Author's Notes:
Hi everyone, I'm back! Sorry it took me so long to update but I had some things going on in my personal life and I needed time to deal with them. Anyway, things are better now... So you can expect updates more regularly. A few brief notes about the chapter before you read on:
1. This chapter has some sexual content toward the end. So prepare yourself.
2. I'm using some well-known songs for Santana's music. Sanatana's recording sessions are featured in this chapter and will be in chapters to come, so details of the songs are important for story telling purposes.
3. As always i havent done much proofreading so please disregard any spelling or grammar mistakes. I will go back and correct any mistakes at some point. I just wanted to get this posed ASAP as I know an update is overdue.
Please, please, please leave feedback.
Enjoy!
-J
The next few weeks were filled with 14+ hour days in the studio for Santana. Brittany's class schedule had picked up a bit too and she had made it to the final round of cuts for So You Think You Can Dance. One more level and she would make it to the show. Santana had sent her flowers to congratulate her and promised a dinner soon, but neither of them really had the time. Their schedules hadn't lined up much so they were relying heavily on texts to communicate.
Santana would generally go into what all of her friends called "black-out mode" when she was writing and recording for a new album. She would spend the majority of her time at the studio working closely with her co-writers, producers, mixers, etc. Those were pretty much the only people that had any contact with Santana while she was in her "musical mindset" as she called it. It was all a part of her process. She even had a rule that there was no cell phones allowed in the studio. No phone calls, no texting. No communication with anyone outside of the room while she was working. She applied that rule to everyone she was working with as well. No distractions. They would break for 10 minutes every 4 hours and that's when Santana would quickly check her phone. But today they were in a groove and Santana hadn't checked her phone at all
8:02am Good Morning, Britt. - Santana
8:10am I just got to studio, I'll text when I can. I hope you have a great day today :) - Santana
8:13am heyyyy! sorry i missed ur text I was in the showaaaa lol -Brittany
9:17am I hope u r having a good session today ;) -Brittany
11:15am Headed to the Dance studio now. Classes till 2 then break until 415 hopefully u will be able to text for a minute then - Brittany
2:09pm I'm on BREAAAAKKKK r u? - Brittany
3:55pm Guess not :-/ -Brittany
4:10pm Class now. Text when u can. I miss u. - Brittany
When class ended, Brittany sprinted to the back room, grabbed her phone and immediately checked to see if Santana had sent her a message.
1 unread Text Message
4:13pm Britt, I'm so sorry. We have been at it all day without breaks. Got something really special cookin'. Don't wanna kill vibe. I'll text you when I leave tonight.
"Ugh! I missed her by 3 minutes," Brittany thought to herself. This whole not seeing Santana thing was really starting to take a toll on her. It had been almost three weeks since she had seen the brunette beauty and it was driving Brittany insane. She was quite busy herself, but she did have some downtime and she wanted to spend that with Santana. There were a few nights when they had planned to meet up but those plans always fell through. Santana would wind up working late or just spending the night at the studio and Brittany would wind up disappointed. She understood that Santana was working and this was part of her process and yada yada yada but she couldn't help but feel sad whenever Santana would cancel. She tried not to get her hopes up, but of course she always did. She wasn't mad at Santana, not at all. She knew that once she was finished recording they would make up for lost time. She just hoped that would be sooner rather than later.
5:23pm Wanna come over unite when u r finished? Doesn't matter how late… I'm off 2morrow ;) - Brittany
"Hey hey cutie patootie," a familiar voice said as it entered the dance studio.
Brittany looked up to see her bubbly bff, "Hey Sugar."
"Why so glum chum?" Sugar asked as she popped her gum in her mouth.
"I'm not glum, I'm fine," she said faking her best smile.
Brittany headed into the back office with Sugar in tow and saw Mike sitting at the desk. "You're going tonight, right?" she asked as she plopped herself down on the couch in the corner. Sugar stood in the doorway with her arms crossed over her chest, eyes focused on Brittany.
"Sure am," Mike replied with a grin. Mike looked over at Sugar, "Hey Sugar. How's it goin'?"
She hesitated, not taking her eyes off of Brittany, then replied, "Hey Ching Chang, it's going good for me but I'm not so sure about our friend over here." She flipped her chin toward Brittany.
MIke moved his eyes back to Brittany and noticed she had a far off look on her face. "Hey kid, you alright?"
She let out a soft sigh, "Yeah, I'm ok." She didn't sound very convincing.
"Lies!" Sugar snapped, jokingly, pointing her finger at Brittany. "I can see it all over your face, something's bugging you."
Mike tilted back in his chair with his hands behind his had and put his feet up on the desk, "I don't believe you either," he frowned, "tell me what's got you looking all mopey."
"It's stupid," she shook her head hoping to remove the thoughts.
"Brittany, come on. I'm your biffy, if you can't tell me when something's got ya down… who can ya tell? Huh?" Sugar moved from the doorway to sit next to Brittany on the couch. She rubbed Brittany's back in an attempt to comfort her friend
"He'll tease me. And I'm not in the mood to be teased."
Sugar glared at Mike with "if-you-dare-tease-her-eyes-i-will-murder-you" eyes.
Mike took notice of the look of death Sugar shot his way and assured Brittany, "I swear, I will not tease you."
Brittany looked at him with narrow eyes, not convinced.
"Does it have to do with Santana?" Sugar prodded.
Brittany nodded.
"She's pregnant!" Sugar exclaimed.
"She's really a man!" Mike shouted.
"What?" Brittany tried to cut in but they kept shouting ridiculous scenarios as to how Santana could've upset Brittany.
"She doesn't believe in leprechauns!" Sugar guessed.
Brittany shook her head, "What? No, guys you are terrible guessers.
"Did she get back with her ex girlfriend? That other singer? The one with the weird bird tattoos?" Mike asked.
Sugar gasped. "I'll kill her!"
"Guys! No!"
"Does she want to get dreadlocks?" Sugar asked then looked to Mike adding, "It could be a good look for her."
Mike nodded in agreement.
"Guys!" Brittany shouted. "It's nothing like that. It's none of those things. Santana hasn't done anything to hurt me, or upset me. She's not pregnant, she isn't really a man, she didn't get back with Dani Lomanto, i have no idea if she wants dreads, and most importantly she better believe in lephrchauns."
"Well, what is it then? Why are you so down?" Sugar said tilting her head slightly, rubbing Brittany's back again.
"I just miss her so much." She felt silly admitting what she was feeling out loud. Santana was just her friend, someone she had only known for a few months, but she liked her more than anyone she had ever had feelings for before. She felt incomplete without talking to Santana constantly and without seeing her. In the last 3 weeks all she could think about was the last night the spent together, and that kiss. THE kiss. The one that caught her so off-guard. The one that made her anxiously anticipate it's sequel.
Sugar smiled. "Aww, Britty-Britt!"
Mike didn't respond. He sat there for a few moments staring at her as if he was waiting for her to say more. "That's all? You miss Santana?" Mike said with a supportive smile.
Brittany nodded.
"Why would I tease you about that?" He shook his head, "Look Britt, I know you really like her, and I know you guys spent a lot of time together before she started recording her new album, so I absolutely get that you miss that and her even if you guys are just friends right now."
Sugar added, "Yeah right now. But we all know that once she has more time to focus on you, you two will be doing the hibbiddy dibbiddy all day everyday." She winked at Brittany.
Brittany laughed.
"See, I knew I could get you to smile." Sugar put her arm around Brittany's shoulders and pulled her into her side for a hug.
