Brittany's finally meeting Santana's parents! Woooo.
I don't know if you all are excited about that but I hope you enjoy the chapter. Thanks again so much for all your wonderfully kind and inspiring words. I seriously have some of the most amazing reviewers and readers!
JULY
Night 6
"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh. Why am I so nervous? Oh my gosh, you need to pinch me or like slap me or something." Brittany is practically hyperventilating in the seat next to Santana.
The two of them arrived at the Lopez mansion about ten minutes ago, but this is as far as they've gotten. Mostly because it appears that Brittany is having some kind of serious freak out.
"Britt, babe, I'm not going to slap you. You'll be fine. You've already met my mom, and she adores you. My dad is almost exactly like her just burlier and well a guy." Santana tries to calm her girlfriend down as she rubs her hand up and down Brittany's bicep. It doesn't seem to be working very well and soon Brittany has lapsed into breathing techniques that one would most likely hear in a birthing class.
"Britt, seriously sweetheart you need to calm down. You're starting to scare me and make me nervous."
Brittany looks at her girlfriend apologetically. It's not like she intended for this to happen. She frowns.
"Sorry." She breathes out quietly and Santana shakes her head, she doesn't want Brittany to think this is her fault. She understands the girl's nerves, even if they are a little unnecessary.
Santana leans across the gap and cups Brittany's cheeks in her hands. In one fluid motion she is pressing her lips into the blonde's and sliding them against hers. Brittany freezes at the kiss at first but quickly starts caressing her lips against Santana's and kissing back.
When the Latina's tongue slides across her bottom lip Brittany moans at the feeling and parts her lips allowing Santana's tongue to snake into her mouth and stroke across her teeth and the roof of her mouth. She feels her heart rate slow to a more steady and manageable pace.
She relaxes and leans further into the kiss.
As they pull apart a few minutes later and rest their foreheads together, Brittany sighs contently. She is noticeably calmer.
"Thanks." She mumbles to her girlfriend without opening her eyes and Santana nods and tilts her lips up to kiss the blonde's nose.
"Of course." She says and they wait for a few minutes breathing between themselves on a cycle. Brittany out and Santana in, the whole time Brittany's hands rest against Santana's cheeks as tan fingers stroke gently at the fine hair at the nape of her neck. When she has calmed enough Brittany slowly opens her eyes.
She is immediately and beautifully met with shinning dark brown eyes and a genuine adoring smile. Brittany nods once and they silently part from each other to manuver out of the car.
Santana exits the car first and goes around to take Brittany's hand as the other girl climbs out.
They walk hand and hand towards the Lopez mansion.
"It'll be okay Britt, I promise." Santana whispers to the blonde once more as they walk through the immaculate front entrance. Brittany nods as she allows Santana to gently and sweetly remove her light jacket and hang it in the coat closet next to the door.
Santana pauses from hanging up her own jacket, which is also coincidently Brittany's, and slides off her flip flops before turning and smiling over at a fidgeting blonde. Brittany's face, and general behavior, radiates a severe nervousness. Santana's starting to get worried that Brittany's going to pass out on her or something.
She steps closer to the girl and rests her hands on slim hips. She has to incline her head upwards just a little with Brittany's height on her, but it secretly makes her feel really sexy. Brittany being just a little taller than her is a serious turn on, particularly when Santana has to lift up onto her tip toes just enough to press a kiss to pink lips.
Brittany's eyes flutter closed at the kiss and a breath escapes from her nose. Her hands fall to Santana's sides and her fingers flex against the cotton material of the Latina's shirt. A tan hand comes up and cups the side of Brittany's neck as soft lips brush against hers again. It takes a few more pecks before Brittany's heart rate returns to, not normal, but acceptable given the situation.
Brittany knows she's being a little silly. After all, she has already met and sensationally hit it off with Santana's mom. It's just, Brittany is aware of the reputation that proceeds Dr. Lopez. The man is said to be not only a successful and world-renowned plastic surgeon, but he is also fiercly intelligent, exceedingly charming, exceptionally good-natured, and fascinatingly driven.
How is Brittany going to look in his eyes? A girl who seems to be just bumbling through high school with no solid plans of a future? Who's mother, despite knowing that the woman works as hard if not harder than anyone else, has to maintain three barely blue-collar low paying jobs to support a family of four? Brittany's not even sure she'll have any answers for the man if he starts to question her about things.
And Santana? She's brilliant, and she has such a bright future. Not only because she has options, but because she has the drive and determination to succeed, at whatever it is she wants to do. Is Dr. Lopez going to think that Brittany is holding back his protegal only daughter from her true potential? Because Brittany would never want to do that.
