disclaimer: I do not own Glee or it's characters.
p.s any mistakes are mine.
Brittany and I spent most of Sunday with Lord Tubbington. He practically leapt into Brittany's arms the moment we stepped out into the garden. Apparently Tubbs enjoyed the garden while we were away and fell in love with the rug outside my mom's beauty salon. Now he spends most of his time rolling around on it, giving me more time with Brittany in my room.
It's early on a Monday morning when I feel weight leave the bed and I rub my eyes to watch Brittany scamper into the bathroom. I groggily get out of bed and follow after her. It only takes me about a minute and a half to wake up after she strips her clothes off and hops in the shower.
Then another minute later we're both naked, panting in the shower as the water hits my back and runs down to the drain.
"Fuck oh god right there San," Brittany pants, slamming her palms against the shower wall. I nip at the skin between her thighs as my fingers pump inside of her.
Thankfully my parents left for lunch an hour ago so their ears are oblivious to Brittany's rendition of Jamie Lee Curtis's film career. She's been screaming for ten minutes, pleading for more and practically ripping my hair out. I'm kneeling right in front of her sex and she's begging me to use my tongue. Before I do though, I tease her clit with my thumb, rubbing it vigorously against the sensitive nerves until she reaches her first orgasm.
Then I lean forward to close the gap between her wet pussy and my dry lips. I stick out my tongue and run it up her slit, soaking up her juice until I've lapped it all up.
Brittany thrusts her hips forward as a silent plea for me to enter her and I give in finally. My tongue exchanges my fingers and I close my mouth over her entrance. "Fuck!"
I rub my fingers against her clit and use my other hand to widen her entrance so my tongue can go deep. I'm breathing heavily against her, the warm air causing tingles through her body. I sink down on the floor so I'm looking directly up at her and plunge my tongue deeper inside her.
Brittany's mouth drops open, her own tongue frozen between her lips. She releases sharp breaths while I work to make her feel amazing and when she does, her butt slams back against the tiles and she bites her tongue to keep herself from screaming at the top of her lungs.
"Oh my god," Brittany breathes, sliding down the wall to join me on the floor. I grin at her and lean forward, not hesitating to stick my tongue into her mouth so she can taste herself. She whimpers and kisses me harder once more, sucking on my tongue before pulling back with a pop.
"You're so good at that," she comments breathlessly.
"You've taught me well," I reply with a wink.
Brittany's expression changes, like a light bulb just went off in her head. She grins cheekily at me before taking my hand and dragging me out of the shower towards my bedroom. "As you remember, I didn't actually teach you, you just responded to my body."
I nod timidly, unsure of where she's going with this. Brittany lays a towel on the floor and tells me to lay back on it. I follow orders and watch her lay next to me, grazing one finger from my neck all the way down my body. My breath hitches when she hits sensitive parts of my skin and I grin up at her when she giggles at the way my body is reacting.
"Santana?"
"Crap," I breathe, jolting up from the floor. Brittany frowns and grabs the towel from the floor, throwing it back in the bathroom.
"Is that Quinn?" She asks a little annoyed.
I sigh and send her an apologetic smile. Brittany just shakes her head smiling. We both get dressed quickly and I make sure my underwear is on this time.
"You don't have to wear any, Quinn doesn't have to know," Brittany whispers in my ear as we walk down the hall. She's tickling my waist and I'm trying to supress my giggles. Right before we reach the stairs I turn around swiftly and push Brittany back against the wall, smashing our lips together; which causes her to moan loudly.
I almost regret it because Quinn is probably wondering what on earth she just heard. But Brittany is so addictive I just couldn't help myself.
"Santana are you upstairs?" Quinn shouts.
I giggle against Brittany's mouth and try to get away but Brittany switches our positions so I'm trapped against the wall. "Don't start something you can't finish baby," Brittany husks and I feel my pussy start to throb for her touch again.
Oh god Santana. Focus.
"Britt," I whine, feeling her lips attach to my neck. She sucks so hard on my skin I can feel my eyes roll into the back of my head. I know I'm helpless now. Just when I'm about to give in and let Brittany do whatever the hell she wants to me, she pulls back and giggles.
"Quinn's waiting," she whispers, swaying her hips as she walks away. I take a deep breath and fix my hair before following her.
"You'll show me that thing later right," I whisper a little desperately as we descend the stairs.
Brittany halts, turning to me with an oblivious expression. "What thing?" Before I'm able to tell her off Quinn appears at the bottom of the stairs with massive grin on her face that could make the Cheshire cat look clinically depressed.
"I thought I'd pick you guys up for school," Quinn beams at both of us.
Brittany raises an eyebrow at me, before skipping down the stairs to embrace the shorter blonde. "We missed you Fabray," Brittany coos.
Quinn instantly blushes, her head cowering as she pulls back. "Same here," she giggles. I frown at their interaction. Honestly who wouldn't blush at Brittany's charms but they're giggling right in front of me…
I shake my head and walk down the stairs to hug Quinn. I hear a few bones crackle as she squeezes me. She apologizes after I wince out in pain and we all walk to the car outside. Brittany tangles our fingers together as we reach Quinn's soccer mom car and opens the back door to let me in first.
Wanky.
We settle in while Quinn starts the car and orders us to put our seat belts on. Brittany drags me so close to her that I'm unable to click the belt in but she just informs me that she can be my seat belt.
"Oh really?" I whisper back.
"Mhmm," she answers in a hum, holding my waist tighter. I giggle close to Brittany's jaw and pepper light kisses against her skin until I reach her lips. She slightly turns her head and pecks my lips gently before laughing and turning away.
