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A/N: This is my first time writing a strap on scene… this is also your warning that there will be a strap on scene in this chapter. Mhmk… awesome!
*I kind of just realized that I never personally reply to your guys reviews, I sort of read them, smile and apply them to the story soooo… here are my response to the reviews from last chapter.
nat452, secretleztech: Dun dun dunnnn! Is Jackie going to run away? Hmmmm…. Hehe. I think Kayla and Dom would be cute too, cuz he's not that bad of a guy… just a guy.
g, catmig, topmeifyoucan, Spencer007: I'm glad you're pro smut! So am I : ) And there will always be a story line!
Kalon: I swear, you're reading my mind!
WankyDJSK23: By ex do you mean Bella's dad? Because Santana's never had a serious girlfriend that would want her back…
Once again excuse the typos!
Why else would they want you? If your own parents didn't, why would you think you're special; you're not special! Everyone knows you're only worth one thing… so go give them what they want. If you keep them waiting too long they'll give you back to the foster home.
Jackie left her room, walked across the hall and into Santana and Brittany's room.
Santana felt a small body crawl on top of her, she knew it couldn't be Brittany; she had just gone to the bathroom. So she thought maybe Jackie or Isabella got scared and wanted to sleep with them. Her eyes fluttered open when she felt the body sit up and straddle her, her eyes popped open when saw the figure dip their head under the cover. "What the hell," She threw the covers back and dragged the body up, then reached over and turned on the lights. Jackie sat in her lap up in her lap, wiping tears away. Santana was at a loss for words as Jackie's body was shaking with fear.
"I-I-I'm sorry I'm not good yet." She started, her tears falling faster. Even crying, even with her body shaking, Jackie still had that look on her face. Like she'd lost all hope. "I've never done this to another girl-"Santana was confused, her head was spinning.
"Jackie," She lightly pushed the girl off of her lap and onto Brittany's side of the bed. "Sweetie what are you talking about?" Jackie looked up when she heard the bathroom door open and Brittany appear.
"I'll do Brittany next," Brittany's jaw dropped.
"Excuse me?" She asked walking over to the bed. "What's she talking about San?" The Latina blinks for a minute before she sees the hurt and fear in Jackie's eyes, her recent behavior was starting to make sense.
"I think Jackie was just trying to give me oral sex…" Santana whispered slowly in Brittany's ear.
"I know that's why you guys are so nice to me, and that's why you adopted me… You guy want me like how my daddy wanted me. And my brother and my uncle…"
"No, no, no, no…" Santana started to repeat more to herself than Jackie. "Jackie that is the last thing we want from you-"
"Then why do you always tell me how pretty I am! And you bought me all these new clothes so I could look nice for you! And that's why Brittany made me that lunch… you guys just want to have sex with me!" She started to cry harder. "I get it. That's all I'm good for-" Santana wasn't sure how to comfort Jackie right now, she looked over and obviously neither was Brittany. Santana sighed,
"Jackie, I want you to go back to bed, ok? Go back to bed and get a good night sleep because you don't have anything like that to worry about." Brittany interjected, seeing that Santana really didn't know what else to say. She was caught off guard.
"We'll all talk in the morning." Jackie wiped her tears, a little relived.
"Ok…" She whispered and left out the room.
"What. The fuck!" Santana breathed out as Brittany got back into bed.
"Her family really messed her up…"
"They really fucking did and now she thinks anyone who shows her any type of affection is only doing it to have sex with her?!" Santana ran her fingers through her hair, she was beyond frustrated now. "I guess it was stupid of me to think that Jackie could be healed with affection… do you think I hugged her too much?"
"No, no. She needed those hugs; I think her family is getting the best of her. Maybe we should get her counseling? I think it would really help her to talk and cope…" Santana nodded her head in agreement.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah… you're right. Um… I know good counseling center… I'll take her there Saturday." Brittany gave Santana a peck on the cheek. "Should I go check on her?"
"Can I go?" Santana smiled,
"Yeah… just don't scare her." Brittany nodded and made her way out of bed.
She was pleased to see Jackie in her bed, holding Mr. Brown tightly around his neck.
Santana called and told the office she'd be in later that day, while Brittany skipped her morning class. Once Isabella was dropped off the three drove back to apartment in silence. Santana was too busy thinking about what to say to Jackie, how to assure her that Santana wanted nothing more than to love her in an honest, respectable and appropriate way. Brittany was thinking the same, while Jackie was just trying to understand why her life had to be so complicated. Why she had to be the girl that was unlovable and why everyone just wanted one thing from her? What was wrong with her?
When they got into the house Santana asked Jackie to sit down on the couch, but then she thought that was too suggestive so she changed her mind and told her to have a seat at the dining table. "Jackie… last night-"Brittany started but was interrupted by Jackie.
"Why can't I be loved?" She asked, more to herself than to the woman sitting around her. She got louder. "Why am I just a toy to everyone? I-I-I'm not a t-t-oy… I want someone to care, really care." Santana shook her head,
"Brittany and I care so much about you Jackie-"
"No you don't!" She screamed, "No you don't… you only adopted me so that-"
"Jackie, I bought you those clothes because I love you and I wanted you to be more comfortable… Brittany packed your lunch and cut it into a heart because we wanted you to see that even if the other kids didn't think you were special you'd know that we did…"
"You're lying!" And with that Jackie ran into her room.
Santana felt like having Brittany over for her break was the best idea she ever had. Even though the blonde moved around a lot she somehow found her way back into Santana's arms. Santana liked Brittany going with her take Jackie and Isabella to school since their break didn't start as early as hers. With Brittany in the house, really in the house, everything just seemed so right. The blonde was even getting better at pointing out Isabella's fits and her attempts to get her way.
And in turn, getting better at telling the young girl no. The Latina couldn't get enough of Brittany, and the blonde would often wake up to kisses on the lips or light, determined touches on her thigh. Santana enjoyed Brittany bringing her lunch and making quiet, sensual love on the couch. And as much as Santana liked touching Brittany, she desperately wanted to be touched by her as well. But the younger woman was still nervous with her actions, despite how good she'd made Santana feel before.
A week had passed and Jackie was starting to act a little more like herself. She wasn't talking as much but she was smiling more. But at night Santana could hear the young girl crying in her room; Jackie was just waiting for the night where her new parents stopped pretending that they cared, that they loved her and that they just wanted her to be happy. No one cared about her; no one wanted her to be a part of their family. She was nothing.
It was Thanksgiving Day and the women were preparing dinner with Isabella and Jackie helping them of course. "Mommy, can I eat the cake?" Santana laughed,
"Not yet Bella, we have to bake it." Santana said while she and Jackie poured the batter into the pan.
"Can't I lick the bowl?" Isabella asked as she slid her finger around the perimeter of the bowl and licking it.
"Go wash your hands, Bella." Santana said as she put the cake into the oven. She looked over to see Brittany working on the Macaroni and cheese. The Latina walked over and snaked her arms around Brittany's waist. "That looks delicious." Brittany glanced over her shoulder to meet her eyes with Santana's,
"Wanky," She smiled,
"You cannot steal my catch phrase and then use it better than me." Santana tightened her grip, "Britt… I invited Kyra and Kayla over. Um, all of her family was busy and no one was going to make it for dinner… Isabella practically begged me-"
"It's fine. I trust you." Brittany kissed Santana's nose. "And we're going to have enough to feed 10 families." She finished. Santana beamed; if the situation was turned there was no doubt that she'd probably have to cut someone.
"I'm glad you're not mad,"
"I don't have a reason to be jealous, right?"
"No, no… I actually want her and Dominic to meet tonight." Brittany nodded her head and wiggled her way out of Santana's arms to put the dish into the oven. "So, I'm meeting…" Santana tried to remember, "Rachel, and the Asians…"
"Mike and Tina!"
