So I had this story in my mind for a long time and I felt I really had to write it. This is only a three shot that will not turn into more.
The first chapter is setup and back story so there isn't much Brittana.
Warnings! Santana is with Finn in the beginning of the story.
Things this fiction will not have: Straight sex, three ways, Brittana kissing other people.
Part 1
This was not the way Santana thought she would be achieving her dream. Here on this private jet-plane coasting towards Hawaii. The rest of her company was playing a noisy game of cards two seats behind her. One of them called the flight attendant over – a pretty, delicately built Indian-American woman – and ordered her to bring them another bottle of Vodka.
Santana counted six. That's how many bottles they'd drunk so far on their short ride to the Island.
The girl, always with a poised smile, told them she would be back with their request. On the way to the refrigerator, she stopped at the seat Santana was resting in and asked if she could get anything for Santana.
She shook her head and said, 'no thanks.' She would drink on the Island if the madness got too much.
Close to 3 p.m. the pilot announced that they were approaching the Island of Hawaii and that they would be landing.
'Could everybody please be seated and put on your safety belts.' Came over the speakers.
Santana followed the pilot's orders and turned around to see if any of the others had done so. They seemed oblivious to the pilot's advice and kept on playing. Santana turned to face the opposite direction not caring in the slightest for their safety with the exception of Finn Hudson, her soon to be husband.
Thankfully, the jet landed without complications. Santana got out of her seat and straightened her black skirt. Her daddy had once told her to dress the way she wanted people to address her. So even in this casual environment where the dress code was cut off t-shirts and jean shorts, she wore a knee length, shiny, black skirt and a white long sleeved button down; although, she had rolled up the sleeves in anticipation of the sea-side heat.
She was saying without words, "I am a respected politician." That was her dream and if she had to marry Finn Hudson to get a step closer, then so be it.
An open roofed Chevrolet awaited their company just outside the terminal. They got in, Finn insisting that Santana sit in front with the chauffeur while he sat with his friends in the back.
The drive took them up inclines and along flat near empty roads. During this time, Santana could hear Finn and his friends making cheap jokes about the natives of the Island and discussing all the things they would do during the holiday. Instead of continuing to listen, she turned her attention to the chauffeur, who had introduced himself earlier as Howard Bamboo.
"Hi, I'm Santana Lopez. How much further is it to the house?"
"Not far Ma'am. It's just around this cliff and a little further down. The Hudson estate is a shocker when seeing it for the first time."
"I'm already shocked by how beautiful everything is here. Even the weather is beautiful."
"It's not exactly tourist season so it's quieter around the Island, not that it's usually noisy in this area. The Hudson Bay is quite secluded and not many people will drive all the way out here for the beach. We have a lot of popular beaches but the one near the Hudson Estate is not one of them."
Santana took in all the information a little despondently. If Finn was going to ignore her like he usually did, then she'd be spending more time alone than she thought. She had hoped that she'd get to meet some interesting travelers or locals but it didn't seem like that would happen.
"Although, there might be some surfers," Howard Bamboo said on second thought. "The waves on Hudson Bay are great this time of year and sometimes the surfers like to come in groups to practice for competitions."
"Oh…" Santana said perking up slightly. The conversation ended as the Chevy began to descend a slope and for the first time Santana had a glimpse of Hudson Bay. It stretched nearly five miles and the waves crashed rather then rolled in. The high speed boulders of salt water hit the rock formations on the bay's edges and sent sprays up 20 feet into the air.
"And here we are, the Hudson Estate."
Hollering rang from the back seat but Santana remained still. She couldn't believe how big the estate really was; even the intricately designed, brass gate was gigantic. It opened for them automatically, and the jeep putted towards the well-kept flower-bed making up the round-about. The nearer they drove, the more the house looked like a palace.
"Welcome." Howard Bamboo parked the jeep along the front steps leading up to oak doors spread open.
