thank you for all of your kind reviews. and believe me when i say i seriously take into consideration your comments regarding this story... it's actually kind of funny because a lot of the things you say 'please don't do' i tell myself 'don't do that!' haha so have no fear. anyway, this chapter is short but trust me when i say it's gonna make you smile... at least a little bit
Brittany for the most part is right. As soon as Santana and Quinn walk through the Latina's bedroom, the shorter girl has the blonde pressed up against the door grinding herself up against her girlfriend's body. Her lips move frantically over Quinn's placing sloppily kisses while her hands pull and tear away clothing. They stumble backwards towards the bed, Santana pushing Quinn down hard onto it and removes her pants along with her underwear quickly before climbing on top of her.
She doesn't care that her bra is still on or that she's practically ripped off every button from Quinn's top, the blonde isn't complaining either, simply letting the girl above her ravage her body with this new found sexual power. Her cock is hard from the arousal of being slightly rough and a little bit from the anger she's built up on the way home from Puckerman's. Laying her body on top of Quinn's fully, she reaches her hand down between her legs to position her member at the blonde's entrance and upon finding it she thrusts in not wasting any more time.
Quinn gasps, her nails dig into the tanned skin of her girlfriend's back while Santana's hands grip at the bed sheet at the sides of them. She pushes in deeply and pulls in and out at rapid pace, clearly not about to start them off slowly as they normally do. Her head is strategically placed beside Quinn's, their cheeks brushing up against one another and they mouths breathing heavily into the other's ear.
Santana doesn't care that her parents are right down the hall or that every other thrust the headboard hits the wall, a clear sign to what it is they are doing. And she is certain that Quinn is drunk enough not to care just as much either. Sweat builds up quickly and their bodies slide easily against one another's, pants and whimpers escape lips but no words are spoken.
Quinn is over taken by the pleasure and the alcohol streaming her veins to comment on how aggressive her girlfriend is being or ask her why she isn't looking at her, why she hasn't kissed her since they started. Santana is trying not to think all together but with every thought that comes to her mind she thrusts just a little bit faster and a little bit harder.
The blonde makes that noise she does whenever she is about to come so Santana speeds things up double time. She doesn't ask her if she's close like she usually does, their dialogue during only provides something to spice up their activities and right now the only mission she has is to get off. When Quinn's walls clench around her she feels her own orgasm on the rise and she pushes her cock deeper inside of the blonde loving the way it tightly hugs her member.
When she comes inside of Quinn, she doesn't pull back to enjoy the view of the girl writhing beneath her, she doesn't tell her she's coming or press a kiss to her mouth. Instead, she buries her face deeper into the pillow making her moans come out muffled into the fabric and into blonde hair. Mid-stream of her ejaculation her eyes pop open and though all she can visually see is the black pillow case in front of her she imagines something else… someone else.
With both of their orgasms slowly washing away she stays in the position she's in, wrapped up in Quinn's arms, head pressed into the pillow and her arms still out to the side with the bed sheet in her fists. She is suddenly reminded of something another blonde had once said to her:
"But sometimes," Brittany whispers. "Sometimes it's a really good orgasm but… I realize I'm not with the right person and I don't want to ruin the moment."
Santana swallows hard, shifts her position over Quinn to slide her dick out of her and presses a very quick peck to her cheek before rolling off of her and shutting off the lamp on her bedside table. She lies on her back and stares up into the darkness and holds her breath when she hears Quinn let out a pleased sigh and shuffle closer to her, draping her arm over Santana's stomach and nuzzle in to her neck.
"Goodnight babe." Quinn hums out against her skin, placing a sweet kiss there. The Latina's eyes tightly shut and she suddenly feels a wave of shame wash through her. She turns her head to the side and kisses Quinn's forehead gently.
"Goodnight Q." She whispers before falling asleep.
Brittany wakes up earlier than usually for a Saturday morning but last night she made a decision and is currently on her way to Santana's house to carry out her plan. She'd figured that instead of thinking about it any longer she just had to say it out loud, hear the words being said and then deal with the consequences after the fact. If they really are the best of friends than not even this can destroy them she reasons.
So, with her legs taking her down the Latina's street she prepares herself with a few deep breathes. She spots Mr. and Mrs. Lopez walking out of the house as she comes to the front lawn. They smile and wave at her, letting her know that Santana is still in her room most likely passed out. The blonde nods and smiles, taking the door from Mr. Lopez who had been holding it open for her.
Quinn smiles as Santana presses up against her back, wraps her arm around her waist and nuzzles soft kisses into her neck. The feeling of her breath hitting the skin she peppers with kisses sends shivers all over her body and she can't help but push her body back, further into the Latina's and grabs her hand to pull it closer and tighter around her.
