CHAPTER TWO

Santana sighed, "Brit, let's make dinner."

"Sure," Brittany said, "Hey? You're sleeping over, right?"

"You know I am," Santana said with a wink.

"Can we sleep in the fort tonight?" She pleaded.

"I wouldn't have it any other way," Santana replied.

Santana and Brittany cooked their dinner, sat at the table and ate in comfortable silence. They could hear the movie menu screen's music loop from inside their fort. Brittany stared out the window.

"Whatcha thinking about?" Santana asked, trying to get the blonde's eyes back to hers.

"After dinner, let's go on a walk," she responded.

"Aww, B, I don't want to put all that shit back on."

"You won't have to. Let's just go in whatever, and if you get cold we can just hold onto each other."

"Alright. But the second my toes freeze, I'm done."

"Deal," Brittany said with a wink.

After the dishes were done, the girls put on regular clothing, adding hats, gloves, and scarves to the mix. Stepping outside, Brittany put her hand in Santana's. She looked over and smiled at the brunette, eliciting the same expression from her friend.

The night was beautiful. Snow covered the neighborhood streets. It was only nine o'clock, and yet everything was so silent and still. The sky twinkled as the snow muffled any noise. Santana watched Brittany—how she gazed in wonderment about everything around her. She moved delicately as to not disturb the white blanket covering the street below.

She's beautiful. Santana thought to herself. She caught Brittany's gaze and smiled.

"Dance with me," Brittany said quietly.

Santana lifted the corner of her mouth to smile at Brittany. Without a word, Santana grabbed Brittany's outstretched hand.

They danced and laughed. As Santana twirled Brittany, a light snow began to fall. Brittany pulled Santana in close. They now had their hands wrapped around each other's waists and were staring into each other's eyes. Smiling, Brittany leaned in a kissed Santana on her partially opened lips. Her lean was slow and deliberate. Santana watched Brittany close her eyes as their lips touched. Brittany's bottom lip filled the gap between Santana's upper and bottom lip. Brittany pulled away slowly.

Santana watched as the girl opened her eyes to stare at her once again. Santana's heart pounded hard. She was sure Brittany could feel it. That wasn't a friendly kiss. It was sweet and kind of picture perfect considering their environment. Santana had never felt her heart beat so intensely with any other kiss—and she had kissed a lot of people.

"What was that for?" Santana asked, taking one hand off of Brittany's waist and placing her fingers gently on her lips.

"I don't know. Just felt right. I think these snowflakes are aphrodesismacks."

"You mean aphrodisiacs?"

"Yeah, that's what I said!"

Brittany turned around and grabbed Santana's hand, leading her down the hill and back towards their house. Arm in arm, the girls danced home as if that kiss hadn't changed a thing.

However, Santana couldn't stop thinking about it. Yeah, her and Brittany were super hot and it only made sense that sooner or later—drunk or sober—it would eventually have happened. But, that was just too romantic of a situation for how she thought it would have gone down. Santana tried to put it out of her head, and followed Brittany home.

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The door slammed behind Santana. She stripped off her snow apparel before she stepping into the Pierce's home as not to get snow everywhere.

"Fuck it's cold!" Santana exclaimed.

"Just come get under the covers." Brittany called from the fort.

Climbing back into the fort, Santana entangled her cold limbs with Brittany's.

"I'm beat, S. That snow stuff wore me out."

"Me too, B. Let's just talk until we fall asleep."

Santana laid on her back with one arm behind her head and the other on her stomach. Brittany rolled over onto her stomach, laying her chin in her hands. She faced Santana.

She's so adorable when she's tired, Brittany thought.

Laughing, Santana elongated her first question, "What, B? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"No reason. You're just super cute." Brittany shrugged.

"Alright. I'll take that," Santana paused. She looked at Brittany, blushed, and started giggling again, "Brit, you're still staring!"

Brittany glanced and the floor below her and then back up to meet Santana's eyes.

