Yay I'm home! Party hard everyone. Shit gets real in this chapter and hopefully from now on I'll update more frequently. It gets pretty serious, but of course there's some smut in the beginning and middle. Hope you like it.
Weekends were like the light at the end of the tunnel for Santana. For Brittany, it was the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. The week had passed smoothly, despite Brittany's confession which hadn't been brought up since, but certainly hadn't been forgotten. It was like an unspoken, invisible tension hanging between them. They were the same as always, but in a way, they weren't.
"Hi San!" Brittany exclaimed over the phone very early on Saturday morning. Santana winced and pulled the phone away from her ear before replying.
"Morning to you too." She replied groggily, rubbing her eyes lazily. "B, it's like nine in the morning, on a Saturday." Santana groaned the last word, knowing it wouldn't affect Brittany's enthusiasm whatsoever. The girl was just a constant ball of energy.
"Sorry. It's just my parents are going out soon and they asked if I was doing anything so they could drop me off, and I'm bored and you're not doing anything anyway. So.. I was thinking we could like, go to the mall or whatever you want. I- I could come over, but I get it if you don't want me to if your mom's home-"
Santana tuned out, falling back asleep after the first long winded sentence. When she heard a silence from the phone, she pulled it back to her ear, rolling over on her side. She really didn't want to leave the warmth of her bed, then a random thought struck her, falling from her mouth before she could realise she'd said it out loud.
"Lets have a sleepover." She said, registering her words when she heard an elated squeal of excitement on the other end of the phone. Seriously, a sleepover? What am I, five? She thought, shaking her head at her childish choice of words. She was just lucky she'd only been talking to Brittany, possibly the only person who wouldn't notice her slip.
"Yours or mine?" Brittany shot, sounding way too excited for this hour of the morning. Santana rolled her eyes, but couldn't suppress a smile.
"Yours. I'll drive over later, k?" Santana replied, trying to sound sweet through her unattractive morning grunt of a voice.
"Ok!" Brittany replied, bouncing up and down. They hadn't had a proper sleepover in like, ever. "I'll buy lollies and popcorn and we can watch movies and stay up all night." And Cuddle. Brittany added in her head with a whimsical smile.
"Sure, Britt." Santana yawned. "Now let me sleep!" She half joked.
Brittany pouted over the phone. "I wish I was there." She said, unabashed. Unaware that Santana was blushing furiously on the other end. She could believe Brittany could make something like that sound so sweet and innocent. She on the other hand, had a dirtier mind.
"Mmm, well too bad. Guess I'll just have to go back to sleep, unless you can think of any ways to wake me up." She whispered suggestively so that the implication wouldn't pass her by.
"Sannn.." Brittany whined. "That's not fair." She complained, wanting nothing more than to be on the other side of Santana's bed, or even more so, on top of her.
"I can't help it. You just woke me up from a very vivid sex dream and it was just getting to the good bit. Now I'm frustrated." Santana teased, knowing just how to work Brittany up. Although it was very true. It seemed almost every night she was having sex dreams about Brittany. She was sure it couldn't be healthy to be that obsessed, but she couldn't contain her raging hormones.
"San, my parents are leaving in like, five minutes and then I'll be alone. Please, pleaseeee get up. I promise it'll be worth it." Brittany pleaded, already mad with how hard she was beneath her loose boxers. It took all the willpower she possessed not to touch it, knowing she wouldn't be able to stop.
"Oh yeah? How so?" Santana tested with a smirk. Suddenly, she was wide awake. Knowing the power she had over Brittany was such a turn on.
"I don't know. Just get here, now. Ugh, you drive me crazy San, so crazy." Brittany whimpered, not knowing what had come over her to become this desperate, but ignoring how seriously ridiculous she sounded. Like she was about to burst.
"Gosh B, you sound really worked up." Santana played dumb, feeling her arousal shoot through her body, tingling her every nerve to life, like a mini electrocution. Her fingers absentmindedly fumbled with the band of her underwear, not yet delving further.
"I don't know what's going on, you've said barely anything and I'm so hard it hurts." Brittany said in a voice low with arousal that certainly convinced the equally horny Latina. Santana felt her stomach muscles clench as she pictured Brittany on the other end, her dick hard and ready for her.
"Britt, as much as I'd love to get my phone sex on with you, my parents are like, two doors down." Santana explained regretfully. Brittany half sighed half groaned through the phone in frustration.
"Just be quiet then. Please San." She begged, knowing all too well how to get her way. With a smirk she ran her free hand over the outside of her tented boxers, biting her lip as she grabbed onto her pulsating shaft through the thin material. Talk about morning glory. She thought.
