Santana arches an eyebrow, and Brittany takes a step closer before pressing their wind-chilled lips together. Things heat up quickly, and Brittany is soon pressing Santana against the cement wall. She moans into Santana's mouth before slowing the kiss down and pulling apart. "It's cold. We should get back to the car." Santana just nods, still dazed. When they get back to the car, it's already pretty dark out. As soon as they climb in, Santana immediately turns the heat on. When Brittany looks over at her, then down into her lap, she notices that the outline of Santana's appendage is a little more pronounced. Brittany licks her lips. "Turn off your headlights."
"Why? It's dark."
"I want to try something." Before Santana can turn the lights off, she reaches over to stroke the ridge in Santana's jeans.
"Shit. B. Wh—"
"Just turn the car off." While Santana does as she's told, Brittany fumbles by street light to unbutton and unzip her jeans. She pulls Santana's semi-hard cock out of the confines of her boxers and wastes no time in leaning over and taking her into her mouth.
"Fuck," Santana hisses as Brittany's head starts to bob up and down, bringing Santana to her full length quickly. Then, Brittany pulls up so that just the head of her dick is in her mouth and circles it with her tongue while she grips the rest of her length and moves her hand up and down. Santana has no idea where to put her hands. She's still hesitant to put them on Brittany's head, because she doesn't want Brittany to feel forced, but she's in a car with limited options.
She settles for laying one gently on Brittany's back and gripping the steering wheel hard with the other. As precum start to seep out, Brittany moans and tongues the slit, the vibrations from her moaning driving Santana insane. Just when she thinks it can't get any better, Brittany takes more of her into her mouth than she's ever done before. Santana feels the tip of her dick hit the back of Brittany's throat before Brittany lifts back up again, bobbing up and down.
Santana knows that, warning or not, Brittany wants to swallow. She squeaks out something that sounds vaguely like "I'm coming" and lifts her hips up slightly as she feels herself explode into Brittany's mouth. "Fuck. Baby." She grits her teeth as Brittany fists the base of her cock and firmly strokes upwards, swallowing the last bit of cum that dribbles out. She makes sure Santana is clean before she gently slips her back into her boxers and buttons up her pants.
When she sits up, Santana's head is still back against the headrest, and her hand is still gripping the steering wheel tightly. "Good?" she asks, kissing Santana's lips lightly.
"Uh-huh. Perfect." Regaining her composure a little, Santana leans forward and kisses Brittany thoroughly, smiling at her taste that lingers there. She pulls out her phone and sees a text from her mom that simply says, "Come back now." Thank goodness it was only sent a few minutes ago, because she was supposed to be paying attention and waiting for that text. "Ugh. Mom wants us home for dinner."
"Guess I could eat again." Brittany flashes a Cheshire grin at Santana, who smacks her lightly on the thigh.
When they get back onto her street, Santana is impressed that she doesn't see any cars. All the lights in the house are out.
"I thought you said your mom wanted us home for dinner," Brittany comments as she grabs Santana's hand, walking to the door.
Santana internally panics, still typing to her mother that they're here. "Uh...they must have gone out instead."
"Darn. Guess we'll just have to find something else to eat." Brittany smiles wickedly.
Santana wishes that were a possibility. "Maybe. See if the door is unlocked before I dig my keys back out." As instructed, Brittany twists the knob and pushes the door open. They walk a few steps into the room and shut the door before all the lights flip on, and "SURPRISE!" Brittany screams and jumps back in response. Santana is quick to catch her, laughing in her ear. "Happy birthday part two, baby."
"Oh my God! Whose idea was this?"
"Mami and Papi. They were jealous that they didn't get to celebrate with you too."
Brittany smiles and looks around the room, noticing who's there. "Rachel?!" She runs over to hug her.
"Happy belated birthday, Brittany!"
"You didn't come here just for this, did you?"
"I confess it was just lucky circumstance. I actually came here to see my new girlfriend."
Gasping, Brittany looks down at her hand, which is clasped tightly in a very happy-looking Quinn's. "No way! You'll have to tell me everything!"
