AN: I'm sorry for not updating sooner. It's so hot here the thoughts are melting in my head, so for any mistake you can blame the heat.
"You pack a heavy punch." Says Santana as we slip into our respective seats of my car.
"Hm? Oh it's just a straight fist punch. Learned it when I was taking Kung Fu classes. It has some weird sounding name, but I was never good with memorizing those, you know?" I rumble as I start the car. The pain in my hand has subsided a little, so I'm okay to drive us to Casa de Lopez.
"You've been taking lessons in Kung Fu?"
"Yeah. A few years back. Don't tell anyone, but I'm a huge Jackie Chan fan." I whisper conspiratively.
She snorts loudly and mumbles, "Of course you are. Why did you stop?"
"You know, with school and basketball and dancing, I couldn't find time for it anymore." I glance over at her to see her nod in understanding and continue, "I think I'm getting a little rusty, though. I shouldn't have hurt myself in the process." I look over at Santana again only to find her staring at me with a raised eyebrows. "What?"
"So you should be able to beat people up without even hurting your hand?"
"Well, I'm against all types of violence, but yeah. True badasses don't break their hands punching people."
"Says who?"
"Says I, Brittany S. Pierce." I point at myself with my thumb.
"Seriously?" San looks somewhere between amused and annoyed.
"Yep. You know, you should write that down somewhere to save it for the future generations."
"You're ridiculous." She shakes her head and glances at me as I try to change the gear and end up wincing. "Do you want me to rub it?"
"huh, what?" I stare at her wide-eyed.
For god's sake, Brittany, get your mind out of your gutter. She's talking about your hand.
"No, no. It's fine."
"You totally thought I was offering handjob, didn't you?"
"What? No! Why would I think that."
"Why indeed." She says with a snort. Then she turns on the radio. Well at first I think it's a radio, but actually my GTA playlist comes on. Okay so maybe sometimes I like to drive around listening to it and pretending I'm playing GTA, so what?
Santana doesn't notice at first, but when after 'Don't speak' and 'Sleeping in my car', follows 'Black or White', she looks over at me with a laugh.
"This is what I think it is, isn't it?"
I shrug in embarrassed kind of way, "Those songs are really amazing."
"They are." She says nodding and starts to sing along with Michael Jackson. That's when I realize that there are so many things I don't know about my girlfriend.
"Oh my god, Santana, your voice is amazing!" I gush over her with awe. I don't know if I've ever heard voice as awesome as her.
"I'm aware." She says with a shrug like it's no big thing, but her smirk says she's pretty damn proud of herself.
"Oh, girls, you're back early." Mrs. Lopez greets us with raised eyebrows when we enter San's house.
"The party was lame," Santana says shrugging, "So we decided to move the fun to my room."
"You did?" Maribel asks crossing her hands over her chest, she looks kinda surprised and suspicious, "well the door stays open, and I'll come check on you in every twenty minutes."
"Oh my god. Not that kind of fun, Mother!" San hisses, her skin growing a shade darker. I think I'm missing something here. Wonder what kind of fun are they talking about.
Mrs. Lopez's shoulders visibly relax.
"Oh well then," she breathes out, "go have fun. Not too much fun, though." She adds looking pointedly at Santana, making my girlfriend roll her eyes. "Actually, are you two hungry? I could order pizza."
I haven't even noticed I'm hungry till San's Mom mentioned pizza, but now I feel my stomach make that weird grumbly thing it usually does when it's asking for food.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Santana claps enthusiastically, happy that the topic of conversation has changed. "You're the best, Mama." She kisses her Mom on the cheek.
Once again her Mom looks surprised and very much pleased.
"Okay." She says. "I'm gonna go order that pizza now."
My girlfriend nods eagerly and when Mrs. Lopez turns away she grabs my arm making me drop my overnight bag. However, instead of going in the direction of her room, she's shoving me to another room, which I'm guessing is her father's study. I mean there's a skeleton hanging on the hook. She practically throws me inside the room and closes the door, leaving it only tiny bit open so she can peek outside.
"Come here, you'll guard she door," She waves me over while I'm in the process of poking the skull in the eye. When I don't show up at her side she looks over at me and I grin and wave at her with the bony hand of the skeleton.
Santana rolls her eyes at me, "You know that thing is real right? You're touching dead person's bones."
"WHAT?" I jump away from the skeleton, but of course my foot had to get caught by the stand and the whole thing comes crashing down, making terrible bone-clicking noises. "Oh my god, it's coming for me!"
Damn my dad for giving me big feet! But then again, I'm pretty tall, having small feet would be strange.
"Shhh, shut up!" San glares at me bringing her finger to her lips. "no one's coming for your soul, except for me if we get caught here."
