For those who are wondering if I will ever be updating Chocolate The First Time I Saw You, I'm sorry but I don't think so. I lost all inspiration for that fic but I will be updating this fic until the very end, I can promise you that!
Chapter 14
You don't think you'll ever be able to sleep with anyone else, ever.
Santana is lying beside you on your bed, her hair tousled and wild. Her frown long gone and her breaths are calm and slow. You just lie next to her watching as she dreams about puppies and rainbows.
At least that's what you usually dream about. And judging by the slight smile on her lips, she's dreaming sweet dreams. Or sweaty dreams. And your mind reels back to only hours ago.
The two of you underneath the covers, moving together, like it's the most natural thing in the world. Like you're supposed to always be underneath the covers with her.
Like you belong together.
After Santana had pinned you against the wall, you manage to stumble back to your bedroom. The kisses, the touches, her fingers, her hair, and the way she felt underneath you. Everything is still so clear in your head and you just have to think about it to get your body all tingly and remember exactly the way it felt when she touched you. The way she worshipped your body like it's the best thing she's ever seen.
You counted to round seven before neither of you could take it any longer and decided to just slowly kiss each other underneath the covers. Then Santana fell asleep, with her lips puckered against yours and you smiled at her attempt to stay awake. But it was to no avail.
You know that the morning will come and you'll have to go to work, and she'll be gone.
And maybe you're lying awake because you don't want her to wake up, panic, and sneak out of your apartment without her shoes on. Maybe you want to be awake when she wakes up, hold her in your arms, and beg her to stay.
You want to stay awake until the morning hours and then kiss her all over her face until she wakes up and she'll smile at you, that wide grin that shows her dimples.
You want her stay in your bed forever, to never leave.
The clock on your wall is passing four in the morning and you have work in four hours. You've given up sleep. You gave it up the same second Santana fell on top of your sheets, exhausted and wild. You gave it up the moment she gave you a smile and fell into a deep slumber. You're watching her chest move up and down and you don't think you could have spent these midnight hours in a better way.
XxXx
You're at work. April is telling you a story about her stoner friends in college and you wipe the counter, where she just spilled a few drops of her drink. It's already noon and Santana still hasn't answered your text.
You sent it the minute you walked out of your apartment. She was still sleeping soundly and she looked too adorable to wake up.
But you had to leave, you were already ten minutes late to work. But as you had suspected, Will didn't even notice you were late. You had kissed her cheek and dragged your fingers up and down her spine for fifteen minutes, but all she did was hum contently and shuffle closer to you. Her eyes never opened and her breathing only grew heavier.
You learned a new thing this morning: Santana is a heavy sleeper.
So you sent her a text instead, telling her you had to leave but that you made her a sandwich that you put in the fridge.
April is still talking to you behind the counter while Mercedes and Tina are running around, serving customers.
Every time you space out – and it happens a lot – your mind instantly fills with memories of Santana.
It wouldn't be an understatement to say that you are obsessed.
And even though it's creepy, you're okay with it.
Because Santana is the most amazing person you've ever met, she's the most beautiful, adorable and awesome person and the more time you spend with her, the more you like her.
And the more you fall. And the more you like the feeling of falling.
"Brett!"
And just like that, your peaceful thoughts are rudely interrupted by the blonde woman with over glazed eyes.
"One time, I was sleeping with this woman that also happened to be my boss – "
April drags her fingers against the counter before licking her lips. She doesn't have time to finish her story before Tina rushes up to her and yanks her off the bar stool.
"Woah, woah, woah… No need to be soo rude!" April drawls out as she gives Tina a wicked grin.
"You can't sit here and tell those stories while the whole restaurant can hear you," Tina hisses out through gritted teeth and pulls April by the arm towards the back room.
You smile faintly and roll your eyes, that girl's crazy!
"Yo, girl!" Mercedes comes up behind you and you twist around to see her face. She's smiling brightly at you at you return the smile, showing your teeth.
"You're coming out with us tomorrow, right?" She asks as she throws a peanut in the air and catches it with her mouth.
Tina had asked you a few hours ago if you would like to come out with them tomorrow to go to this club they use to go to. You said yes because of course you'd like to spend more time with the two of them since they're the funniest people ever.
