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Chapter 10:
Can I stay with you tonight?
The words hung in the air and Santana swallowed hard. Her heart began to race. She wanted that, so badly. She wanted to take her home and hold her in her arms and never let her go. She wanted Brittany. But was that okay? She couldn't get enough of flirting with Brittany, and kissing her and it didn't really matter so much anymore that she was a girl, but Santana knew she was starting to feel something for the blonde – something more than just the arousal that was still pounding in her body – and that scared her.
A lot.
"Santana?" Her voice was so soft and so caring. Brittany's eyes were searching her own, looking for something, answers maybe. Answers as to why Santana was suddenly breathing so quickly and why her heart felt like it could burst out of her chest.
"Brittany I… I don't know if I can… or if I should…" Santana stammered, trailing off with a sigh and looking down at the ground. Brittany lifted one of her hands from Santana's and placed it gently on the Latina's cheek.
"Hey." She said in possibly the gentlest and sweetest way Santana had ever heard. She lifted her gaze from the ground and back up to meet blue eyes looking at her with so much affection. Santana whispered a small hi back and felt her breathing start to slow down as Brittany stroked the backs of her fingers across her cheek with the most soothing of touches. "Santana, baby, it's okay. I don't want you to feel… I know you're scared. We don't have to do anything, I just want to be with you. I don't want to leave you yet. Is that okay?" She asked, her other hand lifting Santana's up to her lips and placing a soft kiss to her palm. Santana nodded slowly, because that's exactly what she wanted too. She didn't want Brittany to leave her yet, she didn't think she ever wanted Brittany to leave her. Sure, she was scared, and confused as to what that meant, but the way the blonde was now looking at her, the way she was soothing and calming her with her touch, made all of that fear sort of drift away for now.
Brittany captured Santana's lips in another soft kiss and she felt her concerns and her doubts melt away even further. This was Brittany. It was okay. "Okay." Santana voiced her thoughts as she broke the kiss and Brittany smiled back at her.
"Okay?" She replied, her voice light and hopeful, her smile spreading wider.
"Okay." She affirmed, squeezing Brittany's hand in her own. Suddenly her brow furrowed in concern. "What about the others though?" Brittany's frown matched her own and her nose scrunched up in confusion, which Santana thought was adorable and couldn't help but peck a quick kiss to it. The blonde giggled. Again, adorable.
"It'll be fine. We'll just tell them I don't want to walk all the way home so I'm gonna stay at yours." She smiled sweetly before leading Santana back towards the door. The brunette hesitated though. She could already tell her friends were a little suspicious of something – after all, they all knew at least little about Santana's tendencies – but the thought of them finding out about this was terrifying for her. It would be… well, let's just not go there. They couldn't know about whatever this was, she wasn't ready for that.
"You'll make it sound casual?" Santana asked in a tiny voice when Brittany turned around to see why she had paused.
"I can totally do casual." The blonde grinned and squeezed her hand, pulling her gently through the door and back into the crowded bar. It was a bit of a shock when they were immediately hit with the pounding bass of the music and the heat from the crowd of sweaty bodies on the dance floor. Santana had kind of forgotten there was a whole world going on away from their little secluded alleyway. She'd been lost in her Brittany bubble again, and didn't really like the loudness and the craziness she was now returning to, so gripped onto Brittany's hand tighter.
They got back to the booth to find Kurt and Rachel, but no Quinn. She slipped her hand from Brittany's and let it fall to her side as the others noticed them and smiled. Rachel, clearly a little merry, leapt up and flung her arms around her two friends. Classic drunk Berry.
"Guys! I missed yoouuu!" She cried, beaming at them and wobbling slightly before returning to her seat.
"Wish we could say the same, Berry." Santana replied with a chuckle from where she and Brittany were still stood.
"Where did you two disappear off to?" Kurt piped up, his eyes narrowing on the two girls.