Finn and Co. got out immediately and started claiming this room and that. Santana had no idea how many rooms there were but there must have been a lot if they could all claim one each. She got out of the car and found Finn waiting for her.
"Don't you want keep up with your friends?" Santana questioned.
"I don't want you to get lost," He grinned, "and I need to talk to you."
"Okay," It didn't sound good.
Finn didn't bring anything up on the way to their rooms. Santana didn't know if they'd be sleeping together or in separate rooms. But the latter appealed to her much more.
"And this is our room," Finn said and opened the door, stepping back for her to enter first. She sighed in dismay. There was nothing exciting about sharing a bed with her soon to be husband. They hadn't even slept together since they'd been dating. And that had been for three weeks now.
She walked around the bed and out onto the balcony overlooking the gardens. Further out, she could see the bay.
"Santana, uhhh…I was gonna say something but I forgot."
No doubt because you've been drinking, Santana wanted to say but said nothing.
"Well, we're all going down to the beach. Wanna come?"
Between staying in the giant house alone or walking the beach with Finn Hudson and his crowd, she chose the beach. At least there would be company and if she didn't find his bunch interesting then she'd just call her best friend.
"I'll go to the beach with you." Santana said.
"Great, uhhh we'll probably swim so you might want to change." He barely looked at her.
"Okay, let me just get my stuff."
Finn waited outside while Santana found a loose fitting tank-top to wear over her bikini. She dug around for a pair of black shorts to go with it.
When she was dressed she joined Finn and his friends at the top of the stairway leading down to the sand. Santana didn't know them at all and Finn was not helping to make her feel more comfortable in his group.
There were two guys who had both brought girlfriends along. One of the guys was in the air-force and the other was studying at Harvard. Finn's other friend was an actor and television host. His name was Sebastian Smyth. Santana had seen his show a few times and was quite impressed by his charisma; even without the spotlight he seemed to be the center of group.
The group moved down to the water, passing a picnic table and a few lawn chairs set up by Finn's helpers.
The guys wanted to throw around rugby so they took off their shirts and divided into two teams. The two girlfriends sat on the lawn chairs and joked that their boyfriends would beat Finn and Sebastian.
Santana sat one lawn chair away from the two girls and watched the boys begin to play. She didn't really know the reason why Finn had invited her on this trip.
They had been dating officially for three weeks meaning that they had gone on three dinner dates to fancy restaurants that ended with Finn driving Santana home and nothing else. They didn't kiss or hug. Both of them knew that it was all a setup and acted as such.
Finn's father was Vince Hudson the current Senator of Arizona. Lately, his popularity had decreased and with the elections coming up in the next year, it didn't seem like he would be reelected. It came as a surprise to everybody when Vince announced halfway through his term that he wouldn't be running again but that his son Finn Hudson would be taking up the torch.
That was a two years ago. It seemed according to the early polls, regardless of campaign strategy, the Hudson's were still a ways off from winning.
Two years ago, Santana had finished grad school at the age of twenty-two and had begun to work full-time for the Hudson's as a media specialist. While she was getting her masters in Political Science, she had been an intern.
Her dream was to one day be a senator but she knew how difficult it would be. Not only was she Hispanic but a woman.
She came from a good standing family that had a lot of money and could easily fund her if she wanted to run. However, her daddy, Md. Lopez Jr., didn't think she would ever have the chance. He told her that America was changing but that he wasn't going to invest in an impossible dream. Saying it was impossible was an overstatement, but Santana understood that maybe it just wasn't worth the effort. She still hoped that by the time she was ready to try, she would have a lot of experience which was why she was working for the Hudson's in the first place.
It was only a year ago that Vince Hudson, approached her daddy with a proposition she couldn't say no to. He came to the house one Friday afternoon and quite literally said he wanted to set me up with Finn to improve his ratings. He pointed out that 30 -35% of Arizona's population were Hispanic and that the percentage could increase. Her father saw it as an opportunity for Santana to run in higher circles that could help her achieve her dreams down the line so he said yes.
