A/N Op, sorry I broke my daily updates streak..again. I've had work & school leaving me no time to write! / : But it's okay because this is another long chapter! Yay! :D Take note of the tiny time jump though. Enjoy!
CHAPTER 21
One Month Later;
"Can you come over now?" I said into the receiver of my cell phone. "I'm really bored.." I had my phone wedged between my shoulder and ear as I flipped through channels on the tv. "How come nothing good is on whenever I'm off?" I huffed then heard snickering on the other end.
"I know, I wanna leave but they want me to check out some new talent." Santana answered as I heard papers ruffling in the background. "You know I've got to make sure they're awesome before I put my name on them."
"Mhm, I get it." I said as I turned the tv off and laid down on the couch. "I still can't believe you own most of SnixxJuice, that's so crazy!"
"Yeah and I still can't believe you never realized that before." She laughed.
"Well, you did say you were under an alias.." I countered, closing my eyes as I laid my head back against the arm rest of the couch.
"Oh right, I did!" She replied. "I was just trying to see if you were a crazy fan.."
"Am I?"
"Mm, nope. Just crazy hot." I felt myself blushing and rolled over to my side as I held the phone to my ear with my hand.
"Now is it time for you to come over?" I whined staring up at the clock on the cable box.
"Britt, I said it might be just a little less than an hour longer." She said softly. "Believe me, I wanna getz my cuddlez on too.." I smiled at hearing her gangsta voice, she was such a dork.
"An hour?" I groaned. "What am I supposed to do for an hour?" Nothing was on tv, Bella was still in school, and Quinn was working, so that meant I had no one to talk to.
"Hm, well it's a little warmer out today." She began in a cheery voice. "And by warmer, I mean it's still cold as hell but at least the snow's stopped falling. Why don't you go for a run?"
"Well..I have been slacking on running lately.." I answered quietly.
"Plus, it would kill some time."
"Very true, very true." I replied as I rolled over on my back and looked up at the ceiling. "I guess I could go for a short run."
"Yeah, it'll be good for you."
"Okay, well I'll let you get back to work then." I said as I sat up and walked to my room. "Bye San, see you in an hour!"
"Yup, see you in an hour." I hung up the phone and set it on my dresser as I quickly changed into some jogging pants and the matching sweater. I pulled my blond hair up in a ponytail and dug out my headphones from my nightstand drawer before slipping on my cross trainers. I did a few stretches then made my way outside.
Santana was right; it wasn't as cold as it had been the last couple days, definitely good running weather. I scrolled through my music playlists and pressed play as I started at a slow jog to the nearest park. Being a dance choreographer, I had to be in top shape at all times, but since I hadn't gone for a run in about a week, finally stretching out my muscles felt really good. Soon the adrenaline was pumping and I quickened my slow paced jog to a steady run. I didn't realize how much I had missed running; I've always loved taking the scenic routes and seeing all the frost covered trees and frozen lakes put me in such a calm mood.
I didn't start to pant till about 20 minutes into the run and decided that I should probably turn back now. I checked the time and instantly grinned; Santana would be over in less than 30 minutes! The thought alone had me quickening my pace making it able for me to get back to the apartment in exactly 15 minutes. However, once I headed up to the room, I felt incredibly tired. "Maybe I over did it that last mile," I thought as I tried stretching out my legs. I went to the fridge and pulled out a water bottle, downing almost all of it in the span of 20 seconds. I brought the bottle with me as I plopped down on the couch. "I'll just take a breather really quick before I get showered and what not," I said to myself and set the water bottle on the coffee table as I began to slowly scoot further and further down on the couch until I was laying down. "Just gunna rest my eyes for like a minute," I thought and allowed myself to curl up into the couch cushions.
I didn't' realize I had fallen asleep until I started to feel myself being pulled from the depths of my dreams by something, I wasn't sure what though. I still wasn't able to open my eyes yet, and my limbs felt like dead weight. But that something kept on pulling me, making it harder and harder for me to stay asleep. Now I was starting become more aware of my surroundings as I kept my eyes closed; the heater running, the low chatter playing on the tv, the rumbling of the fridge, even the soft hums that came from beside me. I felt a tickle on the tip of my nose and subconsciously scrunched my face at the unfamiliar feeling. I thought I had made it go away, but it was back at it again.
"Britt.." I heard my name being called in a low voice as I struggled with staying asleep and waking up. "Britt.." There it was again, but this time it was a little louder. I felt another tickle again, and realized that it was someone was running their finger along the bridge of my nose. I could still tell that I was lying on my side, and judging by the angle of the person's finger, they were kneeling on the floor next to me. "Wake up, Britt.." This time I could tell who that voice belonged to.