"Oh, uh… Britts and I just went to get some fresh air. It's like a fucking sauna in this joint." She answered, trying her best to sound light and breezy and totally normal.
"Yeah, we just came to tell you guys that we're going to head off. I'm not feeling too well, so." Brittany explained, lifting a hand to her stomach for effect. Nice touch. "Where's Quinn? I need to tell her I'm going back with Santana."
"Yeah, we don't have money for a cab and I didn't think Britt should walk home by herself so I said she could crash at ours." Santana added, mentally giving herself a pat on the back because she was totally sounding casual.
"Of course youus can!" Rachel slurred, smiling widely at her friends. "And Quinn tolldd us to tell you… that… Quinn said that, wait, what was again it Kurt?" She giggled and turned to Kurt opposite her. He laughed and shook his head and his drunk friend.
"Quinn said to say that she's gone home. Something about an assignment or something. Anyway she's really sorry." He said off before taking another sip of his extremely girly looking cocktail. Perfect, no need to deal with Quinn. She glanced to Brittany who smiled back at her and they said their goodbyes.
…
"You have such a cool place!" Brittany squealed, her eyes wide with excitement as she entered the apartment behind Santana.
"Glad you like it." Her friend smiled and chucked her keys on the coffee table. "Want some tea or-"
"Hot chocolate!" Brittany practically yelled, before smiling shyly. "S-sorry, I just really like hot chocolate. With marshmallows. And rainbow sprinkles." Santana couldn't help but chuckle at how adorable the blonde was.
"It's okay, Britt-Britt. I loves me a bit of cocoa too. I'll go heavy on the sprinkles." She added with a wink and made her way over to the kitchen area. Brittany scanned her eyes around the room, taking in the large, open-plan apartment. Santana had to admit, she loved it here. They'd got it cheap, and it hadn't been much when they'd moved in two years ago, but her, Rachel and Kurt had definitely made it their own. The wooden floorboards and high ceilings gave it a cool, kind of rustic feel and various posters were hung on the walls - mostly cool band pictures, a few artsy shots and of course a few hideous Broadway monstrosities that Santana had been outnumbered on. Over by the TV, a couple of comfy looking couches were arranged around a coffee table, and a large pool table sat in the corner, a moving-in present from Santana's Abuela.
"I LOVE pool!" Brittany squealed again as Santana returned with two mugs of cocoa. "We should totally play sometime."
"Okay, Britt, but Imma have to warn you, Aunty Tana's like a freaking genius at pool. I would totally go pro if you didn't have to wear those ugly ass waistcoat things." Santana grinned at a giggling Brittany before handing her a mug.
"Oh bring it on, baby. I may look dumb but I sure as hell know to work those balls."
"Wanky." Santana replied with an eyebrow wiggle at the blushing blonde. "So you want the grand tour of casa di Lopez or what?" Brittany nodded as she popped one of the mini marshmallows into her mouth. Still so cute. She took Brittany's hand and led her out of the living area and into the corridor, pointing out the bathroom as she went. "…And through there's Grandma Berry's room, you won't wanna see that, it's full to the brim with god awful fluffy pillows and cuddly toys. Not to mention a full on shrine to Barbara Streisand – it's pretty intense." She twirled her finger by her head to motion the sign for crazy and continued down the door. "Then that's Lady Hummel's room. Again, we definitely don't wanna go in, fuck knows what kind of twisted boy on boy loving goes on in there. And…" She said, reaching the end of the corridor. "Welcome to dormitorio di Santana. By far the best room in the house." She grinned at Brittany before turning the handle and pushing open the door.
"So, this is where the magic happens huh?" Brittany asked with a wink, looking around her. Two walls were painted a deep red, while the others were left white. Cool album covers and various photos decorated them, and her large double bed was pushed up against the far wall, a leopard print blanket tossed over it.
