A slight buzzing sound was coming from the bedside table, and I snapped awake. A cascade of gold blocked my vision, and it took me a moment to realize I couldn't see because my hair was in my face. I lifted my hand up from around Santana and smacked around the flat top of the table until I found my phone. I flicked it open and brushed my hair back to look at the screen.
You two get lost, alright? You promised. Tina and I are going out. Cya later. :) - Mike Chang
My lip curled into a goofy smile and I closed my phone. I tossed it down next to the pillow beneath Santana's head and curled back into her. She murmured and her hand dragged along my bare back. Giggling a little, I nuzzled my nose against hers and softly kissed her. I felt her smile, so I knew she was awake. I pushed harder against her lips and she giggled.
"Stop it, I'm sleeping," Santana muttered contently against my lips and her hand squeezed at my waist and tugged me a little closer.
"Sleeping beauties don't talk," I murmured. "Or kiss back."
"They do when they get kissed by princes," Santana giggled.
"Or princesses," I smiled, running my tongue against her lips. She parted them and let me run my tongue over hers. Her hand moved up my spine to the base of my neck as she twisted beneath me a little to delve her own tongue past mine into my mouth. I hummed happily. I felt her legs squirm beneath me before she managed to struggle one free. She wrapped it around me, and then pressed her body into mine. I was happy to let her take charge, because all I wanted was to have her close to me.
I rolled over to my back and dragged my hands down to cup her butt. She pulled away from my lips and started to press quick, wet kisses along my jaw. I tried to kiss her cheek, but started giggling when she got to my earlobe.
"S-stop, you'll give me more hickeys," I laughed, digging my fingers into her ass. She took in a sharp breath as I felt her body stiffen. I relaxed my grip on her and she pressed a few more light kisses to my neck before laying her head down and snuggling close to me.
"I suppose it'd be hard to explain any new ones," Santana said. I felt her cheek tense against my shoulder, and I grinned, knowing she was smiling too.
"We could just avoid swimming and not wash off the concealer this time," I laughed.
"I like that plan," Santana said, attaching her lips to my neck again. I wriggled playfully and tickled my fingers up her back. Waking up naked with Santana in my arms was the best way to start a day.
"Where are we going?" Santana laughed. I was pushing her down the boardwalk with my palms pressed flat against her back as she stumbled forward through the crowd. I wouldn't let her go into any shops.
"You'll see, you'll see," I cheered.
"Are we even meeting Mike and Tina for lunch or what?" Santana said, spinning around and grabbing my arms to stop me. She was grinning brightly.
"You caught me," I shrugged. "Mike and Tina are on a date."
"Yeah?" Santana said shyly. I nodded and forced her to spin back around. I leaned closer to her as I pressed my hands to her back again.
"So are we," I whispered in her ear before twisting to smile at her. She was blushing.
"Okay, so where are you taking me?" Santana said sheepishly.
"It's a surprise!" I said, jumping forward and looping her arm in mine. I continued pulling her down the boardwalk. When we got nearer the end of the pier, Santana stopped short and yanked me back.
"No," she shook her head. I grinned at her and followed her gaze up to the huge ferris wheel that loomed over us.
"No," Santana repeated. My grin softened as I looked back at her. She was fidgeting nervously and when I let go of her arm, she started taking a few steps backwards. I snatched her and pulled her back towards me.
"Are you scared?" I asked. My brow knitted together as I looked down at her in concern.
"No, that's not, psh," she scoffed and waved her hand as best she could while I gripped her arms. "I just...it's so..." She looked up at me and her shoulders dropped. "Are you pouting?"
"What?" I said. I hadn't noticed, but I suppose I was a bit disappointed. I had thought I picked something really cool and interesting. It wasn't a trip to the aquarium or anything really fancy, but I really thought she would like to go onto the SkyWheel with me.
"We can go," Santana nodded her head. "It's fine, we can do it."
"Are you sure?" I said, letting her arms slip out of my grasp. She looked up at the wheel again and her brow crinkled, but she held a weak smile.
"Yeah," Santana murmured and linked her pinkie with mine. "...let's do it."
I grinned and pulled her towards the line. She was quiet and kept bumping nervously into me. I paid for our tickets and then hurriedly rushed her up to one of the blue tinted gondolas. It was like a spheroid cube. I gestured to the attendant that there were just two of us and quickly pulled Santana in. She scrambled close to me and looked nervously around the container as the attendant secured the door.
"I thought you said you weren't scared," I said softly and gently squeezed her pinkie in mine. She wiggled the rest of her hand into mine and grasped it tightly.
"I lied," Santana said, bringing her other hand to my arm and clinging to it.
"It's not going to spin really fast or anything," I laughed.
"It's just going to go really high," Santana said. Her voice was tiny.
"You're scared of heights? Why'd you agree to this?" I said, twisting a little to look at her. We started moving, and she jumped, scooting even closer to me.
"B-because it's okay," she said. Her hand had moved from my arm to around my waist as she buried her face into my shoulder. "You planned this. I didn't want to ruin it."
"I have more things planned," I smiled and wrapped my arm around her. "The ride is only twelve minutes long."
"Twelve?" Santana cried.
"I'm sorry," I murmured and pressed my lips against the top of her head. She was still clinging to me desperately, refusing to look around as we began to slowly rise higher.
"No, no, I'm okay," she nodded. "I'm fine. You're here, so it's fine."
I squeezed her hand and nuzzled her lightly with my nose. I held her close as our cabin rose up higher in the air. I strained my neck to look over her and out at the boardwalk. Santana must have peeked, because she let out a weird squeak and hid her face in my neck. The car jolted to a stop, and she jumped a little in my arms.
"Hey, it's okay, they just pause it a couple times as we get higher," I murmured, pressing my lips against her forehead again. She was so scared. "What can I do to make it better?" My voice sounded thin and a little strained when it came out. I'd picked a bad activity for our date. She mumbled something against my neck, but it was muffled and quiet.
