A/N: Didn't have time to edit this one, I just wanted to get it out asap! Once again you're all the best! Next update will be when I'm back in three weeks. And hopefully (despite uni) I'll have an update for my other two fics!
It was impossible to find a dress to wear when you had no idea if the restaurant you were going to with Marisa was fancy or casual. You could have simply messaged her and asked, but your phone was dead and you couldn't bothered finding your charger. You were surprised at how nervous you were, but you hadn't been on a date in a long time so it was only natural.
LA was full of hookups and loose promises of meeting again in the same place in that exact bar the next week. You didn't think it was possible to date here, unless you were a celebrity or forced to by wealthy parents.
You were opposed to fame and had no intention of asking your parents for money.
As you got into your car, you immediately noticed your charger in the passenger seat and groaned. You plugged it into the handy port hole in your car and turned your phone on. As soon as it vibrated, signalling that it was charging, you brought your car to life. It would be about a twenty minute drive to West Hollywood, so inevitably your thoughts revolved around Santana.
It sure did feel like a break up last night. You were only slightly saddened at the fact you couldn't make out with Santana anymore. Mostly you were just happy that she made a decision. Of course, you would have hoped her decision benefited you more, like spending an evening out with her - something similar to a date, but you knew Santana wouldn't dare call it that.
You were snapped from the ever lingering thoughts of your boss, when your phone buzzed. When you pulled up to a red light, you unlocked it and read the message from Marisa…sent an hour ago.
I hope you can find the place! Looking forward to seeing you xxo
You frowned at the two kisses and hug symbol. It wasn't like you hadn't received them from Tina or your mom before, but for some reason this didn't seem right. You'd seen the girl once in person and you were already going on a date. Were you making a mistake?
The car behind you honked loudly and caused you to slam your foot on the gas. You waved an arm up, apologising, before placing your phone back in the holder.
You continued questioning your decision as you arrived at your destination. The smell of spices entered your senses. You loved ethnic food, it was your favourite. Right behind oatmeal cookies.
It took a while for you to actually exit your car and when you did you almost broke your ankle. You'd stepped into a pothole, but recovered by grabbing onto your car's door. You forced yourself to breathe calmly, before grabbing your phone and messaging Marisa that you had arrived.
She texted back instantly informing you she was inside, to the left of the bar. You followed her directions and were surprised by how jam packed the place was and how many staff members tended to your coat, then asked how you were in several different accents.
You were completely flustered, up until you caught Marisa's eye, forcing a smile so she didn't suspect you'd spent the entire ride here in apprehension.
"You look a little under dressed Brittany," she laughed. You stared down at your outfit, then at hers. She looked a like a film star - elegant yet fierce. You should have really googled the restaurant before you arrived. You had so much damn time to do so. Fucking Santana.
Your throat dried up as you removed your woollen cardigan and hung it on the back of your chair. Scanning the room, everyone looked to be dress in suits, heels, gowns…And then there was you.
At least your boots has a bit of a heel.
You stared at your date, who had an enthusiastic smile as she stared down at the wine menu. You hoped that Marisa was a good conversationalist, because she seemed super intelligent and outgoing. You assumed that just because she was businesswoman and how self-assured she was when she gave you her card.
You quite liked the persistence, but you weren't exactly sure if it was because of her specifically, or because someone else wouldn't show you that quality. You shrugged away the thoughts of your boss and asked Marisa how her day was, easily falling into conversation.
When your meals arrived, you almost orgasmed at the smell. Even though your first date in years was spent in an eleven dollar button up shirt and twenty five dollar jeans, you felt pleasant. Your company was good and despite the judgemental looks from other occupants, this place was somewhere you'd definitely venture to again.
Marisa asked about the basic details of your life and then soon said a long, tiring anecdote about her childhood and work place. You wanted to listen, you really did. But after every answer you gave she referred it back to herself. She was definitely her biggest fan.
"I hate arrogance," she spluttered, between taking sips of her wine.
You pursed your lips, trying not to laugh out of embarrassment for her. You knew you probably sounded rude in your head, but this woman was blatantly dissing a quality written all over her face.
"…It's like the one thing that pisses me off. You have to be humble at first and then slowly work your way to the top. When you're at the top like me," she shrugged, smirking, "then you can be arrogant."
You sighed. "Can you excuse me, I just have to use the bathroom."
