A/N: Sorry for the wait... again. I just got a new job, so it's been taking its toll on me. Thank you for the reviews, follows, and favorites though. They mean a lot to me. This chapter is a continuation of the last one and I made it a little longer than usual. I hope it makes up for the wait :)
Brittany woke up with start, patting beside her only to realize that Santana wasn't there. She sat up on the bed groggily and pouted as she felt the onset of a hangover. The blonde remembered that Santana had been beside her when she fell asleep, but the Latina had clearly been upset with her. At the time, Brittany hadn't known why. After waking up to an empty bed as she remembered the events of the previous night, she understood why Santana had been so upset.
This morning, she knew what she had to do. She had to make it up to Santana somehow, even though she didn't mean anything by what she had done the previous night. It had just been a game and she didn't realize it would've bothered Santana so much. The Latina had been fine when she went into the closet with Kurt and Brittany knew she had done some heavy stuff with him, mostly just to tease him, but still. Santana had done it, why did it bother her so much that Brittany did the same?
Of course, Brittany wasn't naïve and she most definitely was not stupid, so she knew that Santana was a bit jealous of Rachel. That was probably an understatement and Brittany knew it. She didn't know why Santana was jealous per se, but Rachel was her friend. She wasn't going to drop her just because Santana had some sort of issue with her. Brittany was jealous of Quinn, unfortunately, and yeah, she made Santana kiss her to wake her up the day before, but that was only because the blonde wanted to make sure the Latina didn't harbor any secret feelings for Quinn.
Brittany knew it was stupid to even think that just by the way Santana was so reluctant to do so. In hindsight, she shouldn't have forced Santana to do something she didn't want to, but she was really suspicious of what could've been going on between them. She was a terrible secret girlfriend because of that and because of whatever else Santana might think she had done. But she was going to make it up to her and she knew just the right people who could help her.
The blonde rubbed her eyes and removed the comforter from her body, only then realizing that she was just in her bikini bottom. She didn't have anything else on and she cursed inwardly. Had she gotten naked in front of everyone? No wonder Santana had been so mad at her. Sighing, Brittany got up and stretched, walking over to the bathroom so she could take a quick shower before heading downstairs. Once in the bathroom, she stripped the only clothing she had left and stepped into the warmth the water provided.
Brittany stayed for a while, just enjoying the way the water hit her tense muscles. Soon after, she got out and changed into comfortable clothes consisting of a v-neck long-sleeved shirt and jeans. She was drying her hair when the door to the bedroom slowly opened, causing her to look up from the dresser's vanity to across the room where a sheepish Santana stood. The Latina shuffled her feet for a bit, before finally deciding to walk over to Brittany. The blonde smiled tentatively, not sure what Santana's current mood with her was yet.
Brittany turned around in her chair, keeping her gaze trained on the approaching Latina. Santana gave her a small half-smile, saying, "Hey."
"Hi," Brittany breathed out with a slight crinkle of her brow. Santana was definitely still upset with her.
Santana looked away from Brittany for a split second, letting out a little sigh. She turned back and softly said, "I'm going to be pretty busy today, so I won't be able to spend much time with you." Santana paused and then added, "Quinn wants me to do something with her and Sam today, but I'll, um, see you tonight?"
Brittany quickly nodded her head. She was bummed that Santana wasn't going to be around, but it gave her time to work out her plan too. "Don't worry about it Sanny. I'll definitely see you tonight."
"Okay," Santana replied, looking as though she was about to leave.
Before she could, Brittany quickly reached out for her hand and squeezed it gently. Looking into those deep brown eyes, she whispered, "I'm sorry. For everything I've done."
The blonde's eyes shined with sincerity and the Latina immediately softened, releasing a little breath of air. She squeezed Brittany's hand in return, causing the blonde to give a small smile. Santana shrugged, "You don't have to apologize, it's okay Britt. I really do have to go though."
Brittany gave a small smile and nodded, releasing her hand, "Okay, bye." Santana began walking away and just before she was out the door, the blonde blurted out, "I love you, San."
Santana paused at the doorway, her hand gripping the door handle. She turned around and gave Brittany the first genuine smile of the day as she easily replied, "I love you too." The Latina gave a small wave, "Bye Britt Britt."
"Bye," Brittany said to no one in particular as Santana was already gone.
The blonde smiled to herself. Maybe Santana wasn't as mad at her as she thought she was.
After much prodding and bribing, Brittany was able to get Rachel out of bed, showered, dressed, and downstairs, where she was making them, and anybody else, coffee. Brittany was going to make breakfast for everyone as well, but after checking all the cupboards in the immaculate kitchen, she found that they only had junk food that they'd bought the day before. Rachel was sporting a really bad hangover, which shocked Brittany because the diva was usually able to hold her own when it came to drinking. She was a lightweight, but she'd never been that hung over before. It was really disconcerting seeing the brunette moody instead of her usually talkative self. Brittany knew that the hangover wasn't the only thing that was making her moody though.
The blonde leaned forward on the kitchen island, folding her hands under her chin as she looked at a grumpy Rachel. The diva had one hand rubbing her temple while she rested her head on her outstretched arm. "You okay?" Brittany spoke softly, mindful of her obvious headache.
"Not so loud Brittany," Rachel groaned out, squeezing her eyes shut. When she opened them she shrugged and grumbled, "I'm fine."
Brittany stared at her wide-eyed, raising her eyebrows to let Rachel know she didn't believe her one bit. She walked over to the counter and gave the diva some pills and a glass of water. Rachel thanked her and took them while Brittany continued to wait for an explanation.
Rachel sighed and sat up a little, rolling her eyes, "Okay, okay. I'm not fine. I have a terrible migraine and it doesn't help that I haven't seen Quinn at all." She pouted, "She just left me a note saying she'd be out all day. What does that even mean? Did I do something wrong?"
Rachel's pout grew more defined and Brittany gave her hand a reassuring squeeze, "You didn't do anything wrong, Rach. At least I don't think so. San just told me she had plans with Quinn and that was it. Maybe they're just going to look around like we did yesterday."
The diva calmed down some, "Yeah, I suppose you might be right. Quinn was just acting so weird yesterday. I don't know, maybe I'm just imagining things."
"Or maybe she's working on a super secret surprise for your birthday and she doesn't want you to find out," Brittany said with grin. That was logical, wasn't it?
Rachel beamed before wincing and toning down her smile, "That would explain why Quinn was so secretive with Santana last night." Rachel paused and looked at her hands, "You don't think… do you think maybe they have a thing together? Like romantically inclined, I mean."
Brittany chuckled lightly because that's exactly what she thought sometimes. "God, I hope not! Do you know how much that would suck?"
"How much what would suck? Well, besides Sam here," Puck asked, wearing a smug smirk as he approached the girls.
Sam turned a dark shade of red beside him and punched his arm, "Puck, what the fuck? You can't go around telling people that!"
Puck pouted and sat beside Rachel, rubbing his arm, "First of all, that hurt. And second, I'm sorry if I offended you, but I tell these girls everything. Don't I?"
"A little too much at times, I would say," Rachel replied with a small smile.
"Hey!" Puck pouted while everyone chuckled beside him, "Whatever. I just really trust you guys, that's all."
Brittany grinned, shoving Puck playfully, "Aww, we care about you too!"
"Jokes aside," Sam said, interrupting the playful banter, "have you guys seen Quinn and Santana? I was supposed to meet with them, but I was um… preoccupied for a while there."
The blonde boy blushed harder when Puck smirked and wiggled his eyebrows, "If you know what he means."
