Sorry for not updating sooner, I've had half of it written for ages but was too lazy to finish it. I'm the worst at reading through what i write so i'm sorry if there are any mistakes
"Are you coming up then or what?" Santana's impatient and slightly annoyed voice came from the window above, which was still out of sight due to the large canopy of leaves overhead.
"Gimme a minute" Brittany whined, cheek pressed harshly against the rough bark. All she got in reply was an aggravated huff and a loud growl to 'hurry the fuck up'.
She gripped onto the tree with her legs and shuffled up the trunk until she was able to perch on a nearby branch, her duffel bag slung over one shoulder. Feeling like Spiderman she started to climb, twigs and leaves falling around her as she ascended higher and higher. Breaking through the wild green she can see Santana roaming around her room, and before she knows it she's gripping onto the white window frame and throwing her bag into the room, almost falling again when her hand slips off the edge.
Brittany smiles at Santana once she's inside.
"Butterfingers" she jokes, wiggling her fingers in front of her. Santana stares at her, face void of any emotion, before storming off into the en-suite, huffing and puffing along the way.
Brittany shrugs; jumping down on the bed and watching Santana storm around the room, picking up things, throwing them back on the floor and swearing under her breath.
"Did I do something wrong?" Brittany asks bouncing on the bed slightly, an hour ago when Santana had called and said that she wanted to have an all-nighter together she'd packed a bag and jumped on her bike without waiting for a reason, telling her mom that she was staying at Quinn's. But now it seemed she didn't want to be anywhere near her, never mind spend the whole night together.
Santana looks at her, sat on the bed with an innocent smile, and she deflates a little "No" she sighs, picking dirty clothes of the floor and throwing them elsewhere around the room "It's my fucking parents, they think they know everything." Santana travels the short distance until she's leant down and face to face with Brittany "they tell me they're leaving for the weekend, two hours before they go, which is fine, but then my mother has the audacity to give me a handful of condoms" she struts over to the bathroom "and fucking dental dams!"
Brittany watches her slam the bathroom door shut with a half confused half shocked expression, eyes glassy "What's a dental dam?"
She thinks she says it to herself but as soon as the words leave her mouth the door swings open and four individual boxes fly at her, hitting her head and chest with only a "That's a dental dam!' before the door slams shut again.
Santana stares at her reflection in the mirror; her hair was messy from where she'd angrily run her fingers through it, clothes out of place and makeup blotchy. She was a mess really but she still looked hot, she always looked hot and god did she know it. Not in the same way those cocky bastards at school think they're hot, more in the way that she knew she was hot, she knew other people knew she was hot and she used it to her advantage. She ruled that frickin' school.
Thoroughly calmed down she touches up her already lite makeup, flattening down her hair and ending up changing into a t-shirt, she goes to open the door.
"Britt-" she stammers out but has to stop when a choked laugh tries to get out; sat on the bed with a deer in the headlights expression is Brittany, in her hand is an unwrapped dentil dam that she's about to, what looks like, take her third lick of.
"It tastes like strawberry" is her only excuse as Santana covers her mouth with her hand in an attempt to hold in a laugh.
"Britt you know what those are for right?"
"No" Santana gestures wildly around her lower regions with a suggestive look and it takes a couple seconds before Brittany's face turns red with embarrassment. "Oh" she breathes "So me licking this was…"
"Yeah"
Santana readjusts the baggy t-shirt on her frame, pulling Brittany's through the supermarket with an over exaggerated sigh. They'd ended up watching movies –after Santana had explained in full detail just how the contraceptive worked and Brittany had still insisted she wanted to try the watermelon flavor- until 1am in which Santana had gotten hungry and insisted there was nothing in the house so they had to go on an impromptu shopping trip in the middle of the night.
Brittany frantically scanned the deserted aisle ways "What if someone sees us?"
