AN- Hey everybody. I am not even going to lie this chapter took ages to write and I don't even know why.
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M- for ass kicking, language and lady loving in later chapters
Santana's POV
As soon as the words left my mouth I regretted them, the gears turning (incredibly) slowly in my head. Wait a minute…If I said that it was the end of training, that means that we can't just be hanging around in the basement for the rest of the day. Meaning we'd have to go upstairs, with other people. Which means that I'm can't freely gets my mack on with Brittany without either; People interrupting us or, people giving us weird looks.
Our gazes hadn't moved away from each other since the kiss had broken. The kiss. We kissed. Oh god. Now we're going to have to get married and have a whole set of lady babies. I barely do kisses. Ever. I sleep around and I'm a total lady-loving lady whore. Which thinking about it never really bothered me. I mean come on, one night of no strings sex with a random girl with absolutely no commitment or connection to them when you kick them out before morning the next day is always a better plan than falling for someone. Falling in love with someone.
But how come every time I look at Brittany I feel embarrassed about my past and stuff like that. I'd never do that to her. I mean I'd 100% be down for getting Brittany in my bed, Well in my bed when she'd be not sleeping in my bed, because she's slept in my bed. We'd be doing other stuff. Oh god I can't even think straight, this kiss may have melted part of my brain. But I kind of liked the idea of, god forbid, wooing her. Giving her flowers and chocolates and taking her on dates and stuff.
Dragging my tongue across my lower lip slowly, nearly groaning at the light tingles that I could still feel shooting across the surface of them. How can one girl make me feel like this? She looked so sexy, especially right now, my eyes flicking up to the hottest ever 'Sex-hair-without-the-actual-sex' from my hand gripping and pulling her towards me as if my life depended on it just moments before.
I was still flat against the mirrored wall, breathing heavily. Noticing as my gaze passed down almost innocently to Brittany's heaving chest fully aware that she also seemed to be having slight breathing irregularities. I couldn't help notice that, although I had tried to give her the largest, most unflattering vest I owned. In a stupid attempt to try and cover her figure so I wouldn't be leering at her all the time. Which was stupid she could probably make a trash bag look like it had come off a Milan catwalk if she was wearing it.
That I could Ahem definitelyappreciate the fact that Brittany wasn't wearing a bra. The material managing to cling perfectly across her chest, giving myself a mental high five at that 'accident' this morning. Kind of going against the whole 'Not leering' thing though. What can I say, I guess I needed a little something something to look at all day.
"Yeah" She coughed, crossing her arms over the exact place where I was ogling. Damn I'd been caught staring. My cheeks darkening"That sounds like a good idea" Her voice clearer to me now that I wasn't completely focused on her boobs.
"What does the what now?"
"That we should end training. It sounds like a good idea" Sounding out the last part slightly slower so I could catch it. Sarcastically rolling her eyes at me before sending a playful wink in my direction.
I pushed myself off the mirror with my hands, pulling a face at her. I'm not slow. I'm still recovering from kissing you damn it. Adjusting my slightly crumpled clothes after being pressed up against Brittany for quite a while during our make out session.
"I knew that really" I muttered, looking down at the creases in my vest.
"Uhuh"
"Lets go then" I started walking to the door, beckoning her to follow. Trying in vain to regain some slight authority over Brittany, seeing as she didn't seem to be that effected by my lady kisses. Walking over and jokingly waving my hands trying to hurry her towards the elevator.
She grinned at me and pretty much skipped to my side.
"Ooh wait a second" she cried, just as I was about to press the up button beside me. Watching as she turned around with such force I nearly had to go all matrix to avoid her hair bitchslapping me across the face.
"Britt…What are you doing?" I asked, confusion creeping over me as she ran towards the centre of the room. Trying to avert my eyes from her ass as she bent down in the middle of the room, because I ain't getting caught looking again. Instead turning back around and having a staring contest with the buttons by the elevator. They won. Before hearing Brittany running back towards me.
Turning to the side and giving her a completely unintentional 'What the fuck' face. As she started nudging me in the arm with the icicle she had previously made.