"Britt, was that you?" Santana asked, hearing beeping noises on her phone and some ruffling noises.
"Yeah, sorry. Hey, look in your messages." Brittany said in a casual voice, laced with naughty intentions. She waited silently, smirking at what Santana was about to see.
Santana curiously took the phone from her ear and saw that she had one new text. Having no idea what to expect, she opened the message, her jaw dropping instantly at what she saw. Brittany from waist down, hard and naked, one hand wrapped around her cock showing off its impressive length. Noting the silence, Brittany's smirk widened.
"Like what you see, San?" She asked coyly, stroking her shaft as she did, imagining it was Santana's hand and not her own.
Santana's breathing was suspiciously heavier on the other end, her breaths panting against the speaker of the phone. It was hot, and unintentionally getting Brittany off.
"I bet you wish you were here now." Brittany husked smugly, stroking herself quickly, already close to her release.
"Fuck it." Santana grunted, darting to her feet, flinging on clothes haphazardly. "Don't move until I'm there, Britt. I mean it." Santana demanded, almost tripping over her jeans as she ungracefully tugged them on.
"Well you better hurry, my cock's not feeling patient today." Brittany said, her voice matching Santana's authority. It wasn't normal how easily she could go from innocent and sweet to a complete sex maniac. Not that Santana was complaining.
"I'm on my way. I'll be five minutes. Seriously, you better be naked on your bed when I get there." Santana ordered, feeling her arousal grow, along with adrenaline as she quietly snuck out of her own house and turned the car engine on.
"Your pussy better be ready." Brittany moaned, slowing her strokes, as torturous as it was. She knew when Santana arrived it would be worth it.
"Talk like that and it will be." Santana groaned, feeling her crotch burn in need.
After an abrupt hanging up, Santana threw some clothes on, not really caring what it was seeing as though they'd most likely be off within seconds of her arrival at Brittany's. She was just thankful there weren't many police in Lima, or she'd probably have lost her license for reckless driving on her pursuit to the Pierces.
Knowing Brittany well enough, she jiggled the front door handle which was of course, readily open. She was almost angry at the lack of safety precautions, but was too horny to care in that moment. She ran up the stairs at lightning speed, stumbling over one with a loud thud. She blushed and regained her footing, glad that nobody saw her embarrassing fall.
"Fucking stairs." She muttered, wincing in pain for a second before it completely numbed when she noticed the open door of Brittany's room. Her eyes widened, arousal sky-rocketing as she saw the girl laid out on her back, biting her lip, leering at her with those damn sexy bedroom eyes. Finally her eyes locked onto the huge, erect appendage hovering an inch above Brittany's naked stomach. She swallowed thickly, her body forgetting how to move. All it took was a come hither gesture from Brittany and Santana was practically at her knees, pleading for Brittany to give her an instruction.
"You were eight minutes." Brittany spoke evenly and plainly, a look of disinterest on her face as the took a glance down at a perplexed brunette.
"W-what?" Santana stuttered, disbelieving that Brittany could be so cruel. But the blonde's lips confirmed her suspicions as they curled up into a mischievous smirk.
"You said you'd be five. You were eight, and now my dick hurts. But clearly you don't want it enough, otherwise you would have been here faster." She said casually, despite the fact Santana's mouth was gaping in awe and frustration.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Santana spoke, low and deadly serious. She woke up early, drove all the way there and Brittany had the fucking nerve to reject her? Oh no, this was not going to go down. Santana may be a submissive little bitch at times, but she's still Santana freaking Lopez. She stood up quickly, towering over Brittany with an intimidating snarl on her lips.
"I fucking woke up early, came all the way here and got on my knees for your cock and you're going to lie there and watch me suffer? Oh hell no. Sit up, now." Santana demanded in her best HBIC voice. Brittany looked up, wide eyed and was reluctant for a second or two before shooting up, looking Santana directly in the eye. She couldn't deny that the tone of voice sent a jolt of arousal between her legs, causing her cock to twitch.
Santana noticed this, a smirk forming on her pouty lips as she continued looking down at her target. She moved forward, slowly and teasingly crawling over Brittany on all fours, careful not to make contact. Brittany's breath hitched and her cock throbbed really, really painfully. She looking down, seeing that it was turning an agitated red colour. The head was swollen and begging to be touched, so she thrust her hips up, but Santana was too quick and lifted her hips so that no contact was made.
