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The first time Santana had kissed Brittany had been a few hours later, at Brittany's house. The blonde did indeed have a dance studio. Really it was a converted basement, but it was way cooler than Santana had expected. They had just finished Me Against the Music with costumes, and Santana was pretty sure that wasn't one the glee club was performing because it had Santana as one of the two lead vocals. She had slammed Brittany into the wall, one hand by the blonde's head.
"You're really hot."
"You're sweet."
"Kiss me."
Santana grinned. "Okay.
And she did.
The second time Santana had kissed Brittany had been a few seconds later when Brittany tangled her hand in Santana's hair a pulled her in for another kiss.
The third time Santana had kissed Brittany had been a week later, at a glee party that Puck was hosting. They were drunk, and Artie had been pestering Brittany about dating him. Again. Over the past week Santana had come to learn all about Brittany, including that Artie wanted to date her, but that Brittany didn't want to date him. She thought she might just give in to stop him from being all sad face. Santana had managed to convince her not to. But Artie was pestering, and Santana could see Brittany's resolve fading rapidly. So she straddled the blonde and shoved her tongue into Brittany's mouth. Brittany had moaned back, and Santana had forgotten why she was kissing Brittany in the first place. Aside from the fact that Brittany was smoking hot and a damn good kisser. That night had also been their fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh and eighth kiss. Then they had collapsed on each other due to too much alcohol.