"What are you laughing about? I want to laugh too," Quinn says pouting through the rear view mirror.
Brittany's laughter dies in her throat and she just ducks her head behind mine. "Don't you want to know about LA?" I ask.
"Oh yeah, I forgot you ditched me to hang out with your cool sexy friends," Quinn replies feigning hurt.
I laugh, shaking my head. "They were really nice actually; you would have liked some of them."
"Oh yeah?" Quinn asks intrigued.
"Nope, none of them looked like they belonged in a shire," I answer coolly. Quinn almost swerves off the road as her arm stretches towards me and takes a hit of my leg. I can hear Brittany still laughing with her head buried in my hair, so I use my strength to pull out of her embrace and slide across the seat.
"Take that back Santana," Quinn orders.
Brittany tickles my thighs and I almost bang my head on the door from laughing so hard. "T-Take w-w-what bac-k-k," I choke out.
"Don't talk about my girlfriend like that."
"Your g-g-girlfriend?" I ask loudly, shooting up on the seat to face Quinn. "I was gone less than two days and you managed to get a girlfriend?"
"Yep," she grins, "now put your seat belt on before I drive this car into the river."
"But you would die too Quinn," Brittany interjects bluntly. Quinn answers her with a glare through the mirror and Brittany sinks in her seat beside me, cuddling me the rest of the way to school.
"Did you see how many looks I got from getting out of a student's car?" Brittany asks nervously, brushing her thumb across my hand.
"So?" I reply shrugging. Honestly, the majority of the school knows about Brittany and me, it isn't a big deal. Even her boss, Sue knows, and I'm sure word has got out to Figgins that a member of his staff is dating a student.
"So what if people think I'm dating you and Quinn?" Brittany pouts, halting our steps as we reach my first class.
"Remember what you told me?" I ask, staring into her eyes and brushing my thumb along her protruding cheek bone. She gives me a hesitant nod, causing me to breathe out a quiet laugh. "You told me to ignore it, because we're stronger than they are, okay?"
Brittany lips instantly form a wicked grin. "Awesome," she pecks me on the cheek, "see you after class."
I smirk and walk towards my seat in class. Puckerman takes the seat beside me and leans forward on his desk to grab my attention. "Who are you taking to the Sadie Hawkins dance?"
"What?" I ask frowning.
"It's next week, I was just wondering who you were taking since you can't take Brittany," Puck replies seriously.
"You're not serious right?" I scoff, shifting in my seat to face the front again. Puckerman laughs and leans back in his seat, folding his arms across his chest to look some kind of tough.
"I don't mean anything by it," he explains, "we could just go as friends." I consider him for a moment but then come to the conclusion that I could just go alone and then dance with Brittany. It wouldn't be like she asked me or anything, we'd just happen to meet in the middle of the dance floor during a slow romantic ballad.
Then I realise I could just not go all together. It's not like its prom or anything. Quinn probably won't go because Rachel will be asked to sing all night and she won't have anyone to dance with.
Ugh, high school is so frustrating. I groan loudly, burying my head in my arms as I lean forward on my desk. I open one eye and slowly turn to Puck, who is giving me a sceptical look.
"Did they give you something funky in LA?" He asks seriously. I scowl at him then turn back towards the teacher giving him my full attention.
"Sadie Hawkins!" He cheers and the room erupts in squeals. I grumble and palm my ears so the noise is blocked out. My eyes squeeze shut I swallow dryly as I picture Brittany and I dancing around the dance floor among my friends and their dates.
I'm sure Puck only wanted to screw with me; he probably already has a date. I wish I had thought about this sooner, but the past few weeks have been primarily involving Brittany. I hope she doesn't hear about the dance from anyone else and thinks I didn't want to ask her.
Oh god what if teachers can ask other teachers? What if Mr. Schue makes a move? Or worse, what if Sue does? I suspect she plays for my team because even though I hate stereotyping people, Sue pretty much fits the bill for female lesbian coach.
I mean, Brittany is, so that probably makes Sue like the matriarch of the lesbian coach cult. I feel a sudden sting on the side of my head and cringe, twisting my head to watch Puck look up at the ceiling in innocence.
"I'm not going with you Puckerman!" I hiss in a vicious whisper. Puck raises his hands and nods his head in the direction of the door. I look towards the window and notice Brittany standing outside waving me over.
My eyes dart towards the teacher then back to Brittany and I grab my stuff, sticking my middle finger up at Puck and running towards the door.
"Miss. Lopez, where are you going?" The teacher asks, stopping his entire lesson. The class stares at me with amused eyes and I just shrug innocently, pointing down to my crotch and mouthing 'lady problems'. My teacher clears his throat awkwardly and then waves me off. "Go, go."
I almost run into Brittany when I leave class. She takes my hand and head down the hall, passing a few students who also share the same idea as us. "Where are you taking me?" I ask giggling.
Brittany stays quiet until we reach the bleachers and points towards a couch leaning against the brick wall. "It's almost lunch soon so I thought we could have a quiet one together."
I blush instantly and move to sit down on the couch, patting the spot beside me for Brittany. She shakes her head though, a smirk forming on her lips as she saunters slowly towards me. My lips curve up slightly, sending her a lazy half smile and she straddles either side of my hips, her face hovering just inches away from mine.
"You know what's weird," I whisper suddenly, catching Brittany off guard from her teasing and causing her to pull back a bit. She shrugs and starts tracing the letters of my cheerios skirt. "We can have sex for hours, minutes even, and I still never get enough of you."
