TITLE: CLUBS AND DIAMONDS
PAIRING: BRITTANA
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING
RATING: T
Santana had woken up earlier than Quinn the following morning to go job hunting again. As she stood in the shower underneath the warm water, the girl heard the glass door open. Quinn's hands snaked around Santana's waist and her fingers clasped tight just at the brunette's belly button. "Hey babe." Santana's voice sounded forgiving and calm. The blonde could tell that that what ever they had argued about the previous night, they would quickly get over it. "Now that we're in the privacy of our home..." Quinn winked at her girlfriend who had turned around to face her. Both girls stood naked, their bodies pushed together in the small shower. Santana leaned in, sticking the tip of her tongue inside Quinn's mouth. "Mmm." Quinn stretched her hands out on Santana's behind, squeezing the skin hard. Santana mimicked the moan her girlfriend had made just before and both of them continued their heated shower sex until the water finally felt cold.
"Wish me luck!" Santana's eyebrows raised as she grabbed Quinn's hands with her own. The blonde pecked Santana before leaning into her ear. "You don't need it." Quinn whispered, taking a small nip at Santana's ear lobe. The brunette giggled, grabbed her resume and headed out the door.
Santana entered a small building which she then found out was for a local newspaper. She knew the questions that would be asked as their was not much experience on her resume. A woman stopped in her tracks and stared at the brunette. The woman had short blonde hair and wore a pin stripe lady suit, she was clearly trying to rock the Florence Henderson look. The woman lowered her glasses with the tip of her finger and snickered. Santana's eyebrows furrowed as she whispered under her breath while storming out. "Fuck you to."
When Santana finally returned home from another long day, she was greeted by Quinn who was spread out on the couch in a see through night gown. "Is it my birthday?" Santana joked, gazing at the gorgeous specimen infront of her."Sadly for you no," Quinn stood up wrapping a coat around her. "I just thought I'd tease you abit." "Well you're plan has succeeded, I'm wet as the lake..." Santana paused mid sentence, realizing shehad been thinking about the lake her and Brittany used to swim in when they were teenagers. "Nevermind. So what you did Miss. Fabray have in mind?" Santana swayed anxiously and smirked infront of a mysterious looking Quinn.
The couple headed out in search of a romantic restaraunt that night and had their arms clinging to eachother as they walked the streets of New York. They arrived at place which had the scent of roast pork and dim sims. Santana held back at gag as Quinn pulled her in to find a seat. The girls made their order and sat patiently across from eachother. "We hardly speak properly anymore." The blonde's sad expression caused Santana to place her hand on her girlfriends. She rubbed it gently with her thumb as she tried to find a reply that wouldn't hurt Quinn or come out the wrong way.
"Tell me about your childhood. You know most of mine and I'm interested if you were as horny and sexy as you are now." Both girls smiled and Quinn began. "I grew up in the suburbs. My mom was a photographer and was always out of state at some job with overrated celebrities." Quinn took a deep but calm breath, squeezing her girlfriends hand a little tighter as she continued to speak. "My dad was furious when he found out I had been drinking and sneaking out at 15. He'd ground me for a month then let me out again the next week. Something was wrong with his brain, I just never knew what. Anyway, a girl moved next door to me and because I didn't have many friends at school I was eager to meet her. We were both 17 at the time and one night we were at a party. She was my first kiss. She's the only clear memory of my childhood, the only part of it I want to remember." Quinn stopped expecting a question from her girlfriend as Santana's lips parted. "Do you know where she is now?" The brunette asked, becoming more intrigued. "No. She moved far away and out of my school because she was being bullied. We had spent every night together, whether we were just talking, watching movies or staring into eachothers eyes as we layed on the floor." Quinn swallowed hard, finding it difficult to continue speaking.
"Quinn." The blonde looked up with tear filled eyes at her girlfriend who leaned toward her slightly. "You fell for her didn't you? You two fell inlove." Santana waited for a spoken response but all Quinn could do was nod. "Hard." The blonde finally spoke, smiling soon after at the thought of her former lover and best friend. "I know how you feel." Santana whispered to herself as the girls hands pulled apart. Their food arrived at the table and they quickly started eating. Quinn was drowning in deep thought about her childhood lover and Santana was doing the same. Santana placed her spoon down in her bowl and wiped her lips with the napkin infront of her. "What was her name?" Quinn looked up at a pair of curious brown eyes. "Berry," Quinn began. "Rachel Berry."
