Author's Note: Thank you for your honesty in reviews guys :) Youuuu da beeest! This chapter was hard to write, because of how much emotion I had to convey through out. I hope you enjoy it though and just to warn you now; smut.
p.s sorry for any errors
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Santana's body is pressed against a wall. She's lying on an unfamiliar bed with a very familiar scent lingering in the room. Her shoulder is burning from being in such an awkward position under her boob and the white wall isn't very entertaining. But she can't move.
Something strong is holding on to her and as her eyes search downwards, she notices a pale arm slung over her waist.
Fuck, she curses inwardly. She had forgotten she stayed the night at Brittany's.
As slowly as she can, Santana twists her body around to face the girl whose eyes are wide open. Brittany's lips curl into a devious smile while she remains quiet.
Santana notices they're laying in a single bed, cuddled up to one another in Brittany's house; where Mr. Pierce lives.
"Shit Brittany, your dad!" Santana shoots up but a strong hand grabs her forearm.
"Relax San, dad's gone to work," Brittany murmurs sleepily. Santana's pulse slows as she leans back down on the bed again.
"But it's Sunday," Santana groans, sliding an arm around Brittany's body, pulling them together.
Brittany grins. "Sexy time Sunday."
"What?" Santana squeals softly.
"Just kidding," Brittany teases, pulling the blanket over her head.
"Brittany Pierce!" Santana states firmly, frowning at the blanket covered body.
"She's not home," Brittany jokes, trying to hide her giggles. "Come back later."
Santana sighs and leans up. "Alright then, but I may not even come back," Santana threatens, trying to sound serious.
"No!" Brittany wails, dragging Santana under the blanket and covering them both.
Their breaths mingle in the darkness. Their proximity seems much closer considering the fact they can hardly see eachother. Santana reaches her hand up, accidently grazing the blonde's sensitive area below, causing Brittany to let out a small gasp. Her hand continues to travel upwards until it reaches Brittany's lips. The blonde puckers her lips so that she can kiss the tips of each of Santana's fingers.
"Stay," Brittany whispers and Santana detects the pleading in her tone.
"I wish I could," The brunette ducks her head and sighs. "I have to go home and feed Stix. Make sure he hasn't pooped in my room again."
"Maybe I could come with you?" Brittany suggests, evoking a scoff from Santana. Brittany frowns and twists her lips before pulling the blanket off of them.
"Shouldn't you be thinking about school? You're graduating in a few weeks," Santana says seriously.
"I know," Brittany whines. "But I just want to spend as much time with you as possible."
The blonde nuzzles her nose into the crook of Santana's neck. Santana closes her eyes, enjoying the feeling of a warm body against her. She hasn't woken up beside anybody in so long, this feeling is so new and almost frightening.
"I'm not going anywhere," Santana whispers, her voice a little shaky.
Brittany tilts her head back, her lips hovering a few inches away from Santana's. Brittany observes the lump sliding down Santana's throat as she swallows and she can tell from that how nervous the brunette is.
Brittany leans up a little, just enough so that she can place an arm on the other side of Santana's head. Her leg that's draping over one of Santana's, slides further over so that Brittany is lying on top of the brunette.
"I want you so bad," Brittany admits quietly. Santana moistens her lips with her tongue quickly, before leaning up to capture the blonde's lips. Their lips create a slow motion battle for several seconds until tongues are introduced. Santana's brow creases as she fights a moan urging to escape. Her hands squeeze at Brittany's hips.
One of Brittany's hands slides up the brunette's shirt and she lets her finger tips wander around the bottom of Santana's breasts. Santana's chest rises and falls heavier than normal and the sensation between her thighs builds.
They're still kissing, deeply and slowly. Santana's eyes open for a second and realises where they are.
"We can't," She gasps. Brittany sighs and falls next to the brunette.
"I know, but damn your lips are like a drug," Brittany admits, breathing out a laugh.
Santana chuckles, before placing a light kiss to Brittany's nose. "How did your dad let me stay over anyway?"
"Well I said you were tired and that you could sleep in my room while I take the couch downstairs," Brittany responds simply.
"And did you take the couch?" Santana questions, arching an eyebrow.
