Chapter 24
I ended up changing pretty much the entire course of this chapter, so that's why it took so long. Sorry guys.
General POV
Waking up the next morning, Brittany is immediately aware of three things.
One; she is not in her room. Even with her eyes closed, she can tell it is way too dark to be her brightly lit-up bedroom.
Two; her amazingly awesome, insanely beautiful girlfriend is tucked up very closely against her. Santana's distinct scent envelopes her warmly, wrapping her up in the happiest bubble she's ever known.
Three, and probably the most important right now; she's completely naked.
That makes her eyes shoot open.
Naked.
Brittany is in bed with her girlfriend, and she's naked.
And so is said girlfriend.
Her breathing picks up, and does so even more when she remembers what happened last night.
She had sex.
"Britt?" Santana mumbles out, face buried in the crook of a warm neck. "What's wrong, babe?" she asks, obviously sensing Brittany's panic due to the erratic breathing. She lifts her head up slowly from its position, and opens her eyes to look at the girl she's half led on top of.
Connecting her eyes with her girlfriend, Brittany calms down a little, and the more she looks at her concerned face, the better she feels.
"San?" Santana hums in response, reaching up with one hand to stroke gently over the apple of her cheek.
She smiles when she knows Brittany's breathing has returned to normal.
"Last night…" she trails off. A goofy smile graces her features and now twinkling blue eyes meet soft brown. "It was amazing."
That sets off Santana's own smile. "It really was," she whispers and leans down to connect their lips, moving slightly so she's lying directly on top of the blonde. They kiss languidly for a few minutes, Brittany's arms wrapping tightly around Santana's bare back, holding her closer. The feeling of Santana's naked body against her own is indescribable.
They pull back only when they absolutely need air. Santana leans her forehead against the blondes and watches with an adoring gaze as Brittany opens her eyes and a huge smile overtakes both of their faces.
"So what do you wanna do today?" Santana asks, pecking soft lips again, simply because she can.
"We have to get up and do something?" Brittany pouts, furrowing her eyebrows, and Santana just about melts at the action.
"Well, we don't have to…" Santana whispers seductively, supple lips skimming the tip of Brittany's flushed ear. "We can always stay in bed and… cuddle some more."
Pulling back, Santana sees Brittany's entire face and neck covered in blush, and she finds it adorable. So adorable, she can't stop herself from leaning down just enough to peck the blonde girl's nose sweetly.
"We don't have to do anything else if you don't wanna ba-"
Santana words were interrupted by Brittany slamming their lips together, fingers burying themselves in luscious thick, dark hair. Santana's surprised squeak turned moan only spurs her on, pulling her closer with the hand that drops down a smooth tanned back to rest on the lowest part of it.
Tongues are quick to join in the heated party, stroking deliciously against each other. Santana uses one of her forearms to hold herself up above Brittany, her other hand slowly sliding down to gently cup a small breast.
Brittany's loud moan is cut off by somebody bursting in the door.
"Yo, Lezpez!"
Santana would've fallen off the bed at the sudden interruption if it wasn't for Brittany's quick reflexes and the strong grip she already had around the Latina.
"Sam!" Santana almost screams, pushing herself against her girlfriend to shield both their naked bodies from prying eyes. Brittany grips the sheet covering them tightly, slowly shrinking in on herself.
"Whoa, sorry guys. I'll, uh, give you a minute," Sam stutters with a slightly blushed face as he backs out of the room, nearly whacking his face on the door frame on the way out.
"Ughh," groans the smaller girl when they are finally left alone again.
After a few moments silence, Brittany's small voice is heard. "So that's Sam?" Santana can only nod as she pushes herself up from the warmth of her girl in order to get dressed. There's clearly no shame as she walks around her room completely naked, and Brittany shows just about the same amount of shame as her eyes follow her. Specifically her toned ass.
Her dick twitches, and that's when she decides she should get dressed too and stop leering at her girlfriend.
No matter how gorgeous she was.
And naked.
'God Sam has terrible timing' she couldn't help but think.
"So I take it we have to get up now?" Brittany mutters under her breath, obviously not meaning for Santana to hear, as she pulls some compression shorts out from her bag and begins the difficult process of putting them on comfortably.
Santana does hear though, and sighs as she finishes putting on her jeans. In her attire of jeans and a bra, she walks over to Brittany, and gently leans down to help the girl with her struggle. "I'm sorry, Britt. You know I didn't know he was coming today. I don't even know how he got in the house."
Brittany blushes a little as she witnesses the darker girl pull the tight materiel over the private part of her body. "I know, I'm sorry. I was really just hoping to be with you today." Santana comes to stand straight in front of her, and smiles softly, wrapping her arms around Brittany's slim frame. "Last night was really special to me, and I guess I just wanted to bask in it all a little longer," the blonde admits, head ducking in an attempt to hide her embarrassment.