"I'll call them Asian 1 and Asian 2." Santana smiled trying to think some more. Brittany nodded her head.
"I've told them all about you and they're so excited-"
"If you told them all about me they'd probably be scared to me…" Brittany laughed,
"Silly! You're amazing, why wouldn't they be excited to meet you?" Santana shrugged, Brittany had yet to see her bitchy side.
"Quinn and Mercedes can't wait to see you again. You're all they talk about now," Santana said. "Ok…" Santana walked over to turn off the greens. "So how'd you and Rachel meet? And Shannon… well all of them really. I want the whole back story before I meet them." Brittany started to lay out the bread rolls since would be showing up any minute.
"Well, Rachel was my roommate last year, and she can be pretty annoying but she's sweet… she grows on you. Brittany continued to think. "Mike is in my dance class and he's awesome, and Tina is his girlfriend."
"They sound… interesting." Santana laughed.
Quinn and Mercedes were the first to arrive, bringing the potato salad and fruit salad. Next were Finn, Puck, and Dominic and Dominic's friend, Rodney; who all came empty handed, "What the fuck? All three of you seriously only had to get the ham!" She said through gritted teeth. Puck shrugged, while Finn just had this dumb look on his face. "No. Get out." Santana folded her arms. The guys stopped and watched her carefully, wondering if she was serious.
"Not me, right?" Dominic asked. "Sis, I'm hungry."
"And you're going to stay hungry; get out."
"Baby, what's wrong?" Brittany walked to the door.
"They're fucking up the rotation, Britt. They didn't bring the ham." Brittany saw the anger in her girlfriend, "Get out." Santana repeated.
"Ok, um how about this. Puck… go out and get the ham?" Brittany suggested.
"The lines are probably out the door!"
"Then get out." Santana rolled her eyes, she didn't even want to compromise.
"I'll go," Finn said grabbing the keys out of Puck's hand and leaving out again. Santana let the other two men in, but not before giving them the death glare. Kurt and Blain showed up with Mashed potatoes. Finally Rachel arrived with Mike and Tina.
"Guys!" Brittany shouted throwing her arms around them. Santana watched from where she stood in the kitchen talking to Puck, she didn't like the way Mike held onto Brittany a little longer than needed. She didn't like the huge grin that spread across his face even though he saw her I dance class every other day. "Ok, ok, c'mon." She dragged them over to Santana and beamed. "Santana, this is Rachel, Mike and Tina. Guys, this is Santana."
"Asian 1 and 2! Hi!" Brittany quickly frowned while Mike and Tina looked at each other for a while then forced a smile.
"Brittany talks a lot about you," Mike started,
"Funny, this was like the first time she mentioned you." Santana scuffed. She looked over at Brittany who had a pleading look on her face. "It's nice to meet you." Rachel was smiling hard too, a little too hard. And she was abnormally close to Santana.
"Santana, Brittany tells me that you sing? I'm also a singer, and while I may be better than you I could always give you some pointers." Rachel held her hand out for Santana to shake but Santana just looked at it holding her tongue until she couldn't any longer. The smug, irritating look on Rachel's face was getting to her.
"Listen, Man hands, isn't it?" Santana said as if that was the name Brittany had introduced her with, Rachel opened her mouth to protest but Santana didn't bother to let her answer. "I don't need or your man hands telling me how to sing. Ok? If I wanted I could be a star." And that's when it got quiet. Santana smiled as if she didn't do anything wrong, but in her mind she hadn't. Brittany felt the need to interject,
"I'm happy your guys could make it though," Mike laughed.
"Totally, my family is way too Asian for Tina-"
"They always have Sushi an eggrolls… why can't we just have mac and cheese with some chicken?"
"We totally have that!" Brittany beamed, making Mike smiled brighter, Santana snarled. She didn't like the way he smiled at her quirky, adorable girlfriend.
"Britt-Britt,"
Hold up, who the hell is he calling "Britt-Britt"?
"You and me need to rehearse as soon as campus is open again. The dance studio is open late hours for people who need to practice."
"I'm in,"
"Rehearse for what?" Santana asked casually.
"Gee Britt, for the best girlfriend in the world she sure doesn't seem like it." Santana almost attacked Rachel again but Brittany wrapped her arms around the Latina quickly, ready to defend her.
"She does know what for! She just forgot… my showcase baby," Santana formed an 'O' with her mouth. She hadn't totally forgotten… but it was still like 5 months away.
"Right, right… you guys should practice for that," I guess.
The night went on with Isabella being the main entertainment. She sat the adults down and sang to them. She danced for them. She even put on a few skits with Jackie as her co-star of course.,"
"Excuse me!" She shouted to Puck and Dominic, who were talking during her performance. "I'm trying to perform a song here! Be quiet!" She thought about her words, remembering that her mommy and mama had been telling her to be nicer and use kind words more. "Please!" She folded her arms and stood her ground.
"Lopez, teach the angel over there so respect." Puck laughed.
"She said please, Puckerman, now shut your trap." Everyone laughed and Isabella continued her performance of twinkle, twinkle little star. And when Kyra and Kayla walked through the door she demanded that Kyra sing with her. Everyone else however; meaning Puck, Finn, Mike and Dominic all couldn't take their eyes off of Kayla. She was dressed casual, wearing a black and white stripped off the shoulders snug fitting top with a pair of dark skinny jeans that hugged her hips and lifted her backside, with a pair of wedged high heels. Her hair was in deep curls, framing her face and making her look 10 times as gorgeous. "Santana, Brittany! Hi!" She said walking over to the other woman and giving them both hugs. Quinn rolled her eyes at the guys along with Mercedes.
"Gentlemen, please," Quinn started,
"Close your mouths." Mercedes said.
"You're drooling." Tina hit Mike in the chest. Rodney leaned over to Santana,
"She's not cuter than you." He whispered, "No one can take me away from you" Santana rolled her eyes, this little crush Rodney had on her was getting out of control. She put her hand on his face and pushed him away.
"Ew," Santana excused her and Kayla and led her down the hall. Dominic's eyes followed, the lady was prettier than he remembered.
"Are you looking for like… a boyfriend?" Santana asked unsure.
"Um…" Kayla's voice dragged, "I mean, I'm not… not looking for a boyfriend… Why?"
"You should give my brother a chance… he's cute and-"
"Your brother? Isn't he like 16?"
"18. Perfectly legal… I thought you like younger people."
"I like younger women, not immature little boys who just started college,"
"But he's cute…" Santana repeated. Kayla laughed,
"Is he here? Point him out to me." The tip toed back the room and Santana pointed him out. Kayla leaned back against the wall running her finger through her hair. "I think I just got kind of turned on," She breathed. "Fuck. He's not cute Santana, he's sexy as hell." She smiled brightly and so did Santana.
"So you'll date him?"
"I'll fuck him…" Santana's jaw dropped,
"Ok… don't take this the wrong way but… are you a slut?" Kayla started to laugh, "No seriously…"
"Are you?" Santana arched an eyebrow and bit her cheek,
"Touché" She finally said,
"Santana, people like you and me, we enjoy sex, and we're good at it. It's like a skill." The Latina chuckled, this was slightly true.
"But you deserve someone who like… you know, wants you for more than you body. Because you're amazing Kayla and your body is just a bonus." Kayla smiled at Santana's words.
"God, why are you taken?"
"My brother can be just like me… you just have to train him. He's like a fresh puppy. He was practically drooling over you back there." Kayla sighed, she hated to admit it but she did want someone to last for longer than a night; someone who actually wanted her.
"Most guys don't find a woman with a child already very 'long term'." Santana couldn't help but chuckle.
"Dominic loves kids…" Kayla sighed once more; He was pretty sexy.
"I'll give him a chance."
