Is it too much? Not enough? Are you all still with me...?
JULY
Day 11
It's been two days (and a half, if we're getting technical) since Santana has gotten to actually look upon Brittany's lovely face.
Since she dropped the blonde off at home on Tuesday and suffered through a torturous, in the best of ways, evening at the hands of the teasing Brittany and then received a simple goodnight kiss. The blonde has since stayed true to her word and not let the Latina over until she can prove herself to the girl.
Two days may not seem like such a long time, but it's longer than Santana ever wants to spend away from Brittany, especially when she knows that the girl is probably still most likely than not a little mad at her. Despite leaving on pretty good terms, Brittany now has had two days to consider the events of Tuesday afternoon, and the occurrences with the bitch that shall not be named, and Santana has a feeling that Brittany might have reverted to being mad at her again.
The blonde, after all, has been very short and precise with her texts. Allowing no room for flirting and offering no words of seduction. Something that Santana has become accustomed to and now finds herself missing terribly.
She hates the doghouse feeling.
Furthermore, Santana is not an idiot, well that's debatable on different levels but anyway, she knows that Brittany is amazing and stunning and entirely desirable. Santana knows, and if she wants to ever get kisses, and possibly more, from the blonde again, then she had better shape up and stop being such an ashamed insecure mess (see idiot from before).
So with the intention of doing just that, Santana wakes up on Friday morning with a plan in her mind and determination coursing through her body. She's going to go get back on Brittany's good side and hopefully not do anything stupid like was previously mentioned (and shant be mentioned) again so as not to ever stray from that wondrous, marvelously splendid side of Brittany.
Santana's not naïve to think that she won't ever mess up again, but if she can show Brittany she means well ultimately in the end and that the blonde is who she wants, the Latina might just be able to come out of life happy and with Brittany.
First line of business though is getting to the Pierce's.
Santana knows that because it's Friday, Laura Pierce will have already left for her Friday morning waitressing job and Tanner and Jordan will be at their grandmother's. Which leaves Brittany all alone in her apartment.
It's only eight in the morning, they aren't due at L.I.F.F.A until eleven, and if Santana's lucky, she can get to the apartment before Brittany's even awake.
That's all puppies and rainbows as far as Santana is concerned. Hell, she would love to surprise Brittany with a sweet 'good morning beautiful' kiss and have the blonde wrap her up in her long slender arms. She's dying to cook the girl breakfast and show her how much Brittany really matters to her. Believe Santana, she's ready for that.
She's even excited for Brittany to see her in her current outfit. The blonde did pick it out after all.
There's just one little problem; Santana is so unbelievably unsure of what Brittany's essentially asking her to wear today. It's not that she doesn't think the blonde will like the outfit, trust-Brittany's jaw is going to drop, its more or less the fact that Santana doesn't really want to tap into that side of herself in front of Brittany.
Cheerio, the cheerleader's spirit name at McKinley High, Santana is not the same Santana that present Brittany Pierce knows. At least that's what Santana keeps telling herself. She's scared that donning this uniform again, which she hasn't worn since the Cheerio's sixth annual Nationals win, will bring back the bitchy, ungrateful Santana that she never wants to subject Brittany to again.
Still, it was Brittany who requested that Santana not only wear her cheerleading uniform for her, because hot damn (Brittany's own seductively whispered words), but also to their volunteer day today. In other words, Brittany wanted Santana to show up in her uniform that positively screams "different".
She thinks Brittany is trying to prove an ultimate point, while at the same time drawing from Santana her trust and proof of sincerity, in the matter of showing Brittany she wants this too. Still, this could be one messy ride.
When Santana arrives at the Pierce apartment door she tilts her ear to the cool green wood trying to determine if she can hear if Brittany's awake or not. She gathers nothing but silence so she's assuming the blonde still slumbers.
She checks her outfit again, shifting the paper grocery bag full of all the essentials she has brought for the morning and brushing down the front pleats of her red skirt. Her hair remains down, wavy and falling across her shoulders. She didn't want to get full into the whole Cheerio's look and high pony just yet, deciding that Brittany can choose to have her put her hair up or not if she wants.
Or, you know, take her clothes off and what not. That would be acceptable to the Latina as well.
With a deep breath, Santana reaches out to turn the knob to the apartment door, knowing full well that it will be unlocked. She may or may not have, kind of sort of most definitely gotten in touch with Laura Pierce about surprising Brittany this morning.
She's not a creepy stalker.
Well, maybe not entirely. (That's disputable to the old couple that watched her dash around behind the trees in front of the apartment complex as she tried to be inconspicuous and sneak up to the apartment. Getting spotted by the elderly…some ninja she is.)
The door opens easily, no creaks or squeaks and Santana releases the breath she was holding. She pokes her head into the apartment, her eyes automatically drifting to the area in the corner where Brittany can be seen sprawled out, spread eagle, on her mattress. The comforter haphazardly strewn and twisted over her legs, which are poking out of her bright, green boy shorts.
