"Brit!" Santana giggled as the water splashed into her eyes.
"I told you you should have worn the goggles," Brittany laughed as she skimmed her hand against the pool water. Santana rubbed the chlorine out of her eyes.
"They make me look ridiculous," Santana rolled her eyes.
"Like you could ever look ridiculous," Brittany said in a cute baby voice.
"Shut up," Santana laughed. Brittany splashed more water upward as she took a step closer to the brunette.
"Oh," Brittany cooed as she scrunched her nose up. "Come here cutie," she smiled as she wrapped her arms around Santana's neck. Santana let her hands fall on Brittany's bare hips, just above where her bikini bottoms started. Keeping one arm behind Santana's neck, Brittany slowly dragged her other hand down Santana's side, her touch hypnotizing the girl. In one quick motion, she slapped the water at her side and dunked under the water, the combination of the two splashing Santana right in the face.
"Ah!" Santana yelped as she flinched backwards. Brittany swam away instantly, her giggles forming tiny bubbles under the water.
"Brittany!" Santana screamed as she dove into the water after the blonde, suddenly not caring about her hair getting wet since Brittany had just taken care of that for her. Santana swam after her girlfriend managing to avoid a few kids along the way. She finally managed to corner the girl and Brittany popped out of the water dying for air. She gave Santana an innocent and apologetic smile.
"You're so mine, Pierce," Santana let out a deep laugh as she took a step closer.
Suddenly, the room went dark. Everyone around them shrieked as blackness surrounded them.
"What the," Santana breathed as she looked around. It was pointless though since everything was dark as night. She took another step forward until her body lightly bumped against Brittany's. Instinctively, Brittany's arms wrapped around Santana's waist. A few cries were coming from throughout the pool- little kids trying to find their mommies and teenagers laughing in confusion.
A loud humming noise started as dim lights flickered on.
"Generator," a man nodded to his wife behind the girls on the pool deck.
"They lost power?" Santana's eyes widened as she looked at Brittany. Brittany shrugged looking around.
"I think it's happened once or twice before. I was young though," Brittany remembered. The girls looked around at everyone evacuating the pool. The lighting was there but it was pretty weak, making it nearly impossible to see all the way to the door. Santana guessed since the lodge was so big it was hard to get sufficient lighting evenly throughout.
"I guess we should get out?" Brittany squinted as she watched everyone around them evacuate the pool. Santana agreed as the hopped out of the water and walked to the lounge chair to pick up their towels.
"I wonder what happened?" Santana thought aloud.
"I think I remember my Dad saying something about a big snow storm."
"That'd do it," Santana nodded as she tugged her towel around her. She got another good look at Brittany's body before the blonde concealed it with her towel.
"Come on," Brittany nudged her hip into Santana. Santana followed next to the blonde as they filed out of the pool room. They made a quick stop in the lobby, but there was far too much commotion at the front desk so they decided to head back up to Santana's room.
"I need to gets nice warm shower and into some warm clothes," Santana shivered.
"Aw, are you cold," Brittany pouted as they got in elevator. The generator had it running but by the vacancy surrounding the elevator lobby the girls guessed everyone else figured it, too, was powerless. "Come here," Brittany said opening up her arms and towel as she leaned up against the back wall. Santana smiled as she walked into Brittany's body. Brittany closed her arms and towel around the girl as Santana hummed into the crook of Brittany's neck. She couldn't take the scent anymore and needed a taste. She gently parted her lips as she pressed them against her skin, eliciting a shutter from the blonde.
"Mmm," Brittany hummed as Santana's lips moved a little higher. Suddenly she hit a spot that made Brittany giggle and squirm.
"Is someone ticklish," Santana mumbled against her fair skin. She slid her tongue along the spot before sucking a little harder, Brittany's laughter only getting louder.
"S-s-san," she giggled. Santana laughed back as she lightly nibbled at the spot, Brittany's stomach folding. "Y-you th-ink that's funny," her breath hitched as her hands reached to just below Santana's bare ribs. She dug her fingers into Santana's sides and Santana practically collapsed with a yelp.
"Brit!" She put her arms out to stop the girl but Brittany was far too strong for her. She tickled harder until Santana was fighting for breath. "O-Ok-kay," she stuttered. "Okay!" Brittany let go with a laugh. As their laughter calmed Brittany looked up at the elevator lights, the Lobby "L" still illumintaed.
