Umm… I wanna say this is their first disagreement or argument but it's Brittana in a very emotional state.
"Mami?" Alison looked up from her plate of food. It was late, around 6 pm and it was dinner time. They all sat around the table in awkward silence because Brittany wasn't eating with them tonight. She looked at her sister Madison; she was going to ask what they both were thinking. "Why won't come out and eat?" Santana forced a smile.
"She's not hungry, mija. But I'm going to save her a plate and heat it up for her later on tonight." Angel let out a breathy chuckle and rolled her eyes. "Do you have something to say, smartass?" Santana shot at her daughter. This is why Brittany needed to be around; she kept Santana calm and reasonable. Terrence giggled at his mami's words while the twin's mouths dropped open.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh! We're tell mommy that you said a bad word mami!" They exclaimed. Santana turned to them.
"Tatle-tales!" She challeneged.
"We are not!" They both said.
"Prove it. Keep your mouths shut." Santana shrugged and turned back to her teenage daughter. "Well?"
"Mom won't come out because you're leaving us to go to New York; that's why she's pissed. If you want to be in denial; fine. But don't lie to them and try to make it all better."
"I am not leaving you all to go to New York!" Santana said. "Why don't you try minding your own business, Angel? This is between your mother and I: We'll work it out." Angel threw her knife down as she scowled at her other mother.
"I'm going to my room."
"You didn't finish your pasta." Santana said over her shoulder.
"I'm not hungry either."
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"Britt, baby you have to talk to me." Santana said. Brittany had come out only to help the twins to bed, but when Santana was finally done cleaning the kitchen the bedroom door was locked. She knocked softly again, not wanting to be too loud. "Brittany we need to talk."
"How about you call me from New York." She heard Brittany's voice on the other side of the door. Santana sighed and rested her forehead against the door.
"Britt…" She said softly. "You know I hate you being mad at me… please." There was silence. And then more silence. Santana let out a shaky breath and walked into the living room where her pillow and blanket were.
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The next morning Brittany and the twins were gone. Santana flipped the cover back and shouted: "Angel! Terrence! Get dressed!"
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Santana ripped the plane ticket to shreds. She ripped it before Brittany's tears filled eyes. She hated seeing her girlfriend like this, so sad and depressed. She shook her head and fought back her own tears. "I won't go." She said to Brittany. It was later that same night, Santana was sure to be in the room before Brittany so that she would be forced to talk to her. "All you have to do is tell me you don't want me too!" Santana pointed to herself practically shouting as Brittany stood in a far corner of the room hugging herself desperately, she had never wanted to be so far away from Santana. But Santana had just recently quit her last job in hopes of finding a better one so she could help Brittany out more with financial stuff; and she landed a job on the other side of the country. A job far away from Brittany's job. Santana sighed, "Come here." She told Brittany but the blonde shook her head even harder, trying to block out her thoughts and Santana's voice.
"No." She finally answered.
"Damn it, Britt! Come here!" Santana was trying to keep her voice calm but she needed to touch Brittany, to hold her and make everything okay in the blonde's world. But she just shook her head again. Santana licked her lips and stomped her foot.
"Brittany-"
"I can't do that." Brittany blurted out in a shaky sob. "I can't tell you to put your life on hold because I'm here-"
"Stop it!" Santana shouted. She took a big step to her girlfriend and pulled her into her arms despite Brittany's sudden attempt to get away from her.
"It's selfish of me!"
"I want to be wherever you are." Santana said, Brittany cried even harder, her hands up by her face covering her mouth as she sobbed. "Wherever you and Angel and Madison and Alison and Terrance are… You guys are my life." Brittany refused to look at Santana; she stared at the ground with her arms folded. "Tell me to stay. I don't have to go to New York baby, we can stay here in LA-"
"But working for the New York Times is a great opportunity. You've even talked about it before!"
"Brittany, you're the best thing that's ever happened to me. You and those four kids out there." Santana whispered, "Nothing means more to me than you and this family."
"It's not your dream to stay here in LA. You only came here for me… I can't ask you to stay."
"Damn it Britt, what don't you understand? You're my dream-"The blonde pushed away from her harshly. She pushed Santana away.
