"How are your headaches?" Karpov asked her as he got her comfortable in their living.
"Minimal compared to what it has been. What's going on? Who took me and why?" She could tell by the look on his face that he wasn't going to tell her. "Tell me, or I'll find out for myself."
He huffed, he should have known that he couldn't get away that easy. "CIA. I don't know what they wanted with you or why they let you go." In all honesty he was legitimately confused as to why they just let her go.
"Um, what happened to Ms. Pierce, is she alright?"
Karpov once again nodded. "She's alright, she was shaken but they did not harm her." He wanted Santana to be angry with the CIA but he didn't want that angry to compromise what he had planned.
"What's next?"
"Next I have my doctors look at you then we take business." Santana nodded, she was quite amped to get back into the swing of things. She wanted nothing more than to make whoever took her pay, especially when she was having a good time with Brittany.
Once Karpov left the room he moved into his office and picked up the phone where he started carrying on a conversation in Russian. "Find out what the hell they did to her and find out now!" With that he hung up the phone only to dial another number. "What did you find out about Miss. Pierce?"
"She's clean sir." The man on the other end of the line answered in Russian.
"Are you positive?" He didn't want to take any chances with Santana and Brittany was a big one.
"Yes sir, we checked and checked again. The only time they had met was at one of Santana's lectures."
Karpov nodded with a sinister smile. His plan was still intact.
An hour later Santana woke up on a bed in a room with white walls. It was not at all comforting and after the last couple days that she had had white walls were starting to piss her off.
Taking a deep breath she heard the door open and a doctor walked in with Karpov followed closely behind him. "Santana, how are you feeling?"
"Dizzy." Was her only answer as she started drinking the juice the doctor handed her. Once she downed the whole glass her head started to feel better. "What's in this stuff its like magic."
"It's a vitamin blend." Karpov answered as he moved to his side. "Come on, Orlov will help you to your room." He snapped his fingers and the guard entered the room and took a hold of Santana's arm, helping her up. "You have a clean bill of health, rest now." She nodded and let Orlov help her to her room.
Once Karpov was sure Santana couldn't hear him he looked at the doctor. "What did they do?"
The doctor shook his head as he looked over Santana's charts. "Nothing sir, they didn't do a single thing. Maybe they realized that this can not be reversed."
"No tracker, no anything?" The doctor shook his head 'no'. "Good, you get to keep your life today then."
Two Days Later – Berlin
Santana hit the clutch as she shifted gears, the roar of the engine filling her ears. Even though she was working the adrenaline that was coursing through her veins was better than any other high she could ever get. Something about being behind the wheel of a sports car made her feel free. She had found herself second-guessing everything lately and the only time she felt at ease was behind the wheel. She let herself go into autopilot and it made her feel like she was normal. The only other time she felt normal was when she was hanging out with Brittany. Something she hadn't done since the night she was taken. More than anything she was made as hell for that night because it had ruined her night.
Clearing the thoughts from her mind she took a look at the speedometer before hitting the clutch and shifting gears once again. She made herself focus on her job, the itchiness of the purple wig she was wearing making it sink in that she was, in fact working. She started to slow down as she reached her destination. A strip of deserted road between a few abandoned buildings that hadn't been used since the war. It wasn't until she got closer that she saw that the street was lined with modified sports cars, ready to get a piece of the action.
She found a place to park her car and watched with a smirk on her face at the looks on the guy's faces when she stepped out of her car. There was nothing better than busting the male ego, especially when it came to something that they thought they excelled at. She flipped her hair and smiled as she closed the door and walked around to see what the competition was going to be like.
Walking from under the hood of one car to another she didn't see anything that would even remotely give her a run for her money. She figured that most of the cars were there as spectators, not racers. She had spent the past couple weeks fixing up her Nissan 370 Z after pleading with Karpov to let her do it. There wasn't much else to do out in the middle of Siberia so she was thankful to have the car to work on.
In all honesty though she didn't know what Karpov was up to. Her objective was to find and talk to a man named Alexi. Apparently he was going to deliver something to her, what she didn't know and how to find him she didn't know either. Karpov had told her that he would find her but to be careful because the guy was a snake.
"Hey you." Santana turned around and look at the blonde standing in front of her.
