When Santana woke up the next morning it was to kisses on her neck. Where there had previously been a beautiful blonde tucked tightly into her chest, there was now one straddling her. She heard a small giggle. Felt more kisses. She fought to wake up completely. Enough to use words. She smiled a little, and swallowed in preparation to speak when she felt Brittany's lips close around one of her nipples and suck gently. Her breath caught. Then she pinched herself. Definitely not a dream. Brittany sucked a little harder and Santana moaned.
"Good morning baby." Brittany said, words slightly muffled by Santana's breast, which the blonde was still happily attending to.
"G'morning. Uh. Britt. What are you doing?" She moaned as the girl started to pinch one nipple between her fingers, still sucking on the other. Brittany ran her free hand down Santana's body and cupped her hard cock. Morning wood combined with waking up like this had Santana harder than she'd ever been.
"I thought that was obvious. Want me to stop?"
"No!" Santana practically yelled. She could feel Brittany shake with laughter. "Please don't." Brittany nodded her head and started to move downwards. She grasped the waistband of her boxers and pulled them down, careful not to catch them or rub to hard on Santana's extremely sensitive cock. Santana had assumed next Brittany would grab her, and give her a wonderful hand job. Instead, as soon as she felt the blonde's warm hand grasp the base of her dick, she felt a warm breath on it as well.
Before she could even process what was going on, she felt a warm wet mouth around the sensitive head. Brittany sucked gently before flicking the slit with her tongue. She looked up, she wanted to see Santana's reaction. Santana was propped up on her elbows, watching Brittany, desperately focusing on not cumming early. But when Brittany made eye contact with her, she wasn't sure how much longer she would last.
Brittany used her pointed tongue again to run along the slit, tasting the precum there. Then she took the full head back in her mouth and started to slide down, taking Santana as deep as she could. When Santana felt her tip hit the back of Brittany's throat she had to fight to keep from bucking her hips. She didn't want to hurt Brittany.
Brittany hollowed her cheeks and pulled her head back up, only to drop down again quickly. She bobbed her head up and down a few times, using some of the wetness that had accumulated, she started to stroke her dick at the same pace. When she got back up to the tip she let Santana's dick fall out of her mouth with a wet 'pop' and ran her tongue up the sensitive underside causing Santana to hiss and moan her name.
The Latina fought the urge to close her eyes. She wanted to watch the entire thing. She reached down to brush a piece of hair out of Brittany's face, not wanting it to obstruct the view.
When Brittany felt Santana's hand near her face she cringed slightly. Expecting to feel the inevitable hands tangled in her hair, forcing her to take way more than she was comfortable taking. But before she could even register how scared that made her, she felt a small lock of hair get brushed behind her ear, and four of Santana's fingers, lightly stroke her cheek on their journey back to gripping the sheets. Santana is not Tommy she said forcefully to herself. She was thankful that the brief pause wasn't enough to alert Santana to something being wrong. She circled Santana's head with her tongue several times before swallowing it once more. Finding for the first time ever, that she didn't mind the taste at all, and when she breathed in. all she could smell was Santana. She loved the tiny high-pitched noises Santana was making and the way she'd moan her name every few seconds.
As Brittany bobbed her head up and down, she ran both hands up the outsides of the Latina's thighs, over her hips, and grasped her waist, wanting to feel more connected. Santana thought it felt even better with Brittany's hands moving over her skin. She felt Brittany's lips and tongue moving upwards again, and to her dismay, she let her dick fall from her lips. Then Brittany stared her right in the eyes and laid a series of small fluttering kisses, first to her slit, then to the sensitive underside of the head, all the way down to her balls, and then with a broad lick, made her way back up. Santana felt her muscles involuntarily tighten and knew she couldn't hold back much longer.
"Britt I'm gonna cum." She was going to shoot any second. "Britt you don't have to…" Brittany took the tip back into her mouth sucking while jacking Santana off with her other hand. The message was clear. Seconds later, Santana let out a moan and shot the first string into Brittany's mouth, Brittany swallowed and kept sucking. With her other arm she circled around Santana's back, doing what she could to hold her while she came. Brittany continued to suck until Santana had emptied her load into her mouth. She gently released her cock, laying one more small kiss to the tip before crawling back up to lay beside Santana.
