Do you ever just have those days where your internet just doesn't want to work? Yeah me too, it ruins EVERYTHING.
On to happier things! I would like to thank everyone who read, reviewed, favorited, followed, stalked, gazed, lingered, and what not on that last chapter (and the story in general). I know it was a difficult one, things are better now. Seriously thank you though, I love you all SOO much!
This chapter is quite long. Sometimes I just can't seem to stop writing...
There's a reason this baby is rated M :)
AUGUST
Day 18
"By the way, Tanner says that you owe him some ice cream." Brittany calls over her shoulder as she tosses the last of the towels into the large industrial dryer. Santana looks up from her spot resting against the folding table as she waits for Brittany to finish up the loading so they can start the folding.
Santana's brow creases as tilts her head up and evaluates Brittany in an attempt to understand her words. She's not entirely sure where that topic of conversation came from, seeing as how it's now Tuesday and she hasn't seen the little blonde haired munchkin since Sunday afternoon when she went and enjoyed lunch with the Pierce's.
"Also, my mom wants to have dinner with your parents, and I guess us too." Brittany then says as she closes the dryer door and turns around to walk over to Santana. She giggles lowly when she sees the confused look spread across the Latina's features and leans down to press a kiss to Santana's lips.
When Brittany pulls back from the kiss, Santana is smiling with her bottom lip pulled between her teeth, tasting the sweet mixture of Brittany left there. She sighs and wraps her arms around her girlfriend's slim waist, tilting in towards her body and resting her cheek against Brittany's shoulder.
"Okay." She sighs dreamily and then glances up to look at Brittany, "I still don't know why I owe Tanner ice cream, but he's too cute to say 'No' to." Santana mumbles as the blonde strokes her hands up and down her back.
"I bet you say that to all the boys." Brittany jokes with a wink causing Santana to let out a snort.
"You know me so well. Admittedly, I do have a weakness for adorable blonde haired and blue eyed siblings whose last name starts with 'P' and ends with 'Ierce'." Santana tells Brittany as she leans back slightly in her embrace to glance up at the blonde and flashes her a toothy grin. It causes a belly laugh to erupt from Brittany's body and she tilts down to brush their noses together before pecking Santana's lips once, twice, three times.
On the third time, Santana's hands dive into blonde locks and keep Brittany's lips placed firmly against hers. A few seconds later and Santana's tongue is stroking over Brittany's bottom lip and pushing into her mouth, causing the taller girl's legs to buckle briefly under the intensity. Santana always catches Brittany though.
When they break from the kiss, Brittany lets out a hum of approval as a smile spreads across her face and her eyes remained drooped and her body continues to melt.
"You seriously have some talent with that tongue of yours, you know?" Brittany sighs out as her eyes finally slowly flutter open.
Santana smirks and leans in to swipe her tongue up the side of Brittany's neck until her lips are resting on the shell of Brittany's ear.
"I know right?" Santana says in a low husky tone that has Brittany's fingers digging into the flesh at her hips. Sometimes she can't take the way Santana talks to her, but more than not Brittany just can't handle all the things Santana does to her, on a regular basis. Before she knows it, however, Santana has spun out of her grasp and when Brittany blinks her eyes open, she finds her girlfriend now nonchalantly folding away at the towels on the table.
With a frown, Brittany stares long and hard at Santana before she decides that the girl is teasing her. She releases a huff but determines that she will make it through this and begins to pick up her own set of towels to help Santana with folding.
They're silent for a few minutes, Santana glancing Brittany's way every ten seconds or so. Brittany sees the glances out of her peripherals but decides to play coy and not return them. She secretly knows it drives Santana crazy. After about the tenth glance, Brittany knows for sure that Santana is expecting something from her so instead of really giving her what she wants, she starts humming a tune.
Santana's eyes narrow as she listens to Brittany hum something, thinking she recognizes it but not being entirely sure. When Brittany gets to a particular distinctive part in the 'song' Santana's eyes go wide before a soft smile spreads across her face.
"Is that?" She starts to ask and an instant later Brittany's lips are on hers and she's being lifted into strong arms before her ass is placed on the folding table and Brittany's hands are pressing into the small of her back. Santana inhales through her nose as Brittany's mouth fusses with hers and Santana's hands cup a pale but flushed neck.
When their lips part for air, Brittany rests her forehead against Santana's and releases a few ragged pants. Her blue eyes open and lock tenderly with brown, a soft smile spreading across her face. She nods minutely to Santana's earlier question.
"I'm always going to think of that morning every time I hear that song." Brittany murmurs and it sends a shiver through Santana's spine, her mind instantly traveling back to the Saturday morning after that almost complete debacle of a party at Rachel Berry's house, and the things that happened between her and Brittany that were definitely not a debacle.
Saturday Morning, Berry Residence
Santana is lying on her side, propped up on her elbow chin cupped in her palm, unabashedly admiring the sleeping form of her beautiful girlfriend when Brittany begins to stir and slowly blink her eyes open. She releases a groan as her eyes adjust to the soft sunlight that filters in through the uncurtained window.
Normally clear blue eyes are clouded with a lingering fog from the night before. Brittany glances upon Santana who is smiling softly at her, and it is then that she realizes her girlfriend is running a soothing hand through her hair.
"Oh my gosh." Brittany mumbles as most of the events from the night before suddenly start making their way back into her brain. Although there is still the dull ache of a hangover headache just at the edge of her consciousness, Brittany is far more concerned with how big of a fool she made of herself last night.
She first examines her surroundings and finds that she appears to be in a four-poster bed with white translucent drapes dangling down from the canopy cover. There is an elliptical machine in the corner she's never seen and the walls are littered with gold stars and poster boards overfilled with captions like "Dream big" and "Go for the Gold" and numerous actresses that Brittany does not recognize. She blinks again, now questioning whether or not she actually has awoken from her slumber.
"Am I still dreaming?" She inquires quietly and receives the faint sound of a raspy chuckle in return. Brittany swivels her head back to the bed, carefully as to not elicit more pain in her head, and again sees Santana lying there with a soft smile on her face and the phantom of a laugh on her lips.
"You're not dreaming baby, we're still at Rachel's." Santana murmurs as she shuffles close and places a soft peck to Brittany's nose. Brittany sighs in relief; she doesn't know what she would do if she were still dreaming-it'd be like a freaking nightmare she could never get out of. She's beginning to return to calmness when suddenly another thought occurs to her and her eyes snap open.
"Did we have sex?" She asks and flinches at the volume, it's bordering on a whisper but it still comes out louder than she intended. Again Santana offers her a sexy chuckle and the hand that was stroking through her hair falls to cup the side of Brittany's cheek. Deep brown beautiful eyes stare into blue.
"How much do you remember from last night?" Santana asks and Brittany feels her cheeks heat. She supposes she could have thought about trying to recall stuff on her own, particularly because she would like to think that if she and Santana had sex, she would be sure to remember that. Ever time they've done anything thus far has been more than memorable after all.
