Title: It's Been A Long Time Coming 2/2
Pairing: Brittany Pierce/Quinn Fabray
Rating: T/R?
Summary: Moments like these, when Quinn halted their walk to push Brittany forcefully against a tree and fuse their lips together, Brittany was fine with the thought of perhaps she was in love with Quinn.
Spoilers: uhhh Quinn had a baby, and I think that's it.
Word Count: 4380~
Author's Note;; unbeta'd because this is for my beta LeftiesAreHot and it's silly to ask her to proof a fic that's for her. Written late at night and while my senses had taken leave of me so if it's a bit 'wut', I'm sorry. ALSO! I tried to multitask playing Call of Duty and writing about half of this so... Eh heh heh... ...it's call of duty. And it is awesome. That is all.
This is the end, btw. I'm taking one/two-shot prompts for any glee pairing. Friendship pairings included. Angst, fluff, whatever. I've been really unmotivated to write for my multi-chaptered fics lately, and I need to try to change that. So, message/email/whatever me your ideas?
Quinn bounced back into Brittany's (though she had practically moved out of the guest room and into her girlfriend's a few months ago) room, hair up in a towel and skin still damp from her shower. The taller girl lay where she had left her- Facedown and sprawled over the sheets, pillows and blankets thrown to the floor. Despite it being barely eight in the morning, the air in the room already felt stifled and warm, and the sun's rays (though Brittany would swear that they weren't warm little sunshine rays, they were fucking magnifying lazerbeams of doom) were bearing down rather mercilessly on the curtains that dared attempt to keep them out of Brittany's room. Silly pieces of cloth... Mr Sun would set them on fire if they dared keep up this facade of rebellion for much longer.
A silly smile on her face, Quinn climbed back on the bed, dropping to her stomach next to Brittany, propped up on one elbow. One hand swept soft blonde hair off her girlfriend's back, the ends of which were starting to stick due to the humidity, before she dropped a lingering kiss to one bare shoulder. To her, Brittany was endlessly adorable and amazing and beautiful. Perfectly perfect, no matter what anyone else said.
"Britt..." She called gently, fingers drumming out a beat on the small of the other girl's back. "Britt, wake up." When Brittany shifted with a groan and something that sounded suspiciously like 'don wanna', Quinn couldn't stop the grin that spread wider. Did she mention adorable when using words that fit her girlfriend? Because Brittany could be used to describe the word.
"Britt, come on. I want to go to the park."
"Nooooo," Brittany whined, burying her face deeper into the mattress. "Too hot... Wanna sleep. Turn fan up pleeease?"
"But Britt..." Not B, never again. Santana (and Quinn) used to call Brittany that, and inside, she was still touchy when it came to all things Santana. It broke Quinn a little to see her girlfriend hung up on someone else, but she could understand- Santana had made them a trio before, afterall. They'd been best friends first, then they just... Grew up. Up and apart, was that how it was said? Regardless, the two of them avoided the Latina, each having their own personal bad memories of her.
Leaning down, Quinn kissed a trail up Brittany's neck, tongue dipping into the curve of her girlfriend's ear. When the taller girl shifted slightly, Quinn grinned smugly and repeated the action, teasing the lobe between her teeth as her hands wandered lightly up and down Brittany's sides. It amused her endlessly, how ticklish Brittany was. All Quinn needed to do was run one finger up her back, like so, and-
"Nononononooooo," Brittany managed to sputter out with a laugh, wiggling around to lie on her back and pulling Quinn on top of her as she did so. Pressing her lips affectionately to Quinn's cheek, Brittany beamed sleepily up at the other girl. "No tickles, 'kay?"
Seeming to pull back to think about it, Quinn finally shook her head resolutely. "Not unless you go to the park with me."
"But Quiiiiinn," Brittany complained, rubbing her fists against her eyes to remove the sleep from them, "Too hot. We'll melt into puddles an' that'd be bad."
She looked so earnest and sincere; Quinn giggled and flicked her nose playfully. Brittany really was adorable.
...and nude.
With a slight grin, Quinn snaked her hand up to palm one of Brittany's breasts, thumb rolling idly. Blue eyes flickered, flittering away from hazel ones to look down. When she raised her gaze again, her eyes were just that smidge darker, and Quinn felt smug approval rushing through her system. "I'll make it worth your while, though."
Though still apprehensive, Brittany agreed, rolling out of bed to don appropriate summer clothing, brush her teeth, sweep her hair up in a loose bun and just about tumble through the front door with Quinn by her side, the two of them giggling and occasionally shrieking when the other managed to touch somewhere they were not supposed to when in public. In broad daylight.
