"The roast is nearly done," Brittany said as she handed Santana a bottle of Heineken.
"Thanks," Santana took a sip and sighed. Her hair was still wet from her brief paddling lesson. Brittany had tried to teach her how to stand up too but she failed that miserably. "The fire is awesome."
"Yup, I told the boys they had no chance with you so this fire is their way of showing off."
"They have no chance huh?" Santana cocked her eyebrow. "I kind of fancy Jesse, he has nice long blonde hair and a sexy body."
"You realize that you just described me right?" So much for teasing, Brittany didn't fall for it. "Don't worry, I fancy you too honey."
"Is this how you get all the girls in your bed? Overwhelm them with your attention?"
"All the girls? So you're saying I'm a slut and sleep with anyone I find attractive."
"No! oh gosh I didn't mean that. I was just trying to flirt with you. Guess I can add that to the list of things I suck at."
Brittany had a sinister smile on her face and finally cracked up. "Aren't you just the cutest?"
"So you aren't offended?"
"I drew my own conclusions, I don't think you have a mean bone in your body, although I'll have to check later. When we're naked." She winks.
That fucking mouth. Santana wants to grab her hand and pull her back to her home now. It's been a while since she got some and this girl has been working her up from the moment they met.
"Brittany, hot-stuff! Come eat." Rory called.
"You coming hot-stuff?" Brittany mimicked the boys and got up, dusting her butt in the process.
Santana rolled her eyes at the nickname.
This was certainly something new to Santana. She'd had roasted pork before but she never had it like this.
"Do you need a hand?" In truth Santana was struggling with the hefty knife as she tried to cut a piece off the pork. She was used to it coming in nice slices on a plate decorated with salad. But this was far from an uptown restaurant and here you were expected to serve yourself. "I've almost got it." she huffed and managed to get off a tiny bit of meat.
"I sure hope you aren't on a diet today" Brittany laughed. "Come on, let me help you before one of the guys comes to your rescue."
Santana grudgingly gave Brittany the knife.
Brittany didn't so much as slice at the meat then hack at it. A thick piece of thigh came off, and Santana wondered if Brittany expected her to finish all that.
"You can bring that back to our log; I'll get some mashed potatoes and salad from Ariels."
Already, Brittany's friends had pulled the logs closer together and were eating. To her relief, no one had taken their place.
"You don't have to sit alone, there's space here!" Arthur shouted out and Rory encouraged the notion.
"Dude, you don't want Brittany to kick your ass." Jesse scolded already having learned how possessive Brittany could be over her girl.
"I was offering to keep her company until Brittany comes back."
"I'm quite alright here," Santana said, sitting down on hers and Brittany's log. She knew all the boys had their eyes on her and she couldn't wait for Brittany's return.
"So…" Jesse broke the silence. "Brittany tells us you're a hotshot in politics. What party do you represent?"
"I'm not a representative yet but I work for the Hudson's. I'm a democrat if you want to know."
"Oh, well what's your job then?"
"I…" Santana couldn't tell them that her job was to marry Finn so that he could win the election. "I've been a Media Analyst for the past few years."
"So you aren't really a hot shot." Jesse said.
"Not yet, no. I'm working towards that." In the back of her mind, Santana briefly considered if that was what she wanted anymore. It was stupid, of course she wanted it. That was her one and only life goal, Brittany was fun and all that but once Santana left the island, Brittany would just be a girl she met. There was no place for Brittany in her plans. Her plans to become a Senator's wife and maybe one day run on her own. It wasn't the best plan, but it was the quickest one to her goal.
An awkward silence followed, awkward for Santana that is. The boys went right on chatting about other things. Santana was suddenly forced to think about her recent life decisions.
"If I had a pen and paper, I'd already have drawn that gorgeous face." Brittany said. She had put the plate of potatoes and salad next to the pork and was sitting there, content to stare at the girl she'd already claimed as hers.
"How, how long have you been back?" Santana started.
"Long enough to know you're thinking very hard."
"I was just…having a quiet moment."
"No problem princess, here I brought the rest of our food." Brittany pointed to her full plate. She had also brought a spoon and fork.
