When you woke up the following morning you weren't sure that you wanted to leave. You walked towards Santana's room and noticed the door opened, but no one in there. So you poked your head in her office and witnessed emptiness as well. You trudged into the living room and immediately glanced outside the floor to ceiling windows, noticing a figure out by the dock. Before exiting the house you poured two glasses of orange juice. You walked out towards Santana and sat down next to her, offering her a glass.
She squinted up at you and pursed her lips in a weak smile before taking the glass. You knew she was probably feeling awkward about last night; what was said and done. But you didn't want any tension between the two of you, especially considering you were determined to still work for her.
"How are you feeling?"
"I'm okay," she breathed.
"Do you want to be alone?"
"No," she answered immediately and that dulled your anxiety.
You curved your lips into a small smile. "So are we going to continue working today?" Santana released a long sigh and stared out into the distance, beyond the ocean where the visual spec of a ship floated.
"I'm thinking we could just have a Britt Britt and Santana day," she replied, "just talk about us, maybe have a nice lunch and…" she shrugged, "just be together, alone, while we have the chance."
You pinched your lips together as your eyes trailed down the side of her face. Her skin was literally glowing and increasingly tempting for you to reach out and touch her. So you lifted your free hand and traced her eyebrow with your fingers before tucking some stray hair behind her ear. Santana's lips trembled slightly and her eyes fluttered shut momentarily.
"Can I kiss you?" You whispered.
Santana tilted her head to lay flat against your fingers, before completely turning to face you. She glanced down at your lips and nodded faintly, giving you the green light. Just as you were inches from her lips, Santana's name was being called. You both flinched backwards and turned to the two figures approaching you.
You didn't recognise either of the women, but when you glanced at Santana, you realised that she clearly did. She gulped visibly and her face completely hardened as she stood up.
"We didn't expect to see you around here again," the blonde woman spoke. You admired her features — ones that appeared sultry but also cute. It made you feel tense about all your aesthetic insecurities.
"Hi Kitty," Santana responded flatly, before turning to the shorter brunette. "Rachel."
"Hi Santana, how are you?" Rachel responded brightly.
"Fine," Santana narrowed her eyes, "what are you doing here?" You noticed how uncomfortable Rachel looked, but she disguised it marginally well. While Kitty appeared confident and almost smug. The way her intense stare lingered on Santana made you uncomfortable but you didn't want to say anything incase you were overreacting.
"We noticed your car out front," Kitty replied, "decided to come see if you wanted to catch up."
"Not really," Santana mumbled, staring down at the ground.
Kitty chuckled, while rolling her eyes. "Come on Santana, I thought we got over our past."
You could tell just by looking at Santana's hard gaze on the ground that she was going through a silent battle. You wish you had some idea about who these women were and how they knew Santana, but it wasn't the time to interrogate these strangers; especially seeing as Santana looked like she was about implode.
"I'm over it," Santana responded a little louder than before. "But you keep fucking appearing in my life every once in a while and I have a feeling it's not just to catch up." Santana was seething the more she spoke. Her eyes were now piercing through Kitty's, and you were awkwardly sitting near Santana's feet still, contemplating whether to jump into the ocean or interject.
"Our mom's are good friends Santana," Kitty retorted, "I don't see why we can't be like we were in High School."
Santana slapped her hands against her thighs and scoffed incredulously. "You fucked Quinn's boyfriend and tried to have sex with me! Multiple times!" Santana then turned to Rachel. "And you chose to side with her, even though you knew how Quinn felt about you."
Holy shit this is way too much drama for five minutes, you thought.
"Santana I —" Rachel began but Santana raised a finger to silence her.
"This is unbelievable! I'm here trying to relax with Brittany for a few days and all of sudden the mood is fucking destroyed," Santana shouted.
"Brittany?" Kitty questioned. Your eyes widened and you stood up so that you were at everyone's level — well you were significantly taller than all of them which surprisingly caused Kitty to falter and you to smile smugly.
"That's me," you chirped.
