baconbreadstix – You and all the haters inspired me to update this quickly. Thank you.
Thank you so much to those who have kept with this fic and supported me. It means a lot. This one's for you guys. (You better like it because it's midnight and I've been writing this since around 9pm, I can't feel my eyeballs!) Please, no more hate, if you've gotta complain, make it constructive or pm me.
I actually love this chapter.
The next day back at school wasn't easy. Brittany and Santana were uncharacteristically reserved. There were no slushy facials, no signs of bullying, or even the offhand comment about Rachel Berry's choice of clothing. People were starting to wonder, and of course the first question had to come from Quinn Fabray.
"Santana, is something wrong? People are making up some crazy rumours, but I can tell when something's up. You're acting... weird." She said in a hushed voice, having made sure than no one else was present in the bathroom. Lucky for Quinn, Brittany was waiting for Santana in the cafeteria. So this was the perfect moment to corner her once best friend.
Santana scoffed, as if the observation was absurd. But Quinn always had this annoyingly accurate sixth sense about her. It made Santana uncomfortable, she instinctively felt paranoid about her stomach, as if Quinn could literally see right through her. She wrapped her arms protectively around her lower abdomen. The movement didn't pass by an already suspicious Quinn, who knew that defence mechanism more than well.
"Feeling sick?" Quinn asked, quircking an eyebrow. An almost smug expression covered her face the split second she saw Santana's facade falter. Their friendship may have faded, but she knew Santana like the back of her hand.
"You know you can talk to me if something is wrong." She reassured, hoping not to scare the girl off. Especially if her suspicions were correct. She hoped to God they weren't, but the way Santana stayed completely silent, staring blankly at the floor heightened her concern.
Santana finally looked up into honest, hazel eyes. Quinn was being sincere, and for a second she even considered telling her, but before the words could spill from her mouth, the bathroom door swung open and Brittany stopped in the doorway, looking relieved, yet guilty, thinking she had interrupted a moment. Santana released a shaky breath, and gave Quinn and apologetic look before joining Brittany.
"What happened back there?" Brittany asked, walking close by Santana as they made their way through the empty hallway.
Santana bit her lip, feeling sick at the thought of people finding out about them. Quinn had almost got her, but thankfully Brittany had stopped her from making that mistake. Although, of all people, Quinn Fabray would probably be the only person she could empathise with. After all, she had fallen pregnant no less than two years ago. Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea to confide in her.
"I think she knows something's up. I mean, it is Quinn, not a thing gets by her." Santana sighed as they approached the cafeteria. Before they entered, Brittany tugged her back by her wrist and she swung around to face her with a confused expression.
"Sorry, I just don't really want to be around people today. I feel like they're looking at us weird. Lets go to the choir room." Brittany said, and Santana willingly complied. She couldn't bare anymore judgemental glares. It almost made her feel sorry for Quinn, knowing that this was only the beginning.
Once they were inside, they sat down on their usual chairs and turned them so that they could face each other. Santana kicked up her feet and lay her legs across Brittany's lap like it was the most natural thing in the world, and Brittany smiled, lovingly stroking her smooth, tan skin.
"Do you think we should tell Quinn? I mean, maybe she could help us." Brittany suggested carefully. She didn't want to make Santana do anything she wasn't ready to do, but she did have her well-being at heart, and would do anything to ease this situation.
Santana thought about it for a while, thinking about the possible outcomes. In the end, she realised that Quinn would never tell anyone, and from knowing each other for so long, she'd always known about Brittany's condition. Plus, she had been through it all before, and would most likely understand what they're going through. Santana really wanted to talk to her about getting kicked out, remembering when Quinn was in this exact position. She still held a deep rooted respect for the girl and what she went through.
"I want to." Santana said confidently, but with some resignation towards the end. "Just not yet. I feel like we need to figure out stuff between us first, you know? I feel like I've been a bitch to you." She said, feeling an unnatural wave of guilt shadow over an otherwise steady atmosphere.
"You keep saying that, but I don't understand. You've been so brave through all of this. You're always thinking about me, sometimes I think you just need to focus on yourself. Stress isn't good for the baby, San. I googled it. Actually, I googled a lot of stuff. But some of it was really confusing and they used all these medical terms." Brittany scrunched her face up, remembering something about excessive salivation and vaginal discharge. She hoped none of that happened to Santana.
Santana just smiled at the thought of Brittany googling 'effects of pregnancy' and staring at all the results like they were written in a foreign language.
