The next few days were pretty tense. Quinn managed to have the penthouse ready in four days. By the fifth, Brittany had already moved all her stuff to her new place.
Only a selected few knew about the sting operation for fear that Artie would somehow get wind of what was going on. Even Sugar hadn't written any articles on the robberies this past week. Brittany wasn't sure if it was because her source wasn't spilling any information or because she was afraid she'd mess up the investigation. Brittany suspected the former.
The week had been filled with nothing but work and getting the penthouse ready. Brittany had hardly seen Santana all week and she hated it. Their schedules and the investigation made it hard for them to make any time to see each other.
"We could meet like at 2 a.m." Brittany had joked the other night over the phone.
"As much as I want to see you," Santana said, "I'm pretty sure I'd just fall asleep on you. I'm so exhausted."
"Yeah, me too," Brittany had said, yawning.
She couldn't remembered how the conversation ended because she had fallen asleep.
On the third day, Brittany had finished packing up her old apartment and began to bring boxes to the penthouse. She knew she couldn't bring Lord Tubbington just yet and in truth she didn't want to. Not when it was so dangerous. She had called Tina to ask if she could babysit him until this thing blew over but it turned out Tina was allergic to cats. Her parents couldn't take him because they were on a Disney cruise to Mexico. So she called Kurt.
"I'd love to have him over!" Kurt had said, "Many people look at me and think I'm not an animal lover, but it's not true. I love animals."
"Awesome!"
Lord Tubbington was pretty mellow. He hated change but Brittany knew that by the end of the day he'd get used to Kurt and his apartment.
By the fourth day Brittany had managed to get her bed, dresser and clothes to her new room. She was almost done. All that was left was to put up some pictures and decorate the room.
And now, on this fifth day, she was able to finally spend some time with Santana.
"Where do you want this?" Santana asked holding a small box, entering Brittany's new room.
"Umm, you can put it on my dresser," Brittany said sitting on her bed sorting through her mail.
Santana placed the box on the dressed and then went over to sit across from Brittany on the bed.
"This place looks much better than the last time I saw it," Santana said.
"You like it?"
"Love it," Santana said with a smile, "But I do have one question."
"What?"
"Where is your cat?" Santana asked, "I've been dying to meet Lord Tubbington."
"Oh," Brittany began, smiling, "He's with Kurt. He agreed to keep him at his place while this whole thing blows over."
"With Kurt?" Santana asked, surprised, "Why? I mean I could have watched him."
"I didn't want to bother you. I'm just…I'm freaking out worrying about Quinn," Brittany began, "I don't want to add worrying about Lord Tubbington too. I mean, you've seen those movies. The bad guy always goes after the pet to send a message. I can't put Lord Tubbington's life at risk like that."
Santana was oddly moved by Brittany's worry for her pet. She looked like she was close to tears just imagining anything happening her her beloved cat.
"That's probably the sweetest thing I've ever heard," Santana said.
"Oh shut up," Brittany said, a small smile on her face.
Santana was so glad to finally be able to spend time with Brittany. Brittany had spent most of the her time with Quinn as she and Puck made Quinn's security their top priority. Santana had been busy helping try to dig up more information on Artie's background.
"I can't wait for this to be over," Brittany said, "We should have gone on our second date already."
"Yes we should have," Santana said.
"I'm sorry we couldn't make it to Sam's fundraiser," Brittany said.
"Me too," Santana said, "But he understood. Plus, there will be plenty of fundraisers for us to go to."
"Hope so," Brittany said, "Hey, thanks for helping me move."
"I told you I'd help you decorate," Santana said.
Both women were alone in the apartment.
"Have they installed the cameras yet?" Santana asked.
"Tomorrow morning," Brittany said.
Santana smiled as she edged her way closer to Brittany. Brittany dropped her mail on the floor.
"And what do you think you're doing?" Brittany asked, playfully.
"I need a break," Santana said as she got closer to Brittany.