"Then you shouldn't have applied Santana! If I'm your dream, if those kids in there mean so much to you than you shouldn't have applied!"
"I-I didn't think they'd hire me… I just did it to say that I did… to put it on my resume. I-"
"Bull shit!" Santana winced at her wife's words. "Bull shit, you applied because that's where you've always wanted to be! So go and be there, just go!" Brittany shook her head, "I want you to go." She said in a low voice, Santana's tears were falling fast now. She'd never seen Brittany so heartbroken, so lost and harsh.
"I know you don't mean that." Santana whispered,
"You don't know-"
"Yes I do, Britt so just stop it! I've known you since before we hit puberty, and I know you better than anyone on this earth; just like you know me best. So Stop trying to deny how you feel right now, I am your wife and I'm trying to make this better-"
"You did this Santana! You must have really wanted to leave me if you did it like this!" Santana could feel herself growing small now. Santana was kissing her softly on the lips. Taking her breath away like she always did.
"I'm not leaving you baby, I never have and I never will." Brittany let her tears drop and shook her head.
"Why would you stay here with us when you could be doing so much better in New York? W-w-why would you stay with a dumbass like me-"
"Don't even finish that Sentence Brittany. I've told you before and I'll tell you until the day I die: You're the smartest woman in the world." Santana whispered. "And even after I die I'll appear in your dreams to remind you." Santana wiped Brittany's away with her thumb. "I'm not leaving you because you're the only person on this planet that I've never wanted to murder." Brittany smiles as Santana's seriousness. "It's to the point where I love you so much I'm positive now that I'm not even homosexual, I'm Brittisexual because I literally have never been into anyone but you. Never, ever, ever." Santana smiled at Brittany's smile. "It's always me and you, okay?" Brittany giggled even though she was still crying.
"We'll come with you-"
"No Britt, your job-"
"Can transfer me or I can find a new one… I want you to be happy."
"I'm happy with you."
"One day that won't be enough." Brittany says in a low voice. "We'll move to New York."
Santana nodded her head, she reached out and grabbed Brittany's wrist. She pulled her close and caught Brittany's lips between her's. She kissed the blonde with urgency and care; she kissed her like she had nothing else to live for. Brittany moaned softly into the kiss and draped her arms over Santana's shoulders. The Latina opened her mouth and slipped her tongue out; she grazed it along Brittany's bottom lips, pressing until the blonde opened her own mouth and allowing Santana complete access to her. Santana always enjoyed how sweet Brittany's lips tasted and how good she smelled. She pushed Brittany back until her legs hit the bed and she tumbled backwards. Brittany giggled and sat up on her elbows, she watched Santana pull her blouse off and toss it to the floor. Santana crawled on top Brittany and pushed her further onto the bed.
"I love you, Britt." She whispered into the darkness of her room. "I love you so much…" Brittany blushed and Santana leaned down and began to pepper kisses along her jawline. When she felt Santana's fingers start to play with the bottom of her shirt she began to squirm around a bit.
"Let me help you." Brittany sat up and removed her top and tossed it to the floor. Santana smiled big and reached behind Brittany to unclasp her bra. The blond shrugged it off and let it fall to the floor.
"God, you're beautiful." Santana said as her eyes racked over Brittany's body. "I swear you get better looking every time." She smirked.
She pushed Brittany back on the bed and chuckled as she leaned down and caught the blonde's lips again. Brittany tilted her head to the side and deepened the kiss quickly, she darted her tongue into Santana's mouth. The Latina gasped as Brittany's tongue stroked expertly in her mouth, she shivered at the familiar feeling that she that she knew she would never get tired of. She wanted to hold onto Brittany forever. They shared quick breaths and tasted each other's tears while the electricity of the moment took over her body. Took over her mind. "I need you," Santana mumbled as she pulled away slightly. Brittany nodded,
"I need you too. So much." Brittany lunged forward and pinned Santana to other side of the bed. "I love you too." She whispered as she straddled the other woman. "You make me feel so… special, Santana. More special than anyone ever has." Brittany sobbed; she wiped her tears away for the umpteenth time tonight, only now they were happy tears. Tears of joy and love. Santana smiled and reached up, she pulled Brittany back down to her to reconnect their lips. To get that electric feeling deep in her stomach back. She cupped Brittany's face and kept their mouths moving together in a slow, steady rhythm as Brittany reached down and tugged Santana's bra off.
