Author's Note: thanks for the reviews. Here's the next chapter..
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Chapter Three
Brittany took a deep breath before climbing into the car. Santana smiled at her as she struggled to get her seat belt on. She chuckled awkwardly but finally managed to get it on. As soon as she had started the car and they were on the road, she spoke.
"So, Rachel told me that you're a writer and a director?" said Brittany.
"Oh, yeah. I love theater. Writing a script is my way of writing a fantasy or writing the way I wish my life would go, you know? And then I get to direct which makes me happy because when I'm directing it's like I have some sort of control over my life.. I like that feeling." said Santana, looking at Brittany who glanced at her before looking back at the road.
"So, I take it you're extremely passionate about what you do?" said Brittany with a chuckle. Santana smiled and Brittany's heart started beating just a little faster.
"Yeah. What about you? What made you start painting?" asked Santana.
"Well, when I was younger I always loved to draw, you know? I'm pretty sure I even turned my parents bedroom into my own personal piece of paper." said Brittany, making Santana chuckle, "When I was 6 I got my first painting set and my mom and I put it all in the tree house we have in the backyard. I never left that tree house. I would fall asleep in there and my dad would have to come up and take me out."
"Wow. So, I take it you're extremely passionate about what you do?" asked Santana with a cheeky grin. Brittany chuckled.
"Definitely." said Brittany, "And then I started painting people and faces and I think it's safe for me to say that I got pretty good at it."
"Well, maybe you could paint me sometime." said Santana as Brittany parked at the beach.
"Maybe." she said and took off her seat belt, climbing out of the car and racing around to open Santana's door for her. Santana chuckled.
"You really don't have to do that." said Santana, closing the door as Brittany got the picnic basket out of the trunk, "I'm perfectly capable of opening my own door."
"Oh, I know that, believe me, but, I feel as though a beautiful lady deserves the best." said Brittany, yanking the basket out and almost falling on her ass before closing the trunk.
"Well, if I'm the beautiful lady you're talking about then I guess I don't mind you opening doors for me." said Santana as Brittany started to walk to the sand. She walked around for a while trying to find a perfect spot, "Brittany, I really don't mind where we sit."
"I know. But I wanna make sure the wind doesn't blow the sand in our faces. It really hurts when that happens." said Brittany, putting down the basket and grabbing the blanket, carefully putting it down as Santana watched on with a smile. There was no wind at all that day and Santana found it cute how paranoid Brittany was being, "Okay, this is perfect."
Santana smiled and made her way over to Brittany, sitting down as Brittany put the basket down. Brittany sat down and looked at Santana.
"So, here's a personal question. Any kids?" asked Santana as Brittany took everything out of the basket. She chuckled and glanced at Santana who was looking at her.
"No. But I want kids someday." said Brittany, handing Santana a juice, "What about you? Do you have any kids?"
"No." said Santana, "But, I want kids someday too, so.." Brittany frowned slightly, remembering seeing Santana in the park with a little boy who looked like he was related to her.
"Any siblings?" asked Brittany.
"Yes. 2 brothers. Both younger. The one that's closer to my age is Ethan and the one that's not close to my age at all is Daniel." said Santana.
"Wow. That's awesome, I don't have any siblings. So, how old are your brothers?" asked Brittany.
"Ethan's 16 and Daniel's 3 turning 4." said Santana.
"Wow... That's young." said Brittany, "If you don't mind me asking but, how old are you?"
"22." said Santana, smiling, "What about you?"
"I'm 23." said Brittany, taking out sandwiches, "Okay, I brought PB and J, just PB and sour patch kids."
"Oh, my god. I love sour patch kids. I never used to like them when I was younger but when I hit puberty I was addicted." said Santana. Brittany smiled and handed Santana a pack of sour patch kids.
"Okay, do you like PB and J?" asked Brittany.
"Best sandwich in the world." said Santana, taking a sandwich from Brittany.
"Thank god. If you didn't like it, I probably would've had to... Go get a different one." said Brittany awkwardly with a frown. Santana laughed.
"You're cute." said Santana.
"Thank god."
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After Santana and Brittany had eaten and talked some more, Santana stood up.
"Come on." she said, holding out her hand for Brittany, who frowned.
"What?" asked Brittany, taking Santana's hand, allowing Santana to pull her up. Santana smiled and rolled up the bottoms of hers and Brittany's jeans.
"Take your shoes off." she said, kicking off her flats and putting her hands on her hips, waiting for Brittany to do the same. Brittany frowned and took off her shoes. Santana chuckled and grabbed her hand pulling her toward the water. The two of them ran into the water and Brittany let Santana jump onto her back, pushing her into the water. They giggled as Brittany landed in the water.
"If you were gonna do that then what was the point of rolling up the bottoms of our jeans?" asked Brittany, lying in the water with Santana half on top of her. Santana smiled.
"It's a habit." said Santana, looking at Brittany's eyes, "Your eyes are really blue."
