Midnights (Santana's Version)

by i-am-gek

As you may gather from the title, this fic is based on Midnights (3am) by Taylor Swift. Each chapter will be based off a song from the album, but it is not in album order. This follows Santana from the time she first meets Brittany and into their life as wives.

5. Lavender Haze

a/n: As per usual, lyrics bold and italicized. This is a fluff and smut chapter. follow me on Tumblr @i-am-gek for GIF sets of every chapter

Track 1: Lavender Haze

Chapter 5: Lavender Haze

Meet me at midnight

That's what Brittany whispered to her as she passed her by that afternoon. Meet her at midnight? What the hell did that mean? Santana was a little bit excited- her and Brittany had just had a really long week with the election and her outing. You'd think that being out would've given her more time with her girlfriend, but every night she'd been crying too much to really feel up to any lady loving. Yes, her parents had accepted her, but her Abuela hadn't, and that meant she'd been cut off from the majority of the rest of her family. It hurt having random cousins and aunts and uncles sending her hate emails and Facebook messages. Her parents assured her it would blow over, eventually they'd realize the error of their ways, but for the time being she had to bear the brunt of the storm of Catholic hatred. She'd rather be stoned literally than metaphorically via the web. She drove herself home and yet another letter addressed to her from another distant Lopez relative had arrived.

"Dios Mio, I don't even know this person!" Santana groaned as she let herself into the house and opened the envelope, expecting another letter of hatred. Who knows, at this rate the pope might send her a letter saying her baby baptism was invalid.

"Let's see what Adriana Juliana Lopez has to say…" Santana said, unfolding the paper. It was written in entirely Spanish, not entirely surprising but one of the first to not have a single syllable of English. She scanned the return address. Cuba. Her dad had told her his uncle and aunt still lived there. But she knew their names- Luis and Clara. So this must be one of their children or grandchildren.

Dear Santana,

Word has just reached Cuba of your recent discovery. I wanted to tell you that you are not alone in the Lopez family. They do not know, as in Cuba it is even less acceptable, but I too love women. My parents do not know. They believe I simply did not find a man suitable in Cuba. Here I am, thirty years old and unmarried. I am glad there is a Lopez braver than myself.

Be blessed

AJ Lopez

"Wow…" Santana put the letter down "And she goes by AJ…well, at least that's how she signed this. I wonder if Papi has her contact information. I'd love to speak to her. " Santana said to herself. She was putting the letter in her desk drawer when her phone vibrated.

B3: don't 4get, midnight

As if Santana could! Even reading AJ's letter hadn't cleared her mind of Brittany's cryptic message. What the hell was happening at midnight? She didn't even know how to dress! She decided to start with a shower to try and clear her head. Afterwards, there was one part of her outfit she felt pretty confident in. She pulled out her lacey black and red lingerie she knew Brittany absolutely adored. It made her boobs look even bigger and left very little to the imagination. Jeans were a safe chase for her bottoms usually, but she hoped if they cuddled Britt still had her extra pair of Cheerios sweats. It was her top that was hard. She didn't want to be too cold, but she also didn't want to wear a hoodie and look gross. She picked out a low cut V-neck and her leather jacket. It was fully possible all her clothes would be quickly forgotten, but if they weren't, at least she looked good either way. Her parents wouldn't be home at all that night, both working overnights at the hospital, so she heated up some leftovers and watched TV while she nervously waited for the clock to hit Midnight. At 11:30, she got tired of waiting, and even though Brittany was only five minutes away, she drove to the blonde's house. She was quick to turn her lights off as she pulled up in front of the Pierce household. The only light on was the one in Brittany's room. She looked at her phone and then back to the window. Should she text? Or was Brittany expecting her to go all cheesy romance movies and throw pebbles? Texting seemed smarter.

S: babe I'm here

B: ur early:( I'm not ready yet!

S: sorry i was too excited.

B: s'okay, I was too…I'll let you in.

Brittany quietly crept down the stairs and let Santana in through the front door locking it behind them. She shushed Santana and had her carry her shoes upstairs instead of leaving them by the door like she usually did. Brittany closed her door and Santana set her shoes next to a few of Brittany's extra pairs.

"You look great." Brittany smiled softly "Did you dress up just for me?"

