TITLE: CLUBS AND DIAMONDS
PAIRING: BRITTANA
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING
RATING: T
One year later and Brittany and Santana's friendship wasn't any different to how they left it. It was 2 days until Brittany turned 17 and Mr and Mrs. Pierce were frantically cleaning their house and cooking, hardly paying attention to the girls. Santana had moved into a room just down the hall from Brittany's. It was smaller and smelt less vibrant and homey, but Santana dealt with it. Mrs. Pierce had asked her daughter why her and Santana were suddenly not sharing a room, or a bed. "We're growing up mom, it was just getting too crowded." Brittany's attitude had also changed, and her parents could tell.
"Brittany sweetie, help your mother with the groceries outside." Mr. Pierce was chopping up onions to add to a strong smelling dish he'd been cooking all morning. "This better not be more food for the party." Brittany grumbled, walking towards her mother who had a bag full of party supplies. "Oh my god mom, are you serious? Streamers and weird decorations! I'm not 5 anymore." Brittany grabbed the bag and threw the contents into the rubbish bin. Santana had felt the tension downstairs and slowly crept down. "Brittany S. Pierce, what on earth has gotten into you?" Mr. Pierce had stopped cutting up onions and held a strong posture towards his daughter. He was never the fatherly type. Always late home after working all day, never paying attention to his daughters needs. Brittany wondered why he cared so much about planning her birthday party perfectly. "I'm sorry, I just don't want you guys putting in so much effort, i'ts not fair." Brittany saw at the corner of her eye, her mother put her arm around the girls shoulder. "It's not only us, Santana has been helping too." The two adults placed their gaze towards the brunette whose body was covered half by a wall. Brittany had turned around, noticing her friend standing their in silence and eventually smiling. "I appreciate this, but no more decortaions okay." Brittany's voice seem to lose its anger and she embraced her mother. Mr. Pierce nodded and continued cooking until the next night.
Brittany's 17th birthday had finally come and the whole Pierce family was invited. Santana had bought a necklace with the letter B attacthed to the end of it. The letter was incrusted in diamonds and shun brightly in the dark. The brunette dressed herself in overalls as she knew she would be helping the Pierce's move tables from inside, to outside. She wondered when the perfect moment would be to give her best friend the gift, but wanted it to be in private.
"Hey Britt!" Santana ran after the blonde who was carrying a chair outside the house, forming a semi circle under a big tent. "Happy birthday." The brunette smiled, hoping to give the necklace at that moment. Brittany smiled and said thank you, before heading back inside. "Britt I-" The brunette stopped in mid sentence, realizing the blonde was rushing inside and couldn't hear her. Santana sighed, clutching the necklace in her palm and heading out towards her friends parents. The brunette was oblivious to her friends late night actions for the past year. Brittany had been touching herself at the thought of Santana, but remained quiet about it. The day was perfectly bright from the suns melting raise, and the clouds seemed distant. The night however brought heavy winds, which thankfully calmed down as guests begun to arrive.
Brittany was in her bedroom adding a dimonty clip to her blonde waves. She twirled in a circle allowing her yellow gown to flow free of her body for a few seconds. Just before exiting, the blonde smiled to herself and took a deep breath. As she slowly stepped downstairs, pausing at the humoungous crowd below her, she noticed Santana in the corner of the room, looking breathtaking. The brunette had on a new red dress which sat tight against her skin. Brittany's mouth dropped for a moment before her mother had grabbed a hold of her arm, dragging the blonde down stairs. Brittany was suddenly squeezed between smiling faces who were wishing her a happy birthday. She managed to find her way outside to gather her breath as the guests got stuck into the endless amounts of food and wine. Brittany noticed Santana sitting next to one of the blonde's cousins, forcing herself to seem interested in what the boy was saying. The blonde giggled at the sight, Santana was never interested in meeting new people. Brittany knew her friend too well, more than the brunette knew herself. And it was the same for Santana who could sense when Brittany was in her presense. The brunette still hadn't managed to find the perfect time to hand Brittany her necklace, so she kept it tightly in the palm of her hand. Brittany saw a familiar face pouring herself a glass of wine. It was the girls gay aunt who her mother had pretended not to know throughout the night. Brittany approached the woman with a big smile, embracing her tightly. "Aw Britt! I'm glad to know I'm love by atleast one member of this family!" The woman said laughing. "Aunt Tori. How did you know you were...you know." Brittany tried not to seem forceful. "Well, I took one look at Emma, you're future aunt, and thought wow. Then we hung out, became intimate and I knew as soon as soon as she touched my skin, that's what I wanted." Tori smiled, putting her hand around her neice. "Wow, that's really amazing." Brittany replied, staring over at Santana who was now looking bored out of her mind.
