Brittany's mind has been on Santana all night. No matter how much she tried to rid the girl from her thoughts (listening to classical music) it just wasn't possible. Every time the phone rang she became really anxious because she thought it could be the Principal of Lima Heights. Thankfully it was just someone selling Tupperware containers all four times. They're really persistent, Brittany thought as she hung up for the fifth time. Her uncle is at work and having an entire house to herself when there is nothing to do isn't as enjoyable as one might think.
She finally decides to cook something that doesn't require an oven or fry pan. She finds every vegetable and already cooked meat she can and slams them between two pieces of bread creating a sandwich the size of her uncle's blender. She carries the sandwich (which is sitting sideways on a rectangle plate) to the living room and plops down onto the sofa. She kicks her feet up on the coffee table, loving the fact she won't be scolded by her uncle.
Brittany goes through half the sandwich which she would call a valiant effort. She can't be bothered trying to squish it together to make it an actual sandwich anymore so she just eats the meat and left over vegetables separately. Letting out a burp, Brittany places the plate down on the coffee table and heads outside for some air. She stretches her arms up high and releases a loud yawn. Doing nothing every day has really screwed up her sleeping patterns. She scans the backyard, frowning when she sees the potential of a pool in the nice large patch of grass in front of her. An idea comes to mind and she smirks, walking over to the fence that separates Santana's and her backyards.
Stepping on to the ledge protruding off the fence Brittany peeks over and notices the empty backyard. She steps up again until she can fully climb over and jumps down onto the neighbours grass. She looks inside and realizes that nobody's home. Without even bothering to check the time, Brittany dips her toes in the pool and shivers momentarily right before jumping in. She disregards the fact that she'll be soaking wet with no clean clothes to change in because being in this pool feels so damn good. She's never owned a pool and is surprised that Kurt doesn't own one with such an astronomic mansion with so much potential to renovate.
She surfaces and runs her hands through her hair. Looking up to the clear blue sky, she smiles and lays on her back in the water still shivering slightly but quickly becoming used to the temperature.
Brittany spends the next few minutes floating then decides to swim some laps. She assumes Santana's parents work long hours and it isn't like Santana herself can just leave school any moment of the day. Brittany's always been a fast swimmer. The rare occasions when she and her parents would go to the pools in summer when she was very young were helpful and Brittany misses those days so much. Not because her parents actually showed her affection, but because she got to be in the water, the sound around her drowned when she'd stick her head under. She didn't have to listen to anything her parents said or anyone else.
When Brittany makes it to one end of the pool a sixth time her head pops out of the water and she hears the faintest sound of someone speaking. It's a voice that sounds somewhat familiar to her ears but the blonde can't be sure. Slowly turning around Brittany's eyes grow wide at the sight of Santana's mom standing at the edge of the pool with her hands on her hips. She's the older, more sophisticated version of her daughter and Brittany can't help but grow uncomfortable.
"What are you doing in my pool?" Her voice is only mildly threatening which surprises the blonde.
Brittany swallows hard and steps back against the pool wall as if that might help her. "I'm Santana's friend. She um, said I could come in here if I wanted."
"She didn't tell me this," the woman retorts.
"Oh um, well she told me she would…I guess she didn't get around to it."
"Hmm," the woman eyes Brittany curiously before a soft smile appears on her lips. "My Santana the girl who wouldn't let anyone in the living room when she watched Full House is letting a friend in our pool, aye," the woman sighs, "well come on inside you look freezing. I'll get you some of Santana's clothes."
"No, no!" The blonde yells, turning around and hopping out of the pool. "I can just go home and change I live right next door…"
"Please," the woman waves her over, "by the time you get home you could catch hypothermia."
Is this woman overdramatic or what? Brittany thinks. Not wanting to be rude, she nods and follows the woman inside. She's led to Santana's bedroom but is hesitant to step inside for some reason. The first time she's going to be in Santana's room and the brunette isn't even home. Brittany sighs and steps forward, kindly accepting the tracksuit pants and t-shirt that Santana's mom gives her.
