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Chapter 10
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Brittany had fallen asleep in Santana's arms; her body lay still and at peace. For Santana, Brittany was like a blanket that protected her just as much as she did Brittany. She'd never felt more comforted or content, well ever since she'd had her run with her collage ex-girlfriend, Amanda.
She still remembers things even though she's tried to forget, tried to block them out of her thoughts. She doesn't miss her at all, maybe misses some things about having a girl like her but she doesn't miss the girl who broke her.
Santana was naïve at the time, believing that coming out of the closet was the most difficult thing to ever be done. It was hard, it drained her for years but breaking out and into the sunlight was one of the best things she'd ever done.
Most people don't tell you breaking up with someone who is your world and your life can be just as hard. How do you live with yourself when a part of you is missing?
Santana thinks back to how she coped with the pain. It wasn't pretty. She never thought she'd love anyone again – but along came Brittany.
They'd been parked in front of Brittany's house for a good five minutes. Neither Kurt nor Santana moves, heavy thoughts weigh on their minds.
Brittany stirs just a bit but quickly settles into sleep again huddled into Santana's chest. Santana just holds her, there's that feeling again the one she used to get when she was with Amanda. The feeling of having a heart so full of wordless emotion it could burst.
There are things she hasn't said to Brittany, not because she doesn't know they're the absolute truth but because it isn't the time. If they keep taking steps like they've done over the short weeks of knowing each other, Santana may as well spill the words she's only said to one person before. It scares her that they've come so far in such little time, how Brittany had claimed her attention from day one and how she couldn't go back even if she tried. She was in too deep before she knew she was in at all.
"Are you going to wake her up?" Kurt asks in a whisper so as not to wake up Brittany. She's snoring like a cat and doesn't look like she'll want to get up.
"Yeah, but I don't want to just yet."
"Ok," Kurt says after a moment of silence," because I have a favor to ask you."
"What is it?" Santana questions, her voice squeaks with interest.
"It's about Blaine; I can't stand to see him with his new boyfriend. Can you give him a message for me?"
"Where are you going?"
"Back to L.A. where it's safe for my heart to beat without fearing it'll die from too much stress."
"Kurt, do you still have feelings for Blaine? Be honest with me."
"I don't know Santana," Kurt cradles his face in his hands in an attempt to focus on finding an answer to the question that has been plaguing him ever since learning his ex-boyfriend had moved on. He truly thought he'd moved on as well.
"Do you get jealous of his new boyfriend? Speaking of which, from my observation, he's pretty much a crappy duplicate of you, Blaine certainly has a type."
Santana watches Kurt through the driver's mirror, looking for signs of resignation. He doesn't look all too happy, in fact he looks down right miserable the way he does every time the topic of Blaine Anderson comes up.
"You know it's ok to still have feelings for him. They never really go away and sometimes it's just the memories you wish could be real again."
"I've tried Santana," Kurt's voice is light, it cracks a little. "I mean Mace is a good guy but he's not like Blaine. He fits into my world now but sometimes I miss the sensitivity that Blaine had."
"People aren't replaceable Kurt," Santana says to him as much as to herself. Even now she knows Brittany is not a replacement for Amanda, she's different but better for sure.
Like Kurt, Santana may miss the confidence and natural charming personality Amanda had but now she wouldn't trade her for Brittany even if she came crawling back to her on all fours.
Brittany was a special kind of different, completely opposite of Amanda but she'd stolen her heart with her innocent smile and quirkiness.
"What did you want me to tell him?" Santana asks.
"Tell him, I'm happy to see him doing well and …"
"I'm not going to say that." Santana says bluntly. "You don't mean it; you can't even say it convincingly."
"You're right," Kurt chuckles bitterly, "I want you to punch him in the face and tell him breaking up with me was the worst mistake in his life. Also add that he can go to hell and take his pussy face boyfriend with him."
"Now that's what I'm talking about, I was almost convinced you were me for a second." Santana laughs and is glad to hear Kurt laugh with her.
"I didn't mean that," Kurt quickly retracts, "I mean I did mean it, but don't actually say that to him."
"I would have loved to but I won't," Santana affirms.
"How about I say you're glad to see him again but you had some major Fashion problems to iron out so you had to go back early." She suggests.
"That's, good. Thanks for doing this for me."
"Hey and you know, just for the sake of it. What if I tell him he's welcome to contact you any time he's in L.A.? I could give him a name-card."
Kurt's smile glows brighter than the street-lights.
"For the heck of it, I guess that would be ok." He replies, "you know I never fully appreciated your cunning, scheming ways until now Santana Lopez."
"Glad to be putting it to good use now that I've outgrown my high-school Top-Hoe faze."
"How about I give you a hand with Brittany?"
Santana's really tempted to stay the night at Brittany's request but she's worried about Mrs. Pierce coming home. It'd be an awkward situation Santana would rather not deal with.
"My mom will be fine, she'll even be happy you stayed over." Brittany murmurs, pajama's slipped on and making a bee-line for her bed.
Mrs. Pierce probably wouldn't have a problem with it but Santana feels she should be respectful of boundaries now that Brittany and she were together.
"I'll be back first thing in the morning to take you to school ok?" Santana kneels by Brittany's bed and whispers in her ear. She leaves little pecks on Brittany's jaw-line and when that's not enough she makes sure to kiss every visible freckle on Brittany's tired face.
"Don't leave yet," Brittany slurs. She clutches Santana's hand tighter.
Santana begins to hum a little. She's tired but she'll never deny Brittany's wishes for last minute companionship.
Brittany's grip loosens as Santana is just about to close her eyes.
Hoping to get home at a decent time and to get some sleep, Santana kisses Brittany's forehead one last time, smiling into the kiss.
"I love you," she whispers and finds she's not afraid to say it. Sure there's no one there but her and Brittany, but she said it out loud and it felt good like a burden was lifted off her chest.