"Uh uh." She tutted mockingly. "And to think.." She began in a husky voice, her hot breath hitting Brittany's ear causing her body to shudder. "I wore no panties because I thought you were going to be fair and let me fuck you. I guess that's too bad, seeing as though you seem fine teasing me, how about you use some of that energy to jack yourself off. You don't deserve my pussy, or my mouth"
Brittany whimpered, almost crying with need. She regretted being a tease, now all she wanted was for Santana to suck her off, or even just touch her. She was so desperate.
"I'm sorry baby, I just really need you and I wanted to make it sexy." Brittany explained truthfully. This was how they always did foreplay. But apparently not this morning. Call her a bad morning person, but Santana was over Brittany bossing her around all the time. She wanted some of the power for once.
"Just because you have a cock doesn't mean you can always tell me what to do!" Santana hissed, at this she thrust her hips down, rubbing the fabric of her jeans against Brittany's hard cock, eliciting a throaty groan. She held back her own noises of pleasure, although a slight whimper escaped when she thrust again, feeling Brittany's dick press into her wet slit. Before Brittany could get too big of a head, Santana pushed her clothed body down and pressed chaste kisses all over Brittany's jaw and neck.
"Mmm, I love your sweet lady kisses." Brittany cooed, running her fingers through silky dark hair and gripped her scalp to push Santana closer for much needed pressure.
"I bet you do." Santana husked, sucking lightly on her pulse point before increasing the pressure, this time scraping her teeth along the sensitive skin.
"Uh, shit." Brittany gasped, eyes clenching shut along with her thighs as Santana continued those playful, yet teasing kisses along her neck. Santana smiled against her, poking out her tongue and dragging it down to Brittany's collarbone to nibble down on.
"Please San.." Brittany pleaded breathily, pushing her head down to attempt to direct Santana between her legs. But the Latina wouldn't have any of it, biting down, hard, causing Brittany to whine loudly, throwing her head back at the painful sensation. But what she had expected to be an unpleasant pain, was more sexy than anything. She'd never seen Santana like this.
"You're so hot." She rasped, massaging her head with long, strong fingers. Santana mewled happily at the touch, like a dog being stroked. She basked in it, nuzzling into Brittany's hand. Before she knew it, she'd allowed the blonde to guide her down between her legs so that she was barely an inch away from her cock.
She looked up at Brittany with her big, brown eyes and was met with a dark blue, filled with swirling lust. She bit the inside of her lip, feeling herself dampen her thighs at the sight of pale, flushed cheeks, her eyes desperate with unspoken words of encouraging demands.
"Come on baby, I wanna see you stroke your cock for me. Show me how much you want to fuck my pussy." Santana demanded, her voice unwavering and low with need. Thankfully, Brittany's reluctance faded the second she gripped the base of her own cock.
Santana bit her lip as she watched Brittany's hand slowly stroke the length up and down, taking her sweet time, undoubtedly to tease the Latina, who wasn't having it, growling a low "Faster" which spurred Brittany on as she complied to the order. To Santana's satisfaction, she watched Brittany's hand working up and down her cock at a restlessly fast pace. Her breathing picked up as she looked Santana in the eye, the look of complete lust causing a spurt of precum to dribble onto her hand.
"Shit, I want you so bad." Brittany husked. Her skin was burning with the closeness of Santana, but at the same time it was maddening to have her right there and doing nothing but watching. It was a bittersweet torture to get herself off, but unusually enough it was really turning them both on.
Santana smirked, basking in the power she felt with this control over Brittany. She felt like she could make her do anything, and that was a major turn on. She had to resist sliding her fingers into her jeans to rub her pulsating clit.
"You look so hot jerking yourself off. I bet you're close. I bet you wish I'd touch you." She teased relentlessly, loving the way Brittany nodded frantically and squirmed desperately.
"Oh, fuck." Brittany moaned as her eyes rolled back. Her hips began to buck into her hand. "I'm so close, ugh, God I wish I was fucking you right now!" She whined breathlessly. Santana had to resist the temptation of letting her do just that. She was loving this too much.
"Cum all over yourself, show me what a dirty slut you are. You're loving this aren't you? You love it when I tell you what to do for once." She said, her voice raspier than usual. If that wasn't enough to set Brittany off, her words were. Especially since they were undoubtedly true.
"Oh fuck, I love it San. I- Oh my.. God! I'm cumming!" She suddenly cried out, her hot load shooting up and onto her stomach and as high as her tits. She kept up her frantic strokes while Santana tried not to cum just by watching Brittany writhe in her orgasm. Her jizz covering her taut abs and soft tits. Without another coherent thought, she lunged forward and licked the creamy substance from her skin. Brittany's eyes shot open and gasped at the sight.
