Santana's POV

I check myself out in the mirror. Brittany and I need to be heading out to Dave's party right about now, but the only thing I can think of is how fucking Brittany can appease me of the feeling between my legs. Especially in that skin tight dress that reveals some cleavage and a little too much leg. I look past my reflection to see her bending over- picking something up, I assume. It allows me a nice view of her ass.

That's gay.

No it isn't.

Yes it is.

No it's not. I'm not attracted to her. I'm not attracted to girls for that matter. The only reason I even have sex with her is because I have all this pent up sexual frustration left from Puck and she's the only one here right now. I'm not gay, just horny. Our sex doesn't mean anything. Shit, we could have sex right now and it mean nothing.

Or would it?

Mind, please do both of us a favor and shut the hell up.

Prove it.

No.

Prove it!

Fine.

"Brittany." I turn towards her. She looks up at me with a sweet smile. This is really happening.

I walk over to her and grab either side of her face, pulling her in. Our lips crash together. Brittany returns the kiss with a breathy moan and I decide to bite her bottom lip which prolongs the beautiful sound.

This has to happen fast if we don't wnat to be too late for that party.

I remove one of my hands from her face and fumble with the zipper of her dress. After a few failed attempts, I get it down. Brittany reaches behind her back to unclasp her bra as well. She strips herself of the fabric desperately, our mouths never disconnecting.

"What about the party?" She mumbles.

I give her breasts a squeeze. "Guess we'll have to go fast." I push Brittany's panties past her hips and watch them fall. My clothes are then discarded. I shove her onto my bed. Her chest already moving up and down rapidly.

I waste no time letting my finger disappear inside of her. She bends her knees and seperates them, knowing just how this will go. I begin a slow, steady pace, adding another finger as she whines.

"Tell me what you want," I purr.

Brittany runs her hands down her stomach. "I want you, San."

God that's hot. "Say it again."

Her body shivers. "I want you, Santana." She rasps.

That's enough for me. I run my tongue over her clit oh so slowly. She squirms so I use my free hand to keep her still. I begin to suck the sensitive pink flesh gently. Brittany pushes my head down suddenly: that's when I realize that the ache between my leg worsening.

Brittany moans carelessly as she grinds into my face and hand. Her fingers tangle in my hair. She's close. Her legs tremble when my fingers pump inside her at a faster pace. I smirk as she moans loudly once more, and I add a third finger.

"Fuck." Her hands tighten in my hair. I love it when she curses. "Oh my God." She shakes as she reaches her climax. I let her ride out her high, continuing to flick her slit with my tongue, but eventually it comes to an end.

I pull out my fingers which are now dripping with her wetness and kiss her inner thighs. Then her stomach, then her breasts and so forth, making my way up. Brittany finally brings me in for another kiss, panting, tasting herself. I lay my naked body completely on hers, the side of my head over her chest. I can hear her heart thumping like a ticking time bomb. She runs her fingers through my hair, trying to recover from what just happened.

"We need to get dressed." Brittany says.

I place my hand on her upper arm, "can we just lay here... for a few more minutes?" My eyes screw shut as I whisper. See, this means nothing. And who cares if we're a few minuted late to the party- I just had to do a lot of hard work.

Brittany moves her arm so that it's rubbing circles on my back. Goosebumps formed on my skin. Usually when I had sex with guys, they didn't care about this kind of stuff... this kind of affection. I have to say, I wish they did. It gives me butterflies when she does this. Probably on account that she's the only one who cuddles me naked.

Brittany kisses my head, a peaceful look drawn on her face. "Of course."

We spend ten minutes like this. Resting for a couple of minutes before getting the energy to put our clothes back on. I didn't want to get up since I was tired. Not because I wanted to stay with her and cuddle. Only a fag does that.

After I had gotten my clothes on again, I watch her. She takes her time, grinning. Why can't I be like her? Happy... free of all worries... Brittany touches up her makeup. I think about heading downstairs without her but dismiss it. I clear my tgroat, to which she spins around.

She gives me a lopsided smile. And I return it. Not because I'm happy, because in all honesty I feel like shit, but I smile because she's happy.

And even though our sex means nothing, she means everything to me... she's my bestfriend. And at the end of the day, her happiness is all that matters.

(a/n)Oof. I hope it was semi-okay! I've never written a chapter like this, soo... oof. Honestly, writing for Santana is so hard for me. Her thought process throws me off, so her POV's are gonna be shit.And sorry that this chapter is way shorter than the first one.