A/N: Thank you for the reviews! It's nice to know that you're still following the story. And, well.. Brittana.
After Brittany made sure Santana would stay in the dress for a while, she called Tina and Mike. Santana didn't make a big deal out of it. She just played with the hem of the dress or peeked inside from the top of it. Except for looking way too sexy for an occasional coffee at the apartment, Santana was perfect.
When the doorbell rang, Brittany was nervous and excited at the same time. Mike and Tina were never Santana's favorite people; actually she never really liked anyone before. Maybe Mercedes- but that's probably because she stayed at Brittany's for a month when she broke up with her boyfriend so Santana kind of got used to her being around.
And of course, there was the whole deal of what Tina and Mike would think about Santana. Unlike Santana, it was unlikely for them to not like a person. They even liked some of Brittany's ex boyfriends who were complete jerks. So Brittany wanted them to love Santana. She wanted them to adore her, appreciate her, admire her (not in the way Brittany herself does, of course.).
So, after letting Santana know that her friends arrived, Brittany opened the door. Although seeing the big smiles on their faces calmed her nerves, it added to her excitement.
"Can we speak with the feline of the house?" Tina joked.
All three of them giggled until Brittany felt Santana's chin on her shoulder. Mike and Tina's laughter died on their throat as their focus fell to Brittany's right side. Their mouths stayed open as their eyes widened.
Brittany was still grinning from ear to ear. She craned her neck to look at Santana's reaction.
She was simply frowning at the couple in front of her with her head slightly tilted to the side.
Nobody moved for a few seconds and Brittany just stayed there and enjoyed every moment of it. After a while Santana must've lost interest for the humans before her because she raised an eyebrow and walked away into the living room.
Only then, Mike and Tina moved, although it was a very little movement. Since Santana's face wasn't here anymore, their eyes fall onto her ass.
That is when Brittany cleared her throat and cut their line of sight, opening her arms. Their heads jerked backwards.
Mike shook her head as if he just saw a mirage in the dessert and Tina just stood there stuttering incoherent syllables.
"So! Come in, come in!"
Only then the couple seemed to function as they followed Santana into the flat.
Santana seemed a little taken aback by their presence and a little creeped out by their looks. Brittany would be too, if people looked at her like a thirteen year old meeting Justin Bieber.
The couple took a seat on the love seat and Santana put a reasonable distance between them, standing by the couch but not taking them out of her sight.
"Oh, that's Santana's place to sit." Brittany pointed to the love seat. Tina and Mike jumped out immediately as if it caught on flames. "I'm just kidding! Sit down. Her place is the couch." Brittany laughed. Although, she was the only one to do so because the couple was too engrossed in Santana to get the joke. They just slowly sat back down.
Brittany officially introduced them, Tina and Mike waved to Santana enthusiastically since it was obvious she had no intention of getting near them at the moment. They didn't seem to mind Santana's skittish behavior. Brittany sat on couch closest to Santana and took her hand in hers, drawing circles on the back of her hand with her thumb, hoping to help Santana relax.
The first one of the two who broke the intense gaze and come back to earth was Tina.
"Brittany told us so much about you!" Tina gushed. "Although, now I see my imagination didn't do you justice. Not one bit."
Brittany smiled at her friend. She was a bit afraid that they would behave like Santana wasn't in the room just because she couldn't talk.
"And" Mike jumped from his place like he just remembered something. "She mentioned that you love milk, so we brought some. Also, Tina made chocolate chip cookies. We hope you like them, too." He put the foil-covered plate and the boxes of milk on the table.
"Aww, guys." Brittany cooed. "Thanks."
Mike and Tina looked at each other like they were proud of themselves and Santana was now looking more curious than skeptical. So you could say everything was going so well.
Brittany grabbed the milk boxes and went to the kitchen to serve everyone. Santana followed her right behind. At first, Brittany thought she didn't want to be alone with Mike and Tina, but when Santana opened the cabinet and grabbed a mug she realized Santana was just eager to drink milk. As always.
When they returned to the living room, Santana still insisted on not sitting. She was standing behind the couch sipping her milk, sometimes moving a little bit to her side, her eyes are still on the strangers in her house.
While Brittany was dipping a freshly baked cookie in her milk, Mike broke the silence.
