"Ooh boy you lookin' like you like what you. Won't you come over and check up on it? I'ma let you work up on it. Ladies let 'im check up on it. Watch it while he check up on it. Dip it, pop it, twerk it, stop it, check on me tonight."
I groaned loudly while blindly smacking my hand around my nightside table trying to find my phone to turn the alarm off. It's been going off for ten minutes but I'm way too tired to actually open my eyes and look for it. Finally my hand hit something and the sound gets muted slightly. I wrap my fingers around the phone and pick it up, bringing it toward myself so I could turn the alarm off. I slide my thumb across the bottom of the screen to unlock it and smiled at my background for a second before finally silencing the music. Whenever people hear my alarm they laugh because the song is old but I don't care, Beyoncé is amazing and her songs will never get old.
I clicked the home button on my iPhone to bring me out of the alarm app and swiped to the side a few times till I could fully see my background. I moved around the apps a bit so that there was only one on a separate page thing. That way I could see the picture of me and Santana without having to search for it.
It was my favorite picture of us, our friend Quinn took it the day Santana proposed to me. All three of us were at the park, Q and Santana sitting on the curb of the sand area while I was swinging on the swing. I had no idea that she was going to propose that day, I thought we were just going to the park like usual. But when both of them got up and Santana asked me to stop swinging before she got down on one knee, I knew it was happening. I started crying before she even started speaking.
Obviously I said yes, and that was when Santana started crying and I jumped on off the swing and into her arms. The picture was of her holding me up, my legs and arms wrapped around her body, and we were kissing, tears streaming down both our faces. I smiled at the picture one last time before locking my phone, putting it back on the table before turning onto my right side so I was facing the brunette haired beauty beside me.
Santana was so pretty when she was sleeping. I mean, she was pretty all the time, but when she was asleep she was especially beautiful. I know her back is facing me, but I know right now she looks really pretty, even if I couldn't see her face. I moved closer to her until her back was almost against my chest and draped my arm over her side. I leaned in close to her ear. "Santana.." No response. "Honey you have to wake up, my alarm went off and it's already way past 6:30." Still nothing. Santana was so stubborn in the mornings.
I softly kissed the back of her shoulder and wrapped my arm tighter around her body. When she still didn't wake up, or maybe she was awake but was pretending to be asleep, she does that sometimes, I peppered little kisses all over her shoulder and her neck.
"Mm.." Santana sighed and pressed her back into my front, angling her head to the side to expose more of her neck.
"Ahh. So you are awake," I giggled, not stopping my kisses that were now trailing up her jaw line to her ear.
"Nope, still sleeping," she mumbled out and pretending to snore quietly but it came out really loud.
I giggled again. "You're a terrible liar, you know that?" I asked, biting down softly on her lobe. Santana let out a quiet moan but didn't say anything. "C'mon sleepy head, we gotta get up! Graduation day, remember?" This seemed to get Santana's attention because she finally started shifting around. She took her arms over her head and stretched them out while she stretched her body at the same time. I always thought she looked like a cat whenever she did that.
"What time did you say it was?" she asked, suspiciously sounding more awake.
I grabbed my phone again and checked the time. "It is..6:47."
Santana suddenly jumped out of bed and started moving around the room like she hadn't been asleep just minutes before. "Shit, we slept in. We're going to be late."
I sat up in the bed and stretch my arms out. "No, you slept in, I didn't," I pointed out. "But yeah, we're probably going to be late."
"We should have gotten up earlier."
"Santana, its fine. We'll just rush it and we'll get to school on time, okay?"
Santana looked at me for a few moments then nodded. "Yeah, okay. We have to hurry though, okay? So shower one at a time or else we'll be here forever."
"But I like taking showers with you," I whined out playfully.
"Britt.." Santana walked over to the bed until she was in front of it and took my hands in hers. "you know I love taking showers with you too but we're seriously late so we have to move fast. I promise when we get home we'll have all the showers you want together, okay?"
"Okay!" I chirped. Taking as many showers with Santana as I wanted when we got home seemed like a much better deal than taking only one now.
Santana smiled. She then leaned down to kiss my lips softly and pulled away before I had the chance to deepen it. "Okay. So you shower first, I'm going to go get us breakfast, okay?"
"Sounds like a plan." I watched Santana start to leave until I realized something. "San, wait!"
She turned around and looked at me with a worried face, "What? What's wrong? Did something happen?"
I giggled again and stood up to walk to her. "No, nothing happened silly. You worry too much."