"Why don't you do something about it," Mike suggested.
"Something about?" Brittany said as she looked at Mike intently.
"About missing her." He looked to Sugar, who was looking at Brittany smiling and nodding in agreement with Mike, then to Brittany who had a confused expression on her face. He continued, "Why don't you stop by the recording studio and surprise her? Maybe bring her flowers, or dinner… something like that."
Sugar's mouth busted open into a huge grin. She clapped her hands together repeatedly in excitement cheering, "Oooh, I like! I like!"
Brittany liked the idea but she didn't to disturb Santana's writing/recording process. "I don't know, she really doesn't like to be disturbed when she is recording. She's really militant about it. Kurt was telling me that she doesn't even let him sit in on her sessions unless he makes an appointment. And even then she only lets him stay for a few minutes and he is her manager."
"Do you really think she would be mad that you stopped by?" Mike grinned.
"Hell to the big ole N-O!" Sugar smiled, snapping her fingers.
"I don't know guys." Brittany shook her head, tucking her hair behind her ears.
"The girl's gotta eat." Sugar nudged. "Just keep it simple. We'll just stop at that new food truck on Pasadena. It's right by Columbia, that's where she records, right?"
Brittany nodded.
"We'll just get a bunch of tacos and stuff for her and her recording friends and you guys will share a few cute moments and then we will be on our way."
"I think it's perfect, Britt." Mike stated confidently.
"What about our dinner plans? I feel bad making everyone wait for me.
"I'll still go to dinner with Tina, Sam and Blaine. You and Sugar go see Santana. And if you guys aren't there too long you can meet up with us afterwards." Mike smiled and put his hands behind his head.
"Whaddya say mama?" Sugar prodded.
Brittany thought about it for a moment before replying. But the thought of seeing Santana, even for just a few minutes, was enough to make her agree. "Ok, let's do it," she gave in. "I have to shower and change real quick though. She hopped up to her feet and made her way into the locker room. "I love that we installed a private shower," she called out to Mike.
"It comes in handy!" Mike smiled.
A few minutes later Brittany was clean, dressed and ready to go. She walked back into the office and asked nervously, "Do I look ok?" She was wearing a tight peach tank top and light skinny jeans with a pair of gold sandals. Her hair was pulled back in a messy bun on the top of her head. She had a pair of gold aviator sunglasses hanging in the dip of her tank top.
"Lord have mercy! You look smokin' doll!" Sugar said excitedly.
Mike gave her a smile, wink and a thumbs up.
"Ok, wish us luck!" She smiled nervously at Mike before turning to leave.
"Good luck, Britt. Text me after."
About 45 minutes later
Brittany and Sugar walked into the lobby of Columbia Records. "Should I text her?" Brittany wondered out loud.
"No! I think she will like this better if it's a surprise."
"I'm gonna text her." Brittany decided.
Sugar gave her a disapproving look.
"I want to surprise her, not ambush her." She walked over to a chair and took a seat.
7:00pm I'm in the lobby with Sugar and some tacos 3 - Brittany
"We'll give it five minutes and if she doesn't text me back we're leaving," Brittany said, her voice sounding quiet with nerves.
"We will wait 5 minutes and if she doesn't text you back, I'll go to the front desk to see if they will let us up to see her," Sugar said firmly, but with a friendly smile.
Five minutes passed and no text from Santana.
"Ok, I'm gonna go work my magic," Sugar winked, making her way over to the front desk.
Brittany looked around the lobby nervously. She had never been in a building like this before. There were security guards everywhere and everyone was dressed in a suit. There were sculptures lining the walls, a giant fountain in the middle of the room and two waterfalls on either end of the lobby. She could see Sugar flirting with the man a the front desk, but couldn't hear what was being said. They laughed a few times, so that had to be a good sign. After a few minutes Sugar made her way back over to Brittany.
"Ok, so here's the deal. They aren't allowed to let anyone up without an appointment. That's standard rules for this joint apparently. But your girl is so extreme she only let's one person up to deliver food, coffee and such and it's that guy right there," she said pointing to a man in a navy suit vest and dress pants. "Doesn't he look like Jamie Foxx?" She signaled for him to come over.
"Oh my god, I think that is Jamie Foxx!" Brittany said excitedly noting his badge said "Foxx".
The man approached the woman, "Good evening ladies, is there something I can help you with?"
"As a matter of fact there is, Mr. Foxx." Sugar started.
The man flashed his pearly white smile at them.
She continued, "We are here to deliver these tacos to Santana Lopez and her peeps." She motioned to the huge box filled with 4 white paper bags of tacos. "But, we were told you are the only person permitted entry into the holy sanctuary so we need you to help us out and be the middle man. And also maybe possibly try to convince her to either let us come up or bring her fine latina self down here to see my girl Brittany here for a minute." She smiled and fluttered her eye lashes.
He looked into the box sitting beside Brittany. "That's a lot of tacos for 3 people." He smiled at the blonde.
"Oh, well we weren't sure how many people she was working with today and we didn't want to come with only food for her cos that would be rude so we thought better to be safe than sorry, ya know?" Brittany said nervously.
"Gotcha. So she isn't expecting these, or you?" He said with a blank face.
"N—No, she isn't" Brittany said as she looked down at the floor nervously.
"I'll take these right up to her. Who should I say these are from?" He asked, as he picked up the box.
"Brittany, say they are from Brittany." Sugar exclaimed, "That's her!" she said motioning to Brittany.
"Ok, just wait here." He smiled and walked toward the elevator.
"Blame it on the al-al-al-alcohol!" Sugar sang loudly waving to the man as the elevator doors closed.
Brittany laughed, "We so have to get his autograph."
"Totes," Sugar agreed. "I can't believe you are dating a celebrity. You are so cool Britt." She sat down in the chair next to Brittany.
Brittany laughed, "We're just friends."
"Friends who wanna bang each other," Sugar teased.
Brittany hesitated for a moment then let it slip, "She kissed me."
"Whoa, whoa whoa, hold up. Say whaaaa?"
Brittany smiled and nodded. Her cheeks began to blush slightly.
"When?" Sugar demanded excitedly.
"A few weeks ago. The last time I saw her actually." Brittany remembered.
"And you are just telling me now!? Ok, out with it. Gimme the deets chickie." She turned her body to face Brittany's
"Well, it was the night of that impromptu pool party she had at her house, remember?"
"Ohh, yeah I remember. You guys were looking awfully cozy when it was just the three of us and they Flynn guy."
Brittany smiled at the memory.
"We could sense you two wanted to be alone, with all the doe-eyed looks you were shooting at each-other, so we left." Sugar added with a coy smile.
Brittany cleared her throat and then began telling Sugar how the kiss happened, "She asked me to spend the night with her, as just friends—"
"Riiiiight. As friends."
Brittany rolled her eyes playfully, "Anyway, we were laying in her bed watching Notting Hill and then we got to talking and we were being flirty and I told her that I really liked her and that I knew she wasn't ready but I would wait for her a long as she needed. And then she kissed me. And it wasn't just a quick peck or a little kiss or anything. It was a soft, slow passionate kiss that seemed like it went on for hours." Brittany bit her lip at the thought of the kiss and then she smiled slightly. "Then she said I was right, she isn't ready yet. But that when she is ready, she will kiss me like that again."
"Wow, now I want to kiss her," Sugar said, mesmerized.
Brittany laughed, "She's an amazing kisser."
Just then the elevator dinged and the Jamie Foxx lookalike stepped off the elevator and walked over toward Brittany and Sugar. "Ms. Lopez said thank you for the tacos and that it was very thoughtful of you. She will call you when she is on her way home." He smiled and nodded to the girls.
