"Quinn, I'm a fucking idiot." Brittany said as she downs another vodka and tonic, slamming the glass down on the bar.
Quinn frowns at what her best friend Brittany said in lieu of a greeting but sits down on the bar stool next to her anyway. She watches the bartender set another drink in front of Brittany. She wonders why her best friend is drinking liq like water in the middle of the day.
"Any reason as to why we're in the bar at noon drinking our lunch instead of eating it like normal, mature 30 year olds?" The photographer asks before ordering the Sam Adams they have on draft.
Brittany sets down her drink. "I spent the most amazing weekend with the most amazing woman in the world – no offense – and this morning she's waking me up with a blowjob – my girlfriend woke me up with a BLOWJOB – only to have her run out of my apartment after!" She rushes out.
Quinn shakes her head a little in confusion, "Uhh..."
Brittany finishes her drink but orders a beer this time. She drops her head, "I knew it was only a matter of time before I fucked it up but I didn't think it'd be so soon." Her voice cracking at the end. She sniffles and wipes her eyes with her sleeve.
The photographer pushes her stool closer and wraps a comforting arm around Brittany's shoulders. "Did you get jizz in her eyes? Because that's not cool, babe." Quinn gently asks.
Brittany quickly turns to look at Quinn "What? No!" She's confused as to why that would ever happen.
"Then what happened?" The taller blonde drops her face in her hands again and all Quinn can hear is mumbling. "Babe, I can't hear."
The chef clears her throat, "She left because I kinda might've suggested she was a slut."
The photographer's eyes widen "WHAT?"
"She wanted me to fuck her mouth with my dick but I don't want to do that because she's too beautiful and she deserves better and then I said she wasn't a slut and then she told me she's done it before and then she walked out." Brittany wringing her hands in nervousness. She knew she would mess it up, she fucking knew it. She had no idea what to do with a woman like Santana.
Quinn scoffed and downed the rest of her beer. "You're an idiot."
Brittany scoffs. "You're a fucking asshole. You're supposed to be comforting me, not calling me an idiot."
Ignoring her. "Have you talked to her since?"
"No." The chef answers pathetically. "I didn't think she would want to talk to me considering how she left."
"Well, you did kinda call her a slut so..."
"Fuck you."
/
Santana buttoned her blazer and walked into her boss's office.
"Hey, excuse me, you-" he began to say but was quickly cut off by Santana.
"Shut up. He's my resignation." She says as she tosses the papers onto his desk. "My contract is terminated, effective immediately. I really hope your dick falls off. Ciao." Santana said as she turned on her heels and walked away, ignoring her boss and everyone staring at her.
Shit that felt good. Not as good as she dreamt it'd be but she's not trying to get arrested today. Pulling out her phone out of her purse, she calls her best friend.
"Rach, I'm coming over."
"Sorry, this is Quinn." Santana pulls back her phone and clearly sees a drunken, naked Rachel clutching her Emmy. "I must've grabbed the wrong phone this morning. She should be home but I'll text you my number so you could call."
"Quinn as in your best friend's a baker by the name of Brittany?" She asks just to be sure.
"Oh, shit. This is weird. Can you see me?"
"No." Santana sniffled.
"Oh."
"I'm Brittany's girlfriend and-and-and..." Santana's voice starts to crack before she reaches her car. "...and, she's really screwed me over because I thought she wanted me and-and-and-and I wanted her and I just quit my job and she didn't want me because I like to have lots and lots and lots of sex and she doesn't and I still want her. I want all of her, not just her body, you know. She's really sweet to me, you know." Santana broke out into a full sob clutching on to the phone.
"I don't know what to say, Santana. Nice to meet you?"
"Oh, shit. Great first impressions." She rolls her eyes as she hears herself. "Ok, ok, ok, ok, I'll see you on Thursday. I promise to not cry then."
"That's right. Bye, see you then."
Santana hangs up "Ok, bye, I'll try not to hate you, you beautiful virginity-snatcher." she mockingly sneers. She threw her phone in her purse and cried a little more when she saw the condoms because it reminded her of Brittany. Then she drove home very slowly.
