Super sorry to anyone who is actually reading this. I've been really busy and my computer charger broke. I got a new one thankfully. Also, I had a whole chapter typed out but then I was like no, I can't put this in yet. There is something I'm missing. I figured out what I was missing so here you go. I'll try to update faster, I promise. Any mistakes are mine sorry.
"Hey, can I turn the water off now?" Brittany asked.
Santana nodded, and stepped out of the huge shower to get them towels.
"Is something wrong?" Brittany questioned as she combed out her hair.
"No, come get your towel," Santana smiled. She wrapped the towel around Brittany before wrapping herself up. If she was being honest, everything was wrong. Brittany had told her that she loved her. She didn't want to over think it too much because it may of not meant anything. She still had Quinn, but she was slowly falling for her sister. Just thinking about the predicament she was in made her head hurt.
"Thanks," Brittany said, breaking Santana from her internal monologue. "I'm gonna go get dressed in my room because that's where my clothes are. Meet me downstairs for a movie?"
"Yeah, I'll be down soon," she said, trying to get a knot out of her hair.
"Great," Brittany smiled and leaned in to kiss her cheek.
Santana watched as Brittany padded barefoot out of the door. What was she going to do? If they kept acting like they were acting, she would fall deeply in love with her.
Pinching the bridge of her nose and shaking her head, she walked out the bathroom door to get dressed. It's not like they were doing anything special, so she put a loose pair of boxers on followed by sweat pants.
As she walked down the stairs, she was greeted with the fresh smell of popcorn. "What are we watching?" Santana asked.
"I was thinking Pitch Perfect?" Brittany raised an eyebrow, silently asking if she was okay with her movie choice.
"Sure, I'm down with that." Brittany grabbed the bowl of popcorn before plopping down on the couch. Santana stared at her, unaware of where to sit. Did Brittany want to cuddle with her, or did she want space because of what happened in the bathroom?
"Come cuddle with me, I'm cold," Brittany pouted. That answered her question.
Santana nudged her so that she would scoot up to the front of the couch, that way she could slip behind her and lay down. Brittany complied, and Santana wrapped her arm around her. "I always wondered if you would be the big spoon or little spoon."
Santana chuckled. "I'm not really one for cuddling."
"Well I like you wrapping your arms around me. It makes me feel safe, you know?"
"Yeah, I know." Santana smiled at Brittany before she placed small kisses to the back of her neck. Quinn wasn't home and she was never going to find out about it, so what was the harm in being a little romantic?
Brittany hit play on to the remote and sunk back into Santana, who was enjoying it more than she let on. She felt a little sad, because as soon as Quinn came back, this wouldn't happen anymore. There would be little flirtatious glances, or not-so-innocent touches every once in a while, but as greedy as it sounds, that wasn't enough for her. She had feelings for Santana as long as she could remember. Now that she had her, she didn't to give her up. Technically she didn't 'have' her, because she had yet to say that she loved her, but her placing the small mouse kisses on the back of her neck had to mean something, right? Brittany turned in Santana's arms, because she really wanted to know what they were and what everything between them meant. "Santana can we talk, I really want to know-"
Santana's phone rang, cutting Brittany off. "It's Quinn," Santana panicked, trying to get up from how they were laying.
"Relax," Brittany said, resting her hand on Santana's stomach. "It's not like she is going to know I'm cuddling you."
"Yeah," Santana took deep breaths. "Right."
Brittany bit her lip and pondered. Obviously this wasn't Santana regretting what they had done but her being afraid of getting caught.
"Hey babe," Santana greeted, earning a scowl from Brittany. "Yeah I'm doing fine. So is Britt."
The blonde had an idea. Santana wasn't going to like it very much but that was the whole point.
"How is work in Maine going? That's great! So wait, you will be home tomorrow evening instead?" Brittany shifted on the couch and Santana made the mistake of looking at her.
Brittany had removed her sweatpants, which she wasn't wearing anything underneath, and was gently caressing the insides of her thighs. Santana sputtered, trying to continue her conversation with her wife and watch the show in front of her at the same time. "Yeah, I'm fine. A piece of popcorn went down my throat that's all."
Brittany stared into Santana's eyes and bit her lip as she moved her fingers closer to her core. Santana kept shifting her gaze from Brittany's eyes, to the wall, to her core, back to the wall, and back to Brittany's eyes. The only reason she kept looking at the wall was because she was afraid Quinn knew. "Yeah, I'm watching a movie. Brittany isn't in. She's out with some friends."
Brittany could barely hear Quinn's voice when she asked what movie. "Pitch Perfect," Santana said, moving her eyes back to Brittany's hand, which had moved incredibly close to her now wet sex.
