"Brit…." I breathe out as I look around the living room.
"Bonjour!" She says happily as she grabs my hand and pulls me into a tight hug before she kisses me on each cheek.
"Bonjour." I reply back to her, still in shock.
"Can I see you passport please ma'am?" Brittany states with a serious face.
"I don't carry it on me Brit, it's put up." I tell her.
"Hmmmm, that may cause a problem because I can't let you in without it." She replies while looking around and then dropping my hands.
I laugh as she cocks her head to the side and frowns. "Well, maybe you can grab it for me then?" I suggest. "I can tell you exactly where it is in the bedroom."
Brittany quickly shakes her head. "I don't want to rummage through your personal things."
"It's not rummaging Brit, it's just in the drawer under my leggings in a red box." I tell her with a smile.
"I have a better idea." Brittany says with a smile as she pulls a small black book out of her back pocket. "Why don't you use this one instead?" She says as she hands me the book, which has a picture of us on the cover of it. It was a picture we took together on one of our midnight strolls through Central Park. Brittany is on my back, holding me tightly around the neck as I look up at her and smile; she's looking down at me with the biggest smile ever, it may sound sappy but we look so in love in the picture. We were on one of our "dork dates". We dubbed the name "dork dates" one night when we decided to dress completely alike, from head to toe, and go for a walk. We ended up on a scavenger hunt that Brittany made up as we went along, so I had no clue what we were looking for. One of items on Brit's imaginary list was for me to run through the park with her on my back, and then get a complete stranger, that was wearing a red coat, to take our picture. After 20 minutes of me running through the cold, we finally found an older woman who was walking her dog to take our picture. Our faces are completely glowing, I don't know if it's from the moon, or the freezing temperature, or the love we have for each other but it's definitely one of my favorite pictures of us. I have a copy in my phone and look at it all the time. That was definitely one of the best nights with Brit, I love when we just let everything go and goof off with one another.
"What is this?" I ask her as I run my hand over the small book and look up at her.
"That is your special "Brittana" passport. You'll need it to get you in quite a few places." Brittany explains as she picks up a date stamp from the table by the front door and stamps the first page, she writes Paris in a heart underneath and hands it back to me.
"What's Brittana?" I ask her slowly with a smile.
"It's a mashup of our names, like Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie are Brangela, and ummm, Ben Affleck and Jennifer Garner are Bennifer, and Kim K and Kanye are Kimye." She explains. "I came up with Santittany for us too, but the word tit is in there." She blushes.
"Wanky but I like it." I laugh out. "Brittana works for me though." I tell her.
"Welcome to Paris, Santana." She says with a smile as she grabs my hand and leads me further into the living room, which is covered in white felt on the floor, there are 2 white satin pillows on top of a pallet Brit put together on the floor, and there are white lights everywhere. Brittany has a huge replica Eiffel Tower, which I'm scared to ask how much it cost and where she got from, right in the middle of the living room. She has lights streaming through it as well and there is a neon sign on the wall that is blinking Paris.
"This is magical Brit." I tell her as she takes my coat off me. "Where's the furniture?" I then ask when I don't see the coffee table, TV, or sectional.
"Everything is tucked in the bedrooms." She says quietly.
"Ok." I nod never taking my eyes of the Eiffel Tower.
"I wanted to have French food, but it's kind of late so I skipped that, hope you aren't mad." She asks shyly.
"No, this is perfect Brit." I tell her. "I could never get mad over that when you did all of this."
"I figured we could lay under the stars and sleep next to the Eiffel Tower tonight." Brittany explains. "The other night when we watched that travel show you mentioned how romantic it would be to sleep under the Eiffel Tower, and look up at the stars. So tonight we are."
"The stars?" I ask her.
She turns the lamp off in the living room and points to the ceiling where there are stars of all sizes glowing. I don't know what to say so I hug her tightly and kiss her. "I love you so much." I tell her.
"I love you too." She winks at me. "I did get us French wine, I'll grab some glasses. Wait right here. Don't move." She calls over her shoulder as she skips to the kitchen. I stare at her as she walks away and shake my head. I'm beyond lucky.