And fuuuuuuu- It was blazing hot.
Brittany sucked it up though, and draped one arm around the shorter blonde's shoulders, keeping her firmly anchored by her side. Quinn couldn't shut up about the sunshine, the grass, the wind (what wind? There was like, none), chattering away as fast as a freight train on buttered tracks. She even skipped. Brittany thought she was so cute. Moments like these, she didn't give a damn about the heat. Moments like these, the affection she felt for Quinn threatened to overwhelm and drown her. Moments like these, she thought that perhaps she loved Quinn as she used to love Santana. And moments like these, when Quinn halted their walk to push Brittany forcefully against a tree and fuse their lips together, Brittany was fine with the thought of perhaps she was in love with Quinn.
"You're sweet," Quinn murmured, lips moving firmly over Brittany's.
"I'm your kind of sweet," Brittany responded, kissing back with just as much fervour. She could feel drops of sweat rolling down and soaking the back of her shirt, more beads of perspiration collecting and moving upwards on the back of her shoulders and neck, down her arms and- Wait... What. The. Fuck?
Pain. Holy hell, so much pain.
Shoving Quinn away, Brittany jerked away from the tree, spinning around and around as she fought to see what the hell were on her shoulders and arms that was hurting so badly. When she made out what the things on her were, Brittany let out a squeal, spazzing out completely as her hands smacked and swept and tried to get every single fucking red ant off of her before they ate her alive.
Needless to say, the moment was over.
}{}{}{
Quinn was endlessly apologetic.
After every last ant was flicked off and stomped on, the two cut their walk short and fair near ran back to the house. Brittany still gave sporadic twitches, remembering the feel of teeny legs and huge pinchers and just... oh my god. That had been a horrible experience; one she hoped to never repeat. Ever. Really. If it happened again, she might cry- She had been pretty close to it, before.
"I'm so sorry, Britt." Quinn repeated miserably for the millionth time, guilt splashed all over her face. "I just didn't think about it."
"It's okay, Quinn," Brittany managed a smile, wincing as she reached up to cup her girl's cheek. "Really. Just... Don't do it again, okay?"
Quinn sniffled. "Okay."
Rotating her shoulder, Brittany took a few steps up the stairs before turning, smiling shyly. "Going to take a shower."
Quinn stayed where she was, head bowed. "Okay."
Blue eyes rolled. "I really don't want to make a paper card, Quinn. I'm sweaty and itchy and I really want to have your legs around mine and my fingers in you." A grin snuck its way onto her face as she watched hazel eyes glaze over. "I'm going to take a shower," She repeated, backing up and into her room.
This time, Quinn took the stairs two at a time and had enough of her wits remaining to remember to shut and lock the bedroom door before she stumbled into the bathroom to find her girlfriend already under the water. Heady with anticipation, Quinn stripped off her own clothes and dropped them haphazardly on the floor before emitting a shriek when her discarded shorts moved and hissed.
Brittany stuck her head out of the shower door and cooed at her fluffy abomination of a cat while Quinn tried to calm her heart palpitations.
"Quinn, put Charity outside please?"
"Britt," Quinn began warily, "your cat hates me."
"No she doesn't! She doesn't hate anyone. Just pick her up put her out then come in here and join me, please?"
And Quinn couldn't resist. At first, she tried making little shooing motions, but the cat just stared at her disdainfully. Then she tried (very cautiously) to pick the cat up, and Charity didn't struggle. Feeling more confident, Quinn moved to put the cat out when it suddenly sprang to life, sinking all the claws of one paw into Quinn's arm.
The ants? Really couldn't compare to this and needless to say, the two of them didn't manage to get their groove on.
To add insult to injury, they didn't even get to cuddle. Charity insisted on lying between them on the bed and Quinn, completely terrified of said cat now, went to her own room and bolted the door.
}{}{}{
If possible, the next day was even warmer. Quinn came home from running a few errands to find Brittany facedown on the tiled floor in front of the open refrigerator. At first she was panicked because... Seriously, wouldn't you be worried? However, when she tried to roll Brittany over, she received a swat and a grumbled (muffled) "No. Tryin' to soak up the cool."
"C'mon Britt. Pool party at Berry's place, remember?" The last gathering that the glee club was going to have, before they each went on with their lives. Perhaps they'd all meet up again in the future, but that was highly unlikely- Who in their right minds would want to return to Lima once they got out?
Brittany was up and changed into a rainbow print bikini before Quinn managed to make it up the stairs. And she looked delicious. Quinn's fingers itched reach out and pull the skimpy bits of fabric away from the dancer's amazing body and spend hours with those long legs over her shoulders, but when she tried Brittany wiggled away with a frown.
