"Where are you going? Can I go with you?"
"No way!" Santana snapped as she marched around her room, her fists clenched tightly at her sides. Rachel's high-pitched voice was getting on her nerves, as it usually did, especially when the girl was also following her around everywhere. "Listen, you're not tagging along with me, okay? Not happening. Not today."
"I do understand when you want your space. All you had to say was that you want some time to yourself. There is no need to be so rude."
"Fine, I'm sorry for that," Santana eventually relented, feeling a little guilty when she saw the sad expression on the brunette's face. "I just really need my space today and having a dweeby little sister around is not going to work so I just can't hang out with you, Rachel."
Rachel just watched her in silence for a long moment then piped up again as Santana's behavior started to make sense to her.
"Are you going on a date?"
Santana flinched, heat rising to her face at the way Rachel was grinning from ear to ear as she watched Santana frantically tossing out all of her clothes from the drawers and suitcase onto her bed then change into practically every outfit option she owned and stare at herself in the full length mirror with a worried look on her face.
The black-haired girl paused to brush her hair back several times, constantly re-touching her lipstick and eyeliner. Rachel sat on Santana's bed, watching her preen for the last two hours as she swung her legs back and forth. The knowing, smug little smile Rachel had on her face was driving Santana insane.
"What makes you say that?"
"I wonder," Rachel replied sarcastically and Santana frowned, not liking the feeling of being on the receiving end of a sassy comeback from Rachel for once, as the dynamic was usually reversed between the two. "For a somewhat smart girl, Santana, you sure say some stupid things. So now I know the real reason why you don't want me to come."
Rachel shook her head at her older sister being the most obvious person in the world but still trying to deny what she was doing. The shorter brunette rolled her eyes skyward, watching as Santana changed out of her fiftieth outfit and bit her lip worriedly as she examined herself in the mirror again. She just wanted more than anything to impress Brittany but nothing she had seemed to stand out the way she wanted it to. Sure, she was going to be covered up a lot of the time but she still wanted to look amazing.
"Aw it's actually kinda cute seeing you all flustered about a girl. You're usually never like this," Rachel giggled and Santana scowled in her direction, popping her neck threateningly at the shorter brunette's teasing. She didn't like the way Rachel was figuring her out so easily. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."
"You better not or I'll kick your little flat ass all the way to Broadway."
"I am not afraid of you. Besides, it's not flat. It's bigger than yours." Rachel argued and Santana huffed, tossing yet another leopard print item onto the bed in annoyance as she ransacked her drawer.
"Not that I quite understand what you see in that… floozy but for the record, I think she'll love this look on you," Rachel stood up beside her and brushed Santana's hair back slightly, her lips curving upward at the shy look on her older sister's face. "There, just like that. Perfect."
"You think so?" Santana asked, unable to keep the insecurity out of her voice. It was ridiculous that she was actually getting advice from her loser sister of all people and taking her seriously. "Whoa, why am I taking relationship advice from Rachel Berry? And I heard that, Hobbit. Don't call her that."
"So you admit you're going on a date with Brittany."
Santana had nothing to say to that, grunting as she practically dropped the hot pink shirt she had taken out in her flustered state. Curse Rachel for being so damned intelligent all the time.
"Oooo someone has a date…" The shorter girl sang teasingly as Santana became increasingly embarrassed. "Santana has a girlfriend."
"She's not my… Shut up and stop singing or I'll smother you in your sleep."
"This is so exciting! Your first date!" The brunette squealed excitedly, not paying any attention to Santana's threat whatsoever.
"You know damn well I've been on dates before, Rachel," Santana retorted, annoyed at the implication that she didn't know what she was doing. "Plenty of dates with lots of hot girls, for your information. You know girls can't resist the Lopez charm."
"Yeah but not like this. I mean this feels more… official like. Special."
Santana hated to admit that her sister was right about anything but this time she was spot on. The darker girl had never felt that way about anyone before and maybe that's why she was more nervous about this day than she had ever felt when she went out with other girls.
