It was finally Saturday. The week had come and gone at a very slow and agonizing pace. Brittany had given Santana her number before leaving Puckerman's last weekend so Santana could text Brittany her address (which by the way Santana had not done yet) and had done a happy dance on the bus all the way home.
During those torturous six days without word or street address from Santana, Brittany had to fight tooth and nail not to just call Santana or text her and ask her for the address and what her favorite animal was. She was becoming increasingly more obsessed with this girl by the hour and Brittany had just about lost all of her patience when-
UNKNOWN NUMBER: 7256 South Lima Drive. How does 11am sound?
Brittany's heart raced and her cheeks flushed with excitement. That sounded pretty freakin' great to her. She had already began to panic when Santana hadn't texted her by Tuesday and thought that Santana had forgotten about her or blew her off. But now that Santana had texted her, she forgot all about her minor weekday freak out and quickly shot back a response.
BRITTANY: I'll be there
She hoped that wasn't too quick of a response... She didn't want to sound too eager.
It wasn't until an hour later of staying in very close proximity to her phone did Brittany realize that Santana was not going to write back. Not that her text really needed a response but Brittany was still sticking around her iphone just in case.
After a long shower and a few outfit changes, Brittany hurriedly saunters toward the door before quickly being stopped by an arm grabbing her wrist.
Brittany's mom stood beside her with a smile on her face and sleeping t-shirt on her long frame.
"And where do you think you're hurrying off too, Missy?" Her mom asked. She sounded tired, but that didn't stop her from sounding loving and curious.
"I, uh.. Have cheer practice at eleven mom." Brittany lied. "I can't be late." She said more steadily. She was not about to miss an appointment with Santana.
"Uh huh... So why are you dressed like that?" Her mom asked with a smirk. Shit! She was a really really bad liar.
Brittany looked down at her pastel yellow sun dress and glittery nude flats. "Well...It's more of a seminar type thing mom. You know... we're getting expert advice from top cheer people and stuff, so we uh... don't have to like wear our uniforms today!" Brittany finished her sentence off brightly. She totally nailed that lie.
Brittany's mom narrowed her eyes playfully at her daughter. "Uh huh. Nice try Britt... Be good, remember no kissing boys on the first date." She winked at Brittany before slipping back into her bedroom.
Brittany's eyes widened. Ugh. If only she knew.
After swiping the keys to her moms beat up Honda, Brittany plugged Santana's address into Bertha, the clunky GPS and took off. Her heart was already beating like a rabbit and her palms were having trouble gripping the steering wheel because of their dampness. Maybe she was overreacting but she was beginning to find it hard to follow Bertha's directions because of her non stop brain telling her she was going to be at Santana's house in a matter of moments.
Brittany pulled up to an enormous home minutes later as Bertha told Brittany that she had reached her destination. This couldn't be right? Brittany thought as she looked around. This was more of an estate than a home. There were large iron gates flanking the property and giant pine trees lined up on either end of the drive way which seemed to be endless as Brittany counted the number of trees she passed until her car reached the front doors. 36. Wow.
Taking a second to double-check the address on her phone and the shiny brass numbers on the mansion, Brittany made her way out of the car and up to the front doors. This new discovery, the one that meant that Santana could possibly be as rich as Daddy Warbucks made Brittany all the more nervous to enter the mansion.
Sure, her poor palpitating heart could sort of handle Santana's hotness and sexy attitude and big boobs, but now throw in mega mansion to the mix and Brittany thinks she may as well keel over and give up quick. Now she definitely knows she has absolutely no shot in hell in getting with Santana. I mean, how could Santana possibly even consider her. A silly, poor, 17-year-old cheerleader with a "D" in math.
After a calming breath Brittany rang the brass bell next to the door and waited a few seconds.
Crickets.
Brittany tapped her glittery shoes impatiently against the marble flooring.
Still nothing. She was becoming more and more nervous by the second. She rang the bell again, cringing, hoping she wasn't annoying Santana if she was trying to just run though her giant house to get to the front door.
Maybe she should call her? No. That'd be annoying. She would just wa-
Brittany's thoughts were interrupted by a handsome tall man swinging the front door open. He was gorgeous, with dark brown eyes and striking features that went so well with his tanned skin.
"Can I help you?" He said, his voice deep and strong.
"I.. I'm here to see Santana?" She asked rather than stated.
"Aren't they all." He snapped and stepped aside so Brittany could enter.
Brittany wanted to ask who he was and why he was in Santana's house... But she thinks that'd be just a tad bit intrusive, especially after witnessing this mans snippy temperament.
