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Tuesday morning Brittany wakes up in her bed to her alarm clock sounding. She notes, as she did the previous morning that waking up with Santana is just better. Sleeping with Santana was better. But unfortunately it's a weekday and Santana probably doesn't want her there all the time, and it's not practical. Right? She shakes her head. Being someone's girlfriend for less than a week shouldn't make you want to never be away from them, Brittany thinks to herself. Not far away, Santana is trying to tell herself the same things. But with Brittany in her arms, everything just feels better. Even mornings suck less. And that's saying something because mornings suck pretty bad, she thinks.
After her first class that morning, she had a half an hour break before the next one. She heads to the next class room, and sits in the empty room waiting for the rest of the class to get there, and does a little bit of homework she had left from yesterday. Things are still going much better now that her and Santana are regularly doing homework together. Her phone starts to vibrate and she's confused because the Latina is in class and who else would be calling? She looks at it, it says 'Home'. Confused, she answers.
"Hello?"
"Hello Brittany it's your mother. Sorry I haven't been returning your calls, your father and I have been busy."
"It's ok."
"How are you doing in classes? Do you think you're going to pass this semester? Be honest with me Brittany." She says harshly. And that hurts Brittany's feelings. She knows that she never did well in high school, but she's always honest. And beyond that, why would her own mother assume she's not doing well?
"I'm doing ok I think. I have tutors."
"Mmm. Well. Remember our deal. If you don't do well enough to keep the scholarship, and we have to pay, you're switching to business. Is this still understood?" Brittany nods. And then makes a sound to the affirmative out loud, remembering that her mom can't see her. Which she's kind of glad for right now.
"So. You're sister and I were talking, your nineteenth birthday is coming up. How do you feel about breast implants? I mean you're barely a B cup." This sentence comes out with excitement. And Brittany is unsure what to think.
"Uh I'm not really-I don't know if I want breast implants."
"Of course you do. Don't be stupid Brittany, it's not that painful. Your sister and I have both had it done. And what do I always tell you?" Brittany's eyes stung with tears. She hates her mother's motto. Really, it's her mother's motto for her. But it still hurts her feelings.
"If you can't be smart, at least you can be pretty."
"That's right. So have you spoken to Tommy recently?" Brittany feels her breath catch at her mother's fond tone.
"No. We're not together."
"Well I didn't know if you'd come to your senses and gotten over your little dispute. His mother and I were talking, we both still think you'll end up together. And you'd me lucky too. Maybe you should give him a call. He's doing really well in football and in classes."
"Oh uh yeah." The blonde is not sure how to respond to her mother. It pains her to hear her mother refer to any of her problems with Tommy as a little dispute, especially the one that finally caused her to walk away.
"Well I've got to go. Meetings and all that. When should I make your appointment with my surgeon? You'll have to go to a consultation first before the actual appointment so you'll need to free dates. I bet I could get you in for both over Christmas break."
"I don't know."
"Well I need to know as soon as possible to make the appointment. So let me know when you want to go soon. Bye."
And her mother hung up. It's not that she didn't know if she'd be available, she didn't know if she wanted a boob job. Her mother had brought it up to her several times in the past. Yeah her boobs were small but she was a dancer and it would hurt if they were too big. But maybe she'd look better if they were bigger. Prettier. She was taller than Santana, but her boobs were much bigger. Maybe she was too small. She looked down at her chest. She hadn't felt bad about it in a long time. Not since last time her mother brought it up, or since Tommy when he'd bring it up all the time. She started to feel sad, and her eyes started to sting again. So she forced herself back into her homework for the last few minutes before class started, and figured she'd think about it later.
On Wednesday she couldn't meet Santana until dinner. She had stayed in one of the rehearsal studios to work on some stuff for her dance improv class when she got the text that Santana was outside. Excited to see her she grabbed her bag, put her shoes on and ran outside not thinking about how little she was wearing.
When Santana saw Brittany exit the building her breath caught. She had on short shorts, a sports bra, and was glistening with sweat. She started at her legs and drew her eye upwards over her defined thighs and over the lightly defined lines of her abdomen. As her eyes continue their journey up she pauses on her girlfriend's chest, she can see the outline of her nipples and she subconsciously licks her bottom lip. She's turned on. No doubt. She drags her focus by force up to Brittany's smiling face and beautiful blue eyes as to prevent having to deal with being hard and uncomfortable all of dinner. Dinner. At the dining hall. Where other people could look at Brittany like that. Nope, no way she thought. She looked in her back seat to see if she had anything to put on over Brittany's barely covered torso when the passenger door opened.
Brittany leaned in and kissed Santana lightly. Relishing in the softness of her lips. "What are you looking for babe?" She asks as Santana looks again to the back seat.
"Just a shirt or something. For you. So you don't get" she pauses. Momentarily distracted by her girlfriends back muscles as she leans down looking into her bag. "uh…cold."
Brittany laughs at the Latina's open mouth stare. She pulls a tank top out of her bag. "It's like eighty degrees out San."
"I also kind of don't want all of those people to get to look at you like that." She said sheepishly. "I mean I'm not being possessive or anything and you can do whatever you want it was just gut reaction I guess."
