Authors note: 60% angst 40% fluff. This was difficult to write because of feels, but I hope you enjoy.
There is this repetitive jab against the blonde's arm that she wakes up too. Her first instinct is to punch whoever thinks they can wake her up in the most annoying way, but as her eyes adjust to the figure above her she thinks twice.
Kurt's hovering beside her bed with a mug of hot chocolate nestled between his hands. He smiles down at his niece, grateful that she didn't break out into a rage and knock the mug onto the floor or even worse, the liquid onto his porcelain skin.
"Morning sunshine," he says.
"Ugh," Brittany groans, "why are you waking me up early I don't have work today?" The blonde pushes her pillow up against the wall and leans against it, slowly taking the mug from Kurt. "And since when you do give me breakfast in bed?"
"I uh, received a phone call," his voice breaks a little causing Brittany to frown.
"Wow," she gasps, "call the local news station stat"! She jokes, rolling her eyes. Her uncle breathes a small laugh, before sitting down beside her.
"It was your dad," he says softly. "He said it's time they...they uh, want to visit you."
The blonde stares stone-faced at her uncle, completely overcome with emotion. Her teeth are pressing so hard together and Brittany knows if she looks in the mirror she'd look a shade lighter. She never thought she'd have to see her parents again, well she hoped. Now they are coming to visit? What do they want from her now? Do they think a new relationship can be formed or some fresh start is on the horizon?
She doesn't know how to reply. This is so out of the blue. Her mind is racing and hands trembling, which Kurt visibly notices so he takes the mug and places it on the bed side table.
"Are you okay honey? You know it's your choice whether you want to see them or not," he explains gently.
"I know," the blonde mutters, "I just wish I didn't have to make a choice."
Kurt nods and then leans down to kiss her forehead. That kind of affection from a relative is completely foreign to the blonde so she revels in it, wrapping her arms around her uncle so he knows how grateful she is.
X
As the blonde finishes up on cleaning outside, she makes her way to the bleachers where the Cheerios are packing up some batons and hoola hoops. While observing Santana talking to a few cheerleaders, Brittany officially decides she doesn't want to see her parents – mainly because it would put her backwards into the past and all she sees is her future.
Santana is literally all she wants in the world. She doesn't even need her uncle's mansion or the Cadillac to keep her happy. Santana is all she needs in this miserable, stinking world.
Santana waves off the girls and Brittany inhales deeply before walking out onto the field. She's carrying a garbage bag and rake so there's the excuse of getting rid of some dead leaves that Brittany can throw to the cheerleaders if they make a snarky remark or question her presence.
She notices the way Santana looks shyly at her, practically blushing at the mere sight of Brittany. The blonde subtly smirks as she strides by. Some of the cheerleaders snort and whisper, but Brittany doesn't pay attention because she only has eyes for one girl.
Surprisingly, Santana acknowledges her. "Hi," she says.
"Hi," the blonde returns a little cautiously.
"Do you mind giving me some help with the equipment? The girls are super lazy today," the brunette explains casually, a small smirk appearing on her lips before her expression contorts to an innocent one.
Some of the cheerleaders that are left watch the interaction, curious as to why their captain is asking the janitor for assistance.
"We're not weak Santana," one of the girls huffs.
"Whatever," the brunette practically ignores the girl's remark, her eyes firmly on Brittany.
Another cheerio rolls her eyes. "Come on girls… let's go perv in on the boy's locker room." The rest of the squad jogs off giggling, leaving Brittany the honour of raking her eyes all over Santana's sweaty form.
"Are you going to go shower?" The blonde asks a little too eagerly.
Santana giggles. "No, I'm just going to go home and shower. I do actually need help with this equipment though," she adds with a wink. Brittany shakes her head, smiling and carries a few bags over to the bleachers.
"Where are we putting them?"
"They can be left under here," Santana exhales deeply, "we're using them again tomorrow anyway," she shrugs and walks past Brittany to the front of the bleachers. She climbs a few steps and sits down, the blonde following her obediently.
Brittany has never been this infatuated with someone. Brittany might even confess that she's obsessed with everything about Santana. She can't believe how hard she tried to avoid the girl at the beginning, but having Santana in her life has been the best gift.
"I like this," the blonde says softly, her fingers playing with the pleats of Santana's skirt.