Brittany had called it a night, after her performance was over. Kurt and the rest of the dancers went out for drinks but the blonde politely declined their offer. Brittany reached for her cellphone and placed her head against her pillow, staring up at the small screen. She dialled her parents home number and put the device against her ear. After 4 rings a voice answered. "Hello?" Mrs. Pierce had a gentle tone to her voice which surprised Brittany.
She left home as just as her mother was on the verge of a breakdown and had sounded like she swallowed glass as she spoke to her daughter. "Hello?" Mrs. Pierce asked again, but Brittany stayed silent covering up her breathing with her hand over the speaker.
"Brittany?" The voice turned hopeful. Brittany still refused to answer and hung up. Tears flowed down her cheeks as she threw the phone across the room. The girl cried hysterically as she curled herself under her blankets, eventually controling her breathing. She hated the fact she was crying over her mother's voice. If it weren't for Mrs. Pierce, Santana would've never had to leave. If it weren't for Santana being so sweet and giving her friend the necklace which still remains on her neck today, they would still be cuddling at night.
The following evening Kurt allowed Brittany the night off as he could tell she was upset about something. He announced to her they need softer cushions for the sofa's at the club so Brittany was eager to help. The girl loved shopping and never in her life had she been to IKEA, so the size of the store came as a big shock to her. "Okay I think cushions are this way." Kurt pointed towards the bed section and Brittany quickly followed her friends steps. The chain making up her necklace had become rusty over the years and as soon as the blonde leapt onto a model bed, it broke. Not realizing she stood up after bouncing a couple of times then helped Kurt collect 4 cushions.
The day soon became night and the city was alive with bright lights and eccentric music as usual. Brittany entered her favorite club, hoping to forget about the phone call and the people in her past life. She hit the dance floor with purpose and all eyes were on the blonde. She was approached by many different looking men who attempted to up against her behind, but she simply told them to back off. Brittany had been rewarded with free drinks as she was known by the owner of the popular club. "Thanks heaps Noah!" Brittany was finally smiling again. She felt alive being in that environment, it turned her sadness into energy and without warning she'd be busting out all different kinds of moves on the dancefloor. Her love life was dull, occasionally being hit on by men but never wanting to go on dates with them. Brittany finally departed the buzzing club at 3am. The blonde was reaching her work when she noticed a woman with long brown curls walking off into the distance. Her build was much like Santana's and Brittany instantly ran towards her. "Santana?" Brittany tugged on the woman's sleeve, turning her around. The confused woman looked back at Brittany. "Sorry." Brittany felt dissapointed that it wasn't her best friend but also relieved. If it had been Santana what would the blonde have said or done?
"Acccchuuuu!" Quinn had gotten sick that day, causing her and Santana's plans to be cancelled. "I'll bring you back some losengers." The brunette leaned in to kiss her girlfriend goodbye. "Woah sweety I don't want you getting sick!" Quinn's hand reached Santana's cheek. "Oh right, sorry, I can't resist sometimes." Both girls smirked before the brunette left the house.
The girls had planned to see a film but as Quinn's cold became worse Santana had the intentions of looking after her. Quinn simply declined the kind offer and told Santana she should still go out and try to have fun. Santana had never turned down the offer to have fun, but she felt sorry for Quinn and hesitated a long while before making her mind up. The brunette walked familiar streets, not having a specific destination to end up at. She felt something land on her foot and stared down at the object. It was a baseball cap that had been flying through the wind, giving Santana a thought as she looked down a familiar alleyway. Luckily Santana was wearing a suit jacket that could easily give off the impression she was a male.
