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She's On Mine
It's been a week and a half since Brittany's cast was finally removed.
What's even better is that it's been almost two months since she and Santana made everything between them official, and ever since that moment a few weeks ago when Santana, or rather Nurse Santana, showed Brittany what she means to her, things have been good.
Like, really good.
Santana has maintained her care and consideration, and Brittany has done her best in trying to ignore the creeping anxiety of her insecurities.
Still, even through her perseverance to ignore them, there remain certain jeers from her coworkers at times. Specifically, there was an incident that occurred a few weeks ago when one of the guys spotted the large bruise on Brittany's neck, from where Santana had marked her, that caused a little bit of turmoil.
Some words were tossed around, some none to nice, but ultimately Brittany managed to get the guys off her back, even if they still didn't believe she had an amazingly sexy girlfriend who occasionally liked to mark her. Kurt had offered to help Brittany conceal the mark with his make up (she didn't really have the heart to ask him why he had it) but she'd quickly declined.
If Brittany was being honest, she secretly liked the thought that even if people didn't believe her about how she got the mark, they still saw it and every time they did, she'd get this fluttery feeling in her stomach because she knew that Santana had put it there. Santana had made it a point to mark her to let everyone else know she was taken.
Now that Brittany thinks about it, she really wants to do the same to Santana. Mark her so that everyone else is aware that she is clearly and definitively taken.
The only problem which remains now is, lately, Santana has been incredibly busy preparing for the upcoming November and December holidays as well as recovering from the very extravagant, and delightful, Halloween that she and Brittany just shared.
Even though Kurt had invited them both to his house for a Halloween bash he was having with his former friends from high school and his current love interest, Santana was really nervous about the whole meeting the friends' thing (so early, she had claimed) and so Brittany instead convinced her to dress up as Nurse Santana again and for them to just stay in.
Brittany had gone out and acquired herself very realistic Army fatigues and had done herself up like a brave soldier, which Santana had properly attended to.
Smashingly.
Twice.
After that, Brittany had then taken it upon herself to return the favor in full, and then twice more, just because she could, despite the slight handicap of her still casted wrist.
After that though, things slowed down a little in the bedroom department.
Now, with the cast off and the next batch of holiday seasons fast approaching, Brittany has been picking up more work, doing what she can to cover the cost of the medical bills she's paying off (despite Santana's insistence that Brittany let her pay for them), and Santana has been swamped with a end of year in flux of new books that are in desperate need of her expert opinion/approval or criticism.
Brittany doesn't mind that half the time she stops off at Santana's house after her route, her girlfriend's nose is buried in a book or her eyes are glued to a computer.
Santana is sexy when she works, even sexier when she lets her guard down and wears her glasses around Brittany while chewing on the cap of her pen. They still spend as much time together as possible, and Brittany really enjoys that. (Even if she resorts to a fumbling mess half the time, sputtering her words and tripping over her own feet at almost every moment.)
Brittany is all content and okay with waiting for Santana.
Even if it's now been almost a week since they'd had really really passionate sex and Brittany isn't complaining necessarily, because any sex with Santana is the most amazing thing in the world, but to be honest, she'd really like to feel Santana fully come undone in her arms, hear her scream out her name because the pleasure is so intense she just can't hold it in.
The sexy 'I had a nice…dream about you last night' and 'I'm not wearing any panties' morning texts that Brittany receives when she wakes up, in her own bed for once this week, are not really doing anything to quell that burning ember of sexual desire that's present in the pit of her stomach.
Especially considering she's pretty sure Lord Tubbington is not talking to her now because she might have stepped on his tail not once, but twice, in her effort to hastily rush towards her beeping phone and receive Santana's progressively sexier messages as the morning continues. Only when Brittany realizes that she'll be late for work if she doesn't hurry up and get dressed does she put her phone down.
In that moment, standing in her underwear still gapping in thought of the picture that Santana just sent her (a scantily clad one of her upper body), Brittany decides to don something that she hasn't gotten the chance to in a while.
Without the mobility of her dominant hand, Brittany was unable, among several other things, to 'pack' for most of the time while at work.
