A/N: Hello everyone! This is the Thanksgiving chapter so have an early Happy Thanksgiving! to all my fellow Americans. This chapter is pretty long, the longest to date! I hope you enjoy it!
Oh, also I think I confused you guys when I asked about sexytimes. I DID NOT mean they were going to have sex this chapter, I was just asking when it happens and they are at the point where they are that intimate do you want me to write the scene in a really detailed way or just kind of make it known that they did have sex without any of the steam or something in between? Sorry for the confusion.
Ryoko05: I AM SO JEALOUS! I am an ice-hockey girl and the Rangers are my team!
OTPBrittanaOTP: I'm glad you liked last chapter! And haha I'm sorry I made you cry?
Ig4az: I think it's a legitimate question! Lol
Guest: Yes Santana's dad is the co-owner of a VERY successful electronic components company.
JustWankGlee: I like when you guys tell me what lines you liked ^_^ Jealous Brittany is on her way!
Peaceagent: Hopefully I continue writing at a good pace! And yup, it's Wednesday again!
Mocblue: All of your pondering a will soon be answered!
StephaniieC: I'm still on the fence on how exactly sexy times will go down but I'll get a feel for it and your guys' preferences.
Jill. Shepard. 7: Haha, I tried to make Blaine a little more likable this chapter.
Guest who thinks San should move on: Remember, it's only been a few weeks, and in this story Santana isn't the type of person to get over people really fast or go out with other people to get over others.
Lauren H 91: THANK YOU! lol Lots of people are so quick to hate on their friends but they're just looking out for their girls, and with good reason. And I totally agree with you about the sex thing.
BrittanaLove93: I'm glad my writing is portraying what I want it to :D
Glee4ever123: Guess what! You gave me a [hopefully] awesome idea! Thanks!
Aldez: Every Wednesday!
Ruby-may89: Brittany herself will be asking these questions soon enough...
Just Another New York Holiday Romance
Jealousy, Food, Sports: Is There A Better Combination?
Santana walked the length of W. 10th street to get to Brittany's apartment. After she showed it to her two days prior she couldn't pass up another opportunity to walk it. It was finally Friday, which meant school was over for the week and she got to see Brittany and take her to the hockey game.
Best day ever.
"You didn't come in a limo?" Brittany teased when she opened the door.
"Shut up!" Santana said, playfully pushing her," And hello to you too."
"Sorry, hi," she said, wrapping her up in a friendly hug," are we going straight to the game?"
"I actually thought we could take the subway to Times Square and walk the rest of the way to Madison Square Garden?" she asked shyly,"...maybe get food to go? The walk is really pretty, especially at night. I mean, we don't have to if you don't want to..." she rambled.
'Not a date my ass...' Brittany thought. But bashful, rambling Santana was adorable, so she said," Sounds good! But...don't you think your outfit is a little much for a hockey game? I told you not to dress so nice."
"This is casual for me, I got this dress at Nordstrom's," Santana said looking down to evaluate her outfit- leggings, a royal blue dress that hugged her curves (Brittany was looking right along with her) black heels and a little red headband,
"And I wore the colors just like you said! I think your outfit is over the top..."
The blonde was wearing red converse, red, white and blue knee length tube socks, white daisy dukes (now it was Santana's turn to stare) a Rangers jersey, a Rangers scarf and a Rangers trooper hat to top the outfit, and her, off.
"...okay so you might be right about that but I can't help it- I'm so excited! Thank you so much for taking me San!" She quickly embraced her, squeezing tight and they both blushed at the contact. They hugged for a long time before Brittany finally pulled away with an awkward clear of her throat. Neither of them really wanted to let go. Santana was smiling happily while Brittany inwardly berated herself for not keeping her feelings in check.
"Umm here...so you won't stick out so much," the blonde took off her scarf and put it around Santana's neck- the gesture warmed the shorter girl up in more ways than one.
"Thanks..." Santana said playing with the tassels at the end of the scarf, looking down to try to hide her smile.
As Santana had suggested they hopped on the subway and went straight to Times Square.
"I love Times Square, every time I come here it's even more dazzling than I remember it being," Brittany told her as they walked along.
"It just blows my mind, how many people have passed through this one place. Millions of dreamers and artists and travelers. Rich, poor, anything in-between, everyone Times Square, but the way Santana viewed the world just made her more beautiful in Brittany's eyes.
"Hey, let's take a picture together!" the blonde suggested, wanting to capture the moment. Santana agreed and Brittany took her phone out to take a picture of the two of them. The brunette immediately took the opportunity to get in close and wrapped her arm around her waist.
"1, 2, 3!"
"Wait no, that was bad!" Santana protested.
"No it was fine!"
"No it wasn't, here, let me take it." They took more pictures and suddenly it transformed into them taking dozens of outlandish poses, and they gave each other themes to do, laughing their asses off when people looked at them like they were stupid tourists in town for the first time ever.
"Okay smile!" Santana said, holding her phone up,"1, 2, 3." On three Brittany went with the moment and quickly turned her face to give Santana's cheek a peck.
"What was that for?" Santana asked, her cheek tingling where Brittany's lips were on it.
"For fun," she shrugged," Don't let it get to your head, I was being cute," she explained.
"I won't," Santana promised, slightly disappointed by the reality check,"Come on, we better start walking if we want to make it there in time."
Brittany looked up at the cylindrical building in awe. The last time she had been inside here was eight years prior. It was just as magical as she remembered it being.
"Are you ready to go inside?" Santana asked gently. She couldn't help but grin at Brittany's speechless expression. The blonde continued to stare at the big letters: Madison Square Garden Arena. She nodded slightly but didn't move. Santana shook her head and chuckled before slipping her hand into Brittany's swiftly.
That got her attention.
Brittany's heart leapt but she tried hard to mask her giddy feeling by giving the Latina a questioning look. She didn't let go of her hand though.
Santana shrugged her shoulders and innocently explained," the crowd's huge, I don't want to lose you." Before Brittany had a chance to respond Santana tugged her through the throng of people towards the entrance, into the arena and down the steps.
"Wait- waitwaitwaitwait! Do we have ring side seats?!" Brittany practically screamed, momentarily forgetting about the hand holding.
"Of course! Nothing less for you," Santana told her truthfully, she gave her hand a squeeze before dropping it- now that they were in their seats she no longer had the excuse to hold it. They both immediately missed the contact.
"This is so fucking cool!" Brittany exclaimed, looking around at the players warming up and the fans filling the stands.
"Yeah. It looks a lot different with the ice rink. Last time I was here I went to a Fleetwood Mac concert."
