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Your finger feels naked. It's like your hand has been stripped of its clothing and you notice the sliver of your finger that is reasonably lighter than your tan skin. You never thought it would feel so odd. You examine the band, twirling it between your fingers and you set it down on your kitchen counter. You check your phone; absentmindedly, so used to expecting a text or call from Sam, but you haven't received one since the day he left.
You guess old habits will die hard.
"Santana! Open up the door!"
The banging on the door persists through your ears like a banging drum.
You put the ring back on and your hand feels at home again, adjusting it to the indent on your ring finger.
"Jesus, I'm coming." You chuckle, thinking about how wanky that sounds and proceed to answer the loud noises coming from your apartment door.
"Finally." Rachel beams with the raise of her hands and barges past you. "It smells like beer in here." She sniffs, dropping her jacket and purse on the couch.
You shrug, knowing you have been drinking a lot more lately and take a look at Kurt. He's smiling awkwardly at the doorway, taking in the surroundings of your apartment.
"Are you going to come inside Hummel or are you going to stare at me all day with your beady little eyes?"
His head nods in approval and he takes a step inside, "Rachel said you probably needed help with makeup or something." He says.
You roll your eyes; "You really brought Hummel for this?" You scold Rachel, hating the way she just plops down on your couch. "This isn't a luxury resort." You say and push Rachel's shoes off the table.
She scoffs, "You did this at my apartment all the time."
"That's because you let me - off."
Rachel sighs and decides to put her hands in her lap instead, "Are you excited about tonight?"
Your body is already heading towards the refrigerator, grabbing a couple beers inside and taking them to your two new guests.
"Thanks." Kurt says, grabbing a cold beer from you. He struggles with opening the cap and you think he probably isn't the biggest beer drinker. You grab it from his clutches and twist it open for him.
"Twist top." You say to Kurt and he takes the beer from you softly.
"What are you going to wear?" He asks and takes a seat next to Rachel.
You shrug, not really knowing the answer, "Something hot?"
They both nod, taking a sip from their drinks and gulp it down loudly.
"What?" You ask.
"I think you should keep it classy." Rachel says looking over your body.
You are surprised by the amount of sass coming from your co-workers, "Hot is classy."
Kurt winces as he slurps down another sip of beer, "Show us then." He nods ever so enthusiastically and you scowl.
"I don't have to do what you say." You defend, crossing your arms over your chest.
"Please Santana, we've had the most boring day, entertain us with some fashion." Rachel beams, spreading her hands around with a twinkle. Kurt smiles wide, lifting his hands up in unison with Rachel's and you huff.
"That is probably the gayest thing I have yet to see from you both."
They don't move, their smiles outstretched and hopeful.
"Fine." You miff and head towards your bedroom.
You're scrounging through your closet, picking out the hottest outfits you have and laying them on the surface of your bed. You realize you have a consistent type of wardrobe, tight fitting dresses of every color and boots that line the walls of your closet to the brim. You turn to your work clothes section and shake your head, you want Brittany to see you in something besides your work clothes and you are kind of excited to see what she would think of your "going out" clothes. You set down another black dress when your phone buzzes in your sweat pants pocket.
'I can't wait for tonight. What should I wear?'
Brittany's text instantly makes you smile and you begin to daydream about what super hot outfit she would be wearing tonight.
'I'm sure anything you wear will be amazing.' You text back and grin.
You hear Rachel and Kurt laugh about something in the living room and you forgot they were still here. You reflect on the clothes set before you and decide to go for a green dress to show them.
'What kind of underwear should I wear?'
You almost choke on the air that quickly gasps down your throat and you think of something to say.
'Just kidding, you won't be getting that far tonight ;] '
You look at your phone with a disbelieving gaze.
'Very funny'
You set your phone down on the bed and begin to take off your top and sweats, grabbing the green dress next to you and shake out the wrinkles. You slip it on, loving the way it feels against your body and look at yourself in the mirror. Hot, you think as you twirl around. You pick up a pair of heels and put them on. You sit down on the edge of your bed and cross your legs, admiring the way your legs look in heels. You pick up your phone again and take a snapshot of your outfit from the waist down.
'Too much?' You send the pic to Brittany and wait for a response.
