A/N: just a little reminder here that, while Faberry is in this story, this is a Brittana centric story. There are some things that some times takes focus away from the actual story which is obviously Brittany and Santana. Therefore, while there are a bunch of things that I would love to include, sometimes I have to re-route the focus to where it is supposed to be. Not that anything in here is irrelevant, because that is not at all the case. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this chapter. let me know what you think of it :)
"Did I just ruin this?" She asks, feeling deflated that the first time they were going to have sex after months has just been shattered by her feeling slightly insecure. It is silly and Brittany is right, there really are no barriers like a little bit of hair for them when it comes to being intimate.
"I want to." Brittany admits and receives a bright smile in return. "But, if you…"
"No. I want to, too." Santana assures her and lifts her hand up so her fingers get lost in blonde hair.
"So," Brittany arches an eyebrow and licks her lips. "Kiss me."
The corners of Santana's mouth turn up, eyes flicker to her girlfriend's lips and she leans in to close the gap between them. Brittany hums out in appreciation as Santana's lips caress her own in a gentle manner. As much as she loves the tenderness in which Santana touches and kisses her, she feels her body needing more. Her own hands tug and yank at their dresses, wanting to finally feel naked skin against naked skin.
"Let's go to the bedroom." Santana manages to breathe out between kisses. Brittany nods while she trails kisses down Santana's neck and shoulder.
They both kneel down to the bed, smiles drunk with arousal and eyes devouring the sight of the other carefully and slowly. Brittany shuffles closer, extends her arms and groans when her hands touch down onto Santana's skin. Her stomach is tight and smooth. Her arms strong but soft and she smells like everything Brittany wants and needs for the rest of eternity. She smells delicious.
"Don't be shy." Brittany says as she pulls their bodies closer together. Santana giggles as she shuffles across the bed until her body is flush against Brittany's.
"Don't tell me what to do." Santana whispers into her girlfriend's ear.
"Hmm, I thought you liked that." Brittany bites back as she slips her thigh between Santana's.
A moan slips out of Santana's mouth hitting Brittany's sensitive skin when their bodies slide against one another. Fingers run through blonde hair and hands grip tightly at tanned skin as they move together. Their kisses grow more passionate and tongues taste mouths that speak of promises and whisper 'I love you'.
"Lie on top of me." Brittany begs while her fingers dig into the flesh of Santana's backside.
A sigh of a whine pops from Santana's throat at the request and her arousal is heightened even further. They try to move as one, not wanting to have any space between them. When Brittany's head hits the pillow, Santana lowers her body down on top of her letting her mouth travel across her skin having reign to move more. She kisses a path from her cheek to her chin then her neck until she is pressing open mouth kisses down her chest between her breasts.
Brittany's hands slide up Santana's back to the sides of her face, cradling her girlfriend's head as she's being peppered with wet kisses. She bends her leg at the knee and presses her thigh up and into Santana's most sensitive spot, receiving a hiss of pleasure at contact. She grins when she feels Santana smile into her skin and pulls her face back to hers. Neither hesitates to bring their lips, swiping tongues in and out.
Her lips dance across Brittany's chest over towards her right nipple. She kisses around it, pokes her tongue out to lick and flick it. Every single touch and caress of Santana's tongue sends shivers all over Brittany's body. The top of her head tingles, her chest tightens, her stomach flutters and between her legs is pounding. Her own hands run up and down Santana's back, gripping at her ass and moving her along with the thigh she's pressing against her core.
Santana groans and grinds down into Brittany's leg, her breath hits the wet skin her mouth has just adorned with sloppy kisses. She trails her tongue along her chest bringing her lips to encircle around the other nipple, wanting to give it equal attention as she has the other. Brittany's back arches up from the bed and presses the front of her body up into Santana's.
"Touch me." Santana whines, her lips grazing Brittany's cheek. Her stomach drops at the request and her hand slides down Santana's stomach until she hits her own thigh which she moves out of the way.
They both hiss at the initial contact. Santana is surely ready for her and has been. She's hot and wet, panting against Brittany's face as she anticipates penetration. Her jaw slackens when Brittany pushes two fingers inside of her and the air gets caught in her throat. A croak of a sigh and a whimper come tumbling deep from her chest and she pushes herself forward to deepen the digits inside of her.
