Author's Note: I know I kinda stopped the daily update thing but my lady surprised me a few days ago and I haven't been in the mood to write lately. Lucky for you, she's taking a nap right now so I decided to write this chap. Also, I apologize for the awful spanish translations last chapter. I'm not spanish AT ALL, so I apologize.
Enjoy! Thanks for the reviews, favorites and follows.
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Chapter Eleven
"...So, what did you think? I mean, do you like them?" Santana asked as she drove herself and Brittany back to her place.
"Yeah. Daniel's the cutest little thing I've ever come across in my life." Brittany said.
"He is pretty cute, huh?"
"God, he's adorable." Brittany said with a sleepy smile. Santana turned her head to glance at the blonde before focusing on the road again.
"You tired, baby?" Santana asked. Brittany's eyes fluttered closed before struggling to open again.
"Mm, yeah, a little. You're family tired me out." Brittany said with a chuckle. Santana smiled and rested her hand on Brittany's thigh, soothingly running it up and down. Brittany hummed in appreciation of the movement as her eyes closed again.
"When we get back to my place we can take a bath and then, maybe, watch a movie in bed or something, yeah?" Santana said as Brittany began running her fingers over the back of her hand.
"Mm... Sounds good." Brittany said, "It's really cold too, so maybe we could like, boil the kettle and then fill up the already hot bath with the boiled water." Santana chuckled.
"Or we could make hot chocolate." Santana suggested. Brittany smiled and nodded.
"You're my favorite person in the world." She stated.
"You're my favorite person in the world too." Santana said with a smile as Brittany giggled a dopey giggle.
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"I love this movie." Brittany said as Santana and herself sat in bed, cuddling up to each other with hot chocolate.
"Me too," Santana said, "It makes me laugh."
"Sandra Bullock's hilarious." Brittany said, focusing her eyes on the latina sitting next to her while 'The Proposal' played in the background, "Have I ever told you how gorgeous you look in pajama's?" Santana chuckled and shook her head.
"No. Why? Do I look gorgeous in these pajama's?" She asked. Brittany smiled and kissed her head.
"You look gorgeous in all pajama's. Actually, you look gorgeous in everything." Brittany said.
"I'm wearing a thong and a t-shirt, Britt. I think you're seriously tired." Santana said with a chuckle as she looked at the sleepy blonde next to her.
"I think you're seriously gorgeous." Brittany said. Santana smiled as she noticed Brittany's eyes had closed. She sat up and carefully took the hot chocolate out of the blondes hands, placing it on the night stand before kissing Brittany's cheek, lips and nose.
"I love you Brittany Pierce." She whispered as she got Brittany to lie down.
"I love you too Santana Lopez."
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Brittany woke up first this morning, immediately getting out of bed and grabbing a camera. She stood at the foot of the bed and took a picture of her sleeping latina. She changed her position and took another picture with a smile before putting the camera down and getting into bed, slowly moving down Santana's sleeve and kissing her shoulder. She left wet kisses all over the latina's shoulder before slowly moving her shirt up and gently over her head, making sure not to wake Santana. She reached her arm around and slowly started massaging Santana's breast, rousing the latina from her sleep.
"How'd you manage to take my shirt off?" The latina asked quietly. Brittany smiled and licked the back of her neck.
"That's for me to know and you to wonder about." She answered as she ran her hand down a tan stomach, slowly slipping her hands into the latina's thong.
"Morning sex is the best." Santana said with a smile.
"It's a good thing you like morning sex too, 'cause I'm so ready right now it's insane." Brittany whispered seductively as she rolled her hips into Santana's ass. Santana whimpered and put her hand over Brittany's, guiding her fingers through her slit and pushing them into her entrance. Brittany was shocked at the forcefulness but thrust her fingers into the ready latina, knuckle-deep. Santana gasped and thrust her chest forward as her head flew back, landing on Brittany's shoulder. Brittany smiled and gently bit the latina's ear.
"God, Brittany." Santana whimpered in a breath. Brittany hummed and licked behind Santana's ear, "I need you deeper, baby." And with that, Brittany pulled her fingers out, flipped Santana over, yanked down her thong and pulled her briefs down halfway, letting her hard cock fall out of it's confinements. Santana smiled and bit her lip, wrapping her fingers around Brittany's dick and slowly moving her hand up and down.
"Hss, aah." Brittany hissed with a sigh as Santana squeezed gently before moving her other hand down and softly massaging the blonde's balls. Santana then gently moved the tip of Brittany's dick through her folds, then rubbing her wetness up and down before letting Brittany gently enter her with the tip, "Oh, babe."
"Yeah, baby, go deeper." Santana said placing her hands on Brittany's hips, moving her in deeper, "Oh.. Yeah."
