May 2
06:00 pm
"Ok, Santana can you handle a little bit more?" Brittany asked with a husky tone, slightly touching her on the shoulder.
Santana closed her eyes, forcing herself to focus on the real meaning of the question, before she listened to her body that was practically screaming that she couldn't handle the situation anymore.
Since the Sunday brunch Brittany had took over her mind, when she was sleeping she was dreaming of Brittany, when she was eating breakfast Brittany was on her mind, Brittany, Brittany and more Brittany. She had tried to push the image of the blonde holding her niece in her arms away, she had tried to forget what she had felt while Brittany caressed her hand but all her damn efforts were proving to be futile.
She didn't want to see her again, she didn't want to feel that again, but unfortunately she had signed a fucking contract and it was in her best interest to finish all the sessions with Brittany. She had checked on the Internet and damn, that girl really was the only one who was performing the laser therapy.
So, here she was, lying half naked on Brittany's bed, but this time was different from the last one, first of all she was aware of the fact that the tattooist found her hot and second she had never felt so fucking embarrassed in her entire life.
She needed to talk to her, about what had happened the weekend before but she was so afraid of how the girl would take her speech.
"Oh, err, I-yes." She stuttered out of her mouth inwardly cringing at her innate ability to become a mumbling mess.
"Good girl." the blonde replied with a bit of teasing in her voice, but Santana couldn't find it in herself to think it was nice or funny. She simply couldn't stop picturing the image of the girl caressing the back of her hand. Santana inwardly chastised herself, trying to make herself to calm down and focus on the present. Responding to Brittany she forced out a fake giggle, to try and relieve some of her anxiety.
Why the hell had she agreed to spend so much time with such an impulsive person? She had tried to be spontaneous for once and look where that had gotten her… feeling so damn guilty for enjoying the presence of a girl who was completely crazy and uncontrollable.
Good job Santana.
Nervously biting her lower lip and literally hugging the bed under her, she was slightly aware she wasn't feeling the pain of the laser anymore, if truth be told she hadn't for the whole exhausting thirty minutes that had passed since she had stepped into the tattooist's studio. All she had been able to do was to focus on the floor and try not to meet those blue eyes.
Brittany didn't seem to notice her uneasiness and general awkwardness, and for the first time Santana wasn't happy about someone not knowing her feelings. She absolutely had to say something; she totally just had to turn around face Brittany and tell her before the situation got any worse.
"I need to say something." She started but as soon as the last word escaped her mouth she closed her eyes feeling like the most stupid person on the planet. Santana couldn't see the blonde's reaction but she was pretty sure she was giggling or smirking.
"Shoot." She said. The tone of voice was always calm and detached and Santana found herself wondering how the girl managed to always seem so relaxed. "As long as you stay still" she added firmly. The girl was still handling a laser on her skin after all and the fact that Brittany was focused on her skin rather than giving Santana her undivided attention, made this conversation a little easier.
"I wanted to talk to you about what happened at the Sunday brunch last weekend" Santana rushed out in one breath and quickly realized she had not thought this conversation through properly. Santana jolted as she heard a dull noise, but soon realized that it was just Brittany placing the laser on the table and opening a drawer probably looking for the healing gel.
"Did I miss something?" Brittany said with a teasing tone while she was undoing the cap of the gel.
"I-I…" Santana rolled her eyes, annoyed with the fact that she was already uncomfortable, but she needed to tell her to stop with the teasing.
Come on San, you can do it.
"…It's just the way you teased me. I think it was a little bit inappropriate" she had never been so grateful to be lying on a bed face down, otherwise she wasn't sure that her legs would have been able to hold her up. She could feel her heart beating in her stomach against the bed and waited a couple of seconds to check the tattooist's reaction but Brittany didn't say a word.
"Look, I get the whole teasing and mocking thing but when you touch my hand in that way its overstepping and I'm not okay with that." She spoke trying to come across strong and confident.
She squeezed her eyes together bracing herself for Brittany's response. To Santana's surprise Brittany didn't mock her, the blonde let just out a sigh, but no real words came out of her mouth. For a second Santana had the illusion that she had won a small battle and had effectively made her point clear to Brittany. The answer she was desperately waiting for arrived just a few moments after, but in a way she couldn't have imagined.