She walked into her apartment with a feeling of dread.
"How did this get so weird so fast?" she said to herself. She sees how her picture frames in the front hallway are crooked and thought of how Brittany ate her out against the wall before she left. She looks ar her living room and thinks of how she rode the blonde's dick like she needed it to live. She shrugged, maybe she did. Her kitchen: how Brittany played with her pussy after she cooked her breakfast. Her bathroom: where she held Brittany in her jacuzzi while she told her things she's never told anyone before; where she thinks she began to fall in love with Brittany. Then her bed. Where she knows she began to fall in love when they had that an amazing connection.
"Jesus Christ! What. Is. Wrong. With. Me?"
/
"Jesus Christ, Brittany Susan Pierce! Last time you were on me you definitely weren't this heavy. Stop eating your own fucking cookies." Quinn exclaims as she tries to push a shit-faced Brittany that rolled on her off.
"I was dancing back then, Quinnie. And the laaast time I was on you, I was fucking you so maaaaybee you couldn't really knoowww how much I weighed? Like, you were busy getting' fucked? Maybe ma dick grew too, that's really why I'm so heavy." Brittany slurred as she rolled off Quinn on to the other side of the bed. "Dick heavy."
Finally not having her chest constricted, "Yeah, totally. That's probably why you walk funny too." Quinn responds but instantly grimaces.
"No, silly. That's probably because of the stupid, stupid accident, remember?"
Quinn leaned over and kissed Brittany's temple. "Yeah, Britt. I remember."
Brittany turned on her side and held Quinn's hand. "You're my best friend, Quinnie. You're the only one that I've always had." Brittany's eyes start to water. "But I want Santana to be there too. And, and Rachel too now. I just don't know how to fix it. I love you, Quinnie Fabrinnie."
"You'll figure it out, Pretty Britty. You'll figure it out." Quinn whispered reassuringly.
/
"I'm going over there, Rachel. First off, I'm losing my fucking mind – and it's only been FOUR HOURS – because I haven't not had a job since I was 14. Second, I'm losing my credibility as a …" Santana pauses as she doesn't know what to say "I don't fucking know! I just miss her. I miss her random as shit animal facts and how she wiggles her tight ass when she cooks. I miss how she always wanted to hold my hand. Hand holding! I miss all of that." Santana rolled out of bed and took off her skirt as she made her way to her closet.
"Then go. Tell her that."
Santana paused while grabbing a pair of jeans. "That's it?"
"Of course."
She shakes her head as she somewhat aggressively yanks on her pants. "Shit, the one time I actually need advice from you is the one time you decide to have tact and not rant incessantly."
"I truly don't understand why you're in this predicament in the first place. I loved your morning orals and I loved riding your face. Maybe she just didn't understand?"
"Exactly! I'm just going to go over there. We still on for Thursday?"
"Yes, I just can't wait for you to meet Quinn! She's amazing! And she does this thing with her-"
"Stop! Fine, bye, bye." Santana ends the call and pulls on a tank top.
/
Santana doesn't see her blonde in the bakery but after convincing the worker, she makes her way up the stairs. She nervously enters and calls out for her. Not receiving an answer, she makes her way to the bedroom she was in earlier.
She is met with Brittany sprawled over another blonde.
"Oh." Santana says. She's not really sure what to say. So Brittany got it down like that. She walks backward but stumbles against the wall, knocking down a picture.
She looks down and cringes at the sound of glass shattering. She notices that it's a picture of Brittany and Quinn. Oops, but not really.
"Quinn, how drunk am I?" Brittany whispers incredibly loud, causing Santana to look up at her. "I'm hallucinating Santana right now. Alcohol does that?"
Quinn shakes her head, trying to wake up. "Uh, Britt? You're not hallucinating, there's someone really there."
Brittany sits up but trips over her feet as she tries to reach Santana. "Santana, I'm sorry!"
"I thought you'd like this morning and quite possibly I exaggerated but, shit. That was only six hours ago and you already have another woman in your bed. Fuck, maybe you were right and we were moving too fast." Defeated, Santana begins to walk away.