She wants to go places with Santana. She wants to watch Santana run the world. She wants everything with Santana, except to hold her back. She thinks that if she can just-
"Baby, where'd you go?" Santana's sweet raspy tone filters into Brittany's ears and she snaps herself out of her concentrated state to turn and look into concerned brown eyes. Santana's brow is creased in worry and her eyes are dancing all over the blonde's face. She's been walking, while holding Brittany's hand, to the dining area and the blonde has been seriously zoned out the majority of the time.
Brittany swallows the nervous lump in her throat and forces a smile.
"Just trying to prepare myself." Brittany tells the Latina in a weak voice and Santana halts their progress and squeezes her hand.
"Just be yourself Brittany. When they see the real you, and what you do to me, there's no way they're going to think anything less than amazing things about you." Santana tells her girlfriend and Brittany's stomach flips at her words. She glances back into orbs of caring brown.
"I promise you Britt." Santana murmurs and the words sound like so much more than that to Brittany. They actually sound a lot like a whole book of promises, and how Santana passionately pledges to keep them. Brittany smiles and takes a step towards Santana while nodding her head before she leans her forehead into the other girl's.
"I promise you too."
Those four simple words sound so much like three other significant ones to Santana that they cause her breath to catch as she considers them. Before she can accurately process the words, a sweet motherly tone interrupts her thoughts.
"Ah mija, and my darling Brittany. I was wondering when the two of you would arrive." Maribel Lopez says as she walks from the dining area into the open foyer and comes upon her daughter and the lovely blonde haired girl she knows Santana is more than captivated with. Santana turns to smile at her mother.
"Lo siento mami, we had just arrived and were about to join you and papa." Santana responds and Brittany's heart flutters at the beautiful Spanish and how it flows musically from Santana's lips. She knows that the girl is just apologizing, but somehow the way Santana's tongue rolls on the words seriously sends a good shiver through her body.
Maribel accepts her daughter's apology, and doesn't miss the way Brittany's face lights up when Santana speaks, and she ushers the girl's into the kitchen where her husband is waiting for them.
"Ah there's mi hermosa niña. Santanita, you look wonderful." The dashing salt-and-pepper haired Latino man says as he stands from his place at the head of the table and walks towards his daughter and Brittany.
To say she's surprised is an understatement.
Brittany had assumed that Santana's father was handsome, after all her mother is beautiful and Santana herself-well there aren't enough words in the dictionary to describe her beauty, but Dr. Lopez is exceptionally dapper looking. Strong jaw, angular Latino face, his eyes are dark like Santana's and his skin is the same bronzed tone.
He's tall, not exceedingly, but taller than Brittany. He's fit but not overly buff. He wears a dark grey button up shirt tucked into crisp black slacks. A deep purple tie, that would probably look ridiculous on anyone else, completes his outfit and presents him as the successful professional that he is. Brittany finds herself shrinking back even more at the imposing atmosphere that surrounds the man.
Luckily, Santana is still there by her side and when she speaks the next words, a calm descends over Brittany's body.
"Papa, this is Brittany. The most wonderful girl I've ever met. She's my very best friend."
Dr. Lopez smiles at his daughter and turns his dark eyes onto the blonde girl that stands next to her. He is more aware of who Brittany is than Santana may think. He does, after all, have conversations with his wife.
"Ahhh Brittany I've heard much about you, it is a pleasure to finally meet you." The man says to Brittany as he extends his hand towards her. When Brittany reaches out to take a hold of it, Dr. Lopez pulls her a little closer to him. "And my daughter was correct in saying that you are very beautiful." He then says with a wink.
Brittany instantly flushes both at the words and the knowledge that Santana has not been shy in divulging that to her parents. She feels her girlfriend step up next to her and rest her hand softly on the small of her back.
"Alright you all, dinner is ready. Let's sit down and eat." Maribel suddenly calls from the kitchen as she re-enters the room with the last of the courses for the evening. All members of the party smile and proceed to take their places at the table. Santana is quick to pull out Brittany's chair for her, the action not being lost on the Lopez parents who share a coy glance between them.
When Santana is settled next to Brittany, who is seated at the opposite end of smaller four-person table, she turns to her father.
"Brittany would you like to say grace this evening?' Jorge inquires to the blonde whose eyes momentarily go wide at the question. She's said grace before, plenty of times, it's just she's never said it in front of her significant others parents at a very important dinner that could essentially determine the future of her relationship with said significant other.
Oh god, what if Brittany messes the whole thing up by saying something inappropriate?
Brittany suddenly feels a soft, gentle hand slide into her own as it rests on top of her lap. She glances to her left where Santana sits and the Latina gives her a supportive and encouraging smile. Brittany nods back.
"Yes sir, thank you." She speaks aloud before closing her eyes and dipping her head. With a soft clear of her throat, Brittany says grace for the things that, in this moment, she is most grateful for.