"You talking to me?" She asked giving him an irritated look.
He nodded in response and started to walk away, causing her to follow him back the way she had just came. "Want to tell me what the hell you want?" She yelled as she chased after him.
"Is this your car?"
She nodded. "What's it to you?"
"You've been invited to race."
"Oh really? By who?" He pointed towards the car that was pulling up to the line. The driver rolled down his window and smiled at her.
"Karpov was right, you are beautiful." The man's thick German accent sent a chill down her spine. This man was definitely a snake and oddly enough reminded her of Karpov.
"I'm not here to play games, you have something for me."
Alexi nodded and held up the disc in his hand. "You win, you get."
She narrowed her eyes and glared at him before smirking and getting into her car. "Let's do this." She said to no one but herself as she pulled her car up to the line. He must have thought she was a stupid woman that didn't know anything about cars because he was clearly trying to hide the fact that he had nos in car. Shaking her head so laughed knowing that the nos he had wasn't set up the right way and that he'd be lucky if he didn't blow himself sky high.
He roared his engine a few times which only made her laugh. She knew that he was trying to intimidate her and she hoped that he was arrogant enough to think that it had worked. "Silly Karpov, sending a woman to do a man's job."
She revved her engine and waited for the 'go' signal. The guy that had tracked her down waved his arms in the air before dropping them, telling both drivers it was go time. Santana hit the gas before hitting the clutch and shifting gears. Her car took off leaving Alexi in her dust, literally. She was half way to the finish line when she saw his car fly by her, she laughed as she turned her radio up. The thought of the German man laughing, thinking he had her beat was amusing to her. She hit the little red button on her steering wheel and held on as the nos pumped through her car causing it to accelerate.
As she passed the little orange car she looked over and gave the man a little wave. Looking out of her rearview mirror she grinned as she watched the man bang at his steering as if it was the cars fault he had lost. Once she crossed the line Santana got out of her car and walked over the where Alexi had just pulled up. With a hand on her hip she put out her other hand. The man handed over a flash drive, which Santana made sure to inspect.
"Put it into the computer and let me see it." She was definitely using her bitch tone and she knew it was working. Alexi took the drive and put it into the computer he had in his car. A list of information came up that Alex didn't quite understand just by glancing at them. She stuck her hand back out and the man put the drive back in her hand. "Great doing business with you, the next time you pull a stunt like you just did though and don't give me what you're supposed up front will be the last day you take a breath." Her voice was ice cold and it felt odd to talk that way but Karpov had insisted that she used to use that tone frequently.
As she got back into her car, stashing the drive in her bra pocket she drove her car back around to where the main group of cars still were. A smile crept its way onto her face as she stepped out of the car and heard the applause and cheers. "Thanks for getting rid of that guy, feel free to stay for as long as you want. We can't stand that guy!"
"Anytime." She smiled as he shook her head. "What's his deal anyways?"
The man shrugged. "Just a low life, my name's Chuck."
"You American?" Santana asked as they walked to what she figured was his car.
"Yeah, you too?" She nodded. "Cool, what part?"
It should have been an answer that she gave right away without giving it any thought. "All over the place really, I'm a professor by day so teaching takes me all over, I don't really have a settled place."
"Really, you're a prof?" She nodded with a grin. "You don't look like the type."
"We all have our secret obsessions." Winking at him she said a polite goodbye before walking away. If she was here she might as well check out the scene, she had been cooped up for way too long with no one to talk to outside of Karpov and his body guards.
She walked around talking to people about their cars and about her car. Nothing had really caught her eye and she was actually getting pretty bored. She almost walked by the car but something made her snap out of the world she was living in and back into reality. "Nice body." She whispered, thinking that it was only to herself.
"Thanks." The woman that was standing over her car turned around and wiped her greasy hands on her pants. She had a great figure and Santana was definitely blind sided. The crop top that the woman was wearing didn't help either, she looked flawless.
"I was talking about the car. What the hell are you doing here?"
Brittany smiled and gave Santana a wink. "Pretty sure you were looking at me, ya know the last time I saw you, you left me lying at the bottom of hole in the ground. You're such a lovely peach." She made sure not to falter on her British accent as her comment dripped with sarcasm.
