authors note: This chapter is split into two because reasons. Thank you so much for sharing your love for this story and being so kind.
p.s sorry for the mistakes ill fix every chapter when the story is all done!
disclaimer: I do not own Glee or it's characters.
Normally I'm woken up by the tap still dripping from last night or one of our neighbours revving their engines at ungodly hours in the morning. But since Brittany got here, nothing is normal – especially right now.
When my lids fluttered open I rubbed them until I could see clearly. I felt a weight on my right side and when I turned my head I saw Brittany's face. I don't know how she can still look beautiful in the morning when I look like I just came back from a late night sale at Macy's. I notice the sun peeking through the curtains but my room is still dark and I can barely see the door. I can't check my phone because if I move I'm afraid I'll wake her. Just because I grew up in a family of early risers doesn't mean she did. Unless she wants me to wake her up so she can go for a run in my garden again.
Her face is so close to mine and as I keep watching her, her expression changes. She moistens her lips and her breathing is coming out long and heavy. That's when I realise how much of her body is on top of me. One arm is draped across my stomach and her right leg is over both of mine. I wait to see why her breathing has picked up but her face shows no change. It's not until I feel her press into me over and over again that I realise she's having a dream – a sex dream.
"Oh," she breathes and it hits my lips. Holy fuck. "Mm." Oh god she's moaning now. I look down at her leg and notice it's tightening against mine and she keeps pressing into me. The hand on my stomach bunches up my shirt; she's basically clawing at me like a panther would when it climbs up trees. I receive an ache in my stomach, or maybe somewhere below.
"Yeah," she moans again and presses into me harder this time. I look up to the ceiling and silently pray that I'm also dreaming and that a porn star is not humping me in my own bed. My body stiffens when her face nuzzles into my neck and she breathes in deeply before thrusting harder and harder against me.
Now my breathing is picking up and my throat feels dry. I can't speak or move because of the shock and surprise that's taking over me – paralysing me. She lifts herself further on to me, so she's basically looking down me. Her eyes are still closed but her lips are parted and small whimpers escape them. Holy shit, holy shit, no.
I clench my fist against my bed because it's impossible to relax right now. She's sliding her underwear covered sex against my thigh really slowly and making sex noises right into my ear. I feel her wetness coat my thigh as she continues her heavy, smooth rhythm. I can't breathe properly – when I try to it comes out choppy and unsteady.
"Mm, yeah." Her grip on my shirt tightens and I feel the intensity of everything reach my core and I can't help but whimper softly to myself.
She rocks against me and I can't help but rock with her – not voluntarily – only because her body is making me move and I couldn't pull her off if I tried. She releases short breaths mixed with aches of pleasure into my ear and before I know it I'm shaking and battling with myself to stay quiet.
Brittany stiffens for a few seconds, and then slides her centre against my thigh one more time – leaving me motionless and tired.
I wonder how she must feel right now.
Her body falls limp, half on top of me and I contemplate whether or not to wake her up. Unfortunately Lord Tubbington makes the decision for me and purrs loudly near the bed. He stretches and purrs again until I Brittany leans up and looks around – still in a daze.
"Morning," I croak out. She removes her hand from my shirt and rubs her eyes. She's so cute.
"Hey," she whispers back. "I think Tubbs is hungry."
Okay is this happening? She just humped my thigh for like ten minutes and now she's thinking of feeding her cat. Was she in that much of a dream state that she doesn't remember?
"Brittany," I whisper and lean up to shuffle away from her.
"Yeah," she asks with an innocent expression. Her eyes search mine for a while until they slowly trail down my body to my thigh and instantly widen. I follow her line of sight and notice the glimmer of wetness covering my skin.
"Oh my god, this is so embarrassing Santana, I'm so sorry." She covers her face with her hands and shakes her head.
"Brittany it's, um, it's fine, I just, you had a dream…"
"No," she interrupts me, "well yeah but I should have told you, oh my god, I can't believe I did that."
