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"So, we're going out for Kurt's birthday Friday night." Brittany informs her girlfriend, slapping her thigh gently to get her attention away from the television. Santana nods her head, flickers eyes over to the blonde as she carefully sips her coffee before she leans forward to set it down onto the table.
"Friday?" She arches an eyebrow and waits for a nod from the girl beside her.
"Yeah." Brittany replies, adding that nod in to give Santana that visual confirmation, and pulls her feet onto the couch and sits on them. "Why?" The blonde asks, curious as to why her girlfriend seems to be a little upset about this information.
"Well, I've got study group Friday." Santana reminds her, getting a huff and her tongue pokes out at disapproval. "Stop," She chuckles and playfully pushes Brittany's face away with the palm of her hand. "You know I have to go to those." She whines, hating the fact that her teacher apparently despises her life and seemingly has the desire to make Santana's life hell with a 'B' minus here and a 'C' plus there.
"But you can't miss Kurt's birthday." Brittany says, knowing that missing their friend's twenty second birthday is the furthest thing from her mind.
"Britt," She sighs and turns her body to face her girlfriend. "I can just go when I get out." She smiles and shrugs her shoulders. "I'll be a little late, but, I'm still gonna go." Santana laughs out in amusement.
"I know, but, the drinks before are always the funnest part." The blonde whines, pouts her lips and bats her eyelashes at the dark haired girl.
"How's this," Santana quirks an eyebrow and grabs Brittany's hand, intertwining their fingers. "I'll just leave early." The grin at each other, Santana sticks her tongue out and Brittany laughs. The couple, however, is startled from their conversation and relaxation when the door to their apartment flies open and slams closed.
"Oh my God!" "Quinn sighs loudly in frustration, throwing her bag onto the small table against the wall before she pulls her jacket off. "I can't!" She adds in a huff, fighting with the hook she is trying to place her coat on. Santana's eyebrows knit, one slightly raised and her eyes widen at the sight of her friend.
"Remind me to get that key back." She murmurs into her girlfriend's ear causing the dancer to stifle a laugh.
"Uh," Brittany starts, turning her attention back to the flustered blonde who's just barged into their home. "Hey Q." She feels Santana shift beside her, adjusting her position on the couch to keep her eyes on her frantic friend. "Whatcha doin?" She cautiously asks, and the short haired blonde finally gives up on hanging up her coat and puts it onto the table beside her bag.
"Yeah," Santana chimes in, glancing briefly over at Brittany. "What the hell are you doing?" Quinn stomps, huffs some more and spins around to face her friends who are staring at her as though she's gone mad.
"Drink." Quinn says, getting even more perplexed expressions in response. "I need a drink." She nods to herself and then heads towards the kitchen, pulling the freezer door open and grabs the bottle of vodka they keep stashed there. The banging of cabinets and clanging of glasses and ice give the couple a few minutes to come up with a few possible reasons as to this current state that is crazy Quinn.
"Is it something with school?" Brittany asks Santana in a hushed voice, but the Latina furrows her brow and shakes her head.
"Nah, bad grades or a big test wouldn't push her this far." She reasons, getting a nod from the blonde her gnaws on her bottom lip. "Her mother?"
"Shh," Brittany shushes her girlfriend, glancing over her shoulder quickly to make sure Quinn is preoccupied with making her drink. "Definitely not a Judy issue." She gathers, watching from a far as Quinn cleans up the spilled bit of vodka from their counter top. "Maybe it's…" But before the blonde dancer can even come up with another idea as to why Quinn is making herself a vodka martini on the rocks, extra dirty, the girl in question re-enters the room.
"Ya know," She starts, sips her drink and casually strides across the couples living room floor between the couch and the television set. "I just…" She chuckles, shakes her head and sits down on the ground and rests her glass onto the coffee table. "I'm fine with Rachel's parents visiting, really," She raises her hands in emphasis. "Really, really fine." Brittany and Santana share a quick look before returning their attention to their friend in need.
"Okay." Santana drawls out, giving the blonde an opportunity to gather herself.
"But," Quinn snaps her head up to the couple, once again surprising them as they jump in their spots on the couch when she slams her hands onto the wooden coffee table. "If I hear one more show tune," She raises one finger. "Or that I should really think about what I'm putting into my body when I eat one potato chip," She mimics one of the Berry's voices somewhere in there, Brittany can't really seem to figure which one though. "Or get one more tutorial on how to needle point or fashion a…"
"What the mother is needle pointing?" Santana interrupts, nose crinkled and eyebrows scrunched together at this foreign term.
