They were always really good at being spies, Brittany thinks, as she stands just inside the locker room door, listening. She hadn’t even really been planning on spying this time, honestly, she’d just come in to look for something (totally not her underwear, not this time), but when she walked through the door and heard the group of half dressed girls tittering, she just couldn’t help but stay concealed and listen.
“I’m telling you, it’s totally them.” An unnecessarily high pitched voice squeaks.
“There never was a them. That’s just a myth. God, Kyra, you’re so gullible.” Another answers. “When Principal Sylvester was the Cheerios coach, she made rules just to make rules. We have no reason to believe that there was ever an actual incident behind the sign being there.”
“Didn’t you see them out on the field? Singing, and touching, and totally eye-fucking each other?” Obviously they were eye-fucking each other, Brittany thinks, rolling her eyes. As ridiculous as those uniforms were, Santana’s legs, in that skirt? Delicious.
“Hey ba-“ Brittany doesn’t hear Santana sneak up behind her, not until her arms are snaked around her waist and her lips are pressed right behind her ear.
“Shh, they’re talking about us, and I want to hear.”She whispers pressing a finger to her girlfriend’s lips.
“Why else would there be a NO PDA sign in the girl’s locker room? It’s not like McKinley is rife with lesbians.” Kyra, apparently, continues. “I mean, Brittany’s not a lesbian, according to Kitty, but still, they were together even when they were here.”
“Legendary.” Santana breathes into Brittany’s ear, and Brittany has to hold back her laughter.
“Oh we were definitely legendary. You didn’t even see Sue’s face when she walked in on you going down on me on the bench.”
“I was most definitely otherwise occupied.” Santana lets out a loud laugh, and Brittany hears the young girls immediately cease their discussion.
“Hello?” One of the girls calls out, and Brittany just shrugs when Santana sends her a questioning look, and lets her girlfriend tug her into full view.
“Talking about us?” Santana quirks an eyebrow, her old head bitch in charge look on her face, even though Brittany can tell that she’s being playful.
“Let me just say, some rumors, totally true.” Santana pulls Brittany in, directly in front of the offending sign, and kisses her lips, making Brittany nearly swoon. “But Sue Sylvester forgot one thing. Me and Britt, we never did listen to her rules.”