A/N: Thank you for the follows/favorites and reviews. I'm glad most of you guys like the fic. This chap will be taken from Brittany's POV.
Chapter 4
Santana pushes me down onto the couch before getting on top of me and kissing me passionately. I don't hesitate to kiss her back because why would I, it's Santana 'sexy' Lopez. The more her tongue touches the roof of my mouth the more my dick twitches. I really need to get rid of these jeans because my cock feels like it is being suffocated, it's begging for Santana but my jeans are restricting it. I gently push Santana away so I can look her in the eyes before I pull her back in for another deep kiss.
It's not long before we are both lying on the cold leather couch, naked, kissing and caressing any area we can find on the other's body. I love it when Santana kisses my neck, her soft plump lips pressing against the side of my neck as her nose nudges my ear. I gently take one of Santana's nipples into my mouth when she detaches from my neck, sucking and biting gently down on the hard nub. I end up biting Santana's nipple too hard when I feel her suddenly squeezing the base of my cock, gently adding pressure every now and then before running her hand up and down the length gradually causing me to become hard.
"Someone's desperate" Santana says playfully, spreading the pre-cum over the head of my cock. "I didn't plan on doing this so you could just blow your load immediately before we even get started."
"Don't worry about that baby" I say, flipping us over intending for me to be on top but the couch proved too small because we suddenly ended up on the floor. Santana then gets on top of me again, pinning my hands above my head to the carpeted floor. I could easily free myself from the hold but I decide against it out of curiosity to see what Santana's plan is.
Santana seductively lowers her body towards mine, inching her lips closer and closer to my cock with every passing second before she casually slips a condom on my hard member after biting the packet open. After sliding the condom on I feel Santana's lips kiss my dick before she readjusts her position to straddle my hips, slowly lowering herself onto my dick. I can't help but groan in pleasure when I feel her walls clench around my cock before she lifts up slightly and then slams back down on my dick. She picks up the rhythm and moves up and down my cock, her perfect boobs bouncing up and down as she steadies herself by gabbing my knees behind her as she slides up and down.
I end up cumming hard when Santana slams back down on my dick and then she is cumming over my dick. I help Santana ride out her orgasm by pressing light kisses up and down her body as she cums, flicking her clit with my thumb as I caress her inner thighs and touch her soaking entrance. I don't usually get so attached to someone when we're having sex but Santana's different, it's hard not to get so turned on by her. The way my name slips off her tongue sounds so sexy even when we aren't in the middle of sex, although I do love it when she moans out my name.
"I knew once wouldn't be enough for you" I state smugly.
"Shut up" Santana demands before recapturing my lips in a sloppy kiss. It's no surprise that we spend the rest of the night having sex a few more times in various places before sleep eventually overcomes us as we lie breathless and tired on my bed. Thank god I made a stop at the pharmacy this morning to buy more condoms. I don't normally require much condoms with other girls because they are usually on a contraceptive pill or don't like using them however Santana doesn't trust me without one, apparently she doesn't know me enough to believe that I have been tested. It's a little ironic because she doesn't know me enough to trust me but she doesn't mind commanding my dick with her pussy or letting me eat her out.
When I wake up, Santana is still sound asleep so I decide to make us some breakfast. I make some French toast and bacon and put some maple syrup in a jug and place all the items on a tray with a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice before taking it through to the bedroom. I don't normally make breakfast for girls who have stayed the night but Santana's an exception, she's special. Ever since I laid eyes on her, I knew she was special and perfect. I knew before that ugly Grace did.
As I sit on the bed with the tray Santana gradually begins to wake up. "Good morning sexy" I say pecking the side of Santana's mouth. I know it seems a little domesticated but when a girl like Santana gives you sex like she did last night, you owe her something a least so I am repaying her with breakfast and the open invitation of another night of passion with me.
"What time is it?" Santana asks.
"Breakfast time" I reply holding up the tray. "It's just gone 7am."
