Nina called the girls back into the kitchen. The first thing Brittany saw when she walked in was Santana. She was leaning against the counter, her arms were folded over her chest and she looked bored, she even let out a long sigh. She looked at Quinn, skimmed over her. Then her eyes landed on Brittany and suddenly, the brunette didn't seem so disinterested. Brittany looked her in the eye, but couldn't hold the other girl's dark gaze; she kept looking away and then again into those brown eyes. They were pulling her in, making her feel magnetized.
The staring contest was broken by Nina's voice "Okay, girls, it's time for formal introductions." Santana took a few steps forward and stood in front of the girls. Nina gestured in the direction of her granddaughter, "This is Santana Lopez, the freeloading, college dropout daughter of my daughter," and then she pointed at the girls. Quinn quickly supplied "I'm Quinn Fabray" Then she nudged Brittany, who was standing right beside her and said "This is my friend Brittany Pierce." Santana, who'd been scowling at her grandmother's introduction, softened her expression when she saw that Brittany was smiling at her. Then the blonde extended her hand, and Santana took it and shook it softly.
Brittany thought the hand that she was holding was unlike all others she'd ever held in hers. As soon as they came into contact, goose bumps were climbing their way up her right arm and the tips of her ears were heating up; she let go of the breath she was holding in her lungs and couldn't seem to inhale again, her chest still felt full. She was a dancer, and she was very in touch with her own body, but that reaction had been completely new to her.
She'd been curiously looking down at their hands when she felt the other girl loosen her grasp and withdraw her hand. She looked up to meet brown eyes watching her, searching. Whatever that was, Brittany was pretty sure it hadn't only happened to her.
Santana seemed to realize the staring was starting to be weird, so she looked in Quinn's direction and offered her hand to the girl, who shook it with a polite smile.
"Right," Nina said, "you girls are from?" Quinn quickly answered "New York City." Nina smiled, surprised, "Santana is from New York too," she explained. "Oh, really?" Brittany asked hurriedly. Santana looked at her and nodded "Queens," she said. Brittany smiled excitedly and exclaimed, "I love Queens!" and then she started listing all the parks, restaurants and sites that she enjoyed visiting in that borough. Santana looked at her with a muddled yet amused expression in her face.
Brittany was amazed that she'd not only found the stranger again, but also that she was being able to carry a conversation with the woman. The brunette didn't seem to mind Brittany's rambled and hyper recounts; on the contrary, she seemed to be enjoying them, and even made a few comments of agreement here and there. Every time Santana spoke, Brittany could only focus on her lips, and the way they moved, the shapes they made when she was forming this or that word. Santana had amazing lips. Well, if Brittany was being honest, everything about Santana was amazing, but in the back of her brain, she was making an enormous effort not to look at the rest of the girl's barely clothed body.
All the while, Nina and Quinn had started talking about the more bureaucratic aspects of the rental. At some point, Quinn called Brittany's attention to that conversation and Santana took the opportunity to excuse herself and go upstairs to take a shower. Before leaving, she smirked at Brittany, "Well, it's been nice meeting you," she said, "Twice."
Twice, she'd said they'd met twice. Brittany was completely shocked by the brunette's admission. She remembered her. She remembered their first meeting. And that was a very flirty way of relaying that information. Santana had flirted with her, she was sure of it. Brittany felt like she needed to do a fist pump or a celebratory dance, but Nina and Quinn were being serious and business-like and she felt like she needed to be involved in that conversation.
It turned out that Nina was renting the rooms very cheap, since she didn't really need the money and she was only looking for the company and, in her words, "the life that only young and active people bring into a home." Brittany suspected there was more to it than just that, but didn't inquire any further.
When they were about to finalize the deal, and Brittany could see Quinn already planning the most efficient way to move their things from the hostel to the apartment, Nina was stopped by a realization "Oh, wait, you have to meet one last someone, before you can say yes," having said that, she moved on to the living room and the girls followed. Once in the room, she opened one of the doors that connected with the back patio and immediately, a huge dog walked in the room. It was hairy and dark. Brittany remembered she had seen it with Santana when she first saw her at the Starbucks. Quinn seemed to also remember that the stranger had a dog, and they both looked at each other knowingly.
"This is Cerbero, he doesn't really live here; he is just visiting. But if any of you are allergic, or just hate gigantic hairy dogs, he is going to be here for the better part of this week, so take that into account," Nina explained. Brittany took a few steps forward and dropped to her knees in front of the dog, who sniffed her face and let out a few excited cries as the blonde petted his massive head, "Well, I think he is a good boy," she said. Quinn smiled at her friend's behavior and said "I have no problem with him. What breed is he?" She asked. Nina considered it for a moment, "We call them Terranova, but I think you might know them as Newfoundland," she answered. Brittany at that point had stood back up and was playing with the dog's ears "So where does he really live then? You said he's only visiting…" she asked. Nina smiled and answered "Well, he lives in the countryside, he helps with the cattle. He's a very good worker, but since he's my favorite, I bring him here with me sometimes."
