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There may or may not be some hinting at sexy times in this chapter. I'll never tell.
AUGUST
Night 8
It's only been a few hours since Shelby reprimanded Brittany and Santana for their 'indiscretions' in the POD kitchen but Santana still has chills running down her spine from the experience.
Even though Brittany had stopped herself from do anything to Santana, the girls had still gotten caught in a moderately indecent situation. Shelby had walked in and immediately exclaimed,
"Are you two kidding me right now?"
And even though Brittany, and even Santana were quick to attest that they hadn't been doing anything bad or wrong, Shelby didn't seem to be buying it.
"We never have sex in the complex." Brittany had blurted out, much to Santana's embarrassment. Like they needed that validation, she hadn't particularly wanted to make an announcement of their sex lives.
It didn't seem to matter because Shelby just shook her head at them and made them follow her into her office where she fitted them each with a week of separation from each other while at the complex, to start. The whole ordeal was to be dished out to them on the following Tuesday, the moment that Shelby saw them.
Shelby was dead serious about the whole situation and informed them both that if they didn't abide by her rules than Santana would loose all her earned volunteer work and not be allowed back, and Brittany may loose her rights to Lucky.
It was harsh, but Shelby is a take no prisoners kind of girl. (Though Santana kind of suspects that Shelby would never actually take Lucky from Brittany, and she's pretty sure she couldn't legally do that anyway since Brittany signed a contract for the dog and what not, but still Santana recognizes that Shelby is not messing around.)
So Santana and Brittany find themselves getting ready at their respective houses in preparation to meet up with each other later and go to Rachel's party together. Whether or not the party goes well, Brittany has promised that she and Santana will make good use of spending time together this weekend, and try to get out of their systems what they can.
Good luck with that, Santana had said, but nonetheless she finds herself slipping into one of her extra tight figure hugging mini dresses. The blue one, with black stripes, and making sure that her hair and makeup are exceptionally flawless. She wants to look good for her girl and make Brittany want her, even if she knows she doesn't have to dress up to do that.
Her phone chimes on her bedside table and Santana sets her eyeliner down and walks over to pick it up and check out whom the message is from. A smile crosses her face.
I'm really not trying to be a creepo but what are you wearing? XX Britt-Britt
Before Santana has a chance to reply another text bubble pops up from Brittany.
For serious, I want to know so that I don't wear something that contrasts horribly. Also, I'm kind of curious because I want to guess what underwear you're going to put on underneath it all ;)
Santana snorts at that one and quickly types a reply.
Wanky! I'm wearing a blue dress with a white jacket. And who says I'll be wearing any underwear?
Not two seconds later.
Don't tease me! It'll already be torture enough not getting to be all cuddly with you for most of the night :(
Santana frowns at that. She doesn't want to hide anything, but she also doesn't want to get bombarded with questions about her and Brittany on a night she just wants to relax and hang out with her girlfriend.
I'll make it up to you baby.
Santana types back and waits a few more seconds.
I have no doubt about that Santana Lopez. See you in a few love :)
With that, Santana finishes touching up her makeup, smacking her lips together once she's applied Brittany's favorite lip-gloss. She fluffs up her hair giving the mirror a sultry look in preparation of providing Brittany with the same one in a little while and smirks at her success in making herself look damn hot.
Santana knows she's hot, but sometimes she likes to make herself look even more so. Especially if Brittany is the one who's going to see her, and appreciate it.
She gives herself a wink, feeling a rush of playfulness, and diverts her attention to the top drawer of the dresser that her mirror rests on. Opening the drawer, Santana skims the surface layer of undergarments debating on which particular color and style panty she should pick out for the night. She wants to wear something extra sexy, if only to tease Brittany with it until the girl can take them off her.
As Santana is contemplating on whether or not to go with the black lace with the bow in front or the silk thong, her eyes skim over the other thing she has been keeping in the drawer. She reaches down and gently takes the long rectangular velvet box and sets it on the surface of her dresser. With a glance over her shoulder to ensure that her door is closed, Santana pops open the lid of the box and takes a look at the item still resting wrapped in a satin cloth inside.
Santana reaches down and carefully takes a hold of the satin cloth and tips the object from its confines. She holds it in her hands, tipping it slightly from side to side and judging the weight and balance. The object, a gift for Brittany that Santana purchased some time ago and is simply waiting for that 'perfect moment' to give to her, is beautiful in a way that Santana hadn't ever really thought about.
She's not completely familiar with such things, not in this way at least, but she finds it rather intriguing and can honestly not wait until she gives the gift to Brittany. Mostly, she wants to give the gift to Brittany because she wants to see her reaction to it, but also because she really wants Brittany use it.
Glancing over the object one last time, Santana fits the item back into its satin cloth protector and places it back in the velvet box. Closing the lid, she slips the box into her purse and makes sure to tuck it down far enough so that if Brittany glances into her purse she won't readily spot the box.
