AN: Hello beautiful! I'm finally updating, yay! Once again, sorry this has taken so long. And, thanks to everyone for all of your reviews! (: As always, huge thanks to the ever lovely bleeds-orange for being the best frieta ever!
Just a little fangirling PS. MPEmax followed this and I squealed a lot. Where I'm Going is one of the best fics ever.
Once again, Santana is awoken "way too fucking early" by none other than Brittany. She's happy for the first few seconds, because who wouldn't love waking up to a gorgeous blonde lying beside them?
Then, Brittany reminds her, "Puck comes today! You gotta get up! He sent you a text saying he'd be here at one o'clock and it's already noon!"
"Mgrhnffffff," Santana mumbled in response.
"C'mon! Wakey, wakey Sanny Bear!"
"Five more minutes," Santana requests, turning away from Brittany's badgering.
"No, Santana! You need to get up now!"
Brittany rolls off of the bed and begins to yank the sheets off of a sleepy Santana.
"Seriously, Santana!" Brittany giggles, "I texted Puck back and told him that we'd make him lunch."
"Briiiitt," Santana groans, "Why would you do that?"
Santana attempts a cute, puppy dog pout similar to the one Brittany uses on her all the time, but knows that she's nowhere near as cute. Especially not this early in the morning, her hair is probably sticking up all funky, and don't even get her started on her face without makeup.
"To be nice! He's probably going to be tired and hungry after the drive! Now get up, and get ready!" Brittany continues to order Santana around.
After finally getting out of bed Santana grabs a change of clothes for the day and heads into her bathroom to take a quick shower. Meanwhile, Brittany is toying around in Santana's room looking at all of her pictures and tchotchkes.
"Brittany, don't touch that," Santana says upon her reentrance.
Brittany quickly puts down the black and white polka-dotted scrapbook she was just about to open titled "Santana and Kate."
"Sorry, I was just looking." Brittany apologizes.
"Just," Santana sighs heavily, "Don't look at that okay? I'll show it to you some other time."
"Alright," Brittany smiles at Santana, who is visibly uneasy now.
Santana heavily takes a seat in her desk chair and puts her head into her hands.
"San? I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you," Brittany shyly tells Santana, walking towards her.
"No, B. It's okay. You didn't do anything wrong, I just wasn't ready for you to find that yet," Santana shakes her head as she gazes up at Brittany.
"It's okay, Santana. Whenever you're ready I'm here," Brittany tells her, then she quietly repeats, "I'm always here."
"Promise?"
"Pinky promise."
Brittany crouches down and reaches out to Santana's lap where she was wringing her hands and links Santana's slim, tanned pinky finger with her own.
Their eyes lock, and Santana is now looking a lot calmer, which puts Brittany at ease. However, her heart is still racing faster than a racehorse, and she really, really wants to kiss Santana again.
She hasn't been very brave so far when it comes to her relationship with Santana, but she figures there's no better time than the present.
She gently reaches her hand out, and strokes Santana's right cheek with the back of her hand, before cupping her jaw lightly. She waits for a slight nod, and droop of Santana's eyelids before she leans in and seals the promise with a sweet, tender kiss.
Reluctantly, Brittany pulls back from the kiss, only to murmur a quiet, "You're so beautiful," to Santana before she brings their lips together once again.
After a couple minutes of light lip exercises, Brittany figures they'd better start making lunch, or else Puck will get here and nothing will be ready, so she tells Santana as much, and they make their way down the stairs and into Santana's kitchen.
"So, what are we making for lunch?" Santana questions.
"It's your house. And, Puck's your friend. You figure it out," Brittany playfully teases and pokes out her tongue. "I don't know how to cook either, remember?"
"Well, I told you I'd teach you didn't I?"
Santana opens the fridge and searches around a bit trying to find something they could make that would be quick and easy.
She pulls out some left over chicken from last night's dinner, along with butter, ranch and "taco sauce?"
"B, can you look in that cupboard right there and get the Panini bread?"
After retrieving the bread, Brittany just stares at Santana with a 'What now?' look. Santana gives her a smile and motions towards the poultry on the counter.
"Okay, so, you chop this chicken up, and I'll make the sauce and butter the bread."