"We are waiting!" Rachel yells from outside and you decide to hurry up a bit. You grab a small leather jacket and slip it over your shoulders before you exit your room.
"What do you think?" You ask the two and do a spin for them.
Rachel and Kurt's eyes are wide as they look you up and down.
"You look like a prostitute." Rachel says immediately and looks towards Kurt for affirmation. His teeth grit with disapproval and your eyebrows furrow.
"What?! Okay - this is a hot outfit." You say.
"I think it is agreed that you are hot San, it just might be a little much for what you're going for…" He says.
"Well what would you know Queen McGay?"
Rachel puts a hand over Kurt's shoulder, "All we're saying is that if you're trying to take it slow, maybe you shouldn't dress like you're trying to get laid in the first five minutes."
You ponder what Rachel said, looking at the ceiling and putting a hand on your waist. She was right, you need to take a step back and really try to take this thing slower.
"Dammit." You mumble and quickly head back to your bedroom.
'Your legs are fucking amazing.' Brittany replies as you look at your texts and you sigh a little.
You type back quickly.
'Sorry, you won't be getting that far tonight ;] '
You grin, admiring your own wit and you hear your phone go off again.
'Very funny.'
/
You're fiddling with your fingers. The anxiousness in your body feels like it's fucking protruding from your very soul and you don't think you've ever been this nervous to go on a date in your life. You haven't been on a date in a really long time and you're almost not sure what to do next.
Brittany's apartment is just as you imagined it would be, even though you're only standing outside the front door, taking deep breaths, and preparing yourself to just knock on the door.
A cute little B sits on the front of the door, you smile, assuming it stands for Brittany and you look down a bit, noticing a little 'and T' near your feet. You quickly wonder who 'T' could be, but you shake it off with a deep breath and finally knock on the door.
You hear shuffling and are greeted with a smile when Brittany opens the door.
Her smile is as graceful as a modern waltz.
"Santana." She says delicately.
You smile, "Brittany."
"You look wonderful."
You eye her sunset yellow dress, admiring it like it's your favorite thing.
"So do you." You say. "Shall we go?"
She inches the door a little closer to her face, "That depends on where we're going."
You roll your eyes playfully, "Don't be a creep."
She chuckles and bites her lip softly, "Okay let's go."
She brushes beside you as she exits and you catch the faintest smell of Brittany as she walks next to you. Her fingers dance beside yours, twiddling against your knuckles like a light beat.
You can't help but smile, admiring her touch.
"So where are we going?" She asks as you make your way to your car.
"To dinner." You say simply.
A smile twitches at her lips, "Classic first date material."
"Yup." You smile and open the door for her. She walks towards the car door and puts a hand to your cheek, you look down bashfully. Goosebumps line your skin.
"Such a gentleman."
You grip her wrist, "Just get in the car." You laugh, looking into her eyes.
Bashfulness is your new best friend tonight
/
"So is this the hippest place in all of Lima, Ohio?" Brittany asks, her pretty face sitting across from you.
You nod, "It's my favorite place."
She looks around, "I've never actually been here."
"I'm sorry, you've never been to Breadstix?" You ask in shock, everyone who's ever lived here has been to this restaurant. "I don't understand how that is possible."
"I like, just moved here." She responds.
"Yeah, like a year ago."
She shrugs, "I guess I'm late to the party then."
"Yeah like, fashionably late." You chuckle.
She laughs and looks at her menu, you pull the menu up to your face to look like you're doing something, but you already know what you want, you fucking love this place. You look over at her, her bangs falling over her face and her lips play between her teeth as she scans the menu. You quickly avert your eyes, playing with your hands again. The more you look at her the more you want to just take her to the bathroom for a make-out session.
"What's good here?" She mumbles to you.
You look up for a second, "Oh, everything."
She smiles in silence with the nod of her head.
You look back down at your menu, you sound like such a freak you think, shaking your head at yourself.
"What will it be ladies?" The waiter asks as your head bolts up from below.
"The fettuccine alfredo please." You say and hand him the menu.
"I'll have the same." Brittany says.
"Great." The waiter smiles and takes your menus.
"I figured you would know what's best, since you're like, obsessed."
"Now you're just embarrassing me on purpose." You grin shyly.
She smirks, "It's just fun to tease you."
