A/N: Hey everyone! I want to again thank those who have reviewed, it makes me smile! Hope you enjoy this chapter. Oh, and if there's anyone good with photoshop that would be interested in making a "poster" for this fic, that I can use as the story image, PM me or message me on tumblr (b-b-burntoshine). I'm tired of the gray face, and I'm useless with photoshop :)
"I've got to unlock it, Britt," Santana fumbles with her keys as Brittany attempts to open the door while leaning on her crutches.
"I knowww. I just want to lie down," Brittany leans her head against the door frame.
Santana unlocks the door and holds it wide open. "Let's get you settled on my bed and I'll put the burgers onto plates. You can take another pill now if you need to." Brittany makes her way down to Santana's bedroom. "Do you need any help, Britt?"
"No, I'm fine!" she leans the crutches against the wall next to the bed and carefully maneuvers herself onto the fluffy mattress. She reaches into her pocket and uncaps the bottle of painkillers, dry swallowing a pill. Then Brittany takes out her phone to respond to her parent's message. She sends them a quick text which reads-
'Back from the hospital, everything went fine. See you in 2 weeks!'
She thinks to herself that she should probably call her parents instead of texting, but she is afraid of all the questions that might pop up if she did. "Who took you to the hospital? Who drove you home? Who is going to help you with day-to-day things?" She could just lie and say Rachel, but she's never been great at lying on the spot. Soon enough she will have to face these kinds of questions in person, but as Santana walks into the room with a tray filled with burgers and fries, all is forgotten.
"Are you comfortable enough?" she sets the tray down on the end of the bed. "I can get another pillow from the closet. I think Sarah has a bunch in there."
"I'm good, San. Now sit. Do you want to watch a movie or something?"
"Sure," Santana leans over the edge of the bed for her laptop. "Let's see what I have on my queue. Comedy? Animated?"
"I want to watch something…romantic," Brittany says through a mouth full of fries, one hanging out the side.
"You don't say," Santana leans forward to take a bite of the fry. "Hmm, you taste different."
"Gross, San!"
She just grins and goes back to searching for a movie. "How about Mulholland Drive? Not exactly romantic, but Naomi Watts gets it on with another chick."
"Sounds fantastic to me."
"Cool," Santana clicks play, grabs her plate, and leans back against the headboard.
"Oh, before the movie starts, we should decide when to tell Rachel and Sarah about us moving out. They might not be too happy about it."
"Yea," Santana sips her soda. "We could give them enough time to find replacements, though. I don't think we should just up and leave immediately. Plus, I want to take our time to find the right place."
"Me too. We can tell them tomorrow night, have Rachel over for dinner."
"Genius," Santana leans to her side to kiss Brittany on the temple. "Let them down easy with chicken, pasta, and wine."
"Lots of wine."
One hour later, Santana leans her body against Brittany's side as they stare at the computer screen.
"I don't understand a god damn thing."
"Oh, thank god. Me neither. I didn't want to say anything because I didn't want to seem dumb. But what the hell is happening?" Brittany responds.
"I don't know. When are they gonna get it on already? They've been eye fucking for the last half hour."
"Well if you want to see that, why don't we just watch porn?"
"No way, Britt. If we do that I'll need to go take a cold shower."
"Why?"
"Because I'm not going to sit here next to my girlfriend watching porn and not be able to do anything about it!"
"Who says you can't?"
Santana raises an eyebrow and lies back against her pillow.
"Just because I can't really move doesn't mean you can't have any fun. Hand me the laptop."
Santana smiles ear to ear and passes the computer to Brittany. "Not that I'm not completely turned on right now, but you don't have to do this. Really, I can control myself. We can just watch the rest of this crazy ass movie and go to sleep."
Brittany is clicking away in search of something on the internet. "Actually, this has kind of always been one of my fantasies," she turns to Santana with fierce eyes.
"What are you talking about?"
"Watching you get yourself off."
"Jesus, Britt," Santana growls.
"Maybe this video," Brittany hands the laptop over, "will help you. She's blonde, just your type," she laughs.
"I'd rather watch you."
"You're missing the foreplay," Brittany points at the screen.
"But aren't you going to get all worked up too? You can't-"
"Don't worry about me. It's still fun whether I get off or not."
"You're the greatest girlfriend in the world," Santana tilts her head up to kiss Brittany on the lips.
"I know," she grins. "Oh, look. She's already got her-"
"Wow," Santana leans back to get more comfortable. "Can we try that once you can bend your knee again?" She lazily drops her hand above the waistband of her pants.
"Aaaa-bsolutely."
