A/N: Not much to say today other than THANK YOU for all your support :) Can't tell you how much it means. Especially forblueskies :) Your reviews always put a smile on my face, thanks ;)
I mentioned this in response to a review, so I thought I'd share - Re: Britt's struggle – I'd like to think that she's in denial about her feelings like Santana was in the show, but they didn't really elaborate on it (even though many fics have since). This is just my interpretation :)
SPA DAY!
Onward and up!
-H
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee :(
CHAPTER 13
"You ready, Quinnie?" Santana asked, glancing up at her best friend.
The blonde adjusted her cute sundress and smiled, nodding. "Thanks for doing this, San," she mused quietly as the made their way downstairs.
"Time for some kick back relax time with my bestie," Santana replied with a wink. "Long overdue."
She was rewarded with a warm smile.
"Buenos dias, mami," Santana called as she walked past the living room.
"Hi, girls," Carmen called back. "You two are up early."
"Santana's treating me to a spa day."
"Oh, is my daughter starting to realise that there's someone else in this world besides Rachel?"
"Shut up," Santana retorted good-naturedly. "We've been totally better this week, right, Quinnie?"
"Yeah, we only had to break them up…" she trailed off as she mentally counted in her head, "…thirteen times this week."
"Har har," Santana muttered, rolling her eyes as her mother laughed heartily.
"Have you told her?" Quinn asked her best friend.
"Told me what?" Carmen asked, her interest piqued.
Santana glared at Quinn, who just smiled widely. This was a game they often played. She sighed and turned to her mother. "I'm having dinner at Rachel's house tomorrow. I'm meeting her dads."
Carmen grinned. "Well, this is cause for a celebration. My daughter has finally found someone who has hung around long enough to subject her parents to her wrath."
"Gracias, mami," Santana said sarcastically. "Su apoyo es abrumador."
"She loves to dish it out, but can't take it," Carmen teased.
Quinn chuckled and Santana stuck out her tongue.
"Ok, we're going now. Any more derogatory comments you wish to make, Mother?"
"Oooh, Mother. She's bringing out the big guns."
Carmen and Quinn laughed again and Santana glared at them. As if it wasn't bad enough that her brothers teased her mercilessly, now she had to take it from her mother and best friend? Hell fucking no.
"Well, seeing as how you two seem to having such a great time laughing at me, I'll go and get myself a deep tissue massage from a really hot European blonde masseuse and I'll tell you all about it when I get home."
"Shut up, loser, I'm coming," Quinn said, still chuckling.
"Have fun, ladies," Carmen sang as Santana pulled the door closed behind her, perhaps a little louder than intended.
"Relax, San. You know we're just teasing you."
"Whatever," the Latina grumbled. "Why is it the world's biggest fucking joke that I have a girlfriend, though?"
"Um, probably because you've never been this serious with anyone before?" Quinn replied, opening the passenger door to Santana's car. "Your last two relationships, which happen to also be your only relationships, consisted more of physical loving than emotional loving. This is a definite improvement. I'm not saying that you're in love with Rachel, San. And besides, they wouldn't be your family if they didn't tease you. It's part of the Lopez DNA or something."
Santana grinned and started the car. She couldn't really deny that.
Rachel smiled at the blonde lady behind the desk as she arranged the appointments for her and Brittany's day at Holly's Holliday House. Holly was a good friend of her dads.
"Thanks, hot stuff," Holly said with a grin.
Rachel rolled her eyes. "You're not in high school anymore, Holly," she teased. "Stop trying to be like the cool kids."
"Ouch, that stung, Rach. You wound me with your vicious, vicious words."
"She learnt from the best," Brittany said behind her.
"Indeed. Miss Brittany Pierce, ladies and gents. The first bitch to ever grace McKinley," Holly said with a smirk.
"Hey, let us know when it's senior citizen day again and we'll promise to help you up the stairs," Brittany retorted, a matching smirk on her face.
"Damn," Rachel and Holly said, breaking into chuckles.
