Beautiful Nightmare (6/?)
Title: Beautiful Nightmare
Pairing: Santana/Brittany
Rating: NC-17 (it's coming, honest.)
Summary: Is Santana really worth chasing after? (Eventual Brittany/Santana, a bit of FaBerry on the side.)
Spoilers: Season 1, just to be safe.
Disclaimer: I own nothing at all. =/
6
Monday soon came around again and found Brittany staring at her reflection in the mirror. She wasn't quite sure how long she'd been standing there for. The rest of the weekend was spent with Santana and herself talking about 'them' and everything that was possibly going to come up when people started finding out. She was nervous, even with Santana's words floating through her head.
“No one will mess with us B, and if they do then they'll very quickly regret it.”
She smiled briefly as she pictured the determined look on her girlfriend's face, but it was short lived as she started to worry again. Santana had worked for a long time to get her reputation to where it was and even harder to keep it there. She trusted the Latina, she still couldn't shake this nagging feeling in the back of her mind that as soon as the shit started flying, Santana would freak. She sighed and grabbed her bag as she walked downstairs and into the kitchen. She silently sat down and murmured a thank you when a plat of toast was put in front of her.
She'd barely even picked up a piece of toast when someone knocked on the front door. Her mother made her way to greet the visitor as Brittany slowly bit into her toast. She grimaced as the toast felt like cardboard in her mouth, her nerves making her mouth feel dry. The older woman walked back into the kitchen smiling, with another blonde girl following her slowly.
“Hey Britt, thought you might want a ride?” Brittany smiled in relief a bit when she looked up and saw Quinn standing there dangling her keys. She pushed her plate of toast away and grabbed an apple before giving her mother a kiss on the cheek and following Quinn out of the door.
Brittany was still feeling distracted and leant her head against the window staring at the road as they drove in silence, save for the soft music from the radio. She chanced a quick glance at the other girl who was tapping her fingers on the steering wheel lightly in time to the music. She couldn't help but smile at how absolutely relaxed Quinn looked now. You could tell that she was better off now than she was before she got pregnant, she didn't have the stress of Cheerios and Sue Sylvester or the pressure of trying to keep her reputation at school as high as it could be. It was like she was a brand new girl.
She sighed and returned her gaze to outside the window wondering if Santana and her would ever be at this point. She was brought out of her thoughts as the car stopped and the engine cut out. She looked at the clock and realised they were 15 minutes early. The other girl turned to face her, still looking totally relaxed.
“We're a bit early.” The cheerleader spoke softly.
“Yeah, well I figured it might take a while to get you out of the car so I thought ahead.” Brittany blushed and looked away. She felt Quinn place a hand on her shoulder and she shyly looked up into hazel eyes.
“It'll be ok. It's going to feel really daunting and you're probably going to want to bolt out of there about twenty times today, but just remember it'll be ok eventually. You and Santana are both strong, I know you guys can do this.” Brittany smiled slightly and Quinn gave her shoulder a soft squeeze before leaning in a bit closer. “Plus, you've got me and Rach as well.” Brittany grinned and pulled Quinn into a quick hug.
They got out of the car when they saw Rachel walking towards the car. Brittany observed Quinn as she looked on at her girlfriend. She'd never seen her friend look so happy, and that made her happy. It was relatively short lived though as both girls noticed Karofsky running up behind Rachel, slushy in hand. Rachel must have noticed their faces as she stopped and turned around. Her eyes closed on reflex as she awaited the cold ice to hit her face. After a few seconds she timidly opened her eyes to see the gormless boy standing there covered in the blue slushie. She blinked before noticing the slightly taller, tanned girl standing besides her.
“Don't.” She growled out, her signature glare directed onto the football player in front of her. He stood there shocked, all the kids around them pointing and laughing. He grimaced before smirking at Santana.