Santana makes sure Brittany's door is locked before doing a security check of the first floor and finally locking the front door.
She looks at the key in her hand that Mrs. Pierce entrusted to her as if she had entrusted her precious daughter to her care. It surely felt that way; Mrs. Pierce never made a second glance in her direction when it came to her and Brittany's relationship.
Santana hopes she won't break that trust and that after Mrs. Pierce learns the truth, she'll still look at her in the same appreciative way.
As a routine the alarm clock goes off first at 5am and if Santana is too tired or too lazy to get up, she'll silence it with a trained hand. It goes off again at 5:30am and at 6:00 which is the absolute latest.
On days she gets up at six it a whirlwind of showering, jumping into the first suit chosen at random, putting on make-up while checking her mail, and grabbing a coffee to go.
Today was one of those days.
It's eight in the morning and testing starts at nine-thirty. Not only did she have her usual routine to go through, today she also had to make a detour to pick up Brittany as well.
She's out the door with her coffee attached to her mouth and her other hand exerting effort to get the gate since the automatic option was having problems working in cold weather. It is 8:45 and she's five minutes late.
Once her car is out, she runs to close the gate and lock it. She times every step she makes in her Marc Jacobs shoes, inwardly cursing herself for picking them today.
Five minutes later she's in front of Brittany's house honking her horn. Brittany appears wearing a thin jacket, a cute hunting hat and heart woven mittens. She's cute as a button but nothing beats her smile. She looks rested and Santana's glad that at least she's alert for today's tests.
Brittany opens the back door and throws her burlap sack into the back seat then climbs in beside Santana.
"Hey," She says, a cloud of condensed air forming.
"Hey yourself," Santana replies as she puts the car into forward motion. "Did you sleep well?"
"Like a baby, I had a dream you stayed by my bedside until you thought I fell asleep and then you left. Only, I wasn't really asleep so I followed you."
"Well, the first part pretty much happened. I left after you fell asleep but where did you follow me to in your dream?"
Brittany thinks hard for a minute, and then her eyes perk up, "Oh, you went to the library and once you found out I had followed you we reviewed biology and economics."
"Sure," Santana laughs, she's glad to know Brittany isn't a psychic and wasn't able to see any of the things she'd done in the past. "So does that mean you're ready?"
"I think I am actually, you were pretty tough with the questions and made me memorize the rules of foreign trade over and over again." Brittany says seriously.
"I guess you are ready then," Santana says as she parks the car near the school entrance in her designated spot. "We have half an hour till your exam time, do you want to go over anything else?"
"Can we do it in the old nurse's room?"
"Ummm….uhhh…Brittany," Santana pulls away as Brittany leans forward to connect their lips again.
Santana wholeheartedly agrees that fifteen minutes of making out is not enough, but if she wants to be professionally on time and if Brittany doesn't want to be late they'll have to stop.
"More," Brittany breaths heavily into Santana's mouth and she can't stop herself from giving in. When Brittany's kissing her, the things of the world are irrelevant.
Santana's pretty much given up on her hair that bunches up like tumble weeds after Brittany gripped and yanked her head west and east. There's no fixing what's already ruined, she finds that she doesn't even care.
"Britt, we have to stop." Santana gives her a final kiss and moves away before Brittany can grab hold of her.
They walk out into the hall flustered and out of breath but they both have satisfied smirks on their faces. Santana grabs Brittany's hand, a brave move to be doing at school where they could be caught, but Santana's confident no one traverses this forgotten hall.
It's when they reach the top of the stairs leading down into the fray of highschool life that Santana drops Brittany's hand softly. She pauses, not taking the first step down yet.
"Are you ready Brittany? I feel bad for not going over the lessons with you. I've been a bad teacher lately." She says with a hinge of disappointment in herself. If she was being professional she would have never let the day before an exam go by without hours of reviewing.
"I'm not totally unprepared you know?" Brittany replies, playing with the hem of her shirt when she feels the urge to lace her fingers with Santana's again. "I woke up to study this morning and I've been studying for today's tests ever since the day you inspired me to work hard again."
"I just wish I did more." Santana gives Brittany a half smile knowing Brittany won't want her arguing the same point over again.
"You did more than enough; you didn't even have to take up tutoring me."
"If I didn't than I wouldn't have gotten to know you."
"Stop smiling at me like that." Brittany ducks her head to hide the blush spreading across her face. It makes her want to curl into a ball and squeal when Santana looks at her like she's the best thing in the world.
"Well run along to your exam room then, no one's stopping you." Santana says patting Brittany on the butt. They walk down the stairs together, then with one knowing look and 'good luck' mouthed by Santana, they head their separate ways.
The classroom she's assigned to proctor is a chemistry test. The minute she steps in she commands attention and explains the rules.
The test lasts two and a half hours, all phones on her desk, no talking, no cheating, if anyone needs to go to the bathroom they're to put their test sheet on her desk and pick it up when they return.
Once she's made the instructions clear she waits for the students drop their phones off one by one and return to their seats. She tells them to begin.
Santana looks at the concentrated faces in each row. Some students bite their lips already overwhelmed by the questions. She remembers her EP chem. Class and how she topped every class. It wasn't easy but she worked hard.
Her philosophy to life was 'work hard and play harder'. She excelled in both which put her where she is today.
She focuses on the students, waiting to catch any wrongdoer, especially the kids in the back who don't think the teacher can see them.
Unexpectedly, her phone buzzes. Her eyes drop from the students to the caller ID lighting the screen. It's an unknown number.
She's tempted to disconnect the call when she remembers that she's been giving out her number to people recently, people who aren't on her call list so naturally their names wouldn't show. She decides to accept the call and strides out of the classroom.
"Hello?" She hears and deciphers the voice as Quinn. It's got that nasal quality that is accentuated even more through the wire.
"What's up Q?" Santana responds making sure she's not speaking too loudly.
