A/N: Hey sorry for the late update, life/work has been busy. I started another fic so if you want, check that out. I will try and update both as often as possible. Thanks for reading, reviewing, you guys are the best! I hope you enjoy this chapter and that it lives up to expectations *insert winky face here* Let me know what you think.
Chapter thirteen.
Santana remembered thinking the date would be perfect. She's not a very superstitious person but she's certain she jinxed their date by imagining how well it would go. She pulled the blanket hanging over her shoulders further around her body and willed herself to stop shivering, although she couldn't. She felt Brittany's worried and apologetic stare imprinting into the side of her face, Santana ignored it, and instead turned the heater up in the car as far as it would go.
It was a disaster from the beginning. The plan was, Santana would pick Brittany up after school on Wednesday afternoon (because Brittany can't drive with her broken foot.) Brittany would direct Santana to the location their date would take place and then they'd spend the afternoon together with everything absolutely perfect. It was a good plan. A great plan in fact, well it would have been if everything went the way it was supposed to.
Santana walked down the corridor of William McKinley High. A permanent smile had graced her face all day. She was so excited for her date this afternoon with Brittany and was excited to see what they'd be doing and where they were going. It was her eighteenth birthday this weekend as she was sure this was going to be the best week ever.
She walked into the girl's bathroom to re-apply her make-up and fix her hair. She wore it out today slightly wavy and was glad when Coach Sue didn't call an emergency cheer practice at lunch time like she had the last few days especially as she wasn't even wearing her uniform today. She was dressed in blue denim jeans, a white top with her favorite leather jacket over it. She checked herself out once more, pleased with the results. She opened the door to leave only to find heavy set, Azimio Adams and a few others from the football team waiting for her.
She rolled her eyes and tried to walk past them.
"Where do you think you're going?" Azimio smirked and blocked her path.
Santana shuddered but didn't show that she was unnerved by the gathering trapping her from leaving.
"Move your fat ass Azimio before I move it for you." Santana bluffed.
The group just laughed and gathered closer to her. She backed away from them until her back hit the bathroom door. She thought about going back inside, the boys would wait for her but eventually get bored and leave. If it was any other day that's exactly what she would do except she knew Brittany would be expecting her for their date. "I got you a present though."
Santana's eyes flickered to each of the boys smirking faces. "Yeah?" She asked hesitantly knowing not to trust anything about Azimio apart from the fact he was bound to be a total jerk.
"Yeah. It's a gift from me to you and your freaky friends in Glee club."
Azimio pulled out a cup filled with red slushy that he had been covering inside his letterman jacket. Santana's eye's widened and she flinched as she realised what the gift was. Before she had time to turn and run back into the girl's bathroom she felt sticky ice hit her face and then ooze down her neck. The icy chunks as cold as snow and scratchy like gravel. Santana stood still in shock, her mouth gasping as more red slushy dripped down her body. Azimo and his football friends laughed and shared high fives before leaving the stunned Latina to wallow in her cold circumstances. Santana winced as the ice slipped over her sensitive skin.
The girl's bathroom sink was filled with red dye as Santana washed as much Slushy as she could from her face, neck and hair. Her white shirt was stained red and she had managed to get the ice off her jacket. Her hair was ruined, her clothes were too. She slumped against the basin and felt the threat of tears prickle her eyes.
Not only did the slushy mark her clothes but also her pride.
Once she had recovered from the shock, she found herself sitting in the car outside Brittany's apartment. She considered going home to change first but she was already running late for their date and didn't want the blonde to worry.
It wasn't long before Brittany hobbled out of the door with her crutches and a picnic basket. She was wearing a big fluffy overcoat, a maroon sweater, dark blue jeans and a bright yellow scarf. she put her crutches and the basket on the back seat and sat in the passenger seat of Santana's car.
"I'm going home to change." Santana stated.
Brittany looked at Santana's shirt and frowned. "You can wear some of my clothes?"
Santana sighed and nodded. Brittany gave her the apartment key so she didn't have to get out of the car and go back and forth with her crutches. Santana ran quickly into the apartment and threw on a white top, similar to the one she was already wearing, except this one didn't have a red stain down the front. She paused briefly revelling in the feel and smell of wearing Brittany's clothes. It made her heart swell. She quickly locked the apartment door and ran back out to the car.
