AN: So, are people still reading this? A little bit of fast forwarding before the girls get split up by distance.
Brittany POV
Class is running smoothly after Breanne left. The company sent Brittany another assistant as an insurance in case Brittany suddenly couldn't make it to class, the assistant can take over even though Brittany was hesitant to accept it. His name is Mike and he is fantastic; the way an assistant should be. He's smart, organized, and incredibly talented. He is pretty quiet but incredibly professional.
Tomorrow is date night again. Everyone will be at the party but Brittany has plans to take Santana out bowling or maybe to an arcade and come back to watch a movie or something. Every time Brittany thinks about Santana she gets giddy and can't help but smile to herself. She was caught smiling in class and Mike had called her out on it. Santana overheard as they looked at each other and Brittany couldn't help but smile wider.
Brittany decides to give Santana a call to see if she's ready for their date. The phone rings four times before it's picked up.
"Hello?"
It doesn't sound like Santana. "Hello?" Brittany asks back.
"Miss Pierce, hi."
"Rachel?"
"Yes!"
"Where's Santana?"
"She's in the shower. She's been out for a while now, she should be back soon."
"Should I call back later? Or…" Suddenly, she hears a familiar voice on the other line, and it's not happy.
"What the fuck are you doing on my phone, Berry?"
"It kept ringing and since I knew the person calling I thought it would be okay to tell them you were out." Brittany could hear Rachel explain.
"No! No, never ever pick up my phone again because what the hell. Who does that? Give me my phone!"
Brittany can't help but chuckle.
"Hello?" Brittany hears the raspy voice of her soon to be girlfriend.
"Aw, be nice, San. Rachel didn't mean any harm."
"Hey, Britt. What's up?"
"Are you ready?"
"Yup! Meet you in the hall in 2 minutes?"
"Sure thing!"
Before she hangs up the phone she hears Rachel's voice one more time, "Miss Pierce is Britt-Britt in your contacts now?"
"SHUT UP!" – click.
Brittany giggles before putting her shoes and jacket on and heading out into the hallway where she sees others dressed up for the dorm party. Santana catches her eyes and she feels herself take in a deep breath. Her hair is still slightly wet, she has a bit of natural make up on and her v-neck t-shirt is fitted tight against her body. A bit of cleavage is peaking out and Brittany can't help but look. Her skinny jeans are showing off all her curves and now Brittany doesn't know if she's an ass or boobs girl. Santana has it all.
"Are you sure you don't want to go to the party? Seems like just about everyone is going," Brittany comments as they enter her car.
"I'm sure," Is all Santana says and grabs her hand that is resting on the median.
Brittany can't help but look down at their clasped hands and grips on tighter. They drive all the way to the bowling alley and only let go when they have to get out of the car. Brittany wins the bowling game. Brittany wins the game by a lot. In fact, Santana only didn't get a gutter ball twice, but they had fun nonetheless and Brittany knows this because Santana couldn't stop laughing throughout the game. Which was her excuse to why she did so poorly. They go out for dinner before going back to Brittany's for some TV time. They snuggle up together on the side of the couch. Brittany is leaning against the corner of the couch and Santana is in front of her leaning back against her and Brittany's one arm is wrapped around her waist.
They manage to get through half a TV movie before they're kissing. Softly and gently they're enjoying the taste of each other's lips. Suddenly, Santana's phone rings and reluctantly they pull away so she can reach over to retrieve it.
"It's Berry," Santana groans and puts the phone back down after turning off the ringer without answering it. She reattaches their lips. They kiss for another 10 seconds before they're interrupted again with the vibrations of Santana's phone.
"Fucking hell," Santana grunts.
"Just answer it," Brittany whispers in a raspy voice.
"This better be worth it," Santana says before pressing the answer button. "What do you want, berry? What? Okay, you need to speak more clearly," Santana listens intently for a moment, and then, "You fucking idiot. Fine. Just hold tight."
"What did she want?" Brittany asks and pecks at her lips once more time.