It had been a rather enlightening experience because even though she doesn't mind having to pack and bind to keep her cover, it also felt nice to discover herself with Santana without the added presence of a toy. Considering the guys at work seem like they'll be cruel to her regardless of what she does, she's come to the realization that she doesn't need to always pack while at work, but rather only in certain cases.
Like this morning, when Brittany very much intends on 'delivering' to Santana later on.
Once she's all ready to go, she pulls on the rest of her uniform and grabs her messenger bag before she heads out the door and to her mail truck.
Heading into work, Brittany smiling to herself. In a few hours she'll get to be all alone with Santana.
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Brittany is putting the rest of her delivers for the day into her truck at the Post Office when someone suddenly shoves into her from behind and she falls forward, sprawling out on the ground as a few of her mail pieces scatter around her. There's a cackling laugh that rings out from above her and as she turns around from her spot on the ground and looks up, she sees the smug smirk of Josh Coleman looking back at her.
"Have a nice trip there, Pierce?" He sneers down at her.
She grits her teeth but starts to climb to her feet, silently seething at the asshole before her. She only manages to get half way up before she's pushed down again.
"Scrawny idiots like yourself deserve to be taken down a peg or two. That way you will always remember where your place is, Pierce."
Josh makes a move to step towards Brittany to further antagonize her but is suddenly halted by one of his buddies who inclines his head towards the supervisor that is nearing their proximity. Not wanting to actually get got in the act, Josh merely glares in Brittany's direction again before he laughs turns around to walk away.
Brittany is about a second from reaching out and grabbing Josh around the leg, not really sure what she's going to do after she does, when a gentle hand against her shoulder stops her from acting. She glances up and sees the kind eyes of Kurt gazing down at her.
"He's not worth it Brittany." He tells her as he offers her his hand. Brittany sighs, knowing that ultimately Kurt's right, but it doesn't make that sore spot in her heart feel any better.
And this definitely isn't one of those heart pains from loving too much; she only gets those when she's around Santana. Brittany blushes a little as she thinks about that before fully grasping Kurt's hand and standing to her feet. A perfectly arched eyebrow is focused in her direction.
She swallows and ducks her head in embarrassment again. Not from her thoughts, more from the fact that they can always be so easily recognized by Kurt, based just on the shade of her cheeks.
"Thinking about Santana again I see?"
Brittany doesn't need to reply for him to know he's correct.
"Does she know about the bullies that constantly ridicule you?"
Blue eyes quickly snap up from the interesting and intricate floor pattern that Brittany was just examining. She shakes her head.
"No, Santana…s-she," Brittany takes a deep breath telling herself to remain calm, "she doesn't need to know about that. It's just one more thing that she'll have to worry about."
Kurt cocks his head in concern, "She's your girlfriend Brittany I think she would want to know about that."
"I just…I want to be able to handle it on my own. Santana…she deserves to have someone who can stand up for themselves, and someone who can stand up for her." She says her voice determined even in its quietness. Kurt smiles and nods in Brittany's direction as he reaches out to pat her on the back.
"Okay Brittany, I understand. But she should know eventually, whether it's when you're ready to tell them to leave you alone, or before you two get too much deeper."
Brittany nods in understanding, as much as it scares her to think about burdening Santana with anything else, she also knows this is something that Santana would specifically want to know about, if not to at least offer her support to Brittany.
She always very much enjoys Santana's support.
"On a change of subject," Kurt cuts into Brittany's thoughts and she turns to bend down and pick up the mail that she spilt when Josh pushed her as her friend helps, "I'm going to be under the assumption that you and Santana will able to attend my annual Thanksgiving day party together?"
Suddenly, Brittany's entire demeanor changes drastically as she practically lights up from the inside out.
"Thanksgiving? I love Thanksgiving!"
Kurt chuckles at Brittany's enthusiasm and the impromptu dance that she suddenly starts performing that consists of a lot of back and forth shaking and a couple of fist pumps. He's just happy to see her brighten up again, "So is that a yes?"
There's a pause from Brittany's end, including a mid happy dance freeze as she appears to consider Kurt's question. Slowly she straightens out her body and lowers her hands from where they were shaking back in forth in front of her and blinks a few times.
