disclaimer: I do not own Glee or it's characters.
The tips of her fingers skated across my knuckles and then disappeared as I gripped them in my palm. My eyes had been clenched shut for about an hour or two. I can't remember how long our flight was, all I knew was that I desperately needed to get off this plane.
"Santana it's okay, we're landing in about 10 minutes." I sigh shakily, my eyes slowly fluttering open at the sound of Brittany's voice. "I take it you're not good with planes," Brittany adds with an amused giggle.
"How did you guess?" I reply airily. Brittany notices how flushed my cheeks are and shuffles as close as the arm rest in between us allows. I don't think she realises she can just lift those up, but I'm a little too preoccupied with trying to breathe steadily to tell her.
"It's okay, just think about it like this; we're actually just riding a plane on cloud street. It's skidding across the ground along a street in a town full of clouds."
I smile as best I can, which evidently is not enough for Brittany because she wraps an arm around me. I think she thinks I'm about to cry. She's cooing in my ear, telling me it'll be all right. I feel like such a baby. I lean back to stare her in the eyes. "Want to join the mile high club?" Brittany's eyes widen in surprise and her lips tremble to speak.
"I-I d-don't know, aren't you nervous? I thought you were n-nervous." I shake my head, my eyes sore from not blinking for a while. I lean forward and kiss Brittany to get the thought of flying out of my mind. She hesitates, but then her grip on my hand tightens and she tilts her head. I part my lips and suck on her bottom one slowly. She releases a low moan and quickly pulls back. "Santana we can't, not here…"
"You said 10 minutes right?" I ask hurriedly. She nods tentatively and rolls her eyes, unbuckling her seat belt to stand up quickly. I unbuckle mine with shaky hands and eventually stand up to walk down the short isle. I try to not look right because from the corner of my eyes I can see the sky and instead just think about Brittany's theory of driving along cloud street.
Brittany's slow to follow and once I register why, I quickly pick up my pace and put up two fingers, mouthing the words 'knock twice'. She nods and I rush into the tiny cubicle, slamming the door shut and turning the tap on to splash water on to my face. My skin instantly cools down a little and I sigh, closing my eyes and leaning back against the wall opposite the sink. My eyes shoot open when I hear two light knocks against the door and without moving my feet I stretch my arm and flick the latch and Brittany hurries inside, giggling with her back to me as she slams the door closed.
"I can't believe we're doing this," she breathes with a light giggle. I smile back and grip the back of her neck. She hovers over me and presses me against the wall gently. I lean up to try and kiss her firmly but she barely moves forward so I just end up grazing her lips. I watch her expression and notice her hands are just kind of pressed against my sides unmoving. I swallow hard and lean up again, taking her bottom lip between mine. She makes a sort of moan sound so I take that as a cue to part her lips with my tongue.
She instantly pulls back and rests her forehead against mine. "Is something wrong?" I whisper.
Brittany shakes her head and sighs shakily. "I'm just thinking too much about what's going to happen in LA," she explains softly. I send her a half smile and when she meets my gaze I curve my lips into a smirk and reach down to the zip on her jeans.
"Let me take your mind off of that," I husk, unbuttoning her jeans at a painfully slow pace. Her breathing becomes unsteady and she shuts her eyes tight. My hand disappears beneath the denim and lace underwear and slowly rubs down her pussy. "You're so wet baby." Brittany claws at my shirt as I pump my fingers along her soaking folds.
There's a knock on the door but neither of us move. "We'll finish this later," she murmurs. I shake my head quickly and start to rapidly rub the pads of my fingers against her clit. She chokes on a breath but doesn't object and I lean up to kiss her firmly. She whimpers and almost trips backwards. My free hand holds her steady as we tentatively walk towards the sink and she leans her butt against it.
My fingers continue rubbing against her clit, knowing how fast she'll that will get her off. That's all it is about now, it isn't about me, it's just about making her feel extra good. She sticks her tongue into my mouth and firmly holds our lips together. Her brow furrows and she widens her mouth to gasp shakily against my lips. "Oh god San," she whines as I apply pressure to the sensitive bud.
There's a harder knock on the door and we both reluctantly pull back. Brittany stares at me hungrily and intertwines our finger together. I grin at her as we slide the bathroom door open. There's a man frowning at us as we walk out. "Girl problems," I state with a fake laugh. Brittany laughs loudly and I jump a little but hurry back towards our seats. A few people stare at us annoyed but I just wait until Brittany's in front of me then hump the air behind her while staring at those judgemental bitches.
