Saturday morning dawned bright and early, but Brittany didn't feel tired when she sprung out of bed; it's amazing what one good date can do for your morale. She hummed to herself in the shower, wondering what to do with her day today. She obviously thought of a particular brunette she'd love to spend the day with, but she didn't want to come across as clingy. After all, they'd just had their first date the night before; she figured she should give Santana the day to herself. Or at least the morning.
Drying off, she wondered what Santana was up to. Surely she was already up, seeing as how she slept less than a machine. For some reason, it was hard to picture Santana just lounging around her condo, like sitting around in sweatpants watching TV was a weird thing for Santana to do. Trying to imagine it just made Brittany smile to herself.
After throwing on shorts and a tank top, she made her way to her living room, where she did, in fact, plan to sit around and watch TV.
A movie and a half later, Brittany heard her stomach start to rumble and got up to make herself lunch, seeing as she'd skipped breakfast entirely. She left the TV on for background noise as she made her lunch, then sat at the barstool eating her sandwich and watching the movie from across the counter.
After cleaning up, she laid back on the couch to finish her movie. When it ended with a cheesy, albeit satisfying, scene of the two main characters finally kissing, Brittany's mind snapped back to Santana. Man, she wanted to kiss her again. Unable to restrain herself anymore, she picked up her phone and sent a text to the woman that had been dominating her thoughts all morning.
Brittany: hi
There. That didn't sound too clingy. She felt the butterflies start to stir when her phone buzzed almost immediately.
Santana: hello :)
Brittany looked at the smiley face, wishing she could see Santana smiling right now.
Brittany: what are you doing?
Again, she only had to wait a few seconds.
Santana: talking to you. although before that, i was getting some work done for next week. what are you doing?
Of course Santana was working; Brittany shouldn't have been surprised. She sent a playful text back.
Brittany: work on a saturday? i'm talking to you. although before that i was watching a movie.
Why couldn't her life always consist of talking to Santana?
Santana: i didn't have any better offers...so yes, work on a saturday.
Brittany thought about how she wanted to respond. Did she dare go there? To that very flirty place that often led to Santana teasing the crap out of her? Yes, yes she did.
Brittany: and if you had a better offer?
12 seconds passed until her phone buzzed again.
Santana: i may be persuaded to stop working. with the right offer.
Brittany contemplated how to word her next text. After a few seconds, she decided, quickly typed it out, and hit send, waiting anxiously for Santana's reply.
Brittany: pajama party?
This time, 16 seconds passed.
Santana: i'm at the office. do you have pajamas to spare?
Relief. Excitement. And admittedly, Brittany was a little turned on again at the idea of Santana in her pajamas. Santana...in short shorts...she quickly typed out her reply.
Brittany: of course.
10 seconds.
Santana: then i'll see you soon.
Brittany placed her phone back down, letting her excitement at the prospect of seeing Santana soon wash over her. She relaxed into the couch for about four seconds when she realized her apartment was kind of a mess.
"Shit!" she whispered out loud, whirling around and streaking through her apartment, tidying up the best she could.
She had thrown all her dirty clothes into the wash, tidied up the mail that had been littering the countertop, and made her bed when she heard a soft knock at the front door. She quickly straightened a pillow and meant to head to the front door when she saw Maggie's journal out of the corner of her eye. Quickly, she reached for it and placed it inside the drawer of her nightstand. She still didn't want Santana to see it, for some reason.
When she reached her front door, she flung it open to see Santana standing there in all her glory, black slacks and a comfortable-looking gray v-neck sweater making her look as sexy as ever.
"Hi," she said breathlessly, feeling a little self-conscious in her shorts and tank top. She also realized she was wearing no makeup...and no bra.
Santana didn't seem to mind; in fact, Brittany was positive she was eyeing her with some appreciation. She didn't miss the way Santana's eyes traveled down her long legs and back up. Well, that was satisfying.
"Hi," Santana said back, smiling.
Brittany took a step back out of the doorway to let the brunette in, hyper-aware that the drafty hallway was starting to make her nipples get a little harder.
"You really meant pajamas, didn't you?" Santana asked with a little laugh as she kicked off her pumps and made her way into the apartment.
"Don't like what I'm wearing?" Brittany asked innocently, shutting the door and fixing Santana with a grin.
