Ok. How crunchy do I feel right now?!... VERY! So I was reading a really awesome fanfic on my iphone and left the page open to review it later...Turns out, I had my own fanfic open on a different tab and left the damn review on my own chapter instead like a dumb ass!...It also turns out that fanfiction does not let you delete signed reviews! How crunchy! Wanted to let u guys know so you wouldn't think i'm a weirdo who reviews her own work... Anyway...Enjoy the sexy brittana moments below! Oh, and the story I was initially reviewing was Free by JAngela :)


Brittany wanted to ask how Santana knew she was at Quinn's house. She wanted to know why she was willing to wake. up in the middle of the night to rescue her, and why she didn't just leave when she started puking all over the place. She wanted to ask a million questions, but as she was led down the drive way and off to who knows where, everything began to fade, even the shimmering black locks that hung past Santana's shoulders began to dim, until all she saw was black.

"Brittany... Brittany... I see you smiling. I know you're awake."

They had been parked in Santana's driveway for a few minutes now and Brittany had yet to open her eyes. She was however, smiling ear to ear with giddiness because she was being woken up once again by Santana's beautifully dark voice.

"Where are we?" Brittany said with a groan, her smile fading slightly as she tried to focus her vision.

"My House. Now come on, you'll freeze to death out here." Said Santana as she tugged Brittany out of the car and led her up the driveway. To Brittany's surprise they made a sharp left at the front doors and continued to walk around the property.

"Where're we goin?" Brittany asked, her voice still slurred but significantly happier.

"You can't go in the house dressed like that. Or should I say undressed like that." Said Santana with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. She eyed Brittany up and down slowly. Brittany felt a chill run down her spine and she didn't think it was from the breeze.

"We're just goin' around through the back." She added when she noticed Brittany was not going to respond.

The walk felt like forever to Brittany but they finally made it to a back door and into the house. Once inside, Santana yanked Brittany through the enormous house like a bat out of hell. She practically raced them to her section of the mansion and shut the door quickly and quietly.

"That uh... Kinda made me dizzy." Said Brittany, reaching for the nearest wall to balance on.

Santana chuckled and wrapped her arm around Brittany's waist. The feeling sent shivers up her exposed back. She was slightly less drunk and beginning to feel things again.

Then it all hit her like a wave.

"Oh Santana! I'm so so so so sorry! I am so disgusting! I can't believe you saw me throw up! And now you're here being nice and helping me walk and I- I- I'm just-"

"Gonna shut up now." Santana finished for her. "You're gonna shut up, cause you're not disgusting and you're not bothering me ok?" She said firmly. The hand that wasn't on Brittany's waist had made its way to her own hip in an authoritative way. Brittany shivered again from all the hotness that was oozing from Santana.

"Ok?" Asked Santana when she got no response.

Brittany just nodded stupidly at her. Santana was the hottest thing that Brittany had ever seen right now.

"Good." She added with a nod. "Now, bubble bath or shower?" Santana asked, like that was even a question.

Brittany's eyes lit up. She had no energy for any other part of herself to be excited. "Bubble bath please."

Santana snorted and rolled her eyes. "Now you answer me." Her words were warm and Brittany received a wink before being pulled off toward the bathroom.

They entered Santana's huge bedroom and then made their way into her master bathroom which was impressive to say the least, but in Brittany's foggy state she was only able to focus on Santana who was running a bath and adding some flowery scented bubbles. As Santana leaned forward Brittany saw that scar again. It makes her sad to see such perfect skin scarred.

"Ok." Said Santana turning around to face Brittany who had sat herself on the toilet.

"I have a robe on the door hook you can use until I get you some pajamas from my closet. I'll be right outside if you need me." She said as she reached for the door. Brittany just stared back in a daze.

"You think you'll be alright?" Asked Santana when she received no sign of life from Brittany.

Brittany finally nodded frantically. She didn't want to be anymore trouble for Santana even though the thought of moving from her spot on the toilet seemed way too ambitious at the moment.

Santana chuckled. "Well, call out if you need anything. I'll be right outside."

"Thank you." Said Brittany bashfully.

Santana smiled and nodded her head once before leaving.

Brittany was having an awfully hard time with everything at the moment. She had just barely gotten her jean shorts and bikini top off without eating the bathroom floor, but as she slid her bikini bottoms down to her knees she stumbled forward, losing her footing entirely and smashing into Santana's vanity causing a unbelievable commotion and leaving her face down on the bathroom floor with her bottoms at her knees.