While Brittany is talking to Rachel, Santana hears her name called. She turns her head to see her abuela standing with her mami. "Hola Abuela."
"I would like to be introduced to your girlfriend."
"As soon as she's done saying hello to her friends, I promise." Her grandmother nods her head sternly and turns to tuck in Miguel's shirt in the back. "Why is she here?" Santana asks Maribel. She loves her grandmother—a lot, actually. She has always been good to her. However, she's not the easiest person to meet at first. She can be quite austere and very forward.
"She insisted when I told her what we were doing tonight," Maribel explains.
"I can hear you two talking about me. I have the right to meet my granddaughter's girlfriend, especially since I was deprived of that opportunity at Christmas. Now, go get her."
As Santana leaves to get Brittany, Maribel turns to her mother. "You be nice to her, Mami. This is the mother of your future great-grandbabies. Be nice. I mean it."
"I'm always nice."
Before Maribel can argue, Santana is walking back with a suddenly-shy Brittany. "Abuela, this is Brittany. Brittany, this is my abuela."
Brittany reaches out a hand and timidly shakes the older woman's hand. "Nice to meet you, Mrs...?"
She just stares at Brittany for a few seconds before answering. "Abuela. You can call me abuela as well, Brittany. I hear you're part of the family, so that will work just fine." Maribel exhales in relief. "I hear you'll be giving me great-grandchildren."
Without looking, as if she expected it, Brittany reaches over and starts patting a choking Santana's back. She smiles and nods gently. "I think that might be the plan, someday."
"Well, I'm not getting any younger," Santana's grandmother replies.
"Abuela!" "Mami!" Santana and her mother yell at the same time. She just smirks (the same smirk that Brittany has seen on many of the Lopez children) and walks away.
Brittany makes her rounds, making sure to thank everyone individually for coming. All of Santana's brothers, parents, and grandmother are there, as well as Quinn, Rachel, and Kurt.
"My fathers wanted to come too, but they had to go to a work party. We got you this birthday present!" Rachel hands her a package.
"Rachel, you didn't have to. You guys are so awesome to me already. I can't wait to go back and visit." Brittany carefully opens the box to find another beautiful dress. "I love it so much! Your dads are so good at picking clothes!"
"Yes, they do like that you wear the clothes they pick out."
"You should let them pick stuff out for you too, Rach." Brittany didn't mean that as an insult at all, perhaps just a poorly-timed comment, but Santana doubles over with laughter.
"You totally should, hobbit." Santana ruffles Rachel's hair before walking away.
"Why does she make fun of my height? She's barely taller than me."
"She's just insecure, Rach. Ignore her," Quinn growls in Santana's direction, which just makes her laugh harder.
Brittany sees Kurt standing by himself, so she goes over to say hello again. "I'm really glad you're here, Kurt. Are you having a good break?" Kurt just nods, continuing to stare into the distance. "Is something wrong?"
"That is literally a wall of hot men. I've had dreams about this." Brittany turns to see the Lopez brothers all standing near the closet door. Laughing, she bounces away, leaving Kurt to gawk.
"So tell us how this happened," Santana gestures toward Quinn and Rachel as they and Brittany stand in a circle.
"Well, Brittany had given me the wonderful advice of appealing to Quinn's romantic side, so I flew out here with the permission and blessing of my parents. However, once I arrived, I realized that I didn't know where she lived or how to get to her house...so I had to call her and ask her to come pick me up from the airport. I'll admit, that was less than romantic. It turns out that spontaneity isn't really for me."
"It was still romantic," Quinn replies, wrapping her arm around Rachel's waist.
"I told her how I felt, and I was ecstatic to hear that she feels the same way. Now, here we are! Also, I sang for her."
Santana is trying desperately to hold back her laughter, but then Brittany whispers in her ear, "Don't laugh, baby. You sing to me all the time." Somehow, Quinn hears and smirks, which elicits an eye roll from Santana.
While Brittany is showing Quinn her new charm for her charm bracelet, Rachel pulls Santana off to the side. "Santana, I need some help."
"Well, yeah."
"Please. I'm serious." Uncrossing her arms, Santana sits down on the couch, gesturing for Rachel to sit too. "Well, this may come as a surprise to you, but I am still a virgin."