"You know, I don't think Dad and Mom entirely bought the whole Santana has a bad stomach from the hot chocolate so she doesn't want to ruin dinner with her gas excuse. What on earth were you doing at Brittany's cabin at such a later hour, anyway?"
"That's what you told them?!" Santana snorted, ignoring Rachel's question about what she was doing with Brittany. She was mortified, her face flooding with heat as she covered it with her hands. "Of all of the excuses… that is totally humiliating. I almost wish you told them I was getting frisky with a hot older woman. Anything is better than that!"
"Sorry, I panicked, okay? You know I can't lie. Especially not to my own parents... and what do you mean getting frisky? Oh my God tell me you were not doing that to Brittany!"
Santana smirked, glancing at herself one final time in the mirror as she finished dressing. She even allowed Rachel to hug her goodbye without too much of a fight. Rachel just shook her head, clicking her tongue disapprovingly.
"Whatever, look… I'll be back by tonight. Don't do anything crazy and get yourself into trouble when I'm gone."
"Hi Santana. You look so good." Brittany fluttered her eyelashes at the darker girl, allowing her appreciative gaze to trail over Santana's body and planting her lips on her cheek in greeting when she met her at the entrance of the resort hotel. Santana's face immediately softened and she leaned in to press a chaste kiss to Brittany's lips, enjoying the way the blonde fawned over her and played with the collar of her jacket. "I mean, you always look good but somehow, you're even better than normal today, if that's even possible."
"Thanks, Britt. You're adorable." The black-haired girl responded, smiling at Brittany's light pink jacket and pom-pom hat.
As she and Brittany made their way through the small village that was all decorated in red and green for the Christmas fair, Santana began to wonder what she had been so jittery about. It felt perfectly natural being by Brittany's side and the two of them fell into easy conversation.
She quickly grabbed Brittany's hand to lead her through the crowd, interlacing their fingers and holding it tightly, watching the blonde adoringly whenever her upturned blue eyes lit up as she took in the different sights. Even though it was so early in the day, a crowd was already gathering. There were plenty of stalls with vendors selling all kinds of Christmas-themed items.
"I come here every year. The trinkets are just so cute." Brittany told her, checking out some cat-shaped Christmas ornaments and little snowman sculptures on display. It was difficult for Santana to remember how much she despised the festivities when Brittany was so breathtaking in the wintery scene.
"So cute." Santana agreed, though she was watching Brittany catch snowflakes on her tongue with childlike innocence as she said it.
The smile slipped from Santana's face when a familiar, smug face came into view as the two of them made their way through the snow. The darker girl groaned inwardly, moving closer to Brittany and slipping an arm around the blonde's waist in a possessive way as Brittany shot her an amused look but didn't pull away.
Lani noticed how Santana was holding Brittany and scowled, looking at Santana with contempt. Meanwhile, Santana stood straighter and squared her shoulders, satisfied when she noticed that she was probably a few centimeters taller than the Hawaiian woman and her jawline was definitely sharper than her rival's own.
"What are you still doing here?" Santana immediately muttered, not even caring how rude she sounded although she felt a little bad about how snappy she was being when Brittany shifted uncomfortably beside her.
"Hi Britt and… It's Santana, right? Greetings to you too," Lani drawled, narrowing her eyes at the black-haired girl. Santana bristled when the other girl used the same nickname she herself had for Brittany. "Fancy seeing Brittany with her newest little student. Is she giving you remedial skiing lessons? I seem to remember you've had quite a few falls. Wasn't there a video going around? It's admirable that you keep at it, despite how embarrassing it must be for you."
"Oh she's giving me plenty of extra lessons. We're practicing all the time until she's totally worn out and sore... not that I need much practice, as Brittany can attest to." Santana boasted, her black eyes glinting with pride as she dared Lani to challenge that. Brittany's cheeks were tinged with pink as she grabbed Santana's arm and gave it a light squeeze, rolling her eyes.
