Chapter 18:

Conversations and Confessions Pt.1

Santana P.O.V

Brittany's apartment

The next day.

I sat on my girlfriend's couch and with that observation I immediately paused. Is Brittany my girlfriend? I know we've unofficially been together for like a day… but is it too early to ask? Or should I just call her my 'lady friend'? Oh my god, no… who says the term lady friend?! It sounds like a stereotypical code name for prostitute. Britt's too hot to be a prostitute… Maybe a stripper? Uhmm She'd be good at giving lap dances… I mean have you seen her body? Plus she's a dancer after all... No, too dirty, all that men fawning over her. Hell no. Maybe a burlesque dancer? Do they give lap dances? Maybe Britt could do a striptease fo-

The wildly vibration of the controller in my hand shook me out of my thoughts. What The Hell was that? I look blankly at the flatscreen TV in front of me while the images of mythical creatures flash on the screen. Ladies and Gentleman the mind of a horny teenager. Taking an innocent thought and turning it sexual. I chuckle quietly at my thoughts.

"You're laughing yet your character just got obliterated by a dragon?" I turned around to Brittany sitting with her legs found on the kitchen and a smirk plastering her thin lips. "I'm guessing that's not point of this game."

I turned back to the screen just as my character faded away and the 'load screen' came up. My eyes shot wide and a loud groan escaped my lips. Shit, now I have to do everything from over. I pressed the load button and reloaded to my last save point.

"San, you're such a geek. Who knew?" It sounded like that last part was a question directed at herself. "What game are you playing anyway?" She jumped off the kitchen counter, grabbed her coffee and made her way next to me on the leather couch.

"Skyrim." I smiled at her as she sat down with her legs almost clutched to her chest and the coffee mug pressed to her lips. God. She's so cute. "Well actually… It's called 'Elder Scrolls: Skryrim'. It's the fifth instalment in the 'Elder Scrolls' series and in this one you are what's called a 'Dragonborn'. The game takes place a couple of hundred years aft-" Brittany put her finger on my lips and hushed me.

"Babe, you're rambling and even though I love it when you speak nerd…" She took her finger from your lips and you already miss her so near to you. She flicks her thumb in the direction of the TV. "You just got killed again."

"Oh my god, not again!" I shouted dramatically at the screen as my character died on screen with an arrow to the knee and to the chest. The blonde gave a loud laugh.

"For a game geek, you suck at gaming…" She said between laughs as she put her coffee down on the designated table. I put my hand dramatically on my chest, feigning offence.

"That is such a fucking lie, I am an awesome gamer. It's just that you're distracting me." I gave her a cheeky smile.

"Are you saying you'd rather spend time playing with this game than…" She paused mid- sentence. Quickly she straddled my thighs as she caught me off guard and completed her sentence. "… spend time playing with me?" She turned around got a small remote off the coffee table and immediately knew what was going to happen as Rihanna's thick beat started to play throughout the room from her docking station.

Strip clubs and dollar bills.

"Fuck…" I breathed out as she pulled her hair from her bun loose. The clapping heard in the background of the song seemed to be egging Brittany on.

(I still got my money.)

Patron Shots, can I get a refill?

(I still got my money.)

She ran her hand over my arms and pulled my arms slowly to her waist. Her touch leaving a trail of Goosebumps on my caramel skin. She started to grind into me and I could feel her muscles and bones move swiftly under my fingertips each time she rolled her body into me.

Strippers goin' up and down that pole.

(I still got my money.)

Four O' clock and we ain't going home.

(I still got my money.)

She threw her hands up in her hair and as I let my hands wonder up her clothed torso she opened her eyes and gave me a look as to say 'You cannot touch higher.' All I could do is nod dumbly as she went on.

Money make the world go 'round.

(I still got my money.)

Bandz make yo' girl go down.

(I still got my money)

Lots more where that came from.

(I still got my money)

She grounded her body into me and shook her ass a little when Rihanna sang 'Money make the world go 'round.' And popped her ass out when the 'Bandz make yo' girl go down.' Part played. What Brittany did next shot arousal straight through my body and landed up where else? My throbbing core. Oh great! If I wasn't already horny... She somehow spread my legs which caused her move her body much closer to the source of my heat. I felt my face get hot.

"Brittany…" I moaned not-so-quietly.

"The look in your eyes I know you want some…" Brittany voice turned seductive as coyly looked at me and sang the verse. A more than audible moan escaped my lips.

