Pairing: (AU) Vampire!Britt & Santana Lopez
Rating: M
Word Count: ~2K
Disclaimer: I do now own Glee or any of its affiliated places. I'm writing this purely for entertainment purposes.
A/N: Someone on tumblr came to me wondering if I knew any vampire AUs where Brittany was the one with the fangs instead of Santana. I took a little while to look into this and saw that yeah Santana was basically always the vampire. But why? Just because she's bitchy and broody? C'mon guys, don't be so stereotypical of vamps. For a brief moment I thought about having the setting in school, but I feel like that's the simplest thing to do. And we all know by now, I don't do simple, I choose complicated and messy. Anyway, I know I'll probably get a few comments about why I'm doing this when I'm working on so many other things. But really, when I get an itch I gotta scratch it, ya feel me? This was going to be just a really long one-shot but I decided to split it up because I had most, but not all of it completed. So I hope y'all enjoy reading what I have so far.
It was just another night full of raucous laughter, flirting with guys that had no chance, and enjoying life to its fullest. And like almost every other night that month, the bartender's attention was immediately drawn to the door when it creaked open and the scent of lavender vanilla wafted in with the breeze. The blonde behind the bar licked her lips as mocha orbs sought out her own dazzling blue and rewarded her with a lopsided grin.
When the grinning brunette filled one of the last three unoccupied stools, the bartender sauntered over, speaking as she reached into the cooler for an icy cold glass, "I was wondering when you'd show your pretty face tonight."
The brunette ducked her head slightly and cleared her throat before meeting the woman's gaze across the bar, "By now I thought you'd have figured out my routine, Brittany."
A giggle passed her thin pink lips, "It's barely been a month, don't flatter yourself sweetheart."
"Ouch," the brunette feigned the expression, "that hurts, Britt, I thought we had something goin on. You're my favorite bartender after all and I thought I was your favorite customer."
Brittany flashed a bright grin that had the other woman biting on her lip, in anticipation for what the blonde would retaliate with. The two had been teasing one another since the moment Santana had found the bar. "I'm everyone's favorite, silly," she teased. Then those bright eyes slowly raked up and down the brunette, taking time to admire her darkly tanned skin, full cheeks and abundant cleavage. "But me? I don't have any favorites. You should know that, Santana."
The woman, named Santana, bit onto her lip harder, feeling her thighs clench at the way those three syllables rolled off that sinfully delicious looking tongue. Brittany has always had this bizarre effect on her. Santana knew she was a lesbian, that had been clear since her high school years, but never before had another woman set her body on fire with just one look. She forced her lips into a pout, enjoying the way Brittany's gaze was drawn to her full lips. "I thought I had wormed myself past that façade of yours Britt-Britt. Won't you ever let me in?" She asked, tilting her head back and sighing dramatically.
Of course, this drew the blonde's attention to the artfully sculpted slope of Santana's neck. The hollow of her throat just above the hint of clavicles, the strong muscles that helped turn that pretty face to and fro, delicate throat that bobbed with each swallow, and the sound of rushing blood just beneath the surface. Brittany felt herself go slack-jawed, though the rest of her body was tight, ready to pounce like the predator she was. The woman was drawn from her stupor when the other bartender hip-checked her. Two sets of blue eyes clashed momentarily, causing Brittany to duck away from the heavy gaze, with a hint of shame touching her pale cheeks.
"Oh," Santana sounded surprised, having turned her attention away from the ceiling and back to the bar, finding that Sam had joined them. "Hey, I didn't hear you come over. How are things?"
Sam smiled goofily at the lovely lady, saying, "Oh, not much has changed. Just the same old thing day in and day out," he said with a low chuckle, glancing at Brittany who gave the smallest of smirks back. Silly inside jokes. "But how have you been? I've noticed you're in a lot this week. Either the beer got better or someone's caught your eye," he teased with a wink, puffing up his chest proudly.
Santana rolled her eyes good naturedly, laughing from deep in her chest. "Trouty you know my thoughts on men."
He laughed too and shrugged, "Yeah well, if you were into men I'd know I'd have a chance, 'cause you've obviously got a thing for blondes."
Her laughter faded awkwardly, cheeks burning as her dark eyes flashed towards Brittany, who caught her eye in the mirror and smirked, showing she had heard their conversation though her back was positioned towards Santana and Sam. The Latina ducked her head with embarrassment and cleared her throat. She looked up when a glass was set on the bar where she was staring down at. "There ya go hun. Just drown out the embarrassment.. Want a shot?"
Santana looked up through her eye lashes to find Brittany standing there, radiant as ever and smirking at her. "You're awful, you know that right?" She grumbled, grabbing the glass and bringing the cold rim to her lips for a sip.
"So that means Fireball yes?" came the cheeky reply.
"Of course," Santana said with a sigh, taking a larger sip of her cider. She smacked her lips together a few times, adjusting to the mixture of sweet and bitter.
Brittany returned only a second later with the bottle of whiskey. "You're cute when you pout," she set down two shot glasses and deftly poured each until they were full, just under the rim to avoid spilling.
Santana rolled her eyes, sarcasm dripping from the word, "Thanks," as it passed her lips. She eyed the second shot and raised her eyebrow at it, then looked up at Brittany.
