Hey friends! With Christmas being, well, tomorrow, I wanted to give you a long update. Like ridiculously long lol. But it's also make up for the fact it might be a week or so before I can update again because of the holidays and work. I wanted to get a lot in here and I think I did. The end just kind of ended but I had to stop myself or I would have kept going on and on and on. Kinda like I am now lol. I hope everyone has a Merry Christmas! And thanks to summerkid for your help again! Give me a present and review please!
Santana jumped at the sudden, loud knocking at her door. She slowly got off the couch, not sure if she should open it nor not. Against her better judgment, she opened the door. It was barely open before a rush of blonde nearly tackled her to the ground. Lips met her own with such passion and desire, she wasn't sure if she was still breathing.
"I was stupid," Brittany said, pulling back. She held Santana's face in her hands. "I'm so sorry. I love you and don't want to be away from you anymore."
Before Santana could respond, Brittany kissed her again. She pushed the brunette back onto the couch, crawling on top of her. Their lips met again, kisses full of lust and love. Santana grabbed the hem of Brittany's shirt, pulling it over her head.
Santana heard a loud beeping. She opened her eyes and, to her disappointment, was in her room alone. She sighed and climbed out of bed to get ready for work.
Santana was nervous. She hadn't been this nervous since her first date with Brittany. Puck assured her that everything was going to be fine, but she had this nagging feeling that something bad was going to happen. Is that why Brittany decided she wanted to go out instead of eat here? Is she going to tell me she never wants to see me again? The brunette nearly smacked herself to get those thoughts out of her head. She was rushing to the restaurant after getting held up at work. She checked her phone and prayed she wouldn't be late. The cab pulled up to the restaurant just as Brittany was walking inside. Taking a deep breath, Santana slid out of the cab and ran inside. "Hey Britt," she said softly, placing a hand on the blonde's shoulder.
"Hey San," Brittany smiled.
The hostess came and motioned for the girls to follow her. The blonde grabbed Santana's hand, pulling her along. They ordered their drinks and food then sat in a comfortably awkward silence. Santana wasn't even sure that was possible.
Finally, Santana spoke up. "I've done a lot of thinking the past few days."
"So have I."
"I was being really selfish. I said things I shouldn't have."
"We both did. It wasn't something you did or something I did. We just didn't handle it the best way."
"I agree. But I think we should still talk about it if we are going to try to move past this. If that's what you want, of course."
"I do. I love you, Santana. I want to do whatever I can to make this better."
"I know your job is important to you. It was selfish of me to tell you to quit."
Brittany sighed, looking away. "No you weren't. But it's ok. We don't have to worry about that anymore."
"What?"
"I quit last night." Brittany slowly looked up, meeting Santana's confused stare.
"Why?"
"It was a lot of things." Brittany shrugged. "Some of it had to do with you. Some of it had to do with Mike being a total creep. I just got tired of it."
"I'm sorry, Britt." Santana reached across the table, grabbing the blonde's hand.
"It's ok. It was bound to happen sooner or later."
"What are you going to do?"
"I have no idea."
"I'll do whatever I can to help." Santana offered a smile.
Brittany looked down, getting tears in her eyes. "There's something else."
"What is it?" Brittany was silent for a minute. "B, you can tell me."
"I'm probably going to have to move back with my parents for a while."
"What? Why?"
"I should have told you this a long time ago." Brittany sighed. "One of the main reasons I wouldn't quit the club was because of Mike. He owns the building I live in. He was hardly charging any rent as long as I worked for him. But now there's no way I can afford to stay there. I don't know what else I can do."
"Move in with me."
"I can't do that to you."
"Yes you can. I was going to ask you Friday night but that didn't work out. I have plenty of room. You don't have to answer now. But I really want you to think about it. I love you, B."
After dinner, they decided to go back to Santana's. They reached the hallway that led them to Santana's apartment and with each step they took to get to the desired location their other desires took hold of them. Brittany grabbed Santana's hand pulling her back to face her and grabbing her face pressing their lips together. With this Santana grabbed Brittany by the waist bringing their bodies flush against each other's and in turn pushing Brittany up against the wall.
