Chapter 19

"Just give me one minute Jeremey, are you serious?!" Santana yelled. Jeremy, the drummer in her band and one of the label's writers, had been coming in to call Santana every five minutes. They were supposed to be in the studio writing some new music, but they had been at it all day, and when Santana had felt her nerves fraying, she had decided, for both her wellbeing and that of the people around her, to take a break and call Brittany.

Jeremy smiled annoyingly at her and walked out, leaving the door open.

"Jeremy you fucking puta! Bring your pathetic ass back here and close my damn door before I rip off your mediocre drum playing arms and shove them down your nasty smelling, nonsense spewing, breathing hole!" Santana screamed. Not a second later her door slammed shut. She smirked to herself, pleased that Snixx still got it.

"Really Santana?' Brittany asked from the other end of the line.

Santana's voice changed dramatically as she brought her attention back to Brittany. If anyone had been in the room they would have probably laughed.

"Sorry Britt, but he's being annoying and I'm already in a bad mood. I'm tired and I'm hungry and I miss you."

"Aww baby" Brittany cooed. "Is the writing not going well?"

"No…I feel like there's so much pressure now you know? I don't know if…"

"You can do it. You've always wanted to write your own songs, now you get the chance. And this time you don't have to follow any label approved guidelines or instructions or whatever was happening last time. You can write whatever you want."

"Yeah I know…that's what's scary. If no one liked the other songs I could blame it on the label, but now, if they don't like them it'll be me they don't like."

"Santana, everyone already loves you. And the aspects of your songs that they like now are the things you insisted on remember? The Spanish, the fact that they aren't addressing anyone 'he' 'she' 'you' type thing. That's all you"

"Yeah" Santana said, a bit encouraged.

"You just have to take all that out of your mind and write what comes naturally. Everything will flow when you do that."

Santana smiled. Calling Brittany had been exactly what she needed.

"Thanks Britt. I needed to hear that."

"Always" Brittany said. "I have to get back to work though, are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm okay. I can go deal with Jeremy now without killing him."

"Be nice Santana, you've been doing a good job of keeping Snixx under wraps, don't slip now."

"I'm trying Britts" Santana said exasperated. She was getting a headache just imagining herself back in a room with Jeremy. "He's just such an ass. I really don't like him."

"Can't you get a new drummer?" Brittany asked.

"I don't wanna seem like I'm being a diva because I'm kinda famous now or something like that"

"Kinga famous" Brittany laughed. "Santana if he's an ass then I'm sure people will get it"

"No I can handle it. Just like I handled Azimio and Karofsky and all those other assholes."

"Santana…" Brittany said softly, not convinced. There was a knock on the door and then a lot of curly brown hair poked through the door. Santana smiled.

"Don't smile like that, you really scared him" the girl said.

"Okay" Santana said laughing. "Britts I gotta go. I'll see you at home."

"Ok bye S. I love you."

"I love you too B"

"How cute" the girl at the door said, pushing open the door and walking into the room.

"Don't start with me too Hermione" Santana said, pushing herself out of her chair and walking around her desk. The girl laughed and put her hands up in surrender.

"Someone's snarky today. Hermione? Really? Just cause I'm British?"

"No, because you're ugly and really annoying. The fact that you're British and have an insane amount of hair that happens to be brown, is just a lucky bonus." Santana said a she walked passed her and out of the room.

"You're a real bitch you know that?" Santana laughed.

"I've been told once or twice"

"I think you call me names because you don't actually know my name"

"Of course I know your name. I've worked with you for a year." Santana said, rolling her eyes. "I know everyone's name that works in this building.

"Come off it"

Santana shrugged. She didn't really care if Jade, that was the name of the girl currently pestering her, believed her or not. She pushed open the door to the recording studio they were using and made straight for the couch, plopping herself into it with a groan.

"Alright, where are we?' she asked the group around her. There was Jade, her bass guitarist, Jeremy the drummer, Lucas the pianist, and Maya, who was there just to help keep them on track as they worked. She helped with making sure they wrote down all of their ideas and filed everything when they were done. It was mostly to her that Santana had directed her question, but of course with her idiot band mates, she didn't have time to answer.

