Pairing: (AU) Brittany S. Pierce/Santana Lopez

Rating: NC-17

Word Count: 3.6K

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of its affiliated places.

A/N: IT HAS BEEN A LONG TIME since I updated this fic. I hope some of y'all get an email with the new chapter notification and get excited to read it! Otherwise, if it's been too long and I've lost interest from others, I totally understand that. And I know I've lost quite a handful of readers on this story bc of the Quitt stuff. But I just have to say real quick that if y'all think you can't have a crush on one person and fuck someone else, then that's one thing, but I really don't appreciate all the reviews that called my version of Brittany trashy or skanky, or whatever words that were used. And that 'if I were Santana I wouldn't touch Brittany now bc she fucked someone else' bc my dudes that's a pretty gross way of looking at sex and people who enjoy having sex. Having sex with multiple partners does not make a woman dirty or any less worthy of a new person's affections. Some of y'all gotta work on those negative thoughts.

Anyways.. You guys are amazing I hope you all know I do appreciate all the love or criticism y'all provide. Hearing from any of you really helps to motivate me and it gets my creative juices flowing.

This started out as a simple two-shot, it was supposed to be two gym members getting hot and heavy after a few days of constant eye-fucking and teasing, but the plot apparently has a mind of its own and everything has changed. I have no idea how many chapters this will turn out to be but I hope you all love it so far, because I do!

Enjoy the latest installment of PTP (:

Ps: nearly this entire chapter is brittana interaction (besides a flasback where santana sleeps with someone else, and the ending)

Brittany had left her first physical therapy session with high hopes. Mike was brilliant and would set her on the best path to a speedy recovery, without overworking her. She just had to practice holding herself back whenever she was outside of his watchful eye. But Brittany also felt that she now had a fresh look at her 'Santana Situation' after gushing the whole story to Mike. He provided some information that Britt hadn't been privy to, and she realized that making Santana jealous at this point was a juvenile idea.

So once she was on her way back to her apartment, she'd given Quinn a ring and chatted about her physical therapy experience before telling her friend that she was going to give up on their little plan. She hadn't been all for it in the first place, and Quinn didn't seem all that bothered that Brittany was calling it quits. Britt didn't bring up that she heard about the spat with Santana, just ended the call shortly thereafter, polite but short.

After giving up the public displays of fake affection with Quinn, it didn't take long to fall into a sort of routine. Brittany had figured that if she was coming to the gym to see Mike that she would arrive a little early and get her body stretched and relaxed with a short walk. Santana seemed to find that time being her cool down period and always ended up next to each other on the treadmills. They didn't speak more than a couple hellos and parting words, but it was friendly enough for Brittany to enjoy the interaction, though it was a far cry from their initial sizzling connection.

It had become comfortable the past couple days, which is why the blonde was thrown for a loop when Santana suddenly became intrusively inquisitive.

"Have you and Puck ever fucked?"

Brittany stumbled in her brisk walk, whipping her head to the left, eyes wide as she stared at the stoic Latina. "Excuse me? What―Where did that come from?"

"I'm just curious," Santana replied coolly. "You seem incredibly… fluid with your sexuality. I was just wondering since you've fucked Quinn who you haven't known as long as Puck, if the two of you have ever hooked up."

Brittany felt her entire body flush and knew that her face was red and that it carried down her neck to the tops of her breasts, as well as the tips of her ears, burning hot. "Puck and I have known each other since kindergarten and we were incredibly close in high school. Not that it's much of your business, but no we have never slept together."

Seemingly satisfied with that answer, Santana nodded, continuing her light jog on the other treadmill. Brittany thought she was done, until, "So you just sleep with your friends if they're girls, is that it?" When the Latina caught Brittany's incredulous look she raised her eyebrows, "What? I'm just saying. First, that personal trainer, Sam and then Quinn, you've got a pattern going on, next I'd imagine you'd go after Berry."

"I mean, Rachel's attractive but I don't like her that way." Brittany's eyes darted about to make sure no one was listening to them before hissing out, "And how do you know about Sam?"

At that, Santana turned her head to face forward, jaw clenching and hands balled into fists as she went silent. She hadn't meant to reveal that she'd known. It had just slipped out. But Santana remembered that day in detail, always making eyes at each other through the mirror. Her head spun as she remembered the events of that day.

/Flashback: Chapter Two/

Josh was pressed against her, lips attacking the skin on her neck and Santana responded in kind with quiet moans, though they were a bit forced. But Josh didn't have to know what. She wrapped her legs around his waist, arching her back and forcing her lower half to grind against his growing bulge. Getting off in the physical trainer's office wasn't new to them, not at all. And it went on just like every other time and soon enough he was thrusting into her, Santana muffling moans of approval into his neck. At the sound of shuffling feet they both froze, Josh buried inside of Santana, Santana clinging to his shoulders, bodies shaking and breaths labored.