"Um…that's probably something I should ask Santana right?"
A dark eyebrow arches again as Kurt looks at Brittany in wonder, "I would think so, considering you and her are dating and all."
Brittany nods as she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and gnaws on it a little. She's still kind of gnawing on it as she opens her mouth to speak, "Sooo, how should I bring that up?"
Kurt's eyes do two full blinks and his mouth gaps open slightly before he asks, "What do you mean 'how should you bring that up'?"
One of Brittany's shoes toes the ground in front of her as she suddenly becomes really bashful and ducks her chin to her chest, "You know, should I…ask her in a special way or something?"
"If you're inquiring from me as to whether or not you should ask your girlfriend about a Thanksgiving party in a sexual way, Brittany I don't think I can help you with that!"
Cerulean blue eyes widen dramatically, "No!" Brittany shouts and then blushes when everyone within a twenty-foot radius glances in her direction. She clears her throat and purposely lowers her voice, "No I didn't mean sexual…exactly," she starts to say and then shakes her head, "I just meant should I do something special for her? It'll be our first really special holiday like that together."
Crinkles form at the corner of Kurt's mouth as a small smile tugs there and he steps forward so his voice is just barely above a whisper and only for Brittany to hear, "You are absolutely adorable Brittany Pierce. Trust me when I say, Santana will like whatever way you ask as long as you do it with as much heart and conviction as you're demonstrating to me now."
Brittany nods and clambers up into her truck, only barely scoffing her knee against the steering wheel before she turns to face her friend.
"Thanks Kurt. Wish me luck?"
He shakes his head and grins, "You won't need it Britt, but I wish you the best of evenings with your lady."
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Brittany is feeling a little more confident than usual as she pulls onto the same street that Santana's house is located on, about half way through her shift. She arranged to get her route done a little earlier and show up at Santana's when she wasn't expecting her.
Element of surprise and trying to be all romantic and what not, Brittany just hopes that it works out.
When she drives her truck up the street just outside of Santana's house, Brittany frowns a little when she notices that the curb that she usually parks her mail truck along is occupied by a car that she's never seen in the neighborhood before. The car sports Connecticut license plates as well, which is even more baffling to Brittany.
She manages to find a spot along the opposite curb but huffs a little when instead of being able to step out right onto Santana's lawn she has to cross the street to her house. Brittany's capable of crossing the street and all, it's just…well streets kind of freak her out a little bit sometimes.
Especially when she's just walking on them.
After making it to Santana's lawn, she'd crossed the street only after checking both ways TWICE, Brittany glances at her surrounds to check and see if anyone is out and about or paying her any attention. When she determines that they are not, she subtly shifts the bindings beneath her pants to make herself a little more comfortable and appropriate for Santana.
Finally, she arrives at the door and after shifting the actual package that's addressed for Santana under her left arm and checking to ensure that her hat is properly fitted upon her head so she looks presentable, Brittany reaches out to rasp her knuckles against Santana's front door.
She realizes there's a doorbell and everything, but she kind of likes tradition.
Brittany also realizes that as Santana's girlfriend she could possibly just walk in, but she kind of wants to surprise Santana.
She pulls her hand back from the door once she realizes she's probably knocked a bit more than necessary and hastily wipes her clammy hand on her uniform pants, not wanting to gross Santana out with that or anything. Brittany can faintly hear the sound of footsteps approaching the door and she can't hold back the smile that starts to bloom across her face as she considers the fact that she'll get to look into those warm coffee brown eyes she's addicted to in just a few short seconds.
The door opens, as does Brittany's mouth in preparation to say something witty that she spent all night thinking about, when she suddenly finds herself confused because it's not Santana that's standing before her.
It's not even remotely Santana that's standing before her.
Briefly, Brittany wonders if she accidentally went to the wrong house (it's a possibility considering her propensity to space out when and become a nervous wreck at just the thought of Santana) but as she leans back just enough to glance at the numbers adorning the side of the house she sees that nope, 1101, she's at the right house. Now her only confusion is in regards to whom the woman standing at Santana's front door is?
Brittany takes a moment to subtly, she thinks, glance at woman before her.