Santana smiles to herself as she considers the scenarios that could occur after she gives Brittany the gift. It could lead to quite the exciting evening. She also considers the other things she wants to give to Brittany tonight, in particular a set of words she's been thinking about saying since her best friend gave her a figurative kick in the ass about the whole thing.
Her heart flutters at the mere thought of saying those words.
She takes a deep breath and returns her attention to the selection of garments in front of her. It takes a moment but Santana finally decides which panties she thinks Brittany will appreciate the most. It only takes her a second to grab them and slip them on before Santana is rearranging her dress and then grabbing her purse and heading out of her house.
"So I'm gonna go with black. Even though red seems to be more of a favorite for you, I would guess that you would want to be a little less clashy tonight, and since you don't own any blue…yet…my guess is black." Brittany says aloud as the two of them ride in Santana's car to Rachel Berry's house.
Santana glances at her girlfriend curiously. She's not sure what spurred this topic of conversation, and she is further unsure of what exactly this conversation is about. She raises her eyebrow at Brittany and receives a smirk in return. Brittany leans across the car and rests her palm high on the bare skin of Santana's exposed thigh before she whispers out seductively into Santana's ear.
"I'm talking about your underwear babe, you know, the ones I'm going to be peeling off of you later this evening just before I render you senseless with orgasms?"
Santana's heart drops straight out of her chest and directly between her legs and the grip she holds on the steering wheel tightens until her knuckles turn white. She can't even formulate a reply because images of Brittany doing just what she's said are suddenly very active in her mind. Brittany giggles wickedly from her seat and stretches out as far as she can to peck Santana on the cheek.
"Breath baby, we'll get there in due time."
Santana just nods and tries to squeeze her legs together as subtly as possible.
When she pulls into an elaborately decorated driveway, complete with shrubs in the shape of what Santana could swear are some kind of large dinosaur, she realizes that she never even comprehended that Rachel Berry comes from a moderately rich family. From appearance of the estate alone, Santana would say they are almost as rich as her own family, but of course not near as renowned.
She lets out a low whistle as she pulls around the driveway that has an actual fountain, a fountain for craps sake, and parks in an area a few yards from the entrance to the Colonial styled white house. Santana quickly notes that the house could actually be considered a mansion.
"Wow, I didn't know the Berry's were so well off." Santana admits as she gazes around a tad star struck before she remembers where she is and who's house exactly she's being awed by. Brittany chuckles from her seat to the right and soon enough Santana feels her girlfriend's calm breath against her cheek.
"Yeah, her dads were pretty big on Broadway back in the day."
Santana nods, decidedly impressed by the knowledge Brittany has bestowed upon her before she computes the entirety of words that her girlfriend just spoke.
"Wait, dads? As in two?" She asks turning to face Brittany, not at all surprised that the blonde has invaded her space once again and blue eyes stare at her adoringly from only an inch away. Brittany smiles and leans in to place a kiss on Santana's lips.
"Yes San, as in two." She says as if it's the most commonly known thing in the world. Santana's about to reply but Brittany is already sliding herself out of the car and turning expectantly to look back at her.
"You gonna get out? All the fun stuff will be happening inside." Brittany says with a wink before she turns and makes her way towards the Berry's very large two-door oak set entrance. Santana quickly scrambles out of her car and rushes to Brittany's side, she's not about to walk into this likely disaster solo.
She reaches out and takes Brittany's pinkie finger in her own and smiles at the girl. Brittany grins back and dips back down to plant one more kiss on full lips before she bops Santana's nose and straightens up.
"You ready?"
Santana airs out a dramatic sigh as Brittany knocks on the door and then proceeds to let herself in.
"Ready as I'll ever be for a Rachel Berry party. Chick better have alcohol." Santana says before she is dragged through the Berry door and into a world of uncertainty.
Turns out that Rachel "I Still Have a Hard Time Actually Having Fun" Berry's idea of 'alcohol' are a few extremely low-end wine coolers and a bottle of flat champagne.
Santana immediately dislikes this party.
About the only thing keeping her here is Brittany's grip on her hand, which, if she's being completely honest, she suspects has gotten more firm because Brittany probably senses Santana's inherent need to get the hell out of there and so in an effort to prevent that she is holding onto her tighter. Santana can't really complain about that, Brittany's touch is magical in all shapes and forms.
Besides, it provides a wonderful distraction to Santana as she concentrates on both the handhold and the sound of Brittany's voice to get her through the night. Unfortunately, as it would turn out, the universe has other ideas about how her night is going to go and everyone and their rightful mother has decided that tonight will be the night to get to know Santana Lopez a little better.
Kurt approaches her first. Santana finds that despite the fact that she and Brittany have only been here for…she glances at the clock on the wall…about an hour and twenty minutes, and it's only a little after ten-thirty, Kurt is quite plastered and entertainingly so.
"Satan!" Kurt's usually high voice seems to raise a few octaves higher in his inebriated state. Santana cringes, both at the pitch as well as the nickname. It's not so much that she doesn't like it, it's just she wishes that it had come out of his mouth a little more badass sounding.
And you know, maybe not from a boy who is drunk off of two wine coolers mouth.
