tw: pool sex/crying after sex and just general NSFW stuff. Mind the M rating.
Here's the final part of this story. Hope you guys like this chapter. There'll be more Brittana shenanigans of course and Pezberry sibling bonding. Let me know what you think.
Big thanks to frankenfinn for your encouragement!
Being in a car with Rachel and Santana at the same time was one of the most chaotic experiences Brittany had ever had.
Rachel had never really driven much before and it was now pretty obvious why Santana, Will and Emma had looked at each other in terror when the short brunette suggested that she could practice in Santana's car. It had taken a lot of pleading from Will and Emma for Santana to even consider letting Rachel drive her Porsche.
"She - she just cut in front of me!" Rachel gasped angrily, her hands tightening on the wheel as the female driver flipped her off, blaring her horn at her. "H-How dare she!"
"You're gonna just take that?" Santana chimed in beside her. "Oh for fuck's sake, drive faster, Grandma Berry!"
"Hush, Santana, I am driving above the speed limit as it is!"
"Gimme that!" Santana practically climbed over the console, grabbing the steering wheel from her and Rachel screamed. "Drive faster, Hobbit!"
"Let go, Santana! Don't tell me what to do!" Rachel turned around in the seat to quarrel with Santana, wagging a finger at her.
"What the fuck, Who taught you how to drive?!"
"As a matter of fact you did, actually, Big Shot!"
"Keep your hands on the wheel!"
"Um guys… can you calm down?" Finn piped up laughing nervously from the backseat, letting out a manly scream as the car swerved back and forth on the road dramatically. His face was a pale shade of green. "Getting a little crazy."
"I am perfectly calm!" Rachel screamed. "Santana is the one who has attitude problems!"
Santana scoffed. "Attitude problems? You're my only problem … whoa wait Rachel - keep your fucking eyes on the road - watch out for that-"
Rachel screamed again, her face turning white as she narrowly missed crashing into a semi truck. Eventually they pulled over and Finn stumbled out of the car quickly, puking loudly into the nearest bush.
Rachel sighed, making a grossed out face while Santana watched him with a grimace, wrinkling her nose. "Ew."
"Wow! That was intense. Kind of like a rollercoaster except way louder." Brittany said simply, falling out of the backseat as she felt the world spin around her. Her ears were still ringing. Santana came to help her up surprisingly, before Rachel could get to her, letting go of her arm as if it burned when Brittany finally righted herself.
She bit back a smile at the way Santana kept sneaking glances at her through the rearview mirror when she thought Brittany couldn't see her after they got back in, this time with Santana at the wheel smirking and Rachel sulking beside her in the passenger seat.
Santana having flings was something everyone expected and even Rachel had grown to live with. After all, no one could tie down someone like Santana.
She was like one of those wild, wandering cowboys in the western movies Brittany used to watch with her dad.
Santana having an actual girlfriend though…now Brittany just couldn't accept that.
The blonde's smile immediately dropped, pouting childishly when Santana proudly paraded a tall, pretty redhead woman around the Schuester mansion. Saoirse was an Irish model who was about Brittany's height with pale, very freckled skin, long ginger hair, impossibly long legs, and soft blue eyes.
She felt her heart drop, a lump forming in her throat whenever she thought about the gentle way Santana held Saoirse's hand or rested her hand on Saoirse's lower back casually whenever they were together, the ginger-haired woman giggling at all of Santana's jokes and leaning into her.
The first introduction between Brittany and Saoirse had been strange to say the least. Will and Emma stood by in shock, jaws dropped at the super revealing dress Brittany was wearing over to her friend's house - okay, so maybe she just wanted to get a certain someone's attention - while Rachel had sighed, shaking her head at her friend.
"Rachel, Brittany, this is Saoirse." Will smiled broadly in his good-natured way. Brittany suspected, by the looks of relief on Will, Emma and Rachel's faces that they were just glad Santana was apparently settling down.
"Nice to meet you, Brittany. You look…nice," Saoirse said in her accent and smiled in a way that didn't meet her eyes. She eyed Brittany's outfit with distaste. "You must be cold in that dress."
"Oh, hi. You look…nice too," Brittany fake laughed in a catty way, unable to stop the petty passive aggressiveness that was coming out of her in the presence of the other woman as they stared each other down. "That's interesting. I thought Santana only liked blondes."
Santana, who had just come back into the room, nervously moved between them, raising an eyebrow at Brittany. Her jaw practically dropped and she did a double take when she saw what the blonde was wearing. Brittany smirked as Saoirse noticed Santana's reaction and narrowed her eyes at the dark-haired woman who swallowed nervously.
Brittany bit her lip, trying to focus on anything except Santana speaking to Saoirse sweetly, leading the red-haired woman outside to take her out for a date.
She resisted the urge to lock herself in Rachel's bathroom and sob for the rest of the night, wishing that she was a smart, sophisticated college girl with red hair. She was so uncharacteristically mopey that even Rachel started asking her what was wrong.
"What are you doing?"
Santana gave her a suspicious look as she noticed Brittany watching her from the other side of the gym room a few weeks later as the dark-haired girl did her stretches. She took a sip from her water bottle.
