Santana looked at Brittany as they were driving back from the trail that afternoon. Neither of them spoke word about what had happened between them as the day wore on. However, the both of them casually sent stolen glances across each other. And each of them knew what the other had been doing, although Brittany flinched her gaze away from Santana whenever the Latina looked at her way.
"Britt," Santana started to say and she cast the blonde an apologetic look. "I really understand you if you'd not want to see me again. I apologize for my misbehavior earlier and..."
"Santana it's not your fault, nor mine," Brittany's voice quavered under the Latina's gaze, her hands wringing Santana's large, old shirt that she was wearing. After the incident in the lake, there was nothing the blonde could do but wear the extra shirts Santana had stashed under her Chevy's dashboard. "I understand that you still feel guilty, too. But I want you to know that I wanted it. That I want you."
Santana shrugged as she looked at the blonde. "I don't know, Brittany. I mean, you're married and...I can't ruin your marriage. I mean, I don't have a family and I grew up not having them., and I would really be sorry for Ashley if she loses her parents. It's not easy. You might as well say that I have the front row seats if experiencing the feeling of not having parents is a movie to watch."
"I'm sorry," Brittany leaned back on the passenger seat and watched the setting sun across the lake. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to, Santana."
"Hey, it's okay, okay?" Santana cooed as she held Brittany's left hand with her right. "I mean, I've been over it, so I kinda feel that it's okay now. I just don't want you to be conflicted with your relationship with Sam. I love you, but I came out too late and a little to behind so, I guess, this thing we're having. I don't know."
"Yeah, sure," Brittany answered nonchalantly. "I totally get you, Santana."
"I mean, Brittany, we have this two, two and a half days to spend between us. I don't want you to choose between me and your family, but I just want you to spend time with me."
"I know..." Brittany said thoughtfully, without even missing a beat. She shuffled her barefoot toes together hoping that she'd keep them warm.
"I have my sneakers inside the glove compartment if you need shoes," Santana offered.
Brittany scrambled to get the shoes, and she started to slip them on her foot. "Thanks," she mustered half a smile and Santana just nodded her head. Brittany was pretty thankful she and Santana had the same shoe size.
"Do you want to go have dinner with me?" Santana asked.
Brittany wanted to refuse, because she knew she can't help herself if Santana would ever venture out to do it again. She knew she's intoxicated with the Latina's presence. There was something about Santana that was so strong for Brittany...something that's too overpowering.
Brittany nodded her head anyways.
Instead of turning right towards the road they had taken from Brittany's house, Santana took a left turn, on the way to Columbus.
"Hey, where we going?" Brittany asked.
"Somewhere where no one knew us," Santana smirked at her. "So we can have a good time."
The tires of the old Chevy screeched as Santana sped down the highway. It's almost eight in the evening and the lights of the city started to light up. Santana watched the blonde as the streetlights caught her face.
"You're beautiful," Santana husked.
"Thanks," bashfully, Brittany ducked her head and shyly batted her eyelids.
"I'll get us dinner, okay? I'll be back," Santana got off the car once she had parked it on an empty space and started to walk towards a food station. Fifteen minutes later, she came back holding two food boxes and a six-pack of cheap beer.
"So, here's dinner for the two of us," Santana handed her one food box and smiled at Brittany. "We should eat it in the back. I don't want raccoons trying to find some morsels inside here."
"Yeah, we should," Brittany agreed and got out of the car. She shuffled and hoisted herself towards the back of the car and a few moments later, Santana followed suit. Clutching her food box, Santana leaned on the left side of the truck and straightened her legs, laying them over the truck's floor.
"I've had some of these," Santana lighted a candle and let the wax drip on the cold metal. She then mounted the lighted candle on the melted wax. "So, here's to our first candlelit dinner."
"You're funny sometimes, Santana," Brittany smugly smiled.
"Of course, I am. Do you want some beer?" Santana asked as she handed an opened bottle for Brittany.
"Thank you," the blonde smiled at her.
"So, bon appetit, ma cherie," Santana held her bottle to a toast, and it was responded rightly by Brittany.
"Have you ever gone to France?" Brittany giggled.
"Yes, I have. Just for a few days, though. It was not really much," Santana shrugged and took a swig from her bottle.
"I've never been far from home," Brittany smiled almost sadly.
"Yeah? Try to tell me about your days," Santana shuffled and moved to sit beside Brittany.
"Well, I grew up the typical way a country girl was born. I loved to dance in the local fairs. I went to the local community high school, in Lima, all those stuff, you know. I was a part of the Glee Club. In McKinley High, I was the Senior Class President and I was a head Cheerio. Then I got knocked up and became the all-stay home wife."
