AN- IT'S BRITTANY BITCH. So i'm totally not upset that I live in the U.K and have to download Glee eps.
BetTheDuckisInTheHat- I think it's going to be a love/hate thing between San and Tubbs
feedmeadeadmau5- He might find a couple of hidden cigars around the place ;)
nayalove- I have too many 'pussy' jokes. Seriously I had to hold back from not doing them every other paragraph
Francis- I was expecting something more too...I don't know I think it made sense for it to not be in this chapter in my head... (If you understood that)
Fragar1991- Yes he is! I couldn't not include him in the story!
MusicFlowsWithin- I'm glad you think it's both awesome and funny!
dafuq33- He's heeeere. And your wish is clearly my command.
Okay so uni is sapping up a lot of my time. (Who knew?!) and I'm aiming to update every two weeks. Believe me I actually took a day off work to sort this chapter out and what's going to follow it. Priorities...I have them in order.
And we're going back to the future in this chapter with some helpful flashbacks of the night. Which I took from personal experience in that I don't get hangovers at all, just memory loss, that all comes back to me in bits as someone starts to talk about the night.
Anyway I think you've waited long enough. Enjoy you wonderful people.
Especially those who were cool enough to review and followed and that have just even read the damn thing, I want to kiss you all (With tongue maybe?)
Disclaimer- Unfortunately I still don't own Glee. All mistakes are mine.
M- for ass kicking, language and lady loving in later chapters
Brittany's POV
Okay? She said okay? I get to keep him?
"Really?" I asked, blinking in surprise. The way her eyes kept nervously flitting to the newest addition of our group and back at me made me wonder if she was being serious, even Tubbs had quirked his head to one side, waiting for an answer. I knew that she would be working out the pros and cons in her head, her eyes still darting between us. It was a small while before she let out a small sigh and an even smaller nod of her head.
"Don't make me regret it" she says with a lopsided smile.
A huge grin breaking across my face, leaping forward to wrap Santana into a huge hug sending Lord Tubbington leaping to the floor with a hiss, maybe not the best start to our owner/pet relationship She seemed a little stunned at first, maybe it was the speed I had jumped at her, or the squeal that had went with it but eventually she caught on, her arms curling around me and pulling me closer against her.
"You smell nice" I muttered into her hair. It's true, like mouth-wateringly good, pushing away against her chest before I started drooling on her shoulder. is it weird that I could just lie here and smell her for most of the day. Yes. Yes it is.
"Thanks" she smiled, cheeks darkening in a blush. "You…do to?" she offered with a hesitant thumbs up.
"Don't lie" I smiled, pressing my face into her shoulder, attempting to say "I have morning breath" but came out incredibly muffled as I refused to leave the warmth of Santana to even talk properly. I assume she heard when I heard her chuckle softly causing my head to shift in time with her chest.
"Maybe a little" even without looking I could tell she was grinning, making me smile against her exposed skin, the closeness sending tingles shooting across my lips.
"Do I really smell bad?" reluctantly pulling away from her warmth and trying my best to keep a neutral tone, but the slightest twitch in the corners of my mouth showed that I was trying to fight a smile. but let's not lie she's most likely correct, I was drinking and dancing last night and slept in the same clothes…I'm more than likely not going to be smelling nice as soon as I wake up.
Sitting upright I could see her features clearly, a teasing smirk plastered across her face.
"Yeah it's a little off-putting" She said simply, glancing down at her nails. "It's practically making my eyes water"
"Oh really" My eyebrow quirking, watching her look back towards me, the twinkle in her eyes hard to miss. "Well that's kind of mean San" playfully pouting at her as I folded my arms and shifted away from her.
"Aww BrittBritt" I could tell she was trying hard not to break into a smile, as I turned my back to her, failing terribly at giving her a cold shoulder as I kept looking out the corner of my eye to see what she was doing. Which was crawling over to me "I'm really sorry" feeling her place her arms around my shoulders as she whispered in my ear. Trying my best to stay mad at her, even if I was just pretending. Which I must admit, is super hard. Especially when… Completely losing my train of thought as Santana's nails started lightly scratching down my uncovered arms.
"Come on Britt" her flingers dancing around my tightly folded arms. Because if they weren't I'd have spun round and grabbed her by now. Gulping a little when I feel her body press up against my back. "Don't be mad" she breathes into my ear, her hands travelling lower, skimming my ribs. Until I squirm away with a giggle as she traces a particular spot on my side. I hear a dark laugh. "Ticklish are we?"
Ohhhh no.