"I love it when you get all cuddly." Quinn hums out and brings Santana's hand up to her lips, pressing a gentle kiss to the knuckles. Santana giggles into the crook of the blonde's neck then hides her face into blonde hair, breathing in deeply enjoying the smell of the other girl's apple shampoo and the subtle hint of sweat mixed in. Quinn suddenly breaks into fits of laughter when Santana's mouth latches onto her neck and proceeds to nibble and pulls her hand from the blonde's to tickle her sides. "Stop!" She shouts out and turns around to face the Latina in hopes of batting her hands away. "Ahh, stop it San!"
Quinn manages to overpower Santana, pinning her arms to the bed, hands by her head and straddling her hips to keep her from jumping around. Santana smirks even though she did not prove to be triumphant and Quinn grins down at her, shaking her head from side to side, blonde hair falling into her face that she has to flick her head to put it all to one side. Their smiles slowly fade as they take in their new position and Santana's eyes soften at the sight above her.
She'd been up a little before Quinn had stirred and she had thought long and hard about the predicament she has found herself in. But all the words she'd conjured up this morning only left a her with a huge pang of guilt in her chest. Quinn doesn't deserve any of this. The pain, manipulation and the lying. It's not fair, just like Brittany said last night. There was once a time where the Latina would have given anything to even talk to Quinn and now that she has her she feels at a loss because she suddenly realizes she wants something that has always been right in front of her.
She stares at the blonde hovering over her, all of her features, the way she breathes and how her hair hangs at the sides of her face. She's amazing to look at, that's for sure and Santana can't help but feel if it weren't for her 'sexual urges' with her best friend there would be so much more to this than there actually seems to be.
"You're really beautiful Quinn." Her voice cracks, her tongue pokes out licking her lips and her chest heaves giving her away. Quinn's cheeks tint pink, she bites her lower lip and averts her eyes to the side for a moment and her head dips down a little bashfully. "What?" Santana asks airily and curiously. Quinn's hands slacken on Santana's wrists and slide up to her hands, lacing their fingers together and she tentatively meets those brown eyes.
"You're so different..." She shrugs her shoulders, lowering her body a little but still hovering over the girl beneath her. "Different than what I first thought, you know... when we were little. Even a few months ago." Her head shakes at the memories of what she used to think of the Latina and more importantly what she thought the other girl thought of her. "I know I'm pretty, I'm not blind and I'm not trying to sound conceded. People tell me I'm hot and all that stuff but... just now, you saying that, it's..." She bites on her lower lip, deepening their stare. The guilt Santana feels only doubles because after everything, last night, this morning acting all cozy and sweet how do you tell someone how you really feel, especially when it doesn't include them even though you wish that it did. She tries telling herself that this thing for Brittany will pass and that it really is Quinn; Quinn is the one for her. "It's just different and I lo..." Quinn clamps her mouth shut quickly, her eyes going wide realizing what she was just about to say but before either one of them can make any comment Santana's bedroom door swings open and a flash of blonde barrels in. "Ah!" Quinn yelps as she falls over onto the other side of the bed off of Santana's body and frantically yanks the sheet up to cover herself.
"Santana I need to..." Brittany comes barging into the bedroom looking all kinds of distraught but she stops abruptly, hand still on the door and her face falls. She looks sad Santana, eyebrows furrowed and lower lip pouty and quivering, immediately silencing herself.
"Brittany!" Santana shouts, sitting up from her spot her eyes widen suddenly realizing the situation the blonde has just walked in on. "You okay?" Her head tilts to the side as she takes in her friend's state, slowly pulling the sheets up to cover herself up but that's really her last worry.
Quinn's not really paying attention to Brittany's emotional state but more so to the fact that this girl has just walked in on them during an intimate moment and because they are both totally naked. Santana nods knowing that whatever Brittany came here to say is probably important and she is in dire need to find out quickly.
"Oh my…" Brittany tries to look anywhere except the couple in bed naked and then she realizes she should just probably leave but when she spins herself around to walk back out the door she walks right into the side of it slamming her face against the wood causing a nose bleed. "Oh fuck shit!" She yelps her hands quickly coming up to catch the blood gushing from her nose.
"Oh my God, Brittany are you okay?" Santana asks in an instant, jumping in her spot still in bed and Brittany whispers 'yeah' before slowly picking herself up from the floor. Santana slides herself from under her covers not even bothering to cover herself up as she walks around the bed, past Brittany who has taken a seat at the computer chair and to her dresser to grab some clothes.
Quinn watches from her spot in the bed as her girlfriend comfortably walks around her room buck ass naked in front of her and her best friend. Her eyebrows furrow and her mouth opens slightly in confusion, embarrassment and slight irritation.
"Santana." She hisses through gritted teeth and the Latina looks over her shoulder to the blonde in her bed who is glaring at her and flicking her eyes towards Brittany on the computer chair.
"Oh, yeah." Santana nods, pulls up her shorts and with her shirt in hand she walks over to Brittany, grips her arm softly and pulls her up. "Why don't you wait for me in the bathroom, I'll be right there." She explains, Brittany nods feebly and allows the shorter girl to escort her to the bedroom door and into the hall, topless. With Brittany out of ear shot Quinn shoots up from the bed, still clinging the sheet to her chest and stares at the Latina. "Sorry." Is all Santana offers and it sounds barely remorseful.