"It's ok I wouldn't want you walking into a dining hall dressed like this either. You'd cause a sex riot." Santana laughs loudly.
"A sex riot?"
"Yeah. I mean, look at you."
"Look at you B. You'd cause one too. It'd be pandemonium." Brittany's smile shifts to something less joyous.
"Nah. I look like I'm twelve. Completely flat." The blonde's eyes look down to her lap. But she quickly looks back up and smiles. "Let's go! I'm starving."
Santana is confused by the shift in Brittany. Yeah, she doesn't have the biggest boobs but she's thin, they'd look strange on her. Plus, Santana imagines, even if Brittany's were as big as hers dancing might be uncomfortable. Especially on her frame. Plus, Brittany hasn't have shown any real lack of confidence in her body. It's been one point of very little issue for her. Which it should be, she thinks, my girlfriend is fucking beautiful. But she lets it go. Because that's clearly what Brittany wants her to do.
At dinner she manages to try and work in how beautiful she thinks Brittany is, and manages successfully once. The second time she just kind of blurts it out, out of context. Brittany cocked her head to the side and laughed but leaned over the entire table, nearly knocking everything over, to give her a kiss anyway. Some guy at another table makes the mistake of whistling at them as Brittany does it. Santana nearly gets them kicked out of the dining hall when she hits him in the side of the head with an orange and threatens him with the razor blades in her hair. Brittany is pretty sure Santana is the most amazing person in the world.
"So my brothers called. They are definitely coming up. They'll be here Friday. Do you have any plans this weekend? If you really don't want to meet them I can make them not come."
"No! I want to spend all weekend with you. If you want to spend it with me. And of course I want to meet them, especially if they're driving up to approve of me. You think they will right?"
"Yeah B. They will. How could they not? Do you maybe want to spend the night this weekend? Like last weekend only with power? Maybe we could do a movie night or something low key on Saturday?" Brittany nearly leaped over the table again in her excitement that Santana might want to spend the entire weekend with her. But she reined it in. Of course Santana wanted to spend time together, they were girlfriends. So she took a deep breath and composed herself as much as she could. But still bouncing with excitement when she responded.
"Yes!" And then of course, "But could we maybe do some homework too? I am worried about my test next week." Santana rubbed her thumb over the blonde's knuckles.
"Mhmm. Already planned on that. And don't be to nervous Britt-Britt. You'll do well."
After dinner they did the usual routine of homework, this time at the coffee shop instead of the library. And then Santana dropped her off at her dorm and went home. She got a message from Sam that night asking if she wanted to go to the gym in the morning, so she set her alarm earlier, and after a few goodnight texts back and forth with Santana, she fell asleep.
At the gym the next morning with Sam she found herself looking in the mirror at her body. She turned side ways and looked at her profile. Maybe her mom was right. She didn't think she wanted to but if she looked better maybe it'd be worth it? She didn't want to not be enough for Santana. Maybe if she just got them done, her mom would have less to complain about. She'd have more in common with her and her sister. She turned to Sam. "Sam are my boobs small?"
Sam nearly dropped the weight on his chest in surprise before setting it back into its brackets and turning to Brittany. "What?"
"Are my boobs small?" He laughed. "Sam this is serious!"
"Ok ok I'm sorry for laughing. Well first off don't even tell Santana you asked me that question because somehow I'll get hit for it." Then he stood in front of the mirror with Brittany and cocked his head to the side, looking objectively. "Bro to bro?" Brittany nods. "Yeah I mean they are small. But so are you. So it fits. They aren't to small for you I don't think. Like they don't look weird." Brittany looked at him confused. She didn't think she looked weird, just flat chested.
"Thanks. I think." Sam nodded, pleased with himself for being able to help, and went back to weights. Brittany just noted that Sam also thought they were small.
As Brittany was going about her day trying to not be nervous about meeting Santana's brothers as well as trying to not think about what her mother had suggested she received a text from Santana.
From Santana: Hey babe I was thinking if you really are nervous about next weeks test, we should skip LGBTA tonight and study so that way you're less nervous and we have more time together not studying this weekend. Think about it. You look pretty today.
She knew that Santana hadn't seen her yet today how did she know if she looked pretty? Also she was wearing sweats and a tank top because she had dance right after this class.
To Santana: Yes. Good plan. Also how do you know I look pretty? I look homeless.
When Santana read that she laughed out loud getting looks from other people in the lounge in the music building. She loved how funny Brittany was without trying.
To Brittany: You don't look homeless boo. Also, I know because you always look pretty. Meet you for dinner and then studying?
From Brittany: You're cheesy. But I still blushed. It's a date.
That night they met at the dining hall for dinner, and then went to the library. They got through what they could as far as studying went. Brittany was having a hard time keeping herself focused between what her mother had said, the nerves of meeting Santana's brothers, the nerves of the test in general, and for whatever the reason the library felt extra loud today. Plus any time Santana would lean over to try and explain something to her she could smell her perfume and shampoo and she just wanted to lay with her and be with her and it not be about homework. Every time they'd seen each other since Sunday it had been about homework or eating.
She was slightly lost in thought when she got a text from her mother, which she wasn't expecting.