"You know it. Can't have a fine ass like mine and not have any magic happen. It's pretty exhausting being this hot all the time." She joked, smirking at her friend before sitting down on the bed. She patted the space next to her and Brittany immediately joined her, taking a large gulp of her hot chocolate. "You should feel honoured, Britt. I never let any of my friends in my room. Not even Quinn. And the one time Berry tried to come in… well, let's just say it wasn't pretty."
"I feel extremely honoured, Santana." She grinned and placed the sweetest of kisses on the Latina's cheek. Santana didn't know that she was able to swoon, or really what the hell swooning even was, but she was pretty sure that's exactly what she was doing right now. Her smile was so wide she thought seriously about the possibility of her cheeks splitting, and she couldn't help but stare back into those eyes adoringly. She couldn't really imagine anywhere else she'd rather be right now, a thought that would normally make her cringe seeing as it was a Saturday night, barely 11.30 and she was at home drinking hot chocolate. But really, it was kind of perfect. "Let's play a game!" Brittany squealed, bouncing up and down excitedly.
"Ooh, okay." Santana twisted round to face her friend, a little excited. "What kind of game are we talking about Miss Pierce?"
"A question game." Santana's eyes narrowed at the blonde. "Come on, it'll be fun!" Brittany sang, tugging at Santana's sleeve. "We used to know, like, literally every single tiny thing about each other when we were younger and so now we have a lot of catching up to do. Remember those sleepovers we used to have where we'd stay up late and tell stories and secrets?" Santana nodded and her insides warmed at the memory.
"Okay, Britt-Britt I'm in." She affirmed, grinning at the blonde and shuffling so she was sitting crossed-legged on the bed. Brittany copied her position after setting her empty mug down on the floor. Santana eyed her curiously. "You've seriously finished your cocoa already? Britt, that literally took you about two seconds." The blonde pouted adorably.
"What? I told you I really like hot chocolate. And you make an extra specially yummy one so..." Santana chuckled and shook her head. "Anyway, stop trying to delay the questions. Favourite colour – go." Brittany said, her expression becoming one of all serious and Santana couldn't help but giggle again.
"Britt, that's like the lamest question ever! I thought these were gonna be, you know, wanky questions." She wiggled her eye brows and the blonde pushed her playfully.
"My game, my rules. Besides, we have to start of slow. We'll get to the wanky questions later." She winked and Santana's stomach clenched. She was still feeling kind of aroused from their little escapade in the alleyway. "Now, go. Favourite colour. These are meant to be quick fire questions."
"Okay, okay. Red." Brittany looked up at her walls and rolled her eyes at the obvious answer. "My turn." Santana continued, taking a sip of her hot chocolate. "Favourite animal."
"Easy. Ducks. They're super cute." Santana smiled and her heart melted just a little. If anyone else said that she would definitely think it was lame, but this girl was just so goddam cute. "Favourite movie?"
"Mean girls." The Latina answered quickly. "Regina George is totally my idol. You'd think that girl lived in Lima Heights what with all those perfectly executed insults of hers." Brittany laughed. "Okay, um… Favourite food?"
"Ice cream! No, wait- milkshakes. Wait, wait, no- the shrimp they do at Breadstix!" The blonde shrieked. "Remember how we used to go there like basically every day back in Lima?" Brittany's smile was now of epic proportions and she was bouncing on the bed like an excited little kid.
"Yes! Oh my god I love that place. Those breadsticks are like the freaking best things ever. Jesus, I haven't thought about that in forever." She sighed and the two smiled at each other, remembering the fun they used to have there. "Okay. Favourite ice cream flavour. Go!"
"Chocolate! I mean, vanilla. No um… rocky road! Wait! Ahh-" Santana giggled and prodded the blonde playfully the ribs.
"Brittanyyy, this is supposed to be quick fire, remember?"
The two continued like this for ages, firing off questions and laughing at each other's silly answers. They'd had enough to drink that their spirits were high and they kept giggling hysterically, but they weren't drunk, just a little merry.
