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Takes place before Blame it On the Alcohol and was inspired by that mini-fashion show that they did in 6x08. Mature content on the last few paragraphs.
Santana was super rich. Both of her parents were doctors so she was well endowed in the financial department. She and Brittany would sometimes go shopping and even if Brittany insisted on paying her own clothes, Santana paid for most of it. They just got home to Brittany's house from shopping one day when Brittany had this amazing idea.
"Santana, let's do a fashion show!" Brittany stood so fast, Santana felt the chair that they were sitting in shook violently.
"Like, just you and me?"
"Yeah, we'll swap. I'll take pictures of you, you'll take mine! It's gonna be awesome." Brittany went downstairs for a bit to borrow a camera from Pierce, her father.
Santana was left alone in the room when Sam called her. She was currently dating (or bearding) him. Sam had those amazing abs, but he has humongous lips that devours Santana when they kiss. However, Santana felt fine with Sam. He was a big comic book geek so Santana started reading some light ones too. She actually likes it. But, well, she's not in love with him. He's more like a brother to Santana.
"Loose the vapors of Valtorr which kept the truth concealed- by the blessed three Vishanti, let my garb now be revealed. Eye of Agamatto, lead me to the one behind this..." Sam started doing an impression. "Clue, Marvel. Surgeon."
Santana took a few seconds to guess the answer "That's probably, Doctor Strange?"
"Right! Anyway you wanna go to the movies today? I heard there's a new movie that starts showing today."
"I'm busy today, Dr. Strange. Rain check?"
"Tomorrow good with you?" Sam insisted.
"Okay."
"Date, we shall."
Santana laughed at the Yoda impression. "Nerd."
"Yeah, yeah. Look the football guys are calling me. See you babe. Love ya." Sam ended the call.
As if on cue, Brittany returned with some really high tech camera. "Here's what we're using!" She looked at Santana and saw her just as the call ended. "Oh, were you speaking with someone?"
"Yes, it was Sam." She saw Brittany frown, "He asked me out, I told him I'm busy."
Brittany's smile went back "Of course, I'm your top priority."
Santana stayed at Brittany's so often that she had a lot of clothes there. They mixed and put all the clothes on the corner where they will change. Brittany was going first. As she was going to the edge of the room where there was a makeshift fitting room, Santana was facing the other way, holding the camera, confused with all the settings, "Can't this be a normal camera phone where you can just click the screen?"
Brittany walked towards her, put her arms around Santana's arms to hold the camera and placed her head on Santana's right shoulder. She smiled at her and held Santana's hands which were holding the camera. "Here's how you do it. It's pretty basic."
Santana hoped Brittany couldn't feel her blushing. They had always been very intimate with each other in a sexual way, but small things like this made her heart flutter. She was being taught by Brittany how to use the camera and she was mentally torn on whether she'd listen to the instructions which were super genius or just take the moment and appreciate how close Brittany was to her. She decided to do both and tried to listen while she tilted her head to where Brittany's head was.
"Did you get it?" Brittany's hand went from Santana's hand, to her waist.
Santana's breath was shallow. She faced Brittany and put her hands on her cheeks. They weren't wearing footwear so she tiptoed when they kissed. The kissed was light, like a feather slowly falling, and Santana put her feelings into kissing. I love you. Thank you so much. She hoped Brittany understood what she was trying to say. "Got it, Britts. You're a genius."
She wasn't expecting what happened. Santana suddenly kissed her, and it was the sweetest kiss. Like an angel's breath blowing through the sky. Like rainbows and candies. So she hugged Santana tightly and hoped that she understood what she was trying to say. I love you. No one can ever compare to you. She took a deep breath "Okay, are you ready?"
Santana put her iPod on shuffle as Brittany strut towards her, looking hot, sexy and fierce as she always does. She snapped a couple of pictures then Brittany went back to the fitting room. Santana sighed and thought that no one could be prettier than that girl. Not even her.