"Maybe," she agreed. "Now tell me what's wrong so I can go get us food."
A smile crept up on my face. I moved in closer to her till my lips were right near her ear. "You're still naked," I whispered out before breaking into a full blown laughing fit.
Santana blushed and looked down at herself, noticing for the first time that morning that she wasn't wearing any clothes. "Well whose fault is that? Definitely not mine."
I started laughing again as she began searching the room for her clothes which were pretty much everywhere. I usually just threw them wherever, not paying attention to where they went. I finally got my laughing under control and started to help Santana search for her clothes. So far she had found her t-shirt and I found her shorts but we still couldn't find her-
"Seriously, Britt? These were my favorite pair!"
I turned around to see Santana holding up a ripped pair of leopard print panties in her left hand and looking at me with a dead serious look. I just started laughing again.
"That's not funny!" she said, throwing the tattered cloth at me. "You're buying me a new pair," she grumbled before putting the rest of her clothes back on.
"Yeah yeah, I will," I assured her, throwing the panties in the garbage. "Now go make me some food woman! I'll be in the shower!" I kissed her cheek really quickly before walking towards the ajoint bathroom in my room.
She smacked my ass and replied, "You better hurry up! It's already 7:00!"
"We're late."
"We're not late."
"It's 8:20. School started twenty minutes ago."
"It's fine, we're just..fashionably late."
"It's not fine. I have math first period and you have science."
"I do?"
"Britt.."
I reached out to turn down the radio in the car only to have Santana's hand smack it away. "My car, my radio. No changing the volume, you know that." She was pretending to be angry but after a few seconds she caved in and smiled instead.
I grabbed her right hand from the steering wheel and entwined our fingers together. "Babe, I know you're nervous about today, but everything will okay. Okay?" Truth was I knew Santana was a lot more than nervous, she was terrified. She had been elected valedictorian which as first I thought was some sort of dictator over Valentine's day but after she explained it to me I understood why she was so scared about it. They had to give a speech at graduation and Santana was never good at speaking in public.
We pulled up to a red light and Santana took her other hand off the steering wheel and put it on top of our hands we were already holding. "I know. You'll be there with me, so I know I have nothing to worry about." I smiled at her and she smiled back before she leaned in to kiss my lips. We stayed like that, unmoving, for multiple seconds until we heard someone honking behind up which forced us to pull apart and realize the light was now green. We laughed as Santana put her foot on the gas and started driving again.
We got to school in record time, only a half hour late for first period. As we were making our way to our lockers a few teachers stopped us and asked us why we weren't in class. I just told them that I got lost and Santana was helping me find my way back to class. It worked each time like a charm.
Santana walked me to my class first because it was closest and along the way I had her hand held tightly in my own. Ever since we came out at school I've been so happy that we could finally hold hands and kiss in front of everyone so we did at every moment we could.
"Thanks for walking me to class," I said once we were close to the room.
"Anything for you," Santana smiled. I smiled back at her and let go of her hand so I could hug her. I leaned back from the hug just enough so that I could kiss her lips and I tightened my hold on her a little. I loved being all lovey dovey with her in public, even if people looked at us funny I didn't care.
I was just about to pull away from the kiss when I felt something smooth and velvety slide across my lower lip. I smiled into the kiss and opened my mouth slightly to allow Santana's tongue to meet mine. Well, actually they've met before, lots of times, but this was the first time today. Our tongue wrestled a little bit before I finally let Santana take over. She walked forward till my back hit the wall and pressed her body flush against mine. I was just about to wrap my leg around her hip when someone broke us up.
"You two are like freaking rabbits!"
Santana and I broke apart and she turned around to address Quinn. "At least I'm gettin' some, Fabray. Besides, if you had a girlfriend half as hot as mine, you'd know how hard it is not to be all over her every second of every day."
Quinn grimaced. "Okay, too much information, S. I'm just saying. You looked like you were about to start doing it right there."
Santana rolled her eyes. "Whatever. You're just jealous. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a girlfriend to make out with." Before I could stop her, Santana all but devoured my mouth with hers. I knew how this game worked. We would always make out in front of Quinn to bother her. Not that she was homophobic or anything, but it was funny to see her get all mad.
"Ugh, you guys are terrible!" she groaned before storming off into the class next to us.
Santana and I just broke apart laughing so hard we almost fell over.
"San, I really think we should stop kissing in front of her. I think sometimes it does get her a little upset," I said once our laughter subsided.