"Fuck, and you think I'm dirty." She groaned, sinking her fingers into smooth brown hair, making sure that Santana lapped up each remaining rope of her warm cum.
"But, B you know I love your cum." Santana spoke in a teasing voice yet again. As expected, Brittany's cock didn't soften whatsoever.
"Can I fuck you now?" Brittany pleaded with an adorable pout. Santana laughed, shaking her head. How someone so dirty could sound so innocent was a mystery to her, but she loved every second of it.
As she was about to enthusiastically agree, fiddling with the button on her jeans as Brittany's massaged her thighs, there was an uncomfortable spasm in her stomach. Santana froze her actions, frowning. After a few seconds Brittany looked up at her, concerned.
"San, you ok?" She asked softly, eyebrows creasing as she watched Santana's face fall and contort into an expression of discomfort.
Her stomach churned and a wave of nausea washed over her, turning her face pale. She quickly stood up and backed away from Brittany, breathing deeply to try and regain some composure. But it only became worse. With a sickening wrench of her body, Santana's eyes widened and she bolted from the room covering her mouth.
Brittany lay in utter confusion before being jolted out of her shock by the sound of Santana undoubtedly vomiting into her toilet. She shot up, throwing on some clothes to make herself decent before running into the toilet, dropping to her knees and giving Santana's back a comforting rub. She didn't ask any questions, only cooed soothing words and delicately held back her hair as Santana released bile from her empty stomach.
Santana hadn't realised she was crying until she stopped throwing up. Brittany frowned sadly and flushed the toilet, worried half to death. Santana stood shakily and washed her mouth at the sink. Brittany pouted and wrapped her arms softly around Santana's waist to try to soothe her shaking.
"San why are you sick? It's not me, is it?" She asked self consciously, tightening her grip when she wasn't shoved away. So she assumed Santana felt a bit better.
"I-I don't know." Santana muttered, however her voice was weak and Brittany knew there was something more. She slowly nudged Santana to turn around, but when she did, she wouldn't look Brittany in the eye.
"Santana you can tell me." Brittany said reassuringly, cupping her chin.
Santana sighed deeply and fought back tears. She'd had the suspicion for a couple of days now, but this confirmed her fear. Every morning for the past couple of days she'd been sick. She tried to brush it off as nothing, but this was the fourth time in a row. There was only one thing that could mean, and it was certainly possible.
"Remember last week, when we had sex and you-you.." She trailed off, blinking open her eyes to try to make Brittany understand without actually saying it. Because if she did, it would become real. The nightmare would be real and she didn't want that, but more so she didn't want it for Brittany.
Brittany stared at her, still obviously confused, having no idea what she was referring to.
"What, baby?" She asked in a whisper. The endearment made Santana feel even worse for what she was about to say. She took a deep breath and looked up at Brittany with glossy eyes.
"We.. didn't use a condom. You- you came inside me, B. I've been sick every morning. I-I just.. didn't want to worry you. It's not fair.. ugh. I'm so stupid! I shouldn't have let you do it!" Santana raised her voice, finally losing her temper. She wasn't angry at Brittany, she was angry at herself for letting it happen.
Brittany was stunned to silence. She may be clueless sometimes, but she wasn't stupid, she knew what this meant. After Holly Holiday's lessons in Glee, this definitely wasn't a good thing. She took a shaky breath, bucking up the courage she didn't have to pull Santana into a tight hug.
"You're not stupid. I'm so sorry, I wasn't thinking. We were in the moment, you know? I.. didn't even know I could do that." She said quietly. At that, Santana's head shot up and she roughly pushed Brittany away, glaring at her incredulously.
"You didn't fucking know?" Santana cried, tears running freely down her cheeks. Brittany felt a tug at her chest and tried to touch and comfort Santana, but was pushed away again. Her heart broke. She hadn't meant for this to happen.
"I just thought.. well, I'm not a guy. I can't get a girl pregnant.." She explained weakly, only realising how stupid it sounded now.
"Oh my God, Brittany. You really are fucking stupid! Why do you think we use condoms? For fun? Holy shit, it's like you don't even care. You may not be a guy, but you may as well be. You just fuck me for your own pleasure don't you? Well I hope the couple of seconds it was worth that it got you off. I bet you're happy you don't have to deal with the shit I'm going through!" She was yelling now, losing her patience. She was definitely angry at Brittany now.
"Have you taken a test? It might just be a stomach bug or something." Brittany suggested hopelessly.