I watch the shade in Brittany's eyes darken and her tongue dart out to moisten her lips. "Underneath it all, you're really cheesy Santana," I send her a shy smile, the tip of her tongue sticking out as she smiles. "Don't you have a question for me?" She whispers suddenly.
My eyebrows dip in confusion. I'm still too young to get married we haven't even talked about that yet so it can't be anything to do with that…
Oh!
"Girl's ask boys, girls aren't allowed to ask female teachers."
"I'm not even a teacher," Brittany scoffs.
I chuckle, running the tips of my fingers along her collarbones. "You're my boss though."
Brittany hums close to my mouth, grinning widely. "So that means you can leave it all up to your boss. Just make sure you don't get pressured into asking a guy okay?" I nod dumbly, the warm breath that's hitting my lips almost acts like a poison and I'm paralysed under Brittany's power.
Unfortunately she hops off of me and smiles shyly, pulling out two sandwiches from a paper bag and handing one to me. I smile in thanks and un-wrap the plastic around it. "So what are you planning on doing?"
"That's for me to know baby," Brittany replies in hushed whisper. There's no one around so I don't know why she has to act like we're in a spy movie.
"Well I'm going to wear that dress I bought in LA," I say casually, noticing the way Brittany's face freezes for a moment while she registers which dress I mean. I smirk to myself knowing that Brittany won't be able to keep her hands off me, but that's only if she's accompanying me. I really want to know her plan.
"That tight one?" Brittany asks monotonously.
"Yep," I chirp back, leaning to the side to lay my head on her legs. I look up at her and watch the tips of her ears grow a red tint, her lips pinching together to try to contain an eager grin.
"I'm looking forward to see you in it," she says after exhaling a deep breath.
I take a bite from my sandwich and take a moment to enjoy the different flavours. I'm definitely getting Brittany to make my lunch more often. I swallow the food down and lick my lips, grinning up at Brittany who still resembles the colour of my cheerios skirt.
"I'm looking forward to you getting me out of it," I husk back.
It's the middle of the week and Brittany has been keeping a close eye on the house next door to see if it's up for auction any time soon. She runs up to my room to inform me of anything new but I tell her I already know as my bedroom window has a perfect view to the neighbour's driveway.
Brittany's had quiet words with my parents since we got back from LA and isn't involving me with anything. I get that she's a practically a member of the family now but I'm not keeping anything from her.
I slump into the gym where Becky Jackson is playing a few pop songs on the stereo. Nobody in the squad is here yet and I didn't get a chance to catch Brittany in the teacher's lounge so I decided to just walk here by myself. Quinn mentioned in class that she would catch up with me tomorrow after school to show me her Sadie Hawkins dress since she doesn't have Glee club rehearsal.
I still have no idea who she's going to the dance with. Puck has apparently been scowling the school for mature seniors that he will never have a chance with, attempting to ask them out and receiving a slap on the cheek every time. I still have no idea which cheek.
"Can you turn it up a little Becky?" I ask the blonde, closing my eyes to get a feel for the music.
"Sure," she replies enthusiastically. I think she's just ecstatic that someone on the cheerios is talking to her and not talking through Sue to her.
Once the beat fills the room I sway slowly let my eyes fall open. I move around the gym floor, spinning freely – not really caring if my technique isn't perfect. Brittany is the dancer, not me. And as much as I wish it was Brittany dancing here and me watching on the bleachers, it's not.
I kick my legs out and crouch down, listening to the way the bass sounds out in sharp beats.
I spin across the floor again and squeal when I land right against someone. "Shit," I breathe, brushing the hair out of my face and instantly scowling when I meet Kitty Wilde's hard gaze.
"Move," she orders firmly. I roll my eyes and walk away from her. I hear her scoff, but she doesn't go further than that this time. She walks over to the table beside Becky and places her drink bottle on the floor. Just then Brittany's walking into the gym with a coy smile. I try and hide my excitement by turning away stretching.
Wait, I'm not supposed to be all smiles around her. She's hiding something from me and I should be angry. Okay Santana, snarl!
I slowly turn on my heels, directing my penetrating gaze towards Brittany. Her laughter subsides after she spots my evil look, causing Becky to pout. She probably said something funny to Brittany and I just stole her thunder.
I turn to the shorter blonde with a confident smirk. "Hey Becky, why don't you run the squad today?"
She immediately tenses and stares up at Brittany who is giving me an analytical expression. "I'm the assistant coach Santana," Brittany states confidently. I'm a little deterred by the fact she doesn't seem a little bit intimidated by me.
The rest of the squad enter the gym and I notice some of them huddle around Kitty. "Trouble in paradise," she whispers giggling. A few of the girls brush off her comment but others join her in a laugh.
Ignore it Santana.
I shake my head wait for Becky to take the lead, but clearly she's too intimidated by Brittany that she stays in her spot by the table and waits for a cue to turn the music player on and off. Brittany orders us to all stretch for 10 minutes while she chooses a few tracks and Kitty seems like the only one uninterested in following the coach's rules. I watch her lay back on the gym floor and rest her head on her palms.
Sugar bounds over to me and greets me with a toothy grin. My eyes flit over to Brittany who looks bored as hell going through a list of track, and then back to Sugar. She's an odd girl, but clearly worships the ground I walk on. Maybe she's a lesbian too!
"Sugar, I know you're probably just looking for someone to guide you along the rainbow road towards the closet door," I wrap an arm around her shoulders, "but you have to remember to watch out for the trolls," I tilt my head down and stare at her through my thick eyelashes, "exhibit a," I point to Kitty and Sugar giggles nervously.