When Kurt reaches her he makes to say something but his eyes bug out of his head and he slumps forward a little barely catching himself on Santana's shoulder.
"If you blow chunks anywhere near me, but most importantly on me, Fairy Emperor I swear you will find every single last one of your coveted Alexander McQueen boots missing from their respective places, never to be seen from or heard of again." Santana threatens in her most deliciously serious voice. It certainly perks Brittany's interest as she turns from her conversation with Quinn to glance at her girlfriend interacting with one of her other best friends.
Kurt's face becomes pained and horrified as he both registers Santana's words and the ominous truth behind them. He swallows anything and all of everything that was threatening to come up and forces his body to stand up straight. After taking a moment to compose himself, Kurt finally speaks again.
"Oh Santana, you slay me with your words. Sometimes I do forget how very similar we are." Kurt says, although is comes out more slurred than he had intended. Still, it causes a predictable reaction from Santana, because she immediately pulls her scrunched up nose and otherwise revolted face at him.
"There is nowhere in this universe where we are even remotely similar. Please refrain from ever saying anything like that again." Santana deadpans. Kurt stares at her blankly for a few seconds before he bursts into a fit of laughter.
Of course, Kurt and laughing typically don't go well together. He's always so demur in his actions and when he laughs he tries his hardest not to move the rest of his body, which essentially has him looking like a seizing, uncomfortable person rather than someone who is genuinely laughing.
Actually, it's kind of humorous in its own way.
"That's what I mean! Right there! You have such a way with words Santana and it is delightful. Tell me, as it seems most words and sentences and statements simply flow from your mouth, why is it so hard for you to tell Brittany those certain three little words?"
Santana's whole body suddenly stiffens. Her breath catches in her throat. Next to Kurt, she watches as both Brittany's and Quinn's eyes go wide. Heat creeps up Santana's cheeks and she can feel a desert dryness coat her throat. She hadn't anticipated that particular situation arising at such a party but now that it has Santana is at a loss for what to do.
Thankfully, the Fairy Emperor's Fairy boyfriend swoops in and rescues Kurt from what would have been, undoubtedly, a very harsh verbal smack down. That is, if Santana could get her words to work.
"Okay sweetie, I think you've had enough for now. How about we go and take a seat on the couch and you can tell me a little more about Liza." Blaine says as he wraps his arm around Kurt's waist and coaxes the boy in the opposite direction of Santana's fire filled eyes.
Quinn remains glued to her spot for another moment before she seems to snap out of it and realize the situation she's in. With a clap of her hand she stands from her seat.
"Well, I think I hear Rachel requesting help in setting up the karaoke machine. I'm just going to…yeah." Quinn says with one more glance at the frozen statues of Santana and Brittany before she turns and heads off in the direction of Rachel's small stage area.
Brittany swallows a lump in her throat. She's entirely torn at the moment. On one end, she's kind of glad that Kurt said what he said because in all honesty she's been wondering why Santana's hesitant to say the words to her, beyond what Santana has already explained. But on the other end, Brittany is terrified that Kurt's words will have set Santana's progress back even further.
From the looks of Santana's terror stricken face, Brittany suspects the latter is more than likely. She takes a small step towards her girlfriend.
"San." She starts to say, quiet and reserved. Santana's brown eyes snap up to meet her blue and Brittany can see that anguish and turmoil that swirl in their depths. She notices the faint tremble in Santana's bottom lip. Brittany reaches out slowly with her hand and is heartbroken when Santana flinches away from her.
"Britt I…" She speaks, her voice aching with sorrow as she drops her chin to her chest. Santana blinks a few times and shakes her head at herself. She looks back up into Brittany's eyes.
"I'm sorry Britt, I…I need to get a drink." She says and heads off towards the bar area leaving Brittany hurt and confused. Before she can follow after her girlfriend, Brittany and the rest of the group of kids are interrupted by a loud bang. It turns out to be the door swinging back and colliding with the wall as it is kicked open by a leather jacket, sunglassed, alcohol totting Mike Chang.
"Let's get this party started!" Mike shouts as he struts in and over to the bar area, the whole while every single one of the L.I.F.A.A kids is staring at him in wonder and apprehension. Mike sets four bottles on the bar top, a bottle of Tequila, a bottle of Vodka, a bottle of Whiskey and a bottle of Rum. Santana is the first to snatch the Tequila from its resting spot with a nod towards her friend.
It's not long after Santana has poured a hefty dose of the gold liquid into a Solo cup and added a splash of OJ and Grenadine to it that a few of the other patrons make their way to the bar area and start pouring their own amounts of alcohol and mixed drinks. Brittany watches from afar, hurt and disappointed. It isn't until Quinn walks up to her with a solo cup filled with Rum and Coke that Brittany decides maybe she needs to let loose a little to.
Maybe that will help all these pains and feelings subside, at least for a little bit.
Eventually, Santana approaches Brittany again later in the night. She feels terrible about what happened earlier, but she's still not good with dealing with feelings but especially in a crowd full of people whom she doesn't really know or particularly like. They're okay, she supposes, but they're not like her best friends or anything, but she can tolerate them to a point.