"Mm, San.." I mumbled with a smile and slowly opened my eyes to see the Latina leaning on to the edge of the couch with her finger running down my nose again.
"Hey, Britt." She grinned and brushed some loose hair from my face and tucked it behind my ear. "You know you still have your shoes on, right?" She asked and tilted her head towards my feet.
"Hm, I must've forgotten to take them off." I answered and kicked my shoes off, letting them drop to the floor. I looked back at her and smiled; oh how I've missed seeing her dark brown eyes and those full lips that I wanted to- "Hey, wait, how did you get in here?"
"You should really learn to lock the doors.." Santana shrugged. "I could've been like a killer or something."
"Yeah..but I don't know how to do that." I said blatantly, trying to keep a straight face but failing miserably when she giggled. "Just kidding, I guess I forgot. I didn't expect to fall asleep so quickly after my run."
"Well if you're still tired, you can go back to sleep. I can come back later?" Santana said, but I could tell by the look in her eyes that she didn't want to leave. Good, because I didn't want her to either.
"Uh-uh, I wanna cuddle and watch movies like we planned to!" I cheered and sat up fully. "But first, I'm gunna take a shower." I announced and stood up from the couch. "I feel really dirty and I don't want you to have to cuddle with that." Santana smirked then cocked her head to the side as she stared me down with dark lusty eyes then parted her lips like she was about to say something. "Stop looking at me like that!" I laughed and pecked her on the cheek before walking off to my room to get my shower going. "I'll be quick."
I emerged from the bathroom about 15 minutes later, my hair still a bit damp as it fell around my shoulders. I threw on a loose sweater with a picture of a moose on it and slipped into some skinny jeans before rejoining Santana on the couch.
"All done." I said cheerfully and plopped down next to her. She had been mindlessly flipping through tv channels like I had been earlier until I nuzzled into her. "Mm, whatcha watchin?" I asked as she snuck her arm around my waist and tugged me closer until there wasn't a single centimeter between us.
"I don't even know.." She sighed and looked down at me with a smile on her lips. "You smell good." I don't know why, but I felt myself blushing at the simple compliment and hid my face in her shoulder. "Can you stop being so damn adorable all the time?" She laughed.
"Never!" I said confidently then laid my head on her shoulder until I realized my hair was still damp. "Oh, sorry, I'm getting you wet." I mumbled innocently and picked my head up.
"I mean, just-"
"Wanky?" I sighed, finishing her sentence. She smiled over at me with her forehead creased in confusion. "What does that even mean? You always say it and I don't know why..I feel like I'm missing something." She pressed her lips together like she was trying to keep herself from laughing. "Well? Explain."
"Uh-well.." She began with her cheeks reddening as she stammered. "I-It's nothing."
"Are you blushing, San?" I teased and leaned over to her cheek as gnawed on her lip.
"Wha-no?" She stuttered defensively. "Ethnic people don't blush." Watching her get all flustered was like the funniest thing to me, it only pushed me to tease her even further.
"You're blushing." I smirked then giggled a little.
"Am not!" She huffed then turned her head in the opposite direction like she was trying to hide from me; it only made me laugh more.
"Awh, but I like it though!" I cooed and brought my hand up to cup her chin so I could turn her to face me again. "It's cute." She was trying so hard not to smile, but the twitches in the corners of her mouth were giving her away, she ended up grinning bashfully as our eyes locked.
"Kiss me." She muttered with her eyes staring into mine with determination. I didn't have to be told twice so I brought both of my hands to her cheeks, one slowly making its way into the back of her hair, and kissed her passionately. Like always, I felt her hum, the sound vibrating against my lips as our mouths worked together in a rhythmic pattern.
I loved making out with Santana, aside from dancing, it was my favorite thing to do, but lately it's been getting hard to keep from going further than just kissing. I mean, I've always been a tiny bit handsy, but for the sake of Santana and 'going slow', I mostly kept my hands to myself. I was surprised to see that it was Santana who first slid her hand up under my shirt. That was about 3 weeks ago, and each make out session since then got harder and harder. It took everything in me not to rip off her clothes each time things got heated, but we both made it very clear that we wanted to wait until we were completely ready.
Either way, I haven't had sex in like forever! Ever since my crush on Santana started, I sort of ignored all the other women who wanted to hook up. Believe me, there was a lot! But I didn't find any of them a quarter as attractive as Santana, and I just couldn't bring myself to go further than making out when it came to the random girls who wanted nothing more than sex from me. But I could wait, I could totally do that! Just like waiting to make a move on Santana and the outcome being the greatest kiss of my life, waiting to have sex with this girl that I'm pretty sure I'm in love with would be a million times greater. Our transition from friends to lovers is a very important thing to the girl considering her previous relationship started off as just sex then blossomed into a relationship.
