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I DO NOT Own Glee :(
"Thanks for the ride. It beats having to pay for a smelly cab."
"Anytime Britt. I figured it's the least I could do, since you were gracious enough to teach me some moves earlier."
"Yea well, I didn't learn my stripper moves in a dance studio, but I guess practice made perfect in the bedroom." Brittany hopes she didn't make herself seem too easy. It was always sexy time when it came to her and Santana.
"Don't be modest. You know you're a great dancer and I can tell it comes from your heart, not some lame ass classroom."
The blonde blushes at the compliment. It's been so long since she's heard someone comment on her passion for dance, she really missed it. She's spent so much time worried about getting Santana back that she hasn't really given much thought to herself and how good it feels to be around people who appreciate her efforts.
"So? Um, do you want to come up stairs for a bit?"
The red head gets out of the parked car, runs around the back and pops open the passenger door. She extends her hand to help Brittany out. They offer each other sweet smiles before making their way upstairs.
2 hours later…
"So, this is goodnight I guess."
"Aww, don't seem so sad. Pouting will get you nowhere with me." Quinn can't help but smile at Liam's attempt.
"Well maybe if I have something to look forward to, I would feel a little better about dropping you off."
"Ok, you are letting me out of your car, right?"
"Of course." He unlocks the doors and grabs the handle. "Do you mind if I borrow your phone for a sec? Mine died an hour ago and I need to check in on the frat house."
Quinn hands over her phone and Liam steps out to make his call. She gathers her things and the thoughts she'd fought to push out of her head all night, slowly begin to make their way back. She hopes that whatever was going on upstairs with Santana is now done and over with. Her stomach flips at the thought of both brunettes. She shakes away the frown building on her lips as Liam opens her door.
"Thanks. The campus PD has yet to make an appearance, so it's a good night for them." Liam hands the blonde her phone. "It was nice meeting you Quinn."
"Likewise. I hope I didn't talk your ear off."
"Not at all. I'm pretty sure I love talking to you. Maybe you should give me your phone number. You know, in case I forgot to tell you something, or maybe you have some things that need to be heard." Liam begins to babble but tried desperately not to sound like a complete moron.
"And where exactly would you store it? Seeing as your phone is dead."
"I can memorize it. Try me."
Quinn slowly speaks her phone number while Liam pretends to make a mental note.
"Ok, well goodnight. Thanks again for the ride." She steps a few feet forward and places a kiss on his cheek. She feels compelled to peck him on the lips but decides against it at the last second. He turns and starts to walk away.
"Wait! Quinn let's make a deal. If your next smile is because of me, you owe me a date. No questions asked. Deal?"
She nods at him while making her way towards the building's entrance. Her phone begins to ring. When she looks down to answer it, she sees a picture of Liam from moments ago when he borrowed her phone. He's standing beside his car in the selfie and his contact name is showing as: Mr. Right. She turns around exposing the bashful smile that has taken residence on her face and sees him wink from the driver's seat before driving away.
Santana's POV
Was that Quinn in that car that just passed by? Great, now I'm seeing both blondes everywhere. I left the party to avoid them, knowing that I would eventually face their wrath for leaving, since we share the same damn apartment. On top of everything else, I probably ruined any chance I had at getting it in with Jennifer. This dry spell has me going crazy, but I think that Miss President wants a little more than just some latin lovin' and I'm not sure I'm ready for all of that. Maybe that's why I left the party and have been walking around the damn city for hours. Those cops really thought I was working the streets back there. It's not my fault that idiot drove by asking me for directions. I'm so ready for a shower and I'm sure the bachelorettes are both asleep by now.
Santana turns the corner and the last thing she expected to see was Quinn kissing some guy goodnight.
Ok, maybe she's sleep walking. Dear God, do you hate me? I mean, what are the odds of this bullshit unfolding in front of my eyes, when I've been nowhere to be found for hours? Aww, look at how fucking adorable they are. Yea that's right, get back in the car jackass. What the fuck are you smiling at Fabray and where the hell is Britt? Lord, please make this girl go inside, so I can stop looking like a damn creeper.
Santana waits a few minutes after Quinn disappears, before walking the short distance to her building. She makes it up the stairs and fishes out her keys. As she walks into the apartment, she can already hear the shower. She also notices that the TV is on and there's an empty wine bottle on the floor next to the couch. She softly closes the door and makes her way into the living room. She's trying to make it to her bedroom without any more surprises, but it's an epic failure when she glances over at the couch.
"Wow, looks like I'm late for the slumber party." The Latina can't help the bitter tone her voice has taken.
"San! Hey uh, where have you been? I was worried about you."
"Really? Cuz it looks like Tara here was able to keep you calm Brittany."
"We must have just dozed off during the movie, it's not as bad as it looks." Tara tries her best to explain the scene to the brunette.
"It doesn't look like anything Tara, well anything that would matter to me anyway." Santana starts to walk towards her room again. "Goodnight."
"San wait, we were just..." the blonde is cut off by the sound of the bedroom door closing.
"I think it's time for me to head out. See ya later Britt. Thanks for the Disney trivia. Call me." Tara shows herself out.
I can't believe how this night has panned out. I was supposed to be getting my mack on. Can I really be mad at them? Of course not, but it still fucking stings damn it. I hope I can just wash this night off of me and go to sleep when I get out.
"San?"
Wow, I guess she didn't get the point when I said goodnight.
"Britt, what are you doing in here?" Santana backs away from the shower stream but doesn't turn to look at the blonde's silhouette through the misty glass of the shower door.