"Okay, so how exactly does this work?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, there's one set of silverware." Santana stated the obvious, was she supposed to rip through the pork with her bare hands? The boys were doing that but even if she was on an island, Santana still felt that was a little too uncivilized.
"Does Santana Lopez not know the concept of sharing?" Brittany teased. "Let me show you how it works." She cut off a piece of meat, stabbed it with the fork, and put it in her mouth. Then she took the spoon, scooped out some potato and ate that too. Now both the spoon and fork had been used.
"Your turn," Brittany handed the utensils to Santana, who took them hesitantly. Was she really going to share utensils with someone else? Wasn't that like unhygienic? But then again, she'd already kissed the girl and was hoping to do a lot more with her afterwards. Maybe it would be okay if she did this with Brittany. She definitely wouldn't share like this with anyone else.
Without another thought, Santana took a bite of potato and salad.
"See, it totally works right?" Brittany smirked and confiscated the fork. Santana watched as Brittany cut off another piece of meat but instead of eating it, she held it out for Santana.
"Oh, thanks." She took the roast into her mouth making Brittany beam. It was so cheesy and like a couple to be feeding each other. Santana couldn't care less though; it made her all fuzzy inside when Brittany insisted on feeding her another one.
"Dudes, we need to get girlfriends man. It's not fair that Brittany gets such a hot girl," Arthur moaned.
"Don't complain Art, not all of us have the Pierce charm." Brittany winked.
"We should hit up the bar afterwards," Rory said, "I haven't had sex in a week; it's been way too long. The last girl I had was a goddess in bed, man she made me cum like three times that night."
"Only dude?" Arthur mocked. "You have problems getting it up?"
Jesse laughed along.
Santana swallowed her food and it went down the wrong way. She started coughing. Brittany quickly put a beer in her hand.
"Sorry, that's kind of how our dinner conversations go sometimes. Are you alright?"
Santana nodded. "Are you also going to share your sex adventures?" She snapped. She didn't know why it annoyed her that Brittany might actually have stories about sleeping with other women. From what she could tell, Brittany had the ability to charm any girl's pants off. So what if Brittany wanted to talk about her sex life? Santana had no right to be jealous of any other girl Brittany had been with.
"Well, a girl doesn't kiss and tell. If you want to know how good I am, you'll have to find out for yourself."
"Britt's such a party pooper," Jesse said, "she never tells us. But she's the only one of us who has girls follow her around like love sick puppies."
"Cool," Santana was finding herself getting more and more annoyed with the thought of these other women, and there seemed to be a lot, all over her girl. Correction, not her girl but still.
"Hey, Jesse did you bring your guitar?" Brittany changed the subject.
"Yep anything you want me to play?"
"She's going to say a Beach Boy's song," Santana blurted. Brittany looked absolutely proud of her.
"Play Surfin USA!" Brittany hopped up, "that's like our anthem. Art, Rory, get up and dance." She grabbed the two boys and pulled them up as Jesse started on the intro. "You have to sing along!"
"Santana, come dance with me." It's not like she was given a choice, so she latched on to Brittany's outstretched hand and allowed the girl to lead her.
One song turned to five and Santana forgot all about her reservations. She could blame it on the alcohol but she'd rather think that the Pierce charm had her hooked. Wait.
"Ha!" Santana shouted then gave a little giggle. She had been sitting on a blanket with Brittany, head propped against a log. Beside her, a pile of green bottles had become a mole hill.
"What's the secret of the universe?" Brittany asked. She had always wondered and well, now that Santana was having a moment maybe she'd figured it out.
"Your last name is Pierce, Brittany Pierce!"
"What a genius to figure that out," Rory slurred but kept on drinking. Jesse was picking the guitar, uninterested and Arthur had gone to release.
Santana ignored him. She'd much rather pay attention to the smiling girl beside her.
"It's about time," Brittany smirked. Her starlit eyes peered at Santana, daring, teasing.
"No, it's about time that you show me what you're really about Brittany." Santana didn't know where her new found confidence was coming from. It might be that one Brittany Pierce had influenced her more than she knew.