While the children were in Isabella's room playing with her toys, the adults sat in the living room talking while the rest of the food cooked. "Brittany," Dominic laughed "I have to tell you some stories about San-"
"No, you really don't!" Santana warned. The rest of Santana's friends lit up.
"So do I!" They all practically shouted.
"Me first." Dominic continued. "You know how she's all smooth with the ladies and whatever? Well my freshmen year of high school, we're all walking to our table for lunch, and Santana has this trey of Salisbury steak-"Santana grew bright red,
"Shut up!" She throws a pillow but that doesn't stop Dominic.
"And there's this chick, Ashley Crowford-"
"I remember her!" Puck interrupts with a dreamy look on his face.
"Well Santana was so busy checkin' out her ass-"
"She had on that damn skirt!" Santana tried to stick up for herself.
" And she didn't notice someone's book bag in the middle of the walkway. So she trips, and everyone's starting at her-"
"Including Ashley," Puck laughs.
"And the meat, the sauce, her chocolate milk, the vegetable go flying everywhere and the next thing you know Santana had broccoli in her hair-"
"Gravey on her shirt,"
"Milk on her face."
"It was. Hilarious!"
"Please! Stop talking!" Brittany and Kayla start to laugh loudly as Santana gets much brighter. "It's not that funny… she shouldn't have had on that damn mini skirt!" Santana repeats, but suddenly she can't help but smile.
Thinking about Ashley and that damn skirt.
Brittany grabs Santana and pulls her into a hug.
"It's ok to be gay," She whispers giving her a peck on the cheek. "I think it's cute." Brittany starts to think, "Wait… Santana, I thought you slept with girls in high school? You said that you would have them over for the night… why would some girls ass in a skirt distract you."
"I never said I had sex with them though," Santana pointed out. Mercedes chimes in,
"Santana wasn't always a smooth talker, or a smooth looker for that matter." Quinn laughs and interjects.
"No, Santana would have sleepovers with all the cheerleaders and she would be a pervert and just watch us-"
"I never looked at you Fabrey," Santana hissed.
"Sure you didn't!" Mercedes laughed as well. "How about the time Rory tried to ask Santana out? Wasn't it like our sophomore year?" Puck and Finn nodded their heads.
"Poor Rory, Santana you broke his heart." Finn sighed, remembering the Irish boy crying for days.
"Honestly, when you guys told me that 'Rory' wanted to ask me out… I thought it was a girl. I should have been the one crying." The whole crowd was laughing now, specifically at Santana.
"Ok guys," Brittany took Santana's hand "Leave my girlfriend alone."
"Rachel, Mike… you have to a story about Britt?" They all shook their head no.
"Wait how about-" Quinn points out.
"Time to eat!" Santana shouted making everyone get up and go the table.
When it was time to eat Santana introduced Dominic and Kayla. "Dom, this is my friend Kayla-"Dominic stepped in front of Santana immediately and was very close to Kayla now.
"What's up?" He asked in a deep, beyond sexual voice. Santana groaned and moved to go and sit with Brittany. Kayla had to laugh at Dominic, as attractive as she found his voice; he was a bit too cocky too soon. She extended her arm pushing him away from her.
"Hi," She said dryly. They sat down and beside each other.
"So…" Dominic said. He glanced over at Santana who was egging him on, "Where do you work? I mean like w-what do you do…"
"I'm a doctor." She said in a little warmed tone.
"Oh… anything specific…"
"I learned how to perform surgeries, and I could become a heart surgeon but with Kyra my time would be taken up," Dominic nodded, understanding. "So, I'm just like a regular doctor. I have office hours and I make appointments but I get paid damn well for it. Um, what are you in school for?" Kayla was hoping he would give her an answer to let her know that he had some type of direction. Santana and Brittany both watched in wonder, hoping he would give the right response.
"You know, I just be chillin'." Santana hit herself in the face with her palm. Why was her brother trying to be so cool?
"You don't "Chill" in school Dominic; you "Chill" on a couch in the comfort of your own home. Once you get a home, of course. You can "Chill" at the movies… if you can afford to even go to one. But if you just "Chill" in school you'll never get anywhere other than maybe becoming a manager at Burger King, McDonalds; maybe! Because even then they'd hire someone with a college degree before they'd hire you to run their entire business; when it comes to your school and you're preparing for your life and you don't just "Chill" with your future." Kayla said in a weirdly calm voice. Brittany had to laugh while Santana looked around the table, wondering if anyone else heard Kayla just pretty much tell her brother about himself. Dominic was dumbstruck, usually girls didn't care about his future… they wanted the simple answer.
"Dominic, my room. Now!" Santana said sternly.
As soon as they got to Santana room she hit Dominic in the back of his head. "Dumbass! She's a grown woman, did you think you could get by with that kind of answer?!"
"I don't know, I thought-"
"No, you didn't think! Kayla wants you to think! She wants you to have ambitions and opinions. She's not a 17 years old girl who finds dumb, unaccomplished thugs sexy." Dominic blinked. Santana sighed, "What are you in school for?" Santana already knew the answer.
"To be a medical doctor-" That earned him another slap on the back of the head.
"Hey! Lookie there; She's a fucking-" Santana started to hit him hard in his arm, "Doctor! I wonder what the hell you two could have talked about!" She continued to hit her brother. "Oh, maybe about the shit that doctors do!" Dominic finally catches her hands.
"San… ow!"
"Oh my god... Dominic do you know how to pick up woman?" He shook his head no.
"Not woman like her and Brittany apparently." He mentally slapped himself. Santana grew a bit softer.
"Rule number one, be yourself. Not your "I'm trying to get with you" self… be you. Ok?" He took a deep breath and nodded his head.
"I can do this!" He finally said and they headed out.
The rest of the night went pretty well. Dominic and Kayla were starting to get along, and Dominic was even making her laugh, he even took it upon himself to talk to Kyra and he made laugh too. Which was rare because she was so shy. Brittany and Santana did a high five; they'd found someone for Dominic… maybe.
Santana and Brittany were also pleased to see Jackie talking to everyone. She looked almost happy. Almost.
"I don't want to go talk to anyone." Jackie said in the car.
"But you need to, ok? Jackie, I want to help you and so does Britt. We think this would be the best thing for you… you can share all of your feelings with this lady." Jackie sighed.
"Whatever." They pulled into the parking lot and got out of the car.
Ms. Sylvester had a lot of toys; her office looked similar to a toy store. The couch she had was cherry red and looked very bubbly, while her walls were bright, very clean and white. "Hi Santana, it's nice to see you again." She smiled.
"Thanks for see Jackie on such short notice." Santana breathed. She prayed this would help her daughter; she didn't want her to feel like she had no meaning.
"No problem, Hi Jackie." Jackie gave a small wave. She didn't want to be here. She wanted to go back in her room and cry and wait until they gave in and took her however they wanted her. "Santana, you can leave us alone so we can chat," Sue wanted to see how Jackie would react to being alone with a stranger, she wanted to see just how traumatized she was and just how attached to Santana she was. When Jackie held tightly onto Santana's leg and refused to let go she got her answer. She was shocked to say the least, children who had been abused like Jackie didn't trust anyone, and if they did it took years to get there. And if she trusted Santana so much why did she feel like the woman was going to hurt her? Santana looked at Sue with a pleading eye; Jackie practically was now digging her nails into the Santana's bare legs. "Jackie, Santana doesn't have to leave if you don't want her to. She can stay." Jackie's grip lightened once Santana told her that she wasn't going anywhere and that she had nothing to worry about.
Sue let Jackie play with the Bratz dolls that she had. She watched the games Jackie played with the dolls and took notes on the way she had them touch each other. She watched how she made the male dolls hit the girls if they didn't listen or if they disobeyed them. She watched how Jackie made them scream. Santana watched as well, getting more and more worried as Jackie played; how had she missed all of this? When Sue tried to talk to Jackie the young girl would blow her off with a one word answer, she didn't engage in conversation and she would often look over at Santana to comfort herself.