"No, no, no! I shoulda just done it. And, that's not another woman. That's only Quinn. Stupid ol' Quinnie! Pshhh!" Brittany tries to reason with her.
Quinn indignantly interjects "Hey!"
"Wait, please don't leave. Let me shower and then I'll make you lunch and we'll talk, please?" Brittany reached out and held Santana's hand. "Please?"
Santana looked down at their hands intertwined. Hand holding, she smiles. "Yeah, you smell like a fucking bar. I shouldn't have come in like that, anyway. I'll wait in the living-room. With Quinn."
/
"Wow, Britt said you were gorgeous but I didn't think you'd be like this. You're almost as pretty as Rachel." Quinn says as she sits down next to Santana.
"Aw, that's so cute." Santana tilts her head and smiles. "You hurt Rachel and I'll kill you. I'm serious. I already didn't like you because Rachel talks even more now that she met you but now that I know you slept with my girlfriend, I want to physically hurt you." The brunette pats Quinn's thigh, her smile becoming a little alarming.
The photographer moves farther back into the couch, trying to distance herself from Santana. "Uhh, didn't Rachel mention that you two would sleep together?"
"Oh, you bet we did. I just didn't take her virginity. You took my girlfriend's." Santana moves closer to Quinn, gripping her thigh again.
"She took mine too! But I don't care!" Quinn swallows, get a bit freaked out.
"I care. You have a history and memories with her that I don't. I didn't have a chance to be with her, to make her happy, all these years. You did." The brunette tries to gently dig her nails into Quinn's flesh.
"I-I-I" The photographer stutters not knowing how to respond.
"You can go now. I'll see you Thursday night."
Quinn gets up not knowing how to respond and quickly leaves.
Santana went back to Brittany's room and lays in her bed. When the door opens and Brittany walks out in a towel, she gets the butterflies she had all weekend.
Smiling the brunette tells her, "I thought I told you to move in with me. I need a live-in chef."
"You gotta put a ring on it first." Brittany quips back.
"Don't tempt me." Santana fires back.
Brittany gets dressed and lays next to Santana. "I didn't mean to call you a slut. Of course, you're not. I just don't want to treat you like those girls. You're different. And I want to treat you differently." Brittany holds one of her girlfriend's hands and kisses each knuckle.
"I love that I'm different to you but I don't see it as anything negative. I like knowing that you want me so bad, so much that I made you lose control. I want you to lose control. That's it. I'm so sorry for leaving the way that I did. Forgive me?" Santana explains, hoping that it makes sense.
Brittany takes a second to understand. Or try to understand. She knows some people like to be hit and tied up but it's not really the same thing, is it? If Santana wants that and she really wants Santana to be happy because she cares about, like borderline love, maybe? Those girls in college, she didn't care anything about them. That's why it's different. "If you forgive me?"
"I do, I really do." Santana assured her.
"Good. And okay, I'll do what you want me to." Brittany moved over and kissed her.
They leaned against the headboard, looking at each other, smiling like idiots. "I quit today." Santana says breaking the silence.
Brittany shoots up in excitement, "You did!?"
"Yes!"
Brittany gripped onto her girlfriend and rolled her around the bed but stopped when she felt she was about to roll them off the bed.
"I'm so proud of you! I totally had my attorney open a new account for you. I mean, not for you but it's there." The chef says against Santana's neck.
Santana pulls back and looks at Brittany a little bit in awe. "Are you seriously investing in me?"
"Yeah! Trust me, I'm thinking ahead. So when we get married, I won't feel like you're my cash cow. I can say that I had a part in that. A small part but still. Don't worry, the kids will know mami is the sole provider while mommy makes them lunch everyday." Brittany grinned at the thought of making their little girls lunch in the mornings with a wicked awesome treat and all the kids will be jealous. Fuck, yeah!
"We'd have gorgeous kids, baby. Our little girl is going to have your eyes with dirty blonde hair but our boys? They'll be just like me. I mean, I hope they're hung like you. Our little girl too, if she has one. Because I could not have sub par kids." Santana seriously tells her girlfriend. She isn't lying, hot people have hot children. It's science. She cuddles into her girlfriend again, considering the possibility of never moving again.
