Summary: The blonde dancer totally knew the effect she had on her. It was so easy to rile the dark-haired woman up and as she beckoned her closer with a finger, Santana kept gazing at her lips, making it so obvious what she wanted.
She leaned closer, knowing that Santana would feel her breathing against her neck and as she expected, there was a sharp, aroused intake of breath from the Latina.
She even closed her eyes, pursing her lips as if Brittany was going to kiss her.
As if.
"My name is no. My sign is no. My number is no. You need to let it go."
Or
Brittany is tired of being taken advantage of by selfish, egotistical jerks, so she makes a plan with her friend Tina that she can make some idiot fall for her and then ditch them after she has had her fun. Her plans backfire when she's swept off her feet by arrogant yet surprisingly sweet celebrity Santana Lopez.
A/N: I always associate Brittana with hearts and Valentine's Day somehow so this is their season for me.
This story is dedicated to the wonderful Aquarius, MelancholyDreamer. Happy Birthday! There is no one in the universe I trust to understand Brittany's character better than you do.
If you want to get a better understanding of this fic, I'd recommend checking out my other fic "My Name is No (You Need to Let it Go) - chapter 3 of this anthology. For a while now, I've been tossing around this idea in my head about what it would be like to have the same story as MNIN but from Brittany's POV instead.
As much as I enjoy her being mostly a mystery in that story, I couldn't help but wonder, wouldn't it be interesting to see more about how she thinks and what she's going through during the events of that story?
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or anything associated with Glee or any of the songs mentioned in this fic. This story is for entertainment only. No profit is being made.
Without further ado, here is the counterpart to My Name is No from Brittany's POV.
Brittany had just about had enough of fuckboys and fuckgirls.
There she was, sitting alone in a crummy little diner, all by her lonesome on Saturday night, her date nowhere to be found. Being the only hot, young blonde in fishnets, heels so high she was close to God, and a skirt so short it was probably illegal while surrounded by desperate bikers and hicks who licked their lips as they leered at her should have made her feel like she was walking through the valley of the shadow of death. Or maybe she should have felt the way those fish in her dad's aquarium felt that time Lord Tubbington took up scuba diving as his new hobby.
Instead, Brittany was unfazed. As she water-skied down the highway of life, she had seen it all.
That one old Dolly Parton song her mother and Grandma Rose from St. Olaf used to like so much was playing in the background now. It made her pretty nostalgic for the good old days in the Pierce house. Sometimes Brittany felt this one should have been the soundtrack to her life, if she ever had to choose a replacement for Candy by Cameo.
Don't try to cry your way out of this
Don't try to lie or I'll catch you in it
Don't try to make me feel sorry for you
Just because I'm blonde
Don't think I'm dumb
Cause this dumb blonde ain't nobody's fool
When you left you thought I'd sit
An' you thought I'd wait
An' you thought I'd cry
You called me a dumb blonde
Ah, but somehow I lived through it
And you know if there's one thing this blonde has learned
Blondes have more fun
There was nothing Brittany loved more than sex and she knew she was the best. Hoeing was her hobby. If there were competitions for this, she would have won the Olympic Gold medal. In fact, she had won the kissing competition in Lima five years in a row easily, if that meant anything.
Sure fuckboys and fuckgirls were kinda fun, especially when she got them in bed for the fucking part of things but a girl needed some romance in her life too.
After the first few times, she was over them. No one could hold her interest and it seemed like she never held theirs. To them, she was always just stupid bimbo slut Brittany. Good for an easy lay but not for a relationship.
Sure she knew she was hot but Brittany was beginning to wonder why she was never the girl who got flowers or love confessions and marriage proposals made to her. She was never the girl who got her happily ever after.
All she wanted was a cowboy to ride her off into the sunset.
"Tina, he just left me," She sobbed into the phone as she heard Mike muttering something to his girlfriend in the background that vaguely sounded like him asking where Brittany was. "I'm at the Little Alien Inn!"
So now she was crying because she got ditched again.
"Bad bitches don't cry."
At least, that was what Tina told her when she and Mike stopped by to take her home but Brittany wasn't so sure she was a bad bitch at that moment.
Mike and Tina each grabbed one of her arms, all about dragging her out of the diner in her bra and skirt when she had started to take off her clothes and perform a strip show on top of a table as she often did.
"You must think I'm such a mess." Brittany sobbed, mascara running down her cheeks. Tina and Mike who were accustomed to picking up Brittany from sleazy bars and motels weren't particularly surprised by any of this.
"Oh Britt, it's not you. It's that vile idiot. You don't need any of them! Just be your hot girl self. You're an independent woman who don't need no man or woman! Hot girl summer and all that."
Brittany wasn't so sure about that at the moment. She felt like a codependent woman who was very much in need of a man or woman.
"Maybe Room Temperature Girl Summer?"
Tina shook her head, a long-suffering expression on her face, snorting out an incredulous, unladylike laugh as she passed another tissue to the blonde. She was so accustomed to Brittany's oddball personality that she had come to expect comments like that from her. Apparently noticing that her tall, blonde friend was moping the night away on their couch with a pout on her face, she took pity on her.
"Here's an idea: make a game out of it. Make some fuckboy go all crazy for you next time and then you ditch them when you've had your fun and laugh in their face."
"Oh this, I'd pay to see." Mike chimed in from across the room.
A mischievous smile tugged at the corners of Brittany's lips as she thought her friends were making a good point.
That night, something hardened inside of her and changed for her.
Tina was right, it was time she had some more self-respect and Brittany began to realize how much more she was worth than just a quick lay in the backseat of someone's car until they moved on to the next girl.
She got her confidence back pretty quickly because if there was one thing about Brittany it was that she didn't stay depressed for long.
So the next week she was slinking around The Pussy Cat with feline-like confidence and agility, ignoring the men who gawked at her, hissing and cat-calling as she passed by. She didn't have a care in the world.
Who cared about girlfriends and boyfriends? She was just there to have fun with her friends. So that's what she was going to do.
She was having such a great time that she really did forget about her troubles.
Then she felt her burning gaze on her from across the room. The stranger in question was a Latina with black hair, equally dark eyes, glowing dark skin, and a very slim but toned build. Her long hair fell in perfectly tousled dark waves.
She didn't take her eyes off of Brittany once and had her jaw dropped as she took in the sight of the blonde. The blonde had never seen such a clear demonstration of "undressing someone with your eyes" in action.
Brittany couldn't deny that the woman had this powerful, commanding aura about her.
She paid absolutely no mind to it, humming to herself as she twirled around and rolled her body perfectly in time with the beat. Then she sauntered back to her friends, giggling to herself as she thought of something her cat had done the night before.
Sugar tapped her on the shoulder.
"Oh Britt, you've got another admirer. That one is checking you out so hard. She looks like she's drooling. I can see her boner from over here… "
Brittany's friends began to snicker obnoxiously. The blonde smirked and shrugged. It was super obvious that the painfully horny brunette was checking her out the entire time, muttering "Humina, humina," but Brittany wasn't bothered one way or another.
