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Summer Lovin'
Chapter Four

"This place has the most disturbing food that has ever slithered across my palate. I mean, what the fuck? Meatballs are not supposed to have the consistency of chunky pudding; and I'm damn sure spaghetti wasn't meant to stick together like a mass of mating worms."

Santana voiced her complaints loudly as she and Brittany trekked up the staircase. She wasn't sure what annoyed her more: The disgusting meals, or the fact that she had to make a journey of getting to her room. Six flights of stairs on a stomach full of something that could have been hatched from a witch's cauldron; yeah. That was her ideal camp experience. The rest of dinner, however, hadn't been nearly as disappointing. After all, she had rescued Brittany's sister from almost certain peril. She had been reminded of this when Rosie rushed her, thanking her repeatedly as her skinny arms wrapped around her torso. The smaller girl hadn't released her grip until Santana literally pried her off, mumbling 'It was nothing." multiple times to assuage her. As much as she tried to cover it, the Latina had never felt more proud of herself; saving a life was definitely something, even in her book. Her pride grew further under Brittany's gaze; one filled with gratitude and some other indescribable emotion. Not even a morbid meal could have completely soured her mood.

Brittany, however, was unaffected by the rancid dinner selection. She virtually skipped up the steps, as light on her feet as any well-trained dancer should have been.

"Santana, worms don't mate. They make babies by themselves. And I dunno. I kinda liked it. It reminded me of Lord Tubbington's cat food." The blonde said this with a small smile. Santana blanched, quirking an eyebrow at the taller girl. She was still unused to Brittany's eccentricities.

"You... you eat cat food?" Brittany glanced back at her almost guiltily.

"Only when I can get away with it. Just a spoonful or so. L. Tubbs gets pretty mad if he sees me do it. I'm afraid if he spots me one more time he'll take up smoking again just to get even..."

Santana was about to ask what the fuck Brittany was talking about, but she bit the words back and swallowed them with the mass of nasty spaghetti. She really didn't want to know. The rest of the stair climb passed in near silence with the exception of Brittany humming an airy tune as she hopped.

At long last, they reached the sixth floor and made their way into the room. Santana immediately sank onto her bed and began digging through her nightstand for a piece of gum. She needed to get the gritty taste out of her mouth. While searching, her mind wandered to earlier that evening, the memory still fresh in her mind.

Santana wasn't sure how to process it. One minute, she was being thanked for her selflessness, the next she was sobbing into the blonde's shoulder, spewing her emotions like a fire hydrant does water, and then... Santana blushed hotly as she retracted the gum from beneath her Camp Fun pamphlet. Then she had been kissed; and not merely in a friendly way. On top of that, Brittany had 'liked' it, it seemed, just as much as the Latina had. The kiss had been electrifying to say the very least; just the memory of it sent flames licking down Santana's spine to rest in her stomach, burning there like hot coals. She had to wonder, however, what exactly the blonde meant by it. Was it merely a 'thank you for saving my sister's life' kiss? Or something more?

Brittany had begun digging through her dresser, picking out a long sleeved gray top and a pair of jeans and tossing them onto her cot. The Latina slipped a stick of Juicy Fruit past her lips, relishing the sweet flavor, and watched the blonde with her head cocked to the side in slight confusion.

"Why are you changing?"

"The camp fire! I don't want to be cold... It is getting kind of dark out. Oooh! Can I have a piece?" She motioned to the yellow pack in Santana's hand. The Latina removed a stick of gum and handed it over to the taller girl, snickering as she stuffed it, wrapper and all, into her mouth.

"You need to take the wrapper off, Britt."

The blonde merely smiled, then fidgeted her lips, her face screwing up in concentration. After a few seconds, she poked out her tongue. Upon it was the wrapper, free of gum. Santana blinked, watching Brittany pick off the wrapper and toss it into the wastebasket. Santana nearly gaped. Thoughts of the blonde's dexterous tongue invaded her mind, the images causing her stomach to coil in hot knots. Santana's face flushed and her eyes glazed over as her brain succumbed to fantasy. Brittany, unaware of the effect she was having on her room mate, began to chomp noisily on her gum and move back to her bed. The sound shook Santana from her sexy reverie and she jerked her head, physically clearing the thoughts that fluttered there before she spoke.

"Why-... Why not just take the wrapper off?" The brunette inquired, rising to her feet and striding to her own dresser. She had to busy herself with something, anything, to keep her mind from straying into the gutter once again. She did so by picking out suitable clothing for the fire, which until Brittany had mentioned, she had forgotten about completely.

"'Cause the sugar on the wrapper tastes good! I do that with everything. Like Starburst!"

Santana turned, clothes in hand, just in time to get a full glimpse of Brittany's partially nude torso. Her face flushed a deeper shade of pink and she averted her eyes, swallowing the groan that rose in her throat. This girl is going to be the death of me.

Santana merely grunted, turning her back to the taller girl as she undressed. The less she saw of the blonde the better. Brittany finished clothing herself before Santana had even removed her pants and she sat on her bed, eyes raking the Latina's form unabashedly and abdomen churning heatedly.

