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"Hi,"
Her lips remind you of the prettiest scarlet red.
"Um…hi." She responds, hastily turning towards you.
Her voice reminds you of the most plush velvet.
You reach out your hand to her, "I'm Brittany."
She smiles a bit, the right corner of her lip tugging at her mouth, "Right…the new girl."
You chuckle, "Right."
"Well, welcome." She grins. "I'm Santana."
You already know her name.
"What area do you work in?" You ask, trying not to stare daggers into her gorgeous eyes.
She takes a sip of her drink, "Sales."
"Me too." You're happier than you imagined.
Her grin is a little too quick, "Well, then maybe we'll be getting to know each other better."
"I hope so." Your gum pops between your teeth, Santana responding with a small jump. "What are you drinking?" You ask looking down at her red cup.
She lifts up her cup to inspect it, "Nothing much…coke. I don't want to get too crazy at an office party." She laughs.
"But isn't that what they're for?" You nug her shoulder with a raised brow.
You made her laugh again.
She looks down at her shoes with another grin, "Right."
"My last office never had Christmas parties." You say. "They were no fun."
"Well we tend to get really into holiday parties when our bosses last name is Holiday." Santana shakes her head. "It's kind of ridiculous actually."
You chew your gum in the most flirty of ways, "I think it's great."
/
You hear a pop and you're head bolts over to Brittany taking notes.
"Santana."
"What." You respond, looking over to Rachel sitting across from you.
She rolls her eyes, "Do you think you'll be able to set up the bar for the party today?"
You shrug, "Sure."
The party-planning committee has never been your forte. You joined last year because you heard Brittany was going to be a part of it. Brittany was usually a good reason to be a part of anything you think.
Rachel's eyes glance over to Brittany, "Brittany can help you." She says.
You whip your glare back to her, what was she thinking? "I thought Kurt loved to man the drinks." You say, looking towards him.
"I'm on full Christmas tree duty this year." He responds triumphantly. "Sorry Santana."
You don't think he has to say sorry, you don't mind spending more time with Brittany. However, the way Rachel suggested it seems a little suspicious to you. She's barely spoken a word to you after the incident in the bathroom and you're starting to think she might explode from keeping a secret inside her for this long.
"Is that okay with you Brittany?" Rachel asks while writing something down. "Everything's down in storage."
Brittany nods, "Sounds great." She turns to you with a wink. You're uncomfortable knowing Rachel saw that. You fiddle with your pen and swivel in your chair.
"Are we done here?" You ask sharply. "We've only been in here for forty-five minutes."
Rachel rolls her eyes, "Yes, the party begins at four." She says while gathering her things, she looks at you reluctantly.
"Can I help you Berry?" You noticed her glances, she's pretty terrible at keeping things subtle.
She shakes her head, almost dropping her notebook, "No-no…"
You sigh, why is she bothering to say no when you know she has everything she wants to say on the tip of her tongue.
"I just-um, I hope that working with Brittany won't be a problem." She says.
You eye Brittany making herself comfortable at her desk, "Sometimes I just think you like to cause drama Berry."
"I'm not I just-" She begins.
You start towards the doorway, "We'll be fine."
Britt looks like sunshine today, you think. The warm colors of her outfit contrast to the cool winter colors surrounding the office now. She's cutting something up on a piece of paper, concentration plastered on her face.
"What are you doing." You ask before you pass her desk.
Her blue eyes are prettier than any ocean you've ever seen.
"I'm making a snowflake." She tries to hide it under her keyboard, "…for the party." She shrugs.
You eye the triangles and lines beginning to take shape on the white paper, "Let me see?" Your hands start to grab towards the item, but she dives it underneath the keyboard more.
"You can see it when I'm finished." She says with a smile.
"Okay weirdo." You reply and take a look around the office room. Kurt is busy putting up ornaments onto the tree while Rachel is setting up the conference room with decorations. Telephone rings and the sound of printing paper fills the room with a quiet daze. "Come on, we have to go get the stuff from downstairs."
She licks her lip a bit, looking down at her keyboard, "Okay."
You know what this seems like to her, but that wasn't your intention. The only time you ever ask Brittany to go downstairs with you to storage is to well…go down on her.
"Its-uh…it's not like...Rachel said we should." You squint your eyes, you sound ridiculous. "Come on." You finally say and grab at her arm.