"Is that my cue to take you home Princess?" Brittany's voice lowered. She had a different look now.
"I don't care where you take me," Santana crawled closer to Brittany. She wasn't trying to be sexy or anything but Brittany's eyes were locked on her body. "I just want you." That was whispered in Brittany's ear and…
"hmmmm," Brittany whined. Abruptly, she sat up and rolled away, getting on her feet. "Boy's we're leaving. This fire has been awesome but I've got things to do."
"Like her?" Arthur said, returning from his walk. "I wouldn't hesitate to tap that if I were you, which I'm clearly not, otherwise she'd be all over me."
"Yes…uh," Brittany fumbled with her words. She clutched her head, having stood up a bit too fast. "Actually it's none of your business."
To Santana, Brittany was adorable in those little moments when she would lose confidence. But she hoped the girl would gain it back fast because she really wanted to see how Brittany would use it in bed. Just the thought of it made her groin tingle.
"Come on Santana," Brittany held her wrist and pulled her away. The walk back to Brittany's little house couldn't have been longer in Santana's opinion. Drinking made her horny, and Brittany made her even hornier, so you can understand her great need to get off as soon as possible.
"Let's run the rest of the way," Santana suggested having lost all patience. In fact, if they were anywhere but on wet sand, she'd probably already pull Brittany down to the ground and get it on.
"So eager, I like it." The surfer girl replied and then dashed off with Santana in tow. Santana did everything she could to keep up, almost stumbling five times.
It only took Brittany one minute to open the door of her home and slam Santana against it.
"You're so hot Santana," she kissed her neck and Santana thought she might come from just that. What? It'd been a long time and Brittany Pierce was a skilled kisser, she was also probably giving her a red mark; something Santana would wear proudly.
"I've never done it against a door before," Santana breathed out, not knowing exactly why she had imparted that particular piece of information. It just made her sound boring and inexperienced, which she was. Like who hasn't made-out against a door before…exactly.
"Then you're in for a treat," Brittany husked, "I'm going to take away your door sex virginity." She giggled, completely out of character but Santana melted. That laugh, just ….ughhhh.
It wasn't long before Brittany had unbuttoned Santana's mini jeans and slipped them down her thin legs. Santana's bikini bottoms were next to come off.
Santana whimpered as Brittany's fingers slid up and down her slit. It was no surprise to her that she was wet, like soaking down there. For a minute there was nothing but Brittany's labored breaths and Santana's suppressed moans.
"Hey, show me your wild side. I want to hear you, every single sound. It gets me off Princess." Santana had never really thought about how quiet she was in bed, inhibited. But Brittany made her want to let loose, be wild.
"Okay, I think I can. It's just embarrassing." Santana blushed. Purposely, Brittany stuck two fingers straight into her. And yeah, that got her screaming – loud.
"Oh, Brittany!" There was no way she could be quiet with Brittany fucking her so good against the door. Either she was a sex god or just really good at getting it right because Brittany was touching all the right places, fingers inside of her, on her clit, and tongue against her jaw. "Kkk…keep going, please." Santana begged, it must have amused Brittany because she laughed right beside her ear.
"So polite, even when being fucked hard," she said, "do you like what I'm doing?"
"Yeah, yes…you're amazing." Was all Santana could say…until Brittany stopped. "Wha…What are you doing? I was almost…you know."
"About to cum? Explode all over my fingers?" Brittany dropped to her knees, "You don't use those words so often do you?" She began to kiss Santana's thighs, letting her cool off a bit. She had plans to make Santana cum hard. When she reached the apex of Santana's legs, she shoved them open wider and taking a good look at Santana's pussy.
"So nice and smooth," She kissed the triangle where she'd waxed Santana that afternoon. "I love a freshly waxed pussy."
Santana didn't have a chance to reply. The girl's tongue was already lapping at her wetness. She felt incredible and yes, ready to explode.
"You're close right? I wanted you to cum all over my face." Brittany said, letting the words vibrate against Santana's clit.