Brittany smiled approvingly at her choice of top before they started to head off in the direction of their date.
"You got slushied?" Brittany asked sympathetically.
"Fucking Azimio and his team of dickhead followers." Santana muttered angrily.
"But you're like a popular cheerleader, I thought they only Slushied people like Rachel." Brittany said puzzled at the thought of why Santana was now being the target of bullies.
"Guess I'm a loser just like the rest of them now." Santana sighed.
"None of you are losers Santana," Brittany said and smiled as she watched the Latina drive. "The Glee club has this stigma attached to it about being band geeks and outcasts but I think it's where the super talented, special, amazing people go. The people who are going to make it, reach their dreams and leave the rest of us behind in Lima."
Santana looked from the road to the blonde and gave her a grateful smile. "You're going to make it too Britt." Santana assured her.
Brittany looked out the window and watched as the scenery flashed past them. "I'm not so sure anymore." She said in almost a whisper.
Santana rested her hand on Brittany's knee and gave it a faint squeeze. "You'll be dancing in no time. I'm sure of it."
Brittany gave her a weak smile and then continued to look out the window.
They had been on the road for about an hour. "Take a left here." Brittany said as they were approaching a turn off.
They followed the road and parked in the small car park which was lightly covered in snow.
"You really should have chains for your tyres." Brittany said as she hopped out of the car to get her crutches and the basket out of the backseat.
"I do, they're just at home." Santana said a little anxiously hoping they wouldn't get stuck when they were leaving. "Where are we anyway?" Santana asked zipping up her jacket. This place was cold, like really cold.
"You'll see." Brittany smiled excitedly.
Santana was curious and happy to be going on a date with Brittany but she couldn't help but wish they were somewhere indoor where it was warm, not trudging through snow and freezing their tits off.
They walked along a small trail, Santana carrying the picnic basket while Brittany was awkwardly trying not to slip over with her crutches.
They reached an open space, Santana gasped as she looked out onto a large lake guarded by pine trees and surrounded by a thick layer of snow. "It's beautiful." Santana said, the grumpy feeling from being so cold leaving her slightly.
"Just like you." Brittany winked. Santana looked away bashfully.
The blonde swung her way over to an arrangement of logs around a burnt out campfire. Santana followed and sat the picnic basket down on the log that wasn't as covered in snow as the rest. Brittany opened the basket and pulled out a tarpaulin. She dusted the snow off the log and spread the tarp along it.
She then pulled out a blanket and laid it over the tarp so it wouldn't be cold when they sat down.
"Wow, you're freaking Mary Poppins with that basket." Santana chuckled, she wondered if Brittany would pull out a fire place next.
Brittany just giggled and took a seat, she pulled out ingredient to make S'mores which made Santana smile wider and take a seat next to her.
"Uh," Brittany began nervously. "I kind of didn't know it would snow this much, the wood is too wet to start a fire. Are these ok instead of S'mores?" She asked holding up a packet of goldfish.
"They're perfect Britt." Santana smiled, she felt herself swoon a little at how cute Brittany was being.
"We can always go back to mine later and make S'mores anyway." Brittany offered.
"Ah, so that's your plan." Santana smirked. "Trying to get me back to yours on the first date." She feigned shock and swatted the blonde playfully on the arm.
Brittany shook her head and rolled her eyes.
They sat for a while, eating goldfish, taking in the view and swapping stories. Santana thought this was more sweet and romantic than she could have ever planned. The cold made them huddle close and Brittany took out another blanket and wrapped it around the both of them. Santana was still trying to figure how Brittany managed to pack so much into it.
"I bought a thermos of hot chocolate." Brittany said after they had finished eating. "Except I forgot the cups so we'll have to share it out of the bottle, sorry." Brittany looked at the Latina worriedly and chewed on her bottom lip.
"It's fine." Santana smiled and snuggled closer into Brittany's side.
They talked about glee club, Lord Tubbington's not so strict diet and ways they could prank Rachel Berry.
"Take a walk with me?" Brittany asked timidly. Santana loved this side of the blonde she was used to seeing Brittany confident without a worry in the world but this afternoon Brittany had been shy and nervous and it made Santana's heart bloom. She was head over heels for the girl.
