So I was going to settle into this really comfortable every-other-day-update-thing but rumour has it I'm going to London tomorrow... those who know me, know that I like fast updates so I couldn't very well leave without giving you one more chapter.

I don't remember exactly when I'm supposed to fly back (I'm really on top of things) but I promise that as soon as I'm back I'll update first thing! Should be no later than the 8th. Okie-dokie, chapter-wise this was a toughie but I did my best. Enjoy! And thank you for reviewing! :)

CHAPTER 4

"Can't"

Santana twirled in front of the mirror.

"I'm so fucking hot." She murmured between her teeth while checking out her own ass. She looked over her shoulder and gave herself a wink. Then she turned around and rolled her eyes at herself for being so corny.

She had butterflies in her stomach. God, why was she so nervous? Stupid blonde hair and blue eyes burning in her mind. Stupid first date messing with her head. She couldn't remember ever feeling so… vulnerable.

Santana always hooked up with hot girls so it wasn't that Brittany was gorgeous that threw her off her game. But there was something. Something she couldn't put her finger on. Maybe that she was actually going on a date at all for the first time in three years? Maybe that she actually wanted to go on a date for the first time in three years?

Santana looked at her phone, the screen said twenty-six minutes until Brittany was supposed to be outside, picking her up and taking her someplace she still didn't know where. She opened her purse and put her phone in it, then her credit-card, her keys, some make-up for touch-ups and a tampon. It wasn't that time, but her policy was still to always bring a tampon.

When she had closed the purse again she heard her phone buzz inside. She stood completely still and listened. Yup, Puck and Emma were definitely still in the apartment... Must be Mercedes. Santana pulled it out and answered without looking.

"What's up?"

"Santana? Hi, it's Brittany."

"Brittany?"

"Yeah, you know, from the… and then we met…"

"I know who you are." Santana giggled. Did Brittany really think she could have forgotten her? "What's going on?"

"I have some, well uh, bad new."

Santana didn't really know how to respond so she just waited quietly for Brittany to continue.

"I… well there's… something's come up." Brittany bit her lip on the other side of the line, terrified of Santana's reaction. Santana was pretty sure she heard correctly but she didn't trust her ear to brain cooperation. She didn't want to trust it.

"Excuse me?" Santana's tone was short and sounded offended. It was impossible for her to hide her irritation.

"Uhm, yeah. I can't... I can't make it tonight." Brittany sounded tortured but Santana was still boiling.

"This is a fucking joke, right?

"No…"

"Fine." Santana was about to go off, then she realized that she barely knew this woman.

"What?"

"Fine." She still had trouble hiding that she was upset so it came out short and spiteful.

"Santana, are you mad?"

"No."

"You sound mad…" You could practically hear Brittany's pout through the phone. Santana didn't think Brittany had any right to be upset with her for being angry though. She's the one ruining everything. Brittany can't do this. Santana couldn't hold it in any longer.

"Of course I'm fucking mad! We're supposed to meet up in like 20 minutes! I'm all dressed up and everything!" Crap, she totally regretted saying that last part. Now she was the loser, just sitting at home and waiting.

"What are you wearing?" Brittany asked suddenly. Santana didn't really see what difference it made since Brittany wasn't coming anyways.

"A black dress, it's sort of draped and with a…"

"Take it off."

"What?"

"Take it off!" This time Brittany's voice was more domineering.

"Buh… whuh?"

"Take. The dress. Off." Santana could feel the anger slowly being suppressed by arousal and she was kind of afraid to not do as Brittany said, even if she was nowhere near to do anything about it.

Still standing in front of the mirror she let the straps glide over her shoulders. She could see her own chest heaving up and down as the dress slid down her body, tickling her skin and then landing on the floor. It was like Brittany heard that Santana was now standing in her bra and panties.

"Good girl. Now get on the bed."

Santana backed up to the bed and crawled up on it; half sitting/half lying down, she could still see herself in the mirror. Brittany waited until she heard Santana's ruffling quiet down.