"We should totally go on a double date." He said nodding to himself.
"Totally! We should go to an Asian restaurant. Did Santana try any Asian food? I bet she would love sushi-"
Tina continued on her rant, though Brittany couldn't hear her. Her eyes were following Santana who seemed to take Mike and Tina's distraction as an opportunity to get closer. She was pretty stealth so they still did not realize her inching closer.
Suddenly, Brittany panicked. What if Santana thinks it OK between humans to behave like they do in the house when they are alone? What if Santana treats them like she treats Brittany? Neither of them looks like they would complain, but that is not the main problem. What if Santana thinks that when they kiss or cuddle, it is not intimate and something special. It is just plain and normal for humans to do.
When Santana's face got closer to Mike's neck to be considered appropriate, Brittany's heart sank as the cookie in her hand crumbled into the milk.
Mike was still ranting something about which restaurant would be the best choice to Tina when Santana took a whiff of his neck.
He froze and blushed when he realized what was happening but Santana turned her head and started sipping from her milk casually, like she did nothing. Like she wasn't leaning over the love seat inches from his ear.
When Tina craned her neck to get closer to Santana so she can smell her too, that is when Brittany cleared her throat.
She doesn't like Santana inhaling other people's scents from close proximity, so what?
"Let's talk about the fund raising, shall we?" She suggested with a high pitched voice, failing to hide her anxiety.
That of course drew Tina and Mike's attention to herself, although Santana remained true to her mission to get into their personal space in order to take a whiff. When they turned around though, she behaved completely disinterested.
Planning the fund raising event was Brittany's favorite thing to do as well as the actual event. Every year, they got to choreograph bunch of really cool dance routines however they want them to be and have a blast at the event night with all the feedback they got. It always felt good to be on the stage with the students, it was amazing to feel their unadulterated energy and excitement. And of course it was the best feeling, helping young kids with the money they collected.
Right now though, Brittany wasn't feeling any of that. She was only half listening as Mike went through the event plan. Santana's nose was nearly in Tina's hair and it looked like Tina also wasn't invested in what Mike had to say, either.
All she could do was to watch. She knew this routine. Santana would get closer to smell her and then bury her nose in her neck and inhale as much as she can. Then they would cuddle so close, every inch of their body would be tightly pressed together.
Santana was still a cat inside and cats were not monogamous. Brittany was just stupid enough to think that it only will be Santana and Brittany together in this house, like it was always have been before.
She just hung her head and watched as the little cookie bits swam in her milk instead of watching Santana get all over Tina. When cookies don't make you feel better, nothing can.
When Mike abruptly stopped talking for the second time, Brittany looked up to see if her fears came true.
Thank god, they didn't.
Santana was bending all the way over the coffee table, walking her fingers slowly to the plate of cookies, her eyes daring Mike and Tina to say something. They didn't. They looked too aroused to say anything.
After securing her hold on the plate, Santana took it and sat on a grinning blonde's lap and making herself comfortable. Before offering to Brittany, she held a cookie to her nose to inspect. Cookies did make everything better.
After that, she never even acknowledged the two strangers sitting in her living room. She just contently sat on Brittany's lap, feeding them cookies and sipping from Brittany's milk and licking her milk mustache. After playing with the foil for a while, she fell asleep on the crook of Brittany's neck.
It was a good thing that she did, because Brittany's spirit was back now that Santana only wanted her arms. Tina and Mike didn't have to feel aroused when Santana did basically anything, they just gave them adoring looks. And most importantly, now they could talk about the event without getting distracted.
After everything was planned and spoken, it was time for Tina and Mike to go. Brittany woke Santana by kissing her temple.
They all walked to the door and said their goodbyes. Tina kissed Brittany's cheek and moved on to Santana. But Santana just bend her back all the way down with a frown on her face. Tina just froze there with her lips puckered up, leaning forward. It was obvious that she felt embarrassed as she blushed. Mike kissed Brittany who was trying to hold her laughter in, leaving Santana's personal space to only Brittany.
The blonde was amused by Santana's actions. Not only because Santana only wanted her near, but because she had no problem getting other people's personal spaces but she never let anyone in hers.
"See you soon." Mike said to Santana. "You should totally come to the studio, too."