From Mom: I made an appointment for you the week after Christmas break starts.
That's all it said. She stared at it for a second, confused. She hadn't ever said she wanted to do that. She wasn't sure, she needed more time to think. Brittany started to get upset, and Santana noticed the shift in her immediately, although didn't know what it was.
"Everything ok babe? Who was that?" Brittany nods to tell Santana that everything is ok. She didn't know why she felt so embarrassed to talk to her about this. She wondered if Santana would be happy if she had the surgery. What girl or guy wouldn't want their flat chested girlfriend to suddenly not be anymore? Tommy sure mentioned it enough.
"My mom. It's nothing." Santana didn't really believe her. She only had ever heard things about this woman that made her sick. But she didn't want to pry if Brittany didn't want to talk.
"Oh. Do you talk to her often?" She thought the question was generic enough, and she was curious. Brittany shakes her head no.
"I heard from her for the first time a couple days ago. About my birthday."
"Are they going to come visit you or something?"
"No." The way the blonde answered made Santana pretty sure the conversation was over. She could also feel Brittany shutting down, be it from whatever her mother had said, or the amount of homework they'd done today.
"I don't know about you but I'm getting kind of tired. Want to call it a night? We could do some more on Sunday. Give our brains a break?" Brittany looked at her and slowly leaned in and put her head on Santana's shoulder, putting her nose into the Latina's neck and taking a deep breath. Santana could tell Brittany was looking for comfort she just wished she knew what it was for.
"You sure everything is ok B?" Brittany hesitated before answering yes. What she wanted was to ask Santana if she could go home with her. She felt uncomfortable with herself right now and it was a feeling she wasn't very used to. She wanted to talk this out with her. She wanted to not feel so embarrassed about the situation. But she didn't want to overwhelm Santana with her problems, or her feelings. So she just said that everything was fine.
Santana was still unconvinced but unwilling to pry. She didn't know if it was her place. She knew she wanted to pry. That Brittany was her girlfriend, and while that didn't entitle her to anything, it did give her a responsibility to make sure Brittany was ok. But where was the line? It wasn't like she was crying, or that Santana had any proof that something was going on. Just a feeling. So she did what she could to let it go.
They packed up and Santana took Brittany back to her dorm. "So my brothers will be here around seven tomorrow. Want to come to my place a little early?"
"Definitely. I'll walk over after I shower and stuff after class. Is that ok?"
"I guess I can wait that long if I have to." Santana said as she leaned in to capture Brittany's lips in a sweet kiss. They continued to kiss for a few more minutes before they pulled apart.
"I'll miss you till tomorrow." Brittany said. There was something in her voice that made Santana want to hug her. So she did. Hoping that whatever was going on with Brittany was just a weird mood and that she'd be fine by tomorrow.
"I'll miss you too baby." Santana kissed her again. When Brittany got upstairs to her dorm room she wanted nothing more than to just not think and fall asleep. So she got her ipod out, put on a play list that just so happened to coincidentally remind her of Santana. It didn't take long for her to fall asleep, she didn't even change out of her clothes.
After classes the next day Brittany went back to her apartment to change and grab some pajamas. She was extremely excited to be able to sleep at Santana's tonight. She never thought she'd love just laying with someone so much. Tommy never stayed over. He came, got what he wanted, and left. In the rare occasions that he'd accidently fall asleep or they'd be forced to share a bed for one reason or another, she never liked sleeping with him. They always managed to lay as far apart as possible. When she lay with Santana, they were completely tangled in each other and stayed that way all night. Even if one of them had to get up to go to the bathroom, they would retangle as soon as they were both back in bed. She loved it.
She got to Santana's a little before five. She briefly wondered if she should knock. She'd never come to the door without Santana before. She decided she would just in case she walked in and Quinn was there. When the door was pulled open she was glad she knocked because it was in fact the other blonde who answered the door.
"Hi Brittany. Nervous about meeting the wolf pack?"
"Who?"
"Santana's brothers. They're all huge with massive muscles and incredibly loud. They also eat more meat collectively than I've ever seen. We sometimes call them the wolf pack."
"Oh, yeah. I'm a little nervous. I hope they like me."
"I think they will. Plus Santana likes you. A lot. So that counts for a lot too." Brittany smiled at the mention of Santana's name. This didn't go unnoticed by Quinn. She watched the way Brittany's eyes literally brightened at just the mention of the other girl's name. She couldn't help but smile. "She's in her bedroom. Go ahead back." Brittany nodded and headed back towards Santana's room. She knocked before gently pushing the door open.
Santana's head turned toward the door from where she was sitting at her desk. She was met with bright blue eyes and a beautiful smile. "You look beautiful Brit." Brittany blushed. She wasn't sure the dress fit her correctly but she was glad Santana thought so. She was wearing a white and blue dress with flats.
"You do too." Brittany replied. And she did. With her dark jeans and purple off the shoulder top. Santana looked amazing. She always looked amazing.
The thing that aggravated Brittany the most about this situation was that it hadn't really been an issue before. Sure her mother suggested it, as well as her sister and Tommy, but nobody had ever outright said, "you need bigger boobs, you are flat chested" like her mother did on the phone. And then to just go ahead and make the appointment somehow made Brittany more self conscious instead of just angry with her mother for making big decisions for her.
