Chapter 21: The McMansion
I let out a steady breath, looking up at the huge house.
It was fairly modern in design, in terms of the usual building style favored in Lima. This was definitely the fancy area of town, and a different world from the part of Lima Heights that I lived in. I used through this area pretty often going backwards and forwards from Sugar's place, but hadn't really given much thought as to who else could possibly live here.
I had instantly started to regret agreeing to come over to Santana's house when she asked me about it after the day we spent working on my motorcycle. It had completely skipped my mind, somehow, that Santana's parents also lived in Santana house.
Parents didn't like me. Unless you could count Puckerman's mother, but she was already well versed in dealing with her pain-in-the-ass son. I had completely misunderstood the gravity of being around Santana's parents. With the way Santana's face lit up, it was obvious that it really meant a lot to her. She was close with her parents, which was odd for me to think about.
"Really!... Are you sure?" Santana had asked me, after she initially approached the idea of me coming over to her house. "My parents will be there.. Both of them. My dad won't be on call,"
I hadn't really thought about that part.. Meeting the parents. I had heard about them, sure.. But I wasn't exactly sure what Santana had told them about it. About what I was like, or what I looked like. Santana was very clean, modest and quiet. I was the opposite.
"I guess," I shrugged, feeling my walls come back up. If they hated me, they hated me. It wasn't something I was not used to at this point.
"Hey," Santana whispered, reaching out to take my hand in her own. "They're gonna like you, I promise. They like everyone,"
I let out a snort, but when our eyes met, I knew that Santana meant it.
"I haven't told them anything. Just that you're my friend that I tutor. So...:" Santana continued with a small shrug.
I felt bad. I wasn't anywhere near ready to come out about anything at school and face all that judgement.. To be open about being more than just a bitch. But being like this at my home was nice. Santana was so authentically herself all the time, and that really made her braver than I had ever been. But here I was, making her hide things at school and at home. My home was my sanctuary, but Santana's could no longer be hers.
"You should tell them," The words left my lips before I could talk myself out of it. "About us. You should tell your parents,"
Santana was quiet for a long moment, her fingers gently tangling with mine. I could tell that she was trying not to let her face break into a huge grin. Her lip was pulled between her teeth, stifling how pleased she felt.
So here I was, climbing out of my beat up truck outside of Santana's place to spend the day with her. In that huge house. With her parents.
Fuck.
My hand lingered on the truck door handle after pushing it shut. I wasn't sure that I could go through with the day. It seemed fine and dandy when I was just thinking about it, but actually being here was another story. The idea that everything could go perfectly just was not realistic. Especially in the way my life seemed to pan out for me.
I was about to hop back in my truck when the front door swung open. Santana stepped out onto the steps, face light with a huge smile as she waved at me.
With a face like that, how could I leave? It really wasn't fair.
"I heard you pulling up," Santana smiled, walking over to me. My hand fell from the door handle when her arms wrapped around my neck to pull me into a hug. That was all it took for my anxiety to lessen, my own arms snaking around her waist.
"You and all your neighbors," I sighed, cursing the loudness of the old engine. I had wanted to ride the motorcycle now that she was back in action, but something told me that it wouldn't have been a good decision if I wanted to make a good impression. Though, I'm not sure why I was really attempting to try all that much. What you saw was what you got with me.
They were probably going to hate me.
Santana chuckled as she took my hand and led me into the house. It was as grand looking on the inside as it was on the outside. Like something straight out of a television show, but still filled with the loveliness of a family home. A wall was decorated in framed pictures of Santana, throughout her school years and with various awards. She was a child to be proud of - that much was obvious with the show off.
"Come on," Santana urged, pulling me away from the photographs and towards a sleek and modern kitchen. Sat at the island countertop was a woman who held a striking resemblance to Santana. She was older, but certainly didn't quite look old enough to be the mother of a teenager. Her black hair was half held up, the rest falling in loose curls. She looked up at us, greeting with a large, warm smile.
