Santana had never had trouble meeting people. She had been the most popular girl in her high school. She had minions and manipulated all the boys. Her social life had always been healthily busy, but in college things had slowed down. Her relationships were always brief and loveless. She went out to all the hot clubs and danced with more guys than she could count but nothing ever stuck. She finally let her friend from high school, Puck, set her up on a blind date.
Santana was putting lotion on her legs and wondering why Puck wouldn't tell her the guy's name. He had just smiled and said that he wanted it to be a surprise. She was doing her makeup in the mirror of her dorm room's bathroom while humming along to the Whitney Houston song playing on her iPod. She finished putting mascara on her long lashes and checked her hair. She had put on her hottest heels and the skirt that made her legs look longer than a mile. Plus her breasts looked even bigger than usual tonight, but whatever that was a sign of Santana wasn't really in the mood to think about.
"Totally hot," she winked at her reflection and made for the door, hitting the switch on the way, grabbing her purse and turning off her music.
After a short bus ride to the south side of the city, Santana found herself in front of the apartment complex Puck had told her about. Building nine was right next to the entrance, which made no sense Santana thought, didn't numbering systems usually start at one? Santana cleared her mind and put on her most confident smile on as she knocked on number 912. The door swung open almost immediately. A tall blonde in basketball shorts and a unzipped hoodie over a wife beater answered with a bubbly smile.
"Hey," Santana said with a curious smile, "I'm looking for a guy? I don't know his name, sorry." The blonde gave Santana a cheeky smile.
"Actually, you're looking for me. I'm Brittany." She offered a hand to Santana, but Santana wasn't moving. She looked shocked out of her mind.
"Are you like, having a stroke or something? You look like you're in serious pain," Brittany ventured. Slowly Santana's mind began to work again. She had never dated a girl before, but this girl... this girl was beautiful. Santana let her eyes roam down and back up Brittany's body finding her smirking knowingly, and then she realized that she had left Brittany hanging on the whole handshake thing and made a move to right that immediately.
"Santana."
Brittany's hand was soft and the handshake was firm but she didn't crush her like some men felt the need to. She was lead inside a moderately sized apartment and was greeted by a giant German Shepherd.
"That's Fang. You know, like in Harry Potter!" Fang smiled up at Brittany.
"Gimme five Fang!" Sure enough Fang gave Brittany a high five.
"Aw, that's cute!" Santana laughed. She kind of hated animals but this one seemed as cute and harmless as its owner. Santana cold smell food coming from a kitchen nearby.
"He knows a bunch of other tricks, but he's kind of a showoff..." Brittany made a face at Fang and wandered off motioning for Santana to follow her.
"Do you want to watch Adventure Time with me while the pasta boils?" Santana nods and sits next to Brittany on the couch.
"Or we could watch Sweet Sixteen? I think the one with Tommy Hifswillige's daughter is on."
"Um, I think you mean Hillfigure. Hifswilliges are the people that helped the Nazis. And no we can watch this." After about five minutes of Brittany laughing hysterically at the show she turns to Santana who is busy staring at what looks like a very large and complicated bong.
"Do you smoke?" Brittany asks.
Santana had never smoked weed but looking at the giant bong she admits to herself that she's curious about what it's like.
"No, but I'd like to try," Santana replies with a sheepish grin.
Brittany pulls a wooden box off the table and gives it a couple of shakes for good measure.
"What's that?"
"A kief box," Brittany says, "It basically separates the parts if the bud with the most THC for you. It's awesome."
"Oh I see", Santana says even though she doesn't really. She watches as Brittany opens the box and fills the glass bowl on her bong with what looks like green powder. Santana watches carefully as Brittany fishes a white Bic lighter out her basketball shorts and burns the corner of the bowl, holding the bong upright with her other hand. She watches with rapt attention as white smoke swirls around in the long column of the bong and once it's full Brittany pulls off the bowl and in one impressive inhale she clears out all the smoke.