Santana chuckles a little at the sight of the blonde and then her breath hitches as she notices the sliver of impeccably toned flesh that shows out from under Brittany's tank that has ridden up past her belly button. The girl is flawless even in her sleep.
Santana creeps to the kitchen. She does the creep and pause thing where every time Brittany inhales a little deeper or shuffles slightly in the bed, Santana pauses, eyes wide, until she determines that the blonde is still sleeping before she continues tip toeing into the kitchen.
Once safely past the hardest part of the expedition (a.k.a the sleeping Brittany) Santana breaths a little easier. That is until the Latina misses the toy Batman car on the kitchen floor and clumsily trips over it. Her arms, which are still full of things, go flailing a bit but she manages to catch everything. Everything except of course the mixing bowl that goes crashing dramatically to the floor.
It probably sounds a lot louder to Santana than it really was, because you know when you are trying to be most quiet is usually when you do something ridiculous and make a louder noise than you ever would have before. It's a bitch.
Santana winces at the crashing sound, scrunching her body up defensively as if the bowl had hurt her and slowly turning around to peer around the kitchen doorway (which lacks a door) and glance at Brittany. The blonde doesn't appear to have moved an inch. Thank God.
Santana wipes the back of her hand across her forehead and releases a quiet "Whew". That was a close one.
It's not but a few minutes later that the Latina has set about quietly, seriously she's not making a peep, beginning to prepare breakfast for herself and Brittany. She's making her mami's signature Tortilla de Huevos, which also happens to be Santana's favorite traditional Puerto Rican breakfast food.
The breakfast also has eggs and cheese, which are two of Brittany's favorite morning foods. It's a win-win.
She just hopes that the food comes out as good as her mami's always does. She'd die of embarrassment if her cooking scared the blonde away.
After mixing the Adobo with the eggs to taste, Santana starts mixing in her pre chopped onions, tomatoes and peppers. She doesn't realize she's humming to herself, and she most definitely does not feel the presence of anyone else until the long nimble fingers of strong but soft hands are smoothing out around her sides and coming to rest at the front of her stomach.
Santana only jerks a little but instantly relaxes into Brittany's embrace as the blonde fits her chin onto the Latina's shoulder and turns to place a still slightly sleepy kiss on her cheek.
"Mornin'" Brittany mumbles into the skin of Santana's neck as she buries her nose there and sighs out a sleepy but content breath. Santana giggles as the warm air tickles across her flesh and Brittany's hands squeeze tighter at her stomach.
"Good morning Britt." Santana replies continuing on with her task. Brittany stays clung to her, draped over her back like a blanket, as she moves around the kitchen putting the finishing touches on everything. When the Tortilla de Huevos are made, one each for Brittany and Santana, and the top of the stove is turned off, Santana turns around in Brittany's arms.
Brittany's eyes are droopy, she still looks like she could be asleep but Santana still thinks the girl looks absolutely stunning. Santana slings her arms around the girl's neck and leans up on her tiptoes to kiss Brittany's lips. She keeps their noses touching when she pulls back.
"You sleepy still Britt-Britt?" Santana inquires adoringly as she rubs their noses together in an Eskimo kiss. Brittany smiles wide and sighs again. Her eyes blink open a little more as she stares intensely into deep brown eyes.
"Dunno, kinda, I don't think I got much restful sleep last nigh'," Brittany says through a yawn then hums and pecks Santana's lips, "I think it could have somethin' ta do with imagining you in your uniform all last nigh'." Brittany says sleepily before glancing down Santana's body. Her eyes noticeably perk up a little more at the sight before her.
"And?" Santana asks, a smug and knowing look on her face as she continues to watch Brittany blatantly, and slightly jaw-dropped, stare at her. Brittany's eyes glance back up into the Latina's and a devilish smirk forms across her face.
"Mmm sooo much better than I imagined. You look super hot."
Santana chuckles as her fingers stroke through the back of Brittany's hair.
"Well thank you." She says sweetly and Brittany grins before tilting down to fit her lips over Santana's bottom one and suck on it briefly.
"Food smells really good." Brittany says once they pull back from the kiss, as she looks over Santana's head to the food waiting on plates by the stove. Santana nods.
"I hope it's okay."
Brittany glances back at her.
"It's for me?" She asks, sounding wholly unsure, as if no one in the world had ever thought to make her breakfast or even think of doing such a thing. Santana's eyebrows scrunch a little but she smiles lopsided.
"Of course it's for you Britt, who else would I come over and make breakfast for. I don't just sneak into anyone's house."
Brittany chuckles but her eyes narrow playfully.
"You'd better not." She says and Santana shakes her head no with a smile. Brittany grins her satisfaction before placing a pop kiss to the Latina's lips and dancing over to the plates of food, her hand slides down Santana's arm and to her hand so that their fingers can interlock.