"You just got here," Brittany said with a chuckle, "I think you've only moved that one box."
"It was really heavy," Santana said, "I really need a break."
"How long of a break?" Brittany asked, putting her arms around Santana's neck.
"Umm, an hour?" Santana asked, playfully.
Brittany brought Santana closer and gently placed a kiss on her lips. She was amazed at how wonderful Santana made her feel. She knew it sounded like a cliche, but when she was with Santana, Brittany felt complete.
Santana deepened the kiss and slowly leaned forward and gently pushed Brittany to lay on the bed, Santana on top. Brittany adjusted to make herself comfortable and Santana did the same.
Santana had missed Brittany the last few days. Even though they had seen each other at work, it wasn't the same. They couldn't find time to be alone. Santana hadn't thought it possible to miss someone you had seen daily. But she had. Santana loved the way Brittany made her feel. Every thing just seemed right with her.
Santana felt Brittany's hand slide down her back, down to the hem of her cotton T-shirt until Brittany's fingers made contact with her bare skin.
Santana broke their kiss, "Are you trying to get my shirt off?" she asked softly.
"Maybe," Brittany said, moving her hand up Santana's bare back, underneath the shirt, "I think I'd like to have that glance you offered in the locker room."
"You can have more than a glance if you want," Santana said. She leaned in and kissed Brittany again.
Brittany felt Santana's tongue thrust into her mouth. She moaned. Brittany managed to get her other hand down to the hem of Santana's shirt and used both hand to push the shirt up, up until it reached Santana's underarm.
Santana pulled back and allowed Brittany to take off her shirt.
Brittany saw and felt Santana's muscles as she took off her shirt and had never seen anything more beautiful. She almost couldn't believe she had a bra clad Santana on top of her.
"You're beautiful," Brittany said softly, as she cupped Santana's right breast.
Santana smiled, "Your turn."
Santana lifted herself off of Brittany enough to be able to reach and take off Brittany's shirt. Santana's breath seemed to catch in her throat when she saw muscled abs and arms.
"You're the beautiful one," Santana said, softly.
"Come here," Brittany said bringing Santana back to her.
Brittany knew it was too late to stop. She didn't want to stop. She wanted Santana. All of her.
"Wait, wait," Santana said, pulling back, a bit out of breath.
"What?" Brittany asked, worried, "You don't want to..."
"Oh I do!" Santana said quickly, "You have no idea how much. It's just that..."
"What?"
"What if Quinn and Puck come home?" Santana asked, "Let me at least close your bedroom door."
Brittany felt relieved, "It's OK, sweetie. They both have shifts until after six."
"Oh good," Santana said, glad that she wouldn't have to separate from Brittany. She looked at the clock, "So I guess that leaves us three hours…"
"Not enough time," Brittany said, with a grin,"But I'll take it."
Santana let out a chuckle as she went to kiss Brittany's neck, "We need at least a full night."
"Uh huh," Brittany said, her eyes closed. The feeling of Santana's mouth on her neck felt amazing. She felt Santana's hot tongue lick up to her jawline.
Santana wanted and needed to feel, taste all of this woman. She moved from Brittany's neck down to her chest, coming in contact with a barrier.
"How..about more of a glance?" Santana asked, motioning to Brittany's bra.
"Not yet," Brittany managed to say, "Pants first. You…"
Santana managed to find the strength to leave Brittany and stand by the bed. She unbuttoned her jeans and quickly took them off.
Brittany watched, almost in awe as Santana stood before her in matching black bra and panties.
"Santana…" Brittany whispered.
Santana bent down and unbuttoned Brittany's jeans and pulled them off.
"Looks like we shop at the same store," Santana said, seeing Brittany's own matching black panties and bra.
Brittany sat up and kneeled on the bed, in front of Santana.
Both women took a moment to look at the other, taking each other in.
"I," Santana began, "I meant what I said before. I don't want this to be a one time thing. Or some casual fling."
"Me neither," Brittany agreed.