After two hours the session was over but they let Jackie play with the dolls while they exchanged a few words. "Obviously Jackie has sexual problems… but its also obvious that she's not ready to talk about them to me-"
"She always talks about what they did to her!" Santana tried not to scream, she wanted Jackie to talk now. She wanted to fix everything now.
"Does she talk to you or does she tell you?"
"She…" Santana thought, her and Jackie never really had talked about what happened in Jackie's household. Santana knew the dirty details but her and Jackie never discussed them. To be honest, it hurt both of them to even bring up the events. "She definitely tells me about them."
"And one day, sooner or later, she'll be ready to talk to you about them, you or me; Or Brittany. Either way, it'll be a good thing. She's trying to ignore it, make what happened go away, but she's seen and done more than any girl her age should have to. And she thinks that if she pushes it away it'll disappear." Santana nodded again looking over at Jackie holding back her tears. "I'd say to keep being affectionate with her but hold back on anything physical for now, unless she asks for it of course."
"O-okay." Santana said grabbing her and Jackie's coats. "Mija, let's go."
Friday Night!
Brittany straddled Santana later on that night, resting her knees on either side of the woman's body. Santana peeked up from the book she was reading and smiled, "Hey baby." She said. She put the book down and then attempted to take her glasses off,
"No don't take them off," Brittany sat in Santana's lap, staring at her. Santana grew shy under Brittany's glare. "You're gorgeous," The Latina blushed; she'd really didn't know how to react to Brittany's attention. She'd never really been called gorgeous before, she took in a sharp breath when Brittany reached over and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Brittany was really her first real girlfriend, everyone else were one night stands or stuck around for about a month. She felt her heart start to beat faster as Brittany scooted closer.
"I'm not that gorgeous with these glasses on," Santana said under her breath. She'd always hated her glasses.
"No! Don't say that…" Brittany almost shouted. "I like your glasses; they remind me of how smart you are." Santana just smiled, how could she not? Brittany leaned forward, placing a sweet peck on Santana's lips. Brittany was amazing, truly amazing. But the longer they were together the more Santana didn't think she deserved her, or that Brittany deserved more. But at the same time, she never wanted the blonde to leave. She actually hated the fact that Brittany technically had another home to go to. Santana lived for falling asleep with Brittany in her arms, she breathed for the kissed the blonde would give her in the morning and looked forward to eating dinner with her. But Santana felt like what she and Brittany had could easily be taken away by someone else; another women that had more to offer to Brittany; a woman who didn't have half as much responsibility as Santana and could show Brittany a good time almost every night.
"San?" Brittany asked noticing her girlfriend in deep though. It took Santana a moment to realize that she was being talked to,
"Yeah baby?"
"You look like you're thinking… that always makes my brain hurt." Brittany said half joking half serious.
"Do I bore you? Are we boring? I mean… I'm… we're so domestic. I mean, I know I am because of Isabella and now Jackie, I've always been like that… but do I bore you?" Santana blurted out, Brittany had to chuckle.
"Not at all-" He grazed her hand over Santana's cheek.
"Because you could be with anybody, Brittany. You could be with someone that-"
"That what? You think because you have a family that I don't want to be with you." Brittany frowned and looked Santana in her eyes. "You have a job… you have a career and a beautiful house…" She said. "Between my dad's problem, and my mom dying and all my family living so far away… I've never had a domestic life…" She looked around the room for a while. "I like it, it's comfortable, and I feel safe with you, and I feel happy here."
"But you could be with someone so much more fun,"
"I'm a really boring person myself, San. I'm like a homebody. I love sitting in this room with you and looking into your eyes or kissing you, and I love when we all have movie night and Bella makes us watch Little Mermaid a thousand times. I like cooking breakfast and packing lunches and helping Bella get ready for bed, I feel like I mean something. I like those moments. I don't need other people, especially not people my age who thinks that fun is having an orgy at a house party, to tell me how to have fun. With my girlfriend and our family," Santana nodded her head. "I think…" Brittany paused for Santana to follow her, "That you think, we're boring because we never have alone time in the day… how about we spend all of tomorrow together? Just you and me, those lips, these lips…" Santana licked her lips, she liked that idea.
"Mhm, I'd like that very much." Brittany smiled even harder, "And I have the perfect plan for us,"
"Quinn's coming to get the girl's right?"
"First thing in the morning," Brittany nodded, starting to nibble on Santana's plum, full lips. Santana moaned into the kiss, deepening it quickly with her tongue. She pulled away after a minute, it didn't matter what the blonde did, everything about her made Santana want her in too many ways to count. She began to kiss Brittany's ear, "In the mean time… I think I have something we can do that's not boring…something different…"
"Different?" Santana nodded her head slowly, biting her bottom lip and keeping it between her teeth nervously. "Different how?"
"I-I have a strap on-"
"You're a lesbian!" Brittany exclaimed. "You don't like… male parts… isn't that what a strap on is?" Santana got even more nervous now,
"I wear it…" Brittany grew silent and Santana could feel the tension now. "It feels good… or so I've been told… it feels better than being with a guy-"
"How?" Brittany asked. Santana gave a smug smile,
"Because I know how to stroke," Although she was joking, she was also dead serious. "It was silly suggestions just forget I asked ok?"
"No… do you like using it on girls you sleep with?" Santana couldn't lie; she did. It made her feel in charge and she loved being able to do so many different positions with it… all she could do was nod her head to Brittany, she felt like the blonde was judging her.
"We don't have to use it, baby… I don't mind-"
"We can try it." Brittany blurted out not letting Santana finish her sentence, and Santana's frown quickly turned into a grin. "I mean, if you like using it-"
"Ok!"
Santana hoped out of bed and motioned for Brittany to follow her. She pulled a trunk out of the back of her closet. The trunk had a combination lock on it and Brittany watched in awe as Santana unlocked it, revealing too many sex toys for her to count. The Latina had vibrators, dildo's, weird looking clamp like things…
"Santana-"
"I have different sizes…" Santana said handing Brittany a few dildos's that she thought would suite Brittany well.
"Why the lock?" Santana laughed at the memory.
"I… I came home from work last year and Dominic was sleeping on the couch, and Bella was in my room. When I came in she'd pulled the trunk out and was playing with them. She had them all over the floor and she was pretending they were barbie's." Brittany busted into tears while laughing. "Yeah… I was so pissed at Dominic because she kept asking me what they were. And like… she picked up one that vibrated… oh god.' Santana cringed at the thought, "I snatched it from her hand and kicked her out because I was so mortified. Luckily, she'd just turned 3 so I'm sure she remembers nothing of them. But I made Dominic go out and buy me a lock…" Brittany's laughing subsided and she eventually calmed down.
"You have so many-"
"I've had relations with a lot of bisexual women Britt," Santana justified. Brittany examined a clear one, it was made out of a gel material, Brittany thought. "I clean them too," Santana added after her last statement. "Well." Santana smiled at the one Brittany was holding in her hand. "I think you'd like that one." The clear dildo was about 8in long and 4in thick.
"I don't hate it…" Brittany's voice faded as she began to bend the dildo, examining it more. "What are these… bumps on it?" Santana chuckled.
"Extra pleasure," She said simply. "Take your clothes off," She said taking the dildo from Brittany and pulled out a harness of the trunk as well. Brittany listened and stared to unbutton her shirt, she got distracted by Santana pulling her shirt over her head and her breast fell free. The blonde smiled.
"God, those are nice." Brittany cooed. Santana blushed but continued to get naked. She maneuvered the dildo into the harness and then slipped it up her leg. She positioned it so that the base of the dildo would hit her clit while she was moving in and out of Brittany. Santana noticed that Brittany was still distracted, now by the long dildo hanging from between her legs. Santana stepped closer to her girlfriend, not taking her eyes away from the blue ones staring back for a even a moment. She slipped Brittany's shirt off and let it hit the floor, next were her night shorts.