"Which one's mine?"
"Whichever one you want Britt, they're the same."
Brittany seems to examine eat plate with rapt consideration, as if her life depended on choosing the right one. Once she makes her choice she spins back around and places a kiss on Santana's cheek with a mumbled 'Thank you' before starting to skip over to the table. She pauses before she gets to far, turning back around to place a kiss on Santana's knuckles before giving the hand a soft squeeze and then humming as she skips to the table.
Santana grabs her own plate and a few glasses from the cupboard.
"What would you like to drink Britt?" She calls and then hears a deliciously satisfied moan escape from the area that Brittany is occupying. Santana turns to see the blonde, with her fork still in her mouth, a look of complete ecstasy written over her features. Her eyes are closed and there is a faint smile on her lips.
Santana chuckles and breaks Brittany from her euphoria. The blonde blinks and looks towards where Santana stands watching her at the refrigerator. Brittany drops her head sheepishly feeling a blush tint her cheeks. She definitely didn't mean to moan that loud, but damn; Santana sure knows how to cook.
"May I have some orange juice?" The blonde asks insecurely, hoping that Santana is not judging her too much at the moment. The food is just really good. Luckily, the Latina smiles happily and nods before retrieving the requested drink from the fridge and joining Brittany at the table with her own food and drink.
"I'm glad you like it." Santana tells the girl across from her as she watches Brittany literally shovel the food into her mouth. Brittany nods furiously and then gulps down an extra large bite.
"Soo good." She mumbles through her still half mouth full of food and Santana smiles and giggles at the blonde's actions. They continue their breakfast in silence sharing shy glance with each other and adoring smiles.
Breakfast is finished much sooner than Santana anticipated it would be. The most likely cause is because of the manner in which Brittany literally inhaled her food, barely pausing for a breath. Santana's not quite sure where the girl puts it all.
As Brittany sits at her spot, leaned back in her chair groaning and rubbing her barely noticeable expanded belly, Santana gets up and gathers their plates.
"Uhhh, it was soooo good San but now I'm so full it feels like there's something growing in my stomach. Like an alien." Brittany groans from her spot lifting her shirt up to expose her still very flat and toned abs. Santana rolls her eyes slightly, she doesn't think that the blonde girl could be unfit if she tried. Not that she's complaining.
"Aww babe, I'm sorry." Santana says offering Brittany a pout before she realizes the word that escaped her lips, and the blonde's intense focus on her, and her eyes go wide. The Latina's hand comes up and slaps over her mouth, not believing she actually said the words out loud. She's unsure of how Brittany's going to react.
"Oh God, I…the words just came out and I di-" Santana starts to ramble but Brittany jumps up and grabs the Latina's hands that are randomly and frantically flailing every which way and cuts her off with a quick kiss to the lips.
"No, don't be sorry." Brittany tells her as she pulls back and stares into the Latina's eyes.
Santana frowns.
"It just came out."
Brittany smiles.
"Good, I'm glad it did. I liked it and I've been dying to say the same to you."
Santana smiles and relaxes into the blonde's hold.
"Really? It doesn't freak you out?" She asks, still mighty unsure of just exactly how Brittany is taking it. The blonde has used the occasional sweet name, sweetie/sweetheart, but never anything on such a complete and almost possessive manner.
Brittany shakes her head furiously.
"Santana, please. It doesn't freak me out." She tells the Latina before she tugs the girl towards her and causes Santana to fall, sideways, into her lap. Brittany grins at her and wraps her arms around the shorter girls waist, holding her close and holding her steady.
"In fact, I find it really sexy." Brittany tells Santana, her voice dropping to its seductive octave and the Latina finds herself gulping at the tone. She is very aware of what a seductively driven Brittany can accomplish. It's blissful torture in the sweetest of ways.
"Y-you do?" Santana stutters out, her arms fitting around Brittany's neck so she can properly look down at the girl. Brittany nods and tilts her head down to press her lips into the material at Santana's collarbone.
She nips at it once before lifting her hand and stretching the constricting v-neck collar away from Santana's neck to expose the smooth tan expanse of skin that lingers beneath it. Brittany can literally hear the rapid pace change of Santana's heart as her lips ghost across smooth tan skin and up the Latina's neck.
"So so sexy." Brittany admits in a husky whisper as her tongue then licks a path up the same journey her lips just made, flicking the spot just below Santana's ear and making the girl shudder in her arms. The blonde then positions her lips at the most prominent point of pulsation on Santana's neck and sucks away, intent on leaving a mark.
A tiny whimper of a moan escapes Santana's lips as the arms she has placed around Brittany's neck squeeze the girl tighter and the blonde's teeth then nip at the spot she's been sucking, bruising the skin even more.
Brittany's hands drop one to Santana's bare thigh, the skirts pleats having shifted off her legs, where she runs her palm up and down the toned muscle as her other hand roams up the Latina's cotton covered back before trailing down the outer part of Santana's left arm. She tugs the arm away from her neck and then kisses across the inner part of Santana's wrist up to her elbow before she turns and looks up into darkened brown eyes.
