To Stealingmyheart: Here's some more drama/angst for you. Hope you like :)
I wrote this entire chapter around commercial breaks from the Baltimore Ravens and Pittsburgh Steelers football game. I'm feeling accomplished as of late. I got my TV mounted up on the wall, therefore clearing off the top of my dresser, I'm planning on moving in about two months, I'm caught up on bills, I'm getting a PS3 soon. All kinds of good things for me lately. Not like any of you really care, just needed to tell someone about it. :D
Hope you all enjoy this chapter, this is part one of the party, not sure how many parts it will actually turn out to be, we'll see what happens.
I Got You Babe
Chapter 9
Santana was the first to awake in the morning. Thankfully her head wasn't pounding like she thought it would after drinking last night. She vaguely remembered the two kisses she shared with the blonde the previous evening. What she did remember though, was the first one was just a dare. Yet, the one near the pool on the patio, was real. It wasn't encouraged by some stupid dare from Rowan.
Santana untangled herself from Brittany's grasp on the bed they had all fallen asleep on, grabbed her duffel bag and made her way into the neighboring bathroom for a shower.
She pushed me against the wall of the pool. It was nearing midnight, both of my parents had been asleep for hours and Rowan left in a huff after I told her I didn't love her.
"S…" was all I could get out in a breathy whimper when I felt her hand slide under my bathing suit bottom. Her lips latched harshly onto my neck when she plunged two fingers deep inside. "Oh god!"
She silenced my impending scream with a searing kiss. It wouldn't take long to reach my peak, especially with her moving her hands just like that. "Come for me Britt."
Her whisper; that hot breath against my ear was all it took.
Brittany's eyes shot open when she reached her orgasm in her dream. She ran her hand over her face angrily. She rarely had hot and steamy dreams. But, whenever she did, she never got to bask in the afterglow of sex. She climbed out of bed, pulled her hair into a loose ponytail, grabbed a change of clothes and went toward the bathroom. She hadn't been awake enough to notice Santana was missing from the bed. Until she opened the bathroom door and saw Santana quickly attempt to cover herself up that is.
The blonde's eyes widened, she was too shocked to turn away or to even say anything. Santana was the first to speak after she pulled a towel to cover herself completely. "Either get in here and join me, or leave blondie." She turned her back to Brittany, allowing the blonde to see the flawless skin of her back and her perfectly rounded behind. She took a few deep breaths to calm her nerves. She couldn't really believe she had just said that to the blonde. As much as she wished for her to join her, she wasn't sure if she was ready. She wasn't even sure if it was Brittany kissing her last night, or the alcohol driving her to kiss her.
"I…I'm sorry." She blushed deeply before hurrying out of the bathroom and back to her bedroom. She'd shower later. But seeing the object of her wet dream, naked in person, didn't help the throb between her legs any. It was definitely something she'd have to take care of in the shower once Santana was done. The thought crossed her mind to join the Latina in the shower. Then she remembered her parents just downstairs who could come to find her at any moment.
"San, can you help me with this, it's heavy." Brittany yelled from the kitchen as she tried to lift the cooler off the floor.
The doorbell rang.
"I'll get that for you sweetheart, go get the door." Stan swatted his daughter's hands away from the cooler before easily hoisting it up and taking it out to the patio to load it with bottles of water and various sodas for everybody.
Brittany stopped for a moment to speak to Santana. "You should go get changed. I'll be up shortly to do the same." She smiled at her as she watched her climb the staircase, most likely going to the blonde's bedroom to change into her bathing suit. Brittany couldn't help but wonder what kind of skimpy little bikini the brunette would wear. She smirked at her own thoughts before opening the door and smiling even more. "Quinn! You came." She stepped aside to allow the cheerleader into her house.
"Brittany, this is my cousin Chris, Chris, this is Brittany."
The taller, older man smiled down at Brittany, took her hand and kissed the back of it. "It's nice to meet you."
Brittany pulled her hand away quickly before looking back at Quinn. "Santana's upstairs getting changed, come on, I want you to meet Rowan." She led the other blonde through the house and out to the patio, completely forgoing her parents in the process, and forgetting about Chris who still stood near the door, a smirk on his face.
Once he was sure the pair of blondes was out of his line of sight he hurried up the steps. One mission in mind. See Santana. He stopped at the first door on his right, opening it to find a bathroom. He tried the next one, this one on the left, to find an office. His third choice was the winner. "Britt, I'll be down in a minute." Santana's back was to the door, she was oblivious to the man in the doorway.
He stood there for a moment admiring the bare skin of Santana's back and the smooth caramel skin of her legs. The only thing she had on was a red bikini bottom. "Looks like you were waiting for me." He shut the door behind him and flipped the lock to keep people out.
She froze at the words. A voice she'd never forget no matter how many years she went without hearing it. Before she had a chance to reach for the closest t-shirt which happened to be one of Brittany's many duck shirts, he grabbed her hand and spun her around to face him. "Get off of me Chris!" She ripped her hand from his grasp and stared him down. "I'm not the same stupid girl I was two years ago."
"Shut up Santana, you haven't changed any and you know it. The only thing that's different is that you need a little more persuasion." He grabbed her shoulders and slammed her down onto the bed. She instantly tried to sit up and scoot away from him. An open hand slapping across her face caused her to falter a bit.
"Help!" She screamed, only to be greeted with another hand.
"Dad?" Brittany called for her dad before running into the house, having heard the scream from upstairs. "Dad, something's wrong with Santana!" Another scream echoed through the house. Stanley pushed her out of the way when they reached Brittany's door and slammed his shoulder against it to force it open when he realized it was locked.
Brittany's felt her heart slowly start to break when she heard Santana on the other side of the door sobbing painfully and begging whoever it was that was in there with her to stop. "Hurry up daddy." The blonde glanced over her shoulder when she heard Rowan talking frantically to someone on a cell phone. From what she could hear, the raven haired girl had called the police.
Everything was a blur when Stan forced the door open. He grabbed Chris by the shoulder and slammed him hard to the floor. "What the fuck is wrong with you boy?" The older man pinned Chris to the floor easily, being nearly twice his size.
Brittany jumped onto her bed and pulled Santana close as she continued sobbing. "Shh, I'm here San." She reached for the same shirt Santana had tried to put on earlier and draped it over the topless Latina in her arms.
Her lower lip was bleeding and her eye felt puffy and partially swollen shut. She kept her eyes closed and gripped the blonde's tank top. She heard all the commotion around them, but the only person that mattered at that moment was the only one who really cared from the moment she arrived. Brittany.
I did say in the outline "when tragedy strikes," didn't I? :) Oh yes, I'm evil I know. Tune in for the next chapter to see How Santana actually reacts when emotions have worn down.
