First sorry for the ridiculously long wait on this chapter and second special thanks to charisma28 for general awesomeness.
Brittany smiled to herself as she watched Santana twitch in her sleep. How cute, she must be dreaming.The blonde had always wondered what it was thatSantana dreamed about when she was a cat, and she still did. It was a shame that, even now that she was a human, Brittany had no way of finding out the answers to her questions, all million of them.
Brittany really enjoyed their wordless communication, most of the time, it was special and she was sure that Santana understood her when she spoke, even though she didn't always show it. However, there were times, like right now, when she wanted to know what Santana was thinking or dreaming about. Did she ever dream about Brittany? Does she dream about being outside because she misses being free? In her dreams is she still a cat or a human? Or what if she's having a nightmare right now? Brittany's hand automatically went to Santana's silky hair to soothe her, just in case.
Santana sighed at the touch, nudging against Brittany's chin demanding more space on her neck. Brittany giggled gently at the gesture, "Baby, you awake? I kinda need to get up to make us some food." Santana lifted her head sleepily, slowly opening her eyes. After a moment, she stretched on top of Brittany, all four limbs going in one direction, before slumping back onto Brittany's neck. Brittany watched as she began to lick her hands lazily.
After she had gotten Santana off of her, Brittany decided to make Mac & Cheese because that's what she liked the most and that's what she made for dinner mostly. It would be awesome if Santana liked it too. Just as she was pouring the sauce onto the macaroni, Brittany felt Santana's chin on her shoulder peeking to see what she was up to. Based on the sniffing sound in her ear, it seems like the smell had finally coaxed her out of the bed. "Smells good doesn't it? Here, have a taste"
Brittany dipped her finger in the hot sauce and held it up for Santana to taste. The brunette took a whiff before taking a timid lick at it. She must've liked it (if her hum is any indication), because she started to suck on Brittany's finger.
"Whoa there, you gotta wait until it's finished." Brittany warned playfully.
Before, Santana always meowed and rubbed against her legs when she wanted food from the blonde. So, Brittany decided to see if Santana will react the same. Yes, she was rubbing against her back impatiently but Brittany wanted her to meow.
Brittany had wanted Santana to meow because that would mean Santana actually couldn't talk and she could stop hoping. Well, Santana could purr but it seemed more like a reaction than a form of communication. Like a laugh or a giggle she occasionally let out. Brittany really wanted Santana to try and communicate with her, even it's just ONE word or a meow.
Pushing her thoughts aside, Brittany placed a giant bowl of Mac and Cheese on the table and put Santana out of her misery. "Come on you little monster, let's eat."
It had been a very long day and although she took a nap before, Brittany was exhausted and craving a hot, relaxing bath. She filled the bathtub, with lots of bubbles and went to find Santana.
Santana was lying on the couch, playing with her boobs when Brittany found her. She was poking her left boob aside and watching it as it bounced back into place. Santana was the only one who could look like she's doing some serious science experiment while playing with her tits. Brittany walking over, covered Santana's hands with her own.
"I'm sorry for interrupting but I just filled the bathtub with bubbles" Brittany winked and Santana smiled "Would you like to join me?"
Santana got up almost immediately, leading the blonde to the bathroom, much to Brittany's pleasant surprise. "Oh and for the record, you can continue your experiment in the tub. And if you need a hand, I'm more than happy to help." Brittany added seeing Santana second guessing this bathing idea. With a light sigh, Santana decided to get into the bathtub. By herself.
After their bath they both lay on the couch wrapped in fluffy, duck covered towels. Santana laying on top of Brittany, as per their usual. The blonde popped in Top Hat to pass the time until their hair dried, because there was no way Santana would get anywhere near the hair dryer. Brittany decided to make some popcorn too, but Santana freaked out at the way they popped and she refused to eat it.
Brittany loved the old movies. They were all about dancing, singing and romance. And she knew all the dance moves by heart, especially Top Hat's.
Santana's eyes were glued to the screen but her pupils were not moving.
She never reacted to the sounds and images on the TV before and Brittany wasn't sure if she could see and hear the things the same. She wished, though. Because this was one of her favorite movies and she would like to share it with Santana.
