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"Mmm.. San.. Ooh.. That's so good.."
"You like that, Britt?"
"Yeah.. That is so damn good.. Mmm.."
"Want more?"
"Yes, please.. Oh my god, you're incredible!"
"Britt, you've got to stop that. You're turning me on here." Santana raises an eyebrow at a moaning Brittany who's sitting by the kitchen counter, eating her heart out.
"I can't help it. This is really good! Where did you learn to cook stuffed shrimp like this?" Brittany says before taking another bite of the piece in her hand.
"MasterChef. From that hot blonde girl I was rooting for from the past season." Santana quips as she takes a shrimp and moves towards the blonde perched on the counter, positioning herself between the girl's legs.
"Is she pretty?" Brittany looks at her with a slight pout and Santana smirks at the girl's reaction.
"Not really. You're prettier by a mile, babe."
Brittany blushes and leans towards Santana, putting her arms around the girl's neck. "Really?"
"Definitely." Santana grins and closes the gap between them. She puts her hand on Brittany's right cheek and pulls her closer, deepening the kiss. Brittany smirks and pushes it further by swiping her tongue on Santana's, making the latter moan in pleasure.
"Britt.. Bedroom.. Now." Santana mumbles in between kisses.
Brittany pulls away and laughs at the brunette. "Not when you taste like Sebastian, San."
"Sebastian?"
"You know, like the Under The Sea guy from the Little Mermaid?"
Santana chuckles and grabs another shrimp for Brittany to eat. "Sebastian is a crab, baby."
"Oh, is he? My bad. But you still won't get to have your way with me. Yet." The blonde winks and eats the shrimp given to her.
The brunette smiles and takes this as a moment to talk about something that has been bothering her for a while now. "Uh.. Britt, what do you think about us going public?"
Brittany's head turns to the side and looks at the girl in front of her anxiously. "Like, with the media and paps knowing about us?"
"Yeah?"
The dancer pouts. "I don't know, San. Everyone in the label probably knows about us and that's okay. But the paps? They're kind of bad people sometimes. They try to invade everyone's privacy all the time and they don't know when to quit. What if we don't get to enjoy our dates anymore? That would be bad."
The brunette lifts her chin up. "Hey, it's okay if you don't want to. I understand."
"Really? Don't get me wrong, San. I would love to show you off. I mean, I'd love to make out with you outside of the dressing rooms, grope you in public since I suppose that would be fun, and tease you in a whole other level on set with all those people watching but right now, I just really want to enjoy our time together like this, you know. With no one watching our every move and talking about us all the time when we're acting like silly teenagers who can't get enough of each other. We've been dating for only three weeks so far but who's counting? I just want you all to myse-"
An amused Santana pulls Brittany for a deep kiss to stop her rambling. After a few seconds of just kissing the other, they pull apart with big smiles on their faces.
"Now that I think about it, I'd love to keep you to myself right now and those amazing lovely lady kisses that's the best part of my day, which is like everyday. I mean, I get to have you during work and after work for a while now. Though you're kinda evil when you do tease me like that but it's pretty awesome."
"Aren't you quite the talker, baby?" Brittany utters and lays a quick one on Santana again who's smirking widely. "Oh yeah. Quinn called a while ago asking when she can finally meet you."
"And what did you say?"
"I told her that I'd ask you first and that we'd have to see with the whole label filling your schedule to the brim thing."
Santana nods. "That's right. Tell Quinn that I can't wait to meet her though."
Brittany smiles and thinks about bringing up something she's been wondering for the past few weeks already. Well, she really doesn't have anything to lose and there's only so much self-control she can do to prevent herself from speaking up. Might as well go for it.
"San?"
"Yeah?" Santana looks up with a smile on her face.
"Uhmm.. W-What are we? I mean, are we like, casually dating? Or more like exclusively dating?"
The brunette bites her lip. "Like girlfriends?" Brittany slowly nods in response. "Well, I-"
Santana's phone suddenly rings, cutting her off completely. The brunette sighs and looks at the gadget to see Sugar calling her while Brittany motions for her to take it.