"Fuck it!" I grabbed Brittany by the chest of her white shirt and smashed her lips to mine.

Brittany responded immediately and reached up into my hair and grabbed the hair she could. She slid her pretty pink lips over my moist plump ones. My hands slide down from the grip on her shirt, over her chest and I can swear I can hear her breath hitch. I can feel her lips shivering in anticipation. I slide my hands lower onto her hips and I can feel her letting out a small puff of breath on my lips.

"Tease." She whispers loud enough over the beat of Rihanna's harmonizing.

"You make it sound like you don't enjoy it?" I graze my teeth on her bottom lip; I latch on and give it a firm tug, which earns me a moan tumbling from her lips. Success!

Throw it, throw it up

Watch it all fall down.

Watch it fall down from the sky.

Pour it up, Pour it up.

That's how we ball out

I slip my hands under Brittany's shirt. Just as my fingertips make their way up the ridges of her rips I feel her gasp. I take the opportunity to lick her bottom lip in order to gain entrance. Just as her mouth opens, her mouth her phone rings.

"Not again." I sneer angrily as reaches for her phone in the back pocket of her jeans.

"Baby…" She reaches out and grabs it out her skin tight jeans. Wait… Did she just call me 'baby'? She pressed green answer button and holds it to her ear without looking who is calling.

"Whoever's calling please don't call again. You're interrupting my sexy time!"

And with that she pushes end call and throws her phone across the room. That was so hot. Chest heavy, hair wildly, lips swollen, shirt ridden up and voice husky. My ovaries just exploded.

At her words the air froze in my lungs and I became unable to speak. Come on, Santana! My brain shouted at me. Say something.

"Uhhhhhrrrrr…"

I don't mean speak in retard you dumbass!

"Cat got your tongue?" Her cat like blue eyes pierced down at me with a sensual smile covering her features.

"Well…" It seems that your mouth and your brain are working together now. "…If you'd have the sexiest girl you've ever seen basically in your lap, wouldn't you be speechless too?" I said while trailing my hands up and down her thighs. At the end of my sentence Brittany gently cupped my chin and lifted her hand to make me face her. You could still see the faint dust of red on her cheeks from blushing.

"Sometimes you are so cute." She said with an adoring smile.

"Aren't I always?" Brittany chuckled quietly and shook her head slightly. She pulled me closer and the second her lips touched mine I was floating. It wasn't like the passionate one we shared earlier, it was short and sweet. It was more about savouring the moment than anything.

"And how is it that you can go from incredibly sexy to adorably cute in less than two seconds flat?" I asked as I pulled away. My lips were still buzzing.

"And how is it that you can go from a geeky idiot to charming idiot?" She retorted as she played with a piece of my dark chestnut hair.

"Only for you." I smiled at her and held my hand over hers than was playing with my hair. Suddenly I got an idea. "My heart stood still so did time and space. Never thought that I could feel real again, but the look in her eyes said 'I need a friend."

"Did you just quote a song from The Lonely Island?" She laughed at the random, but sweet lyrics that were being sung at her.

"I jizz right in my pants every time you next to me and when we're holding hands it's like having sex with me…"

"You don't have to sing it. I can feel it." She looked down at my crotch.

"Britt!" I slapped her on her shoulder which caused her eyes to snap up from my crotch to my face.

With an innocent smile she dragged out the word 'what'

"You know what Britt!" I playfully kept punching light jabs at her thighs. She then grabbed my hands lightly and pulled me into a kiss. I'll never get used to this. I felt the temperature rising between us from the kiss as hands started getting bolder. It got to a point where we were so lost in the moment that we didn't hear the doorbell ring nor the jingle of the key in the door slot.

"Brittany, dear!"

The sound of an older woman's voice echo throughout the apartment.

"Shit, my mom!" She scrambled off me. Her what?!

"Your mom?!" I harshly whispered. She told me her parents live in Los Angeles and hardly ever come to New York.

"Aaron said they were only coming tomorrow." She mumbled to herself as she fixed herself and it seemed that she tried to erase every particle of me off her. Whoa that hurt… Wait! She knew her parents were- My thoughts got cut off by the introduction of another person in the room, a person looking exactly like Brittany, just an older version. This has to be Brittany's mother, the infamous Susan Gemma Pierce.

