A/N- Quick note… Brittana won't actually meet each other(like face to face until a few chapters in)…I've got like 15-17 chapters planned for this, hopefully I can get the pacing right. Smut/phone-sex won't happen EVERY CHAPTER lol. I do have this labelled as Romance/Drama after all. Anyways, if you guys do like what you're reading, please review! It'll help me on whether I should continue writing this fic. Xx
"Brittany, I need you to help me in the kitchen." The blonde was sat on the sofa watching TV and made no movement, despite her mother's words. Jade was now coming down the stairs and Brittany instantly turned to look at her. "Do you ever do anything around the house, mum always has to ask me."
Jade shrugged her shoulders and sat on the other couch. "Some of us actually work sis, you really are a lazy bitch." Brittany scoffed at her sister's remark and reluctantly got up to help her mum in the kitchen. Twenty minutes later, she re-appeared back into the living room and snatched the control out of Jade's hand.
"Oi, don't you dare change the channel, I'm watching that." She stated in a stern voice.
"You know full well that my favourite show is about to start, why don't you go and talk to your boyfriend or something?" Brittany countered. Jade rolled her eyes at her sister's child-like attitude and decided against saying anything further.
"I still don't get why mum and dad didn't let you go to New York, sitting at home isn't gonna get you anywhere in life." Jade said after a moment's silence. Personally, she hated how her younger sister wasn't doing anything about her dreams. Dreams of going to college and becoming a dancer was all Brittany would ever talk about to her and yet when their parents said she couldn't go, she didn't even argue with their decision.
"Don't bother playing the sisterly act, you don't even care about my life." Brittany responded with a touch of anger, her eyes fixated on the TV.
"Really…?" Jade sat up and placed herself next to Brittany. She grabbed the remote and switched off the device. "Erm, what are you doing?" The younger blonde asked in confusion.
"I know that you took up smoking over the summer Britt…" Brittany widened her eyes in horror and for a second feared the worst. Would Jade tell their parents? "I…I quit, not a big deal." Brittany lied, hoping to god that her sister wouldn't question the matter any further.
"Don't lie to me sis, I know everything there is to know about you. I know me and you might not have the best of relationships, but seeing you like this hurts me Britt…" Jade took Brittany's hand in hers and sighed. "Smoking is not the answer to your problems, it's a bleedin' cancer stick…" She exasperated, looking disbelievingly at the younger blonde.
Brittany retracted her hand away and jumped off the sofa. "No, you don't know everything about me…No one knows the real me, not you, not mum, not anybody." She exclaimed and swiftly left the room, leaving her sister to ponder what exactly she had meant by that.
…X…
Brittany lay on her bed, headphones attached to her ears. It had been four days, four fucking days and still she hadn't heard from Santana. Truthfully, she did not know what to think. I mean, it wasn't as if Santana said she'd call again. It wasn't as if they were friends, it was a one off call; nothing more. But something in the back of her mind yearned for the stranger with the sexy, husky voice.
Brittany had spent the last three nights religiously on that 'site', hoping that she'd find ''All Eyes On This Latina''. And tonight was no exception. She logged onto her laptop and instantly checked to see if she had any messages. Yes she did, six to be exact. A few girls wanted to get to know her more and one even asked for her number. Not going down that road again, Brittany thought.
After replying to a few of the messages, Brittany signed on to Facebook. Ignoring the notifications, she clicked on her inbox to find a message from Quinn. A few months ago, she was graduating and had the luxury of the whole glee club around her. They were her best friends. But now, the only form of contact she had with them was through the internet. It sucked.
Quinn Beth Fabray 19:56
Subject: Guess who's coming to visit you?