"Are you lying down?"

"Mm-huh." Santana squealed and nodded against the phone. The anticipation was growing inside her. The butterflies she felt before had moved lower and sent tingles through her.

"Oh baby, you're breathing really heavily." Brittany's voice was hoarse and sexy and Santana loved it. She was already throbbing with need.

"You want me to touch you, don't you?" Brittany groaned and smirked on the other side of the line.

"Yea-yes." Santana breathed through her teeth.

"Where?"

"Anywhere…" Santana was eager and never dealt gracefully with being teased.

"Can I kiss you?"

"Uh-huh." Santana moved her hand up and pressed her fingers against her lips.

"Your lips are really soft."

Santana put a finger in her mouth and massaged it with her tongue.

"I'm kissing you neck… damn, your heart is beating really fast."

Santana moved her hand lower to her neck, feeling her pulse pound against her fingertips.

"You feel my hand wander up your side…"

Santana drew her hand up her side slowly, tickling the sensitive skin of her waist. Brittany moaned into the phone.

"Your tits are perfect in my hands."

Santana's arm crossed her chest and she cupped one of her breast while pressing down on the other with her forearm.

"It's so hot."

Santana grunted and kneaded her breast harder.

"Your nipples…"

Santana quickly arched her back to reach the clasp of her bra, and unhooked it to grant more access to the set of rambunctious twins on her ribcage.

"… are so hard for my touch and they feel so good in my hands."

Brittany followed her statement with another groan and Santana clenched her breast harder, feeling the nipple poke out between her fingers. She pinched it and threw her head back, breathing heavily into the phone.

"Oh God, baby, I'm so hot for your pussy. I can't stay away any longer."

Knowing what was coming up, Santana spread her legs wider and lifted her knees off the mattress by bending them.

"With my body between your sexy legs I'm sliding down lower."

Santana arched her back again, scooting lower to press more of her back against the bed. Trailing one hand flat downwards on her stomach she tried to suffocate her desperate moans.

"Fuck, you're wet!"

Santana moved her hand inside her underwear and oh God, she was gushing. Santana felt her slick folds heating her hand as she moved up and down her slit.

"Who makes you that wet?"

Santana's hand was almost trembling with arousal and her movements between her legs became almost jerky as her concentration was flailing.

"Guuuh- you do."

"Who?"

"You." Santana's voice was hoarse and came from deep down in her throat.

"My name, baby. Say my name."

"Brittany! Brittany makes me… urgh God!" As soon as Santana said the name; her mind flooded with images of their first encounter. Brittany's perky pink nipples, her milky skin so smooth against Santana and the little strip of blonde between her legs. Santana groaned desperately.

"Do you feel that? That's my tongue inside you."

Santana finally thrust two digits inside herself. She soaked her thumb in more of her juices and started moving it over her clit while fucking herself with her fingers, imagining Brittany's face between her legs.

"Mmm, it's so good."

Brittany's husky voice echoed in Santana's mind.

"Fuuuh-mmm, don't stop!" Santana was already getting close but she wanted Brittany's voice to throw her over the edge.

"I want you to feel what I'm feeling. Taste yourself."

Santana hurried the hand up to her face and lazily smeared some of her drooping wetness on her lips before shooting her hand down into her panties again. When having found the rhythm of her wild rubbing again she let her tongue run over her lips. Tasting her throbbing self, she moaned with her whole body.

"You look so sexy when I'm fucking you."

Brittany moaned. Santana could hear her getting closer too because her breathing was becoming really irregular and it turned Santana on like crazy.

"Britt?" Santana squeaked when she felt she couldn't hold on any longer.

"Not yet! Don't cum yet!"

Brittany's voice was almost as wanting as Santana's now and upon hearing it, Santana let out louder, more frustrated groans than the once before. She completely forgot where she was and that Emma and Puck were in the other room. She flexed her body, holding on for dear life. She listened to Brittany's increasingly desperate noises on the other side while still moving inside her underwear. The tingle and the desire… she was shaking… impossible to…

"Uh-fuck, cum with me." Brittany finally breathed and Santana let the release take over.