"I'm wet for you," Brittany mouthed, running her middle finger up from her entrance, collecting all the moisture. She brought the finger to her mouth and took her time sliding her tongue around it, making sure to collect every last drop of herself. She let out a soft moan. Loud enough for Santana to hear but quiet enough so that Quinn couldn't.
Santana's eyes had turned full black and her shorts were tented. "You want to talk about the case now?" Santana groaned. The one time Quinn actually wanted to talk to her would be when Brittany was almost fucking herself a few feet away.
"No, go ahead I'm listening," Santana blocked Quinn out and payed attention to Brittany. She had removed her fingers from her mouth and trailed them back to where she needed it the most. She would gently trace circles around her clit, trying not to make them too tight. After all, she was putting on a show for Santana and she was determined to make it a good one.
"Yeah, that's great," Santana murmured into the phone. Brittany had moved her fingers lower until she had one prodding at her entrance. Staring at Santana with hooded eyes, Brittany slowly pushed her finger into her wet cunt. She let out a small squeal of arousal, forgetting about Santana being on the phone. Santana's eyes widened. "Sorry, that was the movie, continue?"
Brittany could clearly see how turned on Santana was. Deciding to give her more, Brittany slid her fingers out and ever so lightly played with her clit. Throwing her head back, she made tighter circles around the hard bud. At this rate, she would be cumming very soon. "I hope you have a safe flight."
The young blonde stopped her circles and gave her protruding clit a soft, yet wet, thwack. Santana lifted her hips into the air, begging for some type of friction. She did it again and again, each slap getting stronger. Her nipples were poking out and were as equally as hard as Santana's. "I thought you said you had to go?" Santana whined. "N-no, I love talking to you, I am just watching this movie and I thought you were busy."
Brittany could tell Santana's voice had lowered a few octaves. She quickly thrusted two fingers inside herself, hoping it would make Santana's voice even lower. What she didn't expect was for Santana's hips to spasm and for a dark grey spot to appear on her sweatpants. The sight in front of her made the muscles in her vagina clench her fingers, and she came silently.
Santana was biting back a moan. She had literally just came from watching Brittany fuck herself, yet she was on the phone with her wife. "I've got to go, my other popcorn is done," She told Quinn, panting. "Why am I panting? Because I had to run and stop it from burning. Yeah, bye love you."
Brittany stood up and put her pants back on. Everything had been going fine until Santana had said those three words. And they weren't said to her. "You made me cum in my pants," Santana furrowed her brow. This had never happened to her before even. She had perfect stamina from all the times she had fucked herself when Quinn wouldn't. "I just don't get it."
"Well, let's watch the movie," Brittany said, a little harsher than intended.
"She's my wife, I had to tell her I loved her. Otherwise she would of got suspicious," Santana reasoned.
"So, you didn't mean it?" Brittany said, voice cracking. Did this mean Santana loved her?
Santana paused the movie. "I know you are young, and haven't really ever been in love with someone, so I'm going to try and explain this as best as I can." Taking a deep breath, she continued, "There is a difference, between loving someone and being in love with someone. I love Quinn very much, like she means the world and more to me. But I know now that I am truly not in love with her. I think that you just love me. I don't believe that you are truly in love with me."
"But-"
"No, listen. You are young, you need to find the one that you truly are in love with. I don't think that person is me and I don't think it ever will be. I probably won't ever be in love with Quinn but I'm going to stay with her because the time has past for me to fall in love. Quinn and I work for each other. She's probably not in love with me and I know this because she barely gives me any time of day. I'm okay with that though, and you should be too."
"I understand," Brittany sighed, trying to fight back tears. "I'm just gonna go-" she got up and grabbed her phone before walking outside. "Can you come get me?" She cried into the phone.
"Sure babe, on my way."
"Thanks," she wiped her tears and hung up. She shouldn't be wasting them on Santana, considering the fact she didn't even follow her outside and stop her. She guessed that Santana didn't love her at all.
The latina sighed, resting her face in her hands. She had made the right decision.. right?
o0o0o0o0o
"Whats wrong Brit-nits?" Puck asked Brittany as he drove away from her sisters house.
"She won't grow up and admit the fact that we belong together. I can see it every time she looks at me okay! I know that she loves me." Brittany started crying again.
"Hey, don't cry. Tonight, I'm taking you out and you are going to be getting laid tonight to prove that you don't need that scumbag of a cheater."
"She's not a scumbag, Puck. Don't call her that," Brittany interrupted.
"Whatever. And also because the Puckster is here and I hate to see you cry."
Brittany wiped her tears and nodded. "Yeah, you're right."
"So do you actually want to go out partying tonight or just go to my place and watch cartoons and drink beer?" Puck knew her so well.
"I choose the cartoons and beer. Sorry if I ruined your night." Brittany closed the small mirror and turned to look at her friend.