"Does this mean you forgive me?" Santana asks quiet as a mouse and Brittany smiles but nods slowly.
"I can't really stay mad at you."
Santana smiles, her heart is happy and all is well in the world. She leans down the short distance to connect their lips while reaching blindly behind her to the paper bag she set on the table that holds the rest of Brittany's surprise.
When they break from the short but sweet kiss, Santana is holding a blue orchid and white gardenia flower arrangement in front of Brittany's face. The blonde's eyes go wide as she looks upon the flowers, she definitely wasn't expecting that. Brittany smiles shyly at the Latina.
"For me?" She asks tiny and quiet. The only person that ever gives her flowers is her mother, and that's only on her birthday. Santana's grin widens and she nods enthusiastically.
"Yeah, I saw the blue and it reminded me of your eyes. And the white flowers were really pretty, just like you." Santana replies in a similarly shy manner and picks gently at a gardenia flower pedal that's curled upwards slightly. Brittany's heart expands at the girl's words and she wonders briefly if Santana understands just how much they truly mean to her.
She also wonders if Santana knows the meaning behind gardenias, but she decides to let that be for now. If Santana knows what she secretly declared but wishes not to mention it yet, then Brittany will wait until she's ready to not so secretly declare it.
Because all she wants to know is Santana, Santana, Santana.
The blonde carefully takes the arrangement from Santana's hands before stretching up and giving the girl a kiss on the corner of her mouth with a whispered 'Thank you.' Santana nods shyly and dips her head, her own bashful smile still stretched across her face.
They trade languid kisses and pecks to each other's faces for a few minutes until they pull apart to take a breather and Brittany rests her cheek against Santana's shoulder, squeezing the arms she still has wrapped around the girl's waist.
"San?" Brittany calls out into the comfortable silence and she feels Santana run her fingers through her still kind of messy blonde hair.
"Hmmm?" The Latina hums softly. Brittany smiles as best she can in the position she's currently in.
"Does this mean we're dating?"
The second Brittany asks the question she feels Santana's entire body tense. She lifts her head from the girl's shoulder to judge the reaction on the Latina's face. Brown eyes are wide and fearful looking. Santana isn't moving an inch, and she's certainly not looking like she's capable of answering Brittany's question.
"San?" Brittany asks sweetly and it leads to Santana closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. The blonde was worried for a second there that the girl wasn't even breathing. Brittany waits nervously, her eyebrow furrowed and her forehead wrinkled in worry. She has no idea what's going on in Santana's head right now.
Santana slowly blinks her eyes open and after swallowing thickly she looks down at Brittany.
"Britt, I…" Santana starts and the words seem to get caught in her throat. Brittany panics thinking that the worst could come out of the girl's mouth. Maybe it wasn't the best time or way to approach the subject. She shakes her head and leans in to press her lips against Santana's, effectively silencing the girl.
"It's okay San. We don't have to talk about it right now."
Santana sighs and looks pensively at the blonde. She lifts one hand up to stroke the back of her knuckles over Brittany's cheek.
"It's a process, I'm processing things. But I do want this with you." Santana tells her verging on sadness. Brittany nods and smiles softly leaning into Santana's touch.
"Okay." She says through a swallow to saturate her parched throat. It's not a complete resolution to things, and it's definitely not what Brittany was hoping to hear, but in an effort to give Santana time like she promised, and not completely freak the girl out or scare her off, the blonde will drop the subject for the time being.
The Latina can tell Brittany is highly depressed at the moment and she feels terrible because she knows a big part of the blonde's sadness is being caused by Santana's very own behavior. She feels so selfish sometimes but things are still so jumbled and unsolved. There are parts of her life and world and mind that are like puzzle pieces waiting to be put together.
Santana just needs to figure out how they all go. Brittany deserves that, she deserves the best, and Santana wants to be that for her or nothing at all.
"Can I give you the last of your surprise?" Santana inquires quietly, she knows it won't solve everything that just transpired in the last few minutes, but perhaps it can bring that easy and calm feeling from not too long before that. If it can bring a tiny genuine smile back to Brittany's face, Santana will take what opportunities she can get.
Brittany nods slowly her body is still slightly slumped under Santana's. The Latina carefully moves herself off Brittany's lap and turns towards the table to reach into the paper bag. She pulls out the last gift she picked up for the blonde and turns to kneel before the girl and present it to her.
Brittany blinks at the plush figure that rests before her in Santana's hands. It's a stuffed husky toy that looks remarkably like Lucky. A small smile creeps across Brittany's face. She watches as Santana holds the stuffed toy in front of her face.