"Yeeees," Brittany drawls. "Until he left and I snuck in here," She finishes with a sheepish grin. Santana shakes her head knowingly before pecking the blonde's nose once again.
"Mind if I take a shower?" Santana asks, flipping the sheets off of her.
"Is that an invitation?" Brittany replies, wiggling her eyebrows.
Santana playfully rolls her eyes then turns toward the bathroom. "Shush you."
"You know you want it!" Brittany shouts as the bathroom door closes.
"Where do you think you'll go to college?" Santana and Brittany are sitting around a table outside, revelling in the summer breeze.
"I know what I want to do, but I know what I can't do."
"What do you mean?" Santana gives the blonde a questionable look.
"I want to go to Juilliard," Brittany takes a sip of her hot chocolate before continuing. "I mean, I want to audition but I-I can't." Santana can sense there's something she's not telling her. Brittany's the type of girl that won't let anything stand in the way of her dream but she seems hesitant when speaking about it.
For Brittany, attending Juilliard isn't her ultimate dream - not anymore. Her dream is to be with Santana, stay here with her and live together. She'll find an average paying job waitressing or teaching dance classes and they'll survive, as long as they have each other.
"Why can't you?" Santana asks, concern lacing her tone.
Brittany breathes a small laugh through her nose. "I'm not going to leave you."
It sounds like the simplest sentence in the world. And it would be, if it didn't mean that Brittany was willing to sacrifice her love for dancing for her true love, Santana.
"Brittany." The firmness of Santana's tone causes the blonde to sigh. She knows what's coming. "You're not giving up your dream for me, no way," She states, throwing her hands in the air and stepping out into the garden.
"Santana I thought you'd be happy that I want to stay here," Brittany says, following the brunette.
"Ofcourse I am," Santana spins around. "I want to be with you but I want you to experience what you love, which I know is performing."
"You have to say that. You're my girlfriend," Brittany scoffs.
"Exactly I am your girlf-" Santana pauses. "Wait what?"
Brittany's cheeks are tinged a light red and she averts her eyes to what's behind her. She then feels fingers tilt her head back around and notices Santana step closer.
"I'm your girlfriend." The words sink in for both of them as they evaluate what the label entails.
"If you want to be," Brittany says timidly. Santana's face scrunches as she grins and she leaps into the blonde's arms.
"Ofcourse I do," She breathes into blonde hair. "But," She pulls back. "We still have to talk about you know, the future and stuff."
"I know," Brittany nods her head and takes Santana's hands in hers. "Just know that you'll be apart of it."
It's Thursday evening, end of November. Christmas lights and tinsel paint the cieling and create a warm atmosphere in the office. Santana entered the building with a cheerful spirit that not even the grinch could ruin. She had a bottle of wine for her boss and a little gift for Kurt for being so good to her recently.
She had promised to call Brittany when everybody was a little tipsy so that they could share the rest of the night together. It was strange how far they've come without making love. But to both girls it didn't seem to be the most important thing in the world. They can express their love with words for now and heated make out sessions.
Although tonight would be different. Brittany has always been festive and decided to invite Santana over after the work party while her dad's still there, so they can celebrate Christmas together early this year.
They'd seen each other every day since Sunday when they woke up in Brittany's bed. And although Santana had mentioned they'd talk about the future, they never did. Santana had to keep reminding herself to not focus on what isn't happening right now. She desired a life with Brittany, sure. But you can never be so certain how things will plan out.
"Cheers!" Rachel shouts and the clanking of glasses echoes through the room. Rarely had she seen everyone come together and be happy.
Maybe it was because she didn't take notice until now of the people she worked with. Some forcing smiles on their face, others genuinly laughing. No matter how miserable everyone was outside of the office, Santana guessed they wanted to savour this moment where everyone is together and celebrating.
"Santana," Kurt calls, traipsing over to the brunette.
He places his wine flute beside them on a desk and proceeds to pull out a small envelope with her name written in perfect cursive on top.
Santana grins, before pulling out an envelope of her own and handing it to the boy who winks. They both rip the top open and slide their fingers in to pull out...
"A starbucks card!" They squeal in unison. Their eyes meet and they break out into fits of laughter. Kurt holds a hand to his chest, trying to catch his breath.