"I'm sorry, I don't want you to be mad at me. Can we please just talk?"
"There's nothing to talk about B. You don't owe me an explai.." A cold gust of air hits the brunette's back as the shower door opens.
Santana turns around to find a very naked Brittany. The blonde closes the door behind her and simply looks at the Latina as if this is nothing out of the ordinary. The brunette can tell that her friend is upset about what happened, because her eyes are glossy, most likely from unshed tears.
"Britt, what are you doing? You can't be in here with me. When you said you wanted to talk I expected you to at least have clothes on."
"I don't know what I'm doing in here San. All I know is that when you use to feel hurt, all you really wanted was for someone to love you. I remember that Santana, just like I remember a lot of things." Brittany takes a few steps forward until she is only a few inches away from the still body. She cups the Latina's cheek and strokes her wet hair with her other hand.
"Brittany, I don't want to mess up our frie.."
"Let me love you."
Brittany presses her body to Santana's. She places a soft kiss to the brunette's lips before pulling away slightly to look into her brown eyes.
The blonde can't gauge her reaction. It's as if she's lost. Brittany's not sure if she should continue or back off.
She grabs the Latina's left hand and places it on her cream skin, right above her heart. She wants Santana to feel the love she has for her.
The brunette moves her right hand to the blonde's hip and begins to kiss her. Brittany wraps both arms around her best friend and strokes up and down her wet back, while the Latina moves both of her hands to the slightly taller girl's perfect ass.
Brittany knows the brunette is definitely turned on and she is more than willing to give her whatever she needs.
Santana backs the blonde up against the cold tiles. She begins her assault on the soft pale neck, while her hands massage Brittany's breast. She pinches at the pink nipples eliciting several moans from the blonde.
"Mmm, San that feels so good."
Santana can't help the arousal that's building between her thighs, at the sight of this wet moaning Brittany.
The taller girl kisses at caramel colored shoulders, moving down towards the brunette's collarbone. She licks between the valley of Santana's breasts before taking the right nipple into her mouth. She can feel the Latina's nipple growing even harder as she sucks and rolls her hot tongue around in circles. Santana hisses in pleasure as Brittany begins to give her left breast the same attention.
Tan fingers snake down Brittany's right leg to the back of her thigh. Santana lifts the blonde's leg, slowly lowering it again as Brittany's foot drops anchor on the ledge of the shower bench for some support. The brunette cups the wet folds with her left hand and applies some pressure.
"San please…" the blonde's jagged voice send sparks down the Latina's back.
Santana stokes the lips up and down a few times before sliding her middle finger in between the moist slit. She circles Brittany's slick core before massaging her pounding clit with two fingers.
"Damn, Britt…" Santana's breathe hitches as she feels how wet the girl is for her.
The blonde begins to slide her right hand down caramel abs until she reaches the Latina's right thigh. Blue eyes lock with brown again in a silent request as Santana lifts her right leg. She places her foot on the ledge as well, mimicking the blonde's position.
Brittany's index and middle finger make their way in between the tan slit. Her hips thrust forward and she can now feel how wet the Latina is for her.
"God Baby...You're so wet." Santana drops her head back, as she feels the blonde slide to fingers into her center.
"Fuck…B." the Latina moans.
Brittany continues to pump in and out at a steady pace, making sure her palm gives the throbbing clit attention. The brunette shows her gratitude by also sliding two fingers into the blonde, fucking her at the exact same pace.
"Yes, God San. Right there baby…" Britt can feel herself unraveling, as the Latina hooks her fingers and hit the spot she knows will bring her to ecstasy.
"Cum with me Britt, don't stop."
Their muscles tighten, walls clenching around fingers. Sounds of pleasure echo throughout the bathroom, as both girls come undone.
Brittany gently bites down on Santana's shoulder as she rides out her orgasm, while the brunette's breathing starts to even out.
Santana pulls her fingers out and takes a deep breath, her mind begins to process what just happened. Sensing the tension right away, Brittany places a soft kiss on her tan shoulder, as she removes her hand from between the caramel thighs.
Santana can't bring herself to look up, much less say anything to Brittany. She steps out of the shower and grabs two towels from the small linen closet, handing one to Britt. She wraps her towel around her body and makes her way out of the bathroom, the blonde doing the same.
As the Latina makes it to the foot of her bed, she feels a hand on her shoulder.
"San, it's ok. You don't have to feel guilty."
Santana remains still, with her back to her friend. She can't face her. So many things are flying through her mind, and she has no clue what the fuck she was thinking.
"Santana, please don't do this. Just talk to me." The blonde takes a step forward.
"Britt…" Santana finally speaks, while raising a hand to stop her from coming any closer.
The silence is killing Brittany. She knows Santana is trying to gather her thoughts but can't help the ache that has developed in the pit of her stomach. Maybe she should have given her some space, or waited until she was ready to talk.
"Britt…I'm…um, tired. I think we should call it a night."
"Ok, if that's what you want..." She's trying her best to keep it together. There is no way she wants to lose Santana, not when she is completely and utterly in love with her.
"Promise me we can talk about this in the morning?" She waits for Santana's response, the brunette still facing away from her.
"Goodnight, B." Santana can feel the tears pooling behind her closed eyelids, as she mutters the words.
"Goodnight San, I Love You…and no matter what, that will never change." Brittany grabs the clothes, while moving towards the bedroom door in her towel.
She steps out of the bedroom, gently closing the door.
Oh shit. Is Brittany's first thought as she turns around.
"Hey Quinn."