Her smile grows with the clutch of your hand. You lead her out of the office and into the hallway, not looking back as she stumbles behind you.
/
"Hi again," You wave while coming out of the hallway bathroom. Santana is gripping onto a box labeled 'decorations' and you eye it suspiciously. "Whats this?" You ask pointing at the box she's trying to hold on to.
Her eyes stay fixed on your fingers, "Just getting some things for Rachel." She responds, "Last minute decorations she thinks the office truly needs."
You smile, "You're a true Christmas hero."
She turns her head away bashfully, "No, no."
Her elegant smile could stay in your head for days.
"Do you need some help?" You ask.
She shakes her head immediately, "I'm okay."
"No-let me, you have a drink in your hand."
She hands the box over to you, "Thanks."
"What are these candles in here?" You ask peaking your head into the open box.
"Oh, Rachel needs her Hanukkah candles, gotta celebrate all the holidays ya know?" Santana rolls her eyes in the most comedic way. She flips her hair away from her face with a grace that is seemingly effortless. "Over here." She says nodding her head for you to follow her back to the office.
You follow, trying your best not to make it obvious that you are sneaking peaks at her ass. Her body is sexy and then some, strutting around like your most sensual fantasies. She opens the door for you and you follow her to the conference room, where a table is set up. You set the box down and begin pulling items out of the brown box, "Like this?" You ask, not knowing how to exactly set up the candles and other decorations.
She smiles, "Exactly." And pulls out some more items from the box. Her bare shoulder grazes your arm like the faintest breeze. She's as soft as cotton.
"Are these going to be lit?" You ask looking at the candles you just set up.
"I really don't know." Santana says with a squint in her face. "We'll leave it up to Berry."
"Berry?" You question.
"Berry, Rachel-Rachel Berry." She says with the flick of her hands.
You nod your head slowly, "Got it."
"She's head of the party-planning committee." She says. "She loves this shit."
You laugh, "Where can I be a part of this wonderful committee?"
"Oh." Her mouth hangs open in the faintest 'O' shape and you smile knowing she thinks she's offended you. Her eyes scatter around the room like a frightened mouse. "Um, she…"
You softly grip her arm, "You're cute when you're a little nervous." You chuckle and shrug, "I just think it would be a fun thing...maybe I'll join."
"Yeah-yeah." She stutters.
You put a hand on her shoulder, "I'll talk to you later."
You leave her with the slightest tingle in your fingertips.
/
"Which box is it again?" Brittany asks you as you scan the multitude of brown boxes lining the walls of the storage room.
"It's usually labeled with decorations, but you never know if that is the box for Halloween decorations...or holiday decorations...or whatever fucking birthday decorations Rachel has down here." You stand up on a stool in the corner of the room to get a better view. You sigh, Rachel always has to make things so difficult. Seriously? A billion different boxes for a billion different things? "I don't even know where I would start…" You say continuing to look at each label. As you scan your eyes to the right you can see Brittany staring at you from the corner of your eye. You don't doubt that she is probably staring at your ass, she has the tendency to do that often when she thinks you aren't looking.
You step down, "Do you want to take a look? You're way taller than me." You say, glancing at Brittany.
Her eyes pop up at your words, "Yeah, sure."
You turn away while she looks at the higher boxes, the bottom of her shirt riding up to reveal her belly button. You find yourself licking your lips a bit and you decide to look for something else while she is up there. You scuffle around the floor and find the box with the alcohol supply in the corner. You grip it by the edge and pull it out, the bottles clanking together as you move. "We're probably the only office that has this much alcohol." You say looking over at the variety of bottles. "Insane." You mumble.
"It's because Holy is so fun, there is no way this would be happening if we had another boss." Brittany says from behind you, you still hear ruffling from above. "I think…" You hear her make a grunt and then her stepping down from the stool, "I've got it." She holds up the box to you triumphantly and you both dip your heads inside.
"Fuck, wrong box." You say rummaging through all the things.
Brittany grins at you, "Oops."
You sigh and take a seat on a nearby box, clinking bottles together as you look for a shot glass.
"What are you doing?" Brittany asks as she sets the box down next to her feet.