"Wow, you must be one interesting chick in your high school years. I think a lot would kill for you," Santana chuckled.
"You think so?" Brittany quirked a brow. "I've always wanted to believe I was an Indian princess. That one day, my dream catcher would capture the best dream for me and will find me the spirit I was supposed to mate with, forever."
"You believe on those?" Santana asked, a little bit shell-shocked, but she asked Brittany all the same. "I mean, the dream catchers."
"Yeah. It might be voodoo, but I'm kind of enchanted by it," Brittany shrugged, and then she started to lean on to Santana's chest.
"I believe in magic, too. I mean, I believe everything has magic in them," Santana smiled meaningfully. "Even in this night, this moment, I believe there has to be some magic in this. And you're enchanting, too."
Brittany looked at Santana as if she was talking nonsense, bust Santana could say the right things in the right time. Suddenly, Santana sat straight up.
"Come on, get up," Santana said and the blonde had nothing to do but follow Santana.
"Where are you going, Santana?" Brittany asked.
"We're gonna make some more magic," Santana held up her hands for Brittany to take, which the blonde quickly took and smiled as she stood up. They started to walk across the parking lot and into one of the pubs that dotted along the sidewalks.
The lights were low and it gave the whole room a plush amber color because of the yellow light that bathed them as Santana and Brittany seated themselves on the booth. There was a makeshift stage that was once occupied by some teenage rock star wannabes and these kids were nowhere to be found.
"I'll have a mug of ale," Santana smiled. "What about you, Britt?"
"I'll have a bottle of beer," Brittany said.
Santana had a couple of mugs later and Brittany had three bottles. By then, Santana was already drunk and her body was humming slightly quicker than usual. The Latina then stood up and took the microphone from its stand on the stage.
"Hey everyone," she hoarsely croaked out. "I want to...sing."
Loud whistles came from across the room and there was a round of applause. Santana continued. "I want to sing...because...I want to sing. And I want to sing...well, never mind. So for you, Brittany. Songbird."
She started to sway and swagger blindly across the stage, waving mug of ale around and sloshing the beverage in it. She quickly caught up to the music of the piano and she hoarsely sung.
"For you...there'll be no more crying..."
She took a full swig from her mug. "For you...the sun will be shining..."
"You're good, you're good!" Brittany yelled from their booth.
"And I feel that when I'm with you, it's alright...I know it's-" Santana took another swig. "I know it's 'ight. And the songbirds were singing...like they knew the score, oh woah..."
Suddenly, Santana looked at Brittany with her deep-brown eyes and Brittany instantly knew that those brown orbs were full of emotion. "And I love you, I love you, I love you..." Santana hoarsely sung, all in the wrong tones. Then she put the microphone back to it's holder and she swaggered back to the booth she and Brittany were occupying.
Santana made her way to the bathroom as she walked past Brittany. When she walked in the premises, the stalls were empty and Santana bent over the sink to wash her face from the drunkenness.
"Hey," Brittany appeared on the door. "I hoped that I could find you here."
"Hey you," Santana smiled. "Why'd you follow me?"
"Missed you," Brittany shrugged.
"Come on," Santana pulled Brittany into the last stall and locked the door safely behind her. She took a real good look at Brittany, whose face was flushed read and body was evidently humming as it touched Santana's.
Santana started to capture Brittany's lips with fervent kisses, all the same time, her hands made their way underneath the old shirt Brittany was wearing. The blonde then shimmied herself out of the obstructive fabric. Seeing that Santana had made no move to get naked, Brittany started to pull Santana's shirt above her head.
Santana's passionate kisses started to move down the blonde's chest, nibbling on the flesh, making red marks behind her trail. Stopping slightly to admire her handiwork, Santana started to kiss the blonde's chest again, curving underneath one breast. She then gasped back for air and her kisses had become wet and sloppy as she started to bite on the sensitive, rosy-pink areola.
Brittany started trying to pull herself out of the pants she was wearing. Helping Brittany out and pulling them halfway down, Santana traced her tan fingers across the wet slit, capturing the blonde's arousal as well.
"Sahntahnaah...ahh," Brittany moaned as she felt her legs involuntarily opening wider to let the Latina gain access. "More...ugh."
"Baby, I'm gonna make you happy," Santana husked into Brittany's dripping core. She parted Brittany's legs and using her left hand, Santana parted Brittany's wet, slick folds. Instantly, Santana's mouth watered at the view. Under the dim light, Santana could make out every ridge, every fold beautifying Brittany's pink, soft muscles.
"Santana...quick, I need...I need..." Brittany's voice were indented by sharp intakes of breath.
