The sun was shining directly into Santana's face through one of the rooms upstairs in Puck's dads house. She stirred awake, rubbing her eyes and squinting, trying to take in her surroundings. Where the hell am I? Santana racked her brain for any sign of what she got herself into the night before. Flashbacks of Quinn and Mercedes' faces during their pre-game shots and Sam dancing on tables caused a chuckle to escape from her throat. She skipped hours as her memory cascaded from inside to outside and back inside over countless faces, only a few of which she remembered the names to. Brittany. Santana whipped her head around the room. Two red solo cups of water sat on the bed side table, and a wrinkle in the bed next to her, proof she hadn't been alone last night.
"Dammit Santana, you really need to stop doing this to yourself.." She mumbled to herself, recalling the last time she woke up with a hangover after spending the night with a girl. Santana's stomach began to hurt. Where was the girl she had spent the night with. She had no last name, no phone number to go looking for her. Santana felt empty without her already. "Fuuuuuuuuck." She dropped her face back into the pillows.
Not knowing what time it was or knowing where anyone else was, she decided to clean herself up and try to piece last night together. Santana slid her body off the bed and slumped towards the bathroom door across the room. She tried the door but it was locked. Santana's heart began to race. "Brittany?"
Mercedes popped her head out from behind the door, eye brow raised. "Is that why Quinn came to find me puffy eyed and pissed as all hell?"
"Wha...? Quinn? But Brittany? What do you know about last night Cedes?" Santana half confused about last night, half shocked Mercedes hinted at knowing about her blue moon fling with Quinn over the past two years.
"San, I've known Quinn has a thing for you, since forever ok. And I also know you entertained her for a while, but," Mercedes paused and sighed, "She's really heart broken after what you did to her last night."
"What? I was out front when I met Brittany last night. I didn't even talk to Quinn until she came barging in on us!" Santana's face was crumpled into an angry confusion.
"Whoa, I don't need your details girl. I meant before that."
"Oh nothing happened between us Mercedes, relax. I'm not even into girls..." Santana scoffed, only registering the first part of Mercedes' reply.
"Oh puh-lease!" Santana's best friend pushed the door open and pointed at Santana. "I've seen the hickeys on you and Quinn's necks after sleepovers and Quinn let it slip last year that she was in love with you. Not to mention I walked in on you two making out in the bathroom last night...Are we joking here? Have you met me?" Mercedes was referring to her know-all-drama-radar, but Santana was in complete information over load shock.
"Wait, Cedes.. what did you just say?" Santana's heart began to pick up it's pace.
Mercedes saw the look of pure fear in Santana's eyes. "You really don't remember, do you Santana?"
Tears clouded Santana's eyes as she backed up into the bed. She covered her face and said almost too quietly for Mercedes to hear, "Oh my God, what did I do?"
"One, two, three..." Heads tilted back and the sound of shot glasses hit the table. Puck had invited all of the old McKinley crew over early to pre-game at his dad's place.
"Man, I missed you guys. Nothing like a family reunion to kick off the best summer Lima has ever witnessed!" Puck slapped Finn and Blaine on their backs as he talked. "I know I'm about as giddy as Santana and Quinn were the first time I brought them home with me, but I'm so stoked that you guys are meeting the kids from L.A.A. tonight!"
Santana and Quinn both started to object when he gathered them both up, one in each arm and said, "I'm just kidding you guys. I love you both, and I'm sorry for the shit I put us all through."
"Woooow, caveman knows the word 'sorry' and he actually used it in a sentence correctly," Santana jibbed at him.
Everyone in the kitchen laughed at Santana's smart mouth and then Quinn spoke up, "It's water under the bridge Puck. I'm sure we've all gotten over that."
Cheers and hollers went around the kitchen, Blaine and Mercedes cheering, "Amen to that!" and "Finally!" after Quinn's voice settled.
The group migrated outside to barbecue and chat before the rest of their friends arrived. "This is gonna be a major rager Puckerman," Finn called over to Puck behind the grill.
"Yeah Puck, what's the final head count for tonight?" Sam asked, although the only person he really wanted to see was already there.
