There was a review that said I was a "Brittany stan" because of the part where Rachel said, "It's just that…in the past…it was usually you (Santana) that hurt her (Brittany)," in the last chapter. I just wanted to point out that this was from Rachel's point of view, not mine. I know that Brittany hurt Santana a lot too, but I'm pretty sure that none of the other Glee Club members noticed it because Santana likes to hide her feelings and always puts her bitch face on. When Brittany's hurt, it's more obvious. She doesn't talk a lot and she looks sad. I also just wanted to say that I'm not a "Brittany stan." Yes, I like Brittany and she's one of my favorites, but honestly, I like Santana the most. I always have, and I always will.
Anyway, thank you to everyone that continues to read this and leaves reviews. It really means a lot. I hope you enjoy it :)
Chapter 12
Santana woke up to the feeling of arms wrapped around her waist and warm, short breaths on her neck. I can't believe this is really happening. Santana grinned. It had been a while since she had woken up this happy.
"Morning," she heard Brittany say from behind her, breaking her out of her thoughts. She turned around in the blonde's arms and gave her a peck on the cheek.
"Good morning," Santana said, giving her a big smile.
Brittany gave her a kiss on the lips before asking, "Do you have to work today?" with a small pout on her lips.
Santana sighed. "Yes…but, I don't have a shift at the bar tonight so after the diner, I'm all yours."
"Awesome," Brittany said, a smile returning to her lips.
Santana brought her left hand up to Brittany's forehead to move strands of blonde hair away from her eyes. "I'm so happy that we're finally here, together."
"Me too," Brittany replied before she leaned down to place a kiss on Santana's lips. After a few minutes of kissing, Brittany decided to deepen the kiss by swiping her tongue along Santana's bottom lip.
Santana brought her hand from her cheek and trailed her fingers down the nape of her neck, resting it on her shoulder. She brought her lips down to her neck and started sucking on her pulse point, causing the blonde to take in a sharp breath.
"Santana…"
"Hm?" Santana hummed against her neck, her lips never breaking away from skin.
"Don't you have to go to work?" Brittany was incredibly turned on from all the teasing last night and not having finished what they started because of Rachel. Waking up to Santana in her arms especially didn't help.
"Yea, but I can be late," Santana husked in her ear as she sat up and straddled Brittany's thigh, rolling her hips into the blondes core, causing both of them to let out a moan.
Santana continued to roll her hips at a tantalizingly slow pace, causing Brittany to cant her hips up, trying to get more friction. Santana kept her pace slow, knowing that it would drive the blonde crazy.
"Santana, please," Brittany panted. She couldn't take it any longer, she needed more.
Brittany decided to take things into her own hands by grabbing Santana by the shoulders and flipping them over, causing Santana to gasp in surprise. Brittany straddled Santana's thigh and ground into her hard, making Santana moan loudly from pleasure.
Santana could feel Brittany's wetness through her shorts on her thigh. She brought her hands up, resting them on Brittany's hips, helping her grind into her core even faster.
"God…you're so damn hot, Brittany," Santana breathed out, looking all over her body in awe of the way that she moved.
Brittany just smirked as she shuffled down her leg, giving herself room to bring her hands to the waistband of Santana's shorts, pulling them and her panties down just enough so that she could see her glistening core.
"Santana," Brittany moaned. "You're so wet," Brittany said, ghosting her finger tips over Santana's clit, causing her to let out a strangled moan.
"Touch me," Santana practically begged.
Just as Brittany was about to do exactly that, there was a loud banging on the door before someone walked in.
"Ohmygod!" Kurt shouted as he covered his eyes with his hand.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Santana yelled, sitting up and pulling her shorts back on, gently moving Brittany off of her. "Doesn't anybody knock anymore?"
"I did knock!" Kurt said, his eyes still covered.
"Yea, and you didn't even wait for me to answer!" Santana rolled her eyes, annoyed that she couldn't have even a little privacy. "I'm decent now so you can take your hands away from your eyes. What are you doing in here anyway?"
Kurt uncovered his eyes and stepped towards her dresser, browsing through the different hair products and makeup. "I just wanted to borrow some hairspray."
"And you couldn't wait until we were done?" Santana was beyond sexually frustrated. It had been twice already that someone interrupted her sweet lady kisses. She couldn't take it anymore.
"You two were always going at it like rabbits in high school. I just figured I could interrupt you now since you'll end up doing it the rest of the night anyway. Plus, you need to get to work. You can't keep showing up late. You need to pay the rent somehow."
"Fine, Kurt. Just take your hairspray and leave, please."
Kurt nodded his head, grabbed the hairspray and left, finally leaving the two girls alone.
Santana huffed and crossed her arms as she sat back into Brittany. They just stayed sitting like that for a few minutes, Brittany stroking her hands up and down on Santana's arms and playing with her hair, causing Santana to relax.
"You should start getting ready," Brittany softly whispered in her ear.
Santana pouted. "But I wanna stay here with you."
Brittany nodded her head. "I know…but Kurt's right. You need to pay rent, and if I'm going to be staying here, then I should probably go find a job too."
"You don't have to do that," Santana said as she turned around to face Brittany. "I can pay enough for the both of us. We are sharing a room anyway."
"Yea, but still…I need something to do. It's not like I can just sit here and watch marathons on TV all day. Plus, I need money. I'm almost broke."
"Okay, okay. I guess…But what if we don't see each other a lot? I already don't see you as much as I'd like to because of my jobs."