"Oh my god, What in the-" She heard Santana say through the door. Brittany saw the knob to the bathroom door turn and with all the strength she could muster she reached out and slammed her hand against the door to hold it shut.

"I- I'm fine!" Yelled Brittany. "Just a little slip." She said in a hurry. There was no way in hell that Santana would see her like this. She thinks she's humiliated herself enough in front of Santana to last a lifetime.

"Brittany. It's not fine!" Santana said loudly through the door to be heard. "It sounded like you knocked down my entire Sephora collection."

Brittany froze. She ruined Santana's things. Now she'd done it.

Santana chucked though the door. "I'm kidding! I don't even like Sephora. Now c'mon, it sounded like you fell, let me in." Said Santana. Brittany saw the door knob turn again.

"Santana you can't." Said Brittany pushing frantically harder on the door. "I- I'm not decent."

Santana laughed again through the door. Brittany really didn't know what was so funny.

"When have I ever seen you completely decent before?" Santana began. "I mean, the first time I met you I knew what kind of panties you wore. Pink ponies right?" She finished with a mocking sort of chuckle.

Brittany blushed so hard she actually felt like someone had just raised the temperature to a million degrees.

"Now, c'mon. let me help you." She added in a much more nurturing tone.

"Oh god." Brittany huffed and let her hand drop from the door. She closed her eyes tightly trying in vain to pretend to be anywhere but here.

Brittany heard the door open and Santana's footsteps walking up beside her. She expected Santana to laugh or to joke but she just heard her footsteps. Soft and precise.

She nearly jumped out of her skin when Santana touched the back of her knee and began pulling down her bottoms the rest of the way.

"Relax." Santana hushed out. If Brittany had been breathing she would've missed it. It was so soft and low.

Brittany kept her legs as close together as possible. It was unbelievable how this little predicament was turning her on so much.

This time when she felt hands on her body she was much more still. Santana placed both warm hands on Brittany's waist from behind and slowly lifted her to her feet. Even though Santana was behind her, Brittany rushed to cover her boobs and lady parts with her hands.

Santana held her steady from behind as Brittany stepped into the now very bubbling bubble bath. She sunk into the bath and sighed as the smell of the bubbles and the water relaxed her instantly.

Santana was quick to tie Brittany's hair up into a ponytail above her hair so it wouldn't get wet, and Brittany was able to relax her arms now that she was completely covered in a blanket of bubbles.

"Thank you." Brittany said again for the millionth time that night.

Santana ignored her and pulled her vanity chair up to the tub and sat herself by Brittany.

"I'm gonna stay in here till you finish. We don't need anymore accidents tonight." She winked. Brittany blushed again and looked away. And then she remembered something.

"H-how did you know I was at Quinn's?"

Santana furrowed her brow like she was trying to remember and then it seemed to click. "Oh, when you called you were rambling on about Quinn being a bitch and Puck and having a ton of shots and I just knew you were at Quinn's stupid homecoming party..She does it every year."

"Oh, well I'm glad you found me." Said Brittany bashfully and began washing her arms.

"How's the tattoo holding up?" Asked Santana.

Brittany looked down but then remembered the bubbles. "It's pretty good. not too faded."

Santana smirked. "Good."

There was a long silence before Santana stood. "I'm just gonna clean up this mess while you wash up."

Brittany was grateful for that because now she could wash her privates without it becoming awkward. She was feeling a little less sick as she washed up but nowhere near sober.

After a few minutes Santana returned to the tub, the bathroom a lot less messy now.

"You uh... Might want to cover up." Said Santana looking away.

Brittany looked down to see an almost bubbleless tub. Luckily, the few bubbles that were left, now clung to the very tops of Brittany's breasts. She crossed her arms quickly around her boobs and crossed her legs underwater... Just in case.

"Here." Said Santana, reaching under Brittany's arms from behind her. Brittany gasped as one of Santana's fingers brushed against the side of her breast for a split second. She felt Santana move it quickly and adjust her grip. Santana cleared her throat. "I'm gonna pull you up."

Brittany nodded nervously and in no time she was up on her feet and shivering as Santana stepped away behind her to snatch the robe and drape it over Brittany's shoulders. After tying it quickly Brittany turned to face Santana with a flustered smile and stepped out of the tub with Santana guiding her hand.

"Let's get you to bed." Said Santana, guiding Brittany to her bedroom, hand still clasped around Brittany's.


Hope you enjoyed! Let me know if anyone knows how to delete my little faux pas lol! Next chapter will have alot of Brittana moments and Santana's backround:)