"We've got about forty-eight for sure's from McKinley, not including us," Sam's secret crush spoke up. "And Puck you've got another fifty or so coming from L.A.A. right? Mercedes finished, directed her words towards Puck also.
"Yup, that's the plan. We've got three coolers of beer out here," Puck said pointing against the wall in front of him, "Thanks guys for pitching in by the way. And the fridge in the kitchen is stacked full of jello shots. We've got a keg tapped out here, and three spares in the garage. Oh and don't forget that all of your personal bottles and mixers are labeled and are pad locked in the freezer and fridge in the garage also. What's the code again?"
"Sixty-nine, sixty-nine!" The whole chorused together, some still amused by his joke, and some exhausted by it.
The old gang sat around eating hamburgers and hot dogs, sipping their beers, preparing for their crazy night. By the time the sun started to set and the first round of people from McKinley had come by, the crew was already three shots and about two beers or mixed drinks deep.
"Let the games begin!" Puck hollered through the house as he ran to grab the front door.
"Ayyyye Pucker-MAN!" A large group of Puck, Sam and Finn's football buddies and their girlfriends filed through the door.
"Yeah buddy! Everyone's out back. There's a keg and beer pong is being set up already!" Puck motioned through the foyer. "Just through the kitchen and straight back to the sliding door."
Over the next half hour, Puck's dads place was crawling with teenagers. The house was already full of bodies as loud music was blaring through the surround sound speakers. Everyone had migrated back inside to say hello to everyone after a while. Pucks first round of L.A.A buddies rolled through next. He popped his head into the kitchen, laughing at watching Sam try to swallow his first ever jello shot.
"I thought that huge mouth of yours mighta helped you out, but I guess not," Santana laughed as she playfully joked to her blonde friend. Tonight Santana decided tonight was not the night to add a harsh tone to her words. These were her friends, her best friends. Tonight was about celebrating and appreciating them.
"Hey guys this is Mike, Tina and Kurt." Puck pointed to each of them as he said their names. Mike and Tina, who were holding hands, dropped from the lock and separated to hug and do the 'man handshake' with the new Mckinley crowd they were meeting. Kurt hung back, obviously a little more shy than the Asian couple.
Blaine had noticed and scooted around the others to try to make him feel welcome. "Hi, I'm Blaine, I go to McKinley."
"Kurt Hummel," Kurt repeated his name for Blaine. "I graduated with Puck at L.A.A," Kurt suddenly spotted Finn and smiled, "And this guy also works in my dad's garage."
"Sup dude!" Finn beamed back at Kurt. "I asked Puck if you were coming and he said he didn't know. I woulda brought you with me if I knew!"
Tina over hearing their conversation chimed in, "He wasn't going to, but we dragged him out because we knew he wouldn't have brought himself... Hi, I'm Tina."
"Blaine."
"Finn." Both boys introduced themselves before immersing back into the conversation.
Over the next fifteen minutes of so it had become apparent that Quinn and Santana were cuffed together. Neither one really moving too far from the other's side. At certain points they weren't even talking to the same people or each other, but they never broke the invisible tie between them. The more the alcohol flowed, the touchier they got with one another. Soon Santana had linked her index finger with Quinn's pinky and was gently swinging their hands back and forth. Mercedes eyed Quinn, her left eyebrow raised unusually high. Quinn just blushed and shrugged, turning back to her conversation with Blaine and Kurt.
"Shotsssss!" Puck announced to his friends in the kitchen.
He and Mike poured out ten shots of Patron into various shot glasses on the counter. "One more Mike!" Puck yelled as he hugged a new comer. "Guys this is Rachel!" He mass introduced the short brunette to the crowd.
"Hey Rachel, I'm Blaine," He reached in to kiss her on the cheek.
"You already know Tike and Kurt, this is my best bud from way back when," Puck gestured towards Finn.
"Finn Hudson," Finn's eyes beaming at the beautiful young woman.
"Santana!" Mercedes reprimanded and Quinn giggled as Santana had tossed a napkin in front of her mouth, pretending to vomit.
"What? Finn makes me gag." She said matter-of-factly. "But I love ya big guy," she softened up, remembering she promised herself no Snix tonight.
"Hi, I'm Santana," she reached in to shake Rachel's hand.