"It's too hot for sex, Q," She'd said, and that was that. However, the party was only going to start in three hours and if they left now they'd be disgustingly early. But that was okay, because Quinn had nefarious plans to thoroughly defile Rachel Berry's pool before anyone else got there.
Except that she must be really hated by someone up there, because when they got to the Berry's place, half the glee club was already there and her plans to have amazing pool sex with her girlfriend was thrown out of the window. She couldn't be pouty and upset for too long, though, because the content and happy expression that Brittany had on her face just negated every bad thought she was directing at their friends.
}{}{}{
Someone was just trying to make Brittany absolutely miserable. If she thought the temperature over the past two weeks had been bad, she was totally unaware that heat waves of this proportion even existed. It was hot enough to burn (not fry, burn) an egg on the sidewalk- She knew this for sure, Quinn and her tried it out just yesterday- and just about everywhere public that had air conditioning was jam packed full of people. Oh and the air conditioning unit at the mall? It broke down. Life was just... Not awesome.
Due to the grumpiness she felt thanks to the unbearable heat, Brittany had unknowingly been keeping her distance from Quinn. The shorter blonde was just so chirpy and optimistic and even went out for runs by herself in the morning. Brittany refused to cuddle with her girlfriend because it was just too hot, and houseflies were out in swarms, which really disturbed her to no end. She hated those mofos. Charity's crankiness mirrored Brittany's, which meant that Quinn tried to steer clear of the demon cat- And Brittany by default, since that annoying creature had taken to following her girlfriend everywhere.
The both of them were miserable, Brittany because of the heat, Quinn because she was missing her girlfriend something awful (...and they lived in the same house) and also because Brittany still hadn't made a decision for college. Quinn wanted to be able to plan for their not-so-distant futures, but with Brittany sort of stuck in limbo...
That and their six month anniversary was today.
Quinn had planned out a romantic picnic at Columbus, but throughout everything, Brittany had been endlessly grumpy and had just about totally ignored the shorter blonde in favour of complaining of the heat and swatting at flies. It was discouraging and very off-putting, to say the least, and Quinn was on the verge of a breakdown.
Not that Brittany noticed. She was too busy scratching moodily at an old scar on her leg.
She looked, Quinn thought, not dissimilar to the bunch of daisies lying next to her- A little bit unhappy, a little bit droopy around the edges-, all because of being out in the scorching heat. Quinn couldn't help but feel bad, because Brittany wouldn't be out here at all if it weren't for Quinn and her hippy ways. Quinn might not have known how deep her girlfriend's hatred of summer and heat actually went, but she was starting to get an inkling that it was, in fact, really deep. And something she should try to keep away from in the future.
Maybe.
The drive back to Lima was cold. Too cold. Brittany had turned the air conditioning in the car down to Arctic temperatures, and Quinn froze the whole way. There was something really wrong when part of one's face was thawed from the sun shining through the windscreen, but the other part was as frozen as a cow under six feet of ice.
When they pulled up in front of the Pierce residence, Quinn turned to Brittany with an unsure smile that faded rather quickly. Brittany was already gone, scrambling to get into the house and out of the sun. It wasn't really rejection, but it sure as hell felt like it. Forlorn, Quinn hefted a heavy box from the trunk of her car and started staggering up the stairs to the beat of water from the shower. After dumping said box down in Brittany's room, Quinn worried her lip between her teeth and tried the door to the bathroom.
Locked. Great. With a groan, Quinn flung herself back onto the bed to sulk and wallow in a paddle-sized pool of self pity. Was it really too much to expect Brittany to be a bouncing ball of rainbows and bubble all... the... time...
...what?
Fresh out of her shower, Brittany skipped over to the bed (she was totally naked; Quinn took a moment to...appreciate the sight) and straddled the smaller girl's stomach, winding their fingers together and pulling Quinn's arms above her head. Her skin was cool and a welcome change from the surrounding air. Suddenly, Quinn was wishing that she had taken off her clothes before she flopped on the bed because sex right now would totally make up for the crappy day they'd been having so far- And it was only five in the evening. The day wouldn't be over for another seven hours and ohmygod Brittany do that again.
Grinning down at Quinn, Brittany rocked her hips slowly, firmly, into Quinn's abdomen, taking delight in the fact that Quinn's mouth was gaping slightly open and her breaths were audible. She was such a boss, able to make her girlfriend pant without doing anything but this. "Whacha thinking about?"
"Nothing," Quinn managed to splutter in response, "Nothing except that you- Yesssss." She couldn't help the wiggle of delight and the soft grunt that escaped when Brittany rocked again and nibbled daintily along her collarbone.
