April flies by. Brittany's glad she bought Santana's gift early, because her birthday kind of sneaks up on her. Finals pressure is already weighing on her, and choreographing takes up just as much time as dancing, if not more. She doesn't mind, though; the experience has been amazing. Between homework, practicing, and having to fill in for one of her professors as a rehearsal pianist for a nearby theater company, Santana is busy too. Therefore, she decides that she doesn't want a big party for her birthday. Instead, they plan to just do game night on Saturday and probably let it be an early night. Everyone is tired.
On Friday, Brittany sees Sam and Puck waiting outside of the dining hall, talking to a few other guys Brittany doesn't recognize. She figures she should remind them about game night. Sam wouldn't forget (Mercedes wouldn't let him), but Puck probably forgot five minutes after she invited him. "Man, I've almost got them convinced of this threesome idea," she hears Puck telling the group of guys as she walks up to them. Before she has a chance to alert them of her presence, Puck catches sight of her and pulls her into their circle. "What's up, blondie?"
"Just reminding you about Saturday. San's birthday."
The look on Puck's face says he clearly forgot. "Oh yeah. I mean, yes. I'll be there."
"Cool. What were you guys talking about?" She has a few minutes to kill and would rather not stand around by herself.
"These two cheerleaders are both into me, so I'm trying to get a threesome out of it."
Brittany has honestly never thought about a threesome. After a second of doing so, she realizes that the idea doesn't really appeal to her. "That sounds weird."
"No way! Anyone with a dick wants a threesome. That is just truth." He high-fives one of the guys next to him. She rolls her eyes at them, then pats Sam's arm and waves as she walks into the dining hall to wait for Santana. The idea seems silly to her, but she can't help but wonder if there is truth in Puck's statement.
On Saturday morning, Brittany wakes Santana with sweet kisses and even sweeter words. The Lopez family is coming for a late breakfast. When Brittany called them to schedule it, she requested that it not be early. They haven't been sleeping much, and since it's Santana's birthday, she deserves to sleep in. "Happy birthday, baby," Brittany whispers as she presses a light kiss to Santana's lips.
The brunette finally opens her eyes. "Mmm, thank you." Being woken by Brittany completely solves that whole waking up on the wrong side of the bed thing. It's even better when she doesn't have to get up and leave her to go to class. Santana gets to spend the entire day with her, and what more could she want for her birthday? Not that she's not excited to see her family or for game night.
They meet the Lopez family at a restaurant about 20 minutes away, so they don't have to drive the entire way into town. "I can't even deal with the fact that our baby sister is 20 years old now. You were 12, like, yesterday." Miguel hugs her before hugging Brittany. After a round of hugs (several from Maribel), they all head into the restaurant. While they are waiting for dessert, Santana gets her birthday gifts: a keyboard for her iPad, gift cards, and new headphones.
"Brittany, we need to get you all moved into the apartment. I'm assuming the best time is after finals, during regular dorm move-out?"
Brittany glances at Santana. It honestly doesn't matter; she hasn't stayed in her dorm since the start of spring break. Still, not having to deal with packing and moving while they're preparing for finals in a week is probably best. "I think so. I don't have a lot of stuff."
"That's fine. Your mother and I will bring the SUV down, and then we can go shopping after and get anything you girls might need. More towels or pillows or whatever." Santana laughs at her father's attempt to list things that they might need, and he throws his napkin at her.
"You don't have to buy me anything. You already do so much for me."
"Nonsense, dear. You're going to have to get over this. You're family. When Santana needs something, we buy it for her. You should expect the same treatment." Before Brittany can protest or thank Maribel (she isn't sure which), she changes the subject. "Santana, what did Brittany get you for your birthday?"
"Oh, I haven't given it to her yet! We were running late to get here." Santana smiles over at Brittany. She thought for sure Brittany would have cracked and told her what she got her by now; the blonde has been excited about it for weeks. Somehow, she has managed to keep it a secret.
When breakfast is over, they all get hugs. Antonio, last in line, sneaks $40 in both their hands, then winks at them. After they all leave, Santana notices that Brittany is being quiet and still hasn't put the money in her pocket. "I'm sorry if they overwhelm you, Britt. They just want you to feel like family."
"No, I shouldn't complain. Amazing people are doing amazing things for me. I'll figure out how to accept it. It's just...do you have any idea when was the last time my parents just handed me $40? They gave me money, but it always came with some sort of guilt, even when I was little. But your dad just handed it to me. Nothing else. No 'that's all we're giving you, so make it last' or 'are you ever going to find a way to support yourself?' Every time something nice like that happens, it feels a little like a trick at first, or like I need to figure out why."
"He just wants you to have some cash in your pocket. They want you to be happy and comfortable, B. That's all they want for any of us. They still try and slip my brothers money."
"I know. I love them, your whole family. It's just going to take some getting used to." Santana nods her understanding and squeezes Brittany's hand just a little tighter.
