"Rory!" Santana gasped, and suddenly, my hand was torn from under her shirt. My head fell to the crook of her neck, despite my attempts to stay upright, my whole body slumped into her. I was sure that with how tense she had gotten and how tightly she was gripping my arms that she was going to force me to stand up, but instead, she twisted to look down at me and let go of my arms long enough to wrap her hands around my waist.
"S-Santana," Rory stuttered. I barely heard him. I was so focused on trying not to make Santana look incriminating, but it was a little too late for that. I pushed my face against her shoulder, as if that would somehow help me stand up on my own. It didn't work. Instead, she held me tighter. A frustrated groan escaped my lips, but it came out muffled and quiet.
"Shit," Santana exhaled. I peered up at her and saw her brow furrow and she wasn't looking at me or Rory. She was staring down at the ground, biting her lower lip.
"Santana, this is really inappropriate," Rory said. I heard a shuffle, and I assumed he took a step towards us. Santana's hold on me got even tighter, and her heart was pounding rapidly. I tried again to stand up. If I could get up on my own, or not be pressed up against her, maybe she would be able to calm down. I ended up tilting too far to the side and stumbling.
"Fuck," I hissed, burying my face in her arms again when she pulled me up.
"This is... really... not a good ti-" Santana started and then I felt her shake her head. "I just... she's drunk, Rory, I-"
"I can see that," Rory sighed. He took another step towards us, and Santana's fingers dug into my sides. A second later, they loosened, and I was being picked up and out of her embrace.
"I don't... wanna," I murmured, but then Santana caught my hand and gave it a squeeze. Rory shifted me in his arms so that he could hold me properly, and I all but collapsed. It was such a relief not to have to try to stand upright.
In what felt like no time at all, Santana was opening the passenger door to her car. She took over helping me into the seat, lifting my legs up into the car and buckling me in. Her face was stern, but also looked sad. I caught her hand and held it tightly as I stared up at her. Her expression softened immediately and she gave me a weak smile.
"I'm sorry," I whispered. She shook her head and leaned forward, placing a small kiss on my cheek.
"It's okay, Britt," she said softly. "It's fine, just stay here."
"Where are you going?" I murmured. I didn't want her to leave. I was in her car, and she had to drive. Why was she leaving?
"I'll be right back, okay?" Santana said, gripping my hand a little tighter. "I promise, just please stay in your seat. And keep your clothes on. Can you do that for me?"
"Y-yeah," I nodded. "I'll be good."
"You always are," Santana said, letting out a small huff as her smile widened. She stood up and let go of my hand, and after a second, the door closed. I exhaled softly and leaned towards it, letting my head rest against the cold glass.
Santana let out a small sigh as her smile faded. Her eyes closed, and she held her hand against the passenger door for a moment as she attempted to compose herself.
"Was it inappropriate because we're both girls?" Santana asked quietly. She stared at her reflection in the window before lifting her head and pulling her hand away from the door. "Because I'm not... I'm not going to apologize for that."
Santana twisted around, letting her fingers drag against the side of her car as she took a step towards Rory and slowly looked up.
"Brittany is my girlfriend," Santana said as she shrugged and shook her head. "I'm not sorry for trying to console her when she's upset, and I don't want to work somewhere that can't accept that."
Rory crossed his arms over his chest and let out an audible breath of air before he tilted his head up to look at the sky. "It's not because you're both girls, Santana." He let out a small laugh and shook his head.
"It's just... wow." He dropped one of his hands and rubbed over his mouth and chin. "It's inappropriate 'cause it's the employee storage room, Santana. What you were doin' was inappropriate, guy or gal."
"Oh." Santana's cheeks flushed and she averted her gaze.
"I'm not stupid. I may be from another country, but it doesn't mean I can't see," Rory said, waving his hand lightly towards the car, where Brittany could be seen slumped against the glass of the window. "I hear the conversations you and Tina have. And I see the way you two look at each other. I don't like to assume, but it's also why I didn't ask Brittany for her number."
"You..." Santana tilted her head to the side and her brow furrowed. "What?"
"I mean, and then you had her behind the bar and-"
"No. Pause. Rewind. What?" Santana stepped forward and jabbed her finger at his chest as she glared up at him. "Ask for her number?"
"I didn't!" Rory said defensively. "I get it. I backed off. She's taken."
"Good boy," Santana growled, patting him rather hard at the same spot she had jabbed him. She twisted and leaned against her car, crossing her arms as Rory mimicked her. They stood in silence for a moment, and then Rory cleared his throat.
"She's a lucky gal," Rory said, nudging Santana lightly with his elbow. "You're quite the catch, y'know. Every night you're workin', we hafta fight guys back 'cause o' you."
Santana let out a huff through her nose as her lips spread into a grin. "They don't."
"Yeah, they do."
"Brittany isn't the lucky one," Santana shook her head. "I am."
"You're both fortunate, in my humble opinion," Rory said with a shrug.
Santana laughed and nodded. "Yeah, I guess we are." She looked back up at the sky and let out a soft sigh.
"So, does that mean I get to keep my job?"
"If you keep from snogging your girlfriend in the storage closet, yeah," Rory said, lifting his hand to ruffle her hair. She flicked her hand up at him, and he drew back. "Same rules apply to you and Brittany as they do to Tina and Mike, alright?"
"Yeah, yeah," Santana laughed. "Roger that, Captain." Santana brought her hand up to her forehead and gave him a small salute.
"Good, 'cause my dad'll kill me if he finds out employees were doin' that."
"Shit, your dad," Santana murmured as she dropped her hand. "Rory, your dad's not... I mean, isn't he like hella religious?"
"I dunno my dad's stance on gays, Santana," Rory shrugged as shifted his weight against her car. "But he likes Kurt enough. Even asked for advice on the set up of the bar, 'member?"
"Heh, yeah, I do," Santana laughed softly and nodded.
"In any event, what he doesn't know doesn't hurt 'im," Rory laughed. "Not saying you should hide it, but I don' see why you even need to tell 'im. He's hardly around when you work."
"That's true," she said quietly and nodded her head. "Still, I'm... I'm really sorry that you walked in on us like that. I really didn't intend for it to happen, and I know there's no excuse-"
"It's fine," he said and gave her a pat on the shoulder. "Just don't do it again."
"Oh." Santana pushed away from the car and looked up. "It is okay if I take her home, right? I don't want to call out again or anything-"
"I've been tryin' to get you to go home all night," Rory sighed. "Please do."
"Rory, you're amazing," Santana said and hopped up to give him a hug. He let out a small laugh and shook his head.
"Yeah, 'cept yer the one with a girlfriend," Rory sighed.
"You just gotta turn on that lucky charm, Flanagan," Santana laughed as she playfully punched his shoulder. She scampered around the car as he rubbed his arm.
"Aye, I'll need more than luck," he said. "Maybe some o' yours'll rub off?"
"Maybe." Santana winked and opened the door to her car.
"Hope you feel better." Rory waved lightly.
"Good luck with the rest of the night," Santana said and slipped into the car.
My eyes fluttered open and I peeled my face off of a cold, smooth surface. I let out a loud sniff, and then I felt something squeeze my hand tightly. Looking down, I saw Santana's hand over mine. She glanced at me and smiled before returning her gaze to the road.
"Hey," she said softly. I wriggled in my seat, shifting so that I could rest my head on her arm instead of the cold window.
"Hi," I mumbled.
"You alright?" Santana asked. When I didn't respond, I felt her squeeze my hand again. "Sweetie, are you feeling sick at all?"
"No," I murmured and buried my face against the soft skin of her arm. Her hand slipped out of mine and lifted to scratch gently at my neck.