She tucked her brown locks under the cap and knocked hard on the door, trying to sound strong and determined. The mans eyes stared back at her through the flap in the door and she was soon allowed in without further hesitation. The music pumped throughout the club and Santana felt a lump in her throat as women wearing hardly anything brushed past her. Each of them with their own signature smirk. "Hey sweetie want a private dance?" A woman wearing nipple cuffs approached the brunette, whispering in her ear. Santana cleared her throat. "Ah, no thanks ma'am." Half of Santana's face was covered by the cap she was wearing and the only visible feature on her face were her lips. The dancer scowled and walked off, whipping her hair in Santana's face as she did so. Santana took a seat close to the stage, waiting and hoping that Brittany would appear. The spotlight shun upon a girl that caused Santana to shiver.
Brittany was wearing tight shorts and a lace bra top which complimented her breasts. The girls feet were bare as she tiptoed towards the pole which stood obidiently where it always did. Brittany crouched down facing the audience and noticed Santana's vision had never left her. The blonde slowly slid her tongue up the pole before wrapping one leg around it and sliding down again. Santana didn't want to see her friend act like this, but the sight was too extrodinary to look away. Brittany crawled in Santana's direction, pausing at the edge of the stage and winking at the brunette. Santana swallowed hard, reaching for her hat and pressing it down firmly on her head. Brittany ran her hands over her breasts and down her stomach before spredding her legs with force and tilting her head back. The music stopped and Brittany stood, soaking up the overwhelming howles from the audience. Before she left the blonde looked over at Santana with a flirty smile and then exited.
The brunette contemplated staying in the club. Brittany was paying so much attention to her she thought that her cover had been blown. As Santana rose to her feet she felt a strong hand on her shoulder. "S'cuse me sir, a lady would like to give you a private dance." The man pointed in the direction of Brittany who was standing seductively in a doorway. Santana swallowed hard and let the man direct her forward. "Lucky man." The guy's voice was firm but sweet, leaving Santana to realize just how popular Brittany was at the club. She picked her out of everyone here.
The hallway was dark, only dim purple lights hung from the ceiling leaving Santana to feel her way through by touching the walls. "In here." Brittany whispered. Santana looked left into a room which seemed pitch black. Brittany turned on 3 lamps which kept the room lightly lit and romantic. Santana hesitated before stepping into the small room which was occupied by a large sofa and a small stage with yet another stripper pole standing tall on it.
Before Santana had entered the club she had realized that if she wanted to pass for a genuine dude she'd have to change her skirt. Their was a cheap shop near by selling mens slacks for half price and Santana quickly threw them on in the dark alleyway, hoping not to be seen.
Brittany approached the girl, sliding her hands up her friends stomach but stopping just under Santana's breasts. The brunette sighed with relief. If Brittany had ventured further the girls cover would've definitely been blown. The blonde reached for Santana's hand causing her to flinch fast. Brittany giggled at the brunette's reaction causing her to bring her face closer to Santana's. "I'm guessing you're new here." Brittany smirked, running her middle finger around Santana's neck. The brunette nodded and allowed Brittany to reach for her hand a second time. The blonde walked her over to a stool which had Santana at the same height as her friends breasts. Brittany walked over to a cd player and pressed play. She returned to Santana who was starting to blush and feel abnormally hot. "I saw you watching me tonight." Brittany's hand grazed the back of Santana's neck as she began sensually dancing around her. The room had felt like someone had turned the degrees up to 1000 and Brittany was feeling it just as much as Santana. "What made you come to the club?" Brittany continued. Santana thought up a good excuse but couldn't hold back her honest thoughts.
"You." The brunette altered her voice so it sounded deeper. The blonde giggled before edging both her legs over the brunette's. She was now straddling Santana, causing the brunette to sit frozen in her seat as she became more wet by the second. Brittany leaned back, stretching to her arms backwards to the floor and leaving her stomach bare and glistening. As the blonde leant back up her face was inches away from Santana's. Brittany placed her hand firmly at the back of Santana's next and leaned further in.
"Are you nervous?" The blonde whispered. The brunette's breathing became heavier and before she knew it Brittany was sliding her hat off. Her brown locks hung delicately across her shoulders. The blonde's eyebrows furrowed and she looked like she was instantly about to cry.
"Santana?" Brittany's voice sounded broken. "I...I-" Santana didn't finish. She pushed Brittany off her as gently as she could and ran out of the room back to her home. The blonde looked down at the cap and picked it up, holding it close to her chest as she whimpered for Santana to come back.