A/N: Hey guys! Sorry for the lack of updates. A lot of crap happened in my life but now I'm back :D Thank you so much for the patience and understanding and the sweet messages you guys left here and on Tumblr 3 Back to the story! Major angst and fluff coming up in the next chapters. Time jump in this one :P
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Warning: sexy times [real short tho]
Brittany ran out of her dance class as soon as the instructor dismissed them. Things at Juilliard were going great. Her classes weren't as hard as she thought they'd be. The only thing was, she was working part time at a local Starbucks. She entered Juilliard on scholarship but cost of living in New York wasn't exactly cheap. Her parents gave her more than enough money but a part of her wanted to gain some independence. She started out as a barista but the coffee recipes confused her so the manager moved her to cashier duties that suited Brittany perfectly.
Things were rather slow when she first arrived but the pace soon picked up. It was nearing 5pm and people were either going home or just starting their day. Brittany put on her brightest smile and got to work. She saw a lot of familiar faces in the crowd, people she'd gotten to know in the two weeks she'd been working here.
"How you doing, Mrs. R? The usual for you?" Brittany said
"I'm doing fine, dear. And yes, the usual for me," the woman answered, "How's the apartment hunt coming?"
"The big zero," Brittany replied, "That'll be $2.99"
The woman handed her a $5 bill and told her to keep the change. Brittany smiled and said a quick thank you. It wasn't unusual for the customers to give her tips. As a matter of fact, another reason why the manager placed her at the cashier was because of the amount of tips she was bringing in. People naturally liked Brittany and actually liked giving her tips.
"Hi, my name's Brittany" she said, "Welcome to Starbucks! What can I get for you?"
"I'll have a grande Green Tea Frappe," the man said with an accent.
Brittany chuckled to herself and punched in the entry.
"You have a funny accent," Brittany said," That'll be $3.50"
"Well, I'm from across the pond," the man chuckled, "My name's Adam"
"Nice to meet you, Adam from across the pond," Brittany said.
"Say, uh, I couldn't help but overhear that you're looking for an apartment," Adam said, "I believe I can help you with that. What time do you get off? We can talk about it"
Brittany checked the clock on the wall and saw the time.
"15 minutes ago actually," Brittany chuckled, "I'll just finish the line and clock out,"
"Great. See you in a bit then," Adam replied.
Adam, who was a student at NYADA, turned out to be much nicer than Brittany had expected. He was living in a 3-½-bedroom apartment with his boyfriend and his best friend. When Adam said he had a boyfriend, Brittany didn't even flinch. She'd already figured it out the second he gave his order. His eyebrows were waxed a little too perfectly and his hands were softer than usual. Picking up on these things was one of the many things she'd learned from Kurt back in high school. The thought of Kurt suddenly made her feel a bit nostalgic.
"So, your boyfriend and his best friend, do you think they'll like me?" Brittany asked nervously.
"Of course they will," Adam said reassuringly, "I highly doubt anyone is capable of not liking you"
Adam opened the door to the lift and motioned for Brittany to enter first. Enclosed spaces were never Brittany's thing so she took a deep breath and counted slowly in her head. Adam looked over to her and noticed her ministrations.
"I find that singing is much more helpful than counting," he said softly.
Brittany looked up at him with an embarrassed look.
"You noticed that, huh?"
"I've got it too, actually," Adam said, "My parents sent me to see a therapist to help me get over it."
"So you don't get that tightening feeling anymore?"
"Well, sometimes," Adam said as he stepped out of the lift, "I just have better control of it now so I don't get attacks,"
"That seems really useful,"
"I can help you some time. Give you a couple tips and maybe do some exercises," Adam said," So…ready to meet your new room mates?"
Adam opened the door and let Brittany in.
"Kurt, Rachel, I'm home and I've brought a guest with me" Adam shouted.
Brittany took a step back and examined the room.
'Did he just say Kurt and Rachel?' Brittany thought
"Adam, sweetie, what did I say about bringing home random 'friends' from…"
Kurt stopped dead in his tracks dropping his glass of water on the floor. Rachel came rushing in at the sound of the breakage.