"Nothing much, the Lima Bean extravaganza is underway. Everyone's taking advantage of the free coffee, except for Beth; she's on her third cup of cocoa smoothie with Oreos."
"You really do sound like a mom; I have to hear the whole story sometime." Santana laughs at how she's known Quinn for so long but hasn't been privy to one of the most essential stories of her life.
"If you're free this afternoon we could catch-up, last time in L.A. we didn't really have a chance. We were either drunk or you were getting on the plane to fix the shit you made."
Santana would have felt insulted if it came from anybody else, but she knows Quinn and they've always been straight-forward with each other. That was the beauty of their friendship, they could say it how it is and not worry about hurting the others feelings because both knew the other girl was doing it out of love and concern.
"Sure, this afternoon sounds great. You choose the place. I'll be free after 1:00."
"Sounds like you have lunch plans," Quinn chides.
"Of course I do," Santana says as if she's stating the obvious. Like Quinn should just know she'd be having lunch with her girlfriend because that's what girlfriends do.
"It's nice to see you happy again."
"Thanks Quinn," Santana says, "Text me the place. Bye."
Brittany's waiting for her outside when Santana finishes collecting the test papers and slips them into an envelope.
"How was Biology?" Santana asks as she walks with Brittany to her office to lock the tests away.
"I'm pretty confident. I think I got at least a 'B'."
"That's awesome Brittany. It sounds like you won't be needing me anymore" Santana closes her office and checks the time.
"True, I can probably get along fine now but I think I still want the extra lessons. I'm sure there are other things you can teach me." Brittany sticks her tongue in her cheek to keep herself from sticking it out.
"Well, well, aren't you being bold Ms. Pierce. What do you expect me to do with you when you say things like that at school?"
Brittany just shrugs but displays a satisfied smile knowing she's got Santana wound up.
"To the cafeteria?" Santana asks
"Yep."
Brittany goes to the line. Today the cook Mr. Krelle has made apple pie, coleslaw, and pudding, all of Brittany's favorites so she piles up good asking for extra which Mr. Krelle gives willingly. Most girls her age want the least amount possible in their endless pursuit of the perfect body.
Santana passes and waits for Brittany at the corner table. No one dares sit with her which works to her liking.
Brittany sets down her overflowing tray and takes a seat opposite Santana. She gets out her Introduction to Economics textbook and places it on the table next to her food.
While Brittany eats, Santana flips through the chapters Brittany will have to know to pass the test. It totals five chapters; Santana knows this because of Brittany's post-it's sticking out at the beginning of each chapter with the main points of that chapter written down in bullets.
Under each topic, Brittany has underlined the important concepts and slipped in between the pages of each chapter is a colorful mind-map full of lines, pictures, graphs, math formulas and giant asterisks'.
"You weren't joking about studying were you?" Santana shuts the textbook impressed.
"Nope, totally serious," Brittany says, mouth full of pie some of which is smudged on her cheek.
Santana's about to extend her arm across the table to wipe the glob off her cheek but stops mid way and pulls her hand back swiftly when she sees someone standing behind Brittany.
"Hi Ms. Lopez," Max beams too happy for Santana's liking, "Hey Britt," his voice softens and he almost looks shy."Can I sit with you?"
Santana doesn't believe he dares ask when everyone else knew to stay clear.
Brittany reluctantly scoots her tray over so he can put his next to hers.
"How was Biology this morning?" He asks, paying Brittany his full attention.
"Oh, you take it too Max?" Santana says
"No, I have some friends who have a test today and I remembered Brittany took it too."
"It was fine." Brittany answers shortly.
"Cool, uhhh,"
Santana wants to laugh at his efforts, she can't even be annoyed at him hitting on Brittany – he has no game.
"You reviewing for Economics?"
"Yep," Brittany continues to sound uninterested.
"It's nice of you Ms. Lopez to tutor Brittany. I wish I had someone to help me." He says to Santana.
She nods and returns her eyes to Brittany licking fudge off her lips in a very sensual way. She kind of wants to know what it tastes like on Brittany's lips.
"Hey Britt," Max tries to get her attention, "there's going to be a party again Friday night, I wondered if you'd go with me since last time we skipped for Burgers."
"I probably can't, sorry Max" Brittany says. Santana smiles, she was wondering how Brittany would handle the question if it ever came up again.
"Why?" Max says a little too sharp and too loud. Santana nearly gets off her ass and lashes out at him.
"I'm not going to be your date."
"I don't understand Brittany; all the mixed signals are confusing!"
"There are no mixed signals, only what you want to believe. Tell me one thing I did that confused you, because I made it clear we weren't going to be more than friends!" Brittany shouts back. Her hands act in sync with her mouth in a desperate attempt to make Max understand that he's got it wrong.
"Ok, you flirt with me all the time," He crosses his arms.
Santana is one level of mad away from dragging him out of the cafeteria and throwing him out.
"I'm glad I make you feel special but I don't feel anything towards you." Brittany bites back.
"You kissed me after our date."
Brittany instantly turns towards Santana to gauge her reaction. She can tell Santana has her hands folded under the table, trying not to lose her cool.
Santana's face flushes with surprise then quickly becomes neutral, but her eyes turned to stone.
"…I," Brittany swallows, "It wasn't a date, it was dinner as friends."
"Please, I paid for the meal. Besides, when the waiter said we were a cute couple you didn't correct her and if I remember correctly you turned all red and had to hide your face. What am I supposed to think?" Max turns his body in towards Brittany and tries to take her hand but she moves it away. He's not as worked up as before and actually looks kind of sorry for shouting.
"Nothing, can you just go?" Brittany glues her eyes to the table.
"I don't know what is wrong with you, but you're being weird and childish" He slaps the table before getting up and whisking his tray along with him.
"Excuse me," Brittany says, avoiding Santana's gaze as she gets up and marches in the direction of the bathroom.
"Are you going to explain to me what's going on Brittany?" Santana knocks on the only closed bathroom stall. "I'm not mad at you for kissing him; I know you had a reason to."