Brittany and Rachel giggled while Sam chastised Puck until the boy went quiet and apologized profusely. Sam shook his head, but gave a Puck a chaste kiss on the cheek, causing the boy to grin from ear to ear. Brittany smiled, it was so nice to see Puck finally happy for once. He'd been sad for so long that it was amazing watching him light up when Sam was around.
"Sam?" Brody questioned, garnering the attention of the others as he stood by the doorway. "Quinn and Santana are waiting for you by the trail outside with a rental car." He looked down as a hint of a blush covered his tan cheeks, "I'm sorry about this, but Santana said if you're done riding Puck's dick, you should get out there ASAP before she goes all Lima Heights."
Brody looked just as embarrassed as Sam did, while everybody else tried hard to stifle their laughter. Sam quickly stood up, resembling a tomato, and shuffled to the entrance where Brody was still standing by as he mumbled, "Why does everybody assume I'm the bottom?" He shook his head and turned around, speaking louder, "I'll see you later Puck. Don't expect anything from me though. I'm mad at you again."
With that Sam was gone leaving a bewildered Puck behind. "What did I do!" He shouted, looking around wildly.
Rachel patted his back sympathetically, "It's okay, Noah. You just have to apologize profusely and mean it, and it'll all be okay."
"But I didn't do anything!"
"That doesn't matter in a relationship," Brody piped up, moving closer to them. "If they say you're wrong, you're wrong and you have to apologize for it. It's easier that way, trust me."
"God, I thought chicks were complicated, but I guess dudes are too," Puck grumbled.
Brittany shook her head and smiled, "Everybody is complicated in their own way, Puck. It's intriguing figuring out the puzzle pieces that make someone up, don't you think?"
"Hell no. I'd rather have things be simple."
"Really, Noah?" Rachel interjected. "You told me you didn't date girls on the Cheerios, well the ones you slept with, because they were so simple-minded. Sam may not be the smartest guy, but he definitely has things that make him complicated and you absolutely love that."
Puck looked down at the kitchen island and shrugged, "Okay, I guess I do. It's just so hard understanding how someone works sometimes."
"Well, they don't call the human species complicated for nothing," Brittany stated. They all nodded, losing themselves in their thoughts, when the blonde spoke up again, "Now that you're all here, I was wondering if you all could help me with something?"
"It's not those math equations you were studying for the SAT's, is it? Because I gotta say, they were harder to understand than that Irish kid we met yesterday," Brody said as he crossed his arms over his chest.
"He was easy to understand," Rachel replied with a wave of her hand. She smirked, "You just didn't like him because he was flirting with Gaby."
Brody scoffed, looking away, "That's not true."
Rachel grinned, "Uh, yeah it was! You were so-"
"Britt, what did you need help with?" Brody immediately interjected.
Rachel smirked, knowing that she was right. Brittany straightened and looked at each of them before speaking, "Okay, so as you may know, San and I are dating. Secretly, I mean." She paused as everybody nodded, "I think I really upset her last night and I really want to make it up to her. I know she's extremely jealous of Rachel for some unknown reason-"
"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?"
"But I need to do something to make her understand that I don't care about anybody as much as I care about her," Brittany continued, ignoring Rachel's outburst. "Obviously, I love you all, but I love San more and I'm sure you all can understand that."
They all nodded, thinking of their significant other. Puck was the first to speak up, "Okay, Brittany. I think we're all down to help you." He looked at the other two and they nodded. Puck continued, "What did you have in mind?"
Brittany smiled, "Well, I was thinking we could set something up outside. Santana was really interested in exploring the woods yesterday, so I think maybe like camping out would be good. Rachel told me it's beautiful at night because the stars shine really bright and it'd be secluded enough that we'd get to be alone without being interrupted," Brittany ended, giving Puck and Rachel a pointed look.
"That sounds great Panda!" Brody said with a smile, oblivious to the embarrassment of the other two. "When do you want to do this?"
Rachel cleared her throat and sat up straight, "I have a tent that I could provide. It's big enough to fit more than four people and the top opens up so you can look at the stars." Rachel smiled and stood, "For everything else, I think we should just go shopping!"
Puck's eyes widened and he breathed out, "No! What have I gotten myself into?"
Brody patted Puck's shoulder, his eyes equally wide, "I feel you bro. We're so screwed."
The girls ignored the boys, walking out of the kitchen with their arms linked as they discussed certain details and where they'd have to go shopping as they walked upstairs to retrieve their purses. Brody and Puck trudged behind, going to get ready as well as get their wallets because they knew any shopping trip involving girls would certainly be expensive.
A town over, Quinn, Sam, and Santana walked around a mall they'd discovered after driving aimlessly. They were looking for dresses appropriate for what Quinn had planned. It was mostly just a date like any other, but she really wanted to look her best so she could woo Rachel and make sure she didn't reject her when she actually asked her out. It would be so embarrassing if she did all of that for nothing, but Rachel was worth it, so she wasn't too worried.
Quinn hadn't seen Rachel since that morning and it was really making her moody, not to mention the fact that she was sporting a very nasty hangover. That, and Santana and Sam had argued for the past half hour over who apparently was the bottom in their relationships. Why anyone would want to know private information like that was beyond Quinn. She didn't think she'd ever talk about such things to Santana because she knew her friend would just embarrass her and Sam, well, he usually blabbered until he pretended he had to be somewhere else.
The only reason why she would ever speak to Santana on the subject would be if she needed tips on how to actually do those types of things with a girl. The blond didn't think she'd need any information like that anytime soon, so she was postponing that inevitably embarrassing talk. The mall was unusually crowded, especially for a weekday, but Quinn didn't mind too much. The noise was really killing her though and she was sure people thought she was high because of the huge glasses she was wearing indoors. She scowled at a group of girls around her age that were staring at their group disdainfully.
When the girls immediately looked away, she smirked. It was nice to see that people would still cower at her presence. She did miss it occasionally, but only because of the power it provided. The blonde was content with being remotely nice though because it was a good change and Rachel really seemed to like her better that way. Quinn continued walking on the second floor of the mall, hoping that a store would catch her eye and have the dress she was looking for. The blonde was too preoccupied that she didn't notice she had walked by herself for a while.
She sighed and did a full turn, hoping to catch a glimpse of Santana's ridiculously tight-fitting dress or Sam's Superman t-shirt. Quinn rubbed her forehead and sighed again, muttering, "Where are they?" Feeling a pat on her shoulder, she turned around, ready to chastise her friends for leaving her. Instead she furrowed her brows and asked, "Can I help you?"
A boy around her age stood there, practically undressing her with his stare. To say Quinn was uncomfortable was an understatement. The guy was about her height and he was good-looking, but the way he openly leered at her made her feel a little nauseous. She looked around, praying to God that Santana or Sam came soon. She really didn't feel like talking to some random guy that was no doubt going to hit on her.
"So, my buddies and I were wondering if you were a model?" The guy asked, pointing behind him to a group of boys that were grinning in their direction. "We've just never seen a girl as pretty as you around here before. Trust me, we would've noticed."
The guy leered at her again and Quinn shuddered lightly. She smiled politely because she didn't want to set him off in any way, "I'm not from around here actually. I'm just visiting, so if you could excuse me, I actually-"
"Where are you from?" The guy interrupted her.
Quinn's smile tightened as she gritted out, "Lima."
He smiled, "Oh, really! That's not too far from here." He turned around and smiled at his friends as they whooped and hollered. Quinn furrowed her brows, not knowing what was going on with them. He turned back around, still smiling, "So, would you like to go out with me? I could really show you a nice time."
"Thanks, but I'm actually going to be busy. Sorry," Quinn said, rolling her eyes behind her glasses. The guy was so predictable.
"C'mon, it'll just be a few hours. You'll have fun, I swear," The guy insisted.
