A/N: It's great to see all the follows and favorites already! As noted, this is my first fic so please feel free to give me feedback on what seems to be working and what doesn't. Thanks!
Anon69: Thanks for the note! I was also thinking it was a bit short but wanted to get it out there to see what kind of response I'd get. I'll work on bulking things up a bit going forward.
Walking back to her dorm to take some down time after a grueling mechanics test, Brittany saw the door to her room open as a shorter blonde girl she did not recognize walked out. The woman paused, saying something Brittany didn't catch and turned in the door to face the remaining occupant of the room. As Brittany continued in her approach, Santana appeared, leaning against the door frame as the girl closed the distance between them for a lingering kiss.
Not wanting to intrude on the scene, but also expecting it to end at any moment as the girl was clearly on her way out, Brittany found herself paused in the hallway watching Santana making out with the stranger for what seemed like several minutes. Every time she thought they were about to part, they would simply take a breath and soon their lips were moving against each other again, tongues interplaying. The girl let out a low whimper and pressed against the woman in the door frame as Santana nibbled on her lower lip. Wow, Santana must be a great kisser. Whoever that is, she looks like she's really enjoying that.
However, when Brittany saw hands start to roam she found herself clearing her throat, wondering how long she'd be standing there otherwise. The pair parted with one last lingering kiss that earned a soft moan from Santana. The shorter blonde slowly stepped away, grazing her lower lip with her teeth as she gave Santana a smoldering look.
"Mmmm, can't wait to do this again" came a husky voice, and suddenly she was walking past Brittany on her way to the elevators and out of the hall. She paused for a moment to catch the taller girl's eye, giving her a cheeky smile as she glanced between her and Santana. "All yours." With that, she was gone.
When Brittany turned back to Santana, she found her gaze fixed firmly on the retreating girl's ass, a well-pleased grin on her face. Once the girl had rounded the corner, the brunette turned to Brittany and her lascivious grin was finally replaced with something a bit more apologetic
"Hey Britt, I wasn't expecting you back in the room for a couple hours. I thought your last class wasn't until 4pm on Mondays and I didn't think you normally came back between classes. Hope that wasn't a problem?" Despite her clear enjoyment of how she'd spent the time, Santana did sound sincere.
Though the Latina hadn't actually technically agreed to anything, ever since Brittany had left a copy of her schedule on her desk after they'd had their talk, she'd been pleased to find herself having to make far fewer enforced trips to the library. It wasn't perfect, but it was a definite improvement, and she appreciated the effort Santana had been making.
"It's fine. I just had a test that left my brain a little fried so I thought I'd come back and recharge a bit. Who was that?" This question earned a curious look from Santana. Brittany had never expressed particular interest in any of the girls she'd brought back to their room before. On the other hand, Brittany had rarely seen more of them then the signal on their door indicating Santana had company as it was often the only-first hand evidence she generally had of their existence at all. The roommates were on friendly terms but didn't spend much time in each other's social circles.
"Her name's Quinn. She plays short stop on my intramural softball team I was telling you about." Santana chuckled. "Turns out softball is a great way to pick up girls. If I'd known that I wouldn't have wasted all that time cheerleading in high school," she shook her head ruefully. Brittany already knew from their earlier discussions, getting to know each other when they moved in, that Santana had chosen to cheerlead in high school exactly because she was closeted and thought it would protect her from people speculating that she was a lesbian. Though she had also admitted with a trademark grin that spending her time surrounded by hot girls in short skirts certainly hadn't hurt. "We started hanging out a few weeks ago. Actually, she was planning on coming over again on Friday around this time. Is that ok?"
Brittany did not reply for a moment. The image of Santana and Quinn pressed together in the door from a few minutes earlier was suddenly painted across her brain. It was immediate and it was, she had to admit to herself, hot. And apparently it would be repeating itself in their room in a few days. That realization itself was a bit distracting. "What? I mean, yes, that's fine."
"Great, thanks." Santana moved about the room, picking up a few papers that had been knocked off her desk and putting away an errant bra that must have been discarded over the course of the afternoon. Brittany followed the movements with her eyes, unable to stop herself from speculating how exactly the papers had been knocked off, or more precisely who had pushed who against the desk in a moment of passion, to cause them to fall off in the first place.
"So how was the test?" Santana looked back at her and caught her staring, but didn't comment.
"What?" The scene she'd walked in and her follow on imaginings had wiped all thoughts of the exam from her mind. "Oh, right. Good but exhausting. I think I prepared pretty well, but it was still a slog. I think I did well though." She moved further into their room and collapsed on her bed, her tiredness catching up with her.
"Sounds rough. Tell you what - how about we go out tonight? We can get dinner or ice cream or something and celebrate that being done with."
Brittany turned her head to face Santana from where she had flopped down. The brunette was regarding her with a warm and open expression.
"Yeah. That sounds nice." Santana rewarded her reply with another smile. "Great, I'll see you back here whenever we're both done with classes and things for the day."