Brittany really hates storms. She's been lying in bed listening to a huge one for two hours now. Rain isn't so bad, since that's easily dealt with by way of umbrellas and cute rainboots, but thunder and lightning scare her.
Still, she's determined to deal with her fear, so she focuses on the comfort of the star-shaped night light that Rachel insisted they use, because she doesn't want to fall getting up in the middle of the night. Then, she thinks about Santana and opens her phone to look at a picture she'd snuck of her at the coffee shop. Okay, she tells herself. You can do this. You can wait out the storm. Until she sees a particularly bright bolt of lightning and hears a loud crack of thunder, right before the hallway light that she could see under the door goes out, as do all of the lights in their room, including the little star night light. All she has now is the light of her phone.
She takes a few deep breaths. Rachel's already deeply asleep, while she's so scared she's shaking. Outside, the thunder and lighting rage on, adding to Brittany's terror. She glances outside, and from what she can see, it looks like the other buildings don't have power either, but their hallway lights are still on. Why aren't theirs? Getting out of bed by her cell phone light, she goes into the hallway to see if anyone knows what's going on. Her floor RA tells them that the power is out all over campus, and for some reason, the emergency generator for this dorm hasn't kicked in. They're doing what they can, but it will probably be a while.
Brittany returns to her pitch-black room, still scared and not knowing what to do. She knows she won't be able to sleep; it's too dark, and she feels lonely and scared. Her thoughts drift to Santana, and she wonders if she has power. Even if she doesn't, she knows she'd feel better just being with her, but she doesn't want to seem needy or clingy. Well, if the situation were reversed, Brittany thinks, what would I want? That's easy. If Santana were scared, Brittany would want to know, would want to help in any way she could. She's still embarrassed, though, so she decides to send one text. If she doesn't get a response, she'll assume the Latina's already asleep and just deal with this on her own.
To Santana: Hey San. How are you? Do you have power?
Santana is sitting on the couch with Sam, who has a battery-operated light-up globe (seriously, who is this kid?) illuminating the living room. The storm had just started to pick up about the time she got there two hours ago. She told Sam what Brittany had said and asked him what he thought it meant. Sam thinks it's pretty obvious that Brittany wants to be her girlfriend, so she went and dropped that bomb of a hint, but apparently Santana is oblivious. Since then, they've been discussing romantic ways for Santana to ask Brittany to be her girlfriend. She isn't totally settled on any of them, but whatever it is, she knows it'll take a lot of planning. That's the kind of thing Brittany deserves.
About 20 minutes after the power goes out, she gets Brittany's text. "I think power must be out on campus too. I just got a text from Britt. Have you heard from 'Cedes? Does she have power?"
"Nope. Kurt has apparently lit about 80 different scented candles. That probably smells terrible."
Santana nods absentmindedly while typing out a response.
To Brittany: Hey boo. I'm okay. I'm at Sam's right now, but no, he doesn't have power, and we don't have it at our apartment either. What about you? Are you okay?
Brittany bites her lip, debating with herself how much she should share.
To Santana: I really hate storms, and I really hate the dark. So I'm kind of scared. Plus our emergency lights won't come on, so I can't sit in the hallway or anything.
Santana reads the text with creased eyebrows. Brittany is scared; she doesn't like that at all.
To Brittany: Well, I don't have power at my place, but we're at least allowed to have candles. I could come get you if you want? Or I can go buy you a flashlight or something and drop it off?
The idea of spending the night with Santana, cuddling and safe, makes Brittany breathe a sigh of relief as she responds.
To Santana: Could I stay over? Are you sure it's okay?
She's pretty sure she knows the answer and is proven correct when she receives a text less than a minute later.
From Santana: Absolutely. I'll be there in five. Wear PJs.
Santana says goodbye to Sam, who, of course, understands why Santana's leaving.
Brittany considers packing school books and clothes but remembers that Santana has an earlier class in the morning, so she can just come back to her dorm when the brunette's at class. Instead, she simply pulls on sweatpants over her shorts, slips her feet into a pair of flip flops, pulls the hood of Santana's hoodie over her head, and makes her way down to the front entrance, using her phone as a flashlight.
