Pairing: g!peen Brittany Pierce & Santana Lopez

Rating: M

Word count: +2k

A/N: Just a small 2nd chapter because people were asking for more

Disclaimer: Glee or the characters don't belong to me, and neither does the mentioned song. I gain no profit from writing this, other than the reviews my fans leave, which make me incredibly happy (:

Brittany wouldn't stop humming this ten beat tune and it was driving Santana crazy because every time she asked about it Brittany would merely shrug it off simply saying that she thought it was just catchy. Santana rolled her eyes every time because she was positive that Brittany knew exactly where the tune was from, and withheld the information just to tease the Latina. But it's been two full school days now, and she was at wit's end.

It was the last period of the day, which she shared with her blonde girlfriend and she was clutching her pen so tightly she feared it would snap. Why? Because Brittany was sitting right next to her humming under her breath ten beats that had Santana's hair standing on end. She gritted her teeth together. Glancing over from the corner of her eye was enough to soften the Latina because of the blissfully happy smile that was stretched across Brittany's face as she doodled in the corner of her notebook.

Brittany noticed her staring and looked up, stopping her humming to smile even bigger. And Santana couldn't stop herself from grinning back. Ever since they made things official (even if it was just to the Glee club) Brittany had seemed happier than she had ever been, and it rubbed off on Santana a bit. But then Brittany was turning away and humming again, setting Santana's scowl in place.

"Where's that from Britt?" She asked quietly, not to attract the attention of the teacher.

The blonde paused for a second in her doodling before giving a calm one shouldered shrug, but not actually giving a verbal answer.

Santana narrowed her eyes and scooted closer, giving a nudge to her girlfriend's ribs. "Oh c'mon, Britt-Britt, just tell me."

Brittany couldn't help but smile, loving the nickname. But she shook her head, saying quietly, "It doesn't matter San."

The Latina huffed, turning back to her notebook, earning a giggle from the blonde, who reached over and linked their pinky fingers together as a sign of reassurance. Santana grumbled slightly, writing extra hard as she listened to the teacher drone on. Moments later there was a squeeze of her pinky and a pair of soft lips against her cheek. "You're so cute when you get all pouty, San."

Santana scoffed, shaking her head, "No, Britt, I don't pout."

Brittany merely smiled and poked the Latina's lower lip which had been jutting out moments before, "Yeah you do. And it's super adorable.

Santana scowled at her girlfriend for a long moment, before Brittany's beaming smile won her out and she sighed, rolling her eyes. She murmured, "Thanks Britt."

Brittany giggled and kissed Santana's cheek again.

Once class was over the two teens made their way to their lockers and deposited their books. They chatted up a few people from Glee in the hall, dilly-dallying, before heading to the Cheerio's locker room to get ready for practice. Once they entered the sound of the radio assaulted their ears. Santana winced, but Brittany immediately perked up, grabbing her girlfriend's hand and dragging her into an impromptu dance session.

The Cheerios around them joined in and the laughed, dancing until the song changed and they calmed down enough to continue changing. Brittany lingered a lot, doing her combination several times before getting it open. She took her time searching through the locker's contents even though everything was always in its proper place.

Santana was aware that this was just to delay getting changed, Brittany always made sure she was alone before she had to change her bottoms. No one on the Cheerios were aware of Brittany's uniqueness. Santana was quick to strip down to her bra and panties, swapping for a sports bra.

The radio announced the change of song to 'Whistle' by Flo Rida, and Santana paid no mind until the familiar ten beat tune hit her and she glanced over to Brittany, who was grinning and wiggling her hips in a small dance. As Santana listened she dropped her jaw, shooting the blonde an incredulous stare. "Seriously Britt?" She called out, catching her attention, causing the dancer to come over, still grinning.

"What's up San?"

"You've been humming a song about blowjobs for the past two days and you ask what's up?"

Brittany's cheeks immediately flushed a dark scarlet, mostly because Santana was still just standing there in her thong and sports bra, which was a very thin material, and Brittany could see the outline of her nipples. Brittany bit her lip, dragging her eyes back to mocha orbs, and an eyebrow which was arched high. She gave a sheepish smile in return.

"Honestly," Santana's voice had dropped and Brittany leaned forward to catch what she was saying. "If you wanted a blowjob all you had to do was ask for one, Britt."

Brittany went slack-jawed, spluttering, "I didn't-The tune! It was catchy! I swear-I"

Santana smirked, pressing a finger to Brittany's lips to get her to stop. Her eyes had a wicked flicker to them that had Brittany's knees wobbling. "Yeah sure, it's catchy. But I get it, Britt. Why don't we take a little extra time getting ready today?" She winked before turning to her locker.

Brittany stood there, staring at Santana absolutely dumbfounded for a second. Then her body caught up to her brain and she grinned, turning to her own locker. So maybe she had been thinking about blowjobs for a while, but the song really was just super catchy. Brittany was glad Santana knew her so well, like she knew things before Brittany even wanted to put it into words. That's why San was such a good girlfriend.

There were still a few Cheerios lingering around, chatting, and Brittany couldn't wait any longer to change so she hurried off to one of the bathroom stalls. Santana watched with hungry eyes, before throwing a Cheerio's workout t-shirt over her sports bra and following after the blonde. Santana eyed the dirty floor warily before shaking her head and going to the stall next to Brittany's.

Brittany nearly jumped out of her skin when Santana dropped from the sky, landing right in front of her. And of course she was caught with her pants down, hand cradling an already half erect member. "Santana!" Brittany basically shrieked. "What are you doing?" she asked, making sure to lower her voice to not attract attention.