I bite my lower lip hard and taste the crimson. I quickly wipe my mouth and shuffle across the bed to get off. I walk to Brittany's bag and grab out some cat food. I place it in a small tin on the carpet and Tubbs hobbles over to it.
"It's all right," I say breathlessly, wiping my forehead. I turn to her and notice the sheets are half way down her body, leaving her bra and stomach exposed.
"I should have told you that I have sex dreams. I've had them since I joined the industry; it's just something I can't get rid of. It only happens about three or four nights a week and it hasn't actually happened in a few months but I guess something must have provoked it to happen this time."
I shift from one foot to the other, all the while nodding. "Yeah, probably."
"What do you think it could be?" She asks curiously, but by her expression I can tell she's already very aware of the answer.
I shrug stiffly, "No idea." She almost looks disappointed at my answer, but smiles anyway and shrugs back. Her eyes fall to Lord Tubbington who has finished his cat food and it now laying contently on the carpet.
"He looks a lot better, I wonder if my apartment was just toxic."
I laugh, "If it was toxic wouldn't you be sick too?"
She sends me an innocent look and pulls the blanket off of her to stretch her legs out over the side of the bed. "I am actually feeling pretty sick."
"Really?" I answer immediately.
"Yeah," she breathes out, which almost sounds like a moan. "Do you mind checking my temperature?"
I nod and walk over to her, sitting beside her and waiting until she turns a little to face me. I reach up, pressing my palm to her forehead. "You aren't hot," I say scrunching my eyebrows in confusion.
"Maybe, feel here," she whispers, taking my hand and bringing it to her chest. I gulp loudly. I don't even know how fast or slow your heart is meant to beat but I'm pretty sure mines out of my chest. Even Brittany's feels a little too quick. I end up staring at her boobs for a long time, eventually allowing my eyes to travel back up to meet hers.
She has a smirk on her lips and I instantly realise she's tricked me again. "Oh my god," I yell breathlessly and remove my hand. We both laugh softly as I shuffle away from her and eventually I'm on the edge of the bed.
"Santana are you up?" Oh god.
"Go in there," I hiss, gesturing for Brittany to hide in the closet. She picks up Lord Tubbington and his food and then slides closed the wardrobe door. I make sure my hair isn't wild and then awkwardly sit cross legged on my bed.
"Come in," I yell.
My dad peeks his head passed the door to smile at me. "Come downstairs, your mother and I have something to show you."
"I'll be right down I'll just brush my teeth." He nods and exits the room. I quickly rush to the wardrobe and slide the door open roughly. Lord Tubbington scrambles out and leaps on to my bed. I see Brittany smirk at me and strut passed, still very much in her underwear.
"Wonder what your parents have for you," she teases.
I roll my eyes, "probably another porn star."
"Hey, they didn't give me to you, I came on my own free will."
"Wanky," I reply immediately.
"What?"
"Uh, nothing, I'll be right back." My eyes dart around the room and then I nod to myself and walk out.
I reach the bottom of the stairs and witness my parents grinning in the doorway like they just found out I finally won an academic award. They gesture for me to follow them outside and I oblige for the sake of their smiling faces.
As soon as I turn to walk outside, I see the sexiest car in the history of cars. I think I'll name it Brittany.
"Holy shit!"
"Language!" My mom scolds.
"Santo mierda!" I yell back teasingly. My parents send me warning looks but I shrug innocently and walk towards my new baby. "Why now?"
My dad approaches me with a look of pride taking over his features. "You have been doing very well in school Santana and you have shown responsibility with our car so we saw it only fit to get you one yourself."
"So I can take it to the party tonight?" I cheer.
"That's right, but you know that means. No drinking."
"Yeah," my mom nods, "not that you drank before," she adds, arching an eyebrow and giving me a knowing look. I bite my lower lip and shake my head vigorously.
"That's my girl," my dad coos, rapping an arm around my shoulder. My mom joins in and soon enough it's one big family hug. Because I'm squeezed in between them, I can see passed their bodies into the house. I notice Brittany in the doorway and my first instinct is to mouth to go back inside, but she looks sad. She's watching us and she looks like she would give anything to join in on this hug right now.