"I promise, "Santana started kissing Brittany's lips softly. "I'll make it feel good." Santana assured her. "And if you don't… I'll just rock your world with my fingers; and my tongue. Okay?" Brittany nodded.
"Do I have to suck it?" Brittany asked. Santana shook her head.
"Not if you don't want to. I have lubrication that smells like strawberries." Brittany forced a smile on her face and went to lie down.
Santana joined her, crawling slowly up the blonde's body until she was hovering above her. They stared at each other for a moment, Santana leaned down, kissing Brittany on the lips with such passion that the blonde was already breathless and turned on. She wanted Brittany to be relaxed and calm, so as she kissed her she rubbed her thighs up and down; careful to keep her actions gentle. Once she felt Brittany relax a little more she started to kiss her way down, nipping along her jaw line, licking at her collarbone and taking pink nipple in her mouth and sucking vigorously. She flicked her tongue over Brittany's stiff, pink nipple, sucking on it gently and cupping the other one. Brittany moaned in approval and reached her hand down, grabbing some of Santana's hair in her palm. Santana then slipped her finger into Brittany's panties and slide them down, and letting Brittany kick them off. The Latina took no time diving into Brittany's sex, lapping at her clit and toying with her entrance with her fingers. Brittany felt her head spinning by how fast Santana's tongue was moving and she started to squirm when she felt her orgasm bubbling in her stomach. Santana was pleased with how quickly she'd made Brittany wet, but she didn't want Brittany to cum just yet so she pulled away and kissed her way up the blonde's body.
"San," Brittany whined as Santana hovered over her again. Santana just chuckled a little and reached over to get the lubrication off her night stand.
"Patience baby," She said squirting some onto the dildo and stroking up and down. Brittany tensed up once more, whenever she and Dominic used to have sex she hated how it felt. And the dildo was slightly bigger than Dominic was as well, she started to have doubts.
"Santana... you promise it'll feel good?" Santana shook her head no. She could see the doubt in Brittany's eyes.
"I guess I can't promise it'll feel good Britt," She said regretting her earlier words. "I promise that if you don't like it I'll stop right away, no questions, no comments. I'll stop. And we can do it how we always do." Santana assured her. Brittany nodded her head, "But baby, if you don't relax it will hurt." Santana added. She kissed Brittany once more, her hands roaming the blonde's body until she felt her doubts fade away. Santana began to stroke the dildo a few more times with her right hand, making sure it was enough lubrication, and she parted Brittany's legs further with her left hand. She began to run the dildo up and down Brittany's sex, rubbing against her clit purposely, earning a soft cry from Brittany. "You ready?" She asked. Brittany bit her lip and nodded her head yes.
The dark haired women held the dildo in her hands and pushed forward into her girlfriend, fitting the head in.
"Ah!" Brittany screamed at the intrusion, Santana paused, rubbing Brittany's thighs as the dildo rested inside of her.
"Relax baby, just relax," She whispered, "I won't hurt you." She told the blonde. Brittany nodded her head and reached up, asking Santana to hug her. The Latina knew it'd be hard to work the dildo and bend down so she could comfort Brittany, but she figured comforting the blonde was much more important right now. She smiled and scooped Brittany in her arms laying them down together, Brittany rested her hands on Santana's back and just enjoyed being with her like this.
"Keep going," She breathed. Santana pushed more in and she felt Brittany dig her nails painfully deep into the flesh on her back; but she liked how it felt. She pushed in a little further and Santana moaned out when the base hit her clit just right. "Stop San…" Brittany breathed,
"Do you want me to pull-"
"No, just leave it for a second…" The blonde said closing her eyes. Only about two inches were in and she felt pretty stretched already.
"Does it hurt baby?" Santana asked Brittany.
"No…" Brittany breathed. Santana moved her head and started to kiss anywhere she could on Brittany, her hair, her neck, her back, her shoulders, she just wanted the blonde to enjoy it.
"Ok, ok…" Santana sat up to get a better angel, she hovered over Brittany who was now resting on the pillow, her hair spread around her face and making Santana smile.
"Do you trust me?" Santana asked. Brittany nodded her head, "Tell me,"
"I trust you." Santana grabbed Brittany's hips, holding them up a little and keeping her in place. "San, what are- shit!" Brittany covered her mouth quickly when she felt Santana trust into her slowly, yet so deeply. "Oh my god…" She groaned as a tear fell down her cheek, that's when she realized the full length still wasn't inside of her; just most of it. She felt so full; her legs were shaking from the unexpected contact.
"Shhh," Santana caressed her cheek, she rubbed the blondes thighs and peppered kissed all over her chest. "Give it time to adjust," Santana whispered. Brittany nodded, her eyes still shut tight. She loved how sweet Santana was being. The blonde loved having Santana lay flush against her, the dildo deep inside and Santana just caressing her and tell her everything was ok. She liked having the Latina's hands all over her, gradually rubbing every inch of skin that she could. Brittany loved the feeling of her hot breath on her neck, it soothed her. Santana was careful to move her lower half; she didn't want to startle Brittany anymore than she already had. She needed her girlfriend to enjoy this. If Brittany hated this she had no idea what she would do with herself knowing that she was the one that talked her into the whole thing. When it came to sex Santana was never really concerned about the women, yeah sure, she loved getting them off and she loved when they got her off, but there was never any feeling behind it. When she used the strap on other girls she was never this gentle and caring with them, but something about Brittany made her want to be gentle and caring, and sweet and sensitive. "Just let it adjust," Santana kept whispering in Brittany's ear and she felt the blonde's walls slowly opening wider, giving her more room to stroke and work.
Santana leaned down a bit and began to roll her hips, stroking inside of Brittany with ease. Both women gasped at the feeling of the dildo moving. Brittany became memorized by how Santana was moving her hips, how she was working the dildo so well. "H-How are you doing that?" Brittany moaned. The blonde snaked her arms though Santana's, hooking them onto her shoulders and holding tightly. Santana just chuckled and continued to roll her hips, going a bit faster when she saw Brittany eyes flutter and her lips part slightly
"Mhm, te gusta este?" Santana moaned, gripping Brittany hips tighter and began to pound into her. She knew it turned Brittany on when she spoke in Spanish. The blonde quickly became much wetter and she began to hear smacking sounds. The blonde let out a groan as her body reacted to Santana's movements and words.
"Mhfhhmm!" The Latina took Brittany's sounds as a yes to her question, she sat up straight, with one swift trust, Santana reentered Brittany painfully slow, sliding the entire dildo in her. "Mhmmma-ahh!" Brittany cried, her hands instantly flew to her mouth and she covered it quickly, beginning to scream into her palm. Santana chuckled again, repeating the action and causing Brittany to whimper and bit down on her arm.
"Try and be quiet, baby." Santana moaned, her own clit throbbing now. Brittany was in a trance, she watched Santana's hips trust back and forth in such a way that she felt like she was going to explode at any moment.
The dark haired woman's hips looked so good, so sexy with their movement. The blonde began to quiver when she felt the dildo hit that spot deep within her.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
Brittany's muscles clench and her thighs start to shake and squeeze around Santana.
"Santana!"
God, Santana loved how her name sounded on Brittany's lips.
The Latina kept going, picking up her speed, and going into Brittany much harder. She couldn't feel her walls clenching but she could feel the resistance with every stroke. "Oh… oh… ooohhh!" Santana cried, she threw her head down into the crook of Brittany's neck. The dildo grazed across every ridge and dent inside of Brittany, it caressed every intimate ounce of her body, her hole was being stretched and Brittany felt so exhausted but it felt so damn good. Santana rolling, and jerking and stroking and trusting was all too much for Brittany.