"Like I said what are you doing here?"
Brittany had to laugh, Santana was always consistent. "Fixing up my car, what does it look like I'm doing?"
Santana took the opportunity to walk around and check out the car in further detail. "2010 Camaro SS with a hemi engine that isn't anything but looks. Midnight blue, cold, kind of like your personality."
Laughing Brittany moved aside so that Santana could look under the hood. "Not too bad, but I've seen better."
"I saw that piece of garbage that you drive and I'm pretty sure this is better!"
"Want to put your money where your mouth is sweet cheeks?" Santana grinned and put a hand on her hip.
"Let's do it." Brittany looked around before spotting the person she was looking for. "Chuckie boy, time for a real race." She yelled across the street and immediately his eyes lit up once he saw who was about to go at it.
Fifteen minutes later Santana and Brittany had their respective cars at the line and ready to go. Chuck was about to signal their start when they heard the loud ring of sirens pierce through the air. They heard several shouts of 'Cops!' in different languages and before anyone knew what had happened they were all speeding off in different directions.
"Fuck!" Santana cursed as she started to drive off. She had to admit that she liked the little battle/rivalry her and Kylie had going on. It was fun to her even though it shouldn't have been anything but business. As she was driving through a small town after finally getting away from the cops she saw a familiar blonde walking down the road in a brown leather jacket. It was then that she heard the sirens as she watched the girl start running.
She knew that she should just keep driving but it was all just too tempting. She pulled down the alley wall she saw the woman run towards and sure enough there she was. The shocked expression on her face was almost enough for Santana to start crying from laughter as she threw the passenger door open. "Get in!" She yelled causing who she thought was Kylie to get into the car as she sped off just as the cops were rounding the corner.
"Taking me somewhere to kill me?" Brittany asked only half seriously.
"If I wanted to kill you I would have just run you over." Santana quipped with a grin that Brittany found it hard not to smile at. She loved smart-ass Santana just as much as she loved loveable, cuddly Santana.
"Where are we going?" Brittany asked as she put on her seat belt.
Santana looked over and took a glance at the woman that was now sitting in her car. "Cabin a few hours away, north Germany. I have a feeling those cops weren't after street racers out in the middle of no where."
"I was thinking the same thing, best to lay low for a little while. Thanks for picking me up, makes my night a little bit easier."
"Consider it pay back for you getting us out of that damn hole in the ground."
Brittany nodded, this wasn't anything more than payback. She knew that that was why but her heart hoped that Santana might have had another reason deep down. "Even we are then."
A few hours later Santana put the car in park. In front of them was a small cabin in the middle of the woods. Fresh snow covered the ground, trees any just about everything else. Looking over at her passenger she saw the woman starting to wake up, she had dozed off a couple hours into the trip. She wasn't sure why every now and again she'd look over at the woman sleeping and she couldn't help but to admire just how beautiful she was.
"You awake finally?" She asked, trying really hard to use an irritated tone but she knew it didn't come off as bitchy as she wanted it to.
"Yeah, sorry been a long traveling day. Where the hell are we?"
"I told you a cabin in north Germany!" Santana grumbled as she got out of the car and grabbed her bag from the truck. Walking up to the front door she heard the crunching of footsteps on fresh snow behind her.
"Yeah a cabin, not lost in the woods."
Santana just rolled her eyes at the comment and let them both in. It was freezing inside and Santana could only hope that there was some pre cut firewood in the fireplace. She flipped on the light switch and looked around. Nothing about the place looked familiar and Karpov had told her that she had used this location on a few occasions to lay low. Sighing more audibly than she cared to she moved towards the fireplace as Brittany took her coat off and put it on the coat rack.
"There's some wood but I doubt it'll last all night. Apparently I wasn't supposed to end up here for too long but shit happens."
Brittany let out a small laugh that she instantly wished she hadn't. It was just so hard for her to remember that Santana was her enemy once again and not the girlfriend she once knew.
There wasn't too much to the cabin. A small kitchen, a sofa chair and a double bed. For right now though it was the only place they were for sure safe. "I'll sleep in the chair you can have the bed." Santana said as she got the fire going.
"It's your cabin, I'll take the chair."