She's not very convincing but right now Santana will say anything to get Brittany to open up.
"I just…can I talk to you later?" Brittany sniffles.
"When is later?"
"I don't know."
Santana knows she's not getting anything out of Brittany. She's waited for her an hour already.
Her phone reminds her she has an appointment with Quinn at the Bakery House in half-an-hour.
"Britt, your test starts in half an hour; do you want to do a last minute review?"
"No, it's alright," Brittany says.
It's more than Santana has heard in a whole hour, she's glad at least Brittany is still alive in there.
"Ok then, I have an appointment with Quinn. I'll be back before you're done for sure." Santana says as she slides Brittany's sack under the door, "I…I love you Britt, good luck on your test."
She feels bad for leaving Brittany the minute she walks out of the bathroom. She's tempted to go back and plead for Brittany to at least give her a good bye kiss but a group of girls appear, so she walks off hastily.
Quinn is waiting for her at a window table when she arrives. There's no sign of Beth which strikes Santana as odd.
"I got you a Frapuccino, you always liked them," Quinn greets Santana.
"Thanks Q," Santana takes the opposite cushioned seat. "Can I have one of those Danish's?"
"By all means, I ordered for you too."
Santana nibbles on her pastry while waiting for Quinn to say something. "Where's Beth?" She asks.
"She's with Puck for some daddy time; he just got in this morning and whisked her away to ice-skating."
"It's Puck isn't it?" Santana guesses.
"Yeah, things haven't been so great for us."
Santana chuckles humorlessly, "what'd he do now?"
"You know, things haven't been going so great for me." Quinn begins, "Ever since Mercedes has become a big star, her label has been pressing her to get a 'real' PR and Management team. Mercedes of course resisted the idea from the start; I have connections in the Music Industry and can pretty much convince anyone to do anything."
"So what's the problem?" Santana takes a long gulp of coffee.
"Lately they've been turning up the pressure and Mercedes may be forced to do as they say."
"You mean, you're possibly going to be fired soon."
"Yeah."
"I wouldn't sweat it," Santana shrugs. "You're smart and pretty and as you said, convincing; you'll get another job in no time."
"That's not what I'm worried about, I'm worried I won't get a new, good paying, job in time"
Santana's eyebrow quirked, "In time for what?"
"In time for the court case, Puck's pressing for sole custody of Beth."
"Seriously!" Santana outright laughed. "He wouldn't win with the best lawyers on the planet."
"That's not the worst part Santana. I'd be more willing to negotiate something with him, maybe give him more time with Beth if he really was sincere. Apparently, taking sole custody over his illegitimate child is a PR move and I can't go along with it. Even though he is good with Beth and he loves her, he's doing it for all the wrong reasons."
The situation really did look twisted now that Quinn had explained.
"There's always a way to go against the machine Quinn," Santana states, "I know it's not common to win but this is a case about a child, thus it's much more fragile. Most of the time the favor falls with the mother."
"I just don't understand Santana," Quinn huffs, "Why does he have to be such an asshole? Aren't there other ways to clear his image?"
"Is that what this is about? Making him look like a gentleman?"
"He got a the lead role in a huge block buster, it'll pretty much make him an A-lister right up beside Zac Efron and Chris Evans. His PR wants to have the best image possible which means erasing his former 'playboy' image. He's even getting engaged to Emily Fields. It's a win-win situation for them."
"I …I can't say I'm shocked, I mean he would do that for fame." Santana says, "but I am a little surprised."
"I don't know what to do Santana." Quinn's head drops along with her voice.
"They have to take Beth into consideration don't they? She'll choose you and it's not like you'll be in a bad position to take care of her. If you can get a decent job and show that you have can provide for her, you have a chance."
"What if I don't though? I can't let him take her." Quinn nearly sobs, her tears fall like she's already cried a thousand times over the possibility.
Santana never thought she'd see this Quinn. In high-school, Quinn didn't even want Beth but now she was a blubbering mess over her. Time changes people she supposes.
"I'll talk to Puck the first chance I get, maybe I can help him see beyond only his selfish needs."
"You'd do that? I just needed someone to talk to Santana, you don't have to fix this, it isn't your problem." Quinn dabs her eyes with a napkin and takes a deep, calming breath.
"Quinn, I want to help," Santana affirms.
They chit-chat for a while about life after collage until Santana's phone buzzes alerting her it's time to pick Brittany up.
"Go," Quinn all but orders, "don't keep her waiting for me, you've done more than enough. Thanks for being here for me."
Santana says it's no problem. She's kind of glad to not be focusing on her life for a moment.
They hug warmly and kiss each other on the cheek in farewell.
Quinn makes Santana promise to come to dinner again later in the evening.
She hurriedly slams her door, her car beeping as she's halfway across the parking lot.
Kids filter out every door of McKinley, blocking Santana from making a quick path to Brittany.
She keeps her eyes open for the tall head of blond hair but has no luck. She runs into the teacher finishing up in the classroom Brittany is supposed to be in.
Mr. Ramirez says Brittany was there but left earlier than all the other students. Santana immediately fishes out her phone to check if she missed any calls but it's clean. She finds Brittany's number and waits to hear Brittany's voice.
She's mad Brittany didn't call her, thinking Brittany's going overboard with the silent treatment.
The call goes to voicemail, so she tries again.
This time Brittany picks up.
Santana has half a mind to get an explanation out of Brittany but her anger fades at the sound of Brittany sniffling.
"San, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, I'm at the park will you come, please?" She sounds broken, it breaks Santana's heart.
"I'm coming Britt." She swallows a hard lump.
Brittany's stuffing something in her pocket when Santana comes into focus. She can't help the smile on her face at seeing Santana.
Santana marches up to Brittany, shoes sinking in the snow. They're not made for walking in snow but she's not letting them slow her down from reaching her target.
Not even the freezing snowflakes can come between the warmth they share when Santana embraces Brittany.
