Hi again. Only two chapters left. I can't believe it went so fast. I want to thank everyone who keeps reading/following/reviewing etc. It really means a lot. :) After this chapter, there will be an epilogue so if you're still interested, check your mail for that one. I hope you enjoy the chapter. :)
Brittany woke up next to the still sleeping Santana. Her face was half covered with her long-black hair. She looked peaceful, her breath even and regular. The blankets of the bed covered up her naked body. Brittany couldn't help but smile at the thought of last night. It was perfect. She knew that they took their time to seal the deal, but it was totally worth it. Images of Santana of last night flashed in front of the blonde's eyes.
Her eyes shifted again to the sleeping person next to her. Brittany trailed her fingers to place Santana's hair behind her ear. She then stared at Santana's beautiful face. She mesmerized her, in more than one way. Her beautiful hair that seemed endless. Her olive-like skin that looked amazing. Brittany felt sad that Santana was still sleeping, because that means that she couldn't stare into those gorgeous eyes. But then again, staring at Santana had soon become one of her most favorite thing to do.
She just seemed peaceful. She finally seemed at rest, without a worry. Brittany always felt like the brunette always seemed worried. And when she was sleeping, she didn't need to worry, because everything was right where it's supposed to be. Brittany lay right next to Santana after an amazing night Brittany was sure the both of them would never forget.
Brittany placed a feather-light kiss on Santana's lips, hoping that she wouldn't wake up. She just couldn't help herself. Her lips looked amazing. She had to stop herself from actually lifting up the blanket so that she could check out her body. But that would be quite pervy now, wouldn't it? Suddenly, the breathing of Santana changed. But her eyes were still shut tight.
"I know you are awake, San." Brittany laughed.
Santana quickly opened her eyes, a small smile around her lips. "Damn." She laughed. "I hoped that you would give me another kiss like before."
Brittany gulped. So she really was awake for a while. Oh well. "No, you're busted now. Don't expect a sweet morning kiss from me now, missy." Brittany laughed.
Santana on the other hand started pouting. "Oh man. I was really hoping for some sweet lady kisses before breakfast and seeing all the people from the wedding and hearing all those stories. And all that without even a morning kiss? That's going to be tough, Britt." Santana smiled.
Brittany grunted. "Fine. If you really insist."
Brittany leaned in slowly, wanting to enjoy every single second before they leant in. Santana's eyes were wide-open, staring back into blue ones. Her eyes still full of sleep, but somehow, even though it was still early, already filled with such a beautiful intense look where Brittany couldn't manage to look away from.
She leaned in until their lips were an inch apart. They could feel the breath of both of them reverb between their lips. Brittany stared right into Santana's eyes. Both of them didn't want to be the first one to end their little game that they had just started. Who could hold on the longest without the temptation of leaning in?
But the eye contact was too intense for Santana and she leaned in first, quickly closing her eyes in the process of their lips touching. The kiss started off slow, but Santana quickly deepened it, rolling Brittany over and straddled her. At that exact moment, Brittany's stomach decided to make a dying-whale sound. Oh shit.
Okay, Brittany was starving but really? Was there no better time for her stomach to make clear that she was hungry. Santana laughed loud.
"Let's get some food in you, won't we?" Santana rolled off Brittany and she sighed loud. Damn her stomach. She wasn't going to say no to morning sex but her stomach had to get in the way.
"I'd rather have something else inside of me." Brittany grunted silently.
Santana laughed. Damn, she hoped that she wouldn't have heard that.
"Good one, Britt. But your stomach doesn't seem to agree, so we'll just have some breakfast." Santana said.
Brittany quickly rolled over the bed and grabbed Santana's wrist before she slipped into the bathroom.
Santana spun around. "What is it, Britt?"
"I just wanted to say thank you for last night. It was amazing and I-"
Santana quickly stopped Brittany's rambling with her lips. "You don't have to thank me, you dummy. Yesterday was amazing for me too. Now let's get some breakfast before your stomach growls even more." Santana laughed.
They quickly got dressed before leaving to get some breakfast. On the way towards the house, they held hands. On the way, they came across Puck, who was still wearing his suit from last night.
"Hi, Puck." Brittany greeted him happily.
He quickly covered his ears up with his hands. "Ssh, not so loud." He whispered.
"Did you have a good night?!" Santana screamed into Puck's ear.
He ducked away, his face in terror. "I'm still hung over, you bitch. So you might want to shut down, okay?" Puck whispered.
"How was last night anyway? It seems like a heavy-drinking night." Brittany asked, keeping her voice a little more down.
"Amazing, y'all. Desperate women everywhere." Puck waved his hands around.