"Thank you darling," He breathes, wrapping his arms around her. Santana closes her eyes and pulls him in tight.
"Thank you Kurt, for everything," Santana replies, feeling the corners of her eyes begin to water. "You truly are an amazing guy and whoever this special friend is that you have, he is very lucky."
Kurt pulls back fanning his eyes with his hand to hold back the tears. "And who told you there was a special friend in my life honey?"
"Eliza," Santana rolls her eyes and smirks. Kurt's face suddenly drops and he grabs his phone. While walking away he's muttering something to himself that Santana can't decipher, so she shrugs it off.
"I'm heading off sir," Santana announces to her boss who is handling a platter of assorted fruits.
"Very well Santana, thanks alot for coming," Mr. Pierce replies with a tight lipped smile. Santana nods once and begins to walk away until the man calls her name again.
"Santana," She turns her head. "There are people who belong here and others who try to belong." He steps forward, perching his glasses further up his nose. "The first moment you stepped into my office I knew you were destined for greater things. You're a great writer ofcourse, inspirational. I couldn't pass up the opportunity to have you work here," He sighs. "But like I said before, there are people that don't belong here. And I say that in the nicest way possible," He snorts, causing Santana chuckle.
"You're a good man Mr. Pierce." The palms of her hands are sweating so much. She feels so guilty for what her and Brittany are doing, this man does not deserve to be lied too. "Brittany's lucky to have you as her father."
Mr. Peirce smiles appreciatively and pats the brunette's shoulder, before walking off. Santana's still standing there, letting everything sink in - her guilt, betrayal, her secrets - while everything around her seems to slow down.
There's the cross roads. Everybody comes across it at different points in their life. Santana has two options, but she can only walk down one road in the end. She doesn't have a choice. It's not even her choice to make. She had her chance at a fulfilling future and buried herself in work instead.
It's all up to Brittany now. She can shove Sanatna down one road and take the opposite. And as much as she hates to admit it, she wouldn't mind if that happened. She needs Brittany to experience the world and hold onto the dream she's had since she could walk. It may hurt Santana, but if it makes Brittany happy, she'd be willing to let go.
"Brittany!" Santana's head snaps around and she's awoken from her daze by a familiar blonde. Mr. Pierce is walking her over to the food and drinks table with a stern look on his face. His expression soon turns soft after Brittany's mouth moves for several seconds. Santana has no idea what she just said, but it probably allowed her to stay.
The blonde looks over towards Santana's direction and winks. Santana's lips quiver and she has no idea what her face looks like but by the blonde's now worried look, she knows it can't be anything too delightful.
Santana rushes off into the copy room while Brittany trails behind subtly. Most of the employees are a little light headed from the wine and are contributing in intense discussions about whose inspirational collection was best.
"What's the matter?" Brittany asks in a sharp whisper once the door is closed behind them.
"I-I just," Santana runs her hands along her biceps. "I thought I was meeting you at your place."
"Well I wanted to surprise you here," Brittany responds, inching closer to the brunette and replacing Santana's hands with her own. Her fingers tickle along the brunette's smooth skin and Santana's tries her best to fight the urge to push Brittany away.
She loves the feel of the blonde's touch, but after her talk with Mr. Pierce she's beginning to over think everything. Brittany notices Santana tense and decides to drop her arms.
"I love you," She whispers in the sweetest voice Santana's ears have ever been exposed too.
The brunette's eyes flutter closed for a second before re-opening. Brittany's still standing there, concerned but calm. Santana steps forward, curling her fingers around Brittany's waist and leaning in for a soft kiss.
Brittany's hands reach up towards Santana's neck, grazing across her shoulders; leaving an electric ripple against Santana's skin. Santana's hands fall to Brittany's arse, squeezing underneath the flimsy fabric of her shorts, causing Brittany to wrap her arms fully around Santana.
Santana pulls back a little, lingering close so that she can flick her tongue along Brittany's bottom lip.
"Let's get out of here," She whispers and opens the door slightly to peek her head out. Everybody's back is turned away from them and she allows Brittany to step out first. Santana watches as the blonde converses with her father and how he looks towards Santana with a firm nod. Brittany skips passed everybody towards Santana and they leave the office together.