"I'm sorry." Santana whispered in breaths through their kisses and Brittany shook her head at the declaration shushing her with her lips to the smaller girls.
"No." The blonde told her, pleaded with her. "I am." Brittany took the blame, pushing from against the wall forcing Santana's back against the opposite wall. Her lips moved from Santana's lips to her cheek, jaw, neck moving the fabric of her jacket and her shirt to expose the skin of her shoulder and kissing her there. Santana flung her head back letting it hit the wall and gasping out at the feeling of the blonde's lips and breath hitting her bare skin.
"Jesus." She breathed out bringing her hand to the back of Brittany's head as the girl continued her assault on her skin that is now humming from being touched by the blonde. She grabbed at the golden locks pulling her away and forcing Brittany to look at her and she grinned before crashing their lips together.
They stood like that for a few more minutes taking in each other as much as they can. Tasting one another as though it is the first and last time ever until Brittany finally pulled herself away. She rested her forehead against Santana's, their breath mixing together in the air and she put her hand against the wall by Santana's head. She grinned and looked at her hand as though it was the only thing holding her up right now because her knees had grown quite shaky.
The hand on the wall came to rest on the Latina's cheek and Santana leaned into the palm of Brittany's hand and smiled. Her thumb caressed the spot where tiny tears had travelled and she kissed right next to it making Santana's throat fumble a 'hmm' sound of content. The blonde's hand slid down the rest of her body until it found the comfort of the other girls hand and she gripped it, not too hard and not too loose, but with just enough firmness to show Santana that she wasn't going anywhere.
"Come on." Brittany whispered onto her lips, smirking as she moved further away pulling Santana by the hand to the door of her apartment.
Santana stepped in front of her door reaching for her keys that seemed to be lost in the depths of her coat pocket and she grunted at the seemingly easy task turned quite difficult. All the while on the search for her long lost keys, Brittany stood behind her with her arms wrapped around her waist kissing her neck and humming a song or some tune to something into the skin just below her ear.
With triumph she brought the keys into view and she could feel Brittany's lips curl into a smile against her skin. The blonde then reached for the keys, finding the exact one that would grant them access. Santana watched as the girl skillfully placed the key into the hole and opened the door with such ease. With the door now open and nothing else in their way, Santana turned to face Brittany whose smile was not lost in the barely lit room.
The dark haired girl reached blindly down for the blonde's hand, linking their pinkies together and with her other hand grabbing Brittany by her shirt. Brittany giggled as Santana pulled her body against her own allowing their bodies to crash together and letting her clenched hand around the fabric of her shirt to loosen and palm the blonde's chest. Brittany took the opportunity to kick her back leg to close the door and the bang of it closing was almost inaudible compared to the beating of their racing hearts that echoed in their ears.
They stood there in the living room in one another's arms staring at each other, breathing heavy and standing still. Brittany looked down at their empty hands and she watched as her own took Santana's, lifting it up to their eyes and intertwined their fingers. She turned their clasped hands around in front of them as if inspecting them and she let out a small smile and a tiny chuckle. As if really taking notice how perfect their hands fit together. She turned their hands so that the back of Santana's was facing hers and she kissed it softly all the while staring into the Latina's dark brown eyes.
Santana moved their hands out of the way and pushed her lips to Brittany's who took the action as if she were waiting for it the whole time. The blonde's hand unclasped theirs and she brought it up to Santana's cheek cupping her face as though to ensure that this kiss was not going to break anytime soon. Their gasps and moans held throaty sounds of tears being held back, happy tears. Tears of comfort, of joy, of passion and of emotions that they aren't even sure have names but are sure can be categorized as love.
The smaller girl placed her hands onto the taller girl's hips pulling them against her body and pushing her chest against the blonde's body. This was not a time for space; this was not a time for lines to be drawn. This was a time to step over those lines and erase them if possible. The kissing got more frantic and more needy and Santana's hands moved to meet each other around the girl's lower back until her arms were fully encircling the blonde.
