Brittany awoke confused. Blinking the blur out of her eyes she realized she was not in Kansas anymore. And then it hit her. Oh boy did it hit her. Oh no. Oh no no no no no.
She was in Santana's bed. She called Santana last night. She, oh god! She threw up in front of her last night. This couldn't be happening.
Assessing the room in her panicked state she was still able to take in all of it's lavish details. From the giant floor to ceiling windows at the far end of the room to the oversized king bed that felt softer than a cloud. She was sure that everything in Santana's room was supersized. The giant wall mounted tv that hung on the wall opposite the bed was larger than any tv Brittany had ever seen. Just like the rest of Santana's home, her bedroom felt cozy and warm with a hint of lavender and warm cookies in the air.
Panic struck again when she realized she had absolutely no recollection of coming into Santana's home last night. She remembers the party. The bitch. Dumb Puck. The shots. The phone call. Santana. The throw up. Then blank. Darkness.
Her heart was pounding, she was so humiliated. She needed to find Santana. She had to apologize and get out of there. She barely knows Santana.
Throwing the covers off her body she made a mad dash to the bedroom door when- CRASH!
Brittany's body slammed straight into Santana's who was coming through the door at that very moment. Having just woken up (with a major hangover to boot) Brittany landed splat on the floor from the impact. Santana however remained standing with an incredibly shocked expression.
"Oh my god Brittany! Where's the fire!" She laughed, her face still had that 'what the fuck' amusedly shocked expression.
Brittany rubbed her head. She could just die.
"Oh Santana! I'm so so sorry! I mean, you don't even know me. You don't even know me and you pick me up from that stupid party at who knows what time. I threw up. So disgusting! And you take me to your place. I'm just so so sorry. I can't even remember what happened after I threw up! Did I eat your food? I'm always so hungry. Or did I find your pets and play with them? Or did I-"
"Stop." Santana said calmly to the girl throwing words at her a mile a minute.
"Coffee or hot chocolate?" She added when Brittany silenced instantly.
"You don't have-"
"C'mon, don't make me eat breakfast alone." She winked and turned around. "Your barbie doll sized clothes are in the washer by the way. Grab anything of mine." Santana said as she walked out of the room.
"And since you never answered. You totally look like a hot chocolate kinda girl." She added without looking back. Brittany could hear the smirk in her voice. That oh so calm and cool voice.
Santana was right. She was a hot chocolate kinda girl.
Looking down at herself after Santana mentioned her clothes being in the wash, she noticed the short silk night dress on her body that was definitely not hers. Brittany didn't own anything made of silk. Polyester? Yes. Silk? Nope.
But how did she get it? Oh god, who had put it on her? Brittany's brain did not even want to go there.
Taking a deep breath to relax her nerves she stood and made her way toward a large open door next to the bathroom that she assumed was Santana's closet. She felt dizzy and light headed. Maybe from crashing into Santana, but probably, more likely from her dumb hungover ass.
Brittany had to pause a moment to take in the sight she saw before her. Standing at the threshold of Santana's closet she gaped at the most beautiful room she'd ever seen. The amount of clothes Santana had was ridiculous. The closet was one extremely large rectangle with clothes lining the long walls and an enormous center island with a glass top filled with very very shiny jewelry. At the very end of the closet was a wall that was all window overlooking what looked like Santana's endless looking backyard. Wow. Who the hell is this girl?
Feeling like she was taking too long, Brittany rushed to find one of Santana's simple white two finger tank tops and a pair of ripped jeans. It was funny, the closet had so much clothes and Brittany found it hard to find anything other than jeans and tank tops. Not a dress in sight. Shit. She needed panties...And a bra.
She tentatively made her way over to the large island. Gripping one of the top drawers located under the glass top she pulled it open. The contents of the top drawer seemed like accessories. Scarves, gloves, belts, etc. Santana was very organized. Brittany's accessory drawer looked nothing like this. Pulling open the next drawer she found more ripped jeans. There must be over a hundred pairs in here. Brittany smiled. She really liked Santana in ripped jeans.
Opening the bottom drawer her heart caught in her throat and quickly slammed it shut again. Her heart was racing and her cheeks were blushing. Why did she just get so turned on. What the hell is going on with her? With curiosity getting the best of Brittany, she slowly opened the drawer again to see those items she'd never seen before in person in her entire life.
There laying in the large drawer were three objects; A black leather strap-on. A hot pink dildo. And a teeny tiny hot pink vibrator. Brittany was extremely flustered to say the least and starred at the strap-on a few minutes too long. Reluctantly shutting the drawer she quickly scrambled to the other side of the island and opened more drawers until she found the panties. Oh god, Santana's panties. Why was she excited? She doesn't feel like this going through Tina's underwear drawer.
Gathering her thoughts, she picked out a black thong. All of Santana's underwear were pretty much black and sexy. She quickly put the panties on followed by the jeans. The underwear fit perfectly and she had to shake her head to stop smiling at the fact that she was wearing Santana's panties.
Now topless, she hurried in search of the bras and thankfully she found them quickly. More black sexiness. She was amazed at the quantity of everything Santana had in her closet. There was a sea of black bras! Lacey, push-up, strapless, see-through. The works. Brittany snatched the most regular black bra that she could find and panicked slightly at the size difference between herself and Santana. Looking at the tags, all of the bras were a size 32 D. Brittany was most definitely a 34 B on a good day.
