AN: I'm back bitches! This chapter is a little (see: very) risqué (see: graphic lady sex) at the start, hence the rating change ;D
It was kinda needed for this chapter anyway (I've been looking for an excuse) :D
If y'all don't wanna read the sexy bit, just start reading at the line break after the first section :D
This is my first time writing something like that, so bear with me (and just tell me if it's crap, 'kay?)
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, if I did Finn and Blaine would have been pushed off a cliff by now (I have a lot of repressed anger okay?)
The clock displayed 9 AM as the music was played loudly through the docking station on Brittany's desk.
'Me Against the Music' - fitting, seeing as both girls became instantly turned on when they heard the song, remembering the sexually charged hallucination they experienced.
Santana moaned as Brittany shifted on top of her, their chests brushing together causing the brunette's eyelids to flutter shut.
Brittany was trailing her fingers slowly up and down Santana's wet core, smirking slightly as she watched the growing frustration on her girlfriends face.
"Ugh, babe, p-please just-just..." Santana's plea trailed off into a whimper as the blonde applied pressure to her entrance.
"Britt, please..."
The girl on top of her held back a groan, she loved making Santana beg, not because of the power trip necessarily – though that was great – but because it made her feel needed by her girlfriend.
Deciding to be merciful, the blonde dropped her head to the shivering girl's neck and began to press soft kisses up and down.
She trailed her tongue lightly down to Santana's collar bone, licking across it before she suddenly bit down firmly, causing the Latina to arch her back as far as she could from underneath Brittany.
The blonde chose this moment to thrust in swiftly with two fingers, eliciting a guttural moan from Santana's throat.
She held her fingers still inside of the Latina, relishing in the feeling of her fingers being squeezed by Santana.
"B-Britt! Move, please- oh!"
Brittany grinned as she shifted her body behind her hand and threw her weight forward sharply, driving her fingers deeper inside her girlfriend.
The blonde lifted her head next the Latina's head and captured an earlobe lightly between her teeth.
"Mmm, you're so tight baby..." She whispered huskily into the brunette's ear.
Santana cried out as she felt her climax approaching embarrassingly swiftly.
"Britt, I'm, I'm-"
"Let go baby, please." Brittany murmured softly into her ear.
Santana jerked her head to the side as she came.
Just on time to see Anna Pierce burst through the door, washing piled up in her arms.
"Oh my God!" Three voices cried out at once, two in embarrassment, one in ecstasy.
Brittany shrieked and rolled off Santana and off the bed, obscured from view.
Anna laughed a little before backing out of the room, shutting the door behind her.
Santana had come – wanky – to her senses when she heard the thud of Brittany hitting the floor, and realised what had just happened.
"Oh my God..." She uttered for a second time, only for a very different reason.
"Should we go now?" Santana whispered to her girlfriend.
"NO! We-We don't have to leave the room, right?"
Santana just raised an eyebrow at the flustered blonde, who huffed.
"Fine..."
The dancer reached out and opened the door, stepping forward into the hallway.
Only to stop as she felt something under her foot.
Looking down, she saw the object, and immediately turned bright red.
"San..." She muttered to her now crimson girlfriend.
"I know."
The object was a sock.
Her mother had put a sock on the door handle, the universal sign for, 'Don't Enter! We're getting freaky!"
Santana broke the silence,
"...You know what? We don't really need to go downstairs do we? You were completely right, let's just go back and-"
"San-" Brittany cut her off, "-We need to do it at some point, let's just get it over with."
Santana – the whipped girlfriend she is – had no choice but to follow Brittany down the stairs - which seemed to take longer to get down than usual.
They entered the kitchen, where Anna was staring blankly at a sheet of paper, her hand frozen on the wooden spoon in her hand.
As she heard the girls come in, she blinked and looked up at Santana, her face still scrunched up in the same way that Brittany's did when she was confused.
Santana gulped,
"Listen, Anna-"
"How wet does it need to be?" Anna interrupted.
The brunette's eyes widened,
"Umm – uh – I – uhm-"She spluttered, searching for words which were nowhere to be found.
The older blonde managed to keep a straight face for an impressive 10 seconds before breaking out into laughter that rang around the kitchen.