"Wow, seems like someone's a little hot for teacher," The other dark-haired girl chuckled, her hazel green eyes filled with anger and her lip curling with distaste as she faced Santana. "I think it's always adorable when little kids admire their teachers… though we all know those cute little one-sided crushes go nowhere and the teachers will be going home to their older, more mature, experienced lovers who know what they need."
"Maybe the younger ones have more energy to keep up with their needs… and the older ones are going a little senile and getting delusions so they should stay at their retirement homes in the tropics instead." The Latina retorted.
Santana rolled her neck, folding her arms over her chest as she smirked at her own comeback, proud of the way the Hawaiian bitch's face fell, obviously not expecting the Hispanic woman to fight back.
"What exactly do you want with us?" Santana hissed. "If you don't mind, Britt and I have somewhere else to be. Just the two of us. Alone."
"Nothing in particular. I was just about to grab some lunch if you'd like to join me, Brittany… " Santana huffed, making a noise in the back of her throat. "Oh and I guess you too, Santana."
Santana couldn't believe this girl would dare to intrude on them like this and have the nerve to ask that. She wanted to tell the bitch to go to hell but she couldn't when Brittany kept looking at her with that innocent expression, pleading with her with her innocent-looking doe eyes to keep the peace as tension grew. The blonde girl glanced nervously between the two of them as Santana stood stiffly, her jaw clenched.
"I guess that sounds like fun. We haven't had much time to catch up since you've been visiting." Brittany eventually shrugged as Lani continued to stare at her expectantly, waiting for an answer.
"What? Brittany, I thought this day was about us?" Santana turned to Brittany, speaking in a low voice and knit her brows together, confused. "Why do you need to catch up with her?"
"I promise, it will be about us soon. I'll make it up to you," Brittany whispered into her ear, playing with the sleeve of her jacket. The Latina sighed, unable to really argue with Brittany especially when she was gazing at her with those innocent, pleading eyes. Brittany lowered her voice further. "Please, just one time to keep the peace. She'll never stop asking if we don't."
Santana pouted as they followed Lani toward what looked like the most expensive restaurant in the village. Santana's hatred for the ski champion grew when they were seated and the other dark-haired woman began to brag to Brittany about some competition she had just won while the blonde congratulated her.
The Latina stabbed her food with her knife a little too viciously, making an irritated noise and made no attempt to disguise the look of annoyance on her face.
Santana became increasingly infuriated as Lani kept recounting all of these moments she had with Brittany over the years, not even bothering to include the younger black-haired girl in their conversations.
"This place sure brings back memories. Remember that holiday weekend in the Alps, Brittany? Just the two of us at that cozy little resort. We went to a restaurant just like this one, maybe a little fancier."
"Of course I remember," Brittany laughed breezily. "It tasted kind of good at first but when you told me what caviar actually is I could never eat it again."
"Yes, it was adorable how inexperienced you were. Or how about that time when we went snorkeling in Tahiti? You got such a terrible sunburn that you had to stay inside for the rest of the trip. Luckily I was there to make you feel all better, right, Beautiful?"
Santana dropped the cutlery she was holding and it clanged loudly when it hit the floor, causing everyone, even some of the other diners to stare at her but she was too furious to be bothered by what anyone else thought. Lani was blatantly flirting with Brittany right in front of her and she had about enough of this. Brittany looked over at her with concern, touching her arm consolingly but Santana's temper flared red hot. She moved closer to the girl, slipping her arm around her waist again.
"Don't call you fucking her that. I mean, she is but you're not allowed to call her that. You're not her girlfriend," She insisted, pushing her plate aside. She had no interest in eating and everything tasted awful to her at the moment. "You're not that great, you were just the only one around on your stupid beach trip. I bet I could have taken care of her better if I had been there."
Lani's green eyes narrowed and she appeared to be losing her cool, her sharply arched brow twitching as she finally whipped around to face Santana.
