Hey guys! Okay so I'm back with an update and I must say it's longer than previous chapters just because I appreciate that I have been writing short chapters since the beginning. If I have time, I'll stick to this word count and hopefully I can still deliver regular updates. This month is going to be a busy month and I'm just trying to juggle everything!haha..
Anyway, back to the story, I decided to fast forward a little bit around a month or so after getting back from Lima so you know things aren't depressing and also, it's probably the typical way of Santana coping but better... There's a lot of insight in her mind, it's actually the first time I've mentioned what she's studying at college etc...There's a lot of interaction between Santana and the people around her! SO ENJOY and hopefully you'll review or comment! I would really appreciate it :)!
She groaned pulling her pillow over her head to cover her ears, her eyes tight shut as she battled the war usually known as Monday morning. Monday morning is her nemesis, her Achilles heel. She fucking hates waking up in the morning after two days of blissful existence doing nothing, mostly lounging around their apartment with a certain blue eyed blonde in nothing but their underwear and sometimes just nothing on. She thinks it's a joke to give a person two days to think they can be as carefree and relaxed as they can be and then Monday comes barging in through the front door like it fucking owns the place and tells her she needs to face the rest of the freaking world.
And now, it's nearing the end of the semester, she hates it even more. Monday means the start of a week full of writing papers, going to intensely, mind numbingly boring class and sitting for hours in the library which she thinks smells like old rotting wood mixed with everyone else's —including hers— desperation.
Another alarm, another groan.
"Fuck." She mutters under the pillow covering her face. She really can't be bothered getting up and leaving her bed, especially not when a hot blonde chick is sleeping next to her. She outstretches her right arm to feel the space beside her only to find it empty and cold. Damn, where is Brittany.
She breathes heavily one last time before pulling the pillow away from her head as she opened her eyes and scanned the room. She's all alone but she can certainly smell the beginnings of a fry up coming from the kitchen and it made her stomach growl. Fucking sucker for bacon, that's what she is.
She glanced at the clock resting on the bedside table, 7 am. Two hours before her first class. At least that's two more hours of spending time with her girlfriend, which kind of makes things better.
She slowly moves her way off the bed, mentally preparing herself about leaving the warmth under the duvet. She walks around the room, picking up a loose hoodie on the floor to cover her naked torso, she's learnt from the past. If you want an edible breakfast by Ms Pierce, full clothing is essential.
She saunters to the kitchen, subconsciously following the smell of food like a freaking stray dog that hasn't eaten in a week. Her eyes land to the tall legged blonde, who is busy manning the hob, her headphones blasting in her ears as she wiggles her backside to the rhythm. Santana smiles at how goofy and adorable her woman is and then she remembers why she can't help but wake up early on Mondays.
She can't bring herself to go near the blonde and stop her from dancing goofily whilst cooking because she adores this view. She loves their domesticity and the way Brittany makes it exciting, entertaining and lovable. So she just takes a seat around the little kitchen nook and pours herself a cup of coffee whilst enjoying the view.
After a couple minutes, the blond finally turns around, sensing someone was watching her closely. She gives Santana a wide smile as she turns her iPod off and takes her slides her headphones so now they're resting on her neck.
"Hey Sleepyhead, stare much?" she teases, raising an eyebrow at the brunette.
She walks over to the table and sets the plates down. Bacon, sausages, scrambled eggs, hash browns, baked beans and toast. As much as Santana was raking in the sight of food in front of her, the other sight clad in short shorts and an undersized t-shirt is much more enticing.
Her stomach apparently disagrees.
"Sorry, babe, I just didn't want to ruin your flow." She answers, after taking a sip from her mug.
"You mean you didn't want to ruin your flow." Brittany takes a seat beside her and then gives her a peck on the lips, "Morning…" she smiles, her bright blue eyes so full of life.
"So far it's been a good morning…" Santana says when they pull away from each other, "thanks for breakfast, Britt."