Brittany tilts her head back in concentration and tries to rack her brain for things that may have happened last night. She remembers there was definitely alcohol, and maybe some singing and dancing? Oh god, there was spin the bottle where Stan Nevans and his overly large lips almost touched her own. Brittany cringes at that thought, her nose crinkling up. She huffs at herself because she remembers being mad at Santana, but she doesn't remember exactly why and she hates to think that her drunk subconscious would allow her to do something so horrible as kiss another person. Especially a boy that she knows Santana, as well as herself, both loathes and feels insecure about him taking Brittany away from her.
Brittany ducks her head and buries her chin into her chest as she feels the first sting of fresh tears push out of her eyes. Santana coos to her and slides closer, wrapping her strong, caring and gentle arms completely around Brittany and pulling her in close. A tan thigh slips between her own.
"Aww Britt, baby, it's okay." Santana whispers as she presses kisses to her girlfriend's cheek and temple, unsure of why Brittany may be crying but having a sense of the reason and wanting to make sure that Brittany doesn't feel horrible about anything. Being drunk is no excuse, but they surely got over some of those insecurities and feelings of hurt last night. Santana doesn't want Brittany torturing herself over them again.
"I'm s-so sorry San." Brittany chortles as she lets out another sob into Santana's chest who in return rubs her back and continues to place sweet kisses to her cheeks and forehead.
"I know baby. I know you are. Please Britt, try to remember what we talked about last night." Santana murmurs as gentle as can and Brittany nods into her embrace sniffling as she looks into her memories again for things that occurred last night.
She remembers that Santana pulled her away from Stan, she's forever grateful for that, and then they came up to a room and Brittany tried to…she tried to desperately get Santana into bed. Normally that wouldn't be a bad thing, but Brittany would like to think she's a bit more classy than trying to get her girlfriend to have sex with her when she's drunk.
The thing is though, Brittany now vividly remembers as she glances down at her chest and realizes she still has a top on, is that Santana didn't have sex with her. It wasn't that she flat out refused but she respectfully declined because…Brittany racks her brain for the precise words that Santana used…oh!...because she wanted Brittany to 'remember it when she makes love to her'.
A grin spreads across Brittany's face as Santana's words from last night begin to play like a record, a smooth, sexy, adoring record, in her mind. She suddenly rolls Santana onto her back, enjoying the way the other girl lets out a surprised 'Oomph!' and then proceeds to situate herself on top of her. Santana's eyes are wide and searching, not entirely sure what her girlfriend has planned at the moment. Brittany smiles down at her and leans down to peck her lips.
"I remember that you let the entire L.I.F.A.A gang know that I was your girlfriend, and that you don't regret telling them that."
Santana smiles and nods leaning up to press her lips into Brittany's as she cups the right side of her cheek and strokes her thumb across her slightly flushed cheekbone.
"I don't, at all." Santana utters and Brittany's lips are on hers an instant later, pressing firm as her heart begins to ram against her ribcage in anticipation of all the feelings that are and will be flooding through her.
"I love you." Brittany whispers against Santana's lips as she pulls her own away and receives a smile and a hand at the back of her head pulling her lips back down in return. After a sensual and deeply reconnecting kiss, Brittany pulls back slightly and Santana releases a satisfied sigh below her.
"Do you remember anything else?" She asks bashfully as her fingers brush a lock of blonde hair behind Brittany's ear. Brittany smiles and nods, leaning down for another quick peck.
"I do. I remember that you are probably the most amazing girlfriend in the world." Brittany says and earns a lopsided grin from Santana, then she scrunches her nose up and adds, "And that I mean enough to you to not take advantage of."
Santana laughs throatily and nods stretching up to place her own kiss against pink lips, savoring the sweet taste that lingers there. Santana sighs against Brittany's mouth; life just seems so surreal sometimes.
"You mean a lot more to me than that," Santana whispers and her hands trail down Brittany's clothed back to rest on the small of it, just under that cotton tank that still adorns the blonde, "More than I could ever say with words alone."
Santana's last whispered words are said while looking directly into Brittany's eyes, and in an instant Brittany remembers a few other words that were whispered in the dark to her from that same beautiful mouth and those same full lips. She smiles inwardly to herself, knowing that Santana does love her-even if she really knew all along-and now she maintains the patience to wait for her girl to be fully ready to say those words aloud, again.
Santana has already made a lot of progress in Brittany's eyes at the mere fact that she announced to the entirety of the L.I.F.A.A volunteers that attend McKinley High, as well as Mike, that they were dating and official and exclusive. It may not be the exact declaration of love that Brittany is waiting for, but hearing that and knowing Santana's most inner desires and feelings makes waiting a little easier. She knows the girl will come around sooner or later, and knowing Santana it will perhaps be in a grand fashion far worth it.
Brittany leans down and connects her lips with Santana's, guiding them into a sweet and tender kiss. Quickly things begin to escalate as Brittany's body shifts on top of Santana's and her lower half slips and sinks between Santana's legs where Brittany can feel a heat radiating from Santana's center despite the thin cotton sheet and undergarments that separate them. Brittany groans and tugs Santana's lower lip between her teeth, instantly eliciting a moan from the Latina.
Her hips shift and her knee presses into Santana's center, eliciting another moan from the girl below her and Brittany attaches her lips to the side of her girlfriends' neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. Santana's grip on Brittany's shoulders tightens as her back arches and pushes further into the girl above her.
When Brittany's hand drops to Santana's hip and their lips reconnect, a vibrating moan is released from one of their mouths, from who they don't know, not that it matters. Brittany's fingers slowly glide over the smooth heated skin of Santana's stomach as her touch travels under the thin cotton sleep shirt that the girl is still wearing and she feels the gasp that Santana releases as her body shivers under her touch.
"Britt." Santana mumbles against chastely kissing lips as Brittany roughly pushes up the hem of Santana's shirt and her hands blaze a trail over tan skin. Santana wants this, so bad, but she wants to be the one touching Brittany and making her feel good and she also wants to give Brittany something before things get too escalated and she won't even bother thinking about it anymore.
Brittany mumbles something into the skin of Santana's neck where she still has her teeth and tongue and lips pressed to. Her hands continue to move upwards until they are tracing the curve of full breasts. Santana moans again and arches up into Brittany's touch, her coherency quickly disappearing. She gasps and gulps for air, blinking her eyes open and trying to focus on the task at hand (no pun intended).
But Brittany is proving to be quite a distraction, her lips, her hands, her tongue, her just everything.
"Mmmm, baby wait." Santana manages to murmur out through her intense feelings of loss of control that are taking over. It takes Brittany a moment to register Santana's words, and another moment to actually comprehend them. Her hands pause just at the underside of Santana's breasts and she lifts her head from where her lips were beginning to trail a path down the slope of a tan neck to look into searching brown eyes.
Santana smiles tenderly up at Brittany, noticing the slight glassy look that has over taken the blue of her eyes and the fact her pupils are practically expanding by the second. Santana knows she's turned on, she can feel it in the way her thin panties are sticking to her, so she can only imagine the way Brittany feels at the moment. She cups her girlfriend's cheeks in her hands and guides pink lips down for a kiss.
