A/N: Hi all this is just the first half of a two shot I've been working on about Santana and Brittany's first date and first time. WARNING: Contains G!P. Italics is a flashback.
After months, if not years, of flirting, sly glances across the lunchroom, fleeting touches in class and sexy dancing at parties, Santana Lopez finally worked up the courage to ask one Brittany S. Pierce out on a date. And much to her delight and endless relief, Brittany smiled shyly, blushed and said yes.
Brittany, the head Cheerleader of the school's team was definitely also the most popular girl to roam the hallways of McKinley. Every guy on the football team was in awe of her hot body, long blonde hair, beautiful face and innocently sexy personality. They each tried to woo her, and every single one of them failed. Until along came Santana. Santana was the Quarterback of the team and the most prettiest girl Brittany had ever seen. She may have been packing a little something special where her lady parts should've been, but that only made her more alluring and most certainly didn't take away from her feminine beauty. She was tanned, a little shorter than Brittany, had soft (at least she imagined them to be soft) pouty lips and silky dark hair. Brittany always felt her heart flutter around her and she had always hoped that Santana felt the same.
Santana could have had almost any girl at the school, and she definitely knew it. But she was always reluctant to date anyone because no matter what, Santana would wish that it was Brittany sitting across from her at Breadstix rather than Hannah or Brooke or any of the other clueless cheerleaders from the team. She just never had the confidence to ask her out. They had built a tentative friendship from the moment they spoke on the first day of 9th Grade but it had never developed into anything more than sitting together in class and chatting at lunch. Santana hung out with the football players, and Brittany with the cheerleaders. Except at parties where they would get tipsy and their worries about embarrassing themselves in front of the other by making a move would fly out of the window.
The music was pounding in Santana's ears as another girl from her class approached her with a smile on her face. Santana guessed that the girl, Mindy, thought she was walking sultrily but really she was practically falling on her face with every wobbly step she took. Santana knew what to expect, Mindy would walk up, ask if she wanted a drink, chat about how whether she was enjoying the party and see if she wanted to go somewhere quieter 'for a chat'. Santana knew that Mindy would be willing to put out for her because she had quite the reputation for being great in the sack. Although, for the life of her she had no idea how anyone would know how good she was at sex given that she was a virgin and had never gotten anything more than a handjob (thank you Courtney) but she guessed that some girls liked to boost their rep by claiming to have slept with the football team's Quarterback. Whatever. It never hurt to seem like a stud. Especially when she hoped that it made Brittany notice her in a way that was more than someone to confide about stupid guys. Stupid fucking guys.
She was thinking of ways to avoid awkwardly turning Mindy down (again) when she noticed the subject of her thoughts dancing in the middle of the temporary dance floor in the living room. Santana's eyes were drawn to her like a fly to a web. A very sexy and alluring web. Wait, why was she comparing Brittany to a web? Ugh…anyway, Brittany was stunning, and once Santana looked around at the other party go-ers she saw that she wasn't the only person captivated by her body's fluid movements. Every guy and many girls were gawking at her, but Brittany was totally oblivious to the stares. With a sudden urge to stop those perves (as if she was one to talk) from getting another good look at Brittany's gyrating hips, she put her drink down, practically shoved Mindy on her ass in her haste to get by her and walked straight up to Brittany. She never stopped to think about what she would actually do once she got there but she just wanted to be close to her. The alcohol pumping through her veins got rid of the nerves she usually felt in Brittany's company. As she got closer, Brittany opened her eyes and smiled the brightest smile she had ever seen. With her eyes sparkling, she grabbed Santana by the hand and twirled her around.
Brittany was delighted to see Santana approach her. She briefly wished that Santana didn't need alcohol to dance with her, but she didn't have time to dwell on it as she took her hand and twirled her. She pulled her close to her body.
"Hi Santana", she whispered in her ear. Wow Santana smelled so good.
"Hey B" Santana husked back. Ugh, her voice was so sexy.
Brittany took Santana's hands and placed them on her hips. She placed her thigh between Santana's and slowly grinded up against her. She didn't even care that people could see them and that she was crossing the shakily drawn line between their friendship and something more. They kept dancing for a while, the room getting hotter, sweat trickling down Brittany's back and her restraint wavering. She turned in Santana's arms and moved her ass against Santana's crotch.
Santana was getting hard and she couldn't do anything about it. Well, she tightened her hold on Brittany's hips and pulled her closer. Not helping. "Nnnggh" she moaned. How embarrassing. She knew that Brittany could feel her dick against her ass but she didn't seem to mind so Santana couldn't stop herself from enjoying the moment. Brittany turned back around to face her, her eyes were twinkling in the darkness of the room. Before anything else could happen, Brittany slipped from her now loosened grip. She blinked. What the hell?
"Brittany, we're leaving" It was Quinn Fabray. Queen of the fucking God Squad and Chastity Club. "Some of us need to remind you of your morals" she pretend whispered as she gave Santana a dirty look while dragging Brittany from the house.
Fuck Quinn Fabray.
As usual, neither of them mentioned their practical dry humping that took place between them at the party and things proceeded as normal. Until Santana decided that she couldn't pretend anymore and asked Brittany on a date. An honest to god date. And Brittany had delighted in saying yes.
Santana was as nervous as hell as she drove to Brittany's house. What was she doing? Brittany was definitely going to laugh in her face once she found out where they were going on their date. She was such a tool, maybe she should just turn around and go home before making a show of herself in front of the most beautiful girl she had ever known. Just as she thought of excuses she could give to Brittany, she saw that she was actually pulling up outside of said girl's house. Fuck you body, why don't you ever listen to brain?
"Fuck it, you can do this", she gave herself a pep talk in the car before walking up to Brittany's front door. She had only ever been here once before when she drove Brittany home from school. She had never made it inside the house because she panicked and drove off the minute Brittany got out of the passenger side and shut the door, leaving a confused and flustered blonde to stare longingly at the car as it broke the speed limit heading as far away from her house as possible. Or so it seemed. Santana really was a nervous mess sometimes. Although not many would know that about her given that she was usually charming and smooth around any of other girls at school. Brittany was definitely just special.
After ringing the doorbell, she waited impatiently for someone to answer. Not just anyone though, because she really hoped that she wouldn't have to meet Brittany's parents just yet. With that horrifying thought in mind, Santana was knocked out of her thoughts by the door opening. It wasn't either of Brittany's parents but instead it was Brittany herself looking absolutely stunning in tight skinny jeans, boots, a white tank top and a leather jacket.
"Wow Britt, you….you look so beautiful tonight…not that you don't look beautiful all the time because of course you do, it's just that tonight you look so…well, you know…" before she could continue mumbling and stuttering Brittany spoke and saved the day.
"San, I know what you meant and you look beautiful too", Brittany smiled while eyeing her outfit. White jeans, brown high heeled boots and a grey tshirt. Hardly anything special but the way Brittany was looking at her made her feel like she was on a catwalk or something. She felt sexy. Brittany was making her feel sexy. That had to be a good sign.
"Thank you", Santana smiled shyly "Anyway, Ms. Pierce, your chariot awaits," Santana continued while holding her arm for Brittany to link, which she did, and they made their way to Santana's beat up old truck.
Brittany chuckled and her stomach flipped. Santana was so cute.
She was really looking forward to their date.