"Quinn, Sam and Mercedes." Quinn pointed at the pair. Sam had turned his attention towards Mercedes. Seconds later the two waved as Santana pushed Sam to snap him back in their direction.
"Nice to finally met all of you guys! Now what is this I heard about a shot?" Rachel leaned in and lifted a shot glass off the counter.
"To the 2012 graduates of Lima, Ohio, and to the best friends a guy could have!"
The group raised their glasses and squished their faces together as the liquor stung their throats. Everyone reached for a lime or chased it with the drink their hand.
The night progressed quickly as the group broke apart, dancing in the living room or playing beer pong out back. Santana pulled Quinn into the living room, "Let's daaance Q!" Santana was already beyond buzzed and pulled Quinn close to her body dancing in front of her. Quinn laughed, feeling like this was the night she had been waiting to redo for almost three years. Santana spun into Quinn's body sliding her backside into the lower curve of Quinn's hips. She sang out the Neon Tree lyrics to Animal playing ear shatteringly loud over the speakers.
Here we are again
I feel the chemicals kickin' in
It's getting heavy
And I wanna run
And hide
I wanna run and hide
I do it every time
You're killin' me now
And I won't be
Denied by you
The animal inside of you
Santana was pulling faces and throwing in arm motions to perform the song for Quinn. Quinn's smile beamed into Santana's singing face. She's so unbelievably adorable when she's singing. And she's singing...to me. Quinn laughed and started to sing along with Santana.
Oh oh
I want some more
Oh oh
What are you waiting for
Take a bite of my heart tonight
Oh oh
I want some more
Oh oh
What are you waiting for
What are you waiting for
Say goodbye to my heart tonight
Santana bounced her body with Quinn's through the song, feeling like she'd never been so pumped to be dancing. She linked her hand with Quinn's and held them above their heads, swaying her hips back and forth. She twisted Quinn in front of her and smiled into her eyes, singing the lyrics to her. Quinn blushed and sang along, Santana not noticing the heat on their cheeks. When the song was finished Quinn pulled on Santana, "I need some air after that performance Lopez."
Santana gave her signature head tilted back laugh and followed Quinn to the side door. They walked around the grass towards the garage. "Hey ladies," a strong sultry voice called from the dark.
The girls jumped. "Puck you idiot, you scared us." Santana swung her palm at Puck, not even getting close to contact. Quinn and Puck laughed and he nodded his head towards the garage. "You guys wanna smoke? We're gonna play Never Have I Ever, Puck Pass Pass version." Puck grinned at the clever name he gave the game just then.
"Uh YEAH!" Santana was always down to party hard. "Who else is in there?"
"The boys minus Sam, Tike, Kurt and Rachel so far." Puck recalled.
"Quinn text Mercedes to bring Sam in and we'll all have a McKinley, L.A.A mash up!" Santana was practically peeing in her pants in excitement.
"Yeah Q, tell em' to just pop around back when they're done making out. Awww too bad Artie and B aren't here yet. Girl get cray on the weed." Puck had mentioned one more couple was coming from L.A.A. but they had yet to show up, at least Puck hadn't found them to introduce them yet. "I'll text them and see where they're at, head inside ladies.."
Santana lead Quinn inside and found the group scattered on an old love seat, an old couch, a couple of old recliners and a bunch of lawn chairs. "Nice set up Puckerman.." Quinn laughed at Santana's remark. They took a seat on the love seat ,snuggled up next to each other. Puck closed the door behind him and looked in the tool box on the shelf next to it. The bunch chatted and laughed, getting along quite well for such a big diverse group of kids. "Before we start, I just have to warn you guys...This is the best set of plants to date. This might fuck you guys up!" Puck lit the brown stick in his hands and puffed it until it was evenly lit.
Everyone hooted and hollered, clapping their hands at Puck. Mercedes and Sam came in and the room hollered again. "OOOhhh la la!"
Everyone had a good laugh and then Puck was off once again. "Ok rules, everyone starts with ten fingers. You have to be honest. You've done it, a finger goes down, NO exceptions. If you need to make a challenge, you must explain yourself to me. House rules. We will then vote as a group to decide if the finger stays or goes. Oldest grad first!"