"We haven't moved anywhere because somebody forgot to hit the button," Brittany playfully rolled her eyes.
"Maybe because somebody was distracting me." Brittany smirked as she stepped forward to hit the button.
They quickly made it up to Santana's door before they realized why the elevators were empty and why the front desk was packed. The generator may have turned the elevators on, but they sure as hell didn't turn the electronic key reader on. Everyone was locked out of their rooms.
"Fuck," Santana moaned. "I'm freezing!" Brittany hugged the girl with her towel again, trying to provide some warmth for the girl.
"I'm sure they have something downstairs. Come on," she nodded.
When they entered the lobby, they had to maneuver through a massive amount of people to find their families. Antony, Christine, Robert, Samantha, and Lincoln were sitting in the far corner. Luckily for the nearly naked girls, they'd claimed the spot next to one of the fireplaces.
"Oh thank God," Santana breathed as she fell to her knees in front of fireplace, her towel still wrapped around her. Mrs. Pierce laughed.
"You girl's didn't bring any clothes down with you?" She asked. Brittany shook her head.
"We weren't expecting to be locked out of our rooms," she explained. Santana got comfortable and turned slightly around so she was facing the group.
"Oh you poor thing," Mrs. Pierce said to Santana as she brought her hand over her mouth. "Your lips are blue! Brittany, warm her up!" She practically scolded. "I'll go get some hot chocolate." As Mrs. Pierce walked away Brittany sat down next to her girlfriend and wrapped her arm and part of her towel around Santana's shoulder. Santana let herself fall into Brittany's skin which was surprisingly warm.
"How long till the power's back?" Brittany asked her Dad.
"A few hours," he breathed. "Hopefully."
"It better be back on for tomorrow," Brittany worried aloud. New Years Eve was her favorite and without power it wouldn't be the same.
"I'm sure it will be," he nodded. "They'd have way too much to deal with if it wasn't," he laughed as he looked around at the enraged guests.
"They've still got warm water," Mrs. Pierce smiled as she handed the girls and Lincoln their own hot chocolates. "You warming up?" She asked Santana.
"Mhm," she smiled. "Thanks so much."
Casual chatter took over for a while as the lobby settled down. People found their respective areas to relax in while they worked on getting the power back.
"You know how hard this is," Brittany whispered into Santana's ear as her hand slide off her shoulder and down to her waist.
"Hm?" Santana questioned.
"To be this close to you, holding you like this, while you're wearing that," she whispered as she eyed the brunette's body. "And I can't do anything about it." Santana's body flushed as she felt the girl's eyes roam all over her.
"Let's play Encore!" Mrs. Pierce suggested, breaking some of the tension between the girls.
"Yeah!" Lincoln called, even though the boy had little to no idea how to play the game.
"Girls vs. Boys," Mrs. Pierce explained as she sat down next to Brittany and Santana. She waved Christine over and suddenly it was four versus two- three if you counted Lincoln, which they weren't. The men threw their arms up in protest.
"Okay, okay," Christine laughed. "I'll be an honorary member of the boys team for the moment."
"How do we play?" Antony asked.
"Okay," Mrs. Pierce started with a smile. "Two teams. We're given a word and we go back and forth singing at least eight words of a song with that word in it. Each team gets ten seconds. If you don't think of a song by then, the other team gets the point."
"Oh I love this game!" Christine remembered. Santana smiled as she looked around at the group of people in front of her. She loved the family feeling it gave her.
"So what's the word?" Mr. Pierce started.
"Blue!" Lincoln called out.
"Okay," he laughed. "We'll go first!" He quickly decided as a song popped into his mind. "Barefoot blue jean night," he sang in his best country accent. "Woah, never gonna grow up. Woah, never gonna slow down." Brittany giggled as she covered her face in her hands.
"Oh my god," she mumbled.
Mrs. Pierce quickly jumped in with Elton John's. "Baby's got blue eyes, like a deep blue sea, on a blue, blue day."
"Good one," Santana smiled. It quickly reminded her of Brittany's blue eyes and another song she could use.
"And baby while we at it I've had it with you and your blues," Antony sang as he rocked his head. "Van Halen," he bragged as Robert and him fist pumped.
