A/N: That's right there's more, despite me saying there wouldn't be. People had a lot of questions after the last chapter and I realised how much I left out, so we're back. Deal with it :P
Glee is obviously getting worse by the minute (not that I watch anymore) and I'm just praying for Naya Rivera to book another TV show and get her fine ass up out of there…and as far as I'm concerned they've fucked up Brittana beyond repair…so it was hard to find motivation to continue this…but I like my characters so imma stick with it. This is the first in a series of sporadic I don't know how many shortish oneshots. There's nothing really dramatic, it's more like a catch-up of what's been going on.
I'm dead tired and this hasn't been proofed so…deal with it. On with the show…
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Santana Lopez isn't scared of anything.
Nothing.
Although that's not strictly true.
She's scared of a few things. It's just that she doesn't want anyone else to know that she's scared of things.
But of course there are some exceptions to that rule.
Puck knows that she's terrified of lizards because when they were thirteen the asshole put an incredibly realistic plastic one in her bag as a joke and stood there laughing while she jumped up and down screaming. After she'd calmed down she'd chased him until eventually catching up with him at the end of the block. She'd punched him in the throat for that. Totally deserved it.
Anita knows that she's scared of clowns because last summer Santana and Brittany took her to the fair and while Brittany was in the line buying snacks someone had bumped into Santana and when she turned and realised it was a clown she jumped back and squealed. The clown and Anita just laughed and Santana barely resisted the urge to kick the guy in the balls. She bribed Anita with $10 to play games and the little girl had won a stupidly massive stuffed dog that Santana then had to carry around all day.
And of course, like with everything, Brittany is an exception to the rule, because she knows what Santana's scared of. She knows about the lizards and the clowns and Santana's inexplicable fear of furbys. But she also knows about the things that really scare Santana, the fears she used to keep tucked up in her heart before Brittany came along. Like being hurt again or losing another person she loves like she did her dad or not being good enough or people she loves leaving her. And it was terrifying at first, sharing those things with Brittany, and sometimes Santana's still scared of them, but Brittany does a really good job of easing her fears.
So besides those few exceptions, Santana tries very hard to make sure she doesn't show fear. She grew up believing that it was a weakness, and that's a hard habit to break.
So she's absolutely fucking mortified that she's sitting in an aeroplane trying not to hyperventilate and cause a scene in front of everyone in the cabin.
"Why didn't you tell me you were scared of flying?" Brittany asks her gently, one of her hands trapped in the death grip Santana has on it, the other rubbing Santana's back soothingly.
"I didn't fucking know. I've never been on a fucking plane before."
Santana winces, knowing Brittany doesn't deserve the harsh tone in her voice.
"Sorry."
But Brittany, ever the perfect girlfriend who understands and loves all of Santana's more abrasive personality traits, shrugs it off.
Santana's eyes dart around the cabin, embarrassed that anyone might see how much she's freaking out. Thank god they're in the shitty exit seats right at the back of the plane.
She had no idea she'd react this way. She'd been nervous because she's never been on a plane in her life before, but Brittany was her usual calm and cheerful self, even more so since they were heading home for the holidays for the first time since they've been in New York, and that had helped to calm her nerves. But then they'd actually taken off, and Santana had started to feel her heart start beating double time, her chest constrict, and it hadn't been long before Brittany noticed something was wrong.
"Is there anything I can do to help?"
Santana takes a deep breath, willing herself to calm down, if not for her own sake then for Brittany's, her girlfriend looking concerned and worried.
But the deep breathing isn't working and it's only making her feel more panicked, which makes her worry that one of the flight attendants is going to notice and she'll feel like even more of a spaz and they'll fuss over her and she'll panic even more. She doesn't even know why she's anxious, she knows the plane isn't going to crash, but there's something about being tens of thousands of feet in the air in a hunk of metal. And that idiot Puck made her watch far too many episodes of Air Crash Investigators when they were younger.
Her hands are starting to shake and she feels like she can't catch her breath, and then she's worrying about Brittany because she doesn't want her to worry, and it's all spiraling and making it worse.
She closes her eyes, trying to think about her favourite time of the week when she wakes up on lazy Sunday mornings in Brittany's bed, (the blonde was lucky enough to get a single room), the two of them wrapped up in the sheets like a blanket burrito, keeping each other warm from the cold and occasional snow falling lightly outside. Sometimes she'll wake her girlfriend up with kisses, and sometimes it'll be the other way around, but they usually spend most of the morning in bed, kissing and talking and touching and playing and just being with each other in every way, their own little bubble away from the world.
