Hello everyone. I honestly didn't think I'd come back to this, but here I am. So I have now rewatched the Brittana scenes in 5x12 like 50 times. I'm sucked back in. And then I was listening to music and this song came on. The feels were real. So here I am. I tossed this together quickly and didn't really edit. Plus I'm tipsy. So go easy on me. Hopefully it captures the sexiness of the song. We'll see. Reviews make me very happy. I wouldn't mind hearing from you. Ok. Have fun.
Do I Wanna Know? (Arctic Monkeys)
Santana wasn't sure why she even bothered showing up to the Rachel Berry House Party Train Wreck Extravaganza Part II in the first place, but here she was—in a corner, beer in hand, and on the outskirts of what actually looks like a good time. Surely, her invite was only extended out of courtesy for her friends because those days Rachel wanted nothing to do with her. Between the stunt in the choir room and all the bull shit Santana said before flying back to Lima for the goodbye to Glee Club Rachel had every right to be angry. Of course so did Santana. The whole situation was fucked. Santana knew it. Rachel knew it. And just about every person in the room knew it too.
Speaking of fucked, Santana was metaphorically in that peculiar position in just about every aspect of her life. As if things couldn't be more complicated, she and Dani were on different pages completely about the band, Brittany had to go and kiss her the day before, and Quinn was skirting around the party with Puck on her arm as if the she didn't just hook up with Santana three months earlier. It's not like Santana was jealous. She just didn't know why Quinn seemed so...uninterested. She had wanted it twice. Santana just did what Quinn wanted. So why was Santana the one with a blush every time she looked at her once nemesis turned friend turned sex partner? When did things get so complicated?
Santana glanced around the room doing her best to avoid the bar where she knew Brittany leaned with her cat narrowed back. She was so nonchalant—so ready for Santana to make the move. And Santana was so conflicted. Also, a little turned on. Scratch that; Santana was very turned on every time she laid eyes on her ex. It didn't help that Brittany decided to wear next to nothing to the party. She was all mile long legs and a tease of bare midriff sent Santana's head into a whirlwind. It had been a long time—too long—since Santana tasted the skin in the crease where Brittany's legs connected into her pelvis. Santana knew how much her ex liked being kissed there. She knew how much she liked being the one to make Brittany feel that good.
Those words from the choir room rattled around Santana's head. "My body wakes up." If Santana was being honest with herself she'd admit that her body had been nothing but awake since Brittany had made the move. And Santana knew she wasn't supposed to feel these things. Not again. Not anymore. She thought she was over Brittany. She thought she and Dani had a real start to something. And maybe her current relationship was more predictable and normal, but isn't that what she wanted? Weren't things with Brittany too complex? Didn't she break up with Brittany in the first place because the long distance was too hard? So why in the hell was Santana standing at a party contemplating throwing away a perfectly fine relationship for one that would likely be reckless and complicated?
Santana's phone vibrated on the table next her. She set her can down as she turned to lean over the table and unlock her phone. It was a text from Dani. Hope you're having fun. Miss you. Santana took a quick second to type out a reply that somehow felt a little like lying. Did she really miss her girlfriend? She sent it anyway. A party wasn't the time to start a text fight with her girlfriend.
When Santana turned back to the party she found herself inches from the same girl she was so epically failing at ignoring. "Hey Santana," Brittany huffed. Her breath cascaded across the skin on Santana's lips. She could practically taste the vodka cranberry in the air as she breathed in. Brittany smelled so good. Suddenly Santana was intoxicated, but not from the alcohol. She leaned against the table just to remain upright. "That dress looks amazing," Brittany added as her eyes crawled down Santana's body leaving a trail o goosebumps in it's wake. This was a side of Brittany she hadn't seen in a while. But it was Santana's favorite version of Brittany. Santana couldn't think of one thing she honestly liked more than assertive Brittany.
"Thanks," Santana coughed out as she tried to catch her breath. "You look good too."
"So I know I said I would wait for you and I'm still doing that, but I just wanted to let you know that the waiting is putting me in a mood, Santana. I'm hungry tonight, Babe." Santana clenched her jaw and looked past Brittany's shoulder at Artie and Kitty making out in his chair. She tried clearing her mind of the words just said to her, but it became impossible when Brittany leaned in closer so her lips were right on Santana's ear. It tickled, but Santana leaned into it more out of a habit not yet broken. "Can Snix come out to play?" Brittany whispered with a smile in her voice. Santana froze as a pool of warmth spread out from her core until her body was on fire. When Brittany pulled back she shot Santana a crooked, challenging smile. "See you around," she added coyly as she backed away into the crowd of dancing friends.
Santana's eyes didn't leave Brittany's body as she began to dance suggestively in the middle of the room. Instinctively the party made room so Brittany had enough room to do what she pleased with her smooth, subtle body. Santana watched enthralled as her ex's hips told a story. It was a story Santana had touched and tasted and fucked before. But Santana wanted a sequel. And she wanted it now. Thoughts of Dani buried themselves somewhere in the back of her mind as she crawled away from her corner. Soon her body was pressed up against the one it wanted. Brittany's cheeks flushed as their bodies grinded against each other—cleavage on cleavage, hips on hips. They still fit together like two pieces to a puzzle.
Santana was distinctly aware that this is how it would be. She had always known it. From the minute she decided to break up with Brittany in the first place she had known this was how it would be. They were always going to crawl back to each other. And Santana didn't believe in soulmates, but she did believe in chemistry. And she knew that they were two clusters of atoms that sparked and flared whenever next to each other. She knew Brittany brought out the best in her. And she knew how the story would end. So she figured she might as well enjoy the middle too.