"Really sorry." Santana tells her as she picks up the phone. "Hello?.. Yeah, I'm with her.. Well, I'm kind of in the-.. No, we're not having sex.." The brunette huffs while doing a quick glance at Brittany in front her who's looking back curiously. "Fine. Don't believe it.. Sugar, I'm kind of on a date right now.. No. I don't want to!.. But- And- Fine. Be there in a while." She adds as she hangs up the phone immediately after.
"What's wrong, baby?" Brittany holds the singer's chin up.
"Sugar wants me to come over at the label right now to re-do some parts of 'Santa Baby'"
"Then you have to go, San."
"But I don't want to go. I want to eat shrimp with you and binge on House of Cards like we planned. It's not everyday we get to have a free pass like this. I mean, it's going to take me an hour or two out there. Can't I be a diva once in a while?" Santana grins devilishly.
Brittany chuckles. "Not tonight. I'll be here when you get back, it's my apartment after all. Just do what you have to do first."
"'Do', huh? Well, I don't think she's putting out anytime soon so there's nothing to 'do'." Santana smirks and receives a slap on the arm from Brittany.
"Lopez! Who is this girl?" The blonde exclaims, returning the girl's smirk. They laugh for a bit before Brittany climbs down from her spot on the kitchen counter. She surprises Santana by lifting her instead and placing the brunette on the counter then pulling her closer for a long kiss.
"Don't take too long or I really won't put out anytime soon." She adds with a wink as soon as they pull apart, leaving Santana dumbfounded by the kitchen.
They didn't have sex that night but it was still pretty amazing. They just cuddled and watched House of Cards until the wee hours of the morning. Eventually passing out on the couch with their bodies stuck to each other like glue and big smiles plastered on their faces.
A crazy week has passed since they had that talk of keeping their 'thing' under wraps. It's working perfectly, actually. It's proving to be a good decision so far because they still get to enjoy their alone time with each other while their privacy still being highly valued. It's the first time since that night that they'd actually get to spend the night in again after working nonstop. Everything's been pretty hectic and this little break is just what they need. Well, Santana thinks that maybe they'll finally get to talk about what this 'thing' between them actually is.
"Hey San, are you on your way here?" Brittany singsongs over the phone.
"On my way, Britt. Just finished picking up those donuts you've been craving for from 10th ave." Santana utters with her phone resting on her shoulders while signing an autograph for a kid.
"Aww.. You didn't have to. That's so sweet of you! Thanks, San."
"Nah, it's okay." Santana grins from ear to ear as she exits Dunkin' Donuts only to be ambushed by a few men with big cameras outside the shop. The smile on her face instantly disappears. Fucking shit. She can't do anything but sigh as she wears her handy shades for situations like this.
"Uh-oh. Paps?"
Santana groans and looks down when the men start taking pictures of her like crazy. "Yeah. Talk to you later." She mumbles under her breath, careful not to let the men hear her words.
"Santana! Santana! Look right here!" Bastard #1 exclaims which the brunette ignores.
"Santana, is it true that you're dating a dancer?" Bastard #2 asks making Santana look up for a second. "Sources say that this dancer has a dark past. That she left her bride on their wedding day. Can you confirm that?" The man adds and Santana disregards him as she continues walking much faster to get to Brittany's apartment while the bastards follow her.
"Come on Santana, don't be so stingy. Give us a name!" Bastard #3 exclaims and almost hits Santana's face with the camera. Just a little bit more of this shit and she'll probably go all Lima Heights on them. But she's a celebrity now and everyone's eyes are on her. So, no choice but to keep it in.
"Aren't you afraid that she'll do the same to you? She left her bride so what makes you think she won't do the same to you? Do you actually think she'll stay with you? Anything we can write on?" Bastard #2 exclaims.
"Can you comment on anything, Santana?" Another man asks.
"Santana, this mystery dancer is she a part of your entourage? Maybe she's only with you because you're a celebrity then leave you broke after divorcing you. You can never know what those gold diggers and whores are up to. Any comment?" Bastard #2 adds and shoves the camera directly into Santana's face and this time, hitting the brunette on the forehead.