Some of them cover their kids eyes while the older men creepily smile back. Okay that's nasty. I scrunch my face and quickly sit by Brittany.
"Ladies and Gentlemen this is your captain speaking, we'll be touching down in approximately five minutes, please be sure to have your chair up right and the tray in front of you latched up safely."
"I can't believe we left Lord Tubbington with my mom, she's probably going to feed him taco's and when we get home he'll have the eaten the house."
Brittany throws her bag on the floor by the front door and turns to me with a big smile. "Well that will give us an excuse to get a place of our own," Brittany says with a cheeky grin.
"Are you saying we find a house?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.
"I'm just saying I'd like a little privacy with you like all the time," she shrugs. I pinch my lips together and walk further into her apartment.
"I still have a year of high school left why are you thinking of this now?" I realise how negative that sounded and quickly wrap my arms around Brittany's neck. She pouts and I flick her bottom lip with my nose. "I want that more than anything I just think my parents will go a little crazy with how fast we're going."
"Well," Brittany sighs, "I told you I'd give up everything if I fell in love, I'm just being honest about how I feel."
I smile shyly, "in a heartbeat right?" Brittany leans down and kisses me gently.
"In a heartbeat," she whispers against my lips. We pull back and she offers me a drink which I accept. I scan the apartment, noticing the bed against the opposite wall and the rack of clothes near the window. I frown, thinking Brittany could afford a much better apartment.
"Why aren't you living in Beverly Hills or something?" I ask. Brittany hands me a glass of water and then leads me over to the balcony.
"I don't like spending money on things I don't need," she shrugs, "I have a perfectly good apartment here and I never needed a bigger place because it was just Tubbs and I."
I nod in understand and place my glass down on the small circular table before standing in front of her. Brittany does the same and then wraps her arms around me, resting her palms on my stomach. "Now you're going to be in bum town Ohio with me, I wish we could just stay here forever." Brittany rests her chin on my shoulder and exhales slowly.
"I want to be wherever you are." I blush instantly. Every time Brittany says something sweet it melts me to goo and I can barely form words anymore. I don't think I'm breathing right now. I subtly place my hand on my chest and sigh in relief when my heart is still beating, a little faster than normal.
"So when do you have to meet your friends and boss?"
"I got a text from Theresa in the cab and she said we're going out for drinks later," Brittany explains.
"Oh," I say smiling sadly.
"Don't worry you'll get in."
I frown, "how? I'm under age."
"I'm well known in this part of town Santana, they'll let anyone that comes with me inside the club." I smile, a sense of excitement washing through me. I don't know what I'll say to Brittany's friends; I'll probably just lose my voice all together and stare blankly at them. How does one meet converse with a porn star? I slap myself in the forehead and Brittany giggles. "Why'd you do that?"
I shake my head. Brittany was a porn star and I managed to have a billion conversations with her, what am I thinking? "I just don't know how tonight will go, I just want to be there for you."
Brittany squeezes me a little tighter. "They'll love you, don't worry. Besides," Brittany scoffs, "they'll be yelling at me anyway."
"I don't want them to yell at you," I say pouting.
Brittany laughs and gently kisses the side of my head. "Remember when we went to church and I told you to masturbate in the confession booth?" I nod hesitantly. "Well you didn't do it and I knew you wouldn't. Tonight you just have to be yourself and don't let people intimidate you. Do what feels right, act how you want around them. You'll be great."
"You really are a genius Brittany," I sigh contently. I notice out of the corner of my eye Brittany grinning so wide. She obviously loves receiving that compliment in particular, so I make a mental note to comment on her intelligence more often.
"Wanna go make out?" She asks giggling.
"Sure," I reply immediately. Brittany unwraps her arm from around my waist and she pulls me inside towards the large queen bed. She lays down on one side and I collapse on the other, shuffling closer to her and tangling our legs around each other's. Brittany's hand pushes the hair away from my face and smiles longingly at me.
"Have I ever told you you're beautiful? Because," Brittany's fingers graze across my lips, "you are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen." I instantly feel heat spreading across my cheeks and buried my face against the pillow. Brittany shifts closer until our faces are about an inch away. "Santana," she sing songs near my ear. I giggle and lift my head back around to face her.
"How is this really happening?" I ask mostly to myself. Brittany's grin slowly fades and she just blinks slowly. "You're my girlfriend, you love me, it's all so strange," I whisper, "but awesome." Brittany laughs and leans forward, bringing our lips together.