"Well you didn't tell me what to wear, so I tried to look nice." Santana shrugged as she looked at Brittany in her pink pajama pants and tight white tank top which she clearly didn't have a bra under. "But now I feel overdressed.

"You didn't figure out that clothes were probably optional entirely?" Brittany smirked and Santana blushed beet red "Unless you…you don't want to."

"No, I do." Santana assured "I just wasn't sure what you planned…" she saw the hastily laid out candles and roses in a vase "But I should've known you wanted to seduce me."

I feel the Lavender Haze creeping up on me

Brittany smiled and gently kissed the Latina softly. She could try to play it off however she wanted to, but Brittany could sense her nerves. She ran her hands comfortingly up and down her arms and carefully took her leather jacket and hung it up. Santana smiled softly and pulled Brittany back in for another kiss, this one much longer and more passionate than the first. Brittany bit the Latina's lip softly as they pulled apart and gently led her to her bed. Santana wasn't sure why she was nervous, but she hesitated to lay down. Her and Brittany had been together, at least privately, since summer. But it felt more real this time.

"San, it's okay, I'm nervous too." Brittany assured as she sat on the bed and held to the Latina's hips as she stood between her legs "But I trust you, and I think you trust me right?" Santana nodded. "Then it's gonna be okay." The Latina bit her lip contemplative and Brittnay moved to lay on her back on one side and pat the spot beside her. "We can just cuddle too. Just lay down with me." Brittany shuffled under the blankets and held them up for Santana to crawl under. Santana did so slowly and carefully and then nuzzled closer to Brittany. "Hey, you okay?"

"Mhm…just…this is nice." Santana admitted "Your heartbeat is like a lullaby, it calms me down. Don't worry though. I still wanna get my sweet lady kisses." Brittany giggled and ran her hand up and down Santana's back, periodically pausing to toy with the bottom hem.

"Can I take it off?" Brittany said a few minutes later, tugging at the bottom hem again.

"Yeah, go ahead." Santana planted a kiss to a pale jaw and helped the blonde tug her shirt over her head. "I wore your favorite."

"Mmm, yes you did." Brittany smirked, "You WERE prepared."

"I knew eventually we'd end up here, I just wasn't sure when." Santana chuckled before she pulled Brittany to her, kissing her hard, tongues quickly engaging in a battle for dominance. At first Santana put up a fair fight but it was no use when Brittany rolled them so she was pinning Santana to the bed

"Mmm" Brittany pulled away "I think it's my turn to take something off, don't you?"

"Only if you want to," Santana said, her eyes drifting to where the blonde's tank top had ridden up slightly, just barely exposing her milk midriff, up to where her nipples had stiffened, peaks beneath the tight fabric. She knew how much would be exposed when the tank top left. "I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."

"I wouldn't have suggested it if I didn't feel comfortable. You worry too much." Brittany gently rubbed her nose against Santana's affectionately, before sitting up and pulling the tight fabric over her head. The Latina bit her lip as flexing abs were revealed followed by ribs that caged the heart she handled so carefully, breasts that she couldn't wait to feel, and then a beautiful face peered back down at her again with adoration. "Like what you see?"

"Always, you're so beautiful Britt." Santana gently took a soft white breast in her palm and ran her thumb over the stiff pink peak of Brittany's nipple. The blonde shivered slightly. Santana knew how much Brittany loved nipple stimulation, once she'd gotten her off on that alone. "Never change, 'kay?" Brittany nodded. After Santana had her boob job, Brittany had worried that maybe hers were too small. At the time, Santana had simply said of course not, but it hadn't really instilled a whole lot of confidence. Brittany's breasts had always been smaller than Santana's even before that, so it was confusing to her whether the Latina would still be attracted to her small boobs. Quinn's were bigger too, especially after the pregnancy. But, kneeling there straddling Santana while the Latina gave them all the love and adoration a girl could handle, Brittany knew she had nothing to worry about.

"You're back." Santana said as blue eyes met mocha "You were gone for a minute there, what's going on in that genius head of yours?"

"I was just thinking about how I got all insecure after your boob job." Brittany shrugged it off like it was no big deal.

"Hey" Santana said "You know these" she gestured down to her boobs, still caged by her lacey bra "Had nothing to do with anyone except myself. I didn't like how I looked. You look so perfect, and I wish now that I hadn't done it. That I'd appreciate what God gave me."