As you're nodding your head up and down to answer Mercedes' question, something vibrates in your pocket. Your heartbeat instantly picks up because you have a feeling you know who it'll be.
You fumble with the edge of your pocket until you manage to pull it out. You see her name flash across the screen and something flutters in your stomach. The background on your phone is showing the picture of you and her in the store when she's kissing your cheek and something about the combination of that wallpaper and the text from her is making you smile the giddiest smile. You know that it's kind of couple-y to have the picture as your wallpaper but you don't care. Not when the picture is so damn cute. And even though you're not supposed to have feelings for her, it's pretty impossible not to have them.
Missed you this morning…
Your smile grows even wider and your cheeks hurt, the butterflies in your stomach only intensify and you're just about to type out an answer when there's a new message coming in.
Thanks for the sandwich tho. It was delicious!
You snort out a laugh and you type out that it was impossible to wake her up, though you tried. And you type that she probably was really exhausted from last night. You also throw in a winky face at the end.
You bite your lip as you read over the answer you just sent. But someone clears their throat behind you and you quickly wipe the smile off your face as you see Mercedes' amusedly raised eyebrow.
"Was that Olivia?" She teases and your eyes widen momentarily.
Olivia?
Right…
"No…" you drawl out and her eyebrows rise to the hairline.
"Oh?"
You know she wants more details but you quickly clear your throat and you pocket your phone again. You kind of don't want to tell her that you slept with Olivia's cousin yesterday and that you're pretty sure you're falling in love with her too. You don't think it would sound good out loud.
Luckily for you, Schuester calls on Mercedes to keep waiting the tables, so she turns around to go serving customers. But before she's entirely out of sight, she turns around and gives you a smile.
"Bring friends tomorrow, and whoever it is you're texting." She throws you a wink before she leaves you alone behind the bar.
XxXx
Quinn calls you on your phone as soon as you enter your apartment after your shift ends.
"Yo," you speak into the phone and you can hear her chuckle.
"Hey, Britt." Quinn's voice is sweet and honey-like and you realize how much you've really missed it. You've missed her.
"I've missed you," you tell her then and you hear her sigh.
"God, I've missed you too Britt, so much." You smile sadly because you didn't know you'd be missing her this much. "But that's why I'm coming to visit you tomorrow. I have an opening of an art studio that I want to go to in a couple of days, so I thought I could stay in your apartment?" The last sentence is more of a question but you don't have to hesitate or consider anything before you're shouting:
"Yes! Of course! I'm so excited!"
And she giggles on the other end and you smile wickedly into the phone.
"When will you be here?" you ask. You don't have work tomorrow so the earlier she gets here, the better.
"Around noon maybe, early afternoon." You squeal and she laughs.
You hear some shuffling on the other end and some voices and Quinn quickly says: "Gotta go, bestie," and you find yourself nodding your head. "See you tomorrow," she then says and you can hear the smile in her voice.
"Yeah, see you tomorrow!"
XxXx
You find yourself in Santana's apartment after you've had your dinner. She has her legs wrapped around your waist and you're gripping her ass while pushing her closer, while she's arching her back into you, sitting on her kitchen table. You kiss down her throat and you suck at her pulse point while she mumbles incoherent words in your ear.
Santana texted you to come over and when you got there she was still eating her dinner. You sat down opposite her at the table and just watched her eat. Because you're new to this whole 'friends with benefits' you don't really know how to act around her. Can you kiss her? Can you sleep with each other whenever you want to? You guess that's the whole point of this, to sleep with each other whenever you want to.
Everything was calm and peaceful until she twirled her delicious tongue around the fork and smirked at you.
That's when you decided that it's okay if you kiss her, whenever you want.
And that's when it all escalated. And the food was quickly forgotten.
"You feel so good," she pants into your neck and you catch her lower lip between your teeth and she hisses out in pained pleasure. You twist your hot tongue around hers and you lick the back of her teeth, letting your hands live their own lives as they find their way to her boobs.
Santana moans and quickly grasps the edges of your shirt, dragging it up your body. She touches your abs and it tingles all the way down to your toes and you gracefully push yourself up on the table, straddling her hips.
You grind down into her and she takes a hold of your ass, pushing you down further, making both of you moan and pant heavily into each other's mouths.
"San," you hiss out through your teeth as she drags her fingernails up the back of your bare thighs. You're thanking all the gods in the heaven that you choose to wear shorts tonight.