They sit in silence watching the two women onscreen. Brittany brings her left hand to the back of Santana's neck, scratching it lightly. As the scene intensifies, Santana dips her hand below her black underwear and starts rubbing circles over her clit. Brittany moves her upper body as close to Santana as she can without moving her leg. She keeps stroking Santana's neck and shoulder while watching how her girlfriend starts grinding her hips up into her own hand. The women in the video start moaning loudly, and the sound echoes throughout Santana's bedroom.
"Mmm," Santana rubs harder at her center and tilts her head back in pleasure. Brittany watches how her mouth drops open and her eyes squint shut. Her breaths become short and her back arches as her arm pumps furiously underneath her pants. "Kiss me," Santana gasps and leans up towards Brittany. She connects the distance and catches Santana's moan as her entire body stills. Her hips thrust a few more times as she rides out her orgasm, keeping their lips together. Santana deepens the kiss, pushing her tongue into Brittany's mouth and softly stroking at its counterpart. Brittany brings her hand behind Santana's head, threading her fingers through the dark locks.
"Wow," Brittany breaks the kiss for air.
"Sorry, I just needed to feel you when I…"
"No apology necessary," she laughs. "That was amazing; just how I always pictured it."
"You pictured it?" Santana turns on her side to face Brittany.
"Duh. I would imagine it when I was lying in bed, trying to go to sleep those first couple nights on our road trip."
"Wanky as hell, Britt," Santana shuts the lid of the laptop and gets under the covers. "Well, I'm glad to have been of use to you, as a sleeping aid."
"Who ever said it helped?" Brittany smiles.
The next morning, Santana wakes up to her alarm on vibrate so that she can sneak out of bed. She wants to let Brittany sleep in as long as she can. She throws on sweatpants and a tank top and pads out into the kitchen. Sarah is standing at the kitchen counter, preparing coffee.
"Morning," Santana croaks.
"Hey," Sarah turns around.
"When did you get in last night? I didn't hear you."
"I think it was around 11:30 or so. You want a cup?"
"Sure. Britt and I wanted to cook dinner for everyone. Is that cool?"
"I'm surely never one to turn down a meal."
"Great. It'll probably be around seven," Santana opens the fridge to look for ingredients.
"Awesome, thanks Santana. How's Brittany doing?"
"Good. She slept all through the night. I think the pain meds are doing their job. You don't mind her being here right? If it's a problem, we can stay at her place for a couple nights."
"No, no. Really, it's fine. I'm hardly here as it is. So no biggie. Plus you two are so adorable. It's like watching a rom-com montage in real time." Sarah takes out two mugs from the cupboard.
Santana scribbles a shopping list on to a notepad as Sarah hands her the coffee mug. "Thanks." The two continue to chat for a few minutes. Santana tells her about the publishing deal, to which Sarah congratulates her with a giant hug and a "Why didn't you tell me sooner?!"
"Crap," Sarah notices the clock on the oven. "I'm running late." She takes a large gulp of the coffee, "Shit! Motherfu- that's hot. See you tonight!" she pours the rest of the coffee down the drain and shuffles back to her bedroom.
Santana takes goes back into her bedroom, changes into jeans, and throws her hair into a ponytail. Once she gathers her belongings, she kneels down next to Brittany. She brushes the hair from over her right eye and plants a kiss on her forehead. Santana keeps stroking her thumb over Brittany's cheek to wake her up gently.
"Wake up, Britt," Santana whispers.
The sleeping girl slowly opens one eye, then the other. "Sannn," she reaches her arm out to pull her closer.
"You can go back to sleep. I just need to head out to the store to get some things for dinner tonight. Is there anything you need before I go?"
"Kiss," Brittany replies dreamily.
"I meant from the store," Santana laughs and leans up to kiss her girlfriend on the lips.
"No, I'm fine. That's all I wanted."
"Okay, are you comfortable? Do you want to take a pill?"
"I think I'll wait. It doesn't hurt too much right now."
"Good," Santana stands and brings the covers back up to Brittany's shoulders. "I'll be back soon, I promise," she leaves one last kiss on her lips.
"Bye, I love you."
"Love you more."
Later that night, Santana and Sarah's kitchen is filled with the aroma of Italian food. Santana stirs the pasta boiling on the stove as the three other girls sit around the living room sipping red wine.
"Who wants chicken? Everyone but Rachel?"
"Yup!" they all reply.
"Your cat is awesome," Brittany sits in the chair in the corner, holding out her crutch as Dexter the cat swats at it. "I had one when I was living with my parents, but he mostly just laid around."
