So, if you follow me on tumblr, than you already know that this chapter starts off three years and one month later. I decided on this for several reasons. I just don't really want this story to become a tale of every week of their years at college, I want to get into the serious long term part of relationships, especially the characters in here, not saying they weren't serious to begin with because, well, come on it's Brittana!
Now without anymore distractions, I bring to you, chapter 23.
(and if anyone wants to ask me more about why I decided to jump ahead, feel free to PM me:))
read and review:)
[Three years and one month later]
Kurt is walking down the street, messenger bag strap across his chest, heather grey knee length pea coat on and cell phone in hand. He's gotten pretty good with multitasking since his move to the big apple nearly three years ago. Unlike his first few months, he has developed the skill of walking down the crowded city sidewalks and typing out text after text without bumping into people.
He grins at the sound of the beep from his phone and the way it buzzes in his hand alerting him of a new text message. It's Thursday, he knows this already, but just like every Thursday after his second morning class he receives a reminder from at least one of his four ladies about dinner at one of their places. This Thursday the text happens to come from Santana, which he can only assume that she was reminded by Brittany who was reminded by Quinn who was told by Rachel to send out a mass text.
Tonight is an important night for Kurt, well, not just Kurt really but for all of them. Tonight Kurt is finally bringing that boy he met at the coffee place down the block from Brittany and Santana's apartment almost two months ago to dinner. Rachel and Brittany have been hounding him about any and every detail about said boy, but Kurt has refused to divulge anything because he didn't want to jinx it. Quinn and Santana even tried to spy on him one evening when he told them he couldn't meet them at the movies because he had a study group. But when they found him they realized that they should pretty much take Kurt for his word considering they walked in on him and a group of his classmates from FIT practicing their sewing techniques. Quinn had huffed about how totally stale he was for not even lying and sneaking off with the mystery guy, while Santana agreed even going as far as to suggest that perhaps he should have even made up a lie about this study group.
He quickly types out a response to Santana that he remembered about their weekly dinner and that he and his boy will be prompt. Within in seconds he gets a rapid fire set of texts from both Brittany and Rachel asking for at least a picture so that they know what to expect. Instead, he simply chuckles and texts them to be patient and that he is worth the wait.
"Kurt." A familiar voice calls out and the raven haired boy already has a smile on his face before he can see the face the angelic voice belongs to. "Over here." He sees him waving at a small table just outside the coffee shop, two cups set on the counter and a wide grin to match Kurt's.
"Hey." He greets, making his way through the tightly placed tables and chairs.
"I got you this." The dark haired boy beams as he hands over one of the coffee cups. Kurt eyes it carefully taking note of the writing on the side and he grins.
"You know my coffee order." He points out in surprise and the other boy nods and quirks an eyebrow.
"I hope that's not the most important thing I need to know." He jokes making the other boy chuckle and shake his head.
"It's just, it's kind of cute and very 'boyfriend' of you." Kurt says in a soft voice as he lifts his coffee cup as a prop.
"Boyfriend huh, I wasn't aware we calling each other names here." He kids, adjusting in his seat and reaching out to take Kurt's hand in his own.
"Well, we haven't really made it official I guess, huh?" Kurt asks, twisting his lips nervously and watches as the boy holding his hand shakes his head cutely. "Then, Blaine would be my boyfriend?" Blaine chuckles and leans his chin in his hand.
"I would love nothing more than to be your boyfriend Kurt." He winks and slowly lifts his coffee cup to his lips.
On the other side of town Brittany and Santana are walking through the tiny food market by their apartment, the latter pushing a cart as the former reads over a list in her hands. Santana glances around at the shelves wondering what kind of dish her girlfriend is preparing to make and her mouth waters remembering the delicious dinner she'd made two weeks ago. She stops pushing the cart when Brittany comes to a halt and grabs two jars of tomato sauce and inspects them.
"You should probably make sure they are organic." Santana points out, leaning forward on the handle of the cart and sighs, Brittany nods at this information and places one of the jars down. "Quinn is so particular these days." She mutters under her breath, making the blonde chuckle at her statement and reaches behind her to grab the end of the cart to get them moving again.
"Kurt's bringing his boy toy tonight." Brittany announces excitedly, glancing over her shoulder to see Santana's reaction.
"Yeah, I ran into him the other day on my way to work, he told me that we've finally deserved to meet the dude." She replies, standing up straight as they come to Italian bread and she feels which is the softest. "Whatever that means." She shrugs and places the freshest loaf she can find into the cart.
"He told me we better be on our best behavior." The blonde adds, her eyebrows furrowing at the words she just repeated out loud. "Whatever that means." Santana chuckles and nods her head in agreement.
"I guess no booty shorts and sports bras at the dinner table." The Latina whispers into her girlfriend's ear and playfully smacks her ass.
"Hey, I don't do that all the time." Brittany whines through giggles as Santana glances back at her with a quirked eyebrow.