"You like Fleetwood Mac?" Brittany asked surprised.
"...yeah. Landslide is like my favorite song. Do you think that's weird?"
"No! Not at all! I love them too."
While they were pretty opposite in pretty much every way, physically and socially they found that they did have a lot more things in common personally. They both loved to stay active, loved music and art and listened to generally the same genres.
"Here are our seats!" Santana said.
"Holy shit these are like the best seats in the house!" Brittany was practically bouncing. She had a great feeling about this game. Nothing could bring down her excitement.
It was five minutes into the first period and the Rangers were up by a point. Brittany tried to explain to Santana what was going on as it happened and and she was starting to get a hang of how the whole thing worked.
Then, the other team scored to tie the game.
"It's alright, we can get out of this," Brittany said to her. Santana thought it was cute that she said 'we' like she was part of the team herself. Next to them, though, a random guy started beating on the glass and cussing out the other team.
"Bro, calm down," the girl on the other side of Santana said to him. She looked very bored and not at all excited to be there.
"Woah, your friend is super into the game..." Santana commented to her.
At first the girl only slightly glanced at her but as soon as she saw how pretty Santana was she did a double take.
"Uhh, yeah he is. I'm not that into hockey myself but he's my best friend so I've got to put up with him...I'm Dani by the way! And that's Elliot." She smiled, sticking out her hand. Santana shook it,
"Santana, nice to meet you."
"Not to be judgmental or anything but you don't really seem the type to go to hockey games," Dani commented, unashamedly looking Santana up and down. Even with Brittany's scarf she still looked out of place in a dress.
"Yeah I'm here for this one," Santana gestured to Brittany," thought I might as well learn a bit."
"That's sweet."
By now, Brittany's attention was half on the game, half on the conversation next to her. That is until a technical interference didn't get called causing fans to go crazy, including the blonde.
"WHAT THE HELL REF HOW DID YOU NOT SEE THAT!?" Brittany yelled, making the other two girls chuckle.
"Calm down, Britt. He can't hear you," Santana said, stroking her arm lightly.
"San, half the fun of going to the game is yelling and cheering."
"Haha alright, if you say so," Santana said and Brittany went back to watching the game while eavesdropping on their conversation. It was a little hard because the Arena was deafening but she could make out what they were saying.
"Your girlfriend seems to be super into the game too. How long have you two been dating?"
"Oh. Actually she's not my girlfriend, we're not dating." Brittany felt her heart ache a little and she subconsciously pouted. Her eyes were still focused on the ice but everything else was focused on Santana and Dani.
"Oh my God I'm so sorry! I just, I didn't mean to assume-" the Latina laughed,
"Don't worry about it. I am gay, but we're just friends- right Britt?" She said, elbowing her blonde friend to which she replied with a gruff,
"Uh huh."
"Ohh... Okay. So you're single?" Dani asked with a wicked grin. Santana's eyes widened in surprise a little before her signature smirk graced her face. She had no problems flirting with the ladies.
"Yeah, I guess I am."
Now Brittany was starting to feel really pissed, and ignored...and jealous. She clenched her fists hard, turning her knuckles white. Of course Santana would take her to this game and completely ignore her. 'But it's not like we're dating...' Brittany thought,'You have no right to be mad.'
Besides, the Dani girl was super pretty, and Santana was super single seeing as how Brittany herself rejected her. She shouldn't feel this way. She shouldn't feel like her girlfriend was flirting with another girl right in front of her while they were on a date. She wasn't. Because as Santana said, they weren't girlfriends and as Brittany said, this wasn't a date.
She should be happy that Santana was moving on from her, she had to eventually right?
But fuck. She really felt the need to punch something.
The sound of the goal alarm and Santana screaming," FUCK YEAH GO RANGERS!" jarred her from her thoughts. Brittany looked at Santana stunned- how could someone so small be so loud?
"You're right Britt, it is fun! Almost therapeutic," she grinned brightly and Brittany grinned back. Happy that Santana was here with her, wearing that gorgeous smile and-
"You're cute when you get all fired up," Dani said, trying to get Santana's attention and she did. Santana turned from Brittany to her and the blonde tensed with rage. Who the hell did this girl think she was impeding on their conversation and telling her...friend she was cute?
If this flirting thing kept going on right in front of her she didn't know how long she could stay silent.
"I just don't understand this game," Dani said at the end of the second period, although to Santana it sounded like gibberish in the loud arena.
"What?" She asked to clarify. Dani moved towards her so their arms touched and she said directly into her ear," I just don't understand this game." But again, Santana couldn't hear her because the room boomed with a,
"Alright Rangers fans! It's time fooooor, the kiss cam! Who will be our lucky couple tonight? Here we go!" Suddenly a cameraman appeared in front of Santana.
"Hey look, you two are on the screen!" Adam said, tapping Dani's shoulder. Lo and behold, he was right. Santana and Dani both craned their necks to see themselves in real time, outlined by a heart on the jumbo-tron. The cameraman had seen them close and thought they were a couple. Brittany panicked inside when she looked at him and the giant screen,'This is NOT fucking happening. No no no no.' The blonde thought flirting hurt, she did not want to see Santana kissing another girl.
Dani just laughed as Santana tried to tell the cameraman they weren't couple and shook her head from side to side but he wasn't budging.
"Aww, looks like this couple is a little shy! C'mon you two!" The guy said over the speaker again, by now Elliot was holding up his phone recording the action. The longer they didn't kiss the louder the booing got and the more pissed Brittany got,'Don't kiss her San, don't kiss her.'
Santana was determined on trying to get him to go away when Dani suddenly grabbed her face and pulled her into a short, crowd satisfying kiss.
Effectively crushing Brittany's heart.
The stadium erupted in applause.
"Thanks for your participation girls, here are a few t-shirts for your troubles!" The announcer said. Someone ran by and gave them bundled up Rangers shirts and the cameraman finally left them alone.
"Sorry, I just thought it would make them go the fuck away," Dani shrugged.
"It's uhh, fine, although I wish I could've gotten a little warning..." she said before turning to Brittany, "Crazy, huh Britt? At least I was on the jumbo-tron!" Brittany kept her mouth shut, knowing full well she'd say something she would regret if she said anything at all. She was absolutely livid. She wanted to tear Dani's head off.
Santana just interpreted it as her not hearing her and she leaned in.
"That was pretty fucking weird," Santana whispered to her, subtly wiping her mouth. Being kissed by a stranger in front of thousands of people was not something she thought she'd be doing today. Maybe if it was Brittany it'd be a little better...ugh the cameraman came over at the worst time.
