A/N: First of all I'd like to thank snixxjuice214 for your suggestions, they're really helpful! Oh and while I was writing this I had 'Scream' by Michael Jackson stuck in my head for like the all day and hopefully this chapter reflects my emotions towards the song lol! Hooray for a slightly longer chapter! Thank you so much for the reviews! It means a lot : )
Chapter 4
"I wish...I wish we could just lie here forever," Brittany sighed snuggling further into Santana's arms. Santana couldn't agree with her any more than she already did. She wished more than anything that they could stay in this little bubble of complete bliss, together in each other's arms.
She gazed down to the beautiful blonde in her arms whose body was radiating with her favourite post-sex glow. Taking a moment, Santana quietly studied every freckle, curve and mark on her girlfriend's body and sent a silent thank you to god for making someone as beautiful as Brittany, hers to keep. She would never really figure out how she got so lucky; she remembered the times when she wouldn't dare to dream of happiness for herself; she thought not to reach too far for fear of falling; not to hope too much. She remembered when her universe revolved around herself and that little pyramid she built herself upon, and she would shake her head at how pathetic she had been.
Somewhere in the midst of her joke of a life, she found Brittany and she saw everything that she had been missing. She didn't care how cliché it sounded, but Brittany had opened her eyes and all that Santana could see was her.
"Me too, Britt," Santana finally said. Brittany looked up and the two exchanged adoring smiles, holding each other tight in their embrace. A sudden gurgling noise sounded from Santana's stomach and she grinned sheepishly.
"Hungry?" Brittany asked with a knowing look as she laughed.
"Starving."
"Four cheeseburgers with large fries and two large cokes and a chocolate sundae," said Santana, her head poking out the window of her jeep to speak to through the rusted intercom in the McDonald's drive-thru. Brittany nudged her in the ribs and gave her a scolding look before Santana added with an eye-roll, "please."
Santana had been incredibly thankful for having filthy rich parents and even more thankful for the hefty amount of cash that sat waiting in her trust fund at her disposal. She didn't know if they could've pulled this off without it. Her smile lessened as she thought of her parents. Santana missed her mother like crazy and a part of her thought what she'd done to her was unforgivable. Running away like she had, it hadn't been fair to her mother, not even so much as a goodbye.
The endless unanswered phone calls ate away at her conscience and she couldn't help but feel overcome with guilt. Her mom was worried sick and each voicemail she left was more frantic than the last. Santana had sent a few texts back explaining that Brittany and her were both safe, it was the least she could do.
"Um...yep," Santana answered as the crackling voice from the intercom repeated her order back to her, bringing her back to reality. She looked at Brittany and added, "Oh and can we get a happy meal too?" smiling as Brittany beamed at her.
The two girls dug greedily into their meals as they sat in their parked car, satisfying their animalistic hunger. Santana watched Brittany as she tore the soft plastic that encased her stuffed purple My Little Pony toy and began playing with it; she was so adorable.
"Baby, it looks like a unicorn," Brittany giggled between mouthfuls of her burger and walked the plush toy up Santana's arm, "all it needs is a horn."
"Mmhmm," Santana agreed taking a large bite into her own burger, mustard oozing out onto her chin.
"Gross," Brittany chuckled using her thumb to wipe the mustard off Santana's chin. She brought her thumb to her mouth and licked the sauce off.
With a mischievous grin Santana pressed her lips into her burger, smearing the mustard and tomato sauce all over so they coated her lips. She turned to Brittany and puckered her lips, "Oops. Can you lick this off me?"
"Ew, that looks so not yummy," Brittany laughed louder but instead of licking off the sauce like Santana had wished, she wiped Santana's mouth with a napkin which earned her a disappointed frown in response, "don't look at me like that. You're evil. Your puppy dog eyes are irresistible. It's my kryptonite, and you know that."
Santana only whimpered in response. Brittany didn't stand a chance.
Brittany sighed and leaned over to press a tender kiss on Santana's lips before parting her own to let her tongue swipe swiftly across Santana's plump bottom lip, tasting hints of the sauces. Santana sighed into the kiss, bringing her hand up to cup her girlfriend's face. Their lips moulded together and their tongues explored each other's mouths, their burgers held limply in their hands, now forgotten, and Brittany's stuffed pony fell to the floor.
The outside world was soon also forgotten, Santana let her worries fly away with each panting breath that escaped their mouths. All that existed right there and then was Brittany's lips on hers.
"I'm going to kiss you know!" Brittany shouted.
"What?" Santana shouted back over the thudding bass that matched the pace of her heart, unsure of what she had just heard. Had Brittany just said what she thought she had said? Santana was entranced by the way her hips moved so seductively to the music, it was so very distracting. She could watch Brittany dance all day, to be honest. The music was blasting too loud, she could barely hear what she was even thinking as they swayed and danced to the beat.
"I said," Brittany said louder, she lifted her arms to wrap around Santana's neck as she dipped and rolled her hips, bringing her body closer to the Latina, "I'm going to kiss you now."
