Hope everyone had a great December 25th! However you chose to spend it :)
Brittany and Santana were just finishing up lunch when Brittany's phone went off. Both girls stiffened when the screen read, 'SAM'.
"Hey, Sam." Brittany answered, trying to sound as casual as possible.
"Hey Britt. I just got out of church and thought I'd stop by to see my favorite girl."
That one stung a bit, knowing what she was going to have to do when he got there.
"Yeah, that sounds good. I actually have some exciting news for you when you get here." She said as Santana pinched at her wrist.
Brittany shrugged her arm away and smiled into the phone until Sam was telling her that he'd be there soon. When she finally hung up Santana was giving her a stern look.
"Britt. You told him the news is exciting?"
"Well yeah, I can have exciting news and bad news at the same time. I just left out the bad news part." Brittany said as she popped the last of her sandwich in her mouth.
"What's the exciting part?" Santana asked.
"Sugar told me the other day that she had a huge crush on him. She even tried to pay me a thousand dollars to break up with him. So not only will I be able to kiss your sweet lady lips with out feeling guilty after his visit but I'll also be…" Brittany's sentence drifted off as she typed away at her phone. It chimed back at her and lit up her smile even more. "…a thousand dollars richer." She finished.
Santana leaned over to make sure Brittany actually just did what she thought she did and sure enough there was a text conversation between Sugar and Brittany on the screen.
"you were right. I cant refuse ur offer any longer. Sam will be all urs by the end of the day."
Sugars response:
"There will be an envelope of unmarked bills in your mailbox tomorrow."
"Oh my god." Santana groaned. "Did you do this all for a thousand dollars?" Her eyes wide and mouth hung open.
"What? No! Of course not. I just thought… you're always so sneaky and I thought we could have a fancy dinner, but I'll tell her I don't want the money if—" She finally saw a smirk crawl up Santana's features and she stopped talking as she tilted her head to the side and narrowed her eyes. "So sneaky." She said when she found her own smile as well.
"Come on Britts you know I'm down with taking money from Miss Priss anyday." Santana tossed her hair behind her shoulder, mocking Sugar. "Just maybe you shouldn't tell Sam all that."
"You don't think he'll be happy to know that he helped make me a thousandaire?"
"I don't know. Would you be happy about that if you were in his shoes?"
"I don't think being in shoes that are way too big for me would make me be happy about anything." Brittany was deflecting and not doing a great job of it. "Buuut. I think I would be happy about someone liking me enough to pay a thousand dollars to be with me?"
"I'd pay a million dollars to be with you, Britt." Santana said with a sweet smile.
"Really?" Brittany's eyebrows quirked up. "Only a million?"
Santana's eyes went wide again before she lunged at the blonde, threatening her with more pinches. Brittany yelped and moved away from Santana's hand. When the nurse came in and shushed them rather loudly herself, Brittany hung her head low, while Santana spat at her that it was about time she check Britt's catheter.
When the nurse left with a grumble after changing out Brittany's fluids, the girls shared a laugh and thought of things that would be good to spend Sugar's money on. (Brittany was embarrassed at first about the whole piss in a bag thing, but Santana made sure to let her know that it didn't bother her one bit after her dad made her do a stint in the children's ward last summer.)
There was a knock at the door and Sam's voice announcing himself before he entered.
Santana looked at Brittany and took in her worry. Now that he was actually here Brittany wasn't sure how to act. Should she just break up with him right away or pretend like nothing is wrong until the moment felt right? He was leaning down to give her a kiss when she blurted out something before he had a chance to go in for the kill.
"Sugar paid me a thousand dollars to break up with you." It was louder than she intended and his face quirked into confusion, but he did stop mid lean and stood back straight.
"Is this a joke?" Sam asked, searching Brittany's face and then looking to Santana.
"Well…I'm gonna go outside." Santana said awkwardly as she stood up and left. She threw one last look over her shoulder and caught Brittany's nervous eyes. It almost made her want to stay and hold Brittany's hands while she broke up with Sam, but Brittany needed to do this on her own without the pressure of Santana's presence. That way Santana would know for sure this is what she still wanted.
