Prompt From: Brittana For
Santana was lying on Brittany's bed, taking in the surrounds that seemed to be so natural to her over the span of almost all her life.
From the floral walls to the pictures that were plastered all over them. Everything in the room seemed to be the same as it was when she was last in it a little over a year ago. There wasn't even any new notches on the headboard of Brittany's bed, which put Santana's mind at ease knowing that nothing too serious happened between Sam and Brittany.
She took a deep breath and rejoiced in the feeling of knowing that Sam really wasn't anything special to the blonde.
She unfortunately ended up getting caught up and began to count the notches on the bed for the hundredth time. 30.
Santana began to glare softly at the bed and the small, barely visible, initials under each of the markings. She knew that she was going to be the last notch that would ever be carved on Brittany's list for the rest of her life, but it sometimes made her feel insecure. Although, she did know that it was kind of her own fault.
Sex isn't dating.
I'm not making out with you because I'm in love with you.
I'm only here because Puck's in the slammer.
I'm going to write an awesome heterosexual song about Sam.
Santana sighed and began to pick at the small slits that were engraved in the wooden bedpost. She rubbed furiously on them like they would magically disappear if she brushed over them enough… They didn't.
Santana was so caught up in trying to magically make the markings go away that she didn't feel the bed dip slightly behind her.
Brittany slipped into the bed behind her, softly wrapping her arms around the Latina's waist and leaning her head on the crook of Santana's neck and shoulder.
"What are you doing princess?" She questioned while watching Santana slowly still her movements.
"Uh, nothing Brit." Santana said while beginning to turn her body to face the blonde.
"Doesn't look like nothing." Brittany responded while running her fingers over the notches on her bedpost as well.
"It's nothing Brit. I promise baby." Santana said softly while leaning forward to kiss Brittany's lips. "I promise that it's nothing."
"Are you sure San?" Brittany asked examining Santana's face, knowing that the woman was lying. Brittany kept her hand on Santana's face to keep their faces close together, Santana began nodding her head softly while whispering "it's nothing."
Brittany sighed and nodded her head, kissing Santana again softly on her lips.
"Lets go to bed baby. We got a long day of trying to help Berry and her sad little gay tomorrow." Santana said while pulling back the covers and waiting for Brittany to lye down under them. She quickly got situated on the blondes chest and kissed her neck softly. "I love you so much Brit."
"I love you too San." Brittany said softly while rubbing the smaller womans back.
The two soon drifted off into a blissful sleep, tangled in each others arms and the patter of their light breaths on each others body.
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It was two nights later that Brittany caught Santana doing the same thing.
Brittany had left the room to use the bathroom quickly after she and Santana had finished making love. Santana, obviously, hadn't been expecting the blonde to come out of the bathroom so quickly.
Brittany softly tip toed up to the bed to watch Santana's actions a little closer than she did the night before. She watched Santana's hand rub over the markings and her lean forward to inspect them closer.
Brittany noticed how every visible muscle on Santana's bare body tensed while she looked at the markings. She continued to rub over them, her arms were moving so fast that it looked as if she could have started a fire.
Santana mumbled something softly that Brittany couldn't make out and crossed her arms over her chest while taking a deep breath. She wouldn't take her eyes off of the engravings, it was like they were her enemy.
Brittany walked closer, "What's wrong baby?" she asked when she was able to completely see the scowl on her fiance's face.
When Santana's big brown eyes focused in on Brittany's face, her facial features immediately softened and her eyes locked onto Brittany's warm blue ones.
After all, Blue is the Warmest Color.
"Nothing's wrong Brit Brit." Santana said while wrapping her arms around the blondes bare body and pulling her closer.
Brittany leaned down and brushed some stray hairs out of Santana's face before looking at her with a concerned gaze. "You're not being honest."
"I'm fine Brit. I promise." Santana recited, just like the night before, she then placed a series of soft kisses on Brittany's stomach that was level with her mouth causing the blonde to smile softly.