"Right" Santana says sitting up in bed a little against the headboard before sliding back under the covers, clearly embarrassed that she forgot she was naked.
"It's not like I haven't seen you naked before" I say, giving Santana one of my t-shirts and then placing the tray on her lap when she sits up. "I hope you like French toast and bacon" I say to which Santana nods. "You're really not much of a talker in the morning are you" I observe.
"What do you want me to say?" Santana asks grumpily.
"I don't know" I say. "How about; 'thanks for breakfast Brittany' or 'thanks for last night, you really proved you are the best I've ever had.' Something along those lines" I say lifting up my deep red duvet and slipping in next to Santana. "How did you sleep?"
"Ok, I guess" Santana answers with a mouth full of food before taking a gulp of orange juice.
"Do you want me to leave you in peace to eat your breakfast?" I ask but Santana just shrugs. "I think I will, I will be in the living room if you need me babe." I get back out of my bed. "I can be naked if that's what your needs require" I say smirking but Santana doesn't say anything, she just chews away. Thank god she isn't as boring when we have sex, morning Santana is so dull.
After I leave the bedroom I decide to clean up a little from last night before I go over and sit on my favourite blue fabric chair. The chair doesn't match any of my other furniture but I don't care, this chair holds a lot of memories and sentimentality. My parents bought it to sit in my nursery just before I was born so they could have somewhere to sit when watching over me. I eventually inherited the chair after my mom passed away and I haven't been able to part with it since, it reminds me of her and the times when I was little and she would sit on the chair with me in her lap as she read me a bedtime story. I remember feeling so safe and secure with my mom holding me tight, protecting me from all the bad in the world. I would give anything to see her again but at least I can talk to her, it may seem stupid to outsiders but every morning I sit in this big chair talking to my mom's photograph telling her all my feelings and what I have been doing. At the moment our frequent topics are my work, looking for a job that suits my qualifications and Santana.
I doubt my mom would be very happy with me for the way I act sometimes with regards my sleeping habitats with other women or chasing after ones who are unavailable, however she knows deep down that I would never intentionally try and break up a relationship I know that is pure and made out of love. For example my best friend Tina is hot and we may have dabbled in sexual things in the past at high school but I would never break her and her boyfriend up. You only have to look at them to know they are in love whereas people who feel the need to constantly tell everyone they love someone seems a little fake to me, if you need to try that hard to convince someone that you are in love then you are clearly trying to convince yourself too. Take Santana for example, if she loved Grace deep down then she would just dismiss my attempts at flirting with her and brush it off because she would know that no one compares to Grace. If I was insanely in love with someone then I wouldn't be deliberately trying to flaunt something because it would come natural.
"Who's the picture?" Santana asks me when she walks into the room and sees me holding the gold photo frame.
"My mom" I reply. "She got killed in her car by a drunk driver, the impact of the collision took her out straight away" I say. I don't usually tell anyone about my mom because I don't really have any proper friends apart from Rachel and Tina but they both know the story already.
"Do you miss her?" Santana asks. "Actually don't answer that, of course you miss her, stupid question Santana."
"I do miss her, yeah but there's no point dwelling on the past" I say. "If there is one thing I have learned from my mother passing away is that life is short so you have to make sure that you live it to the full."
"That's a good rule to live by" Santana says.
"It is because it means that I can keep hanging with gorgeous women like you" I say. "And have insanely awesome sex as well."
"Last night was a mistake" Santana says.
"Are you sure about that because you said the first time was a mistake yet here we are, repeating that mistake" I say. "You don't need to worry I won't tell your girlfriend, I've no interest in doing that. I am however interested in sex with you so how about another quick round."
"No thank you" Santana says. "I have to get ready for university which means I need to go back to my apartment for my stuff."
"That is sort of a lie because I know you don't have any classes today" I say. "You and Quinn come in to Starbucks often enough for me to be able to tell which days you have classes and which you don't. Today you and Quinn would sit in since you don't need to rush off, whereas if it was yesterday you would have got a takeout coffee for your 9am class."
