Ok, I know. Late update. But I have an excuse! I just recently started uni, and now I'm in my one week break for Easter. So don't get angry. I've been meaning to update, but I got stuck. I somehow pulled through. This isn't a big plot chapter, but it hints at some things that will become major later in the story. Plus, smut because you've all been awesome and waited patiently.
The next day was stressful if anything for the new couple. Brittany could practically feel the nervous atmosphere in the air as they entered the hallway of Mckinley, hand in hand for the first time. Santana couldn't believe that she was actually doing it. She was holding Brittany's hand for the whole school to see. In a way it was terrifying, and in another sense, it felt so damn relieving.
Of course, they received a variety of looks. Ranging from nonchalant, to humorous displays of utter confusion. It would have all been so very amusing if the two weren't sweating unattractively into each others palms. However, neither let go the entire journey down the hall.
"It's ok." Brittany hushed into Santana's ear, keeping her eyes ahead at all times. Somehow, she felt as if there roles were suddenly reversed. It felt good to have someone to take of, someone to protect. She'd never had the confidence before, or the self belief to see that she was actually an adequate lover.
They barely made it to their lockers before Santana was tugged away by an infuriated looking Quinn. Brittany stood still, watching as her girlfriend was pulled into an empty classroom. Instincts told her to follow, but she knew better than to trust that part of herself anymore. Instead, Brittany cautiously walked over to the room and leaned in close enough so that could make out their words.
"So what, who was it? Was it Puck? If it was I promise I'll kick him so hard in the balls we wont ever be able to impregnate anyone else." Quinn said, watching for Santana's response.
Santana was dumbfounded. Had word got out? If so, why Puck? She and him hadn't been an item for over a year. Everyone pretty much sensed that Santana was a lesbian. Or at least, before the bump in her stomach arrived.
"No! Jesus, Fabray. Calm down, who said shit about me anyway?" Santana questioned, quirking a finely plucked eyebrow.
Quinn merely scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Santana, if you don't remember, I was pregnant once, too. I can tell, ok? You've been sick, hanging onto Brittany even more than you usually would. Plus, you haven't called anyone names in a whole week."
Santana stiffened, eyes bulging in horror. She didn't want anyone knowing, at least not yet. It didn't seem fair. She had barely just accepted to herself that this was real, that she was pregnant. Quinn seemed to notice the fear in her reaction and softened.
"Sorry, I need to work on that. I mean, I know what you're going through and I still consider you a good friend. I could help you. Just know, I'm always here if you need someone to confide in. I'll be there when you're ready to talk about it." She said, giving a weak smile before turning on her heel and exiting the classroom with a familiar air of poise.
Santana stood, staring into space as she lost herself deep in thought. But before she could dwell too far, she noticed a taller blonde standing by the door frame. Her lips quirked up into a smile. She couldn't help being so giddy when she was around Brittany.
Not a thing passed by Brittany, well, at least if it had to do with Santana. It was still hard for her to believe that they were together. Except, there was a lingering part of her that wondered if they would be this way together if she hadn't knocked Santana up.
"What was that about?" Brittany asked, stopping in front of her girlfriend who seemed to be looking down to hide her flushed cheeks. It was kind of adorable.
Santana couldn't lie to Brittany, even if she wanted to.
"She's being really pushy about this whole situation, you know? I get it, like she's been through this and everything. I just don't want people to know yet. It just makes me nervous talking to anyone about it besides you." Santana admitted shyly
Brittany smiled despite herself, almost becoming rather bashful herself when hearing that Santana trusted her that much.
"I guess it was only a matter of time before someone found out, I think Quinn's just smart like that. But honey, if it makes you nervous, maybe I could talk to her first? If you're ok with that." Brittany reassured, still unsure of how to tread around Santana's unpredictable hormones. The last thing she wanted was to upset her.
Santana reactively thought to say no, but before she did, she thought about it for a minute. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to talk to Quinn herself.
"No, you don't have to do that. I'll talk to her. I think this is something better kept between me and her. I mean... she was pregnant, I'm pregnant." She tried to justify her reasoning. However, Brittany didn't seem to be comprehending.