When Santana first heard about the plan, she was furious. She was very much a daddy's girl and had always done what he wanted her to do, except study to be a doctor. However, he still supported her studies in Political Science and Santana always felt grateful for that. After listening to her daddy explained how great it would be for her and how much he wanted her to see it as an opportunity, she begrudgingly agreed.
That weekend, she had her first intimate dinner with Finn which she left feeling very little spark. After their second date, Santana was sure that Finn disliked being setup with her just as much as she did. She knew they would have to work much harder to pull off the 'happy couple' look that would win him more points, which was probably what this trip was about.
Finn probably had orders from his campaign manager to step it up so that was why they were sharing a room and sharing a bed. Just thinking about it sent shivers up Santana's spine. The last thing she wanted to do was sleep with him. Not that Finn was bad looking or unattractive, but Santana had always found girls more attractive and after one night in bed with her roommate, she knew for sure that she never wanted to sleep with a man – ever.
But that was what she would certainly be asked to do. The more she thought about it the more she cringed.
Santana flipped through her recent calls and clicked Kitty Wilde. Kitty had been her friend since high-school and had taken a similar, albeit less direct path into politics. She was now acting media specialist for the Hudson's. Santana had made it one of the conditions when she signed the contract to be Finn's wife.
The phone rang seven times until it went to voicemail. Santana left a message for Kitty to call her back before hanging up. There wasn't much else to do but watch the boys hustle over an egg shaped ball.
All the enthusiasm for the game that she didn't have, the other two girls had in spades and buckets. Every little thing that their boyfriends did was rewarded with a cheer of encouragement.
The air-force guy and the collage guy got a touch-down. They pumped their fists and blew kisses to their girlfriends. Finn and Sebastian looked tired. They probably weren't winning.
"Hey man, what's wrong with your girlfriend? I'd bang some excitement into her tonight if I were you. Jessie and Erin are all over Anthony and Jared it's no wonder they're winning." Sebastian complained.
Santana cursed Sebastian under her breath for enforcing an idea that Finn may already have had.
"Yeah, uh…she just had that time of month so we haven't been doing it." Finn lied. He looked at Santana with a serious expression. In that moment, she regretted agreeing to the trip and to being his wife.
After that, Santana was a bit tenser whenever Sebastian had anything to say.
Twenty minutes later, the girls wanted to go swimming so the boys stopped playing rugby. Anthony and Jared picked their girls up and made a bee-line to the waves. Sebastian winked at Finn and said, "You better get your girl wet!" and followed the other four into the water.
Santana sat exactly where she was, clothes still intact when Finn jogged towards her.
"You're not throwing me in," she said with an air of finality.
"Yeah well, if I pick you up what are you going to do?" He grinned and cocked an eyebrow.
"I'll fight you."
"Maybe it's time we started fighting, at least we'll be doing something."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Santana looked at Finn crossly.
"Can we talk? I remember now what I wanted to say earlier."
All of Santana wanted to say no but she knew it was coming and there was no way to avoid it.
"Okay, but maybe we should walk down the beach."
Finn nodded and gave Santana a hand standing up. Santana realized it was a mistake because now he wouldn't let go.
"So, Santana we can't play anymore games." He began when they were out of ear shot from the others. She remained quiet.
"I don't like this and neither do you but we need to actually make an effort."
"Is this trip one of Perry's setups?" she asked.
"Yes and no. He told me I wasn't doing enough that we weren't ready to do events and stuff together because we don't look like a couple."
"So we can try harder," Santana shrugged. "I'll act more into you when we're in public."
"That's what I told Perry, but he said that wouldn't cut it. He says that if we don't become a real couple and fast, he's going to drop out and you know what will happen if we lose Perry."
"No, Finn we work this out we don't have to be a couple. We don't even like each other!"