Before I could even reply I was being tickled within an inch of my life. Hysterically screaming and thrashing while howling with laughter at the same time. It really confuses your emotions being tickled. Like what are you meant to do? Unfolding my arms and trying to pull her hands away from my sides…and failing.
"Ple-hehe-Please San stop" I cried breathlessly as she didn't stop her assault, my head leaning backonto her shoulder as she grinned down at me, wiggling around still trying to escape her evil digits.
"Never" she yelled out with a grin. Then just yelled out, as I rolled us onto the floor with a thud. Scrambling quickly to my knees, silently glad to get away as I gasped out for breath. Looking over to see Santana was opposite me in the exact same position, as she sat more upright and leaned back on her knees. Wiggling her fingers beside her face, I think she's trying to look intimidating. as she shuffled on her knees towards me.
Slyly smiling to myself, I'm not going down without a fight. Slightly tensing my body as she neared, trying to go for the element of surprise. Waiting until she was about an arm length away before I bent slightly. Lunging forward and closing the gap between us, tackling her to the ground. Hearing Santana let out an gasp as she landed on her back, with me on top of her.
I couldn't help looking down at her with a wink, her brown eyes shocked at my sudden movement as I straddled the tops of her legs. Secretly pleased that the top she was wearing did nothing to cover her stomach area, becoming quite jealous of those (lickable?) Abs, although I found my eyes lingering a little too long on the mark on her skin showing that she was a fire elemental. Is it a tattoo? I'll have to ask. My arms quickly at her bare sides to tickle her, frowning when I realized it wasn't having quite the effect that I was hoping for. Instead Santana just winked back up at me, clearly over the shock. and smiled, baring all her teeth.
"Not ticklish babe"
Cursing my luck as I paused, which gave Santana enough time to flip our positions. Pinning my arms down with her own as she straddled my hips, I gasped out wondering if it was because of the force my back hit the wooden floor or how close she was to me. But to be honest I'm going to go for the second one, I mean seriously. Her hips are on my hips…what about that isn't teasing to the point of me wanting to jump on her and kiss her all over. The height difference between us meaning her head was hovering over my neck. Laughing a little as her breath tickled the sensitive skin there.
"Pinned ya"
Trying to fight off a shudder as her hot breath touched my neck, instinctively craning my head to the side to expose it more, stopping my breathing for a moment as I swear her lips started moving closer to me. Okay I agree. I need a shower. Preferably a freezing cold one. Becoming incredibly distracted when I hear the soft click of nails against the floor.
"Tubbs" I shout, sending Santana reeling back in surprise. Watching the cat creep out from underneath the couch. "Quickly." I giggled. If anything to distract myself from the fact that Santana was, well, on me. "Attack, attack" doing my best to point at Santana as she was still holding my wrists down to the ground, who had raised an eyebrow as Lord Tubbington crept over, as if daring him to attack her. Sitting upright slowly, releasing her grip on me as he stalked closer.
He stopped about a foot away, tail swishing back and forth before leaping forward causing Santana to gasp and me to hold my breath. Which came out as a choked laugh as he just nuzzled his face into my arm instead of clawing at Santana. I guess I'm forgiven for scaring you off before. Maybe its for the best, I didn't really want Santana hurt. Before sending a shy hiss at Santana and bounding across the room to settle under the pool table.
"Well that was anti-climatic" Santana sighed out, climbing to her feet. I just let out a small sigh, doing my best to not to focus on the word 'climatic' which turned into climax which is now unfortunately all I could think of. Great.
Realizing I was staring off into space I quickly took the hand Santana was holding out for me and pulled myself up. All I got was an questioning look so I think it could have been worse.
"I think we should head downstairs soon" she said, trying to adjust her vest and pull it over her stomach, as admired the fact that all she did was end up showing more bra as it tugged downwards. "I bet Quinn's cooking up some mean bacon sandwiches" she said flashing a smile at me.
"Oooh okay" Fully realizing how hungry I was right now. I know what else you're hungry for. Santaaaana. Urgh shut up brain. Frowning up at my head, causing Santana to give me a weird look. Causing me to blush a little and walk off to get ready.
"Erm Britt" I heard Santana call from behind me, looking over my shoulder to look at her. "Elevators this way" pointing over her shoulder looking a little confused.
"Yeah I know" Opening her bedroom door. "But I need a shower first, I do smell bad"
Okay you know what's you shouldn't so when trying not to think of Santana. Think of Santana. I had lost count how long I had been standing under the cold running water thinking everything was going well in the whole cooling down thing I was trying, only to be hit by a quick mental image of a half naked Santana straddling me which made me blush and my body heat up again.