Everything was going black and Brittany wasn't sure just quite what her body was doing.
She tried to keep her attention on the hips moving into her rapidly, she tried to keep her attention on making this last, but with Santana glaring down at her mixed with the way she working Brittany's body; it was no use. Everything melted around the blonde into blackness and she felt every muscle tense. Santana, still holding onto Brittany's hips, managed to lean down so that she was licking Brittany's ear and still stroking like a pure sex god.
"Say my name again." Santana growled she herself was close to release but seeing Brittany cum would send her over the edge, hearing her name leave Brittany's lips would make her dizzy. Speaking of dizzy, Brittany felt dizzy already and to be honest the only thing she could remember was her lover's name.
"Santana! Santana… San-ahhh!"
"Don't cum yet," Santana stopped her movements all together, still balls deep inside of the blonde. Not only did she want Brittany to cum so hard that she would be paralyzed for the rest of the night, she wanted Brittany to beg.
"No, no, no!" Santana kissed Brittany caught Brittany's lips in a slow, sensual manner. She knew she was an evil genius.
"Don't cum until I tell you to, do you understand?" She asked against Brittany's lips. Brittany was shaking with want but she managed to stutter out.
"Yes,"
Santana proceeded, trusting into Brittany with such ease, with such care, Brittany swallowed a moan. She threw her head back, closed her eyes and let her jaw drop; she was prepared to enjoy this while lasted. Santana stayed quiet, even though it was getting hard for even her to control herself, the strap itself was now soaked thanks her own arousal, but the look on Brittany's face made her wait worth it. As Brittany began to pant and breathe heavily, when Santana's speed increased, she spread Brittany's legs much further, pressing them into the bed. "Oh… god! San-sa-santaa-na! Oh fuck…" Suddenly Brittany lost knowledge of all words. Her hands ran up to Santana shoulders and snaked around her neck as the Latina drove into her, rolling her hips in a wave like motion before she stopped her movements once more.
"Santana!" Brittany whined,
"What do you need, Britt."
"I nee-d t-to cum… please?" The want in Brittany's voice was enough and Santana continued her motions. Brittany opened her mouth to speak but nothing but whimpers crawled from her throat, she couldn't stay quiet, her eyes flew open and shut again. She didn't know what to do with Santana so deep inside of her.
"Cum for me, Britt." Santana reached her hand down low and pressed on Brittany's clit with force. "Cum for me baby-"
"Ahh!" Brittany screamed as her back arched off the bed in an instance, her moans were muffled by Santana quickly kissing her. The Latina trusted deeper, harder making Brittany scream louder as she felt everything in her become weak. The blonde was twitching, trembling, beneath Santana and her body was tired and limp.
"Jesus… Brittany!" Santana moaned, her own orgasm ripping through her body and causing her back side to arch up, and her head to fall. "Fuck…" She cried out. Brittany smiled as Santana mustered up enough strength to pull the harness down and throw it to the ground. Their pants filled the room as they lay side by side, too weak to really move. Santana was the first to catch her breath and she pulled Brittany into her. "I love you," She whispered into the paralyzed blonde's ear. "I love you so much," It was then that she noticed Brittany had fallen asleep.
Saturday Morning.
Santana had been up for about an hour, Quinn had came and got then girls and she was now resting on her side, watching Brittany sleep. She loved the blondes light breathing and the little whistle that would escape her lips every now then. She was so damn beautiful. Santana leaned over and gave her a light peck on her lips, "Good morning," Brittany whispered. She fluttered her eyes opened and smiled at the sight of Santana being so close to her. The Latina's hair was messy and hung low by her face, Santana pushed it out of the way.
"I've been thinking," Santana started, she traced her finger over Brittany's cheek,
"Mhm," Brittany bit her bottom lip and stared up at Santana with those big, bright, innocent blue eyes, and Santana wanted to attack. But she couldn't if her idea fell through.
"You've never masturbated before and I think that's why you're nervous to touch me. You don't know how good it feels-"
"I'm not nervous to touch you," Santana arched an eyebrow, sat up and folded her arms. "Ok… so I am just a little."
"And so I want you to touch yourself." Brittany's eyes grew wide.
"San-"
"Please," Suddenly Santana's voice was deep with desire, "Touch yourself, Britt," Santana leaned back down to her original position and began to kiss Brittany's neck, helping her to get in the mood. Brittany drew in a sharp breath, she wasn't sure how many more morning she could survive waking up this kind of attention. "You'll like it, picture it's me." She said pulling away. Brittany nodded her head, she took her hand from the under the covers and placed it on her stomach.
"I-I don't know what to do…" Brittany hid her face quickly, "I'm dumb…"
"No you're not," Santana laughed. "Start off with your breast…" Brittany ran her hands slowly up her stomach, grabbing her breast and started to massage it. Santana sat beside Brittany, watching her with lust in her eyes. It was killing her how slow Brittany was going. But she wanted her to please herself… Brittany's deep moan knocked her out of her thoughts. She glared at Brittany as the blonde took her stiff nipples between her fingers and twisted them hard. She moaned again.
"San, that feels good…" Santana licked her lips.
"Keep going baby, "
"Mhm, talk to me San… I like when you talk to me." The Latina smiled; she leaned closer to Brittany's ear, fighting the urge to nibble on the blonde's ear.
"You look so sexy right now," Santana husked. "Do you like how I touch you?"
"Yes!" Brittany cried out. Santana moaned again, close to Brittany's ear and sending chills down her spine. Brittany felt her arousal seeping through her shorts and spreading around her on the bed.
"Where do you want me, baby?"
"I-I-I… uhh… I-"
"Mhm, say it,"
"I-I- want you… to touch me."
"Touch you where?" Brittany whined,
"My pussy," She whispered, barely letting her lips part, Santana grinned again,
"Go ahead Britt," Brittany ran her fingers from her breast to her stomach and to her core, "Don't go inside yet, tease yourself," Brittany nodded feeling herself get much wetter,
"I want you so bad," She cried, closing her eyes and spreading her legs wide. She kept her circle loose and sloppy, not yet making contact with her clit. "Please,"
"I'm going to make you cum so hard," Brittany whimpered, "Do you want me to make you cum?"
"Y-yeah." Brittany began to circle her clit, her actions becoming tighter and more determined; it felt good but she needed Santana. "Touch me, San."
"Mhmmmm," Santana hummed in her ear. "Do I feel good, baby? Do my fingers feel good on your clit Britt?"
"Oh god, yes!" Brittany's clit was swollen and her panties were ruined. She was so turned on. Santana reached out but then pulled her hand back,
"Take your panties off," She growled, Santana wanted them off; now! Brittany was taking too long for her so she tugged them down herself. "Fuck yourself," Santana rasped. Brittany loved the feeling of Santana lingering over her,
"Santana-"
"Fuck yourself Brittany," She rasped again. "Only one finger," Brittany nodded and plunged into herself quickly,
"Ahhh!" She cried and shut her eyes tight,
"Add another, nice and slow," Santana instructed, Brittany drove another finger in and screamed.
"Ca-can I add more?"
"Yes," Brittany plunged another finger into her and she felt her walls tighten, she felt her muscle tighten. "Curl your fingers," Santana was getting wet from watching Brittany and it was so fucking hard to contain herself. Brittany followed her instructions and curled her fingers. She began to cry and whimper, whisper things that she didn't even know she was say.
"Ohhhh god! Oh god… Santana! I-I'm cumming… shii-ahhhh!" Brittany screamed and gripped the sheets, she moved her fingers quickly, and she felt her release so close, she was panting now, gasping for air.
"Te gusta, cum for me baby, let it go." And with that Brittany came undone, she groaned. Brittany threw her head back and her eyes shut tightly, her legs began to shake and her body starts to quiver. She can't stop how good it feels. And her back arches before she falls onto the bed, pulling her fingers out and opening her eyes slightly.