"Yeah," Brittany got out between gritted teeth. She was happy on some level that Santana didn't seem to enjoy it but she still hated the image of Dani so eagerly locking lips with Santana. Yes, she was jealous of this random girl. She'll admit it. Why couldn't Brittany have kissed her? Why did the guy think they were a couple?
She was letting her emotions get the better of her and she knew it, but she also couldn't do anything about it.
"I'm going to go to the bathroom," Brittany said, starting to walk off.
"Oh, okay. Do you want me to go with you?"
"No," she snapped before rushing off. Santana watched her go, puzzled.
"Hey is she okay?" Dani asked.
"I don't know...I'm going to check on her." Dani nodded at her and Santana left to follow the blonde.
She tried calling after her but Brittany was too far away and the crowd was loud.
'Get a hold of yourself, Brittany,' the blonde said to herself when she finally got to the bathroom. She gripped the edge of the sink and glared at herself in the mirror, 'It's Santana. Your friend. You rejected her, she's free to flirt with whoever the hell she wants. Even pretty girls that wear too much eye-liner and have butt chins. Stop making this a huge deal.' She took a couple deep breathes to slow her racing heartbeat down.
"Hey, are you alright?" Santana asked, pushing the bathroom door open.
"I'm fine Santana," Brittany breathed wearily.
"You've been acting weird since we got here, is something wrong?" Was she really that obvious?
"No, nothing's wrong. I just...needed some fresh air," she lied.
"And you came to the bathroom?" Santana asked confused.
"Just to splash some cool water on my face. It was getting kind of hot." She had never been the best liar.
"Oh well, if you feel that bad I can take you home. We can always go to another game." 'Damn it, why does she have to be so sweet?' Brittany said in her head.
"No, I'm feeling better. Let's just go back, the game is almost over anyway."
They made their way back to their seats and on the way Santana asked about a hundred times if Brittany was okay and about a hundred times Brittany replied with 'I'm fine, I promise.'
"Hey, I was hoping you guys hadn't left," Dani said to them, but they both knew she was talking about Santana specifically. Brittany kept facing forward so she wouldn't glare at Dani.
"Yep, just went to the bathroom. How long until the break is over?"
"Just a few minutes," Brittany replied.
"Hmm too bad there isn't another kiss cam to pass the time. I wouldn't have minded a longer kiss." Santana just laughed.
And just like that, Brittany was pissed off again.
This felt like the worse torture. But what could she do about it? Say something and make it obvious how deep her feelings ran? How deep did her feelings for Santana run? Obviously they ran deeper then Brittany originally thought or anticipated. It was getting to the point where she honestly just wanted to throw the 'the age difference is too big' mentality away. Besides, when they were together Brittany didn't even notice. Santana didn't act any younger than she did, she definitely knew how to conduct herself around adults much better then Brittany herself could. Every second she spent with her she was convinced more and more that Santana was everything she wanted in a woman...or man.
"This might be weird after we kissed but has anyone ever told you you're insanely beautiful?" Dani told Santana. And it was things like that that turned her into a jealous mess. If she was going to feel this way every time someone looked at Santana then she was with her she was in trouble.
By now she was completely un-committed to anything around her and was deep in thought. However, the one question that stuck out over all of the others was: Would it be so bad if she gave Santana a chance?
Then she started panicking a little.
Even if she did decide to give her a chance was it too late? They had already established their friendship- Brittany had rejected her. In public and embarrassingly. 'And it looks like she's already over me,' she thought sadly, while watching her talk to Dani.
Had she missed her chance on something amazing?
"They won Britt! They won!" Santana screamed next to her, jumping up and down and shaking her. The blonde shook herself out of her daze and saw yes, her team did win, and the game was over...and she was too engrossed in her thoughts to even realize it.
"We'd better go before we get blocked in here, huh?" Santana said and Brittany nodded, still really out of it. She had too many epiphanies to think straight.
"Hey Santana, you made the game so much better. Here's my number, call me," Dani said handing her a scrap of paper before her and her friend left. Santana smiled before turning to Brittany, who was visibly fuming. Santana wasn't interested in Dani but it was nice to see she still had it.
"Ready? I promise we can go to the store and I'll buy you all the Rangers swag you wa-ant."
"She seemed pretty into you," Brittany seethed, ignoring her comment," And you didn't seem too mad about it."
"Who, Dani? I mean I guess but she was just being nice. Plus we didn't really have another choice but to kiss," She shrugged non-chalantly.
"She was pretty and you kissed her," Brittany all but sneered, arms folded and eyes narrowed.
"She kissed me, for SHOW. And it wasn't like I enjoyed it."
"Yeah, whatever. So what, are you going to call her now? Ask if she wants to go on a date?" she asked bitterly.
"Why are you so mad? The Rangers fucking won."
"I'm not mad," she grumbled.
"You know, you could at least TRY to pretend you're not jealous!" Santana practically screamed, frustrated at Brittany and this game she was playing. She wasn't stupid, she had always been good at reading people and Brittany had been pouting or glaring the whole game.
A second later they both realized what she said and they blushed before turning away from each other awkwardly. They walked in silence for awhile, walking aimlessly until there were very few people. Brittany couldn't say a thing because she knew it was true.
"I'm sorry, Britt," Santana started with a sigh," I crossed a line. It's just hard, being with you but not being WITH you. I'm trying to get past my feelings but it's just difficult when I'm around you so much. I feel like I'm getting mixed signals from you and I'm confused...but I shouldn't have said that...I honestly don't know what I was thinking."
Santana looked down and played with the hem of her shirt nervously.
And that was when Brittany decided she couldn't take it anymore. She was giving in and she'd deal with the consequences later.
She slowly reached her hand up and cupped her chin, forcing Santana to look at her with those gorgeous brown eyes of hers and leaned in to swiftly steal a kiss.
Santana breathed deeply through her nose, her eyes fluttering shut. She could not believing what was happening and Brittany only kissed her harder until she started to kiss back.
"Oh wow," Santana sighed when Brittany pulled away," That was-" she was cut off when the blonde leaned in again unable to help herself, connecting their lips for just a few seconds more. Neither of them could believe this was finally happening. After all the repressed emotions and the heartache, they were kissing.
"I just...you're right, I was jealous. And I hated seeing that girl flirt with you. And the thing I hated most...was that I couldn't do anything about it," Brittany confessed," and you have no idea how badly I wanted to do something about it."