Finn shook his head a sign that Santana wasn't having her way with this one.
"Look I brought you out here so we could do start working on becoming a couple. And one of those is to be intimate like this." He brought their joined hands up for her to see. "Holding hands, and kissing and having sex."
Santana visibly gulped at his last words. She pulled her hand away immediately.
"You can't force me to have sex with you."
"No, but I will wonder why not. You signed a contract and by doing that you're kind of required to be with me in every way a girlfriend and future wife should." He reminded her.
"Finn, it's not that I don't like you but I don't feel like…" Santana started but Finn shut her down.
"Santana, it's going to happen, tonight, whether you like it or not. Sebastian is even questioning our relationship! By the end of this, I'm going to convince them that this," he pointed a finger between them, "is real."
He stomped off leaving an equally furious Santana. She stomped in the opposite direction.
There was no way she was sleeping with Finn Hudson on their first night sharing a room. She had to come up with a plan to escape spending the night with him. She could use the same excuse Finn had used with Sebastian that she was on her period. It probably wouldn't work.
There really was no reason she could think of that would get her off the hook.
She was kicking the sand angrily when a group of young people came running down the beach. Santana stopped and watched them with interest. There were three guys and a girl all carrying surfboards. Santana had never seen one in real life. They looked bigger than she had imagined.
The four surfers continued towards the water, talking in excited voices. They didn't notice Santana standing just a hundred meters away.
After doing a little stretching they hit the water and began paddling into the deep where the waves loomed high and curled voluptuously.
Santana watched them approach the waves; she paid special attention to the girl. She had shoulder length blonde hair and wore a black bikini. The guys were sitting on their boards yelling at the girl 'Brittany' to catch the next wave.
Santana had no idea what would constitute a nice wave but she kept her eyes open in anticipation. When the moment was right, the girl stood on the board like it was solid ground and began riding to meet the wave. As her friends had said, it was a big one. The girl rode it expertly, cutting it in places and causing her friends to cheer loudly.
There was no way for Santana to tell if the girl's riding had been impressive but to Santana the girl's ability was incredible. The surfers continued for another twenty minutes before the girl told her friends she had to go. Santana was sorry to see her go.
Now that the girl was done surfing, Santana decided to head back. As exciting as the actual surfing was, Santana was more interested in the girl.
She got up off the sand and dusted her butt off.
Santana heard the girl running up the beach but she didn't know that she was running towards her until the very girl who caught her attention tapped her on the shoulder.
"Hey!" she said, startling Santana a little.
"Oh, uh hi," Santana blushed.
The girl was very close and very wet. She was having a hard time removing her eyes from the girl's sculptured abs.
"You're Brittany right? I'm Santana." She put her hand out and the girl shook it.
"Do I know you? I could have sworn I'd never seen you before."
"Oh, it's just I heard your friends calling a 'Brittany' and you were the only girl out there. Unless one of them is Brittany."
"No, no I'm Brittany."
"I figured as much."
The girl smiled at her so sweetly that Santana ducked her head to hide how flustered she was.
"You were pretty good out there." Santana managed to make eye contact again.
"I saw you watching so I put on a show." Brittany stuck out her tongue.
"Well it was the first time I've seen anybody surf so, it was awesome."
"Thanks Santana. So I just wanted to come over and say welcome and maybe I'll see you around."
"Yeah, sure Brittany. I don't know where to find you but you know where to find me! I'm staying there." Santana pointed to the estate on the cliff.
"A friend of the Hudson's huh?"
"You could say that." Santana didn't want to reveal that she was the soon to be wife of the Hudson running for senator.
"Well I don't know if they're good people or not, at least they don't make a fuss about us surfing around here."
"I thought it wasn't a private beach?"
"It's not officially, but no one else has houses around here so…"
"Don't worry about it. As long as I have a say, you and your friends won't be bothered."
"That's nice of you Santana. You must be really good friends with them."
