Lord Tubbington stood in the middle of a pile of Oreo crumbs. Tail wagging back and forth as he licked his feline chops.
"Not again." Brittany said to herself as she grabbed the torn open bag of Oreos off the floor. "I told you to save some for me."
She threw the bag away and began sweeping up the crumbs as Tubbington waddled out of her bedroom slowly. Starting tomorrow she planned to put him back on a diet. Nothing but cheese and chicken from now on. Brittany took a moment to admire her reflection in the mirror. Eyes drawn to a photo nestled in the border of the mirror's frame. A picture from her first year of high school after her and Santana first met. They were on a beach somewhere.
"Where was that?" A familiar voice asked from behind her.
Brittany turned to see Santana standing in her doorway. "Fairport Harbor, I think."
She'd been so busy working it had been hard to spend time with her. I think deep down she was afraid of taking things past where they had left them at the end of the school year. Was it enough for them to know that they loved each other more than they loved anyone else?
"I wanted to see you."
"Me too." Brittany closed the gap. Wrapping her arms around Santana's shoulders and drawing her into a hug. It was nice to feel Santana's body against hers. It had been so long since they had done anything remotely sexual. Reminiscing about being with her was never as good as the real thing.
"I need to ask you something," Santana loosened their embrace but kept her arms on Brittany's back, "I want you to come with me somewhere."
"Where?"
"I'm going to Cleavland with Kurt and Blaine."
Brittany looked a little confused. "Why?"
Santana shrugged, "Just thought it would be fun." In truth she saw what Kurt and Blaine had. And as close as her and Brittany might be she wasn't sure if they'd ever get to that place. She needed time to figure it out but she didn't want to do it alone.
"Ok." Brittany smiled.
"Yeah?"
Brittany nodded, her gaze distracted by the thick full lips on the girl in front of her. Santana seemed to be having the same problem.
Santana struggled to speak, "I should . . I . . ."
"Stay." Brittany whispered, leaning in for a kiss. She let her lips barely touch Santana's.
Santana gave in and engulfed the blond in her grasp. Slowly opening and closing her lips to Brit's. Panting as their tongues darted into each others mouths. The kiss became more vigorous and Santana felt the back of her knees hit the edge of Brittany's bed. She broke the kiss leaning her forehead against Brittany's.
"I'll stay, I just . . . " Santana hesitated, "umm . . . we . . . just haven't spent a night together in awhile." She couldn't believe the words as they came out of her mouth. Santana couldn't remember a time when she had refused sex. Not that this was a refusal. Ever since she had divulged her real feelings the vibes between her and Brittany were different.
Brittany pulled away from Santana and smiled. "I just want you to be here. We can cuddle and watch Sweet Valley High or something." She leaned in for a quick peck before walking toward the bathroom. "I'm gonna get ready for bed, you can change into a pair of PJ's if you want to."
Brittany left the bathroom door open as she began to brush her teeth. Santana disrobed and grabbed a pair of pj shorts and a plain black T-shirt out of the bottom drawer of Brit's dresser. As she changed into her night time garb she admired Brittany's body. The way the rim of her ass barely poked out from the bottom of her pj bottoms as she leaned over the sink. Santana moved to the DVD player and grabbed the Sweet Valley High DVD set next to it. It was all she could do to keep the overwhelming thought of running her tongue along the tight skin of Brittany's ass, from making her head explode.
"Hey Brit, I'm gonna go get some water." Santana felt her mouth get insanely dry all of a sudden and exited the room. She wasn't sure a glass of ice cold water would be enough to quench what she was really thirsty for.
Brittany was the big spoon this time. Usually it was the other way around but Santana was feeling particularly vulnerable tonight. Brit's body cupped her like a glove. She was the only person who made her feel completely safe. Her arms cradling Santana's stomach as she lay against her on the bed. Santana ran her hand lightly over Brit's arm as they watched TV in silence, her head cradled on the left side of Brittany's neck. Every now and then she could feel Brittany plant a kiss on the top of her head.
Santana's eyelids were heavy and she felt herself teetering on the brink of consciousness. Three hours of Sweet Valley goodness had finally set in. The room became unfocused and shaky.
Her eyes closed and opened.
The room was even fuzzier now.
She felt herself slipping into a dream. Secure within Brittany's arms it was as soothing as slipping into a warm bubble bath.
Her eyes closed and opened.
And . . . . now she was outside?