She was about to introduce herself instead, but he beat her to it. Telling her to follow the stairs to the third floor to Santana's room before he stalked off though a downstairs hallway.
Brittany narrowed her eyes at him as he left the room. She wondered how someone could be so cold given that they're in the home of the most fascinating girl in the world. She for one was one big ball of warm and happy jitteryness.
Not wanting to wait a second longer she took to the stairs stepping two steps at a time up a giant wooden spiral staircase. As she made her way up Brittany noticed the way that the home was impeccably designed, from the dark woods to the stripped cream walls with crystal scones and bell shades. Everything was so grand yet the feeling of warmth was unmistakable. Not a frame was askew or a rug was ruffled, everything was pristine and so so clean. Even the air smelled fresh. Like lavender but with a hint of warm cookies. She wished her house could feel like this.
Reaching the top of the landing she looked around and noticed the long expanse of wall but no door. She followed the wall until it turned into a long hallway with still no door insight. The walls were lined with expensive looking wallpaper and framed images of black and white architecture. At last she reached the end of the longest hallway in existence and was met with a pair of large white double doors. This had to be Santana's room. She was pretty sure her heart was about to give out any moment. All this anticipation was killing her, she needed to see Santana. It had been a week already for crying out loud.
Without giving herself time to chicken out, Brittany gave three firm knocks to Santana's bedroom door. This time she only had to wait a moment before one of the large white doors was swung open swiftly to reveal a shocked Santana. Brittany could only smile at her bashfully. Dam! She knew she should have called.
"Brittany!" She said alarmed. She had a concerned look on her face when her eyes met Brittany's and stepped aside quickly to let her in, checking her watch and huffing in annoyance. Brittany's smile faltered and checked her watch too. She wasn't early was she?
"I can come back another-"
"No, no... I just wanted to meet you down stairs. I have a client up here now and I thought I would have finished him way before you got here." She said, walking into what looked like a living room in a large apartment.
"Did Tony let you in?" She asked. Her face serious, returning to that concerned expression she had on a moment ago.
"Uh.. I didn't catch his name..he was uh.. tall and-"
"Yea. That's Tony. Listen Brittany, did he give you any crap?" She asked seriously. A worried expression was painted all over her face.
"N-no. He uh, just sent me straight up here." Brittany answered nervously. Confused.
Santana exhaled deeply. "Next time just call me so I can meet you down stairs." She said with a smile. It wasn't a scold.
"C'mon. Lets kick this guy outs my bedroom... I've been tattooing his hairy ass for forty-five minutes. Literally." She said with the cutest disgusted face Brittany had ever seen.
Brittany followed Santana down another hallway that connected from the living room and into a door on the left hand side of the hall. Santana wasn't lying. In the center of the room was a man lying face down on one of those tattoo bed things with his pants pulled down, revealing a rather disgustingly hairy tattooed ass.
Brittany looked away, embarrassed for the poor hairy man. Santana noticed and chucked as she made her way over to the man. He seemed to care less that someone other than his tattoo artist is seeing him in this position but then again, someone getting a tattoo on their ass would probably want the world to see it.
"Time's up Matt. See you next week." She said sharply and coldly. Brittany watched as Santana made no eye contact with Matt as she walked over to a sink on the opposite end of the room and scrubbed her hands clean. Matt grumbled a thanks, pulled up his pants and was on his way.
Santana didn't turn around until he left. Brittany noticed that she had become noticeably more relaxed as soon as he had walked out.
With a friendlier demeanor, Santana clapped her hands together and smiled. "Let's get started."
"Ok." Brittany said, smiling an nodding happily. Now that her brain knew that her and Santana were all alone now, her nerves were beginning to dance again.
She made her way over to the tattoo bed, ready to hop up on it before Santana stopped her.
"Nuh uh." She said with a giant smirk. "That guys sweaty balls were all over that bed. It needs to be burned." She said seriously but with a hint of playfulness in her voice. Brittany thinks Santana just can't get any more adorable.
She followed Santana out of the room giggling.
Brittany stopped, confused, when they reached the kitchen. She wasn't really hungry but she figures if Santana was hungry then she guesses she'd eat too.
"Hop up Brittany." She said, patting the large granite island in the middle of the kitchen. Brittany still can't believe that this whole apartment in Santana's house is Santana's bedroom.
"What?"
Santana chuckled. "It's clean." She said, patting the counter top again.
"But you eat here." Brittany said, looking a little horrified.
Santana laughed loudly this time. "Please. The take out containers never make it out of my bed." She laughed again.
Brittany was now imagining what Santana would look like, curled up in bed with some chop sticks and chineese noodles. Pretty dam sexy she thought.