The bonfire was the largest Santana had ever seen. Flames leapt to nearly fifteen feet in height at times and small embers dotted the sky surrounding it like angry fireflies. The size, however didn't heighten her enthusiasm. It was just as cheesy as movies had portrayed; the campers gathered around the fire, toasting marshmallows and singing Kumbaya until the disgruntled Latina thought her ears would bleed. Jeff was strumming on an old acoustic guitar, quite badly as it were, leading chorus after chorus of typical camp fire melodies and strange little anecdotes. The only thing that kept Santana at least mildly intrigued was her company.

Brittany seemed to be having the time of her life. She joined in the songs loudly and enthusiastically, clapping her hands and grinning like the Cheshire cat each time Jeff quickened the beat. She had already consumed more marshmallows than Santana had thought physically possible for a girl her size, and her mouth showed it; her lips were coated with sticky residue. The Latina would have felt slight revulsion had it been anyone else, but with the blonde, she couldn't help finding it endearing.

Rosie had established a new group of friends and was seated on the opposite side of the fire. When Santana wasn't watching Brittany's antics out of the corner of her eye, she was glancing at the younger girl to make sure she was having a good time as well. She certainly seemed to be, but the Latina was surprised when, during one of the times she looked over, Rosie was pointing at her, whispering excitedly to several young girls that had gathered around her. Santana guessed she was regaling the crowd with the story of her rescue. She rolled her eyes as some of the kids turned to look at her, gawking. At this, she returned her attention to Brittany, deciding at that point to ignore the adolescents.

Eventually, the rhythm of the campfire songs slowed and quieted; younger children began to tire and stalk off to bed while the once roaring fire simmered down along with the chatter that surrounded it. Brittany had apparently lost her sugar high, for her cheek was resting upon Santana's shoulder, eyes drooping shut. During the initial moments of this action, the Latina had stiffened, eyes widening. She had not expected the blonde to do such a thing, and was lost in both perplexity and pleasure. After a few moments of adjustment, however, Santana relaxed and merely went with the flow, her own eye lids slipping shut as she relished the feel of Brittany's breath warming her throat.

Jeff's guitar finally ceased it's terribly orchestrated strumming and he announced that it was time for bed. The next day, he promised, would be a 'doozy', so they should get some much needed sleep. Santana gently nudged a dozing Brittany and helped her to her feet, linking their pinkies to help the blonde retain balance as she led her to the building.

While climbing the stairs, the hold sleepiness had on Brittany slackened, and she began to giggle about how many marshmallows she had eaten and how much fun she had had. Santana merely nodded during pauses in the bubbly flow of words, her mind elsewhere. Mostly upon the last few minutes of the experience; and how warmth had enveloped her at the blonde's touch. It was all so new, so confusing. She had known in the past that her attraction toward females was stronger than what was considered normal, but this... this new feeling... it was beyond that of her previous 'crushes'. These thoughts consumed her until she undressed and slipped into bed, and still shortly after.

Brittany had been quite unaware of her friend's taciturn nature until they reached their dorm-like room. Only at that point, when she fell silent to remove her clothing and adorn herself in her pajamas, did she note that the Latina was obviously lost in thought. Brittany's eyebrows furrowed. Almost cautiously, she sidled up to Santana's cot and sat down upon it, gazing down at Santana, whose mind was obviously whirring.

"Hey... Whatcha thinking about?"

Santana, who hadn't realized that Brittany was next to her until that point, snapped her gaze in the direction of the soft voice, her cheeks flushing. Somehow the blonde always knew...

"Nothing, Britt. Just... stuff." Brittany was less than satisfied with the brunette's response. She relayed this by poking her friend's sheet-covered side, eyebrow quirked in a terrible attempt at mimicking Santana's incredulous expression.

"What kinda stuff?" She prodded, cocking her head. Santana sighed, jaw clenching with her fists that were hidden beneath her covers.

"Just, stuff, okay? Why do you insist on trying to read me like a goddamned book?" She regretted her outburst almost immediately, noting the shock and sheen of hurt that filled Brittany's baby blues. She softened, sighing and allowing her hands and jaw to relax. "I'm sorry, Britt... I'm just wound so tight. I didn't mean to snap at you."

Brittany nodded slowly, her confusion deepening. What could have the Latina so upset? A thought occurred to her and a frown turned her lips. Deftly, she lifted her fingers to Santana's hair and began stroking, the digits delving into thick locks.

"Is it... is it your mom?" she whispered, swallowing when she sensed the brunette tense once more. She was surprised, however, when Santana shook her head no and tilted her head upward to press into her palm, the tension receding as quickly as it had come.

