After flipping through the TV channels for awhile, Brittany finally agreed to watch Forgetting Sarah Marshall, one of the only four movies playing. It didn't really matter, though, since she fell asleep nestled against Santana only ten minutes into the movie. Crying had always made her eyelids heavy, but trying to pretend that she hadn't been crying at all only weighed them down even more. Santana, on the other hand, wasn't tired at all. She took a nap earlier in the day. Even if she had been tired, though, she wouldn't have been able to sleep. Brittany looked so beautiful laying against her. Peaceful and exhausted. Santana couldn't wake her. Plus, she liked how the girl looked in her arms, maybe even a little too much. The movie had been over for more than thirty minutes before Brittany showed any sign of life. She scooched her body upward and her head ended up burrowing deeper into Santana's chest.
"Mmm," she hummed. Santana smirked, the girl's face hidden in her chest. Still, her heart was beating faster. Brittany's eyes bolted open as she slowly came into consciousness, ripping her head off of the girl's breasts.
"Sorry," she mumbled, getting red in the face. Santana smiled at how cute she looked all flustered.
"No worries," she smiled.
"How long have I been asleep?" Brittany quickly asked, feeling awful for leaving Santana alone.
"Not long," Santana shrugged. "Don't worry."
"The movies over?" Brittany realized panicking.
"It's okay," Santana laughed.
"Crap," she breathed. "I'm sorry, you should have woke me up."
"You looked too cute," Santana shrugged with a slight smirk. She liked that she was beginning to relax again around Brittany. Just like when she first met her, she was able to flirt without getting nervous. Maybe she was still kind of nervous, but at least she was starting to get used to it.
"I'm sorry," she apologized again. "You probably could have been doing something more fun. I'm sorry."
"Brittany, stop," Santana sighed. "I told you it's fine. And trust me, if I was bored, I would have woken you up," she smirked again. Brittany's felt her face heat up as she bit down her bottom lip. The girl was making her hot all over just from her gaze.
"Let's go in the hot tub," Brittany blurted out as she sat up straighter. Santana raised her eyebrows at the girl's sudden alertness.
"Yeah? Okay," Santana smirked. Her confidence was making Brittany squirm.
"I'll go get changed. Meet me down there?" Brittany asked practically halfway out the door.
"Alright," Santana giggled to herself. Brittany had practically sprinted out of there. She wasn't completely sure why the girl was suddenly so excited to go in the hot tub, but she wasn't going to turn down the opportunity to be half naked with the girl.
Santana quickly changed into her simple, red-stringed bikini and made her way down to the room where the girls had shared their first kiss. When she walked in, she was surprised to see Brittany already waiting for her. She must have made it in record time since she had to go up a floor, get changed, and come back down. Santana literally only had to walk three steps to get changed and was on her way down.
"That was fast," Santana smiled coyly as her eyes fell down Brittany's flawless body. She was wearing a royal blue bikini. The top's straps behind her neck were a little thicker than Santana's, but the blonde's bottoms were much skimpier. Santana tried to close her mouth but Brittany's body seemed more and more perfect every time she saw it.
"I was excited," Brittany shrugged. She seemed a little more relaxed than before.
Santana looked around, there was an older couple in the larger opening of the hot tub and the towel man was just leaving. Brittany turned and walked over to the hot tub and lowered herself down into it. It was Brittany's turn to smirk when she turned to see Santana simply staring at her.
"You coming in or what?"
"Y-yeah," Santana shook herself out of her haze, joining Brittany in the water. She sat herself right next to Brittany and immediately Brittany shifted so their legs were touching. The warmth of the water, or perhaps it was from being so close to Brittany, spread through her body. Santana stiffened up when Brittany's hand fell onto her leg and began to slowly slide up and down it.
What the fuck? Why was Brittany making her nervous again? It's just Brittany she told herself.
Brittany leaned into Santana's ear, her lips brushing directly against her lobe.
"Just wait till they leave," she husked, referring to the couple about fifteen feet away from them. Brittany's lips lingered near her skin for some time, her breath making Santana shudder. Santana gulped as Brittany's hand slid further inside her thigh.
"It's cute seeing you like this," Brittany smiled softly.
"Like what?" Santana whispered back, her voice a little raspier than she intended.
"All nervous and stuff. I'm usually the one who's a mess around you."
"I am not nervous!" Santana insisted. Brittany just giggled teasingly in her ear.
"I didn't expect you to be, but it's kind of a nice change."