"How badly?" Santana asked curious. Brittany moved impossibly closer and wrapped her arms around Santana's waist.
"Let's just say I wanted to drag her onto the ice and have a little fight of my own," she whispered hotly into her ear, making Santana melt. She trailed her lips across her cheek to rest softly on her lips. The brunette shivered and leaned close to her.
They reconnected their lips for a more intense kiss, Brittany backed her up against the wall and Santana arched her back into Brittany's body. Santana felt the best kind of high when Brittany kissed her, she felt breathless and everything felt like it just clicked into place. It was magical.
"Hey! HEY! You two need to tone it down- you're in a public place!" A security guard said coming up to them. They stopped, panting, and scrambled off each other.
"Sorry!" they apologized.
"It's fine, just do that shit at home. You make a beautiful couple by the way," he smiled before leaving.
Santana and Brittany looked at each other before laughing together at the whole situation.
"So...what does this mean? Do you..." Santana trailed unsure of what to say and afraid of what the answer would be.
"I like you a lot Santana. Like, a lot. And...I know it took awhile for me to tell you but I just can't stay away any longer and I was hoping you could give me a chance?"
"Of course, I haven't stopped liking you. I've been trying to because that's what I thought you wanted but I never stopped." Brittany smiled and kissed her again, just because she could.
"So we're dating now?" Brittany asked.
"Yeah I guess we are." Both of them couldn't stop smiling for the rest of the night, long after they had gone their separate ways.
"It was so great Quinn," Santana gushed," and you should have seen how jealous she was when that kiss cam came up." The two of them were walking, on their way to school. Santana had worn Brittany's Rangers scarf over her uniform- she hadn't been five feet away from it since the game, actually. Was that weird?
"I can't believe you two are dating now. Although I should have seen it coming, when do you not get what you want?"
"I know, right?" Santana smirked," I'm so lucky though Quinn. I like her so much, especially now that she actually likes me back." She had been on cloud nine since Friday and that had been three days ago. She felt like her cheek muscles were hard as a rock because she hadn't stopped grinning since then either. Brittany finally reciprocated her feelings and she felt like the Queen of the World.
"I know," Quinn smiled," Maybe me being tough on her helped huh?"
"Maybe. But next time you meet could you please be nice to her?"
"I'll try my hardest but you know me and new people."
"Yeah yeah I know..." they turned the corner and continued down the street," So I think we've avoided this for long enough...what's really going on between you and Rachel?" And just like the Quinn got super shy and quiet.
"Oh...right...that."
"Don't 'oh, right, that' me. Talk bitch!"
"I...think I love her." Santana did one of those comical things where she stopped walking but Quinn continued and Quinn looked around confused, only to see Santana behind her with her jaw dropped.
"Santana...?" The blonde walked back to her and reached her hand out to physically close her jaw and Santana slapped it away before she even touched her.
"Ow!" Quinn whined holding her hand and going to hit her back.
"Are you fucking kidding me Fabray? You are NOT in love with her." Santana yelled, holding her wrists. When a guy passed them and winked Santana rolled her eyes and let her ago before strutting away.
"What? Yes I am!" Quinn said chasing after her but Santana wasn't slowing down," I thought out of everyone you'd be the most supportive of my feelings!"
Santana turned fast on her heel surprising the usually stoic blonde.
"Of course I support you, you idiot! I know you have feelings for her, yes, STRONG feelings, but love? That's a big word to drop. Have you even gone on a date with her? Kissed her? Told her how you felt about her?" with every word Santana got bigger and Quinn felt smaller," I just don't think you're seeing straight right now. Pun intended. Just like Brittany made me clueless, irrational, and out of my goddamn mind Rachel is doing the same to you." They got into one of their famous staring contests when Quinn finally relented.
"...dammit I hate when you're right."
Santana smirked.
"I know, now, let's talk girls," she winked.
"Oh God, I didn't even factor in the 'haha you're gay for Rachel teasing', kill me now."
"Wow you must have a HUGE lady boner for Berry if you didn't see that coming."
"Take me lord," Quinn mumbled,
"Okay okay, but let's get serious though," Santana said, expression rigid," Have you brushed up on your elvish because you really want to know what she's screaming when you stick your plastic Barbie fingers up her pot of gold."
"OH MY GOD Santana you are such a dirty little pervert! I can't believe you just said that!" Quinn walked away from her briskly and Santana tried to catch her but she couldn't help but laugh.
"Sorry sorry I just couldn't help it! I promise that's it for now, I promise! Quinn talk to me about this please!" She hooked her arm through the blondes so they were arm and arm," C'mon. I know you're scared. Tell your bestie how she can help." Quinn sighed.
"...I just...don't know what to do, San."
"Do about what, specifically?" And that was Quinn's
"Anything! She's a girl. I thought I was straight but, I'm obviously not. Yeah, you're my best friend but I don't know the first thing about liking girl! How do I ask her out? Does she ask me out? She's straight, do I have to like, get a feel for her to see if she likes me? How can I tell if she likes me? And then what if we DO become a thing? Like- what are the...dynamics of...girl on girl sex and what goes where and-"
"WOAH slow the hell down and back the FUCK up blondie!"
"...sorry."
"First of all, you are thinking WAY too much, as always. You need to take this one step at a time. One, not seven, fuckin' over achiever..."
"Okay, so what's the first step?"
"Easy. It's just like any other relationship. You already know you want her." Santana got that evil glint she got in her eyes that zoned in on the little piece of fear that resided in Quinn.
"Now you have to make her want you."
"So what are everyone's plans for Thanksgiving? It's only three days away!" Kurt asked the group sitting in the coffee shop.
"Oh, Artie and I are going to San Francisco. It was sort of last minute..." Tina told them.
"My parents are out of town so Britt and I will probably just eat our dinner for two," Blaine said.
"Wait, what are you doing Kurt?" Artie asked, thinking that he would be with Blaine for sure.
"I'd love to be with ma man and woman," he swung his arms around Blaine and Brittany's shoulders,"but apparently Carole has this thanksgiving tradition she wants us to partake in and dad says now that we're going to be this one big happy family we have to go."
"Brittany what's up with you?" Blaine asked. The blonde did not hear a word he said and just continued to smile into her coffee cup, stirring it lazily.
Everyone looked at each other confused.
"Britt." No reply.
"BRITTANY!" Blaine poked her and she finally looked at them.
"Yeah?" Brittany asked.
"Gurl, you've been staring longingly into your drink since we've been here." The blonde stayed silent for awhile before speaking,
"Guys...I have to tell you something," Brittany said, not able to keep it in any longer. Now that her and Santana were past hanging out and were officially dating she felt that they needed to know. They all looked at her expectantly.