"Do you always have to argue with me? Just take the damn bed, not like I'm going to be able to sleep with you in the same room ready to off me at any given moment!"
It was Brittany's turn to roll her eyes. "Likewise doll face." Reaching behind her back Brittany took out the small pistol that had been tucked between the waistband of her jeans and her back. She set it under the pillow on the bed before she laid down and looked up at the ceiling.
An hour later Brittany rolled over and saw how uncomfortable Santana was on the chair. "Come and share the bed, I promise not to shoot you in your sleep." Without arguing Santana got up and moved onto her side of the bed, putting her own gun under her pillow. The fire was still burning but it was getting significantly colder.
Sometime in the early hours of the morning Santana woke up to a freezing cold room, complete darkness and no fire. It took her eyes a second but when they adjusted to the dark light she realized how close she had gotten to Brittany. She wanted to move but she was too tired and far too cold, being that close to Brittany was at the very least giving her some warmth.
The next time she woke up, an hour later, it was clear even in her groggy state that her head was on Brittany's chest. Their legs were tangled under the blanket and her cold nose was barely touching Brittany's neck. Still she didn't move, she felt safe and secure, like nothing could touch her. It didn't make sense to her so she reasoned with herself that the only reason she was feeling that way and not moving was because body heat was the best source of warmth. For the time being that was more than enough reason to stay put.
"You're telling me you woke up and she was cuddling you?" Rachel asked from where she sat on her bar stool.
Brittany took a swig of her beer. "Yeah, it was almost perfect aside from the fact that she can't stand me, wants to kill me and doesn't remember a damn thing."
"We'll get her back." Quinn said softly as she put her beer bottle down. The look of sadness on her face couldn't be concealed. "This is the first time I've really heard you talk about her."
Nodding Brittany took another drink. "No, I don't. Her and I decided that telling you guys anything would only hurt you if something happened and we didn't want that."
"Quinn makes a point Britt, maybe you do need to talk about her because I can see you starting to give up." Rachel pointed out, leaning away from Brittany slightly, scared of what the other woman's reaction would be.
"I don't even know what to say, I just miss her."
"Let's get out of here, the bar is just depressing me." Rachel nodded at Quinn's comment causing all three women to get up from where they stood.
They were about to go their separate ways when Quinn turned back around and called out to Brittany. "If you do need to talk about her, or want too. You know the number, just call, and don't hesitate." Brittany nodded and continued to walk next to Rachel in the opposite direction Quinn was walking in.
Santana laid in her bed tossing and turning, she had been having trouble sleeping for a while but it seemed to just be getting worse. The doctors said it had to do with her memory loss and that when she was sleeping her brain went into over drive, trying to heal. Or at least that's what she had taken from the long winded explanations they had given her. Everything always just seemed so real and so vivid in her dreams. If she hadn't known any better she would have thought that she was more alive when she was asleep than when she was awake because when she was asleep everything seemed to feel right.
Sometimes her dreams were nightmares and she'd wake up in cold sweats, unable to catch her breath for several uncomfortable minutes and some nights, like tonight they were amazing and beautiful dreams.
"Are you asking me out on a date Santana?"
"Yeah I am, I did promise on the island that I would take you out once things started to calm down."
Brittany grinned from ear to ear, the most perfect and beautiful smile Santana had ever seen. "Consider me in then, you just tell me when and where."
Two weeks later Brittany found herself ringing the doorbell to Santana's house in a small town somewhere in South Carolina. "One second." She heard Santana yell through the door and if she hadn't known any better she would have sworn Santana sounded nervous.
"Hey beautiful girl." Santana smiled as she opened the door. She was wearing faded blue jeans that hugged her curves in all the right places and a white lacey tank top that made her caramel skin stand out just a little bit more.
"Hi pretty girl." It was their thing, one of them said beautiful causing the other to say pretty, it was dorky and sweet but to them it was just the way it was supposed to be. The best part of it all was that they knew the other was being completely honest when they said it, it wasn't just some throw away line, even though it had started out that way in the beginning.
"Come on in." Brittany nodded and moved inside as Santana closed the door behind her. "Nothing too fancy but its nice to get away sometimes."
Brittany smiled knowing exactly what Santana meant as the brunette took her jacket and hung it up. "It's gorgeous."
