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"You love her?" Scott asked curiously and not at all demanding. He was so light with his words that I think if Santana said we slept together he would smile and accept it. "As family or...?"
Santana shrugged her shoulders. "Not really. I just love her. The way you love Charlie." Scott turned to me, lips parted slightly in surprise. He worried his bottom lip between his teeth. It clicked in my head what Santana was doing. She had Scott in a vulnerable position. He couldn't judge us if he was in the wrong first.
"I wrote this paper for English in freshman year before I went away. I called it The Love We Long For," I smiled to myself at the memory. "I wrote about the feelings that I was so desperate for, even at a young age. The feelings that defined love. I had felt all of these things without even noticing. I had been so busy focusing on getting better and pleasing you guys that I didn't realise that what I longed for was standing right there," I turned to Santana and saw a tear descend her cheek. "I can't help it, you know. You should know what I mean Char. Everything that Scott has done for you and made you feel should outweigh that one drunken mistake. You can't let go of something that makes you feel so alive and loved," I sighed heavily into my hands and began to walk to the door.
I halted without even taking a step as I saw who was standing there. My mom and dad, holding hands and staring at me like I've been missing for a four years. And I kind of have. But I found myself as soon as I found Santana.
"What's going on?" My mom asked, eyes shooting towards each person in the room. "Charlie?" My sister just shook her head pushed passed them to get some fresh air. Scott followed her after a moments silence, leaving Santana and me to face my parents alone.
"Mom listen-"
"No," She interrupted me firmly. But just as I thought she was about to yell at me for what she heard me say about Santana, her face softened and she smiled. "You don't have to explain anything sweetie."
I nodded vaguely and then turned around to see Santana fiddling with her hands. I cleared my throat to get her attention and she looked up. Half my lips tilted into a smile and she giggled, returning the warm gesture. She then walked forward, stood beside me and faced my parents.
"I feel the same way about her," I stared at her with raised eyebrows. "I just needed to say that," She mumbled, mainly to herself.
I watched my mom's lips curve up and my dad was about to break into a grin as well. Then I realised my mom was actually back here, in the flesh, staring at me intently and grinning widely. She hadn't smiled at me genuinely in four years.
"What are you doing back mom?" She seemed confused at the abrupt change in topic but then shook her head.
"Oh, right yes. Well I spent some time away figuring out where I went wrong in terms of being a mother and after a few long phone calls with your father, he convinced me that the best thing to do was to return home and try to make things better with my beautiful girls," She explained, her tone full of remorse and warmth.
I liked hearing that she wanted to change, not because somebody else asked her too. I walked forward and reached around her waist to hug her. She returned it and squeezed me really tight. I saw my dad walk over to Santana and give her a pat on the shoulder before pulling her into a hug.
Charlie and Scott then returned inside, their faces resembling those clown heads at theme parks. To say they were a little shocked at the visual before them was an understatement. Charlie smiled softly at me, knowing that I was so happy being cuddled by mom again. I pulled back and watched my mom turn to Charlie.
"Sweetheart," She whispered, her voice breaking at the overpowering emotion she was feeling. Charlie didn't answer with words. She moved forward, pulling my mom into an embrace. Scott shook my dad's hand and we all waited in silence for a minute.
"Scott and I are going away for a week to figure s-stuff out," Charlie explained. I nodded, showing her that she had my approval. I hugged her tightly and whispered kind words in her ear.
"Take care and call if you need."
Scott hugged Santana but she hardly returned it. She sent him a tight lipped smile as he walked upstairs to pack. "What's the matter?" I whispered.
"I'm just disappointed in him, more than I thought I would be." I nodded, leaning in and kissing her cheek. She blushed and ducked her head. "You should go home and get some sleep."
"What about you, you'll be here alone," I replied, sucking my lips in my mouth in nervousness.
"I'll be okay," Santana responded with fake confidence. I saw right through it.
"Mom, dad, can Santana stay with us until Scott and Charlie come back?" I asked before Santana could intervene.
"Sure," My mom answered with a surprisingly loving tone. She was getting better, I was so happy for her.
I led Santana into my room and shoved over some of my clothes so she could fit hers in a drawer. "I could just wear your clothes," She said smugly. I rolled my eyes and unzipped her bag. I watched as she retreated to my bed as I began unpacking her bag.
"You aren't going to let me do this by myself are you?" I ask annoyed.
She just threw her head back in laughter and sat back on her elbows. "We can always do that later Britt-Britt," She responded through giggles.
