"Mmm," Santana hums softly, half-asleep. She can feel soft pressure tingling all over her face.
Something nudges at her cheek, and she wakes up a little more, though she keeps her eyes shut tight.
The pressure increases, and she is now conscious enough to identify them as kisses. "Mm Britt," she groans, "five more minutes." She absolutely adores this feeling.
"Come on, San, time to wake up. The golf course opens at 10, and it's 9:40."
"Mmm, but you're so warm and comfy." Santana tightens her arms and snuggles in deeper.
"God, now I don't want to get up," Brittany mumbles.
Santana does a mental happy dance, but it's cut short when she suddenly flies into the air, screaming. "How did you do that?!" she pants, short of breath from the sudden action and at the fact that she is now being carried bridal style by her girlfriend.
"I-I-I work out!" Brittany sings, then gently sets her down.
"You're such a dork," the brunette laughs, playfully rolling her eyes.
"But I'm your dork, right?" Brittany asks, biting her lip shyly.
Santana's breath hitches at her cuteness. "Yeah, you are." She subconsciously licks her lips. The way the blonde is biting her lip is making Santana's libido kick in, early in the morning.
"You should see the way you're looking at me now," Brittany comments, noticing the sudden change in her girlfriend's face as dark eyes get darker. She can't help but think that Santana's previously cute bedhead now looks undeniably like sex hair.
"If it's anything like how you're looking at me, I'd say I look pretty damn hot."
With that, their lips connect heatedly, and their hands start roaming, both of them desperate to show their passion after their perfect date and finally becoming girlfriends.
"Not so tired now, are you?" Brittany teases after Santana lets out a loud moan.
"Just shut up and kiss me." She prevents Brittany from replying by quickly shoving her tongue into the blonde's mouth. Now, it's Brittany's turn to moan.
"Hey!" someone shouts. Suddenly remembering that other people exist, the two girls part quickly to see a guy running towards them. "What are you doing here? This is a private club!"
They leap into action as they realize that they are definitely trespassing right now. "Run!" Brittany yells, picking up the blanket. Santana grabs the pillow, and they take off in a sprint. Despite being spotted, neither of them is worried. The guy isn't that close, and he's so heavyset he definitely can't jump the wall. As they run away, they're unable to hold back their laughter. "Go go go!"
"I'm gonna get you damn teenagers!"
When he's still about 20 yards away, they leap over the wall and dash into the car. As Brittany jams the keys into the ignition and punches it, Santana grabs the comforter from her and stuffs it, along with the pillow, in the back. They continue to howl with laughter as Brittany drives. When she thinks they're at a safe enough distance from the angry man, she pulls over.
"That was fucking hilarious!" Santana pants out between bursts of laughter. "That was seriously the most fun I've ever had!"
"What?" Brittany gasps incredulously.
They let themselves calm down before speaking again, so as not to die from oxygen deprivation.
"No way. I'm sure you've done tons of fun things," Brittany says when she can breathe again.
"Nah, my life's pretty boring and unfulfilling. At least, it was."
"Well, you'd better hold onto your sombrero, because now that you're dating this chica, I'm going to make sure you're always happy and having fun." Brittany winks at her.
"Okay, I'm going to let go of the fact that that was a little racist, because I'm super excited about that last part."
"I got us off to a good start, though, right?"
Santana leans over the center console to kiss her (she's really liking that she can do that whenever she feels like it). "I already told you, B. Best first date ever."
"I promise we'll see each other later today, babe," Brittany says. They are now parked around the corner from Santana's house.
"But I don't want to go home." I want to spend more time with you.
"I don't want you to go either, but we don't want your parents to get suspicious."
"Ugh, fine."
"Besides, we're hanging out with Quinn later to tell her about us, remember?"
"Can't we do that tomorrow? Let's just hang out, the two of us, today," Santana says lowly, stroking up and down Brittany's arm.
"San..."
"Come on, B." She starts slowly kissing up her neck. "We've got plenty of time to tell her."
"Ugh," Brittany groans, her eyes fluttering shut. "Are you trying to seduce me, Ms. Lopez?"
"Mmm," she hums before stepping up her game, nipping harshly at her pulse point.
"Ohhh, ohh, okay, stop. Stop."
Santana lets her lips linger at Brittany's collarbone. "You really want me to stop?"
It takes all of Brittany's resolve to stutter, "Y-yeah. Yes."
The brunette pouts before pulling away, looking very dejected.
"Baby, it's not that I want you to stop. It's just that we should."
"Hmph." She continues to pout.
"Last night, you said you wanted to tell Quinn about us. That's a huge step, San, and I can't help but be a little excited, but if you really don't want to, I understand."