"I know you do perv," Santana responds mischievously.
"Hey," Brittany's eyebrows shoot up instantly, "I can perv all I like because you're mine…" When it slips out Brittany almost wants to shake her head and change the subject, almost. But the look in Santana's eyes; that affectionate smile and tinge of pink on her cheeks makes Brittany want to say it again and again.
The brunette's eyes soon turn a darker shade during the thick silence between them. She grabs Brittany's hand that's on her thigh and puts it between her legs.
"Make me yours," she whispers.
The blonde's lips are slightly parted and dry as she stares longingly into the brunette's eyes. Her hand is already sweating between Santana's legs and there is a rough hum in her stomach similar to when a helicopter flies low to the ground. She slides across the seat so they're bare legs hit and Santana gasps softly.
The sun is shining directly onto them, causing both girls to sweat even more. Santana's intense gaze is not helping the blonde, so Brittany closes her eyes and leans forward, blindly searching for Santana's lips.
Her eyebrows dip in focus when she manages to find Santana's bottom lip. She parts her own and sucks on the brunette's bottom lip gently.
Being with Santana is just what she needs to distract her from the thought of her parents visiting. Brittany takes full advantage of their alone time and tilts her head to fully press her mouth against the brunette's.
She notices the brunette's legs part slightly and Brittany takes the opportunity to glide her hand higher up her skirt until she reaches the top of Santana's underwear.
They're tight. Brittany shudders at the realisation. She struggles to slide her hand into Santana's underwear so the brunette lifts her hips and allows Brittany to tug them down slightly. It's probably dirty for Santana's bare ass to be resting on the bleachers, but right now they're not bothered.
Santana pants into the blonde's mouth when the kiss breaks. She slams her hand on the blonde's chest, using the collar of her shirt to pull Brittany forward back into her.
"I'm yours," she whispers hotly, before plunging her tongue into the blonde's mouth.
The blonde whimpers instantly, almost simultaneously her fingers reach Santana's slit. She presses the tips of her fingers hard against Santana's wet flesh and the brunette pulls back, crying out the blonde's name.
"You're mine," Brittany gasps into Santana's mouth. Their eyes remain closed and Santana's face screws up slightly at the blonde's soft touch. Once Brittany enters her with one finger, Santana bucks her hips and throws her head back.
The blonde's eyes open languidly and she notices the brunette's bare neck on display. Smirking, Brittany leans forward and softly grazes Santana's skin with her lips, her tongue leaving a vague trail of saliva across the brunette's thudding pulse.
Brittany can taste her neighbour's sweat and she practically growls against the brunette's skin before biting on her collarbone.
Santana whimpers, convulsing hard when Brittany's finger meets that sweet spot, soft and tickling.
"Oh fuck," she groans, her hands grabbing the blonde's shirt aggressively, pushing her back. The blonde smirks and removes her finger, placing it in her mouth and deliberately sucking the wetness off for her neighbour to see. She then leans back, legs spread and proud grin on her face.
"Fuck," Santana hisses, as she pulls her underwear back on. "I'm going to be honest I think I came so quick because of what you said…"
"Oh yeah?" The blonde replies, smug expression still etched on her face.
"Mhmm," the brunette hums, leaning over so her head can rest against the blonde's shoulder. "I told my parents about us by the way."
"Oh shit yeah!" The blonde's head whips to face the brunette. She was so wrapped up about what's going on with her own parents that it completely slipped her mind that Santana mentioned she was going to tell her parents the previous night. "How did it go?"
"They were actually happy. My mom said she couldn't be bothered looking for anymore possible boyfriends for me…"
Brittany laughs. "Damn, does that mean if you hadn't told her she would have kept inviting random boys to your house for dinner?"
"Probably," Santana replies shrugging.
"We could have totally fucked with them," the blonde says licking her lips and staring off into the distance. Santana rolls her eyes, smiling subtly. Her eyes remain on the blonde.
"But I wanted them to know how special you are to me," the brunette replies, a slight pout on her face.
Brittany looks back at the brunette and her lips pinch together. "I can't believe I've gone from wanting to avoid you to wanting to kiss you every five seconds."
Santana glares at the brunette playfully. She pokes her chest twice and scrunches her face up. "Why did you want to avoid me so bad?"