You feel like there isn't enough friction between your legs and you desperately need it. You need her and you need her to touch you again, like she did yesterday.
You've been daydreaming about her throughout your entire work shift and now you finally have her pressed against your body again.
You quickly leave her lips with a wet pop and you sit up in her lap. You fiddle with the edge of your shirt as you send a wink to Santana, making her eyes grow darker and her cheeks grow redder. You lift it up your body and as soon as it's on the floor, Santana dives head first in between your boobs, kissing and licking your pale flesh.
You groan and push your hips harder into her hips and you tangle your fingers in her hair. You pant against her cheek when she starts kissing up your throat and you whisper hotly in her ear that you want her now.
She wastes no time in discarding your bra and licking an erect nipple. You're grinding down on her and she drags her fingertips down your spine, letting her hands push past your shorts and grip your ass tightly. You curl your toes and bite your lower lip. You feel that burning low in your stomach grow to an almost painful level and the rhythm of your hips is spiraling out of control. Your eyes roll to the back of your head when one of Santana's hands covers your soaked panties and presses two fingers against your heat.
You tilt her chin up and you fit your lips together, it's hot and messy but your twirl your tongue around hers and her moan vibrates against your mouth. Her fingers add the slightest pressure and you buck your hips wildly.
You cup her breasts over her shirt and you're just about to throw all of her clothes off and take her on her kitchen table when there's a buzz coming from the front door.
You hear Santana groan but instead you kiss her harder, pushing your hips against her, making her forget the sound from the door.
Her hand makes its way underneath your undies and she starts to make soft circles. You know you're wet, you know you're soaking. But the way Santana whispers 'you're so wet, baby' makes your entire body feel on fire, everything tingles, and you throw your head back, rocking your hips against her fingers.
You bite down on her collarbone and she hisses and moans in your ear.
Knock knock knock.
"You got to be fucking kidding me," Santana hushes out but doesn't stop touching or kissing you. You push your tongue into her mouth and she accepts it with a loud moan.
You throw her shirt and her bra to the floor and you palm her breasts.
"Shit, Britt."
She kisses you senseless and your hands travel down her abs. You're just about to tell Santana to 'go faster' when there's another buzz.
Followed by a loud voice.
"Santana! If you don't open the door now, I'll break in!" There's a pause, when you're still rocking your hips but Santana has stopped what she's doing with her fingers.
You groan into her hair and kiss her cheek, trailing your wet lips over her jaw line.
"Shit," Santana whispers out and then the voice is back.
"You know I have to keys, Santana. Open up!"
"For fucks sake."
You groan loudly and Santana pecks your lips three times before she gently pushes you off her lap. She helps you zip up your shorts and she puts on her shirt.
Her eyes are practically black and she's still breathing like she just ran a marathon. She kisses your lips again before she tells you she's sorry and then she walks towards the front door.
You don't tell her that her shirt was put on inside out, because you think she looked adorable.
There's still a very much noticeable ache between your legs and your panties are still soaked. To say that you are now sexually frustrated would be an understatement.
"The hell do you want Puckerman?!"
Santana sounds furious and you smirk to yourself. She's probably pretty frustrated as well.
You sit down on one of the kitchen chairs and decide to wait until Santana comes back into the kitchen. Hopefully without Puckerman.
And then you could continue what you were doing earlier.
But you've never been the luckiest person.
So when Puck rushes into the kitchen and hollers out an 'I knew it! I fucking knew it!' you burry your head into your hands and you sigh.
"Hey Puck."
He doesn't answer you, he only lifts his hand up in the air in front of Santana's grumpy face and you think he's expecting a high five but the way Santana's arms are crossed over her chest, makes you think that she won't return it.
"Congrats San, she's the hottest girl you've even had in your apartment, by far."
And then Santana smacks the back of his head with her hand. She walks over to you sitting on the chair and she whispers in your ear, "I'm sorry, he's an ass."
But you only smile and shake your head because the way Santana gently sorts out the tangles in your hair makes everything worth it. The way she softly cups your cheek and gives you a bashful smile, the way she bends down and kisses your cheek makes you feel all kinds of giddy. It makes your smile stretch across your face and it makes your ear tint with pink. You feel special when she touches you like this, like you're more to her than just a fuck buddy. It makes you believe that she wants more of you than only your body.