And then she thinks about how her study group on Wednesday nights always ends late because that idiot Celia, (although she's not really an idiot, she's super smart which is why they keep her in the group even though she's super annoying), wants to go over things like fifteen times even though everyone's got it, and Santana never has time to eat beforehand, but Brittany is always there waiting to pick her up outside the library afterwards with a hug and a kiss and Santana's favourite sandwich.
And then she thinks about all the little love notes Brittany still writes her and leaves around her room, and how one time her ridiculous roommate Laura found one and tried to have an incredibly awkward conversation with Santana about how she didn't like girls that way because she'd thought Santana had left it for her. That didn't exactly help their already tenuous roommate relationship.
And then she thinks about how every Monday evening she has to work and Brittany has a late dance class, but they always have a late dinner together and she always ends up massaging Brittany's aching feet back at one of their rooms, and it's so sickeningly domestic and couply but she really fucking loves it.
And then she realises that her hands have stopped shaking. And her breathing isn't as shallow. The knot in her stomach has started to loosen. She no longer feels like she's going to throw up a vital organ.
She lifts her head and meets Brittany's concerned gaze, worry furrowing her brow in the most adorable way and all Santana can think to do is kiss her.
So she does. She stops thinking and focuses on big blue eyes and shifts her head until she's closing her eyes and pressing their lips together. It takes a second for Brittany to respond but once she does it's passionate and demanding, it's lazy Sunday mornings in bed and it's little love notes in her socks and it's foot massages and it's everything that makes Santana feel like a loved up idiot.
It's also nowhere near appropriate for a plane full of people, which Santana well knows, but when a passenger across the aisle asks them to cool it, she just can't fucking help herself and goes on a half-hour tirade about homophobia.
And when that's no longer a distraction, Brittany starts whispering every filthy thing she wants to do to and with Santana, trailing her fingers with a feather-light touch up the inside of Santana's wrists.
It's a sick and wonderful kind of torture, but Santana's always known Brittany is a genius. She found a cure for her fear of flying.
-x-
Santana sits on her massive four poster bed and glances around her equally massive bedroom, thinking about just how fucking surreal her life has become. It's great, so fucking great and better than she could have ever hoped, but this room and this house is a world away from her old room at her aunt's house.
She runs her hands over the freshly laundered black silk sheets, wishing that Brittany would be sleeping in them with her every night. But Brittany is staying with her parents of course, she's missed her sister more than she'd thought she would, and even though Brittany's parents had the last couple months of school and a whole summer to get used to their relationship, they're still not down with the two of them sharing a bed under their roof. Santana is happy to stay at April's, (although April keeps reminding her that it's her house now too), and she would have felt really awkward living with the Pierces in their sterile white house anyway, but she still hates being away from Brittany when she doesn't have to be. It's only been a couple of hours but Santana misses her already.
(She knows she's pathetic.)
She stands and moves over to her suitcase, kicking open the flap and pulling out her clothes to hang them up, reuniting them with the rest of the clothes in her wardrobe. Most of them are new or near enough, (especially the summer clothes that she hasn't really needed in New York yet), the result of an incredibly expensive shopping trip that April had dragged her through and paid for. Santana still felt uncomfortable about it, she wasn't at all used to adults being generous with her, but April insisted, and it had actually turned out to be a pretty awesome day.
If her life were a Disney movie April would definitely be her fairy godmother, although Santana considers her to be more like a super crazy, kinda drunk, very outrageous aunt.
(And much more fun and giving and loving and accepting that her actual aunt.)
As if it wasn't enough that April was paying for her schooling and everything that goes with it, as soon as Brittany hinted at the fact that Santana wasn't altogether welcome at her aunt's house, April insisted that she move into her mansion for the summer until she left for New York. Santana was unsure at first, she'd been spending a lot more time with April and they had fun, but moving in was a massive deal. She'd be leaving her aunt but she'd also be leaving Anita. She'd be further away from Puck and her Lima Heights friends but she'd be closer to Brittany. But Santana had started to see how lonely April really was, her husband away on business so much, and she'd decided to give it a go.
And it turned out pretty fucking great.