“I was about to ask why the hell you were sticking up for this pathetic little midget, but then I remembered, you're just like her aren't you. Swappin' spit with that retard over there.” He motioned over to where Brittany and Quinn were standing and Santana's fists clenched in anger. Karofsky grinned, clearly not finished talking.
“Yeah, I couldn't believe it when I first heard it, it's pathetic really.” He spat the last bit as his grin grew wider.
Brittany started panicking. They hadn't even entered school yet and it was already starting. She watched Santana, preying that they wouldn't break before they even had a chance to start. Quinn, being ever perceptive, nudged Brittany's shoulder and gave her and easy smile.
“Keep the faith, she'll be fine.”
How Quinn always knew what was going on was starting to freak Brittany out, she was about to ask Quinn for the millionth time if she was psychic, before the scene in front of them kicked off.
What happened though, neither girl expected.
An ear drum shatteringly high pitched screech echoed throughout the parking lot. Santana stood wide eyed as she watched the smaller girl next to her quickly reach out with the speed of a ninja and grab Karofsky's... special place.
“You think we're pathetic? Honestly? If we're the pathetic ones I really hate to think what the hell you are. You just wish you could get the kind of girls we have.” She increased her grip earning a whimper from Karofsky as he locked eyes with her, pleading. She growled and gave one final crunching squeeze before letting go, watching as the boy dropped to his knees, tears running down his cheeks.
“Have you got anything else you want to share with the group?” She asked patronisingly and he shook his head, whimpering. She stood up straight and smiled as she faced Santana.
“Shall we?” She asked brightly and Santana nodded dumbly.
They four girls walked into the building to a couple of cheers from their fellow students. Brittany laughed as she looked over at Quinn who was practically drooling over her girlfriend. Santana had apparently recovered from her shock, finally, and grabbed her girlfriend's hand.
“Fuck me Berry, I never thought I'd see the day you'd pull something like that. I'm impressed.” Rachel grinned widely and Brittany giggled leaning into her girlfriend.
“Guess you don't need to protect her as much as I thought.” Santana smirked, trying to look relieved, she wasn't fooling anyone though, especially not Brittany. They split up as Brittany and Quinn went to Spanish and Santana and Rachel made their way to Math.
Santana slung an arm around the smaller girl's shoulders as they walked towards their class and couldn't help but chuckle at Rachel jumping slightly at the contact.
“Relax Berry, I'm not gonna hurt you. Just informing you of how lucky you are that today you get to sit next to pure awesomness.” Rachel raised an eyebrow. “That's me by the way.” The smaller girl rolled her eyes with a smirk.
“You mean you forgot to ask Quinn for her homework earlier so you want to copy mine before class starts, right?” The cheerleader gasps in mock shock as they sit down at a desk.
“I'm hurt, you always think the worst of people.” Rachel merely rolled her eyes again and slid her homework across the desk until it sat in front of the Latina before getting the rest of her stuff out of her back. She looked at Santana again who winked before quickly scribbling down the answers.
Rachel sighed as the adrenaline from earlier began to wear off. Her hands started shaking as a rather disgruntled football player limped into the room to hushed whispers and snickers from the other occupants of the room. He had managed to quickly get some of the slush off him, however his shirt was still stained blue. He glanced over at Rachel and glared at her. Her fists clenched again and she felt herself shaking more.
“Easy tiger, you've done enough ball busting for one day.” Santana murmured as she finished up copying Rachel's work. She quickly changed her focus from the paper to Karofsky and shot him a glare of her own which made him shrink back in his seat a bit.
“Why are you being nice to me?” Santana looked at Rachel who was staring up at her with her big brown eyes. She didn't know why she was expecting the little diva to not say anything, she has an opinion or question for literally everything.
“What can I say, I'm not that great in Math.”
Rachel let out a sigh as she grabbed back her homework just as their teacher walked into the classroom.
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A/N: Just a bit of a filler chapter, I wanted Rachel to be the one doing the ass kicking for a change, and have some interaction between her and Santana. They've still got the rest of the school day left and Glee club, so there's still more to come.