"Santana," I warned, trying to hold back my amusement. She finally sighed and approached her bag. She basically just shoved a bunch of t-shirts and shorts into the drawer without folding them. I dug around her bag more and accidentally pulled out her underwear. "Shit," I breathed, immediately dropping the item.
Santana smirked and picked them up. "I'm going to wear these tonight."
I thought about her words and how confident she was being. I loved this side of her so much. "I guess since our family knows then..." I trailed off when she began nodding, instantly understanding what I was getting at.
"We really don't have to hide," She whispered, sliding her arms around my waist to pull me closer.
"What about school?" I breathed near her mouth.
"I don't care what anyone thinks Brittany." The way she said my name had my knees trembling and the difficulty to remain stoic increased. I couldn't even look her in the eyes because I knew we would end up just ripping each other's clothes off.
"Since my parents know, I think we should respect them by not," I racked my brain thinking of the right way to say what I was thinking. "...Having so much lady sex?" It came out as more of a question which caused Santana to scoff at and bite her lips.
"I agree, but what about kissing?" She spoke softly, leaning down to my neck and pecking at the flesh. My eyes fluttered closed at the contact but soon widened when I felt her teeth bite at my collarbone. I emitted an embarrassing shriek which had Santana breathing out a laugh against my skin. She has no idea what she was doing to me. But then again, she probably did.
I lifted my hands to bawl her shirt into fists. It happened so fast she wasn't able to stop herself from tumbling backwards onto the pile of clothes on the floor. I laughed when I landed on top of her and she grinned, combing her fingers through my tresses. I watched as her lips pouted and she leaned up to kiss me. I had almost met her halfway when she pulled back and made me follow her. I smiled before capturing her bottom lip between mine. She was thrown off by my control that her hands still by her side and I was the one left to do the touching.
I tilted my head right and she mirrored me. I opened and closed my lips over hers in a slow rhythm so she could enjoy it. My hands gripped her waist, then began descending down her thighs which tensed under my touch. Her hands then froze over the top of mine and she pulled her lips away from mine. I opened my eyes and watched her expression change. She was concentrating so hard on the kiss that her forehead had defined creases.
"None of that," She whispered, bringing my hands up to her lips. "I just want to kiss you." I grinned down at her and happily gave her what she asked.
Walking down the hallway today had been different then any other. I'm sure it was because my fingers were tightly entwined between hers. I looked to my left and saw Puck eyeing us both which his jaw clenched. His eyebrows were scrunched as well and he looked really annoyed. I think it's because he couldn't get Santana or me to be with him again. It felt good teaching him a lesson.
Santana squeezed my hand as a sign that she wanted my attention and I followed her gaze to three students I never thought would be smiling at me. Quinn, Mike and Mercedes were all standing in front of the lockers staring at me and Santana with smiles on their faces.
I wanted to smile back, but Mike had hurt me and Quinn did as well. Mercedes was not as much of a bitch to me than Quinn, so I sent her a tight lipped smiled. I didn't even realise we reached my locker until I felt Santana stop walking. I looked over at her and she was still holding my hand, her right shoulder leaning against the locker next to mine.
"Are you going to keep staring or get your books out?" She asked smugly. I blushed and opened my locker without looking at her again. Out of the corner of my eyes I saw her move forward and at first I just thought she was going to say something. But then I felt her fingers sliding up my waist.
"Santana!" I hissed, swatting her hand away. She giggled and folded her arms.
"We aren't at home, your parents won't catch us," She explained, almost sounding desperate.
"What happened to you just wanting to kiss?" I asked, arching an eyebrow. She quickly leaned in and pecked my lips.
"Kissing is fun, but sex with you is like," She looked up at the ceiling. "The feeling is indescribable." I couldn't help but feel warm everywhere on my body when Santana said that.
When I turned back to my locker I noticed that there was a shadow hovering over me and I tensed immediately. Santana's eyes widened as she stepped passed me to block me from whoever was there.
"Fuck off," She hissed. I turned my head and noticed Puck and a few footballers holding slushies in their hands.
"I'd rather fuck you both senseless, but if I can't do that then..." He heaves the drink at Santana without a second thought. I squeal and then watch as an arm is extended towards me and the ice cold drink floods my face. I wipe my eyes and when I can see Santana, I grab her arm and take her to the bathroom.
"Those assholes," Santana groaned, slamming her palms against the sink. I stood back, scared that she might not want me crowding her. She then grabbed a paper towel and wiped her face clean. "Come here," She said softly, looking at me through the mirror. I walked over to the sink and leant against it. I was taller than her so bending my legs helped her to clean my face. I didn't want to tell her I could do that myself, even though I should have. But having her be this domestic with me was so wonderful.