"So, how many women did you get crazy enough to go home with you?" Santana laughed.
"Look, San. I kissed maybe five chicks, but the Puck-a-saurus only took one amazing lady to his mansion."
"So your room?" Santana interrupted.
"Yes, it was an amazing night but unfortunately, I had to kick the girl out in the morning. It was a good night, but no girl can tame Noah Puckerman. Plus she climbed out of the window before I woke up."
"Oh, the famous walk of shame. Been there, done that." Santana laughed and she bumped her fist against Puck's.
"Alright ladies, this was a pleasure to catch up, but I need to get over this insane hangover, so I'll just go to McDonalds and get the greasiest burger that they sell." Puck said. He walked off.
"Drink a lot of water, bro." Santana called after him, but Puck was already gone.
"He looked like shit." Brittany laughed. It was true. He did look like shit.
"But at least he managed to get some random girl into his bed. Thank God it wasn't Rachel." Santana said.
"That would have been hilarious though." Brittany laughed.
"It actually would. I like those two together." Santana concluded.
They walked further to the houses. At the breakfast table, Quinn and Rachel were already sitting, slumped over their bowl of cereal. Quinn looked amazing as usual, but the same couldn't be said of one Rachel Berry. She wore a huge pair of sunglasses and next to her bowl of cereal; there was a bottle of aspirin.
"Hi." Brittany opened. Quinn simply smiled back, but Rachel didn't even glance over at the couple.
"So, I bet you had a pretty heavy night too, Rachel?"
Rachel sighed loud. "I had a plan, you know. I was not going to get drunk but then Puck came along. He said that it was free bar so we had to drink. He brought me more shots than I dare to admit. And you will never guess who I saw at the wedding?"
Brittany shrugged. "Who was it?"
"The guy from Kitty's bachelorette party." Rachel looked down in shame.
"Wait what? That guy that you-" Santana started.
"Yes, I threw up on his shoes. That guy."
Santana let out a loud laugh, quickly followed by Brittany and Quinn.
"What did he say?"
"Apparently, he is a waiter at that hotel. I saw him when they brought over the main course, and I tried to hide in the bathroom. But he saw me slip into the bathroom and waited outside for me to come out."
"What did he say? Does he remember you throwing up on his shoes?" Quinn laughed.
Rachel nodded. "I'm afraid he does. I came out of the bathroom and he asked me if I was the girl that kissed him and then seconds later threw up all over his new shoes. I tried to deny it, but he saw right through my lies. After that, I apologized using a ten-minute monologue, until he said that he needed to get back to work."
"So was that it?" Brittany asked.
Rachel shook her head no. "At midnight, he was done for the night. But by that time, Puck had given me so much shots that it ended in me being drunk, again. He must have thought I went through my life drunk the entire time. But anyway, I wasn't as drunk as the last time. He came up to me and asked if I wanted to take a walk."
"Did you do it?"
Rachel smiled. "Yes, I did. And it was amazing. His name is Jesse St. James. He knows a lot about Broadway. Not as much as myself of course, but still pretty much. He sang a song for me, and his voice is amazing. We talked all night."
"Did you or did you not have sex, Berry?" Santana cocked her eyebrow.
Rachel snorted. "One, none of your business, Santana. It's not because your mind only can think about sex that I do not have other things to think about. Jesse and I had a connection, but it was a connection of the mind. Our minds that are now connected by our mutual love of Broadway and other important people like Barbra and Celine Dion. And that is a connection that I'm sure you will never experience in your life, which is a shame because it was amazing. Secondly, it still is none of your business."
"They had sex." Quinn said.
Santana laughed loud. "Oh, Berry. I didn't pick you for the girl to give it away on the first date, but I guess I haven't had such a real connection, so what do I know?" Santana grinned.
Rachel slapped Quinn on her arm. "Why did you have to tell?"
Quinn shrugged. "It was just too good to keep, Rachel. You slept with the guy that you totally threw up on. That's a good story, you have to admit."
"It is an amazing story, Rachel." Brittany laughed.
"Who knew Berry would give her berries away so easily?" Santana smirked.
Everyone burst into laughter except Rachel, who crossed her arms in front of her chest, giving Santana death-glares.
"Are you done?" Rachel snorted.
"Fine." Santana shrugged and she grabbed two bowls for the cereal.
Quinn and Rachel soon left, having to pack their bags. Their plane was leaving tonight and Brittany remembered that they had to pack their bags too. She didn't want to leave this gorgeous place to go back to her every-day-job at the same city. She wanted to stay here, in this sunny Hawaii forever. Was that really too much to ask?
When they finished breakfast they saw Mercedes and Marley.