"God, you're tight." Brittany said in between deep breaths as she slowly moved her hips back and forth, "I love fucking you." Brittany said as she placed her hand on Santana's lower stomach as she pumped in and out faster. She used her other hand to lift up the bottom of her ACDC t-shirt as it was getting in the way.
"Take your shirt off, baby." Santana said as her breathing got heavier. Brittany kept thrust in and out as she lifted her shirt. When her shirt was halfway over her head, the doorbell went off. She dropped her shirt and rolled her eyes.
"Who the fuck is that?" Brittany asked. Santana frowned before sighing.
"It's Sam." She answered, putting her hand over her head.
"What the fuck is Sam doing here, it's early." Brittany said, slowing her hips to a stop.
"He's here to pick up that fucking guitar that was delivered two weeks ago." Santana asked. Brittany sighed and pulled out, frustrated. The blonde climbed out of bed and yanked her briefs up her legs, grabbing the bright red and blue electric guitar out of the cupboard and walking out of the bedroom, toward the front door. She opened it abruptly and smiled sarcastically.
"Hi, Sam. Here's your guitar. Thanks, bye." She said after giving the big-lipped blonde his guitar. She then closed the door and locked it, making her way back toward the bedroom. She walked in and closed the door as Santana lay in bed, propped up on her elbows and butt naked.
"That was fast." Santana said with a frown.
"Yup, he had to go." Brittany said, crawling onto the bed before connecting their lips. Santana hummed and lay down fully as Brittany gently pushed her down. She rolled her hips and gently bit the latina's lower lip. As they were getting into it, the doorbell rang... Again. Brittany pulled away and groaned, "Fuck, what does he want now?" Brittany asked as she rolled over and ran her hands through her hair.
"Hey, relax. I'll go deal with it." Santana said, getting up and putting on a pair of pajama pants and a shirt, "Just try to calm down." She said before walking out of the bedroom while tying up her hair.
The latina walked over to the front door and opened it up to reveal a very confused looking Sam.
"Hey, Sam," Santana said, opening the door wider, "Come in, sweetie. Do you want some coffee?"
"Uh, yeah, please. What was that about before?" He asked as himself and Santana walked into the kitchen.
"What? With Britt?" Asked Santana as she filled up the kettle. Sam nodded.
"Yeah. It was weird." He said. Santana smiled and shut off the tap before putting the kettle in place and turning it on.
"Yeah, she's just tired." Santana said as she got three mugs out of the cupboard, "Hold on one second, okay? I'm just gonna go see if Britt wants coffee." Sam nodded as Santana walked down the hallway toward her room. She opened the door and closed it before turning around and looking at Brittany, putting her hands on her hips. Brittany was up and gathering her clothes, "Why'd you tell me that Sam had to go?"
"Because it's morning." Brittany said as she picked up her shirt. Santana nodded.
"Are you leaving or..?" She asked. Brittany looked up and nodded.
"Yeah. Unlike you and Sam, I have work." Brittany said as she put on her jeans. Santana frowned and crossed her arms defensively.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" She asked. Brittany sighed and put on her shirt before sitting down and putting on her shoes.
"Nothing, whatever." Brittany said as she tied her shoes. She then stood up and grabbed her wallet, phone and keys to her car that she'd parked at Santana's place yesterday morning before driving to Santana's parents house.
"Brittany, why do you hate Sam so much?" Santana asked, letting her arms fall to her side.
"Well, how would you like it if I lost my virginity to someone, dated them, then stayed friends with them and just let them come around to my house whenever the fuck they wanted?" Brittany snapped. Santana frowned and licked her lips, crossing her arms again and looking away.
"Brittany, Sam's my best friend." She started, "He's going to be in my life and if you want to be in my life too then that's just something that you're going to have to deal with." Brittany looked at Santana, mouth half open, keys in hand and eyes firm.
"You realize he's still in love with you, right?" Brittany asked. Santana frowned.
"No, he's not. We're friends, that's it." Santana said. Brittany smiled and nodded.
"Sure. Well, if that's what you think then I can't help you, but when he makes a move on you, you're gonna feel pretty fucking stupid." Brittany said, walking past Santana, out the bedroom and down the hallway. The latina followed her.
"Brittany, would you please just stay here so we can talk about this?" Santana asked as they walked past the kitchen.
"Hi, Sam. How are you? Are you good? Yeah? Awesome." Brittany said, "Please have fun fucking my girlfriend, would you?" And with that, Brittany left without another word. Santana stood in the kitchen, dumbfounded, staring at the front door. Sam frowned and looked at Santana.
"What was that about?" He asked as he tapped his fingers on the counter. Santana snapped her eyes to Sam and shook her head.
"Um, it's nothing. How many sugars?" She asked, trying to busy her mind with something other than the argument that just went down.
