AN: Hi everyone! Here's a new story for you. I'm not gonna say anything in this authors note to add to what has become an already long preface before this story even begins, but all I am going to say is read the authors note at the end to find out what's going on.
I hope you enjoy this first Inevitable one shot!
Summary- Brittany and Santana are best friends and college roommates, but they didn't go to high school together. One night when Santana's girlfriend is away, Santana gets horny and starts to masturbate while Brittany's out of the house. Brittany comes home early and unknowingly walks in on Santana's personal time. Whatever happens next- happens next. Read on to find out!
Things You Need To Know Before Reading: At the time this story begins both girls are dating other people and for the time being they are content with their respective relationships. Neither relationship is serious at this point. Their sexual orientations are the same as in canon and I think it should go without saying, but whether they are gay, straight or bi, neither girl is blind so they've obviously noticed that their best friend is attractive. Beyond that I'm not gonna say anything more.
KINKS- They are listed all the way at the end of this page so if you want to scroll to the bottom to find out, feel free. If you get triggered by ANYTHING, and I mean anything, scroll to the bottom to see if your personal trigger might be in this story. If it is, then I suggest you not read this update just to be cautious, but obviously the choice is yours. Even if you don't get triggered by anything and you just want to scroll to the bottom to see the list of kinks included in this chapter you can do that to. In my experiences, at least for me, it does tend to take away some of the surprise if you know what's going to happen ahead of time so that's why I decided to list them at the bottom on this page in case some people don't want to know at this point. So… with that said if you don't have a trigger and don't want to potentially be spoiled, continue reading from here.
Disclaimer: Glee- not remotely mine!
No Big Deal
Brittany is putting on her coat at the front door about to head out for awhile. "I'm going out," Brittany called to Santana after grabbing her keys.
After she'd said the wordsand grabbed the front door knob she realized how impersonal it was to just yell that without saying goodbye so she walked back to Santana's room to peak around the door frame.
"Hey," Brittany greeted, smiling at her friend who was sitting up in bed, looking hard at work with her computer in her lap. "I'm meeting with my study group at the coffee house. I'm not sure when I'll be back, but do you want me to bring you back a coffee or something?"
Santana desperately needed coffee at the moment. The paper she'd been trying to write for the past two hours was a real bitch and if what she'd managed to accomplish was any indication she had a long night ahead of her so Santana looked at Brittany and back at her watch, calculating the time Brittany's study groups normally lasted and decided yes, she needed the coffee no matter how long it took for Brittany to bring it back. "Sure, thanks Britt! This paper's kickin' my ass."
Brittany smiled knowingly and watched Santana get up, set her computer aside and reach into her purse. "Here," she said, handing Brittany some money.
Brittany looked at the twenty dollar bill in Santana's hand and then back up to Santana's eyes, questioningly. "Are you kidding me? It's just a coffee," she said, laughing.
"Yeah, but I appreciate it," she said, extending her hand further. "Take it."
"I think I can manage," Brittany said with a playfully smile and a friendly swat of Santana's hand. Santana always tried to give her too much money for things like this and Brittany always turned her down because to Brittany something like a cup of coffee wasn't a big deal.
"Besides I think you're gonna need the money," Brittany said, smirking and fingering through her phone to see all the new Facebook updates Santana had posted while she was supposed to be working on her paper. Brittany scanned quickly through everything and saw a picture of the two of them together at the zoo from two weeks ago. Aww, Brittany thought, smiling. She guessed now that she'd seen that picture it had been time well spent because that picture was really cute. She'd have to save it. "You're gonna need that money for when you have to pay someone on short notice to do your psychology paper for you. You should really stop procrastinating," Brittany said with a cute ornery smile that could have been classified as a smirk on someone else, but on Brittany it was just plain cute.
Santana stood there silently stunned. Never underestimate Brittany Pierces powers of observation, she thought with a scoff. "That's not funny," Santana said, looking slightly hurt, but not really.
"It's a little funny," Brittany said, turning happily towards the door. "Now get to work. I'll see you later."