"Holy shit..." Santana mutters. That was ridiculous. That much smoke shouldn't be able to fit into one person's lungs she thinks. Brittany leans back into the couch and sets the bong on the table, a pensive look on her face. Then it comes. A never ending stream of smoke comes pouring out Brittany's mouth and nose. Santana can't decide if it's sexy or weird.
"You look like a dragon."
"I am a dragon," Brittany flaps her "wings" for good measure and giggles the cutest giggle Santana has heard in a long time and hands her the bong.
"You may not want to take that big of a hit though, I'm kind of a pothead," Brittany says with a shrug. Santana mimics Brittany's actions and her lungs fill with smoke, but before she can exhale she's thrown into a coughing fit.
"Holy fuck," Santana croaks between coughs as Brittany hands her a glass of water that seems to have appeared out of nowhere.
"Ah, now you're on my level," Brittany quips.
"That tastes like bubblegum," Santana muses, already feeling a tingling in her fingertips that has only a little to do with the gorgeous blonde sitting next to her.
"Bubblegum kush, courtesy of my good friend Q."
Santana hands the bong back and watches as Brittany blows smoke into Fang's giant ear. They pass the bong between them a couple of more times until Brittany looks up at Santana, her eyes bloodshot and says, "Cashed."
"I don't know what that means but OK."
"It means it's time to make pasta sauce!" Brittany moves into the kitchen and starts milling through the cabinets.
"So Santana," Santana likes the way Brittany says her name she thinks as she takes another gulp of water, "do you go to college here?" They lived in a large city dominated by a sprawling downtown campus.
"Yeah, I'm a junior getting a business degree," Santana answered.
"Cool."
"Do you go to school?"
"Nah, I tried that shit, but it wasn't my thing. I'm actually a dance instructor and choreographer," Brittany says from the kitchen.
"That's interesting. What kind of dancing do you do?"
"Mostly hip-hop but I dabble in pretty much everything now days. Hip-hop is definitely my passion though. We should go out sometime, I could show you some moves."
"Is that a challenge?"
"No, it's a promise," Brittany says with a laugh.
Santana was starting to feel comfortable. She liked Brittany, not only was she super hot but she could cook and dance. Santana looked around at the living room while Brittany continued to cook. There was a shelf full of what looked like cheerleading and dancing trophies and medals. It brought back a sudden unwanted flashback of Santana's high school cheerleading coach. There was a drum set in the corner.
"Do you play?" Santana called towards the kitchen. Brittany's head popped out from around the kitchen. She was wearing a goofy chef's hat and apron.
"Hell yeah! I'm in a metal band with my friends. We mostly play Black Sabbath and Ozzy Osbourne covers though." Santana grinned as she pictured Brittany playing drums to Crazy Train. Brittany brings her a plate of delicious looking pasta.
"Here you are."
"Mmmm. This is really good," Santana moans through a mouthful of alfredo. The weed had made Santana really hungry and she finished her food in what felt like seconds. Brittany clears the plates, and Santana scratches behind Fang's ear. Fang seems to have enjoyed that because the next second he's taking up the majority of the couch, his head in Santana's lap. Santana can't decide whether she wants to shove him off or cuddle him, but Brittany makes that decision for her.
"Ugh, Fang, get lost. You're not even supposed to be on the couch dude!" Fang hops up and runs to the corner of the room finding a mammoth bone and begins to chew furiously.
"Sorry about that. He's kinda a lady's man. He has very picky taste when it comes to women though. You must be his type, too." Brittany says sitting back down on the couch smoothly sliding a lean arm around Santana's shoulders.
"Does that mean I'm your type then?" Santana coos putting on her best flirty smile, moving closer into Brittany's side, and Santana can see Brittany smiling ear to ear at this.
"Totally," Brittany whispers and feels a hand splay gently on her thigh. Brittany's eyes are flickering between Santana's lips and eyes, so Santana takes the initiative.
"Do you want to kiss me?"