"Uh, two." Sam answered, "So, I wanted to ask you something. Tonight we're having a party at that new club, you know that one where Artie DJ's?" Santana nodded, "So, we're having a party there tonight and I was wondering if you wanted to go? Brittany can totally come too."
"Uh... Sure. I'll ask her." Santana replied, stirring the milk into her's and Sam's coffee, "Here you go." She said, sliding Sam's coffee across the counter and looking back at the door.
"Thanks San. So, you'll come?" Sam asked, wrapping his hands around his mug.
"Yeah. It'll be fun."
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A few hours later, Brittany was on her break at work and was drawing a picture of a flower as she sat in the park. Her phone vibrated in her pocket so she took it out.
From Sanny Bear: Baby, please come back here. We need to talk about this.
Brittany sighed and replied.
To Sanny Bear: I don't think we do. If you can't see why he bothers me then there's really nothing else to say.
After replying, she put her phone in her lap and continued drawing. She couldn't understand why Santana was friends with Sam. He was clearly still crazy about her. She also couldn't understand why the latina felt it necessary to make excuses for him.
From Sanny Bear: Fine. I'm going to a party at Mike's club tonight. I want you to come, will you?
To Sanny Bear: Are you going with Sam?
A second later, her phone buzzed.
From Sanny Bear: He invited me, but I really don't see why that's important.
To Sanny Bear: Then, no. I won't come. Have fun with Sam. Don't be surprised when he tries to snog your face off.
She sent the text and locked her phone, continuing to draw again. After a few minutes, her phone buzzed again.
From Sanny Bear: Brittany, mine and Sam's relationship isn't like that anymore. He doesn't have feelings for me, so please would you get over it?
To Sanny Bear: No. Because he does have feelings for you and I know I'm right. I'll talk to you whenever, bye.
Brittany finished her sketch and got out her color pencils to start coloring it in. Her phone buzzed yet again.
From Sanny Bear: Okay, I love you.
Brittany stared at the text for five minutes straight before replying.
To Sanny Bear: I love you too.
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After work, Brittany made her way to the store to buy a few things before making her way to a certain blondes house. As soon as she got there, she knocked on the door with her shopping bag in hand. A few seconds later, the blonde opened the door, shocked when she saw Brittany.
"Britt, hi." Quinn said, opening the door wider, "Um, are you here to hit me again?" She joked. Brittany smiled slightly and lifted her shopping bag.
"I brought twizzlers and a six-pack of beer." Brittany said, "And I really want us to be friends again. I miss you."
"Thank God, I was dying without you." Quinn said, pulling Brittany in for a hug, "I miss you too. I'm sorry." She mumbled.
"That's okay. B ut, if you do it again, so help me god, I'll never speak to you again." Brittany said, pulling out of the hug as Quinn laughed.
"I promise, I won't. I've learned to keep my mouth shut." Quinn said, grabbing Brittany's hand and pulling her inside.
"Good. Is Rach here?" Brittany asked, following Quinn to the living room. They both sat down on the couch and Brittany unpacked the twizzlers and beer while Quinn spoke.
"No. She's at that party at Mike's club." Brittany nodded and sighed as she opened two beers.
"So is Santana. She's also there with Sam."
"That blonde with big lips that's totally in love with her?" Quinn asked, taking a beer from Brittany.
"You think so too?" Brittany asked in a shocked tone.
"Oh, yeah, totally. It's so obvious." Quinn said before sipping her beer.
"Jesus. Santana doesn't think so." Brittany said, leaning back into the couch. Quinn smiled.
"Well, she's wrong. Because he is in love with her and I think he's gonna make a move on her." Quinn said, "And because you're not at that party tonight to 'protect' San, he'll definitely jump."
"You think we should go?" Brittany asked.
"Totally."
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Santana and Sam had just walked into the club. Sam was getting them drinks and Santana was talking to Artie at the DJ stand.
"I can't believe you came with Sam. Where's Britt?" Artie asked. Santana sighed.
"We had a fight this morning and she didn't wanna come." She answered.
"Aw, man. That's too bad. Sorry you had a fight. That sucks." Artie said. Santana nodded and turned her head as Sam tapped her shoulder, handing her a drink.
"What is this?" She asked, taking it from him.
"A Screaming Orgasm." Sam answered. Santana nodded and started drinking it while bopping her head to the music.
"I love this song. Sam, come dance."
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As the hours passed, Santana got drunker and drunker a she danced around on the dance floor with Sam, not noticing the two blondes watching from the bar.
"Quinn, I don't like this. He's too close to her for my liking." Brittany said.
"Britt, he's literally a meter away from her. Relax." Quinn said as herself and Brittany sipped their virgin margaritas.
"Fine."
Santana started twirling around before getting really dizzy causing laughter to bubble out of her.