Yes, maam, Santana thought after watching Brittany leave. Santana shook her head and laughed at that thought before pocketing the money and sitting back on the bed with her computer. "Black! No cream, no sugar," she yelled the one final thought.
Brittany chuckled at Santana's announcement. Brittany had known Santana's coffee orders for some time now. She didn't need Santana to tell her. Santana liked her coffee black when she was doing school work at night and needed to stay awake and in the morning when she was still waking up she tended to like things a little sweeter so she went with one sugar and just a dash of cream. "I got it." Brittany smiled before exiting, closing the door and locking up behind her.
XXXXXXXXXX Two Hours Later
"Fuck," Santana sighed, looking at her computer screen and what she'd managed to accomplish. There wasn't much, unfortunately.
I need a distraction, she thought, rubbing her eyes in frustration. Kate, she thought, thinking of her girlfriend and the ways she could distract her. Ohhh, the ways she could distract her, she thought, sighing at some of the memories. Unfortunately, Kate had been gone for almost a week now which meant she hadn't gotten laid since the Friday before Kate left. She was feeling tense and not just from the looming deadline for her psychology paper. She'd gotten used to sex on the regular over the last two months and going over a week without it right now seemed more difficult than it should have been. Her body needed a release. I'll call Kate, maybe a little phone sex will help.
She hit send on her girlfriend's number and waited for her to pick up. The phone rang and rang and then went to voicemail. Frustrated further, Santana listened to the voicemail message she'd heard many times before and just decide to leave a generic response. Her girlfriend wouldn't be of any help to her right now. "Hey, it's me. Just wanted to see how things were. Call me when you get a chance," and then she hung up the phone with a dramatic press of the end button.
Damn it, Santana thought, tossing her phone down and looking around her room for anything that could serve as a distraction. Unfortunately, her room didn't seem very entertaining at the moment. She looked at the TV, but she didn't feel like watching it, besides, there's probably nothing on anyway, she thought. She'd already update her Facebook page and most of her other friends had unfortunately gone home for the break so they weren't around to hang out. There was nothing for her to do except wait for Brittany to come home. At least when Brittany got back she wouldn't be alone and wouldn't have this feeling like she needed to work on her paper because she had nothing better to do. Brittany always kept her entertained; the girl was just easy to be around. Santana was constantly grateful that she had her best friend near by. It was the smartest decision she'd ever made when she decided to move in with Brittany after freshman year.
Santana sighed one last time after putting thoughts of her friend aside. She needed to just work on her paper no matter how much she didn't want to. She looked back at her screen, saw where she'd left off and her eyes just naturally trailed lower to see all the different pages she had open in her browser.
Hmm, she thought, thinking of something that could give her the much needed break as well as release some of her tension.
She was just getting ready to open a site to watch some porn when she saw a row of pictures on her dresser. There was a picture of Kate from their first date, but that wasn't the picture that drew Santana's attention. Next to the picture of Kate were four pictures of her and Brittany. One in particular caught her eye. It was a picture of her and Brittany on a beach in Mexico from last year's spring break. Damn, Brittany has a rockin' body, Santana thought looking at the picture of Brittany in her skimpy triangle bikini. There was no shame in noting the obvious Santana thought, Brittany did have a killer body, anyone could see that.
Without thinking about anything further or about what she was going to do she carefully moved her computer to the ground and untied the drawstring on her yoga pants. Santana didn't glance back to the picture and she refused to think about the image that had prompted her to move her left hand down her stomach and dip under the fabric of her pants and into her thong.
She was already a little wet, she noticed. Probably just thinking about phone sex with Kate, she told herself, feeling the wetness and moving her fingers around to moisten her clit.
Santana sighed at the first touch, her paper already completely forgotten. She circled her clit a few times feeling the first gentle pulses of pleasure start to relax her. It wouldn't be long she thought, knowing she was pretty pent up. She just closed her eyes and relaxed into her pillows, setting an easy rhythm.
