A/N: This is the first part of a three part fic about the stages in the Britanna relationship. It'll be romantic and hot. Romance I'm good at, but I'm less good at hot. And this chapter is primarily hotness, so I'm slightly worried. I hope you guys enjoy this.
A Whole New World
It was freshman year; a week or so after Santana had made the team. The head Cheerio, Debbie Chen, was throwing a party. She held court like a queen in her living room, accompanied by her best friend, Debbie Flanagan, but people were drinking and dancing and making out all over the house.
Santana had come with her best friend, Quinn Fabray. Though she had met some very interesting and cool people in her first week of high school, the bonds of junior high still held strong.
The most interesting person she had met was Brittany. She had briefly met Brittany once or twice before, but mostly knew her through reputation. Santana was no innocent, but Brittany's sexual exploits were legendary. It was rumored that she had made out or slept with every guy at her junior high. Brittany hadn't said much during their first few practices, but what she had said was stunning:
"Sometimes I'm paralyzed by understandinglessness."
"My cat beat me at checkers again last night."
"Do you think that shoes resent us?"
It was immediately clear that Brittany was about as smart as the cat she kept talking about, but the more time Santana spent around her the more she wondered if there wasn't something deeper; maybe Brittany just saw or understood things about the world that other people didn't. Maybe she was a genius.
One thing was for certain: when she moved her body, she definitely was a genius. The moves and routines in practice came to her instantly, and she always performed them flawlessly. After arriving at Deb's party and seeing her dancing, Santana realized that cheering was only Brittany's second-most expertise. Dancing was clearly what she was best at: she was perfect, inspiring envy in all the girls and lust in all the guys. Santana shook herself from her thoughts, vaguely realizing that she hadn't felt any envy, and turned to Quinn, "You want to go find Puck and Finn?"
A couple of hours later, as the party was entering the slow, romantic part of the night, Santana was making herself a Jack and coke when Brittany came bounding up beside her, smiling widely and glistening with sweat, causing her thin summer dress to cling to her body. "Santana!" she exclaimed enthusiastically.
"Hey Brit," Santana responded, a huge smile inadvertently lighting up her face.
Brittany grabbed her hand and began pulling her away from the alcohol. "C'mere, C'mere," she said enthusiastically, "I want to show you something!"
Santana allowed herself to be pulled away. Brittany pulled her along, grinning at her, but didn't offer any more explanation. They maneuvered around people and made their way through hallways, the number of people around them slowly dwindling. "What are you showing me?" Santana asked, still grinning hugely.
"It's a surprise!" Brittany exclaimed. Almost immediately afterward, Brittany made a sharp right turn into a room and let go of Santana's hand once inside. Her momentum sent Santana nearly to the middle of the room. Once she had regained her balance, she quickly surveyed her surroundings and found herself to be in a completely normal bedroom. She turned to tell Brittany that she didn't see anything worth seeing, only to find that the other cheerleader, having quickly dropped her dress, now wore only a smile.
"Surprise!"
"Gurk." All the air in Santana's lungs disappeared, and every inch of her skin was suddenly flushed and burning. Brittany didn't even give her a second to reorient herself before confidently and smilingly surging forward and capturing Santana's lips with her own. Somehow Santana ended up pressed against the wall, moaning loudly, her hands frantically exploring Brittany's naked skin. When the kiss ended Santana remembered herself and, in between shallow breaths, tried to ask a question. "Wha-What are-What?"
Brittany took a moment to suck on Santana's neck before responding. "I saw you watching me dance." Brittany moved up for a quick, hard kiss. "You think I'm hot."
I…was…jealous?" It was hard to speak while under Brittany's ministrations, and her statement had ended up coming out as a question.
"No," said Brittany, supplying the answer. "I've seen you watch me at practice, too. You want me," Brittany paused and looked intensely into Santana's eyes, "and I want you."
Santana's breathing was becoming shallower and more labored, she as having a hard time remembering even simple facts. "But I'm a girl…"
Brittany giggled, running her hands along Santana's hips and over her breasts. "I know that, silly."
More kissing and caressing and moaning and sucking and, wow, she was naked.
"…and…you're…a girl…"
"Damn right!"
"…and girls aren't supposed to-"
Brittany covered her lips with a finger to stop her from finishing her statement. "Santana," she said, a serious glint in her eye, "don't be racist."
Then she pulled Santana from against the wall and pushed her onto the bed. Santana, flat on her back and breathless, was immediately straddled by Brittany and thoroughly kissed, and then…well...
It turned out that dancing wasn't what Brittany was best at after all.
The End