It was still weird as fuck, but April gave her space and encouraged her to do what she wanted but still showed concern and interest in her life, and it was kind of exactly what Santana had always wanted. A parent-like figure that actually cares about her and her future. God knows April has her own problems, but they were kind of a damaged pair, helping the other out just by being there.
Santana hears a knock on her door and pops her head out of her walk-in-wardrobe, a smile curling her lips when she sees April standing there in the open doorway of her bedroom.
"Hey."
"Hey Sugarplum," April greets her with a wide smile. "You settling back in okay?"
Santana nods and steps back into her room. It had been more comforting to see April waiting for her at the airport than she'd thought it would be, even with the silly brightly coloured Santana-Banana sign held above her head. It was nice to have someone waiting for her, even with the embarrassing sign. At least it helped Santana pick out the child-sized woman in the crowd.
"Yeah. Thanks for letting me, you know, stay here for the holidays."
"Oh Poptart, you know you're always welcome here. Mi Casio su Casio."
Santana scrunches her eyebrows and hides a smile at April's butchering of the Spanish language. Somehow it's still not as bad as when Puck tries to speak Spanish.
"So hows about we put up the Christmas tree while singing along to the Jessica Simpson Christmas album? That woman might be nothing but an incubator with enormous breasts now, but once upon a time she was just a girl from Texas with enormous breasts who could really belt out a tune."
Santana's skeptical, and she'd rather have sex with Puck than listen to Jessica Simpson, but she does want to spend some time with April and putting up the tree could be fun. Plus, she has no doubt that April will hook up her microphone and drown out Jessica's singing anyway. After hanging out with April she quickly realised that activities with her usually end in karaoke or impromptu performances.
"Sure, sounds good."
April claps her hands delightedly. "And we can pop open a bottle or four of wine."
"You know I'm only eighteen, right?"
April looks at her in confusion for a moment before nodding her head slowly, like something's finally clicked into place, and tapping her nose conspiratorially.
"You're right. If you're old enough to get drafted to 'Nam you're old enough to drink. Four bottles for me and we'll start you with two."
Santana smiles and follows April out of her room, not at all opposed to that plan.
She's glad to be home.
-x-
It's a couple of nights later and Santana is sitting ramrod straight on a chair in Brittany's parent's dining room trying to not break anything or ruin anything. She's not sure what damage she can conceivably do in this current position, but she's sure that if anyone could do it, she fucking can. The last time she was in this house she accidentally knocked over her glass in the lounge and watched helplessly as her Coke spread all over the expensive white carpet like a brown fizzy waterfall. She still had traumatic flashbacks over it. Ever the perfect host Mrs Pierce was gracious about it, but even though Brittany totally took the blame for it Santana could just feel that Mrs Pierce was suspicious. Brittany keeps assuring her that it isn't the case and that her parents like her, but Santana can't help feeling like Mrs Pierce is just waiting for her to fuck up. She has no proof of this of course and Mrs Pierce is always polite and welcoming, but Santana still feels like she has something to prove.
Which means she's bricking it every time she's in the older woman's presence.
She's even more scared of Mr Pierce, who is surprisingly accepting of her relationship with Brittany, (Santana thinks it's more that he just pretends they're best friends), but especially since the political nomination he'd hoped to get was instead won by some super conservative evangelical asshole who wants tax cuts for the rich, less benefits for the poor, prayer in school and of course total control over American vaginas. Mr Pierce is actually a totally decent guy but Santana has been around him even less than she has Mrs Pierce and is even more intimidated by him. It doesn't help that he's six foot five and built like a brick shithouse. And especially since try as he might, the guy has got to know that she's sleeping with his daughter, and Santana's sure that's not a great thing for any father to know.
So this dinner with Brittany's perfect blonde family is pretty much Santana's nightmare.
(Although the food is completely delicious.)
It's not that the Pierces are rude or cold, it's just that Santana is not used to living in their world, and she's constantly worried that she's going to fuck something up. That she's going to curse or use the wrong fork or not know some protocol or something that only rich people have. She feels like she has to concentrate so hard on her table manners that she sounds like a moron half the time when she speaks. She's like Jack going into first class in Titanic, although if she were Jack she'd figure out a way to get both of them up on that wooden door because she's not a fucking moron. And she saw those photos on the internet – it can totally be done.
"So Santana, Brittany said you're staying with April Rhodes again while you're here?"