"Oh, okay. I just want to dance."
Tina, Sugar, Marley, and the others were gawking at her. Sugar eventually piped up.
"Don't you know who that is?! It's Santana Lopez."
"Who?"
"Brittany! How do you not know? She's a celebrity! She was on Bad Girls Club."
"Oh."
"She's openly lesbian too."
"No duh. I could tell," Brittany stated dryly, remembering how that woman had stared at her legs and ass. Come to think of it, Santana was still doing that. Brittany shook her head, rolling her eyes fondly at her friend. Sugar was always trying to matchmake her with someone and that girl knew everything about celebrities. She looked down at her nails, inspecting the pale pink polish on them while she knew Santana was checking her out again. "Uh, whatever. So not interested."
She definitely wasn't looking for anyone that night but if she managed to torment them, then that was a bonus. Men and some women always seemed to assume that if Brittany was dancing, it meant she was looking for a partner.
"What's all that noise?" Brittany spoke up, hearing a bit of a commotion. "It's kind of annoying."
It turned out that the woman who had been checking her out was being totally loud and obnoxious now. She laughed really loudly, banging her fist on the table and being a total show-off. She threw back drinks until she was visibly red in the face. Then she started to sing as she got up on the table, drawing a crowd until some short woman with a serious expression pulled her back down before she embarrassed herself. She clearly thought she was so desirable and hot.
She probably thought that Brittany didn't notice how she kept sneaking glances in her direction. A sly smirk came to Brittany's lips. This woman was such a goofy dork and she was extremely obvious. Brittany had never seen someone who tried so, so hard and was so painfully lacking in self-awareness.
It was almost cute.
Brittany knew this woman's type just from looking at her. She was also a little psychic.
She could tell this stranger was such a stereotypical arrogant womanizer with an ego the size of a small planet and thought of women as nothing more than warm bodies. She was so vain, she probably looked at herself in every reflective surface she passed. She was so selfish and spoiled that she thought the world revolved around her.
She was totally Brittany's type.
She didn't need her though. She was done with playboys forever.
At least that's what she told herself when she followed her friends over to the bar. She taken a few sips from the strawberry daiquiri in her hand when she began to blink in confusion as a margarita was placed in front of her.
"It's from that lady over there. She sent this and she asked me to tell you that you're stunning."
"Aw, that's sweet. Tell her I'm so not interested." Brittany quipped with a sassy flip of her long wavy hair.
Brittany glanced over her shoulder to see Santana waving and giving her this smug smile that made these stupid, cute dimples deepen on both of her cheeks.
Tina and her other friends were just watching her with amusement as Brittany continued to ignore Santana. All of her friends clearly found this so hilarious, though they were supporting her in her decision to completely ignore all the perverts and fuckboys who were trying to get her.
"Wow, Santana's really going for it. Looks like someone's dying for your attention." Mike chuckled.
"Ugh, here we go. I so don't care. She's just horny. Why do they always see a woman sitting alone and assume she wants a companion?" The sass was dripping from Brittany's voice as she tossed her hair back over her shoulder and curled her lip, ignoring the drink Santana sent her. "Newsflash, no thanks."
Santana kept giving her the eye no matter how much Brittany made it clear that she wasn't going to fall into her arms. Ugh, Brittany rolled her eyes with exasperation and amusement, couldn't Ms. Egotistical take a hint?
Apparently not.
"Oh don't look now, here she comes. She got it bad." Sugar snorted as everyone began to chuckle at the sight of Santana Lopez swaggering over with her shoulders thrown back.
Brittany had to hand it to her, the woman was the only one who had been brave enough to approach her like this all night.
Too bad the blonde was so not in the mood.
Brittany was feeling bitchy. She knew the routine by now. They all wanted to know her name, her number, her sign… Brittany was curious about whatever sleazy pick-up line Ms. Arrogant was going to give her and she didn't disappoint.
Santana had this stupid, cute cheesy smirk on her face and her teeth were gleaming white.
She was so typical Hollywood sleaze.
"Hi. You're gorgeous," Okay, she was starting off being a little charming with that opening line, Brittany had to admit but she just knew the sleaze would be coming next. "Dayum, Girl. Where'd you learn to dance like that? Who you dancing like that for looking all hot like that?"
Not for you, Jerk :) That's for sure.
"What I want to know is, what time them legs open?"
Like I haven't heard that one a million times before…
It was so lame. Even though she was in stunned disbelief, Brittany couldn't help but notice Santana now and she gave it back to her with a sassy comeback of her own.
"Oh, is that supposed to be a pick up line?"
Brittany was beginning to wonder if Santana had ever actually flirted with a woman before, far less managed to pick up one. There was a flash of lust in her dark eyes when Brittany said that and she looked as if she was about to combust on the spot.
"So, you know, I'm on top of things. Would you like to be one of them?"
Brittany could barely hold back her laugh, cupping a hand over her mouth as she rolled her eyes. Santana continued to puff up her chest and peacock around her, as if she expected Brittany to be totally impressed.
"Ooo, is it hot in here, or is it just you?"
She could not be for real. This was the great, powerful celebrity Santana Lopez her friends were in awe of? She really thought she was charming the dress off of Brittany with those corny lines.
Brittany couldn't wait to tell Tina about this later. She knew her friend would be laughing about it forever.
"Ooo, I'm in trouble."
Santana as always, was unfazed by Brittany's ice cold, dismissive attitude. The preppy blonde decided to tease her even more, getting close and poking her finger into Santana's chest confidently. Brittany couldn't deny that the way Santana's eyebrows rose and her lips parted as if she was flustered by the blonde invading her personal space amused her to no end.
"Oh that's how it is, huh? What's your name, Pretty Girl?"
Anytime Brittany was snippy towards her, the woman looked at her with obvious arousal written all over her face. She was pushing back her dark hair, trying so, so hard to look all cool and suave but she had this stupid, goofy look of excitement on her face that made it difficult for Brittany not to start giggling. She had to cover her hand over her mouth as she laughed in her face.
The more Brittany acted all aloof and mysterious, the more she turned on Ms. Egomaniac. She swore she saw the woman clenching her thighs together when Brittany gave another sassy response to her.
Brittany had been one of the most popular cheerleaders at school and homecoming queen. She knew how to handle vain, uncouth Santana Lopez types.
Except she had never met anyone quite as hot as Santana before.
Now that she was so physically close to Santana, she couldn't stop herself from checking the girl out, noticing that she was slightly shorter than her with a toned, slim build that the simple black dress she was wearing displayed so well. Brittany couldn't help but notice the slight muscle tone in her arms and how radiant her brown skin was.
Santana gave her another smug look, as if she could tell that Brittany liked what she saw. Whatever. If she thought Brittany was just going to give in to her, she had another thing coming.
If there was one thing Brittany knew, it was flirting.
She learned it straight from her blonde, buxom mother, the original harlot and heartbreaker of Lima in her day before she had settled down. If she wanted to, she could get this girl into bed, easy as ABC.