Her muscles were still tense and ready to catch any imperceptible signs that might give her some hint as to how the blonde was taking her speech. Santana suddenly froze as she felt the chilly sensation of some drops of gel landing on her back. The blonde girl was still completely silent Santana could only just hear her sigh a few inches away from her. As Brittany's hand touched her skin, she couldn't help but cringe wondering what was really going on in her mind. An audible sigh escaped her lips and her palms wrapped around the edges of the table, while she desperately tried to not enjoy what was happening.
Despite the gel being cold, her skin felt like it was burning under the slight pressure. No one had ever had this kind of power over her before. But the fact that the tattooist hadn't answered at all was weighing heavily on her. Brittany started rubbing the gel all over the damaged skin, but all Santana could feel was the amazing sensation of the blonde's soft skin brushing and massaging her back. The way she could make her feel with just a simple touch, indescribable.
Her heart was beating so crazy against her ribcage that she swore she could feel it vibrating against the bed and a warm sensation was already spreading in her stomach confirming how great she made her feel.
"Uhmg..." she stuttered as Brittany applied a lit bit more pressure on her skin, massaging it in a circular motion with her thumbs. It was clearly a different technique from how you would expect a doctor to apply a healing gel, it was…incredible.
A throbbing sensation was slowly growing in Santana's lower limbs making it almost unbearable.
Oh, fuck.
Was this Brittany's way of answering her issue? She knew she was supposed to say or do something to make her stop, but she was hypnotized by Brittany's magical hands.
A hot flush of blood reached her face as she realized that the touch of Brittany's hand was sending goosebumps to every inch of her body. She needed to stop, she needed to run away from this place and never look back.
Her heart skipped a beat as she felt the blonde's breath getting closer and heavier.
About three minutes had passed in utter silence but she swore it felt like an eternity
Santana rolled her eyes to the back of her head in a desperate attempt to figure out where the blonde was and she almost passed out as Brittany grabbed the hand that was still holding the edge of the bed and got closer.
Oh, god.
Her body shuddered when she felt the tip of Brittany's nose brushing her lobe. What the hell was she doing?
"Afraid you may like it?" Brittany whispered huskily into her ear making her shiver.
Fuck, fuck.
She heard the blonde giggle satisfied, but all she could feel was the warmth of the tattooist's breath hitting the back of her neck. Santana's mind was already blurred by everything that was happening, she really couldn't handle anymore.
"Brittany…" the blonde's name escaped almost imperceptibly from her full lips, the tone was desperate and begging. Luckily for her the girl got that message and let her go. As soon as she felt free, she didn't waste any more time and quickly jumped off the bed and turned to face the blonde, still panting.
"What the hell is you fucking problem? I was sure I was speaking English!" Santana almost yelled.
"Hey I was just messing with you! Relax!" Brittany said quickly hinting a smile. How could she always manage to be so calm and serene like nothing was going on?
"No you're being unprofessional!" Santana said with an accusing tone and pointed her finger at Brittany to emphasize her point, but all she got in response was a laugh.
"Unprofessional? Am I a counselor or something?"
"I'm your client. You should behave differently." Santana explained, her heart was desperately asking for a break from all the stress. "I get that you told me that you are the ultimate badass and that this is who you are and blah, blah, blah, but enough!"
Brittany was now looking at her, with a frown painted on her face. Maybe for the first time since she had met her she had managed to leave her speechless.
"This is starting to become annoying."
"This has nothing to do with the fact that I'm teasing you…"
"It has everything to do with that!" Santana argued.
"No Santana, this is all about you not being able to control something."
Santana was immediately hit by that sentence. What the hell was she talking about?
"What?"
"It must be exhausting for you not being able to control someone for the first time in you life, huh?"
"You have no idea what you are talking about!" Santana almost screamed back. This girl had absolutely no right to tell her such things. Control something or someone? Was she being serious? She was barely able to control her own life.