When she pulls back her warm breath hits my lips. "I think the exact same thing about you you know," she murmurs and swallows hard. "My friends will probably ask me how I fell for a small town cheer leader," she licks her lips, "I'll just say 'how could you not?'" My heart speeds up and hammers away at my chest. I tug on Brittany's shirt to bring her forward, effectively crashing our lips together.
She groans as my knee presses into her centre. I push forward and rub my pussy down on her thigh to receive friction. Brittany runs her sock covered foot along my bare calf and I feel an electric current travel through my entire body. "Fuck," I gasp, pushing Brittany away to tear off my shirt. I throw it to the floor and straddle Brittany who is grabbing my thighs and sliding me up her body until my hot core is hovering above her face. I almost leap up when I feel Brittany's mouth against my underwear, her head buried all the way under my skirt.
I slap my palms against the wall in front of me and keep myself steady so that all Brittany has to move is her tongue. Holy sweet hell. Brittany's hands find their way to my bra and she pulls the fabric off my boobs, squeezing the mounds in her hands. "Ugh," I whine, "fucking hell Britt."
She uses one hand to push my underwear aside and then runs her tongue up my slit at a teasingly slow pace. My hips jut forward and I basically start riding her tongue like a bike going down a really steep hill. Brittany hums loudly while bringing her whole mouth around my entrance, pushing her tongue inside me. Brittany pinches my left nipple between her fingers until it stiffens completely then uses both her hands to palm my ass and press me down against her lips.
Her lips press gentle kisses up to my clit and she shakes her head, wiggling her tongue rapidly against the source of the intense throbbing. She sucks the bud into her mouth, moaning as my taste floods her mouth. I lean back, placing my hands behind me to keep me steady. Brittany doesn't stop her motions and now that she has a little more room she doesn't hesitate to enter two fingers in me, pumping them hard and deep.
"Oh fuck," I pant, bopping up and down as Brittany's fingers work tirelessly inside of me. I reach around my back and unclasp my bra, tossing it off the side of the bed and palming my own breasts to give my hands something to do. I try and lean back still so that Brittany has room but my back gets sore and eventually I have to sit up straight. As soon as I change positions to sitting Brittany's fingers don't expect it and hit a sweet spot inside me, effectively resulting in my intensifying orgasm.
Brittany doesn't realise until my cum drips into her mouth and she licks her lips clean. I push my skirt back to see her face and notice how red she is. I bite my lip, watching her taste my cum and wishing I had the strength to lay down and kiss her.
Unfortunately not only do I not have the strength but I also don't have time to put my bra on because one of Brittany's friends bursts through the door and gasps loudly. I recognize her as Theresa, the girl that was in my fucking house.
"Oh fuck," I squeal, covering my chest and basically collapsing to the side off of Brittany. "Do you just let your friends waltz into your apartment any time they want?"
Brittany leans up on her elbows and frowns when she sees Theresa eyeing my half naked body. "Eyes off my girl," she warns. Theresa shakes her head and stares at Brittany cheekily.
"Sorry," she shrugs, "your girl's got a wonderful rack. Fake," she winks, "but wonderful."
"How the fuck do you all know I have fake tits," I exasperate, mostly to myself but Theresa chooses to answer anyway.
"We see a lot of them," she says casually. She walks forward and does a little half wave. "Sorry about the whole bursting into your house thing the other night, I'm Theresa."
I nod, pursing my lips into a tight smile. "Santana." I watch Brittany reluctantly hop off the bed and grab my shirt and bra off the floor. She throws them to me and I let them hit my face because I can't exactly remove my hands.
"Sorry San," she apologizes giggling. I smirk back and just shake my head leaning down to grab the clothes between two fingers. I then hurry to the bathroom and close the door behind me. I clip my bra back on and pull my shirt over my head. I check myself in the small round mirror above the sink and sigh. I seriously can't be intimate with Brittany for more than 20 minutes now and it's starting to frustrate me.
Maybe LA will bring us some kind of miracle - and a working lock on Brittany's front door.
"We'll be a little late, we have a date planned," Brittany says as I walk back into the room.
"We do?" I frown.
Brittany giggles and her cheeks turn red. "Yeah, I may have planned a little something." I smirk and send her a subtle wink. I watch Theresa walk out on the balcony and light up a cigarette.
"You should show her one of your videos," she shouts back.