Santana stood up and helped Brittany stand. They walked over to the lake, it wasn't quite frozen over yet.
"I would hold your hand but, you know, crutches and everything." Brittany said.
Santana shook her head that it was Ok.
"So, even though things keep going wrong, this has been the best date ever." Santana mumbled. She really was terrible at expressing her feelings through words.
"Well duh," Brittany winked.
Ugh that wink again.
"Have you heard from Hannah lately?" Santana asked curiously. She had felt weird ever since Hannah had opened Brittany's door a few days ago. She felt her stomach twist and her heart pang at the thought.
"Santana," Brittany sighed, the smile she'd been wearing faded. "I thought we went through this."
"Yeah, I know, we did. I'm not jealous or anything." She lied. "I'm just asking is all." Santana shrugged and hoped Brittany bought the casual tone in her voice.
Brittany let out another audible sigh. "She came over this morning."
"She what?" Santana almost yelled, she felt rage boiling inside her, it made her quickly forget about how cold she was. Why couldn't Hannah just stay away?
"I thought you weren't jealous or anything?" Brittany asked raising an eyebrow.
"I'm not, I just don't know why she won't leave you the fuck alone or why you didn't tell me."
By now they had come to stop on their walk. Brittany just watched as Santana began to rant, it was in English at first but then it slowly turned to Spanish. She was pacing and Brittany was quite taken a back at this side of Santana. She couldn't understand what Santana was saying but she knew it wasn't nice things. She really didn't think Hannah visiting her to check on her was really worth all the drama Santana was making it into. Brittany couldn't help but wonder if this was Santana being Santana or if it had to do with her age and not being ready for a mature relationship. She shook her head at the thought, she didn't want her doubts to follow them on their date.
"Enough Santana, you're ruining our date." Brittany yelled to get over Santana's bilingual ranting.
Santana stopped and looked up at the blonde. Her eyes widened and she suddenly felt guilt grip her stomach. "Sorry, it's just, who does she think she is?"
"Someone I shared my life with for several years." Brittany shrugged obviously yet nonchalant.
Santana frowned and stormed back in the direction of the car. She could hear Brittany calling after her but she was too mad to care. Yes, maybe she was being a little irrational, borderline unreasonable but she didn't appreciate the way Brittany refused to see thing from her point of view. Why did she always have to take Hannah's side? After all, Hannah wasn't the best girlfriend to her. She marched closer to the lake and slipped on a rock covered in ice but regained her balance ungracefully. She stopped as she caught her breath from the fright of nearly falling and looked out across the water. Brittany was right, she had just ruined their imperfectly perfect date. And she didn't know how to make things right.
Brittany approached out of breath, "Sorry," She began, "I should have told you she came over but you are being ridiculous." She said, her voice sounded tired. She reached for Santana's arm but Santana pulled away. The movement caused her to once again lose her balance except this time she didn't catch herself. Brittany scrambled at the air trying to catch her but she wasn't quick enough either. It all felt like slow motion to Santana even though she knew it only took seconds. She felt herself falling, she saw the dejected and worried look in Brittany's eyes as she tried to reach for her. And then everything froze as she gasped and felt her body being submerged in icy water, next it was her head. Everything stung and burned and ached, all the anger in the world couldn't warm her right now.
She felt two strong arms pull her out just as quickly as she had fallen in. She gasped.
"Shit, Santana, shit." Brittany's voice was shaky and panicked. "I'm so sorry." She said as she ungracefully started to pull Santana's wet, freezing clothes off. Santana stood there in shock. She couldn't move but her body was violently shaking for her. This was so much worse that getting a slushy to the face she thought.
Brittany had taken Santana's jacket, top and jeans off. Santana wasn't sure why she was standing in her underwear, now was not the time to take things to the next level… although maybe that would warm her up…? Brittany had taken her own coat, scarf and sweater off. She began trying the Latina with her sweater as fast as she could. The air almost felt warm as it nipped at Santana's body.
Brittany put her fluffy jacket around the Latina and rubbed the girl's arms to warm her up. She wrapped the scarf around Santana's neck and gave her a quick hug before, "Quick we've got to get back to the car or you'll get hypothermia."