They locked eyes and silently agreed to put this on hold until the person left them. It must have been another trainer grabbing materials or checking on something. The personal trainer office was divided in half by a thin pull across wall and it wasn't incredibly hard to eavesdrop. When Santana recognized the voices her body gave an involuntary shudder of arousal, causing Josh to grin above her. He rolled his hips suggestively and Santana hissed, her nails biting into the flesh of his thick biceps to get him to wait.

Sam and Brittany's voices were somewhat muffled so neither she nor Josh could make out exactly what they were saying. "They'll be gone in a minute," he whispered into her ear, lips brushing against the outer edge. "Let's keep going. It's sexier now that we might get caught."

Santana didn't protest as he began to thrust yet again, she was too caught up in Brittany. Brittany, Brittany, Brittany. The blonde that had been on her mind constantly. Over the past two weeks she had watched the dancer from afar, admiring and admittedly lusting after her. But today had been the most tortuous of them all by far, having to watch Brittany work up a sweat on the thigh press.

The brunette had tried in vain to distract herself by doing chin-ups on the bar but her eyes never wanted to stray from the tantalizing view of the blonde; legs trembling as they spread, body glistening with sweat, it had Santana's head spinning, imagining all sorts of other reasons for Brittany's thighs to quiver. Santana had fled shortly after such fantasy, unable to continue her workout with the dancer in the same room. She had thought "Get it together, you're a Lopez," and literally ran away from her problems by sprinting on the treadmill.

Not long after, she noticed that same blonde and thought, "Shit, shit, oh fuck here she comes." She increased the incline of her treadmill for more intensity as Brittany started up on the next one over. Immediately the dancer struck up conversation, but the Latina could only nod in response to show she'd heard. "Don't say anything. Nothing at all. If you open your mouth you're going to sound strangled. Or start moaning like a cat in heat. Either way it's not smooth."

Brittany gave up after that, thankfully, but continued her cool down. It was incredibly distracting. Santana could only focus on everything Brittany. Brittany's legs flexing as she ran. Brittany's chest as it bounced in her sweat-soaked sports bra. And Brittany's breaths as they sawed in and out from between those thin pink lips. Lips Santana wanted to claim with her own, desperately.

"That's it. I can't do this any longer," she had thought to herself, clicking cancel on the treadmill and hopping off. She had stormed away with taut shoulders and clenched thighs, immediately seeking out Josh. Which brought her back to the present, with him thrusting from above and Brittany (and company) talking not far off.

An unfamiliar groan had the both of them freezing and staring at one another for a silent moment, before another groan pulled their attention to the divider. Santana didn't know whether to be angry or aroused, knowing that Brittany and Sam were getting it on in the next room. At Josh's wicked grin above her she decided that it didn't matter, they moved together slowly and quietly, not wanting to alert the others to their presence and picked up where they had left off.

It wasn't unusual for Santana's mind to wander during sex with Josh, but unlike most other times she could actually hear the embodiment of her fantasies moaning and groaning. The Latina closed her eyes and focused on listening for Brittany's pleasure-filled sighs. Santana murmured in her lover's ear, urging him to move harder and faster, her climax quickly approaching as she tried to keep in tandem with Brittany.

Everyone was startled at the pleasured shout of "Sam-tana," but the one most effected was Santana as her body convulsed, forced into an intense orgasm hearing Brittany calling out part of her name in the throes of passion. Santana was barely aware of her surroundings and couldn't tell you if Josh had even finished or not, but her entire body felt like lead as she lay sprawled on the table, limbs falling heavily from their perches and eyes at half-mast. A goofy smile was on her face and Josh's quiet laughter straightened out her muddled post-orgasm hazy thoughts.

"You look like such a goober right now Santana. I guess we won't be hooking up for a while?" He asked, already pulling up his shorts and smirking at her.

She hummed from deep in her throat in acknowledgement. At least she knew that Brittany totally wanted her and wasn't only a tease.

/End Flashback/

"Santana. How do you know about me and Sam?"

"I may have been in the other office," she said while nonchalantly shrugging her shoulder.

A gasp left her lips, "So that's what Quinn meant? Wait, so you told Quinn about Sam and me?"

"Can we not talk about Quinn?" she snapped.

Brittany huffed, "Well, it's too late for that Santana, you brought all this up in the first place." She was already flustered by the topic at hand, but knowing that Santana was the person Quinn got her information from had her utterly embarrassed because the Latina was the one to hear her slip-up and knew from being there that the blonde had been thinking about her while having sex with someone else.