"Whatever, she's just jealous. And she's not here now so.." Santana trailed off as she leaned in to kiss me again.
I quickly ducked down and moved to the side to avoid her lips. "Ah-ah-ah," I sang and wagged my finger at her. "You're the one who said we needed to get to class and learn so don't try to suck me into having sweet lady kisses with you in the middle of the hall."
Santana pouted for all of a second and then smiled again. "Yeah, I know. You're just so irresistible sometimes."
"I know I am," I agreed happily and moved to her to peck her lips for no more than half a second. "Now get to class, missy. I'll see you at lunch?"
Santana nodded. "Yup, I'll meet you at your locker. Have a good class."
"You too!"
I stood at my locker after the last bell of the day rang and tried to get it open. I was always forgetting my combination even though I wrote it down so many times. It probably didn't help that I always put the papers that I wrote it down on inside my locker though. I was just about to give up and call Santana to ask her what it was but instead I felt arms slither around my waist and pull me into a tight, warm hug.
"Can't remember your combination, baby?" Santana whispered into my ear. I shivered.
"No..I forgot it again," I said lamely. I was a little embarrassed that I kept forgetting it even though it's been the same since I moved to this school. Santana turned me around in her arms and pecked my lips.
"There's nothing to be embarrassed about, okay? Hell, if I didn't have a note in my phone with my combination on it, all of freshman year I would have had to go down to the office everyday and ask for it." I laughed at that and didn't really feel all that silly or lame anymore.
Santana let go of my waist and tapped my hip so I could move out of the way. She dialed in the three numbers and opened my locker up with one try. I smiled sheepishly at her. "Thank you, you're the best."
Santana smiled. "I know I am, now give me some kisses as a reward." She was always such a dork. Nevertheless I leaned down and placed my hands on her hips and pulled her into a soft kiss. After a few seconds we pulled apart smiling and I turned around to get my things from my locker and put them into my bag.
"I don't know how you do that every time," Santana said after a few seconds.
"Do what?"
"Make me breathless every time you kiss me," she clarified.
I turned around and saw her blushing. "You're a dork, you know that?"
"Yeah well, you make me a dork."
"We should change your name to Dorktana instead of Santana," I suggested, trying my hardest not to laugh.
Santana cringed. "Uh, no thanks. I love you, Britt, but there's no way I'm changing my name to Dorktana for you, sorry."
I pouted my lips and gave her my best puppy dog eyes. "Please?"
Santana held her serious face for a few seconds before breaking again. "Fine."
I giggled and clapped my hands together. "Wow, I really do have you w-"
"Do not finish that sentence." Santana said firmly.
"Whi-"
"Britt I'm serious. I'm never kissing you again if you finish it."
We held eye contact for a few moments, neither one of us backing down. Finally before she could interrupt again I said as quickly as I could, "Whipped."
"I am not whipped!"
"You so are."
Both of us looked to the side where we saw Noah Puckerman standing against the locker beside mine with his arms crossed. "You're more whipped than a whip."
"Clever as always, Puck," Santana replied, rolling her eyes at the Mohawk boy.
"Whatever, the joke doesn't matter. What matters is that you'll literally do anything Britt wants you to do without a second thought. You're seriously going to change your name to Dorktana?"
Santana blushed and turned away from him. She looked at me with pleading eyes, begging me to change the topic. I softly smiled at her. "She's not whipped, Puck, I was joking."
"Yeah sure, you think what you want, I'll think what I want. Deal?" We both nodded our heads. "Good. You ladies nervous for graduation?"
"A little bit," I admitted. "Are you?"
Puck shrugged. "Nah, not really. I can't wait to get out of this place, ya know?"
Santana turned to Puck and nodded her head. "I know exactly what you mean. Once the school year is all over, me and Britt are both leaving this loser town to go to New York." She turned to me after she said that, almost as if to confirm that that was still our plan. I smiled and linked my pinky with hers.
I could see Puck looking at us with a small smile of his own on his face out of the corner of my eye. He leaned off the locker and chuckled. "You two are so in love I'm surprised you're not puking rainbows."
"Wait you can puke rainbows?" I asked looking to him.
"It's just a figure of speech, Britt," Santana assured me. I made an 'O' with my mouth and nodded my head in understanding. "But yeah, so what, we're in love. Gotta problem with that, Puckerman?" she snapped at him. I knew she was joking though, she was still smiling.