"First person you had sex with." Brittany suddenly said, a good 20 minutes or so into their game, a little to Santana's surprise.
"Oh. So now we're getting to the wanky ones huh?" She said with a smirk and Brittany blushed a little. "Okay, urgh, Puck. Gross, not my finest moment. You?"
"Puck, really?" Brittany asked eyes wide and letting out a little giggle. "He's hot if you like the whole mo-hawk thing I guess. Uh, this guy Freddie Wilson. Totally cute, in the football team. I was only 15 though, I kinda regret not waiting for someone a little more special you know?" She said quietly, dropping her gaze to her hands sitting in her lap.
"Aw, Britt-Britt. Such a romantic." Santana teased, reaching over and squeezing one of her hands in her own. "Okay, let me think… First time you kissed a girl." Santana's hand stayed holding the blonde's as she waited for her answer. She was really interested. She felt like she wanted to know everything about this girl.
"Um, my friend Stacey in a game of spin the bottle. We both were pretty drunk and we got a little bit too into it. Everyone just gawped at us while we made out for like 2 whole minutes. It was kinda awkward." Brittany said with a blush and a little giggle. Santana giggled too. "Don't laugh, it was really embarrassing! Okay, my turn. Hmm… First time you, you know, with a girl." The Latina froze a little and darted her eyes up to look at the blonde.
"What?"
"You know. Had sex. Did the nasty. Bumped uglies?" Brittany chuckled, prodding Santana on the shoulder.
"Oh um…" She pulled her hand away from Brittany's and started fiddling with the blanket beneath them.
"Santana? It's okay, you don't have to answer."
"No, Britt. It's fine. I just… I never really talk about this, you know? I mean sure, Puck, being the delightful human being that he is, always teases and gives me banter about it and it's no big deal. But, I don't know… I've always kind of brushed it off as not meaning anything." She sighed. "I totally freaked out the first time, you know, it happened." She glanced up shyly at Brittany who was staring back at her with that adorably loving look again.
"I completely understand, Santana. You can tell me anything though, you know that, right? If you wanna talk about it, it might help to tell someone." She said softly, taking the Latina's hand in both of her own and squeezing tight.
"There's nothing much to tell I guess. I was wasted and it was at a club. I mean, sure, she was totally hot." She gave a tiny smile to the blonde before continuing. "But it freaked me out so much. I'd kissed girls and stuff before, but that was easier just to shrug off as something innocent and normal. But anyway, I totally panicked and bailed the hell outta there straight after." Santana grimaced at the memory. She'd slept with loads of girls since then but she'd always been drunk and brushed it aside as nothing, experimenting or whatever. "I just… I've never let myself feel anything for a girl. Like really feel something. Fuck, I've never really let myself feel anything for anyone. Not until…" She trailed off and looked down at her hands intertwined with Brittany's in her lap.
"Until now?" Brittany continued for her, lifting Santana's gaze up to meet her own. She nodded slowly, her heart beginning to race again. She found it so difficult talking about this stuff. It was terrifying in fact. "Santana," Brittany whispered, squeezing her hand tight and shuffling a little closer. "I feel something for you too. In fact, I feel kinda a whole lot for you. And I know it's confusing and I know it's scary but it doesn't have to be. It can just be-" But before she could finish Santana had closed the distance between them and claimed Brittany's lips in her own. She had needed to hear those words. She hadn't realised quite how much until now, but all she could think about was kissing her. She wanted to feel her lips against her own once more, to feel close to her, to feel safe.