She moved to pull the girl with her, where she had no idea, but she knew that she wanted to head somewhere other than the front of the door to her apartment. The blonde girl willingly allowed her to take her blindly further into the apartment the uncertainty of it all just as arousing as the whole situation. In a way it was the undertone of the situation. The unknown, and them allowing the other to take them into something they were not aware existed.
"I love you." Brittany moaned out as Santana's lips left hers to place wet random kisses along her neck and shoulder trying desperately to move the clothing out of her way. Jackets had long since been removed and tossed to the side to be forgotten just like their insecurities. Santana smiled at this small but meaningful statement and hummed onto the blonde's skin creating goose bumps along her travels.
"I love you more." Santana told her with such confidence that the blonde girl didn't even think to question her even though she was pretty sure her heart begged to differ. Brittany yelped when Santana crouched down slightly and picked her up making her have to wrap her legs around Santana's body.
She giggled in between kisses as the smaller girl carried her a little further into the apartment. Santana's lips curled up into a smile happy that she could still surprise the blonde dancer in her arms. Brittany placed a hand back onto a counter top when she felt her butt hit a surface. She pulled back to look at Santana and then over her shoulder to see where the dark haired girl had placed her. The table was covered with books and notebooks and pens and pencils and Brittany opened her mouth to protest but grinned when Santana stepped to the side and with one quick swipe knocked every single thing on to the floor.
She pushed Brittany further on to the table and the blonde helped a little scooting further back. Her heels on the edge of the table let her in on the fact that Santana had no plans in waiting for the bedroom but at this point she didn't really care and allowed herself to be taken here and now.
"I want you." Santana told her in a low raspy voice as she crawled onto the table and the way she moved made Brittany lower her own back to the table without having to be guided. She didn't stop crawling onto the table until she was hovering over Brittany's body leaning her face down to the blonde's, their lips just barely touching. "You make me happy." She said, lightly placing a kiss to her lips. Brittany's voice cracked but nothing came out. "You make me feel." Santana whispered bringing her hand to the blonde's face, tracing her cheeks, and chin and lips with her fingers. She grinned as her fingers moved down her chin to her chest and Brittany's body moved up to feel her touch her. "I want to make you scream." She said into her ear kissing the skin right below eliciting a throaty moan from the blonde.
Her lips found Brittany's in an instant and the blonde's hands grabbed the bottom of Santana's shirt lifting it over her head and tossing it to the side. Santana pulled Brittany up and took her shirt off just as easy, letting it fall gracefully from her fingers on to the floor by the table. Their kisses slowed down, and their hands found new skin to touch and explore for a few minutes. Santana's hands expertly wrapped around Brittany's torso finding the clasps of her bra and she unhooked it in one short pulling it off of her.
Her eyes grew wide as she remembered how much she needed this girl before her right now. Her natural reaction to this was to press her body against Brittany's once again forcing the girl to her back on the table.
With Santana's body fully on hers, Brittany's took this opportunity to remove the bra of the girl on top of her. After a few seconds of wrestling with the clasp she got it undone and Santana groaned in relief at the prospect of having their naked torsos completely against one another's. She sat up and all but tore the garment off of her smirking as the sound of the metal piece on the clasp hit something hard on the floor by the refrigerator.
Their lips found each other again and Santana moaned deeply into Brittany's mouth as the blonde's hand cupped her breast, giving it a squeeze. Her lower body was moving and grinding against Brittany's for some sort of friction because she really didn't want to pull away from her. Brittany wrapped one of her long legs around one of Santana's to pull their bodies as close as possible and to create less space between them.
Santana felt the hand on her breast leave and the skin below it could feel the hand traveling lower and she anticipated to be touched there. She felt the hand being joined by another and then sounds of buttons and a zipper being undone and she could feel the hand fumbling with the jeans.
"Pull them off." Brittany whined trying to shimmy out of her pants but in the position she was in she was finding it difficult.
Without having to be told twice Santana slid quickly down her body grabbing at the offending article of clothing pulling them off, throwing them over her head so they hit the wall. Brittany giggled as she lifted herself up, hooking her thumbs into her panties. Santana watched her carefully as Brittany removed her panties and in turn began to get to work on her own pants, letting them come to her ankles and stepping out of them. Brittany sat up on the table after taking off her panties and grabbed at Santana's last piece of clothing helping the smaller girl remove them.