"I know how much you hate Monday mornings so I thought bacon would make it better for you." The dancer replies as she starts piling Santana's plate with food.
"You make it better for me." The brunette says, earning a light chuckle from her girlfriend.
"My my, my girlfriend is such a dork."
"I'm your dork baby." Santana hums, earning her another peck on the lips.
/
She leaves their apartment with a Cheshire cat grin plastered all over her face and a bounce with every step she takes. She's convinced she looks like a fucking lunatic but right now, she doesn't really care. Let's just say her breakfast was followed by a nice little dessert involving her naked girlfriend pressed up against the tiles in the shower stall. It was a great way to start her day. Her drive to campus consisted of day-dreaming about long creamy legs wrapped around her waist and dextrous hands roaming her body, kneading her breasts intently. She almost beats a red light and slightly curses herself for being so distracted before then continuing to reminisce her morning.
Arriving in class, she spots an empty seat beside her course mates Tina and Kurt. She waves at them and makes her way to the seat.
"Hey guys, how's it going?" she chirped as she sat down and started taking out some notes and books from her bag.
Two pairs of eyes stare at her like she's on crack or something or like she has shit on her face.
"Are you guys mute or what?" she asks, confused by their lack of answers and weird staring.
"Santana Lopez, did you wake up on the right side of the bed?" Kurt asks. Usually the brunette is always in bitch mode for this class.
"You're funny Hummel. What? Can't a girl be happy on a Monday morning?" she enquires.
"A girl can," this time it was Tina who spoke, "but you're Santana Lopez."
Kurt and Tina share a giggle while Santana playfully rolled her eyes at her friends.
"I had a good morning alright. Shoot me if that's a crime." She explains, not really wanting to release details.
"You had shower sex, that's why you have that ridiculous smile plastered all over your pretty face." Kurt teases, making her eyes shoot wide open.
"How did—what the fuck Hummel? You have cameras all over my apartment or what? That's fucking creepy dude." She exclaims, keeping her voice as quiet as possible as the room quickly fills up.
"We know what a "sex face" looks like Lopez." Tina gushes out, giving her a "you're busted" smile.
She smirks and shrugs, "At least I get some."
/
An hour into International Private Law, she feels like stabbing her ears with her pen. She hates her professor and it's a shame because this course is actually really interesting but the guy looks like he's about to keel over and head straight to a nursing home. She thinks he's even older than actual building they're in.
She tries to keep her brain working by writing down any information spilling out of this oldie's mouth. Whether or not her rambled notes will make sense is a question answered during exam week. To say Pre-Law is demanding would be an understatement especially now she's in her last year at UCLA, she needs to start applying for Law School which is so fucking stressful and not to mention expensive. Her parents, well her father and Rosita, insisted they pay for Law School too and even though she argued against it because God knows she's still not okay with both of them, she woke up one morning gawking at how many extra zeros her bank balance gained. She called them to argue even more, she knew Brittany was shaking her head behind her, but they didn't want the money back. They like locked it onto her account or something sneaky like that. Of course, they would be sneaky.
She doesn't want to be an ungrateful bitch and all but Santana Lopez holds grudges, although really, deep in her heart of hearts which only the blue eyed blonde has access to, she's thankful for the help. But obviously, she won't be starting singing songs about it soon. Anyway, she has to get past undergrad school before any plans of moving to New Haven can be made.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a quiet buzz from her pocket. She pulled out her phone to see the message.
This morning was awesome. I can't wait to see you at home and hear about the new laws you've learnt. Love you geek.
She grins at her phone. Weirdly enough, Brittany seems to be really fascinated by things to do with Law. She makes Santana explain all the different jurisdictions and what not and without a fail, it always ends up with the blonde straddling her on the couch and giving her a good lesson back.
Well, if it ends like it usually does, I'll recite all of the things I've learnt this semester. Love you baby.
If a normal person can see their conversation they would probably gag in disgust at how fucking adorable they are. Santana doesn't really care.