Santana lowered her gaze trying to hide the tears that were rapidly covering her eyes.
"Santana it's not my fault if in the past three years you have practically controlled yourself to the point you don't even recognize yourself anymore and now that you have found something you can't control you panic, but you have a-"
"Stop" Santana pleaded in a whisper. "…you don't even know me so don't you dare talk about something you know nothing about." She said while gathering her stuff and trying to control her heartbeat. She forced herself to stop and lift her head to meet Brittany's clear eyes. "I'll see you next week." She added before turning herself and walking out of the studio. She increased her pace feeling two tear drops running down her cheeks.
May 3
2:00 pm
Brittany S. Pierce closed the jar that contained the colored ink and carefully put it back in the drawer next to her desk. The lunchtime customer had finally got out of her shop and she could use some rest before the next one arrived. She wasn't tired she just needed some alone time, to think and make peace with her mind. She had never been a talker at all and a two hour sessions with a fat middle aged bartender hadn't been two hours helped her relax at all.
She took a black pencil with a soft tip and started sketching some random lines on a white sheet. Drawing had always calmed her down in an inexplicable way.
"Hey jellybean, what are you up to?" Sugar asked stepping in.
Despite the fact she really wasn't feeling like socializing, Sugar was an exception. She was like her little sister and she was the only person in the world who loved her for who she really was even with all her defects.
"Hoping for some peace and quiet" She replied winking at her. Sugar giggled approaching her and placing a sweet kiss on her forehead.
"I can watch you draw" she lowered her gaze. "weird lines in silence."
"Good." Brittany replied, eyes still glued to was she was drawing. Three seconds of silence passed and her friend inevitably broke the silence.
"So how are the sessions with your new fancy customer going?" Sugar questioned scanning her eyes over the studio, trying to avoid Brittany's black look.
"Are talking about Santana?"
"Whoa, you are already calling her Santana."
"Shut up weirdo." Brittany replied snorting.
"Ouch, someone is touchy today, huh?" Sugar said jumping off the chair and getting closer to hug her in a tight embrace. If anyone had done something like that to her she would have probably killed them and hidden the body, but since Sugar was the one hugging her she couldn't help but smile.
"Don't you want to confess to your very, very best friend that you actually like that girl?"
"No!" Brittany exclaimed. "No. Coz that would mean lying."
"Ah, right." Sugar replied with a snort and the tattooist playfully bit her on the shoulder.
"Hey Brittany." Puck greeted drawing her attention to him as he approached the desk where the two girls were sitting.
"I've found this diary on your desk and I know it's not yours." He said holding in one hand a little black notebook.
Brittany immediately rolled her eyes up to the sky. It must have Santana's one. She was the only one who had been in her studio in the last 24hrs and she must have left it there accidentally.
"It's Santana, for sure."
Sugar with a quick movement, pulled the little book into her hands.
"Hey." Puck grumbled.
"Let's open it." She suggested excitedly, but before she could do anything Brittany grabbed her wrist and made her place the diary on the table.
"No, it's her personal diary and it wouldn't be right." She argued surprising herself with her own words.
"Wow, are you protecting her?" Puck asked mocking her.
"No, it's just I don't want any more trouble than I already have thanks to you two! So we won't open this damn book and we'll hand it to her next week. Am I clear?"
"Yes mummy." Sugar replied playfully.
"But what if she needs it?" Puck said "And plus…don't you want to know what's in it?"
She really did, she really wanted to know what was going on in the Latina's life but it was too soon for her to admit that. Teasing and mocking her was easy and entertaining but somehow, Brittany had the feeling she was playing with a small fire that was about to start spreading.
She took the little book in her hands and studied it for just a second as though it would give her some kind of answer.
"Ok then." She said. "But I'll read it in my office." She replied standing up and approaching the corridor that was leading to her private studio.
She smiled when she heard Sugar comment. "You know, the part of the good girl doesn't suit you at all!"
07:00 pm
"See you on Friday Santana?" Her Brunette friend Daisy asked. She had met Daisy after the accident and her mum liked her which made her a great gym buddy. Daisy was a lawyer, working with her father, and that was also meant two other important things, firstly she was rich enough to be her friend and secondly they were more or less shared the same schedule.