"Oh sure," she waved a hand at you, then clicked her fingers towards the waiter. You swore you heard him mumble 'for fuck sake'. You laughed as you made your way to the bathroom, because that's all you really could do. You were tired of how serious and sensitive you had been the past week, so all you could do was laugh at how unattractive Marisa was. She was gorgeous aesthetically, her personality and outlook let her down completely though.
You entered a cubicle and immediately thought of how you could cut the date short without sounding impolite. Your parents always taught you manners and just because you were in LA now didn't mean that you had forgotten them.
You washed your hands and stepped out into the long hall way. The carpet looked extremely soft and you contemplated, for a second, taking your shoes off to feel it. You chuckled at your lame thoughts and ran into a body, causing you to squeal in embarrassment.
"Brittany?"
"Santana?"
"What are you doing here?" She asked.
You placed your hands on your hips. "I'm on a date." Trying to sound confident after how average your date was going was extremely difficult. "What are you doing here?"
"I have a business meeting with a few clients…" She trailed off, staring down at your outfit and smirking. "I'm guessing you didn't know you were coming to a four and a half star restaurant."
"Shut up," you immediately grumbled, ultimately feeling jealous of the way her red dress hugged her body tightly. Santana wasn't fazed, in fact she kept smirking at you, scrunching her face in a cute way and it pissed you off even more.
"So Ursula decided to try and win you over with a fancy meal huh?" Santana teased.
You rolled your eyes. "Marisa. And probably, I don't really know."
"Is it working?" She husked. Your eyes met her lips as her tongue swiped over her bottom one. You closed your eyes and thought about something that grossed you out. Frog skin…Perfect.
You opened your eyes. "No. I'm not used to dates, especially at fancy restaurants."
Santana stepped an inch closer to you and studied your expression. It was like she was trying to pick you apart and reveal your psyche in order to come to some conclusion. You knew she was interested in your body, but your mind was something she declined in endeavouring to much.
She narrowed her eyes and sighed. "You should be taken on a date that blows your mind. Not materialistically or conventionally, but completely customised by that person so you're never bored."
Santana's speech was entirely unexpected and you believe she didn't actually plan to confess that. You hated her spontaneity, but adored it all the same. Her expression turned vulnerable; as though she suddenly felt totally exposed and in a way she was. She'd thought about you, she'd romanticised your relationship.
Your eyes glinted with hope. "You like me."
Santana blushed immediately, shaking her head. "Nope."
You stepped forward, closing the small distance between your bodies. You cradled one side of her face in your hand and she reacted instantly, leaning in to your gentle touch.
"Then go back to your meeting," you whispered. She seemed to stare at you in wonderment for a while, struggling with her choices. You weren't offering her sex, you were offering her you - all of you. You wanted to claim her.
You felt the bones in her jaw grind together and she clasped your hand, removing it from her face. "I should actually get back," she replied in a broken voice. You pouted.
"O-okay." She left without another word and your eyes followed her to the table she was at. She sat at the head of the table surrounded by men and women, immediately alluring them to believe she never stopped being professional.
You returned to Marisa, to find her popping open another bottle of wine. She grabbed your glass and you quickly snatched it back.
"I'm driving," you said apologetically.
"Boo!" She yelled, causing you to flinch. Had she continued drinking since you disappeared to the bathroom? You were sure your conversation with Santana wasn't super long…
"Uh sorry?" It came out like a question, because you couldn't really be bothered yet you didn't want to piss her off.
"Whatever," she flapped her hand dismissively at you, then stood up, "I've got to tinkle."
You breathed a sigh of relief when she disappeared around the corner. You slid down in your chair, still full from your meal and fluttered your lips together.
"Looks like you're enjoying your date."
Your head snapped forward and you grinned when Santana stood in front of you, smiling really small back.
"You can't enjoy your meeting from over here."
"Cut it short," she shrugged. She stepped closer and leant down slightly to whisper. "Leave with me."
Your eyes fell to her lips, momentarily distracted. "What?" You asked in disbelief when her words caught up with you. She had completely changed her tune from earlier. Or maybe she was planning to have you to herself all along, she just didn't want to give in straight away.
"Come on," she urged, "lets get out of here."
You knew that it was completely impolite to leave in the middle of a date, but you hoped that your mother would forgive you for this one - considering it was probably the first night in LA you hadn't enjoyed.