"Um Santana," she begins, shrugging my arm off her, "I'm flattered but, I'm not –"
"Out of the closet," I cut in, nodding my head in understanding and approaching the girl again. Just as I start to speak again the whistle blows and all the girls scamper around to get into position.
Brittany stands up and clasps her hands together behind her back, walking in front of us silently. Her posture is about as straight as me, but her chin juts out in the air high to show her power. Kitty rolls her eyes when Brittany glares at her and joins the rest of us.
"You all look tense," Brittany comments as she weaves in between some of us to analyse our posture. "Jiggle your legs out and flutter your lips." We all immediately do as we're told because Brittany doesn't look like she's screwing around. Maybe it's my fault. I didn't really give her any reason to be giggly this practice.
I'm in the back row, so it takes Brittany a little longer to get to me. When she does, she orders the rest of the girls to do a lap. As soon as they take off, Brittany walks behind me and her lips hover right above my ear. "Tighten your ass Santana. We don't want anyone thinking you haven't been doing your daily work out."
I gulp audible and squeak when her palm squeezes one of my cheeks. She then slaps it hard so the sound reverberates around the room. I quickly jog off to catch up with the other girl's, immediately feeling tension rise when I run beside Kitty. We're both running at the same pace, our eyes shooting daggers into each other's souls.
Kitty's face suddenly falls and so does her whole body. A few girls collide with her and I frown, wondering what the hell just happened. But when my eyes find Sugar, a smirk appears on her face and she winks at me, running off to finish the lap. Brittany runs over to Kitty's side and asks who did this. Each girl stares at their friend and my head cowers as I run off to follow Sugar.
The routine is sharp and requires a lot of patience – something that the squad is lacking. I saunter towards the front of the group and order the first row to spin then jump, instead of jumping out of nowhere. I can sense Brittany's eyes on me but ignore her and continue spitting out orders left and right. Kitty is sitting out to watch because apparently her face hit the floor first when she tripped. Her nose was bleeding a lot but she should learn by now to suck it up and carry on.
Sugar stands beside me with a proud look on her face as though she's my side kick now or something. I send her a strained smile and then turn around to face Brittany and Becky.
"Hit it," I shout. Becky presses play and the sounds of The Bloody Beetroots emit through the gym. Brittany's eyebrows shoot up in surprise and I can instantly tell she's impressed with the small changes I made – one of them being an evident ass shake towards the end of the routine, where our backs bend forward and palms slap the ground.
I perform that specific move and stare at Brittany through my legs. There is a noticeable smirk on her lips as her eyes are trained on my ass. I wiggle it into the next position and before I know the music is over and the whole squad is panting, some of them collapsing to the floor.
"Once more," Brittany orders without a waver in her tone. I send a smirk her way before getting back into position.
Once practice is over, the girls file into the locker room to shower. I wait around until all of them are gone, leaving only Brittany and me left in the gym. "Why are you keeping secrets from me?"
"What do you mean?" Brittany asks, unfazed by my seriousness.
"You've been talking to my parents all week about something that isn't allowed to be heard by ears under the age of nineteen," I pout, "that's what my dad said anyway."
Brittany giggles and then throws me a towel. "It's honestly nothing to worry about San, just go take a shower." I sigh and walk to the bathroom, meeting a few girls on their way out. Kitty snarls as she passes me and I grin sweetly back at her.
Sugar and I exchange high fives and soon enough the room is empty, besides me of course. I turn on the shower and wince as the hot water spreads along my body. Footsteps pat against the floor and I turn my head to see Brittany strip off her clothes and underwear then step into my cubicle with a big smirk on her face.
I go to turn my body but her hands grip my shoulders. "Stay." I breathe in deeply and turn to face the wall fully again. She pushes forward so I have no choice but to press my body against the tiles. Then Brittany walks around to stand beside me and kicks my legs apart with one foot. She stares at me with an unreadable expression, so I close my eyes and turn away from her. I feel her fingers gently graze my chin.
"Look at me," she whispers. I slowly open my eyes and feel her hand come into contact with my sex. My eyes flit down to her lips, her tongue darting out in slow motion to slide along her upper lip. Brittany's leg spread so she's straddling the side of my thigh. I gasp at how much heat is radiating from her sex and she smirks, leans forward and starts grinding hard against me all while staring me in the eyes with our foreheads connected.
There's a moment of hesitation from Brittany as she pauses at the top of my thigh with her soaking heat so close to my hip. I lick my lips and lean forward, reassuring her that I wanted this, with a firm kiss. Brittany growls against my mouth and plunges her tongue between my lips, sucking the air out of me. She pulls back, tugging my lower lip between her teeth and letting it flick back towards me.
"Do it," I whisper, my voice dripping with lust. "Do what you were planning to do in my room."
Brittany smirks, shaking her head. "No, I'm saving that for later." She then dips her fingers down to my entrance, runs them up my slit and hastily applies pressure to my clit. I close my eyes automatically but Brittany's light kisses on my cheek work as a ploy for me to open them again.
We're so close. As I stare into her eyes again, the contrast of the light blue waves amongst the dark blue paralyses me.
"Brittany," I breathe. She humps the side of my thigh so fast that I feel like I could collapse and hit the wall on the other side of me at any second. She's purely invested in getting us both off this time.
I'm not going to try and romanticize this moment. I've never wanted to feel everything at once, because in reality you would probably implode. But Brittany's reality is so much like a dream that I willingly give myself to her, allowing her to make me feel anything she likes.
Brittany wraps an arm around the back of me, palming my waist in her hand to keep me steady. Her fingers against my clit are in sync with her pussy, caressing my thigh so quickly that I can't decipher if what's dripping down my skin is water or Brittany.