Brittany's heart sunk. "She doesn't want to see me?" she thought to herself. She was trying her best to hide her disappointment.
Sugar had more trouble than Brittany with keeping her emotions in check. "That's it? That's all she said?" she raised her voice. "She doesn't even want to see her?" She crossed her arms. "The nerve of that woman. Lesbians, I tell ya. So rude."
The man smiled, "I was just messing with you. Please, follow me." He walked toward the elevator.
Brittany and Sugar looked at each other with smiles and high-fived. "I can't believe we are about to ride in the elevator with Jamie Foxx to go hangout with Santana Lopez as she records her new album! Ahhhhh!" Sugar exclaimed.
"I can't believe I'm gonna get to see Santana." Brittany beamed.
The three of them stepped on the elevator and the man pushed the button for the floor where Santana was recording. Sugar took out her phone and snapped a selfie of her, Brittany and the security guard. "Ya know, I'm not actually Jamie Foxx, right ladies?"
"Your secret is safe with us Jamie," Sugar winked.
"Just call me Jay," he laughed.
The elevator stopped on the floor and the doors opened. They walked down a long hallway and turned down a few corridors before finally entering through a door. The room they entered had black leather couches and chairs against the walls and a thick plush white carpet. There were candles lit and the lighting was minimal. It smelled of incense and now… tacos. To the right there was another hallway with a few doors on either side of it. At the end of the hallway there was a door with a red light over it. The light was lit. "She must be recording" Brittany thought.
"You guys can follow me." Jay said as he led them down the hallway and through the first door on the left.
"She's recording right now, so you can't do in that room but you can listen to what she's grooving right now," he said as he knocked on the door in front of him.
A man in a wheelchair opened the door, "Jamal, what's up my man?"
"Ladies, this is Artie, Artie these are some friends of Santana's. They are the ones who brought dinner for you guys tonight."
"Come on in and take a seat. She's about to begin her next take." He wheeled himself back to the control board. "Ladies, I'm sorry what were your names?"
"I'm Sugar and this is Brittany."
"Brittany? You're Brittany?" he looked at Sebastian who was sitting to his left.
Sebastian turned, "THE Brittany?"
"As in Spears, no, I'm not that Britney. My name is Brittany Pierce though. Brittany S. Pierce to be more accurate."
Sugar nudged Brittany and said to her quietly, "I think they meant Santana's Brittany."
Brittany felt her face grow flush. Artie and Sebastian were staring at her with huge grins on their faces.
"So uhh— Santana has been really focused on recording the song today and she has been killing it—" Artie started.
"Absolutely killing it," Sebastian added.
Artie smiled, "So we didn't interrupt her to ask if it was ok for you two to be up here or not."
"Wait, Santana doesn't know I'm here?" Brittany suddenly felt like she was invading Santana's privacy and became extremely uncomfortable.
Sebastian and Artie both shook their heads simultanesouly.
Just then, Brittany saw Santana enter behind the glass. Her hair was up in a messy ponytail, she was wearing a black oversized sweater that was hanging off of her shoulder a bit and tight black leggings and she had on thick-framed black glasses. She looked up and smiled, but Brittany wasn't sure if Santana could see her or not. She was in the back, with Sugar, where it was relatively dark. Artie and Sebastian were at the control board and their faces were dimly lit by the soft light coming from the room Santana was in.
"Ok, guys, one more take?" She smiled as she slipped her headphones on.
"I think so, give it all you've got." Sebastian said, flipping a switch so that Santana could hear him speak.
Artie gave her the go ahead thumbs up. "Then we eat," he smiled
Sebastian counted down from 5 then pointed to Santana when as the piano intro to the song began to play.
Santana sang:
Wise men say only fools rush in
but I can't help falling in love with you
Shall I stay
would it be a sin
If I can't help falling in love with you
Like a river flows surely to the sea
Darling so it goes
some things are meant to be
Take my hand, take my whole life too
for I can't help falling in love with you
Like a river flows surely to the sea
Darling so it goes
some things are meant to be
take my hand, take my whole life too
for I can't help falling in love with you
for I can't help falling in love with you
no, i can't help falling… in love… with… you.
Brittany wiped a tear from her cheek and looked over at Sugar who was full on sobbing.
"Hey, are you ok?" Brittany asked, concerned.
"I'm fine, I'm fine. That was just so beautiful." Sugar said as she reached for a tissue Artie was holding out for her. "Thanks, wheels."
The lights brightened in the room, Brittany looked up and saw Santana looking back at her. Santana smiled and mouthed "Hi." Brittany waved and smiled.
"That's it. I think we've got it." Sebastian smiled. "Let's eat!"
Sugar leaned closer to Brittany and whispered, "Biffy, you know she wrote that song for you."
Brittany felt her stomach do a somersault. "Could that be true?"she thought to herself. "I don't think so, Sugar."
"Honey, I know so." She said with a smile as she softly pinched Brittany's cheek.
Brittany looked back up to where Santana had been standing behind the glass but she was no longer there. A few moments later Brittany heard a familiar voice approach from behind.
"I didn't take you for a rule breaker, Britt." Santana teased.
Brittany turned around. She felt embarrassed and couldn't read Santana's tone. "I shouldn't have come."
Santana laughed, "Well, I did say I don't like to be disturbed when I'm recording."
Brittany shifted her weight to her other leg uncomfortably. "I'm sorry, I'll go."
Santana smiled, "Britt, sweetie, I'm joking. I am thrilled beyond words that you are here right now." She threw her arms around Brittany's neck.
Brittany responded by wrapping her arms around Santana's waist and pulling her close. She let out a sigh of relief, "I'm glad to hear that."
"It's good to see you." Santana said pulling away from the embrace.
Brittany's cheeks blushed. "It's good to see you too. I've missed you."
Santana smiled, "i've missed you too."
"Oh will you two cut it out already!" Artie called from the other room. "The food is getting cold."
"Come on, let's eat. I'm starved." Santana said as she led Brittany into the lounge where everyone else had gathered.
A few minutes later everyone had finished eating. Santana, Sebastian and Artie agreed to call it a night on recording for the day, feeling very content in their accomplishments of the day. They decided to just relax and enjoy the company of their visitors for the rest of the evening.
"Santana, that song you just recorded was beautiful," Sugar complimented.
"Thank you." Santana smiled.
Sebasitan handed Santana a mug of steaming hot tea. She smiled and nodded in appreciation.
"Anytime." He said taking his seat on the couch.
"I'm just curious, did you write that song?" Sugar asked.
Brittany coughed, choking slightly on the sip she had just taken. She shot Sugar a disapproving look, hoping that she would know better than to ask if the song was about anyone in particular.
"Yes, I did."
"Oh, wow. Well, it was just absolutely beautiful. Just gorgeous Santana. The melody, your vocals, the acoustics… the lyrics."
Brittany shot her another look.
Santana took notice this time and smiled to herself as she knew what Sugar was saying without actually saying it.
"Thank you, I appreciate that."
"Did you write it with anyone in mind?"
Brittany coughed loudly and glared at Sugar.
Sugar mouthed, "What?"
Brittany held her glare.
Santana chuckled at the exchange, privy to the underlying meaning. "I did."
"I KNEW IT!" Sugar exclaimed triumphantly. She turned to Brittany and gave her a thumbs up.
Santana smiled, again and took another sip of her tea."No song worth writing is written without someone in mind." She said with a wink. She looked to Brittany flirtatiously.