"Calm down" Santana placates pulling Brittany down the cookie aisle "No one is gonna see us, the only people in stores at one am are lunatics and alcoholic housewives. None of which are gonna tell anyone" she stops when she reaches the Oreos, grabbing nearly every packet like it's the most normal thing in the world "I swear babe you're such a worrier"
"Am not" Brittany says, high-pitched and childish, Santana raises her eyebrows "I want Twizzlers" she huffs and walks off. Santana grabs an abandoned cart, dumping the dozen packs of Oreos inside and starts pushing it, throwing in anything and everything she sees. She turns left at the end and is sent careening into a middle aged, platinum blonde woman with dead eyes, a bottle of bourbon clutched in her right hand.
The woman scurries away without saying sorry, her heels clicking as she walks "I am so right sometimes it's scary" Santana mutters, watching her go. She goes into the aisle the woman came from, finding it wall to wall with different alcohol and decides it's meant to be so she carries on. Wine coolers would be too presumptuous, like she just wants to get Brittany drunk- which is sort of true- but hard liquor would be too much on someone that never drinks, Brittany will end up throwing up all over her carpet while Santana cries like a baby in the corner.
Four packets of Twizzlers land in the cart, each with a dull thud in the quiet store, "Whatcha' doin'?" Brittany says planting a kiss on her cheek.
Santana picks up two six packs of beer and throws them in the cart "Nothing" she says and grabs a hand full of Brittany's Batman t-shirt, pulling her down into an impromptu make out session "You taste like mint chocolate chip"
"Don't go down the ice cream aisle" Brittany laughs once Santana pulled away, eyes glazed over and lips swollen. For a fleeting moment Santana thinks she looks high "Since when were you over twenty-one?" Brittany says, eyeing the six pack of beer next to her candy.
"Oh, didn't I tell you, I'm actually a middle aged woman from Long Island"
"Very funny" Brittany deadpans "You're not gonna be able to buy beer without ID"
Santana rolls her eyes, pushing the cart further down the aisle with Brittany shuffling behind her "I have my ways, some of them not very ethical but you can't judge me for them"
Brittany looks at her skeptically "You're not gonna make out with the cashier like in 'I Love You Beth Cooper' are you? Because I don't think I want you to do that"
They come to a stop in front of the cash registers and Brittany finally notices the frail woman behind the counter, easily in her early eighties "Trust me. I'm definitely not doing that"
Brittany watches her girlfriend with scared interest as she walks up to the counter and unloads the cart, noticing the way Santana plasters on a smile and asks how the cashier's night is going. The woman responds with varied interest.
Santana feigns hurt, hand over heart "You don't remember me do you?" the woman stops scanning the items, quirking an eyebrow and slowly shaking her head "I mowed your lawn just last week"
She breaks into a smile of recognition "Oh Santana, I could hardly recognize you in this light. How's college?"
"It's very good thank you, how's the hip replacement?"
"Still a bit jerky but what can you do" the woman shrugs.
That's all the interaction needed for the cashier not to ID them, sometimes Brittany thinks Santana is a genius and she tells her when they're walking back to Santana's car "I know" is all Santana says in reply.
"Did you really mow her lawn?"
"If you count talking to her about college for five minutes and then lighting a grass scented candle, then yeah I mowed her lawn" Santana smirks.
Slightly tipsy, adorned in her Spider-Man mask replica and a bright orange cape, she climbs through the foliage towards the cries coming from Santana's garden shed. "I'll save you Mary Jane!" she shouts into the night air, running towards the increasingly more sarcastic cries.
She bursts into the shed, the door hitting the back wall with a smack, as she puts her hands on her hips and stares up at the ceiling, in full hero mode.
Santana sits alone in the room, legs crossed in her pencil skirt and tight white blouse, a nail file rests in her right hand, lazily scraping across her nails as she looks up at Brittany with a bored expression.
"I am so not into this role play" she says evenly before going back to her nails.
"Santana" Brittany whines, shoulders slumping.
"Brittany" Santana whines right back. She stands, still paying more attention to her nails, and walks past Brittany, heels clicking on the wood before digging holes into the grass.
Brittany follows her out, pulling her mask off "It was your idea" she says, pushing the hair that got messed up back in place.