The Latina's walls were crumbling yet again under Brittany's ministrations; it was almost instinctual. The blonde's strokes were so soft... so comforting. It was impossible not to crave more contact. So she craned her neck further still, urging Brittany's fingertips to slip downward. The blonde didn't quite pick up on her wishes, reading them as a silent plea for her to press harder. She did so, massaging the Latina's scalp. Santana hummed, not able to complain. It felt so good. Brittany attempted to wrest information from her again, more hesitantly this time.

"What is it, then? You're so quiet... You're not even complaining about having to go to the fire, like I thought you'd be."

Santana couldn't help but release a chuckle. How could the blonde know her so well already? The laughter died in her throat, however, when Brittany's hand began to stray down the back of her head and toward her neck, fingers tracing circular patterns through her roots. Instead, a barely audible moan passed her lips. The sound was lost on Brittany, but Santana's expression was not. She smirked softly, reading the pleasure in her features, and doubled her efforts, allowing her nails to brush against sensitized flesh. She questioned again, hoping Santana's guard was low enough.

"What are you thinking about?" The Latina sighed, eyelids fluttering.

"I was thinking about... about you kissing me earlier." Brittany's hand stilled for a moment, her eyebrows raising a fraction of an inch. "Why? Why did you do that?"

The blonde was silent for a moment, her fingers resuming their gait and pressure within the strands of Santana's hair before responding. She did so with a soft smile.

"If you think I kissed you just because you saved Rosie... You're wrong." Santana's eyes shot open, the mocha irises searching Brittany's own. She was taken aback when the eyes she was staring into began to near her own, and more still when soft warmth pressed down upon her lips. Brittany was kissing her again; just a peck, she noted as the blonde pulled away, but a kiss nonetheless. Her heart swelled, her thoughts frozen. Brittany continued talking as if nothing had happened. "I would have kissed you eventually, anyway."

Santana's brain was working overtime. Questions and comments bubbled within it, all culminating into one word that she spoke breathlessly and sharply.

"Why?"

Brittany merely grinned. With the hand that was splayed in Santana's hair, she lifted the Latina's head, her mouth coming down once again to caress her's. At that point, Santana's mind shut down. All she knew was the feel of Brittany's lips upon her own.

Brittany grasped a handful of the brunette locks, gripping with moderate strength as she pressed herself into the kiss with vigor. She wanted to make it perfectly clear to the Latina that this gesture was far from being friendly. Her lips moved steadily and forcefully against Santana's thicker ones, and she delighted when said lips began working with equal fervor beneath her own. Her eyes had slipped shut, and her other hand roamed the smooth contours of the shorter girl's neck and jawline, her heart swelling when the Latina shivered against the scrape of fingernails upon flesh. Santana moaned softly, and Brittany took advantage of her momentarily open mouth and extended her tongue until it peeked between her lips, drawing it languidly across the velvet interior of the Latina's lower one. The blonde hummed at the sweet taste, and dipped her pink muscle deeper, prodding at Santana's own tongue enticingly. The brunette rose to the challenge, sweeping her slick flesh against the intruder; circling it and then sucking upon the tip, drawing it further in past her teeth.

Brittany released a low groan, her fingers tightening of their own accord in Santana's hair. Her abdomen was coiled tight and hot, and slick wetness was beginning to permeate the thin layer of cloth that cupped her nether regions. Santana's reaction was equally, if not more, intense. Her hips had begin to squirm on the sheets, searching for some sort of friction to ease the fire that scalded her core. Unfortunately for her, contact did not come.

"Allllright, campers!" The loudspeakers crackled and shrieked, causing both girls to leap upright. Santana's forehead collided with Brittany's cheek bone and they groaned their pain simultaneously, falling backward and clutching the offending body part. "Its lights out! Everyone get in your sacks! The counselors are gonna come around and make sure y'all's eyes are shut! Tomorrow is yet another fun filled day! 'Nighty night!"

"Fuck you, Jeff!" Santana called out harshly, her face screwed up in frustration. "That asshole has the worst timing..." Brittany nodded her agreement, whimpering as she rubbed her aching cheek.

"Definitely. I think I'm gonna bruise." Santana sat up, sighing and allowing her hand to replace Brittany's on her face.

"You alright?"

"Yeah, I guess. It was Jeff's fault. Who screams goodnight at people? Shouldn't you like... whisper it?" Santana chuckled, nodding.

"That's what I assumed. Anyway... if counselors are gonna come around, I guess we should... ya'know... get into our own beds." She cleared her throat, flushing lightly as Brittany grinned sheepishly. The blonde rose, then as an afterthought, dipped down and pressed her lips against Santana's one more time.

"By the way... I kissed you because I like you." Without another word, Brittany moved to her cot and slipped under her covers, rolling to face the wall. Santana blinked almost comically, her lips parted as if she were going to speak. Eventually, she lay down, snuggling beneath her sheets. After a while, when she heard Brittany's soft breathing slow and deepen, she sighed and placed her hands behind her head, eyes searching the darkness of the ceiling.

"Yeah... I like you too, Britt."

Brittany smiled softly, doing her best to continue mimicking sleep until she finally fell into it; dreams laced with soft kisses and deep, mocha eyes.

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