She chuckled as she looked between the terrified faces of the two teenagers.
"Oh girls, don't tell me all this is because I walked in on you doing-"
"MOM!" Brittany cut in for the first time, scarlet in the face.
"Oh Brittany, I haven't seen you this embarrassed since I found all those Naya Rivera FHM pictures on your laptop! Not to mention the fanfiction-"
"OKAY! Stop now! Please!" Brittany managed to turn an even deeper shade of red, mortified that her mother had brought this up.
Anna shook her head before catching Santana laughing in the corner of her eye, being shoved by Brittany as a result.
"Now now Santana, you are in no position to laugh. I walked in on you making out with a picture of Heather Morris-"
"Christ..." Santana muttered, avoiding the fierce glare that her girlfriend was sending her way.
She only lasted for a few seconds before hastily voicing an apology,
"Sorry baby..."
Brittany smiled sweetly, momentarily forgetting her embarrassment.
Momentarily.
"In all seriousness girls, I was shocked today. Very shocked."
Both girls lowered their heads, readying themselves for the lecture.
"I mean, Santana? A bottom? You aren't as in charge as you think, are you?"
"Oh my God..." Brittany was shaking her head as if it would make the words go away, whilst her girlfriend was looking wildly around the room, either for an escape route, or something blunt to hit herself over the head with and knock herself out.
The moment was broken by Anna cracking an imaginary whip.
"I'm not whipped!" Santana protested weakly.
"Always wanted to try that..." Brittany murmured thoughtfully before quickly pulling herself back to reality, avoiding her mother's raised eyebrow and her girlfriend's incredulous stare.
Anna cleared her throat,
"All teasing aside girls, I think something needs to be done. I understand that you are teenagers in love and have hormones flying just about everywhere. I also understand that you might forget where you are at times – this is evident from the amount of noise that you girls make; especially you Britt-"
At this, the younger blonde covered her face with her hands.
"-so your father and I have decided to do something about it."
Both girls held back groans, and Santana could already hear the words 'open door policy' in her head.
"-install a lock on your door."
'Wait, what?' Santana blinked rapidly, attempting to make sense of the turn the conversation had taken.
"We realise it's pointless trying to stop you, as you'd find a way somehow, so as long as we don't hear it or see it, continue."
Brittany didn't know whether to be overjoyed or a little freaked out.
Her mother essentially just told them to have sex whenever they wanted.
It was a little gross.
Anna clapped her hands,
"I am enforcing a strict shut door policy for your bedroom. Please - for my sanity and my eyes - follow it."
The girlfriends stood stock still on the tiled floor of the kitchen, a look of wonderment on their faces.
"Because seriously, if young teenage girls spontaneously orgasm whenever they see me I'm going to develop a complex, 'kay San?"
The girl in question managed to choke out some incoherent sounds before falling completely silent.
"Now that we have that out of the way, can one of you please help me with this recipe? I don't understand a word of it."
Eager to please Anna and get rid of the still lingering awkwardness in the room, Santana smiled slightly and sprung over to help the older blonde add the appropriate amount of water to the cake mixture.
Brittany slumped into a seat at the kitchen table, leaning heavily on her elbows as she watched the other two occupants of the room zip around the kitchen.
For 10 minutes nobody said another word, Anna happily stepping back and allowing Santana to take charge for her.
The silence was broken when Santana slammed the oven door shut, smiling triumphantly at Anna.
"All done! When the timer goes off, that cake needs to come out of the oven pronto."
The brunette reminded the older blonde, who was beaming at the girl.
"What's the cake for anyway?" Santana asked, beginning to panic internally at the thought that she had missed someone's birthday in the Pierce family.
"Oh, George's new boss has a daughter who turns 7 today, so tonight we're going to a little party for her. It's nothing big, but George wants to make a good impression, so - you know - cake." Anna gestured vaguely at the oven.
Santana relaxed, but then a thought struck her,
"Wait, should I call my parents and tell them I'm staying here tonight? You know, to look after Katie?"
Anna laughed a little – well aware of the ulterior motives the Latina had for wanting to stay overnight, "No, it'll be fine, Katie's going to stay over at Alice's tonight."
