Hey Folks. I'm very sorry for the long wait and that this chapter sucks...Actually it's a gap filler but some things in here needed to be written. I thought about writing a longer chapter but I'm on a ten-day seminar next week and I didn't want to leave you hanging!
Disclaimer: Don't own anything but the things I made up!
Song: "4th of July" by Amy MacDonald.
R&R and enjoy!
Santana awoke to a steady heartbeat pulsing underneath her. The sensation rippled through her body and reached her very core. The beat was in absolute sync with her own heart. The sun was shedding its warm light through the tree branches and her skin was buzzing with warmth. Her mind was still jumbled from sleep but she was sure she registered the annoying sound of birds.
The small Latina pressed her face deeper in to the crook of a neck next to her. Blonde hair tickled Santana's nose and she had to wrinkle it. In the process she inhaled the sweet scent of the person next to her. It smelled like a field of wildflowers and Santana had to smile. Slowly she cracked one eye open but shut it instantly as the bright sunlight hit her.
She groaned softly and tried not to disturb the girl under her in her sleep. Slowly the Latina propped herself up on an elbow and fully opened her eyes this time. A huge smile made its way on her face the moment her eyes adjusted.
Brittany was lying underneath her still in deep slumber. Her head had dropped to one side now that Santana's head was no longer there to support it and her arms were still tightly wrapped around the other girl's middle. Her hair was splayed out around her head creating some kind of fake halo. Although Santana had to admit the beams of sunlight made it glow. Not only Brittany's hair but her alabaster white skin too, it soaked up every raw of light shimmering softly. She looked so peaceful that if Santana wouldn't see the rise and fall of her mate's chest she might think she was dead. The next moment she thought she looked as innocent as a child.
Santana's heart swelled at the sight of her girlfriend and she fell even more in love. Santana knew her mate for only two days and there were so many things of Brittany's character she wanted to discover. Moments she wanted to share with the blonde and creating memories neither of them would ever forget despite what happened in the future. Right now the Latina experienced such a moment that she would forever store in her heart.
For a second Brittany scrunched up her eyebrows and Santana had to keep herself from laughing softly at the sight of it. The other girl looked totally adorable and vulnerable and again Santana mused how she ever deserved a girl like Brittany. Many of her insecurities rooted in the mistrust towards the process of imprinting.
After Quinn had told her on Pauli's wedding that mate's sometimes really broke up with each other the thought had terrified the small Latina. Santana wasn't the most optimistic person in the world in truth she was rather pessimistic and of course she had herself half convinced that exactly that would happen to her after merely five minutes.
Thinking Brittany was a gift from heaven above worsened Santana's fears but after everything that happened yesterday those were replaced by content and trust and love. That Brittany had complimented her dress for the ritual, praised her body and declared her love were things that made Santana incredible happy and burst with love but it could have been the magic of the imprint making the Dutch say those things. At least in her paranoid mind Santana didn't want to spare that possibility.
No, the moments that chased the girl's fears away were different ones. Moments in which a verbal declaration of love was needless. Moments in which love surrounded them like a cloud and was evident in their smiles, in their laughs and in their eyes.
She had felt loved the moment Brittany comforted her after the marriage slip-up by just holding her.
The moment she had carried her through the house when the Latina had her hysteric break down. Never yelling at her. Never calling her childish or clingy. Just searching something to make it better.
The way their bodies had melted together on the dance floor. Always moving as one and even after there was no space left between them there was always the urge, the need to be even closer.
Santana remembered how alive she had felt in Brittany's arms. Like she could finally do everything she ever feared and achieve anything she ever wanted. Last night when she had fallen asleep enveloped in those strong arms she decided what she said to her girlfriend earlier in the bedroom had come straight from the bottom of her heart. It wasn't due to some old magic but just because she was truly, madly, deeply in love with Brittany and Brittany loved her just the same.
And in the end she knew it all along.
She knew she should resist the urge but she had to kiss Brittany. All those feelings building and boiling in her chest were too much for this unholy hour and then ever so slowly she dipped her head down. Inches before their lips touched Santana stopped.
The fact that she could do this every morning from now on brought tears to her eyes and her mouth went dry. As her breath mingled with Brittany's and their noses touched she closed the remaining gap and softly pressed her lips down.
She had to smile in to the kiss as she heard Brittany sigh and felt her kiss back. Santana pulled back and looked straight in to Brittany's crystal blue eyes. They were clouded with sleep.
"Hi…San…" The blonde mumbled and squeezed her eyes shut again then she yawned.
"Morning, baby…" Santana whispered and kissed her on the cheek.
"Mornin' too, gorgeous…." She said but then grimaced:
"…It's far too early. Why can't we sleep a little longer?" Brittany grumbled and tightened her grip around Santana so the smaller girl had to lie down again.
Santana tucked her head under Brittany's chin and smiled contently:
"The stupid birds woke me up." She pouted and started to play with a golden lock.
"Poor, Sanny." Brittany purred and planted a kiss to Santana's forehead.
Suddenly the Latina registered a faint pounding in her head and moaned and an ache in her stomach:
"Ugh…I think I have a hangover…"
She pressed closer in to Brittany's warm body and hid her face in Brittany's neck.
She felt the arms around her tighten and Brittany hummed softly:
"Maybe we can stay like this for the rest of the day…and it'll go away. Or we go back to sleep…"
"But I'm awake now…" Santana whined.
"Me, too." Brittany whispered:
"How about we cuddle a bit then?" she suggested.
"Sounds perfect." Santana chuckled and raised her head. She caught Brittany staring at her. The remains of sleep had vanished and Brittany's eyes seemed to go on endlessly. They were as wide as the sky above them and Santana lost herself completely.
Suddenly a lopsided grin formed on Brittany's face:
"Why are you smiling like you have something dirty in mind?" Santana asked in a flirty manner.
The blonde's grin softened until it was a warm smile.
She untangled her right hand from Santana's waist and brushed some loose, raven locks out of her mate's face.
Softly her thumb caressed Santana's cheek as she asked:
"Did I already tell you how beautiful you are? Especially now. Your hair looks like Pauli's and I love it." After a short pause she added:" I can't wait to wake up like this every morning."
Then she leaned in.
"Me neither, baby." Santana managed to husk before she felt Brittany's lips on her own. It was soft and sweet and Brittany thought Santana poured all her feelings in to it.
After they broke the kiss a little out of breath Brittany started to plant butterfly kisses to every part of Santana's face.
Her cheeks, her nose, her temple.
Then Brittany's mouth travelled south and the kisses lasted longer. Down Santana's jaw, under her ear and along her neck. It was still warm to the touch from the Latina's sleeping position and a pleasant shiver ran down the blonde's spine as she smelled Vanilla and honey.
She planted an open mouth kiss on Santana's pulse point her tongue drawing lazy circles there.
She had to smile as she heard her girlfriend moan and shudder in pleasure.
Brittany grinned and softly raked her teeth over the sensitive skin making Santana squirm above her.
She loved the way Santana's face contorted in pleasure and she recognized that she barely managed to hold herself up. She let her mouth travel as her hands found Santana's hips, her waist and the outlines of her ribcage.