Brittany chuckles before grabbing Santana's finger and biting it softly. "Becaw yor booful."
The brunette frowns. "Huh?" She pulls her finger out of Brittany's mouth.
"Because you're beautiful," Brittany replies clearly this time. "Beautiful girls are dangerous."
"Oh," Santana replies high pitched. "What was so bad about me being dangerous? I thought you were tough Brittany Pierce," she teases.
Brittany smirks, biting the inner walls of her mouth, before wrapping her arms around Santana's waist and pressing their bodies closer together. Her expression turns neutral as she stares into the brunette's eyes.
"Because I just knew," Brittany whispers.
Santana tenses in the blonde's arms, gulping before she urges the blonde to continue. "Knew what?"
"…That a beautiful, perfect girl like you would make me fall so hard."
Santana smiles shyly at the blonde, their noses slightly blushing. "Well it was hard for me too you know," Santana whispers. "I told myself that you would never let me in and we were just too opposite to get along…but persistence pays off," she finishes, winking.
Brittany smirks into their kiss. Her lips become wet once again when Santana pokes her tongue out, running it along Brittany's bottom lip.
"Mm," the blonde moans pulling back.
"Come to the dance with me," Santana whispers, smiling lazily.
Brittany's eyebrows shoot up. "Won't everyone from your school be there?"
The brunette opens her eyes, grinning. "So?"
Brittany's smile grows so wild and she wraps Santana in her arms, bringing the brunette on top of her. Santana laughs into the blonde's neck as they breathe each other in and Brittany thanks whatever higher being there is out there that Santana is hers.
X
On Thursday, at around lunch time, Kurt reminds Brittany that her parents will be arriving this afternoon. Santana had successfully distracted her for most of the week so when her uncle mentions her parents again, the blonde has to stop and manually absorb his words.
"Crap," she whispers, flattening the sheets on her bed. Why is she even making her bed? Why is her room cleaner than normal? Brittany presses her palms against her eyes and breathes in heavily. She messages Santana immediately, asking if she can stay at her house tonight. The brunette responds with of course and is everything okay?
Brittany just throws her phone down and starts packing an over-night bag. She then puts on her runners and heads outside, hoping that she'll run the amount of time it takes for Santana to finish school.
X
Brittany couldn't run for an hour without crying. She's slouched on her bed, head in her hands and tears filling up her palms. She thinks of grabbing her bag and waiting outside Santana's front door seeing as her parents aren't home, but she doesn't want to look desperate or weak.
Her hands start trembling as memories of home life with her parents flood in her mind. She needs Santana so bad right now, she just can't cope with the thought.
As if sensing her pain, Santana comes storming into the blonde's room and slides onto her knees so she's in front of Brittany.
"Honey, what happened?"
Her voice causes the blonde's cries to grow and she slides down her bed so Santana is able to fully wrap her arms around her shaking form.
"You didn't reply to my text so I left as soon I could," Santana continues softly, rocking the blonde in her arms. "Brittany, please stop crying."
The blonde sniffles against Santana's chest and squeezes her eyes shut, taking deep breaths to calm herself. "I j-j-just n-need…" Brittany shakes her head and leans back, wiping her nose on her shirt. "…to s-s-stay with you t-tonight."
"Of course baby," Santana coos, using her thumbs to wipe away the streaks of tears off Brittany's cheeks.
X
Brittany's in the middle of helping Santana prepare dinner when the brunette's parents arrive home from work.
They stand by the kitchen bench, Brittany's fingers tangling with Santana's as a sort of unconscious protective thing. Santana greets her parents and they greet both girls with a wide smile.
Brittany sends them both a tight lipped smile and asks them both how their days were.
"Tiring, I never want to see another car again. The traffic is absolutely horrible at this time."
Brittany chuckles slightly, picturing Kurt arriving home with the same attitude. He despises traffic, more than probably straight men wearing bow ties.
Santana turns her head towards the blonde, astonished to hear her laugh when all she's been doing is the opposite. Santana grins and squeezes her hand tighter.
"Brittany's staying over tonight if that's okay?"
"Sure thing honey, your girlfriend is welcome here anytime!"
Brittany's lips purse and her eyebrows shoot up. She never spoke to Santana about labelling their relationship, but they do everything a couple does anyway so…why not be girlfriends?