Brittany smiled.
Sugar smiled and all the flirty she was witnessing between her best friend and her favorite celebrity.
"Ya know, Sugar, this song actually started out as something completely different," Artie stated.
"Yeah, this song, originally, when I heard the demo, was about the mistake of falling in love. Like, a relationship that you look back on and regret." Sebastian added.
"The only thing that the final version and the original version of the song share is the title. Fools Rush In," Artie started
"Oooooh, I love that! What a good title!" Sugar turned to Santana and smiled.
"And through the process of recording it turned in to this. This absolutely undeniably beautiful love song." Artie continued.
"It's funny because the demo version of this song was my favorite of all the demos Santana played for me. And now, this final version is my favorite, by far, of all the songs we've recorded thus far," Sebastian admitted.
"Yeah, I think this song is gonna be a lot of people's wedding songs in the future. I predict it."
Santana smiled at all the words of admiration being thrown her way.
"Oh, it is. It's one of the most popular songs ever. One day."
Sebastian, Santana and Artie all looked at one another, confused.
Brittany noticed their confusion and decided to try to clear it up for them. "Oh, right. Yeah, you see— Sugar is from the future."
"Come again?" Sebastian asked.
"Say what?" Artie questioned.
Santana took another sip of her tea and chuckled to herself. She looked at Brittany, "B, you wanna get out of here?"
"Sure," Brittany said with a gigantic smile. "I thought you'd never ask"
"Artie, Sebastian, can one of you make sure Sugar gets home ok? Brittany and I are gonna head out." Santana said rising to her feet.
"Sure thing, boss." Sebastian teased.
"Wait, I thought he was your boss?" Brittany asked, confused.
"He is, technically. But in here no one is my boss." Santana stated firmly but also half jokingly.
"We are more like musical partners now, wouldn't ya say, Santana?" Sebastian asked.
"Yeah, i think that sounds about right." Santana smiled. She leaned in to Brittany, "You busy tomorrow."
"Not even a little. It's my day off."
Santana grinned happily, "Perfect." She turned to Artie and Sebastian, "Boys were are taking the day off tomorrow, so I'll see you bright and early on Friday."
"A day off?" Sebastian asked.
"What's that?" Artie teased
"Hush, before I change my mind!" Santana scolded.
"Right, ok. See you on Friday!" Artie added.
"Oh, don't forget, we leave for London on Friday morning."
"Oh that's right…" Santana sounded annoyed, "I completely forgot."
Brittany wasn't sure if she was annoyed about having to go to London or if she was annoyed at herself for forgetting about her trip. Santana was a bit of a control freak and a planner. She didn't like to have things sprung on her. So a last minute trip, whether it was just something she forgot about or not, was certainly something that could put her in a sour mood.
"You're going away?" Brittany questioned.
Santana nodded. As they headed out of the room and out of the studio toward the elevator.
"For how long?" Brittany asked.
"A few weeks." Santana sighed as she pressed the button for parking garage on the elevator panel.
"A few weeks?" Brittany asked in almost a whisper, disappointment evident in her tone.
Santana felt terrible for not giving Brittany a heads up about her travel plans. This was the first time they had seen each other in weeks and now it looked like it would be just as long if not longer until they were in each other's company again. "We just finalized details a few nights ago and things have been really crazy around here. I meant to mention it but as you heard before, I forgot about it myself."
Brittany tucked a lose strand of hair behind her ear, "Totally, yeah. It's Ok, there's no difference, really. Even if you were in LA you would be locked up in the recording studio and we wouldn't get much time together anyway." Brittany tried her best to convince Santana that she wasn't bothered by the news of Santana being on a completely different continent.
"Exactly. And you'll be busy with your dance studio and gearing up for So You Think You Can Dance." She put her arm through Brittany's and walked off the elevator into the parking garage. "But, let's forget about all of that for right now, okay?" she smiled flirtatiously at Brittany. "Tonight, we're together." She stood tip-toed and placed a sweet kiss on Brittany's cheek.
Brittany smiled, "So where to?" she said as they approached Santana's car.
"I'm taking you to Malibu, baby!" she laughed.
Brittany smiled. "You call all your friends 'baby', right?"
"Sure do," Santana winked.
They got into the car and fastened their seat-belts. Santana put her hand on the gear shift in the center console to switch the car into reverse. Brittany placed her hand gently on Santana's sending a sensual chill through Santana's body. Santana looked up and her eye's met Brittany's gaze. Brittany's eyes seemed to smile at Santana and that made her heart skip a beat. Being with Brittany made her feel things she had never felt before in her life. That thought excited her and scared her at the same time. Possibly more the latter than the former. Brittany gently traced Santana's fingers with her own. The sensation of Brittany's touch drove Santana wild. She tilted her head back, leaned it against her headrest and let out a shaky sigh.
"If this is the reaction you have to me touching your hand, I can't imagine how you will react when I touch you… in other places."
Santana felt her face start to turn pink with embarrassment.
"Oh, honey, don't be embarrassed," Brittany said sliding her fingers in-between Santana's and interlocking them with hers. She pulled Santana's hand up to her mouth and gently pressed her lips against the caramel flesh.
Santana sighed, opening her eyes, "Do you call all of your friends 'honey'?"
Brittany chuckled lightly, "Nah, just you." She kissed Santana's hand one more time before placing it back down on the gear-shift. "Off to Malibu?"
Santana switched the car into reverse, back out of the parking spot and made her way out of the garage and headed to Malibu.
After driving on the 101 freeway for about 15 minutes, they hit gridlocked traffic. "Ugh, this is the worst." Santana huffed.
"I could think of worse things… An alien attack, a paper cut pickle juice in your eye, world hunger, a tsunami, being forced to listen to bruce springsteen on a loop forever—"
"Wait a minute, did you just say pickle juice in your eye?"
"Absolutely! Has that never happened to you?" Brittany looked serious.
Santana shook her head.
"Oh my god, it's THE WORST" Brittany said getting animated and using her hands expressively.
Santana smiled as Brittany rambled on.
"It burns SO BAD. Like, worse than you would even think. I mean, you would think getting pickle juice in your eye would burn a little bit but, I'm telling you, you have never experienced a pain like this before. My cousin, Yoda, dared my to squirt it in my eye when we were kids and, of course I did, and I was blinded for a few moments."
Santana was laughing uncontrollably at Brittany's story. "Seriously? That story is real?"
"Scouts honor." Brittany smiled, raising her right hand in the air.
"Wait, did you say your cousin, Yoda? Was that his real name?"
"Totally." Brittany answered matter-of-factly.
"Did he have a brother named Luke and a sister named Leia?" Santana laughed.
"Yes and No."
Santana looked at Brittany in disbelief and waited for her to elaborate.
"He didn't have a sister but his brother's names were Luke and Darth."
Santana couldn't believe it. "You aren't lying are you?"
"Why would I lie about my cousin's names?" Brittany asked, puzzled.
"Have you ever seen Star Wars?"
"Nope. I don't really like SciFi. It's too far-fetched."
Santana laughed, "Right. too far fetched." She rolled her eyes playfully, still smiling at Brittany's adorableness.
"Totally."
The drive to Malibu had taken a bit longer than Santana had expected it to but being stuck in traffic with Brittany, Santana decided, was not a bad way at all to spend her time. When they finally arrived that their destination Brittany was a slightly confused.
"We're at a house," she observed. "Who's house is this?" The house was a modest size but had a brilliant white exterior. The grounds were impeccable and the landscaping was gorgeous. But Brittany really didn't understand why they were there.