Santana didn't rush because she knew she would come really fast if she did. She just gently fingered her clit, switching between up and down strokes that kept her clit nice and wet and small circles that started to build her to an eventual orgasm.
Once or twice Santana caught herself starting to glance to her dresser and to the picture that started this all, but she stopped herself. She couldn't let herself go there; not to thoughts of Brittany. After she caught herself she had to really focus and work her fingers double time to get herself back on track because thinking about not looking at the picture had taken her focus away from the pleasure she was starting to feel. Thinking too much during sex normally didn't get her anywhere so she focused back on what she was doing with her fingers and about how good it felt and soon she was starting to build again.
Over the next couple minutes Santana didn't think about the picture again and soon her thigh muscles started to contract and she gently started to rock her hips into her own hand, bringing herself closer. In the back of her mind, in the middle of one such thrust she thought she heard something, but when she froze and opened her eyes she saw and heard nothing. After a few more seconds of intense focus on any possible sound that could be coming from inside the house she still heard nothing so she relaxed again and resumed pleasuring herself. It felt so good and she was so close, she thought closing her eyes and moving her fingers faster through her wetness.
At that moment, Brittany had just quietly walked through the front door, her bag slung over her shoulder, her keys in one hand and Santana's extra large coffee in the other. She quickly dropped her keys on the table, threw her bag on the couch and walked back to Santana's bedroom with a smile on her face. She was glad to be home, she hated study group.
Brittany rounded the corner and froze when she saw the scene in front of her in Santana's room. Her best friend was lying on her bed, her eyes pinch tightly shut with her hand moving quickly inside her pants. In that second Brittany thought she looked so sexy which shocked her further. Santana was the picture of a woman who was searching for a release that was just beyond her reach and she was clearly feeling everything very intensely right now based on her expression.
"Holy shit," Brittany audibly sighed, wide eyed, not able to avert her eyes away from the erotic image in front of her. She'd never really taken the time to think of Santana in those terms, but seeing her now she didn't think she'd ever seen anything sexier.
Santana froze immediately at the sound coming from the doorway and quickly yanked her hand out of her pants and rolled towards the opposite wall like she could shield herself from the embarrassment.
"Jesus, Britt," Santana said, trying to frantically adjust herself like she hadn't just been caught doing what she'd actually been caught doing. She didn't think she'd ever been as embarrassed as what she was feeling right now. Her face was burning, she was getting that nervous panic sweat and she couldn't even look in Brittany's direction because of how embarrassed she was. Why didn't I lock the door? Santana thought, scolding herself and yanking at her clothes to adjust herself to hopefully look more presentable.
"I didn't think you'd be home so early. I-I ah… um, did you get me my um, my coffee?" Santana asked, hoping she could direct the conversation away from what she'd been doing as she continued to nervously fidget with her clothes to straighten them while she stood on the opposite side of the bed as far away from Brittany as possible.
She quickly wiped her hand on her pants hoping it was without Brittany's attention being drawn to it and turned in both directions like she was watching a ping pong match to try and locate her computer. If Santana had managed any form of conscious thought or focus on anything other than trying to cover up what she'd been caught doing she would have noticed Brittany wasn't seeing a whole lot of anything right now because she just stood there completely gobsmacked.
Santana decided not to grab her computer once she saw it on the floor because she felt the need to just get out of her room and away from the scene of the crime. So for the first time she actually quickly glance in Brittany's direction, just long enough to see her coffee, snatch it out of Brittany's hand and breeze by her to head for the kitchen and hopefully a better way of avoiding the elephant in the room.
"I'm hungry, uh…" Santana thought, fidgeting and then reaching to open a cabinet. "What do you want for dinner? How bout tacos? I think we have some ground beef," Santana said, still feeling frantic as she rummaged through the cabinets, banging pots and pans together in an attempt to find the right one which she'd never had any trouble locating before today. God, she wanted to just crawl into a hole and die right now.