"I'm going to keep this" she said, still poking my bare arm with the tip.
"What?" I replied looking at her in total confusion. Brushing the melted drops of water off my arm, as she moved the icicle to her other hand. "You do know it'll melt Brittany"
"Well you see, I don't think it will" she smiled gently as I raised an eyebrow at her, gently tapping the up button with my left hand as I kept my eyes trained on Brittany's face. "Well obviously you melt it because you're like a bazillion degrees and are like the hottest person ever"
I let out a low chuckle as Brittany bit her lip in surprise, as if her mouth had suddenly betrayed her. She thinks I'm hot. She thinks I'm hooot. La la la la la laaa. Sending a smirk in her direction.
"Tell me more about how hot I am" I speak, winking at her. Not missing the sharp intake of breath that I hear from Brittany, who is still biting her lip. However she seems to recover quick enough.
"Alright miss Lopez no need to get all cocky." Sticking her tongue out at me. "I was just saying your temperature is hotter than most people, so you could melt it." I couldn't help laughing under my breath at the way she fully emphasized the word 'temperature' just to make it that much more clear that she wasn't talking about my obvious sexiness. "But look" she said thrusting that damn ice shard under my nose, making me go cross eyed. "Where I touch it, it gets colder"
I was about to open my mouth and tell her that I'm pretty sure that can't happen, like at all. Before moving my head back so I could actually focus on her hand. Watching as she slowly unclasped her fist from around the ice, balancing it on her open palm. Sure enough the area where her hand had been touching took on a more frosted effect, if you compared it to the clear part at the top that Brittany hadn't touched at all.
"That's so cool" I whispered, barely audible. Reaching out to touch it. Instantly stopping a few centimetres away I don't want to melt it. slowly retracting my fingers back to my side. Shifting my focus to look at Brittany, I could tell she was looking like she was going to say something, before closing her mouth. Her hand closing back around the ice, giving off a slight crackle as its temperature decreased even more.
I watched as she withdrew her arm, seeing how her hand wavered slightly as if she was unsure of what to do with the icicle now she had it. I honestly have no idea if she knows I'm still watching. As she shrugged and tucked it into her waistband right by her hip. Giving it a smug look as it stayed in place when she released it.
I turned my body away from Brittany when I heard the doors slide open. Sometimes I really hated how far away everything was in this damn place. I felt genuinely sorry for myself, thinking about how if I touched a even the smallest part of the only thing Britt had to show for her powers today I would have ruined it. Brittany seemed to sense my discomfort though, closing the gap between us as we walked into the elevator together. Linking our pinky's together as we stood side by side.
"Cheer up babe" she whispers, before pressing a light kiss to my cheek.
She called me babe. I smiled coyly, shying away from Brittany as I got all embarrassed and awkward again that only seemed to happen when she was smiling, hugging me, kissing me, generally being near me. huh maybe it was just Brittany.
"Well that definitely cheered me up" I softly replied, brushing my own lips against her cheek, just below her ear. Trailing kisses down her jaw line as slow as I could possibly stand. Drinking in her sweet smell, that contrasted heavily with the slight scent of sweat that clung to her after her work out. I was breathing impossibly slow, my hand supporting myself by gently gripping Brittany's shoulder, feeling the rise and fall of her breathing against my palm. Her breathing stopped altogether as I reached her lips, but before she could lean in and connect our lips. I changed direction. Kissing a jagged line down her neck, as her breathing sped up again. Sending the sweetest nips from my teeth against the creamy skin, not enough to mark. But enough for her to feel them long after I had moved away.
The slight rumble of the elevator doors closing was enough to distract me. Softly laughing into her neck before straightening up slightly, reaching around her to press the button for our desired floor. Before lightly tugging on her earlobe with my teeth as we ascended.
"Going up" I breathed into her ear.
"I'm bored" I heard Brittany say for about the hundredth time in this half hour alone, glancing up at the digital clock I could see the red numbers read 3:48PM and as much as I would love to engage in a hot, sweaty make out session right here on the couch. My thoughts instantly drawn to our recent elevator escapades. However, I think it may have been frowned upon by the other people occupying the room. "What's up with everyone" Brittany whispered in my ear, looking around at the people either watching us blankly, or trying to ignore us, but shooting glances at us when they thought we weren't watching.