"When did you eat last?"
"I dunno."
"Are you hungry?"
A small giggle bubbled in my throat and I nodded my face against her arm.
"What's funny?" Santana asked as I tried to nestle into her. I found her hand and clasped it tightly between both of mine.
"I'm definitely hungry," I whispered, lifting her hand to my lips and nibbling gently over her fingers. She let out a sharp squeal and slipped her hand out of mine to slap it gently.
"Britt!" she laughed. "Driving!"
"Sorry," I muttered and let my head rest against her shoulder again. She twisted her hand around and tangled her fingers in mine. When she squeezed my hand, I let out a soft, satisfied sigh.
"I am kinda hungry though," I said as innocently as I could.
"Heh," Santana huffed. I looked up at her and saw the smile on her face. "Okay. There's a McDonald's on this street. You want that?"
"Yes." I grinned and wiggled my face against her arm. "Can I get a happy meal?"
"You can get whatever you want," Santana said.
"I want a mighty kids meal," I murmured. "With a milkshake."
"For your fries?"
"Yes," I said with a nod.
Santana pulled the car into the drive-thru and proceeded to ask for my order. I sat up and insisted she get something for herself, so she ordered a different flavored milkshake. She drove forward and lifted her hand out the window to pay.
"Wait," I whispered, grabbing at her arm gently. "I want a boy's meal."
"Do you really care about the toy?" Santana frowned.
"Yes," I said. Santana stared at me, arching her brow, and I held my gaze at her seriously for a while.
"Can we get the boy's toy instead?" Santana said, breaking eye-contact with me to look at the teenage boy in the window.
Half a mighty kids meal and two empty milkshakes were left abandoned in the car as I peppered kisses along Santana's neck. She stumbled backwards out of the elevator, her hands gripping my waist as she laughed heartily.
"Britt, I know you're hungry, but I still have to get my keys," she giggled as I fell into her. I nipped at her playfully, and she continued to move down the hall, guiding me along as ungracefully as possible. She fumbled with her keys when I pressed her into the door, and I could only hear them jingling around as she tried to unlock the door with her back against it.
"Here," I murmured, slipping my hand from her back and firmly taking the keys away. I leaned into her, smirking lazily as I slipped the key into the lock and turning it. She stared down at me, her cheeks flushed as she took in and held a silent breath. I held there for a moment, exchanging her flustered gaze with an arch of my brow, until there was a tiny click from the door. The instant it swung open, I snatched her lips in mine and pushed her through the doorway.
We stumbled on the stairs, our legs tangling together as I tried to kiss and move her at the same time. She latched her arms around me and I did my best not to let us fall too hard onto the steps.
"Britt," Santana murmured softly. I pulled back from her lips and gazed down at her. She had a wide grin on her face that I could only assume matched the foolish one I was wearing.
"Hm?" I hummed softly, brushing my nose against hers.
"You okay?"
"I'm great," I giggled.
Santana smiled and squeezed her arms around me. I realized after a second that she was pulling herself up, and I scooted back. She took my hands and helped me up, stepping backwards cautiously as she led me up the stairs. I stumbled quickly after her and I was rewarded with a bubbly laugh.
"You're still drunk," Santana giggled as we got to the top of the stairs. "I really shouldn't have made you all those drinks."
"I's okay," I said, leaning into her. She looked up at me and I grinned. "Tipsy, at the most."
"Yeah?" Santana arched her brow at me. "Walk for me then."
"Can't I dance instead?" I purred, keeping my body pressed up against hers. I swayed my hips as I dropped our hands at our sides. She let me wiggle against her, laughing as quietly as she could.
"Okay, maybe I am," I giggled as my wiggle dance turned into a stumble. She spread our hands out in the air and pressed her forehead to mine, a wide grin on her face as she stared back at me. She let her fingers tangle with mine and then tugged me backwards into my bedroom.
"I don't think you're gonna make it to my room," she whispered softly.
"I like your room," I murmured. "It's better than my room."
"Is not." Santana's brow furrowed and she wrinkled her nose at me before bumping it against mine. "And I don't care who's room we're in, as long as you're in it."
"Ughh," I groaned, pulling back from her and tossing my head back. "This is why you're awesome, Santana."
"What?" She held my hands firmly until I slowly rolled my head back towards her to look up at her.
"'Cause you're just good at... this," I murmured, nodding at her. "You're so good at being my girlfriend, Santana."
"For liking your room?" Santana laughed.
"No, for just... you," I said, scrunching up my nose. She leaned forward and kissed it.
"Just you for me too," Santana said softly. A sigh escaped my lips and she guided me towards my bed. I felt her hands slip out of mine and fasten firmly to my hips as she pulled me into her. It took me a second to realize she did that because she was letting me nestle on top of her as she laid down on the bed.
"I like your room," Santana whispered, lifting her hand to brush through my hair. I tilted my head to the side, placing my ear to her chest as I listened to both the steady rhythm of her heartbeat and the quiet sound of her breathing.
"It makes me feel safe," Santana said, tracing the fingers of her other hand over my back in small circles. "I've missed it, actually. We keep staying in my room."
I peeled my face slowly off her chest and looked down at her. She gave me a small, but warm smile.
"I like yours, though," I said quietly. "It's bigger, and you have posters and pictures everywhere."
"Do you want me to help you put up posters?" Santana asked.
"No," I sighed, pressing my forehead to hers as I pouted my lower lip.
"Pictures, then?" Santana giggled, tilting her chin up to press a kiss to my lips.
"We hardly have any," I murmured against her lips.
"We'll make more," she said, squeezing me tightly with her hands around my waist. "And I have old pictures you can have, too."
"I'd like that." I nodded and pressed a soft kiss against her lips. "I'd really like that."
"Mm," Santana hummed as she smiled into another kiss. I parted my lips, letting my tongue run briefly over hers. She stretched forward to deepen it, and her fingers dug into my skin. I giggled against her mouth, delving my tongue lazily against hers. She tasted like her milkshake had, and even though she said you couldn't get drunk off of kissing, I was sure I would have gotten drunk off of her. I already was kinda drunk, but I still think it would have worked that way. If you could, yanno, get drunk from a milkshake.
Maybe that's why kissing her felt so woozy. She breathed in sharply as I moved to kiss down her jaw, licking and sucking at every delicious spot on her skin. Her hands slid down my back and cupped my butt, pulling me up a little as I nestled into my favorite spot on her neck, just above her collarbone. It made her moan softly, and she tickled her fingers back up to tug gently on my pants. I stopped kissing her for a moment to flick my hair back and then pull off my shirt as she unbuttoned my pants. She helped me wiggle out of them and I dipped back down to kiss her neck. There was a tiny flop as she tossed my clothes aside, and I giggled when I dragged my fingers to push her shirt up a bit up to expose her jeans.
"Britt," Santana murmured, again digging her fingers into the skin of my now-exposed back. I hummed my response as my own fingers found their way over the button of her pants. It took me a little longer to unlatch and unzip them, eliciting soft grunts and moans from Santana until we had her pants off too. I hummed lazily and kept focus on my kissing her neck.
"Britt?" Santana whispered softly. I nodded my head up a little, inhaling softly through my nose and continued to press my lips to her skin. Her clutch on my back loosened and she repeated my name quietly in my ear. My head felt too heavy to lift away from her.
"Are you falling asleep?" Santana asked. I tried to nod, or say something, but it felt so much better just to lay there with my eyes closed and my face cradled into the crook of her neck.
Santana had carefully wriggled out from beneath Brittany, successfully scampered down the hall and returned with one purple, fluffy unicorn pillow without waking her. She was just placing the plush pet between Brittany's arms when a hand fastened around her fingers.