The Latina climbed into her arms before she had even fully lain down, Brittany wrapped her up and stroked the skin on her back, feeling Santana's muscles in her legs continue to twitch. She desperately wished she could kiss Santana but knew that was probably not ok. It never had been an option before. As if reading her mind Santana looks up at Brittany, eyes wide and wanting. "Please kiss me."
"I'm allowed?" Brittany whispered.
"Please. I need you closer." Brittany leaned down and captured the brunette's lips with hers in a gentle but passionate kiss. Santana moaned at the taste of her still in Brittany's mouth. She couldn't believe that just happened. She pulled away and rested her forehead on Brittany's collarbone. "That was so amazing. Perfect." Brittany smiled into Santana's hair. She was glad she could make her feel so good. "That was my first time with, you know, oral sex." Brittany paused.
"That was your first blow job?" She felt Santana nod. "You gave me my first orgasm and I gave you your first blow job." She liked that they still had some firsts left to give each other. She wished that Santana had been all of her firsts "I've never had oral sex given to me either."
"Really?" Santana asked in disbelief. Although she guessed she shouldn't be surprised, that would have been purely for Brittany's pleasure, and why would he have ever done that?
"Yeah To-" Santana put a finger to Brittany's lips.
"Don't say his name while we're naked B. It feels wrong." Brittany nodded. Agreeing.
"He said it was gross, so we never did it. Which is fine with me. It probably wouldn't have been good anyway."
"So you don't want to try it?" Brittany sensed a slight bit of disappointment in Santana's tone.
"Why? Do you? I wouldn't want to make you-"
"You wouldn't be making me! I really want to try!" And that was the truth. She did. She'd never done it before, but even the thought of it turned her on.
"What if it's gross, like what if I'm gross?" Brittany was self conscious about the idea, despite having just gone down on Santana with no reservations. The cause was obvious.
"It won't be, and you're not. I've seen it. You're definitely not gross. But I don't want to do anything that will make you uncomfortable."
"I want to try it." She said with resolve in her voice. "I want to give you every first I have left. But" Santana raised herself up so she was eye level with Brittany, hearing the insecurity in the blonde's voice. "could we maybe try it right after I take a shower, so you're less likely to think I'm gross?" Santana feels a rush of sadness at Brittany's deep-seated insecurity, but she pushes it down, smiles, and kisses the tip of Brittany's nose.
"If that's what you want, that's what we'll do. I'm really excited to try, I love making you feel good." Brittany loved the honestly in Santana's voice. She was starting to get excited by the idea too.
"But for right now, cuddle." Brittany demanded pulling Santana back down, who giggled and wrapped all her limbs around the blonde as tight as she could.
"Tell me something I don't know about you." Brittany said, running her fingers up and down the Latina's spine. Loving the feeling of her warm soft skin under her fingertips.
"Hmmmm. I can't hula-hoop. Now you tell me something."
"I desperately wish I could have a cat. I've never had one, but I've always loved them."
"If only you didn't live in a dorm. Tell me something you like about yourself." Santana kissed the skin just below Brittany's collarbone.
"I am an awesome dancer. I don't think it's just natural talent or whatever. I think it's practice. I used to dance all the time. Hours and hours and hours a day. It was the only thing that made me happy." Santana kissed her skin again.
"I can't wait to see you dance."
"I can't wait to hear you sing."
"I'm surprised you haven't heard yet. I sing all the time. I can sing for you tonight, if you want."
Brittany's face broke out into a huge grin. "Please. But I can't dance for you. Unless we go to the studio. But I didn't sign up for any time. I'll break everything in your living room if I try to dance there." Santana laughs.
"Then how would we watch scary movies? Well, do you plan on dancing for the stupid talent show thing?"
"I actually forgot about that. Maybe. Are you doing it?"
"Mercedes is on the planning committee and is forcing me."
"Sign me up then. It'll be fun. Maybe I will dance and sing. I can't sing well but I like to try."
"When is your first dance concert? I know they have them like three times a year."
"The first one is in late November but I doubt I'll get into that one. Fingers crossed though, auditions aren't to far away."
"You'll be amazing." Santana hears her phone go off and kisses Brittany before picking it up to check the text. "My brothers want to know if we want to come swimming at the hotel. Do you want to go?" Brittany's eyes go wide.
"Yes! Oh my god yes! I love swimming in hotel pools. I need to go get my swimming suit though." She hugs Santana quickly in her excitement.