"I wish you would." She winks and moves the cart down the next aisle with Brittany right behind her.
"Santana?" A voice comes from ahead of them and when they look up there is a dark haired girl standing by the freezers of the frozen section. Santana smiles politely, noticing the girl that has recognized her is a classmate of hers from school, only to also realize that she does not at all know her name.
"Hey ..." The Latina waves awkwardly, keeping one hand on the cart as she steers a little closer to her.
"Trish." The other girl reminds her and all Santana can do it nod and continue smiling. "I didn't know you lived around here." Trish comments with a tilt of her head. Brittany stands beside her girlfriend just watching the exchange with a kind smile on her face. Santana rarely talked about friends from school, she assumed she went to classes and came home without so much as opening her mouth to anyone except the teacher.
"Yeah, we live right up the block." Santana offers up, motioning to the blonde beside her and Trish regards Brittany with a slight nod and a smaller smile. "Britt," She places a hand on her girlfriend's shoulder and squeezes affectionately. "This is Trish, she's in my Political Science class, Human Studies class and, well pretty much every class." The classmates chuckle.
"Oh, it's nice to meet you." Brittany tells the other girl, extending her hand to her.
"Trish, this is my girlfriend Brittany." The shorter girl introduces the two, proudly smiling over in Brittany's direction at the term girlfriend. She hardly gets the chance to really introduce Brittany to anyone considering everyone she considers a friend already knows her.
"Hello." Trish greets in return, shakes Brittany's hand and looks back over at Santana.
"So you live over here too?" The blonde questions, bringing her hand back to her side and hooking her other arm through Santana's. The other dark haired girl nods and points over her shoulder with her thumb.
"I live in an apartment complex with two roommates two blocks that way." She motions in the opposite direction of their place and they nod in understanding.
"That's cool." Santana says, not quite sure what the right response to random details is supposed to be. "Did you start on that project yet for Rush's class?" She quickly changes the subject to school because that's all she really knows about the other girl, that she goes to school.
"Ugh, I've been gathering articles if that constitutes starting. I have like a dozen printed out all over my room." Trish groans, rolling her eyes at herself as she grips the basket in her hand.
"We only need to use three." The Latina points out in confusion.
"Yeah, well, I'm indecisive." The other girl laughs with a shrug of her shoulders.
"I've already chosen my articles, if you need help, let me know." Santana offers her, getting a proud squeeze on her arm from Brittany.
"Thanks a lot Santana." Trish beams at the tan skinned girl.
"Well, we gotta go." Santana says apologetically and motions towards their nearly full shopping cart.
"Oh, yeah, absolutely." Trish moves aside, allowing the couple to pass her by. "Sorry for keeping you."
"It's okay, we're just having dinner with friends at our place." Brittany waves her off kindly.
"It's good to see you outside of class Santana." The dark haired girl smiles at the Latina. "You're not as intimidating in the real world as I thought you'd be." And with a wink over her shoulder, Trish is gone leaving the couple standing still in the middle of the aisle with confusion written all over their faces.
"What was that?" Brittany inquires, her brow furrowed and her eyes suspiciously eyeing the end of the aisle where the other girl had just vanished."Was she, flirting with you?" The blonde turns back to her girlfriend who has the same expression on her face and shrugs her shoulders.
"I have no fucking idea what the hell that was." The Latina scoffs, rolls her eyes and grabs her girlfriend's hand. "If she was, talk about having absolutely no tact." She squeezes Brittany's hand, laces their fingers and kisses the back of the blonde's sweetly. "She's shit out of luck though, I'm totes taken." She winks at her girl and pulls her along at her side down the aisle to finish up their shopping.
A few blocks away from them Rachel and Quinn are sitting in their living room flipping through the channels idly. Quinn has her head resting on Rachel's shoulder, playing with a lock of hair as she stares at the television screen. They are pretty much just waiting for it to be time to head over to their friend's apartment because they have been denied early access to their place. Brittany has this weird thing that she doesn't like to start cooking while they are there, it's too much pressure or something.
"What kind of wine did they say to pick up?" Quinn asks, her voice cracks from not using it for a while.
"Red." The brunette replies through a yawn.
"You tired babe?" The blonde questions, lifting her head up to catch her girlfriend at the end of her yawn. Rachel nods, doing her best to cover her mouth with a fist until she can finally close her mouth again.
"I'm exhausted. I was up so late last night trying to figure out how to put this song together for one of my classes." She explains, motioning towards the sheet music that is stacked perfectly on the coffee table in front of them. "My teacher suggested a different key or a different format but, I don't know. I haven't done a mash up of any kind since high school." Quinn nods, remembering Mr. Schu's affinity for mashing up all kinds of songs and then she perks up with that memory.
"Why don't you e-mail Mr. Schu, I'm sure he could help." The blonde suggests and watches a small smile come to her girlfriend's lips.
"I haven't thought about that." Rachel tilts her head to the side to grin at Quinn. "That's a really good idea Quinn." She kisses the blonde's forehead getting a sigh of content from the both of them.