"I...I've been hanging out with Santana again." A collective,
"WHAT?" Rang out through the air with a few choice words thrown in here and there.
"For how long?"
"...a little longer then a week."
"Seriously Britt?"
"You know she has feelings for you."
"Now you're just leading her on and giving her hope!"
"Yeah see, about that...I'm not leading her on because...we're sort of...on."
"OH MY GOD YOU SLEPT WITH HER?"
"No!" Brittany exclaimed,"...at least not yet," she smirked.
"Ew lesbian sex!" Kurt said," Wipe that smirk off your face."
"Brittany we talked about this," Blaine scolded.
"I know but you know what? I really like her Blaine. Yeah, she's younger then me but I know she's way smarter and more mature then I probably am. The age difference used to freak me out but after I've spent more time with her and gotten to know her I just...I don't know, I couldn't stay away. So I'm going to date her until one of us decides we don't want to anymore and I would really appreciate if you guys, my best friends, would support me."
"I..." Blaine said before stopping.
"Well I support you. She's hot, you're hot, you like each other and if you want to be with each other you should be," Artie said. Everyone's jaw dropped," I didn't have a problem with it in the first place," he shrugged.
"Thanks Artie," Brittany said rubbing his arm.
"I agree with Artie. I just want your happiness Brittany," Tina said. Kurt sighed,
"While I still think it's weird I am a hopeless romantic so if you're sure Britt I won't be the one to stop you."
"What about you Blaine?" Brittany asked him nervously. He was her best friend and she didn't want him to hate her for this.
"I still am unsure about it...but I trust you and your judgement, and I'll always support you Britt," he finally said. Brittany smiled happily and hugged Blaine.
"Thank you so much guys. I swear, once you get to know her you'll understand more why I like her so much." After she dropped her bomb they all went into the girly, gossipy questions and Brittany felt like she could finally take a deep breath.
She was glad that her friends understood at some level. She knew that if and when Santana got the chance to get to know them she'd charm them into liking her like she did...well, hopefully not exactly like she did, because now Santana was hers.
Brittany and Santana hadn't had a chance to go out or see each other at all since Friday but they kept up through texting and talking on the phone, like they were doing now.
"So what are you doing for Thanksgiving? Are you going back home?" Santana asked. It had only been days but she already missed being with Brittany, especially now that she had a taste of actually being with Brittany. She was still apprehensive about the whole situation though. She didn't want Brittany to change her mind about them.
"No, I can't really afford a plane ticket right now..."
"You know I could always pay for your flight, right? No strings attached...well, maybe a kiss or two." Brittany chuckled.
"I know and I appreciate the offer but it's alright. Besides, New York is my home now. I'm sure Blaine and I will do something fun."
"What about Tina, Artie, and Kurt?"
"Tina and Artie are at Artie's in San Francisco and Kurt and Burt are going with Carole and Finn somewhere..."
"They're going to my place actually, which is a great set up for my next question: I would like to invite you to Thanksgiving at my place. We host for our friends every year and I'd really love it if you came."
"Wow, really?"
"Yeah. You could even bring Blaine! I know how important he is to you and I know he doesn't like me much but I want us to be friends, for you."
Even just talking on the phone to Santana Brittany felt like her heart was going to fall out of her chest...in the best way.
"I-I would love to San."
"Great, dinner is at 5:30 on Thanksgiving day."
"Alright, I'll be there."
"Bye babe," Santana said quickly before hanging up the phone.
Brittany grinned at the pet name. She couldn't wait to see Santana Thursday.
"Are you sure I'm dressed the part?" Blaine asked, fixing his bow tie. He strayed from his usual bold colors and went with black slacks, a white t-shirt, black suspenders and an autumn colored bow tie.
"You're fine...I think," she said, hoping her skirt and button-up blouse were fine. Santana said casual but casual for Santana meant a Nordstrom dress and a Gucci purse.
The elevator doors opened and they moved through the small waiting room into the apartment.
"Hi!" Santana said immediately rushing to her and hugging her, unsure if she should kiss her or not- especially in front of Blaine. She knew that Brittany had told them but she didn't know what he would or wouldn't approve of and she wanted him to like her.
"Hello again Santana, thank you for inviting me to your home," he said politely.
"It's my pleasure- the more the merrier right? Feel free to mingle and get to know everyone. Umm, you know Quinn, Puck, and Rachel...that's Jake, Puck's brother. I believe Kurt and Finn are in the kitchen with all the parents...and yeah, that's it right no-"
There was a knock on the door behind them and Santana went to open it.
"Miss us?" Mercedes Jones said on the other side of the threshold standing next to their local All-American Sam Evans.
"Oh my God you guys came home!" Santana exclaimed jumping to hug both of them.
"Sam! Mercedes!" Rachel yelled, seeing them next. When Rachel announced her best friends' presence the whole house heard and then suddenly there were seventeen bodies occupying the living room.
"Brittany, Kurt, Blaine. This fierce little mama is my role model- I would not be me without my Mercedes!" Santana explained.
"And from what I hear YOU," Mercedes said pointing to a surprised Brittany," have a lot to thank me for," she winked, making Brittany blush. Santana glared at Mercedes.
"Sorry, I've been keeping her up to date," Rachel said. Brittany just kissed Santana's cheek and put her arm around her. She wasn't ashamed of anything and she was a natural people person.
"I don't have a problem with it," she shrugged and everyone 'ooed' at their cuteness.
"Anyway, this guy is my man Sam," Puck said hitting his back.
"And if you were wondering why I look like a male model, it's because I am a male model."
"Oh. My. GOD. That's why you looked so familiar! You're Sam EVANS! You've modeled for all the top brands! You're in all the magazines- Nylon, GQ, Vogue-"
"Alright babe, he gets it," Blaine said good-heartedly and everyone laughed. For the most part everyone seemed to be getting along and had been getting into small groups to mingle.
"Hey, you still haven't given me a kiss..." Brittany whispered to Santana while Kurt and Mercedes talked.
"I've wanted to kiss you from the second we stopped I just...wasn't sure how you felt. If you had second thoughts, or not..." Santana confessed shyly. Brittany kissed her softly.
"I am definitely NOT having second thoughts, and you can kiss me whenever you want."
"Alright alright, we get it- you're a hot new couple, now can you please stop making out in front of me? There's a reason I'm gay," Kurt said.
"Amen to that, honey!" Mercedes praised. The two had hit it off quite well.