"In a recording studio" Jeremy answered her. Santana glared at him, willing herself to keep her cool.

"Grow up will you?" she snapped.

"We're about halfway through 'to the surface'" Maya answered.

"Ok let's play what we have so far, maybe it'll help us see what's missing." Everyone nodded and went to their respective instruments. Santana stood up. Before they could finish playing the intro, she stopped them.

"What was that?' she asked Jeremy. She was not the only one annoyed with him now. Lucas was frowning at him too.

"What?" Jeremy asked.

"That's not how you're supposed to play it is what" Jade said, irritated.

"If you mess up you throw us all off. You're the drummer" Santana said.

"I didn't mess up. I think it sounds better that way."

"It doesn't." Santana said angrily. "It's in a whole other tempo."

"Just play it the way we discussed and stop being an asshole" Lucas said. Jeremy clicked his tongue but nodded.

They started again, and this time Santana kept her eyes on Jeremy to make sure he didn't change anything. When they had run through what they had so far, Santana frowned.

"It's good" Maya said.

"No, it's not bad" Santana said. Maya looked at her, confused. "There's a difference between being good and not sucking." Jeremy scoffed. "What?" she said, rounding on him.

"You're the one who wrote it" he said. "If you want to admit that you writing your own songs is too much for you I'd be happy to tell the label and we can get the old gang over here. You know the ones who wrote your other songs."

Santana was breathing hard, trying hard to keep from losing her temper. She closed her eyes to compose herself.

"Just shut up will you?" Lucas snarled, causing Santana's eyes to snap open in surprise. "All you've done all day is complain and criticize and be an all round dick. Why don't you just shut the fuck up, or leave"

"I don't answer to you. In case you've forgotten, this isn't your band. And if Santana wanted me gone, she would have said so a long time ago." He was smirking so irritatingly that it made Santana physically recoil. She wanted to just smack that stupid smug look of his face. "She needs me"

Santana let out a malicious bark of laughter, throwing her previous inhibitions to the wind.

"I need you less than I need Syphilis. You're a mediocre song writer, and an even less impressive drummer. With how arrogant you are you'd think you'd have some talent to back you up but you don't. I haven't kicked you out yet because I didn't want people calling me some pre-Madonna, but Christ. At least if you were half as pretty as prince charming here" she pointed at Lucas "I would have said you added some aesthetic value to the group but you somehow managed to make what's arguably the sexiest instrument to play look like you're plunging a toilet. You're disgusting yellow smile is so creepy, and makes me want to turn even gayer than I already am, and the stupid fucking horse mane on your head makes you look like a twelve year old wannabe skater." Santana paused as she heard Jade and Lucas sniggering behind her. She turned to look at them and they both nodded, silently giving their consent for what she was about to do.

"I can't take it anymore. Congratulations, you've officially worn out Santana Lopez. Get out." Jeremy sat still in his little chair looking stunned. He was looking at Santana with wide eyes that were turning steadily redder, and he had a vice grip on the stick in his hands.

"You…can't…you're…no." he shook his head as though trying to get rid of a bad thought. "You're kicking me out?" he asked more coherently.

"Yup" Jade said. "Sorry mate, but you're a right git. And none of us can put up with you anymore." Santana stifled her giggles at the word 'git'. Lucas walked over and pulled Jeremy to his feet. As soon as he was standing Jeremy wrenched himself free of Lucas and scowled.

"Don't touch me" he said in a low voice. Lucas didn't flinch however, and began pushing Jeremy towards the door. Jeremy stopped moving halfway through the room and looked directly at Lucas, squaring his shoulders. Santana groaned.

"Touch me one more time bro"

"Are you going to leave on your own then?" Lucas asked.

"No" Jeremy replied. Lucas made to push him again, but Jeremy jerked backwards quickly, then brought his hand up and punched Lucas in the right cheek. Maya screamed, Jade yelled 'bloody hell' and Santana launched forwards. Before she had reached the two men though, Lucas had steadied himself and with what looked like considerable more force, punched Jeremy in the nose.

"Fuck" Jeremy swore, crouching down and covering his nose. Santana could see blood trickling down onto the floor. She turned to Jade with a look of astonishment and then went and pulled Lucas back.