Santana grinned at her and dropped her hands lower on the blondes backside, squeezing softly while planting more kisses around her abdomen causing Brittany to moan softly.
After a few minutes, Brittany was lying on the bed with Santana straddling her and looking at her with a large smirk on her face. She leaned down and kissed the blonde softly.
"I love you, Santana. You know that, right?" Brittany asked her after the kiss broke.
Santana sat up straight and looked down at the blonde with an eyebrow raised. She turned her head to the side and talked softly, "Of course I know that Brit. I love you too."
"I've loved you more than I've ever loved anybody in this whole world Santana." Brittany said while softly rubbing the Latina's thighs.
"And you're my favorite person in the whole world." Santana responded, barely above a whisper.
"I know." Brittany said quietly. "Why are you so worried about the tallies? You have nothing to worry about honey."
Santana sighed softly before curling up to lay her head on Brittany's chest to listen to her steady heartbeat, it always calmed her down.
"I don't know." Santana spoke softly.
"Yes you do San. Come on, talk to me baby." Brittany said while rubbing Santana's back with the pads of her fingers.
Santana took a deep breath, "I don't know Brit. I know that it's my fault that you slept with most of those people because of all of the stuff that I said back in high school.. and when I told you that you needed to so that nobody would know what was going on between us."
Brittany kept rubbing the Latina's back so she knew that she could continue talking.
"I know that in high school we've gone through a lot and everything and we've slept with a bunch of different people and stuff….I don't know. I just, I don't even know what I'm saying, it's stupid." Santana quickly cut off, feeling that it wasn't her spot to say something about what they've done when it was her fault that it even happened.
"Honey, you know I don't like that word. And it's not, just tell me about what's on your mind." Brittany consoled.
Santana sighed. "I don't know. I just, I wish that we didn't sleep with all of those people. I don't like the mark counts." Santana said, barely above a whisper.
Brittany didn't say anything, for lack of knowing what to say.
"I mean, you've had so many different things and I probably don't even please you as much as I could." Santana finished.
Brittany began drawing patterns on the small of Santana's back with the pads of her fingers.
"Why are you so insecure San? You've never been when it comes to sex." Brittany asked cautiously.
"I don't know. We're going to be together for the rest of our lives and I guess, I just don't want to not be enough." Santana whispered.
"Santana, you're more than enough for me. Never think otherwise." Brittany tried to reassure her.
Santana shook her head softly.
"San, baby look at me." Brittany said softly. Santana turned her face so that her big, brown puppy dog eyes were locked onto the soft and welcoming blue ones. "Santana, you will always be more than enough for me. Always. More than half of those notches on there are only because you were in the room too."
Santana continued to look at Brittany with sad eyes, before taking a small intake of breath.
"You've always been my favorite. You always will be my favorite."
Santana was quiet for a moment before placing her head back on Brittany's chest to continue listening to the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. It was a few minutes before Santana spoke up, "Then why aren't my initials on your bed?"
Brittany began to rake her fingers through Santana's hair. "You're just now noticing that?"
"No." Santana began, "I noticed when we were still in high school...But I just didn't think it was my place to ask."
Santana felt Brittany smile at the top of her head, "You're not on the list because you've always meant so much more to me than just a lay Santana. From the first time we had sex, it felt like making love to me and that's how it's going to be for the rest of our lives. I wouldn't ever put your name on that list, all of those people are irrelevant to me."
Santana looked up at Brittany to see if she was indeed telling the truth.
She was.
"Nothing will ever be able to compare to me and you in between these sheets. You were the first person who has ever made me feel so comfortable to have our first time in here. You were the first person that I've ever had sex with in here, and the last. You were the first person who I've ever made love to." Brittany whispered softly.
Santana tilted her head up and pressed her lips to Brittany's.
"I love you so much Brittany." She whispered, afraid that if she spoke any louder, this moment would be gone forever.
"I love you so much too Santana. I always will." Brittany responded.