"I'm not nervous!" She said again. Honestly, being accused of being nervous was breaking down the nerves in her stomach. Santana sat upright and turned her torso towards Brittany. The girl was smirking at her. Santana quickly but gently dragged her hands across the girl's abs and leaned in, planting a soft kiss on the apex of the girl's neck and shoulder. She kept her lips close to her skin and dragged them along her neck up to Brittany's ear.
"Who's nervous now?" Santana smirked when she felt Brittany shudder. In reality, though, Santana's heart was beating twice as fast as Brittany's.
"I'm always nervous around you," Brittany said back with a calm voice. "In a good way," she added with a smile, not wanting Santana to take it the wrong way. Her smile was so fricking innocent, even if her hand was dragging inward between Santana's legs. Santana didn't understand how she could be so unbelievably cute and so incredibly sexy at the same time.
"You don't seem as nervous as before," Santana noted.
"Well, yeah, I took a shot before I came down here," she said nonchalantly.
"A what?" Santana asked, completely shocked.
"A shot," she shrugged. "I knew how hot you were gonna look and I knew I wouldn't be able to function properly with my nerves and all, and alcohol usually loosens me up, so I took a shot or two."
"Or two? What?" Santana shook her head, still confused. She was a little mad she hadn't thought of the idea first.
"Just two," she laughed. "Small ones. The minibar in my room has some good stuff," she smirked. "By the way," she smiled. "I was right." Her voice got lower as gave Santana a crooked smile. "You do look super hot. With the rate you got my heart going right now, I can't imagine what you'd do to me without the alcohol. You should have felt my pulse when I woke up against you!"
Santana just stared agape at the girl, completely speechless.
"You know why I wanted to come here?" Brittany whispered, her voice a little more serious now.
"So you could get me half-naked?" Brittany just chuckled. She liked Santana's humor a lot.
"I think I could have done that another way, too," she smirked to Santana. Santana's body got hot. She liked this side of Brittany.
"Cocky," Santana raised her eyebrows. Brittany just shrugged.
"But really," she said more earnestly. "It's where we first kissed," she reminded Santana, not like the girl had forgotten. "And your kiss," she breathed in Santana's ear. "it paralyzed me. I- I'd never felt like that. And you just walked right out, leaving me speechless. I just watched you walk out and I couldn't say anything." Her words were tingling Santana's spine. "And then last night," she breathed again. Santana swore she was doing it on purpose. Dragging her words out, breathing her warm air down Santana's neck. "The way you made me feel again-" Brittany paused for awhile before ghosting her lips on Brittany's ear. She thought about how understanding Santana had been. And patient. She hadn't forced Brittany into anything. Then she made Brittany feel a way she was sure the movies had made up. "I wanna make you feel that way," she breathed. Her words ran through Santana like fire landing just between her legs. Brittany giggled softly for a second as her hands began massaging Santana's thighs. Santana wanted to tell her that she did make her feel that way, but Brittany's straying hands were distracting her.
Brittany looked up to see if the couple was still there. Seeing them didn't stop her, though, she softly let her mouth kiss Santana's collarbone. Santana's body tingled, first at the kiss and then at the realization that Brittany was kissing her with other people present. She was never one to care about PDA, but when the idea of being able to show Brittany off ran through her mind, she couldn't think of anything else she wanted more. Except for maybe the girl right in that moment.
Santana's chest shook as she let out a sigh. Brittany grinned against her before pulling her lips away. Santana's lips began to form a smile as she watched the couple step out of the hot tub. Brittany followed her eye line and discovered the same thing, her eyes glistening back at Santana's. The girls sat still as the couple grabbed their towels and bag without looking back. As they walked through the door, Brittany lifted one leg over Santana's two so that she was straddling her. She wrapped her arms around her neck and smiled. Santana's heart was pounding as her eyes flitted all over Brittany's features. Her eyes, her lips, her chest, her skin, her collarbone, her neck. The steam surrounding her made Brittany look angelic.
"You have so many freckles," Santana breathed, her eyes falling down the girl's chest.
"I know that's not what you're really thinking about right now," Brittany smirked. Santana's cheeks reddened. Yeah, she hadn't noticed how many freckles Brittany actually had until now, and she loved all of them, but that wasn't nearly where her mind was at. Before she could answer, Brittany's smile was closing in on her. She closed her eyes as her upper lip was surrounded by a soft kiss. A wave of tingles hit her body. Brittany pulled her lips away as she began tasting the rest of her skin. She smiled as she kissed the front of Santana's neck. The girl let out a tiny whimper as she instantly arched her head backwards, revealing more skin for Brittany to taste. Brittany kissed slowly, lingering in places Santana seemed to react to the most. Santana seemed to be reacting to everything, though. She didn't feel like herself. She felt so out of control. The girl could do anything to her, anything, because she was completely hers.