"Thanks Mrs. Lopez," Brittany replies before pulling Santana around the bench to continue their cooking.
X
Santana's parents allowed the girl's to take their dinner to the brunette's room. Brittany couldn't help but remember the time Santana walked in on her half naked. She smirks at the brunette, wrapping her arms around her from behind. Santana smiles and places her palm on the blonde's cheek.
"You're a liar," Brittany whispers.
"What?" Santana frowns.
"You said you wouldn't touch me even in the 51st century…"
Santana snorts. "Shut up." She walks over to her bed and places her dinner on her lap, motioning for Brittany to join her.
The blonde sighs as she sits.
"This is really good," the blonde mumbles between chews.
"It's a family recipe," Santana replies smiling. Her mind suddenly flashes back to the conversation she had with Kurt weeks ago, when she was 'prying' into Santana's life before inquiring with Brittany herself. Santana understands the topic is something that causes the blonde obvious pain, but she just wants to be able to understand Brittany's past and eventually help her leave it behind. "Um Brittany…"
"Yeah?" The blonde replies after swallowing.
"I think you should tell me about the brown jacket…" Santana chooses her words carefully. She doesn't want to interrogate the blonde at all because she might close off to Santana again.
"What?" Brittany is utterly surprised at the question. She hasn't thought about that jacket in so long…gosh Santana really has taken her mind of all the bad stuff.
"Well, we're close enough that you can tell me now…I won't judge you honey," the brunette whispers reassuringly.
Brittany chews on her lips before nodding. Santana's right. She's been patient enough and deserves to know.
"It was my dad's and I took it when I moved out. I moved out because my parents…my parents weren't really parents at all. Not like your mom and dad. They didn't treat me well, so I decided to give up on them before they had the chance to give up on me. That's how I ended up with Kurt. I don't think I can face them when they get here." The blonde decides it's best if she doesn't go into detail and is thankful Santana doesn't pry any further.
"You're really strong Britt."
"No, I'm weak for leaving them when I should have just dealt with the problems…"
"Brittany," Santana places her plate down next to her and takes the blonde's face in her hands. "You're strong because you finally knew what was best for you and made your own decision," she smiles lovingly at the blonde, "and I'm so glad all those decisions brought you to me."
Brittany mirrors Santana's actions, placing the plate in her lap beside her and resting her hands on the brunette's thighs.
"I'm so crazy about you Santana," the blonde states softly, not trusting her voice.
Santana bows her head in embarrassment, her cheeks turning a slight shade of pink. "How about," she pinches her lips together, "we go over to your house and see your parents. I'll be with you the entire time."
Brittany begins shaking her head until Santana forces the blonde to look at her again. "Britt, it's your choice but I think maybe closure is what you need."
The blonde stares directly into Santana's eyes – the girl who has managed to change her entire life in such a short time, the girl who has made Brittany understand what it feels like when people talk about love and romance and commitment. She adores this girl in front of her, more than life itself and Santana is right; Brittany needs to face her parents if she wants to move on.
As if on cue, she receives a text from her uncle simply reading you should come home.
Brittany takes a deep breath and nods. They finish their meal before heading downstairs and out of the house. Santana holds the blonde's hand the whole way home. It's such a short walk but it feels like eternity.
Brittany notices the car parked out front. It's not familiar to her. They must have purchased that with all the money they saved not having to put Brittany through school.
When they reach the door, Brittany feels as though she could pass out. A part of her wishes she would just collapse and never wake up, but as long as Santana is alive, she needs to be as well.
Brittany reaches for the handle and turns it. They walk inside and find that the house is silent. Brittany is about to be sick at any moment. Just as she's about to take a step forward Santana turns her around and places a soft, reassuring kiss to her lips
The blonde squeezes Santana's waist. When they pull back, Brittany smiles really small but it's enough to make Santana happy. They continue through the house and turn the corner into the living room where Kurt is sitting, across from Brittany's dad.
Brittany feels sick again. She needs another kiss, or for Santana to whisper something encouraging into her ear again. The hand holding Santana's is clammy. She releases Santana's hand and takes refuge by Kurt. He smiles weakly at her and Brittany notices he's been crying. Why is he crying?