"What the hell San?" Quinn spits out, her eyes still glancing to the door wondering if Brittany is going to come running in again unannounced like she just had.
"What?" Santana shrugs her shoulders giving her girlfriend a confused look and finally pulls her t-shirt over her head, pulling it all the way down by the hem to the top of her shorts.
"Do you usually just walk around completely naked in front of people?" The blonde asks curiously and Santana can hear her annoyance easily. The dark haired girl chuckles and shakes her head.
"Now don't be ridiculous, of course I don't." She tilts her head to the side as she looks to her girlfriend as though her question is silly, which she believes it is.
"Umm, hello?" Quinn shouts jumping up to her knees on the bed and motions towards the door. "Brittany just storms in here for whatever reason, while we're in bed mind you," She huffs. "And you just get up with everything," She motions towards Santana's body. "Hanging out for her to see." Santana shakes her head.
"It's just Brittany." She settles on with a shrug of her shoulders.
"So she's seen you naked before?" Quinn asks, the volume in her voice lowering and as she continues to shrug Santana nods like it's no big deal, which to her it really isn't.
"You know what Quinn, this conversation can seriously wait." She tells the blonde and walks towards the door. "Britt could have broken her nose or some shit and you want to know if she's seen my stuff?" She shakes her head, huffs and puffs leaving one blonde behind and heading to the other one. Quinn rolls her eyes and sighs letting her head fall onto the pillow and stares up at the ceiling.
Brittany is sitting on the toilet seat cover with the whole roll of toilet paper in her hands, crying lightly to herself because the motion actually hurts a little. Santana watches for a few seconds before letting her presence be known and she shuts the door behind her. She grabs a few things from the cabinet and then something from underneath the sink before kneeling down in front of her best friend reaching up to remove the toilet paper from her face.
"It doesn't look broken." She offers a kind smile but receives no kind of response from Brittany except for a few more tears and a tiny sniffle that makes the blonde wince. With some gauze in her hand she moves to help in cleaning up some of the blood, hesitating in case Brittany flinches away from her touch but when she doesn't Santana continues onward. "It's early." The Latina comments as she dabs around Brittany's nose and wipes away a few tears with her pinky. Seeing that the bleeding as stopped she tosses the bloody gauze into the waste bin and tosses everything else she didn't need under the sink. With her hands on her hips she shifts from foot to foot and watches the blonde stare at the tiles on the wall. "You should have called."
"I should have done a lot of things." Brittany finally speaks catching the Latina and herself off guard. She shakes her head at herself and spares Santana a quick glance before pushing herself up from the toilet. "I should go then." She announces and moves past the shorter girl.
"Let me at least walk you down." Santana tells her and Brittany doesn't fight her or say anything because Santana is going to do what she wants, like always.
They descend the stairs in silence, Brittany in front leading the way to the front door. It looks as though she isn't even going to pause for a goodbye as she reaches right away for the door knob and pulls it open other hand already pushing the screen door. But she does stop, she hangs her head for a moment and then with a deep breath she turns herself around to face Santana.
"Santana come back to bed." Quinn yells from the bedroom upstairs and the best friend's glance up at the staircase, acknowledging the voice but turn back to one another.
"I mean what I said last night." Brittany finally says, both of her hands still gripping the Lopez doors. "I'm not doing this anymore…" She nods her head towards the stairs. "Not while you're still dating her." Santana's eyebrows knit together. "You can't keep…" The Latina shakes her head and cuts her off.
"Britt, it's not that easy." She defends, her shoulder slump in defeat of an awkward possible confrontation and or decision. Brittany raises an eyebrow and stands up straighter and nods once.
"Well then," The blonde clears her throat. "I'll make it easy for you." Santana's eye flicker between both blues staring back at her trying to read Brittany but for the first time in so long she has no idea what her best friend is about to do or say. The cheerleader's hands drop to her side and she scuffs her sneaker along the wooden floor in front of the Lopez's front door.
"How are…"
"I love you." Brittany chimes in before Santana can even finish her sentence and she blurts it out so quickly yet so clearly but so softly yet so confidently it takes the Latina by surprise, so she settles for staring back at the blonde. "I… am in love with you." Her heart is racing, she can't even hear the words coming out of her mouth and she is pretty sure she may stop breathing sometime soon. She shrugs her shoulders and her hand reaches for the screen door once again and she half smiles. "See, it's pretty easy."
She leaves right then and there, walks right out of the Lopez house with Santana watching her walk down the path to the sidewalk and then up the block till she can't see her any longer. She leaves her with so much more than she's sure the Latina had expected but it was very much what she had intended.
Santana slowly closes the front door, her hand slides from the knob and she turns around facing the staircase. Everything is different now. Completely and utterly different and even though they had both tried to stick by the plan of not letting anything change their friendship it seems that that part of the deal is a failure. But really, the only thing Santana Lopez can think right now is, 'she loves me back'.