A strangled sound from Brittany only causes her to move her hips more frantically. The noises coming out of them increase the arousal in both of their bodies. Brittany's free hand comes to rest at Santana's hip and guides her movements. Santana's hand finds Brittany's right breast, squeezing and kneading at it as she rides towards her destination. It's been so long, she can feel that her climax is not that far away. As much as they both want to take their time to get reacquainted with one another's bodies, they cannot fight their need for this release that they have been missing.
Brittany holds her hips still and pumps quickly in and out of Santana, enjoying the sounds escaping her girlfriend's lips at each stroke. She can tell by the way Santana's breath shortens and speeds up that she is close. Brittany lifts her head from the pillow to set a sloppily placed kiss to Santana's mouth which is reciprocated by a second too late. But, that just makes her smile. She loves watching Santana come completely undone above her.
Within seconds after the kiss Brittany feels pressure around her fingers. Santana's hips buck forward two, three times and she moans out into the tiny space separating their lips. Brittany's mouth hands open, tasting the cries of pleasure spilling from her girlfriend's body as they come. As she rides out her orgasm, Santana slowly moves herself against Brittany's finger letting them slide in and out of her to make the feeling last as long as possible.
Before she can ask how she is feeling, Brittany feels Santana's fingers sliding up and down her own opening. Her eyes widen, surprised but pleased at the quick turn in events. She gives Santana a few quick rubs, before she gets a nod and then pulls her fingers out. Santana grins and now it's her turn to please Brittany.
Her fingers slide easily into Brittany, her own center pressed against the back of her hand. She jerks her hips forward and backward, using her body to finish riding her orgasm and to push her fingers deep into her girlfriend. Brittany's hands grip at her back, her fingers press into her flesh as she pulls her body down to be closer against her own. This makes it a lot easier for her to use her hips and hand at the same time.
They smile at one another through glazed over eyes and half open mouths. Dry lips are moistened by kisses and swipes of tongue, either their own or their partners. Santana whispers 'good' in a question and Brittany moans out a 'yes' with a frantic nod of her head. Their bodies' crash, push and pull harder and faster against each other both reaching their destination together; Brittany for the first and Santana for the second time.
Brittany pulls Santana's forehead against her own as her climax peaks. Cries of ecstasy pour over her lips and her breath mixes with Santana's. Her hips cant up and into Santana's hand, driving her fingers deeper inside of her and her legs clench around her girlfriend's body. She stays still, letting the waves of pleasure run through every part of her. A small creak of a whimper cracks through their heavy breathing and her body slowly relaxes and drops to the bed.
Carefully, Santana removes her fingers from inside of Brittany and lowers herself until she is barely hovering over her. She places small, quick sets of kisses along Brittany's jaw line, her chin and cheeks until she presses a final one to her lips. Santana pulls back to take in her girlfriend's current state and she lets a lazy grin take over. Brittany's tries to lift her arms, needing to use a little extra effort because they feel so heavy. She runs her finger tips up and down Santana's back as they study each other's face.
"I love you." Brittany breathes out in a raspy voice. Santana smiles, kisses her lips and clears her throat.
"I love you too, Britt." She replies with the same worn out tone.
After a few more gentle kisses, Santana shifts over and off of Brittany and they lie on their sides facing one another. Their legs entwine together, hands clasp between their bodies with fingers laced. Even though they are both exhausted, they still find enough energy in them to smile and let their eyes roam over their still sweaty and naked bodies. They shuffle their heads forward and press their lips together.
"I don't ever want to leave this room." Santana says and Brittany chuckles. They lay silent for a little while, simply enjoying the company of the other. When she shivers a little, Brittany reaches her hand down for the comforter and pulls it up to cover their naked bodies. "Have you ever thought about moving back to Lima?" Santana asks after some thinking.
"I guess." Brittany shrugs against the bed and watches as her finger trails down Santana's arm. "I mean, our families are there. I think everyone dreams of raising their own family in the place they grew up. But, I like the life we have here. Sure, we grew up in Lima, but, we grew together in New York. I'm sure that doesn't make sense." Santana smiles sweetly and pulls their clasped hands closer to her chest.
