Summary: Santana closed her eyes, pushing out her lips and tilting her head in anticipation of a kiss.
Then she sang to her, punctuating her sentences with small taps against Santana's chest.
"My name is no. My sign is no. My number is no. You need to let it go. You need to let it go."
Or
Santana is an egotistical celebrity who instantly falls head over heels in love with Brittany and tries anything to get her attention but the coy blonde keeps playing hard to get. Can she make Brittany fall for her too?
A/N: Had this idea based on the video HeMo recently posted about getting hit on constantly at the bar.
I'm not sure why but the concept of Brittany playing hard to get is just insanely hot.
I know Santana is douchier/more arrogant than normal at first but that's for plot purposes.
The lyrics Brittany sings are from the song "No" by Meghan Trainor.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or anything associated with Glee. This story is for entertainment purposes only and no profit is being made.
Thanks to everyone who left reviews on the previous chapters! Would love to know your thoughts on this one.
It all started one night at the club.
Mercedes kept telling her in her disapproving, long-suffering way that she needed to actually get serious about women after she had caught the millionth scantily clad blonde damsel doing the walk of shame out of Santana's penthouse apartment with mascara running down her face wearing yesterday's clothes.
Santana wasn't planning on meeting the love of her life that night. She had just had a work week from hell, her label wasn't too impressed with her latest media scandal about that fight she had in the bar the other week - even though she totally won it - and there was talk about dropping her, she was slightly buzzed on tequila and she hadn't slept with a girl in a month, which was a record for her but it also meant she was going out of her mind from sex deprivation. The Pussy Cat was exactly where she needed to be that Saturday night.
Santana was hot, famous and rich, so every woman wanted her. At least that's how she saw it. She had her TV career… okay maybe a stint or two on Bad Girls Club and her singing career… the losers who said her album flopped didn't know what they were talking about. Clearly, she had made it. Sure, she didn't have some cheesy, super lame Broadway career like Rachel Berry and okay, maybe she was considerably less wealthy but who needed Broadway when she had all this?
She knew Madison with the great legs from their previous monster truck rally hookup was waving at her flirtatiously from across the room and that platinum blonde, daisy duke-wearing redneck, Lindsey, was giving her the eye from the other side of the club. Santana knew she could get any of them in the backseat of her car but at the moment she was highly distracted.
There she was, dancing right there in the center of the room without a care in the world, as if no one was watching even though she had caught the attention of every man in the room and Santana. As if she wasn't a divine moon goddess descended from Aphrodite herself.
Santana gasped out loud, grabbing the front of Mercedes' shirt and gesturing toward the ethereal nymph goddess. She couldn't contain her enthusiasm.
"That's what I'm talking about! Do you see her?"
"Who?"
Mercedes was less than amused with Santana.
"Her! What a woman!"
She was the hottest woman Santana had ever seen in her thirty something years of life. Santana couldn't take her eyes off of her long, sexy legs in the tiny, pink mini dress she was wearing as the angelic blonde fairy shimmied and rolled her hips like she was being paid for it.
She heard Mercedes muttering something in the background about how she didn't sign up to be her wingwoman but she didn't pay any mind to that. Santana had tunnel vision.
The Latina gaped at the blonde, dropping the glass she was holding as her eyes raked over the woman's form. She was completely captivated by this woman who put all other women in the universe to shame. If she was a cartoon character there would be hearts popping out of her eyes and she would be drooling all over. She heard a million cheesy love songs playing in her head.
For one thing, this blonde vixen was tall and had legs for days. Santana loved tall women. Santana could tell from those legs alone that this woman was a dancer… and God did Santana love dancers. She was drawn to them like a moth to a flame.
It was difficult to even describe this level of sheer womanly beauty she was basking in. The woman's legs were just unbelievably sexy, so perfectly toned but thick, just the way Santana liked it.
Her striking, alabaster skin was so pale that she stood out from everyone else there with their obnoxious fake tans and her light blonde hair fell in soft, beachy waves.
There was nothing Santana loved more than long, pretty, flowing hair. Everything about this enchantress was so striking and feminine that Santana forgot about everything else as she watched her. Hell, she forgot her own name.