"Sounds like someone had a nice tall glass of bitch this morning," Rachel teased.
"Always start off my day with something healthy," Brittany replied with a wink.
"All right, girls," Holly said, glancing down at her book. "We've got you down for hot stone massages first thing, then some sauna down time and then the full mani, pedi, facial combo after lunch. Sound good?"
"Sounds perfect," Rachel said with a grin.
Her phoned chimed and she clicked open the new message from Santana.
Hey sexy. Q and I are ten minutes away. See you in the sauna. xxx
Rachel took a sharp intake of breath. God, she really couldn't wait another nine days. She was aching to feel Santana and she knew the feeling was mutual.
"Lover girl?" Brittany asked curiously.
"Yup. She's almost here. But she and Quinn are gonna do their own thing. If we cross paths then we do, but today is about you and me and her and Quinn. It's a best friend day."
Brittany rolled her eyes. "God, she really has warped your brain."
"Oh, we could always go if you don't feel like a best friend day."
"I didn't say that," Brittany said quickly and Rachel smiled smugly.
"Ladies, Jesse will direct you to your massages," Holly said.
"Holy crap!" Brittany said out loud before clamping a hand over her mouth.
Rachel, Holly and Jesse looked at her curiously.
"Sorry," she said with a laugh. "He totally looks like our principal's son, is all."
Rachel burst out laughing. "He totally does!"
"Is that a compliment?" Jesse asked worriedly.
Brittany and Rachel looked at each other and frowned.
"Ummm," Brittany mumbled.
"Massages?" Holly asked brightly.
"Yes, please," Rachel said, thankful for the alleviation in tension.
"Filter much?" she hissed at Brittany, who simply shrugged.
Brittany thanked the tall blonde German guy who had done her massage and wrapped the towel around her. Her fluffy white robe was hanging off the hook behind the door.
"Rach, you want me to wait for you?" she asked.
Rachel had requested a deep tissue massage as well so hers was going to take an extra half an hour. She waved her hand in decline.
"Go have fun, B," she mumbled, groaning in a mixture of pleasure and pain.
The blonde smiled and rolled her eyes. Not having done much physical activity for two weeks meant that her muscles were actually quite relaxed. She hated deep tissue massages anyway. They always hurt so goddamn much.
"Heya, Blondie," Holly greeted as Brittany stepped out of the room. "Where to now?"
"Maybe the sauna?" she suggested, shrugging her shoulders. "I dunno. Rachel's still busy."
"It's empty right now so enjoy it," Holly said. "Don't lock yourself in now," added with a teasing tone as she walked off.
Brittany rolled her eyes and made her way to the very large sauna. She'd known Holly for years, being a frequent visitor at the Berry household and she always teased her for being the token straight girl in a house full of queers.
The Head Cheerio opened the door to the sauna and smiled at the steam that billowed out.
This is more like it.
Saunas were definitely more her style. She loved the feeling of sweat sticking to her body. It was why she loved dancing (besides the fact that she rocked at it); it was a full body workout and she loved walking away afterwards drenched in sweat and feeling her body hum with adrenaline.
Similarly, she enjoyed that part of sex immensely too. Brittany groaned as she realised that she hadn't had sex in forever and her libido was not happy. She grabbed a towel from the stack and glanced around before slipping her robe off and wrapping the towel around her instead. She hung up the robe and stepped inside the sauna, shutting the door behind her. She went to the left hand corner and sat right at the top, discarding the towel and laying it along the top step. The steam was thick, just how she liked it. Once settled into a comfortable position, Brittany closed her eyes and let the heat open her pores. Even after a few minutes, she felt invigorated. Her skin was tingling and she bit her lip.
She was alone, horny as hell, in a sauna.
Fuck it.
She let her hand run down her now slick body, arousal already shooting between her legs. It really had been too long for her considering she'd been regularly laid a few times a week before going cold turkey.
Not by choice.