Hours passed and guests began leaving the home. Brittany took her time to thank all of them for coming, because she realized she had nothing better to do. Her and Santana hadn't spoken properly all night and the brunette realized it was now or never. When Brittany's parents had walked the final guest, Grandpa Pierce, to his car, Santana had caught a firm hold on Brittany's arm. She pulled the blonde upstairs to her room which was in complete darkness until Santana turned the lamp on. "What are you doing?" Brittany asked, trying not to sound like she actually wanted to speak to her friend.
"I just wanted to give you your present." Santana held out the necklace which did indeed shine very bright in the dimly lit room. Brittany's mouth dropped at the sight, knowing that Santana must have payed a fortune for the necklace. "Wow, um thanks!" Brittany reached for the necklace but Santana didn't let her take it.
"Turn around." The brunette whispered, and the blonde obeyed. Santana's hands were on either side of the necklace, carefully placing around the blonde's neck. When she clasped it together, she then ran her ringers down the back of her friend, leaving Brittany to close her eyes and imagine what could arise from just that touch. The girls hands soon left Brittany's back. The blonde turned around to face Santana, trying to hold back her tears.
"I better go to bed now, it's been a long day." The blonde hesitantly spoke, heading for the door. "Britt," Santana began, causing her friend to pause in her tracks. "Happy birthday." Santana's voice turned into a whisper, one that Brittany had desired for against her ear.
The blonde turned, charging at her friend with full force. Their lips crashed together as Brittany's hands explored her friends body. They had waited so long to feel eachothers warmth again and now they weren't going to let the moment slip away. Santana was running her hands through her friends blonde locks. Brittany had her hands running down the brunettes back. Their tongues were massaging eachothers, which felt like heaven for both girls. They each let out a small moan, causing Brittany to instinctively start thrusting her hips towards Santana. The brunette moaned again, only this time it was louder, more fierce. They had stopped kissing for only a moment when Santana's lips met Brittany's collarbone and neck. She trailed light kisses down the blonde's neck, licking and biting at the skin aswell. Brittany whimpered asking for more, so that's exactly what Santana gave her. The brunette glided her hand up Brittany's dress, soon feeling the thin fabric of her underwear. "Mmm San." Brittany moaned again, arching her back at the contact. The blonde's mouth was now against the brunette's collarbone, biting down as she could feel the effect of her friends fingers. Santana plunged her fingers deep within Brittany, and began a steady motion of pulling them in and out. She circled the tip of her finger around the small nub, causing the blonde to bite down on Brittany's shoulder. "Mmm." Santana moaned at the roughness but also tenderness the blonde gave her.
Suddenly they heard a gasp which neither of them let out. Santana's vision layed upon a figure which was standing frozen in the door way. The brunette slid her hand out of her friends underwear who also had opened her eyes. The girls stood there in silence, staring into the eyes of Mrs. Pierce. "Get out of my house Santana. Get out!" Mrs. Pierce yelled, slamming her fist against the wall beside her. "Mom please!" Brittany pleaded with her the woman, but her mother wouldn't hear a word. The girls were holding their hands tightly together until Mrs. Pierce took it upon herself to pack Santana's bags.
"You will leave right this moment. I don't care where you go, you are not welcome in this house." Santana cried at the womans words. Brittany also shed tears, watching her best friend walk out the front door. "Santana!" Brittany cried, but her mother held her back. Mr. Pierce had ordered Santana into a taxi. The brunette had no idea where to go but she knew what would happen if she had stayed. Mrs. Pierce would have kicked Brittany out aswell, she would've disowned her own daughter. Santana didn't want to seperate the family but she also didn't want to leave Brittany. The blonde stood at the door crying until she began breathing heavily than normal. Her hand clutched onto the necklace which hung delicately around her neck. She took one last look up as the taxi dissapeared into the night.