"Shit," Santana mumbled, a small grin spreading over her face as she shifted on the mattress, staring down at the lithe form beside her. She watched as Brittany inched closer to her, as if drawn instinctively by body heat. A sigh escaped Brittany's lips, and she buried her face in waves of purple fluff.
"You are so going to feel miserable when you wake up," Santana whispered, leaning forward and pressing a delicate kiss to Brittany's temple, lingering for a second to breathe her in. She slipped her hand out of Brittany's grasp and sat up, brushing the same hand up through golden locks. She silently prayed that Brittany would out-sleep her hangover before sliding her legs off the side of the bed.
A wide smile spread over Santana's lips as she pulled a rather large hoodie from the back of Brittany's desk chair, shuffling her feet into fuzzy, brown slippers that looked like bear paws as she pulled the hooded Juilliard sweatshirt over her head. Once she made sure the length of Brittany's hoodie was long enough that it didn't require her to seek out more coverage, she tiptoed out of the room, down the stairs, and into the kitchen.
The claws of the bear paws on her feet clicked against the tile of the kitchen floor, forcing Santana to pause at the refrigerator to wiggle her toes. A series of clacks forced her to let out a small laugh as she rest her head against the door. She reached forward to grab the container of eggs from its shelf and the carton of milk before kicking the door closed with a clawed paw foot, only to reel back in surprise by the sudden appearance of one Rachel Berry.
"Jesus fuckingChrist," Santana exclaimed, stumbling backwards. Rachel quickly grabbed the eggs and milk as Santana stumbled into the kitchen island.
"Sorry, sorry," Rachel squeaked, shrinking back and wincing as she awaited the inevitable onslaught of curse words that Santana was bound to expel. Instead, Santana swiveled around to retrieve a frying pan from inside of the island.
"Thanks," Santana said softly, placing the pan on the stove and taking the eggs from Rachel's hands.
"Yeah..." Rachel nodded slowly, her brow furrowing as her head tilted to the side. Santana didn't appear to notice her reaction, and a small smile crept over her lips. She crossed her arms and leaned back on the counter as Santana bustled around the kitchen, pulling more pans and bowls out, along with pancake mix and even a package of sausages from the freezer.
"What are you doing?" Rachel asked, letting out a breathy laugh.
"Making breakfast. What does it look like I'm doing?" Santana replied, not bothering to look up from the bowl of pancake mix she was stirring.
"It looks like a feast," Rachel said, observing how hardly any counter space was left in the kitchen.
"Brittany hasn't had a lot to eat the past two days." Santana shrugged her shoulders. "And she's probably going to feel like crap. Best cure for a hangover is pancakes."
"Who said that?" Rachel laughed.
"Brittany," Santana said softly, a small smile spreading over her lips. She paused in front of the refrigerator, standing with the door open before glancing back at Rachel. "Do you mind if I use some of your blueberries?"
"You're asking permission?" Rachel arched her brow. Santana stared meekly back at her, and Rachel let out a small laugh as she nodded her head. "Yes, you can."
"I won't use all of them," Santana promised. Once she grabbed the blueberries from the fridge and set them on the counter, she turned to the frying pan and started to ladle out the pancake mix. Rachel continued to watch quietly, observing Santana humming to herself as she poked blueberries into the exposed side of the pancake.
"I like the jammies," Rachel said, kicking her foot towards Santana and brushing her pink slipper against the giant bear paw slipper Santana was wearing. "If it wasn't for the dark hair, I would have thought you were Brittany."
"I..." Santana straightened up a little and tugged at the side of Brittany's Juilliard hoodie, ensuring her pantless butt wasn't exposed. "Well..."
"It's cute," Rachel mused.
"Yeah?" Santana looked over her shoulder at Rachel, and a small frown formed on her lips as her brow furrowed. She turned her attention back to the pancakes and shook her head. "I guess."
"It's just sweet. That you share clothes and stuff. You really care about her, don't you?"
"She is my girlfriend, after all," Santana said, gently nudging the pancake in the pan with her spatula to flip it. "Even if she wasn't my girlfriend, I'd still-" Santana started, but paused when she twisted to look at Rachel.
"What's with that face?"
"What face?" Rachel smiled.
"Your face," Santana said, smacking her spatula lightly against the stove top. "You're making that goofy face you get when you want to hug someone."
"Oh, nothing. I'm just thinking," Rachel said coyly.
"About what...?" Santana asked cautiously. "Okay, hold up. You're not harboring secret, same sex feelings for me, are you? Because I honestly cannot deal with everyone being gay and me not knowing." Santana held out her spatula threateningly as she twisted to fully face Rachel.
"What?" Rachel laughed. "No, of course not."
"Thank god," Santana groaned and rolled her eyes.
"I'm just really glad you are being open about how you feel about her," Rachel said, pushing off the counter and grabbing a blueberry. "She needed that. So much."
Santana stared quietly at Rachel for a moment, her brow crinkling slightly before she looked to the ground.
"How would you know?" Santana said quietly. "Like, no offense."
"No, I know." Rachel nodded. "Your pancake is gonna burn."
"Shit," Santana spat as she twisted to scoop the pancake off the pan. "Thanks. But seriously... what are you talking about?"
"I talked to her yesterday," Rachel said. "While you were asleep."
"About?"
"She's scared," Rachel shrugged. "About the two of you."
"Still?" Santana straightened. "But we talked... She's..."
"I don't exactly know why. It's like she doesn't think she's good enough for you," Rachel murmured.
Santana opened her mouth to speak, but instead let out a long sigh. She leaned back and shook her head as she closed her eyes.
"I don't... I don't know what to do," Santana admitted quietly. "I thought we were okay."
"You're not doing anything wrong," Rachel said reassuringly. "Brittany thinks you're amazing."
"I haven't done anything special," Santana said, furrowing her brow.
"You don't think so?" Rachel said, scooping some pancake mix in the ladle and pouring it on the empty pan in front of Santana. "Don't you think it's a little amazing?"
"Huh?"
"That this girl stumbles into your life, and suddenly your whole world is flipped upside down?" Rachel arched her brow.
"That makes her amazing, not me," Santana shook her head. "She's wonderful. I wish she would just see that."
"Says the girl that got into a fight for her," Rachel laughed. "I mean, three to one? I'm still impressed."
"She was so upset about that," Santana sighed.
"You two are ridiculously enamored by one another," Rachel frowned. "Is it really so hard to see that you both deserve each other?"
Santana looked up from the pan after poking more blueberries into the new pancake. "Like you even noticed until Brittany told you."
"I just wanted to make sure you knew what she told me," Rachel said.
"I appreciate that," Santana replied quietly as her head bobbed up and down. "I'm glad that Brittany seems to trust you, too. More than anything, Brittany needs to know that she can trust and rely on us. All of us."
Rachel pursed her lips and turned away from Santana as she looked at the ground.
"What?" Santana glanced up at Rachel after she flipped the pancake over.
"It's nothing."
"Tell me, Rachel," Santana said sternly. "Or I swear to god, I'll shove this non-vegan pancake down your throat."
Rachel stared timidly at her for a moment, assessing whether or not Santana was serious or not. She let out a small sigh and nodded. "I'm worried about Brittany and Quinn."
"Yeah," Santana nodded. "I am a little, too."
"So you know about what Quinn said to Brittany?" Rachel asked.
"I know that Brittany was yelling at Quinn..." Santana's brow furrowed again and she looked harshly at Rachel. "What did Quinn say?"
"N-nothing," Rachel said meekly. "It's not a big deal-"
"-It's a big deal if it made Brittany that upset," Santana said, stepping aggressively towards Rachel. "What did she say?"
