Superbowl prompt in kiss cam verse

If there's one thing Brittany knows for sure about Santana it's that she get very into sports games. She kind of got that the first time she met her judging by how invested she was in the basketball game and also how excited she was about the Grand Slam when they went to a baseball game together. The first time Santana ever invited Brittany over to her apartment, the first thing she noticed were all of the sports team memorabilia. Santana was shy at first, telling Brittany that most of it was given to her by her brothers or her dad who sucked at giving her gifts, but Brittany knew she loved each and every one of those plaques and could probably tell endless facts about the teams on them too!

Brittany's friends loved Santana's love of sports, she made work outings to more baseball games fun and people were always inviting them out to the bar or over for pizza, beer, and a game.

So when Superbowl time came around again, it was no surprise that her and Santana were first on everyone's invite list. They settled on going to Sugar's because they heard there was going to be a fountain of ranch and Brittany loved ranch. They arrived to Sugar's house clad in their jersey's, although their jersey's team weren't playing it was still important to show team spirit.

"Hi! You made it!" Sugar clapped upon opening the door dressed as a Patriot cheerleader, "Awh, you're matching, I love it."

Brittany blushed as she looked down at her borrowed jersey but Santana just held her hand tighter, "Thanks for inviting us."

"No problem, I'll show you to the alcohol." Sugar winked and gestured for them to follow, to which they did hand in hand.

Santana fit well into Brittany's group of friends, charming everyone with her wit and sense of humor. Brittany loved watching her chat up everyone while she grabbed a couple beers for them and a plate of hot wings. After a visit to the awesome fountain of ranch, she found her spot on the couch right next to Santana who kissed her cheek when Brittany handed her a cold beer.

"Thanks, baby." She grinned before taking a swig. Brittany just winked and dug into her hot wings.

Things were perfectly fine until everyone had a little buzz going and the game really started getting close.

Another thing Brittany learned about Santana was that she doesn't like losing, like at all.

"These motherfuckers, what are they doing?! Seriously, B, what are they doing? They're playing like they amateurs! Don't they know I got money on this game?" Santana shouted, hopping up from the couch and waving her beer about at the tv because someone made an inception? Brittany wasn't sure.

"You can still back out of that bet, Lopez." Mike teased, tipping up his beer.

"Hell no. I don't back out of anything!" Santana pouted, letting me pull her back to her seat. She leaned against my shoulder and mumbled, "Why can't they just play like they're supposed to?"

"It's only the second quarter, there's still time." I assured her, kissing her forehead.

"You know what quarter it is." She beamed, lifting her head to kiss my lips fully.

"I've got an awesome, very hot, teacher.."

"Oh really?"

"Mmhmm.."

And touchdown!

Santana whipped away to see the tv flash a touchdown for the wrong team, "Fuck, are you serious!?"

"You're gonna pay up real soon." Mike joked earning an eye roll from Santana.

"Shut it, Boy Chang, they're just warming up.."

"Sure, Santana, sure.." Mike replied, "They might have a better chance if they let their cheerleaders play."

"Did someone say cheerleader?" Sugar cheered, skipping into the room.

Everyone looked at Sugar shimmying around the living and things got quiet before everyone went back to watching the game. Brittany just smirked and waved her to come sit down, but she still wanted to dance.

The team that her and Santana were rooting for continued to do horribly as the game went on and even if Santana spent a lot of time whispering in Brittany's ear about how cute she looked in a jersey and how much cuter she'd look if she weren't wearing pants, she still had random outbursts.

"Jesus H. Christ, are you kidding me?! Another pick? When are you fucks going to realize they AREN'T ON YOUR TEAM? How the hell did you even make it to the playoffs when you clearly play like shit!" Santana went on then soon veered off into Spanish. Brittany let her go for awhile, letting her get out all that frustration, but it didn't help that Mike was egging her on. Both of them were too busy arguing that they didn't realize the last play was going under review.

Brittany kept her hand on Santana's thigh while she listened to the referees talk and the scoreboard lose seven points.

"-They aren't even your team, why are you getting so flustered?" Mike teased.

"Because I'm passionate about the game, asshole!"

Finally, Brittany had enough and pinched Santana's chin between her fingers and turned her head so she was staring into wild brown eyes, "You gonna play nice?"

Santana quickly relaxed and nodded, "Sorry baby, I get so caught up sometimes. I'm sorry, I'll be quiet."

Brittany smirked and kissed her nose, "That, I know you can't do.."

Santana flushed and bumped her shoulder with Brittany before turning back to the screen looking confused, "What? What happened?"

"Oh, they challenged the play and they said the runner's knee was down, which duh I could tell you that, they should've stopped that play as soon as the guy started to run, but yeah they took back the touchdown."

Santana stared at Brittany blankly, jaw dropped slightly.

"What?" Brittany laughed nervously but Santana just leaned in and kissed her deeply, way too deeply for still being in public. She could feel Santana's hand wandering around her waist and up the back of her jersey as their kiss deepened causing Brittany to whimper.

"Ahem.." Sugar cleared her throat, when Santana started to push Brittany back a little and accidentally into Sugar.

"Oh sorry.." Brittany pulled away breathlessly, pupils dilated and lips shimmering. Sugar just chuckled and nodded before everyone went back to watching the game, but minutes later Brittany leaned against Santana again, lips brushing her ear, "Halftime, I'll see you in the garage."