"I'll be downstairs with hot chocolate," the woman insists, grinning and gliding out of the room. She shuts the door, leaving the blonde alone. Brittany immediately throws the clothes on Santana's bed and strips down. She decides to take her underwear and bra off as well because she doesn't want to get the brunette's clothes wet. She notices the clean towel on the bed and smiles to herself. Wiping herself dry, Brittany stares at the photographs on Santana's bed side table.
There is one of her and her parents, her and the Cheerios and her at a school dance it looks like. Half of her hair is pinned back and she's wearing a long red dress with one frilly strap. Brittany immediately wishes she could see Santana wearing this dress in the flesh but doesn't think she'd be able to handle how breathtaking the brunette would look. Shaking her head, the blonde pulls the tracksuit pants on and runs her hands down the cotton material. Her eyes flutter shut for a single moment until the door to the bedroom is slammed open and Santana is gasping in the doorway.
Brittany turns to her, her bare breasts on display and fingers slightly trembling.
"Now I know why my mom was smiling so big when I passed her just now," the brunette mutters as her eyes travel down to Brittany's chest.
Brittany chuckles. "She isn't the only one happy to see me."
At that comment Santana immediately averts her gaze, dropping her bag on the floor and closing her door.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
"Your mom offered me clothes…"
"And why is that?" Santana cuts her off.
"I may have taken a dip in your pool," Brittany shakes her head, "anyway whatever that doesn't matter. I'm just wearing your clothes for like 5 minutes until I can change into my own."
"C-can you put you- my top on already!"
"Alright, gosh you have tits too you know," the blonde replies smirking.
Brittany slides the top over her head and flattens it out. She notices Santana staring at her chest area again and she looks down. Her nipples are still hard from the cold. Brittany chuckles once more before throwing Santana the towel in her hands, picking up her wet clothes and opening the door.
"Thanks for the clothes."
Santana is left standing in her room, barely able to register what just occurred. Her mind keeps seeing those perfectly round white breasts and how fucking amazing Brittany looked in her clothes. Okay maybe she has a tiny little barely visible crush on Brittany…Or maybe she's just attracted to her. It doesn't mean she's a lesbian!
Brittany passes Santana's mom on the way out and thanks her again, taking the hot chocolate from the woman's hands and sipping from it to let her know it's delicious. Brittany returns to her own bedroom and strips out of Santana's clothes. She throws on a jumper and some underwear then approaches her balcony.
"Santana," she yells. The brunette jumps at the sound of her neighbour calling her name and she opens her window cautiously, frowning hard. The blonde holds up her clothes and throws the shirt first, followed by the tracksuit pants. "Thanks again gorgeous."
Brittany has no idea why she had to use a complimentary adjective at all. She doesn't want to sound like a charming leading man in a movie, not at all. Santana just looks really gorgeous when she frowns.
The brunette successfully catches her clothes and shuts the window. She closes the curtain so she doesn't have to interact with the blonde anymore, even though they weren't exactly in an argument. Santana can't forget that Brittany basically ignored her to flirt with some girl and the blonde has tried countless times to seduce her. Of course it doesn't help that Santana has given in once…
"Fuck," she curses to herself. Hopefully her party tonight will give her a clear mind.
X
Santana is standing in front of her mirror in her underwear. There are three girl's from the Cheerios behind her sorting out what colour eye shadow they should wear. Frankly, Santana thinks that any girl that believes coloured eye shadow will get her a man is seriously disturbed. Maybe in the early eighties the bright, neon blue would attract someone but not now.
Santana always goes for the neutral look, but intensifies her eyeliner and lips. She places a dress in front of her body and turns to the side. Searching for approval, she turns around and raises her eyebrows. The girl's nod enthusiastically.
"I love it, so adorable."
Santana rolls her eyes. "I'm not trying to look adorable I'm trying to look like the hottest piece of ass at my party."
"You will!" One of the girls shouts. Santana wouldn't normally care what people think, but the girls have had a flask of vodka each and the buzz is starting to kick in. The brunette goes over to her desk in front of her window and runs her hands through her jewellery in search of a perfect bracelet to accompany the black and gold tight fitting dress.
Her eyes flicker up for a millisecond then drop back down to her pile of jewellery before quickly travelling up again. Brittany is leaning against the railing of her balcony, staring straight at the brunette. Santana could simply walk away, just move out of sight. She jolts slightly when the girls head to the bathroom to get ready, informing her they'll be back soon.
