For the first time in a very long time, Santana was actually relaxed. There were no cameras flashing in her face, no fans screaming her name, and no Joe telling her what to do or when to to do it. She felt Brittany's steady breathing in time with her own. Brittany made her feel safe and comfortable.
Santana heard the knocking at the door but refused to open her eyes. She didn't want to move. She just wanted to sleep.
"Santana! Open the door, it's time for hair and make-up" Joe said called through the door, "And I have a very large coffee in my hand with your name on it!".
Santana groaned as she stretched. Brittany felt Santana moving but only tightened her arms around the girl and lazily buried her face in the crook of Santana's neck. Santana began dozing off again as the knocking died down and she rested her head against Brittany's. Santana leaned down and placed a small, gentle kiss to Brittany's forehead. Brittany smiled and nuzzled closer to Santana.
Then reality set in. The door of the dressing room opened and Joe came strolling inside, along with a team of hair and make-up artists. "Wake up Sanny!" Joe said as he walked over to the couch, "Brittany, thank you for baby sitting but it's showtime! Let's move ladies!".
"How the hell did you even get in here? I thought the door was locked" Santana said grumpily as she rubbed her eyes. Brittany sat up and reluctantly pulled herself away from Santana.
"The janitor let me in" Joe said smiling as he handed Santana the large cup of coffee, "Now drink up, we don't want you face planting on the stage again!"
Santana felt a chill as became aware of Brittany's sudden absence. Santana sat up quickly and looked around the room for her. Brittany was already half way to the door as the team of make-up artists surrounded Santana. Each of them were pulling her in a different direction and shouting instructions to her. The calmness and ease that she felt just minutes before was now gone. It had been replaced with stress and coldness. Santana forced herself to pull her eyes away from Brittany and allowed herself to be pulled up from the couch and guided towards the make-up chair across the room. Hands were everywhere tugging at her hair and poking her face.
Brittany stopped at the door and looked back at Santana, who was already being pulled over to the make up chair. It had happened again, Santana just kissed her. It wasn't like the kiss they shared on stage, or even the one back at the hotel. This one was...Brittany didn't know what to call it. She glanced back Santana one last time who was now sipping on her coffee while some guy began curling her hair, and then made her way down the hallway to get ready. She had to focus on dancing and performing, she couldn't think about Santana right now.
Santana felt Brittany's arm wrap around her lower back and forcefully pull her so that their bodies were pressed together. The crowd cheered as they looked on and sang along. For some reason, the close proximity to Santana suddenly made Brittany nervous. She could feel Santana's heavy breathing on her face and felt each rise and fall of her chest.
On my waist, through my hair
Think about it when you touch me there
Close my eyes, here you are
All alone, dancing in the dark
Santana's body felt like it was on fire once again. It took everything in her to continue singing the lyrics as she felt Brittany's hands everywhere.
Tell me baby if it's wrong
To let my hands do what they want
Late at night I pretend we are
Dance-Dance-dancing in the dark.
Suddenly a chair appeared behind Brittany and Santana shoved her back into the chair and straddled the blonde as the song continued. Up until now the dance had been rather tame but now it was time to amp it up. Santana went into the chorus one last time.
One my waist, through my hair
Think about when you touch me there
Santana pulled the loose pony tail from Brittany's hair, letting her blonde hair fall around her shoulders and immediately gripped it tightly and pulled her head back, exposing her neck. Santana moved close to Brittany's neck and quickly ran her tongue from the girl's collar bone up to her chin, sending the crowd into another frenzy of cheers.
Close my eyes, here you are
All alone dancing in the dark
Tell me baby if it's wrong
To let my hands do what they want
Late at night I pretend we are
All alone, dancing in the dark
Brittany had been focused on the dancing until now. Now, the only thing that she could think about was kissing Santana. Before Santana could react, Brittany placed her hands on either side of Santana's face and crashed their lips together. Santana's hands instantly tangled themselves into Brittany's hair and she struggled to pull herself even closer to Brittany as the lights went out.
Brittany couldn't stop. She knew they only had ten seconds but she couldn't stop. She wanted more of Santana. Brittany moved her hands from Santana's face and wrapped them around Santana's waist pulling her even closer.
"Stop" Santana whispered. Brittany felt the warmth of the bright spotlights on her and suddenly Santana was gone. Brittany sat there, blinking a few times before she realized that Santana was standing a few feet away and cheerfully talking to the crowd.