Santana sighs, "She's drunk and she locked herself out of the room. She has to pee and she can't remember what room the party was in and she doesn't want to go find it. I have to let her in."
Brittany looks at the time, "It's getting late anyway…" she doesn't want to finish the sentence because she really doesn't want Santana to leave.
"Yeah," is all that comes out of the girl's mouth. "See you tomorrow?"
"Wouldn't want anything else," Brittany replies with a smile. She can't get enough of this girl.
Brittany walks her to the door but not before a few more kisses. Santana's phone buzzes again, "Fucking hell, Rachel!"
They finally say their goodbyes and Brittany closes the door as Santana walks quickly down the hall.
She washes up and gets ready for bed. She changes into her oversized t-shirt and slips under her comforter. She's checking a few emails on her phone when there's a knock on the door. She's not sure if it's her door or the one next to hers. When she hears the knock again, she knows it's her so she gets up to answer it.
"Santana?" She sees the girl standing there with a massively pissed off look on her face. The look fades when she realizes that Brittany isn't wearing any pants. She clears her throat before she speaks.
"Sorry, Britt. Can I come in?"
Without saying a word, Brittany opens the door wider for Santana to enter. There is some silence as Santana paces the room. Brittany watches her go back and forth, waiting patiently for her to speak.
"Fucking, Berry and her fucking drinking. If you can't handle your alcohol, don't drink so much! Fucking disgusting is what she is." Santana looks up and Brittany raises an eyebrow at her, silently asking her for the full story. "So I let Berry in to pee and as I was just about to get changed and ready for bed she stumbles out and almost tips the fuck over so I catch her but I lose my balance and we both fall onto my bed. I try to drag her to her own bed, but before I can do that she throws up! All over my sheets! She fell asleep on the floor so she's going to stay there. Now, the room reeks and well, I'm never sleeping in that bed again."
Brittany realizes her face has scrunched up in disgust from Santana's story.
"So, I'm here because…" Santana suddenly looks shy and nervous.
Brittany smiles and walks towards her, "You can sleep here if you like. Really, whenever you want."
"Thanks, Britt," Santana leans for a hug and Brittany responds quickly and wraps her arms around her. "I'll just grab the extra pillow from your closet but can I borrow something to sleep in? I left in a hurry and I don't feel like going back into that room."
"Of course you can! Here, come with me." Surprising Santana, Brittany takes her by the hand and drags her into her bedroom where she opens her dresser full of t-shirts. "Take whatever you want. I have shorts in the drawer underneath, you don't have to sleep on the couch and I also have that extra toothbrush u used last time. Brittany bites her lip as she waits for Santana's reaction to what she said.
"Thanks, Britt, I – wait, if I don't sleep on the couch where am I going to sleep?"
Feeling slightly nervous, Brittany doesn't respond but quickly glances over at her bed. When she looks back at Santana her eyes are slightly wide and her mouth is almost shaped like a perfect circle. "You don't have to!" Brittany quickly jumps in. "I just thought that it's more comfortable than the couch and it's not like we haven't, you know, I don't know."
Santana chuckles, "Relax, Britt. It's okay, and yes, if you don't mind, I would love to share that space with you tonight."
Brittany knows she visibly relaxes in Santana's eyes.
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A few days pass and Santana has slept over every night, still refusing to sleep in her own bed even though Dan has already changed out the sheets and even got a brand new mattress. Another reason she refuses to sleep in her own room is that she knows Fern or whatever his name is has been sleeping in their room ever since Santana started spending the night. Even though Rachel has promised that if Santana is in the room he won't be there, Santana doesn't trust that they never did anything on her new bed. To Brittany's delight, however, Santana has been moving her things over little by little. She really enjoys Santana's company and waking up with the girl next to her. The others in the dorm seemed have picked up on their close relationship, but no one has said anything and Brittany does try her best to act professional during class and even in the hallway and in the lunch room.