"You're all sweaty and salty," Brittany announced, suddenly rolling off and moving to her closet, "You should go take a shower."
And Quinn was left there gaping at her damn tease of a girlfriend's naked ass swaying away from her.
Utterly frustrated, Quinn flung her hand out in a "what the fuck?" gesture, though she only managed to slam the back of it into a box that was right by the bed. And it hurt like a bitch. Who the fuck left that there?
Then she remembered that it had been her who had put the box by the bed, and what was in the box was going to be her gift to Brittany, and here she was hoping that it hadn't broke because that thing was going to be their savoir for the rest of the summer. And for every one thereafter.
Clambering off the bed and into the closet (a little backwards, innit?) whilst cradling her throbbing hand, Quinn stopped dead, staring at the bits of paper that littered the floor. Then her eyes caught on to the logo for some University out in Montana and her eyes bulged. What the- Had Brittany snapped and played confetti cannons with all her letters of acceptances? Because shit, that was just not cool.
"Britt..."
The blonde in question looked up from rummaging about in her shoes (again, whaaaaat?), confusion all over her features. "Quinn?" She prompted when the other girl didn't seem inclined to say anything else. "What's up?"
"I- You... ...why is all this paper on the floor?" She couldn't think, what with having a naked Brittany kneeling down on bits of paper, poking about her shoes. What was she wanting to find in there?
Blankly, Brittany stared at the mess. "Oh. ...oh." Looking up, she bit her lip in a highly distracting way and Quinn's gaze instantly locked on target- I mean, no, she was focused and didn't look at Brittany's mouth at all. "I was trying to think where to go and I couldn't decide so I asked Charity to tear up those that she didn't like-"
"Which was like, everything?" Quinn interrupted, one hand flailing around. Brittany needed those pieces of paper!
"No... She left two." Brittany pointed to two slightly torn and battered looking pieces of paper that were pinned to the door of the closet. Looking closer, Quinn could just make out the University of North Carolina (yes. Internal fist pump!) and... Stanford University? ...wasn't that in California, land of beach bums and surfboards? Conveniently, Quinn forgot everything she learned about the placements of the states in America. What the hell did North Carolina have that could compete with the surf and waves and old people of California (...or was that Florida...)? Mountains? Wow, that was totally a plus for N.C.
Quinn wasn't holding out for a working long-distance relationship- And if she went to N.C. and Brittany went to California, they would be on opposite ends of the coasts. How were two struggling students going to visit each other? If they split apart for school, they were over, and Quinn wasn't cool with that. Six months may not have been a long time, but she was fair sure that she loved her girlfriend. Maybe even as much as she loved the outdoors.
Of course, Quinn could always defer and follow Brittany to California, but... She hadn't applied to anything in that state. Of all the letters that got torn up, why didn't that one get shredded by the demon spawn?
"Yeah?" Quinn finally responded, moving forward to drop to her knees next to Brittany, resting her chin on a smooth shoulder. Her hand played with the ends of the taller blonde's hair, twirling long strands around her fingers and tugging gently. "Have you chosen one yet?"
Brittany bit her lip. "Not sure yet, but I start in Spring. I differentiated."
Confused, Quinn tried to puzzle through that. "What?" She failed.
"I don't know. But when you go I'm going with you and I get to distract you when you're trying to study." Obviously pleased, Brittany rubbed her hands together gleefully. "Then after spring break I start school again."
"Wait. You're going to North Carolina?" The hopeful smile on her face threatened to break into a full on grin, complete with flashing of teeth and gums from the force of it. "With me?"
"Yeah. That's what I said, silly. Mum has an old friend there who has an apartment but she said we should look around for other places first and mmph-" While Quinn usually found Brittany's rambles and one-liners cute, there were times when the other girl needed to stop talking. This was one of them, because Quinn wanted to kiss her girlfriend and tell her that
"I'm glad." What? That wasn't it. Breaking the kiss, Quinn pulled back a little and ran a thumb over Brittany's cheek. The taller blonde's eyes lowered to half mast and her mouth was open slightly, face nuzzling into her girl's palm. "I didn't want us to slowly fall apart."
Brittany's baby blues opened and she stared up into Quinn's nervous gaze. "Yeah?"
Oh come on Fabray, suck it up and spit it out. Deep breath; stop beating around the bush.
Worrying her lip between sharp teeth, Quinn breathed, "Yeah. I love you a lot and I didn't want to live away from you."
Slowly, Brittany broke into a beam, teeth flashing as she threw her arms around Quinn's waist and hugged her tightly. "Yeah?"