You pushed back in your chair and took Santana's hand. She practically dragged you out of the restaurant, giggling as your bodies were met with the cool night air. You felt bad for not leaving Marisa a note, but knew that she would probably be too drunk to even notice you were gone.
"Where are we going?" You asked as Santana led you over to her car, which you did not expect her to own. You weren't paying attention to it when you two had that staring match the other afternoon, because you were focused on her. "Was this made in the nineties?"
"Eighties," she replied proudly, rounding the car to get into the drivers seat. You stepped into the passengers seat and immediately buckled your seatbelt.
"Is it safe?" You asked slowly, not wanting to offend her.
She snorted. "Of course Brittany, I got here in one piece right?"
Your eyes travelled down to her legs and you smirked. "Mhm, one delicious piece."
"Hey!" She squealed. "No flirting before our date. If it's successful then you may flirt with me and if I approve of your methods I'll take you home."
You stared at her in disbelief. "Wait what?" Santana was taking you on a date twenty four hours after claiming some higher moral ground?
She smirked, staring the engine. "Just kidding. Lighten up."
x
Your 'date', which you still couldn't believe you were on with your boss, was at a humble hole in the wall noodle bar. Santana informed you that you didn't have to eat after your previous meal, but considering your senses were going crazy at the beautiful aroma of Asian food, you couldn't resist.
Santana greeted the waiter and asked for a booth at the back. You removed your cardigan once again, throwing it next to you. This was more your type of environment. Santana however, stood out like a sore thumb. She didn't mind though. She was so damn confident it was arousing.
You cleared your throat and planted your eyes on the menu so you wouldn't think dirty thoughts about your boss. She hadn't mentioned sex at all or tried to kiss you or touch you. Well, she held your hand out of the restaurant, but that was insanely intimate. Thinking of her warm, soft palm against yours made you flustered.
You quickly called the waiter over and asked for ice water. Santana eyed you curiously.
"I'm nervous too you know," she confessed, "I may seem in control right now, but," her smile faded, "my hearts beating really fast."
You met her gaze and sent her a small smile. "What changed?"
"Call it jealousy," she leant back in her seat, "but I didn't like seeing you disappointed on your date. I guess I want to be the one to blow your mind…"
Your smile grew. "Do you really mean that?"
"Yeah," she breathed.
The waiter interrupted you both, asking for your order. You hadn't even read the menu properly so you just asked for the same as Santana.
"So, why do you like me so much?" She asked smugly, her tone turned playful.
You scoffed. "Why are you being so nice now?"
"I'm always nice," Santana objected. Brittany squealed in annoyance and held her hand up to count on each finger.
"Lets see, you didn't thank me after I saved your ass, you demoted me, you ignored me after I ate you out in the limo and you declined anymore sweet lady kisses just because I have feelings for you," you explained, shrugging afterwards and sipping on your water. You placed the glass down and rested your head back on the seat, eyeing Santana to gauge her reaction.
She seemed surprise at your impulsivity and bluntness. You swore you could almost see remorse written on her face.
"I was scared, honestly. Please don't think less of me," she said softly.
You frowned. "Of course I don't," you replied sincerely.
Her pout turned to a smirk. "I like you too you know. A lot."
Your eyes widened and you brushed imaginary dirt off your shoulder. "I am pretty awesome."
"Oh come on, don't get all smug now," she joked.
You laughed with her, enjoying the easiness of the conversation. Your meal arrived and you felt all giddy inside realising that what Santana had ordered was your favourite Chinese food.
You dug in straight away as Santana chuckled and spun her noodles around her fork.
"With a body like that I'm surprised you can eat two full dinner meals."
"I dance," you said shrugging. "I'd probably dance in the office if I could."
She stopped eating and smirked. "You can dance Britt," she husked, "but only for me."
You swallowed your noodles and bit your bottom lip. The thought of Santana lusting over your dance moves was turning you on. You squeezed your legs tightly together and focused on your food.
"You're passionate," you stated, staring down at your plate. "You know how to manage an entire company, you're a little cheeky and brash, but you're level headed, genuine, resilient…beautiful. That's what I like about you."
It took a minute for her to absorb your words. "You know, that's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me."
You frowned. "No way."
"I'm serious Britt," she stated seriously, "in high school I was bullied, outed, misunderstood. I didn't think anyone would ever show me," she paused, "friendship. I got to the company and was forced into a role that required me to be this cruel person, who struck fear into everyone. I got used to the loneliness and lack of invitations out. Those people that were at the club with me were just clients wanting to impress me." You expected her to stop there, but then she caught your gaze and smiled. "But then you come along, with your endearing metaphysical mind and striking blue feline eyes and I'm left actually wanting you to like me."