And it's not until Puck's voice fills the room again that the scowl on her face comes back.
"We should go now, San. Wouldn't want to be late to band practice."
She glares at him. After five seconds he gets it and raises his hands in the air, before backing out of the kitchen. "Don't take too long," he says before leaving her apartment.
When Santana turns around to you again and her lips instantly turn upwards, you take her hand and pull her closer to you. She sits down sideways on your lap.
"I'm sorry," she whispers and looks into your eyes. You roll your eyes playfully. She's told you like three times already.
"You should go; we don't want Puck wandering around all alone out there. Don't know what he'll get up to…" She snorts at your words and you tighten your arms around her waist.
Suddenly the smile on her face is gone and she stares into your eyes seriously. You feel your heartbeat pick up as she keeps staring at you without saying anything.
"What is it, San?" you ask and she smiles bashfully at you.
"Can I…" she trails off and you tilt your head when she looks down into her lap. "Can I sleep in your bed tonight, again?"
You almost didn't hear because she said it so quiet. But you did and now your smile is so big that you have to bite the inside of your cheek to prevent word vomiting. That's definitely not what you expected her to say. And she didn't ask if you could have sex, she asked you if you could sleep in the same bed tonight.
So you tilt her chin up and you peck her lips slowly, reveling in the taste and the feel of her lips. They're so soft and perfect and you could never grow tired of kissing her. When you pull back, you look into her eyes and you tell her 'of course'.
You make out in the stairwell between your apartments for ten minutes before you have to push her into the elevator because she was clinging so tightly to your body, refusing to let go. Puck had called her and she had told him to fuck off. You said that she shouldn't let him wait this long in the car so you gave her one last kiss before you slapped her ass and pushed her into the elevator. You made her promise to call you when they're done so that you can let her into your apartment. She smiles bashfully again and looks down onto her feet. You giggle because she's just so freaking adorable. And right when the doors close between you she throws you a wink that makes your knees go weak.
You take a few minutes to twirl around on your toes right outside your door and before you enter your apartment, you try to make that enormous smile on your lips go away a little bit. As if your television will question you about it. As if it will ask you why you're smiling so big or why you're so in love with Santana even though you shouldn't be.
But she asked if she could sleep in your bed tonight and that means that she won't be sleeping in anyone else's bed, she'll be sharing a bed with you and you couldn't be happier.
XxXx
Next morning is probably the best morning since you don't even know when. Even though Santana stole both your pillow and the sheets and you feel a shiver down your back at the coldness.
She came over late last night so you gave her a pair of shorts and a very tiny top (more for your pleasure than hers) and you fell asleep with her spooning your back. You ignored the nagging thoughts in the back of your head that said that you're nothing more than friends who occasionally sleep with each other.
You ignored it because the way she breathed into your neck and nuzzled your hair made you pretend for only one night that you are more than that.
When you've located her body and see that it's entirely covered in the sheets, not even a head poking up, you lift a corner of the sheets, dive underneath it and crawl on top of her body. You shiver a bit but after a while her body heat starts to warm your body up.
When your body molds further and further down into her body and you start to feel how her boobs push against yours and the way her hips are placed right underneath yours, your mood suddenly shifts from cold and sleepy to something entirely different.
And suddenly you want her to wake up. Like now.
So you draw patterns on her skin with your fingers. You push her shirt up a bit so that you can trace your fingers on her abdomen.
When she mumbles something incoherently under her breath and furrows her brows, still very much asleep, you can't help but smile down at her. She's so fucking cute and she's not even awake.
You push yourself up on your elbows and you look down at her, watching every twitch on her face. You kiss her left shoulder and she mumbles something more. You lean in closer so that you can hear better but she stops speaking right as you lean in. You kiss her cheek instead and this time you think she said something like:
"Mhgbgmfg."
But you don't know what that means. You make a mental note, thinking you should ask her about that when she wakes up.
"Mhmpf."
You kiss her other cheek and then you kiss her temple and she wiggles her body a little, making her body squirm against yours.
Suddenly she opens her eyes slowly, blinking rapidly while looking around.
There are white sheets all around you and over your heads, it actually feels like you're in a fort, and you guess the amused smile on Santana's face tells you that she's kind of confused. So you explain everything to her.