Sleeping together has been great. Brittany loves waking up next to raven hair and dark chocolate eyes. They haven't gone any further than heavy make out sessions and a bit of groping under the shirt but nothing more than that. Both of them still seem nervous about it.
It's Thursday morning and Brittany is exhausted. She stayed up all night fixing some choreography that she just couldn't get to flow. She was in the studio until 10 in the evening and by the time she got back to her room, organized her papers for the next day , and got ready for bed, it was passed 1am and Santana was already asleep. Brittany just tucked herself in behind Santana and with a kiss to her shoulder, Brittany fell asleep.
"Britt… Brittany."
She hears the voice but she's so comfortable she doesn't want to open her eyes. Her body is still exhausted and the fingers running through her hair are relaxing her so much.
"Brittany, baby, time to wake up, your alarm has gone off twice already."
At those words, Brittany's eyes snap open. The first thing she sees is her beautiful roommate wearing her dance clothes.
"I like that," Brittany mumbles with a smile.
"Like what?" Santana asks confused.
"I like your hand in my hair, I like waking up to you, and I like you calling me baby. Be my girlfriend, Santana." Brittany didn't even realize it slipped out but by the time it did she has no intention of taking it back. It's been too long, and she should have asked her days ago. There is a moment of silence and the girls are just looking at each other, Santana's fingers still in Brittany's hair. Brittany's alarm goes off again, and startles both girls. Santana is quick to take her fingers out to turn off the alarm. Brittany immediately misses the contact, but she knows it's for the best. They need to get going.
Santana sets the cellphone back down and turns towards the bedroom door, leaving Brittany in a state of rejection, until Santana turns around and replies with, "YES!" She runs out of the room, "Get ready, baby."
Brittany beams to herself as she celebrates internally. She can't remember the last time she has felt this happy. She quickly gets ready and even though she knows she will get to the studio later than usual she can't help but give Santana, her new girlfriend, a long deep kiss, before they walk down the hallway as professionals.
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"I know, I know, Sam, but I really like her and I want to make it work," she pauses to let him speak. She understands his concerns for her but she just doesn't care. She wants this relationship with Santana to happen and she will do what she can to make it work. "I will! I will talk to her tonight. I know there's only 3 weeks left, but Sam, this has never happened to me before. I've never felt this connection with anyone before. It's something special."
She listens to Sam groan and complain about how bad this situation is going to be but the only thing she can tell him is that she is willing to give it a try because there is nothing more she wants at the moment.
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That evening, after dinner, Brittany decides to get down to business.
"Santana, I think we have to talk."
Santana's eyes widen and a look of worry crosses her face, "About what, Britt? Are you breaking up with me already? That was a really mean trick. Like really mean. I actually really like you."
Brittany chuckles and takes Santana's hands in her own. "No, baby, no. I'm not breaking up with you, but I think we have to talk about our little living situation."
Santana still looks confused, "Living situation? You don't want me living here anymore?"
"Of course I want you living with me, silly. I meant…" she finds it hard to get the words out, "I meant in 3 weeks. When you go home," her voice is a lot softer than she wants it to be and she finds herself scratching at the corner of the table.
"Oh."
Brittany sees the exact moment it hits Santana, and the realization that this relationship is only going to be so easy for the next few weeks. "Yeah, what's going to happen? Are we going to do a long distance thing or are we going to…." She can't even say the words.
Santana seems to think about it quite deeply, "Brittany, I don't want to break up. I want to try. I want to be with you long distance if I have to. I still want to be your girlfriend."
Brittany can't help but smile, "Good, I want that too, but it's going to be hard, San. I was talking to Sam about it, and he was telling me how tough these things are."
Santana shakes her head, "I don't care what he says. I want this to work."
"Me too."
Santana POV
Santana makes it a goal that today is going to be the day she calls home and catches up with everyone back in New York. She hasn't been the greatest daughter or friend lately. She will only respond with short texts or let every call go to voicemail. Not only has Brittany been incredibly hard on the class (herself not being an exception), but she's also trying to spend as much time with her girlfriend as possible. However, she does feel guilty for abandoning everything in New York so she is dedicating the afternoon to them.