"Then just drop it," Santana growled back, shooting a glare in Brittany's direction.

"No, Santana, I won't just drop it. You brought it all up for some reason. Why is that, huh?" The Latina merely shook her head. "No, I want to know. Tell me why you're so interested in whose bed I share."

"Because!" Santana practically shouted, throwing her hands up in the air. Both of them jumped at the outburst, equally surprised. Santana was the first to recover and shut off her machine, Brittany following a few seconds behind as the shorter woman stormed towards the locker room.

"Because why?"

"Geez, will you just leave it alone?" Santana dramatically threw open the door, stomping to her locker, muttering, "For Christ's sake," under her breath.

Brittany was out for blood now and as Santana opened her locker, the blonde shut it with a slam, meeting the Latina's wild eyes with her own dark gaze. "Do you have a problem with who I've slept with?" She asked, voice eerily calm and an octave lower than normal. Santana swallowed thickly and ground her molars together, watching as Brittany's eyes flickered to notice the tick in her jaw. "Sam wouldn't be the problem, because you already know that she wasn't who was on my mind while it happened. So that leaves Quinn. The fact that Quinn and I banged upsets you."

There was a myriad of emotions that passed through the Latina's features as Brittany spoke. The guilt of being caught red handed, arousal at the memory of hearing Brittany, and hurt at Quinn's betrayal before those mocha orbs settled lastly on anger. "Get out of my face," she practically snarled.

Brittany did just the opposite, she stepped closer. "Not until you start talking."

Her nostrils flared, upper lip twitching as she fought back a scowl. "What do you want to hear me say, Brittany?" She hissed, leaning forward to poke a finger at the woman's sweat-soaked chest to get her to move back an inch or two.

Brittany didn't budge. "Anything as long as you're honest," she insisted, voice losing all its edge, eyes practically begging. She was tired of everyone else telling her how Santana felt, or explaining her actions, she wanted to hear it all from Santana herself.

Santana squared her shoulders, staring up the few inches that separated them before turning around and facing her locker again. "Yes. I'm pissed off that you and Quinn slept together." This had the blonde deflating almost entirely, knowing it had been a mistake and greatly regretting getting so drunk with her friend. "But I'm angry with Quinn. Not you," Santana mumbled, peeking from the corner of her eye at the blonde who perked up at this, though also showed confusion. The brunette sighed, fiddling with the handle of her locker as she spoke, "Quinn told me everything about what happened that night."

"Santana-"

"You wanted me to talk, so don't interrupt," she said with a sharp look that had Brittany pursing her lips together tightly. It was silent for a beat or two before she started over. "A little after you started going here I asked Quinn what she knew about you and she told me that the two of you had been getting coffee together and chatting, getting to know one another. She also informed me that a topic often spoken of was me, that you had lots of questions about what I was like and stuff I did for fun. Apparently you know some incredibly embarrassing stories about me so far," she lightly chuckled before clearing her throat. "Every time that you and Quinn hung out, afterwards we would get together or she'd call me and pretty much talk about the same stuff. As bizarre as it sounds, I think we kind of got to know each other with Quinn as our middle man."

Brittany smiled at this. She liked the idea of Santana speaking over the phone with Quinn, talking about her. "And Quinn's a smart girl, it clicked for her right away that we were interested in each other. So the fact that she went home with you and got drunk and fucked you? It makes me go to my rage place just thinking about it. It was like being back in high school where we competed to see who was the best and shit, and this time she used you just to best me, and ignored everyone's feelings but her own in the process." Santana turned her head slightly, giving Brittany a sideways glance. "She told me that after you two left the club you told her that you didn't want her like that. That you offered for her to go to your house, just to hang out or whatever, but that you guys started drinking, a lot, and played strip poker.."

"I don't remember every detail of what happened, but yeah," Brittany practically whispered. Santana turned her head away again and Brittany could see the way tan knuckles were white from clenching her fingers so tight. Brittany reached out and covered one hand with her own, murmuring, "I know it doesn't change anything, but if I had known what would happen, I would have called it a night after the club and not asked her over. I didn't mean to sleep with Quinn, but I can't take back the fact that it happened. I regret drinking so much that I couldn't make the right decision, because if I had been sober it wouldn't have happened. I'm not blaming the alcohol, but it was definitely a factor in this."

Santana shrugged off her touch, ignoring the way Brittany pouted in response. "Yeah I get that. Like I said, I'm angry at Quinn. She was the one who went behind my back and pretty much tricked you into sleeping with her." A scoff escaped before her voice softened, eyes averting as she continued, "She's manipulative like that."