"Do you memorise everyone's schedules?" Santana asks.
"No because they don't normally come in every single day at the same time like you and Quinn" I answer. "You two are creatures of habit."
"Ok so I don't need to go home to get ready for class but I do need to leave to meet Quinn" Santana says.
"Let's leave together then, I presume we are both going to Starbucks" I say and Santana nods. "Cool, you can use the shower if you want while I clear up." Santana nods again before disappearing into the bathroom. I tidy up the breakfast stuff and get my clothes organised for the day and then I head into the bathroom.
"BRITTNAAAY!" I hear when I close the bathroom door behind me. "Brittany have you just entered this damn bathroom" Santana says from the shower cubicle and I just laugh. "Brittany, I'm naked" Santana says.
"So am I" I respond after dropping my robe and entering the shower.
"Get out" Santana says. "You don't just walk into a bathroom or a shower when someone is showering."
"Maybe you don't but I do" I say. "Plus I am running late so it would be quicker if we showered together."
"Fine but you better behave, no funny business Brittany" Santana says. "Do you hear me?"
"Yes, I hear you babe. Loud and clear" I respond.
Clearly I didn't hear Santana because the next thing I know, I've got her pressed up against the shower wall, my dick pumping in and out of her from behind. "Go a little faster, I'm almost there" Santana says before I thrust into her another couple of times before she lets go and releases. I immediately pull my dick out, feeling my release approaching before we're both cumming all over the shower floor. I suggested I put on a condom but Santana's answer was just kissing me so we didn't bother with it hence the reason the state of the shower floor. "Oh my…" Santana says panting.
"I knew you wanted another round" I say smugly, trying to regain my breath. "That little workout has saved me a trip to the gym. Maybe we could make it a regular thing, you've heard of sexercise…right?"
"How many times, I've got a girlfriend" Santana says.
"So, we've had sex three times already. Clearly your girlfriend isn't enough for you" I respond. I don't really care if Santana has a girlfriend, I'm not looking for anything serious however there is no point in her lying to herself when it is quite obvious that she isn't as committed to her girlfriend as she thinks. "Most people would be lucky to have two women to have sex with."
"Let's just get dressed so you're not late for work and I'm not late for meeting Quinn" Santana says before exiting the shower.
Half an hour later Santana and I head to Starbucks. She made me go in the backdoor so it didn't look weird with us arriving together, there was no point in protesting because I was late enough as it was.
"Why are you late Miss Pierce?" my boss asks sighing.
"Women's troubles sir, it's my time of the month" I say to which my boss waves off immediately, telling me it was ok that I was late. I can't help but laugh, I must use that excuse every time I'm late and it's just hilarious because my boss believes me even though I don't have a menstrual cycle like other women.
"If you could just work the till as soon as possible that would be great" my boss says before disappearing. I quickly get my apron on and head over to the till and start serving our customers. After I served two or three people Santana and Quinn appear at the front of the queue.
"Good morning ladies, what can I get for you?" I ask. "Will you be deviating from your usual or will you just be having the same as you normally do?"
"Just the usual" Quinn replies politely before I start making the coffees.
"So where did you sleep last night?" I hear Quinn asking Santana. "I know you didn't come home because I had to listen to Grace moaning all night long before she eventually went to your room at one. One in the morning Santana she kept me up until."
"I'm sorry" Santana apologises. "I slept over at a friend's house, we just watched a movie and then went to bed." Yeah Santana, that's exactly what we done. The sex was just a figment of my imagination.
"What friend?" Quinn asks Santana.
"Mercedes" Santana replies hesitantly. "I just needed a break from Grace."
"So you left her to chew my ear off" Quinn says. "I don't want to beg honey but please don't leave me alone with your girlfriend for such a long time again. You know I can't really stand her when she is in a moaning mood, she gets right on my tits."