She then moved closer, placing her left leg between both of mine. My hands immediately found her waist and she paused her movements to read my expression. I stared at her trying to figure out what she was thinking, but she didn't allow me when she ducked her head. Her cheeks were tinted in a light shade of red.
The door of the bathroom suddenly burst open and Santana placed her hands on my shoulders. We were both shocked to see who was standing there looking empathetic.
"Rachel?" I looked beside her. "Quinn?"
The girls awkwardly eyed each other and stepped forward. "We saw what happened," Rachel explained.
"Yeah look Puck is an ass and I am so sorry for causing any hurt to you Brittany," Her eyes welled up with tears. "I really am."
"Are you two fucking?" I snapped my head towards Santana and eyed her suspiciously. The girls remained silent, awkwardly shuffling between feet.
"We prefer the term sharing a romantic connection," Rachel replied semi confidently. Santana chuckled to herself and I squinted my eyes at her. Quinn then took a defiant step forward towards Santana.
"Don't laugh at her," She ordered. Santana stepped forward as well, matching Quinn's matriarchal stance. I stood back, unsure whether to intervene or let them go at it because it would be pretty hot...
"Don't tell me what to do," Santana shot back. Yep, definitely hot. I looked to Rachel who was shaking and all she could let out was a squeak as the girls stepped closer into each other's personal space.
"Don't San," I pleaded. She turned to me, sighing as if she just snapped out of some sort of trance. I moved forward, cupped her face in my hands and kissed her forehead gently. She wrapped me up in an embrace and I rested my chin on her shoulder. I turned my head towards Rachel who was calming Quinn down by peppering kisses all over her face.
I smirked, "You were right."
Santana pulled back and followed my line of sight. Her mouth formed a capital O and her eyebrows almost reached her hair line. "Fuck yeah," She accidentally said a little louder than a whisper, causing the girls opposite us to stop what they were doing.
"Please Santana," Rachel rolled her eyes and huffed. I sent them both a sincere smile before tugging Santana out of the bathroom and towards the locker room to get two spare shirts. Just as we were about to enter a voice stopped us.
"Hey Brittany." I recognized the voice and it made me tense. Santana noticed and held me close to her.
"What do you want Chang?" She spat.
"Could I talk to Brittany alone?" He asks gently, without any hint of foul play in his tone. Santana sent him a disapproving glare and then looked at me. I smiled slightly and nodded.
"I'll just be inside," She murmured, disappearing into the locker room. I turned back to Mike and he had his hands fiddling in his pockets. He looked really nervous.
"Brittany, I'm so sorry about that night at the karaoke bar," He apologized, taking a step towards me. "I shouldn't have listened to Puck, it was stupid of me. You're a really great girl and I was wondering if you wanted to go to dinner," My eyes widened and he noticed. "No! Not like that, just as friends. Well I mean, unless you want it to be a date, but just friends for now. I just want to apologize and prove to you I'm not like the other guys." He sounded really sincere and remorseful, I couldn't help but hesitate with my answer. He said we would go as friends so that was alright.
I think Santana will get jealous though. But if I go with Mike and come back to her, it'll prove that I love her the most.
"Alright," I whispered then cleared my throat. "Pick me up at 7. But this is not a date." Mike nodded excitedly then strode off in the other direction. I then turned around and walked into the locker room and found Santana rubbing lotion on her arms and legs.
"What did he want?" She asked annoyed.
"He asked me to dinner," I said simply and watched as her eyes widened comically.
"What the hell did you say?" She dropped the lotion bottle and walked towards me.
"I said alright." Her brow creased and her hands flew up in the air. She began pacing in front of me and I found it quite amusing. Jealous Santana was adorable.
"What the hell do you mean alright? I can't believe after all we have just been through you're going to throw it all away for some guy that was such an asshole to you!" She takes a deep breath and faces me again. "He doesn't deserve you Brittany, please don't do this. I don't even want to think about what he has planned for you... He could be working with Puck and his buddies to slushie you at dinner! What if you get hurt again Britt? I can't let you get hurt, please just don't go, or let me go with-"
"Santana, stop!" I yelled before she could continue and she tries to catch her breath. "I'm going with him as a friend. He wants to apologize. Nothing is going to change between me and you after this, please just trust me." Santana seemed to calm down and she eventually allowed me to hug her. "I'm yours," I mumbled against her shoulder and she hugged me tighter.