"My God," she barely whispered as Brittany's hands began down her sides. Santana's hands instinctually found their way to the blonde's lower back, her skin warm from the surrounding water. Brittany's hands gripped onto Santana's neck as she aggressively brought her lips back against the girl's. Her tongue slid through her lips as it glided along Santana's before delving deeper into her mouth. Santana was surprised her body reacted quickly enough to kiss back, her nails beginning to dig into Brittany's back.
"Y-you're s-so fu-fucking sexy," Santana shook against the blonde's mouth. Santana's sex was throbbing. It was beginning to hurt, too. She needed to be touched and soon. She arched her hips upwards as Brittany pushed back against them just as forcefully. Santana moaned from their centers colliding and rolled her hips back into Brittany's. This time, Brittany took the hint as she scooched backwards slightly and let her hand trickle down Santana's front. Her fingers slid under Santana's waistband and Santana almost gasped.
"W-what if someone walks in?" She panted, not really caring. She just needed to make sure Brittany didn't care.
"Then they'll get a nice show," Brittany husked as she brought her lips down onto Santana's neck. Her fingers slid further down, Santana already swollen. Brittany's stomach was twisting all sorts of ways, but the adrenaline from Santana's taste kept her going. Santana, on the other hand, was melting from the girl's touch. She started by making small circles, slow at first. It was driving Santana crazy and she gripped Brittany's skin tighter, pulling her closer against her. As Santana's hips lifted off the seat, Brittany slid her fingers further through her folds and was surprised to be able to feel the girl's wetness, even underwater. She smirked against her skin, finally feeling like she was doing something for Santana. Santana shuddered as her fingers flicked over her clit. Brittany stayed there for a minute, the pressure between Santana's legs building up. Brittany pulled away, her blue eyes, glinted with pure lust, staring Santana down straight on.
"You ready?" She breathed lowly. Before Santana could Answer Brittany was pushing her two fingers inside of Santana.
"Ughh," Santana moaned, her eyes rolling backwards. "Fuck!" She practically screamed. She'd noticed plenty of times before how long Brittany's fingers looked, but she hadn't expected them to feel this long. She was reaching places she was sure nobody had ever been before. As Brittany began sliding her fingers in and out of the girl, Santana leaned forward, burying her mouth into the crook of Brittany's neck. Brittany sat up, focusing her mind on pleasing the girl. She spread her fingers apart and Santana's body contorted beneath her.
"Holy fuck!" she moaned again before gently digging her teeth into Brittany's skin. Her swearing was turning Brittany on even more. Santana's hips started pressing down on Brittany's fingers. She was breathing heavily, like she'd just spent the past twenty minutes doing windsprints, and her legs were using all the strength she had to keep herself together. As Brittany thrusted her hand up one more time, Santana let out one last moan before her body caved in under Brittany's.
Brittany had done it. She did exactly what Santana had done to her, leaving the girl speechless. A minute passed of Santana's forehead pressed against Brittany's shoulder. She was panting. Then two. Three, her breathing finally calm again. Four. Five. Silence. Brittany would have spoken, but she loved that she was the reason for this noiselessness.
Finally, Santana spoke. Her voice was low and raspy. Sexy, Brittany though.
"Liar." Santana finally lifted her head off of the girl, her hair disheveled and her face flushed. Her lips seemed a little swollen, too.
Brittany's eyebrows creased together as she tried to decipher the girl's words.
"Never been with a girl my ass," Santana smirked. "I don't know what I'm doing," she tried her best to mimic Brittany's voice from the night before. Brittany let out a light laugh.
"Does that mean I did alright?" She asked hesitantly. Santana didn't understand how she went from confident, sex goddess back to shy, innocent Brittany in only a matter of seconds. Santana just rolled her eyes with a smile.
"Fuck," she breathed to herself, still not over how amazing that felt. Physically. Emotionally. Her body felt like jello and she felt high, floating and untouchable.
"You're beautiful," Brittany breathed before Santana could unlock their eyes. Santana felt chills run through her body. Goosebumps everywhere, even if she was submerged in a hundred and four degree water.
"T-thanks," Santana stammered over her words. "So are you," she said genuinely.