"Makes sense to me." She assures Brittany and brings their hands to her lips to kiss the back of her girlfriend's.
"Have you?" Brittany counters, wondering if Santana is bringing this idea up because she's had visions of them packing up to go home to Lima anytime in their future. Santana shrugs one shoulder as she lowers their hands back down between their bodies.
"I think I've thought about it only 'cause, like you said, it's where our families are." She says as she tickles up and down Brittany's arm. "I like it here too. I like all of this." Her eyes scan their room for a moment before landing back on Brittany's bright blues. "Sure, Lima is home. Always will be. But, it's my old home where I was a kid." She explains softly and moves her hand up so she can play with Brittany's hair. "Now, my home is wherever you are."
"How'd I get so lucky?" Brittany breathes out and smiles at the way Santana swipes some hair form her forehead.
"I'm the lucky one." She winks and Brittany leans in for a kiss.
Being mid-October, finding time to meet up with friends has been a little harder than it used to be. Rachel is at auditions for plays, musicals and waiting all day long just to do cold reads for commercials. When she finished school her internship stopped and the school she'd been a vocal coach assistant at let her go. She's been able to find a few things here and there from the help of Jesse St. James. Something everyone was a bit skeptical about. But, Quinn defends at least he is getting her paying gigs so it can't be that bad.
Quinn and Santana are both finishing out their last semester at school, equally uncertain of their future from an occupational stance. Instead of quitting Nelson's altogether, Santana decided to get a second job. Really it's only one night she's working extra, but it's something. She talked to Garrett, the owner and bartender from Mick's, and he gave her the Tuesday night shift. Quinn cut her hours at Nelson's down and is also working at a photography studio owned by the son of her one of her professor's.
Brittany is still getting used to the new dance studio, but loves every second of it. Even though she is still teaching classes, she is able to get her own dancing in when office hours are closed. It's kind of a plus to being second in command at the studio with the perks of having her own set of keys to the place.
Regardless of their difference of schedules, the friends like to get together more than just their usual Thursday night dinners. So, they set out to meet down at Mick's for a few drinks and much needed catching up. Brittany and Santana arrive first, not even bothering to try and call the Cocktail Commander card because Rachel is busy, Kurt and Blaine are out on the island and Dina is stuck at work.
Before they can even order their drinks, Quinn comes rushing in from the street and suggests they grab a table instead of sitting at the bar. They agree and grab their coats and bags to move to one of the tables against the wall. Brittany offers to grab the first round and shoos Quinn's hand away when she tries to give her card over to open a tab.
"I know this might sound strange, but, I'm so happy you and Brittany are having sex again." Quinn comments when Brittany's back is towards them. Santana shoots her a shocked look, but it's hard not to grin like crazy which gives her away. "Not that I enjoyed walking in on you guys yesterday." She makes sure to explain. "But, a sexless Santana is no Santana I want to know."
"Me neither." Santana chuckles.
"Hey guys!" Alexis, Brittany's friend from the dance studio, comes rushing towards their table and waves.
"Hey." Santana greets and leans forward when the girl opens her arms, obviously requesting a hug.
"Hey, Quinn." She moves from Santana's embrace and gives Quinn a quick hug and kiss on the cheek. "It's friggin' crazy out there." Alexis sighs and motions towards the street where she just came from.
"That's New York for ya." Santana rolls her eyes. Still after all these years living in the city that never sleeps, the pace seems to get faster and faster.
"It's so great to see you two together again." Alexis mentions after Quinn comes back with another round of drinks.
"Yes, now all is right in the world." Quinn adds with a playful roll of her eyes.
"Aww, pumpkin." Santana fakes a pout and taps her friend's arm. "Jealousy will get you nowhere." She winks and Quinn flips her middle finger up at her.
"I mean, it's not only great you're back together, but that you guys worked everything out." Santana and Brittany smile at one another because Alexis is always vocal about the things she loves, but when she's drinking the love is stronger.