Brittany hums against Santana's lips, allowing her body to press more fully into the girl below her, and readily kisses back. The kiss doesn't reach the proportions Brittany knows it's capable of because Santana pulls back before Brittany's tongue can slip into her mouth. Tan, soft, careful fingers stroke over the flushed skin of Brittany's cheeks and Santana tilts up to place one more lingering peck against her lips before she speaks.
"There's something I have that I want to give to you before we get too…" Santana starts to say and Brittany smiles as she notices the faint tinge of pink spread across tan cheeks. She presses her lips to Santana's right cheek before kissing the left and brushing her nose across Santana's instantly cooling any nerves the other girl is feeling.
Santana shifts up into a semi seated position, resting on her elbows and causing Brittany's body to slide down and position itself over Santana's stomach effectively straddling it. Again there's only a thin layer of cotton separating them and Santana can most definitely feel the heat pulsing from between Brittany's legs. She swallows thickly and closes her eyes trying to get back into the zone.
"It's in my purse." Santana then states and Brittany pouts slightly at the realization that she'll have to shift off of her girlfriend, something she was so not hoping to have to do. She does though, figuring it will be brief. Santana strokes Brittany's cheek with her palm again and places a kiss on her lips before sliding out from under the covers and walking stealthily over to her purse that adorns the carpeted floor. Brittany watches all the while, her eyes glued to Santana's half-naked form.
When Santana turns back around and starts to walk back to the bed she falters slightly under Brittany's very predatory look. The blonde has her bottom lip pinched between her teeth and her dark dark blue eyes are analyzing Santana with a look of absolute desire. It sends a tingle through Santana's body, not like she was lacking confidence, but seeing such a look from Brittany and knowing the girl wants her just as bad kind of makes things a little easier.
Santana reaches the bed and climbs onto it knees first shuffling close to Brittany who is sitting on her own knees waiting patiently for her sexy Latina goddesses return. When she's settled comfortably, Santana holds her hand out. It's not until Brittany glances down that she notices a black velvet box held extended to her from Santana's hand. Her forehead scrunches in wonder and she glances back up into brown eyes.
The other girl smiles softly and gives a slight nod, indicating it's safe for Brittany to take the box offering the item to her with the motion of her hand. Brittany takes the box gently in her hands and pulls it from Santana's grasp. She turns it and flicks the latch that keeps it shut. Her breath is stolen from her as she lifts the lid and reveals the item inside; it's magnificently splendid in a way that Brittany could have never imagined. Her heart starts beating rapidly as she considers why Santana would get her something like this just as the very girl in question begins to speak again.
"I know it's kind of a surprise, you were probably expecting something else like jewelry or something, and I thought about that but then I thought back to all the times you were talking about wanting to learn how to use something like that, with me."
Brittany's head tilts in curiosity and also mild confusion. She remembers everything that she and Santana spoke about, but she can't seem to remember this particular item ever coming up in topics of conversation, not that she's exactly opposed to it, she's just kind of curious.
Santana must read the confusion on her girlfriend's face because she shifts forward and delicately takes the object from the box. Brittany admires the way it looks in Santana's hands, its distinctive hue contrasting wonderfully with the tan of Santana's hand.
"Is it silly?" Santana asks completely unsure of herself now. When she bought the item, and was meticulously assisted by a very knowledgeable salesclerk, she thought for sure Brittany would love it.
Brittany smiles lopsidedly at her.
"I'm just kind of unsure about it."
Santana's heart sinks a little; she hadn't been expecting that reply. Surely, Brittany would be the one to want to try or use something like this.
"Oh, I just thought when you were talking about beatboxing so I figured…"
Brittany's eyebrows scrunch up even further at that.
"Santana don't get me wrong, this is beautiful, amazing really, but what does it have to do with beatboxing?" She asks curiously. Santana gives her a mildly blank look.
"I thought that it would help with beatboxing?" She says, her voice now timid and completely unsure. Brittany's eyebrow crinkles as it lifts to her hairline.
"A harmonica?"
Santana's face flushes an adorable shade of tanned pink.
"Yeah?"
Brittany's smile spreads across her face, stretching big and wide.
"San," She starts as gently as possible, not wanting to offend her girlfriend in any shape or form, "Do you know what beatboxing is?"
She didn't think Santana's face could get any redder, it does. But it's also impossibly cuter.
"Um," Santana starts to say, her voice wavering with unsuredness, "Making beats with some kind of box shaped thing?"
Brittany tries her hardest to stifle her laughter, but a little giggle still escapes her pursed lips. Santana pouts, suddenly feeling really insecure. She folds her arms across her chest and tucks her chin down. Brittany's heart squeezes, one because Santana is absolutely adorable and two because she's pretty sure she's just fallen in love with the girl even more so.
She shuffles closer and places her hands, palms down, on Santana's bare thighs leaning in and pressing a soft but firm kiss to the ledge of a still pouting jaw. One of Brittany's hands creeps up Santana's body and cups the side of her neck, before she leans in and presses her lips to the shell of her ear.
"Baby I really love my harmonica. It's beautiful and I'm excited to learn how to play it, but you know what I really love about it?" She whispers into Santana's ear and smiles inwardly as she feels the shiver run through the Latina's body, her words and moist breath obviously affecting her. Santana shakes her head 'No'.
"I love it mostly because you got it for me, and every time I use it I'll think of you. There's no better gift than that."
A small smile starts to spread across Santana's face and when she glances up and fully looks into Brittany's now clear dark blue eyes, so open and honest and loving, her heart skips a beat because Santana wants to show Brittany just how much of a gift Brittany, and her love, is to her every single second of every day. She leans in and kisses Brittany chastely on the lips before her lips skirt over to the shell of a flushed pink ear.
"You are the best thing in my life Brittany." Santana whispers and pulls back to lean her forehead against Brittany's as they smile at each other. She tilts the bottom part of her face in to briefly connect their lips as her hands come up and stroke loose strands of hair behind Brittany's ears, before they smooth out along her cheek and neck.
"Mine too San."
Santana smiles and strokes her thumb across Brittany's cheek again before kissing the tip of her nose.
"Wanna get out of here?" She asks and Brittany nods her consent. They both giggle and scramble out of the bed, hastily grabbing their things and pulling on sleep shorts before they make their way out of the house, forgoing the basement so as not to run into any of their friends. They'll deal with that later.
"Do you trust me?" Santana asks in a hushed whisper as she and Brittany sit kneeled in the same position they had been on Rachel's bed some twenty minutes ago. Santana drove them back to her house since she knew her parents would not be home all weekend and they would have the privacy she wanted. It didn't take long for them to stumble to the bed, looking at each other in desperation.
After Brittany takes a moment to turn Santana's little clock radio on, just low enough to be heard but not interrupting, she turned towards the other girl and pulls her into her arms. It doesn't take long after that that Santana is guiding Brittany to her bed.
Brittany kisses Santana softly in reply to her question, cupping her cheeks with her hands and breathing raggedly against full lips. Brittany has never trusted anyone with everything she is as much as she trusts Santana. She nods against Santana's forehead.
