AN: Hiii! Sorry that this has taken me so long, real life gets in the way, and I was seriously lacking inspiration. It's short, but I figured that's better than nothing! HUGE shout out to the best beta/person in the WORLD BleedsOrange. Seriously she's the best- this would be no where without her! Go check out her story Dog Days, Summer Nights - it's one of the best Brittana fics I've ever read, and she's the best. Also, another of my favorite writers GleekForHemo followed this and I squaked. Go check out her stuff too! (: Onto the story!
And, "Wow," Brittany utters, and "Woah," Santana agrees.
The girls shyly stare at one another, both of their chests heaving embarrassingly hard. Santana realizes that her and Brittany's faces are way too close to look remotely normal to an outsider. They're so close she can feel Brittany's breath painting her lips. Their noses are only a hair away from touching.
"God," she thinks. And that's it. That's all she can think, that's all she can do. She's sure she has the dopiest grin ever on her face, and she's blinking slowly; it's a natural high, but, way better than any high she's felt before. When it comes to her, this is what it's like to feel. This is what it's like to really feel. This is what it's like to love and be loved. In this moment, she feels more loved then she had ever felt in her life. Sure, her and her parents we close, and she loves them. Santana knows that.
But this? This is how it feels to really love. Nothing in the world could make her want to leave this position, right here, right now. She's so close to the most angelic person she's ever met, and she's not about to go anywhere. It's the thought that her beautiful blonde angel most likely will, which instantly affects Santana's mood.
Brittany seems to have an incredible knack for running away from Santana; something that hasn't gone unnoticed by Santana.
She turns her body away from the blonde, and coughs awkwardly. Brittany isn't far behind and she also turns to the side, finally putting some space between the two of them. She wasn't getting any real thinking done looking at Santana's face anyway. Her thoughts hadn't reached much past, "Damn."
If she thought Santana was a hell of a kisser before, she was wrong; and if she thought Santana's lips we soft before, now she really knew. Her lips are so soft and pillowy, and delicate, and just so so so soft. Did she say that already? Brittany really just wants to kiss her. Yeah, that's a pretty good plan.
Kiss Santana forever, and stay right here in this little cove, where nothing can ever go wrong. If she could make that happen, her life would be close to perfect. When she was kissing Santana, and they were so close, she felt so right for the first time in forever. Hearing the little moans coming from Santana's throat made her feel so warm on the inside.
She'd spent too much time trying to push away the Latina, and now all she wanted was to just be close to her. It felt incredibly right, and she has no idea how she could have never noticed that before. Santana is just so perfectly right for her. She reaches out to Santana, yearning to be next to her again, yearning to feel Santana again.
Brittany's hand on Santana's knee is quickly brushed off and the brunette refuses to make eye contact with her. Then Santana speaks.
"Is this the part where you tell me you're sorry and that 'you can't' then leave? You can save your breath if it is," her usually strong and confident voice failing her; she sounds so weak, so dependent. If there's anything Santana Lopez isn't, it's dependent.
"N-no, I-I, why would you think that?"
Santana chuckles bitterly, "Every other time we've kissed, or almost kissed you do that. You leave me."
With Santana's words, Brittany's face falls because she knows. She knows she's been a coward, and she knows that she very well could have already messed things up with Santana by planting a seed of doubt into her mind.
"San," she breathes out. "Not anymore, okay? I promise I won't leave again." Her hand reaches out and she links her and Santana's pinkies but the other girl doesn't grip back. She doesn't acknowledge the touch whatsoever.
"Look, I was scared, I am scared. But, you're scared too. I know you are, and that's okay. We can be scared together, right? The dark isn't half as scary if someone is there to hold your hand."
That's when she sees it, the first break in Santana's 'strong and mighty, but not really' composure. Her lips curl into a small grin and her deep brown eyes finally look into Brittany's.
"I want to try this, Santana. I want to try us."