For a long while they don't say anything, just hold onto each other tight as they feel for the first time the joy of reunion after separation.
"You scared me Britt, don't do that again." Santana whispers.
"I'm sorry, I…have to tell you something but I'm sorry." Brittany whispers back.
"Ok," Santana pulls away but finds Brittany's hand, "let's talk."
Santana offers Brittany hot chocolate and then sits next to her in silence. Brittany hadn't said anything in the car and Santana didn't press her to.
"I'm sorry for everything today, where do I begin," Brittany breaths in the scent of chocolate, resting the cup on the shelf of her lower lip.
"Begin with the marshmallow," Santana says.
Brittany smiles at her and sucks one into her mouth. "It's delicious."
"It's my specialty," Santana replies.
They sip alternately, stealing shy glances at each other till their cups are empty.
"Do you want more Britt?" Santana offers, but Brittany shakes her head.
"I need to talk now."
Santana nods, setting the cups on their coasters on the table.
"I'm really embarrassed about my behavior this afternoon." Brittany begins, "I know you won't understand but I couldn't come out. I wanted to but every time my hand reached for the door knob I was overtaken by this force, It sounds stupid but I don't know how else to describe it."
"You were scared," Santana offers.
"It happens when I'm nervous or overwhelmed. I can't control my body very well."
"I understand Brittany, but you could have told me."
"I know and that's why I'm sorry, I didn't try hard enough."
Santana opens her palm and Brittany slides her hand in easily. The touch puts Brittany a bit more at ease.
"I didn't kiss Max, I mean I did but like on the cheek." Brittany blushes, "We were just hugging after a really fun night of talking and I turned my head and I just kissed him. I don't know why I did, it didn't mean anything."
"Really? Is that why you're blushing?" Santana asks not unkindly.
"Oh, no I was just embarrassed I even did it. Like what was I thinking."
"Maybe you were thinking of me." Santana teases.
"I think I was." Brittany bites her bottom lip, "It would be nice to go out on a date with you."
"Don't tempt me Brittany."
"Also, I don't flirt with Max, honest. He was making up that bullshit."
"I thought so," Santana agrees, "I could tell he was making you a little uncomfortable."
"Uhh," Brittany thinks of what to say next. "Did I miss something?"
"Yeah, why didn't you call me?"
"I knew you'd be mad at me, I needed sometime to be with myself and think. I was sitting in the snow and I was thinking about if you didn't come for me. I thought about if you didn't want me anymore, if you woke up and realized how silly it was to put so much effort into me. Then you called, I missed the first call cus my finger kept missing the button."
"How…" Santana's brow wrinkles. She scoots closer to Brittany somehow hoping to erase such stupid fears.
"I realized then that I was being incredibly stupid I thought. What if I lost you because I didn't let you know how much you mean to me?"
"You mean so much to me Santana," Brittany's eyes brim with emotion, a single tear escapes which she quickly brushes away.
The simple words prompt Santana to bring her hand to Brittany's cheek. It's a little sticky from her dried tear.
"Britt you mean the world to me too, I wouldn't take the risk if I didn't think you were worth it. I love you, remember?"
Slowly, Santana closes the space until their lips are an inch apart.
"I love you too," Brittany says as she presses her lips against Santana's.
Santana moves her hand to the back of Brittany's neck. She surges forward pressing them together even tighter.
She's nearly lying on top of Brittany now, pushing her into the couch with her weight. Santana draws out every kiss, wanting more yet wanting this moment to last forever.
She's wrapped up in Brittany's arms, there's nothing to get between them or stop them. There's just their two body's molding into one.
Santana feels Brittany nipping at her bottom lip; the small action drives her insane. She wants to feel that all over her.
"Clothes," She barely manages to say when Brittany's hand creeps up the front of her form fitting shirt and undoes the top button.
Santana shifts her body up so Brittany has room to work all the while continuing to slather Brittany's mouth with deep open kisses.
Fingers drift up and down her stomach, barely touching her skin but the sensation is incredible. She moans, not able to contain the way Brittany is making her feel.
They separate for a moment for Brittany to sit up and pull her shirt over her head. It's not anything Santana hasn't seen before but it excites her every time. She just wants to kiss over every part of her perfect, athletic body.
"You're driving me crazy," Santana pants as begins to kiss Brittany again.
She obliges when Brittany pushes her shirt down her shoulders.
Brittany's angling for a deeper kiss so Santana tilts her head and opens her mouth, teasing Brittany to lick her, kiss her, take her breath away, make her melt with the flick of her tongue.
And Brittany doesn't disappoint.
It's seriously the best she's had in a long time, even though Brittany is inexperienced, her passion makes up for it fully. All Santana knows is that she can't get enough.
Brittany's hands are cupping her breasts, rubbing her over her bra. Her buds are hard as rocks and sensitive to Brittany's touch.
Her palms press against Santana's chest fully, massaging the flesh and feeling the beat of Santana's heart pumping hard and fast. She slips her hand under Santana's bra and presses firm.
Santana feels it immediately. Her back arches as her lips disconnect from Brittany's. It's too much and not enough at the same time.
Brittany's unoccupied mouth lowers till it's sucking Santana's supple breast. She alternates between kisses and sucking the flesh till it turns a deeper shade and every touch sends Santana into another series of moans.
"You're fucking good at that Brittany, Oh my god," Santana squeals as Brittany moves to the other breast and manipulates it in the same way.
Santana thinks she may black out from all the pressure building in her lower abdomen.
The way this is headed, they're going to be at it for a long time so Santana suggests the bedroom.
She leads because Brittany has never been in her house before, the girl is kind of awed at how big it is and how much stuff is in it.
It's taking really long to get to Santana's bedroom although they've only been walking for a few seconds. Santana just wants to pick off where they started but Brittany seems perfectly fine dragging her feet and seeing the sights.