Santana lifted her gaze to look directly at her friend whilst she stayed sat on her yoga mat.
"Sure" she replied smiling with a polite tone.
The other girl smiled at her back. "Perfect, sorry but I have to run now. I have a dinner with my parents and you know my dad, he doesn't like to wait."
"Aha, I know. Don't worry." Santana said freeing the girl from her company.
She was supposed to stand up and get out of the room since the class was over and everyone was leaving, but she remained where she was, on the floor, staring at the mat and thinking. Why was dealing with other people so easy? Why was everyone so nice and polite with her while the only person that was occupying her thoughts was acting like a real ass all the time? But mostly why the hell was that so important? She was living in a world where being insulted was normal and she knew it, and she didn't even want everybody to like her, but she was obsessed with that damn blonde. No matter how hard she tried she couldn't stop thinking about her and the way she was making her feel.
Ironically she was the only one who was able to turn her on with just a touch and to make her feel like the worst person in the world at the same time. Why in the hell had she met her? Why the hell did the only person who was capable of removing her damn tattoo have to be such a douchebag?
Santana shook her head trying to push the image of Brittany massaging her to the back of her mind. She had the whole week in front of her and that meant five days before she had to see her again.
She finally got up to leave and stepped out of the room where she had been attending yoga for the past hour and started walking through the corridor that led to the locker room.
She was still mulling over what she had to achieve that week at work and which events she should have to attend when her attention was pulled away by someone calling her.
"Hey stranger" the voice said. Santana didn't even need to turn to check who was speaking to her, from the shiver that had quickly run down to her spine she was well aware that Brittany was probably standing a few feet away from her.
She slightly lifted her gaze, closed her eyes and took a breath in preparation for whatever was about to happen.
She took her time, before turning right to see the tattooist standing near her, leaning against the door of one of the rooms used to host some kind of class.
"Hi Brittany" she said quickly hoping for the meeting to be over fast. She had been working the entire day, she was tired and she had absolutely no intentions of fighting tonight.
"What are you doing here?" she asked even though the answer was pretty obvious.
"You forgot your diary." She said shrugging "and thought you may need it."
"Oh." she replied, she hadn't even noticed that it was missing. "Thank you." But then she frowned, how the hell could she even known how to find her here at this time of day.
"Wait, have you read it?" she asked.
Brittany grinned nodding. "I needed to know where to find you."
"You could call! You have my number." Santana argued.
"Oh come on Miss Lopez, I was just trying to do something nice."
"Wait you, what?" Santana replied but then she stopped, she really didn't want to fight. "That's bullshit! You just wanted an excuse to go through my stuff."
"Oh, Santana you shouldn't use those bad words. It is really inappropriate." She said teasingly, causing Santana hint a smile, that girl was really impossible to decipher.
"Fine, I'll just believe you and accept this gesture as an apology for the way you acted yesterday."
"No I wasn't" Brittany tried to argue "fine, okay, let's pretend I'm here to apologize. But I swear to god Barbie if you tell someone, two years from now someone will find your body in a landfill."
Santana smiled. "Got it." Then she noticed that Brittany wasn't wearing her classic badass dresses but a big black hoodie that probably belonged to Puck since it was way too big for her.
"Why are you wearing that?" she asked.
Brittany lowered her gaze and turned around making a few steps until she entered the empty room.
"Since I was coming here I thought it was a good opportunity for a late workout." She explained letting her bag fall on the floor.
Santana, drawn like a moth to a flame followed her into the room.
"A workout, huh?" she asked confused since the room was empty and there were clearly no sign of a class about to start.
Brittany nodded and before Santana could realize what was happening she took off her hoodie. "Yep."
Santana almost dropped the yoga mat. Why did she have to look so fucking great and why the hell was she interested?
Brittany was wearing a pair of tight, black leggings and a white vest. Her silhouette was slim and perfectly toned.
Brittany turned whilst she bent down on her knees to look for something in her bag and Santana immediately reproached herself when her eyes dropped from the blonde's face to her ass.