When the bewitching blonde turned around slightly, Santana finally saw her face and let out an audible gasp again. She had these upturned, startlingly blue eyes that Santana could only describe as being feline and they glinted with playfulness. She had never seen eyes shaped like that before and they were just so seductive.
Her features, right down to her enticing pink lips were so delicate and her body was so svelte but curvy in all the right areas. Her freckled skin looked unbelievably soft. All Santana could think about was getting her out of that tiny slip of a pink dress.
Santana wasn't a genius but if there was one thing she knew how to do, it was getting girls. She considered herself a master, actually. If there was one thing she was sure of, it was that she could make any hot bicurious, bisexual, or experimenting blonde babe within a ten mile radius fall for her. If this girl had any remote interest in other women, Santana would have her in bed within the next ten minutes, she was sure of that.
She made up her mind that she was going to shoot her shot with this woman. She'd be a fool not to.
She kept staring in Miss Sexy Blonde's direction, making no secret of her interest in her and when the girl went to join her friends at a table, Santana made a point of having drinks sent to her, making sure to turn up the charm when she smirked in Sexy Blonde's direction each time. Girls loved the Lopez smirk.
She just continued talking to her friends and didn't even seem to notice Santana at all though, shrugging each time a drink was brought to her. That was no problem. Santana loved a bit of a challenge. At least, she loved it when it came from this girl.
The Latina waited to make her move, pretending not to be sneaking glances at her constantly. Blondie had to know she was the sexiest woman in the entire place. In the entire world, probably.
She noticed that the woman didn't seem to have any boyfriend or girlfriend around… not that the girls she wanted having such things had ever stopped Santana from seducing them before.
As the night wore on, she made a point of laughing extra loud with her friends and acted like a lunatic, just to get the girl's attention.
She ignored the way her friends were giving her strange looks. Again, the nymph-like, elfen goddess didn't look her way even once. Santana's smug smile dropped but she had a new plan.
She eventually swaggered up to her, keeping her back straight, pushing out her chest and throwing her head back. If this was the animal kingdom, Santana would be strutting and displaying her feathers like a peacock to attract her mate but this was the best she had to offer.
If Blondie wanted some attention, she'd give her some. Santana searched her head for the best pick-up lines she could come up with.
She knew she had game. These had totally worked on all of her hookups.
"Hi. You're gorgeous," Santana came up behind her, making sure to pull out all the stops for this girl. When the girl turned to face her, Santana put on her megawatt, dimpled smile and she was sure her dark brown eyes were extra smouldering. No girl could ever resist the smoulder. "Dayum, Girl. Where'd you learn to dance like that? Who you dancing like that for looking all hot like that?"
The sexy blonde didn't respond, continuing to twirl around in place with her dreamy expression.
"What I want to know is, what time them legs open?" Santana drawled, unfazed when she ignored her the first time. She had to at least be impressed with this.
"Oh, is that supposed to be a pick up line?" The girl quipped, those upturned, foxy eyes filled with mischief as she finally turned them on Santana. Even her voice was so sexy. She had this rich, preppy, untouchable mean girl vibe that was absolutely doing it for Santana as she stared right into her eyes. Santana was stunned speechless.
Oh I've got her attention.
The dark-haired woman swallowed nervously and clenched her thighs together, suddenly wondering if she maybe bit off more than she could chew.
She was practically throbbing now just from that sassy comeback and the way the girl tossed her blonde waves back as she smirked at Santana confidently and seemed to see right through her with that laser blue gaze. Keep it together, Lopez.
"So, you know, I'm on top of things. Would you like to be one of them?" Santana waggled her eyebrows, moving closer. "Ooo is it hot in here or is it just you?"
That earned her a snort and an eyeroll. Oh yeah, this was going so well. She was picking up signals from this woman that her intuition had been right. Miss Homecoming Queen was definitely into her.
"Ooo, I'm in trouble," Santana made sure to keep her voice low and raspy. Girls liked that. Yeah, she was nervous as hell but she had to act confident. Santana's eyebrows rose when her Barbie goddess came a little closer and poked her finger into her chest. "Oh, that's how it is, huh? What's your name, Pretty Girl?"