The blonde took it daintily between two fingers. "Drink it before I do and you get a free one."
"I love it when you play games with me. Bring it on!"
They grinned at one another, clinked the shots together, hit the bar once with them, and threw it back. Santana hissed as the warm liquid burned the back of her throat and placed the shot down upside down a moment before Brittany set hers down. "Yuck," she spluttered, "You forgot to chill it, Britt."
"There's that pout again!" She pointed out with a laugh. "Best two out of three?"
"Chilled please!" The Latina requested, drinking her cider.
"You got it!" Brittany turned, laughing softly as she grabbed the drink mixer, scooping some ice into it then adding enough Fireball for two shots. She capped the mixer and shook it, turning to flash a dazzling smile at the Latina as she poured the chilled shots into the glasses. "Here you are chica."
Santana rolled her eyes and pulled a shot towards her. "Shut up Pierce. Just get this over with so I can kick your ass again."
"Alright, alright," she laughed softly, and the two women went through the motions again. Only this time, Brittany's shot glass landed upside down on the bar several seconds before Santana's. With a huff the brunette set hers down, eyes narrowed. "Chilled is so much smoother, much easier to go down," Brittany teased with a wide grin.
Mocha orbs narrowed further into slits and the Latina growled, "Just pour the last shot."
"Yes Ma'am" the blonde growled right back. She couldn't contain her smirk as something akin to arousal flashed behind those dark eyes. Brittany kept holding that heated gaze as she grabbed the abandoned bottle of alcohol. She poured without looking and shook the mixer slowly. Santana couldn't break their intense stare, she was too enamored by the blonde's graceful movements and angelic face.
She barely registered that the shot glass had been refilled for the third time. Knocked into reality when cool fingertips brushed along the back of her hand and Brittany's voice floated across the bar, in a low timbre, asking, "You with me?"
Santana blinked away the sudden fog and leaned back slightly in her stool. Brittany's fingers stayed where they were, now tracing small circles into tan skin and creating goosebumps. "Yeah, I'm good," she said after clearing her throat.
Once again they lifted their shots. Brittany winked and they were off.
The first glass hit the lacquered wood and the victor threw her hands in the air, giving a holler and proclaiming, "I beat your ass fair and square. We didn't even need those last two!"
Brittany pouted softly at the beaming woman and scooped up the dirtied glassware. When she turned to face Santana again, she propped her elbow on the bar, inwardly snickering at the way dark eyes flickered towards her chest. "You're no fun when you boast." To which Santana laughed and waved her off. "And Jäger Bombs are my forte, you've learned that."
The Latina pulled a grossed out face. "You're lucky I like you, even Quinn can't get me to do Jäger Bombs when we go out."
Brittany smiled at this. She had learned that Quinn was the other woman's best friend since high school, when the short haired blonde had joined Santana for drinks the first time she'd come back. "Lucky me, indeed," she quipped. "But we'll save those for later, you look a little unsteady."
Santana scoffed and shook her head before taking a hearty gulp of her cider. "I can hold my alcohol. Keep an eye on my beer, Blondie, I've got to make a phone call," her eyes rolled, "Phone's been blowing up since I got here."
"And you waited, just to keep talking to me? I'm touched," she cooed, fluttering her eyelashes.
"Correction," Santana held up a finger while sliding off her stool, "I waited, so I could drink those shots first," and smirked as she stepped away.
"That hurts, San!" the blonde called out to her, even though she was smiling widely. There was a gentle tug on her arm and her head whipped to see Sam.
"C'mon, deal with the other customers already, I'm drowning here."
"Just a sec," she mumbled, bright eyes following Santana as she weaved her way through the crowd towards the entrance.
"You're getting stalker creepy Britt," he told her with a small hip bump.
"I am not," she snapped back, whipping around to face him. The two blondes stood toe to toe, their noses almost brushing and looked hard into the other's twinkling eyes. Brittany's narrowed into slits and she flared her nostrils in frustration, hissing through her teeth, "I am not stalking her, and you know it."
Sam stood his ground, though the fact that they were for once eye to eye unnerved him slightly. He usually had a four inch advantage, but Britt had worn heels to work today. "I wasn't saying that exactly," he explained lowly, "But watching her walk away like some love struck teenager isn't doing you any good." He didn't miss the way that his friend's face twisted into a disgusted grimace. "We've gotten past that phase a long time ago, or at least I thought we had."
"I haven't considered myself a teenager," her eyes darted around to check their surroundings before she continued in an extremely low voice, so that no one could overhear them, "in over two decades. And I am not acting like one now," she growled out through gritted teeth.
"Then prove it to me," he hissed back. "Control yourself and do your job. She's just another woman." He almost took back his words when hurt flashed behind her blue eyes. But Sam swallowed thickly and continued, "Serve the other customers, she's not the only one here. You need to get her out of your system sometime soon, you're too distracted."
Brittany turned away from him with a huff and stomped her way to the other side of the bar. Before she approached a middle aged man she schooled her features into a sweet smile and her typical cheerful disposition. Though what Sam said nagged at her as she took the man's order.
I'll be posting the next chapter shortly
