Author's Note: Hi! I missed you guys! So I know it's been a little over ten days, but I needed time to write and stuff, too, so forgive me. I've also been thinking a lot about this other story I want to write, but I'll tell you about that later. For now, enjoy!
Santana smiled faintly down at her coffee as she flicked the stirrer around in the mug.
"…then I flew out here and started looking for a job," Sam finished.
Santana took a sip of coffee and nodded. Sam was never the best storyteller, but it seemed she had never noticed that in high school—or if she did, she chose to ignore it.
Sam grinned. "How about you? What have you been up to?"
"Nothing, really. Well, there was college…" As Santana drifted into her life story, she was reminded once again of how she had overlooked Sam's awful stories. Sam was smiling back at her with that irresistible dorky smile playfully tugged up on one side. And that blonde hair… God, what was with her and blonde hair? But, really, it was unfair how Sam's hair was softer and smoother than hers. Ah, well. At least she got to look at it. At least she used to get to run her hands through it and feel the strands slip through the gaps of her fingers.
Sam laughed at all the right parts of her story and nodded enthusiastically throughout. She remembered now. She remembered how he had made her feel like she was on top of the world. The popular, pretty jock was genuinely interested in her, out of all the other girls at school.
And now, he came back for her.
What was the word? Infatuation?
Yes, she was completely infatuated with him.
Santana dropped her keys into the jar at her doorway and walked into her living room, throwing her jacket and bag off along the way.
"How was coffee?" Brittany asked with a smile on her face. It was a smile you wanted to come home to every day.
Santana smiled back. "It was great." She sat down next to Brittany on the couch and peered over Brittany's shoulder. "Whatcha reading?"
"Cosmo." Brittany had her legs pulled up to her chest, and the magazine rested on her knees.
"Everything in Cosmo is about sex."
"True."
"Anyway, what are you doing here?"
"Reading Cosmo. What does it look like I'm doing?"
Santana rolled her eyes. "I mean, why are you here in my apartment? How did you get in anyway?"
"Puck left his keys with Quinn."
"Oh."
After Brittany flipped through a few more pages, she asked, "Do you not like my being here?" Her eyes continued scanning the pages of the magazine.
"Of course not. I love it when you're here."
"Good."
Santana rested her head on Brittany's shoulder and sighed. "I wish you were here all the time," she mumbled.
Brittany turned her head toward Santana and smiled. In a few moments, Brittany broke from the eye contact, leaving a quick peck on Santana's forehead as she returned to her reading.
"You smell weird," Brittany suddenly said, scrunching her nose. "Sort of like…Sam."
"Well, I was having coffee with him."
"Huh."
At Brittany's flat tone, Santana sat up and shifted away slightly. "At least I told you I was having coffee with him because, apparently, we don't tell each other things anymore."
Brittany frowned. "Santana…I thought we were over this."
Santana looked away, but she knew Brittany was right. They had already gone through this.
Right after Quinn spilled the beans, Brittany had shot Quinn a death glare as Santana stormed out the kitchen. Quinn forced a smile back. "Oops?" she said with her arms raised.
"Oops?" Brittany echoed in disbelief. "Is that all you can say? Ugh, Quinn."
"What? It's not my fault you got me drunk so you could take advantage of me."
"Oh, my God, I can't believe you're twisting the story. You're the one who got me drunk that night."
"Whatever. The point is, you've wanted to hook up with me since high school."
"That's not true."
"Brittany."
"Fine, so maybe I was a little bit curious. But you kissed me first."
"That's because you were drooling all over me."
"I can hear all of this, you know," Santana called irritatedly from the living room.
Brittany glared at Quinn again. "San…," she said in her gentlest voice as she shuffled over to Santana on the couch. "Don't listen to Quinn."
Santana glanced at Brittany out of the corner of her eyes, her arms still crossed defiantly. "Why didn't you ever tell me about this?"
Brittany climbed onto the couch and sat on her legs, her eyes pleading with just a hint of guilt. "I don't know. I didn't think you would care."
"Of course I would care. You freaking live with her. I think you're supposed to tell your girlfriend if you have history with your roommate."
Brittany frowned and played with her fingers nervously. "Santana," she mumbled, "please tell me you're not angry."
After several moments of silence, Brittany searched her brain for more excuses. "It's Quinn. You know I don't think about Quinn that way. Quinn's about as attractive to me as a fat boy who can't stop eating cake." Brittany smiled meekly at her awful comparison. "Okay, maybe that didn't make any sense. I mean, Quinn's way hotter. Shit, I didn't mean to say that. Shit, I didn't meant to say 'shit' either. I know you hate it when I swear."
Santana looked back at Brittany with bored eyes.
"She wasn't even good," Brittany blurted out.
Santana raised her eyebrow at this as an angry "Hey!" resonated from the kitchen.
Quinn peeked her head out and squinted her eyes. "That's not what you said that night."
Santana rolled her eyes and looked away again.
"Quinn," Brittany hissed.
Knowing that Quinn could hear her from the kitchen, Brittany lowered her voice. "Okay, so maybe Quinn wasn't awful, but that was before I met you." Santana's eyes flicked over to Brittany for just a split second, and Brittany grinned to herself as she watched Santana's resolve weakening. Smiling suggestively, Brittany leaned closer to Santana until her lips grazed Santana's ear. "That was before I knew what sex was really supposed to be like," she whispered, "before I knew what it really feels like to be touched, kissed, licked…"
Santana gulped as she felt Brittany's hands slide up her thighs under her skirt. It was ridiculous how just the sound of Brittany's voice humming in her ear could send tingles all through her body.
"I hope you know, Santana," she husked, "that you're the best I've ever had."
A grunt spilled out of Santana's lips, much to her dismay.
Brittany, on the other hand, chuckled at Santana's reaction. "Still…angry…?" she asked slowly, taking her time to drag out each word as she caught Santana's earlobe between her teeth.
"Yesss," Santana managed to choke out.
"Hmmm, I guess we'll have to fix that, won't we?" Brittany's hand slithered higher up Santana's thigh still until her fingertips reached the silky fabric of her panties.
Right as Brittany darted her tongue out and swirled it into Santana's ear, her hand cupped Santana's sex, her fingers pushing down hard.
Santana took a sharp breath at the unexpected contact and glanced worriedly over to the kitchen. "My…place…"
Brittany grinned against Santana's ear. After pressing her fingers firmly into the wet fabric one last time, she jumped off the couch and pulled Santana up with her.
They walked hurriedly toward the door as Brittany called out to Quinn. "Going over to Santana's! Bye, Quinn!"
Quinn poked her head out of the kitchen and eyed the two girls suspiciously. "I thought you were angry with her," she said to a blushing Santana.
"Yeah, well," Brittany interrupted, "we reached a compromise."
Quinn raised her eyebrows. "One that requires the privacy of Santana's apartment?"
"Uh..." Brittany looked around nervously. "Bye."
With that, they left Quinn standing alone in the kitchen, shaking her head with a small smile on her face.
Author's Note: So the update took a while, but see? I repaid you with sexy times. :) About the other story I've been thinking about...it's going to be a multi-chapter fic but a shorter one. It'll be quite similar to this one in terms of the tone and stuff—sort of the same series, if you will. And it takes place on a plane... Thoughts?