First, she calls her mom. She's constantly being reminded that she needs to change and have a better attitude. She can't count the amount of times she rolls her eyes. She begins to zone out until her best friend is mentioned.
"Quinn tells me you don't contact her either. She has come over a few times and has brought cake and cookies as we sit and reminisce about the fun times the two of you had. She's scared Santana. She said she thinks you have a new best friend over there in L.A. and that you will forget about her. Now, you listen to me. Quinn is your best friend and has been there for you when you became a useless little punk, so don't you dare treat her this way. She told me that she knows the person you are befriending and believes she is of negative influence. Now, I sent you there to get better. I sent you there so you behave, and if you waste my money coming back worse than you were when you left then you will be paying me back with the money you make cleaning gutters, you hear?"
Santana's blood begins to boil at the sound of that. What does Quinn think she's doing? What right does she have to say these things about Brittany when she doesn't even know her. She knows she needs to talk to Quinn about everything to make sure she doesn't speak negatively about Brittany again.
"Sure, Ma. I'll call Quinn as soon as I'm off the phone with you. I think her and I need to clear something up and for the record, I don't have a new best friend, everyone here is great, and I'm learning a lot."
"That's what I like to hear. Good girl. Now go give Quinn a call and explain to her why you haven't called her back in over a week."
Santana rolls her eyes, she hates being called 'Good girl.' The way her mom says it makes it sound like she's talking to a dog, but she bites her tongue and responds respectively. "Yes, I'll do that right now."
Quickly, Santana calls Quinn as soon as she hangs up the phone with her mother.
"Santana, how nice of you to finally remember me."
She sighs, "Hey Quinn. Sorry, I've been M.I.A. We only have a couple weeks left to go before the performance so things have been hectic. I just got off the phone with Mom," she pauses as she thinks about what to say, and decides to let Quinn bring up the topic. "Have you seen her lately?"
"Umm… Maybe once or twice? She invited me over for some snacks."
"Talk about anything interesting?" Santana can feel the anger begin to grow inside of her.
"Not really. Only about how much we miss you. I miss you… I miss my best friend."
Santana feels guilty again. She looks down at her lap and thinks about what to say. She debates on whether or not she should tell Quinn about Brittany, but decides against it as talking about it over the phone is probably not a good idea. She can tell her in person in a few weeks. "I'll be back soon and we can catch up about everything."
"I can't wait! I bet you have a lot to tell me. I want to hear all about the drama and everything," Quinn says excitedly.
Santana pauses and thinks back to what she remembers telling Quinn. "Drama? What drama?
There's some silence on the other line and Santana is about to check to see if they're still connected when Quinn clears her throat and speaks.
"Just in general. You know, a bunch of misfits coming together, there has to be some drama right? Like, with your roommate perhaps?"
"Don't even get me started on Rachel. I can't live with her anymore. I mean, she's fine when I see her twice a day, but that's all I can take right now."
Quinn chuckles, "Well, that's too bad. You're kind of stuck with her for the rest of your time there so you might as well be nice to her."
"Not so much, I'm unofficially not her roommate anymore."
"What do you mean? Where are you staying?"
Santana regrets mentioning it as soon as Quinn questions her, she knows this will not end well, but she can't lie. The best she can do is not tell her the whole truth.
"I changed rooms. I have another roommate now."
"Oh yeah? Who?"
Santana hesitates. She's never been good at lying to Quinn. She always calls her out on it. She can't even give her a present without spoiling it because she's just such a horrible liar. "Brittany."
The line goes silent.
"Quinn?"
Nothing.
"Quinn? Are you still there?"
"Yeah, San. I'm suddenly not feeling so well, I think I need to go."
"Are you okay? What happened?" Santana knows Quinn can be dramatic at times, but she can't help but make sure her best friend is okay, because if she didn't, well, she wouldn't hear the end of it.
"I'm fine, but I think I need to go now. Talk to you later."