"I'm allowed. Um, Rachel said I can use the gym whenever I want." So maybe Brittany had just happened to decide to go to the gym at the same time she knew Santana was working out but for all anyone else knew, that was just a coincidence.
"What I want to know is why you always seem to show up everywhere I am." Santana muttered, looking at her accusingly.
Brittany just smirked and said nothing, batting her eyelashes as she watched Santana with a cute expression.
"You're really something. Rachel and her lumpy whale boyfriend might not know what you're up to but I do. You should be ashamed of… throwing yourself at me like this. Besides, I have a girlfriend."
"Not for long…" Brittany mumbled under her breath cryptically.
"What was that?"
"Nothing!" Brittany chirped innocently, chuckling as she walked away and Santana just stared at her in confusion, shaking her head.
"Rachel, you cannot be serious."
Taking Rachel Berry for her second official driving lesson ever was the worst thing Santana had ever been subjected to.
Rachel drove at twenty mph the whole time, testing Santana's patience then swerved violently whenever she saw oncoming traffic and Santana kept having to frantically grab the wheel from her just to keep them alive. Then Rachel had some kind of mental breakdown when a small animal ran across the street and now here they were, miles away from Lima on a Sunday afternoon.
"What? I panicked, okay? I saw a bunny!"
"We are literally in a ditch." Santana groaned, getting out to inspect her car, which was currently stuck in mud. "You're a terrible driver."
"You're a terrible driver!" Rachel shouted back. "You have serious road rage and you're always using foul language at the other drivers."
"Oh shut up, Hobbit. They deserve it," Santana smirked, then groaned again as she stared at her watch, noticing how much time had passed. "I can't believe I'm stuck here in the middle of bum fuck nowhere with the most annoying human on earth because you have the driving abilities of a grandma on acid."
"I'm not that bad." Rachel hissed.
"Yes, you are. You're the worst driver on the planet." Santana retorted bitterly as she kept trying to push the car out but nothing worked. "Another accomplishment to add to your resume. Along with the fashion sense of a six year old."
"You know what, just shut up!" Rachel marched up to her, eyes filling with tears.
"What the fuck, Rachel? Jesus Christ, I was joking with you. Is it that time of the month or something?" Santana stared at her in shock, holding up her hands defensively. Rachel ignored her, her face turning red as she broke down, continuing to shout at her.
"You're just always so cruel to me about literally everything and I'm sick of it. I- I usually don't say this about anyone but you're a horrible person and I hate you!"
Santana's eyes flashed with hurt, her brows knitting together and her fists clenched.
"You know what, I hate you too!" Santana yelled back. She got in her face as Rachel recoiled from her as her voice hardened while she scowled down at the shorter girl. "I didn't ask for you to be my fucking sister! In fact, my life would probably be so much better if you weren't. For the record, the only reason I even got in a car with you today was because Will and Emma forced me!"
Santana's smirk dropped, thinking maybe she had gone too far as Rachel sat on the curb and started to cry silently after she said this. Santana didn't know what to do and fumbled with her hands lamely. "Wait, whoa, Rachel... okay I didn't mean that just now... don't cry."
Rachel eventually wiped her tears on her sleeve, sniffling and the two sat in silence for a long time, Santana hanging her head in guilt, knowing she had messed up. It was horrible seeing the short brunette cry, as much as she got on her nerves most of the time. Seeing Rachel crying was like kicking a puppy. Rachel being silent for this long was a bad sign as the brunette would normally be talking her ears off.
"I'm sorry, okay. I mean it," Santana finally admitted in a small voice. "I'm sorry for being such a bitch."
"I'm sorry too," Rachel looked a little brighter, her smile finally returning and Santana breathed a sigh of relief, no longer feeling that awful feeling in her chest that she had before. "I don't really hate you, Santana. Even if you are mean."
"Yeah, yeah well, Hallmark moment over," Santana drawled uncomfortably, going back to her usual snarky self, "Please tell me we're not gonna hug it out or anything lame like that. Just so you know, if you destroyed any part of my car I'm gonna have to kill you and make it look like an accident."
"Hey, Santana..."
"What?" Santana spat as Rachel just stared at her with a weird look on her face for a moment. "I won't really kill you, okay but you're gonna have to get Will to take you if you want to practice driving again because I give up."
"You used to take me for drives all the time, remember?"
Santana smiled fondly, her mind flashing back to being seventeen and driving like a maniac with music blaring because she had to show off while little Rachel who still had baby fat looked terrified, hanging on to anything for dear life in the passenger seat and screaming the whole time.
That was the first time they did anything together as sisters.
"You were kinda… not too annoying back then," Santana chuckled, "I don't know what changed."
"Well you were always a jerk." Rachel laughed.
"Remember the first time Schuester brought you home?" Santana mused.
"Is this real life?"
Will and Emma just smiled to themselves, chuckling at the innocent little girl.
The curly-haired man and the short ginger woman were holding Rachel's little hands tightly as they walked her into what was the biggest house Rachel had ever seen.
"I promise I'll be a good girl. You won't have to send me back. Please don't send me back." The thirteen year-old begged, her words all jumbled together.
"Don't worry, Rachel. You're going to be our daughter forever." Will told her.