Santana takes a deep breath and her fingers fall to the hem of the tank top that still adorns Brittany's body. She takes a moment to breath before she slowly starts tugging it up until it is pulled over Brittany's head and blonde hair comes cascading back down on strong, toned pale shoulders. Santana inhales at the sight, Brittany is stunning, and leans forward to kiss the girl's lips as she tosses the tank to the side.
"Lie down baby." Santana murmurs as she pulls her lips back from Brittany's only to place another kiss to Brittany's nose and then to her cheek as the blonde nods her understanding and begins to situate her body to lay on her back. Once Brittany's head hits the pillow and her blonde hair splays across it, Santana sucks in a sharp breath at the beauty revealed before her.
She marvels over the smooth porcelain skin, dotted with perfect and spontaneously placed freckles. Gloriously round perfect breasts with pinchable pink nipples. The dip of Brittany's thoracic arch, the lines that define her abs, the V of her hips and the way her hipbones curve nicely from her skin.
Santana's seen Brittany naked, she's admired her, but she's never really fully taken it all in while she's thinking about how much she never wants to be, see or have anyone else like this. Ever.
She adjusts her body to lay between Brittany's legs, keeping the majority of her upper body propped up on her elbows as she scans Brittany's body appreciatively and then looks into blue eyes.
"You are the most breathtakingly exquisite human being I have ever seen. Britt, you're beautiful." Santana murmurs softly and a smile spreads across Brittany's lips as she reaches up to cup tan cheeks and pull full lips down to her own pink ones. Santana closes her eyes at the contact and her body shakes as Brittany moans slightly when Santana takes her bottom lip between both of her own and sucks on it gently, releasing it only to swipe her tongue across it and gain access into a ready and willing mouth.
Santana strokes Brittany's mouth and the length of her tongue languidly, appreciatively as she rocks subtly between Brittany's legs. She draws a moan from the girl when she shifts and presses her knee up into Brittany's center. A song travels through the airwaves and fills the space around the girl's with a soft, easy melody. It's not until Santana hears some of the lyrics that she really starts to pay attention.
'And I wish you all the love in the world, but most of all, I wish it from myself.'
She doesn't think there could be a better song for this moment.
When their mouths break for air, Brittany's head throws back into the pillow more as Santana attaches her lips to her neck and nips, sucks, and licks down the slope of it, all the while the pressure she's providing with her knee never ceasing. Santana's kisses begin to trail lower down Brittany's neck until they are trailing across her collarbone, her shoulders, and across the upper portion of her chest.
Brittany gasps as Santana nips particularly rough at the hollow of her collarbone, surely leaving a mark. Santana simply smirks into the skin and adjusts her kisses further down Brittany's chest until she's kissing down the valley of her breasts and pressing her lips firmly into each curve of Brittany's defined abs. Pale fingers slide into long dark locks and brush soothingly, all the while Brittany squirms subtly below Santana.
Santana's lips soon return to the curve of Brittany's left breast, where she kisses in a clockwise pattern around the curve up to her nipple and swirls her tongue around the dark pink flesh enjoying the way Brittany gasps and jerks at the touch. Her other hand comes up to squeeze at Brittany's right breast, tweaking the nipple between her thumb and forefinger until it hardens as her tongue, lips and mouth do the same to Brittany's other nipple.
Brittany's hands have shifted to the nape of Santana's neck where they squeeze and grip and tense at every blissfully torturous nip, lick, and pinch.
"S-san." Brittany whimpers as Santana spends an extra long time and amount of devoted attention on her breasts, alternating between using her mouth and hand and rubbing her palm intermittently over the erect buds in the meantime. Shortly after, Brittany's stomach muscles tense and flutter as Santana's lips suddenly start grazing a path down them.
Santana's lips press firmly in a path from Brittany's navel down to the waistband of her sleep shorts and then across to one hipbone, sucking on it lightly, before trailing back across to the other one and doing the same thing. Santana has to take a moment to rest her forehead against Brittany's stomach as considers the action she wants to complete next. Brittany's fingers stroke lazily through Santana's dark hair as her body trembles slightly in anticipation.
Sitting up slightly, Santana presses a kiss to the lowest portion of Brittany's exposed skin just above the waistband of her shorts, causing the girl to shiver slightly and release a breathless whimper. Her right hand falls from Santana's hair and cups the girl's cheek and Santana turns her lips into Brittany's palm and places a kiss there before shifting her lips down and taking the tip of Brittany's thumb between her lips. Brittany groans at the action, her eyes widening at the feeling and her heart hammering as she watches Santana press a kiss to the tip of her thumb with a sexy smirk.
Santana hooks her own thumbs under the band of Brittany's shorts and tugs them down her body, marveling at how sexy her girl looks as she lifts her hips from the bed to assist Santana. It doesn't take long for Santana to get the shorts down and off Brittany's legs, tossing them to the side before returning to the girl's panty covered center.
She tries to muffle the groan that bubbles up in her throat when Brittany's arousal, a sweet musky scent, hits her senses but she fails and the sound causes Brittany to squirm in her spot. Santana glances up Brittany's body as her fingers hook in the waistband of the girl's panties, the last barrier, as she asks the silent question.
Brittany, glancing over her own heaving chest, nods with the utmost look of trust flickering from her dark blue eyes. Santana smiles and places a kiss to Brittany's hipbone again before she starts tugging down the blue lace garment that separates her from Brittany's sex.
She's not expecting it to hit her so hard, or to turn her on that much more, but when Santana fully removes Brittany's underwear and turns her eyes back to the girl's center she is mesmerized. Brittany is wet, Santana doesn't need light to tell that, but the natural light that illuminates her bedroom just makes Brittany's core glisten that much more. It shoots a spark of arousal straight to Santana's own center and she feels a wetness make itself known in her own panties.
Before she continues, Santana situates her body back above Brittany's so they're face to face again and tenderly kisses pink lips.
"Is this okay?" Santana asks gently, hesitant. She knows they've sort of talked about it before, but this is like for real. Brittany nods furiously and cups Santana's cheeks again, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips.
"Yes. Please…" Brittany begs almost breathlessly, her hips canting upwards slightly trying to find any kind of release for her burning, aching center. Santana nods and kisses her one last time before she slides back down the bed. She situates herself between Brittany's legs, lying on her stomach so her face is only a few inches away from Brittany's most intimate spot. Santana reaches out tentatively and encourages Brittany to bend her knees and prop her feet up, pushing against the inside of her thighs to spread them further apart.
Brittany is beginning to get exceptionally antsy, her whole body trembling still, her hands clutching at the side of the bed by her hips. Santana reaches out and takes Brittany's left hand in her right and places a reassuring kiss to Brittany's knuckles before holding it firmly and resting it against a pale hipbone, assuring the blonde that she'll be right there and keep her grounded. Brittany squeezes her hand in appreciation.
