A/N: If you haven't watched ep. 4x04 I don't recommend reading this author's note.
I don't even want to talk about The Break-Up. I will only say this: I believe in them- they will make it through this!
Okay, on with Offense.
IWantsToGetMyBrittanaOn: Haha love the username and glad you like the story.
Rosetoast: Oh no there's not, I just needed an excuse for Santana and Quinn to be alone lol.
Jessie: Lol at all your consecutive reviews! Thanks for taking the time:)
Enigmatic Kebab: Yes those are their thoughts! But I don't want a Bram relationship:,( Unless Santana comes back, gets SUPER jealous, and fights to get her back. Then Brittana forever:)
Cami: Don't worry my mind's in the gutter too;) And I totally cried on the Brittana scene ToT
Iara: I promise you there will be more jealous!Britt soon!
Cafe-Broadway: Unholy Trinity is my favorite friendship!
Singlevow: She'll be skeptical but not for long.
DaDa: Santana is a vixen and Quinn is a sweetheart.
Glee4ever123: Oh you won't have to wait long;)
Booknerd4+snixxwanky: Quinn was so much fun to write last chapter! But gaaah long chapters are so hard to write!
Whihumph: But in a good way right?
Snixxjuice214: I agree, Quinn needs to be in Glee Club;)
Dafuq33: We're still a little ways away from that but it will happen...
Gleeeeeeek89: Again, there will be more jealous Britt. More then you think but not enough to worry about:)
Guest: I don't know what a GPOY is...and there will definitely be more gushing.
oxmaryxo: I was tempted to earlier in the story but I want my Quintana friendship to stay intact sorry:(
M206: I think we can all agree that that is one of the things we love about San!
Offense: The Best Defense
I Won't Say I'm In Love...At Least Out Loud
"YOU WHAT?"
"I umm..." Santana stuttered, equally surprised by her Freudian slip," It was just a figure of speech! I don't-"
"You love her..." Quinn said in disbelief.
Santana didn't know what to say. Part of her was saying 'NO, HELL NO I'M NOT IN LOVE!' and the other part was saying, 'well, maybe...'
"I..."
"You LOVE her!" she repeated.
"Quinn just stop saying that word for second," the brunette sighed, putting her hand in her face. Shit, how did this happen? Why would she say that if it wasn't on her mind? So she was definitely thinking about it in some way...She chanced a glance up through her fingers only to find the blonde staring and smiling her creeper smile at her.
"I-I need to go. I need to think...and stop looking at me like that," Santana glared before getting up.
"Okay, okay take all the time you need!" Quinn said a little too eagerly," And you know loving her wouldn't be a bad thing. Again, I'm not judging and-
"QUINN!" she exclaimed, cutting off her rant.
"Right, sorry..you need thinking time." Santana shook her head before starting for the door, she thought her friend was way too invested in her relationship," Wait, San...?"
"Yeah?"
"So was the date really that good?"
The cheerleader smiled shyly to herself. Despite these new thoughts she still thought,
"It was perfect."
Needless to say Santana avoided Quinn and Brittany for the rest of the weekend. She had locked herself in her room and thought. People do that, right? When they just lie in bed and stare at the ceiling and tried to sort out their lives?
Love.
The word seemed so...foreign to Santana. She never got the impression that her parents really loved her and all her grandparents had the same mindset as them so 'family love' was never really given to her. And obviously she'd never liked someone romantically enough to love them. Puck was her only steady 'relationship', aside from the couple of one night stands here and there, and God knows she didn't love him.
That left friends, which she never had a lot of so really, Quinn was it. She loved Quinn like a sister but it was completely different than the way she felt for Brittany.
...but did she love her?
The brunette knew she never had such a strong connection with anyone else ever before. She never felt so attracted to anyone either- like, seriously her body went crazy whenever she was with the blonde. Her heart sped up, she was more aware of herself and with someone as sexy as Brittany Pierce she got really hot and a little trembly. One look from those blue eyes made her knees go weak.
She shook her head quickly.
She didn't want to get side tracked.
Brittany was also so easy to relate to and talk to, Santana wished they had become friends sooner. She made her feel safe, like she didn't have to worry about her parents or status or school or her sexuality. Labels melted away when they were together.
...is that what love was?
Santana sighed heavily. Why did she have to slip? Why did Quinn have to take her words to mean that? She was just joking around but...
