Chapter 7: The Difference
"Te amo," I whisper against her neck. "Te amo por siempre y siempre."
We some how snuck passed Britt's grandparents and got all the way to the dock of the lake. It's dark out but there's Christmas tree lights strung all over the dock railings and shack on the beach. It makes the sky seem like it has hundreds of stars scattered all over it.
"What does that mean again?" Brittany murmurs, her voice vibrating down her throat and against my ear.
I smirk and kiss her skin.
"I love you. I love you forever and always."
"I love you more."
"Sure. Let's not get into that fight."
Brittany sighs and runs her fingers above the waistband of my shorts. Her touch sets my skin on fire, a good, solid burning. It builds as she traces into a sort of comforting tickle. Except it won't throw me into hysterics.
"Do you wanna swim?"
It comes out of no where...well maybe not. We're sitting on the end of the dock, legs hanging over the edge. But it's dark and there's fish in there. Plus the water is colder at night and, even though I have my bikini on under my shorts and shirt, I don't really want to get wet.
Something was rattling and creaking. I furrowed my brow and opened my eyes. Brittany was impossibly close, her legs wrapped up in mine, her arms thrown around me, the length of her pressed against me...
"Sup, Lopez?" Puck snarled. He was looking out the security gate at the front of the store.
"What are you doing?" I asked, sitting up a little.
"Uh-just looking. There's a little fucker wandering around. I was trying to get him to come back, but the dude is like, deaf."
"Santana..." Brittany murmured into my shoulder. "Stay here."
"Sure Britt," I whispered, falling flat on my back again.
Puck smirked and rattled the gate again.
"Would you stop?" I hissed.
I felt Brittany's mouth curl as the words left my mouth.
"Stop talking and cuddle me," she whined.
I was uncomfortable. It was stupid and annoying, but I felt all prickly all over and I wanted to get up and stretch or something.
"Will you get up in a little?" I asked, feeling her fingers flex against my hip.
"Mhm."
Brittany tugged me even closer and I felt even more uncomfortable. It was like, claustrophobia. Fucking really? I was almost jittery and wanted to run off this nervous energy.
"It's not cuddling unless you put you arms around me too," she said pouting a little.
I obliged and turned on my side, our bodies sliding into place so perfectly I could practically hear the click of recognition of our bones.
"So while you two cuddle," Puck mocked, his eyebrows raised, "I'm going to search around this place. Maybe I can find some actual food or something...maybe a bathroom."
"Take your time with Puckasaurus," I scoffed.
"Shut it. I don't have a girlfriend to take care of shit like that."
My eyes widened as I shivered in Brittany's arms.
"That's so vulgar, you idiot."
Puck smirked, shrugged, winked, and then walked off.
"He just misses Quinn," Brittany mumbled. I glanced down at her and felt the shivers stop momentarily.
"What do you mean? They haven't seen each other since high school."
"Yeah, but they had Beth together..." She yawned. "There's still feelings there."
"Maybe."
She arched one eyebrow without opening her eyes.
"They're are. Kind of like...bald eagles. Except Quinn and Puck aren't bald—well, maybe Puck is. And Beth was when she first came out..."
I chuckled into her hair and felt her smile.
"Puck's half bald and I think Beth has hair now."
Brittany nodded.
"I'm going to get up now," I said, gently untangling myself from her arms.
"San, it's been two minutes!" Brittany whined softly as she tried to hug me to her chest unsuccessfully.
"You said we'd get up in a little while. I'm starving."
I quickly stood and worked out the kinks in my back and legs. I was immediately overcome with ease. The claustrophobia disappeared and I could breathe easily again. Now all I had to do was wander around to find an employee lounge and hopefully not run into Puck while he was thumb wrestling Puckasaurus.
I watched Brittany roll onto her stomach, her hair a little static-y.
"Do you want to come with me?" I asked pulling on my old cheer shoes.