She reaches up to grab the back of my neck and face me forward again, then leans forward. Her nose and lips graze my cheek and her heavy breathing overwhelms me. "Oh fuck!"
My mouth falls open and my knees buckle as I reach my climax. I grab Brittany's hand to stop her rubbing and tangle our fingers together. Brittany continues to ride me hard, her teeth biting my skin without any warning. I gasp and twist my head to bring our lips together and she whimpers into my mouth.
A few more tentative slides up my thigh and Brittany is panting out a string of incoherent words, each one of them imprinting on my skin. "Brittany," I pant out.
"I love you, fuck, I love you Santana," she replies breathlessly.
The day finally arrives of the Sadie Hawkins dance and I'm anything but calm. Quinn's text last night informed me she would be taking Puck and Rachel would be taking Finn – but they would find each other at the dance.
I suggested we go to Quinn's house to get ready but she was quick to object. I wasn't sure why but I didn't argue. Just like I didn't argue when Figgins announced today school would not be cancelled. Of course all club rehearsals and practice was cancelled so Brittany and I returned home earlier than usual.
My mom practically ripped my arm off as she dragged me to her beauty salon. I was so close to giving up on this whole stupid dance but Brittany managed to convince me otherwise. She mentioned that Sue wanted her to supervise the dance but she declined, so I was still wondering why Brittany wanted me to go alone so badly.
"I can't wait to do your make up," my mom chirps, pushing me towards a seat.
"Whoa," I yell, shrugging her off, "what are you talking about?"
Brittany sighs and moves to stand beside me, staring at me through the mirror. "Come on San, she's your mom. She wants to do your make up for tonight." Brittany's grin completely transfixes my gaze and I'm instantly unable to resist. I find myself nodding blankly at her through the mirror and her grin widens. She steps back to let my mom towards the counter where there are boxes of makeup everywhere.
Once I break out of my stupor I end up groaning because my mom has chosen a totally wrong shade of eye shadow for my skin tone. "Will you stop moving Santana?" She hisses.
I shake my head. "That's a terrible colour."
"It will work with that I'm doing, trust me," she responds firmly. I watch Brittany, who has taken refuge on a stool a few feet away, nod excitedly.
I decide to close my eyes and allow my mom to turn my face into a colouring book. While my lids are shut I'm able to think about the past few days with Brittany. We've had a lot of shower sex – which is definitely not a bad thing. I don't think we've had a good night sleep in bed since LA. After our shower we never have the energy to speak or kiss, but we both take forever to fall asleep.
There's a light pressure grazing across my bottom lip and I hear my mom ordering me to smack my lips together. I rub them firmly together and hear my mom let out a gasp.
"Excellent," she squeals. I open my eyes now and notice her dabbing the pad of her finger into a shimmery powder and then apply it just under my eyes. She then adds some blush to make the contours of my cheeks evident. My eyes dart up to the mirror and I my bottom lip juts out, impressed at the fact my mom actually pulled this up.
Well this is her job, so I guess I should give her more credit.
My dad enters the room with a tray of champagne and grins at all of us. He hands a glass to Brittany and the walks over to me. "I'm next," he says with a wink. My mom laughs and I even hear Brittany choke on her drink as she lets out a chuckle.
"Are you done?" I ask, sighing heavily.
"Yes, no need to thank me," my mom teases with a proud smile. I stand and grab a glass from the tray along with my mom. Brittany stands also, walking over to stand beside me and tangle our fingers together.
"All right," my dad says, "well I would like to make a toast,"
"Oh god," I grumbled, subtle rolling my eyes so he doesn't notice me. Brittany giggles in my ear then tells me to be quiet.
"Santana, I should have made this speech on your birthday," he wipes a tear under his eye, "but better late than never right?" He chuckles and I send him a tight lipped smile. "You've been a great daughter for eighteen years and I hope you have another eighty years or even more to live a beautiful, healthy life." He turns to Brittany now, struggling to speak clearly. "You've made my daughter very happy," he shakes his head, "I don't know what to say. You're a wonderful young lady Brittany and Santana adores you. Her mother and I do as well."
Brittany disconnects our hands and wraps my dad in a big hug. My mom sniffles beside me and I pat her back lightly. "Come on now ma, you're going to make me cry and you just did my makeup."
Maribel holds her nose and chuckles, suddenly being swept up in my dad's arms. He pulls me in for a hug as well and I'm just glad I'm squished against Brittany. She grins down at me and wrinkles her nose.
"I love you girls," my dad chokes out. He lets us leave after that and Brittany actually looks a little disappointed. I know she loves my parents as much as I do and she cherishes those moments like the hug before.
Brittany and I place our wine on my bed side table and then I grab my dress from the closet. I turn around and watch Brittany nervously fumbling with her fingers. She catches me staring and then suddenly grabs her bag and walks towards the door.
"I just forgot something, I'll be back before you leave." I'm unable to respond as Brittany rushes out of the room like her ass had caught fire. I bet she's conspiring with my parents right now. I walk out of room and stare into kitchen from the top of the stairs. I strain my hearing but there's no sound at all. With a frustrated sigh I head back to my room, checking the time and realising I need to get ready quick.
I just hope Brittany is back in time to see me.
Half an hour later and I've slipped my boots on, folding over the top of them. I forgot I even had those because I've been wearing cheerios sneakers everywhere lately. I check myself in the mirror and take one last look at my phone and noticed Brittany hasn't sent me text or tried to call.
I pout sadly and make my way down the hall towards the stairs. With my head bowed I'm unable to see who is waiting for me downstairs but I can hear a few voices. I kick the carpet on the first step and release a deflated sigh.