"I know you are." Santana said with a laugh, Brittany only shook her head. She was used to Santana's witty and flirty comments. Sometimes there was just no use in arguing.
"Please tell me I'm right when I say I smell BBQ ribs?"
It was Santana's turn to laugh as she led them both into the living room. The lights were dim, candles were scattered and lit across the room giving it the perfect glow. "Make yourself at home, I'll be right back." Nodding Brittany moved towards the couch that was in front of the coffee table and sat down. She inhaled deeply and closed her eyes, making a memory. Even though that still barely knew each other she didn't want to forget what her first time at Santana's house was like.
"Beer or wine?" Santana asked as she poked her head around the corner.
"Hmm, you choose." Brittany answered watching Santana disappear again. It took her a minute but Brittany finally decided to get up and walk towards where she had just seen Santana disappear. The smile that was one her face grew ten fold as she saw the woman standing in her kitchen pulling two beers out of the fridge. She stood watching for a couple more minutes as Santana reached into the oven and took out the ribs.
Without wasting anymore time Brittany walked up behind her and wrapped her arms around the woman's waist, letting her hands fall lightly onto her hips, her finger tips barely grazing the exposed skin where her jeans and shirt met. "That smells amazing." She whispered in her ear as she leaned her head over the woman's shoulder.
"You did say you loved ribs, and I did say I'd make them for you so I'm glad you think they smell good or we might have a problem." The both giggled, it was like they became little school girls with crushes when they were around one another.
"I did say that, need any help?"
Santana turned her head slightly. "I told you I would cook so go sit down and relax. I know that's hard for you but too bad." She laughed as Brittany pulled away.
"If you insist." Brittany winked as she walked back towards the kitchen. Santana leaned her head back and took a deep breath. That woman was definitely going to be the death of her in a way that was too good to be true.
No more than five minutes later Santana emerged from the kitchen with a couple plates in her hand. Turning her head towards the tv she laughed when she saw that Brittany was watching a hockey game. "Really hockey?" Brittany nodded as she turned her attention towards Santana helping her put the plates down onto the coffee table. "I'll be right back, dig in."
When she came back Santana was holding napkins and two beers. She set it all out on the table and moved around to sit on the floor in front of it next to where Brittany was sitting on the couch. Uncrossing her legs Brittany moved down off the couch and sat down next to Santana. "Thank you for doing this."
"Don't thank me yet, you haven't tried it." Santana joked as she took a sip of her beer. She normally didn't get nervous, especially not on dates but for whatever reason she had to admit that the nerves were getting to her a little bit. Brittany was amazing, she was funny and smart and she could play the game just as well as she could.
Fifteen minutes later both women were still eating and laughing. The tv was still on but neither of them was paying much attention to it, they were to engrossed in each other to even care about what the score was in some hockey game that didn't really matter.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Brittany asked putting her bbq covered hands up slightly.
Santana shook her head, trying not to laugh as she finished her last rib. "Nothing, nothing at all."
"What is it?" Santana said nothing, she just bit her lip and finished the rest of her beer. "Please tell me I do not have bbq sauce on my nose right now?!" Again Santana said nothing, stifling a laugh. "I told you this is why I don't eat ribs in public."
"We're not in public." Santana corrected her as she wiped her hands off on her napkin.
"I'm not eating them alone or at home with my family so close enough."
Not being able to hold it in any longer Santana let out a loud laugh. "I also told you that it would be adorable and it is. Come here, I'll get it off for you." Like the adorable dork she was Brittany moved her head forward and tried to rub her nose against Santana's. "I didn't say I wanted it on my nose." They both laughed as Santana's hand reached up, her palm barely cupping Brittany's cheek as she wiped away the bbq sauce lightly with her thumb. Their eyes locked and Santana felt the familiar feeling of butterflies swarm in her stomach, butterflies she was sure only Brittany could give her.
Moving her hand away Santana stood up and grabbed the plates off the table, along with the beer bottles. When she disappeared around the corner once again Brittany let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. A smile crept across her face and she couldn't quite figure out what was going on, and why Santana made her feel the way she did but she had to admit that she liked it.
A minute later Santana walked back into the room, a bottle of wine in hand with two glasses. "Wine?"