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," Santana was lost for any other words. Brittany had stuck her tongue into Santana's tight, pussy and was fucking her fast and hard. The girl pulled Santana's clenched hands away from the door and guided them to her head.
"Use your hips baby," she said. For Santana, it just kept getting better and better. All too soon it was over. Her legs felt so weak that she gave up and slumped to the floor. Brittany smiled at her from their now level position. She could see her cum glisten on Brittany's cheeks, chin and lips.
"Did you like that?" Brittany asked not waiting for an answer. She pried Santana's mouth open with her tongue and kissed her deeply. Santana felt like she might pass out.
Actually, she might have done so.
The next time she came to, she was no longer on the floor but in the softest, bed ever. What's more, there was something in her arms, the most cuddly, fluffy, bear she'd ever seen. And if she wasn't mistaken, it was also pink. Could she still be at Brittany's? She wondered. Was it even possible that the badass, sexy, womanizer, Brittany Pierce owned such a thing?
It could have been three day's since she'd passed out, Santana had no way of knowing but more realistically, it had probably been a few hours. The moon was still high in the sky and it was dark.
Something shuffled on the other side of the bed. Brittany.
A smile came to Santana's face as she internally relived how the girl had gone down on her and made her cum so hard she lost consciousness. It kind of gave her an idea really.
Climbing over teddy, Santana saw that Brittany was asleep. That wouldn't do. Santana had only one night with this wild, island child and she wasn't going to let it go to waste sleeping. So…should she just wake the girl up? She debated internally but had another idea. Brittany wanted her to be wild, and well, Santana thought that what she was about to do was far from tame.
As quiet as she could, Santana unbuttoned Brittany's red and white stripped pajamas. She thought the girl would wear a wife-beater and underwear to bed, but nope, Brittany took her sleeping attire seriously. Lucky for Santana, Brittany wasn't wearing a bra so her boobs were on full display. Santana had to hold back a moan.
Next she slid off Brittany's pants. They were stretchy so they came off easily. No underwear either. Now she had Brittany Pierce almost completely naked.
Santana was surprised that Brittany still hadn't woken. Well, all the better for her. Without delay, Santana took off her shirt and bikini top, since her pants and underwear had been long discarded.
She hovered over Brittany, lowering herself slowly until she lay on top of the girl fully. Naked body against naked body. Santana wasn't a guru in the art of making girls aroused but she knew a thing or two, like stimulating boobs were always a sure fire way to make a girl wet. So boobs were her first target. She wrapped her lips around one nipple, already hardening from the cool air. She could feel them harden even more in her mouth.
Brittany whimpered, and Santana's eyes immediately went up to check if the girl had awakened. She hadn't.
Santana took the other nipple in her mouth and lathered it with attention too. She used one hand to play with Brittany's wet breast.
"Ooooh Santana," Said girl quickly shot back on her knees worried that Brittany was awake and had caught her. Brittany just squirmed and ground her hips as if she was asking for more. Santana wasn't sure about it, but she thought maybe Brittany was having a sex dream since she didn't seem to be awake. Well, Brittany's moaning didn't deter her from continuing her plan, it alternately spurred her on.
Pulling Brittany's legs open, Santana could see that Brittany was now wet and her pussy was pulsing. Wow, she hadn't even touched her yet. The girl must be having an amazing dream right now. Santana wasn't going to let a dream steal her chance of making Brittany cum, even if the girl in Brittany's dream was herself. Talk about inception.
Santana's tongue met Brittany's pussy and she decided that this was the best pussy she'd ever tasted. Again, she wasn't the most skilled person, but she did her best to make Brittany feel good. She had only been at it for a few minutes when a surprised Brittany sat up. It almost freaked Santana out.
"Santana," Brittany huffed. Her eyes said that she couldn't believe that Santana was going down on her for real and that this was certainly not a dream.
"Lay back down," Santana said, "I want to make you feel good."
Brittany obeyed, still stunned over the situation but quickly finding her pleasure building up again. "Wow, you're better than in my dream."
Santana could hear the playfulness in her tone. It only made her want to try harder. She put two fingers into Brittany slowly and began a rhythm to which Brittany caught on.