When they get back to the apartment, Brittany makes Santana sit on the bed while she pulls out the oddly-shaped package from the closet. As she hands it to Santana and waits for her to open it, she holds her breath. She really, really hopes Santana will love it.
With wide eyes, Santana unwraps the shiny black ukulele. It is beautiful, and she has been wanting one for a while now. It even coordinates with her acoustic guitar. "B, this is awesome!" She jumps up and kisses Brittany, who looks just as excited as Santana feels.
"I'm glad you like it. I thought you would." She leans in to kiss Santana again, and then again, and one more time. Not wanting to distract her from her brand new toy, she pulls away. "I'm going to go shower and get ready. You play. Then, while you shower, I'll start setting up."
Later that evening, people start showing up. They already have some board and video games set up. After Puck and Sam arrive, they start playing Rock Band, and Brittany just watches. She isn't very good at it. Plus, Santana promises they can play Just Dance in a bit. Right now, though, she is perfectly content to sit back and watch Santana have fun. After a few rounds, Puck announces, "Let's take a break, guys. I need a drink." He took a few turns as singer and is getting a little hoarse. They all agree and pause the game.
"I'm going to go pee while he does that. Keep my spot warm." Santana kisses Brittany and pats her thigh before she gets up and heads to the bathroom.
After getting his drink, Puck decides he should probably take a leak before things get heated again. When he pushes the door open, he sees Santana standing there, but she is definitely peeing. "Puck, close the fucking door!" she screams as soon as she sees him. That shocks him out of his confusion, and he quickly shuts the door.
From her spot in the living room, Brittany hears Santana yell, so she gets up to see what is going on. She reaches the bathroom just as Santana is coming out. Expecting Puck to bring it up and bracing herself for the confrontation, Santana feels relieved that Brittany is magically there. "Dude, why were you peeing standing up?" Puck asks. Next to her, Brittany tenses up.
"I was born with a penis. All girl. Just with a penis." She sticks to simple, knowing that he'll probably ask a million follow-up questions. Most people do, or they get awkward, which she really hopes doesn't happen. She would never admit it, but she really likes Puck. The idea of losing him as a friend over something like this makes her sad. Sighing internally, she waits for the questions to come.
Except they never do. Puck's face goes from confused to surprised, before he breaks out into a smile and says, "Awesome! You should have told me earlier. We could have been trading embarrassing boner stories. Oh, you know what would be awesome? We should compare size! Wait. No. Nevermind. You're, like, half the size of me, and if your junk is anywhere near the size of mine, I might get a complex."
"Good, because you weren't going to see it anyways," Brittany responds, mostly jokingly.
"Calm down, B. It's all yours." He puts his hands up in surrender. "Come on. We got a high score to beat on Rock Band." As he turns towards the living room, he notices that Santana looks a little surprised. "Seriously, bro. This is one thousand percent okay. No worries, alright?" She nods, and he claps her on the back a little harder than she expects, and she stumbles forward. They both laugh, she shoves him back, and that is the end of that.
After two hours, everyone is having fun, but Santana is yawning. Brittany still has one last plan for the evening that really isn't going to work if Santana is too tired. A few minutes later, Puck gets a call and suddenly has to leave—Brittany suspects a hookup is involved—and people start to realize that it actually is getting late. While it's the weekend, finals are quickly approaching, so everybody's got studying to do.
Not Brittany, not tonight. Tonight, she's got Santana. Once everyone is gone, Brittany tells Quinn that she promises she will clean up in the morning. Recognizing the glint in her eye, Quinn quickly texts Rachel to let her know she's sleeping with her tonight. As Santana looks around, about to start cleaning up, Brittany grabs her hand and pulls her to the bedroom. "Babe, we gotta clea—"
"Tomorrow." Yanking open the door, then kicking it shut, Brittany pulls Santana in and pushes her up against the door, pressing her lips to Santana's firmly. "Want you," Brittany moans into her mouth. She slows down the kiss a little before taking a few steps backwards. Santana goes to follow, but Brittany tells her to stay where she is. There's no music, but she isn't about to stop and fumble with the iPod. Positioning herself in front of Santana, Brittany starts to sway her hips to her ever-present internal rhythm. Slowly, she removes her clothing, piece by piece, watching Santana's body language shift rapidly.
As she starts to get hard, Santana adjusts herself, then takes two tiny steps towards Brittany like she can't stop herself. Brittany just smirks and turns around, pulling her skirt off and bending over much further than needed. Santana groans and licks her lips. That view. As Brittany slowly stands back up and turns around, Santana gasps. She is wearing a lingerie set that Santana has never seen before, but definitely hopes she will see again: black and white lace panties that accentuate the curve of Brittany's ass and a matching bra that pushes up her breasts tantalizingly. She almost doesn't want to take it off. Almost.
Taking one last step to close the distance between them, Santana reaches out and pulls Brittany's body into hers. "So sexy, baby," she husks. Brittany bites her bottom lip before placing a gentle kiss to her lips. Santana tries to deepen it, but Brittany pulls away before she can, sinking to her knees, keeping eye contact the whole time. Reaching up, she undoes the button on Santana's jeans before pulling them down, along with her boxers.