"I want this…us to be a real relationship," Santana said, her voice a bit shaky.
"Me too," Brittany said, smiling, "I want that too."
Santana kissed Brittany feeling happier than she thought possible. Their kiss became frantic, each wanted more. Santana reached behind Brittany's back and unclasped her bra. She slowly removed it.
"This is the glance I wanted," Santana said, a playful smile on her face. She raked her eyes all over Brittany's bare chest. As if her hands had a mind of their own, Santana cupped both of Brittany's small breasts.
"Oooh," Brittany moaned and fell back on he knees.
"Perfect," Santana breathed.
Brittany reached behind Santana and unclasped her bra. Brittany moved the straps down Santana's arms, forcing Santana to remove her hands from Brittany's chest.
"Much better," Brittany said.
Brittany was sure she gasped. With Santana still standing and Brittany kneeling on the bed, her face was almost perfectly aligned with Santana's chest. Brittany took Santana's left nipple in her mouth.
"Oh God," Santana moaned, feeling like she was on fire, "Britt…"
Brittany suckled and played with Santana's nipple with her tongue.
"Fu..ck," Santana breathed out as she threw her had back and closed her eyes. The sensation of Brittany's mouth on her was intoxicating. She felt her desire throb between her legs.
Brittany let go of Santana's nipple with a pop.
Bras thrown to the floor, Santana laid Brittany down on the bed, their naked breasts pressed together as they kissed. Santana felt herself getting wetter and wetter. Her center screaming for attention.
"Santana…," Brittany breathed, the ache between her legs becoming unbearable.
Brittany wanted more of Santana. She reached down and slid her hand down Santana and found what she needed.
"B…," Santana breathed, as she felt Brittany's fingers where she needed them the most.
Brittany's fingers grazed Santana's clit and slid further down her slick folds, "You're so wet," Brittany said in between kisses.
Santana felt her whole body tense at Brittany's touch, an intense pressure building in her lower abdoman.
Santana moved her hand to torture Brittany in the same way. She slid her fingers inside Brittany's underwear and found that Brittany was just as wet as she was.
"Uh.. fuck," Brittany let out.
Brittany was trying to keep her eyes open because she wanted to see the pleasure in Santana's face. Wanted to see every expression, every furrow of her eyebrows, everything. But her eyes wouldn't stay open, they couldn't. Not when Santana's fingers were massaging her every inch of her dripping folds.
Both women explored each other, with their fingers, lips, tongues, every part of their body.
Santana was getting a little frustrated at the way their underwear was limiting them. She pulled away from Brittany and quickly pulled down her underwear and then did the same with Brittany.
"Better," Brittany said, finally able to open her eyes.
Both quickly resumed her positions and bit returned their hands where they needed them to be. Their strokes were slow at first but increased with each passing second. Breaths coming in fast, hearts racing, they pressed together wanting to be as close as possible.
Santana slipped two fingers in Brittany and increased her speed loving how easily she slid in and out.
"You fee…feel," Santana panted, "…so good."
Brittany forced herself to concentrate enough to also slip two fingers into Santana's hot, wet opening.
"Shit!" Santana almost shouted.
Brittany felt like her body was ready to explode. She increased her speed and moved her fingers in and out of Santana faster and faster.
Santana was trying to keep control but knew it was a losing battle.
Moans, grunts and heavy breathing filled the room.
"San…," Brittany tried to say, "So cl…"
"Ahhh," was all Santana could say.
Fingers and hands slick, the women continued to pleasure each other until…
"AHHH!" Brittany screamed, her orgasm coming suddenly and hard.
Santana followed soon after, equally as hard.
Santana collapsed on top of Brittany. Sweaty and spent.
After a while, their breathing returned to normal and Santana slowly rolled off of Brittany.
Brittany rolled to her side to face Santana. She smiled.
"I think I'm going to need another glance," Brittany said with a lazy smile.
Santana laughed, "You'll get plenty of glances."