"Well..." Santana patted the counter again.
"Ok." Brittany giggled and attempted to hop up onto the counter but slipped down because of its height.
Santana laughed lightly and moved around to stand in front of Brittany.
"I've got you." She said, as she grabbed onto Brittany's waist and lifted her body up onto the counter with ease. Brittany was taken aback by Santana's strength. She had shown absolutely no effort in lifting Brittany, and Brittany found that extremely arousing. Santana's eyes were so close to hers now. Brittany could see all of Santana's beautiful features so perfectly. From her oh so full lips, to her deep lustful eyes to her flawlessly smooth looking skin. It took all of Brittany's strength not smash her lips against Santana's.
"Thanks." Brittany said, bashfully.
"Lie back for me Brittany." Santana said , while she sorted through a bag of permanent markers. God, Brittany loved when Santana told her to lie back.
"That's a pretty dress." Santana smirked, turning her attention back to Brittany who was now lying down on the counter.
"Not ideal for the area we're drawing on though... You don't mind that I have to lift your dress up?" She asked, a curious smile on her face.
"I..Uh.. forgot." Brittany lied. She knew very well that Santana would have to lift her skirt, exposing her legs and underwear and stomach. But deep down she wanted it. Maybe not even deep down. She just wanted Santana to see more of her body. Sure she was a nervous blushing wreck whenever Santana told her to pull her pants down... But she wanted it. She's been craving it all week.
Santana raised her eyebrow at Brittany, unconvinced.
"Do you mind? I mean.. If uh.. It makes you uncomfortable.. I can um, I don't kn-"
Brittany was cut off by Santana's soft laugh. "A hairy man's ass was just in my face for forty-five minutes." She said to Brittany like she was crazy. "I think I can handle staring at a pretty girl's underwear." She finished as she sweeped Brittany's dress up by the hem and placed it just under her chest.
Brittany's heart froze. She hadn't expected Santana to lift her dress just yet, let alone so quickly and so so high. Her breathing was rapid and she was sure Santana could hear her heart pounding loudly against every part of her body.
She looked up at Santana's face and caught those dark eyes staring down onto her. She couldn't tell if she saw lust or appreciation of the body beneath her. Santana was very void of expression. She couldn't read her thoughts. But the silence was killing Brittany, she had to say something.
"I'm sure you get a lot of weirdo's wanting tattoo's, huh?" Brittany asked. Her face extremely hot.
Santana chuckled. "You have no idea." She said, her hand smoothing over Brittany's hip bone to push her thong strap down a bit.
Brittany shivered at the contact and hoped Santana didn't notice. She needed a distraction. The pen that was now brushing up against her skin was becoming way to much for her to handle. She felt vulnerable and exposed and Santana's eyes were everywhere.
"So..Uh, where's the weirdest place you've given a tattoo on someone's body?" She asked. Hoping this would take away from the growing wetness she was feeling in her panties.
Santana's eyes shifted to Brittany's crotch and then back up to her eyes. "You don't even want to know." She said with a wicked grin. Brittany had to take a deep breath to steady her breathing. This was all becoming too much for her, but she still needed more.
"I do." Brittany breathed out. Santana's eyes snapped up to meet hers and Brittany could see something mischievous glimmering behind those dark eyes, something like a flickering flame. But she also saw worry in those beautifully deep and endless eyes.
Santana smiled softly at Brittany and returned to her work, leaving Brittany's question unanswered.
"Well... How about the most popular place to get a tattoo from you?" Brittany asked. Needing something. Anything, to distract her from the soft stokes on her pelvis.
"On a boy or girl?" She asked. Her lips curving into a tiny half-smile.
"Girl."
Santana's smile grew wider as she continued to draw.
"Show me where?" Brittany asked again. Her heart thumping loudly against her throat.
She thought Santana was going to ignore her again when she just capped her pen and blew on Brittany's cheerio stamp. That is until Santana snapped Brittany's thong back into place and rested her arm on the opposite side of Brittany's body, trapping her in her spot on the counter. Brittany looked into Santana's eyes and saw that glimmer again, that glimmer that drove her wild.
Not a moment later, Santana gripped Brittany by the waist and thigh and flipped her swiftly onto her stomach. Before Brittany could even realize what was going on she felt the cold granite against her cheeks, abs and thighs and a cool breeze on her ass.
"Oh my god! Santana!" Brittany gasped. She was face down ass up in front of Santana.
"Here." Santana said. Stroking the flesh above Brittany's thong.
"Hairy ass isn't the only kind I see." She said, and Brittany could hear the amused tone in her voice, even through her pounding heart.
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