There was no silence anymore. Their racing hearts, heavy breathing and moaning of need and want were like a subwoofer at a club. Brittany threw her arm out pulling Santana into her by the neck and pushing her lips to the tan girls sucking on her lower lip. Santana's hands found the taller girls thighs squeezing and grabbing as though making positive this was not a dream.
The Latina's lips tore from the blonde's making a trail of kisses around her face, to her neck and down her chest taking time with each breast. Brittany's hands rested on Santana's shoulders as the smaller girl staked her claim all over her body. The kisses got lower and with each perfectly placed one, Brittany's breath caught in the back of her throat in anticipation. Santana crouched down kissing the inside of Brittany's thighs, slowly making her way to that spot of victory. Right before she reached her destination she looked up with a grin to Brittany whose eyes were fixed on her and her lower lip was tucked between her teeth.
"I love you." Santana whispered before she made contact.
Brittany's head flew back and her moan almost sounded like a whine. She had been waiting for this moment since they walked out of the restaurant and since they decided to come back here and even since after the first time Santana had done this to her. Her hand went to the back of the Latina's head feeling her tasting her and feeling her hard at work to please her.
"Ohh." Brittany gasped when a certain nerve was hit and her eyes closed tight.
She took in a deep breath that felt like the first breath she had taken so far tonight. Her hips bucked up towards Santana's face and she tried her best to be still and let the girl between her legs do her work but she just wanted her, more and more of her and never wanted this feeling to end.
Her body told her to lie down and ride this out but her heart was telling her to stay put and watch the dark haired girl love her. Listening to the latter, Brittany opened her eyes and looked down at Santana whose motions had become intricate and well placed. Those brown eyes were staring back at her and told the blonde that they had been watching her the whole time. If eyes could smile, Santana's eyes would most definitely be smiling right now.
"Come here." Brittany breathed out trying to pull Santana back up to her.
Reluctantly she listened and pulled her mouth away standing in between Brittany's legs which were still perched up onto the tabletop. As if right on cue the blonde pulled their faces together and pressed her lips to Santana's, tasting herself and her girlfriend in one kiss. Santana's hand went to her arm and Brittany hummed disapproval grabbing her wrist. They smiled into the kisses and Santana allowed the blonde to guide her hand to the desired location, a spot she had previously been paying meticulous attention to.
Brittany pulled away, brown eyes stuck onto blues that were staring even deeper back. Those blue eyes widened and the pupils nearly took away all of the color as Brittany brought Santana's fingers into her body. Santana's jaw dropped open at the ease in which her fingers glided in and her own lower body went numb for a moment, taking in how much Brittany's body was calling her for more.
The blonde girl's mouth hung open as well small wisps of air tumbling out and small groans from her throat snuck out as well. The helping hand that had brought Santana to where she was now, inside of Brittany, was now gliding up the Latina's toned arm as it slowly starts to work the buildup she had previously done. The blonde's hand wrapped around Santana's neck and their foreheads pressed together breathing hard into each other's mouths and every so often placing a needed kiss on the other.
Brittany's other hand was perfectly placed behind her, keeping her sitting up and keeping her steady as Santana's free arm wrapped around her waist to also keep her in place. They moved together soft and slow until the need became too much and Brittany was finding it difficult to control her body from pushing for more and more of Santana.
"More." She told her and Santana grunted as she readjusts herself slightly pushing closer against the tabletop thus closer to Brittany. As she got closer, Brittany's forehead slipped from hers and her chin found Santana's shoulder and she dug into the skin there as she got closer. "Mmm San." Brittany whined before placing a quick soft kiss to her shoulder, tasting the sweat which had never tasted as sweet.
Motions gained speed and she's going deeper than she ever thought she ever could and pretty soon the table beneath them started moving, almost moving them apart. Santana grinned and let out a small chuckle because she was not letting this stupid table get the best of her right now. With one swift and very strong thrust along with a long stride, she pushed the table against the wall. Hitting the wall allowed her to hit something deep inside of Brittany making her yell out her name in pleasure and the sound carried out like the most beautiful note ever sung.