Santana watched Brittany's face fall. While the blonde still held a lot of mystery, she was usually pretty easy to read when it came down to it. "Hey Brit. I kind of have a head ache, do you maybe want to lay with me for a bit?" She lied. She didn't have a headache. But she wasn't sure how else to just outwardly offer physical comfort to Brittany without asking her yet again if everything was ok. If Brittany wanted to talk about it she would, but in the meantime, the least Santana felt she could do was offer this closeness.
Brittany nodded and slipped her shoes off and got onto the bed where Santana was just now laying down. Santana opened her arms, signaling for Brittany to climb into them, which she gladly did. As soon as she was lying down she was completely surrounded in Santana. Wrapped up in her arms, legs tangled together, her scent everywhere. It was the most comfortable she'd felt in days. Suddenly the topic didn't feel so overwhelming to talk about. She was still upset about it, but at least she thought she might be able to bring it up.
"San?" Brittany asks in a small voice.
"Yeah B?" Brittany hesitates to go further so Santana nudges her jaw with her nose before placing a light kiss there. "You can tell me anything."
"Do you" deep breath, she shouldn't be afraid of the answer. "Do you my boobs are to small?" Santana's initial reaction was to laugh. Which judging by Brittany's slightly hurt face was the wrong thing to do.
"What? No. Absolutely not. You're perfect. Perfectly proportioned. Just everything. Brittany you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my life." Brittany bit her lip to keep the tears at bay. She should have known Santana would say that. She should have called her the minute she got off the phone with her mother and then maybe she wouldn't have all of these doubts in her mind. "Where is this coming from?"
"My mom called earlier this week, like I told you. And she told me she was going to get me breast implants for my birthday. She's brought it up a few times but this is the first time she's ever sounded serious. She even made an appointment already." Santana saw red. Who was this woman? Who was she to tell her beautiful perfect girlfriend that she was anything less than that? No mother would do that. The more she learns of this woman, the more she finds herself feeling lucky for her own mother. She hadn't been perfect, but compared to Brittany's she was mother of the year. She took a few seconds to try and calm the anger in her voice before she responded.
"And how do you feel about that?"
"Not very good. I just don't think it's something I really ever thought about. But when I think about it, I don't know what to do. I dance and run and do a lot of physical stuff, bigger boobs would make that harder I think. But why would she say it if I wouldn't look better? Plus, who doesn't want a girlfriend with bigger boobs." She looks away as she says the last part.
"Don't say that Brittany." Santana says maybe a little to harshly. Brittany flinches away from her but the Latina has her held to tightly for her to go very far. "I want you exactly as you are. I don't have words for how beautiful you are."
"But you're shorter than me and we're probably the same weight and your boobs are a lot bigger than mine."
"You're right they are. But that's just how that works sometimes. That doesn't mean that yours don't fit your body. They totally do. I don't know what the fuck your mother's problem is, suggesting her daughter needs bigger boobs, but that's completely asinine. Do you want bigger ones? If you do, really really do, I'll support you. And take you to the doctors. And help you change your bandages or whatever you need. But please don't do this unless you one hundred percent want to. Do you?"
Brittany looks up into brown eyes. She sees so much affection in them. "I don't think so. No. But how do I tell my mom?" Santana reached up and ran her fingers down Brittany's face gently. She kissed the tip of her nose as she contemplated how to answer. Before she could, her phone rang. She checked the screen.
"Is it ok if I answer? It's my brothers." Brittany giggled and pushed her face into Santana's neck.
"It's always ok to answer San." The question hadn't even been funny. But Brittany just felt elated after getting that off of her chest. She laughed at herself for the stupid pun. She really needed to get over this should I tell Santana or shouldn't I thing. It was always better when she talked about it.
"Hello."
"Oh fuck you." Santana blushed. Brittany wondered what was being said.
"Wow. Ok. We're here and ready so why don't you just meet us at the restaurant?"
"Love you too asshole."
Santana hung up the phone and ran her fingers through Brittany's hair once.
"They're early and 'hungry as shit' so we're just going to meet them at the restaurant. Is that ok?"
"Yep." Brittany went to pull away to get up but couldn't because Santana hadn't let go yet.
"We'll finish talking about her and this situation later ok beautiful?" Brittany leaned down and kissed Santana. After a few seconds they separated and fixed themselves up and got in the car to meet the boys at the restaurant.
When they got there Brittany briefly wondered if she'd be able to pick them out or if they looked anything like Santana. She quickly realized picking them out would be very easy. Quinn's description had been accurate. They were huge boys. They were the kind of boys most girls fawned over. And true to what Quinn had also said, she heard them before she saw them. And before she even had a chance to process anything, Santana's hand was being ripped away from hers as one of her brothers picked her up and swung her around.
"San!" He yelled as he squeezed her tighter. She was laughing as she pushed him away. All of the boys looked vaguely similar, and she could tell they were related to Santana but wouldn't say they looked alike exactly. For one, they were all massive, and Santana was pretty small. They all had the same tan skin, dark hair, and dark eyes though. After all four hugged their sister, they all turned towards her. She had been amused by their reaction to seeing their little sister, but now that they were all looking at her, she was extremely nervous again. Santana rejoined their hands together.