Oh fuck yeah. This was really happening! Sexy Blonde was finally invading her personal space. She kept looking at Santana, her eyes trailing over her toned body, with a little impish sideways smirk as if she liked what she was seeing and Santana was suddenly thankful to her lucky stars that she had chosen her sexy black dress that night. She knew she looked hot.
Oh yeah… she's definitely checking me out.
Then that shimmery sapphire gaze met hers and it was as if time stopped. Santana tried to maintain her composure because it wasn't exactly cool to admit you were practically about to come just from a girl looking into your eyes but she was getting so overwhelmed, the room suddenly feeling about one hundred degrees hotter.
The tall blonde beckoned her to come closer as if there was something she wanted to tell her and Santana couldn't keep her eyes off her lips. She was so curious about this girl.
Santana could hardly handle being in the presence of this much pure unadulterated estrogen without short circuiting.
If this was how she was feeling when the girl was barely touching her, she wondered how she'd feel when she actually got the blonde into her bed.
She was so sure she was about to get a kiss from the leggy goddess as she leaned in really close and felt her hot breath against her neck. She felt goosebumps rise on her skin, shivering slightly.
There was some perfume the woman was wearing, or maybe it was her natural scent that was so sugary and light, in this intoxicating way. It was driving Santana insane. Santana closed her eyes, pushing out her lips and tilting her head in anticipation of a kiss.
Then she sang to her, punctuating her sentences with small taps against Santana's chest.
"My name is no. My sign is no. My number is no. You need to let it go. You need to let it go."
There was the sound of girlish giggling and Santana realized she was laughing at her. So it was pretty embarrassing to be left hanging as the blonde didn't give her anything more and she pulled away. She just left her there hanging like a loser with a duck face and no kisses.
At first, Santana was so turned on and entranced by that adorable singing voice that she didn't quite register what she had just said in that sultry voice of hers. She thought she should have been offended but hell, she could hardly even breathe or think straight after that. Even that giggle was the most seductive sound she had ever heard.
Santana was so confused about how this woman was rejecting her with her words yet giving her "Fuck Me" eyes at the same time and fluttering her long lashes. It all made her head spin.
Let it go? That only made Santana want her way more.
So that wasn't really expected but it was somehow the hottest thing in the world that Miss Sexy Blonde was giving her come hither eyes yet turning her down in such a sassy way. This woman was so sneaky. She knew how hot she was and the effect she was having on Santana.
There was no way she could be looking at her like that with those eyes and then expect her to not chase her. If the little minx wanted someone to chase her, Santana would be more than happy to.
Long years ago, her first ever girlfriend's father had chased her out of his pickup truck with a shotgun when he found her hooking up with said daughter in the back of said pickup truck. After that, nothing could scare her.
"Oh, she's spicy," Santana smirked, undeterred and following the girl the entire time as she spun herself further into the room. "Such a little tease. I like that in a woman. You want me to work for it, huh? C'mon, Babe. I know you want this."
Temperature by Sean Paul began to play and Santana grinned.
"Oh, this is my song!" She announced excitedly.
Santana began to dance up beside the girl, wanting to show her that she had some moves too and could more than keep up with her, even if she wasn't some professional dancer like she was. The girl didn't seem too impressed with her body rolls, however and she was chuckling as Santana danced aggressively beside her as if she was strung out on cocaine.
"You're cocky," The girl said flatly. "That's how you dance?"
Santana could hear the smirk in that cute, sassy, preppy girl voice as she said all that without even looking in her direction.
"You like that, huh, Babe?" Santana took that as a compliment. So yeah, she got carried away again but in her defence, the sexiest woman in all of existence was dancing literally right beside her. Santana slipped her arms around her waist, whispering into her ear in a smoky voice. "You want all up on this, don't you? I'll make you feel so good, Princess. Trust me, I'll make you scream my name."
That comment definitely made the girl blush and Santana was proud. She looked adorable with those flushed cheeks.
"Is that so?" She said coyly, batting her eyelashes.
"You bet. I think we should get to know each other better. Preferably with way less clothes on."
