I am so so sorry everyone! That took me forever to upload. I wrote this chapter a really long time ago and was just altogether unsatisfied with it. And then my laptop broke. And then I got busy with my personal life. And then I lost motivation. And now I wrote. But I'm going to be honest. I don't really like this chapter still. I know where I want this story to go, but I'm losing interest in these last few fluff scenes before the story gets where I want it to be. Therefore the next chapter is likely to be a bit of a time jump. I just feel the story will progress better at that point. Anyway, I hope you guys like this chapter since I was so against it. I apologize for the wait. Hopefully the next update will come much sooner. I promise to try really hard to do that for you all. Thank you for sticking with me if you have. It means a lot. Ok. Well I'll stop rambling now. Enjoy :)
Dozens of cars already lined Puck's street when Brittany turned onto it just after 9:30 on Saturday night. "So much for coming a little early," Santana remarked as her eyes darted back and forth in search of a parking spot. Much to her surprise Brittany pulled into her parents' driveway, put the car in park, jumped out, and ran over to the punch pad at the garage. After two tries the garage door lifted, revealing two empty spots. On the walls hung license plates from all over the nation giving the illusion that the garage was significantly smaller than it actually was.
"Won't your parents need their spot?" Santana asked as they pulled into the spot on the left.
"They're on their annual cross-country road trip. They won't be home for another week."
"Did your parents collect all of these?" Santana was eyeing the colorful Hawaii plate to her right.
"Yep. They find a new one every road trip and they've been going since they were sixteen."
Santana didn't even try to mask the incredulous tone in her voice. "Your parents have been together since they were sixteen?"
"They've been in love since they were five," Brittany deadpanned.
"Are you serious?"
Before answering, Brittany popped open the trunk and handed Santana the box of booze they had purchased earlier. "Yep. They met in kindergarten."
"Wow. I'm impressed."
"When you know, you know." Brittany led Santana through Puck's front yard. The house was lit up and the bass from a popular over-produced hip hop song could be heard faintly as far as across the street. "They got engaged at sixteen, married at eighteen, and had me three days before my mom's twentieth birthday." Santana hurried to catch up but Brittany moved with a determination she had not expected. "Hopefully Quinn isn't mad that we didn't show up early."
It took a second for Santana to catch up with Brittany's train of thought. "Oh yeah. Well you're the one who wanted to take a nap," she teased as she stepped through the door Brittany help open for her.
"Tonight's going to be a late night. I thought we could use the extra sleep. Let's put these in the kitchen."
As Santana headed toward the kitchen she glanced around the handful of people huddled in Puck's living room. A few others huddled around a bottle of Jack Daniel's in the kitchen. Some waved at Brittany; other's checked Santana out. Santana ignored the stares and set the box on the counter. As she turned around to ask Brittany where everyone else was loud cheers erupted from the open door leading into the basement.
Brittany pulled the case of Coors out from the box and set it in the fridge before handing Santana the bottle of Patron they had splurged on just for them. She then set the other cheaper bottles of liquor on the counter. When she was done she turned back to Santana. "Shots?"
"Sure." As Santana broke the seal and poured the clear liquid into the first two glasses she could find, Brittany busied herself chopping up the limes she had insisted on getting. When her girlfriend returned, Santana handed her the shot glass in her left hand without bothering to read it.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Brittany teased. Santana, having very little context clues to work with quirked an eyebrow. Brittany held the glass up in response. "I like to get drunk and hump things," Santana read aloud. "Ah hell yeah I'd like to know." Lifting her own Santana saw that it only had a marijuana leaf. "Mine's no fun."
Instead of answering Santana's pout, Brittany poured a line of salt along her wrist and slipped a piece of lime between her teeth. Without hesitating Santana licked the salt away, poured the liquor down her throat, and leaned in, brushing her lips against Brittany's as she bit into the lime. The juices combined with the salt, tequila, and Brittany's bubblegum lip gloss blended together into a warm cocktail in Santana's stomach.