"She's right though." Quinn jumps in. "You guys are grossly mature and actually talked everything out. I mean, it took you over a month to have sex." Brittany nearly spits out her beer, but covers her mouth just in time so nothing comes shooting out.
"You know, I had this boyfriend from back home." Alexis starts. "But, sophomore year things were kind of getting rocky." She makes a face towards Brittany and Santana. "So, one night when he was here to visit, he suggested that maybe we needed to spice things up in the bedroom. Before I could ever come up with anything he decided on a threesome." Santana quirks an eyebrow in surprise, while still trying to maintain a sense of maturity. "At first I was kind of offended and felt like maybe I wasn't good enough. But the more I thought about it the more I realized I wanted to experience anything and everything and figured I was lucky enough to have an awesome boyfriend."
"So," Santana drawls out as she leans forward with her chin resting in her hand. "You had the threesome?"
"Oh, totally." Alexis smiles and nods. "It was hot and sexy and amazing." She sips on her straw and glances around the bar. Brittany and Santana look at one another curiously.
"Did it help your relationship?" Brittany wonders. Alexis swallows her drink and smiles a laugh, shakes her head and waves her hands in front of her.
"Oh, not even." She nearly chokes out. "We so broke up right after. It was probably the worst idea ever." She looks between the couples. "But, I mean, that was just us. It could totally work for other couples."
"Baby, something's up with Quinn." Brittany whispers while their friends are having an exciting discussion about things they enjoy. Santana looks over at Quinn, who seems fine as she is talking to Alexis about some E! True Hollywood Story episode. But, she knows what Brittany is talking about.
"Okay, but you can't get mad at how I lure her outside." Santana tells her as she opens her clutch and pulls out a pack of cigarettes. Brittany gives her a knowing but stern look of approving disapproval. "Quinn." She calls out and taps the table to get her friend's attention. When Quinn looks over she shakes the pack of cigarettes at her and smiles when she gets a nod in response. "Be right back." She tells Brittany and gives her a quick peck on the lips before heading outside for a smoke and some needed best friend conversation.
"Thanks." Quinn breathes out smoke after Santana lights cigarette.
"So, what's up?" Santana asks through her first drag and receives a confused look. "Don't even." She arches an eyebrow, letting her friend know she can sense something is up. Quinn takes two more drags, letting the smoke come out slowly and nods her head.
"It's personal." She vaguely explains, admitting something is going on, but uncertain if it's appropriate to share.
"Oh, please." Santana rolls her eyes and flicks ash from her cigarette. "Now I wanna know. Personal just means it's actually interesting."
"You're a bitch."
"And that's why you love me." Santana smiles widely at her friend. "So, come on. Spill." Quinn flicks some ashes, clearly biding time, and shifts her feet against the pavement. She takes a deep breath and turns towards Santana.
"Not that I'm complaining," Quinn begins. "And I can't believe I'm sharing this, but things with Rach… in the bedroom," She raises her eyebrows, waiting to see if Santana can read between the lines and pauses, but of course she gives no response. "Sexually."
"Oh sweetie." Santana affectionately pats her friend on the arm. "It doesn't have to happen just in the bedroom." Quinn rolls her eyes, nods her head and takes a long drag.
"Tell Rachel that." She sighs.
"You know that I'm going to keep pushing your buttons, so just come out with it and embrace the uncomfortable." Santana reminds Quinn that while she is here to listen, she's also not going to play with this beat around the bush way about sharing.
"Well," She clears her throat, closes her eyes and stands up straight. "If you must know, things between us are kind of on the vanilla side." When she opens her eyes she finds Santana's head tilted to the side and a curious eyebrow arched up. "Boring." She clarifies and Santana purses her lips and nods her head.
"How is sex boring?" Santana asks in confusion. Quinn shakes her head from side to side, realizing that of course Santana wouldn't understand how there can be a section in sex labeled 'boring'.
"I mean, it's wonderful." She backtracks, realizing what she has said and how it can be taken. "I love having sex with…" Santana holds up her hand and sucks in her lips to form a straight line across her mouth.
"Please, stop right there." Santana interrupts and tosses her cigarette only to grab another one. "Are you trying to tell me that, alone time with Berry is the same every time?"