Mrs. Pierce looked frantic as she tried to think of something but Santana already had one lined up.
"I miss those blue eyes every time I close mine," she sang softly. Everyone, besides her father, turned to stare at her.
"Your voice!" Mrs. Pierce said open mouthed as her hand landed on the girl's back. "It's beautiful!"
"Oh, thanks," Santana said bashfully. She had practically whispered the words trying her best not to sing them for real but her voice still rang through no matter how hard she tried to hide it.
"You should hear the real thing," Brittany bragged with a smile.
"I'm dying to," Mrs. Pierce shook her head.
"Quick!" Antony called, snapping everyone's attention back to the game. "Um," he thought.
"Dark blue, dark blue. Have you ever been alone in a crowded room?" Christine sang extremely off pitch. "Jack's Mannequin," she grinned.
"Nice," Antony smiled as his lips grazed her forehead.
"I'm blue da ba dee da ba die!" Brittany sang. Santana giggled as she turned to Brittany.
"I love that song!" she laughed.
"What?" Mr. Pierce cut her off. "That's not a real song."
"So is," Brittany defended.
"Those can't be the words."
"Look it up," she laughed. "I swear!"
"She's right, she's right," Christine shook her head. "Shit!" She hit her forehead.
"I want you in the morning girl, I love you. I want you at the moment I feel blue. I'm living every moment girl for you," Mr. Pierce sang while snapping.
"Beatles!" Antony clapped. "Yes!"
There was a long silence as the girls struggled to think. With about two seconds left, Santana pulled through.
"And if your DVD breaks today, you should've got a VCR. And I've never owned a Blue ray, true say," she sang in a cute British accent. "Ed Sheeran," she clarified.
"Yes Santana!" Mrs. Pierce high-fived the girl. Brittany gave her a celebratory kiss on the cheek.
"My girlfriend rocks," she whispered in her ear. A long pause filled the area.
"9, 10!" Brittany celebrated. "Point!" She called out as the three girls all cheered.
"Dammit," Mr. Pierce laughed. "Good word, Lincoln," he ruffled the little boys hair.
The game went on for over an hour with Mrs. Pierce just as mesmerized as Brittany by Santana's singing. The girls won, thanks to the wide range of music taste that Santana, Brittany, and her Mom all offered. Just as everyone was settling down, a man behind the front desk came out to let everyone know they'd gotten the keys up and running. Within a minute, the lobby was practically empty.
"Finally!" Brittany yawned as she made her way onto her feet. She bent down to help Santana up.
"Get some sleep, girls," Mrs. Pierce told them. "Long day tomorrow."
They nodded with a smile as they headed back upstairs. Both girls were exhausted. It had been a long, draining day. They had both helped each other pack up most of their clothes so New Years Day wasn't completely awful but the task had turned out to be both physically and emotionally draining. They took Lincoln to the game room for awhile and had a nice dinner together, followed by some quality alone time in Santana's bed. Their swimming was cut short by the power outage, but they still got more than enough time in the water.
"That was fun," Santana smiled as she stepped onto the elevator.
"Mhm."
"You alright?" Santana turned to her.
"Yeah," Brittany smiled softly.
"You tired?" Brittany nodded. Santana took her by the hand and led her to her room.
"Here," Santana sat Brittany down on the bed and grabbed two T-shirts and two pairs of boxer shorts.
"Thanks," Brittany said as she took the clothes, both girls quietly changing. Brittany crawled under the covers and waited for Santana to join her before pulling the comforter over both of them. "Here," Brittany smiled as she opened her arms for Santana to fall into. Santana sighed as she took comfort in Brittany's body.
"You're so comfy," Santana mumbled. Brittany giggled lazily.
"I'm gonna miss this," she sighed.
"Hey," Santana tried to scold the girl but it was way too hard. "What did we say?"
"I know, I know," Brittany smiled trying her best to stay positive. "We've been spoiled. Every night like this."
"And someday it'll be like this again," Santana said softly. Brittany kissed the top of her head.
"Hopefully sooner than we think," Brittany sighed as she tilted Santana's chin upward and gave her a soft kiss sending chills down both of their backs. "We'd better get some rest," Brittany told her. "We're gonna need it for tomorrow."