Brittany had finally regained her wits about her (well, sort of) after another few seconds and managed to move her feet in the direction of all the noise coming from the kitchen. She was still a little shocked at what she'd seen moments ago, but as she walked towards the kitchen and the more she thought about it, the less shocked she really was. I mean, it's not a big deal, everyone does it, she told herself as she watched Santana nervously moving around the kitchen. Brittany knew she herself did it whenever the mood struck her which was normally at least a couple times a week. It really wasn't a big deal and Santana shouldn't be embarrassed. Besides, she looked really hot when she was doing it. Thinking about Santana's expression, Brittany now felt really bad for interrupting because Santana looked like she was really close.
Brittany watched Santana continue to move around the kitchen with her back to her and without a thought she just blurted out what was in her head. "I'm really sorry for interrupting. If you want to go finish I can get dinner started."
Santana froze immediately and drop the pan she was holding against the stoves metal grates, causing a loud awkward bang to vibrate around the kitchen and for Brittany to cringe seeing Santana's reaction. Probably not the best thing to say I guess, Brittany thought. She really just wanted to make Santana feel less uncomfortable. "San, it's not a big deal, really," Brittany said, seeing Santana's posture stiffen further.
"I mean it," Brittany said, walking up behind Santana and rubbing her arms in an attempt to sooth her. "I do it all the time. In fact I was actually thinking about doing it myself."
"Brittany," Santana whined, covering her face with her hands, feeling mortified. "You really aren't helping me right now."
"I'm sorry," Brittany said sadly, briefly kneading Santana's tense shoulders. She really did want to make Santana feel better about this.
She thought for a moment about what she could do while Santana stood facing the stove and again the words just flew out of her mouth when the thought came to mind. "You could walk in on me doing it if it would make you feel better."
Stunned, Santana pleaded and said Brittany's name hoping it would stop her from saying anything further because this was now so far beyond embarrassing. If someone could actually die from embarrassment she felt like she was pretty close.
Santana eventually turned around anticipating just asking Brittany to drop it, but after seeing Brittany's honest expression she balked and took a step back so that her butt was pressed against the knobs on the stove. "I don't think-"
"No, really," Brittany interrupted, thinking this was the perfect plan. "If you see me then we'll be tied- like you know, like we're on the same page."
"Brittany," Santana paused, knowing this wasn't a good idea, but non-the-less she couldn't deny her interest was peaked. "I-I…"
"Okay, listen," Brittany said, knowing Santana was reluctant. "It's a natural bodily function to feel the need to get yourself off. It's no big deal," Brittany pronounced, emphatically. "So I'm going to go to my room to do just that and if you would like to come see me than you are more than welcome."
And with that, Santana watched Brittany easily walk away.
As Brittany approached her door Santana saw her glance back towards her with that cute expression she always had on her face when she was being genuine. That expression was kind of driving Santana crazy right now, especially because she realized that was just Brittany's normal expression. Damn it! She's always so fricken cute and sweet about things and then suddenly Santana remembered the picture of Brittany in her bikini that started this whole mess.
Fuck, Santana thought, shaking her head. She's not only cute and sweet, but her body's sexy as hell. Now she really wanted to go into Brittany's room which she knew wasn't a good idea. Things could definitely get weird if she did that which she didn't want to happen. She relied on Brittany for so much and if this ended up hurting their friendship she didn't know what she would do. But… she couldn't lie to herself and say that she didn't want to see what Brittany looked like mid-orgasm.
Fuck, Santana thought again, rubbing her face roughly to get the idea out of her head and turning back to the stove to start dinner. She adjusted the pan to sit over the front burner and then open the refrigerator to get out the meat. When she shut the door she was facing towards the hallway and Brittany's bedroom. The idea of what was going on in there right now was not helping with Santana's conviction to stay away from that room. In fact she found herself taking a step towards it.