You find a bottle of vodka and begin to unscrew the top, "Getting the party started early." You've never been a fan at drinking at the holiday parties, but this time it seems like you need it. You just remind yourself not to become into a weeping mess by the end of the evening. You're about to throw back the alcohol when Brittany interrupts you, "Wait, me too." She says putting a hand up to your wrist. You search for another glass and pour her a drink. She takes it from you and you both throw the burning liquid down your throats. You cringe at the taste, it has been a while since you have done a shot of anything.
Brittany winces and slams the glass down in front of her, "Now, back to looking." She says before taking a step on the stool again. You look at her above you, hoping she won't suddenly lose her balance up there now that alcohol is starting to pour into her system.
"We should play a game." You say looking at all the boxes. "For every box you pull out that is not the holiday decorations we should take a shot." You smile.
You see the corner of her lip curve, "Game on."
/
"We should play a game." You say walking up to Santana. She's stuffing a piece of brownie into her mouth and you smile.
"Hm?" She mumbles through her unchewed dessert, looking at you with wide eyes.
"We should play a game." You repeat looking at her brownie and pulling it down from her face, "Or play a prank on someone or something. Maybe on one of the guys, I think they are all trying to flirt with me because I'm the super hot, super new interesting girl here." You smile at yourself jokingly.
Santana lifts her eyebrows and nods, "Oh, you are?"
You swivel back and forth with a grin, "That tall guy and that muscle-y guy have been glancing over here all day." You say nodding your head to the right. Santana looks through the conference room glass and notices the two salesmen, quickly averting their eyes when they see you and Satana looking.
"I'm pretty sure giant boy Finn is looking at Rachel and Puck is just disgusting." She says with a cringe.
"I've never seen Puck here before." You say looking his way again.
Santana nods slowly, "He's a traveling salesman, always on the road, but somehow manages to come back for the parties every time." She rolls her eyes.
"Whose that?" You ask looking at a blonde boy who just joined Finn and Puck.
She swallows her food quickly, "Oh thats um, thats-uh Sam…" She nods again.
You notice the way Santana has turned to a nervous pile of jitters. She's avoiding his gaze and you wave over to the boys with a smile. "I bet they all have crushes on you." You say, managing to sneak in a few glances over her toned body.
She almost chokes on her food, "Yeah, well…"
She doesn't decide to continue her sentence and you don't question her further, "So who should it be?" You ask.
She's not even looking their way, "Finn, Finn. Most definitely Finn."
You smile and eye her, waiting for her to continue.
"He's like a giant toddler, he won't notice anything."
"Brittany, Santana." Rachel Berry has accompanied your little two-some and nods her head your way. "I hope you are having fun." She says with a wide grin, "Those brownies are one-hundred percent vegan Santana and I hope you find them quite delectable."
Santana stops herself before pulling out another brownie.
"I made them myself." Rachel smiles at you and looks sharply towards Santana again.
"No wonder they taste so disgusting." Santana responds and puts down her plate.
Rachel huffs and puts a hand on your shoulder, "I hope you're enjoying yourself here Brittany, please let me know if anyone…" She glares at Santana, "Is bothering you."
Santana rolls her eyes.
"Thank you Rachel, I'm great...and with great company." You say looking at Santana.
Rachel prances off into the office and immediately takes command of the karaoke station.
"These brownies are actually really good." Santana says stuffing her face with another. "Don't tell her I said that." She whispers.
"Let's go see how many peanuts we can drop into Finn's drink without him noticing." You grin wide and grab a handful of peanuts that are crowded into a nearby bowl.
"Brittany wait!"
/
"Okay how about this one." Brittany pulls down another box and you both peak inside.
"Nope nope nope! Wrong again." You shake your head. You quickly tell yourself to stop, the room seems to be spinning faster and faster.
"This can't be happening." She says as she grabs the shot glass from your hand. "That is like the third box."
You nod your head in a clumsy fashion, "Maybe we should s-stop."
"For sure." Brittany agrees, plopping hard onto the small step stool. "I can't-I can't do anymore right now." She waves her hand in the air. "T's so hot." She airs out her shirt in front of you.
"We are such light weights." You chuckle looking at her reddening face. "You look like you put on a bunch of blush or something." Her cheeks are rosy red and you can't help but think it's kind of adorable.
"Shut up." She leans against a box behind her and glances down at her phone. "It's already four. Maybe we should go back up."