"Hey, uh God. I've never really done this before so I'm not sure how it goes," Brittany starts and she feels a calming squeeze run though her hand. Santana's touch reassures her and gives her the courage to continue.
"I really want to start by saying thank you for giving me the opportunity to be part of such a wonderful families life, at least for tonight. Bless this food that smells really delicious and the health and prosperity of everyone at the table. And thank you for creating such beautiful creatures and just being pretty awesome in general…" Brittany starts to get a little off topic and the caress of Santana's fingers against her palm brings her back.
"Oh, so thank you very much and amen." Brittany finishes her little impromptu speech and the last word she voices is echoed by the rest of the table. She immediately flushes at the fact she pretty much just took the whole grace thing hostage and is probably being severely judged by Santana's parents, but instead of dirty looks she finds that both adult Lopez's flash her bright genuine smiles.
"Thank you Brittany, that was very sweet." Maribel says and Brittany feels her face heat even more. It's not until Santana's voice is whispering in her ear that she doesn't feel ridiculously embarrassed.
"You were great baby. You're amazing."
Brittany smiles and bashfully glances in Santana's direction. One glance into those brown eyes, coupled with the look that Santana returns her and she's a puddle of mush. She glances at Santana's lips quickly before her eyes flutter back up to the girl's. Santana smiles and leans her head towards Brittany.
The breath is almost sucked out of her when she thinks that Santana is going to kiss her at the dinner table in front of her parents, but Brittany relaxes when Santana's lips brush slightly across her cheek. The skin heats under Santana's lips and a adoring grateful smile stretches across Brittany's face.
Without another word, the two of them begin to eat the food placed in front of them, never releasing each other's hand.
"So Brittany, Santana tells me you were thinking of going to Loyola Marymount University for school?" Dr. Lopez inquires a few minutes into their meal. Brittany swallows the food in her mouth and looks up to nod towards the man.
"Yes sir. I hear they have a really good recording arts and music production program." Brittany tells the man. Her nervousness has slowly been disappearing as she becomes more comfortable around Santana's parents, and her girlfriend's touch keeps her grounded.
"Music production is what you wish to do then? Brittany that is amazing." Maribel speaks up from next to the blonde and Brittany smiles her thanks at the woman.
"Thank you Maribel, it's something I very much enjoy." Brittany speaks to the woman gracefully.
"She's really good with music." Santana pipes up from the seat across the table from her mother. Brittany flushes at her girlfriend's readiness to glout about her. She likes it, a lot. Particularly because Santana is completely sincere about it and seems to genuinely consider Brittany something amazing and fascinating. No one's ever really been like that with her, besides her own mom, but that only counts for so much.
"But I mean I could always go to Purdue too." Brittany then blurts out and Santana flashes her a look. The blonde shrugs at her girlfriend and the Latina instantly catches onto her intended wittiness. Santana smirks.
"Oh Purdue University?" Dr. Lopez is the first to inquire as to Brittany's meaning. The blonde smiles kindly back at the doctor.
"No sir, the chicken farm actually." She deadpans and Jorge looks at her in bewilderment.
There's a few seconds of silence that lingers over the dinner table before Santana decides she needs to clarify her girlfriend's words. Or at least make sense of them for her parents.
"She's joking papa, Brittany's sheer genius. She's going to ace her SAT's and go anywhere she wants." Santana cuts in with a kind roll of her eyes, as if to say 'she does this all the time' and Brittany smiles bashfully at her. She adores the way Santana so easily handles her whimsical ways.
"So you've said mija, that is very wonderful Brittany." Jorge says with a soft genuine smile that greatly resembles the one his daughter often gives Brittany. The biggest difference is that when Santana smiles at her, Brittany catches a certain sparkle in the Latina's eyes.
As if she has some hidden secret for the girl. Some secret Brittany very much wants to know.
"And then Santana sat her little tush down in the middle of the store, crossed her arms and refused to move until we assured her that the discarded plastics would not end up in some landfill where a bird or otter could get wrapped up in it." Maribel Lopez finishes telling the story of how she and her husband took their five year old daughter to the recycling center at a local grocery store for the first time.
Brittany chuckles along with the older Lopez members but doesn't miss the way her girlfriend is scowling with her arms folded across her chest. Brittany suspects Santana very much resembles the five year old version of herself which her mother just described.
It's adorable.
"Seriously, are you two really just going to continue to tell embarrassing stories about me all night long? Because I'm sure I could find something else to do or somewhere else to be." Santana grumbles from her side of the table which irrevitably causes both of her parents to burst out into laughter again.
