Okay readers I need some advice. Yesterday at work I found out somebody I work very closely with tried to out me to a few people. I'm mostly out to everyone there, with the exception of my homophobic boss and a few other office bigots…and this guy stupidly talked to the people who already knew. Thing is, I never told him because we've gotten to arguments about it in the past and he's just really closed minded. Anyway this girl in my office and I kind of flirt on and off with each other and we got each other Valentine's cards and so he decided it was his prerogative to start asking people if I'm gay. I don't care who knows, honestly. My thing is that coming out is such a hard thing to do in life, how could he just assume it was his job to give out or ask for information that wasn't his? So my question is this: Should I confront him and just say yeah I'm gay, why couldn't you have just asked me? Or should I let it go and keep working with him like nothing happened? Before this we've always had a great relationship and we get along great except for that one fight where he told me gay people choose to be gay for attention, and he freaked when a gay guy almost got hired there cause he 'didn't want to get raped'. I told him being gay is not like fishing, we have standards too. Anyway, in high school one stupid girl overheard a conversation in the library and outed me to the ENTIRE senior class, two weeks before graduation. It was the worst time of my life. I've grown so much since then, and I am so thankful for Glee for telling Santana's story the way they did because I lived it. Only she was a lot braver than I was. Even if it was cause of good ol' Brittany.
Anyway let's get back to the good stuff, shall we?
Brittany had ran from the office after their 'almost' kiss, using some excuse about needing a clean shirt. They were so close…they could feel their breath on each other's mouths, and God even that felt so right. The lack of contact left a burning desire in the pit of Brittany's stomach and she knew she'd have to get rid of it to have any kind of a productive afternoon. But thanks to Kristen being a huge cock block, and Santana still being too much of a fraidy cat to dump her, she had to take matters into her own hand.
So she ran eleven blocks to their apartment, not being patient enough to wait for a cab. She waited patiently as the elevator climbed to her floor and practically threw herself in the apartment. Without hesitation she ran right back to her room and plopped down on the bed. She immediately plunged her right hand down the front of her pants, grunting in appreciation when she finally made contact.
She rubbed at herself furiously, making quick circles around the swollen bundle of nerves. The sensation cause her eyes to snap shut and her hips to thrust up uncontrollably.
"Oh Santana…right there, San…right there," she moaned. God how she wished Santana was here to take care of this ache for her.
"See what you do to me San? God you make me so wet. Yeah…yeah baby, just like that. Oh God…mmm…oh God Sanny," Brittany grunted, her imagination working in overdrive.
Tears formed in the corners of her eyes as she neared her release, She arched her back off the mattress, working herself harder toward the friction, practically humping her own hand.
"Yeah Sanny, yeah Sanny! Oh! Oh my God Sanny! Oh God, oh God! Ohh…Santana!" she yelled as she finally climaxed.
"Oh Sanny…" she whimpered as she collapsed against the bed, hugging her pillow to her chest. She was overcome by tears now as she cried herself to sleep.
…Meanwhile…
"You think she's okay?" Santana asked Kristen.
"I'm sure she's fine. It's just pizza sauce. You look flustered, though. What's wrong?" Kristen replied.
"Um…it's nothing. I should go, though," Santana admitted.
"Not so fast, hot stuff. You can't just get me all hot and bothered and then run off," Kristen told her.
"Apparently that's not true," Santana replied, gesturing to Brittany's empty desk.
"What do you mean? That's not the same, Brittany didn't have us hot and bothered, she just ran off. You on the other hand, Miss kissing all over me and making me fondle your biceps…you aren't getting off the hook that easy," Kristen purred. She knocked all the things off her desk in one solid motion and hoisted Santana up onto it.
"Don't be nervous," she said as she crawled on top of Santana, forcing her to lay flat and look up at her.
"I know you're strapped for time so we'll skip the foreplay," Kristen winked, starting to unbutton Santana's pants.
"How romantic," Santana replied. She decided she would just let this happen, since the throbbing between her legs would prevent her from getting anything done this afternoon. She'd just let it happen, and then tomorrow no matter what, her and Kristen would be over with.