The drive home creates the most excruciating sexual tension ever. Brittany's hands are never in one place - down Santana's Christmas sweater, in between her thighs - but ofcourse the brunette doesn't object.
Once they park by the curb, Santana turns the engine off and bolts out of the car. Brittany's running right behind Santana and anxiously jumps on the balls of her feet while Santana fidgets with her keys. As soon as the doors open, Brittany steps inside first followed soon by a panting Santana who slams the door shut.
She's already surging forward and capturing the blonde's lips. She instantly presses the palms of her hands against the back of Brittany's neck to push them closer together.
Meanwhile Brittany's hands find Santana's hips and she squeezes them fiercly as their tongues finally meet. Brittany moves so Santana's back is against the front door. She then proceeds to rake hands across the brunette's lower back and down towards her arse.
The sounds eliciting from the brunette's lips between kisses urges Brittany on more. They're gripping onto eachother for dear life, desperate to feel skin on skin contact.
Santana feels a rush of confidence flow through her and she switches their positions so that Brittany's back hits the door. Santana then slowly licks the blonde's lips before taking her bottom lip between her teeth. Their eyes are open and filled with desire.
"Don't stop," Brittany pleads through ragged breaths.
Santana latches her lips onto Brittany's neck, sucking at the skin which will easily turn purple in a few minutes. She then licks a trail up her jaw line before attacking her lips once again.
"Mm," Santana groans. "Spread your legs Britt."
The blonde obliges, but not before ripping her shorts off to reveal red lace underwear that leaves Santana gaping.
With a final kiss to the blonde's lips, Santana focuses on Brittany's breasts. Her hands cup each of them under the blonde's shirt and a brush of a thumb over a pert nipple leaving the blonde gasping for more.
"Santana."
Her name leaving Brittany's swollen red lips creates a dream like state for Santana and her goal is just in between Brittany's thighs.
With her legs spread, Santana works the blonde's centre with two fingers over the lace underwear. She then reaches for Brittany's top and lifts it over her head. Brittany does the same to Santana's sweater, revealing a tight white tank top that she pulls off aswell.
With both of their bra clad breasts on display, Santana decides this isn't enough. She presses her lips to Brittany's again while unclasping her bra. Brittany bites Santana's bottom lip causing the brunette to whimper and throw her head back.
Brittany grabs Santana's hips and turns her around. Santana bends over thanks to a small push from the blonde. Brittany kisses along the spine of Santana's back before unclasping her bra aswell and throwing it off to the side.
Santana turns back to face Brittany straight away. "I want to see and feel all of you," Santana whispers earnestly.
Brittany bites her lip and spreads her legs again. Their breasts are pressed together, rubbing against eachother while Santana's hand enters underneath Brittany's underwear. It's smooth down there and more wet than Santana ever imagined.
She slides two fingers slowly down Brittany's folds earning a muffled cry from the blonde.
"Uh," She grunts, arching her back away from the door so that her centre is pressing into Santana's fingers.
The brunette leans down, flicking her tongue over Brittany's nipples while working her hand along her folds. She eases her fingers up and down, up and down.
"Santana," She whimpers again, causing the brunette to raise her head up to meet the blonde's gaze. "Make love to me." That's all it takes for Santana to remove her hand, lift the blonde up by her thighs and carry her to her bed.
With their bodies pressed together, both girls receive a warm and wet sensation as they slump down on the bed.
"Wait," Santana stops abruptly, just as Brittany pulls her in for another passionate kiss.
"What's the matter?" The blonde asks, genuinely concerned.
Santana stands up and slowly shuffles toward the bathroom. "I'll be right back, I just, I want to take this slow - make it right," Santana explains, entering the bathroom and shutting the door. Brittany smiles at the girls words before slumping back down on the bed.
Santana cups her hands under the tap, creating a pool of water in her grasp. She splashes the cold liquid on her face before taking some perfume out of a drawer. She sprays some around her neck and chest, before placing it back in the drawer. With one final look in the mirror, she nods to herself and exits the bathroom.
Brittany's lying on her back, breasts exposed and toothy grin brightening the entire room. Santana's never seen anything so beautiful.
She makes it to the bed, crawls over to Brittany and straddles her. "This is the first time I've done anything with a girl," Santana admits, cupping the blonde's cheeks in her hands. Brittany's in sitting position and she holds Santana close.