After a few bikinis, lingerie, dresses and pantsuits, Brittany decided that it was Santana's turn. So she planned for her final outfit. She decided to keep it simple and sexy. She saw Santana's Cheerio jacket and a sexy blue panty. She went out, slowly and watched Santana's reaction. Santana was reviewing the photos she took when she stepped out. Brittany slowly unbuttoned the jacket, button by button, eyes never leaving Santana. When she was done, she slowly took of the jacket, one hand then the other. She was only wearing the underwear now. The jacket fell to the ground and she slowly stepped forward. When she was in front of Santana, she asked in the sexiest tone she can muster "So, photographer, why aren't you taking any pictures?"
She took a deep breath and marveled at the sight of Brittany. She regained her composure "Hey, you can't strip on fashion shows." she wrapped her arms in Brittany's lower back and place her head on her stomach "and besides, this outfit is for my eyes only. Well, I wish it is."
Brittany held Santana's chin and she knelt down. She kissed her lips and she way about to pin Santana down when her phone rang. It's Artie. "Shit, baby. Wait." she answered the phone "Hey, why are you calling?"
"...are you in a rush? Sorry, I just missed you." Artie was trying to be sweet, but was cautious of Brittany's tone.
"I'm with my family. I'm busy. I'll call you." she hung up without waiting for his reply.
Santana looked surprised. "So, I'm family now?"
"Yes, you are. You're my best friend. And everyone in glee club is my family too." she held her cheek. Brittany wanted to say more and to tell her that she called her family because she was her baby. Not child-baby, the other baby. But she was scared that Santana would pull back like she usually did whenever she brings the topic up.
Santana was hurt with the mention of best friend and family. She was family to Brittany. It hurt her and put her off the mood. She wanted to be more than family to Brittany. She really did. But she can't risk her reputation. "You know what? Let's not talk about feelings. Feelings suck. Kiss me now." Santana's left hand grabbed Brittany's left boob while her right hand wandered on the other's thigh.
Brittany freed Santana of her dress, mouth trailed kisses to where the dress slid from. When it went past the hips, she took the underwear along with it and she kissed Santana's core, her tongue made a swift flick that made Santana moan. She ordered Santana to sit in front of her. "Open your legs, baby." Santana obeyed. Brittany slipped a finger and made slow thrusting movements.
Santana didn't want her to be the only one to feel pleasure, so even if she had a hard time speaking because of Brittany's fingers thrusting in her, "B-Britt… ah… Lift your leg." Santana's hand was gripping Brittany's shoulder so she used her free hand to lift Brittany's leg on hers.
Brittany understood what Santana wanted to do so she removed her fingers, angled her hips to where it felt most pressure and looked at Santana and licked her fingers. "You're delirious."
Santana gave a breathy laugh at Brittany's error "Honey, it's delicious, not delirious." She started grinding against Brittany, her laughter turned into moans, long fingers dug into Brittany's back. She can feel it coming.
Brittany moved against Santana in perfect sync, her eyes never leaving the brunette, biting her lip to keep her from moaning loudly. Her arms were between them, her hands touching Santana's jaw. She kissed Santana and muffled their moans, tongues fighting each other like there was no tomorrow. She bit Santana's lower lip and sucked it. Santana's body started to stiffen and she knew Santana was about to cum.
"Baby. I-I'm—"
"Shh, I got you." Brittany moved her hips even faster and then Santana came. She hugged Santana hard as she came shortly afterwards. Their bodies convulsed for a few more seconds, and they never let each other go. After a few minutes of resting, she looked at Santana whose eyes were still closed. She reached for her hand and held it. She kissed the knuckles and whispered "I love you like humans need oxygen. I wish you do too." She meant it. She loved Artie but not as much as she loved Santana. Brittany just wasn't sure if Santana felt the same way. She was sure about everything related to Santana, except for that.
Santana was tired of that awesome sex so she closed her eyes for a moment. She think that she heard Brittany say something about oxygen and wish, but her head and heart was throbbing so hard that she wasn't so sure anymore. All she knew was that she needed more of Brittany. "Britt, I know you're with someone, and I'm with someone, and cuddling is for loser couples, but can I stay the night and cuddle with you? We're the exception, though. Us cuddling isn't gonna make us losers, and we're not a couple."
Brittany was happy that Santana wanted to stay. She wasn't happy that Santana said that last part because she wished they were a couple. But Santana was right; they were both taken. So she hugged Santana and decided that she'll ask of what their status is in another time. Not tonight. Not when Santana wanted her. She didn't want to mess it up. "Okay, you can stay."