"Hmm, oh you'd like that, wouldn't you?" The sexy mean girl scoffed in that little soft-spoken voice, rolling her pretty eyes as she sniffed. "What else?
"Roses are red, violets are fine. You be a six and I'll be a nine."
She could tell Brittany was trying not to laugh.
"Mm hm. Is that all?"
"Fuck yeah. What else could you want? Girl, I'd do you right here if I could. Your ass is so amazing," Santana moved closer to her, grinding against her to emphasize her point and heard the blonde gasp. "Just imagine it, you and me tangled up in my silk sheets. Let me take you home, Babe."
So maybe she was being crude but girls liked that. At least the girls Santana ended up in bed with liked it but Brittany had her jaw dropped, her pale cheeks still flushed and rolled her eyes as Santana shifted closer.
"Nuh uh. I don't think so."
Santana wasn't sure how the girl managed to do it but in a series of super fast, cat-like maneuvers and agility, she slipped out of her arms and Santana yelped as she fell back on her ass hard after losing balance. This girl was deceptively innocent looking.
Everyone was staring at her and yeah, it was pretty embarrassing. Mercedes was laughing at her.
She was also reeling from getting kneed right in the crotch. It was then that she discovered that even for girls, that really hurt.
"Oops! My bad!" The woman exclaimed, cupping her hand over her mouth, although she didn't sound remotely apologetic. She was doing that sexy giggle again, her blue eyes sparkling with amusement.
Santana was lost in a daze, her whole world transformed. The more the hot chick rejected her, the sexier she became in Santana's eyes. Santana had never been so horny.
There was just one thought going through her mind.
Oh she might not know it yet but that's wifey right there!
"Whoa, wait," Santana limped up to her when she saw her grab her little purse and leave, struggling to move due to her now aching groin. She had never felt so desperate for a girl in her life. "What's your name?"
"You need to let it go," The girl flipped her long hair back with sass but then the corners of her lips curved upward as Santana leaned up against the wall, trying to play it cool. "It's Brittany."
Cute… Even her name is so adorable and perfect for her.
Then she walked away, swaying her hips.
"That's the one," Santana murmured in a dreamy voice as Mercedes shook her head in disbelief and looked to the heavens as if she was praying for help. "I want her, Mercedes."
"Girl, you're insane."
Santana was going to make this sexy, Viking goddess of a woman fall for her if it was the last thing she did.
Santana did a double take when she saw her, taking off her gold aviators to get a better look.
"Hi, Brittany." Santana husked, making no effort to disguise the way she was checking her out and making her appreciation known as she sauntered up to the blonde, trying to act all casual and cool as she rolled up to the blonde in a split second and stood by the cooler, making sure to show off all of the gold jewelry she was wearing.
Sure, she desperately needed to make a good impression on the sassy blonde but no one else needed to know that.
She had tried just about everything to get the girl's attention, sending her flowers, candy and expensive jewelry but Brittany never responded to any of it. Santana couldn't believe her luck that the sexy blonde happened to show up at Mike and Tina's massive pool party at their mansion and was wearing the tiniest string bikini known to humankind.
Of course, Miss Preppy Girl would be wearing pink again. Santana just wished she had changed into her bikini too so she could flaunt her assets even more, instead of showing up in her red carpet outfit but she knew she still looked hot.
Brittany somehow was even more lovely up close in the daylight. She was the quintessential all American girl.
Santana couldn't help but notice the adorable freckles on her skin, the little line on the center of her lower lip that drove her insane and the slight pink flush to her cheeks from the sun that made her even cuter. Her fair, cornsilk hair and sky blue eyes were even more radiant in this light.
She reminded Santana of some kind of sexy mermaid when she was standing in front of the pool.
Brittany looked up at her, in the middle of getting something from the snack table and pursed her lips as if she was trying not to laugh, her eyes dancing with amusement when she saw Santana.
"Oh… I remember you."
Santana dipped her head, feeling a little embarrassed by the way Brittany was looking at her as if she could totally see through her "I'm so confident and badass" facade but covered it up by flirting harder.
"I definitely remember you, Gorgeous. You look so good."
"I know."