"We're fucking crazy, aren't we? We're five days into this and we're talking kids already."
Santana pulls away and soundly kisses Brittany. It doesn't matter if it's crazy, it's right. "We're 30, baby. We're old enough to just know. I'd go out and buy you a ring right now. That's how sure I am."
This time the blonde pulls away, her eyes sparkling more than ever. "Let's do it. Right now. Let's get married."
Santana sat up, speechless. She wasn't kidding about getting a ring but yeah she kinda was.
"Wait, wait, wait." Brittany got up and went through her jewelry box. She found what she was looking for. She took a deep breath and walked around the side of the bed and knelt down in front of Santana.
"I don't know you. I really don't. But I am falling in love you, I know that much. I also know that if you continue to be yourself, I will love you. And when I realize it, I want to be your wife. I swear to you that I need you in my life, that I need you to be the one I share myself with, the other mother to my children. Will you please marry me?" Brittany holds out her ring. "It was my mother's and if you don't want it, I'll get you another one."
Santana shakes her head and quietly says "No."
Kneeling on the floor, her shoulders drop. "No?"
"I mean, I want your mother's ring. I want to marry you." Santana feels her eyes welling up and is frantically nodding her head.
"You do!?"
"Yes!" Santana shot forward and hugged Brittany.
Brittany's head hit the floor with a thud but she doesn't care. "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God! I'm getting married. We're getting married. Mrs. Brittany Lopez. Fuck, that sounds good." Pressing kissing all over Santana's face and everywhere else she can reach.
"Well, Santana Pierce sound just as good."
The blonde stops them from rolling around, with Santana on top of her. Santana's hair falling down and cascading around them. Brittany smiled as she held Santana's cheek, running her thumb across to wipe away some of the tears. This is all she needs, Santana looking at her with this exact same look in her eyes. "No, baby. Pierce is my father's name. I want yours."
"Okay, baby." Santana whispers and presses her lips to pretty pink ones.
"Wait here! I have some champagne!"
Brittany went to kitchen and pulled out her bottle and some flutes to celebrate with her fiancé. She stops for a second as she closes the cabinet door. She has a fiancé. She's no longer alone. She has someone. And that someone is perfect.
"I'm back!" she announces as she walks into her room. Santana sitting on the edge of the bed looking at her left hand. She looked up to look at her new fiancé.
Santana looks up with a dazed look. "Fiancé. We're getting married."
"Fuck yes, we are!" Brittany shimmies a little. "Now you're legally obligated to stay with me." She sits down and quickly kisses Santana before pouring them some champagne.
Sipping a little, "Shit, you'd have to legally get rid of me." They finish their champagne in silence, no words needed to share how they're feeling.
They set down their flutes, kissing and shedding their clothes.
"Lay down." Brittany tells Santana. The brunette leans down, rubbing her own abs, mouth watering at the sight of Brittany touching herself.
Brittany watches her, stroking her length. She can't take it anymore. She smiles and spreads Santana's legs immediately diving in. Licking at Santana's folds, relishing the wetness and taste of her fiancé. Her tongue rolling around her throbbing clit. Sucking at everything she can. Suckling at her center, feeling her wet, sopping entrance. In and out, in and out. She runs her hands up Santana's tight body, feeling more and more of her body. Getting harder and harder as she hears her future wife moan and then scream her name. Taking her time, she teases Santana into coming. She keeps licking at the beautiful pussy in front of her until Santana pushes her away. Brittany kisses and nibbles her way up Santana's body and until she's letting Santana taste herself.
She keeps moving herself up until her cock is in front of Santana. Looking up at her, Brittany sees the hunger in her eyes. Gripping her cock, she offers herself to Santana. "Open."
Santana opens her mouth and is instantly met with Brittany's throbbing warmth. Moaning at the sensation. It spurs Brittany on, her shallow thrusts become deep, powerful ones. Brittany holding herself up with one hand and the other nestled in Santana's hair. She feels her cockhead going in and out of Santana's throat.