"Are you sure you don't live in a museum?" Brittany says, noting the gold carved picture frames displaying works signed by unknown artists. There are some plaques with Latin words written on them and statues of Jesus, Mary and other saints.
"I'll gladly give you a tour later Britt, come on," Santana tugs Brittany's hand a little harder and she gets the message.
Santana shoves the door to the guest room unceremoniously. The bed is always made, and even though it's a bit stuffy it's better than her messy room.
She doesn't bother closing the door when she grabs hold Brittany's hips and begins kissing her again. After a few lazy kisses Brittany pulls away, she rests her forehead against Santana as her hands remove Santana's bra completely.
Her hands take but a second to cup Santana's breasts again, squeezing them like soft dough that fills her whole hand.
"Have I told you your boobs are perfect?" Brittany says as she keeps touching them, making Santana's nipples harden and her need for release strong again.
"Please Britt, kiss me," Santana whines and is awarded with a small peck. Brittany wastes no time in dropping to her knees and bringing her hands up to the zip on Santana's waist.
She moves it down till it's at its end then wriggles her fingers into both sides of Santana's hips. She shifts the material down Santana's legs slowly as if revealing a never before seen masterpiece.
Brittany takes her time kissing up Santana's strong, tanned legs. They're so long they go for days but Brittany's glad to make the journey.
Santana doesn't know how to breathe anymore, the way Brittany is so reverent of her body like it's the most expensive sculpture in the world renders her speechless. All she can do is feel the way Brittany kisses her skin fully, closing her eyes as if she's tasting the most succulent of fruits.
"I want to show you how much I love you," Brittany whispers as she reaches the covered apex of Santana's center.
Santana runs her fingers through Brittany's messed up long hair, tilting her head back so she can see her angelic face. She grazes the back of her fingers on the edge of Brittany's face, down her jaw to her chin pushing up a little telling Brittany to stand.
Brittany uses her hands on Santana's waist to help her up and is met with a long kiss on the mouth. Santana's run out of patience, she makes quick work of Brittany's shorts and long stripped socks she loves to wear and then pushes Brittany on to the bed a little roughly.
She sits between Brittany's open knees and pulls off the last pieces of clothing, discarding her own ruined underwear. She stops for a minute to enjoy the view as she sits on her shins, she can see everything and everything is beautiful. She snaps out of her trance and crawls up Brittany's body, pushing her further up the bed till her head rests on fluffy pillows.
Slowly, she kisses a trail up Brittany's ripped body, she feels the muscles contract under her touch and smiles knowing how she's affecting the girl. She reaches Brittany's mouth and resumes kissing her fingers skim back down over Brittany's stomach right to her core.
She starts a rocking movement, slowly with one finger first all the while watching Brittany's face for signs of pleasure or pain.
"More, more," Brittany pants, it turns Santana on even more. She seeks to ease her own ache so with her free hand she grabs Brittany's right one and moves it to her center.
Brittany, getting the hint, smirks and enters Santana with two fingers knowing she's been ready a long time.
Santana thinks Brittany's fingers are the eighth wonder of the world, they're long, lean and fill her good. Just the visual of Brittany fucking her hard is nearly enough to send her over the edge.
She takes it up a notch by pressing her thumb against Brittany's clit in a circular motion. Brittany shuts her eyes, mouth falling open as she gasps for air.
"Santana, I…" Brittany let out a high-pitched moan.
Santana let her down gently. She kissed the sweat off Brittany's long, stretched neck until she reached her ear.
"I love you, I love you."
An hour bleeds into another till Santana feels she really can't go anymore. She loses count of how many times wound her up hard and snapped her good.
Brittany falls asleep in her arms, chest pressed against her chest, and her breath a soft rhythm in her ear.
She wakes up to a dark room. Her phone isn't around so she has no way of knowing the time.
It's downstairs on the coffee table, she remembers now. Thinking of the living room brings back visuals of how the afternoon began.
She smiles because it was totally unexpected, they were talking and then they kissed. From there it just happened and Santana has never been gladder her logical mind took a vacation.
Without waking up Brittany, Santana gets out of bed, wrapping a towel around her to shield her from the cold.
Her phone displays seven missed calls, and then she remembers dinner and her promise to Quinn. It's already six-thirty, completing her routine in half-an-hour will be a new record.
She returns to the bedroom to see Brittany is still sleeping so she takes a quick shower then quietly rummages through her closet for something to wear.
"Where are you going so fast?" Brittany says.
Santana turns to see her leaning on the frame of her open door butt naked.
"Britt, it's cold. Get your clothes on or wrap yourself with a sheet." Santana looks around for one and just decides to pull the duvet off her bed. She hands it to Brittany who's looking at her strangely.
"Are you panicking Santana, I thought you wanted it." Brittany asks softly.
Santana's brow furrows and then shoots up. "No, Britt…this is not what it looks like."
"Are we talking about the state of your room?"
The joke makes Santana smile, "I meant, I'm not panicking. I'm not going anywhere. Well actually I am, I'm going to dinner with the gang."
"And you weren't going to invite me?"
"I…you were sleeping, I didn't want to wake you."
"So you were going to let me wake up to an empty house, unable to walk home in the dark, and have to eat whatever leftovers you have in your fridge?"
"What? No," Santana shouts. "I didn't have a plan; I just knew I had dinner plans in half an hour."
"I'm just messing with you; I love it when you get worked up." Brittany says, giving Santana a kiss. "So can I go?"
Santana has a reputation of being on time, one which she pretty much ruined tonight.
She had no idea how hard it would be to do her 'get out of house' routine with Brittany there.
They ended up making out three times before they got out of the front door.
By the time Santana and Brittany buckle up, plans with Quinn had changed. They were headed to a popular club out of town, forty-five minutes away.
Quinn was mad they skipped dinner, but Santana is positive she won't forgive her if she misses the club too.
"What are you going to tell your mom?" Santana asks even though it's kind of too late, they're a third of the way to their destination already.