Santana smiled to herself. She loved a woman with confidence and when she noticed the way Brittany was totally feeling herself like she was in the club, glancing at her own reflection on any reflective surface. It only made her more into her.
"I'm sure you've heard of me already but I'm Santana Lopez. I'm kind of a big deal around here, just so you know, being super famous and all."
"Oh really? You are, huh?"
"You know, I'd love to take you out sometime." Santana tried to keep her eagerness out of her voice but probably failed because Brittany was smiling at her, rolling her eyes as she stretched casually.
Santana's gaze lingered on perfectly toned abs as they flexed and then drifted to the blonde's round ass as she bent over in front of her to pick up a gummy bear she had dropped. Santana's jaw dropped, wondering if she was imagining the seductive way the blonde did that.
"Who says I want someone?" Brittany quipped without missing a beat, walking away from a disoriented Santana with her head held high like a supermodel and another sassy hair flip.
That Little Miss Hard To Get act was just so hot, Santana couldn't help herself as she continued to flirt with her, only for Brittany to act all unimpressed everytime. How was she not impressed by Santana?
"Do those cheesy lines work on those kinda basic, plain girls you have sex with in the backseat of your car?" Was all the blonde murmured in response in her usual breezy, flippant way with her usual monotone voice. She even made her insults sound innocent and cute.
Damn, what more was it gonna take to get this girl to fall for her? She tried just about every move she had. Brittany was really making her work for it and it only made her more alluring.
Santana was practically panting and not from the summer heat as she trailed after her, her temperature running high whenever she thought about how hot Brittany was. Hell, she'd follow that blonde to the ends of the earth at this point. The view from behind was pretty great too.
Brittany laughed incredulously, finally whipping around to face her with sparkling, playful blue eyes. Her shoulders were shaking with laughter.
She crossed her arms, catching Santana in the middle of her trying to check out her ass again and pursing her lips as she tilted her head to the side.
"You're seriously still doing this?"
Maybe honesty was the way to go and hell, Santana was getting more desperate by the minute as they bantered.
So maybe she was being too much but something about this girl made her feel all jittery and the word vomit just started coming out before she could stop it as her cheeks flamed.
What came out did not sound very eloquent or smooth. Santana's voice even squeaked a few times. She was trembling like a teen girl with her first crush.
"Brittany, has anyone ever told you you're extremely hot? I mean, you have to know how gorgeous you are because from the moment I saw you, Babe, I said whoa, goddamn she is fine as fuck."
Brittany shook her head with another one of those amused and exasperated eye rolls of hers. She sashayed up to her with a twinkle in her eye and Santana's eyes went wide at their close proximity.
"Nuh uh. You," She husked into her ear and trailed her fingertips along her arm teasingly as Santana's stomach did somersaults. "Need to let it go."
"Whoa, wait. Babe, I just want to talk with you."
"Just talk with me?"
"Okay yeah, way more than that too."
"Charming."
"Come on, Brittany, please. What do you want me to do, beg on my knees?"
Santana was actually willing to do that at this point, her pride and dignity be damned.
The blonde made a scandalized sound that was somewhere in between a snort and a squeak as Santana said the last part.
She knew she was leering but she couldn't help it. At this point, Tina, Mike, Mercedes and the others were watching the whole scene play out and laughing at her. Who cared what those losers thought?
Santana just couldn't help staring at Brittany in that tiny bikini she was wearing and thinking the most indecent thoughts. She felt like she was on fire, the throbbing heat between her legs intensifying. Something about Brittany gave her the impression that the woman definitely knew what she was doing in bed.
When she stood in front of Brittany, blocking her way as they circled around the massive pool at Mike's mansion, the unfazed blonde gave her one little tap on the chest. It wasn't exactly a hard shove or even much of anything but it was enough that Santana lost balance on the very slippery surface by the edge. An undignified sound left her throat as she tumbled in.
Falling into Mike's pool like an idiot in front of the girl of her dreams wasn't really on her agenda and now she was flailing around, spitting out mouthfuls of chlorinated water while everyone else at the party was laughing loudly at her when they saw what had happened. Her immaculate hair, dress and makeup were now ruined.