Kitty shook her head dismissively which made you pout. "Look, I'm really sorry Santana, for everything. I've apologised to Quinn and she accepted it. All I'm looking for is a second chance," she stepped forward, holding Santana's gaze, "please remember all the good times we had." A small smirk appeared on Kitty's face and you couldn't help but think that there was some previous intimacy between them, however long ago.
Santana had mentioned she'd never felt what she felt for you before — with a woman in particular. She'd never been with one before you. She wouldn't lie about it. You hoped anyway.
Suddenly Santana linked her arm with you and marched both of you past the two women. "I want you two gone by midday."
x
Thankfully Kitty and Rachel had already grabbed breakfast before stopping over. But that meant awkward tension occurred while you and Santana ate your eggs and salmon. Santana had gone to the store early before you awoke and grabbed whatever she needed to keep her going for another day. You were planning to stay until she was ready to leave, but with clearly unwelcome guests, you believed that Santana would want to disappear and go back to work sooner.
"So, are you two like dating?" Kitty questioned. You were biting into your toast as she spoke and you paused mid-crunch and side eyed Santana.
"No," Santana responded firmly. "She's my assistant. We work together."
Kitty's lips contorted into a smirk. "Ooh so you two work very closely together."
"We're friends," you stated monotonously. "Just like you and Rachel. Unless you two are fucking because I can't and don't really want to picture it."
Kitty scowled at you but your expression remained blank. You finished the last bit of your toast and offered to take Santana's plate. She sent you a tight lipped smile and you made your way into the kitchen.
"Can we just talk in private, I feel like there was so much left unsaid," Kitty whispered. Santana lifted her gaze to Kitty, but barely made a move to respond. You had heard Kitty's request but pretended not to as you turned on the faucet and began washing the dishes.
"Whatever," Santana mumbled. You internally panicked at what would come of their private talk. Santana made it clear to Kitty the two of you weren't dating, so if your suspicions were true about their past, Kitty would probably try to make a move on Santana.
Just as you turned around you witnessed Santana and Kitty disappear down the hall. You focused on Rachel who was sitting awkwardly by herself with her hands clasped together neatly on the table.
You approached her slowly, trying to refrain from glancing down the hallway. When you sat down in front of her again, she bit her lip before grinning slightly.
"Kitty and I haven't had sex," she stated. "I have however had sexual relations with a female before and well," she blushed, "it was spectacular, absolutely mind blowing."
"Sex with girls is," you mentioned, shrugging.
"Yes well," her expression faltered, "it ruined a friendship of mine. I didn't reciprocate emotional feelings and things got messy."
"That sucks." You leaned back in your chair, straining your ears to hear Santana's voice.
x
Santana felt sweaty and uncomfortable. It was humid in the house. She should have turned on the damn air conditioner. Kitty was so damn close to her, trying to explain herself. Santana wanted to grab her stapler and shut her stupid mouth.
"I just want us all to be close again! Ever since you've been the head of the company you've barely made contact with any of us —"
"I made contact with Quinn," Santana retorted, "because she deserved it."
Kitty rolled her eyes. "You've changed Santana, so much. You were never this closed off in High School. You always owned a room and spread your death stares around. You melted confidence."
"I'm still confident," Santana said.
"But you're not happy, are you?" Santana frowned and ducked her head. "I know how to make you happy," Kitty added softly, stepping further into the brunette's space. "Let me make you happy Santana. Let me at least try this time."
Santana realised the weight of the situation just before Kitty leaned in. She pushed the girl away and screwed up her face.
"Fuck off! Back then I rejected you because you were just a drunk sophomore wanting to get it on with a senior and yeah," Santana raised her arms, "maybe we became friends because you actually seemed like a cool girl while sober, but that doesn't excuse you constantly berating me about my sexuality! You say you know me, that I wasn't guarded in High School," Santana raised her eyebrows, "well I was. I was hiding the fact that I fucking love women. You were trying to force me out of the closet by flirting with me and borderline sexually harassing me but I rejected you. You need to get that through your head and stop acting so butt hurt about it. I realise that caused you to sleep with Quinn's then boyfriend but I didn't blame myself ever. The only thing I ever blamed myself for was not being true to myself."