Marley, Kitty, and Ryder arrived last and when they did dinner could finally be served.
"Hey!" Santana said to Quinn before pulling her aside. Brittany was talking to Rachel which gave her the perfect opportunity to talk to Quinn," Has anything happened between you and Rachel?"
"No! Don't you think I would have told you?"
"With you, who knows. Anyway, I think we need a game plan, you know, to get you alone with your girl."
"I don't know if you noticed or not but this house is FULL of people."
"Obviously. Look, how about this, when everyone is distracted and watching the football game get her alone."
"And how am I going to do that without looking completely obvious?"
"I don't know, say you dropped an earring or something in the dining room and ask her to help you find it."
"What? That's stupid!"
"You got any better ideas?" Quinn stayed silent.
"Oh...and I thought of something else we could do..."
"...what?" Quinn asked, a little scared. Santana came up with the craziest ideas. Most of the time they worked though.
Most of the time.
"So here's what we do."
Dinner went smoothly, Mrs. Fabray insisted on doing a prayer so everyone relented and the food was absolutely delicious.
"Seriously Mrs. L, this stuffing is to die for," Puck said, shoveling more food into his mouth.
"Thank you Puck," she laughed. Looking around, even though she just met these people, Brittany felt like she was part of a family. A huge dysfunctional one where everyone was adopted but a family none the less. She was so thankful she had met Santana and for everything that was going on in her life. It just seemed like everything was going right and she couldn't be happier.
"Drop the earring Fabray!" Santana whispered to Quinn who was on her otherside.
"You were serious?"
"Do it!" The blonde rolled her eyes but took off the ring on her finger instead of conspicuously taking off her earring. Who knows, maybe Santana's plan would work. Right now she didn't really have any ideas.
"Alright everyone leave the dishes, Santana will clean them tonight-" Mr. Lopez announced when everyone was done.
"Hey!"
"Now let's go watch some football!"
The men up and sprinted into the living room, Finn was still holding half a turkey leg in his hand.
"Well, I'm going to go change, Quinn, let's go." Santana said, getting up.
"Woah why is Quinn coming to change with you?" Brittany asked quickly, without thinking.
"Relax babe," Santana said kissing her cheek," We've got to dress the part for the game now and later."
"Later?" Brittany asked again.
"After watching football we have a tradition of going to the park and playing," Finn explained.
"And it gets nasty," Puck explained," and since you two," he said gesturing to Santana and Quinn," Were captains last year, Finn and I get to be captains this year."
"And you are TOTALLY going down bro!" Finn taunted.
"In your dreams, Stretch. You can't throw for shit!"
"HEY!"
"Yo, save it for the game guys! Quinn let's go!" The pair of them disappeared to Santana's room and Brittany pouted. She wasn't worried about Quinn at all but she was sad that she wouldn't be there when Santana was changing...wow, how far she's come.
"Did that seem fishy to anyone else?" Kitty asked.
"Don't look at me, those two get crazier each time I see them," Mercedes said, shaking her head.
"I mean, Santana is really into football but Quinn, not as much into the watching as the doing," Rachel explained with a far off look.
"Are you?"
"Honestly I fucking love football." Weird, Brittany would not guess that about the tiny brunette.
"Usually us girls, minus Rachel and Santana, sit behind the couch so we don't interfere with the game..." Marley said.
"Seriously though, how is it so entertaining?" Kurt whined," My dad and Blaine can never get enough of this stuff."
"I just think it's boring as fuck!" Mercedes exclaimed.
"Ditto!" Kitty high fived her.
"I just don't understand how it w-" Brittany's words died on her lips when Santana came strutting into the room. She was wearing a loose, open-sided, oblique and ab showing New York Giants jersey, over a sports bra, short black spandex shorts, a Giants SnapBack and thigh length matching socks. To top it off she had eye black on her cheeks in its typical fashion. Obviously Santana knew how to dress the part when it came to football,"...works," Brittany finished after she analyzed Santana's body up and down. Multiple times,"Hey when does the game start?"
"Ten minutes," Ryder answered.
"Yeah okay," she said before crossing the room in a flash, grabbing Santana's wrist and dragging her back to her room, nearly knocking down Quinn in her wake. But she was too one-track minded to even consider apologizing.
Quinn on the other hand was wearing slightly baggy black sweatpants and a matching, tight, crop top Giants jersey that completely showed the lower half of her torso, and yeah, she had decent abs too. You had to look good to stay on top where she came from.
"Dayum girl!" Mercedes said fanning herself and Jake gave her a catcall.
"Is Santana rubbing off on our good little catholic school girl?" Puck smirked.
'In more ways then one...' Quinn thought in her head. Then she thought back to what Santana said a couple days ago. Make Rachel want her. In every way. That was the whole point of dressing like this.
Quinn went back to the girls, gripped the edge of the table and leaned forward towards Rachel sensually.
"You're the football fan Rachey, do you think I look the part?" Quinn asked innocently. Rachel's eyes trailed back up to her eyes from somewhere lower and she cleared her throat awkwardly.
"U-umm, y-yeah," she stuttered, wishing she could just take a cue from Brittany and drag Quinn into an empty room to have her way from her.
God, the blonde already enticed her, what the hell was she going to do now that she was basically topless and sporting her favorite team?
"Oh crap!" Quinn suddenly said, rolling her gorgeous hazel eyes.
"What, what is it?" Rachel immediately asked.
"I think I dropped my ring in the dining room. Want to help me look for it?"
"S-sure," Rachel stuttered.
"Five minutes till kick-off!" One of the guys said but they were long gone.
"You look so fucking hot right now," Brittany practically growled before she gently pushed Santana on top of the bed, laid on top of her and attacked her neck with fervent kisses. Santana gasped and moaned.
"Wow okay, you seem a little hornier than usual, not that I'm complaining."
"No, I'm just as horny for you as I usually am..." Brittany confessed before nibbling softly on her earlobe, causing a violent tremor to make it's way through Santana's body," ...the only difference is that I can tell you now." Santana's breath hitched and Brittany smirked proudly to herself...only to have their positions flipped before she could even process she was moving. Now blue eyes were staring up at Santana's smirk.
"You're way stronger than I thought," Brittany puffed out, quite impressed and turned on by how Santana looked above her.
"There's a lot you don't know about me." Santana leaned forward again to reconnect their lips in a passionate, animalistic kiss.
"This is okay, right?" she panted into the blonde's mouth.
"Uh huh," Brittany replied hastily before continuing their first impromptu make-out session. She pulled Santana down and into her more and dug her hands into her ass, something she had been dying to do since...well, since she met her.