"I'm full of good ideas." She whispers back and brings her lifts her head up to press her lips to Rachel's for a soft kiss. "In fact, I'm having another one right now." She mumbles into the kiss and brings her hand up to the brunette's cheek.
"Oh, is that so?" The diva giggles, leaning more into the kiss to deepen it, her hand reaching to rest on the blonde's hip.
"Mhmm." Quinn hums, nodding her head as she pushes forward to lower Rachel's body down onto the couch.
"Ahh." The shorter girl yelps as her back falls back to hit the cushions, a burst of giggles popping from her mouth as her hands come up to get lost in short blonde hair. "Do we have time?" She asks, turning her head, giving Quinn better access to her neck where she begins to trail open mouthed kisses over the flesh.
"Who cares?" The blonde breathes out, pushing her hand underneath her girlfriend's shirt and dips her fingers underneath the fabric of her bra.
"Mmm." Rachel moans, closing her eyes, her hand finding the spot between Quinn's shoulder blades to press her lips firmly against her chest. "What about Kurt?"
"He's meeting us there." She informs her, not once letting her lips leave Rachel's skin.
"What…"
"No more talking Rach." She cuts her off, stopping her from saying another word by crashing their lips together. "Take your clothes off." The blonde demands as she sits up and pulls her own top over her head.
"So Quinn is the short haired blonde." Blaine says, his eyes fixed on a picture Kurt is showing him from his phone. "And she is with Rachel the brunette." He glances up to get an approving nod from his boyfriend. "And then there's Brittany," He smirks, pointing at the other blonde in the photo. "The long legged dancer who is dating that saucy girl right here." He motions with his finger towards Santana who is sitting on the floor between Brittany's legs in the picture. "Santana, right?" Kurt beams at him and claps quickly at the fact that he has gotten everything right.
"Very good young sir." He pats Blaine on the back, smoothing it out with the palm of his hand as he leans in to peck the other boy's cheek quickly.
"Well, I don't want to go in there completely blind. Besides, I've learned it's good to know at least a little something about your significant other's best friend's before meeting them." He explains carefully with a glint in his eye.
"So, you've had this, meet the best friend's dinner before?" Kurt nervously asks, suddenly feeling not so very special which only makes him feel awful because he shouldn't be jealous of boyfriends past.
"Actually," Blaine drawls out, shaking his head from side to side. "I've never really cared about someone enough to care about meeting their friends." He admits, his lips twisting as he anxiously waits for a response from Kurt.
"Oh." Kurt breathes out curiously, his head tilts to the side clearly waiting for some more.
"It's just, well, if I'm being honest, it's kind of what ruined most of my previous relationships." He clarifies, getting an understanding nod from the boy beside him. "I was too much about the relationship and lived in a bubble, kind of cutting off my own friends too." He shrugs his shoulders and squeezes Kurt's hand that is in his own. "And as much as relationships are about you and the other person, it's also about the people in both of their lives. If I can't get the approval of your friends, the people who know you the best, then I probably don't deserve it, ya know?" Kurt can't fight the grin that comes to his face and he blushes. "I really care about you Kurt, and I want your friends to know that as much as I want you to know that. Hopefully I can win them over."
"Trust me, you already have." He assures the dark haired boy, pressing another chaste kiss to his cheek as he tugs him up the block towards Santana and Brittany's apartment.
"So, if you were stuck on a dessert island and could only have one of the four ladies in your life to be with you, who would it be?" Blaine questions, wriggling his eyebrows cutely, making Kurt chuckle and toss his head back in thought.
"I don't know, that's a difficult one." He muses, tilting his head from side to side as he mulls over the question. "I mean, Rachel would definitely be fun because we would spend our time on the island most likely re-enacting scenes from our favorite musicals and plays." He grins widely at his boyfriend. "Lots of singing and dancing."
"That sounds like a nice way to spend your time in a desolate place." Blaine reasons with a nod.
"But," Kurt says slowly. "Quinn would also be fun, because I'd have someone to have deep philosophical conversations. Speak of literature and such." He reasons. "She's really smart, and we'd also dance and sing." Blaine chuckles, watching as Kurt processes the possibilities of which girl would be the most useful.
"But…" Blaine interrupts, just waiting for the next girl and reasons why she'd be a bit better.
"But," Kurt laughs out. "Brittany, she's exciting and goofy and she could dance to the music in her head. I could watch her dance all day every day." He smiles at the image of his best friend dancing around on an island. "Plus, her imagination is incredible and she has the best sense of humor. One Halloween, she talked Santana into dressing up as Rachel and she dressed up as Quinn. It was pretty hilarious because it was how they looked in high school." He laughs loudly, needing to cover his mouth after getting a few strange looks from the other pedestrians. "Hmm, we'd probably have to hunt for food huh?"
"Yeah, there are no Starbuck's on this island." Blaine jokes.