There was an older teenage girl standing there, glaring at Rachel furiously.
"Wow! Is this your other daughter?" Rachel exclaimed. Even though the taller girl was glaring at her, Rachel thought everything about the older girl looked cool if slightly intimidating, from her straight black hair and heavy black eyeliner to her gold necklace and the spiked leather jacket she was wearing.
"This is Santana." Emma explained, "Santana, why don't you come say hi to your new little sister?" Santana said nothing, scowling at Rachel and looking like she wanted to cry. Rachel didn't understand it.
"C'mon Santana be nice, don't be like this." Will pleaded with her.
"Don't think that they like you better just because you're new." Santana hissed at her viciously when she walked by.
Rachel blinked, confused. Is that what this was about? Was Santana afraid that her parents were gonna like Rachel better than Santana?
"Sorry, I'm not trying to…can I come with you to your room?" Rachel asked. "We could play a board game or maybe just talk. I'd love to get to know you…"
"Don't think that just because they brought you here that means we're going to be sisters!" Santana snarled, cutting off Rachel.
"Santana!" Emma shouted.
"Why do you have to be so mean!" Rachel yelled back at her, starting to sob. She had been bullied so much by the girls in the foster home and now, her new sister seemed like she was just another mean girl.
She didn't understand why Santana hated her so much.
"Let's go for a walk, Rachel," Will said, stepping in to diffuse the fight.
"I know she's really mean but she had a tough time," Will explained quietly, once they were further down the block, a fair distance away from the Schuester's house. "Santana was known for being a well… problem child. Two sets of parents sent her back claiming that they just couldn't handle her. We're the parents who have had her the longest."
Rachel looked at him with wide eyes. As scared as she was of Santana, she felt mostly pity for the girl as she couldn't imagine how horrible it must have been to be rejected so many times just when you thought you found a home somewhere and people to love you.
"I'm gonna ask her to be nicer to you but it's going to take a while for her to get used to not being an only child around here." Will sighed.
There was no doubt that Santana had made Rachel's life hell for the first few months, as the older girl had tried every trick in the book and every prank she could think of to try to make Rachel want to leave. It had taken over a year and plenty of coaxing from Will and Emma to get her to be kinder to the small brunette girl.
"I was so jealous of you back then." Santana admitted with a laugh.
"Why?" Rachel looked over at her in genuine surprise.
"You were smart and innocent and everything I wasn't. The perfect child. The Schuesters liked you way better."
"They didn't like me better. I was jealous of you . I wanted to be cool like you." Rachel said softly.
"Of course you would be," Santana joked, turning to her with a smug expression. "I'm perfect."
Rachel pouted then threw a bunch of grass in her face and Santana practically fell over, repulsed and trying to get away like if she had thrown a grenade as the shorter brunette couldn't stop laughing.
"You're the worst sister in the world!" Rachel said through her laughter, clearly joking. Santana grinned at her while flipping her off. "Ugh, everything is a joke to you, isn't it?"
"Excuse me? I think you mean, I'm the best sister in the world." Santana boasted while Rachel just scoffed but they both had smiles on their faces.
"Hey Rach, you ever have anyone giving you a hard time just call me, okay?" Santana ruffled her hair, feeling a rush of genuine affection toward her, which only happened once in a million years when it came to her with Rachel. "I'm the only one who's allowed to bully you… hey, look, that tow truck is finally here. Hurray, we can get the hell out of here."
Santana finally came back from her recent spring break trip and Brittany thought she fell a little more in love with her at the sight of the girl wearing a black baseball cap, hoody, and baggy sweatpants. She was so small that the clothes were baggy on her and she looked adorable.
She was finally back to herself again, the fire returning to her eyes instead of the boring, fake Santana she was around Saoirse and the college friends she had been bringing over. She was irresistible.
"Brittany, that is not very ladylike behavior!" Rachel regarded her disapprovingly, frowning as Brittany ignored her and ran past her towards her older sister.
Santana stood outside smoking by her car. Brittany sashayed over and Santana watched her suspiciously the whole time but she did a double take at the skimpy clothes the blonde was wearing.
"I thought you and that um… kind of annoying girl were dating?" Brittany asked in her usual soft, innocent tone that made Santana choke as she registered her words.
"We are," Santana replied flatly but avoided her eyes and Brittany had a feeling she was lying. "Though it isn't really any of your business."
"You don't seem interested. You just look bored now that you're dating her and you don't smile at her ever. Not your real smile with the dimples."
"What do you know about dating?" Santana scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest and giving her a smug little grin as if she had one-upped her with her comeback.
"I know if I was your girlfriend, you would never be bored." Brittany replied confidently.
The dark-haired woman blushed furiously, dropping her cigarette. Brittany smirked knowingly.
"Aw. You're blushing."
"I never blush."
Brittany giggled flirtatiously, kissing her on the cheek quickly and once Santana recovered from the stupor she put her in, she glared at her.
"Whoa, whoa look let's get one thing straight, Miss. Besides the fact that I'm not. I don't date little girls. Only hot-blooded women," Santana told her gruffly. "I like grown women."
"Same." Brittany replied without missing a beat.
For a second Brittany thought she had broken Santana as she stared at her in astonishment, her face flushing as her eyebrows raised.