When she sees Santana's car pull up, she runs down the stairs and jumps into the car as quickly as possible, trying to not let the wind take the door off. "Thank you so much. I couldn't sleep or do anything, because I was scared, and there were no lights," Brittany breathes out as soon as she gets the door shut. She's still shaking from leftover fear, not to mention she's now wet and cold. "Which is kind of stupid, because who's afraid of the dark?"
"You can be afraid of the dark, babe, it's okay. I don't like it when I'm alone either. I get kind of freaked too." Which is totally true; she didn't stop running into her brother's room during power outages until she was at least 14. He'd just laugh and let her sleep in his bed with him. "Let me turn up the heat, you look freezing." She turns the knob, then leans over and gently kisses Brittany.
Santana desperately wants to ask about earlier, but first, she wants to get Brittany warm, dry, and feeling safe. Taking Brittany's hand, she drives slowly and carefully to her apartment. It's really bad outside; trees have fallen down everywhere, and the roads are a mess. When they finally get back, she uses her cell phone light to get them in the front door. "Let me grab some candles or a flashlight or something," she says, trying to remember where any of those things are. Then, the beam of her phone flashlight passes over a pile of candles and a note, which she reads out loud. "Santana, don't forget to blow these out before you fall asleep. Seriously. You almost set the house on fire last time. Love you, bitch. Quinn." Under the note, there are a dozen small candles, a lighter, and a small flashlight.
"She must really care about you," Brittany notes, helping Santana grab some of the candles.
"She does. We love each other like sisters. We fight like sisters too, though." She smiles, remembering the events from earlier that day and guessing she can't be too mad now.
"My sister and I fight a lot, but she doesn't really care about me," Brittany says nonchalantly. It makes Santana a bit sad that Brittany doesn't have a good relationship with her sister, like she does with her brothers.
They head into Santana's bedroom, where they set up and light the candles. Then, Brittany sheds her now wet outer layer, while Santana goes to the bathroom to change into PJs and brush her teeth. When she reenters the room, she sees Brittany standing there in a tight tank top and shorts so small she thinks they might be on the border between underwear and shorts. She's beautifully lit by all the candles, and Santana can't stop herself from taking Brittany into her arms, holding her tight, and kissing her deeply.
When they need to part for air, they rest their foreheads together and sway gently. Santana lets herself think, just for a moment, how amazing it would be to call the girl in her arms her girlfriend, and just like that, she has to talk to Brittany about it. "Earlier, when you said you would be my girlfriend, what did you mean?"
Brittany pulls away, just enough to see Santana's face. "That I would be...if you wanted. And that I want that." She answers quietly; this moment is starting to feel big.
"So...are we?" Santana asks lamely.
"I don't know. You didn't ask," Brittany responds and kisses Santana lightly.
"I want to. Of course I do. I just...I was planning this big romantic thing, and there was probably going to be a speech about how amazing you are, and I don't want to ruin giving you this romantic scenario, because you deserve it, Britt. You deserve everything good."
"Look around you, San," Brittany says gently. "I don't need anything big and romantic, but I mean...this is pretty romantic. We're standing in a candlelit room, slow dancing to no music, after you just saved me from staying up all night, terrified. That's the most romantic thing ever, I think."
Santana smiles and gives Brittany a quick peck. She hadn't even thought of that. This unplanned thing turned out to be pretty amazing. "Brittany, would you please be my girlfriend?"
Brittany kisses her hard, responding "yes" into Santana's lips. One kiss leads to another, and soon enough, they're making out. Santana's tongue darts out to trace Brittany's lower lip, making her moan softly. Brittany starts to push her back towards the bed, and when Santana's legs bump the edge of the bed, she slowly sits down, pulling Brittany with her. Brittany's long legs straddle Santana's lap, and their bodies press tightly together as they continue to kiss deeply.
Pulling back slightly to catch her breath, Brittany immediately moves her lips down to Santana's neck. She kisses and sucks softly at the skin there, occasionally biting lightly. Santana grips Brittany's waist, as if to ground herself. She knows she's hard, but she doesn't know whether or not she should stop what's happening. She doesn't want to, but she also doesn't want to pressure Brittany into doing anything she's not ready for.
Brittany can feel Santana's dick stirring and grins into her neck, loving that she has the ability to make her feel this way. Kissing Santana, touching her...it all feels amazing. It never felt this way before; she didn't even know it could. While she knows she isn't ready to have sex yet, she thinks she might be ready for other things.