Especially if you do it in your black lacy lingerie.
She almost chokes on her own saliva at the sight of the next text. There is familiar feeling forming in the pit of her stomach; shooting between her legs.
Well what are you going to wear?
She feels like a hormonal teenage for starting to sext her girlfriend in the middle of class but hey, this guy is as interesting as a blank piece of paper and she was not about to pass on at this opportunity.
You can find out when you get home…
Santana rolls her eyes because it's typical Britt to do more teasing than pleasing when they sext. It's not actually like that in real life. Britt never fails to please and good Lord, why does she still have to endure another six painful hour at campus when she can be at home doing unthinkable things to her girlfriend and fuck, maybe she should stop thinking about it.
I kind of hate you right now, Tease.
Less than 10 seconds later, a reply comes through.
Your words aren't probably the only thing you're going to eat later… or actually, I might do the eating.
She mentally calms herself down after reading the text because how can Brittany look so innocent and be so mischievous when she wants to be. This girl is her Kryptonite.
Just before she could type out a reply, the whole class started clapping at the lecture because apparently it was the last one of the semester—about time for this man to retire— so she puts her phone back in her pocket and joins in with the applause, for the wrong reasons but no one has to know.
/
At lunch, Quinn drove by her campus to pick her up so they could go somewhere decent and catch up. It's been a week since she last saw her best friend and that didn't even really count because when Berry is present, they never get the chance to really talk because her best friend's girl yaps enough for everyone in the world.
She's actually glad that Quinn decided to have lunch because she misses alone time with the hazel eyed woman. Their minds work similarly, hence both of them pursuing a career in Law, and it's just nice to talk to someone who understands. It's not like Brittany doesn't understand but the thing is, her blue eyed blonde is the kindest soul in existence and she simply can't hold a grudge, unlike Santana who has a PhD in that topic. She appreciates that Brittany doesn't like falling out with people which is why she's been convincing the brunette to talk to her parents again and just understand their point of view. Brittany is level headed.
Quinn on the other hand knows how it feels like to be failed by your own parents, which is why Santana also appreciates her best friend's opinions. Talking to Quinn feels like she's talking to herself without feeling like she's a mental case. It's still different when you're hearing the words come out of another person's mouth.
This is why she almost choked on her food when she heard the words tumble out of the hazel eyed woman's mouth.
"I'm serious S; I think you should make amends with them." Quinn repeats after she saw the incredulous look on her best friend's face.
"I heard you the first time Fabgay…" she answers with slight annoyance, "Why the sudden change of heart? Last week you and I were pretty much on the same page and just because they gave me money for Law School doesn't mean I'm back to being their mija."
Quinn's eyes widened in surprise, "Holy shit, they gave you money for Law School?"
"You didn't know?" Santana was sure she'd told Quinn.
"Do I look like I knew smarty pants?" Quinn glared at her, "Now you definitely have to make amends. Look S, I understand you feel betrayed, cheated and angry…"
"Damn right I do." She angrily takes a mouthful of pasta.
"But look, your parents seem to be really apologetic. We both know Rosita loves you like her own blood San. And your dad, he took a while but now he's saying sorry. At least they're acknowledging their mistakes. That's the difference between you and I; my parents don't even send me a birthday card and here you are already sorted for Law School. I'm not saying forgive them because they gave you money, I'm saying they really love you, S." she explained and it just fucking annoyed me that she has a point.
Now her girlfriend and best friend are on the same page and she bets my limbs Rachel is too. Fuck, can't a girl just have someone to agree with her? She guesses not because they are not Santana Lopez. They're not as angry and fucking guarded as she is.
"Look Q, I appreciate your opinion and damn you and Britt must be spending a lot of time together because that's exactly what she told me. I'm trying not to be angry. It's just going to take some time." She calmly replied. She can be rational too, when she wants to be.