She's slightly taller than Santana but shorter than Brittany. She has shorter blonde hair and extremely piercing hazel eyes. Also, there's a hint of sophistication in her gaze that makes Brittany squirm uncomfortably. She's familiar with that type of look, and it usually doesn't bode well for her.
"Can I help you?" the woman inquires with an airy superior tone and a lift of her immaculately well-kept eyebrow on her flawlessly chiseled face.
The bone structure there is unreal.
"Oh..umm." Brittany snaps back to reality and shuffles the package out from under her arm. Only, she doesn't so much as shuffle it out as knock it out clumsily and cause it to tumble helplessly to the ground. Brittany lets out an embarrassed squeak, her eyes going wide as she quickly reaches down to grab the package and then trusts it out in front of her.
She's about a second away from opening her mouth to ask if Santana Lopez is available when the woman takes the package from her hand, her sharp hazel eyes scanning the address label, before she speaks.
"Oh wonderful, I'll make sure she gets it. Thanks. Bye now."
And like that, in a literal blink of one of Brittany's eyes, the woman is stepping back from the door and swinging it closed until it unceremoniously shuts directly in Brittany's face.
Brittany blinks again, her mouth now gapping as she tries to figure out what just happened.
What's going on? Who was that woman? Where's Santana? What's going on? (Did she already wonder that?)
She shuffles a little on the top step before turning away from the door, only to turn back towards it, only to turn away again.
Maybe Santana loans her house out to some kind of royal attractive woman's club every afternoon before Brittany gets there?
But no, that wouldn't make any sense because there's never anyone else there when Brittany spends her days off at Santana's. Oh, but maybe Santana doesn't have the club on those days?
Brittany scratches her head and shuffles in her spot again.
And then it hits her.
Her head snaps up and her eyes go wide.
What if that woman isn't part of a club at all but instead is one of Santana's 'lady friends'? Brittany knows what the meaning of those words well. Her brother Brett has had many 'lady friends' in the past.
Maybe the blonde woman is a woman that Santana has around when she's not with Brittany.
Something twinges in Brittany's heart at that thought, even though it wouldn't make sense. Santana wouldn't do that, right? Not after everything else they've been through, especially lately. Maybe she's just a friend of Santana's visiting, but then, why wasn't Brittany welcomed in? Why hadn't Santana mentioned a friend maybe visiting?
In fact, now that Brittany thinks about it, there aren't many things concerning that particular matter, friends, family and exes, that Santana and Brittany have actually gotten the chance to discuss. So what could Brittany really know about this situation?
She needs to think a little about it, she just needs to sit down and run through some things.
Brittany turns away from Santana's door and walks, rather quick like, back in the direction of her car. She's so flustered and confused about everything that she forgets to look both ways before she steps out into the street.
There's a loud horn and the sound of screeching tires and Brittany jumps back slightly as she just narrowly misses being clipped by a car. The irate driver doesn't even bother stopping, instead choosing to roll his window down and yell obscenities out the window as he continues on.
With her heart now racing, and tears pricking her eyes as she considers the gravity of the situation that almost occurred, Brittany practically sprints to the safety and comfort of her mail truck and tucks herself into it for a solitaire moment to herself.
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Santana hears her front door close just as she leans forward to tilt the bottle of Cornas Terres Brûlées 2008 towards her wine glass and pour another few ounces into the bowl. Her right hand remains saving her place between pages in the book that rests on her lap.
"Who was that?" she inquires without even looking up. Finding it strange to have anyone come knocking on her door at this time of day.
"Your postman. Strange individual, oddly feminine, he's actually kind of pretty but very socially awkward." There's a pause as another body enters the room, "So tell me about this new girl you're seeing, and tell me why the hell I'm just finding out about it now when you've been dating for three months."
Upon hearing those words, Santana almost drops the entire bottle of wine from her hand. She steadies it before spilling a drop and places it safely on the table before she turns to face her friend.
"Wait, did you just say that the mail came?"
A package is tossed at her feet, "That's what I said wasn't it? Why else would I be tossing a package addressed to you at your feet? Which, by the way, I still can't believe how many books you get. You'd think you were competing for the top spot of 'Most Accomplished Reader' over me."