"Well, then Santana." He finally decides on and gets an inquisitive stare from his boyfriend.
"Okay, I'll bite. Why Santana?"
"Easy, Rachel is a vegan so all we'd be eating is coconuts and sand because I sure as hell am not going to be chasing some wild beast to eat." He points out. "Quinn eats organic, because she can't do the vegan thing but wants to eat as healthy as her girlfriend." He rolls his eyes. "Plus, I think from hanging out with Santana for too many years has rubbed off on her."
"And Brittany?"
"She would never kill an animal." Kurt explains almost in horror at simply imaging the blonde's reaction if asked to murder a cute little pig for some food.
"Is she a vegetarian?" Blaine inquires.
"No."
"Does she know where bacon comes from?" He tilts his head.
"Honestly, I don't think so. But, that's what's great about her. She lives in her own world sometimes, but that's what makes Brittany, Brittany." He smiles at this fact.
"So wait, then why Santana? Just because she would hunt for food?" Blaine asks with surprise.
"I'm also taking into consideration that there may be some scary tribes on this island and she is feisty." Kurt tells him. "I once saw her get into a fight one time at a bar because some girl threw a drink on Brittany. Somehow she lost her shirt and, well, for a tiny girl she looked as jacked as an American Gladiator. Though it could have had something to do with the Jager bombs she had been doing all night." Blaine can't help but crack up at Kurt's description of Santana with 'beer balls', especially since all of the pictures he's seen of her, the girl looks pretty small. "Although, Brittany is pretty buff too." He adds defeated. "Oh, here we are." He interrupts himself, stopping in front of two glass doors and pointing upwards.
Santana is helping Brittany in the kitchen, aprons on and all, singing and laughing at one another. The blonde stirs the sauce, taking a little bit on the spoon and holds it out for her girlfriend to taste. Santana smiles as she licks her lips and gives Brittany a nod of approval.
"Baby, check on the bread." Brittany says, pointing towards the oven and watches as the Latina stuffs her hand into an oven mitt.
"Few more minutes." She sighs out and slowly closes the door to the oven once again. "Are those vegan?" Santana asks, crinkling her nose at the 'meatballs' she sees in the pot of sauce Brittany is stirring.
"They're turkey meatballs." The blonde tells her, glancing up in time to see that 'yucky' look on her girlfriend's face. "I have regular sauce for Rach." She informs her matter of factly, pointing towards a tiny pot behind the big one that is simmering with that organic tomato sauce they'd bought early.
As they move around the kitchen the buzzer by the door goes off and Santana walks quickly over to it. She presses the button to the speaker to find out that it's Kurt and his 'man friend', as she refers to him as, and she lets them up by pressing the other button to open the door downstairs.
"Kurt and he-who-has-yet-to-be-seen are here." Santana tells her girlfriend, untying the apron from around her waist and pulls it over her head. "I'm starting to think that this guy does not exist." She muses, hanging the apron from her chair at the table getting a giggle out of her girlfriend. "I'm serious B, I mean, they've been seeing each other for almost two months or whatever." Her shoulders shrug and she steps behind the dancer, wrapping her arms loosely around her. "And we have yet to meet him and Kurt hasn't shown us one picture of the guy." She rests her chin on Brittany's shoulder, watching her stir the pasta with one hand and the sauce with the other.
"Maybe he's imaginary." Brittany says, getting a smirk from Santana. "He's probably just nervous, his last relationship was kind of a disaster." She reminds the other girl and sets the two spoons onto the counter.
"True." The Latina concurs, loosening her arms so that the blonde can spin around to face her. "He was kind of a douche cock."
"I'm sure it didn't help that you told him that as soon as you met him." Brittany laughs, letting her arms come up around Santana's neck.
"Hey, I just call em like I see em." She defends, leaning back a little bit to shoot her girl an innocent smile.
Before Brittany can come back with some sort of remark there's a knock at the door, breaking them from their smiling contest. The blonde cheers that their guests have finally officially arrived and pulls the Latina along with her to let them in. When they open the door they are greeted by Kurt and the guy he has been secretly not so secretly dating for over two months. Brittany squeals and jumps into the poor guys arms, embracing him as though she's known him forever.
"Well sunshine, I think she likes him." Santana says to Kurt as she leans in the door way and watches her girlfriend fawn all over their new guest like a puppy.
"You must be Brittany." Blaine chuckles when Brittany finally removes herself from him, and her eyes widen in surprise.
"How do you know my name?" She asks bewildered and Blaine sends Kurt a look of confusion.
"Ahem, Britt, this is Blaine." He steps in and motions his hand between the two of them. "Blaine meet Britt." The two shake hands and Brittany finally moves back inside to usher the boys into their apartment.
"And that makes you Santana." The dark haired boy reasons, pointing towards the Latina who takes Kurt's coat and hangs it up for him.
"And that makes you very good at the process of elimination." Santana answers, flipping her hair from her shoulder before settling her hands on her hips.