Brittany didn't even have to try and that's exactly why she wasn't gonna let her get what she wanted so easily.
The blonde dancer totally knew the effect she had on her. It was so easy to rile the dark-haired woman up and as she beckoned her closer with a finger, Santana kept gazing at her lips, making it so obvious what she wanted.
She leaned closer, knowing that Santana would feel her breathing against her neck and as she expected, there was a sharp, aroused intake of breath from the Latina.
She even closed her eyes, pursing her lips as if Brittany was going to kiss her.
As if.
"My name is no. My sign is no. My number is no. You need to let it go."
She couldn't stop giggling at the sight of Santana frozen in place with her lips sticking out, clearly not expecting this turn of events as Brittany just sang that song to her.
No kisses for you, Hot Shot, She smiled to herself.
Talk about embarrassing. How was Ms. Big Shot Movie Star ever gonna recover from that one?
Brittany was a professional dancer and she could easily outdo everyone in the club but that didn't seem to stop Santana from trying to keep up with her. She began to dance beside her energetically as Temperature by Sean Paul played.
"You're cocky. That's how you dance?" Brittany was in stunned disbelief yet again, amused by the way Santana was being so ridiculous. She was clearly trying so hard to impress her and it was having the opposite effect. Santana was being such a clown and people around them were starting to give them strange looks.
"You like that, huh, Babe?" The woman was all up on her, her arm settling around her waist as she husked into her ear. "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."
Santana's voice was so hazy and raspy. Brittany felt heat rush to her face, right up her neck to her ears, shocked by what she heard… and kind of intrigued. Santana couldn't really think Brittany would give in just from that locker room talk. She didn't want Santana to see how affected she was by her comment but of course, Santana saw everything.
Apparently the woman noticed the blush on Brittany's face too and she was amused.
"Is that so?" She challenged, making sure to flutter her eyelashes.
"You bet. I think we should get to know each other better. Preferably with way less clothes on."
Was that the best Santana had?
"Hmm, oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you? What else?"
"Roses are red, violets are fine. You be a six and I'll be a nine."
Santana might have been the funniest person to ever exist. She couldn't be for real.
"Mm hm. Is that all?"
The celebrity began to tell her all about what she wanted to do with her when she got her in bed, making her appreciation for Brittany's ass obvious. She wasn't expecting her to grind up on her like that. The feeling of Santana's hips moving against hers and her husky voice against her ear made it kind of hard for her to remember that she wasn't supposed to give in to her.
She was such a horny jerk and Brittany's jaw dropped in disbelief at how crude she was being as the blush in her cheeks intensified.
Santana was just a little too excited, acting as if she was entitled to getting into Brittany's pants and that just wouldn't do. At least not until Brittany was ready for that. If she decided she wanted her. Brittany was gonna have to remind her to back off a little until she wined and dined her enough - if Brittany deigned to allow her to.
She wagged a finger.
"Nuh uh. I don't think so."
She needed to extract herself from Santana's arms. So she raised her knee the way she saw on a TV show about women defending themselves from muggers and got her right up in the area between her legs.
Not in a fun way either.
Santana's eyes went comically wide in stunned disbelief and she took a tumble on her ass.
"Did I do that? Oops! My Bad!" She giggled with faux-innocence, not meaning a word of it.
Brittany walked back over to her friends victoriously as they clapped and cheered for her. In fact, almost the entire club had stopped to watch the whole spectacle as Santana struggled to regain her dignity.
"Brittany, I am so proud of you. You are the ultimate boss, oh my God!" Tina congratulated her then turned back to her phone. "Santana Lopez getting clamslammed and kneed right in the vagina by a mystery woman is already trending on Twitter."
"You're not leaving with her?" Sugar looked shocked when the blonde waltzed over, making her exit. Brittany not going home with someone, especially someone like Santana, was about as rare as a blue moon. "This never happens. She's just your type. She's rich, super famous, good-looking, shallow, dumb…"
"Not really. She's gonna have to try harder if she wants all of this." Brittany flipped her hair over her shoulder with complete confidence and sass, gesturing to the curves of her body. She knew Santana could hear her. Santana blinked at her stupidly a few times, apparently disoriented by her hotness.
She turned just in time to see Santana limping over to her pathetically.
Brittany was confused. Why was Santana gazing at her in fascination, as if Brittany was the most gorgeous, entrancing being she had ever encountered even though her groin and ego were in a world of hurt?
"What's your name?"
Maybe it was because Santana was so cute but Brittany couldn't help but flirt a little despite herself. Maybe she didn't want their game to be over just yet. They were both sweaty and flushed, somewhat breathless from all the dancing.
"You need to let it go," She teased, watching Santana closely as the woman attempted to regain her composure and act like she was unaffected. "It's Brittany."
That would be far from the last she saw of Ms. Can't Take No For An Answer, even if she had humiliated her.
She had never met anyone quite as determined and persistent as Santana Lopez.
Apparently, when the Empress of the Universe wanted something, she always got her way and she wasn't accustomed to being told "No."
Apparently Santana was really into the whole prissy mean girl side of Brittany.
She was also the most obvious person on the face of the planet. Brittany snorted when Tina sent her a link to a new article. The headline was pretty interesting.
Santana Lopez Dedicates New Hit Single to Mystery Blonde - Who is "Brittany from The Pussy Cat?"
A video of her giving Santana a swift knee upward to the vaginal area had gone viral as well.
Even Santana's hardcore fans were amused by it all.
Brittany noticed that Santana had left a bunch of comments on her thirst traps, making it extremely clear what she thought of them. The internet was going crazy making fun of how lusty and obsessed Santana was being but that hadn't seemed to deter the woman either, despite Brittany ignoring all of her attempts to hit on her.
That Brittany S. Pierce must have some Grade A Prime Pussy for Santana to be simping this hard for her…
"Jesus Christ, the thirst," Tina chuckled as Mike, Marley and Sugar couldn't stop giggling beside her on the couch in the blonde's apartment when she showed them her phone screen. They read yet another private message the woman sent to Brittany that was strongly suggesting what she wanted to do with her. "Goddamn. She really wants you."
"She's just horny for me. She'll get over it."
I'm just another conquest for her…
"Be honest, do you think she's attractive?" Sugar asked, raising an eyebrow. "At all?"
She had watched all of Santana's scenes on Bad Girls Club several times, looked at a bunch of her magazine photoshoots - she figured she needed to do her research, after all - and she even loved her songs that flopped.
That didn't mean anything though. Santana Lopez was just a silly pompous rich girl just like the rest of them.
"I mean, if you're into the whole disgruntled, awkward cat aesthetic maybe. Her upper lip kinda reminds me of a duck." She deflected.
Everyone laughed as she said this.
"You definitely should stay away from her. I know Santana well and she's a total arrogant jerk. She thinks of women as disposable objects."
"Oh, is she?" Brittany snorted sarcastically. "That's a shocker. Don't worry, Tina, believe me you don't have to worry about me falling for her."