"Can I?" Brittany sounds a bit nervous. Santana just cocks an eyebrow and grabs Brittany by the strings of her hoodie and pulls her face near. Brittany leans in the rest of the way and closes her eyes. She finds soft full lips. The kiss is gentle and slow. Brittany feels Santana smile into her and a warm hand come to the back of her neck pulling her closer. Brittany's lips are slowly moving against Santana's. Santana gets a funny feeling in her stomach when Brittany opens her mouth and runs her tongue along Santana's bottom lip. Santana instinctively opens her mouth to let it in. Brittany can't help but moan when Santana uses her tongue to massage her own. It feels amazing and she thinks about telling her this but suddenly things are heating up and she decides otherwise. Their pace quickens and their breathing becomes labored as they continue kissing, sucking, and Santana even manages a couple of bites to Brittany's bottom lip. Brittany's sucking and biting on Santana's pressure point when Santana lets out a low guttural moan.
"That feels nice I take it?" Santana just growls in response and Brittany is about to push her back into the couch and ravish her when she hears the sound she had been dreading. A key in the lock.
"Mmmm. To be continued then?" Brittany murmurs tucking a lock of Santana's hair back in place. Santana gives her a quick peck in response. Brittany introduces her to her roommates who seem nice enough, although one keeps staring at her breasts.
"Brittany hasn't brought home a girl this hot in a long time!" one says.
"Shut up" Brittany looks embarrassed, but Santana just smiles. She takes Santana's hand and leads them back to what Santana assumes is her room. Brittany flops down on her large water bed and starts flipping through her iPod. Britney Spears' I'm A Slave 4 U comes on and Santana smiles. She's been doing that a lot today she realizes. Santana looks around Brittany's room, sees a fish tank with something strange attached. Brittany notices Santana looking at it.
"That's an automatic feeder. I used to forget to feed them."
Santana sees lots of stuffed animals and a skateboard propped up in the corner of the room. Santana had a boyfriend once who skateboarded, but he wasn't very good at it. Santana imagines Brittany is much better. Santana makes her way to the water bed where Brittany is laying down, her back to the headboard. Santana moves onto the bed, one knee on either side of Brittany, she likes the smile this puts on her face. Brittany's hands move up and down the backs of Santana's thighs. They look at each other for a second before Brittany leans up and plants a wet kiss on Santana. Santana moves her hands to either side of Brittany's face as she straddles her lap. Their kissing is quickly growing heated again. Brittany's a really good kisser, she seems to know just what to do to put stars behind Santana's eyes. Santana is showing off her own kissing talents when the hands that had been squeezing and massaging her ass move stealthily to the hem of her shirt. They break and stare into each other's eyes, forehead to forehead as Brittany's hands roam up under her shirt. She finds unbelievably soft skin there and runs her fingers slowly up and down Santana's sides, back, and stomach each in turn. Santana bites her lip and closes her eyes not really wanting to stop Brittany but preparing to do it anyways.
"Mmm," Santana hums into Brittany's ear, "as much as I like what's going on right now, I think we should get some fresh air or something. I'm burning up."
"Yeah OK," Brittany mumbles, and Santana immediately misses her hands when she removes them from under her shirt, "We can take Fang on a walk!" Fang is sleeping quietly on his dog bed when Brittany hops up and grabs his leash off her desk.
"Wake up lazy bones! You need some exercise." Fang pops up and before Santana knows it Brittany is giving her a tour of the complex. The summer air is warm and a bit humid. Brittany takes Santana's hand in her own as they walk. Santana can hear a couple arguing on a balcony somewhere, and there's a weird guy with a baseball bat who doesn't look like he plays baseball on the third floor of Brittany's building taking swings at something out of Santana's eyesight. Santana quickly remembers the razor blades she keeps in her hair and thinks Brittany could inflict a broken nose or two if she really felt like it. But anyways, she feels safe enough with her hand in Brittany's so they walk on.
"And that's the pool, and over there is the gym, and thiiiiis is my dealer's place!" They stop in front of building twelve and Brittany asks if Santana wants to go in. Santana is convinced after she's told the dealer is a girl and not some kind of thug. Brittany knocks and another blonde answers.
"Brittany! Good to see you!" the girl practically yells, "Come in, come in. And who's this sexy lady?" Q turns to Santana.