"Santana —"
"You were so damn hateful towards yourself that you had to make everyone else feel worse. You had to hurt everyone so that it subsided your own pain," Santana shook her head, "I'll never know why Berry chose to side with you and frankly I don't care. I've built a name for myself in the company and I have people in my life that I absolutely adore. So don't dig up the past just because you're the only one who didn't gain anything from it."
"Fine! Okay!" Kitty relented. "I'm not very good at letting things go. I'm pretty sure Rachel is only friends with me because she pities me, so in all honesty I don't have anyone."
"That's your own fault," Santana replied, calmer now. "Don't project your self loathing onto me just because of some stupid High School rejection."
Kitty pressed her lips firmly in a thin line and nodded. "Would you have gone out with me though if I hadn't tried to have sex with you first?"
Santana snorted. "No. I didn't truly figure myself out until this year due to…circumstances."
Kitty slowly nodded, accepting her old friend's answer. "Okay, well. I'm truly sorry for everything. And I hope you find your happiness Santana."
"I will," Santana replied confidently, thinking of only one woman.
Kitty walked back down the hall and Rachel stood up immediately. Kitty brushed past her towards the door and Rachel sent you an apologetic smile before rushing after her. You stood up and walked down the hall to see Santana leaning against the wall by the bathroom door.
She peered up at you, her expression shifting from calm to something darker. You bit your bottom lip and approached her slowly.
"What ha —"
Santana cut your words off with a fierce kiss that propelled you backwards against the wall. Your back stung but you forgot about the pain immediately as Santana's hands cupped your face gently, while her lips sucked on yours harshly.
You whimpered and grasped desperately at her waist, tugging the singlet she wore down so her breasts popped out the top. You ran your hands up her stomach and squeezed her boobs, causing Santana to gasp and break the kiss. You both stared at each other through lidded eyes. You were about to continue massaging her breasts but something stopped you, something in her eyes.
She was trying to tell you something. It wasn't about sex anymore.
"I want to be with you."
You couldn't voice a reply so you leaned in and crashed your lips together again. You kissed her slowly, softly, trying to fight the urge to stick your tongue into her mouth. You just wanted to feel her lips against yours — as a sort of promise that you'd both fight for each other now, no matter the consequences.
You would have to get back to reality soon, but at least you knew that Santana wanted to be yours now.
With your hands still on her breasts, you gently pushed her backwards so she was now against a wall. You tugged on her bottom lip and pulled back for a second before dragging your lips across her jaw. You kissed and marked her neck with fervour and she moaned loudly.
"Don't stop Brittany."
You nipped at her skin before pulling back and resting your forehead against hers. You caressed her left cheek and sighed. "Never."
She took your hand still resting on her breast and guided you into her room. You both fell onto the bed, lying next to each other, just staring into each other's eyes. Your hands were still locked together and you leaned forward to nudge her nose with yours.
She smiled. "I found myself when you found me. I found myself when you showed me what it was like to be adored, to be loved and not just fucked."
"You're beautiful Santana," you whispered, "you don't deserve the world, you deserve the entire galaxy."
Santana blushed and looked down momentarily. "I never wanted to just be your friend."
"Neither," you replied giggling.
"We should be just friends, but I can't. You make me feel so worthy of adoration, you make me want to work to make you happy for a long time."
"You're doing a really good job so far," you responded.
Santana smiled and leaned into you, so your lips were hovering an inch apart. "I don't care if people know at the company. I've achieved so much in my life that I thought was important. But my greatest achievement has certainly been gaining your love."
"Santana, we still should be careful," you murmured, "what will you do if you have to let someone else take over."
Santana released a short breathy laugh through her nose. "Maybe it's time for a change."
"This is a big step," you warned her, "I hope you're not just saying this in the heat of the moment."
Santana reached up and caressed your cheek, forcing you to really look into her eyes. "I'm saying this because I feel like I've suppressed it for so long and I can't deny what I feel for you anymore. It's not fair to either of us just because of our circumstances."
You sighed. "What about Paul? You were so angry when he caught us."