The way Brittany was looking at her, it almost scared her. Santana could feel her taking in all of her. She was looking way deeper than just her eyes, and she was memorizing the way her hair fell, the tiny creases in her face, the cracks in her lips, the length of her eyelashes. Santana felt naked. Bare. Vulnerable. Right about now was when she was supposed to run away. Fuck, she was supposed to get into a fucking Lamborghini and book it to another country. She thought for a second that she should, but her legs weren't moving. Then she realized, she didn't want to. For the first time in her life, she didn't want to run away. She wanted to be right there, with Brittany, for as long as the girl would allow her to be.
"Can we go cuddle?" Santana asked softly. She couldn't believe she just asked that. She never wanted to cuddle after sex. Strangely enough, she usually wanted to be alone. But now, that was all she wanted. Brittany smiled and slid off of Santana, stepping out of the water. She reached her hand down for Santana to take hold of.
"It would be my pleasure," Brittany smiled.
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"Your skin is so soft," Santana breathed as she ran her thumb over the bottom of Brittany's abs. Brittany just giggled as she continued to brush her fingers through Santana's hair. Brittany couldn't remember ever touching hair so smooth.
"I like holding you," Brittany confessed as Santana nuzzled closer to the blonde. The brunette's arm was draped over her abs, her fingers fiddling with the bottom of Santana's oversized t-shirt she lent her. Santana's head was resting on her chest and Brittany had her arms wrapped around Santana's back. Santana wasn't used to being held. She had to admit, she liked it way more than she expected.
The girls fell silent for a moment, each of them stroking the other. They couldn't get enough of each other's touch.
"Are you excited for Christmas?" Brittany asked, her voice brimming with excitement.
"Eh," Santana shrugged indifferently. She felt Brittany shuffle underneath her.
"What do you not like Christmas or something?" The girl laughed jokingly.
"Not really," she answered nonchalantly. Brittany's eyes widen and she took a minute to try to understand.
"Are you kidding me?"
"Not really," she repeated. Brittany sat up, Santana sliding down her stomach. "Hey," she pouted. "I was getting comfortable."
"How can you not like Christmas?"
"It's annoying," she said simply. "Not the actual holiday, but the commercialized part of it. Everything's so fucking cheery and the lights and the gifts-"
"Those are the best parts, And family, of course," Brittany said almost sounding heartbroken. How could this girl Brittany was so amazed by not like Christmas? So far, it was the only flaw Brittany had found in the girl, but something told her there was more to it.
"Yeah, well, my parents kind of ruined the family part for me early on," Santana admitted. By Brittany's soft sigh Santana knew she was starting to understand. She knew she probably was lost for words, so Santana started again. "They told me they were getting a divorce on Christmas Eve. I was five. Who fucking does that?" she let out an exasperated sigh. "Sorry," Santana quickly added, not wanting to make the girl uncomfortable.
"For what?" Brittany said simply. Santana realized she didn't know what she was supposed to be sorry for so she ignored the question.
"My parents are good people. I love them a lot and we all get along. Even them, they're friends. But my Mom's moved on so she didn't wanna celebrate with my Dad and her new husband. I mean I don't blame her, that be so fucking awkward," she let out a light laugh. "So I've pretty much always had to do two Christmases. I don't know, just always seemed overrated to me."
"Celebrate with me," Brittany smiled. Before Santana could object, Brittany continued. "Your Dad, too. I mean, he'll probably be with Christine anyway, seeing as those two are so smitten with each other," she smiled. "So you guys can both join us. I'll show you why Christmas is so great." The grin on Brittany's face was priceless. "Please?" She pleaded.
"Fine," Santana feigned an aggravated sigh. Brittany knew she was excited, though. Her smile was as wide as she'd ever seen it. Santana had never been asked to be apart of someone else's tradition before. Nobody had ever wanted to share such a big part of their life with her. Santana, trying to hide her blushing cheeks, nestled herself back into Brittany's chest, sliding back down the girl's body. Brittany lowered herself back onto the pillows as they got comfortable again. Thousands of questions were running through Santana's mind but she didn't know how to appropriately phrase any of them.
"What about you?" She asked softly, her voice cautious.
"What about me?"
"Do you get along with your parents?"
"Oh yeah," Brittany smiled. "My Dad's a sweetheart, but he's definitely the more stricter of the two. He's the worrier. Always thinking about the future." Santana waited for Brittany to continue, to say something about her Mom, but the girl just stopped.