"My fucking thoughts exactly." Quinn lets out in exasperation, and she grasps her drink, slowly lifting it to her waiting lips. She takes a few long sips from her beverage before setting it back onto the coffee table. "Please," She whimpers as she leans back and falls to the ground completely. "Let me stay."
"For, like," Santana's eyes flicker to Brittany, hesitant to even start any kind of conversation with her unstable friend. "A few hours?"
"The night?" Brittany chimes in, sitting up straighter in her spot beside Santana as she tries to get a good look at the blonde lying on their living room floor.
"Forever and ever." Quinn flails her arms as she groans out her response.
Santana puffs out her cheeks, carefully and slowly blowing air through her pursed lips while she looks over at Brittany who scratches at her hairline, head tilted to the side and her nose crinkled. Someone's phone that's on the kitchen counter goes off, getting both Brittany and Santana's attention, but is completely ignored by Quinn. The dark haired girl huffs and crosses her arms, making it known that she is not getting up to get it.
"I'm not getting it." She tells her blonde counterpart who rolls her eyes and giggles airily as she pushes herself up from the couch. "How much you wanna bet its Berry." She calls over her shoulder, which only gets another, loud groan from the blonde lying on their living room floor. "Britt, while you're in there, grab the bottle for Boozy-McDrinks-before-noon." She leans forward from her spot on the couch and glances at the glass now in Quinn's hands. "Looks like she's in need of a refill."
"Hey Rach." Brittany greets through a giggle, but grabs the bottle of vodka as her girlfriend suggested and walks back into the living room. "Yeah, she's here." Quinn sits up instantly and shoots her blonde buddy an incredulous glare, with wide eyes and mouth open. "Of course." She nods, quickly handing the bottle of liquor to her girlfriend, who instantly unscrews the cap and adds to her friend's depleting beverage. "No," She shakes her head as she plops down beside Santana and tucks her feet under her girlfriend's butt. "Okay, talk to ya later." She sighs and ends the phone call before letting the device drop to the couch behind her.
"What did she want?" Quinn nervously asks, eyes watering as she watches Santana fill her glass carefully and as she waits for Brittany's answer.
"She wanted to know if you were here." Brittany tells her, thinking that it should be fairly obvious, and she watches as her girlfriend screws the top back onto the vodka bottle.
"And?" Santana pushes, urging for more information, letting the bottle rest on the coffee table.
"She wanted to know if you were refilling her martini yet." The blonde says, a slight shake of her head at the confusion from all of the questions.
"And?" Quinn jumps in, bringing her second martini to her lips and taking a decent sized gulp.
"And she wanted to know if we were interested in going to see some foreign movie with her and her dads," She begins, rubbing at her ankles and wriggling her toes under Santana's bum. "And then go to some musical dinner place." She shrugs and reaches to the table for the mug of coffee Santana has seemed to have forgotten. Both Quinn and Santana's eyebrows raise, mouths hang open and their eyes widen.
"And?" They ask in unison. Brittany lifts her eyes up to gaze at both girls, her expression blank and she simply blinks back at them for a few, but very long seconds.
"You guys are so predictable." She chuckles, shakes her head and slaps at her girlfriend's arm.
The other two girls finally piece together that Brittany is jerking their chain, and that of course she would not willingly subject her best friends to such horror. The couple continues to go about their morning routine, with the background noises of groans and whimpers of Quinn, who keeps replaying her week with the Berry men.
Brittany walks through their front door, gym bag slung over her shoulder, water bottle in hand and she tugs at the scarf around her neck. She grunts as she kicks her shoes off, blows some stray hairs from her face and tosses her keys into the small dish on the table by the door. Santana, from her spot on the couch, glances over her shoulder and grins as she takes in her girlfriend's appearance.
It's a little past five, which means Brittany is returning from her late afternoon dance class, if Santana recalls it's hip hop this week. The blonde looks over to find her girlfriend smiling at her and she returns it fully, lowering her bag from her shoulder and letting it hit the floor by the wall. As she walks over to the couch to join the Latina, she redoes her ponytail and crinkles her nose.
"Hey." Brittany greets with a soft and tired voice, leaning down to press her lips to Santana's before taking the seat beside her girlfriend.
"Hey baby." Santana murmurs into the blonde's mouth as she receives a few more pecks. "How was class?" She asks, opening her arm for her girlfriend to fall into.