"Oh..." Brittany replied dejectedly.
Santana's eyebrows knit together in confusion. Brittany almost looked offended.
"So it's like that, huh?" Brittany said, her tone changing to something more accusatory. "One second you can only talk to me, now there's things you want to keep from me? You're really confusing me."
Santana scoffed and rolled her eyes. "You're always confused. I only meant that she would probably understand what I'm going through, she's been pregnant, she's a girl-"
She went to stop herself, but the words had already spewed out. Santana dared to look up to see if Brittany had taken it the wrong way. Apparently, she had. Santana's heart fell when she saw Brittany's expression drop. An immense wave of guilt washed over her.
"Britt... you know I didn't mean it like that" Santana tried, knowing it was no use. She'd stepped over the line.
"No, you're right" Brittany said spitefully. "She's a girl, you're a girl. Of course I wouldn't know how that feels, right?" Tears were evidently forming a glaze over her eyes. She felt sick. Of all people to bring out that card, it had to be Santana.
"You are a girl. On the inside and the outside. So what? You have a cock. I just meant that-"
"Santana, stop." Brittany cut her off, having not listened to any of Santana's excuses. "You know what you said. I'm going to class, I'd prefer if you stayed at your own house tonight." With that, Brittany swiftly turned and headed for the open door.
Any effort to apologise went ignored as Brittany left the room, leaving Santana feeling like a complete pile of shit. As if this week hadn't been enough of an emotional roller coaster, now she had this to top it off. She cursed her stupidity and shitty wording. She honestly hadn't meant to say it like that. But fact was, Brittany would never know what it would feel like to be pregnant. Her hormones were different, so she wouldn't understand Santana's mood swings.
With a heavy sigh, Santana shuffled out of the empty classroom and made her way to her first class of the day. As expected, she did not retain a word from the entire hour of boredom. Her mind was elsewhere. She kept thinking of different ways to apologise, or to explain herself.
It wasn't fair that the second she finally had Brittany, that they have a stupid fight such as this. Santana groaned at the thought and hit her forehead on the table, not caring who looked at her. The bell couldn't have gone sooner. She knew her next class was with Brittany, and after their little fight, she was nervous and wondered if Brittany would have forgotten by now. Knowing Brittany, the girl found it almost impossible to stay angry.
Santana was one of the last to walk into the classroom. She instantly sought out her usual spot, finding that the seat next to her was absent of a particular blonde. Her stomach dropped as she sat down, feeling empty. She looked up, meeting the sight of a long mane of blonde hair two rows up, sitting next to a boy in a wheelchair. Artie.
So it was going to be like that. Santana thought bitterly. It seemed low of Brittany to do that, sit next to the one guy she knew Santana hated her talking to. However brief their history was together, they still had one and to Santana that was a worthy threat to be jealous of.
The entire lesson, she spent attempting to burn holes into the back of Artie's head. Occasionally, Brittany would interact with him and blatantly exaggerate her reactions. At one point, Santana was so close to storming up to the front of the room and slapping the supposedly innocent boy in the face. However, seething from a distance won over in terms of consequences.
With ten minutes of the lesson left, they were to work on questions from the board. People began to talk and quickly the room hummed with various conversations. Santana however, was only focused on one pair in particular. She was so sure that Brittany could sense that she was looking, but it didn't stop her. They seemed neutral for a while, until Brittany laughed obnoxiously at something that probably wasn't even funny and rested her hand on Artie's shoulder. This made Santana fume. If it were possible, steam would be shooting from her ears.
She contained her rage for just five more minutes, then it was over. Five minutes that felt more like five hours, since it took Brittany way too long to retract from the affectionate touch. Santana supposed she deserved some kind of reprimand, but blatant flirting with other people, especially Artie. Now that was not ok. Brittany was hers and only hers.
When the bell finally rang out, Santana was the first to pack up and raced up to Brittany's desk. The blonde looked up, frowning. Santana shot Artie a lethal glare, which had him rolling away in no time. Brittany did not look amused.
