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Chapter 4 - Frozen

She places little kisses down the length of Santana's neck. Stopping at her pulse point and sucking on it. Driving the brunette crazy. She moans out "hold on just let me unlock the door." She doesn't let up. She makes her way back up Santana's neck to her earlobe. She grabs onto it with her lips and traces the shell of her ear with her tongue. Sending a shiver through Santana.

The door flies open and they stumble into Santana's apartment. The brunette kicks the door closed and finds herself being pushed into it. Hands roam from her hips up to her ribs and finally cupping her breasts. She is assaulted by a pair of lips smashing into her own. A tongue grazes against her bottom lip asking for access. She opens her mouth just enough to let the tongue in. Immediately their tongues start dancing together creating a steady rhythm. Not being able to take this much longer Santana pulls away from the heated kiss. "Bedroom now."

They walk the short distance to Santana's bedroom. Once there she feels hands at her sides grabbing the bottom of her shirt and pulling it up over her head. A soft hand run over her stomach moving to her side and around to her back. Being gripped around the waist the brunette is pulled into another heated kiss. She pulls on Santana's bottom lip with her teeth. Pulling away she pulls her shirt over her head. Grabbing Santana by the hand and walking over to the bed. Pushing Santana down on the bed crawling on top of her.

Santana is unable to move mesmerized by the sight in front of her. Hands come down and need Santana's breasts before slipping behind her and unclasping her bra. Santana closes her eye at the feeling. The next thing the brunette feels is a wet tongue licking at her right breast. She gasps in pleasure. There is a hand on her left breast giving it attention too. Santana places her lips to a neck kissing it up and down. She pulls away when she feels hands pulling her pants off.

She runs her hands up Santana's legs starting at the knees traveling north up her thighs. "You're hot" the women breathes out. The women leans down and places a kiss on her left knees. Then moves over and places a kiss to the right knee. Moving up she places a kiss on Santana's left inner thigh. Making her way over to the right inner thigh and kissing there too.

Santana's breathing becomes heavy and uneven. The women kisses Santana's underwear covering her heated core. Sending a shudder though the brunette's whole body. Making her way north she places a kiss to the brunette taught abs before placing a kiss to each one of the hip bones. She looks up at Santana once more before hooking her fingers around the waistband her underwear and pulling them down. The underwear are thrown across the room to accompany the other articles of clothing that have already been shed.

Now completely naked Santana throws an arm over her eyes waiting for what's gonna happen next. She feels fingers tickling up and down her legs. Those fingers then make there way to the inside of her thighs making there way to her core. Two finger glide across her core from her opening up to her clit. Santana gasps at the sensation.

She feels lips connecting with her inner thigh of her right leg again placing soft kisses there. Then moving to the left leg the women licks Santana's thigh from the knee up to just below her core. Laying there in anticipation Santana lifts her arm away from her eyes. She opens her eyes to see a blonde head dipping down towards…

Santana bolts up in bed from her sleep covered in sweat. Breathing heavy "damn Blondie what are you doing to me?" she gasps out in between breaths. Santana rolls over and looks at the clock. "4:24 shit." Groaning at the time Santana pulls back the covers and gets out of bed. Walking through the dark apartment to the kitchen. Once there she gets out a glass from the cabinet turns the kitchen faucet on and gets a glass of tap water. She sits down at the kitchen table drinking her water. Trying to get her breath to return to normal and calm herself down before heading back to bed.

Waking up the next morning Santana told herself it was just a dream. It didn't mean anything. How could it? I don't hardly know that women. She pushed the dream to the back of her mind. Hoping she would just forget about it.

However as the day wore on that didn't happen. She couldn't just forget the dream. She decided to watch tv hopeful that it would be enough of a distraction for her to forget. After 3 straight hours of The Real Housewives of New Jersey it still wasn't going away. Fed up with all of this she decided she would just go to NP's before her shift.

Walking to the bar prove to be a problem for Santana as well. She stopped in front of a building and looked in the only window on the front of the building. It is a small window. You wouldn't know there was a large room inside unless you stopped and looked in. Not knowing why she even stopped there she put her left hand on the window and leaned in towards it. Just watching.

Inside the building was Brittany dancing away. She was alone. Oblivious to the fact that anyone was watching her. The music was turned up loud. Brittany was working on new choreography totally in her own little world. The way she always gets when she is concentration on getting the routine down perfect. The expression on her face showed that.

Wow the way she dances. Just wow. So graceful. So fluid. I've never seen someone dance like this. A true talent. She makes it seems so effortless.

Brittany was going through her new routine when she saw something out of the corner of her eye. She stopped dancing and looked around to see what had caught her attention. That's when she noticed a figure watching her through the window. She couldn't make out the face of the person. She squinted to try to see the face.

Santana finally realized Brittany had stopped dancing and she was now looking in the direction of the window. Oh shit. Oh shit. She saw me. She ducked down below the window out of Brittany's sight. Santana froze there thinking of what to do next. Before she could make a decision the door of the studio opened and Brittany stuck her head out looking around.