Santana's eyes bulge and she jumps from her place on her couch, book and wine completely forgotten about, "I need you to tell me, did the mail person have blonde hair and insanely gorgeous blue eyes?"
There's a moment awarded for contemplation, "I suppose that could be accurate, I didn't really take the best look at him."
"Quinn, you bitch, that was Brittany!" Santana exclaims as she throws her hands in the air and makes her way from the living room. Her blonde haired friend is quick to follow directly behind her.
"Brittany, Brittany? As in the girl you're dating?" Quinn asks as she reaches out and grabs Santana by the forearm.
Santana spins around and slaps her hand away with a furious, "Yes, that Brittany."
"It's not as if I knew it was her! I've never met the woman before." Quinn attempts to defend herself, but Santana's already in her huffing aggravated mode and she probably won't hear a thing.
"You better not have said anything rude to her."
"I barely said anything to her, and also why the hell is she dressed like a guy?"
"It's a long story that I might tell you later if I don't first kick you out of my house. Right now, I have to go stop her from leaving." Santana responds exasperated, shoving her feet into her warm winter boots and not bothering with the fact that she's dressed in her chunky light grey cable sweater and black leggings, "She probably has no idea what's going on."
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Another tear streaks down Brittany's cheek and she sniffles a little as she wipes at it with the back of her hand, letting out a heavy sigh that reflects the way her heart feels right now. She's sure that she's in shock, and also just really upset and sad and scared about everything. She could really use one of Santana's hugs or kisses right now, or just her reassuring words, but Brittany doesn't even know where to begin with that whole situation.
She jumps slightly when someone tentatively knocks on her window and then loses her breath a lot when she turns to find Santana gazing at her in concern. She's mostly taken back by how incredibly pretty Santana looks, even in just simple everyday lounging clothes. It shouldn't surprise Brittany anymore really, but at the same time it's nice to know that the feeling of being rendered breathless by Santana isn't going to go away anytime soon.
Brittany blinks a few times and takes a deep breath while Santana smiles softly at her before she opens the door.
"Baby I am so sorry," Santana immediately coos as she leans into Brittany and brushes her lips softly against her cheek, "that was all just a misunderstanding." She continues to explain and Brittany nods sheepishly trying to ignore the way her heart is racing and aching at the same time.
"Are you okay?"
It takes a few seconds before Brittany slowly shakes her head, and Santana brushes a hand through silky blonde locks before she places a succession of light butterfly kisses across the skin of Brittany's face, ending by planting a kiss to the corner of her mouth.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
After a moment of thought, Brittany shakes her head, "Not really," she admits, her eyes still cloudy with tears, she lets out a shaky breath but starts to slowly relax in the comfort of Santana's presence, giving her everything she'd been hoping for only minutes ago.
"I just, at first I though I had the wrong house and then I thought that maybe you had another special friend, and then I almost got hit by a car and I was just so nervous about how to handle it all and then I-"
Brittany is interrupted by the pressure of full lips against her own, her eyes weren't focused anywhere else but her lap a second before it happened, but as soon as Santana is kissing her, blue eyes are sliding shut and her worries are being put on hold. Santana's lips slip against Brittany's so tenderly that she's sure that this could be a dream if wasn't being anchored to reality by the fact that Santana's hands are also gently cupping her cheeks, her thumbs stroking softly against the skin just under her eyes.
"I'm so sorry that happened to you, but everything's okay now and you don't have to worry." Santana murmurs against Brittany's lips when they briefly pull apart. Brittany nods once before Santana lips are pushing into hers again, this time with more pressure. It's blissful and warm until suddenly Santana's pulling back again.
"Wait, you almost got hit by a car?"
Brittany smiles softly, "I wasn't paying attention, but I'm okay now." She says before leaning in to kiss her girlfriend again, reveling in the notion that she can feel Santana smile into it.
They only break a way a few minutes later when a car drives by behind them and a wolf whistle is echoed out the window. Santana's eyes immediately turn hard as she shifts into defensive mode, but Brittany's lips against her cheek help to calm her back down.
When Santana turns back to face Brittany, she's smiling again, "You wanna know a secret?" she asks as she leans her forehead against Brittany's who nods enthusiastically, that hole in her heart almost completely mended by this point.