Brittany moaned into her mouth as the Latina's hand grasped the back of her neck. Their tongues found each other's and Santana felt the arousal tugging at her stomach once again. Santana pushed Brittany down so she was lying flat against the bed and straddled her waist. She looked into those blue eyes, darkened with lust as they had been before and leaned in again to take her lips in her own. Her hands moved to sit on the mattress either side of the blonde's head and she felt Brittany's grasp her waist. Brittany pulled her down on top of her so their bodies were flush against each other and fuck, that felt incredible. Santana moaned in pleasure as Brittany's hips bucked up into her own and she felt her heat throbbing between her legs. Once again she couldn't think straight. She felt light but everything felt really heavy at the same time. She couldn't suppress the whimper she let out as Brittany's hands gripped onto her ass, pulling the Latina closer against her and holy fuck. The blonde's hips bucked against her once more and their centres pressed hard together. Fuck.
"Britt-" She gasped, arousal taking over her body, and moved to place hard kisses along Brittany's neck.
"Santana." She moaned as the Latina dragged her tongue over her throat and down between her breasts. Suddenly Santana froze. She looked up at Brittany, who was panting, her breathing quick and her chest heaving up and down. Oh my god she looked so beautiful right now. Something like guilt rushed over Santana as hooded blue eyes lifted to meet her own. She'd done this before, a thousand times. She'd let her arousal and her desire take over before and she'd had sex with girls and refused for it to mean anything beyond her own satisfaction. But this was different. This was Brittany. And she couldn't do this, not now, not when they'd been drinking and not when so many things were left unsaid. The strangest thing for Santana, was that this time she wanted it to be different. She wanted Brittany to know how she felt about her, hell she wanted to know herself how she felt. She was good at sex, she knew that, but she wasn't good at the rest of it. And she wanted it to be right.
"Britt, I…" She breathed, still panting heavily. Santana sat up, her legs still straddling the blonde and looked down at her, trying her best to ignore the arousal burning through her body. "I want this to be… special." She said, searching the blue eyes in front of her and watching as they crinkled along with her grin.
"Y-yeah?" Brittany asked through her smile, her breathing still heavy too.
"Yeah, I…" Brittany sat up too and Santana let her arms rest around the blonde's neck. "I don't want this to be like… like all the other times. This is different. I- I want this to be different. It needs to be." She explained as best she could, unable to stop the matching smile now forming at her lips.
"I want that too, Santana." Brittany replied softly, sliding her arms around the Latina's waist who was still sitting in her lap. "So much." She placed a soft kiss on Santana's lips and felt the Latina smile into her.
"Do you have any idea how much will power that just took from me?" Santana asked with a chuckle as they flopped down onto the pillows and snuggled into each other. "Like, I deserve a freaking medal or something. You look so fucking beautiful right now, Britt." She smiled as she wrapped her arms around her friend's waist. Brittany giggled adorably.
"So do you, Santana. I haven't been able to take my eyes of you all night." The blonde smiled back, leaning in and kissing Santana again. They both sighed contently and Brittany placed her arm around the Latina's back, pulling her closer. "This kind of reminds me of our sleepovers when we were little. You know, minus the kissing part." She giggled again as Santana nuzzled into her neck.
"Does that mean we can tell secrets?" Santana asked in a shy voice.
"Of course!" She replied, pressing her lips to Santana's forehead. "The night is still young my friend. You go first."
"Okay." Santana said with a grin, pulling back slightly and resting her hand on her hand. "I… I really like this, Britt. I think we've got a good thing going on here. And… I haven't felt really good about something in a long time." She said in a tiny voice, smiling shyly up at the blonde, who shuffled slightly to mirror her position.
"I think so too." She replied with the sweetest of smiles. "Okay, my turn. You're like, kind of my favourite person. You sort of always have been. Like, if I had to choose one person in the entire world you'd definitely be on top of the list." Santana's heart fluttered and her stomach flipped because oh my goodness that was probably the cutest thing anyone has ever said in the history of cuteness. She grinned and pressed her lips to Brittany's as softly as she possibly could.
"Okay, I have one. You remember in second grade when you got that valentine from Matty Thomas?" Brittany nodded, her brow furrowing slightly. "Well… that was actually from me." Santana admitted in a tiny voice before burying her face in Brittany's neck.