The brunette swallows her mouthful and nods her head at Mr Pierce's question, her voice starting a little shaky.
"That's right, Sir."
He gives a dismissive wave. "Santana, I told you to call me Rob."
"Sorry Sir." Santana winces while the rest of the table laughs. "I mean, Rob."
"Well, April is quite the character," Mrs Pierce continues, "and she never stops talking about you at the club. How you're in New York studying to become a doctor. She's definitely very proud of you."
Santana feels her cheeks flush because she's never been good at receiving any sort of positive attention from adults. It's made even worse when Brittany leans across and kisses her on the cheek.
"We're all super proud of her."
Mr and Mrs Pierce smile while Brittany's sister Leah mutters out 'gross', for which she receives a warning glare from her mother.
Santana feels like her face is on fucking fire and though she's hoping for to escape further attention she's in no such luck, not when Mrs Pierce addresses her again.
"And how are your studies going? Are you enjoying NYU?"
Santana's eyes dart from one Pierce parent to the other as she clears her throat. She's not sure how this could be a dangerous subject but she's still cautious about saying the wrong thing. Brittany can obviously sense her nerves because she places her hand comfortingly on her thigh, and Santana feels herself calm a little.
"It's been a big adjustment but I'm enjoying it so far. It's mostly intro courses this semester but I've got some professors that I like. My roommate is a bit of a nightmare though so I spend a lot of time in the library."
"Or in my room," Brittany adds innocently, referring to the amount of time Santana actually spends studying in her room.
(And Santana feels the heat in her cheeks again because yeah, they do study a lot in Brittany's room, but half of that is studying each other's bodies.)
(And by the slight widening of both Pierce parent's eyes, Brittany's comment and Santana's reaction don't seem so innocent.)
"We study," Santana blurts out like an idiot, irrationally terrified that they can read her thoughts.
She tries not to catch Mr Pierce's eye, but thankfully Mrs Pierce has the grace to smile and change the subject.
"Britt said that you're working as well? You must be a busy girl."
So Santana tells them about her job working a couple of shifts a week at the painfully hipster café because April has been so generous to her and she wants to contribute where she can.
She knows she gets points from both Pierces for that one.
Thankfully after that the conversation turns to Brittany and her classes, giving her a reprieve. She eases into the discussion the longer it goes on and the longer she goes without doing something embarrassing. She's thrilled that she has some intelligent things to say when the talk turns to politics, and the Pierces seem to enjoy hearing about her and Brittany's adventures in New York and their explorations of the city.
All in all it's a great night, and Santana's beaming as she's pulling on her winter coat and gloves in preparation for the short walk back to April's. It's freezing outside but the walk was Brittany's idea, the blonde telling her that she wanted to walk her home and kiss her on her doorstep because it would be romantic. Santana can't say no to that, even if her lips will be frozen by the time Brittany kisses her.
They walk close beside each other holding gloved hands, and when Santana glances up just as the street lighting catches Brittany's face she can see that her girlfriend's cheeks and nose are adorably red, so she just has to pull her closer and make out with her for a bit. Anyone with a pulse would do the same.
Santana gloats about the success of the dinner and her greatness all the way home, reminding her girlfriend how awesome she is and how charmed her parents are by her. She might exaggerate a bit, but she didn't curse or accidentally burp or knock anything over, so she's calling it a victory.
When they finally get to April's front door they make out a little more and murmur sweet nothings onto each other lips and Brittany's hands sneak under her top and Santana really really wants her girlfriend to come inside and warm her up but she knows it's not going to happen. At least not tonight.
She doesn't know how long they've been standing on the doorstep when the porch light starts flicking on and off, and Santana steps back to look through the glass panel surrounding the door, not at all surprised to see April standing there laughing her ass off while flicking the light switch with one hand and holding a glass of wine with the other. She notices Santana's face and waves, then yells "I feel like a mum in a teen movie!" through the glass and gives her a thumbs up.
Santana shakes her head and Brittany giggles, pulling Santana into her again. The blonde kisses her nose, each of her cheeks and then her lips.
"I love you Santana Lopez."
Santana feels warmth spread from the pit of her stomach and leans forward to kiss her girl again.
"I love you Brittany Pierce."
Their lips are about to meet again when they hear "I love you both!" being shouted from the other side of the door and they know it's time to call it a night.