"I can't, I-"
"I'm not leaving until you say yes."
Quinn huffed and looked around again. She couldn't very well leave because he'd surely follow. What mess had she gotten herself into now? It wasn't the first time she'd had to fend off guys because of her looks. She just didn't want something bad to happen. Where were her friends when she needed them?
Quinn felt arms wrap around her waist from behind as a peck was placed on her cheek. A voice loudly said, "Hey, babe. What's going on?"
So that's where her friends were.
Quinn sighed in relief at hearing Santana's voice, looking beside her to see Sam standing full height with his arms crossed beside her. Quinn turned her head and smiled at Santana, knowing what the Latina was doing, "Oh, nothing. This guy, I'm sorry, what was your name?"
The guy looked at the trio incredulously and quickly said, "Larry."
Quinn smiled and looked back to Santana, "Larry was insisting I go out with him. Funny, isn't it?"
Santana nodded and unwrapped her arms from around Quinn, standing beside her as she linked their hands together. "Yeah, it really is funny. Isn't it Sammy?"
Sam puffed out his chest, looking extremely menacing, as he said, "Totally."
Larry's eyes widened as he looked at their linked hands and up at the girls' faces. "W-Wait, so you're? And she's?" He shook his head and blinked rapidly, "That can't be. You don't look like lesbians."
Quinn felt Santana's hand tighten and she gulped fearing for the worst. Sam looked at her with wide eyes, preparing to hold Santana back if he needed to. Santana merely smiled, a smile that they knew meant she wasn't playing around anymore, as she asked, "What did you just say?"
Oblivious to the tension, the boy repeated what he had said. "You don't look like lesbos. I mean, you're both dressed like girls and you're hot as hell." He paused and gave them a knowing smile, "Look, you don't have to lie to me. You two couldn't be dykes, there's no way in hell."
Sam immediately placed a calming hand on Santana's shoulder. Quinn squeezed Santana's hand, letting her know that she would handle this. The blonde took of her glasses with her unoccupied hand and placed them in her bag before staring at Larry with her most powerful glare.
The guy immediately looked away and she snapped her fingers, "Look at me!" He turned and she smiled darkly, glare still in place, "Since when does not looking a certain way decide what someone's sexuality is? I may not look it, but I sure as hell am a lesbian. With guys like you, who probably couldn't even satisfy a woman in any way, who wouldn't be one? Now, you're going to move your homophobic ass away from us, before my girlfriend here moves it for you."
Larry stayed still, looking unsure of what was going on. Santana bristled beside her, "Are you fucking deaf or something? Get out of our fucking faces! Piensas que esto es un juego?"
Santana had begun stepping closer to the boy and Sam held onto her tighter. They both knew when the Spanish started, things would go bad. Sam looked at the boy and hissed out, "Go! Now, or I won't hold her back anymore."
He seemed to notice how bad it would go for him if he didn't leave immediately, so he ran away, calling to his friends to follow him. The trio watched all of them scurry away, asking what had happened. Quinn looked at Sam and they both looked at a still fuming Santana. They walked her over to one of the benches by the railings and sat her down, Quinn holding on to her hand and Sam wrapping his arm around her shoulder. Santana calmed down some, but she looked pretty upset.
Quinn knew it must've taken a toll on her, being called names like that to her face. The blonde was used to being called names in her Lucy days, so it wasn't that big of a shock to her. Yes, it was still offensive, but she wasn't worried about anybody knowing her sexuality. Her mother already knew and if anyone else found out, it would be okay because she knew she still had people who supported her. Santana didn't know what her parents would do and she knew her abuela would most likely be against it. So, that interaction had affected her more than Quinn, especially because she wasn't out to anyone, except the people who were close to her.
"God," Santana finally huffed out after a while, "if an asshole that we don't even know was this offensive, who knows how offensive the people in our town will be?"
"When that time comes, it'll be okay San," Quinn reassured her. "Do you want to know why?"
"Why?"
Quinn smiled, "Because you'll have an amazing girlfriend and friends who will support you, even when nobody else does. You won't be alone, Santana."
"Yeah, and if anybody tries anything, I'll kick their ass," Sam piped up with a smile of his own.
Santana scoffed, rolling her eyes, "Please, you couldn't kick anybody's ass if you wanted to."
"I could too!" Sam retorted. He looked at Quinn with pleading eyes, "Couldn't I, Quinn?"
"Don't bring Quinn into this, Lady Lips!"
"Quuuiiinnn! Tell her to stop insulting me!"
Quinn shook her head and smiled, standing up from her seat. She knew the worst was past them and Santana would be okay. The Latina gave her a soft smile that let her know she was fine as she continued to bicker with Sam. They walked around for a bit, until Quinn finally found the store she knew she'd find what she needed. All that was left was preparing the rest of the evening. She just hoped Rachel liked it too.
"No, no, no! This is all wrong," The diva huffed out, garnering eye rolls from the group with her.
"What's wrong with this one," Puck whined.
They had been at a local shop for hours, trying to find the perfect items that would make the night absolutely romantic for Brittany and Santana. Rachel had gone overboard to say the least. Even Brittany was growing a little irritated at the amount of time they had spent searching for a quilt. The blonde would've been content with any old quilt, but Rachel insisted it had to be soft enough and wide enough or else they'd be uncomfortable.
"The colors are wrong, they're too bright! A darker color, perhaps a red, would be much better Noah," Rachel stated as she stared at the shelves with the quilts. She pushed the cart forward, with Brittany sitting inside it, and she smiled. Grabbing a bag with a dark red quilt and black design inside it, she said, "This one! It's perfect and look, it's even double stuffed and egyptian cotton."
Brody took the bag from her hands and furrowed his brows, "This is the one we grabbed hours ago and you said it was wrong!"
Rachel pursed her lips and crossed her arms, "I don't recall such a thing."
"Oh my god," Puck huffed out when he noticed it was in fact the same quilt. "I love you Jew babe, but this is too much. We could've been out of here hours ago!"
Brittany startled awake, having fallen asleep with how long Rachel was taking, "What's going on?"
"Nothing Britt," Rachel quickly said. "We're done here. Let's go and set everything up."
Brittany sat up in the cart and grinned, "Finally! What time is it?"
Brody checked the time on his phone and winced, "It's six already."
"What!? We need to hurry!" Brittany shouted as she hopped out of the cart. "C'mon, let's go! San is probably at home already."
Puck nodded, "Yeah, they're home. Sam texted me about an hour ago."
"I'm so sorry, Brittany! I didn't mean to waste so much time," Rachel apologized.
Brittany grabbed the quilt and practically ran to the checkout lane with everyone else hot on her heels. She was the first in line and quickly thrust her credit card at the cashier when it was time to pay. She squirmed around as the machine took forever to process the payment. Brody and Puck started the rental car, driving to the entrance as Brittany threw herself in the car next to Rachel.
"It's okay, Rachel," Brittany finally said after a while. "Time passes by quickly sometimes."
Rachel nodded in acknowledgement, "Okay, so here's the plan. Brody and Puck, you both will go set up everything. Remember to start the fire too or else it'll be too cold. Brittany and I will go home and I'll help distract Santana while Britt gets ready. Is that good with everyone?"
There was a chorus of yeses and Rachel smiled. Brittany squeezed her hand, "Thank you for helping Rach." She looked at everyone and smiled, "Thank you all for helping. I don't know what I'd do without friends like you."
"It's no problem Brittany. That's what friends are for, right?" Rachel spoke for everyone.