"Chef?" I call out as I look around for him.
He peeps around a corner at me and comes running full speed. I bend down and rub his back and laugh at the little beret Brit put on him. "So you're in Paris with us too, huh?" I ask him with a smile as he licks my fingers.
Brittany comes back with 2 glasses of wine and holds one out to me. "Here San."
"Thank you." I reply as I take a sip. "This is good."
"You like it?" She asks.
I nod as I take another sip. "Yeah, I do babe, good choice."
"Do you want to sit under the Eiffel Tower with me?" She asks so sweetly that only a fool would say no.
"Of course." I reply as she hands Chef a bone, or more like a bribe, and he scurries away to enjoy his treat.
Brittany sits down first and opens her legs in a V and pats the space between them. I sit down between her legs and lean back on her chest. She instantly wraps her arms around my waist and hugs me tightly while placing soft kisses on my neck. "I know I freaked you out when I didn't show up or answer your texts or phone calls." She starts while rubbing my sides slowly up and down. "I'm sorry for that, I just wanted to surprise you."
"I did freak out a little." I tell her as I turn my head to look at her. She raises her eyebrow and cocks her head to the side. "Ok, I completely freaked out." I laugh when she smiles. "I just don't know what I do if something happened to you, Brit." I say softly while leaning back on her chest again. "But it was a beautiful surprise, so it was well worth it."
"I do have one more surprise and I know you'll yell but let me explain it first." She tells me as she takes a sip of her wine.
"Ok." I tell her.
"Lift up the pillow." She instructs me while pointing to one of the white satin pillows she has on the floor.
I lean forward and lift the pillow up and spot a white envelope.
"Open it up."
I open the envelope and pull out 2 plane tickets to Paris.
"Before you tell me it's too much money, or you can't accept the gift, or that you need to pay for your own ticket, hear me out." Brittany tells me.
"Ok." I whisper out as I turn around so I can face her.
"I was born in Paris, lived there until I was 6, you remember me telling you that right?" She asks while grabbing my hands.
I nod. "Of course, you told me the first day you came over here and we hung out."
"Right," Brittany smiles. "It's a part of me that I want you to see, where I was born, the house I lived in, the school I went to, the park I played at, the bakery my mom would get me treats after school from. I want you to know all of me, San, not just the New York Brittany." She says while locking eyes with me. "This is my way of opening a part of my heart and my past that I haven't let anyone else into before. You live there all alone, in that part of my heart San, I only want you there."
"Wow..." I tell her as I feel tears form in my eyes. I'm not a crier but some of the things that Brittany says and does for me have been turning on the water works in me lately.
"I love you so much Santana, and I want to take you Paris with me so I can share a part of myself with you." Brittany finishes. "Will you come?"
I smile at her. "I would love to go to Paris with you, baby." I tell her as I lean forward and kiss her softly on the lips. I feel Brittany's tongue graze my bottom lip and I part my lips to allow her to deepen the kiss. She moans softly as she rolls her tongue around my mouth and I run my fingers through her hair as I pull her head closer.
"Thank you." She says when the kiss breaks. "I promise we will have so much fun, we can do all the touristy stuff you want to do, and I can show you some of cool stuff that the locals do, that they don't tell the tourist about." She beams.
"So I get the inside scoop?" I tease as I take a sip of wine.
Brittany nods and winks at me. "Yes ma'am." She grabs my hands again. "I booked the tickets for March, we're going for a week and half, the hotel is already paid for. I know you like to pay for things as well, so here." She states as she pulls out a white sheet of paper from the envelope with the plane tickets in it.
"What's this?" I ask her as hands me the paper.
"It's a list of different events and attractions going on in Paris during the time we'll be there, also a list of restaurants close to the hotel, and some not so close." She explains. "You and Google are best friends, so you research any of these things before we go, and if you want, you can take me there." She says with a shrug.
I look over the list and smile. Brittany can't be human, there's no way. Here again she plans this extravagant, probably super expensive trip, yet she finds a way, like always, to let me help or take the lead on something so I don't feel like a charity case. She has to be some type of angel or something, no one person can be this caring, attentive, giving, humble, just…..it's not possible.