"Hey hot stuff! Get down here," a voice hollers. My head perks up immediately and I'm met by an intense gaze. Brittany doesn't look exactly like Brittany though…more like a Brett?
I glide down the stairs, my eyes scanning the rest of the group. Rachel and Quinn are linking arms and giggling at me like I owe them something for being able to keep a secret from me. "Where are the boys?" I ask.
"Well," Quinn licks her bottom lip, "your boy is right here, our boys are in the car." They exchange a smirk with Brittany and then walk out the door. I meet Brittany's eyes again and notice how much gel is in her hair. She's wearing a fedora but her blonde tresses are noticeable on the sides.
She holds out her hand stretch mine to meet hers. She then leans down and places a gentle kiss on my knuckles. I don't try to hide my blush. "Is this what you were secretly planning with everyone I know?"
Brittany's lips contort into an innocent smile and she shrugs. "You're correct ma'am." She locks our fingers together and then walks me out the front door. I yell goodbye to my parents, only to realise they were hiding behind the kitchen counter the entire time so they just waved back.
Brittany stops me just before we reach the car and grabs something out of her pocket. She flips the lid and then dabs some of the powder on her fingers before applying to her jaw and chin. "Does that look like stubble?" she asks.
"No," I shrug, "but good enough." She nods excitedly and we both hop in the car, squishing in next to Quinn and Rachel. Finn turns around in the front seat and sends us a lop sided smile which we both chuckle at.
Before starting the car, Puckerman turns around and winks. "Tonight is going to be a good night ladies."
"Dude," Finn frowns, "I'm not a lady."
"Sure you are bro," Puck replies casually, slapping his friend on the shoulder. We all burst into laughter in the back and I listen as Brittany tries to make her voice sound an octave lower than normal.
She ends up sounding like a tuba if a tuba could laugh.
When we arrive at school, Brittany holds my hand as I step out of the car and I roll my eyes playfully at how charming she's being.
"Hey Puck," she calls. The boy turns around, smirking as he struts over to us. "Teach me how to be a dude before we go inside."
"Oh god," I sigh, walking over to Quinn and Rachel. Do they ever stop giggling and giving each other sexy eyes?
Rachel spots me first and smiles timidly. "Your dress is awesome."
"Thanks," I reply simply. Quinn nudged my side and I shoot her a glare before sighing. "Yours is nice too Rachel."
The brunette gives me a quick thank you and then pecks Quinn on the cheek before walking over to Finn. "It's a little weird isn't it?" We both watch the pair walk together inside.
"It's the school rule," Quinn replies tiredly.
"No I'm talking about Finn's walk," my face scrunches up, "he seriously looks like he owns two left feet." Quinn breathes out a laugh and links our arms. We turn to see Puck holding his crotch, teaching Brittany an apparent thug walk.
My head tilts to the side as I stare at them. "She could have just supervised this crap and danced with me all night."
"Or she could actually be your date," Quinn smiles smugly, "no one will even know. They'll think you ditched Brittany for her brother or something."
"What?" I snap. "I don't want anyone thinking that, I want Brittany to be able to be herself."
Quinn laughs. "You have to admit she does look hot even as a boy."
My arms fold across my chest and I hum in agreement. "She sure does." After licking my lips and basically drooling over my girlfriend, Quinn groans and pulls me towards the entrance of the gym.
I yell for Brittany and Puck to follow and they begin to thug walk – which is the slowest type of walk in history so I shout that we'll meet them inside. When we make it to the door, I hear Principal Figgins talking about the dangers of underage drinking into a megaphone. I want to go on stage and tell him that Puck is on his way to spike the punch so his announcements aren't needed.
"Rachel should be performing soon," Quinn chirps, stretching her neck to see over the throngs of people. I bustle through them to make to the front of the dance floor, where Figgins is now setting up a microphone stand.
He tells the DJ to cut it and then introduces Rachel to the stage. Hardly anyone cheers but that doesn't deter Quinn from screaming her lungs out. Rachel stares down at her bashfully and then nods towards the band situated behind her.
"Hello," she speaks softly.
"Take your top off!" A guy yells from the crowd. I watch Quinn glare in his direction before turning back her lady and giving her a thumbs up.
I sigh heavily, knowing that I'll probably get a slushy to the face at school next for sticking up for a glee loser. My hands cup my mouth and I yell towards the nervous girl on stage.
"Go Rach!" She looks as stunned as Quinn but manages to send me a small smile. She starts singing a slow ballad by an artist who clearly had about six failed marriages. Quinn sways from side to side and then gasps as she feels a hand on her shoulder. Puck grins at her and they both start swaying awkwardly together.
"Where's Brittany?" I whisper close to the boy. He smirks and turns to point to drinks table. I notice Brittany immediately, the bright blue in her eyes giving her disguise away. There are a few cheerios that pass her and give her a small shy wave and Brittany greets them with a happy smile. I'm pretty sure they legitimately think Brittany is a dude. The suit she's wearing looks vintage – like something my dad would wear…
Oh god no.
I storm over to Brittany and stand right in front of her, squinting my eyes and balling my fists as they rest on my hip. "Please tell me you're not wearing my dad's old suit."
"It fits perfectly don't you think," she chirps, doing a little twirl. I quickly scan the people around us making sure they didn't notice that and then take Brittany's hand. "What's wrong?"
I sigh and avoid her gaze. She tilts my chin up with her fingers and soon enough I'm looking into her eyes with a sad smile. "Put on a dress or something," I say quietly, "I want everyone here to know you're my girlfriend."