"Ugh," Brittany groans, resting her head against Santana's. "Exhausting." She relays, letting her hand come to her girlfriend's thigh and picks at the fabric of her sweatpants. "How was school?" She inquires, nuzzling her face into the crook of Santana's neck as she lifts her feet onto the couch.
"Stupid." Santana replies and tosses the text book from her lap and onto the coffee table a few feet away. "Same shit, different day." She adds with a yawn, leaning back into the couch and her head falls to the back cushion.
"Mmm." Brittany hums and her eyes close at the feel of Santana's hand around her shoulder massaging her arm.
"I have a study group tonight, so I can't do dinner." The shorter girl informs the blonde, nudging her nose into her girlfriend's cheek. Brittany lets out a moan of disapproval and Santana smirks at the way her eyebrows knit together only to emphasize her thoughts on this.
"But I haven't seen you all day." The blonde sighs, reaching her hand up to tug on her girlfriend's sweatshirt.
"You saw me this morning." Santana points out with a chuckle. "You saw all of me this morning." She adds in a husky whisper, pressing her lips to Brittany's forehead making the blonde in her arms giggle.
"But I want more." She admits, lifting her head to look into those brown eyes of the girl she loves.
"Well, if you're up by the time I get home, you'll get more." Santana reasons, wriggling her eyebrows suggestively. She kisses the blonde's mouth, pulls her tightly against her and then moves to get up from the couch.
"I guess I'll call Quinn and see if she wants to do something." Brittany moves her body to fully lie on the couch, watching Santana move about the living room to gather her books. "Rachel's been so busy with her parents visiting and then rehearsals," She explains, getting a grunt of agreement from her girlfriend. "So Quinn is either home alone or wandering the streets to avoid them."
"That sounds like a good idea sweetie." Santana nods, shoving her notes and texts into her bag. "You should invite her here." She says looking up from her books. "Get her out of that stupid, Streisand ridden apartment." Brittany giggles and turns onto her stomach, lifting herself up slightly with her arms.
"Call me when you get out?" The blonde asks, obviously already knowing the answer as she taps her lips with the tip of her finger.
"I'll text you while I'm there." Santana counters, walking over to her girlfriend and kneels in front of her to kiss the end of her nose.
"Even dirty texts?" Brittany wonders with hope, making the other girl giggle.
"Are there any other kind?" Santana fires back, this time bringing her lips back to Brittany's for a sweet kiss. "I love you." She whispers.
"Love you too." The blonde says back, opening her eyes when she feels Santana move to stand up again. "Oh, don't forget that tomorrow is Kurt's birthday dinner." She calls out, getting a grunt from the other girl.
Brittany turns onto her back to watch her girlfriend walk out the door of their apartment, letting out a long and tired sigh when it closes, leaving her alone. She twists her lips and then reaches over onto the coffee table to grab the phone, quickly dialing Quinn's number and lifting the receiver to her ear.
"Hello?" Quinn answers.
"Hey Q." Brittany responds, happy to have gotten Quinn to answer on only the second ring. "What are you doing?"
"Watching Real Housewives, you?" Brittany smirks, she can hear the boredom laced in her friends voice, probably not purposefully watching the reality show but unable to change the channel.
"I just got home and Santana is off to a study group or whatever." She explains, lifting her free hand up to play with a lock of her blonde hair and watches as she twirls it around her finger. "Wanna come over and order a pizza or something?"
"Already on my way." Quinn says and then the line goes dead. Brittany laughs with a shake of her head as she lowers her phone to see that her friend ended the call.
It's Friday and Brittany is sitting on the couch, legs crossed at her knees, thumbing through an old copy of US Weekly, every few seconds she glances up at the clock on the cable box. Santana is late, she knew she would be, but she hoped she wouldn't be. At least, the blonde reasons, it's not a surprise party because then that would be a bitch of a thing to apologize for.
Her lips twist in thought, for the past fifteen minutes she's been going over in her mind whether or not to call her girlfriend. It seems foolish to call, because Santana knows she is late, and she will only be riddled with frustration of having to be reminded. But, it's getting close to the wire here and they were supposed to be at the restaurant forty two minutes ago. Granted they were meeting at the bar of the restaurant with Quinn and Rachel first for a few drinks, but still, they are late and are probably going to be given a speech by the diva herself.