Brittany's apartment was so very pink and decorated in such an eccentric way that most people were a little taken aback when they walked in for the first time.
Eventually, her entire living space became crowded with bouquets of pink flowers Santana had sent to her address. She sent ridiculously expensive jewellery, chocolates, and dresses. Brittany didn't even know how she figured out all of Brittany's favourite colours and things like that but she wasn't about to get rid of them… she liked expensive gifts.
She never responded to any of Santana's gifts, knowing it would drive her insane. Santana got her number from Tina and Mike, who were their mutual friends. Truth be told, Tina had always found Santana annoying anyway and they were more like frenemies as that feeling was mutual, so she was happy to assist Brittany in her plan to troll Santana.
Brittany answered Santana's calls just enough to toy with her and keep her guessing, then ignored her whenever she felt like it.
It was all part of her plan.
"What am I supposed to do with all of this stuff?" The blonde whined half-heartedly as Lord Tubbington knocked over the growing pile of chocolate boxes.
"You could send it back if you really don't want it." Mike suggested with a shrug.
"I would… but pink diamonds are really nice," Brittany pouted. "I might need another dress too."
"This almost sounds like one of those sugar daddy type of situations," The man shook his head at her, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "I'm not surprised, since it's you after all."
"Except, she won't be getting any sugar." Britt winked. Tina smirked at her in agreement, giving her a high five.
"You are the queen of manipulation. You're really gonna get this woman to spend herself bankrupt, aren't you? Yes, Girl. I say, use all the power you have to your advantage. Stress that fuckgirl out. Make her work for it, Britt. Make her suffer!"
Sugar, Marley and Jake fell silent, taken aback by the short, gothic woman. Mike glanced over with a nervous expression as he heard Tina's words, followed by her evil cackle.
"You're torturing the shit out of her! I love it. Get it, Girl."
Brittany felt proud.
"Hey, if she wants all this she's gonna have to work for it."
"Hey, Britt, I think there's someone at your door. Must be another delivery from Ms. Egomaniac." Sugar chimed in.
The tall blonde just shrugged, traipsing over and eventually returning with a new parcel. Brittany blushed reddish pink up to her ears, gasping at a new, skimpy lingerie set that she unwrapped. She held up the light blue, lacy lingerie as her friends began to wolf whistle jokingly and some of them made gagging noises.
Against her better judgment, she answered Santana's call when that familiar number flashed on her phone a few minutes later.
"You've got a lot of nerve sending this," She sniffed, trying to sound bitchy and cold as she told her off. "Do you really think that's appropriate? You horny bastard."
Santana was laughing down the line. She was actually laughing, that cheeky bitch.
"You like it, Babe? Gonna put it on and model it just for me, Querida?"
"I am not your Querida."
She did like the lingerie a lot but Santana didn't need to know that. If her ego got any bigger it would probably explode.
She hung up before Santana could answer. Deep down, she knew Santana would love that response even more.
"I know that girl well. She's never going to back down. There's nothing Santana Lopez likes more than a challenge."
Tina's words repeated in her head. Little did most people know based on her calm and placid exterior, Brittany could be equally as persistent when she wanted to be.
Oh if a challenge is what she wants, I can definitely do that…
Mind games were always fun. Especially when she was the one who was really in control of them. Brittany knew she was playing games with Santana but apparently the Latina loved it just as much because she would just fall for it and join in just like a dance partner meeting her halfway everytime. Hook, line, and sprinkler… sinker?
Maybe that was why Brittany deliberately picked out the most revealing pink bikini she owned and strolled into Mike's next pool party with her head held high. She knew this look was going to drive Santana crazy. She'd heard from her friends that the actress was going to be on the guest list.
Mike's mansion was massive and luxurious but Tina had her say in the design so they had plenty of gothic-themed everything. Even the pool was painted red to kind of look like blood which scared Brittany a little whenever she saw it but that was typical of Tina.
Santana did a double take as soon as she saw her. Predictably, Santana was being all douchey and arrogant again, making it so obvious that she was trying to woo Brittany by showing off all her gold jewellery.
"Hi, Brittany."
"Oh… I remember you." She focused her laser-like blue gaze on her, looking into her eyes and Santana looked a little mortified, as if she was reliving the knee to the vag incident.
"I definitely remember you, Gorgeous. You look so good."
"I know."
Santana swallowed hard at this response, watching her lustfully.
"Oh, by the way, is your -" Brittany pointed in the direction of the woman's crotch teasingly. She couldn't resist taunting her a little more. "Still working? After, you know?"
"You're interested? Works just fine, Babe, if you want a test run sometime," Santana's full lips twisted into a smirk. "You know, I really like you. Really bummed me out that you left the club so early."
"Aw, really? That's too bad. Sorry!" Brittany chirped breezily, brushing her off and not meaning a word of it.
Santana really liked to brag. She was so clearly trying to impress her by telling her all about her music and her TV show career. Shania Twain must have written That Don't Impress Me Much for this girl. Or maybe You're So Vain would fit her better.
"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."
Brittany practically laughed in her face when she heard the arrogant tone.
"Oh really? You are, huh?
"You know, I'd love to take you out sometime." There was a trace of vulnerability in her voice and she sounded so eager that Brittany rolled her eyes, making a point of showing off her flat stomach and toned ass as she stretched lazily. Santana couldn't have sounded any more eager for a date with her if she tried.
Despite her being the celebrity worth millions, she was more like Brittany's fangirl than the other way around.
She saw the way Santana's jaw dropped when she bent over in front of her purposely to pick up a gummy bear she had dropped, knowing it would get her attention.
Of course Santana was staring at her ass.
"Who says I want someone?" She quipped and strutted away, leaving Santana standing there frozen with a dazed expression.
Santana was clearly astounded and highly intrigued by this, just as Brittany predicted she would be.
Even after she told Santana off, she was still chasing her, looking more turned on than Brittany had ever seen someone look in her entire life.
"You're seriously still doing this?"
"Brittany, has anyone ever told you you're extremely hot? I mean, you have to know how gorgeous you are because the moment I saw you, Babe, I said whoa, goddamn, she is fine as fuck."
She was so endearingly honest sometimes. It was almost cute.
"Nuh uh. You," She made sure to purr in her most seductive tone, grazing her skin with her fingertips as Santana practically melted in front of her. "Need to let it go."
Santana was hot on her heels as she skipped away after that.
"Whoa, wait. Babe, I just want to talk with you."
Oh, sure…
"Just talk with me?"
"Okay, yeah, way more than that too."
Oh, I bet you do…
"Charming."
Ugh, Santana was being such a horny beast and she needed to make it clear to her that she wasn't gonna get what she wanted. So maybe she sorta pushed Santana in the pool when she was being a little too much.
Though she was kind of intrigued about the whole Santana being on her knees for her concept that the Latina had suggested. It brought some pretty vivid imagery.
It didn't take much more than tapping her chest and she was so uncoordinated that she lost her balance on the slippery tiles. Brittany just felt like she needed to prove her point.