"I know. I just love that you took the time to say "never change." Brittany kissed Santana softly, tan hands continuing their ministrations as best they could stuck between them. Eventually Brittany arched up again, and ever so slyly Santana found a way to suck delicately on her nipples, one at a time, Brittany's hips bucking against her midriff.

"Somebody is eager." Santana mumbled as she paused her actions "I don't think we need to repeat the time that finished us off. I'm pretty sure you had bigger plans."

"Hmm?" Brittany said dreamily "Oh, yes. Well, let's see, I suppose for starters I could repay the favor." Santana arched her back so Brittany could reach behind her and unclasp her bra. She blushed at the way Brittany licked her lips. The blonde had always had a tendency to stare at her boobs- she'd noticed the change in size immediately. Brittany gently kissed the fading scars beneath her breasts. Santana gently caressed her girlfriend's cheek and curious blue eyes looked at her.

"Thank you." Santana said softly. Brittany nodded and continued to kiss around the Latina's breast before settling on her nipples and sucking softly. Santana sucked in a breath. She had less experience with nipple play than Brittany, often foregoing it, but tonight she indulged cause she knew Brittany enjoyed doing it. Santana brushed blonde hair back so it didn't block her view. She loved seeing Brittany and the way blue eyes would flash up to her for approval. She never failed to please. Eventually, their lips found each other again, melding together in perfect intricacy. Brittany's leg slipped between Santana's, and they started humping each other's legs. They were both definitely ready to forget foreplay and get to the good stuff. Pants were discarded quickly and efficiently leaving Santana in her lacy panties and Brittany in SpongeBob boy shorts.

"You planned this, and you wore those?" Santana snorted playfully "Babe, where are all your sexy underwear?"

"I ruined them all trying to do my own laundry." Brittany admitted "I didn't know you couldn't just throw them in with everything else."

"Oh…" Santana cooed and Brittany pouted down at her "That's okay. I like your SpongeBob underwear." Santana bit back a laugh and Brittany sniffled in disbelief "I do…just there a bit unsexy. Come one, let's just take those off and my lacy panties off. Mine are soaked. Probably ruined." Brittany giggled and they laid next to each other completely bare. It was at this point that Brittany's eyes settled on Santana's thigh.

"Sanny?" Brittany asked and Santana followed her eye line "Sanny, what happened?"

"It's nothing." Santana lied. Those raised white and pink lines weren't nothing. "I stopped, honestly Britt. I stopped this summer, after you finally forgave me."

"They're…because of me?" Brittany whimpered.

"No…no. Honey, they're because of me. I hated myself for making you upset. And for using Karofsky. And for being a bad friend to you. I really really hated myself. I was exhausted from hiding in the closet and instead of letting you carefully guide me out I went to the furthest corner and brought Dave and my love for you with me." Santana shook her head and saw tears dripping from blue eyes "Please don't cry…"

"How did I never notice before?" Brittany asked.

"How many times did I tell you not to go down on me?" Santana asked and Brittany chewed on her lip "How about when I was wearing boxer shorts and I'd ask you just to slip your hand under? Or how I insisted on keeping the blanket over us no matter how hot it was?"

"Oh…Sanny…why didn't you tell me?" Brittany put a hand over them and Santana whimpered. Brittany kept her hand there and waited for an answer.

"I didn't want to disappoint you." Santana bit her lip. Brittany kissed her cheek.

"You could never. Now let me go down on you. Okay?" Brittany said and Santana nodded. She didn't miss the way Brittany kissed her thighs more than usual, but when the blonde finally reached her center it was euphoria. Soft pink lips wrapped around her clit, sucking lightly before licking up her slit. Her hand tangled in blonde locks and with some encouraging tugs she was being tongue fucked right into her orgasm. It hit her like a tidal wave, full throttle. She crashed over the edge, Brittnay lapping at her happily before crawling back up her body. They rested in the afterglow for a few minutes before Santana returned the favor, Brittany similarly crashing over the edge forcefully. They'd gone too long without this. They cuddled close and slowly hands crept down to finger each other to a final orgasm, soft and slow and luxurious. It was perfect. Brittany turned off the bedside lamps and curled protectively around Santana. No one was going to hurt her again. Not even herself.