"Hewwo Brittany, my name is Lucky and I want to be allllllll yours." Santana speaks in a higher pitched slightly baby voice in imitation of, Brittany assumes, the stuffed dog in front of her. Brittany giggles a little and her heart skips a tad at the insinuation of Santana's words. Like maybe the Latina isn't fully ready to say the words herself so she's using a stuffed toy, which looks like Lucky, to do it for her?
Brittany thinks she's okay with that, for now. She reaches out to pat the top of the 'dog's' head.
"Nice to meet you Lucky, I'd be happy to call you mine." Brittany says back, and she thinks that Santana knows she isn't talking to the stuffed toy, at all. Santana lifts the toy to Brittany's hands and stands back up bending at the waist and placing her hands on the blonde's thighs before she silently asks with her eyes permission to kiss the girl.
Brittany smiles shyly and nods. Her eyes close in anticipation as Santana leans in to her. The gentleness of Santana's initial kiss steals the breath from Brittany's lungs and when the Latina tilts her head to deepen the kiss, the blonde has to anchor her hands against Santana's cheeks to keep herself from falling over.
The kiss says so much more than words, and it's just what Brittany needs at the moment.
When Santana pulls back her eyes are open and staring at Brittany's, which stay closed for a few seconds longer before slowly fluttering open. The Latina smiles and places a quick kiss to the tip of the blonde's nose.
"You ready to get out of here?" She asks still keeping to the quiet atmosphere that surrounds them. Brittany nods.
"Yeah, let's go."
And with that, Santana takes Brittany's hand and leads her back to her room area where the blonde changes as fast as lightning so that they can head off to their volunteering for the day.
"You really do look good in that skirt. Or I should say, you make that skirt look really good. I'm surprised I didn't notice before just how good at school. Although, that probably would have been detrimental to my health if I had noticed at school, I'd never get anything done." Brittany comments from the passenger seat as her eyes roam over Santana's cheerleader uniform clad body.
White and red look good on the Latina.
Santana giggles and glances over at the blonde before reaching out to take a hold of her hand.
"Thanks Britt. It's funny because we always joke about the pervert that invented these things. We'd say 'It's all about the teasing and not about the pleasing'." The Latina says monotonously as if reading from a cue card. Brittany giggles along with her.
"You are definitely teasing me."
Santana smirks and brings the blonde's hand to her lips placing a kiss to her knuckles.
"But I never said I'd deny you the pleasing." She says with a wink towards Brittany. The blonde's heart drops to her stomach and she gulps.
Since when is Santana all seductive and everything? Brittany likes.
"I like the sound of that." Brittany hums back and squeezes the Latina's hand closer to her chest.
They manage to make it to L.I.F.A.A without swerving off the road because of all the teasing distractions and when Santana puts her car in park, Brittany bounds from it and skips off teasingly towards the complex. She's challenging Santana to run after her and catch her.
Well, challenge accepted.
Santana's progress after the blonde is inopportunely suspended when she runs into Rachel upon her entrance to the complex. Even though the Latina can now, in tiny tiny small doses, tolerate the shorter girl, she still really has no desire to at the moment. Particularly when she knows Brittany is waiting for her somewhere and no doubt prepared to give her some sweet lady kisses.
"Oh Santana! I was wondering when I was going to run into you!" Rachel exclaims a little too cheerful for the Latina. Santana raises her eyebrow and crosses her arms across her chest. She chants Be nice for Brittany over and over in her head in an effort to not lash out at the other girl with her vicious vicious words.
"Whatever for Berry?" Santana inquires. That's nice enough right? The other girl smiles her way to overly large and strangely fake looking smile. Like one she would practice in front of a mirror in preparation of accepting one of her coveted awards but it's still not turning out right.
"I was going to ask you about your intended participation in L.I.F.A.A's summer annual charity fundraiser." Rachel says, she says it in a statement not as a question, and Santana's brow scrunches in confusion.
"The what?"
"The summer annual charity fundraiser. L.I.F.A.A has one every summer and every winter."
Santana thinks about that for a moment. Oh, now she remembers.
The semi-annual charity fundraiser that the complex holds once during the summer season and once during the winter season is always the talk of the town. Mostly because it always involves big wig funders, such as Santana's and Mike's parents, that help raise and sometimes donate a lot of money to whatever it is L.I.F.A.A is supporting or in need of at that time of year.
Sometimes the event is a community garage sale. Pretty lame, Santana herself has never shown up for those. Sometimes the event is something else entirely.
She remembers one year, probably around the time she was a freshman at McKinley, the complex put on a type of winter play where all the volunteers, and staff, were a part of or participated in. She also remembers how she and her friends made a lot of fun of all those involved and the whole thing in general.
Oh shit, the L.I.F.A.A events are not only often terribly lame and boring, but they are widespread and known to the whole town. Including the high school. Which means that anything that the complex does this year will be known by all of Santana's peers. That's a whole lot of people coming by and potentially judging her.
Or worse. It's a whole lot of people that have the power to condemn her.
Why didn't she think about this earlier?