Santana's eyes widened, so she had heard right. Her stomach flipped nervously and she tried to contain the butterflies that weren't making any sense to her. No, they couldn't kiss, not here. Half of McKinley's student body was at this fucking party, it would look so lesbian. "Brittany, we're drunk." Santana tried to reason. Thank god for the music, Santana thought, it drowned out the sound of the erratic thrumming of her heart and it scared her that she wasn't sure if it was from excitement or panic.
"Soooooo...?" Brittany slurred bringing lips close to Santana's ear, her breath tickling the skin of Santana's neck, making her shiver. Brittany pulled back to face Santana and Santana couldn't help but stare at Brittany's glossy pink lips. They looked so damn kissable... they probably would taste as great as they looked...
Ugh no, she couldn't kiss her - that would be so weird and awkward.
But she really wanted to-
But that's gay-
-But Brittany's so fucking hot-
Still gay.
God, she needed to calm the fuck down, why was she over thinking this? Where was the fearless bitch? It was just a kiss. They were drunk, they were at the party and everyone else seemed to be getting their mack on, and plus half the guys would just love to see the two sexiest cheerleaders getting in on. It couldn't hurt, it didn't mean anything. Right?
She felt her cheeks set on fire as the blonde leant in; completely disregarding the fact that Santana hadn't even said it was okay.
'Wait, Britt-' but Santana was cut off as their lips connected for the first time ever in a sweet and soft kiss. Santana moaned as everything seemed to fall away from beneath her feet.
They were kissing.
And Santana was seeing fireworks.
"San," Brittany giggled and the vibrations tickled Santana's lips. Santana bit down on the blonde's lower lip, still wedged between her own. The blonde gasped and Santana grinned into the kiss with triumph. She brought her hand to the back of Brittany's head, twisting her fingers in the silky blonde hair and smiled inwardly at the memory of their first kiss.
Tap. Tap.
The two girls jumped apart as somebody rapped their knuckles against the car window. Brittany flushed a deep pink in her cheeks as Santana rolled the window down to a girl, who looked only a few years younger than them, wearing a McDonald's uniform. Santana sighed frustrated at the interruption.
"I –I'm so sorry for the intrusion," the girl said, she looked terribly embarrassed and was blushing brightly herself, "but you're going to have to move."
"Why? We're legally parked in a parking space." Brittany said, her brow crinkling in confusion.
"Um... we received a complaint from a customer, I'm really sorry." the girl shifted uncomfortably, obviously wishing she was standing anywhere but there. Santana pursed her lips.
"No, that's okay, Samantha." Brittany smiled sweetly at the girl, reading her name tag, but Santana clenched her jaw. She glanced out the window to see a woman, somewhere in her mid-thirties, standing at the entrance to the restaurant glaring at them with a disgusted look. She stood protectively in front of two children as they played a game of tag with each other behind her. Santana's eyes narrowed.
"I didn't know it was illegal to kiss in public," Santana snapped at Samantha.
"I – uh," Samantha stuttered, "It's not, um we just have to request you move somewhere else -"
"What so that you guys won't have to worry about your customers vomiting over two girls kissing in a car?"
"Santana, stop," Brittany murmured placing a hand on Santana's shoulder, trying to calm her down. Santana was furious, she knew that she was being irrational and immature but she couldn't help it. Something just snapped inside of her, pushed her off the edge. It was just McKinley High all over again, everywhere was the fucking same.
She couldn't take it anymore; she's been through too much to deal with this kind of shit again. The feisty Latina pushed the car door open and stormed over to the mother whose eyes went wide with apprehension. Brittany almost toppled over in her rush to get out of the car, Samantha quickly followed as they made their way over to Santana.
"Santana stop! What are you doing?" Brittany called, panicking.
"No, Britt I'm not gonna move just 'cause some homophobic hag can't stand the sight of us, can't simply stand the idea that her children could see two girls together," Santana hissed, then turned to look directly at the woman with her children who looked away, "oh, I'm sorry we make you so sick."
"Kylie take Ben out to play in the playground," the mother said stiffly turning to her children and gently ushering her kids away, before turning back to give Santana a cold glare.
"Hi," Santana said to the woman, the venom oozed from her voice, "I'm sorry, but do you have a problem with me and my girlfriend?"
"Santana don't," Brittany begged trying to pull Santana's sleeve but she resisted.
"No," the woman said, "I have a problem with the foul display going on inside your car in a public place."
"I'm sorry," Santana hissed, "but why don't you turn around and take a look behind you."
Reluctantly, the mother turned to see a teenage boy and girl engaged in a very public, very heated, game of tonsil hockey. She turned back to Santana cocking her head up defiantly, "that's different."
Santana scoffed, her blood boiling now, "why because we're two girls?"
"Yes," the mother said coldly. Santana clenched her fist, blinded for a moment by rage. This bitch is exactly the same, she thought bitterly.