"I mean, not exactly the same." Quinn defends, understanding that the likely of sex being the same every single time is in fact impossible.
"Are you trying to tell me that you want to spice up things between the sheets?" Santana suggests, wondering how deep this conversation is actually going to get. Quinn gnaws on her bottom lip and flicks her cigarette.
"I just… I want to try new things." She admits, annoyed with herself that she is allowing herself to resort to speaking to Santana about her sex life. Nothing stops Santana from sharing even the most intricate details of her romantic life with Brittany, but that is probably where the two friends differ the most.
"Okay." Santana claps her palm against her thigh. "I can totally help. Tomorrow, you and I will go to a sex shop and get you some sex toys." She waves it off as though she has just solved the world's problems and everyone should relax; Santana Lopez has got this covered.
"I don't think Rachel would want that." Quinn tells her and Santana can sense the nerves in her friend's voice. "She's so pure and…"
"Yeah, boring." Santana finishes the way the sentence was going to end in her mind and looks off to the side as if there is a list of ways to fix this. "Why don't you surprise her then? I surprised Britts with the strap-on the first time." She beams, once again feeling as if she has all the answers. "And actually, it was she who requested such a toy." She wriggles her eyebrows and Quinn can only let out a sad little chuckle. "Look, I get your girlfriend is super uptight but," She tosses her arm around her friend and squeezes her close. "Sex is supposed to be relaxing. You're so stressed about sex being boring, you're creating stress in your sex life."
"How the hell am I supposed to fix this?" Quinn groans. Santana pulls her arm from her friend and nibbles on her finger tip as she thinks of a way to help.
"Sometimes," Santana grins to herself and glances down at the cigarette in her hand. "We laugh hysterically while having sex." She chuckles at a few memories that flash through her mind. "We have fun, do and say silly things." She explains with excitement, turning to catch her friend's expression under the setting sun. "We try things we've never tried before or never thought of trying. There have been times a joke scenario is brought to the bedroom… if we make it there." Quinn playfully rolls her eyes and shakes her head. She's not surprised at that statement. "But, sometimes," Santana arches an eyebrow and smirks in her friends direction. "That's the best kind of lovemaking. Sex isn't just about getting off or only used to show your love for your partner. Sure, both have a lot to do with it. But, it should be fun more than anything."
Quinn looks on as her friend once more shrugs her shoulder and lifts her cigarette to her lips. Santana glances at the street in front of them and the random people out walking their dogs or their boyfriends or girlfriends or alone. She's always been so intrigued at how honest and open Santana can be with her sexuality. Maybe it wasn't always like this, but she can appreciate the way she's grown into her sexuality and matured with it.
Not just about being a lesbian, no. But, that she is a free sexual being. She doesn't stay within the lines that society has set up for what is proper and improper discussion. Quinn is Santana's best friend. Like she has said before, if she can't share the intimate details of her relationship with Brittany to Quinn, then who can she share them with? Other than Brittany of course. It's kind of the best part about having a best friend after all.
"I think a lot of people assume the relationship is what determines how or what the sex will or should be." Santana shifts in her spot and leans against the window of Mick's as she starts up again. "Like, if it's 'true love' or whatever, that it's always supposed to be this romantic, candle lit scene like from a movie. But, not only is that unrealistic, but it's boring." Quinn isn't surprised when Santana makes a face about all of this mushy talk about people's expectations of sex. In fact, it is actually kind of true. "For me, I feel it's quite the opposite in that, the sex is what determines how the relationship is and is going to be. Britt and I have such a good relationship because we trust each other and have fun in bed. She's not embarrassed to tell me when she wants to role play or if she wants to give me a 'blow job' when we bust out the strap-on." Quinn face palms herself and holds back an embarrassed chuckle while Santana swats at her to stop acting so childish.
"Oh my God." Quinn mumbles into her hand.