"Is that so?"
"You heard me, Bitch. What part of it don't you understand?"
"Aw I'm sorry, Santana, are you feeling a little threatened by me?" Lani let out her signature haughty laugh, taking a sip of wine. "Maybe a little insecure about how you measure up to someone on this level?"
"Measure up? What are we measuring? You've got to be joking. Just for the record, I'm taller than you and my cars are bigger than those janky hunks of metal I've seen you drive… terribly."
"Brittany likes my cars. She has been in them. We have some pretty vivid memories in those cars, if you know what I mean."
"When I take her for a ride in mine, she'll forget all about yours, if she hasn't already."
"This is juvenile, Santana. What are you going to say your hands are bigger than mine now?" Lani scoffed, glaring at Santana who wasn't backing down even though Brittany was pulling her back by the sleeve when she lunged toward the ski champion.
"Looks like they are, actually, now that you mention it."
Brittany laughed nervously, glancing between the two of them as a confused looking waiter came over to the table then walked away with a sigh when the two arguing women didn't notice him.
"Um, Guys, is anyone up for dessert? The chocolate lava cake looks good. I'm getting a little dizzy here."
When the tense meal was finally over and it was time to pay, both of the dark-haired women jumped in at the same time. Santana was outraged at the way Lani was interfering. Ski Bitch was clearly trying to show off in front of Brittany and using everything she had to make herself look better than Santana.
"I'll take care of the bill, Brittany. Santana, I know you're in college and I wouldn't want you to spend all your father's hard-earned money."
"No, I'm paying for it," Santana growled, slamming her fist onto the table and startling the two others. "You think I don't have money? I have my own money and I can pay for Brittany. I don't need your fucking charity."
"Oh, no. I insist."
Before Santana could argue any further, Lani swiped her card and flashed a smug smile in Brittany's direction. Santana was practically ready to strangle the bitch. Oh hell no…
"Santana, it's fine. C'mon," Brittany giggled, pulling her away as the black-haired girl was visibly seething after that ordeal and the blonde could probably feel the anger radiating from her. "I think we should get going."
"I really don't like that snow wench," Santana complained, practically storming away as Brittany followed close behind. "Who the hell does she think she is just barging in and showing off like she's the queen of the world?"
"It's okay, San. I don't know.. don't think she means badly. She's just trying to be friendly. It's just her way."
"Of course she has bad intentions. You can see it written all over her ugly demonic face. She's trying to… she wants to steal you away from me. Can't you see it?"
"Santana!" Brittany laughed again, pulling her into a tight hug that made the Latina stop in her tracks. The taller girl just wrapped her arms around Santana's neck, both of them getting covered in light flakes of snow and then kissed Santana's cheek placatingly as she adjusted her dark red scarf. "Don't you worry, okay? I'm all yours."
"Oh yeah?"
Santana responded by backing her into the wall behind one of the tiny shops and pressed her against it, pulling her into such a fierce and deep kiss that Brittany's toes curled, her hands grasping for purchase on the back of Santana's black, heavy jacket.
"Santana… w-wait, someone might see us," Santana was proud of how out of breath Brittany was and her debauched appearance when they parted their lips, her normally pale cheeks flushed a pretty pink. "I don't know if we should…"
"Didn't you say you were gonna make it up to me, Britt-Britt?"
The girl cut herself off when Santana's lips found her neck, pressing searing, open-mouthed kisses against the soft skin and she slipped her hands into Brittany's jacket, then under her sweater. Brittany keened, arching into her when Santana's hands found and squeezed her breasts, pausing to focus on them as Brittany kept begging for more. Santana was blocking Brittany's body from view and they were almost completely hidden away, the snowfall making it more difficult to see them but there was still a chance of someone catching them.
They both knew that meant they had to work fast. So maybe fucking Brittany in a deserted alley in the middle of winter at the fair wasn't exactly a good idea… but it was the best idea she had ever had.
