Hey guys, chapter 3 is done. Took me a while, haven't been very inspired lately, sorry if that shows in this chapter. Anyways, thanks for the reviews, favs and follows, means a lot, keep 'em coming!
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"Ugh I HATE maskerade partys!" Santana sighs.
"Don't be a bitch Santana, I know you will like the theme." Quinn smirks.
"I doubt it."
"The theme is Me in high school!" Quinn looks excited but Santana doesn't get why she would like that. Sounds awful.
"Uhm, why would I like that? Just means I'll have to see Berry in her awful reindeer sweater, her style has strangely improved after high school by the way, don't you think?" Santana trails off.
"I don't know, whatever, but you me and Brittany will get to wear our old Cheerios outfits!"
Santana didn't think of that. She smirks, that actually sounds pretty fun. And Brittany always looked so hot in that impossibly short skirt… She doesn't want to seem too excited though, Quinn would get smug.
"Yay…" she says unenthusiastically and waves her hands around her head a bit. Quinn rolls her eyes.
"See you at my place tomorrow. And keep it in your pants by the way, Sam will be there."
Quinn was strangely ok with what happened at The Lima Bean two days ago. She told Santana that if she hurt Brittany again, she would kill her, but that the two of them were inevitable.
Santana is not having the best time at this party. She is sitting with Rachel and Quinn, bored from their conversation. Across the room Brittany is right now in the middle of a conversation with Trouty. Ugh, gross. She finishes her fourth drink and walks over to the minibar to get a shot of tequila.
"Nice outfit!" the bartender(what? Quinn hired a bartender?!) winks as he points to her Cheerios costume. Santana sighs, random guys have been checking her out all night. Normally she would appreciate it but she is kind of annoyed by it right now. She can't really blame them though. She herself hasn't been able to take her eyes off Brittany. It gives her flashbacks from high school and all the sneaking around before they came out. She looks across the room and finds that Brittany and Sam seem to be in some kind of argument. Good, maybe they break up.
As the night goes on Santana keeps on drinking tequila with Quinn and Rachel and around midnight they are all pretty drunk. Brittany has joined them at the table, sitting next to Santana, and they are all sharing memories from high school, in spirit of tonight's theme.
"Oh my god, do you remember when you and I had that fight in the hallway Santana?!" Quinn laughs. Santana chokes on her drink.
"OH MY GOD YES" she almost screams. "That was awesome, you actually put up a good fight Fabray." She winks at the blonde.
"Well, I can be feisty, you know." Quinn smirks. Brittany looks kind of annoyed and suddenly puts her hand on Santana's knee under the table. Santana turns her face to her with a questioning look on her face but Brittany just looks at Quinn with a skeptically raised eyebrow. Quinn looks uncomfortable for a second. Santana feels an awkward tension between the two blondes. She takes Brittany's hand under the table and whispers in her ear "Britt, be nice.". Brittany frowns but can't help but smiling a little.
"Uhm, anyone want another drink?" Rachel saves the situation. Quinn nods in silence.
"I'm just going to go dance with Sugar and Tina, you guys want to come?" Brittany says.
"I'll come" Santana says, not wanting to have to explain to Rachel what just happened. Quinn can do that.
God she looks so hot right now. Brittany dancing in her Cheerios outfit is just too much for Santana. They have been dancing for a while and Santana is starting to feel the need to touch Brittany really bad. She leans forward and whispers in her ear "I always loved that skirt on you". Brittany smirks into Santana's hair and lets her hand brush down against her arm. Santana shudders and takes a shaky breath.
"God, stop teasing me Britt." She husks into her ear. Brittany chuckles quietly.
"Really? You want me to stop?" Brittany dances seductively up on Santana. Bodies pressed together, thighs between each others. Santana shakes her head, lets her lips brush slightly against Brittany's ear lobe and whispers "You know I don't, but this is not very discrete".
"I don't care." Brittany says and looks into Santana's eyes. Santana raises one eyebrow and smirks.
"Fine" she says and pushes her thigh up between Brittany's legs. Brittany lets out a surprised whimper. Santana chuckles smugly and is just about to do it again when-
"HEY!" Sam has appeared next to them and pushes Santana away from Brittany harshly. He looks furious. "I think you need to back off Santana!" Santana looks at Sam as her eyes darken with rage.
"Oh I think YOU need to back the fuck off!" Santana yells and surges forwards, pushing him in the chest. She can hear her own pulse and her fists clench.
"What the hell are you talking about, she is MY girlfriend! Why the hell would I back off?!" Sam growls. People are starting to look and form a circle around the three of them. Brittany looks like she has frozen to the ground.
"Because she doesn't love you, you're just a stupid boy!" Santana screams and again, pushes Sam. Someone is grabbing her from behind, holding her back. Sam looks confused and angry. Brittany finally snaps out of it and runs to Santana's side to try to calm her down. "Santana." she warns and holds her shoulders. Santana is breathing heavy and her hands are shaking a little. "Calm down…" Brittany orders quietly.
"Brittany…" Santana feels the rage leave her body and get replaced by exhaustion. "I can't…"
"What are you-" Brittany tries, but Santana just turns around and runs out of the house.
