Author's Note: Seeing as the general consensus was for me to carry this on, here's chapter 2! Hope you like it and as bad as this sounds: please review because I LOVE hearing what you think ~ KennyEchelon
Santana retrieved her helmet from the ground while Brittany pulled her clothes back on hurriedly. Shoving her keys into her pocket to join her knife, she led Britt down the alleyway to the front of the bar. They slipped into the backseat of the cab and Brittany spoke to the driver. "103rd Street, near the Lewis Avenue turnoff please."
The taxi driver nodded and gave a grunt before pulling away from the sidewalk.
Sat in the back of the cab, Santana fully realized how intoxicated she was. "Hey Brittany, guess what?" she whispered. "What?" Britt replied. "I'm drunk" Santana giggled.
"Yes, yes you are."
"And you're sexy."
"So are you."
Santana leaned over and kissed her, and Brittany reciprocated, deepening the kiss. Santana moved her helmet from between them and Britt shifted closer, as far as her seatbelt would allow. She may not be the most safety conscious person but she'd seen enough animals injured in accidents to know that cars are dangerous.
Their lips met again, their kisses growing more and more heated. Brittany caught San's lower lip between her teeth and took her sharp intake of breath as an opportunity to slip her tongue into her mouth. They made out furiously until Britt pulled away.
"I think the driver's watching us" she whispered, her eyes flickering to the rearview mirror.
"Let him" Santana breathed and went back to kissing her, flashing her middle finger at the driver before Brittany stopped her by holding her hand.
After a while, they stopped in front of a two-storey brick townhouse and Brittany said: "This is us."
They got out the taxi and Britt handed him a few notes to pay the fare. "Having mostly male customers definitely doesn't hurt my tips" she winked. "You got that out of tips?" Santana slurred.
"Never underestimate the power of a shirt two sizes too small."
"Oh trust me, I wasn't"
San giggled tipsily. Brittany guided her up the steps to the front door as the cab drove off. Santana yelled a loud goodbye then whispered "fucking pervert" under her breath. Britt shushed her, not wanting to wake her neighbours. When she was still making a noise, Brittany said: "Be quiet, my neighbours are asleep."
"Make me" San said defiantly and she quickly kissed her to shut her up.
While Britt unlocked the door, Santana noticed her key-ring was a tiny unicorn plush. She drunkenly dismissed her thought of: "Oh my god, what am I getting into?" She wasn't ready to have a girly girl on her arm just yet. Besides, she didn't know if she was getting into anything anyway.
Brittany pushed the door open with a faint creak and Santana stumbled in after her. Britt dumped her keys on the shelf by the door after locking it back up. Then they tiptoed upstairs to her room.
Both girls stripped down to their underwear to go to bed. Brittany took the opportunity to admire her memorial tattoo a bit more before getting under the covers. Santana crawled in after her, lying on top of her in the small single bed. It wasn't long before San passed out and Britt succumbed to tiredness.
They woke up to sunlight streaming through the thin curtains. The brightness made Santana's eyes water and she groaned, rolling off the girl underneath her. As she hit the floor, she noticed her head spinning. Brittany sat up to look at her, rubbing her eyes sleepily. "Feeling a bit rough?"she asked.
Santana just moaned, sitting up.
"Wait here, I'll get you a coffee" Britt instructed and she got out of bed, tousling her hair. She pulled on her robe and left to go to the kitchen. Santana was left to look around the room while semi-awake.
She saw a photo of Brittany and a fat tabby cat on the nightstand, next to one of those burger phones from Juno. Santana thought about her boring phone and felt a tiny bit jealous. There were photos of miscellaneous people on her notice-board, along with her college timetable and other documents. On her desk were her laptop and folders, next to a couple of empty Dots packets and a large pile of zoo tickets.
She sat down on Brittany's bed lost in thought. The room was too... domestic, emotional attachments everywhere. She wasn't used to it. For her, it was usually a quick fuck in a motel room, or a club bathroom or on a crappy couch somewhere. Not waking up in some girl's bed wrapped in her arms. Maybe it was just the hangover that made her so moody but this wasn't like her.
Brittany returning with two steaming mugs of Joe broke her train of thought. Santana gulped back her coffee thirstily after cooling it, desperate for a caffeine high. "Feel better?" Britt asked.
"A bit, still need to wake up properly though."
"How about I get you in the shower? I could even join you if you like?"
Santana made eye contact with Brittany. Even with her make up slightly smudged around her eyes from not removing it last night, she looked beautiful.
"Well, since you asked nicely..." Santana smiled.