With one deep breath and growl, Santana's had about enough. "Aw! Fucking shit!" She pushes the camera away from her face. Bastard #2 stumbles on his footing and falls down while the others continue on taking photos of her. By now, Santana's lost all her patience and just wants to get where she needs to be right now. The brunette runs the remaining three blocks, leaving the men behind.
As she journeys the remaining distance to Brittany's apartment, her mind unconsciously goes on repeat with regard to the paparazzi's words.
She left her bride so what makes you think she won't do the same to you? Do you actually think she'll stay with you?
Brittany couldn't do that. She's too precious and kind to Santana. Brittany will never do that or abandon her. Won't she? Well, Santana's ex-fiancée left her, so maybe Brittany can too? The blonde left her bride on her freaking wedding day! In front of all those people when she was just about to say 'I do'! Now shit just got real, they're only human after all. But Santana can't doubt her. These past few weeks have been nothing but amazing. Or maybe this 'honeymoon phase' is just muddling her mind and distracting her from the reality of it all.
Doubts. Doubts. Doubts.
Santana never really thought about it before but now that those bastards mentioned it, it's all that's running in her head for the past few minutes. The brunette snaps out of it and finally arrives in Brittany's apartment building. After a taking a breath, Brittany buzzes her in and is now taking the lift up to the blonde's apartment.
Maybe Kurt's right, maybe everything's too good to be true. Fate doesn't just give you a free pass and it's suddenly happy every after for everyone. No, it can never be like that. It's too easy. What if Brittany leaves her? That after three years, they meet again only to be pulled apart later. Brittany doesn't really have a good track record, as far as she knows. Wait. She can't think about it like this. Those paps are just giving her something to doubt about Brittany. She can't let it get to her.
Ding!
The sound of the elevator reaching her desired floor makes Santana jump. She clears her throat and clutches the paper bag in her hands tightly as she gets out of the elevator.
What if they were right? The last thing that she'd want is for someone to leave her again. The hurt that she felt before is just too much for someone to bear again. Santana hates to admit it, but she doesn't know if she can handle it this time around. She got through it once but she's not so sure if she can go through it again with someone like Brittany.
Santana takes a deep breath and walks the few steps towards Brittany's apartment. After a moment, the brunette comes face to face with Brittany's door and finds herself frozen and unable to knock. She closes her eyes for a moment to clear her thoughts.
She left her bride so what makes you think she won't do the same to you? Do you actually think she'll stay with you?
Fuck.
And in a moment of fear and cowardice or whatever it is that you want to call it, she takes one last deep breath and walks away, leaving Brittany's favorite donuts by the door.
A week has passed and Santana still hasn't talked to Brittany.
Brittany feels like being tortured. Santana has been ignoring her for a complete three days already and she's going crazy on how to go about talking to the girl. The blonde's confused because as far as she knows, she really hasn't done anything wrong. Or maybe that talk about them being 'girlfriends' is what did it. It's killing her because she just wants to see Santana and talk things through. Dammit. She likes Santana a whole damn lot. Honestly, Brittany wants nothing more right now but to hear an explanation and kiss Santana for a long time.
On the other hand, Santana has been deliberately making an effort in ignoring her and all of the blonde's attempts to talk to her. Santana even turned off her phone after Brittany's been dropping calls every half hour for the past few days. Good thing she's been doing interviews and singing her ballads only, which means that she doesn't get to see Brittany or perform with her. Plus, she's been in LA for the past week so that's nice because she doesn't need to go home and won't have to face Brittany knocking on her door or waiting for her outside her apartment. Well, maybe. It could be a possibility.
Santana feels extremely guilty though because she can just imagine how confused and hurt Brittany probably is right now. Oh, the blonde must be doing the pout too. Oh no. Santana thinks that it's probably for the best if they would go their separate ways in the end. It's kinda like fast forwarding to the inevitable.
Maybe. Now she's not so sure because it's killing her. Argh! She misses Brittany so bad. Wrong move. Wrong fucking move. The brunette thinks that ignoring Brittany has been the biggest mistake she's done in her life so far and with how dedicated she was in ignoring the girl? Santana's so sure she's lost the dancer by now. Oh, the regret! Santana's not a blonde but she feels so fucking stupid. And what other way of knocking some sense into her other than dropping by at her bestfriends' place for a good 'ol reality check.