Santana is about to reply to the short Jewish girl when Shelby comes around the corner and spots her and Rachel.
"Ah, Rachel I was just looking for you. There is an elderly couple here looking for a dog, I need you to go do your Harmonizing duties." The older woman says and Rachel nods obediently and skips off to complete the task.
Shelby turns her eyes to Santana and looks her up and down intimidatingly.
"Brittany is looking for you in the break room. Do well to not destroy any property this time." Shelby tells the Latina who gulps but nods before hurrying off to the break room area and away from further wrath.
She supposes that her and Brittany were quite fortunate that by the time Shelby caught up to them about the destroyed bench, Santana had borrowed enough money from her papi to help pay for a new one. Not that she needed to do that, but she felt it was the right thing to do.
Santana walks through the break room door and notices that for once the usually full area is suspiciously empty. Empty of even the blonde that Santana came there looking for.
The Latina feels a presence behind her and hands suddenly cover her eyes. Perhaps it's not so empty after all.
"Guess who?" Brittany whispers into Santana's ear in a mix between a high-pitched tone and a masculine voice, obviously attempting to disguise her voice. Santana chuckles but decides to play along.
"Hmm John Stamos?"
Brittany scoffs behind her, dropping her hands from the Latina's eyes, and spinning the girl around to face her. She wears a pouting look upon her fair skinned face.
"Is that who you want it to be?"
Santana chuckles and reaches up to cup Brittany's cheeks. She draws the girl's lips towards her own.
"Naw, I like the attractive blonde that's standing in front of me much better. But, she'd better kiss me before I change my mind." Santana husks back hotly against the blonde's lips and Brittany smirks. She doesn't waste another second leaning down and capturing the Latina's top lip perfectly between her own.
Santana lets out a soft moan at the action and Brittany smiles into the kiss, tilting her head and positioning her hands one on Santana's hip the other at the back of her head, cradling it and moving it around to better the angle and delve deeper into the kiss. Santana's hands slip from Brittany's cheeks to cup her neck as the blonde kisses her hard.
The kissing leads to pushing Santana's back into the door as Brittany molds her body along the length of the Latina's. The blonde's hands are running swiftly over ever inch of smooth tan skin and soft cotton material they can until finally Brittany acquires a firm grip on the toned flesh of Santana's ass. The Latina lets out a muffled groan into Brittany's mouth as the other girl palms her backside and tugs her body impossibly closer.
"Hop up." Brittany mumbles against Santana's lips as they part for a brief second to suck in much needed air. Santana doesn't comprehend what the blonde is asking until she feels the girl lightly pat her on the ass. Immediately Santana jumps into Brittany's awaiting, and sexily strong, arms wrapping her legs around her waist and locking them behind the blonde's back.
Brittany holds Santana steady as she leans their weight into the wall again but keeps them both upright.
Santana is swimming in a delirious Brittany infused haze. Her eyesight is fuzzy and her mind is dizzy with the intoxication of the blonde. Her lips on Santana's lips and on her skin, her hands groping and squeezing and roaming all over her lower back and hips and legs and under her skirt where Brittany's fingers and palms feel like buzzing electric blankets as they warm the skin through the material of her spanks.
Brittany is successfully rendering the Latina almost blissfully incoherent with her tongue as it strokes and licks it's way across Santana's own and over the ridges and curves of her teeth, and the blonde only parts their lips momentarily, proceeding to place quick pecks against swollen lips, when she steps back from the wall and turns to walk them over to the table where she eases Santana's ass down onto.
The table provides the perfect height so that neither girl has to stretch or crane their necks too far or too much to reconnect lips. Better still, now Brittany has the ability to run her heated palms over the smooth toned skin of Santana's thighs and she readily takes advantage of that.
Brittany's hands have disappeared under the pleats of Santana's skirt and her tongue is caressing the roof of the Latina's mouth eliciting a groan that vibrates into the blonde's mouth when the break room door is suddenly being flung open and the ever-persistent voice of one Rachel Berry is ringing out through the vast space of seclusion.
"There you are Britta-oh my…" Is the only thing that escapes the petite brunettes mouth before she is quiet suddenly aware of the situation that is present before her. Rachel may not be able to actually see Brittany or Santana's faces, but she can see tan and very bare looking legs wrapped around Brittany's waist and she can not see where Brittany's hands are.
Rachel's not completely oblivious-she can tell that both girls are engaged in a very heated lip lock.
The thing she's having trouble doing right now is looking away, and you know maybe leaving them to some privacy since that was what they were obviously banking on in the first place.
Instead, Rachel just stands partway through the break room door, staring wide-eyed with a look similar to that of a deer in the headlights terrified look. Brittany is the first to disengage from the position she was in and she turns around to face Rachel, effectively shielding the thoroughly embarrassed Latina behind her.
"Uhh Rachel, can we help you?"
