September 19, 2013 – Santana Lopez and Brittany Pierce dinner in Puerto Rico
I still can't believe all the amazing things Santana has done for me. I didn't think I would ever find someone that makes me feel like she does. She treats me like a princess, she makes me feel tingly and warm. It's amazing how just one touch from her can make me feel infinitely better. And when we are holding hands like we are now she makes me feel grounded, like she's never going to let me get lost.
"You okay Britt-Britt?" she asks quietly as we wait for the hostess.
"Yeah I was just thinking."
"About what?"
"About you, and how happy you make me," I whisper quietly. There's no point in trying to pretend like I was thinking about anything other than Santana.
She moves our intertwined hands up to her lips and kisses my knuckles softly. I lean into her a little more, savoring the feeling of being close to her.
"If these people don't hurry up and get some service out here, Auntie Snixx might just come out to play" she says jokingly. Still I do know that Santana's getting impatient, and when Santana is kept waiting too long, it is not pretty. Luckily someone comes to greet us and finally takes me to our table. I sit down and start looking over the menu, I can tell it must be traditional Puerto Rican food because most of the dishes are in Spanish.
"San, I don't know what to get. Will you order for me?"
"Sure baby," she says giving me a smile.
"How did you hear about this place?" I ask looking around. I really liked the feel of it. It is relaxing and warm and cozy, it almost makes you feel like you're not in a restaurant at all.
"This was my Abuela's favorite place. She used to take me here every time we came to Puerto Rico."
"How often did you come?"
"Usually every two or three years, you know my dad's side is from here so we used to have some family out here, but they have all died since." She spoke softly giving short answers. I could tell that she didn't want to talk about her grandmother anymore so I didn't ask any more questions. I figure if Santana wants me to know she will tell me. The server came by our table and Santana spoke briefly with him ordering our meals and drinks and then turned back to me. God I loved her eyes. That chocolaty brown so deep it seems like I could fall right in and be wrapped up in it. She smiled at me lightly recognizing my admiring stare.
"Britt I want to ask you something?"
"Okay." I wasn't really sure to expect and it made me slightly nervous.
"I want to know how you feel about meeting my family? They have all been dying to meet you and I really want them to meet the girl I'm in love with."
I was momentarily distracted by Santana's use of the word love. I know we use it a lot now and it isn't a big deal but that doesn't stop my heart from fluttering every time she says it. She's looking at me patiently waiting for an answer. I suddenly remember the question and quickly reply.
"I would love to! I want to meet your family and eventually I want you to meet mine too."
She smiled at me and I could see her release a breath she had been holding.
"Well when would you want to go?"
"Now!" I reply quickly, I slow down a bit seeing Santana's wide smile. "I mean soon. I would like to meet them as soon as possible."
She leans across the table and gives me a peck on the lips stroking my cheek as she does.
"I love you Brittany," she whispers quietly, and I swear my heart flutters for like the billionth time today.
"I love you too Santana," I let out breathily.
The waiter comes with our food soon, and I suddenly realize how hungry I am. The plates look so delicious. There's so many different colors and smells. I immediately dive right in, giving everything a little taste. I taste the meat pie and I don't know if I've ever tasting anything so delicious in my life.
"Honey what is this!? It's amazing" I ask still stuffing food in my mouth.
She giggles at my enthusiasm.
"It's pastelón de carne," with her sexy Spanish accent I love so much. "It's a meat pie made from ham and pork and around it is tostones which is fried green breadfruit slices. It's my little sister April's favorite dish because it's not too spicy, but it still has tons of flavor."
I nod in recognition of her fifteen year old sister's name.
"So what's April like?" I don't want to push her but I want to know more about her family.
"She used to be really super sweet. I mean I remember when she was little she would come into my room at night complaining about a bad dream, and asking to sleep with me, and of course I let her. She pretty much had me wrapped around her little finger. Of course she grew up and you know now that she is fifteen sleeping in her sister's bed or holding her sister's hand isn't cool anymore. She's still an amazing kid don't get me wrong but I just can't believe how fast she grew up, it feels like just yesterday my mom and dad brought her home from the hospital."
I could see the emotion in Santana's eyes and I could hear it in the way she talked. It was so sweet the way she described her sister, it made me think of Will.
"What about Adrianna?"
"Adrianna is amazing. I loved having her as an older sister because she was always there when I needed her and we were only three years apart so we played together a lot. I've just always felt so close to her. She was the first person I came out to, and she was the main person who got me through Abuela rejecting me."
"Do you miss her?"
"Yeah sometimes but our relationship is stronger than ever now because we don't see each other all the time. When we lived together we fought a lot because we are Lopez's and we are loud and opinioned and brutally honest and when two people like that are around each other for too long it has the potential to go very wrong very fast. What about you Britt what's Will like?"
"He's really goofy and fun, and very forgetful like me, but he is much smarter than me. He is at MIT actually. He has always been more book smart than I am, but he can't dance or sing to save his life. He is also really good at reading people like I am."
We talked more about family. I loved that Santana finally felt like she could open up to me. I still didn't ask about her Abuela though. I just want Santana to tell me when she's ready.
"Britt try this," she says reaching out her spoon for me to taste. "It's carne guisada puertorriqueña. It's like a beef stew."
I reach forward tasting the stew. I am struck by all the different flavors and tastes. The heat, the sweetness, the salt, the flavors go on and on, and the meat is so tender.