No, you can't, she told herself, although the pulse vibrating between her legs from earlier was telling her otherwise. Just go and take a peak, that's all you have to do, the other side of her subconscious told her. A battle was going on between the rational side of her brain and reckless side of her brain. Lately, she'd gotten pretty use to using the rational side, but the reckless side that use to rule her actions was still there no matter how hard she tried to bury it. Santana wasn't naive. She knew the primary reason for such a major life change- it was Brittany. Around that time was the time she'd met her best friend. Brittany made her a better person which got her thinking even further. If Brittany thought this was no big deal, maybe it wasn't. At least if they didn't want it to be a big deal it didn't have to be.
That was all the incentive Santana needed to drop the pack of ground beef on the counter and start walking towards Brittany's bedroom.
She stopped about a dozen or so feet away from Brittany's doorway to wipe her sweaty hands on her pants. Why was she nervous? It's no big deal, she thought again, the lie spilling easily from her mind.
Fuck it, she told herself closing the remaining distance in a few steps to turn into Brittany's room
Oh, shit, Santana internally said after seeing Brittany pantless, lying on top of her sheets with her hand stuffed down her underwear. She audibly swallowed and took a deep breath drawing Brittany's attention.
"Hey," Brittany said, noticing Santana standing motionless in the doorway.
Santana thought the greeting sounded almost like normal which Brittany knew wasn't the case. When Brittany realized Santana was standing there and noticed the expression on Santana's face her body reacted like it had moments ago in Santana's room when she saw Santana touching herself. The expression turned her on even more and the wetness she felt between her legs suddenly grew thicker and her clit throbbed with the sudden intensifying feeling.
Santana was astounded by Brittany perceived ease. This felt like one of the most difficult things Santana had ever done, but the sight in front of her was probably one of the sexiest sights as well and right now that was overpowering her unease.
Brittany was lying in bed with her long legs spread open to give her hand room to work and she had this content smile gracing her face. Santana felt light headed and suddenly it didn't feel like her legs had the strength to support her body. She needed to sit down. Looking around the room and already knowing there was no place to sit she took a hesitant step towards the bed. Brittany saw this and stilled the hand that was inside her panties and reached her other hand out for Santana to take.
Santana hesitated for a second seeing Brittany's outstretched hand, but after a small stuttered step she took Brittany's hand and laid down on her back next to Brittany to stare up at the ceiling.
The silence consumed the room for a moment and Santana could feel her hand starting to sweat tucked inside Brittany's palm.
"It's okay," Brittany encouraged, sensing Santana's discomfort. "I think I want you to see me."
This shocked Santana and she was more than a little terrified by Brittany's statement. It was one thing to not be a big deal, but it felt like another entirely to actually want this, although without verbally admitting it like Brittany had Santana wanted this too.
"Okay," Santana responded, tentatively rolling onto her side to face Brittany. It was a slightly awkward move as the bed frame squeaked while she tried to support herself with that hand that had previously been holding Brittany's. She finally adjusted onto her elbow and for some reason she couldn't stop herself from taking Brittany's hand again with her non-supportive one. The contact drew her eyes down to their interlocked hands and then up to Brittany's face. When their eyes meet, suddenly Santana was overcome with some emotion that she wasn't completely familiar with and she couldn't look away.
Unbeknownst to Santana, Brittany was suddenly feeling the same thing, but she wasn't deluded enough to not know what it was even though she really didn't want to give it enough thought to actually label it.
Needing to not think, Brittany asked, "Can I keep going?"
Santana could only stupidly nod.
When Brittany's hand started to move again Santana couldn't look away from the outline of long fingers moving inside Brittany's underwear and she certainly couldn't stop her body from become more aroused by the second. She knew she'd already soaked through her thong earlier and she was probably soaking into her pants right now, but she didn't care, in fact seeing Brittany's bare legs made her want to take off her own pants as well so that's exactly what she did. She really wasn't thinking clearly right now.
Brittany saw Santana abruptly move off the bed and for a second she was afraid she'd gone too far and Santana was going to leave, but when she saw Santana bend down to pull her pants lower and then off she got even more excited and suddenly extremely nervous. This was starting to go past leveling the playing field and helping Santana not be embarrassed about being caught masturbating. This was getting to the point that it almost felt like cheating. And it was 'almost cheating' with her best friend. Someone who she'd grown to care about a lot and knew she couldn't lose. Santana was too important to her.