"Oops! I guess you just needed to cool off." She chirped in a cute little voice as Santana watched her with wide eyes, sputtering in the pool and all of the party guests burst out laughing.
Santana was totally dripping everywhere when she saw her… then again there was nothing new about that, Brittany smirked.
Surprisingly the actress didn't even throw a fit at Brittany embarrassing her, now for the second time, or for ruining her clothes.
Santana had a reputation for being unruly and difficult to work with. She was rude and bad tempered toward everyone else Brittany saw her interact with. She'd heard from Tina and Mike about how Santana had the reputation for yelling and being furious with anyone who so much as mildly pissed her off but yet she couldn't seem to ever get angry at Brittany.
Maybe Brittany was intrigued by that softer side of her… and she was the most hilarious sight emerging from the pool.
Darn it… why was Santana being a chaotic, pathetic human so attractive? Brittany had a weakness for pathetic women. Especially women with egos the size of Santana's.
She was the dorkiest womanizer she had ever met, that was for sure.
Maybe she was a little curious about whether Santana was as good in bed as her ego suggested.
She had definitely tried so hard to get her.
Besides, their little banter they had going was really fun.
So maybe that's why Brittany took pity on Miss Ego Trip and decided to go on that date she promised her.
Something about seeing her sitting all alone, soaking wet and sulking with such a moody teen girl type of facial expression, pulled on Brittany's heartstrings.
"Yes."
She leaned in close, pressing her lips to her cheek, ever so close to her lips. Santana looked astounded in an endearing way.
Brittany was gonna have to spell it out for her.
"Yes what?"
"Yes, I'll go out with you."
Santana looked up at her in awe, as if she couldn't quite believe her ears and Brittany slipped away mysteriously before she could ask her anything else.
She ran into Santana again at the next Mike Chang party. This time Brittany was wearing the skimpiest lilac dress she owned while Santana was in casual white shorts and a tank top instead of her typical red carpet attire.
Santana serenading her ridiculously in the middle of the party with a seductive cover of Robin Thicke's "When I Get You Alone" hadn't been part of her plan but Brittany should have seen this coming.
She was so ridiculous and so obvious. Everyone was staring at them and snickering as Brittany hid her face, trying to run from Santana's attempts at wooing her.
Except, despite pushing her away, the problem was that Brittany was noticing something she hadn't quite noticed before.
Oh, this was bad. Santana was cute. Really, really cute.
So maybe Brittany had a weakness for a walking chaotic human disaster with big dark, round soft eyes, high cheekbones, and her stupid duck lips and her stupid, round head and those perfect dimples.
There was something about that sculpted jawline and her little mouse ears and the stupid crinkles around her eyes and nose when she smiled. The more she sang with that low, raspy voice and looked at her with those stupid dark brown eyes the more Brittany tried to remember that she wasn't going to date her.
So what if Santana was really hot?
So maybe Brittany was curious about how those lips would feel against hers. Santana didn't need to know that yet though. She already had the biggest ego known to humankind.
Santana was all over her again, invading her personal space when it was over with that signature cocky expression on her face again. Brittany pretended to be all offended.
The truth was that she loved how confident and sexy Santana had been but she wasn't about to tell her that.
"Keep my toys in the drawer tonight?" She scoffed, acting appalled. "Is that any way for you to speak to a lady?"
Santana seemed to take that as a compliment.
"Oh, you were into it. Hot, right?"
"No, thank you!" Brittany flipped her hand sassily with another perfect hair toss. She had to bite back a smile. "I'm so not interested. Pervert!"
It was all a game and both of them were smiling when the blonde said this.
Maybe she was just a little interested. Santana's hot breaths fanning her neck as she came up close behind her made her knees tremble as Brittany kind of forgot what game she was supposed to be playing.
"Admit it, you love the attention from me."
Whoa, okay. Apparently Santana had a few moves of her own that Brittany hadn't known about in their banter. She was pretty suave and smooth right then and Brittany's heart was kind of fluttering as her face felt hot.
The worst part was that she knew Santana was absolutely right. No one had ever pursued her so confidently like this. No one had ever paid attention to Brittany like this.
No one had ever given her pure undivided attention and that low, raspy voice of hers was a little distracting.
"You love the chase." She countered with a smirk of her own that left Santana speechless.
"Santana is so into you!" Tina told her the obvious, her voice super loud as she stood beside Brittany and a few others by the bar. Everyone else looked over with interest and that was the intended effect. Brittany knew Tina was doing this on purpose as part of their plan to troll Santana and it was working so well.
"Aw," Brittany shrugged her shoulders, knowing she was being a little bitchy but relishing it as she fluttered her eyelashes with faux-innocence, looking down at her nails aloofly, pretending to be surprised by this revelation but uninterested. "Really? You think so? That's cute."
She didn't even make an effort to raise her voice but she could feel Santana listening in the entire time, her ears perked up and hanging on her every word. This was too fun.
"Cute?" Santana was chomping at the bit as she demanded that her exasperated-looking friends tell her what was being said. "She called me cute?! What did she just say?"
"She's all flustered and awkward like a dorky teen girl. It's kinda like when your friend's dorky little sibling has a crush on you, ya know? Cute like kittens and rainbows."
That was sure to be a blow to Ms. Ankle Biter's fragile ego.
As she predicted, Santana was fascinated, offended, and obsessed with figuring out what that was about. She pretty much blew up on her as soon as she got her alone. Brittany could practically see the smoke coming out of her ears.
"Cute? Ouch. As in adorable like some fluffy kitten? What? Like a fucking little sibling's best friend like I'm some baby?! I am not cute. Have you seen me? Have you heard me sing? I'm sexy. I am a ladykiller, Brittany."
"Huh, really? Did you say something?" Brittany pretended that she hadn't heard anything as she looked down at her phone. "There's someone else, sorry," She lied smoothly, "He's really hot. Athletic too and he's rich."
The look on Santana's face was the most comical thing Brittany had ever seen. She looked like she was about to run off crying like a moody teenage girl or a toddler who had just had their favourite toy taken away. Brittany bit her lip, almost feeling guilty.
"No way." She whined loudly.
"Yes."
"How much is he worth? Is he richer than me? Can he sing as well as me?" She demanded, at the blonde's heels. "Who?"
"He's um, a way better dancer."
"You're kidding. Who is it?"
"He's an intellectual."
Santana rolled her eyes, huffing and pressed her lips together.
"Oh big deal. I can be better for you."
"Aw, are you a little jealous? Uh oh, the green-eyed monster. He's no one you would know," She lied again with a little laugh, patting her on the shoulder as Santana sulked, crossing her arms over her chest. "It's flattering that you're my adorable little admirer though."
She knew it would drive Santana up the wall to hear that and her instincts turned out to be right.
"Hey, if you want to we can go upstairs right now and I'll show you I'm not some cute innocent fluffy bunny or whatever. I'll prove it right now, just give me five minutes alone with you."
"Uh huh. Sure, I bet."
"I'm way better than he is for you."
It was so amusing watching Santana being jealous of this imaginary guy.