"Santanita! We would tease your sibling if we could but you were so much of a handful yourself, and so stubborn about having siblings, that we could only ever have just you. So you must suffer through this because we surely put up with you and your antics for seventeen years." Jorge tells his daughter, in good cheer, as he wipes laughter tears from the corners of his eyes.
Santana merely scowls more prominently and her arms squeeze tighter against her chest. Brittany chuckles softly and leans into the girl, placing her hand on the top of Santana's thigh for balance and comfort.
"I'll make it up to you later baby." Brittany whispers close to Santana's ear and the Latina's eyes widen at the promise. A shiver runs through her body but she manages to mutely nod her understanding to the blonde still leaning in close to her.
Topics and stories of Santana's childhood, her temper tantrums (which were apparently a constant occurrence), her stubbornness, her compassion and her fierceness to in the end do the right thing all make Brittany's heart a light with an even deeper adoration for the Latina.
If she didn't already think it, she'd say that she's fallen even further for Santana.
The stories finally manage to teter off, much to Santana's appreciation and while the younger Latina assists her mother in cleaning up the table, Brittany is left with the now much less intimidating, but still rather imposing, Dr. Lopez.
She fidgets awkwardly in her seat across the dinner table from the man, unsure of whether or not she's supposed to make idle chat, remain silent or do something else entirely. She decides it's probably best if she just sits there and doesn't make eye contact or try to speak, but apparently the doctor has other ideas.
"I normally expected to be asking a boy in Santana's life this question some time down the road, but seeing how the two of you are around each other, I think it's safe to be under the impression Santana is not going to have a boy in her life. Am I correct in assuming that Miss Pierce?" Jorge speaks up and Brittany's throat suddenly feels way too dry. She manages a weak shrug.
"I don't know precisely how Santana feels about everything." She admits. Sure, she knows they are dating but there are still a lot of things that haven't been addressed. Particularly the thoughts that are currently swirling around in Brittany's head and heart, waiting for their opportunity to burst out and make themselves known.
She expects Dr. Lopez to take her words with a grain of salt, she is not, however, anticipating that he softly chuckle at them and reach across the small table to pat the top of Brittany's hand that rests along her placemate.
"Dear girl, do not be naïve. You may not have known Santana that long but surely you have managed to decipher some things about her?" He asks and Brittany shakes her head hesitantly. She doesn't know why she suddenly can't explain herself. She's also not sure how far Santana wants to inform her parents of them.
Are they best friends? Are they really close friends with potential for more? Are they girlfriends and lovers? She and the Latina never properly discussed such things with each other prior to the dinner.
"Let me tell you one thing I know for sure, the fact that my daughter looks at you like I still look at my wife? That is not just mere coincidence." Jorge then says and Brittany's eyes dart up to dark brown. She finds Santana's father looking back at her with a soft, genuine smile.
She feels her own smile stretch across her face and her heart flutters at his admittance. She nods and ducks her head bashfully.
"Thank you sir." She whispers.
A moment later Santana and her mother enter the dining area again with dessert and Santana throws a wink towards Brittany before taking her seat causing the blonde's chest to expand with even more gratefulness. The instant she sits down, Brittany feels Santana's hand creep into her own and pull their joined hands to her lap.
The blonde glances up at her girlfriend and her breath hitches at one, the sheer beauty of the girl in front of her (that never fails to amaze her) and two, at the fact that Santana is wearing a look she has never witnessed before. It's something between pride and acceptance. Brittany's heart flutters again.
Without taking her eyes off of blue Santana opens her mouth to address the rest of the table.
"Mami, Papa. There's something I, well Brittany and I would like to tell you."
Brittany's sure her heart just skipped at least three beats. She smiles her assurance to Santana and nods almost inperceptably. The Latina takes a deep breath and then turns and looks at first her father and than her mother.
"Brittany and I, we…wellweresortofdating." The words escape Santana in a breath, rushed and slightly jumbled. She composes herself and tries again. She shakes her head and Brittany squeezes her hand.
"What I mean to say is that Brittany is my girlfriend. Not just like a best friend girlfriend but a girlfriend, girlfriend. We're dating. It's official."
There's a brief silence that falls over the table before Dr. Lopez breaks it with a chuckle.
"Not to be blunt or anything but is that supposed to be news to us Santanita?"
Immediately after, and as if completing her husbands thoughts, Maribel speaks up.
"No offense Brittany, or to either of you really, but mija you have been holding Brittany's hand under the table for the entirety of the evening."
Santana feels her face flush with embarrassment, not that she was holding Brittany's hand but more the fact that her parents were aware the whole time and chose not to say anything. Plus the whole ganging up on her, not cool.
She sputters but Brittany is there to the rescue. She lifts their joined hands from Santana's lap and sets them on the table, rubbing her thumb over the back of the Latina's knuckles and giving her an encouraging smile.
"So you knew this whole time and you didn't say anything?"