Brittany nodded and they all fell into comfortable silence. They made it to the cabin in no time and Brittany and Rachel got out while Puck and Brody drove away to the spot they had decided would be best. Brittany rushed inside and said a quick hello to everyone who were loitering around the cabin. Rachel walked a little slower, searching for Santana. She said her hello's to everyone she saw and asked around for the Latina.
The blonde, meanwhile, ran upstairs to her shared room and got out comfortable, warm clothing for the occasion. She dug around her last drawer, all the way in the back, where she had hidden the gift she had gotten for Santana. It hadn't cost too much, so she thinks it'd be easier for Santana to accept it. It was something she was going to give the Latina for Christmas, but Brittany thought it was better to give it to her now. That way she'd know just how much Brittany really cared for her.
Brittany secured the item in the jeans she was going to wear and she quickly threw herself in the shower. She took the quickest shower she had taken in her life and got ready just as quickly, making sure she actually looked decent. When she deemed that she looked pretty good, she texted Rachel, letting her know that Santana could come up already. The blonde sat on the edge of the bed, absently looking at the tv in front of her. She had no idea what was playing when Santana finally walked in, looking as beautiful as ever.
The blonde always wondered why a girl as pretty as Santana would ever want someone like her. Yes, she knew she was pretty good-looking herself, but Santana was beyond beautiful. She was sure the Latina could be a model if she wanted to be. Santana could be stubborn and hurtful at times, not directly with her, but she was the best person in the world in Brittany's eyes. She would forever be grateful that Santana chose her to be with when she could've had anyone she wanted. She would always be grateful that more than anything, Santana chose to be her friend.
"Hey Britt Britt," Santana greeted as she walked into the room. She looked at the blonde's attire and furrowed her brows, "What's going on?"
Brittany smiled and pulled the red rose Brody had given to her from behind her back. She stood up and walked over to Santana, handing the rose over to her. The Latina blushed lightly and looked questioningly at Brittany. "I was wondering if you'd like to go out with me? Don't worry, it'll just be us and it'll be secluded, I promise."
Santana reached forward and grabbed Brittany's hand, "You don't even have to ask Britt. Of course I'll go out with you."
Brittany let out the breath she was holding in and grinned, "Oh, thank God. I was worried you'd say no."
"Why?"
"Because you were mad at me. Last night and this morning and maybe even now. I'm really sorry San, I didn-"
Santana gently placed her lips against Brittany's, moving them slowly. The blonde's breath hitched and she quickly shut her eyes, enjoying the way Santana was kissing her. Much too quickly, the Latina pulled away, causing Brittany to pout slightly. Santana chuckled, "I could never be mad at you, baby. I was mad at myself for overreacting. I'm the one who's sorry if I made you think otherwise."
Brittany shook her head. Santana wasn't mad at her! That was good, at least she thought so. Now they could just spend their date cuddling instead of having to worry if Santana was still mad at her or not. "It's fine Sanny," Brittany replied easily. "But you should hurry up and get ready. Oh, and wear warm clothes cause it'll be cold out. I'll wait for you downstairs babe."
With a chaste kiss to Santana's lips, Brittany scurried downstairs to wait in the living room for her. If she would've stayed a little longer, maybe she would've heard the squeal and happy dance Santana broke out in immediately afterward.
"Can I please know where we're going?"
"No, we're almost there. Don't be so impatient San."
"But Britt," Santana whined, "we've been walking for hours!"
Brittany stopped and looked at Santana with a raised brow, "We've only been walking for ten minutes."
Santana pursed her lips, "It feels like hours."
The blonde chuckled at the Latina's antics and continued walking, pulling Santana closer to her. She wrapped her arm around Santana's shoulders and smiled when the Latina snuggled closer to her. They walked deeper into the forest, the night sky tingeing an orange color with the setting sun. Brittany led Santana off of the trail, walking the way she had when she had come with everybody else earlier.
Santana stopped abruptly, looking up at Brittany, "Where are you going? The trail is over there."
"We have to walk off the trail to get to where we need to be."
"What if we get lost Britt?" Santana asked, looking slightly panicked.
Brittany smiled and squeezed Santana's arms with her hands, "I've been here already Sanny and if we do get lost, Rachel knows where we are. I'm sure they'd come looking for us if we didn't show up sometime tomorrow."
Santana seemed to accept that answer and she snuggled close to Brittany again. The blonde smiled and they continued on their way, commenting on how the sky looked and how pretty the forest was in the winter. They reached the place where a clearing had been made and Brittany reached out to move shrubs out of the way so Santana could pass. The Latina made her way into the clearing and Brittany followed shortly after, stumbling into Santana. Brittany looked at Santana, wondering what the hold up was when she noticed how awestruck she looked.
The clearing was a semi-circle, wide enough to fit everything Puck and Brody had set up earlier, and in front of it was a spring. It should've been frozen over because of the weather, but the water was still running, a little steam coming from it as it crashed from the cliffs above to the pool of water below. Rachel had told her that she had found this place when she was little and that not many people knew about it. It was basically a hot spring, with a waterfall and all.
The tent was set up in the corner of the clearing, there was a campfire already started, and bags of different junk foods beside two wooden logs. The sun was nearly set, giving off a very warm vibe to the area. Brittany smiled at Santana's frozen state and grabbed her hand, tugging her forward to the campfire. The blonde sat Santana down on one of the logs, turning around and digging through the bag of food until she found what she was looking for. She hummed to herself as she grabbed two long sticks that were propped up against the other log, putting a marshmallow on each stick. The blonde handed a stick over to Santana and sat next to her, nudging her shoulder with her own.
Brittany put the stick close to fire, making sure it wasn't to far in because she didn't want it to burn. She nudged Santana again when she realized that she wasn't moving at all, "What's wrong San?" Santana remained quiet and Brittany began to panic, "I'm sorry if you don't like it. We can go back and do something else."
The blonde was about to stand up when Santana stopped her. The Latina shook her head and turned to face the blonde, giving her a sweet smile, "No, Britt. This is perfect. It was just taking me a while to get used to. Really, it's beyond perfect."
"Oh, okay," Brittany sighed in relief. "But we haven't even really started. There's still a lot of things to do."
Santana raised a brow, "Oh? Like what?"
Brittany smirked and winked at Santana, "You'll just have to wait and see."
"No fair," Santana replied with a pout.
Brittany and Santana spent some time around the campfire making s'mores or in Brittany's case, just eating the marshmallows. They talked about anything and everything, recalling stories that they shared together the past two years. The conversation quickly shifted from their friendship to when they realized they liked one another. For Santana, it had been when Brittany finally tried out for the Cheerios a few weeks into their Freshman year. As soon as she had seen the blonde dance like no other person she had ever seen before, the Latina knew she just had to be close to her. So, Santana did so by offering her friendship, something she hadn't done with anybody else in her entire life.
Brittany, however, liked Santana the moment she laid eyes on her the first day of their Freshman year. The Latina had walked down the hallway with a scowl on her face, her eyes looking everywhere as if daring anyone to come and challenge her. Even then, everybody cowered in her presence, but Brittany didn't. Behind that angry, hard mask, Brittany knew there was a sweet, lovable girl who was afraid of letting people in because she didn't want to be hurt. The instant their eyes met, if only for a brief second, Brittany knew that she had to do whatever it took to be in that beautiful girl's life.
The only way to do that was to join the Cheerios, so she did and now here they were, finally girlfriends. Secret girlfriends, but girlfriends nevertheless. That's all that mattered to Brittany, the secret part wasn't so bad because at least she had Santana. The Latina blushed throughout Brittany's retelling of the day she knew she liked her. Brittany loved when she was able to make Santana blush, even when she denied it because 'ethnic people don't really blush, Britt'.