I immediately gulp and scan the shelf by the door which has some blank tapes resting on it. "Are t-those...?" Brittany nods shyly and then walks over to pick up one.
"Not all of them are, just the ones with the red star on the spine of the tape," she explains. I approach her and watch her fiddle with one of the tapes. I haven't watched porn in a long time - this might be my record. I guess it wouldn't hurt to watch Brittany while she's with me, I won't need to masturbate and I don't think I'll even get horny because hello I've made love to Brittany Pierce in real life.
I shake my head of my thoughts and take the tape from Brittany, walking over to the large television on the other side of the room. I fiddle with some buttons and eventually get the tape on the screen. I jump back on the sofa and rest my legs underneath me. Brittany follows soon after and when she cuddles beside me I press play.
"Woah wait for me!" I pause it immediately.
"No, no it's time for you to go, we'll see you tonight," Brittany speaks quickly, jumping to her feet to shove Theresa out the door. The girl huffs in annoyance but leaves and soon enough Brittany's back beside me and I press play again.
The video starts outside a large mansion. There's a red head skipping to the front door- Oh god there's Brittany opening the door with her cute little smile and amazing hair. "You look cute," I mutter, my eyes not wavering from the screen. I hear a faint giggle beside me and Brittany links our arms together.
Apparently Brittany's character just went through a recent break up and her best friend, the red head, was coming over to cheer her up. That led to some good ol' fucking on the kitchen bench. Brittany had her legs up in the air so that her feet were almost touching her head. I think I came just seeing how flexible she was. I can't believe I didn't try anything like that with her. She obviously would be up for it but right now I'm a little tired from sitting on her face... so so wanky.
I almost didn't want to watch when Brittany was making those amazing noises she makes when I make her feel good. This red head was doing a pretty good job I think, because Brittany looked almost unconscious by the end of it.
"I faked it," she whispers in my ear. I twitch a little and then turn to her smirking. "She didn't find my sweet spot and didn't go deep enough." My bottom lip quivers and I bite it to keep from attacking her lips. I inhale softly and then turn to the screen which is now black.
"That was interesting, I hadn't seen that one before," I turn to Brittany again, "do you like when there are story lines so you can act?"
"Yeah," she nods happily, "I was in a dance class porno once where the girl and I got ourselves off on the ballet bars -"
"Ah yes," I nod, "Striply Ballroom."
"How lame right?" Brittany scrunches her nose as she laughs. I grin at her and shake my head when I think of all the porno names out there. I think I could make ones that sound 10 times more wanky.
"Where are we going tonight?" I ask changing the subject. Brittany reaches up and caresses my cheek, her smile only fading slightly.
"A nice restaurant and then we'll go for those drinks with my friends. But we can take as long as we want," she reassure me smirking.
"Awesome," I sing lightly. "What does one wear in LA, I haven't really got amazingly good looking clothes." Brittany shrugs and then scoops me onto her lap properly.
"Who cares," she mumbles as she nuzzles her nose into my neck.
I giggle, tilting my head to the side to give her better access. "I'm guessing another make out session is in order."
Brittany's head perks up. "Nope, we can't keep getting distracted." She then basically throws me off her lap and I frown in confusion but become amused at how flustered she looks as she walks to her clothes rack. "A little hustle Santana!" She shouts waving her arms in the air. "Be ready in an hour!" She then grabs a towel and runs into the bathroom.
I pride myself on getting ready to go out faster than most girls my age. I don't add coats of foundation because being half Puerto Rican gives you amazingly smooth, naturally glowing skin. Brittany's skin is incredibly baby soft too though, so I'll ask her what her secret is later.
"Brittany are you ready?" I yell from inside the bathroom. She had me waiting in here after my shower so it would a surprise when we reveal ourselves. I don't know what she'll think about my dress. She's seen something like it before just in a different colour and this one is backless.
"Yeah, come on out," she shouts back excitedly. I slow turn the handle and step out, my eyes facing the floor for the first few steps. Once my head tilts up and I see what Brittany's wearing I almost soak my fresh panties. Who invented black leather shorts? First of all they should be illegal on anyone but Brittany Pierce and second of all her legs are simply flawless in them. Her top shows off a sufficient amount of cleavage so if I get bored I'll at least have something to keep my mind on.
Wow, okay, I'm such a pervert. Oh hell with it Brittany's my girl anyway.