"Give it one last time for my amazing dance crew and Band!" Santana said as she turned and faced the bad and the dancers who were all lined up across the stage. Santana couldn't catch her breathe. She tried her best to act normal but what just happened between her and Brittany was not normal. It scared the hell out of her and for Santana Lopez, that was saying something. Her eyes immediately fell to Brittany who was still sitting in the chair, her chest quickly moving up and down. "Britt!" Kurt yelled as he hit her shoulder and pulled her up from the chair. Everyone took a bow as the audience cheered.
"Goodnight everyone! You've been a great crowd! I love you all and I will see you next time!" Santana said as she walked around the stage one last time while everyone else ran off of the stage.
Brittany followed the rest of the dancers off of the stage. She was still breathing heavily when felt a hand grab onto her wrist and begin to pull her down the hallway backstage towards the dressing rooms. Brittany recognized the dark hair and tan skin of the girl leading her. Santana opened the door to her dressing room and quickly pulled Brittany inside, slamming the door and locking it behind them.
"San.."Brittany was cut off when Santana pushed her against the door and kissed her. Brittany didn't hesitate to kiss back. Just like that, within a matter of seconds, Brittany had lost what little control she had recently gained. Santana's hands gripped tightly onto Brittany's hips as she pressed her against the door, deepening the kiss. Her finger nails dug lightly at Brittany's exposed skin.
Brittany hands found their way around Santana's shoulders and into her dark hair. Santana had lost all control of herself. She couldn't stop herself from from kissing Brittany. The fact that she had managed to do it on stage was a miracle in itself. The feeling of wanting Brittany closer had taken full control and there was nothing that Santana could do to stop it now. Santana's hands found there way under Brittany's top and began running back and forth over her stomach. Brittany traced over Santana's bottom lip with her tongue. Santana was more than willing to oblige Brittany's request for more and deepened the kiss even more.
"Santana let's move it!" Joe called from the other side of the door as he knocked, "Your bag should have been packed already!".
Santana pulled away just far enough so that the kiss was broken. Brittany pressed her forehead against Santana's, both of them breathing heavily. Brittany ran her hands down Santana's arms and laced their fingers together. She needed to feel connected to Santana in some way. Santana opened her eyes for the first time since entering the room and met Brittany's light blue eyes. Santana opened her mouth to speak but nothing would come out. Brittany let go of one of Santana's hands and placed it on Santana's cheek.
"I thought we agreed not to do this" Brittany whispered as she stroked Santana's cheek with her thumb.
Santana only nodded, looking down at their intertwined hands. They just fit so perfectly together. Santana swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly going dry.
"I can't do that" Santana said, her voice shaking, "I can't stay away from you".
Brittany felt Santana's hand shaking and she tightened her grip on the singer's hand.
"I don't know what the hell this is and it scares me" Santana said as looked back up to meet Brittany's gaze, "You scare me".
Three more loud knocks came form the other side of the door. "Santana let's go or you will not be able to get to your car!" Joe yelled, "Move it!"
Santana tore her hand away from Brittany's grip and grabbed her backpack that was sitting on the floor beside them. She slung it over her shoulder and reached behind Brittany for the door knob. Brittany put her hand over Santana's and stopped her from opening the door.
"Don't leave" Brittany said, staring at Santana. Santana avoided looking at Brittany. If she did, she knew that she wouldn't be able to leave.
"I have to go" Santana said as she twisted the door knob and opened the door, careful not to reveal Brittany to everyone in the hallway.
Brittany just stood there and listened as Santana disappeared down the hall. Her head was spinning. She tried to catch her breath and wrap her mind around what had just happened. She had no idea where to even begin.
Santana stepped outside of the back door of the arena and was instantly met with cameras in her face. People were yelling her name in every direction, everyone trying to get her attention for even a second. Joe and her body guards ushered her through the crowd until she was safe in the backseat of her car.
"What the fuck was that?" Santana said aloud to herself as the car began moving.
"Ma'am?" said the driver, glancing back at Santana in the rear view mirror.
"Sorry, just thinking out loud" Santana said shaking her head at the driver. Santana stared out of the window lost inside of her own head. Fans were screaming and waving as she drove by but she couldn't even bring herself to wave to back. All she could think about was Brittany. Santana immediately felt her stomach as she replayed what had just happened over in her head. The thought of not being in control of her own body scared her. No one had ever had this effect on her, no one. Why was Brittany so different? Why was Santana just drawn to her? The car pulled out of the parking lot of the arena and started down the road, making it's way to the airport, where Santana's plane was waiting to take everyone to the next stop on the tour, Paris, France.