Rachel and Kurt enters their apartment to see the lights open. They look at each other with fear in their eyes and grab a nearby object as a weapon to use against whoever it is who's inside their apartment. They walk slowly with their backs toward each other and survey the living room and kitchen to see no one there. However, they see a pot on the stove and some food on the table with wine.
"Porcelain, Man-Hands, what the hell are you doing?" A raspy voice exclaims from Rachel's bedroom.
Kurt and Rachel jump in surprise and follow the voice to see Santana looking weirdly at them with a raised eyebrow.
"Santana, what are you doing here? What are you doing in my room?" Rachel utters after catching her breath for a few seconds.
"I went to take a nap after preparing dinner. You should hide that vibrator, you know."
"Santana, that's private!" Rachel blushes.
The singer shrugs. "I could ask the same about you and Kurt. You see food on the table and you're holding your freaking heels for self-defense?" Santana rolls her eyes as she approaches the dining table.
"How did you even get inside? Aren't you supposed to be in LA or at home?" Kurt interjects.
"Wow. Aren't you guys so excited to see me? I can feel it shining through." The brunette sarcastically remarks.
"It's not like that, Satan. We're just surprised to see you here because you don't usually come over to do dinners like this." Kurt adds.
"I agree. What's wrong, honey?" Rachel voices out as they all take a seat by the dining area.
"What? Can't I just have dinner with my two less-hated people in the world?" The singer fake grins but the looks she's receiving makes her know that the jig is up on this one. Santana sighs and bites her lip to admit defeat. These are her bestfriends, after all. She really can't compete with how good they know her. Might as well come clean.
"I-I've been kinda ignoring B-Brittany.." Santana trails off through gritted teeth while trying not to make eye contact.
"What?! Why?!" Kurt and Rachel cries out simultaneously.
"What did she do?!" Rachel asks with wide eyes.
"I swear, Satan. If she did something to you, I will-" Kurt says before being cut off.
"No! Calm down, the both of you. I-It's not her fault. It's.. the other day, these paps were hounding me and-"
"Made you doubt about your thing with Brittany?" Rachel squints her eyes at Santana who nods her head once while pursing her lips.
"What did they say? Do they know her?" Kurt chimes in as he grabs a celery stick to eat.
Santana sighs deeply and shakes her head. "They said that if Brittany ran away on her wedding day when she was just about to say I do, then what makes me think that she's not going to leave me sooner." She finishes with her head hung low.
Kurt and Rachel stare at her for a few seconds before giving each other a knowing look while pursing their lips.
"Okay. Santana. So, this is about you being afraid to take the plunge with Brittany because of her past and your own." Rachel concludes for everyone.
Santana thinks it over for a minute before nodding. "Yeah. I-Is that so bad?"
Kurt leans towards Santana and squeezes her arm. "No, honey. It's perfectly understandable."
"Yes, Santana. It's okay. But is that the only reason?" Rachel says.
"I don't know. What if she pulls that act again? I mean, we're not even girlfriends yet! Maybe? I-I think I'm overreacting or it's the fear of commitment but I've never liked someone like this before. Seriously. I bought her donuts! I've never done that for anyone before."
"So, you like her?" Rachel asks with a grin.
"I do. I really do."
"Then go get the girl." Kurt says.
"B-But I can't-"
"Satan, there's no need to be afraid. Surely Brittany has had the same thought as you when it comes to your reservations but look, she's still pining over you. She is, isn't she?"
Santana bites her lip. "Yeah-"
"Then go for it, Santana!" Rachel exclaims. "You see, in the game of love we need to do some risk taking too. Clearly this girl's crazy about you as well based on your stories and add the fact that she's all you actually talk about. However, we really haven't met-"
"I get it now, Berry." Santana huffs but sends a wink down Rachel's way to let her know she appreciates it. Somehow. "So, both of you think that she genuinely likes me?"
"Well, even though you're kind of a bitch sometimes and I kinda find that hard to imagine, yeah." Kurt comments but grins nonetheless.