Just as she removes her lips from Santana's neck to re-attack her lips in light of her revelation, Santana gently pushes her away. "We should probably slow down. I don't want anything to happen before you're ready," Santana says breathily.
Brittany can tell how badly Santana struggled with the decision to stop, which just makes her more confident in her revelation. "San, I don't think I'm ready for sex yet, but aren't there a bunch of other bases?"
Santana cocks her head to the side, trying to figure out what exactly Brittany means. Deciding to help her out, Brittany reaches down and lifts her tank top over her head, leaving her naked from the waist up. Santana's eyes go wide. "Br—uh, Britt, are you sure?"
"I'm sitting on your lap with my shirt off. Please touch me. Or kiss me. Whichever. But Santana, do it now."
Santana puts her hands on either side of Brittany's face and pulls her in closer, kissing her passionately. Then, she slides one of her hands down Brittany's neck and to her back, where she lightly runs it up and down for a few seconds. She then trails her hand around to Brittany's abdomen, feeling the muscles quiver and tighten under her fingertips. Continuing her journey upwards, her fingers reach the swell of Brittany's breast, and she cups it, gently massaging.
Brittany gasps into Santana's mouth when she feels her fingers graze her nipple before taking her whole breast in her hand. When Santana starts to massage, she grinds down onto her hard-on. Their lips part, foreheads touching, as Santana starts to gently tug Brittany's nipple. Moaning, Brittany closes her eyes and lets herself feel truly, truly turned on for the first time she can remember.
Santana moans as Brittany grinds down on her dick again, thrusting upwards slightly. When she feels Brittany's hands tugging at the hem of her top, she opens her eyes and lifts her arms so she can pull it off. Placing her hands on Santana's collarbone, Brittany pushes gently until she's lying completely on the bed, with Brittany straddling her hips.
"You are so unbelievably beautiful, Santana." And she is, lying there halfway undone, hair spread out around her, lips parted, pupils blown, chest heaving. Brittany doesn't think she's ever seen anything or anyone quite so beautiful. She trails her fingertips down Santana's neck, over her collarbone, over her breasts, and down her toned abdomen. Then, she reaches up and cups both of Santana's breasts, which are considerably larger than her own. "You're perfect," she whispers before leaning down to reconnect their lips.
Santana moans and arches her chest up into Brittany's hands. She has never felt anything this amazing. Even if they don't go beyond this, she'll be happy. Running her hands down Brittany's ribcage, she feels her breath jump every time she traces over another rib.
Brittany starts to kiss down Santana's neck, then trails her tongue along her collarbone. She looks up to see Santana's eyes squeezed tightly shut, and she can feel the Latina's fingers gripping and ungripping her waist. She continues her downward journey, placing light kisses across each breast until she takes her left nipple into her mouth and sucks gently. Santana quietly moans Brittany's name. The blonde smirks as she switches to the right nipple, sucking slightly harder and eliciting a slightly louder response.
She pulls away with a light pop as Santana's nipple falls from her lips and moves so she's no longer straddling Santana. The Latina does her best to not look disappointed, but she supposes she fails, as she hears Brittany chuckle lightly. Looking up at the blonde's face, she takes in her messy hair, half fallen out of its bun, and those beautiful blue eyes, now darkened with lust.
Brittany holds Santana's gaze as she trails her fingers down to the waistband of Santana's shorts. When the Latina realizes where Brittany's hand is headed, her eyes open comically wide for the second time that evening.
"Can I take these off?" Brittany asks, managing to sound innocent despite what she's requesting.
Santana nods, but then hesitates and placed her hands over Brittany's. "Could you kiss me first? I just...I need a second."
Brittany leans down to kiss her as gently as she possibly can, knowing that they're both nervous, though for different reasons. For Brittany, she's venturing into activities that have always been a great source of discomfort, even if she currently feels the exact opposite of discomfort. For Santana, she's never exposed herself to someone she cares so much about and who honestly cares about her in return.
After a few more reassuring kisses, Santana gently nudges Brittany's hands, indicating that she's ready. Brittany slowly pulls Santana's shorts down, not looking anywhere but at her face, smiling gently. When she gets Santana's shorts down to her thighs, Santana kicks them the rest of the way off. Brittany kisses her once more before letting her eyes travel slowly down Santana's body.
