Clockwork | Brittana

Chapter 17

Like everything else Santana taught her, it wasn't long before Brittany picked up the delicate interplay that was a necessity in Call of Duty: Modern Warfare.

Santana offered to play something else, but Brittany had insisted. She knew this was Santana's way of unwinding, releasing stress, and the night before the convention, that was exactly what Brittany wanted to let her do. They sat alongside each other on the couch, feet propped up on the coffee table in a manner that Brittany was sure Quinn wouldn't appreciate if she had been home. A pair of open beers sat next to forgotten coasters and a bag of chips.

"Explain Quinn."

Santana glanced over to Brittany, but the blonde didn't look away from the screen.

"Huh?"

"Like, how did you two meet?"

"At UCLA," Santana maneuvered her character around the screen, as she kept an eye on Brittany's.

"Did you take classes together?" Brittany pushed on.

"Not exactly."

There was an odd tone to Santana's voice that quirked Brittany's interest.

"What, did you date her in college too?"

Santana laughed, a flush spreading over her cheeks, "No, it wasn't anything like that. We pledged together."

"Like," Brittany didn't even notice her character was being killed because she was so distracted with the thought, "to a sorority?"

"Tri-Delts for life," Santana smirked from behind her beer.

"Tri-Delts?"

"Delta Delta Delta," Santana shrugged like it was no big deal, but the smile on her face told Brittany otherwise.

"Did you like being in a sorority? At NYU I would see those girls with their little booths and fundraisers, it always looked like they were... having fun."

"I loved it," Santana smiled genuinely this time, knowing what Brittany was trying to say. "We were all really tight. It was probably the best part of being at UCLA, but trust me, it was a lot more than just frat parties and boys."

"You mean there some girls thrown into the mix?"

Santana flushed and kept her focus on the video game.

Brittany laughed, "I'm teasing."

"You're kind of right," Santana admitted, "I didn't really start dating girls until I was there, all the girls were so cool about it, and it was such a breath of fresh air. I was a total closet case in high school. Plus, there's a UCLA and a Berkeley chapter so I had an easy way to make friends after I transferred."

"Transferring so close to graduation must have been hard for you," Brittany mused quietly. She was going to continue to present Santana with the opportunity to talk about the situation at UCLA, but keep the conversation light enough that she could deflect if she wanted to.

"You'd be surprised how easy things can be," Santana frowned softly.

Brittany licked her lips, weighing her odds, then taking the gamble to finish Santana's statement, "When you're running away from something."

"You're so clever," Santana jested not unkindly.

"I've been known to connect the dots," Brittany nudged her elbow against Santana's and smiled softly.

"You're actually doing really well," Santana brought her attention back to the game.

"You're a great teacher," Brittany sent a sideways smile and an adorable blush spread over Santana's face.