Our lips continued to crash together as our tongues battled for dominance. I could never get tired of how soft her lips were or the way she always tasted like cherries, probably from her chapstick. She took my bottom lip between her teeth and tugged on it gently as she smiled up at me. God, she is so sexy when she does that. My body felt warm; she tended to leave each inch of my skin she ran her fingers down tingling, only arousing me even more.
I didn't know when it happened, but somehow I ended up hovering over the Latina as our kisses turned deeper, almost needy. Her hands were roaming around under my sweater, trailing down the segments of my spine as my hands slipped under her shirt to run along her sides. Feeling the warmness of her skin under my fingertips was enough to get me going, but once I was really going it was hard for me to stop.
What made it even worse was now Santana's thigh just so happened to be rubbing against my throbbing bundle of nerves. I don't think she meant for that to happen since I was kind of cornering her against the armrest of the couch; then again, Santana can be just as sneaky as Bella. I attempted to change positions, but wit Santana's hands gliding up and down my back made it extremely hard to move, especially if I wanted to keep our lips connected. I decided to let her get some air and trail kisses along her jaw instead in hopes that she would be too busy catching her breath to notice me moving away from her thigh.
"Fucking hell, Britt, you're so good at this.." she groaned and rolled her head back further on to the armrest, exposing more skin on her neck for me to shower with kisses. I laid soft kisses along her neck, sucking a little on her pulse point but not enough to leave a hickey, until I had made my way up to her earlobe all while carefully moving out from her thigh.
"Love our sweet lady kisses." I whispered then licked the shell of her ear. She giggled beneath me and turned her head so that she could catch my lips with hers again. Her tongue swiped across my lip as her hands came out from under my shirt and found their way to tangle in my blonde hair. I smiled when I felt her pulling me closer to her body until we were almost pressed together. Man, she is such a good kisser. I always thought I was pretty good, but damn, Santana was so much better. She expertly explored my mouth with her tongue as I tried to keep up with her movements.
I was so turned on and her little moans she would make only got my center throbbing even more. It was beginning to feel a little unbearable, but I didn't want it to stop. My hands started moving further and further up under Santana's shirt, marveling in how soft her skin was, until my fingertips were stopped by the material of her bra.
Second base. This is when Santana would usually push my hands back and tell me to slow down, but this time was different. This time she didn't even flinch, last time she flinched and made me quickly shoot my hand back like I had been bitten, but this time nothing. I thought maybe she was a little preoccupied in playing with my lip that she didn't notice how far I was going. But not wanting to overstep any boundaries, I started to slowly slide my hand back, that is until she stopped me and pushed my hand back up to where it was.
"I want you to feel me." She said huskily as she smiled up at me. I looked down at her hesitantly, but she confirmed her want. "It's okay, Britt." She said in that same low raspy voice that sent a new wave of heat to my wet center. I nodded a little as I inched my fingers over the lacy material of her bra until I was cupping her breast. Damn, is it hot in here or what? The material of her bra was the only thing separating me from some actual skin, but I knew better than to ask if I could remove it. She hummed at my touches and went back to kissing me hungrily.
I was in total bliss as I roamed the new areas she had let me feel and shockingly, the need to rip her clothes off wasn't as great. But then she had to go and start dragging her finger nails over my shoulder blades. If there was one thing that could get me going and send me in a frenzy, it was scratching. I shuddered into the contact, but loved how it felt. Soon the sensations between my legs started to get unbearable, and though she did let me cop a feel, I was beginning to need a little more.
I don't know what came over me, but soon my fingers were playing at the waistband of her slacks. I tried to pull myself away, but my inner horn dog was taking over. Damn, her skin is so soft! And her abs..help! My fingers curled into her waistband, but I didn't make another move. She had pulled away from my lips.
"Britt.." She warned with a smirk. "You know the rules." I instantly blushed and snatched my hands away from her.
"Sorry, I got a little..carried away." I whispered, the pout on my lips forming involuntarily. She snickered and pressed her lips into mine softly. We were just about to get back to it when I heard my cell phone ring. I tried ignoring it, still wanting my sweet lady kisses, but Santana turned her head to the coffee table, disconnecting our lips in the process.
"I think someone's calling you, B." She said then reached over to the table and handed me my phone. I looked down at the screen and sighed.