"Mom!" Brittany screamed in mostly horror covered by fake excitement.

"Who is this?" She brushed off Brittany's greeting and glared at me.

"This… uhmmm… is.." She scratched her head. "…This is my friend, Santana…"

Ouch.

"Who was just leaving." I added onto her sentence as I turned off the Playstation 3 and got my phone along with my sling bag.

"San..." She pleaded with her bright blue eyes.

"Nice to meet you, Mrs Pierce." I threw a polite smile at her mother as I passed by her and headed to the door. I could faintly hear Brittany telling her mother she'd be right back.

"San… Santana!" She huffed behind me.

"What?" I hissed and I could see how wide her eyes had gotten at the sound of my voice.

"Babe… don't leave."

"Britt…" I sighed out as I pressed my right hand on the front door ready to open it. I turn to look at her. Big mistake as her face looked like I just killed her puppy. She carefully cradled my left hand, silently begging me not to go.

"I have to go. You have to sort out whatever brainwashed bullshit Charlie may have told your mom. I'll be here for you…" I smiled and used my hand that was previously on the door to cup her face. "I'll always be here, but you know you have to do this alone. It will be worse of I was here."

"I know, I know. You're right." She leaned into my hand, closed her eyes and sighed. "How are you more mature than me right now?" We both giggled at her words.

"Call me when you are done 'kay?" She nodded slightly and frowned when I took my hand way from her face. "I wanna kiss you goodbye, but your mom might show up any second."

"Yeah…" The blonde bombshell turned around and looked if her mother was about to make an appearance.

"Well I gotta go. Bye Britt." I wrapped her arms around her neck as she did that same around my waist. She gave me a long tight squeeze then let go, but before I let go I pressed a kiss under her ear.

"Bye…"

Brittany's P.o.v

"Bye…"

I watched as Santana pushed the door of my apartment open and slipped out the cold winter air. I sighed and turned around and walked to the longue where I hoped my mother didn't hear any of our conversation.

"So mom, what are you doing in New York a day early?" My mom looked around until she saw me behind her with my arms crossed at my chest.

"How did you know we were com…" Confused features swallowed her face until something clicked. "Aaron told you, didn't he?"

"He did." Was my simple response.

"Of course he did." You could almost feel her rolling her eyes. You always knew Aaron would always take your side when it came between you and your parents.

"So I am going to ask again mom, what are you doing in New York a day early? Better yet why are you in New York in the first place?" You got a feeling you already knew the answer, but you needed to confirm it.

"You know why I am here, Brittany." She sat on the couch next to where you and Santana sat. Your mom crossed her legs and brushed off some lint off her winter coat before she looked up at you again. "And I really don't understand where all of this is coming from? I mean Charles has always been a gentleman."

"Firstly mom…" You started. "He was cheating on me." I deadpanned.

"You cannot prove this Brittany, dear…"

"Cannot prove this?" You raise your voice as you begin to feel a bit hot under the collar. "He came home almost every night late and-"

"He was just working late." She butted in and gave up an excuse. I looked at my mother with shocked features. It was almost, if not, the exact same response Charlie gave.

"Santana was right. Charlie brainwashed you!"

"Charles did no such thing. You are being ridiculous." She waved off the accusation. "But that Santana girl on the other hand…" She left her sentence open.

"What about her?" You start to become nervous. She knows that you bisexual, but she has never accepted it.

"I thought you were done with this in college, Brittany! I thought after Charles that this… this thing was just a phase."

"Mom! I told you and dad that this was never a phase. It's part of who I am!" You clutched your arm and pressed your nails into your skin just too keep yourself from shouting at your own mother. "And how do you know about me and Santana?"

"Besides Charles' suspicion about the two of you, the phone call I gave to you earlier and the fact that Santana was here…. I put the pieces together." My mother said in a triumphant voice.

"Y-you're the one that called…?" You stutter out nervously and you wish you weren't in such a lust filled haze to just look who was calling.

"Yes, darling and by your choice of words I could hear exactly what was going on." You begin to blush excessively at your mother's words.

"We didn't have sex!" You blurt out.

"Who didn't have sex?" Another rough voice enters the conversation. In comes your father with Charles in tow with usual smirk on his lips. How you ever found that attractive you'd never know.

"Miss me?" Charlie says with his sly voice and I know this conversation just took a bad turn.

XOXOX

A/N: Yeah I have no excuses. Lol

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