"Santana…"
"It scared me Britt. It scared me how much I wanted you close to me, how much I wanted to kiss you just after days of meeting you. It felt like we had known each other for years and I was just waking up from a long sleep."
"I don't…I'm speechless."
She moistened her lips and leant forward slightly over the table. "I can't promise that I'm going to be able to give you visible feelings. I'm not used to public affection or longing looks…But I can promise you that I'll always be honest."
You smiled, breathing in shakily. "That's all I want."
x
The conversation soon flowed from adorably sincere to teasing banter. It only took half an hour for Santana to piss you off again.
"I'm just saying that you acted all innocent at first but inside you wanted to get in my pants from the moment we met."
"Bullshit!" You shouted, gaining concerned looks.
"Brittany you were basically gagging for it in the renovated theatre room," she teased, running her hands down her chest to add emphasis.
You scowled at her. She was so damn smug. It was cute in a way, but you wanted her to feel powerless for once. "You're the one who was screaming so loud in the limo they probably heard you in Ohio!"
"Well I rejected you a couple times so that totally makes up for it," she smirked, "I win."
Your body deflated completely. She was actually using that against you and it hurt your heart. You scoffed and stood up. "At least I was game enough to make a move, miss big boss lady." She laughed loudly at your lame comeback and quickly followed you out of the door after dropping a generous bill on the table. Once again she had paid. You didn't intentionally make her pay, you were just getting tired of her teasing you.
You hugged your body as the coldness swept across your skin.
"I totally made a move, miss assistant."
You turned to her, rolling your eyes. "When?"
"Your second day, in the elevator. I practically ate your boobs with my eyes after unbuttoning your shirt."
"Were you totally faking that whole back problem thing?"
Her lips tightened as she tried to hold back laughter. Your eyes widened and you lightly pushed her back. "Santana!"
"Okay to be fair I think I jinxed myself because my back really did hurt the other day."
"Good," you shrugged. "Serves you right."
"Please," she folded her arms, "you would have found a way to touch me eventually. You loved my foot against your pussy, naughty Britt Britt," she giggled, poking you.
Your eyes bulged. "Wow, now you're just being cocky."
"What are you going to do about it Britt Britt?" She kept poking your chest and stomach, causing you to grow more infuriated by the second. "Huh? Do something Britt."
"Oh my god, you're so annoying," you breathed, stepping backwards quickly. She moved fast though, her fingers barely making contact with your body any more but still enough to cause you to explode.
You grabbed her wrists and spun her around, pushing her back against the side of the building. She gasped as her back hit the brick wall and you glared at her, then looked down at her chest.
She was panting.
"Do something Britt," she repeated softly. You glanced at her eyes again and shook your head slightly.
"I don't kiss on the first date," you muttered, stepping away from her. You turned to Santana's car and it clicked in your brain what an idiot you were. "Crap! My car, I left it at the restaurant."
"Guess I distracted you good huh?" She said smugly. You glared at her and faked laughed, before settling into her car. She drove you back to the restaurant and before you got out, she trailed her fingers over yours lightly, affectionately. She used her free hand to pull a piece of paper from the glove box and a pen.
She handed it to you after a few seconds and pursed her lips shyly. "That's my address, if you need anything. I had fun tonight."
You stared at her. "Me too," you mumbled. You took your hand from under hers and thanked her for paying again, reminding her that the next round was on you. She just laughed and watched you leave. Once you were in your car you looked over to her but she had already gone. You stared down at the piece of paper, then shook your head and shoved it in your pocket.
Tonight was more than fun. It was probably your favourite night so far in LA, despite the first date with Marisa. Santana made you feel incredibly secure, you didn't expect how much you'd long for her when she wasn't around.
She lingered on your mind the entire drive home.
x
You tossed and turned, but it was no use. Luckily you didn't have work tomorrow so you got up and went to the kitchen to make a cup of tea. As the kettle whistled obnoxiously you leant against the kitchen bench and realised just how damn awake you really were. Marisa messaged you earlier asking if the trolls took you away and you chose not reply because you knew she was just drunk. You felt bad for leaving your date of course, but you gave it a shot and Marisa was far too complex. Santana was as well, but you enjoyed her complexity. There was just something addictive about her. She'd talk about herself just as Marisa did but you'd pay attention to one and not the other. Marisa wasn't for you and that was okay. You'd just continue exploring your complex relationship with your boss.