Brittany shut the voices in her head off and focused on her hand and the movements it was making all over her body. She gently squeezed her breast, flicking her thumb over the nipple and causing it to harden almost immediately. Her other hand ran over her stomach, the muscles still taut despite her lack of training. She was very proud of her abs and she worked rigorously to keep them looking the way they did. Once Puck had been acting uncharacteristically sweet and had kissed her all over her body. Brittany had found tingles shooting throughout her body when he'd kissed her abs.
She ran her fingers lightly over her stomach, feeling her muscles clench and unclench, causing her to tighten her legs as she felt a rush of wetness between them.
She bit harder on her lip as her one hand continued massaging her breast and the other moved further down to where she desperately needed it. She gasped quietly as her index and middle fingers slipped down her folds easily. The combination of the steam and her own wetness made movement very easy and the blonde quickly found a rhythm. Her back arched a little off the bench as she touched her clit. She shuddered and did it again, squeezing her breast in pleasure.
She let out a little moan as her hand travelled lower. She widened her legs slightly and slipped two fingers inside herself, immediately moving them around before pulling them out and repeating the motion. Her body was getting a little desperate for a release so she sped up her movements. Her breathing came in quick gasps as she felt her stomach coil.
Fuck, yes, this is going to be good.
The door suddenly opened and Brittany stilled, her hands frozen where they were.
You have got to be fucking kidding me!
Her eyes flew open, but she couldn't see the door for all the steam. The sauna was pretty big so the chances of someone seeing her unless they actually came to sit where she was, were slim.
A familiar humming made her involuntarily squeeze her legs tighter, trapping her hand there. Of course this would be her fucking luck. Of all the people to walk into the sauna just as she was about to revel in a much-needed orgasm, it had to be Santana.
Jesus, the universe was fucked up. She could feel the desire pent up in her stomach, ready for that final push. Not a fuck was she risking Santana hearing her get off. She'd never live that down.
She kept her eyes peeled for any sign of movement, but it sounded like the humming was going to the opposite corner from where she was.
Oh, thank God.
The humming turned into singing. Brittany didn't recognise the tune, but she considered the possibility of Santana's singing drowning out her own noises.
With her luck? Yeah, right. God, her arousal was becoming painful. She chanced moving the fingers that were still inside her and pleasure shot through her body. She quietly took a deep breath and relaxed her thigh muscles.
But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened
And that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger
And that feels so rough
Brittany rolled her eyes. Of all the songs, seriously? She shut her eyes tightly, blocking out Santana's voice and concentrating on the subtle movements of her fingers. She quickly worked up a quiet rhythm that starting building up what she'd lost in her brief respite.
Fuck, almost there.
She curled her fingers inside, pushing them as deep as they could go and triggered her orgasm. Relief and pleasure washed over her as her back arched slightly and her breath caught in her throat. Her legs shook slightly with aftershocks as she carefully brought herself down.
"Is someone in here?"
Brittany's eyes flew open.
Shit!
"I'm sorry, I thought I was by myself," she continued. "Hello?"
Brittany carefully pushed herself up and wrapped the towel around her, wiping her fingers on the damp white material.
"I must be going crazy," she heard Santana mumble.
She checked that she was appropriate before speaking. "Only just figuring that out, Lopez?"
"Brittany?"
"Jackpot."
"What…?"
"What what?" the blonde asked, sounding nonchalant.
"Were you…?" Santana seemed uncomfortable.
"I should record this. Santana Lopez fumbling for words. Front page news for sure."
She heard the Latina huff and saw a shape appear nearby. She was wearing a towel, same as Brittany, but had her hair piled loosely on top of her head and it gave her face a very different look.
"Oh, I forgot. You're blind," Brittany teased, trying to shake how this new look of Santana's was affecting her.
"Actually, I'm wearing my contacts today," Santana replied, jumping up the benches and lying next to Brittany.
"What are you doing?" the blonde asked.
"Same as you." She settled down and got comfortable. "Hmmm, love the sauna. It's totally my favourite part of this place."