I look at her with wide eyes.
"God," Santana mumbles in annoyance. "Come guard the door."
I still don't know what we're doing in this room that needs conspiracy. Then it downs on me.
"Oh, we're playing spies?" I barely keep myself from clapping in delight, but I know this game. I know shouldn't make any noise.
"What?" She looks at me in confusion.
Okay, maybe not.
"Nothing." I snap my mouth shut.
I go over to where she stood only a second ago and look through the narrow gap. I can't see much, and honestly I don't know what I should be looking for. I don't even know what we're doing here, but I'm guessing we're hiding from Maribel, so without taking my eyes from the slit I say, "The coast is clear."
I hear her shuffling behind me. I turn my head and see that she's already reassembled the skeleton.
"Wow, you're fast."
"Keep watching the door." She returns to opening and closing the doors of her dad's cabinets and mumbling, "It's got to be here somewhere. Aha!"
I turn around to see Santana dragging out a huge whiskey bottle. My eyes grow wide. Are we really having a mini party in her room? Are we getting drunk? I better hold on to my clothes.
"Okay, we can go now." She says in a whisper after taking a huge gulp from the bottle and once again I'm being dragged out of the study and to Santana's room. I wonder if she knows I can walk on my own.
"Success!" She throws a fist pump when we reach our destination without running into her Mom. Her enthusiasm and adorableness make me grin. She cracks the bottle open and takes the another huge gulp, scrunching up her face in the process. She's so cute I almost swoon, but manage to hold it back.
I pull off my pirate's coat and hat and throw them on a chair in the corner along with my overnight bag and sit down on the carpet to pull off the boots. Getting those off can be a real pain in the ass. I think my dad got those from a real pirate from past century or maybe museum or something. Santana notices my stuggle and taking one more gulp leaves the alcohol on her bedside table and plops down in front of me.
"Here let me help."
Without waiting for reply she attaches her hands on my right boot and almost crushes my penis with her foot while trying to get a better leverage. The incident is avoided as I manage to direct her foot elsewhere. She doesn't even notice this and pulls the boot with so much force I almost fall over her along with the boot that went flying over her head almost knocking off the lamp on her computer table.
"Oh my god." She starts with a giggle and ends up with a full blown laugh, "did you see that? My aim's a little off. Come on let's try a second one now."
She does the same with my left boot, missing the lamp only by an inch.
"Dammit!" She curses. "You know what? Put those back on. We're gonna try again."
It's like she's drunk already. How strong is that whiskey? Now I'm a little terrified.
"Leave them before we break something." I drag her away from the boots and then pick them to hide them in her closet, away from her sight. When I look back she's already returned to her bottle.
"Jeez, San. Slow down a little," I say taking it out of her hands. At the rate she's going I'll have a passed out Santana in my hands in no time.
She pouts and opens her mouth to disagree, but just then she sways a little, "Maybe you're right." She sighs and plops down on the bed, sticking out her foot. I look at her with scrunched up brows, so she wiggles her foot. "C'mon, return the favor."
I laugh and pull off her shoes. She sighs, wiggling her toes and gets up to try to take off the corset, which I suspect is a little too tight. Because, ahem, boobs.
"Dammit!" She courses. I continue to watch her for some time, it's actually pretty entertaining sight, how she's trying and failing to get it off, but finally I walk over to her.
"C'mon I'll help." She's somehow managed to get laces on her back tangled up in a tight knot. "God, how did you manage to do this." I breath as I focus hard to untie the stubborn knot. She huffs, but stops wiggling around.
"Ugh, just cut it open!" Santana snaps impatiently when after five minutes of struggle the damned knot is as tight as it was in the beginning.
Her words make my head go straight to the gutter, which I'm sure you've noticed, has been happening a lot lately. I can't help it. I'm a hormone-ridden teenager with a smoking hot girlfriend telling me to cut open her corset.
"Brittany, snap out of it!" She says shoving a pair of scissors in my hands.
"Sorry." I mumble. How long was I standing in a hormone-induced haze?
"I though you said this wasn't that kind of fun, Mija." I hear Maribel's voice from the door just as I cut the laces.
Santana scrambles away from me, "It's not, Mami. Britt's just helping me-"
"I'm just teasing, Santana." Mrs. Lopez holds up her hand and chuckles. I breath in relief. I think I understand now.
"Anyway, your pizza's here. Do you want to eat it here or downstairs?"
"We'll eat here." Says Santana. "I'll be down in a minute."
Maribel nods with a laugh and leaves.
Santana looks at me and then our eyes fall on the bottle on her nightstand, which thankfully went unnoticed.
"That was close." San breathes.