No longer in Brittany's room. She found herself outside, standing in the street of a suburban neighborhood. It reminded her a lot of the neighborhood in Edward Scissor Hands. Every pastel covered house had a distinct art deco style to them. Upon looking down at her clothes she discovered she was now wearing a '50s style sock hop dress. Any second now she thought she'd be transported to some dream-scape band stand where she'd be doing the twist next to Buddy Holly. This was not the case. The only sure thing about this dream was that things were deathly quiet, which was creepy.
Kinda of like the random crazy-haired man in suspenders standing in the front lawn of a house to Santana's right. His back was turned to her and he was finishing up the trimmings on a line of three hedge figures shaped in the form of people. They were all shaped in the form of the three hottest male Glee members, Puck, Finn, and Mike. Upon further examination Santana realized that the clippers the mysterious figure was using were in fact scissor hands.
What the -?
The figure turned in surprise causing Santana to jump back as the scissor hands passed just in front of her face. Instead of a cut-up emo Johnny Depp she was faced with Kurt . . . dressed like Edward Scissor hands.
"Oh hi, Santana."
This was getting a little too weird for Santana. The row of Glee-men shaped shrub people turned to look at her and smiled.
"You should really consider cutting it out." Kurt said.
"What?" Santana was confused by Kurt's dream declaration.
Kurt turned toward her and snipped at the air in front of Santana's face with his scissor paws. "Cut it."
Giggling echoed behind her.
Santana turned around quickly to see a flash of blonde hair disappear around the corner of the Blue house behind her. "Hello?"
Santana turned back to the lawn of the house but the hedge people and Kurt were gone. She walked over to where the image of a blonde woman had disappeared, following the continuous echo of giggling. She followed the pathway along the side of the house. The giggles became frequent but it was impossible to determine the direction. She continued to the end of the pathway. It opened up into a backyard. Actually it was more like a field. Square in the middle was a hedge maze. Santana hesitated a moment until another flash of blonde hair flashed in the corner of her eye.
"Brittany!" Santana called out as she ventured deeper into the hedge maze turning corners without direction. after ahwile she was completely turned around, hitting yet another dead end. The grassy walls were thick tangles of silky green leaves. With the density of an extremely uncomfotable mattress.
Hands came out of nowhere and wrapped around her waist from behind with a force that pushed her against the hedge wall. The leaves were surprisingly smooth so it wasn't uncomfortable. "There you are." Santana whispered as she put her hands over the ones forcefully massaging her waist. The firm motion of those hands made her wet instantly.
Then the lips started in on her neck. Wet hot tongue dragging along her goosebumped flesh and lightly nibbling on it before sweeping through with silky lips.
Santana swooned against the wall of the hedge maze.
The hands on her hips moved underneath her shirt as the lips against her neck continued their caress. Both hands reached her breasts at the same time. Luckily her dream self had been smart enough not to wear a bra. As soon as the hands made contact with her store bought fun bags they clamped down hard onto her nipples. Santana shivered at the sensation as determined fingers rolled her nipples in their grasp.
The curious hands groping her slowly made their way under Santana's waist band. One hand lingered on Santana's stomach as the other dipped into her sex. The fingers lightly massaged the area around Santana's clit. She thought she was going to have an orgasm just from that. Her entire lower body was shaking from the sensation and her hands dug into the wall of the hedge maze.
"Brit that feels so fucking good."
"Brit?" The voice behind her asked.
Santana's eyes opened wide and she turned around forcing the body behind her back a few inches. "Quinn!"
Quinn Fabray. Smokey eyed and similarly dressed, she stood only inches away from Santana. Her eyes engulfed by an erotic trance, hair down and flowing over her shoulders. She smiled a devious smile and leaned in for a kiss. A kiss Santana was more than happy to return. It was only a dream right? Despite the falseness of the situation Santana was enjoying this. She finally pulled out of the kiss and just stared at dream Quinn in shock. More surprised by the fact that she was dreaming of Quinn right now and not Brittany.
Dream Quinn leaned in on the right side of Santana's head. Her lips lingering just over Santana's right ear. "Tanny, how about you and me have some fun?"
*I will try to update every week, but sometimes I get writer ADD so I'm just going to apologize in advance. This story takes place the Summer after Season 2 and primarily focuses on Brittany and Santana's relationship. Feedback is greatly appreciated, especially since this is my first story.*