"What?" I said, pulling back a little. She leaned up and smashed her lips against mine. My eyes widened a little, because we weren't exactly hidden - the container we were sitting in was transparent aside from being tinted blue. I didn't think anyone would be looking, but it wasn't like we were in a completely private place. I froze under her kiss and stared down at her. She had her brow furrowed and eyes clenched closed tightly. My shoulders relaxed and I closed my eyes. Screw it. She was terrified.
I started to return her kiss, hoping it would distract her enough to calm her down. After what felt like several minutes, she lightened up against me and sighed. She hadn't jumped or panicked when we started moving again. I had moved my hand to the back of her neck and was stroking it gently.
"C'mere," I said, pulling her back into a hug. She nestled her head under my chin, keeping her eyes down as she slowly opened them. She had pulled her hand out of mine and was dragging her fingers up and down my open palm lightly.
"If you're not too scared, the view is really pretty," I said, looking up and out in front of us. She shook her head and I chuckled.
"You don't have to," I said as the car jolted to a stop again. We were at the top of the ferris wheel. I think we had made one rotation already.
"...what do you see...?"
"Water," I said. "And the beach."
"Is it...scary?"
"Only if you look straight down," I said, leaning towards the side of the cabin and glancing down. It was a little daunting to see the ferris wheel itself. "But if you look straight out, you don't even notice."
"Okay," Santana shuffled impossibly closer to me. "I'm... I'm going to look."
"I'm right here," I said reassuringly. She nodded and gripped my hand again. She closed her eyes and rose her head up a little bit.
"V-very cool," she muttered.
"Your eyes are still closed," I said quietly. She smiled nervously and her brow pinched a little. Slowly, she opened them. She shut them again quickly, so I squeezed her hand. She nodded and opened her eyes again.
"...w-wow," she exhaled. Her breath was a bit staggered.
"Pretty, right?" I smiled.
"Mm," she nodded slowly. "It actually is."
"Do you want to close your eyes again?" I asked. She shook her head.
"No, I'm okay."
The wheel started to turn again and we began to lower backwards. I thought she would get scared again because we had a clear view of the inner mechanisms of the ferris wheel, but she just squeezed my hand. We had one more rotation to go, and she was silent the whole time it took for us to get back to the top.
"We should take a picture," she muttered quietly after we stopped at the top again.
"Are you sure?"
"Y-yeah, it's so pretty. It would be a waste not to," Santana said. "Just don't move too much, okay?"
"Okay, but we should move to the other side of the cart if you want a view of the water," I said. She tensed against me but I slowly rose up and squeezed her hand.
"Slow and steady, we can do it," I smiled. She nodded and carefully we both shifted to the other side of the cabin. I had to fish her phone out of her purse because she was a little frozen again.
"Can you smile?" I giggled as I held out her phone. She shook her head and I looked down at her. She pressed her lips against mine and looked up at the phone. I smiled into her kiss and looked up for her camera. She stretched her hand up and pressed the button on the side to take the photo.
"That wasn't so bad, huh?" I laughed as I brought her phone down to my lap.
"I'm not scared," she grinned. It was momentary, because a second later, the car jolted as we began to move and she squealed and flung her arms around me. I smiled and placed my hand over the one she had attached to my shoulder. She started laughing.
"God, I'm so embarrassing."
"But you're so cute," I said, nuzzling my nose at her. She wrinkled hers and wiggled it against mine. A few moments later, the cabin came to a stop and she sat up a little. The attendant helped us up and out of the car and Santana did a little twirl once her feet hit the ground.
"Oh thank God," she said, stumbling into me. I laughed and wrapped my arm around her shoulder to help steady her. She rested her head on my shoulder as we walked towards the stairs down from the ferris wheel platform.
"Thank you for being brave," I said.
"Thank you for helping me be brave." Santana smiled up at me and then pulled away to loop her arm in mine. "Where to next?"
"It's a surprise!" I grinned.
"I swear, if it's bungee jumping or skydiving, I'm going to kill you."
"Okay, what the hell," Santana said. I spun around and smiled at her.
"How on earth did you know my favorite restaurant is Breadstix?" Santana looked stunned. I stepped forward and looped my arm in hers to pull her forward.
"I have my ways," I winked. She arched her brow at me.
"I asked Mike while you were showering this morning," I said. "Texted, rather."
"You asked Mike?" Santana said, pulling us to a halt just as I started to open the door.
"Yeah, he told me to 'get lost' because he wanted to take Tina on a date," I shrugged. "So I said 'I don't know, I don't think I can keep Santana entertained for that long' and I asked him if there was anything we could do to keep you occupied."
"Oh," Santana said, relaxing a little. "His first suggestion was Breadstix?"
"No, he suggested some touristy things first," I waved my hand. "And then some really random things like a baseball game or a movie." I slipped my hand out from her arm and opened the second door and held it for her.
"Thanks," she smiled and stepped up to the host counter. I hopped forward and smiled brightly at the host and asked about reservations I'd made. He nodded and helped us to a booth in the back of the restaurant.
"So, I bet you can't guess what my order is," Santana winked.
"Drink or food?" I said, opening my menu up.
"Both," Santana said, folding her hands over her menu, not even touching it. I bit my lip. She wasn't going to make this easy for me.
"Okay," I flipped the menu over looking for the drink menu. Why did every restaurant put it in different places?
"Right here, Britt," Santana said, pointing to the bottom corner on the back.
"Alcoholic or non?"
"Non," Santana said. I looked down at the menu again and furrowed my brow. There were way more options than I thought. I always just got Sprite because it was easy. I had a feeling Santana had a specific drink in mind and not just soda.
"Lemonade?" I asked, looking up at her. She wrinkled her nose as she smiled and shook her head.
"Try again?"
"Do you like tea?" I gazed down at the list of different types of tea listed on the menu.
"Getting warmer," Santana laughed.
"Raspberry?" I asked.
"Warmer."
"Uh," I looked back down. "Peach?"
"Put it together," Santana said and leaned forward as she dragged her index fingers together in the air. "Peach Raspberry tea, please," she said, looking up at the waiter. I snapped up. I hadn't even noticed he had appeared. She'd spoken before he introduced himself.
"Make that two," I grinned. "Oh, and can I get a kids menu? With crayons?"