"You look beautiful," I say breathlessly. Sometimes I wonder if the devil is living inside my head and he makes me think all of these crude things. But when my mouth opens an angel flies out and says the sweetest compliment that's able to make Brittany cower.
"You look incredible too, I love the way your ass looks in that dress," she says licking her lips. Her eyes are basically devouring my entire body so I just roll my eyes and walk forward.
"Fuck I can't even explain how good you look in these," I say, tugging on the hem of the shorts. Brittany rakes her fingers up my arms and then rests them on my neck.
"Keep control," she whispers, "as much as I want to kiss you right now and never stop, we have to go - I made reservations for 6."
I nod my head and tangle our fingers together. Brittany grabs her purse and throws both our phones in there. We make our way down to the car park below the apartment complex and Brittany grins when she sees a small green bug. "My baby," she breathes. I tug hard on her hand and she pouts. "Other baby," she adds sweetly.
"Lord Tubbington is going to be jealous," I say laughing. Brittany smirks while untangling our fingers and rounds the car to the drivers seat. She unlocks it and closes her eyes. When the car starts Brittany lets out a relieved sigh. I hop in the passenger side and she looks over to me with a small smile.
"Are you ready to be thrust into the world of porn?" She asks.
"I'm ready to be thrust between your legs," I say softly, staring at her longingly. She slaps my arm and bites her lip. "I'm kidding."
"No you're not," she laughs. I shrug innocently and then hold her free hand that isn't gripping the wheel.
"I am excited Britt," I say sincerely, "you mean a lot to me and I'm happy we're here together." We share a small smile and Brittany brakes the car just as we're about to leave the car park. She leans over and gives me a gentle kiss. When we pull back we both stare in awe of each other. This is real even though it feels like some incredible dream. Brittany's eyes flicker between mine and I swallow thickly, suddenly feeling a little nervous. I hate when I can't decipher what she's thinking.
She doesn't speak however. Her lips slightly curve up and then she turns back towards the road. "I'm just kind of having one my little panic attacks, it's fine."
I stare at her empathetically. "Like you have before a video?" Brittany nods timidly. "Don't worry, I won't do anything or say anything unless you want me too."
"I want them to like you San, even though I won't be living here any more," she sighs, "I just want them to understand why I f-fell for you," she turns her head to me and I notice the water in her eyes, "why I'm still falling for you more everyday."
I may have stared at Brittany the entire drive to the restaurant, but what she said earlier just hit me like the ping of electricity you feel when your fingers touch someone else's. My mind is static at the moment - like on television. It's just fuzzy and grey and I don't really know how to act. I was just a bitchy high school kid from Ohio crushing on a porn star that I thought I had no chance with.
This whole experience getting to know Brittany has made me realise that distance and profession doesn't mean shit. I love her and she loves me and I'm basically realising what it all means right now. I can't picture a future without Brittany and it scares me and excites me at the same time. I just hope I don't screw tonight up.
We pull up in front of a large glass building with fairy lights hanging off the wall. Brittany turns off the car and silently steps out to walk over to my side. She opens the door and takes my hand as I step out. We share a small smile while she leads me to the entrance. "Table for two, upper level." The man checks a piece of paper and then smiles politely, leading inside and up a swirling stair case. My eyes gaze at the strange but beautiful features on the wall as we climb to the second level of this unique restaurant. Once we reach the top Brittany walks ahead of me and pulls out a chair from a table situated right beside the large glass wall with a view over looking LA.
My breath hitches when I look out at all the lights. I sit down and thank Brittany for being such a gentlewoman. She blushes then walks to the chair opposite me. The waiter asks us if we'd like to start off with a drink and Brittany orders two lemon lime and bitters. I ask her if that has any alcohol in it and she shakes her head, frowning as if she thought I already knew that. "Sorry I've never had one of those before, I normally just drink beer," I say quietly. Brittany giggles and walks her fingers over the table to stroke mine.
"I have never felt like this before," Brittany begins, her voice wavering. "It's scary to think how fast my feelings have grown for you Santana but instead of running away I'm embracing them because you're so," her eyes dart across my face, "extraordinary." I inhale shakily and nod my head, letting her know I feel the same I'm just having a hard time voicing that.
This isn't what I thought my life would be like if you asked me three weeks ago. This is so much better than anything I could have imagined. "You m-mean everything to me." Brittany tilts her head and gives me a half smile and I find this view so much more beautiful than what's outside that glass wall.