Santana just faintly nods in response, her eyes clearly focused on the blonde across from her. She opens her mouth and releases a ragged breath. Brittany is staring at her like she's daring Santana to do something. Slowly the brunette drops her dress by her side, allowing her body to be on full display to Brittany. Brittany's expression doesn't change, she doesn't even move. Santana shivers and quickly turns away, heading to a dark corner of her room where she can breathe steadily and finally put her dress on.
Sometimes her head doesn't have control of her actions and Santana goes completely numb under Brittany's gaze. It's almost as if the blonde's eyes send a message to Santana telling her to do something…something she wouldn't do in front of anyone else.
The brunette walks into the bathroom and receives grins of approval by her fellow cheerleaders. She simply smiles back and starts adding blush to her cheeks. She doesn't use foundation because her skin is flawless – it's just a fact. Mascara, eyeliner and red lipstick follow and before she knows it one of the girls is blasting her music in her bedroom. Another one is opening a bottle of vodka and the other is holding four glasses on a tray.
Santana closes her eyes for a second, suddenly feeling exhausted. The bass from her speakers is causing the sides of her head to pound over and over and over again…
"What the hell is that?" One girl asks, turning the music down a little. Santana can faintly hear some music from outside and the volume increases as she steps near the window. She glares towards the blonde's balcony but Brittany isn't there. She only sees two giant speakers resting on the balcony.
"Who lives there?" Another girl asks. Santana flinches for some reason. The girls stare at her weirdly and she just shrugs.
"Is it a cute boy?" The girls eyes light up and they grin at each other. Santana just walks over to her speakers and turns the volume up louder than Brittany's.
"Shut up and keep drinking."
X
It's 10 past 9 and there have been people showing up at Santana's house by the herd. She can barely keep count of everyone (not that she has to because she's not 12 and her parents left hours ago). Brittany's music had stopped an hour ago. Santana had tried to catch a glimpse of the blonde once but there was no sign of her. She was hoping that Brittany might have decided to come to her party. Maybe Brittany is here and Santana just didn't see her come in through the crowd. Since the flask of vodka Santana has had three shots of tequila, two raspberry vodkas and one beer. One of her friends informed that mixing drinks could cause a dangerous outcome for her tomorrow or even later in the night but Santana told her to piss off and get drunk.
Drinking is honestly not what the brunette planned to do the whole night. She wanted to dance as well and until now she hadn't been able to get to the dance floor. Sculling down another shot Santana glides over to an empty space and begins to swaying her hips to the beat. Her hands rise in front of her as her hair flips left and right. The bass is strong and she feels so fucking good that the only thing that could make this moment better is a partner.
Almost instantly two soft hands run down her arms and she feels a body press into her back. The touch is so gentle she almost thinks a girl might be dancing behind her but when she looks down she sees two navy blue sleeves belonging to a boy's jumper. Santana carries on dancing, happy that she has someone behind her that can at least keep up with her. They might even be a little better.
Santana lifts her head, her eyes peering up to the light hanging off her ceiling. She feels the boy's hands grip her waist tightly and his broad chest press into her back. The boy turns his head and releases a breath against Santana's neck sharply. The brunette can't help but groan. Her senses are so heightened from the alcohol she already feels her panties getting soaked. She squeezes her thighs together as her hips continue to move.
The boy behind her trails his fingers up her waist, stopping just below her boobs. His moves seem almost calculated, as if he knows just where Santana likes to be touched. When one of his hands gently caresses her neck Santana is a goner. She moans and throws her head back, her eyes only slightly open so she can see the hood of the jumper the boy is wearing.
The first thought that comes to mind is why this boy is so rugged up at a party. The second is that she'll have to go upstairs and change her underwear soon.
Fingers rake her hair away from one side of her neck and lips brush against her skin. Santana loses it, grabbing the boy's hood and clenching the material in her hand. Almost immediately she feels the boy's body jolt and in less than five seconds she's left alone on the dance floor. She turns around, noticing a few boys behind her but they couldn't have taken a hoodie off that fast and thrown it away.
Santana pouts, walking through the crowd of drunken teenagers towards her staircase.
