So I decided to keep on writing on this fic. I'm not sure what will become of it, I'll just write and see. I don't own the characters. Enjoy!
Santana enters the Lima Bean, buys a latte and sits down by the window. Quinn isn't here yet, no surprise because Santana is a bit early. Her head has been spinning for the last week, Santana and Brittany hasn't spoken since the party. Well, with exception of the text Brittany sent later that night, to which Santana had woken up. "That can't happen again.". To be honest it broke her heart, even though she knew it was true. Brittany has a boyfriend who, as far as Santana knows, she is in love and happy with.
She can't stand the thought of the two of them together. It's supposed to be Brittany and Santana, they fit so well together, and it had always been that way, even when it wasn't. Brittany and Sam - that's just wrong.
Quinn walks in and immediately finds Santana. She smiles and points at the short line by the cashier, Santana nods across the room. She can't tell Quinn about what happened at the party, she won't understand. She's always telling Santana that Brittany is too good for her never approved of how Santana broke up and handled things. As if Santana didn't know all that. Quinn sits down and waves a hand in front of Santana's face. "Helloo? You there?"
"Huh?" Santana snapped out of it. "Hey Q, sorry, I'm a bit tired." she lies.
"Hm okay, how are you doing?" she asks while taking her jacket of and taking a sip of her coffee.
"I'm ok. It's good to be back." Santana smiles.
"Yeah, about that, how long are you staying for?"
"The whole summer, so… two more months. How about you?"
Quinn looks different. She seems more confident and grown, which really suits her.
"Not sure…" Quinn smiles.
They keep catching up for a while but never touch the subject of Brittany, Quinn knows it's toxic. Santana can sense that Quinn really wants to ask though. Of course she wants to, both Brittany and Santana were so broken after the break up and never really spoke with anyone about it. And now it's been like 8 months, and as far as Quinn knows, they really spoken to each other since, with exception of the little awkward encounters at Mc Kinnley in the beginning. Santana should probably mention that they were at the same party at least… She doesn't have to go in to detail.
"So… I met Brittany last week." Santana blurts out.
"What? Wow, how did that go?" Quinn looks concerned, probably more for Brittany than Santana.
"Um, it was awkward. Don't like seeing her with Sam, but yeah…"
"Well, it's your own fault." Here we go. Santana sighs.
"I know that Q, will you get off my back about that? You know, you're not that innocent yourself!" she snaps.
"What's that supposed to mean?!" Quinn looks offended.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about! Our little two time thing at the hotel on valentines."
Quinn's face turns red and she crosses her arms over her chest.
"That is NOT the same-" Quinn gets silent as she sees something behind Santana.
"What happened on valentines?" Santana hears as she slowly turns around in her chair. Fuck.
There stands Brittany, smile on her face, eyebrows raised. What now? How the hell do they get out of this? Santana opens her mouth, and closes it. She can't decide what to say.
"Brittany! Nothing!" Quinn says, way too loud. "Um, just… Santana was really drunk that's it!"
Quinn is panicking, and so is Santana. Brittany looks suspicious but she won't question it. Not now.
"I have to pee!" Santana exclaims and pretty much runs to the restrooms, leaving Quinn alone with Brittany.
Santana goes in to one of the booths, sits down on the toilet lid and breathes out. God, how can it be so hard to just be near her? It was probably a bit shitty to leave Quinn in that awkward situation but she just couldn't handle it. She tries to gather herself and is just about to go back when she hears the door open.
"Santana?"
Shit. Brittany has followed her to the restrooms. Santana clears her throat. "Yeah?"
"Can you come out?" she says quietly. Santana flushes the toilet and unlocks the door with shaky hands. Brittany is just standing there, watching Santana step out from the booth and start washing her hands. Santana is avoiding Brittany's eyes. Once again they find themselves alone in a bathroom with this painful tension.
"What is going on with you guys?" she asks bluntly.
"What do you mean, nothing." God, she can't lie to Brittany. It's impossible.
"Santana. You are both acting weird, and when you ran off just now Quinn started to hysterically talk about how her coffee wasn't the right color. There is something you are not telling me. What happened on valentines?" Brittany is starting to look pissed.
Santana doesn't want to lie, and she should tell the truth. Brittany deserves it. It just won't come out.
"I was just really drunk, like she said." Santana looks at her feet.
Brittany launches forward, grabs Santana's face and forces her to look into her eyes. Her intense, blue eyes are breaking her heart. She can't take it.
"I slept with Quinn."
Brittany just stares at Santana for a while. Then her hands fall down to her sides and she backs up a couple of steps. Santana just waits for her reaction, scarred to death.