"Sure, Ms. Possessive. Can you handle all this woman? I don't know, Santana. I saw you dancing that one time. Can you even multitask?"
So okay, Santana actually wasn't the worst dancer in the world by a long stretch, except when she was being a dork trying to show off at the club but Brittany loved teasing her and challenging her. Santana's reactions when she made her head spin always made it worth it. She fell for it every single time.
"Brittany!" Santana whined and it took everything in Brittany not to kiss her when she heard her voice go up an octave. "You're so distracting… and I really want you, okay?"
"You do?" Brittany gasped, as if astonished by this fact. "Really? I never would have guessed."
"I mean, don't get me wrong, it's not that I need a girlfriend or anything like that, like some dumb romantic fool," Santana went back to pretending to be cool, leaning against the nearest wall and attempting to feign calm disinterest. "That would be pathetic. It's not like I'm desperate to get you in bed or anything because I want your body that much."
Brittany glanced down and couldn't hold in the amused snort that left her as she pointed in the direction of the crotch area of the tight, white shorts Santana was wearing.
"Miss Lopez, you are incredibly wet right now."
"O-optical illusion." Santana squeaked, squeezing her legs together as she attempted to walk away with some of her dignity intact.
"By the way, just so you know, I don't actually have a boyfriend." Brittany winked as she skipped away. She didn't know why she said it but Santana's interest was piqued and that was so obvious.
She smiled at the text she got from Santana later that night.
So, about that date?
Her friends loved nothing more than having front row seats to the shenanigans between herself and Santana Lopez. Of course, they were teasing Brittany about it too.
What lengths was Santana prepared to go to just to get her in bed?
"That's the eternal question on everyone's mind, isn't it." Sugar mused out loud.
"She's dedicated. Girl sure has a one track mind. I'll give her that." Mike noted.
"Tragic. Too bad she's not gonna get it." Brittany hummed.
"You're really gonna go out with her on that date?" Tina looked up from her phone to ask her, her eyes glinting with curiosity. Brittany just groaned, nodding and grimaced. "Britt, I know she's a tool but it's not that big of a deal. It's just one date with her and you're gonna tease the hell out of her the whole time. "
"That's easy for you to say. At least you don't have to go out with Ms. In Love With Her Own Reflection who still uses 1980s pickup lines."
Her friend watched her in silence, making it obvious that she didn't quite believe Brittany despite what she was saying.
"So are you gonna finally admit how you really feel? What do you actually think of her? Let's be real, I know that look on your face and it's an I'm kind of getting feelings type of look."
"I'm just leading her on, Tina. You know that. Besides, she'd probably come in her pants if I kissed her once," Brittany shrugged, shaking her head and deflecting from the question with her jokes. "I can just tell."
So maybe she'd also had a few X-rated thoughts about Ms. Lopez but that didn't mean anything.
"We kinda had a feeling you two might like each other," Mike smirked "You're just each other's type."
"How come you didn't introduce them before? They're literally perfect for each other." Sugar gushed as Brittany groaned again in exasperation, hiding her face behind her hands. Sugar just wasn't getting it.
"I can't believe you guys are being like this. She's such a jerkface."
"We thought it would be funnier to see how they came together on their own and we were right. Watching the whole drama unfold in unexpected ways is even more entertaining." The tall male dancer explained.
"That is so typical of you." Brittany shook her head in fond exasperation at her friends.
Brittany hadn't even realized that it was such serious business in the eyes of the world for her to be "dating" celebrity Santana Lopez - at least the way the media saw it - until she got accosted by some homely blonde bitch when she was on her way out of the store while dodging paparazzi who were asking her things like how did she meet her "girlfriend" and when were they planning to get married.
It was that bitchy Madison girl with the bleached blonde hair who was always snooping around Santana.
Not that she kept tabs on the girls Santana slept with or anything.
She tried to ignore the little uncomfortable feeling that settled in her stomach at the thought of Santana bantering with her and then probably sleeping with this other girl, or maybe other women as well. It wasn't as if she had any claim to Santana. She wasn't the jealous type and it was the first time she had felt this uneasy, insecure feeling.
Madison was blocking her way, eyeing her with some obvious hostility.
She hadn't realized that she was going to have Santana's side chicks trying to pick catfights with her.
Brittany was a lover, not a fighter.
"I don't see why Santana wants you. You're just a no good white trash whore from nowhere." The basic girl mumbled snappishly. Brittany was unbothered, pursing her lips as she stood her ground.
"Maybe she's into that. I mean that's why she was into you, probably."
With that, Brittany strutted away briskly, hearing the gasp of the offended girl but ignoring her.
When she got home, she tumbled onto her bed face first with relief, sighing as she looked through her text messages and saw a note from Santana mentioning what time she'd pick her up. She lay beside her obese tabby cat, gently stroking his head as he meowed at her in greeting.
"Lord Tubbington, what should we do to torture Santana on my date? You gonna help me out this time?"
He meowed monotonously again in response, his tail flipping.
"Yeah, you're right. I'm being silly for actually looking forward to seeing her again, aren't I?"
It was stupid how her heart was fluttering a little when she thought about that dumb girl and even stupider how relieved she felt when she saw that Santana was still interested in their date. She shook her head, mentally chastizing herself.
She should be dreading this. A few days ago she had been dreading it. Besides, there was no point catching feelings for someone who was just going to use her.
Playing mind games on Miss Egotistical was pretty fun. If she wanted a date, Brittany was going to give her one she'd never forget.
There was no way she'd still want the blonde after this date from hell she had planned for her.
Operation: Torment Santana Lopez Even More was ready to commence. Her other tactics to turn her off hadn't worked somehow. Now it was time to bring out the big guns.
There was a slight hiccup in her plan. She wasn't counting on romance. She wasn't counting on Santana bringing her flowers. She had never had anyone bring her flowers like that to a date before and hand them to her. It made her feel special.
Santana's eyes trailed over Brittany's form, clearly pleased by what you saw. From the moment she arrived at Brittany's door to pick her up, she looked like she was on top of the world, the proud grin never leaving her face.
"You are so stunning in that dress. These are for you, Beautiful."
Brittany's lips parted, her heart beating faster as she momentarily melted from the romance of it all and how sweet Santana was being. The worst part of it was how genuine Santana sounded, as if she actually wanted to make Brittany feel special by handing the bouquet of pink roses - her favourite flowers - to her.
Then she remembered she was supposed to be torturing her.
"Oh um," Brittany fake-coughed loudly, pretending to have a dramatic fit as Santana watched with growing concern. "Oh no, I can't take this, I'm so sorry, I'm allergic to flowers!"
"Oh…" Santana's face fell as she threw the flowers aside roughly, rushing to Brittany's side. She looked mortified about messing up their date already. "Oh, oh my God, I'm so, so sorry, Brittany. I didn't mean to -"
"I think I'm getting h-hives. I'm gonna pass out!"
"Oh no, I feel so guilty about this. Is there anything I can do to help?"
"I feel weak. I need you to carry me!"