Santana unfastened her seat belt and climbed out of the car. "It's mine."
"Wait, but I thought you lived in LA. Did you move?" Brittany said as she exited the car.
Santana shook her nead "no".
"Why didn't you tell me you moved?" Brittany asked.
"Britt, I didn't move. This is my getaway house. My secret house that no one knows about." Santana smiled.
"But now I know about it so it isn't a secret anymore."
"I don't want to have any secrets from you." Santana said as she walked over to where Brittany was standing.
Brittany smiled. She liked the sound of that. "Well, wait. if this is your secret house, your getaway house that no one knows about… why didn't you just come here when you ran away over the summer?"
Santana hadn't really thought about it. "Ya know, I don't know actually." She laughed. "I think I just wanted to get as far away from Dani, the media… everyone… as possible."
"Makes sense." Brittany shrugged.
Santana started walking up the front path, "You coming?" she asked as she reach her hand out for Brittany.
Brittany smiled, took Santana's hand in hers and let Santana lead the way. When they entered the house Brittany's mouth dropped open. "Santana, this place is absolutely beautiful." They walked down two small steps and into a gigantic open room. The space was an open-concept living room, dining room and kitchen with vaulted ceilings in the center of the room and floor to ceiling windows lining the perimeter of the room. There was a plank staircase to the left that led to the loft off to the right side of the room.
"It's not much. But it's mine." Santana smiled.
"Not much? are you kidding me? I love this place so much! it is gorgeous!" Brittany couldn't contain her excitement about the house. She had never seen a house so beautiful. She loved Santana's place in LA, but there was something about the smaller house that drew her in. "It's just so cozy."
Santana smiled, "I'm glad you like it."
Brittany walked over to the patio doors at the back of the kitchen, "And this view! My gosh…"
The house was right on the beach and it did have a spectacular view. There was an infinity pool off the patio along with a hot tub and a small pool house that looked like the interior was maybe the size of a small bedroom.
"Wait until you see the view at sunset tomorrow. It's breath-taking."
"Tomorrow? Are we spending the night here? Together?"
Santana nodded, "If you want to."
Brittany beamed from ear to ear. "I want nothing more." She walked back over to Santana and pulled her into an embrace. "I just want to be wherever you are."
"It seems like we have that in common." Santana whispered into Brittany's ear which made Brittany's skin tingle. She pulled away from the hug and asked, "So what do you want to do, Ms Pierce? We could go for a walk on the beach, jump in the pool for a little bit, go in the hot tub—"
"Hot tub!" Brittany exclaimed without hesitation.
"Ok, hot tub it is." Santana smiled as she took Brittany's hand in her own.
"Oh, wait, Santana. I don't have a swimsuit with me. Or any clothes at all, for that matter, aside from what I am wearing."
"It's ok, I'm sure I have something you can wear. Or you could just go in in you birthday suit…" Santana slyly suggested.
"But my birthday isn't until April and I don't have my birthday suit with me. Remember I said I don't have any clothes with me, silly."
Santana looked at Brittany for a moment before realizing Brittany was serious. "Oh, right, silly me, Britt. You can wear something of mine." She laughed at how adorable Brittany was.
"Thank you."
"Follow me, babe," Santana said as she walked up the stairs to the loft. When they reached the top of the stairs Brittany realized this seemed to be the only bedroom in the house. "This can't be it. It seems so unlike Santana to have such a quaint house." she thought to herself.
Santana pulled out an orange bikini for Brittany and laid it out on the bed, "That should fit you," she said looking Brittany's body up and down. She bit her bottom lip slightly, "Yeah, that'll look good." She walked over to her closet and pulled out a black bikini for herself and walked into the bathroom to change. "I'll be out in a minute." She called to Brittany as she closed the door.
The entire door to the bathroom was frosted glass and as Santana undressed, Brittany couldn't take her eyes off of the naked silhouette behind the glass. She started imagining she was in there with Santana, undressing her. Pulling at her thick, long, brown hair… running her fingers through it. Kissing her neck, her ears, her lips. Her lips. She thought about kissing her. The long-awaited sequel to their first kiss. she imagined parting Santana's lips with her tongue and gently moving her tongue into Santana's mouth, letting their tongues dance together for a moment and then pulling out to suck on Santana's lower lip. She imagined pressing her body against Santana's naked body and backing her up against the door, grabbing at her ass, pressed against the glass. She imagined how Santana's moans would sound as she began to touch and tease her. As she gently massaged her breasts. She imagined the moans would grow louder as she began sucking on Santana's nipple and placing kisses all over her bare chest—
"Britt, you ok?" Santana said as she was knelt down in from the Brittany who was off in her imaginary world of pleasure.
"Huh? Yeah, what? I'm good." She cleared her throat. "I'm good." She smiled as she stood to her feet.
Santana smiled. She could assume what Brittany had been day dreaming about. "Did you hear what I said before?"
"No, I'm sorry." Brittany fidgeted nervously.
Santana chuckled, "It's fine. I was just saying I'm gonna get the hot tub going. And get us some drinks. I asked if champagne was ok."
"Mmhmm, that sounds good."
Santana shook her head laughing, "'ll see you in a few."
A few minutes later, Santana was relaxing in the hot tub, with champagne in hand when Brittany emerged from the house. Santana's jaw dropped when she saw Brittany in the orange two-piece she had let her borrow. "Wow. Just wow."
Brittany blushed.
"I thought I looked good in that bikini. I was wrong. You look way better in that than I ever did." Santana reached her hand out to help Brittany get into the hot tub.
"Thanks," Brittany smiled shyly.
Santana handed her a glass and took the champagne bottle out of the ice bucket to pour Brittany a drink.
Brittany went to take a sip and then stopped herself asking, "Should we toast?"
"Yes, we absolutely should toast," Santana smiled.
"To Malibu?"
"To Malibu, to us and to no secrets—"
Brittany nodded with a smiled. The clinked their glasses and each took a sip. Santana scooted around the hot tub so that she was now sitting across from Brittany.
"Why are you so far away?" Brittany made a frown face.
"I want to be able to look at you. Take you all in."
Brittany smiled, "You're making me blush."
"I like it." Santana flirted.
Brittany took a sip of her drink. "So, what is this whole, no secrets thing? I mean, in general I don't have many secrets from anyone. If any at all. I'm pretty much an open book."
Santana took a sip of her drink. "In my previous relationship there were a lot of things that we kept from eachother. It didn't start out that way, but in the end, there was definitely a lot of trust issues, a lot of lying, deceiving… I just want to make sure I don't make the same mistakes this time around. With whatever this is."
"You were dishonest? I can't imagine you being secretive. Ever." Brittany said as she looked intently upon Santana. She wanted Santana to know that she was fully engaged in this conversation.
"No, it wasn't me, really. I mean, I suppose at some point I started to be dishonest with her. But only because I was being dishonest with myself mostly. I couldn't admit to myself that I was no longer happy. That the relationship had taken a toll on me and that I wanted and needed things from her that she wasn't giving me. I never had that conversation with her. Well, I guess I did at the very end. But by that time it was too late, the damage was done and I was ready to be out of that relationship."
Brittany nodded.
"But I don't want to talk about that stuff tonight. There will be time for all of that one day, but not now." She moved closer to Brittany. "Tonight I want to focus on you and only you." She sipped her drink once more.
Brittany gulped down her entire drink. "Can I have some more?"
Santana laughed, "Absolutely." Santana stood up out of the water with her back toward Brittany and reached for the bottle of champagne on the patio behind her.