There's a beat of silence. Both girls stare at each other in thoughtful concentration, as if trying to figure out the other's thoughts, but coming back to the same conclusion. Then, Santana's brow creases and she breaks the silence.
"Promise me one thing, Brittany."
"Anything."
"Don't let go of my hand when you get scared, because I'll be right there with you, okay?"
"Okay," she says. It's simple, but effective.
Santana's head tilts slightly to the side, in admiration of Brittany. Everything she does, everything she says, it's so easy, so natural, but at the same time it all means so much.
She finds herself lost in the deep pools of crystal-clear blue, with a low laugh from Brittany, Santana finally draws her eyes away from her.
"It's really late, we should probably head back," Santana suggests.
The girls leave the cove, and walk to their houses in silence. Every now and then the backs of their hands will brush and they'll look at each other. They keep peeking shy glances at one another as well.
Santana can't help but think how cliché this all is. With her 'we should head back line' and their hands constantly touch as they walk together in silence. And the looks. It's all so cheesy and she swears that it's straight out of a movie. But, she's okay with that, as long as she gets her happy ending.
"Shit," Brittany breathes.
"Woah, there Britt-Britt, I didn't know you had that type of language in you," Santana teases as she comes to the blonde's side. Brittany is standing there looking so dejected and sad, but at the same time also angrier than Santana's ever seen her.
"Hayley took the freaking sheet down," Brittany says as she points to the second story window.
"What?" Santana questions. She's still completely oblivious to what's happening.
After a long, and exasperated explanation of how Brittany escaped the house, the girls fall into a silence. They are now on the patch of grass between their two yards, and Brittany is boring her eyes into one of the second story windows like she thinks if she looks at it long enough it will open up.
"I don't think you're getting back up there, B," Santana finally says after about five minutes.
"Nope," Brittany replies dejectedly.
"You could, you know, just come to my place," Santana pauses awkwardly and glances at Brittany trying to gauge her reaction before she continues, "and uh, spend the night. Since you can't get back up there."
"Really?" Brittany questions, turning her head towards Santana.
Her eyes are sparkling, and they're beautiful. Damn, they're beautiful. She's beautiful.
"Yeah, if you want to, you know. I mean my bed is pretty big," Santana shrugs like it's no big deal; but really, her stomach is twisting and turning in all kinds of unnatural ways.
"Thanks, San. That's super sweet."
Both girls are blushing furiously, their minds racing with thoughts of one another. Santana really wants to kiss Brittany again, but she knows she shouldn't. There are so many reasons she shouldn't even be around Brittany right now. Her head is spinning because of the blonde's intoxicating sent, her heart is fluttering from their closeness, and she's really losing her better judgment.
Once they get into Santana's room, Brittany plops onto the bed and begins to giggle. "You know, San, I'm just thinking, remember the last time I was here?"
Santana's cheeks immediately go red, because hell yes she remembers.
"Let's just not talk about that, yeah?"
"Aww, is Sanny embarrassed?"
"No! Just," she sighs, "I'd rather not talk about that. Do you want to borrow clothes to change into? Yours are kinda dirty."
"Are you gonna wear your birthday suit again, or are you changing too?"
"That won't affect your answer. Yes or no?"
"You're really cute when you get flustered."
Santana huffs before throwing an old t-shirt and a pair of shorts at Brittany, not looking, and successfully hitting Brittany in the face.
"You can change in here, I'm going to change in the bathroom, unless you'd rather change there?"
So cute. "And here I thought you were a badass, Ms. Lopez."
"Who says I ain't? Cos I will ends them."
"I'm just saying. You were so quick to change what you were going to do if I wanted something else."
"I didn't do that. You're a guest. I'm being polite," she says before going into the bathroom, and closing the door rather loudly.
Brittany is quietly laughing to herself, because Santana Lopez is so perfect.