"Oops! I guess you just needed to cool off." Brittany chirped with a cute little wave in her direction, slipping on a pair of massive, glittery pink Gucci cat eye sunglasses as she snapped her fingers and strutted away fiercely like if she was on the catwalk.
Santana couldn't take her eyes off of her. She was so hot she even made those weirdly shaped alien sunglasses look good.
"You're such a doofus, Santana. Seriously?" Mercedes shook her head, helping her out of the pool. Santana looked and felt like a cat getting forced into a bath as she splashed around pathetically.
At least she made Brittany laugh.
Santana kept mostly to herself after that incident, sulking in the corner as her ego had suffered a major blow and she was still trying to squeeze water out of her shoes. She was dripping everywhere and squeaking whenever she walked, so she wasn't exactly the life of the party.
She wasn't expecting the girl to approach her later that afternoon.
"Yes."
Santana stared up at her, bewildered.
"Yes what?"
"Yes, I'll go out with you." Brittany whispered, kissing her cheek sweetly and didn't give her any other explanation.
Santana heard angels singing, butterflies erupting in her stomach as she touched her hand to her face, rubbing the area where she was just kissed. She felt a little tingle. She tried to maintain her cool even though she wanted to dance around like an idiot and do cartwheels around the room.
Score.
Santana couldn't believe she was actually getting a date with her.
She had worked so hard for this, ignoring dry comments from Mercedes and Tina about how she was just lucky she didn't end up with a restraining order.
She picked Brittany up in her red Porsche and took her to the most expensive restaurant she could find, making sure to drive super fast and swerve through the lanes constantly to impress her.
She had presented Brittany with a bouquet of pink roses and she swore the blonde's eyes lit up like if she was about to fawn over them but then the girl coughed dramatically and told her she had an allergy to flowers. Santana cringed, feeling terribly guilty about her mistake but she was determined to make this the perfect date, in spite of that.
With Santana in her white mini dress that she knew looked amazing with her hair colour and complexion - she was definitely a winter - and Brittany in black, she thought they couldn't have complemented each other more perfectly.
Santana couldn't take her eyes off of her in her little black dress that showed off her tiny waist and curves. Brittany was just so ravishing. So elegant and sophisticated.
Santana started off by bragging about her reality show career.
She expected Brittany to be all wowed by this the way Madison and Lindsey and all the other hookup girls were whenever she boasted about stuff but she wasn't getting much of a reaction from her. She was just watching her with an unreadable look in those cat-like, pretty bright eyes and a half smile.
"So you're really arrogant, huh?"
Santana chuckled in what she hoped was a seductive way and made sure to give her most smouldering smile.
"Is that doing it for you, Babe?"
That earned her a sultry giggle from the blonde and when she felt Brittany's foot slide up her leg, Santana thought she had it made. Then she was fixing her with that mysterious laser blue stare of hers again and Santana swallowed nervously.
"Nope!" The blonde giggled cutely, popping the P and shook her head.
"No?"
Shot down in flames.
The dark-haired socialite was speechless but the way Brittany said it was so adorable with her twinkling eyes that she was lost in a trance.
Santana didn't know what to think when Brittany just stared blankly at the menu as if she had never seen a menu or heard of dim sum in her life.
Brittany this genuinely puzzled expression on her face as if she had presented her with a complex mathematical equation. Santana began to panic. How was she supposed to explain dim sum?
"Sorry. I never learned how to read a menu."
It turned out that Brittany was holding the menu upside down too which didn't help, although she seemed grateful when Santana flipped it around for her. She looked even more confused when Santana quietly told her what some of the items on the menu were.
Santana groaned inwardly, crossing her legs and squirming in her seat. God, that confused look of hers was so endearing.
Why were dumb girls so hot? Her bimbosexual awakening had started with Kelly Bundy, then there was Karen from Mean Girls and she was definitely picking up vibes that Brittany was on the same wavelength as those two.
It was all she could do to control her arousal.
"I think we'll have a bottle of wine for myself and the lady." Santana told the waiter smoothly.
"Oh, I think not. This lady wants a Shirley Temple." Brittany cut in as her date stared at her in astonishment but didn't argue.
