TITLE: CLUBS AND DIAMONDS
PAIRING: BRITTANA
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING
RATING: T
It was a cool, summers day as two girls rolled over in their queen sized bed and met eachothers gaze. The girls would stare endlessly until one of them blinked, leaving the other victorious. A minute and half passed when finally the brunette gave in. "Aha! You blinked! San, you aren't ever good at this game!" The blonde giggled, ripping the blanket off her and rushing downstairs. Santana was left their lying in bed, stretching out her limbs until she was able to stand up and follow her best friend to the dining room. "Brittany, Santana, breakfast is ready!" Brittany's mother yelled, obvlivious to the fact the two girls were already waiting patiently at the table. "Wow, this is a first." Brittany's mother smiled, pouring each of the girls orange juice. Santana had been living with the Pierce's since she was 6 years old. Her parents had been in a horrific accident and the little Latina was left on her own. The Lopez's had been very good friends with the Pierce's, so Brittany and Santana were best friends from the beginning. The girls were both 16 and home schooled, not having very much knowledge about the outside world, because of their seclution from it. They lived in a large, spacious mansion which stretched out along wide acres of land across Ohio. Both girls had far more astronomic dreams, involving fame and New York City. If one didn't succeed, both would happily fail.
The girls would spend their day chasing butterflies in the garden and swimming in the lake just beyond a hill close by. When both girls turned 16, they had bought magazines and began spending their time indoors rather than outside like they used to. Both girls noticed the change in their own bodies and in eachothers, but they never spoke about it. One afternoon Brittany was outside, lying on the grass beside the lake. Santana was peering down from her window and couldn't seem to take her eyes off her friend. The blonde would sit up and rearrange her bikini top, then lye back down so gracefully. Brittany finally stood up, grabbing her towel and noticing a figure in the window. Santana snapped out of her hypnotic state when she noticed Brittany was waving towards her and smiling. Santana forced a smile and waved back before busying herself in folding her clean clothes.
Their interest in eachothers bodies didn't stop the girls from being themselves around eachother. They both had plenty in common and were always by each others side. Their mother noticed how inseperable the girls were and even bought them matching party dresses. Santana's was red and Brittany's was a bright yellow. The girls were so excited about their new dresses, they wore them straight away and ventured into the long grass just by the lake outside.
They carefully walked along rough rocks towards a small pond when Santana slipt suddenly. The fall wasn't great but the graze on her knee said otherwise. "San! Oh my gosh, be careful!" Brittany pulled out a tissue and began slowly dabbing the blood. Santana let out a quick thank you, trying not to vomit at the sight. She hated the sight of blood but the blonde seemed to find it fascinating. Brittany was trying her best to remove all the blood but still tyring not to hurt her friend. "We can get a band aid from my mom, c'mon." Brittany pulled Santana up, but the brunette contemplated going back their house so soon. "No Britt, let's keep going, I'll be careful I promise." Santana's puppy dog eyes caused Brittany to roll her own and follow the brunette deeper into the grass.
"Mom's going to kill me! There's a stain on my new dress!" Santana simply giggled, she had never seen her friend sound so serious and fearful. The brunette grabbed a handful of mud and threw it in Brittany's direction. The blonde screamed and stood there for a moment, wondering what had come over her friend. "You're a bitch!" Brittany's languaged shocked Santana and herself as she paused with a handful of mud between her fingers. "Oh my god! Brittany swore, Brittany swore!" Santana repeated, dodging the mud that flew passed her ear. "Shh! You're so annoying." Brittany giggled, flicking water into Santana's face. "Yeah, but you love me." The brunette scrunched her nose as the liquid ran down her face. Brittany smiled and took her friends hand, leading her back to their home. "Yeah only somedays, when you're lucky."
That evening after returning home both girls tried their best to avoid Brittany's mother. Their dresses covered in chunks of stinking mud, giving the scent of a dead carus in the air around them. They both bolted upstairs to the bathroom, quickly removing the dresses and throwing them in the shower. The mud spread across the glass walls and floor of the shower, slowly finding its way down the drain. The girls laughed, staring at eachother in their underwear. "You do realize we need to dry these before 7 tonight right?" Santana raised her eyebrows and held her hand firmly around her friends wrist. "I'll get the hair dryer!" Brittany giggled and ran to her mothers room, not realizing she was still in her underwear. The blonde girl quickly but carefully crept back to her and Santana's room where the brunette was rinsing the remaining mud down the drain. "Here!" Brittany handed her friend one of the hair dryers and they began hurridly trying to dry their new dresses. An hour passed and the girls had put down the dryers, laying down their dresses on the bedroom balcony to soak in the suns raise. "Girls!" Santana and Brittany looked at eachother up and down. They had spent that entire time in their underwear and didn't have any clothes around them, that were clean. Brittany quickly grabbed her friends hand pulling her onto the bed and covering their bodies. "Oh you're sleeping?" Mrs. Pierce stepped in with an eyebrow raised. "No we were just..." Mrs. Pierce interrupted her daughter and Brittany just sighed with relief. She didn't know what was going to come out of her mouth. "The guests are arriving in 2 hours and you have to dress appropriately. In fact, wear your new outfits, they're gorgeous." Mrs. Pierced winked and headed out of the room, leaving the two girls to giggle to themselves.