The door shut and snapped Brittany's eyes back to Sam who was still waiting for her to explain what she had just told him.
"Sam…"
"Are you breaking up with me?" He asked as if he already knew the answer.
"I'm sorry." She said as an apologetic confirmation.
"You don't have to say you're sorry. Santana's back, I get it." He said. Always the gentleman.
"Okay, I'm not sorry for breaking up with you. But I am sorry for blurting it out the way I did and I'm sorry for hurting your feelings."
Sam walked over to the other side of the bed and took Santana's seat with a huff, playing with his hands as he thought.
"You know, I heard you yesterday…before I came in, when you were telling Santana why you asked her to stay instead of me."
"You weren't meant to hear that."
"I know. You were right though. Santana knows how to take care of you. I know you two love each other and I think I always knew you two would get back together. It's in the way you look at each other." Sam looked up to Brittany and saw that look in her eye again. "That look." He pointed out.
"I love her." Brittany stated.
"I know and she loves you too. But about what you said, about her taking care of you, just remember that you know how to take care of her too. I think she needs you as much as you need her, probably more. Don't let her forget that either, if she ever decides to leave again."
Brittany took a moment to digest that.
"Thank you, Sam." She finally said.
It was nice for someone to notice that it wasn't all Santana correcting Brittany when she was wrong, or helping her with things she didn't understand. Because Santana did need Brittany in ways that most people wouldn't understand.
"So was the Sugar thing the exciting news?" Sam asked with a half smile after neither of them had spoken for a few seconds.
Brittany nodded sheepishly.
"Did she really pay you a thousand dollars to break up with me?"
"Yeah. I mean not yet, I can tell her not too if that will make you feel better, or I can give it to you. That will probably help out with your family and stuff." Brittany still felt horrible about telling him Sugar's bribery as soon as he walked in.
"No, It's okay. You keep it. Maybe you can buy yourself a cool wheelchair or something. Or a robot that gets everything you need since you can't really walk."
Brittany had almost forgotten that she was in a hospital with a broken leg before he brought it up. With everything going on with Santana she didn't have time to think about how miserable she was going to be for the next few weeks.
"Yeah, maybe." She said half-heartedly. Silently wondering if she could find a secret potion for a thousand dollars that would heal her before the next Cheerio competition.
"Well I guess I'm gonna go. Maybe I'll give Sugar a call." Sam said as he sat up. He leaned in and gave Brittany a hug, telling her he was honored to have been called her boyfriend while it lasted.
She smiled and asked him if he could let Santana know she could come back in.
When he walked out he expected to see Santana outside the door, ready to let him have it about dating her girl. He could already picture her smirk at having won Brittany back, but she wasn't there. He looked around the waiting room, and still no Santana.
He finally spotted her in the parking lot, on her phone.
"Yes Coach, I understand. Do what you have to do." He heard Santana say as she hit the end call button.
She didn't look happy and looked even more upset when she turned around to see him.
"Sam." It wasn't a question, it actually sounded more like an accusation.
"I have to go, Brittany wants you back up there."
"Okay?" She said slowly, still unsure if Brittany had gone through with the break up. Sam didn't look nearly as upset as he should be after having the most amazing girl in the world break up with him.
He didn't say anything, instead just walked past her towards his car. Santana stared after him until she realized that was it. She would have to find out from Brittany what happened. She was just about to walk through the doors when a hand stopped her.
She turned around and was face to face with Sam. She stiffened when he gave her a hug and spoke into her shoulder. "It's good to have you back Santana. Take care of her, she loves you so much."
Santana finally relaxed and hugged him back. "I'll always take care of her. I love her too."
He leaned back and gave her a genuine smile. When he was still gripping her shoulders Santana started feeling a little uncomfortable. She wasn't trying to have a heart to heart stare down with Sam right now. "Alright, enough with the lovey dovey shit. Get of off me."
Sam laughed and gave her a final pat on the back before letting her go. He turned around to leave when Santana felt a guilty sensation running up her spine.
