Authors Note: My next word prompt thingy (Kissing) this one-shot involves brief swearing and probably…almost certainly wrongly written Spanish, don't judge! I tried my best to get it right, honest :) Thanks for the reviews, alerts and favorites – maybe made me update faster, yes, let it be known that I react well to being fed reviews and favorites :)

A little bit of angst although not lots, please have fun reading.

Kissing; 'A kiss can change everything – for better, or worse.'

"I can not believe you'd do this!" Santana yelled, her hands flying in the air as she walked into the small shower area of the Cheerios locker room, her canvas shoes treading in shallow water and briefly the movement made little ripples appear.

Brittany followed quickly and stopped when Santana faced the cream tiled wall, throwing her arms out as she seemed to push against it, Brittany shook her head. "What…?"

"With Noah Puckerman of all people Brittany! Don't you have any respect?" Ranted the Latina, slightly aware her palms had forcefully slammed against the wall multiple times, she thanked her lucky stars that they were the only two in the locker room.

"San…" Whispered Brittany, her steps forward were hesitant and Santana noticed this.

"I mean, were you even thinking." She whispered, trying to calm herself down, Brittany looked on the verge of tears and Santana cursed inwardly. "Yo no sé por qué yo estoy tan enojado acerca de esto."

"Why are you talking like the cricket outside my window does?"

"Brittany…"

The blonde ran a delicate hand through her own tresses of hair. "I don't understand you, your confusing big words are…confusing." Her voice was low although Santana heard them.

"I said I don't know why I am so angry about this!"

"Oh, me either." Brittany admitted and Santana dropped her arms from the wall, "I don't like it."

Santana sighed, "Just tell me why out of all the guys in this school you would kiss Noah Puckerman?" Brittany shrugged and looked at the floor. "Did you enjoy it?"

"It was just a kiss; you kiss guys all the time." She muttered, Santana scoffed loudly.

"But you're n-" Not meant to, stopping herself short, because saying what she had intended to would seem possessive, maybe even a little bit hypocritical, Santana walked towards Brittany, she wanted so much to express her anger at the blonde kissing Puck, although really, how would she find words when she didn't even know why she was angry at the stupid kiss anyway? "You didn't answer my question." She snapped when the blonde merely stared at her feet, "Did you enjoy kissing him?"

"I like your lady kisses better…" Brittany quietly said and Santana lowered her voice.

"That's not an answer."

Brittany frowned, "I didn't mean to kiss him San."

"Yeah right, next you'll be telling me you just tripped and fell onto his fucking lips!"

"I did trip…" Santana rolled her eyes and Brittany looked up from her feet. "He caught me,"

"Oh how romantic!" Santana quipped and her tone went higher as she turned away from the innocent looking girl, she was angry, that had been stated; although somewhere deeper she felt betrayed – why, was the question she found herself asking although no answer magically appeared, quite rude of it really. She heard Brittany walk closer yet kept her back to her, blinking back tears, Santana Lopez did not cry over stupid kisses!

"It was until he kissed me, he tasted of fish and his hands were rough, my cat's breath smells like fish sometimes and I can't find its collar." Brittany spoke seriously and her voice pulsated with a certain sadness that made Santana turn around.

"You didn't kiss him back?" She asked and the blonde shook her head slowly.

"Your hands aren't rough and they make me feel safe…" She quietly said and Santana quickly reached out her hand, running it gently through Brittany golden hair, it was almost her way of apologizing because actions were easier than words when it came to Santana. "Please don't stay angry at me."

"Britt…" Sighing Santana let her arm drop lazily to her side. "I'm not angry at you."

"Are you angry at Puck?" The girl asked slowly.

"Yes,"

"Because you like him and he kissed me instead of you?" No, because she liked Brittany and Puck put his unwelcome hands all over her…

"I don't like him." Growled Santana and Brittany looked confused.

"But…you had sex with him."

"Sex isn't dating, it's not love, all it is, is sex." The Latina explained and desperately wished that stood for a certain blonde standing in front of her. "He's just a good time, the next morning I don't wake up with him by my side."

Brittany smiled gently, "We wake up together at times, I sometimes think you are more comfortable then my pillow."

Unable to not grin at those words Santana lowered her head, her anger leaving her body as she indolently sighed, she couldn't stay mad at Brittany, the girl only had to smile and she'd forget every emotion she had ever felt, except the one that made her heart race – although that emotion was unnamed, to mixed up to be labeled under anything. "Are you hungry?" She softly asked, food always made things better she thought.

Brittany smiled, "I missed lunch, Coach S made me run circuits because I forgot my practice pom-poms, then my stomach made funny noises all day and I thought a tiny Martian was inside me, but Quinn said I was just hungry."

"I'm taking that as a yes," Laughed Santana, quickly linking pinkies as she walked swiftly through the shower area. "Come on, we're going to get something greasy."

