A/N: I wanted to get this update out much sooner but my work schedule became so hectic! Good news is I have the next chapter written because it was originally part of this one before I split them up. Hope you all enjoy! Please review, I love to hear your feedback.
December 31
The day Brittany has been patiently waiting for has finally come: New Year's Eve with Santana. She was especially excited to see the girl since she hasn't seen much of her over the past few days, the last time being when Santana visited her at work. At first she was worried she scared her off after drunk dialing her that same night, however the next morning Santana texted her good morning and they've been texting nonstop since.
They even spent last night on the phone together till Brittany fell asleep. She figured Santana was lonely after Sam left for New Jersey yesterday, but either way she was just happy to hear the girls voice. The two have really grown closer over the past week and Brittany can confidently say she's become one of her best friends she's made in the city so far in such a short amount of time.
Which is why she promised herself to be on her best behavior tonight, knowing that she couldn't ruin the closest thing she's had to a best friend since moving here. Of course her feelings towards Santana have only grown stronger as they get closer, but she reminds herself at least ten times a day that she is taken. The last thing she wanted to be was a home-wrecker and lose Santana as a friend.
Sure, it would be hard. They were going to be drinking tonight, alone, counting down to the new year. Kurt has already warned Brittany several times today not to do anything she would regret in the morning. She was pretty confident in herself until Santana sent her a text around three, just a couple hours before she would be at Brittany's.
Santana: "don't kill me, but I picked up a bottle of casamigos:)"
Brittany shakes her head as she reads the text. The two of them just discussed last night how tequila typically turns Brittany into a stripper - so it makes her wonder if Santana is making things more difficult on purpose now.
Brittany is already familiar with Santana's flirty ways. There's been a few times where she swore the girl was hitting on her, on top of the two close calls they had around Christmas time, which makes things that much more difficult.
Brittany: "fine but I warned u last night. im not responsible for tequila brittany!"
Santana: i think i can handle her;)
There it was again. Brittany groans as she sets her phone down on the table, wondering how on earth she was going to get through this night.
/
Brittany gets back to her apartment around eight, giving her about a half hour before Santana arrives. She picked up all the goods: sushi for dinner, a bottle of champagne so they can toast at midnight, as well as the typical New Year's Eve party favors consisting of party hats, glasses in the shape of the new year, and noise makers. Sure it was only the two of them, but Brittany didn't mess around.
When she hears a knock on the door, she looks at the time and sees it's only 8:15. Santana didn't mention she'd be early, so Brittany looks into the peephole on her door and is surprised and even more confused to see Mike standing on the other side.
He's been over her apartment a few times, more recently the other night when they shared a bottle of wine and caught up after not seeing each other for a week. Mike has always been extremely nice to Brittany, and she knows it's mostly because he's interested in her. The two had shared a kiss when they first met, but Brittany shut it down quickly letting him know she wanted to focus on work and dance. Still, Mike confessed his feelings and expressed to her that he doesn't mind waiting. Brittany debates on opening the door and attempting to hide, but decides last minute to be nice and just open it.
"Hi Mike! What a nice surprise." She half meant it, but for some reason knowing Santana would be here soon she didn't want her to see Mike over.
"Hey Brittany." Mike has his hands behind his back before pulling out a bouquet of flowers consisting of yellow, orange and red tulips with a shy smile on his face.
"Oh, wow." Brittany's not quite sure what to say - was this something people did on New Year's Eve?
"Happy New Year's Eve." Mike hands over the bouquet of flowers to Brittany and she quickly accepts them, wanting this moment to end as soon as possible.
"Thanks Mike. This was very sweet of you."
"My friends party is a block away from here so I figured I'd stop by quick." Mike says sweetly. "Are you sure you don't want to come? There's going to be free food, and dancing!"
Brittany giggles at Mike's attempt to get her to go out. "I'm good. Santana should be here any second."
"She could come too!"
Just before Brittany can answer she hears a familiar voice behind Mike.
"Keep it moving, Chang."
Mike rolls his eyes as he steps to the side so Santana can enter Brittany's apartment. Brittany just shakes her head at the girls forwardness and gives Mike an apologetic look.
"Thanks for the flowers, Mike. Have a good time at your party!" She smiles and waves before shutting the door as Mike walks away.
When she turns around she already knows the look Santana is giving her as she stands there with her eyebrow quirked.
"Are you sure you two aren't dating?" Santana folds her arms across her chest.