"That's…" Santana shook her head as if clearing away her thoughts, "That's really not what you should be doing. You should be studying and I don't know… braiding Rachel's hair?"
"You don't have to be protective of me. I'm grown up. I know you're trying to protect my honour and it's cute and all but I know what I'm doing. I'm not Rachel."
"I don't think you do," Santana told her firmly. "You're the same age as my fucking sister… well her mental age is probably still twelve but you get the idea."
Brittany pouted, doing a twirl that showed off her legs and ass in the mini skirt that was so short that Rachel had begged her not to leave the house in it. "So you don't think I'm hot even in this outfit?"
She leaned in, trapping Brittany against the wall, caged between her arms and the blonde gasped, feeling the room suddenly get ten times hotter. "Your whole not so innocent school girl act is cute and all but this ends here. Stop chasing me."
Brittany stared at her defiantly. "Why? You're silly, Santana. I know you like me."
Santana stepped back, wagging a finger at her warningly. "You're really pushing it, you know that?"
"I could get you if I wanted you right now. It wouldn't even be hard." Brittany husked. "Easy as cake."
Santana was speechless at that.
"That's interesting. You can't be mean to me," Brittany smirked, flipping her hair over her shoulder sassily as she walked away while Santana remained silent. "It's really cute."
Maybe getting drunk off her face at her first college party at nineteen hadn't been her best idea but somehow, she had enough sense left to think of calling Santana to rescue her. There was no point in calling Rachel unless she wanted a lecture and the short girl still didn't have her license anyway.
"Fuck it's late," Surprisingly, Santana had picked up on the second ring. Brittany could tell that Santana had just woken up and she was trying to keep the volume down in the Schuester house as she spoke softly into the phone. "Brittany, are you okay?"
"I um…," Brittany's mind was drawing a blank but the sound of Santana's familiar rasp was strangely comforting. "I need you to um…"
"Where are you?" Santana cut in. Brittany hastily told her the address.
"Don't worry, stay where you are. I'll pick you up, Brittany."
Santana quickly arrived, her dark eyes widened with shock when she saw her and Brittany walked into her by accident, her vision blurring.
"I um…forgot to mention I strip when I drink…" Brittany slurred to Santana, who grabbed Brittany's blouse that was hanging off of a nearby lamp post.
"Hey hey, nothing to see here. Get your paws off of her!" Santana grunted at one frat boy who was getting way too handsy with Brittany while the blonde stumbled around in a pink, polka dot bra.
"Whoa, Britt. You're out of it." Santana took off her own jacket, wrapping it around the tall blonde to cover her and put her arm on her waist to lead her away. Brittany sighed, leaning into her and even nuzzled her neck, breathing in her scent. Santana shivered against her but surprisingly didn't pull away.
They remained in surprisingly comfortable silence throughout the car ride back, Brittany for some reason humming random pop songs under her breath and Santana kept a close watch on her the whole time, as if she was concerned about how drunk she was.
It made her feel all warm inside that Santana was so caring toward her even though she had every reason to be annoyed with her.
"Look, I don't make a habit of doing this," Santana mumbled, once they got into the Schuester's mansion. "But you're cute and I'm a sucker for damsels in distress."
"Okay," Brittany smiled dreamily, the room still spinning around her in bright colours. "You think I'm cute!"
Santana nearly tripped over her own feet at Brittany's words.
"Shh, keep it down, Brittany. Princess Perfect is asleep and believe me, we don't want to wake her up, lest she not get her twelve hours of beauty sleep…" Santana lowered her voice to a whisper while Brittany giggled. "It's probably better if you sleep in my room…"
Brittany raised her eyebrows, too drunk to do anything but cling to Santana's neck and chest with an eager expression that showed exactly what Brittany wanted to do with Santana in her room.
Santana just shook her head. "Uh uh uh, don't get any funny ideas, Sugar. I'll be sleeping on the couch. You're lucky you're pretty because Santana Lopez doesn't do this for just anyone."
Santana gave her a cup of water and gently led her up to her room so that she could sleep it off. She quickly cupped her hand over Brittany's mouth to stifle the giggle that came out of the blonde that was way too loud when she missed a few stairs and fell back into Santana's arms for the third time, almost toppling both of them. "Shhh calm down. Jesus, Britt you're lucky the 'rents are away for a few days."
Ordinarily she would have been over the moon at being in Santana Lopez's bedroom but at the moment, she was so plastered she could barely think.
"You're really pretty, Santana…" Brittany blurted, staring directly at the girl as her words slurred together. "Your ears are cute. I kinda wanna give you head."
Santana just stared at her, tilting her head to the side, completely confused and flustered. She nearly dropped her when she heard the last part of what she said. "Yeah yeah, Sugar. That's the booze talking. You need to lay down before you hurt yourself."
Santana gently helped her onto the mattress and Brittany passed out almost as soon as she laid her head on the pillow while Santana gently closed her bedroom door behind her.
Brittany groaned in pain as she woke up. It took her a moment to remember where she was and what had happened the night before. Santana's bed was so comfortable and had that musky, spicy Santana scent that had lulled her to sleep the night before but even the thought of that wasn't enough to dull her headache.