"I know," Santana rushes in through the door, bags over her shoulders and books in her arms. "I'm late, I'm sorry." She apologizes, and Brittany can't help but smirk because her girlfriend is out of breath, letting her know she probably ran home. Taking two large steps, she comes up to the side of the couch that Brittany is sitting on and leans over. "Give me," She places a quick peck on the blonde's lips. "Fifteen minutes, and I'll be ready to go." She grins at the sitting girl, before she spins around to drop her bags and books all over the table against the wall by the door.
Before Santana sprints to the bathroom, already knowing that Brittany has a towel in there waiting for her, she kicks her sneakers off under the table. The blonde shakes her head as she follows her girlfriend's image until it vanishes into the hallway and into their bedroom. She smoothes out the front of her dress and pushes herself up from the couch, making her way to the table now covered in Santana's school books and bag.
"So lucky I love your messy ass." She giggles to herself as she picks up the heavy Political Science textbook, History textbook and about three some odd notebooks that looks as though they've been through war. Trying to pick up the dark haired girls bag with two fingers she winds up dropping one of those ten ton textbooks onto the floor, having it fan out and a few loose notes go flying across their wooden floor. "Ugh." Brittany groans with a roll of her eyes, setting everything back onto the table as they were before and bends down to retrieve the mess she's now created.
She sighs at the sight of papers and the heavy text, Santana's been spending three nights a week at a study group with the pledge to pass her Political Science class despite her teacher's efforts to fail her. She shakes her head at the thought of a teacher giving a student a hard time and even putting their academic world on the line simply because they don't like said student. Then again, Santana's never been good at expressing herself to authority figures, and she wouldn't be all that surprised at her girlfriend getting lippy with a professor.
Lifting the textbook right side up, she shuffles the loose pages closer to her and into a small pile. As her eyes scan over the college ruled paper, covered in her girlfriend's handwriting, she gathers that what she holds in her hands are notes from her study group. Brittany hums out a sigh and tilts her head to the side as she presses the papers into the textbook, tightly, to ensure that they will not fall out. But, when she is about to close the textbook and get back up to her feet she spots a tiny piece of blue paper far beneath the table.
Her hand stretches under the table, a little further than before, and she pinches the blue paper between her index and middle finger. She grabs the textbook with one hand and then leans her arm onto the table to hoist herself back into a standing position. Before she shoves the little piece of a paper into the book along with the rest of the notes something catches her eye. Her head jerks back a little and her eyes narrows, eyebrows furrow and her nose crinkles.
Brittany puts the textbook down, bringing her other hand to grab the note better. It's not Santana's handwriting, this is obvious in the curlier yet straight edged font if this particular writing. Her eyes scan over the words, briefly, just to take it all in first before she actually reads it fully. It's short, a line or maybe two, she can't count right now because all she can seem to really notice is the person it's from. But, before she jumps to conclusions, she decides to calmly read the tiny note.
we should do lunch again, I had a great time today. call me. –T
"I'm out of the shower." Santana's voice comes from their bedroom, startling Brittany who hastily shoves the note into the textbook and closes it. "I just gotta do my hair." She calls out and then the sound of the blow dryer going on echoes through the apartment.
Brittany moves away from the table, eyes focused on the couch that she is making her way towards, and she slowly takes a seat. Her chin rests into her hand as she leans forward and her eyebrows knit together in thought. It's probably nothing; probably no one. The blonde is trying to rack her brain to put the letter 'T' to any and every face she has come in contact with since this semester started. Obviously it has to be someone from school, or why else would that note be stuffed into Santana's Political Science textbook. But every face she comes up with only ends up nameless because she can't seem to remember.
It's not the note that's getting to her, it's the way that it sounds in her mind as she reads it over and over again. It sounds flirty. 'I had a great time', like, what does that even mean, she thinks to herself. And whose phone number does Santana have? Have they spoken before? Brittany slits her eyes at the cable box, telling her they are only later than they were before her girlfriend came home. Her head tilts to the side and she lets out a long sigh as her mind wanders to the idea of looking through Santana's phone book on her cell.
But, she can't. That's not very trusting of her, she would feel so guilty and probably not be able to look her girlfriend in the eye if she were to do something so deceitful. With a huff she leans back against the couch and lets her hands fall to her lap, greeted by silence when the blow dryer shuts off.
"Just touching up my make-up, sugar." Santana so sweetly hollers from the hallway before sneaking back into the bedroom to lean into the mirror most likely. The blonde's arms uncomfortably come across her chest and she brings her fingers to her lips where she begins to nibble on her nails. "Baby," Comes the sound of her girlfriend's hushed tone and gentle clinks from the heels of her boots, which gets the blonde's attention. "Stop biting your nails." She smirks and loosely wraps her fingers around Brittany's wrist to tug her fingers from her teeth.