"We're not, but who cares if we were?" Brittany is genuinely curious to what Santana will say as she takes out a vase from under the sink and fills it with water to place the flowers in.
Santana doesn't respond, instead she puts a shopping bag on the counter and takes out the infamous casamigos along with a white box tied neatly with string.
The box catches Brittany's attention as she walks over to where Santana is standing. "Ooh, what's that?!"
"I stopped at Magnolia Bakery. I know you said you always wanted to try their cupcakes so I picked up six."
Brittany doesn't draw attention on the fact that it's an extremely sweet gesture. Instead she just gives the girl an appreciative smile and changes the subject.
"What's in that bag?" Brittany points to a small black duffel bag on the ground next to Santana.
"I brought my pajamas. There's no way I'm staying in these jeans all night."
Brittany just nods in agreement, nonchalantly admiring the way the jeans hug Santana's body in all the right places. It was a shame she was trying to get rid of them.
/
After stuffing their faces, Santana and Brittany sat at the kitchen table for a couple of hours, falling into conversation with such ease. Santana talks about how much she is dreading the dinner with Sam and their parents tomorrow and Brittany offers to go to the restaurant and pull the fire alarm to make it end sooner. They also talk about how busy they will be once the holidays are over, having to return to their normal day-to-day schedule.
The two girls make their way over to the couch so they can watch Dick Clark's New Year's Rockin' Eve and get comfortable for the rest of the night. They surprisingly have only had one drink so far, so neither girl drunk just yet but Brittany knew that was going to be changing very soon.
"I'm going to go get dressed" Before heading to the couch, Santana takes her bag into the bathroom to get dressed to her pajamas.
When she returns Brittany swallows hard as she sees what the girl is wearing. She's in black and white plaid boxer shorts, similar to the ones she saw her in that first night, as well as a plain black t-shirt clearly with no bra. Brittany doesn't realize how long she's staring until Santana puts on a New York Yankees sweatshirt that's most likely Sam's seeing how big it is on the girl.
"Aren't your legs cold?" Brittany asks, trying to divert the attention away from the fact that she's been staring at her legs for way too long and the blush that's now on her cheeks.
"Nope." Santana grins as she takes a seat right next to Brittany on the couch. "You gonna change too?"
"Yeah, that's a good idea. I'll be right back." Brittany answers almost immediately, relieved to have an excuse to step away for a moment and collect herself so she doesn't come off as some obsessive creep.
Brittany opts to wear her favorite pajama pants - covered in cat heads. She puts on a long sleeve thermal shirt and decides to keep her bra on - for now at least. Not that she was planning on removing it, but again she couldn't promise anything after she starts drinking tequila.
When she comes back out from her bedroom and into the living room, Santana just smiles looking down at her pants. "Nice pants."
"Thanks! They remind me of my cat Lord Tubbington back home."
"Lord - huh?" Santana has a confused look on her face that Brittany just ignores as she heads to the kitchen and takes out the bottle of Casamigos from the freezer.
"Is it time to start drinking?" Brittany asks from the kitchen as she pulls out two shot glasses already knowing Santana's answer.
"Fuck yes!" Right at the end of her sentence Santana's phone starts ringing. Brittany can guess who it is by the groan the girl lets out. She walks over and places the bottle along with two shot glasses and two cans of sprite if needed to chase down the liquor.
"What is it, Sam?" Santana doesn't try to hide her annoyance with her boyfriend as she answers the phone.
"We just got done eating dinner."
"What? I told you, it's just me and Brittany. What's your problem?"
Brittany can hear the growing frustration and takes it upon herself to pour two shots.
"Seriously Sam? You're drunk, in Atlantic City. I can barely even hear you."
"A strip club? Oh, nice. And you're calling because you don't trust me? That's hilarious." Santana actually lets out a laugh in disbelief as she shakes her head.
"Do whatever you want. I don't care." Brittany can hear the boy talking on the other line as Santana ends the call.
"Que te jodan," Santana mumbles to herself. "Tonto del culo."
Brittany tries her best to ignore the feeling in her pants after hearing Santana speak Spanish and watches as she puts her phone on do not disturb before placing it face down on the floor.
"Sam's at a strip club?" Brittany asks as she places a shot of tequila in front of the brunette.
"Yup." Santana picks up the shot glass and clinks it with Brittany's before slinging it back, ignoring the sprite Brittany provided. "He basically said he doesn't trust me." Santana puts down the empty shot glass on the coffee table and looks Brittany in her eyes, giving her a mischievous grin. "Maybe I should give him a reason not to."