There were a lot things she would like to share.
After almost a week, Brittany had learned a lot about Santana.
Like how, when she peppered light kisses all over Santana's face, she purred so loudly that her chest vibrated. Or when she massaged between her shoulder blades, she scrunched her nose and closed her eyes humming contentedly. Brittany also learned that she absolutely hated coffee, and when she wanted her attention she would block Brittany's view until their noses touch. Santana also seemed to love boobs, Brittany's and her own. And finally, Brittany learned that when she lifted Santana up, her legs wrapped around the blonde's waist and she would let out this heavenly giggle and laugh as Brittany spun her around.
Santana was also getting really great at showing her emotions, too. If she didn't like something, she would definitely make it known by making all kinds of faces which Brittany found adorable. If she wanted to say yes, she would close her eyes just a second more. She mastered shrugging, and Brittany loved the moments when she could make Santana laugh. Brittany could almost imagine how Santana would sound if she were to speak, based off how she laughed, so she made it her mission to do so.
One time, Brittany was almost sure she saw Santana cry.
It was like any other afternoon. They were lying on the sofa naked with Santana tucked under her side, like a bunch of nudists (because apparently Santana declared war on clothes after the sundress incident) and Brittany was reading Santana her favorite book since she was seven, The Little Prince.
Santana was idly grazing her fingers on the blonde's arm and giggling when Brittany voiced the characters in the book differently, until the little prince met the fox.
"Who are you?" asked the little prince, and added, "You are very pretty to look at."
"I am a fox," said the fox.
"Come and play with me," proposed the little prince. "I am so unhappy."
"I cannot play with you," the fox said. "I am not tamed."
Brittany realized that Santana had stopped moving her fingers, so she continued.
"What does that mean- 'tame'?"
"It is an act too often neglected," said the fox. It means to establish ties."
"'To establish ties'?"
"Just that," said the fox. "To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you, I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world..."
Brittany could sense that Santana's interest had peaked. The brunette leaned in closer to the book in the blonde's hands as if she could read. After a moment, Brittany continued reading slowly but her attention was more focused on Santana and her reaction to the story.
"My life is very monotonous," the fox said. "I hunt chickens; men hunt me. All the chickens are just alike, and all the men are just alike. And, in consequence, I am a little bored. But if you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life. I shall know the sound of a step that will be different from all the others. Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will call me, like music, out of my burrow. And then look: you see the grain-fields down yonder? I do not eat bread. Wheat is of no use to me. The wheat fields have nothing to say to me. And that is sad. But you have hair that is the colour of gold. Think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! The grain, which is also golden, will bring me back the thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat..."
The fox gazed at the little prince, for a long time.
"Please- tame me!" he said.
Brittany could see Santana's eyes glimmering with unshed tears but she made no comment despite planting a kiss on the brunette's temple. As she got to the end of the chapter, Santana collected a tear with a finger before it dropped, and buried her face into her neck.
"Goodbye," he said.
"Goodbye," said the fox. "And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye."
It turns out, when Santana helps Brittany make dinner, the meals turn out surprisingly better than usual. Brittany had never known that spices could make an average meal into a delicious feast. Santana carefully smelled all the different spices one by one and mix them into the dinner as she saw fit. It never failed to amaze Brittany.
Every time she went back home from work, Santana would showed her a newly discovered talent. But she was bothered by the fact that Santana was staying home all day by herself. If Santana would only wear something, then they would be able to do so much more together.
Tina and Mike were constantly asking when they would meet Santana. Brittany realized that they appeared more excited than skeptical. She really wanted them to meet her Santana as well. It killed her to see Santana looking out the window longingly. Brittany wanted to bring Santana out with her on her daily runs, because Santana must need some type of exercise, too. Even when she was a small kitten, she would run around the house energetically. She certainly needs more now. So Brittany decided to gather a wide range of different clothes tomorrow, she figured Santana could try all of them and decide if one of them worked for her.
At least one of them would work for her, right? Clothes can't be that horribly uncomfortable, could they?
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