-x-
"Tana, Britt! Look, I can do a twirl!"
Santana looks up and smiles at Anita, clapping but also sighing with relief when the little girl twirls in her ice skates and doesn't fall and break her ass or something else. The last thing she needs is Anita accidentally chopping off her finger with her skates. Then her aunt would sure as fuck find out about this little outing and probably have the police charge her with child endangerment or some ridiculous shit.
She and Brittany are spending the day with Anita, helpfully arranged by her cousin Ricky who doesn't share the same homophobic beliefs as his mother. As soon as Santana told her aunt that she was moving in with April and then leaving for college she was told good riddance and that she would never get to spend time with Anita again. But thanks to Ricky that wasn't true, and she spent time with Anita over summer and now sends Ricky letters every week to give to Anita. She's thankful that she still gets to see her cousin and that Anita and Brittany still get to see each other. Brittany really loves that little shit.
Deciding to take a bit of a break Santana skates to the edge and stomps along to one of the benches, watching as Brittany takes Anita's hand and they glide around the rink together, delighted smiles lighting up their faces. Brittany looks absolutely beautiful and Santana can't help but imagine Brittany being a mum, a mother to their children, the thought warming her belly. She knows they're not anywhere near ready for that, but the thought of having a child no longer scares the shit out of her. Progress.
They have lunch after ice-skating and then head back to Lima Heights so that they can go back to the dance studio where it all started. (It's closed for Christmas but Mike was kind enough to lend Brittany the key to for today.) They dance around like idiots for a while, then Anita gives a little performance from the Christmas show her school is putting on, and then Santana and Anita harass Brittany into dancing a couple of her routines.
Watching Brittany dance is hypnotising and beautiful and extraordinary and Santana feels privileged to get to witness it. She and Anita give her a standing ovation.
Finally they end up sitting in the centre of the studio, Christmas carols playing softly in the background.
"Hey Midget," Santana addresses her cousin affectionately, "since we're not going to be able to see you on Christmas day, Brittany and I wanted to give you your presents."
Both older girls laugh at the way Anita's eyes light up and she claps her hands excitedly, chanting presents over and over again.
Santana reaches behind her and pulls out the bag of presents, sitting it between her and Brittany so they can both hand them out. It's not much, Santana couldn't afford much and she didn't want Brittany to go crazy, but it's little things that she knows Anita will love, some dolls and dance stuff and even an old sweater of hers that her cousin absolutely adores.
"Thank you Brittany," Anita says when the presents are unwrapped, crawling over and flinging herself into the blonde's arms, Brittany grinning and hugging her back just as tightly.
A moment later Anita is wrapping her arms around Santana. "You're my favourite 'Tana."
Santana feels her heart soar, her arms hugging her cousin just that little bit tighter.
-x-
Santana takes a sip of her beer and glances around, marvelling at how so much of the scene before her is so familiar, yet so much has changed. It's a party just like the many she went to during high school and most of her friends are there, (so are a lot of actual high schoolers which Santana finds a bit gross), but it feels different. Everyone is changing and making new friends and finding new interests and it's not quite as easy as it once was. She thinks it's mostly a good thing, she certainly knows it has been for her, but being back here, back with the friends that have mostly stayed together in Lima Heights, she feels a little disconnected. Like they've all moved on a bit.
Although, that's not true for everyone.
Santana can always count on Puck to remain a constant, and right now he's laughing with the cute blonde sitting on his lap and living up to everything he's always been. She was introduced to the blonde earlier and almost broke her face from rolling her eyes so hard. The blonde is Kitty, a petite blonde cheerleader from McKinley Prep. A Quinn Fabray clone.
It is embarrassing and pathetic and she told Puck as much but he doesn't seem to care. He's still working so they haven't been able to talk much since she's been back and she was hoping they would tonight, be he seems otherwise engaged.
Although any thought of Puck is quickly forgotten when she feels long arms wrap around her middle and a familiar body pressed against her back. Her hair is swept aside and wet kisses placed across her shoulder and up her neck. Santana groans and lets her body sink back further into her girlfriend as Brittany's hands flirt with the hem of her top. She's not even concerned about the show they're inadvertently putting on for some high school boys.
Before anything can get too raunchy though, the real Quinn Fabray is standing before them, looking a lot more intoxicated than when the three of them had lunch two days ago. Before that she hadn't seen her since the last time Quinn came down to visit from New Haven three weeks ago so Santana's still not used to this shaggy short haircut. It looks good though.