"San…" She mewls as Santana's lips press into the area just above her pelvic bone before they trail a path over to the insides of her thighs. She whimpers at the feeling, Santana's mouth getting closer and closer to where she wants it as every second passes.
"Oh…ugh…yes" Brittany breaths out as she feels Santana press a full on kiss directly to her wet sex. It's gone all too quickly and Brittany groans in frustration and is about to chastise Santana when suddenly she feels a firm flattened tongue give a tentative stroke through her, parting her folds and flicking at her clit when Santana reaches the top. Brittany's hips slam back into the mattress and she shakes, never having felt anything so amazing.
When nothing immediately follows, Brittany squints one eye open and looks down her body at Santana, who's head is raised just an inch above her center, her lips pursed thoughtfully and her eyes closed as if in deep concentration, a bright close lipped smile is spread across her face.
Brittany is about to speak and politely mention to Santana that if she likes what she's tasted so far, she's free to continue but her breath is ripped from her throat in the form of a ragged moan as Santana's second exploration is much less tentative.
This time, Santana's tongue travels from Brittany's slit to her bundle of nerves, where plump lips wrap around the little bud and give an explorative suck. Brittany moans and Santana knows she's done something right. Her tongue pokes out again as her lips remain wrapped around Brittany's clit and she flicks the tip out at the nub a few times enjoying the reaction she provokes.
Santana sucks again and swirls her tongue around in a lapping motion over come with the taste that's on her tongue and in her mouth. She moans into Brittany's sex and the vibrations send a tremor through the rest of Brittany's body causing a pale hand to grip tightly at a tan one and Brittany to release another gasping breath and mumbled curse.
"Shi-ugh! Santana!"
Brittany is just getting used to the feeling of Santana's tongue doing wonders to her clit when suddenly she feels the girl's tongue slip down to her entrance and teasingly circle it before slipping back up to her clit and flicking it again. Brittany shudders and tries not to squirm, but it's impossible.
"Oh God! Mmmm!" She moans, completely out of breath, as she feels Santana stiffen her tongue and curl it into her pulsing entrance. Brittany doesn't think she'll last much longer. Not with the way Santana seems to expertly work her tongue into her core just as the Latina's thumb comes down to rub circles against her clit.
Brittany catches glimpses of Santana's head bobbing back and forth between her legs, feeling the girl's tongue dip in and out of her soaked entrance. She feels the pressure in her lower abdomen grow higher and higher until Santana's tongue pushes in so deep and freezes as she presses her thumb firmly into Brittany's clit.
The blonde goes hurtling over the edge. Her orgasm taking her completely by surprise as her thighs suddenly clamp around Santana's head and her inner walls clench around the Latina's tongue.
"Fuu-San!" She screams through her release feeling a rush of liquid release from her center. Santana readily takes everything Brittany gives her while pale hips roll in waves as her orgasm continues to rip through Brittany, her actions pressing her center further and more desperately into Santana's face.
Brittany's lower body slumps back to the mattress and her tired thighs fall lazily from Santana's head. A tremor runs through Brittany's body as her aftershocks continue to quake through her. Her chest is heaving, and she can literally hear the blood of her pounding heart between her ears. Her walls loosen around Santana's tongue and Brittany squeaks a little as she feels her girlfriend remove the talented muscle from her center.
Santana licks around Brittany's sex, careful to not put too much pressure anywhere on the exceptionally sensitive nerves. She feels Brittany tug on her hand just as she runs her tongue through Brittany's wetness again, licking her clean. Santana presses one more firm kiss right to Brittany's center, causing a gasp to tumble from pink lips, before she slides her way back up a spent and sexily panting porcelain skinned body.
Wrapping her arms around and under Brittany's back to hold onto her, Santana feels the way Brittany trembles in her arms as she works her plump lips across flushed skin. When her face is level with Brittany's, Santana places a lingering kiss to the corner of her girlfriend's mouth and smiles adoringly as pale eyelids flutter open to reveal electrically glowing blue. Santana is quite certain she has never seen Brittany's eyes so radiant.
"Fuck" Is the only thing Brittany murmurs, still gasping for air. Santana smirks at how surprisingly sexy the curse word sounds coming from the blonde's otherwise normally proper lips. She nuzzles her nose against Brittany's cheek before pressing a kiss to her lips, flicking her tongue out against Brittany's bottom one and earning a whimpered moan as Brittany gets a taste of herself on Santana's tongue.
"Incredible…San…fuck."
Santana just chuckles and draws Brittany into a lazy kiss.
"You look sexy all the time, but I can't control myself when I think about you doing that to me. You were so so sexy." Brittany whispers against Santana's lips and causes the girl to moan and whimper at the words, as well as the thoughts they provoke.
"That and I really do love my harmonica." Brittany then murmurs echoing her words from the other night as she attaches her lips to the curve of Santana's neck, nipping slightly before she soothes over it with the flat of her tongue. Santana shudders and her grip on Brittany's shoulders tightens.
"Yeah?" She asks quite and shyly and Brittany nods into the crook of her neck, her nose brushing against the warmed bronze skin. Brittany's lips press to Santana's pulse point and she hums out a little allowing the vibrations to send even more shivers through Santana's body.
"Mmmhmm. And you know what the best thing about playing a harmonica is?" Brittany asks in a hush as she continues to kiss and nip and lick at Santana's neck. Santana shakes her head 'No' in indication that she doesn't know what the best thing about playing a harmonica is. At that point, Brittany pulls back and lifts Santana fully into her arms, allowing the Latina to wrap her legs around her waist as she carries her over to the garage entrance door.
When Brittany gets to the door she reaches out and locks it before she rests Santana's back against it and uses it as leverage to hold her up a little. Looking into her eyes, Brittany smiles.
"Playing a harmonica totally conditions my lips and tongue and lungs, so I can do wonderful things with them, for longer periods of time. Much longer." She breathes out lowly and Santana whimpers at the words, a dull throb making itself known between her legs.
Brittany's lips attack Santana's in a frenzy and the Latina moans into her girlfriend's mouth. Pale slender fingers skirt under the cotton hem of Santana's tank top and Brittany's thumbs brush circles against tan and prominent hipbones.
The kiss is slowed down a bit as Brittany nips at Santana's bottom lip and then soothes the burn with her tongue before dipping said tongue into Santana's mouth. Tan fingers slide into silky blonde locks and fingernails scratch at the base of Brittany's skull, drawing a moan from the blonde and causing her to delve her tongue deeper into Santana's mouth.
Their bodies push together, fitting breasts against breasts, hips against hips. Santana moans as one of Brittany's hands slips fully under her tank top and glides up the smooth warmed skin of her stomach and side until Brittany is cupping her breast and massaging it. Brittany's other hand quickly trails around to the back of Santana's thigh, her fingertips tickling the skin there before she moves it upwards and under the Latina's shorts cupping her firm ass in her hand.
Santana grunts as Brittany palms her ass with a little more oomph, the blonde's tongue stroking the roof of her mouth. Santana lets out a gasp, breaking their lips apart for some much needed air and Brittany takes the opportunity to attach her lips to the side of Santana's neck as her warm hand palms across one of Santana's nipples, hardening the bud upon contact.