She started off with soft touches right along the edges of Santana olive colored breast. She traced the outline of them and was careful to listen for Santana's breathing patterns. She began to massage Santana's soft, tender breast. She took the other woman's nipples between her fingers and pinched them. She pulled and teased them, causing Santana moan out into the kiss. The blonde pulled away and sat up once more, she looked down at Santana whose eyes were wide and desperate. The Latina held her bottom lip between her teeth and she stared back at Brittany. The blonde continued to kneed and massage Santana's breast, she watched as the Latina threw her head back slowly, allowing her curtain of black hair to fall to hang free. The blonde grinned and leaned down so that she was kissing Santana's cheek, and then her jawline, until she finally reached her collarbone. Santana was quickly becoming a quivering mess beneath her, but Brittany liked that. She loved when Santana would shout her name and tell her how much she wanted her, how much she needed her. Brittany continued to kiss her way down to the valley of Santana's breast, across to her nipples and took one in her warm wanting mouth. Santana gasped at the sensation, her body melting instantly and humming in pleasure. Brittany grinned once more as Santana's hands reached up to rest right above raven colored hair on the pillow. "Britt…" Santana moaned, she quickly moved her hands once more and cupped Brittany's face, bringing her back to soft full lips. Santana kissed Brittany with everything she had, with everything she could muster up inside if her. Brittany pulled away,
"I wasn't finished," She said in a gentle whisper. She kissed her way back down and returned to Santana's nipples. She sucked and nipped at them, tugging the hardened bud between her teeth. The Latina's back arched slightly and she bit down on her bottom lip harder, she could feel her panties growing damp, she could feel her arousal sky rocketing to the ceiling.
Brittany hovered over Santana now, straddling the girl once again while the two stared hungrily at each other once again. Santana reached over and pulled Brittany's shorts down and off. Brittany giggled as she maneuvered them off her legs and disregarded them to the floor. Next were Santana's jeans, which were a bit harder but Brittany got them off in record time. Their tears finally stopped and they were replaced with loving eyes.
Santana spread her legs just enough for Brittany to fit between them, but they continued to have their energy exchange without any words until Santana spoke up. "What are you going to do it me?" Her voice was thick and hot. She reached up and caressed the back of Brittany's neck. Santana smirked, as much as she wanted Brittany to make love to her; she wanted to touch the blonde first. And even though she wasn't in the position to dominate and control… that had never stopped her before. She pulled Brittany down and kissed her. She kissed her sweetly, it was rough but it was slow and sensual. The hand that rested on Brittany's neck was now sinking lower, passing Brittany's chest, passing her rubs and now it was passing her stomach. Santana felt the blonde's muscles jump, she felt them trembling from anticipation. "Do you want me Britt, Britt?" She asked against the blonde's lips. Brittany had her eyes shut, her hands rested on the sides of Santana and her legs were feeling shaky already. "Tell me," Santana whispered in her ear. The Latina's fingers had made their way between the blonde's legs. She twisted her wrist and teased her soft, slippery shaven folds. "Mhm, I bet you're so wet right now." Santana whispered again. "Wet for me, right?" Her voice was so low that anyone other than Brittany couldn't have heard it. When the blonde felt a hot, wet tongue lick at the spot behind her ear she groaned.
"Uh huh… I-I want you Santana. So bad. O-only you." She finally got out. She turned her head to look at the smirking woman. Before she could say anything else Santana's fingers were traveling downward, upward, teasing and opening her slit. "Uhhhhh….!" Brittany dropped her head to Santana's shoulders. She squeezed at the sheets beneath her. "I-I can't stand like this for too long, Santana." Brittany warned but Santana didn't respond. She continued to run her fingers through her pussy, bumping her clit and making sure to circle it every time she went back up.