The waiter smiled and gave me a nod before heading off in the opposite direction. Santana narrowed her eyes at me and her brow wrinkled. I would have thought she was judging me, but she had a small smile on her lips that read more as curiosity than evaluation.
"...I like to doodle," I said sheepishly.
"Fair enough," Santana said, leaning back. "You still have to guess my food order."
"You're not one of those girls that only orders salads, are you?" I wrinkled my nose.
"Ew, no," Santana said, scooting towards the table again. "Have you ever seen me eat a salad?"
"...you actually don't eat a lot of healthy foods," I shook my head. "I take it back."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Santana said, swatting at my menu defensively.
"Nothing," I grinned. "Chicken?"
"Nope," she shook her head.
"Pasta then," I said, raising a brow. She smiled. "Okay...my favorite is just spaghetti and meatballs, but you don't seem like that's your thing." She shook her head. "Hmm..."
"Here you go, ladies," the waiter said as he set our drinks down in front of us, followed by a bowl of breadsticks. "And your breadstix." He smiled and handed me a paper kids menu and then paused a moment to grab a handful of crayons out of his apron pocket. "Ready to order?"
"Yep," I said confidently. Santana arched her brow at me and leaned back, crossing her arms over her chest with a smirk on her face.
"Spaghetti and meatballs for me and..." I paused dramatically. "Fettuccine Alfredo for her."
"How did you know?" Santana spat as she shot forward, smacking her palms against the table. The waiter laughed as he scribbled down our order.
"Wait, can we get the shrimp appetizer?" Santana said, looking up at me. I puffed out my lower lip a little and shrugged into a nod.
"Sounds good," I smiled.
"Anything else?" He waited for us and we shook our heads. "Alright, I'll be back soon with your food."
"How did you know?" Santana repeated as he walked away. "Did you call them?"
"How would they know your order?" I laughed.
"This is my favorite restaurant, you don't even," Santana said, waving her hand in the air as she shook her head. "I ownz this place back home. I'm sure if you told the manager Santana Lopez was coming, they would have had my food ready for me the moment I sat down."
I couldn't tell if she was joking or not. She sounded and looked really serious, but what she was saying sounded ludicrous. She grabbed a breadstick out of the bowl and broke it in half.
"Seriously, tell me," Santana said as she handed me the other half of her breadstick. I think it was a peace offering, because she seemed to have settled down.
"I just guessed," I grinned and took a bite of bread. "This is good."
"It's fucking amazing," Santana said. She stretched forward and grabbed one of my crayons.
"Hey," I said, grabbing at her hand, but she pulled it away as she flipped open the kids menu.
"My turn to guess something about you," Santana said, flipping the page. She seemed satisfied by it as she started to lightly scribble-color in a goofy looking hippopotamus. I noticed she was coloring it purple.
"Okay," I smiled. "What's my favorite TV show? I know yours."
"Oh, tough call," Santana said, pausing to look up at me. She narrowed her eyes and I sat up a little straighter, smiling.
"One Tree Hill," she said, lowering her gaze back to the cartoon hippo.
"What! How? Are you psychic?" I spat.
"'I don't want to be anything other than what I've been trying to be lately'," Santana sang quietly as she drew a horn on the hippo's head and was adding a fluffy mane. She smiled as she looked up at me. "'All I have to do is think of me and I have peace of mind.' -It's your default ringtone."
"Clever," I laughed. I picked up a red crayon and started to draw a streak behind the hippo.
"What are you doing?" she laughed.
"Adding a rainbow, you turned it into Jeremy," I giggled. We fought over colors and scribbled all over the page until the waiter came back with the shrimp, and then I fought with Santana to divide it evenly.
"Why are you afraid of heights?" I asked, munching on another breadstick.
"I wasn't until the summer after high school," Santana said. "We went on a camping trip. Puck grabbed me and jumped off a cliff into the water when I wasn't ready. We almost hit rocks. Actually, Puck cut his leg pretty bad."
"That's terrifying," I said. "Were you dating Puck then?"
Santana set her breadstick down and tossed her head to the side to flip her bangs out of her face. She licked her lips cautiously and I noticed she was trying not to look directly at me.
"Puck and I haven't been...anything, really, since junior year," Santana said. "Of high school, not college. I'm a junior now, obviously," she shook her head to clarify. She cleared her throat and took a sip of her tea. "Most of the Glee club was there. Let's not talk about Puck, okay?"
"Sure," I nodded. The waiter came back and brought us our food. We shuffled a bit to clear the crayons and drawings to the side so there was room.
"Can I try yours?" I asked. Santana smiled and pushed her plate towards me. I twisted a bit of noodles around my fork and slurped it up into my mouth. She leaned forward and stole one of my meatballs.
"Hey!" I snapped, but it was too late. She had bitten off half of it, although she did offer me her fork with the remaining portion. I leaned forward to chomp at it, but I clamped down on air as she pulled it back and ate the other half.
"You can have more of mine," she offered. I laughed and shook my head.
"I'm fine, thanks though," I nodded. I started to swirl my fork in my spaghetti. We ate for a bit, exchanging favorite foods and books and stuff. She was really glad to hear I didn't watch or read Twilight for some reason.
"Hey, so I have something I've been meaning to ask you," I said, setting my fork down. Santana froze and lowered her fork from her mouth as I patted my mouth with my napkin. I smiled reassuringly and nudged my foot against hers under the table.
"The other day, during Never Have I Ever, you said you'd never gone down on a gu-"
"Brittany!" Santana hissed, kicking me lightly with her foot. I laughed and kicked her back.
"And before, when we were 'studying', you wouldn't let me-"
Santana stretched forward and clasped her hand over my mouth. She was trying to give me a stern look, but her embarrassment was making her giggle. I grinned against her palm and stuck out my tongue. She immediately pulled her hand away.
"Stop it," Santana laughed. "Okay, okay, just lower your voice a little."
"Is that something you just don't want to do?" I asked quietly. She shrank a little in her seat and bowed her head down. Her cheeks were tinged crimson and she rose her hand to rub over the bridge of her nose.