She is just about to put on the t-shirt Santana gave her, when the bathroom door opened opens and then so did does Santana's jaw.
"S-Sorry, oh god. I'll just go back in the, you know what I…okay," Santana stutters out before retreating back to the safety of her bathroom with the image of a topless, bra-less Brittany burned into her mind.
"I'm done now, San," Brittany calls out all smugly.
She waits about a minute and Santana still hasn't come out of the bathroom, so she opens the door to find Santana standing in the middle of the bathroom, motionless.
"You okay?"
"Yeah, I just, god. I'm so sorry Britt. I thought you'd be done."
"Relax a bit, Santana. It really isn't that big of a deal." She turns around and begins to walk back into the bedroom while calling out, "I didn't know you were a cheerleader. You don't really seem like the peppy type."
"Huh?" Santana says, looking at Brittany. She sees her old Cape Hatteras High Hurricanes cheer shirt on Brittany, and smiles. The shirt is too small for Brittany, it shows about two inches of her midriff, and it's a bit snug in the chest area. That's not really an issue Santana is worried about though; tight clothes never hurt anyone.
"Yeah, I was the co-captain. I loved that team."
"I thought you didn't have any friends," Brittany questions, getting settled underneath the silky black covers.
"No, I didn't really. I was a bitch. But I still loved the team, I felt good there. That's my second favorite school I've ever gone to."
Brittany took in Santana's response before answering, "You move a lot huh?"
"Yeah, more than I'd like."
"Where was your first favorite school?"
"Baton Rouge, Louisiana. We only lived there for like, six months. But it's where I met my only friend," she heard Brittany make a fake offended gasp, "besides you of course."
"Tell me about them."
"Puck? Oh god. We met when we were 14; we were little freshmen who thought we were better than everyone else," she chuckled, "Do you ever look back on when you were younger, and just laugh? Like, man, I didn't know anything back then."
"That's what growing up is about though, finding yourself."
"You really are a genius, Britt."
With that last sentence, Santana turns off her bedside lamp, and cuddles further into her bed, turning her back towards Brittany.
"Night Sanny," Brittany whispers out, but Santana is already far away into La La Land dreaming about the beautiful girl lying beside her.
The next morning Santana awakens way earlier than her plans had entailed. The nonstop ringing of her iPad draws her out of bed. Of course, it's none other than Puckerman calling her at nine a.m. The time difference between where he is and where Santana is always confuses him, so he always calls as he pleases, much to Santana's dislike.
"Puckerman," she whisper yelled in her croaky morning voice, "What the fuck?! It's nine am."
"Well, Lezpez," he starts before he's cut off by Santana shushing him.
Santana quietly makes her way out of the room, desperately trying not to awake the sleeping beauty on her bed. Once she settles in at the breakfast bar in the kitchen she glaces down to the facetime call and gives Puck permission to talk again.
"Got a girl in there or something?" Puck questions jokingly, causing Santana to blush slightly.
"No," she answers in an unconvincing manner.
"Been there a few weeks and you're already getting laid? Damn, girl. You didn't waste any time!"
"It's not like that, Puck."
"Oh?"
"She's different."
"Don't go all mushy on me now, we're lesbros. We don't do relationships."
"I didn't say I was in a relationship," Santana begins getting defensive. Puck just finds it seriously funny.
"If she's so different, then what is it? I mean, you didn't sleep with her, no?" Santana shakes her head 'no' in response so her friend continues his questioning, "So why is she in your bed? I know you don't do slumber parties."
"I like her, okay? A lot. I don't want to, I don't know, mess things up? Besides, it's complicated."
A skeptical look comes across Puck's face, before he says "Last I checked, you don't need more complications, Santana."
"Puck, you don't get it, okay? She really is different. She's nothing like, you know."
"How can you be sure, San? You didn't think she would hurt you either. I just don't want you to get hurt."
"Bullshit, Puck."