You're eyes widen as a grumble leaves your throat. Her soft leg brushes against your bare skin under the table. She's leaning closer to you now, a grin never leaving her face.
"What's your favorite color?" She asks as her blue eyes hypnotize you.
"What?"
She doesn't repeat her question, deciding to look into your eyes with a hazy stare and a lick of her lips. You think of your old room, with black walls and black bed sheets, "Um, black I guess." You say.
She puts a fist under her chin, "Black?"
You're a little nervous under her stare, "Yes?"
She looks down at your dress, "Of course it is." She smiles.
You find yourself looking at your chest; one of your favorite dresses covering your body, the color black, "I guess I wear a lot of black."
She licks her lips slow, "Black is sexy."
Another brush under the table. You almost jump at the contact.
"Are you okay?" She asks, her elbows leaning further onto the table.
You think for a moment, finally realizing how nervous you have been and you sigh, "I just...I haven't done this...in a while."
"Talk about your favorite color?"
"Been on a date."
She blinks, smiling. "I know that Santana."
You sigh, relieved. You want to ask her a question, but you're almost afraid of the answer. Your eyes scan the contents of the table and you finally meet hers again. "Do you do this? A lot?"
"Do what."
"Date."
She shrugs, "A little?"
You look down at your hands, of course she dates, she has been single. "Do you date a lot of girls?" You ask.
She's looking up, thinking of the answer and you wait quietly.
"I guess?" She says with the squint of her eyes, "I don't really keep count…"
You wave your hands through the air, "I'm sorry, I'm being stupid."
"You're not being stupid." She responds fast.
"I've never been on a date with a girl before…" You say looking at her, "I guess I'm just now realizing that it's something new?"
She's silent for a little as you think, "Well how do you feel about this?" She asks, looking between the two of you. She looks fragile, like you may say something that could easily crush her or you could say something that will make her as happy as ever.
You decide you want to see her smile. "I've spent a lot of time caring what people think about me, but with this...with you," You take a beat and smile, "I think I'll be okay."
Her smile is brighter than the shimmering sun.
/
"I'm so full."
"The fullest." You chuckle walking back to Brittany's apartment door. You hear her shuffle with her keys, dangling them between her fingers.
"Thanks so much for taking me out." She says standing at the doorway.
She's standing close to you now, her thigh barely touching your own and your skin is shivering at the light contact. "Thanks for going out with me." You respond happily.
Your hand finds its way up her arm in an instant and you can't help but roam the firmness of her muscles. Her tan skin plays against your fingers delightfully. "You're so beautiful." You say out loud. Her eyes instantly lock into yours, you like the way she looks at you now, filled with admiration. Your hand wonders further, tracing her bare shoulders and going up to her jawline. Her breath hitches as you let your fingers roam a little further below, just above the crevice of her breasts.
"Santana." She breathes and you can't hold back any longer. You grip at her face and bring her close for a kiss. It's hot and fast and Brittany quickly turns to open her apartment door and before you know it you're shoved against the door inside her apartment. She's kissing you with everything's she's got and you struggle to keep up, fiddling with your things and throwing them to the ground.
"I've missed you." She whispers into your ear and she pins your arms above your head for a moment.
"Ugh." You moan as the wetness begins to pool between your legs. You can't deny you've missed this as well. Everything about Brittany turns you on so much and you can't imagine doing this with anyone else now. "Don't stop." You say.
She nods slightly and continues to kiss along your neck, leaving a tingle at every touch. Fingers roam down to your ass and grip there for a moment before she slides her hands up your back. The touch makes your body arch with pleasure. "Oh..." You moan out as her hands grip at your chest.
"Santana." She mumbles into your neck and your center pounds with want.
Your leg wraps its way around her waist and she pushes your dress up along your thigh, feeling your skin. You're basically shivering at her touch and you don't want it to end.
You grind against her, making her moan with delight. You place your hands on her shoulders and turn her around with a brunt force, pushing her back against the door now.
Her smirk is a test to your dominance.
You're gripping at her waist now, hovering over her like a vicious lion and you can't wait to taste her skin. You catch her lips once more before you kiss her neck. Your body is getting hot as she grips the sides of your dress, revealing more skin.