"Santana," Brittany breathed out weakly, drawing Santana's attention to the point that Santana almost trip out of her left pant leg. Brittany was about to say that maybe they should stop, but when Santana turned to her all flushed face and sexy eyed she stopped what she was about to say and Santana announced, climbing back on the bed, "keep going."
Brittany then couldn't help herself. She felt her stomach and butt muscles tighten which caused a new throb of pleasure to intensify between her legs. Once Santana was back lying down comfortably, Brittany slowly started to flutter her finger against her clit.
"What's it feel like?" Santana asked, starting to get into this and feeling the effects of the excitement between her own legs.
Brittany shifted on the pillow, opened her eyes and stared longingly at Santana. Once their eyes met she for some reason reached lower to her entrance and swooped her finger in slightly and then moved back up to her clit to flick it over and over more quickly. She whimpered at the intensity of the pleasure she was feeling when combining the touch of her own fingers with the look in Santana's eyes. Brittany felt like she was getting drunk off it and she couldn't for the life of her come up with the right words for how she felt about it.
Santana thankfully saw Brittany's struggle. She knew words were tough for Brittany at times so she let it go and asked with more courage than she thought she possessed, "Is it okay if I touch myself too?"
Brittany was still feeling a bit tongue tied and Santana's question was doing nothing to help with that so she just nodded and watched Santana plant her left foot flat on the bed, spreading her legs open and moving her hand across her hip and under the silky material of her panties.
"Oh, God," Santana moaned, her head rolling back. "I'm so wet right now," she said fingering her clit with short, quick strokes. "I don't think I've ever been this wet before."
"Me neither," Brittany confirmed, quickening her own pace and watching Santana's left hand move at a rapid pace under her sexy black lingerie.
For the next couple minutes the only sounds heard were the sounds of the occasional wet fingers moving and the increasingly heavy breathing coming from the both of them.
"Tell me when you're close," Santana said, trailing up at the end of the sentence making it sound more like a question.
"Okay," Brittany panted, tightening the circles her fingers were making. "Are you close?" she asked back, brow furrowed with tension.
"Mhmm," Santana hummed, adjusting her focus to look up to Brittany's face because for the last few minutes all she could see were Brittany's hand moving and the wet spot on Brittany's light blue panties getting bigger. It was so hot to watch, Santana could barely stand it. She no longer wanted to keep touching herself, she now wanted to touch Brittany and for Brittany to touch her back, but she knew that couldn't happen even though she felt the yearning in her arm actually pulling her in Brittany's direction.
"I'm close too," Brittany said, looking up and locking her blue eyes with Santana's brown.
With their eyes locked Santana almost said, I want to touch you, but she somehow kept those words in at the last second. There was just something about looking into Brittany's eyes like this that just made her want to be honest, but she didn't speak, she just enjoyed the look of ecstasy that was painted across Brittany's face and kept her own fingers moving, hitting all of her most sensitive spots and picturing they were Brittany's.
Brittany thought Santana had been the sexiest thing she'd ever seen before when she caught her in her room, but she was wrong. Seeing Santana this close up and this lost in pleasure was a new high on her sexiest list. The way Santana scrunched her brow and the cute crinkle of her nose, not to mention the flush the blood running beneath her skin was causing. Wow, Brittany thought, realizing how close to the edge she actually was. A few more strokes in just the right spot and she would come.
While Brittany was thinking that Santana thrust her hips forward and pushed her middle finger inside herself, causing her whole body to shake. The tremor running up her spine caused her body to roll forward and her breast to make contact with Brittany's arm. The contact was unexpected and Brittany had just up flicked on the most sensitive spot on her clit and the combination of both actions caused Brittany's entire body to contract, her hips to rise up off the bed and her orgasm to push through her.