"Right there!" She screamed when Santana had unintentionally curled her fingers up. Santana quickened her pace, wanting Brittany to cum as hard as she did – without the passing out part of course.
"Come up here baby," Brittany demanded and pulled on Santana's hair gently. Santana obliged and crawled up to hover over Brittany, her hand still working in and out of Brittany's hole. Brittany pulled her down for a kiss, one that left Santana completely breathless and light headed. Just one more talent of Brittany Pierce.
"Santana, I'm going to cum. Baby, rub my clit and make me cum." Santana didn't dare think that Brittany was begging her, but the idea of it made her work harder and faster. Finally, Brittany fell over the edge, screaming Santana's name loudly.
Lucky for her, Brittany didn't pass out.
"Give me a minute, I have more things I want to do with you now that you're awake." Brittany said and Santana swooned just from the thought of experiencing another orgasm by Brittany.
Needless to say, Santana was completely spent as the sun peaked from the ocean. Santana and Brittany hadn't slept at all. Brittany had taken her about another five times, and given her more orgasms than she could count. She was sore, in a very good way.
"Do you want a refill?" Brittany asked as she finished the last of her coffee. Santana nodded and continued to watch the sun rise as Brittany disappeared into the house. The morning was just as beautiful as Brittany had told her it would be. It was amazing; she didn't even mind sharing this moment with the giant cat curled up on the hammock.
Brittany reappeared with two coffee mugs and Santana's phone.
"It was ringing," she said. "I think your husband wants to know where you've been. I don't suggest you tell him you were sleeping with someone else." Brittany winked.
"Thanks Brittany," Santana took the phone. It felt heavy as her heart. Now that it was morning, her fantasy life was over. She would have to go back to Finn Hudson and back to Arizona where there was no beautiful sunrise and no Brittany.
Brittany took Applebee for a walk on the beach while Santana called Finn back. Fifteen minutes later she joined Brittany by the water.
"So?" She said, not taking her eyes away from the waves wiggling in between her toes.
"I have to go back; we're leaving in a few hours."
"Alright, I'll drive you home." Brittany said withdrawn. Santana had no idea how the girl felt about last night, and them…but she was miserable that her summer paradise was over.
"Hey," Brittany got her attention. "Remember I said to keep smiling? You're smile is too beautiful to not be showing all the time." She drew Santana's chin up so that their eyes met. It wasn't either of them but both that closed the gap between their lips. Santana willed herself to enjoy it even though she knew it very well meant goodbye.
And that was the last time she saw Brittany Pierce.
"Santana," Kitty whispered loudly and used giant hand motions to get her attention. What could her friend want now? She was just about to step in front of the camera beside Finn Hudson for a television show recording.
"You're scarf is crooked," Kitty said as she straightened the blue and white paisley cloth around her neck. She hated this; the clothes and makeup that made her look like her grandmother. Most of all, she hated smiling for the camera's and giving a comment to support Finn. That's all she really had to do, dress and act a specific way to convince the people that Finn was the man to choose. She really fucking hated it.
It's been three weeks since she returned from Hawaii and real life hit her hard. She did her best to forget that the trip had happened at all and tried to get on with her life. Her relationship with Finn and the Hudson's had detracted since she laid down the law and refused to sleep with him ever, making it very clear her feelings were not involved in the fake relationship they had setup. She even gave them an ultimatum to accept her rules or cancel the plans. Unfortunately, the plan was too good to ditch so she was still stuck playing future wife to Finn.
But the more she had to do, the more she felt like it was completely wrong. All of it. She wasn't happy, not that she was ever going to be in the arrangement, but lately she was being asked to do more. To kiss Finn in front of the camera, divulge some personal information that she was forced to make up on the spot since she rarely spent time with Finn, and yeah, pretending that she was happy. That was the hardest one.
It didn't help that lately her mind had been wandering to a certain memory she was sure she'd locked away and buried forever; one of blue eyes, blond hair and perfect body.
Santana was nervous as she waited outside Finn's office where he and his father were having a meeting. It was the perfect setup.