"Are you less angry now?" Brittany asked, her fingers squeezing a salty chip to the point of mush.

"Yes." Santana answered and sat back further against the uncomfortable chesterfield of the take away restaurant, they sat in a booth at the far end of the place, opposite each other as Brittany had insisted it was easier to share chips that way.

Chewing her mashed wedge slowly Brittany looked at Santana. "Will I have to run more laps after this?"

"What…?" Questioned the Latina

"Coach S, she says we're not aloud to eat greasy food or we will be the fat lady that sings and ends it all."

Santana grinned. "It's after school B, so no."

"I'm sorry…" Brittany rapidly said and Santana stopped chewing as she quickly jarred her head up, briefly about to ask why when the blonde softly spoke. "I didn't mean to trip and land on Pucks lips."

Santana didn't need to be reminded of the visual she'd saw with Pucks hands all over Brittany so she swiftly shrugged. "It's okay, eat your chips."

"They taste like potatoes." The girl deadpanned although Santana had no chance to even smile before a familiar voice abused her ears.

"No, really?" Puck mocked and slipped his way next to Brittany, Santana clenched her fists. "Now I'm going to have to taste them, just to make sure, Y'know." He grabbed a messy handful of the hot chips and stuffed them disorderly into his smirking mouth, Santana wished he'd choke.

"What are you doing here?" She seethed and the guy merely shrugged.

"Chill out," He mumbled around his mouthful, swallowing thickly. "Last I checked babe, this was a public place, and I'm eating – what does it look like?"

"Don't call me that and get your own food!"

"Brittany offered…" He stated, the girl snapped her head up.

"I did…?"

"No she didn't, put down the chips!" Ordered Santana, her hand furiously swatting at his food filled hands, she noted she most likely looked the part of a moron and quickly pulled back.

Puck dropped the food before grinning as he wrapped his arm around Brittany, "Whatever,"

"Your hands are rough," The girl stated and tilted away slightly.

"Rough's always fun babe."

"Get your hands off her you pervert!" Growled Santana, slamming her palms against the wooden table as she stood, god, she hated other people that wasn't her touching Brittany!

Puck seemed genuinely shocked by the out burst although didn't comply. "Whoa, why are you so cranky today? Missing a little something?" He pointed downwards, Santana glared.

"Fuck, you!"

"Come on then," He beamed, probably congratulating himself on his retort, moving quickly from the booth Santana violently grabbed his arm, ripping it from Brittany as she stared daggers at the guy, maybe one would hit she momentarily thought. "Hey…that hurt, what's your problem?"

"At the moment you!"

Brittany squashed another chip and looked at the table. "Santana's hands are soft,"

Ignoring her Puck flew into a standing position. "Few nights ago you couldn't get enough of me, begged me for more." He said and Santana jeered a low laugh.

"You were the one begging Puck!"

"Whatever…"

"And that night is hardly anything to brag about, you were so drunk you passed out half way through." She stridently said and Puck held his hands out forcefully.

"Please, yell louder!"

"What's the matter embarrassed?"

He scoffed, "Hardly, I rocked your world and you know it."

"Why don't you lie some more…" Deadpanned Santana, somewhat aware they were getting a few stares from other customers, she couldn't drum up the effort to be bothered though.

"I want to go home," Brittany quietly mumbled and suddenly Santana's expression softened, Puck kept the smug grin and turned to face the sitting Cheerio.

"I would be more then happy to drive you,"

Pushing him out of the way so Brittany could get out of the booth Santana glared. "I'm sure you would, come on B we'll take my car."

"Ever thought maybe she'd like to go with me?" Puck questioned.

"No."

"Gunna ask her?"

"No." Santana said grabbing Brittany's arm in a small effort to pull the girl closer, she looked away from Puck and to the blonde. "Come on, you right?"

"My cars faster…"

"And we care about this why?" Groaned the Latina, Brittany smiled apologetically at Puck.

"I don't want to go with you, you've got goldfish breath and I'm scared of your hair…" She glanced at his Mohawk. "Plus Santana's kisses are better than yours, she…rocks, my world."

"Goldfish breath…?" Puck deadpanned before shaking his head, and then subconsciously he ran strong fingers threw his hair, "My Mohawk rocks," His mouth hung open as Brittany shrugged. "It's a Mohawk dude, no one hates Mohawks."

"You sound defeated," Smiled Santana, her arm linking with Brittany's, somehow it made her feel like she'd won something seeing the almost hurt look on Puckermans face.

He glanced around at the few people who were still interested in the small drama before shoving his hands into his pockets, "My Mohawks awesome." Weakly said – oh yeah, Santana had won.

Her trophy…?

"If you want I can give you a mint, my cat doesn't like them, but they help with the fish smell…"

Brittany.

Authors Note: Yes, yes, yes…Kinda random and I make Puck seem a villain (Holds hands in surrender) But it was kind of critical for the story.

If you have any word prompts in mind let me know :)

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