Currently writing this while listening to Mine by Naya ;-;
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Friday could not have gone any slower. Brittany was getting even more impatient as the hours go by. She woke up feeling refreshed and thought about her previous night.
Her morning started out pretty well. She spent most of her mornings at the campus library. She had a class with Santana so that certainly brighten up her day.
"Alrighty," Santana said before the class was beginning to end. "I have the list of people who are going to Rome." She wiggled her eyebrows playfully at the class, earning a hearty laughter amongst the students.
After several familiar names were called, Brittany heard her own and Quinn's name in there too. The two blondes squealed and Brittany looked up just in time to see Santana smiling her smile at her.
"You may be dismissed."
"Hey." Brittany came closer as the last person went out of the classroom.
"Hello." Santana smiled and captured Brittany's lips. "Mmm. Will never get sick of that." She pulled away and gave one more chaste kiss on the blonde's forming pout. "Since you like Puck, we could meet up with him again. He said he really likes you."
"Yeah…about that,"
"You don't like him, do you?" Santana said almost knowingly.
"No, it's not that at all." Brittany hummed in thought. "I'm just kind of a little uneasy about the fact that you guys have…had…you know…a history."
"Britt, that was so long ago."
"I know, I know." She pouts and it earned her another kiss. Before Santana could speak about that matter, Brittany's head perked up and her eyes glistened with excitement. "Sooo….I can't wait for our date." Excitement evident in her tone.
Santana giggle shyly. "Neither can I." Santana connects their lips again ad Brittany hums contently. "You really shouldn't worry about my history with Puck. One, I'm gay and two, he's got nothing on you."
"I know San." She shoots Santana a shy but grateful smile. "I'll see you." Brittany murmurs against her lips.
Santana shines her a megawatt smile and watches as the blonde retreats from the classroom. With one last glance, she sighed and continued marking papers with the leggy blonde on her mind.
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After her class with Santana was over, the rest of the day was going by too slow for her liking. She made her way to her last class; dance. Her focus wasn't entirely on her major ever since Santana unexpectedly came into her life.
Can you blame her though? If you had a Santana Lopez you would be facing the same problems. She is too hot for her own good.
"Brittany!"
Brittany spun around and saw Mike coming into the class.
"Hey Mike. It feels like I haven't seen you in forever." She pouted.
"Yeah, well you know, the Prof wanted me to use the class time to figure out some choreography." His eyebrows furrowed together in thought. "How have you been?"
Brittany perked up at that and instantly thought of Santana. "I've been doing really well."
"I can see that from your megawatt smile. Who is it?" Through her peripheral vision, she could see the subtle smirk forming on her friend's lips.
"Just someone unbelievably amazing. Enough about me, what about you? Have you found your dim sum yet?" She said teasingly.
Mike rolled his eyes, "That's racist." He countered playfully. "But sadly no, I haven't found my dim sum yet."
"I'm sure you will. You know, maybe it would have speed things up a little if you hadn't rejected everyone that hinted something more at you." Brittany said pointedly.
"They never felt right. I want someone special, not a short temporary fun time." He shrugged and Brittany nodded. Before she could have said something the class started.
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"Jesus, I can't feel what must have been 90% of my muscles. They're all so twitchy." Brittany groaned. "This has got to be yet the most intense class we've had in months."
Mike chuckled while stretching his limbs. "You should stretch it out." He walked over to the bench where all their things were and wiped his face with a towel. "Prof said we needed to choreograph something. Either as an individual or with a partner." He pointed at Brittany. "What do you say, Britt? Wanna partner up?"
"I don't see why not, partner." She replied playfully. "We can start on let's say…Saturday?"
"Sure. Now get out of here. You obviously have somewhere to attend to by how you're constantly checking the time." He smirked.
Brittany blushed at being anything but subtle. Mike chuckled and threw her a towel.
"Get cleaned up, Pierce. You stink." He scrunched his nose up playfully.
Brittany scoffed, "Whatever, Chang. I'll see you tomorrow. Text me the deeds."
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"Hello there blonde bombshell." Santana teasingly said.
Brittany chuckled wholeheartedly. It was a new upcoming nickname that Santana had given her.
"Hey San." She looked around and saw that no one was looking at and connected their lips. "It's great to see you."
"You saw me in class, didn't you?"