"Good choice," Santana complimented as she eyed my simple outfit up and down. I had skinny jeans on and a long sleeve striped sweater. Santana handed me a thin grey scarf and I wrapped it once around my neck. "Very cute." I couldn't believe she was actually smile. I think she forgot about the fact that I was going to dinner with Mike. It wasn't intimate at all and I wanted her to know that after tonight. I trusted her that she wouldn't follow me tonight. She knew we were going to a small cafe near Breadstix but didn't show any sign of wanting to join. I think she realised that she had to trust me.
"I have to get going," I said, looking over at the alarm clock near my bed.
"I swear if he hurts you again," Santana huffs. I placed my arms around her neck and rest our foreheads together.
"I can take care of myself baby, but it's very nice that you're protective," I whispered, leaning down to brush our noses together. She smirked and ran her hands down my back and didn't stop when she reached my ass. She even squeezed and caused me to moan involuntarily.
"Okay baby," She whispered and I pulled away from her because I knew I was a millisecond away from pushing her down on the bed. She pouted as I walked towards the door. "Be home in two hours," She called.
"Yes ma'am," I replied in a thick southern accent. She blew me a kiss and I winked back, disappearing outside the room. I knew Santana wouldn't have much to do at home. She would probably end up watching porn if she grew desperately bored... Oh shit, now I'm thinking about her lying in my bed and... Stop! I open the door and see Mike's car parked on the curb.
My parents went to see a movie at 6 so they won't be back till late. They normally are the types to see the movie then drive around town trying to find a nice place that has all you can eat. I smile at the thought of my parents sharing a meal for the first time in so long.
Mike grins at me as I get in the car. "You look good," He says. I nod in thanks and face forward. I just wanted to get this over with.
I ordered the smallest meal which ended up being a tiny bowl of salad and another equally small bowel of chips. Mike had ordered a steak burger which he was devouring. It was gross watching him stuff his face, so I looked down at my food as I ate. We hadn't spoke much, probably because we were both starving. Well obviously I wasn't.
"How have you been?" One person springs to mind when he asks that. I grin at the thought of her.
"Really good," I reply. He nods happily. "How about you?"
"Well," He wipes his mouth with his sleeve. "I'm still bummed about how I treated at the bar. I wish I could take it back." He was looking me dead in the eyes it was spooky.
"It's okay, really," I said, just to shut him up.
"I really hoped that tonight would make up for it and we could maybe go on a few more dates in the future..."
"Mike this isn't a date. You know I'm with Santana," I stated. He rolled his eyes and leant forward.
"So? That's not legit right? I mean Santana fucks around with the whole cheer leading squad," Mike rambled. He really had no filter.
"No," I half yelled, startling him. "Everybody thinks she a bad person but she's not. And when I returned everybody assume I was crazy! You used me because one of your ass hole friends told you too. I bet if Puck told you to wipe his ass you would," I mentally high five'd myself for that one. "You and your friends go around torturing others claiming that they're freaks, but really, you're just losers with no future."
Mike's mouth opened to reply but the waiter interrupted him. "Dessert."
"No thank you," I replied with a clenched jaw. The waiter nodded and turned to Mike.
"I'll j-just have a chocolate mousse." I rolled my eyes. He was trying to prolong this meal. But I didn't want to fall to his level. I was going to be here for another half an hour so I would do the mature thing and stick it out. Even if all I'm thinking about is Santana.
"Look Brittany, I'm sorry I insulted Santana. I can see now that she means a lot to you," He said in a calming tone. I relaxed in my seat, but didn't look him in the eyes. "I just want another chance... I bet if I was Santana you would give me another chance," He added with a small smile.
"Don't compare yourself to Santana," I stated sternly. "Just don't."
"Alright, alright. Well I'm just saying that you shouldn't settle so quickly. I think we would be good together. We both dance-"
"I don't dance any more," I spit.
"O-oh, well we both like to perform... And I'm sure if we hang out more, we could find that we have so much more in common."
"Mike," I shushed him. "I'm really not interested. In fact, anything you say further will just turn me off you even more. I don't even know what Tina sees in you..." I muttered.
"Tina? Cohen-Chang?" I nodded slowly. "She's into me?" His voice seemed a lot brighter.
"Wow you move fast," I murmured, placing my cutlery on my plate and standing up. "You'll pay right?" I didn't give him a chance to answer, I just walked out. I decided not to call Santana to pick me up, the walk wasn't too long anyway.
The night air was perfect. I longed for Santana next to me, holding my hand and whispering cute things in my ear. But I was so close to home that the thought vanished from my mind. Santana was sitting on the step outside, obviously waiting for me. "Hey," I yelled, getting her attention immediately.
"Hey," She said monotonously. "How was it?"