Before Santana can say anything, she hears a click. Sighing, she puts her phone down.
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Brittany has been stressing out because the performance is coming up soon, and even though Santana thinks everything is practically perfect, she can still sense the stress in her girlfriend's shoulders when they're snuggled up watching television one evening.
"Hey, let's go to bed. You need to rest. You've been so stressed out lately."
Brittany, ever so silently nods and they both get up off the couch and Santana leads her into the bedroom by the hand.
"Get some rest, baby. The performance will be fine. All of us have come so far in terms of dancing because of you."
Brittany nods, "I just want it to be perfect. I want to prove to the company that I can do this. That I'm a good teacher and choreographer. So many artists and studios come to these performances to see the skills of the dancers and the teachers. It just has to be flawless."
"I know, Britt," Santana moves a piece of hair away from Brittany's face. "And you are an amazing teacher and an amazing choreographer. Trust me. Everyone knows that. You need to stop stressing yourself out, we will make you proud, I promise."
Brittany smiles back and nods. Santana leans in for a soft kiss and Brittany returns it. The kisses deepen and Santana slips in some tongue as her body rolls on top of Brittany's. Brittany's hand goes under her shirt and scratches lightly on her back before making its way towards the front and begins massaging her breast. She tugs at her nipple and Santana can't help but let out a moan through the kiss. Her body involuntary begins to rock with the motion of their kisses. Santana feels a tugging and recognizes what Brittany is trying to do, so she sits up and removes her top. Showing off her perfect breasts to her girlfriend. Brittany sits up and instantly attaches her mouth to the other nipple and Santana hisses in pleasure grinding down against Brittany's thigh. This is as far as they've gone in the past, but Santana needs more this time. Quickly, Santana pulls up on Brittany's shirt and getting the hint, Brittany detaches her lips from her nipple to allow Santana to remove the garment. As soon as it's tossed off the bed, it's Santana's turn. She sucks on Brittany's neck for a few moments before making her way down to her breasts. Her hands are roaming as Brittany scratches at her scalp. Making her way down, Santana runs her fingers along Brittany's taunt abs before stopping at the boxers Brittany sleeps in. She feels Brittany swallow and as she looks up they make eye contact and Santana knows it's going to happen. Brittany nods and Santana slowly removes the boxers revealing Brittany's glistening center. Both their breathing are heavy and Santana can't help but lick her lips at the sight.
"Fuck," she whispers in arousal. She has never been so turned on in her life and she feels like if she doesn't start doing something, she will literally explode.
She attaches her lips to Brittany's once more and calms herself down slightly before sliding her fingers through Brittany's very wet folds. They both moan. "Oh, fuck!" Santana mumbles into Brittany's mouth. She runs her fingers through a few times before finding Brittany's clit and rubs it lightly.
Brittany moans loudly and spreads her legs wider, "Yes!" Brittany squeaks out.
Santana plays with her clit for a while before turning her attention from Brittany's neck to her ear, "May I?" she says as she slides her finger down towards Brittany's entrance. Brittany nods and Santana enters one finger, pumps a few times and then adds in a second.
Brittany moans loudly and squirms slightly under her. Santana has one leg straddling Brittany's thigh and she's so focused on pleasuring Brittany and familiarizing herself with every touch that makes Brittany's hips go wild that she doesn't notice Brittany reaching down. Santana bucks and almost falters forward when Brittany cups Santana over her panties. She knows how wet she is and she knows Brittany can feel it too. Brittany is doing her best to release some pressure building in Santana as well and she is grateful for it. She continues to pump her fingers in and out of her girlfriend that is now struggling to keep her legs steady. Santana knows her palm is bumping Brittany's little nub and she can see it in Brittany's face that she's going to be coming any minute. Santana continues rubbing herself on Brittany's hand and Brittany pushes up harder every so often as her body bucks up.