"I fall for you a little more everyday and sometimes if doesn't even feel like there's solid ground under my feet when I'm around you." Santana admits, and then her nose scrunches, "I meant that in a good way, as in your what grounds me and-"
Brittany interrupts Santana's rambles this time with a kiss and giggles against her lips as she pulls back, "Me too." Is all she has to say and Santana's eyes are sparkling again.
She watches as Santana steps back from her but takes her hand and tugs softly, "Want to come back and meet my annoying, but well meant, friend Quinn? I'm sure she will apologize profusely and then probably ask you a million questions but, it could be fun."
A mega-watt smile stretches across Brittany's face.
"I'd actually really like that."
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Santana's house is still warm and cozy and smells really nice as Brittany walks through the front door, her hand still firmly clasped in Santana's. Not that she was expecting it to suddenly feel or smell different, she just likes the way that she can tell what kind of a day Santana's been having based on the scent that lingers in the air.
When she's calm and relaxed its warm vanilla, peppermint, or fresh baked cookie smell, if she's stressed and needs the relief she'll burn citrus and patchouli or sea breeze, and when she's feeling really…happy, Brittany always smells jasmine or Italian orange, which coincidentally happens to be the very same scent that she smelt the first night her and Santana were together.
A flush pinks Brittany's cheek as her mind briefly thinks back to that night.
She clears her throat subtly and breathes in the smell of vanilla that lingers throughout the entryway and into the living room, and then Brittany comes face to face with the blonde woman from earlier. Okay, so she didn't imagine her, but she had kind of forgotten about the whole thing for a moment.
Santana squeezes Brittany's hand and they make eye contact briefly before the shorter woman speaks up, "Brittany this is one of my friends from high school, Quinn Fabray, she just moved back to area from graduate school at Yale." Santana explains and then turns to face the woman she just referred to as Quinn, "And this, Quinn, is my girlfriend Brittany Pierce."
Brittany's heart still flutters uncontrollably as she hears those words leave Santana's lips. Girlfriend. It's still an amazingly awe-inspiring thing to hear and be referred to as. She tunes back into the present as she sees Quinn reaching out her hand cordially. Brittany jerks forward quickly to meet Quinn's demur handshake, noticing the way the other woman winces slightly as Brittany grips a little firmer than intended.
Her parents always told her it was good to have a firm handshake, but this Quinn woman seems like a delicate flower in that regard. Brittany shrugs to herself after the handshake is over, a warm genuine smile on her face.
"My apologies about earlier Brittany, Santana hadn't informed me that you would be joining us so early."
"Oh that's because she didn't know," Brittany explains, smiling at Santana when brown eyes turn to look at her curiously, "I wanted to surprise her." She adds and doesn't miss the look of adoration that blossoms across Santana's face. Brittany's heart flips again.
"You're amazing Britt, sorry that Quinn had to be such a bitch and close the door on your face."
Quinn's mouth gaps at Santana's words, as Brittany tries to suppress a giggle.
"That's okay, I'm really glad you came to find me. Again."
Santana smiles, "Me too."
"Okay, you two are almost nauseatingly cute so how about we all sit down and enjoy a pleasant conversation before I drown in your happiness."
Brittany doesn't mind all too much that Quinn has interrupted her and Santana, not when Santana is still looking at her like she is, so she simply shrugs and nods her compliance. Santana's eyes gaze at her for a second longer before she turns them back to Quinn.
"Fine we can talk, but if you're so much as kind of get overbearing, I'm kicking you out so I can enjoy the rest of my evening with Brittany by myself." Santana warns, winking in Brittany's direction before she amends her statement, "On second thought, I might do that anyway so just hurry up and ask what you've gotta ask."
Santana settles down on the sofa and tugs Brittany down to sit next to her, their hands still entwined and as they rest upon Santana's lap and Quinn takes a seat in the chair perpendicular to them.
Hazel eyes study Brittany for a moment, and she shifts slightly uncomfortably under the gaze, hoping that Quinn isn't some kind of psychic or anything that can sense certain things, otherwise her other surprise for Santana could get kind of awkward.