"Hi!" Marley said happily, clearly not hung over.
"Hey, did you enjoy last night?" Brittany asked.
"Yeah, the ceremony was beautiful and it was just a perfect wedding. It sucks that we need to leave today. I wouldn't say no to a lazy day in the sun."
"Our plane doesn't leave until nine o' clock. If we pack our bags fast, we can still get some hours in the sun, right?" Brittany said optimistically.
"Sounds good. We'll go pack our bags right now. See you in an hour at the beach?" Marley said.
"Okay." Santana said.
Marley and Mercedes left together. Brittany grabbed Santana's hand. She pulled her along to the houses. "Let's go pack our bags."
Santana grunted loud. "I hate packing my bags. I hate it."
"Well, aren't we quite grumpy?" Brittany poked Santana in her stomach.
Santana let out a small chuckle. "Look, I just hate packing. I hate folding my clothes and putting them into my stupid bag. Because no matter what I do, they never fit. And I don't understand, because they fit when I first got here. But whatever I now try, they won't fit. So yeah, I hate packing."
"Are you sure you're not nervous about the fact that tonight you'll have to take a plane?" Brittany said.
She thought back about their first flight together. Santana had freaked out then. It was cute that she grabbed her hand then, totally scared. And she knew that Santana was nervous about flying again. Ever since Marley reminded her about the flight tonight, her face fell.
Santana grunted. "I hate flying."
Brittany grabbed Santana's hand and she gave a small squeeze. "I know, baby. But it will be okay. I will be there, remember? And I'll even offer up my hand so you can totally squeeze it until you're not scared anymore, okay? You can totally squeeze it shut like the last time, okay? My hand hurt for days after that, did you know that." Brittany said.
Santana's eyes met with hers. She gave her a small smile. "No, I did not know that. Thanks, Britt."
"Now, let's go packing."
Back inside their room, Santana plopped down onto the bed. Was she really not going to pack her bags? They were leaving in a couple of hours and Brittany was sure as hell that she wasn't going to make Santana's bags for her.
"Shouldn't you pack?" Brittany asked, making sure her voice didn't sound too annoyed, which she was, after the fact that Santana still hadn't moved from the bed after about ten minutes.
Santana grunted. "Is there no way that you could make my bags for me?"
Brittany laughed. She knew that this was going to happen. Santana was lazy. "No, San. You'll have to do it yourself, you lazy."
Santana sighed loud. "Can we at least play a game or something, I'm bored."
Brittany shrugged. "Fine, I guess."
"The game is called can-you-please-dance-for-me, Brittany?"
Brittany spun around to stare at Santana who had a smirk around her lips.
"What, why?" Brittany asked shyly. Yes, she loved to dance. It was one of the biggest passions she ever had, but she was quite shy to show Santana her skills. What if she expected way too much from her and she ended up disappointed? What if Santana thinks she sucks? No, Brittany wasn't looking forward to dancing for Santana.
"Britt, I can't say I'm not curious. Ever since you told me that you were a dancer, I wanted to see it okay? I bet you're amazing at it, and it's selfish that you haven't even given me a glance of your talent."
Brittany snorted. "I'm being selfish by not dancing to you? That sounds ridiculous, San. It's a lame trick and it won't get me to dance."
Santana rolled her eyes. "Please dance for me, Brittany? I bet you look totally amazing when you dance. I've seen you club dancing and that was already amazing. So now, I really need to see you dance for real. Please? I just want you to share this passion, that obviously means a lot to you with your girlfriend. That's all. And I really want to see you dancing? Please?" Santana pouted one last time.
Brittany sighed. "Okay, that seems fair. You did sing for me. Twice. So I'll dance for you. But you have to pack your bags right now, or we won't even have time to dance."
Santana sighed but got upright and started actually packing her bags. Brittany smiled proudly. She knew that she should dance for Santana, but at least she got her to pack her damn bags.
After about an hour, they were finally finished and were now full on making out on the bed. Somehow, Santana was topping her and roaming her hands all across her body. Brittany moaned loud into Santana's mouth and she could feel her smile into her mouth, loving how she was making the girl under her feel.
They were both still wearing all their clothes and Santana quickly pulled her own sweater over her head. It revealed her grey top that she was wearing under the sweater. The top was tight and low cut, revealing the brunette's bosom. Brittany's mouth fell open at the sight of Santana's breast being pushed up like that. She unconsciously licked her lips, before looking up and staring into Santana's eyes, which were full of lust again.
"Have I mentioned how amazing your boobs are?" Brittany mumbled.