Just as they were out the door, Brittany remembered something and told them to stay for a second. She took Santana's hand and they went into the bedroom.
First things first, she kissed Santana. The brunette sighed into the kiss, and tried to deepen it, though Brittany stepped back with a smile.
"Let's get you out of this dress, shall we?"
The look on Santana's face was the look of 'Thank God, finally!'. Brittany chucked as she removed the dress in one swift motion to get Santana free as soon as possible.
When Brittany was distracted by Santana's very naked body appearing in front of her, Santana took the opportunity to kiss her, balling her shirt in her hands and pulling upwards, trying to get her out of it.
"Wha- baby!" She wasn't expecting Santana's surprise attack. It was always welcomed until she remembered that her best friends were waiting for her by the door. "Baby wait." She managed to get her bottom lip between Santana's teeth.
"I didn't mean it like let's get naked." Brittany giggled but Santana frowned and pouted. "I'm just gonna give the dress to Tina and I'll be right back, OK?"
Santana just let out a frustrated 'Ugh!' and released her grip on Brittany's shirt, somehow finding a way to throw herself on the bed gracefully.
"It'll be just a moment. Cheetah speed." Brittany assured and left the bedroom.
Tina and Mike seemed oblivious to the sacrifice Brittany was making to return the dress as they casually stood by the door.
"Here." She held out the dress for Tina to take. "I can wash it and give it to you on Monday, if you want. But there is a slight chance it can turn pink."
"Well, about that-" Tina hesitated. "Maybe you should keep it."
"What? T, no! I know how you love this dress. I can't just take it away from you."
"It's my gift to Santana." Tina smiled. "She wore it so much better anyway."
"I'm sure it fit you very well, too." Brittany said but didn't pressure her more to take it like she normally would because there was a certain brunette in her bedroom that she would like to be left alone with -immediately.
After thanking Tina repeatedly, she closed the front door hastily and sighed in relief.
That went well.
They seemed to like Santana to say the least and she would hear what they really thought in detail on Monday.
Right now, bedroom.
Santana wasn't in the bedroom like she expected, even better, she was sprawled out on the love seat, wiggling her butt on it. She seemed determined to do so, probably on a mission that made sense only to her.
"Whatcha doing there?" She asked, her head tilted to side. Stopping for a second, Santana reached out and pantsed Brittany, pulling at her sweatpants until they fell around her ankles. "Do you want me to rub my butt on that, too? No way. People sit on it." She said as she stripped out the rest of her clothes.
Then Santana was looking at her, probably the exact way she was looking at Santana in the bedroom minutes ago. She slowly reached for Brittany's hand and tugged until she was lying flat on her.
Brittany knew what that meant. Whenever Santana was on top of her, it usually meant they were going to just cuddle. When Santana started to play with her breasts, it meant a very, very long foreplay before sexy times. She knew Santana's favorite sexy times, eating Brittany out, and only that. Even then, she preferred to be on the bottom. Brittany always found it curious why she never tried anything else, because Santana wanted everything that she liked for Brittany too. But she never really figured it out because when Santana has her tongue on her, she can't even remember her own name. So it's safe to say she doesn't mind.
It doesn't take a scientist to understand what Santana wants when she wants Brittany on top of her, kissing her neck and her hands roaming everywhere on her taller frame, moaning and panting heavy next to her ear. When a frustrated groan leaves her lips, Brittany knows she should kiss Santana hard on the lips to let her know that she's there for her and wrap Santana's hand around her own wrist to touch her where she needs the most. Brittany wants Santana to be in control of her hand's movements because she can't voice her discomfort if the blonde hurts her. So Brittany wraps Santana's hand around her wrist as a safety precaution, but she also knows Santana only takes advantage of it by urging her to go faster.
Or that, it only takes three rapid breaths and a loud and long moan for her to arch her back into Brittany, squeezing around the blonde's two fingers when she flicks her thumb against Santana. Because… Thumbs are handy and important. And they can help you with other things.
Brittany knows that Santana will start purring right after, and she won't stop purring all the while she wraps long pale thighs around her head, driving Brittany mad with all the vibrations.
Sure, Brittany knows so much about Santana, she just doesn't know why she does the things she does. She just tries her best to guess correctly.
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