"So Brittany, why do you dress like a guy?" Quinn gets right into it.
Brittany blinks once at her and glances at Santana as she says, "Umm…" but is quickly rescued by Santana.
"Britt, you don't have to answer that." She says squeezing Brittany's hand, "Just ignore her more ridiculous questions. Undoubtedly, there will be more than a few."
Quinn glares in Santana's direction, even as Brittany is nodding her understanding, and then continues her questioning with a slight eye roll, "Where are your parents?"
This one's an easier question that Brittany can definitely answer, "Oh my parents live in Santé Fe, New Mexico." She says smiling. She notices as she glances towards Santana that her girlfriend is wearing a matching smile.
"Any siblings?"
"I have one brother, his name is Brett. He's 3 years older than me."
Even though Quinn seems to accept her answer with a nod, she still gazes at Brittany skeptically, "And you are…?" she asks but trails off . Brittany blinks in confusion until Santana pats her hand on her lap and presses a kiss to her cheek while she explains.
"She's asking how old you are babe." Santana whispers softly to Brittany who feels her cheeks pink slightly before Santana is turning back towards Quinn, "And she just turned twenty three in May."
Brittany notices the way Quinn's well-maintained eyebrows raise as she releases an "Uh huh, I see." Before those scarily sharp hazel eyes flicker back over Brittany critically, "A younger woman than this time Santana?"
Santana rolls her eyes, "Barely and that's all that you're allowed to say on the matter." She curtly informs her friend before turning back to Brittany, "Britt, would you like some hot chocolate?"
That question sparks something within Brittany as she nods enthusiastically, "Yes please."
She watches Santana stand, bend over to peck her lips and squeeze her hand before she slowly starts walking in the direction of the kitchen, her eyes glaring in Quinn's direction, "Don't make me come back here and knock your fake teeth out like I did in high school."
Brittany's eyes bulge at Santana's words, but she observes Quinn's merely narrow as she lets out a "Haha, please. We'll be fine in here."
Santana glances once more in Brittany's direction, blowing her a kiss and shooting her a wink, which causes Brittany to grin silly and blush again, before she disappears into the kitchen.
The action is followed by a few moments of awkward staring as Brittany sits nervously and Quinn appears to analyze everything about her before the latter speaks up again.
"So, now that you and Santana have committed on a formal level, I suspect you'll be taking the next step." Quinn is then asking and Brittany finds herself trying not to fidget in nervousness at her words. "I probably don't have to tell you, Santana and I go way back, she's one of the few friends I can actually still stand, so if you hurt her just know that briefly in my high school career I had pink hair, a tattoo, I smoked and was part of an all girl gang."
Brittany blinks a couple times at Quinn before her mouth just opens and starts blurting out words, "Lord Tubbington smoked and then joined a gang one time. But I think it was more for attention than anything else, he wasn't really cut out for it all in the end and eventually had to give it up."
She's not surprised when Quinn simply looks at her in astonishment.
"Okay now, here is your hot chocolate baby," Brittany hears Santana say as she steps back into the room, holding out Brittany's mug for her before taking the seat next to her again. Santana leans in and presses a kiss to Brittany's cheek, and slides her hand into her free one as she gets settled next to her on the sofa again.
Santana turns towards Quinn, "So now what were you talking about?" she inquires.
"Quinn has a tattoo." Brittany deadpans while blowing into her hot chocolate before taking a sip and smiling at both the taste and the fact that it's the perfect temperature. Santana always gets it right. Brittany really likes that.
She hears Quinn sputter briefly from her side of the room, and a giggle pops out of Santana's lips causing Brittany to smile wider. Santana's giggles are one of the best sounds ever.
"Oh yeah, Ryan Seacrest, you get 'em Fabray." Santana jokes and Quinn scoffs as she reaches out to shove her.
"Whatever Santana."
The three of them dive into easy chatter after that, Brittany happy to watch the way her girlfriend laughs and jokes and smiles as she squeezes her hand during the duration of their conversation.
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After several hours of pretty entertaining conversation, Brittany watches as Quinn stands from her chair after a brief glance at her eloquent wristwatch.