"Sorry." Brittany mumbles, letting her hand fall down to meet the other in her lap. Santana giggles and takes a seat on the arm rest of their couch and rests her hand on her girlfriend's shoulder.
"Why are you sorry?" She inquires with a confused but amused expression. "You're the one who asked me to tell you when to stop doing that." She explains lightheartedly, rubbing her fingers into her girlfriend's tense shoulders. "You said it's a nasty habit." She explains with a shrug of her shoulders.
"Right." Brittany nervously laughs out and then pushes herself up from the couch, catching Santana's hand in her own when it falls from her back. "Well, we should go." She motions towards the door, pulling the dark haired girl from the couch to follow.
"Alright, alright." Santana huffs, jokingly of course, and reaches for her girlfriend's jacket on the back of the closet door. "Turn around gorgeous." She twirls her finger in the air for Brittany to face her back to Santana, this way it will be easier for her to help her with her coat.
"Such a gentleman." Brittany teases, and gets a playful smack on her ass as well as a tiny growl in her ear.
"Fresh." Santana rasps, a chuckle follows shortly after. "You look beautiful by the way." She comments as she fixes the collar of her girlfriend's coat. Brittany smiles, her fingers fastening the large buttons on the front of her jacket and she looks over her shoulder.
"So do you." Santana blushes slightly and reaches around the blonde to grab her own coat and scarf.
"You want this boo?" The dark haired girl offers the dancer her scarf.
"Yeah," Brittany nods and smiles as she turns around to take the offered garment. "Thanks."
Luckily, the restaurant is only a few blocks away from Brittany and Santana's apartment and they get there within five minutes. There's light snowfall as they enter the place and the blonde chuckles when her girlfriend throws a comment out about using Rachel as a shovel, or something to that affect.
"Look who's finally here." Quinn announces and waves her hand in the air upon the arrival of Brittany and Santana.
"Yeah, yeah." Santana brushes her off as she helps Brittany with her jacket again, but in the opposite direction this time. "I had school stuff." She rolls her eyes, even though she knows that Quinn is only joking around.
"You better get your shit together Lopez." The blonde, hazel eyed girl comments, pointing a finger at her shorter friend. "We have a deal, remember." She quirks an eyebrow and then smirks, finally getting the Latina to let out a chuckle.
Brittany smiles at the banter between her girlfriend and best friend. Ever since they both decided to try out law school together, they've been each other's driving forces to do better and try harder. Granted they are both still a semester behind their girlfriend's, they want to be sure that they graduate at the same time.
"Your hair looks amazing Brittany." Rachel says, breaking the blonde out of her own world, and moves next to the dancer to admire her blonde hair.
"Oh," She smiles politely, and touches the back of her head lightly. "Thanks Rach."
"Hey," Rachel reaches around Brittany to tap Santana on the shoulder and get her attention. "How's that study group going?" She asks with a tilt of her head.
"It's good." Santana replies dryly, turning her body to face the diva and the two blonde's. "Exhausting, but good." She nods at the bartender when he comes over and orders two glasses of white wine.
"I remember I was in a study group once," Quinn chimes in with feigned interest at the memory. "This annoying girl thought she was, like, in charge." She rolls her eyes and sips her martini. "Kurt was there, it was back in Lima." She explains to the group who nod. "When we suggested to venture somewhere else to study, like the Lima Bean, she freaked out saying we couldn't fully grasp the subject if we weren't on campus." She bites an olive off of the tiny sword in her drink. "Bitch was crazy."
"It looks like Santana is lucky." Rachel points out through a light fit of chuckles, hooking her arm through Quinn's as she twirls her wine in her glass. "I was on my way to work and I saw her with some little group outside at some deli or whatever." She waves her hand that resting on Quinn's arm, forgetting the name of the deli she'd seen them at. Santana just nods, agreeing with her friends that it's nice to not have to be on campus so much.
"Oh, I always thought you went to school for those study sessions." Brittany comments with a tilt of her head, reaching for the glass that Santana is holding out for her. The Latina turns her head to the side and furrows her brows slightly.
"Oh, I guess I never thought to explain we pick places to meet sometimes." She explains with a shrug of her shoulders, and she takes a sip of her wine quickly. "I mean, the library closes sometimes and we get 'shushed' a lot." She continues and then chuckles with an eye roll. "Well, I get 'shushed' a lot." The other three laugh along with her, not at all surprised that the Latina would be told to be quiet in a library.