Brittany leans forward and kisses my cheek. "I make a terrible guy, I'm sure most of the staff know it's me." I giggle and reach around Brittany to grab a red solo cup, scoop up some punch and then pour it in.
"Ugh," I groan, "this tastes like crap."
"Language Miss. Lopez," a voice says from the opposite side of the table. I tense immediately and grip tighter onto Brittany's hand.
"Mrs. Hagberg," I squeak, scanning her outfit that looks more like a group of blind nuns sewed a bunch of potato sacks together. "You look cool."
"Cool wasn't what I was going for," her eyes dart to Brittany, "whose your date?"
I clear my throat, a sudden wave of confidence washes through me and I let a confident smirk take over my lips. "This," I pull Brittany forward slightly, "is who got me so distracted that day in class when you took my phone off of me."
"Oh," she mutters, looking only slightly intrigued, "you're not a good boyfriend if you're texting Santana while she's in class."
Brittany smirks. "I'm not really a boyfriend at all." She winks and cups one of her boobs through her suit, lifting it up so it bounces slightly.
Mrs. Hagberg's eyes widen comically and the cup she's gripping falls out of her hand. "Well now I've seen everything," she place a bowl of chips over the spilt punch and then walks away, "have a good night girls," she grumbles.
Brittany and I giggle quietly to ourselves and turn around, only to be met with Coach Sue whose belly is looking noticeable rounder. "Santana since you're here I'm suspecting that Brittany is also wandering around."
I gulp loudly. "Nope," I shake my head.
She glares down at me then flickers her gaze to Brittany. "Are you that exchange student from Poland that Schuester was rambling about?"
Brittany side eyes me nervously before answering. "Yes," she says in a deep voice. I muffle my laughter in my palm and thankfully Sue continues her journey towards the bathroom. Brittany laughs, tugging on my hand as she leads me towards the middle of the dance floor.
Rachel's on to her second song now and this one is a little faster. There are a few other Glee kids on stage and they all start swaying behind her. I shake my head and face Brittany again, whose eyes are shadowed now by the front of her hat. I pull it off and place it on my head, causing the blonde to gasp and try to snatch it back.
I dodge her and then start swaying my hips when we're a fair distance apart. Brittany places her hands in her pockets and smirks, eyeing the people beside us to see if anyone has noticed her slicked back pony tail. I curl my finger, silently asking Brittany to come closer to me. She gives in and I run my hand down the front of her body. She keeps her hands in her pockets – I know exactly why.
I stand on my toes so my lips are near her ear. "You can touch me if you want, everybody is too distracted to notice." I was right. Half the people around us are either making out with each other's dates or drunk off the pre mixed drinks they concocted earlier.
Brittany's hands appear from her pockets and she tentatively grabs my waist. I wrap my arms around her neck and pull back to look in her eyes. "I've never been to one of these."
I smile up at her, leaning forward to brush our noses together. "I'm glad you're here." Brittany closes the gap between our lips, releasing the slightest hum when my tongue darts out to graze across her bottom lip.
My fingers tickle behind her ear and she grins, pulling back to rest our foreheads together. "I have to use the little girl's room." I nod my head and tug Brittany out of the crowd. We pass Sue but she thankfully doesn't look in our direction because she's chasing Jacob with his own camera. When we enter the bathroom it seems we're the only ones here, but then we hear a few giggles in the last stall and Brittany gives me a mischievous look.
"Should we leave them to it?" I ask. Brittany shakes her head, leading me to the other end of the bathroom. We both twist our heads to peek through the half open door and immediately gasp seeing the two girls inside kissing heatedly.
"Kitty?" I squeal. She disconnects her lips from the other girl's and stares at Brittany and I in shock.
"Um," she laughs nervously, "this totally isn't what it looks like." I turn towards the brunette who is awkwardly leaning against the wall with her dress still up to her waist.
One of my eyebrows shoots up and I cock my hip. "I've never seen you before."
"Oh," she says casually, stretching a hand out to me, "I'm Marley Rose."
"Nice to meet you Marley," I shake her head while staring at Kitty with a knowing grin. Kitty nervously taps her fingers against her side as she waits for one of us to drill into her – wanky – to teach her a lesson. But Brittany stays quiet and so do I.
Kitty begins to breathe a little easily and Marley approaches her, attempting to tangle their fingers together but Kitty just snaps her hand up to her lips to chew on her nails. Brittany steps forward and raises a hand to Kitty's shoulder. "Don't be afraid okay?" Kitty nods hesitantly. "You don't need to project hate onto other people because you're afraid," she turns to Marley and winks, "girl's like it when you tease the clit."
My jaw drops and I quickly drag Brittany out of the bathroom before she can say any more. "What the hell?" I ask laughing. Brittany just shrugs and wraps an arm around me to pull me closer to her. Her hand grazes my butt and I whimper a little.
"Let's get out of here."
We don't end up going home straight away. After Puck drops us off – they were all ready to leave too – Brittany takes my hand and pulls me towards then neighbour's house. I notice the lack of car in the driveway and instantly smirk.
Brittany walks through the back gate and around the house towards the back door. She slides it open with it ease, scoffing at the fact such a gorgeous home is left unlocked for anyone to break in to. I follow Brittany inside, my eyes scanning the paintings on the wall and the large leather couch with plastic wrap over it. I walk ahead of Brittany but only get so far before she's pulling my hand roughly so the front of my body collides with hers.
She holds our hands at shoulder length and runs her fingers across my palm, smirking down at me. I feel my pulse start to race out of nowhere. Rough, passionate Brittany is definitely my favourite – right after sweet Brittany of course. Her free hand slides down my lower back and palms my ass, causing me to press into her. "Mm, Britt," I mumble.