"Ok. Let me change, and then we'll go. Let's just grab some cereal bars and then we can go out for lunch with my brothers." Brittany lets Santana go so she can get up. She can't stop herself from feeling slight arousal in the pit of her stomach as she watches Santana walk over to her dressers. "I don't want to put these stupid things on." Frustration evident in her voice. She throws them on the bed, noticing Brittany staring at her, a faint smile on her lips. "Britt!"
"Huh?"
"You're staring." Brittany breaks out of her daze as Santana hits her in the face with a pair of board shorts.
"Can you blame me? God you're sexy." Santana ducks her head. "What were you saying? I'm sorry."
"Just that I don't want to wear stupid compression shorts. I hate wearing them swimming more than I hate wearing them in general."
"Then don't wear them babe. You shouldn't feel like you have to. We talked about this. You should wear them because you want to. If you don't want to, then don't.
"What if someone can tell about my" she gestures to her currently naked lower half. She briefly wonders when she got so comfortable around Brittany that she could just stand in front of her naked. But decides ultimately, she's just glad she has someone to feel comfortable in front of. Plus she gets distracted because now Brittany's standing, and she is also naked. Which is very distracting.
One corner of Brittany's lip lifts in a smirk. She likes that Santana is looking. But she walks over and wraps the shorter girl in her arms. "So what if they can? She kisses the Latina's forehead. "They wouldn't be able to confirm anything anyway, and I doubt anybody will notice anyway."
"It wouldn't embarrass you to be with me if someone said something?" Brittany shakes her head, lips still pressed to Santana's skin.
"No. Anna said things and I didn't care. Why would I care? In case you haven't noticed, I'm a fan of your penis. Someone else mentioning it wouldn't make me feel anything. Unless it made you uncomfortable. In which case, I'd want to protect you from that. But not because I'm embarrassed. I feel lucky to be seen with you, to be your girlfriend." Santana squeezed Brittany's naked body tighter to her. She thought her heart might explode from her body with all the feelings she had for Brittany. Multiplied by the fact that she was protective of her too. And the fact that she just said she liked her penis didn't hurt.
"I'm not going to wear them."
"Good. Now get dressed. I want to swim." She smacked the Latina's butt earning a squeal from her as she grabbed her bikini top out of the drawer. She slipped her board shorts on, the bikini top, a tank top and hoodie. It was just starting to get a little cooler out. When she turned around Brittany was throwing on her clothes from yesterday.
They left the apartment and drove to Brittany's dorm room, she opted to run up alone and get changed, promising Santana once again that she'd get to see her room soon. When she got upstairs Rachel was sitting on her bed with some books, Brittany waved in greeting and went to her closet to find her swimming suit.
"Hello Brittany. I haven't seen you much lately."
"Yeah I've been busy." She said off handedly. There was a pause and then she heard Rachel speak in a much different tone than Brittany was used to hearing.
"Brittany can I ask you a question?" Brittany turned around not wanting to seem rude even though she had to go.
"Yeah go ahead."
"Do you not like living with me? I just never see you, you're only here when you sleep or if you're picking stuff up. I'm sure you've made tons of friends already, but I just well, I'm sure you won't be surprised to hear I haven't really made any."
"I like living with you." She cut Rachel off. She felt really bad. She had always assumed that when Rachel wasn't here she was off with her friends. She would have made more of an effort. Or at least she'd like to think she would have. "And I'm sorry I'm always coming and going. I don't really have many friends. Just a few and my-" She wanted to tell Rachel about Santana, but she didn't know how Rachel would take it and she thought maybe it wasn't something to just throw out there. It deserved a real conversation. "my dance classes" she covered "take a lot of rehearsal time. But we should hang out sometime soon." She hoped the others wouldn't mind. But she felt terrible. And Rachel really wasn't that bad. When the tiny diva smiled, Brittany knew she had said the right thing.
"Ok!" She then launched into a story about one of her classes, so Brittany decided to just change in the room, Rachel just turned her head unphased. After she changed she grabbed her 'LOPEZ' hoodie, apologized to Rachel for having to leave, and ran back out to meet Santana.
"I love when you wear that hoodie."
"Good because it's my favorite one." Santana took her hand and kissed the back of it as she pulled out of the parking lot and headed towards the hotel. After arriving, getting out of the car Santana was struck with a sudden flash of insecurity. Brittany was a few steps ahead of her.
"B" she said in a small voice. "Hey B can you come back here." She said a little louder this time. Brittany heard and turned around mid stride.