The burning in her forearm had long since become just a small inconvenience. She was not giving in to this small pain in her own body until she released the bigger scorching pain inside of Brittany's. Brittany's teeth bit into the skin at the base of her neck making Santana yelp but it felt so good, she didn't want it to stop. Same went for the nails that had been scratching up and down the skin of her back over and over again. With the aid of her hip against the back of her hand her body thrust against it a few more times sending Brittany into a spiral. Her head flew back, hands gripped Santana's shoulder pulling her closer and her thighs tightened almost crushing the other girl's hand.
"Uhhh Santana." The blonde girl cried and though her mouth was open with all of these gasps, and moans and the name of the girl making her body do this she crashed their lips together. Wanting Santana to taste her name on Brittany's lips, wanting her to taste everything she was feeling right now.
Again, her head was telling her to lie down and pull this girl on top of her and rest but everything else was telling her to do no such thing. Before the final waves of her orgasm could render her immobile, she pushed herself up from the table her body pressed against Santana's, forcing the smaller girl back.
The back of Santana's legs tell her they had hit a road block and will no longer be moving backwards which Brittany took full advantage of. It's Santana's turn. She reached her hands to the sides of Santana's hips and felt the back of the couch behind her. Her lips moved from the Latina's and traveled their way down her neck down her chest until she was kneeling down in front of Santana. Her blue eyes glanced up to meet those brown eyes that looked completely caught off guard but lustful. She lifted one of Santana's legs to rest on her shoulder kissing the inside of her thigh.
"Christ." Santana mumbled through her lips she had tightened into a fine line waiting for this feeling. Brittany's mouth worked expertly over her most sensitive spot and her hands reached back to the couch.
One of Brittany's hands reached up over her chest and reached to her shoulder as though to keep her steady. Santana brought her hand to Brittany's, guiding her to cup her breast and with her hand over the blonde's squeezed it. Everything going on caused her body to react and her hips bucked up into Brittany who hummed onto the skin shooting tingles to nerves there.
Her airy gasps and groans into the seemingly quiet apartment told the blonde that she was most definitely enjoying herself and picked up speed with her tongue. Santana pulled at the blonde's hand from her breast and leaned down to kiss her fingers and suck on one causing Brittany to moan into her. She felt the blonde shift her stance, grinning to herself that even though Brittany was focusing on her arousal she can still make her feel herself.
"I want you inside of me." Santana announced as her hips moved wildly, apparently having no control over her body right now. Normally she'd feel embarrassed about such a declaration but she didn't because she knew that Brittany wanted the same. Brittany's hand wrapped around her wrist and yanked for her to come down to her level, to the floor.
Santana all but fell to the floor, letting Brittany remove her lips from between her legs. The blonde turned them over so Santana's back was carefully placed onto the floor their lips meeting instantly. Brittany's hand traveled the length of her thigh, letting her knee move between them only to move them more apart and give her more room to work with. Santana obliged and spread her legs wider than probably necessary which garnered a small chuckle from Brittany but it was short lived.
Without hesitation, Brittany's fingers began their work and Santana found herself once again on the edge. Brittany inside of her thrusting short and then deep making her hands squeeze at any skin available to her as if pleading for more and more. Her lips found the blonde's ear as she pulled her closer and her panting became the fuel for Brittany's motions to become faster and more powerful.
Everything became numb except for the feeling of Brittany inside of her and Santana's body finally gave in. Her legs tightened and then shook, she pulled her lips from the blonde's ear and pressed their foreheads together watching Brittany watch her. Her arm wrapped around Brittany's neck because the blonde made her feel stable to fall right now as she continued slower thrusting motions.
"Brittany." Santana whimpered out through all of the heavy breathing and moans. Brittany smiled and if eyes could smile Brittany's would be smiling right now.
Naked bodies pressed together on the floor. Brittany smiled brightly as she kissed Santana's forehead. "You're amazing. I love you."
