Blaine and Quinn were still going at the longest board game ever to be created when Santana and Brittany retired to Santana's bedroom, they were tired and Blaine and Quinn had basically already taken all of their money and properties. They were done for the night.
Brittany sits down on the bed playfully and looks at Santana with a small smirk on her face. Santana giggles nervously as she sits next to Brittany on the bed and looks at her. Without warning, Brittany leans in and kisses Santana, their lips play for a bit and Santana opens up a little wider letting Brittany's tongue slide in, coating the inside of Santana's lips. Santana pulls away for air but Brittany doesn't let her escape for very long before she wraps her hands around her neck and leads her back to her mouth. Brittany, very slyly, makes her presence atop of Santana's lap and cradles her waist in between her thighs. Brittany begins to grind on Santana's body and they shudder in unison.
"Fuck me." Santana sighs, mostly a gesture of frustration but Brittany takes it quite literally as she strips Santana quickly of her hoodie and starts leaving kisses down her chest.
"Brittany." Santana moans. She brings Brittany's face to eye level again. "Not yet."
"You just told me to fuck you." Brittany argues with a pout on her face.
"Yeah, well that's not what I meant."
"So you don't want to have sex with me." Brittany says while taking her eyes off Santana and onto the mattress.
"No, that's not what I mean either."
"Why aren't you saying what you mean?"
"Because you make me nervous." Santana confesses and starts putting her hoodie back on.
"You're hard to understand, Santana, and that's coming from me." Santana giggles at Brittany and moves a few strands of blonde hair that had fallen in front of Brittany's face.
"Let me just map this out, B. I want to have sex with you, but at the same time I don't think we should have sex right now." Santana states softly.
"Oh." Brittany exhales like a child and puts on her best-disappointed face for Santana. Santana smirks and shakes her head no before leaving a small close-mouthed kiss on Brittany's lips.
"You look tired, Britt." And like a mystical spell, Brittany yawns and agrees with Santana. They tuck themselves in and tangle themselves up under the sheets. And between small kisses and whispered goodnights, they fell into sleep.
~unf~
The next morning was a whirlwind starting with Santana being woken up by not a alarm clock but a fiery blonde cheerio peppering kisses all over her face.
"Goodmo-" Santana responds until she's interrupted by a quick kiss. She deepens the kiss and Brittany only obliges. They continue along following all the steps they already learned from kissing the night before and were soon laying down with their arms and legs wrapped up around each other, running their curious hands all over mysterious skin. Santana could've sworn she was dreaming, as she did have recurring dreams about Brittany before. Not that she'd ever admit to that.
"I'm coming in and I know you're both doing the dirty but I need to shower and Quinn's using the other one." Blaine's run on sentence gives him enough time to make it to the bathroom safely without anyone having to respond.
"Quinn?" Santana asks.
"Yeah, her and Blaine fell asleep on the couch last night." Brittany said with a chortle.
"I have two students in my apartment right now. One is showering after falling asleep next to my male roommate and I was recently making out with the other. How many years in federal prison do you think that that equates to?" Santana says rhetorically as she sits up, Brittany follows her up.
"Uh, I don't know. But does that mean we can't shower together?"
"Yes, for now."
"Alright, well I'm gonna go shower with Quinn." Brittany gets out of bed and sprints over to the bathroom outside. Santana's confused but most of all, jealous, very jealous. She tries to suppress anger by telling herself that since they're cheerios, they shower all the time. That's enough to hold her over until Blaine comes out of the shower, combing gel into his hair.
"All done." He says whistling as he almost exits Santana's bedroom.
"Hey, don't be offended. But you didn't fondle Quinn or anything?"
"Gross. I mean, she's fabulous and way too keen when it comes to monopoly and make up products but, ew Santana." He retorts.
"Alright, alright. I'm just trying to shave years off my sentence." Santana's already in the shower before Blaine gets a chance to even ask. She lets the cold water hit her like ice cubes with no complaint and sinks into her own personal realization. She slips out of the bathroom and makes it back to her bed. She lays out her outfit and starts drying herself off. As she runs the towel through her hair, she checks her phone. A few texts from an unknown number and three missed calls from the same number, she looks over the texts and figures out its from Sam. They're apologetic and boring, Santana rolls her eyes and deletes them before getting completely ready for the day.