"What's up babe?" She walked back towards where Santana was standing. The Latina looked like she was trying to curl in on herself. She put her finger under her chin and lifted until their eyes met. "Tell me San."
"Can you see anything? You can't tell can you?" She hated that the world made Santana feel like this. It wasn't a big deal. It was Santana's business. And now her business. But she wanted that business. So why would anyone else care? Obviously they had cared in the past though. And people like Anna had done this to Santana. Made her nervous and anxious when all Brittany could see when she looked at Santana was how amazing she was. She kissed her lips gently and then stepped back to get a good look.
"Turn to the side." Santana did. "Ok, honestly I can tell just a tiny bit. But I promise Santana, if I didn't already know, and if I wasn't looking for evidence, I would not be able to tell."
"Promise?"
"I will never ever lie to you." She reached her hand forward for Santana to take, and she did. They walked towards the hotel lobby and went up to the room that Diego had text to Santana earlier. They knocked and were let in and both quickly swept up in hugs from the older boys.
"Ok. Pool time!" Gabe yelled punching Miguel in the shoulder, who promptly tackled him to the bed in what looked like a vicious headlock. After several minutes, and just as many attempts to break them up, they all managed to get their swim trunks on.
"I'm just going to leave my stuff up here." Santana said, so Brittany nodded and followed suit. She took her hoodie and tank top off, just leaving her shorts and bikini. She turned around at the same time Santana did. They had seen each other completely naked so this should have been nothing, but Brittany could not force herself to look away from Santana if she had tried. Which she did not. Santana was standing there in black and red board shorts with a black bikini top that didn't leave much to the imagination.
Santana was having a similar reaction to Brittany. Her pale skin set off the light blue bikini nicely. She stepped forward to hug Brittany when she felt a towel hit her in the side of the head. "Yo. Let's go! Enough eye sex. And seriously you guys couldn't wear something a little less revealing? If I have to fight someone..."Gabe mumbled walking out of the door. The girls smiled at each other, slightly embarrassed, and clasped hands and walked out of the door towards the pool.
As they were walking down the hall Brittany noticed two things. Santana's brothers were huge. Santana was pretty small. She stood maybe 5'5". A few inches shorter than Brittany who stood at about 5'8". So Brittany knew she wasn't short. But Miguel, who was the shortest of the brothers, was at least 6'2". They were massive. The next thing she noticed was that they had fallen into what felt like a very practiced formation. Two of the boys in front of them, and two behind. "Do you guys always walk like this?" She whispered to Santana.
"Yeah. I was a very protected, very spoiled baby sister." Brittany nodded. "It's kind of embarrassing sometimes. But whatever, I'm over it."
"I think it's wonderful." Brittany nudged the shorter girl with her shoulder. As they walked past the lobby, they encountered another group of boys who were obviously staring at the two girls, despite being surrounded by what felt like a literal wall of muscle. Brittany felt uncomfortable under their obvious leering for about half a second before Diego stepped in front of the guys. "Bro. Avert your fucking eyes. Now." He said standing at his full height. The unsuspecting boys looked like they were going to wet themselves before they got up and awkwardly walked away.
"See. Protective." Brittany still liked it. "Fair warning, they will probably throw you in the pool." She nodded fully prepared. When they got into the pool area it was empty for the most part. Brittany was excited to see that it was a pretty big pool, with a huge hot tub. This was going to be fun. She took her shorts off and turned around to ask Santana if she was going in right away when Gabe picked her up and tossed her in the pool as though she weighed nothing. She came up laughing in time to see Miguel and Luis both grab Santana and launch her upwards really high before she came crashing back into the water. The Latina came up sputtering and yelling in Spanish and before she was surrounded by a nearly naked, very wet Brittany. Feeling the blonde surround her had an instant calming effect. She pulled the blonde into her and watched as a small water drop fell from her eyelashes. Until all four boys jumped in, tidal waving them and ruining the moment in the process.
After a couple hours of swimming, playing, and being tossed around the pool like rag dolls, Santana noticed Brittany's lips were turning blue. "Cold baby?" Brittany nodded as she hugged herself and her teeth chattered lightly. "Let's get in the hot tub." Santana suggested. Brittany readily agreed and they climbed out and into the hot tub, the four brothers following suit. As Brittany was about to sit down next to Santana, she felt hands grasping her hips, and pulling her to sit in front of, and between the Latina's legs. Santana rested her hands on Brittany's firm stomach, and Brittany leaned her head back against Santana's shoulder, receiving a few small kisses to her neck.