She rolled again and watched me while lying on her side. I was weary of leaving her in bed in the middle of a store with a zombie wondering around. But the metal, security gate was pulled down. It couldn't get in. Shit, my brain hurt a little from worrying. I needed food and a deep breath.
"I need to sleep more," she mumbled, closing her eyes again.
"Okay," I said walking back over to her.
I wanted to hug her but was afraid the claustrophobia would come back. Instead I grabbed the blanket and tucked it around her. She hummed her approval as I pressed my lips quickly to her hair. It smelled nice and fruity. It was everything she smelled like in high school. It mad me smile.
"Te amo..." I whispered so softly I didn't think she heard.
The words slipped passed my lips so easily, my tongue forming the sounds too fast for my brain to register the meanings. Maybe Brittany forgot anyways. A part of me hoped she did, a part of me didn't.
"BRITTANY!" I screech before water envelopes my lungs. It's cold. Freaking cold!
"Brittany, what the hell?" I sputter through the water as I resurface. She's in the water too, a few feet away from me and swimming closer. She's dragging something behind her, but it's too dark to see.
"I wanted to swim!" she says, smiling. "You wouldn't have gone in with me so I threw you in."
"I know, I'm kind of in the water," I grumble, my lips forming a scowl.
"Aw, don't be mad," she coos. "Look what I brought!"
I can see the thing she was dragging behind her now. It's a black inner tube. That doesn't make being cold and wet any better.
"So? I'm soaked and cold and I'm getting out."
The sparkle in her blue eyes dulls as she pouts.
"San, don't be like that. Come on, you can sit in the tube first!"
I grind my teeth trying not to give in. Now we're both wet and it's late and getting passed her grandparents' is going to be a bitch. They're not that old, anyways. I bet they hear two sets of dripping bodies stumbling through the house, slipping everywhere and shit. Fuck. I'm going to end up wiping up all the damn water once we get inside too. Shit.
Brittany grabs my wrist and tugs me to the tube.
"Here! Get on and I'll pull you around."
"That's okay B."
She frowns and wraps her arms around my legs, literally throwing me on top of the freakin' inflatable.
"Oof."
"Now I can pull you around, just like a unicorn carriage!"
"Fine," I grumble as her fingers grip my ankle and she starts to pull me parallel to the beach.
The water is still cold and my foot is turning numb from it and the pressure of Britt's hand. The rest of me is warm, though. I'm starting to dry off too, which is like, the only plus of this inner tube.
"Lopez!"
I turned to see Puck jogging toward me.
"What?"
His eyes were serious and his jaw set.
"There's not another way out of here. We need to open up the gate at the front."
What the fuck happened that got him all antsy?
"Why? Can't we just stay in here where it's like, secure? We have everything we need. I just want to relax for a minute."
Puck cocked an eyebrow at me.
"You can relax, but I want to go check out some more stores."
I scoffed. If Puck wanted to be surrounded by zombies he could, but I wasn't going to help him.
"Okay, then go."
He grumbled and a vein in his neck stuck out. Why was he so fucking pissed off all of a sudden?
"Dude, just come check this place out with me, please."
"Really? You're begging?"
"Cut the shit and come check out the guns with me! I know you want to kill off some of that energy. Getting off with Brittany can't get out all your tension. I'll teach you how to use a gun and you can fucking blow some of these shitheads to chunks. Come on, Lopez!"
I rolled my eyes at him.
"I haven't done anything with Brittany. Only you could think of that while being attacked by zombies." Biggest hypocrite ever? Me. I won't deny it. Shit...I won't deny it to myself.
"Yeah?" Puck waggled his eyebrows. "Haven't done the dirty? Jesus. I friggin' left the whole damn area so you could make a move or something! Christ. You need to get laid, kid."
"Kid? Seriously Puck? Fuck off. I'm not helping you open that fucking gate and you can fuck off and out of my sex life. Culo agujero." (Ass hole.)