"Right." Brittany responds with a determined nod. There's a beat of silence before she speaks again, "So, how do I cut it?"
With the way Brittany looks so cute and helpless all at one, Santana can't resist giving her a kiss on the cheek, then grabbing the knife she set out and showing Brittany how to cut the chicken into little chunks.
"Like this?" Brittany asks showing Santana her work and earning another cheek kiss in return.
"Perfect."
"I know you are."
Santana blushes at Brittany's smooth, yet ridiculously cheesy compliment and returns to mixing the taco sauce in with the ranch dressing.
"All done!" Brittany exclaims proudly.
"Good job, Britt-Britt. You're pretty good at this cooking stuff," Santana says while bumping her hip into Brittany's.
"Shut up."
Right as the girls are pulling the sandwiches from the Panini maker they hear the doorbell ring.
"Oh! I bet that's him!" Brittany says excitedly before running off to the door. When she gets into the living room, she slides across the floor in her socks, Risky Business style coming to a stop right in front of the door, she grabs the handle and swings it open revealing a muscular, tanned guy with a weird-looking Mohawk.
"You must be Ashley, Santana's told me all about you!" Puck says.
"What?" Brittany questions, confused.
"My bad, you're uh, Jenna. Yeah, blonde, long legs you've got to be Jenna. Sorry about that."
Right then, Santana walks up to the door, and sees the look on Brittany's face and knows Puck must have already done something wrong.
"San, who are Ashley and Jenna? I thought that…" Brittany trails off.
"Fuckerman! Seriously?"
"Hey, Brittany, I was just kidding!" Puck laughs, while jokingly tapping her shoulder.
Brittany only glares back at him in response, before crossing her arms over her chest.
"B, really, he was joking. I haven't even met anyone else remotely our age, and even if I did…I've already got you."
"Geeze, Lezpez. She really did turn you all soft and stuff."
"Fuck off, Puck." Santana rolls her eyes, before grabbing onto Brittany's forearms and pulling them off her chest.
"Find the kitchen, Puckerman," Santana says angrily after finally letting him in.
As soon as Puck is out of the room, she brings Brittany's arms around her waist, and places small kisses to the underside of her currently angry set jaw. Her kisses seem to work the trick, because soon Brittany's jaw is unclenching and she's looking down at Santana.
"He was joking, B."
"Yeah, but what if those other girls were real? I couldn't be mad because you aren't mine," she says sadly. "I don't want anyone else to have you."
"We could change that?" Santana suggests.
"How?"
Santana walks away from Brittany, and back into her living room where she grabs a yellow daisy from the flower arrangement on the coffee table before turning back to Brittany and holding the single flower out to her.
"Brittany S. Pierce, not to be confused with Britney Spears, will you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?"
"Saaaaan," Brittany whines out happily, her eyes filling with tears. "I'd love to."
"So, that's a yes?"
"Yes!" Brittany exclaims, picking Santana up and spinning her around.
Once she sets her down Santana's arms are around her neck, and her own arms are around Santana's waist. In all the movies, this is where they kiss; Brittany figures it must be a crime not to. So, she steals a passionate kiss from Santana's luscious lips.
"Can we be like, secret girlfriends though? Just for now," she whispers onto Santana's lips, after the kiss has ended.
"Why?"
"I just, I need a little time. For everyone to know, you know? My mom doesn't know that I like girls, and I um, I need a little while. Not long, I promise Santana."
"Pinky promise?"
Brittany smiles, and for the second time that day she links her and Santana's pinkies, then seals it with a kiss.
"Thank you, San."
The girls' walk back into the kitchen after Santana suggests that they should probably make sure Puck isn't eating all of the food.
Upon walking into the kitchen they find Puck sitting at the breakfast bar, with his cheeks stuffed and the plate that had all of the Panini's on it empty.
"Told you he would eat it all."
"Where have you ladies been? Putting in a quickie, eh?" Puck jokes through his full mouth.
Just as Santana is about to rudely tell Puckerman to shut the fuck up, Brittany speaks up.
"I'm sure that you would love to know, wouldn't you?"
"I like her already, Santana." Puck decides.
From inside of the fridge Santana yells back at Puck, "Too bad your opinion doesn't matter."