"This is different." She murmured against Santana's lips. "Mmm, raspberry?" She released Santana's lips and tasted her lip gloss on hers.
Santana giggled, "Yeah, I just applied. Favourite lip gloss that I have so far. Do you like it?"
"Absolutely!" Brittany licked her lips once more before capturing the Latina's lips in hers. "We should probably stop if we want the date to happen."
"You started it." She teased. "But you're right." Santana sighed and let her hands that were around Brittany's waist go. "Do you need me to drive you home to get ready?"
"That won't be necessary." She jiggled the keys on her fingers for Santana to see. "I'll see you soon."
"Very soon. I'll come and pick you up at 6 or later?" Santana asked.
Brittany nodded and skipped to her car that was further front from Santana. Unbeknownst to the both of them, Quinn was silently watching them the entire time; her smile apparent on her face.
She sighed happily. "These lovebirds are going to give me diabetes." She chuckled to herself.
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"You called for me?" Quinn asked with amusement. "Or yelled."
Brittany pouted at her blonde friend, "Q, I have no idea what to wear."
"For the seventh billionth time B, you looked fine in all of your casual wears." Quinn sighed but amusement was still in her eyes. "Santana already saw you in less than satisfactory, I'm pretty sure she wouldn't mind whatever you've chosen."
"Ha ha ha." Brittany said sarcastically. She eventually let out a huge sigh but nodded. "I'm being stupid."
"I thought we banned that word?" Quinn said more than asked.
"In this case, that word can be used. I just want to look good." She pouted up at her friend begging her to help.
"How about this?" Quinn emerges out of her closet with a white muscle tank with a colourful graffiti art on it, a leather jacket to go with it and black ripped jeans.
"That's actually a really good combo! Wow, I didn't even know I still had that shirt."
"Well, now you can wear it again." Quinn was about to step out of the room before she stopped herself and turned to her friend with a knowing look. "It will match with your black combat boots."
Brittany shot her a grateful smile and started prepping for her date.
Santana and I are dating.
Nope, can't go out with you because we're dating.
Brittany was repeating the word 'date' and 'dating Santana' again and again in her head.
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6:01
It was already 6 and Brittany was pacing back and forth. Nervous was an understatement.
Santana is coming soon. Oh God she's coming soon. Do I look good? I probably look like a slob. Maybe I should change my outfit-
"You are not changing again, Britt." Quinn said with a bored expression. "We have been through this a million times already. You look more than fine. Doubt Santana would give a damn since she's so whipped."
Brittany knows she looks good. She looks better than good. Hell, she has never looked so good in her entire life. But she still feels the need to scrape off the non-existent ugliness on her face.
"I'm being," she stops herself from saying stupid by the stern glare Quinn was giving her. "—redonkulous."
"Redonkulous?" Quinn gave her a strange look.
"What? It's adorkable!"
Quinn snorts out a laughter and before she could say any more, the doorbell rang. Quinn shoots her a reassuring smile.
"Sup Lezpez." Quinn chastises as she pulls the Latina in for a hug.
Santana rolls her eyes playfully and hugs her friend back.
"It's nice to see you too Quinnie."
"I thought you said you'd stop calling me that." Quinn whines and hits her friend.
"Hey! Watch it, I need my left arm."
Quinn sends her a knowing smirk and Santana's eyes bugged out and her cheeks were slightly tinted pink.
"You're disgusting," She feigns a scowl, "Where's Britt?" Santana looked from the side of Quinn's shoulders and spotted the leggy blonde searching for something in her purse.
Santana's eyes narrowed as she saw Brittany gathering money and putting them into her purse. Was she really going to pay for dinner?
"Britt, what are you doing?" Santana asked over Quinn's shoulder which made Quinn to turn around.
"Um, I'm putting cash into my bag?" Brittany said slowly with confusion.
"Why would you do that?" The question was simple but Brittany was still confused with where the Latina was going with this.
"So that I can pay for whatever we're doing?" Brittany zipped her purse and walked towards their door. She was almost there when Santana suddenly yelled a sharp 'no.' Both Quinn and Brittany stared at her with wide eyes.
"What the fuck is up with you?" Quinn giggled lightly. She turned to Brittany for answers but she too was lost by Santana's weird antics.
"Sorry," Santana winced. "I'm paying tonight, B. Leave your money at home. Tonight is on me." She smiled nervously.