"Just like I'm not embarrassed to be totally down and into dressing in a cop or nurse uniform or like Jay-Z when she wants me to 'thug her out'. And I am comfortable enough in us and our relationship to feel free to get totally turned on when she gets on her knees to suck a cock I don't really have." Santana continues and smirks when Quinn once again turns her head. "You can look away all shocked at how forward I am, but, I guess you can blame Brittany for that. It's weird to say I feel free because I'm in a relationship. But, that's how she makes me feel. I'm free to be me and it's because of our sex life. Being intimate with someone is so much more than just getting naked and banging." She leans her body forward and lifts her hand, pinching her thumb and index finger together. "It's about the little things. How you can be completely vulnerable, naked in the metaphorical sense while being literally naked? I only know from what I know. And that's, if you can't be naked in every way with your partner, then how can it really work? Isn't a relationship about everything sex is about and vice versa?" She asks, even though they both know she is not ready to stop talking. "They both can be hard, soft, loud, quiet, orgasmic, exhausting, spontaneous, fun and messy. I guess sex is also a lot like life now that I think about it. If you're not fucking, you're not living."
"You should write greeting cards. The ones with inspirational speeches on 'em." Quinn comments and playfully slaps her on the forehead.
"Fine. Go ahead, mock me and dismiss my sexual wisdom. But just think about this lovely fact." She playfully shoves Quinn as they make their way towards the door. "Tonight, I'm going home to fuck my girlfriend in any and every way she lets me. Just some food for thought." She points to her own head and taps at her temple.
"And here I was, thinking I took the safe route in going to you with this situation and not Brittany." Quinn rolls her eyes at herself as she brushes by Santana and into the bar.
A few more drinks and the girls call it a night. It's not that they're old or anything, both Santana and Quinn have classes early in the morning. They've learned from past experience that hangovers are never fun during a lecture at eight thirty in the morning. Once Brittany and Santana get home they start getting ready for bed, taking turns in the bathroom before changing into their pajamas. While Santana is applying lotion to her arms and legs, Brittany moves to her side of the bed to get it ready for sleep time.
"So," Brittany drawls out and tugs at her side of their comforter. "Have you ever thought of having a threesome?" Santana side eyes the way Brittany leans across to her side of the bed to pull down the comforter entirely.
"Not as a way to 'fix' things, that's for sure." She replies with a chuckle and grabs the two tiny show pillows from the bed and tosses them. Feeling Brittany's eyes one her, Santana glances up from the bed. "What?" She giggles out and Brittany smirks. "It's not like we've never had one before." She points out and Brittany shrugs her shoulders.
"True. But," Brittany crawls to the bed, leaning on her knees. "We weren't exactly in a relationship then either. We were two high school cheerleaders hooking up with the football team." She explains. "It's different now."
"I know." Santana takes her spot on the bed, setting her pillow right behind her back against the headboard before leaning back. "That's probably why I would never actually want to have one." She admits honestly and Brittany's smile grows wider.
"But, you've thought about it?" Brittany questions again, extra curious.
"Yes."
"Me too." Brittany tells her as she shuffles under the covers. "Except, every time I think about it we wind up having sex in front of the third person. And it's like, super hot with them watching." She pats the spot beside her for Santana to move closer.
"I think that's how most of our threesomes in high school went." Santana reminds the both of them as Brittany leans towards her lips.
"Mhmm." Brittany hums and nods into the kiss. "Probably why we were so popular." They giggle at the truth behind that statement and shake their heads at how much things have changed.
Santana and Brittany are moving about in the kitchen preparing for the arrival of Quinn and Rachel for their weekly Thursday night dinner. Brittany is in front of the sink with the colander in her hand cleaning off the lettuce for the salad she is preparing while Santana opens the stove to check on the eggplant.
"Babe, did you pick up that organic dressing Quinn likes?" Brittany asks, shutting off the faucet and shaking the lettuce free of water. Santana shuts the oven and looks over her shoulder to the table, perfectly set up by Brittany, and checks the dressings she has put out.
"Ugh." She grunts, her cheeks puffing out and blows out sharply. "I think we used the rest of it last week." She sighs quickly making her way over to the refrigerator to check the shelves on the door.
"I put it on the list." Brittany says softly in a sing song type of tone. Santana rolls her eyes, more to herself than to Brittany. She's right, Santana does recall scanning the list while at the store and remembers mentally checking that off assuming they still had some of that stupid salad dressing.