After they sat for a while, Brittany decided to go for a swim. Santana was skeptical because she didn't want to get sick and it was pretty cold. But when Brittany began to take off all her clothes, except her bra and panties and jumped in the water, she decided to follow. The water was surprisingly warm, despite the dropping temperature, and they swam around. They raced each other in the water, took turns jumping from a ledge, and messed around until it got really dark that they couldn't see much anymore. Getting out of the water, Brittany quickly ran over to the warmth of the fire, instantly regretting getting wet in that sort of weather. She looked over to the tent and began stripping her bra and panties, laying them out on the logs to dry out.
As she was removing her panties, her bra already discarded, Santana caught up to Brittany and asked, "What are you doing?"
"D-Drying out m-my clothes, d-duh," Brittany stuttered out, setting her panties on the log. She turned to face Santana, oblivious to the girls ogling, "You s-should do so t-too. I w-wouldn't want you to g-get sick. Come i-into the t-tent when you're done."
With that, Brittany scurried off into the tent, practically moaning at the warmth that immediately hit her. She looked around for the source of warmth and saw a small heater in the corner of the huge tent as well as various scented candles on a small stand beside it. The blonde smiled.
Thank God for Rachel Berry and all her planning.
The tent was as big as Rachel had said it'd be from the inside. There was enough space for Brittany to actually stand up and walk around in. On the floor, there were numerous blankets and pillows thrown around in the center with the huge quilt they bought earlier on top. Just above the pile, there was see-through plastic on the tent that showed the night sky. It could be opened if she wanted it to be, but because of the cold, Brittany decided to leave it closed.
Next to the stand with the candles, there was a small box which held matches, a laptop with various assortments of dvd's, a bottle of what Brittany assumed was wine, two glasses, an extra set of clothing, and a single orange flower. Brittany didn't remember packing any of it and she was momentarily confused about what that was doing there. She moved the clothes around, noticing that there was also clothes for Santana, and found a blue sticky note on the bottom with loopy handwriting.
B,
I hope you don't mind. I just thought that these items were a must for a romantic evening. The flower is called an Orange Blossom and it symbolizes eternal love. I thought maybe you could use it with your gift.
Don't tell Santana I helped, or any of us really, because she'll surely kill me in a jealous rampage. Have fun!
P.S. If you're not back by midday tomorrow, I'm sending a search party.
Brittany chuckled at Rachel's antics. The diva was really one of the greatest friends she had ever had. The amount of detail she put into everything she did simply astounded Brittany. This was surely going to be an evening she and Santana wouldn't forget. Smiling to herself, she forego putting on any clothes and bounded to the pile of blankets, snuggling under the huge quilt as she began to feel warm again. She paused mid-snuggle and furrowed her brows, looking around. Where was Santana?
The blonde sat up, the quilt covering her, as she called out, "San? Where are you?" When she didn't receive an answer, she began to worry. Wrapping a small blanket around her, she quickly got out of the tent and called out again, "Sanny?"
Santana sat stoic on the log in front of the fire, still in only her undergarments. Brittany immediately ran towards her and threw an extra blanket she brought with her over her girlfriend. "Santana, what are you doing?" Brittany asked worriedly.
The Latina's lips were already a shade of blue from the cold and her teeth were chattering incessantly. Santana licked her lips, her breath fogging up in front of her, "I-I'm j-just… I-I-I…"
Brittany lifted Santana up and guided her towards the tent, "Come with me, San. You can tell me inside, okay?"
Santana nodded and followed Brittany inside, sighing in relief at the warmth that engulfed her. Brittany unwrapped the blanket from Santana and reached behind her to unhook her bra. The Latina raised a shaky hand and placed it on her shoulder, "W-What are you d-doing?"
Brittany smiled slightly. At least she was able to speak somewhat coherently now. "I need to take your clothes off. They're wet and you're going to get sick if you leave them on."
"O-Okay."
The blonde continued, removing Santana's bra and then her panties, running quickly outside to place them beside her own to dry. She rummaged through her jeans for the gift she was going to give to Santana and smiled once she grabbed it. When she came back in, Santana was already under the quilt, her head barely poking out from under the covers.
Brittany smiled at the adorableness that was Santana Lopez and went over to the box so she could get the matches to light the candles and place the gift in the proper box she got for it. She threw the blanket that she still had on, on the floor and began lighting the candles. Brittany could practically feel Santana's eyes roaming her body, leaving goosebumps everywhere they landed.
Brittany turned around and smiled at Santana, watching her head pop up from the massive pillows to blatantly leer at her. She looked better, the color returned to her skin and her lips didn't look blue anymore. The Latina audibly gulped, her eyes finally meeting Brittany's in an unabashed, lustful stare. The blonde shivered lightly at the pure want in Santana's eyes, but she couldn't give into being with her just yet. She had to apologize and say what she needed to say first and then she'd spend all night doing many wonderful things to one Santana Lopez.
The blonde walked over to Santana, crawling under the covers beside her. She made sure she was covered modestly before sitting up slightly to look over at Santana, "I was wondering if we could talk about something?"
Santana immediately sat up, wildly alert, as the quilt went down to her waist. Brittany's eyes zoomed on her chest, admiring just how perfect they were. The blonde hadn't been absolutely thrilled when she found out about Santana's boob job because she had wonderful breasts to begin with, but she couldn't deny that they were beautifully enhanced. She bit her lower lip as subtly as she could while she continued staring, unaware of what Santana had just asked.
A hand waved in front of her face, breaking her concentration. "Hmm?"
Santana smirked knowingly, "I said, 'what did you want to talk about'?"
Brittany shook her head and looked up to Santana's eyes, smiling sheepishly, "Sorry. Um, could you please cover yourself first? Because your boobs are totally distracting and I need to be focused for this." Santana complied, looking at Brittany expectantly afterward. The blonde sighed softly and began, "So, I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for what I did last night."
"It's okay, Britt," Santana immediately reassured. "It was just a game and I shouldn't have freaked out so much."
"I understand how you were feeling San," Brittany replied. She took a deep breath and rolled her eyes self-deprecatingly, mumbling, "I get jealous too."
Santana furrowed her brows, leaning in closer, genuinely asking, "What? Sorry, I didn't hear you."
Brittany blushed lightly and spoke a little louder, "I'm jealous of Quinn, okay? I know we're all friends, but you both always seemed to get each other on weird, oddly violent level and you're both lesbians and I just feel like you don't like that I'm not. I mean, obviously I like girls, but I'm not a full lesbian because I like boys too and I know that bothers you. I know Quinn probably understands you be-"
"Britt? I'm going to stop you right there," Santana interrupted gently, grabbing hold of Brittany's hand. "First of all, could you not ramble so much? You're starting to sound like that midget Berry. I knew she would be a bad influence on you," The Latina joked while Brittany merely chuckled lightly. Santana smiled, "Britt, I don't care if you're bi or whatever else you may be. I just care about you, all of you. You don't have to be like me if you aren't. Why would I care when you never cared that I was a lesbian? You always embraced all my aspects, the good and the bad, and I embrace yours. Don't forget that."
Brittany nodded, grasping Santana's hand tighter. The Latina furrowed her brows, deep in thought, "As for Quinn, you're right."
Brittany's face immediately fell, "You mean you're tog-"
"No! God no," Santana quickly interjected. "I meant that you're right about our weird relationship. Honestly, with all the crap we do to each other, I should hate her and she should hate me too. But I think it's because of that that we're so close," Santana paused momentarily. "There's no reason to be jealous Britt. Quinn is my closest friend, that's all."
"I thought I was your closest friend," Brittany mumbled.
"Hey," Santana quietly whispered, lifting Brittany's head with her hand. "You're not my closest friend because you're my best friend. Being my best friend means you're closer to me than anybody else ever could."