At the same time she was a little grateful. As much as she hated to admit it, she wanted that perfect romance. The one's that you see on TV or in movies, or in old couples who still go grocery shopping together or in those mushy teenage ones he always scowled at. The fairytale endings.
Santana Lopez wanted to be loved.
...and she wanted to love someone back.
"San...Saaaan..." a familiar voice whispered in her ear.
"Mmhuh...?" Santana mumbled.
Then her lips were attacked.
Like, full on lips on lips, tongue in her mouth kiss.
That woke her up real fast.
She didn't have time to process where her darling girlfriend came from or that she was barely awake or that her parents might be downstairs- all that mattered was that Brittany's lips were on hers.
Then they weren't.
"Uhhh!" Santana whined, her eyes finally opening only to be met with devilish blue eyes. After that mind blowing kiss she couldn't help but want more.
"Morning babe," the blonde said cheerily before pecking her lips again. Thank the spaghetti monster in the sky she didn't have morning breath. Brittany then proceeded to get on her bed so that she was sitting on top of Santana.
Though still tired the brunette managed a smirk.
"Y'know if I keep waking up to your awesome kisses I'm going to start expecting it to be a reoccurring thing."
"Good, because I plan on having it happen more often..." she said before leaning in and kissing her again.
Kissing Santana always made her want more, but she knew she had to respect her.
This time it was Santana's turn to pull away.
"Woah wait...not that I don't want you here but, what are you doing here? And how did you get in? Oh shit! My p-"
"San Relax!" Brittany interjected before giggling. The cheerleader thought a giggling Brittany was one of the cutest things she's ever seen.
"Look I climbed in through the window- which by the way was way to easy and you should really lock it so no creepers can come in the room- your parents are gone and can't a girl just sneak into her girlfriends room and wake her up with a mind blowing kiss these days?"
Santana stated at her for two seconds and 'I love you' immediately ran through her head. She almost said it out loud but she caught herself and said,
"Geez, another sentence like that and I'll think that Rachel possessed your body or something..." she grinned. Brittany gasped dramatically.
"How DARE you compare me to the hobbit! If you keep being so mean I'm not going to make you breakfast anymore!"
"Breakfast?" she said excitedly," You were going to make me breakfast?"
"Well yeah I was! Before you were so mean..."
Suddenly Santana sprang to life, launching herself at Brittany so that she fell backwards and the brunette was on top of her. Then she started her assault on her neck.
"How can I make it up to you...?" she said hotly as she pressed soft, wet kisses along the blondes collar bone causing her to shiver. Brittany felt her toes curl and her skin tingle as arousal shot through her and a soft moan was forced out of her.
"Keep doing that..."
So she did.
Santana may not have been as experienced as Britt but that didn't mean she wasn't experienced at all. In fact one might say she was pretty skilled in the pleasing department.
Once again the urge to just have Brittany took over her- it grew stronger and stronger each day.
The blondes hands moved down to her back, under her shirt where she was stroking lightly.
Santana's kisses got wetter and sloppier as she trailed downwards and started to un-button her shirt.
"San..." Brittany whined," Stop..." her actions didn't really match her barely there protest as she arched her back up and into Santana's kisses. She was half way down now and she was nipping the skin at the top of Brittany's breasts.
"It doesn't look like you want to stop..." the brunette teased. Her hand started wandering up her stomach which was now completely exposed.
"You've been holding out on me baby. I know you want me and you know I want you, too. I think we've waited long enough. Give me one good reason why I should stop..." with that her hand slipped under the blondes bra to grip at the soft supple flesh there.
"Shit..." Brittany exhaled, somewhere between a moan and a whimper. Despite the fact that Santana had only touched Brittany's boobs one time she figured they worked the same as her own and that groping and touching her already hard nipples would feel good.
Cautiously she pinched her peak and reveled in the sound her girlfriend made before squeezing her eyes shut and gasping ,"San..." hearing her name being said like that by her made her so wet she knew that her panties were completely soiled.
Brittany opened her eyes and looked into Santana's. They were so warm and dark, filled with lust and passion and...something else that got Brittany's heart racing faster than it was. She was never one for eye contact or feelings but with Santana everything just felt so right.
She wanted this. Just as much as Santana did if not more.
Not being able to deny her girlfriend or herself she rolled them over.
"You should stop...so I can focus on making you feel as good as I feel..." Brittany breathed.
"But I wasn't-" the brunette started. Not fair! She really wanted to finally see Britrany's boobs...
"Santana my first time with a girl was in a bathroom stall at a shitty bar. I want your first time to be special. I want our first time to be special."