"Oh." Brittany finally says. Her face has turned pale and she looks somewhat nauseous.
"Britt I-" Santana tries, but she's interrupted.
"Why would you do that?" Brittany's voice sounds unnatural, it breaks Santana's heart.
"I don't know Brittany, all I saw was you and damn Trouts dancing and kissing and…" she swallows hard. "I couldn't take it. I can't take it!" she almost yells.
"BUT QUINN?!" Brittany has tears in her eyes. "Why Quinn? Do you like her? Is that why you really broke up with me?"
Oh god. She got it all wrong. And she is completely missing the part when Santana said she can't stand to see her with Sam.
"No what are you talking about, of course not! It just happened, it didn't mean anything! It was just sex!"
Brittany looks disgusted and hurt and Santana hates it.
"Did you come?" Brittany asks.
"Did I- What? Why are you- what?!" Santana can't even speak. Why does she want to know that?
"Did you come?" she repeats, her eyes are dark and her teeth clenched.
"No it wasn't like that. It was I who- I mean, Quinn did. I just-" Brittany holds her hand up and Santana shuts up. She waits for Brittany to say something but she doesn't.
"Britt you were with Sam… I was hurt. You really have no right to be mad…" she stops as Brittany starts to cry into her hands. "No Britt don't cry… I'm sorry…" she takes the few steps and wraps her arms around the girl. Brittany buries her face in Santana's neck and lets it all out. Santana holds her desperately, pressing her mouth to her head. Soon Santana is crying too and they just stand there, holding each other for a while.
"Santana…" Brittany cries in her ear. Santana loosens her grip and looks Brittany in the eye. The look she gets is like a punch in the stomach. So sad.
"Santana I can't stand it."
"What can't you stand baby?" at the word baby Brittany's pupils dilate and her eyes falls to Santana's lips.
"I need to-" Brittany's eyes move between Santana's eyes and lips, distracted. "Can't we just-" their lips are so close.
"Huh?" Santana husks almost inaudibly. She can feel Brittany's hot breath on her lips and her mouth suddenly feels dry. She licks her lips.
Their lips brush slightly against each other when Brittany whispers "Kiss me". Santana can feel her knees go weak as she agonizingly gently brushes her lips against Brittany's. A soft moan escapes Brittany's lips. Santana shivers and takes Brittany's lower lip between hers.
The kiss escalates rather quickly from there. Soon Brittany's tongue asks for entrance and is allowed and welcomed. Santana let's her hands sneak in under Brittany's shirt and up her back. Their bodies press together and Brittany breathes heavily into Santana's mouth. She starts pushing Santana against one of the booths and they crash into the door before they find their way inside, distracted by each other's lips and hands. Brittany closes the door behind her and turns to Santana again. She pushes her up against the wall and kisses her hungrily. Santana lets out a throaty moan and bucks her hips into Brittany's who in turn puts her thigh between Santana's and pushes into her core. Santana is going crazy and she can feel that Brittany is getting pretty excited too.
Luckily Santana is wearing a short dress that allows Brittany to just pull it up a little to get access. No time to waste, Brittany pulls Santana's thong to the side and slides right in. Santana gasps for air and holds on to Brittany's neck for dear life. Brittany grabs Santana's left leg and pulls in upwards so that Santana's foot can be placed on the toilet seat. This way Santana's legs are a bit spread and Brittany gets better access. She goes right back to thrusting into Santana, two fingers, knuckle deep, while kissing her neck.
"Oh god, that's so good. Don't stop." Santana whimpers.
And Brittany doesn't stop. Santana is just about to let out a really loud moan when they hear the door open and someone enter. Brittany's hand flies to Santana's mouth and her moan is suppressed.
"Brittany? Santana? You guys have been gone for like half an hour, everything ok?" it's Quinn, freaking Quinn. Brittany looks at Santana with half panic, half amusement and lets her hand fall from her mouth so she can answer.
"Uh yeah we're here. We'll be out in like 5 minutes. We're uh… Talk-ing." Santana's voice is strained and she is a bit out of breath. Brittany's fingers are moving still inside her.
"What? Why would you be talking inside the toilet booth, that's a bit gross and just-" Quinn seems to connect two and two. "Oh my god. Ew ew ew, what the hell, really?!" They can pretty much hear her blush. "I'm leaving now. Never coming back here. Oh my god… Unbelievable..." she mumbles as she opens the door. "Call me!" And the door is shut. Santana finally lets out a moan as Brittany giggles in her ear.
So, sorry about this being similar to the previous chapter. There will be different stuff coming up, promise! And also, please review, I wanna know how to improve. Thanks for reading.