"Everyones probably wondering where the alcohol is." You can't help but laugh. "Come on, lets go." You say standing up and grabbing the box below you. It feels like it just gained ten pounds as you struggle to lift it up. "Forget the decorations."
"Let me help you." Brittany's hands spread over yours and she takes the box from your grip. Good thing, you probably would have dropped it. Your mind goes to when you first met Brittany, she helped you with the box before. You smile at the thought. You slide the big metal door to the side and you both make your way up the stairs in a fit of small trips and stumbles. Hopefully no one has noticed you two were gone for too long and hopefully everyone won't shout at you for not setting up the drinks earlier. The parties only started for fifteen minutes, but you know these people, they get upset when they can't be entertained by alcohol.
"Finally!" You hear Puck shout from across the office. He usually isn't here. You hate it when he's here. "Rachel over here wouldn't let any of us go down to find you, I guess she trusted you or some shit." Puck says turning to laugh in Sam's face.
You look over to Rachel who looks down at her feet.
"Thanks you guys." Sam says nodding his head apologetically.
"Well I'm glad someone believed in us." Brittany says and heads towards the conference room where decorations and food are set up. "I'm going to put this here and you guys can go at it." Brittany almost stumbles on her own feet while putting the box of alcohol on the table.
"Careful there Britt." Puck's eyes widen at the obvious sight of Brittany being tipsy, he nuges Sam's arm and sports a smirk on his face. You sigh out in disgust.
"Let me get you a drink babe." Sam is walking towards the drinks and you quickly try to shake your head to object.
"No thats…okay." He's already back with two cups in his hand and passing a drink along to you and Brittany.
"Thank you sir." Brittany says and takes a big gulp from her red cup. "I feel like I'm at a high school party or something." She chuckles with her cup in hand.
"God I hope not." You respond smelling the vodka mixed in with the juice Sam gave you.
"Those parties were always the best." Sam replies, putting a hand around your shoulder. "Remember San?" He winks at you.
"Yeah, crying was always the highlight of the night." You say sarcastically. "I can't believe you ever liked me." You say remembering those high school parties. You were always such a mess, ending up crying like a toddler and making out with practically anyone around you. Sam was with you your last year of high school and you can't believe you've been together for so long. Brittany is eyeing Sam's arm and you can see a hint of anger there as she lifts her cup to her mouth.
"Mhm." Brittany mumbles into her cup.
"Alright well, I'm gonna get a bite to eat." You say lifting Sam's arm off of your shoulder and heading towards the food. You hope that eating something will sober you up a little and you grab for the first cookie you see. Everyone is scattered among the office and you notice Brittany has wondered off.
"I hope you weren't doing anything oddly inappropriate downstairs Santana." Rachel Berry has confronted you again and you almost drop your cookie in fright.
"Jesus Rachel." You say and grab at your chest. "What the hell is wrong with you." You scold.
"Whats wrong with you." She whispers harshly in your face.
You look up from your cookie to make sure no one is paying attention to you and confront Rachel again, "No, what the fuck is wrong with you Rachel." You whisper, "What are you even talking about." You're still a little drunk and this conversation will probably not end with much sense. "We were looking all damn day for your damn box!" You're leaning over the table of food now, inching closer to Rachel's face.
"And drinking! I bet you decided to take Brittany for a little spin while you were down there too!"
"You have no idea what you're talking about Berry. What the fuck is wrong with you?" You respond with an angry scowl. "Why do you care so much?" You question.
"Why don't you care so much?" She whispers, "You're the one with the fiance and-"
"I hope there isn't a problem here ladies." Holy appeared at your side.
Rachel beams at Holy with an appropriate smile, "Everything's great."
"We were just discussing where you got those lovely office gifts this year?" You say trying to put on your most lovely charm.
Holy smiles and puts an arm around you and Rachel, "I thought you'd never ask."
/
"That's three and counting." You giggle while dropping another peanut into Finn's cup while he wasn't looking. Santana is laughing with you and Finn is still talking to Rachel to his left.
"You're good." Santana says and grabs at another peanut in your hand. She plops it in his cup with ease and rolls her eyes, "Okay this is too easy."
"What?" Finn has finally turned your way and you try and hide the peanuts behind your back.
"What?" You respond while he eyes the two of you suspiciously.
"Mind your own business Hudson." Santana says with a snarl. You giggle at her cover-up and the two of you wander over to your new desk. You take a seat on the corner of your desk while Santana sits in your chair.