"What?!" Brittany squealed, hitting her friend playfully on the shoulder. "But I boasted to everyone about that for like a week!"
"I'm sorry!" Santana shouted, sitting up and lifting her hands in mock surrender. "I just knew how much you liked him and I didn't want to see you upset. I hate seeing you upset, Britt-Britt." She said a little softer, lifting her hand up to stroke Brittany's cheek gently.
"Fine." Brittany replied with a playful glare. "I guess that was kind of sweet. You know, that you had the hots for me even back when we were like 8." She teased, receiving a shove from her friend. "Okay, my go. I… I want to go, like, on a date with you. Would that be alright?" Brittany asked softly, reaching her hand to carefully tuck a stray bit of hair behind Santana's ear. The Latina's stomach tightened and she tried to take a deep breath although she was pretty sure she'd stopped breathing all together. She had never been on a date with a girl, ever. Fuck, she couldn't remember the last time she'd been on a date with anyone that wasn't more than just a hook-up.
"Brittany…" She said quietly, not sure what to say or how she was feeling. Sure, she was terrified by the idea, but somewhere in her chest she felt her heart flutter and she knew a tiny smile was tugging at her lips, because this was Brittany.
"Santana, it'll be fun I swear. I just… I wanna do this properly you know? I really like you." The blonde said bashfully and lifted her hand to squeeze Santana's arm, before running her index finger slowly down the length of it with the softest of touches. Santana smiled, remembering how she used to do that back when they were kids.
"Okay." She whispered barely audibly so that Brittany had to lean in close to hear her.
"Okay? Is that a yes?" Brittany asked, eyes wide.
"Okay. Yes. Brittany, I will go on a date with you." Holy fuck those words sounded weird coming from her in all honesty, they sounded pretty great too. The blonde grinned enormously and kissed Santana hard. They snuggled into each other, and Brittany wrapped her arms tighter around her friend. They both sighed happily as they broke apart, and Santana lifted her head to rest on Brittany's chest. "Night, Britt-Britt." She said, feeling her eyelids drooping sleepily. Brittany whispered goodnight back and the two girls drifted off to sleep, smiling contently and snuggled into each other's arms.
…
Santana awoke the next morning with a warm, happy feeling. She could feel a sleepily smile stretched across her face and she felt so safe and content. She yawned and turned to roll over but was stopped by arms wrapped tightly around her shoulders. What the fuck? Suddenly the memory of last night flooded over her in a wave of warmth and sent a delicious tingle through her body. Brittany. Santana fluttered open a lazy eye and couldn't help but catch her breath. Brittany looked stunning. Like, she probably thought this to herself every time she saw her but, seriously, she just looked so peaceful, eyes closed, a tiny smile on her pink lips and her breathing slow and gentle, lifting Santana up and down with her with each breath in and out. Wow.
Santana snuggled further into the blonde, gently so as not to disturb her, but she couldn't stop herself from dusting her lips ever so lightly to her cheek. Brittany's skin was so warm and soft and Santana had to press her lips against it again, this time just at the corner of her mouth. Although she thought she could probably watch Brittany sleeping forever because she just looked so goddam cute, she decided she wanted Awake Brittany even more. Santana slowly slid herself so that she was lying on top of the blonde, careful not to let her whole weight squash her and began to trace soft patterns with her finger over Brittany's deliciously smooth skin. "Britt." She whispered, ghosting her lips over the blonde's. She tried not to melt as Brittany sighed contently. "Brittany." She breathed again, this time placing a light kiss onto her lips.
"Mmm…" Brittany hummed sleepily and squirmed a little underneath Santana as she blinked her eyes open drowsily. Wow again. The Latina thought that those bright blue eyes, still a little glazed over with sleep and boring back into her own, were possibly the best thing to wake up to, like, ever. "Hey." The blonde whispered croakily, before reaching up and kissing Santana softly.