"I love you." Santana pulled the blanket from the back of the couch down onto them. She wrapped her arms around the blonde's waist.
Laying in comfortable silence, their breathing finally returning to normal. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Puck burst into the apartment, shouting happily. "Lopez! What the hell? Why are the lights off?" He hit the light switch and saw the girls on the floor. "Whoa!"
"Puck! What the fuck?" Santana shouted. She sat up; wrapping the blanket tighter around her chest and Brittany scooted behind her.
Puck smirked. "That's what I'm talking about, Lopez!"
"What the hell do you want?"
"I was gonna see if you wanted to go to the game with me and the guys. But I can see you're busy."
"Yeah, we are."
"Do you want some company?" He smirked, devilishly.
"Are you seriously asking me that? Get out."
"Come on!"
"Get the fuck out! Jesus!"
Puck put his hands up and, with a smile on his face, left the apartment. Santana sighed and rubbed her temple. Brittany giggled and kissed the brunette's back. "At least we weren't in the middle of it when he came in."
"I suppose." Santana chuckled.
"So do you want to help me start packing tomorrow?"
Santana whipped her head around. She looked confused then surprised. "Packing?"
"I have to start packing if I'm going to move in." Brittany smiled sweetly.
"Really?"
"Yeah." Brittany smiled, nodding. "I've missed you and don't want to be away from you ever again."
"Of course I'll help you." Santana kissed Brittany softly.
Brittany hugged Santana from behind and smiled. "Oh my."
"What?"
"I scratched the hell out of your back." Brittany traced her finger over one of the scratches.
"It's all good." Santana smiled.
"You like that?" Brittany quirked an eyebrow.
"I didn't hate it."
"I'll have to remember that." Brittany smirked.
"This floor is starting to get uncomfortable. Let's go lay down."
Brittany smiled as Santana pulled her up from the floor. The blanket wrapped around both of them. Santana dropped the blanket as soon as she walked into her room. She grabbed a pair of boy shorts and a tank top. Brittany dug through the drawer and found something to wear.
"I'm definitely going to have to bring my dresser. But what are we going to do about closet space?" Brittany laughed, climbing into bed.
"I'll have to go through my clothes and get rid of some of them."
"Your jerseys?"
"Hell no." Santana laughed. She scooted closer to Brittany. "I love you, babe. But not that much."
"Thanks for being honest." Brittany laughed.
"Always." Santana smiled and kissed Brittany softly.
"You need to sleep. You have to work in the morning."
"I'm going to take a half day. I'll work in the morning and leave at lunch so we can start packing."
"You sure?"
"Yeah. It's no problem."
"I love you."
"I know." Santana smiled. She pulled Brittany close to her. "I love you too."
Santana fell asleep shortly after with Brittany holding her tightly. It seemed like 5 minutes later, the alarm clock went off. Santana groaned and hit it. She rolled over and sat on the edge of the bed.
"It is 5 already?" Brittany mumbled into the pillow.
"Yeah. Go back to sleep, babe." Santana yawned.
"Mmkay."
Santana smiled and headed to the bathroom to get ready. By the time she finished getting ready it was a little after 7. She sat on the edge of Brittany's side of the bed and smiled at the blonde. "Britt, wake up babe."
"Hmm?" Brittany rolled over and looked up at Santana.
"I'm heading off to work now. You can stay here until I get back if you want."
"Ok." Brittany sleepily smiled.
"You're adorable." Santana kissed Brittany's forehead. "I'll see you in a few hours."
A little after noon, Santana sighed as she walked into the apartment. But as soon as she saw Brittany, she couldn't help but smile.
"Hey San!" Brittany jumped up and hugged the brunette, kissing her softly.
"I could definitely get used to this." Santana smiled.
"How was your day?"
"Well one of our PR girls got fired then we got this huge new contract. So it was pretty crazy."
"That sucks. But I know you can totally handle it. You're amazing."
"I'm gonna try."
After some begging and threatening from her sister, Brittany was taking Santana to dinner so they could finally meet. It wasn't that Brittany didn't want them to meet, it was just she wasn't sure if her sister had completely forgiven the brunette for the pain she had caused. So she was nervous to say the least. Santana, on the other hand, was calm for once. She figured she'd get a stern talk, but she deserved it.