I just need this love spiral

It was a wonderful night, and waking up in Brittany's arms was one of Santana's favorite things. She savored it, because it was rare for her to wake before the blonde. Her eyes wandered to the clock on the nightstand. No wonder Brittany was still asleep, it was only 8 am. There was no coffee brewing in the kitchen or bacon wafting under the doorway yet. Mrs.Pierce slept in on weekend, those telltale signs of life in the Pierce house wouldn't arrive for another hour. Brittany's grip tightened on her as Santana tried to figure out what woke her up. Oh yeah. Her dreams. They weren't always fun, and this one while not particularly scary, was just Salazar's ad on repeat. It was much worse when it was spliced with memories of Abuela's reaction. She was glad that hadn't been the dream this time and tried to clear her mind of the memory of the other one. Instead, she rolled over and nuzzled her face into the crook of the blonde's neck and fell back asleep.

The next time Santana woke up it was to Brittany leaving soft kisses on her cheeks, forehead, nose, and, finally, lips. Santana grinned and pulled her girlfriend in for a proper kiss. Brittany pulled away with a smile.

"Good morning, gorgeous, are you ready to get up?" the blonde asked.

"Yeah, I smell coffee." Santana stretched, "I woke up a little while ago and decided to go back to sleep, but I'm definitely ready now."

"You should've woken me up, we could've had a before breakfast treat." Brittany pouted.

"I think you had plenty last night. Besides, you looked so cute all curled up. I couldn't bear to wake you up." Santana tucked a stray piece of blonde hair behind one of Brittany's ears.

"That's a pretty good reason." Brittany surmised "But I really wish we could've cuddled or something. Now we have to get up and drag ourselves downstairs."

"I have one idea." Santana said "We both smell a little…well…we smell like sex." she pointed out and Brittany raised an eyebrow "instead of our usual, hardly effective, method of perfume overload, why don't we shower together?"

"That sounds like we won't be getting very clean." Brittany grinned "I'm in." Santana giggled and they went and took an extra steamy shower. It was the first time they'd ever had shower sex, but it certainly wouldn't be the last. Once they were done, they threw on hoodies and sweats and joined the rest of the Pierces in the kitchen.

"Good morning Brittany and…Santana when did you get here?" Mrs.Pierce asked and Brittany chewed on her lip. Why did Santana always have to answer?

"Late last night, Mrs.Pierce. I'm sorry I didn't ask your permission, my parents worked overnight and I got scared in the house all alone." Santana explained and Mrs.Pierce shook her head. That definitely wasn't a truthful explanation, but she really didn't want the dirty details of what she knew happened last night.

"You know you're always welcome in our home." Mrs.Pierce assured "Help yourself to some breakfast. I need to take Lily to her soccer game."

Lily was Brittany's little sister, who was now eight, and she was turning out to be quite the star on the soccer field. Lily admired Brittany a lot, but she adored Santana. She often came to the Latina for homework help when both her parents and Brittany were at a loss. The girlfriends wished the younger girl good luck as she ran out the door followed by both her parents.

"So, what do you want to do today?" Santana said as she poured herself a mug of coffee.

"You." Brittany teased and Santana rolled her eyes "I don't know. Maybe we can go see a movie or something? Date like everybody else has?"

"We've been going to Breadstix for months. That's a pretty normal date, isn't it?" Santana asked as she filled both of their plates.

"Sure, but you always insist on taking a hidden booth and holding hands under a napkin. We could be the teenager we are and makeout in the back row of a movie theater." Brittany shrugs.

"Is that what you really want? To be just like everybody else?" Santana asked "I think…I think it's nice that we're different. How about instead of a movie, I take you dancing?"

"Wait, really?" Brittany asked "Where?"

"Well…dancing on roller skates…" Santana admitted "We're not old enough for a club and as much as I'd love to sneak in, that's only at night."

"I love the roller rink!" Brittany smiled wide "You're right, we are way better cause we go on different dates." Santana chuckled and they finished their breakfast before getting dressed to go roller skating. It was nice, finally going on a real date, holding hands and dancing around other couples at the roller rink. They even had a little picnic for lunch afterwards. It was what they deserved- happiness. After all the shit that they'd been through and put each other through, being together openly and freely was perfect.

I just wanna stay in that Lavender Haze