Brittany growls into Santana's neck as she kisses to the collar of the tank top but is deterred from going further by the cotton material. She pulls her lips back and glancing down at Santana's face, her heart flipping at the look of pure pleasure etched across the Latina's features.
In one swift motion, Brittany's hands are pulled free of Santana's inviting skin, earning a groan of protest from the girl as her eyes snap open. Her disappointment fades an in instant as she watches Brittany slowly lower herself to kneel on her knees so that her face is lined up directly with Santana's stomach.
Santana swallows as Brittany shifts her tank top up just enough to expose her tan skin and then leans forward and presses her lips into the flesh. Her muscles twitch under the attention and she shudders involuntarily.
"Britt." Santana gasps as Brittany's left hand returns to the back of her thigh and pulls her body closer to Brittany's exploring lips. Brittany's other hand continues to push up the hem of Santana's tank, until she fully exposes the girl's firm and toned stomach and sucks on the defined curve of her abs.
Santana's hand falls to Brittany's face where she delicately brushes a few stray blonde locks that have fallen loose from her girlfriend's ponytail behind pink tinted ears. Blue eyes glance up at her and regard her with gratitude and Brittany smiles against Santana's stomach.
When the hair is brushed out of Brittany's face, Santana keeps her hand cupped at the ledge of the girl's jaw, admiring the way Brittany worships and appreciates her body with continued soft kisses and sultry licks.
Brittany's hand cups the curve of Santana's left breast and it causes a moan to tumble from the Latina's lips. She watches in fascination as Brittany props herself up further on her knees so her lips can trail along the same curve of the supple flesh that her hand just palmed. As her tongue pokes out and swipes across Santana's nipple, Brittany's right hand drops down to the waistband of the Latina's shorts where she begins to tug them down, panties and all.
Santana, who's head is thrown back in pleasure, whimpers as she feels Brittany's nimble fingertips ghost over the inside of her bare thigh, her kneecap and then her calf as the girl expertly slips the lower half of her clothes down and off her body. She assists Brittany in the removal by lifting her foot, one at a time and bracing her body weight with a hand to Brittany's shoulder, until she's standing against the garage door with nothing on but shoes and a tank top.
Her heart beats rapidly as Brittany continues to lavish her breasts with attention and the sticky hot feeling between Santana's legs begins to become unbearable. She needs Brittany to touch her, breath on her, do something to her or else she's going to spontaneously combust.
"Please…" Santana manages a strangled pleading gasp and watches as Brittany's eyes open and look up at her. Santana's eyes flutter as Brittany adjusts the path of her kisses back down her body until she is kissing at prominent hipbones, her hot, moist breath breezing over Santana's center every so often.
Brittany is panting, from nervousness or excitement Santana's not sure, but she runs her fingers through blonde hair reassuringly and strokes her thumb over Brittany's eyebrow. It seems to calm the blonde down, and also spur her on because she suddenly drops back so she's sitting on her calves and scoots closer to Santana, her face almost directly lined up with the girl's glistening sex.
One of Brittany's hands returns to Santana's backside, where she palms the flesh and encourages the girl to step closer. Santana does, not even a little embarrassed at how quickly she also widens her stance so that Brittany can have better access. Brittany chuckles slightly at Santana's eagerness and shifts her other hand to the backside of Santana's knee.
"Lift your leg up babe." Brittany requests softly and it takes Santana a moment to comprehend, but once she does, her heart starts ramming against her chest in even more rapid succession. She balances the rest of her body, using the door behind her as leverage, as she lifts her leg up and Brittany helps her adjust it over a strong shoulder, essentially putting Brittany's mouth that much closer to Santana.
Of course, Brittany's never been one to just get on with it. She presses her lips sensually into the inside of a tanned thigh, the one that Santana has draped over Brittany's shoulder, and slowly kisses inwards to the Latina's center. She makes it as far as the apex of the girl's thigh before she stops, Santana's arousal filling her nostrils with the most wonderful scent she could ever imagine.
Brittany moans into Santana's skin as her mouth waters at the thought of tasting the girl. She licks her lips and glances up one more time into trusting, but begging, brown eyes.
"You ready?" Brittany asks with a cheeky smile and a waggle of her eyebrows. Santana barely has the capacity to nod coherently.
"Yes Brittany…just…please, I ne-oh fuck!"
The words escape Santana in a desperate rush of air before she's quickly cut off by the sensation of Brittany's lips pressing into her wetness. Not long after, Brittany's tongue pokes out and slips through Santana's wet heat parting her folds and exposing her clit to the blonde's able lips.
Santana's body shakes and a moan falls from her lips as she throws her head back and squeezes her eyes shut when Brittany's lips wrap around her bundle of nerves and give an experimental suck. The blonde seems to notice the reaction she provokes and Santana swears she feels Brittany smirk against her before the girl is rolling the tip of her tongue over her swollen button.
Brittany has to use both of her hands to grip at Santana's backside when her mouth starts a relentless pace and Santana's hips start to buck and move erratically. Santana can feel her arousal coating Brittany's lips and mouth and chin and she subtly rolls her hips further into the girl's face all the while trying to find something to hold onto with her left hand and not turning her voice hoarse with her moans and whimpers of Brittany's name.
It's kind of a difficult task.
"Dios mios B-Britt…oh…OH!"
Santana feels all the tension in her lower abdomen coil tight as Brittany's tongue dips into her core. She shudders once and then her whole body tenses before the pressure releases and her orgasm tumbles through her in the form of a just under the surface of her skin blaze, white spots appearing behind her closed eyelids as her inner walls clench around Brittany's tongue and the blonde's name falls from Santana's lips in a broken moan.
There's a silence that follows Santana's release where the only thing that can be heard is the heavy panting that is coming from the Latina and surely the pounding of her heart against her ribcage. Another shudder rolls through Santana's body and her walls relax enough for Brittany to slip her tongue back out and gently stoke through the newly pooled wetness.
Santana whimpers slightly at the action, sensitive but still so turned on by what just happened. Her breathing is exceptionally erratic and she can't seem to find the strength to open her eyes despite wanting to desperately see where Brittany's face is right now.
Brittany is gentle and slow, bringing Santana back down from her high with easy lazy strokes, every once and a while sliding across the extra sensitive bundle of nerves. As Santana's breathing starts to calm back down and she feels like she has the power to open her eyes, Brittany's tongue suddenly becomes bolder and more firm as it slips through her wet heat and she jolts a little when the blonde's tongue circles her entrance again before slipping back up and flicking her clit.
Santana is suddenly all too aware of one of Brittany's hands snaking its way around to the front of her thigh and then traveling over her hipbone and stomach before twisting and angling back downwards. She sucks in a sharp breath as the sensations that Brittany's tongue is still working on her, and gasps when pink lips wrap around her clit again and suck and it doesn't take much before Santana is shaking again and already embarrassingly close to a second orgasm.