Seeing the blonde's need, Santana delved her tongue on to the moist muscle. Her tongue traced every ridge that textured the blonde's core. And her tongue continued its task until she found the small nub of muscles that was the center of Brittany's pleasure. She nibbled on it and defted small, circular patterns around it, eliciting the most animalistic moans from the blonde's mouth above her.
"Santana...uhhh, oh...San, please...don't...ahh," Brittany hadn't heard herself scream out as the Latina sucked on her bundle of nerves. The feeling and the amount adrenaline rushing through her veins was somewhat very...foreign.
Santana had been crouching on the bathroom floor, but she didn't seemed to mind the ache on her knees as she heard the moan from the blonde who was propped on the cubicle's ledge, writhing and wriggling from the ecstasy she was feeling.
Santana flicked her tongue faster as she felt Brittany's muscles clench. She knew that Brittany was approaching her climax, and Santana did not plan on letting her go yet...not yet. Tentatively pushing her tongue in and out of the moist hole, Santana's hand took off her pants and underwear and then she found her own bundle of nerves between her own legs. But, a few moments passed by, cream-white hands and milky lithe fingers joined the caramel ones and started to trace Santana's moist slit. Two fingers found its way and strained to get through the tight ring of muscles that marked Santana's entrance.
"Britt...Britt...ohh, ohh my go-...ahhh," Santana moaned as two slender fingers made their way into the hot, moist well, all the same time filling Santana up with a sense of fullness.
"Santana, I...I need you, inside...please..." Brittany whimpered as her other hand clung on to Santana's neck. The Latina hoisted herself and slipped in two caramel fingers inside the blonde's wet folds. Santana started to pump slowly into the blonde. Santana forcefully pushed through, and sometimes, Santana goes curling her fingers, and in turn successfully hitting the sweet spot inside Brittany that sent her teetering around the edge of ecstasy.
"San...San..." Brittany's moans became louder and louder as Santana pushed harder and harder inside her. The Latina's pace quickened, and suddenly, she withdrew her fingers fully.
Brittany's eyes flared open at the sense of the contact loss. Whimpering slightly, she raised her sweaty-browed blue eyes to Santana. The Latina's face softened and her questioning look was answered by Brittany's whisper. "Please, Santana."
Parting the blonde's legs again, she slipped her tan left hand between the milky thighs. Santana pushed into the blonde's deep cavern and started her slow pumping. Gently but surely, she quickened her pace again, and she could hear the blonde's spasmodic breaths. A hand found its way back to her thighs, and soon into the Latina's womanhood.
"San...I want to you...to come with...ahh..." Santana's fingers curled deep into the blonde's sweet spot.
"Please, Brittany...please..." Santana husked.
Brittany broke into the tight ring of muscles guarding the Latina's entrance and she started pumping, in time with Santana's rhythmic pounding on her. The thin sheet of sweat adorning their bodies were glistening under the harsh light from the bathroom ceiling.
Pretty soon, they established a steady rhythm, and by each second, the both of them were becoming more and more breathless. Pumping steadily, their breathing started to sound like acute whistling.
Santana's climax hit her like a gunshot through her own veins as she felt her fingers choke under the blonde's tightening walls.
"Santana-...ahhhhh!" Brittany tried to bite her lip, and it looked as if she had bitten in forcefully, as if she can draw blood from the bite. She clawed on Santana's right arm with her free hand, causing the skin to sting.
"Britt...Brittany...ahhh...ohh..." Santana felt a new wave of heat coat around her fingers, and it started to trickle on her arm. There was also another surge of wetness that poured from Santana's own legs, and it dripped onto the bathroom floor. Quickly, Brittany went down on her knees and started lapping up Santana's juices from the brunette's hot core, and she smiled at the Latina, who also started to crouch in front of her.
"I love you, Santana," Brittany said in uneven wisps of breaths.
"I know. I love you, too, Brittany," breathlessly, Santana leaned her forehead onto the blonde's sweaty forehead.
They quickly dressed up and went back to the bar, and no one seemed to notice that it took them so long to be in the bathroom, except for the bar tender and the waiter. Feeling elated, Santana went up to the stage the second time and took the microphone. The brunette started to sing some Amy Winehouse songs which Brittany had no idea, and then Santana started to sing a song, which she explained to be something by a certain Lana del Rey.
"You have a nice voice, but you don't sing very well," Brittany smiled as Santana sat back on their booth beside the blonde. "I'm sorry I forgot to mention."
"Glad you liked it. And believe me, I can sing very well," Santana said as she drained the last of her mug of warm beer. Doing all those job earlier seemed to make Santana a lot thirstier. She wiped the dripping beverage from her chin with the back of her palm. "When I am not drunk. Can I have one more beer? No, two bottles of beer."
"You've got one too many drinks, how about we head home now, babe?" Brittany stood up after the two bottles of beer. After all, they still have to drive.