Brittany didn't reply. She closed her eyes and tried to relax, but it was hard to ignore Santana's presence next to her in nothing more than a towel.
"So what made you decide on Mad World?" Santana suddenly asked.
Brittany's eyes opened again and she sighed. "I just heard it on the radio when I was going home on Tuesday and I thought it sounded cool."
"Hmmm."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Brittany said sharply.
"Nothing. Just the way you sang it…I thought maybe there was a more…"
"More what?"
"A more personal story behind it," Santana said eventually.
"And what makes you think I would've told you even if there was?" Brittany asked, sitting up suddenly.
"I don't know," Santana replied. "Sometimes you tell me things that I don't expect. I thought-"
"Well, don't," Brittany interrupted. "Whatever heart-to-heart we had on Monday was most likely a result of shock from the pain or the meds or something. Don't read too much into it." She settled back down onto the bench.
"What-"
"Jesus, Santana!" Brittany exploded. "I'm happy to give this friends thing a shot, but right now I'm getting my relaxation on. And I prefer silence when I'm relaxing."
"Well, I'm going to sing," Santana said. Her tone told Brittany that she was doing it simply to piss her off.
"Why do you take such pleasure in making my life miserable?" the blonde sighed.
"Me make your life miserable?" Santana asked, laughing. "Oh, that is so rich! When, pray tell, have I ever made your life miserable?"
"Um, let me think, how about when you gave me a concussion?" Brittany snapped back.
"You started the fight!"
"Because you don't know when to shut your mouth!"
"So just because I'm not scared to stand up to you, the fight was my fault?" Santana asked incredulously.
"Argh, see? This is why I told Rachel this would never work. You're insufferable. Everything must always be about you."
Santana just laughed. "Now I wish I could record this."
Brittany stood up and looked over Santana with her arms folded across her chest. Her hands were resting on her stomach and she eyes were closed.
"Why couldn't you have just left things the way they were?"
Her eyes opened then and narrowed. She also stood up and looked at Brittany as if she couldn't believe she'd actually just heard the question.
"Excuse me? You're joking, right?"
Brittany raised an eyebrow. "You didn't have to offer yourself up as bait. You brought the pain on yourself. And yet somehow we're the bad guys."
"Ok, first off, I told you ingrates to pick on me, as you so said, because I didn't think it was fair that my friends, who are all pretty awesome people, got slushied and tossed into dumpsters every other day because the Neanderthals that believe they run the school need the same kind of entertainment as cave men."
"What-"
"Oh no, I'm not done. You wanted me to talk, so now you're gonna listen," Santana continued firmly. "Secondly, what is it about me and my friends that is so terrible that you felt the need to treat us like less than humans? Actually, this is something that I've thought about at length, and my theory is that you're jealous."
"Jealous?" Brittany scoffed.
"Yes, jealous. I'd write it down for you, but I'm pretty sure you can spell."
Brittany grit her teeth.
Santana continued, "Glee Club may be considered gay, a one way ticket to Loserville, Losers R Us, fag explosion, dykes unite, whatever the fuck you morons call us, but every single person in that club is my friend. And I'm not talking about a superficial I-like-you-this-week-but-hate-you-next-week-because-you-slept-with-my-boyfriend kind of friend. They're the kind of friends that have your back, no matter what. And I can tell you now that when I graduate, I'm going to stay in contact with every single one of them, and I'll probably see them in a few years. How many of your Cheerios and jock friends can you honestly see yourself forming lasting relationships with? Puck was a grand disaster and there's Rachel. You have one friend, Brittany. One. And I'm supposed to believe you're the top dog?"
Brittany's heart was hammering, but it wasn't from Santana's proximity. She was trying really hard not to cry.
"Everyone in Glee Club can sing and dance. And a few of them can act. Most of us are on the honour roll and are part of other academic clubs. If they took my college application against any of the Cheerios, who would they choose? Me. You know why? Because I'm well-rounded. I'm balanced. I'm talented, but I don't hog the spotlight. Do you know how many more opportunities there are available to us because we took the time to discover them and hone them?"
