"Santana, please. Just talk to me." Brittany kept repeating, this was the tenth time she had pleaded the same thing to Santana's shaking body but still no explanation, just a muffled apology and sobs. Brittany frowns and looks down at Santana as she pats and runs her fingers through her hair; she marvels at how shiny it was. How could hair ever be so shiny? Brittany would think to herself. Santana whines once again like an injured horse and Brittany grimaces and clenches her fist around Santana's hoodie.
It continued, and continued. Santana Lopez could count the amount of people she's cried in front of (sober) on one hand and never in her life would she expect that one of her students would be one of those people, but Santana Lopez cried and she cried hard. She cried harder than she's ever cried. A human waterfall, almost, like a fleshy Niagara falls. Brittany's heart would shatter and her stomach would drop to what it felt like her feet and it pooled around her ankles every time she heard Santana cry. She would only ever hold her tighter. She still didn't know why Santana was apologizing or why she was crying so violently for in general, and in all honesty neither did Santana. She knew that she felt guilty about having sex like some floozy because Brittany S. Pierce did not deserve that. That's why she apologized and apologized. Yet, the constant stream of traveling tears that kept rolling down her cheeks mercilessly were confusing to Santana, many times during her eternal cries she would ask herself why she was crying so hard. Santana can only assume that it was a whirlwind of emotions and regrets at the same time.
"Baby, I think you should try to sleep." Brittany whispers into the top of Santana's head. Santana was calm and her breathing even relaxed a little. Santana's puffy eyes open and she jumps up in alert like a guard dog.
"What? No, don't go." Santana only assumed that Brittany was going to leave if she fell asleep and the thought of Brittany's soft long arms not being around her was so unsettling that Santana began to tear up again and her breathing started to rev up like a big sad engine.
"No, no. S, I'll stay. Let me just tell Quinn so that she can leave."
"Okay." Santana pouts as she relaxes her hold on Brittany bracing herself for the empty space that Brittany will leave behind when she goes to talk to Quinn, but Brittany does not move.
"I'll just call her in, okay?"
"What? No, I can't have a student see me like this." Santana says loudly, maybe even loud enough for Quinn to hear from outside. Brittany giggles at the irony of Santana's statement.
"What is so funny?" Santana asks with glint of confusion until she understands. She blushes, this whole time she has forgotten that Brittany was a student. Santana's been forgetting Brittany's academic title ever since the first day of school. "You are not a student." Santana says with a small laugh avoiding eye contact, as her cheeks turn red.
"What? Yes, I am. When I went to the fish hook museum with Mike and Tina we got in free because we were students." Brittany says nervously. Santana chuckles at Brittany's innocent reaction and looks deep into her eyes. She lets them trail up and down Brittany's features until she gets to her soft pink lips, she chomps down on her bottom lip to stop herself from making audible noise. Brittany looks closer at Santana and the way she's biting her lip and she smiles and leans in, knowing exactly what Santana wanted, their lips manage to touch until Quinn barges in.
"Shit. Sorry." She says a bit disgusted with the sight of her Spanish teacher and her best friend getting it on in a bedroom. She clears her throat and gathers her posture. "I just wanted to tell you that after way too many rounds of Parcheesi and a marathon of the New Jersey Housewives with Blaine, I'm ready to go home."
"Who won?" Brittany asks. Quinn smirks for an answer as Blaine demands another round from the living room.
"Anyway, ready to go?" Quinn asks.
"I'm staying tonight, Q." Brittany states as she holds Santana closer.
"Can't say I'm surprised. I would've left before but you know how I am about Parcheesi. Anyway, I'll see you tomorrow at school." Quinn says before leaving the room and shutting the door. Santana lays face down on Brittany's lap like before until Brittany turns her over.
"Can we just, like make out?" Brittany asks as Santana blushes. Brittany doesn't wait for an answer and just leans down and kisses Santana's lips. Santana lets Brittany take lead for a moment since she's completely overwhelmed by the energy running back and forth through her veins.