Rachel just blinks at her blue-eyed friend. She's still kind lost and in disbelief. She had her suspicions that something might have been going on between the two, what with the way they not so subtly stare and fawn over each other all the time, but she never would have guessed it had progressed to public and passionate make-out sessions.
She knows Brittany loves everyone regardless of gender, but didn't Santana vehemently contend that she was not a lesbian?
"Brittany…I…you…what are...you doing…?" The shorter brunette starts to say as a look of confusion crosses her face. She is about to continue asking her question but she doesn't get another word out before she watches Santana slide off the table and bolt out through the back door to the break room. The back door that will lead her to the outside part of the complex and give her access to the POD, the garage, or Brittany's biggest fear, the parking lot where she could find her car and drive off never looking back.
Oh God, what if Santana leaves and never speaks to Brittany again? She knows the Latina has asked for time, and she knows that having Rachel Berry of all people walk in on them at such an intimate moment would be the last thing that Santana would consider as 'giving her time.'
"Sweet fluffy unicorns Rachel, why did you have to preface your entrance like that? Why did you make it awkward? Now Santana's run off and I don't know if that's such a good thing." Brittany chastises the shorter girl, completely exasperated with the situation that is brewing.
Brittany's mostly angry with Rachel for her bad timing, but she's also disappointed that the girl couldn't have just rolled with everything. Santana needs people who aren't going to act awkward around her and Brittany, in other words she needs people who are going to do the exact opposite of what Rachel did.
"I was shocked!"
"Well you didn't have to act like what we were doing was wrong."
"Brittany I don't think what you and Santana were engaging in is wrong! You of all people know that I of all people would be the least inclined to have any kind of problem with your Sapphic relationship. The situation was just unexpected!" Rachel tries to explain and defend herself.
Brittany is still fuming.
"You could have said something else or casually acted like you hadn't interrupted something so 'shocking'. Or done something that maybe would have implied to Santana that you weren't judging her."
Rachel's demeanor deflates and she bows her head in guilt.
"I am sorry Brittany, if it would help I can go try and find her to apologize."
Brittany's eyes go wide at that.
"No! No offense Rachel but I think you are the last person Santana probably wants to see right now, but I should probably go find her."
"Tell her that I greatly approve of her choice."
Brittany tries not to roll her eyes at the girl-she fails though.
"I really don't think that's going to matter much to her at the moment either Rach. I'm going to find her and figure things out. Can you just kind of keep everything on the DL, between us, at least until I know that Santana's okay talking about it." The blonde requests and Rachel nods her agreement enthusiastically.
Brittany nods to the girl before turning and heading out the back door hoping she hasn't taken off after the Latina too late.
Brittany is approaching the POD in despair because she's scared that she won't find Santana here. She already checked the garage, and no Latina. She knows Santana wouldn't have gone back into the complex, which means that if she is not in the POD then she may have already taken off from the vicinity.
The blonde's hopes teeter on bright possibility when she sees Matt kicking his shoes through the gravel outside of the POD. Brittany knows for a fact that Matt always works in the POD at this time, which means that if he isn't in there now perhaps he was driven out and someone else is currently there.
Someone that Brittany is desperately hoping to find.
"I wouldn't go in there Britt. Santana is in there and she's cussing up a storm and stuff in Spanish…I think." Matt tells the blonde as she makes her way past him. Brittany turns to the gentle eyed, but slightly oblivious boy and gives him a small smile.
"I'd rather she was cussing than crying." Brittany tells him leaving him with a confused look on his face before entering the POD.
She doesn't see Santana immediately, instead Brittany has to check the POD's small kitchen area where she finally finds the girl she's been looking for.
Santana has her back turned towards the door and her left hand is raised to her mouth, her other hand hangs limply by her side. Brittany notices that Santana's shoulders seem to be shaking slightly. Almost as if she's…crying?
"Santana? I'm really sorry about Rachel, but please don't hide again. I promise she's not going to tell anyone." Brittany whispers as tears threaten to spill from her eyes because she's so scared of what's going to happen.
To say she is thrown off by what happens next would be completely and utterly inaccurate.
Santana turns and Brittany immediately notices that the Latina is not crying into her hand but in fact is stifling what appears to be an intense set of giggles. Brittany's brow scrunches in confusion.
"San?"
"Did she follow you?" Santana asks looking over the blonde's shoulder in an effort to see for herself. Brittany, still entirely confused, turns around slightly to look behind her and seeing no one decides to shake her head when she turns back to face Santana.
"No?" She utters in the form of a question because she's quite sure that she is in a dream or something similar at the moment and entirely unsure of everything. Brittany thinks that if she were in a dream, it's about the only thing that could explain this strange occurrence.
"Good." Santana replies and is suddenly surging forward and cupping the blonde's cheeks in her hands. Brittany barely manages to utter a surprised squeak before the Latina's lips are crashing into her own.