Santana, what the fuck are you doing?
"Oh and since I've found you sooner than I expected" she started. "I could use a sparring partner." She said standing up with a couple of boxing gloves.
"What?" she was about to decline the offer but Brittany didn't give her the chance.
"Hey, before you say no, don't say no!"
"Are you on something? I've never boxed before!" Santana responded shaking her head but somehow her body wasn't hit with the overwhelming urge to run away that was usually associated with Brittany.
"I can always show you."
"No thanks."
"Santana, jeez what could possibly go wrong?" Brittany teased her throwing the gloves at her.
Surprising herself Santana managed to catch them.
"You are not taking no as an answer, are you?" she said looking at Brittany giggling at her. She wasn't supposed to be there with her, she needed to leave but her body was practically begging her to put on the gloves. What's the worse that could happen?
"Fine, but I have no idea what I'm supposed to do."
"I bet you wanted to punch me a couple of times, you can start with thinking about that." Brittany said getting a sly smile of Santana in return.
The blonde girl took a step back and signaled with her hand for Santana to move forward. Santana hesitated for a couple of seconds and was already reproaching herself for agreeing.
"Come on Barbie. Hit here." Brittany ordered lifting her right hand, palm wide open.
"I'm not hitting you."
"Oh come on. Give it a try. "
Santana snorted.
Psyching herself up She squinted her eyes trying to focus on the other girl's hand. It was just a little punch after all. She took a deep breath and then she simply let her arm move forward. She punched Brittany's palm with a quick sudden movement.
"Oh my god, have I hurt you?" Santana asked seriously concerned but all she got back was a light laugh form the tattooist.
"Hurt me? You barely touched me!" she said still mocking her. Santana immediately lowered her gaze.
"Again." Brittany said.
"But I…"
"Again" Brittany encouraged.
Santana obeyed trying to hit a little bit harder, but was paying attention so she didn't hurt the girl. She was wearing no protection at all and the last thing she wanted was to hurt somebody, even if the girl in question clearly deserved it.
"Better?" she asked pretty satisfied with her technique.
"It sucked. Santana you're not trying to stroke me, hit me, like I'm your worst enemy!" Brittany said out loud spreading both her arms inviting her to hit her.
"I don't want to hurt you."
"Oh, honey. You won't." she made a step ahead getting closer and Santana was about to step back but Brittany grabbed her left wrist. What the hell was she doing? Santana looked directly at her frowning, she had absolutely no idea what was going on.
She swore she saw a hint of a smile in those blue eyes that were always so captivating. Still holding her steady gaze Brittany lifted her hand until her fist was just next to her jaw. Santana was about to pass out, her legs were somehow still supporting her but she was pretty sure it wasn't going to last for long.
"Ok now lift the other one." She ordered and she couldn't help but follow Brittany's directions once again, completely hypnotized. "Ok right here." Brittany said helping her to place her other hand right below her chin.
"Now" she exclaimed making a step back. "…hit my hand. Hard."
"Ok, I can do this." Santana replied back and then she hit the blonde's palm a little harder.
"Again Barbie, come on prove to yourself that you're not weak and boring. Hit my damn hand."
Another punch, Santana sighed at the impact with the other girl's skin.
"Better" Brittany said making her smile. "…for a three year old child."
Santana snorted.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"Do you think you can do better?"
"I don't have to prove anything to you!" Santana argued.
"No, but as long as you keep on hitting me like some rich girl who's too afraid to break a…"
Santana didn't wait for Brittany to finish the insult and she punched her harder.
"Oh, finally." The tattooist said rolling her hand, feeling the impact. "So you are not that snob, are you?"
"I am not!" she said out loud hitting the other palm.
"And you are not weak."
"NO."
Another punch.
"I am not weak." She repeated again.
"So, fight Santana!" Brittany replied pushing her fist back provokingly. "Or are you too afraid of standing up for your own life, huh?"
"You know nothing about me!"
Another punch, this time she almost missed her hand. Her mind was even more blurred than before, she suddenly felt a hot flush coming up from her lower limbs, filling her with a rage filled strength she had never experienced before.