"Santana, calm down. You're acting as if I already got the job. I haven't even started looking yet. And if I do find one, and it takes up a lot of 'us' time, we can either try to make it work, or I can just find a different job."
"You make it sound so easy," Santana mumbled as she played with Brittany's hands.
"It's not that easy, but let's just focus on right now. You need to get ready for work," Brittany said as she got up from the bed.
"Ugh…I don't want to." Santana got on her knees and knelt on the bed in front of Brittany.
"You have to. You don't wanna be late." Brittany brought her hands up to rest them on Santana's hips.
"Fine. But first, you have to give me a kiss."
Brittany smiled. "Okay," she said, leaning her head forward to bump their noses together before placing a loving kiss to Santana's lips.
"Now go get dressed," Brittany said with a smile as she pulled away.
Brittany was sitting at the kitchen table with Kurt and Rachel trying to help her look for job ads in the newspaper and online. Santana had already left for work, and Sam and Blaine were out getting food for them to eat.
"Brittany, do you know exactly what type of job you're looking for? I mean, is there something that you really love to do?" Rachel was looking online for anything that might interest the blonde.
"Yea, like in high school, you were really involved with dancing…Is that something you still like to do?" Kurt asked.
"I love dancing, I just haven't had much time for it. I was so busy with MIT and then the sudden move here…there just wasn't any time for me to do it. I would love to start doing it again, though." Brittany had loved dancing ever since she was little. It was always something that she felt confident doing. People would make fun of her for not being smart enough or for just being weird, but when she danced, it was different. She proved them all wrong. She showed them that she could do something right and that she wasn't just that dumb, weird, blonde girl that sat in the back of the class. She could be herself whenever she danced.
"Well, why don't we go look around for any dance studios that might have a spot open for you? I'm sure there has to be one out there somewhere," Rachel said with a hopeful smile.
"Okay, that sounds awesome," Brittany said, a huge smile plastered on her face. She couldn't wait to be dancing again.
"Let's go then," Kurt said, as all three of them jumped up to go out the door.
Sam and Blaine were walking down the sidewalk carrying bags of food back to the loft.
"Hey, Sam?"
"Mhmm?"
"I was wondering if I could ask you about something?" Blaine asked. He had seen the way Sam was acting around Brittany and Santana. It didn't bother him at first, but he noticed something different yesterday…There was a tension there that wasn't there before.
"Go ahead."
"I overheard the conversation you had with Santana and Brittany yesterday morning…It sounded intense."
"Yeah…well, I have some problems with Santana." Sam didn't really want to talk to Blaine about this. He had a pretty good idea of what Blaine was going to tell him.
"I think you should back off. They're already having a hard time as it is. They most definitely do not need you creating more problems for them."
"It's none of your business, Blaine. Just leave it alone."
"Actually, it is my business. You're my best friend, and those two girls, they're like family to me…And I don't want anyone in my family getting hurt." He never exactly showed it, but Blaine really did love Santana and Brittany as if they were his family. They were some of his best friends, and he would hate to see their relationship get destroyed because of Sam being jealous.
"Look, I know you're just trying to do what you think is right, but you're not. Santana doesn't deserve Brittany…she never has deserved her. Once Brittany realizes that Santana's just a selfish bitch and that I'm the one she belongs with, everything will be okay," Sam said in a casual tone.
"Are you even hearing yourself right now? This is crazy talk," Blaine said as they reached a crosswalk and waited for the light to tell them to cross the street.
"No, it's not. It's the truth! Have you seen the way Santana treats everyone? You can't tell me that she doesn't treat Brittany that way too."
"She doesn't! She's different with Brittany, and if you haven't noticed that by now, then there is something seriously wrong with you. Come on, the street's clear."
Blaine walked out in front of Sam, hurrying to reach the other side.
"Blaine, wait! The light didn't say to go yet!"
"We'll be fine, just come o-"
"Oh my god, Blaine!" Sam ran into the street to kneel down beside Blaine. He had been hit by a car. This can't be happening.
Brittany, Rachel, Kurt and Santana had all gotten home at the same time. The first three were very excited to tell Santana the good news.
"Oh my gosh Santana, you'll never guess what just happened!" Brittany squealed, jumping up and down.
Santana laughed and smiled at her. "What happened?"
"You have to guess, Santana," Rachel said, sporting a huge smile as well.
"Okay, okay, umm…did you get a new pet or something?"
"What? No. Santana, we can barely fit in here as it is. Why would even consider getting a pet?" Kurt asked.
"I don't know. I just said the first thing that came to mind. Can't you just tell me what happened?"
"I got a job!" Brittany screamed as she picked up Santana and twirled her around.
"Oh my god, really?"
"Yes!" Brittany said as she sat her back down on her feet.
"That's amazing Britt! Where is it?" Santana had a big smile. She was so proud of her.
"It's at a dance studio! I can't believe they just hired me! All I did was dance for them!"
"Well, I can believe it," Rachel said. She turned to faced Santana, "You should have seen her! It was amazing! I've never seen someone dance like her."
"I'm so proud of you, Brittany! Come here." Santana gave her a tight hug, not letting go for a few moments.
All of a sudden, Kurt's phone rang. "Hello? Sam, calm down. Just tell me what happened…Oh my god, is he okay? Where are you? Okay, I'll be there as soon as I can."
"What happened?" Rachel asked.
"Blaine got hit by a car."