"You were right, she is feisty." Blaine turns to Kurt and gets a throaty chuckle from the Latina.
"That's how we do it in Lima Heights." She spits back as she follows Brittany back into the kitchen.
"Babe, you haven't lived in Lima Heights in a while. I don't think that still works." Brittany reminds her, turning off the stove stop and then pulling out the garlic bread Santana had made.
"It always works." She says with a smirk, playfully slapping the blonde's ass as she moves to grab a wine key from the drawer. "We have some red wine, Quinn and Rachel are bringing over more, but this will do for now." She motions to the three bottles on the counter top and takes one of them, preparing to open it. "Would you guys like a glass?"
"That would be great." Blaine replies, taking a seat at the table along with Kurt who nods to the question.
"Hun?" The Latina bumps her hip gently into the blonde's.
"Yes please." Brittany grins as she pokes Santana in her side.
"You guys are so much cuter than Kurt said." The new comer announces, leaning his chin into his hands and staring at the girls in awe.
"Ugh, don't let Rachel and Quinn hear you say that." Kurt mutters as he takes the offered glass of wine from Santana, who nods along with his words. "Then Rachel will need a list of the reasons why they are cuter than she and Quinn and then Quinn will drink like, a whole bottle of wine to herself and then start crying." He rambles in one breath getting a raised eyebrow from the rest of the room.
"Is that why she does that?" Brittany asks caught off guard as she pours the pot of pasta into the strainer.
"Why does she start crying?" The new boy carefully questions.
"Because," Kurt takes in a deep breath. "Rachel starts talking a mile a minute, then Quinn starts to feel like Rachel isn't happy. Then Rachel tries to explain to Quinn that she is only trying to point out that they are just as cute, which is when Quinn starts to cry because she thinks they are totally cute." He says in one breath once again and when he catches some air he takes a big gulp from his glass.
"Whatever." Santana shrugs, hands Blaine his glass, Brittany hers and then lifts her own glass to her lips for a tiny sip. "I'm totally over it already." She drapes her arm over Brittany's shoulders and pulls her close. "We are so fucking cute boo." She tells her girl and leans in to press her lips to the blonde's cheek.
Another buzz sounding through the apartment getting the foursomes attention and Santana walks her way over to the intercom by the door. Of course, it's the other couple and she buzzes them in before rejoining the other's back in the kitchen. She helps Brittany in moving the group of them into the living room so that the blonde can set the kitchen the rest of the table up.
"You sure you don't want any help?" Blaine asks when he reaches the couch, waiting for a reply from the blonde before he takes a seat beside Kurt.
"Ugh, don't even bother." Santana waves his offer away with her hand and sips her wine. "She never lets anyone help her." She shakes her head from side to side and smirks, glancing over her shoulder to watch Brittany carry a light blue bowl filled with pasta to the table.
"Santana." Brittany calls out, not even looking over to her girlfriend because she knows she heard her. Santana turns back to the guys and raises her eyebrows and smiles.
"Except me." She chuckles and sets her wine glass down on the table before heading back into the kitchen to help her girlfriend.
"You'd never guess that they are only twenty-one." Blaine says quietly, shaking his head in disbelief. "I don't even think my parents are this domestic and definitely not as sweet to one another as those two." Kurt nods along while sipping his wine and crossing his legs.
"They're high school sweethearts." Kurt informs the other boy, placing his hand onto Blaine's thigh.
"Wow, and they're still together. That's impressive." The dark haired boy mainly says to himself, leaning forward to grab his glass.
"Yeah, still together and just as grossly in love as ever." Kurt hums in response, glancing over his shoulder to catch the couple in the kitchen in a sweet kiss.
Kurt gets up when there's a knock at the door, letting Quinn and Rachel in from the hallway. They greet one another as though they haven't seen each other in ages and he helps them with their coats, hanging them on the coat rack against the wall along with the rest of the group's outerwear. Kurt nearly bounces over to Blaine who is standing and waiting for introductions, the girl's close behind.
"Blaine, I'd like you to meet Rachel," He motions towards the brunette. "And Quinn." He squeezes the blonde's arm gently. "Guys this is Blaine, my boyfriend." Both Quinn and Rachel reach out to shake Blaine's hand, each telling the boy how nice it is to finally meet him.
"Boyfriend, huh?" Santana comes out of nowhere, her wine glass refilled in one hand and Brittany, apronless, in her other hand. "We didn't get that intro Porcelain." She raises an eyebrow to her male friend and he blushes a tint of pink.
"Well, it's only been official today." He informs his gal pals, hooking his arm through Blaine's.
"Oh, so we have something to celebrate." Brittany cheers, resting her head against the side of Santana's, finally having a moment to enjoy her glass of wine.
"Before we forget," Quinn interrupts and holds out the bottle of wine she and Rachel brought to her friends. "Or before I drink it all." She jokes with a wink to Santana who chuckles, taking the bottle from the blonde.