"In high school I didn't even know how to turn on a computer." You laugh at yourself while your fingertips graze over the monitor.
She chuckles with a swivel of your chair, "That can't be true."
"Oh it's real true." You laugh and cross your leg over the other. You know that your legs are amazing and you don't mind showing Santana a little bit. You catch her eyes flicker to your thighs and you smirk, reminding yourself to wear skirts more often.
"I used to sing in high school." She responds looking down at your keyboard. You notice the hint of embarrassment in her face as she runs her fingers along the keys.
"That's cute."
She laughs, "It was dorky."
"I like dorky."
She looks at you with the most genuine smile.
"Well…" She rambles and fights to look into your eyes. You think she doesn't like eye-contact, maybe she doesn't.
"What else did you do in high school?" You ask.
"Me." A male voice is suddenly invading your space and you look up to the new intruder.
Santana laughs uncomfortably, "Very funny." she says dryly. You remember his name is Sam, the blonde salesman from earlier. You eye Santana and Sam and you are confused.
"You two…" You question while pointing a finger between them both. Santana is biting her lip and brushing her hand through her hair.
"I'm Santana's boyfriend." He says and sticks out his hand, "Nice to meet you."
You take it, "Brittany. Sales."
"Same here." He responds with a grin. His lips are huge.
"Oh." You try and act interested. Santana and Sam, interesting, you think. You would have never guessed they were a couple based on the little amount of interaction Santana has seemed to have with him all day, but you guess you can't be one to judge.
"We were together senior year." Santana says looking up at him. "He charmed me with his big lips." She says looking at you.
"That's right." He smiles, and you take it he didn't understand the backhanded comment Santana gave him. Maybe he doesn't know his lips are so big? "Anyway," He says, "Puck and I are going to do some karaoke, want to join?" He puts a hand on Santana's arm.
She shakes her head, "No thanks."
"Alright babe." He kisses her on the cheek and heads over to Puck.
"So one of them does have a crush on you." You say teasing Santana.
She swivels towards you again, "Shut up." She says and a hand grazes your knee for a second.
"You both work here too?" You ask wanting to know more.
"He helped me get a job here." She says with a shrug. You guess she doesn't really want to talk about it.
"Do you like working at the same place as your boyfriend?" You ask her.
"It's okay, you don't get much privacy so I find myself avoiding him most of the day...unintentionally of course." She adds. "He's great but, sometimes you need your space."
You nod, "Totally understandable." You catch her looking down at your thighs again, you can't help but imagine what it would be like to have her touch you there again.
"So anyways, who is our next prank going to be on?" She asks looking around to all the office employees.
You turn your head to Sam and Puck singing their rendition of some song, "How about Puck?" You say. He's been bugging you all day and you wouldn't mind teasing him a little bit with a prank or two. "We can write on his face when he gets too drunk or something." You laugh.
"Oh, that will totally happen." Santana laughs and begins shuffling through your desk drawer. "Wow, you have so many colors in here." She chuckles while searching for a pen in your drawer, you have about ten different colors of pens in your drawer and you are not ashamed. You love to color code things that would typically not need color coding in the first place, it makes things more fun.
"I keep my options open." You say looking down at her hands.
"What's this?" She asks and pulls out a small snowflake you made out of paper.
You take it from her hands, "Oh, nothing. I was just bored earlier." You say embarrassed. You look at the small piece of paper you cut up into a sloppy snowflake and place it on the desk.
Santana takes it from you and holds it in the air, "Well I think we found another decoration to add to Berry's collection." She says and gives you a smile. "I kinda like it."
The snowflake dances between her fingers. You'd probably make a dozen snowflakes if Santana likes.
/
After Holy Holiday ends up showing you practically every gift she bought the office, you and Rachel are finally free.
"Thanks for the insight Ms. Holiday." Rachel says and prys herself away from Holy's grip. "I have to go check on the karaoke machine." She says while strutting away.
"Of course Rachel." Holy says.
You hear Brittany laughing from across the office and you turn your head towards the sound. Brittany is standing next to Puck, his rough hands touching at her arm playfully. You can't help but feel a tinge of jealousy. You know how disgusting Puck is, he doesn't' deserve to even talk to Brittany. His mohawk flings through the air like a rat in flight and you take one long sip of your strong drink.