Brittany's eyes moved over Santana seemingly memorizing every inch of Santana's body. Focusing mostly on her ass.
Santana could feel Brittany's gaze and it sent a chill through her body. She grabbed the bottle and moved closer to Brittany. She poured the champagne into Brittany's glass never taking her eyes off of Brittany's. Brittany's gaze moved from her eyes to her breast which were now just a few inches from Brittany's face as Santana leaned over Brittany to pour the drink.
Santana could feel Brittany's breath on her skin. The butterflies in her stomach were fluttering around like crazy. She moved herself even closer to Brittany, their faces less than an inch apart. She stared into Brittany's eyes and then moved her gaze onto Brittany's mouth. She lingered there for a moment contemplating whether or not to make a move and kiss her. She decided against it, for now, and pulled away. Brittany let out an in tense sigh as Santana sat back down into the hot bubbling water.
"Let's play a game." Brittany said and she licked her upper lip.
Santana bit her lower lip. "What do you want to play?"
"How about never have I ever?" Brittany suggested
"That could be fun. But that could also be trouble."
"I'm hoping it's a little bit of both," Brittany admitted.
"Wanky." Santana smiled as she took another sip of her drink.
"Ok, I'll ask first. "You know how to play right? Whoever's turn it is to say the never have aI ever picks something they've never done and says "Never have I ever blank. For example, Never have I ever been to Italy. I've never been there so I don't drink and if you haven't you don't drink either. but you have, so you take a drink," Brittany said with a smile.
"Got it. I better top this off before we get started," she winked. Santana filled her glass with more champagne.
"Are you ready?"
Santana nodded.
"Never have I ever gone skinny dipping."
"Wait, seriously, you've never done that?" Santana asked shocked.
"Nope."
Santana shrugged her shoulders and took a drink.
"OK your turn, Santana."
"Hm, let me think. Never have I ever smoked a cigarette."
"Really? That surprises me." Brittany didn't drink either.
"You either? Awesome" Santana was pleasantly surprised.
"Never have I ever had a drink while underage."
Santana took a sip.
Brittany laughed, "Lush."
"You know it!" Santana laughed holding up her glass. "Ok, my turn. never have I ever smoked weed.
Brittany didn't drink.
"Really?!" Santana said in disbelief.
"Really." "Never have I ever slept with a married man."
Santana didn't drink.
"Oh, wait, I mean woman. Never have ever slept with a married woman.
Santana slowly brought her glass to her mouth with a sly smile on her face.
"Haha, Really?! Santana Lopez you little home wrecker." Britney laughed.
"Whatever. It was only one time and her husband was fat and lazy. She needed a little pick me up. And I was honored to oblige." She smirked. "Ok, so… Never have I ever kissed an asian guy."
Still no sip from Brittany. "Neither have I."
"Oh, come on!" Santana laughed, "I totally thought you and Mike hooked up at some point.
"Mike!? Oh god Santana, that is so gross. He's like a brother to me. Sick." Brittany laughed. "So, me again? Ok. Let me think, never have I ever won a grammy award."
"That's so not fair! You are gunning for me!" Santana laughed as she took another sip of her drink. "Are you trying to get me drunk?"
"Maybe," Brittany winked.
Santana shook her head playfully, "Never have I ever, cheated on a significant other." Santana looked at Brittany intently, waiting for her to take a sip. She didn't. "Seriously, Brit?"
"Still nothing, sorry." She laughed, "You just aren't asking the right questions." She continued, "Never have I ever had a threesome."
Santana hesitated. She slowly brought the drink up to her lips and stopped, "I'm gonna get you Brit." She smiled flirtatiously and sipped her champagne.
"Santana Lopez you little sex pistol you! Who with?"
"No, no. There are no follow up questions in this game." Santana teased. "Thats for me to know and you to wonder about." She winked. "Ok, I'm gonna think of something simple. Something good."
"I mean, you could get me very easily. Just say something about a dance competition."
"No, that's cheating. And I'm not a cheater." Santana was starting to feel slightly buzzed from the alcohol. She inched her body closer to Brittany. "Hmm," she said staring into her eyes. "Never have I ever made out with someone in a hot tub." Santana locked her eyes onto Brittany and waited.
Brittany raised her drink to her lips and looked back at Santana with flirty eyes then pulled the drink from her lips. "Nope, still nothing."
"What!? Oh come on! Now I know you are lying!" Santana accused playfully.
"No, I'm serious. I never have." Brittany confirmed.
"That's complete bs. Everyone has." Santana stated.
"Have you?" Brittany asked.
"Of course I have." Santana answered.
Brittany laughed, "Well then you need to finish your drink because you just lost the game! You're only supposed to say things you've never done before, silly!" Brittany said nudging Santana's shoulder.
"Oh damn, I forgot!" She laughed, "I'm a little buzzed already," she confessed. "I'll blame it on the alcohol." She tossed back the rest of her drink and finished it in a a gulp. She moved closer to Brittany and was now facing her. "You've really never kissed someone in a hot tub before?" she asked sweetly.
"I really haven't." Brittany answered softly.
Santana slid her body against Brittany's and wrapped her arms around her neck. "Wanna change that?"
Brittany slid her arms around Santana's waist, under the water and placed her hands on Santana's ass. "I really do." She said softly while nodding slightly.
Without hesitation, Santana smiled and pressed her lips against Brittany's. Without breaking from the kiss, Brittany backed Santana up against the wall of the hot tub and pressed her body tightly against Santana's. Santana's hands moved up from Brittany's neck into her hair. Their kiss went deeper. They parted their lips and Santana slipped her tongue into Brittany's mouth. Brittany sucked Santana's tongue between her lips causing Santana to mann with pleasure. Brittany slid her hands under the bottom of Santana's bikini and a began grabbing at her bare ass. Santana moaned again, slightly loud. Brittany broke from the kiss only to move her lips to Santana's neck. She placed passionate kisses all up and down both sides of the caramel neck between her lips.
Santana reluctantly pulled away from Brittany's grasp. "Whoa, hang on, Britt. We've gotta slow down." Sh pressed her forehead against Brittany's.
Brittany, breathing heavily, was confused, "What? Did I do something wrong?"
"No, not at all sweetie. I just, this is getting pretty heavy and I, I don't want to rush things. Not with you." She placed a soft kiss on Brittany's forehead and rested her head on Brittany's shoulder. "I want things to be different with you."
Brittany smiled. She wasn't going to lie, she was definitely disappointed. But she understood, and appreciated Santana taking her time.
"Please don't be mad at me." Santana worried.
"Oh, honey, I could never be mad at you." Brittany assured her, brushing away the hair that had fallen out of Santana's ponytail in front of Santana's eyes. She kissed the top of Santana's head.
"Promise?" Santana asked.
"I promise." Brittany said with a smile. "For the record though, you said the next time you kissed me, that would mean you were ready. So are you?"
"Am I what?" Santana said through an uncontrollable yawn. Before Brittany could answer Santana continued, "I'm sleepy, Britt." She yawned again.
"Do you want to go inside?" Brittany asked, stroking Santana's hair soothingly.
"Mhmm," Santana said with her eyes already closed.
"Santana, come on. Up you go." Brittany stood to her feet and pulled Santana up with her. Santana, barely able to keep her eyes open, stumbled out of the hot tub.
"Hey, be careful, Santana." Brittany said as she grabbed Santana by her arms and pulled her against her side. "Let me help you."
"Mmk," Santana mumbled.