"You can go in now," the secretary told her. She tidied her clothes and knocked on the door before opening it.
"Santana," Finn said uninterested. His father had a face Santana couldn't read.
"Finn," she said gathering all her courage. She'd gone over a million ways to break the news, but found none that would satisfy the two politicians in front of her. "I quit."
"You signed a contract, you can't do that."
"I don't want your money or your help." Santana swallowed knowing that her political career, at least with the Hudson's, was pretty much over.
The older Mr. Hudson didn't look as angry as his son but he said, "I'm going to have a word with your father young lady."
It turned out just as she had expected. Her father was mad, team Hudson was mad, everyone was mad – everyone but Santana Lopez. No, Santana was happy.
The day after she broke the news, she hopped on a plane.
Santana was nervous again, more nervous than she had been outside of Finn Hudson's office.
It had been three months since she'd been here. Santana stood in front of 'Waxology', luggage camped on the sidewalk. Taking a deep breath, she entered the shop.
"How can I help…oh it's you." Santana recognized Brittany's boss and apparently she recognized Santana too.
"Yeah, I was wondering if Brittany still worked here."
"Of course she does," Shannon Beiste said, "but she isn't here at the moment. She's at the beach for the surf competition qualifiers."
"Oh," Santana said.
"Did you not tell her you were coming to visit?"
"Uh, no…I forgot to get her email when I was here last time."
Shannon only chuckled, "girl, she doesn't even have a phone. What makes you think she's got a computer and email address?"
"I guess that makes sense,"
"Look, I was headed for the beach now. She makes sure we all go cheer for her when she's competing. Do you want a lift?"
Santana nodded, "but I've got quite a bit of luggage."
"Don't worry; I've got a range rover. You can put it in the back."
Santana had no idea the surf competition was so popular, it looked like half the island was on the beach – the very beach that Santana had said goodbye to Brittany. She found a place to sit on some rocks just as a surfer was called up. She watched the short haired brunette cut through the waves effortlessly until she was caught off guard and was knocked off her board. Her score was announced and she shook her head as she ran up the sandy bank.
That was when Santana saw her. She was wearing a body suit and her hair was tied up but Santana had no doubts that it was Brittany. The announcer confirmed that it was indeed Brittany up next.
For the first time Santana really got to see Brittany surfing at her highest level. And god was she good. Brittany looked so focused on what she was doing, and never once did Santana fear she would fall. She received several bouts of cheers after doing a trick to which Santana also raised her voice. By the end of it, Brittany's name was placed at the top of the scoreboard.
Something possessed Santana to run. Maybe it was because Brittany had just qualified first in the whole state of Hawaii or if she was being completely honest with herself, she just couldn't stand there another minute without being in the girl's arm.
Whatever her motive, it had led her right here – in front of a shocked Brittany.
"Santana?" She said confused, dropping her board into the sand.
"Brittany," Santana replied, taking careful steps towards the girl that had stolen her heart the day they had met.
"What are you…" Brittany was cut off by Santana's lips. Santana didn't realize how much she missed kissing Brittany until she was again.
"Brittany, I…I came back because I…" Santana knew it was too soon. They had only known each other for a few days and then she'd disappeared for three months. It had never crossed her mind that maybe Brittany had found someone else, that she was too late.
"Santana, I can't believe you're here."
"I had to come back Brittany, because…I have to tell you."
"Is something the matter?" Brittany asked, worry sketched all over her face.
"No, I just. I quit. I'm not Finn's fiancée anymore and it's because I realized that I'm in love with someone else. And I know it's so soon and maybe you even found someone but…I had to tell you."
"Oh-kay," Brittany drawled hoping against hope that Santana was saying what she thought she was hearing.
"Brittany, I'm in love with you."
"Oh god, I was afraid you wouldn't actually say it." Brittany smirked but grabbed both Santana's cheeks and kissed her soundly.
And well, Santana didn't know what was going to happen after that but the glint in Brittany's eyes when she pulled out of the kiss said that Santana was welcome to stay.
"I'm in love with you too Santana and I'm so glad you came back."
The end.