Puck's opinion really does matter to Santana. He's her best friend, and he knows her, her story, and all of her ins and outs better than anyone else. They've always had this teasing, insulting friendship, and for reasons not even they can understand, it works.
Through every move and every phase Santana's been through since she was 14, Puck's been there and he's helped her, listened to her, and understood her. His opinion of Brittany means so much to her. He's the best friend Santana's ever had, and Brittany is the best anything that Santana has ever had.
"So, Brittany, give me the rundown. Tell me everything about you and Santana's sex life."
"PUCK!" Santana shouts, pulling loud laughs from Puck.
"Just kidding. Tell me about you, anything exciting?"
"No, not really," Brittany says modestly.
"Brittany is a national surfing champion," Santana tells him proudly.
"No shit?" Puck said in disbelief. "It's almost too perfect."
"I know she is," Santana says, copying Brittany's earlier joke, while placing down another plate of Paninis that she had hidden in the fridge.
Brittany's face flushes almost as red as a rose. She walks up to Santana and gives her a kiss on the cheek, before grabbing a sandwich so she can busy herself and avoid the awkward conversation. Brittany's never been one for bragging or telling people about her successes; she really hates talking about her titles.
After Santana gives Puck the rundown of all of Brittany's achievements, with much input from Brittany about how Santana's won just as much, Puck begins to make a list out loud.
"So, she's hot, she's a surfer, she's hot, she's funny, she makes awesome sandwiches, she's super hot, and she tamed the infamous Lezpez? This girl is a winner, Tana."
Puck and Santana share a look that means everything to Santana. Santana can see that Puck really does like Brittany, which makes her life a whole lot easier. If Brittany can pass Puckerman's test, then she can pass any test in the book. Puck wouldn't approve of just anyone for Santana.
"So, Brittany, what's there to do here?" Puck probes.
"There's a fair that opens tonight! I forgot to tell you about it, San. We can go to it?" Brittany suggests enthusiastically.
"That would be fun," Santana agrees, mainly for the sake of Brittany. The last time she went to a fair she wasn't any taller than the munchkins from the Wizard of Oz. Fairs aren't really her thing. There's too many screaming kids and vomit for her likes; but she'll do anything for Brittany.
"Will there be hot girls?"
"Yeah, probably," Brittany tells Puck. To go the extra measure she adds, "Slutty ones too."
"It's a plan," Puck decides.
Hours later Santana finds herself surrounded by twinkling lights, obnoxious fair music, and an abundance of young children and icky old men. It hasn't gone unnoticed to her that Brittany is getting way more than her fair share of stares from said men.
She gets it, she really does. Brittany is hot. (Seriously hot.) It doesn't help that her long legs are on full display from her denim shorts that are much closer to blue jean underwear than a real article of clothing. And don't get her started on Brittany's abs, because those are on full display too, hot damn. But, if she has to shoot one more dirty glare to some 50 year old, hairy-chested man, or slap the back of Puck's head again, she just may have to drag Brittany into the nearest portable restroom and switch outfits with her.
She's not sure that Brittany even notices the effect she has on people. There are literally tons of other girls in outfits just like Brittany's, but people are literally stopping to watch her as she passes by- like, jaw on the ground, bug-eyed stares. But, Brittany doesn't even seem to notice. Every time Santana goes to give her spectators a little taste of Snixx, Brittany just looks at her like she's crazy before she tugs on her pinky and brings her off to the next booth.
"Oh, San! Look at that stuffie! I have to have it," Brittany gushes.
"Which one, B? There are literally a hundred."
"The dolphin! It's so cute!" Brittany exclaims.
"I'll see what I can do," Santana sighs while walking up to the booth and handing the vendor a five-dollar bill.
Brittany has wanted nearly every stuffed animal they'd seen that night. It got to a point where they had to make Puck go back to the car to drop off all of what they'd already won.
This fair sure knows what they're doing though. There are ATM machines that seem to be strategically placed around every booth, because every time Santana is out of money, she sees one. She isn't complaining though, what Brittany wants, Brittany gets.
On her third try at knocking down all of the "milk bottles" (Seriously? Who gets milk out of a glass bottle?), Brittany suddenly says, "Hey, did you know dolphins are just gay sharks?"
It's in that dreamy voice that makes Santana's knees wobble, but apparently it does the trick because this time she gets all 3 bottles down and the man's handing her the dolphin stuffed animal.