"Just in case you do plan on drinking it all, how about we get some food in you first." Brittany chimes in, steps to the side and motions for the group to move this party into the kitchen.
"That's probably a good idea." Rachel comments with a grin, playfully elbowing her girlfriend in the side as they follow the boys and Santana and Brittany to the dinner table.
"Someone's got jokes tonight." Quinn laughs, tucking some hair behind the brunette's ear.
When they sit down Brittany tells everyone to dig in and of course is sure to let everyone know that Santana helped. Rachel and Blaine hit it off right away, talking Broadway and musical's galore while Kurt smiles on watching and every now and again joining in on the conversation. Quinn finds herself intrigued with Blaine's similar stories of bullying in high school that Kurt had, and she even vaguely shares her story about her relationship with her mother.
They are all hysterically laughing as Santana shares a story about her and Quinn at work from the other while she is opening the third bottle of wine. Blaine admits he also has had work as a waiter and how awful it was, something he will never put himself through again. Brittany shares a story from work, she's been teaching dance to five year olds since the summer going into sophomore year, and each class is just as funny as the last.
"You're so lucky that your first job is something that you love to do." Blaine comments, referring to Brittany's dance studio job. "I think that's one of the biggest problems today." He says, glancing down at his almost empty wine glass. "Everyone is so worried about making money that they wind up being stuck in a job they despise." He sips the rest of his drink and nods when Quinn lifts up the bottle to offer another refill.
"Well, yeah, after college a lot of people settle. I'll give you that." Santana leans forward, resting one of her forearms onto the kitchen table, her finger tracing the rim of her glass. "But when you're young, without a degree, you just have to suck it up and do what you can." She watches her words mull around his mind and it literally takes a second for him to nod in agreement.
"Absolutely, I wasn't insinuating people in college." He tries to explain, leans back into his chair and clears his throat. "I was simply saying that it's kind of sad that most of the people we are in school with now will wind up taking jobs just because of the paycheck. I would like to think that the world isn't as greedy as it seems." He clarifies, getting an understanding nod from the Latina as well as the rest of the group.
"Brittany was very, very lucky." Rachel announces, her arm resting on the back of Quinn's chair and her fingers twirling her girlfriend's short locks.
"So are you." Brittany points out, shifting in her seat and brings her hand down to Santana's thigh, drawing lazy circles against the fabric of her pants. "Rachel here got a paying internship as a vocal coach." She shares, looking from her brunette buddy and the new boy at the table.
"Wow, that's impressive." Blaine lets out sincerely and smiles over at Kurt who nods in the truth of this statement.
"I'm more of a teacher's assistant." Rachel says, getting a kiss on her shoulder from Quinn.
"Rachel Berry modest, I never thought I'd see the day." The blonde whispers, but the rest of the group hears her anyway. "She has her own students, she's just being polite."
"So is that what you want to do? Teach?" Blaine inquires turning his attention back to the diva.
"Umm," Rachel nervously shifts in her seat but then slowly starts to shake her head.
"Berry here has dreams of being a Broadway star." Santana interrupts, raising her glass and a perfect eyebrow in the brunette's direction. "If anyone can, she can." She says and then her brow furrows as she realizes she's just given Rachel a compliment.
"Is she drunk?" Quinn chuckles, looking over in Brittany's direction who also laughs.
"I think I might be." The Latina admits, placing her glass down onto the table to take a small time out.
"Oh boy, that only means it's just a matter of time before she starts trying to take Brittany's top off." Kurt groans, his head swaying from side to side until resting comfortably onto Blaine's shoulder.
"Please, can I tell you that I thought that my eyeballs would be saved from that when they moved out." Quinn whines, her and Rachel sharing a quick glance and an annoyed giggle.
"And alcohol does not even need to be in the equation." Rachel chimes in.
"But it does speed up the process." Kurt adds looking at Blaine when he speaks.
"Ain't that the truth." The short brunette agrees with a nod, playing with her wine glass. "I remember one time at Mick's…"
"One time?" Quinn shouts incredulously, garnering hearty laughs from both Rachel and Kurt and light giggles from the couple in question.
"Okay, okay…" The brunette shakes her head and waves her hand as though to erase her previous words. "Whenever we go to this bar Mick's, these two are off against the wall making out like two teenagers at a house party."
"Well if we didn't, then who would hold up the wall?" Santana bites back with friendly sarcasm.
"Or they are dry humping in the bathroom," Quinn adds with a quirked eyebrow. "Not even in a stall, right on the counter." Everyone gets a laugh out of that one and Blaine shoots the couple an amused but questioning stare.
"Hey, in our defense that was only one time." Brittany explains, clinking her glass to Santana's that is still on the table.
"Yeah," Santana laughs out. "Getting caught!" She yells and holds her hand up for a high five from Brittany which is immediately given.
"I can't help it." Brittany husks into her girlfriend's ear, kissing the spot right below on her neck quickly. "You're so sexy." She breathes out into Santana's ear, sending a shiver through the Latina's body and the blonde smirks at the affect she has on her girlfriend.