"Oh, you don't want to know." Santana laughed.
"Maybe I do? We could get coffee sometime?"
Santana was taken aback by Brittany's forwardness. They hadn't known each other for more than ten minutes and she was already asking her out.
"Uhh, yeah that'd be nice." She said against her better judgment. Brittany seemed very friendly and she would probably have more fun hanging out with Brittany than Finn's crowd.
"Cool. We'll if you want to reach me, here's my work number." Brittany then proceeded to write the digits out in the sand. "I don't have a personal phone because I lose things easily or get them wet."
"So where do you work?" Santana said after she'd snapped a photo of Brittany's number.
"I work at a waxing shop and I don't mean for surfboards but for you know, your lady parts and legs and stuff. I'm there most of the day so you'll be able to reach me."
Santana was blushing all over again. She didn't even know surfboards needed waxing and then Brittany had to go talk about lady bits.
"Okay, well I'm staying here for a few days. If I don't see you here then I'll give you a call."
"Great!" Brittany beamed. "It was nice meeting you. I really gotta go but I look forward to seeing you again."
"Me too," Santana couldn't help but reply.
Brittany took a few steps backwards, smiling like she'd won the lottery then she turned around and jogged up the sand bank till she was out of sight.
As Santana walked back towards the Hudson Estate, she couldn't help but feel happy about the day even though it had started out shitty and almost ended that way. But then she'd met Brittany – the surfer girl with the incredible body and the beautiful smile.
By the time she got back to the others the sun had set and they were getting ready to head back to the house.
"Hey, where'd you go for so long?" Finn asked. Santana shrugged and said she'd just gone for a walk.
He knew Santana was still mad at him so he didn't push the matter further. They hardly said a word to each other until dinner.
Throughout dinner, Santana had become even more withdrawn. Finn tried to get her to participate but she made it clear that she wasn't interested. She was starting to worry about Finn's expectations of her that night.
But she also couldn't get Brittany out of her mind. Had the girl been flirting with her or just being really friendly? Strangers weren't usually that friendly with each other were they? Whatever Brittany's motive was, Santana couldn't help feeling good around her.
The evening winded down with the group moving to the game room. Santana stayed just long enough to be polite and then excused herself to go to bed saying that it'd been a long day.
She went through her night routine and got into her most non-sexy onesie. She wasn't actually feeling sleepy so she went on the balcony to feel the cool breeze. Her eyes turned towards the place where she'd met Brittany and she smiled just thinking about her. She wondered what Brittany was doing right now. Santana lit up her phone and checked if there were any missed calls.
Kitty never did call her back. With a sigh, Santana thumb hovered on the sleep button but on second thought she clicked on the photo album. The latest picture in camera roll was of Brittany's number ingrained in the sand. For some reason she couldn't imagine Brittany working in a waxing shop. But then again, the girl was great at making conversation and putting people at ease so maybe she was really good at her job.
Santana didn't know how long she had been staring at the photo but she was startled when someone came from behind and kissed her neck.
"Hey Santana, what were you looking at?" Finn hugged her from behind. It was not appreciated at all.
"A picture of the beach, nothing special," She shrugged and shifted out of his embrace.
"So about tonight…"
"I can't," Santana blurted, "because…I need to get waxed."
"Oh."
"Yeah, so it can't be tonight." Santana wanted to add 'or ever.'
"Well, okay. But you get that taken care of tomorrow."
Santana rolled her eyes at how pushy he was.
"Fine, I'll look for a place but if it's local and dirty and not up to par then you're just going to have to wait."
"I'm not waiting Santana. It's happening tomorrow whether you've cleaned up or not." He said hotly and marched back into the room.
Santana stayed out for a while longer. She resigned to the fact that she'd have to sleep with him at some point and it'd be better to get it over with.
At least tomorrow she would get to see Brittany again.
I promise from here on out will mostly be Brittana. I'll update soon.
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