"Hey Quinn, what's up?" I answered, still hovering over Santana as she batted her eyelashes at me. I rolled my eyes at her playfully and tried to focus on what Quinn was saying. "Oh yeah, that's fine. What time?" Santana leaned towards me and began kissing along my collar bones. "Breathing funny? I'm not breathing funny? I'm breathing normal." Santana lay back trying to stifle her laughing so that Quinn wouldn't hear. "No, really, I'm fine." Santana scrunched her face up at me when I mouthed the word 'tease' to her. "Okay, got it. See you later." I hung up the phone and placed it back on the table then narrowed my eyes on the girl beneath me. "You're mean."
"Why am I mean?" She laughed with her head cocked to the side.
"You made Quinn think I was having an asthma attack.."
"You have asthma?" She questioned with brow raised.
"No..but I could!" I answered confidently only making Santana smile at me affectionately.
"Well, I'm sorry." She replied sincerely and leaned forward to kiss my lips gently then pulled back just an inch. "Won't happen again."
"Somehow I don't believe that." I laughed then lifted myself off of her.
"Wh-Where are you going?" She pouted.
"Hey, that's my thing." I teased and ran my thumb along her bottom lip. "And Quinn can't pick Bella up from school today so she asked me to get her." I replied as I let my hand fall to her knee. "You wanna go with me?"
"Of course!" She answered happily with a big grin. "I feel like I haven't seen Bella in forever."
"Well, it has been like a week..she's a little upset you forgot about her."
"Awh, really?" She said sounding a little sad. "Well maybe we can go out for hot chocolate or something when we pick her up?"
"Oh yeah, she'd love that!" I said and stood up to get my shoes and jacket on. Santana followed as she slipped into her pea coat and boots. I was just about to open the door when she stopped me by holding on my wrist.
"Your hair, Britt, you look like you just had sex." Santana laughed and began brushing through my gold locks with her tanned fingers.
"Huh, I wish.." I teased and pecked her cheek. "Just kidding, let's go!"
The walk to Bella's school was short, but the way Santana clung to my arm as we walked made it seem so much longer. I don't know why, but everything with her seems to go in slow motion. Her fingers sprawled over my bicep and tightened her grip as we walked across the crosswalk. It's the simple things like that that makes my heart flutter. Ever since I told her about my fear of getting lose amongst the crowd, she always held on to me tighter when we were in a busy section. I loved how she remembered even though I told her that months ago, it was meaningful to me.
But the thing is, Santana isn't my girlfriend. Yeah, we've been on tons of dates and we make out like all the time and it's wonderful and amazing, but we weren't official or anything. Our Facebook relationship statuses still remained single and we still referred to each other by our first names. We had nicknames, but no pet names. We actually rarely talked about what we were, we sort of just assumed what the other was thinking.
Me, I believe that San really wants this to work, me and her, that she's holding out for as long as she can to make sure she is positive that this is what she wants. I don't blame her, her last girlfriend cheated on her numerous times and killed her self esteem, leaving her as this hollow shell of an amazing woman. I would be a little skeptical of all my relationships after going through that too! I never really hated anyone before, but just thinking about how Brooke made Santana feel made me really dislike the girl. Just thinking about all the times Santana tried to leave her but couldn't really worked me up. Everyone said they tried telling her to get out, but Santana didn't listen to any of them and remained getting hurt over and over.
But what I don't get, what I just thought about right this second; out of all the people who tried telling her Brooke was no good, of all her friends that tried talking some sense into her, why did she listen to me? I had barely known her for a month, maybe a little longer, before the break up yet she was so quick to take my advice.
"Hey, you okay?" Santana asked as she dipped her head low to find my eyes. "You look like you're in some pretty deep though there.."
"Why me?" I asked breathlessly. "You never listened to anyone else, not even your friends, but you listened to me. Why?"
"Uhm, I'm not really sure what you're talking about Britt.." She said skeptically. I realized I had been thinking and not talking out loud so she had no idea what I had just said, or rather, thought about.
"Kurt, Rachel, even Puck told me that they tried pulling you away from Brooke.." I began as I slowed our walking pace down a little. "They tried showing you how bad of a relationship you were in, but you never listened to them. You never took their advice." We stopped walking all together and stood off to the side of the sidewalk so that people could pass. She stared up at me with a confused look. "But then I tell you that Brooke tried hitting on me and the next day you break up with her. Why is that?" I watched as she chewed her lip, her eyes darting at every crack in the pavement. The longest minute passed before she looked up at me and shrugged.
"Isn't it obvious?" She asked, her brows furrowed and her voice sounding so soft and delicate.
"I think you should know by now that sometimes the obvious things are the hardest for me to pick up on." I answered truthfully. She let a small smile tug at her lips before she took in a shaky breath as she tried looking at everything and anything but up in my eyes.