Santana smiled and lifted up her top, over her head, revealing her red bra. Brittany's breath hitched in her throat at this sight. Santana however didn't give her much time to stare. She grabbed the hem of Brittany's t-shirt and pulled it over her head. She had mumbled something that sounded a lot like too fucking much clothes here.
After pulling the blonde's t-shirt over her head, revealing the white bra she was wearing, she started a kissing attack on her neck. She would occasionally change her kisses into sucking her skin into love bites, which made Brittany moan. Yes, she would probably have to use a lot of concealer to hide them, but she couldn't care less at this moment. She could feel the heat in her center grow every second and her underwear was already sticking to her.
Santana's lips and tongue travelled more southward and she unbuckled the bra that Brittany was wearing. The bra was then thrown into the corner, not giving much attention to anymore after that. Santana's lips covered the blonde's nipple that was already erect. Brittany couldn't stop her hips from bucking into Santana's hips. She moaned loud.
"Please, baby." She moaned. She was already so wet down there, and she needed Santana to do something about it. Preferably with her tongue or her magical fingers.
Santana luckily understood just what she meant and she hooked her thumbs into the hooks of her shorts. She unbuttoned them and pulled them quickly down. Brittany then quickly kicked them off. Santana started kissing the insides of the blonde's thighs. She then hooked her thumbs into Brittany's underwear, pulling them down in a slow and almost torturing way.
"Hurry the fuck up, San." Brittany whined. The teasing was making her go crazy.
She let out a long moan when she finally felt Santana's fingers between her wet folds.
"How did you get so wet?" Santana said, while her fingers were teasing around the blonde's entrance.
She could feel that the blonde was already ready for her, so she didn't waste anymore time and she plunged two fingers in. Brittany gasped at the contact. Santana's thumb started making circles around her clit and with every plunge of Santana's fingers; she could feel herself inching closer to her edge. Santana's face was only a couple of inches apart, their eye contact intense. Brittany knew that she was close. She wanted to shut her eyes and let the orgasm wave over her, but she didn't want to break the amazing eye contact. They weren't having sex. They were making love. Santana plunged in one more time and Brittany's eyes rolled to the back of her head.
"Saaaaan-" She moaned out while the orgasm waved over her. She could feel her legs trembling as Santana slowly pulled out her fingers. She could see her own wetness on them.
After regaining her breath, she quickly topped Santana, undid her final clothes and licked her out until her girlfriend reached her climax. It had soon become one of her favorite things to look at Santana having an orgasm. They had shared the same intense eye contact then they did with Brittany's eye contact. Now Santana was coming down from her high, regaining her breath. Brittany had plopped her head into the pillow next to Santana.
"You are pretty amazing at that, you know?" Santana laughed.
Brittany snorted. "Are you seriously congratulating me at my amazing skills of giving you an orgasm?"
"In fact I am. You are amazing at that. I would share your talent with the world if I didn't want you all to myself." Santana kissed the other girl softly on her lips.
"Do you still want to go tanning?" Brittany asked after a short silence.
"Can we just lie here for a while? I actually like this. It's peaceful and there isn't anywhere else I would want to be right now. So can we just stay here for a while?" Santana asked quietly.
Brittany couldn't stop herself from smiling. "That sounds perfect."
Brittany placed her head into the crook of the brunette's neck and snuggled there. And they laid there, for what felt like hours, but neither of them wanted to leave.
"Britt." Santana first broke the silence.
"Yeah?" Brittany asked.
"I don't want to ruin this moment, but shouldn't we get dinner or something? Our plane is leaving in a couple of hours."
Brittany sighed. She hated it, but Santana was right. They had to leave their perfect cocoon. She reluctantly got up and started searching for her underwear. She found her panties, but they were still soaked from before and she didn't want to wear them again, so she searched in her bag for a new pair. She quickly got dressed and soon, they headed out.
They got dinner with the whole group, including the parents. The biggest conversation topic was of course the wedding and the marriage of Kitty and Ryder. Would it last or would it end in a divorce? Brittany actually had faith in the both of them that they could work it out. Brittany's parents were then whining about how they never heard about her during the year. She was asked to call more and even visit more. Luckily, Santana swooped in and promised her parents that they would visit soon.
Unfortunately, they had to leave for the airport.
Brittany's mom opened her arms for her daughter. Brittany smiled before placing herself between the arms. She was taller than her mom.
"Call me, Brittany, please." Her mom whined when she pulled away.
"Yes mom. I will call you, I promise. I'll call you as soon as we land."
Susan snorted. "You better, Britt."
"When does your plane leave anyway?" Brittany asked her mom.