"Brit, these are my jerk older brothers. Luis, Diego, Gabe, and Miguel. Guys, this is my girlfriend Brittany." They had all individually heard a little about the girl that their baby sister was dating. But they weren't exactly sure what to expect when they got here. They knew she was pretty from the picture. But they had listened to Santana cry many times over various girls and things they did to her and ways they treated her that they were skeptical of anyone that got to close to hear at this point. They were all very protective, and they loved her very much. All thoughts of suspicion just about evaporated from their minds when Santana introduced them to the pretty blonde at her side.
She stood nervously, clutching Santana's hand like a lifeline. She had unintentionally stepped slightly behind the Latina and was nervously shuffling back and forth. But when Santana looked back at her, and their eyes met, they all had a variation of the same thought. Baby sister is in love. And they were all pretty certain that the blonde returned the feelings. So with that knowledge, Gabe, the same one who had spun Santana around moments ago, stepped forward and gave Brittany a hug. A much gentler docile hug, as everything about the girl screamed nervous. But she hugged back, and they all smiled and said hello to her.
Brittany felt a little better after Gabe hugged her. He wouldn't have if they weren't going to at least try to like her right? They seemed nice. They clearly loved Santana and while that mostly made her happy, it made her heart hurt a little for her lack of relationship with her own sister. But she couldn't help that, she had done all she could.
After they sat down, Brittany felt a little less nervous, although wasn't quite ready to let go of Santana's hand. Which Santana was perfectly fine with. They talked about school, and dance, and vague details of Brittany's life. She didn't go into much detail, and the boys didn't push. Being as perceptive as Santana, they could tell that Brittany wasn't much into talking about the past. So they talked about how they met, and things that made Brittany smile so big all her teeth would show.
By the end of dinner Brittany didn't know if she should be disgusted or not, but mostly she was just impressed. The boys managed to eat an appetizer each, an entrée, dessert, and all of anything that was left on both of the girl's plates. She'd never seen someone eat so much in her life. No wonder they were huge. They must also work out a lot, she decided.
"So are you guys staying at my apartment?" Santana knew it was a possibility. Last time they visited they stayed at the apartment.
"No way herminita. We don't need to hear that." Santana blushed and Brittany was confused. She was about to ask Santana what they meant when she figured it out and blushed too. Would they do that tonight? Not if Santana's brothers were there. But now that they weren't staying… "Just be safe." Luis told her. Slipping something into her hand. Brittany couldn't see what it was.
Santana nearly exploded in embarrassment as her brother handed her a couple condoms. She knew he meant it. Luis was always serious, but just the same, it was embarrassing. They all hugged them both. The boys were headed for their hotel, they had had a long drive and were going to be here until Sunday morning so there was time for catching up tomorrow. Santana couldn't say she was disappointed. She hadn't had much alone time with Brittany lately.
When they got into the car, Santana got lost in thought. Should she do what her and Quinn and talked about tonight? She wondered if Brittany was in the mood. She was a little embarrassed to ask and couldn't wait for the day when their relationship was comfortable and broken in and she'd just know. "Hey Brit. Are you tired?"
"Nope. Why?" She asked, completely oblivious as to what Santana was trying to figure out. Honestly, she'd been lost in her own head thinking about the same thing.
"I was just wondering if maybe you wanted to let me uh you know" she trailed off. Cursing herself for not being able to just say the words confidently. She hoped Brittany would catch on. And she did. She was glad Santana brought it up.
"I think so. If you want to. I can do stuff to you too." Santana shook her head as she pulled into a parking spot. She got out and hurried over to open Brittany's door, pulling her out of the car and into her arms.
"I want tonight to be about you. If you really want to, we can do whatever you want. But mostly, I really just want to make you feel good." Brittany nodded, mouth suddenly dry. She was nervous, but she wanted this.
They got into the apartment and Santana asked Brittany to wait in the living room for a second. When Santana got into her room she lit a few of the candles that were still strewn about her room. She pulled the covers down on her bed, and put a bottle of nice lotion on the bedside table. The last thing she did, seriously hoping that all of this would come off as romantic, and not terribly cliché, was hit play on a play list she'd made.
"Ok Brit. You can come in." When Brittany walked in her breath caught. She hadn't been totally sure what Santana was doing but everything looked perfect. The room felt warm, and light enough that they could see each other but not so light that it felt uncomfortable. The low music kind of made her want to dance. So she placed out her hand for Santana to take, and pulled her into her arms. They held each other tight, nervous for different reasons, but excited too. After a few moments, Santana leaned up and kissed Brittany gently. The kiss quickly deepened as she slid her one hand around to cup the back of the blonde's neck, and placed the other on her hip. After a few moments the kisses became more heated and Santana pulled away gently. She wanted this to move slowly. She wanted to be able to build Brittany up. So she started kissing her again, slower, gently. Their tongues occasionally touching lightly.