"San!" Brittany cries out and she removes her hand from Santana's crotch. Sure, Santana misses the touch but she's mesmerized by the way Brittany's eyes are clenched tightly and her one hand is now gripping onto Santana's bare back and the other one pulling on her own blonde hair. "San!" She screams again, completely out of control of her own body. "Oh God!" are her last words before her body tenses and she pulls Santana down hard against her own body. She grips her back so hard that she knows will leave marks for a good couple of days. Santana can feel Brittany's core throbbing and pulsing and squeezing against her own fingers before Brittany finally relaxes and her body collapses onto the bed. They kiss and Santana slowly removes her fingers and Brittany lets out a breath. Santana leans back but Brittany pulls her back down, kissing her. Santana moans again when Brittany begins rubbing her over her panties again. "Your turn," she mumbles and slides her fingers under her waistband and slides it through her very wet folds. "Take them off," Brittany breathes.
Santana doesn't detach their lips and slides down her very ruined panties before going back into the same position. Gently, Brittany flips them over and slides two fingers in slowly and Santana moans as she feels herself stretch out to accommodate Brittany's long fingers. It's been a while, but damn it feels so right. Brittany begins pumping her fingers and stroking at her clit with her thumb. Brittany is kissing all the right spots and it's Santana's turn to writhe. She feels like she should be embarrassed at how quickly her body is looking to release but she can't bring herself to care when Brittany is making her feel so fucking good. She comes hard while tugging on the blonde hair and gripping on Brittany's left forearm. Her orgasm lasts a lot longer than she remembers them ever lasting before and when her body finally decides that she can relax she can feel herself begin to black out. The two seconds she manage to open her eyes, she sees the blonde beauty in front of her taking a sample lick of her fingers then smacking her lips like it was the tastiest thing she has ever had while nodding her head.
Santana groans because she didn't think the night could get any hotter. Brittany must have heard it because she chuckles and leans down to peck her on the lips. Brittany reaches for the blanket and wraps them both in it before pecking Santana on the temple. That's the last thing Santana remembers before sleep takes over.
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The following week is hectic and Santana doesn't see much of Brittany other than at rehearsal. Brittany is either busy on her computer finalizing the theater programs or giving some one-on-one attention to some stragglers who just can't seem to get it right. She's also doing some final music editing so even when they're in the room together, Brittany has headphones on. They hadn't had sex since the first time because Brittany is exhausted by the time she gets into bed. To be honest, Santana is just as exhausted. Brittany has been running their drills over and over again. Every inch needs to be perfect and if it's not, it's from the top again.
Every morning for the last three days, Brittany would crawl into bed as Santana is either drifting off or already asleep and by the time Santana wakes up, Brittany is already on her laptop or dancing around the living room area working on the minor, minor details.
They finally get a chance to have dinner together two days before the performance.
"Do you think I should tell my mom?"
Santana looks up at her girlfriend. "Tell her what?" She takes a sip of her apple juice.
"About us."
Santana chokes. She wipes her mouth and nose. "Um, do you think we're ready for that?" She says nervously. Yes, she would love to tell the world that Brittany is hers but at the same time, she doesn't want anyone to hate her, she doesn't want anyone, especially Brittany's family to think that she turned her daughter into a lesbian.
Brittany shrugs, "I'd tell her eventually, right? And since she's coming to the performance, I figured I could tell her and introduce you. She'll love you, San! My dad too!" She says getting more excited by the minute.
Santana gulps and Brittany seemingly notices.
"If you're not comfortable with it, we can wait. I'm in no rush. I just… I'm excited to show you off," Brittany says with a huge smile.
"Let me think about it? Can I tell you tomorrow?"
"Of course, baby." Brittany rubs her fingers over the back of Santana's hand.
They finish dinner and are lying in bed. Brittany, drifts off first and Santana is left with her thoughts. Thoughts that she would love to be announced as Brittany Pierce's girlfriend but if that happens, people will know and people will talk and people will find out. Quinn will find out and for sure if Quinn finds out, her mother will find out and she's not ready for that yet. She looks at Brittany and instantly feels guilty.
"One day," she whispers. "One day we will tell the world."
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