Guests flooded in and Brittany was the first downstairs waiting for Santana to finish applying her lipstick. "Wow." Brittany noticed the brunette strut downstairs with purpose, pouting her lips as she did so. "I love dressing up." "I can tell." The music started to blast in the living room and the girls were slowly bopping along to the melody. As soon as the girls got into the rhythm, the music had suddenly turned to a much more softer melody. The girls stared awkwardly at eachother. Santana scratched her head while she noticed Brittany reach for her hand. "May I have this dance?" The blonde asked, pouting her lips and raising her eyebrows. Santana giggled, accepting her friends hand. Brittany had her hand around the girls waist and lead her as they danced in between sweating adults. "You're really good Brit." Santana exclaimed, gripping her friends shoulder tighter. "You're not too bad yourself." The blonde smiled confidently.
Brittany and Santana grew closer after learning about sex, relationships and marriage from their home school teacher. They had experimented with eachother one evening while Brittany's mother was out a dinner dance. "We can just kiss, that'll be all." Santana whispered, holding her friends hands tightly. Brittany's blue eyes lit up and she grabbed her friends cheeks. The blonde's instincts kicked in as she moved closer, still gripping firmly on her friends cheeks, which were now causing the brunette's mouth to pout out like a fish. "Brit!" Santana mumbled, "Let go of my cheeks." Brittany let go and blushed. "I thought that's what people do when they want to kiss." Santana giggled and gently placed her hand on the blonde's rosy left cheek. "It's all about being gentle." Santana whispered, edging closer until she finally closed her eyes in sync with Brittany's. The girls felt their lips brush gently together and both pulled away in a hurry. "Um..." Santana's eyes never met the blonde's, she was too busy fidgeting with her fingers to tell her friend that she wanted to try again. Brittany had a faint smiled then realized they should get to bed before Mrs. Pierce was to return home.
"Girl's wake up, their's some guests I want you to meet." Mrs. Pierce pulled the silk sheet of the two sleeping girls and forced them downstairs. It was 11:30pm and both girls forced a smile as they entered the smoke filled room, noticing 3 men and 2 women huddled around the dinner table. "This is my daughter Brittany and her best friend Santana." The girls were greeted by old men, slurring their words and stumbling to the sofa's which sunk at their weight. Brittany could tell all her mother's guests were drunk but she didn't want to leave without grabbing Santana first. The brunette was being talked too by a woman who was inhaling a cigarette right infront of the girls face. Blowing the smoke back at her, causing Santana to cough, but pretend like she was fine. The woman finally left her seat and Brittany rushed over to sit beside her friend.
Something caught both girls attention. The way had been touching his wife in the corner of the room. Brittany's jaw dropped as she watched her father glide his hand up her mother's blouse, clutching on to her breasts. Santana seemed just as shocked but also aroused at the sight. After a moment of leering, Santana snapped back to reality and pulled Brittany up to their bedroom.
"He was good." Santana seemed out of breath as she spoke. "That was gross, I don't want to think about my parents in bed." Santana smiled largely at the blonde, who scrunched her nose. They sat in silence, thinking back on the sight of the Brittany's parents. Brittany eyed her friends thigh and within seconds began caressing the skin with her fingers. Santana looked down at the contact but didn't flinch. She simply blushed and pulled Brittany's hand up to her breast. "Santana!" Brittany squealed, giggling with her friend. "Sorry, I was just curious..." The brunette smirked and hopped into bed, with the blonde soon after her. They were lying in bed with their eyes shut, but neither of them were asleep. Santana rose her hand up, gently sliding it under Brittany's shirt and cupping her breast. The blonde's eyes opened immediately but she didn't flinch at the contact either. Brittany's breathing picked up as Santana experimented with what her hand was grasping. She began massaging it in a clockwise motion, leaving Brittany breahtless as she slipped her hand back out. "Was that any good?" Santana didn't expect her friends joyful response. "It felt really good, San." The blonde whispered back, rolling on her side and pressing her elbow against the bed to hold her head up. She looked down at the brunette who was staring back at her. "It felt good doing it." Santana whispered in reply when she suddenly saw Brittany lean down. They both instinctively closed their eyes like the first time and pressed their lips together. They tried their best to mirror Brittany's parents that were being intimate earlier downstairs. Santana's tongue found Brittany's lips and the girls began a steady rhythm with their mouths. Brittany's hand didn't leave her friends cheek, which was now flushing and Santana's hand was pressed against the blonde's right breast, slowing massaging it in circles. The girls kept this going for another half an hour, but soon enough they fell asleep in eachothers arms.
