I didn't sleep well last night after leaving Sam's house. I was restless in bed tossing and turning all night with the images of Puck and Santana floating through my mind. I couldn't believe she was hooking up with Puck. I couldn't believe she still went through with it knowing that I was there, in the same house just down the stairs. It was like she wanted me to know that they were hooking up, she wanted me to be jealous. Why was she toying with me?
I walked into the locker room of the dance studio and there she was standing in front of her locker with nothing but a black lace bra and black lace panties. My jaw dropped at the beautiful sight before me and I quickly took control of myself and closed my mouth so she wouldn't see me gawking. I turned away from her and walked over to my locker which was on the other end of the same string of lockers.
I tried not to look back over but I couldn't help myself, those abs oh my god those abs, not to mention her amazing ass in those lace briefs was driving me insane. The way her breasts peaked out of her bra perfectly showing just the right about of cleavage, there was no way I was going to make it through this rehearsal with these thought running through my head. She looked over and caught me staring so I smiled awkwardly and turned away as I pulled off my shirt and pants to change into some sweat pants and a wifebeater. I felt her eyes on me as well while I as changing and had a small satisfaction in knowing she couldn't look away either.
"Hey Britt Britt." She said when I realized she was now standing right next to me as I pulled my sweatpants up my legs. Thankfully, she was fully clothed so I didn't have to avoid staring down at her body while I talked to her.
"Hey Santana." I replied with a small smile.
"Sorry I ended up leaving while you were in the bathroom. I was tired of waiting around for Puck. I wasn't there for the reason Sam said anyways. I just needed to talk to him about something but I guess he was out picking up some slutbag so it's probably a good thing I left so I wasn't cock blocking." She explained. My heart started beating faster in my chest at the realization that the moans I heard last night were not Santana's. I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding and smiled at her.
"It's okay. I didn't know you left I just figured you were with Puck. I mean it's not my business if you were there for a late night booty call…" I said. Crap, why did I say that? Why am I acting like I didn't care if she hooked up with Puck because I most definitely do.
"Oh. I mean… I used to hook up with Puck… but I'm so over that. He's not my type." Santana said and then glanced up and down my body shamelessly.
"I didn't think he was your type either to be honest. I mean he's hot and all but he's kind of sleazy and you're like… well you're you. You're smart and funny and probably the sexiest girl I've ever laid eyes on… he's so not on your level, no offense to Puck." I blurted out before thinking. There goes that whole brain to mouth filter thing again. She smiled and looked down at her feet before returning her gaze to my eyes.
"Thanks B. You're smarter and funnier and way sexier." She said with a wink and then walked away strutting her hips. I will admit that I shamelessly checked out her ass while she walked away.
Rehearsal went by slower than usual with Santana shooting me flirty looks as she sang along to the music while we all danced around her. She was the main focus of the next performance. As if I couldn't keep my eyes off her enough already I was dancing around her and grabbing her arms and pushing and pulling her in the choreography. The sexual tension between could be cut with a knife. I was so happy to find out that she hadn't hooked up with Puck that I had forgotten any wrong thing she'd ever done and it was like she knew exactly what she was doing to me when her eyes watched me as she sang. It was as if she was only singing to me.
She was singing that love song from Selena Gomez first then she sang stronger by Kelly Clarkson and finished off the performance with an awesome cover of Nicki Minaj' Fly. I was amazed by her every time she opened her mouth it was beautiful whether she was talking, singing, rapping, it didn't matter what she was doing I was awestruck. When rehearsal ended I quickly made my way to the locker room and got changed hoping not to have a run in with Santana. I was too sexually frustrated to be around her right now, I might jump her instantly if she looked at me. I passed her on my way out when she was walking in and she seemed upset that I was rushing out so quickly.
My phone vibrated when I got into my car so before I started driving I checked the notification.
From Santana: You ran out so fast I didn't get to say goodbye. I was wondering if you wanted to hang out until our performance. –S
To Santana: I have some things I need to take care of but maybe after if we have time. I'll text you in a bit. –B
I was surprised by her invitation to hang out but I really couldn't handle being around her right now after such a steamy performance. I needed some time to myself so I could get this wetness between my legs taken care of. I wished she could be the one taking care of me instead but I knew that wasn't going to happen. I got back to my apartment spent a half and hour naked in bed relieving myself of the tension Santana had caused through out my body. After a few orgasms I decided to jump in the shower and get dressed. We had an early rehearsal today so there were still a few hours until our performance. I picked up my phone and noticed I had a text message.
From Sammy Boo: Hey. What happened last night? Did I freak you out? I mean you kind of kissed me first. –Sam
To Sammy Boo: I'm sorry. You didn't freak me out. You're a really good kisser. It's just… I can't get into anything right now Sam. I'm all mixed up and we're friends and I know you like me and I care about you but I don't want to get caught up when I'm not in it for the same things as you are. –Britt
I tried to explain without hurting his feelings. Sure, I liked him and yeah he was hot but he wanted more from me than I was willing to give to him. This is sounding familiar except I'm not doing this to be safe from getting hurt; I'm trying to save him from getting hurt because my heart is somewhere else. If anything happened between us it would mean so much more to him than it would to me. If Sam and I hooked up it would just be sex for me but for him it would hopefully lead to something more that I don't want. At least not with him, I was too busy daydreaming over Santana.