She dips her head and parts my lips with her tongue. One of my hands plays with her tie and I pull her forward, causing me to stumble backwards and hit the wall behind me. Our kiss grows hungrier, my hands fumbling to rip her shirt open. She pulls back and slides her hands up my dress so it's bunched up at my waist.
Brittany then crouches slightly so she can pull my underwear down to my ankles. I unbutton her shirt swiftly, sliding it off her body along with her jacket. I pause to check out how sexy she looks in just a bra, tie and suit pants. I look up at her through my lashes and she grins, leaning forward to kiss me hard again. One of my hands falls down her body to cup her sex and she whimpers loudly.
I feel her hands grip my thighs and she lifts me off the ground. My hand stays between her legs and I press harder against her. Brittany traps my hand between our bodies as she moves closer. She disconnects our lips and licks down my neck to suck on the skin. "Fuck," I breathe. I start grinding against my own hand that's sliding hastily up and down Brittany's pants.
She gasps when the pressure builds on her clit and I hold my fingers there to rub slow circles. She groans against my neck and I blindly reach for her belt to undo it until her pants fall to her ankles. I slip my hand beneath her underwear, immediately greeted by Brittany's soaked pussy.
I enter her with two fingers and we both create a rhythm, grinding against each other and panting heavily into each other's mouths when she pulls back from my neck. Her eyes pierce mine, conveying everything Brittany can't say right now. I kiss her weakly to let her know I understand.
I understand that we'll be the only people to see this side of each other for the rest of our lives.
My fingers slide out of her and run up and down her folds. Just as I'm about to enter her again, Brittany stops my hand from travelling back down and sends me a lazy smile. "It's okay," she breathes, "it's not all about the climax."
"But I want to make you feel good," I argue softly. Brittany cups my cheek and kisses me firmly. I pull my hand out from her pants and grip the back of her neck. She gently nips on my bottom lip and pulls back.
"You do baby, you do."
A few minutes later we notice headlights of a car shine through the curtains and quickly grab our clothes and run out the back door. We make it back to my house, quietly unlocking the front door so we don't wake my parents.
Unfortunately Lord Tubbington greets us near the stairs, hissing at Brittany because she doesn't look like the girl he knows.
"It's me Tubbs," Brittany says pouting. I giggle and run upstairs to my room, hoping that Brittany is following behind me.
We snuggle into bed after Brittany removes her clothes and kisses the top of Lord Tubbington's head. He purrs, recognizing her now and then curls into a ball on the floor to sleep.
"You're mine," Brittany whispers with a tired grin on her face.
"I'm so yours," I mumble back, feeling sleep take over me.
When I wake up the following morning there's a camera in front of my face. I rub my eyes and listen to Brittany giggling as she moves around me on the bed. I throw the blankets off me immediately feel a shiver since I went to bed naked.
Brittany is very much naked too and she's following me with the camera.
"This is Santana," she laughs, "she's a grumpy bum when she wakes up."
I roll my eyes playfully. "A Grumpy bum?"
"Yeah," Brittany replies defensively, turning the camera off and throwing it on the bed. She walks closer to me and presses our bodies together. "The grumpiest bum in the world."
"Oh my god," I laugh, shaking my head in embarrassment. Brittany smirks and slides her hands across my back, causing tingles to shoot through me.
"Want to know what I was going to do to you the other day?" She asks.
I nod quickly, suddenly remember the fact she had me on the floor naked. Brittany smirks and walks into the bathroom to grab a bottle of what looks like lotion. She instructs me to lay back on the floor and then kneels beside me with the lotion in one hand.
"I'm going to give you the best massage in the world."
"Wait," I say suddenly, "shouldn't we record this?" I ask with an eyebrow raised. Brittany grins at me and reaches over to retrieve the camera. She hands it to me and I turn it on to record. I point the camera towards me face and smile. "This is apparently going to be the best massage ever," I twist the camera around to face Brittany, "if someone walks in this could get awkward."
Brittany laughs. "Let's hope that doesn't happen then." She squirts some lotion onto her hands then places the bottle on the carpet. She traces a finger across the top of my breasts, adding a bit of pressure every now and then. "You know the human touch is interesting," she begins, staring into my eyes, "you're able to feel everything working under that soft skin," her finger moves over where my heart is palpitating, "you can feel someone's heartbeat start to race as though it's beating for your touch only."
I swallow hard as my lids droop slightly. Soon enough Brittany's lips curve into a devious smirk and she's leaning over me more. She applies the rest of the cream to my breasts, moving her hands in a circular motion.
I release a satisfied moan and for a moment forget that I'm recording. I quickly clear my throat and pause Brittany's movements. "If you don't want me to jump you right now you'll keep your hands off the goodies."
Brittany shrugs innocently, sending me a wink and running her hands down my stomach. I sigh, resting my head back on the floor and turning the camera towards me again.
"In a heartbeat," Brittany mutters under her breath, meeting my gaze and sending me that promising smile.
The end.
authors note: Okay that was the longest chapter I've ever written and I really hope you enjoyed it! This story has been such a blast to write and I'm so happy with every single one of your comments either by review or message on tumblr. You are all literally the best people in the world. I wish I could hug you all and tell you how much it means to me that you even clicked on to story and gave me any kind of feedback. The epilogue will be up some time in the next week so keep a look out.
the song used in this chapter when Santana was in the gym is Chronicles of a fallen love by The Bloody Beetroots ft. Greta Svabo Bech.
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