"In two days. Your dad is already going crazy and started packing already. I tried to reason with him and tell him that we still have time to do it. But you know your dad just as much as I do. Once he gets his mind to something, there's absolutely no way to stop him." Susan laughed.
Brittany simply nodded. She saw her dad arriving in the corner of her eye.
"Hey baby-girl." He smiled at her, his arms wide.
She placed her head against her dad's chest. She inhaled his scent, which was always one of her favorite parts about her dad. It smelled like home.
She reluctantly pulled back from his arms and stared into his own eyes, that resembled her own.
"Have a good flight, Brittany." He kissed her on the top of her head.
Brittany simply smiled. She saw in the corner of her eye that Santana was hugging her mom. Her mom really seemed to like Santana. Not that she ever not liked any of Brittany's ex-girlfriends, but she was still happy that she liked Santana. She had approved her. And so did her dad. Brittany's dad thought that Santana was hilarious. So that was a good thing.
"Thank you so much for inviting me here. I had a really good time." Santana said to Brittany's dad.
"You don't have to thank me, honey. We had a really good time too. Thank you for joining us." He opened up his arms for her to hug him. Santana had once told her that she didn't like to hug people she didn't know too well, but she didn't pull away.
"San, we really need to leave now." Brittany said. The cars were waiting for them to leave.
"Call me." Susan called after them.
They got into the cars and they drove up to the airport. Brittany glanced over one more time at the houses. She grabbed Santana's hand.
"I'm going to miss this place." She sighed.
"Yeah me too. It is going to suck to be back at home and worse, at work." Santana whined.
"At least we will be together, right?" Brittany questioned.
"Of course." Santana leaned over and kissed the blonde.
"Woah, no making out, you two." Quinn, who was driving, said.
Santana grunted loud. "Fine."
"I don't want to look at you two sticking each other's tongues down your throats, okay? Save that for the bedroom."
They drove to the airport in silence. Kitty's dad drove the car back after saying goodbye to them. They bought some magazines and they were now waiting for boarding. Santana looked paler than ever and she kept tapping her foot.
"Would you please relax? It is going to be fine."
"I have seen to many movies about planes crashing down to believe you right now, okay?" Santana grunted.
"You do know that a plane is safer than any other way to transport right? It's safer than driving your car to the store."
Santana glared at her. "I still don't trust it."
Brittany shrugged. "I tried."
After that, Santana made it pretty obvious that she was way too nervous to hold a proper conversation so Brittany talked to Quinn. She then talked to Rachel, but got quickly annoyed and said she needed to go to the bathroom to escape Rachel. When she got back, boarding had started and she grabbed Santana's hand again to support her.
All the seats were far apart so Brittany could only talk to Santana. She mushed her hand to smaller pieces at the take off, but after that Santana seemed to calm down. Soon enough, Brittany slipped into a deep sleep. She woke up and they only had to fly a couple hours more. Before Brittany knew it, she had to buckle up and the plane was ready to land back in Chicago.
Santana was sleeping next to her and Brittany slowly buckled her belt so she wouldn't wake up. That way, she couldn't freak out about the fact that they were landing.
Just when the airplane touched the ground, Santana jumped upright, awake.
"Are we already on the ground?" She stared at Brittany.
"Yes." She smiled at the brunette next to her with a wide smile.
"Thank god." Santana sighed.
After leaving the plane, they got their bags and started walking towards the cabs. They said goodbye to their friends and stepped into the cab. The first stop was Brittany's apartment. The taxi pulled over
"So-" Santana started.
Brittany glanced over at Santana. What point was she getting at?
"Yes?"
Santana stared at the ground. "Well, we are back. And my services were well - satisfactory, I guess. So about the payment –" Santana started.
Brittany stared at Santana. Was she really started about the money? Oh my god. She didn't even know that the whole deal was still on?
"I-" Brittany said.
Santana started laughing loud. "I am totally one hundredth percent kidding, Brittany. You don't own me any money, not now, not ever."
"But I can pay you. I mean, you did do your job and I – "
"Shut up, okay. I was kidding. You don't ever have to pay me for those amazing two weeks. Because you can't put a price on this." Santana motioned her hands between the two of them.
"That's really sweet, San."
She simply shrugged. "Look, I'm sorry I was kidding about that whole thing. I shouldn't have."
"I don't really care. It happened. I hired you to be my fake girlfriend but somehow you turned out to become my real girlfriend. And I for one couldn't be happier." Brittany smiled wide.
"I love you." Santana sighed. Her eyes went wide when she released what words had just slipped out of her own mouth.
"I-" Santana started to crawl back.
Brittany couldn't hide her smile anymore.
"I love you too." Brittany said and she captured Santana lips in between hers.
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