"Yeah," Quinn confirmed.
"I love you too, Q, even though you kind of hate Charity. You two are going to have to come to an agreement though because she's coming with us." When Quinn pulled away, eyebrows up high, Brittany nodded. "Yeah. I'm not leaving her behind."
Hazel eyes rolled. They would see about that- There was no way she was going to continue living with that thing. Standing, she dragged Brittany up and pulled her out of the closet, pushing her against the nearest wall. Brittany grinned down at Quinn.
"No ants." She informed the other girl helpfully.
"No ants," Quinn echoed, mirroring her girl's smile. "No parents- Just you and me."
"Still hot though," Brittany managed, squirming when Quinn trailed her fingers along the taller blonde's stomach, slowly making their way up to palm a breast possessively. Before Brittany could reach out and pull Quinn's clothes off of her, her arms were yanked up and pressed against the wall at the wrist as Quinn pressed their mouths together again, tongue flitting lightly over her teeth.
"I have something for you to help with that," She mumbled, nipping and sucking her way down Brittany's throat.
"Yeah?" Was all that Brittany could groan out, back arching when Quinn flicked her fingers, rolling them smoothly over a hardened nipple.
"Yep. It's in that box by the bed." After biting down gently on Brittany's collarbone, Quinn pushed herself away and loped over to it, patting the top of the box enticingly.
Brittany didn't need to be called twice.
She bounced over and ripped into it, pulling off plastic and throwing paper and cardboard around to finally unearth a largish... rectangle... thing. It looked like a cupboard, except that it had wheels at the bottom, dials and buttons at the top, and slits along the side.
She was utterly confused by this contraption and Brittany, being Brittany, didn't think to look at the side of the box to figure out what that thing was. "Whazis?"
"Portable air conditioner!" Quinn bounced up and down on the bed excitedly.
Okay, the smaller girl was a friggin' genius. After they got it working, Brittany turned to Quinn with a wide smile, pouncing on her and rolling her onto her back on the bed. "You're awesome," She told her with an affectionate smile, "And I'm so turned on right now."
Quinn nodded frantically, reaching up to loop her hands around Brittany's neck before yanking downwards. More sexing, less talking.
Her stomach clenched when Brittany's hands slid under her tanktop; her hips jerked when Brittany peeled her top and shorts off to throw them off the bed, paying no mind as to where they flew. Her eyes snapped open when her bra was unclasped and pulled off and she moaned softly when Brittany suckled strongly at her breast, tongue flicking back and forth rapidly in a way that had Quinn wrapping her legs around Brittany's waist and pressing upwards. Then she moved lower and oh-
Mew.
...what the fuck?
In unison, both girls turned and stared at the enraptured cat staring at them through huge and unblinking eyes. Brittany reacted as though her parents had been the ones to catch them in the act, and not just her demon spawn of a pet. Flinging herself off the other side of the bed, the taller girl hit the floor with a thump and before Quinn could say anything, she was hit in the face by her discarded shorts.
"What t- Britt, what?" Quinn demanded, confused and utterly horny. Were they not..? She couldn't just leave her like this! She wouldn't! ...would she?
"We can't defile Charity's eyes, Quinn!" ...oh yes, she would. This was bloody unacceptable.
Flopping back, Quinn let out a frustrated groan. "Are you serious? You're not serious right now." With a sigh, she rolled over and grabbed for Brittany, hauling her up by her wrist. "Look, it's a cat. I'm not going to be cockblocked again by your cat! You can't leave me like this- I'm wet and turned on- Courtesy of you, by the way- and I need to come,Britt, so hurry up and finish me!"
Brittany gnawed on the nail of her pinky finger, gaze travelling from Quinn's expectant eyes to her cat's condemning/traumatized )or so she thought anyway, Quinn was of the mind that the hell creature simply looked smug) ones before she shook her head, pulling the blankets tighter around herself. "I can't, Q- She's staring and it's wrong."
Okay that's it. When they went to North Carolina, Quinn was going to find a way to conveniently 'lose' that cockblocking motherfucker of a cat, so help her god.
Charity looked back at the disgruntled blonde with a steady gaze, one ear twitching as the two engaged in a stare-down.
Oh, it was so on. Right now the score stood at Charity: 2954, Quinn: 1. Charity was keeping very careful count, and okay, maybe getting that portable air conditioner warranted two points, but that was it. Things were going to get hot and heavy starting now- People around should start expecting buildings to topple and random craters appearing in the middle of the road because it was so on.
Let the competition for Brittany's affections begin.
Thank you for reading! Please do leave ideas for prompts!
(: