Hi! I'm back from a torturous week away and have a new chapter. I'm kind of nervous to post this cause I don't know what you'll think of it. Hopefully you like it. I loved all the ideas in the reviews for the last chapter so tell me what you want to happen next! Review/fav/follow :)
My eyes flutter open at the feeling of movement below my head. Santana is awake, I can hear her breathing. Her arms tighten around me and I snuggle closer into her chest. Waking up with Santana is like waking up on Christmas and she is the gift. She's probably the best gift I've ever received even including the time I got a fat little kitten that I named Lord Tubbington.
I want to say something to Santana, but I don't want to ruin this perfect moment. It's like watching an amazing movie and wanting to pause it, though if you do, you can never see how it ends. I wish this movie will never end.
"I didn't mean to wake you." Santana finally breathes out. I hum in response. When I go to move my hand, I realise my pinky is still wrapped around hers. Smiling, I give it a light squeeze. "We should probably get up, it's almost half ten." It is Friday and because of what happened, school will be off for a few days.
I suddenly remember what I did. The water, the gun, the killing, all of it. However, I don't feel as lost as I did last night. Maybe it's because I finally believe that there was no other choice. I had done the right thing. Well, at least I hope I did.
"I want to stay in bed forever." I softly say. It's not that I didn't want to see my other friends or that I felt lazy or tired, I just wanted to be close to Santana and, right now, I am. "Can we stay here?" I ask.
"I'd love to, but there's something I want to show you." With her other hand, Santana runs her fingers up and down my back stopping and where my top ends to draw tiny shapes on my skin.
"What is it?" I question, knowing that San won't tell me because she loves to surprise me. I love it too, but it makes me nervous. I wonder if I should tell her how I really feel, that I'm in love with her.
Santana's hand stops moving when a knock comes at the door and before she has time to move it swings open. I hold my breath and pray that whoever it is doesn't freak out.
"Hey Britt, I was-" Rachel stops in her tracks when she sees us. "Oh," she says, shocked. Santana pulls the covers up even though we weren't doing anything and we both have clothes on. "Sorry, I didn't know Santana was here," I can almost feel the eye rolls coming from San, "I just wanted to let you know that I made you breakfast, it's in the fridge." Rachel normally would make me vegan pancakes in the morning when she made hers. They aren't as nice as the pancakes Quinn makes, but I still take them.
Giving her a smile, I say "Thank you." The small brunette takes one last glance at Santana before leaving my room. I let out the breath I was holding in. "Are you okay?" I ask San. She gives me a small nod.
To be honest, it looks as if the fact that Rachel walked in didn't really bother her. Was it because she already knew? If it was anyone else would she be upset? "Do you think she'll tell anyone?" Santana raises an eyebrow. I roll off her chest and onto my side so I'm facing her.
"No, Rachel can be a bit overwhelming, but she wouldn't tell anyone." Come to think of it, Rachel and I are pretty close, obvious not as close as Quinn and I, but I'd consider her one of my best friends. I mean, I can talk to her about Santana and stuff. "Would it be totally bad if she did though?" I ask.
I know Santana is still worried about what people will think of her, but the people in my house are like family, they wouldn't tell anyone about us unless we were okay with it.
"I guess not," My hopes rise at this, "But I'd prefer for people to find out from one of us." I bob my head up and down at this. Santana is right. Knowing Rachel, she'd probably come up with some elaborate thing of how she know about us or that she was the first to know because we trust her more or something like that. Santana brings our linked pinkies up to her lips and gives them a soft kiss. "Maybe you could tell Quinn." My eyes pop open. Quinn? I've wanted to tell her everything!
"Really?" I say excitedly.
Santana giggles at my happiness. "Yeah. I know that you really want to be open about all this and trust me, I do to. I want to hold your hand in school and actually be able to talk to you in the lockers without all the Cheerios annoying us." A dopy smile takes hold of her face as she lists of all the things she wants, "Maybe telling Quinn is a good start." I can't help but grin and lean into her lips.
"You're perfect." I whisper before my lips nudge against her soft ones. I close my eyes and press them harder together. Santana takes my bottom lip in her mouth and lightly sucks it. I could never get tired of kiss Santana. It's like a bubble forms around us that blocks out everyone and everything else, just us. I could kiss her all day if she'd let me.
She mumbles something that is hard to hear so I move back a little to let her speak. "I gotta go." She says. My face drops and she sees. "It's to get ready for the thing I need to show you." Oh! I already forgot about that. My body fills with joy once again and I give her one last kiss before saying goodbye.
I decide to just dress casual because there's not that many fancy things we can do around here. I put on a pair of denim shorts and a top that almost shows my stomach.
I can't believe I can tell Quinn. What will she say? She already knows that I like girls so it can't be that big of a shock, can it? Maybe Santana should be there when I tell her. Then again, she could get angry and start shouting at her and I don't want that to ever happen to San. I should just tell her myself after breakfast.
I leave my room and go to the kitchen. Most people are out because of the good weather and the day off. I heard that there is a place where everyone is putting stuff to remember the students that were killed by the hunters. I should stop by it and put something there. Even though I didn't know them, I still feel like they deserve to be remembered.
Rachel and Quinn are in the kitchen when I go down and heat instantly spreads through cheeks. I know Rachel hadn't caught us doing anything, but she still walked in on a privet moment between Santana and I and that was kind of embarrassing.
"Morning." Quinn greets me as I walk to the fridge to get the pancakes. "Gross, Britt I can't believe you eat those things. They taste like cardboard." I look down at the cold food and shrug, putting them in the microwave to heat up.
"Hey!" Rachel defends, "At least I don't kill innocent animals." She backfires and Quinn laughs at this.
"Wanna bet? How about we take a look in your wardrobe and see what kind of coats and handbags you have." The microwave digs and I giggle at their argument. Quinn and Rachel seem like they don't get along, but everyone knows they secretly like annoying each other.
Setting my plate on the table, I say, "Chill out. Quinn, have you even tried these pancakes?" Quinn lowers her eyes to the table. Clearly not. "And Rachel, she does have a point. You have like fifty handbags made from crocodile skin." Rachel sighs. Looks like I won. "Now stop the violence."
I take a bit of my food and look at Quinn. I could tell her now because Rachel already knows. I decide against it and go back to eating.
Fifteen minutes later, I'm sitting in Quinn's room on the sofa. "So what did you want to talk about?" She asks. Just as she was leaving the kitchen I told her I needed to tell her something important. How do I start this?
"Umm, I-well..." I let out a sigh. "It's about Santana." I say.
Quinn looks confused. "What about her?"
Why is this so difficult? "I wanted to tell you," I begin but then forget what to say next, "I didn't tell Rachel first, she found out," I close my eyes and try to think of something better to say, "She's really sweet and cute and-"
"Britt just tell me."
I take a deep breath. "Santana is my girlfriend."
When I open my eyes it looks like that was the last thing Quinn expected me to say. Her eyebrows were scrunched together and her mouth was slightly open. "Okay." I all she says.
"Okay?" I repeat as more of a question. "Okay as in 'Cool I'm okay with it' or okay as in 'Okay this is weird and I totally hate her'?"
"Okay." She says again. Now I'm confused. "Are you sure?"
Are you sure? What kind of question is that? Of course I'm sure. "Completely." I tell her.
Quinn sat and listened to what I had to say. I told her about meeting Santana in training - which she already knew – and then about how we kissed when we went home and then our date and how Rachel knew about us. Then I said how San wanted to keep us a secret until she was ready and Quinn was kind of angry about that and said I deserve to be in a relationship with someone that doesn't want to hid me, but I explained that it's not about me, it's about Santana and how she feels. Eventually she understood.
"I'm in love with her." I quietly say.
My eyes find Quinn's and they look worried. "Britt, you've only known her for like a month." I know. I was in love with her the first time we kissed, I just hadn't realised.
"I know it's hard to understand, but trust me when I say this, I love her. And it's not some stupid teenage fling that dies out when we get bored because I could never get bored of her. Santana could sit a do absolutely nothing and still be the most interesting person in the word. I wish I could record her laugh and play it when I'm feeling sad cause it makes my heart swell. I could get lost in her eyes there are just that many colours in them and I love when I put my head on her chest and hear her heart beat because it reminds me that she is actually real and with me. When she talks it's like hearing your favourite song for the first time. It feels as if someone has taken an air pump and filled my heart up so much that it's trying to break out of my body."
I take a breath after everything spills from my mouth. I didn't even mean for most of it to come out, it just did. Quinn has a secret smile on her face.
"Whoa."
"I know." She probably thinks I'm crazy now.
"I guess you really do love her." My face lights up and I nod my head. "I'm really happy for you Britt." I stretch my arms out and she giggles but still gives me a hug.
"Thank you." I say into her ear. "Now," I say and take a step back, "Tell me about Puck." I wiggle my eyebrows while saying his name.
A blush creeps across her face and I know she must really like him because Quinn never gets embarrassed when talking about guys she likes. "He's good," She says, "He actually asked me out on a date tonight..."
"Quinn! Why didn't you tell me?" I say crazily.
She rolls her eyes playfully, "I'm telling you now."
"Come on, we need to pick out some clothes for you to wear!" Pulling her over to her wardrobe, I couldn't be happier. McKinley is probably the best thing that ever happened to us.
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"No peeking!" Santana giggles from behind me. My eyes are covered by a scarf from Santana's room. All the Cheerios are out at practice because coach Sue made then, but San told her she was extremely sick and couldn't go. Now we have her whole house to ourselves. "There is a step in front of you." Her hand is laced into mine and I gently move forward.
"Where are you taking me?" I titter as I feel my outstretched hand brush against the wall. As soon as I walked through the front door San tackled me and tied the scarf around me.
Instead of responding, she just giggles again. "Stop for a sec." I do as she says and I hear her opening a door. "This is going to be tricky, but I need you to climb down a latter." This is going to be impossible. Santana guides me closer to the floor and then moves my hand so that I have something to hold onto. "Put your foot down and feel for a step." My foot bumps against something. "Yeah, that's it." When both my feet are safely on the latter, I climb down and wait for San.
She closes the door. "Okay you can look now."
I rip the scarf from my eyes and blink a few times until I can actually see. My jaw drops. This is amazing. In front of me is a dark room that is dimly lit by blue light things around the walls. It's not big, probably half the size of the living room in my house. There is a flat screen TV hanging on the far wall, a mini fridge in the corner, speakers, a guitar and a big sofa type bed all neatly packed together. Are we still in the Cheerios house? I'm pretty sure we didn't leave, I would have felt it.
"Where is this?" I ask, unsure of where we actually are.
"Well, basically, we're above the garage and under my room." San says. "I found it years ago and decided to do it up. Nobody else knows about it and its quite small so it's hard to notice." My head almost touches the roof.
I feel like I'm intruding. Santana has never shown anyone this and now she's showing me. It feels different from all the other places she's shown me, it looks like this is her most privet place. "Why are you letting me see this if you've never shown anyone else?"
She takes my right hand, links her pinky through mine and says, "Because you're special." My heart thuds in my chest. This feels so right, being with her. The way she makes me feel is almost embarrassing. I squeeze her little finger. "Come on."
Santana flops down on the big couch bed and grabs the remote, clicking the button to turn the TV on. Instead of the sound coming from the actual TV, it comes from small speakers on the arm rests of the couch. "This is so no one can hear the TV."
"Smart." I replay. "This place is so cool." I say, moving beside San. She rests her head on my shoulder and flicks through the channels.
"Is there anything you want to watch?"
"You." I slip out before I can even think. I feel my cheeks getting hotter and she looks up at me and smiles.