"Yeah."
"I'll be right back."
Ten minutes later we're laying on her floor eating pizza and drinking Coca-Cola. or more accurately whiskey-cola, while music is playing in the background quite loudly. Good thing it's Halloween and San's neighbors are having a party too.
"Delicious pizza." Santana yells at me over the music.
I laugh and nod. Santana really loves eating. Which is awesome, cos I really love eating too.
She wiggles her cup at me and I pour her some more whiskey-cola. Then she motions to my cup, silently telling me to drink. I down my second cup of the night and actually, it's starting to taste pretty nice. We're done with the pizza pretty quickly. Santana rolls over to lie on her back and stare up at the celling. She's still in her Calipso costume, sans the corset, while I'm wearing oversized pirate's shirt and pants. We must be a sight.
When the bottles halfway finished she sits up for a moment to turn down the volume and lies back again.
"What are you gonna do when you grow up?" She asks suddenly. Are we already at the point where we have a heart to heart?
"I'm gonna marry you." I answer without missing a beat. The words just fly from my mouth. Hello drunk, filterless Brittany.
Clearly not expecting my answer Santana almost chokes on her drink.
"Really now?" She asks when she's calmed down.
"Yep." I glance over at her.
"What if I don't want to marry you?" She sounds amused now.
"I'll find a way to convince you." I answer with a shrug.
"Wow, that's some confidence you've got there."
"Yeah, and then we're gonna move to an uninhabited island, have a bunch of lady babies and mother a nation."
"What?" Santana rolls over laughing uncontrollably.
"What? That's totally what we're gonna do. We can even come up with our own language." I start laughing too as I stare at Santana's shaking form. "We can call our land Unicornia. Have rainbow flag. It's gonna be awesome." I smile, getting lost in the weird images with unicorns and uninhibited lands.
"Oh my god." Santana sits up wiping tears away.
"I've had a crush on you since I was fourteen." My words surprise me as much as they surprise the girl lying next to me.
"You're not joking." San's words come out as a statement instead of a question. I shake my head.
"That long? You never said anything."
"You used to hang out with different boys back then and then you started dating Puck. I thought you were straight."
"Oh."
"You didn't know? I mean I tried to hide it, but my parents say I'm as subtle as an earthquake."
"No. I mean, I suspected, but I thought I was imagining things."
Why would she think that?
"Why Puck though? He seems kinda annoying."
"He is annoying." Santana sighs and stares up at the celling. "I guess I though if I managed to convince everyone I was straight I'd believe it too."
"Did it work?"
"What do you think? I have a girlfriend now." She glances at me like I'm being ridiculous.
Okay, I admit that was a stupid question.
"Well, what about you?"
"What about me?"
"Aren't you supposed to tell me you've had hots for me since forever?" I grin at her.
Santana laughs and shakes her head, "I'm not supposed to do anything, but... I have been noticing you for a long time." Her smile turns from amused to bashful, successfully melting my insides to a puddle in the process. I didn't even know Santana could smile like that.
"We should drink to that," I say rising my cup.
"We totally should."
Half hour later, in the peak of the drunkiness Santana ends up lip-syncing to Cher, with the whiskey bottle as microphone and tears streaming down her face. I stare at her for a moment in bewilderment. I don't think that image will be leaving my mind any time soon. When I manage to break out of the haze I hug her and somehow get her to stop crying. I think she's a weepy-drunk. After I pull away from her a shiver runs through my body, I look down at myself only to discover that I'm in my boxers and a bra. Dammit when did I manage to get my clothes off?
"When you were dancing to 'I'm sexy and I know it'." Did I ask that out loud? "You can dance so well, Britt-Britt. Why didn't you tell me you could dance so beautifully?" She starts tearing up again.
"No no, don't cry." I reach out for her again and she falls into my arms. "I can teach you, if you want."
"Really?" She looks up at me hopefully.
"Of course!"
"You're so awesome, Britt-Britt."
"It's not a big deal." I say blushing.
"You're so sexy. You're abs are really, I mean really awesome." Suddenly there are hands running all over my abs making me shiver in a I'm-getting-turned-on kind of way. Where did this even come from? But I guess I am half naked and it's no secret I'm hot. I mean it's not a secret to me.
"Whoa, hey, San. What are you doing?" I squirm away from her. This can so end up in a disaster and tented boxers. I can already see a bulge forming.
"Why don't you like me? I mean I'm the hottest piece of action in this town. Everyone want all up on me, except for my girlfriend! Are my boobs not big enough? Tell me, just tell me!" She screams at me, grabbing me by my shoulders.
I gape at her, "What? That's ridiculous, Santana. Of course I want you! You're the most beaut-"
"Then kiss me."