"I don't have to report to her all the time," Brittany rolls her eyes, "I'm nineteen, besides before I used to disappear all the time and she wouldn't even notice."
"And that's supposed to be a good thing?"
"It's how it is."
The club is vamped with music, dancing, drinking and sex when they arrive.
Santana winks at Brittany and says, "We're here just in time."
They show they're ID, Santana's real, Brittany's fake.
Kurt's jaw drops when they approach the largest joined table in the club, which is pretty abnormal considering he's gay.
"Whose clothes are you wearing?" His question is innocent and purely in the fashion sense.
"Santana's" Brittany replies. A few faces around the table turn into a smirk as heads nod in Santana's direction.
"Hey, Britts and I are getting a drink and doing a little dancing. See ya'll later."
Santana takes Brittany by the wrists and leads her to the bar. There's a line but Santana flirts her way to the front.
"Two margaritas please," she tells the bartender who decides it's his lucky day today. He's been serving mostly sweaty men, and Santana's show of cleavage is a sight for sore eyes.
She tells him to keep the change as she turns around and hands Brittany her drink. Brittany clinks their glasses together just for the hell of it making Santana laugh.
With alcohol in their systems the rest is pretty easy.
'Love Story' Taylor Swifts cheesy as fuck song is requested by a couple celebrating their engagement, Brittany takes the opportunity to ask if 'her lady would give her this dance.'
It's a good remix, Santana finds she doesn't mind the song nearly as much when Brittany is treating her to a waltz as if she were a princess. Not once does Santana lose her footing in Brittany's arms as she's swept across the dance floor by her Prince with the charming smile.
Every time the song changes they find a new dance, a new way to be touch each other, to be intimate on the dance floor without making it a public show.
Santana's happy to see the smile hasn't left Brittany's face all evening. She's feeling pretty good herself with all the sex, alcohol, movement and sappy love looks she's had.
The DJ switches to a slower song and Santana catches Brittany wriggling her eyebrows. Before she ask what it's for, she's being dragged to a secluded area of the club, one that Santana's not sure they're supposed to be in.
"Aren't these private rooms Britt?" Santana asks, looking at the thick bead curtains blocking out the visuals to the sounds coming from the other side.
"I have no idea," Brittany responds, "I only know someone wants to see you."
The wink Brittany gives her is unsettling. Random people begin popping into her mind. Could it be a one-night stand? A creep wanting a threesome? God forbid it be the manager of 'hooked' where she won a pole dancing competition. All the scenarios end up with her asking how Brittany would even know these people.
When she meets the person it's pretty anticlimactic. It's just Kurt.
"I got a text to come here," Brittany shrugs.
Santana wonders if she's playing naïve or if she really doesn't know where they are right now.
"It's all yours," Kurt hands her a receipt, "For helping me to be the bigger man."
"I talked to Blaine at dinner; He wasn't as much of a bitch as he pretends to be." He whispers.
"I'm happy for you Kurt." Santana pats him on the shoulder as he pushes them towards the arching entrance.
"Enjoy your night ladies."
The room is erotic in every sense from the color tone of the walls to the cushioned bed with bottles of various kinds lining its heading.
Santana wants to laugh. She never thought of herself as kinky but some bottles are begging to be tested.
There's the safe stuff like whipped cream, chocolate topping, and fruit jam, then there's the different lubes with cheesy names, massage oils and spice-based lotions.
Santana puts down a 'pepper' after reading how it gets you hot and 'feeling it' for hours after.
She looks at Brittany wondering if she thinks it's as crazy as she does.
Brittany looks intrigued but she's not rushing to undress or even making a move on Santana.
"Can we just lie down? The bed looks comfy, look how many pillows there are I mean who needs so many pillows?" Brittany asks.
Santana couldn't agree more.
They haven't been doing anything just lying in each other's arms listening to the music.
Brittany makes it a game of reading the instructions on some bottles that catch her interest. She puts on this voice that sounds like a sleazy informational off a porn site. Santana is cracking up in no time.
"It says to lovingly smooth the cream over his or her excited parts, making sure it jumps from the contact then you'll know they're ready for you, watch your lover melt at your touch. I'm not joking." Brittany says with an incredibly straight face
Santana's clutching her side because she's laughing so hard.
"I have to thank Kurt for this, really." Santana says slapping her forehead at the ridiculous situation she's in.
"I want to try it," Brittany wags a black and brown bottle in Santana's face.
"No, I'm not going to let you test it just to see something jump."
"Not that, this is just chocolate." Brittany rolls her eyes.
"Oh," Santana looks at the bottle. It's a food item so there are no provocative instructions.
"Give it to me,"
Brittany gives it to Santana who squeezes a bit onto her finger. She smears it all over Brittany's lips then lowers her own to suck it off.
It has the desired effect, Brittany is squirming with excitement.
"Ummm, tastes good on you." Santana licks her lips then smacks them.
"I wanted to try it," Brittany pouts.
Santana gives it back and settles down, puckering her lips for Brittany.
Instead Brittany lifts Santana's shirt and squirts the chocolate into the shape of a heart with an arrow going through.
Santana's surprised but watches Brittany use her stomach as a canvas. Her eyes lock with Brittany's as the artist lowers her mouth to her skin and licks the sweet concoction off of her.
She's so turned on.
Brittany finishes all the chocolate but she's nowhere near finished.
"Take your shirt of Santana," She says softly.
Santana acts immediately not caring what Brittany has in mind as long as it makes her feel the like she did a minute ago.
"And your pants," Brittany orders.
Santana's completely exposed but she's not embarrassed. How can she when Brittany's looking at her like she's Aphrodite or some other god.
"Now lay still ok?"
Santana nods, her breath hitches wondering what Brittany will do.
She sees that Brittany has a few bottles laying by her side, Brittany picks up the first bottle which is orange marmalade and begins drawing lines.
She puts it down and picks up another.