Her walls closed in on her fingers as she pressed down on her clit. She screamed as she shuddered against the sheets and almost crushed the phone in her hand. She swung it away from her ear to let the side of her face be buried the pillow. When she lifted the phone to her ear again, she did so just in time to hear the phone hang up. What - the fuck?

She totally did it again. Brittany's 'bang-and-bail'-act only needed two times to get seriously old! Santana felt the rage build up side her again. Feeling blown off and rejected in combo with fucked and abandoned, Santana flew up off the bed.

While still clenching to the phone she stormed out of her room without really knowing why and completely oblivious to the fact that she wasn't wearing anything but underwear. When she heard Puck and Emma's voices, she felt the weight of her breast and had time to, with some fumbling, hook her bra again before entering into the kitchen where the two were sitting.

"Santana!" Emma exclaimed when she saw her almost naked friend strut in with angry steps. Santana ignored her and opened the fridge, not sure what she was looking for.

"Noah, don't look." Emma said softly to her fiancée and turned his head to look out the window. Then she stood up in an attempt to get Santana's attention. Santana was so angry she could feel tears burning in her eyes. She wasn't going to cry though, she couldn't allow herself to do that. She snapped instead.

"Fuck, Emma! I'm so fucking pissed off right now!" She screamed, slamming the fridge door shut.

"What? Why?" Emma asked with a frown and couldn't for the life of her figure out what she had done wrong.

"That fucking little bi–uuuuuuurrrgh!" Santana didn't know why, but for some reason calling Brittany a bitch was just too much, even in her wild wrath.

"Santana what happened?" Emma sounded concerned. "Did the date not go very good?"

"Emma, look at me! There is no date!" Santana blurted still sounding furious. Emma reluctantly let her eyes wander from Santana's face and travel down her whole body. Santana hadn't actually meant for Emma to literally look at her but Emma at least realized her mistake.

"Oh…" Emma said quietly and feeling sorry for Santana, all the irritation caused by her parading her naked body in front of Noah dripped off her, and she returned to the table where Puck was still loyally looking out the window. Emma took her fiancée's hand but kept her eyes on Santana as she decided to continue.

"She thinks she can just call and cancel? And then she fucking gets me off and hangs up, like what the fuck?" Santana looked at Emma like she was waiting for the redhead to have all the answers, but Emma looked back at her with a puzzled frown.

"You mean she let you off? Like letting you off the hook?" Emma asked. Puck tried to hold back a little laugh and squeezed Emma's hand harder.

"No, sweetie." Santana sighed and smiled amorously at her adorable friend. "No. Like we just had amazing phone sex and then she just hung up." Santana explained, now with softness in her voice. Emma's eyes went wide and then she cleared her throat.

"I was wondering… what those noises were…" She said quietly and looked down. Santana snorted in a nod, a little amused with Emma's facial expression. In the years they had spent living together Emma was still as shocked every time Santana used foul language, told her about a sexual conquest or in general did something Emma herself would not do.

When Santana felt her phone buzz in her hand she realized she was still holing it tight. She lifted it slightly so she could see the screen. It was from Brittany so automatically her thumb unlocked the phone and the text opened.

Brittany: I still wanna take you out to dinner. How about Friday?"

Santana just stared at the text and sighed. She already knew she was going to agree to it, despite doing everything in her power to fight it. Emma opened her mouth to speak again.

"Santana, maybe you should just let this one go and move on?" She asked as carefully as she could, to not upset Santana more. She did only have Santana's best interest at heart. Santana sighed again.

"I can't. That's why I'm so fucking angry. I just… can't."

I know right? Who does Brittany think she is? I'm so sad I have to leave it like this.. Anyways, hope I haven't discouraged too many people now... next chap is their actual first date :)