They walk away from the booth, and once they get a ways down the stall Brittany notices that Puck is missing but before she can even question where he went the two girls spy him coming out of a photo booth with some chick, and he's buttoning his pants back up with a goofy grin plastered on his face.
"Ladies," he starts, "this is definitely a good night."
"You're disgusting, Puck," Santana states.
"Are you sure you guys are gay? Because I'm totally down for a threesome."
"I'm not gay," Brittany says defensively, visibly tensing up.
"Even better," Puck jokes.
The look on Santana's face is far from joking though. It's not like they decided that they're girlfriends just a few hours ago or anything. Last time she checked, being in a relationship with someone of the same sex makes you at least a little bit gay.
But, whatever.
"I'm uh, I'm going to go use the restroom," Santana excuses herself. Before Brittany can even get a word out she dashes off in the direction she remembers last seeing a port-a-potty.
"So, Brittany, are you having fun with Santana?" Puck questions.
"Tonight? Yeah. She's really good at carnival games," Brittany answers.
"Can I ask you something?"
"As long as it's not sexual," Brittany quips playfully.
"What are you doing with Santana? I mean, what do you want from her?"
"I don't know what you mean," she replies innocently.
"Just, don't fuck with her, okay? I know Santana seems all tough and stuff, but she gets hurt easy," Puck reveals. "I like you, I think you're cool. I don't want to have to kick your ass for hurting her."
"I'm not going to hurt her, Puck," Brittany says defensively.
"You're not off to a very good start at that," he says, watching Santana walk back towards them trying to discreetly wipe her eyes. "San-tana," he drags out, as she gets closer to the group.
"How's it goin' mi amigo?" Puck throws his arm around Santana's shoulder, and she leans into the touch wrapping her own arm around his waist.
"Don't ever try to speak Spanish to me again," Santana says trying to sound intimidating; the fact that she's currently cuddled up into Puck is making her a lot less than that, though. "Do you want to go ride some stuff, B?"
"That sounds like a good idea, I might do that too," Puck says while ogling a passing girl.
"Gross," Brittany says. "Can we go on the Ferris wheel?"
"Yeah, B. Whatever you want."
After a pit stop along the way to buy them a cotton candy to share, the girls are standing in the long line for the ride.
"You know what I've always wanted to do?" Brittany says, thinking out loud. After hearing Santana's hummed response, she continues. "I always wanted to kiss someone on the top of a Ferris wheel like they do in the movies. Maybe you could do that with me?"
"I thought you weren't gay?" Santana says almost angrily.
"What?" Brittany asks now confused.
"You told Puck that you aren't gay," Santana answers.
"I don't know what I am, Santana," Brittany says in an exasperated tone. "Why does it matter? I like you, I know that and you know that."
"That's the point, Brittany. Aren't we…girlfriends," she whispers. "You said so yourself earlier."
"Yeah, San, of course we are."
"So why'd you get all defensive when Puck said that we're gay? "
"Why does it matter what I am, Santana? I don't even know, okay? You said you'd give me time!"
"I just don't want to be some experimental toy, Brittany. You can't just use me until you finally figure out that you're 'straight'!"
"I didn't say that I'm straight, San! I don't know, okay?" Brittany whisper yells.
"Whatever."
The girls stay silent for the next three minuets as they wait in line. Even when the guy waves for them to sit in the seat for the Ferris wheel, neither says a word. They just buckle themselves in silently and look of look off in separate ways.
"You're not an experiment, Santana," Brittany says quietly a few seconds after the ride has started.
If Santana wouldn't have been straining her ears waiting to hear something from the blonde she's sure that her whisper would have disappeared with the wind.
"Then what am I?"
"My girlfriend, who I want to have a good time with on our first day as an official couple," she explains simply.
"I can't just be your girlfriend whenever it's convenient to you," Santana says, the obvious hurt she's feeling still apparent in her tone.
"You'll be my girlfriend always, San. I just need a little while before I can tell my mom okay? You should know how that is. You had to come out to your parents. It's scary. I don't know what to do, Sanny," Brittany says sadly. "I'm just, I want to figure all of this out first, in my mind, you know? I do like you though Santana, so much, and I do want to be with you."