"Would you have wanted us too? Is there really anything to say? As I told you before Santana, your father and I support you in any of your decisions, barring the reckless or dangerous ones. Why should this be any different? Brittany is a very lovely girl and we can tell that the two of you get along wonderfully." Maribel informs her daughter as she herself reaches out and takes her husbands hand as Dr. Lopez smiles on and nods his agreement to his daughter.
It takes a moment but a smile finally stretches across Santana's face.
"Thank you Dr. and Mrs. Lopez, that truly means a lot. To both of us." Brittany speaks up and Santana flashes her a grateful smile before she brings their hands to her lips and brushes a few kisses to the back of Brittany's hand. Brittany gives her that smile.
"May we be excused?" Santana inquires, her eyes again not leaving those of her girlfriend's.
"Of course dears."
Santana stands and remains holding onto Brittany's hand as they walk towards the exit of the room. They are almost through it when Santana hears her mother call to her from behind them.
"Keep in mind Santana, that this new information does mean the sleeping arrangements will have to be changed."
Santana's heart falls. She turns around dejected.
"But mami." She starts to argue but her mother shakes her head.
"You know the rules mija." She says sternly and Santana all but falls to the ground in a fit of deflation. She nods and continues her walk towards the stairs that will lead her and Brittany to her room.
"What do you want to do now Britt?" Santana asks as they return to her bedroom and plop down on her bed. Brittany looks over at her and waggles her eyebrows.
"Make out?" She asks and Santana giggles but leans into her girlfriend nonetheless. They barely touch lips when Santana hears her mother's voice filter in through her closed bedroom door.
"Doors open Santana!"
The younger Latina groans and Brittany giggles next to her and kisses her nose.
"It's alright babe." She tells the girl but Santana remains pouting.
"It's not alright. I want to kiss my girlfriend in the comfort of my own room."
Brittany chuckles.
"Well, I kind of want to do more than that," She says pointedly as her hand trails up Santana's side, "But kissing would be a good start. I can wait though."
Brittany finishes her sentence with a shrug. Santana remains pouting for a few seconds until an idea filters into her brain.
"How do you feel about a midnight dip in the pool?" She suddenly asks with a seductively raised eyebrow. Brittany frowns slightly.
"But San, it's not even midnight yet."
"Oh shit, Brittany!" Santana exclaims as her back scraps against the pools tiled edge. "Ow." She follows up when her head clanks softly against it.
"Sorry. It's dark out here." Brittany murmurs in return as she attempts to wade through the pool with her girlfriend's legs wrapped around her waist. She's trying to be careful, really she is, but it's really dark out and there aren't any lights on to guide her.
About ten minutes ago, Santana convinced Brittany (not that it took much) to go swimming in the dark with her. They changed into bathing suits, separately, and giggled as they snuck down to the outdoor heated pool. Santana knows her parents probably saw her, but she's hoping they won't care so much.
Besides, she really wants to get her sweet lady kisses on with her sexy girlfriend.
"Here, I'll guide you." Santana whispers back to the blonde and reaches out to run her hand along the pools edge until they are wading deep enough in the water that it comes up to Brittany's chin.
"Better?" Brittany asks as she comes to a stop and glances up at Santana's face. It's dark out but she can still make out the gorgeous features that smile and look down at her. Santana nods slowly before she adjusts her arms back around Brittany's neck and leans down to connect their lips.
Brittany's hands glide up the smooth expanse of Santana's white frayed bikini top clad back, her fingers feeling every part of the firmly toned muscles as the Latina's lips brush and slide against hers. Santana's right hand comes up and her fingers dance under the blonde's chin before her hand cups that side of Brittany's cheek. Her tongue dips past parted lips and deepens the kiss.
Brittany moans at the feeling, she enjoys it very much when Santana takes control like that. Her fingers are kneading the small of Santana's back with one hand and the area between her shoulder blades with the other as she steps in closer to the Latina and she feels Santana's legs squeeze tighter around her waist.
"Hmmm." Brittany hums into Santana's mouth as she feels the girl's tongue stroke across her own. Her eyes are closed in content but she still notices when Santana's left hand slowly glides up and down her back a few times before her fingers pluck at the baby blue bikini string that holds her top together.
When Santana gets it undone, Brittany leans back slightly to help the girl remove it from her chest, never disconnecting their lips. Santana's hands ghost over her shoulders and down her chest until she takes one breast in each hand and squeezes at the flesh. Brittany groans again.
Lips detach from lips and Brittany's move to Santana's neck as the Latina throws her head back in pleasure and to give her girlfriend more access. Her hands don't stop their motions as they massage and knead Brittany's breasts.