Thanks for reading!
Pairing: Santana/Brittany
Rating: NC-17 (it's coming, honest.)
Summary: Is Santana really worth chasing after? (Eventual Brittany/Santana, a bit of FaBerry on the side.)
Spoilers: Season 1, just to be safe.
Disclaimer: I own nothing at all. =/
6
Monday soon came around again and found Brittany staring at her reflection in the mirror. She wasn't quite sure how long she'd been standing there for. The rest of the weekend was spent with Santana and herself talking about 'them' and everything that was possibly going to come up when people started finding out. She was nervous, even with Santana's words floating through her head.
“No one will mess with us B, and if they do then they'll very quickly regret it.”
She smiled briefly as she pictured the determined look on her girlfriend's face, but it was short lived as she started to worry again. Santana had worked for a long time to get her reputation to where it was and even harder to keep it there. She trusted the Latina, she still couldn't shake this nagging feeling in the back of her mind that as soon as the shit started flying, Santana would freak. She sighed and grabbed her bag as she walked downstairs and into the kitchen. She silently sat down and murmured a thank you when a plat of toast was put in front of her.
She'd barely even picked up a piece of toast when someone knocked on the front door. Her mother made her way to greet the visitor as Brittany slowly bit into her toast. She grimaced as the toast felt like cardboard in her mouth, her nerves making her mouth feel dry. The older woman walked back into the kitchen smiling, with another blonde girl following her slowly.
“Hey Britt, thought you might want a ride?” Brittany smiled in relief a bit when she looked up and saw Quinn standing there dangling her keys. She pushed her plate of toast away and grabbed an apple before giving her mother a kiss on the cheek and following Quinn out of the door.
Brittany was still feeling distracted and leant her head against the window staring at the road as they drove in silence, save for the soft music from the radio. She chanced a quick glance at the other girl who was tapping her fingers on the steering wheel lightly in time to the music. She couldn't help but smile at how absolutely relaxed Quinn looked now. You could tell that she was better off now than she was before she got pregnant, she didn't have the stress of Cheerios and Sue Sylvester or the pressure of trying to keep her reputation at school as high as it could be. It was like she was a brand new girl.
She sighed and returned her gaze to outside the window wondering if Santana and her would ever be at this point. She was brought out of her thoughts as the car stopped and the engine cut out. She looked at the clock and realised they were 15 minutes early. The other girl turned to face her, still looking totally relaxed.
“We're a bit early.” The cheerleader spoke softly.
“Yeah, well I figured it might take a while to get you out of the car so I thought ahead.” Brittany blushed and looked away. She felt Quinn place a hand on her shoulder and she shyly looked up into hazel eyes.
“It'll be ok. It's going to feel really daunting and you're probably going to want to bolt out of there about twenty times today, but just remember it'll be ok eventually. You and Santana are both strong, I know you guys can do this.” Brittany smiled slightly and Quinn gave her shoulder a soft squeeze before leaning in a bit closer. “Plus, you've got me and Rach as well.” Brittany grinned and pulled Quinn into a quick hug.
They got out of the car when they saw Rachel walking towards the car. Brittany observed Quinn as she looked on at her girlfriend. She'd never seen her friend look so happy, and that made her happy. It was relatively short lived though as both girls noticed Karofsky running up behind Rachel, slushy in hand. Rachel must have noticed their faces as she stopped and turned around. Her eyes closed on reflex as she awaited the cold ice to hit her face. After a few seconds she timidly opened her eyes to see the gormless boy standing there covered in the blue slushie. She blinked before noticing the slightly taller, tanned girl standing besides her.
“Don't.” She growled out, her signature glare directed onto the football player in front of her. He stood there shocked, all the kids around them pointing and laughing. He grimaced before smirking at Santana.
“I was about to ask why the hell you were sticking up for this pathetic little midget, but then I remembered, you're just like her aren't you. Swappin' spit with that retard over there.” He motioned over to where Brittany and Quinn were standing and Santana's fists clenched in anger. Karofsky grinned, clearly not finished talking.