"Santana." Brittany murmurs from between tan thighs and Santana cannot help the way her eyes snap open and glance down at Brittany. Just when their eyes lock, Brittany slips two fingers into Santana's very ready center and her lips wrap around her swollen bundle of nerves. Santana's body jerks at the action, the hand placed on Brittany's shoulder for support tightening its grip as the leg draped over Brittany's other shoulder pulls the blonde's mouth closer.
Brittany's fingers pump in and out of Santana as her lips continue to suck at her clit and the Latina quickly begins to fall apart under her girlfriend's tender care. Her hips are rolling to match every thrust of Brittany's fingers as her legs tremble and shake with pleasure and exhaustion.
"B-Bri…fuck…ugh right there, I'm so…" Santana gasps out in a strangled moan and then Brittany's fingers curl inside of her to brush that spot just as her lips give a vigorous suck in her clit. Santana's orgasm hits her like a freight train and her walls clench around Brittany's fingers squeezing them further inside her and holding them there in a vice grip. Brittany moans against Santana's sex, and the vibrations cause another mini tremor to wrack through Santana's body.
"Uh-Britt-god," Santana gasps as her body shakes and her breath escapes her lungs in one quick gush of air. All the while, Brittany never ceases her actions. Her fingers continue to move inside of Santana despite the restraint and she gives a direct nip to the swollen bud she's been sucking on between her lips instantly throwing Santana into another release.
"Oh! I love you, I love you," Santana pants as her eyes squeeze shut before she can't hold anything back. "I…love…you…fuck Brittany!" She cries out as she feels her body convulse with another powerful orgasm and she comes hard around Brittany's fingers and mouth. The next second, Santana looses all the strength in her legs to hold her up and she slowly starts to slide down the wall.
Brittany catches Santana as she slumps to the ground, her body feeling like jelly and buzzing with such an intense afterglow she can barely comprehend anything that's happening.
She allows Santana to catch her breath, knowing the feeling of being rendered completely and utterly speechless and mush like, before she slowly slips her fingers from Santana's still pulsing and wet center. The Latina moans at the feeling of lose but she's too exhausted to really think about it. She slumps into Brittany's arms, panting heavily but never having felt better in her life.
After a few minutes of just lying there and trying to catch her breath, and her body recovering from the shakes that still hit her every few seconds, Santana blinks her eyes open she smiles lazily up at Brittany before reaching up and placing her palm against the blonde's cheek.
"That was…you're…hmmm." Is all she manages to mutter before her eyes close in a lazy blissfulness. Brittany chuckles slightly and helps Santana slip back into her shorts and panties before she maneuvers her body around to scoop the girl into her arms and carry her over to the fluffy dog bed pillows. She lays Santana down gently and slides into the spot next to her, wrapping one arm around her slim waist and using the other to prop her head up so she can stare down at the girl.
Santana's eyes remain closed but she manages to blindly reach out and cup Brittany's cheeks in her hands and draw her lips down to her own, humming against them, as she tastes a mixture of herself upon them. Brittany kisses Santana deeply, her own body humming with a certain pride and sense of accomplishment and an even deeper love for the girl who rests below her.
There's a sudden upbeat in the tempo of Santana's heart as she kisses the very best thing that has ever happened to her. She knows, she thinks she always did, but suddenly it feels so much more real now, that Brittany is her heart and soul. She's everything that Santana never knew she wanted, but always somewhere deep down knew she needed. She pulls back and blinks her eyes open, gazing into the haze of Brittany's adoring blues.
"I meant it Britt," Santana whispers and Brittany's eyebrow wrinkles as she attempts to understand what her girlfriend is talking about, all the while her hand resting softly on Santana's hipbone rubbing circles into the skin there.
"I love you, so so much."
Santana doesn't ever want Brittany thinking she's just with her because of the sex because while, yeah that's amazing, it's definitely not the only reason she's fallen completely and hopelessly in love with the girl.
Though the words escape Santana breathlessly, Brittany still hears them loud and clear. Her face softens and her eyes glint. She leans down to nuzzle her nose into Santana's cheek before she places a soft kiss there.
"I know." Brittany whispers back and Santana lets out a relieved gasp. It's silly to think that Brittany wouldn't still love her back, but Santana was still really worried about what her reply would be. She's more than thankful that Brittany, like usual, is making this simple and easy for her but still so thoughtful and special. She wraps her hands around Brittany's neck and draws their lips together.
They kiss tenderly and slowly for a few minutes until they break for air and Santana seems to snuggle down further into the pillow bed. Brittany chuckles and presses a kiss to the ledge of her jaw, shifting her wait off her elbow and settling down on top of Santana.
"Baby, we should probably move or at least get back to doing our tasks. If Shelby finds us like this she'll banish us for sure." Brittany proposes a few minutes' later; still pressing soft kisses to every area of Santana's face she can reach.
Santana lets out a hum that suggests Shelby finding them, at this point, doesn't really bother her.
"Don't care." She murmurs a few seconds later, feeling too good, too right, too completely loved and in love to actually let anything bother or concern her. Brittany laughs and snuggles into her girlfriend, tossing one leg over Santana's hip and pulling herself as closely into the Latina's body as possible before peppering her cheek with kisses until Santana is squealing in her embrace in delight.
"We can stay for a few minutes, but I don't want to see you lose all your hard volunteer work." Brittany utters softly into Santana's ear before she kisses her temple. Santana merely nods slowly in reply.
"M'kay…but for the record…totally worth it." She whispers back turning her face to meet Brittany's and giving her a sexy smirk. Brittany just smiles in return and leans down to kiss her girlfriend silly.
They manage to finish the laundry tasks and get the garage back into shape, but just as they are about to leave, Santana starts feeling a little frisky again and is this time the one to pin Brittany against the door. Sadly, she doesn't get as far as she had hoped she would because at that moment someone comes in through the other garage door, which makes both girl's eyes go wide as they realize they had completely neglected to lock that particular one before during their sexcapades.
The opening of the door jolts their lips apart, but Santana keeps Brittany firmly pressed into the door and they both stare expectantly at the person entering. Only when they recognize that it's Kurt do they breath a little easier.
Kurt makes his way almost completely into the laundry area before he even notices the two girls pressed up against the far garage door in an obvious embrace of passion. His eyes go wide for a second before he realizes that Brittany and Santana have stopped what they were doing because they must have spotted him as well.
"Oh thank God I didn't walk in on anything. That would have surely scarred me for life." He exasperates with his signature swipe of his brow. Santana is the first to roll her eyes, gently lowering Brittany's legs that were wrapped around her waist to the ground. She turns and places a peck on pink lips before she steps back and takes a hold of Brittany's hand, walking the both of them over to where the Fairy Emperor stands.
"Please, we're hot and you know it." Santana claims and Brittany giggles silently by her side.
Kurt rolls his own eyes in return.
"Gay so you don't do anything for me." He says pointedly.
"Bitch so: don't care." Santana is quick to snap back before a particular squeeze on her hand cools her down. She glances to Brittany who's wearing that 'Be nice' look on her face. With a huff, she turns back to Kurt and mumbles; literally it's barely above a whisper, a less than heartfelt apology.