She's putting her shoes on when Brittany walks in with a smile on her face, immediately met by Santana's smile. How she did love that whole blue sparkly eyes smile combination on Brittany.
"San, Quinn and I have to go but apparently, Quinn and Blaine already put some plans together to meet up at Breadstix after school. If that's okay."
"Yeah, no problem. Not like I have anything planned, ever." Santana smiles at Brittany and kisses her. "I'll see you at school."
Brittany nods and it looks like she wants to say something, the same thing Santana wants to say back but instead, they put that away and Brittany leaves with Quinn. As soon as she's gone, Santana sighs in complete frustration and falls face flat on her bed. She takes in a deep breath and smells Brittany on her mattress. She falls into it for a few seconds before Blaine pops in and joins her.
"Are you alright?"
"Yeah, yeah. Lets go." Blaine and Santana leave the apartment and make it to Santana's car.
"So, where am I leaving you?" Santana asks.
"Dalton Academy, I have a job interview."
"That's that warbler school."
"Yes, they need someone to coach their glee club."
"Are you initiating a challenge right now, Blaine?"
"Oh shush." Santana laughs and they get a cup of coffee at the Lima Bean, Santana doesn't have a morning class on Friday's so she takes her time. They chat about Brittany.
"So did you guys?"
"No, no. I told her that we should wait to do that later."
"How unlike you, especially since you totally slept with some random guy two nights ago."
"You are asking to be shanked, Anderson." Santana growls, Blaine responds with a smirk before getting back in the car.
~hnng~
With a heavy thud, a broom and it's cousin, the mop, fell to the floor. "Fuck, Brittany." Santana whispers. Before leaving Brittany's side to pick up the mess they had caused.
"Come back." Brittany claims before physically grabbing Santana by the waistline of her pants and bringing her back. Brittany dips her fingers between fabric and warm skin and Santana's grip on Brittany's ass tightens.
"Please, Santana." Brittany whispers into her ear. Santana chomps down on her bottom lip and does the near impossible and backs away from Brittany.
"Baby, we talked about this."
"No, you talked about it and I was too tired to respond. I'm responding right now, I want you. Let's have sex." Brittany swings one of her long legs and pushes it against Santana's pelvic region and Santana's about to give in.
"No, Brittany. It has to be special."
"Tons of people call me special like every day, and I think you're special Santana. If we're both special, then that's definitely enough special to have sex."
"Just be patient. Please, for me." Brittany sighs and lets her leg fall to the ground, Santana would be lying if she said that she didn't miss it.
"Just for you though."
"I hope." Santana leans in and kisses her. In her pocket, Santana feels her phone vibrating and so does Brittany, she uses that as an excuse to put her hand in Santana's pants and grabs her phone. It's the same unknown number and since it's not her Santana's mom or anything, Brittany answers. Santana assumes that it's some random telemarketer and stands by waiting for Brittany to wrap it up.
"Hello."
"Santana?"
"No, this is Brittany."
"Oh, okay. Well, can you tell Santana to call me back?"
"Who is this?"
"Sam Evans, I met Santana a few nights ago and I just wanna see her again."
"Oh."
"Can you relay that message, Brittany?"
"Yeah, no problem."
"Alright, bye."
The line goes dead and Brittany hands the phone back to Santana with a stolid look on her face.
"Something wrong?" Santana questions.
"No, it's just some guy who wants to see you again." Santana freezes up.
"Brittany, it's not anything." Santana says shakily, afraid of what was about to happen.
"If you say so."
"I do say so, baby."
"Whatever." Brittany says chastely before leaving Santana alone in the janitor's closet. Santana wants to run after her but she can't, not in school. Instead, she buttons up her shirt that was left a little messy after Brittany's frantic fingers and walks out of the janitor's closet walking in the opposite direction, hoping that Brittany would forget about it.
Hi! Hey like I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, I know I've been super irresponsible about posting and you've all been so supportive and I'm sorry. I've just been busy with writing other things.
And to respond to an anonymous message yes, I do have a girlfriend now, well I've had a girlfriend for a long time now and I guess I've just been busy writing things about her and for her and blah blah cheesy so sappy. We have a blog now I guess you can call it. ( .com)
I'll try my best to be more responsible about posting and yeah, again I'm sorry. I love you all.
Bella
P.S. I was in Spain, but now I'm back home in America. Spain was wonderful, yay to any people in spain reading this story if there are any. Your country is beautifullllll.