"Hello my beautiful lady loves." Kurt's voice booms through their tightly knit circle and they all fan out to greet him for his birthday dinner. "You look," He kisses Rachel. "So wonderful." He kisses Quinn, Santana and then Brittany before spinning into Blaine who he kisses on the lips. "Woohoo, happy birthday to me." He declares and lifts his foot, leaning forward into Blaine.
"Happy Birthday." Quinn says softly and squeezes his shoulder affectionately.
"Yeah, happy birthday." Santana tells him with a sweet smile. "Baby, did you bring your camera?" She asks in a tiny voice in Brittany's ear. The blonde rifles through her bag and slumps her shoulders.
"Oh, I forgot." She pouts, but Santana grins and wraps her arm comfortably around the tall blonde's waist.
"We can use my phone." The Latina suggests, taking a quick sip of her wine and turns her attention to conversation being had between their friends.
After a few more minutes and getting Kurt and Blaine a drink, they finally get called for their table. It's a cute place, not too fancy, especially seeing that they are all still struggling college kids. Actually, it's perfect for them. The couples sit together, and close to their partner, as they enjoy light conversation over a few bottles of a wine and good food.
"And when you become some huge fashion designer, you can call me to look over all the fine print to make sure you don't get screwed over." Santana tells Kurt, raising her nearly empty wine glass in the air by the stem, a smug look on her face.
"What about me?" Quinn shouts out defensively, but of course in jest, getting a few snickers from around the table.
"Sweetie, how about you get your bachelor's first." Rachel jumps in, rubbing her girlfriend's arm.
"You should say that to Santana's Poli Sci professor." Quinn comments with a roll of her eyes as she finishes up the last of her red wine. Santana huffs and shakes her head, grumbling something into her glass about agreeing with that comment.
"What?" Blaine finally enters the conversation. Santana and Brittany like him enough, but he mostly sits there and smiles, a lot.
"According to Miss Lopez here," The short haired blonde shifts in her seat and raises a perfectly shaped eyebrow. "Her Political Science teacher has it out for her."
"He does." Santana nods at the truth to this statement.
"Oh come on." Quinn challenges. "That's crazy."
"Yeah," Rachel leans her arm onto the table. "What would make you think such a thing?"
"Because that's exactly what he said." The Latina huffs, and sits back into her seat, leaning over to the side to snuggle up to Brittany. Everyone but Brittany and Quinn look back at her in shock, and eventually, after a few seconds she sighs in defeat. "Okay, maybe he didn't say that exactly." She shrugs and hands Brittany her glass.
"So that's why you've been obsessed with your study groups lately." Kurt muses, tapping the tip of his finger to his chin and glances off to the side as if in thought. Brittany glances over at her girlfriend and watches the way her lips curl up and the way her eyes shine at their friend's laughter and stories.
However, as the night comes to a close, the thing that Brittany has been trying to forget and push into the back of her mind only seems to be dragged to the forefront. She didn't expect the topic of her girlfriend's stupid study sessions to pull her mind back to that tiny note she'd found in a Political Science textbook.
She shakes her head to herself when she feels Santana squeeze her hand and look in her direction. Brittany is certain that there is nothing to worry about here. Actually, she is pretty sure she is driving herself crazy with something probably so innocent. Maybe when they get home she'll bring it up to Santana, explain how it fell out of her book when she was planning on moving her stuff. But then again, there's no reason for her to confront Santana because there is nothing to confront. If it wasn't meant to be found, then her the Latina would have tossed it away, she wouldn't have stuck the note into her textbook with the possibility of Brittany finding it.
"So, we'll call you guys tomorrow." Quinn nudges her shoulder into Brittany's, shaking her out of her inner dialogue. The tall blonde realizes they are outside and she wonders how long she's been in her own mind.
"Oh," She smiles at Quinn and Rachel and nods. "Yeah, tomorrow." She hooks her arm into Santana's and lets the Latina lead the way to the taxi she'd flagged down.
The cab ride is just as quick on the way home as it was on the way there, and within minutes they arrive at their apartment building. Brittany pays the driver and ushers Santana out gently. They lead one another to the elevator, where once inside, Santana pins Brittany up against the wall and kisses her neck softly. Brittany can't fight the smile that comes to her lips and her arms come up to circle around her girlfriend's neck.