"Are they still coming for Labor Day weekend?" Rachel asks.
"Yea," Brittany settles back into her chair. "T-minus ten days."
"Have you decided what you're going to tell them?"
"I want to tell them about Santana," Brittany catches her girlfriend's eye as she is plating the food at the table. "I just… I still have no idea how they're going to react."
"Well, no matter what happens, you'll have your friends here."
"Cheers to that," Sarah lifts her glass. "But I hope everything goes well, Brittany."
"Thanks, guys."
"Dinner is served!" Santana unties her apron and throws it down the hall. She goes over to Brittany and helps her up out of the chair.
"This looks amazing, Santana. I didn't know you had it in you," Rachel says as she sits at her plate.
"I'm full of surprises," Santana says, thinking about the next surprise she is about to drop.
The girls settle down into a silence as they fill their mouths full of chicken and pasta. Santana gulps down the rest of her wine and clears her throat.
"Okay, now here's the part where I say there's a reason I invited you here tonight."
"Alright," Rachel laughs nervously.
"I'll cut right to it. Since I am now more financially stable, and because I love this girl so much," she grabs Brittany's hand next to hers, "we are going to move into our own apartment."
"That's so great!" Sarah shouts. "I knew you would go for it eventually. More wine to celebrate!" she reaches for the bottle and tops off their glasses.
"Thanks, Sarah," Brittany replies. "I'm pretty excited about living with this dork."
"Congratulations, you two. I thought for a second you were going to tell us you were getting married," Rachel laughs.
Brittany looks out of the corner of her eye to Santana, looking back at her with a small smile.
"And you know we can find the people to sublet our rooms. You won't have to do any work," Santana insists.
"Or Rachel could move in here," Brittany says through a mouthful of pasta.
Sarah swallows her wine and turns her head. "That's not a bad idea. Rachel? Feel free to say no, I won't be offended."
"Hmm, Santana's bedroom is much larger than mine….Will you guys all help me move my stuff?"
"Absolutely!"
She pauses for a moment, tapping her finger on the glass. "And you'll invite us over to your new place for Karaoke Thursdays?"
"Every Thursday?" Santana chokes and Brittany elbows her. "I mean, yes."
"Alright then, let's do this thing!" Rachel knocks back the rest of her wine.
Over the next two weeks, Brittany spends most of her time in Santana's bed surfing the internet for apartments and playing with Dexter. Santana goes to work at the bar a couple nights and finds a lawyer to look at her contract. He tells her that everything looks standard, so she returns to Mary's office to complete the deal. They look over a timeline for Santana to work towards and get into the types of songs that Mary wants to hear. It still doesn't feel real to Santana, until the moment she receives her advance. Santana had never held a check like that in her hand, and she feels as if any second now someone is going to run up and snatch it from her. She goes straight to the bank and deposits it into a savings account out of that very fear.
Friday night rolls around, and Brittany and Santana are getting ready to meet Brittany's parents at their hotel for dinner. Santana puts on her best pair of earrings that match her turquoise wrap dress. Brittany is sitting and curling her hair. She wears a black skirt that just barely covers her knee brace and a light purple blouse.
"They know I'm coming right?"
"Of course, Santana."
"Just checking," she starts pacing back and forth. "Do you have your purse? Where's my purse?"
"It's on your bed, and yes, I have my purse. Are you alright?"
"Huh? Yea, I'm good. Are you? Let me get your shoes. Which ones are you wearing? The black ones with the straps? Or the-"
"Santana," Brittany interrupts her. "I'm supposed to be the nervous one here."
"I'm sorry," she runs her hands through her hair. "But I'm meeting my girlfriend's parents. It's kind of a big deal. What if they hate me?"
"They could never," Brittany sets the curler down on the vanity.
"What did you tell them when you said I was coming along tonight?"
"I asked them if I could bring someone. They didn't ask who."
"They're not going to be expecting a guy are they?"
"Maybe. I don't care because you are going to charm them the moment they meet you."
"We should have a code or something. Like if you decide you're not going to tell them, just scratch your left earlobe."
"How James Bond, but I'm feeling good about tonight."
"Really?" Santana walks over to Brittany sitting.
"Yea, when I woke up this morning next to you… I just thought of how you everything to me. We have our own future, and I love my parents, but if they can't accept it, then…I don't know, I'll have you."
Santana leans her hands on the back of Brittany's chair and kisses her softly. "Always," she pecks her lips once more, "You ready?"
"As I'll ever be."
A/N: I decided to make dinner with Britt's parents its own chapter. Sorry, you'll have to wait a bit longer!