Brittany just had to see how she was going to react to this.
"O-of course. Anything you want, Beautiful."
Sure enough, she got Santana Lopez to somehow lift her out to her car, panting the entire time and visibly struggling as Brittany struggled to hold back laughter. She almost dropped her several times.
It was actually kind of hot when she did manage to lift her.
Santana took her to her douchebag car and drove like a maniac as Brittany held on for dear life.
This date was gonna be easy. Brittany knew how to play the total bimbo and weirdo. Those were already her basic personality traits and they seemed to put off a lot of her previous dates. She'd just have to play them up to an extreme just to drive Santana insane. This had to be the best way to annoy her and turn her off of Brittany, even if nothing else worked.
"Oh, turn it back, I love that song!"
"Really?"
Santana looked over at her, eyebrows raised and a confused frown on her face. She did as Brittany asked and the blonde began to sing Aqua's Barbie Girl, turning up the volume of the music.
Santana didn't seem too happy about this.
"I know right? Isn't this the best song ever? C'mon, sing with me!" She urged her, as Santana looked horrified. The dark-haired girl eventually attempted to mumble the lyrics along with Brittany when she saw how into the song the blonde was getting.
When the song was over, Santana looked so relieved. Brittany hid a smile behind her hand. She noticed Santana leaning closer and her wandering hand making its way to the blonde's leg. She really thought she was being sneaky.
"Nuh uh. So, just so you know, I never put out on a first date." Brittany giggled, gently pushing off Santana's hand that had started to creep up her thigh. It was a total lie but she wondered how Santana would react. Unexpectedly, Santana seemed undeterred. The actress laughed awkwardly.
"What, you thought I just wanted to get into your pants?"
Brittany gave her a long, skeptical look as the woman squirmed.
She hadn't counted on the aroused looks Santana kept giving her whenever she acted like a complete bimbo. She was patient with her, explaining everything even though Brittany was totally embarrassing her in this fancy restaurant. In fact, the more Brittany said dumb things, the more Santana gazed at her lustfully.
It wasn't a complete lie since Brittany did actually find menus confusing but most of the time her dates were exasperated when she told them that. Santana was the first to ever look intrigued by it.
So much for being able to turn her off by being dumb.
Brittany knew this called for more drastic measures.
She almost… key word, almost felt a little sorry for Santana at the heartbroken look she gave her when Brittany started fake crying about her cat in the middle of the date.
Brittany couldn't believe this woman not only took her back to her apartment to allow her to pick up the cat but was actually allowing her to take said cat around on their date even though Lord Tubbington kept hissing and clawing at her whenever she got near him.
Oh Lord Tubbington you are in finest form… Brittany thought proudly. He was doing exactly as they had planned to scare Santana off.
"You know, when - oops - I mean if we ever have a baby, he would be just like this." Brittany fluttered her eyelashes as she scooped up the gray tabby and cuddled him, using baby talk with him.
As she expected, Santana looked pale-faced, shrinking into her seat.
"B-baby?"
Brittany nodded enthusiastically as Santana stiffened. Oh she's gonna be so terrified…
"Or maybe we could adopt ten cats together. That would be so romantic."
"Um yeah, sure. L-let's think about that some more, Britt."
Brittany smirked to herself as Santana continued to have that deer caught in the headlights expression as if she was internally freaking out at the thought of babies and cats.
When the date was over and they got back to her building, Santana looked like she wanted to kiss her but she surprisingly didn't force it, or even try to get Brittany into bed. That alone was shocking. She was so sure Santana was gonna be a total sleaze and try to feel her up.
Brittany felt strangely… disappointed that her plan to turn her off might have actually worked.
Then Santana gave her this loving look that took her breath away.
"Britt, I… That was amazing. I really like you."
No way.
She actually liked her? Why did she have to sound so cute and honest?
It was the last thing she had ever expected Santana to say, especially after all that.
"You still like me, even after all of that? I did everything to try to turn you off."
"Wait, you did?"
Brittany held back a laugh at Santana's bewildered expression. She was so oblivious in an endearing way. She nodded.
"I was so sure if nothing else, that date would scare you away."
At least any other normal person would have run hard. Apparently Santana was anything but typical and she had other ideas. She sounded so adorably vulnerable when she spoke up again.
"Scare me away? That was… the best date I've ever had." Santana admitted.
Oddly enough, Brittany believed her.
Deep down she had always assumed that Santana would lose interest in her or give up on her, just like every other one of her dates did. That's why she didn't want to allow herself to fall for her.
Then the realization hit her. Santana was different to every other womanizer and playa she had been with. Santana actually liked Brittany as a person.
She liked her even when she was at her weirdest, goofiest, and most bizarre. Even when she was trolling the hell out of her and playing mind games with her. Even when she wasn't putting out for her. She wasn't going to ditch her after one date.
No one had ever liked Brittany just for being Brittany before.
Brittany began to feel terribly guilty when she saw the dejected look on Santana's face. She had never seen her look so genuinely hurt and saddened.
The entire time Brittany thought she was trolling some asshole who wanted to use her for her body. Now, Brittany just felt like she was the real villain.
"So you really just wanted to get rid of me? I guess I really was an asshole to you." She gave Brittany one last apologetic glance before forcing her eyes away and focusing on her shoes instead. She looked humiliated.
She couldn't let her go. She didn't want what they had to be over. In the back of her mind, a little voice was telling her that a person who put up with all of the chaos she had just put her through and was good to her cat too was a keeper.
Maybe deep down she'd just wanted to test her, to see how hard Santana was willing to work to be with her and she had definitely stepped up to the challenge.
Brittany wanted to kiss that stupid cute, sad and confused look off of her face. So she did. Santana looked at her as if she had won the lottery when she pulled back from the kiss.
"You're stupid. I like that in a woman."
"Me too," Santana grinned stupidly and responded right away, not even offended. Then she gestured between herself and Brittany, confused. "But what was that for?"
"Yeah, you're completely full of yourself and a total jerk… It turns me on so much. You were really cute at the club, trying so hard to chat me up with those cringey pickup lines. Did you really think that was going to work?"
Santana's eyes were bright and hopeful again, her usual energy having returned.
"Really? So that Miss Playing Hard To Get thing really is just an act?"
Duh… I couldn't make it anymore obvious, Silly
She didn't say that out loud though. A girl had to keep some sense of mystery, after all. Instead, she decided to toy with Santana a little more and she could tell by that grin on the woman's face that she was loving it all.
"Maybe. Come find out." She husked, in her most seductive tone and was amused by the way Santana visibly melted when she said this.
The thing about Santana was that she was really, really cute. Too cute for her own good.
She had an orgasm before they even got her clothes off in the middle of Brittany giving her a lap dance while wearing that same light blue lingerie she bought her.
"Come here," Santana eventually growled, when she got tired of Brittany's teasing about it and got on top of her, kissing down her neck heatedly. Brittany shivered at the feeling of Santana's heated skin finally pressed bare against hers. "You have no idea how much I've wanted you."
