Ask and you shall receive. Longer chapter, for your viewing pleasure. Thanks again for all the follows/favs.
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Bold Italics = Song Lyrics
You know what I love best about my room? It came with my very own bathroom. I get to take as long as I want in the shower, not have to worry about wrapping myself up in a towel until absolutely necessary and I don't have to share my full length mirror with anyone. I'm sure B and Q wish they could say the same. I mean, if push comes to shove, I would allow them to enter this beautiful sanctuary...well, I would at least consider it.
Santana is sitting in front of her vanity, finishing up her make-up. She decided to go with smokey eyes, as they would complement her outfit best. She went with sexy casual, which included a pair of tight black skinny jeans, a sheer white V-neck, and her black stilettoes. She added a few accessories and decided to leave her hair down in loose curls.
She could hear blow dryers, giggling and the sweet sound of Bruno Mars radiating throughout the apartment. She still can't believe that Brittany and Quinn are her roommates. The Unholy Trinity after so many years, still able to co-exist. She's glad that the two women get along so well, because they are both so special to her that she couldn't imagine what life would be like without the blondes.
Brittany was just about her first everything. Her first best friend, her first sleep over, her first crush, her first girl kiss, her first love and unfortunately her first heartbreak as well. This morning was somewhat of a bittersweet reminder of all those things. She loved being intimate with Britt, not just sexually, but in a more tender and caring way. She felt comforted by the blondes touch and scent. When Brittany caressed her cheek she felt that warmth that she had missed for so long.
"Why the guilt then?" she thought to herself. "Why did I practically become paralyzed when Quinn walked into the room? I felt the need to explain the scene unfolding in front of her, but why?"
She's broken from thought when she hears a knock at her door.
"San..?"
"Come in…"
Her door opens slowly and Brittany comes into view. The brunette looks up at the blonde through her vanity mirror. Total jaw drop moment. Her eyes widen as she takes in Britt's getup. She was wearing a form fitting black dress that hugged her in all the right places. It stopped just above her knees and the toned legs lead to strapped black heels. Her golden blonde locks are curled to perfection with her bangs swooped to the side and her lips shimmering with caramel colored gloss.
Brittany smiles at the Latina who is obviously enjoying the view.
"I just wanted to let you know that Kurt and Rachael are on their way up."
"O-Ok, I'll be out in a sex…I-I mean sec."
That's right Lopez, SEX... as in what you haven't had in about, oh I don't know, six months? Damn six months!? It's really been that long? I need to get lai-
"San? Are you ok?" Brittany questions, bringing the brunette back to reality.
"Couldn't be better Britt-Britt. Give me a minute to finish up and we will gets our drank on."
As the door shuts behind the blonde, the Latina takes a deep breath and reminds herself that she has grown a lot in the past year. She wouldn't want to do anything to jeopardize the friendship that she waited so long to rekindle.
When Santana makes her way into the living room she sees Kurt swooning over Brittany's hair. Before she can make it to the pair, she is being squeezed into a hug by her favorite little hobbit, Rachel.
She would never dream of admitting it, but she actually missed Berry. Lord knows she has her moments where she would rather skinny dip in piranha infested waters, instead of listening to Rach carry on about NYADA, Barbara Streisand or anything having to do with her rise to broadway. She loved the little dwarf none the less.
"Santanaaa, so nice to finally see you. I was starting to think that you were avoiding us." Kurt says with a grin.
She rolls her eyes and her lips contort into a scowl as she walks towards him. "I couldn't avoid you if I wanted to lady lips." She replies, giving him a squeeze.
Kurt was the brother she never had. That's right, her adoring gay brother from another mother. Santana vowed to always be there for him and protect him from anyone who would try to bring him harm. She and Kurt had many things in common actually. They had become really close while sharing the loft.
The four of them make their way toward the kitchen where Santana starts to pour them a round. She grabs some ice from the freezer and hears a gasp from Rachel, followed by squealing and clapping from Kurt.
She turns to see them crowed around a body she thinks belongs to Quinn. She can't really see the girl, since lady face and Yentl are squeezing her like a tube of toothpaste.
She continues to pour Britt a shot and flings one back herself, allowing the warmth of the alcohol to radiate down her throat. She reaches for a lime and feels a hand on the small of her back. Is it even possible for a person to go into cardiac arrest by the mere site of another person? She has no fuckin' clue, but when she sees the beautiful creature that is Lucy Quinn Fabray standing there, she really considers dialing 911.
The girl is in a strapless dress, which is showing the lacey black ridges of the corset she must be wearing underneath. It's definitely allowing her twins to sit up nicely. The dress is form fitting and falls right above the knee, leading to black heals. Her bangs are pinned back into a poof, while the rest of her hair is loosely curled and resting on her shoulders. Her lips are adorned with light pink lip gloss. She looked stunning to say the least.
"S, pour me a drink?" Quinn looks at the brunette but doesn't get a response.
"Tana…?" Still nothing.
"Hellooo, earth to SANTANA LOPEZ, come in Miss Lopez." Kurt states as he snaps his fingers in her face.
"Wh...What?" Santana manages to slowly drift back to planet earth after a few blinks.
"Could you please pour her a damn drink so we can get this party started?" Brittney questions as she walks towards the living room to turn up the music.
She grabs the glass that Quinn had been extending to her and quickly mixes Q her poison, cranberry and vodka.
How is she supposed to obey her no sex with the roommate's rule, which she so graciously imposed on herself, when they walk around looking like that, for fuck's sake.
The No Sex with the Roommates Rule was Santana's sure-fire way of not getting hurt. Brittany had broken her heart for men, not once, but twice and she was not going to let herself get caught up in that again. Quinn had given her a night of 100% pure love making and she thought that maybe it could actually be something more. The way they made love that night and the following morning was nothing short of amazing. Even after they were passed the last wave of orgasms and were merely exchanging sweet kisses, she felt like she was speeding through Just Friends Blvd. and entering Holy Shit I'm Gay for Fabray Ave. Yet again she was wrong. Quinn moved on as if nothing happened and she was left to deal with the shit storm of not being wanted.
Across the room...
"Quinn, I must say you are looking absolutely stunning this evening." Rachel compliments.
"Thanks Rach. I was in the mood to spice it up a little since this is my first NYC club night." She replies with a chuckle.
"So, anything you want to fill me in on Ms. Fabray?"
"Shhh Rachel! You promised you wouldn't say anything."
"That I did, but after that drool fest that I just witnessed, I had to ask. Have you talked about anything?"
"No, it hasn't come up, and frankly I don't know if it will." Quinn answers with a sigh.
"Wait, what? Why not?" Rachel asks with a cocked eyebrow.
"I sort of think her and Britt are hooking up again." She looks across the room to see Santana and Kurt laughing at something Brittany was saying. "I kind of walked in on them in San's bed this morning."
"OMG! Were they naked?" Rachel just had to know.
"God No!" Quinn cringes at the thought "They were just lying there, all cozy and staring at each other. Santana had an arm around Britt and it looked like they were going to kiss, but I interrupted."
"Well, maybe it's not what you think? Maybe they were simply laying there, being cozy- friends…"Rachel trails off.
"Either way Quinn, I think you owe it to yourself and to Santana to let her know how you really feel. So get it together girl, because that spicy senorita belongs to you!"
They both laugh at Rachel's attempt to light a fire under her friend's ass.
Hazel eyes meet Brown ones across the room. A smirk versus a smile is all it takes for Quinn to remember why she wore this outfit tonight. Who knows, maybe she won't have to keep it on the entire night.
~~~~~~~~~~CM~~~~~~~~~~
They round the corner and notice that the line isn't too bad. It was Kurt's idea to walk, since Flirt was only a few blocks away. Quinn and Rachel make it to the line first, while the others are a few paces behind them.
"So, are you ladies excited about classes starting next week?" Kurt asks.
"I know I am." Brittany quickly responds "Especially since I have a few classes with my Sanny."
"Hmm…your Sanny huh?" He looks at the brunette with a sly grin.
Both girls look at each other and pretend like they don't know what Kurt is trying to insinuate.
"Listen Hummel, yes we're excited but I would rather enjoy what's left of my freedom and tear it up in this club. Enough with this scholastic convo."
They all pull out their ID's and make their way into Club Flirt. After doing a lap around the place for good measure, they decide it's time to dance. Since all of them are currently single they start off dancing in a group, but when asked, they do share a few dances with whomever is so bold.
In true Flirt fashion, the DJ announces a booty shaking contest and asks for all the lovely ladies who think they got the goods, to please make their way to the center of the dance floor. Brittany's toothy grin confirms that she will be entering the contest and her friends follow to watch as the battle unfolds.
"Alright ladies!" The DJ calls from his booth. "We need you in a straight line so that we can all see what you're workin' with. Now show us what you got!"
Britt makes sure to take her position in line right across from her friends. She knows they deserve a good show and she intends to give a certain brunette, just that.
*C'mon
The beat drops and Brittany starts to sensually roll her body to the rhythm, while making her way lower and lower.
Yeah…. Yeah…. Yeah….
Make that ass vibrate…
Make that ass vibrate…
Make that ass vibrate, Shake that shit till you start an earthquake.
The blondes pokes her ass out, locks her knees and begins to gyrate while placing the tip of her index finger between her teeth.
I like the way yo ass be vibratin...
I like the way yo ass be vibratin...
Make that ass vibrate, make that ass vibrate
Make that ass vibrate, shake that shit till you start an earthquake.
Brittany continues to dance, commanding all the attention with her body. She runs both hands through her blonde locks and brings them back down over her chest. She looks at the Latina with a smirk on her face and starts to seductively walk towards her. Santana looks to both sides as she is unsure of what is happening. Britt grabs Santana's wrist and pulls her forward into the line of dancing women. She turns the Latina so that she is facing the crowd and gets in front of her. The blonde begins to grind her bottom into the brunette's front, making figure eights as she pushes her ass back harder and harder. Santana bites her lip to keep from releasing the moan that is inching its way up her throat.
I like the way yo ass be vibratin...
I like the way yo ass be vibratin...
Brittany interlocks their fingers. She places the set of hands on her abs and slowly moves them down towards her thighs. The Latina presses her forehead to that back of the blonde's head, where she can catch a full view of Britt's perfectly round ass continuing its assault on her covered heat. God she feels so good.
The brunette looks into the crowd and notices that Quinn and Rachel have disappeared. Brittney turns her head to the side and places a lingering kiss to Santana's cheek, grabbing her attention once again.
I like the way yo ass be vibratin...
I like the way yo ass be vibratin...
The song comes to an end and of course Brittany is announced the winner. She jumps into Santana's arms and Kurt turns it into a group hug. He takes the blonde to the DJ booth to see what she's won, while Santana excuses herself to the restroom.
~~~~~~~~~~CM~~~~~~~~~~
"Quinn, will you please come out? It's going to be ok, I promise."
The stall finally opens and the blonde steps out.
"How can you say that Rachel? You were there, you saw exactly what I saw. How is everything ok?" Quinn responds as she makes her way to her friend by the sink.
"So what if she danced with her? It's not a freaking marriage proposal, besides Britt approached Santana, not the other way around."
"I don't know how to deal with this Rach. I have to live in the same apartment with them for crying out loud." Quinn looks at her reflection in the mirror. "Great, I ruined my make-up."
"You didn't ruin your make-up. Here, let me touch up your eye liner and you'll be good to go." Rachel grabs Quinn's clutch purse and pulls out the liner and some foundation.
"Damn it!... Sorry Quinn."
"What?" Quinn turns towards the mirror to see a streak of black liner right under her eye and sighs in defeat.
"There you guys are, I was wondering where you ran off to." Santana says as she makes her way toward the two women.
"Hey Quinn, I think I'm going to go check on Kurt. See you guys in a bit." Santana looks to Quinn as Rachel makes her exit.
"So, you having a good time Q?"
"Yea, but now I have to fix this mess that Rachel did to my face."
"Allow me. I'm the make-up artist extraordinaire." Santana says with a smile so deep that her dimples show.
Quinn smiles at the Latina allowing her to take the foundation and eye liner. Santana wipes away at the black streak with her thumb and the blonde feels warmth spread throughout her entire body at the contact. The brunette gently applies some foundation and crinkles her forehead in concentration, as she fixes the line just below the hazel eye. Quinn takes notice on how close Santana's lips are to hers. She can smell the cinnamon lip gloss that's mixed in with the warm breath coming from the girl. Santana gently places both hands on the blonde's cheeks and moves in closer. Quinn takes in a deep breath, licking her lips as if mandatory. They gaze into each other's eyes for what seems like forever, as the Latina begins to slowly blow away the access foundation powder from Quinn's face.
"Perfect." Santana says in a whisper as she glides her thumbs over silky cheekbones.
They hear the bathroom door swing open and shut after a few seconds. Neither of them look, both too caught up in this moment to care. A minute later they're finally broken from their trance as a red head, who can only be described as a hot ass mess, runs straight into the stalls covering her mouth.
"Thanks." Quinn finally speaks, offering her friend a smile of gratitude.
"No problem. I think we should head back; they're probably wondering if we got swallowed by the toilets." Both girl's chuckle before making their way towards the music.
"Must have been a long line, huh Lopez?" Kurt questions as they approach the tables by the bar.
"Shut it wallflower! I was helping Q with a beauty emergency." She looks to Quinn who is listening alongside Rachel.
"Anyway, where's Britt? What did she win?"
"Oh, she came back from the restroom saying she wasn't feeling well and decided to go home. Didn't you see her?"
"No, I-I must have just missed her." The Latina replies, glancing over at Quinn who pinches her lips together and gives a slight nod.
"So you guys let her go home alone?" Santana asks with a hint of anger in her voice.
"Santana..." Rachel intervenes "Of course we offered to take her home, but she insisted that we stay and she would take a taxi. She even sent me a text letting me know she had made it home safe."
Quinn walks up to the heated brunette and places a hand on her arm.
"It's ok, we can leave if you want?"
Just a simple touch from Quinn Fabray could make Santana go weak at the knees.
"No, it's fine Q. No sense in ruining everyone's night. We can stay for a while, and I'll check on her when we get home."
Santana feels somewhat guilty for not rushing home to the dancer, but the thought is quickly forgotten when she feels Quinn tugging her by the hand onto the dance floor. Kurt glances at Rachel, who is watching the two women dance and with a grin Rachel confirms his thoughts to be true. Those two are playing with fire, and he hopes they don't get burned.