"Oh... But what if-"
"Yes, you can stay over anyway San – it is your movie night anyway - as long as you clear it with your parents. As I said earlier, it's pointless trying to separate you two. You're a force of nature."
Santana blushed furiously and looked over to her girlfriend, only to see her fast asleep on the kitchen table, snoring faintly as she rested her head on her arms.
Anna broke the silence,
"Wow, you really did a number on her didn't you?"
She couldn't help herself, Santana was a far cry from the HBIC when she was embarrassed, which was something the blonde woman had the ability to do quite easily.
"Oh my God, I-I'm going to, um, ring my parents, and... yeah."
With that the mortified girl escaped the room, leaving Anna chuckling quietly.
"Mooooom..." The woman heard a quiet whine come from the girl slumped on the table.
"Yes darling daughter?" She attempted innocence, but her face held a mischievous smirk – betraying her.
Brittany lifted her head from the table, "Why? Just Why?" She mumbled, a pout on her lips.
"Because it's fun, and we've certainly never been shy to talk about anything in this house, so a little harmless teasing won't hurt anyone."
She held herself back from making a quip about teasing, deciding enough was enough.
Brittany slid off her seat and wrapped her mom in a tight hug,
"Love you mom."
Anna smiled and replied, "Love you to Britt. Now why don't you go and find your girlfriend and drag her back down here, I don't know if I've finished with her yet."
Brittany rolled her eyes and twirled out of the room, happy to escape the constant torment of her mother.
She entered her room quietly and immediately located Santana, who was flopped - face down on her bed, on the phone.
"Yes, papi, we'll behave."
Brittany heard Javier Lopez – Santana's father – speak lengthily about something, prompting Santana to reply – her voice almost shy.
"...I-I want to live with her in the apartment, that's why I looked for one big enough for the both of us."
Brittany froze and backed away until she was hidden behind the doorframe, straining to hear the conversation.
It's not snooping if it's about you is it?
Don't answer that.
"Listen papi, Nico said he'd be happy to help with the furniture, and he would live close by, so we'd be safe."
Brittany smiled when she heard that name.
Santana's older brother – 19 year old Nico – was a big bear of a guy. He was handsome with the same skin tone and dark hair and eyes of his sister. He was also a college football player, and was massive.
He gave great hugs though, and Brittany missed having him around after he left for college and moved out.
She knew Santana missed him as well.
"Yes papi, thank you so much, I love you, bye."
Santana hung up and dropped the phone next to her.
Brittany decided not to mention the conversation she just heard, and instead opted to make her presence known, running and then jumping onto Santana's back.
The girl under her froze for a split-second, before recognizing her girlfriend.
She squirmed so she faced upwards with Brittany straddling her hips.
"Hey babe..." The brunette stretched upwards for a kiss, which Brittany happily returned.
"Mmm – I'd love to take this further – mmmm – but – ugh – my mom said I have to bring you back downstairs – something about 'not being finished with you'."
Brittany murmured against Santana's lips, who swiftly detached herself from Brittany's mouth and looked to the door in panic.
Brittany chuckled at her behaviour, "Relax; at least if she did catch us now, we're wearing clothes."
Santana pouted and buried her head into her girlfriend's shoulder.
"Why? Why why why why why? Ugh, just-ugh."
The blonde struggled to hold in her giggle at the sound of her girlfriend muttering to herself, obviously still deeply embarrassed about the incident.
"Sooo, we have the house to ourselves tonight..." Brittany squeezed the Latina tighter as she whispered breathily into the brunette's ear, attempting to change the subject.
It worked.
"Oh yeah? And?" Santana husked in reply, smirking slightly and thoroughly distracted.
"Well... I was thinking... about that whipping thing..."
"Britt!"
AN: Soooooo... Imma update this and then run in fear :D If it was crap, please tell me – but nicely, I'm a sensitive girl ;D
This isn't the last chapter, so you'll have to suffer through a few more chapters yet ;-)
I'm going on holiday in a week, for a week, so I'll update the Trinity and then there'll be a gap of a week.
Thank you so much for all of the reviews, favourites and alerts, not just for this fic, but for my others as well *hugs laptop*
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