"Everything okay girl?" Holy asks you after you down another sip.
You're nodding furiously, "Great. Excuse me." You say leaving Holy behind and head straight for Brittany and Puck.
"What are you guys up to?" You question strolling up next to Brittany. Puck eyes you like you've just barged in on a moment and you don't feel bad for him at all.
"We were just talking." Puck responds taking a hand off of Brittany's shoulder.
"I-I was telling him about my cat." Brittany slurs and puts a hand on his chest. "Puck loves cats too!" She exclaims.
You know exactly what he means and you drag Brittany away by the arm, "I'm sure he does."
Puck mouths a 'what!?' and you shake your head angrily. You can't believe him. What a joke.
"Santana. Where are we going?" She asks as you pull her behind you towards the office door. You barge through the door and out to the empty hallway. You let go of her arm and she gently flings towards the wall.
"Really Brittany? Puck?" You say as her back slides against the wall.
"What?" She says lifting her hands. "He's kinda cute."
"Britt he's gross. He's probably slept with hundreds of girls out on the road."
Her eyes roll to the back of her head, "Whatever Santana."
You're drunk now. Your head is spinning and the way Brittany is looking at you sets a fire through your chest. "Don't whatever me Brittany." You say trying to hold back your angry tears. You can't let this happen, it won't happen.
Brittany has started to unbutton the top of her shirt and you grab at her hand, "Britt what are you doing?"
She shrugs, "It's getting hot in here San."
"You can't just strip in the middle of the hallway." You whisper, looking over your shoulder.
She laughs with a huff, "You stripped off your pants the other day in the conference room and you had no objections towards that." She responds continuing to take her buttons apart one by one, stumbling over her own fingers.
"You're drunk." You say to her, trying your hardest to look away from her chest.
"Apparently." She says.
She's almost down to her last button and you pry your eyes away, grabbing her arm again, "Britt come on, in here." You say leading her to the bathroom.
Her shirt is open and falling lightly at her sides, "You can't just drag me whereever you want to San." She says with rosy cheeks. "I'm not like a dog or something." She slurs, "Cats are way better anyway. My cat is the best." She rambles and stumbles against the bathroom sink.
Her pink bra is showing now and your eyes can't look away. Her breasts are your favorite duo and you just want to touch them. You take a couple steps towards her and she's still rambling about something you can't put your foot on. Your fingers go straight for her abs and you let them sway across her toned stomach.
"Puck just wants to hook up with you." You say, keeping your eyes glued to her stomach. Your fingers still dance among her light skin.
"I know that San." She rolls her eyes and puts her hands against the sink behind her. She's looking down at your fingers now.
"I don't want him to try." You say outloud and your hand moves in between her breasts lightly.
A deep breath takes her by surprise and you know she feels the heat there. Her skin is your favorite thing to touch.
A shaky breath escapes her, "San…" Her head is thrown back towards the mirror behind her and you see her face in the reflection. Her mouth hangs slightly open and you smirk knowing you have her attention now.
"I know he can't touch you like I can." You say quietly into her neck.
"No one can San…" She breathes out and her chest pops out towards your palm. You grab at the sides of her blouse and you remove it over her shoulders. She grabs you around the neck and pulls you into her, flooding your mouth with a deep kiss.
"You have the best lips." She says between breathes.
You're pushing her against the sink and you lift her butt onto the top of it. Your kisses are heated and you slide your hands through her hair. Her hair is so soft, just like the rest of her. Just when you think you have control she lifts a heel to your chest and pushes you away from her. Your back falls against the stall door behind you and you bend down to check if any hobbit feet are intruding on your private moments with Brittany this time. No terrible shoes are found.
Brittany is striding towards you now and you have nowhere to go. She pins you up against the stall door and lifts your arms above your head. You're breathing heavily and you can't look away from her lips.
"You shouldn't be telling me what to do." She says hotly into your lips. Her fingers slide down your cheek and down your neck, her other hand still gripping at your arms above you. Her face is red and her eyes are lazily scanning over your face, you know she's kinda drunk and you know you are too. You just have to remember to look out for people coming into the bathroom. Her face is close to yours now and she's looking down your blouse where your breasts are heaving. "Let me take care of this." She says, beginning to unbutton your shirt.