Kind of strange, because I'm like…icy. Why can't I use my powers to just chill my body and not be turned on by everything that San does. I swear she could walk in dressed in a burlap sack, playing a saxophone, while break dancing. I'd still find a way to make it sexy. Even though I think she might injure herself if she tried break dancing with an instrument in her mouth, I'd be more concerned, I should tell her not to do that.
I bent down and picked up the shampoo bottle, deep in thought. There must be some way that I could not feel like this, pouring quite a generous amount of the liquid on my hands and lathering my hair. Closing my eyes and inhaling deeply as the smell washed over me. When suddenly realization hit me and they flew open again, stinging as a fair amount of bubbles entered my eyes. Why did I have to use her stuff?
The inner panic was due to the fact that I now smelt like Santana, Well not totally. but enough to remind me of the latina girl for the rest of the day. The smell lingering even after the suds had been washed away. Brilliant. Actually thinking about 'taking care of myself' although I assume it might not be the politest thing to get yourself off in another persons shower, especially when said person is waiting to go down to breakfast with you.
I huffed out a breath, shutting the water off and wringing my wet hair, before stepping out of the shower. Why the hell is she so attractive? Frowning as I picked up a fluffy white towel and wrapped it around myself. Looking down at the floor and cursing myself for not bringing a change of attire. My wet hair dripping on the pristine white tiles below, just beside the heap of my not-so-wearable clothes.
Reaching down with one hand, the other holding my towel against me, and scooping them up. Only for them to be thrown into the laundry hamper seconds later. I started looking around, as if a new set of clothes would magically appear before me. Stranger things have happened. After waiting a few minutes, making sure that I wasn't going to get anything, I sighed and reached for the door. Hoping that Santana wouldn't be there to see me root around for clothes, again.
I crept out, expecting her to be in the living room still. Only to be greeted by the amusing sight that was Santana trying to wiggle into a hoodie, which she had tangled herself in, resulting in both arms stuck in the air and her head caught somewhere underneath the baggy material. She wasn't facing me so the position she was in nearly had me running back for another cool shower as I couldn't tear my eyes away from her rippling back muscles each time she tried to get free.
"You need some help?" I asked with a giggle. Especially because she had now added jumping on the spot as part of her escape master plan. I couldn't help but let out another little laugh when she turned around super quick to face me. Only I couldn't see her face, she was like a half-human half-clothes mutant.
"No no I think I got it" came the muffled reply, along with another weird jump/wiggle that nearly caused her to lose her balance twice. "Erm no I lied. I'm stuck" I heard her laugh from within. "Little help?"
"Alright then" Walking over to her with a huge grin still across my face. Although now it was mainly how cute she was being and I could tell she was pouting even without seeing her face. "Why are you even putting stuff on?" I said, trying my best to use the arm that wasn't holding my towel up to help Santana "I thought you didn't get hot"
"I don't" I heard her mumble out. "It's to hide my hickeys"
"oh" was all I could respond with, tugging at the grey material that was covering her face.
"Yeah I thought it would be a bad idea to show every-" stopping with a squeak when she saw my lack of clothing. Oh yeah I forgot about that.
"Oh sorry San" Straightening out the creases of her hoodie. "I kinda forgot to bring new clothes in" I explained with a shrug, trying to not laugh at how she was staring quite obviously at me, her eyes roaming around all of my body sending shivers everywhere. Walking around and scanning the room to find something that would fit me.
After quite a while of searching, I had dressed. With Santana shielding her eyes in an overly dramatic fashion as I did so, changing into some loose fitting jean shorts and a large flannel shirt and still wearing underwear that belonged to Santana. we need a shopping trip…soon. Frowning at my still dripping hair, looking around the room for that damn hairdryer. Wait a second.
"Saaaaaan" I whined, after overturning a stray pillow to find a discarded boot. I couldn't dry my hair with that.
"What britt?" Her back still to me. "please tell me you havent found another cat or something"
"No" I smiled, rolling my eyes at her reluctance to turn around and face me in fear that I would still be changing. "I was wondering." Biting my lip as I thought about it, would this be too weird? "Could you try and dry my hair?"
Maybe it's quite weird.
Watching as Santana slowly turned around, eyebrows raised, to face me. I was internally cringing hoping she didn't think I was a creep that wanted her to stroke my hair or something. She ended up just nodding hesitantly.
"Sure, I'll try and not burn you" she said with a wink, striding over to me. "Erm you might have to sit down britt" shuffling bashfully on her feet "You're a little tall for me" demonstrating by standing on her tiptoes to match my eye line.
"Well sure I could sit" I smiled goofily as she dropped back onto her heels. "We could try for…on the bed" I nodded my head towards it, my still wet hair flinging droplets in all directions.