"Santana Lopez," a smug voice says. It's a boy from the football team. He's wearing a jumper and Santana instantly feels like vomiting. "Heading up to your room?" He asks suggestively.
The brunette dry heaves before making her way upstairs. "Don't fucking follow me!" She yells behind her. She quickly makes her way to the bathroom and bends over the toilet, her eyes facing down at the clear liquid in the bowl. "Please get out," she begs.
She coughs and spits into the bowl but no vomit escapes. Giving up, Santana heads to her bedroom to wipe her mouth when she notices Brittany's bedroom light on. Without a second thought the brunette heads over to Brittany's house, ignoring the calls from the Cheerios who want to take body shots off each other.
X
Brittany had been sitting in her bedroom against the wall near her balcony doors, hidden away from Santana and her cheerleader friends. Seeing Santana's body again, this time in her underwear, really stuck in her mind. If Brittany wasn't thinking about Santana enough before she definitely is now.
The brunette practically put her body on display until she realised what she was doing. Brittany has no doubt in her mind that Santana is interested in her in some way. It could just be that the brunette enjoys the rare occasions where Brittany shows her attention or there could be some underlying crush Santana has that she's too afraid to admit. Brittany doesn't blame the girl in fact she's afraid to admit that she would have sex with Santana more than once.
Trying things more than once was, and still sort of it, a rarity in Brittany's life. She lived (still sort of lives) by the motto 'try everything in life once' and took it very seriously and literally. She's only tried a chocolate milkshake once in her life and hated it. She loved trying on her mom's pair of heels when she was little but immediately recognized the dangers of wearing five inch shoes of death. The blonde only ever danced more than once and accidentally ate a toffee apple twice because she forgot she had already tried it a year before.
She's flirted with Santana more than once but that's only because Santana is…different. Brittany won't admit aloud that the brunette is addictive (like the pills in high school she may have tried more than once).
She calls these her phases. Santana is the latest phase. Brittany thinks of what number she's up too now. Sixteen?
Brittany shut off her music a while ago, chuckling to herself as Santana challenged her by turning up the volume on her speakers. She's standing against the fence separating their houses, wondering if Santana mentioned her to the other cheerleaders. It is highly unlikely considering Santana doesn't want anyone to know what she's like out of school, especially who she hangs out with. Brittany still contemplates why Santana wanted so desperately to be her friend and then acted like a complete stranger around her when her friends were there.
That just adds to the mysteriousness of the brunette that Brittany can't stand. She doesn't want to give Santana the satisfaction of knowing she's attending her party so she quickly makes her way to the front door. A few people are arguing on the front lawn which causes Brittany to cringe because high school drama is one of her major pet peeves. The blonde shuts the door behind her and is immediately forced back against it by people pushing passed her. She estimates there are around one hundred people in Santana's house and probably more outside in the back trying to figure out who is going to be apart of tonight's orgy.
The blonde steps forward when she finds an opening and is shoved slightly as someone tries to squeeze past her. She immediately recognizes the dark hair and her eyes trail down Santana's slim figure. Brittany licks her lips, slowly following her into the living room where a people are dancing wildly. Brittany suspects most of these people have had more than one drink and maybe taken something to enhance their spirits. She stands a few feet behind Santana, analyzing the way her hips sway and how arms stretch up, her hands moving their own rhythm above her head. Brittany thinks of saying something to the brunette first, but she believes that Santana would be too drunk to understand and frankly the blonde just wants to dance with her.
Brittany walks forward until she can touch the brunette's arms, her breath hitching softly because Santana's skin is so damn soft. Her eyes shut momentarily as she presses her chest against Santana's, hoping that the brunette won't realise the person behind her has boobs.
Her outfit doesn't give anything away. Brittany didn't want some girls from the cheerleading squad recognizing her and drilling Santana about it all night. Santana will tell them on her own terms when she's ready.
The sweetest sound emits from Santana's lips as Brittany accidentally releases a sharp breath against her neck. She really didn't mean to get this close, but Santana is facing away from her and it's so tempting. Her hands begin a path up the girl's waist, resting just below the two mounds on her chest slightly heaving. She needs to touch Santana's bare skin again, so Brittany rakes the girl's hair back. Santana groans again and again, as though her body is on overdrive. It must be the alcohol Brittany thinks. But the blonde hasn't drunk anything and she's leaning down, brushing her lips against Santana's neck. To be honest, Brittany knows that she does not need any alcohol to touch Santana.