"Britt-" she wanted to argue that she wanted that, too. That she didn't want Brittany to do all the work.
"Just let me..." Brittany faltered and avoided eye contact for a second before looking back into deep brown eyes," Let me take care of you."
Santana looked up and saw adoration among the desire in her favorite pair of eyes. Along with...that look she's been seeing in herself these past couple of days. Brittany did have a point though...
She nodded ever so slightly and her blonde smiled down at her before bending over her to connect their lips passionately.
Santana couldn't describe how she was feeling even if she tried. The first thing she identified was excitement. As immature as it sounds she was so excited to FINALLY be intimate with Brittany. All the pent up sexual frustration was really getting to her and as they kissed she couldn't help how her hips rolled. The second emotion was nervousness. That maybe she would do something weird during or that when it was her turn to please Brittany she'd fail miserably. Her next emotion was-
Well she couldn't think because now Brittany was sucking at her lower lip while tugging at the bottom of her shirt- silently asking permission to take it off.
Eagerly, she lifted her hands up and Brittany tore the article off. Santana was sad when her lips didn't return and was about to protest when she opened her eyes.
The dancer was blatantly staring straight at her chest because, oh yeah, she wasn't wearing a bra.
"Oh wow..." Brittany almost sighed. It was a happy sigh, a bewildered one. Man, she thought that Santana's boobs looked good with her shirt on but with it off...they were perfect. Perfectly round, perfectly pert, perfectly tan. Her nipples were dark and pointing straight at her. They made her mouth water and her sex throb. Never had a pair of breasts turned her on this much and trust me, she's seen a lot.
"Take a picture it will last longer..." Santana said cheekily. She was seriously turned on and Brittany's staring wasn't helping- she was craving her touch.
As if snapping out of a haze, the blonde looked up at Santana's face who looked a cross between annoyed and amused.
It was sexy and cute all at the same time and it got Brittany's head spinning.
Not wasting anymore time she leaned back in to kiss Santana's lips, simultaneously cupping her breasts.
Santana's boobs were pretty big, especially for her body size, but Brittany's fingers were long and it was like they were made for each other.
Knowing to start slow she started to gently squeeze and massage. Then she lightly trailed her thumb across her hard nipples eliciting a loud moan from the goddess beneath her.
"You're so hot San..." Brittany breathed, Santana didn't even try to reply. Her mind was a bit preoccupied.
Brittany went back in to kiss her but kissed the side of her mouth then continued to her jaw and her neck...until finally her throat was grazing her girlfriends nipple.
As soon as her warm mouth enveloped Santana's hardened nub the brunette's hands flew into blonde hair and her whole body pressed into Brittany's as she panted.
"That feels so good Britt..." she groaned.
Brittany licked and sucked with expertise, making sure to give both breasts equal attention. She swore she was enjoying pleasuring Santana as much as Santana enjoyed being pleasured.
"Britt..." she half whined," I- I need..." she didn't know exactly how to finish the sentence. She never asked anyone to fuck her before- they usually weren't waiting for an invitation. But now...she was literally desperate for Brittany's touch. Her hips were moving upward searchingly and her whole body was buzzing. She needed Brittany inside.
And Brittany knew that.
She moved back up to kiss Santana sweetly.
"Just tell me if you want me to stop okay?"
"Britt as much as I love that you're being sweet I really just need you to fuck me. Like NOW." Yeah, she didn't really care how rude that sounded, if her sex wasn't given attention soon, she was going to flip shit. Brittany made her body react in the most torturous of ways.
"You got it," the blonde winked. She moved down again, stopping to admire her tight abs with her tongue. Her salty skin and rippling muscles made her just want to make out with her stomach all day.
'I could totally lick whipped cream off these abs' Brittany thought to herself, 'Oh well, maybe next time.'
"Britt stop teasing!" Santana half-moaned she was literally going to go insane.
Brittany chuckled and didn't even bother apologizing. Before she pulled down Santana pants and underwear in one swoop.
"You're beautiful..." she almost whispered when she was completely naked, because she was literally awestruck with how amazing Santana looked. She was the most gorgeous thing she's ever seen.
The way the blonde was staring at her made Santana even more aroused. She spread her legs in a welcoming gesture. She was surprised that she didn't feel nervous, she actually felt...comfortable. Brittany made her feel safe even when she was exposing her whole body to her.
"You're so fucking wet San..." Brittany said, almost mesmerized.