"The bed?" Santana squeaked out, it was then I knew that I was probably getting to her more than she was letting on. Good I hope she's as frustrated as I am. Silly sexy Santana. Watching her as she coughed and continued on. "No Britts I think it might be easier if you were sitting on like a chair" Regaining her composure, just a little bit, I noticed her cheeks had darkened slightly, before she ducked out the way of my gaze.
"Okay wherever you want me" I replied with a sly smile, not intending to sound all seductive in the slightest. Clearly I'm doing it by accident then. Moving over to sit down while Santana stood above me. I felt her running her fingers through my hair. It was a weird feeling, the temperature not enough to make me uncomfortable, but soothed, as if I could just fall right back to sleep. I let out a small hum of approval as she carefully dried each strand of hair. Unfortunately it was over a lot sooner than I would have thought, Santana moving away with a small 'done' as I smiled.
"Hey look" I pointed out in the mirror when I got up, catching a glimpse as I passed. "Now my hickeys are covered too" which was true, my hair had dried into soft curls thanks to San, veiling the marks on my skin.
"Well yeah" The cute awkward Santana coming back as she walked through to the main room "We wouldn't want everyone to know we're dating"
What? My eyes widening at the words, it took a while but eventually I got my legs to move from their frozen state and sprinted after Santana.
"What?" I nearly skidded into her as I ran through the door.
"What?" She answered slowly, as if everything was totally normal.
"You said we were dating"
"No I didn't" She shook her head quickly. "I said we wouldn't want anyone to think we were dating. You know matching love bites and all" Laughing nervously as she played with one of her loose strands of hair.
I spluttered at that. I know what you said. "You said we wouldn't want everyone to know we're dating" I pointed out, watching her cheeks darken again. San I want you to date me. I want you to date me so hard. I want you to date me until I cant stand. "Are we dating? Because I'd have bought you flowers or something" I frowned. "Or made you breakfast in bed"
I saw how nervous Santana was, in fact she was avoiding my gaze completely, deciding the floor was a better option.
"No I don't think we're dating britt" she whispered softly. What, she doesn't think we are? "Let's just get some food, okay?" her eyes cautiously moving up towards mine. what is she scared of? Seeing the emotion flicker through her eyes, watching as they looked more…tired than before.
"Sure San" My heart fluttering slightly as she softly smiled, despite it not reaching her eyes fully, cursing the effect she has on me. "Let's go" doing my best to send a weak one back at her, reaching my hand forward to link our little fingers together. Secretly relieved that she didn't pull away.
It's nice to see people worse off than you when it comes to hangovers. To be honest I was fine when I woke up this morning, apparently sleep will do me just fine. obviously not for some. It was like a zombie movie, everyone groaning and looking green. Wait a minute, how could you tell the difference? Maybe they are zombies, is the world ending?
All of this flashing through my head as Santana and I walked onto the second floor pinkies still entwined, Lord Tubbington darting out from between our legs to go explore, after realizing that he would need to eat too we had to bring him along. I wonder if you could feed him human food. Watching his large frame disappear as he squashed underneath an upturned table further down the room.
"Was that a cat?" I heard a voice say, although it was kind of echoey and metallic. Oh god now it's robots. "You know we're not allowed pets"
Actually looking around the whole floor looked a little, well messy. Red plastic cups everywhere, discarded clothes, bottles. You name it.
"Dwarf seriously?" I heard Santana snap beside me, turning in the direction Santana was looking to see Rachel sitting on a loveseat beside Finn. Dressed in another hideous outfit that even a survivor of the titanic would refuse to wear on the basis of it being 'too old fashioned' this morning it was a lovely cotton, floor length nightgown, complete with matching shawl. because don't you hate it when you're trying to sleep but your shoulders are too cold. But the weirdest thing was that she had her face halfway into a metal bucket that she was cradling on her lap. God I hope she's not sick "And you know it's only you who cant have pets"
"Santana that was uncalled for" Rachel began, lifting her head slightly to see. "Barbra was a wonderful specimen" Her eyes getting teary.
Santana just let out a short laugh, pulling me through to the kitchen area and helping herself to one of the bacon sandwiches that were heaped onto a large plate on the counter. "She was not a wonderful specimen" She said with a mouthful of bacon, swallowing and continuing on. "She was a fucking parrot" I winced at the image of a more shrill, Rachel berry in parrot form. No wonder she had to go. "And you're not getting rid of Brittany's pussy…erm cat. Pussycat"
Doing mildly well to cover her mistake as I just blushed beside her, deciding it was more important to pick out which sandwich I was going to eat. this one. grabbing it and holding it in my mouth before walking to the fridge to find something for tubbs. But when I pulled the door open nothing really seemed 'cat friendly' staring at the various strange looking vegan food I settled on a wedge of cheese. Well mice eat cheese and cats eat mice…so mice must taste like cheese, right? Setting it down on the floor with a shout of his name with no response . He'll get it when he's hungry I guess. and started eating my own breakfast.