"Oh yeah, how convenient. A few days after we fuck and you spill your jizz into me I happen to get a stomach bug that only makes me sick in mornings and apparently makes my period late. Jesus, Brittany!" Again, Brittany only realised how stupid she sounded after she'd spoken. But she didn't want Santana to be angry with her, she really was sorry. She really didn't know.
"I'll buy you pregnancy tests, ok? Then if we still don't know I'll come with you to the doctor. You're angry now but this is just as much your problem as it is mine. I know it's my fault, but you certainly weren't complaining when I came inside you-"
"Oh so that makes it all ok! You accompany me along to see if you knocked me up. How nice, and then what if it's positive? Who has to fucking carry a foetus and wonder what the fuck to do with her life? Huh? Not you! For all I know you could just fuck off and do what you want and I'll be left with the baby. Maybe I'll end up like Quinn, alone and depressed with no one to give a fuck. What about my parents? My abeula already hates me, and my parents will surely fucking kick my ass out on the streets. Then you get the male privilege of having a cock, right? How is that fair? You fucked up, I deal with the consequences." She ranted while Brittany listened with a breaking heart. Feeling more guilty by the second.
"Stop acting like I raped you or something!" Brittany snapped hysterically shocking Santana into silence. "Stop thinking about yourself for ten seconds, Santana. You think I feel good about this? I'm trying to help!" Brittany cried, wishing for Santana to just listen and understand. But she knew how the girl was, her anger didn't subside that easily.
"Why the fuck do you even care? What are we anyway? We're nothing but fuck buddies." Santana spat bitterly.
Brittany's jaw dropped and she stepped forward this determination that was almost intimidating as she towered over the smaller Latina.
"Why do I care?" She repeated, hurt evident in her broken voice. Santana stared back, suddenly feeling guilty for her outburst. Her face softened.
"I told you I love you and you're asking why I care?" She seethed uncharacteristically. That's what scared Santana the most. She knew she'd taken it too far. Brittany was cut deep.
"Britt.." Santana tried softly, but the blonde stepped back towards the door and refused to make eye contact like she that disgusted. It made Santana hate herself. She felt like monster. She mentally slapped herself, but it was too late.
"I think we need time apart." She dared to say. Santana was taken aback.
"What?" She gasped. "Brittany I could be pregnant with your child and you're walking away?" Her world crashed down in that moment and she never felt more betrayed.
"Fuck you." She sneered, pushing past Brittany and left the room in brisk walk downstairs towards the front door. Brittany rushed after her, instantly taking it back. She just couldn't believe this was happening, could be happening. She might have knocked Santana up, this was her fault.
"I'm sorry! Santana, please just wait!" Brittany called out, running down the stairs two at a time before Santana could open the door to leave. She approached her and grabbed her wrist so that they were forced face to face.
"I shouldn't have said that. I just don't know what to do, I don't know what you want me to do." She said helplessly. Santana couldn't deny the sincerity in Brittany's voice and her sparkling blue eyes. As much as she wanted to turn around and leave, she knew it would do no good to the situation.
She sighed and tentatively leant towards Brittany who gasped in relief as she took her into a warm embrace. Brittany returned the hug and nuzzled into Santana's neck, taking in the familiar scent. It calmed her. They stayed like this for what may have been seconds, minutes or hours. Neither could tell.
"You're right. This isn't all about me-"
"No, don't say that." Brittany cut her off. "I was just angry, this is about you. You're the one who has to go through it all, I just have to be there. I can't imagine what you must be feeling right now. I'm worried too, though. I'm worried for you and what this could mean for us. Just.. promise you'll take a test as soon as I get you one, ok?" Brittany said, surprising Santana with her ability to be so easily apologetic.
"Ok.." Santana whispered in a small, but honest voice. Brittany felt relieved for the moment and entwined their fingers.
"Whatever happens, I'll be here." Brittany reassured, tightening the grip of their fingers together.
"I.." Santana began in a choked voice. Her heart thumped hard in her chest as she was overcome with emotion. "Thank you." She finished, trying to sound unaffected despite the guilt and shame she felt, again not being able to tell Brittany how she really felt. That she had fallen for her, hard.
Uh ohhh. What's gonna happen? So it's kinda/sorta a cliffhanger. For those who aren't into the whole idea of the pregnancy story line and are in this for the smut only, I've got ideas for the next few chapters and promise it wont get boring in that perspective. I get really shitty when I'm reading awesome smut then they get pregnant or there's a scare and it just gets boring and the smut dies. Well, I'm here to assure you that although there's some angst and shock horror, some plot, that this will still contain sexy times of some sort.