Oh... My... God you do not know how sorry I am...
I feel bad... But anywho I have been so sidetracked recently I didn't even know how to get back on the track! It was as if everything just decided to throw it's self at me :(
Please enjoy and I promise more quick updates!
Santana pulled up on the curb outside Brittany's house, trying to peel her fingers out of their vice grip on the steering wheel. She got out and straightened herself and with a final deep breath she knocked on the door politely and waited.
Brittany had stayed waiting on the bottom of the stairs. It did make her seem pretty odd but no one was watching and she was nervous so she was above caring. She heard knuckles make contact with the wooden part of her front door. She stood up and patted her dress down and tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear. Her hand instinctively reached for the door handle, the door opened to reveal the girl of her dreams.
Santana stood in front of Brittany trying to exude as much confidence as she possibly could. She took in the beauty before and had to make conscious effort to keep her jaw from not dropping. Brittany was wearing a cute little blue number which showed off her incredible legs and perfectly sculpted body. The silence edged on.
Brittany was speechless. There were literally no words in her mind at that moment in time. It was like the dictionary part of her brain was set on fire by Santana's, for lack of a better word, hotness. She wore a pair of skinny jeans and a simply white shirt, which was belted at the waist to show off her figure. She also had heels on to add to the length of her beautiful legs.
"Hi." Brittany said with a small attempted wave.
"Hi yourself, you look beautiful."
Brittany blushed and became flustered as Santana simply smirked to herself. The Latina was pretty sure she already had this in the bag, but it didn't hurt to still make an effort, she thought as she held the car door for Brittany.
They drove with the radio on to combat, in Santana's view, against the inevitable silence but low and behold they both couldn't stop talking. Santana had never felt comfortable in the company of strangers, in Brittany's case she used the term lightly. She always felt like she had to keep her front up because in her neighbourhood anyone could be out to get her.
Brittany made sure to keep everything flowing smoothly, but she found that Santana was easier to talk to then she had first anticipated. They pulled up to one of Santana's favourite restaurants and she raced around to the passenger door to open it for Brittany, who could feel her cheeks reddening at the gesture.
Santana had arranged the best seats in the house; they were out on the terrace overlooking a beautiful sun setting over the sea.
"This is pretty impressive for a first date." Brittany commented sweetly.
"I try, I try." The other women waved off.
They both sat simply taking in everything going on around them, and still managed to be completely enthralled with each other. Santana could not have been more excited about the prospect of getting to know the girl in front of her; she took in every inch of her company. Brittany really was stunning and those eyes were plain piercing.
Brittany still felt jittery. Her hands were glued to the table in an effort to get them to stop shaking as she feigned tranquillity. She had never quite had anything like this before, someone as interesting as Santana. Previously it had only been collage boys and only one girl, her first experiment. That 'experiment' showed her that guys really weren't worth her time and so she promptly announced to anyone who would listen that she was gay.
Both women ordered and got into a steady rhythm of relaxing conversation. They had back and forth questioning until they're food arrived. The meal on a whole went down a treat and there were smiles all around from the start of the night to the end.
Santana paid the bill after insisting that Brittany was being crazy to think that she'd be paying.
"There's a beach not far from here, do you wanna go for a walk?" Santana suggested.
"That'd be nice." The blonde smiled looping her arm in Santana's.
They strolled down the pavement together until they reached the quiet little stretch of sand. Santana took a few quicker steps and turned in front of Brittany to face her.
"Come sit with me."
"But I'm in a dress, I do not want sand in my... you know." Brittany tried to explain.
"I get it, just gimme one second."
Santana unbuckled her belt and threw it on the sand. She then took off her shirt and without hesitation placed on the ground for Brittany to sit on. She stood in her tank top waiting for her to sit down.
"I can't sit on your shirt Santana."
"Please, I want you to." The brunette pleaded.
Brittany stood still for a beat and then made her way over. She took off her shoes and allowed the sand to dance against her feet. She sat on the shirt and let the sea breeze brush through her hair. Santana went to sit on the sand before Brittany stopped her.
"Sit here." She patted the space in front of her.