"Nope, not a problem at all," Puck assured us, smiling back. "Anyways, I gotta go, catch you girls tonight."
"Bye, Puck!" we said at the same time and watched as he walked away from us. After he was gone I closed my locker and turned to Santana. "We're still going to New York, right?"
"Of course, Britt. Maybe not right after graduation, but somewhere in the summer we're going to move there and finally get married. That's the plan anyways, right?"
I smiled. "Right."
I was in the washroom, looking at myself, trying to make sure that the hat on top of my head was straight but every time I moved it, it just looked crooked. I walked out of the room and into my bedroom whining out, "Santana..help me make this straight."
I looked around after I got no reply. Santana was nowhere to be found in my room, her gown and hat were even still laid out on my bed. "San..?" I asked cautiously, I could have sworn she was here a minute ago..
Suddenly something grabbed me from behind and covered my mouth with their hand. I struggled to get out of the persons hold until I felt the hand that was covering my mouth slowly come off and move my hair to the side. I then felt soft and pouty lips touch my neck and I sighed, letting my whole body relax. Santana chuckled.
"I thought you were a bugler or something," I whispered. I didn't know why I was whispering but it felt like I should, so I did.
"Mm, nope, just me," Santana mumbled against my skin.
I let my head fall to the side and exposed more of my neck for her. "We should really be getting ready to go. Graduation starts in a few hours."
"We'll get ready later," she said, then bit down softly on my neck. My breath hitched slightly and my left hand came up to tangle in her hair and my right hand went straight to her hip. "Eager much?"
I giggled airily, "Shush you. Are you naked?" I asked, remembering how her clothes were still on the bed.
"Mm..maybe, why don't you turn around and check for yourself?"
I knew it was a trap, Santana did this all the time. She always distracted both of us whenever we had to get ready to go somewhere. And even though I knew that she was about to distract us again, I still turned around.
Right away her lips attached to mine and her arms wrapped around my neck. I placed my hands on her hips and pressed myself into her, biting her bottom lip and pulling away. She let out a little moan, I knew she loved it when I did that. I looked down at her body and wasn't very shocked to see she wasn't wearing any clothes.
"Naughty girl," I teased.
"Only for you." And with that she pushed me backwards onto my bed and crawled on top of me. Her lips found mine and her hands went to the bottom of the gown and pushed it up so she could slip her thigh between both my legs. She pushed her knee up against my center and I moaned into her mouth.
"God.. S-San we really have to get ready," I tried to say but it mostly just sounded like moans.
"Do you really want to stop?" she asked, and then started trailing her lips down my neck, sucking at my pulse point.
"No," I answered truthfully. "But we have to, babe. We have to leave in a half hour, remember?"
"Can't we just have a quickie?" she tried to negotiate. Seriously, this girl will do anything for sex.
I giggled. "We're just going to smell like sex after that and we don't have time to take another shower." Santana groaned and removed her lips from my skin, cradling her head into the crook of my neck. She looked so cute like that. "C'mon, babe. Get up!" I prompted and smacked her ass.
"Hey! That hurt," Santana said and picked her head up to look at me.
I smirked up at her. "You should put some clothes on then."
"Fine," she mumbled. "You're just jealous you don't have my hot bod."
I laughed. "Sure, that's what it is."
As the audience cheered and the seniors threw their hats up into the air, I wrapped my arms around Santana's body and picked her up, spinning her around and kissing her firmly on the lips in front of everyone. I could tell Santana was shocked by the kiss because of her hesitation but within seconds her arms were around my neck and she was pressing herself further into the kiss. I finally let her down, making sure her feet were planted on the stage before I kissed her again. We were the only two with our hats still on so without looking I tried my best to grab hold of Santana's cap. She grabbed mine, and we both threw each other's hat into the air at the same time, laughing into the others mouth.
This was the moment we've been waiting for, for four years. Being able to stand up here in front of everyone, cheering with all our friends, throwing our caps up in the air, knowing that our high school years are finally over. I looked around. Some people were hi-fiving their friends, some were jumping up and down, and some were even crying. I looked to Santana and saw that there were in fact tears brimming in her eyes. She gave me a watery smile and I laughed at her, feeling tears make their way into my own eyes.
"We did it," Santana yelled over everyone else's cheering. "We finally graduated."
"Which means that in a few months, we'll be moving away to New York together, getting married, and living on our own," I smiled widely at her.
Santana nodded her head, tears finally falling from her eyes and down her cheeks. She then wrapped her arms around me again and kissed me.