It was two thirty in the morning and the entire population of LA, old enough to drink, was probably out partying or just getting home. You stared at the floor wondering if you could…No that's stupid. She's probably heading into work at some unthinkable hour in the morning so she'd be fast asleep.
The whistle stopped and your mind was clear, almost. "Screw it," you whispered to yourself, stomping back towards your room and changing into something warm and comfortable. You tied your hair into a bun and put some sneakers on before running out of your apartment to your car. Of course you grabbed Santana's address beforehand, that being the only thing on your mind since you returned home.
It took eleven minutes to reach her house. It was quaint and not extravagant like you had assumed it would be. Of course she could have a dozen houses all over LA, even internationally.
You chewed your fingernails anxiously, then forced yourself to stop a minute later. Inhaling deeply you stepped out of your car, locked it and scrunched the piece of paper with her address on it into your pocket.
You didn't even know exactly why you wanted to come here. Fair enough you couldn't sleep, but normal people would take a pill or watch a long ass film like Titanic in order to force themselves to sleep. You scampered up the driveway and rounded the corner to the front door. There were floor to ceiling windows all around the home, just like her office. Her office seemed a lot bigger though.
Deciding that you really had nothing to lose, apart from your dignity, you slammed your knuckles against the door and waited. After a minute you heard the lock on the other side of the door jingle and eventually you were met with Santana, in nothing but a robe.
"Britt?" She seemed wide awake too.
"Sorry I —"
"Come in, its cold." She closed the door behind you and then pushed her wet hair to one side. "Sorry I just got out of the shower."
"At this time?"
She shrugged. "Couldn't sleep. I'm guessing you couldn't either."
You shook your head and she nodded understandingly. She asked you to follow her and you were directed into a neat, vintage decor living space. Everything about this woman surprised you.
"Sit down," she offered. You sat on probably the comfiest couch ever. "I was going to make some hot chocolate. Want some?"
You nodded eagerly. "Yes please."
She giggled. "I'll be right back."
Your intention wasn't to have Santana in another room, making you a hot chocolate. You wanted to talk to her, more, it was almost a desperate need just to hear her reaffirm that she liked you. A lot.
You stared ahead at the coffee table, which had some business magazines resting on it, along with a few DVDs. Santana had obviously tried a few remedies in order to force herself to sleep. You were surprised she was awake enough to shower. Maybe she had been over thinking about tonight, just as you had been doing.
It was comfortably warm in her home, so you removed your sweatshirt and placed it next to you. You kept tensing every time you heard a noise behind you. Your palms were becoming sweaty and toes flexed unconsciously.
"Here we go," Santana announced, causing you to jump slightly. She handed you a mug and you forced a smile, before moving down the couch so she could take a seat next to you. She placed the mug to her lips and watched you. "You're nervous."
"I seem to always be when you're around."
"It's very endearing Brittany," she replied.
You chuckled nervously and turned your gaze towards the television, which had been muted before you arrived. You had no idea what you were watching, but when Santana un-mute the show, you instantly regretted giving it any attention.
It was a French film. It was explicitly showing two females have sex and while you were intrigued, you were also uncomfortable watching this beside a woman you desired to experience the same passionate evening with. Santana seemed to grow nervous too, so she switched the television off all together.
"So," she breathed, "what made you come here?"
"I like being around you," you breathed sharply through your nose, "makes me feel like a girl again, like my body wakes up."
Santana stared at you sincerely. "You could have anyone you want, yet you're here with me."
"I just," you inhaled slowly, closing your eyes, "I can't explain it, but I don't think I can just be your friend."
You swallowed the last bit of your hot drink and were about to place the cup down, when Santana offered to take it. You thanked her and she left, walking back towards the kitchen. Your head was a mess. You couldn't explain anything properly, even though it felt like you could detail everything you felt for your boss when you were alone at home.
You were sure Santana had other options, people that admired her and weren't afraid of her enough to actually approach her and flirt. She didn't admit that, but judging by her extraordinary looks and intelligence, you assumed that she was idolised and desired.
You were in her home though, she admitted to liking you. You couldn't waste anymore time.