It's just that Santana feels that even if she were friends with them, stuff between her and Brittany should still stay just that, between them, unless of course the situation desperately calls for it.
As it turns out, tonight the situation will desperately call for it.
It starts out innocently, like most things do at any high school party that involves alcohol. Someone makes a suggestion.
Santana is situating herself on the couch next to Brittany who is talking animatedly with a very drunk looking Rachel. When Santana sits down on the side of the sofa closest to Brittany, it takes a moment before her girlfriend turns to look at her. The look that is spread across Brittany's face is not one of love or admiration, it's actually quite the opposite and it immediately scares Santana.
"Britt, can we go somewhere and talk?" Santana asks in a whisper and gulps as she watches Brittany's eyes narrow as she draws her solo cup to her lips to take a sip of the dark liquid. Even if Santana hasn't been by Brittany's side the entire night, she has been watching after her girl and she's noticed that Brittany has been readily consuming almost any beverage that has been placed before her.
Brittany's lips part as if to reply to Santana, but she never gets the chance because just then, a suggestion is made.
"Who's ready for some ka-ree-oh-ke!" Rachel exclaims from Brittany's other side, fumbling through her pronunciation, and actually making it slightly more entertaining. As the shorter brunette jumps from her seat, Brittany jumps from hers as well, excitement exuding from her body. She claps her hands together with a 'yay!' and makes her way towards the stage with Rachel, leaving Santana behind without a second glance.
Santana watches, an unfamiliar hurt tugging at her heart, as Brittany and Rachel whisper in each other's ears and then throw their heads back in a hearty display of laughter. A few seconds later, Brittany appears to make a suggestion to Rachel who nods in excitement and then skips over to the karaoke machine and grabs two mics. She hands one to Brittany and then fumbles with a few things on the machine before a song starts to play.
Brittany smiles from her spot on the stage to the dozen or so other people in the room, Santana's heart flips a little and the pain subsides momentarily as Brittany actually makes direct eye contact with her last. Brittany averts her eyes an instant later and that cold dark painful feeling returns to Santana.
That is of course until Brittany surprises her again.
As a familiar beat drops from the speakers at the sides of the stage, Brittany starts jumping up and down pumping her hands in the air in succession with the music. Rachel sings the first verse, and Santana finds it very easy to ignore every line that comes out of the smaller girl's mouth, especially with Brittany dancing next to Rachel on stage like she owns the damn thing.
And she might as well.
Both of the girls on stage synchronize through the chorus, but Santana can tell that Rachel is desperately trying to be the one more outwardly heard while Brittany obviously doesn't give a damn. After all, the stage is her dance floor and she knows how to work it. The next part of the song starts up and Brittany raises the mic to her lips and sends Santana a coy look.
Santana tries not to let her heart fall to her stomach, but it's kind of a difficult task. Brittany opens her mouth to sing and when the lyrics follow, Santana has to swallow at the sexiness that oozes from Brittany when she swings her hips and licks her lips in her direction.
Santana can't move, she can't breath, she can't think-about anything besides Brittany and the way she's running her hands suggestively up and down her body and through her hair-in tandem with the lyrics. Brittany's only looking at her every so often, usually during the more provocative lyrics, but Santana knows that her girlfriend is doing this whole thing for her.
The only thing she can't figure out is whether or nor Brittany is doing it to torture her, though that's a given, or to test her and see what she'll do. Santana realizes Brittany is being quite bold singing so suggestively in front of everyone else, despite the fact that she is clearly plastered beyond redemption.
It should make Santana nervous that Brittany's singing, and the lyrics that are falling from her lips are hinting at something more than just friendship between Santana and herself, and it's becoming quite obvious that the rest of the L.I.F.A.A kids are picking up on that, but really all Santana can think about is how sexy Brittany is being and how jealous it makes her that everyone else gets to see that.
Santana takes a step towards the stage, it's Rachel's part again and she's winding the song down, so Santana figures she'll have a chance to casually coax Brittany from the stage before she does anything that could severely embarrass the blonde later when she's sober. Unfortunately, if you can call it that, Santana is not quick enough.
Brittany already has her cream blouse off and is tugging her ruffled pink top she was wearing underneath off by the time Santana gets to the side of the stage. Brittany flings the garments to side stage, leaving herself in just a sexy pale green bra that looks as though it was tailored specifically to fit Brittany curves and receives a few howls of approval from the (drunk) males in the audience before she reaches down to her jeans zipper and starts to undo them.
Luckily, again that's subjective to the viewer; the next part of the song starts and Brittany has to pause from her task when she realizes it's her turn to sing. But that doesn't stop her from swinging her hips again and running her hands tantalizingly slow down the smooth toned porcelain skin of her chest and abs as she does so.