"Why are you crying?" Brittany voices her thoughts. Kurt just grabs her hand and shakes his head, his cheeks a deep red and lips tight inside his mouth.
Brittany's eyes flit to her father and she clenches her jaw. He's aged terribly. The alcohol definitely abused him well.
"What do you want?"
Santana stands a few feet away, hoping that Brittany handles this maturely but with all the pent up frustration she's held inside over her father, she understands the blonde's need to yell.
"Brittany, I know you hate me, but I came all this way to let you know…"
"What?" The blonde shouts. "Where the fuck is mom? Was she too scared to see me? Is she still under your control?"
It definitely wasn't Brittany's intention to scream at her father, but seeing the man after all this time is too much for her, she can barely look at him without cringing.
The man bows his head and for the first time Brittany watches her dad cry. There is definitely something wrong. Brittany's jaw relaxes slightly as she waits for a response. Her father is trembling, barely able to open his mouth without spluttering.
"Where is mom?" She repeats. Her breath hitches as she watches her dad basically fall apart in front of her. She knows the only reason for this has something to do with her mother's absence. Despite everything, she's always known her dad loved her mom, but the way he showed it in their home caused Brittany to re-evaluate what love even meant – until Santana of course.
"Bruce!" She shouts and it's the first time her dad looks at her as though she isn't a stranger. He stares at Brittany as though he's just lost his most prized possession and Brittany is aware of this. She storms over to the man and kneels down in front of him, grabbing his arms and flinging them wildly in the air. "Where is mom?"
By this point, and to Brittany's obliviousness, tears are streaming down her cheeks. Her hands slam against her father's arms.
"Where is she? What did you do?!"
"I'm sorry," he cries.
"I don't care!" She sobs. "I don't care, t-t-tell me where she is!"
"She's dead!" Her father bellows. The blonde falls so she's sitting on her calves. She can't believe what she just heard. "She had a heart attack…" He whimpers.
"No," Brittany shakes her head, her face screwing up as she continues to sob.
There was a saying Brittany told people in school when they would talk about ways of dying. Heart attacks are just from loving too much.
But she doesn't believe that was the case her mom. She believes her mother's heart was completely broken – shattered beyond repair. She only wishes she had a chance to fix it…
X
Minutes pass and the room is still eerily silent. Kurt walks over to Brittany and picks her up to take her back to the sofa. Santana is still in the archway, containing her sobs. She hated witnessing Brittany break down like that, especially in front of her father whom Santana is seeing for the first time.
He doesn't look like the blonde at all. Substance abuse; Santana concludes. The skin under his eyes hang and the white of his eyes practically scream insomnia. She feels sorry for Brittany's father, for only one reason. He never got to witness Brittany grow into a beautiful woman, he missed his chance.
"You s-said that my parents were coming to visit," Brittany directs her words to her uncle.
Kurt sighs apologetically. "I know honey, but I wasn't aware of your mother's passing until your dad showed up."
Brittany clasps her hands together, resting her elbows on her knees and her knuckles against her mouth. She nods understanding; since Kurt is the only rational man in the room making any sense to her.
"When did she die?" Brittany asks flatly.
Her father's fingers press hard against his forehead as he regains his composure. "Four months ago."
"So you already had her funeral? You didn't think of calling me then?" Brittany asks hostilely, her eyes burning holes in the side of her dad's head.
"You know my whole life revolves around making mistakes Brittany," he answers through another broken sob.
"You're old enough to know that you're able to learn from mistakes rather than keep on doing the same old shit your entire fucking life!"
Her father nods, bowing his head once again. The blonde exhales deeply through her nose before standing up and walking over to Santana.
"That's enough for today," Brittany announces, giving her father some prospect that tomorrow maybe the blonde will hear him out. Kurt invites the man into the kitchen for a cup of coffee.
Brittany tangles her fingers with Santana's and they walk back over to the brunette's house. When they enter the room, Santana immediately pulls the covers back on her bed and motions for Brittany to get in first.
"I'm so sorry Britt, about your mom," she whispers against the blonde's chest as Brittany wraps her arms around Santana's small frame.
"I love you," the blonde answers softly. Santana leans back on the pillow to face Brittany, but the blonde's eyes are closed and a stray tear is descending her cheek. Santana leans forward and kisses the tear away before responding.
"I love you too."