"Yea well, I'm sure she'll survive." She lets the refrigerator door shut behind her and she moves to the counter beside Brittany. The blonde looks up offering her girlfriend a smile and hands her the colander.
"Put that in the bowl." Brittany motions with her head, wipes her hands on her apron and moves to grab the diced tomatoes from the cutting board.
"I don't know why we have to supply her with that stuff anyway. She should carry that shit around with her if she likes it so much." Santana complains, moving aside from the salad bowl and watches as Brittany adds other vegetables to it. "And you know. You go to lunch with her as much as I do, that she is totally that woman that always gets her dressing on the side." Her eyes roll, trying her hardest to push aside the memories of the days she herself was a waitress and had to deal with the Quinn 'dressing on the side' Fabray's of NYC.
"Baby, you do this every week." Brittany giggles to herself, shaking her head while she grabs the large serving fork and spoon for the salad and mixes it all up. "And you know you're just going to complain for a few more minutes and then, maybe stomp around a little depending on how you're feeling today," She looks over her shoulder at that comment and winks at Santana. "That you're going to take that cute little butt of yours and go down to the store and get that dressing for Quinn." She explains in a roundabout way the way this situation always plays out. "So, save us both the energy and skip all this other stuff and go straight to the part where you're back here, dressing in hand." She turns around, tilts her head and shoots Santana a cute little smirk. Santana grins, shakes her head and steps to the blonde placing her hands on her girlfriend's hips.
"Be back in five." She says and quickly pecks Brittany on the lips before grabbing her keys and heading out. "Oh and Britt," Santana calls out turning back from the door and catches Brittany's curious eyes. "Don't touch the stove." She winks and vanishes into the hallway leaving Brittany smirking to herself and shaking her head.
Santana hustled down the stairs twirling her key ring on her finger and busting through the double doors to their apartment building and into the setting sun in the city. She pauses for a brief second looking left and then right debating which way would be faster. Quick decision time she turns left and walks quickly to the store on the corner.
The sidewalks were busy as usual for this time in the day, people brushing by with their briefcases and on their phones having business related conversations or just talking to their husbands and wives. It was the after work rush and it had been something Santana had grown fond of over the past few years. She grins to herself as she hears the tail end of a conversation from a man in a suit with his tie nearly undone and his hair all messed up, something about a cat and a dryer.
"Hey Santana." The store clerk greets when she crosses over the threshold of the tiny grocery store just down the block from their apartment building.
"Hey Johnny." She smiles kindly and offers a nod rather than a wave and proceeds down the aisle where the salad dressings are.
Santana never understood most of what Johnny says and she is pretty certain that just like 'Jenny' the woman who does her nails a few doors down that 'Johnny' is in fact not his real name. But, she shrugs those random, often occurring thoughts to the back of her mind knowing they will return the next time she visits Shiny Nails and stares at 'Jenny's' plaque on the wall that most definitely does not say 'Jenny' on it.
Her eyes scan the shelves, forgetting the exact location of Quinn's special order dressing and finally stop when she spots the familiar looking container. She scoops it up and goes to turn when her phone starts going off in her pocket.
"Yo." She greets, half smirking and half rolling her eyes because she knows what's coming next.
"Baby, can you pick up olives?" Brittany asks in a hurry and Santana chuckles at the background noises from the other end.
"Yeah, what kind?" She is already moving down the aisle and stops right in front of the needed purchase, her hand already reaching out obviously knowing the answer.
"Green." Brittany tells her certainly.
"Alright, got em'." Santana grips the jar of olives in one hand with the dressing firmly placed under her arm and with the other hand holding the phone to her ear. "We need anything else?"
Six minutes and five other items later, Santana is standing at the counter getting her goods rung in by Johnny. He grins at her as he scans each item making small talk about what she was up to this evening.
"Thanks." She calls out and heads for the door.
"Bye bye Santana, tell Brittany I say 'hi'." She nods at the older Asian man and gives him a wave before falling in step with the rest of the New York City population.