"Oh God, we should probably get going before they start fucking on the table." Quinn informs the rest of the table and Rachel can only agree with her girlfriend.
"Let us help you clean up." Blaine offers, pushing himself up from his seat, Kurt following his lead and both of them reach to grab some dishes from the table.
"Leave it." Santana waves them off, fighting the grin forming on her face as Brittany continues to whisper dirty things into her ear. "I'll get it." She assures them with another wave for them to put everything back down to the table and she turns her face towards Brittany's and kisses her lips quickly. "Let's show them out B." She tells her girlfriend, who presses their lips together once more and then pulls her out of her seat bringing them both to the door.
"Thank you so much for having me over." Blaine says to the two girl's standing side by side with their arms around each other. "It's so nice to finally meet the four of you." He looks at each girl individually and they all nod and smile in return.
"It was our pleasure." Brittany is the first to speak up, stepping towards the dark haired boy and kisses him on the cheek. "I hope this means we'll be seeing more of you." She winks at Kurt as she fixes the collar on Blaine's coat.
"I hope so too." He replies, glancing over his shoulder at Kurt who can only smile back bashfully.
"Are you coming back with us?" Rachel asks while buttoning up her pea coat.
"Actually, I'm going to Blaine's tonight." Kurt informs his roommates and both Rachel and Quinn share quirked eyebrows.
"Ooh, second night in a row." Quinn sing songs, throwing her bag over.
"Well, Blaine doesn't have roommates who complain about someone breathing too loudly." Kurt interjects defensively, staring pointedly at Rachel whose jaw drops.
"You should know as a singer that I have a keen sense of hearing." She crosses her arms over her chest and lightly stomps her foot. "And you do breathe rather hard when you're watching Project Runway."
"The tension gives me anxiety." Kurt huffs, bringing his hand to his chest.
"Okay girl's, that's enough." Quinn steps between the two diva's, wrapping her arm around Rachel and leads her towards the open door. "Thank your parents for dinner kids." She laughs, looking over her shoulder to send a wink to her friends as she drags her girlfriend into the hall.
"Bye guys." Kurt kisses the both of them on the cheek and even waves as he leads Blaine out, closing the door behind them.
"I like him." Brittany muses, turning around to head back into the kitchen with Santana right behind her. "He seems sweet and really into Kurt." She looks over her shoulder to gauge Santana's thoughts through her facial expression and sees an agreeable nod in response.
"Yeah, it's nice to see that Kurt has finally found a normal guy in this city." The Latina cringes at the memories of the other gentlemen callers their friend has had over the years. "Remember the guy with the piercing?" She shivers as she carries the now empty wine glasses over to the sink and turns on the faucet. Brittany chuckles, shakes her head and begins packing up the leftovers into the Tupperware Mrs. Lopez had bought them on her last visit.
"Ew, remember the guy from Junior year?" The blonde asks in a high pitched voice and the shorter girl pauses, looks up for a moment to recall said guy.
"Ew." She scoffs, her nose crinkling picturing that guy in her mind. "Is that the guy that didn't clean up after himself?" She turns her head to see Brittany nodding, confirming her statement. "He was super gross."
"At least that only lasted like, two weeks." Brittany points out and the both of them hum in agreement. "Let's just put the rest of the dishes in the dish washer." She suggests, walking up beside Santana and pulls down the washer door already loading it up.
"Guess we need to pick up some more soap." The Latina says as she shakes the nearly empty box.
"I'll put it on the list." The dancer tells her, skipping over towards the refrigerator where they have one of those magnetic notepads hanging on the front and she jots down dishwasher soap right under 'Brittany's face wash' in Santana's hand writing. "I get my check tomorrow."
"Oh good, I have to go to the bank anyway." Santana says, remembering she has yet to deposit any money this week. She glances over at the blonde as she finishes rinsing out the last wine glass. "Want me to cash it for you babe?"
"Actually," Brittany grins, places the pen back into its drawer and slowly struts over to her girlfriend. "I have off tomorrow." She quirks an eyebrow, grabs Santana's hand and spins her around into her, reaching behind the Latina to shut the water off. "I was thinking," She presses her lips to Santana's. "We could go out for breakfast." She smiles into another kiss as Santana hums. "We haven't done that in a while." She lifts the shorter girl's arms up and wraps them around her own neck then slowly lets her fingers trace down her sides, resting her hands at her hips.
"You know what else we haven't done in a while." Santana whispers, tilts her head to the side and kisses Brittany harder than their previous few pecks.
"We did that this morning." Brittany sighs out breathlessly when Santana pulls back and they both grin at one another. "And before I started making dinner." The Latina giggles and blushes slightly. "Oh." Brittany says slowly, finally getting what Santana is trying to say without saying it. "You wanna?" She asks, a huge smirk on her face and she scrunches her nose in that cute way that always makes Santana's knees weak. The shorter girl bites on her lower lip and nods slowly, playing with the back of Brittany's hair by her neck. "Well, what if I told you I've been ready for this all night?" The blonde whispers into her ear, pulling back to watch realization cross over her girlfriend's face.