"It's absolutely inappropriate for my children to see that-that disgusting show you two are putting on. I'd rather avoid that kind of conversation at all costs." said the woman sourly.
Santana was seeing red; she could feel the angry tears sting her eyes as she began to shout, "How dare you! You mother fu-"
"Santana don't!" Brittany hissed, tugging Santana's sleeve with more force causing her to spin around. "Don't do it, she's not worth it."
"Would she complain if she saw a husband and wife kissing in front of an open window?" Santana spat, "no, and how is us sharing a kiss in a car any different from that straight couple fucking tonguing each other's face off right in front of her? And yet I don't see anyone else having a fucking conniption over it. It's bullshit Brittany, and I'm sick of it."
Samantha stood there gaping, her eyes wide at Santana's outburst, not sure of what to say. The mother looked appalled, thankful her children weren't there to hear all this profanity.
"Santana," Brittany pleaded in a low voice only Santana could hear. She gave Santana's shoulder a gentle squeeze, "let it go. Just breathe. You're overreacting."
Santana looked into Brittany's eyes and forced herself to listen to her. She took in a deep breath, trying to relax her rigid posture and collect herself. She wanted to punch something, preferably the woman's face.
"I'm so sorry Samantha." Brittany apologized looking to the poor girl who stood there unsure of what to do. She turned to the woman "I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable, we were just leaving." And without another word, the blonde dragged her girlfriend back to the car.
Santana revved the engine in silence and pulled out of the parking spot. She led the car towards the highway to drive back to the motel but not before slowing down in front of the woman who stood still there with her children, and stuck her middle finger up.
"Santana!" Brittany gasped, wearing a similar expression as the woman, who was looking positively flustered.
"Are you alright?" Brittany asked as the two sped down the highway. Santana didn't respond.
She couldn't get a grip on her temper, she was furious. Her head was throbbing and her cheeks were flushed, she just couldn't believe what she'd heard. No, that was wrong, she definitely could believe that. She just didn't expect to hear it from anywhere outside the walls of high school, but she could see clearly now that full grown adults were just as narrow minded and homophobic as teenagers.
"Are you not going to talk to me now?" Brittany mumbled as she watched the still fuming Santana in the driver's seat. Santana finally glanced at Brittany with a forced smile, "what? Of course I'm talking to you. I'm not angry at you."
"Well, you haven't spoken a single word this whole time." Brittany murmured.
"Look," Santana said in a strained voice, keeping her eyes fixed on the road, "I'm just sick of it all you know?" She turned into the motels parking lot and parked the Jeep in front of their room. The two sat still in the car. The sun was beating directly down on their car, it was just past noon but the car park was just as deserted as it had been when they first arrived.
"I'm sick of having to hide who I am, what we are," Santana didn't look at Brittany as she spoke, "It's exactly like we're back at school, nothing is different and let's face it's not going to be different anywhere in this fucking state." Brittany listened quietly, letting Santana speak, "I don't want to hide what we are, and I don't want to stop kissing the love of my life because someone wants us to. I don't want to stop kissing you because some bigot of a mother doesn't want her children to know gay people exist."
Santana was breathing heavily, she counted each breath in her head, "I'm tired of it. All I ever wanted to be able to do is kiss my girlfriend in public. I mean, did you see the way she looked at us Britt? She was acting like we were some disease her children could catch, like we were some foul mould on the bottom of her ugly shoe. It fucking hurts Brittany, and I'm so done with it all."
Brittany waited for Santana to say something else but she didn't. They sat quietly together, the only sound that could be heard was the rasping of Santana's heavy breathing and the distant hum of the traffic on the highway.
"I know it hurts sweetie," Brittany finally said, "it hurts me too, but there's nothing we can do about it. People are going to have their opinions of us; no matter how ill-conceived they are we can't change them. People are going to be people whether we like it or not, the only thing we can really do is ignore them. And you know what gets me through it all?"
"What?" Santana whispered.
"You," Brittany admitted, "you pull me through. Whenever I feel like total crap I remember all the things I should be grateful for, and I'm thankful most of all for you. Knowing that no matter what everyone else says; you will always be mine. They can't touch us, no matter how hard they try. You pull me through Santana. Loving you is all I need to do in my life. I don't need their acceptance - I just need to love you...what?" Brittany giggled.
"How did you get so perfect?" Santana said her voice saturated with adoration. Brittany always knew exactly what to say, exactly how to cheer her up. Brittany was her reminder for every reason why she put up with everyone's crap, every reason why she loved to live.
"Says you," Brittany blushed, "you look so hot when you're pissed." The blonde unbuckled her belt and hopped out of the car, Santana did the same.
Brittany came over to Santana's side and offered her pinky to Santana, "You pull me through." She reminded Santana.
"So do you." Santana smiled and linked their pinkies together, dropping their hands to their side as they walked towards their room, pinkies still interlocked.
The whole back story with Shannon and McKinley will be coming up soon for those who are interested in it.
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