"Thank you so much guys," I say to my parents, giving them each a kiss and heading back inside.
"Aren't you going to take it for a test spin?"
"I'll drive it to school," I reply. They shrug in response and allow me to go back inside. By the time our hug ended Brittany had disappeared.
I walk into my room and notice her fiddling with her fingers while she sits on the floor patting Lord Tubbington. "We can take him to Vet after school."
She shakes her head, "he's okay now, he just had an upset stomach."
"He didn't puke in here did he?" I try to lighten the mood. She doesn't laugh, she just sends me a tight lipped smile and looks back down to Tubbs.
I slap my hands against my thighs and move towards my wardrobe. "You should speak Spanish more often," I hear Brittany whisper behind me.
"I'm not that fluent," I say softly, not knowing where she's going to go with this.
She looks to me and the tiniest smirk appears on her lips. "It's still sexy."
I swallow the lump in my throat and quickly grab a grey t-shirt and black shorts. I throw them on my bed and step towards the bathroom door before pausing and turning around. I can't not flirt back.
"I'm pretty sure waking up to you grinding on me was the sexiest thing I've ever experienced." I walk into the bathroom and close the door, only noticing the light pink hue growing on Brittany's cheeks before I turned around.
I return from the bathroom 10 minutes later to get dressed but slap my head in stupidity for forgetting.
"What's up?" Brittany asks. She's on the window sill with her legs bent. She tells me she has great balance so I'm not worried. I'm pretty sure her legs are long enough to touch the ground from here anyway.
I sigh in annoyance and throw the clothes I previously picked out, back in my wardrobe. "I forgot that Coach Sue wants us to wear our Cheerios uniform from now on."
"Like all day?" I nod, laying the uniform out on my bed. "You'll smell though."
I grin and pick up a can off my bed side table. "That's why she gave us this anti-perspirant deodorant," I say, holding it up to my face like those people in commercials who are too happy you just know that they live a sad life with 14 cats. They earn alot of money from the commercials - that's how they can afford all those cats.
"Well it seems as though she's a great coach," Brittany replies with faux enthusiasm. I roll my eyes and begin to pull my shirt off but then realise Brittany's sitting right behind me. I slowly turn around and notice Brittany's attention is all on Tubbs, so I quickly remove my shirt and pull on my Cheerios top.
"I can definitely tell you're a cheerleader." Shit. I fiddle with the zip on the back of my top and curse when I can't pull it up. "Need help?"
"I'm fine." I shoot back instantly. I turn around and notice Brittany trying to control her laughter. "Oh my god fine just help me," I huff and wait for her to stand then turn my back to her. Okay if towering over me face forward wasn't bad enough, I actually am afraid of what she's capable of towering over me when I'm not looking.
I feel her fingers ghost over the skin on my exposed back. She lingers there for a while and I can't stand it. "Your skin looks so smooth."
"Brittany." I try and say it firmly to warn her but her name ends up being released as a half moan, half whisper.
"S-Sorry," she stutters out and zips me up. I quickly move away from her, grab my skirt and head inside the bathroom to change.
I keep thinking of the reasons why Brittany and I can never be a 'thing'. So far all I can think of is her career and that I'm not legal yet - though my birthday is in a week. Not that it matters. If we ever did something I don't think either of us would tell anyone. And I think if we were to ever do more than kiss, even though we haven't gotten to that part, then I would fall even more in love with her (if that's even possible).
If that is the outcome, I'll end up being completely heartbroken because to Brittany it's all just play. I wish my Abuela didn't have such a horrible eight marriages. I think her bad track record with relationships skipped my mom's generation and went straight to mine. Apparently my dad was the first guy my mom fell in love with, but they were separated for a few years after high school and then eventually found each other.
"Sandbags, get your vine ripin' chest fruit over to the top of the pyramid." Something makes me think Sue knows about my summer surgery.