"I won't" Santana says.
"Here is your breakfast ladies" I say handing over the coffee and food. "It's on the house so you girls don't need to pay."
"Are you sure?" Quinn asks and I nod. "Thank you very much Brittany" Quinn says before walking off and then coming back a second later. "Do you fancy going for lunch on Saturday? Santana, Mercedes and I normally meet up once a week or so for a bit of lunch, you are free to join if you like."
"I'm sure Brittany has better things to do than hang out with us boring girls" Santana says, looking at me as if to say 'decline the offer' while she tucks into her second breakfast of the day.
"I would love to go out for lunch" I say smiling at Santana. "Santana's got my number so if you just text me the time and place then I will be there, I'm off work on Saturday so any time will suit me."
"Excellent, Santana will text you later on in the week" Quinn says before walking off.
"You were supposed to decline the offer" Santana whispers.
"I refuse to decline anything that involves you baby" I say, giving Santana a sweet smile before getting back to work.
"Sorry I'm late" I say as I rush over to the table where Mercedes, Quinn and Santana are waiting for me so we can have our Saturday lunch.
"Its ok, we were a little late ourselves" Mercedes says. I quickly take my jacket off and slide in the booth next to Santana.
"So how are we all today?" I ask.
"I'm fine" Mercedes replies. "How are you?"
"I'm good, you two ok?" I ask Quinn and Santana who nod.
"Perfect" Quinn says smiling.
"Quinn's got a new love, hence the 'can't stop smiling' face" Santana says.
"Oh I see, very good" I say. "Hope it goes well Quinn." I then turn to Santana. "How's your girlfriend Santana, you girls still together?"
"Yes" Santana answers before changing the subject. "What are we all having from the menu?"
"I'm having the chicken curry" I say after Mercedes and Quinn inform us that they are both having the butterfly chicken BBQ melt with chips. "Hot and spicy, just the way I like my women" I say as I grab Santana's knee causing her to glare.
"Sounds good" Mercedes says before the waitress comes and takes our order. "So have you three been friends for long?" I ask.
"Santana and I have been friends since high school and we both became friends with Mercedes when we started university" Quinn answers. "We've been close friends for a good number of years now." I nod. "I feel blessed to have best friends like these two, it's so rare that you find a friendship that is so true and honest."
"Jeez Quinn don't start getting too emotional" Mercedes says laughing.
"I agree with Quinn" I say. "I feel blessed to have my best friends too. I don't get to see them as often as I would like but every time I need them, they are there. No matter when it is." Santana squeezes my hand, obviously realising how much I miss my friends. "Anyway let's talk about something more upbeat. Are you dating Mercedes? I know Santana has a girl and Quinn has a new love apparently so what about you?"
"I'm not seeing anyone at the moment but there was a guy" Mercedes says. "He cheated on me."
"I'm sorry to hear that. It's terrible when people cheat isn't it?" I say, playfully glancing at Santana. "Unfortunately it just proves that the one you supposedly love is not the one for you" I say. "I don't know you all that well Mercedes but I can tell that you are a decent woman. You are probably better off without your ex-boyfriend. You know what they say; 'what's for you, won't go by you… or won't pass you by' you know what I mean anyway."
"That's true" Quinn says. "Are you involved with anyone Brittany?"
"I don't have a girlfriend….no, but I wouldn't say I wasn't involved with anyone" I say smiling. "I'm always involved with someone one way or another. I'm a 23 year old woman, I don't spend my free time alone with my cats."
"Are you interested in having a girlfriend or are you quite happy as you are?" Quinn asks.
"I am happy as I am but if the right girl came along then I definitely wouldn't be against a relationship" I say. "She would need to be someone special though for me to commit solely to her." I've had brief relationships in the past but none of them have stuck, probably because I am not ready yet. I feel way too young to be tied down and as harsh as it sounds I don't know if I would be able to be solely committed to one person so why get together with them if I am at a high risk of cheating?