"You took my sheets in your sleep, so when I woke up it was freezing. So then I got under the covers with you and, yeah, now I'm here," you shrug a shoulder as if this is a very normal position.
"So, you decided to straddle me in my sleep and start kissing my cheeks?" she asks and you bite your lip, because when you put it like that, it doesn't sound so innocent as you first thought it was.
"I didn't only kiss your cheek," you say instead and your elbows are getting a bit sore so you shuffle a bit on top of her body, making yourself more comfortable.
"Oh?" Santana quirks an eyebrow and then her eyes shift down to your lips swiftly and she licks her own lips.
"I kissed your temple too," you say with a side-looped grin and she rolls her eyes at you.
You smile down at her for a few more seconds and she smiles right back up at you and your grin widens for each passing second.
"I'm kind of hungry," she mumbles then and you look down onto her lips.
"Okay," you say. "We can eat breakfast."
"Okay."
But you don't move. So when Santana taps your thigh and asks you if you could eat, you shake your head and you say 'of course' under your breath before lifting the sheets from over your head and you sit up on her lap.
You stretch your arms up over your head and you yawn.
"Britt," Santana whines and you look down at her eyes roaming your exposed stomach. "We need to eat breakfast."
"Okay, sorry," you say with a wink and you're not sorry at all.
XxXx
Santana wiggles her eyebrows suggestively and you look at her in amusement.
She comes closer to you and you smirk at her while taking a step backwards, until you're hitting the wall behind you. She takes the last two steps towards you and closes the distance between your bodies.
You put your hands on her hips and dip your head so you're hovering over her lips.
Santana places her hands behind your neck and pulls your forward so your noses brush together. You inhale her scent and you slowly part your lips, breathing her in.
Santana moves her head up a few inches and when her plump lips brush against yours, you melt at the warmth. Tingles fill your body and settles low in your stomach. When she pulls away slightly you press your hands against her lower back and pulls her further into you.
Santana smiles and you take the moment to catch her lower lip between yours. You suck on it and your touch elicits a moan from low in her throat.
Santana slowly opens her mouth and you follow her lead and suddenly her tongue is flicking against yours and you both moan at the velvety feeling.
She twirls her tongue around yours and you're kissing until your lips start to bruise.
Suddenly she backs you away from the wall and she leads you towards the couch while not breaking the kiss. You realize what this is leading to and you pull away from her mouth.
"Santana, we don't h-have time." She drags her fingers down your body and starts to unbutton your shirt and you shiver when her fingers graze your skin. "Mhm-," you try to talk but she's making it difficult when her eyes are darkening at the sight of your abs. "Quinn's g-gonna be here soon," you say because she just texted you only half an hour ago while you were still eating breakfast and said she'll be here in forty minutes.
Santana comes closer and she dips her head down to place light kisses to your collarbone.
"Sant-tana-" you moan against her hair and she pushes you forward with her body.
"We'll just have to be quick then," she pants against your skin.
She pushes you down on the couch and she's topping you, kissing you gently on the lips. You moan her name and you pull her down flush against your body with a hand behind her neck.
You don't even hear the door. You don't even think you would have cared. Not since Puck knocked on her door yesterday, making you all kinds of frustrated. So you roll over and you push Santana down, rolling down into her body. Now you don't even notice that 10 minutes have already passed and you don't even want to know how long Quinn has been standing there before she clears her throat.
"Um, am I disturbing?"
You're so shocked by her voice that you accidently bite Santana's tongue and she groans out in pain but you don't even have time to apologize before you pant out:
"No, not at all."
You were in the middle of getting into Santana's pants so you quickly stop and Santana quickly removes her hands from your butt when she hears that there's someone else in the room.
You sit up a little and you straighten your hair out. You're about to get off Santana's lap but then you stop when you notice how disheveled she's looking. You quickly zip Santana's pants up that you tried to pull down before and then you fully stand up to greet Quinn. You try not to look awkward or flushed but it's hard when Quinn looks at you with a knowing smile.
You haven't told her that you and Santana kind of started to sleep with each other and now Quinn is looking highly amused by your rosy cheeks and heaving chests.
The stickiness between your legs is slightly uncomfortable and feels highly inappropriate but you try to push the feeling away.