"My turn," Brittany exclaimed. Pulling Santana's arm out, palm-up, Brittany poured a line of salt across the same spot Santana had just licked off of her. When she finished she found Santana already waiting with the lime between her plump lips. The site made Brittany lick her lips, longing to taste Santana there. An awkward, silent beat passed before Brittany took her shot.
"Ready to go find Quinn?" Santana asked as she hid the bottle of Patron under Puck's sink behind the few cleaning supplies he owned.
"One sec." Brittany quickly filled two red cups with a hefty amount of rum and very little Coke. With their drinks in hand the girls headed down the creaky stairs into the basement. The pounding of the bass shook the walls around them as the girls descended into the party room. It was infinitely hotter at the bottom of the stairs due to all the bodies pressed together in a relatively small space for that many people. Suddenly Santana understood why some people were hanging out upstairs. They were literally chilling up there. Scanning the room, Santana had to admit she was impressed though. Puck could throw a good party. A DJ booth was set up in the far corner where a lean Asian man controlled the music and danced playfully to his own beats. At the pool table were a few scantily clad girls with cues and a group of leering guys. Of to the right sat a circle of couches with a single table in the middle. The people that lounged on the couches were loading one basic pipe and a large bong that made Santana remember her college days. Finally Santana's eyes settled on the ping pong table where a game of beer pong was in full swing.
"Quinn's right there!" Santana shouted over the music, her hand on Brittany's elbow. Brittany followed her line of sight just in time to watch Quinn toss her ball into the offending team's second to last cup. The room once again erupted in cheers as all the bystanders celebrated the shot. Santana watched a triumphant smirk play at Quinn's lips. It had been far too long since she had seen that look. Puck snaked an arm around Quinn's waist and kissed her head. Santana watched him say something in her ear that made the smirk turn to a full smile. Suddenly Brittany strode into her line of sight. Santana hadn't even noticed her girlfriend left her side. With a laugh she made her way over too.
Puck straightened up when he saw Brittany approaching, but kept a steady hand on Quinn's lower back. "Wow, Britt. You made it. I thought for sure you wouldn't have left your bedroom for this."
"I said I'd come, so I came."
"Did you now?" Puck teased with a mischievous gleam in his light eyes. The smirk disappeared when both Brittany and Quinn smacked him on opposite arms. "Ow! What was that for?"
"For being an ass, I'm sure," Santana interjected as she slid up next to Brittany.
"Pretty much," Quinn added with a welcoming smile at her best friend. "So you must be Brittany," she said, extending her hand and the warm smile that had been directed to Santana only a second ago.
"Hello Quinn. Sorry our introduction yesterday was...uh..."
"Nonexistent. And don't worry about it." The girls shook once before letting their hands fall away. "You made a very memorable first impression."
"I hope that's a good thing."
It's a great thing," Santana encouraged, slipping her free hand into Brittany's and giving it a reassuring squeeze.
"So what do you say, San? You up for a celebrity shot?"
"Oh God no! I haven't played pong since college."
"Neither have I. It's like riding a bike though. Besides, you couldn't possibly be worse than Puck."
"Hey now! I've had more to drink than you tonight!"
"If that's your story, Puckerman. Give me the damn ball," Santana demanded throwing caution to the wind. What did she care if she was bad at beer pong? It's not like she needed to impress anyone. She already had the girl she wanted and that was all that really mattered anyway. Quinn tugged the ball out of Puck's fingers before giving it to Santana. Melodramatically Santana cracked her fingers and neck, sending a wink toward Brittany in the process. After another second of teasing, she focused in on her shot. There was only one cup left. She knew she could do it. Santana threw the ball with a nice high arch. When it hit the cup it spun twice around the rim before falling into the brown beer at the bottom. The room grew thunderous as the guys across the table started cursing and yelling at each other. "Drink up boys," Santana teased as she scooted the remaining four cups on Puck and Quinn's side toward the net.
"Nice shot, San!" Brittany squealed.
"Quinn and I used to be beer pong legends at UCLA. We were basically unbeatable."