"San," She whined with a smile. Santana purred as she nuzzled close to Brittany, bringing her into her arms.
"Shhh baby, relax so you can take a shower and then we can get our day started." Santana whispered, giving Brittany light kisses all over her body.
Santana decide to start the day off with something that she knew Brittany loved; ice skating. "San, how'd you know I liked Ice Skating?" Brittany asked lacing up her skates. Santana was too busy concentrating on lacing up hers. Brittany giggled, "Let me help you," She got up and got on her knees and grabbed Santana's leg.
"Thanks…"
"How'd you know?"
"You brought it up while you and Dominic were still dating…"
"You remembered?" Santana nodded her head.
"I know you haven't done it in a while but I figured you could get reacquainted with it," Brittany smiled,
"Do you know how to ice skate?"
"No," Santana shook her head, "I prefer regular shoes… I have this like… fear…" Santana began to think. "What if I fall and my leg like jumps up and the blade slices me in the face?" Brittany starts to laugh, "Seriously Britt, I'm too damn pretty."
"Yes, yes you are." Brittany reaches up and kisses Santana on the lips, maybe for a little too long because some of the other people in the rink were starting to look at them.
"I love an audience." Santana mummers against the blonde's lips with a smile.
"You are a very," Brittany pecks her lips once more. "Dirty girl,"
"You're my dirty girl." Santana brought Brittany between her legs.
"People are watching," Brittany giggled when Santana started to kiss her jaw line.
"Mhm, ask how much I care." Santana pulled away, giving Brittany a goofy smile. "You look very cute in your little skating outfit." Brittany had on a pair of warm cotton leggings and a pale purple jacket that hugged her body, with her hair in a ponytail. Santana on the other hand just had on a red and black sweater that was one size too big, a small black mini skirt and a pair of stockings.
"You just might freeze in that skirt." Santana shrugged.
"I read something on Google to wear something you can move around in, besides, these stockings are extremely warm." Santana stood up, careful to not let go of the bench. Brittany took her hand,
"And when Bella wants to wear a skirt like she did last week-"
"No."
"Hypocrite,"
"Yes, yes I am."
"C'mon slow poke."
As soon as they hit the ice Santana flat on her butt. "Brittany," She whined pouting her lips and folding her arms, sitting on the ice like a child. "It's cold,"
"So get up silly."
"I don't know how to skate."
"What do you think I'm here for?" Brittany held out both hands for Santana to take. Santana hesitated before she took Brittany's hand and got herself up; she beamed at how warm Brittany's hands were, even though her gloves. She almost fell again but this time ended up doing a split. "Sexy…" Brittany breathed, she couldn't take her eyes away from Santana and her long, tanned legs, and neither could a few of the guys that were skating as well.
"Fuck…" Santana whispered, but then laughed. "Can you pull me up?" Brittany giggled bending down, taking Santana by the waist and pulling her to her feet. She held the Latina's waist, letting her get her balance first, and then she held onto both of Santana's hands, holding them out so that Santana could maintain her balance.
"Focus on something,"
"Ok," A huge smile crossed Santana's face as she stared at Brittany, causing the blonde to blush.
"Not me!" She shouted with a grin.
"It's kind of hard, you're so damn beautiful, and god Britt, you're eyes…"
"Alright, you can stare." The two giggled together and before Santana knew it she was skating forward easily, with Brittany in front of her skating backwards.
"How the hell are you doing that?"
"I asked you the same thing last night." Brittany arched an eyebrow while Santana laughed.
"Practice," Brittany nodded her head in agreement.
"Ok… so right now I'm pretty much pulling you across the ice, so like…push outward so you can push yourself."
"Mhmm, I like this though."
"San,"
"Ok, ok…" Santana pushed her foot out and then again. "Holy shit, I'm skating."
"Can I let go?"
"No!" Brittany giggled and assured Santana that she wouldn't let go.
"I know this is our day, but maybe we could bring Bella and Jackie here?"
"I think they'd like that. And they'd like seeing me fall on my ass."
"Yeah, they would."
After skating for at least five hours, the two went to Breadstix for lunch. "You are not paying, Santana."
"But I am, Britt-Britt." The Latina didn't look up from her menu,
"But-"
"Baby, I don't mind paying. I prefer it." Santana shrugged like what she said next was no big deal, "I don't mind taking care of you."
"But I don't want you to take care of me!" Brittany said a little more sternly. "Can I tip?" She asked quietly, Santana sighed, she saw this was a hard subject because of Brittany's dad.
"Yes baby, you can tip and I'll pay for our meals." Brittany beamed, feeling accomplished with the disagreement. "I like having you over…" Santana said after she put her menu down, "Like a lot."
"Well that's good because I like being there." Santana wanted to ask the blonde to move in, but she was positive that would be moving too fast for Brittany.
"I feel like I don't know anything about you," Santana finally said.
"You know plenty about me,"
"I mean all of your embarrassing stories; god knows my friends told you plenty." Brittany giggled.
"I can tell you a few."
"Yay!" Santana began to clap enthusiastically. "Shoot."
"In 5th grade I say in water and it looked like I peed my pants."
"Typical." Santana laughed.
"My freshmen year I forgot my locker combination and my teacher told me not to come to class without my book so I sat on the floor by my locker crying for about two hours."
"Awww Britt…"
"She was a bitch." Brittany started to think. "Um, I tripped over my own feet in the hallway in front of all these guys one time, and I had on this skirt because I wanted to be cute that day. Well, when I fell my skirt went flying up and I was wearing ice cream panties-"
"Brittany…" Santana started to die of laughter.
"And of course they all started saying "I wouldn't mind eating that strawberry ice cream,'" Brittany tuned bright red as Santana's laughing got louder.
"Ha! It's funny because your pussy is pink," Santana threw her head down to control herself as the joke sunk in more.
"San!"
"I'm sorry." But she was still laughing. "Tell me another." She got out after her laughter calmed down.
"I can't think of more… "Santana accepted the answer and smiled when their food arrived. For the next two hours the two talked about any and everything that came to mind.
When they got back home around 7 the kitchen counter had been turned into a hot chocolate bar: complete with whip cream, marshmallows, Swiss miss vanilla flavoring, cinnamon and steaming hot water. Most of the furniture had been moved out the way except for the couch that was sitting in front of a heater, and it was fairly cold in the house. "San…" Brittany asked.
"Well, I can't do a bonfire because my land lord was being an ass… so I had Mercedes come here with the spare key under the mat and she set this up for us. I figured we could change and get comfortable and sip hot chocolate in front of the heater and pretend we're like… I don't know…" Brittany's face was blank and Santana was positive that she was the worst at romantic ideas. "I'm sorry, this is boring… god, I'm boring, what the hell-"Her sentence was cut off by Brittany's lips pressing to hers.
"I love hot chocolate… and I like heaters." Santana smiled back at Brittany's grinning face.
"So this isn't dumb?" Brittany shook her head.
"I think it's damn romantic actually, and today was the best day ever. I love you." With one more peck Brittany skipped into the bedroom to throw on some shorts and a tank top.
The two sat on the couch cuddled together by the warmth of the heater. They'd finished their hot chocolate and were now tangled into each other in silence. "I have a question…" Brittany said almost hesitantly.
"What's up?" Santana asked kissing the blondes temples. Brittany was nervous to even ask, Santana might laugh at her. Or think she was inexperienced, which she was but there was no need for Santana to think it too. "Britt?"
"Um… w-when was the first time you um… I mean you and your first… that girl from bowling green… Kiara?"
"Mhm, what about her?"
"Did you, like have sex with her?" Santana raised an eyebrow.
"She was my first of course we had- oh, you mean did I do stuff to her to?"
