Summary: Santana and Brittany enjoy their first Valentine's Day as an official couple. Canon compliant-ish (References to Glee episode 3x13 Heart)
A/N: I always think of Valentine's Day as a super special day for Brittana so I couldn't resist writing a little fluffy ficlet for these two. This was actually written way back in 2021-2022. It's set during 3x13 Heart which is one of my favourite Brittana episodes and overall Glee episodes ever.
When Brittany opens her locker to find a single red rose, she assumes somehow the fairies who built their home in there must have left it by accident.
Confused, she tells Santana what she found and receives a knowing, playful glint from those dark, gorgeous eyes, full lips curving into a tiny, cheeky smirk that makes those cute crinkles by her eyes show. It's that proud, smug little Santana-esque look that Brittany always wants to kiss right off of her as soon as she sees it.
"Is that so, Beautiful? I think those fairies are smitten with you."
Brittany has never needed sweeping romantic gestures to know that Santana loves her but it doesn't stop her heart from beating a little faster every single time the girl pulls out all the stops to prove that she means the world to her. Brittany finds a single red rose in her locker everyday that week and treasures them all.
A lot of people don't realize that Santana Lopez is the most romantic person in the universe. At least when it comes to Brittany she is.
Brittany wants to return the favours and wow her girlfriend right back but she's so completely swept off of her feet that she's dizzy with it. She can't think of a single thing except Santana's devilish smile - her dark eyes that swim with mischief and adoration.
February has always been Brittany's favourite month. It's her birthday month, the month of her favourite holiday, and the month when she first met Santana one fateful, snowy day back in kindergarten. The only thing that was never so great about February was having to date everyone except the one person she wanted to date the most on Valentine's each year, until now.
Brittany has the fourteenth circled on her cat calendar, little red hearts drawn in marker all over it and her mom just smiles when she sees it, cheering for her because the only person who's more thrilled about her dating Santana other than the two of them is Whitney Pierce. The school bell rings on Wednesday and Santana runs up to Brittany in giddy excitement, not even bothering to hide the lovestruck look on her face.
Santana is irresistibly cute. That adjective isn't exactly how most people would describe the loud-mouthed girl but Brittany knows better.
She has always been cute but when she's all happy and proud and in love, it's the most adorable version of her Brittany has ever seen. Brittany reaches for Santana's hand but instead the darker-skinned girl drapes her arm around her girlfriend's waist in a possessive hold to make it clear who she belongs to, not even caring about who might be watching them as she leads the blonde to her messy car.
The way she holds her is so perfect, just a little territorial but gentle just the way Brittany likes. It's funny how she never had to tell Santana the right way to touch and kiss her - it was like she always knew. Oh wow… These days there are all these new little girlfriend gestures that she always dreamed of but never thought would be possible with Santana.
"V-Day movie night tonight at your place?" Santana asks hopefully.
"Of course. You bet," Brittany smiles sweetly into the kiss when Santana leans in to brush her lips against hers tenderly. "It's tradition."
The girl rushes to open the car door for Brittany.
"Chivalrous." The blonde quips and smirks as Santana's face darkens adorably with a blush but that proud little grin remains.
Brittany could practically jump Santana in the back seat, especially after that last gesture - it would be far from the first time she did that with her - but all of that can wait. Brittany knows Santana is trying her best to make this sentimental instead of a quick romp in the back of her car and she knows whatever they do together would be a helluva lot easier on her back if they move it to Brittany's bed.
Santana holds Brittany's hand for practically the entire car ride back to the Pierces' house and they both giggle.
Santana looks around for the ingredients and they end up making a huge batch of the heart-shaped cookies with pink and red icing that they make every year in Brittany's kitchen, with some help from Brittany's little sister. The cookies are super sweet just the way Brittany likes them but she likes that smitten, soft look Santana hasn't been able to keep off of her face all afternoon even better.
Of course, at the exact moment when Santana steals a kiss in the middle of them waiting on the second batch of cookies they've thrown into the oven, thinking no one can see them, Whitney and Stacy walk in again. Santana blushes visibly - Brittany can see the redness through her cheeks even though she always insists she doesn't blush. Brittany covers her own face with her hands and feels her own cheeks heat up, no doubt a shade of rosy pink since she blushes so easily with her paler than pale complexion.
She groans when Whitney lets out an "Oooo" and Stacy shrieks at the same time. Brittany's more interested in seeing her girlfriend's reaction. Santana doesn't pull away and that hand on Brittany's waist stays put. Brittany's so pleased.
This is new and exciting.
"Are you guys dating?" Stacy pipes up in an equally curious and grossed out way because Brittany's love life is always a source of fascination for her.
Whitney just winks, giving the couple a little smirk as the Pierce woman was the first to know but allows them to do the explaining as she busies herself in the kitchen.
"Yeah, Squirt. We are." Santana coughs awkwardly. She chances a shy look in Brittany's direction. They had discussed talking about them being a couple with Brittany's other relatives and both of them were okay with it.
This is such a big step for Santana regardless. Brittany is so proud of her for coming this far, a surge of warmth and happiness rising up in her as she sees the confident look on her girlfriend's face. She can't resist kissing her on the cheek.
Santana deserves all the kisses she can give her.