She bit down hard on Santana's neck wanting her girlfriend to shudder with need. She sucked on Santana's neck feeling an inhuman pulse rushing underneath the thin layer of skin. She flicked her tongue over the spot where she was sure she had left bite marks and the next second she had to stop.
Santana wasn't able to keep it together anymore as her arms betrayed her and she crashed right on top of the blonde moaning and whimpering in to the blonde's ear:
"Oh God…Brit…"
To Brittany Santana's voice sounded like liquid sex right now and she felt a shiver running down her spine. Again:
"I love your voice." She mumbled.
"You're a tease." Santana responded.
"And you love it." Brittany chuckled.
"Yeah…" Santana huffed.
Suddenly the Latina felt Brittany laugh beneath her.
"What's so funny?" she asked annoyed thinking her girlfriend was laughing at her.
To her surprise the Dutch raised one arm and pointed towards a patch of sky above them.
"See that cloud? It looks just like a unicorn." Brittany giggled.
Santana had to change her position until she was lying next to her and not on top of her girlfriend anymore. Her head was resting on Brittany's shoulder and her arm and she felt the blonde playing with her hair. She squinted in to the sun trying to see a unicorn.
"I don't see it, baby…" she whined after a moment.
Brittany laughed a little at the childish expression of her mate then she raised an arm again. With her fingers she guided Santana's eyes to a big cloud surrounded by the clear blue sky:
"There it is, see? There's its horn, its back, its tail…." Her finger traced the shape of the unicorn-cloud trying to show her girlfriend the legendary creature in the sky.
When Santana didn't speak for a couple of moments Brittany turned her head to look at her. What she saw made her laugh. Santana's face was a mask of deep concentration as she tried to find the damn horned horse. Brittany thought she looked super cute like that. Suddenly Santana turned her head, too and looked helplessly at her girlfriend:
"I still don't get it, Britt. I only see a reindeer…"
The next moment Brittany burst in to laughter.
"It's not funny. There is no unicorn…" Santana grouched as she playfully punched Brittany's collarbone. Still laughing Brittany protested:
"But there is…you just have to look right!"
"There aint!"
"There is!"
"Aint!"
"IS!"
"Oh shut up!" Santana huffed at last and pressed her lips on Brittany's.
The Dutch tried to protest nonetheless but after Santana shoved her tongue in to Brittany's mouth the blonde was eager to battle it with her own and finally turned mute.
"It's a fucking reindeer…" Santana grumbled so low that the other girl couldn't hear.
They continued their cloud gazing for roughly an hour. Playfully arguing whether one cloud was a pirate ship or Hogwarts and another one more of a tree or a mutated piece of broccoli. Occasionally they shared a kiss.
As the sun travelled higher in to the sky Brittany's stomach started to growl. Instantly her cheeks turned pink and Santana laughed while her hand drew patterns on toned abs:
"Someone's hungry?" she asked and quirked an eyebrow at her blushing girlfriend.
Brittany nodded her head sheepishly.
"Well I have to hit a toilet anyway…so how about we get outa here and look where the losers are?"
She suggested and sat up.
By doing so the blanket that magically had covered both of them until now slid from her shoulders and pooled around her waist. Only then she realized something. Brittany was half naked. Santana could only feel Brittany smirk because her eyes were too busy roaming the other girl's body.
For one second panic flashed through her mind. Quickly she looked down at herself and saw that she still wore her dress. Then why was her girlfriend only clad in an incredible cute pink bra with white polka dots and matching panties? Suddenly she felt her mate's hands on her thighs caressing them and the memories of the night came flooding back.
They had played strip poker.
A sigh of relief escaped Santana's lips. She had feared that some drunken creep had stolen Brittany's clothes the night before but thinking about it, it could have been her. Then she remembered that she didn't really had a chance to stare yesterday because she had been busy glaring daggers at whoever tried to stare at Brittany. She remembered almost lashing out at Rory.
But now there was no Rory and her eyes were free to roam. For a brief moment she locked eyes with her girlfriend and the trust and love that were reflected there was enough proof for the Latina that she probably could do anything with Brittany's body. As Santana started to trace Brittany's lips with the tip of her pointer-finger those blue eyes were clouded with something else than sleep.
They were clouded by lust and became even darker as Santana moved her finger to the blonde's jaw, down her neck and over her collarbone. Santana felt it became harder to breath as her finger ghosted over a bra clad breast and Brittany gasped. The Latina was sure she had felt a rock hard nipple under the pink fabric.
Then no longer obeying Santana her finger moved to the valley of Brittany's breasts and this time the blonde moaned in pleasure.
By the time Santana reached Brittany's ribcage she used her flat hand to discover the splendor that was her girlfriend's body. Her hand pressed down and her nails scraped over toned abs as Brittany thrust her body upwards.
She had never been this turned on by a simple touch. Her head was thrown back, her mouth opened slightly and her hands clenched in Santana's dress as the other girl started to plant hot, wet open mouth kisses on her neck and chest. The Latina's hand was wandering south. Brittany's eyes flew open as Santana reached the hem of her panties. She grabbed the other girl's wrist to stop her.
Instantly Brittany saw hurt flashing across Santana's face and she hurried to explain herself:
"Baby…please don't think I don't want this as much as you. Just look at me and you know…but if we really continue this now I probably die from starvation afterwards."
She looked apologetic at Santana and was relieved when she saw those brown orbs softening looking like melted chocolate.
"I'm sorry baby…I kind of forgot…and got carried away here…." Santana mumbled before she kissed Brittany's forehead and scrambled out of the hammock.
As she hid the damp grass with her bare feet Santana shivered. She had no idea where her shoes or her jacket were.
Thinking of clothes…
As she turned around Brittany was standing next to the hammock still in nothing but her underwear.
She saw Goosebumps forming on her girlfriend's arms and thighs as she hugged herself to prevent herself from freezing. Brittany was already shivering without a blanket and Santana's body keeping her warm.
Suddenly she felt something being thrown around her shoulders and as she looked up from her feet Santana stood in front of her with two ends of a blanket in hand. She handed one to Brittany and now with her free hand grabbed Brittany's:
"I don't want you to catch a cold…" the Latina explained to her very baffled mate. Then she snuggled next to Brittany and they padded towards the big house. Both wrapped up in the same blanket.
"And you don't want that anybody stares…" Brittany smirked and nudged the smaller girl.
"Maybe…" The Latina stuck her tongue out.
Right before they entered the now silent house Brittany asked:
"How are you feeling? You mentioned a hangover…" She looked worriedly at her mate and Santana was touched by so much concern over a simple hangover.
"It's not that bad. I just need some coffee and some Advil and no loud noises and then I'm fine."
She smiled lovingly at her girlfriend and squeezed her hand.
Brittany smiled, too before she said: "Okay…let's get some coffee for you."
They spotted no one as they walked through the living room towards the kitchen. Well, almost. Puck was still lying on the floor in his underwear oblivious to the world.
Brittany and Santana decided to let him be as both remembered how drunk the poor boy was after the last round of strip Poker.
