The morning after was rather interesting, I would say. It turns out that Ashley got so drunk she could barely walk or even talk. Santana had a massive hangover and I kept teasing her about it. And the best part is… Quinn and Emily made out that night. It seems that love is in the air.
Or not so much. The ride home is actually kind of awkward.
"So… What a weekend, huh," Quinn breaks the silence.
"Yeah… Very eventful," Emily quietly agrees. Again, everyone lapses into an awkward silence.
"Come on… Am I the only one straight here?" Ashley asks out of nowhere.
"What are you talking about?" Santana joins the conversation.
"You can make fun of me for getting wasted, as much as you want, but I saw everything," she retorts. "Everything," she adds emphatically.
"We don't know what you mean," Quinn responds.
"Is that so? I saw Brittany and Santana practically having sex on the dancefloor, while you ladies were very busy petting each other," she now draws her attention to Quinn and Emily.
We all just sit there awkwardly. Wow, she does see everything.
"Fine. We made out, why is it such a big deal?" Quinn asks.
"It's not, damn it! That's the thing, it seems that you don't trust me with this kind of info or something. You can't even talk about it in front of me," Ashley says angrily. "And that goes for you, too, lovebirds in the front," she is now referring to Santana and me.
"Okay, you're right, I'm sorry, I didn't want to say anything just yet," Santana confesses. "Brittany and I… We… We have something going on," she mumbles and I realise that we haven't got to discussing the status of our relationship.
"Does it look like I'd care if you were straight or gay, or whatever?" Ashley asks.
"No… I don't know, all of this is very confusing," Santana responds.
"Well, I don't. I just wish for everyone to be happy," she says, as if disappointed.
"Don't be mad, Ash," Quinn gives a hug to her sister. "We can tell you everything. In very explicit detail."
"Ewww, no," Ashley scowls and all of us laugh. The awkwardness is gone, just like that.
"So, whose place should I head to first?" I ask in order to know what the plan is.
Santana and I drop the girls off at Ashley's and finally enter our building. While we are waiting for the elevator, Santana starts staring at me. It makes me feel weird.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" I wonder.
"I'm horny," she states nonchalantly.
"Oh," I can't think of anything else to say. I would, however, love to say something like let's do it but I'm not sure whether this would be appropriate.
We step into the elevator and I feel the air become hot and thick. We're just standing there without even looking at each other and, for an unknown reason, I get nervous. My palms are getting sweaty and the dead silence is a complete torture.
At last, we get to the right floor and I grab my keys. I have trouble unlocking the door because my hands are trembling. I know Santana is watching me carefully and this makes it even a more difficult task. Eventually, I succeed and we get in our place. For a moment, it seems that time stands still and neither of us moves. Ultimately, our eyes meet.
All I can register right now is that our lips crash forcefully and every single stupid fear goes out the window. She pushes me up against the wall and my back hits it pretty hard, which causes me to let out an involuntarily moan, experiencing both pain and pleasure.
"I want you, Brittany," she breathes before throwing her arms around my neck. "I don't care when, where or how we do it, for that matter," she says looking straight into my eyes. "As long as I'm with you."
Instead of saying anything, I pull her in for a passionate kiss, which elicits a loud moan from her. I reach for the back of her legs and lift her up, now assaulting her neck. I suck hard on it and I feel Santana strengthen her grip around my body. We manage to arrive at my bed and I put her down, not breaking our kiss. I land on top of her and she pulls my shirt off, so I immediately realise that there are definitely too much clothes around here.
"I don't like any kind of clothing," I blurt out and move on to slide Santana's jeans off her legs. I use the opportunity to get rid of my mine as well.
"It seems that we have much in common," she responds, tossing her tank top somewhere across the room.
I get back on top of her and she quickly unclasps my bra.
"Wow," she looks stunned and I smirk at her reaction.
"I want you completely naked," I say and it comes off as more of a demand rather than a request, so we take the rest of our underwear off.
"You're so beautiful, Britt," she tells me and I press my body against hers. I feel her arousal straight away on my lower stomach and, I swear to god, I might as well explode.
Our lips meet again and, this time, Santana bites my lower lip hard, so I slip my tongue into her mouth and I cannot get enough of her.
"Touch me," she breathes between our kisses. "I… I just can't take it anymore."
So, I obey and slip my hand between our bodies and start stroking her immensely wet center as I take her hardened nipple into my mouth. We both moan embarrassingly because it feels like heaven.
"Do it," she says huskily and I know exactly what she means.
I slowly slide two fingers into her and start pulling out and pushing back in, falling into a steady rhythm. She instantly arches her back and moans desperately.
"Fuck…" she murmurs and I go on with the decision to thrust my fingers faster. I'm satisfied with myself because it looks like that's exactly what she needs.
"Don't stop," she dictates. I wouldn't even dream of it. She shuts her eyes and firmly digs her fingers into my back, tilting her head slightly.
Seeing her like this almost makes me come but I want at least some kind of friction. No, I'm in desperate need for any kind of friction. So, I straddle her leg and start grinding into it and I swear I'm on the verge of losing it.
I thrust my fingers even faster with my palm rubbing against her clit and her moans become more frantic.
"I'm so close," she whispers and I can't even make myself utter a single word until I hear her scream my name. I curl my fingers inside of her and she shudders uncontrollably.
"Fuck!" I manage to let out and I also feel a wave of tingling pleasure go down my body.
I pull my fingers out and roll off of her because the earth shattering orgasm simply took away all my strength.
"Brittany, that was…" she just stops speaking.
"I know," I say taking a deep breath.
I take her hand into mine and we lie next to each other for a while in comfortable silence. That is until my stomach growls loudly. I almost feel embarrassed but Santana immediately lets out a giggle.
"I'm so hungry," I complain desperately. "Sex always makes me hungry. And sleepy," I admit.
"Yeah, so am I. Let's go find something," Santana suggests and we throw back some clothes on because it's getting cold.
We open the fridge and our faces become all scrunched up. There is some peanut butter left and a jar of pickles. That's it.
"I'll take the peanut butter and you get the pickles," Santana states and I elbow her playfully.
"Why do I have to take the pickles?"
"I don't know, you're the one always buying them," she shrugs.
We sit down and try to think of something. Obviously, pickles and peanut butter do not mix.
"What about your secret gummy bear stash?"
"Brittany, I do not have a secret gummy bear stash. You know exactly where I keep them and you're the one who eats all of them without asking."
"I'm so terribly hungry that I could write a poem about that," I say honestly.
"Really? And how would it start?" Santana wonders.
"I want food, I want kisses. Those are things that Brittany misses. I can see that there's no food. Maybe I should squeeze your boob," I recite proudly.
"Oh my god, Britt," Santana laughs wholeheartedly. "I knew there was a reason for me falling in love with you."
It takes me a few seconds to realise what Santana has just said. She loves me.
"I… Um…" she stutters and I know exactly how to respond to it. I don't even need time to think about it. I've never been so sure about anything in my life.
I come up to her and cup her face in my hands, with our eyes locked.
"I'm in love with you, too," I tell her and nothing else seems to matter.
Author's note: So, yeah, this was a tough one for me to write. I just hope I didn't do too badly. :D