Brittany nodded in understanding. She was worried that Quinn was more important to Santana, but that was silly. If that were true, Santana would be with Quinn and not with her. Brittany shook her head and smiled softly, "You're my best friend too, Sanny. Always."
Santana smiled widely, leaning in to kiss Brittany, when a thought crossed her mind. The Latina pulled away abruptly causing Brittany to pout. "Wait, is that all you wanted to talk about?" Santana asked.
The blonde snapped out of her Santana-induced haze. She really did have to finish talking to Santana. "No, I have something else to say," Brittany responded. Santana nodded and waited for her to continue. The blonde let out a deep breath and began, "So, I know that sometimes you get jealous of certain people. Rachel, to be exact. I just want to know why that is."
Santana looked away momentarily, running her index finger on the quilt. She sighed and said, "It's just… Berry could give you the things I can't right now. She would be out and proud with you, while I'm still afraid of what everyone else might think of me. I see how happy she makes you sometimes and I know that you could be good together." Santana looked up and shrugged halfheartedly, "I'm jealous because I know deep down, if you'd ever leave me, you'd be with her."
Brittany placed her hands on Santana's shoulders and brought her closer. She stared intensely into her warm brown eyes, making sure Santana was looking into hers too. When Brittany was sure Santana wouldn't look away, she whispered, "That's where you're wrong."
"What?"
"You're wrong Santana," Brittany repeated, her eyes boring into the Latina's. "I don't care if we're together in secret for a year or five or ten. I don't care how long it takes you to be comfortable enough to admit who you are because I'll always be yours Santana. If we were to ever break up, which will never, ever happen, then I would just live out my days alone with Lord Tubbington because there won't ever be anyone better for me than you." Brittany moved her hands from Santana's shoulders to her face, eyes burning with sincerity, "You make me happy and you're enough for me. Always were and always will be."
Santana looked like she was about to cry and Brittany grew worried. She didn't want Santana to cry, she wanted her to be happy. The blonde decided to finish before she asked what was wrong. She really just had to finish. Brittany stood up quickly and went to the box, picking up the light tinted orange flower and the smaller box with her gift. She turned and hid the gift behind her back, showing only the beautiful flower as she walked over to Santana. The blonde sat back down, handing the flower over to Santana.
The Latina furrowed her brows, but accept the flower. "What's this, Britt?"
"It's an orange blossom. It means eternal love and I think it's an accurate representation of us because I'll love you forever," Brittany stated matter-of-factly.
"I'll always love you too, Britt," Santana said while she blushed lightly. She leaned down to smell the flower, smiling when she did so. "It smells good."
Brittany hummed, toying with the box behind her back. She took in a deep breath and braced herself for what she was about to do. It was now or never. The blonde pulled the box out from behind her and grabbed Santana's hand, placing it in her palm. "I wasn't going to give you this until Christmas because I thought it'd be more special with the holiday spirit and all, but I think it'll still be special now."
Santana's eyes widened as she stared at the box in her palm, her eyes shifting from it to Brittany's eyes at a rapid pace. The blonde could see how fast Santana's heart was beating, unsure now if the Latina would accept her gift. Santana gulped loudly and settled her gaze on Brittany, "What is this?"
"Open it," Brittany all but whispered.
Santana nodded, setting down the flower beside her. She reached a shaky hand to the box, lifting the lid up at an excruciatingly slow pace. Brittany stared at Santana's face the whole time, gauging her reaction and wishing she could be able to know what the Latina was thinking. The lid of the box was finally opened and Santana inhaled sharply, gasping at what was inside. She kept her gaze down, staring at the ring inside the box, keeping quiet.
Brittany began to fidget. Maybe Santana didn't like the ring, that's why she was being so quiet and not looking at her. The blonde thought she got a design that would be good for her. It wasn't flashy, it was toned down, but still different enough to be unique. The ring was a single gold band, wide enough to hold the designs, but it wasn't bulky. It had detailed leaf designs on its sides and a reasonably sized, heart-shaped diamond in the center. On top and on the bottom of the diamond were two songbirds, looking like they were protecting it. Brittany had fallen in love with the ring as soon as she had laid eyes on it at the jewelers, buying it on the spot for Santana.
The blonde had hoped with all her heart that Santana would love it too, but as the minutes ticked by, she worried more and more. Santana was never this quiet before. Something was wrong.
Because she was on the brink of panicking, the blond began to speak, "It's a promise ring. I know we're too young to be married now, but I wanted you to have something that let's you know how much you mean to me. I love you Santana. I love you more than I could ever love anybody else in the world. We've been through so much together and I know in my heart that you're it for me. I will never find anybody else I'd rather be with than you."
Santana remained quite still, with her eyes still locked on the ring before her. Brittany knew she was rambling, a habit she definitely did pick up from Rachel, and she continued, "I want to marry you someday San and I want to have an amazing family with you. I know that could take some time, but that's why I got you the ring because it's a promise. A promise to love you forever and to always be by your side no matter what happens in life. A promise to always cherish and protect you, even when you push me away. I promise that I'll never leave you and I will work every day of my life to make you happy and keep you happy for as long as you'll have me."
Brittany paused and bit her lip, feeling herself tear up a little. She wasn't expecting to start crying, but this was emotional. All the feelings she had for Santana were coming at her at once and it was getting to her. The blonde sniffled, reaching out to squeeze Santana's hand, "I love you, Santana. Will you accept this promise?" The Latina stayed silent and Brittany feared the worst, whispering, "Please, say something. Anything."
Santana finally looked up, eyes locking to Brittany's immediately. The Latina was already crying, her eyes red from the tears she shed. Brittany was unsure if she had done something wrong. She cursed herself inwardly. Why couldn't she ever do anything right? Santana set the box down gently beside the flower and reached her hands up to Brittany's face, wiping her tears away slowly. The tears still rolled down the Latina's face as she leaned in, pressing her lips softly against Brittany's. The blond inhaled sharply, her mind a muddled a mess, but she still kissed Santana back, letting her set the pace.
Santana moved her lips against Brittany's slowly and languidly, rotating from kissing the blonde's top lip and lower lip to just pressing their lips fully together. She kissed Brittany harder, pulling back as slowly as she had leaned in. She smiled softly, a grin that showed her dimples, as she whispered, "I accept, Brittany. I want it, I want all of it with you. I love you and I'll never love anybody else as much as I love you."
A grin broke out on Brittany's face and she threw herself at Santana, wrapping her in a tight hug. "God, I love you so much San," Brittany said with her face buried in the Latina's neck.
Santana pulled Brittany in closer, tightening her arms around her, "I love you too, Britt Britt."
They stayed embraced for a while before Brittany pulled away, smile still in place. She grabbed the box and pulled out the ring, "I was worried you wouldn't like it. I don't always get things right."
"Are you kidding? I was shocked at its utter perfection. I mean, I cried and everything." Santana nudged Brittany, getting her to smile wider, "I have to ask though, what do the birds mean?"
Brittany looked up from the ring in her hand into Santana's eyes, "Well, you told me you loved Fleetwood Mac, so I listened to them and I absolutely loved Songbird. So, when I found this ring, I asked what birds they were and they told me they were songbirds. I just had to get it." Brittany handed the ring over to Santana as she said, "Besides, you haven't seen the inside yet."
Santana furrowed her brows, "There's more?"
"Yeah, I had it engraved."
The Latina brought the ring up to her face and read what was inside. She nearly broke out sobbing again.
It said:
"Worth the wait, my love...
Forever yours, B."