As they entered the kitchen they were surprised to find a familiar blonde sitting at the bar drinking coffee. Her hair was damp from showering.
"Hi, ladies." She greeted them: "Finally awake? You looked totally cute by the way."
"Quinn? You're already awake and…showered?" Santana asked as she positioned herself on one of the bar chairs. She left the blanket hanging around her mate's shoulders.
Quinn nodded her head:" While you sweeties were still in the land of dreams Rachel decided to kick me out of the hammock. We shared a nice long shower before she started to kick everyone out."
Brittany then registered that no one seemed to be left in the house but the three girls and the knocked out boy. She thanked Quinn as she accepted a cup of coffee from the other blonde. She hopped on a counter and wondered where her clothes might be.
"So…where is Rachel anyway? No one said something terrible annoying in the last minute." Santana asked her eyes searching Quinn's over the top of her cup.
Quinn grimaced before she responded:
"She went to school…on a day where we're allowed to ditch…" she grumbled and shook her head.
Santana snorted:
"In her state? The girl was hammered last night. I bet she's still drunk."
Quinn crossed her arms and sulked:
"And I think that's partly the reason why she went there. She mumbled something about giving Will a piece of her mind after ditching GLEE yesterday."
Brittany tilted her head and her eyebrows scrunched up in confusion:
"How did she get there? We all came with Puck's last night. Did she snatch his keys?"
Quinn smiled gently at her:
"No. Mercedes totally lost is after she woke up this morning and woke up the rest of the boys, too. Well, Rachel somehow managed to convince her it wasn't too late for school so she went with Mercedes."
"Man…her determination is going to kill her one day." Santana said as she finished her coffee.
She hopped of the stool and was halfway out of the kitchen before she turned around:
"Baby…You know I really have no problem with your way of dressing this morning but your shivering again." Then she blew a blushing Brittany a kiss and searched for a toilet.
"Where's she going?" Quinn asked as she handed Brittany a second cup.
"Toilet…" Brittany mumbled as her eyes followed Santana's swaying hips. Somehow Brittany registered the separation hurt way less then yesterday. Maybe because Santana was just around the corner and they already handled larger separations. She hoped the Latina wouldn't take that long. Following her to the toilet was weird even for Brittany.
Chuckling Quinn asked:
"What sort of dressing was Santana referring to?"
Brittany rolled her eyes and lifted the blanket.
"Oh. I see…" Quinn grinned before she added:
"Rachel found your clothes in the living room this morning. I don't know how she managed it but they are lying on the couch. Folded."
"Cool!" Brittany exclaimed before she dashed in to the living room leaving a laughing Quinn behind.
It wasn't the fact that she only wore her underwear. She never had a problem with people seeing her like that and the only two persons awake right now were girls and one of them her girlfriend. She felt uncomfortable because it was weather outside was nice with next to no clouds in the sky but in the end it was still march.
After Brittany found her clothes just like Quinn described them she padded back in to the kitchen.
She was pleasantly surprised when she saw Quinn rummaging in the fridge and putting a pan on the stove. Brittany felt like she was drooling as Quinn cracked some eggs open:
"I'm starving…" she groaned as she put her clothes on the bar.
"Me, too. And Santana gets grumpy in the morning without food…" Quinn smiled as she put the egg shells in to the basket.
"Scrambled eggs?" the petite blonde asked and turned around.
Brittany nodded her head fiercely but stopped as she saw Quinn's expression.
Her eyes were widened in shock and it looked like she was trying to stifle a laugh.
"What's so funny?" Brittany asked:" Do I have something in my face?"
By now Quinn was smirking.
"Well not exactly. How was your night, Britt?" she asked with raised eyebrows.
Brittany was even more confused now:
"Good…why are you asking?" she asked tentavely.
"No funny business in the hammock?" Quinn probed and attended to the eggs again.
Brittany remembered that she had pretty much funny during the strip poker game but in the hammock both girls were far too tired to tell each other jokes.
She narrowed her eyes at the other blonde:
"No…"
Finally Quinn turned around again openly grinning at one puzzled Brittany:
"Well, Britt. It looks like someone tried to eat you last night." Then she motioned to Brittany's body.
Brittany's eyes widened and her jaw dropped. Her whole chest was covered in more or less dark purple bruises. And she didn't remember how they came there. She didn't want to know how her neck looked like.
"Oh…" she mumbled as she examined herself further. On her thighs and forearms were angry, red scratch marks and she blushed heavily as she remembered where they came from.
Quickly Brittany dressed not wanting to embarrass herself further. She drooled as the smell of fried eggs hit her nose.
As Quinn added some spices she asked:
"So you really wanna tell me you didn't go at it last night and yet you totally look like it?"
"Nothing happened yesterday!" Brittany protested.
"Why not?" Quinn asked curious.
"Oh…uhm…I dunno. I think we were just pretty tired it was like dawn when we fell asleep. Not that I don't want to I really do but I'm happy it didn't happen in a hammock." Brittany shrugged.
Having her first time with Santana in a hammock where she had to stifle her moans and probably fell out wasn't how she imagined it. In the end she was happy that they just slept. Feeling Santana's body pressed in to her own and hearing her mumble and sigh in her sleep was totally worth it. She had never looked cuter.
"Rachel didn't mind yesterday." Quinn said nonchalant.
"Seriously? Come on she was like totally asleep when we stopped playing cards." Brittany asked.
"She was beyond good and evil after we reached the hammock. I'm surprised you didn't hear us." Quinn grinned.
"Ewww…" Brittany grimaced.
Quinn stuck her tongue out as she placed three plates on the bar. She left some egg in the pan for Puck. Then she fished some bread out of a cupboard and ketchup from the fridge.
Brittany groaned as she watched the food in front of her. She was so hungry.
Quinn had to laugh. Brittany was eyeing her food like prey and she probably was drooling again. Quinn knew the other blonde wanted to wait but she said:
"Dig in, Britt. She won't mind."
Brittany first looked at her then glanced over her shoulder before she tried her first bite. Instantly Brittany's eyes lit up. This was the best fucking egg she had ever tasted.
After gulping down a couple of bites Brittany said with her mouth full:
"Man I hope San can cook like this! This is delicious!"
Quinn blushed a little before she thanked Brittany. The other girl didn't seem to hear her and had a faraway-look on her face.
"Brittany? You're still there?"
"Oh…yeah sorry. I just thought about someone else fucking in a hammock." Brittany mumbled.
"I knew it! But please don't tell me. I don't want to hear you fantasizing about Santana."
"I wasn't! I thought about…." But Brittany was interrupted by a loud laugh from the living room.
The next moment Santana came back in to the kitchen wearing her jacket and shoes. She plopped down next to Brittany and entangled their feet. Immediately she dug in to her egg.
A bit awkward in the door way stood no one else than Pauli and Emily. Brittany had just shoved another bite in to her mouth and now struggled with swallowing at the sight of the both of them.
Quinn's mouth had fallen open and the remains of coffee dropped from her mouth back in to the cup. Emily rolled her eyes as she poured herself a cup of coffee and plopped down next to Brittany:
"God. Please stop staring. This wasn't my idea at all. Your brother started this." She huffed as she said the last part to a still smirking Santana.