"Kurt, what on earth is wrong with…" Rachel said, "Oh…"
Adam raised his eyebrows curiously as he watched the scene before him unfold.
"Do you all know each other?" he asked.
Kurt and Rachel exchanged looks and were dumbfounded.
"Yeah, I'm not entirely sure what's wrong with these two but yes, we do know each other," Brittany said, "We all went to high school together. I…uh… graduated a year late though"
"Oh so you must know San—"
"Santa! Yeah. Brittany here believes in Santa" Kurt interceded.
Adam gave him a weird look but Kurt subtly told him to just drop the matter. The Briton simply shook his head and let the matter go.
"So, Britt, what are you doing here?" Rachel asked.
"Well, Adam said you guys were looking for a room mate"
"Yeah, I mean, since you guys already know each other, there really shouldn't be a problem," Adam said.
The four had moved to the living room and settled on the couch.
"So you're staying in New York?" Kurt asked.
"Yeah, I got accepted to Juilliard actually. My scholarship included lodging but my roomie's a nightmare."
"Quite impressive, actually. Julliard is a tough school let alone getting there on a scholarship," Adam said.
"I'm not really surprised. Despite your academic deficiencies, you always were a flawless dancer," Rachel said.
"Oh God, do you remember Britney week? That was hot," Kurt said.
"Well, I don't know about you Kurt but my favorite performance of Britt's was when she danced with Mike in Santana's perf—"
Brittany noticeably froze up a bit at the sound of Santana's name. Rachel stopped herself after a rather hard and subtle kick to the shin by Kurt. Adam eyed his boyfriend curiously before turning to Brittany.
"You okay?" Adam asked.
"Yeah," Brittany responded shakily, "Just a little tired from my shift, I guess"
"Brittany, I'm sorry…I had no idea—"
"Rach, it's fine," Brittany said, "It's nearly been a year,"
The words tasted like acid on her mouth. She can't believe it's nearly been a year since she and Santana had broken up. She hadn't spoken to the brunette in months. Not since Valentine's when Santana had left after…after they'd made love for what seemed like the last time.
"But I should go. It was great seeing you guys again," Brittany continued.
As she was walking to the door, Kurt spoke up.
"Britt, when can you move your things?"
Brittany turned around with a confused look.
"You guys still want me to be your room mate?" Brittany asked.
"Of course, silly," Rachel said, "We are family after all"
Brittany simply grinned and headed for the door.
"I'll text you guys this weekend,"
As soon as the lift had gone, Adam turned to Kurt and Rachel with a pointed look.
"Care to tell me what's going on?" Adam said.
"Going on where? There's nothing going on" Rachel said quickly, "Who wants some take out?"
"Real smooth, Rachel," Kurt sighed.
"You know I hate conflict," Rachel groaned.
"Conflict? Between who?" Adam asked.
Kurt and Rachel exchanged looks leaving Adam more confused than ever.
"Brittany and Santana used to date in high school," Kurt began.
"Finn and Rachel dated in high school and they're fine," Adam said.
"True but Finn and I were nothing like Brittany and Santana-"
"No one is like Brittany and Santana," Kurt interjected.
"How so?" Adam asked.
"They're soul mates," Rachel answered.
"Soul mates? You've got to be kidding me," Adam scoffed.
"Look, as insane as it sounds, they were, are soul mates." Kurt said.
"Well, if they are soul mates, then why aren't they together?" Adam asked, "I mean, isn't Santana shagging that photographer chick Samantha or something?"
"Her name's Sarah and yes, Santana is 'shagging' her," Kurt replied, "This isn't the first time this has happened, you know"
"Well, what happened the first time?"
"Santana, as you know, had problems coming to terms with her sexuality," Kurt said, "Brittany was at the center of all of it. Santana was hopelessly in love with Brittany and Brittany with Santana. But…it took her ages to get over her fear of being gay. It nearly drove them apart. I remember the look on Santana's face when she sang with Brittany in glee club. It was heartbreaking. She was…so…"
"Vulnerable…"Rachel continued
"Exactly," Kurt nodded.
