Many thanks to charisma28 for betaing the story!
Santan-AH!" Brittany fell on the floor as the mystery brunette jumped on the counter with all fours. The bottle of milk fell from the blonde's hands and shattered on the floor. The girl stared at the milk with a crazy shine in her eyes, wiggling her hips she jumped to the floor, landing gracefully while Brittany watched her with wide eyes.
As she watched her lap up the spilt milk from the floor, Brittany, for the first time since this morning, began to feel nervous. Realizing that this mysterious girl though beautiful, was in fact a stranger in her home. The blonde slowly stood and backed into the wall behind her. Brittany had to admit that she was a bit scared but knew joining Santana under the dresser was not option. Watching the brunette's quick tongue strokes, she decided to assess the odd situation she found herself in.
Well, first of all nobody she knew would be okay with drinking milk from the floor, especially with her hair falling from her shoulders and into the milk. Brittany had a hard time imagining who would do such thing? Maybe super poor people but she didn't look poor. Her hair and skin shining, she looked well fed and healthy. Also who would be that comfortable being naked around a stranger in a new house? Brittany liked to think she was full of self-confidence, but this? This was a whole other level. Also, what's with the jumping on and off things but pretending to have no balance? The blonde saw how elegantly she used her body it-it just didn't make any sense. Maybe if she would stop acting like an alien and actually talk to her it could be easier for both them.
Ugh, I've never been good at puzzles, Brittany thought. Right as she was about to sigh in defeat, Brittany suddenly got an idea. She's ACTING like an alien, just like that hot chick in the movie The Fifth Element! Except this girl was WAY hotter! It's the only explanation that fits! This girl who was now rolled over on her side trying to groom herself, was not human.
Brittany kneeled in front of the girl and placed both hands on her shoulders trying to get her full attention. "Are- are you human?" She asked cautiously. The brunette frowned like she had just been insulted. "Of course you're not, you can't be." Brittany mumbled the words a couple of times, mostly to herself since the girl gave her attention back to licking herself again. Maybe if she could just stop using her tongue so well or cover herself up, the blonde wouldn't be so distracted. Watching a drop of milk trail down to her perfectly shaped breast, Brittany once again shook away all her sinful thoughts.
"So-what are you, exactly?" Brittany tried again. Not expecting her "guest" to really answer but also not expecting to see her face filled with confusion… or anger… or disappointment? The brunette tried to crawl away and decided maybe she could stand up but failed miserably. Brittany panicking, once again caught her before she hit the floor. The confused blonde didn't know what to say or what to do. Had the question been offensive or racist or something?
Anyhow, physical connection didn't seem to bother the black haired girl, so Brittany turned the girl until they werestanding face to face. "I'm sorry." She said not knowing exactly what she was sorry for. With that the smaller girl wrapped her arms around the blonde's neck and tried to climb up. Brittany taking this motion as a hint that the girl wanted her to carry her again, quickly lifted her by swiping her one arm under the girl's kneesand began playing with her raven black hair. The smaller girl sighed into the crook of the blonde's neck and Brittany smiled while slowly swaying them side to side.
All the people that told her everything that she saw in cartoons, sci-fi / fantasy movies aren't real can now suck it because she is holding a supernatural beauty in her arms, not to mention with a body out of this world.
As excited as it she felt right now Brittany still didn't know what to do. The brunette in her arms didn't seem to be on a quest to save the world or anything; she was just fine with being wrapped in the taller girl's arms. After a while, considering they are both pretty much soaked in milk, Brittany moved to the bathroom.
She carefully balanced the girl in her arms and reached to fill the tub with water. Just as the water started to flow the girls hissed at the same time. The brunette madly curved her body and clawed the blonde's arms, Brittany leaped back in pain and shock. She watched as the girl tried to get away, clumsily hitting the walls as she went. She doesn't like water, Brittany noted and quickly followed the girl "Hey, wait! Stop!" Brittany called after her. Every thud coming from the house hinted where the girl was, so Brittany quickly found her in her bedroom near the dresser trying to squeeze herself underneath it. "No, don't!"
First of all Santana was very possessive about her den under the dresser, sometimes she didn't even let Brittany reach under it -The cat probably peed there to mark it or something- Anyone who dared to put a hand under it has to be bitten and/ or clawed. More importantly though, was that it was Santana's safe place and Brittany wouldn't let anyone, even a hot naked brunette, jeopardize that safety. The cat was probably already scared and the brunette girl seemed a bit dangerous with her long fingernails, based on the scratches on the blonde's arms. Doesn't matter who it is, Brittany would never let anyone close enough to harm the most pure and beautiful creature in her life. So hooking her arms under the girl's Brittany drew her back.
"It's okay, it was only water. Shh-" Brittany rubbed her shoulders until her breathing evened out and then, she laid flat on the floor to look under the dresser to see if Santana was freaking out. To her surprise Santana wasn't even there. Brittany was almost sure she must've been hiding here because it wasn't like her to not appear on breakfast time. She'd always stick around until the blonde left for work and then she'd go back to sleep again, it was their routine. Maybe, Brittany thought, I was too busy with the chaos that the strange brunette was causing to see Santana moving around.
Twenty minutes later, Brittany had looked everywhere, literally everywhere but Santana was nowhere to be found. She was beginning to grow increasingly nervous,actually on the edge of tears. Brittany's flat was a complete mess, every cushion was on the floor, she had even checked in every kitchen cabinet. Anywhere Santana might be able to fit into but nothing. Santana was nowhere to be found, on top of that, she had a nonhuman girl in her bedroom which she still had no idea what to do with. Brittany pressed her palm to her forehead to cool herself and tried once again.
"Santana, honey, please come out-Santana!" Brittany cried out desperately.
In that moment, with one eyebrow raised and a curious look on her face, the very same nonhuman brunette poked her head out from the bedroom door. Strange as it was, that look seemed oddly familiar. Brittany's mouth fell open as the pieces finally fell in place. That girl was not human, she was a cat and to be more specific, she was her cat, Santana.
"Santana?" Brittany asked just to be sure, the brunette's expression never changed but it was all the confirmation she needed. "Santana!" Brittany kneeled in front of the girl and cupped her cheeks. "It is you. It's really you." Santana tilted her head to the side, eyebrows knitted together and a small smile playing on her lips as though to say 'yep you're the crazy one'. That was definitely Santana, grinning like an idiot; Brittany pulled her cat into a tight embrace. Santana returned the gesture by caressing Brittany's cheek with her own.
Brittany lost track of time as she watched Santana in awe as she occupied herself with her new body equipment, never forgetting to smile when she caught Brittany's eyes. After some time, she curled up in the blonde's arms, and started to lick the scratches that she had made earlier.
A/N: I'm writing Santana literally as my cat. So is it weird for me to think one day i'll wake up, my cat transformed into Naya? o.O