The walk home seems quicker and she takes the steps to the apartment two at a time. Her eyebrows scrunch and her nose crinkles when she hears loud noises coming from her apartment. Swiftly she busts the door open to find her girlfriend jumping up and down, a beat red Rachel and a super smiling Quinn.
"What's going on?" Santana calls out loudly trying to be heard over Brittany's squeals of obvious delight. She shuts the door behind her and the trio turns to acknowledge her presence.
"Rachel and Quinn are engaged." Brittany replies ecstatically moving her attention from her girlfriend and back to the ring on Rachel's finger.
"Why?" Santana asks incredulously and gets a rather irritated look from Quinn.
"Hmm, I guess we'll take that as congratulations." Quinn shakes her head. Santana's mouth opens and closes finally moving herself from the spot in front of the door.
"No, I mean… ugh, yeah congratulations, of course." She back pedals her words and her initial reaction. She walks past them and places the bag of goods on the table in the kitchen.
"Santana you have to see this ring." Brittany exclaims lifting Rachel's hand in the air to get Santana to join them. "It's just the most beautiful thing ever." She coos and her eyes sparkle as she stares at the rock. Santana sidles up next to the blonde taking Rachel's hand in her own and studies the ring carefully.
"Hmm, nice job Quinn." Her lips twist and she turns around letting Brittany take Rachel's hand once again. Quinn watches Santana flee into the kitchen at begin to unpack the dressing, olives and other various things Brittany made her buy and she moves to join her in.
"What is wrong with you now?" Quinn asks, leaning up against the doorframe and crossing her arms over her chest. Santana pays no mind, not even lifting her head to look at the girl and she shrugs her shoulders.
"Nothing, this is good news. Good for you." She says easily enough. "I'm happy for you." Quinn quirks an eyebrow noticing how her friend won't look at her.
"Look," Her voice is low and she moves further in to the kitchen. "I get it." It's not a lot of words and in all honesty it's very vague, but Santana knows what she is talking about and she finally looks up to meet her friends stare. "I'm sure you're nervous this will stir up old fights or bad memories or whatever but… well shit, Santana, the world doesn't revolve around you." Her hands fall down hard to her sides that they slap her thighs. Santana jerks her head back, her eyes boring deep into Quinn's. "And if I'm being honest here, you made me realize that I can't just sit back and take things as they come. If I want it I gotta grab it and take it." She shrugs her shoulders, relaxing once again. "Besides, it's not like I'm stealing your thunder or anything. We both know you weren't going to use that ring anytime soon anyway, you said so yourself."
"That's not the point." Santana finally snaps back at her.
"Then what is?" Quinn challenges and after a few moments of silence she decides to continue. "Look, I know about the ring, Brittany knows about the ring but you're not ready and that's okay. Especially with everything that happened this past year." She explains and Santana rolls her eyes a little. "I know… you guys are probably going to have 'that' talk about that ring tonight after we leave but I promise you it's going to be alright." She smiles and Santana huffs while she crumples the plastic bag into a ball and puts it under the sink beside the trash can.
"Proposing to her doesn't suddenly make her accept your career or life choices." Santana explains with a sigh. Quinn's smile fades and her brow furrows. "She's still gonna think you're wasting your time. I mean, fuck Q, she's still giving you shit about your pink hair."
"She says she doesn't care."
"Please."
"Why can't you just be happy for me?" Quinn asks, her excitement slowly deflating. Santana's shoulders slump and eyes fall to the counter.
"Of course I'm happy for you." Santana assures her, letting her eyes meet Quinn's. "If you are in fact happy. I just… you're the one who reminded me that proposing wasn't a way to fix things with Britt. I guess I'm just afraid that's exactly what you're doing."
"Santana," Quinn steps closer to the counter and reaches down to cover her friend's hand with her own. "I love her and I want to spend the rest of my life with her. I am happy." They stare at one another for a few moments, both trying to gauge each other's expression. Santana twists her lips, eyes reading her friend's and she nods. "Great." Quinn claps and smiles. "Now that that's all settled come get a better look at the bling I bought my baby."
"Please don't ever say bling again Fabray, it so does not suit you." Santana advises as she brushes past her friend and back out to Rachel and Brittany.