For the first time she was aware of who she was. She was Santana Lopez and she hadn't to prove anything to anybody, a part from herself.
"From what I've seen you're just a scared spoilt little girl afraid of showing the world what she really is."
In that moment those words were too much for her to handle, this girl had absolutely no right to make that kind of assumption about her life, or who she was.
"Shut up!" She shouted back and there in the middle of the room of her fancy gym club her brain stopped thinking and her anger took over. She tried to punch Brittany's hand once again but this time she threw her whole body behind it. Obviously not expecting a strong response from Santana Brittany was unprepared when Santana suddenly hit her in the face with everything she had.
As soon as Santana realized what she had done she quickly stepped back shaking her head. She had never been a violent person, she had never been in a real fight in her entire life and she definitely had never punched anyone. She frantically rid of the boxing gloves but she couldn't move towards Brittany. She simply stood there.
"Oh my god, are you okay?" she asked trying to see from where she was stood if Brittany had any serious marks on her cheek. "I'm so sorry I didn't meant to…" she started to apologize, she even felt the urge to go and hug the girl but her words were cut off by the sound of a little giggle.
"Wow." Brittany said in her usual tone. "That was what I was talking about!"
God, was this girl able to take anything seriously?
"B-but are you okay?" Santana decided to ignore the teasing and took a few steps closer to crouch right next to her Brittany dramatically let herself collapse on the ground.
"Relax Barbie, I am fine."
"I am so sorry. I didn't mean to."
"God, can you stop apologizing? It is so annoying!"
"But I've just punched you in the face." Santana commented still checking on the girl's jaw.
"So? I deserved that!"
Santana was once again at a loss for words. She was incredible she never knew what she was about to do or say.
"So? How does it feel?" Brittany asked smiling at her, the Latina smiled back.
"Weird." She replied. "But so good." She added giggling.
"I told you." The tattooist said satisfied. "You should do it more often."
"Punching you?"
"Very funny, ha-ha" she commented with a smirk "Losing control."
She was right. She should.
"I don't know how to do that." Santana replied shaking her head, while staring at the floor.
"Yes you do, you just did it."
"Brittany my life hasn't been what a normal person would define exciting recently. I am used to living my routine, seeing the same people every day and not questioning my own existence."
"I get it, but you can always start with following your instincts, do the things you like in your spare time. You have to start taking care of yourself honey, otherwise you will die inside soon." Brittany explained with a calm and warm tone, she was really trying to give her good advice.
"I guess I could start with doing something I like."
"Yep, baby steps." The blonde agreed smiling and standing up. "Come on" she said stretching her hand to her. "I'll buy you a coffee."
Santana instinctively grabbed her hand and let the other girl pull her up. Wait was Brittany really asking her for a coffee?
"You don't have to."
"Let's just say this is my way of apologizing for the unprofessional things I will do." She replied winking at her, making her immediately blush.
Santana smiled awkwardly and turned herself to escape from the teasing.
"Barbie, one last thing" she heard the tattooist saying behind her back, she turned instinctively but didn't have enough time to process what was happening. The girl quickly grabbed her wrist, Santana tried to stop her but it was too sudden. With a firm movement Brittany pulled her closer and as she passed right in front of her, the blonde stretched a leg making her fall on the ground.
Santana let out a yelp of surprise as the tattooist landed right on top of her.
How the hell had that happened?
Santana looked up directly at Brittany with a questioning expression painted on her face. The girl simply smiled, starring at her lips.
"Why the hell did you do that?" she asked trembling, the weight and the warmth of the blonde body pushing against her was really too much for her to take.
Brittany hinted another smile and slid an inch up. She gasped for air, she fucking needed some air.
Oh fuck.
Santana felt a warm shiver running down to her spine and travelling right between her legs.
"Cos Barbie, I just wanted you to know that I can take you any time I want." She whispered before standing up and approaching the entrance, leaving her there panting.
What the actual fuck?
"Are you coming?" she said right before walking out of the room.
Santana wanted so badly to stand up, but she was pretty sure she would have fainted.