"What about your Mom? What's she like?" Santana whispered. She wasn't sure if it was okay to be asking these kind of questions. The longer Brittany took to answer, the emptier her stomach felt. Shit, she shouldn't have asked that. But then Brittany took in a gust of air.
"When I was four I told my parents I didn't really want anything special for Christmas. The only thing I can remember putting on my list was this dumb doll. I don't even remember her name," Brittany shrugged. Her voice was really nostalgic. "She had brown hair and wore a preppy headband. She didn't cost more than twenty bucks, though, so my parents kept asking me what else I wanted Santa to bring me. I just wanted surprises, I didn't really care. I've always been easy to please, I guess." After every couple sentences, Brittany stopped to smooth her voice out. "Anyway, my parents got me tons of stuff. Stuff I ended up loving and would have been more than enough for me to open on Christmas Morning. But apparently, on the morning of Christmas Eve, my Mom took me too the mall because she had to get some last minute shopping in for my cousins. I kept begging her to see Santa, even though I'd already seen him four times that season. Eventually, she finally gave in and we waited in line for like thirty minutes. Finally it was my turn," she said and Santana could hear the smile on her lips. She adjusted herself so she was looking up at the blonde. "So I climbed up onto Santa's lap and he asked his famous what would you like for Christmas question." Santana smiled when Brittany mimicked Santa's voice. "My Mom didn't really expect me to say anything different than I said the other four times. A silly doll and to surprise me. But instead, I said, "An Easy Bake Oven. That's all I want this year, Santa. Please, it would make me so happy." I was probably almost begging," she laughed. "My friend had just gotten one a week before and I went over to play with it and fell in love. Man I wish I could have seen my Mom's face. She laughs about it now, but I'm sure she was in full panic mode at that point. So we went home and got ready to go to church and then dinner at my Aunts. But my Mom started calling everywhereand anywhere to get her hands on the dumb Easy Bake oven. It was sold out everywhere. Apparently it was that year's hot gift. She called all her friends from back home to look, too. Hours later, my Aunt finally called back saying she found one and bought one for me. Problem was, she lives five hours away from us on a good day. She offered to bring it to me three days later when we were gonna celebrate with her side of the family, but my Mom didn't wanna ruin the magic of santa or something like that. So that night, after we got home from my Aunt's house and I went to bed, my mom drove five hours to pick up my easy bake oven and five hours back. She made it home just after seven, right when I was waking up. She didn't get any sleep that night, but she claims the look on my face when I opened that damn oven was worth it." Santana watched as Brittany's eyes began getting a little cloudy. Still, the story was making Santana smile a little. Brittany, too. Before Santana could tell her how sweet that was, Brittany started talking again.
"Once, when I was thirteen, my best friend suddenly decided I wasn't worth her time anymore. All because the guy she was crushing on told his friend he thought I was cute. She stopped talking to me, no explanation. I sat down at lunch and she got up and moved to another table, two of our friends following her." Santana could sense the pain in her voice but she couldn't be sure where it was coming from- her friend or her Mom. "I'd never even talked to the guy!" She sighed, her voice getting a little louder. "My Mom picked me up from school that day. Before I even got in the car, she knew something was wrong, just from the way I was walking. I broke down just from the way she looked at me, like she knew everything. I guess it's a Mom thing," she shrugged. "She didn't ask any questions, she just hugged me. Then, without saying anything else, she drove me an hour and a half to my favorite aquarium to watch the dolphin show. It ended up being one of my favorite nights ever," she smiled. "She's my best friend," Brittany said, her voice cracking a little. She felt her body flood with much needed warmth as Santana tightened her arms around her.
"She seems amazing," Santana said genuinely. Brittany just nodded, worried she'd cry if she said anything else.
"Sorry," Brittany croaked. "Not sure why I just said all that." She didn't like talking about her Mom recently, it depressed her. But it all just slipped out.
"I'm glad you did," Santana told her. "I want to know all about you," she smiled. Brittany felt her body tingling. She knew Santana meant it. She wanted to go on, to tell her more, to tell her what was weighing down on her so heavily. But she knew she'd start sobbing, and Brittany didn't want to do that. She didn't want to put that on Santana. So instead, she did what made her feel light. She leaned down to give Santana a soft kiss. It was so gentle that when both girl's pulled away, they each needed a moment to catch their breath. Santana smiled and leaned in again, sucking in Brittany's lower lip. They laid like that for awhile, giving each other soft and sweet kisses. Brittany couldn't remember a time when she felt that light. For a moment, that constant pressure inside her chest wasn't there. When she thought about it, she felt that way whenever she was with Santana.