"Quinn!" Brittany shouts in Santana's ear and then disentangles herself from her girlfriend, gliding over to hug their friend.
Santana isn't a hugger unless there's a tall blonde named Brittany involved or April is forcing one upon her, so she settles with a nod and a smile.
"Where have you been Fabray? Getting cosy with a high school freshman?"
Quinn shakes her head and rolls her eyes. "The boys at this party are dicks."
Santana watches her friend's gaze shift to look over her shoulder to where she knows Puck and Kitty are making fools of themselves. Her and Quinn are pretty good friends now but they still steer away from anything involving Puck. She knows from Brittany that Quinn is still getting over their relationship, and she's dated a few guys in New Haven, but it's still gotta suck watching your ex macking on a slightly younger version of you.
"Well then maybe it's time for your first college lesbian experience," the brunette teases, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. "It's practically a rite of passage and there are plenty of cute girls here."
That comment earns her a playful slap and a cry of protest from her girlfriend, so Santana turns to Brittany, wrapping an arm around her hip and pulling her closer.
"I'm sorry, baby. I meant cute for Quinn standards. Obviously every other girl here is a bow-legged, hunchbacked, facial hair growing troll compared to you."
She leans in and kisses the pout off Brittany's lips, the two once again getting lost in each other.
"You two are disgusting. I am literally disgusted. What happened to you Lopez?"
Far be it for Quinn Fabray to let a moment like that pass without ruining it, although Santana can't really blame her, she'd do the same if Quinn was acting like a loved-up asshole in front of her.
Brittany playfully shoves Santana away from her with a smirk and the brunette just grins and shrugs her shoulders.
"And I don't want to break your brain or anything, Lopez, but that ship has sailed."
Quinn smiles smugly and it takes a second for Santana to realise what she's implying, but once she does, the way her eyes widen and jaw drops is almost comical.
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An hour later a slightly inebriated Santana is pressing Quinn for details about this alleged lesbian hook-up, but the blonde doesn't seem too fazed. In fact she seems very amused by Santana's bemusement.
"It was a one-time thing," she says nonchalantly, taking another sip of her drink. "Well, maybe a two-time thing."
Santana's jaw drops again and Quinn just laughs, very much enjoying this whole thing.
"But don't let your imagination run away with you, Lopez. There will be no threesomes in your future."
And with that Santana is spitting out her mouthful of beer. She just wants to scrub her brain clean after that comment.
(Okay so maybe the completely unwanted thought popped into her head for the tiniest of microseconds when Quinn first mentioned her lesbi-ventures, but seriously, Quinn is objectively hot and all but seeing her naked would be like seeing her aunt naked or something and that shit is fucked up.)
"Well someone thinks they're hot shit," Santana replies after wiping her mouth. "I hate to break it to you Fabgay, but I've already got the only girl I want."
It's then that she realises she hasn't seen Brittany in a while and she glances around the room trying to catch sight of the blonde. She's not the crazy possessive type that needs to know where her girlfriend is and who she's with every moment, but it's a party with a whole heap of drunk guys and Brittany is too nice for her own good. Plus, it's been like half an hour since she last kissed those soft pink lips and she needs some sugar.
She leans over slightly to look through the archway into the other room and it's there that she sees her girl, looking beautiful and outrageously sexy in just some skinny jeans and a sweater. Seriously, Brittany could wear a garbage bag or even actual garbage and Santana would think she looks sexy. It doesn't help that they've barely had sex since they got back to Lima and Santana is going a bit crazy.
But it's not until she manages to pry her eyes away from her girlfriend's perfect ass that Santana notices who Brittany's talking to, her eyes narrowing when she realises who that mop of blonde hair belongs to. And those lips. Fucking Trouty Mouth.
She clenches her fists and feels her adrenaline jack up through her body. She hates that guy because besides being a backwards fucking dipshit he was always mooning over Brittany, constantly trying to talk to her and monopolise her time, and Brittany is too nice to tell him to fuck off so she gets stuck talking to him. He pulled this shit every time he saw them over summer and it pissed Santana off to no end.