Brittany could feel her body heating up. She loved kissing Santana. She thought she could maybe do it forever. She also could feel the beginnings of the knot of tension build in her lower belly.
Eventually Santana pulled away. "I want to give you a massage." She said. "Would that be ok?"
Other than at the doctors from dance injuries, Brittany had never had one. But she did know that she wanted Santana's hands on her. She nods. But then thinks of something. "Would you change? Into pajamas? Or anything. I don't want you to wear those." She brushes her thumb just above Santana's waistband, where her compression shorts are peaking out just a bit. She smiled, loving the way Brittany cared about her comfort as well.
"Of course B. I'll be right back." She grabbed a pair of boxers and a tank top from her dressers and ran to the bathroom and changed as quick as she could. Grateful that Brittany had thought about it because she wasn't going to want to have to get up and change after they were done, she ran back into the room trying not to look to eager. She was putting her hair up in a bun as she walked back into the room. Brittany watched her walk towards her. Noting that this was how she liked Santana best. She was absolutely beautiful all the time, but when she felt completely comfortable, she seemed even more radiant.
She reached Brittany and put her arms around her waist. "Can I take your dress off?" Brittany nodded. Santana then went behind her and unzipped it at the center back before letting it fall gently to the ground. Brittany stepped out of it wearing nothing but a strapless bra and underwear. Santana took her back into her arms, closing her eyes for a moment at the feel of the blondes skin under her hands as she ran them up and down her back. "Ok. Go ahead and lay down on the bed, face down." She pecked Brittany's lips before releasing her to do as she had asked.
Once Brittany was lying down, Santana gently climbed on the bed, and straddled the blonde, with her knees on either side of Brittany's thighs. She started by just running her fingers up and down Brittany's back and sides, just letting her get used to the touch. She felt goose bumps form under her fingers, and the muscles of her back twitch. She kept checking Brittany's face for any sign of discomfort, but right now she had her eyes mostly closed with a gentle smile on her face. Despite having no idea what she was actually doing, Santana thought she might be on the right track.
After a few minutes of this treatment, she leaned over, pressing herself against Brittany, to grab the bottle of lotion. She squirted a good amount in her hands, warming it, before reaching up start massaging Brittany's shoulders. Brittany didn't thinks she had ever felt something so soothing and amazing before. She couldn't even help it when a small moan escaped her lips. When she felt the tension in Brittany's shoulders start to ease, she decided to take it a step further.
"Do you mind if I take this off?" She asked quietly, running her finger along clasp of Brittany's strapless bra. After receiving a headshake indicating it would be ok, she undid the clasp and gently pulled it out from under her, and threw it across the room. She put more lotion in her hands, warming it again, and began to massage the rest of Brittan's back. She loved that she could feel Brittany relaxing under her hands. This was definitely something they'd be doing again. She let her hands go down onto Brittany's sides, and over her rib cage, across the slight swell of her breast. Then she went down Brittany's arms and individually massaged both of her hands. She got some more lotion and shifted to the side allowing her to massage the backs of Brittany's legs, down onto her calves, and much to Brittany's enjoyment, her feet. She'd never felt something so amazing, being a dancer, her feet nearly always ached at least a little and this was the first form of real relief she could ever remember. After Santana had massaged everything she could reach, she decided to move forward again.
"Do you think you'd feel comfortable rolling over onto your back?" She hoped Brittany would. She knew the recent discomfort with her body caused by her mother hadn't completely disappeared, but she hoped Brittany trusted her enough and believed it when Santana told her how beautiful she thought she was. After only a second of hesitation, Brittany very slowly rolled onto her back. When she was flat on her back, Santana took the sight in. What she saw took her breath away. Brittany lying on her back, warm and open, eyes sparkling in the candlelight, she was slightly flushed from the touching and what she was feeling. Her nipples were hard and her breathing was just a little heavier than normal.
Santana recovered from her staring and grabbed the bottle of lotion again. She started at Brittany's feet and worked her way up her shins and thighs. Then she started to trail her fingers lightly over her abdomen and ribcage. She traced the muscles she found there, and took her time waiting till Brittany's muscles stopped jumping under her fingers to move any higher. When she felt Brittany relax again, she trailed her fingers up over her breasts and over her nipples as gently as possible.
Brittany's breath trembled slightly at the sensation. Her body felt so sensitive. More than she'd ever felt and at this moment she wanted nothing more than to have Santana's hands somewhere on her body forever. Nothing else could ever feel this good.
Santana covered Brittany's breasts fully with her hands and made slight massaging motions, pinching Brittany's nipples lightly. The blondes chest heaved, her eyes closed and her lips parted. Santana leaned down and kissed those lips. Brittany sighed into her mouth, grateful for the contact. They kissed passionately as Santana continued to lightly pinch Brittany's nipples. After a few seconds, she moved the kisses down the blonde's cheek to her jaw, then across to her ear where she lightly bit an ear lobe. Brittany's breath continued to get quicker. Santana kissed down onto her neck, sucking gently earning a quiet moan from her girlfriend.