"San, maybe we should go outside and get some air. It's getting pretty stuffy in here." Sam suggested. Santana nodded absentmindedly, letting Sam take her hand and lead her outside, making the two blondes follow them, trying to stay out of sight.
As soon as they were outside, Santana sat on the hood of her car while Sam sat next to her. Brittany and Quinn hid behind Quinn's car and watched them over the hood.
"Sam, I'm having so much fun." Santana slurred. Sam smiled and nodded.
"Me too. You're drunk." He said. Santana nodded and giggled before putting her index finger over her lips.
"Uh-huh.. But, ssh, I don't want anyone to know." She said with a giggle.
"Okay, I'll keep it quiet."
"Hey, can I tell you something?" Santana asked. Sam nodded, "Britt, you know, my girlfriend, she thinks that you is in love with me. Silly huh? Don't you think that's silly?"
"Not really." Sam answered after a moment of silence. Santana frowned and looked at him.
"What's that mean?" She asked, "Are you in love with me still?"
"...Yeah." Sam answered, "Yeah, I am." He said, placing his hands on Santana's knees, moving them up and leaving them on her thighs.
Brittany clenched her jaw and inhaled deeply through her nose, listening to what Sam was saying.
"I love you so much, San." He said, "I just... God, I just want you again, you know? Like, what we had in high school. I want that back."
"So, Britt was right. You is in love with me." Santana said drunkenly with a frown as Sam's hands moved further up her body and rested just below her breasts, "Okay, you need to stop touching me right now."
"Why, San? You know you want me too." Sam said, leaning in to kiss her.
"No... No, no, no... 'Cause, see, I have a girlfriend that I love lot's and I want to be with her, not you." Santana said, moving her head back, avoiding Sam's lips. He wasn't listening though and he caught hers, pressing her forcefully against the car as she struggled to get him off of her, her eyes wide open in shock and her hands pushing his shoulders.
Brittany was already halfway to Santana's car, her hands balled into fists as her jaw clenched even tighter while Quinn hurried behind her to try calm her down. She didn't say anything, she just threw her hands forward and grabbed hold of Sam's shirt, yanking him off of Santana and off the car, pushing him onto the floor and immediately throwing her fist into his jaw.
"Oh, my god, Britt, please stop. Just calm down, let's just talk about this." Quinn said, trying to calm Santana who was confused as ever while trying to get Brittany off of Sam. Brittany brought her fist up again and swung at Sam, hitting him square in the jaw. Perfectly. She then tightened her grip on the collar of his shirt and pushed him into the floor as he tried to get away. He pushed her off of him but she was too quick and she nailed him to the floor before head butting him in the face, causing his nose to bleed instantly.
"You stay away from Santana, do you understand?" She said. He tried to get up but she lifted his head and slammed him back into the floor, "I said you stay away from her!"
"Okay, okay, okay." He said hurriedly, "I'll leave her alone for now."
"No, not for now, forever. You never speak to her again, you never call her or text her again, you never look at her again, you never even think about her again and if you do, I swear to god, I'll have your head on my wall in a time period of five minutes, do you understand?" Brittany threatened, her eyes flaring with anger as she looked at Sam's face. He nodded slowly and she got off him, "Now, fuck off." He nodded again and stumbled to his car, climbing in and driving away. Quinn stood next to Santana, both of their eyes wide and mouths open.
"Britt, are you okay?" Quinn asked. Brittany nodded and sniffed.
"Yeah." She answered, glancing at Santana.
"Brittany, I really didn't know he'd do that, baby, I'm so sorry." Santana said, beginning to cry. Brittany calmed down and brought the drunk latina into an embrace. She ran her fingers through the latina's hair, gently rubbing her back as well.
"It's okay. Don't say I didn't warn you, though." She said before kissing Santana's head.
"I know, baby, I know and I'm sorry I didn't listen to you. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, you were right." She said frantically as her tears fell.
"Ssh, baby, ssh, it's okay. Come on, let's get you home." She said, "Q, would you mind keeping my car at your place tonight? I'll come pick it up tomorrow."
"Yeah, sure. Are you sure you're okay?" She asked. Brittany nodded and lifted the latina into her arms.
"I'm okay. Goodnight, Q. Thanks for coming with me. I'll see you tomorrow morning, yeah?"
"Yeah. Goodnight." Quinn said, walking back to her car as Brittany put Santana into the passenger seat of her car, buckling her up before closing the door and getting in the drivers side.
She drove Santana home and put her in pajama's, put her in bed, locked her house and got into bed with her. Snuggling up to the drunk, sleeping latina, holding her tight and kissing her head as she fell asleep.
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Author's Note: Again, sorry for the wait. Hope you enjoyed, tell me what you thought if you want. Thanks dolls. :)