"Shit, Santana! I'm fucking joking, cool your tits. Maybe Brittany was a kick to your balls or whatever, but I'm trying to keep my head too, yah know? Stop, like harassing me in a language I barely understand, and come shoot things with me."
"No voy a dejar de acosar a usted en español. Es divertido. Puedo decir lo que me da la quiere. Por ejemplo, las bolas no han caído todavía." (I will not stop harassing you in Spanish. It's fun. I can say whatever I damn want. For example, your balls haven't dropped yet.) I smirked as Puck's eyes widened and that vein in his neck showed again. "Sure, I'll shoot things with you."
"Britt," I say.
She pulled me out kind of far into the lake. Sure, it's kind of a wimpy ass lake, but still I don't wanna be in the middle of it. I can still see the dock behind me, probably even without all the Christmas lights. The hand on my foot tightens and then slips off.
"Brittany?"
No answer. I can't hear any splashing either. I shoot up on the tube, frantically looking around me.
"B, this is so not funny!" I groan out, whipping my head in every direction.
"Can I come up...?" I hear.
I look over my shoulder to the awkward place I couldn't see before. There's Brittany, treading water like its her job, and pouting.
"What?"
I sound dumb. I really feel like whatever she just said flew over my head.
"Can I get on the tube too?" she asks, nodding her head once.
"Uh-yeah. Duh, Britt. Come here!"
Brittany smiles and latches onto the blow up. Cold water covers my body, again. I resurface, sputtering, and glare at Brittany.
"What was -pshhf- that?" I hiss, swiping the water off my face and out of my eyes.
She has an adorable pout-y smile on.
"Sorry," she whispers, grabbing the tube with both her arms and hoisting herself on top of it.
"How am I gonna get up there?" I ask, latching onto her knees that are hanging over the blowup.
"You're pulling us in!" Brittany says like it's the most obvious thing in the world. She wipes her wet hair back, it looks a shade darker than the normal, bright, bright blonde, and gives me a toothy grin. I'm so fucking whipped. It wouldn't matter if she asked me to walk her all the way to China. I would do it in a heart beat. No. Fucking cliches, I would do it in less time than it takes a star to explode...I think that happens really fast, right? I mean, it's not like I pay that much attention in astrology (why is that even offered at McKinley?), when I can look at Britt's legs instead.
"Fine..."
"I love you, Santana!"
"Sure..." I huff, turning around and grabbing her leg to start to pull us back to the beach.
"I'm having second thoughts about this..." I mumbled.
Puck was ripping the gate down to the mattress store. We were on the outside, me holding the crowbar and Puck with his gun in his belt. I had forced Brittany out of the bed, ("Santanaaa, I'm tired! ...Go fights gnomes by...yourself...") literally pulling her up and out of it. She was dreaming up some weird stuff. Well...normal for her, I guess. But now she was standing beside me, sneakers, pants, and jacket all on. Her hair was tied up in a bun and her blue eyes were heavy, but so, so blue! I wanted to drown in them.
"Half way?" Puck grunted, standing up. He was in just his cargo pants, boots, and a new, clean, T-shit.
"What?" Brittany asked, threading her arm through mine and resting her head on my shoulder. I was tense. I doubted it was comfortable for her. She could probably feel my stiff muscles even through my layers and sweatshirt.
"Half way down," Puck said, kicking lightly at the gate. "I don't think zombies are going to get on there asses and crawl under to get in. It's not like we're in there, anyways."
Brittany furrowed her eyebrows. (I could feel it against my neck, okay?)
"Don't some of them crawl around?" she yawned. "They do that in movies...right?"
I nodded.
"Yeah, B. I don't want to come back only to find rotting flesh all over my brand new bed."
I shook with the thought. Zombies still...made me want to puke or run in the other direction, but I wanted to try and be a better person. Damn. No I mean, like be able to protect myself and Brittany, and maybe even Puckerman.
"I guess," Puck said while pressing the gate to the floor with his foot. "It's just a bitch to lift up, dude. It might take a while and if some of them are following us...it might not be the funnest experience."