"I told you before. I do," Santana said quietly. She glanced around and took a sip of her tea and nervously licked her lips when she set the glass back down. "It's just a...a really intimate thing. And I want you- I want to..." She lifted her hand to rub her temple.
"Santana," I said softly. She looked up at me and I smiled as sweetly as I could. "I just wanted to ask if there was a reason or something, because I like doing stuff with you. So much."
"I just don't want to mess up," Santana blushed. "I am comfortable. With..." she glanced around. "With sex," she whispered.
"I know that," I said, propping my head up with my palm as I rested my elbow against the table. "I know from this morning, and last ni-"
"Stop, someone will hear," Santana warned.
"Wank-"
"Stop," Santana shook her head, chuckling. "I get it, you know I like sex. It's just something I haven't done before and never felt comfortable enough with someone to try."
I peeled my cheek away from my hand and sat up a little. I nudged her with my foot and smiled.
"Do you feel comfortable with me?" I asked. She lifted her hand up to cover her face. I could tell she was smiling - laughing, even, because her shoulders started to shake.
"Yes, Britt," Santana nodded. "I'm very comfortable with you."
"So, could we-"
"Brittany," Santana said sternly. "We can talk about this later."
"Here," I smiled, grabbing a crayon. "If it's about the mechanics, I can draw a diagra-"
"Brittany!"
"So you're plan was to scare me, feed me, and then..." Santana slipped off her underwear and dipped her foot into the tub. "...take a bubble bath?"
"We can't both fit in the tub at home," I giggled as she slowly sat down. I held her waist as she laid down into me. "And I didn't mean to scare you."
"I know," Santana said, twisting her head to kiss me. "We can totally fit in the bath at home."
"No, it's too small," I said as she lifted my arms and placed them around her so that I was hugging her.
"Have you tried?"
"No," I shook my head and she laughed.
"Then you don't know," Santana shrugged and sighed as she relaxed against me. "This is nice."
"Mm," I hummed, kissing her temple and shifting a little so we slid further into the warm water. Santana started giggling and hand to wade her hands out in front of her so that bubbles didn't tickle her neck. She wiggled a bit and nuzzled her forehead against my neck and this time I sighed and closed my eyes.
"Can you sing something?" I asked quietly.
"What do you want me to sing, babe?" Santana murmured.
"I don't know."
Santana didn't respond right away. I think she was trying to think of a song. I didn't mind waiting, and kind of forgot I asked her because it was so soothing to lay in the hot water with her. She moved in my arms and it took me a second to realize she was turning around to lay her front against me. Her hands slid down my back and down my waist before settling underneath my butt.
"Ass ass ass ass," she giggled as she squeezed her fingers against my buttocks. My head snapped back as I started laughing loudly.
"S-stop! Don't sing that!" I laughed.
"But it's our jam," Santana snickered, wrinkling her nose before she placed a kiss on my lips. We were both trembling with laughter, so the kiss didn't really last longer than a half a second. She slipped her hands out from underneath me and let them slide around to rest on my stomach.
"Okay, okay, I'll sing you a song," Santana said, lifting up a little as she shifted so that her side was pressed into me. I scooted over so her body wasn't all above water.
"If we could sit together a moment," Santana sang softly as she brought her lips up to my ear. Her breath tickled and I tilted my head away a bit as I giggled quietly.
"And talk forever just to pass the time. I would smile as shivers and chills run down my spine," she said, tickling her fingers against the skin of my side, "When your eyes are locked on mine." She stared up at me and continued her hand upward until she cupped my cheek. "Oh, we'll fill the metro skies with country air... And when you close your tired eyes I'll meet you there."
"...I'll meet you there," I whispered. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to mine. I smiled as she pulled away.
"Deep inside of you, there's a ruby glow," I sang softly, letting my hand fall off her arm and resting over her chest. "And it gets brighter than you and I will ever know. There's a rushing sound that surrounds us when we walk alone. And it's everything we've never known."
"Wander down the street. And I would be the pavement beneath your feet," Santana whispered. "If we could just be immobile for some time and finally figure out the way we feel-"
"About the missing puzzle pieces and cloudy question marks-" I interjected.
"It still looks a bit surreal," we sang together. She wrinkled her nose and looked like she was holding back a laugh.
"Oh I tend to disappear...here and there," Santana sang softly. She lifted her hand to cover my eyes. "So concentrate and you'll feel me everywhere."
"And we'll fill the metro skies with country air. If you're lost when you close your eyes I'll meet you there," she whispered and kissed my neck. I inhaled softly, trying to picture her in my head. She moved up to my jaw and placed another, soft and gentle kiss there.
"You could be anywhere," I said more than I sang. My throat kind of felt a little constricted.
"I'll meet you there," she said softly. I felt her shift and her hand slipped away from covering my eyes as she cupped my face with both hands and lowered her lips to mine. I didn't know why, but I'd suddenly started to feel afraid when she covered my eyes. The kiss she gave me was delicate and calm, a little wet, but overall, extremely soothing. I lifted my hand out of the water to tangle up through her hair and press against the back of her head. She shifted, swinging her leg over mine as she sat down in my lap.
I felt my heart pounding in my chest, not because I was aroused. I mean, I couldn't not be, I had a naked Santana straddling me and making out with me. But it was like this surge of warmth was swelling up in my chest and forcing my heart to crash against my ribcage. Santana was so confusing, so interesting, in the best possible way. I felt this weird sensation spread through my body rapidly, like when you're half asleep and you feel like you're plummeting to your death, only it wasn't as bad. Just scary. I think in a good way. My hand slapped against the tub as I tried to catch myself, and I felt my other hand cling to Santana.
"Mm, Britt," Santana said, dragging her lips away from mine and sitting up a little. Her brow knit together a little and she smiled to hide the concerned look on her face. "You okay?"
"I just thought I was falling," I murmured. "Sorry."
"It's okay. Maybe we should get out of the tub, the heat might be getting to you," Santana suggested. I nodded and she started to stand up out of the water. I was pretty sure it wasn't the temperature that was making my head and feel so funny. It definitely wasn't the reason my heart was trying to burst through my chest.