"No, Santana, really. Just, be careful alright? I don't want to have to come and pick your ass up again and try to make you okay again."
"Aw, Puckerman does have a heart," she says sarcastically.
"Shut up," he laughs. "Tell me about this girl."
Brittany had woken up a few minuets ago, and found the bed beside her cold. She waited a few minuets figuring Santana was probably just in the bathroom, but when she didn't come back she went looking. She crept down the stairs as quietly as possible, not knowing whether or not Santana's parents were home, and caught the end of a Santana's last sentence. Curious, she quietly stood near the kitchen entrance and listened to the conversation. Whoever Santana was talking to wanted to know about some girl. Was Santana seeing someone else? Didn't she say she liked her?
"Her name is Brittany, Brittany Pierce."
Phew Brittany thinks.
"She's perfect, Puck, I'm serious."
"Is she hot?"
"She's gorgeous."
Brittany can hear the smile in Santana's voice when she says that, and it warms her heart to a hazardous level. She thinks she might have a heart attack. But, then again, this couldn't be love, could it? Heart attacks are just from loving too much, and you can't love someone this soon can you?
"Do you think she'll be good in bed?"
You better say yes, Santana!
"I don't care about that for once, Puck," Santana's sentence is interrupted by Puck's laughter, "No, really! Stop laughing. She isn't like any of those other girls. She really is different."
What other girls? She said she didn't have any friends… Brittany's inner monologue is going on one track, and it's not one she wants it to go onto.
"Are you guys girlfriends or whatever?"
"No. I don't know, maybe?"
"What's that supposed to mean, Lezpez? You don't know? I thought you were smooth with the ladies."
"Well, last night we said we liked each other? She was super adorable and it sounded like she wanted to be, but I don't know. I don't think we are."
Brittany hears a sigh come from the guy, and another one follows from Santana.
"Don't get your heart broken. I'm serious."
"I won't, she isn't like that. I swear."
They both go quiet for a bit, and Brittany begins to wonder if they're on to her.
"Perfect idea, Lopez," Puck says, breaking the silence.
"Yeah? What's that?"
"How about I take a drive to Cali and meet this chick, see what she's about? Bros gotta look out for each other."
"Puck, no," Santana says adamantly.
"Have the guestroom ready for Friday. Bye!" Puck says and hangs up before Santana can protest anymore.
With the coast finally being clear, Brittany pokes her head into the kitchen, and takes a silent moment to admire Santana. The sun is shining in perfectly lighting Santana's face with just the right amount of natural light and she's glowing. Like an actual angel.
"Hey, San," Brittany says quietly, as not to scare the brunette. Santana turns to face her, a mild look of surprise on her face.
"Oh, Britt. How long have you been up?"
"Not long. I just found you."
"Oh, good," Santana breathes, relieved.
"I should probably be getting back to my house, before my mom notices I'm gone."
"Oh yeah, guess so," once again, Santana sounds defeated, just like last night. The sad tone of Santana's voice bothers Brittany, a lot.
"Sanny?"
"Hmm," Santana hums.
Brittany walks over to stand in front of Santana, and lightly takes both of the Latina's darker hands into her own.
"Thanks, for everything." Santana smiles at Brittany's words and offers a light shrug.
"That's what friends are for, right?"
"Oh yeah, guess so," Brittany repeats Santana's earlier words, and Santana responds with a little smile.
"You don't have to be afraid," Brittany says, "Of me, I mean. I don't want to hurt you. I just want you to know that, okay?"
Santana doesn't reply, but instead simply watches Brittany leave her house, thinking again just how good the blonde looks in her clothes.
Later that night, as Santana sits on her bed replaying her conversation with Puck and thinking about how he kept telling her he didn't want to get hurt and she thinks about how Brittany said practically the same thing. Her brows furrow, Santana thinks Brittany may have been awake longer than she said. Why would she lie about that? Or was she trying to tell her something else? Santana really needs to figure that out.