"Hey yourself." She replied with probably the biggest smile ever. "Good morning." Santana kissed her again, this time a little more deeply, gently sucking on her bottom lip, before pulling away and resting her chin on Brittany's chest.
"Now it is." She grinned again and Brittany yawned, bringing her hands up to rest on Santana's lower back.
"Any particular reason you're lying on top of me right now?" Brittany asked with a grin, glancing her eyes over her friend's still fully-clothed body pressed flush against her own.
"Nope." Santana's grin only grew wider. "But you're kinda comfy." She tried not to let her heart melt as Brittany giggled that adorable little giggle of hers. "And totally cute when you sleep." Brittany leant up and kissed her again, sighing against her lips, before suddenly turning over and flipping the both of them, so that she was now lying on top of a very surprised looking Santana.
"You're kinda comfy too." The blonde grinned and pressed her lips gently to Santana's forehead. "Last night was so nice, Santana. I guess we fell asleep, huh?" She added, glancing down at their bodies, still in their outfits from the previous night. Santana chuckled and nodded, before kissing Brittany again. It was long and gentle, and their tongues brushed against each other's lazily and Santana decided that morning kisses from Brittany might be swiftly becoming her favourite. Top five at least.
Best. Morning. Ever.
…
Having eventually slowed down the kiss and peeled herself off from Santana, much to the Latina's protesting, Brittany jumped off the bed, announcing she was starving. Santana yawned and stretched out her limbs sleepily before turning to look at the alarm clock. Despite thinking why in god's name they were they up at fucking 9.15 on a fucking Sunday, Santana couldn't refuse the adorably hopeful smile on Brittany's face and managed to heave herself out of bed. Looking up and down at Brittany standing before her, Santana paused for a moment, her hands on her hips, before opening her chest of drawers and chucking some clothes at her. "Here, Britt. Put these on. You can't go into the kitchen still with last night's outfit on. If that doesn't say walk of shame I don't know what does." She smirked at the blonde who shot her a playful glare before turning around to change. Santana did the same, wanting to give her some privacy, and quickly pulled on some shorts and a sweatshirt. When she turned around, she tried not to let her jaw drop onto the floor because holy fuck. Santana was now extremely chuffed with the tiny vest and even tinier shorts which she had picked out for her friend. They were short on Santana, but with Brittany's longer legs, Jesus Christ she looked amazing.
"Done drooling?" Brittany smirked, causing Santana to blush heavily and lift her gaze back up to her face.
"I, uh… Sorry, you just look so much better in my clothes than I do." She said with a bashful smile, and walked over to the blonde, linking her arms around her waist.
"Not possible." Brittany replied with a grin before leaning down and kissing Santana once more. "Now, breakfast." And with that she darted through to door and into the living area, leaving a slightly breathless Santana to follow.
"Morning losers!" Santana sung as they entered the kitchen to find Rachel and Kurt sitting at the island. She couldn't help but laugh at the sorry sight in front of her.
"Why are you shouting?" Rachel groaned, her head in her hands.
"Jesus, you guys look terrible." Santana pointed out with a smug smile and Brittany chuckled next to her. "How much longer did you stay out last night?"
"Seriously, with the yelling?" Rachel grumbled, taking a large gulp of the water in front of her. Kurt simply shook his head slowly whilst rubbing his presumably throbbing temples.
"Holy shit. Grandma Berry more hungover than me? I kinda feel a little embarrassed." Santana chuckled. "It's like Freaky Friday or something in here. Britt, you didn't order fortune cookies last night did you?" She said, turning to her friend, who giggled.
"I love that movie!" Brittany squealed, taking a seat at the island next to the others, who groaned again at the sound.
"Me too. Now, Britt, what can I get ya? Coffee?" Brittany nodded eagerly. "And I can make you some pancakes if you want?"
"Yummy, yes please." Santana passed her a mug of coffee and began raiding the fridge.