"So that's why you always kiss each other in my sister's bedroom all night!" Stacy wrinkles her nose. Whitney's amused cackle can be heard in the background and Santana winces as Brittany covers her face in embarrassment. They didn't realize the youngest Pierce girl could actually figure out any of that was going on. Stacy goes quiet for a while, just watching them while Brittany and Santana look at each other in silence for a long moment, wondering how Brittany's little sister is going to feel about this. She seems to think about it for a long time before piping up with the last thing they expect to hear.
"Santana's too cool to be your girlfriend, Britt-Britt!"
"I know." Brittany giggles, sharing a soft, fond look with Santana then putting her sister into a playful headlock. Santana looks relieved, like she always does when they can be totally honest and just be themselves around people without it ending in rejection or hateful reactions.
"Oh Girls, don't fight, please." Whitney chides, "Snapdragon, you'll be staying for dinner, right?"
"Snapdragon!" Stacy echoes with a loud laugh, delighted by the reaction the name gets from Santana as the older girl squirms and grimaces. She always thinks Santana is so funny.
Brittany giggles again, kissing Santana's cheek as she sees her girlfriend stare at her mom in confusion at the use of that familiar nickname. If anyone else had called her that, she'd probably be giving them a Lima Heights style warning but Santana is putty in the hands of the Pierce girls.
Brittany thinks of the fish lip locking on her dress later that night when they venture over to the Sugar Shack. They remind her of what she wants to be doing with Santana - what she has been doing nonstop with her girlfriend since they were old enough to realize it would feel good for them to do that with each other.
Fish aren't as fun as cats but Brittany does get pretty fascinated with them and she thinks about the aquarium Pierce has at home that Lord Tubbington always stares at in complete fascination. Santana brings her back to earth when her mind gets all clouded for a second, her wandering hand on her thigh as she leans close to girlfriend at their table, reminding Brittany of what she really wants.
Her fish kissing dress isn't exactly the sexiest outfit she owns but Santana looks at her like she wants to ravish her as soon as they get to her car anyway and she forgets all about fish. Her warm hands ghost over the back of Brittany's thighs, palms moving over the area possessively.
They haven't been able to keep their hands off of each other all night. Santana even kisses her right there on the dance floor, in front of everyone and she throws her arms around her girlfriend's neck, both of them unable to stop themselves from smiling into the kiss.
When they get back to Brittany's place after the party at the Sugar Shack, they finally give in to the desires they've been wrestling with for most of the night. Santana gets that silly fish dress off of her.
Only this time, unlike Valentine's Days of years past when they would secretly touch each other in the secrecy of Brittany's bedroom, making sure to be quick because somehow doing it fast made it seem less obvious what they were doing, they completely take their time with each other as there's nothing holding either of them back.
"Santana… "
She repeats her name like a mantra. There's this feeling of safety in Santana's arms for her that has always been there but it's magnified now. When they finally make it to the bed, it's different from how they normally do things but somehow even more special and perfect.
Pretty Woman is playing in the background because Brittany's always loved that movie and it's one of their go-to V-Day choices.
In the past, Brittany would often be the one leading their love making, impatient and practically throwing the shorter girl back on the bed, straddling her thighs then riding Santana's fingers, or tongue, or strap on as she felt herself getting closer to the edge at the sight of that aroused and desperate expression on Santana's face. Brittany would bounce on her and get herself off with Santana's help, her breathless whimpers the only sound filling the room.
Her hips would shift just the right way up into the blonde, hands grabbing her hips hard and steadying her, just a little rough in her treatment and Brittany would soon see stars, falling apart above her with a desperate moan of Santana's name. Santana would instantly follow her over that edge, the sight of her alone enough to trigger her own climax.
The first time she and Santana came apart in each other's arms as they reached that pinnacle of pleasure, she had imagined them clinging to each other desperately as they fell from an imaginary cliff face.
Brittany is always the one who has the ultimate control over what they do, how far they go because she knows Santana will never do anything she doesn't want. Tonight, Santana presses her down sweetly, hovering over her and gazing at her appreciatively like she wants to commit every all of Brittany in this moment to memory. The blonde realizes it's what she wants tonight.
She wants Santana to possess her.
So she lets her.
Brittany gasps at the feeling as Santana grinds into her. Hard. She can already see stars and pretty lights dancing in her eyes with each thrust. Fingers curl into her sharply, meeting no resistance because Brittany's just that wet. Santana smirks, pleased about this. She's already on the verge of orgasm just from the feeling of Santana finally taking her the way she has been desperate for all day.
Santana is cute… that's something that Brittany has known since the second she laid eyes on her but when she's pressing her hips into her like this, twisting them just right Brittany's last coherent thought is about how sexy her girlfriend is with those toned shoulders, that look of concentration on her face and the fiery determination of her dark eyes.
She's so hot.
"I'm coming." Brittany sighs, relaxing completely, turning her head to press her face into her pillow and try to silence her sounds as she spreads her legs wider for Santana to force her body between them, shifting and pushing her hips upward.
Santana loves that, loves the way she has already reduced Brittany to these sobbing, helpless moans. Brittany knows Santana will keep this going all night. It's what they both need. She whimpers when Santana enters her again.
"Best Valentine's Day ever." Brittany whispers, unable to keep the grin off her face and holds her close after, Santana's face pressed against her neck and her leg thrown over the blonde's thighs as they lie together, sweaty and spent. Santana hums her agreement into her neck, pressing a kiss to the delicate skin.