Santana could barely move but somehow she managed to walk to the campfire site where Brittany wrapped the two blankets around her. They then proceeded to the car where Brittany opened the driver's side door for Santana to get in. The blonde turned the keys so that the heaters would turn on. She closed the door and went to collect Santana's wet clothes and the tarp and picnic basket.
Santana's body and mind were still in shock. She had never been so fucking cold. The blankets and the car heater were beginning to work but she felt as if she'd never be warm again.
Brittany put the things in the boot of the car and returned to the passenger seat. She pulled Santana into her and rubbed her hand up and down the girls back and arms.
They stayed like this for several minutes as Santana felt herself slowly thawing out.
"I'm so, so sorry." Brittany kept muttering in the Latina's ear as she helped warm her. "This is all my fault, I'm so sorry."
"S…Stop… apolo-logising…" Santana managed to get out through her trembling, blue tinged lips.
"Sorry." Brittany said earning a glare from the Latina.
They sat in silence until Santana was warm enough to drive.
She started the engine and pushed on the accelerator, the wheels spun and flicked snow but they didn't move.
"Fuck we're stuck." Santana groaned frustrated and still shaking. "There's no way I'm going back out to dig us out. I'm still freezing my fucking ass off."
"It's ok, I will." Brittany said reaching for her crutches.
Santana felt bad for making Brittany dig out their bogged wheels, especially seeing's as she was practically a cripple and she was only in a t-shirt because she used her own clothes to dry and warm Santana. But hey, the blonde practically knocked Santana into the freezing lake, there had to be some justice.
Brittany got back in the car, she was now shivering too. Santana tried accelerating again but it was no use, they were stuck.
"This is what I was saying about the chains earlier." Brittany mumbled.
"I know." Santana said gritting her teeth. Why was everything going wrong? And why was Brittany reminding her how useless she was.
Brittany took out her phone and called Sebastian to save them, while Santana texted her parents that she was doing homework at Quinn's and would be home later than expected, she then texted Quinn to ask her to cover for her once again.
Sebastian said he would be a few hours because he need to collect some chains and a tow rope and it was a long drive to where they were.
Santana remembered thinking the date would be perfect. She's not a very superstitious person but she's certain she jinxed it by imagining how well it would go. She pulled the blanket hanging over her shoulders further around her body and willed herself to stop shivering, although she couldn't. She felt Brittany's worried and apologetic stare imprinted onto the side of her face, Santana ignored it, and instead turned the heater up in the car as far as it would go.
"I know I'm not supposed to apologize anymore but can I just say one more thing?" Brittany said in a small voice.
"What?" Santana snapped clenching her jaw. She was so cold and she was mad that their date had turned into a nightmare… or possibly a horror movie because it was starting to get dark. Her patients was wearing thin, it was little to none… Ok it was none.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you about Hannah, it's just I knew how you'd react," Brittany began rambling. "I can't control when she turns up or anything she does but you just have to trust me. Trust me like how I trust you. I know you're young and you have every right to be jealous, I probably would be if I were in your position and your ex was going over to your house but I just need you to trust me."
Santana sighed. "I do, I just, I don't know, I can't explain it. I guess I'm more jealous of the fact that she had you before I did. She knows everything about you and I'm still learning, she's touched you in ways I can only imagine and woken up staring at your beautiful face every day and I guess I just am jealous of what she had with you." Santana frowned. Was she actually talking about feelings?
Brittany shakes her head. "She doesn't know everything about me, well not like you do."
"She doesn't?" Santana asked.
"Well not really, I mean she knows the facts. My favorite cereal is lucky charms, I love cats, I'm a dancer and I'm a photographer in my spare time." Brittany continued. "But she doesn't get me like you do. I would say things to Hannah and she just wouldn't understand where I was coming from, she wouldn't even try. But with you, you get me Santana."
Santana smiled and leaned over to hug Brittany. The blonde hummed and whispered another apology.
"I'm sorry too. I overreacted, I knew I was but sometimes I just get so mad that I can't stop even if I know I'm wrong, you know?"
Brittany smiled and nodded. She held out her pinky finger. "Truce?" She asked.
Santana hooked her pinky around Brittany and giggled. "Truce." She whispered.