Santana giggled. Like actually giggled. Brittany swallowed thickly because that only meant one thing. Warm hands encased her hips and backed her into the wall, smoldering black eyes the only thing Brittany could see. Yeah. Giggling meant seductive Santana had arrived.

The Latina licked her lips, loving the way dark blue followed the motion. "I'm helping you out, Britt, like always," she purred.

"But you haven't-" her words were cut off with a pair of plump lips. She moaned softly, tilting her head and parting her lips to let in the invading tongue.

Santana's hand replaced Brittany's on her stiffening member, earning a whimper from the blonde's throat. As Santana stroked, Brittany yanked herself from the kiss, accidentally slamming the back of her head into the stall's metal wall. The blonde was breathless, her mind such a whirlwind of thoughts that it took no time for her to become rock hard.

Then there was a warm, wet sensation against her engorged tip that had her crying out. "Britt," Santana hissed. Brittany blinked a few times before glancing down to see Santana. On her knees, between her own legs, holding the base of her dick, pouty lips nearly touching the tip. Her breath hitched when Brittany realized she could feel every breath her girlfriend took. "You need to be quiet," Santana told her in a hoarse whisper.

Brittany swallowed thickly, nodding. Seconds later she slapped a hand over her mouth to stifle what would have been a loud groan, when Santana swooped down and the head of her cock disappeared into the Latina's mouth.

Brittany felt her toes curling, and eyes rolling back with each new trick Santana did with her tongue. Prodding at her slit, gliding around the rim, teasing the sensitive underside. Each movement had Brittany moaning, groaning and whining for more, her hips jerking out of reflex.

Santana placed a firm hand against Brittany's pelvis, pushing her to stay flat against the wall. She inhaled through her nose deeply, and arched her head forward, taking more of Brittany into her mouth, tongue working the thick shaft as it went deeper.

The blonde couldn't move her eyes away from the sight below. Santana's cheeks were flushed, hair held back in a ponytail. But her eyes were screwed shut in what seemed like concentration. Brittany reached down with her free hand, gently stroking a hot cheek with her fingertips. Santana opened her eyes, looking up to see Brittany staring adoringly at her. She hummed lightly, in lieu of smiling.

The effect was immediate and Brittany muffled another cry, throwing her head back. Santana closed her eyes, smirking inwardly, and tilted her head, taking Brittany deeper, before she began to carefully bob up and down. While moving her head, Santana made sure to use her tongue along the base when she was low, and rim her girlfriend when she was high, all while keeping a steady sucking pressure that had Brittany wiggling and muffling her moans.

"San," the blonde whimpered, back arching off the metal wall. A pale hand found the back of Santana's head, and if this was a year ago the brunette would have stiffened in preparation to have her mouth and or throat violated by the urgent pushing of a hand, but Brittany was always different then the guys she blew. Brittany never forced Santana down on her, she never even actually asked for blowjobs, though certainly didn't deny the Latina if she suggested one.

Santana learned to relax under the feel of long fingers tangling beneath her ponytail, instead of pulling away from them. Like now, when Brittany was cradling the back of her head lovingly, her thumb absentmindedly rubbing back and forth. Santana smiled inwardly because the two of them have definitely come a long way.

Brittany's cry slipped out between her fingers after a particularly intense bit of suction against her throbbing tip. Her hips jerked forward, though she tried to stop it, and she tossed her head back, panting out, "San.. I can't-I'm so close!"

Santana pulled away, whispering hoarsely, "I know Britt, just relax." After a brief second of eye contact Santana took Brittany into her mouth yet again. The blonde's eyes fluttered, though she tried her hardest to maintain eye contact with her lover.

Though it became damn near impossible soon enough, because her eyes were practically rolling into the back of her head at the sensation of a warm, slick throat clenching around her. Brittany's grip on brunette locks tightened, a pleasured whimper escaping her lips as Santana deep-throated her with a practiced grace.

A warm hand gently cupped Brittany's tightening balls, gently massaging them, until a second later she cried out (muffling it by biting her fist) and came hard. Santana kept her nose pressed against Brittany's pelvic bone, working her throat as she felt her girlfriend's shaft spasm as it released.

Brittany sighed in delight and Santana came up for air after all was done. The Latina wiped saliva from her bottom lip and stood up, glancing at Brittany who had the largest grin stretched across her face. It rivaled the Cheshire Cat's. Blue eyes were half open, and unabashedly staring right at Santana, flickering over her face admiringly.

Santana threw the blonde a narrowed stare, huffing, before asking, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Because," Brittany drawled lazily, still enjoying her post orgasm euphoria. She reached out to tangle their hands together. "That was our first blowjob after we came clean to the Gleeks about our relationship." And Brittany couldn't wipe the shit-eating grin off her face.

Santana rolled her eyes, but the way her cheeks darkened told Brittany that the teen understood where she was coming from. It was like the feeling of their first time all over again had settled around them.

Santana leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to thin pink lips, lingering and pulling back only to lean in again and place a second kiss to the freckle right above Brittany's top lip. The blonde's cheeks heated, but her grin grew impossibly bigger. "I love you, Brittany," Santana told her, even quieter than a whisper. If Brittany hadn't seen her lips move, she would have thought it was the wind.

The blonde's dopey grin changed to a bashful smile as she nudged their noses together, staring right into her favorite pair of eyes. "I love you to Sanny."

They shared an innocent peck on the lips before leaving the stall with their pinkies linked.

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