Santana looked at the blue waters and stared at the same-hued eyes, her mind suddenly becoming blurry as the owner of those eyes grazed her hands on Santana's tan cheeks. It was like all other afternoons they spent together. Just peaceful, serene afternoons that Santana had never thought of enjoying. She hated the silence before, because it made her think of things that she had lost, just like Dianna. But, when she's with Brittany, she feels so happy, even though the blonde won't speak to her and just hold her hand, somehow Santana could have cried tears of joy.
She stared at Brittany, the warm, tingling sensation of the sun that Friday afternoon tickled Santana's skin.
"Britt, Puckerman's having a party tonight, can we come? Damned Noah and Dave, they were literally dragging me to the party," Santana nuzzled Brittany's neck. Ever since they had been together, although they both tried to hide it in public, Santana had always asked for Brittany's permission.
"Mmmm…I think it would be nice," Brittany looked as if she was considering an offer.
"I want to take you," Santana said.
"Well…" Brittany scooted nearer to the Latina and planted a chaste kiss on her girlfriend's lips.
"I'll take that as a yes," Santana said.
"I never said that," Brittany quipped.
"You love teasing me, don't you?" Santana's brows furrowed.
The blonde did not answer Santana and just smiled at her instead. Brittany's hand then groped Santana's own. The blonde firmly held it in her own hand as they watched the waves lap against the shore in comfortable silence.
"What do you want to do this weekend, San?"
"Surfing."
"Okay, I was just wondering…well," Brittany looked at her toes.
"What?" Santana's eyebrow rose as she looked at her girlfriend.
"Well, it would be cool," Brittany said as looked away. "I was planning to…well, take some pictures of those waterfalls I've heard so much from Rachel," Brittany explained.
"Well, I had said yes to Puck and Dave that I will save Saturday for surfing. But, I can call in them, tell them I am sick…" Santana looked at the blonde with affectionate eyes.
"No, that wouldn't be necessary. I'll just ask Rachel to come with me. That okay with you?"
"Yeah, just don't forget the earplugs," Santana growled.
"San…" Brittany swatted the Latina's arm, although she wasn't able to hide the wide grin from her face.
"What? Like as if Rachel's your quiet type, ugh."
"She's actually charming. Don't you know Finn's getting serious with her?"
"Hell, Britt. Look at what Rachel had done to my boys," Santana groaned.
"And look at what I do to Santa Barbara's number one bad-ass bitch," Brittany laughed.
"I'm glad you came into my life," Santana cupped one of Brittany's cheek.
"I love you, San."
"I love you too, Britt. Proudly so," Santana smiled and held Brittany's hands in hers.
She's never going to let her go. She's her whole life. Brittany is everything to her…
The music was blaring from the Puckerman's backyard as Santana leaned on her Navarra when she saw Brittany's car pull up a few feet from hers.
"Hey, Britts," Santana waved at her girlfriend. She quickly took the blonde's hands into her own.
"Did the party start without me?" Brittany teased Santana. She was wearing tight skinny jeans and a pair of low-cut faux boots. Her tank top was draped with a blue denim blazer and her hair was worn down.
Santana glared at two boys who literally gawked at Brittany's sexy body. They caught sight of Sugar, along with an Irish-looking guy.
"Hi, Britt!" Puck waved at the blonde. Puck was sitting on a couch that seemed to be dragged from under the basement. He was seated in front of several bottles of beer on a table. A slumped Dave Karofsky was breathing heavily beside him.
"I see you're having a good time, Puck," Brittany nodded to the guy with the mohawk.
"Yeah, but I never saw Tana down a drink tonight, she's been waiting with her ass down there for you," Puck slurred.
"I'm keeping her leashed," Brittany yelled as a bang of music reverberated through the air.
"Aha, leash huh…you keep her leashed or…you're the one who's leashed?" a drunk Rachel just materialized beside her and Finn just came from nowhere.
"Well, I am not leashed, that's for sure!" Brittany looked at Rachel as if she was crazy.
"Oh, really? I for one would know about a person, psychologically," Rachel said it with full dignity that even Santana, who stood farther from the group and just listening to the conversation squirmed.
"You know, you kind of had one too many, Rachel," Finn said. "Come on now."
Rachel only gurgled a few incoherent, slurred words as Finn dragged her to the other side of the yard.
"Tana, why aren't you drowning yourself in beer and vodka?" Puck asked Santana.
"I'm getting a beer, Puckerman," Santana quipped. Then she turned her attention to the blonde. "I'll get you something."
Santana came back with a beer in one hand and a tall glass of iced tea on the other. She already knew every single thing that Brittany would and wouldn't. She also knew that it's going to be her first and last bottle of beer, but Santana wouldn't mind.
"Thanks, baby," Brittany smiled at her ever-serving girlfriend.
"You're very welcome honey," Santana smiled back as Brittany took a sip. However, her brows furrowed when she saw the same Irish boy beside Sugar Motta stare at her girlfriend.
The blonde quickly set her glass aside. "Umm, baby I'm going to dance. Wanna come?" Brittany rose up quickly and ran a hand through her blonde hair.
"Nahh, I'll just…look at you from here, maybe keep an eye on you from here, you know," Santana leaned back on the couch.
"Mmm…okay, bye," Brittany skipped towards the dance floor.
Santana looked at Brittany, who was dancing to the tune of some techno-pop music. It would be an understatement if Santana would say Brittany was a good dancer, because Brittany was an awfully awesome dancer.
"Hey, Tana, you look like you're getting Brittany stripped whilst using your eyes," Puck snapped at her daze.
"What? Shut up, Puckerman."
"Look, not that I am just a sissy or somewhat girly but, I really have a feeling that there's something between you and that hot-ass blonde," Puck smirked.
Santana felt the warmth climb from her neck towards her cheek. Her face might be as well looking red as a tomato right now, thanks to the insufficient lighting, it wasn't that obvious.
"Now, tell me Santana. Wait, you don't have to tell me anything, I know something's going on between you and that hot-ass blonde…" Puck said as he looked over Santana's shoulders, obviously catching a look form someone or something else.
"…who happens to have an Irish boy falling at her feet and, well flirting with her," Puck finished triumphantly when he saw Santana's head pivot automatically.
They were in the opposite corner of the yard. Brittany was still swaying to the rhythm, whilst the Irish guy was closely dancing with Brittany.
Well, bad for him, he was dangerously close enough to the blonde.
"Fuck," Santana swore under her breath as she stood up and took long strides towards the opposite side of the yard. She quickly pulled the Irish guy away from Brittany and looked at his eyes.
"Distance or ambulance?" Santana coolly asked.
"What?" the guy looked confused.
"Listen, that blonde you were dancing with, she's mine. Now, stay away from her at a good distance if you don't want to hitch an ambulance for tonight, okay?" Santana narrowed her eyes at the guy.
His face became pale as if his blood had been drained to the bottom.
"Now, if you stay close to her and I'll see you in a proximity of seven feet, you end up dead, that's not my fault," Santana left the pale and scared Irish in the middle of the dance floor.
"Brittany, come here," Santana motioned for Brittany to follow her.
"But, San…I'm still dancing with Rory…"
"Come here, I don't give a damn who that Rory is…" Santana said.
Brittany grinned to herself. She knew that it would happen this way. Well, it's proven.
She's got the great Santana Lopez leashed around the neck.