"It's true," Quinn added as Puck looked at her with even more adoration in his eyes than ever before. "We took our game very seriously."
"So how about we play a battle of the couples game? Blondie and Bitch verses us?" Puck asked. Both Quinn and Santana glanced at each other and then shook their heads in a very firm shoot down of the idea.
"Last time Quinn and I played each other it resulted in a full-force brawl. We got thrown out of the party and didn't speak for a week."
"All the more reason for us to play," Puck encouraged.
"I'm gonna have to pass, Puck. Besides, I want to get to know your friends. Let's just quit now while we're ahead."
"Alright." Santana watched as Puck completely folded to Quinn's wishes. It made her briefly wonder if that was what it looked like to others when she was with Brittany. "Want me to make you a drink?" he asked after a pause.
"Sure."
"We brought a bottle of Malibu and some Sky Vodka," Brittany said, breaking her silence. "It's upstairs on the counter."
"Sweet. I'll be right back." With that Puck jogged away.
"So what are you guys drinking?" Quinn asked with a smile.
Santana glanced down at her cup, suddenly remembering its existence. As Brittany answered she pulled it to her lips. It was strong, like strong enough to get her thoroughly tipsy off just that one cup. Santana glanced to Brittany wondering if she purposefully made it strong so she could see Santana let loose. After a second of thought she realized she didn't care either way. She was going to let loose and have a good time because she hadn't in so very long.
"Well whatever Puck is making for me, I hope it's strong. I don't know about you guys, but I've had one helluva week and I just want to let go for the night."
"I'll drink to that," Puck responded, slipping back into the group. "Here's to getting fucked up." He lifted his glass and waited for the other three girls to do the same. When they had all clinked their glasses together they threw the red cups back knowing that collectively it was going to be quite the night.
An hour and a half later Santana stood in the middle of a bunch of swaying bodies. Her eyes closed, empty cup in hand, she danced with all her might to the music that seemed to be swimming through her veins. Her body moved without a care in the world until two cold hands slipped around her waist. Immediately, her eyes shot open as she whipped around to see who dare touch her. It was only Quinn with just as glossy eyes and unstable movements. "Puck won't dance with me!" she pouted.
Santana could have sworn she just saw them dancing a few minutes ago. Or was that hours? She didn't really know how long she had been on the dance floor. All she knew was that the music felt good. She felt good. Without another concern, she turned back around, grinding her backside fully against Quinn. The pair danced with wandering hands and loose movements that drew the attention from most of the guys at the party. Suddenly, not knowing how much time had passed, Brittany was standing with a sly grin next to Santana and Quinn. "I leave you alone for ten minutes and this is what you do," she shouted over the music.
"I just dancing," Santana answered without slowing her movements. When Brittany pouted like a child, Santana pulled away from Quinn. "I gots an idea. Don't move, B." Saddling up with her front pressed fully against the warm body of her girlfriend, Santana laced her arms around Brittany's neck. "You don't have to dance, but I will!" And just like that Santana began grinding her pelvis against Brittany's still frame. Brittany's eyes got bigger for a second, before she relaxed into the movements. Her hands eventually found a spot on Santana's hips to hold. As the dancing went on the dress on Santana's slim figured rode higher until finally, Brittany had to stop her girlfriend for modesty's sake.
"Let's go take another shot!" she exclaimed with an eager grin. Santana nodded with just as much enthusiasm before slipping her hand in Brittany's. The pair stumbled up the stairs and found their Patron where they had left it. Without speaking, Brittany peeled her shirt off, dropping it to the floor without a care in the world. Santana's mind took a second to catch up, but when it did a salacious smile coated her lips. Brittany hopped onto the counter and poured some salt on the line between her toned abs. As Santana leaned over the pale skin, Brittany slipped the lime in her mouth.
