The moment she saw her there, she just knew they were going to hook up. It had been a friendly, stress-free break-up for the two of them, and the brunette was just now realizing it might not have been a complete break-up at all. Santana Lopez and Brittany Pierce had dated through all of high school, but thing started to get a little harder when both of them got into different colleges. Santana was always determined to become a lawyer. She was passionate for what justice could do to people's lives if done right, and that – to bring justice to the less fortunate – had been her mission for as long as she could remember. Creative, bubbly Brittany, on the other hand, was a natural dancer, and her parents saw that when she was very young, so – surprising no one – she got into Juilliard. The different lives the two were leading, as well as new friends and new people eventually lead to them breaking up.

But that was five years ago. Brittany was now sipping her mojito, sitting at the booth where all of her friends were, and thinking about the inevitability of what was bound to happen. She knew the brunette had seen her. She was leaning against the counter of the bar sporting a black leather jacket, some jeans and allstars, and having a pint, all while making a – the blonde could tell – inhumane effort to look aloof. Taking matters into her own already very tipsy hands Brittany gets up from her table, excuses herself from her friends and walks up to Santana. Running her hands over the other girl's thigh, she approaches her ear.

"Hello, stranger".

*four years earlier*

It wasn't like Quinn meant for it to happen, it's just that it was a really big wedding. She and Puck had decided to elope two years after finishing high school, because neither could see why wait any longer. Sure, the Brittana situation had seemed like a problem at first, but after talking to them separately, it became very clear to the bride that the former couple had easily fallen into the comfortable friendship they had before getting romantically involved.

So it didn't seem like much of a problem to Quinn when the beautiful bed and breakfast her parents owned in Santa Barbara didn't have enough rooms to put Brittany and Santana separately. All of their other friends had a plus one but them, and a bride who had chosen Rachel Berry as bridesmaid could only take so much stress.

Which brings us to this very awkward Friday afternoon. Both girls are unpacking, each in their twin bed and trying hard to make small talk, which is all the talk they've had since the break-up.

"So…" Brittany hesitantly starts, "any news?"

"Well, I've gotten an internship at the DA's office" Santana says, pride coating her voice "never been more productive. How about you?"

"Back-up dancer for a broadway play… Not much, but it's paid the bills." Brittany faces Santana while taking her dress out of her suitcase. "You know that wasn't what I meant, though".

"It wasn't?" Santana raises an eyebrow "Enlighten me, then".

"Well…" Brittany's now walking a little closer to the shorter girl "I meant to ask if you're seeing someone lately"

Santana looks profoundly puzzled "I'm not…"

Brittany decides to be a little more upfront about her intentions and takes her top off, revealing a bra that made it very clear to Santana that the blonde had planned that little stunt. "Since we're back to being friends, I figured we could still have sex… That was always a part of our friendship anyways".

Santana couldn't very well deny something like that. It had been a little while for her, and sex with the blonde had always been absolutely satisfying.

She walks towards the blonde, grabs her roughly by the back of her neck and kisses her. Brittany moves her hand, almost automatically, to the latina's ass. Santana is now biting on the blonde's lower lip, as she kneads her breasts slowly. Brittany moans and walks towards the bed behind her, bringing Santana along with her. The brunette wastes no time. She takes off Brittany's bra and sucks on her breasts until the blonde is rubbing her core against her thigh, begging for more. Santana moves down, smells the blonde's very wet center and teases her, licking her panties for a while before she takes them off. Just as she was about to get to where Brittany wanted her, she raises her head and finds the blonde's eyes:

"This never gets old, does it?"

*Present day*

After that moment – well, those moments – at Quinn's wedding, sex became something that went back on the table for them. No attachments, no stress, no love, just friends having fun, right? Well, maybe for Santana, but Brittany hasn't really managed to let go of the hope they might still get back together someday, so she's been holding on. She's kept herself single through all these years, only having occasional flings, which matched the times Santana had more serious girlfriends. Nine times, specifically, over the last four years, they had sex. Nine times Brittany fooled herself.

Which is precisely what she's doing now, as they are getting their clothes back on in the bathroom where they've just fingered each other.

"So", Santana says as she zips up her jeans, "wanna get a drink?"

The blonde looks surprised. "Sure, what's the occasion?"

"I've just won a big case, it's kind of a big deal for the firm. I don't really feel like spending the night with those self-absorbed assholes from the firm, so I figured we could go over to my place, to catch up."

Brittany offers her arm to the brunette. "Lead the way!"

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