"They're waiting for me to apologise" I sank further back into the couch, glaring at whoever happened to be looking at me at the time. Finn by the way. "Because yesterday I tried to blow Pucks head off and no doubt Berry has told them about us this morning. Hence the silent treatment"
"We didn't really do anything this morning" Brittany pouted, looking at Rachel, who was dramatically telling some boring ass story while standing completely in front of the TV, adding arm gestures and various voices when she deemed necessary. I wonder if she can tell Sam and Mike are trying to angle their heads to watch the football behind her. Even Quinn who was usually polite enough to at least attempt to look interested was curled into Sam's side with her nose in a book.
"Yeah I know, but knowing Barbra over there she'll have twisted it so that we purposely knocked the glass from her hands out of spite" rolling my eyes at the sheer dramatics of the little dwarf as she leapt into the air waving her arms around.
"I thought her name was Rachel"
After another half an hour, playing a great 'game' of 'Stare-At-The-Icicle-On-The-Table-That-Britt-Made-To-See-If-It'll-Melt' It hadn't by the way if you wanted to know, not even a little bit, despite the warmth of the room. I felt Brittany elbow me in the ribs gently.
"I think you should say sorry"
I let out a short laugh at that, covering my mouth with my hands, some people even turning their heads to see what was going on. I was fully aware how eager everybody was to talk to me and Brittany. Especially Brittany But wouldn't because of the unspoken rule that they shouldn't talk to me after one of my 'Snixx' moments…Because they think I might kill them. "Britt honey, I don't apologise" Patting her on the shoulder. "Now shush and watch your ice, it's just starting to get exciting" I deadpanned. Before hearing Brittany start to snicker at my totally unobvious enthusiasm, eventually turning into a full on laughing fit as I burst into giggles of my own. Now I know more people were looking.
"Well if you weren't so stubborn we could talk to people" I heard Brittany pant through her laughter. "Just say sorry" she said slapping me across the arm.
"But Britt, I don't wanna" I pouted jokingly, turning away from her. "And that hurt a little"
"You better apologize" She laughed, pointing a finger at me. "Orrrrr" she leaned in to me as close as she dared. Which was still pretty close, feeling her breath against my collarbone as she leaned over my shoulder. "I'm not going to kiss you again" she breathed out slowly into my ear, an involuntary shudder nearly creeping to the surface.
My eyes widened as she pulled away, that was a cruel cruel thing to do. Spinning completely back around to face her.I could see her sly grin as I checked her face for any sign that she may have been joking, but the determination in her blue eyes suggested otherwise.
"B-but that's not even fair" I squeaked out. Are you fucking kidding me Lopez? A stutter. Clearing my throat. "You'll miss them just as much as I would, this is a lose-lose situation" pointing an accusing finger at her.
"Not if you say sorry" she toothily smiles at me, nodding in the direction of Puck. "Then I won't have to miss them at all" Fluttering her eyelashes at me. How dare she act all innocent after threatening to deny kisses. I was torn. Looking over my shoulder at Puck lying with his eyes closed, listening to music on a couch by the TV. Obviously I wanted kisses. But Puck always has been a bit of a douche, even if he is my friend.
I let out a noise that was between a groan and a whine pulling myself up off the couch, shooting Brittany the dirtiest look I could, well not the dirtiest, as I stood. There was no doubt everyone's eyes were following me as I walked over to Puck, even Berry stopped her epic monologue as I crossed the room, my footsteps echoing around the cavernous space.
There was a collective intake of breath as I loomed over Puck, my shadow falling over his face as his head lolled slightly to the side. Aw for fuck's sake….he's asleep. I cleared my throat to try and get his attention, deciding that if I was going to start an apology maybe kicking him in the shin wouldn't be the best way to start it off.