"You're cute." Santana laughs before kissing my red cheek.
This is another perfect moment. Better than the last. I sink further into the long couch, my feet far from dangling of the edge and Santana follows, snuggling into my body. I've never felt so amazingly relaxed and comfortable than right now.
"Santana," I choke out. I want to tell her everything. How I feel, why I feel it. "I- I really..." What if she doesn't feel the same way? What if I scare her off and she never wants to talk to me again? I try not to say it, but it bursts out of my mouth before I can stop it, "I'm so in love with you."
San's body goes stiff. Shit. I messed up. Why do I always do this? I'm so stupid-
Soft lips press against mine, breaking me out of my thoughts. Wait, I thought she was mad. I kiss back just as hard and can feel San smiling into the kiss. "I love you." She breathes as she pulls back, "So much."
She loves me. Santana Lopez loves me. I wouldn't be surprised if she could feel my heart thumping against my chest.
I kiss her again, harder this time wanting to somehow see if she can taste my love.
Santana's lips trailed along my neck, stopping and sucking every few seconds. A moan is drawn out of my mouth when she reaches my pulse point and pokes her wet tongue out to lick it. My hand plays with the hem of her top and I guide it higher and higher until she has to sit up and pull it off. I stare at her chest before kissing her collar bone. "Is this okay?" I ask waiting to make sure she's okay with what's happening.
"Yes." She breathes out while her hands tangle themselves in my hair. I slowly remove the straps of her bra, giving her time to stop me if she wants, but all she does is reach around to unhook it, letting it come undone. I toss it somewhere in the small room, not caring where it lands. My eyes roam her body. Nothing can compare to the way she looks.
"You're so beautiful." I whisper to her. San cups my cheek with her hand and gives me a soft kiss, not like the hard and quick ones we had just seconds ago. "I love you so much." I say again. I'll say it every day. I'll sing it, write it, scream it, just so that Santana knows how much I love her.
Another soft kiss is planted on my lips, "I love you too." San says while placing soft kisses all over my face. My hands wonder across her stomach and brush against her breast. Santana arches her back, begging for more contact and I carefully kiss the swell of her boob. My lips find her nipple and wrap around it, licking and sucking as I pinch the other one with my hand, feeling it become hard. "Fuck." She moans.
I let it go with a pop and do the same to the other then kiss up to her neck again, possibly leaving a mark on where her shoulder and neck meet. My fingers play with the button on her jeans, drawing circles on it. "Britt, please." She says and I finally pop the button open and push them down her long legs. San lifts her butt so that her jeans can go down easier. Once kicked off, all she is left in is her panties. I can feel how wet they are as I run my finger along the outside, earning a moan for Santana.
A feeling spreads though me. It's a good one and I love how I'm making Santana feel.
I dip one finger inside and run it through her wet folds. It's soft and warm. San is breathing fast and hard which only makes me want to please her even more. "Britt," she says but it comes out as a moan, "please." I begin to rub her clit slow at first and then faster as her breathing gets uneven. Tiny pants come from her mouth as I make small circles.
I keep doing this until I feel her stomach muscles begin to tighten and I know she is close. I go even faster until she moans out my name and her body becomes limp beneath mine.
I take my hand out of her panties and reach out to grab the blanket at the bottom of the couch and wrap it around us.
"Britt, that was..." Santana doesn't finish and I can only take that as a compliment. I can see her eye lids beginning to get heavy.
"Go to sleep, San." I tell her, knowing that she's tired.
She looks up at me, "What about you?" She asks. Even though I can feel the coil in my stomach begging for release, I ignore it.
"I'll be fine." She still looks unconvinced. I giggle a little, "San, sleep. I'll be here when you wake up." With that she nods her head and leans back into my body, getting comfortable before drifting off into a peaceful sleep.
I was really tired when I wrote this so sorry for any mistakes. Did you like it or was it too much/ too little? I really wanna know so I can write it better next time. What should happen next? Thanks for reading! :)