AsN: Hello there. This fic is incredibly special. It's a collab between myself and my friend Abbie. It is also accompanied by a Spotify Playlist, open .spotify playlist /3wvZYLouzESk1he1PMll9C?si=4D327YFPRIq-8f-bqeA1IQ (just delete the spaces, but if that doesn't work, search "the rules don't apply to us"). Each chapter is written based on a song we chose. It adds to to the experience if you listen to the song while reading.
My tumblr is tayz013 & Abbie's is san-tana.
This first chapter was written by Abs.
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"Sometimes all I think about is you, late nights in the middle of June."
Santana bolted upright, drenched in sweat and breathing hard. She ran a hand through her hair as she checked the clock on her nightstand. 3am. With a sigh, she raised a hand to her chest in an attempt to slow her rapid heartbeats and calm down. Her mind began to wander to the cause of her abrupt awakening, and Santana's eyes widened with sudden recollection.
Her back against the wall in the Cheerios locker room. Brittany's lips on her neck, one hand in her hair and the other running up her thigh.
"Fuck." Santana breathed. No wonder she was flustered. Why was she having sex dreams about a girl? Why was she having sex dreams about Brittany? Sure, they had been pretty inseparable since school broke up for the summer - Santana hadn't even seen Puck since they hooked up after the last glee rehearsal. That must be it. She thought. I'm just horny… and spending too much time with Britt. She shook her head, trying to convince herself, but she couldn't get the thought of what it'd be like to taste Brittany's lips out of her mind.
She ran her thumb across her tingling bottom lip, and gasped as she felt a sudden shift in the bed, and an arm slip around her waist.
"Santana?"
She turned to see Brittany, propped up on her elbows - half awake. In her daze Santana had forgotten Britt was staying the night. "Are you okay? You're shaking." Brittany sat up straight now, brow furrowed in concern. Her arm tightened around her best friend's waist. "Yeah I just - weird dream." Santana said, feeling a blush rise in her cheeks. She was thankful for the relative darkness of her bedroom and hoped Brittany hadn't noticed.
Brittany met Santana's gaze with an apologetic smile, and instinctively reached out to brush a lock of dark hair from the other girl's face. Santana's skin tingled with the touch, and her gaze dropped from Brittany's eyes down to her lips, and back up again. "Britt." Santana whispered. "Hmm?" The blonde hummed in response, her fingers still tangled in Santana's hair, tickling the skin on her neck. She leaned her head in closer, and watched as Brittany's gaze studied her face. Their eyes met again, and Santana let out a shaky breath. Brittany's hand slipped deeper into Santana's hair as she leaned in closer, hesitating as their noses touched. Santana's eyes closed and she nodded lightly in approval, closing the distance between them and pressing her lips to Brittany's.
The kiss was soft and gentle at first, Santana was just testing the waters, but Brittany was impatient. She pulled Santana into her lap with the arm that was still wrapped around her waist and deepened the kiss, taking Santana's bottom lip between her teeth, drawing a small moan from the girl.
Santana's head was spinning. Kissing girls is way better than kissing boys. Brittany's lips tasted just as good as she imagined, like cherry jolly ranchers. And she was so much softer than Puck, no itchy stubble to deal with. Santana wrapped her arms around Brittany's shoulders, pulling their bodies closer together. Brittany moaned as Santana's hips pressed against her stomach and she felt the brunette smirk against her mouth in response.
Now Santana was impatient. She leaned back to pull her shirt over her head. Brittany watched, admiring the tan, toned stomach she had seen so many times before - except this time it was different. This time, Santana was half naked in her lap and all Brittany wanted to do was pepper her perfect body with kisses. She settled for running her hands across the brunette's abs instead. Santana smiled shyly when Brittany met her gaze again, watching her best friend admiring her caused another blush to rise in her cheeks - Brittany noticed this time. Santana leaned in to kiss her again, her hands slipping under Brittany's shirt. The blonde stopped her, their lips inches from touching. "Wait." Brittany says, her hand firm against Santana's stomach, holding her back. Santana's brow furrows in confusion and annoyance at the sudden interruption. "Was this what you were dreaming about?" Brittany asked, a smirk playing on her lips. Santana's eyes widened and her jaw dropped, which only encouraged Brittany's smirk to form into a deeper grin. "I - shut up." Santana quipped, capturing the blonde's lips in her own and stifling her laugh. She pushed Brittany back into the bed they fell into a pattern of exploring hands and lips, and soft giggles between kisses.