The dancer pulls her girlfriend down the hallway, it's only a few feet until they reach the door, and she unlocks and pushes it open. Santana's hands are still all over her, even as she kicks the door shut behind them, and the stumble through the living room. The Latina grabs the keys from her and throws them onto the table where they fall to the floor with a 'clink', catching the blonde's attention. Of course, her eyes happen to fall on to the Political Science textbook, still perched on top of the tiny table against the wall, with bits of loose leaf paper sticking out of it.
She closes her eyes when Santana continues to kiss her neck, moving to her shoulders where she lowers the straps of her dress. The blonde giggles once they get into their room, and Santana finally removes her hands from the lithe dancer. She smiles bashfully at Brittany, who stands there ready to undress, and excuses herself to use the bathroom complaining about too many glasses of wine before dinner.
When the dress falls to the floor, Brittany steps out of it, telling herself she'll pick it up tomorrow. She strides her way over to her dresser, pulling out a t-shirt to wear for bed. Her thumbs tuck into the elastic of her thong and she shimmies out of them easily, until finally pulling out the bobbie pins from her hair and shaking her blonde locks free.
She looks over to their bathroom door and smirks when she hears the tell tale signs of Santana's nightly ritual of facial cleansing. Instead of waiting for Santana to pick up where they'd only just started, she pulls the covers back and plops herself onto the mattress. Lying on her back, she stares up at the ceiling, listening to her girlfriend hum as she scrubs and rinses her face. She shouldn't but she can't help but let her mind wander back to that note in the other room, under the hundred some odd pages of a text book.
Brittany hadn't realized it, but she had closed her eyes for a few moments, deep in thought obviously. The next thing she notices is the dip in the bed and warm hands on her body. When she peeks her eyes open she finds her girlfriend smiling back down at her as she slides on top of her.
"Mmm." Santana hums as her lips brush against the skin of Brittany's neck, while her hands bunch up the blonde's t-shirt at her sides. "You looked so sexy tonight." She whispers into her girlfriend's skin.
"You say that all the time." Brittany tells her, her nose crinkles as she giggles when Santana blows air into her ear.
"Well," The Latina starts, lifts her head and raises an eyebrow at her girlfriend. "That's 'cause it's the truth." She half smirks before she dips her head back down to adorn Brittany's neck with kisses.
Her hands trail further up the blonde's shirt, letting her thumbs brush up against stiff peaks as the cool air of the room and her warm touch hit Brittany's skin. She tugs at the fabric of the t-shirt and gets the girl on her back to sit up enough for her to yank it off, in the same motion pulling her own tank top off in the process.
Santana smirks to herself, taking in the fact that both she and Brittany go to bed without underwear on and she is quick to let her body fall flush against the blondes. Her mouth instantly finds the uncovered flesh, licks and sucks on it, leaving tiny pink marks in its wake. Slowly, she kisses and nips her way down her dancer girlfriend's body, her thumbs lustfully press into her hip bones. Before she moves that little bit lower, she glances up and wriggles her eyebrows up at the blonde who watches her.
Brittany lies there, head rests against her pillow and her face tilted up to the ceiling. Her hands, one placed on a tanned shoulder and the other atop dark hair. Her legs are spread, with just enough space for Santana's head to fit between, and they are bent at the knees. She shifts her hips, wanting to move with the friction her girlfriend's tongue and lips are providing, but the little ting in the back of her mind makes it hard for her to enjoy. She's thinking; there's no way around it.
She shuts her eyes, tightly, and clenches her jaw as she lets out a long breath through her nose. Santana hums out in appreciation from between her legs, the vibrations definitely peaks some interest down there, but not enough to get her brain to stop. She doesn't even really know what it is she is thinking of, but, fact of the matter is, she can't concentrate. This actually seems odd to her, because she never really needs to 'concentrate' when they are in such intimate positions.
"Baby," Santana coos from a few feet down, kisses the inside of Brittany's thigh and caresses the outsides with her soft fingers. "You get me so hot." She whispers, her breath hits the blonde's centre just before her lips kiss her there again.
Santana reaches her hand up, fingers trail up Brittany's torso until she grasps her left breast with her right hand. She squeezes the pale flesh in her hand a few times, only to momentarily cease her motions when she feels the blonde's hand move from the top of her head and cover the back of her hand. She smiles to herself as she slightly tilts her head to the side, preparing to full on kiss her girlfriend's most intimate place.
"Sant… Santana." Brittany sighs as she wraps her fingers around Santana's hand that's on her breast and tugs on it. "Come... come here." She asks gently, still lightly pulling at her girlfriend's hand to get her to come back up to eye level.