Brittany looked at her with soft eyes and a smile played on her lips. Quinn looked between the two and decided that it was her cue to leave. She of course couldn't leave without some harmless teasing.
"Seriously, get the fuck out of here with your intensive sexual tension. I can feel the sex in the air already."
And they walk out the door hurriedly with tinted cheeks before they could hear any more teasing coming out of Quinn's crass mouth teasing.
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"That was so cool!" Brittany exclaims giddily. She was swinging Santana's hands back and forth. She didn't care that they were getting weird looks from people. She was happy by how their date had turned out.
You see, Santana took her to one of the priciest restaurants in New York City. And quite possibly the entire world. Okay, that was an exaggeration. Still, you get what I mean. It's fucking pricey.
The restaurant would be scary for a specific group of people who are afraid of heights.
For a place that was filled with chandeliers and fancy bars with staircases that were covered with red carpets, everyone was wearing the casual tees and jeans.
Side note, everyone will be guided to a bridge and into a room with what could be said as a window that was covered with dark burgundy curtains.
The floor itself was ravishing. It looked like those transparent elevators that goes up and if you look down you could see how high you were going.
They'll be put into their reserved seats and the hostess would ask, "is everyone ready?"
Ready for what?
The curtains will be pushed aside and there you have it. The view of New York City. The transparent floors that were black will vanish and you can see the roads and cars of the valet parking spot.
"Let's do this." The hostess says and woosh. The entire building as it seems moves. It isn't the building though. It's just a big elevator of some sort with a few people and furniture's going upwards.
Everyone looks down at their feet excitedly as they get higher and higher. And then they stop in the middle.
"Would you like a bottle of wine for tonight, Miss?" The waitress asks a shocked Brittany.
She nods excitedly, still looking at Santana with an adorning look. The waiter asks for which kind and Brittany mumbled an incoherent, "surprise me."
"I definitely did." Santana wittingly said.
"Oh yes you did." Brittany sighed and leaned over the table to give Santana a heating kiss. The Latina complied after a few short seconds of shock.
The waitress coughs and awkwardly presents them their wine. She took down their orders and complimented them.
"You have got to be the cutest couple I have seen here." She smiled warmly at them and left.
They both looked at each other and interlocked their fingers together. It felt almost surreal as they're about who-the-fuck-knows-how-many-feet-up-high in the air with their locked fingers and delicious wine.
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"I wished you would have let me pay." Brittany pouted. "That was the most expensive date I've ever been to."
Santana suddenly looked a little nervous and the blonde shot her a concerned expression.
"Was it too much?" She asked so quietly that Brittany almost hadn't heard her.
Brittany smiled and tugged her – girlfriend? Friend? What the fuck were they – closer to her. "Baby, it was perfect. The best date I've ever been in. Nothing could possibly top this."
Santana's eyes sparkled and they kissed for god knows how long in front of her car. And of course on the road. Of course.
"And," Brittany continued. "No one can top you."
The Latina's soft smile turned into a devilish smirk. "Of course they can't. I'm not what you call…. a bottom."
Brittany's eyes turned wide and shook her head. Her ears were obviously pink and Santana giggled.
Before Brittany could think of anything else to say, Santana pressed her lips on her neck and bit it; causing a muffled moan to escape out of her lips. Santana's finger tips travelled from her hips and under her shirt.
Santana drew little patterns and her lips travelled towards Brittany's ear lobe; sucking it, teasing it. Before she could further more tease the living crap out of her favourite blonde, Brittany seized her.
"Santana, please, stop." She panted heavily.
Jesus, it was like she ran in a marathon.
"S-sorry." Santana backed away and before she could go any further, Brittany stopped her and took her by surprise with the next few words that came out of her lips.
"I want you." It sent a sharp jolt to Santana's core and a tingling sensation to Brittany's stomach. "If you want that, that is." She exclaimed almost immediately as she realised what she had said.
Deciding that words weren't enough to show her how much she wanted it, Santana took her lips into hers in a frenzied kiss. They had to separate themselves again and with one last lusty look that had Brittany's knees buckled, they got into Santana's car for what seems to be - and might possibly be - a very long, eventful night.
Hint: It will include heaps of screaming and complaints from Santana's neighbours and probably a soreness in their core.
Nice to see ya'll again!
next chapter will be their sweet lady sexing so, be readddyyyyy