Finally Brittany found her voice again:
"What the hell happened to you?"
Pauli's hair looked worse than ever before. All of his hairs stood in a different direction and they looked knotted and tangled in to each other. He wore only jeans and his chest looked just like last night. Hickeys and bruises covered his muscular torso and only now Brittany recognized a big gash on his forearm. His face looked a bit pale and stubbles grew on his cheeks. Right now he nursed a cup of coffee and tried to wake up. He leaned against a counter next to Quinn.
"You look just as battered as Brit. Maybe you two should search for new mates and you live longer." Quinn pointed out clearly amused.
Pauli raised an eyebrow at Brittany and sputtered:
"What?"
Brittany lifted her shirt enough for him to see a couple of almost black hickeys on her ribcage.
Pauli's eyebrows vanished under his messy pony as he looked at his sister:
"Holy shit, munchkin. What did you do? Did you try to eat her?"
Santana gulped a mouthful of egg down before she responded:
"I don't know. I don't remember doing it! But I remember Brit never complained." She protested before she kissed Brittany's temple.
"And you probably can do it again, one day." Brittany smirked before the two girls shared a quick kiss.
Brittany then turned to Emily:
"You want to tell us you don't remember, too?"
Emily put her cup down before she fully turned to Brittany and said nonchalant:
"No…I totally remember doing it. It's payback! And he knows for what."
Now everyone looked at Pauli. He tried to hide behind his coffee but in the end explained:
"Uhm…it seems I hid her dress when I was drunk."
The three teenage girls shared an amused glance before Emily said:
"You should tell them where!"
Pauli cringed:
"On a tree…and no I don't know how I came there…and now it's stuck there…"
He looked clearly embarrassed and became even more as the three girls burst in to laughter.
"What did you plan for today?" Pauli asked hurriedly. On the one hand he was genuine interested on the other hand he wanted to divert from his embarrassing night.
Quinn was the first to answer:
"Probably rescuing Rachel from detention. For the rest of the day I may have to endure her whining about a hangover."
Santana grinned at her:
"It must really suck to have a mate that behaves and dresses like a five year old."
Quinn sent her an unmistakable glare:
"Shut it, Lopez!"
"It's just that I have to remind you sometimes of how annoying Berry can be." Santana shrugged and plopped the remains of Brittany's bread in to her mouth.
Pauli cleared his throat:
"What about you and Brittany, munchkin? Anything planned?"
Santana looked questioningly at her mate.
"My parents have to work today. They told me it could get late…so…I don't have to be at home until the evening." The blonde explained.
Santana smiled at her before she interlaced their fingers:
"How about you come with me then. We plop a movie in and get our cuddle on again?"
"Sounds like a plan." Brittany smiled.
She wasn't in the mood to do anything today and maybe there was some alcohol left in her system. Cuddling with Santana the whole day sounded like an awesome plan to the Dutch.
"And what about you?" Brittany said after she broke her gaze from swirling brown orbs and now looked at Pauli.
The tall boy groaned:
"Shit…we have to go to the store sometime today. Yesterday came a delivery and we have to sort through it today."
"Sounds like fun." Brittany smiled.
"Yeah, totally. Thanks!" Pauli's voice was dripping with sarcasm.
"You have to come and visit one day. Your girl isn't in to books that much. She always flips through children's books." Emily suggested.
The next moment Brittany looked at a heavily blushing Santana and grinned:
"Really? Which book?"
"Ugh…I don't know…I forgot…stop asking." Santana grumbled.
Suddenly Pauli said:
"Where the Wild things are."
Brittany looked at him confused:
"What?"
"Well…"Where the wild things are" is the title of the book she reads….she stops by every…."
But he was interrupted by his raging sister:
"Shut up! Shut up you idiot!" the small Latina roared. She hopped out of the bar stool and was halfway through the kitchen ready to strangle her brother as strong arms wrapped around her waist.
As Brittany tried to calm a struggling and fuming Santana, Emily continued:
"She stops by every couple of weeks and reads it."
She said and winked.
Brittany smiled warmly at Santana and planted a small kiss on her bare shoulder. The rampaging Latina stilled immediately and turned around to face her mate. Her eyes were big and fearful as she asked in a small voice:
"You don't think it's childish?"
Brittany snorted before she said:
"No way! I love that book. And I have every Disney movie on DVD so I'm not one to talk."
She grinned brightly and Santana relaxed further in to the embrace.
Suddenly they heard a crashing noise from the living room.
"Looks like Puck decided it's time to wake up." Quinn grinned before she walked in to the living room.
She heard the boy groan as he sat up and rubbed his Mohawked head.
"Hey, Noah. Feeling good?" Quinn asked as she tossed him his clothes.
"Ugh….fuck you Fabgay…" he groaned and put his shirt on.
"Please don't forget your trousers, Puck. Your underwear is barely covering the Puckasaurus." She pointed out and was almost back in the kitchen when he replied:
"Maybe I should go without any, today."
"Then I'm most likely going to puke."
Back in the kitchen she put the remaining egg on a plate and the remaining coffee in a mug and placed everything on the bar next to Brittany. Emily and Pauli were gone and Santana told her they were showering.
Quinn slapped the Dutch's hand away as the girl tried to steal some of the food:
"No way, Britt. That's for Puck. I need him to wake up properly so he can take me home."
Brittany was pouting but Quinn stood her ground.
Moments later Puck stumbled in to the kitchen and asked:
"What do you want me to do?"
Then he hugged both Santana and Brittany before he plopped down on the bar stool.
"I need you to take me home. Rachel went with Mercedes to school this morning and…"
As Quinn caught Puck's surprised and highly amused expression she huffed:
"Yeah…I know…please spare me whatever you want to say, Santana already mocked me. You take me home when you're finished?"
Puck chomped on his egg as he high fived with Santana and Brittany giggled. After he swallowed he pointed his fork at Quinn:
"Yup, sure thing. It's payback for this awesome breakfast."
Quinn clapped her hands.
Sometime later Pauli and Emily came back. This time showered and dressed properly. Well, Emily's dress was still in the tree but she found another lost dress in the house. The group split up after breakfast and hiring someone who would clean the house after they left. It looked like WWIII happened in there.
Quinn went home with Puck after they picked up Rachel from school. Not wanting to make such a big detour Santana decided to go with Pauli and Emily. Their book store wasn't that far away from the Lopez house. Around noon they passed one of the many keys to a group of horrified looking cleaning clerks and said their good-byes.
Again Brittany and Santana shared the backseats. Brittany's head lay on Santana's shoulder and she looked rather sleepy again. Santana's hand was softly caressing her side and the Dutch purred.
After they passed the barrier and hit the road Santana chuckled:
"Mom is going to kill you when she hears what happened."
"Mom can't say a thing. The house is still standing. And we called that stupid cleaning company just like she said." He shrugged.
The rest of the ride was mostly spent in silence. Santana felt fatigue creeping through her veins again and somewhere along the ride she fell asleep with Brittany lightly snoring beside her.