It was still pretty early, since Santana and I barely did anything today, so Santana texted Tina and asked if we could use her laptop to watch a movie. Tina said she left the door between our rooms unlocked, so we were more than welcome to.
"-no, come on, please?" I asked.
"I already agreed to watch the movie with you," Santana sighed, rolling her eyes. She was snuggled up against me in her pajamas.
"I've been wanting to hear you sing this since the roommate interview," I pleaded. "It's the best Disney Villain song."
"I disagree, Be Prepared was a hundred times better," Santana shook her head as she hit the spacebar on the computer to pause the movie. "Or Gaston's song from Beauty and the Beast."
"Those were pretty good," I nodded. "Oh, and I did really like the one in the Princess and the Frog."
"Oh, yes, that was really good. Way better than I was expecting," Santana nodded.
"Wait, don't change the subject. You have to sing it," I said, grabbing a fist full of her shirt and tugging on it gently. "Your voice is so good."
"What do I get out of this?" Santana said, raising a brow.
"A kiss?" I said.
"But I can steal one," Santana said, quickly pressing her lips to mine. I felt my eyes flutter and I blushed.
"...a dance?" I exhaled. Even the lightest kisses Santana gave me could leave me breathless.
"Hmm, I sing for you, and you dance for me?" Santana grinned. "That sounds like a fair trade." She stretched her arm forward and smacked down on the space bar to start playing the movie again.
"-with no one else to turn to-" The movie started playing and Ursula was speaking on screen as Santana wiggled out from my arm to sit up.
"I admit that in the past I've been a nasty," Santana said and I turned the volume down on the computer. "They weren't kidding when they called me, well, a bitch." Santana stood up on the bed as she flicked her wrist to the side and shrugged lightly. I giggled at her decision to change the verse.
"But you'll find that nowadays, I've mended all my ways. Repented, seen the light, and made a switch. To this-" She winked at me. "And I fortunately know a little magic." She threw her hands in the air and looked about the room as her lips spread into a grin. "It's a talent that I always have possessed."
Santana hopped off the bed and I twisted around to follow her with my gaze. She opened up our suitcase and started tossing clothes out until she found what she was looking for. She paused at me and smiled.
"And dear lady, please don't laugh. I use it on behalf," she giggled as she slowly pulled Jeremy out of the suitcase. "Of the miserable, and lonely, and depressed." She held him away and brought a hand up to her mouth as said to me, "Pathetic."
"Poor unfortunate souls!" Santana cried, tossing Jeremy up in the air. I shot up and caught him as he fell. "In pain, in need," Santana said, dramatically placing the back of her hand on her forehead as she clutched at her chest desperately.
"This one longing to be thinner," she snapped her hand at Jeremy and then waving both hands at me. "That one wants to get the girl. And do I help them? Yes, indeed."
I laughed and hugged Jeremy closer.
"Those poor unfortunate souls! So sad, so true," Santana sang loudly as she gestured back to the suitcase. "They come flocking to my cauldron crying, 'Spells, Santana, please!' And I help them? Yes, I do."
Santana stepped towards me and widened her eyes as she looked at me with a sly smile. She was so in character, it was amazing.
"Now it's happened once or twice. Someone couldn't pay the price," Santana shook her head. "And I'm afraid I had to rake 'em 'cross the coals." She held her hand up with her fingers extended like claws as she swiped the air playfully.
"Yes, I've had the odd complaint, but on the whole I've been a saint," Santana said, smiling at me deviously as she batted her eyes and shrugged with her arms in the air.
"To those poor unfortunate soooouuuuls," she sang as she shook her shoulders back and forth and danced towards me. I laughed again as she leaned forward.
"Have we got a deal?" She said, gripping Jeremy and tearing him from my grasp. She placed a knee on the mattress and dipped closer into me.
"Your voice?" I whispered. My heart was thumping again in my chest.
"Mm," she hummed. "You'll have your looks. Your pretty face," she said, scratching her fingers up my throat and along my chin. I felt my body pull forward with her touch, leaning in to kiss her, but she pulled away.
"And don't underestimate the importance of body language," Santana said, running her hands down her sides as she swayed her hips back and forth. I turned and hit the spacebar on Tina's laptop. Santana froze and dropped her hands.
"Britt, I'm not done-"
I scrambled from the bed and snatched her lips in mine. She stumbled back, but I pressed into her and forced her onto the other double bed. Her hands found their way up to my face as mine crawled down her shirt and started to bunch it up.
"Wait, stop, no fair," Santana said, tearing away from my lips and holding my face still a few inches above her head. "We had an agreement."
"You didn't finish the song," I whined, pressing against her palms, trying to get at her lips again.
"Because you jumped me in the middle of it," Santana laughed. "That's not my fault."
"Please, Santana," I whimpered, wiggling my thighs against her. She inhaled sharply and shook her head.
"You promised," Santana said as she struggled out from underneath me.
"Fine," I murmured as I sat up. My lip curled into a smile. "Only if...if you agree to let me do whatever I want afterwards."
"We already made a deal," Santana said, arching her brow. "I get my way, regardless."
I stood up and walked towards Tina's laptop again. "We could always just go back to watching the movie after I dance."
"-what?" Santana said, sitting up straighter on the other bed. "No, fine. We'll do what you want."
"Awesome," I smirked and closed out of the movie. I spent a moment longer looking through Tina's iTunes library until I found a song that I could dance to. I pushed off the bed and twirled around to face Santana as I got to my feet.
I was really glad I wasn't wearing my duck print pajamas and had decided to wear shorts, because I didn't think it would have been as alluring when I started to shake my hips back and forth to the music. Santana smiled and wiggled her eyebrows at me as I moved towards her. I grabbed her hand, pulling her up out of the bed and held her close. She gasped at the sudden closeness, but the moment I started moving to the music, my mindset had shifted away from getting her in the bed with me. She wanted me to dance, so I was going to give her a dance.
I dipped down a little and then rocked my hips against her before pushing her back away from the beds and towards the desk in the corner of the room. She stumbled, but I held her hands and steadied her. Her eyes were wide and her jaw hung open a little. I moved towards her again, extending my hand past her and pulling out the chair from the desk. When I rolled my hips towards her again, she gulped and fell back into the seat. I pulled my body up and walked around behind her, letting my hands fall down to her stomach and slowly dragged them up.