Remembering what Brittany said the other day Santana ran her hands through blonde locks roughly and Brittany inhaled sharply. Their bodies rolled together naturally and when Santana moved her leg between Brittany's, putting teasing pressure where they both needed it most, the room suddenly felt a hundred degrees hotter.
They gasped and moaned and then everything just got so much faster.
Brittany moved her hands from underneath her shirt to her ass and back, wishing she wasn't wearing a tight sports bra and loving that half her shirt wasn't even there to begin with.
Santana on the other hand, pulled at Brittany's shirt and the blonde let her quickly strip her of it, and her bra.
For a second Santana just stared down at Brittany's recently exposed chest.
Seeing Santana stare at her in lust and awe with her lips all swollen and parted just made Brittany want her more.
"Shit..." Santana gasped.
"I swear to God San if you don't touch me now-oh." She moaned when Santana finally cupped her boobs while simultaneously kissing and nipping at her neck.
Her fingers focused on tweaking her pert nipples and Brittany almost lost it right there.
Then a roaring yell sounded from the living room. The guys were yelling, probably at the game that was on, and it reverberated throughout the whole house, completely cutting through the thick tension in Santana's room.
The girls looked at each other for a second and just burst out laughing, changing the mood completely.
"As hot as this is and as wet as I am...I don't really want our first time together to be a quickie with our friends and family a couple rooms away..." Santana chuckled, sweetly brushing the hair out of Brittany's face.
"...yeah I think you're right," Brittany agreed, taking a deep breath in an attempt to squash the arousal coursing through her veins. It wasn't too hard to do with how sweet and light-hearted Santana was being. She even put her shirt back on for her.
"Thanks," Brittany kissed her.
"Ready?"
"Yeah hold on, I've just got to...calm down."
Santana blinked twice and got off of her.
"Yeah we're never getting out of here if you say things like that."
Brittany pulled her back down by the front of her t-shirt to give her one last kiss. This time when Brittany pulled away Santana chased her lips with her own.
In a flash Brittany turned Santana around and pushed her into the bed, startling her.
"Let's go!" she called happily, leaving Santana to groan in her own sexual frustration.
"It should be around here somewhere..." Quinn said, although she knew exactly where it was. She was crawling on all fours, and yeah, pushing her ass out a bit more than she usually would. And it was working as planned because all Rachel did was stand still and gawk at her.
"Rach?" Quinn asked, looking back at her. Rachel very obviously looked away in embarrassment of being caught. Quinn smirked happily to herself.
"So uh...which ring were you wearing?"
"You know, the gold one, Tiffany's, says 'I love you?'" she emphasized the last three words intentionally.
"R-right. I'll look over here." To get some distance so she could try to keep her pounding heart steady, Rachel dropped down and away from Quinn and started searching.
The blonde took this opportunity to look at Rachel, and was just overwhelmed with the urge to kiss her.
Right then. She didn't want to wait anymore.
Sure, it wasn't part of Santana's plan but since when did she listen to Santana?
"I found it!" Rachel called triumphantly, she stood up and turned around quickly...only to somehow end up very close to Quinn, who moved to her in seconds. And just like that, Rachel felt like she couldn't breath again.
"I found it," Rachel repeated, although it came out as more of a whisper.
"Thank you," Quinn said, not breaking eye contact as she grabbed Rachel's hand to get the ring out of it. She smoothly put it back on and continued to hold her hand," I was really worried...how can I repay you?" she stepped forward a bit and Rachel instinctively stepped back but the dining table was there. She was trapped between a hard place and the girl she had the biggest crush on. A girl who, for a long time, she mentored, a girl who looked up to her. A girl who wasn't really a girl anymore. Rachel's eyes strayed down again where the cut of the jersey Quinn was wearing showed her cleavage and she instantly looked back up.
Yup, definitely not a girl anymore.
"R-repay me? You don't have to..." she trailed, getting distracted by the predatory look Quinn was giving her. If she could have her way, a kiss...or two, would easily suffice as repayment but she didn't think in a million years that Quinn would ever...
"Rachel if you don't tell me to stop I'm going to kiss you," Quinn said bluntly, not able to bring herself to resist anymore. Rachel's eyes widened slightly and her heart beat pounded out of her chest when Quinn finally closed the distance and connected their lips.
When they pulled apart neither of them said anything and the screams in the living room made them jump apart, afraid of getting caught.
"You guys are missing the game!" Sam said poking his head in the room, thankfully they were a respectable distance apart by now, "Let's go!" They looked at each other stunned before following Sam out.
Rachel took her spot on the couch and Quinn pulled Santana off of hers harshly.
"Ow, what?"
"I kissed her."
"You kissed her?"
"Shut up!" Quinn hushed.
"Oh my god, I didn't think you had it in you- what did she say?"
"Nothing, we didn't get a chance to say anything because Sam interrupted us."
"Shit, tough break. Just talk to her later?"
"I'll try but God...it felt so...it was everything I dreamed and better. I'm terrified she'll tell me I'm weird for kissing her."
"Calm down, you'll be fine. Just sit back and watch some football, it'll all take care of itself," she assured her knowingly.
Quinn sighed heavily, she sure hoped Santana was right.
"That was a great game," Finn said when it was over.
"Yeah, Manning started off shaky but he got his footing, thank God." Santana said.
"I know right? Losing to Washington would be downright embarrassing," Blaine scoffed.
"I could not agree with you more Anderson," Santana agreed. Thankfully Santana had already found something that she and Blaine could bond over: football.
"So are we going to go play some ball now or what?" Jake asked, itching to lose the weight he just gained from the meal.
"Let's fucking do this!" Rachel called.
Their group of 14 moved down to Central Park after changing to get the game started, some more excited then others.
"Oh my god it's freezing," Marley complained and Jake shrugged off his jacket to give to her," How are you two not icicles right now?" she asked Quinn and Santana who were still wearing their half-there t-shirts, and Santana was bary even wearing shorts.
"Adrenaline and the will to win," Santana dead panned. She got serious when she played.
"You're kind of hot when you get all competitive," Brittany said.
"If you think that you're going to be in for a real treat."
"Alright let's divide the teams up! Team Puck-" Puck called before Finn cut in, "Versus Team Finn." In the end Santana, Rachel, Blaine, Jake, Mercedes, and Marley were on Finn's team and Brittany, Quinn, Kurt, Sam, Ryder, and Kitty were on Puck's.
"I don't know how to play," Brittany said in their huddle.