The order was Puck, Finn, Santana, Quinn, Mike, Sam, Rachel, Tina, Kurt, Mercedes then Blaine. Everyone situated in order moving the furniture to sit in a circle. Puck fired his first shot, "Never have I ever puked from drinking!" Half the rooms first finger went down and Puck passed the blunt. Finn was up next. He inhaled from the stick and spoke after he coughed out the smoke, "Uhhhm, Never have I ever been arrested!" Santana and Puck were the only two to put fingers down. Everyone from McKinley broke into hysterics knowing that although Puck had been arrested a few times, Santana had only been caught once, with Puck.
"Fuck you guys," Santana had a huge grin on her face. "It was one time," she explained the situation about getting caught skinny dipping with Puck in a random back yard pool one summer night to the L.A.A. kids.
She dragged hard on the blunt, not even coughing as she exhaled. "Never have I ever showered with anyone..." Puck, down two. Quinn, down two. Tike, down one each. Blaine, down two. Santana nudged Quinn who was eyeing Puck. "You dirty girl Quinn Fabray!" Quinn blushed hard and grabbed the rolled paper from Santana's hand. She inhaled thinking of her question. "Never have I ever told someone I was in love with them." Tike, another one down each. Rachel, first finger down. Blaine, third finger down.
The weed went around the room, hearing personal attacks from their friends,things started to get interesting. Things started getting dirty by the time Santana's third time came around. "Never have I ever given a blow job." She puffed out the rest of the smoke, hearing rebuttals from a few in the room. "Bullshit Lopez!"
Puck stepped in. "Santana? Are we being completely honest here?"
"Ok seriously, fuck you guys!" Santana was laughing. "I've never had a dick in my mouth, is that so hard to believe?"
Puck spoke again. "Ok, ok, we'll believe you this time. Fingers down." Tina, down one more. Mercedes, down one. Blaine, down one. Everyone shot him a look.
"What? It's not like you guys didn't know!" Blaine said. Everyone laughed again moving on to pay attention to Quinn. Blaine blushed at Kurt, who he had caught staring at him.
"Never have I ever had sex not in a bed." Groans echoed from around the room, knocking Mike and Tina out of the game to join Puck and Mercedes, and left only Blaine with one finger, Sam with two, Santana with two and Finn with three. Rachel and Kurt, the goodie goodies were left with five a piece. As everyone looked around to take count of everyone else's fingers, the blunt burnt out and ashed in the cigarette tray on the coffee table in the middle. Santana whispered into Quinn's ears. "Wanna change that tonight?"
Both girls were beyond intoxicated at this point, along with pretty much everyone else in the room. Quinn squirmed in her seat, just looking lustfully into Santana's eyes. The majority of the group was knocked out by the end of the round, leaving only Rachel and Kurt. Those two in particular were asking rather boring questions and the group gave up on the game, calling it a tie as to not have to endure another hour of broadway musical questions.
While the gang sat around, saggy eyed and slurring words, standing to stretch their legs or mix new drinks, Santana pulled Quinn as discreetly from the garage as possible. She pulled the blonde into the house and into the laundry room. Santana closed the door behind them and instantly turned on Quinn. The close proximity of the pair all night had set Santana on fire once the alcohol started running through her veins. She still loved Quinn deeply and although she didn't love her the way she did two years ago when they broke each other's hearts, she still found Quinn extremely attractive. Santana spun and wrapped her arms around Quinn, kissing her suddenly. Quinn melted instantly into the kiss, her hands tangling in Santana's long dark brown, almost black, hair. Their lips parted and their tongues danced as their passion for each other grew. Santana lifted Quinn onto the drier and stepped between her legs, looking into her beautiful green eyes. Quinn smiled down at her, and cupped her hands on Santana's flushed cheeks. Quinn leaned in to kiss Santana when they heard voices on the other side of the door, foreshadowing the burst of their cross-faded friends through the door. Santana picked Quinn up off the drier and opened the next door to the bathroom. She fumbled with the lock on the door behind her and set Quinn down next to the sink on the flat portion of the countertop. God she's so fucking beautiful. "God Quinn, you're so fucking beautiful." Santana was too faded to restrain herself. Quinn just smiled into Santana's lips, igniting the lust between them once more. Santana's hands slowly slid up Quinn's thighs under her high wasted skirt. "I always love when you wear these skirts.." Santana mumbled into Quinn's neck between kisses and sweeps of her tongue.
