Hi :) Thank you for the amazing feedback on last chapter. 81 reviews? Loved it! :) Sorry for the delay of this chapter, but sometimes life comes in between. And I had the chapter ready, but then my beta suggested an other idea so I changed up the whole chapter, which took quite a while. Thank you to both my beta's. :) The rating has changed from T to M. Oh, and Sam in this fic is cute Sam from season 2, not the creepy stripper who hasn't had a haircut in years Sam from season 4. Ohvalerievalerie made a cover for this fic, so you can check it out at my fanfiction profile. It looks quite good. :) Enjoy the chapter :)
Santana passionately pushed her inside the house. Their lips never breaking, this kiss wasn't like all the other kisses Santana and Brittany had shared. This kiss was very different. It was a mixture of passion and lust. Santana wasn't going on easy on Brittany either. She was far too busy fighting for control of their kiss to notice that once they entered the living room Brittany almost fell over the couch.
Luckily for them they didn't have far to go, and once they got into the bed room with their tongues still battling, fighting for control, they finally broke apart gasping for air.
Santana closed the door, forgetting to lock it, and she pushed Brittany backwards onto the bed. As her head the pillow, Santana jumped on top of Brittany- kissing and biting at the sensitive spots of her neck.
"Oh Santana..." Brittany said as Santana pulled away from her neck, smirking to herself. Brittany looked into Santana's beautiful brown eyes and saw the same thing hers were showing: lust.
Brittany reconnected their lips when Santana licked her bottom lip pleading for permission, which Brittany was happy to grant her. As their tongues began to mingle again, Brittany's mind started to wonder.
"What the hell are we doing?" Brittany thought to herself. Even though she didn't know what was going on, she sure as hell didn't want to stop- that was for sure. Brittany cast the thoughts aside, because all she wanted to think about right now was Santana, and how she was making her body feel.
Santana's hands were all over her body. As they broke the kiss Santana slipped her hands under Brittany's shirt, rubbing her over her abs. All Santana could think was 'Damn she is so fucking sexy.'
Brittany's hands started trailing down Santana's back stopping for a second at the hem of her shirt, then she firmly placed both of her hands on Santana's ass, and gave it a little squeeze. Santana moaned as she reattached her lips to Brittany neck, sucking hard on it. Brittany felt her body begin to heat up and she began to feel an uncontrollable throbbing between her legs.
Brittany sat up and grabbed the hem of Santana's shirt, pulling it over her head and throwing it to the floor as she began attacking her breasts with kisses.
"Mmm Britt baby." Santana said as she closed her eyes, biting her lip. Santana then unbuttoned Brittany's shirt and threw it to the floor. She pushed Brittany back down onto the bed but this time Brittany flipped them over so she was on top of Santana.
Brittany leaned down and began kissing Santana's lips as she ground her hips on top of her, making the throbbing become more and more unbearable. Santana placed her hands on Brittany's back and slipped them down until she reached her black lace bra. She undid it with ease and threw it on the floor next to their shirts.
Brittany did the same to Santana's red lace bra. Santana stared at her for a second. Suddenly Brittany lowered her head, drawing Santana's left nipple into her mouth and sucking, licking circles around it, and gently biting on it.
"Oh fuck that feels so good baby." Santana moans as Brittany moves over to her right breast, giving it the same amount of attention.
Santana's hands begin to wonder all over her half naked body, before settling on her breast. Brittany lets go of Santana's nipple with a 'pop' as she reconnected their lips.
The kiss was hot and full of lust and as Santana goes to massage her breast, Brittany moves her hips a little faster making both of them extremely wet.
"Damn I'm so fucking wet right now baby." Brittany moaned into her mouth.
"I want you so fucking bad right now." Santana mumbles against her lips.
Santana flipped them over so that she regained control, kissing Brittany's neck and searching for her most sensitive spot.
"OHHH SANTANA" Brittany moaned very loudly, and all Santana could think was "Yep, I've found it." She kept kissing and sucking on that spot, her hands moving down to her pants to unbutton them. Brittany moaned and couldn't help but thrust her hips forward as Santana's hand slid into her pants to feel how wet she was.
"Wow baby you are soaking wet." Santana says as she plays with her wetness, her mouth watering at the same time.
"I told you." Brittany said with a smile as she undid Santana's pants. Once Santana had removed her hand from Brittany's pants she knew she had to taste her, so she placed her fingers in her mouth and begin to suck on them, running her tongue across her index and middle finger and tasting every bit of Brittany's juices.
"Damn you taste so fucking good, I need more." Brittany placed her hand inside Santana's pants, then removing it, she placed her fingers in her mouth and sucked on them.