"Says the one who wants to run around and smack the shit out of every zombie's head with a crowbar," I mocked with a smirk.
Puck smiled, a stupid, too happy kind of smile.
"Let's go find that store again."
"I wish there was coffee..." Brittany mumbled as she stood up straight, but didn't drop my arm.
"Me too."
Now I had to find a coffee shop, or some way to make coffee. If Brittany wanted it, I would get it. Especially because I needed some fucking caffeine too.
I'm panting. Legit, I think my lungs are going to shrivel up.
"Thanks, San," Brittany says from behind me.
I nod and let her leg drop from my fingers. That swim was too much. My legs are almost cramping! That's the last time I ever sneak out with Brittany! Of course, that's such a fucking lie, but I can keep my stupid outbursts to myself. (Yeah, that means you, idiota...) I stumble up the beach and land square on my ass. The sand isn't as warm as I hoped it would be.
As I close my eyes I can see Brittany moving around, but I don't care enough right now to focus on it. I need to catch my breath.
"Here," Brittany says. "Get up."
I peek up at her and take a deep breath.
"Britt, I'm kind of busy dying here...so if you want...to see me in the morning...you won't make me...move."
I say it all between pants. God, what the fuck is this lung shit! Who the fuck needs oxygen that bad? I really shouldn't be this out of shape. Coach Sylvester beats the shit out of us every practice. She would have my head if she ever saw me hunched over like this. Fucking, scream some twisted insult in my ear. I'm surprised she hasn't given us hearing aids that scream her personalized insults to us twenty-four seven.
"No, I just want you to sit on the tube," Brittany says. And then she actually drags my body on top of the damn thing.
"B, come on...Stop."
Brittany just giggles, her blue eyes shinning even brighter in the unnatural star light.
"S, I just want to make you feel better."
I roll my eyes at her.
"No, seriously...Britt-Britt, I need to do nothing right now."
Brittany smirks at me and crawls in between my legs, which are propped up on the side of the inner tube. Her long, pale fingers grip my hips and pull so they're flush against her stomach, and my ass is on the side of the tube now, instead of my thighs.
My heart is pounding harder in my chest. Harder than when I was fucking dragging a hundred and twenty pounds through water.
Her fingers dance up my ribs and down to my knees. She has such a damn smirk on her face. I couldn't look at her without laughing. I bit my tongue to try and keep any noises in and try to close my eyes.
The darkness just enhances the tightening in the bottom of my stomach, the heat building down there, the way my body's shivering with anticipation.
"Just relax, please..." she breathes out against my stomach, which is still covered by my soaking wet tank top. Her fingers quickly slip under the fabric and coax it off my body. My eyes are still closed. My breath hitches when her fingers loop into my red 'Cheer' shorts and start to ease them off my legs. She puffs air down my stomach, tracing some of the visible muscles.
It's not like I have washboard abs or anything...So I have a four pack? I'm working up to Brittany's six pack, okay?
"Can we please shut the security gate?" I asked as we walked into the store. Why there was a fucking gun shop in the middle of a mall I had no idea.
"Yeah, yeah Lopez, hold on."
Puck looked up and then around the entrance.
"Is this is?" Brittany asked. She was holding a silver box with a wire coming out one end. The wire curled up to the top of the arched entrance and attached to a silver gate.
"Yeah Britt, push the button," I said.
"There's no button...it's just a slit..."
"What?" Puck asked, walking over to her. He grabbed the box from her hand and set his jaw.
"See?" Brittany said, pointing to whatever it was on the box. I took a step closer to them, but I didn't understand what the hell they were talking about.
"A key hole, Brittany," Puck said. "Like a lock."
"No. Shit. Where are we gonna find the key?" I asked, grabbing the box from Puck and looking at it. Fuck.
"I'll go back and see if there's an employee lounge or manager's office...you two look through the registers."
I gripped the crowbar tighter and dropped the silver box.
"Okay."
Puck nodded and took his gun off his belt.