"I'm only couple of weeks in, Britt. I don't think any of that crazy emotional stuff is going to happen for a while. But I don't really know, maybe I do need to talk to Quinn. She got really scary sometimes. I don't want to be like that." Santana thought, suddenly worried about all the things that might happen to her body. Things she couldn't control. It was scary.
"Honey, you're always crazy." Brittany teased, earning an exaggerated glare from Santana who tried to look offended. "But I think it's cute." Brittany whispered, like it was a secret. Santana felt a shiver down her spine at the closeness of Brittany's breath. Suddenly it dawned on her that it had been way too long since she'd had some action, which was crazy because action got her into this situation in the first place. Ugh, her mind was so conflicted.
Brittany noticed Santana change of demeanour, pleased with herself for gaining such a flushed result. She loved having this effect on Santana, and couldn't help but test her limits.
"My parents wont be home until six." Brittany husked suggestively, eliciting an almost inaudible gasp from Santana, who was trying desperately to hide the fact that she was so aroused. It had only been two days since she found out she was pregnant and Brittany was already making her want to fuck her senseless. She blamed her non existent baby hormones, because that's all she could do to make herself feel less desperate in that moment.
"Britt, don't you think it's a bit soon?" Santana tried, sounding completely unconvincing. She wanted this as much as Brittany, as wrong as it was to be craving sex so soon. She really should have learnt her lesson. But one mistake didn't mean they couldn't ever have sex again, right? Because that's crazy.
"Sorry." Brittany instantly back tracked, feeling guilty already. It made her feel insensitive to be doing this to Santana right after she got her knocked up. But she honestly couldn't control her hormones, and Santana although pregnant, hadn't changed one bit in the sexy factor.
"I shouldn't be pressuring you or anything, not after all this." She hung her head, trying to ignore the stirring between her legs.
"Well it's a bit late now, don't you think? What's done is done, it doesn't mean I'm not crazy horny. It's not like it could get worse, I'm already pregnant." Santana tried to joke, but her delivery was dry. Still, she had to admit that this sudden talk of sex was reawakening her forgotten hormones.
She shifted in her chair, acutely aware of the way the hard plastic of the chair rubbed against her crotch. For a split second, her mind wandered to how good it would feel if it was replaced by Brittany's-
RING!
Santana groaned, that bell was such a cock block. She had to be grateful that at least she shared her next class with Brittany, whether that was a curse or a blessing in her current state of arousal she couldn't yet determine. They linked pinkies, ignoring the looks and the whispering as best she could until finally they made it to their classroom and sat down next to each other.
A few minutes into a boring lecture, Santana could feel Brittany's eyes burning through her skin. She found it cute that she couldn't control herself enough to look away, and eventually turned, acting as if she'd just caught Brittany, who looked away, blushing.
Santana smiled and flipped open her book, quietly ripping out a bit of paper and began writing on it. When she was done, she looked up to make sure the teacher wasn't looking in their direction and swiftly slid the note over to Brittany's desk. Brittany couldn't help but smile, they hadn't sent each other notes in class for ages. She opened it excitedly.
This is so boring :( I wish we could ditch and go back to your house.
Brittany smirked and began writing back, flirting like they were horny fifteen year olds again. It was kind of fun, and exhilarating. She passed the paper back to Santana, who had been pretending to listen to the teacher, when really she was wondering what Brittany was writing. She bit her lip when she saw the paper, unfolding it quickly.
Me too baby, I know it's bad but like, I've totally got a boner right now. It's kinda embarrassing... :S
When Santana opened the note, she hadn't been expecting that kind of response. She choked, but hid it behind a fake cough, not to attract attention. She couldn't help but turn her head to look between Brittany's legs. Evidently, her thighs were squeezing together for dear life, as a visible bulge prodded at the crotch of her shorts. It made it really, really difficult for Santana not to jump her right then. Despite her pregnancy, she was still a sexually deprived teenage girl with raging hormones and absolutely no will power. She had to tear her eyes away to reply to the note with a shaky hand and threw it back to Brittany who opened it eagerly.
Are you trying to get me to suck you off in class again? Coz that so ain't happening. I guess you're just gonna have to wait, B. If you're lucky I might let you in on some action later, only if you're good.
This should have settled Brittany's raging boner, but somehow, it only made it worse. The promise of some action, any action was making her mouth water. It felt like years since they'd last been intimate. Even if she could just touch Santana's boobs, she'd be happy. She just wanted something, anything. So she wrote back and slid the message back to Santana.
You're so mean :[ I'm gonna have to walk around with my books in front of my crotch. Ugh, you're so in for it later San.