When Santana's tongue met with the warm skin the muscles underneath jumped a little at the contact sending a pool of warm heat into Santana's lower stomach. She took the shot quickly and pulled the lime out of Brittany's mouth. Tossing aside the peel, Santana leaned in, capturing her girlfriend's lips in hers. She could taste rum on Brittany's tongue as she sucked on it, longing to feel everything. Her hands wandered up Brittany's sides, pinching at the skin as they went. "Mmm," Brittany moaned into Santana's mouth as she pulled her closer. Suddenly the kiss was interrupted when a deep voice shouted, "That's so hot!" They broke apart with lopsided grins on their cheeks. "Do it again!" A guy with spiky black hair enthused.
"Show's over, perv. Get out," Santana answered, pouring Brittany a shot that the blonde threw back the minute she had sat up. When she hopped off the counter she stumbled briefly before Santana caught her. The girls each took another three shots before heading back into the basement.
"What do you want to do now?" Santana asked, her eyes raking over Brittany's bare stomach. For a brief second she wondered why she had allowed Brittany to leave her shirt upstairs, but the clouded thought floated away just as quickly as it came.
"You should come meet some of my other friends!"
"Ok" With that Brittany tugged Santana around to each group of people. Every introduction began with "this is my girlfriend." Something about the way Brittany said it caused knots to form inside Santana's stomach. The words were too good coming from such a perfect person. Santana remembered to thank her luck stars.
"I love you, Brit," she said suddenly, completely ignoring the boy currently telling Brittany about his current job situation.
"I love you too," Brittany promised with a smile. "Let's go take more body shots! I want to lick some salt off your tummy."
"We can't do that," Santana said, straightening up and drying the tears.
"How come?"
"I'm not wearing any underwear," Santana whispered into Brittany's ear. A half-smile pulled up the right side of Brittany's face as her eyes gleamed a darker shade of blue. Before Santana could process what was happening, Brittany was yanking her by her arm through the house. Brittany opened all the bedroom doors and closed them just as quickly. Finally she found an empty room.
Santana gasped when Brittany slammed her body up against the inside of the door to the laundry room. When two moist lips attached themselves to her neck, Santana's body lit on fire. All that desire from earlier flooded back in like a tidal wave. Brittany kissed, licked, and nibbled at Santana with a passion that made even the drunken haze of the night start to disappear. The feeling returned to Santana's lips when Brittany kissed them hard, sucking on them harder than she had ever before. When Brittany's fingers pulled the dress up around Santana's stomach, she spread her legs and moaning. Brittany slipped her knee into the space and began rocking against Santana.
"You look so hot tonight," she whispered in Santana's ear before biting down on the lobe. "I've wanted to do this all night."
Santana moaned and pulled Brittany closer. They kissed and rocked against each other until they were literally throbbing in anticipation. "Fuck me, Brittany. Please," Santana begged. Not needing to be asked again, the blonde lifted Santana up and walked her to the other end of the room. She set her gently on to washing machine before opening her legs. Santana only had a brief second to catch her breath before Brittany plunged in. Her hot tongue slipped up the folds on Santana's pulsing sex. She groaned, pulling Brittany in closer by the back of her head. As Brittany worked away at Santana the moans became louder until finally Santana let go. Arching into Brittany, she let out one last shaking gasp and dug her nails into the blonde's scalp. Brittany held onto Santana's hips as the orgasm forced her body into hysterics. And when it finally subsided, Brittany pulled up and kissed Santana on her lips lightly.
"Mmm, Brittany," Santana mumbled into the kiss. "That was incredible."
"Good."
"Give me a second and I can return the favor."
"Come on," Brittany replied, pulling Santana onto the ground. She tugged the dress back down over Santana's ass and then wrapped her pinky around Santana's. By that small contact alone, Brittany led Santana out of the house and into her parents' one next door. Santana didn't have much time to observe the home before they were in a nice, but very empty bedroom. "This used to be my room." Brittany was already tugging her shorts off.
"What about Kylie?"
"I doubt she's home."
"What if she is?"
"Her room is in the basement."
"So she won't hear?"
"No." That's all the answer Santana needed before she lunged, ravishing her girlfriend with just as much attention as she had received minutes before.