There was a soft knock on the door and then Santana hesitantly came in, watching her with concern as she sat on the edge of the bed. "You feeling okay, Baby Doll?"
Though she felt a rush of fondness towards the older girl at the sweet nickname, Brittany couldn't get any words out as a wave of nausea hit her and she darted into Santana's en suite bathroom, kneeling down and retching into the toilet.
Santana quickly came up behind her and pulled her long hair back, groaning as she rubbed Brittany's back soothingly with her free hand. She murmured comforting things into her ear and Brittany was so grateful for her support despite being so disoriented and embarrassed. Santana stroked her head.
"It's alright Britt, usually I'm the train wreck around here. I'll go get you some things to feel better. Be right back."
"Thanks. Sorry, Santana." Brittany croaked out weakly, dry heaving for a final time.
When she returned, Santana handed her a cup of tea and aspirin, along with some dry toast. "These will help. Believe me, I've been there."
She wrinkled her nose at the thought of eating but knew Santana was trying her best to help. Eventually Santana helped her back into bed so that she could rest. Brittany whimpered, even the simple movement sending a wave of discomfort and nausea through her.
"Shh I know. It's fine." Santana groaned, still stroking her hair. She didn't even fight it when Brittany laid her head on her shoulder, snuggling closer.
"You're so sweet."
Santana snorted disbelievingly. " That's something I've never been accused of before."
"You are, though and you smell really, really good." Brittany noticed Santana's heartbeat quicken as she shifted against her, squirming when Brittany pressed her face into her neck. "You feel good."
"Okay…" Santana cleared her throat awkwardly. Brittany took the medication and tried to eat a few bites of the toast.
Brittany eventually was lulled to sleep by Santana gently stroking her back and hair.
When she awakened, it felt like she had been out for a while.
"Feeling better?" Santana's soft voice filled her ears and she realized that she was still lying on her, though her head was now resting on her chest and Brittany had an arm wrapped around her, cuddling close to her.
She probably should have been ashamed and embarrassed about using Santana as a body pillow but she wasn't. Santana felt so warm and comforting.
"Much better," Brittany hummed into her shirt, yawning slightly. "What time is it?"
"It's 11 a.m., Beautiful."
"You stayed with me the whole time?" Brittany asked incredulously, feeling a surge of affection and gratitude towards Santana.
"I - I didn't want to wake you up," Santana replied, embarrassed. "You looked peaceful."
"You're officially the sweetest person in the universe." Brittany gushed and Santana looked away bashfully.
"So what do you say we go down to the pool, get our tan on?" Santana asked with a smirk, waggling her eyebrows as the afternoon came around. Brittany could think of nothing better.
Santana hadn't forced her to leave once she woke up, despite what others might have expected from the irritable woman. They had spent the last few hours just hanging out holed up in Santana's room, watching the dumbest reality TV shows they could find and practically tearing up with laughter. Brittany felt completely comfortable and at ease with her as if they had always been best friends.
There had always been that magnetism between them that was difficult to ignore and now it felt more intense than ever.
Once Brittany had managed to eat something significant that Santana cooked for her and showered, she felt a thousand times better. Santana sure knew how to help with hangovers and she even let Brittany wear her old t-shirt and sweatpants.
"Sure but I don't have a swimsuit." Brittany replied.
"You can borrow one of mine if you want. Rachel just texted me that she went out with her orca boyfriend just now. She won't even know you're here."
"That makes things a lot less awkward," Brittany said. Even though she wasn't ashamed of Rachel knowing she was hanging out with Santana, she didn't feel like explaining what had happened the night before. Rachel was sure to completely freak out about it all and Brittany just couldn't handle her best friend's drama and loudness. She just wanted to spend more time in Santana's company, all to themselves.
Santana's eyebrows shot up when Brittany returned from the adjoining bathroom wearing the tiny red bikini she had borrowed from her. Her cheeks were visibly flushed and the blonde smirked, admiring Santana's appearance in her own black bikini.
Seeing Santana's sculpted abs once again sent a jolt through the blonde. Santana avoided looking at Brittany's body, keeping her eyes focused ahead of her as they walked down to the pool in the Schuester's backyard.
Brittany took out the sunblock they had brought with them, applying it to her arms and legs then pouted. She knew she was probably crossing a huge line by asking Santana to do this for her but she decided to take that chance. "Can you get my back? I burn super easily, as you can probably tell and the lobster look just isn't good for me."
Santana hesitated for a long moment, her hands fumbling and nearly dropping it as Brittany passed the tube of sunblock to her. "O-okay…yeah, yeah okay."
Brittany lay flat out on her stomach on a pink fluffy beach towel spread out over the pool deck, feeling Santana get behind her with her knees bracketing Brittany's hips as she leaned over, gently placing her hands on her back. She slowly and gently rubbed the sunscreen into her pale, freckled skin. Brittany instantly felt a tingle run through her, shivering as Santana touched her skin, trailing her hands from the blonde's shoulders down to her lower back.
The tension became so strong it could be cut with a knife. She eventually turned over and sat up, their faces closer together than ever before.