Nobody knows what I'm feeling inside. I find it so stupid, so why should I hide? That I-love to make love to you, baby.
Santana let out a labored breath as my hands ran up her chest, dragging along the contours of her body. I could feel by the fabric beneath my fingertips that she was only wearing a tank top. I slowly continued my rotation around to her side. I pulled off my top as swayed back and forth.
"B-britt," Santana stammered, but I ignored her.
So many ways wanna touch you tonight. I'm a big girl got no secrets this time. Yeah I- Love to make love to you, baby.
Once my shirt was off, I gripped the back of the chair and began to roll my body towards her, slowly arching my stomach and letting it fall back. I continued to roll my body up and down as I swung my leg over both of hers. I didn't touch her yet and I swatted her hands when she tried to run them over my abs.
If this would be a perfect world, we'd be together then- Only got just one life this I've learned, who cares what they gonna say?
I continued to sway my hips towards her, dipping down so that she could get a decent view of my chest as I let my hands crawl underneath the bottom of her shirt. Santana inhaled sharply again as I tugged it off her. Her hands shot back to the chair to steady herself as I pressed my hips down on her thighs and slowly slid against her.
"Brittany," she pleaded and I wrapped my arms around her neck, allowing her to run her hands up my back as I continued to roll my hips into her. She fumbled desperately with the clasp of my bra and I laughed a little when she grunted in frustration. I lifted my hands and removed it for her, purposefully slow. She fidgeted beneath me until I pulled it off completely and tossed it aside. I dropped my hands to her neck, dragging them slowly down to her collarbone.
I wanna dance. And love. And dance. Again.
"I wanna dance," I whispered as I swirled my hips down into hers. She leaned up and ran her tongue along my neck as her fingers dug into my back. The lyrics caught in my throat. And love. It felt like my heart had moved up and was trying to burst out of my mouth. She was racking her fingers up the back of my ribcage and pulling me closer.
"And dance, again," she muttered as she brought her lips to mine. Had she said it? I had lost focus. I wasn't even moving swaying to the music anymore. I don't think she noticed, because she suddenly stood up, brushing her leg between mine as she stumbled into me. I brought my leg up and wrapped it around her as she pushed me down onto the bed.
Dance, yes. Love, next. Dance, yes. Love, next.
"S-santa-" I moaned. She cut me off with her tongue and wiggled her thumbs beneath both the band of my shorts and my underwear, tugging them down and of in one swift motion. My own hands had found their way to cup her breasts and I felt her push her weight into me.
Baby, your fire is lighting me up. The way that you move is reason enough, that I love to make love to you, baby.
She scrambled to remove her own shorts while I was preoccupied with her chest, and in seconds, we were both naked with her rolling into me. I opened my eyes to look up at her while she kissed me. They were clenched closed, and I felt my brow furrow a little. If I could just see her eyes, then I could see if maybe she was feeling the same way I did. Was her heart racing just as fast as mine? I slid my hand away from her breast and moved it up to feel her heart. She opened her eyes when I stopped massaging her breasts and pulled her tongue back into her mouth.
"Baby, you okay?" she whispered. Her heart was pounding against my palm and her chest heaved as noisy breathes escaped her lips. I stared up at her as I tried to catch my own breath. My eyes shifted back and forth, and she held a steady gaze on me. I didn't know how to answer her question. I wanted her. More than I ever wanted anyone or anything else. It was scary, but because it was her, I was okay with that.
"Brittany?" Santana whispered. The way she looked back at me was full of sincere concern, and I felt bad for making her worried. I was fine. Just caught off guard by the way my body was reacting. I'd never froze up during sex before, not unless it didn't feel good. This felt amazing. It was like how no one actually liked scary movies or roller coasters, just the thrill and rush of them that made your heart race like you only had seconds left to live.
"I-I'm great," I said, leaning forward and connecting our lips again. She hesitated against me for a second, but succumbed to it when I ran my tongue between her lips. It felt incredible to kiss her. Do you know those pop rock candies? My lips and tongue felt tingly like that against hers.
"Britt," she gasped, but I pressed my hand to her shoulder as I rolled her over on the bed. I knew she was worried, but I knew I didn't have the right words to say what I was feeling. I was scared I'd say something wrong and she would panic. It was better just to show her how I felt, I think. Once I had her on her back, I slid my hand down her side as I pressed my leg between hers. She wrapped her leg up around my waist and moaned in my mouth.
Santana rocked slowly, pressing her center against mine. I broke away from her lips to gasp for air, but only long enough to do so. She had her hand gripping my thigh and pulling me into her, her other digging into my side. I pressed my hips harder into her and felt her moan. I let my chest rest on hers as I abandoned using my arms to prop myself up in favor of pressing her leg up higher so I could push closer to her. She tore away from my lips for air and I started to kiss and lick down her neck.
"Ohh," I heard her say. I sucked at the soft skin of her neck and started to trail down to her collarbone. I had to raise my chest a little so I could curl into her thrusts.
"Brit-t-tany," she stammered. I lifted from her neck and slowed to a stop as I stared down at her.
"D-don't stop," she pleaded. I bent down and kissed her.
"Can I?" I glanced down and back up to meet her gaze. She was panting heavily and closed her mouth to inhale through her nose. She clenched her eyes closed and tilted her head to the side, a shy smile sneaking its way across her lips. She nodded and I kissed her cheek.
"I can get the diagram," I giggled.
"Shut up and go, before I change my mind," Santana murmured. I brought my hand up to her face and turned it so she was facing me again. I smiled softly and gazed down at her until she looked back at me.
"Do you trust me?" I asked.
"Of course I do," Santana said softly. She strained forward to meet my lips. I smiled and pushed down into her. I stayed with that kiss for a few seconds before slowly lowering to her neck, pecking soft, sweet kisses downwards. She tensed beneath me when I moved to her chest. I kissed between her breasts and let my tongue drag down along the hard surface of the bone there. She shuddered and scooted up to rest her head against the pillow, bringing me level with her belly button.