"Hey, I can get laid any night. Right now you need me and I am here to help."
The car ride to his house was silent. Brittany wanted to turn music on but the sad songs would only remind her of Santana, along with the happy ones. Even the song about anacondas would remind her about Santana because her buns were amazing. And if she had an anaconda, it would definitely want some.
"We're here," he told Britt as he opened her door. She had zoned out thinking about Santana's butt.
They went inside and Brittany immediately changed into some comfier, dry, clothes that she left at his house. "I'm hungry, do you got any food?" Brittany asked.
"I'll make us some nachos, get comfy on the couch then we can watch Tom and Jerry or something."
Brittany smiled at how nice Puck was. Ever since her parents kicked her out, she had been living with Puck. Susan and Russel still payed for her college of course, but they no longer wanted to see her face, she became a disgrace. She would have stayed at Puck's throughout her college years, but there was one thing she really wanted. And there was no way she was going to get it drinking beer on Puck's couch. She wanted Santana. So she faked a letter to Quinn from her mom saying that Brittany was to stay with her until she could find a better place to live, or get a place of her own. She had no job, so she wasn't buying a place of her own. And Puck sang show tunes in the shower, which got really annoying, so she had found no better place to live.
"Here's the nachos and beer," Puck said, setting them down on the coffee table covered in empty chinese boxes.
"Have you ever thought about cleaning up a bit?" Brittany looked around the apartment. Dirty laundry was strung everywhere, leftover pizza was sitting on top of the TV, and that was most definitely a used condom laying on the floor next to the trash can.
"I thought about it, but then I changed my mind because that would be too much work," Puck said, spitting out a chip covered in hot cheese. "Holy shit, that's hot."
"That's because you just took them out of the microwave.." Brittany sometimes thought he was one of the dumbest people in the world, and that was coming from her.
"Cuddle and talk with me while they cool," Puck smiled, ignoring the awkward glare Brittany was giving him. Brittany shrugged, and fell into Puck's arms. "How long have you known her?"
"Santana? Well her and Quinn started dating in high school. I was an immature kid, and would always follow them around. Santana would always call me cutiepie and let me read books about cats to her. I honestly had the biggest crush on her imaginable."
"I had a crush on the English teacher Sophomore year," Puck smirked, he ended up sleeping with her just as planned.
Brittany ignored his arrogant thoughts and continued on, "and she would always bake me cookies when her and Quinn had to babysit me. One night Quinn was supposed to babysit me, but she wanted to go out with her friend Mercedes. So she called Santana and asked her to come watch me."
"Wait a minute, back up. Didn't Quinn get kicked out for being gay?" Puck was confused, she had told him about Quinn multiple times.
"They didn't know she was dating Santana until Senior year. Which was really surprising because even I knew they were dating. She came out a few days before graduation. They kicked her out so she lived with Santana. Mamma and poppa didn't even attend her graduation."
"Oh, makes sense." Puck grabbed some nachos and shoveled them into his mouth. "Go back to where you were."
"So, Santana watched me that night and all we did was cuddle. I knew that it meant nothing to her but I pretended it did. I was so jealous of Quinn, and whenever I heard them fucking, I would always interrupt. I wanted to have sex with Santana. Quinn didn't deserve her. But then she got kicked out and I never really ever saw her again. Except for Senior year when Glee club came to New York. We met up and got a coffee. The only reason I made that lunch date was because I was hoping Santana would be with her. She wasn't, sadly."
Brittany opened her beer and took a swig, trying desperately to ignore the awful after taste it left in her mouth. "Do you have anything fruity, I'm not feeling beer tonight?" Some nights Brittany loved beer, other nights she just wanted something more flavorful.
"Yeah, I'll be right back." Puck left the room to go make her a drink. When he came back, almost all the nachos were gone. "Holy shit, what has gotten into you?" Puck asked with wide eyes. Even he couldn't eat that many nachos in that amount of time.
"I've been so hungry lately and I don't know why. It's like I'll eat but I won't get full."
"Maybe you're about to start your ovary shredding?"
Brittany took her drink from Puck's hand and smacked him with a pillow. "I hate it when you call it that." Brittany took a sip. "Just call it my menstrual cycle. Or period, either works. But I never really keep track of them so I dunno. It's been a while since my last one."
Puck only chuckled and sat down next to Brittany again. "So how do you know that you two are in love. I mean I fuck girls, but I don't confess my love for them."
Brittany sighed, she really wanted to be cuddling with Santana right now instead of Puck. "I can just tell. When we had sex in the shower, something changed. I could see it in her eyes when she looked at me. There was emotion and feeling pouring out of her. She was never one to be all sappy and stuff, so this was big for her. She even told me I made her feel loved. Then we kissed and I felt fireworks. I just know that she felt them too!" Brittany was almost in tears again. Why couldn't Santana just love her. Better yet, be in love with her.