Brittany's eyes widen, she's not sure what Santana meant by that but she has an idea. Regardless she takes back the shot and sips on the sprite, her eyes never leaving Santana's. She enjoys how smooth the tequila actually goes down and watches as Santana is already pouring two more shots for them.
"Let's play a game."
/
Santana explains the drinking game is called Truth or Shots, where they take turns asking questions and if someone doesn't want to answer they have to take a shot. Brittany, already buzzed off the two shots they did prior thinks it's an amazing idea.
Brittany starts off. "What's your favorite food?"
"That's no fun, Britt. They have to be like, scandalous questions. Like in truth or dare."
"Oh." Brittany pauses and thinks for a second. "How old were you when you first lost your virginity?"
"Fourteen." Santana says as she looks down at the table. "Some boy on the varsity football team. I don't even remember his name."
Brittany doesn't judge, she lost hers at fifteen at party that she doesn't remember much of either. She gives Santana a warm smile letting her know that she's not judging her. "Your turn."
"What's the weirdest place you've had sex?" Santana asks, her fingers around the shot glass of tequila in front of her.
"Baseball dugout." Brittany says right away without having to think about it. "There was dirt everywhere, but it was kinda hot."
Santana smiles and nods her head slowly. "Sounds hot."
Brittany thinks about a next question, wanting to make things a little more difficult for the brunette.
"Have you ever slept with a girl?"
Santana freezes. She looks like she was going to answer but instead knocks back a shot. Brittany knows the answer is obviously yes then, but figures the girl doesn't want to talk about it and doesn't push the issue.
"Have you?" Santana counters.
Brittany takes her shot but answers anyway. "Yes."
There's a moment of silence before Brittany continues. "Do you orgasm when you have sex with Sam?" She knows it's personal but she doesn't care. At this point all cards were on the table.
Santana doesn't answer and opts to take the shot. "What's the best orgasm you've had?"
"When I slept with Isabelle. She really knew how to use her tongue." Brittany's ready to be brutally honest, thanks to the tequila.
Santana lets out a small laugh before responding. "Britt, you're too honest. I'm trying to get you to take a shot, but you just keep answering the questions."
Brittany just shrugs in response. "I don't mind telling you things." Despite not taking as many shots as Santana by now, she's definitely feeling a bit drunk already. She decides to continue with the game after a question pops into her mind that she's been wondering since yesterday.
"Do you touch yourself when Sam's not around?"
Santana's eyes are glazed over, indicating that she's drunk too. She bites down on her lip and looks down at her shot, looking like she's trying to decide what to do. She looks back up at Brittany before answering. "Yes."
"What do you think about?" Brittany immediately follows up.
Santana shakes her head. "It's not your turn, Brittany."
The sound of her name, coming from Santana's lips, is enough for her to jump across the table and capture them with her own lips. Between the tequila and the sexual questions, Brittany was incredibly turned on and was fighting everything in her not to make a move on the beautiful girl across from her who's giving her the familiar bedroom eyes she's seen before.
The sexual tension can be cut with a knife right now and neither girl will speak until suddenly they hear the sound of cheering coming from the television.
"Ten more minutes to midnight already?!" Brittany jumps up and immediately regrets her decision as she almost falls back down, losing all balance.
She grabs her bag of party supplies and takes out a cheesy, plastic black top hat that reads "Happy New Year!" in gold writing and places it on Santana's head. She then hands her a pair of big, plastic glasses and makes Santana put them on as she puts on her hat and glasses as well.
Santana, in her drunk state, gladly accepts the glasses and puts them right on. "How do I look?"
"Sexy." Brittany isn't joking. Even in these ridiculous party favors she was still attracted to her.
"Wait, I forgot the champagne!" Brittany runs back and grabs the champagne from the fridge along with two glasses. She looks at the time: 11:55 before she pops open the bottle.
"Aren't you supposed to wait till midnight?"
"Nah." Brittany licks up the champagne that's pouring over the sides of the bottle after popping it open. She can feel Santana's eyes on her which is partially why she does it. "We need it open so we can cheers of course!"
Santana holds up the champagne flutes so Brittany can fill them both. She makes a bit of a mess, her judgement is a bit off right now but for the most part she fills them up without spilling too much.