"And I suck complete ass so don't give the ball to me unless you need a punter," Kurt admitted.
"It's not that hard, if the ball gets thrown to you catch it and run to that side and avoid being tackled," Sam explained to her.
"Uhh...okay..."
"Alright, Brittany and Kurt, stand behind me, Kitty, snap the ball to Sam and Ryder, Quinn and I will run our routes. Ready, break!" Puck called.
"32, 10, HIKE," Sam called he caught the ball and looked for an open receiver but they were all covered and Jake was barreling towards him.
"Brittany, catch!" he yelled, throwing the ball to her. She caught it easily and stood there for a second, forgetting what to do.
"RUN!" her teammates screamed at her. Remembering her instructions she bolted for the other side, spinning and dodging everyone almost effortlessly to avoid getting hit and sprinting as fast as she could to score a touchdown.
"YES!" Puck's team cheered.
"Oh my god that was awesome! I have never seen someone juke that hard in my life!" Ryder praised.
"I didn't know you could do that, I'm impressed," Quinn said and Brittany beamed. Was she finally getting Quinn's approval?
"You outran everyone on the field Brittany!" Sam said," You're like, our secret weapon."
"I don't think it's a secret that she has mad skills," Kurt said.
"Well either way, we're definitely using that to our advantage. That is, if you're up to it?" Brittany smiled at them.
"Let's do it."
"Dudes we're losing hard core!" Finn said. The score was 12 to 6, since they couldn't play with field goals.
"I thought Brittany said she sucked?" Jake said, looking around at everyone. Brittany was dominating and the only reason they even scored was because Finn threw a Hail Mary to Santana who was waiting in the end zone.
"She never understood it when we watched it...I guess she's just good at actually playing," Blaine explained.
"SANTANA! Pay attention!" Rachel snapped. The Latina, who was currently making kissy faces at Brittany, looked back at them distractedly.
"What?"
"Your girlfriend is killing us. You hate losing just as much as the rest of us and we need a way to take her down." Santana looked back at Brittany who waved at her cutely.
"I think I can find a way to take her down if she gets the ball."
"Wait what? How?" Marley asked.
"Don't worry about it," she winked," Blaine, you're quick. As soon as Brittany fumbles the ball you better be there."
"How do you know she's going to fumble?"
"I just do, okay? Trust me."
As soon as the ball was handed to the blonde she tore off running. She stood in Brittany's clear line of site as she approached the end zone.
"Santana what the hell are you doing? Fucking move!" Rachel yelled. She got scary when she played.
As soon as she knew Brittany was looking, about 20 feet away, she promptly lifted her shirt and flashed her bra covered tits. Which got the desired effect of Brittany stopping dead in her tracks, having her stare distractedly at her and drop the ball.
Everyone was completely stunned.
Except for gay Blaine who scooped the ball up and sprinted towards the other side. By the time anyone on the other team could react Blaine was too far gone and he went in for a touchdown.
Santana's team cheered while Sam's team swore.
"What the hell Brittany?"
Quinn screamed.
"I'm sorry!" she said," Santana's boobs are really distracting."
"Haha you fuckers we're tied," Mercedes jeered.
"No, that was totally illegal!" Sam protested.
"Says who, trouty mouth? Show me where that's a rule," Santana demanded. Sam opened his mouth but slammed it shut when he came up short," Yeah that's what I thought.
"Fine, you guys want to play dirty? We'll play dirty!" Kitty said. Her inner competitiveness was itching to win too and she had no qualms about playing dirty. Their private school, 'be the best' upbringing made them all dangerously competitive.
After Santana had broken the barrier there was flashing and tripping and reckless shoving and tackling- it made for an interesting game.
"Here here!" Santana yelled. One minute she was wide open and the next she was on the ground with Brittany furiously making out with her...leaving the ball to get intercepted by Quinn.
"Dammit Britt, why are you so hot?" Santana groaned.
"Paybacks a bitch huh?"
"I'm not even mad."
As the game got rougher, it got more fun and they stopped keeping score. When it got to dark they decided to call it quits and head back to Santana's- both teams arguing that they won.
It was 30 degrees outside but holding hands with Brittany, surrounded by people she loved, she couldn't find one thing to complain about.
"That was really fun Santana, I really like your family and friends- even Quinn," Brittany said. Everyone had gone home, with their leftovers, and Brittany was the last to leave and they were cuddled on the large armchair by the fireplace. She was full, warm, and content. She was the happiest she had been in awhile.
"I'm glad you had fun, and I'm glad you and Quinn bonded a little. And damn, you are so good a football! Seriously, such a turn on." Brittany smiled and kissed the top of her head.
"Hey Santana, can I ask you something?"
"Shoot," she mumbled lazily, eyes closed as she put her weight fully into Brittany. After the food and the running around she was beginning to drift.
"Will you go on a date with me tomorrow?"
And then she was awake again.
"What?" she asked, turning around, just in case her ears were deceiving her.
"I was just thinking, neither of us have school and I don't have work, and since we're dating, we should go on a proper date."
Santana stared at her for a few seconds before kissing her sweetly and deeply.
"I would love to go on a date with you, Brittany." They smiled at each other and kissed again.
"Yay! I'm so excited to take you out!" she said giddily," I get to surprise you and pay for you and you're going to hate it and I'm just going to bask in how adorable you'll look!"
"Brittany!" Santana protested, almost moving completely off her," That's mean," she pouted.
"Suck it up, Lopez," she teased, kissing her nose," Now, I think it's high time I left..."
"What! No!" Santana said immediately lying on top of her to prevent her escape.
"San it's late, and I've got to think up some ideas for tomorrow."
"But you live so far and it's so cold."
"Then, lend me a coat?" Brittany sang.
"No, no singing. I got enough of that with Rachel and Mercedes."
"This evening has been, so nice and warm," she continued.
"Briiiitt," she whined.
"Okay okay I'll stop...but your lips really do look delicious."
"Yours do too. But really, just stay and cuddle for a little longer?" she practically begged.
"Fine," she relented, re-establishing her position and grip around the latina's waist. Santana tangled their hands together on top of her stomach. In about ten minutes they were both out cold, perfectly comfortable and still wrapped in each other's arms.
A/N2: So they're together finally! I know you guys might think it's fast but I think it makes sense if you really think about it, and how many relationships form and develop. When they first start dating they're all in the 'honeymoon' stage.
Also, be aware the story is about half-way over..
I hope you guys liked it because this was my favorite chapter. Next chapter is their first date! Sorry for any mistakes and please review!