"What's your Mom like?" Brittany asked Santana. Her voice was steadier now. She didn't want to talk anymore, but she wanted to listen. Especially to Santana. She always wanted to listen to Santana.
"She's a lot like me," Santana explained, "just way less of a bitch," she laughed. Brittany laughed too, liking Santana's openness.
"You're not a bitch," she smiled.
"Not to you since I like you. You're one of the lucky ones," Santana shrugged. Brittany's heart swelled three sizes in her chest. Santana was right, Brittany felt so so lucky.
"I like you too," Brittany smiled, wanting the girl to know how she felt more than anything.
"I hoped so," Santana smiled back up at her. As Santana stared through Brittany's gorgeous eyes, she noticed her fighting to keep them open. "You tired?" She asked. Brittany shook her head adamantly. Santana giggled a little. "Brit, it's okay. We'll have more time to spend together. If you're tired, we can go to sleep. I'm not going anywhere," she promised. Brittany's stomach felt butterflies fighting to get out from inside of her. She knew Santana didn't mean those words in the way Brittany wanted her to, but they still made her melt.
"Me neither," Brittany whispered as Santana sat up to pull the comforter over them. Brittany followed the girl's lead, adjusting herself so she was laying completely flat on the mattress. Santana turned away from Brittany, just for a minute, to turn the lamp off on her nightstand. Before Santana could turn back around, though, Brittany had snuggled up against her, Santana's body fitting perfectly into Brittany's. She gently placed her arm over Santana's side and nuzzled into her ear.
"Is this okay?" she whispered. Santana still couldn't talk, though. Hearing Brittany's muffled me neither had made her freeze up. She managed to let out a gentle hum, pressing her body further into Brittany's to show her just how okay it was.
Santana smiled. Brittany wasn't going anywhere. And it felt amazing.
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Waking up with Brittany had been added to Santana's favorites list, along with just about everything else Brittany does. Brittany begrudgingly left her to meet up with her family for lunch and family portraits. Brittany begged Santana to let her stay with her, but Santana insisted she get some family time in. She didn't want Brittany's family to have any reason to dislike her, something Santana had never had to worry about before.
Now that she was alone again, since her father left her ten minutes ago (not without a few inquisitive questions about her night with Brittany) to go out with Christine, Santana's mind was all over the place again.
Last night was incredible. She couldn't think of a better way to describe it. Brittany had opened up a lot, too. Maybe not quite as much as Santana was hoping for, but she knew it had to be hard on the girl, whatever was going on. It still felt amazing to hear even half of what Brittany had divulged to her. Part of Santana was worried, though. Was she doing something wrong? Brittany had the perfect opportunity to tell her about her mother last nigh and she didn't. Santana was starting to think maybe it wasn't Brittany's secretiveness and more Santana not being someone Brittany wanted to tell.
For the first time in as long as Santana could remember, she felt like being rational. She felt like talking. The problem was, the girl she wanted to talk to was hundreds of miles away in another state. Still, what else was Santana going to do for the next few hours? She went into her closet and grabbed her phone, her wallet, and winter coat and headed down to the lobby to catch a taxi. The concierge set her up with the first taxi to roll in and Santana quickly shuffled into the back seat.
"Hi, um, could you take me somewhere with cell reception?" She expected to get a weird reaction from the driver but he seemed completely unfazed. She guessed this probably happened pretty often to him.
"There's a Starbucks a couple miles down the road that has great reception and taxis are always driving by, is that good?"
"Yeah, thanks," she nodded.
About fifteen minutes later, Santana was paying the driver and walking into Starbucks. She decided to grab a hot tea on her way upstairs since she'd probably be there for awhile. Plus, she figured she probably had to pay for something in order to go upstairs. Santana turned her phone on while she waited for her drink to be made and dozens of texts started coming in from her friends from back home. Her tea was ready, though, and she ignored most of them. She just wanted to call Lizzie.
As soon as she made it upstairs, she plopped herself in the corner's comfiest chair and quickly hit Lizzie's name, number three on her favorite's list, just behind her parents. She felt guilty for a second when she imagined Brittany's name being ahead of it.
The phone rang four times before it went to Lizzie's voicemail.
"Fuck," she breathed as she hit redial. She didn't come all the way out here to not talk to her friend. Four more rings and nothing. "C'mon Liz," she sighed. Just as she was about to call again, her phone started vibrating and she saw Lizzie's name pop up.