"If you find it yell, okay?" I said as he jogged towards the back.
"Got it."
Brittany walked over to one of the registers and started looking through all the draws. I did the same at the one next to her.
"I found a bunch of keys..." Brittany said holding up a lanyard with a key chain at the end.
"Great Britt!" I said, my heart beat slowing. "Go try them out. I'll keep looking."
"Right," she nodded (with the cutest determined face on. Her lips drawn in a line and her eyebrows lowered and her eyes serious but holding innocence too. Lopez...grah you pussy!) and ran back over to the entrance.
I started ripping open draws at this register. There was only coin rolls, and paper rolls for receipts or something, and random shit like packs of gum. Why? Why do you need ten fucking packs of gum at your register?
I heard Brittany scratching the keys against the key hole. It wasn't that bad, but to my ears it felt like nails on a chalk board. Something just didn't feel right. It was in the back of my head and I couldn't shake it.
Until I heard Brittany 'whoop!' and the crank of the gate being lowered.
"I got it!" she yelled, holding up the sliver box up while still twisting the key.
"Awesome! Now we just need to get Puck."
Brittany nodded and focused back on the gate; which was more than half way down.
Kiss her. It was in my head. It was in my blood and heart and lungs and muscles. Why all of a sudden? I didn't know. I just knew that I needed to feel her. I needed to be able to kiss her and touch her and be so close to her.
We were safe now. If there was a zombie in here we would have heard it, or felt it. I swear to god I can feel when they're near. But that's just me being stupid. I can't.
Puck was in the back too. I could do it quick and it would be over. No. Not over. It would just start. I could start what we had in high school, I could bring it back.
The gate had a fourth left until it would be all the way down. I took slow steps toward her. Brittany wasn't even paying attention to me. It didn't matter because I knew she wanted this. I knew she wanted to be close to me too.
"I missed you."
She said it. Her words. Her thoughts, right from her mouth. Her wants.
The gate was starting to creak more as it neared the floor. A foot away now.
I covered the last few feet separating us. She still didn't look up from the key and silver box. She was so focused. It made my mouth go dry. I licked my lips, trying to keep everything moist. Not wet, because I didn't want it to be super intense. I just wanted to feel her and have her feel me. It didn't need to be desperate or clingy. It just needed to be me and her, touching the way we used to. Touching the way we're supposed to.
The gate hit the ground with a 'clump' noise and Brittany turned around. Her blue eyes widened and she smiled at me. I smiled back and grabbed the silver box from her hand, dropping it on the display shelf to her left. It clattered.
"What?" Brittany asked softly.
I grinned and shook my head, letting one arm snake around her torso.
One perfect, blonde eyebrow arched as she cocked her head to the side.
Please, please, please. Just do it. Just touch her already!
I leaned forward the slightest bit and wait to see if she would move. My stomach was in knots but there was a sweet tightness there too. My whole body was conflicted. Scared stiff and bordering on possible pleasure.
When Brittany didn't move I leaned in more. Her lips pouted out, adorably, of course. I took a deep breath, breathing in her exhaled air. It was warm and sweet, like the Lucky Charms she ate for breakfast, right before I dragged her out of the mattress store.
It barely registered in my mind or on my body that she had her arms wrapped around my shoulders or neck. I couldn't tell. All I could feel was her fingers gently curling around the back of my neck. Urging me? I didn't know. I just leaned forward.
She took a quick breath and closed her eyes and I closed my eyes. Our lips touched.
"Brittany..." I gasp.
She's pressing open mouth kisses all over my stomach. At the same time, her hands are finding my bikini bottoms and easing them down my legs. Her mouth is low on my stomach now, licking and nipping at my hip bone.
We haven't done this before. Oral? That's so...intimate. That's your mouth, something that does so much and can express so much, all over my sex, something that gives you pleasure. It's too sweet and too close to be anything more than love. We say 'I love yous' but that's just saying it.