"What the hell was that?" Santana growled, looking from Artie back to Brittany.
"Well since I've been shunned from the vagina club, I thought I'd catch up with some of my own kind." Brittany said, just as harshly as she had spoken before.
"Oh come on. Don't play this self pitying act. You think it's hard being you?" Santana said in a hushed voice. "Well fuck that, while you get to go flirt with every guy or girl you desire, I'm stuck baking your spawn, feeling like a fucking crazy person because of these stupid hormones. So fuck you!" Santana retorted in a bout of anger.
Brittany's eyes narrowed at the accusation. She finished packing her books away and stood up, towering over Santana thanks to her height. The two came uncomfortably close, an attempt at intimidation. However, the close proximity only spurred to life a variety of inappropriate instincts.
"You know, you could have just told me you felt this way. I guess you don't want my dick anymore then." Brittany said, raising an eyebrow teasingly.
Santana swallowed thickly, a shaky breath giving away her faux composure. Damn Brittany and her teasing. Santana quickly thought of a retort.
"Fine then. I guess you don't want this pussy anymore, either." She said, quirking a challenging eyebrow.
Brittany was silent, her lips tightening just for a second before she started to walk away. This time, Santana let her. Round two was hers. She smirked, knowing just the way she could convince Brittany that she was sorry, without it being humiliating at the same time.
The rest of the day went by slowly for the both of them. But when that final bell went, Santana practically bolted from her classroom. She made it to Brittany's car first and smirked, leaning against a door while she waited. She watched the bustling crowd, spotting a tall blonde head rearing towards her. They made eye contact from across the car park. Brittany slowed for just a second before sighing and picking up her pace again.
"Hey baby" Santana said in an all too confident voice.
"Hi" Brittany replied stiffly, barely passing her a sideway glance before unlocking the car and slumping into her seat unceremoniously. Santana followed, keeping quiet until the engine began and they pulled out, onto the road.
"Don't be mad, Britt." Santana pouted, working her charm.
Brittany fought the will to give in. She found it so hard to not give in, considering the previous night. It had taken a while for them to find a good place, and already they were fighting.
"I guess it's just all that testosterone." She said in a sarcastic voice, keeping her eyes on the road.
"Babe..." Santana began, reaching out a hand to rest it on Brittany's thigh. "Maybe you're not 'traditionally' a girl, but you are to me. Plus, I know you secretly love your cock." She said, moving a sly hand further up Brittany's jean-clad thigh.
In that moment, Brittany hated that she had a dick. At least if she had a vagina it wouldn't be so obvious that Santana was really turning her on.
"I mean, it's so big-" She husked, leaning over to whisper huskily into Brittany's ear. "and stretches me so well..." She said, roughly cupping a hardened crotch.
Brittany gasped, biting her lip so hard that it actually hurt. Yet, it still didn't take away from the fact that she had an ever-growing boner inside her seemingly shrinking jeans.
"You think giving me a boner is going to make me forgive you?" Brittany asked, acting way more in control than she felt.
Santana didn't falter, her hand rubbing up and down Brittany's length over the thick material. Of all days to wear jeans.
"No. But if you take me back to yours I can think of a few ways I could make up for it." She offered suggestively.
Brittany struggled between being rightfully angry, and her own horny desires. Come to think of it, maybe Santana's offer had a major up side for Brittany. After a moment of pondering the thought, Brittany had come to a silent decision. Within the next minute, they were parked in Brittany's driveway, and the blonde just couldn't wait to wipe the smirk off Santana's face.
"So, you're sure you're sorry?" Brittany asked, her voice filled with mischief.
Cautiously, Santana nodded, wondering what was going on in her girlfriend's mind. Surely, she was soon to find out.
"Fine." Was all she said, before getting out of the car with an eager yet nervous Santana following closely behind.
Once inside, Brittany continued her silent treatment, walking upstairs to her room with Santana in tow. Little did the Latina know what was coming. Not her, Brittany thought with a twisted smirk.
"Get on your knees." Brittany stated simply, as if it were as casual as a greeting.