"Lizzie!" Santana practically shouted through the phone.
"You're alive," the familiar voice laughed.
"Had to drive fifteen minutes to get any signal out here," Santana told her.
"Damn, where the hell did your Dad lock you up at?"
"It's actually not that bad," Santana began to tell her. "Actually, I kind of really like it."
"Santana's gone soft," Lizzie laughed. "Who knew a little skiing would do the trick."
"Shut up," she rolled her eyes. "How's home? How's your break?"
"Good, wish you were home, though. Dale got home three days ago though, so obviously that's making it great now." Dale was Lizzie's longterm boyfriend. They dated practically all of high school. He didn't go to school with the girl's, but the neighboring town's school instead. They were basically perfect. Santana liked Dale because unlike most of Santana's other friends, Lizzie never complained about her boyfriend. They never really fought. And he was pretty funny.
"How are you guys?" Santana asked. She realized that wasn't something she usually asked, though, and she hoped Lizzie wouldn't notice. Of course she did, though. She was her best friend.
"Am I speaking to Santana Lopez?"
"Look, I miss you," Santana tried to make it seem more normal. "Is it so bad if I want to hear about your life?"
"I'm just messing with you," she laughed. "We're great, actually. Long distance sucks, but it makes our time together that much better." Hearing about a successful long distance relationship made Santana smile a little. She didn't understand it, though. She'd never been into relationships in general, and now she was thinking about a long distance one? Was she a masochist?
"So you're pretty much just fucking all the time, then," Santana smirked.
"San! No, I mean, well yeah, we're getting that in, but we do other stuff too," she defended.
"Right," Santana rolled her eyes.
"Unlike you, I'm not all about sex," Lizzie joked. Normally, Santana would laugh or joke back or tell her how she's missing out and how relationships are stupid. Lizzie waited for the girl's quick response, but it never came. The longer time passed, the faster Santana's heart started beating.
"San? You there?" Lizzie asked cautiously.
"Uh, yeah."
"What's the matter?" Lizzie was laughing lightly. "You leave me for two weeks and you're suddenly all soft? You're not gonna make fun of me? What'd you do fall in love or something?"
Again, Santana stayed quiet.
"Holy shit, you did!" Lizzie shouted in disbelief.
"I did not!" Santana quickly defended.
"Oh my God you totally did!"
"I never said anything about love!"
"Who the fuck is she? Oh my God who are you?!"
"Her name's Brittany," Santana grumbled. Maybe this wasn't a good idea. She didn't need to talk this out.
"San, what the hell? Oh my Gosh why didn't you tell me sooner? What she look like?"
"Tall, blonde," Santana started. "She's got the bluest eyes ever. And she's a dancer, so her body's ridiculous. She just looks friendly, you know? Like a happy person, all the time."
"Holy shit," Lizzie kept saying to herself. "So the opposite of you," she laughed. "Is she gay? Have you done stuff yet? Are you, like, dating?"
"Chill with the questions," Santana tried not to laugh. "I met her at the resort. She's here with her family. And well, her exboyfriend's here, too. They were sort of maybe trying to get back together but-"
"You didn't get in the way, did you?"
"No! No, well, maybe, I don' think so though. She didn't like him anymore, he just liked her. He knows that now."
"So you're together then?"
"I don't- I don't know, I guess sort of? I mean, we haven't talked about what we are, but we've been, you know,-"
"Fucking," Lizzie mocked in a Santana voice. Santana couldn't help but giggle a little. "Oh my God you totally are!"
"Do you know me at all?" Santana joked. Their laughter subsided and Lizzie got serious for a minute.
"So then you like her a lot, don't you?" She realized. Santana took a minute to compose herself. Saying this stuff out loud was a little scary.
"More than Riley," she breathed. She could practically see Lizzie's open mouthed expression through the phone.
"Shit," she breathed. "For real?"
"Mhm," Santana swallowed. "Liz, she's like, she's fucking perfect! She's always happy, and she's beautiful. Like on the inside. She's so fucking innocent then the next minute she's driving me crazy 'cause she's so damn sexy. And she makes me fucking speechless. Like nervous and shit, I hate it." But both girls knew she didn't hate it one bit.
"San," she breathed, clearly taking this all in. "You know," she started again after a minute. "I didn't wanna say this when you were all into Riley and stuff, but you and her would have never worked in the long run. Two bitches is not a good combo. You need someone to balance you out."
"You gotta meet her," Santana said, ignoring her all too valid point.