It's 11:58 as the girls stand in front of the television, holding their champagne glass in one hand and a noise maker in the other. Thousands of people are gathered in Time's Square, holding their loved ones as they get ready to countdown for the New Year.
"What do you think Sam is doing right now?" Brittany can't help but ask.
Santana shrugs. "No idea." She looks over at Brittany. "You know, this will be my first New Year's Eve without a kiss at midnight."
There if was, the elephant in the room right in the final seconds. Brittany just ignores the statement and watches as the countdown begins on the screen.
As it gets down to ten seconds the girls join in on the countdown.
10...9...8...
Brittany looks over at Santana, who looks back but focuses on her lips. She's tempting her but she has to resist.
7...6...5...
"Britt, it's okay." Santana says quietly, Brittany didn't realize she was staring at the girl's lips now too. They've quickly become her favorite and she can't take her eyes off of them when they're this close.
4...3...2...
"HAPPY NEW YEAR!" The host on the television yells out as everyone in Times Square cheers and celebrates.
The girls faces are an inch away from each other after getting closer with each passing second. Brittany knows Santana is waiting for her to go in for a kiss but she can't do it. Instead she places a soft kiss on the corner of her mouth, the closest thing she can get to her lips. Santana parts her mouth slightly to protest but Brittany just clinks their glasses together.
"Happy New Year, Santana."
"Yeah -" Santana seems confused, she's clearly never had anyone reject her in that way. "Happy New Year Britt." She finishes her glass of champagne in two sips before putting the glass down.
"Let's go out on the fire escape and be obnoxious with our noise makers!" Brittany tries her best not to make the moment awkward after turning her down, but Santana does not want any part of it.
"I actually think I'm just going to head back to my apartment."
"What - why? We didn't even eat the cupcakes yet."
"It's okay, they're for you." Santana takes off her hat and glasses before placing them down on the table.
"Wait. Please don't leave like this." Brittany begs as she follows Santana who's walking away from her now. "Can't we talk?"
"Nothing to talk about." Santana puts her duffel bag strap over her shoulder as she walks towards the door. "Just tired."
Brittany grabs ahold of her hand just as she's about to open the door to leave. "Please just talk to me." Brittany says quietly. She remembers she still has her hat and glasses on and feels a little ridiculous, looking like this and begging the girl to stay but it's too late now.
Santana just gives Brittany's hand a light squeeze before going in and placing a light kiss on her cheek. "Thanks for tonight Britt."
And with that she's out the door. Brittany just stands there in disbelief, not sure what just happened in a matter of seconds. She finally removes the hat and glasses and places them on the coffee table before falling back on the couch, feeling completely defeated. She looks at the television and sees the crowd in Times Square, still celebrating the New Year, specifically all the happy couples laughing and kissing.
Suddenly, her phone starts going off like crazy as the texts start coming through all the traffic at midnight. She sees the usual "I wish you were here" texts from her mom and sister, a Happy New Year text from Mike and one from Kurt as well. She opens Kurt's text message since it looks like there's more to his message.
Kurt: Happy New Year Britt-Britt!
Kurt: Please tell me you're not in bed with Santana right now.
Brittany doesn't bother replying - she knows he'll be dying of anticipation but she just doesn't feel like talking about the night.
"New Years Eve sucks." Brittany says as she changes the channel to old Friends reruns.
/
It's about one am when Brittany makes her way to bed, having enough of the Friends episodes she's seen a thousand times. She spends a few minutes scrolling through Instagram before closing it out, her feed filled with happy couples kissing at midnight.
As soon as she puts her phone down it begins ringing. Thinking it could be her mom calling, she picks it up and is shocked to see that it's actually Santana calling. With no hesitation she answers the call.
"Hey." Brittany answers, her tone is flat to emphasize that she's not happy with the girl.
"Hi."
"What's up?"
"I'm sorry I left like that." Santana still sounds pretty intoxicated and Brittany can relate by the way her bedroom is spinning as she lays in bed.
"Why did you?"
There's nothing but silence on the other end. She's not sure why Santana called in the first place if she wasn't going to say anything.
"You know how you asked if I touch myself when Sam isn't home?"
Brittany is speechless - that is definitely not what she expected Santana to say. Her mouth opens to speak but no words come out. Santana's voice is sultry on the other line which makes her bites down hard on her lip before finally answering.
"Yes." It's practically a whisper but Brittany gets it out.
"The other night, when you called me after hanging out with Mike..."