"And why is that?" Quinn moaned back. She was turning into jelly at the mercy of Santana's hands.
"You just look so cute in them." Santana leaned her head back and gave Quinn a genuine compliment, not clouded by the alcohol, weed, or her lust. Quinn blushed, seeing Santana let her walls down with her once again. Quinn kissed Santana hard on the lips and pulled away. "That and I can fuck you just how I want to..." The husk in Santana's voice made Quinn wet instantly, as if she hadn't already soaked through her underwear.
"Oh God Santana..." Quinn tilted her head back and moaned as Santana's fingers ran over the wet spot. Santana hooked her fingers around the lace waistband and tugged them down Quinn's thighs. Quinn barely managed to lift her hips off the counter before Santana had them around her ankles. Santana breathed hot air through Quinn's shirt, which was tucked into her skirt. Quinn dug her nails into the flesh on the back of Santana's neck as Santana ran her fingers over Quinn's slippery lips. Santana moaned into Quinn's stomach as she felt Quinn scratch her neck in pure pleasure. Santana inserted a finger into Quinn. Quinn gasped and bucked her hips towards the girl below her. Santana felt the moisture around her palm increase and she trust another finger to join her first. Quinn moaned louder with every trust Santana was giving her. Santana breathed harder, "God Quinn..." she curved her fingers upward towards Quinn's belly button.
"UUUHHHHHH!" Quinn crumpled onto Santana's shoulder and bit into her neck. Santana felt her knees start to get weak. She pumped faster, fingers still curved onto Quinn's sweet spot. "Right there Santana, right th..." Quinn moaned into her ear.
Santana was on fire, lusting after Quinn's orgasm. "Uuuhh, come for me Quinn. Come for me baby.." With one final thrust Quinn was thrown over the edge, her insides clamping around Santana's fingers. Quinn tightened her grip on the hair behind Santana's neck and rode out the most intense wave of pleasure she had ever felt. Santana held her position until Quinn's body went slack in front of her, a smirk washing over her face. Santana stood to kiss Quinn on the lips, licking at Quinn's mouth. Quinn kissed back feverishly, still wanting to taste the lust in Santana's mouth. Quinn pulled away to speak and Santana, not missing a beat, slide to suck on the red mark she had left on Quinn's neck earlier. Quinn almost let words slip out, but a tiny moan beat her to it. She tried again, "Santana, I-I need...Ohhhhh." Quinn shook her head once to clear her thoughts. "Slope, I'm in lo..."
The bathroom door flew open. Santana was too far gone to notice right away and kept working on Quinn's neck. Feeling Quinn go stiff again, Santana pulled her head back, catching a glimpse of another person in the room with them. Quinn immediately shoved Santana backwards away from her and ran from the bathroom. Santana hit the wall behind her and slumped with a thud to the floor. "Quinn, wait.." Santana heard the mystery voice disappear after the blonde. Santana shocked, confused and terribly off balance sat on the floor, leaned her head back against the wall and closed her eyes.
Mercedes caught up with Quinn outside the garage in the dim lit grassy area. "Quinn, are you ok? I'm sorry I just barged in like that." Mercedes reached for Quinn's arm.
Quinn accepted Mercedes' stability against her arms. "Oh God, I'm sorry Mercedes. I never meant for you to see any of that." Quinn's eyes were filled with tears.
"Quinn, you've got nothing to be sorry about. It's not like it's a secret you two love each other. I-I.." Mercedes looked at the ground, obviously apprehensive with what she was going to say next. "I just don't want you to get hurt Quinn..."
Quinn put her face in her hands. "I'm still in love with her Mercedes."
Mercedes already knowing this, pulled Quinn into an embrace. They stood outside for a few minutes. Quinn not crying for very long, turned to Mercedes face to ask her a question. "Do you think she loves me back?"