"Of course S, I know you. You're stubborn but I know eventually you'd figure it out. I'm just telling you what I think." She takes a drink from her glass, "Btw, we're going to Vegas this weekend so pack your bags, it's going to be awesome!"
She gave her a sceptical look, "What makes you think we're going to join you and your gnome?"
She smacked the tanned arm playfully. "Because your woman already agreed to it and we all know how whipped you are."
"Coming from the same woman who wore a matching reindeer knitted cardigan for Christmas." she shoots back, two can play this game.
"Not my fault I actually like to please my girlfriend." She argued.
"Well I guess you have to make up for the things you can't please her in." she replied and chortled at her own joke.
"Fuck you, Lespez." Quinn feigned annoyance as she returned her attention back to her food.
"Lucy Quinn Fabgay, the "Comeback Queen"." Santana was on a roll.
Quinn really can't be annoyed at her friend because she's just glad Santana isn't sulking around her apartment. The brown eyed woman is actually laughing and Quinn's glad about that.
"I'll let you slide this time, Pillow Queen. But Vegas it is this weekend."
Santana almost chocked at the mention of "Pillow Queen". She really should tell Britt not to talk about single every detail of their sex life especially to Rachel.
/
The rest of the afternoon was vaguely interesting. She had two tutorials and another two lectures none of which really made her jump up and down. Sometimes she wonders why she even took Pre-Law. The number of times she complains about it is even starting to annoy her. But then she thinks it's probably the best degree for her. She's a wimp when it comes to blood and nasty injuries which is why Medicine was so not on her list. Her maths and physics skills were decent but she'd be damned if someone saw her rocking up in a protective head gear or lab glasses and safety boots. She really has no patience to be a teacher so that was out of the window. She's good at arguments, standing her ground and justice. She likes the sophistication of being in a suit, sitting in an office overlooking the city etc. So really, Law seemed perfect on paper.
It was only recently that she figured out why she really wanted to be a lawyer. Marco. She looked up to him when they were younger, he was her role model and when Marco left Lima to go to Columbia as an undergrad, she made a mental note to herself, she wants to be just like him. Of course he was so much more passionate about it than Santana is now, but after his death, she promised herself that even if she can be half as good as him, that will make her happy.
So yeah, she's going to do her best to fulfil that dream.
/
"Britt, I'm home!" She shouts as soon as she steps into their apartment.
She drops her bag on the floor and tossed her keys on the hallway console table before ridding herself of the light jacket and placing it on the coat rack. She didn't get an answer so she figured the blonde must be out for a run or maybe she was practicing at the studio.
She made her way to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water from the fridge before making herself comfortable on the couch. She's kind of disappointed her girlfriend isn't back yet since she's been thinking about her all day. Like non-stop. Even during her lunch date with Quinn, she sent Brittany an explicit text and she's been looking forward to going home since she left this morning. But alas, Santana doesn't want to come across clingy and perhaps her girlfriend actually has some important things to deal with. So she'll watch TV and wait.
A few minutes into her favourite reality TV show, her phone buzzes in her pocket so she whips it out figuring it must be from Brittany and she's right.
Hey baby, sorry I got held up at the studio. I'll be home as soon as possible! Love you x
She smiles and taps out a reply.
It's okay babe though I must admit I was really looking forward to coming home to see you x
Less than a minute later another text comes through.
Well if you want to see me now, you can pop by the studio? I actually forgot my iPod in the bedroom and we need it because the playlist I choreographed is in it x
She shakes her head. Oh Brittany, always the forgetful soul.
You know I can't say no to you right? Okay, I'll go grab it and be there in 10 x
She sets her phone on the table and walks to their bedroom. She figured she could just wait until the dancer is finished in the studio so they can go home together. It's not like she's totally whipped or anything. Oh who is she kidding; she's fucking whipped and leashed.
She swings the bedroom door open and almost has a mother freaking heart attack.
"Hey San…" the blonde greets seductively.