" I couldn't see it at first, actually, but…I saw them in the corridors later that day. I wanted to run ideas about regionals with Santana after I was deeply moved of their performance when I overheard them talking. Santana admitted her love for Brittany and wanted her to dump Artie. Brittany—"
"Wait, what?! Santana wanted Brittany to dump Artie?"
"Yeah, that's what I just said, Kurt… I don't—"
"She didn't come out to us til the next school year, Rachel," Kurt said
"I know. I was there, remember?" Rachel replied, "What's your point?"
"The point is Santana made Brittany wait for so long…"
"But…"
"You do know if Brittany finds out about Santana and Sarah, it will crush her, right?"
"I don't know… I mean…"
"Do you remember Karofsky? Remember the look on Britt's face when Santana told everyone she was with Karofsky?"
"Complete and utter sadness. It was terrible," Rachel nodded.
"So…you guys have absolutely no plans of telling Santana about Brittany?" Adam said.
"Nope, and you can't tell her either," Kurt replied.
"Exactly. I was talking to Santana recently and that woman is in no place to handle the emotional baggage that comes with having Brittany in the same city," Rachel added.
"Quite a nasty business though…what happened between them, I mean," Adam sighed.
"They're both just so afraid of what they have," Kurt said.
"But they're in love," Adam said, "It shouldn't have to be so hard"
"A love as great as theirs," Rachel began, "It could either be the most wonderful thing they'll ever experience or a beautiful mess,"
In the seven months Santana had been in New York, she spent a good chunk of her time with Sarah. Despite the heartfelt confession from the red head, Santana couldn't bring herself to be with Sarah other than on a physical level. It was either they were tearing each other's clothes off and it seemed like they couldn't get enough of each other or they were acting like they didn't know each other at all. Well, at least on Santana's part. Sarah was adamant to get through to the Latina. It'd been months and she was sure Santana had moved on from Brittany.
"Santana, it's early," Sarah yawned, "Where are you going?"
"I have to get home. I have class in a couple hours," Santana replied, "Go back to sleep"
"This is why you should just leave some clothes here," Sarah said, "This way you wouldn't have to leave this early."
Sarah sat up, covered in nothing but sheets, and wrapped her arms around Santana's waist pulling the girl closer to her. Santana closed her eyes and let out a defeated sigh. Sarah brushed away Santana's hair and kissed the exposed skin of the girl's neck, missing her pulse point by an inch.
'Almost but not quite' Santana thought to herself
Santana mentally kicked herself for thinking that. She melted further in to Sarah's touch, allowing herself to feel the sensation of the girl's ministrations. Sarah, on the other hand, grew more confident with her actions: kissing and sucking harder, leaving her mark on Santana's skin. Try as she did, Santana couldn't bring herself to feel aroused by the other girl's actions.
'She still doesn't know my tells. Too soon, I guess. We just need more time' Santana thought
"Brittany never needed any time. She just knew" a voice in her head said
Santana opened her eyes and broke free from Sarah's hold.
"Where are you going?" Sarah chuckled.
"Like I said, I have class in a couple hours," Santana sighed.
"Fine," Sarah said, "But just know that I'll be in bed all day thinking about you"
Sarah threw her a seductive look and Santana let out a shaky chuckle before heading out the door.
"Fuck," Santana muttered to herself as she stepped on to the lift.
After leaving Brittany last Valentine's, Santana managed to convince her parents to let her stay in New York for good. She'd gotten to Juilliard mid-semester after her parents pulled a couple strings. Santana quickly caught up with her classes and managed to get enough credits to move on to her second year on time.
"Hey, Santana, did you hear?" Jillian, one of Santana's classmates, asked.
"Hear about what?"
"Some freshman managed to become a T.A." Jill answered.
"A freshman as a T.A. for Harry? Are you guys shitting me?" Santana scoffed.