"Y-you'll stop if I say to, right?" Santana whispered. I nodded and sucked on the skin below her belly button before glancing up at her.
"If you want me to stop, I will," I said. "But you'll like it, I promise." I started kissing down, shuffling a bit so that I was able to get between her legs. I used my free hand to guide her leg to the side so I could fit, and she gave me a bit of resistance.
"Santana, it's okay," I said quietly.
"C-can you...?" She slipped her hand off of my arm and flipped it so her palm was facing up. I smiled and placed my hand in hers and gave it a squeeze. She couldn't interlace her fingers in mine, but she did her best to try to.
I lowered my lips again and started to kiss up her thigh. I started to kiss higher, and she began to fidget. I pressed my hand down on her leg and pushed down with my arm on her other. I hummed softly and gave her a reassuring squeeze to the hand she had a death grip on. She did her best to relax, but the moment I inched towards the folds of her outer lips, I felt her tense again. I paused for a second, waiting for her to tell me to stop. When she didn't, I lowered and pressed a kiss down.
"Britt," Santana whimpered. I smiled and let my tongue graze out along her entrance. She was already wet, and it was unlike anything I'd ever tasted before. I lowered my tongue again and I heard her huff softly. After a few more exploratory licks and kisses, I let my tongue delve a little deeper between her folds.
"Fuck," she hissed. I let my hand slide away from her leg and rest just above her pelvis as I slid my tongue a bit further and wiggled it. Her hips rose a little into my mouth and I sucked on her as I slowly slid my tongue out. When I pushed it back in, she tightened around it and rocked into me again. I continued doing that until she started gasping. I moved up a little and ran the tip of my tongue until I found the bead that was her clit. She gave a strangled cry when I swirled my tongue around it.
"Oh god, Britt," she stammered. Her hand shot forward and gripped her fingers through my hair. It was still damp from the bathtub. It didn't take much longer for her to climax once I started sucking on her again. She let out a cry, and I let my tongue drag up and away from her, making sure to keep ahold of her hand as she writhed on the bed. When she stopped wiggling, I lowered again. She was panting, but didn't protest when I ran my tongue back over her. She moaned and pulled her hand away from my hair to grip the blanket beneath her.
I wiggled myself back up her body and she loosened her hold on my hand only to shift around her fingers and grasp it properly. I laid down against her and she found my lips with hers and kissed me. It was soft and weak, but she pressed several of them against my lips to make up for it. I giggled and nuzzled my nose against her.
"That was..." She said as her chest heaved up and down. She used her free hand to brush the hair out of my face. "...I... ugh, just kiss me."
I let out another giggle before pressing my lips to hers. She twisted a little beneath me and I rolled to my side so I wasn't crushing her with my weight. She slid her leg up my thigh and put a little more force into her kissing. She moved away from my lips and started to kiss and nip at my neck. I opened my mouth to say something to her, but was cut off.
"Oh, my god."
Santana froze against me. My eyes widened, but I couldn't lift my head to look up with her lips pressed to my neck. I recognized Tina's voice, though, and dread washed over me.
"-if they didn't answer the door, they're probably sleep-" I heard Mike as Santana shot off me, scrambling to conceal us with the blankets. She buried herself into me as she threw the covers over us.
"Out, get out," Tina spat. I managed to wiggle my head from under the covers and look up at her. She had her hand clamped tightly over her eyes and was blindly shoving Mike back through the door that conjoined our two rooms. We must have forgotten to lock it when we grabbed Tina's laptop.
"-not really surprised, I mean, yesterday that bed wasn't even slept in-" Mike said as she shoved him out of the room and slammed the door.
"Just go- Out. Somewhere. Go get- Coffee- Leave." Tina pressed her forehead to the door and stood there for a moment. I could hear Mike shuffling in the other room and then heard the door to their hotel room open and close.
"You two better be putting on clothes," Tina said, not moving. I threw the blanket off of us and forced Santana to sit up. As I scrambled around, she just sat there, petrified. I grabbed both sets of our pajamas, aside from my shirt. I couldn't find it. I grabbed the next best thing and threw Santana's NYU hoodie over my head and tugged it down. She was slowly picking at the bunched up clothes I had set next to her.
"That's my underwear," I said softly. "These are yours-"
"Don't talk about it, just put your damn clothes on," Tina said. I silently helped Santana get dressed. Once we were mostly covered, I said so. Tina pulled away from the door, her hand pinching the bridge of her nose as she stared at the ground.
"Tina-"
"Zzt," she lifted her hand to shush me. "Sit down, both of you."
Santana all about fell on the spot, dropping to the mattress we'd just been rolling around on. I sat down next to her, leaving a little gap between us. She hadn't looked at me since they walked in.
"I knew you two liked each other, but Jesus Christ, I didn't know you two were screwing around," Tina spat as she paced in front of us. She ran her hand through her hair and stopped abruptly to look up at us.
"I just... ugh," Tina sat down on the second bed, pressing her hand to her forehead and just shaking her head back and forth. I didn't know what to say. Santana sat motionless, a vacant expression on her face. Tina was, I think, trying to figure out what to say. We sat there in silence for what felt like forever. It was long enough for a knock at the door to force Tina to look up again. She stood up and moved to the door, and Mike stepped in. They exchanged a small conversation in whispers and she took the coffee he was holding in his hands and walked back to the bed. Mike followed her quietly and sat next to her.
"I got you guys some hot cocoa," Mike said, extending his arm to me. I looked up and saw him smile softly at me.
"Thank you," I murmured and handed it to Santana before reaching forward again to grab the second cup. Santana held hers in both hands and looked a little like a mouse, keeping her eyes trained down. Tina took her cup, but I was pretty sure Mike had gotten her something stronger. She took a long sip, and then lowered her cup, exhaling sharply. Santana flinched.
"Are...you mad?" I asked quietly. Tina looked up at me, her eyes widening a bit. Mike placed his hand on her knee and shook his head.
"Just surprised," Mike said. "We would never be mad at you. Either of you." He glanced to Santana and smiled at her. She didn't even acknowledge him.