Smiling as Santana led me over to where everyone was sitting, each person in different stages in their hangover. Puck curled up in a ball on a beanbag, hood up and wincing at every word being said. Kurt and Blaine beside him on the next couch huddled together and wearing a matching set of sunglasses, shielding themselves away from the light. Quinn and Finn being designated drivers last night meant that they should have been completely sober, although they both were looking as bad as their hungover counterpart.
Well kind of A slightly tired looking Quinn had taken to soothing Sam, by rubbing his back every few minutes as he looked like he was going to cry, sighing as she did it. But even that was more comforting than the awkward pats Finn was giving Rachel on her back as she occasionally dry heaved into her cherished bucket. Turning away after she started coughing into it.
Wait a minute I thought the Chang's stayed at home last night? Watching as they were nursing a cup of weird looking tea looking like they were going to puke with each sip.
"Whoa what even happened here" Santana asked, as if just acknowledging the mess nudging a bottle with her foot and sitting down on one of the smaller couches, pulling me down beside her.
"You don't remember?" Quinn asked furrowing her brow at us. In fact everyone had turned to look at us, even Mike and Tina. "Do you Brittany?"
My eyes narrowed, trying to scan my brain for anything about last night. But recalling things isn't something I'm good at. before shaking my head, confirming that no. I had no idea. Clearly San and I just get blackouts in exchange for no hangover.
"Really? Oh my god! What's the last thing you remember?"
"We gotta go guys. Berry's just thrown up on Finn"
It was Santana that answered first, a shaky 'yeah' escaping her mouth as we pulled apart further. Stepping back into the rain as we moved back towards the entrance, myself leading the way.
"Wait a minute" I felt a tug on my hand, keeping me from walking any further forward. My breath stopping in my throat as I turned to see Santana only millimetres away from me. "I've always wanted to kiss someone in the rain" whispering against my lips, before softly pressing her own against mine. It was too short for my liking as our lips disconnected with a small smacking noise only a few seconds later. Santana choosing instead to curl her arms around me and bury her face into my neck as I did the same to her. So it was more like cuddling in the rain, who cares? Because I don't.
"Come on!" I heard Quinn shout again, hearing Santana curse into my neck at another intrusion. "Santana you're not crying again are you?" we both reluctantly pulled away, scared that someone might come looking for us. Kissing Santana on the cheek making her smile bashfully towards me as we linked our pinkies and headed down the concrete stairs and back into the club. As we tried to find our way back to the SUV's.
I bit my lip. It was the only way I could try to stop the moan that I was sure was going to spill out of my mouth any moment now. The worst part is I have no idea if she knows what she's doing. We were in the car back, same seats, same car. The only difference is that Santana had decided to curl up to me to try and sleep before we got to HQ because someone (Puck) suggested we 'Take the party back with us' which I guess meant we would carry on drinking when we got back. Now, it's not a long journey, about 30 mins or so. But it seems like it's never going to end.
Despite a stern warning from Quinn San had unbuckled her seatbelt in favour of lying on me. So I had wrapped my left arm around her as tight as possible in the hope that if we did crash I could save her. Okay so the breathing on my neck I could handle, even her left leg draped over mine I was fine with. The only thing that wasn't fine was her hand that had decided, in her sleepy state, had started to grip the hem of my shorts.
Now even this would even be fine, if they weren't the tiniest shorts ever. Every time we turned a corner or went over a small bump, her hand would shift or contract slightly and I could barely manage to contain any noise. Was it the fact that I could feel her warm hand against my own cool thigh that made me want to shiver? Or that if she moved a few inches lower there would definitely be a reason for me to shiver.
I had tried previously to unclasp her hand, but gave up when she shifted and lightly clawed my thigh. Which I did make a noise at and tried to pass it off as an injured bird outside the car.
Oh god how long's left? I wanted to ask, but I was scared I'd give myself, well Santana, away. Looking down at her, eyes closed and breathing shallow. I wish I was asleep right now, maybe I could try. Closing my eyes and trying to relax as best I can. Thinking it might work until we hit a large bump in the road and Santana shifted again bunching up more fabric and exposing surprisingly more of my leg. Trying not to buck forward as her thumb, for the briefest moment, brushed against my centre.