Hey Britt, guess what? I'm coming down New York for two weeks. Beth misses her dad and so do I. I actually don't like New York, well I do…but it doesn't feel right to me. You and Puck are stuck in Lima, I should be with you both. Anyways, my plan was to just bring Rachel along but then Kurt caught wind of our trip and…let's just say he'd do ANYTHING to see Blaine again. Lol. I miss you, can't wait for our reunion, it's been way too long! Xxx
Brittany Pierce 23:20
The more the merrier, I can't even begin to tell you just how much I miss you guys. If only we all failed our senior year, then we would still be together lol. Give me a call, whenever you're free. X
…X…
Dragging herself out of bed, Brittany pulled out the pack of cigarettes hidden under a pile of clothes in her drawer. She lit one up and went towards the window. About a few minutes later, she heard her phone vibrating and without checking to see the caller, she answered. "Give me a second, I'm just doing something."
Leaving the caller on the line, Brittany took another couple of drags and flicked the cigarette butt out the window. "Hey sorry about that…" She spoke and settled back on to the bed.
"Well hello stranger…"
Brittany felt a tingling sensation and hated how her body instantly reacted to the voice. She closed her eyes for a split second and finally managed to move her mouth. "Oh, hey…I thought you forgot about me." She responded with a slight chuckle.
"I thought I told you not to think about me too much." The reply made Brittany blush, this girl sure was full of herself.
"I never…I just, well you know…" Brittany sighed, not knowing why her confidence went out of the window all of a sudden. She quickly checked her phone screen and frowned when she saw that the stranger was again calling her with no number.
"You're adorable, bet you thought about me all the time." Brittany scoffed, which only resulted in a whole-hearted laugh from her mystery caller. Yep, even that laugh caused butterflies in the pits of Brittany's stomach.
"If you say so Santana…anyways how you been?" She asked, slipping underneath the duvet.
"Busy…a friend of mine turned 23 and we ended up partying for two whole days." Santana replied. So that's why she never called me, Brittany mentally pondered.
"Nice, did you have fun?"
"Mmmm…" Santana hummed. "The birthday girl got more than she bargained for, lets just say my present to her was one that she would not be forgetting for a looong time."
Brittany didn't have to ask what Santana had meant by that. Though she barely knew the girl, it was easy to see that she was someone who liked to offer her services to everyone and everything. "That good huh?" She retorted sarcastically.
Santana chuckled. "Oh you bet, I should get paid for the incredible sex people get to have with me…"
Brittany faltered, suddenly she was desperate to change the topic. "So do you live with family?"
Santana didn't like questions about her family. Not that she had anything against the person asking them, she just felt that her personal life didn't need to be invaded. "No, I moved out when I was 16...but can we like not talk about that?"
Brittany noticed the girl's sudden change of tone, a tone mixed with a bit of hurt and anger. "Uh, yeah sure…" She mumbled, hoping that she hadn't opened any unwanted scars for her.
"So describe yourself to me, I wanna know if you're as hot as you sound…" Santana sweetly asked, going back to her usual sexy tone.
"Well…I'm about 5 foot 8, blonde hair, blue eyes…that's it really." Brittany giggled, not really knowing what else she could describe about herself.
"That's it…?" Santana shrieked. "Damn, you must have the guys and girls queuing up for you."
"No, not at all…" Brittany croaked. "I haven't had a relationship in over six months now." She added, not quite knowing why that piece of information had to leave her mouth.
"S-so how about you?"
"I'm sexy, gorgeous, have a body to die for and I'm really really good in bed." Santana husked. The little sound of appreciation from Brittany not going amiss from her ears. "What's the matter, getting all flustered are we, Brittany?" Santana teased, grinning at the effect she had on the girl.
"Don't flatter yourself…" Brittany deadpanned, silently pleading with her body to stop reacting. "Maybe I could release some of that tension for you?" Santana offered in a very seductive tone.
"Uh…W-what, no, yes, no…" Brittany stuttered. She could've sworn the area between her thighs was already dripping with hot juicy liquid. She was about to tell Santana she had to go when… "The things I'd do to your pussy if I was there right now."