They sat and hugged each other in silence before Santana broke it. "It's my eighteenth birthday this weekend and still haven't planned a thing but you're invited."
Brittany chuckled. "Thanks. Now I'll have to think of what I'm going to get you."
Santana turned her head so she was staring up into Brittany's eyes. "Do you know what I want?" She asked.
"Nope, what?" Brittany asked smiling down into Santana's deep, hooded brown eyes.
"You." Santana said, her voice low and scratchy.
Brittany laughed. "You have me."
"No," Santana said and licked her lips. "I mean, I want all of you." Brittany visually gulped.
Santana sat up from leaning into blonde's side and shrugged off the blanket and towel she had draped around her so she was just sitting there in her underwear. She felt Brittany's eyes on her and she climbed over to the blonde's seat and threw a leg over her so that she was straddling her.
"What are you-"
"Shhh." Santana pushed her lips onto Brittany's they were both still so cold. Brittany began to kiss her back and soon they were breathing heavily and making out.
Brittany pulled away. "We can't. I thought you wanted to take things slowly?"
"We're both freezing Britt, this will help. Plus I really want to show you how much you mean to me."
"Here though?" Brittany said looking around.
"Why not?" Santana shrugged. She was nervous, she'd never had sex with a girl before and she wasn't sure what she was doing but all she knew was the moment felt right. So right. Brittany was perfect and Santana wanted to show her how much she was appreciated (and loved.)
Brittany ran her hands slowly through Santana's dark hair until she was cupping the back of the Latina's neck. She pulled the girl back onto her lips and Santana took that as a 'yes,' they were really going to do this.
Santana blindly reached down the side of the seat, making sure she didn't break the kiss with the blonde. She pulled the leaver and the seat flung backwards. Brittany and Santana following. It was laid back enough so Brittany was basically lying on her back on a slight incline and Santana on top of her.
"Your skin is so cold Brittany said as she traced a hand down Santana's spine from her hair line.
"Warm me up?" Santana asked lustfully.
Brittany laughed and told her that was cheesy.
They continued making out, lips sliding on lips, tongues touching tongues, hot breath mixing as they broke away to take a breath. And Tingles, so many tingles.
Santana pulled at the hem of Brittany's shirt and pulled it upwards, Brittany arched her back to help and then put her arms up as Santana pulled the item over her head and tossed it somewhere near the driver's side.
"Wow," Santana breathed as she looked down at the taut dancer's body. "Just, wow."
Brittany blushed. "You can't talk, you have the hottest body ever. When you fell in the lake and I had to take your wet clothes off, I kind of wanted to stop and take the sight in but then again I didn't want you to die."
"Well I'm glad you chose my life over your vagina." Santana said sarcastically.
"It was a close call." Brittany giggled, Santana sighed at the sound.
Santana leaned down and pressed her lips firmly onto Brittany's.
Santana hands came up to cup Brittany's cheeks as they continued to kiss, while Brittany's were staying fairly still on Santana's bare back.
Santana pulled back. "You can touch me wherever you want." She said looking into Brittany's lustful eyes.
The blonde let out a shaky breath. "Are you sure you want to do this now? I just want you to know there's no pressure, I'm happy to wait until you're ready."
Santana dropped her hands to the blonde's shoulders and gently rubbed the skin over the ends of her clavicles with her thumbs. "I am ready."
Brittany nodded. She lifted her hand from Santana's back and place them on the Latina's thighs that were straddling her own. Santana sat up a little and watched. Brittany let her hands run up the Latina's soft, darkened skin and slowly made her way up the side of the girl's waist, her ribs and stopped hesitantly at the sides of her bra covered breasts. She felt nervous, for some reason it felt like the first time. Which she thought was silly because she'd had sex plenty of times with a woman, it was Santana who hadn't and yet she was awkwardly staring at Santana's bra and frightened of boobs. Boobs that looked amazing, perky, round and soft and so intimidating.
"It's Ok." Santana whispered bringing the blonde out of her thoughts.
Brittany took a breath and closed her eyes to compose herself. She needed to get her confidence back. She opened her eyes and met Santana's dark brown one's staring back at her, wanting. Brittany started to caress Santana's breast over the material of her bra.