Next she trailed her tongue down Brittany's collarbone, and down over one nipple. Just one lick and then she blew gently on the moistened area. Brittan thrusted her chest towards Santana's mouth, making it very clear what she wanted. While Santana thought the idea of teasing might be a fun one, tonight was not a night for that. Tonight was a night of giving Brittany everything she wanted. So she took the nipple gently into her mouth and began to suck. She could feel Brittany's hip start to move ever so slightly but she took her time. She didn't want to tease, but she did want to build Brittany up, so after spending what felt like hours on her right nipple, kissing, licking, sucking and blowing, she moved to the left to give it the same treatment.
By time Santana was satisfied and thought that maybe it was time to move on Brittany's hip movements were bigger, and her moans were coming more frequently. Santana pulled her mouth reluctantly way from the blonde's breasts, and sat up to unstraddle Brittany's thighs. "Can I take these off ?" She asked gently, running her fingers along the low cut band, making the blondes breath jump again. She waited for consent, and saw the blonde nod. But before she could pull them down at all Brittany stopped her.
"Wait. Could you maybe take off your tank top? I want to see you too." Nodding, and happy to oblige, she removed her tank top. Brittany quickly reached her hands to Santana's shoulders and pulled her down on top of her for another kiss. Both girls moaning on at the feeling of so much of their skin touching. Brittany's hands pressed firmly to Santana's back let the Latina know that Brittany had craved this contact. She was glad she could give it to her. Perfectly happy to oblige. After several minutes of their tongues gently dueling, they both pulled away. Santana looked into Brittany's eyes, looking for any sign of hesitation. She found none. So she sat up, hooked her fingers into the waistband of Brittany's underwear, and gently pulled them down and off of her legs.
She ran her fingers back up the inside of Brittany's right leg, with only very light pressure. Brittany spread her legs slightly as her hand went higher. First the Latina just ran her fingers gently through neatly trimmed blonde curls letting Brittany get used to the feeling of her fingers. She was in no hurry. She had meant it when she said she could do this all night. She planned to take every single cue from Brittany that she was ready to go further.
When Brittany closed her eyes again and spread her legs further, Santana took that as a sign that she was asking for more. But she wanted to be sure. She also wanted Brittany to get used to the idea that she could tell her what she wanted. "More Brit?"
"Mhmm" the blonde moaned quietly. When Santana had her confirmation, she ran a single finger through Brittany's folds from her center, up to her clit, avoiding the small bundle of nerves, and then back down. Last time she had touched Brittany, she had been wet, but not like this. She was absolutely soaked right now. Santana continued the path, gathering the wetness, and painting the path her finger took with it.
Brittany could feel her hips moving at what felt like their own accord as Santana drew gentle circles around her most intimate parts. It felt amazing. Even better than last time. She could feel the ball of tension growing, and it made her nervous but she ignored it. She didn't want this to stop. Not unless Santana wanted it to, and she'd promised she would stop if she felt the desire to do so. So she just let herself feel, trying to keep her breathing regular, and not making any noises that were to loud.
After several minutes of drawing lazy circles, Santana started to tighten them up so that she was just gently circling Brittany's clit, occasionally brushing right over top of it gently with her fingertip. When she did this, Brittany would buck up into her hand. But she took her time, getting to know what motions Brittany liked, and what speed seemed to continue to work the blonde higher. She mostly watched Brittany's face, occasionally glancing down to her hand to watch her fingers gently stroke Brittany's clit.
When Brittany's head started to tilt back as she bit her lip, and her hips canted forward, almost in search of something, Santana moved her finger slowly downwards. She wanted Brittany to feel where she was going, so there would be no surprises. When she reached her center, she circled the hole a few times, making sure her finger was soaked in Brittany's juices, and then as Brittany gently bucked her hips toward her hand, Santana sunk one finger inside of her.
Brittany moaned loudly at the feeling of being penetrated by Santana's finger. It felt amazing. When she had been rubbing her clit, it felt amazing, but constantly like something was missing. And now it wasn't. Santana paused letting Brittany feel the sensation for a second before she started to pull out, before pushing in again. After a few minutes of this, the tension in Brittany's lower abdomen felt like it had grown ten fold. She didn't know how much more she could take. It felt like so much pressure. She briefly wondered if it was normal before getting lost in the feelings that Santana was giving her again.
Santana continued to work her finger in and out, for several minutes slowly. Loving the feel of being inside Brittany, even just with her finger. She loved the warm heat that surrounded her, she loved the scent of Brittany's arousal. She desperately wanted to taste her but wasn't going to do that until they had talked about it. So instead she ran her thumb gently back up to Brittany's clit and continued to make circles.
Every few minutes she'd switch it up a little. She would remove her finger, smiling at Brittany's little pout as she felt the loss, and rub her clit with her finger tip a little faster, working Brittany up quicker. Then she would spend a few minutes fingering a little harder and faster. She thought she could feel Brittany getting closer because she could feel Brittany getting tighter, as if her body was trying to keep her finger inside of her. Her little mewls and pants were getting louder and more frequent. After getting Brittany this close and keeping her there for a while she started to get nervous that she wasn't doing something right and that's why Brittany hadn't had an orgasm yet.
Brittany was overcome with feeling. It was like she never ever wanted this to end. It felt so amazing. But the pressure made her feel like she was going to explode and she had no idea what was happening. She felt like something was going to explode inside of her.