You hear Santana rustle with her clothes behind you and then she comes to stand next to you, her breathing equally as choppy as yours.
Her eyes are still dark and her lips are a bit swollen from all the kissing.
She looks really hot but you avert your eyes to Quinn and you suddenly notice how terribly awkward this situation is. But Quinn either doesn't notice it, or she just decides to ignore it because she hugs you both at the same time and tells you how great it is to see you.
"I'm hungry! Britt, you have any bacon?" She asks and you bob your head up and down, guiding her into your kitchen and opening the fridge.
When Quinn takes out the bacon, she only takes half the package and then turns her head to look at you.
"Are you guys hungry?"
You look between Santana and Quinn and you notice that Santana still looks really disheveled so you answer for the both of you. "No…"
The only thing you wanted to have right now was Santana.
"I should probably head home… take a shower…" Santana trails off and you quirk an eyebrow at her while she looks at Quinn, her eyes wide and she scratches her neck.
"Okay, see you later Santana!" Quinn quips and you roll your eyes at your best friend. You know that she will grill you about this but you hoped that Santana would stay a little longer, one: because you really like her company, and two: because that will make Quinn shut up and not ask questions.
But Santana waves at the both of you before walking towards the hallway. You smile timidly at Quinn before you follow Santana.
She collects her clothes in your bedroom and then she looks into the body length mirror hanging on your wall, and her eyes widen momentarily before she straightens out her hair and readjusts her shirt.
You smirk at her and when she walks back to you standing in the doorway, she looks bashfully down onto her feet.
"Hey," she says and your face split into a big smile.
"Hi."
She tries to walk past you out the door but you block her way.
"Are you not going to kiss me goodbye?" you ask and she quirks her eyebrow.
"Of course I am," she says and you feel your chest flutter at her words.
"Okay, good!" you say and the moment the words are out, you feel pretty lame for sounding so excited about a goodbye kiss.
You just don't think that every friends with benefits share goodbye kisses when they leave. At least that's what you've seen on film, they just have sex and then they part ways.
But Santana smiles bashfully to the ground and she pokes your toe and you decide to let her pass.
When you're standing by your front door and Santana has her shoes on – even though she's only walking across the hall – she quickly leans forward and kisses your cheek.
But before her lips connect with your cheek, you turn your head and you don't care about how cheesy you're being, you feel her smile against your lips and you feel pretty awesome.
Santana and you kiss for a few minutes, just slowly moving your lips together and caressing each other's cheeks, before she opens the door and walks out of your apartment with a smile on her face.
When you return to the kitchen, Quinn is sitting by your table and smirking at you as you pass the threshold.
You dread the questions that are going to attack your face but the only thing Quinn says is, "Feel free to explain when you're ready."
And you sit down across from her and cross your legs under the table. You furrow your eyebrows at her because this is the first time she's given you a chance to explain complicated stuff at your own pace.
You're very glad for it, you're just surprised.
But you're ready. You're too ready. It's almost like you'll explode if you don't tell anyone.
Because these past three days have been intense. To say the least.
"We slept together," you start out slowly.
Quinn rolls her eyes at you, "Obviously".
You poke your tongue out at her and keep speaking.
"We're only, like, friends with benefits," you say tentatively and scratch the back of your neck.
"What–" Quinn widens her eyes at your words and you bite your lip. "Britt!" she says somewhat sternly and you sigh, letting your hands fall to your lap.
"I just really wanted her, Q" you say and suddenly her face visibly softens. "I think she likes me too, somehow. The way she touches me, it's-" you don't know how to explain it, you just think that it's something more to your relationship than only sexy friendliness.
Quinn takes your hand on top of the table and squeezes it. You look up at her and she sighs.
"Well, Santana definitely needs to grow a pair. Get some lady-balls if you know what I mean," Quinn wiggles her eyebrows and you crack a grin.
"I hope so too," you say and Quinn rounds the table to give you a bone-crushing hug.
XxXx
You convinced Quinn and Santana to go out clubbing with you and Mercedes and Tina later in the evening. It didn't take much begging of Santana. You only sent her a text telling her to come with you, and that you promised her a dance on the dance floor.
She answered two seconds later with an 'of course Britt anything for a dance with you' and it made your smile permanent for the rest of the afternoon.