"Maya call security please"

"No need bitch, I'm leaving" Jeremy said coldly.

Lucas made a sudden movement towards him, but Santana grabbed his hand

"Just forget it Luke. You already got him pretty good."

They watched as Jeremy made his way blindly out of the room, and when the door closed they all stared at each other.

"Blimey" Jade said. "Come here Luke let me see your face." As jade tended to Lucas' face, placing a cold beer on his red cheek, Santana walked to her bag and took out her phone.

"Hey Eve" she said when she heard the call answered. "I'm going to need a new drummer

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"Britt, your sexy fiancé is here"

"Thanks Catherine" Brittany said laughing. "Why isn't she coming in?"

Catherine shrugged, walking over to the wall and picking her bag from the floor. "She just told me to tell you she's here." Brittany frowned. She had just started her stretches, so that meant she had at least twenty minutes. She wanted to go see what was wrong with Santana, but the last time she had left without finishing her stretches she had gotten a horrible cramp in her calf for a whole day.

"Wait Catherine?" she called, just as she was reaching the door. "Can you tell her to come in please?"

"Sure thing. See you Britt"

It seemed to take Santana a full ten minutes to walk from the lobby to the room Brittany was in, because by the time she walked through the door, Brittany was halfway done with her stretching.

"Oh! Looks like I walked in just in time" Santana said, eyeing Brittany who was bent over touching her toes with her legs spread out.

"What took you so long?' Brittany asked, smirking at Santana from between her legs.

"Uhh" Santana looked around the room hesitantly. Brittany frowned again.

"Hey, come down here." She called to Santana.

"Wanky" Santana said, walking towards Brittany and sitting cross legged on the floor in front of her.

"What are you not telling me?"

Santana was quiet for a while. "I don't wanna say"

"Why not?"

"You're gonna laugh at me."

"I won't. Promise."

"I know that's a promise you can't keep."

Brittany gasped, giving an exaggerated scandalised look. She stood up and raised her hands into the air, looked at the clock, then she spread her legs, and bent down again, touching her left arm to her right foot.

"I keep all of my promises."

"Not this one" Santana said, looking embarrassed.

"Santana, Christ, just tell me what it is" Brittany said laughing.

"See you're already laughing….okay…I didn't want to come in because we are going to be in a plane for seven hours." Brittany remained silent, waiting for Santana to continue.

"So?" she asked, when she realised that was all Santana was going to say.

Santana sighed. "So" She said, watching as Brittany changed sides and placed her right hand to her left foot. "Every time I come in here and watch you dance or give orders or….stretch… it…" she trailed off, pleading with her eyes for Brittany to understand.

Brittany smirked. "It what?" she asked innocently. Santana groaned.

"You know what" she said forcefully. Pushing herself off the ground.

Brittany laughed and stood up straight, bending her arm over her head and pulling it down with the other one. She turned around to face Santana, an amused look on her face.

"It turns you on?" she asked. Santana wasn't looking at her, but she could hear the smile in her voice.

"Yeah" Santana mumbled. Brittany laughed again, and Santana buried her face in her hands.

Santana heard Brittany's bare feet padding across the wooden floor, then the click of a lock. She spun around to face Brittany and her jaw dropped open. As she watched Brittany slowly peel off her tank top, her breathing picked up significantly. She loved the way Brittany's pants were low enough to expose her hip bones, and subsequently the maddeningly sexy 'v'.

"Britt" she breathed out.

"I still don't see the problem Santana" Brittany said innocently. It baffled Santana how Brittany could be positively dripping sex, yet have such an innocent look on her face. Her hands were twitching at her sides, itching to touch Brittany, but there was a rational voice in her head, it was quiet, but it was there, and it was reminding her that they were already running behind schedule today.

Brittany held Santana's eye contact as she pushed her sweat pants down her legs, and then stepped out of them. Santana's breathing was now laboured. She closed her eyes and prayed for strength, not believing what she was trying to refuse.