Santana rolls her eyes and lightly chuckles. "So, I'm just freaking out over nothing?"
"No, it's not 'nothing'. It's a normal and legitimate fear that shouldn't hold you back on your romance with Brittany." Rachel mentions with a quick squeeze on Santana's legs.
"So, I should talk to Brittany and tell her how I feel?" Santana says anxiously.
"Yes!" Kurt and Rachel exclaim in unison.
Santana nods and grins. "Alright. I'll go home and call her then-"
Kurt holds Santana down by her arm when the brunette motions to stand up. "After dinner, sweetie. You prepared this amazing dinner and we've barely seen you for almost a month since you and Brittany hooked up. So, you're staying then meet the girl after." Kurt adds and Rachel nods in agreement.
"We need to meet her already!" Rachel chimes in.
Santana sighs exasperatedly before sitting down again. "You will if I ever fix this with her. And for the record, we haven't slept together yet and the both of you should get a lock on that fucking sliding door. This is Bushwick, for fuck's sake." Her bestfriends laugh at her statement before they start eating their dinner.
"There's the Santana we know and love." Rachel adds and Kurt chuckles.
"Oh, you guys. Thank your stars that I have love for you both. And no, I won't admit it in public. Ever."
"Okay. Deep breaths. Tell her the reason why you've been MIA. Maybe even apologize." Santana mumbles to herself as she walks down the remaining steps to Brittany's apartment building. She had the cab drop her off a block away so she can walk and think things through, even feeling some people taking a glance at her along the way because she probably looks like an idiot talking to herself like this. Or more like create a script for her talk with Brittany.
The brunette climbs the few steps to the apartment building's front door and rings for Brittany through the intercom. She takes one deep breath before she hears that soft voice she's been missing for the past week.
"Hello? Who's this? I'm not expecting someone and also kind of in the middle of something. So.." Brittany trails off.
"U-Uh.. Hi, Britt. It's S-Santana." Santana blurts out nervously. Her heart beats faster though when she hears no reply after the first few seconds. She clears her throat and decides to go on the line.
"I know that I haven't been exactly nice to you these past few days and I've been avoiding you but I just want to talk things over. I-If you just let me explain.." Santana pauses and looks down in defeat when she still hears nothing. "I'm sorry if it's unexpected. I'm probably ruining your night as it is already so I'll just go and—"
To Santana's surprise, Brittany buzzes her in without any words. She does a little happy dance in her head knowing that the first step is over. All that's left is to get it right with Brittany.
The brunette fixes her dress as soon as she arrives in Brittany's floor. For good measure, she pops in a tic tac while walking slowly to the blonde's door. "Okay, you got this." She mumbles to herself.
The door opens to unveil Brittany in her PJ's and her hair in a bun looking confused and curious with Santana's presence.
"Hey, uh.. come in." The blonde tells Santana who do as the girl says.
The brunette comes in and settles herself in the middle of Brittany's living room, looking around as if it's the first time she's seen the place.
Brittany crosses her arms and stands in front of Santana, waiting for her to speak. "It's not like it's the first time you've been here."
Santana whips her head around and looks at Brittany. "Yeah, we've had a few memories-"
"Why are you here, Santana?" Brittany utters exasperatedly.
Santana looks down and sighs before looking back at the blonde. "I'm sorry, Brittany. I've been terrible to you, leaving you up in the air like that for the past week and basically avoiding you in every possible way. I want to explain myself, okay? Please listen to me." The brunette bites her lip and closes the gap between them. Brittany looks down and avoids the girl's gaze, looking distressed.
"Last week, I was hounded by the paps and they told me some stuff that got in my head and just scared the hell out of me-"
"What did they say?" Brittany cuts her off.
"I-I.." Santana contemplates about not telling her those hurtful things. But after all this time, she knows that the blonde deserves to know the truth. "They told me that I shouldn't expect for you to stay and that you'll leave me soon because-"
"I jilted my ex-fiancée at the altar?" Brittany raises an eyebrow. Santana stares at the girl and sees the blonde looking angry and hurt at the same time. She nods in answer.