"You're not alone," Brittany reassures her. She then feels a hand on her bare chest, slowly pushing her back down against the bed.
Santana then leans down and twists a pink nipple between her two middle fingers. She crawls down the blonde's body, kissing every inch of exposed skin. Her mouth then grazes Brittany's inner thigh.
Brittany's resting on her elbows, watching Santana's every move. She wants to drag Santana's lips down to her throbbing, soaking core but she loves way Santana teases her.
Santana slides her tongue along the blonde's thigh, while keeping eye contact with Brittany. Her eyes are dark, intense. Like they're secretely conveying a message that says 'I'm going to make you feel the best you've ever felt in your entire life.'
Then she removes her mouth all together and slides her hands under either side of the blonde's underwear and grips onto the fabric tightly. Brittany immediately lifts her arse from the bed so that nothing is stopping Santana from simply leaning forward and tasting the blonde.
Brittany leans forward abit, her eyes closed and her fingers tips pressing into Santana's shoulders so they turn pale white. Santana blows, not licks, blows at Brittany's clit and the blonde's thighs shudder vigorously.
She then tilts her head down and steadies her elbows on the bed. Then finally, she leans forward and slides her tongue in one firm, long lick against the blonde's centre. Brittany goes from biting her lip to opening her mouth wide at the sensation. She continues to feel an enormous amount of pleasure throughout her body as Santana's licks pick up their pace.
She wiggles her tongue around Brittany's clit, before placing an open mouth kissed against the swollen area. Before Brittany can even scream that she's about to cum, Santana slides a finger in, then another, until the blonde's back is arching high enough to touch the stars.
"I'm-" It's short and sharp and it's the only thing that she manages to splutter out before she feels her walls clenching around Santana's fingers. The brunette focuses on the blonde's clit as she comes down from her erotic high. She works the sensative area in slow circles, before moving up the blonde's body and settling her head on her chest.
Brittany's heaving and her eyes are still closed. Her hair is stuck to the sides of her face and she can barely move a muscle as she tries to relax again. Santana's breathing evens out much faster than Brittany's so she's able to slide off of the blonde and make her way to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water.
Before she can even make it two steps from the bed though, a body is thrusting towards her and pressing her up against the wall. Santana's hands are pinned beside her head and there's a devilish grin etched across the blonde's face.
"Who said we were finished?" Brittany quirks an eyebrow. Santana can't even reply, she's still so turned on and eager to have Brittany inside of her that she answers the best way she can; with a kiss.
Brittany unpins one of Santana's arms so she can lift up one of her legs and wrap it around her waist. Brittany thrusts one of her legs between the brunette's and ever so often grinds her naked core against Santana's which is still clad in underwear.
Santana pulls back for a moment, completely out of breath and panting erratically. She then leans forward again only to have Brittany pull back an inch. Brittany slightly shakes her head, while her lips curl at the corners. She slowly descends down the brunette's body, mapping a trail with her tongue towards slightly tanned nipples. She takes one in her mouth and Santana's head whips back, hitting the wall. She'd scream in pain if it weren't for her body being completely taken over by such an intense amount of pleasure.
She claws her nails up Brittany's back causing the blonde to gasp. Brittany moves from Santana's breasts, down to her underwear which she can already tell is soaked. Brittany slides down Santana's panties, allowing Santana to kick them off before steadying herself of her knees. Santana instinctively spreads her legs, allowing Brittany full view of her goal. She wastes no time and decides the best thing to do is mirror Santana's earlier actions because they seemed to work wonders on her.
Brittany tilts her head back as she moves forward so that she can lick the entire length of Santana's folds.
"Oh," Santana moans, placing a hand by her head and digging her nails against the walls. Brittany swallows hard, before taking another measurable lick. She stops at the brunette's palpitating clit and runs her tongue in smooth circles.
"Don't ever stop," Santana says breathlessly, now clutching onto blonde hair.
Brittany raises her fingers and slides the first in gently. "Harder," Santana whispers loudly. So Brittany adds a second finger and thrusts them at a reasonable pace. She feels Santana's thighs clench then tremble around her and with her fingers knuckle deep now, she decides to curl the tips of them.