I blinked. Looking down at Santana. Is she smiling? Opening my mouth to speak, but someone beat me to it.
"We're here" Quinn shouted from the front. Causing me to jump a little as the engine shut off.
Finally, thank god. Nudging Santana slowly, trying to coax her out of sleeping.
"San" I shook her arm gently. "We're here"
Watching as she loosened her grip on my shorts, sat up and stretched her arms above her head. Shuffling over to get out as I unbuckled.
"Oh I know" She grinned, reaching for the door handle and pushing the door open. "I couldn't get to sleep" she winked before shutting the door behind her.
"It was kind of funny to see the infamous Santana Lopez curled up asleep before we'd even got back here" Quinn's voice snapping me back into to room. I swear there's never going to be a time when Santana isn't trying to turn me on. Actually does she even know she's doing it.
As I glanced to the side her smirk told me everything I needed to know.
"You know me Quinn" She started, turning towards the blonde with a quick glance. "Needed a power nap before we got to the real party" Sending a wink in my direction as she settled back into the seat beside me.
It's amazing how much this floor can look like a club, or maybe it's because I've drank a little more and everything's a bit fuzzy. And if I blink fast enough, it's like strobe lighting…Can you give yourself epilepsy if you blink too fast? Well whatever I'm going to stop.
The only problem with it looking like a club…is that I can barely see anything. Jumping slightly as someone pushed a red cup into my hand and walking away. I think it was Puck. Couldn't really be sure…at all. Squinting down to the makeshift dance floor where all the furniture had been pushed away to clear and area in the floor.
Squinting into the near darkness, scanning the room for Santana, pouting a little when I couldn't see her immediately. Taking a swig of my drink and deciding it must have been Puck that had passed before as I spluttered from the strong mix of liquor in the cup.
Wincing as I took another sip, still on the lookout for Santana. Feeling the burn of the alcohol as it slipped down my throat, feeling thoroughly warmed from the inside out as it settled in my stomach. It was definitely the least pleasant out of all the drinks tonight, I pondered as I tipped the cup to take another drink. Ooops empty. I drank that quite fast. I turned and threw my empty cup which clattered against a pile which had gathered on the floor.
Frowning to myself at the fact that I hadn't completed my mission, which I had sworn on my 2nd or 3rd drink here. Mission 'Get-Santana-As-Hot-As-She's-Getting-You' was fully go, well it would be. If I could find her. Just like I couldn't find Lord Tubbington. No one had noticed when I snuck him in under my shirt when I saw him outside looking all lost and confused.
I guess he reminded me of me.
I stumbled over to the dance floor. Mainly because I couldn't resist the pull of the music and if I was closer to people I could make out who they were…simple. To be honest, I wasn't really up to dancing. I didn't have the girl I wanted to dance with right now. Nearly sending a dancing Mike into the middle of Kurt and Blaine's heated make out session as I skidded on a spilled drink.
Muttering an apology to Mike who smiled and clapped me on the shoulder before doing a weird dance/walk over to Tina that I had to smile at. My gaze following past them to see a small figure climbing very unsteadily onto one of the beanbags, trying to focus my eyes to see if it was Santana or not.
"BODY SHOTS MOTHERFUCKERS!"
Well that was Santana alright.
"It was you that made me like this?" Kurt winced, pointing an accusing finger at Santana. I had to laugh a little as most of the people in the room were now glaring at her.
"Come on guys" She laughed along with me. "If you're going to all be little bitches about it why did you drink so much in the first place?"
"We were trying to keep up with you two" Puck grumbled out.
Well this is the perfect time to unleash my seduction techniques on Santana.
Looking around the room most of the people had admitted defeat. Moving away to do other things like dance, watch T.V, cuddle a fern plant in the corner of the room. That's right, I'm looking at you Finn. While me and Santana continued out own little body shot tournament.
The game had started off innocent enough, with all of the couples pairing off. The only reason that I was paired with Santana was half we secretly wanted to be a couple and half the fact that San almost pulled my arm out of my socket while shouting I was her partner after realizing that us two and Puck were the only ones not coupled off.
Who knew a grown man could sulk so much? As he slumped onto the couch refusing to play, cradling a bottle of Jack Daniels. Well I suppose it would be useless doing body shots without a partner to lick…I told him he could always lick my pussy, you know seeing as Lord Tubbington was also without someone to play with. But he seemed to look even more upset after I told him about my new friend. Maybe he's a dog person?
It began with Santana passing around all the equipment I guess we were going to need, all of us lounging around on the floor. Lime, Salt and a hell of a lot of tequila. Pretty simple, the pair with the most shots downed wins, but you have to take it in turns.