"Well, Hello! You must be Brittany. You can call me Maribel," The woman stood up to walk over and offer her hand for me to shake. She radiated kindness, and the relief washed over me almost instantly.
"Uh… Yeah, hi," I stuttered back, hyper sensitive that Santana was still clutching to my other hand. Her mom didn't seem to care, but it wasn't as though her daughter being gay was news to her. I knew that Santana had told her the truth about who I was to her, and where I fit into her life, so I was expecting questions or judgement.
"Santana has told us quite a lot about you. We are so glad she has you in her life," Maribel smiled, very sincere. It was perhaps the first time anyone had probably ever said anything like that about me. I was used to being the one people wished they never met.
"Mom.." Santana sighed, turning to hide her face against my bicep.
"Really, we are both very happy," Maribel smiled, looking to the side as a man strode into the room. He was just as attractive as she was, with kind eyes and a well groomed appearance.
"Ahh, finally! We've been looking forward to meeting you. My little girl has been singing your praises since she told us you were just a tutee. But a father knows best.. I knew you caught her eye," He greeted with a gravely, but well spoken tone. "Dr. Carlos Lopez. Carlos is just fine,"
I shook his hand in turn, shifting a little on my feet.
"We're going to go up to my room now," Santana insisted, moving to pull me out of the kitchen.
"Door open, Santana," Maribel grinned with a glint in her eye, making Santana groan.
"Mom!"
I let out a low laugh at Santana's efforts to drag me away. I held back, shooting the two adults a goofy grin. They were purposely trying to get under Santana's skin, and I could see that it was from a place of love. They seemed like really cool parents, and I was glad that I decided to let Santana allow them into our little bubble of secrets.
"Uh.. Cool to meet you," I managed before Santana dragged me away, pulling me towards a flight of stairs and up to where I assumed her room was.
"They're so embarrassing.." Santana sighed, her fingers tangling between my own as we reached the top of the stairs and along the hallway.
"They're nice… Your mom is hot,"
"Britt!" Santana gasped, turning to stare at me and being greeted with my teasing smirk. "Brittany, that's not funny!"
"I'm just kidding," I chuckled as we came to a stop outside of a door I could only assume to be Santanas. "She is hot, but you're more my type,"
I watched as her scowl slowly turned into a small, shy smile. It felt almost easy to be this way with her now. If I could make her smile, even just once, it made my entire day that much better. I had been so used to just relying on myself and keeping closed off from almost everyone else, it was a freeing feeling.
"Well… um.. This is my room," Santana cleared her throat and pushed open the door. It was, to be honest, what I had expected. Her bedroom was very tidy and very clean, with everything neatly organised. Her bed was draped with crisply tucked purple sheets, looking as though no one had ever slept on it.
"That's a lot of books," I commented, glancing over at the tall bookshelf that was packed with books and papers. I didn't even think I had read that many books in my entire life, much less owning half a library in my bedroom.
"I like reading.." Santana shrugged softly, still grasping hold of my hand. "We can.. Go somewhere else if you want. We have a pool,"
"Hm, so you don't want me in your bedroom?" I asked with a teasing quirk of my brow when she looked up at me.
"That's not-..'
"And here's me thinking you like me,"
Letting go of Santana's hand, I made my way over to that neatly made bed and sat down, not being able to miss just how comfortable it was.
"I do like you…" Santana mumbled, fidgeting her hands in front of her.
"That would explain you having to keep your door closed,"
The blush on her face burned instantly. God, she was so beautiful and didn't even really know it. My heart simply exploded in my chest as I watched her open and close her mouth, trying to fabricate a response to that.
"I don't know why my mom said that. She knows I haven't… You know. She was just saying that to be funny. I'm not like that.. Like…"
"So… You don't want to make out with me?" I teased, my mouth curling into a coy smirk. It was just too fun to make Santana squirm. Playing into my attraction was certainly a lot more enjoyable than fighting against it by being a jerk.