Not having any other choice, Brittany threw on the large bra and tight tank top. Looking at one of the mirrors on the wall she did a quick twirl. She looked different. She was much more of a sundress and sneakers kind of a girl and didn't think she's ever dressed this simplified in her entire life. But she was loving it. She could even smell a hint of Santana on the clothes. Looking down at her strangely enhanced chest she cringed. From a birds eye view you could see straight down the bra she couldn't fill out. Her nipples in plain view. Lifting the tank top up higher to close the gap of the bra she made her way out of the closet, feeling the butterflies she always felt when she was about to see Santana.
"Over here mini me." She heard Santana from the balcony of her bedrooms large living and dining area.
Brittany walked over as carefully as she could. Making sure that the top stayed locked in place.
Brittany froze. "Is this for us?!" She exclaimed, looking at the table on the balcony that was decked out in everything you could ever want for breakfast.
Santana was sitting, taking a sip of her coffee when Brittany had asked. Putting the cup down and bringing the newspaper that was laid on her lap up to the table she answered. "Mm Hm." Nodding slightly, she motioned for Brittany to sit down. Brittany sat. Why was she so infatuated with this girl? All she could do was stare as Santana calmly read the newspaper and sipped on her coffee.
Sensing eyes on her, Santana looked up at Brittany with a raised brow. "So how'd they fit?" She asked.
Brittany blinked. Her mind raced. Is she talking about the bra?
"Huh?...Um. Oh, well. They don't really fit. Your boobs are super big and um awesome, and like...Mine are a lot smaller. Like a lot smaller. So...-"
Santana laughed. She laughed so sexily and put the newspaper down on the table.
"I was talking about the clothes in general." Still chuckling softly. "But thanks for the compliment." She winked and brought the coffee up to her mouth again.
Brittany blushed and stared at the large stack of pancakes in front of her. Santana smirked. "You know, you should really eat something. You probably have nothing in your stomach."
Brittany nodded but didn't move. Instead she spoke. "Santana, I really really appreciate you taking care of me yesterday. I mean, I shouldn't of even called and you really came to my rescue." Brittany didn't think it was possible to blush so hard. She was just so smitten with Santana.
"It's really no sweat. I can't sleep much at night anyways." She said with a casual shrug, pouring the girl some hot chocolate.
"Thank you." Brittany said quietly. Meaning the words for both the hot chocolate and for yesterdays events. Santana just winked a 'no problem' sort of wink.
"Um, Santana?" Brittany asked tentatively. "Mm hm." She answered, already having gone back to her newspaper.
"Well, I just think...That...That I don't wanna bother you with this fake tattoo business anymore. I mean you won't even charge me and I know you don't really wanna do it anymore after I spilled my guts to you about my super huge confusing crush on you and then you didn't answer my text so I know I'm outta my league but I just-"
"Brittany, slow down." She said, lowering her paper for the third time. Not at all annoyed. Santana actually looked surprisingly entertained.
"Look." She said, leaning back confidently in her chair. Brittany swooned.
"As for the tattoo, I'm doing it mostly for selfish reasons. Quinn and I go way back like I told you before and any chance I gets to fuck with the bitch, I take it. So that right there is payment enough."
Brittany slumped in her chair. She had hoped Santana enjoyed tattooing her as much as Brittany enjoyed receiving it. Not just to pull a fast one on Quinn. Who was she kidding though? She probably gets the hottest girls into her tattoo chair everyday. Why should Brittany special?
"Oh." Brittany said. Starring at her untouched hot chocolate. Why did she feel so miserable all of a sudden?
"Why do you hate her so much?" Asked Brittany. Trying to not let her slump in mood become noticible.
"She dated my step-brother Tony. The jerk you met the other day. They were in the same class since Kindergarten and our families had known each other long before that. There's a lot of history. History between them and bad blood between us." She left the statement there and Brittany knew not to press.
"But Brittany." Santana continued. "I didn't ignore your text on purpose. When you left my house yesterday I had plans. Usually every Saturday afternoon I have plans and I get home pretty late. It wasn't my intention to ignore you. Im sorry I made you think that." She said sincerely. Smoothly.
Brittanys heart sank again. God, why was she feeling this way.
"Of course you have plans." Brittany said. Rolling her eyes at what an idiot she's been. Her mind quickly jumping to the contents of Santana's sexy drawer and imagined Santana using those toys on another girl. Annoyance now adding to the roller coaster of emotions she was feeling.
"Look at you! You're perfect." Brittany blurted. Then for the first time at the table she quickly shoved the nearest croissant into her mouth. She officially had zero game.
Turning redder than the strawberries on her untouched pancakes, Brittany shut her eyes in humiliation.
Santana, calm and cool as ever, sipped her coffee. Clearly enjoying the show.
"I'm flattered Brittany. But it's not what you think." Brittany opened her eyes to look into Santana's.
"My Saturday afternoons are more of a comitment thing than anything else. I'd definitely rather be fake tatting on something pretty if you ask me." She gave a sly nod in Brittany's direction and Brittany instantly felt like flying.
"So tell me..." Santana continued, slightly more smug than before. "What's this super huge crush you were talking about? Last I heard you were confused. Wanna share?" She smirked. It was devilish and knowing. It was sexy and a challenge. It was oozing confidence and Brittany didn't stand a chance.
I'm back and I'm rusty! Really into finishing this story so I made this little teaser chapter to get my juices flowing. Let me know your thoughts! I love reading your reviews. They're super helpful and fun! Hope you enjoyed this little taste of brittana. Xoxo