"You taste so good baby."
"Not as good as you." Santana pulled her into another kiss, when Brittany started kissing her neck, grinding her hips against Santana's throbbing core.
"Oh Brittany. Don't stop." Santana moaned loudly.
"Oh fuck I love you so much." Brittany muttered, and it was as if time stopped for a second, and not in a good way either. Brittany instantly raised up her hands to cover her mouth. The words just slipped out, before she had chance to stop herself.
'Fuck! Why did I just say that' Brittany thought to herself. Yes, she was in love with Santana, but she hadn't meant to tell her yet. Brittany let out a deep breath, she still hadn't even looked at Santana yet. The truth was she was too afraid to look at her.
Santana slightly pushed Brittany off of her, and Brittany instantly missed the warmth and closeness of being with Santana on that level of intimacy.
The tension in the room had changed in a blink of an eye. When Brittany got off of Santana and laid next to her, Santana looked at her once before getting out of the bed and searching for her clothes.
They could cut the tension with a knife, but it sure as hell wasn't sexual tension. Brittany tried to open her mouth to say something, but the words just wouldn't come out.
Santana found her clothes and was stepping out of the door, when Brittany realized what was happening. She quickly jumped out of the bed and ran over to Santana, grabbing her wrist to stop her from leaving.
"Santana" Brittany breathed out, her breathing still a little uneven from before.
Santana suddenly turned around so that they were only inches apart.
"What Brittany!" Santana asked, giving her a death-glare that could rival Quinn's. Brittany was bit scared if she was being honest, but she knew that Santana was in love with her too; no matter of if she knew it or even wanted to admit it. It was the truth, and they needed to figure that out.
"I'm sorry for saying that. It honesty just slipped out. I didn't mean to say it out loud. I'm not in anyway saying I'm sorry for saying it. I'm just simply saying I'm sorry for... the way I said it."
Brittany made sure to say that she wasn't apologizing for saying 'I love you.' She was merely apologizing for her lack of timing.
"Oh really? So you're not sorry for saying those words, but just for how you said them?" She yelled.
"Yes, I'm sorry for how I said it, I didn't mean to say it like that."
"So are you only apologizing for the fact that you said it right before we were going to have sex or that you said it a half an hour after you went on a date with your ex-fiancé?"
Santana reached closer to Brittany. Brittany blushed and looked down at her hands uncomfortably. She really didn't know how to answer that question. It just slipped out, but now that she said it out loud, she couldn't take it back. Now it was so painfully obvious that she was in love with Santana.
Her heart skipped a beat every time they touched, and Santana is so beautiful. And sexy. How could Brittany not fall in love with her? At first, she thought Santana's good looks were masked by her attitude, but she soon realized that Santana was actually a very kind person.
She was funny, caring, smart and so much more. Brittany was one hundred percent in love with her, and the way Santana was staring at her, she knew that Santana loved her too. Even though Santana was afraid to admit it.
If she wasn't in love with her, why did she react the way she did, when she told her about going on a date with Sam? Or why did she interrupt them when Sam kissed her?
Her stomach turned at the thought of Sam kissing her. She didn't want that to happen. But it all happened so fast and maybe it was just a way for her to find closure, to finally end that part of her life with him. She didn't want Sam back, she realized it now. She wondered why she hadn't seen it before.
If he would have just left her at the altar, it could maybe work out, but as much as Brittany tried to deny it, that wasn't the only thing. There was still a girl out there, pregnant with his baby. Probably scared out of her mind too. But that wasn't Brittany's problem anymore. It was Sam's and she didn't want anything to do with his problems anymore.
She wanted to try to be friends with him. That could work out right? Being friends with him? Suddenly she looked up, feeling Santana's angry gaze on her and it snapped her out of her trance.
"Santana, I love you. Does it really matter when or how I said it? I love you and –" Brittany tried.
"God, Brittany. What was the most important rule I gave you." The anger in Santana's voice never wavering.
Brittany thought about it, and then it came to her.
"Don't fall in love." She whispered quietly.
"Exactly, and you're telling me you love me."
"It's not like it's a choice, you know?" Brittany bit back. 'Why is Santana being like this? Can't she just say she loves her back and they could be happy together? Why does she need to complicate everything?' Brittany thought to herself.
"I gave you one god damn rule, and you failed to follow it!" Santana said, getting more angry. She turned around and started to walk out the door.
"Oh yeah? Well I'm not the only one who didn't follow the fucking rules. Or had you forgotten them yourself?" Santana stop turned around and glared at Brittany.