Santana snakes her hand to circle her clit and the other squeezing Brittany's breast above her. She massages the underside of Brittany's dick, loving how it feels against her tongue. Sucking as hard as she can to make it feel good for Brittany.
"Yeah, oh, fuck. Baby, baby, baby, you feel so good. Ah, fuck me." When Santana begins humming, Brittany releases herself down her fiance's throat. The warmth going down her throat with feeling the blonde shudder on top of her, makes her come. Her thrust slow down as she softens and pulls out. She scoots down and nuzzles into Santana's neck.
"Fuck." Santana says out of breath. "Aren't you glad you decided to do that with me?" She chuckles a little as she runs her hand up and down Brittany's sweaty back.
"Yeah, yeah. Anything else we can do?" Brittany bites down on Santana's neck.
"Fuck, yes!" The brunette's cries out, getting Brittany instantly hard. Santana turns over so she's on her stomach. "I want to feel you like this. Fuck me, baby."
Brittany doesn't move, completely enthralled by the perfect ass laid out in front of her. Santana looks back, pushed up on her elbows as Brittany runs her hand down her back and cups her ass.
"Fuck, that feels good."
Smirking, Brittany begins laying wet kisses all over Santana's back. "You're so beautiful, Santana. I can't wait to be your wife."
"Neither can I, Britt-Britt. Neither can I." Santana said before moving to kiss Brittany. When they broke apart, Brittany moved to lay fully on top of Santana. She buries her face into Santana's hair and starts rocking her body into Santana's.
They both let out a moan at the feel of Brittany's breast against Santana's back.
Brittany felt her dick deliciously brushing up against Santana's ass every time they rocked. Biting down on Santana's neck, their moans and whimpers filled the room.
"Now, Britt. Now." Santana hissed as she clutched behind her to grab Brittany.
The blonde grinned at her desperation and got up to grab a condom. She quickly rolled it on, remembering to adjust the tip and settled on top on Santana's thighs.
Her dick between Santana's ass cheeks while she played with them. Squeezing them, feeling them, loving them. "Are you ready?"
"So fucking ready, baby." The tanned woman says as she grinds up against Brittany.
"Ughhh!" Brittany breaths out as she guides herself into Santana. Enveloped with sweet tightness. "Perfect, just perfect." Not moving, just enjoying her fiancé's tight pussy she leans down and nibbles on Santana's ear. "You're my perfect thing, baby." She whispers as she begins to stroke.
"You're mine. All mine, all mineee. Yesss." Santana reaches back and holds Brittany's neck as she lets her pound into her. She's been fucked like this before but it's never felt like this. It's never felt so good, it's never felt so right. She's never felt so whole. Not only is her body on fire from Brittany doing her right, her heart has never felt so warm.
Brittany could feel her abs burning but ignored it. Santana's pussy was choking her dick so good. The brunette's back was rippling and it only fueled Brittany to keep giving it to her.
"Oh, GOD... I'm coming, I'm coming, Brittttttt!" Santana screams as feels her body shake as she approaches the edge.
"I can feel it, Santana! I feel it!" Brittany was close too but she wanted more for Santana. She wanted Santana to feel her. Really feel her. One orgasm is not enough. She picked up the pace even more, pushing through Santana's pussy strangling her dick so fucking good. She kept pounding and pounding. Her balls slapping Santana's clit. Santana's screaming louder and louder.
Two orgasms later, Brittany could just not hold it and she pounded in as far as she could, spurting into the condom. She collapsed on Santana.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I can't breath. Fuck. I can't feel my body." Santana gasped, her legs shaking.
"My ears are ringing. I can't hear anything." Brittany muttered against Santana's shoulder.
"That's a good thing, Britt. It's good. That was just, WOW." The brunette said in awe. Brittany rolled off and they both laid on their back catching their breaths. "I get an entire lifetime of that?" Santana wiped her hair out of her face.
"We both do, Sanny. I need more champagne. I don't think I've ever come that hard." Brittany leaned and kissed Santana's shoulder before getting up.