"You mean?" Santana lets out quietly, her eyes dart down between their bodies and a tiny smile forms at the corner of her lips.
"Mhmm." Brittany grabs one of Santana's hands and lowers it down between them, bringing a tanned hand to cup the slight bulge in the front of her pants.
"Hmph." The dark haired girl groans through tightly closed lips. "I so want to be on top." She demands, quickly lifting her head to crash their lips together again.
"Mmm." The blonde finds it hard not to smile, even though all she wants to do is be able to taste Santana's tongue on her own. So in frustration, she lowers her hands to the outside of her girlfriend's thighs and squeezes hard, receiving a squeak in response. "I've been thinking about this all night." She admits between kisses, her hands moving to the button and fly of the other girl's jeans.
"Pick me up." Santana begs into the blonde's mouth, her legs rubbing up and down the dancer's. Brittany doesn't need to told twice and one swift motion she bends her knees and sets her hands under Santana's thighs and lifts her up. "God, you're so strong." She moans, moving her lips from Brittany's and down the sides of her neck while wrapping her legs around the blonde's waist.
"Bed?" The blonde questions through her panting, hands gripping and squeezing at her girlfriend's wonderfully shaped ass. "Couch?" She dips her head to find those luscious lips once again.
"Anywhere." Santana whispers into her mouth.
Brittany grunts as she readjusts Santana in her arms, groaning at the feeling of her girlfriend grinding her hips down into her own. She turns out of the kitchen, not even bothering to shut the lights off and makes a left into the hallway towards their bedroom. She bumps into a few walls on the way, but it does not deter her from reaching her destination. The blonde spins around so that her back pushes their bedroom door open and she keeps walking backwards until she feels the bed hit the back of her knees.
Slowly, she sits herself down and Santana shifts in her lap when she feels them hit the bed. Her knees go to the side of Brittany's hips and she immediately lifts her top over her head and motions for Brittany to remove her bra. Once off, pale hands come to a tanned chest, manipulating flesh with her fingers and palms. Her lips soon find a hardened nipple and she sucks on it, flicking it with the tip of her tongue while her hand massages the other one.
"Off." Santana grunts, her hands desperate to rid Brittany of the shirt she still has on.
They waste no time in removing the rest of their clothing, Santana's jeans and panties tossed somewhere to their bedroom floor and she stands there at the side of the bed completely naked impatiently waiting for Brittany to do the same. The blonde stands before her and torturously lowers her jeans making the bulge in her panties look even bigger than it had felt in the kitchen before. She smirks as she watches Santana's reaction as she steps out of her jeans and tucks her thumbs into her purple laced underwear.
"Sit down." The Latina tells her, mouth hanging open and her chest heaving. Brittany grins and does as she is told once again, she loves it when Santana tells her what to do, especially sexually. So she sits down on the edge of the bed, hands at her sides leaning on the mattress and she watches her girlfriend pull her nightstand drawer open and pull something out. "We definitely don't need a lot." She says in a low, husky voice as she drops to her knees and pours some lube into her hand. "I'm so wet right now."
Brittany groans with her lower lips between her lips, her legs twitch as she watches Santana's hand work the shaft of their strap on with lube and she runs her fingers quickly through her long blonde hair. The Latina smirks and looks up through her eyelashes at how anxious the dancer is, the way her hips are moving, the way her chest is moving up and down faster than normal, and it only turns her on more.
When she can't take it anymore herself, Santana stands up once again and grips Brittany's neck. Lifting up one leg to the bed she situates herself onto her lap, hovering just above the tip of the strap on that the blonde is gripping with her fingers to guide it right inside of her. She lowers slowly, humming out in anticipation when she feels the tip at her entrance and blue eyes widen in excitement.
"You like watching me ride you like this?" Santana smirks, finally filling herself with the length of the sex toy strapped to her girlfriend. Her jaw quivers as she sits flush against Brittany's lap with the entire strap on buried inside of her.
"Y…yes." Brittany stutters, her eyes flickering from Santana's and down to where the Latina is being penetrated. She gulps when Santana flicks her head from side to side, making her long dark hair sway along with her motions. "Fuck." She breathes out, her hands moving from Santana's hips and to the small of her back.
"Lay back." She pushes at Brittany's shoulders, barely having to use much force seeing as the blonde falls right to her back, her hands sliding from Santana's back and to her thighs. "Hmph, you know what I want you to do tonight?" Santana asks seductively, tracing her girlfriend's lips with her index finger as she moves her hips up and down faster and harder. Brittany shakes her head, small sounds of arousal escape her lips, her eyes not knowing where to watch. The Latina lowers her upper body, hovering just over the blonde's and she brings her lips right up to her ear and whispers.