"I love you," Santana smiled with another kiss.
"You too," Brittany hummed.
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"But you never thought about singing?" Mrs. Pierce asked as she took a lick of her ice cream cone.
"I mean, of course I thought about it," Santana answered unsurely. "I just- I don't know. I'm not sure how realistic it all is. And I really love writing, so," she shrugged.
"Do you ever write songs?"
"Mhm," Santana admitted sheepishly. "I always thought about trying to sell some of them," she shrugged. Talking about her writing usually made her anxious, but Mrs. Pierce was so easy to talk to.
"That's wonderful," she smiled. "It's much easier to sell songs to other artists if you can sing the songs to them with a voice like yours."
"Thanks," she blushed.
"Gosh, between the two of you you girls could entertain me for weeks!" Brittany and Santana laughed as Antony turned to enter the conversation.
"I hear you're quite the dancer, Brittany," he smiled. Brittany went to shake her head and give some modest response but Santana cut her off.
"Incredible," Santana confirmed.
"Are you still taking any classes?" He asked.
"I'm actually working on studying it for school," Brittany explained.
"Oh, that's great!" He smiled before Christine pulled him into another conversation.
"How's that going?" Santana asked softly.
"Good, right Mom?" Brittany asked.
"Work in progress," she beamed.
"Anywhere in particular? Have you made contact with anyone?" Santana wasn't sure why Brittany had stayed so coy about this whole subject but she guessed it had to do with the fear of it not working out mixed with the distance that could possibly stretch between the girls.
"We've reached out to all the schools I got into last year for dance," Brittany explained. "I really am not sure if leaving the state is the best idea with my Mom and all-"
"Brittany," her Mom sighed. "I told you, I'm going to be fine! And what did I say?"
"It's time to follow my dreams," Brittany mumbled as she rolled her eyes.
"Something will work out," Mrs. Pierce nodded with a smile. Santana gave Brittany's leg a squeeze under the table.
"Listen, we usually have a big family dinner on New Years before we let Brittany go do her thing, but given the circumstances," she practically whispered, not wanting the words to remind the girls of their eminent departure. "We're gonna let you two do your own thing. Enjoy the rest of the night. Enjoy each other. Don't get too much sleep," she winked. "We'll see you guys in the morning."
Brittany was glowing as she popped up from the chair. She threw her arms around her mother's neck.
"Thank you so much," she breathed.
"Have some fun," she smiled back. Santana followed Brittany to give Mrs. Pierce a hug.
"Thank you Mrs. Pierce."
"Please," she smiled as she hugged her tighter. "Samantha," she corrected. Brittany grabbed Santana's hand and began pulling her, a huge grin on her face. Thank you Mrs. Pierce mouthed to Santana as she watched the joy rush to her daughter's face. After a quick hug with Antony, the girl's were gone.
"Go get dressed," Brittany gave Santana a little mouse kiss. "Make sure you look super sexy," she smirked. "I'm sure that won't be a problem." Brittany giggled. "I'll be down in like, an hour?" Santana gave her another kiss, giggles still on her lips.
"Sounds perfect."
The girls quickly showered and got dressed, neither wanting to miss a minute with their girlfriend. Nearly fifteen minutes earlier than planned, Brittany knocked on Santana's door. When there wasn't an immediate response, Brittany began stammering.
"I- I'm early. Sorry! I'll come back-"
Santana giggled as she opened the door.
"Woah."
"Holy Fuck," Santana breathed at the same time. Her eyes landed in Brittany's perfect blue eyes defined by black eyeliner and mascara before they fell down her body. The black, sleeveless dress covered most of her shoulders and had a swooping neckline. It wasn't particularly low, but starting just above Brittany's belly button, a mesh V opening ran up her chest. The black mesh turned back to the solid material in the middle of each of Brittany's breasts, exposing almost half of each. The dress was skin tight and fell just above her fingertips. Her black pumps only made everything else look that much better.
"Brit," she breathed as her eyes roamed back up to her pin straight blonde hair.
Brittany didn't hear her, though. She was too busy trying to catch her breath. Santana was in an incredibly short, tight, red dress with a plunging neckline, exposing Santana's chest.
"Red is so your color," Brittany finally managed to get out. Santana's cheeks began to match her dress as well as her lipstick.