Santana faltered only for a second before dropping straight to her knees, eye level with the bulge in Brittany's pants. Santana would never admit it, but she knew she wanted this. She was already dripping wet, her mind wandering into her many masochistic fantasies. However, she would play Brittany's game.
"That was quick" Brittany taunted, slowly unbuckling her belt.
Santana looked up at her, eyes wide and apologetic. If it were possible, Brittany grew another entire inch. She really hadn't expected Santana to be so willing. It was kind of fucking hot. She wondered what lengths she could take this to. The thought was exhilarating.
Santana watched, her mouth watering in apprehension. But Brittany was purposely taking this a slow as she could, like she secretly knew how much Santana wanted to please her. In moments like these it was hard for Brittany not to become drunk on power.
"You look like you want something" Brittany pointed out, her thumbs hooked into her jeans, ready to pull down.
Brown eyes stared up at her, willing and pleading. It sent Brittany wild. She couldn't hold back any longer. One hand left her pants, only to weave through Santana's hair, at first soothingly. Quickly, it became a dominant move as she tugged roughly and pulled Santana's head back. A whimper squeaked out from the Latina's throat, one clearly due to pleasure rather than pain.
"I don't think my cock's girl enough for you, what do you think?" Brittany asked, her tone patronising. Santana loved it.
"Please, baby. I'm sorry." Santana whined, ready to submit as pathetically as possible. She knew how much Brittany got off on it, and the more aroused Brittany was, the sexier she was in bed. This game was equally arousing for both of them, as derogatory as it may have seemed, Santana couldn't deny that it got her off.
"You're sorry? I don't believe you. You're going to have to convince me." Brittany said, suggesting exactly what Santana was close to begging for.
"I will. Just take those off-" Santana motioned towards Brittany's jeans, "and I'll do anything you want. I'll take your cock so deep, baby I'll choke. Just fuck my throat, make me sorry." She begged shamelessly.
Brittany's cock was sure to explode if she endured one more second of Santana's sudden attitude change. Usually she'd at least put up some kind of fight before begging. But this had caught Brittany off guard in the best of ways.
"Fucking hell..." Brittany panted, tearing off her jeans as lightning speed.
Before she could get to her boxers, Santana's mouth was already attached to the bulge hidden beneath a thin layer of material.
"Shit, someone's eager." Brittany groaned, her fingers tightening in Santana's hair. Santana was like an animal, the way her lips, mouth and tongue attacked Brittany's dick. If Brittany wasn't careful, she would come way too soon.
"You want my cock that bad, huh slut?" Brittany said in a raspy voice, gathering herself together again.
Santana whimpered, looking up at her, nodding vigorously. "Yes, please Britt."
That's all it took, and Brittany's boxers were gone. She stood, half naked with a raging erection. It was almost embarrassing how sensitive her cock felt. It was so red, throbbing in need.
Santana was quick to cater her need. Her mouth devoured the entire length in her first try. She choked, but ignored it. It was a good kind of uncomfortable. Plus, she almost came at the way Brittany moaned and fisted her hair even tighter.
"Fuck!" Brittany looked down, seeing that Santana had taken her entire length. She quickly tugged her back, with a gasp of air and a fair amount of saliva. It was messy, but so fucking worth it. It made Santana look even more sexy, which was a bonus.
"We should fight more often. I didn't know you take my whole dick, fuck." Brittany groaned, urgently pushing Santana towards her cock again.
She forced her girlfriend down to the hilt. Santana barely managed it, but she found it surprisingly hot. She made a show of repeating the movement into a steady pace. Each time she would suck from the tip, down until her lips touched Brittany's skin.
"Oh fuck, baby. So good. Take my cock, fucking take it all." Brittany moaned, thrusting her hips in time with Santana's mouth.
"You like it when I fuck your mouth? Does it get you off when I make you feel like such a slut?" She asked, losing herself in the pleasure. She could feel the muscles of Santana's throat around her cock. It was a miracle she hadn't blown her load.