"Ladies," the waiter says, placing two glasses in front of us. Brittany thanks him with a smile and I stare at the colour of the drink. It's so damn pretty. Brittany giggles at my sudden staring contest and I poke my tongue at her. I pick the glass up and take a sip from the straw.
"Oh god that's good," I gasp after swallowing. Brittany takes a large sip from hers and sighs in satiation, her hand over lapping mine on the table and giving it a little squeeze. I stare at her with loving eyes and lock our fingers together. "Thank you, you really do mean everything to me Brittany."
I notice her swallow hard and then nod nervously. "You still make me nervous," she mumbles with her head down.
"I make you nervous?" I say a little loudly in disbelief. Brittany meets my eyes and gives me a half smirk. I feel something light run up my leg and peek under the table. Brittany's shoe is slowly gliding up and down my leg and when I look at her again, that knowing smirk on her lips, I can tell she's in the teasing mood.
Brittany's quirks an eyebrow at my sudden silence and bites her lip. "Nervous?"
"Yeah," I say back but it sounds more like I've been holding my breath for hours. She grins cutely and takes another sip of her drink. When she leans forward in her chair a little bit and eyes me curiously I suddenly grow 10 times nervous.
"Why do you act defensive around your friends?" She asks suddenly and the question throws me off completely that I nearly choke on my saliva.
"I-" A sound leaves my mouth but I just end up shaking my head, unsure how to answer. Brittany stares at me patiently and pauses her foot movements under the table. "I guess, I don't know," I shrug and instantly feel my skin tingle like I've just entered an oven. "What do you mean exactly?"
"I see you around Quinn and notice you acting completely different and I feel like you're trying to prove something when you're around people at school."
I shrug. "It's high school everyone's trying to prove something."
"But you don't need to be this guarded tough girl, you can be yourself," Brittany explains sincerely. I huff softly and pinch my lips together. Brittany's right of course. I guess you don't realise things about yourself until the person you give yourself too lets you know.
"I guess since I came out I was worried that maybe one day Quinn wouldn't want to be friends with me any more and I'd be a complete loser without anyone."
"I don't think you were worried," Brittany smiles a little, "I think you knew exactly how Quinn would act and that's why you so easily came out and proud."
My skin ceases to tingle and burn, cooling down as though Brittany's words were an air conditioner. "I think you may be right," I respond timidly, "but yes I am defensive; especially about my feelings. You taught me to feel though and now I think..."
"Anything is possible," Brittany cuts in with a shy grin.
Brittany ordered the fettuccine while I had a steak and salad. I should have really checked the price of the meals here because Brittany excused herself about 5 minutes ago to do some negotiating. She said she had the money to pay for dinner but why pay full price when she can sway the waiter?
I stand up from the table and approach the glass wall again, running my fingertips down it and sighing at the magnificent view. The fact that this restaurant has a second level still baffles me...
My hair is suddenly swept neatly to one side and there's a soft pressure against the back of my neck. My eyes immediately shut and my head rolls back a little. "You're so beautiful," Brittany whispers and her warm breath hits my skin, causing me to exhale shakily. Brittany's fingers run down my spine as there isn't really a back to my dress - the cut just stops right above my ass.
"Brittany..." I croak out embarrassingly. Her hands grip my waist and she pulls me flush against her. Her lips continue to explore my skin, travelling to the sensitive spot behind my ear and then all along my jaw line. Brittany's hands slide down the front of my dress and bunch up the fabric at the hem and I can't help but rub back into her.
I release a small groan and turn my head so my nose grazes her cheek. With my eyes half lidded I lean forward and press a light kiss to Brittany's lips. A moan is muffled in her throat and she presses harder into the kiss. My left hand comes up to reach around the back of her head, my fingers threading through her hair to keep her head still. Her tongue hits my upper lip and I instantly gasp, sucking her tongue into my mouth.
Brittany grips my waist again and turns me around so my back hits the wall. I whimper when she dives straight in to kiss me, her tongue finding it's way between my lips again. The pads of my fingers lightly run across her collarbone and her body tenses under the barely there touch. "Britt," I puff out, pulling back from the kiss. She stares into my eyes, a hint of disappointment noticeably lingering in those baby blues. "We have to meet your friends remember?" I say with a little laugh. Brittany closes her eyes and half smiles.
"Sorry, got distracted," she whispers. I nod my head in understand and tangle our fingers together. Brittany grabs her purse from the table and we share one last kiss, lingering at the top of the stairs.