By then the dog, who had already sniffed both of the new girls properly, unceremoniously headed out of the room and toward the stairs. "He's obsessed with Santana, the poor fool…" Nina absentmindedly commented, as if thinking out loud. Quinn looked at Brittany with a teasing smile. Brittany smiled and rolled her eyes at her friend.
After they were done signing a few papers for Nina, the girls left the apartment and went to the hostel. Brittany could feel how anxious Quinn was to move on from there, so she didn't even try to suggest they took it easy. While they packed, Brittany had told Quinn all about her interaction with Santana and the fact that the girl had remembered their first encounter. Quinn had agreed that it did sound like Santana had been flirting, but Brittany still wasn't sure what that could mean. They were packed and ready in less than fifteen minutes.
They carried their backpacks to the lobby and left them there as they went into the kitchen to find all of the people they had met over the past few days. They were lounging around drinking beer just like they'd been the previous day and the day before that one. They were only in the kitchen and not the back patio because it had been slightly colder than the previous day. Brittany thought they didn't really know what cold was, and that they'd probably never survive a winter in New York.
Then Brittany felt a pang of sadness at the thought of leaving the guys; they were fun and always so relaxed. But when Quinn announced that they were leaving, one of the Colombians, whose name was Diego, insisted they'd just have to come back on the weekends and go out with them. Both of them agreed and Diego gave Quinn his number. After that, Brittany no longer felt sad, she realized they could always see them again, they'd be there, drinking beer and being loud and happy.
They grabbed their baggage and walked over to the apartment, they'd both decided that it was too close by to take a cab. During the whole walk Brittany teased Quinn about Diego, and in turn Quinn teased Brittany about Santana.
They rang the bell at the apartment on Galileo Street and Nina buzzed them up. When she opened the door she gave them each an air kiss and a set of keys and explained that she was leaving, because she was already thirty minutes late to a coffee date with a friend, and they should get settled and make themselves at home. With that, she left and a dense cloud of French perfume followed her.
The girls hauled their huge backpacks up the stairs and each left theirs in their room. Brittany soon went into Quinn's room and found the girl neatly folding her clothes and putting them in the dresser. Brittany flopped onto the bed and asked, "So, what are we going to do today?" Quinn looked at her friend and answered "Well, it's already past five, so I thought we could go and do some grocery shopping and then just stay here, do nothing." Brittany said she liked the idea and added that she'd Skype her mom after dinner.
When Quinn was done with her clothes, they went out and got some food. Quinn wanted to make spaghetti and Brittany just got some cereal and some candies that she'd never seen before. She wanted to try new things, and she figured candy wasn't a bad place to start at.
When they got home, Quinn went upstairs to her room and started a new book. Brittany changed into some sweats and a sweatshirt and grabbed her iPod. She felt like dancing, so she went to the patio, put her ear buds on and hit play.
She'd been dancing for a while and she was completely into it, unaware of anything else in the world. She was improvising some moves to Robyn's "Call your Girlfriend" when Cerbero walked into her field of vision. She looked to the door to see if she'd left it open and she saw Santana leaning against the doorframe looking at her with a pleased smile. She was wearing skinny jeans and an oversized knitted sweatshirt that fell off of one of her shoulders, her hair was loose and wavy. Once more, she was barefoot. The way she looked made Brittany wonder what it would feel like to hold her in her arms.
Brittany pulled out her ear buds and said a slightly embarrassed "Hi." Santana was still smiling and she said "Well, I'd love to know what song it is that can make you dance like that. I mean, the way you move…" she trailed off as she looked Brittany's body up and down. The blonde felt her cheeks heat up "Thanks, though it was just silly dancing. If my professors at school saw me, they'd have me suspended," she said. "No, don't downplay it, it was great. You are like, a genius at that," the brunette replied. At that point Brittany was sure Santana was flirting again, so she smiled bashfully.
Just at that moment, Quinn showed up and announced that she was going to start cooking dinner. She said hi to Santana and asked her if she wanted to eat some spaghetti with them. Santana smiled and declined the offer because it was a bit too early for her, and then gave some explanation about how "porteños" do everything late. With that, she headed back upstairs and the blondes went to the kitchen. Cerbero stayed in the patio and settled in his bed for a nap.