"Thanks, baby." I tell her. "You know I'm going to start researching these places right away."
"Oh, I know." She laughs. "If you have any questions, just ask me okay. It doesn't have to be surprise when we get there. I'll still act surprised." She adds with a wink. "How's this for a surprised face?" She makes the cutest faces for probably 3 minutes, and we decided that faces 3 and 12 were the best before she has me practice my surprise faces as well.
After we finish the wine, and take more about Paris, with my main concern being while we are gone, who would watch Chef? We decided to leave him with Mercedes, not that I don't trust Quinn, but Chef seems to like Cedes more, and she actually plays with him, unlike Quinn who just gives him treat after treat. I know Mercedes will walk him and she actually likes Lord Tubs and vice versa. I'm more than positive Lord Tubs and Quinn hate each other.
Brittany takes the glasses and the bottle to the kitchen and lies down next to me on the pallet. We stare at the stars on the ceiling in silence when I reach my hand over and grab Brittany's to lift to my face and kiss.
"How do you come up with these ideas?" I ask her. "This is so cool."
I feel Brittany shrug next to me. "I pay attention to you, I remember the little things you think you are mumbling to yourself, but I always hear."
"So the stars…"
"So the stars are from the night we watched Chopped and one of the contestants stated that their daughters room had stars on the ceiling, you mentioned how amazing that must look." Brittany says as I turn my head to look at her and see she's looking at me. "I pay attention to you San, just like I know you pay attention to everything I say and do as well."
I nod. "I really do Brit." I blush. "I remember you mentioned that your grandfather always put cinnamon and brown sugar in your oatmeal, so whenever make it for you for breakfast I always do the same."
Brittany's eyes lit up. "I thought it tasted like his, I thought it was all in my mind."
"I heard you mention to someone on the phone, not that I was eavesdropping, you were just loud that day." I start to laugh out when she turns red. "I remember you mentioning that your mom would buy a certain type of lemonade, so I always get that brand now, so you don't feel as homesick, or at least you feel like you're a little closer to your mom, I know it sounds stupid."
"No, it doesn't." Brittany says with a smile. "I wondered why you suddenly switched brands but I thought maybe you just like the taste better."
I shake my head. "I did it for you."
Brittany quickly blushes and kisses my forehead. "Thank you, I hate being away from my family, but you make it easier every day, by doing little things like that, and just by being you." She adds.
I smile at her and let out a contented sight. "These pillows are soft, baby." I tell her.
"You like them?" She asks as she lifts her head and pats it with her hand. "I was thinking we can get this brand for the penthouse."
"Works for me, it's like I'm laying on a cloud right now." I tell her as I briefly close my eyes.
"Cool, we can get some more." She says as she lays back down, but on my pillow this time and kisses my neck while she tangles her legs in mine and rests her hand on my side. I turn my head and catch her lips as I cup her face and deepen the kiss.
Brittany sits up and begins to unbutton my blouse as she kisses a trail down my body leaving a wet kiss with every button she opens. Once she has my shirt open she runs her hand slowly up and down my abs while looking deep in my eyes.
"I love you, boo." I tell her.
"Boo?" She asks while cocking her head to side.
I laugh. "I thought I would try something new, everyone says baby ."
"Can I call you cookie?" She asks as she unclasps my bra and begins to massage my breast, never breaking eye contact with me.
"Cookie?" I ask her while raising an eyebrow.
"Or muffin?" She says with a big smile.
"So you want to call me a food?" I laugh out.
Brittany nods while rubbing my left nipple with her thumb before sliding her hand down to my skirt and sliding it down with my tights and panties all in one fluid motion.
"Well you are a chef right?" She teases.
"I like cookie and muffin." I tell her as her hand grazes my core as she runs it back up my body.
"I can call you my peach, or my biscuit, or…." She starts to list off as she leans down and kisses me chastely on the lips.
"Hmmm." I say while I sit up to shrug off my blouse and bra. I then lift Brittany's sweater off of her and kiss her breasts softly before unclasping her bra and placing butterfly kisses on her neck.