"Britt," she whispered, "I hid in High School. I wore a disguise because I wasn't comfortable with myself. I'm tired of hiding, I don't want to be that scared girl anymore. I just want to be happy and you make me so happy. I realise that this is a big step, but as long as I have you I really have nothing to be angry about or afraid of."
Your face scrunched up in a smile and you brought your lips to hers gently. Santana's hand tightened against your cheek and eventually her whole body was on top of you. You rested your head back against the bed and stared up at her.
"I'm so yours." You rolled her onto her back and kissed down her neck to her chest. Santana's eyes fell closed and her fingers tangled in your hair. You ran your tongue down her cleavage and pushed her breasts up, massaging them slowly. Her back arched slightly and you smirked. You lifted her singlet up and peppered kisses down her stomach until you reached the top of her shorts.
When you pulled them down and discarded them, you noticed that Santana wasn't wearing any underwear. The heat between your legs rose and you immediately leaned down and captured her clit between your lips, sucking on it until you felt Santana's thighs tremble.
"Uh," she groaned, "Brittany." You widened your mouth around her clit and sucked hard, before running your tongue down her slit. Her breathing became sharp and fast until you entered a finger inside her and she froze, her breath catching in her throat.
You dug your finger deep in her and swiped your tongue up and down, lapping up her wetness. Santana's thighs closed against your head but you didn't stop your movements. In fact it spurred you on that she was already so close to coming. You pumped your finger in and out faster and gained a loud whimper from Santana's lips. Her fingers gripped your tresses and pulled, momentarily causing your teeth to rake against her clit.
She released a choked moan, so you nipped at her pink flesh and lapped your tongue hard against her clit. Her breathing picked up again and she was cursing softly as the throbbing built up inside her lower area. When she came her entire body rested motionless on the bed. She breathed a 'fuck' before bringing you back up to her and kissing you feverishly. Her tongue split your lips and massaged the walls of your mouth.
She then pushed you onto your back and rolled her hips against yours. You felt her cum soak the thin material of your shorts and you squeezed her thighs urging her to continue. She adjusted her body without breaking the kiss, so that her thigh was against your centre. She pressed hard against you and you released a husky moan as your head flew back against the sheets. You felt her fingers push your shorts and underwear to a side and your pussy came in contact with her skin. You knew how wet you were so you felt slightly embarrassed that it would be all over Santana's thigh.
She clearly didn't care though, because she rocked against you and bit the skin of your jaw before marking your neck without hesitation.
It was almost like a Christmas miracle. You were both so ready to give up yesterday and avoid the feelings you had for each other without anymore thought. Clearly your feelings were stronger than anticipated and as Santana had mentioned before, you couldn't be just friends. It was impossible to deny your chemistry.
Your hands slid behind Santana and you gripped her ass roughly, forcing her to roll harder and faster against you. Your mouth fell open and whimpers escaped as your clit started tingling. The bed was squeaking as she continue to grind on you and you thrusted up to get better friction. Almost instantly you felt the ache explode between your legs and you came undone beneath the girl of your dreams.
Santana collapsed on top of you, her breathing heavy and languid. She rolled her wrists and winced as she was leaning on her hands the entire time to keep herself up. You giggled and wrapped your arms around her, nestling your head against her neck.
You wanted to stay in that moment forever with Santana. You adored her, you fucking loved her. You wanted to say it but felt that you just did with your bodies. So you kept quiet and held her.
You wanted to stay in that moment forever. You were irrevocably happy. You hoped it would last.
X
A/N: Oh snap look at me go! Thanks for all your fic recs and kind words. This is random but did any of you listen to Kevin talking about everyones relationships in that radio interview? He said it was like Tinder and that stuff happened in the trailers and Naya might reveal stuff when she releases her book! So I'm hoping we'll finally find out what happened on that britt britt Santana night in...Not that I'm still thinking about that tweet...Anyway, I deleted my fanfic tumblr like a year ago or two ago (along with my brittana blog *cries*) but I do have a regular Tumblr, if you want to stop by and chat about fictional couples that ruin our lives :) the url kissingtraining.