Jerome Shostak Answers

Curiosity killed the cat [Brittany / Santana]

This is the result of many paranoid and wanting too much majas two people that make me Glee see a totally different xD For that reason, and because it runs the request last year for Christmas, so start now because of fics that have been lost by my computer this year.

Title: Curiosity killed the cat.
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Brittany / Santana
Dedicated: to Malale and luandachan for they are great and guilty of all fics I've written Glee.
Notes: This is a little strong and some yuri to deny it but I loved writing and that xD (Yes, I am a pervert and I have no pity for the poor Jacob xD)

Curiosity killed the cat.

was lucky that the coach Sylvester was not there already, otherwise I could not go as Jacob Fá easily in the locker room of Cheerios, that it had very clear. But it was not as bad as I did. As a reporter for the Institute had to cover all the Cheerios interésy news and what they did in the locker room after practice was news of interest (for Ely friends).

So that Friday was lucky to slip out of the railway coach surveillance and enter to take a look. The sun was setting and had not turned all the lights so the costumes were a bit dim.

walked slowly through the box office with hardly breath waiting for any time someone told it could not be there. Fortunately for her, nobody showed up and walked to the end of the locker room where he knew there were showers. He found it strange that at that time and there was nobody there, but after all it was Friday and an hour ago they had finished training.

think about it, Jacob was beginning to think it was good idea to go there for nothing.

was then heard. A gasp broke the silence of the locker room. Surely it was not so high, but the lack of people amplify sounds within those walls. I could not imagine where that sound came out, and even less, who could have produced.

He went to the last island of lockers and peered cautiously investigating what happened to the other side (if I had wanted to flee ahead). Not expected that. Almost died there. Virtually

was as if his wildest fantasies had come true.

was a bank. The typical Bank of the high school locker room where everyone was leaving his gym bag as he dressed. Well, I had a bank and the bank were two girls sitting close together looking at one another in the middle of the bank. Jacob

failed to make much effort to recognize them. The blonde in front of him was Brittany, the Brittany everyone said it was not very clever, and in front of him with that tan skin and hair as black as coal could not be other than Santana. And they were kissing.

Yes, he was imagining. The two most popular girls were Cheerios in the middle of the locker room after a workout kissing as if the world were to end tomorrow and misplaced clothes to each other. I could almost see Santana panties, black of course, every time he moved to use whatever approach the blonde.

It was like being in heaven, could not wait to tell his friends he was sure he does not believe a word. Good thinking he could hardly believe it. I could not believe his luck to be seeing something like that, was like a paradise dream and was not even dead.

It was then a groan brought him back to reality and what should be doing, watching. The scene remained roughly the same masochistic, but something had changed. Brittany had squinting and writhed against the body of Santana held her arm behind her back. Jacob was just a second to figure out where was the other hand Santana had not seen the light. And then, just at that moment was when the brunette decided it was time to talk.

- "We Come Brit. Be a good girl and Leave it all to your San. "

Our poor bystander could not put that vision. Knowing that if there was going to betray and was sure he would get Santana eyes for this intrusion, he summoned all his will and retraced his steps to get out of the locker room.

On this trip did not fail to hear the obscenities of Santana and the sounds they produced Brittany and I was sure, would accompany the rest of the day and night.

say that did not tell their friends, not because they wanted to or because he thought he would not believe. Did not tell because the following Monday she met upon arrival at Santana high school and was more than sure that the brunette look that gave him was a real threat. Indeed, one could swear that if looks could kill, he would be dead.