"Can I call you my angel?" I ask her.
Brittany begins to run her hands up and down my sides again as I lean her down and unbutton her jeans. She nods and bites her bottom lip as I slip her pants and thong off of her.
"Let's work on pet names for each other in the morning." She suggests as she pulls me down on her and kisses me. She runs her hands down my back slowly and latches on to my butt and rests them there as I deepen the kiss.
"Sounds go to me." I moan out when the kiss breaks momentarily for air. "C-can we try something new?" I ask her slowly as I sit up so I'm straddling her.
"Sure." She says. "What do you want to try?"
"Well, Q and I went to this sex shop a while back, she wanted to get some stuff for her and Sam, and I bought something, I don't know why, but I felt like I had to get something, but I thought it might be kind of interesting, or maybe fun, or pleasurable, but if you aren't into that kind of thing…." I start to ramble out when Brittany lifts her finger to my mouth.
"You're rambling, Cookie." She laughs out. "Did that work?"
I laugh. "I liked it."
"It felt weird." She says softly while squeezing my sides. "What do you want to try?"
I hop up and run to the hall closet and come back with a box and hand it to her.
Brittany sits up and opens the box. "It's a strap-on." She says with wide eyes.
"We don't have to use it if you don't want to." I say sheepishly, I'm damn near embarrassed right now.
"Let's use it." Brittany smiles as she takes it out of the box. "Do you want me to wear it or do you want to wear it."
"I would prefer to wear it, if that's ok." I say quickly.
"Ok." She smiles before leaning over and kissing me softly. "Just relax." She tells me. "Let me help you put it on."
After we figure out how to put the harness part together, Brit slips in the dildo and helps me step into it and pull it up. I notice once it's on that there's a little piece rubbing on my clit. I look down and shrug. I guess whoever wears it should get in on the action too. I then reach in the bag and pull out this warming lube I bought that's flavored and edible that day as well.
"Can I?" Brittany asks while taking the bottle out of my hand, she squirts a little in her hand and begins to rub down the dildo while it's still attached to me. "It smells good." She says happily.
"It's mango." I tell her. "I love the fruit, so I thought this would be just as good, probably better since it's on you."
Brittany quickly blushes. "Can I call you my mango?" She asks.
I laugh. "I don't know about that one, angel." I say shyly.
Brittany pulls my hands down so I back on my knees and kisses me slowly. She starts to kiss a trail down my neck to my breasts where she quickly takes one in her mouth and sucks and nips and twirls her tongue around my nipple. I feel like I'm about to climax right then and there.
"Lay back Brit." I tell her.
She nods and lays down as I spread her legs open and bend down to lick her core. I want to make sure she's super wet and ready. I build a great rhythm licking through her folds while humming softly. "Are you ready?" I ask her.
"Yeah I am." She smiles.
I slowly start to enter the dildo inside off of her, stopping whenever her breath hitches. "Are you ok?" I ask quickly.
She nods. "Keep going San."
I continue to fill her up until I'm all the way then I slowly come back out. I start with long slow strokes while I hold onto her hips and stare into her eyes; I want to be absolutely sure I'm not hurting her in any way. I see her eyes roll in the back of her head while she grabs my thighs and squeezes so I pick up the pace and start to move faster in and out of her.
"Oh God!" Brittany screams out when I find a comfortable rhythm. I lean down and kiss her while moaning myself, because the piece inside of me is hitting me perfectly.
"Brit." I pant out as I begin to move faster in her. "Brit."
Brittany must be enjoying it because she begins to rock back into me now, which puts extra pressure on the piece inside of me making me moan louder. I lift her leg over my shoulder for a new angle and so I could to thrust as fast as I can inside of her. Luckily Brit is flexible and I still can lean on her and kiss her.
"Fuck." I grunt out as I position my arms on her sides to hold me steady. "Oh, oh, oh, oh." I cry out as my arms tense and begin to shake.
I see Brittany is turning a soft shade of pink so I know she's close as well. I begin to roll my hips slower in a figure 8 motion while I lean down and kiss Brittany passionately. I let her take control of the kiss when I feel her nails sink into my back.