Brittany checked that the coast was clear before dragging Santana into the hallway in just her underwear, quickly ducking into the bathroom next door. She locked the door behind them, and dropped her robe on the floor. Britt turned on the shower and altered the temperature. "One of my housemates has the heat on maximum. I swear he was a thermophilic microbe in a different life or something."
Santana was surprised by the smart-talk, not because she didn't understand it, but because she hadn't heard it in a while. Not many people she knew had enough brain cells to even comprehend simple math. It was a pleasant surprise.
She would never admit it, but long words totally turned Santana on.
The fact that the source of long words was now stripping her underwear off turned her on even more.
Santana expertly unhooked her own bra with a quick twist of the wrist. Brittany watched her, taking in every inch of the perfectly formed breasts in front of her. San smirked. Britt entered the shower cubicle and once Santana had removed her boxer briefs, she followed.
The water rained down on them, and San felt herself relax. The tension in her head lessened as she let the warmth wash over her. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back, sighing. Brittany watched the water slowly trickle down her curves, around the crease of her breast and along the branches of her tattoo. Then she started to kiss the exposed skin of her neck, applying enough pressure to get revenge for her own love-bite.
Britt turned Santana around and started to lather shampoo into her hair. Her hands wandered downward, tracing her ribs and hipbones gently. With both hands on her ass, she realized that San had another tattoo; a decorative cross at the base of her spine. Her hands wandered back up to her hipbones and turned San to face her before sinking to her knees.
Kissing her inner thighs, she teased Santana before moving upwards. She sucked on her labia softly, rubbing against her clit with her bottom lip. San moaned; the sound echoing off the cubicle walls. Her hands buried themselves into Brittany's hair and pulled her closer. Britt's lips moved faster and started using her tongue until Santana reached orgasm.
Brittany stood back up, wiped her mouth and left the shower.
Santana finished rinsing the shampoo out of her hair then turned the water off. Leaving the cubicle, she wrapped herself in the towel Brittany handed to her. When they were both dry, they returned to Britt's room. San's eyes fell on the noticeboard again and something didn't seem right.
"If you're smart enough to know what a thermophilic microbe is, how come you go to a community college and had to repeat a year?"
Brittany looked at her.
"My brain doesn't work in the same way as normal people. My mom had me tested and they said nothing was wrong but I'm kind of a savant for animals and living creatures et cetera."
Santana just blinked.
"The stuff in the exams at high school wasn't what I was good at. They never had tests on veterinary science or whatever so they all thought I was stupid. I re-did senior year and brought my grades up but they still weren't the best. Only community colleges would take me. Thank god LaGuardia has a good vet programme."
"So you're studying to be a vet?"
"Yeah"
Santana quickly stopped herself from asking any more questions, despite having so many still begging to be asked. She was getting too personal, too quickly. It scared her. Rattled, she got dressed and gathered the few things she had.
"Anyway, I've gotta go. Thanks for the coffee" she said quickly.
Tucking her helmet under her arm, she left, bumping into a tall-ish blonde guy on the way out who San assumed was the microbe guy. She walked to the nearest bus stop and waited for the right one to take her back to Rod's bar.
After nearly an hour and several cautious glances directed at her, the bus arrived so she boarded and bought her ticket. Sitting towards the back, she put her helmet on the seat next to her so no-one would think of sitting next to her. Not that it was even likely for anyone to approach her. She stared out of the window, lost in thought as they passed rows and rows of tall brick buildings.
Santana didn't know what was happening, or how she was doing it, but Brittany was definitely changing her.
She arrived at her stop, walked the extra five minutes to the bar and found her bike still standing around the back. She had a cigarette before starting the engine then drove off to her apartment. San parked outside her tower block and climbed the multiple flights of stairs to her floor. The elevator hadn't been functional for at least a year and the whole place was in a state of disrepair. She couldn't complain too much though.
"Typical, why can't they fix the damn elevator?" she panted after the fourth floor "This is what I get for dropping out of college isn't it? Is it too much to ask for an affordable apartment that's decent?"
Santana eventually reached the seventh floor and unlocked the door to Apartment Four. Sighing, she dumped her helmet on the nearest armchair and collapsed onto the couch. Her head still pounded from her hangover and the sunlight seeping into the room through the blinds made her eyes sting.
Not caring that it was past 1 o clock in the afternoon and still wearing the clothes from last night, she pulled her boots off and curled up on the couch, flicking on the TV to see the same old Friends re-runs. Figuring there was nothing better on; San lay there until she felt capable of functioning like a normal human.
She dragged herself up and got changed before making a cup of coffee. That's when she realized...
"Fuck, I didn't get her number."