Brittany has been in their apartment this whole time! And now Santana is staring at the unbelievably striking sight in front of her clad in a tight button-up shirt with the top three buttons purposely left undone to reveal mouth watering cleavage covered by a new pair of what seems like black and white lace lingerie. She had knee high black tights and her favourite black Louboutin heels. A loose tie is hanging around her neck and her blonde wavy hair is cascading down her shoulders; hot damn.
Santana gulped several times whilst blinking to make sure she wasn't hallucinating or something like. Is she sure that bottle of water wasn't actually spiked because wow, she was totally not expecting this surprise and Brittany is such a sneaky little sexy thing.
"Damn, Britt…" she lets her eyes roam the long legged blonde sitting at the foot of the bed, legs crossed sophisticatedly… "Just wow."
Brittany lets out a light laugh at her girlfriend's reaction. Santana is so easy to read. "Like what you see?" she asks an obvious rhetorical question.
The ogling mess that is Santana Lopez nods profusely instead of actually saying words like a simple yes. She seems to have lost her cognitive functions somewhere between the door and the spot where she remained planted on her feet.
"You need to learn how to speak and move, San." Brittany jokes because she really thinks it's funny that her girlfriend has been reduced to a mute mess. It's like she's forgotten how underhanded Brittany can be when she wants to.
Figuring that Santana needs some help in the 'moving' department, she abandons her place on the bed and walks towards the brunette. She stops just inches away from the brown eyed woman as she takes in Santana's beauty. It's endearing to see her so enamoured by Brittany's little surprise. She let hands rest on the shorter woman's waist as she pulls her closer until she could feel Santana's heart pounding against her chest.
She smiles, "Hey."
Santana bites her lip tentatively and smiles back, "Hi."
No other words need to be said as Brittany closes the gap that's been separating their lips apart. The kiss is far from rushed. It was slow yet fiery; Brittany swipes her tongue against Santana's bottom lip and the brunette grants her permission. Their tongues danced in a slow sweet rhythm; each stroke was deliberate yet effortless. They've been doing this for a long time but this dance never fails to send shivers down their spine. It's an electrifying connection that Santana and Brittany will never get enough of.
Santana wraps her arms around the blonde's neck, pulling her closer so she can deepen the kiss. She kisses Brittany like they haven't kissed this morning, like they've been apart for a lifetime and she's trying to make up for it. She will never get enough of that sweet honey taste and the way Brittany hums into the kiss, sending vibrations down her throat.
They pull away to catch their breaths, Brittany tugged on the brunette's lower lips, sucking it gently before releasing. She smiles at Santana's dishevelled appearance, swollen lips and messy hair, her t-shirt has ridden up in the heat of their kiss.
"You're sneaky little thing." Santana pants as she tries to catch her breath and convince herself that she is not going crazy. This is legit happening.
"I thought you could use a little surprise, since I know how much you've been worked up about other things." Brittany explains, a devilish smirk still written all over her face.
"Damn right, I do." The brunette regains composure and confidence, her brain has simply caught up to the situation and she's damn well going to take full advantage of it.
Her signature smirk finds its way on her lips as she steps towards Brittany who unintentionally runs her tongue across her upper lip and once again closes the gap between them this time with more force and hunger. She unbuttons the dancer's shirt in the process, slides it down toned arms and onto the floor. She pulls the tie apart and lets it join the other item of clothing.
Santana doesn't waste time as she deepens the kiss, pulling the taller woman closer, her hands slide from Brittany's hips to her ass and just a little lower. She gently squeezes the back of her girlfriend's thighs and grips them to hoist the blonde on to her hips earning a surprised squeal from the blue eyed woman. She carries them towards the bed, never breaking the kiss, as long toned legs lock around her waist and porcelain arms do the same around her neck.