Santana forgot her jacket and it's surprisingly cold out but she doesn't really care. Her head is spinning and she can't really sort out what just happened. She is so tired. For the first time since coming home it all hits her. She misses being Brittany's real girlfriend so much. Sure, it's hot and exciting sneaking around but it's also fucking exhausting. And she hates Sam, and she hates herself, and she hates this whole situation. Santana is almost home when she hears steps echoing far behind her and turns around, it's Brittany. Of course it's Brittany. Santana keeps walking, she has tears in her eyes and for some reason she doesn't want Brittany to see them.
"Santana slow down!" Brittany screams. Santana just walks, even faster, as she feels the tears start running down her cheeks. She wipes them away with her hand.
"Santana please, why are you running from me?" And Santana doesn't know. She hears Brittany start running behind her and she gives up and turns around abruptly.
"WHAT?!" She yells right before Brittany pretty much crashes into her, not being able to stop. Backs a few steps and stares at Brittany stubbornly.
"Just talk to me! Tell me what's going on!" Brittany screams back at her, frustrated, hurt.
"You wanna know what's going on?!" Santana's voice is cracking. "Well here's what's going on: I can't fucking stand it. Seeing you with him, knowing you're with him, knowing he kisses you, touches you, fucks you! It drives me crazy and I can't take it anymore!"
Brittany looks down to her feet. "I know." she says quietly.
"Well it doesn't really help that you know." Santana spits.
Brittany looks up, with eyes so blue and so, so sad. She is closing up on Santana, who can feel her scent, and it breaks her heart. Santana softens when Brittany's hand reaches up and wipes away a tear on her chin. She knows this isn't Brittany's fault. It never is. Brittany's hand traces down her arm and lands on her lower back.
"It's you Santana." she whispers. Santana looks into her eyes, questioning, shudders at the intensity of Brittany's stare, and at the feeling of Brittany's hand, tugging at the hem of her shirt.
"It's always been you." she says calmly and lets her fingers sneak in under Santana's shirt, touching, burning her lower back. Santana closes her eyes and presses her forehead to Brittany's.
"Take me home Brittany."
Ten minutes later Santana is on top of Brittany on her parents living room couch, kissing her neck aggressively. Brittany lets out a loud moan and bucks her hips into Santana's.
"Are we alone?" Santana pants into Brittany's hot skin. Brittany just nods and lets out another moan.
"Good." Santana huffs and pushes Brittany's cheerios top up so she can kiss her toned stomach. Brittany takes a shaky breath as Santana's tongue licks a trail from her belly button down to where her skirt gets in the way. She kisses her way back up to Brittany's mouth and bites her lip as she presses her thigh to her waiting center.
"Fuck Santana-" Brittany moans. "please…" a wave of pleasure shoots through Santana at Brittany's begging and she sneaks her hand down between their bodies. These skirts are the brilliant, such easy access. Santana teases through the fabric of Brittany's panties and is pleased with the needy whimpers she gets in return.
"Do you want me to fuck you on your parents couch?" she pants in Brittany's ear. Brittany's hips buck up into Santana's hand and her "yes" is muffled when she buries her face in Santana's neck.
"Huh? What did you say?" Santana teases, fingers rubbing up and down Brittany's wet panties.
"Yes- please Santana-" Brittany pants desperately.
Santana pulls back her face a little to look into Brittany's lust filled eyes when she easily sinks two fingers into her. This is one of her favorite things in the world, when she gets to see the look on Brittany's face when she gives her exactly what she wants. Brittany sighs and her eyes flutter shut.
Santana starts thrusting hard and deep into Brittany and she knows she won't take long.
"Does he fuck you this good?" she demands huskily. Brittany's stomach is starting to clench and she moans louder now. Her hands are holding on to Santana's neck for dear life and her breathing is strained.
"Huh? Does he?" Santana doesn't know what's gotten into her; she just needs to hear her say it, even though she knows he doesn't. It's like she has to prove that no one can make her feel this good. To who though? They both know.
"No" Brittany barely gets out between filthy moans. Santana is pleased. She suddenly pulls out of Brittany who whimpers disappointedly and frowns at Santana.
"I wanna taste you" Santana murmurs against Brittany's stomach as she kisses her way down once again. Brittany seems to accept that and arches up into Santana's kisses. Soon enough Santana is kissing and slightly biting at Brittany's inner thighs as she pulls down her soaked panties. She takes a moment to pull herself together before she licks teasingly lightly up Brittany's wetness. Brittany tries to buck her hips up for more pressure but Santana holds her down firmly.
"Lay still baby" she smirks and Brittany shivers at the vibration of Santana's husky voice on her clit. Santana keeps licking teasingly, driving the blonde girl absolutely crazy. Brittany is growing impatient beneath her and starts to beg.
"Santana, please- stop teasing" she whines. Santana freaking loves it and she finally gives in and presses her mouth to Brittany's throbbing center hard; lips, tongue, teeth and all. She lets her tongue fuck her as deep as she can and puts two fingers on her clit. In less than a minute-
"Oh my god-" Brittany's whole body is arching up and her hands are tangled in Santana's damp hair, pressing her even harder to herself as she comes.
"Did Trouts get pissed that you ran after me?" Santana asks as she cuddles up behind Brittany on the couch, contently.
"I don't know. I didn't really talk to him, I just went to get my jacket and left." Brittany shrugs, she seems to be feeling a little guilty though. Of course she does, she's Brittany, she's a good, caring person. Santana doesn't really have that quality.
"You know that you and I are endgame right? He's just collateral damage, he doesn't really matter." Santana whispers in Brittany's ear. Brittany stays silent, but Santana knows that she knows. Everyone knows.
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