Suddenly I have a crying Santana Lopez attached to my lips. I kiss her back with every ounce of love and passion I have. Somewhere in the middle of the kiss Santana stops crying and moans into my mouth, making my knees a little shaky. I walk us back and sit down on the bed before we fall to the ground. Santana doesn't waist a second as she fallows me down and straddles my lap. My hands find her hips and I pull her closer to create better friction between our bodies. I feel her grinding on my ever hardening length and moan at the sensation. My moan seems to stimulate her, because she grinds down on me even harder, making my eyes roll back into me head.
"You're so sexy." I whisper planting kisses down her neck. I reach her pulse point and suck hard. Santana whimpers loudly in my ear and starts grinding even faster. Her fucking dress is getting too much in the way so try to pull it over her head.
"Get this damned thing off." I say in frustration after wrestling with the cockblocking piece of clothing for a minute. Santana nods furiously scrambling on her feet.
Just when she's about to take it off we hear the sound of the front door fallowed by the sound of Mr. Lopez's voice and I'm suddenly way less horny and a lot more nervous. I mean the door of San's room is wide open, we'd have been so busted had her mother passed by. Santana's probably having the same thought, because she's stopped trying to take off the dress and is looking at me with wide eyes. I grin at her and she grins right back, winking at me. I love San's winks. They make me feel like we have some kind of secret. Which I guess we do. I'm not sure what it is though.
After that we somehow manage to pry away from each other and even manage to shower, you know, to cool ourselves down a bit. The shower sobers us up a little.
"Sorry you have to sleep on the floor." San says as she looks over at me from the bed.
"Oh, it's totally okay. It actually reminds me of my childhood." I grin up at her.
"How does sleeping on the floor remind you of your childhood?"
"Well, you know how I have a huge family all over Europe?" At her nod I continue, "So each summer everyone manages to get together in my grandparent's house in Amsterdam for a day or two. So we usually sleep on the floor in a single room so we can spend more time together and catch up. It's really awesome." I grin at the memory.
"Oh well have fun reminiscing your childhood then." Santana laughs. "Goodnight, Britt-Britt."
"Goodnight, San." I whisper into the night, a smile playing on my lips.
First time I wake up in the morning is from a weird feeling, like something rubbing against my nose. As I open my eyes I become face to face with Santana's foot that's dangling right above my head. I yawn and grabbing the intruding limb place it back on the bed. After that I fall back asleep, but not before noticing how smooth and warm her skin is.
Second time I wake up it's actually pretty late. The rays of the sun are playing on my face, making it impossible for me to fall back asleep. Another thing that's preventing me from sleep is the huge ass boner staring at me from my nether regions. Panic washes over me instantly as I grab the blanket to cover myself. Sneaky damned penises! How does it even manage to wiggle out from the gap in front of my boxer will forever be a mystery to me. Damn my stripper-drunk self, why couldn't I wear at least shorts? I sit up to make sure San's sleeping. I breathe a sigh of relief when I see her fast asleep, facing away from me and quickly get my dick back inside my underwear. Crawling over to my overnight bag, I pull out my jeans and get up to pull them on. Then I locate a hoodie and throw it on. After that with one last glance at Santana I sneak into her bathroom.
Having some "me" time is something I enjoy in the privacy of my own room, but I can't go running home to jack off now, right? So I unzip my pants and pull my underwear down just enough to free my raging erection. I don't know if I grew from the last time I was hard, but I don't think I've ever seen my dick to be so long. Must be the effects from last night's humping sessions. I stare at it wide-eyed for a minute, before I remember why I came in here for and grab my cock.
"Oh fuck." The words leave my mouth before I have chance to keep myself quiet. Touching myself has never felt so good. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that Santana's in the next room, but before I explore that thought I start moving my hand up and down, rubbing my whole length slowly and all conscious thoughts vanish from my mind. My breathing picks up and I see the clear liquid oozing from the tip. I exhale shakily as I move my thumb over my tip to spread the precum. The sight and sensation only serves to turn me on even more. The precum just keeps seeping from my dick and soon the bathroom is filled with slippery sounds as I pump my dick faster and faster chasing my orgasm. My eyes slip shut when the heat explodes in my stomach and I shudder from intense waves of pleasure coursing through my body. Well, that was quick. I keep moving my hand until I squeeze last bit of cum from my dick and that's when it hits me that I didn't hold a piece of tissue in the shooting line. My eyes snap open and well wow did a make a huge mess or what... I guess I'll be cleaning that up now.
As I scrub my cum from the tiles in my girlfriend's bathroom, I can't help but wonder If it's the best or the most embarrassing start of my day.