"What the fuck is that suppose to mean?" Santana hissed at Brittany.
"Don't play stupid with me Santana. You went on and on about how this is fake, when we get back to our room, there was to be no kissing. Just friends, remember? You did forget the rules, didn't you?"
"You not making any sense Brittany." The truth she was making perfect sense, but that damn ego of hers was preventing her from admitting the truth.
"Oh really? Because, if my memory serves me correct, and I believe it does, then why did you kiss me! I didn't start this whole thing here? You kissed me first tonight, if I remember correctly."
"It's a part of my job."
Brittany snorted. "We were alone, and you kissed, there wasn't anybody around. Not my parents, not my friends and not even Sam. Why did you decide to jump my bones and attack Sam, which was really rude by the way? " Santana bit down her lip. She knew that she had crossed the line as well.
She knew that she sometimes went to far, and that maybe she could take some of the responsibility, but once again Santana and her damn ego, refusing to admit the truth.
"It wasn't like you stopped me."
"What did you expect me to do? You're a sexy woman. What was I suppose to do... slap you, tell you not to kiss me?" Brittany said, mirroring the words Santana said in their first argument.
"Whatever, Brittany. The point is that I don't love you. I can't love you, so move the fuck on okay? Go back to Sam. I know you want him, and he wants you back, so really my job here is done."
"Cut the bullshit Santana. I know you want me. You know this and I know this, and I'm going to prove it to you right now." Brittany said as she walked closer to her. Their faces were only inches apart again, and Brittany wondered what would happen next.
"Don't hold your breath." Santana whispered back. Her breath reverbing between their lips.
"Tell me you don't want to kiss me as much as I want to kiss you. Tell me you don't love me and I'll stop. Tell me you don't want this. Tell me your heart isn't beating so fast right now. Tell me what I'm feeling right now is all in my head. If you can tell me that then I'll back off and I won't mention any of this ever again." Brittany inched even closer. Her eyes staring into Santana's dark ones, and she feels herself fall into them. Santana's eyes flash to her lips and Brittany smiles as she lays her right hand over Santana's heart and places Santana's hand over hers.
"Our heart beats are synchronized. Tell me you don't feel this Santana. I've never felt like this before. This has never happened, not even with Sam. This is rare. This kind of love doesn't exist anymore. Tell me you don't feel this Santana."
She was right, Santana did want to kiss her, and she felt everything Brittany was explaining, and everything she said was completely, 110%, correct. But she just couldn't say it. Santana's breath hitched as she tried to talk.
"I...I don't...I..." Santana stuttered.
"Having trouble talking San?" Brittany smirked. She loved how she was making her feel. Just as Brittany was about to kiss her, but Santana moved away from her.
"No... Just no!" Santana said, and before Brittany could say anything Santana was out of the door. Brittany sighed and walked over go her bed and laid down. She was sure that Santana wanted to kiss her, but something was holding her back.
Brittany didn't know what was going on with Santana, but she was going to find out. She was sure that Santana was going to be her girlfriend by the end of this trip.
"Santana will be my girlfriend." Brittany whispered.
Soon enough she fell in a deep slumber, replaying the whole night over and over in her head, and she could swear she felt Santana kissing all over her body again.
Brittany woke up the next day in an empty bed. For a moment she couldn't remember the fact that Santana had left yesterday, but then the whole night flashed before her eyes. Her date with Sam, Sam kissing her, Santana screaming at Sam, Santana and her kissing, and then Brittany saying the three magical words that didn't seem so magical to Santana.
Brittany rubbed over her temples. This whole situation was exhausting and complicated. She got out of bed and decided to take a shower. After
her shower, and cleaning the room a little, she went to eat breakfast.
She wanted to see Santana. Where did she sleep anyway? When she reached her parents house, she saw Santana eating breakfast with Quinn. So that's where Santana went last night.
Quinn looked up and her eyes met with Brittany's. In Quinn's eyes were a lot of questions and Brittany sighed. So not only was she going to have to figure this whole thing out, but, now she was going to have to explain it all to Quinn too. Fuck my life!
"Hi." Santana, who was sitting with her back to the blonde, refused to turn around.
"Hi, Brittany." Quinn said pointing to a chair, indicating that she should sit down.
"I'm going to take a shower, okay?" Santana said. As she stood up the same moment Brittany sat down.
'Is she really going to give me the silent treatment? Now she's being really childish.' Brittany thought to herself.
"Fine." Quinn huffed, clearly disappointed in Santana. Santana left, but she glanced over quickly at Brittany. But the moment their eyes met, she looked away again, and
Brittany sighed. This was going to be harder than she thought.