"I'm coming!" She screams out and with one last thrust we both come undone as I collapse on her panting heavily while I try to find my breath.
"Wow…." I breathe out as I slide out of her and lay next to her quickly pulling her back into another kiss.
"Wow is right." Brittany smiles as she pushes me on my back and climbs on me. "Round 2?" She asks with a smirk. She settles on the dildo and begins to slowly rock and bounce it.
I know we are in for a long night.
LINEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
6am
I wake up to Chef barking nonstop at the front door. I slightly open my eyes and glance at the door before snuggling closer to Brittany and exhaling.
"Open the door Santana and Brittany!" I hear Quinn yell out from the other side.
"Go away." I say sleepily as Brittany pulls me closer and holds me tighter. Have I mentioned how much I love when she holds me tight in her sleep?
"Fine, I'm coming in." Quinn yells out as I hear keys jingling.
"We are laying naked on the living room floor." Brittany laughs softly in my ear. "She can't just walk in and see us like this."
"This is our home." I tell her. "We can walk around naked all day if we want."
"We should do that one day." Brittany suggests.
I open my eyes and laugh. I lean forward and kiss her. "I love you."
"I love you too, muffin." She winks before kissing me on the nose just as Quinn walks in.
"Gross!" She yells out. "You're having sex."
"No we aren't. Well not anymore and we're covered." I tell her with a smile.
"Just barely." Mercedes laughs as I glance down at the thin sheet we have over us. She spots a blanket on the floor and tosses it on us.
"Thanks." Brittany says happily.
"To what do we owe this interruption?" I ask as Quinn tosses my blouse to me. I roll my eyes and put it on as Brittany reaches for her sweater and slips it on.
"Is this the Eiffel Tower?" Mercedes asks as her jaw drops. "Damn, Brit, why didn't I get with you?" She teases.
"Because as you said in high school you're strictly dickly ." Brittany laughs.
"Damn right." Mercedes laughs. "What type of kinky shit happened in here last night?" She asks as she kicks the box with the XXX on it and the bottle of mango lube to the side. It was then that I realized I still had the harness on.
"Shit." I whisper softly in Brittany's ear.
"What?" She asks while turning her head. I slip my hand under the blanket and grab the dildo and run it against her leg. "Oh…" She whispers. "Quinnie, can you and Mercedes make us some coffee, well San some coffee?"
"I'll make breakfast." Quinn suggests.
"NO!" We all yell out.
"What?" Quinn asks while turning around and shaking her leg as Chef begins to chew on her pants legs like always.
"Why don't I make breakfast, we need to get on the road in an hour, so you two need to get dressed." Mercedes states.
"On the road?" I ask.
"I'm guessing you haven't checked your phone?" Quinn says while rolling her eyes.
"I had better things to do." I reply as I kiss Brittany on the cheek.
"So cute." Mercedes smiles while picking up Chef and cuddling him.
"Sam's father got you a catering gig upstate, it's a 2 hour drive, they gave you $2000 cash up front to shop for food, and they're paying you $5000." Quinn rattles off. "So get up, Cedes and I are going as your crew to help you serve and whatnot, and I assumed Brit would be in for helping." I glance at Brittany who quickly nods. "You're cooking for 20 people, 20 of the richest and most prominent people in New York, so you need to be on your A game, babe."
"$5000!" I scream out as I jump up, completely forgetting about everything, including what I'm wearing.
"San!" Brittany laughs out as everyone focuses their attention on my friend between my legs.
"Oh shit!" I say as I grab the blanket and quickly wrap it around my waist, which did nothing but make it worse since my little friend still stood at full attention.
"I'm going to throw up." Quinn says as she runs to the kitchen.
"Yall are some freaks." Mercedes screams out while laughing as she grabs Chef's leash. "Let's go outside little guy."
Brittany stands up and pulls me into a hug. "Are you okay?"
I laugh softly as I lean into her chest. "My $5,000 check will dry my tears later."
"Why don't we use this one last time before we get ready?" She whispers to me while raising her eyebrow and leading me to the bedroom.