But Santana won't have any of that. She lowers her own head until she can slyly connect their lips, humming against Brittany's at the delicious pressure that her girlfriend immediately applies. "Me too, baby," Santana whispers against pink lips before she pulls back a little. "You can still stay though. I'm not making you go home."
Brittany frowns though. "But don't you wanna spend time with Sam? I mean, you did say that you haven't actually seen him in quite a while. I don't wanna get in the way of that."
Raising a perfectly plucked eyebrow, Santana answers. "It's great to see Sam. And yeah, I would like to spend time with him. But, I want you there. I want you two to meet. Properly," she adds, as she thinks back to a few minutes before.
Eventually, Brittany smiles big and nods, hugging Santana tight and burying her face in the sweet smelling neck. Santana squeezes back just as hard. "But, I think you should put some clothes on first," the Latina states, pulling back the swipe her brown eyes down the body of the girl in her arms. "Because, although I absolutely love the sight of you like this, I don't want Sammy-boy seeing you in this state. This," she waves a finger around Brittany's body "is for my eyes only," Santana concludes, and Brittany just blushes again and slaps Santana's arm playfully before turning to put on her clothes as instructed.
"About damn time!" Sam announces and the two girls finally come down the stairs, more clothed than before. Santana scoffs, but is quick to go over to Sam and hug him. "How you doing, Lopez?"
Brittany allows the two to have their moment, and she walks over to the couch opposite them, taking her phone out to occupy herself. She smiles to herself when she hears Santana admit to missing Sam. Noticing she has a few missed calls from her father, Brittany absentmindedly excuses herself from the room, bringing her phone to her ear in order to listen to the multiple voicemails left by the man himself.
She's on her third one when Santana appears beside her, that adorable concerned look on her face again. "Everything ok?" The Latina asks, wrapping an arm around the slim waist of her girlfriend.
"Yeah," Brittany whispers out, most of her attention on the voice in her ear, expressing her dislike about the information that Brittany stayed at Santana's again last night. "Just my dad," Brittany says louder this time, pressing the 'end call' button on her phone to focus solely on the girl next to her.
Furrowing her eyebrows, Santana asks, "Do you have to go?"
The blonde head of hair shakes immediately. "No. I'm not going anywhere remember. You told me that," she winks, pecking the tan cheek of the smiling woman before her.
"Ok," Santana whispers back, taking Brittany's hand and pulling her back into the other room. "Now," the shorter girl begins, pulling Brittany closer so that she stands directly in front of Sam. "Brittany, this is my dip-shit of a best friend, Samuel Evans. He is known by the following names; Trouty, Fish Lips, Guppy Face, Lisa Rinna, and Lipsy McChapStick. All, of course, invented by me," Santana explains, pacing around the two as if they're all involved in some kind of interrogation.
Brittany has a really hard time not laughing at all the names Santana has for Sam.
"And Samuel. This beautiful blonde girl stood in front of you, is my girlfriend. Brittany Pierce. You may not call her anything except that. If you hit on her, I shall break your nuts, without hesitation. I understand why you would want to, but you won't. Because, she's my girlfriend. And I won't tolerate it. Understood?" Santana checks, looking at Sam with a sickeningly sweet smile, and hardened eyes, which hold lines of amusement, showing she's joking.
Mostly.
Sam gives it a few seconds before he begins to chuckle, and Santana joins in shortly after, punching him lightly in his muscled chest.
"Sam, Brittany. Babe, Sam," she introduces in the way a normal person would before joining Brittany at her side again, wide smile intact.
"Lovely to finally meet you, Brittany. Santana literally won't stop talking about you," Sam says as he reaches out for a friendly hug, and Brittany laughs lightly, patting him on the back.
"It's nice to meet you too, Sam."
"So, now that's out of the way, we need to go get coffee, obviously, since I've been up like, at least half an hour now, and I still haven't gotten any caffeine into my system."
Sam chuckles, albeit carefully, as if he knows what usually stems from Santana going too long without her coffee in the mornings, and Brittany just smiles at her adoringly. "You got it. Where we going, Lopez?"
"Lima Bean," Santana automatically says. "You're driving, I'll give you directions." She turns to me. "Might wanna grab a jacket, babe, it's looking a little cold out there." Brittany nods and runs back upstairs to do what Santana advised.
"So that's Brittany, huh?" Sam asks once the blonde is out of earshot.
"Yeah," Santana drawls out. "That's Brittany."
Observing the way Santana's eyes have slightly glazed over, and the fact that she hasn't turned away from the direction Brittany disappeared in, Sam begins to laugh. Hard.
That makes Santana snap out of her daze. "What you laughing at, dickhead?"
Breathing in deeply in order to control his laughter, Sam straightens himself up, and sees Santana glaring at him. "First of all, rude. Second of all, I didn't really believe that some girl had actually managed to tame you, but dude! That chick has you proper whipped!"