"So, you've got some explaining to do, Brittany." Quinn said. Brittany made herself a bowl of cereal and started eating.
"What do you want to know?" Brittany asked.
"How about everything? How was the date? What did Sam say? How did it end? And why didn't you tell me you were in love with Santana?" Quinn said a little too loud.
"Ssh, keep it down a little Quinn."
"Just explain it." Quinn said getting impatient.
"I don't really understand myself, Quinn. The date was okay, I guess. It was kind of awkward at the beginning. I didn't really know what to say. But after a while, if felt good to talk to him again. But then he was dropping me off in front of the house and before I knew it, he kissed me."
Quinn choked on her orange juice and started coughing.
"He KISSED you?" Quinn practically screamed and Brittany tried to shush her.
"Yes. I didn't know what was happening and suddenly he was kissing me."
"Did you want him to kiss you?"
"No, I guess not. But in a way, I'm kind of happy he did, because I finally got the closure that I needed to let him go. I can move on without feeling that he was the one that got away."
"Ran away is more like it."
"Quinn that's not funny."
"Okay, I'm sorry and I do get it, but what I don't get is how that all ends with you saying 'I love you' to Santana."
"When Sam kissed me, Santana saw it. She got really angry and pulled Sam away."
"Really?"
"Yes, and then she started screaming at Sam, and then she tried to punch him."
"Well, god damn." Quinn laughed.
"That's not funny, Quinn."
"Oh, it really is, Brittany. Santana fighting for you is pretty hilarious." Quinn smirked.
"Shut up. So anyway, he dodged it just in time and –"
"Aw that sucked. He deserved to be punched after cheating on you."
Brittany decided to ignore Quinn's interruptions.
"After he dodged it, Santana yelled at him. She said some pretty awful things actually. She then said that Sam should stay away from me and if she ever saw him near me again, she would kill him."
"The Santana-Lopez aka Snix was unleashed."
"You could say that. But anyway, Sam left and then Santana kissed me."
"She kissed you?" Quinn's mouth fell open.
"Yes, and then you know, one thing led to another and it just slipped out."
"The 'I love you' just slipped out?"
"I don't know, Quinn. Everything was happening so fast and it was hot ..."
"I don't need to know the details. But did you mean it? Do you really love her?"
"Yes, I really do." Quinn smiled.
"Good for you. I'm glad you're over Sam, but you do need to know some things about Santana."
"What do you mean?" Brittany asked curiously.
"Santana is kind of damaged. She doesn't do relationships." Brittany's shoulders slumped down.
"Why?"
"Once, I was at a party, and she ranted for an hour about how she didn't need anyone. That she was a strong woman who didn't need another woman in her life. That she was perfectly happy single, and that she really didn't want to change that."
"She was drunk. I'm sure she didn't mean that."
"I don't know Brittany. She's been single for so long now. And she does sleep around a lot, I heard that too. I just don't want you to see hurt again. Santana can get very defensive and distant. I just thought you would want to know that." Quinn placed her hand on top of Brittany's, trying to console her. Brittany shook her head no. She was different. But was she really? What if Santana really didn't want her? Had she made this whole thing up in her head?
Well, there was only one way to find out. Make Santana fall in love with her. Or at least acknowledge that she's already in love with her. Quinn decided to drop the subject, since everything that had to be said, was said.
"Oh, and today is the fitting for the bridesmaids. Kitty decided to get all of us the same dress. So we'll go dress shopping this afternoon. Kitty said she already has found dresses and we need to get our sizes."
"Okay cool."
"We'll leave at 2 o' clock, so be ready."
"Okay." Quinn left and Brittany washed her bowl.
"Hey Britt. Haven't seen too much of you ever since I arrived." Brittany saw Marley entering the kitchen.
"Hey Marley. Sorry, I just have been swamped with Santana and Sam and this wedding."
"No problem." Marley came closer and hugged the blonde.
"I've really missed you, Britt."
"Yeah me too."
"So tell me, how is Santana?" Marley asked. Brittany sighed. She hoped that Marley wouldn't ask that. Marley always saw right through her lies.
"Good. Have you met anyone yet?" Brittany tried to change the subject and it worked. Marley then talked for about a half an hour about this guy Jake that she met at some bar. He was a bartender there and they have been going out for a couple of weeks now.
She wanted to ask him to come to the wedding, but apparently, the bartending job didn't make such good money, so he couldn't afford it. After that they talked some more about their friends, the wedding and luckily not about Santana.
Before they knew it, it was 1:45 and they were supposed to go dress fitting. They walked to the car, already seeing Kitty, Tina, Quinn, Rachel and Mercedes standing in front of it.