"...how long?" Tina said, glancing between us. "How long has this been going on?"
"Well," I gulped, looking back at Santana. She just stared uselessly at her cocoa. She hadn't moved since I handed it to her. "...I don't really know how to answer your question."
"Was the first time you guys did this this weekend?" Tina asked. "Because we just... with the Britt-Kisses, and the party. That was just Friday-"
"Oh," I shook my head slowly. "...that wasn't our first kiss."
"What?" Tina gapped. Mike squeezed her thigh again and shook his head.
"Tina, calm down," he said softly. "Brittany. Santana," he looked over at Santana and smiled again. She slowly looked up at him after being addressed directly, only to lower her gaze back to her cup.
"It's okay, whatever you two have been doing, for however long you have," Mike said reassuringly. I felt my shoulders relax a little, and my chest didn't feel so tight. Mike nudged Tina and let out a small laugh. "I can't believe you fell for jellyfish yesterday."
"You knew?" Tina said, smacking his arm.
"I thought you knew. You told me you thought they liked each other anyway," Mike said defensively. He smiled up at me. "So, you kissed before they made you?"
"...a few weeks ago," I nodded. Mike was being really nice. He wasn't nearly as scary as Tina was. Not even a little.
"You've only lived with them for like three weeks, Brittany," Tina gasped. Mike shushed her.
"Okay," Mike nodded. "...are you two...? Dating?"
"I don't know," I shrugged and looked at Santana. She looked away and gave a weak shrug that was almost impossible to see.
"Oh, no," Tina shook her head. She suddenly furrowed her brow and pressed her cup into Mike's chest as she stood up. "You did not do that to her." Tina loomed over Santana and shoved her palm against Santana's shoulder. I instinctively jumped between them.
"No, Brittany," Tina shook her head. "She needs to at least own up to the fact that she's involved." Mike put his arm across Tina's chest and pulled her back, keeping in front of her as I held my ground.
"She's just scared," I said. "You walked in on us-! What if we walked in on you? You'd be upset too."
"Tina, come on, cut her some slack," Mike said. I turned and looked down at Santana. She hadn't moved aside from being jolted back and continued to stare at the ground. I knelt down and looked up at her.
"Santana, it's okay," I whispered. She slowly looked at me, and I noticed for the first time she had tears welling up in her eyes. I rose up a little and cautiously let my hands wrap around her. I hadn't even put them completely around her when she lurched forward and buried her face into my shoulder.
"It's okay," I cooed softly, raising my hand up to stroke the back of her head. She started shaking in my arms. She hadn't been ready for this. Maybe if we had talked about it again and had control over how we told them, she wouldn't be so terrified.
"-sorry, I'm sorry," Santana mumbled. She twisted and pressed her face against my neck.
"About what?" Tina said. I looked up and saw Mike was restraining her. She definitely didn't look 'not mad.' "For leading this poor girl on? Santana, that's mean. You're mean."
"She's not," I snapped, squeezing Santana tighter. Santana wasn't mean. She was the nicest, most sweet and caring person. Ever. She twisted in my arms and glanced up at Tina.
"I don't care if she's kissing you or doing whatever it is you two are doing, but," Tina spat. "Santana, Brittany has feelings too. You can't play her like you played Puck."
I froze. I saw that Mike had too. Suddenly, Santana jerked forward, tearing out of my arms and pushed Mike back. He twisted and tugged Tina back as she stepped forward.
"I am not just fooling around!" Santana shouted. I staggered up and caught Santana's hand as she advanced towards them again. Mike held his hand out to keep her back.
"Santana, she didn't mean that-" Mike said. She wrenched her hand away from me, but I moved forward and wrapped my arms around her.
"Santana, I know," I whispered. "Calm down."
Santana started spewing words in Spanish, and I knew it had gotten out of control. This wasn't the way we should have told them. I tightened my hold on her. Tina had started shouting back.
"Will you fucking speak English?" Tina cried. "You don't say a single word this whole time and now you won't fucking shut up!"
"Tina!" Mike shouted. "Not helping!"
"No, what are you saying?" Tina growled. Santana tensed against me. She stopped shouting and turned her head to look away from all of us. Her chest was rising and falling heavily, and I could feel her heart thumping against the arm I had pressed over it to hold her back.
"...I'm gay," Santana said quietly. Everyone fell silent for a moment. Tina stopped fighting against Mike.
"I know," Tina said.
A/N: Songs are I'll Meet You There by Owl City - .com/watch?v=gloqbD2JaaU , Dance Agan by Jennifer Lopez ft. Pitbull - .com/watch?v=bjgFH01k0gU&ob=av2e , and Poor Unfortunate Souls.
I made a doodle of Santana and Brittany's Breadstix drawings:
tinyurl . com / breadstixdoodle
Munkeyy made another drawing! :)
tinyurl . com / munkeyyyCH25
And now for some bad news, guys. :( ...I feel terrible for doing this, leaving you guys on a cliffhanger and all, but I think I'm going to take a day or two to just clear my head. I've been working non-stop on this since I started it. I keep forgetting to like... eat and stuff. I even wrote like 6k of Chapter 26 already, but it's just really crappy and ...Chapter 26 is really important, and I don't want it to read wrong. I need to take some time just to think about how to relay whats in my head and put it to down in words. Plus, I need to discuss with CAPPU (Creative Alliance of Pillow Pet Unicorns - my creative development team) the rest of my outline. This or the next Chapter is essentially the end of what I guess could be considered Part One of ITYtD. I don't want to get to the end of 26 without having stronger ideas of how to get to the end of the story, and I know you guys don't like long breaks between the chapters. If I keep burning myself out like this, it'll just take longer and longer for me to write each chapter.
So, again, taking a day or two to rejuvenate. Plus my classes start back up and stuff. But once I've got everything figured out, rest, and stuff, things will get back on schedule. I promise. :) I just need to not stare at a computer screen all day for a few days. Thanks for your patience, your reviews, and all your support. Before you freak out, there are still like 10+ chapters (at least) that have to happen, so don't worry. It's not ending any time soon. We still have to get through the rest of their semester. ;)
- HeeBee