"Have you ever had sex in a pool?" Brittany asks in a hush as her lips continue to brush across Santana's neck. The Latina makes a motion with her head that Brittany manages to correlate as a shake of her head. She smiles into the skin of Santana's neck.
"Me neither. I'd like to though, it seems like it would just be that much wetter." Brittany then husks and Santana groans both at the words and the feeling of Brittany's right hand trailing down her stomach. She nods incoherently, not fully aware of what exactly she's nodding at.
Brittany chuckles and her teeth nibble at that spot on Santana's neck, she'll mark the girl for sure. It sends an electric shiver down her spine.
"I bet you're really really wet right now, aren't you San?" Brittany then husks and Santana nods her head with a release of a strangled whimper just as the blonde's fingers skirt over the material covering her center.
Brittany cups her hand between Santana's legs and it causes the Latina to jerk in her arms and gasp at the feeling. She tweaks one of the blonde's nipples between her forefinger and thumb and Brittany moans at the action.
"Mmm San, that feels really good." Brittany informs her girlfriend leaning further into Santana's touch hoping to get just a little more. Brittany's fingers start to rub circles between Santana's legs, over her bikini bottom and she's about to slip the material to the side when-
"Santana?" Maribel calls from the entrance to the pool area. The patio's a good fifteen yards away but both girls still immediately jerk away from each other for fear of being caught. Santana, being released from Brittany's hold dips into the water and when she breaks the surface it's to watch as Brittany dives under the water with her bathing suit top, probably going to put it on somehow.
The Latina takes a deep breath and turns to watch her mother approach the pool edge.
"Yeah mami?"
"Oh, I thought I heard someone out here. Going for a midnight swim?" Mrs. Lopez asks with a knowing smirk. Santana can feel her skin flush in embarrassment. She doesn't even try to stutter out a reply.
"Your father and I are going to bed, I think it would probably be best for you and Brittany…where's Britt-" Maribel begins to say and as she starts on the first syllabul of Brittany's name the blonde suddenly pops up from under water at the other end of the pool.
"Oh, there she is." Santana watches her mother glance at her girlfriend with an edge of suspicion, she turns back to finish addressing her daughter. "Why don't you girls head to bed as well, it is quite late."
Santana nods solemnly knowing that her mom's not really 'asking'. She waits for the woman to leave before she swims over to Brittany with a pout.
"I guess that's our cue."
Brittany pouts in return.
"So close." She mumbles and her girlfriend just nods to her and returns her sad sentiment.
"I knew I should have waited to tell my parents. Then they wouldn't have tried to separate us like this." Santana grumbles as she stands with Brittany on the threshold of the bathroom the blonde will be using, while the one that Santana will be using is open directly behind her.
Brittany smiles and shifts her hands lower on her girl's hips, she leans down to place a kiss on the tip of her nose.
"It'll be okay baby. Besides, I am so so proud of you. It really meant a lot to me that you told them."
Santana tilts her head and smiles bashfully up at her girlfriend.
"Of course I'd tell them Britt, you mean too much to me to keep a secret from them." Santana whispers and soon Brittany's lips are covering hers. Brittany backs Santana up into the bathroom's doorframe causing the girl to whimper at the action. Brittany's all over her and Santana can't get enough.
She tastes, feels, smells and lives Brittany. The blonde overpowers all of her rational thought and shortcircuits her brain.
(Santana thinks she's okay with that.)
Suddenly Brittany pulls her mouth back from Santana's and sucks in a sharp breath. She's breathing heavily as she rests her forehead against a tan one.
"This is going to be much harder than I thought huh?" She asks, though it's rhetorical and Santana knows it. Does she ever know it.
This is going to be harder than getting stuck between a rock and a hard place. Whatever that means.
"At least we'll get all day tomorrow together as well as the whole weekend coming up." Santana tries to reason, though she knows it won't really make either of them feel much better.
Brittany takes a deep breath and releases it before placing a kiss on her girlfriend's forehead.
"Will you come and say goodnight to me before you go to sleep?"
Santana nods and places one last sweet kiss on her blonde's lips.
"Count on it babe."
Santana is standing just inside the guest bedroom door. The door is closed and she's having a serious inner debate with herself. She's trying to decide if she's just going to go over and tell her girlfriend goodnight, or if she's going to actually defy her mami's wishes and sneak in to spend the night with her.
She'd much rather do that latter. She knows if would be simple.
Brittany is in the room across the hall, which is actually really Santana's room. She knows the blonde hasn't gone to sleep yet, she's been listening and she heard Brittany humming when she came out of the bathroom a couple minutes ago.
Brittany only hums when her minds preoccupied with thoughts of something else, someone else. And when Brittany's mind is preoccupied, Santana knows the girl has a hard time sleeping. Kind of like how Santana's going to have a hard time sleeping tonight if it's not with the blonde.