Brittany and Santana arrived at the restaurant first. They were seated at their table and Brittany held onto Santana's hand tightly.
"Britt, babe, I'd really like the use of my hand after tonight," Santana smirked.
"Oh sorry," Brittany blushed slightly and loosened her grip.
"It's just your sister. Why are you so freaked out?"
"Because she's crazy."
"What?"
"Nothing." Brittany looked away, trying to find her sister.
Seconds later, a blonde girl, a few years younger than Brittany, headed toward the table. "Brittany!"
"Brooklyn!" Brittany jumped up from the table to hug her sister. Santana stood up and smiled. "Brook, I want you to meet Santana. San, this is Brooklyn."
"It's nice to finally meet you." Santana smiled, extending her hand.
Brooklyn glared at the brunette for a second before reeling back and slapping her, hard, across the face.
"Brook! What the hell?" Brittany stepped between the girls, protectively. She knew both of their tempers.
"It's ok, Britt. I deserved that." Santana rubbed her cheek tenderly. She looked at Brooklyn. "What else ya got for me?"
"Can we at least calmly sit down and talk? People are staring." Brittany whispered, somewhat afraid of what might happen.
"Of course, B." Santana smiled and sat down.
Brooklyn eyed Santana before and as she sat down. "I don't trust you, nor do I like you."
"I know I messed up but I'm working on making it up to Brittany and I'd like you to see how much she means to me."
Brooklyn looked from Santana to Brittany and back and forth a few times before sighing. "Britt is my big sister. She means everything to me. Do you have a sister?"
"No I don't."
"Then you don't know how it feels to have the person you love more than anything else break down in your arms. I almost wanted to kill you but I knew that would upset Brittany a lot more."
"You have every right to hate me. Hell, I even hate myself. But I love Brittany more than anything else in my life. I'm not letting her go again."
"Britt said you were a smooth talker." Brooklyn crossed her arms over her chest. "It makes me not trust you even more. I think you're a player and a slut. And Brittany fell into your trap."
"Ok, Brook. This is getting out of control." Brittany leaned on her forearms on the table. "I can't sit back and listen to you talk to Santana like this."
"Its fine, Britt." Santana sighed, rubbing Brittany's thigh softly. "Let her talk."
Brittany shook her head, visibly upset. Santana kissed the blonde's shoulder.
"I'm sorry, Britt." Brooklyn uncrossed her arms and looked guilty. "I love you and don't like when you're upset. I'm just trying to protect you."
"What do you think I'm trying to do?" Santana nearly growled across the table. "I got into I don't know how many fights trying to protect her. I fucked up. I know I did. You don't have to keep reminding me. I love Brittany. I'm not going to hurt her. And I know you don't know me, so you have no reason to believe anything I'm telling you, but I have no reason to lie to you. I'm not a player. I'm not a slut either. Not anymore anyway. I was in high school but that was a long time ago. Anyway, I'm done sitting here listening to you bash me. I don't have to prove myself to you. If you don't like me, you don't. The only thing that matters is how Brittany feels. Britt, I'm sorry but I can't be here anymore. I'll see you at home."
"Ok." Brittany nodded. Santana kissed the blonde softly before quickly leaving the table.
"Britt, I'm sorry." Brooklyn hung her head in shame.
"You were way out of line." Brittany spoke softly, afraid of bursting into tears. "I love you, Brook. But Santana has been nothing but amazing to me. The fight we had wasn't her fault. We were both to blame. She put up with my job for 6 months with no complaints. It tore her up inside. Do you know she nearly ripped a guy's head off for touching me?"
"I had no idea."
"She loves me more than anyone ever has. And she's not a player or a slut. We were upfront with each other from the beginning. She really does love me."
"I've seen you hurt too many times. I don't want to see that happen again."
"I really don't see that happening. I quit my job. I'm moving in with her. I've met her parents. I'm thinking about taking her to meet mom and dad in a couple weeks. Things couldn't be more perfect."