Just when Santana was going to ask Brittany what she wanted, hoping to figure out what she was doing wrong, she noticed the blondes hands clutching the sheets. She needed more contact, the Latina thought. She stilled her finger, but kept it inside of her, and began to shift so that she was laying down, one of her legs crossed over the blondes and laying partially on top of her torso. Then as Brittany opened her eyes to ask if she wanted to stop, she slid her arm behind her shoulders, and pulled the blonde tight to her kissing her deeply. She slid her finger out and felt Brittany pout. She parted their lips and pressed their foreheads together. Then she quickly entered Brittany with two fingers, filling her even more. She watched as Brittany's eyes squeezed shut and heard a moan that sounded more like a squeak escape her mouth.
Brittany's arms flew around Santana pulling her even closer. Santana started to thrust into the blonde at a fast pace. Her muscles burned from supporting her weight plus holding Brittany to her with her right arm, and the thrusting motions with her left. But she had no plans of stopping or slowing.
Brittany moved her hips in time with Santana's thrusts causing her to go deeper than she had been able to earlier. On one particular thrust Santana hit a series or ridges inside of Brittany that caused her to moan even louder. She curled her fingers upwards, quickly figuring out that this was her g spot, and continued to thrust, hitting the spot almost every time. Brittany started to shake in her arms. She began to kiss the blondes sweaty forehead. "You're so beautiful Brittany. So amazing. I could do this forever." She moaned into the blonde's ear.
As the blonde began to shake more violently, she started quickly circling her clit with her thumb again, careful to not lose the rhythm of her fingers inside the blonde. Something was happening and Brittany wasn't sure what it was. "San I don't uh" She moaned again. "San what" another moan.
"Let go baby. Cum for me. Just let go." Santana whispered in her ear. She pulled Brittany as tight to her as she could, and circled her clit even faster, flicking it a few times.
All the sudden Brittany saw white and a strangled cry erupted from her mouth. Santana felt her walls clamp down tightly on her fingers, which she slowed but did not stop. Brittany's arms locked around her tightly as her entire body stilled for a brief second, and then she started to shake even harder than she had been before as her walls convulsed around Santana's fingers. She could feel the blonde's nails digging into her back as she helped her ride out her orgasm, laying kisses all over the blonde's sweaty face. When she felt the muscles in Brittany's arms unlock, she pulled her fingers out from inside her and attempted to loosen her hold on the blonde thinking she might need some room to breathe. But Brittany locked on tighter, so Santana brought her other arm up and circled her completely. Surrounding her with as much of herself as she could because that was clearly what Brittany needed.
After several long minutes Brittany's breathing started to hitch and Santana heard a small sob. "Baby what's wrong?" She got no response. "Brittany tell me what's wrong did I hurt you?"
"I'm not broken." Brittany sobbed into Santana's chest. "He didn't break me. You fixed it." Santana felt tears in her eyes as she nodded.
"I would do anything for you baby. Absolutely anything." She held Brittany as her sobs subsided.
"I'm sorry I cried. That was a stupid time to cry." She said with a hiccup.
"Stop it. It's a big moment. It's a big release. You're allowed to cry, as long as it felt good."
She felt Brittany nod and then pull away from her chest to look up at her. Her blue eyes brighter than she'd ever seen them. "It felt more amazing than anything ever. I hope we can make it happen again."
"Oh I will. Don't you worry." Santana laughed and kissed the top of Brittany's head as Brittany pulled herself in tighter. She felt Brittany yawn.
"Good." As Brittany shifted to try and get closer she felt something pressing into her stomach. Santana became aware of how hard she was just as Brittany did, but found that she didn't really want to do anything about it. Mostly, she just wanted to continue holding Brittany. She wanted to make sure the blonde could feel exactly how much she cared, and she wanted her to feel safe. "I can help you with that." The blonde mumbled sleepily, trying to move her arm in-between them.
"No B. Not that I don't want that, because I absolutely do. But another time. Right now, if it's ok with you, I really just want to hold you." Brittany nodded, eyes closed, sleep coming quickly. As Santana felt the blondes breath even out, she smiled to herself. She had given Brittany something nobody else had, and she was extremely happy about it. She had made Brittany feel comfortable and safe enough to let go.
She took a deep breath and kissed the top of the sleeping girls head once more thinking about the short time that they knew each other. She knew it hadn't been very long but she wasn't sure it mattered. She knew what she felt and tonight solidified it. She loved Brittany. And she'd wait until she thought he blonde was ready to hear it, but she was positive that's how she felt. And surprisingly, it didn't scare her at all she thought, as she drifted off to sleep.
AN 2: So how did smut round two go? I'm hoping that eventually I don't get anxious when I write it and that it will feel more natural.
Any suggestion of things you'd like to see? I know a lot of you want Brittany to be confident, I'm not ignoring you. It's just not right for the story yet. She'll get there. And there will be little flashes of it. But we're not here yet. There's a fair amount of story left, including some more not so happy things. So... stick with it. She'll get there.
Also thank you to the people who really did tell me random facts about themselves last time. That was great. You should continue to do that.