"I should probably head back home. I still don't know the roads that well, and I wouldn't be surprised if my roommate's about five minutes away from calling missing persons on me."
There's not much that occurs during the time that Quinn prepares to leave and then actually does besides a few goodbyes and friendly smiles. When Santana finally closes the door behind her and turns back to Brittany, there's a coy smirk on her face.
"Want to watch movie with me?"
Despite the fact that Brittany briefly considers why she arrived at Santana's house earlier in the first place, she finds it hard to say no to something like spending quality time with her girlfriend. There's always next time for sexy times, right? She nods and a few minutes later they are settled on the sofa together watching a movie, Santana leaning closely into her side.
Only about half way into the movie does Brittany realize that she's starting to doze off.
Not because the movie or especially the company is in any way boring, but rather she finds that the earlier events of the day have caught up to her and are making her particularly exhausted. As her eyes slowly start to drift closed, Brittany feels a pressure upon her lap and snaps them back open to see Santana slowly climbing onto her leg.
Santana settles herself down so she's turned to the side but cuddled into Brittany's chest, her face tucking into the crook of a pale neck.
Brittany smiles and shifts just enough to wrap her arms around Santana, briefly forgetting the existence of something strapped between her legs but realizing that Santana's definitely noticed it when the other woman perks up a little and turns to her with a surprised, but delighted smile.
"Baby," Santana whispers, her eyes darkening as she looks at Brittany, "did you wear something special for today?"
A blush, unseen in the dark but still there, spreads across Brittany's cheeks as nods, albeit sleepily, and the proceeds to answer Santana through a yawn, "I thought that I would come over today and surprise you because it's been a while since we've really gotten to…you know…get a little…wild?"
The last word is whispered as more of a question, her brow scrunching up as she thinks about it. Santana giggles and cups her cheek, leaning down to brush her lips softly against Brittany's, "You want to get wild with me Britt?" she husks and Brittany smiles while nodding as enthusiastically as she can.
Santana chuckles again before pressing her lips to Brittany's forehead, "How about we sleep tonight, you'll still have it tomorrow, and we'll have the house all to ourselves. I'll have you all to mine." She proposes noticing the way that Brittany's enthusiasm is layered with a haze of exhaustion, even if Brittany's trying to hide it as best as she can.
Brittany frowns a little at her girlfriend's apparent change in subject before she feels Santana draw her pouting bottom lip between her teeth and suck on it, sending a shiver through her body.
She finally relents to Santana's suggestion and starts to lift herself from the couch, lifting the smaller woman up and into her arms as well by situating her arm one under Santana's knees and two around her back. Thankful that she's actually able to carry Santana like this, and giggling lightly as her girl lets out a tiny squeal as she lifted.
She carries Santana in her arms like that to the TV where she proceeds to shut everything off before she walks over to the door and ensures that it's locked, Santana holding on to her by wrapping her arms around Brittany's neck. When she gets to the bedroom, she sets Santana to her feet and is momentarily stunned by the way the shorter woman leans flush against her, tilting up on her tiptoes to capture Brittany's lips in her own and kiss her for a passionate second.
"It's really sexy when you wear this to surprise me," Santana husks in Brittany's ear as her hand runs teasingly just under the band of Brittany's uniform pants, "and I can't wait until we get to use it tomorrow." She finishes with a punctuated kiss to Brittany's earlobe before she turns and struts to her bathroom.
After she's properly collected herself, Brittany follows after Santana and takes the proffered change of sleep clothes and uses the extra toothbrush Santana gave her a few nights ago.
Minutes after, harness free, Brittany climbs into the bed behind Santana and cuddles up to her girlfriend, wrapping her arm around her waist and pressing a wet kiss to a bare tan shoulder as she brushes Santana's long dark hair out of the way and the kisses the nape of her neck.
Santana shivers slightly under the attention, but pushes back into Brittany's body as she sighs in content.
"Goodnight Britt." She whispers and squeezes Brittany's hand closer to her chest.
"Goodnight San." Brittany murmurs back before they slowly start to drift off into slumber.
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Any thoughts? Suggestions? Want to share your favorite candle smell with me? I personally find that vanilla and cinnamon are very nice. Thanks again everyone, see you next time!