Unfortunately the brunette almost rips her hood off but Brittany exits the party before Santana can reveal her identity. She heads straight into her house, up to her room and tears the jumper off, throwing it onto her bed. Her hand practically slams against the light switch. Brittany closes her eyes, trying to breathe normally. Her heart is racing. What would Santana have done if she knew Brittany was grinding against her at a party where people at her school could see them? No doubt that some cheerleaders, even being completely wasted, would have witnessed their captain and some mystery person dancing closely.
But if Santana doesn't know who was behind her the entire time then she won't have to lie to them. Brittany begins to smile victoriously when her bedroom door slams open. She turns around and witnesses a drunken Santana trying to balance against the doorway. The doorway frames her in such a beautiful way – her hair slightly strewn in different directions and her eyes failing to stay open. Brittany wonders for a moment if Santana is as drunk as she is letting on. That is until she takes a step forward and trips over nothing.
Brittany catches her just in time. She's holding her waist and helping her stand up straight again. The brunette wipes the hair from her face and looks up at the blonde. "Why aren't you at my party?" She asks in a needy tone. Her lips poke out into a pout and Brittany almost smiles.
"Uh, I didn't feel like it." Her hands unconsciously tighten against Santana's waist.
"Pfft," Santana flutters her lips together, "you'd rather annoy me with your shit music."
Brittany fakes an over dramatic gasp. "How dare you insult Stevie Nicks!"
Santana throws her head back in laughter. "You don't talk like that!" Brittany can't help but grin at how goofy Santana is acting. She pulls the brunette forward slightly, her eyebrows rising challengingly.
"Maybe I do now," the blonde retorts.
Santana bites her bottom lip, her eyes back on Brittany's. "You always talk like you're about to destroy something," Santana snorts, "like you want to step on ants just because they can't fight back."
Brittany frowns, her grin turning to a smirk. "What are you talking about?"
Santana deflates into Brittany's arms. "I have no idea," she chuckles. "God I'm so drunk."
"How much did you drink?" Brittany's voice softens. Santana notices the change and smirks slightly, lifting her head to stare into Brittany's eyes.
"Are you concerned about me Britt Britt?" Santana lifts an eyebrow as her hands move to Brittany's forearms. Her fingertips ignite something inside Brittany and she loses her ability to speak for a moment. Santana stares at her encouragingly and the blonde finally takes a deep breath.
"How dare you assume I care for you," Brittany answers with her lips in a subtle smirk. Santana breathes a laugh through her nose and grins widely, her gaze surpassing Brittany for a moment. Almost instantly her grin fades when she notices the navy blue jumper on Brittany's bed. She blinks furiously, before she sets her sights back on the blonde.
Realizing what the brunette just saw Brittany speaks up first. "I didn't want people recognizing me. I didn't think you wanted that."
"I invited you didn't I?" Santana replies immediately, her jaw slightly clenched. Before Brittany can reply Santana steps back. "I have to get back."
The blonde simply nods, watching Santana disappear out of her room. Her control not to kiss Santana is weakening day by day especially when she watches Santana's lips moves as she talks. Maybe the brunette leaving is for the best. She doesn't want to get into any deeper water.
As soon as Santana returns to her party she heads to her room and retrieves her bikini. She isn't as adventurous as Brittany when it comes to jumping in the pool fully clothed. After changing Santana throws her dress aside and heads to her pool, jumping straight in before anyone can object to her actions.
There are some people laughing and shouting at the other end of the pool but Santana avoids that area. She doesn't even think she recognizes any of them. A boy approaches the brunette from behind, his toes hanging off the edge of the pool as he bends down.
Santana slowly turns but doesn't look up at the boy. She moves backwards so she can lean against the pool wall.
"Cool party," he says with a smirk.
Santana is beginning to understand why she doesn't like any of the guys at her school. They say stupid sentences with stupid innuendos hidden under their tone and cheesy, unmemorable pick-up lines. If she were to compare her conversations with the boys at her school to conversations with say…Brittany, there would be a vast difference. At least the blonde girl keeps her wanting more and challenges her instead of stating a compliment about how cool her party is. Santana thinks her party is so much more than cool. She has a fucking mansion for Christ sake and a large pool with a spa.