X
Santana returns home from school the following evening to find Brittany choosing between two different coloured ties. She lifts one up to eye level, studying the clash of grey and blue and decides against it.
Santana stands in the doorway giggling at her girlfriend's indecisiveness. Brittany whips her head around and practically charges for the brunette, lifting her up in her arms and planting kisses all over her face.
"I missed you so much," she expresses softly, holding Santana firmly.
The brunette relaxes in Brittany's arms and grins.
"I missed you baby. And I'd go with the yellow," she adds suggestively.
"Why is that?" Brittany smirks.
"No reason," Santana shrugs, "I'm going to shower and get ready."
Brittany just bites her bottom lip watching the brunette saunter off out of the room. She realises that she doesn't have any idea how she'll put her outfit together for the dance. She only has these ties Santana's father let her borrow in the morning before he left for work. Deciding its worth going home to give Santana a good looking partner for the dance, Brittany leaves a note implying her actions and runs outside. She makes it to her doorway and gradually pushes open the door, before bee-lining to the stairs to get to her bedroom.
Opening her closet doors, she grabs the first white shirt she spots and black pants that look fancy enough. She then grabs a belt before racing out of the house.
X
She's standing at the bottom of her stairs beside Kurt and her father. Brittany and Santana had to sneak back into the blonde's house after Brittany forgot her boots. Santana decided that they should just change in there, but Brittany only took three minutes so Santana told her it was okay to wait downstairs.
That's where she is now. Unfortunately Kurt had mentioned the dance to Brittany's father and the man timidly approached her, asking if it was okay to see them off.
Brittany shrugged ever so slightly, signaling that she didn't mind or didn't care and that was good enough for Bruce. He's standing a foot away from Brittany, chewing on his nails. He notices that his daughter is doing the same.
Brittany faces the man, her eyes completely empty and emotionless.
"I never want to see you again after this," she says dryly before facing the stairs again. The man recognizes the tone all too well. When Brittany would refuse to go to school most mornings and speak rudely to their guests. She wouldn't have acted that way if Bruce paid more attention though, he knows this. He knows now, staring into his daughter's eyes, the same eyes that caught his the day she was born. The lips that spread into a smile the day Bruce bought Brittany her first ice-cream. Obviously, the small happy parts of their relationship are overshadowed by the poor treatment he gave Brittany.
He would give anything to take back the amount of alcohol he's consumed to replace them with hugs from his daughter. But he knows that Brittany has matured and has to move on and he's made too many mistakes to be forgiven. He pinches his bottom lip with his teeth, nodding, before stepping around Brittany and walking over to his bag in the kitchen. He pulls out a letter he found a week before his wife's death, leaving it on the counter for Brittany to read whenever she's ready. One thing he is happy about though; he got to see the person that's given Brittany the years of happiness he never could in a small amount of time. Smiling sadly, Bruce then sends a nod in thanks to Kurt for allowing this last moment with his daughter, before sneaking out the back door.
Just then Santana descends the stairs in her custard yellow tight above the knee dress and the emotion and love arrives back into Brittany's eyes almost immediately.
Santana smiles shyly at her and when she reaches the bottom of the stairs Brittany takes her hand and leads them out of the door. Kurt declared earlier that Brittany couldn't take her date in any other form of transport than Sky Blue and the blonde didn't argue.
X
Brittany opens the car door for Santana and watches as the brunette's eyes flicker down to her cleavage. She may have purposely left the two top buttons of her shirt open.
They walk towards the doors of the gym and just before they enter Brittany pulls Santana back.
"How do you want to do this?"
Santana frowns. "Britt, I've been a complete idiot thinking that what those people are going to say about me matters when all I need is you."
"Are you sure you want to kind of make our relationship abrupt or do you – mmph!"
Santana shuts Brittany up with a solid kiss. The blonde's hands venture around Santana's waist until they reach just above her ass.
"Mm," she pulls back. "Okay you win."
Santana smirks, tapping the blonde on the nose with one finger. She starts walking ahead and Brittany can't help but stretch her arm out and slap the brunette's behind. The whimper Santana makes is a mixture of sexy and adorable and Brittany wonders if there is anywhere around here they can have a couple minutes to themselves.
She breaks out of her fantasy when Santana clicks two fingers in front of her face. "Come on day dreamer," she says giggling.