"I know she does Quinn, and so do you. But Santana is just so guarded. Some days I see her look at you like she's never seen you before, full of love and adoration. And some days I see her eyes drift right on by, seeking the next big thing. She's always been scared to show her true feelings to us, you know that first hand. I honestly just don't know where she's at Q."
Quinn sighed. "I know this is partially my fault. I didn't speak up when I had the chance two years ago. I was the one who was too scared to find out where it would go, yet I'm always the one to give in to her if she comes looking for me. I should have stuck by my decision to end things for good."
"The heart wants what the heart wants Quinn. You can't always help that you love her so much. And maybe she just can't help it either.." Mercedes thought she made a nice even argument to ease Quinn's mind. She acknowledged enough of Santana's tenderness to settle Quinn, but gently reminded her of how sporadically Santana jumped ship. "Just be careful with her Quinn. You both mean the world to me. You're my best friends, and I don't want either of you hurting, especially because of each other."
Quinn took Mercedes hands in hers. She laid her head on Mercedes' shoulder before thanking her. "It's so nice to finally have someone to talk to about all of this... Santana stuff."
"Girl you know I'm always here for you. You never needed to hide it from me, but at least now you know you can talk to me," Mercedes leaned in to make close eye contact with the emerald green eyes, "any time Quinn. You hear me?" The girls hugged and joked about Quinn's once a week hysterics checklist. "Come on let's grab another drink."
Santana popped her eyes open when she heard a loud knocking at the door. "Hello? Are you almost done? I'm gonna pee myself out here!" Rachel's voice filled the bathroom. What the fuck man?
"Yeah! Keep your pleats on kid." Santana stood up gingerly, confused about why she was sleeping on the bathroom floor. She wet a hand towel and fixed her make-up. Tossing the towel onto the counter she turned, opening the door. "All yours midget." Santana pushed past the short brunette wearing the most offended face she had experienced to date.
Santana looked around for any sign of someone she knew. Who the hell left me in there? Puck... She pushed her way into the kitchen. Not seeing any sign of the mohawk, she slid into the foyer, taking the long way out into the back yard. Ironically, Quinn and Mercedes just entered as Santana turned her back to walk around, just missing each other. Story of their lives.
Santana burst into the fresh air, slamming the glass door behind her. The muffled music cleared her head a little more. She heard ton's of people splashing in the pool on the other side of the bushes. She spotted Puck by the fire pit where they had, had their barbecue earlier. "Hey Puck! What the hell?"
"Hey Lopez! Long time." Santana smacked him hard. "What the fuck Santana, you're crazy." Puck looked pretty upset. Santana pulled him away from the crowd into a less populated grass spot.
"How could you just leave me in the bathroom like that? You're such an asshole!" Santana snapped at him.
Puck's face pulled in towards itself, getting a little tighter, "What the fuck are you talking about? I haven't seen you since the garage homie." He softened by the end of his sentence, never forgetting how cute Santana got, even when she was Hulking out on someone.
Santana was caught with her pants down. "Wha? Then who was I with?"
Puck shrugged. "Everyone just kinda did their own thing after Kurt and Berry started asking broadway questions. I didn't even see you leave. Maybe you just got sick and took a nap." Puck laughed, knowing that was something Santana had done once before. "Or maybe you put yourself to sleep, you know? A little uh-huh uh-huh with yourself." Puck raised his eyebrows.
"Shut up, you're a dick." Santana sighed relief, believing maybe she really had just gotten sick and fell asleep. "Sorry about hitting you by the way. Got a cigarette? I need ta chill a bit."
"No problem Santana, wouldn't be the first time you hit this. Here, last one." Puck pulled out some matches from his pocket and a cigarette from behind his ear.
Santana just rolled her eyes and snatched the matches and his last cigarette. "Thanks, I'll see you in a bit." Santana turned and walked around the outside of the house, not wanting to deal with the insanely loud crowd inside.
There was a small knock at the bedroom door before it quietly cracked open. A round butt covered in short frayed denim made it's way in followed by a tall blonde carrying two cups of coffee. "Oh, sorry. I didn't know anyone else was in here. Well I figured Santana would be in here but...Uh here," Brittany handed a cup of coffee to Santana and offered the one meant for herself to Mercedes. "Three sugars, three cream. That's how I like mine," Brittany said to Mercedes still holding out her hand towards her. "I hope you don't mind, I like it sweet."