"…I just kind of want to kiss you again is all," Brittany said, "You're lips are so soft and made mine all warm out in the cold. Actually, kissing you made my whole body warm up…"

Santana didn't know what to say. She wanted to kiss her again. She knew that. Her body knew that. Somehow the words wouldn't come out. She just looked at Brittany longingly, removing her hand from her stomach and lightly grazing Brittany's forearm.

Slowly, Brittany shifted her body. Her forearm dropped to bear her weight as she slid her other arm across Santana's body, dropping her palm onto the floor beside her. She pushed her weight up, positioning herself above Santana.

Closing her eyes, Brittany leaned in to place a light kiss on her friend's lips. Their lips pulled apart slowly. Santana let out a small moan, like audible air. Brittany looked down at her girl beneath her. Her eyes were still closed as if she was waiting for Brittany to kiss her again.

Brittany bent down again but stayed longer. Her kiss was slow and deliberate. Santana's hands now found their way onto the girl above her. She placed one hand on Brittany's lower back while the other's fingers slid into Brittany's long blonde hair. Brittany felt the fingers lightly tug on her hair. These movements made Brittany deepen the kiss. She opened her mouth, allowing Santana's tentative tongue to finally meet hers. Both girls were lost in the kiss. It was like they had been doing it for years. Nothing about it felt forced or sloppy. It felt assured and passionate. They continued on at the same slow speed really memorizing everything about the moment. Their fingertips browsed each other's skin, occasionally eliciting a few moans.

Gradually, Brittany pulled away. She inched down and put her head on Santana's chest. Both she and Santana could feel her heart beating a mile a minute, but neither of them said anything. Brittany smiled at the thought of Santana's heart beating for her.

Brittany then spoke in a hushed tone, "…are you okay?"

Santana sat up just a bit but enough to make Brittany remove her head from her chest.

"Yeah…I'm fine Brit," Santana said in a reassuring voice. She meant these words. "…do you want any water? I'm going to go get some for myself."

"Please," Brittany responded.

Santana slowly crept out of the fort. The thoughts hit her as soon as Brittany couldn't see her face. Did that really just happen? She began as her eyes widened in disbelief. I just made out with my best friend. Holy shit. It's not like kissing girls was new to Santana. She did it occasionally at parties to get boy's attention…but nothing like that. She was sure Brittany had the same experiences she did. There's no way Brittany kisses guys or girls like that. They talk about their exploits all the time. Neither of them had ever mentioned anything other than quick and dirty.

Fuck. Should I call someone? Who would I call? Brittany is the person I'd talk to about this. God! No, you're not going to call anyone. Maybe I just dreamt that. Am I dreaming? In the dark, Santana bumped into the corner of the countertop. Ow. Definitely not dreaming…Okay, got the water. Now back to Brittany. Brittany. My best friend I just kissed. Is she going to say something? Should I say something? Santana's nerves were getting the best of her. This rarely happened to the self-proclaimed bitch. Stop freaking out. Keep it together. Such a pussy. Calm down.

Santana took deep breath before entering the fort.

"Here's your water."

"Thanks, San." Brittany took the water from her and put it aside without taking a sip. She then flipped over the covers, allowing Santana to slip under.

Santana got under the covers and made it a point not to brush up against her friend. She wasn't uncomfortable, still just a little nervous. Stop. She's going to think you're uncomfortable next to her. Don't act so weird. You're going to upset her. Say something.

"Good night, Brit-Brit," She forced the words out, sounding reasonably sincere.

"Night, San."

Santana rolled onto her side; her eyes still wide open though she stared at nothing. Brittany slowly turned on her side already half asleep. Santana felt very aware of what the other girl was doing. She nervously waited to see if Brittany would touch her. Santana sensed Brittany inch closer. Brittany's body soon matched Santana's. She felt Brittany's breath on her neck. Brittany's arm found its way around her. She didn't fight it. Santana sunk into her friend. Her eyes felt heavy all of a sudden. They closed. As she drifted into a deep sleep, in the crook of her neck, she felt Brittany smile.