Quinn, though, was another story. But after a promise involving bacon and a The Mentalist marathon, she was in.
You're standing outside the club with Quinn next to you. You texted Tina earlier and she told you that they're already inside.
Now you're only waiting for Santana.
And when a taxi pulls up outside the club and a Latina with long flowing black hair wearing a tight red dress climbs out of it, you think you might actually die.
But you manage to survive, and when she leans in to hug you, you can smell her perfume and the shampoo in her hair and you're swooning.
She hugs Quinn too but Quinn doesn't look too pleased with her. You guess that has something to do with what you told Quinn about earlier.
You see Mercedes and Tina in a booth, filled with three other people. You quickly walk over there with Quinn and Santana trailing closely behind.
"Brett!" Mercedes shouts and you roll your eyes.
"Not you too!" you say before leaning down and giving her a tight hug.
"This is Rachel, my friend," Mercedes says to you as she points to a small brunette sitting by her side.
Rachel reaches her hand forward and shakes your hand, she has a vice grip and you almost feel like every bone in your hand is about to crush.
"So nice to meet you, I've heard so much about you!" Rachel grins widely at you and you tell her 'same' before greeting Tina on the other side of the table.
You hug her and she tells you how nice it is to see you.
Then she points over her shoulder at an Asian guy sitting behind her. "This is Mike, my boyfriend."
You are just about to take his outstretched hand before you realize who this is.
Olivia's roommate.
Then you look closely and suddenly your head connects the dots.
Mike.
Mike.
Mike.
It's Mike.
The guy you lost your virginity to. When you were still a very young teenager and still didn't know you were a flaming homosexual.
"H-hi!" you stutter out and he smiles at you, giving you a confused look when you don't take his outstretch hand.
"You're Olivia's roommate, right?"
"Um, yeah! You know her?" he asks and you bob your head up and down.
You turn around to see Santana introducing herself to Mercedes and Rachel.
"It's Santana's cousin," you say and then you bite your lip. You inhale slowly before looking right into Mike's eyes. "Also, I think you and I had sex in high school."
Tina chokes on her drink and you bend down to pat her back a little.
Mike looks really confused and it looks like he's about to start laughing. But you think he notices your serious face because his face suddenly looks nothing but amused.
By now the whole table has turned their eyes towards you and Mike, including Quinn and Santana.
Suddenly his face shows recognition, and his mouth opens wide. "Brittany?!"
"Yep, that's me!" you say, while laughing a little, embarrassed.
"Oh, wow." Mike seems really baffled but stands up to hug you. "How are you?" he says and you laugh.
"I'm good, how are you?"
"Good, good." You bob your head up and down and suddenly it becomes a little awkward.
Tina is still looking pretty confused and bewildered.
But Mercedes speaks up and asks you to sit down so you do.
Tina and Mike walks over to the bar to order drinks and you sit down next to Rachel.
Santana shuffles in next to you and she places her hand on your thigh.
"Was that the guy you lost your virginity to?" she whispers into your ear and you nod your head.
"Yep."
"Oh," Santana frowns, looking away towards the bar.
You can't help yourself when she frowns like that. The way she squints her eyes and trails her eyes up and down Mike's body, scrutinizing him with her glare. You lean in and peck her cheek and she instantly look back at you, smiling shyly.
And when Rachel looks at you curiously and asks you how long you and Santana have been dating, you see from the corner of your eye how Quinn stifles a giggle into the palm of her hand. Santana clears her throat and her cheeks redden and you take a long sip of Mercedes' drink before you croak out that you're not dating at all.
Rachel only furrows her eyebrows before looking between you and Santana for a few seconds and then she just shrugs, going back to talking to Quinn about god knows what.
You feel a hand on your thigh again and it tingles all the way down in your shoes and up to your scalp, and then you know that it's Santana's fingers that tickle the skin on your inner thigh.
"You wanna dance?" She smiles at you coyly and flirtatiously at the same time, and you find yourself being dragged onto the dance floor before you know it.
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You're flinging your head back and forth and Santana is in front of you, swinging her hands and jumping up and down like some overly excited kid and you laugh so hard your stomach hurts.
After a couple shots of vodka, the two of you pretty much turned into the craziest people in the entire club.
But when Santana pretends to be a swimming crocodile, you don't really care if other people think you're crazy.