"Come on, Santana," Rachel groaned softly. "Please, don't get mad."
"Tell me, damn it," Santana growled.
"Quinn said..." Rachel averted her gaze. "She said that Brittany didn't love you as much as you love her."
Rachel expected Santana to explode with rage. She anticipated that Santana would storm off towards the stairwell and raise hell with Quinn, right there and then. She was surprised when Santana closed her eyes and leaned back on her back foot, shaking her head weakly from side to side as she returned her attention to the frying pan in front of her.
"Fuck," Santana murmured quietly. "Fucking Quinn."
"I don't think she meant anything by it, but-"
"No, don't," Santana said, firm but quiet. "You don't have to justify Quinn's actions, okay? That's not your job."
"I know, Santana," Rachel said. "I just wanted to help-"
"You are helping," Santana agreed. "But I just need everyone to leave Britt alone. She's had a really bad weekend. I want to fix this. I'm going to fix this."
"If you need anything," Rachel offered, extending her hand to give Santana's shoulder a light squeeze. Santana lifted her hand and patted Rachel's hand once before swiping it away.
"Just... get Quinn out of my way for a while, okay?" Santana sighed. "If I see her right now, I'll probably punch her."
"We have dance class today," Rachel said. "I assume you're not going to join us?"
"No," Santana shook her head. "Britt and I need an us day."
"That's cute," Rachel smiled weakly. "I think that's a great idea."
Santana glanced at Rachel and frowned.
"You're doing it again," Santana muttered. "Stop looking at me like that."
"It's just adorable when you two make plans to spend time with each other," Rachel laughed. "I'm sorry, I can't help it."
"Well, start helping it," Santana snapped.
"Oh, come on, Santana," Rachel pouted. "Can't I just give you a hug? Please?"
Santana tried to protest, but Rachel endured being smacked several times with the spatula to give her a bone-crushing bear hug.
"Fuck, get off!"
My footsteps echoed against the floorboards of the darkened stage. I looked around, nervously. I took a step forward, tiptoeing around to look down at my shadow. It was small and almost formless. It didn't look threatening at all.
Taking several steps backwards, I looked around the rest of the empty stage. Nothing. No one was there and I didn't hear a single sound outside of the small clacks of my footsteps. It made the hairs on the back of my neck stick up in anxious trepidation.
Why wasn't anything happening? Was this real? It couldn't be. If so, then why wasn't the dancer coming out to the stage? I stared blankly out at the empty seats. A small creaking noise made my ears prick up and I quickly started scanning around me to find the source. After I spun around a few times, I realized the sound was coming from above me.
The bird cage hung over me, and I gapped up at it. I stepped back to get a better view of the cage's contents, and saw Santana. She was moving around slowly, and it took me a second to realize that the small steps she made were in a steady rhythm. It was a dance. I strained to see and took another step backwards. A tall form stood close to her, arms wrapped around her in a tight embrace. My mouth gapped open, and I stumbled backwards. I realized a second too late that stepped off the side of the stage, and felt myself plunge backwards.
But it wasn't backwards. My body fell forward in a weightless swooping motion, and suddenly, I was staring down at Santana, pinning her firmly against the cage. She looked petrified. I felt my mouth spread into a grin on its own, and it made my stomach feel like it fell through the floor.
My eyes shot open, and instantly I felt like I was blinded. I clenched them closed tightly and let out a loud groan. I rolled onto my back, but the shift in my position made my stomach feel like somehow gravity had reversed on my insides. I quickly rolled back over, burying my face in the closest thing to me. As soft, fluffy fuzz brushed against my face, and I realized the thing I was hugging so tightly in my arms wasn't Santana, but Jeremy. I let out another defeated sound, when suddenly there was a gently squeeze to my shoulder.
"Britt," Santana whispered in my ear softly. I almost bolted up to drape my arms around her neck and pull her into a tight embrace, but my stomach wretched painfully before I could fully lift myself from the mattress, let alone twist around. I was so thankful when Santana's hand moved from my shoulder down to my waist, and she snuggled down into me.
"San...tana..." I murmured weakly. I could barely open my eyes, because it hurt to look out at the room, even if I knew the shades of my room were pulled down and it wasn't that bright. Santana's room had heavier shades and heavy curtains that were really good for making her room dark when she wanted it to be. I didn't have curtains.
"Hey," she cooed, brushing her lips against my ear. All the pain I was feeling disappeared briefly as that small bit of contact made it feel like a wave rippling over my body. I exhaled a shuddered breath and slapped my hand around to grab for hers, tugging it tighter around me.
"How are you feeling?" Her voice was so soft and quiet, but it was like velvet. It was so soothing. I wanted her to keep talking just so that her voice could wash over me and push away how terrible I was feeling.
"Ungh," I groaned. "God... I..." I bent my head forward, and I could feel myself shaking slightly in her arms. She tightened her hold around me and kissed my cheek.
"You're hungover," Santana clarified for me. I didn't really remember drinking that much, but I believed her when she said that. It explained the headache and the gurgled feeling in my stomach. It didn't really explain why I was shaking in her arms, or why I felt so prickly all over. Santana snuggled closer to me, pulling her arm away quickly to grab the blanket and pull it over us. The sudden warmth that enveloped me caused me to sigh, and I realized I wasn't shaking; I'd been shivering because I was cold.
"Santana, why are we in my room?" I croaked. Her bed had a fluffier blanket, and even if our mattresses were virtually the same, the absence of her at my side when I first woke up made me all sorts of flustered and confused.
"It was really hard to get you anywhere last night," Santana replied quietly. She dipped forward and kissed my cheek again. "It was easier."
"I don't... I don't remember that," I murmured. I wanted so badly to twist around in her arms, but my stomach was dictating whether or not I could move, and it wanted me to stay put right now.
"What's the last thing you remember, sweetie?" Santana nuzzled me with her nose and I felt soft wafts of her breath against my skin. Slowly, but surely, her company was making me feel a little better. I wasn't so cold anymore.
"I..." I closed my eyes and strained to remember. We'd gone to the bar. I was supposed to yell at Santana for working, but she ended up convincing me without really trying that it was okay. Quinn and Tina and Rachel were sitting with me. I remembered Santana being super cute and giving me a really yummy tasting drink, and then...
I leaned back into Santana as I recalled being accused of being drunk. There was something else. I remembered the wide-eyed expressions from Tina and Quinn, and even Santana. I remembered kissing Santana. My cheeks flushed, because I remembered kissing her feverishly. Pressing her up against a wall. Her head smacking against it as I let my hands squeeze and dig into her skin. A shudder ran up my spine as the vision in my head suddenly switched from my making out with her in a small, cramped room to the dark, scary birdcage.
"Britt?" Santana breathed softly in my ear. "What's the last thing-"
"I'm s-sorry," I whimpered. "I didn't... I shouldn't have-"
"Sorry about what?" Santana peeled away from me and sat up. I felt miserable that she wasn't so close to me, but I deserved it.
"Y-you didn't want to," I stammered and shook my head. "I tried to force you to-"
"Britt, baby," Santana cooed, lifting her leg up over me and swooping around to my front. Her hand cupped my cheek and she leaned forward to press her lips to mine. "You didn't do anything wrong."
"But-"
"It's fine," Santana breathed. "I know. It's okay."
"I don't even... I don't remember what happened," I muttered.
"What happened was I gave you one too many drinks, and you just wanted to show how much you care about me," Santana whispered, pecking her lips against mine. "There's not a damn thing wrong with that."
"I feel miserable."