As she cut the tomatoes for the spaghetti sauce, Brittany thought about her encounters with Santana. She'd felt overpowered by her reactions to the girl. She wasn't too concerned about always being in control. In most situations, she'd just rather flow than try to twist things to fit her preference, but these had been no ordinary situations. She was usually good at reading people, but the girl seemed to flirt and flee and it disconcerted Brittany. In the end though, all she could know for sure was that she wanted more. She wanted to know her, to spend time with her, to feel her closer. She knew it was soon to be having those thoughts, but she had figured she'd rather just feel her feelings than worry about what they might mean.
The food turned out pretty delicious, though Brittany couldn't take credit for it, since her involvement with the preparation had been limited to dicing tomatoes. It wasn't that she was lazy; it's just that she found recipes confusing. Quinn on the other hand, was a great recipe follower and she excelled in anything Italian.
They headed upstairs and Brittany Skyped her mom and sister on her phone. Her mother scolded her for not Skyping her any sooner, and her sister recited a list of articles that Brittany needed to bring her back as gifts. At some point, Quinn walked in and said hi. They told Freja and Annie about the places they'd been to and about the move. Her mother figured there was something she wasn't telling them when she couldn't hold in her smile as she talked about their new place, and that was when Brittany decided the conversation needed to be over, before Quinn had the chance something to embarrass her or give her away. They said their goodbyes and Quinn left to read in her room.
Brittany went to the bathroom, brushed her teeth and washed her face. While in there, music started playing in Santana's room. She couldn't recognize the song or most of the words but she knew it was in Spanish. She went back in her room and got into her bed.
She'd been lying on her back for a small while. She could still listen to the music coming from Santana's room. It made her think of the brunette. She began feeling that steady fizzy feeling that started in her chest and pushed down and made her tummy feel like it was being filled with a steady current of delicious electricity. Only this time, the feeling didn't settle there, it went lower and pooled between her legs, where it could find no release. Brittany shifted her hips a couple of times, frustrated.
She started thinking of Santana's lips when she spoke, and her particular accent coupled with the rasp of her voice. She imagined the sound of Santana's voice right by her ear. She imagined her until she could almost feel the weight of the girl above her. She pictured the expanses of her naked skin in the faint light that came in through the sides of the closed curtains on the window. There was a bluish tint to the girl's hair in that light. She could almost feel the warmth, and almost hear the dirty things Santana said to entice her, to invite her to touch; to touch Santana or to touch herself. She squeezed her eyes shut as pulses of heat rushed between her legs and she could feel herself get wet. Her legs spread wider and twitched in anticipation.
The image of the dark haired girl lingered. The blonde kept it first in her mind as she reached her right hand down and squeezed the inside of her thigh desperately. She tried to resist the urge to touch herself at first. It felt weird to do it with the girl she was thinking about in the next room. But she couldn't help it much longer and she slipped her hand inside her shorts and started to spread the wetness that she found there. She touched herself slowly, with long languid movements. When she finally let herself hit her clit, she let out a hiss. She was slippery and overly sensitive already.
It came to her in takes, like a movie montage: Santana's lips by her ear whispering sweetly devilish things; Santana's teeth biting her neck. Brittany's own hands reaching forward, roughly touching everywhere they could find. Santana's lips again, this time a moan escaped from them. Her left hand squeezing an ass cheek; her right hand that finds the clit of the girl on top of her, who starts to move in the most hypnotizing rhythm, accompanied by the faint sound of the music coming from the room that was just two doors over.
She couldn't form a more integral picture of it. It only added to her frustration, made her rub her clit faster, made her tense up more, desperately chasing her release. She used her left hand to squeeze her breasts and tease her nipples; she imagined Santana's mouth biting her there. After that, all she wanted to see was the other girl's face. So she imagined her, beautiful and terrible above her, her lips swollen and her eyes so dark; right in the eye of the storm, frozen as her climax hit her. And that did it for Brittany, who silently felt herself tense up and spasm, the ghost of the other girl's darkened eyes never leaving her mind.
It felt incredibly good to let out all that pent up energy, and the blonde felt slightly sweaty but completely relaxed under the thick comforter of her new bed. She'd come hard and she felt satisfied, but there had been something strange about the level of frustration she had just experienced. It was as if her body was telling her that her imagination wouldn't be enough. All of those things she had thought, she needed to actually experience in reality, because she was sure that if she ever did, then nothing would compare.
She sighed, rolled onto her side, and tried to clear her mind. Sleep found her soon enough. And her mind was clear and settled. The last thing she saw, in stark focus, were Santana's stormy eyes looking back at her.
Hai, guys. If you want to know what song Santana is playing that Brittany also listens to, look up "En remolinos" by Soda Stereo, it's pretty trippy.