"I love it so much..." Santana gasped out, frantically stroking Brittany's cock as she spoke. She then sucked on the tip, and ran her tongue down the underside, until she came to Brittany's balls.
"Oh shit, you're so dirty." Brittany growled as she felt Santana's lips sucking her balls, licking and teasing.
"Yeah?" Santana teased, knowing Brittany was close. "Where do you wanna cum?" She asked, pumping Brittany's cock expertly, licking and sucking on it every now and then.
"You'll be covered with my cum by the end of tonight. But, I might start with your pretty face, how about that?" Brittany said through ragged breathing.
"Wherever you want" Santana said, taking Brittany into her mouth once again.
It only took a few more thrusts, and Brittany felt her body tense. She dug her nails into Santana's head, crying out in pleasure.
"Shit! Fuck, I'm cumming!" She moaned in ecstasy, pulling her cock out of Santana's mouth and stroked herself, aiming her load all over Santana's face until she was dripping in white, creamy cum.
"Mmm, fuck. That was good, baby." Brittany panted, coming down from her high.
Santana opened her eyes, feeling thoroughly covered in Brittany's jizz. It should have felt gross, but she loved it. It only increased her arousal. She had to be soaking through her panties by this point. She wondered if Brittany would fuck her now that she'd proved she's sorry.
"I bet you want me inside of you, don't you?" Brittany asked, after recovering for a minute. Somehow, she was still hard.
Santana nodded, whimpering a meek 'yes'. In return, Brittany groaned, feeling her cock twitch.
"Maybe I'll fuck you doggy style, or maybe..." She lowered her voice, pulling Santana up to full height, whispering into her ear, "maybe I'll fuck your ass."
Santana's eyes widened, her heart pounded against her chest. No, no that certainly did not sound like a good idea. Not to mention, Brittany's cock would probably rip her open. Brittany smirked at the predicted reaction. She loved getting a rise out of Santana.
"No? Hmm. Then maybe I'll fuck you right here, standing up." She teased, prodding her cock against Santana's inner thigh.
"Uh, please..." Santana moaned, her eyes closing as they rolled into the back of her head. "J-just oh God, just fuck me Brittany. I need you, take me wherever, however you want, just fuck me!"
Brittany bit her lip, grabbing onto Santana's shirt and ripped it over her head, then bent over to peels off her bottom half so that she was completely naked. Before the Latina had a chance to speak, Brittany gripped her waist and pushed her roughly back onto the bed.
"Spread your legs." She ordered, and instantly, Santana obeyed.
Brittany groaned, her cock growing just seeing how wet and ready Santana was. Her pussy looked so slick and delicious. She had to restrain herself from fucking her right then. She wanted to play a bit, before giving the girl what she needed.
"Touch yourself." Brittany husked, stroking her cock while still standing.
Santana looked disappointed just for a second, but whatever resignation she held died the second her fingers traced over her swollen clit. She whined loudly, as if she'd been craving the touch for a lifetime. Brittany groaned, deep from her throat and pumped herself faster.
"Now fuck yourself for me." Brittany added, losing her own patience. This was turning her on more than it was supposed to.
Santana didn't hesitate at all this time, easily sliding two fingers inside of herself with such ease. She moaned loudly, her back arching. It felt good, but not good enough. She quickly picked up the pace, adding a third finger without being asked to do so.
"Mmm, you like that don't you? Such a fucking slut. You look so hot fucking yourself, I bet you wish it was my cock instead. Don't you?" Brittany said, her voice growing harsh.
"Fuck yes, I need your cock. I want you to fuck me so hard, please." Santana whimpered, fucking herself erratically. Slick, wet slapping noises could be hear around the room as she fiercely slammed her fingers inside herself. Brittany couldn't wait one more second.
She pounced forward and roughly flipped Santana over onto her knees. Santana moaned in delight, taking pleasure in being manhandled by a horny Brittany. She wanted more.
"If you're going to fuck me like this, do it properly!" She growled, knowing more than well it'd spur Brittany on.
"Shut up, bitch!" Brittany hissed, leaning forward, she grabbed Santana's hair and tugged her up to her hands and knees.