"Ugh calm down, Quinn. Santana's with me."
"Hmmm. Then you have done well young grasshopper." Quinn mock bows at Brittany as they walk towards the living room where a game of Mortal Kombat is on pause. They sit down on a giant leather couch and Brittany immediately challenges Quinn to a game of Mortal Kombat, Sub-Zero vs. Raiden. Fang is happily playing with Q's pit bull puppy in the corner. Brittany wins both rounds and fist pumps in celebration.
"Still got it!" They smoke more weed out of something Q calls a "vaporizer". By this point Brittany and Santana are both high as kites. Santana is toying with Brittany's hand and thinking about all the intricate parts that make it up and Brittany has her other arm around Santana's shoulder again. It feels nice. Santana nuzzles her face into the crook of Brittany's neck as her and Q talk about the upcoming reggae festival. Brittany's hand starts making lazy circles on Santana's shoulder.
"Hey you," Brittany turns to Santana, "You ready to head back?" Santana nods and they walk Fang back. The sun is setting and Santana feels peaceful. Brittany puts Fang inside and pulls Santana close.
"So... Have fun?" Brittany says smirking.
"Yeah, a lot actually. But do you think you could take me home?"
"Of course" Brittany grabs her keys and leads them to a pimped out BMW M3.
"Nice ride."
"Thanks, I've put way too much money into it though." Brittany opens the passenger side door for her and Santana smiles a big smile at Brittany.
"You're sweet."
"Anything for a gorgeous girl like you." The ride back to Santana's dorm is quiet for the most part, Santana sings along to the Beyonce on the radio, her hand on top of Brittany's on the shift knob. They roll up to the front of the dorm and Santana looks into Brittany's blue eyes.
"So, uh, would you like to come in?" Santana can't help the nervous giggle that comes out. Brittany just smiles and nods. They park in the parking garage across the street.
"My roommates are gone for the night," Santana mentions as they take the elevator to the eighth floor.
"Good," Brittany chuckles putting her hands around Santana's waist and putting a kiss on her neck from behind. Santana unlocks the door to her dorm room and pulls Brittany in by her hands.
Santana usually doesn't bring guys home on the first date, but this is different because A) Brittany is definitely not a guy and B) Santana really wants this. Brittany takes a minute to look around as Santana is moving a pile of textbooks off her full sized bed.
"You study a lot don't you?"
"Yeah, I'm trying to get into law school." Brittany usually doesn't like smart people, they make her feel dumb, but she imagines Santana in a business suit and suddenly doesn't care. Santana has moved back to where Brittany is standing by the door at this point and runs her fingertips up Brittany's arms. Brittany tries to think of something to say but her brain seems to have melted, besides she figures Santana didn't bring her up here to talk. Santana steps closer putting her arms around Brittany's neck. Brittany smiles goofily and squeezes Santana's hips. This time their kiss is passionate and steamy. Brittany loves the taste of Santana's lips, she can't get enough. Her lips are tingling slightly and she lets herself be led backwards toward Santana's bed. Brittany sits down on the edge of the bed and Santana kneels down in front of her.
Santana decides to take this part slow. She breaks the kiss. Brittany tries to pull her up onto the bed with her but she stays put.
"Nuh uh," Santana shakes her head and grabs Brittany's foot and starts to untie the laces on her brightly colored high-tops.
"Are you going to do kinky stuff to my feet? 'Cause I might be into that." Santana can't help but laugh at this.
"No, I'm just going to take my time and enjoy getting you naked," Santana says, taking notice of the callouses on Brittany's feet, from dancing she guesses. She moves her hands up Brittany's calves and then reaches for the hoodie, helping Brittany out of it. She can see the contours of her torso much better without it. She's got hips and damn if she didn't notice those breasts before. Santana can't help but touch, running her hand over the neckline of Brittany's wife beater. The shorts come next. The pile of clothes on the floor is growing. Next Santana moves in close and pulls the wife beater over Brittany's head. Whoa. Where did those abs come from? Santana runs both hands up and down them and Brittany leans back on her hands giving her better access. This is more than just abs, it's a full blown six pack Santana thinks.