"No shit?" Santana replies sarcastically.
"Santana, I'm serious!"
"Okay. Sorry. Go ahead."
"Well, I was doing some research on relationships of a sapphic nature—namely, how girls have sex with other girls. I came across something called fanfiction. These are stories about characters from television shows or movies. Some include...rather graphic scenes of a sexual nature." Santana is biting the inside of her cheek to prevent herself from bursting into laughter. She wants this to end as soon as possible, so she urges Rachel to continue. "Well, in a lot of stories, it seems that you stimulate them internally with your fingers, and then once you're ready for them to climax, you just push their clitoris. Is this correct?"
"Jesus Christ, Berry. It's not all boop the clit and then bam, orgasm." Santana shakes her head. "Can't you just watch porn like a normal person?"
"It seemed too graphic."
"Listen. Just experiment. Quinn won't know what she's doing either, so you're both kind of unsure together. It'll be fine." Her face feels like it's burning. The last thing Santana wants to talk to Rachel about is Quinn and sex.
"Okay. I have one last question."
"Fuck. Okay. What?"
"Do you know if Quinn has any fantasies that I should be aware of?"
"Get out of here, Berry! Go. Now. We are done with this." Santana points far, far away from her, and Rachel jumps up and runs over to Quinn.
The night ends with promises to see Quinn and Rachel within the next few days, as well as lots of hugs and thank yous, especially from Brittany to Santana's parents.
Once Santana and Brittany are cuddled together in bed, Santana thinks back on her conversation with Rachel. Why is Rachel concerned with fantasies already? Santana doesn't even know Brittany's. Should she? "Hey Britt?"
"Hmmm?"
"Can I ask you a question?" Santana sounds meeker than usual.
"Always."
"What...uh, what are your, you know, fantasies?"
"Like sex fantasies?" Brittany feels Santana nod. "I guess I don't really have any."
"Really?"
"Well, I've only liked sex since I've been with you. It's fantastic, so I haven't spent a lot of time thinking about ways to make it better. It gets better pretty much every time. Plus, I never touch myself on my own, so I guess I just haven't thought about it."
"Oh. So there's nothing you want to do?"
"Not that I can think of right now. Other positions, I guess. Does that count as a fantasy?"
"Kind of. You should think about it more. It's healthy to imagine things like that. Plus, then we can keep things exciting—not that sex isn't always exciting with you, because it is."
Brittany giggles and kisses her. "Okay. What about you?"
Santana suddenly feels embarrassed. "I don't know."
"Yes, you do. You wouldn't have brought it up if you didn't."
"Well, I really liked watching you touch yourself in the hotel that night after our first time."
"We can do that again. We can do anything you want. That's my fantasy, making all of yours come true."
"Britt, that doesn't count. But I love you for saying it anyway."
"What else? San, you can tell me. I can tell you're holding something back."
"It's not something I ever wanted before you, or even thought about really. It's kind of weird. You'll probably be grossed out."
"Never. Just tell me." Cuddling closer, she kisses Santana again.
"I...um, I kind of want to maybe try anal. Like, I just...I don't know, Britt. I want you inside of me. Somehow. Ever since our first time, I love that feeling of being inside of you, but I want to know what it's like. I know we can't do it for real, though. It's stupid. I'm sorry I brought it up."
"Stop, San. I hate that word. Why do you think I wouldn't want to do that with you?"
"Because of your history with Tommy, and because it's weird."
"It's not weird. Don't let him get in the way of our lives any more than he already has." Brittany moves so that she's laying on top of Santana. "I love you. I want to do this with you. Do you want just my fingers or a strap-on?"
"I don't know. I haven't thought about it a lot, honestly. Just sometimes, when I'm in the shower thinking about you, my brain goes there."
"Let's do it. Someday." Brittany kisses Santana before laying her head back on her chest. "Will I hurt you if we sleep like this?"
"Nope. I'm strong, and you're light." She wraps her arms around Brittany's back, pulling her closer.