Brittany also makes it a point to step closer to Santana, who has climbed onto the stage and is inching closer to her girlfriend while trying to remain inconspicuous. Brittany sends a wicked smirk in Santana's direction before she saunters over to the girl, who suddenly freezes as all the attention is drawn on them, and Brittany runs her hand, palm flat, down the center of Santana's chest.
Inhaling sharply and trying not to let that tingling white hot buzz that's spreading through her veins and over the surface of her skin distract her, Santana takes Brittany's hand before it gets anymore inappropriately (at least in front of a crowd) lower and tugs the girl towards her. Brittany, thinking it's a game, giggles and spins around so that her ass fits right up against Santana's front, directly between her hips.
Santana tries to stifle the moan that bubbles up in the back of her throat, but Brittany's persistent, and exceptionally skilled, grinding against her makes it far too impossible. Just as Brittany looks seductively over her shoulder with a wink thrown towards Santana and reaches out her hands to grip the Latina's and try to place them on her hips, there's a loud scratching noise and the music and lights go dead.
"Sorry! I'm sorry!" Santana hears Stan call from the corner of the stage where all the wiring to the speakers and karaoke machine exists. She immediately recognizes Stan's bumbling feet have tripped over and pulled free the power plugs to all of the machinery. An irritated groan rolls through the crowd, mostly the drunk guys though Santana does notice Quinn sporting a disappointed look and she suspects that it's because she can't watch her dwarf sing and dance anymore.
Santana takes that moment to pick up Brittany's blouse and urge the girls arms back into the sleeves and buttons up a few of the buttons before gently taking her hand and leading her off the stage. Brittany doesn't protest, instead she goes with Santana readily and is even on the verge of snuggling back up to her girlfriend until someone makes another suggestion.
Santana doesn't know who says it, but if she ever figures it out she'll punch them in the throat and then hug them, in that order, for the situation it brings her and Brittany.
"Let's play spin the bottle!"
In a heartbeat, Brittany is throwing her arms in the air again and letting out a 'Whoo!' and Santana desperately hopes that her girlfriend is not one of those girls. Noticing she's not going to be able to entice Brittany away from anything in her girlfriend's current state, Santana picks up her solo cup of disguised vodka, which is really just water, and follows after Brittany as she heads over to the circle that's forming between the L.I.F.A.A kids.
Santana figures she might not be drunk, but she can act like it to a) get out of playing this ridiculous game, and b) have a rage fueled outburst when Brittany inevitably lands or gets landed on by someone and Santana will lay a smack down before anyone else's lips touch her girlfriends. Secrets be damned, her and Brittany's relationship is about to go public to these kids if that's what it takes.
She watches with trepidation as Mike takes the first composed spin, a smug smirk on his face and his eyes trained on Tina who sits in the circle across from him and between Brittany and Kurt. The bottle spins a few times in its position on the hardwood floor until it slows to a stop and is pointing at someone.
The group murmurs a collective giggle as they all notice that the bottle is pointing not at Tina, whom Mike had so desperately wished for, but at Kurt. The pale-skinned, perfectly manicured boy stares wide-eyed at the football boasting jock that sits across from him. Mike looks terrified, not put off because he has anything against boys kissing boys it's just that he himself doesn't fancy kissing another boy.
"Umm." Mike says and searches the faces of those around him, all of whom are looking at him expectantly. But it's Blaine who speaks up first.
"Alright Michael, just a quick one. I don't enjoy watching my boyfriend's lips pressed against anyone else's, as cute as you may be." The high-water pants totting boy with a bowtie to match says in his precociously flitty voice. He receives a few chuckles in response to his words before a few people start egging Mike to get on with it.
"Oh just get over here and do it." Kurt finally says as he stretches forward and grabs Mike by the neck, pulling their faces together. The kiss, if you could call it that, is merely the slightest of brushes between lips. Santana's not actually sure that lips even touched, it was rather deceptive. Everyone cheers in their drunken state, happy that the first spin has been a success.
Santana watches spin after spin go around, which makes for some hearty entertainment as Kurt ends up kissing the dread haired Joe, who places a shy peck on Quinn's lips, who tries not to frown when she lands on Rory, who smiles shyly when he has to kiss Rachel, who is too drunk to care or even realize anything when she lands on Stan and gets momentarily carried away leaving the blonde haired boy wide-eyed and hesitant about his own spin.
Santana heart is racing when Stan reaches down to spin the bottle for his turn, and it immediately drops when she watches the neck come to a stop pointed directly at her girlfriend. Brittany, it seems while though still exceptionally drunk, also gets a bit wide-eyed and throws a glance towards Santana just as Stan starts crawling towards her.
Stan on the other hand looks like he just won the freaking lottery and all his dreams are going to come true. He puckers his excessively large trouty lips and gets closer and closer to Brittany who remains firmly planted, and looking mildly terrified, in her spot. Santana doesn't think she can take this, she can't watch, she can't let this happen.
So she doesn't.
Striding forward in one fluid motion she rests her hand on Brittany's shoulder and gently pulls the girl back from Stan's searching lips that were only an inch away. Brittany is jerked out of her eyes clenched closed state and she quickly looks up to see Santana glaring down on the blonde haired boy who only now realizes he's probably not going to get to kiss the girl of his dreams.
