Brittany's POV
We were out of breath, I felt light headed but I knew I couldn't stop until she reached her climax. I kept on pumping my fingers in harder and faster and took in the sight underneath me. There she was those beautiful chocolate brown eyes staring back at me full of love and desire. Her hair was sprawled all over the pillow and sweat was beginning to form on her brows. She bit her bottom lip and whispered " don't stop baby, I'm so close." God that voice was so sexy! Her voice was extra raspy and it made my center throb. She began to tighten around my fingers and I heard the moans beginning to come out of her mouth..
Buzz, buzz...
Buzz, buzz...
My eyes shot open and immediately looked over to the pillow next to me and found it completely empty. There was no naked Latina laying next to me and I couldn't help but groan at it just being a dream. I put my hand over my heart and could feel it beat like crazy. Even in dreams Santana drove me crazy!
Buzz, buzz...
I leaned over to the nightstand to retrieve my vibrating phone signaling that I had received a text message.. Actually two. My heart stopped a little when I swiped my finger and read the first one. It was from Sam.
Hey Britt, we need to talk. I wanted to wait a couple days so we could both clear our heads and talk calmly. I'm going to be in NY next week to settle some things and I think it's best to talk in person. I'll call you. -Sam
I knew I couldn't avoid Sam forever, I eventually had to explain why I I didn't marry him. I knew Sam was heartbroken and I was dreading to see him but he deserved to know the truth. I stared it for a couple more minutes and decided to close it, instantly the other text showed on my screen and this one made my heart start racing again. It was from Santana.
Hey b, Quinn can't help you today but ill be home in a few... How about I help you? Let me know -S
I couldn't help the smile creeping on my face. Even though things weren't really awkward between me and Santana, we still didn't spend that much time together. Today was going to be different, we were gonna spend the whole day together and I couldn't wait.
I texted her the address and told her to be there in about an hour. I got up to a quick shower, got dressed and was out the door and on my way to the hardware shop to pick up some last minute things. My apartment was only about a 10 minute subway ride from Santana's so I was there way before San was due to arrive. I made my way into my new building and rode the elevator to the 3rd floor.
I searched for my keys in my bag and unlocked the door. The apartment wasn't as big as hers but I loved how homey it felt. It was a one bedroom apartment with a kitchen, bathroom and small living room.
As I walked through out the apartment I noticed some of the boxes titled with Sam's name. We had started packing months before our wedding date and most of our stuff was already in New York. I figured that I was the reason why Sam was deciding to come to visit because clearly since we weren't going to move in together he had to take care of his stuff. I really didn't know if Sam would still decide on moving to New York or staying in LA, technically I was offered the job in the city and his advertising company still hadn't given him the transfer so he would be able to work from the east coast. I knew Sam wasn't entirely too happy about moving because he loved his job and his coworkers, he was just moving cross country for me.
I walked into the bedroom and pulled out my MP3 player and plugged it into the radio I had unpacked a couple nights ago. Whenever I had too much on my head I always felt I could relax by loosing myself in dancing. There was something therapeutic about letting my body move on its own to the beat, I always felt like all my problems vanished and I was able to see everything from a new perspective. In just a matter of weeks my life had turned into a mess. I broke things off with Sam and I was temporarily living with Santana. Ugh Santana! No matter how hard I tried not to but I hated the fact she was with Emily.
Santana wouldn't come for another 30 minutes so I sent her a text telling her to come straight in that I would leave the door unlocked. I clicked sent and put the phone right next to the radio just in case she texted back. After a little stretching I pressed play and let my thoughts drown in the music.
Santana's POV
After reading Britts text I couldn't help but feel anxious to get to her. I know she always likes to see the good in this miserable world but she can not leave her door unlocked! I rushed out of the subway and sped walked to her building.
I double checked the address with what she had sent and then made my way to the 3rd floor. Once I reached her apartment I knocked. I know she said it was open but I felt weird just walking in there. ..