"Thanks. Yours are really brown." said Brittany.
"Thanks." said Santana, "Would it be weird if I kissed you?"
"Not at all." said Brittany, smiling as Santana leaned in. As soon as their lips touched, Brittany's heart was doing somersaults inside her chest. It was a sweet kiss, a sweet, soft kiss. Not too long and not too short. When Santana pulled away, Brittany followed her to reconnect their lips. She encircled her arms securely around Santana's waist and kissed her a little deeper, causing Santana to hum.
They stayed like this for a while. Just kissing in the sea. When they finally decided to head back, the sun had already started setting.
"I had fun today." Said Brittany as her and Santana stood in the park next to Santana's car.
"Me too." she said, handing a Brittany a piece of paper, "That's my number."
Brittany smiled and gave Santana a soft peck on the cheek.
"I'll definitely call you. I wanna do this again sometime." she said before gently capturing Santana's lips with her own. Santana smiled and kissed back before pulling away.
"Me too." she said, "I should get home, my parents are going out so I have to look after my brother."
"You still live with your parents?" asked Brittany, causing Santana to chuckle.
"No. But my brother does and they're dropping him off at my place." said Santana, a smile still plastered on her face, "Goodnight, Britt."
"Goodnight, Santana." she said, watching as Santana climbed into her car and drove off. Brittany couldn't stop smiling as she drove home. She kissed the beautiful girl from the park. The beautiful girl from the park has a name. Santana.
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"You like that, baby?" asked Brittany as she thrust in and out of Santana hard and fast, causing the girl beneath her to moan and scream and writhe in ecstasy.
"Oh, yeah! Oh, Brittany, fuck me harder baby." Santana moaned as she started to move her hips upward to meet Brittany's thrusts. Brittany moved her hips as fast and as hard as possible, feeling Santana's walls clench and unclench around her hard dick.
"You feel so good and tight, San." Brittany moaned as Santana started to claw at her back. Brittany buried her head in Santana's neck and thrust upward, hitting Santana's sweet spot, causing the Latina to scream. Brittany kept thrusting upward, constantly hitting the same spot, bring the Latina to orgasm.
"I'm cumming, Brittany!" she moaned as she wrapped her legs around the blondes waist and arched her back, "Brittany! Brittany! Brittany! Brittany!" she chanted as she came, causing Brittany to shoot thick ropes of cum into her.
"Brittany? Brittany? Brittany? Brittany!" yelled Quinn as Brittany roused from her sleep. Shit, she thought, it was a dream. She opened her eyes and looked at Quinn.
"Hi, Q." she said in a groggy voice, extremely embarrassed by the fact that she was as hard as a rock. She put her hands over her erection and sat up.
"Um... Hello... Mrs Horny." said Quinn, smirking at Brittany, "You looked like you were having an awesome dream."
"Yeah. Sorry, it's been happening a lot lately. Especially since Saturday. Every time I fall asleep since then it's like the little general is up and ready for duty." said Brittany, "I just have to take a shower."
"No, no, you do your thing and I'll be in the kitchen making coffee, okay? Take your time." said Quinn, leaving Brittany's bedroom and shutting the door behind her. Brittany sighed and got out of bed, making her way to the adjoining bathroom in her bedroom and turning on the shower. She looked down at her erection and pulled a face. She was so hard that it hurt. And she came already. It was awesome that Brittany could have multiple orgasms but at times like these, when her friends just barge into her house in the mornings, she really hated it.
She pulled down her briefs and threw them in her hamper before removing her tie-dye T-shirt and throwing that into her hamper too. She got into the shower and wrapped her right hand around her dick and began stroking gently. She let her strokes become more confident as her thoughts wandered back to hers and Santana's kiss. She started pumping faster at the thought of Santana's soft, plump lips pressed against hers as they lay in the sea.
"Yeah..." she moaned, imagining Santana's lips wrapped around her cock, "Aah, so good." she pumped faster and faster, using her other hand to gently cup her balls, "Fuuuck," she rubbed them softly as her right hand worked her shaft as pre-cum oozed from the tip. She moved her right hand faster and faster as her balls tightened.
Santana. The girl from the park. Santana. Park. Santana. Park. Park. Santana. Santana. Santana.
"Oh, god!" she moaned as hot, white cum spurted out of her erect cock, landing on the wall of her shower and her hand. She jerked a few more times before letting go and waiting for her cock to soften. Brittany sighed as she came down from her orgasm.
"Brittany! Lord Tubbington keeps meowing at me! Where's his food?!" yelled Quinn from Brittany's bedroom. Brittany got her breath back started rinsing the cum off her shower wall.
"Cupboard under the sink!" Brittany yelled back.
"Okay! Thanks!" yelled Quinn before Brittany heard her bedroom door close as she washed her body and hair.
As soon as she was finished in the shower, she put on a pair of briefs, jeans, a black v-neck T-shirt and her sneakers. She tied her hair up and made her way into the kitchen.