"Keep your excessively large lips away from my girlfriend. No me gusta!" Santana suddenly shouts directly at Stan. It takes her a second, only a second longer than everyone else, to process the full extent of the words she's said. In an instant she fakes emotional drunk and releases a believable sob before she storms off in the direction of the stairs.
Brittany, who remains entirely intoxicated but still coherent enough to realize what just happened, stands from her spot and although swaying slightly she starts to walk after her rapidly retreating girlfriend.
"Britt." Someone calls her back and Brittany slowly turns her head to get a look at the rest of the L.I.F.A.A kids sitting on the floor all with shocked but expectant looks on their faces. Brittany recognizes that Kurt is the one who called her as he wears a look of deep concentrated interest but mounting concern.
"Is what Santana said true? Are you two dating?"
Brittany doesn't want to risk Santana leaving the house without her, especially in the state they are both in and the fact that she is possibly really emotionally unstable at the moment, so she merely supplies her friend with an affirmative nod in response to his question before she walks off quickly after Santana.
Brittany finds Santana a few moments later, slumped outside one of Rachel's numerous closed doors in the upper level of her house. Even though she's far more than half-past, Brittany takes a look around the hall and decides that this portion of the house offers the bedrooms and other such living quarters for the Berry's and their guests.
Stumbling and wobbling a little as she comes up to Santana, Brittany watches as the other girl quickly stands to her feet the second she reaches her side. Brittany sways slightly and Santana manages to catch her by gripping her hips before she goes over.
With a ragged breath Brittany leans into Santana's embrace.
"M'sorry." She mumbles into her girlfriend's shoulder where she buries her face. Santana's soothing hands run up and down Brittany's back and she feels soft lips press into the skin at her temple. Santana hushes her quietly.
"Shh, it's okay baby. I'm not mad at you. You're awesome, and amazing and so special and I'm the one who should be sorry. I'm just so…" Santana's sentence seems to drift off a little.
Brittany rapidly shakes her head and tries to gather her thoughts to best explain them to Santana in their drunken state.
"No I were all hmmm and you…you so pretty. I di'nt wan kiss Sta'nnn." Brittany mutters, her words coming out slurred and far too face paced for Santana to catch them all. Instead, Santana merely brushes her lips across the skin of Brittany's temple and forehead and draws her closer into her body.
"Here," she says and reaches out with one hand to open the door closest to her, looking in to find it's a bedroom, she urges Brittany to move towards it with her, "Let's get you to bed honey, you look exhausted."
Brittany nods, not entirely understanding but registering at least the words 'bed' and 'lets' that are coming from her incredibly sexy girlfriend. Suddenly Brittany's body starts buzzing with an arousal she was not fully aware of some ten minutes ago. Of course, in the presence of Santana, it never really takes her long to get worked up. She readily stumbles into the room with her girl and allows Santana to guide them towards the very plush looking Queen sized bed.
When they get to the bedside, Brittany seems to remember that she's still wearing a blouse and she slowly starts to fumble with undoing the few skewed and haphazardly closed buttons as Santana walks to the door, closes and locks it. Brittany, having immense difficulty getting the last few buttons undone, dons her very best pout to her girlfriend as Santana returns to her side.
The Latina chuckles at Brittany's actions and frames her face gently in her hands, drawing her favorite lips in for a slow, soft kiss. Brittany hums into the kiss and smiles against Santana's lips, leaning into her girl and forgetting for a moment what her task was that she was trying to complete.
As Santana's lips draw away from hers, Brittany grunts her disapproval and attempts to follow those plump pillowy lips to reconnect them making Santana giggle in response.
"Babe, we can kiss more if you put these clothes on and get into bed." Santana murmurs against Brittany's lips as she allows the blonde to sneak a few more sweet, though a tad lazy and maybe only a pinch sloppy pecks. Brittany pauses her most recent kiss and frowns. Did Santana just say she has to get into clothes? Brittany was very much under the impression that Santana and she were taking clothes off.
Maybe that's all part of Santana's sexy sexy plan…like some kind of role-play? Yeah, Brittany can roll with that.
With a smirk and a waver in her stance (she's a bit unsteady on her feet when she's had this much to drink), Brittany trails her hands down Santana's sides and the length of her arms, putting the shiver she feels run through the Latina's body to memory, and grabs a hold of the cotton tank and…gold starred shorts? Brittany quirks an eyebrow at Santana as she takes in the pattern of the clothes her girlfriend is trying to get her to change into. Santana merely smiles and lets out a little giggle.
"Here, I'll help you." She says and maneuvers Brittany to sit on the edge of the bed. Santana kneels on the ground in front of her and slowly runs her hands down Brittany's jean clad calves. She slips Brittany's feet out of her flats and dips her fingers under the denim hem to trail her fingertips over the curve of a toned calf. Brittany shivers in her spot above Santana, her eyes closing at the light, soft touch.