"So I know we asked last night where you guys met but we didn't really get the details?" Luis asked.
"She came to an LGBTA meeting, and even though I swore I wasn't going this year, Quinn made me go, and I saw her" she punctuated this by tightening her hold on Brittany. "And I knew I had to talk to her, so I did. We became friends even though I'm pretty sure I wanted more from the second I saw her. But I wasn't really sure if she was into me, or if she was even into girls period."
"Definitely yes to both." Brittany cut it. "And then we were at a party and Anna said some horrible things, and I found out that she-" She trailed off. Not really sure if this was a comfortable topic to talk about in front of her brothers.
"Packing the signature Lopez charm" Gabe joked and Santana splashed him. "What it sounds better than lady cock which is what she wanted us to refer to it as for a while. Remember?"
"I'd just rather not talk about anything that might indicate my baby sister is a sexual person at all Gabe." Miguel shifted uncomfortably. Brittany liked that it wasn't because of the fact that Santana was different from most girls in that way, but that he just really didn't want to talk about anything Santana might have. She really liked the Lopez brothers.
"Anyway. Anna kind of shouted it out at a party and I left because I was sure that Britt would want nothing to do with me." Brittany tangled their fingers together. "Which was stupid because she's amazing. But she chased me out and kissed me. Then a week later it was official. It moved fast but I knew I wanted to be with her." Brittany squeezed her hands again signifying that she felt the same way. Then she felt Santana whisper in her ear. "I feel so lucky to have you." And then she placed a small kiss there. Santana's brothers made gagging noises and she splashed them again.
After they finished in the hot tub they got out of the pool and took turns showering so they could go out to a late lunch. While they walked to the restaurant, Luis pulled Santana aside again with an arm around her shoulders. "So. Things are good then yeah?"
"Yeah. Really good." She smiled despite trying not to.
"She makes you happy. I can tell. I'm glad things are better than last year. Are you guys being safe? Using protection." Santana felt like her face was on fire.
"We aren't- we haven't." Deep breath. "We haven't had sex yet. And Brittany is on birth control. So we are ok. When it does happen." Luis nodded.
"Ok. Just checking. You tell her you love her yet?" Santana started choking. Luis smacked her on the back a few times as she coughed out something that sounded suspiciously like too early. "With most people, I'd say maybe. But I can see the way you look at her. I know you better than anyone. I practically raised you. You love her. And she looks at you like she's never seen something more amazing. Every time she looks at you her eyes light up. She loves you too. I know this."
All Santana could do was nod. She desperately hoped Brittany loved her too. "And you take good care of her. You treat her well and protect her." Santana looked at her brother, who gave her a sad but knowing smile. She was confused. He knew nothing about her. "Sometimes you can just tell when someone's been hurt herminita. Take care of her." She looks at him with more sincerity than he's ever seen in her eyes.
"I will. I am. She's" Santana looks away but Luis hears her whisper 'everything'. My baby sister is in love he thought. He couldn't stop himself from giving her a brief hug, which she was surprised by. When he let her go he saw that the rest of them had stopped walking because Brittany had turned around looking for Santana. The Latina reaches her hand out which Brittany walks back to her to take, feeling better now that they're reconnected.
"What were you guys talking about?"
"Just that he misses me. He maybe be huge but he's pretty much just a mushy sap."
"I'd miss you if you weren't near me. You are an easy person to miss." Brittany leaned in and kissed Santana's cheek. The Latina closed her eyes for a second and thought that maybe Luis was right. Maybe Brittany felt the same way about her as she did.
Brittany hadn't thought much about missing Santana. They hadn't been together very long but she had seen her every day. She knew that there would be days they wouldn't get to see each other but she hadn't thought about what if Santana weren't there for a period of time. Like breaks and vacation. She felt anxious at the idea. She didn't know why she felt that way. She knew she had strong feelings for the brunette. She even worried that her feelings were so strong they'd scare her away. But She didn't know why she felt anxiety at the idea of just being away from her. She moved closer to Santana to comfort herself, and put the idea out of her mind. Santana sensed Brittany's need for closeness and slipped an arm around her while they walked.