"Hi," Santana smiled as she pulled Brittany in for a hug. As their chests pressed against each other, Brittany let out a short, breathy laugh.
"Your heart."
"Yeah," Santana smiled sheepishly. "It's just- that dress," her eyes widened.
"It's okay," Brittany smiled, pointing to her own heart which was beating just as hard. "Me too."
"You look incredible."
"So do you." Brittany moved a piece of Santana's wavy hair off of her cheek as she leaned in to give her supple kiss.
"So," Santana breathed. "Where are we headed?"
"Grabbing some dinner. Then," she whispered with a smile, "I'm gonna show you what it's like to really dance with me."
"Ooh," Santana sang. "Really now?"
"Mhm," Brittany smirked.
"Then what are we waiting for?"
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"This is so fucking good," Santana closed her eyes as the chocolate molten lava cake melted in her mouth.
"Mhm," Brittany giggled, spooning a piece into her mouth.
"So can I ask you something?" Santana asked as she took a sip of her water, washing down the incredible dessert.
"Hm?"
"Are you excited about this whole college thing? Earlier you seemed a little, I don't know, hesitant?" Santana wasn't sure if that was the right word. Brittany sighed.
"My mom got in contact with three of the four schools I was accepted to last year. I mean, we're still waiting to hear any news, but even if they take me they're all out of state. I know I shouldn't be thinking like this, and we're not even sure if I'd get to transfer this semester. I may have to wait till the fall. But if I do, I just feel kind of...weird?... about leaving my Mom like this."
"You wouldn't be leaving her, though," Santana tried to offer.
"I know. And my Mom really wants me to go. She feels horrible about me feeling pressured to choose Michigan in the first place, but I don't want to leave her when she's...you know."
"I know it's not going to be easy for either of you, but I think what she really wants is for you to be happy." Brittany began to smile.
"That's exactly what she said," Brittany told her with a light laugh.
"You have to do what feels right to you though, obviously," Santana smiled. Brittany nodded as she let her leg brush more against Santana's. "So you ever gonna tell me which schools you may end up at? I wanna know what we're working with," she smiled. Brittany laughed again. Even in serious conversations Santana made her feel so light.
"Well Arizona State, Indiana, and Ohio State were all really interested last year. So my Mom reached out to their admissions and the instructors, and they're all seeing what they can do."
"Brit, that's great!" She couldn't help her heart from fluttering at the chance of Brittany ending up in Ohio. Santana leaned sideways to give the girl a tiny peck on the mouth.
"Wanna know a secret?" Brittany whispered playfully. Santana nodded, playing along. "I'm pulling for Ohio," she giggled. Santana's hand cupped Brittany's cheek as she gave her a tiny kiss.
"That would be," Santana shook her head as she cut off, unable to think about that possibility. It would be too much to get her hopes up for. Plus, she didn't wanna persuade Brittany's decision at all. She wanted Brittany to be where she was supposed to be. She just hoped that where she was supposed to be happened to be less than 60 miles away from her.
"Let's get out of here," Brittany stood as she took the brunette's hand in her own.
"Thank God the power came back on," Santana joked as they filed into the crowded club. Colored lights were flashing everywhere and flat screen TVs were in every corner playing a live feed from Times Square.
"It's crazy, right?" Brittany grinned.
"It's like a real club," Santana laughed. Brittany tightened her fingers in between Santana's and pulled her over to the bar. There was only one open stool so Brittany sat down and patted her leg for Santana to sit on. Santana wrapped her arm around Brittany's neck and sat on the girl's lap. It never ceased to amaze Brittany how good touching Santana felt.
"Two please," Brittany held up to fingers as the barely legal bartender motioned to the shots he had lined up. Santana wasn't positive if he was the same guy that had been hitting on Quinn but he easily could have been. He slid two shots over and the girls clinked the small glasses, quickly chugging the drink. The man laughed.
"Two more?" The girls looked at each other and shrugged with a smile.
"Sure," Santana told him. They did the same thing again and Brittany laughed as Santana's face scrunched up from the burn in the back of her throat.
"Want me to make some drinks?" He asked. Without thinking, both girls shook their heads. Neither had planned it, but this was their last night together and they sure as hell weren't trying to forget even a minute of it. The bartender nodded and walked to the next costumer as Santana craned her neck towards Brittany.
