Disclaimer: Not mine.
Spoilers: None, really.
This is my first crack at this in what has to be a while, so easy on me plz.
She was dreaming of her again.
Which, at the moment, did not bode well for her sanity. And this time there was no questionable expiration date on the milk to blame it on.
She had waken up in a sweat with the sheets tangled about her and the feel of Brittany's warm flat palms making their way up and around her ribcage and her knuckles tracing the lines of Santana's cheekbones still buring their way on her skin.
Santana found it difficult to get back to sleep that night, sleep avoiding her as the images of Brittany and her goddamned flexibility flitted in and out of thought.
...
Santana had intially tried to push it out of her mind, assuming that it was just a once time thing, because Brittany really was hot, and anyone with a pair of eyes could see that, and that didn't mean anything, really. Yet here she was, again fighting the urge to touch herself, the arousal pooling heavily between her thighs. It had started out as a one time thing, for practice they had said, but one time became twice, became almost everyday, sometimes twice in a day.
But Brittany was Brittany, and that was exactly the problem.
Brittany, who gave a hundred percent into everything and everyone that came into her life. Even when throwing slushies into the faces of lower mouth breathing life forms, there was never any malice and sometimes even a premptive tight smile would wind up on her face as if to say, Sorry, I don't really mean this, we can still be friends, right? While everyone cowered in fear from Santana and Quinn, people always forgave Brittany; for she was the sunshine to McKinley High, and Santana always scowled a little less when she was around. Which was always a good thing for all involved.
How could Santana not have eventually, inevitably, irreverisalbly and unequivocally fallen in love with her?
...
It was one thing however, to briefly flirt with the idea, something that she had never truly admitted to herself, and quite another to wake up lustful and horny after said best friend.
She found it hard to look Brittany in the eye the following morning, afraid that the previous night's truths and revelations was written all over her face. She was afraid of Brittany being able to see right through her, and she was afraid of her emotions, which was really stupid, because she was fucking Santana Lopez and she never backed down from anything.
Except currently, her emotions.
...
She knew she was barreling down a one way path, of which there would be no return, and if she thought long and hard about it, Santana thought that she might be able to live with that.
It was hard to avoid such topics of conversation for long though, especially having Brittany for a best friend as well as three classes with her.
Brittany knew better than to bring it up during school hours though, and when she held out her pinkie after Cheerios practice, leading them to an ice cream parlour, Santana knew she had already been doomed from the start and oh my god she was so whipped, there was no point in trying to fight it really, when blue eyes turned to her asking for sprinkles on top.
...
Santana hated losing, really, she did. But sometimes losing wasn't such a bad thing when that meant nuzzling the neck of the blonde as Brittany drew idle circles on her bare stomach. Her eyelids were heavy with sleep, and if this was love, then it wasn't so bad.
"San?"
"Hmmm?"
"I love you."
After two heartbeats;
"I love you too, Britt."