Santana smiles and tilts up, placing her hands on Brittany's thighs, to press their lips together for a short kiss. Brittany sighs against her lips as Santana pulls back, her hands moving to the button and zipper of her Brittany's jeans. She slowly, teasingly, draws the zipper down, her eyes never leaving blue eyes until it's all the way free.
With a grin, Santana hooks her thumbs into the belt loops and starts tugging the material down Brittany's thighs and legs. Brittany lifts up and assists Santana in getting her jeans over the curve of her ass before plopping back down on the bed and lifting her feet from the ground so Santana can get the tight material off her lower legs.
Santana sits back on her own calves as she slowly tugs the jeans down first Brittany's left leg, placing a kiss to her exposed knee and then to her ankle when she gets the jeans off and then doing the same thing to her right knee and ankle before she tosses the garment off to the side. Santana's eyes immediately drop to glance between Brittany's legs, and she smiles wide as she notices that her girlfriend has donned her favorite pair of little black boy shorts with the grey lightening bolt symbols on them.
Brittany doesn't seem to be too self-conscious about her underwear as she glances down to where Santana is looking and grins in return. Santana chuckles and her palms glide back up the smooth skin of Brittany's thighs, dipping inward slightly when she gets to the apex and brushing her fingertips over the cotton material making Brittany jolt slightly at the touch.
"San." Brittany whines, her intoxicated state making it that much more difficult to control the onslaught of emotions and feelings that are running though her body. She really wants to try and be all dominate and stand up and sexily take Santana's dress off her tight body but she's having a hard time sitting there watching her girlfriend strip her of her clothes so she figures she should just sit still for no.
Santana replies to Brittany's desperation by leaning in and joining their lips together, caressing Brittany's bottom lip between her own before swiping her tongue across the flesh and dipping into a warm mouth as Brittany parts her lips. Brittany groans as Santana's skilled tongue strokes over the curve of her teeth and swipes across the roof of her mouth. She quickly slides her own tongue about until they connect, earning a moan from Santana for her actions.
Brittany is so encompassed by the feel of Santana's tongue in her mouth that she doesn't immediately recognize when her girlfriend's nimble fingers trail up her spine and grip at the clasp of her bra. But soon enough, Santana is unclasping it and then drawing the straps down Brittany's arms. She feels Santana's hands return to the curve of her neck and she raises her own hands to grip around tan wrists so that she can direct Santana's hands just a little lower.
Santana doesn't need to be encouraged twice, and soon enough her thumbs are swiping across pink nipples that pebble at her touch. Brittany moans into Santana's mouth and one of her hands glides up into thick dark brown wavy locks where she holds on tight and pulls Santana's face firmer into her own. Santana caresses Brittany's breasts, palming the flesh and rolling her palms over erect nipples before pinching the buds between her thumb and forefinger.
There's a wetness pooling between Brittany's legs and she's not sure how much more of this blissful torture she can take. That's why, when Santana's hands suddenly release their grip on her boobs, her eyes snap open and she gasps her disapproval. Their lips part and Brittany watches, panting heavily, as Santana takes a step back and then leans down to pick up something off the floor, holding it out to Brittany.
Taking a look at the item in question, Brittany realizes it's the tank top from earlier and clearly Santana is signaling that she wants her to put it on. Brittany shakes her head no. Hell no she doesn't want to cover herself up again right now, not when things were just getting good. Santana pouts at Brittany's refusal and bends at the waist to look directly into blue eyes.
"Baby, if you put the shirt on I'll explain everything." Santana requests sweet as molasses. Brittany's eyes narrow in suspicion but she does as she's asked, she really hopes this is all apart of that sexy Santana foreplay that she has all worked out in her mind.
After Brittany pulls the shirt over her head, Santana smiles her gratefulness and leans in to place a kiss on Brittany's lips.
"Thank you."
Brittany just nods, unsure of what's going to happen next. Santana takes a step back and reaches down to grab the hem of her dress and Brittany's eyes go wide as her breathing increases. With a sultry smirk, Santana flashes her a wink to match and then murmurs,
"Close your eyes baby."
Brittany merely shakes her head no again and it causes Santana to quirk an eyebrow, wondering where all this defiance is coming from. The stare down lasts about a second before Brittany decides that she had best do what Santana is requesting so with a huff she nods her agreement.
"Don't open your eyes until I get in the bed." Santana commands and waits for Brittany to nod her agreement before she watches pale eyelids fall over blue eyes. Santana waits a few more seconds before she reaches down and tugs at the hem of her dress, pulling it up and over her head. She grabs one of the spare tops she found in Rachel's drawer and pulls it over her head, unclasping her strapless bra and letting it fall free from underneath the cotton material.
When she's ready, Santana slides under the covers and scoots in close to Brittany, slipping her bare leg over the skin of Brittany's equally bare leg and causing her girlfriend to gasp at the touch. All the while, blue eyes remain closed. Santana smirks and leans in to press a kiss to Brittany's lips, only to be followed by a pouting blonde as she pulls back.