"Yes it was, but when I said 'let's role play' I meant, like, hot for teacher or you're the sexy bus conductor and I'm the dirty tax accountant that refuses to get off"
Brittany raises her eyebrows with a crooked smile, as Santana blushes slightly at her own revelation.
"Anyway, I didn't mean I wanted to be stuck inside a shed all night while you run around the yard in the brightest cape I've ever seen" she huffs.
Brittany tugs on the stings of her cape, watching Santana hobble her way up pathway towards the house shouting about needing another drink.
An hour later Brittany sat low down on the brown couch in Santana's room, the button of her jeans undone and a can of beer resting on her lap as she tries to balance it with blurry eyes.
"What are you doing?" Santana slurs, dropping down next to Brittany while taking a long swig of beer, the gassy alcohol making her burp rather loudly in front of her girlfriend.
"It's so sexy when you do that" Brittany laughs.
"Shut up" she replies, smacking her arm playfully and accidently knocking over the beer resting on Brittany's lap, the liquid spilling onto her jeans "Oops" she tries to dab away the stain with her hand, giving Brittany a sultry look "Maybe you should just take them off"
Brittany groans "You're such a clumsy pervert when you're drunk"
"Liar!" she shouts and opens another beer, almost face planting onto the coffee table in the process "You're just jealous of my seductive yet badass ways"
Brittany raises her eyebrows, not believing a word of it "Really?" she drawls out.
"Yep, I can get you into bed with just…" she holds up a wavering finger "…one kiss"
"Prove it" Brittany challenges. Santana smirked, downing the rest of her almost full beer and moving so her thighs were at either side of Brittany's hips, straddling her waist. Brittany looks up at her with that look that never fails to make her heart beat about twenty times faster, she wastes no more time and connects their lips. Hands come around her waist and bring her impossibly closer. Her right hand wraps around Brittany's neck while the other grips onto the back of the couch, hips grinding down.
She lets out a squeak in surprise when Brittany flips their positions so she's flat on her back, Brittany hovering over her with dark eyes.
"I proved it" Santana says with a smug expression.
"Shadup" Brittany murmurs, palm grazing over the soft skin of Santana's thigh before she dives in for another kiss.
"What time is it?" Santana asks, laid face down on the couch, Brittany's cape the only thing covering her body, as she watches infomercial after infomercial on the TV.
Brittany's head props up slightly from her position on the floor before dropping back down "Six a.m." she murmurs, letting out a yawn. She looks perplexed for a moment, looking around blearily "Why am I on the floor?" she looks down "and why am I not wearing pants?"
Santana shifts her head to the left so she's looking down at her girlfriend "You fell off the couch after we had sex" she says, going back to watching TV.
"Oh yeah" she sits up; yawning again "Is the sun up yet?"
Santana glances from the middle aged woman trying to sell her exercise equipment for 'amazing abs in just twelve days' to the window, basking in the orange glow of morning light "It's coming up now"
"Should we watch it?"
Santana groans.
"Come on" Brittany lifts herself up, knocking numerous beer cans off the coffee table, teetering slightly from the alcohol still in her blood stream. She grabs Santana's hand and pulls her towards the window; the girl grudgingly gets up, wrapping the cape tighter around her body and shuffling behind Brittany.
Brittany slides the window open, breathing in the cool morning air, she moves to perch on the windowsill, her legs dangling off the edge and she takes Santana's hand to help her into the space beside her.
Light blinked through the leaves of the tree as the sun rose in front of them, the warm light cascading long shadows on everything in sight, giving off a feeling of content, as if the world were full of soft glows of orange and light browns.
"I'm glad I spent the night with you" Santana whispers, not wanting to break the calm silence as the wind combed through her hair.
Brittany smiles, turning her head slightly to look into her eyes "Me too" she rested her head on Santana's shoulder, her arm coming around her waist.
Santana's arm draped over her shoulders, planting a kiss to her temple, affectionately.