"No, we're serious," Carly said, "We heard she's smoking too AND she's bicurious"
Santana let out a laugh. She managed to make some friends during her stay here, all of which were very accepting of her sexuality. As a matter of fact, they'd made it their life's mission to set her up with someone.
"I told you I'm not interested," Santana chuckled.
"Sarah is your fuck buddy. This girl could be your soul mate for all you know," Connor said.
Santana let out a strangled laugh.
They didn't know, of course. About her. She'd gotten close to them rather quickly but Santana wasn't comfortable enough with them to talk to them about Brittany.
"All right, everyone gather up," Harry shouted.
They all gathered in a semi-circle and listened half-heartedly. Harry was going on and on about the new procedures and the grades and what not. Santana tried her best to stifle a yawn when a familiar scent filled her senses. She fought her way to the front and standing behind Harry was someone she never thought she'd see again. Brittany. Her breathing quickened.
'What was she doing here?' Santana thought
Brittany looked up from the floor and their eyes met. Her heart beat faster and faster. A million memories flashed through her mind. She tried to avert her gaze but she was frozen in place. Santana looked in to those familiar blue orbs and despite the beat of her heart ringing in her ears, she'd never felt more safe. It was like coming home. Everything felt right yet it all felt wrong. The sound of Harry's cane coming down on the hard wood floor broke their longing stare. Santana scrambled to get to position as Brittany pursed her lips, stifling a smile.
About half way through the class, Harry was called out for a faculty meeting leaving Brittany in charge.
"All right, uh, everyone partner up," Brittany said, "We're doing the tango"
Everyone partnered up and began to move to the music. Brittany walked around the room checking up on everyone, or at least it seemed like she was. Santana focused on the dance but she could feel Brittany watching her causing her to fumble midway a switch.
"Stop," Brittany said.
"You, what's your name?" Brittany continued, pointing to Santana's partner.
"I'm Connor?" he answered.
"Well, Connor, you're doing it wrong" Brittany sighed, "Who's top of the class?"
"Santana," everyone answered in unison.
All eyes fell to Santana who kept her eyes on the ground the entire time. Brittany walked towards her and held out her hand. Santana looked up and saw Brittany wearing a familiar grin on her face.
"Why don't we show them how to do it right," Brittany grinned.
Santana wanted nothing more than to run away and curl up on her bed but having everyone look at her made that hard to do. She hesitantly accepted Brittany's hand and followed her to the center of the room.
As soon as their hands touched, a small spark ignited inside of Santana. All those months of meaningless sex, random hook ups suddenly weighed her down. But at the same time, all those lonely nights crying herself to sleep were all forgotten.
Brittany was here. Brittany was holding her hand.
Santana took a deep breath and followed Brittany's lead. They kept it simple, the moves were reminiscent of their dance from glee club. Brittany had choreographed it, with Santana's help, of course. Santana dared to look up at Brittany and their eyes met. They were thinking of the same thing. They were thinking of that night they'd rehearsed the tango for Survivor in Brittany's home studio and ended up making love.
"Britt, the dance is fine. Can we please rest now?" Santana breathed out.
"But San, it needs to be perfect. What if we don't win because my choreography is ugly?" Brittany pouted.
"Babe, it is perfect. You're the best dancer/choreographer in all of Ohio, maybe even the country," Santana said, "The judges are gonna have to be idiots to think any thing you do is ugly"
"San, one more time, please?" Brittany said.
Santana let out a sigh and shook her head. She took one look at her girlfriend's pouting face and knew it was pointless to argue.
After two more times, Santana and Brittany went up to the blonde's room to rest. Santana immediately fell flat on Brittany's bed and tried to ignore her aching muscles. She looked up and saw Brittany taking her clothes off. A pang of arousal hit her and she instinctively closed her legs.
"Britt, what are you doing?" Santana asked shakily.