She's the most adorable person ever and you can't hold in your laughter.
When Santana walks away to the bathroom, claiming she's had too much to drink and needs to pee, you continue to dance on your own.
After a while Quinn comes up behind you and you start to dance in a circle, with Mike and Tina.
In your drunken state, you take a hold of Mike's shirt and tell him you're sorry for sleeping with him. He says that you don't have to be sorry. So you apologize to Tina instead, and after a few seconds, she nods her head and gives you a hug.
Then you dance with them. And Mike's an awesome dancer and you think it's cool how the first person you had sex with, turned out to be amazing at dancing.
You pat your back a little for choosing such awesome people like that.
First Mike and now Santana.
Could it have been better?
You twirl around and you're so into your own dancing that you don't even notice when a girl comes up beside you and starts dancing next to you.
The girl is starting to get closer to your body and you suddenly feel her hands on your waist and you're looking into green eyes. They're sparkling and she's smiling and you smile back while you keep swinging your hips.
You see a bulb of blonde hair over the random girl's shoulder and Quinn is smirking at you, telling you without words to go for it.
You chuckle at her but shake your head.
Sure, this girl is hot but there's an even hotter girl in the bathroom that you're waiting for.
The girl shouts an 'hey' over the loud music and she asks for your name.
After a couple of minutes of more dancing, she scribbles her number down on a piece of paper. Before she gives it to you, she sends you a wink.
You put the piece of paper in your bra and she leans in to kiss your cheek.
You're not thinking about keeping the note, but it would be rude to just drop it on the dance floor right in front of her.
So you smile at her and just when she starts to back away from you, arms drape around your waist, and soft kisses are pressed to your collarbone.
You know that it's Santana and by the way that random girl with green eyes is staring frightened at Santana, you think she's giving the girl a glare.
And by the way Quinn hides her mouth in her hand and bounces her shoulders up and down; you think she saw the glare too.
And then Santana turns you around and kisses your lips.
And you don't think this is appropriate for your arrangement. You don't think you can just kiss without the intention of having sex, which you don't think you're about to do because you're in the middle of a dance floor. But Santana kisses you, in the mass of people, and her lips feel amazing against yours.
So you kiss her back and close your eyes, feeling the goose bumps forming on your skin.
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"Can you stop dry humping each other, it's sickening."
You're in a taxi cab with Quinn, Rachel and Santana and for the past minutes Santana and you have been making out. You're not dry humping each other, not at all. Quinn is exaggerating.
You're only halfway on top of Santana's lap and you're only kissing her lips. Maybe you sucked on her earlobe a while ago too but mostly you're just kissing her lips.
You drag your fingernails up her thigh and you faintly hear Rachel asking Quinn if she is sure "they're not dating?"
The clock is already way past midnight and you were dancing for almost two hours. After Quinn had had enough of the dancing, she dragged you back to the booth to play drinking games with everyone else.
And when all of you had been playing drinking games for almost two hours, everyone was pretty out of it.
So Quinn decided that you should share a cab with Rachel and now you're sitting four people cramped in the back seat. You don't even know why none of you is sitting in the front but you don't care since you this way, you have to be close to Santana.
When you've dropped Rachel off, you're going up the elevator with Santana and Quinn.
After a few seconds of silence from Quinn, she sighs and then agrees to sleep on the couch, and give you and Santana the bedroom.
Usually when Quinn and you have a sleepover, you sleep in the same bed. But Quinn is a good friend and you have to give her some more bacon for being so nice. Quinn huffs and tells you that she can take the couch on one condition.
"Don't scream to loudly," she says and you instantly blush. You're not even sure you're about to have sex with her, Santana only asked if she could sleep in your bed again, you know, because of the ghosts in her apartment. And you said yes.
But you decide to make the situation even more awkward so you smile smugly and wiggle your eyebrows at the two of them.
"Actually, Santana's quite the screamer," you say in a hushed voice and you feel a light punch in the arm. Santana's blushing like you've never seen her before and you try to hide your smirk but it's hard.
"Am not!" she says under her breath and Quinn puts her fingers into her ears.
"Did not need to hear that!" she squeals and you chuckle quietly to yourself.
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There was a lot of fluff, hope you didn't mind! Next chapter will be interesting and there'll be more Quinn
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