Santana watched in awe as Brittany fell apart and the sight alone was enough to bring on one of the most powerful orgasms Santana had ever felt.
They both shook with the intensity of their orgasms and neither could keep their eyes open like they wanted to and actually see the other through their orgasm. A brief thought entered Santana's mind as she was coming down that they would have to do this again so she could watch Brittany all the way through, but that was a thought that was too difficult to process when she was still feeling so much pleasure.
After the moment passed, they both just laid there and enjoyed the feelings of such an intense orgasm. Neither woman wanted to deal with the fact that this experience had changed the both of them. They just laid there long after the last aftershocks shook their bodies trying not to think about what this could potentially do to their friendship. Neither wanted to voice their insecurities and neither spoke up about the feelings this experience had stirred up.
Brittany was surprisingly the first to move, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed while Santana watched. "You hungry?" She asked, knowing she needed to avoid talking about how she felt. Santana didn't deal with feelings very well and Brittany was afraid that if she spoke up about what was going on in her head that she would spook Santana and Santana would start pulling away. Brittany couldn't deal with that so she supposed avoidance was best.
Santana was silent for a long enough time after Brittany initially moved that Brittany eventually turned around to look at Santana to see what was up. The eye contact they shared shook Santana out of her stupor and she stuttered, "U-um, yeah. I guess I'll go start the taco meat," she said moving off the bed to reach for her pants.
After Santana had dress again, she looked back at Brittany who was still sitting on the edge of the bed staring at the wall. "You okay?"
"Oh," Brittany said with a slight shake of her head that if Santana really thought about it would indicate that Brittany really wasn't okay. "Yeah, I'm good. You go on out. I'll be out in a minute to cut the vegetables."
"Okay," Santana said, starting to walk to the door feeling utterly torn. She knew Brittany wasn't okay and if she was totally honest with herself she wasn't really feeling completely stable at the moment either. But there was something else. Something that felt more right than anything had ever felt before. So thinking once again with the reckless, but hopeful side of her brain she stopped and turned back to Brittany. "Hey, Britt," Santana hesitated giving Brittany a chance to actually turn and look at her. "I have a good feeling about what happened. We're gonna be okay."
Brittany smiled that genuine smile Santana loved so much. If Santana actually believed that enough to say it out loud then it must be true, Brittany thought. "We are," Brittany affirmed. "I'll be out in a minute. I know you don't like to cook without a sous chef."
"What can I say, I need you Britt," Santana said honestly.
And with those words Brittany smiled again, this time even bigger. Things might not have turned out how she planned and been no big deal, but maybe things could turn out even better.
The End
AN: Okay, so this is the first one shot I'm going to post under this story title of Inevitable. Every update for this story is most likely going to be a one shot that will have some type of smut. (Varying levels off course. But know that no matter what the kink is I will always post a listing of all the kinks as a warning. I don't want anyone to get triggered.) Some stories might be canon (past or present), some AU, and some prompts or Kink Meme fills. (There is an appalling lack of Brittana fills last time I checked) Anyway, feel free to prompt me with ideas- I can't promise I will fill your prompt, but I will let you know yay or nay and why if I decide not to. I can already tell you I will never write a student/ teacher fill so don't ask. As a teacher and a dad, they are not my cup of tea. I'm sure there are other kinks that I won't write about, but I'm trying to keep an open mind. For instance Girl!Peen, I'm still on the fence about that, but we'll see. Anyway, I think that about covers things, but oh yeah, I'm not sure how often I'm going to update this, it could be once a week, could be once a month, could be more or less than that, it just depends when I get motivated and have time- the main thing is have time. That's actually part of the reason I decided to do this series of one shots because it doesn't seem to come with the pressure to update all the time like multi-chapter stories do. If you've read my other stuff you can understand why I feel the need to point that out.
Anyway, thanks for reading and feel free to join in the fun by giving me a prompt or just telling me you liked or hated this story idea/ update.
Take Care!
Drew
KINKS- Masturbation, mutual masturbation, possible infidelity