Brittany placed a light kiss on Santana's lips and positioned herself to rest her head on Santana's sweaty chest. She licked the spot between Santana's breasts.
"Mmm, salty."
Santana chuckled and hugged her closer.
"We still have plenty of time," Brittany said as she caressed Santana's stomach, "They won't be home yet."
"Come stay with me tonight," Santana said, kissing the top of Brittany's head, "At my house. It'll be just us."
"I wish I could," Brittany said, "But with this threat against Quinn..."
"I know," Santana said, knowing that was the answer she was going to get, "You're a good friend and a good cop."
Santana gently caressed the top of Brittany's head. Her hair a bit wet from sweat.
"Thanks," Brittany said, "But after we catch this asshole…I'm spending a couple days at your house and we won't leave the bedroom."
"And don't forget you promised to cook for me," Santana said playfully.
"Sex and food," Brittany said with a light laugh.
"I can't wait," Santana said, hugging Brittany even closer.
"I'm sure Kurt won't mind watching Lord Tubbington a few extra days," Brittany said.
Santana laughed and kissed the top of Brittany's head again.
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They had spent most of the afternoon in bed talking and getting to know each other's bodies over and over. Brittany had never had a more perfect afternoon.
Santana wasn't sure how she would be able to leave this bed and Brittany. All she wanted to do was cuddle with Brittany and talk to her about everything and nothing.
Good Lord, she thought, since when am I a cuddler.
But she wasn't cuddling Brittany right now. Right now she was straddling her as Brittany sat up on the bed, her back to the headboard and knees up. Santana used the back of Brittany's bare thighs for support as she played with Brittany's hands.
"Maybe I should put curtains on these windows," Brittany said loving the way Santana's hands played with her own, "I kinda don't want to though."
"Then don't," Santana said intertwining their fingers.
"But like, what if someone is watching us," Brittany said, "Look at us, we're super naked."
"I see that," Santana said with a laugh, "And I personally think suits us just fine."
"What if someone is watching us though," Brittany said glancing at the large windows that took up most of the right side of her room, "I don't want someone perving on you."
"Jealous?" Santana asked playfully as she leaned forward and lightly kiss Brittany, never letting go of her hands.
"I just don't want people looking at you with binoculars," Brittany said, "I don't care if they see me walking around naked, I do it all the time."
"Wait, hold up," Santana said leaning back and letting go of Brittany's hands, "You walked around naked in your apartment?"
"Sure," Brittany said shrugging her shoulders, "I live alone. Well, lived. And it's not like Lord Tubbington cares. And not really naked all the time. Sometimes I'd just walk around in my underwear."
"You're not planning on walking around this penthouse like that are you?" Santana asked, "Not with Quinn and Puck around."
"Quinn's seen me naked hundreds of times," Brittany said.
"Has she, now?" Santana asked, not liking that bit of information at all, "Are you sure she's straight?"
"Jealous?" Brittany asked playfully.
"No," Santana replied not sounding to convincing.
"Quinn is straight," Brittany said with a smile, "Puck and I just like to tease her about making out with girls. Plus she's like my sister or something so it's no big deal. I've seen her naked hundreds of times too."
"OK, let's just stop talking about all the times you and Quinn have seen each other naked," Santana said crossing her arms.
Brittany smiled.
"What about Puck?" Santana asked narrowing her eyes, "Has he seen you naked hundreds of times too?"
"God no!" Brittany said, "He tried to sleep with me when I fist met him, but he has never seen the awesomeness that is my body."
"Hmm."
"I'm not going to walk around naked," Brittany assured as she ran her hands up and down Santana's bare thighs, "I'll only be naked in my room."
"Good," Santana said, "And maybe you should get curtains. You might be on the 15th floor but there could be some creeper with a telescope out there."
"OK," Brittany said.
Santana wanted to be the only one to get to see Brittany naked. It was surprising her just how possessive she seemed to be becoming when it came to Brittany. Not in a some psycho way, but strong enough to make her take notice. Especially when it seemed to be happening so fast.