She took a deep breath and rubbed the back of her neck as her eyes bore into Brittany's.
The blonde tried to control her breathing.
"I bet you think that makes you a top dog, huh?" she spat.
Santana shrugged.
"Well, guess what, Lupus, you aren't a top dog and you never will be. Sure everyone knows your name because you're banging one of the top cheerleaders in school who happens to be the most popular next to me. And I can flunk all my classes and do nothing other than Cheerios and I'll still get a full ride because I may not be book smart like you but I'm a fucking good cheerleader. And down in the dungeon with the rest of your Gleeks that may mean nothing, but in the real world, where it does matter, cheerleaders are royalty. So congrats, you staged a little coup at one measly high school. Big fucking deal. It doesn't make a difference because the world still considers me royalty and you dog shit."
"Take it back," Santana said suddenly, stepping very close to the blonde and Brittany could feel the anger radiating off her skin.
Brittany simply glared back. "Why should I let you say shit about me, but the minute I say something back, I should apologise? Do you really not understand what a double standard is? Or do you just think that the world should bow down to Santana Lopez?"
"God, you still don't get it! I don't want anyone bowing down to me! I just don't think that anyone should have to bow down to anyone. Every person that you meet is responsible for who they are. Why should they constantly apologise for that when they're just trying to figure out who they are? I don't know everything about myself yet. It's a constant process. I'd bet that there are many things that you're going to discover about yourself. But we shouldn't be made to fear these new discoveries in case they don't fit the little boxes that you've created for us."
"I didn't create any boxes," Brittany argued. "The boxes were already there, Santana. Society created them and society is a hell of a lot bigger than William McKinley High School."
Santana took a step back and leaned against the back wall. "Fuck it, I know that, Brittany. I'm not stupid." She sounded tired. "But can't you see that it only takes a handful of people to initiate change? You see it in schools all over the country. They're combating things like bullying and homophobia one school at a time because it's logically impossible to affect society as a whole. But you start small and the ripple effect reaches to another school, and from there it goes to another school and so on and so forth. That's how you make a difference. But it starts with one school. It starts with one group of people."
Brittany frowned at Santana and studied her as she finished her speech.
"So you standing up for your friends, how was that you trying to make a change?" she asked, her voice a little softer.
Santana shrugged. "I'm not so sure that was me trying to initiate a grand shift in the societal paradigm. That was just me being a martyr, as you so memorably said."
"Look, Santana," Brittany began.
"Don't worry about it," Santana cut in, lifting her hand. She chuckled mirthlessly. "You weren't wrong. I do have this…complex, I suppose you could call it."
"What. like a god complex?"
"I'm not so sure that's the right term, but it's similar. I don't even know if it's a real complex, but I call it the Mother Theresa complex."
"Mother Theresa?" Brittany furrowed her brows.
"Well, yeah. You know her, right?"
Brittany nodded. Her parents were devout Catholics so she'd done the whole Sunday School thing.
"Well, she gave her life to the service of others. Everything she did was to benefit those less fortunate than herself. So, I guess, in a really twisted way that kinda makes me feel like a bit of bitch for insulting her memory, I thought that me taking the slushies would spare them the humiliation. I was trying to help them, I guess."
Santana frowned. "Jesus, I really am a martyr. My initial intention may have been to help my friends, but over time I started to enjoy how they respected me."
"A little misplaced, don't you think?" Brittany ventured.
Santana lifted a shoulder. "I guess I didn't think so at the time, but yeah." She sunk to the floor and Brittany immediately averted her eyes from the Latina's exposed upper legs.
"Fuck!" Santana whispered, dropping her head into her hands.
Shit, now what?
Brittany shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other. She felt as out of place as when she'd found Santana crying in the hospital bathroom. These long talks about themselves and shit were becoming a habit and Brittany was a little uncertain as to whether she liked them or not. Was it the talking or simply because they were with Santana?