"What?" I hear Quinn scream. "Oh my god San, you did it!" I blankly stare at her because I missed the last 5 minutes of conversation. "Go, quick, Coach won't wait forever."
I'm pushed toward the other cheerleaders and I shake my head to get in the zone. We start the routine and end it with my balanced on the top of the pyramid, wearing the fakes smile in history. I notice a figure in the distance sitting on the bleachers. I try and squint passed the sun but it's no use. Fortunately practice is over and we all head to the locker room.
"What time are you getting to Pucks?" Quinn asks.
"Probably around eight," I reply tiredly.
"Cool, see you there, sandbags." I scowl at Quinn as she walks away.
When I've finished showering and changed into normal clothes again, I head out to the bleachers to see if the person is still there. I could've sworn it was Brittany. I release a disappointed sight and walk over to the parking lot where I find the figure from before resting on the hood of my new car.
"If you scratch it your dead," I warn lightly. Brittany laughs and raises her hands in defence. I quickly scan the area to make sure Quinn or any other cheerleader is not around, but notice most of the cars are gone. I walk over to the drivers seat and watch Brittany take a seat in the passengers side.
"Your parents are really into their afternoon television."
I laugh, "I guess. Every time my parents have a break from work they rush home to spend some time together... especially when I'm not home." I screw my face up and watch Brittany do the same. I start the car and drive off down the road towards home. "My dad is going to be working all night tonight and my mom will probably be in her new beauty salon so I doubt we'll be interrupted when I sneak you out to go to the party."
"I've been sneaking out by myself, it isn't that hard," Brittany replies with a slight attitude in her tone.
"Woah, okay Houdini." We're at a red light now. From the corner of my eye I can see Brittany's smile face and turn into something more devilish. I glance towards the lights then back to her. She's biting her bottom lip, like she's afraid of saying something or she's just thinking about something really hard.
"You're a really good cheerleader."
I mentally hi5 myself. "So you were watching me?"
I notice her cheeks turn a light shade of pink and she turns away to try and hide her embarrassment. "You were good."
"Just good?"
"Okay fine. You in that uniform is outstanding. I can't believe you're single."
"Who said I was single?" She turns to me and I notice the raised eyebrow and pouted lips. "Okay I'm single, so what?"
"Is there anyone at the party you're going to hook up with?"
"No," I clear my throat as we pull into my driveway, "I mean, no not really."
Brittany unbuckles her seatbelt then turns to me fully. "Whoever this mystery girl is, she's really lucky," she says quietly. Her eyes flicker down to my lips and then back up to my eyes. She moistens her own lips and I wait for a moment to see if she's going to make a move. She seems to be thinking hard again, about doing something this time.
"You really know how to flirt and tease," I whisper, surprised I still have a voice with the lack of distance between our faces.
She tilts her head down and strands of her hair tickle my eyelids. "I want to do more, but I don't think I can." Her response comes out raspy and crazy sexy.
"I think you could," I whisper back.
Suddenly there's a bang and we notice my mom exiting the house. Brittany quickly ducks and I step out of the car to distract my mom. I lead her over to our new garden, which isn't actually that new at all and my mom would know because she planted what's growing in it.
"Honey I try and show you nature all the time but you claim grass gives you rashes on your bot-"
"Nope, no, that was a lie. I was just bored," I rush out and notice Brittany attempting to hold back her laughter as she creeps inside. I suddenly remember something and tell my mom I'm going to be right back.
I get in my car and try not to speed to the grocery store. I have no idea what Brittany's favourite flavour is. I guess Vanilla is the safe choice. Oh what the heck, I'll get two just to be safe. I grab a caramel as well and head over to the registers. The guy serving me looks like a former dentist commercial guy. His grin covers his entire face. I actually think he's about to break his jaw.