The rest of break passes pleasantly. For the first few days, Brittany worried that she might get a call from one of her family members, but it doesn't happen. She's happy for not having to deal with them, but a small part of her is upset that they don't even care enough to check on her. While they're laying in bed one night, Santana admits that she can't believe her parents didn't at least call on her birthday. Brittany can believe it. It still kind of hurts, though.
A few days before they're due back at school, Maribel takes them shopping at Target. "Do either of you need socks or underwear? Nevermind, I already know the answer." She throws a few packs of socks into the cart, as well as a pack of boxer briefs, before going to the girls' section and adding a pack of tighter-fitting boyshort underwear that Brittany has seen Santana wear on occasion. "What size do you wear, Brittany?"
"Uh. I don't know?" Brittany doesn't want Maribel to feel obligated to buy her things. Maybe not knowing her size will deter her.
"I'll guess. Probably the same as Santana," Maribel responds.
"Oh, you should get these," Santana says without thinking, picking up a pack of lacy panties.
"No. Keep it in your pants, Santana." Maribel grabs a few packs of non-lacy underwear for Brittany before moving on. When they're done with Target, they go to a restaurant for lunch. "Brittany, can I ask you some questions about your family?"
"Oh, um. Sure."
"I'm just curious about your situation with them. I know what happened and why Santana brought you home to us. Why would your mother have him over if she knew he'd hurt you?"
"I don't know. She's never really cared about me. She thinks I'm too stupid to ever do anything on my own. I struggled a lot in school, so she was mad at me all the time and made me miss dance class a lot. I think she thinks that if Tommy and I get married, she won't have to deal with me anymore."
"This just doesn't make any sense. Why would she do that to you?" Maribel says it more to herself than anything.
"My sister says it's because I didn't fix the family," Brittany answers quietly.
Surprised, Santana turns her head towards Brittany. She hadn't ever thought to ask; she just assumed her mother was a crazy bitch. "What do you mean, Britt?"
"My dad has been cheating on my mom since a few years after my sister was born. Apparently, my mom told my sister that things were really good after she was born, so she got pregnant with me on purpose, even though they weren't planning to have more kids. It didn't work, though. He keeps cheating. She won't leave him, because she doesn't have a job or anything, so I think she blames me. Plus, I'm not smart like my sister, so that just made everything worse."
"She's been like this your whole life?" Maribel's heart is breaking for this girl.
"Ever since I can remember."
Santana scoots closer to Brittany. She's handling the conversation well, but Santana can see her hands shaking, so she holds them and rubs soothingly. "How did you turn out so good?"
"I don't know if I'm that good...but I think I'm not like them, because I figured out that it hurt to be treated the way they treated me, and it felt nice to be treated the way a few other people treated me. I didn't want to make people feel bad."
"You say you're not smart, Brittany, but for you to have figured that out at a young age is miraculous," Maribel says while fighting tears. "Who were the good people?"
"I had a really nice babysitter. She'd help me with my homework, and she never yelled. She hugged me every day." Santana's fighting back tears. The idea that Brittany would cherish the person that gave her a hug every day is heartbreaking. Santana's mom and dad and brothers hug her all the time. She vows to hug her at least three times a day for the rest of their lives. "I also had some really nice dance teachers. I think they suspected that my parents forced me to miss class sometimes, because if we were working on a new routine, they would tape it for me, so I could still learn it and catch up. Plus, dance used to be the thing that made me the most happy in the world, so it makes sense that the people who taught me would always be some of my favorite people."
"Used to make you the most happy?" Maribel asks.
"Being loved and loving kind of tops everything, doesn't it?"
"Yeah, babe. It does," Santana says as she kisses Brittany's cheek.
Maribel can't hold it back any longer. A tear slides down her cheek. "We need dessert! Someone bring these girls dessert!"
Santana shakes her head but lets her mom deal with her feelings however she needs to. Plus, she knows that Brittany really likes dessert.
"Well," Maribel starts as they all dig into dessert a few minutes later. "Unless something drastic happens and your family does a complete turnaround, I expect you at our house for breaks and vacations. No asking. I'll just assume if Santana is coming that you are too. Okay?"
Brittany just nods her confirmation, too happy and mouth too full to speak.