Not that Brittany needs much convincing but with Santana's glorious bottom lip tucked in between the blonde's own and the shorter girl delightedly sucking on Brittany's top lip, the taller girl instantly falls into rhythm with the kiss.
Santana, her lips never loosing the connection with Brittany's, maneuvers them so that she can push the blonde up against the kitchen door and close it. When the door clicks closed, Santana surges deeper into the kiss and Brittany can't keep back the moan that builds up in her throat at the Latina's passion and eager need to be closer.
Brittany has to pull her lips away from Santana to gasp for air but that doesn't deter the Latina one bit as she moves her lips down the blonde's jaw and then to the smooth slope of her pale neck until they fit at the crook right where Brittany's collarbone meets her neck.
Santana sucks fervently at the spot desiring to leave a mark for all to see. Brittany's fingers tangle in the length of the Latina's hair and she scratches her nails across the girl's scalp in pleasure.
"San." Brittany whines, rational thought is quickly disappearing and she needs to know what's on Santana's mind about things, despite the fact that her desperate need to kiss the blonde suggests a few things. Brittany still needs to concretely know before she falls any further.
Santana hums into the skin at Brittany's neck before her teeth nip slightly and her tongue swipes over the irritated flesh to sooth the mark. She presses a gentle kiss over her work before leaning back to stare, with blackened lust filled eyes, into Brittany's.
"Are you mad?" Brittany questions the Latina because she is partly afraid of the answer and partly dying to know before it kills her. It's paradoxical, she knows.
Santana's lips spread into a content, and slightly amused (but not condescending) smile. She rises up on her tiptoes to peck the blonde's lips.
"I have you pinned up against a door and I'm pretty much attacking your neck, not to mention leaving marks all over it, and you're wondering if I'm mad at you? Britt, what would I have to be mad about?"
Brittany's mouth quirks a little, she's delighted to here such words from Santana even if she's still a little confused about them. She shrugs.
"I dunno, I was just thinking about the Rachel thing and what not…" Brittany mumbles quietly as her eyes divert from the Latina's. The blonde feels a gentle hand cup her chin a few seconds later and tilt her eyes back up to look into now soft chocolate brown.
"That was not your fault. Sure I'm a little mad that the hobbit interrupted what was an incredibly hot make-out session, but I'm not mad at you."
Brittany frowns.
"San, be nice."
Santana huffs out a sigh.
"Fine, I'm upset that Rachel kept us from going any further, but that still isn't your fault. Besides, my plan worked didn't it, because I see you and me and we are again making out in privacy." The Latina says glancing around the room as if just noticing the truth to her words.
Brittany's head cocks to the side in confusion.
"Wait, you planned the whole running away thing?"
Santana's eyes focus back on the blonde.
"Of course," She starts to say and watches as a forlorn looks passes over the blonde's features. Suddenly she understands. "Oh, you thought I was going to run away from you again?" Santana asks and Brittany's head drops in silent confirmation.
"Too be fair, it has happened enough for me to be skeptical about." Brittany mumbles. She's not trying to be mean, she's just being honest. She finds that is the best approach with Santana.
Brittany feels the Latina drop her hands, from where they rested upon her face, to her forearms where she softly rubs her palms up and down the skin before leaning in and placing a lingering kiss on the blonde's cheek.
"I am so sorry Britt, and you're right, I have done that to you before. One too many times though." Santana starts to say and pauses as she waits for blue eyes to focus on her own. When they do, Santana smiles kindly and continues her speech.
"That was the old me. Scared, insecure, unsure. I want to be the new me, for you. Honest, open, and there for you and proud, even if it's not as prevalent as you. I meant what I said, that I want to try, for you. I want to be the person you see me as Britt. I want to be a better person for you."
Santana barely gets finished talking and the blonde's lips are on her own again. This time Brittany is kissing her with eagerness and delight.
They pull back and the blonde is wearing a beaming smile. She pulls Santana in for a bone-crushing hug that instantly sucks the breath right out of the girl.
"San, you are a better person. You're one of the best I know."
Santana hugs Brittany back just a little tighter.
"I'm nice to you Britt, but everyone else thinks I'm a mean person, which I kind of am. I can't help being ridiculously honest with everyone though, and I can't help that I really don't like them. Not as much as you at least, but I'm trying."
Brittany places wet kisses all over Santana's face until the Latina is giggling.
"And I am so happy you are." Brittany tells her and then holds Santana at a distance, her hands resting on the girl's petite hips, as they smile and stare into each other's eyes.
"Will you go to the dance with me tonight?" Santana suddenly blurts out and her eyes go wide briefly. She's a little shocked she just said that out loud. Sure, she was thinking it on repeat for the last five minutes, but she never expected the words to just tumble out. She was kind of hoping she could build up to it and ask romantically.
Too late though, besides that, Brittany is already flashing her a pearly white smile that signifies her answer is a definite,
"Yes."
In case you were wondering gardenia's are the symbol of secret love...hmmmm.
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-A