"Finally home!" I announced as me and Santana trudged into my room. I threw off my hat, walked straight to my bed and fell face first into the pillows. "Lungsht day evr. I'm sho egaushted."
I heard Santana's distance laughter come closer until I felt a dip in the bed. "I can't understand a word you're saying, babe. Your face is all shmushed in the pillows."
I lifted my head up a little so I could speak clearly and said, "I'm sleepy!" before face planting back into my pillows. Santana laughed again. I felt the bed go back up and I guessed that she got up from it. I heard her moving around but I was too tired to turn around and see what she was doing. After a minute or two I felt her hands on my shoulders, trying to take the gown off. I provided as little help as possible and it took well over three minutes for her to get my arms out of the holes. Once it was off she walked away again, leaving me only in the tank top and yoga shorts I wore underneath.
A breeze came into my room and I shivered a bit. "Shantna, I'm cold." Santana didn't say anything but I suddenly felt my whole back warm up as she lay down on top of me. I sighed and smiled into my pillows. "That's better."
Santana laughed and gathered up my hair, pulling it into a ponytail or a bun, I couldn't really tell. She then started placing small mouse kisses all over my exposed shoulder and back. She trailed them up to my ear and then whispered softly into it. "I am so proud of you."
I struggled to turn my face to the side so I could half look at her and speak clearly. "You are?"
"Mhm," she hummed, kissing my cheek.
I smiled at her then shifted around, almost toppling her over the side of the bed, until I was lying on my back looking up at her. "You really mean it?"
"Of course I do, B. You worked so hard this year and it really paid off. I couldn't be more proud."
It meant everything to me to know that Santana was proud of me. I knew it would have thrown off our whole plan and made her really upset if I didn't graduate this year, but I did. And hearing her say out loud she was proud of me was one of the best feelings ever. "Thank you," I said quietly before leaning my head up a few inches to meet her lips. It just was meant to be a short kiss but once Santana lowered her body completely on top of me and slid her tongue across my lower lip, I couldn't refuse the prompt to deepen it.
We kissed like that for a few minutes until Santana pulled away and rested her forehead on top of mine. "You know what we should do?" she asked quietly, a smirk playing on her lips.
"What?" I asked back, just as quietly.
"We should have I'm-proud-of-my-girlfriend-for-graduating sex."
I couldn't help but laugh at that and throw my arms around her tiny body, holding her close. "You know I would love to but that sounds like the kind of sex that's going to be wildly loud and meant for when no one's home except us."
"You're probably right," Santana agreed, kissing my nose. "You know I like it loud."
I giggled, "That you do." Santana rolled off me and helped both of us under the covers. Once we were both settled and comfortable, cuddled up in each other's arms, we looked at each other. Not that kind of awkward and uncomfortable staring we do when we're trying to make the other laugh, but staring in a way that's saying, 'wow I love you'.
"How did I get so lucky?" Santana asked after a few minutes.
I shrugged. "The same way I did."
"It wasn't an easy path to get to here," she admitted.
I nodded my head. "It definitely wasn't. There were ups and downs-"
"-tears and smiles-"
"-fights and make ups," I trailed off slightly. "But it was all worth it in the end. Right?"
Santana nodded and squeezed me tighter. "So worth it."
We sat quietly for a few more minutes until I spoke up again. "It's kind of funny how long and disastrous the story of 'Us' is, if you think about it."
"I suppose it is, but you know what?"
"What?"
Santana smiled softly and moved forward to kiss my lips for a few seconds before mumbling, "I wouldn't have it any other way," against them and kissed me again.
"Me neither," I mumbled and kissed her back.
I always thought of me and Santana as soul mates. There were so many things that happened during the path of getting where we are today that probably should have broke us up forever, but didn't. And even if it did, I know that we would have found our way back to each other again.
It's even funny when you think about how we met. In the beginning I hated Santana, and she hated me. Everyone knew we hated each other and no one would have thought that we would ever be able to be in the same room alone together, nevermind planning to go to New York alone together to get married.
And it was even funnier to think that what started this whole thing, was just a simple cup of coffee..
A/N; hey y'all, merci for reading if ya did. basically how i'm thinking of playing this fic out is that this chapter is present time, but the next chapter and most after that will be in the past (but speaking in present tense) of how brittany and santana got to where they are today! i like reviews and stuff so leave me some if ya want c:
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song used; Check On It - Beyoncé