"Have a super day missy!" He yells after me. I wave my hand so he knows I'm not a rude customer and race back to my car. When I get home I speed walk to the kitchen, grab two spoons and then head upstairs - thankfully undetected. I think if my parents saw me with two ice cream contains they would think a guy recently broke my heart. I pause just as I reach the top of the stairs and decide to see my mom for a second.
I place the ice cream on the bench and walk towards the pool house turned beauty salon. My mom's laying various toners on one of the tables and when she sees me she grins. "Santana, come quick, I'll do your make up for your party tonight."
I shake my head quickly, "no that's okay. Save your magical skills for a really special occasion.
"Okay, okay, at least try this new lipstick." I take it off of her and smile in thanks. Before I leave though, my mind grows heavy with one particular thing on it and I contemplate how to say it. She notices my awkwardness and looks at me with concern.
"I love this colour," I breathe out. My mom grins and continues laying out her make up. "I'm also gay." I nod my head as she turns to me with an expression I wish I could capture on camera.
"I knew it!" Wait what. "Your dad and I suspected since you stopped talking to us about boys. You remember you used to tell us about a new cute guy every week and we didn't believe you because you were a freshman and barely knew what a penis was-"
"Mom, you should have stopped after I knew it."
"Oh honey," she calls out as I walk away, "we're supportive of whomever you love." I send her a thankful smile and quickly close the door behind me as I step into the garden. I grab the ice cream and head upstairs. When I open the door, Brittany is nowhere to be seen.
"In here," she calls from the bathroom, "I just had a quick shower."
"Oh awesome. I just went and got some ice cream." Her face brightens immediately.
"I was wondering where you drove off too." I send her a playful grin and set out the picnic like dinner we had last night, only this time we're skipping straight to the dessert. "I can't believe you remembered."
I shrug off her words like it's not big deal, but I can tell by the ecstatic expression on her face that she doesn't get given treats often. "So I was thinking since we're going to be at a party tonight full of drunk horny teens, we'll most likely get separated."
"You're giving me your number," Brittany interrupts grinning. I laugh and nod.
"Only for emergencies," I warn, taking her phone from her. I punch in my number and then hand over my phone to her so she can do the same.
We focus back onto our ice cream and I can already feel my stomach rumbling in satisfaction. I look over at Brittany and watch her scoop huge chunks of ice cream and lick it off the spoon. She eventually notices me staring and turns shy. "What?" She shrugs. "I love caramel."
My eyes bulge and I immediately shrink into my shy little shell. Brittany's probably thinking how easy it is to get me blushing - that's why she does it so often. I don't notice the vanilla dripping off my spoon until it hits the skin above my boobs. I can't see it from here, but I can feel it. It's cold and wet and now Brittany has this predatory look in her eyes. She places her spoon in her tub of caramel and leans forward. She looks me in the eyes before leaning forward and pressing her tongue flat against my skin.
Am I fucking dreaming? Speaking of dreaming, will Brittany have another sex dream tonight? Oh my god, this whole situation is getting ridiculous. Brittany's a porn star and I'm a 17 year old high school student without an inch of knowledge on how to go down on a girl because I've never actually done it, only watched Brittany do it.
Her tongue leaves my chest and then her head slowly emerges, she studies my face carefully. She leans forward and I am most certain she is going to kiss me, so I close my eyes. Instead I feel the tip of her tongue hit the corner of my mouth and gather up the ice cream I had there. Shit, that was hot.
"What's that scratch from?" She asks, running her fingertips along a mark on my cheek. I frown at first, but then remember the little mouthful I served to Quinn the other day.
"My friend at school did it, I said something a little harsh and forgot she likes to use physical violence instead of her words." Brittany nods in response and pulls her fingers back from the scratch.
"You should shower, it's getting late and I don't want to keep your friends waiting," she husks out.
"Y-Yeah, okay," I mutter and scramble to my feet, effectively knocking over the tub of ice cream on my way up. Thankfully barely anything spills onto the carpet. Brittany tells me she'll clean this all up while I get ready, so I thank her quickly and rush into the bathroom.
a/n: The next chapter will either be up tomorrow or the next day !