"I know," Santana said. She let her hand drag down over my neck and down over my heart. "You didn't drink enough water or have enough to eat. Are you okay?"
"Why am I not wearing clothes?" The warmth of her palm on my skin made me realize that the rest of my body wrapped in her blankets was mostly bare.
"You know us," Santana giggled. "Can't keep our hands off each other."
"Did we...?"
"No," Santana exhaled softly. "No, you fell asleep."
"God," I groaned.
"What?" Santana laughed. "Would you rather have had me had sex with you and not remembered it?"
"No, it's just... that must have been really frustrating." I looked sheepishly down, and she let her fingers run smoothly up over my collar bone.
"I'm fine," Santana shrugged. "One night without sex isn't going to kill me."
"Yeah?" I breathed softly.
"I told you before," she whispered. "It's you I care about, not the sex."
"I know." I barely nodded.
"Not that the sex isn't great," Santana giggled. I let out a small laugh, and she wiggled her nose against mine. "It's mind-blowing, amazing sex. You know why?"
"W-why?" I said through a bubble of laughter that escaped my throat.
"'Cause I... love... you," she sang softly. I could see how she much she was holding back a laugh as she gazed at me. "Please say you love... me... too...
"These three words, they could change our lives forever," she continued, rolling her eyes up to the ceiling quickly and back to me as she grinned goofily. "And I promise you that we will always be together... Till... the... end of time."
"Do do do... do," I sang back softly, wrinkling my nose at her. She finally let out a laugh that caused her nose to scrunch up. I inched forward and caught her lips in mine, eliciting a soft hum from her.
"You're such a dork," I whispered.
"You still love me, though, right?" Santana muttered against my lips.
"Always," I sighed. "For as long as you'll have me."
"Then there's nothing to worry about," she smiled and brushed her hand back up through my hair. She pressed her lips to my forehead and then scooted back. I almost protested, but she wriggled out from beneath the covers before I could. "I made you breakfast."
"You did?" I sat up a little, cautious to do so slowly so that I wouldn't upset my stomach too much. I think that Santana snuggling with me helped, because it wasn't so sensitive to my movements anymore.
Santana lifted up a tray with a plate full of food and then some.
"That's not breakfast, that's a mountain," I exclaimed.
"Then you won't mind sharing, right?" Santana said, shuffling back towards me and laying the tray in my lap. I smiled weakly and gave her a tiny nod.
Snuggling and kissing Santana in bed all day after eating all the yummy food she made turned out to be the perfect remedy for my hangover. Even she was feeling a lot better and not sick anymore. Eventually, she nudged me to get out of bed. I moped and groaned, begging for her to just let me sleep away the day with her, but she seemed unusually persistent to get out of bed. She convinced me by suggesting we take a shower, but even then, she was strictly business about it. She wouldn't let my hands wander too far down her body, and she would twist away when I tried to kiss her. Well, maybe she did cave a few times, but I noticed she kept her hands on mine to ensure that our kissing didn't go too much further.
"Where are we going?" I asked, sitting up a little in the passenger seat of her car. I'd found the plastic hot wheels car from my mighty kids meal the night before and was rolling it over the side of her leg as she drove.
"You'll see," she said, glancing down at the clock on her stereo system before looking back at the road.
"Are we in a hurry to get somewhere?"
"Sort of," Santana nodded, lifting her hand one hand off the steering wheel to grasp my hand in hers. I giggled, because I'd been inching the toy car over towards the inside of her leg, and she wriggled her hand in mine until I dropped it.
"Why?" I grinned. I liked surprises, and I liked even more that Santana was trying to surprise me with something, but I still kinda just wanted to kiss her all day and forego anything else.
"Because it's Sunday, and everything closes early," she said, glancing at me quickly. "Stop asking questions."
"Yes, ma'am." I smiled and tugged her hand up to my lips, peppering soft kisses over her knuckles.
"Ma'am?" Santana wrinkled her nose.
"Honey? Sweetheart?" I cooed, leaning towards her and scrunching my nose up.
"Ugh, stop," Santana laughed.
"You don't like pet names?" I asked, resting my chin on her shoulder as I held myself up on the center console.
"No, I love that you want to call me those things," Santana said. "Except ma'am, please don't."
"Then why should I stop, babe?" I said in a low whisper and grinned toothily until she shrank back to pull away.
"Stop it, I'm driving," Santana hissed. "I swear to god, if you keep it up, I'm going to have to pull over and kiss the hell out of you."
"And that's a bad thing, because...?"
"The mall is going to close," Santana whined. She looked frustrated and extremely cute as she pouted her lower lip and glared harshly at the road. I nodded and sat back in my seat, squeezing her hand gently until her scowl faded.
"So, we're going to the mall," I said cheerfully. Santana let out a soft sigh and shook her head.
When we got to the shopping center and Santana parked, I stepped out of her car and swayed from side to side cautiously. I looked at her from over the hood of the car and watched as she rummaged through her purse.
"What?" Santana said as she looked up at me. I smiled weakly and leaned against her car, setting my chin on my hands as I rested them on top of it.
"Nothing," I muttered shyly and shook my head. A few strands of hair whipped into my face, and I stared down at the dark material beneath my palms. I guessed that the roof of her car was some kind of leather or fabric or something, since it was a convertible.
"What's up, Britt?"
I looked up and saw Santana was mirroring me on the other side of her car, except she had a soft smile on her face.
"How... how open are we being?" I asked cautiously. "About us?"
"I wish you'd asked me that before you kissed me in front of Rory," Santana murmured.
"What?" I snapped my head back as I lifted it off my hands. I didn't remember doing tha- No. I definitely did that. A soft 'oh' escaped my lips and I hung my head, pressing my forehead to the car. The force of Santana's door closing jostled the whole car, and a few clicks of her heels later, she wrapped her arms around me from behind and pried me off the car.
"If you'd asked me, I would have told you before that I'm comfortable with whatever you want to do," Santana said softly in my ear. "If you don't think we're ready for it, we can keep the PDA to a minimum. Sneaking around all the time was kind of a turn on, don't you think?"
The way she spoke in a low, raspy voice made my breath catch in my throat. It didn't help that her lips brushed against my earlobe. I gulped and nodded my head slowly. I barely managed to whisper, "It was."
"But if you get the urge to hold my hand," Santana said, tangling her fingers in mine. She pressed a soft kiss to my cheek. "Or kiss me. Or pin me up against a wall and suck on my neck-"
"Santana," I giggled when she lowered and playfully nibbled at my neck. It was more ticklish than sexy, because she definitely wasn't trying to kiss me like that. She stopped and nuzzled her nose to my cheek, wrapping her arms around me tighter as her hands slipped out of mine.
"I want to be open," Santana sighed. "You're my girlfriend, and I don't want to hide if you don't want that."
"But what about..." I paused, staring down at my reflection in the window. Santana was looking at it too. "What about people like Avery? The mean people... that aren't okay with girls dating...?" My voice was small. I felt like it was going to crack any second.
"I'll handle them," Santana said, giving me another squeeze. "You don't have to worry about anything but you and me. You want to kiss me, you do it. Don't ever be sorry or scared to do that."
Santana held me firmly in her arms for a while, and I could feel her heart thumping against my back. It should have been weird for her to be hugging me like that in the middle of the parking garage, but it was soothing and calm. She made me feel safe.
"It's up to you, Britt," she murmured.
"I want to kiss you. To hold hands whenever I want..." I said as a small smile spread across my lips. I gripped her wrists tightly and then leaned forward. "To give my girlfriend spontaneous piggy back rides!"
She let out a small gasp, and I laughed as her fingers dug into my sides. I let go of her hands quickly to grab her legs and pull her up onto my back as I stumbled from between cars, twirling in a few circles.