"I think I have some idea." She giggled but then she couldn't help but moan at what Santana was doing between her legs. Brittany eventually pulled away, slipping out of her arms.
"That's all you're gonna get," She teased, pulling back from another of Santana's forceful kisses and toying with her. "Good girl. You can look but you can't touch."
Of course, she didn't actually mean one word of that but the disappointed, bewildered expression on Santana's face made it worth it. She looked over at the blonde, devastated but still clearly so aroused.
"Huh?"
Brittany kissed the confused scowl off of her face and they felt each other up until Santana was panting into her mouth.
"Santana, you're gonna get my entire mattress wet."
Santana grunted something incoherent in response, attempting to glare in her direction but then moaned when Brittany's hand slipped between her legs.
"Huh, what was that? Or should I say, come again?" Brittany teased, noticing the comical strained, intense look of concentration on Santana's face. She mimicked her voice. "Oh oh Brittany."
Santana squirmed, narrowing her eyes at her warningly when she stopped moving her hand and focused on kissing Santana's chest instead. Santana was frustrated and impatient.
"Britt! S-stay focused."
"I can do two things at once. Can you? What happened to multitasking?"
Santana rose to the challenge and flipped them over, silencing Brittany by covering her mouth with hers and the blonde kind of forgot how to breathe when Santana was inside of her, entering her with three fingers.
Oh… This was new. She knew how to turn Santana on but she hadn't expected her to be able to make her feel the same level of urgency. Her whole mean, aloof girl façade was kind of crumbling.
Santana made her feel so warm, inside and out.
It was kind of hard to think about teasing Santana Lopez when she was making sweet love to her so well. It was hard to remember who had who wrapped around whose finger when Santana was doing that thing with her fingers.
Apparently, Santana had a few surprises of her own.
She always knew Santana was into her. If the woman's lust for her was anymore obvious it would be written on billboards everywhere or in giant neon lights around town. She never imagined that if Santana actually got her in bed it would feel like this.
She hadn't expected the way she'd be feeling just as turned on for her, that she'd need to feel her touch and her lips against her this badly - that she'd love the feeling of smooth, heated skin and full lips against hers.
"Oh, Santana."
That actually felt really good… Brittany gripped onto Santana's shoulders, shivering through a moan.
Brittany basically knew how Santana would be in bed just by looking at her. Forceful and probably a little too fast, a little too rough and impatient. Traditional. The only thing that surprised Brittany was how much she was enjoying all of it.
Brittany barely recognized the sounds that were leaving her mouth.
She melted when she saw how Santana was gazing at her like if she was seeing heaven open up before her. It made her feel like the most cherished, adored woman. It made her feel for the first time like she was someone's precious, delicate thing.
"I-I've never felt like this." She admitted before she could stop herself in a much softer voice. Santana's dark eyes softened and she was frowning.
"I can't believe that. A girl like you? We're gonna have to change that," Santana husked. "You're so beautiful. You're precious to me. You deserve to be treated like a princess. I just want to take care of you."
"Oh…" Brittany was pretty sure the flush never left her face.
She had different moans depending on what Santana was doing to her. Brittany tightened her grip on Santana's shoulders, looking up at her and desperately trying to convey with the look she gave her that she should keep doing what she was doing.
"I'm not stopping," Santana chuckled, stroking her face gently and brushing off strands of her hair with tenderness. There was a softness in the way Santana touched her that Brittany hadn't expected. "Never."
Brittany fell apart in Santana's arms, clinging to her tightly and feeling loved in a way she had never experienced with anyone else.
Brittany woke up the next day, stretching and realizing how good every part of her felt despite the ache. She was naked and she knew what this feeling meant but she never usually felt this good and this… claimed. The blonde sat up, clutching the sheets to her front.
This was new territory for her and she was kind of nervous.
"Huh, where ya going?"
Brittany was stunned at the sound of Santana's sleepy mumbling as she stirred beside her. She was too damned cute when she was all groggy and blinking up at her with gentle dark eyes. She was so adorably silly and dumb with her head tilted to one side as she watched her from the other side of the bed.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Santana chuckled, gazing at her as if she was an angel. "You look beautiful."
Brittany felt flushed up to her ears again and she was sure Santana could tell, based on the amused, teasing glint in those brown eyes. Everything felt so relaxed and at ease with Santana, which was new to Brittany.
"You're still here?"
"Why wouldn't I be?" The Latina grinned, her arms settling around Brittany's slim waist as she urged her to get back into bed with her, peppering her face and neck with kisses. Brittany sighed, giving in.
She wasn't sure how Santana managed to get her back into her arms like this so easily again. A sudden shyness took over her. She could hear the insecurity in her own small voice as she whispered in between their kisses.
"It's just that no one ever usually stays… after."
Santana frowned, cocking her head to the side as she frowned and pressed her lips together, a perplexed look of annoyance on her face. She looked like she wanted to kill Brittany's past hookups.
"What? What's wrong with those losers? I love everything about you… I'd love it if you'd let me stay. Whoa, wait, why are you crying?"
She was actually crying a little from the emotions of it all, unlike the fake sobbing she had done on their date.
"I actually really like you too," Brittany admitted softly in that same shy voice, pulling Santana close as she touched her face, smoothing her hands over her cheekbones and jawline. It was rare for her to be this vulnerable. "Really, really like you."
"Is that so?" Santana kissed her cheek reassuringly with a happy smile when she heard this. She could feel her smile against her cheek. She hadn't expected Santana to be so soft and romantic like this with her. To comfort her and treat her like a princess. "I really like you too. You know, you're a pretty fascinating woman, Miss Pierce."
"Please, don't go."
Brittany hadn't realized she said it out loud. Santana cuddling and snuggling with her hadn't been part of her plan but the longer she held her, the more she realized how much she needed her warm arms around her.
"Who's going anywhere? I got you right where I want you… and I think you owe me a second date sometime."
Before Brittany knew it, they were tangled up in each other's arms again, Santana's hot lips sliding against hers and she was making her see stars all over again.
"Was it good?"
Brittany swatted her shoulder playfully after, pretending to be annoyed as she responded sarcastically.
"Really?"
"I haven't slept with anyone else since I met you, you know." Santana confessed and Brittany could tell she was being honest when she looked her in the eyes.
"Me neither." Brittany admitted softly, trailing her fingertips over Santana's bare shoulder then kissing it.
"I didn't want any of those other women anymore after I saw you that night when we met."
Santana was so unexpectedly sweet with her. It shocked Brittany a little everytime when she realized it.
The strangest part of it all was that Santana never got tired of her. She had breakfast in bed with her all the time, she laughed at all of Brittany's silly jokes, she wanted to watch her dance all the time.
Mike laughed when she told him the news that they had started dating, saying that he had won the bet he'd had with Tina that Brittany would eventually fall for Santana. Brittany didn't care about them making fun of her.
She was too in love to care.
After weeks turned into months of them dating, Brittany started to realize that they were never going to get tired of being with each other.
That was how Brittany S. Pierce finally got her happily ever after.
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