Brittany shakes her head and sighs deeply. She walks past Santana and into the kitchen to get herself a glass of water. The singer closes her eyes for a second and follows the girl. "Brittany, I don't care about that anymore, okay? I'm mistaken and I've never been more wrong." She walks over behind Brittany and spins her around.
"Look, Britt. I like you. I really do. I'm sorry if I ever doubted anything but I'm over that now. I'm sorry for treating you like that." The singer says with her eyes trained on Brittany.
"My past is in the past for a reason, San. I won't leave you. I just hate the fact that you ran away from me instead of talking to me about it. That's unfair."
"I know, Britt. I'm really sorry. I guess that's the thing, I was afraid that you'll leave me." Santana looks down.
"So, this is what it's all about? I thought that you avoided me like the plague because you didn't want to have the talk."
"What? No! That's all there is. This, between us, just scares me a whole lot because it's the first time I've felt this way about someone for a long time. And if they were right and you'll leave me then-" Santana rambles on but Brittany cuts her off with a kiss on the lips.
"I won't, baby. I'm sorry if I ever did something to make you doubt what I feel about you and this thing between us."
"No. I'm sorry, Britt. Please forgive me." The brunette sighs.
"I do, San. Now stop thinking about all those negative stuff, okay? All that will ever matter is us and nothing else."
Santana nods and grins for the first time since arriving in Brittany's apartment. "The media doesn't know who you are yet, you know. But I really couldn't care less and I'm done with hiding because I really want to show you off to everyone. So, can this 'thing' between us be official now?"
Brittany squints her eyes at the singer with a big smile. "Like girlfriends?"
"Yeah, exactly like girlfriends. I would really love to call you my girlfriend, baby."
The butterflies in Brittany's stomach flutter like crazy the moment those words came out of the singer's mouth. "Okay then. Cool." She leans closer again and kisses Santana, much deeper this time.
"What were you doing before I was here?" Santana mumbles when she pulls apart from Brittany.
"Just binge-watching Orange is the New Black while eating my tv dinner."
Santana chuckles at her girlfriend and pulls her in for another kiss, this time more intense. She grabs the glass from Brittany's hands and rests it on the counter. The brunette runs her hands all over Brittany and the latter reciprocates by grinning and leading Santana to the bedroom.
"Bed?" Santana mumbles through the kiss.
"Optional."
"Wait. You do like me too, right?"
Brittany chuckles and smirks as she lifts Santana effortlessly towards the bedroom. "How about I just show you, San?"
Santana squeals when Brittany throws her on the bed. The brunette pulls her closer for a passionate kiss while sneaking her hand under Brittany's shirt and caressing those wonderful abs. She goes one step further by removing the girl's bra and tugging on those PJ's aggressively while doing wonders inside Brittany's mouth with her tongue. Santana sits upright and pulls apart from Brittany to remove both her shirt and bra, unveiling her perky breasts in all its glory while she just stares at it excitedly.
"You look like a kid on Christmas Day, San." Brittany comments with a smirk as she swiftly removes her girlfriend's clothes, as well as her own.
"Oh, it is Christmas for me, baby." Santana adds and surprises the blonde by sucking on those wonderful boobs then flicking those nipples with her tongue which makes Brittany moan in pleasure.
"O-Oh. Fuck." Brittany practically screams when Santana touches her where she needs it the most and actually stays there for a while, making her go crazy.
"Mm.. You're so wet, Britt." Santana mutters under her breath when she removes her mouth from her girlfriend's breast. She applies more pressure on Brittany and holds the blonde by the waist for support.
"F-Fuck.. Y-Yeah! Right there, San." Brittany shouts while trying to catch her breath.
Santana smirks upon seeing Brittany losing herself like this. So, without any heads up, she enters a finger inside Brittany, making the blonde gasp for air as she shoots forward and put her arms around the singer's neck.
"Oh.. Fuck!"
Santana nods and her face scrunches up in trying to double the effort on going in and out of Brittany. She pulls the blonde closer, who's basically straddling her right now, to kiss her and ends up doing it lazily as they try to catch their breaths as well. Santana takes it as a moment to enter another finger inside Brittany making the latter whimper directly into Santana's mouth. Brittany can't help but moan out loud with how good Santana is in working her up. She even finds herself riding those damn magical fingers while digging her nails deep into the singer's back.