Santana can't tell what Brittany's drawing, only that it becomes more detailed with every switch of bottles. After awhile she isn't looking at her naked body anymore, but a beautiful painting.
"Nearly done," Brittany says, putting down the whipped cream. She draws very particular lines through the foam and repositions Santana's arms to bend down at the elbows.
"Let me take a picture," Brittany snaps a few, leaving Santana's face out.
"Care to tell me what it is?" Santana says, "I know these are wings."
"Yup," Brittany puts her 'art tools' back empty. "What else?"
"Fire? Clouds? Umm is that a sand dune over my…?" Santana chuckles
"I turned you into the four elements, also an angel," Brittany smiles proud of her work. "You want to know why?"
Santana nods.
"Well firstly because you are my whole world too and the world doesn't exist without the four elements, or angels; they're important."
Santana's grin widens into an uncontainable smile.
"And secondly, because you have qualities of the four elements in you. Like these clouds, you pretend to not care about people when you really do, they're not real but they are real. Like Fire, you're enthusiastic to do things when you want and you'll burn people who get in the way. Like water, you always have a careful plan, you're still but ready to become a surging wave when the time is right. And like earth, you're always focused on what's happening now."
"That…how can you see those things in me?" Santana shakes her head.
"I know people Santana; it's what happens when you have to fend for yourself at an early age. But do you want to know the best part of all this is?"
Santana nods silently.
"I love every single thing about you. Sure you're caring, passionate, smart and driven towards your goals but those qualities don't define you, just like your sun-sign traits aren't set in stone. You are so much more than you think you are Santana, and maybe you don't see it or don't appreciate it but I do, I love everything that is you."
"Brittany S. Pierce, it's your fault that I'm so emotional right now," Santana smiles through her tears.
Brittany smirks and gives Santana a long kiss.
"You're going to lick all of this off me." Santana says when they come up for air. She's been immobile for over an hour and right now she'd really like to continue making out with Brittany.
"Of course I will, and you're going to love it," Brittany winks.
Santana's cleaned off thoroughly. Brittany didn't miss one part of her body, and of course she loved every second of Brittany's lapping tongue.
She ends where she began, at the base of Santana's neck and works up to her lips.
Their lips meet and Santana can taste the mixture of everything on Brittany's tongue. It's a weirdly pleasurable sensation one that she doesn't want to end any time soon.
They're trading lazy kisses till Santana says she wants to shower.
When Santana comes out after only 10 minutes Brittany is gone. Her phone rings as she's pulling her shirt on and buckling her pants. She's already had two missed calls.
"Hey Kurt,"
"Hi Santana, I'm outside of your room can I come in? There's someone who wants to see you."
"ok," Santana hangs up. The curtains part and there is Puck, smiling.
"Oh, hi," she says and hugs him awkwardly.
"So, how's my homey been doing?"
Santana smiles politely and says she's fine. From the enthusiasm in his voice it sounds like he wants something from her.
"Where's the lucky whore? You kick her out already?" He laughs.
"No, actually I was with my girlfriend who I need to find right now. I know you want something Puck, make it quick." She says irritated.
"Ok, chill Lezpez I thought you'd be in a better mood after sex or maybe your girlfriend isn't good in bed."
"Whatever Puck, Brittany's better than you'll ever be."
"Nothing beats Puckerman,"
"Well then, you just got Pierce'd." Santana says smugly, proud to brag about her girlfriend.
"Yeah right, wait did you say Pierce?" The name perks his interest. "Are you seeing Brittany Pierce?"
"You got it, why, what have you heard about her?" Santana asks feeling that it won't be good.
Puck just laughs, "I've heard she's in high-school Santana, and aren't you a teacher? In the same school perhaps?"
Santana gulps, how Puck knows Brittany is beyond her.
"You don't look very good right now; let me tell you what I want." He smirks like he's sure she can't resist his request.
"I'm having a professional photographer take family pictures of me, Beth, and my fiancée."
"What does that have to do with me?"
"Emily Fields my fiancée can't make it, so I want you to stand in." He crosses his arms and waits for her answer.
"No, definitely not happening. I'm not going to have any part in helping you ruin Quinn's life or Beth's."
"Did Quinn tell you that? Because you're being a bit dramatic. Beth will be with Quinn just as much as she is now. What makes you think I want a kid in the house all the time?"
"You're taking this to court Puck, that's serious. And even if she's with Quinn, you'll have the legal upper-hand if you want to take advantage of using 'your family' for media exposure or whatever sick reason."
"She's my kid too Santana!" Puck shouts, "I'm not going to do anything that harms her. This is just convenient for me, it's not hurting anybody; I'm never going to use my daughter as an advantage over anyone."
"I don't believe you, people are unpredictable – especially fame whore's with no conscience to tell them what's right and wrong."
"I'm just asking you to stand next to me in a picture where half your face will be concealed with hair!"
"No, you're asking me to help you get custody of Beth which you don't deserve." Santana stands firm, "I'm going now."
She walks to the beaded curtains and pulls them apart.
"I'll tell everybody. If you don't help me, everyone will know about you and Brittany."
Santana freezes on the spot. He can't be serious.
"LA. Really has changed you hasn't it?" Santana spits. "You're doing the exact same thing Finn did to me in high-school. Think about that real good before you do something you'll regret."
"I could say the same to you Santana, you don't know how bad I want this and I'll make it happen no matter who I have to use." He storms past her without looking back.
Santana can't believe that Puck would out them to Lima. She shocked how people can change so much, Puck is no longer the guy she knew in high-school.
"I'll talk to him," Kurt rushes after Puck.
"Tell him he can go to hell, but I will never help him tear Quinn's life apart." Santana shouts.
After the words leave her mouth the seriousness of Pucks threat hits home. If he does tell, she and Brittany are going to be in deep trouble.
She really hopes she's doing the right thing and not making a foolish mistake.
So what do you think? Too much drama? There's more to come