Pauli kicked them out in front of the house and made Santana promise not to tell anything to Maria Lopez. The girls snuggled up on the couch and after Santana praised it for more than twenty minutes they watched "Sweet Valley High". They didn't last through the first disc before they fell asleep again. They ended up in the same position as last night with Brittany's arms wrapped around Santana's middle and Santana's face buried in the crook of the blonde's neck.
They stayed like that until the sun descended from the sky and the front door opened.
"Santana?" Maria Lopez shouted as she put her keys on the counter and hung up her coat. As she got no responds she walked in to the living room and stopped dead in her tracks as her eyes fell on the couch.
There was her daughter cuddling with Brittany and totally oblivious to the world. Her face was lying on Brittany's chest and her hair was ruffled. One of her hands was tangled in Brittany's shirt and the other was out of sight. Plastered on her face was a content smile and Maria's heart ached because her daughter never seemed more peaceful.
Brittany looked just as content as Santana her arms keeping everything bad away from the smaller girl. Maria's eyes narrowed as she saw where exactly Brittany's hands rested. Far too low on her daughter's back.
Being the overprotective mother she was she dumped her bag extra loud on the dining table. To her surprise there was no mob of black hair shooting up from the couch so she tried again. With a little more force. This time she got the result she wanted.
"Shit!" She heard her daughter swear softly. Seconds later her head poked over the backrest of the couch.
"Hey Mami….uhm…how was your day?" she heard her daughter mumble.
"Oh…fine. Until I came home." Maria answered.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw Santana cringe. She hadn't moved one inch from her spot.
"Did you…see..?" her daughter asked hesitantly.
Maria finally looked at Santana. It wasn't that she didn't like Brittany or anything. But this was her daughter. In her own little dream world Santana was still a virgin. The reasonable voice in her head highly doubted it, though.
"Yes mija. I saw you cuddling with Brittany. But that's not the point. I saw where her hands were!" she tried to sound scandalized.
She saw Santana craned her neck to see what the problem was. As she finally found Brittany's hands planted firmly on her ass, she snapped her head back towards her mother and blushed furiously.
Maria shook her head as Santana opened her mouth to say something:
"No, no, no, honey. This will wait until your dad gets home. I don't care that you were cuddling on the couch but Brittany has to know that there are some rules she has to follow as long as she's here."
"But, mom. It wasn't her fault. We were sleeping. You can't seriously do that to her." Santana whined. Maria huffed as she started to get vegetables out of the fridge and some bowls and a pan.
"We are not going to discuss this, Santana. We are not going to scold or her or shout at her but we care about you. This is a conversation all parents have with the…well normally boyfriends of their daughters."
She heard Santana groan and mumble as she lied back down:
"This is not the first time her hands are there…"
"What was that?"
"Ugh…nothing!"
"Young lady don't even think about lying back down. Wake your mate up and we make dinner. I assume you haven't eaten yet." Maria said to her daughter as she washed her hands and rolled up the sleeves of her blouse.
Her daughter gave her only a grunt in response but seconds later Maria heard her whispering in a much softer voice. This time she decided not to eavesdrop.
The whispering continued for some while as Santana gently coaxed her girlfriend awake. Then Maria heard a sharp intake of breath and the rustling of clothes and a mumbled:
"I'm so sorry, Sanny."
Moments later the two girls stood in the kitchen. Santana glared daggers at her mother and had both of her arms tightly wrapped around one of Brittany's. The Dutch was looking at her feet too nervous to raise her eyes.
Maria put water in a pot and put it on the stove before she looked at the two girls:
"Hey, Brittany. How are you? I see you're already wearing Santana's clothes."
Brittany gulped but after noticing that the older woman neither sounded patronizing nor angry she slowly raised her eyes:
"Uhm…good…I think…and yeah…Santana borrowed me some after we showered…" the blonde stuttered.
Maria's eyes widened and her hands clenched around the pot handles:
"You did what?" she managed to choke.
Realizing her mistake Brittany instantly went beet red:
"No we didn't! I mean…yes we did…but no…I mean we showered separately…and…uhm...I'm sorry."
Santana tightened her grip around Brittany's arm:
"Don't freak out, mom. We did shower separately. Promise!"
Watching how the blonde girl hung her head in defeat and detecting nothing but truth in her daughter's eyes Maria let out a sigh:
"It's all right, Brittany. And I'm sorry too. It's just that Santana is my baby and sometimes I get a little overprotective."
She didn't want to make the girl feel even worse. That would happen soon enough. After dinner.
"Sometimes? More like all the time!" Santana scoffed.
Maria decided to ignore that comment:
"How about you two do something useful and help me with the dinner? It's spaghetti Alfredo tonight."
"What should we do?" Santana asked as she stepped further in to the kitchen.
Brittany was following happy that maybe with a task at hand she could forget her nervousness.
"You can do the fish, Santana and Brittany…well I never saw your cooking skills. Will you do the salad, please?"
Brittany nodded her head and the three women began.
Roughly an hour later the front door opened again and Angelo Lopez stepped in to the living room.
"Something is smelling good." He smiled brightly as Santana put the noodles on the table and walked over to him.
"Hey, Papi. How was your day?" she asked as she hugged him briefly and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"Hey, honey. Good except for the idiot that decided to die half an hour before my shift ended."
Santana chuckled softly. Her father was an internist and it didn't happen for the first time that he came home later due to his patients.
"So…where is Brittany? I bet she's still here." Angelo smiled at his daughter. Santana eyed him with suspicion.
"Yeah…of course she's still here. Why?"
"Your mother already told me how she found you two. I'm not angry with her. When I was your age I was in a similar situation like her. But I'm going to have this little "parents-girlfriend" talk with Brittany tonight." Angelo explained. On the one hand he really didn't want to do it on the other hand despite Maria annoying him with it, it had to be done.
"Ugh…dad…really? Brittany is so nervous she's hardly talking right now."
Santana grumbled.
"We all have to pull through this." He winked before he went in to the kitchen to greet his wife.
Moments later he went to the table with the sauce in hand just as Brittany put the salad on it:
"Hey, Brittany. How are you?" he asked in a gentle voice.
"Uhm…good….thank you, Mr. Lopez." The blonde stuttered.
"Didn't I tell you to call me Angelo?"
"Uhm…yes…I'm sorry Mr. Lo…I mean Angelo. Are you too going to tell me now….that I should keep my hands….to myself?" Brittany mumbled and averted her eyes.
Angelo raised his eyebrows and looked at his wife. Maria tried to look as innocent as possible as she put plates and the cutlery on the table and sat down next to Angelo.
"No, Brittany. I'm not going to do that. We just have a little talk after dinner. How does that sound?" Angelo suggested as he gave out the food.
Brittany opened her mouth but decided her voice had left her and in the end she just nodded. In her throat was a big lump and in her chest a painful ache. Brittany wasn't surewhether it was from nervousness or fear. What if Santana's parents didn't like the things she said? Or the way she treated their daughter?
A soft hand grasping her own made her look up. Santana was sitting next to her. As close as possible and looked at her with so much love swirling in those endless pools of chocolate brown that Brittany calmed down instantly.