Brittany's heart is pounding so hard she thinks it's going to fly right out of her chest. Not to mention she can feel herself getting wetter with every word Santana speaks, her voice low and sounding sexier than ever on the other line.
"I was in bed, thinking of you..."
This couldn't be happening. Why was she making this so much harder for Brittany? Her underwear is starting to stick and the pulsing feeling is almost too much to handle right now. Wanting nothing more than a release, Brittany's hand begins to travel underneath her pajama pants, hoping Santana continues and she does.
"I was thinking of the way you danced with me, and how sexy you looked at Quinn's party. How badly I wanted to take you upstairs."
"Santana..." she meant for it to come out as a warning but instead it comes out as a light moan as she begins rubbing light circles around her clit with her finger. She knows that this is a bad idea but in this moment she's selfish and is desperate to be touched, even if it was by herself. If she couldn't be touched physically by Santana, the next best thing would be to touch herself listening to Santana talk dirty to her.
Santana is silent on the other end until Brittany hears a low gasp, followed by a moan. She knew right away that she was touching herself too, and the thought alone could make her come right away but instead she draws out the moment and continues to rubs slow.
"Fuck, you make me so wet Brittany."
Brittany can't help but let out a small moan, wishing so badly it was Santana's fingers on her and not her own.
"Are you touching yourself?" Santana husks into the phone.
"Y-yes." Brittany moans out in response as she begins to rub faster, not being able to take it anymore.
"What are you thinking about?"
"You." Brittany answers truthfully as she begins moving her finger down to her entrance. She can't remember the last time someone made her this wet. All Brittany wanted to do was make Santana feel the same way as her right now, so she continues talking. "I'm thinking about you fucking me with your fingers."
Santana lets out a small gasp and Brittany imagines she just put a finger inside herself as well. "You're so sexy, Brittany..."
Brittany slides her finger inside herself and immediately lets out a moan, loving how easily her finger slides inside of herself. She begins pumping her finger in and out and almost comes immediately as the palm of her hand hits against her sensitive clit. She's too far gone now as she moans into the phone. "Ugh, fuck me, Santana."
"Tell me what you want me to do to you..."
"I want you to fuck me hard -" Brittany stops to appreciate the moan coming from Santana. "With your fingers, and then I want you to use your tongue..." Brittany can't even finish the rest, wanting solely to listen to Santana on the other line.
The two girls are going back and fourth with their gasps and moans, Brittany thinking to herself that it's the sexiest sound she's ever heard. She can feel herself getting close already after a long week of built up sexual frustration but doesn't want this moment to end.
"Don't stop Brittany." Brittany does as she's told and picks up the pace, pumping harder and faster. She grips onto her phone tightly and keeps it pressed to her ear making sure it doesn't fall.
"Oh, Santana.. I'm going to come."
Brittany closes her eyes shut tightly and pictures Santana down at the bottom of the bed fucking her instead. The thought alone is enough to make her come undone as she moans into the phone, not caring in the slightest how loud she is. She wanted Santana to know how good she made her feel.
The girl on the other end does the same, clearly getting off by the sound of Brittany orgasming. They both continue to moan into the phone until Brittany slowly calms down, needing to take her fingers out before she comes again. Her chest is heaving and she can feel the sweat on her body, she can honestly say she's never touched herself like that before, nor had phone sex. She appreciates the sound of Santana breathing on the other line as she wipes her fingers on her bedsheets.
As amazing as that was, she didn't think about the aftermath and what to say next. Both girls are just trying to calm down but in the meantime Brittany prays Santana doesn't freak out again and disconnect the line.
"Jesus, Britt" Santana is clearly out of breath as she continues, "You don't know how bad I needed that."
That response is not what Brittany had imagined - she's genuinely shocked at how open and comfortable Santana sounds right now after the two just had phone sex. That still counted as cheating, of course, and suddenly the guilt starts pouring in. She tries her best to ignore the feeling at the moment so she can respond to Santana, not wanting her to feel uncomfortable after what just happened.
"Same." It's all Brittany can say but it's enough for Santana.
Neither one of them says anything for a few minutes but surprisingly, it's a comfortable silence. Brittany can already feel her eyelids getting heavier, a good orgasm always did make her tired.
Santana breaks the silence first. "I'm really glad I met you." Her voice also sounding like she was falling asleep.
"Me too, San."
It's the last thing she says before falling asleep with her phone pressed against her ear, listening to the sound of Santana soft snores on the other line.