Even though she hated to admit it, Santana really liked the sound of that and she was just as eager as Brittany for the promise of this afternoon. Their unplanned break of sex had increased their desire even more than usual, and neither could deny the swelling arousal between their legs. Santana was just glad that she had the privilege of staying hidden, whilst Brittany had to walk around covering herself for the rest of the day looking completely uncomfortable. It was mean to think it, but Santana thought that it was adorable. She even teased her a little bit, but not too much. She didn't want to be a bitch.
As soon as the bell rang after last period, both girls were the first out of class, for Santana even quicker than usual. They met in the hallway, hiding their giddy smirks as they walked side by side towards Santana's car. They made no effort to hide their desperation once alone, as Santana practically skidded out of the school car park and sped off onto the mostly empty road.
Brittany tried to contain herself throughout the short ride, that all of a sudden felt like an extremely long journey. But there was no ignoring the painful straining inside her pants, she was literally throbbing as she raked her eyes over Santana's body. Just the tiniest gap of cleavage made her cock twitch.
"God..." She gasped quietly, not realising she said it out loud until Santana's head snapped towards her, eyes darting straight to her bulging crotch. If Santana was maintaining some kind of self control before that, it was gone in the instant Brittany let out that husky noise of arousal. It was by far the sexiest noise she had ever heard.
She broke all the speed limits, and focused on the road as much as she could until finally she pulled up diagonally into her driveway, not even caring about her slopping parking. They shared a second of eye contact before unbuckling their seat belts and running towards the door, falling through it and slammed it shut with Santana's back pressed up against the harsh wood.
"Your room, now." Santana demanded, just before their lips crashed against each other. Brittany looked at her impatiently, but quickly turned, tugging Santana along with her until they were in the safety of her room.
Their bodies pressed flush together in the middle of the room, as did their lips which parted immediately into a heated, impatient kiss. Their tongues weren't shy as they fought to feel more of each other, resulting in hungry nips and tugs of each others lips until their arousal could no longer be ignored.
Santana turned Brittany around, pushing her by her waist towards the bed and crawled on top of her. Her lips instantly latched onto Brittany's neck, sucking hard, marking her. She felt more possessive than usual, which was almost impossible for her, but it was like she had to prove that Brittany was hers, that she wasn't anyone else's. It was a mixture of irrational fear of Brittany leaving her, and the fact that they had created a baby together. Surely that meant something, and Santana had to prove it.
"You're mine." She growled against Brittany's jaw, trailing up to her ear, licking the outer shell before repeating the words directly against the sensitive skin. "Mine."
Brittany shuddered, unexpectedly turned on by Santana's sudden primal marking of her body, of her. It was really fucking sexy. Before she could even process the ridiculous arousal between her legs, Santana began grinding against her crotch, so that she could feel her warmth beneath her panties against her bugle. She couldn't hold back any longer.
"God, fuck you're so sexy." She gasped, arching her back and bucking her hips. This movement elicited a whimper from Santana, who in turn rocked even harder against Brittany's dick, tugging her shirt between her fist, her knuckles turning white.
"Take this shit off." Brittany groaned, roughly tugging the hem of Santana's tight dress.
In seconds, she had effectively ripped the garment over Santana's head and thrown in wantonly across the room before crashing together in another demanding kiss. Their hair was messy and dishevelled, and their cheeks were burning red from arousal. They dry humped like animals for a minute before Santana made an inhumane growling noise and tugged at Brittany's shorts with unexpected force. She had pulled so hard that the button actually came undone, rather, broken off and flung across the bed.
Brittany whimpered as her cock was freed from its confines, as Santana ripped off her shorts and briefs, so all that was left covering their bodies was two bra's, and Santana's panties. Well, Brittany was about to make things even. She grabbed Santana's waist, and powerfully flipped her over, landing with a thud against the bed as the blonde topped her proudly.
"Oh God..." Santana moaned, eyes rolling back as she felt Brittany's cock land with a slap against her lower stomach. She was so turned on, it was unbelievable. She had honestly never felt this horny in her life, she couldn't even think straight.
Brittany took her own bra off in record time, letting it fall from her arms and threw it away so that she was completely naked. When Santana reopened her eyes, she was met with a welcome surprise. Her hands instinctively sought Brittany's breasts, reaching out her arms to cup them both firmly. Brittany bit back a moan at the touch, but her arousal shot straight to her cock and it twitched angrily against Santana's stomach.
"Off." Brittany barely mustered, pointing to Santana's bra as she hastily worked on her panties, lifting her hips so that she could pull them off, not wasting a second before she knelt over and took in the scent of Santana's dripping arousal. The smell sent a warmth to the pit of her stomach, and she couldn't bare to wait one more second before tasting her.