"You're supposed to kiss me back." Brittany whispers against Santana's lips. Santana's heart drops in embarrassment but quickly surpasses it and cups Brittany's face in between her hands and connects their lips together. Slowly, at first, their lips move against each other as they both explore and memorize the curve of each other's lips. Santana soon begins to want more, along with Brittany. They want warmth and nearness that now leads to their lips being apart. Brittany and Santana sit up simultaneously doe eyed and turned on and quickly change position, Brittany taking charge speedily crawling on top of Santana's body. Santana brings their lips together once more and lets Brittany's tongue slide past her lips, and as soon as their tongues touch Santana can't help but moan into Brittany's mouth. Brittany smiles into the kiss and only continues to probe around Santana's mouth, feeling as Santana's breathing starts to become heavy. They come apart for air and only to come together a second after each taking turns at the other's mouth. Brittany strategically places her knee in between Santana's legs, slowly pushing it against Santana's center every now and then earning her a small moan from Santana. Santana's hands make it up her Cheerio's top and she feels Brittany's hot skin against her fingers as she traces the ridges of her spine with her fingertips, also eliciting sound from Brittany.
"Shit. Sorry." Blaine interrupts as he turns around and covers his eyes. Santana and Brittany's head snap in his direction, Santana's head lays back annoyed at his presence. "I just wanted to ask you where and if we owned monopoly so that I can show Quinn how good I am at handling money despite my 200 dollar bow ties."
"What? We burned it a month ago when it never ended." Santana responds. Brittany laughs against the crook of Santana's neck and leaves a kiss.
"Alright, I'll just go buy a new one." He says, shutting the door. Leaving them in silence. Brittany smiles down at Santana who has her arm over her face. She leans down and moves it.
"Hi." She whispers.
"Hi." Santana whispers back. Brittany leans closer until Santana stops her. "We should, uhm, like, talk about this."
"Oh, okay. Well, I thought I could get you naked and make you feel good and give you sweet lady kisses all over your body." Brittany explained, Santana's eyes widened as certain words hit her and shook her entire body. She gulped and stayed silent for a few seconds.
"As incredible as that sounds, I meant that we should talk about us. Like where we stand."
"We're laying down though."
"I mean, our relationship. Are we like, I don't know, are we dating?"
"Aren't we?"
"Well, are we?"
"I really like you, Santana. I really do and I know you like me and we're making out so doesn't that mean we're dating?" Brittany asks.
"Yeah, Britt. It does." Santana says, not being able to hide the huge smile on her face.
"Well then, no need to ask." Brittany ended the conversation with a soft kiss to Santana's lips, they continued blissfully for some time taking pauses as they joked and tickled each other until each other's lips distracted them once more. Santana's hoodie was nearly off before Quinn and Blaine trudged through the doors.
"Shit. Sorry." They both say in unison, taking in the sight. "We just wanted to ask if you guys wanted to play."
"Really, Anderson?" Santana fumes, while Brittany stands up with a smile on her face.
"Sanny, can we play please?" Brittany pleads to Santana, and Santana realizes that she's incapable of saying no to Brittany and stands up next to her. Brittany takes Santana's hand and runs out of the room past Blaine and Quinn and leads Santana to the couch where they sit down next to a monopoly board.
"Why'd you even ask?" Santana asks Blaine
"Not my idea, Quinn's."
"Why?"
"Well at a glee party once, her and everyone else started playing drunk Candyland at Rachel's house and I was already asleep and Quinn didn't even wake me up to play." Brittany explains, she shoots a mean glare at Quinn who looks away in defense.
"Did anyone ever tell you how cute you were?" Santana asks and before Brittany could answer, Santana plants a big kiss on her lips.
I'm sorrryyy. Shit, I'm sorry. I've been traveling. I'm in Spain. I'm sorry. I love you all. Please, enjoys. Reviews, always always always appareciated.