"Can I have some pancakes?" Rachel asked hopefully.
"No." Rachel looked thoroughly offended and buried her head in her hands once more. Santana set about making breakfast, sipping on her coffee and humming away. "So, plans for today?"
"NOTHING." Kurt and Rachel both shouted in unison and the others chuckled.
"Britt?"
"Well, I should probably text Quinn." She replied, flipping open her pink phone. "You know, let her know I'm actually alive." Santana giggled as she poured some pancake mixture into a frying pan.
"Why on earth do you two seem to be on some sort of ridiculous high this morning while Rachel and I are feeling horrendous?" Kurt asked, his usually high pitched voice croaky and strained.
"I genuinely feel close to death." Rachel whined, receiving another laugh from Santana and Brittany. The blonde proceeded to rub her back soothingly.
"Well, my poor, innocent children." Santana began in a teasing voice, flipping a pancake and catching it again in the pan. "What you are currently suffering from is what us cool kids like to call a hangover." She continued, smiling as she heard Brittany trying to suppress a laugh behind her. "I'm sorry to be the one to have to tell you both this. And yes, Berry, there is a very high possibility of death. I bags your car after you snuff it." Brittany snorted and erupted into laughter, soon joined by Santana. Rachel lifted her face to look at her, eyes wide with horror, before glaring when she realised she was being teased.
"Very mature, Santana." Kurt snapped, still nursing his temples.
"Britt, get your plate ready and GO LONG!" Brittany giggled again and jumped up from her seat, leaping over to the other side of the kitchen and holding her plate high. Suddenly a large pancake came whizzing over from the stove and Brittany and Santana both froze as it landed with a slap right on Rachel's head. The pair looked at each other before exploding into fits of laughter. Brittany had to grip onto the counter for support and Santana was doubled over by the stove, tears running down her cheeks. "Best. Thing. I… have. Ever… seen!" Santana managed to get out in between cackles and Rachel stormed off out of her seat and into her room, slamming the door behind her.
"You're going to pay for that one later, Satan." Kurt said, shaking his head, unable to hide his small smirk before following Rachel into her room to try and calm her down.
"Totally fucking worth it." Santana grinned, wiping the tears from her cheeks. After a good few more minutes, the pair managed to catch their breath and slowly begin to recover from their hysteria.
"Wait, there's more pancakes, right?" Brittany asked, her eyes suddenly wide with panic. Santana chuckled and tossed a pancake onto Brittany's plate, grinning as she watched relief rush over her features. "Thank. Goodness. Oh, got a text from Quinn. She says no worries and that she'll be in the library all day-"
"Loser." Santana interrupted with a snort as she joined Brittany at the island with a pancake of her own.
"-And she won't be home till later." Brittany finished, shooting a mock glare at her friend before taking a giant bite of her breakfast. "Oh my god." She moaned through a mouthful of pancake. "These are incredible, Santana!" Santana grinned smugly and took a bite of her own. She had to admit, she made a fucking good blueberry pancake.
"So, seeing as Fabgay is being a nerd at the library, wanna hang out here today?" Santana said, looking across at Brittany with a shy smile.
"Totally. I'm thinking… Movie day?" She beamed across at Santana who grinned back. The girls shovelled back the rest of their breakfast before racing over to the TV, pushing and shoving each other playfully to see who could get there first and landing in a giggling heap on the big leather couch.
"Britt, get off!" Santana shrieked, kicking and flailing as the blonde straddled her and began tickling her sides. "No! You- get-ahh!" She screamed and Brittany eventually gave in, leaning down and stealing a quick kiss from the Latina. "You're so mean." Santana mumbled into her mouth before scrabbling out of her hold and leaping over to the DVD cabinet. "Okay, what are we feeling?"
"Freaky Friday!" They both shouted in unison before erupting into another bout of giggling. "I'm on the popcorn, you grab the duvet."
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