"Mmm." Santana moaned closing her eyes and throwing her head back in pleasure. Brittany squeezed her thighs together at the sound that found its way to the pulse point between her legs.
"Kiss me San." Brittany whispered. Santana opened her eyes and smiled at the blonde's request. She leaned down and kissed her. Brittany took advantage of the position and moved her hands back behind Santana so that she could unclip the bra. As she unclipped, the straps fell down Santana's arms and the Latina removed it quickly without breaking the kiss.
Brittany cupped the girl's breasts, she felt butterflies and unicorns and gay rainbow's (rainbows can be gay, they can be whatever they want) at the feel of Santana's body. She ran her thumbs over Santana's perky nipples causing the Latina to hum against her lips.
"I knew it." Brittany mumbled into the kiss.
Santana lifted her head and Brittany's dropped her hands, her eyes directed themselves straight to the Latina's chest. "Knew what?" Santana smirked.
"Perfect boobs." Brittany responded with a lopsided grin.
Santana smiled and shook her head. "Your turn."
Brittany looked into Santana's eyes, they were filled with want and a glint of playfulness but there was also something there that made Brittany feel safe. She reached behind her back and unclipped her own bra with one hand not breaking eye contact with the girl sitting on top of her. She removed it and flung it somewhere behind her. She watched as Santana's eyes dropped to her chest, her lips were slightly agape, her breathing was heavy but her facial expression was hard to read. "Are you ok?" Brittany asked.
"Wha- Yeah," Santana breathed out shakily.
"We can stop at any time." Brittany reminded her, she really didn't want to rush the girl or make her uncomfortable in anyway.
"No it's just, I wasn't expecting that." She husked.
"That I had boobs too?" Brittany furrowed her brow in confusion and tilted her head a little.
"That I was so gay. Like really gay. Like I don't think I've ever been so turned on in my life." Santana chuckled and then her eyes widened and her cheeks flushed as she realised that she had said it aloud.
Brittany smiled, tucked her hand behind Santana's hair, resting it on her neck and pulled her in for another kiss. Santana shifted so she had one leg either side of Brittany's left thigh so that she could lay on top of her fully. They both gasped as their bare breasts met and pressed into one another. Their kiss became heated once again and they began rocking into one another trying to find some sort of release from the build-up burning and pulsing between their legs.
Brittany ran her hands down the side of the Latina's body until she got to her hips. She tensed her thigh and pushed Santana's hips down onto it. The slight incline of the seat helped their position. Santana gasped and broke the kiss.
"Sorry." Brittany quickly apologized thinking she had moved too quickly.
"No it felt good," Santana whispered. "Really good."
Brittany pushed down on the Latina s hips again, the brunette let out a moan and shuffle slightly backwards so she had room to lower her head to Brittany chest. She took Brittany's nipple into her mouth and let her tongue swirl around the pebbled nub. This time it was Brittany who let out the moan of pleasure. Santana still wasn't sure what she was doing but she was going off her instincts and the knowledge of her own body. She moved her head to Brittany's other breast and lightly dragged her teeth against the nipple. Brittany groaned and rocked her hips up. Santana continued to suck and lick at Brittany's breasts while her hand trailed town the dancers amazing abs to the tops of her jean. Brittany's moans encouraging her own need. She popped the top button and pulled down the zipper. She let go of the nipple in her mouth and looked into Brittany's hooded, now darker eyes. The blonde was panting heavily and Santana felt her arousal at the sight pool between her legs.
Santana sat up and lifted her hips, so she could tug down Brittany's jeans, the blonde helped because it was kind of awkward with the lack of space the car provided. She looked at the girl laying underneath her and her breath caught. Brittany was seriously so beautiful, everything about her. Santana's heart was thumping fast against her chest, probably like the sound of a field of galloping horses. She had long forgotten about their fight or her adventure into freezing water, it was just her and Brittany and everything they were about to do and feel and express.
Santana gazed for a while longer into Brittany's eyes, they seemed to give her the extra courage she needed. She placed her right arm next to Brittany's head, giving the blonde a kick peck before cupping her hand over the Blonde's panties. Brittany gasped and then moaned at the touch.
"Santana Lopez are you topping me?"
"I think I am." Santana replied her voice uneven.
She pushed her hand firmly over Brittany's clit and started rubbing circles.