We chat for a bit longer until the waitress brings our meals over. "Can I get you anything else; anyone more drinks or anything?" the waitress asks.
"Nope, I think we are ok" Quinn says, smiling politely.
"Unless you want to give me your number" I say, smirking at the waitress. "Other than that though, we're fine."
"Enjoy your meal" the waitress says, blushing slightly before leaving.
"Do you need to do that in front of us?" Santana asks sounding annoyed.
"Sorry, I didn't realise it offended you" I apologise to Santana. Secretly though I think she was just jealous that I gave the waitress my flirty smile and she has yet to receive one from me today. "How about I make it up to you" I whisper as Quinn and Mercedes are immersed in their own conversation. "You could come over to my apartment tonight and we could get our sex on" I whisper again, gently caressing Santana's thigh and hip. "I've missed you but not half as much as my dick has" I whisper, ghosting my lips over Santana's ear.
"Excuse me" Santana says abruptly. "I'm going to the toilet." Santana then disappears causing Quinn and Mercedes to halt their conversation.
"She's using the facilities" I say. "She mentioned she has a dodgy burrito yesterday that hasn't finished with her digestive system."
"Maybe I should go and see if she is ok" Mercedes says. "Excuse me." Mercedes then leaves.
"Have you been working in Starbucks long?" Quinn asks and I laugh.
"I met you on my first day, not so long ago" I say.
"That's right, sorry" Quinn says. "Where did you work before then?"
"I had various jobs" I reply. "When I graduated university two years ago I had all these dreams and ambitions of being a sports therapist but things never quite worked out that way. There was absolutely no full time jobs available, the only job I could get were temporary ones for like six months and stuff so eventually I had to find a full time job" I say. "Money was getting a little tight and I was struggling with rent and bills so I applied anywhere and everywhere, regardless of how relevant it was to my qualifications. I eventually just accepted Starbucks and the university bar because they were both well paid and within walking distance so I could save on gas money for my car."
"I had no idea you went to university" Quinn says.
"Yeah, a lot of people just assume I am a dumb blonde because of how free spirited I am" I answer. "I picked sports therapy because I love that type of thing not because I wanted to go to university particularly. I don't feel the need to constantly tell people I graduated university because it doesn't define who I am" I say truthfully. "I had friends who looked down their noses at people who decided not to go down the university route, the same friends who coincidentally dropped me as their friend when they found out I was working in a café" I admit. "You only get one chance at life so you must learn to live it to the maximum."
"I think we could be really good friends" Quinn says smiling. "I love your perspective on stuff."
"Cool" I say.
"Santana seems to like you, she talks about you a lot" Quinn says.
"Oh does she?" I ask playfully with a smile on my face.
When Mercedes and Santana return from the bathroom we all finish our lunch as we make comfortable chat before paying the check and leaving the restaurant.
"I'm going to a party tonight if you three want to come" I say to my friends as we stand outside. "Feel free to bring other friends as well. You could bring Grace if you want Santana, it won't be an out of control huge party, just some people I know in the apartment below me are hosting it."
"We could go" Mercedes says.
"Why not?" Quinn says. "We may as well."
"I think she likes you" I tell my friend Matt as we wait to get a drink.
"Who…the blonde over there" Matt says pointing to Grace and I nod.
"Yeah totally" I say. "You should get her number."
"Isn't she with that chick though" he asks. "The one who's throat she has her tongue down" Matt says as he points to Santana and Grace making out.
"They're not together" I say. "They're just pretending they like kissing one another for show." I probably shouldn't mess with people this way but it's the only way I will be able to get Santana alone tonight. "Go and ask for her number man" I say and Matt does just that.
I wouldn't say the party is boring but it isn't exactly as fun as I thought it would be. I thought inviting Santana would mean that I would get a chance for at least a kiss or something but so far nothing. Nothing because Grace just won't leave her alone so I'm biding my time until Grace finally leaves her. Speaking of, Grace has just left and I spot the object of my very sexual fantasies alone.