Santana literally melts. She sinks down the wall and holds her body so that she stops trembling. Brittany's right there with her, rubbing her knees and attemping to gather back a natural breathing pattern.
"You're incredible," Brittany whispers, resting her forehead against the brunette's. Santana runs her thumbs along the blonde's jaw. "I'm going to call my dad."
"And say what?" Santana asks.
"And say that I'm spending the night at a friend's house." Santana instantly grins at the blonde's words. Brittany then stands up and walks naked out of the room.
Santana pulls back her sheets and climbs into bed. She stares out at the street lamp emitting faint light through the blinds. For a while she just stares, breathing evenly and resting her head on the pillow. So many things rush through her mind at that moment. She just made love for the first time in so long, not to mention to a girl, whose 7 years her junior. But as these thoughts of age and sex and betrayal towards Brittany's father sink in - Santana finds herself calm and at peace. She believes she's finally found herself - the real her - not the girl that used to get a kick out of giving everyone around her attitude. She's found Brittany, who she knows will love her unconditionally know matter where she is in the world.
While she's lying there, the bed sinks and Brittany wraps an arm around Santana's body. They're both still naked, but it feels completely comfortable. Like they had lived 18 and 25 years just to be at this exact moment in time. Like nothing can hurt them when they're holding each other like this.
While they're lying there, Santana knows exactly what she has to do. In her mind it's for the best, in her heart it's for the best, even though the outcome may hurt. Santana knows to receive any kind of satisfaction in her life, she must let the girl she loves go.
There bodies awake in the exact same position they fell asleep. Brittany opens her eyes first, grinning like a child on Christmas as she presses a kiss to Santana's head. The brunette stirs, then tenses. Brittany furrows her eyebrows as Santana slowly but firmly crawls out of her grasp and shuffles over to the wall. Brittany immediately follows and when their eyes might, she notices wet streaks around Santana's eyes and frowns
"B-brittany," Santana splutters, unable to control the cracks in her voice. "You h-have to audition for Juilliard, okay?"
"Santana don't," Brittany hisses, turning her head away.
"You need to d-do this Brittany, for yourself!" Santana states, slowly stepping towards Brittany whose back is turned to her.
"No I don't!" Brittany vociferates, clenching her fists by her sides.
"Yes you do," Santana mutters through gritted teeth.
"Why?"
"Because I never could!" Santana snaps. She's in tears now, thinking of how this all could have possibly gone from screaming out sounds of pleasure the night before, to now literally screaming at one another.
"I won't," Brittany stammers, brushing her hands through her hair and resting on the edge of the bed. "I can't walk out of your life like that, it isn't fair that you're asking me too!"
Santana squeezes her eyes shut, purses her lips and cries. Her skin feels like ice cold needles are pricking at it but her insides are on fire. She needs Brittany to understand that this isn't a bad decision.
"We won't even be far from each other," Santana murmurs through sharp sobs.
"Come with me," Brittany pleads, eyes full of hope and longing, which makes Santana cry harder.
"I c-can't move t-t-to New York Brittany, I can b-barely afford hea-t-ting in my apartment," Santana splutters.
Brittany lets out a loud groan and punches the bed once, hard. She then stands and marches over to Santana.
"You don't know what you're saying, I know you want to be with me Santana," Brittany whispers as she holds Santana's cheeks in her hands. It's like holding the weight of the world and the brunette's tears are the ocean which is starting to flow off course. She kisses each side of Santana's face, before gathering her clothes and stepping towards the door.
"I'll catch a cab home." That's the last thing Santana hears before her butt hits the floor and she's practically wailing and crying Brittany's name out. She doesn't want to hurt, but she's the one doing the hurting. She wants the blonde to have her dreams come true but the fact is Santana is Brittany's dream.
Most people have a different path to the person they're standing beside. You can either sacrifice your dream for them, or willingly walk towards it. Age is the only clear barrier keeping these two specific individuals from reaching their dream. One has the outside world to explore, but would do anything to keep her lover. The other has time to make up for, but would give the world to see her lover reach her dream - even if that means letting her go.
Santana bends her knees and buries her face in her hands. The tears keep falling. The tears keep falling until her eyes are no longer able to produce any of them.
Thoughts?