The next moment she heard Santana say:
"Great. Now you scared her so much that she's not talking at all. Thanks!" Santana's voice was dripping with sarcasm. She took both of Brittany's hands in her own and ran her thumps softly over pale knuckles.
"Baby?" Santana asked gently.
As she got no responds she shot both Angelo and Maria a death glare before she let go of Brittany's hands and gently cupped her face.
The next moment she pressed her lips softly on Brittany's. The blonde gasped in to the kiss and Santana was sure she heard her mother do the same. After she broke the kiss she pressed her cheek next to Brittany's and whispered:
"I don't care what they say, Britt. Whatever they say I'll always love you. Always."
She felt her girlfriend nod before she retreated to her own seat.
For a second there was an awkward silence hanging over the table but Angelo jumped to rescue:
"How was the party by the way? Judy told me Quinn and Rachel came home today and Rachel had to spend the whole day in bed. Was it that awesome?"
When Angelo was younger he loved partying. Sometimes he wished he didn't have a job that took so much of his time and a pack of wolves to guide.
"Angelo! Passed out teenagers are not awesome!" Maria scolded. But Angelo passed the girls a lopsided grin and motioned for them to tell him.
The two girls shared a knowing glance before they started to tell the Lopez parents from last night.
They left out most of the booze, didn't tell the adults that they were almost having sex on the dance floor and how battered Brittany's body looked. She had borrowed a hoodie from Santana to hide the scratch marks. When Maria asked if Pauli did his job as a supervisor they both nodded with solemn faces but inwardly they were cracking up.
At the end of dinner Brittany felt a little better but as Santana started to praise her dance moves her cheeks turned pink again. She wasn't so sure if dance skills were part of the idle girlfriend Maria and Angelo had in mind. To her surprise both adults complimented her and asked if they would see her dance one day.
As the last bits of spaghetti and scampi were gone Maria collected the plates and said:
"How about you help me clean the kitchen, Santana?"
Santana rolled her eyes, gave Brittany a peck on the cheek and collected the empty bowls and glasses.
Angelo and Brittany positioned themselves on the couch in the living room.
Brittany was busy staring at her fidgeting hands when Angelo cleared his throat.
"Well…first of all….please don't be scared Brittany I won't be mean to you or anything. I just…have some questions for you. You're okay with that?"
Brittany nodded her head and slowly raised her eyes. Angelo seemed a little nervous himself. He put a hand through his hair and coughed before he continued:
"All right….the worst first…I already told you yesterday…" he turned around and his eyes locked with Brittany's. The girl saw so much of Santana in those dark orbs but the solemnity and seriousness that now made those eyes as hard as stone made her shudder.
"If you ever break her heart or hurt her in any way you'll pay for it. You are her mate and therefore you are bound to love her and protect her no matter what. If you ever fail to do that without a very good explanation you are no longer part of this family or the pack. I'm her father…it's my duty to make her happy, Brittany. Do you understand that?" Angelo said in a voice that would make a serial killer wet his pants.
For a couple of moments silence was draped like a blanket over the two. Brittany actually feared that if she said the wrong thing Angelo would kick her out. But after all she was Santana's mate. She was her soul mate destined to do those things Angelo just talked about. Her eyes flickered towards the kitchen where Santana was arguing with her mother and Brittany realized if she ever hurt Santana she probably wouldn't want to live anymore anyway.
Eventually her eyes met Angelo's again and for the first time since the two Lopez came home Brittany didn't feel nervous:
"Of course I do. Just like I said yesterday. I love your daughter. If I ever hurt her I'd probably kill myself before you have the chance to do it."
Angelo let out a long breath before he put his big arms around Brittany and hugged her:
"Thank you. This conversation wasn't entirely my idea but my wife still thinks Santana is our little girl. I would have started differently…maybe saying the mean words at the end…but now it's out and we can talk about other things. Oh before I forget. You really should keep your hands to yourself, at least for a while. If I ever catch you two….you know….doing adult things I probably survive it with a small trauma but Maria will ban you from the house….like forever. Good…that's said so we can talk now."
"Uhm…about what?" Brittany asked still trying to handle the hug and to fully comprehend that if Angelo ever caught her having sex with Santana she would still see the sun rising the next day.
Angelo shrugged his shoulders:
"What kinds of things do you like Brittany?"
"Oh…well…Santana already told you that I love dancing…and I had a cat back in the Netherlands but we had to leave it with my granny and….uhm…" Brittany stuttered.
"Do you already have a plan what to do after graduation?" Angelo asked genuinely interested.
"Not really…." Brittany admitted but after a short pause she continued with a little smile:
"I want to help Santana make her dreams come true…and get a good job to support her…maybe a dance studio…I don't know, yet."
"You don't want to go to college?" Angelo asked with raised eyebrows.
Brittany blushed a little and her hands started to fidget again. The best was if she told the truth. Taking a deep breath she answered:
"No…I think not. College never really appealed to me. It's not that I hate school but…it's not my thing, you know?"
To her surprise Angelo laughed:
"Yeah…I can understand you…I jobbed for maybe two or three years before I went to college. You already have more of a plan than me back then."
Brittany relaxed a little after the hard part. Angelo continued to ask her question but they were by far more comfortable than the first. He asked her how the Netherlands were and of course if she ever did drugs. Brittany answered truthfully. She said of course but he shouldn't forget that weed was legal in her home country. She also convinced him that neither she nor her friends ever ended up addicted.
By the time Santana strolled in to the living room it was pitch-black outside. She wrapped her arms around Brittany's shoulders from behind and was happy that the other girl instantly melted in to the touch.
"Are you finished, Papi? Can get my girlfriend back?" She asked.
Angelo laughed and waved his hand:
"Yeah, yeah. She needs to be cheered up a bit. She was pretty valiant, though."
Santana grinned proudly at her mate and good a small smile in return.
The moment Brittany wanted to stay up Angelo remembered something:
"Wait a moment you two. I almost forgot but Maria and I have to tell you something."
As Santana flopped down on the couch half sitting on her mate and her head resting on Brittany's shoulder Angelo called for his wife.
After Maria sat down next to Angelo Santana's eyebrows constricted in annoyance and curiosity:
"And now? What's up?"
"Well….we heard the two of you have a touching connection…and…"
But Maria was interrupted by her daughter:
"This is not about telling us that we're never allowed to sleep in the same bed or some bullshit like that?" Santana asked her eyes burning with anger.
"Santana language…" Santana only rolled her eyes but Maria continued:
"It's not about something like that. In fact it should even be impossible at least for now. Due to that connection you have to touch but we found a way for you to work on it." Maria said happily. At least the last part.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Santana asked bewildered.
"Santana lang…" this time her father tried but quickly decided to shut his mouth.
Maria continued:
"Apparently Quinn told Judy how bad you two looked in school yesterday. She was very concerned. Santana, you know Judy's position in the pack. Well she called us when all of you went to the party and together with her and you parents, Brittany; we compiled a schedule for you two."
The two girls shared a worried look before Brittany asked:
"For what?"