"Brittany!" Santana shrieked before laughing loudly. My grin spread from ear to ear and I carried her towards the elevators. She let one hand drop from around me to press the button for the floor we needed, and I wiggled to the back of the elevator with her on my back.
"Are you really going to carry me?" she asked, pressing her cheek to the side of my head.
"Yes," I said adamantly.
"The whole way?"
"Yes."
"You don't know where we are going," Santana giggled.
"Point me in the right direction, then," I said.
"Alright." Santana kissed my cheek.
"You can do that, too." I tilted my head up to look at her and smiled. "Whenever you want, you can kiss me, too."
"Focus, Britt," Santana laughed. "We have a store to get to."
"Which way?" I asked as the elevator doors opened. She pointed forward and then let out another shriek as I tried to run forward.
"Santana, no..." I murmured, letting my arms drop a little to let her down from my back. She giggled and scrambled to her feet, quickly grasping my hand in hers and tugging me forward. I resisted, digging my heels as hard as I could into the ground, but she managed to drag me towards the AT&T wireless store.
"I don't have any money for a new phone, Santana," I protested, staring at the ground in embarrassment. I didn't have enough savings yet. I had hardly recovered from moving, and any extra money I could afford to blow, I'd used on our trip to Myrtle Beach. In fact, aside from rent and bills, the last thing I remembered letting myself splurge on was paying for dinner at Breadstix.
"I'm buying you a new phone, Britt," Santana said, grabbing my other hand and pulling me into her. I looked shyly up at her for a moment and then looked back to the ground.
"You don't have to do that," I said quietly.
"I want to," Santana said. "Why do you think I wanted to go to work so badly yesterday?"
"You need to save your money, Santana." I shook my head. What about her grandmother? Wasn't she supposed to visit this summer?
"Look, I can hardly stand spending half a day without you," Santana said as a wide grin formed on her lips. "You think I'm going to be okay if I can't text you?"
"But Santana, they don't even sell flip phones anymore-"
"It's fine," Santana laughed. "We'll get you a smartphone if we have to."
"I can't afford a data plan-"
"Britt," Santana stepped forward and gazed up at me. "Let me do this for you."
I hushed instantly. It was in part because of the way she was looking at me and how intimately close we were, despite people bustling past us to go in and out of shops. I hardly noticed them. It was also because no one had ever said that to me before. Santana was the only person who had ever gone so far out of her way to do nice things for me.
"Okay," I whispered. She brightened and pecked my lips quickly, spinning around and pulling me into the store. I laughed at how excited she was to buy me a new cell phone.
Once inside, we were almost immediately approached by a salesman. Santana assured me she would handle the logistics of getting me the phone and instructed me to look over the phones while she worked everything out with the salesperson. I paused when I overheard her asking about merging phone plans, but then she whisked her hand at my face and pointed at the phones on display.
"Okay, okay," I murmured, wrinkling my nose and taking long, slow steps towards a few of the phones. Most of them were smart phones, squarish with their fancy touch screens. I picked up a sleek looking Android phone and nearly dropped it trying to figure out where the power button was. Luckily, they were all attached to wires, but I felt a little foolish from the clatter it made.
Picking out phones on my own reminded me of when Santana managed to get me a new mattress at Mattress Land. It was strange to think that here I was, a month and a half later, in such a similar position from where it started. Only instead of that nervous, fluttering feeling of uncertainty and pinky links, I had this warm, almost scary feeling of love and the most wonderful girlfriend in the world.
I made my way from phone to phone, but most of them were complicated and confusing. The ones that weren't smartphones were blocky and old looking, like no one had designed new ones since 2007. I picked up a black, brick of a phone and cringed. My old phone might not have been fancy or had more than a T9 keyboard, but it had been cute and even pink at one point. I felt a little lost amongst all the technology. I still hadn't figured out how to upload my photos from my digital camera to my computer. How was I supposed to figure out phones that I couldn't even find the power button for?
"This one looks hella scary," Santana said quietly from behind me. I almost jumped, but her hand placed gently on my shoulder as she nestled her chin on the other side. She reached for the black phone I had just set down and rotated it in her hand.
"It's like a Nokia on steroids," she giggled.
"What's the plan about the phone?" I asked, twisting my head a little so that I could look at her.
"I'm adding you to my phone plan," Santana said, kissing my nose. "It's great, 'cause we share minutes, but the only person I'd ever call is you anyway."
"Santana..."
"Whatever, don't even start," she laughed. "It's fine. You just buy lunch on Fridays from now on."
"That doesn't make up for the cost of a phone plan, Santana."
"I don't care," Santana shrugged. "Stop complaining about it. You get to keep your old number and everything. I gave the guy, Brian? Ryan? Whatever. I gave him your old phone and he managed to salvage the sim card."
"Okay," I murmured. I wrinkled my nose at the black phone in Santana's hand. It was the ugliest phone I'd ever seen, but it was one of the least expensive ones and the sign said it was waterproof. It looked like you could shoot it and it would live to tell the tale. After what happened to my last phone, it really seemed like the best choice for someone like me.
"I'll just get that one then."
"Ew, Britt, for real?" Santana said, side-stepping and putting the phone back on the display. "No, come on, I got hella tips last night. We're getting you a good phone."
"But I'll just break it."
"I'll buy you a case."
"But what if I drop it in the bathtub?"
"You take baths with me, so why would you need your phone?"
She turned to stare at me seriously, but I couldn't help but grin. Ryan, or Brian, or whoever he was had stopped abruptly behind her. He glanced at Santana, arched his brow and then caught my gaze. He smiled warmly at me and shook his head as he walked back to the desk.
"You're right," I sighed softly and Santana beamed. She pulled me back towards the expensive looking Androids and started tapping on screens and playing with them. I leaned into her, mostly watching unless she made me try something she figured out.
"I just don't understand it," I sighed, placing the phone she had handed me down and pouting. "Smartphones are complicated. I just want a regular phone. I don't know how to use these."
"It just takes time to get used to, Britt," Santana said calmly. She looked down at the phone in her hands and then set it down to hand me a new one. "Come on, try this one."
"That's your phone," I said, staring down at the phone in her hand.
"You like my phone," Santana said with a smile.
"You can't buy me an iPhone, Santana."
"Stop thinking about the cost, okay? They're the same price as the last phone I handed you. Do you like the phone?"
"I do, but that's just because you've let me play with yours-"
"Do you want me to get you an iPhone, Britt?" Santana eyed me for a moment until I smiled weakly and nodded.
"Good," Santana leaned forward and pecked her lips to my nose. "'Cause I was planning on that from the start."
Santana's phone buzzed in her lap, and she let out a soft sigh. She glanced to the side at me and quickly back to the windshield.
"You're not going to answer that?" I asked, as a small smile spread over my lips.
"I'm driving," Santana said quietly.
"What if it's important?"
"It's a text message. It can wait," Santana laughed.
"Can't you just check to see who it's from?"
"I know who it's from," Santana said, giving me a quick, warm smile. She lifted her hand from the steering wheel and grabbed mine, holding it firmly as I dropped my new phone in my lap. "And they can wait five minutes until we are home to send me a million text messages."
"What if it's a sext message?" I grinned.
Santana pursed her lips and stared out at the road. I saw her eyebrow twitch.
"I'm kidding," I leaned over and kissed her cheek. "I'll be good."
I wasn't. I sent Santana three more text messages while she was driving, giggling at the fact that her phone was between her legs. Her face screwed up into a frustrated scowl. When she finally pulled into her parking space, she swiftly shifted the gear to park and flicked her thumb across her phone screen to unlock it.