"Have I told you how sexy you look tonight?" She whispered, her eyes falling down the mesh opening.
"A few times," Brittany giggled. Her eyes were leveled with Santana's chest and it was nearly impossible to look away.
"I'm up here," Santana teased as she leaned in to take Brittany's lips in her own. Brittany smiled as her hands fell down Santana's back. They kissed over and over again, one always leaving the other wanting more.
"Damn," Quinn teased as she walked up with Sam.
"Hey," Brittany laughed as she turned around, her face already multiple shades darker. "Woah, you look hot," she told Quinn. She had on a champagne colored dress that wasn't quite as tight as the girl's were but still showed off her body. It had an open back that exposed almost all of Quinn's skin and her hair and makeup made her look like a greek goddess.
"Me?" Quinn laughed. "Look at you two. Jesus," she breathed as she got a better look at their outfits.
"God," Sam's eyes widened. "All three of you," he looked around. "You look great."
"You're looking pretty handsome yourself," Santana offered with a smile.
"Thanks," he laughed, feeling completely overwhelmed by the three ladies around him. "You guys want any drinks?" He asked.
"Just got some," Brittany answered. "Here, take our seat," she said looking around and realizing all the stools were still taken.
"No, that's-"
"We were just going to hit the dance floor anyway," Brittany smiled.
"Oh?" Quinn eyed Santana with a smirk. Santana wiggled her eyebrows slightly, but even with the fresh alcohol her heart started pounding. Brittany yanked her away by the hand before she could process what was happening.
"I love this song," Brittany whispered as she pulled Santana towards her by both her hands. She intertwined their fingers and pulled Santana's chest into hers.
"What is it?" Santana asked, her voice a little shaky.
"No clue," Brittany shrugged. "But I'm dancing with you," she said in a silly voice. Santana rolled her eyes as Brittany's hips started rolling into hers, their arms raising above their heads. "Relax," Brittany breathed with a smile as she let their arms slowly fall. She let go of Santana's hands for a second and placed them on the girl's hips, helping her loosen them up. "I saw you with Quinn," she smirked. Santana laughed a little as Brittany's lips gently nibbled at her jawline. Santana was about to take her face into her hands when Brittany quickly snapped around. She bent over and began rocking her ass into Santana's center. Her hips were hypnotizing and Santana's breath was already erratic. She let her hands rub up and down the girl's sides. A minute or so passed before Brittany turned back around and slowly rode up Santana's body. She swayed back and forth completely focusing on every part of Santana. She looked beautiful and hot as hell all at the same time. Santana realized, while she focused on getting air back into her lungs, that she hadn't showed Brittany she could really keep up. She grabbed Brittany's hands and slowly dragged them up her sides, wrapping them around her own neck. She smirked before her hands tickled down Brittany's sides followed by Santana's core. Her hips were lightly pushing into Brittany's and she looked up into the girl's eyes for a slight minute to see her smiling as she bit down on her lip. Santana swayed down the girl's body as she reacted to Brittany's slight movements. She let her hands slide down the back of her bare legs and she wanted so badly to kiss them. She turned herself around to keep herself from doing so and drove her backside into the girl's center. Brittany's hands immediately found just below Santana's hips. As the song went on, they only fell lower and lower. Santana's head arched backwards and Brittany's lips quickly found her bare neck. A few seconds into it, Santana let out a moan that snapped them back into the reality of the moment. Santana turned around, her forehead pressed against Brittany's. She placed her hands behind the girl's neck as Brittany's roamed her body. Santana couldn't take it anymore and pressed her lips into Brittany's.
"Mmm," she hummed. Brittany grinned against the girl. "Could you be any hotter?" As she pulled away to cool herself off, Brittany smirked at her devilishly, as if the statement had been some sort of challenge. She pushed Santana off by the shoulders making the girl stumble backwards. Brittany was suddenly in front of her dragging her to the corner of the room by the hand. Before Santana could figure out where they were headed, Brittany pulled a chair out from the table and shoved her down into the basic, armless, dark wooden chair. Santana looked around at people chatting at tables around her, making out on the couches behind her, and dancing all over the place.