The scene at the restaurant was similar to the previous night, the boys ate enough food to feed an army, while maintaining light conversation. Midway through dinner Santana got a text from the Quinn saying that the group was planning on going bowling and that they should all come. Santana proposed the idea to the group and they all agreed. After the brothers insisted on paying again, they left and went back to the hotel so they could grab what they needed and get the car. They drove back towards campus, the boys heading to Santana's apartment, and Santana and Brittany heading to Brittany's dorm because she needed new clothes.
While she ran up, Santana opted to stay in the car. She randomly had a headache and felt kind of funny. She was lying back with her eyes shut when Brittany climbed back in the car. "You ok San?"
"Mhmm. Just a head ache. Ready?" Brittany nodded but made a note to keep an eye on her. When they got back to the house, everyone was ready to go so they left right away. They got to the bowling alley and divided up into teams, Santana gave very little input.
"What's the matter baby sis? Accepting defeat already?" Santana gave a forced laugh and waved him off like she wasn't even paying attention to him. Truth was, her headache had gotten worse and she was starting to feel nauseous. She sat down and put her shoes on. Brittany sat next to her bouncing up and down.
"I haven't bowled in forever. This was a great idea." She flashed a smile at Santana who returned it weakly. "Are you sure you're ok? Head still hurt?" Santana nodded. "Let me get you some water maybe you are dehydrated." Maybe that was it, Santana thought. Or hoped rather. Brittany brought the water back and soon after the game started.
Santana forced some water down and forced a smile on her face. She wanted to have fun. She wanted to hang out with her friends and her girlfriend. Whatever this was would pass. She was fine like an hour ago. So she bowled a few rounds, trying to keep her energy up, and not alert her very happy girlfriend that anything was going wrong. Unfortunately soon the not feeling well took a very quick turn to miserable. She sat down and tried to breathe deep and drink more water but she felt weak and her hands were shaking.
Brittany noticed Santana's turn was coming up but she wasn't standing with them, she looked around and saw her sitting in the seats. The blonde walked over to her girlfriend and saw that she was noticeably pale. "Baby what's wrong?" She asked. Santana looked up at her, her eyes big and sad.
"I don't feel very well. I think something is wrong." Brittany pressed her cheek against Santana's sweaty forehead. She felt Santana attempt to protest but she wasn't having any of it.
"You feel warm. What else is wrong?"
"Head ache. Nauseous. I feel weak."
"Did anyone else eat any of your food at lunch?" Santana shook her head.
"I don't think so."
"I think you have food poisoning baby. Awww." She ran her fingers down the side of Santana's face. "Ok. Let's go. I can drive your car back to your apartment."
"But you're having fun. I can wait. Or I can drive myself home. I don't want to ruin your night."
"Santana. You are not driving yourself home and there is no way you're staying here. I wouldn't have any fun here knowing that you were sick somewhere else. Please. Just let me take care of you." Santana nods pitifully. "Ok Baby. Let me just tell everyone we are leaving." Brittany walks away and up to Luis. "Hey Santana is sick I'm driving her car home." Luis's eyes widened slightly. Santana was letting her drive her car?
"What's wrong with her? Does she need us?"
"Food poisoning I think. She managed to eat all of her food before any of you could make it disappear, which is why I think she's the only one. I will text you if she isn't feeling better in the morning. Maybe you guys could stop by and say goodbye before you leave?"
"Definitely. Call if she needs anything. She won't. She's stubborn." He walks over to Santana. "Feel better sis." He kisses her on top of her head and goes to tell the others that they're leaving. Brittany helps Santana up and walks towards the exit.
"Hey guys Brittany and Santana are leaving. Santana doesn't feel well."
"She's going to drive home?" Quinn asks.
"No she's letting Brittany drive her car." They all look at each other with disbelieving looks on their faces.
"So it's serious then." Gabe says with a nod. "Nobody drives her car but her."
By time Brittany got Santana into the passenger seat she looked even worse. "I need you to tell me if you are going to throw up so I can pull over ok?" She said gently, taking Santana's hand and gently rubbing the back of it. Santana nodded and laid her head back against the headrest. When they were nearly back to the apartment Brittany pulled over at a gas station. "I'll be right back. Just sit tight." She ran in and grabbed some crackers, ginger ale, and water. After paying and the cashier making a comment about somebody being sick, she hurried back out to the car not wanting to leave Santana alone for long.
"If you want we can stop at your dorm and then I'll drive myself home. I don't want you to have to deal with me." Brittany looked over at her. Santana was looking at her with the saddest look on her face.
"Don't be silly San. I'm going home with you. Just let me take care of you."
"But what if I puke? That will be so embarrassing."