Stop it!
"Look, I didn't mean-"
"No, you don't understand," Santana said, looking up at her. "Everything that I have propagated from day one has simply been in service of this fucked up complex I have going on. I'm a fucking hypocrite!"
"No, look, you're not," Brittany said quickly. Crap, Rachel was going to kill her if Santana walked out having lost all of her fire and shit. "Santana, as you said, you're trying to figure out who you are. We all are, right? So maybe this is the universe or whatever's way of telling you that your heart's in the right place but maybe you need to take a different journey."
Holy shit, where the fuck did that come from?
Santana seemed to agree with Brittany's conscience because she looked up at her with a look of disbelief on her face.
Brittany went with it. "Ok, so you remember how you were telling me about whether you weren't sure if you wanted to be a doctor or not?"
Santana's eyes widened and a small smile played on her lips. "You remember that?"
"Well, yeah," Brittany replied, trying to sound indifferent. "Whatever, no big deal. Anyway, maybe you should look into something like politics."
"Politics?"
Brittany shrugged. "You're stubborn as hell, but you're passionate about what you believe in. You fight for the little guys and you don't give up. You're also not afraid to get your hands dirty. And let's face it, politics is very dirty."
"Huh."
Santana looked contemplative and Brittany suddenly felt like she was intruding on her private thinking time or something.
What the actual fuck, Pierce? Grow a pair.
"I honestly never even considered politics as a potential career choice," Santana mused.
"Glad I could help," Brittany said, her voice unnaturally high.
"What about you?"
"What about me?"
"Do you have any idea what you want to do after school?" Santana asked.
"Um, go to college," Brittany mumbled.
Santana smiled. "And study what?"
Brittany opened her mouth and closed it again. She had no idea. She'd always figured that she'd get a cheerleading scholarship and study whatever she felt like and marry a football player or something and be set for life. They're super reliable.
"It's ok if you don't know, Britt," Santana said lightly. "You're only a sophomore."
Brittany's eyes widened and Santana's mirrored hers when she realised what she'd said.
"I'm sorry, I-"
"No, it's fine-"
"But it's kinda weird."
"Yeah."
They slumped into an awkward silence.
"You wouldn't want to go into writing like your dad?" Santana eventually asked quietly.
Brittany shook her head fervently. She didn't want to do anything that might give her parents the opportunity to keep her close.
"Ok, well what about your dancing?"
"What about it?" Brittany asked, shrugging.
"Would you consider pursuing it further?"
Brittany shrugged again. "I don't know. I mean, I never thought about it really."
"Well, you're really good. And I've seen you dance outside of Cheerios and Glee. You could definitely make a career out of it."
"Hmmm." Would she enjoy dancing for the rest of her life?
"Just something to consider," Santana said with a smile.
"How do you know how I dance outside of Cheerios and Glee?" Brittany asked suspiciously.
"Well, I saw you at the party a few weeks back, even though you were totally wasted, you moved really naturally. Almost like the music moved you as opposed to you having control over it." She chuckled. "Sorry, that sounded like something out of Jay and Silent Bob's world."
"I love Jay and Silent Bob," Brittany grinned.
"Yeah?"
"Totally. Clerks was one of the funniest movies I saw when I was younger." She frowned. "Then again, I hardly understood anything, but I've watched it again since then and it's pretty hilarious."
Santana laughed. "My brother Miguel went through a phase of trying to be like Silent Bob. He wouldn't say anything and then randomly spout these grand pearls of wisdom. Well, so he thought. We all preferred the silent parts better."
Brittany laughed too. "It's weird to think that I'm not really going to be around to see my brother and sister got to high school," she mused. "You and your brothers are so close. I mean," she amended quickly, "it sounds like you are."
Santana smiled. "It's ok, Brittany. Talking about feelings and shit won't make us spontaneously combust. You're safe."
Brittany rolled her eyes.