Santana tried, she really did, but she couldn't stop herself from crying again. She was sure she looked horrible and utterly disgusting, but she couldn't bring herself to care. Brittany, her Brittany, loved her and wanted to be with her forever. Santana didn't know what she did to deserve someone like Brittany, but she knew that she would make damn sure to never do anything to lose her. She would make sure, like Brittany had said, to keep her happy every day of her life. This evening was certainly something she would never, ever forget.
The Latina placed the ring back in the box, moving it and the flower further away from them. She launched herself at Brittany afterward, kissing her passionately. Resting her forehead against the blonde's she breathed out, "Te amo con todo mi corazon."
Brittany smiled, pecking Santana's lips, "Yo te amo mas."
Santana pulled back a little, looking deep into Brittany's ocean blue eyes. She shook her head, "No, Britt. I love you more."
The blonde's eyes roamed all over Santana's face and recently exposed body. She swallowed hard and inched closer to the Latina, her face mere centimeters apart from hers. Brittany looked back into those dark brown eyes and smirked a little. If they had been any closer, she was sure she would've gone crossed eyed with how intensely she was looking at Santana.
Brittany spoke softly, her lips brushing against Santana's every so often, "Let me prove it to you."
"Prove wha-"
Brittany closed the distance, stopping any and all words coming out from Santana's mouth. She kissed Santana softly, trying to convey all that she felt for her. The blonde hoped Santana understood that everything she had said was true. She wanted her, all of her, forever. It didn't matter if anybody else knew as long as she knew Santana wanted her back. Brittany knew now that Santana wanted a future with her and that made her just about the happiest person in the world. She had always known she'd be with Santana forever, but to have the Latina verbally tell her so… there was no better feeling. She wanted Santana to feel as good as she felt inside.
The blonde's kisses became more demanding, more passionate. She bit down softly on the Latina's lower lip, running her tongue against the length. Santana complied, tilting her head a little to the side to deepen the kiss. Brittany slowly slid her tongue against Santana's, smiling slightly at how it still tasted like chocolate. She explored every inch of Santana's mouth, sucking on her tongue lightly as she pulled back. Santana's eyes fluttered open, staring at her with hooded, lustful eyes. Brittany smiled softly, leaning in to place her lips against Santana's again.
Santana's hands ran up her arms and into her hair, gripping it softly as she tried to take the lead in the kiss. Brittany was having none of it though; tonight was about Santana. She wouldn't allow Santana to take the lead like she always did. It was her turn now. Brittany rolled her tongue around Santana's mouth, pulling back and nibbling on her lower lip as she lowered Santana down on the blankets. The blonde straddled her easily, leaning back down to kiss Santana before she could say anything. She kissed her slow and soft then switched to fast and hard. Santana was having trouble keeping up at times and that made Brittany feel a little smug.
The Latina was in a daze. Brittany's kisses were making her feel things she never felt before. Her heart was racing and she was struggling to keep her breath, but she didn't want to pull away. She couldn't. Santana ran her hands up Brittany's muscular back, taking her time to fully explore the area. They hadn't done this in so long and Santana wanted to remember everything. The Latina ran her hands through smooth, silky hair, tugging on it softly like she knew Brittany liked. The blonde released a small moan and Santana smiled into their kiss.
When the need for air finally became too much, Brittany pulled away, panting harshly. Santana wasn't in better shape, taking huge gasps of air. The blonde smirked softly, leaning down seconds later to attach her lips to Santana's neck. She ran her tongue from the base of Santana's neck to her ear, nibbling softly on her earlobe as Santana struggled to catch her breath. Brittany moved down, peppering her neck with soft kisses as she ran her hand from Santana's hip to the side of her ribcage and back down. She could feel the goosebumps on Santana's skin from her ministrations and that made her crave more.
Brittany bit down on the base of Santana's neck where it met her shoulder, eliciting a groan from the Latina. She kissed the place on Santana's neck that drove her wild, sucking on it harshly as the Latina's hands tightened in her hair, keeping her in place. Santana's hips rose slightly, looking for some sort of friction. Brittany leaned back a little, feeling satisfied that the hickey's she gave Santana the day before would stay there longer now that she worked on them again. She kissed Santana's jaw, making her way up to her lips. Brittany kissed her fervently and when Santana's hips rose again, she moved her leg between Santana's, thrusting her thigh where the Latina needed it the most.
Santana gasped into their kiss, whimpering at how good it felt to relieve some of the throbbing from between her legs. Brittany pushed her thigh against Santana's core rhythmically as the Latina met her in time with each thrust. Santana couldn't focus on anything other than the pleasure Brittany was giving her. The blonde was literally everywhere. No space on her skin was untouched by Brittany and that made the experience that much better. Brittany nibbled on Santana's lip before moving down to the other side of her neck, giving it the same attention she did to the other side. Santana's grip from her hair loosened, moving them to her back as she gripped her shoulders tightly.
Brittany bit down on her shoulder, finally getting Santana to release her bottom lip from between her teeth and moan. Everything began to float out of Santana's mouth, varying from small noises to loud gasps and moans when Brittany touched or kissed a particular spot. The Latina's thrusts became sloppy and Brittany knew what was approaching. She kissed Santana's swollen lips roughly, grabbing her hips with her hands as she thrust her thigh against Santana harder than before. The Latina gasped, panting against Brittany's lips, but the blonde quickly closed the gap, kissing her again with force.
Santana whimpered, barely keeping up with the speed Brittany's lips were setting. Brittany pecked Santana's lips, moving back to her neck to kiss that particular spot. The Latina moaned, gripping Brittany's shoulders tighter than before. The blonde moved against Santana faster and harder, trying to get the Latina to reach that edge sooner. Santana pushed Brittany down against her, their bodies molding together as their hips moved frantically against each others. The blonde licked the shell of Santana's ear, nibbling on the lobe as Santana became less coordinated with her thrusts. She was so close, Brittany knew it.
The blonde panted against her ear, moving faster than she did before as she whispered, "Come for me baby."
Santana gasped and her whole body tightened, trembling all over as she finally came. She grabbed at Brittany's back, the blonde still thrusting against her albeit a little slower than before. Brittany peppered kisses along Santana's jaw, neck, and collarbone until her grip on her back slackened, letting the blonde know she was coming down from her high. Santana had a lazy grin on her face, looking at Brittany from hooded, glassy eyes. Brittany smiled back, but she wasn't finished. There were still other things to be done. Before a sentence could even be uttered, she was back to kissing Santana. Her need to pleasure Santana again was more of a primal hunger. It could never be fully satiated, but she could try.
Brittany moved her hands from Santana's hips, running them up her sides until she reached her breasts. She ran her thumbs under her breasts, moving her fingers around them teasingly slow as she kissed Santana softly. The Latina whimpered again, moving her hands from Brittany's back to guide the blonde's hands fully on her breasts. Brittany stopped her, placing Santana's hands back on her shoulders. Santana pouted slightly against their lips, making Brittany feel bad momentarily. She moved her lips to her jaw and down her neck, nibbling on her collarbone. Brittany could feel how fast Santana's heart was beating and she smiled, sucking at Santana's collarbone until there was a mark.
She moved her kisses down until she came face to face with the Latina's breasts, watching as her chest heaved up and down. The blonde's eyes darkened further, resembling the darkest shade of blue in contrast to her usually light eyes. She licked her lips and watched as goosebumps rose on her breasts. Brittany leaned down and attached her lips to Santana's left breast, hearing the Latina's breath hitch at the contact. She sucked on the nipple lightly, bringing her other hand to fully massage her other breast. Santana's hands ran through Brittany's hair as the blonde swirled her tongue around her nipple, sucking it a little harder. Santana's breathing grew ragged, releasing small moans of pleasure.