"Yeah…"
"No, I was way too nervous, and by the time she was done I was a quivering mess and I just wanted to go to sleep." Santana laughed, "Why?"
"I just… so who was the first girl you touched then?"
"My roommate my freshmen year at OHS."
"Seriously?" Brittany sat up to look at Santana.
"Well yeah, her name was Skye and she was from Florida, her dad had always sheltered her, you know? The best schools, nice cars, all that, but he sheltered her from dating too. And so one night like towards the end of the semester she was so frustrated with all of her finals and I was just like… I have the perfect way to help you unwind." Santana gave Brittany a devilish grin. "We were both nervous but she let me have my way with her-"
"San!"
"She did. Like all night. But she is apparently straight now, engaged to some billionaire, she moved back to Florida."
"Did she like it?"
"She loved it." Santana laughed. "She was a screamer like you."
"If she liked it then why is she straight now?"
"Sexuality isn't all about sex, Britt. It's about how you feel and she just doesn't feel that way about woman," Santana pulled Brittany close. "What's on your mind?"
"You, like all the time… I just always want to be with you." Santana leaned down and caught Brittany's lips.
"I want to be with you all the time," Brittany smiled.
"Today was like pure joy, it was like eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in Hawaii." Santana giggled at the comparison.
"Are you comparing me to PB&J sandwich?"
"No, you're definitely Hawaii." Santana continued to kiss Brittany until the blonde pulled away. "Did you… um-"Santana laughed.
"Do you want to know my entire sexual history?" Brittany nodded. "Fine… um, after Skye, I kind of kept going around campus having sex with girls that were experimenting, my junior year I slept with my history professor-"
"Santana!"
"She was hot, and she had heard some girls talking about how I was good in bed… so one day after class I stayed so we could talk about the chapter because it confused me… " Brittany listened to Santana with wide eyes. "Laughs turned into touches and touches turned into her lying on her desk with my face between her legs."
"So was that the first time you ate a girl out?"
"Um… I think. Brittany listen, sex is like a process, ok? It's like journey. There are different levels and you sort of just work your way up…"
"Yeah but-"
"There's no rush for you to do anything to me baby, because I'm not with you for that." Santana kissed Brittany lightly on the nose. "I'm with you because you're simply amazing." A smiled spread across both women's face "Although, I wouldn't mind demonstrating the act for you," Brittany nodded pushing Santana away.
"Are you addicted to sex?"
"I'm addicted to you." Santana pulled Brittany into her lap. "I'm wildly, clinically, totally addicted to you." She whispered. She pressed her lips to pink ones, darting her tongue out and slipping it between parted lips. Brittany kissed her back instantly, loving the chocolate taste on Santana's lips. Wild tongue began to massage each other while moans crawled from both throats.
"San," Brittany pulled away. "We're supposed to be talking… getting to know each other."
"Britt, you can't learn everything in one night."
"But we can still try."
"My name is Santana Marie Lopez, I'm 21. I graduated early because I doubled my classes each year, my mom is a sick bitch and my dad is a selfish bastard. I have one brother and 2 daughters. I have a beautiful girlfriend named Brittany Pierce, and she's the best thing that ever happened to me. I hate all of my best friends but I also love them-"
"Ok Santana, I get it…"
"We'll learn plenty about each other over time,"
"Speaking of time," Brittany wrapped her arms around Santana neck. "Do you think we're moving too fast sometimes?"
"I feel like we're just catching up to where we should be."
"Where should we be?"
"Together," Brittany took in a deep breath.
"Sometimes I wonder how I've been able to breathe all these years without you…"
"I think that a lot too… I need you Britt."
"I need you," Santana laid Brittany down on the couch and snuggled close to her.
"Goodnight baby,"
"Goodnight."
That Monday was the girls first day back to school, but the nurse called Santana and told her that Jackie claimed not to feel well, Santana had a feeling that it was simply because she didn't want to be there. She was swamped with new cases, it seemed like parents were getting crazier and crazier every week. She was relieved when Brittany told her that she could pick Jackie up from school. Now it was 5:30 and she was picking Isabella up from school, but something didn't seem right. When she walked into the class Isabella was sitting in a chair far back in the corner with her head down and she didn't shoot up and run into the older woman's arms. "Hi Ms. Lopez," Isabella's teacher greeted her. "Can I speak with you in my office before you take Isabella?" Santana nodded,
"Can I talk to my daughter first?" She asked, Isabella looked like she'd been crying for hours and like she was on the verge of crying again. Her teacher nodded her head in an understanding way and headed into her office while her co-teacher handled the other children. As Santana walked over to Isabella she noticed Kyra sitting in the reading zone and she looked just as sad. "Bella… what happened?" She asked knowing something must have gone wrong today. Isabella's head shot up,
"I don't wanna be in trouble! She started it a-a-and Mrs. Terri said it didn't matter b-b-becau-use-"
"Isabella," Santana said picked her daughter up to comfort her, "What happened?" She asked again. The young girl quickly wiped her tears away,
"That stupid girl," Isabella pointed to a little girl playing in dramatic zone, "Was making fun of Kyra and Kyra was crying and Mrs. Terri wasn't doing anything and I told Kyra to say something but she just kept crying and shaking her head and the little girl kept saying that Kyra's hair was ugly and I got even madder cuz my hair's kind of like Kyra's and Kyra's my bestest friend so I couldn't just let someone make funs of her… and I told her to stop but she wouldn't!" It all came out in one breath, no stops, and no pauses no breathing. "I hit her…" Isabella finally said. Santana sighed, and cocked an eyebrow.
"Bella…"
"I used my words first, but the dumb girl wouldn't listen! I even said please and she started laughing at me and I got mad…" Santana agreed and put Isabella down.
"Go get your coat."
"A little girl makes fun of another little girls hair and you put my child in time out?!"
"Well, Isabella hit her-"
"How hard can she have hit her? She weighs 50 pounds-"
"Christina now has a black eye Mrs. Lopez," That's the Lopez way, bitch! But Santana knew she couldn't say that.
"First, I didn't see a damn black eye. Second, I pay for my daughter to come here and get an education before she starts kindergarten, and not just how to read and write her name, you're supposed to help her find other ways to solve problems." Alright, so she was bit of a hypocrite/. "And though I fully understand what she did was wrong please don't dismiss the other children that are in the equation. Kyra didn't just get her feelings hurt, she probably now feels bad about something that she can't change about herself. If you were watching them you could have stopped Christina's harassment and then Isabella wouldn't have felt the need to hit the bitch."
"Mrs. Lopez-"
"I would apologize but I'm not sorry. And I'm not done either; you couldn't have thought of a bit of a better punishment than to put her in that damn corner all day? Seriously, this happened earlier, before lunch and its now damn 5:45! Recent research shows that putting children in corners for punishment is shaming and humiliating them. I bet you didn't put Christina in a damn corner."
"Mrs. Lopez-"
"This is supposed to be a five star childcare center; you couldn't have problem solved before it got to Bella hitting her?"
"Mrs. Lopez-"She repeated.
"Are you thinking about expelling Bella? Because I'm thinking pulling her out, there's a childcare much closer to my office and I'd rather spend my 3thousand a year on them-"
"Bella is not being expelled!" She finally shouted,
"So what are we going to do about this?"
"I-I-I was just informing you-"
"Well don't. We're late for dinner." Santana turned around to see Isabella beaming at her. "C'mon, Mija."
Long chapter, I know….
Review, review, review!
1. How'd you like the love/sex scenes
2. What'd you think about Jackie?
3. I personally love Isbella and how she's like… "I used my words, bitch didn't listen!" Haha
4. I loved Santana reaction. Totally Snixx
5. Dominic and Kayla at the dinner table? Hehe…
6. I loved the ice cream joke… I made it up myself.
To be honest, I'm having trouble seeing where the next chapter I going so it might be longer than a week for the next update.
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