The following morning Brittany's mother had called the girls on schedule to have their breakfast at the table. Mr. Peirce was at work as usual and the girl's had planned on travelling into town to see a film.
"Brittany I got a call from your aunt this morning." Mrs. Pierce began as her daughter placed her fork down and listened intently to her mother. Santana continued chewing on her toast but payed attention to the blonde woman's words. "She told me she had gotten engaged." Mrs. Pierce continued, noticing her daughter's face light up. Brittany loved weddings. When she and Santana were young they always used to pretend to walk down the isle and wed. Both girls had dreams of marrying a handsome prince, but as they grew older, they cared less. "That's great!" Brittany squealed. "Not entirely. She's marrying a woman." Brittany's mother looked down at her plate and her tone became furious. "Girls can marry eachother, what's the problem?" Brittany's confused look fell upon Santana who realized that she shouldn't have spoken. "They should'nt be able to marry Santana. I love my sister but this isn't right. She can't let our parents down, they would disown her if they knew." Mrs. Peirce was basically exploding at the thought of her own flesh and blood being gay. "Girls marry men, girls kiss men. What she's been doing behind her whole family's back is completely innapropriate." "But it's love!" Santana yelled, not being able to hold her opinion back any longer. "Don't you dare yell at me young lady, you're a guest in this house. Now clean up and both of you get dressed." Mrs. Pierce slammed her napkin against the plate and walked towards the kitchen sink.
She knew Santana was more than a guest. The brunette had been living with them for so long she was like family, but Brittany didn't see her as a sister at all, more of a best friend.
"I'm not feeling too good." Brittany said firmly and stormed off upstairs, leaving Santana at the table. The blonde was lying in her bed all day, wishing her mother and Santana would return from their long day of shopping. Brittany closed her eyes as she squirmed on top of the silk gold sheets. She focused on Santana and the way her lips pouted. The way her hair would flow down half way down her back and sit there in perfect curls. Brittany began running her fingers around her breast, immitating Santana's movements. She then slid her fingers down her stomach towards the lining of her underwear, before opening her eyes suddenly. The blonde realized she only felt good when Santana touched her, and if the brunette wasn't there, Brittany had to do the job herself. "Mmm." Brittany moaned, closing her eyes again and pressing her fingers against her own folds. The sensation was surprising for the blonde as she continued rubbing her two fingers up and down. She then felt a small nub as she lowered her fingers further down the folds. Brittany starting rubbing against the nub in a circle motion, still picturing her friend against her. The blonde was so close to entering the small hole below her clit when the door opened.
"Brittany!" Santana yelled running into the room with force. Brittany had managed to pull her fingers out of her underwear before her friend barged in. "Hey San." The blonde replied, trying to look innocent. "What'd you do today?" Santana propped the bags down by the bed and leapt toward her friend. "I just...stayed in here all day." "What's up Britt? Why didn't you come into town today?" Santana edged closer to her friend while Brittany moved further away. "I just didn't want to, my mom was getting on my nerves." Brittany was now a full body length away from Santana, until the brunette crawled closer. "Well, I wish you came, I bought loads of clothes, for both of us." The brunette leaned down, attempting to kiss her friends lips. Brittany pulled away in a hurry. "San stop it! We can't do that!" The blonde leapt off the bed and crossed her arms. "Why the hell not, we've been doing it everyday?" Santana's brows furrowed as she knelt on the bed infront of the blonde. "We just can't anymore. It's not right." Brittany looked down at the floor as she spoke. "Is this because of what your mom said? Because she isn't right, everyone deserves to get married!" Santana's passionate opinion was making her friend smile. But the smile soon faded as she told Santana to leave and take the clothes with her. "Are you serious Britt? You're my best-" "Just get out!" Brittany yelled over her friend's breaking voice, causing Santana to freeze before storming out of the room. Brittany clutched her legs up towards her chin and sat in the middle of her bed, tears falling down her face for the rest of the night. Santana had sat outside her friends door, hoping that the blonde would imurge and apologize, but she never did.