Brittany kissed all over her breast, sucking on the side until a red mark was made. She moved over to Santana's other breast, giving it as much attention as the first until Santana's thighs tightened around her. Brittany moved down from Santana's breast, kissing below them and each rib softly. She peppered Santana's stomach with kisses, taking the time to explore every inch of her body with her lips and tongue. She licked up her abs, sucking lightly on each one as they contacted below her. Santana squirmed, trying to squeeze her thighs together to release the throbbing that came back ten fold, but she couldn't because Brittany was there.
The blonde could feel her moving around, knowing that she was fully turned on again. She moved her kisses lower until she reached Santana's hip bones, placing soft kisses against them too. Brittany ran her tongue down Santana's lower abdomen, swirling it around her belly button. She moved just a little lower, the scent of Santana's arousal hitting her, making her mouth water in anticipation. The blonde placed a lingering kiss on the mound of flesh in front of her, looking to move lower until a tug to her hair broke her concentration. She looked up at Santana and furrowed her brows, silently questioning her.
Santana swallowed audibly, reaching her hands out to pull Brittany up. "I-I just need you up here," The Latina breathed out.
Brittany nodded, moving up to face Santana. The Latina looked at her, her face flushed from everything Brittany was doing to her. She looked away when the intensity of Brittany's eyes became too much, kissing her shoulder to show that it was okay to continue what they were doing. Santana wanted Brittany closer to her, she wanted to feel her weight on top of her as she made her feel everything all at once. Brittany understood what Santana wanted from the way she looked at her afterwards and she leaned down, gently kissing her lips. They reached the passionate state they were in before in no time.
Santana ran her hands up Brittany's abdomen, feeling the muscles twitch and contract under her touch. She moved her hands up to cup the blonde's breasts causing Brittany to moan into her mouth. Santana wanted to make Brittany feel good too, but she knew the blonde wouldn't let her touch her like she wanted, so she made it work with what she could do. The Latina thrust her thigh against Brittany's center, encouraging her to move against. Brittany pulled back from Santana's lips, watching as she worked her hips against her.
Just when Santana thought that Brittany would actually let her do the work now, the blonde moved her hand down Santana's other leg, gripping under her knee to spread her legs a little wider. The blonde ran her hand up Santana's thigh, stopping just before she reached her destination.
Panting, she whispered, "Is this okay?"
Santana nodded quickly. That was what she had wanted after all. Brittany resumed her task, kissing Santana's lips as her hand made contact with her core. Santana moaned loudly, pulling back a little, but Brittany followed, deepening the kiss. Brittany ran her hand up and down Santana's core in feather light touches, not really applying much pressure. Santana whimpered in frustration, biting down on Brittany's lower lip until the blonde stopped her teasing. Brittany finally ran her fingers through Santana's folds, gasping at the amount of moisture she came into contact with. Santana squirmed below her, thrusting her hips up to feel more pressure, causing her other leg to come into contact with Brittany's center. The blonde gasped, grinding her hips down involuntarily as she circled her finger around Santana's clit.
Santana released a moan, kissing Brittany harder as she moved her hips against her hand. Brittany applied more pressure to the sensitive bundle of nerves, feeling Santana move below her with more fervor. They continued their movements, each girl getting closer and closer to the edge. Brittany rolled her hips against Santana's thigh, pausing only when she lowered her hand from Santana's clit down to her center. She waited there, unmoving, until Santana opened her eyes and gave her the smallest of nods. Brittany kept eye contact with the Latina as she entered her slowly, biting down on her lower lip at the warmth and tightness within.
Santana bucked her hips up, moving in time with Brittany's thrusts. She raked her nails down Brittany's back, pushing her down closer to her body. Sweat broke out between them, causing their bodies to slide against each others in the best of ways. Skin slapping against skin and their moans being the only things heard around. Brittany moved in and out of Santana rhythmically, grinding her hips down against the Latina's thigh in time with her thrusts.
"G-God… m-more Britt, please," Santana whimpered out.
Brittany complied, wasting no time as she thrust two fingers into Santana, moving her hand faster and harder than before. She twisted her fingers inside of her, scissoring them in and out, until she found the particular spot that made Santana come undone in seconds. Santana hips bucked up, frantically moving against Brittany as her moans grew louder by the second. Her eyes were shut tight and her nails dug into Brittany's back hard enough to draw blood. Brittany knew that Santana was so close, so she slowed down her pace to prolong it. Santana's eyebrows furrowed and she opened her eyes looking at Brittany questioningly.
Brittany hit that particular spot again and again causing Santana's eyes to shut involuntarily. The blonde nudged Santana with her other hand, panting out, "Hey, look at me." Santana opened her eyes, locking them with Brittany's. "Don't look away."
"W-Why?" Santana breathed out. Making conversation was something she couldn't do coherently at the moment.
Brittany thrust in harder causing Santana to moan loudly. "Because I want to see you," Brittany finally whispered.
Santana didn't know what she meant by that, but it made her heart race faster and feel closer to Brittany in a way they weren't before. She'd never made direct eye contact when she'd been physical with Brittany before, mostly because she wasn't sure what it meant to love sleeping with a girl more than with any other guy. The intensity in Brittany's eyes was unparalleled to anything else she'd ever experienced before. Behind the lust in her eyes, there was the undeniable look of unadulterated love. The simple way Brittany's eyes told her everything she felt for her was enough for Santana to finally jump over the edge. The fire in the pit of her stomach moved through her whole body, wracking her with the most pleasurable tremors as she screamed Brittany's name.
"I love you so much San," Brittany whispered against her lips, placing a gentle kiss against them.
The blonde pumped her fingers in and out slowly, prolonging Santana's orgasm. After a while, she pulled her fingers out, wetness coating her entire hand. She wiped it on the small blanket she had before, leaning up to pepper kisses all over Santana's face. The blonde waited for Santana's breathing to return to normal and for her to come back to her. When Santana was able to formulate some sort of speech she asked, "Did you?"
Brittany settled on top of Santana, resting her head on her chest, "Yeah."
Santana nodded, opening her eyes. She looked at Brittany, "Good."
Brittany furrowed her brows, wiping under Santana's eyes. "Why are you crying?"
The Latina wiped under her eyes, not realizing she was crying. She chuckled a little, rolling her eyes at herself. "I guess I'm just really happy," She said with a little shrug.
And she was.
There was no other feeling that could describe what she was feeling. She thought that there was no way she'd ever be more in love with Brittany, but she was proved wrong. Santana had never felt more love for Brittany than in this instant, not because they had sex, but because they made love, something they hadn't done before. It wasn't Brittany's fault they hadn't, it had been Santana who refused to think of sex as anything other than a physical act. Santana felt so much love for the girl before her that her heart felt like it would burst out of her chest. That's why she was crying, she supposed, because the feeling of utter joy was overwhelming.
"This is literally the best date of my life," Santana said softly. "I'm mad at myself that I waited so long to be with you Britt." She sighed, "I wish this night would never end."
Brittany propped herself up on her elbows, kissing the corner of Santana's mouth. She pulled back and smirked slightly, "Who says it has to?"
Santana grinned at the implication and leaned up to kiss Brittany. She flipped them over once she had the chance and deepened the kiss, trying to make Brittany feel all that she made her feel. The Latina pulled back and Brittany stared up at her in a daze, breathing out, "This is definitely gonna be the best date ever."
A/N 2: So, I was originally going to fit the Brittana and Faberry dates together, but the writing got away from me and I ended up just writing the Brittana date. Next chapter will definitely include Faberry's date and Rachel's party. Sorry if it wasn't fluffy or smutty enough, I'm still working on how to write those things perfectly, or at least good enough to make sense lol