So, this is a (belated) birthday present for awesomest one ever! Happy Birthday! :)
And I was rewatching The Rhodes Not Taken, and noticed how hot Santana looked during Last Name, and then I wondered what Brittany's reaction to her was.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. If I owned Santana, I wouldn't be spending time on my computer writing fanfiction.
I love Santana's hair. It's so long and shiny and pretty, especially when she takes it out of its ponytail just for me. Those times are the best, because she only takes her hair down when we're about to have sex. And I love having sexytimes with Santana. (She always makes me feel so special and smart, and she is the best kisser in the entire school. I would know.) So it confused me when she took her hair down for Glee for the first time.
We were both in her room, getting ready for the Invitational. As I was pulling on my jeans, she reached up, pulled out her elastic, and shook her hair loose. Naturally, I pulled my jeans back off and walked over to her. Then I reached forward, slowly tangled my fingers in her beautiful hair, and pulled her close to me for a slow, burning kiss. But then she pulled away. Which was really weird, because normally we don't break apart for hours. And then she said, "B, stop. Put your pants back on," and started brushing her hair.
"What's wrong? You don't wanna make out?" I asked, and did as she told me.
"No, I definitely want to, but we have to go to that stupid Glee thing. Remember? You get to be a cowgirl? We got those matching hats and everything," she said, and started putting on her make-up.
"Oh yeah…" I remembered, and buttoned up my shirt without further comment.
Santana spun around and made totally cheesy finger guns. "How do I look?" she said, pretending to shoot me.
Holy. Crap.
She had somehow managed to find boots that looked like fuck me heels. Her jeans were fitting her perfectly, giving me a nice view of her fantastic ass. Her black button down was perfect against her tan skin, and of course her make-up was flawless. But for some reason, the black cowgirl hat totally set me off. I hadn't known what "turned on" meant until I saw her look at me with a smirk that made me feel like she knew exactly what she was doing to me.
"Britt? What do you think?" she asked, not really fazed by my lack of response.
"I think… you should be a cowgirl more often," I said, "and you also need to sleep over. Tonight. Wear that hat… and nothing else."
She smiled. "Will do."
Yep. That's it. You know, that Review button's there for a reason ;)