This time Angelo responded:
"Well you two have to learn how to handle separations. Imagine Brittany visits her relatives back home and you can't go with her Santana. You two would only suffer. In school it's the same. If all you do there is sit and suffer and wait for the bell to ring neither of you will graduate."
"Oh." Both girls said.
"And what's the plan?" Santana asked as she grabbed Brittany's hands. She didn't really wants to know how much time she had to spend apart from her girlfriend the next weeks or even months.
Both adults looked at each other then started to explain:
"According to Judy it's a good start that you have different classes when you're in school. It's a good preparation for the future when you have to work at different places but apparently it's not enough." Angelo said.
"So what?" Santana asked her hand gripping Brittany's so hard that the blonde winced slightly.
"On Mondays, Tuesdays and Thursdays you are going to sleep in your own beds. Alone…and I'm not finished Santana!" Maria declared and pointed a finger at Santana.
Santana already wanted to protest but she swallowed her anger and instead stared at her parents.
"On those three days you have to be at home at 10:00 pm. No exceptions and Brittany your parents know about this, too. But you get the whole weekend with each other." Her father proceeded.
Santana was ready to lunge at her parents for that stupid schedule but somehow Brittany managed it to sneak her hands around Santana and now the small Latina was trapped on the couch.
"I hate you….I hate you both!" she growled at her parents.
Beneath her anger she felt sadness and as she looked at Brittany's sullen face she knew her girlfriend liked this arrangement just as much as she did.
"It's just for the best. You can thank us when you're older." Her mother sing-songed.
As she passed a clock she stopped and feigned deep concentration. Suddenly she spun around and said:
"Santana, honey, what day is today?"
"Uhm Tuesday?" Santana grumbled. As she remembered her parents words just a minute ago her eyes widened:
"No…NO!" she growled through gritted teeth.
"Oh look how late it is, it's already quarter to ten. What a coincidence. Looks like someone needs to go home now." Then Maria was out of sight.
Santana's mouth hung open and she stared at her father:
"She's out of her mind right? She's kidding! Fuck…did she turn in to some kind of sadist?" Santana said and trashed in her mate's arms.
"Think of it as payback for earlier. She wasn't thrilled about the way she found you. You know normally she loves you Brittany. But you have to stick to the rules so I suggest Santana takes you home right now." Angelo said before he pushed himself of the couch.
"I'm being kicked out….on my second day with you…" Brittany said in a monotone voice staring off in to space.
"You're not being kicked out, baby." Santana said concern lacing her voice at Brittany's sight.
"I'm not?" Brittany turned her head but stared straight through Santana.
Santana cringed. Technically Brittany was kicked out.
"Well, yes….but listen to me Britt." She cupped the other girl's face and this time baby blue eyes locked with her own.
"I don't care what they say. I love you! They…this is not going to keep us apart." Santana said before she pressed her lips firmly on trembling pale ones. Brittany let out a long breath through her nose as she kissed back. They lips moved slowly against each other. The minute Santana broke away she leaned in again. Crashing her lips hungrily against Brittany's. This time her lips captured Brittany's bottom lip and her teeth grazed the soft flesh. Brittany's hands flew to Santana's neck and Santana's hands tangled in a worn out hoodie urging her girlfriend even closer.
"Girls!"
Angelo's deep voice interrupted them. Instantly the two girls jumped from apart. But as they locked their eyes there was no fear left. Santana grinned in a flirty manner and chewed on her lip as she stared at Brittany's swollen one. Brittany shuddered under the Latina's stare. She looked like a beast on the hunt ready to pounce on its prey. And Brittany was sure she was the prey.
"You really should check your surroundings the next time you do this. I don't mind but if Maria saw this you're banned from the house, Brittany. And now get your ass in motion, Santana. Tomorrow is school."
As Santana grumbled and got up from the couch Brittany suddenly remembered something:
"I have to change. I don't want to have another set of your clothes at home." Brittany said. The next moment she waved good-bye to Angelo and vanished upstairs.
Santana was on the edge of going after her but Angelo's voice kept her there:
"Oh no, young lady. You stay right here. If you go after her it can take a couple of hours for you to get out of the house. I know you Santana. And if it takes more than 20 to 25 minutes for you to bring her home I'm going to get you." Angelo said sternly.
Santana crossed her arms in front of her chest and rolled her eyes but in the end she said:
"Yeah, yeah. I got it!"
The next moment Brittany came skipping down the stairs in yesterday's clothes.
Angelo tossed Santanathe car keys and wished Brittany a good night before the girls exited the house.
They hopped in Angelo's black BMW and drove in the direction of Brittany's house. Brittany noticed that Santana drove way slower than she was allowed to. With raised eyebrows she looked at her girlfriend:
"San? You're driving slower than my granny? What's up?"
Santana stuck her tongue out before she said:
"Dad said I have 25 minutes to take you home and I know it only takes ten. I don't want you to go…" she mumbled the last part.
Brittany smiled gently as she grabbed one of Santana's hands:
"If you hurry up we can make out in the car for a bit." She smiled suggestively.
Instantly Santana's eyes widened and she hit the gas pedal.
Now she drove way too fast but Brittany was giggling next to her kissing her knuckles and the Latina felt excitement rushing through her veins. Not even ten minutes later and Santana parked the car in Brittany's drive way.
"I heard something about making out in a car like two horny teenagers back then." She said in a low voice as she unbuckled her seat belt and turned towards Brittany who was still grinning.
"Well…aren't we two horny teenagers?" Brittany said her voice dripping with lust.
"You may have a point there…" Santana husked as she leaned in.
The radio played Amy MacDonald's "4th of July".
Brittany's hands curled around Santana's collar as she dragged her closer. Her hot breath on Santana's ear made the Latina shudder. The next moment Brittany softly sang along to the song:
"And it still goes on like the 4th of July/And my heart still beats like you're by my side/And I dream of the day when you'll be mine/And I'll fly sky high"
The words rolled off Brittany's tongue and found their way straight to Santana's heart making it skip a beat. Santana backed away a few inches so she was able to look in to Brittany's eyes. Now they looked like the night sky. Almost black and again Santana was amazed by them. Brittany smiled sheepishly at her and the Latina's heartbeat sped up as she saw how magical Brittany's hair looked in the warm light of the street lantern.
The next second, as if on cue, their lips crashed together in a whirlwind of teeth and tongues and need. This time they didn't even bother to start slow. Santana shoved her tongue in to Brittany's mouth the moment the other girl parted her lips. Brittany accepted it with hunger her own tongue danced around it, sucked on it. Teeth scratched over swollen lips again.
Suddenly Santana's back hit the inside of the driver's door. Brittany was crawling on top of her one of her knees pressed next to Santana's thigh and the other next to the gear knob. One of her hands was pressed against the window next to Santana's head and the other slowly made its way under Santana's shirt.
Santana slid down the door and sneaked her legs from underneath her body. As if they had a mind on their own they wrapped around Brittany's waist. By now the blonde was towering over Santana her hair fell around her face and tickled Santana's cheeks.