"Puckerman" I hissed through gritted teeth when he didn't stir at all, guess it didn't help he had headphones on too. Trying to keep my voice as low as possible as I knew everyone was (unsubtly) trying to listen in. I looked over my shoulder at Brittany, who just gave me a thumbs up with an adorable smile. Mouthing 'Wake him gently' Sighing and sending a smile of my own back as I thought of ways that I could get Puck's awake without maiming or hurting him slightly. Glaring at the fact that he was lying lengthways on the couch so I couldn't sit beside him and slowly nudge him into consciousness.
Hmm I wonder. Spinning around again to Britt and gesturing towards the table. She seemed to get exactly what I meant straight away. Everyone looking on in total confusion as Brittany skipped over to me with a devious smile on her face.
"On three?" I asked, watching her hair fly about wildly as she nodded. Smirking at her. We were all going to be a lot less bored in "3-2-1"
Puck's girlish scream that pierced the air as soon as the freezing lump of ice made contact with his stomach may go down as the funniest thing I've ever heard. That, along with the fact that he nearly jumped over the side of the seat as he jolted awake, had me and Brittany crying with laughter. I had my face buried in Brittany's shoulder shaking with giggles for a while before watching Puck leap from the couch, shaking the ice loose from underneath the v-neck he was wearing. Hearing muffled laughter from around the room.
"Hey." he shouted, immediately halting what he was about to say next as I raised an eyebrow at him. "O-Oh. It was you Santana, and Brittany" not looking directly at her, but at the floor as if he was a small child being scolded. Then looking towards me and took in a breath as if about to speak.
"Hold up" I interrupt, raising my hand at him. "As much as I would love to hear a grovelling I'm sorry from you, which I'm sure was what you were about to do." Sending him a smug smile as his mouth audibly snapped shut. "I guess that, well…" Feeling Brittany starting to nudge me again as I faltered, narrowing my eyes a little at her and trying to elbow her back, but apparently I was too slow as she bent down to pick up the, still intact, ice on the floor with a smirk across her face.
"I'm sorry" I blurted out. Puck opened his mouth again, but I can't tell from shock or from wanting to speak, I'm guessing from shock though by the way his eyes bugged out of his head. Lifting my hand again to shush him just in case. "Although I think you deserved some of it. Brittany here thinks that I should apologise so you guys can get talking to me again." Twisting around to find Berry, whose mouth was agape and she looked on the verge of stuttering "And sorry Be-Rachel." Continuing despite my small slip up "For kind of not really smashing your glass this morning"
At that, deciding my point had been made, I took Brittany's pinky in mine and walked further up the room to the leather couch we were sitting on before. Purposely ignoring everyone's open mouths and the whispers that emerged as soon as we walked past.
"I told you it wasn't that hard" I heard Brittany whisper into my ear as I looked up to roll my eyes at her. "Now you're absolutely allowed to kiss me whenever" Pulling me down to sit as it appeared that my legs just stopped working for a second there. Eyeing her with suspicion at her comment, I was so trying to find out if she was joking in any way. If she was I'm clearly screwed, cause now she knows I'll so anything for her kisses. Even though she did bring up our kiss…And she wants to kiss you again… What the hell are you even complaining about. You've been promised kisses Santana. Hot blonde kisses. Slouching into the corner of the 3-seater couch, legs curled underneath me as Brittany sat beside me, placing her feet on the glass table in front of her. Our clothed thighs brushing together.
I was aware people shuffling about out my peripheral vision, seeing as I wasn't tearing my gaze away from Brittany any time soon. Although I seemed to have trouble trying to settle on where I was looking. Sinking into the depths of azure that were Brittany's eyes, so close that I could see the flecks of a deeper blue within them, my gaze travelling downwards, skimming past her nose and the cute freckles that were dotted across it. I don't believe I've noticed them before. Before finally resting on her pink lips.
"I wish I could kiss you now" I mumbled out, not taking my eyes off them.
"Why don't you?" she whispered back. Watching transfixed at how her mouth shaped to form her words.