Nothing. I opened the door and peeked my head in "Brittany?" I said but she didn't answer. I heard music coming from one of the rooms so I figured she couldn't hear me. I walked in, closed the door behind me and made my way through the apartment following the music.
It led me to her bedroom. I opened the door and peeked through and saw her dancing, a smile crept through my face. Brittany's element was dance, and I knew she would get completely lost in it. I decided to walk in and quietly make my way to the corner to be able to watch her without disrupting her. I sat there and watched her unravel herself. She swiftly swayed around the room and danced. Her eyes were closed and I could tell she had been dancing for a while because she was covered in sweat.
Watching Brittany dance was amazing, it always was. Since we were little I would love watching her bust her moves because that's how she would express herself. She would dance her emotions away and she looked perfect doing it. I honestly think she captivated me this way, because every single feeling I Had ever felt for her were coming back as I watched her dance. The more I stood there the more I realized how much she truly mattered to me. I know it might sound cheesy but Britt isn't like most people, she's everything that people want to be. She is the most selfless person I know and she would literally give you the world if you asked her to. She would always go above and beyond to make me feel like everything was possible. She was the one person I knew that was always there even after I would put up my guards and keep push away. As I was getting lost in my thoughts I the music came to a stop snapping me out of whatever trance I was in. I looked up and saw Brittany wiping the sweat off with her shirt. Her abs were glistening and I couldn't help but stare... God her body was amazing like always. She noticed my staring and smiled, I couldn't help but blush.
" hey, I didn't even notice you were here.. Have you been here long" she asked a little out of breath.
" just a couple of minutes, which now that you mention it don't leave the door opened Britt imagine if some psycho walked instead of me and murdered you or something" as the words came out of my mouth I couldn't help but internally panic inside. Imagine if that did happen!
I guess she noticed my panic because she began to laugh and shoved me " oh stop being all protective, I know how to take care of myself" she said. I was about to respond and she cut me off " but I promise I'll be extra careful"
I nodded in approval to her response. She smiled and grabbed my hand and walked me to the living room. She explained how she had picked out the colors and what color each room would be. As she spoke I couldn't help but notice how we were still holding hands. I felt my whole arm tingling as she rubbed the top of my hand with her thumb, it felt like holding her hand was like being back at home, it was such a familiar feeling and it scared me how perfectly our fingers intertwined and how much I actually missed it. I pulled my hand away and I guess she read my mind because I felt her straighten up.
" so, uh there are the paint brushes and rollers so I guess start where ever you like" she said as she still stared at the space where our hands had been linked a couple seconds ago. I nodded and made my way to the wall and began to paint. She walked to her room and brought out the radio so music was playing softly as we painted. Even though the music played there was silence between us, I kept glancing in her direction and noticed she was still a little tense from me pulling away a little earlier. I felt like i needed to break the ice so as i painted i thought of ways to bring up a conversation with her.
"So how did you get into the music production business? I mean i knew you liked to sing but i didn't know you liked to produce it" she said as she continued painting her side of the wall.
"uh, well yeah i did originally come to be a famous singer, but it was a lot harder than i thought. Turns out there are about a million small town girls trying to become famous" i chuckled "but when i joined NYU I decided to take a music production class as an elective and it really caught my attention. I found it fascinating how a music track was produced and how naturally it came to me. Even though i love to sing, i like creating and meeting new talent and together forming these amazing songs." I smiled. By the time i was done speaking Brittany had her full attention on me and she was smiling. Thank god she decided to speak first, so i decided to continue the conversation.
" So, what about you? When you moved in you said you were the head choreographer for a new dance studio in New York... Hows that going?"
"Well, when i graduated UCLA i joined a dance company which is very known in California. We usually do choreographies for shows and perform as back up dancers for artists. I got my really big shot when I was asked to lead in Beyonces world tour." wow i had no idea she had done these amazing things. i stared at her wide eyed and she laughed " yeah i get that look a lot. I danced with Beyonce for about 6 months and then they offered me to run the dance studio here in New York, so i accepted."