Only Santana seemed to be missing. Finally, arriving just in time, they stepped into the two jeeps. Kitty, Rachel, Tina and Mercedes in one car, and Brittany, Quinn, Marley and Santana in the other one. Brittany was happy that she wasn't in the car with Kitty.
The closer they were to the wedding, the more bitchier she got. Everything seemed to be wrong and she would whine about pretty much everything.
Brittany was sure that this afternoon wouldn't be any different. Quinn was driving them and Marley was in the front seat. Santana silently sighed and sat next to Brittany into the backseat.
"Hey." Brittany tried.
"Hey." Santana answered.
"You were kind of ignoring me this morning? Something wrong?"
Santana rolled her eyes.
"Other then fact that you can't seem to follow the one rule I told you not to break, we're good." Santana said sarcastically.
"Whatever. You didn't follow your own rules, so why should I?" Brittany placed her hands on Santana's bare thigh. She was wearing jeans shorts and a tank top that showed quite a lot if cleavage, and frankly, Brittany couldn't stop but stare.
Brittany started slowly trailing her fingers up and down Santana's thigh, loving the softness of her skin. When Santana didn't say anything, she continue to play her little game.
"Stop it." Santana hissed under her breath.
"Why? We're in public, Santana, remember? I'm just following your rules." Brittany whispered in Santana's ear. Brittany's fingers trailed up higher and Santana's breath hitched.
Brittany knew she was driving Santana crazy. After all, she must have been seriously sexually frustrated after last night.
"Just admit that you want me. You know you love this." Brittany whispered slowly.
"We're here." Quinn said and Brittany retracted her hand. Santana got away easy there.
They walked into a big wedding dress store.
Brittany couldn't stop staring at the wedding dresses in the store. Her heart ached a little, thinking about the perfect wedding dress in her closet, still waiting to be used. Brittany's wedding dress was perfect it was strapless, long and white with a red ribbon in the middle. It was absolutely beautiful.
Kitty screamed at the woman in the shop about the dresses not being ready yet, bringing Brittany back to reality.
After 20 minutes of waiting, and trying to keep Kitty from killing the storeowner, she handed every girl the same short red dress. So they were really all wearing the same dresses? This was ridiculous. But whatever, it was Kitty's wedding, and she can act crazy if she wants.
"Go try them on now please, and if it's not the right size, then come change it." All of the girls hurried to the changing rooms because Kitty was giving them all a death glare. Brittany wanted to step into a changing room, but then an idea occurred to her. She walked into Santana's changing room.
"Hey Britt, may I have a little privacy here?" Santana looked shocked. Her dress still in her hand.
"I'm not afraid to undress in front of you. Hell I did it last night remember." Brittany said and she lifter her top so her bra was revealed. Santana gasped.
"Brittany." She whispered.
"What? It's not like you haven't seen them before, you in fact licking and sucking on them last night remember?" Brittany came closer and whispered that last part in her ear.
Santana tried to distance her, but the changing room was too small. She ended up bumping her back against the wall and then cursing. Brittany snickered.
Santana kept trying to look anywhere other than at Brittany's boobs. Then Brittany unhooked her bra letting it fall to the floor, pulling her shorts downs next and stepping out of them.
She was wearing a black lace combination. She spotted how Santana's eyes would shift to her thighs, and then to her boobs and then her ass, but only for a split second before looking away; getting hot and bothered.
"You can watch if you want to. I really don't mind." Brittany whispered slowly trying to get Santana's attention.
Santana looked up for a second before dropping her gaze again. Brittany sighed. This wasn't working. Santana was too damn stubborn. She grabbed the dress and stepped into it. It closed at the back so Brittany turned her body to Santana.
"Could you zip me up please?" Brittany asked.
Santana swallowed hard.
"Sure." She whispered slowly and Brittany could hear the lust in her voice. Santana stepped in closer and took in a deep breath. Brittany gasped when Santana's cold fingers touched her bare back, heating it up instantly.
The touch seemed to be magic and sent an electric charge throughout Brittany's entire body. Santana then slowly lifted up the zipper until the top. She stepped in a little closer when she finished and whispered slowly.
"All done." Brittany bit her lip to stop her from jumping Santana's bones right then and there. She wanted to keep in control.
She wanted to make Santana crazy and not the other way around, and she knew that if she stayed there any longer, she would have zero self-control.
Not trusting her voice anymore, she merely nodded and left the changing room. When she closed the curtain behind her, she heard Santana sigh loudly. Brittany smiled and walked off to join the others in the front of the store.
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