If nothing is broken in the house by the end of the night her house will be even more flawless than it was before everyone arrived.
"My house is a bit quieter though," the boy adds. His smirk is still present and it causes Santana to shudder when she looks up.
It isn't the kind of shudder Brittany gives her that's for sure.
"Then go home and get some sleep," the brunette orders. Her tone has a certain edginess to it that causes the boy to roll his eyes and stand up.
"Fucking prude," he mutters as he walks off. Santana smirks triumphantly but almost instantly feels alone again. She's at a party, her own party, and she doesn't even feel included or comfortable or wanted. The people around her are laughing so loudly she can barely hear her own thoughts.
She wants to know why they're laughing. But at the same time she wants to go…somewhere...
X
An hour and a half passes and Santana watches people dissipate from her house. From the looks of it nothing was broken throughout the night and it has been a pretty successful party. Santana has a towel wrapped around her and a glass of water in her hand. The water hasn't worked yet – she's still buzzing and slapping peoples backs on their way out.
Once everyone is gone, Santana closes the front door and places her glass of water on the table beside her. She intakes a slow breath and drops her towel. Her eyes are watering and she rubs them hard, forgetting that she had eyeliner and mascara on still.
Cursing to herself Santana turns to the mirror and frowns. "Fuck it," she whispers, storming out of her house. She makes it to Brittany's fast and preys that Kurt isn't home. Knocking on the door, the brunette stands impatiently on the step, her toes tapping against the cement.
The door finally swings open and Brittany is standing there in a loose fitting tank top (no bra on) and tight shorts that stop just where her ass ends. The blonde stares expectedly at Santana, hoping that she'll explain why she is at her house late with just a bikini on because she's exhausted from doing nothing.
"Hey," Santana whispers. Her hand makes its way to her hip and she licks her upper lip sensually. She may not have meant it to look that way but Brittany's mouth opens slightly, her eyes immediately flickering to the brunette's plump lips.
"Hi," the blonde responds monotonously. Santana's lips curve up a little, her free hand finding its way to the crevice between her breasts. She trails her fingers down to her belly button, loving the way Brittany's eyes leave her lips to follow the movement of her fingers.
"Can I come in?" the brunette asks softly.
"Mm," the blonde moans slightly, "sure." She steps aside, allowing Santana to step inside.
"I like how you had no hesitation to me coming inside your house with a bikini on," she smirks, "but other times you won't let me even talk to you."
Brittany bites her lip, her eyes turned downwards. "It's not like that," she begins to explain then stops.
Santana stares at the blonde intensely, waiting for her to continue. She loves hearing Brittany's voice, the way her words flow into each other and change pitch when she's struggling to explain something.
"What is it like then Brittany?" Santana asks in an almost child-like tone, her eyes beaming up at Brittany. The blonde can't help but stare back at Santana, her eyes traveling all across the brunette's face. Santana's bottom lip is jutting out effectively causing the blonde to drift forward almost robotically.
"It's like," the blonde gulps, "you're so hypnotizing."
Santana's lips curve up again. "So are you, we just like to take turns at annoying each other…"
"…And turning each other on," the blonde interrupts. Santana wants to agree but she doesn't want it to be any indication that she wants what she knows Brittany wants. She is pretty much proving that she wants Brittany to look at her in a certain way (lust over her) by wearing a bikini.
The blonde is surprised that she isn't looking at Santana's body as much as she thought she would. She is so entranced by the brunette's inconsistent facial expressions.
"Are you a lesbian yet?" Brittany says in a serious tone. There are a few moments of silence before Santana bursts into laughter, her head moving forward to rest on the blonde's chest. Brittany is confused but not opposed to having the brunette so close to her. Santana's head shakes less and less as her laughter dies down and soon enough she's just leaning against the blonde, her hands limp by her side.
Brittany wonders if Santana fell asleep so she raises her hand, brushing the hair from Santana's shoulder. Santana lifts her head up, her eyes glossy and lips pouty again. She looks at Brittany's lips and wonders how they would fit against hers. She wonders how well Brittany can kiss or if she would have to teach the blonde how to use her tongue.