"Britt, I…"
Brittany kissed her. Santana instantly kissed her back with the same level of urgency, sliding her tongue into her mouth. They separated for a moment to catch their breaths and eventually waded into the pool together. Santana's arms encircled her waist while Brittany wrapped her own arms around her shoulders as they continued to exchange heated kisses, standing in the shallow end of the pool.
"Mmm…I'm so wet for you…" Brittany hummed against her ear, after what felt like an eternity later when they finally pulled apart, bringing Santana's hand down between her legs to show her exactly how aroused she was. "I need you."
Santana froze for a second, pulling back from the kiss to look into Brittany's soft blue eyes.
"Britt… are you sure?"
Brittany nodded and moved Santana's hand into her bikini bottoms, making it clear exactly what she wanted as their gazes locked and she saw the lust in dark eyes that mirrored hers. She felt almost dizzy, unable to think of anything except how much she needed Santana inside of her as soon as possible. "More than sure. Take me, please."
Santana pushed the bikini bottoms aside without taking them off and trailed her fingertips along the wet seam of her, stroking through her and circling her entrance gently. Brittany whimpered, pleading with her for more. She easily pressed a finger into Brittany, both of them gasping at the feeling of the intrusion. Santana closed her eyes for a moment, relishing the feeling of her. Brittany was so wet and tight that it was difficult for her to even move. The blonde became impatient, canting her hips upwards to get more friction.
"S-Santana."
Santana was being driven insane by the sensation of Brittany fluttering and tightening around her. She pushed her up against the pool wall and went to work, pumping into her.
"That feels really good." Brittany breathed, her nails digging into Santana's back when she added a second, then third finger, stretching her and the blonde spread her legs further apart, one wrapping around Santana's shoulder in a show of flexibility, throwing her head back. "Oh wow…"
"You're so hot. I could do this forever." Santana purred, kissing a freckle on Brittany's pale shoulder and then another on her neck as she kept pumping steadily. Her thrusts became faster and Brittany clung to her neck, tiny breathy moans escaping her throat that were driving Santana to the brink. As much as she thought of herself as experienced, Brittany had never gone this far with a woman before.
"Can I take this off?" Santana asked, panting. Brittany nodded as Santana undid the knot on the back of her bikini top, quickly tossing it onto the deck and staring hungrily at what was revealed. Brittany began to slip her bottoms off as well, throwing them carelessly aside to float somewhere in the pool and somehow getting both parts of Santana's bikini off before the dark-haired girl realized she was doing that.
Everything suddenly felt much more intimate and sexy with both of them now fully in the nude, droplets of water dripping down Santana's dark skin that was shining in the bright sunlight.
Santana's eyes fell to her bouncing breasts and Brittany sighed, her hands threading into dark hair when Santana took her small, hardened pink nipple into her mouth, sucking gently, then moved to the other. Brittany bounced on her, riding her fingers and taking pleasure from them. She wasn't shy to be vocal about how much she was enjoying what they were doing, her lip curling in pleasure.
"Fuck, you're so sexy." Santana sucked in a breath, wondering how the blonde was managing to dominate this event so quickly even though Santana was the one doing most of the work. It was overwhelming.
Brittany let out an incoherent shriek when Santana placed her hands on her outer thighs and held up her long legs, encouraging her to wrap them around her waist as she re-entered her.
Santana went even deeper, circling her fingers and Brittany's toes curled. She tapped a spot within her that made Brittany cry out.
Brittany started to moan her name and Santana lifted her legs higher so that they were over her shoulders. She went the deepest she had been, smirking against her neck when Brittany shivered against her. Santana began to rub that perfect spot inside of her roughly and it wasn't long before Brittany fell apart spectacularly in her arms with a shriek of pleasure.
She arched her back, revealing the elegant expanse of her pale neck for Santana to plant kisses on and suck on the skin.
"Shh, shh…Babe…" Santana looked smug, panting as Brittany still kept rocking into her hand for a long moment, "Don't get me wrong, I've got no problem with the neighbours knowing what we're up to but the entire state of Ohio probably just heard you come."
At the sound of someone screaming nearby, Santana yelped and just about leapt on top of Brittany comically with a panicked expression, hugging her close to hide the blonde's nude form from whoever was seeing them.
"Who's there? Santana, is that you?" A voice that sounded vaguely like Rachel called out.
Santana froze for a moment. Brittany whined, moving her hips and her muscles clenched. She gasped and dug her nails in her shoulders, hoping that Santana would remember what she needed. "San, please."
"I'm not stopping." Santana smirked cockily and moved her fingers at an angle that made a whimper leave Brittany's throat. Brittany's head fell back as she closed her eyes, feeling her second orgasm already starting to get close. It was so difficult to care about anyone else walking in on them when Santana was doing everything right and building her up so perfectly again. Maybe she had an exhibitionist kink or something.
Santana turned them so that her back was hiding Brittany from view.
"Omg! I can't believe you two!" Rachel's voice was unmistakable as she ranted to them from the driveway twenty feet away.
Brittany and Santana looked at each other. There was no way to really hide that they were fully nude and fucking in the Schuester's pool. Brittany found it difficult to think about anything other than Santana being three fingers deep inside of her.