"I'm gonna take bath. You know how much I hate sleeping all sweaty and sticky"
Brittany entered the bathroom leaving the door slightly open. Santana sat up and walked over to close the door properly but as soon as she saw Brittany's naked back, her arousal took the better of her. Santana quickly discarded her clothes and joined her lover in the shower, wrapping her arms around Brittany's waist. Santana left a trail of kisses down the blonde's neck stopping at a pulse point, sucking on it hard making Brittany moan in approval.
"I thought you were tired," Brittany said softly.
"Mhmm…thought you could use the help," Santana whispered against her skin.
Brittany turned around capturing Santana's lips in to a heated kiss. They stumbled backwards until they hit the wall. Brittany took hold of both Santana's hands and kept their hands intertwined above their heads. She made a trail of kisses across Santana's jaw line down to her collarbone. Santana parted her legs slightly giving Brittany enough room to slip her leg in between creating the much needed friction to ease some of Santana's arousal.
"Fuck, Britt" Santana moaned as Brittany continued to rock in to her.
Santana closed her eyes and her hands found themselves tangled in blonde locks. She could feel Brittany's arousal dripping down her thighs despite the water from the shower.
"Baby…Britt…Britt" Santana panted, "I… I need you"
"Where do you want me, San?" Brittany whispered
Brittany's hand cupped one of the Latina's breasts and gently massaged it, occasionally flicking the girl's swollen nub. Brittany rocked harder in to Santana and continued her assault on the girl's neck.
"Stop teasing, Britt," Santana breathed out.
Brittany brought her hand down to Santana's center, sliding a finger up and down the smaller girl's folds.
"You're so wet, San," Brittany moaned, playfully biting the other girl's ear, "I bet I could just slip right in"
Santana let out a strangled moan and whimpered beneath Brittany's touch. Brittany brought her hand up to their faces and Santana took the soaked finger in her mouth, licking it clean.
"Well, aren't you a little slut tasting yourself on my fingers?" Brittany said.
Santana moaned in response. To the rest of the world, Brittany was this innocent girl who never knew better but to Santana, Brittany was always the more dominant one in bed. And despite her strong persona, Santana loved it when Brittany took control of their sex marathons. It turned her on even more and this was something the blonde always used to her advantage.
"I bet you'd love it even more if I were the one tasting you," Brittany said
Brittany dropped her hand down and began rubbing circles on the brunette's swollen clit. Santana closed her eyes and tried to even out her breathing. She was so close to the edge and Brittany hadn't even been inside her.
"Do you want me to eat you out, San? Do you want to ride my face?" Brittany continued, applying more pressure to Santana's clit.
"Yes," Santana moaned.
Santana arched her back pressing her center on to Brittany's hand. Brittany pulled back with a confused look when she felt a gush of liquid cover her hand.
"Fuck, Britt," Santana panted.
Brittany's eyes widen as Santana came down from her high. Renewed arousal crept between her thighs and Brittany pulled back her hand, licking Santana's juices off her fingers.
"I can't believe you came without me," Brittany said firmly.
Santana opened her eyes and saw Brittany's eyes clouded with lust.
"Uh…Britt…" Santana said shakily, still feeling the after effects of her orgasm.
"Get on your knees, Santana," Brittany said
Santana quickly dropped to her knees and lightly brushed her fingers up and down the blonde's legs.
"No more teasing, Santana," Brittany said.
Santana let out a chuckle and leaned forward, sticking her tongue out and licking Brittany with one motion.
"So good, San…" Brittany moaned.
Brittany's hands dropped to Santana's head, pushing the smaller girl against her center.
"Just fucking eat me out, Santana," Brittany said.
"Always so demanding," Santana whispered against Brittany's folds.
Before Brittany could respond, Santana stuck her tongue all the way making Brittany's weaken. Santana's hands immediately flew up to Brittany's waist, steadying the blonde.
"Fuck, yes," Brittany gasped, "Right there, San. God, you're so fucking good at this,"
Brittany pushed Santana flat on her ass and switched positions so that Santana could go in deeper.
"YES! SO CLOSE, BABY," Brittany screamed.