"Uh, yes, Miss. O-of course." The confused young waiter nodded when Santana glared at him until he complied.
Whatever the ethereal goddess wanted, she'd get, as Santana saw it, however odd her requests were.
"Someone has a sweet tooth," Santana smirked, inching closer toward her. "It's adorable."
"Good because I want dessert right now."
"Huh?"
"Having meals in reverse order is one of my family's traditions." Brittany explained cheerily.
"Oh… um. I guess we can do that."
That was… unexpected. Santana had never met anyone like this girl before and she didn't even know how to make sense of it all but she was fascinating, even if she didn't say much about herself.
In the middle of dinner, Santana's head was in a daze as Brittany began weeping openly, dabbing at her eyes with her napkin out of nowhere. It actually broke Santana's heart to see the blonde in tears but she was also so bewildered because a second ago Brittany seemed all happy and air-headed in her usual way. Santana was under the impression that the date had been going smoothly.
Santana was by her side in an instant as all of the judgmental people around them began to stare at the dark-haired girl, giving her nasty looks as if she was the evil one who made the girl cry.
"Whoa, Brittany! Why are you crying? What happened?!"
"Sorry. It's just… my pussycat. I miss him so much. He's at home, alone, lonely tonight without his mommy to tuck him in beddy." Brittany said in a baby voice.
"Oh, um…" Santana was at a loss for words and just nodded as Brittany went on to gush about everything she loved about cats in great detail for the next five minutes then shed a few tears as she whimpered about her "son" Lord Tubbington again. She couldn't believe she was offering this to a woman, considering the very thought of having cat fur all over made her skin scrawl but Brittany was pouting and her eyes were welling up with tears. "We can um… we can go get him if you want. So he uh… doesn't have to be lonely."
Brittany's expression brightened and Santana knew she had made the right decision, however perplexing her dream girl was.
"Really? You'd do that for me?"
"Of course, anything for you."
"He's like our baby son." Brittany gushed and Santana swallowed nervously.
That was how Santana ended up driving around with a cat in her car for half the night. A morbidly obese tabby cat who absolutely detested Santana if the way he hissed and swatted at her when she came close was any indication.
Santana walked her to her door when it was over. She was dying to give her a goodnight kiss and yet again, the words kept coming out before she could stop them even though she was trying to be all smooth.
"Britt, I… That was amazing. I really like you."
The blonde stared at her and her lips parted as if in shock. She was silent for a long moment.
"You still like me, even after all of that?" Brittany asked incredulously. "I did everything to try to turn you off."
"Wait, you did?"
"I was so sure if nothing else, that date would scare you away."
"Scare me away? That was… the best date I've ever had." Santana admitted. Oddly enough, it was the truth even though nothing about it was conventional.
Now she felt like such a fool and it was breaking her heart to think Brittany just wanted to ditch her the whole time.
She hadn't realized how much she genuinely liked Brittany, as way more than another conquest. Sure, she could find tons of girls to sleep with but Brittany was way more than that and now the blonde might not even want to talk to her ever again. Oddly enough she wanted to learn everything about Brittany's strange family and cat and her other eccentric ways.
"So you really just wanted to get rid of me? I guess I really was an asshole to you."
Santana was about to walk away and mope when she felt arms around her shoulders and she gasped when sweet, soft lips were pressed against hers. Once she recovered, she kissed her back just as fiercely. Brittany really knew how to kiss and Santana's mind went blank when her lips parted for hers. Santana trembled in arousal, wanting more but Brittany eventually pulled back, pressing a finger to her pouty lips to stop her when Santana tried to kiss her again.
"Yeah, you're completely full of yourself and a total jerk…" Brittany told her with a laugh and Santana sighed, wincing. Then her next words made Santana's eyes go wide and her heart raced. "It turns me on so much. You were really cute at the club, trying so hard to chat me up even with those cringey pickup lines. Did you really think that was going to work?"
"Really? So that Miss Playing Hard To Get thing really is just an act?"
Brittany let her into her apartment, encouraging her to follow her upstairs with a coy smile. She was always such a tease. Santana couldn't get enough of it.
"Maybe. Come find out." The blonde husked.