"Fuck it. We're not stopping. They know what we're doing anyway." Santana murmured, her hips rocking into Brittany's thigh. Just the sight of Brittany orgasming was enough to bring her seconds away from coming herself. Brittany's moans increased in volume, making Santana thrust harder and it didn't take long before she was shrieking her name again into Santana's neck.
They got their bikinis back on and the walk of shame in front of Rachel and Finn who were just watching them in the living room with their mouths dropped open, horrified expressions on their faces while the two other girls struggled to hold back their laughter, was one of the most awkward experiences Santana had ever had but it was totally worth it.
"Whoa, Lady!" Santana yelped as Brittany practically tossed her on the bed and got on top of her, bouncing on her lap once they got back up to Santana's bedroom, grinding into her. Santana was still completely turned on and hadn't been able to reach a climax thanks to Rachel interrupting them. "Not that I'm not…enjoying this and believe me I'd have a boner the size of the Eiffel Tower right now if I had the equipment for that but... are you sure?"
"Santana, you just fucked me in the pool twice." Brittany deadpanned.
"So I have this thing where sometimes I think with my lady parts instead of my brain. Gets me into trouble sometimes."
"Looks like you're still thinking with them." Brittany had a hint of a smirk on her face as her gaze dropped to the wet patch on Santana's bottoms. They were practically ruined.
"Th- that's from the pool…"
Brittany giggled, smirking at the way Santana gasped and yelped when she slid her hand into her bikini bottoms without warning, finding her indescribably wet.
Santana practically knocked her off of her, bucking up hard as her breath hitched when Brittany began playing with her clit, trying different touches to figure out what felt good for Santana. Santana couldn't think or breathe.
"You know, you're the first girl who ever did that to me…" Brittany sighed happily, kissing Santana's cheek. Santana stiffened up, her expression darkening as she put her hands on Brittany's hip, tightening her grip to still her. "I'm so glad it was you."
Santana's expression turned serious, her brows knitting together and she gently but firmly pushed Brittany's hand away.
"Whoa, Britt, why didn't you tell me that first? If I had known I was your first time I would have made that all special and romantic for you. You know, flowers, lighted candles, rose petals and all that shit." She complained.
"Don't be dumb, Santana. I wanted you to make love to me and I asked you for it and it was perfect. You can make it up to me now." Brittany stated confidently.
"Whoa…you're really…" Santana whimpered, panting at the things Brittany was doing to her with her fingers in a very sensitive area when her hand resumed its previous position. It was embarrassing how easily she slipped into her. This time, Santana didn't push her away.
Brittany smirked, not stopping what she was doing and Santana arched her back, bucking up into her hand and squealing as her hands came up to cup Brittany's breasts desperately.
Her soft fingers touched a deeper part of her and Santana saw stars, shaking all over in just a few seconds. "Fuck- you really know how to get me g-going… wait- wait - whoa… I'm gonna come. Fuck, Britt I'm coming!"
It took a while for her to recover from that and Brittany looked over at her smugly, thrilled when Santana playfully glared at her then pushed her back against the bed and the two began to make love to each other all over again. They worshipped each other in that much less frantic, more romantic way Santana had envisioned their first time being.
"Yes, yes, yes…oh, Santana!"
Other than them officially becoming girlfriends not long after the pool incident, getting strap on fucked into oblivion by Santana, face down on the Latina's silky black sheets while she screamed in pleasure into a pillow was probably the single best thing that had ever happened to her.
Brittany suddenly felt herself seconds away from coming, reaching behind to grab Santana's hip to hold her in place when she kept hitting that perfect spot that made Brittany feel like she could see all these colours behind her eyes.
Then she heard it. A sob and a tremble that she picked up on through Santana's aroused grunts and moans. Santana starting to tremble and cry on top of her in the middle of giving Brittany her third orgasm of the night wasn't exactly what she had expected.
Brittany struggled to keep focus, panting and distracted by the endorphins, squeezing Santana's ass to remind her of what she needed and Santana pitched into her hard, sending her flying over the edge.
"W-wait…" She got out in between moans somehow as she spasmed against Santana and heard her groan into her neck. "A-are you okay? Do we… need to stop?"
"No, wait," Santana sobbed, laying fully on top of her back and kissing her neck at the same time as she held onto her tiny waist. Brittany pushed her ass back into her thrusts and Santana's hands fisted into the sheets on either side of her head tightly as that seemed to be her undoing. It didn't take long before she was whining her orgasm into Brittany's neck. "I'm gonna come…fuck, ugh… oh, oh Britt!"
Brittany gasped as Santana clung to her tightly, her hips jerking against her for a moment before she collapsed against her back, panting. Santana lay there for a full minute as they caught their breaths, pressing a few chaste kisses to Brittany's neck and then carefully rolled off of her, Brittany whining softly as she carefully removed the strap on from inside of her.
"Baby, are you okay?" Brittany asked, sitting up and taking Santana's face into her hands gently as looked down at her in concern, rubbing her thumb over her cheek. Getting cried on by someone who was penetrating her was a new experience for her, yet the sex had still been amazing somehow. Actually, better than amazing. Maybe crying needed to be part of their routine. "Did I do something wrong?"