"I was right," Santana her middle finger and started to circle Brittany's clit, she would change up her direction and rub it as well. She chuckled when she felt a gush a liquid spill from Brittany and down her thighs. "You're so fucking wet." Santana brought her finger to her lips, tasting the fresh arousal on her tongue. Slowly, she pulled her finger out of her mouth and put it back between Brittany legs. The blonde gasped loudly and shut her eyes when she felt that same finger push deeply into her. "I'm going to finger you until you can't scream anymore." She told Brittany and the blonde whimpered. All Brittany could do was nod as she felt her walls clenching around Santana's fingers. "And after that we're going to start looking for places in New York, okay?" Santana began to pump her fingers in and out, starting slow, drawing out ever little motion. "Look at me, Brittany." She said. The blonde picked her head up for the first time in minutes as she hovered above Santana, her knee's resting on either side of the Latina. The only sound that could be heard was Brittany's heavy breathing and her whimpers. Santana added two more fingers and Brittany cried out as being stretched so far. She pushed them into Brittany with a strong thrust, going as deep as she could.
"Oh-ah!" Santana licked her lips as Brittany fluttered her eyes, the blonde wasn't sure if she could keep them open.
"Mhm, do you want a loft or an apartment?" Santana asked in a low voice. Brittany shook her head as Santana thrust became harder and deeper. Faster.
"I-I don-nt know…" Brittany said in a shaky voice. She could feel her knees giving in, her body trembling and shaking. Her pussy was throbbing and her throat was dry now.
"C'mon baby, yes you do." Santana said as she curled her fingers. She loved to see Brittany struggle like this.
"A-a-par-ahhhh!" Brittany tried to keep her voice down as her core dripped; it was running down Santana's arm now. "Art-ment." Is all she could get out and Santana was amused by her wife's creativity.
"Ok…I'm thinking a place close to the subway." Santana pushed her fingers in further; she slammed into Brittany and curled her fingers, tapping on that spot within Brittany that she knew would make the blonde scream. The blonde's head dropped back to Santana's shoulders.
"San- ahh- stop talking…" Brittany gulped as her body arched upward and she could feel her orgasm ripping through. "About new York." The Latina smirked,
"I don't think you're in any position to tell me what to do Britt," She tapped harder, keeping her hand in place and rubbing the base of her palm on the blonde's clit. Brittany let out a strangled cry, a cry that broke her voice into pieces and she began to shake. "Now," Santana started, she nudged her nose to a pale cheek and forced Brittany's head back up from the place it fell to. "Tell me what kind of job you're going to apply for?" Brittany whimpered; it was so hard to form sentences.
"D-a-nce."
"Mhm, like in a studio or…?"
"Santana please…" Brittany begged. Santana was teasing her, sure, she was driving her sexually crazy but she knew the Latina was holding back. "Lemme…. Cum!"
"What's the magic word?" Santana husked. She sat up now, Brittany putty in her lap as she stopped her fingers from moving inside of Brittany.
"Oh god…. Please, please…" Brittany whispered. She was out of breath. "Please?" She reached her head out and kissed Santana deeply on the lips, drawing a moan from the other woman. "Please," She said again. Santana decided to drop her bitch act and she nodded,
"I love you." Was all she said before she moved her fingers again, curling them and tapping that spot within Brittany once more, more determined this time. The blonde trembled when she felt Santana's other hand reach over and stroke her clit.
It was over.
Her body jerked, she could feel her juices squirting out and covering Santana's stomach. Brittany cried out into Santana shoulders, she sobbed and gripped at whatever she could as her knees gave out and she collapsed on top of Santana; her body still shaking. Santana grinned and pulled her fingers out slowly.
"I love you too." Brittany said in a low, breathy voice. Santana nodded and ran her fingers through the blonde's hair. She suddenly felt open mouth kisses on her neck, she felt hands starting to roam her own body. "It's your turn."
"Later." Santana said capturing Brittany's wondering hand. "I-I've missed you for the last two days Britt, I'm fine… just hold me. Okay?" Brittany grinned and nodded her head.
"Can we move to Long Beach?" Brittany laid on her back and wrapped her arms around Santana.
"We can move wherever you want."
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The story of how Brittana got New York! Reviews would make me a little less despressed during finals week… : )