All of Santana's anger and all of her walls crumble at the use of her nickname, and they only further tumble down when she hears Brittany's light sobs and mewling from onside of her.
"No, no, no, don't cry, Britt," Santana says, scooting as close as possible to Brittany. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please don't cry B," she whispers soothingly into the crown of Brittany's head. "It's okay, you can have time. I get it, I do. I'm sorry I was just being insecure."
Brittany lifts her head and she allows Santana to thumb away her tears before she starts, "Don't apologize, Santana. You didn't do anything."
"I just don't want you to feel like you have to tell your mom because of me. I don't want to rush you or make you uncomfortable or anything. I want it to happen at your pace, when you're ready. I want it to be you," Santana tells her.
"I won't make you wait forever, I promise."
"Take as much time as you need, B."
Instead of answering her, Brittany nuzzles her face into the junction where Santana's neck and shoulder meet and lays a soft kiss on the skin. They ride together silently, cuddled into one another until they're nearly to the top, when Santana interrupts their quiet to tell Brittany to look around.
Brittany's eyes widen when she finally lifts her head from its warm resting place and looks around. From way up she can see the whole fair, with all of the twinkling lights, and all the booths set up that have children and parents playing trying to win prizes.
"I still want that kiss," she says once they're finally all the way to the top. She turns her head expecting to see Santana looking the opposite way at all of the sights like she just was, but instead Santana is looking right at her, with an awestricken look on her face.
"What?"
"You're gorgeous," Santana whispers before tilting her head in to capture Brittany's lips in a sweet kiss. She pulls back quickly, trying to respect Brittany's wishes to be secret, but she makes sure to litter Brittany's cheeks, eyelids, and her temple with a few kisses before she backs away completely.
After arriving back at the Lopez house, Santana shooed Puck away from the car so her and Brittany could have a little alone time before Brittany went back home.
"I had a really great time tonight, San," Brittany says honestly to Santana, once Puck is finally out of sight. "What?" she asks when she sees Santana trying to hide her giggles behind her hand.
Santana shakes her head, still giggling, "It wouldn't be a first date without the whole awkward 'I had a good time' conversation."
"Who said this was a date, Lopez?"
"I- uh, I just figured, you know, since we, um…" Santana stutters.
Brittany leans over across the console, and takes Santana's face into her hands, "You're cute," she says while giving her girlfriend an Eskimo kiss, then leaning in to kiss her lips. "It was a date."
Brittany's lips touch Santana's and her body jolts slightly, it's not as though she wasn't already aware of the fact that Santana has soft lips, but they're like, really soft, and it shocks her every time. She quickly loses herself in the feeling of her lips molded against Santana's. Santana tilts her head and presses further into Brittany, taking control. She sucks Brittany's smaller pink top lip between her own and runs her tongue lightly over the surface. Brittany gasps at the feeling, her hands framing Santana's face more securely as her heart hammers against her ribcage. Kissing Santana is easily becoming her favorite thing to do.
Santana finally pulls out of the kiss, and mumbles "It's getting' a little steamy in here," while throwing a wink Brittany's way.
"You're such a dork," Brittany playfully jokes.
"Your dork," Santana cutely replies.
"My dork," Brittany answers, leaning back in for a few quick pecks.
"You should probably go home now, huh?" Santana asks.
Brittany pouts, and looks over at her house. "Yeah, my mom is probably wondering where I am," she says disappointedly.
"Wait here," Santana tells her.
Brittany watches as Santana turns the car off, and opens her own door before running around the front of the car to open the door for her.
"M'lady," Santana greets as she opens the car door.
"Why thank you," Brittany says playing along, then plants another kiss onto Santana's plump lips. "Goodnight, gorgeous," she mumbles against Santana's lips.
"Night, beautiful," Santana says, leaving one last gentle kiss to Brittany's lips.
She watches Brittany walk to her house, and doesn't begin the short walk to her own door until she sees Brittany give her a shy wave from her doorway, then blow her a kiss, which Santana pretends to catch and put into her pocket.
So, that's the chapter. Leave a review and let me know what you think!
Oh, and the taco sauce/ranch mix the girls made is really good. Just mix taco bell's mild sauce with ranch and you'll literally have a foodgasm.
xx-M
