Tease: Chapter 10
Hey guys, so I have decided to stick this out and finish this fic as originally planned, but the updating will be sporadic since my writers block has been getting in the way of my inspiration. I'm so sorry for the inconvenience, but I am trying my best. Thanks for all the support.
This chapter is a more of a stepping stone for the next one, so I apologize if you find it boring. The next chapter will be steamy to make up for it.
Brittany bids Kurt goodbye on the phone before hanging up, rushing to the door of the apartment as Santana unlocks it to walk in, her face immediately lighting up as her eyes see the blonde skipping towards her towards her, arms stretched out for a hug.
"San! I'm so glad you're home I have some wonderful news to tell you about the wedding!" the dancer squeals in excitement jumping up and down in front of the Latina before pulling her into a bear hug.
"That can wait for one moment." Santana laughs at the blonde's bubbly attitude "I want some kisses."
Without another word Brittany lunges forward to capture the brunettes lips in her own, sucking her bottom lip gently as her hands reach around to tangle in the dark wavy locks cascading down Santana's back. The Latina responds with the same urgency, one of her hands cupping her blonde's face as the other rests on her hip. Their lips part from each other slowly as both pairs of eyes flicker open, light blue orbs locking to dark brown ones.
"Sanny, we are officially getting married in 2 months time." Brittany whispers, her blue eyes staring deep into her fiance's brown ones, the tips of their noses touching.
"Britt, that's so perfect. I'm so proud of you for doing most of the planning without my help." Santana says softly back to her blonde. "I'm so sorry I can't be more involved."
"Baby its okay, I know work's been really tough on you lately, since you will be away for 3 weeks on our honeymoon." Brittany shrugs pulling her head back a little. "Besides, I want the wedding scene I've planned to be a surprise to you."
"Britt-Britt, you're so sweet I'm so lucky to have you." Santana says, touching her nose to the blonde's again before placing a sweet kiss on her lips.
Brittany smiles into the kiss before releasing Santana from her grip, pulling her over the couch briefcase and all, draping her long legs over the shorter girls lap once she sits down before pulling her into another lip lock, sucking on the brunette's full bottom lip. Santana places her briefcase on the coffee table before her as the blonde kisses her, closing her eyes at the contact only to open them again once the kiss ends. With a sigh Santana opens her briefcase to take a pile of papers out with one hand, her other hand stroking her blonde's legs absent mindedly.
"What's that you got there San?" The dancer asks curiously her eyes straying from the TV to rest on the papers in the Latina's hands.
"Oh just some resume's" Santana replies.
"Resume's for what?" The blonde asks, still burning with curiosity.
"I fired Jane the other day." The Latina responds her eyes flickering up to look at Brittany. "I told her to cancel all appointments for the day we had that dinner and she didn't do it for whatever reason."
Brittany's eyebrows crease a little, her hand coming up to the back of her fiance's head to stroke her hair. "Did you get in trouble?"
"Yeah, my boss had a full on go at me this morning. Fucking Jane thought she could get away with it just because I didn't realize for two weeks." Santana says, anger growing in her voice as she spoke. "I swear she was out to get me fired."
"Sweetie, did you explain to your boss that you told her to cancel them?" the blonde replies in a soothing voice.
"Yeah, but you know how he is." the brunette sighs. "So I'm looking for a new person to fill in her spot, hence the resume's."
"Well I hope you find someone nice, who likes ducks."
Santana laughs, her anger disappearing at Brittany's statement. "Of course I'll choose someone who likes ducks honey."
A week later Brittany comes home from the dance studio to find Santana sitting at the table going through papers, with a woman sitting next to her, their chairs extremely close to one another.
"Hi San..." Brittany greets questioningly. "What are you doing home so early?"
Santana turns her head at the sound of her name a wide grin spreading on her face as she see's her blonde standing in the doorway, she gets up out of her chair to greet her with a hug and to the blonde's disappointment a quick peck on the lips.
"Hey Baby!" Santana says with excitement before turning to introduce her fiance to the other woman in the room. "This is Vanessa, she's my new assistant and the reason I'm home early, which is something I'm going to be doing more often since she has found a setup that will allow me to do more work from home."
Brittany's eyes look on the woman moving towards her and Santana, her long black hair curled perfectly at the ends, the curls bouncing as she moved. The blonde suddenly felt underdressed in her dance sweats after looking at the short black and not to mention tight skirt Vanessa was sporting. Her scorching bright blue eyes lock to Brittany's with a look that could only be described as pure loathing.
"Hello, it's nice to meet you" Vanessa says extending her hand towards the Blonde who takes it reluctantly before letting go quickly at the exchange.
"Uhm, Hi I'm Brittany." The dancer replies looking at the taller woman as Santana sits back down at the table to return to her work.
"I know who you are." The dark haired woman almost spits back before returning to her seat, scooting her chair a little closer to the unobservant Latina.