"But yeah, we are a very close family," Santana said, resting her hands on her knees. "Why won't you see your brother and sister hit high school?"
"Well, I definitely don't plan on staying in Lima once I graduate. I'm going to an out of state college and hopefully will move somewhere far away."
Santana frowned. "Lima's not that bad."
"It's not Lima," Brittany said before her brain could actually stop her.
Pierce, this is not fucking Dr. Phil.
"Oh," Santana said quietly.
They shared a few moments of silence before Brittany blurted out, "It's my parents. I just need to get away from them."
Santana looked at her curiously. "They're not around a lot, are they?"
Brittany shook her head. "The twins weren't planned. My parents were happy with one kid. Eight years after me, surprise! Needless to say, they weren't about to let the surprise affect their careers," she finished bitterly.
"I'm sorry," Santana said sincerely. "I'm realising more and more how fortunate I am to have a family who's there when I come home for dinner, who has barbeques on Sundays, who has obnoxious family grocery shopping experiences."
Brittany smiled sadly. "We all deal with our lot in life," she mumbled. "I learned long ago to just accept that my parents are who they are and that unless I want my brat siblings to turn into mini-criminals, I had to sort of look after them. So…yeah."
"You're a good big sister. I'm sure they'll realise that. Right now it's all about them and chances are, that's not gonna stop till they graduate. Look at us. We've been talking non-stop about ourselves."
Brittany sighed and sat down cross-legged on the bench facing Santana.
"Is this weird?" she asked suddenly.
Santana looked thoughtful. "You know, a week ago I would've said hell yeah, but I don't feel awkward."
Makes one of us.
"Do you feel weird?" Santana asked.
"Nope," Brittany replied, looking down at her nails. She was happy that she was getting a manicure. She needed one.
She came crashing back to reality. She was in a fucking sauna, her entire body was covered in sweat and she was having a heart-to-heart with her best friend's girlfriend who was completely off limits, but who Brittany had been unable to get off her mind.
"Um, I should go," she said quickly.
"Why?" Santana asked in confusion. "We're only having lunch at twelve. We've still got plenty of time."
"Um, yeah, but I have to…pee! Yup, gotta pee. It's the steam," Brittany mumbled, moving to stand up.
Santana stood up too and they looked at each other for a moment.
"Thank you for the talk," the Latina eventually said, a small smile forming on her lips. "It was definitely…interesting."
"Yeah, we don't seem to do things the conventional way," Brittany chuckled.
"Conventional's boring," Santana replied with a wink.
Wait, what? Did she just wink at me?
"I'll see you round," Brittany said, spinning on the bench. Her foot stepped in something slippery and she lost momentum forward. She desperately threw her arms out to try and reclaim her balance, but she felt her body falling forward.
Great. Another injury. Just my fucking luck.
Santana saw Brittany lose her footing and she immediately went to grab her arm to steady her, but the blonde's arms were waving around as she obviously tried to regain her stability.
She teetered forward and Santana reacted, grabbing hold of the white towel wrapped around Brittany's body. She gripped the top of it where it met the middle of her back and she pulled. She heard the blonde shriek and the jerk spun her around. Santana suddenly found the white material loose in her grip. Her eyes widened at a sight she never thought she'd see: a naked Brittany, holding onto the other end of the towel as she just stared at Santana.
The blonde stepped back and Santana pulled the towel forward forcefully, knowing that she would've fallen off the step. Brittany hadn't expected the sudden pull and stumbled towards her. Santana stepped back, hitting the wall and she found herself suddenly staring into wide blue eyes.
Her hands were gripping slick skin. Brittany's slick skin. Brittany's slick naked skin. Santana's hands were on her back and she had no idea how they'd got there.
You totally braced her fall. She was stumbling towards you and you caught her.
Right. She'd caught her. A naked Brittany. In her arms.
Her heart was racing and she found that she could feel Brittany's too because they were completely pressed up against each other. Brittany's hands were on her shoulders but they also weren't moving.