Kissing means something to Santana though and if she leans forward right now there is no turning back. They stand in silence, each girl trying to figure out what the other is thinking. Brittany makes a move forward, her hand resting on Santana's shoulder from where she moved her hair back.
Santana is still so new to this; actually feeling something for someone else of the same gender (any gender for that matter). She doesn't want to get Brittany's hopes up. But the blonde could just want a nice, long fuck out of Santana to get her out of her system. Either way Brittany is going to get what she wants. If Santana doesn't make a move the blonde will continue to flirt and that's something the brunette knows Brittany enjoys.
Santana watches Brittany's eyes flicker between hers. "Do you still want me to leave you alone?"
"I'm drunk."
"You could be anywhere but you're here."
Santana is so over this. She doesn't leave though. In fact she turns around and whispers "fuck me" in a demanding tone that has Brittany shuddering. She's also highly confused about how she is meant to fuck Santana from behind.
Santana clears her throat and turns her head slightly. "I need you."
The blonde steps forward so her front is pressed against Santana's ass. The brunette is prepared to be fingered straight away but the blonde surprises her by leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss against her shoulder blade.
Brittany grabs the brunette's waist and holds her tightly, her lips exploring Santana's bare back with wet curiosity. Santana closes her eyes at the feather light touch. "Brittany," she breathes, "don't." Her words don't match her actions as she tilts her head to side giving the blonde more room.
She honestly just wants her neighbour to finger her so hard she can't stand, but Brittany just has to go and make her melt.
Her thoughts are so jumbled that she barely registers the bite Brittany applies to the curve of her neck. Santana inhales sharply, her nails raking up her own thighs. Brittany smirks then finally gives Santana what she desires so badly.
Her hand slips underneath the brunette's bikini bottoms, her fingers sliding across Santana's perfectly round ass until they find those soft, soaking lips. Santana bends slightly when Brittany begins running a finger up and down her folds. The blonde wraps her free arm around Santana's waist and lays her hand flat on her stomach.
"Ugh," Santana groans as Brittany finally enters a finger so excruciatingly slow into her. Brittany has never fingered a girl like this before, but suspects it feels so much better judging by the constant moans Santana is making. "Don't stop," she hisses.
Brittany pumps her finger faster, her other hand slowly applying pressure to the brunette's stomach.
"Fu…" Santana can't even finish her words because her breathing becomes too ragged and uneven. She tries to keep her footing but Brittany is the only thing holding her up. She's numb already but that might be from the alcohol. She likens Brittany to alcohol because after so many tastes she gets better and better.
Santana wants to taste her…she can admit that in her mind, to herself (big deal).
Brittany's wrist is getting sore being in this position but she keeps pumping, faster and faster until the brunette throws her head back. Brittany takes her hand off of Santana's stomach and turns the brunette's head slightly. She leans forward and gently bites Santana's jawline, causing the girl to jolt and groan loudly.
She practically collapses back against Brittany and the blonde removes her hand from the soiled underwear, admiring the glossy cum that coats her fingers. Santana's eyes are closed and her mouth is in a slight 'o' shape. She can't even register how fast she just came…
No one has made her feel like that. She always seems to come undone with Brittany. The blonde definitely doesn't disappoint.
Brittany hopes maybe the next time they fuck she'll be able to see Santana's face, but that is wishful thinking. She doesn't know how Santana is going to react in the morning when she remembers this moment (if she remembers) and Brittany doesn't want another repeat of what happened last time.
She wants Santana to just fucking admit it.
"I loved that," the brunette murmurs.
Well that was easy, Brittany thinks. She watches Santana's face until she realizes the brunette has fallen asleep. It could have been a drunken slur but Brittany is going to take the comment positively. She can't believe how much she has changed since meeting Santana. She doesn't want to be inside, in the dark anymore.
Her mind is finally on things other than sleep and her past. Santana is changing her without even realizing.
Brittany carries Santana to her house and places her in her bed. She covers her snugly with the blankets before leaving, her mind solely on what tomorrow will bring.
A/N: Thank you for reading guys! And for those of you that watched the 100th episode and died, I did too. I'm actually updating from the grave. Brittana is endgame!