"Feeling better?" asked Quinn, sipping some coffee as she looked through a photo album. Brittany smiled and nodded.
"Yes. You wanna tell me why you're in my house at 8:30 in the morning?" asked Brittany, pouring herself a cup of coffee.
"Well, you weren't answering your phone, it's Monday, I don't have Beth and you were working at that tattoo place all day yesterday so, I wanted to see how your date went. And judging by the size of the erection you had when I got here, it went pretty well." said Quinn, "Did you have sex?"
"Jesus, Q. No. It was the first date. But... We did kiss." Brittany answered, "...Three times."
"Oh, my god! Britt, that's so awesome. Hey, so, Santana told me she likes you. I saw her at the theater yesterday and she was beaming." said Quinn, "Have you called her?"
"I didn't get a chance yesterday but I'm gonna call her today and maybe see if she wants to go out again." said Brittany getting the milk out of her fridge.
"Good... That's good. Good. So, Um... I sort of did something... Really awful." said Quinn, lookimg at how Brittany's hands stopped their motions as their eyes met.
"What?" asked Brittany.
"I, Um.. I sort of told her that... You're a virgin. And I'm sorry, I'm very sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry." said Quinn, putting her hands over her face and peeking at Brittany through her fingers.
"You... You what?" asked Brittany, "You told her... That I'm a virgin? What the hell is the matter with you?"
"Brittany, I'm sorry, okay? She asked to hear stories about you and it slipped out." said Quinn, "Please forgive me."
"She's never gonna talk to me again. She probably thinks I'm a total loser. The girl from the park thinks I'm a total loser, oh god!" said Brittany.
"She's the girl from the park?! Santana's that girl that you said you've drawn like a billion pictures of?! Oh, god, you guys are so meant to be!" said Quinn.
"Quinn! How could you do this to me?!" asked Brittany, a sad pout taking over face.
"No, no, Britt. It's not like that. She's fine with it. She thinks it's sweet. She doesn't care that you're a virgin, Britt. She likes you. And, she has a vagina. You guys can make babies together." said Quinn, making Brittany smile.
"You're sure she's fine with it? She doesn't think I'm a loser?" asked Brittany, stirring the milk into her coffee.
"No. She's not that insensitive, Britt. She's an amazing woman and you're really lucky she likes you. And, boy does she like you." said Quinn. Brittany smiled and felt her cheeks heat up.
"Really? She said she likes me?" asked Brittany. Quinn chuckled and nodded.
"She said she likes you." confirmed Quinn, "She thinks you're cute and funny and you're a good kisser."
"The girl from the park thinks I'm a good kisser?! Yeah, baby!" said Brittany, doing a little dance.
"Oh, and she said she saw your little dance after she'd gotten into the car. She saw you in the rear-view mirror." said Quinn, causing Brittany to stop her actions and cover her face with her hands.
"You're kidding?"
"Nope. She thought that was adorable."
"Thank God." said Brittany, "Hey, can I show you one of the pictures I drew of her?"
"Sure." said Quinn as Brittany made her way to her art room to get her sketch pad.
"I'm working on a painting of her but, you can't see that until it's finished." said Brittany, coming back into the kitchen and handing Quinn her sketch pad, "What do you think? Does it look like her?"
"Oh, wow.." said Quinn, her eyes wide as she looked at the pencil sketch of Santana, her mouth slightly agape, "Brittany... It's beautiful. This looks just like her. You got all the details in her face perfect and her hair is dead on. Her smile is just as beautiful as it is in person... Brittany, this is really good. I mean, it's really, really good."
"Yeah? Should I give it to her?" asked Brittany. Quinn nodded.
"Definitely. She'll love it. Knowing Santana, she'll probably frame it and put it in her living room above the fire place." said Quinn, staring at the sketch pad, "Her house is so nice, have you been there?"
"No. We've been on one date, Q. I met her two days ago. But I know that the little boy that was with her in the park was her brother. He's adorable. I actually drew him too. Just turn the page." said Brittany.
"Oh, dear god, it's Daniel." said Quinn, looking at the picture of Daniel, "You should give her this one too. I mean, it looks just like him. Shit, I've seen your work before but, holy fuck, you're talented" Brittany laughed and took a sip of her coffee.
"Thanks, Q." said Brittany, "I was thinking about selling them but, I'm not sure. I've sold most of my other stuff and they sold pretty well but, I don't know, do you think I'd get a lot for these? I mean, they're not exactly the Mona Lisa."
"Brittany, they're better! But, only sell them if you're sure. Or you could keep these and draw more, then sell those." said Quinn, "Or you could just give them to me."
Brittany laughed.
"I'll draw you and give you that, yeah?" asked Brittany, causing Quinn to frantically nod her head, "Okay, good. I'll get right on that."
"Yay! But, you better make me look hot."
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Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed. The next chapter will have a Brittana second date. Yay. :)