"Sounds good to me, even after that beer."
"I know its not a great mix I just thought it was more date like."
Brittany shrugged. "I might be a model but I'm still a normal girl and I love beer. But don't even think about taking that wine bottle anywhere."
Santana sat down next to her once again and poured the wine into two glasses. Handing one to Brittany she picked the other up for herself. "To whatever life has in store for us and to having a beautiful woman who doesn't stop making me smile."
"To us." Was all Brittany added before they clinked glasses and sipped on their drinks.
Sometime after their third glasses of wine Brittany's head wound up resting comfortably in Santana's lap. "Comfy?"
"Very." Was all Brittany said as they continued to watch old cartoons.
"Watch your head love bug." Santana said as she stood up from her spot on the couch and moved towards the tv stand.
"What are you doing? Get back here!" Brittany said with a pout that Santana could see in her head without even having to turn around.
Santana waved her hand slightly getting which only made Brittany laugh at her slightly. "Ah! Here it is." She put the movie into the dvd player and moved back towards the couch.
"Finding Nemo!" Brittany squealed in excitement as she saw the title of the movie appear on the screen. "You are too cute for your own good sometimes."
"That was the plan wasn't it? Ribs and Finding Nemo?"
Brittany shook her head no causing Santana's expression to change to one of confusion. "You're missing something."
"I am?"
Brittany nodded and slid back against the couch. "The most important thing actually, the cuddling. It can't be a cuddle date if there isn't any cuddling involved."
Looking up, acting like she was thinking Santana smiled as she looked back at Brittany. "I suppose you are absolutely right."
"I believe that's two for me now and zero for you."
"Yeah, yeah. I told you I like a challenge didn't I?"
"Oh hush and come here before I get salty."
With that Santana burst out laughing. "Really B, salty? Do you have to use that word like that?" The other woman just smiled and opened her arms up. "Cuddling it is, even though you say some of the funniest things some times."
Without another word Santana moved so that she was lying down in front of Brittany. Both their heads resting on the couch pillow as Brittany's arm found it's way around Santana's waist. It didn't feel heavy or like dead weight, the way cuddling like this normally felt to her. It felt right, like they fit together like two puzzle pieces. Her heart fluttered as she felt Brittany's eyelashes graze the back of her neck and her warm breath on her skin. In that moment she was pretty sure that nothing had could be any better.
They laughed through the entire movie, and then laughed some more because the other was laughing. On some occasions they even laughed at how cute the other was when they said the line before it was said in the movie. Some time in between then and when the movie finished they had polished off the bottle of wine, both girls feeling a little tipsy.
"You can stay the night if you want, I don't want you driving home. I can call you a cab though if you want." Santana said as she got up from the couch. "Why are you looking at me with that damn adorable pout of yours?"
"Come back here." Brittany pouted as she patted the now empty space on the couch in front of her.
Santana shook her head no as she turned off the television. "How about we go for a small walk?"
Closing her eyes Brittany thought for a moment before standing up and walking towards where Santana now was. "A walk sounds good."
Ten minutes later Brittany found herself walking out onto a dock. It was quite and peaceful out, the only noise was the sound of crickets and other wildlife going about their nightly routines. She followed Santana's lead and sat down at the end of the dock next to her. She had to admit that it was a beautiful night and going for a walk as a night cap had been the perfect idea.
Santana leaned back on her hands and looked up at the star covered sky. They were bright, beautiful and peaceful. The moon was full and bright, allowed both women to see each other perfectly even in the midst of the darkness. "I like to come out here and think, whenever I get a chance. No matter where I am, whether it's here or home in Laguna the stars and moon don't change. They're always there no matter what, and even when it's cloudy I know that above those clouds this is what it looks like. I know its weird but its gives me a sense of peace. I'm not going to lie, I've definitely had my moments when I've looked up at the nights sky and wondered if you were looking at it too." She wasn't sure why she had just spilled her heart out to a girl she barely knew but it just sort of happened.
"It isn't at all weird, its adorable and I really wish you would stop being so damn cute."
"Yeah, why's that?"
Brittany looked over at the woman sitting next to her and reached for her hand, lacing their fingers together. "Because I shouldn't like you, not with our jobs but I do and you just keep making it harder and harder to stop liking you."