"I promise," Brittany said sliding her hand up Santana's thighs to her waist, "You will be the only one to see me naked from now on. And Lord Tubbington."
"Good," Santana said uncrossing her arms.
"And the women in the locker room at work cause there's really no way around that."
Santana chuckled.
Brittany moved her hands up Santana's sides then moved to cup Santana's breasts.
Santana sighed.
"But that means," Brittany continued as she began kneading Santana, "I'm the only ones that gets to see you naked from now on."
"Only you," Santana said, as she looked into Brittany's eyes.
"Good."
Brittany leaned forward and kissed Santana's neck never stoping her motions. She felt like she couldn't get enough. She didn't want anyone else to see Santana this way. This Santana was for her eyes only.
When did I become the possessive type, Brittany wondered.
Santana tilted her head back to allow Brittany more access. She wrapped her arms around Brittany's neck to bring her even closer. She was sure she had had her fill of Brittany after an afternoon of making love to her but here she was, ready for round three.
"My walls are still bare," Brittany said into Santana's neck.
"So are mine," Santana said with a smirk, "But if you want to skip some waxing sessions, I'm totally down with that."
"What? No," Brittany said laughing, pulling back to look at Santana, "I mean you were supposed to help me put up pictures and stuff. Puck and Quinn will be here in like an hour and we got nothing done."
"Now that is not true," Santana said leaning back on Brittany's thighs, "I unpacked some of your toiletries and uh…and we got..umm."
"Exactly," Brittany said, "I'm supposed to be all moved in by tonight so that they can set up all the cameras tomorrow morning."
"Ugh, you're right," Santana said sounding frustrated, "This damn case is really putting a damper on our sex life."
"Come on," Brittany said, placing a kiss on Santana's collarbone, "Let's take a quick shower and then we can put up some pictures and clean up."
"Alright," Santana said, "But I can't promise I won't try to cop a feel in there."
Brittany just laughed.
They managed to shower and dress in just under 20 minutes. They still had about 40 minutes left before Puck and Quinn got home. Santana had indeed tried to cop a feel in the shower but Brittany quickly put a stop to it saying they didn't have enough time. Santana made a mental note to take another shower with Brittany as soon as possible. One that wasn't being timed.
"Can I borrow some underwear?" Santana asked wrapping a towel around her body, "You ruined the pair I was wearing."
"I ruined?" Brittany asked, surprised, also wrapping a towel around herself.
"Umm, yeah," Santana said, "You seduced me and my body reacted."
"You kissed me first," Brittany accused laughing.
"Look, let's just agree to disagree, OK?" Santana asked, loving this playful banter.
"Come on," Brittany said taking Santana's hand and leading her out of her bathroom and into her room.
Brittany went to her dresser and pulled out a pair of Donald Duck panties and gave them to Santana.
"Are you serious?" Santana said, holding the panties.
"What?" Brittany asked, "You don't like Donald? I have some Nemo ones if you like."
"Where is the sexy underwear like the ones you were wearing?" Santana asked.
"I haven't unpacked those yet," Brittany said pointing to a box in the far corner of the room, "But these are way more comfortable."
Santana felt a smile tug at her lips that turned into a full grin, "These are fine."
"Great. I'm going to wear the Nemo ones," Brittany said.
Santana put on the Donald Duck panties followed by her cotton T-shirt and pants. Brittany had opted to change into dark blue yoga pants and white tank top.
"Are Puck and Quinn all moved in," Santana said as she followed Brittany out to the living room.
"Yeah, they finished yesterday," Brittany said.
Brittany still had about three boxes full of her things sitting near the couch waiting to be unpacked. She grabbed one box while Santana took the other. Most of the items were just books, pictures and small knickknacks she wanted to place in her room or the living room.
They went back to Brittany's room and put the boxes on the now unmade bed.
"Are these your parents?" Santana asked as she opened her box and took out a large framed picture.