"Thank you so much," I whisper against her lips. She smiles sweetly, a light pink hue taking over her cheeks.
We glide down the stairs and thank the waiter on the way out. Brittany once again opens the passenger door for me before getting into the drivers side. She takes my hand while she drives and I think I can definitely get used to this. It only takes a few sharp turns and we're parked outside a really popular looking bar or club or whatever.
Brittany informs me that there are two separate rooms and we'll probably be in the bar the whole night. She greets the bouncer at the door and he seems to do a double take, not sure if it really is Brittany or not. "Good to see you Dave!"
"Oh jesus Brittany I thought you were never coming back," he says excitedly, bringing an arm around her shoulder. Brittany disconnects our hands to pat the guys chest and then turns to me.
"I got me a lady now I can't be spending my nights out partying all the time," she says in a slight southern accent causing this Dave guy to laugh loudly. I blush and turn away to scan the long line. Some people seem to be a little pissed off that we're going to be cutting in but Brittany seems to be really good friends with Dave so I'm not going to be the one to tell her we should do the right thing and wait in line.
"Nice to meet you..."
I shake my head when I hear Dave's voice targeting me. "Santana," I respond with a small smile.
"Santana," he repeats, "she'll fit in nicely." There's something sinister about the way he says that, or maybe I'm reading far too into it. Brittany throws her head back in laughter and I awkwardly chuckle beside her. "Anyway, let's get you two inside." Dave unlocks the red barrier between us and the door and Brittany takes my hand again, leading me into the dimly lit bar. From the distance I can see red lights flashing from the other room which I suspect is the club.
"Come on," Brittany says loudly in my ear. I wince a little because the music isn't even that loud, it's just the people around us are all shouting their words to each other. We walk through a few dozen sweaty bodies and end up at a table in the far corner of the room. I scan the people quickly before they notice us and instantly feel completely out of my comfort zone.
"Brittany Pierce!" One girl squeals. Eight heads whip to face us, well Brittany, and they all flail out of there seats to reach her. I feel our fingers disconnect once again, but I don't feel completely alone when a girl stands in front of me, twiddling her blonde extensions between two fingers.
"You're Santana right?" She asks in a squeaky voice. I gulp and nod. "Theresa informed us all before you guys got here."
"Oh," I say enthusiastically, "cool!" It comes out a little awkward but the girl doesn't seem to notice. She just laughs and gives me an odd stare. She actually looks a little constipated.
"I can't believe you managed to tame this one," she says giggling and pointing to Brittany. Said girl turns to us and frowns.
"There was nothing to tame Cassie," Brittany responds confidently. Cassie pouts for a second and then starts giggling all over again, pulling Brittany in for a hug. I see Theresa and wave slightly to her but she just nods her head like some thug. I roll my eyes because obviously everyone here is going to think they're better than me because they're older, they have careers and they don't have to use a fake id that looks like it was shit out of a cow's ass.
"San," Brittany grabs my attention and turns me to the overly smiley girls. "Cassie, who you've met," overly happy "Theresa," little bitchy, "Betty," massive tits, "Amber," little too much muscle, "Cindy," Bambi eyes, "Monica," huge nostrils, "Celeste," sourpuss, "and Layla!" She seems a bit out of it - drunk probably.
"Nice to meet you guys," I quickly shake my head, "girls I mean, because you're obviously women," I say unintentionally letting my eyes wander to some of the girls chests.
"She's adorable," Cindy says with a little smirk. I smile politely back and then feel a little nudge on my shoulder.
"Santana and I are going to get some drinks, we'll be right back." Brittany shoves me towards the bar and stands close behind me. I want to think she's just being protective because I'm in an unknown environment, but I do feel as though she got a little jealous with the attention I was getting from her friends. "Two tequila sunrises."
I turn slightly to face Brittany and we share a smile. Hers looks a bit hesitant though and I'm not sure if I've done something or she's a little uncomfortable with her friends being so nice to me. "Are you okay?" I ask.
Brittany's hands rest on my stomach and my breath hitches. "You were staring at their tits Santana," she breathes. I smirk slightly and rest my head back on her shoulder.
"Are you jealous?" Brittany tenses and then shakes her head. "Oh Brittany it doesn't matter how many tits I look at, I'm spending my nights and mornings with you." Brittany shows a hint of a smile then turns toward the bartender to thank him when he hands us our drinks and I timidly take a first sip. It tingles the back of my throat and I squeeze my eyes shut at the strange sensation. I hear Brittany scoff behind me and I nudge her with my elbow.