"God baby look how hot you get for me," Kristen commented now that Santana's pants were gone. Before she could respond, she felt Kristen's tongue plunge into her folds.
"Oh God…oh God!" she cried out, holding onto the corners of the desk for dear life. She immediately wished it was Brittany's tongue going to town on her like this. Brittany's teeth and lips wrapping tightly around her bundle of nerves as her stomach muscles tensed.
"Yes..yes, God yes," Santana moaned. Without warning, Kristen stopped, leaning up to lose her own pants. Santana whimpered at the loss of contact until Kristen threw Santana's left leg over her shoulder and started crashing their soaking cores together.
"Mm, God…yeah. Don't stop," Santana moaned, making damn sure to keep her eyes closed. In her mind it was Brittany humping the shit out of her.
"Yeah baby, you like that?" Kristen grunted.
"Yeah…yeah…" she whimpered.
"That's right baby. Say my name," Kristen choked out.
"Oh God…Brit…oh God," she moaned, getting close to her release. Kristen arched an eyebrow at this, but continued rocking herself into Santana until she saw the girl begin to arch her back.
"That's right, baby. Let go…cum for me baby, yeah," Kristen moaned.
"Oh God! Yes! Yes! Oh fucking God yes…yes…" Santana climaxed. Kristen hopped off the desk, damn please with herself, but confused about that 'Brit' comment, and started putting her pants back on.
"Well that was the first time I ever had sex on top of a desk," Santana chuckled.
"Yeah? Well it was hot. See why I like when you visit me at work?" she commented, handing Santana her pants and underwear.
"So about tonight…" Kristen purred, leaning close to Santana as she pulled her pants on.
"How about you just come over to my place and we can do that like forty more times?" Kristen suggested.
"Um…yeah, okay," Santana replied. She'd have to talk to Brittany first. Just one more date, she'd tell her, because she did suggest the date earlier, it wouldn't be right to blow her off. But tomorrow she'd dump her. She'd understand, right? She wouldn't take it out on Brittany, Santana hoped.
"Good. I'll send somebody to get you at seven. And drink a red bull, baby. Cause I can go all night," she winked. Oh boy…this was going to be a long night.
…Later…
"Hey Brit," Santana said, walking into their apartment. Brittany was on the couch in her pajamas with Santana's Friends DVD box set scattered on the coffee table.
"Watching Friends?" Santana asked excitedly, plopping down in the recliner.
"Just trying to see how Ross and Rachel figured it out in the end," Brittany mumbled, not taking her eyes off the screen.
"Well, that's easy, Brit. They were destined from the first episode. They had their issues but…true love conquers all. They were each other's lobsters, remember?" Santana explained.
"Even when one of them would date somebody completely wrong for them and refuse to break up with them?" Brittany replied. Santana gulped.
"They were both always afraid of getting hurt again," she covered.
"Their love would've been so much stronger by the end if they just stayed together," Brittany argued.
"No way. They had to be apart to remember how much they loved each other. I mean when Ross tried to get her off the plane…that was like the most romantic moment of all time. If they would've just dated all ten seasons, that never would've happened. I would like to believe one day, someone would love me enough to chase me through an airport," Santana replied.
"They just wasted a lot of time on other people," Brittany shrugged.
"I know. We all do that. And for the record, I'm dumping Kristen tomorrow. But I did promise her we'd hang out tonight so I'm going over there in a while," Santana told her.
"Have fun," Brittany mumbled.
"Brit, do you want to talk about earlier?" Santana asked.
"Nope," she replied shortly.
"Oh. Um…well, I'm going to get ready for my…uh…last date," she chuckled. When Brittany didn't chuckle she sighed and headed back to the shower.
Lobsters, huh? Brittany thought. Lobsters, bears, what's the difference? Point is, whether Santana grows a pair tomorrow and does it or not, I'm making this happen. So get ready, Kristen. Cause nobody gets to put their paws on my sexy Puerto Rican bear, lobster, girlfriend…thing. Not anymore. She's mine.
God I can't wait to call Santana my girlfriend.
ONE MORE CHAPTER, guys. Hang in there. I promise it's gonna be epic.
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