"That's so good!"
Santana smiles at me.
"It's my favorite as well as my Abuela's. This was the first Puerto Rican dish I ever had. She made it for me when I was five. Hers of course was a lot spicier and a little more flavorful, but this is still one of the best I think I've ever had."
I smile back at her lightly. We finish our meal and pay the check as Santana leads me back to the hotel. We go up to our room. I quickly tell Santana I have to go to the bathroom. When I come out I see her on the balcony looking out at the ocean. I notice the way the wind flies through her hair, and the way her red dress looks against the night. I walk up behind her wrapping my arms loosely around her. She leans back into me, as I place my chin on her shoulder.
"How did I get so lucky?" I ask quietly. She turns in my arms and places her lips lightly on mine. She moves them slowly before pulling back.
"I ask myself the same question every single day" she says just as quietly. I brush the hair out of her face and look her in the eyes as I kiss her lightly on the nose and place my forehead against hers. We stand there for a few minutes just looking at each other until Santana gives me another peck and reaches for the champagne. She pours two glasses handing one to me.
"Here's to six months together. Every day I realize more and more how lucky I am to have you as my girlfriend."
I set my glass down as I pull her into a kiss, wrapping my arms around her waist. She giggles into the kiss, before setting down her own glass and reaching for my neck to deepen the kiss. I feel her tongue slide against my lips and grant it access as she begins to explore. I run my hands up and down her sides and around to grab her ass. I lift her up as her legs rap around my waist. I carry her back into the room laying her down softly on the bed. I quickly pull her dress off as she does the same for me. I turn my attention to her neck as I begin to lay soft, delicate, open-mouthed kisses on her skin. I suck a little on her favorite spot and relish in the moan that escapes her mouth. I can feel her reaching behind me to unhook my bra as I move my lips further down between her boobs and unhook her own bra.
Now in nothing but our panties she takes advantage of my moment of distraction as she begins to kiss my neck softly. I continue to run my hands all over her body and move to kiss her lips as she lays back down. I kiss her slowly. I want her to feel all the love that I have for her in every single kiss. I begin moving my kisses slowly down her body, between her breasts, over her hip bones, down to her thighs. I slowly hold her legs still as I pull her panties off. I look up to find her looking straight at me, as I lower my mouth to her center. I stick my tongue out and run it carefully through her folds, paying close attention to not put too much pressure. I always have to tease her a little bit. I hear her suck in a gasp, which makes my own center ache. I continue to lick and suck hearing her breathing slowly get heavier. I start to feel myself breathing heavier too. It's amazing how Santana can get me so worked up without even touching me. I gently begin to thrust into her relishing in the taste that it Santana. I mean I've tasted her before but it never seems to loose its wonder.
I continue thrusting into her as she squirms, moaning my name a little too. I pull back, garnering a small whimper from Santana as I lay open mouth kisses all around her center, but never directly on it.
"Please Britt." I hear her moan softly. I sends a shiver down my spine and makes me eve more worked up.
I continue kissing lightly before I thrust back into Santana a few more times as she unravels. You know what I change my mind, no view is better than this, watching Santana come undone in front of me. I continue thrusting helping her to ride out her orgasm. Finally I come up to see her hair splayed all over the pillow. I lie down beside her my center throbbing. It's barely a minute before she rolls on top of me and begins kissing my neck. I whimper as her tongue traces my jawline. I'm so worked up already I feel like I might come without her even touching me. She slowly moves her hand down and takes my panties off. I feel a rush of cold air meet my center and I can't help but groan a little bit. She moves her hand back up and slowly begins rubbing my clit before thrusting two fingers into me. It only takes three thrusts before I go falling over the edge. She continues thrusting helping me to ride out my orgasm as I had done for her. Finally she lays down next to me turning to look at my face.
"There's someone in my family I didn't really tell you about," she says softly.
"I don't expect you to San, if it's too hard that's okay. I get that." I said turning to look at her too now.
"No, I want you to know. I want to share every part of myself with you." She says looking straight into my eyes. "She was everything to me. Ever since I was born she was the only person I felt like really understood me. She was the first person to hold me when I was born after my mom at least. She always gave me advice and presents and food. She would always tell me 'Santana you're skin in bones'."
I giggle quietly as Santana smiles at the memory. I can already hear the sadness creeping into her voice.
"She was tough on me, calling me names, and being very strict but she did it because she loved me. She always told me I needed to learn to be strong and in charge so that I could go places in life. She always assured me I could do or be anything I wanted when I grew up. I cursing in Spanish when I would do or say something wrong but I also remember her wiping away my tears after my first break-up. I guess about mid-year of my junior year in high school, I realized I was in love with this girl named Amy. I knew that telling Abuela she might not understand, but I didn't expect what happened. She told me that I shouldn't speak about it aloud, that I should try to suppress it, she even suggested I try dating a friend of hers' grandson. Finally she just walked away, and I never heard from her again."
I could see the tears pouring down her face as I pulled her into me. Stroking her heir and kissing away the tears.
"Shhh it's okay San I've got you. It's okay."
She finally stopped crying after about five minutes. I leaned down pressing her lips to mine, as she snuggled further into me. I knew she knew that I appreciated it, I didn't have to thank her, she knew what it meant to me. I reached down pulling the cover over us both.
"I love you Santana" I whispered softly into her ear.