"It's all for you babe...please..."
Without wasting anymore time Brittany settled herself between her legs and closed her eyes at the scent Santana was giving off.
She couldn't wait to taste her.
Eagerly she gave Santana's beautiful pussy a long stroke with the flat of her tongue eliciting the loudest moan from Santana yet.
"Fuck Britt!" she screamed. The sensation she was getting was incredible and she had barely done anything.
Brittany wrapped her arms around her body to support her back as her tongue teasingly dipped to apply light pressure to her tight ring of muscles before going up to her clit and lapping small circles around it. Santana was literally trembling. Her skin was on fire and her heart felt like it was going to slam out of her chest.
A boy never did this for her, they always focused on their own pleasure and didn't really care about hers. Brittany was solely focused on her and she felt like she was going to cry with how much emotion she was feeling right now.
But how embarrassing would that be?
Then she felt the blondes tongue thrust into her and she grunted as her hips bucked into Brittany's face. She couldn't stop her hips from moving in time with her thrusts.
"Oh YES...feels s-so good..." she panted, barely aware she was saying anything at all.
Brittany loved how vocal the Latina was being, loved that she was pleasuring her so well. The feeling of her tight walls clenching around her tongue was sensational.
From the amount of practice she's had, she knew that her girlfriend was close. So she changed her position and moved back up to suck and lick at her clit.
Santana was about to protest that she wanted her back inside until two fingers were roughly trusted into her.
"FUCK!" she screamed as she felt her orgasm approaching rapidly. She felt so full all of a sudden, the stretching giving pleasurable pain she felt like she was going to explode.
"Fuck HARDER! FUCK ME HARDER BRITT!" she yelled. Brittany complied and Santana bucked rapidly into her. She was drenched in sweat and she didn't even realize how loud she was moaning or the string of four word explitives that we're coming out of her mouth.
She had never felt this good in her life EVER. This reward was more than enough for the weeks of sexual frustration she had to endure. All the kisses and the touches and looks and feelings led up to this moment and-
"FUUUUCK! BRITTANY!" Santana screamed as she climaxed. Everything tensed up until she exploded with pleasure, her sight blurred for a second as she felt waves radiate within her. Santana felt like she was on cloud 9, like nothing in the world mattered except for her and Brittany. Her breathing was erratic and Brittany's fingers continued to push in and out of her to help prolong her release.
As she came down her heart was still rapidly beating but she felt a sort of calm, relaxation. Probably because Brittany was wrapped around her and looking at her with that charming smile she loved so much.
"Hi..." she said simply.
"Hi," she replied lazily," That was so fucking awesome. Thank you." Santana felt like a loser for saying 'thank you' to her girlfriend after she gave her the most mind-blowing orgasm but fuck it, her brain was too mushy to think of anything else. Plus it totally was awesome. Perfect, like Brittany. She wished she had sex with girls a long time ago it felt so good.
"Your welcome," the blonde giggled," So...I was really that good?" Santana cuddled into her, burying her head in Brittany's neck. Brittany liked the way Santana smelled of sex and her.
"It was seriously the best feeling ever I love-I loved it." 'So close Santana! Stop slipping! Brittany might be commuted to you but that doesn't mean she loves you. Keep your mouth shut'. Santana thought to herself. If she said 'I love you' (which she was now certain she did) she would be crushed if Brittany didn't reciprocate those feelings...or if she left her because of it...
She would be devastated.
But it was official, Santana Lopez was in love.
"And I really want to try to return the favor-" she started, wanting to not focus on her discovery. That is, until she was promptly cut off.
"Oh SHIT San!" Brittany suddenly exclaimed as she looked at the alarm clock on Santana's bedside table," We're late for school!"
Neither girl got breakfast that morning as Brittany had originally planned. They were both half an hour late to school but neither of them minded much- at all really. Needless to say they looked pretty suspicious walking into class late together.
"Ladies! Why are you late to my class?"
"Woke up late ma'am," Brittany said cheekily.
"Separately!" Santana added. The teacher glared at them.
"Lopez, first tardy is a warning. Pierce, detention! Take your seats!" Santana took her seat next to Puck grudgingly. She didn't want to be apart from Brittany even if it was only by 10 feet.
'Wow. Clingy much Tana?'
Brittany took her seat by Quinn.
"So I take it breakfast went well?" the shorter girl asked. Brittany had texted her earlier to a) see if Santana's parents were gone and b) to make sure that she didn't go to the cheerleaders house like she usually did in the morning.