"Come here," Puck said, pulling Brittany into his arms. "She will tell you when she is ready. I think now is a good time for her to figure everything out. Yanno, so like you're not there pressuring her and she ends up making the wrong decision. Just give her time Brit-nits."
"Thanks Puck, you make me feel a lot better." Brittany smiled and sipped her bullfrog, which turned into chugging. Tonight, she was going to get drunk off her ass to keep herself from calling Santana.
o0o0o0o0o
Santana stared at her feet. She knew she shouldn't of called her. It was a bad idea and now he was there. "On the ride here, Mercedes filled me up to date with your predicament. I can honestly say that I didn't ever expect this from you," Kurt, Mercedes' and sort of Santana's friend, said. "You and Quinn were so in love in high school I don't even know what happened."
"Join the club," Santana replied under her breath.
Mercedes rolled her eyes. "You called me to come here so spill the beans, what is wrong now?"
"I didn't know you were bringing Lady Hummel with you," she scowled. "But I guess it doesn't matter, you kind of already told him anyways."
"She did it so that you didn't have to Santana, just tell us what's wrong. We are here to help you," Kurt pleaded.
"I told her that I loved Quinn but that I wasn't in love with her."
"Okay," Mercedes said. "And that's a bad thing?"
Santana sighed. "I also told her that I didn't believe she was truly in love with me and that I was going to stay with Quinn. I thought it was the best idea, but now I kind of think it wasn't."
"You basically just set her free and now she is going to go off with different boys or girls and be happy. How does that make you feel?" Kurt asked. "I know that when Blaine and I broke up-"
"Dammit Kurt, this isn't about you and Blaine. We are here to help her not talk about our relationships," Mercedes scolded.
"Sorry," Kurt said, sitting down on the couch.
"To answer your question Kurt, it makes me kind of sad. I really really like her, and the thought of her being someone else's hurts me. But if she's happy then I guess I am." Santana felt a pain in her heart. This was exactly how Brittany was feeling. She had to witness her be off and happy with Quinn every day that she was with her. "Oh my God, I have caused her so much pain and not even realized it." Santana felt tears form in her eyes. She would never want to hurt Brittany like this, but she already did. "Give me my phone, I need to call her," Santana sniffed, reaching for her phone.
"No," Mercedes slapped her hand away and took her phone. "You need to let her be alone for right now."
"But she's not alone, she's off with mohawk guy probably fucking him." Santana started to bawl.
Mercedes groaned and it took Kurt to slap her in to shape. He literally slapped her across the face. "What the fuck was that for Lady Hummel?" Santana screeched. "I will go all Lima Heights on your ass. I grew up on the wrong side of the tracks and I-"
"Santana, don't make me slap you again," Kurt threatened. "Did you hear what you were saying about Brittany? You were basically calling her a slut and that's not like you. I know when you get jealous you tend to get mad, but you shouldn't ever talk down about the people you love. That's why I slapped you."
"So are you saying I don't love her?" Santana questioned.
"I'm not saying you don't love her, I'm just saying you shouldn't talk like that about her. It's up to you to decide if you love her or not."
"But I already told her that I loved Quinn and was staying with her."
"Things can change Santana," Mercedes said, getting up off the couch. "I fought with Sam all the time in high school but now we are just fine. I used to tell myself that I didn't love him. But now I can see myself getting married to that boy."
"So when I try to make an analogy about Blaine and I you get pissed, but when you do it, it's okay?" Kurt scoffed.
Mercedes chuckled, "you talk about Blaine too much, and I was tired of hearing it."
"So what should we do?" Santana asked, interrupting their friendly bickering.
"Why don't we go out tonight to one of those Karaoke bars and sing our hearts out?" Kurt suggested.
"Let me get ready," Santana softly smiled, getting up off the couch.
o0o0o0o0o
Brittany wasn't expecting to be awake at seven thirty in the morning vomiting. "Are you alright in there?" Puck called. Brittany wasn't one to throw up after drinking, even if she had a lot.
"Yeah," Brittany said, wiping her mouth off. "I'm fine. I think I'm about done puking anyways." She flushed the toilet and brushed her teeth, the taste of vomit lingering in her mouth. "I guess I drank too much," Brittany mumbled, opening the bathroom door and walking out.
"I guess," Puck agreed. "You should go back to bed. It's way too early for you to be up."
"Yeah, okay." Brittany walked into the bedroom and fell onto the bed. "This is comfortable." And with that, she fell asleep.
Yayy, longer chapter. And everything is Brittana this season and nothing hurts :,D Once again, sorry it took so long. I actually have a life now lol. Brittana will be reunited next chapter along with Quinn's homecoming. Review, follow, and favorite if you want because it make me a happy little panda.