But she doesn't want to be that asshole that interrupts every conversation her girlfriend has with someone who might be interested in her. Brittany is a big girl and Santana trusts her, but she also knows that sometimes Brittany really does want her to save her from a conversation with someone. It sucks that Brittany has her back to her because otherwise Santana would be able to tell by the look on her face.
"Oh god is that Sam Evans? Go save your girlfriend Santana."
The verbal shove that Quinn gives her, (as well as an actual shove in the back), are all she needs to get her legs moving and make a beeline for Brittany and the blonde idiot. She knows what she wants to do, she's just worried that she's going to come off like a possessive dick. Although on the other hand, sometimes Brittany gets really hot for her when she takes charge like that. Fucking hell, the line between those two things can be really thin. She's not drunk enough for this shit.
But she just thinks fuck it and marches up to her girlfriend, cutting in between her and a mid-sentence Trouty Mouth and then wrapping one hand around the back of Brittany's neck while she places the other on her hip, pulling their bodies together and kissing the shit out of her. It's all tongues and teeth and gasping breaths and she makes Brittany fucking moan and feels hands wrap around her waist and grab her ass, pressing their bodies even closer together.
It's sexy as hell and totally indecent but as soon as Brittany's thigh shifts between Santana's and presses against her they break apart, both knowing that that's a little too far for public viewing.
Brittany just giggles and buries her head in Santana's shoulder, somehow able to switch from sexy to adorable and back in a heartbeat. The brunette can't go a second longer without having a naked Brittany on top of her so she grabs Brittany's hand to pull her out of the room in the direction of their bags and coats, forgetting entirely that Guppy Face is even there until he calls out a goodbye to just Brittany. He's such a dick.
"Sorry Evans," Santana shouts over her shoulder, feigning sincerity. "I hope you don't mind but I'm gonna need my girlfriend for a second…or a couple of hours…or a couple of days."
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Thank god for rich kids all living in the same area because it's only a three minute drive back to April's house and Santana can barely keep her hands off the blonde as she drives. They've only managed to have a couple of quickies since they've been back and it's not nearly good enough, so Santana's just about ready to fucking explode with how horny she's been. Brittany parks in the driveway and then they're both scrambling out of the car and up to the front door, Santana fumbling in her bag for her house key. It's takes an extra second to get the door open because Brittany won't stop kissing her neck and grabbing her ass and if it wasn't so cold Santana would totally get buck naked and do it right here, especially with Brittany whispering how sexy she is and how much she wants her. It's totally narcissistic but nothing works Santana up quite as much as Brittany whispering things like that in her ear and Brittany knows it.
They burst through the door and accidentally slam it shut, Santana wincing at the sound and hoping that April's bedroom is far enough way and she's had enough wine not to hear it. Shedding their jackets and shoes they clumsily make their way up the stairs to Santana's room, kissing and touching and barely keeping each other upright as they go. As soon as the door is closed behind them Santana is pressing Brittany against it, one hand reaching for the lock on the door while the other slides under the blonde's sweater, feeling the warm skin of her hip. She kisses down Brittany's flushed neck and Brittany whimpers into her ear, the sound pulling at something low in Santana's belly. Every time she gets to touch Brittany like this it gets more intense and just fucking amazing and she wonders if it will always be this way.
(Although she kind of already believes it will.)
She feels her girlfriend's hands tangling into her hair pulling her even closer and Santana groans, never able to get enough of Brittany. Her hands wander to the hem of Brittany's sweater, pulling away just long enough to lift it over her head, not hesitating another second to press wet open mouthed kisses to the soft skin that's just been revealed, sucking and biting a little too hard and then soothing it with her tongue. She loves the way Brittany's skin tastes and the way it feels under her lips. The way Brittany's hips buck into hers when she hits a sensitive spot. When she bites hard enough to mark her.
Eager to feel more of her, Santana's hands slide around Brittany's back and unclasp her bra, pulling it off the blonde and discarding it before lavishing attention to every inch of her girlfriend's breasts. She sucks and licks and bites and kisses until Brittany is panting above her, worked into a frenzy and pulling Santana back up to kiss her again.
The blonde tries to get Santana's top off but Santana's not having it. This is about Brittany. She needs to have Brittany. She reaches for her girlfriend's jeans instead and unbuttons them, keeping eye contact with Brittany as she slowly kneels down and carefully pulls them down long legs. Brittany keeps watching her, her chest still heaving, as Santana lifts each foot in turn and rids them of the jeans. Still gazing into dark blue eyes she runs her hands up the side of Brittany's legs, slowly caressing the silky skin until she reaches her underwear.