I swallowed. Lazily dragging my tongue over my lower lip, oblivious to any of the stares or whispers that may be circulating the room right now. My eyes flicking back to Brittany's, I could happily drown in those pools of blue all day. It was like time had stopped. My body automatically shifting as I pushed myself up to bring my face closer to hers, feeling the tickle of her fingers as she ran them up my exposed arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
We both jolted as someone right then decided to jump/sit in the space behind Brittany. Are you seriously kidding me right now Puck. As if he sensed the immense tension between us, he clearly decided that the only way to make it better was to include himself right bang in the middle of it. I was seriously going to cut a bitch. As I turned to see Quinn standing by the table, book clutched tightly to her chest. She didn't say anything, but looked between and Brittany almost, accusingly.
"So ladies" Puck drawled out, stretching across as much of the couch as possible. My arms folding across my chest in a 'Please don't fuck with me' way, eyebrow raised at him. Gritting my teeth as his leg bumped against Brittany's "Me and some of the guys were wondering" he paused, scratching the fucking squirrel on his head that he likes to think makes him look attractive. "That to celebrate our new addition to the gang, that we all go out for drinks" smiling toothily between us, clearly unaware of me and Britt giving him death glares.
"Why is she even here anyway" I heard Finn ask from across the room. I felt Brittany shrink into my arm at the critical way he had put that question, my anger flaring.
"She's here because I'm training her" I spat back across the room, wanting to laugh at how Finn flinched at the harshness in my tone.
"You never said you were training her Santana" Quinn stated. Scanning over Brittany.
"She's an elemental?" I heard Puck ask. I swear I was going to get neck problems from the amout of head turning I was doing trying to look at all the separate people talking in the room.
"Kind of, but she's a bit more special than us" I smiled at Brittany, who returned it gratefully, mouthing 'Thanks' because I knew she was being put on the spot a little here.
"What can she make?" I heard another voice. Sam. His voice genuinely curious as he walked up beside Quinn. I guess the game is finished then.
"This" Brittany answered shyly, placing the icicle in the centre of the table. I think she pulled that from her waistband again…I need to get her pockets.
A collective sound of gasps and appreciative noises were heard around the room, even from the people watching from afar.
"How come I didn't melt it?" Puck asked.
"Oh I don't think it melts" Brittany replied with a shrug "I make it colder obviously, but only Santana is hot enough to melt it" her cheeks tingeing a slight pink as she realized what she had said again. That along with a few peoples snickers made her blush deepen.
"Hear that Puck" I winked. "I'm hotter than you"
Brittany gasped "You know that's not what I meant Santana" She swatted my arm.
"Course babe" I breathed into her ear, making sure no one around us heard. Revelling in the fact that her fingers dug slightly deeper into my arm at my words.
Hobbit, not one to miss out had been creeping closer since the conversation started, had now scrambled right by the table so she could admire it at an even closer look at it. "Wow Brittany" she gushed, loudly, so that everyone turned towards her. "That's amazing" Gently flicking her finger against it, causing a slight pinging noise as it span slightly in its place.
"Thank you, Rachel" I had to let out a soft laugh when she turned to me with a beaming smile and I could just tell that it was because she remembered Rachel's name.
"Maybe you could be a distant water elemental, seeing as you're basically manipulating water and changing it's state. Which in that case you should stay on our floor." I could see Brittany's eyes open wider "Ooh I could set up a bed for you an-"
"That's alright Berry" I cut in. Linking my arm with Brittany as we stood up together. Everyone taking a step backwards to let us pass. "Anyway so we'll meet you back here in about 15 minutes."
"Why" I heard Finn ask, though it was muffled as he was halfway through a mouthful of a grilled cheese sandwich. Gross.
"Well I do believe Puckerman asked us all out for drinks"
BRITTANA GETTING DRUNK NEXT CHAPTER WHOO!
And one of them is going to get SUPER jealous. (Guess who?)
And I may/may not be debating on sexytimes between them.
But anyway, yeah I honestly struggles with this chapter for some reason (I really hope it's ok) And it seems a bit filler-y bit I'll make it up to you :)
Anyway The next chapter is a pretty long one and i'm going to try and get it out next week sometime. (Damn awkward working hours leave me no time to write)
Okay so I love you all. And please tell me what I'm doing wrong/right :')