I decided I needed a break from the angst of Howl and of the actual show. I seriously wanted to punch someone in the face over the way they ended things...But, I'm kind of over it now and I'm putting my faith in the powers that be. To state the obvious this is a new story. It's based pretty much where the finale left off and the summer that takes place. Everything is canon, hopefully I write the characters in the correct voices. It's meant to be a fluff piece filled with lots of sex and cute coupley moments.
If you're following Howl, I should have a new chapter up in the next couple of days. So no worries, I haven't shelved that story.
As always reviews and alerts are appreciated.
Also, it should be said that although this chapter is in second person point of view not all of the chapters will be. I'm going to write it the way I feel each chapter should be written. Also, as always my stories are always based on Brittana, but are Santana centric at heart.
Brittany's always had a thing for the summer. Admittedly, you have too. If you can get past the humidity and the ever present searing sun and focus only on the fact that Brittany barely wears any clothing during the two months of vacation you get it, you understand why everyone loves it so much.
It's been two weeks since school ended. Weeks spent with Brittany doing all of the things you use to before everything got so complicated. Before you fucked up and let your feelings pour out like some kind of non stop word vomit.
There's shopping, courtesy of your father. There's movie nights and pancake mornings, shared bubble baths and long car rides to nowhere.
Oh, and sex.
So much sex. So many places. Brittany even made the mistake of calling it "love making" earlier today and you forgot to bat an eye. Everything is different now. Which is scary. And exciting. Sometimes it's going so well that you want to give in to the familiar itch at the back of your brain and run into the waiting arms of Karofsky or Puckerman or some boy who'll make you normal again.
Whatever that means.
But you don't. You stay. You stay and you let her wrap her arms around you at night. Let her wake you up with two well placed fingers and a hot tongue pressed into your neck in the mornings.
And you call. Not only when she asks you too, but when you want. The only itch you've been giving into this summer is the one that says do right by her.
You're trying. You're making an effort.
It's the least you can do for what you put her through this past year.
No one knows about you yet. If they do (and you imagine a couple do) they haven't said anything. Which you're grateful for. You want to tell them.
Alright, that's a lie.
You want to tell some of them. Weezy for example. Maybe even Tina. And Quinn. If only to rub it into her face that you've found the kind of love she is literally breaking in two for.
But, you're not ready. (They understand.)
You know they do because last Thursday when Kurt and Mercedes walked into Brittany's room and found you pressed against her computer desk her teeth pulling at the skin of your neck in such a brutally delicious way that you were mid moan they pretended to not see anything.
You expected to be filled with that same old terror. To immediately begin hatching a plan to explain the situation. To make it less than it was. But, you surprised yourself when you had to bite back a full on laugh.
Which made Brittany laugh and release the death grip she had on your hand.
She expected you to run too.
And right now? You're in your bedroom getting ready for dinner at BreadstiX with Brittany. It's the fifth "date" this week and it's only Wednesday. You put on a tight blue dress and eyeliner. You curl the hair that hangs past your shoulders. You check your wallet twice because even though she'll fight you for the check you're hell bent on paying.
And when you're done primping and prodding you take one last look in the mirror and you smile. Which is another thing you've been doing a lot this past couple weeks.
Your phone vibrates. It's a text from Brittany stating that she's "as hungry as a velociraptor. i'm gonna chew one of my fingers off if you don't get here soon. and san? no fingers means no desert for you."
You grin and snap your phone shut. You take another look at yourself, make sure you're perfect for her. You grab your keys as you shoot out the front door, a hurried goodbye tossed over your shoulders to your parents.
The hot breeze of the summer night hits you and makes your insides all warm.
You could get use to this.