They both know what's going to happen next but Santana wants her girlfriend to beg for it, so she waits a beat knowing it won't take long, a grin spreading across her face as soon as Brittany whimpers, "San, please". The words shoot right down to Santana's core and with their eyes still locked she slowly lowers the underwear until it's discarded somewhere in the room like the rest of Brittany's clothing. Brittany whimpers again and Santana finally breaks their gaze, sitting up on her knees and pressing wet kisses to the skin below Brittany's bellybutton, the hands in her hair pulling even tighter. She kisses down the inside of her girlfriend's hip as she slowly lifts Brittany's left leg, placing it over her shoulder and continuing to taste and nip at the inside of her thigh.
Brittany's head falls back against the door and she brings her hand up to muffle her cries as Santana's mouth finally kisses her where she needs her, her tongue working Brittany to the point of ecstasy only to bring her back down again, over and over and over. Santana teases her until Brittany's legs are shaking and she's telling Santana she can't take it anymore. One of Santana's hands comes up to squeeze Brittany's breast and the other holds Brittany's weight as Santana flicks her tongue and her girlfriend comes undone above her.
Santana helps her ride through it, easing her down again before replacing Brittany's leg on the ground and kissing her way back up Brittany's body. The blonde is still panting and wearing a dopey smile and it's all kinds of sexy.
What's even sexier is when Brittany flashes her a devilish grin moments later.
"My turn."
-x-
With plans to see Brittany later that evening, Santana spends Christmas morning with April. She's grudgingly woken up before eight o'clock by the tiny blonde woman in a reindeer sweater with a nose that actually lights up. She's presented with her own sweater on which there's a Christmas tree with a star that lights up. She wants to fucking hate it but she can't. It's Christmas.
April drags her downstairs to their tree and more presents than Santana has ever seen in real life. She knows for certain that only one of those is from her for April, (she could only afford the first seasons of all the Real Housewives shows, because she knows that April wants to start a Real Housewives of Lima County spinoff and she wants the DVDs for research), so she's not gonna lie, she's totally fucking excited and feels like a five year old again at the prospect of opening all these presents.
She rips through them like a kid with ADD, April clapping and cheering beside her. Santa gifts her almost every apple product on the market, as well as clothes, shoes, make-up, and even some jewellery. But the best present Santana receives that year is the one April hands her, the one that feels suspiciously like a large photo frame. But when the wrapping tears away and Santana gets a good look at her gift her eyes glaze with tears.
"I know I'm not your mother or anything," April says gently, "even though I tried to get the state of Ohio to make it legal for me to adopt someone who is legally and adult."
Santana smiles at the memory of listening to April yelling into the phone about civil rights and accusing the state of racism.
"Anyway, I took a scrapbooking class at the club last month because I thought I'd signed up for a home brewery class but it turned out that I'd checked the wrong box on the form. Can you believe they have scrapbooking classes? It's just cutting things out and pasting them on more paper! They literally teach kids that in elementary school." April shakes her head. "So anyhoo I was stuck in this room with all these stepford wives and I didn't even have my hip flask on me, on account of me thinking I'd be in a home brewing class, so you can't imagine how bored I was."
April rolls her eyes and Santana smiles, knowing how much April hates being stuck anywhere without her hip flask.
"I had to sniff the glue just to get a bit of a buzz. But then one of those bozos starts gabbing about making a poster for her son's soccer team and blammo! I got an idea."
Santana studies her present again, knowing that it's nothing she would have ever thought to ask for, but it might just be the best Christmas gift she's ever received.
She glances at all the photos placed around in a border, her own face featuring in each of them, some with Brittany and some with Puck and some with Quinn and some with Anita and more than a few with April. Lord Tubbington even makes an appearance. Tina and Mike and Kurt and Mercedes are in there too. And they all look suspiciously airbrushed.
But it's what's in the centre of all the photos that touches Santana's heart.
The pictures surround the word family.
It's not exactly a masterpiece work of art, but it's worth more to Santana than all the artwork in the world.
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Hope that feelings-fest was okay!
Apologies for the dodgy smut…I'm much better at having sex than writing it. And my writing breaks all the rules of show don't tell because I'm so fucking lazy. Apologies.
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