"Wow Britt, i cant believe you know beyonce!"
" yeah for the first couple concerts i thought i was dreaming but it was so much fun."
3 hours later and a fully painted living room and kitchen we continued talking. We spoke about everything, school, work, and everything in between except for Sam and Emily. It felt that like we were getting to know each other again, before i knew it we were already in sync just like old times. It was crazy how easily Britt would get me to laugh, my ribs were beginning to hurt. We moved to the last room which was the bedroom and began painting.
"ugh, Britt i'm tired and hungry."
"were almost done San, stop whining. You always turn into a baby when your tired" she said.
" did you just call me a baby pierce?!" I challenged her. She laughed and nodded, oh no she didnt. She had her back to me so i decided to get even. I grabbed my paintbrush and slid it across her back. She squealed and turned around wide eyed. I stared back innocently.
"did you just-" I cut her off because this time i painted her right on her cheek. Before i knew it a full blown paint war commenced. As i tried to run she grabbed me by my waist and rubbed paint all over my face. we couldn't stop our giggles as we literally covered ourselves in blue paint.
"ok, ok Britt you win.. I look like a damn smurf" i said trying to catch my breath. She laughed and dropped her paintbrush.
"aw but you look like a cute smurf" she cooed.
"shut up!" I said dropping my paintbrush too. "lets go back to my apartment and get cleaned up and order some food i'm starving" she nodded and in the next couple minutes we cleaned up the mess we made and gathered our stuff to go. We didn't even bother to wash ourselves off before heading out because we were to busy laughing at one another. We got on the subway and were on our way back home. We mustve received a million and one puzzled looks and that only made us laugh harder. Deep inside myself i was relieved because it only took us an hour to get used to eachother again. It felt like if time had stood still and we were back to being friends again and at the end of the day that's all i wanted to be right.. a friend? I sat there staring at Brittany as she had her head on my shoulder and her arm wrapped around mine and let my mind drift off to my thoughts again.
We arrived at my house a little while later and proceeded to clean up. I took a shower first then she did, after a couple minutes we were back to our respective colors. We decided on ordering pizza and watching a movie in order to whine down. I didn't even bother asking Britt what movie she wanted to watch because i knew the answer would be the Lion King. Yes i know what youre thinking, why does Santana Lopez have the Lion King and well the answer is that since i spent so many hours watching it with Brittany i started to secretly like it myself. When i moved in with Emily the first thing i got was that, and when ever i felt homesick it was always the first thing i would play, and plus its a classic and Timon and pumba are the shit.
About half way into the movie, i began to yawn and Brittany did as well. We stared at each other and without words managed to agree to lay down in the couch and finish watching the movie. She laid down first and i followed. I laid facing the TV and she slid an arm around my waist and i cuddled into her. all i kept repeating to myself was that it was a friendly cuddle, yeah she was my ex girlfriend but i always had cuddled with her way before anything so technically i wasn't doing anything wrong... right? Within minutes we were both sound asleep. I had managed to turn around in her embrace and instinctively nuzzle my face into her neck. I felt so relaxed breathing in Brittany's scent. She smelled like lavender and i couldnt help but smile in my sleep. She hugged me tighter as she slept and i let her. For a moment i let myself get lost in her embrace, god i had missed her. Even though it had been years since the last time she held me like this i couldnt help but feel my heart skip a beat. Just when i was about to relax and let myself go into her arms i felt my phone ring. I felt Britt stir so i pulled away and kissed her forehead, she exhaled and smiled contently in her slumber, i smiled back and untangled myself to reach my phone.
As i pulled it out, my heart clenched. I looked over to Britt one last time before turning around and walking into the kitchen so i wouldnt wake her. I slid my finger to the answer button and pressed the phone to my ear.
"hey babe"