I never even given oral...on anybody. I've never had it done on me either. The most I did was hand jobs and like, normal straight sex. None of it meant anything.
My bikini bottoms are gone. Brittany has her hands under my back, pulling my closer, her fingers splayed over the small of my back.
"Shhh," she whispers. "Can I do this?"
My eyes still closed. I can't see her face. I can just feel everything she's doing. It's working me up and I'm wet.
"...I don't..." I'm stuttering.
"Santana, it's okay."
I nod, but don't open my eyes. I grab at her biceps, because I need to hold on to something. Something solid that will keep me on the ground.
"I want you."
I breath it out, squeezing my eyes shut even tighter. I feel her breath closer to my sex. I feel her fingers dig harder into the skin of my back.
"I want this," Brittany says. "I want to do this to you, for you. I want you to feel this."
"Britt...you've never...?"
I peek to see her wet, blond hair whipping back and forth.
"No," she says. "But I want to try. I just want to taste you and be close to you. You pulled me around and let me pretend you were a unicorn...I want to do something for you too. I really want you, San."
My breath is coming out in pants. Holy shit. Holy fucking shit. That's so hot. That's so close. That's almost too much. Almost.
"Yeah...me neither. I-I love you."
It comes out shaky and soft and I can't tell if it sounds pathetic or sappy or real. Like I really sound like it's true. Like I love her. Because I totally do. I'm totally in love with Brittany.
"I love you too."
Her mouth covers my sex in her breath. Her fingers pull me closer to her lips and then the tip of her tongue is touching my clit. It's light. It's almost nonexistent.
I groan.
"Shh." Brittany croons into me.
It flutters everything down there. It touches everything and makes me squirm. I want something, I want anything. But mostly I just want Brittany to do something.
"B...please..."
She kisses me there. Her pink, sweet lips, touching to the lips of my sex. I can feel the twist of her lips and my heart stops thinking she doesn't like this. Maybe this is too much.
But then she kisses me again and this time her tongue peeks through, tracing things. Tracing wetness, and poking at my clit. My stomach is so tight and I'm so hot. I'm so damn horny.
"Britt I need you..." I moan quietly.
My hands are in her hair then as I close my eyes. It's too much to look at a starry night sky. I need blackness. I need to focus—ohh-on her.
Her tongue stick out then. Farther than before. Touching more than—ahh—before. She's inside me. The wet of her tongue, the smooth of her tongue slipping over everything. Her lips are spread around me too. Her nose pressed against my clit, sending shivers through me. My muscles are clenching and tightening.
I'm too close too fast.
"B...Britt-nee!"
She's pushing her tongue in so far and breathing out her nose on my clit. It's sensory overload.
"Empújelo más...-grah- Necesito que lo hagas más difícil."
Brittany groans against me and pushes harder. I feel like my eyes are rolling back in my head. But my eyes are closed. Everything just feels so hot, wet, and soft. Sometimes hard.
She curls her tongue and I am seeing stars, behind my eyelids. I'm making these little sounds. Little pant-y sounds. Something feels like it's clenching inside me. I'm so close. I'm right there!
"Más rápido,...por favor."
Brittany's finger comes up and circles my clit around her nose. It's quick and wet and hot.
"Dios, que se siente tan bien."
Brittany grunts and pushes in harder and her circles are faster and I'm gone.
"Fuck..!"
Brittany is still moving in me as everything in me just tightens and clenches and then everything's tingling. It's like my blood is pumping with love throughout my body. I open my eyes.
It's slowing down as Brittany pulls out of me and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. Air is heaving in and out of my lungs. But I need to hold her. I lean forward and grab her, slamming her into my chest.
She giggles and nuzzles against me. I just pant into her hair and squeeze her.
Hey so I am SO sorry for the...two week I think?...delay! Got to a place where i knew exactly what was happening next, but then I just couldn't get it out and make it sound right...sorry! I wanted to make it good for you guys. And then on top of that only like four people reviewed which didn't encourage me at all.
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