Santana swallowed hard as Brittany began slowly stripping off her dress, revealing the sexiest light blue, lacy lingerie and expanses of pale, soft skin. Santana couldn't look away, entranced by her seduction and Brittany just winked at her with a little smirk as she slipped into the master bedroom with one last sultry glance at Santana.
Santana couldn't help what happened next.
One minute Brittany got her to sit on the edge of her bed so the blonde could give her the hottest lap dance of her life, her lips all over Santana's jawline and the next she was gasping and fisting at the sheets.
Brittany was grinding all over her, all flowing blonde hair and perfect curves. Her skin was so soft and she kept steering Santana's hands to where she wanted her to touch her, letting her hold her waist but shaking her head cutely and stopping her whenever Santana tried to touch her more than she was allowing her to.
That familiar pressure was building at the base of her spine. All she could focus on was Brittany's lithe, curvy body and the way those playful, upturned eyes were staring into hers. It was her hottest fantasy come to life.
"Oh- oh, Brittany!"
Sparks of pleasure raced up her spine and she couldn't stop the helpless moan she let out as Brittany's thigh pushed up against her core.
She couldn't believe she came so fast before they even got their clothes fully off.
This was pretty mortifying and she really hoped Brittany didn't notice… but blue eyes gleamed and Brittany giggled, glancing down at Santana's lap with her blonde eyebrows raised.
"Did you just?"
"N-no," She tried to clear her throat, completely out of breath as heat rose to her face. It was so difficult to keep herself composed. "Of course not."
Her legs were still shaking, her abs twitching and she felt really good but that was beside the point.
Brittany just giggled and pulled her into another searing kiss, touching her over the front of her panties and gasping when she felt how wet the now ruined slip of fabric was.
"Oh is that the effect I have on you? Like you can't hold back?" She hummed against Santana's ear and kissed her warm cheek as she grinned. "You're so wet. Why are you ashamed? That was so hot."
Santana's face couldn't have been any hotter.
"I didn't… I wasn't-" Santana gave up trying to argue at the knowing look the bubbly blonde was giving her. "I don't usually do that, okay?"
Brittany was just watching her the entire time she squirmed with great amusement.
"You are so cute." Brittany teased her, kissing and nipping her ear.
This was definitely not how this night was supposed to go. Santana was always in control. She just wanted to impress Brittany and show off her stamina. She wanted to be a sex goddess and totally rock Brittany's world.
Santana turned onto her side, embarrassed and keeping her arms crossed defensively as she didn't meet Brittany's eyes. Brittany just rested her head against her shoulder, kissing it.
"I like when you're an egomaniac… but you know what, I like when you're vulnerable too," Brittany whispered. "Like when you fell into the pool in front of everyone."
"Oh God. That was so cringe." Santana admitted and covered her face.
"Don't be so embarrassed. It was really cute," Brittany cupped her cheek, "It's adorable. Just like what happened just now. You don't always have to be perfect, you know. I like this side of you and you don't have to try so hard to impress me."
Santana's face softened and her shoulders relaxed, some of the tension leaving her. She couldn't believe Brittany actually liked her… even though she had done all of those embarrassing things. She felt giddy, caught up in her adoration of Brittany again. She took a deep breath.
"I really, really like you, Brittany." She blurted.
"Yeah. I got that." Brittany smirked teasingly, glancing pointedly at the area between Santana's legs again as the woman groaned weakly, wanting to hide her face again.
Brittany kissed her deeply and Santana soon became lost in the feeling of it. Before she knew what was happening, all of their clothes were coming off and Santana groaned at the feeling of bare skin against hers.
"Come here," Santana grunted and she was pleased when Brittany whimpered, submitting to her kiss and shivering beneath her as Santana rolled on top of her naked form. When she parted Brittany's thighs, she was so wet and glistening, which made Santana pretty smug. Santana needed to touch her so badly. "You have no idea how much I've wanted you."
"I think I have some idea." Brittany giggled. She moaned softly and closed her eyes when Santana pressed open-mouthed kisses to the delicate skin of her neck and finally slipped her hand between her thighs, pulling the prettiest sounds from the girl's throat as Brittany wrapped her arms around her neck and held her close.