Kurt's eyebrows shoot to his hairline. He underestimated the amount of whipped that Brittany has Santana in. He smirks a little, it's actually quite entertaining to witness, before he does a cursory glance around the garage area and then takes a closer look at the state of his friend Brittany and her newly minted, and still slightly scary, girlfriend Santana.
It doesn't take a genius to recognize the sex hair they both sport and the fact that both of their skins are flushed with a warmth that only appears after an intense round of passion. Kurt quirks his eyebrow at both girls again and gives a little strained laugh.
"Well I'll be damned, I did just miss something. Brittany, I never would have pegged you as someone to break the rules." He says with a steely glare at his blonde friend. The fact that her cheeks tint a deeper shade of pink and she suddenly can't look him in the eyes only further supports his suspicions.
"Oh step off, we can do whatever the hell we want so long as we aren't hurting anyone. And if Britt's wants to gets her lady lovin' on then who are you to tell her she can't, because I sure as hell ain't gonna do that." Santana defends almost instantaneously, not at all ashamed about anything. How could she be? It was incredible.
Before Kurt gets the chance to say anything the PA static comes over the speaker and Elaine? Joan? Mary? Santana can honestly not remember her name, drones through the garage.
"Brittany Pierce to reception. Brittany please come to reception."
Santana turns to Brittany whose face is thoughtful but confused, as if she knows of many reasons why she would be called to reception but she can't particularly pinpoint why she'd be called there now. Suddenly her face lights up with recognition.
"Oh! I just remembered there was a seriously serious task I have to do today. I'll be back, okay San?"
Santana smiles and leans up on her tiptoes to peck Brittany's lips.
"I'm not going anywhere until you come back baby."
Brittany smiles and gives a shy nod in return before she turns to walk away. She doesn't make a move until after she's patted Santana on the ass and thrown her a flirty wink. The Latina can't help the blush that spreads across her face, or the girly giggle that escapes her lips as she watches Brittany exit the garage. When she glances back at Kurt, who is wearing an amused look upon his face, her face immediately returns to her glare of pain.
Kurt swallows and raises his hands defensively, taking a step back.
"You two are adorable, really, I'm just saying to, you know, watch out for the haters. Especially at school. High school can be a real nightmare for anyone who's different." Kurt tries to explain himself and Santana is about to reply when it suddenly hits her that this boy is right. He would know what it's like to be different, after all, Kurt was one of the first openly gay people to come out and he gets constantly bullied and ridiculed for it.
Santana never wants that for Brittany, she never wants the blonde to get hurt by such nasty words and actions
"Who's different?"
Santana's eyes snap up to the calm blue of her beautiful girlfriend as Brittany makes her way back into the garage. She glances at Santana first and then Kurt and notices the awkward silence, and troubled look that covers both their faces. Kurt's the first to snap out of it, he himself not wanting to upset his sensitive blonde friend either.
It's not like Brittany couldn't take it. Girl's tough as nails sometimes. It's just he also knows how big of a heart Brittany has, and thus how hard of a time she has seeing the bad in people. She's a good person and he doesn't want to change that.
"Oh just the way that Tina's been acting lately. I really think she's got a thing for Santana's friend Mike." Kurt says with a glance towards Santana that suggests she should go along with him. Santana hates to lie to Brittany, but thinks that maybe for now it would be best to not talk about. Especially with everything that's happened, wonderfully, between them the past few days.
"Yeah, Kurt was telling me that and I was just informing him that Mike definitely has a thing for Tina. I think it'd be great if they got together. A little bit of Asian Persuasion." Santana says with a waggle of her eyebrows to which Brittany giggles as she steps up to the Latina's side and calmly takes her hand in her own and Kurt rolls his eyes but good naturedly smiles.
"Right. Well Satan, Brittany, I will bid you both good day and wish you well on your endeavors." Kurt says with a curt nod of his head before he turns and exits the garage, both girls watching him the whole way. When Brittany turns her face back to Santana's her nose is adorably scrunched up and it causes the other girl to laugh and cutely place a kiss to the tip of it.
"He's kind of a really special unicorn sometimes." Brittany says and Santana just giggles and nods pulling her girlfriend into her body and wrapping her arms around her.
"He is." Santana murmurs into Brittany's neck as she places a kiss there and shivers at the incredible feeling of Brittany wrapping her arms around her waist and splaying her hands across the small of her back. Santana places another lingering kiss to the skin of Brittany's neck before she leans back slightly to look up into the girl's eyes.
"Not that I'm upset, at all, at seeing you but I thought you had some 'seriously serious' task to take care of before Shelby found you." Santana inquires and Brittany smiles as she leans down to press her lips to her favorite plump pillowy ones. Both girls sigh at the kiss and Santana tries not to roll her eyes at the utter gooeyness of the situation. She's in love, so sue her.
"Yeah, I got about two fee out the door and realized that I had to come back and say that 'I love you' and give you another kiss, 'case I wasn't able to later." Brittany admits, a faint blush spreading across her freckled cheeks. Santana giggles and places a quick peck on one of the cheeks.
"I love you too baby. And we'll definitely see each other later." Santana says, her heart skipping a beat as the words leave her mouth again. She kind of wonders why she ever really had such a hard time saying them in the first place, but then again, she reasons, she's never really felt the need or desire to before. There's just something, everything, about Brittany that makes Santana want to do and say anything for the girl.
A beaming smile spreads across Brittany's face and she dips down to connect their lips in a firm but quick kiss. When she pulls back, the air is sucked from Santana's lungs at that look in Brittany's eyes. They rest their foreheads together.
"Okay I kind of lied. I also really wanted to hear you say those words again, just so I knew I wasn't dreaming." Brittany whispers in the quietest voice and it instantly melts Santana's heart. Yeah, she's definitely head over heels, goodbye sally in love with this girl. If the dopey, lovesick grin on her face wasn't any indication, the super cheese factory sigh that escapes her lips surely is.
"You're not dreaming baby. Trust me, this is far better than a dream."
Brittany smiles at Santana's reply and leans in to softly kiss her again before she reluctantly has to pull back and return to her 'duties'. With a pout and one more longing kiss, Santana watches Brittany walk back out the garage door.
She now knows more than ever that she's going to do everything in her power to make sure that Brittany is always her wonderful beautiful self. Santana will stop at nothing, and no one, to make sure Brittany stays that way, even if it means protecting Brittany from Santana's own selfish ways.
There it is! I hope that was alright and all that jazz.
Obviously 'Songbird' is not my own, I burrowed it from Fleetwood Mac. Hmmm, well I don't think there's much else to say. If this chapter was in anyway pleasant to read, I would be delighted to hear your opinions. If it sucked, you can tell me that too I guess.
On a totally random side note, I may have spent the time I was should have been writing this chapter reading Swinging Clouds 'No Solid Ground' and I just have to say...it's AMAZING. Seriously, even if you aren't an Animorphs fan (which Pssh, please) you should check it out cuz it's freaking good!
Okay, that's all I have to say. Thank you all again so much!
-A