Brittany finally breaks eye contact to look at Santana's semi-erect dick. She places several small kisses to the head before taking it into her mouth. As she takes more and more of her length into her mouth, she hears Santana sigh happily above her. When she has taken as much as she can into her mouth, she sucks gently.
Santana's hands instinctively go to Brittany's head. Before she can worry about Brittany feeling forced, the blonde moans around her now fully-erect cock. She weaves her fingers into silky blonde locks. "Fuck, Britt. So good." A strand of hair falls into Brittany's face, blocking Santana's view of what Brittany is doing to her. She tucks it behind her ear before brushing her thumb over Brittany's cheek, holding her face gently. The tender contact makes everything feel even more amazing to Santana, and she quickly approaches orgasm. However, she wants to make Brittany feel good, so she stops her, pulling her to her feet and passionately kissing her. "You are so amazing," Santana mumbles into her mouth. Without breaking the kiss, she walks Brittany back towards the bed, kicking her pants off at some point.
They take a moment to remove the rest of their clothing before Santana gently pushes Brittany back onto the bed and kneels over the top of her. Brittany brushes her fingers across Santana's cheek. "You're so beautiful, Santana."
"I love you." It's the only way Santana can think to respond. She feels Brittany reach down and guide her cock into her tight, wet heat. Moaning, Santana presses her hips forward until she is as far in as she can go.
Brittany loves the feeling of Santana filling her. As Santana starts thrusting into her, she moans. Wanting more, she curls her leg around Santana's back, allowing her to slip a little further in. Santana leans down to kiss Brittany again, wanting to go even deeper, wanting to be even closer, wanting to make Brittany feel even better. She runs her hand along Brittany's other thigh before hesitating. "Do it, Santana," Brittany whispers, knowing what Santana wants.
She stills her thrusting, buried deep inside. "I don't want to hurt you."
"Baby, do you have any idea how flexible I am?"
At that, Santana swallows. She starts to gently lift Brittany's leg, and then Brittany takes over, pulling her leg back and placing it over Santana's shoulder. Santana slips even further inside, moaning at the feeling. Trying to calm the urge to come at the sight of Brittany like this, she takes a deep breath.
After a second, she starts moving in and out again. This angle has her brushing Brittany's g-spot on every stroke, causing Brittany to moan her name even louder. "Harder," she gasps out. Complying, Santana thrusts harder, alternating between kissing Brittany and pulling back to watch her dick disappear deep inside the blonde. "So close."
Brittany reaches between them and circles her clit. Santana is going to explode any second. "Baby, come with me," she whispers onto Brittany's lips. She feels Brittany start to shake and her muscles clench around her dick. She's so close that Brittany's orgasm pushes her over the edge. Burying herself as deep as she can, her hips snug against Brittany's, Santana comes hard. When Brittany's clenching pussy milks the last spurt of cum out of her, she collapses on top of the blonde, unable to hold her own weight anymore. They are both covered in a layer of sweat.
"That was amazing," Brittany whispers into her ear. "So amazing." She strokes Santana's hair away from her face before turning her head and kissing her cheek. They can both still feel the aftershocks in their bodies. Santana tries to prop herself back up, but Brittany holds her down."Stay inside just a little longer." Santana nods before recapturing Brittany's lips in a series of sweet kisses.
After a few minutes, she feels Brittany start to shiver beneath her. "You're cold, baby."
"A little."
"Let's get under the blankets." Propping herself up, Santana gently slides her now-soft penis out of Brittany. They get under the covers, and Santana pulls Brittany close, holding her tight to warm her up. "I love the new lingerie set."
"I thought you might. I wanted to do something extra for you."
"It was amazing. Today was amazing. I want to keep trying new positions. I like when we do that."
"Me too." Brittany hesitates for a moment. "Are there...other things you want to try?"
"What do you mean?" She kisses the back of Brittany's neck, urging her to continue.
Summoning her courage, Brittany asks, "Do you ever think about having a threesome?"
"What? No!" Santana takes a deep breath. "I mean...do you?"
"No! Not even a little bit." Brittany rotates in Santana's arms to face her. "I overheard Puck say something about how anyone with a penis wants a threesome, and I just wanted to make sure you don't want something you aren't getting."
"First of all, don't listen to Puck about anything that isn't football. Secondly, you are absolutely all I want. Ever. The idea of a threesome isn't even remotely exciting to me. Okay? Just you."
Brittany smiles brightly before leaning in for a kiss. "I love you so much. I'm glad you feel that way. I don't think I could handle watching you touch another girl."
"I couldn't touch another girl. I also couldn't handle seeing you touch someone else. So we're agreed, then. Just us."
Brittany nods, and Santana pulls her back in for a languid kiss. The kiss gets a little messy as they both start to drift off. Santana tucks Brittany under her chin and runs her fingers up and down her spine as she feels her muscles go slack and her mumbled "I love you"s turn into deep, steady breaths.