"Obviously," she smiled. "Who wouldn't want to meet the girl that made Santana Lopez get a heart," she joked. "Seriously, though," she breathed, "I'm really happy for you. You deserve this, you know."
"Yeah, well, I kind of wanted to ask you about some stuff."
"Since when do you come to me for sex advice?"
"Not that, asshole!" Santana rolled her eyes. "I- I kind of overhead something. Well not really overheard, Brittany's Dad sort of just told me-"
"You're in with the family?"
"My Dad's sort of dating their aunt slash family friend?"
"What! Antony's got a girl too? Geez, this place is fucking magic!"
"Yeah," Santana laughed. "I'll tell you about that later. But anyway, her Dad kind of mentioned something about Brittany not being able to sleep since her mother's diagnosis."
"Shit," Lizzie sighed. "What's wrong?"
"Well, that's the problem. I have no clue. I mean, obviously it's not good, but Brittany hasn't told me yet."
"Oh," Lizzie breathed in realization. "San, you know how these things work, though," she said softly. "It's not all about, you know, the physical stuff. You gotta talk and stuff-"
"I know, dipshit," she said frustrated. "Sorry," she quickly apologized. Lizzie laughed a little and Santana realized it wasn't like her to apologize for a stupid comment like that. "It's just, we do talk. A lot. Like more than I've ever talked with someone before. I even tell her how I feel."
"You haven't tried to run?"
"Thought about it," Santana admitted feebly. "But I couldn't." She heard Lizzie mumble wow to herself and she couldn't blame the girl.
"But even last night, we were having a heart to heart while we were just cuddling-"
"You cuddle now, too?!"
"Lizzie!"
"Sorry, sorry."
"Anyway, we were talking about a lot of stuff. I mean, I even told her why I hate Christmas!"
"That took you like six years to tell me! And I fucking grew up with you!"
"I know! And you're the only one that really knows, besides my parents, obviously. But I told her all this stuff, and then we were talking about parents, and her Mom came up. I asked about their relationship and she told me. I mean, she told me a lot of stuff! Adorable stories, and I could tell she was about to cry, but she didn't, you know, tell me about any diagnosis or anything."
"It's probably really hard to say, especially if it's something serious."
"I know, I know," Santana sighed. "And I get that, I just, I want her to trust me. And she does, I think. I just don't know how to get her to let herself be vulnerable around me in that emotional way. I don't want her to tell me something she doesn't want to, but Jesus I want her to tell me. I just wanna help her!" Santana let out an exasperated sigh and fell quiet, waiting for Lizzie's reply.
The line was silent. Santana couldn't even hear the girl breathing. She was about to ask her friend if she was there when she finally spoke up.
"Holy shit," she breathed in disbelief. "You are in love!"
"What? No, no I'm not!" She urged. That wasn't the point of this conversation either.
"Yes, you are! I've never heard you talk about someone like this. Heck, you've never even talked to me like this. And since when do you call me to ask for advice? This girl fucking matured you, too!"
"I am not in love. It's barely been two weeks!"
"It took me two hours to fall in love with Dale," Lizzie said honestly. "It just took me two months to realize it. You're in fucking love," Lizzie said and it was clear to Santana that she was beaming. "You just don't know it yet."
Santana just sat there, forehead in her palm, playing over Lizzie's words.
"As for the Mom stuff," Lizzie started again, more serious this time. "All I can say is just keep being there for her. Look, as your best friend, I know what it's like to have someone as loyal and passionate as you for a friend, and nobody else can give off that feeling like you. She's gotta feel it. Whether she's ready or not, she's gonna tell you eventually. Who knows what she's feeling, maybe it's just so fucking painful to talk about. Whatever it is, I'm sure she has her reasons. Don't get frustrated. I'm sure it's not personal, alright?"
"Yeah," Santana nodded. "Yeah, you're right. Thanks, Liz," she smiled. She knew talking to the girl would calm her down some.
"Now," Lizzie smiled. "You gonna tell me about you fucking fell in love?" She laughed. Santana rolled her eyes and took a deep breath which was steadier than she had expected.
"Alright, alright," she laughed, ignoring the girl's accusation of love this time. "I'll start from the beginning."
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Hey guys! Sorry it took longer than I thought to get this out, there's another scene I thought I was gonna include in this, but it would have taken too long to write it and I really want to get it right, so I'm gonna make it next chapter instead.
Hope you guys enjoyed! Thanks for all the reviews and messages! Love you guys!
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