"You opinion means the most to me." She answered quietly. "Even then, I didn't want to do something like staying in a relationship with Brooke after she flirted with you to disappoint you. I don't know why, Brittany, but from the first day I met you you made quite the impression on me. I could care less what anyone else said, but if it came from you, I'd listen." By the time she had finished speaking my cheeks were sore from smiling so big. "You're important to me, always have been." She didn't make any eye contact with me what so ever, and seeing her look a little helpless made me want to wrap my arms around her and never let her go.
"San.." I cooed and stepped towards her then wrapped my arms around her shoulders. "You are so very special to me." I said in her nest of hair. I felt her nuzzle into my neck then her arms wrapped around my torso, returning the hug. We stayed like that for a couple minutes before I pulled back. "Come on, let's go get Bella."
About 5 minutes later, we arrived at Bella's school. Though there was a sea of little kids running about to their parents, it wasn't that hard to spot the mini Quinn bounding towards us.
"Britty! Britty!" She squealed excitedly as she set her eyes on me. I squatted, anticipating the inevitable 'running jump' that Bella was so known for doing.
"Hey Peanut!" I answered and scooped up the girl in my arms. "Look who I brought!" I said and turned towards Santana who Bella must have not noticed was there.
"Sanny!" She squealed even louder with the biggest grin ever. "Britty and Sanny comin to get me from school? Best. Day. Ever."
"Oh yeah, you've definitely been hanging around me too long." I laughed and adjusted her on my hip.
"Hey Little One!" San replied and brushed through the little girl's hair with her palm. "You know what would make this day even better?"
"What?" Bella asked curiously as she leaned forward a little to Santana begging to hear what she had to say.
"Hot chocolate."
"Yay! Can we get some, Britty, please?" Bella begged with a jutted lip and puppy dog eyes. Wow, she really did learn from the best!
"Sure thing, Bells!" I answered with a poke at her belly. "But I'm not carrying you the whole way, you're getting heavy." I teased and set her on the ground. Bella huffed but then grabbed on to both Santana and my hands as we began walking to the nearest diner to get this girl some hot coco.
"So how was school today?" Santana asked as the three of us sit in a booth sipping on our drinks.
"Fun!" Bella squeaked and started wiggling out of the straps of her bookbag. "I got to color a whole bunch..see!" She pulled out a picture drawn in crayon of stick figures and a little house and tree and sun, it was cute.
"Ooh, very pretty!" Santana cooed and tilted the picture so she could see it more clearly. "Is this you?" She asked as she pointed to the shorter of the group with blonde hair.
"Mhm!" Bella answered the started pointing at the rest of the figures. "And this is mommy, this is Sammy, that's Britty, a-and this is you!" I followed along with Bella's finger as she pointed to each character, but by the time she pointed to Sam, I knew that the last drawing had to be Santana, that's the only one drawn with black hair. I looked up to see Santana smiling down at the picture with such sweetness, it made my heart melt.
"Well isn't that cute?" A voice rang from behind me. Their sarcastic tone caused me to whip my head around. A girl stepped forward, long wavy light brunette hair falling in front of her shoulders as a smirk played on her lips, with hazel eyes darkened with mischief. "Playing house?"
"Seriously?" I groaned as I took in the girl's appearance. "Don't you have anything better to do than stalk us?" Brooked tossed her head back in a breathy laugh as she looked back down at me.
"Oh, don't flatter yourself, blondie, I was just leaving." Brooke sighed with a wave of her hand then let her eyes fall on Santana. "That is, until I saw this beautiful stranger." I clenched my jaw tight at Brooke using that word, knowing that Santana and her had a little bit of history there.
"That won't work on me anymore, Brooke, I've moved on from you." Santana said in a somewhat confident voice that only made Brooke roll her head back laughing again.
"Yeah, we'll see about that." She smirked then walked out of the diner. I was fuming, and if Bella wasn't sitting next to me, I might've acted on my rage. The way she looked at Santana, the way she talked to her, the way she smiled, I did not like any of it.
"Hey, easy killer, she's gone." Santana said softly with a little smile playing on her lips as she reached over the table and stroked the back of my hand with her thumb. "Don't think anything of her." I nodded trying to let Santana's words calm me, and they did.
"Britty.." Bella said quietly as she tugged on the sleeve of my sweater. I leaned down to hear what she had to say. "I-I don't like that lady, Britty, she made you mad a-and she kept smilin at Sanny like a crazypants.." I looked down at Bella and saw the concern in her bright hazel eyes. I tried smiling my best and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.
"Yeah, Peanut, I don't like her either.."