Santana's mouth hangs open for a few moments. She wants to deny it. So badly, she wants to deny it…. But she can't. She knows he's right.
Brittany comes bounding down the stairs, over to Santana, and Santana smiles instantly. "Hi," the Dutch girl whispers in her ear, and Santana giggles in reply.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold up! Satan, did you just…giggle?" Sam asks incredulously. Did eh hear right?
"Yeah, she does it, like, all the time," Brittany says, as if it's no big deal. Santana's face says otherwise however.
"Britt!" Santana squeals. "Don't tell him shit like that!"
But Brittany just giggles herself, kisses Santana's cheek, and proceeds to pull her girlfriend out of the door. Santana chucks her keys to Sam for him to lock the door just in time.
"So can we just take a moment to talk about what I walked into this morning?" Sam asks as they sit down in a booth, coffee (or hot chocolate in Brittany's case) in hand.
"No. We can't. We are not talking about that, Trouty," Santana deadpans, and Brittany just sits beside her, sipping her scolding drinking, trying to back herself out of the conversation as much as possible. "That is absolutely none of your business anyways."
"Aww come on! I mean, I know I told you to go get your girl, but I didn't think you'd take it so literally!"
Santana simply glares at the boy in front of her, and Brittany probably couldn't blush more if she tried. Feeling extremely uncomfortable, Brittany excuses herself from their company once more, saying "I just need to go call my mom. Let her know I'm not going to be home for a while."
Santana goes to stop her, but Brittany's already gone. Sighing deeply, the Latina turns back to the doofus she calls her best friend. "What's wrong with you?" she seethes.
"What'd I do?" Sam exclaims, lifting his hands up in surrender.
Taking a deep breath, Santana begins to explain. "Ok, we slept together last night. But Brittany is extremely shy. She can't talk about stuff like that so…casually."
"So, was she a virgin?"
"Oh my god. That's none of your business."
Putting a giant pout on his already huge mouth, Sam slumps his shoulders. "So does this mean I'm not gunna get any of the usual details about your sex life? Because I liked hearing about those hot girls."
Shaking her head furiously, Santana answers. "Absolutely not."
The Latina turns her head towards the window, where she sees her blonde girlfriend fiddling with her phone, as if she's texting. Santana is reminded about something. Something she needs to tell Sam.
"Sam, we've got a problem."
Sam furrows his eyebrows. "Problem? What kind of problem?"
Santana begins to stand and she answers him. "A Jessica problem," is all she says before walking out the door of the Lima Bean, in the direction of Brittany.
"Britt?" Santana carefully approaches her girlfriend, searching for the blue eyes she's come to adore.
Brittany's head snaps up at the sound of her voice, and the blush that had previously died down comes back in full force. "Hi."
"Honey, do you regret what we did last night? Because if you do, then you need to tell me," Santana explains gently, reaching forward to grasp pale hands and lead them around her waist before wrapping her own around Brittany's neck.
"No. Not at all, San. Never, I promise," Brittany replies, squeezing Santana's slim waist and using her words as sincerely as possible.
"What is it then, Britt? Talk to me."
"I'm just not used to talking about this stuff. It's kind of embarrassing for me. Especially since I know you have a lot of experience and I have none, and I know you and Sam talk about that stuff all the time and-"
"Britt!" Brittany stops talking immediately, and plays with the hairs on the back of her neck to calm her down. She's not sure if she should be insulted by Brittany basically calling her a slut, but she's positive she didn't mean it that way. "Just calm down ok? I'm not going to tell Sam anything about me and you that you don't want him knowing. And I wouldn't tell him about our sex life anyway. That's our business, not his. It's got nothing to do with him. We don't even have to talk about it right now if you're not comfortable."
Brittany smiles at Santana's words, but reassures her. "I'm comfortable talking to you about it. Just not anyone else."
"Nobody else needs to know, baby, I promise." Santana licks her lips before attaching them to the pink ones in front of her. "Just us," she whispers against them and they both smile into the kiss, holding each other tight.
Pulling back only enough to look Brittany in the eyes, Santana continues. "We need to go back inside though. We should tell Sam about the Jessica thing. He was really there for me when I was dealing with it all, so I would like him to hear. So he can hopefully help."
Brittany nods straight away, showing her agreement. "Yeah, you're right. Lets go," Brittany says, reaching for Santana's hand, and lacing their fingers together. Brittany lifts their hands to her mouth and presses a firm kiss to the back of Santana's. The dark-haired smiles at the gesture and does the same.
She pulls Brittany back towards the entrance and through the door, but stops immediately when she sees someone walking towards the booth Sam is sat in.
Someone way too familiar for her liking.
Sorry for the wait guys. Hope you enjoyed it.