"Oh." Brittany groaned
"Am I doing Ok?" Santana asked self-consciously.
"So Ok," Brittany whined and clenched her eyes closed. "So good."
Santana smiled and watched Brittany's face as she wound the circle harder and tighter.
"God." Brittany said as she lulled her head back. Santana was overwhelming her with pleasure but a part of her wanted to make sure Santana was feeling the same as well. She needed to touch Santana too. She opened her eyes and whimpered at the sight of Santana basically kneeling over her, in just her panties and rubbing her clit.
She cupped the Latina's face with one hand and pulled her to her lips. She let her free hand trail down Santana chest, detouring to trail a path around Santana's hard nipples and tracing her way down tensed abs to Santana's underwear. She hesitated for a moment, but then Santana broke their kiss and started kissing and nipping at the blonde's neck. That gave her the extra spark of bravery she needed to dip her finger under the Latinas underwear and run her finger through slick, wet folds. Santana paused both her hand rubbing Brittany clit and the kisses to the blonde's neck. She let out a squeak as she rested her head in the crook of the blonde's neck, her heavy breathing prickling Brittany's skin and spurring her on.
Brittany ran her fingers through the brunette's folds a few more times. Santana lifted her head from Brittany's shoulder, her face was flushed and Brittany was quite pleased that she had seemed to warm Santana up.
"Show me." Santana whispered lowly. Her face serious and her voice sexy and grainy. "Show me what to do."
Brittany nearly came from the look in Santana's eyes alone. She just nodded and continued running her fingers along Santana's clit, except this time Santana slipped her fingers under the hemline of the blonde's underwear and began to do the same. Brittany's eyes widened in surprise.
"Mmm so wet." Santana murmured. She rested her forehead against the blonde's.
Brittany teased a finger at Santana's entrance and the Latina did the same at her own. It was becoming really hard to concentrate. She ran her fingers firmly through the girl's folds before thrusting her middle finger into Santana.
"F-fuck." Santana gasped at the unexpected movement and it took her a while to reciprocate. She pushed her finger into Brittany and was surprised at how easily it allowed her in. Inside Brittany it was, wet and warm and so, so silky smooth. Her eyes widened when Brittany began pumping her finger up and down inside of her and then adding a second. Santana began to do the same, her movement slow and staggered, because what Brittany was doing felt so damn good. Better than she'd ever felt with any guy. She added a second finger into Brittany and they both began a steady rhythm.
Santana leaned in to kiss Brittany to muffle their moans as they rocked into each other. The kiss however, just ended up with them panting hard against each other lips.
"So close." Brittany whined, her words disjointed and ragged.
Brittany started to rub Santana's clit with her thumb as she kept pushing her fingers into Santana. Santana once again did the same sending Brittany over the edge with a strangled moan. Santana watched the blondes face as her whole body seemed to be overcome by the orgasm, her cheeks were flushed pink and her mouth shaped in an 'o' form. It was stunning and beautiful and left Santana feeling breathless. Once Brittany had stopped seeing stars and come down from her high she continued to pump her fingers into the Latina. Santana felt her lower stomach tighten as pleasure rippled through her, she moaned Brittany's name and arched her back. She collapsed against the blonde. Sloppily kissing the blonde on the lips.
It was almost dark. They laid silent together, the only sound was their breathlessness and the sound of the heater still warming the air around them. Their tired sweaty bodies, exhausted by overwhelming pleasure. Santana Laid on top of the dancer who was lazily tickling her back. Santana was holding onto her like she would somehow get up and walk into the snow, never looking back. She has never felt so vulnerable, she'd never felt so close to another person, not her friends not even, Finn, Puck or the other guys she had slept with. She had just experience her first real orgasm and it dawned on her that she definitely wasn't broken or unable to love like she had thought only a couple of months ago. It was terrifying but it was confirmed in the passionate beauty of the moment they just shared, Santana was sure Brittany was the one, her soul mate.
"Are you Ok?" Brittany asked sensing the Latina stiffen at whatever she was thinking about.
Santana looked up at Brittany. Her heart felt warm and fuzzy and her body so connected to the blonde's. Santana couldn't stop herself, before she even had time to rethink it, it had slipped from her lips…
"I love you."