It's not as though she's dependent on Brittany, when she's not staying at Brittany's she sleeps by herself in the comfort of her own bed for most days throughout the week, but here with her beautiful sexy girlfriend only a hallway's distance away? Santana doesn't think she can just fall asleep with Brittany that close and no way to hold her.
She takes a deep breath, contemplating how her parents are probably very much asleep right now. Besides that, they stay downstairs. If she set and alarm to get up before them, then they'd never be one the wiser to Santana's planned actions. She makes her decision and sets her mind on it.
Opening the door, Santana looks down one way of the hall and then the other, as if anyone would be up there to witness her plans, before she skips across the distance to her bedroom door. She makes no noise, and she silently hopes she's doing the right thing as she twists the door handle and steps into the room where Brittany is staying.
It takes a moment for Santana's eyes to adjust, but when they do, she notices Brittany lying in her bed, the covers pulled up to her chin, with her phone held directly in front of her face. Santana giggles at the cuteness of the situation and Brittany's head whips in her direction. Her bedside lamp flicks on a second later.
"Santana?"
The Latina smirks.
"Hey baby."
A smile stretches across Brittany's face.
"Are you doing what I think you're doing?" The blonde inquires as Santana tiptoes over to her. The Latina bends at her waist to place a kiss on Brittany's lips.
"If you're thinking I'm sneaking into my own bedroom to sleep with my girlfriend then you're damn right." Santana says with bravado. Brittany giggles at her antics.
"Sleep with me huh?" She husks and Santana's throat goes immediately dry and her knees feel a little wobbly. She feels Brittany's hands rest on her hips to hold her steady.
"I…n-not…I'm m-mean…I just…" Santana stutters out completely helpless with words. Brittany has once again rendered her speechless.
The blonde giggles again.
"It's okay San, I'll be gentle."
Santana gulps and nods shakily back at Brittany. What else can she really say?
Brittany smiles and slides back into Santana's bed pulling the covers back with her and exposing her strictly panty covered lower half to the other girl. Santana has to swallow again.
"Let me change." Is all she suddenly says before turning around and walking to her dresser that sits along her far wall. When she steps over to the dresser, she quickly starts to pull off her heavy sweats-if she's going to be sleeping in the same bed as the blonde she at least wants some skin on skin contact.
She grabs a pair of skimpy sleep shorts and goes to pull them on. She glances back towards the bed to see Brittany pouting a little as she watches Santana cover back up her incredible body with more clothes than she thinks is necessary.
"Don't look at me like that." Santana says as she slips her legs through her sleep shorts and pulls them up the tan expanse of skin. Brittany's eyes snap back up to hers.
"Like what?"
"Like you wish you could telekinetically remove my clothes."
Brittany smirks.
"That means take them off with my mind right?"
Santana nods with a seductive smile.
"Well what if I do? I'm trying really hard right now but apparently my power is drained, or limited because it's not working."
Santana cocks an eyebrow towards the girl as she watches Brittany's eyes focus exceptionally hard on her shorts. Santana rolls her eyes but slips the garment back down her legs and steps out of them, leaving her in just her tiny hot pink cotton panties. Brittany smirks triumphantly.
"Haha, yes! My powers are up and running!" She exclaims and Santana giggles and walks over to the bed. She places her hands on Brittany's shoulders as she brackets the girl's hips between her legs, effectively straddling the blonde. Brittany's hands immediately fall to Santana's hips and she swallows dryly as she looks up into brown eyes.
"If I focus really hard do you think I could get the shirt off too?" She whispers and Santana smiles. She leans back slightly and reaches down for the hem of her shirt pulling it up and over her head before reaching out to her bed and grabbing the tank top she left there the when they were last in the room before dinner.
Before she can pull it on Brittany stops her.
"Wait. I want to say hello." The blonde says before leaning in and fixing her lips over Santana's left nipple. She swirls her tongue around the bud and playfully nips at the area around it as Santana's hands tangle in her hair and pull her mouth closer with a moan. Brittany's tongue and lips suck at Santana's nipple as her hands roam down to the supple flesh of a tan ass.
She squeezes the flesh in her hands and Santana's fingers grip tighter at smooth locks of blonde hair as a moan is pulled from the back of her throat. Brittany smirks into Santana's left breast as she proceeds to lavish it with attention.
"Mmm Britt that feels amazing." Santana tells the girl.
Brittany lavishes both breasts with equal attention before she releases one of Santana's nipples with a wet pop, leaving the bud erect. Santana's eyes are hooded as she watches the blonde with heavy breaths. Brittany smiles up at her and then leans up to lick across Santana's collarbone. The Latina moans, everything feels so good but she knows they probably shouldn't be doing this right now.