She spotted Santana crouched down underneath the window. Her head down trying desperately to make herself invisible. Brittany chuckled at the sight of the girl crouched down on a NYC sidewalk while people walked around her.

"Hey you I thought I saw someone watching me through the window." she directed towards Santana. "Like what you saw?" Grinning at her own question.

Santana looked up with a shy smile on her face knowing she had been caught in the act. "I um- I don't know. I mean- you're a great dancer so yeah- I guess I liked it." Santana stuttered out.

Brittany smiled at the flustered girl in front of her. "So are you just going to stay hunched down in that spot all night or what? Cause from where I am standing you look pretty silly like that."

Hearing that she immediately stood up. "Uh, oh yeah." was all she could say. She didn't know what was wrong with her. She couldn't think. She couldn't move. She was frozen. Brittany said "why don't you come inside?" Pulling Santana out of her trance-like state.

Santana followed Brittany into the studio. Brittany got her a glass of water. Noticing that Santana was still sort of out of it. They sat down in a couple of seat that where placed along the back wall of the studio.

"So," Brittany began "what brings you down here? Did you just come to watch me from outside cause that's kinda creepy. Who's the stalker now?"

Santana looked at her. She didn't know why she was here or why she stopped. She then took a drink of the water before beginning. " I honestly don't know. I mean I was heading to work early because-" when she remembered the dream "I was heading to work and for some reason I saw the studio and just stopped outside. Then I saw you dancing and I couldn't leave. It's weird I know."

"I don't think its weird. You wanna know what I think?" Brittany asked looking Santana in the eyes.

Santana just looked at her for a minute before responding "Ok." Taking another drink of water.

Locking eyes with Santana. "Well I think you," Brittany pointed at Santana for emphases, "like me." Pointing back to herself. A big smile on her face. "You just have to admit it to yourself. And that's why when you were walking past you stopped. And that's why you stood outside watching me dance."

Santana broke eye contact and looked away. Could that be it? I can't seem to get this girl off my mind. Maybe she's right. Maybe I do like her. After thinking about it she turned but around towards Brittany. She was just sitting there waiting for any kind of response from the brunette. Santana looked her up and down seemingly searching for something.

Brittany spoke up hoping to get Santana to opening up a little to her. "So you said that you're working tonight?" Santana nodded yes. "Well when do you have to be there?"

"I start at 8 I have to be there a little before to set up though."

"That's almost an hour from now. What's your plan are you still gonna head over there early?" Brittany stopped momentarily. "Or you could stay here until you have to go. I don't mind at all." She looked at Santana but she didn't say anything. She just sat there frozen looking at Brittany. It was fear she thought. She was frozen in fear.

Brittany got up walking away from Santana. "I just have some paperwork to do if you don't mind. You can stay as long as you want. I'll just be back here in my office." Reaching her office and sitting down. Before she started her paperwork she looked out the door to where Santana was sitting.

I hope I didn't say anything wrong. I just told her what I thought. I was pretty sure that she liked me. I saw it the other night when I was leaving the bar. This is going to be more difficult than I thought. She is obviously more a of mystery than I thought. But I will find out the truth. It just might take more time than I thought.

Santana just sat there clutching the glass of water. Staring off into space when the sound of music brought her out of it. The music was quite. It was coming from Brittany's office. It wasn't a song that she recognized. She would describe it as a punk/alternative song. Curious she got up and made her way towards the office.

Santana was standing in the doorway leaning against the doorframe. "What's that song? I don't know it." Brittany looked up to see her standing there with a curious expression on her face.

"Oh it's Festival Song by Good Charlotte."

"I am not familiar with them."

"They're a punk band. Well there newer music is more pop but with punk roots. They're one of my favorite bands actually."

"Hmm wow I wouldn't have pegged you as a punk chick." Santana smirked at her. "You know you being a dancer and all."

"Yeah well I'm full of surprises. You'll just have to get to know me to find them all out." She said in a flirty tone.

"Hold on there. Now who said I wanted to get to know you?" Santana challenged. Brittany dropped her head slightly her face went from a playful smile to a frown.

Santana saw this not wanting this pretty girl to be frowning. "Hey look at me." Santana instructed and Brittany lifted her head back up and looked at Santana. "I would- I would like to get to know you. You are a very interesting girl from what I already know."

Brittany smiled at her suddenly feeling bashful. "Really. You sure?"

"Yes I'm sure."

"Great." Excited at the brunette's response Brittany jumped out of her chair and ran over to Santana engulfing her in a big hug. Shocked Santana just stood there. "Alright alright calm down Brittany." Santana pried herself out of the blondes embrace. "I have to get to work."

They both took a step back smiling at each other. "I should go but you should stop by the bar soon so we can get the ball rolling on this whole getting to know each other thing." Brittany couldn't do anything but smile. "Ok bye." Santana said as she turned around to leave.

Just as she reached the door Brittany spoke up. "Santana," causing her to stop "it's ok I like you too." She opened the door and left.

Wasn't sure about the beginning of this chapter. If you have an questions or comments let me know.