Santana wasn't expecting the sensation that shot from her core throughout her entire body as Brittany's tongue slowly stroked through her wet slit. Her hips jerked violently, almost knocking Brittany out. She'd never felt anything so painfully satisfying in her life, and threw her arms down, raking her nails through Brittany's scalp as she continued lapping up her soaked folds.
"You're so wet, and you taste so good. Fuck, I've missed eating your pussy." Brittany rasped against the sensitive organ, her hot breath jolting Santana's clit as she spoke.
"Please Britt." Santana whimpered, legs jerking, head flung back. Brittany paused for a second to capture the beauty of the moment, having never seen anything more gorgeous than Santana completely taken by her own desire.
"Don't worry, baby, I'll make you come. I'll make you come really hard, because you deserve to be treated good. Then I'm gonna make you come again, until you can't take anymore." She husked before latching her lips over Santana's pulsing clit and sucked it hard.
"Oh, fuck! Britt!" Santana whined loudly, nails digging even harder into her scalp. Her hips began to buck into Brittany's mouth, and it was so hot that Brittany almost blew her load just from eating her out.
She dipped her tongue lower until she found Santana's entrance and thrust her tongue in as deep as it would go. At this, Santana's entire body shuddered, and a high pitched whine left her throat, like she had been on the edge of an orgasm this whole time. Which Brittany could only guess was true.
Santana had never felt more sensitive, each thrust of Brittany's tongue made her pussy throb so hard that her body would jolt each time. A long overdue orgasm built in the pit of her stomach, coiling tightly.
"Oh, oh, keep going Britt, faster, faster please." Santana begged, pushing Brittany's head into her pussy deeper with each thrust of her tongue, before tugging her hair and directing her mouth towards her aching clit. Brittany took the hint, and began flicking her tongue against the swollen nub, alternating between circles and sucking down hard, the way Santana liked it.
It wasn't long before Santana felt a familiar tug in her core, stiffening her whole body. For a second, she was completely still, until Brittany flicked her tongue once more, pushing her over the edge.
"Ohhhh fuck Brittany..." She moaned, falling into an intense, shaking orgasm that ripped through every limb and every nerve, lighting her body on fire. All the while, Brittany lapped at her entrance, tasting all of her come as she convulsed and yelled incoherent words between chanting Brittany's name and ripping loose hairs from her abused scalp.
It was almost a whole minute until she started to come down from her orgasm, loosening her grip in Brittany's hair and becoming limp and oversensitive. Eventually, Brittany pulled away, as Santana basked in the aftershocks of an amazing orgasm.
"Holy fucking shit, B. I can't feel my pussy." Santana said thought an incredulous laugh, like she couldn't believe how hard she just came. She had to give a couple of minutes for her body to calm down and to stop shuddering in pleasure. She also couldn't believe how unselfish Brittany was being. She'd been so hard all day, and here she was, post orgasm and Brittany hadn't even tried to get off.
"I just want to make you feel good, honey." Brittany cooed sweetly, sliding back up Santana's body, placing a tender kiss on her lips, which Santana deepened so that she could taste herself. They made out like this for minutes on end, completely content, even Brittany whose dick was almost purple, throbbing in pain. But she had to remind herself that this wasn't about her anymore. It never should have been. Of course Santana would never admit her feelings if all she did was dominate her. There was a time and place, and this moment was definitely all for Santana.
"B, I want to make you feel good too." Santana broke the kiss, almost pouting. Brittany smiled despite herself. Maybe it was ok if it was something Santana wanted, at least, it made her feel less guilty that way.
"I know, honey. But I'd feel really bad if I made this about me, when it shouldn't be." She said, gently caressing Santana's jaw with her thumb.
"I like making you feel good, just as much as you like making me feel good. Please, I promise I want this. I can tell that it hurts, it's really red, Britt." Santana pouted, working her charm well enough that Brittany couldn't resist her any longer.
"Ugh, fine. But only if you want to." She reassured, and Santana rolled her eyes.
"Britt, I like it a lot when you're all sexy and dominant. Just because I'm pregnant doesn't mean I'm not your slut, baby." She pouted, talking in a voice that was bordering on babyish, which Santana never ever did, and knew got Brittany off like crazy because it was like the ultimate submissive offering.
"Nooo, I know what you're doing. I'm not going to be rough or talk dirty, San. I can't." Brittany practically pleaded, crumbling at the way Santana looked up at her with those fucking puppy dog eyes. She was really going to torture her into this.