Her parents are still in the house and probably plotting how to sneak up and check on her, she wouldn't put it past them to do that. And she definitely doesn't want them walking in on anything.
Besides, Brittany looks like she's on the brink of falling asleep.
"Not that I'm complaining Britt, but I thought you were tired?" Santana suddenly speaks into the room and then wishes she could hit herself because What the hell kind of question is that to ask when your girlfriend is sexily making out with your neck and boobs?
Brittany chuckles into Santana's tan flesh.
"Yeah, but I can still sleep kiss you." She murmurs and a laugh vibrates through Santana's body. She places a kiss to the crown of Brittany's head.
"I like the sound of that, but I'd also be okay awake kissing you tomorrow when you're, when we are both less sleepy." She tells the girl and notices how Brittany's energy is quickly fading and the girl's kisses are getting sloppier and sloppier.
"M'kay." Britt mumbles tiredly. She pulls back and then helps Santana resituate herself and rest her head on her pillow before Brittany settles down next to her, lying on her side and smiling over at Santana.
The Latina traces Brittany's face with her eyes before she scoots closer and snuggles into the girl. Brittany allows herself to be wrapped up in Santana's arms and she sighs contently as she buries her neck in the crook of a rose and vanilla scented neck. She stretches her lips out to place a kiss to Santana's pulse point.
"Tell me a story San." Brittany requests sleepily as she feels the Latina's fingers stroke through her hair. Santana places a sweet kiss to the area of Brittany's temple that she can reach.
"What kind of story Britt?"
The blonde appears to deliberate the question.
"And happy story." Brittany says determinedly and Santana smiles.
"Okay, there was a beautiful girl-" The Latina starts but is immediately cut off.
"You have to start it with 'Once Upon a Time' and there has to be a princess!" Brittany interrupts and Santana chuckles at her adorableness.
"My mistake baby," Santana starts to say, "Once Upon a Time, there was a beautiful princess." She then says and she feels Brittany's nod satisfied into her neck so she proceeds.
"She had brilliant locks of golden hair and eyes that rivaled the most amazing blue oceans. Every one that knew her said she was the fairest in the land. She was caring and all the animals loved and respected her. The princess was constantly sought after by an influx of valiant knights in shining armour, dotting princes on white horses and even a few jesters and peasants, but none could ever truly capture her heart.
The princess was seeking something more than that and she didn't want a superficial relationship where someone courted her out of convienence or preference. She wanted the real thing. The real deal. Stuff that fairy tales are made of. After all, she was a princess." Santana then says and she's really starting to get into the story. Brittany listens with complete focus a smile stretched across her face.
"One day she was in the…erm…field tending to the animals that she adored when a fiery duchess from the town across the way stumbled upon her humble place of work and wait. The duchess, you see, had been banished from her own home and told to search for a place in the world with which she could garner a better understanding of herself. So with her wild locks of raven hair and eyes that shone almost black as night, she traveled far far away.
At first, when the duchess stumbled upon the princess, she was rude and ungrateful but the fair and lovely princesses' never faltering and always kind attitude eventually broke down the duchesses' rough and defensive walls. They became friends, and after a while they became more. It was undeniable the attraction between the two, and when they were together it was like they were two pieces of a puzzle that fit together and completed each other perfectly.
The duchess finally found a place she could call her home, with the princess and the princess finally, maybe?, found someone that captured her heart." Santana says and again the breath is stolen from her shortly after she finishes as Brittany crashes her lips into her.
"I definetly found someone." Brittany murmurs against Santana's lips when she breaks from the kiss.
The Latina chuckles as a small smile creeps across her face.
"What makes you think you're the princess?" She inquires and Brittany pouts.
"But who else could it b-" Brittany starts to say but is actually silenced by Santana's lips now capturing hers.
"Of course it's you baby." Santana says and brushes her nose across Brittany's. The blonde smiles and sighs contently. They both settle down and Santana snuggles up behind Brittany, wrapping her hand around her waist and burying her nose into the nape of the blonde's neck, placing a few choice kisses there.
Brittany takes Santana's hand in her own and squeezes it closer to her chest.
"I'm really glad you snuck over to your own room for me San."
Santana chuckles.
"Me too Britt." She says and closes her eyes, expecting to fall into blissful sleep. But Brittany's lasts words bring her briefly back.
"I wonder who that duchess was? Sure was a lucky lady."
"Hey!" Santana exclaims and pinches the blonde who giggles in return.
"I'm kidding San," she starts to say as she raises the Latina's hand to her lips and brushes a sweet kiss across her knuckles. Santana begins to settle down again.
She should have expected her persistently jokester of girlfriend to not be completely finished.
"I bet it's Rachel."
Don't really have anything special to say but this was one of my favorite chapters to write.
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