"Well, I didn't say that..." Santana said, letting her sentence trail off as her eyes raked over Brittany's body again. Brittany was sure her gaze paused for a moment at her boobs. She looked down to see that the outline of her now-hard nipples was showing perfectly through her light pink tank top.
Deciding not to feel self-conscious—her boobs were pretty nice, after all—she started making her way down the hallway.
"Can't join the party 'til you've got jammies on!" she called behind her. She heard Santana chuckle and start to follow.
Fishing through her dresser drawers, she found another pair of shorts and tank top very similar to the ones she was wearing. She couldn't wait to get Santana in them; she'd never seen anything higher than the woman's knee.
Handing them over, she watched as Santana inspected the clothing she'd been given.
"This...isn't much," she said with a grin, like she knew exactly why Brittany had chosen them.
Brittany just shrugged and said she'd be in the living room when Santana was finished changing.
After a few minutes, Santana emerged from the hallway, clad in Brittany's clothes and looking sexy as hell. Brittany knew she was leering too, but she couldn't help it. Santana's legs in those shorts...she should probably just start wearing them all the time. The tan skin of her thighs was toned and smooth, just like the rest of her.
Pulling her eyes upward, she noticed that Santana had chosen to leave her bra on, her flawless breasts pushed up just slightly, the material of the tank top straining to hold them in. Brittany gulped. People just shouldn't be this hot.
Santana sat down on the couch next to the blonde and watched with an amused expression as Brittany tried again to form words but couldn't.
"Something you want to say, Brittany?" she asked, feigning ignorance.
"You're so sexy," Brittany blurted without thinking. Jesus, she needed to control her word vomit.
Santana's amused expression only intensified, and Brittany felt herself start to blush.
"Er...sorry...I dunno why I just said that," Brittany mumbled, looking away from the woman in front of her. It was probably her best shot at forming a coherent, non-embarrassing sentence.
"I think you're sexy." She looked up quickly to see Santana give her a quick wink before she changed the subject. "So, are we watching a movie?" she asked nonchalantly.
Brittany cleared her throat and tried again to be normal. How did Santana pull it off so easily?
"It's sort of mandatory to watch movies during a pajama party," she replied matter-of-factly.
"Ahh, well then...forgive me for being rusty on the rules. Host's choice," Santana said as she picked up the remote on her armrest and handed it to Brittany. Setting the TV to the right input, Brittany picked a DVD from her collection and put it in the player. She'd chosen a romantic comedy, hoping something light and funny would spark the right mood for a pajama party. Then, she flicked the lights off and sat back down beside Santana. Sitting there in semi-darkness with Santana, she felt like a horny teenager again. She was trying desperately to watch the movie, but all she really wanted to do was lean over and start making out with the woman. She wondered if Santana felt the same—if she felt the electric current that seemed to be flowing between them.
"Can I get a glass of water?" Santana suddenly asked and looked over at her.
"Um, of course. Do you want me to get it for you?" Brittany asked back.
"Nope, I know where everything is," Santana replied with a smile. She bounced up off the couch and made her way to the kitchen. Her ass looked even better in those shorts than her legs—if that was even possible. Brittany kind of wished the TV light was brighter.
When she returned with her glass of water, she placed it on the coffee table and sat back down, but Brittany was completely positive it was closer to her than she'd been before. Deciding she wanted in on this game, she looked over and asked her own question.
"Do you want a blanket?" she asked, raking her eyes once again over those perfectly toned thighs.
"Oh, that'd be great. Thanks."
Brittany went back to the bedroom and once again retrieved the blanket that stayed at the foot of her bed. When she returned with it, she made sure to sit a few inches closer to the brunette. While throwing the blanket over both their laps, she made sure to brush the outside of Santana's thigh as well. There.
A few more minutes passed, and they both just watched the movie—well, Brittany pretended to watch. Honestly, if she hadn't seen it before, she would've had no idea what was going on. She was way too focused on the fact that she was close enough to feel the heat coming off Santana's legs under the blanket.
The next thing Brittany knew, Santana had shifted ever so slightly in her seat, and her bare thigh was now touching Brittany's. Her skin was scorching, and Brittany wanted so badly to reach over and stroke it. Instead, she balled her hands into fists and crossed her arms under the blanket, praying that her tenuous hold on her self-control wouldn't snap.