"Ohh fuck, like that, B." Santana yelped. She was throbbing, her pussy begging to be filled.
"Yeah? You like that? You like it when I pull your hair, when I make you my bitch?" Brittany said, lining her cock up to Santana's entrance, just teasing it with the tip.
"I love it" Santana keened, rolling her hips for any kind of friction. "Just please fuck me, now. I want to cum all over your cock."
Brittany smirked. "As you wish." She husked, jutting her hips forward so that her cock slammed into Santana's tight pussy. She was welcomed by a loud yelp, which only encouraged her more. Brittany pushed further and further until she filled Santana entirely.
"You're still so tight" Brittany grunted, her hips thrusting slowly, stretching Santana out.
"You're still so fucking huge." Santana whined, finding her balance between pleasure and pain.
"You fucking love it." Brittany replied, thrusting into the girl hard and deep.
"Oh, fuck me! Like that, B. Hard, I like it hard." Santana moaned, almost becoming incoherent.
Brittany groaned, giving it to Santana as hard as she could. She bucked her hips, each time her hips slapping against Santana's ass. The way she was responding, Brittany understood that Santana really did like it rough. It wasn't just her who loved giving it rough. She decided to test Santana's limits.
"Tell me you're sorry. Tell me how much you fucking love my cock, and don't you dare even think about cumming." Brittany demanded with a harsh slap to Santana's ass.
"O-ok!" Santana replied, trying to form a coherent sentence while she was impaled mercilessly. "I'm sorry, fucking hell I'm sorry I'll never say that shit again, o-oh fuck j-just don't stop, your cock feels so fucking good, B. No one fucks me like you... only you!" Santana screamed, nails digging into the sheets.
"Fuck I'm so close, Britt please let me cum!" She begged.
Brittany's head was spinning. What with the Santana's dirty words and the feeling of her own impending orgasm. Not to mention the way Santana began to tighten around her.
"Mmm, beg me." Brittany teased, thrusting even harder while yanking Santana's hair, eliciting a loud yelp. She was almost at the point of crying, she needed release to badly.
"Please, please can I cum? Fuck, I'll do anything, I'll let you cum inside me, I'll even let you fuck my ass. Just please let me cum."
Brittany certainly couldn't say no to that.
"Such a dirty fucking slut. Mmm, ok. Cum baby, cum on my cock. Let it go." Brittany said, pounding into Santana as hard as she could.
"Oh my God, Fuck!" Santana cried out, her walls convulsing violently around Brittany's dick, making it harder for her to be fucked. She came so hard that she momentarily saw black, sure that she was going to become unconscious. But just as she felt light-headed, Brittany pulled out with a high pitched whimper.
"Shit, shit... Santana!" She trailed off into incoherent moans of pleasure as she shot her load all over Santana's dripping pussy, some landing on her ass. It seemed to go on forever, endless streams of cum spurted out upon Santana's pussy, spilling down her thighs.
"Mmm, baby." Santana hummed, wiping her face before turning around.
She leaned down and sucked the remaining cum off Brittany's dick and licked up any remaining mess. She slid forward and rubbed her pussy along Brittany's length, soaking it in their juices.
"Shit" Brittany gasped in awe, finding her breath again.
"Do you really want to get me hard again? Seriously baby, fuck. Where the hell did that come from?" She asked, slightly awestruck.
Santana just smiled and shrugged. "You're mine, and I like making you feel good. You totally love dominating me, and I fucking love it when you do as well. It's win-win."
Brittany chuckled lightly and shook her head. "Well it was hot, and we should totally fuck like, every day." She added seriously.
"Mmm, agreed." Santana hummed with a lazy smile on her face. They were both completely sated.
"So much for me being angry at you." Brittany snorted, lying down on her back, Santana quickly joining next to her.
"Too bad, I could only imagine our angry sex." Santana said, a million thoughts popping into her head.
"Oh God, what have I created?" Brittany joked, only to lean over and kiss her girlfriend tenderly.
Yeah, Brittany was definitely glad that she wasn't like other girls.