Brittany managed to make it through the house and up the stairs to the bedroom in the loft. When they reached the top of the stairs Santana immediately started taking her swim suit off. Brittany quickly turned away, "Uhh— Hey Santana, where do you keep your pajamas? I can get them for you?" She fidgeted nervously, not sure how she should handle this situation.
"I'm already wearing them." Santana said as she flopped down onto the bed.
"That was fast," Brittany thought to herself as she turned around. "Santana, you're not wearing pajamas. You're naked." Brittany exclaimed as she covered her eyes.
Santana laughed, "This is what I wear to bed, Brit."
Brittany laughed. "That is so not true. I've slept with you before and you were wearing clothes."
"Let me rephrase, this is what I wear to bed when I am too drunk and too tired to change into something else." She patted the empty space on the bed next to her. "Come cuddle me." She said in a flirty tone.
"But, you're naked." Brittany still couldn't quite look at her.
"Do you not like what you see?" Santana pouted.
"No, it's not that at all. It's the exact opposite of that."
"so what's the problem, baby?"
"You just… you said you wanted to take things slow. And if I get into that bed with you while you are—looking like that… I won't be able to control myself." Brittany confessed nervously.
"Who said I want you to control yourself."
Brittany was confused. "You did, I think." She rubbed her temples lightly with her fingertips. "When we were making out in the hot tub, and things were starting to get a little intense, you stopped it. You said you wanted to take things slow."
"Brit…" Santana started crawling toward the foot of the bed where Brittany was standing.
"Is this a test? Are you testing me or something? Trying to see if I respect you or value you or something? Cos I'm about to fail the test. Miserably."
Santana rose to her knees. Her bare chest seemed to be beckoning Brittany's touch. She reach out for Brittany's hands and Brittany complied. "Come to bed with me," she said as she pressed her lips to Brittany's, wrapping her arms around Brittany's neck. Brittany succumbed to Santana's tempting and gave in to the kiss. She pulled Santana's naked body against her bikini-clad flesh. Santana responded by pulling Brittany down onto the bed, on top of her, wrapping her legs around Brittany's waist and sinking further into their kiss. She untied the strings that formed a bow behind Brittany's neck and threw the top across the room. She cupped on of Brittany's breasts in her hand and began massaging it and teasing Brittany by playing with her nipple, gently rubbing it between her thumb and pointer finger. Brittany sighed with pleasure.
Brittany cupped Santana's face in her hands and began passionately kissing her, letting her body pin Santana down to the bed. She slipped her tongue into Santana's mouth and flicked Santana's tongue with her own. Santana moved her lips around Brittany's tongue and began sucking on it, making Brittany squirm. "Santana, wait." Brittany abruptly pulled away. She sat up and moved beside Santana.
"You ok, Brit?" Santana said as she turned onto her side, facing Brittany.
"I don't want to do this. You are drunk. And you're not ready."
"Brittany, I never said I wasn't ready."
"When we were in the hot tub, you said you didn't want to move too fast. I think this is what you meant by moving fast."
Santana sat up and pulled Brittany into an embrace. "I'm not ready, Brit. I'm not ready for a relationship. But I am ready to take this to the next level."
"But isn't that the next level? A relationship?" Brittany asked, feeling very naive for having to ask what she thought was an incredibly silly question.
Santana pulled away from the hug. "For some people I guess it would be, yes. But not for me." Santana could see that Brittany still was confused. "I'm not ready to be anyone's girlfriend, I don't have much time for any of that stuff at the moment," Santana looked into Brittany's eyes trying her best to reassure her. "But I like so you much and I am ready to be something more than what we are now," she paused tucking her hair behind her ear, she seemed nervous as she continued, "I don't wanna be friends. I want to be more."
"You want my bad romance?" Brittany joked.
Santana smiled, "Something like that." Santana kept her eyes on Brittany, trying to gauge her reaction. Brittany was hard to read. "Is that something you are ok with? Moving forward without a commitment? Without a title?"
Brittany smiled softly and leaned closer to Santana. "I can work with that," she said as she placed a kiss on Santana's lips.
"Third time's a charm?" Santana said with laughed between kisses.
"Mmm, better late than never." Brittany smiled, before planting another kiss on Santana. "Hey, actually, I have a question for you."
Santana opened her eyes and looked at Brittany who was laying on top of her. "What's that?" she asked, licking her bottom lip.
"It's about that song you recorded earlier…" She looked away from Santana for a moment, then moved her eyes back to the beauty.
"What about it?" Santana said looking up at Brittany with doe eyes.
"Sebastian and Artie were saying that when you originally started recording it, the lyrics were about something completely different."
"Yes, that's true. But it wasn't just the lyrics that changed, the entire song become something completely different than what I had originally wrote and recorded."
"Right. So, I was wondering, because you said the song was about someone… who was it about?" Brittany looked down at the sheets nervously, unable to look at Santana.
"Who was it about or who did it end up being about?" Santana asked coyly.
"Oh, they are different people?" Brittany's attention was peeked.
"Mhmm," Santana snuggled in to Brittany's side. "Two very different songs for two very different ladies and two completely separate situations.
"Well, both then."
"Nope, pick one. Would you rather know who the song wound up being about or who the other version's muse was?"
Brittany thought for a moment before deciding, "Was."
Santana sighed, "Dani."
Brittany grumbled, "I figured," she rolled her eyes.
Santana laughed, "It wasn't a nice song, Brittany," Santana said in a soft comforting tone. "It was pretty much a 'I was a fool for ever loving you' sort of song." She turned her face to look at Brittany, "I'm much happier with the new version of the song and it's muse." Santana kissed Brittany's shoulder.
Brittany wrapped her arm around Santana's tiny frame and pulled her even closer into her. Santana rested her head on Brittany's shoulder and hugged her tightly. Their naked bodies completely intertwined. "Lord Tubbington would've loved you."
"I'm sure I would've loved him too." Santana kissed Brittany's cheek softly. "Tell me about him."
"He was the cutest, coolest cat to ever live." Brittany's face it up when she spoke about him. "My mom bought him for me when I was in 4th grade. It was a week before a huge dance competition and I was out roller blading with friends, I tried to do something a little too fancy, I fell and broke my arm. I broke it in three different places. One week before a major super important dance competition."
"So you couldn't compete?"
"Nope. And I was devastated."
"Aww, poor baby Brit." Santana's lips formed a faux frown.
"I know, right? I was so upset. I wouldn't leave my room. No matter what my parents tried to lure me out. Nothing worked. Until a week later, the day of the competition. I heard he tiniest little meow I had ever heard before coming from the hallway. When I opened the door… there he was. He was so small he could fit in the palm of my hand." She started running her fingers through Santana's hair as she continued reminiscing, "He was wearing this little poncho and sombrero. It was the cutest thing I had ever seen and then when he said 'Hola' I knew he was the kitty for me."
"Did you always want a spanish speaking kitten?" Santana laughed softly.
"I never knew I always wanted it. But once I had him I knew, he was the one I always wanted. Ya know?"
Santana nodded.
"This one time we were in the mall—"
"You and your mom?"
"No, me and Lord Tubs," Brittany corrected her.
"You took him to the mall with you?" Santana asked, surprised at the thought.
"All the time—" Brittany turned to look at Santana and smiled.
"Oh, right. I don't know why I asked that. Of course you took him to the mall. Continue," she smiled back.
"Well we were in the mall, and I saw this guy from my high school that I was really crushing on but I was too shy to say anything to him. Lord Tubbington went over to him and told him that I thought he was cute and he wound up coming over to be and asking me out on a date."