"'Hi'," Santana read out loud. "'x-o-x-o,' really?"
Santana arched her brow at me while still staring down at her phone.
"'Ha-ha.'" She continued, reading along flatly. "'I just gave you kisses-'" Santana stopped and pursed her lips.
"Go on," I grinned.
"'-between your legs.'" Santana frowned. She dropped her phone, and at first I thought she was going to playfully smack me for such a crude text. Instead, quickly unbuckled her seatbelt and practically lunged at me.
"Sa-" was all that I managed to say before her lips crashed against mine. I was shoved harshly back against the window, but I smiled against her kiss. My hands dragged down her sides as she deepened the kiss, one hand still holding my new cotton candy-blue encased iPhone, before she drew back an inch.
"Get out of the car," she husked. I smiled and licked my lips, leaning forward to snatch hers in mine, but then her hand shifted to unbuckle me. She drew away from my lips and extended her hand to open the door.
"Out," she growled.
I nodded obediently and slinked back before scrambling out the door. She met me half way around the car, scooping me into her arms and kissing me hard on the lips as she spun me around. A laugh bubbled its way to the surface from both of us as we realized we were practically dancing in the street, trying to kiss each other. I tore away to twirl her around and then swung my hand in hers as we walked down the sidewalk to our apartment building.
She pulled me to a stop at the door to kiss me. She did it again when we were waiting for the elevator, pushing me inside. She was just starting to kiss feverishly down my neck and press me up against the corner when my phone clattered out of my hand to the floor. She slipped her tongue back into her mouth as we both stared quietly at it.
"Thank god we bought you the case, huh?" Santana giggled as she bent down to scoop it up and selecting the button for our floor. "It's fine."
"They should label it 'Santana proof'," I said, taking the phone from her and pocketing it. She nudged me with her elbow and wrinkled her nose. I enveloped her in a huge side hug, prodding my nose against her cheek before I smacked my lips against it.
"We should probably stop making out in the elevator anyway," Santana muttered.
"I like making out with you," I mumbled. "It's like, my third favorite activity."
"Third?" Santana raised a brow at me.
"I like doing other stuff with you too," I wrinkled my nose.
"What comes before making out? Sex?" Santana frowned.
"Sex is fourth," I murmured shyly. "I like just laying with you more."
"More than kissing?"
"Maybe they flip-flop," I shrugged.
"What's number one?" Santana giggled as she nudged me to move out of the elevator. I pulled away from her to grasp her hands and tugged her forward.
"Dancing," I said with a grin. Santana's smile faltered for a second as she let me lead her down the hallway.
"Dancing wins over cuddling and kissing?"
"With you? Of course," I said, placing a soft kiss on her forehead as she leaned into me. She sighed contentedly.
"We missed dance today," Santana murmured.
"You never like going unless I go anyway," I replied.
"Maybe taking the dance class was silly," Santana shrugged. "It's not helping me with my project."
I paused, resting my chin on the top of her head as she snuggled into me. I had forgotten, among all the crazy other things that had been happening, that Santana needed to take the dance classes for her independent study.
"Stop going to Mike's dance class," I said softly. "You're not getting the individual attention you need for your class."
"And what, you're going to give it to me?"
"Obviously," I said, squeezing my arms firmly around her back. "You don't need to be learning choreographed dances to songs you're not going to sing. I'll help you figure out choreography that's at a level you can work with to the right music."
"You're amazing, Britt," Santana sighed. I let her rest against me for a while. There wasn't any urgency to get inside the apartment. I liked that one minute we were kissing almost ferociously like we couldn't get enough of each other, and the next we could be snuggling as calm as kittens. There was a small ding and the elevator down the hall opened up again.
"-And then I told Kurt that movie nights are not exclusive to Tina, and he and Mercedes are more than welcome to come over tomorrow too," Rachel said in that animated tone she always seemed to speak in as she stepped out of the elevator. I looked up and saw Quinn appear a second later, looking tired and annoyed. I couldn't help that that made me smile a little.
"I just don't think it's necessary to always have movie nights at our apartment," Quinn sighed. "We end up always having to pay for snacks and drinks and no one else ever even brings the god damn movi- Oh, look at you two."
Santana peeled her face from my neck, staying comfortably in my arms as she frowned at Quinn.
"We're not doing anything, shut up," Santana muttered.
"Yes, you are, you're blocking the door," Rachel giggled. Santana shuffled a bit to let Rachel squeeze passed us.
"Anyway," Quinn rolled her eyes at all three of us. "Can you two please tell Rachel we need to rotate whose place we have movie nights at?"
"I'm not siding with you," Santana said, snuggling further into me. "Kurt's apartment is tiny, and Mercedes doesn't let anyone eat or put their feet up on her couch. Bitch has a bomb apartment, too. You should see the size of her TV."
"Really?" I asked, straining to look down at her.
"I forgot you haven't been to any of their apartments," Rachel said as she pushed the door open and held it for us. I waddled forward with Santana in my arms.
"So then let's have movie night at Mercedes' apartment," Quinn groaned. "Come on, Britt, if we vote two to two, we can get Tina to tie-break."
"No," I said firmly. Both Quinn and Santana seemed to tense as they looked at me strangely. I let out a soft sigh and shook my head. "I have plans tomorrow night."
"Excuse me? With who?" Santana frowned.
"You," I said, wrinkling my nose as I smiled broadly. Santana's face lit up, and she shuffled back into my arms.
"Change of plans, I don't give a fuck what you guys do," Santana said cheerfully, and Quinn rolled her eyes.
"Can you two be disgustingly cute somewhere else?" Quinn brushed past us.
"Can you be disgustingly rude somewhere else?" Santana called back. I snickered and Santana grinned as Quinn stopped abruptly.
"Ladies, please, let's stop the bickering," Rachel pleaded, pushing her palm flatly against Quinn's back to force her into the kitchen.
"It's not my fault she needs to get laid," Santana snapped.
"Why do you always have to bring that up, Santana?" Quinn growled. I knew that Santana liked to tease Quinn, but I wasn't sure if Quinn's reaction was playful or serious.
"I don't need a man in my life just to be happy," Quinn said, twisting around and smacking her own palm against her chest.
"Neither do we," I smirked. Santana laughed, squeezing me tightly as Quinn let out a small, disgruntled cry of frustration and stormed into the kitchen.
"Whatever," Santana said, rolling her eyes. "She's being dull. Come on, Britt, let's go upstairs."
"You spent all day together," Quinn called from the kitchen.
"And I'm going to spend all night with her too," Santana said, sticking out her tongue as she took a step up the stairwell. Quinn let out a loud sigh.
"Come here, you," Santana laughed, tickling her fingers into my sides. I stumbled against the wall and nearly fell up the stairs. I didn't think that was possible, but I almost did it. She grabbed both my hands and pulled me up. I hugged her around the waist as we scrambled to the top of the stairs.
"Your room or mine?"
"Yours," I mumbled into her jacket. She wiggled her butt to get me to let go.
"Want a piggy back ride?" She crouched and let me hop onto her back. It was exceptionally difficult for her to make it down the hall, because we were both bubbling with laughter. She bumped into the walls multiple times and I squealed at every moment she might drop me.
"Sorry, you're heavy!"
"I'm not!" I cried, loosening one of my hands from around her to smack her shoulder gently.
"Not like that!" Santana laughed. "I'm just not as strong as you are."
"So now I'm manly," I giggled. Her face got super red, and she looked like she was at a loss for words.
"I didn't say... Britt, come on, you know I won't drop you," Santana muttered. I hugged her with both arms again and kissed her cheek.
"I know," I said softly, nuzzling my nose to her cheek. "And you're stronger than you think."