In the picture a woman with long blond hair stood behind a man with salt and pepper hair as she hugged him from behind. They were both smiling, happy.
"Yeah," Brittany said smiling, "Lisa and Paul Pierce."
"Wait, your dad's name is Paul Pierce?" Santana asked with an amused smile, "Like the NBA player?"
"Yeah," Brittany said, "But he had that name first."
"You look like your mom," Santana said, "Do they live in L.A?"
"Orange County," Brittany said taking out stuff from the box she had picked up, "They live in Anaheim. They both work for Disney."
"Wait, your parents work at Disneyland?" Santana asked, surprised, "That explains the underwear."
"My mom is a senior marketing executive for the park and my dad is the head of ride operations," Brittany said, "I can get free passes anytime I want."
"You just keep getting more awesome," Santana said.
"OK," Brittany said, "I'm starting to think you're only with me because of my awesome connections."
"Umm yeah," Santana said playfully, "I'm not with you cause you're funny, sweet, beautiful, quirky and all around amazing. It's just so I can get limo rides and passes to Disney."
"I thought so," Brittany said, playing along, "And I'm only with you so I can use your pool."
"I figured," Santana said.
"Totally not because you're caring, funny, tough, sweet and gorgeous," Brittany said.
Santana stopped taking stuff out of the box and went over to Brittany. She slowly put her arms around Brittany's neck and brought her in for a kiss.
The box forgotten, Brittany put her arms around Santana and brought her closer, deepening the kiss.
"And," Santana said, pulling away from Brittany enough to speak, "You're with me cause I'm a great kisser."
"That too," Brittany said with a small smile.
Brittany was about to kiss Santana again when she heard the front door open and the voices of Quinn and Puck.
"Shit," Santana said, "Why are we always getting interrupted."
Brittany placed one last kiss on Santana's lips before letting her go.
"Brittany? You home?" Puck called out.
Brittany went out to the living room, "I'm home."
"Hey," Quinn greeted, "Did you finish unpacking?"
"Just have to put up some pictures and stuff," Brittany said, "You guys are home early."
"We're only like 15 minutes early," Puck said, "Were you here all day or…."
Santana stepped out into the living room.
"Hey guys," she greeted.
"Ah OK," Puck said, with a small smirk, "That's why you were complaining we were home early."
"I wasn't complaining," Brittany said, "Anyway, Santana was just helping me unpack."
"By taking a shower?" Quinn teased.
Santana touched her still damp hair.
"All that moving got sweaty," Brittany said.
Santana felt her cheeks flush.
"I bet it did," Puck said his voice dripping with innuendo, "Hey Santana, how's it going?"
"Fine," Santana said, "How was work?"
"It was fine," Quinn said as she let her body fall into the large couch facing the large windows, "I got to boss Artie around today."
"How's that going?" Santana asked as she followed Brittany to the couch and took a seat as well, "Any progress?"
"He hates me for sure," Quinn said, "I still cannot believe this is happening."
"How's the background stuff coming along?" Puck asked Santana as he joined them.
"Well," Santana began, "His name is Arthur James Abrams, that he kept the same. The paperwork he submitted for his job application was mostly true. He really was born in Indiana. However, when he was about three months old, his family moved back to London. His parents were visiting family for a few months and decided to stay until Artie was born. Artie lived in London until he was 19 then he came to L.A."
"Any idea why he's after Quinn and her mom?" Brittany asked.
"I'm looking into William Fabray," Santana said.
"My grandfather?" Quinn asked, "Why?"
"Your grandfather was English," Santana said, "That's really the only connection we have right now."
"But, my grandfather," Quinn began, "Was killed when I was a kid, when Artie was a kid, what the hell does that have to do with anything?"
"It's just a lead," Santana said, "I don't know yet, I'm just following a hunch."
"This thing is such mess," Quinn said shaking her head, "What does this guy have against my family?"
"We'll get him Quinn," Brittany said gently, "This whole thing will be over soon."