When her knees hit the foot of the bed, she lowers Brittany down gently, her palms splayed across the blonde's back. They move in unison as they scoot up the bed, nimble fingers sliding down Santana's back until they reach the hem of the t-shirt. Santana pulls away, allowing Brittany to lift her t-shirt up swiftly above her head where it landed on somewhere on the floor. She reaches behind the blonde to unclasp her bra and ceremoniously throws it across the room. They smile at each other giddily just like those times in high school when they would cut class to spend the afternoon tangled up in each other.
"You're perfect Britt…" the brunette says before she returns back down on top the blonde's lips.
Their kissing intensifies whimpers and moans coming from both of them as Santana grinds her pelvis against Brittany, earning a throaty moan from the blonde. They've done this countless times and still it never fails to turn both of them on. Something so effortless and basic and yet they both feel like they're floating on cloud nine.
Santana leaves Brittany's lips only to move her kisses lower; on the underside of her jaw, making Brittany tilts her head to the side to give her girlfriend more access as the plump lips moves down her neck, trailing wet kisses and occasionally leaving a mark which she fucking loves. The nipping pain only intensifies the burning knot in the pit of her stomach.
The brunette kisses the porcelain skin delicately, enjoying the vanilla tinge that is always Brittany's. She peppers kisses all the way down the valley of the dancer's breasts and then moves her way back up to a nipple to give it the attention it deserves. Her tongue swirls around it before she tenderly sucks driving Brittany to ecstasy.
The blonde's hands tangle in soft dark hair as she pushes Santana's head lightly, urging her to continue. "Hmm…San…"
Santana smiles into her girlfriend's skin as she moves onto the other nipple, repeating her pervious actions. After a while Brittany tugs on the brunette's hair, signalling her to move back up. The caramel skinned beauty obliges as she returns to kissing her girlfriend. Dexterous fingers work the clasp of Santana's bra and in a flash it joined the other items of clothing on the floor.
"You're still inappropriately dressed, baby." Brittany cooed as she pulls away, looking down at the brunette's lower half which was still clad in jeans.
Santana jumps off the bed and hastily takes of her jeans with as much grace as she can muster. She reclaims her position kneeling down between the blonde's legs as she lets her palms roam the expanse of her girlfriend's thighs.
"Happy?" she asks, raising her eyebrow knowingly.
Brittany smiles at her sweetly; sitting up, wrapping her arms around toned midriff, her fingers tracing indecipherable letters on the small of Santana's back.
"I can deal with that…" she declares before flipping them over much to Santana's surprise.
"Britt!" she exclaims, feigning annoyance at the change of position.
"Don't complain, Pillow Queen." Brittany teases as she gives her a wink.
She earns an amused expression from the brunette underneath her. "I just play fair, Ms Pierce."
Brittany laughs lightly, "Well then, let's keep playing." She replies; hooking her thumbs on Santana's boy shorts as she slides them all the way down her legs, never breaking their interlocked gazes.
The blonde kisses her way up tanned legs excruciatingly slow, earning a few impatient grunts from Santana who has never really been good at waiting. As much as Brittany wants to just delve straight to her destination, literally, seeing the brunette squirm like this is so goddamn adorable. She licks the insides of Santana's thighs, deliberately missing the spot where her girlfriend is throbbing, only to earn a few more curse words in Spanish. God, she's so sexy.
Santana is pretty much having a fit under her girlfriend's mercy. She fucking hates it when Brittany teases but at the same time she loves it so freaking much too. Damn. She's so embarrassingly ready it's not even funny and Brittany is taking her sweet ass time.
"Ready?"
It's funny how Brittany asks it like they're running a race or something and other people find it off putting but she knows how fucking ready she is. She frantically nods her head and she doesn't even care how fucking desperate she looks because it's Brittany. She's always desperate to feel her, to touch her, to share everything with her. So when the blonde disappears between her legs and she feels the velvety friction where she really needs it, as smile creeps on her face because this is why she loves Mondays (and every single day with Brittany).
Please don't shoot me! I know I could have written a lot more but you know...haha.
Anyway, let me know what you think!