"... I do," Santana smiled, looking at me through her free falling hair as she started to move towards me. Her movements were slow but deliberate, closing the gap between us so that her legs touched my knees that were hanging off the side of her bed.
She was shy. That much was obvious, but being able to spend as much one on one time together as we had been recently, she was getting more and more confident around me. Though I wasn't sure that she truly believed how much I really did like her, I hoped that she would start to really trust me in time. I couldn't take back all of the awful things that I had done to her, but perhaps I could make my amends.
My hands snaked their way around Santana's waist, and she boldly moved to straddle my lap - her knees resting on the mattress either side of my thighs. She shot me down a smile, amused by me being caught a little off guard by her boldness.
"Is this okay?" She asked, her hands resting on my collar bones, playing with the loose fabric of my shirt.
"Definitely,"
I tilted my head up to press a chaste kiss to her lips. Our last kiss felt entirely too long ago, and it was times like that which made me regret not being able to kiss her at every moment I saw her. Passing Santana in the hallways at school, instead of pretending like I couldn't care less about her. But having these stolen moments, these private meetings.. They would have to suffice for now.
Santana's hands grasped into my shirt to pull me back, kissing me more fiercely than I had offered her at first. My breath hitched at her boldness, giving just a moment's hesitation before kissing her back. My tongue swiped against her lower lip and she instantly accepted my welcome, parting her lips to deepen the kiss. Her arms wrapped around my neck, giving me no escape from our embrace.
Her tongue was so soft against mine and it was far too easily to get lost in Santana. Her touch, her taste and her smell was intoxicating. I spent so much of my time trying to push my feelings for her aside and only truly allowed myself to indulge in my thoughts, especially sexually, when I was by myself at night. It didn't help that I had restrained from sex for a comparitively long time for me, but I was definitely loosing my cool.
Though she was able to read my mind, or fueled by her own desire to explore, Santana's lips left mine to move to my neck. Her hot breath between testing kisses made my insides burn, my stomach pulsating in time with my erratic heartbeat. Sloppy, rough kisses from boys was nothing compared to Santana's softness and although women and feelings may have been new to me, sex definitely wasn't.
"Fuck, San," I whispered, causing her lips to smile against my skin. I was happy to give her access to my neck, my jaw and whatever she wanted. She took my praises as a job well done, pressing her body impossibly closer to mine. Our chests touched, her hips slowly starting to rock into my stomach. I let my hands travel over her lips and to her backside, my fingers digging into jean clad flesh.
Santana pulled back, her chest heaving as she looked at me with hooded eyes, pupils blown and lips parted. Her hair was tussled, framing her flushed face beautifully. If I thought she looked good on an average day, it was nothing compared to that moment. I could tell that she was feeling what I was, and the connection between us was incomparable. I wanted her, and I could tell that she wanted me just as much.
"Your parents.." I whispered, my eyes flickering to her open door. I had to try and hold myself back before I couldn't any longer, and it wouldn't be a great first impression if they walked in on us doing this.
"They're making lunch…" Santana insisted, pushing against my shoulders to lay me flat down on the bed, hovering over me. "They won't come upstairs, even with you here,"
My hands gripped her thighs, looking up at her with my hair spread across the sheets. I liked this side of Santana, brewing with a confidence that I had yet to see. Perhaps it was that she knew that I was as inexperienced in being with a woman as she was, or that this was the part of her that she kept inside and hidden away from the rest of the world. Either way, it was far from the stammering nerd I used to pick on at school.
"You're so fucking hot," I purred, my hands finding the small of Santana's back to pull her down on top of me. I wanted to feel her weight, have every part of her body touching my own. Her whimper vibrated against my mouth as we kissed eagerly.
I felt her teeth drag against my lower lip, pulling it into her mouth and extracting a heavy moan from my core of my chest. Lost in Santana, my hands found their way up the back of her shirt to paw at her back. Her skin was soft and delicate, which just made me want all the more of it.