At this point, Brittany was riding Santana's face as the brunette's tongue expertly made its way in and out of the blonde. With each thrust, Brittany's clit would hit Santana's nose pushing the blonde closer and closer to the edge. Santana, on the other hand, easily got aroused by the sight unfolding above her. Brittany's eyes were clenched shut as she arched further in to Santana who hands wandered to her own center.
"Oh God, Santana, faster, shit," Brittany breathed out.
Brittany opened her eyes and looked down at Santana whose fingers were quickly going in and out of her vagina. Brittany let out a low chuckle and started playing with her nipples.
"You're such a slut, San…" Brittany said, "Fucking yourself while I ride you. I bet you're so wet right now having me fuck your face"
Santana moaned in approval as Brittany's became more erratic.
"Fuck, Santana!" Brittany screamed.
Before she knew it, Santana's senses were filled with Brittany's essence sending her over the edge. Brittany continued to rock in to Santana as she rode out her high.
After a couple minutes, Brittany leaned back against the wall and pulled Santana up. Santana leaned in for a kiss and Brittany hummed in satisfaction after their sexual tryst.
"I am never gonna get over tasting myself on you," Brittany said.
"Mhmm…you taste amazing," Santana repied.
"You taste better though,"
"On that note, babe, we'll agree to disagree," Santana chuckled.
"So, shower?"
The music ended just as the bell rang. Santana broke out her daydream and realized that Brittany's hands were still on her waist. She locked eyes with the blonde and just as the Brittany was about to open her mouth, Santana quickly broke contact and got out of the classroom.
"Whoo, that was some sexual tension, Santana," Jill said as she stepped beside the Latina.
"Totally. The new T.A. totally wants all up in you," Carly teased.
"Shut up. She wasn't. It was just a dance," Santana answered.
"Keep telling yourself that, Tana," Jill said.
"Whatever," Santana muttered, "So we still up for Saturday?" she said a little louder this time.
"Totally! Party all night long, baby!" Connor shouted.
Santana waved goodbye to her friends and went to her next class. She'd managed to avoid Brittany the entire day but even then, the blonde was never too far from her thoughts. Santana played back the image of the blonde right before she pulled away…
'Were we thinking of the same thing?' Santana thought
Before she could ponder any further, her phone buzzed.
Drop by my place later. I've got a surprise for you.
XO,
Sarah
Santana opened the attached picture that showed Sarah in a seductive pose wearing skimpy lingerie. Santana immediately deleted the picture and sent out a quick text.
Ugh, would love to but Rachel drama. Rain check on this one.
Santana let out a deep sigh and tried to focus on her lunch. She toyed around with her salad, taking a few bites every now and then but she was in no mood to eat. She looked up and from the corner of her eye, she saw Brittany animatedly chatting with someone. Santana stood up to throw her trash while simultaneously looking at the blonde's direction. Brittany was with another girl. They were talking about God knows what but none of it mattered. Santana was pissed. It was obvious the girl liked Brittany. She was way too touchy and laughed a little too much at whatever Brittany was saying. Brittany looked her way and Santana immediately turned around and walked back to her table.
Her mind kept replaying to her encounter with Brittany a while ago. She felt something revive inside of her. The way Brittany touched her made her heart jump as it did so many times before. The way her heart flutters whenever she looks in to those blue eyes still feels the same. The quick beating of her heart at the mere thought of Brittany still felt the same. Everything felt the same with the blonde but Santana knew that things have never been more different. She had Sarah and Brittany…Brittany had Sam or whoever this new girl was. Things were different. They weren't in high school anymore, they were adults now. So much has happened between them as a couple…to them as individuals.
"Can they still work together? Does Brittany still want to work on them? Do I?" Santana thought as she watched the blonde disappear in the sea of people.
A/N: THERE YOU GO. Hope you guys like this update! Sarah and Brittany confrontation in the next one and some big confessions too XD I'll try to update Perfect for Me by next weekend. College starts tomorrow and I'm ape shit crazy..
*shout out to my friend and block mate Jam who, for some odd reason, is reading this fic*
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