"Baby you're sick. I'm your girlfriend. I take care of you no matter what gross things your doing. Ok? That's the deal. If I were sick would you let me go home alone?" Santana vehemently shook her head no. "Ok then. We're almost there." She pulled into the parking lot and parked the car. Santana was nearly sleeping by time Brittany had shut the car off. She hated that she had to get her out of the car but knew she'd feel better once she was in bed. She got out and ran around and opened the passenger side to help Santana out. She felt so weak Brittany wanted to carry her but knew Santana would definitely not put up with that. So she put her arm around her waist, and supported as much of Santana's weight as the Latina would allow.
When they got inside Brittany took Santana back to her room immediately. "Here you just sit down." The Latina nodded, too sick to really fight if she wanted to. She watched Brittany walk over to her dressers and grab a tank top. She came back over to her. "Lift up your arms." Santana did as she was told and Brittany took her shirt off. Then she reached around and unhooked her bra and pulled that off as well. She did her best to not let her eyes linger on Santana's breasts because she felt a little like that was taking advantage of her sick girlfriend. She gently slid the tank top over her head and let Santana put her arms in. Then she pulled her back up and undid her pants, sliding them down, and pulled them off after Santana had kicked off her shoes. She pulled the covers back and let Santana lay down before she grabbed the bag and went to take it to the kitchen.
"Where are you going?" The sick brunette pouted. Brittany walked back over to the bed and bent down to kiss her cheek.
"Just to put this stuff in the fridge. I will be right back." She went to the kitchen and put the ginger ale and water in the fridge. Before she got the crackers put away she heard the bathroom door shut. She quickly walked back towards there, worried that Santana was throwing up. Her fears were quickly confirmed when she heard the sounds of Santana puking, and pitiful moans. She knocked on the door and got no response, so she just walked in.
"You don't have to" Santana was cut off by her own body trying to turn itself inside out. Or that's what it felt like. "It's gross." She whined.
"Baby shhh. It's fine." Brittany knelt down beside her and pulled her hair back with a tie she had around her wrist. Then she started rubbing Santana's back as she continued to throw up. After about half an hour the throwing up seemed to slow down. Brittany hadn't left Santana's side for even a second. Honestly she was surprised that she was able to handle it this well. Normally somebody throwing up made her want to throw up herself but with Santana she just knew she needed to be here for her, and that knowledge made it more bearable. When Santana seemed to have stopped throwing up and was just sitting with her head resting on the toilet, Brittany stood up to get a washcloth to help wipe the Latina's face.
When she knelt back beside her and ran the cool washcloth across the Latina's cheek, she lifted her head to look at the blonde. "You think you want to go lay back down? I can bring the trash can just in case."
Santana sniffled. "All I can smell is the bowling alley. And I think I puked on my shoulder." Brittany tried to hold back her laughter. She knew Santana was miserable.
"Ok. Well let's take a quick shower."
"I don't know if I can B. Just leave me here. I'm not going to make it." Brittany shook her head.
"Come on. Up you go." She pulled Santana to her feet and let her sit on the now closed toilet. She turned around and started the shower and felt for the right temperature. She turned back around and pulled Santana's tank top over her head before removing her own top and bra.
"Wait. Huh? Am I dreaming?" Brittany chuckled.
"No babe. I'm helping you. I smell like the bowling alley too anyway. So lets get a shower together, and then we'll go to bed. Ok?"
"I'm so mad that I'm sick right now."
"I promise you will have many more non sick opportunities just like this." She pulled Santana up and pulled down her boxers before pulling the rest of her own clothes off. She stepped into the shower and helped Santana step in. The Latina wrapped her arms around the blonde's neck and laid her head against her chest. Brittany put her arms around Santana and put her palms flat on her naked back, running her hands up and down in a soothing motion. After a few seconds, she was a little worried about Santana falling asleep standing up so she grabbed the shampoo and nudged Santana under the water. She poured the shampoo in her hand and gently washed the pouting Latina's hair, and rinsed it thoroughly. After she conditioned and rinsed she quickly did her own hair. Next she grabbed the soap and with the help of Santana washed her body gently. While Santana leaned against the wall with her eyes closed, she washed her own as fast as she could, wanting to get the Latina out of the shower sooner rather than later.