The Latina smiled to herself and nestled between the tall dancers toned legs. She felt arms wrap around her waist before one moved to her shoulder. Brittany had spotted an imperfection in Santana's otherwise flawless skin. She ran her thumb over the circular mark and felt the body in front of her shift.
"What is it?" Brittany asked fearfully.
"A story for the second date." The brunette answered coolly.
Brittany decided to leave the obviously touchy topic and just enjoy the feeling of her arms being around the most amazing and fierce lady she'd ever met. She held on a little bit tighter and placed her head on the smaller girls shoulder.
Santana loved the sensation of strong arms around her. It was as if the usual roles had been reversed. Normally it was her; she was one cuddling whatever girl had caught her eye at the time. As for the boys, they were few and far between, because what guy wants a gang leader girlfriend? None.
"It's coming up to eleven, I should probably get you home."
"Do we have to?" Brittany whined in a child's tone.
Santana chuckled and nodded. She stood up and helped the blonde into standing. She then grabbed her shirt and dusted it off before taking Brittany's hand in her own and walking her back towards the restaurants parking lot and the car.
Brittany looked out the window for most of the journey home. She was thinking. She was thinking of how lucky she was that Santana had just appeared in her life. She was attentive, brave and drop dead gorgeous. What secret lottery had she won?
Santana had looked from the road to Brittany a couple of times. Her stare was distant and her face was kind of scrunched deep in thought. It worried Santana a little bit.
"What's wrong?" She ventured.
"Oh... uh nothing." Brittany was dragged back from her thoughts. "Just tired I think, it's been a crazy couple of days."
"Everything will settle down." She reached her hand out to find Brittany's and squeezed it reassuringly. "I promise."
"Thanks." A smile graced her lips.
They sat in a comfortable silence for the rest of the trip as Santana decided to let Brittany continue to think about whatever was on her mind.
"Here we are." Santana announced as the car pulled to a stop outside Brittany's house.
They both got out of the car, after Brittany insisted that she could open her own door. The blonde then laced her fingers in Santana's as she walked her to the door. Brittany unlocked the door and turned to face Santana.
"So..." Santana started.
"No coffee on the first date I'm afraid." The dancer smirked.
"Ouch, but ok."
"But I'll totally let you kiss me."
"I guess that will have to do." Santana said with mock disappointment.
They waited for a moment before Santana leaned closer followed by Brittany slight movement. They were only centimetres apart and Brittany could feel hot breath edging nearer. The anticipation was killing her. Then their lips met. Not in a fiery passionate way as she had expected, but in a cute and gentle manner which made her heart melt.
Santana had closed her eyes and hoped for the best in truth. She doesn't do romantic; she does wild and life threatening. But after thinking about it, if this was 'romantic' then she could get used to it. She cupped Brittany cheek softly and caressed it as their lips kept the sweet contact.
They broke away and continued smiling at each other.
"So, I'll see you soon right? I wanna hear that second date story."
The brunette thought she'd forgotten but no, she was definitely sharper then first perceived. "Yea, I'll stop by tomorrow."
"Sounds perfect." With one last smile and leaving a peck on Santana's cheek, Brittany hurried herself inside.
Santana stood for a minute before making her way back to the car. She was pretty sure after that kiss that she'd forgotten how to drive so instead she sat and rested her head against the wheel. What story could she possibly make up for a gunshot wound to the shoulder?
Brittany jumped around her house for at least twenty minutes in her own little world. She then skipped up to her room to take off her makeup and ready herself for bed. She looked out the window and watched as Santana peeled away into the distance.
Santana had finally refreshed her brain and drove homeward. She entered her house and was welcomed with the usually rowdiness.
"I want details right now." Puck demanded jovially.
"Yea, cause that's gonna happen. I'm hitting the hay; I'll see you in the morning."
"Whatever, you're gonna tell me tomorrow." He called after her up the stairs.
Santana sighed knowing that she probably would end up telling him everything, she always did. She changed and snuggled into her bed. What to do for a second date with her...
So what are we doing for the second date? You know something crazy's gonna happen! REVIEW