Brittany gulped. Please stop, oh my god, stop. "Santana, I have to-"
"Take off your knickers…"
"This isn't right…" Brittany groaned, her body desperate to grant Santana her needs. She closed her eyes, her hand moving back and forth on whether to actually take off her under garment.
"Let me hear you moan, let me make you cum…" Santana whispered, her fingers already rubbing at her centre. Brittany's breathing had now become unbelievably erratic. She wanted this, so fucking badly.
"Okay…okay…" Brittany breathed and settled her phone down on the bed for a second. She lifted her hips off the bed and discarded her underwear.
"Did you do it baby?" Santana cooed, every ounce of her body in anticipation of a mind-blowing orgasm.
"Hmmm, yeah…" Brittany hummed. Santana licked her lips and closed her eyes. On the other side of the phone, Brittany too also had her eyes closed.
"Now…I want your finger to rub your clit and I want you to imagine that it's my tongue." Brittany answered with a 'Mmmm', giving Santana permission to continue speaking.
"Imagine that I'm in-between your thighs, that my tongue is slowly…ever so slowly licking you up and down."
"Ah yeahh…don't stop." Brittany moaned, her fingers already wet to the core. She slowly paced up and down her flesh, just like Santana was telling her to.
"Do you want me to lick you faster?" Santana asked breathlessly. Her two fingers were viciously rubbing against her pink flesh and the way Brittany moaned and panted was driving her senseless.
"Yes, just fuck me…fuck me." Brittany repeated. She could feel her orgasm building up and she was desperate for release.
"Keep moving your fingers…imagine me sucking on your clit…if I was there right now, I'd tell you to sit on my face until every ounce of your orgasm entered my mouth…I'd make sure you squirted all over it…" Santana breathed rapidly, her sensations going into over drive.
"Shit, shit…sex with you must be the best, I want you so fucking bad…" Brittany couldn't stop herself as words just flew from her mouth.
"Yeah…we could fuck for as long you want baby…bet your mouth wants to ride my pussy right now…"
"Like crazy, I want every part of you…oh I'm gonna cum soon." Brittany panted, she was close, oh so very close.
"Mmmm, mmmm…cum for me baby, tell me that you want me…"
"I want you…I want you…I want you…" Brittany repeated again and again…and again. The moans coming from either side caused both girls to rub even harder and finally, they managed to hit their orgasm and cum with an oozing satisfaction. "Fuck, that was…"
"San-sational…" Santana finished for the blonde, the little change to the word causing Brittany to genuinely laugh. ".So…I want the real thing now." The blonde confessed as she waited for her heart to jump back to its correct position. Right now, she needed more than just a cold shower. Maybe a two hour long really cold bath would suffice.
"Oooh someone's excited…" Santana joked. "The real thing could happen, or maybe not." The brunette chuckled.
"Fine by me…guess some other woman will have the pleasure of being my first." Brittany played along, her confidence back in tact.
"Be quiet you…now you're just pushing it." Santana rolled her eyes when Brittany could only laugh and the interaction she was having with the blonde was a rare occurrence. She wasn't used to friendly banter with anyone, it was something she despised. Not with Brittany though…it seemed.
"Anyway, I've took more than enough of your time, I'll let you go." Brittany checked the time on her phone and was surprised to find that they'd been talking for more than an hour.
"Oh don't go…I was beginning to enjoy our banter." Santana admitted, not quite knowing where that had come from.
"Well you do have my number after all, so just call me whenever." Brittany said casually.
"Hmm I do don't I…? A pity that you can't have mine." Santana retorted playfully. Brittany cleared her throat and ignored the last comment. "Okay, I really have to go, goodnight."
"Fine…guess I'll call you tomorrow, or maybe sometime next week…But then I'm sure that'd kill you." Santana was on a roll tonight.
"Good…BYE!" Brittany gritted through her teeth and before she cut the line, she heard a quick, "Bye sweet-cheeks."
Brittany clutched the phone to her chest and smiled to herself. There was something about Santana that she was quickly growing attached to. It was a scary thought, but it was one she welcomed with open arms.