"I hope so," Quinn said.
"Once we're settled in his plan will be set in motion," Puck said.
"I just want this over," Quinn said.
There was a moment of silence before Quinn spoke again.
"Hey," she said looking at Brittany and Santana, "I'm really sorry my family drama ruined your first date."
"What? No," Brittany said, "That wasn't your fault."
"Yeah Quinn," Santana added, "Nothing was ruined. You have nothing to apologize for."
"So it went well?" Puck asked wiggling his eyebrows.
"You look like a pervert when you do that," Brittany said.
"When are you planning to tell the department you're dating?" Quinn asked.
"After this whole thing with Artie is over," Santana said, "We don't one of us to be pulled off the case because of some HR rule."
"Yeah," Brittany said, "Plus it's only been like one date so we're not like full blown dating."
"Full blown, huh?" Santana asked with a laugh.
"I don't get it," Puck said, "Not a few weeks ago, Britt, you told me you hated Santana and now she's in our home taking showers."
"You said you hated me?" Santana asked, surprised.
"Ummm," Brittany managed to get out.
"Oh yeah," Puck went on an amused smile on his face, "She went on and on about how annoying you were and hoped she never saw you again."
"Shut up Puck!" Quinn shouted and smacked him on his thigh.
Santana just stared at Brittany, her mouth open in shock, "You really hated me?"
"No, of course not," Brittany said turning to fully face Santana, "Not hate. More like an intense dislike."
"Oh yeah that's much better," Santana said, letting out a huff of air.
"You didn't like me either!" Brittany accused, "Tina told me you thought I was irritating."
"I said sort of irritating," Santana corrected, mentally cursing Tina.
"Does it really matter now?" Quinn asked rolling her eyes, "You two went out on a date! You're obviously sleeping together so who cares who said what when!"
"What, uh," Brittany stammered, "Umm, makes you think we're sleeping together?"
"I am a cop Brittany," Quinn said, "It's my job to observe. And even if I wasn't, it's pretty damn obvious."
"It really is," Puck agreed.
Brittany and Santana said nothing.
"Well," Quinn said getting up, "I'm starving. How about some dinner?"
"Yes!" Puck said.
Brittany reached over and grabbed Santana's hand, "You hungry?"
"Yeah," Santana said, squeezing Brittany's hand.
"So that's four for dinner," Quinn said, "We don't have any food yet so Britt can't cook us her amazing turkey burgers so how about I just order pizza?
"Cool," Puck said getting up, "I'm going to go change into my pizza sweats!"
"And I'll go make that call," Quinn said, "Santana, do you have a preference? Veggie? No olives? Anything like that?"
"No, I'm good," Santana said, "Order whatever you want."
"OK," Quinn said going to the kitchen to use her phone in there. Puck had also disappeared in to his room to change.
"I don't think you're irritating anymore," Santana said with a smile.
"And I don't intensely dislike you either," Brittany said, "Quite the opposite actually."
"You moderately like me?" Santana asked with a smile.
Brittany leaned forward and kissed Santana.
"I intensely like you," Brittany said.
"I intensely like you too."
Brittany reached over and placed a strand of Santana's hair behind her ear, "What time do you go in tomorrow?"
"I have a mid shift," Santana said.
"Do you maybe," Brittany began, unsure, "Want to sleep over? If you want. It probably means you won't be able to sleep in, so I totally understand if you…"
"Britt," Santana interrupted by placing a finger on Brittany's lips, "I'd love to sleep over. Besides, we're only seven streets away from each other, remember?"
"You sure?" Brittany asked, excitement in her voice.
"Yes. You'll have to let me borrow some PJs though," Santana said.
"Oh! I have some Eeyore ones you can put on!" Brittany said.
"I should have expected that," Santana said laughing.
"Hey when you have parents that work for Disney, you get lots of Disney stuff," Brittany said.
"Pizza is on the way," Quinn announced coming back to the living room.