Brittany's eyes narrow at the scene before her, usually she got along with everyone but this woman she did not like, especially the way she acted around Santana. The blonde walks off into the bedroom to get changed out of her dance clothes, slipping into something a little more comfortable for home before walking out to sit on the couch and sit on the couch. The blonde watches TV for a few minutes, hoping that her brunette would soon join her for some cuddles, only to find that Santana was absorbed in her work, the woman next to her seemed to get closer and closer every time the dancer would turn to look, their hushed conversation sounding more like whispers then talking. Brittany listens in, curious to what they are talking about.
"Santana, if you could just sign there, I can post this letter to the client.." Vanessa tells the Latina handing her a piece of paper.
Wait, what? did she just use San's first name? Her other assistants would always call her Miss Lopez... Brittany thinks to herself, upset at the lack of Santana in her arms. I'm going to get my Sanny's attention. I want my cuddles, that paperwork and that woman can wait. The blonde gets up to walk back into the bedroom, catching a strange look from Vanessa.
A few minutes later the blonde emerges from the bedroom wearing a very tight fitting tank top with her favorite baby blue short shorts with ducks on them, showing of her long toned legs. Brittany struts out in front of the table where Vanessa and Santana are seated before sitting back down on the couch her knees brought up in front of her, causing the shorts to ride up even higher. From the corner of her eye she see's Santana's head shoot up.
"Baby? aren't you cold wearing that" The brunette asks, her voice slightly strained in a way that Brittany knew all to well.
"I felt like taking my dance sweats off and I guess I'm a little cold." The blonde responds making puppy dog eyes at her Latina, pouting her bottom lip in a way she can't resist.
Santana immediately gets up and almost sprints over to the dancer sitting next to her, wrapping her arms around the taller girl. Brittany drapes her thighs over Santana's lap, cuddling closer into her warm chest, her eyes flickering shut at the feeling. The blonde opens her eyes again when she feels another pair of blue eyes drilling into her from across the room, she slowly opens her eyes to find Vanessa death staring her, hands scrunched into fists on the table.
I can't believe this girl, why would she even think about liking Santana when she know's she's married? Well almost anyway. Brittany thinks as she stares back at the dark haired woman, placing a few kisses on her Latina's neck.
Brittany had never been a possessive person, but this was different, she knew that this Vanessa woman was going to try get Santana.
I don't want her fired, I do like having San home earlier...
The dancer pulls her head back, her hand cupping the brunette's face gently to lock their lips together, her eyes closing for a minute before opening to find Vanessa still staring at them through half slit eyes. Brittany depends the kiss feeling Santana respond eagerly before pulling away. Vanessa smirks.
Santana whips her head around to address her "You can go now, I'll see you tomorrow."
Vanessa's smirk is quickly replaced by a scowl as Santana turns her head back around to continue to kiss her fiance, she packs away some paperwork before getting up and walking towards the door, she quickly glances over her shoulder at the couple on the couch, still kissing passionately before walking out the door and shutting it quietly behind her.
If this continues I'll have to show her who Santana belongs to. Brittany thinks before loosing herself in kissing her brunette.
Over the next two weeks Brittany had been keeping a watchful eye on Vanessa and was now 110% certain that she had a massive crush on her fiance', which Santana still hadn't noticed despite the lingering touches, the staring, the first name basis and the way she would always try to get between her and the blonde, which thanks to Brittany almost never worked thanks to low cut tops and short skirts or shorts that would have Santana running over in a spit second. But over time Brittany's light teasing had been thwarted by Vanessa persisting she do more work, so now Santana spent most of her home time sitting with Vanessa at the table going through paperwork than getting her cuddle on with her blonde. Brittany had grown tired of the dark haired woman, calling Santana into work early and coming home early with her to stay for hours on end, stopping the dancer from enjoying the heated make out sessions she used to have with her soon to be wife every time she came home from work. Although Brittany did not want to get the woman fired she refrained from telling the Latina who she knew would fire Vanessa the second she was told.
On one particular night Santana and Vanessa sit at the table filling out paperwork as per usual with the blonde watching out from the corner of her eye from the couch, munching thoughtfully on biscuits.
"Ugh, its getting late and I'm exhausted. That's enough paperwork for one night Vanessa, I'll see you tomorrow morning." Santana groans as she folds her arms on top of the table before resting her head on them.
"Me too, we got heaps done tonight so I should be able to post most of this stuff tomorrow." Vanessa replies getting up from her seat to walk over the door. "Bye Sanny." She ads as she closes the door behind her.
The blonde on the couch freezes at the sound of the name she can only be allowed to use, the biscuit in her hand crumbling to pieces, waiting for her fiance's reaction only to find that she had fallen asleep with her head on the table.
Who does she think she is calling San that? Only I'm allowed to call her Sanny! She's mine! She's in love with me!After carrying Santana to the bedroom, slipping her into her pajamas and tucking her into bed, Brittany walks straight out the apartment door, grabbing her wallet and keys on the way out.
It's time for me to show Vanessa who San really belongs to... she thought.