“Yeah, I couldn't believe it when I first heard it, it's pathetic really.” He spat the last bit as his grin grew wider.
Brittany started panicking. They hadn't even entered school yet and it was already starting. She watched Santana, preying that they wouldn't break before they even had a chance to start. Quinn, being ever perceptive, nudged Brittany's shoulder and gave her and easy smile.
“Keep the faith, she'll be fine.”
How Quinn always knew what was going on was starting to freak Brittany out, she was about to ask Quinn for the millionth time if she was psychic, before the scene in front of them kicked off.
What happened though, neither girl expected.
An ear drum shatteringly high pitched screech echoed throughout the parking lot. Santana stood wide eyed as she watched the smaller girl next to her quickly reach out with the speed of a ninja and grab Karofsky's... special place.
“You think we're pathetic? Honestly? If we're the pathetic ones I really hate to think what the hell you are. You just wish you could get the kind of girls we have.” She increased her grip earning a whimper from Karofsky as he locked eyes with her, pleading. She growled and gave one final crunching squeeze before letting go, watching as the boy dropped to his knees, tears running down his cheeks.
“Have you got anything else you want to share with the group?” She asked patronisingly and he shook his head, whimpering. She stood up straight and smiled as she faced Santana.
“Shall we?” She asked brightly and Santana nodded dumbly.
They four girls walked into the building to a couple of cheers from their fellow students. Brittany laughed as she looked over at Quinn who was practically drooling over her girlfriend. Santana had apparently recovered from her shock, finally, and grabbed her girlfriend's hand.
“Fuck me Berry, I never thought I'd see the day you'd pull something like that. I'm impressed.” Rachel grinned widely and Brittany giggled leaning into her girlfriend.
“Guess you don't need to protect her as much as I thought.” Santana smirked, trying to look relieved, she wasn't fooling anyone though, especially not Brittany. They split up as Brittany and Quinn went to Spanish and Santana and Rachel made their way to Math.
Santana slung an arm around the smaller girl's shoulders as they walked towards their class and couldn't help but chuckle at Rachel jumping slightly at the contact.
“Relax Berry, I'm not gonna hurt you. Just informing you of how lucky you are that today you get to sit next to pure awesomness.” Rachel raised an eyebrow. “That's me by the way.” The smaller girl rolled her eyes with a smirk.
“You mean you forgot to ask Quinn for her homework earlier so you want to copy mine before class starts, right?” The cheerleader gasps in mock shock as they sit down at a desk.
“I'm hurt, you always think the worst of people.” Rachel merely rolled her eyes again and slid her homework across the desk until it sat in front of the Latina before getting the rest of her stuff out of her back. She looked at Santana again who winked before quickly scribbling down the answers.
Rachel sighed as the adrenaline from earlier began to wear off. Her hands started shaking as a rather disgruntled football player limped into the room to hushed whispers and snickers from the other occupants of the room. He had managed to quickly get some of the slush off him, however his shirt was still stained blue. He glanced over at Rachel and glared at her. Her fists clenched again and she felt herself shaking more.
“Easy tiger, you've done enough ball busting for one day.” Santana murmured as she finished up copying Rachel's work. She quickly changed her focus from the paper to Karofsky and shot him a glare of her own which made him shrink back in his seat a bit.
“Why are you being nice to me?” Santana looked at Rachel who was staring up at her with her big brown eyes. She didn't know why she was expecting the little diva to not say anything, she has an opinion or question for literally everything.
“What can I say, I'm not that great in Math.”
Rachel let out a sigh as she grabbed back her homework just as their teacher walked into the classroom.
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A/N: Just a bit of a filler chapter, I wanted Rachel to be the one doing the ass kicking for a change, and have some interaction between her and Santana. They've still got the rest of the school day left and Glee club, so there's still more to come.
Thanks for reading!