"Seriously? That's adorable." Santana titled her head back to look at Brittany.
Brittany nodded. "We wound up dating for 2 years. All thanks to Lord Tubs."
"That's pretty sweet." Santana settled back in to her spot in Brittany's arms.
"Yeah, he was the best."
"Your ex?"
"No! LT! You gotta keep up with me Santana Lopez." Brittany chuckled.
"I'm sorry, I'm just not used to cats being as cool as Lord Tubbington."
"He was one of a kind." Brittany continued, "He loved to surf. He was a great surfer."
Santana couldn't help her laughter. Picturing a cat in a wet suit on a surf board riding the waves was just too much for her.
"We used to surf together all the time. I miss that."
"You know how to surf?"
"I do."
"I didn't know that. Maybe you could teach me sometime?"
"I'd like that a lot." Brittany smiled and snuggled Santana closer to her and started running her fingers up and down Santana's bare back and hip.
"I love the way you touch me." Santana said as she titled her head back once more to look Brittany in the eye. As Brittany looked back at Santana, her piercing blue eyes twinkled like bright shining stars in the night sky. Santana couldn't get enough of the way Brittany's eyes seemed to smile at her. Whenever she looked at Santana, her eyes were filled with with a look of adoration, of devotion. Santana let out a gentle sigh. "I hope you never stop looking at me that way." She placed her hand on the back of Brittany's neck and pulled her toward her for a kiss.
"I hope you never stop kissing me like that." Brittany smiled and gave Santana a quick kiss on the lips before turning onto her side. She placed soft sweet kisses all over Santana's body, moving from her mouth, to her neck, down to her breasts and then down her naval. Santana cupped her hands around Brittany's face and pulled her on top of her. Their breasts were pressed against each other and the warmth of Brittany's body on hers sent a tingly feeling down between Santana's legs. Santana leaned up into Brittany and took Brittany's ear in her mouth and whispered, "I want you…" as she nibbled on the lobe. Brittany moaned slightly with pleasure at the sensation of Santana's breath in her ear and without hesitation she kissed further down Santana's body than before. She made her way to the caramel thighs that were tightly wrapped around her own just a few minutes prior. She push Santana's legs up so they were bent at the knees and then spread them apart, slowly pushing her face between them. She slowly licked the inside of each of Santana's thighs and worked her way to the middle… to Santana's sweet spot.
She kissed the outer lips of Santana's vagina softly and gently brushed her lips over Santana's clit, causing her body to grow tense and her toes to curl up. Brittany placed a sweet kiss on Santana's clit as she made her way back to her center. Santana's body trembled with pleasure from Brittany's erotic touch. Brittany spread the outer lips of Santana's vagina with two of her fingers and with a soft but firm tongue began to stroke Santana's clit. She licked it up and down, down and up, over and over. Santana's body grew more tense with every stroke fro Brittany's tongue. And right when Santana's breathing quickened, Brittany changed the pace and technique causing Santana to moan uncontrollably.
"Mmm, Brit. You feel so good."
Brittany circled Santana's clit with her tongue. Around and Around. Over and Over. Santana's hands were gripping the back of Brittany's head. With each lick, Santana grabbed a handful of blonde hair and pulled, the pleasure nearly being too much to handle. Brittany reach her free hand up to Santana's right breast and began massaging it. She teased Santana's erect nipple between her thumb and pointer finger as she began thrusting her tongue in and out of Santana's vagina. In and out. Out and In. Deeper. Harder. Deeper.
"Ohhh, baby. Fuck." Santana arched her back involuntarily as let out a decibel shattering moan. "Mmmm. Baby." Santana came and pleasure flowed from her center into Brittany's mouth. Brittany licked every drop.
Santana's cries of pleasure made Brittany's center grow warm with a tingling sensation. She grabbed Santana's hand and touched herself with it.
"Damn, baby. I don't know who enjoyed that more. Me or you." Santana managed to say as she tried to catch her breath. She flipped Brittany onto her back and climbed on top of her. She began grinding her center into Brittany's.
"Equal." That was all Brittany could muster out.
Santana's warm, wet, cum soaked vagina grinding on Brittany's felt amazing for both of them. Santana rolled her hips in a circle, causing their clits to bump into each other repeatedly. "Fuck. Me." Brittany moaned.
"Mmm, I am baby. I am." Santana smiled.
Brittany pulled Santana's mouth onto hers and kissed her passionately as Santana continued to ride her, rolling her hips and thrusting her center into Brittany. Santana's clit was still engorged from the orgasm she had a few minutes prior and she was still wet from Brittany's mouth and her own cum so it wasn't going to take her very long to reach her climax again. She was trying her best to fight it, she wanted to experience her orgasm simultaneously with Brittany's. "Baby, I'm about to cum," She whispered to Brittany.
"Not yet, babe. I'm almost there." Brittany's breathing was getting heavier and heavier by the second. She was practically panting. Her pussy was It was only a matter of time before she came too.
She repositioned herself between Brittany's legs, throwing Brittany's left leg over her shoulder. She started rolling her hips in the opposite direction and bam. There it was. "Fuck," Santana moaned. Brittany's pussy was spread wider now and Santana felt an explosion of warmth against her own and it was like a fire had been lit between the two girls. Santana's pace quickened and Brittany's breathing grew heavier. Santana rotated back and forth, around and around in a circle with each motion their clits bumping into each other.
"Oh my god, I'm gonna cum baby." Brittany shouted. Brittany propped herself up slightly, pressing her hands into the bed.
"Fuck, baby. I'm gonna cum too." Santana moaned.
Santana buried her face into Brittany's shoulder as she picked up her pace, thrusting her pussy into Brittany's.
Thrust.
Grind.
Thrust.
Grind.
Grind.
Thrust.
Grind.
Grind.
Climax.
"I'm cumming! I'm cumming." Brittany moaned with her toes curled and her fingertips dug into Santana's back. Her cum covering Santana's pussy.
"Oh. Baaaabbbbyyyyy." Santana shouted as she erupted with pleasure onto Brittany's vagina. She collapsed down, panting, onto Brittany's sweaty body. When she finally caught her breathe, "Holy shit," was all that she could say.
"I've never had an orgasm like that." Brittany said, still trying to catch her breath. "Like that intense. Ever. You are good at what you do."
"Wanky." Santana smiled.
"No, I mean it. I've never ever had an orgasm that intense. And I've never uhh—" she hesitated, feeling slightly silly about what she was about to say, "I've never had sex like that before... with a girl."
"Like what?"
"You know, like… vagina to vagina."
"Really!? Santana was shocked. "That's kinda the only thing I consider full on sex between two girls."
"Oh, not me. Oral, toys and hands all count for me."
"Nah, that is just foreplay." Santana continued, "You can do all of that stuff with a guy and you don't call it sex, do you?"
Brittany thought for a moment, "No, I wouldn't count that as sex if it was a guy and a girl. Huh, I never thought about it like that."
Santana smirked, "See."
"Well, then, by your standards, you were the first girl I've ever had sex with."
"I don't have a problem with that. Not one bit." Santana kissed Brittany as she smiled. "So you liked it?"
"I loved it! God damn, Santana. Where did you learn to move your hips like that?"
"I'm a Latina. Our hips don't lie."
"Truth." Brittany nodded.
"Babe, I'm sleepy." Santana said as she curled up into Brittany's arms.
Brittany pulled the blankets up to cover them. "Me too honey, let's get some sleep."
"G'night babe." Santana kissed Brittany sweetly.
"Night." Brittany tightened her grip on Santana and within a minute both were fast asleep.