After they had gotten out, Brittany brushed Santana's hair, taking care to be extra gentle. Then they both brushed their teeth and, wrapped in towels headed back to the bedroom. Santana collapsed on the bed while Brittany set a garbage can on her side just in case. "As much as I'd like to just go to bed, we need to put clothes on in case you get sick in the middle of the night." She heard a grunt from Santana. "Can I borrow some shorts and a tank too?" Another grunt. She smiled. Adorable, she thought.
She got out two pair of boxers and to tank tops, quickly dressing herself in one set and then walked over and sat the Latina back up. She put the tank top on her and then knelt down in front of her to put the boxers on face to face with Santana's now very flaccid penis. Her mind flashed back to a similar position she'd been in earlier today and shook her head. How quickly things can change. She pulled the boxers up as high as she could, the Latina tugged them the rest of the way up. The part of Santana's brain that was still sort of functioning could not believe her very sexy girlfriend had just been naked in the shower with her, and then eye level with her very naked dick and it hadn't responded. Like at all. But the rest of her brain just wanted to cuddle and was glad her dick knew that she was sick and that it should be responsible.
After the blonde shut the lights off and closed the door most of the way she climbed into bed, not sure if Santana would want to cuddle feeling the way that she did. She quickly got her answer in the form of a very meek "hold me please" from the Latina. So she pressed her front to as much of the Latina's back as she could and wrapped her in her arms and drifted off to sleep.
She must not have been sleeping very deeply because she soon woke when she felt Santana start to stir. "San?" No answer. She brushed the hair back from the Latina's eyes and they were shut. Must be dreaming she thought. But before she could lay back down she saw the Latina's eyes pop open and heard a sleep slurred I'm gonna puke or something close to that. Brittany helped her lean over the side of the bed so she could throw up into the garbage can. After several violent heaves and more throwing up (how did she even have anything left in her?) she stopped again. "Are you going to throw up more?" She asked.
"I think so." Santana half spoke half cried. The sound broke Brittany's heart.
"Ok. Lets go back to the bathroom." So she helped her up, bringing the garbage can with them, and brought her back to the bathroom where she lowered her gently to the floor in front of the toilet.
After a few seconds and no puking Santana thought she might be in the clear so she lifted her head away from the toilet. Bad move, she thought. As her stomach forcefully ejected itself again into the toilet. She heard Brittany whispering to her but was also aware that she was cleaning out the puke filled garbage can in the bathtub. She couldn't help but be a little mortified.
"I'm so sorry Britt." She said more into the toilet than anything. Brittany finished cleaning out the can and sat back down next to Santana, resuming rubbing soothing circles into her back.
"Don't be Santana. There is absolutely on where else I'd rather be than taking care of you right now. Ok?" Santana nodded.
They sat there for a little longer until it seemed as though this wave of sick had passed. Brittany helped her up and the Latina brushed her teeth again. They headed back into the room, Brittany bringing the garbage can again. They lay back down and Santana pressed herself in as tight as she could, needing the comfort that the blonde offered. Brittany just wrapped her up loosely, she didn't want to squeeze to tight. Santana's last thought before she fell asleep was that she didn't know how much longer she'd be able to hold out without whispering I love you.
After she was sure that the Latina had fallen asleep, and seemed to be sleeping soundly she decided it was ok to fall asleep herself. But before she did, Brittany did whisper "I love you" onto the skin of the Latina's forehead, just to try them out. She loved the way they fit. So she pressed a small kiss there, as if to seal in the words, and fell asleep herself.
AN: So. What did you think?
Also, a few other random questions.
1. Are there any other ships we are dying to see? I probably won't ever do much more than mention them but, well basically I mean specifically Rachel/Quinn or Quinn/Puck, which would you rather see? It doesn't much matter to me but it will change a few things in the next chapter.
2. Also, we are at a place where location might matter. This is less a question, more a statement. When I started this, locations weren't ever really going to matter. But for some ideas coming up they kind of do. So here's what I'm thinking. The school they are all at is NYU (ish) (I won't ever get into specifics, really.) Santana's family is from New York, but outside of the city, maybe a little north like an hour ish away. Brittany is from a really small town about three, maybe four hours away. I think that should do it.
3. Thank you for your continued offerings of random facts. I still love it.
4. OH! I wanted to ask again, and feel free to PM this or leave it in a review but are there things people really don't want to see? I can't promise I won't include them if they were always intended to happen. But there are a lot of things that aren't nailed down that if you HATE then we won't include them.
Thanks again everyone for your reviews. They make me smile every damn time.