It had started off slow at first, a few tentative licks of salt off the back of a hand, maybe an arm. But as the shots kept coming the placements seemed to get a lot more daring. I let out a shuddering breath as Santana swept away the last grains of salt against my collar bone, my eyes looking upward, never leaving her lips as they downed the clear liquid and curled around the fleshy skin of the lime.
Salt, tequila, lime.
I gulped, looking around the rest of the room to see that everyone else had either disappeared from the space where we were playing, therefore admitting defeat. Finn had to carry an unconscious Rachel away. Quinn and Sam had retired early and were snuggling on a couch nearby. Mike and Tina had joined Puck in watching T.V and I don't want to know where Blaine and Kurt are.
"I think we won" I whispered, turning back to Santana.
"We don't have to stop though" She replied, sending me a sinfully sexy wink, leaning back on her hands and reclining her neck to show me where to go next.
I smirked, realizing that this wasn't to win anymore, it was purely for us. Crawling over, my shot already poured and in my hand as I reached her. Slowly licking the caramel skin, a smirk playing on my lips as I hear her breath hitch as I draw a small line up her neck. Withdrawing my tongue and dusting the area with a small layer of salt.
Salt, tequila, lime.
Throwing the skin of the lime down beside us as my eyes watered slightly from the taste, before looking back to Santana. The dim light may have made her hard to pick out before, but the closeness of us made me see all of her features clearly. The way she was breathing heavily, her chest rapidly rising and falling with each breath, the way she was biting down on those full lips and the way her eyes had darkened with pure want.
My eyes widening as she shuffled onto her knees with some speed, gesturing her arms so I would move closer to her. Both of us, legs folded, opposite each other. My heart beating faster as she neared. My eyes nearly rolling back into my head as she dragged her tongue against my lower lip, pouting when she pulled away because I tried to respond with a kiss.
Her eyes glinting as she poured a little salt on her finger, using it to apply it to my damp lip, nearly whimpering as the hot digit raked across my skin. But that was nothing compared to the feeling of her tongue quickly replacing it, taking the grains with it.
Salt, tequila, lime.
I watched as she swallowed, the bitter taste of the lime making her pull a little face. I pulled her closer to me by the loose fabric of her jacket and crashed our lips together. I could tell she was a little shocked because for a few seconds she didn't respond as my lips moved against her frozen ones, until the moment passed and she started kissing me back with as much energy as I was to her.
I know maybe it wasn't the best idea, with other people in the room, but if they asked I could always blame it on the alcohol.
"Where did you go after that game?" I heard Sam ask, clearly over whatever made him looked so sad before. Maybe he's a sad drunk like Santana. "Most of us just ended sleeping here for the night" As he pointed to a mass of blankets and pillows piled on the couches.
"They clearly had something better to do" Quinn said with a shrug. "I could have sworn I saw you two making out after the game though." Her eyes focused not on me but Santana.
Oh my god, everyone knows. listening to a few gasps around the room and a whooping noise from of the other members of our group had been busy talking amongst themselves, until Quinn had dropped that.
"Huh, Come on Q we all know your eyesight could make a blind guy look good" Santana retorted, coming up with a response quicker than I could have. "We were just talking"
"With our tongues super close" I added with a nod.
She looked a little like she was going to press for more details before shrugging and turning back to Sam.
"Where did you guys go then?" I heard Kurt ask.
"Just back to San's floor"
Ooof.
I heard Santana let out a huff of air as her back collided with the metal of the elavator. I almost stopped to ask if she was okay, but the trail of kisses she was leaving on my neck told me that I think she would survive. Her left hand twisting into my hair to pull my face towards her into a searing kiss, knowing that in her other hand was the rest of the tequila in a bottle and a small bag of sliced limes and the salt after deciding it would be better to finish this upstairs.
My hands however were free to do what they wanted. One reaching to curl behind her neck, while the other skimmed the outline of her body, stopping at her exposed thigh, moving it so her leg was wrapped around me, crushing our bodies together further as I let out a groan into her mouth.
As soon as the door slid open we ran to the bedroom, pinkies linked and giggling like we were in school and had just done something crazy to get into trouble.
We practically leapt through the door. Santana spinning around to kiss me furiously, her tongue finding mine and accidentally sending us crashing into something…maybe a desk. I don't know. All I could think about was her lips on mine.
Then next thing I knew, the kiss had been broken and I was thrown down onto the bed, the running, the never ending kissing and Santana just standing there beside the bed smirking at me was making my breaths come in uneven gasps as I tried my best to calm myself.
It didn't work.