You'd let her do anything to you really, she hypnotizes you better than any magician you've ever witnessed.
/
The party is dwindling now and Puck has been passed out on an office chair for over an hour.
"He will not be happy about this later." Santana says drawing a small penis on the side of his cheek.
You try not to laugh as you look over his face, "He'll love it." You giggle. You pull out a blue pen from your pocket and begin drawing a flower on his chin.
"This is what he gets for being such a dick all the time." Santana grins, "He deserves it."
"He can't be that bad." You say looking up at her.
She takes out another color, "Just wait until he hits on you for real." She says.
"Is that why you hate him so much?" You ask her. Puck huffs in his sleep and you take your hand off of his face for a moment.
After his movements have stopped Santana continues, "I don't hate him, I just hate him sometimes." She says. "He's probably hit on me a dozen times."
"Even with Sam around?"
She nods, "He has no boundaries."
"That's hilarious." Finn and some other employees stroll past you and Puck and they pull out cameras to take a picture of him.
"Our finest work." Santana replies with a grin.
"I think we've done enough damage." You say and put a cap on your many pens. Santana leans back in her chair and looks over her work with a smile.
"Agreed." She says and fold her arms together. You take a moment to look around the office, it's after six and a lot of people have started to go home now.
"So...do you have a ride home?" You ask her.
"I came with Sam today so I have to wait for him." You both look his way as he is laughing with Finn and Rachel by the karaoke machine. "He seems pretty drunk so I should probably drive him home." She chuckles. "Who knows how much longer he will be."
"Oh.." You respond, "Well...want to sit outside for a while? I need some fresh air." You say and get up from your chair. "Come on." You stick out your hand to her and she grabs it. Her hands tingle in your fingertips. You lead her out of the office, grab your coats and head to the doorway into the brisk night air. You can start to see stars peeking out from the dark sky and you smile at the sight. You let go of her hand and sit on the curb outside. It's cold out and you breath into your palms as she sits down beside you.
"So, do you have any pets?" You ask Santana who is grabbing at her knees in front of her.
She looks at you, "Um, no." She says quietly.
"Why not?" You ask her.
She shrugs, "I don't know."
She's quiet again and you look at her wandering eyes. "I have a cat, he's really fat." You say to fill the silence. "His name is Lord Tubbington."
You've made her laugh, "Thats funny."
"It kind of is." You're smiling at the ground, hints of melted snow trace around your shoes. She's shivering a little and you want to make her warm. "Here." You say quietly as your fingers move towards the buttons of her coat. You're buttoning up her jacket and you can't stop your fingers from roaming just a little bit. She's looking at you in the eyes and you try not to look at her face. You fear you won't be able to stop yourself from doing something completely stupid. The fog of her breath flows from her mouth in a steady rhythm and you continue to button up the last button of her coat, just below her neck. She won't stop staring at you and you finally look at her face. Her nose has the tiniest hint of red on it and you smile.
"You seemed cold." You say.
She gulps, "Thanks." She rubs her legs again.
The building doors barge open and Sam and Puck stumble out. "San!" Sam says, "There you are. Ready to go now babe?" He asks her and puts his arm around her waist as she stands. You can't help but wish you could do the same.
"Yeah." She says and rubs her hands together from the cold.
"I guess it's me and you Britt." Puck says and puts an arm around your shoulder. The alcohol on his breath becoming prominent.
"Not so fast there." You pat him on the chest and try and hold him up. "I'll give him a ride home." You say to Santana and Sam who are looking at you with worried eyes. "It's fine." You say waving them goodbye. "Go."
"Are you sure?" Santana asks you, hand in hand with Sam.
You nod, "He'll probably pass out before we even get to the car." You say.
"She's right." Puck says leaning against you. He pokes you in the side a little.
"Bye guys." You say and Santana gives you a smile.
"See you next year." Sam says before he walks towards his car with Santana.
"Bye Brittany." She says.
"Bye Santana."
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"God Britt." You say as she opens the stall door behind you. She's managed to take off your shirt and she's begun to work at the back of your bra. You look down at your shirts on the floor, cringing at the fact your garments are on the floor of a dirty bathroom. "Shit."