Brittany licked her bottom lip with a smile as she straddled Santana's waist. She hovered over her, managing to not put any weight on Santana, and gave her a long, gentle kiss. Before Santana could speak, Brittany was slowly rising back up, her hips rocking side to side. She lifted one leg over Santana's and slowly walked behind her. She let her arms fall down Santana's chest as they rubbed down her abs. Santana felt Brittany rock against her back and shivered as her lips hit her neck. Santana's heart was going crazy. The pressure in her legs was building and she could already feel a small pool. Brittany walked back around and placed her hands on Santana's thighs. She slid down the girl's right leg, her hips swaying back and forth as her her center rubbed against her leg. Her eyes didn't leave Santana's for a minute. As she popped back up, she whipped her hair in a circle and Santana was pretty sure the girl had just killed her. Then Brittany sat facing outward on Santana's right leg, her body slowly falling backwards onto Santana's lap. Santana's eyes were fixated on her chest until Brittany rose her left leg straight up into the air. Santana's jaw dropped and Brittany giggled as she slowly rose upright. She spun around and returned to straddling Santana. This time, she thrusted her hips into Santana as she rolled them in circles.
"F-uck Brit," she breathed. Her eyes rolled back into the back of her head as Brittany, hips still rolling, kissed up and down the girl's jaw. "B-brit," she moaned. "I need," she gasped. Santana arched her body into Brittany and suddenly Brittany couldn't take it anymore. She rose to her feet and grabbed Santana by the hand.
"Come on," she husked. They practically ran as Brittany led them behind the bar. They ducked past one of the bartenders and Brittany opened up the door to the bartender's lounge. Since it was New Years and completely packed, they didn't have a chance to use it. They made it inside and all Santana could see was a table and a couch before Brittany shoved her against the locked door. Brittany's lips crashed into Santana's and they both let out a desperate noise. Brittany's hands were frantic all over Santana's body before lifting her off the ground, Santana's legs wrapping around her waist. Brittany only made it as far as the table before she laid Brittany down, her lips immediately finding Santana's.
"Mmm," Santana moaned as she took Brittany's face in her hands. Brittany climbed on top of her and Santana's legs wrapped around Brittany's waist. Santana used her legs to pull herself closer to Brittany but nothing was helping.
"Br-rit," she struggled. "N-now. Now." Brittany took the hint as she slid down Brittany's body. Her lips landed on Santana's thigh and the girl's body locked up. Brittany realized how close she was and skipped the foreplay. Santana assisted her as she arched upward so Brittany could slide her dress upward and her underwear off. Within a second her lips were on Santana's center.
"God," Santana shouted. Brittany ran her tongue through the girl's folds and all of Santana's muscles clenched. She started kissing, softly at first, then she began sucking harder. Santana was shaking and her hips were spasming.
"Fuck!"
Brittany's tongue entered Santana and she gave out. Her body collapsed as her breath hitched and her heart stopped. Her chest was heaving as Brittany slowly made her way back up Santana's body. As she waited for Santana come all the way back down, she pressed light kisses all over Santana's neck.
"Babe," Santana breathed softly. Brittany smiled as she leaned above Santana to give her a tiny kiss. "You're incredible."
"You too," Brittany smiled. "I told you you could keep up with me," she said referring to the dance floor.
"Are you kidding?" Santana asked seriously. "Do you see me right now?"
"Yeah, well I kind of played unfairly," she gave her an innocent smile.
"You think?" Santana rolled her eyes playfully. "You drive me crazy. The way you move," she shook her head.
"You're not so bad yourself." Brittany went to lay her head on Santana's chest.
"What do you think you're doing?" Santana quickly slid herself out from underneath, making sure to catch Brittany's head before she banged it on the table. Brittany looked up at her slightly inquisitively. "I'm not done with you," Santana smirked, her hands slowly rolling up the bottom of Brittany's dress.
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"You up for a round two later?" Santana husked as Brittany's hands fell down her back.
"And a round three. And a round four," Brittany whispered back, her lips grazing Brittany's ear. The song stopped and a voiceover boomed through the room.
"Ten minutes till the New Year!" Everyone in the Lodge cheered. There were clappers and noisemakers everywhere. People were handing out confetti guns and noise poppers and everyone was already sporting silly hats and glasses.