X
The expressions from the cheerleaders are priceless. The Jocks of course, wink in their direction, bar some who believe they actually turned Santana.
Brittany pours them both a drink of non-alcoholic punch and accidentally makes eye contact with Principal Figgins. Oh well, it's not like janitors and students can't date, they're practically the same age.
The blonde can still feel eyes on her and as she turns to face the brunette she notices Santana's slightly anxious expression. Knowing very well she was put on this earth to protect Santana, Brittany turns around abruptly and curses.
"It's the fucking twenty first century, get over it!"
She hears the brunette chuckle beside her, the anxious practically dissipating from her body all at once. They make it to the dance floor and hold each other close, ignoring the continuous stares and whispers, because really, they were only put on earth for each other.
X
When they return home, Santana watches Brittany remove her boots and stretch her arms above her head.
Since witnessing the blonde's protectiveness back at the dance and how loving she's been towards Santana, the brunette sees it only fitting she repays her in a way the blonde will love.
She wraps her arms around Brittany and starts undoing her buttons. The blonde's arms remain in the air as she tries to twist her head around.
"What are you doing?" She chuckles.
"Shut up," Santana replies in a seductive tone, instantly causing the blonde to feel a low jolt in her stomach.
Santana swings Brittany around aggressively before pushing her back on the back, her shirt splitting apart so her stomach and bra is on show. Santana then hikes her dress up above her waist so she can straddle the blonde.
Brittany wastes no time in running her hands along Santana's thighs, leaning up to kiss her until Santana grabs her jaw.
"Santana," the blonde breathes.
"Mm," the brunette hums before plunging her tongue between Brittany's lips. The force causes the blonde to fall onto her back and Santana follows, her lips tugging on Brittany's until they're swollen and red. Santana then peels off the blonde, standing up so she can turn around and pull her zip half way down her dress.
Brittany sits up again, quickly aiding Santana in undressing. She practically tears the dress off the brunette, who whimpers and turns around again, pushing Brittany on her back and straddling her.
Brittany doesn't get time to admire the brunette's breasts or body, because they're kissing again – hot and wet and Santana's hands are pinning the blonde's hands above her head.
She captures Santana's bottom lip and tugs on it causing the brunette to groan harshly. Brittany smirks, slowly moistening her upper lip.
"You better fuck me good and hard Santana."
And the brunette does, after she undresses the blonde of course. She pumps her fingers so deep and manic inside Brittany that the blonde releases a torturous scream, almost pulling Santana's hair out.
Santana collapses beside her and she believes that the blonde is ready to sleep. However, Brittany has other ideas. She practically leaps up and grabs the brunette by the waist, hoisting her on her lap and trapping her own hand between their centres.
Santana lets out a strangled moan and tangles her fingers in blonde hair. She bucks her hips when the blonde's hand tickles her clit through her underwear.
Brittany wastes no time in leaning forward to capture the brunette's right nipple in her mouth, her teeth lightly grazing around it while her tongue flickers against the hardening nub.
"Oh my god yes," Santana moans breathlessly. She can't take this teasing and torture, so she pushes Brittany back and takes charge once again. Standing up, she quickly removes her underwear and crawls to the top of the blonde where she spreads her legs and sits directly above Brittany's mouth.
"Fuck," the blonde whispers, just before Santana lowers her sex. Brittany moans when she tastes how wet her girlfriend is. It's certainly the perfect distraction for what has occurred in the last two days. She grabs at the brunette's ass and squeezes it, causing Santana to tilt off balance slightly.
Once again it takes Santana a short time to cum. Brittany is able to fully taste it this time and as Santana hops off her, she licks her lips to lather anything left.
"I'm obsessed with you," the blonde breathes suddenly. She turns onto her side and shuffles around so her head is against the brunette's stomach. Santana plays with her girlfriend's hair, shaking her head and smiling euphorically.
"Good, because you're mine forever."
a/n: Hello again, I may have died from the new Heya picture so I'm updating from beyond the grave. I hope you enjoyed the chapter as I especially enjoyed writing the angst because it has been a while haha. Anyway let me know what you think!
And for those of you reading What it's like in Heaven, i'll definitely be updating that soon, I know it's been sooooo long, but I'm getting there! Thanks for your patience guys!