Brittany didn't protest, gasping sharply when one of Santana's hands slipped into her jeans and under her panties. She slid the tips of her fingers through her folds, pleased to find her so wet already and circled the tiny nub as Brittany trembled against her, pulling her closer.
"Santana, please."
"More?"
"Yes, please touch me."
"What if someone sees, Britt-Britt? I don't know…" Santana smirked, kissing Brittany's ear that was flushed pink as Santana's fingers trailed through the seam of her, admiring the softness and warmth she found. "Brittany S. Pierce the ski champion being fucked by her student. What would people say?"
"Don't tease."
She found her entrance, tracing it with the tips of her fingers for a moment as Brittany trembled against her before slipping into her deep and curling her two fingers. Knowing that they wouldn't have much time to keep this going, Santana worked fast, pumping her fingers hard and feeling Brittany become wetter as she let out high-pitched moans and wails that were muffled against her shoulder.
She added another finger, loving the whimper she pulled out of Brittany at the stretch and the way the blonde was practically arching her back, riding Santana's hand now. Brittany made it clear that she loved the rough treatment, crying out as Santana moved inside of her.
The blonde wailed louder and Santana smiled, pressing her lips to hers to muffle the sweet sound when she found that one spot that always made Brittany unravel within seconds. She concentrated on repeatedly hitting that spot as Brittany squirmed against her and squealed, dripping down her thighs.
"Don't stop, don't stop. Feels so good, Santana."
"Shh, Sweetheart, you don't want anyone to hear, do you?"
"C-can't help it."
"So wet for me. Come on my hand, Babe. Come for me, right now." Santana demanded in a rough voice into her ear. That was all it took for Brittany's hands to spasm against her shoulders as her pink lips parted and a soft whimper left her throat. Santana heard sounds nearby and glanced around, making sure no one had seen or heard them. The thought of doing this in a semi public area did give her a thrill.
Though she had been ignoring her own needs, Santana was suddenly extremely aware of the heat and pressure building up between her own legs. She debated ignoring her own needs and dealing with that situation later but couldn't concentrate on anything else when the soft sound Brittany had made played in her head. She quickly unbuttoned her jeans and unzipped them as she shoved her hand into them.
She let out a sharp intake of breath when she touched her clit, realizing she had probably never felt more aroused in her life. Brittany saw what she was doing and grabbed her hips, pulling her closer and Santana began to grind against her own hand and Brittany's thigh.
With the way she was already so wound up, the thin fabric of her panties practically sticking to her, it was an embarrassingly short time before she jerked up against Brittany's body, her eyes rolling back in her head and felt those familiar sparks running up her spine as her legs trembled.
Brittany just ran her hands over her back, under her sweater and pushed her thigh up against Santana's core to help prolong the feeling, kissing her face and holding her up when she collapsed into her arms. Santana eventually pulled her left hand out of her jeans, blushing at the thought of where her fingers had been.
"Oh wow…" Brittany sighed, burying her head in her neck and still clinging to her tightly as she struggled to catch her breath moments later, still dazed from what Santana had done to her. "That was… You're really intense and sexy when you're all jealous."
"Jealous? Who said anything about that?" Santana scoffed and Brittany playfully kissed her ear, laughing as Santana denied it. "I don't get jealous."
"Of course not," Brittany teased, pulling her in the direction of some high-end shops at the end of the village once they had both recovered from what they had just done. "So you wanna go shopping? That's one of my favourite things to do ever."
"Me too. I'd love to."
Santana smiled, realizing this was yet another similarity between them. She raised an eyebrow, astounded when a ball of snow suddenly hit her lightly on the chest, crumbling against it then she saw Brittany smirking at her playfully.
"Hey!"
"Sorry, it's tradition. I couldn't resist it."
They both giggled as Brittany grabbed her hand, sliding her fingers between hers. She felt much happier, all thoughts of the lunchtime disaster leaving her head as Brittany pulled her into one shop after the next as they tried on outfits and jewellery to show off to each other. Santana was determined to completely impress Brittany, especially knowing that annoying as hell ex-girlfriend of hers was still lurking around on the prowl, waiting for just the right moment to dive in and steal the blonde away from her.