"I can't wait to kiss you at midnight," Brittany smiled.
"Me too," Santana beamed back. Her face was soft and filled with genuine excitement. "I've never had a real midnight kiss," she confessed.
"What?" Brittany practically froze. "Never?"
"Only a drunken one at a party. Typical high school," she laughed. "Never one that meant anything."
"Come with me," Brittany smiled. Santana gripped Brittany's arm as she lead her through the crowd.
"Where are we going?" Santana asked once they made it out of the club.
"I want your first midnight kiss to be perfect."
"It will be," Santana laughed lightly. "It's gonna be with you, isn't it?" Santana checked. Brittany playfully rolled her eyes. They hopped on the elevator and as soon as Brittany hit the button Santana knew where they were going.
"Lookout?" She asked. "Won't it be packed?" Brittany shrugged.
"Probably not. Everyone's at some sort of party."
When Brittany opened the door, she let out an amazed gasp.
"We're alone," she said in disbelief. She'd expected it to be quieter than downstairs, but she had expected at least two other couples looking for some silence. "Come on," she smiled. Hand in hand, the girls walked down to the spot they'd first spoken and the spot where Brittany had led Santana at three in the morning for their first real talk and make out session. They sat down for a minute, hands still intertwined.
"How will we know when it's midnight?" Santana asked, suddenly confused.
"Listen," Brittany smiled. In the distance Santana could hear the commotion from downstairs. "Just wait till they countdown." Santana leaned in to give Brittany a sweet kiss.
"Remember when you showed up at my door at 3 am?" Santana laughed, remembering what had brought her here that first real night with Brittany. "You were so in love," she teased.
"Says the girl who was waiting at her door for me," Brittany rolled her eyes. "In her underwear! Tease." Santana guffawed.
"Oh my gosh," she remembered. "You were so flustered."
"Was not!" Brittany defended as she playfully hit Santana's arm.
"Um maybe you should put some pants on," Santana mocked Brittany from that night.
"Shut up!" Brittany laughed, clearly embarrassed.
"You wouldn't come in my room, either. What did you think I was gonna do to you?"
"I don't know! I was nervous!" She threw her arms up in the air.
"I'm just messing," Santana laughed. "So was I."
They fell into a comfortable silence as Brittany laid her head on Santana's shoulder.
"It's so pretty out there," Santana sighed at all the lights. "I'm gonna miss this," Santana said referring to the view.
"Me too," Brittany sighed referring to an entirely different thing.
"So how was your year?" Santana asked with a small smile.
"Honestly, I thought it sucked. But right now I can't even remember why. You?"
"No major complaints," she nodded. "Couldn't have asked for a better ending, that's for sure," Santana told her. Brittany gave her a tiny kiss on her cheek.
"I'm so happy I met you," Brittany said as she cuddled into Santana's arm.
"Me too," Santana breathed into Brittany's forehead.
"Twenty! Nineteen! Eighteen!" Came shouts from downstairs. Brittany sat upright and turned to the brunette with a smile.
"Look at that." Santana giggled as Brittany scooted closer to her.
"Brit," Santana breathed.
"Hm."
"I love you."
"I love you too Santana," Brittany breathed as she softly tucked a piece of Santana's hair behind her ear.
"So much," Santana smiled as she placed her hand on the blonde's hip.
"So much," Brittany repeated as she placed their foreheads together.
"Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven!" Brittany was whispering the countdown as she stared into Santana's dark orbs.
"Six, Five, Four, Three," she whispered. "Two-"
Before she could get out the one Santana's lips crashed into hers as she took Brittany's bottom lip in between her two thicker ones. Butterflies exploded inside both of them. Santana loosened her lips enough for Brittany's tongue to gently glide against her lower lip. She tightened her lips again as Brittany's signature smile came through. It seemed to be contagious at this point as both girls were grinning, trying to keep their lips connected.
"Happy New Year," Brittany whispered, her face still pressed against Santana's. The brunette smiled.
"I think it's gonna be a good one."
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Hey guys! So turns out next chapter is the last one followed by an epilogue. Thanks so much for all the reviews and messages as always! I also have a playlist coming out probably next chapter from a few requests of all the songs mentions/ songs the remind me of the storyline so I'll link that next chapter probably.
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