She's pushing you up against the stall now from the inside and you let out a moan. Her hands pull away your bra and your chest is exposed in front of her. Her lips attach to your nipple and she sucks hard. She's sticking her hands down towards the waistband of your pants and your hips gravitate towards them. You decide to help her out by grabbing a hold of your skirt and pushing it down yourself. Her hand is under your panties in record time and her fingers slick through you with ease.
"There's no way Sam can make you this wet." She says looking down at her fingers.
"Fuck." You breathe at the contact and your head frantically moves side to side. "He doesn't Britt." You moan. Her fingers are slowly tracing your clit, circling around your wetness. Your head pounds back against the stall. "Brittany."
Her mouth is open and you pull her head in towards you for another kiss. "I get jealous when you talk to Puck." You find yourself admitting to her.
Her eyes immediately find yours and she looks at you for a moment. You're both breathing heavily and the sound of your pants fill the bathroom. You take the moment to push her up against the wall instead, trapping her between the wall and your body. You begin to unclasp her bra and pull down her skirt. You push her clothes to the side with your foot and lick your lips.
"You seemed hot." You say smirking at her exposed body. You push both of your bodies together and you're moaning at the feeling. Her breasts push up against yours and you can feel her hard nipples diving into your skin. You leave wet kisses on her neck and chest before quickly diving two fingers inside her.
"Oh." She moans at the feeling. She's so hot and warm inside, you love feeling her like this. "Fuck me San." She groans again. You pump your fingers in and out of her, watching as her breasts bounce up and down in front of your face. You love her boobs. You probably love every part of her body. She's moaning out loud now and you hope no one can hear you. She's gripping at your shoulders and you know her orgasm is approaching fast.
"Yes." She's grunting as you watch her move up and down on your hand. "Don't stop…" She pants. "Fuck Santana." You love it when she says your full name. It sounds better than your favorite song.
You pump some more, putting your palm against her clit in the process.
"I'm going to cum." She pants and you work even faster. Her leg wraps around your waist and you pump into her at a deeper angle. "Oh Santana."
You feel extra wetness coat your fingers and you begin to slow down your pumping, riding out her orgasm. She's smirking at you now and she seats you down on top of the toilet lid.
"I'm going to eat you out now." She says looking at you with hungry eyes. She's licking her lips as she bends down in front of you and she pulls down your underwear.
"Shit." You respond and grab at her hair. The bathroom stall is a bit cramped but you work with what you've got. Brittany is kneeling down in front of you and your back is jammed against the tile wall, the metal flusher arching into your back slightly.
She's kissing around your center and you anticipate her lips touching you there. You've never heard yourself breathe so heavily and you can't wait till Brittany's tongue is on you.
She lifts your butt off the seat a little and her tongue is licking at your clit.
"Mmm…" You moan and grip her head tighter. Your hips move at their own accord and grind into her mouth.
"You taste lovely." She says as she makes the most delicious noises between your legs. She's moaning at the amount of wetness you have pooled at your center and she sucks at your clit. Your head throbs against the tile and your mouth hangs wide open. She's so good with her tongue.
"More Britt." You plead. She takes a moment to wipe at her mouth and then plunges a finger inside you. You weren't expecting it and you moan deeply. She's pounding you against the tile now and you grip at the wall for some leverage. "Oh my god." You pant and look down at her between you. She removes her fingers and replaces them with her lips again. "Oh my god." You say again as you watch her skilled lips work around your own. Watching her between you is probably one of the best things you've ever seen. She's sucking and lapping at your clit and her tongue dips inside you. "Oh...fuck." You don't remember yourself ever being so vocal but you can't help it, you think the alcohol has a bit to play in this situation. You grind your hips up into her tongue and it feels amazing. You're about to cum soon and Brittany sticks two fingers inside you this time.
"Brittany!" You screech and grip at her hair.
"Shit San." She says mumbled between your legs.
"Oh god Britt." You say and close your eyes, you're about to cum, hard. You hear Brittany utter an "Oh" and you're cumming with her between you. Your hips are still moving upwards, trying to feel out the last of your orgasm.
You're still breathing hard and you look down at Brittany, she's smiling at you.
"We're so drunk Britt." You say with a laugh as you cup her face.
She's nodding and searching for her clothes, "I thought you didn't get too crazy at office parties." She smirks and kisses up your chest.
"Isn't that what office parties are for?" You tease. She hums against your chest and your breathing evens out.
Another holiday party to remember in your books...probably just as good as the last.