"C-Close.." Brittany whispers into Santana's ear.
Upon hearing that, Santana smirks as she proceeds to go deeper and faster inside Brittany, barely letting the blonde catch her breath in between the screaming and moaning. Santana holds Brittany closer to get better leverage and soon enough, she feels her girlfriend slowly tighten around her fingers and those nails on her back are probably going to leave a mark with how deep they are right now into her skin. After a moment, Brittany's hold on Santana tightens as she shakes against her uncontrollably while whimpering in pleasure.
Santana smiles as she helps Brittany come down from the high while kissing her slowly and passionately.
"You okay, baby?" The brunette asks as she brushes some of Brittany's sweaty hair away from the girl's face.
"Mm.." The blonde replies, looking extremely tired. Santana chuckles at how cute her girlfriend looks right now.
"Sleep?" Santana asks her as she kisses the girl on the temple while slowly removing her fingers down there, eliciting a little moan from Brittany as she does so. The latter shakes her head in answer.
"Five minutes.. Couch.." The dancer mumbles and Santana laughs.
"Well, maybe we could after you-" Brittany cuts her off by pushing her on the bed and holding the brunette on both hands above her head, looking quite the seductress as she smirks.
"Your turn, San."
Santana wakes up with the biggest grin on her face.
She wakes up a little before noon after spending all night last night just having mind-blowing sex with Brittany. If only she knew it was that good then she could have pushed doing it with her a little earlier. Much earlier. They actually fell asleep because of those unbelievable orgasms and the plain fatigue of going at it relentlessly everywhere in the apartment. Everywhere.
And now, being the sweetheart that she has become, Santana stops staring at Brittany's angelic face and gets up to go and prepare breakfast for her girlfriend to surprise her. Girlfriend. Such an awesome word. The brunette puts on Brittany's loose shirt over her head and doesn't bother to wear any more clothes as she walks out of the bedroom.
"I, I love you like a love song, baby. I, I love you like a love song, baby!" Santana singsongs as she searches for a pan and gathers the ingredients for some pancakes.
"Oh my god, Britt! I cannot believe that cab driver I got on the way here. He yelled at me because it was a bit traffic and went on throughout the whole ride about how people in New York are mean to him like that. It's not my fault that there's traffic everywhere and for the record, I am not a shrink. I could barely handle my own shit sometimes. Ugh! So stressful!" A blonde woman who could pass off as Brittany's twin sister enters the apartment, completely oblivious to Santana's existence while going through a few mails in her hands.
"Britt? Britt, are you home?" The woman shouts. As soon as the mystery woman looks up, she sees Santana looking like a deer caught in headlights behind the kitchen counter, covering up her lower body.
"Uh.. Hi?" Santana awkwardly smiles and waves like an idiot. The blonde raises an eyebrow with her mouth open and eyes wide in surprise.
"Y-Yeah. Uhmm.. Britt's still.." The brunette fake grins and points to the bedroom, looking awfully red and embarrassed to be caught in a position like this. And to add more insult, with no freaking underwear on.
The blonde woman shakes her head and waves her hand in disregard. "Yeah! It's fine. I just didn't actually expect someone else to be here right now."
"Oh! Well, uhmm.. Would you like some breakfast while waiting for Brittany to wake up?"
The woman chuckles and shrugs at the same time. "Sure, why not? Maybe I could help you."
"Cool. But maybe let me wear some decent clothes first?" Santana does another fake grin and the blonde woman laughs. "I'm Santana, by the way. I suppose you're Quinn?"
"Yeah. I know who you are. But I'm not Quinn." The woman grins and comes over across Santana's spot then holds out her hand for the singer to shake.
"I'm Becca. Brittany's younger sister."
Hohoho! So, I'm having a bit of a dilemma whether or not to extend the story for a bit. I can add two more chapters but that's about it. Lemme know what you guys want because if not, we're down to the last two chapters.
Don't forget to review this one out! Looking forward to hearing from all of you! :)