"I need her like I need air." She half way yelled, needing Sam to know this had nothing to do with jealousy. When he turned back and she was sure she had his attention she continued, "I'm not just some territorial bitch that came back to break the two of you up."
"Yeah, I know that."
And with a smile that Santana wasn't sure was forced or sincere, Sam disappeared into the parking lot.
Santana smiled to herself the entire way up to the fourth floor and into Brittany's room. Her smile only widened when Brittany looked up and her eyes shimmered in the mid day sun. In fact she thought she would never stop smiling until she looked down at an incoming text and her smile dropped off her face completely.
"What's wrong?" Brittany noticed.
"Nothing. It's fine. How did it go?" Santana asked, putting her cell phone back in her pocket and a smile back on her face.
"I'll tell you when you tell me what that face was for." Brittany argued.
"It's nothing really. We can talk about it later. Promise." Santana spoke as she took sultry strides into the room. "So are you a free woman now?"
Brittany's eyes seemed to shine even more as she nodded her head quickly.
Santana looked behind her to make sure the door was shut before she finally reached Brittany's bed. She looked down at the blonde and took in her position. She was sitting upright, her hair in a loose bun, with a blanket draped over her legs and a tank top on instead of the hospital gown she claimed was too revealing for her religion.
"Can I kiss you now?" Santana asked when their eyes met again.
Brittany smiled, "Yes." She closed her eyes and leaned towards Santana, ready to kiss that perfect mouth of hers. She expected her to meet her halfway but instead she was only met with stale hospital air.
Her eyes were still closed when she felt a dip on the bed, first on one side, then on either side as hands fitted themselves gently over her stomach. Santana managed to straddle Brittany, putting all of her weight on her thighs as to not crush the girl under her. She moved her hands from Brittany's stomach to take her face in both hands as she leaned in while pale nimble fingers ran up tan thighs, making them both shudder.
Just before their lips were reunited Santana looked Brittany in the eye and said, "Some things are worth doing right."
Their lips met in a slow, but perfect haze. Both girls seemed high off of one another. It was a lazy kiss to start as both girls to their time remembering the sensation of their lips fitting together and gliding with one another's, a dance neither one could ever really forget.
With one happy hum from Brittany's mouth into Santana's the kiss became deeper and desperate. Santana's hands slid further into Brittany's hair, pulling her closer and melding their bodies together as much as possible. Brittany's hands found their way to Santana's ass and were squeezing with each swipe of Santana's tongue against her own. Santana moaned at the contact and pushed her self into Brittany's chest, accidentally brushing up against Brittany's bruised side.
"Ow, ow, ow." Brittany groaned into Santana's lips.
Santana quickly realized her mistake and moved back to alleviate the pressure.
"Oh, Britt. I'm so sorry." She cooed, looking Brittany over to make sure she didn't break her even more.
"My injuries are a cock block." Brittany pouted as she crossed her arms over her chest.
Santana leaned in again with a giggle and took a hold of Brittany's bottom lip that was jutted out in disappointment before releasing it with a low pop.
"It's a good thing we didn't get carried away again." Santana assured her. "We're doing this right, remember? And I think we should probably have a first date before we round second base."
"But we've had lots of dates, and besides, I hadn't even begun to round second base." Brittany said suggestively as she went to grab at Santana who was too quick and caught her hands in her own.
"I want to have another first date." She said before kissing Brittany's knuckles one by one. "And a second and a third." She continued with each knuckle she kissed.
"Oh god. We're never gonna have sex then. I won't even be able to leave the house for over a week." Brittany whined.
"I'll figure something out. No worries." Santana said as she lifted herself off of the blonde. Brittany pulled on Santana's shirt and brought her back down for another kiss before nuzzling into her for a hug.
Santana held the other girl in her arms, happy to have been pulled back. Her mind was already racing with how she was going to manage to take Brittany on a date when she couldn't go anywhere. Then an idea hit her, she smiled into Brittany's hug and made a mental note to make some calls before tomorrow when Brittany was hopefully scheduled to be sent home.