"Hey," she winces giggling.
"Stop making fun of me," I whine. Brittany leans in and kisses me, making me forget my drink completely. I blindly place it onto the bar and bring my hands up to her cheeks. Just as I try and slip my tongue into the kiss Brittany pulls back and smirks. She takes my drink and hands it to me again and I pout. She just shakes her head with that teasing glimmer in her eyes and walks back over to the girls.
"Obama!" Amber yells. The other girls cheer as we sit down in the two empty seats around a small round table.
"There is no competition," Monica agrees.
"Oh shut the fuck up with the politics you're going to make Brittany think we're smart," Celeste chimes in monotonously. I look towards her and notice her chewing on a tooth pick, a little bit too seductively. My eyebrows furrow and I shuffle closer to Brittany.
"You guys are smart," Brittany retorts proudly, "most of the world just isn't aware that most of you graduated from college."
"Really?" I ask. A few smirks are exchanged between girls, apart from Celeste who has this hard mysterious look. "I mean did you want to be something other than what y-you are?" I stammer. Brittany squeezes my thigh reassuringly and we exchange a shy smile.
"I wanted to be a VET," Betty answers happily.
"Oh please," Celeste scoffs, "you'd suffocate the small puppies with your tits."
You know when you first meet a group of people and you aren't sure how their dynamic works? Like who laughs at who and who secretly wants to poison the other? Well this is that situation and nobody is laughing at Celeste apart from me. I awkwardly look around the group and notice some girls staring at me weirdly. I purse my lips and cower my head to sip on my drink.
"Santana's just being polite," Brittany says with a little glare towards Celeste.
"Sandy just sent me a text," Theresa cuts in, taking the attention away from me fortunately, "he's in the back." Brittany nods and then leans over to me.
"I'll be right back, are you going to be okay?" I nod confidently and then lean in to give her a sweet kiss. Brittany hums against my lips and then pulls back, sliding her lips together to taste me. She winks and then sets off to where ever the back room is. I turn back to the group and notice a few of them wiggling their eyebrows and smirking. Of course Celeste still looks like someone told her she'll never be able to have sex again.
"So," I breathe out, "do you girls suck dick too or are you all into the pussy?" I send them all this awkward nervous smile and most of them look amused. I pinch my thigh as punishment for letting that slip out. My eyes fall on Celeste and she actually has a hint of smile playing on her lips. Soon enough she's breaking out into a roar of laughter and the other girls look completely surprised.
"I like both," Cassie leans in and whispers. I flinch slightly and nod.
"I like neither," Celeste murmurs and I send her a tight lipped smile so she knows I've acknowledged her answer. I take the last sip of my drink and then stand up from my seat before anyone can start a conversation with me. It's really starting to get hot in here. I ask if anyone wants anything and they shake their heads.
"I'll come with you," Theresa offers and before I can politely object she's already sidling up beside me and tugs me towards the bar. We both sit at a stool and I order another tequila sunrise. "So I'm probably Brittany's closest friend in the group and I'm just going to warn you now don't hurt her." There's nothing threatening about her tone so I send her a genuine smile.
"Don't worry, I've been in love with Brittany since before I even met her in person," I wince slightly, "that sounds lame doesn't it?"
Theresa chuckles and shakes her head. "It's sweet, she definitely needs someone like you in her life." I smile in thanks and look back towards the girls who look like they're in a heated discussion about something. Celeste, I notice, never really shares her opinion unless someone says something she strongly disagrees with.
"What's up with her?" I point towards the brunette.
"Celeste? She's just had a hard life," Theresa shrugs, "it's only once in a blue moon we hear her laugh so good job." I pinch my lips together and remove the straw from my glass. I then scull the rest of the drink and watch a bewildered Theresa stare at me.
"What?" I ask innocently.
"Another?" She replies with a smirk. I grin and bob my head up and down quickly, already feeling the growing buzz that alcohol gives me faster than any of my friends.
authors note: I decided to split this up, even though this is a long enough chapter as it is. I hope you enjoyed this, please leave a review if you can! I'm still so surprised at the response this has gotten and I want to thank you all again for being patient and kind. Don't hesitate to ask me questions or leave some suggestions :)
p.s The restaurant in this chapter is made up in my head, it seemed pretty. And sorry for any mistakes, there are always some no matter how many times I edit haha.