"No, no you were perfect…more than perfect," Santana sniffed but her face crumpled and she hid it in Brittany's neck, her body shaking against her with racking sobs. Brittany could only hold her in her arms, stroking her long hair. "I just… you're so good, you're too good for me."
"Sweetie, what do you mean?" Brittany stroked her hair and back soothingly. Santana was just so emotional but it was sweet. "You can talk to me."
"No one wanted me, Britt. I was just the delinquent who vandalized cars, and stole and had a bad attitude. The parents who took me had no hopes for me…they never cared about me…"
"Oh Santana," Brittany cooed, pushing Santana's face against her chest. She didn't know how to make Santana's troubled past any better. "Those people are idiots. They don't know what they're missing. I love you so much."
"You do?" Santana stared at her in amazement while Brittany just smiled at her, nodding.
"I- I love you too."
Santana began to kiss her neck and Brittany held her tightly in her arms, falling back on the bed with her blonde hair fanned out on the black silk pillowcase as things began to heat up between them quickly again.
Rachel's first official date with a boy ended with the short girl in tears, after discovering that the footballer and his friends had been laughing at Rachel the whole time and he had only agreed to go out with her because it was their idea of a joke. What made it worse was that it happened on the brunette's birthday.
Finn and Santana both stiffened, infuriated looks on both of their faces but she reacted before he did when they saw the jock in the college's parking lot the next day after classes had finished. Santana rounded on him, her eyes flashing with fury and shoved him back hard, grabbing him by the neck.
"Look, Buster, you don't know me. I will beat your fucking skull in if you dare hurt my little sister again. Sure, she's lame and she acts like she's twelve but she's way too fucking good for you and if you dare think about messing with my family again I will ends you, Lima Heights style. Got it?"
He whimpered, nodding quickly and scurried away as soon as Santana let him go. "You know, Orca, you have my full permission to beat his pathetic ass now, just so you know."
Finn did as Santana suggested and they were certain that the punk would never mess with the short brunette again, after getting his lights punched out by a guy who was the size of a freight train.
Rachel was staring at Santana in shock and gratitude. "Thank you…Santana. You really…you did that for me?"
"Yeah whatever just don't get all weepy on me, Hobbit." Santana cleared her throat and mumbled, clearly embarrassed.
"I asked you not to call me that, Santana," Rachel replied, though she was still smiling, "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to celebrate my birthday with the people I care about."
"What, with your non-existent friends?" Santana teased. "You've only got two."
"You don't have any friends either!" Rachel's temper flared once again, puffing out her cheeks.
"Yeah but I have connections , Rachie."
"Why do you even still call me that?" Rachel pouted, snarling under her breath about the kinds of "connections" Santana had. "Rachie is a chubby thirteen year old girl."
"Ha! Like Rachel's any cooler," Santana snorted. "That's right, Rachie. You were a cute widdle thirteen year old with a baby face."
"Shut up right now or I'm telling Mom!" Rachel hit Santana a few times lightly as Santana kept dodging her, sticking her tongue out at Rachel and taunting her.
"What, you were cute as a little girl, okay? Our widdle peanut. Then you grew up. That doesn't hurt. You hit like a cat and your arms are too short to reach me. Ha! You missed again!"
"You guys don't even hate each other," Brittany finally commented with a laugh. "This is stupid."
"Fine, maybe I don't hate her too much," Santana agreed with a smirk.
Santana and Rachel did something strange and Brittany was surprised the world didn't split open or turn upside down on itself. They hugged for approximately ten seconds as Finn and Brittany stared at them in shock. Santana was red-faced when they broke apart and made a disgusted expression at Rachel who was beaming at her with sisterly love.
"Don't tell anyone about this ever or I'll deny it." Santana whispered as Finn and Brittany smirked at her. "That's the last time that's ever gonna happen."
"You're really cute." Brittany sighed, kissing her cheek. The blonde leaned into her and wrapped her arm around her. This eventually turned into Brittany practically jumping on her and kissing the breath out of her as Santana struggled to hold her up. "Ridiculously cute."
"Please tell me you guys aren't going to just makeout all the time now," Rachel grimaced, which of course made Santana kiss Brittany harder, moaning into her mouth on purpose.
"You know, aside from your wild bedroom activities, which I don't want to have the misfortune of hearing - or seeing - again I think I can actually accept this." Rachel eventually smiled. "I like how you act around her, Santana."
"Yeah, well you're gonna have to accept it because there's no one in this universe that can stop that girl from getting into my pants." Santana smirked at Brittany adoringly.
"Ugh." Rachel groaned.
"Actually, Rachie, there's someone who has something to say to you, isn't that right, Whale Boy?" Santana clapped him on the back so hard that Finn nearly jumped out of his skin. He turned to Rachel nervously. "C'mon, don't chicken out, Sasquatch…remember what I told you… " Santana whispered harshly.
"Um… Rachel, I really like you," Finn looked away awkwardly. "As more than friends… and I'd like it if we um…Rachel will you go out with me?"
Rachel's eyes went big and she hugged him. "Yes, yes I would love that."
Santana grunted in distaste, turning to Brittany, chivalrously holding her arm out for the blonde to loop hers through. "As horrifying as this is to watch, my work here is clearly done. Shall I escort you to your carriage, M'Lady?"