"Oh I'm fine, thank you though. I'll get outta here and leave you two. Sam's probably waiting for me to come down to go to breakfast anyway. Call me later Santana." Mercedes raised her eyebrows at Santana as if to ask 'Okay?' Santana nodded and said, "Thanks Mercedes. I'll see you later, have fun ok?" Before she turned back into the bathroom, Mercedes mouthed something about Quinn to Santana. Santana didn't quite get it the first time around. Brittany catching that they were trying to finish the conversation she had walked into, turned her back to close the door. Mercedes smiled at the blondes' gesture and mouthed again to Santana, even daring to whisper a bit. "Don't try to call her. Just give her some time ok?" Santana gave a sad nod. "We'll talk later ok?" Mercedes voice audible to everyone this time, trying to relax Santana's nerves a bit. With that she turned and went through to the opposite side of the joint bathroom and shut the other bedroom door behind her.
"Sorry I didn't mean to interrupt." Brittany half smiled, worry showing in her eyes.
"No, it's fine. I'm relieved to see you actually." Santana smiled up into the blue eyes staring down at her.
"Really?" Brittany blushed and humphed.
"Of course," Santana reached out for Brittany's hand. She gently pulled the girl to sit next to her on the bed. Santana turning to set her coffee on the bed side table behind her.
"Oh, I didn't know how you take your coffee, if you even drink it, so I brought you these." Brittany handed Santana a brown bakery bag full with all assorted sweeteners and flavors of cream.
Santana giggled. "That's sweet Britt." It was the first time Santana had called her that. It was like they had known each other for years, how the conversation between the two flowed and the easy tone between them. "Do you think maybe we can talk first?"
Brittany got nervous quickly. "S-sure." She set her coffee on the floor at her feet, tucking one of her legs under her as she shifted to face Santana's body.
Santana rested her hand on Brittany's thigh. "Oh it's nothing bad, I just wanted to know what...happened with us last night. I don't really recall most of the evening, which has only happened to me once or twice. Honestly I'm just a little worried I may have been a little..." Santana paused nervously, "abrupt with you."
Brittany sat in confusion for a second, staring blankly at Santana until, 'ding' light bulb. "Oh," Brittany laughed. "We didn't sleep with each other if that's what you meant. I was rubbing your back and we were talking. I'm not sure who fell asleep first but I woke up in the middle of the night. You kinda stirred awake so I went and got us a couple of cups of waters and then I put you back to sleep. I'm sorry about disappearing on you this morning. The way you were knocked out, I thought you'd be out til one!"
Santana sighed relieving the weight in her chest. We didn't sleep together. "I don't mean to be totally awkward, but can I ask you another question?" Brittany nodded, paying full attention to Santana. "Did we kiss at all last night?"
Brittany smiled and blushed. "Well not really. I'm pretty sure you were about to though. And then..." Brittany tightened her lips and nodded, filling in the blank.
"Ah, I see." Santana smiled at Brittany taking her hand. "Thank you, for being so patient with me. I know I'm all shade of messy." Brittany just smiled at her, brushing a loose strand of hair out of her eyes. Santana locked eyes with the beautiful girl in front of her. She leaned in so slowly it seemed like she hadn't budged at all. Brittany's eyes smiled so bright that Santana leaned in quicker, placing her lips on Brittany's. They closed their eyes as their lips melted together. Santana smiled into Brittany's lips and whispered, "I'm sorry." Brittany just pushed back in to Santana's lips, smiling into them before pulling back.
"I've been waiting since last night for that." Brittany whispered back. They moved their faces away from each other, their fingers still intertwined.
"I love coffee by the way. Depends on my mood how I take it though. Black in the morning to cure a hangover. Blonde at night to settle me down. I like my nightly coffee like I like my nightly women." Santana and Brittany chuckled at her joke. She leaned in to kiss Brittany again. "So what's our plan for today?" Santana didn't need to ask if Brittany already had plans, and Brittany didn't show that she had any. They we each others' now, all the rest of the details in the world melted away.