"But baby, your cock's so hard." Santana frowned, taking the pulsating length in her hand, pumping it once for effect. In return, Brittany's hips jerked, hard and she let out a tiny whimper.
"I want you to make me yours. Please." Santana begged, slowly stroking Brittany's cock who by now, couldn't take the teasing any longer.
"Fine. You want me to fuck you San? Are you that desperate?" She hissed, but her tone wasn't angry, or condescending. It was low and sexy, brimmed with desire just the way Santana loved it. Because at same time, Brittany was taking control, but not degrading her.
"Yes baby, I want you inside me, fucking me hard. I know you want it just as much as I do." Santana husked, unashamed by her words, knowing Brittany felt exactly the same.
Brittany couldn't deny it even if she wanted to. With Santana so ready for her, pleading so desperately, she couldn't stop her hips from thrusting forward, pushing her cock inside of Santana wet, hot pussy. She was so slick that she could easily slide inside of her and it only took a few seconds to fill her to the hilt.
"Mmm, does that feel good?" Brittany asked, making sure that this was still ok, and that Santana really did want this.
"Uhh, so, so good. Your cock feels so good, B. Please fuck me, I need you baby, I can't take it anymore." She begged, thrashing her head about the bed in a way that made Brittany groan in pleasure. She couldn't cope with how good Santana looked when she was this horny for her.
"You're still so tight, honey. I can feel your pussy squeezing my cock." Brittany moaned, starting a steady rhythm, thrusting in and out, finding her pace so that she could build up to an amazing orgasm for the both of them. She prayed that she could keep from blowing her load, determined to pull out before she came.
"You still feel so big." Santana moaned, opening her eyes to watch Brittany pound into her in awe. Watching Brittany's cock sheathe inside of her always brought her that little bit closer to the edge. Seeing something so big slide in and out of her with such ease turned her on like nothing else.
"Look at me." Brittany, almost in question, her voice void from her usual authority, and oddly, Santana found that her body reacted double as much when she did this.
She looked up, looking into glazed over, sparkling blue eyes. Then something changed, the pleasure grew, and her orgasm approached, but it wasn't the usual rough pounding and dirty talking that threw her over the edge, it was the way Brittany looked at her. In one look, she felt that this was anything but mindless fucking, because Brittany looked at her like she was the most precious, special thing in the world.
"God, Britt, I love you so much." She meant to say it, but at the same time, it surprised her that she actually did say it. That even though they were about to come, she had finally said it and for a second, Brittany couldn't believe it. Her hips stopped rolling and her eyes widened.
"Oh God, don't stop baby, please." Santana begged, rocking her hips into Brittany for some kind of friction. She was so close, so ready.
"Say it again." Brittany said, her voice raw and needy.
"Mmmph, Brittany I love you so fucking much, please just keep going, I need this. Make love to me." Those last four words did it for Brittany, snapped her back into reality. She picked up her previous rhythm, except this time she could feel Santana's eyes on her, not begging for an orgasm, but to feel as one with Brittany when she came.
"Again." Brittany begged hoarsely, thrusting into Santana's tightening pussy. She had never felt anything like this, it dawned on her that this was real, this was what is was supposed to be like. So she poured every last bit of energy she had into bringing Santana over the edge, crashing into an orgasm that not only made her body feel amazing, but made everything else feel right.
"Oh fuckkk, Britt. I love you, I love you, I love you..." She chanted, unable to stop herself.
In that moment, they were one, and when Brittany came inside her, it wasn't dirty, or for more pleasure, it was the two of them combined, basking in the mutual feeling of love and adoration.
"That was for our baby. That's how it should have been." Santana whispered, after coming down from her high, along with Brittany, who collapsed next to her, snuggling into her side for desperate need of contact and reassurance.
"Did you mean it?" Brittany asked, sounding unsure. The quiver in her voice made Santana want to scream it from the rooftop.
"Brittany, I love you. I'm sorry I've been such a coward, I-I just couldn't pretend any longer. I was scared, but I'm not anymore, because you're all I need, Britt. I just want you." Santana said, looking straight into Brittany's now teary eyes, matching her own.
Brittany smiled, and then Santana smiled back, and they paused for a second before bursting out in laughter. They really looked like a couple of crazy people, but neither cared, because that moment was perfect. That moment meant everything.
"I love you too, always have, always will." Brittany said, more sure of herself than ever before.
"I'm glad that I've got you. I think I'm the luckiest girl in the world." Santana cooed, blushing at how sappy her words sounded, which Brittany only found even more adorable.
She leant forward and kissed Santana's nose. "No honey, I'm lucky I've got you." She whispered, before pressing their lips together into their first honest kiss as lovers.