"Crap," I replied honestly, approaching her. She stood up and turned around, walking back into the house. I could tell she was trying to remain calm about the situation but I knew she wanted to say 'I told you so' or 'It was pointless going in the first place'. I followed her into the kitchen and watched her lean against the breakfast table. Her eyes stared out the kitchen window and I moved in front of her so she would look at me.
"Did he flirt with you?" I nodded honestly. She rolled her eyes and clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. "Did you flirt back?" I furrowed my eyes. That hurt that Santana even asked that. I stepped closer to her and looked her straight in the eyes.
"All I could think about was returning home and seeing you. I stood up for you and I blatantly rejected him and everybody else because of you. So please don't ask me if I flirted San," I explained, looking down to hold in my tears. She reached up and tucked my hair behind my ear. I eventually focused my eyes back on her face and watched her lean forward.
"I'm sorry," She whispered before kissing me hard. She pushed me back against the kitchen sink and I gripped her shirt to keep my balance. I inhaled through my nose and smirked when I felt her fingers trying to unbutton my jeans. I lightly pushed her chest with my fingers until she backed up. She tried to lean forward again, tempting me with her pouty lips, but I wanted to do things differently this time.
I laced my fingers between hers and pulled her upstairs. We got to my bedroom and I turned the lights on this time. With my hands still holding hers, I pulled her towards me as I fell back on the bed. She lifted her legs up and straddled me, rocking back and forth hard to create a rhythm. I dug my fingers into her back and coaxed her to lean forward. She obliged, but not before lifting her shirt over her head to reveal that she wasn't wearing a bra. I gazed down at her breasts and didn't hesitate to lean forward and capture them between my lips. She arched into me and I continued licking and sucking on her flesh. I leaned back up and plunged my tongue into her mouth.
I was becoming so horny that I just wanted to be inside of her already. "Make love," I cleared my throat and caught her gaze. "Make love to me Santana." She nodded slowly and kissed me again, savouring my taste. I nipped at her bottom lip making her whimper and then peppered light kisses across her chest. She suddenly took control, pushing me back on the bed and lifting my sweater up until she could see my bra. I arched my back so she could reach around and unclasp it. She then lifted my sweater over my head, threw it off the bed and attached her lips to my breasts.
"Ahh," I hissed. She cupped my breasts and squeezed them together causing me to tremble under her touch. "Fuck me." It was the third time my foul mouth asked Santana that same request. And two out of three times she answered to my advantage. I leaned up, causing her to kneel. I then licked up the crevice of her breasts and she tangled her fingers in my hair tightly.
I then brought my fingers to the waistband of her cotton pyjama shorts which I could sense were already soaked. I pulled them down and flipped her over so I could throw them off. I ran my palm from her throat, across her breasts, stomach and settled between her legs. Her breath hitched in her throat, making her moan come out crackly. I cupped her lower lips and pressed my palm hard against her clit. She let out a loud strangled moan and watching her expression change so fast made me feel a little dizzy. I pressed lazy kisses to her jaw until I buried my nose in the crook of her neck.
"Oh god," She whimpered, pressing me into her. I pulled back and crawled down to her legs. I kissed her lower stomach just where her panties ended. I took them in my hands and pulled them down to her knees until she bent them. I threw them onto the pile of clothes, then pulled my own jeans and panties off.
When I began kissing her lower lips, she began thrusting into my mouth. I moaned every few seconds at the rhythm she was creating, then managed to stop her legs from moving. That only caused her breathing to pick up and her moans were becoming louder. I lapped my tongue up and down her lips and sucked on the pink flesh until she squirmed underneath me.
When I entered her, she clung onto my like this was the last night we could have together. I reminded her I would always be here by pulling her up to sit in front of me, while still entering her with two fingers. I captured her lips in a passionate kiss. She scratched my back causing me to shudder and pause my fingers for a moment.
She had flipped me over after her sixth orgasm. We had been at it for almost two and half hours and I was still not tired. Her eyes were lidded from the pleasure but she was still entering me relatively fast. I bucked my hips and licked her lips. She curled the tips of her fingers inside of me and I felt my walls clench around her skin. I was reaching my third orgasm and ended up wrapping my legs tightly around her waist, pulling her into me. I didn't want her to ever stop touching me. Even if her shoulder bumped against mine while we walked down the hall at school, I never wanted her to leave.
"I love you with everything I have," I murmured into her cheek. She fell off of me and I turned over so I could face her. "Do you love me?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
"I'm in love with everything you are Brittany Pierce," She replied softly, leaning forward and kissing me on the nose.
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