You're startled beyond belief when you hear a "meow" from behind you.
"What the holy hell was that?" You ask, taking your lips off of Brittany. You search around the dark room for any signs of human life. Brittany begins to laugh softly, pulling you in for a kiss before she moves away from the door to turn on the lights.
"Lord Tubbington." She says and your eyes flicker down to the fattest cat you have ever seen.
"Well shit." You say looking at the fat beast.
"Tubbs go away." She says walking closer to him. He doesn't budge.
You take the time to look around Brittany's apartment, colorful frames and trinkets line the walls. This is the first time you've ever been inside and you smile at the thought. You brush a hand through your hair, "Don't worry about it Britt, I think we were moving a little fast anyway."
She picks up the cat, "Understandable." She grins and places him on the couch.
"How long have you had that bad boy?" You ask, looking at the fat cat again.
"Since high school." She says, smiling at him lovingly. "He's been through a lot."
"Is that why he's so fat?" You tease.
"He's not on Atkins anymore so…" She trails looking at him.
You nod in response, standing in silence as you look at Brittany in the middle of the living room. She's smiling at you.
"You're in my house."
You nod slowly, looking around, "I'm in your house."
She smiles again, "Let me show you around." She says and grabs your hand. "Follow me."
You follow her down a small hallway to the left and you pass by some pictures.
"This is a picture of me as a cheerleader in high school." She says pointing to a picture of her in a uniform.
"Hot." You reply as she hits you on the shoulder.
"This is me and my family at Christmas time."
You look at the many siblings she seems to have and you notice her smiling in the corner with her cat. "I didn't know you had siblings." You say, squinting at the image.
She smiles, "A sister and a brother."
Her life is still such a mystery to you.
She drags you along, "This is my room." She says brining you inside. Her room is covered in pastel colors, reminding you of Easter, the complete opposite of your own.
"It's so...colorful."
She grins, "Not everyone's favorite color is black."
Her lack for dark colors makes you smile.
"And that's the end of the tour." She says sitting on her bed.
Your eyes squint in question, "The end of the tour ends in your bedroom. I see what you're doing here Ms. Pierce."
She wiggles her legs beneath her, "I'm not doing anything." She teases.
You nod your head, making your way to her bed and sitting next to her. Her hand instantly goes to your thigh and your eyes close at the feeling.
"Has Sam contacted you since he's been gone?" She asks, soft. You don't really want to think about Sam now that your here with Brittany, but you know it's been something that has been nagging at the back of your mind.
You sigh, "No."
She traces her fingers along your thigh, "Do you think he will soon?"
"I have no idea." You say.
"He will." She responds, her fingers still soft.
"I hurt him pretty bad, I would understand if he doesn't."
She's looking at you now, eyes scanning your face and she has nothing to say.
"I was a pretty big bitch to him." You say, looking at Brittany's hands.
"Well so was I." She says looking at you.
You chuckle a little, "Right."
"I know what we did was wrong but...I couldn't stay away from you." Her words are delicate as she cups your cheek. "I had to have you." She whispers. Her lips are back on yours in an instant and you breath in her taste, heavy. You pull away as your mind wonders.
You think of all the ways to justify cheating on Sam. "I don't want to feel guilty anymore."
"You weren't happy anymore Santana." She says brushing your cheek.
"I know." You say.
"Lay down with me?" Brittany asks you as she shuffles towards the head of the bed.
You're smiling instantly, "Lay with you?"
She pulls you towards her, "Yeah."
You kick off your heels and gravitate towards Brittany, quickly snuggling against her chest and resting your head.
Her heartbeat sounds like heaven.
"This is nice." You say into her chest.
"Yeah, because your face is in my boobs." She laughs, stroking your hair.
You burst out into a quick laugh before wrapping an arm around her waist, playing with her dress. "I don't think we've ever snuggled before." You say.
She's silent for a moment, "I don't think so."
You know she's smiling now, "I like it."
"Me too." You grip her tighter, loving the way she smells. "What's your favorite color?" You ask.
"Yellow." She replies.
You grip a handful of her dress, "Of course it is."
/
You can't stop grinning as you unlock the door to your apartment. Spending time with Brittany is like an endless fairytale. Well, maybe not so much, but you think it's pretty close. Your eyes frown in question as you hear laughter on the other side of the door. You quickly open it to see the commotion.