"Did she ever manipulate you?" Brittany asked carefully, eyes squinted. There was hesitation, but eventually Santana met her caring blue gaze and nodded. Brittany bit her lip and nodded to herself, surmising, "When she was experimenting, right? She lead you on, made you think there would be more to it than just casual sex here and there. That must have been a nice thought, being able to put the competitive past behind you and move on into something greater."

Brittany watched as Santana swallowed back tears, her dark orbs turned glossy until she looked away, croaking out, "Don't say stuff like that."

She was quick to apologize with a softly spoken, "Sorry," and laying a light hand on Santana's bare shoulder.

The two of them stood in silence for several minutes until someone entered the locker room, causing them both to startle and watch the older woman. She bustled through her locker and left to take a shower, by then both young adults had gathered their wits about them.

"Listen," Brittany started, catching Santana's attention right away, "I get that things have been pretty messy between us when it could have been plain and simple. From where I'm standing we would have been a regular one night stand any other way, but we've gotten to know each other even if it was through a third party and we obviously still want to bang," the terminology had Santana's lips quirking into a crooked smirk. "I won't fool around with any of my other friends if you're willing to give this a shot," the blonde said with a bashful, hopeful smile.

Santana focused her attention on her locker, opening it and shifting through the clothes and items there. "Britt, you don't have to pretend like you haven't been with anyone else. I happened to be fucking Josh when you and Sam were getting it on, and I don't hold the Quinn thing against you, so really we're on a level playing field right now." She glanced over to see the blonde's face was contorted in confusion, nose scrunched cutely and eyebrows drawn together. The Latina backtracked for a quick second before chuckling and explaining, "Josh, you've met him briefly, he's another personal trainer."

"Oh, right," Brittany said with a small laugh. They shared a smile and she asked, "So, we're good?"

Santana grinned, lifting her tank up over her head and letting it drop onto the bench behind her, enjoying the way Brittany's eyes shamelessly roamed over her upper body. "We're good, Britt. Most of the tension between us has always been sexual, and I'm totally fine with that."

"Uh-huh," Brittany could barely process the words over the pounding in her ears as she watched Santana slide her booty shorts down those amazing tan legs.

Santana glanced up through her lashes, noticing the leering. "You're going to be late for your physical therapy with Mike," she reminded the blonde with a smirk.

Brittany blinked a few times, dragging her gaze back up to meet Santana's eyes, head cocked. "You know my therapy schedule?"

Santana shrugged, tossing her shorts onto the bench behind them. "I've always had an eye on you Britt." She grabbed a shower caddy from the locker. "And I give a lot of attention to detail, so yeah, I've picked up on stuff like that." Brittany was grinning now. "You better get going, though," San smirked, turning her gaze to her, "I'm about to get naked, and I don't think you'll be able to leave when that happens."

Brittany scoffed, "You're a damn tease!" and laughed to herself as Santana tilted her head and cocked her hip, fluttering her lashes innocently.

"I don't know what you mean Britt-Britt."

The blonde rolled her eyes before taking a step back. "Fine, I'll get out of here. Just promise me we'll hang out more, outside of the gym?" Her tone lilted, full of hope.

Santana let a full smile cross her face, "We'll make something work," then slung her towel over her shoulder and made way for the showers. "Talk to you later Britt," she called over her shoulder.

Brittany grinned at Santana's back for a moment before turning and heading out of the locker room. On the way to Mike's room a thought hit her, "Shoot," she muttered, rubbing at the back of her neck, "I forgot to ask for her number." Brittany shook her head at herself. "Damn those distracting legs."

Mike was waiting for her with a wide grin, "I'm really glad you've started warming up while I finished my class, it definitely allows us to make use of the entire hour. This'll help you progress through the therapy."

"That's the thought!" she shoots him a bright grin and heads over to the mat he had laid out.

"So today I figured we could add just a little bit of weight to the strengthening exercises we've been doing?" Mike suggested as he joined her by the mat.

Brittany took a deep, steadying breath and nodded slowly. "Yeah, if you think I'm ready for that, let's do it."

His hand gently rested on her shoulder, squeezing ever so slightly. "You have to tell me right away if there's any hint of pain. We'll stop immediately and let the muscles rest. I don't want you to get hurt at all. You have incredible range of motion in the joint already, but I don't want to risk that by overworking your muscles before they're ready."

"I promise, Mike, if I feel any pain while we work, I'll tell you immediately. Okay? I'll give you a safe word!" Despite the seriousness of the situation she smiled cheekily. "How about avocado!"

Mike laughed softly under his breath, shaking his head in amusement. "Sure Britt. You yell avocado and we'll stop."

"Perfect," she grabbed his hand and squeezed it. "Are we starting with weighted leg raises, then?"

"Let's go for hamstring contractions first, no weights, then move on from there."

"You're the boss!"

so hopefully that cleared some things up for y'all.