"I use 'em to wash my clothes when my roommates are using the washing machine," Brittany jokes, noticing how amazed Santana seems.
She's got Brittany in her bra and boyshorts and damn if it doesn't look good on her. Santana takes a moment to take some mental pictures before leaning and placing an open mouth kiss on Brittany, which she seems to have been waiting on. They're back to making out furiously before Santana realizes what's happening. She reaches her hand from where it had been behind Brittany's neck to her back and deftly unhooks her bra and lifts the straps off and throws it behind her. She breaks and takes a peek. Brittany's breasts are a thing of wonder, not big or small, but perfect. Santana's work is almost done. She hooks her thumbs in Brittany's underwear and pulls it to the floor.
"Congratulations, I'm butt ass naked. And sadly you're still completely clothed. Is it my turn or do yo have more torture planned for me?" Brittany says and Santana notices her voice has lowered an octave.
"Oh, there's more torture," Santana purrs into Brittany's ear, "but I'll be quick about it." Santana stands in front of Brittany and reaches for the hem of her own shirt, taking it off and throwing it at Brittany's face, the skirt quickly following. Now standing in her thong and bra she walks over to the light switch turning it off, leaving just the the bedside lamp to light up the room. She walks back sultrily removing her underwear as she does so. Now that they're both completely undressed Santana stands in front of Brittany wracking her brain for ideas on how lesbians have sex, but suddenly Brittany holds up her finger to pause things. Her jaw has dropped and her eyes have glazed over.
"You OK Britt?" Santana shifts her weight from hip to hip as Brittany's eyes seem to be trying to be looking at every inch of Santana's body at once.
"C-Can I touch?" Brittany whimpers, eyes now firmly locked on Santana's breasts. Santana reaches down for Brittany's hands and guides them to the soft skin of her breasts and feels ten fingers stretch and contract, squeezing her slightly. This seems to have lit the fuse in Brittany's mind because the next moment Santana is being pulled roughly onto Brittany's lap. Santana shifts around to straddle her more comfortably.
"Got me where you want me then?" Santana asks finally settling onto Brittany's lap, her arms around her neck, Brittany's hands pulling her closer.
"Almost," Brittany mumbles leaning in for a kiss. Santana's not surprised, she knows how awesome she looks naked, but Brittany's brain seemed to have completely short circuited there for a moment. Santana makes a mental note to get that reaction out of Brittany as often as humanly possible. Shortly after Santana has stashed away that note though, her brain effectively shuts down for the evening as Brittany picks her up, looking deep into Santana's lust clouded eyes, and carries her, legs wrapped around her waist, around to the top of the bed and lays her down softly.
Brittany brings her body down on top of Santana's and they're hardly touching at all. Santana brings her hands up pulling Brittany closer, she needs this contact now. Brittany's kissing her hard now and her hands are running up from Santana's sides to knead and massage her breasts. Santana hooks a leg around the back of Brittany's thigh and pulls her up and into herself. She can feel her nipples harden under Brittany's fingertips and suddenly the mouth that had been sucking and biting a hickey onto her neck is licking a circle around the nipple on her left breast. The nails on Brittany's back dig in a shade deeper as she drags her hand down a taut stomach to cup Santana's core. She half kisses half licks a sloppy trail from Santana's right breast up to her collar bone to her neck and her jawline back to the place Santana wants her.
The kiss is frantic and Santana is having trouble focusing on breathing as Brittany's tongue starts to do something that reminds her of rolling her R's while speaking Spanish. Santana lets her roll her tongue one last time before she breaks the kiss with a sharp inhale. Brittany is smiling a devilish grin and Santana's breath is still coming out jagged. The hand that had been absentmindedly running up and down between Santana's folds and occasionally circling up to rub on her clit makes it's way down to her entrance. They lock eyes and Santana brings a hand to Brittany's cheek, runs it back, and tangles it in long blonde hair. Her eyes go wide and her back arches up slightly as Brittany enters her with two fingers. Brittany places another kiss on her lover's lips as she begins thrusting, making sure to really get her hips into it. Santana quickly matches her slow pace, bringing her hips up in time with Brittany's thrusts. A low moan escapes her mouth as she feels a thumb come up to circle her clit. The pressure inside her is building steadily, and there's a layer of sweat on both of their naked bodies as their pace quickens.
