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"You… what? How could you, Britt?" Santana was looking redder now. They had just arrived at Santana's home after a party in Karofsky's place. Santana was holding a bottle of Jack Daniels in one hand a beer cup on the other. Brittany was removing her skirt as she sat at the chair looking down. Santana slurred "No, Britt, you can't sleep with a guy and tell him that we should have a threesome!" she sipped from the cup and continued "And James? That stinky jock? Really B?"
Brittany started to unbutton her top as she replied with "I'm sorry, San. I didn't think clearly. I was drunk. I'm still drunk. And besides you left me to have sex with Puckerman so I felt bad and did that."
Santana put the cup away and started drinking the bottle of Jack "But Britt, I told you I'd be back. You didn't have to tell that stupid boy things like that. I mean he followed us the whole f—ing time!" she was shouting now.
"But we got home. We're home now. I mean look, I'm really sorry. I'll tell him I was kidding as soon as I see him again. He won't bother you." Brittany removed her top so that she was only wearing her underwear.
Santana's vision was blurry but the sight of Brittany in underwear was something that she could see clearly. "Woah. Why are you strip—"
Brittany walked to Santana who was sitting at her bed. She bent down so that her face was meeting Santana's, her hands on Santana's thighs. Brittany looked Santana on the eye, studying her features, fighting that urge to put her face closer. Santana's eyes widened. She can feel the heat radiating from Brittany's body. Or was it her body, she wasn't sure. All she can think about was how close Brittany was and that her anger was slowly fading away. Santana's eyes wandered from Brittany's eyes, to her lips, her neck, her breast, her bare skin and back to her eyes. Brittany watched her as she was doing that, Brittany's eyes filled with hunger.
Santana understood what Brittany was trying to do "Wh-what are you…"
"Are you still mad?" Brittany asked her.
"N-no, I guess not."
Brittany smiled. Not the usual innocent smile that she gave Santana, this smile was like a tiger about to eat its meal. Santana wondered if this was the Brittany that the guys slept with. She also wondered why she was so turned on by her friend. Brittany's hand went from her thigh to her hip. Santana's breath hitched "Britt, this is not right." Santana slightly moved back.
"We're both girls and we're very drunk. That's not right." She lied, even if she was itching for Brittany's touch, something she felt was right. But she thought about what her abuela, no, what almost all people would say if she engaged with things like that.
Brittany removed her hands from Santana and sat beside her, putting her head on Santana's shoulder."Mmm, I guess so. But you know what? Is it weird that I like putting my head on your shoulder more than I liked having sex with James?"
"No, it's not weird. I'm waaay more attractive than that snot."
They stayed like that for a few minutes until Santana decided that it was better for them to sleep the booze off. She went to her bathroom to prepare to sleep first, and then Brittany went after her.
Brittany was about to lie on the couch when Santana said "What, you're sleeping there? You'll get a backache there. Come here," she tapped her bed "I don't bite."
Brittany grinned and started walking towards her when she stopped "but I thought you didn't want me to touch you?"
Santana shook her head "Not really what I meant. I want…" she didn't want to say that she wanted Brittany's touch so she just shrugged and lay down on one side of her bed, leaving a space for Brittany. "Offer to sleep here expires in thirty seconds."
Brittany jumped on the bed, and then faced sideways, meeting Santana's face. "Good night, beautiful."
Santana half-smiled and when Brittany's eyes were closed, she whispered "Good night to you too, B. Sweet dreams."
Santana woke up with a headache. She had a terrible hangover from last night. She assessed her surroundings as she remembered that Brittany slept over her house. She glanced at her phone, it was 9AM. Her parents will return home at around 12, they said. She turned to see that the other side of the bed was empty. She looked a little confused until she heard the faucet in her bathroom.
Brittany stepped outside the bathroom, fresh from the shower, only wearing a towel. "I didn't wanna wake up the sleepy head. I went ahead and took a shower. I also went for a walk and bought you an advil. Here." She took a mug and an advil from the bedside table and gave to Santana.
"You're my hero, you know that?"
Brittany just smiled. Santana stood up and Brittany spanked her ass "now, take a bath, you stink!" Santana shot her a look but Brittany just rolled her eyes.
She took a quick shower and when she went out of the bathroom, she saw Brittany lying on her bed, munching on a bag of chips while watching Adventure Time. She took a moment to appreciate the sight of Brittany. She thought it was beautiful. She thought she was beautiful. She craved to touch her and decided that she could try, and if it was weird, she'll just brush it off, say it was because she was hangover or something.
She lay beside her "Mind if I bother you?"
Brittany turned the TV off and faced Santana, "Hi. Now that's much better, we don't smell like homeless men anymore."
Santana laughed and touched Brittany's arm. For a girl, Brittany had killer muscles because of her dancing and cheer leading. Brittany's mood changed from being silly to serious.
Santana let her hand linger for a while before saying "About last night…"
"Hey, we don't have to talk about it if it makes you uncomfortable. Sorry for that."
"I, um, I want to talk about it, Britt." Santana's voice got quieter. "Not the fight. I'm okay with that. I don't really give a damn about that James kid anymore. I wanted to talk about…" Santana cleared her throat. Damn, she thought, she was getting shyer. It was not very Santana of her to be like that. But considering it was Brittany, and she was always the exception so Santana thought it was normal to feel that way.
"You want to talk about me seducing you last night?"
"Yes."
"Okay, I was drunk, but when I had sex with James, all I could think about was what you were doing at that very moment. So when we got here and we were alone, I just wanted you."
"I guess that was because we were drunk. So let's not talk about that again." Santana snapped at her.
"Hey," she held Santana's arm "I'm sober now and I still want you. I guess this is curiosity, or whatever but-"
Santana couldn't help it anymore. She leaned in and cut Brittany off by kissing her. At first they were just feeling each other's lips until Brittany licked Santana's top lip and Santana opened her mouth, welcoming the blonde's tongue. Brittany placed her hand on Santana's cheek, as if to make sure that Santana really was there. The kissed continued for a few more seconds until Santana was starting to feel breathless so she pulled back
"Woah."
Brittany smiled "Woah, right." They stared at each other for a few more awkward moments when Brittany broke the silence "We should totes do that more often. But it's okay if you don't wanna."
"Sure we can… just not in front of other people. I don't want them to think we're lesbians or something."
"So, we're kinda like friends with benefits, just not sex... yet?" Brittany asked her, obviously confused.
"Yet?" Santana raised her brow.
"Yet." Brittany winked at her.
It was 11am when Brittany decided to go home. They were on the Lopez' yard when Santana asked her, "You sure you don't want me to take you home?"
Brittany appeared to consider it for a moment then said "No, it's okay. I like walking; it's like having an adventure with Dora and Boots. I'll call you if I get lost. I know you'll fetch me."
Santana smiled at her "Okay then, take care, B. Call me when you get home." Santana was about to close her door when Brittany sneaked a peck on her lips. Santana was surprised but quickly returned the favor by biting Brittany's lips. Brittany gave her a smirk and turned around to leave.
Santana felt a little guilty when she looked around to see if anyone saw. She closed her front door and covered her face with her hands. Her heart was beating so fast, it was never that way when she was kissing boys. She mumbled "What the hell."