From Sammy Boo: I understand. I'm not trying to like ask you to marry me but I thought you liked me too. I wouldn't want anything to come between our friendship. If all you're looking for is sex, I'm down for that too just sayin ;] –Sam
To Sammy Boo: I'm glad you understand. Who knows, maybe I'll take you up on that offer someday, if you're lucky. ;p –Britt
I decided to see if Santana was home and if she still wanted to hang out now that I could think clearly without sexual fantasies clouding my brain. I walked out of my apartment and across the hall to her door. Before I went to knock I heard moaning coming from inside the door and this time I was positive they were coming from Santana. I didn't hear any other person making noise and I was grateful for that. I wondered if I should knock or just text her and go back into my apartment and wait. I decided to knock anyways. I slammed my fist loudly into the door a few times and the moaning abruptly stopped. I heard shuffling inside and a minute or so later a flush looking Santana was standing at the door.
I was sure she didn't know that I'd heard her moaning through the door and I was glad for that but she did look rather embarrassed.
"Hey San. Have you been exercising? Your cheeks are all rosy." I told her with an innocent smile.
"Y-yeah. Yeah I was doing a workout." She answered stuttering slightly. I had never seen Santana embarrassed and it was adorable.
"Do you still want to hang out or did you need to get back to your workout?" I said trying to hold back my giggles.
"Of course. Come in." Santana said before moving to the side and allowing me inside her apartment. She looked nervous and her hair was messy like she had just got done having sex. I was guessing that she was a little sexually frustrated after rehearsal too. I was thankful I wasn't the only one that needed a release. I felt somewhat bad for interrupting her.
We sat down on the couch and Santana turned on the TV. I sat on one end and she sat on the other both comfortably tucking our legs in towards the middle cushion. We sat in silence for a few minutes. It wasn't an awkward silence though like sometimes when you don't know what to say because you're nervous and it just stays quiet and you're wishing someone would speak. It was a comfortable silence, oddly enough after all the drama we'd been through since we met I really didn't feel like we had to say much sometimes. We just liked each others company.
"So-" We both spoke at the same time.
"You go." Santana said smiling at me.
"I just wanted to say that you were amazing today. Your voice is beautiful. I just know you're gonna be a star someday." I told her. She smiled and looked down at the couch bashfully.
"Thanks Britt. You're amazing. When I become a star make sure you're there to dance with me on tour." She said.
"Try and stop me." I replied.
We sat like this for awhile, our legs slowly stretching onto the center cushion and causing our feet to tangle into one another. It was comforting to feel her touch and to be able to sit and talk about nothing important. It reminded me of when we first met and how I knew we'd be best friends. She was right, everything got so complicated after we hooked up and I let it mess with our friendship. I wasn't going to lose her from my life all together. I wanted her to be mine but if she wasn't going to then I at least needed her to be my friend and I was happy that she was coming around again.
"It's already time to head back to work and get ready for the performance." Santana said looking at the clock. We got up reluctantly and walked towards the door. I was walking in front of Santana and I could feel her eyes on me. I knew this was going to be a long night after I remembered what our performance was.
We decided to ride together to work and Santana drove. We got ready quickly and hustled our way onto the stage with the other dancers. The performance was even more excruciating than the rehearsal because of the outfit Santana was wearing. She had on a low cut skin tight red dress that stopped just low enough to cover her goodies. I was distracted but I still managed to kill the dance routine.
After the show Santana found me in the dance studio locker room. Everyone had already rushed home so we were left alone. She walked up to me silently and grabbed the back of my neck roughly pulling me into her and crashing her lips against mine. It was just as amazing as the first time we kissed. The explosions were booming in the background and the feel of her lips on mine was pure ecstasy and my head was spinning. I couldn't believe this was happening.
Her free hand slid down my back taking ownership of my body and holding me hard against her own. Her tongue grazed my bottom lip and I quickly allowed her entrance to my mouth. Our tongues danced together as my hands slid down gripping her ass and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around my waist and grinded into me. She pulled away for a second and kept her forehead pressed against mine.
"You don't know what you do to me out there. I'm surprised I remembered the words to the songs with you dancing like that." She whispered.
"I'm surprised I remember the dance routine with you singing and dancing like that." I shot back at her. We reunited in a heated kiss just to be interrupted by a loud bang on the other side of the locker room. I quickly let Santana jump down from my waist and we put a small distance between us. I looked to where the noise came from and saw Jesse St. James standing there.
"Ladies. Don't let me find you in such a compromising position inside my locker room ever again." He said before walking out of the room. I looked at Santana and she was trying to hold back the laughter in her throat. Within a matter of seconds we both busted out laughing and she linked her pinky with mine guiding me out of the locker room.
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Snixxwanky: I love your reviews! Your ideas are great. Well now you don't have to be mad at Santana because it wasn't her in the bedroom with Puck. Brittany probably feels pretty bad about everything with Sam after finding that out.
Hoping I can get the visit from the girls into the next chapter or the one after. I can't wait for their visit I'm so excited to write it.
Can't wait to hear more from you little Brittana shippers. Did everyone see Ryan Murphy's tweet about equal brittana kisses to finchel in an episode next season? OMG!