A throaty chuckle escapes Santana's lips and Brittany can feel her smirk against her skin before she lifts her body up, ready to obey her girlfriend's wishes. She lowers her head ever few inches that she crawls over the lithe body beneath her, pressing open mouthed kisses to the patches of skin her lips find. Pale hands pull, tug and yank for Santana to reach her quickly, only causing the Latina to giggle some more.
"Impatient are we?" The dark haired girl comments once she finally reaches her destination and meets those blue eyes. Brittany swallows the tiny lump in her throat, forces a small smile to her face and tears her eyes from Santana's, letting her fingers dance delicately at the back of her girlfriend's tanned and muscular back. "I'm gonna make you come so hard." Santana groans, letting her mouth fall down to Brittany's shoulder, sucking on the spot just below her neck.
Her hips grind down into Brittany's while her fingers slowly travel down her stomach, tickle the inside of her thigh and move to touch that spot between her legs. But just as her fingers are within reach, a hand grasps her wrist and pulls it further away from its intended destination. Santana sucks in a breath, leans her forehead into Brittany's cheek and furrows her brow.
"Wait." Brittany lets out, it's soft and hesitant.
"You okay babe?" Santana asks, nudging her nose into her girlfriend's and then kisses the corner of her mouth as she pulls back to see the blonde's expression. Brittany looks back up at the girl hovering above her, giving both of those beautiful brown eyes the same amount of attention and then she lets out a sigh of a smile.
"Yeah." She giggles out and shakes her head, bringing a hand up to rub her forehead. "I'm just," She brings her other hand to the front of Santana's shoulder and rubs at it affectionately. "Really tired." Brittany admits and she blinks a few times, staring up at Santana through hooded eyes, who smiles sweetly at the blonde.
"Is that why you've been out of it all night?" She muses, letting her hand that was venturing downwards come to rest at the side of Brittany's head, her fingers playing with her blonde hair. The dancer offers a nod and a smile with parted lips that let out a small puff of air. "Okay." She says softly, and leans down to press one last kiss to her girlfriend's lips. "Let's go to sleep then." She winks as she pulls up and teaches to the bedside table to shut off the lamp that is lighting up the room.
"I mean," Brittany stammers out, once more grabbing at Santana's wrist, stilling her. "If you… like, I can…" She lowers her eyes down to their hips, where their bodies are still pressed up against one another and her mouth opens and closes a few times at the suggestion. Santana's eyebrows knit, and then unknit as she takes in what Brittany is proposing.
"Britt," Santana starts, an amused and half offended chuckle pops from her lips as she studies her girlfriend. "I'm not some sex crazed girl who…" She stops talking when Brittany sends a quirked eyebrow and a tight lipped smirk in her direction. Santana rolls her eyes and lets out a real giggle, settling her body comfortably once again on Brittany. "Okay, I am." She concedes with humor, getting a short laugh from the blonde. "But," She shrugs her shoulders and shakes her head, watching as her fingers twirl Brittany's blonde hair around. "You don't need to get me off all the time." She tries to explain without trying to be so blunt about it, but she knows that she needs to be in order for Brittany to grasp what she wants to say. "You should know by now that it's more than just sex with us." Santana continues, letting her eyes raise and lock into sparkling yet questioning blue eyes. Her head shakes again and one shoulder shrugs as she blinks and squints, doing her best to try and read the blonde's mind.
"I know." Brittany replies, just before Santana is about to question her hesitation. They both tentatively smile at one another, two sets of hands rub and tickle against skin not their own as the conversation settles between them.
"So," Santana drawls out, letting her body slowly lean back over and her arm reaches out to the bedside lamp. "Let's," She pulls the string down and blackness takes over their bedroom. "Go to sleep." She giggles as she rolls herself off of Brittany and onto her side of the bed, her arm drapes over the blonde's stomach and pulls her body close. "I love you." She whispers gently into the night air of their bedroom.
"I love you too Santana." Brittany says back and turns onto her side, shuffling her back into Santana's front and breathes out comfortably at the feel of her girlfriend's arm around her. "Goodnight." She yawns, rubbing up and down the arm that is holding her tight.
A/N: just want to say that this has been planned since I even started posting this story. and if you follow my tumblr, you know i've commented on some serious shtuff coming up in here. this chapter may seem a bit, idk, dicey, or however you wanna put it. but it's kind of supposed to be, especially if you read it from a perspective such as Brittany's.