I slid myself further up the bed as Santana clambered on beside my legs, smiling wickedly as she reached for the waistband of my shorts. My raised eyebrows getting a chuckle out of her as she slowly unclipped the braces of my shorts, only to reattach them to the underwear I had on.
My body heating up as she slipped the shorts down and threw them away from her, almost in disgust. My breathing stopping altogether when her hands gripped my slightly bent knees, pulling my legs slightly further apart and pressing them flat to the bed.
Okay I am not ready for this.
Watching as her head dipped lower. My heart in my throat, as she cautiously licked at the inside of my thigh, just above the knee. Sprinkling salt there soon after.
Salt, tequila, lime.
However this time it was a lot more messy, taking a long swig from the bottle and replacing the cap.
My turn.
Quickly flipping Santana so her back was pressed against the bed, straddling her while trying to decided how it would be best to remove her dress.
Clearly the best idea had been to rip if off her body. Hearing a tear as I yanked on the material. Shrugging and deciding I would make it up to her when and if we go shopping for clothes for me.
I heard her moan as she was exposed, slipping the dress from her legs as I lifted up to do so and threw it over my shoulder. Bending down to leave a trail of kisses down her stomach, my own doing flips as she let out a breath each time my lips met her skin.
I lifted up laughing under my breath as I heard a whine as I stopped making skin to skin contact. Which was quickly replaced by a breathy moan when I licked a line down the valley of her well defined abs.
Salt, tequila, lime.
I smiled. Watching the way Santana squirmed under my touch both times my tongue had made contact with her stomach. Crawling up her body, placing kisses as I went, until I reached her neck. Placing an open mouth kiss there, smiling as Santana's hands dug lightly into my back. I moved up to kiss her on the lips, a few teasing pecks though, refusing to go further than a light kiss.
I felt Santana's hands slowly drift down my back, thinking nothing of it and continued my teasing before a light squeeze against my ass was enough to make me moan out in surprise. Santana making use of my open mouth and slipping her tongue in between my lips. I smiled into the kiss as our tongues battled for dominance. A hand that had been placed on her shoulder, slipping down to roughly cup at one of her breasts. Causing her to break the kiss, pulling away with a throaty moan.
"Britt" I heard Santana say, trying to stop a laugh with her hands. "You do know your pussy's wet right"
I nearly died of shock, my mouth falling open in surprise. Please tell me I'm not making it so obvious that I'm getting so turned on by just memories of Santana. Hearing snickers from around the room. It wasn't long though before I saw an annoyed looking Lord Tubbington trying to chew on a piece of cheese while rolling around on the not yet cleaned floor. I sighed in relief and glared at Santana.
"Sorry." She grinned, shrugging her shoulders at me. "I couldn't resist"
"Britt stop" She whispered out. "Stop"
"Oh my god I'm sorry San" biting my lip and looking down at my hands as if they had betrayed me, pulling myself away from her completely.
"Oh my god no" She sat up, kissing me gently on the lips. "Believe me it's not because of you…It's that" She replied, pointing at the cat perched on the edge of the bed, sending evils towards him.
Tubbs. Really? Right now? Trying to shoo him away with my hand, only for him lo leap over and brush his head against my hand with a purr. Definitely dampening the mood between San and myself.
"Kind of a little cock block isn't he" She said with a laugh, scratching behind his ear.
I groaned in annoyance and untangled myself from the beautiful latina. Her eyes following me as I settled beside her, sending an apologetic smile in her direction.
"I mean yeah I wanted to" Santana's eyes not reaching mine, as she lay down beside me. "But maybe it was for the best Britt" She said with a sigh, twisting her body away from me. "Maybe we should just be friends" she whispered, although I was unsure if it was even meant to be aloud.
I nodded, even though she couldn't see me it just seemed automatic. I turned away from her, burying my face into Lord T's Fur as he curled up in front of me. I blinked a few times, trying to will away the tears that were coming. It wasn't just that I was sad, I just didn't know how to feel. I mean I had just met her, and I know that I shouldn't, but I think I'm falling for her. Hard. If only it wasn't under such weird circumstances.
My throat becoming dry as I fought the urge to cry, I had stopped myself sobbing at least but I couldn't control the few tears that escaped. I should just give up all hope of being with this beautiful girl.
It was then I felt a gentle arm hook around my waist from behind and I smiled despite myself, feeling a light kiss press against my cheek.
Well maybe not all hope.
Phew did you get all that?
Next time we're going to get some feelings and maybe a bit of Santana's past.
Hope you enjoyed. And I hope you didn't get too upset Tubbs was a massive lady cockblocker haha.
And now I've got to sleep because I have 4 hours before I have to go do a 9 hour shift. (Priorities…I still have them)
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