You got up and walked in the direction of the kitchen, noticing Santana facing away from you against the sink. She placed each mug on the bench to dry and you approached her quietly. Just as you reached up to touch her, she turned her head slightly and inhaled sharply.
"Oh Britt," she turned forward again, sighing, "did you want another one?"
"No," you murmured, running your fingers down the length of her arms, which were covered by her silk robe.
"Well s-since you're here," she gulped, "how about we discuss some tasks for next…" She trailed off when she felt your body make contact with hers and you leaned in to breathe against her neck.
"I don't want to talk Santana," you whispered. Her fingers shook slightly as you guided your hands into her own, hugging her now. You sighed into her neck and she tilted her head sideways and closed her eyes. She breathed slowly as you unravelled the tie around her waist, connected to the robe she was wearing.
The front of it fell apart and you fingers made contact with bare skin, causing Santana to release a short moan. It spurred you on, so you bravely raked your hands up her stomach, effectively loosening the grip you had on her hands, until you could grab her breasts.
She arched slightly and you massaged them, your fingers closing over her pert nipples. You pushed into her, causing her to catch herself on the bench in front, placing her palms firmly on the edge of it. She arched a little more and her ass hit your centre then slid up slightly.
You moaned into her hair, then gripped her breasts harder, before trailing your fingers lower until you met the crease between her thighs and the deliciously shaven mound. You had her cornered against the bench, but it didn't seem like she wanted to escape anyway. You pushed against her again from behind and she released a choked moan.
Neither of you articulated your feelings through anything but sounds of pleasure as you continued to body roll against her. She responded by pushing back just as hard and languid. The friction between your pussy — which was only covered by light fabric — and Santana's ass caused an electrifying feeling to run throughout your body. You felt the lips of your pussy soak and spread in your underwear. You groaned as one of Santana's hands reached behind you, grabbed your thigh and lifted it slightly.
"Uh fuck," you whispered harshly. Your slit rubbed vigorously against her ass and you were so close to screaming. Santana rubbed backwards into you up and down, hard and fast, and the change of pace encouraged you to match it.
Your bodies had been rocking together for so long you barely knew where you stared and where Santana ended. You felt so in touch with her, emotionally as well as physically. You had been feeding off each other's pleasurable noises.
You couldn't help but bite Santana's neck when you reached your climax. She squealed and clawed at your thigh, causing you to wince during your orgasm. Your body convulsed against her as she tried to catch her breath, her body straightening in order to soothe her lower back.
She turned around and all you saw was her cleavage, abdomen and the pussy your fingers were just millimetres from. She bit her bottom lip and smiled up at you, suddenly feeling a little shy. She brought the robe together, covering up her bare skin which disappointed you, but also made you curious.
It felt as though it was your first time touching each other. Judging by the silence and intrigued stares, you weren't sure whether Santana was satiated or tired.
She stepped forward, her face an inch from yours. "Stay the night."
"Are you sure?" you asked shakily, still recovering. You squeezed your thighs together as she wrapped her arms around your neck. She looked all over your face and then seemed to study her hands which were running through your hair at the back. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly and she inhaled slowly, contemplating something you weren't sure of.
"Um, actually," she let go and bowed her head, "since this is kind of new, how about we rain check for another night." You pouted slightly, but didn't want to seem defeated. You nodded and ran your hand through your hair. Santana noticed your disappointment when she looked up at you and pinched her lips together. "I'm not backing out Britt," she confirmed, "It just dawned on me how affectionate I was being with you and I'm not used to it, so please give me time."
"Of course," you replied softly, leaning forward to kiss her cheek. "I'll see you Monday."
"I'm sorry it's almost four am and I'm practically kicking you out." She tangled your fingers together as you walked to the front door.
"It's fine," you chuckled, "I'd rather you be ready than force yourself."
Santana sighed. "Trust me I want it, I want you. It just feels real now, I mean, we're not in an office or a gym fucking with each other in a taunting way…"
"I know," you nodded, "do you like it better this way though?"
She smirked. "I do." She squeezed your hand and you exchanged one last smile before running to your car to escape the cold. As you got home, you found yourself yawning as soon as your head hit the pillow.
Meanwhile Santana headed back into the living room after you left, immediately noticing your sweatshirt you left behind. Santana had never been sentimental or romantically inclined, so she forgot how good it felt to actually want to be with someone. She carried the sweatshirt to bed and cuddled up with it as she drifted off to sleep.