Panting the two girls broke the kiss their foreheads pressed together. Santana tried to catch her breath before she planted small butterfly kisses on Brittany's cheek her jaw and her lips again. Her grip tightened around the blonde's shoulders until Brittany's body was pressed against her. Both girls moaned at the sensation. Santana was so horny right now she actually considered having "car-sex" with Brittany. She already felt the familiar ache building in her abdomen and her thighs squeezed tighter around her mate's middle.
Involuntarily her hips thrust upwards as Brittany's tongue traced the outlines of her ear shell and next the blonde blew the wet spot. As Brittany moved her tongue from Santana's ear to her collarbone the other girl whimpered and moaned:
"Britt…."
"Say it again…" Brittany husked as she grazed her teeth over Santana's exposed neck.
Santana's hands flew to Brittany's hair, tangled in golden locks and pressing Brittany's face harder against her already throbbing neck.
"Don't stop….Brittany…" Santana moaned as her head rolled backwards to give her girlfriend better access.
Out of the blue Santana's phone started to buzz and she cursed:
"Fuck!"
Brittany stopped the assault on her neck and looked at her worriedly.
After Santana read the text she groaned and facepalmed herself.
"What does it say?" Brittany asked curious.
"Read it yourself." Santana grumbled. She already missed Brittany's lips on her skin and sexual frustration was about to get the better of her. Maybe she should drive out of town and savage Brittany right then and there.
Brittany was sitting up in the car with most of her body on her own seat again but Santana's legs still wrapped around her waist.
The blonde narrowed her eyes and read the text:
From: Papi
You have five minutes left! Better entangle yourself from ur blonde goddess and get home ;P
Love ya, Papi.
Brittany's jaw dropped:
"How does he do that? Does he have spies in your car?" she asked and started to search for little ninjas.
"No, Britt….he just knows me I guess. He knew I couldn't keep my hands of you, gorgeous." Santana smiled softly as she saw her mate's cheeks turn pink.
The Latina sat up, too and checked her hair in the rearview mirror.
„You know you have to come inside or my parents get pissed." Brittany said gently as exited the car.
Santana checked her hair one last time before she too hopped out of the car and followed Brittany to the front door. Her pulse got a little quicker as Brittany opened the door, shed her shoes and called for her parents.
Santana decided to great them and then hurry home. She had about four minutes left and if she busted the time limit her mom might blame Brittany for it and her girlfriend went through enough "parent-talks" today.
When Santana raised her eyes again Brittany was wriggling out of the hoodie. Her hair was a mess as she finally pulled it over her head and held it out to Santana:
"What about the marks? Your parents will see!" Santana hissed.
To her surprise Brittany winked at her:
"They're a little more relaxed, baby. Don't worry. It's like a sign of love for them."
"Oh…well…then…" Santana stuttered and pressed the hoodie closer to her body.
The next moment Brittany was standing in front of her with little to no space between them:
"I know you want to put it on…" Brittany whispered gazing in to pools of melted chocolate.
Without saying another word the Latina pulled the hoodie over her head and despite blushing a smile crept on to her face as Brittany's scent surrounded her:
"It'll help you sleep tonight." Brittany said in a small voice before she softly kissed Santana.
They pressed their foreheads together and interlaced their fingers just staring at each other. Neither one of them wanted to sleep alone tonight.
"And I was about to call Angelo and ask what takes you so long. Hi, Santana."
Milan said in a cheerful voice and cleaned his hands on a white apron.
Brittany skipped over to her father and the two shared a long hug before Santana answered:
"Hey Mr. Pie…..Milan I mean." The small Latina stumbled over her words. Nervousness was now making its way through her veins but Milan's gentle face and Brittany's hand in her own calmed her nerves.
"Thank you, Santana for bringing my daughter home. I have something on the stove so….have a good night." Milan said and smiled brightly before he walked back in to the kitchen.
Somehow Santana got an idea where Brittany's happiness and bubbliness came from.
She raised her eyebrows and looked at her girlfriend as she asked:
"He's cooking? Now?"
"He's always cooking. When I was younger I caught him in the middle of the night. It was 4 am and he just finished a three-course meal. His only explanation was that inspiration hit him and once for Christmas he cooked all night." Brittany shrugged.
"Wow…" was all Santana could think of. Her eyes fell on a clock and she cursed:
"What a….fuck…"
"You need to go?" Brittany asked sadly.
"I'm sorry, baby. I've got three minutes left. I'll come and pick you up tomorrow morning all right?" Santana said in a little hurry. Brittany nodded her head before she gave Santana a long and passionate good-night kiss.
"I know you still have my shirt." Santana husked before she pecked Brittany one last time and stepped out in to the night. Brittany was glad it was so dark so the Latina couldn't see how bright red she was. She waved after the BMW until it vanished in to the night. Then she sped in to her room and put Santana shirt on.
The familiar urge to turn around was already tugging at both girls' hearts.
The rest of the day Brittany spent finishing her cupboard and sorting through her school stuff. She talked a bit to her parents telling them from the party and the conversation with Angelo Lopez. Her mother had said a conversation would have come sooner or later and it was best that the former happened. Before midnight Brittany was lying in her bed but sleep was not to come. That Santana wasn't snuggled up in her arms made the Dutch feel incredible lonely.
Santana arrived home a couple of minutes to late but it was her luck that her father already went to bed due to a morning shift and her mother was still sewing. Lately the little designer shop she worked for got some major orders. Santana didn't want to deal with the hollow pit in her heart so she decided to call Quinn. They talked about each other's day and Quinn send the Latina a picture of her and Brittany sleeping in the hammock this morning. First Santana wanted to yell at Quinn for taking a picture of her while sleeping but she to admit it looked incredible cute. Instead of yelling at her Santana thanked her friend. Quinn asked her how she was holding up and Santana answered truthfully. Barely.
Quinn told her again how sorry she was for the two girls.
A couple of minutes later the two friends ended the conversation. Quinn said Rachel had woken up and was whining.
Santana snatched her camera from the living room and connected both the camera and her phone with her laptop. In the end Santana regretted it that she forgot the small Nikon yesterday but hopefully there were many more parties to come in her life.
She printed both the picture her mother had taken yesterday in the back yard and the picture Quinn send her.
With "post it" she gently stuck them to wall. One on the left and the other one on the right of picture from New York. Tomorrow she would show Brittany.
Thinking about the blonde made her heart ache and Santana decided to call it a night. Maybe sleep would keep her from crying. But even after she rolled around in bed hour after hour sleep was like a dream itself. She curled up in the middle of her bed the hoodie Brittany wore close to her chest and she tried so hard not to think about her girlfriend.
After what felt like hours to the Latina she gave up and instead let thoughts about Brittany roam freely in her brain.
The first time they had seen each other.
The imprintment.
The ritual and Brittany's breathtaking wolf form.
It all felt so far, far away already.
At one point Santana had lost track of time as her phone buzzed. Her heart skipped a little as she read the text:
From: Ur little unicorn
I know ur still awake, baby. I know it hurts I feel it too. Try to sleep a little.
The sweetest dreams, I love u!
Brit
The text was so simple but with the phone clutched to her heart Santana finally drifted off in to a light sleep.
TBC asap...Hope you liked it!