"Maybe I don't want you to stop, maybe I want you to start."
The grin on Brittany's face grew. "Maybe I already have started and maybe, just maybe I've looked up at the moon and hoped you were looking at it too."
They stayed looking up at the sky for a little while longer because both women started to yawn. Their busy lives meant they never got as much sleep as they wanted and probably needed. "Let's get you to bed." Santana stood up and put her hand out for Brittany to take, helping the other woman up.
On their way back to Santana's house Brittany had once again taken a hold of Santana's hand, lacing their fingers together for the second time that night. Before they went inside Santana kissed the back of Brittany's hand and smiled.
Ten minutes after that they were cuddled up in Santana's bed. Both of their eyes feeling heavy and tired, but neither could bring themselves to actually close their eyes and sleep. Santana's head nestled into the crook of Brittany's neck, her arm was sprawled across the blonde's waist. Her fingertips were barely scratching over her hipbone and up and down her side. Brittany had both her arms wrapped around Santana, holding her as closely as she could. Without thinking Brittany leaned her head down slightly and kissed the top of Santana's head, causing the woman to lift it from its resting spot and look into her eyes. Leaning forward Santana placed a soft kiss on Brittany's forehead and then the tip of her nose before laying her head back down in the exact same spot it was moments before.
"And I'm the tease?" Brittany questioned as she rubbed Santana's back. She felt the other woman nod in response. "That's so not fair." Santana didn't have to look up to know that Brittany was pouting and she couldn't look up because she knew if she saw that pout she'd crumble and give the blonde pretty much whatever she wanted. "Every first date needs a goodnight kiss."
"When we're both sober, then I'll kiss her."
"We aren't drunk though." Brittany countered. "Besides it's not like we haven't kissed before or have you forgotten about our little get together on the island?"
Santana smiled into Brittany's neck, the woman certainly was good. "I didn't forget but this is different. That doesn't feel like it was real life, this does so no kissed for you until we're both sober."
"Fine." Brittany huffed as she pulled Santana just a little bit closer.
Santana wasn't sure how long they'd been lying in silence for but for whatever reason she had the sudden urge to lean up and kiss Brittany's cheek. She got a hum of approval before lying her head back down. "What you feel is what you are, and what you are is beautiful." She whispered softly into Brittany's ear. Unbeknownst to her giving the other woman a stomach full of butterflies.
"I leave beautiful to you." She heard Brittany whisper back in a somewhat raspy tone that Santana found to be incredibly sexy and cute all wrapped into one.
The next morning they woke up in the exact same position they had fallen asleep in. Santana felt Brittany absentmindedly rub her back as she lightly ran her fingertips over Brittany's palm in random patterns. "Mm, good morning beautiful." Brittany whispered so quietly that Santana couldn't believe she had actually heard her.
"Good morning pretty girl."
"Have I thank you for last night yet?" Brittany asked with a lazy smile as Santana moved her head up so that her chin was leaning on Brittany's chest. She nodded in response, unable to speak as she looked into Brittany's piercing blue eyes. She was mesmerized by them and couldn't look away. Never in her life had she seen someone more beautiful and perfect.
Without wasting another moment she leaned forward and let her lips lightly graze over Brittany's. The butterflies started up in her stomach again as Brittany's lips started to kiss her back. It was soft and slow but incredibly sweet. Instinctively Santana's hand moved from Brittany's hip to her cheek. She lightly ran her thumb over her jawbone before brushing the hair back from Brittany's eyes. They kissed for long moments, with no sense of urgency or eagerness. When their lips finally parted Santana could feel the tingling sensation that Brittany had left on them and with one more shared look, their lips connected once more.
"That was our first date." Brittany said from where she sat on the rooftop of an old warehouse with Quinn. "I've been on a lot of dates and that one by far will never be topped."
Quinn watched as the errand tears ran down Brittany's cheeks, and now more than ever she wanted to get Santana back, not only for herself but for Brittany. It was clear that whatever the two of them had was real and she though she didn't know Brittany very well she didn't want it all to get taken away from the woman because of their job. Some things in life were more important, and some things couldn't be explained, they just were and trying to fight them was the single most stupid thing anyone could ever do.