"No, don't hold me up. I can manage," Santana stood up, and swaggered out of the pub, holding Brittany's hand along the way.
"At least, let me drive," Brittany offered. "Thank you, for all the magic and the good time."
"I can't argue with you driving..." Santana murmured. "And nahh, don't worry about that magic thing."
"You sit on the passenger's side. You'll spend the night with me," Brittany declared.
They drove through the streets, with Santana peering out of the passenger's side window, gazing at the stars. She was murmuring to herself and Brittany further discovered that she was singing something that sounds like Taylor Swift's Tim McGraw, but Santana had sung all the wrong lyrics.
"I said the way her blue eyes shine...she'll put Lima stars to shame each night...she'll say...it's a lie..." Santana slurred.
"You wanna see the stars, Tana?" Brittany asked softly as she took a left turn. She planned on taking a back road and cut across the country so it would save them both some time.
"Uh huh...I wanna..." Santana murmured and she pointed to a stretch of grassland beyond them. "I wanna sleep outside tonight, with you...close to you, my love."
There was something about the way Santana had said it, maybe the way she had pleaded with her eyes, that made Brittany swerve to the dirt road and pull up on the dry creek bed she once knew when she was younger.
"Santana, let's get out of the car," clutching at the Latina's hand, she led her to the grassy patch of land just above them. Just then, Santana chanced to look up the sky and she had to swallow her breath.
"Wow," Santana mooned over the starry June sky. "It's beautiful."
"I know," Brittany smiled, not to Santana but to herself. "I've always believed that they are."
"Yeah, up until now...they were just, beautiful," Santana looked her way. "Something just caught my eye...something enchanting. Come on, lie down with me."
Santana made their way back to the Chevy and she pulled something from underneath it – a large, bulky sleeping bag. "Come on, crawl in," she beckoned for Brittany to crawl under the bag. "Don't worry, there's a lot of room inside."
A few minutes later, Santana and Brittany were snuggled and all warn in the sleeping bag, laying just in the back of the old, beat-up Chevy truck. The warmth they had shared in the bag was something that Santana could only describe as something – beautiful and at the same time, earthly.
"That's the Orion. He's a hunter," Brittany said softly, her head safe on Santana's chest. "The scorpion killed him."
Santana smiled. She knew that story, but she asked Brittany anyways, because she wanted to hear the blonde's voice. "Why?"
"Once, Orion boasted that he could hunt every animal and that no animal could defeat him. Dianna, the goddess of hunting and the keeper of these animals heard him and his boastful words. She cursed Orion and she sent the small scorpion to kill him. However, since Orion was a good hunter and because there were some who appealed to her, Dianna saved a place for him in the sky, but it had to be far, far away from the Scorpion. That's why Orion sets when Scorpio rises."
"That sucks," Santana clicked her tongue. "You know, once there was a race of people who lived by the sun and felt by the moon. They were strong and happy. They believed in magic and love and adventure. They lived short, harsh lives but they were alive. They wished on the stars."
"They're a beautiful race of people," Brittany murmured and took Santana's hand, by then noticing the bracelet that held an infinity pendant.
"Yeah, but sadly, there's only just a few of them," Santana regretfully said.
"Tell me more about these people," Brittany begged at the Latina.
"The men lived in strength and determination, and lots and lots of bravery. They were just like Indians. Everyone in that race learned to sleep under the stars and travel under the scalding sun. Women, on the other hand, fall in love with the sunset as their hairs were thrown back from their faces by the southeast winds. They were, in their own way, beautiful. They were free," Santana said, and for once, Brittany noticed a dreamy, faraway look on the Latina's brown eyes.
Silence pervaded them as each just held the other closely. Brittany was running her fingers over the Latina's cheek and she whispered a murmured "I love you" to Santana.
There was the silence again as each stared at each other's eyes.
"You are one of those people, aren't you, Santana?" Brittany asked.
"I am. I am one of the last of those race of people," Santana smiled meaningfully. "With the world now becoming smaller and smaller, and people are becoming more rational than ever, there's no room left for us, for the children of the open road."
"It's sad," Brittany said resentfully.
"Yes, it is," Santana sighed. "And I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing."
"Let's not figure it out. Not just yet," Brittany's voice echoed the same thought inside Santana's head. "Right now, let's just try to drown in this night."
"Mhmmm," Brittany murmured as she curled into Santana a little more, her arms hugging the Latina, and keeping her close.
"Yeah...close your eyes baby..." Santana said into the blonde hair.
Soaking under the moonlight until their skins were silver in tone, Santana and Brittany slept, with nothing to look forward to, and nothing to regret behind. Just them, in that moment. For now.