"Hey sexy, fancy a dance?" I ask as I approach Santana.
"Get to fuck you blonde bitch, I heard that" Grace spits walking over to us. This chick is everywhere Santana is.
"I did say it out loud so I'm not surprised you heard it" I reply smartly.
"Stay away from my woman. Santana's got no interest in you whatsoever" Grace says. "Why would she be interested in some stupid blonde who probably can't even spell her own name correctly? You're nothing but a slut and everyone knows it. I wouldn't be surprised if you had an STD or and STI or something."
"If I had one of those you would too honey" I say smirking, to which Santana glares.
"What does that mean?" Grace asks angrily.
"Let's just say your ex Jennifer, she and I have hooked up before, during and after you were with her" I say cheekily. Truth is I've never hooked up with her in my life, I just love to see Grace's face. "You remember Jennifer…right?" I ask but Grace doesn't respond. "Of course you do, you guys hooked up three months ago didn't you?"
"Grace and I have been together for six months so that's impossible" Santana says but Grace just stays mute. "It's impossible…right?" Santana turns to Grace.
"Baby, it was a drunken kiss that's all" grace says placing her hand on Santana's arm but Santana just tears her arm away from Grace. "It didn't mean anything, I swear" Grace says but Santana glares and walks off. "Babe, I love you. I didn't meant it." Santana eventually disappears out of sight. "I'm going to get you back for this you blonde bitch."
"Whatever, just hurry up and break up with Santana. She deserves better than you" I say.
"What like you, you mean?" Grace asks and I nod. "Come off of it, all you would do is cheat on Santana and use her for sex."
"I wouldn't actually" I defend myself. "Santana's my friend so there's no way I would hurt her."
"Your friend" Grace scoffs. "Santana is not your friend, she doesn't even like you."
"I don't think it is appropriate for you to say that when I am pretty sure Santana doesn't like you at this moment in time either" I say, to which Grace groans then stomps off.
Ten minutes later I spot Grace and Santana having a conversation outside the apartment so I decide to listen in. "At least I don't feel as guilty for cheating on you now either" I hear Santana say.
"Oh please, as if you would cheat on me" Grace says. "You're just saying that to get back at me and to hurt me. Babe I know what I did was wrong but it only happened once and nothing much happened, we kissed a bit and then she stuck her hand in my panties. I didn't do anything to her, my hands and mouth were nowhere near her."
"Grace we're done" Santana says. I know I shouldn't be listening to the conversation but I can't help it. "I've been looking for a way out of this relationship for a few weeks now but you've done me a favour, so thank you."
"I love you, don't do this. We're great together" Grace pleads but Santana just walks away, eventually over towards me.
"Hey there…ouch, Santana what the fuck?" I say after Santana slapped me right across the face leaving a very stinging sensation on my cheek.
"That's for humiliating me in front of an apartment full of people" Santana says angrily. "Telling the world that Grace cheated on me may seem like a smart move but it also affects me too. Why could you not have told me in private or better still, not told me at all?" Santana asks.
"I just wanted to wipe the smug look off of her fat face" I admit. "It's no secret that I don't like the girl, mainly because she has you but I still hate the way she looks down her nose at people" I say. "Look I'm not looking for a relationship with anyone and I'm sorry that I broke your relationship up but I don't think you wanted a relationship either. Why can't we not just forget what I said and go back to my place for some sexy fun, now that there is no Grace involved."
"I'm not in the mood" Santana snaps.
"Come on, surely you're not pissed she cheated. You did way worse to her" I say.
"I don't care about her, I'm just annoyed with you" Santana says before walking off.
A/N: The chapter dipped into Brittany's past a little to provide a little taster of how diverse Brittany's character is in this fic. Hope you liked the chapter, let me know what you think.