"I guess I didn't realize how serious you were. Honestly, I'm sorry. I was an ass."
"Yeah you were. But I get where you're coming from. You know, you and Santana are more alike than you know."
"I highly doubt that."
"You are. You're both loveable as ever but when you get pissed off, watch out. After you slapped her, I know it took everything she had not to hit you back. She did that for me. And probably because she didn't want to hurt you. She wanted, still wants, you to like her."
"Let me know when you take her to mom and dad's. I'll come and apologize and get to know her."
"That means a lot. Thank you, Brook."
"Anything for my big sis."
Brittany got Santana some food on her way out. She made her way home, hoping Santana was ok. When she finally got home, Santana was sitting on the floor, in front of the coffee table, doing some work.
"Hey San."
"Hey Britt." Santana smiled at the blonde before turning back to her work.
Brittany sat behind the Latina, kissing her head. "I brought you some food."
"Thanks." Santana let her head fall back onto Brittany's lap. "I'm really sorry about leaving like that."
"It's ok. I don't blame you. I told her she was out of line. She's sorry about what she said."
"Do you think she's right?"
"About what?"
"Nothing. I'm just being irrational."
"Tell me."
"I think I am a player. Or at least was."
"You're not. Brooklyn was just trying to hurt you. That's her best defense."
"I figured her hand was." Santana chuckled, rubbing her cheek.
"Are you ok?" Brittany placed her hand over Santana's.
"Yeah. It still stings a little but I'm ok."
"I can't believe she hit you. I thought she was ok."
"It surprised me too."
"Thank you for not hitting her back."
"Every instinct I had told me to. But I knew it would upset you even more."
"I felt you flinch. But it still means a lot that you have control."
"Well I love you. I'll do anything to make you happy."
"Listen to you." Brittany smiled. She kissed Santana's forehead. "Do you have a lot of work to do?"
"Kinda." Santana lifted her head and looked at the pile in front of her. "With this new contract and being a person short, all the work is being thrown at me."
"I'm sorry. Want me to bring your food?"
"That would be great."
Brittany jumped off the couch and heated up the food she brought home. She put it on the table next to Santana. "Here you go."
"Thanks, babe."
"No problem."
Brittany ended up falling asleep on the couch while Santana was still working. "Britt." Santana said softly, brushing hair back from the blonde's face.
"Hmm?" Brittany slowly opened her eyes.
"Why don't you go to bed? It's getting late."
Brittany stretched and sat up. "Are you coming?"
"In a little bit. I have some more to do here."
"It's after midnight. Are you sure?"
"Yeah. I'll be in soon."
"Ok." Brittany kissed the brunette before getting up and going to bed.
After a few more hours of work, Santana finally went to bed. Brittany curled up next to her as soon as she was in bed. When the alarm went off at 5, Brittany heard it before Santana. She kissed the brunette's neck, trying to wake her up.
"It's too early." Santana mumbled.
"I know babe. But you have to get up."
"Fine." Santana grumbled as she got up and then all the way into the bathroom.
Brittany chuckled slightly. She sat up in bed, turning on the TV. When Santana finally emerged from the bathroom, Brittany smiled at her. "What time did you get to bed?"
"I don't know. Like 2 or 3." Santana thumbed through her closet.
"You need more sleep."
"I know." Santana sighed.
Brittany climbed out of bed and walked up behind Santana. She wrapped her arms around the Latina's waist. She kissed her bare shoulder. "I love you."
"I love you too." Santana relaxed in the blonde's arms. She let her head fall back onto Brittany's shoulder. "I'm probably going to have to stay late tonight. Or bring it home with me."
"Ok. I'm probably going to start bringing some of my clothes over."
"Ok." Santana nodded. She turned around in the blonde's arms. She pulled Brittany's face to her own, lips meeting furiously. Hands tangled in hair, tongues dueled for dominance. Time seemed to stop. Santana pulled away and rested her forehead against Brittany's, smiling. "You always make me feel better."
"Good." Brittany smiled. She kissed Santana's forehead. "Finish getting ready. I'll make breakfast."