"Thanks, Britt," Santana laughed. I nudged her ear with my nose again as she attempted to open the door to her room.
"Hey," I said softly.
"Yeah?" Santana glanced up at me. I stretched forward and opened the door for her.
"So, I like how you're in between my legs now," I whispered as I drew my hand back. She let out a sharp gasp and then she actually did drop me, but I landed okay and started to laugh.
"You think that's funny?" Santana snapped, twisting around and gripping my shoulders.
"I think it's hilarious," I grinned, cocking my eyebrow up at her and tilting my head to the side.
"Alright, let's see if you laugh at this!" She dropped her hands to my waist and pulled me into her. I let out a small laugh just before she crashed her lips against mine. I hummed happily, wrapping my arms around her neck, but then she deepened the kiss.
She forced me to stumble backwards into her room as she moved to kiss at my neck, her hands riffling up beneath my jacket. I made a sound of protest that mixed with a gasp, because as much as I wanted all of our clothes gone, my new phone was in the pocket of said jacket. I don't think she intended to ignore my objection so much as she hadn't really heard it. A second later, she was tearing it off my shoulders and dragging it down my arms. She kicked the door closed behind her and pushed me backwards onto the bed.
"God, Santana," I huffed while she unzipped her own jacket and tossed it aside. She stared at me a moment as I sat up. My chest heaved up and down from the kissing alone, but god, she looked sexy. I barely had time to catch my breath when she quickly scrambled over to me and pulled me up to reconnected our lips. Her dark hair fell over us as she straddled my hips, and I made a rather loud and surprised moan into her mouth.
She started raking her fingers up along my sides, slipping them beneath my shirt and then digging in when she found my breasts. I tilted my head up and to the side to gasp, and her lips found their way back down my neck instead. It was so hard to focus on anything but the pleasure of her touch.
"Shit," I hissed when sank her teeth into my skin. She unclenched her jaw and licked the spot before kissing it sweetly and sitting up a little, slipping her hands back from beneath my shirt.
"Did I bite too hard?" Santana whispered. She let her fingers drag gently over my neck and I shook my head.
"Just surprised me," I said softly, leaning forward to kiss her. I wrapped my hands around her butt to pull her as close as I could. She let out small gasp as I tried to roll her over and deepen the kiss, but then the gasp turned into a small cry when her hand stretched out to grab at the mattress and it wasn't there. We tumbled to the floor, tangling in the comforter as it dragged beneath us. When I regained some sense of direction, I found myself laying on top of her and smiled.
"Britt," Santana whined, trying to roll out from underneath me, but I laid into her and started to kiss her neck. Her whine turned into a soft moan, and I smirked at how easy it was to get her to be so compliant.
"Are you really that excited, Santana?" I whispered with a small chuckle, nibbling at her earlobe after I spoke. Her fingers dug into my back and she tilted her head to expose more of her neck for me.
"God, stop making fun of me," Santana hissed. "Yes, okay?"
"I'm not trying to," I smiled. "It's my fault, huh?"
"All your fucking fault," Santana giggled. "You have been teasing me all day. All night, even."
"I'm sorry," I said softly. My brow creased. I felt really bad that I'd done that to her, again.
"Just shut up and kiss me, Britt," Santana pleaded. I smiled and complied with her request. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I was happy that she didn't try to take over. She barely made any attempt to guide me, letting my hands roam freely down to unzip her jeans. I picked her up a little to pull them off, and then broke from kissing her to look down at her for a second. Her chest was heaving up and down, and she was clinging so tightly to me. Her gaze was so warm and loving, despite how eager she was for me to touch her, that I couldn't help but feel guilty. I'd been so forceful with her the night before. I didn't want to do it like this, with me pinning her down.
"Sit up," I said softly. Her brow wrinkled for a split second, but she let me pick her up off the ground. I kissed softly at her neck as I cupped her butt in my hands, scooting around to set her gently on the nearest surface that I thought was her bed, until she let out a tiny 'oof!' I pulled back and saw her fall into her circle chair. A small grin found its way to my lips as I let my hands drag from her butt back around to her underwear.
"Britt," Santana breathed quietly. I was still kneeling on the ground, so I scooted closer to nestle between her legs. I hadn't tried anything like this since we got interrupted the last time at Myrtle Beach, with exception to her going down on me that one time, so I sought out her eyes for permission to do so. She smiled weakly and lifted her hand to cup my cheek, pulling me up to her face so she could kiss me.
"Is it okay?" I asked softly.
"Definitely," she whispered back. I kept kissing her while I pulled her underwear off, and then slipped my hands to her thighs and applied pressure to spread them apart. She moaned softly as I kissed down her neck and then lowered to suck and kiss up her legs.
"Please, Britt," Santana whined. I inhaled softly before inching closer and pressing my lips over her exposed folds. She whimpered and scooted forward a bit to the edge of her chair. Her hands tangled through my hair, and I exhaled softly through my nose before letting my tongue run flatly over her. Her fingers dug into my scalp, causing me to giggle a bit.
"Oh, god, don't laugh," Santana pleaded. I nodded and kept my focus on the task at hand. I inched forward a bit more, enveloping her folds with my lips and sucking gently over them. Her hips lifted up a bit as a soft gasp escaped her throat. I let my tongue explore between her folds, slipping over her slowly until she squirmed a bit beneath me.
"Britt, stop teasing," Santana groaned. I gripped her legs tightly to stop her from squirming and let my tongue delve deeper. She let out a moan that wasn't quiet at all. I paused, wondering if that had been because of me or not, but then her hands tightened in my hair.
"F-fuck, Brittany," Santana hissed. I grinned a little bit and continued to work my tongue in and out. Her gasps got louder and quicker, especially when I moved up to suck on her clit. I hummed softly, eliciting a breathy moan from her throat.
I sucked and licked and kissed, staring up at her until she threw her head back and practically yelled my name. I felt her body tense and she shuddered as she came. I lapped my tongue between her legs and then wiggled up when she loosened her hold on the back of my head.
I snuggled into her. She was warm and a little damp from beads of sweat that had formed on her skin. I loved so much that I could just breathe her in and cuddle. She let her hands slide over my back and pulled me close before kissing me. Our lips parted and met several times before she let out a long, soft sigh.
"Do you think they heard you?" I giggled. It might have been bad, considering our newly created roommate agreement, but I didn't think Quinn and Rachel were in their rooms. They were probably still downstairs.
"Who fucking cares," Santana murmured, twisting to the side to give me more room to snuggle. She leaned forward and gave me a soft, lazy, appreciative kiss.
A/N: So this is me being a combination of lazy and tired, but I have to get up early tomorrow morning for work, so I'm going to just roll with it.
I didn't have my beta go over the last half of this chapter, because she's also tired from work and I was still writing when that happened. So, my apologies that it isn't double checked over and everything. I'll totally own up to any errors that are in it, but overall, I feel like it's an okay one in light of how out of the loop with writing I've been. I'll definitely update it with the revised version when Wonderland has the time to go back over it... but plot-wise, I'm pretty sure the content is all the same. I totally hate doing that, but even more, I hate how I keep promising to update on tumblr and I don't follow through because I keep passing out and sleeping instead of writing. :(
There's a line some ways up that Santana sings to Brittany from a Celine Dion song, but it's not really a song for the chapter, and I forgot what it was. :S My bad.
I also realized that this story is set in 2015 (which makes me kinda happy, because I just watched Back to the Future, and I for serious want those Pepsi cans to be real), so any and all cell phones probably don't look a thing like they do now in 2012. Whatever. I'm sure there will be an iPhone 8 or something in 2015.