"I love you"
"I love you too"
Brittany sat at her usual table with Mike; half chewing on a Twizzler, half staring longingly at the popular table where Santana sat talking with her friends and eating a Churro.
She'd spent the rest of her weekend nursing a killer hangover and hadn't left her room at fear of running into her mother and having to explain why she stank of old alcohol and dried vomit.
"We need to have a serious discussion about this schools sanitation" Rachel says, dropping down into the seat next to Brittany and slamming the tray full of questionable food onto the table "I mean my god!" she exclaims pulling out a long strand of hair from what the cafeteria was passing off as gravy.
Quinn and Sam shuffle into the other unoccupied seats "I think the real pressing matter here is your outfit, Rachel" Quinn says waving around a piece of watermelon "You're wearing so much green today, I feel if I licked you, I would taste mint"
Rachel glares at Quinn, ignoring how Sam tries to control the milk that spurted out his nose when unsuccessfully holding in a giggle.
"Don't you think taking me out on that awful date was enough? Now you're being mean to me on top of it" is Rachel's retort.
"I have no idea what you're talking about" Quinn says, hand over heart, feigning insult "I took you on a lovely date" Rachel rolls her eyes "We went to a restaurant and I brought you home, what else do you want?"
"We ate greasy pizza at a gas station and I ended up walking home, where I almost got mauled by a bear"
Mike leans forward "Did you really see a bear?" he asks.
Rachel waves her hand dismissively "Either a bear or a very hairy woman." She placates and finally pulls her attention back to her food "What am I going to eat?"
Brittany stops short of biting into her sandwich "You can have half my PB and J if you want"
Rachel almost looks flattered at the attention "No, I couldn't possibly eat something that wasn't vegan friendly"
"Then why were you getting food from the cafeteria?" Mike asks.
Sam smirks "'Cause she wanted to complain about the sanitary issues and none vegan options before she stole someone else's lunch"
"That's not true!" she shouts, gathering the attention of people around them "Quinn gimme your watermelon"
"No, get your own watermelon"
"Quinn, give me your watermelon" Rachel demands, leaning forward with a hand outstretched.
Quinn leans forward too "No." Rachel's eyes go wide and there's a wild look in her eyes. She practically drapes herself over the table wrestling the fruit out of Quinn's hands. There's a struggle.
Brittany turns to Mike and he looks back at her with confusion. She smiles, showing the large bite of bread she last took stuck to her front teeth like a bready mouth piece and he bursts out laughing. He ducks under the table and when he comes back up he's cross-eyed with a piece of meat hanging out his mouth like a tongue.
She doubles over, snorting unabashedly when he tries to use it to lick at Sam's shirt. Sam looks at him in disgust "Dude" he shouts "you're getting mustard all over my shirt"
Brittany's phone vibrates in her pocket and she maneuvers her hand to get into the front pocket of her jeans. Once it's out, and she stopped a watermelon chewing Rachel from reading over her shoulder, she opens the text. "Don't keep me waiting." Is all it reads and she looks up to find Santana no longer sat at the popular table.
She quickly throws her books into her backpack and shoves the rest of her sandwich into her mouth "I've gotta go" she mumbles not waiting for the sarcastic 'oh I wonder what for' she gets every time, before making a beeline for the bleachers- taking the long way so nobody sees her.
"We need to talk" Santana says once she gets there, arms crossed and expression stony.
Brittany's stomach was in knots as soon as she said it, grabbing onto the straps of her backpack "Why? What's wrong?"
"You left your cape and mask thing at my house"
"So…?"
"So, my mom found it while I was dry heaving in my bathroom and thought I'd joined some weird fetish club" she huffs.
"What's so bad about that?" Brittany asks.
"She searched my room, meaning she found all the pictures of us I hid under my mattress"
"Oh" Brittany drops her bag, leaning against the wall with her head in her hands "She knows then?"
"Yeah she does" Santana sighs "And… she said she wants to meet you"
If you have any ideas of something you'd like to see, just let me know in a review or something and i'll try and include it if you want, and thanks again for all the reviews and just reading it really :)