"Yeah it went really well..." she said distantly, smiling like a madwoman. Even though they were late and hungry and she was pretty horny the morning was perfect. Santana looked beautiful when she came...
"I know that face!" Quinn suddenly said," You two had sex!"
Brittany's eyebrows shot up and she immediately blushed. Before she wouldn't care that Quinn knew about her sexcapades but with Santana it was different. It was private.
Just between them.
"Quinn..." she warned.
"Oh my god you look so cute right now. You're trying to look mean but I can totally see how hard you're blushing." Brittany quickly looked away from her.
"Stop it Q..." she didn't know what else to say.
"Fine fine, but...oh my god. Was that your guys' first time?"
Sometimes Quinn was just too mosey for her own good.
"Quinn..." she whined, silently. She couldn't do anything without making a scene.
"Ms. Fabray! Keep it down back there!" for once she was thankful for Ms. Doosembury's super hearing.
"Sorry..." Quinn mumbled. Brittany sighed in relief. She was safe from her best friend.
...for now.
Letting her mind wander she stared at the back of her girlfriends head and the little bit of the side of her face she could see from her angle. She was so pretty she could stare all day.
This morning was...magical.
She couldn't wait till they were alone again. Honestly, it didn't matter if Santana never touched her, she would be content with just pleasuring Santana.
Wow how things have changed.
Then she saw something move in her vision and her eyes narrowed. As their teachers back was turned Puck was leaning over and whispering something in her girlfriends ear. She smirked when Santana pushed his head away before glaring at him but Puck kept talking.
Why the fuck was he talking to her?
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Santana was thinking about her morning as well, in fact it was almost like she could still feel Brittany's finger's pumping in and out of her. She had been so wet for her...wetter than she had ever been before...
Then Puck 's obnoxious voice shattered her daydream.
"So what was up with you and Pierce coming in together?" his hot, onion stayed breath tickled her neck and she went with her instinct, which was physically putting her hand on his face and shoving it away.
"What the fuck Lopez?" he hissed.
"We happened to run into each other in the parking lot. My parents kept me in the morning," she lied, but as she predicted the mention of her parents shut him up, at least temporarily. He knew who they were.
"So who are you going to homecoming with?" he asked non-chalantly.
"Why the fuck are you still talking to me?"
"I'm just trying to be nice, is that a crime?"
"If it was it wouldn't the first one you've committed." He ignored her.
"Look if you have no one to go with I-"
"Stop right their Noah. I thought I made it clear that I want nothing to do with you. Sure, I'm sorry for stringing you along but I don't like you. I never did."
That shut him up for the rest of class. But only because he was selfishly thinking,
'No one can resist the puckasaurus...there's got to be a reason why she doesn't like me.'
Brittany wanted nothing more then to grab Santana's hand and hold it in hers, or kiss her on the cheek, or even carry her books! but she couldn't, she knew she couldn't. So she settled for standing at a reasonable distance away from her as the girl opened her locker.
"What was Puck talking to you about?" she asked, a little harshly.
"Nothing he was just being annoying as usual..." she replied sticking a textbook in her locker. Brittany looked at the ground as she mumbled,
"I really hate it when he talks to you..." when she looked back up Santana was looking at her with that sexy smirk plastered on her face.
"What?"
"... You look really hot when you're jealous..." Santana said lowly.
"What?! I- I, psh. Like I would ever be jealous of that egotistical little dickhead..." truth be told she was. At least she had been...back when Santana used her to make Puck jealous. But Santana was hers now.
Santana slammed her door shut.
"Seriously, so fucking sexy..." she winked leaving Brittany's throat dry and her panties wet, then she leaned in to whisper," And by the way I still plan on returning the favor. I haven't even got to see you naked yet..."
Brittany was surprised she didn't moan embarrassingly loud.
"I'll see you later Britt," Santana smiled sweetly before sauntering away, leaving the blonde to gawk after her.
This secret relationship thing was going to be harder then she thought.
A/N2: Oh you have NO idea Britt-Britt;)
I hope you guys liked this chapter- THEY FINALLY (SORTA) HAD SEX! But hey, who's excited to see how Santana fairs at lady loving? And there's still the Glee Club to deal with...and y'know the rest of the school vying for the attention of the two hottest girls in school! So much to look forward to! :D
Thanks for all your support everyone! Seriously over 900 reviews? I'm over the moon thank you all so much! Please tell me how you felt about this chapter and have a nice day!