Santana is sure she's about to come undone already, but suddenly Brittany stops thrusting, removes her fingers, and sits up on Santana's stomach. The feel of Brittany's wetness on her stomach is enough to push Santana to cry or throw a fit until she fucks her properly, but then Brittany licks and sucks the two fingers that had previously been inside her and winks.
Before Santana can register what's happening the "OHHHH FUUUUUCK" comes tumbling out of her mouth. Brittany's head had dipped down between her legs in a fraction of a second and her lips had latched firmly around her clit sucking all she could into her mouth. Brittany's hands come down hard on her hips as Santana starts to buck like a wild mustang. She keeps on licking and sucking as Santana can do nothing but let out a long expletive riddled moan in Spanish. And oh no. The fingers are back, this time Brittany's found the spot that all her boyfriends have successfully overlooked. Her three fingers reach and curl, finding the spot that make Santana's eyes roll back in her head. One, two, three more thrusts and a flick of the tongue and Santana feels like she's floating two feet above her bed. She comes hard, her hand pressing Brittany's face about as far into her crotch as it could get, her heels digging into Brittany's shoulders. Brittany lets her ride it out, the thrust of her hips slowing and eventually stopping as she frees Brittany from her vice grip, but Brittany stays down. She tries to make a habit of cleaning up after herself. She licks from entrance to clit and back again and was about to lick again when a hand on her shoulder pulls her up roughly.
"Brittany, if you don't stop it I might go into a cunnilingus induced coma. C'mere," Santana says breathlessly pulling Brittany into her arms and snuggling close.
Brittany's face is all shiny and wet but Santana kisses her anyways and the taste is enough to get her aroused all over again. Santana rolls them over so she can have better access to Brittany's ridiculous body. She sits up and takes a moment to survey it before leaning down and beginning her assault. This is going to be a long night she thinks.
Brittany wakes up squished between a wall and a totally hot babe. After congratulating herself, it takes her only a second to remember that the girl is Santana. She's still asleep, peacefully tangled equally in Brittany and the sheets. Brittany carefully pulls herself free, after leaning over and putting a light kiss on her cheek. She starts to dress, and by the time she's sitting at the desk lacing her Air Jordan's back up Santana's awake pleading with her to come back to bed.
"But what about morning after sex?" Santana pouts, holding her arms out awaiting Brittany's return.
"Nice try," Brittany says with a laugh, "but I am fucking starving and eating pussy just isn't enough sadly." Santana frowns at this, but gets up anyways, still naked, and walks over to where Brittany is now standing, putting her arms around her neck. She likes how Brittany's hands come immediately around the small of her back, pulling her closer.
"You sure about that?" Santana purrs, her lips teasingly close to Brittany's.
"Uhhh," Brittany's brain seems to be malfunctioning again and Santana just grins wider.
"How about I make you a deal?" Brittany tries to lean in for a kiss but Santana darts quickly out of the way, "I'll take you to the taquerÃa for breakfast tacos if you come back to bed." Brittany nods furiously at this. Santana leads her by the hand back to the bed. Santana straddles Brittany's lap and quickly undresses her again. Soon enough she's got Brittany squirming around underneath her touch. Santana works up a furious pace and within a short few minutes she feels Brittany's walls clenching around her fingers. Brittany makes a face when she comes that Santana would like to frame and hang on her wall forever as a testament to how awesome in bed she is. Brittany looks like she's about to cry tears of joy. Santana gets up and gets dressed a satisfied woman.
As they're eating their breakfast tacos, with a Jarritos soda each, Santana notices it's a beautiful day. And it was a beautiful night. Hopefully the first of many to come.