"W-w-we should…" Santana began.
"Yeah, we, uh…" Brittany agreed, faltering.
The Latina closed her eyes as her hot breath brushed across her face.
"We should…"
"Yeah…"
Santana felt Brittany's fingers dig into her shoulders slightly and she swallowed as her hands on Brittany's back seemed to pull her slightly closer. She was sure it was her imagination.
"We…uh…"
"Yeah." Again, her breath blew across Santana's face, causing her own body temperature to increase even more. And hello, they were in a sauna.
"Santana," she whispered.
"Yeah?" she replied, not even sure if her gave it any voice. She opened her eyes again.
"I…"
Santana held her breath at the sudden look in Brittany's eyes, how the crystal blue that had captivated her suddenly became a shade darker.
"I wonder…"
"Yeah?"
Her body couldn't respond to any command her brain tried to give it, if it even was giving one. Her brain seemed to be on strike too. She saw Brittany's gaze flitter down to her lips for a millisecond before they were back up to her eyes. Subconsciously, that flicker made her lick her lips, which only made the blonde look down again.
Oh, dear God.
"You…" Brittany whispered, her gaze now pretty much locked on her lips.
"Yeah?" She squeezed her eyes closed in embarrassment as the word came out in a high-pitched whine.
When she opened them again, Brittany's face was a lot closer than it had been a moment ago. Her breathing picked up its pace slightly. She rested her head against the wall because this whole ordeal had already been exhausting for her and nothing had even happened.
That was until she felt Brittany's lips brush hers. Softly at first, then another barely-there brush. She gasped at the sensation. Then she felt Brittany's mouth capture her bottom lip, sucking it lightly. The action emitted a groan from the Latina and made her dig her fingers into the blonde's naked back.
That seemed to be all the encouragement Brittany needed. She let go of Santana's bottom lip and pulled away to lock eyes. They exchanged heavy lidded looks before Brittany leaned down and crashed their lips together.
Santana automatically responded. She had no control over it.
Brittany's hands dropped from her shoulders and slid behind her back, pulling them closer together. Santana's one hand wrapped around Brittany's waist and the other went behind her neck, fusing their mouths closer together. Her lips worked against the blonde's almost as though they were made for each other. Brittany parted her lips first, her tongue brushing Santana's lips. The Latina granted entrance and shuddered as the feeling of the blonde's tongue against hers.
The kisses became more heated as hands started wandering over available skin – Santana more fortunate with her explorations than Brittany. The blonde's dipped underneath the Latina's towel and Santana gasped as she felt Brittany's soft hands running up and down her thighs and over her ass.
"Fuck," she gasped, breaking from Brittany's lips for a desperate breath.
The blonde was not deterred and simply kissed down Santana's neck and onto her shoulders. The Latina found her hips starting to rock of their own accord and Brittany's hands on her ass were simply guiding her hips against her own.
Santana grunted and caught Brittany's mouth again. Tongues and teeth everywhere as they desperately tried to get their bodies closer, even though it wasn't possible. Brittany's one hand gripped the bottom of Santana's towel a jerked sharply, undoing the knot at the top. It dropped between them and their skin met. Both moaned at the sensation. Brittany let her hands wander all over Santana's back and backside, nails grating to send shivers down the Latina's spine.
"B, you in here?"
Brittany jumped away from Santana as though she'd burned her. They looked at each other in fear, breathing heavily. The blonde snapped out of it first, bending to grab the towel Santana had dropped after catching her. She quickly wrapped it around her and attempted to smooth her hair. Santana bit her lip and knelt to retrieve her own towel.
What the fuck have you just done, Santana Lopez?
A/N: Yeah, so Santana was a little naughty here…repercussions in the next chapter. This whole exchange actually kind of wrote itself (I shouldn't be surprised at this by now), but I know exactly how this is going to affect both Brittany and Santana separately and together. Which is cool, cos I hate floundering :)
Let me know what you guys think ;)
-H