"Cool," Brittany said, "Oh, Santana's sleeping over."
"I figured," Quinn said, "Watch out Santana, she'll probably make you wear some Winnie The Pooh pajamas."
"Apparently," Santana said a bit embarrassed, "I'm wearing Eeyore ones."
Quinn just laughed.
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Santana found herself having a good time at dinner. She hadn't really hung out with Puck and Quinn outside of work since that day at the bar and was afraid she'd have nothing in common with them. She was wrong. She found herself really liking Brittany's friends and knew it would be easy for them to become her friends as well. She wanted to fit in Brittany's life and she wanted Brittany to fit in hers.
They had finished all three large pizzas Quinn had ordered. Apparently making love all afternoon really worked up an appetite. Santana definitely saw herself spending a lot of time here. She had been glad when Brittany asked her to stay because she really didn't want to leave Brittany's side just yet.
After dinner they had finished decorating Brittany's room. She was now officially moved in.
She was a bit surprised at how tired she now felt.
Santana looked at herself in the full length mirror on Brittany's bathroom door. Not only was she was wearing light blue pajama pants that were too long for her but they also had the Disney donkey all over them. She looked up to the matching long sleeve top where the same donkey was frolicking all over her upper body.
"What's happened to you Santana?" she asked her reflection.
She shook her head and opened the bathroom door into Brittany's bedroom. When she walked in she had expected to see Brittany wearing similar pajamas of another Disney character, but instead Brittany was wearing short cotton grey shorts and a form fitting tank top.
"Are you kidding me?" Santana asked, "You're wearing that sexy outfit to bed and I'm wearing this tent?"
Brittany looked at Santana and didn't think she'd ever seen anything so cute. The pants were too long and made Santana look even shorter and the baggy top made Santana look 10 years younger.
"Oh my God you look so cute!"
"I'm changing!" Santana said turning around to go back in the bathroom.
"No way!" Brittany said running to Santana to stop her, "You said you'd wear this!"
"That was when I thought you'd wear something similar," Santana protested, "But you look all hot and I look like some woman-child."
"You look cute," Brittany said pulling Santana to the bed.
Brittany had already pulled the covers and fluffed Santana's pillow. When she asked Santana to spend the night she thought they'd sleep without any clothes but the idea of seeing Santana in one of her Disney pajamas won over.
Santana slowly climbed into the bed and just gave in.
"Wouldn't you rather," Santana began, "I sleep without any clothes?"
"Nope," Brittany said making herself comfortable, "You have to rest. You have work tomorrow."
Brittany turned off the light and moved to spoon Santana from behind.
"You're lucky I intensely like you," Santana said loving the warmth of Brittany's body. She hadn't slept with someone in the same bed for a very long time and was surprised at how easy it was for her to adjust. But Santana was finding that when it came to Brittany, everything just felt right.
Brittany placed a kiss on Santana's cheek and hugged her closer. She had been nervous asking Santana to stay the night. Sure they had slept together this afternoon, but Brittany was afraid Santana would say no. Their first date had been interrupted and they hand't really seen each other all week. She wasn't ready to let Santana leave her sight just yet.
"What are you going to do tomorrow?" Santana asked as she played with Brittany's fingers.
"I'm spending the morning here with Puck while the workers install the cameras," Brittany said, "And going over the layout. Then I'm going shopping to get Lord Tubbington a new bed, litter box and toys."
Santana smiled, "What's wrong with his old stuff?"
"It's just that, old," Brittany said, "I haven't had a chance to buy him any new stuff since I've been so busy. And I figured now that he's got a new home, he should have new stuff too."
"This cat has it made," Santana said with a light laugh, "Having you love him and take care of him so much."
"That's how I am with things I care about," Brittany said softly, placing another kiss on Santana's cheek.
Santana felt a chill run down her body. She gently squeezed Brittany's hand.
"Good night Britt," Santana said.
"Good night woman-child," Brittany teased.
-tbc-