"Can I…?" I whispered, grabbing at the hem of her shirt, asking permission to pull it away. Santana hesitated for just a moment, snapped a little out of her haze of wanting. I could feel the insecurity radiating off of her and I knew that this was a new step for her. There was an internal battle happening behind her eyes and I waited, letting her come to terms with what she wanted.
"We don't have-.." I started, cut off by Santana shaking her head, mane of black hair waving around her face. She sat up in my lap and took in a deep breath before moving to grip at the bottom of her own shirt.
I watched with my hands gripping her thighs, eyes eagerly scanning her form. She lifted her shirt, exposing her soft tanned stomach, simple black bra and then the curved swell of her chest.
The shirt was pulled off and discarded, her soft hair falling back over her slender shoulders. I feasted on the sight of her, scanning every inch of her body. Anything else I had ever seen before, including my own body, did not compare to this.
Santana could see the awe in my eyes, and the nerves fell from her face.
She lowered her body back on top of mine and our lips touched. The skin of her back was silky smooth in comparison to my rough hands, her skin was flushed and hot. It was all so much, but I knew that there would never be enough for me. Santana was the biggest addiction.
WIth our lips joined, I moved to flip us over. Santana's back hit the mattress, pulling a low giggle from her throat as I settled between her thighs. Her legs wrapped around my hips, holding me down on top of her. My lips forged a path from her lips to her throat, tasting her sweet skin and moving ever lower.
"Britt," Santana whispered as my mouth explored her exposed chest. I had never really thought about the beauty or feel of another womans' body before, because I could enjoy my own if I wanted to.. But this was exquisite. Santana's body was curvy and soft - a stark contrast from the toned and angular structure of mine. It was more than that, though.. Santana was a feast and I had spent my entire life starved.
"Britt.." Santana groaned again, her fingers tangled in my hair as though both urging me on and stopping me in my tracks.
"Do you want me to stop?" I asked, looking up at Santana's flushed face through my mess of hair.
"I… No. I just… I haven't done this before… And I.." Santana stuttered. I watched the confliction cross over her face and I could understand that. I was apprehensive about exploring this new side of my sexuality that I never knew existed, and I didn't really know anything about being with another woman. For Santana, though, she had never done this with anyone. As far as I knew, no one had ever shown this kind of interest in her, much less seen her naked.
"It's okay," I muttered, moving up and positioning myself to lay beside Santana, propping myself up on my elbow and giving her a generous smile. I watched as her face moved to relax, hearing the held breath escape from her lungs in relief.
"I'm fine with just this," I continued, running the palm of my hand up and down her arm. " You don't gotta fuck me for me to like you,"
Her eyebrows pulled together, and I knew that she thought otherwise. I did have quite the reputation at school, and I couldn't defend that at all. I could only hope that Santana sincerely knew that she was different to anyone else to me.
"I do want to… I'm just.. It's all so new, and we haven't even been on an actual date yet.. I'm… Not ready for that…"
I surged forward to cease Santana's ramblings with a kiss, that she happily returned. The palm of her hand touched my cheek, holding my face close as though I could disappear at any moment.
"Santana, Brittany! Lunch is nearly ready!"
Santana jumped up, startled, at the sound of her mothers' voice ringing through the open doorway from downstairs. I couldn't help but start laughing lightly at her response.
"Relax.. They ain't up here," I smirked, rolling off the bed and watching Santana rush around to try and find her shirt. "But you do look like you've just been having a heavy makeout session,"
After throwing on her shirt, Santana turned to shoot me a playful scowl which I returned with a smile. She rolled her eyes, shaking her head before turning to the mirror above her dresser to fix her hair.
"You look pretty damn great, though," I hummed, walking up behind her to hold her waist from behind, looking at our reflection from over her shoulder. We did look good… Happy, really happy. It was a look that I wasn't used to on myself.
"You're ridiculous," Santana sighed, resting the side of her head against mine, smiling back at me in the reflection.