She saw the way Brittany was glancing longingly at a lilac dress in the window and immediately bought it for the girl. At first Brittany's face lit up in delight and disbelief at the girl purchasing such an expensive dress just for her but then Santana noticed how quiet she had become when they made their way into the dressing room of some bougie lingerie store the blonde wanted to check out.
"I'm sorry, Britt. Do you not like it anymore?"
Brittany shook her head, touching her arm and their eyes met.
"No, that's not it. It's perfect. I really do love it, Santana but you really don't have to feel like you need to spend thousands of dollars on me to impress me. I just love being with you and just doing simple things is fine too."
"I want to buy you things," Santana replied fiercely, pulling her close. "I love spending money on you, Britt. You deserve it all and more."
"Mm, is that so? I'm so lucky to have you to spoil me." Brittany whispered into her ear, pulling her into the stall with her and shutting the door.
"Whoa, Brittany, I don't know if we should - we're in a - "
Santana made a sound of surprise at first but closed her eyes, giving in when Brittany pushed her up against the nearest wall and kissed her soundly. So that's what this was about. If this was what the blonde wanted, who was Santana to say no? It was probably tempting fate to try something like this again, in an even riskier way but she'd be a fool to deny Brittany this.
"Oh I see how it is. You couldn't get enough of me, huh?" Santana smirked cockily, switching places with her and Brittany dropped the sets of panties and bras she'd been holding, gasping when Santana grabbed her by the wrists and held them up against her head as she pulled her into a heated kiss. She lowered her voice to a seductive, raspy tone, which she knew Brittany loved. "You got a little taste of it earlier and now it's all you can think about?"
Brittany squirmed against her as she kissed her pale, soft neck and Santana noticed how she was struggling to silence herself when they heard other people talking and moving around in the surrounding stalls, along with some shop assistants. In the back of her mind, Santana registered an annoying, high-pitched female voice that sounded vaguely familiar, twittering about something in one of the nearby stalls but she didn't think much of it. Brittany put a hand on her chest, smirking at her knowingly as she saw the aroused, mischievous look in Santana's eyes.
"Santana…"
"C'mon Britt. You know this is the hottest thing ever. You gonna model for me?"
Brittany smiled, giving into that request but on the condition that Santana closed her eyes while she changed into her outfit then she would surprise her.
"You can look now."
Before Santana knew it, Brittany had slipped into a lacy powder blue bra and panty set that made the Latina's heart race. Santana couldn't keep her hands off of her and Brittany's breaths quickened, little sounds escaping her throat as the darker girl practically ravaged her on the spot. Brittany sighed, overwhelmed by the feeling of Santana's hot, plump lips leaving bruising kisses against hers as her hands wandered all over her body, squeaking when the darker girl gave her ass a firm squeeze, and tugged down her bra to play with her nipple. Their tongues met and Santana nipped her lower lip, earning a moan from the blonde girl. They eventually parted, breathless then they had their hands all over each other again.
"Mmm, Santana, more. Touch me."
"Yeah, Babe, you like that? Shh, they'll hear you and know we're fooling around in here."
"Kiss me again."
This one of Santana's deepest fantasies come to life. Then all of a sudden, everything went from heavenly to very wrong. Santana was sliding forward after grinding a little too hard against the blonde and gravity wasn't on her side. She realized at the worst moment possible that Brittany hadn't locked the door and the two of them tumbled forward with a yelp, as Santana scrambled to cover them both.
"Santana?!"
Santana was sure her face had never been redder in her entire life as she realized who the familiar man's voice belonged to. She was lying on top of a half naked Brittany, her hand still under one of the girl's bra cups while Brittany's was caught under the waistband of Santana's jeans and they were staring up into the shocked faces of her dad and mom.