"What the fuck are you guys still doing in my home?" You ask looking at Rachel and Kurt playing some board game in your living room.
"You said we could leave whenever we wanted." Rachel said taking a sip of beer. "Plus we wanted to see how long we could stay before you returned, good thing you didn't come back tomorrow morning." She laughed, nudging Kurt on the shoulder.
"You guys are drunk, perfect." You sigh, noticing all the bottles scattered around the room.
"Of course we are." Kurt says and him and Rachel burst out in laughter. "We got bored."
"OH, Yahtzee! Bitch." Rachel screams out of nowhere and Kurt backs away in fright.
"Jesus Rachel." You say, putting a hand to your head.
"She's loud when she's drunk." Kurt says with a tooth grinned smile.
"I see that."
"Santana, sit with us, tell us all about your date." Rachel says poking you in the shoulder. You roll your eyes; drunk Rachel is more obnoxious than sober Rachel. I guess that's understandable, but you never imagined you would run into this problem.
"I'm not going to talk about it when you guys are drunk." You say relaxing on the couch.
"Pleaaase?" Kurt whines as he tugs on your dress.
You slap his hand away instantly, "You guys don't fucking live here you know."
Rachel rolls her eyes and looks at Kurt, "She acts like she didn't live in my house for weeks."
Kurt shakes his head, "Ungrateful."
"I can hear you blabbermouths."
"Shit." Rachel mumbles under her breath.
"You curse a lot when you're drunk." You notice, with a laugh. Even though they are the most annoying human beings, they are actually pretty entertaining. You feel like you haven't had people to talk to in a long time…other than Sam. You've almost forgotten what it was like to have friends. You roll your eyes, pathetic, you think to yourself. You watch Kurt roll some dice and he sighs in disappointment.
"Tell us something." Kurt pleads from beside you.
You think of Brittany, her smile never leaves your thoughts, "It was just…really great."
Kurt and Rachel are looking at each other with heart eyes now and you shake your head.
Rachel clenches at her chest and looks at Kurt, "Precious, just precious."
"What Sapphic charm." Kurt says.
"That's it, game over." You say fast and pick up your game and stuff it in the box.
"Hey! I didn't win yet!" Rachel says as you pull the game away from the two.
You put the box on a shelf, "You two are leaving in the next ten minutes. I'm calling you a cab." Your fingers dial on your phone as fast as possible.
"You just want to mope around and think of Brittany." Kurt says with a laugh as he gathers his things.
Rachel struggles to get off the ground, "Poor, poor Sam." She shakes her head.
"A tragedy really." Kurt responds.
You pull Rachel up from her seat and begin to push them towards the door, "Okay! Outside now."
"My coat!" Rachel screams before you slam the door in her face.
"You'll get it on Monday!" You shout and don't bother to open the door back up. "Jesus." You mumble to yourself and begin to clean up. As you're picking up empty beer bottles you hear your phone buzz on the table.
You read a text from Brittany.
'I can't stop thinking about you or our hot make-out session.'
You smile, throwing some bottles away.
'Too turned on to sleep huh?' You tease as you send a text her way.
'Oh, way too much.' She responds.
You head to your room, cleaning enough for tonight and you hear Rachel and Kurt shout some things from outside your window. You look out the window to make sure they make it in the cab okay and close the blinds. You quickly unzip your dress and change into pajamas.
'You were just so sexy in your black dress, I can't stop thinking about it.'
You laugh and snuggle into your empty bed.
'Snuggling in bed isn't as fun without you.' You say and go under the covers.
'I agree.' She texts.
You hold up your phone, typing a response.
'What's your favorite food?'
You glance at your ring finger, the band still encased around your skin. You play with it lightly.
'Fettuccine Alfredo.'
Her response makes you smile.
'Goodnight Brittany.'
You wait for a response.
'Goodnight Santana.'
You set your phone on the stand next to your bed and hold your hand above your face. Your finger feels heavy now, your ring shining in the dim light. It reminds you of things you never had…a time when you were unhappy. You take it off and put it in a drawer.
You sigh, content, relaxing into bed and closing your eyes.
It's like you're starting new…and happiness awaits you.