"Okay baby, you can open your eyes." Santana murmurs and Brittany's blue flash open in an instant. She takes in Santana's dress less state and frowns slightly.
"I wanned to tak'off yos dress." Brittany mumbles and continues to pout until Santana leans in again and kisses the pout away, leaving Brittany breathless but smiling again.
"In the morning Britt, you can take off whatever you want from me." Santana says and Brittany finds herself nodding in agreement again before her intoxicated brain actually catches up and registers the words.
"Wai, we real goin'o bed?" Brittany asks as her forehead creases in confusion, the words coming out in her jumbled 'intoxicated' slur. Santana giggles again and presses her lips against the soft skin of Brittany's forehead, soothing the wrinkles.
"I kind of thought that's what we would do." Santana murmurs as she dips her face and her nose nuzzles into the crook of Brittany's neck, finding the skin there warm and smooth. Brittany's breath hitches at the touch and a shiver runs through her body, she swallows thickly before she's able to properly speak again.
"I…hmmm sex." Brittany mumbles as she squirms around in the bed trying to get her body propped up on her side but having difficulty in figuring out just how to maneuver under and out of the sheets that are draped around her. She manages to get turned onto her side and lazily blinks her eyes open to gaze upon Santana, already perched on her side and staring at Brittany with a soft adoring smile. Santana reaches her hand out and places it gently on Brittany's face before she leans in and presses their lips together ever so slightly.
"As much as I would love to have sex with you right now Britt, I don't want this to be just a hook-up because you're drunk and feeling frisky." Santana tries to explain.
Brittany's head is starting to throb as the alcohols after effects really start taking place. She squeezes her eyes shut and tries to think through the pain. She kind of understands what Santana's saying, but not really.
"I a'ways wan have sex wih'ou." Brittany attempts to formulate her thoughts into words. Santana must at least comprehend the majority of them because a smile spreads across her face and she nods.
"And I always want to have sex with you too, but Britt, right now I don't even know if you'll be awake long enough to really get into anything that I have in mind of doing to you. Besides, I could never take advantage of you."
Brittany quickly shakes her head in the negative. She finds a burst of clarity sparkle through her brain and she concentrates on saying the next words out of her mouth as coherently as possible.
"It's not…hook-up when I luv you. I'hmm in luv wih'ou San'ana."
It seems to take a lot more effort out of Brittany than she anticipated because she suddenly has that way too droopy feeling and her eyes are getting heavy and her brain is getting tired. She fights to stay awake so she can hear what Santana's saying. She feels cool lips press to her cheek and then to her own lips. Brittany hears Santana take a deep breath, the exhale of which she feels flutter across her chin.
"And that means so much too me Britt. Which is why we can't and shouldn't do anything tonight, because I want you to remember it," Santana begins to say and Brittany sighs deeply and naps her lips, sleep is quickly pulling her under, but she manages to hear the last utterance of Santana's sentence, "I want you to remember it…when I make love to you."
The last thing Brittany remembers is her heart fluttering at those words.
"Because that's what this is, making love, because I'm…I'm in love with you Brittany Pierce."
The words finally blissfully and freely fall from Santana's lips and she lets out a small exhale as they do. She's said the words out loud and now she can finally really start showing Brittany what she means when she says them. How much she means them, every single day.
Having not heard anything in the form of a reply, Santana tilts her head back up to glance at Brittany. She is surprised to find the other girl's eyes closed and a steady breath being inhaled and exhaled through her nose and mouth. Brittany is fast asleep.
Not really knowing what else there is to do but shake her head and chuckle a little at her amazing timing and absolutely really good (not really) luck, Santana twists around to turn off the bedside lamp before she grabs the covers and throws them over herself and Brittany. Shuffling around slightly to get comfortable, Santana shifts near to Brittany and wraps her arms around her. Placing the lightest of kisses on Brittany's forehead, Santana murmurs her goodnight.
"You drive me crazy, but I wouldn't have it any other way." Santana says before she presses a kiss to Brittany's exposed collarbone, the tip of her nose, and finally the curve of her lips. She clothes her eyes with a content sigh, resting her head on the pillow that Brittany is using and letting the feel and smell and warmth that is radiating from her blonde surround her and lull her to sleep.
Just before she teeters off into dreamland, Santana makes a vow that if Brittany is feeling even eight four percent in the morning then she's going to show Brittany a good time and just how much she really feels about her. In a whisper she breaths out a "Love you Britt" and prepares to allow sleep to carry her away.
She doesn't see the way Brittany's lips quirk up into a smile, despite blue eyes being closed.
There you have it! I hope you're not too disappointed in me for leaving it like that, but if you know me at all…you know I'll deliver :)
Couple things: one, I purposefully did not state the song that Brittany was singing earlier because I am leaving that up to you…any good thoughts on what song she sang? Two, the 'gift' and 'underwear' reveal were also not purposefully stated, any guesses there?
Third, Santana will get the chance to say those words again-to an awake Brittany…it's just a matter of time :)
See you next chapter! Let me know what you think if you feel like it. If not, thanks anyway!
-A