"Britt" she said again, trying to make her voice sound stronger. "We're going to miss our flight"

She felt hands grab her waist and jumped slightly, not having heard Brittany walk to her over the blood pounding in her ears. As Brittany's hands flattened against Santana's stomach, pushing their way upwards underneath her shirt, Santana felt lips against her cheek, then her jawline, and then trailing down her neck. She bit onto her lip to keep in the moan threatening to spill from her mouth, and squeezed her eyes shut tighter.

"I promised Quinn" she croaked. Her resolve was fading fast as her senses were assaulted by Brittany. She whimpered at the electric feeling that came when Brittany hummed against the base of her neck. Her hand shot up and tangled in Brittany's hair seemingly of its own accord. She felt Brittany smile against her skin. "Brittany" it came out as a moan.

Brittany kissed and nipped her way back up Santana's neck until she was at her ear, flicking it with her tongue.

"Are you turned on now?" she whispered, letting her right thumb brush over Santana's very erect nipple over the fabric of her bra.

Santana inhaled sharply and groaned. She nodded her head.

"Tell me" Brittany whispered again, letting her breath tickle Santana's ear. She smirked as she felt Santana shudder.

"I'm so turned on B" Santana said in a hoarse voice. Brittany moaned at the pure lust carried in Santana's voice. She pulled her head back.

"Look at me and tell me again" she demanded. Santana slowly opened her eyes, staring into Brittany's deep blue. She leaned forward until their lips where a hair apart.

"I'm so turned on and I need you now" she said, her voice much steadier now that she wasn't fighting herself.

Brittany shuddered at Santana's words and the prospects they promised. She traced her tongue over Santana's lips and cupped her boob firmly making Santana groan.

"Take me then" she said, her voice barely even a whisper.

As Santana tore off her clothes, all thoughts of missed flights were thrown from her mind.

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"Are you guys serious!" Quinn yelled as Brittany and Santana ran into the airport.

"Sorry" Brittany said with a sheepish smile. Quinn shook her head and glared at Santana.

Santana raised her hands in defence. "It was all Brittany's fault I swear."

Quinn scoffed. "A likely story"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Santana asked defensively.

"It means that you guys probably got caught up having sex, and between the two of you, you're the most likely to say 'fuck what Quinn told me about being late, I'm just gonna take Britt right now, waste everyone's time'"

"Hey! Just because I listen to you less than Britt doesn't mean every time we're late is my fault. Britt isn't as innocent as she looks." They both looked at Brittany, who was standing with her hands clutched in front of her, looking down at her bag. When she realised they were looking at her she smiled. Quinn and Puck both laughed and Santana shook her head, though she too smiled.

"Of course you have to look like the picture of innocence right at that moment" Santana said. Brittany smirked at her, and Santana's mouth opened in disbelief, her eyes narrowed.

"Santana stop trying to blame Brittany. When you went to get her you said you weren't even going to go in. Clearly I was stupid to believe you. Won't be doing that again"

"Listen Fabray, I tried, but Brittany called me in, and then she was stretching and-"

"And you couldn't control yourself" Quinn said. "That's not an excuse Santana"

"No that's not what happened. But you know what? I don't have to defend myself to you. So what if I can't keep my hands off Britt. Don't take your sexual frustrations out on me Lucy Q"

"Don't call me that!" Quinn snapped angrily. "I'm not sexually frustrated." Santana scoffed. "And I'm not taking anything out on you, I'm just trying to get you to admit that you're at fault. You never take responsibility for-"

"I'm not at fault" Santana yelled, making a few people turn their heads to look at them.

"Alright you two, enough" Puck said, stepping forward. "As entertaining as it is to watch you guys bicker like an old married couple, we're already late. Do you think you could table this until we're on the plane?"

"Or better yet, since we'll be on the plane and won't have missed it, there won't be anything to argue about, so you can drop it." Brittany said hopefully.

"It's her who has to drop it" Santana mumbled.

"S" Brittany giggled.

"What it's true. She accused me." Santana defended. Brittany shook her head.

"I know baby" She took Santana's hand and led her to check in. "Can you let it go though? I'll make it up to you" she said suggestively.

Santana narrowed her eyes pretending to think. "Will it get me in trouble again?"

"Yes?" Brittany said smirking.

"Then hell yes!" Santana said, walking with renewed vigour. Brittany laughed.