Santana's demeanor shifts, and she looks away from Brittany.
"Hey, what's wrong?"
"I don't know. I just, I always feel like you're trying so hard for us, and I'm not at all. Like, I want to tell people about us, but I'm just so scared, and I just feel like I'm holding you back."
Brittany reaches out and gently turns Santana's chin so that she can look into her beautiful brown eyes again. Her heart breaks a little at the sadness she finds there. "San, don't you ever think like that. You're not holding me back, I promise. I know you're scared, but this is scary, which is why we can take baby steps. Quinn won't judge you, and I think it'd be good for you to have another person supporting you, but if you're not ready to take that step yet, it's okay."
"No, I want to. I do."
"San," the blonde says skeptically.
"I am scared, but I feel like I'm ready. I want to tell her."
Brittany examines the smaller girl's face. "You're not just doing this for me, right?"
"No! Well, it's partly for you, because I want to make you happy. But it's also for me. I may not know exactly who I am, but I know I like you. A lot. I want people to know that you're taken by me. Not that I'm possessive or anything," Santana quickly adds, although she clearly is. "I want to take this step, and eventually, maybe I'll be able to tell everybody."
Brittany swoons a little. "How can you say you're not trying hard? If you're really sure, then let's tell Quinn."
"Okay."
"So I'll see you later?"
"But I don't want to leave."
"Babe, I'll see you in, like, a couple hours."
"Fine." Santana leans in again, hoping to make out a bit more.
"No, S! If we start, I won't be able to stop."
"Exactly." She winks.
Brittany gives her forehead a baby peck. "Nope. Now go. I'll text you when I get home."
"Ugh, fine." Sighing, she gets out of the car, but not before turning around quickly and kissing Brittany's lips by surprise before dashing out.
From Britt: Ask Quinn to hang out now!
Santana has been holed up in her room for the past hour. After coming home, her parents asked her how the party had been. She simply answered, "Just as bad as the other ones," to which her mother replied, "Well, that's what you have to put up with to stay on top." Then, Santana went to her room and locked the door, dejected and frustrated by her parents' attitude. Luckily, texting Brittany has cheered her up a little.
To Britt: Okay.
To Quinn: Wanna hang out?
From Britt: Don't worry. I'll be right there with you. We'll just hang out for a little, and when you feel like you're ready, you can tell her. Or I can tell her. Whatever you want :)
She sighs out loud, a happy sigh. Brittany is just so perfect. Never before has someone understood and supported her so completely or made her feel so wanted.
To Britt: No, I want to tell her. Thank you for being so awesome :)
From Britt: Only for you babe ;) Actually, yeah, I am pretty awesome :P
From Quinn: Sure, but Britt's coming over too. Think you can handle it? ;)
To Quinn: Yes bitch.
Okay, maybe she shouldn't be so mean to her, but this is just how they talk.
From Quinn: Then come over, and try to control yourself on my couch this time, slut.
See?
"Hi," Quinn says when Santana walks into her bedroom.
"Hey. Is Brittany here yet?"
"Jeez, eager much? What's up with you and Britt?"
"What? Nothing!" Santana replies instinctively as she sits at Quinn's desk chair.
"Well, you two looked pretty tight at the car wash."
"We were just talking."
"Right," Quinn drawls.
As an awkward silence falls, Santana feels and looks progressively more guilty and nervous.
"Are you okay? You seem a little—"
"I'm fine!" she snaps.
Before Quinn can reply, the door opens. "Hey guys! Door was open, Q," Brittany informs her, waltzing in and immediately plopping onto the bed next to Quinn so that both blondes are facing Santana. "Hey San, how's it going?" she asks with a sly grin.
"Alright," she responds. Brittany makes her feel simultaneously weaker and stronger. While she feels completely vulnerable under those blue eyes, at the same time, she feels a rush of comfort now that Brittany is in the room. "What about you?"
"Pretty great, actually. I had a killer night."
"You didn't have an insane amount of sex last night, did you?" Quinn asks tiredly. At her comment, Santana blushes a little.
"Nope, I was strictly PG." Brittany smiles toothily. "Actually, PG-13, but y'know, I'm usually X."
"Congratulations B, you were family-friendly for one night," Quinn quips.
Brittany outright laughs while the lone brunette gives a small smile. She's nervous and wants to get this over with.
"So what do you guys want to do?" Quinn asks.
"We could watch another movie?" Brittany suggests.
"Actually, I kind of have something to say," Santana interjects quietly.
Silence.
"Okay. What is it?" Quinn asks after about a minute.
After taking a deep breath, Santana blurts out, "BrittnIardatng!"
"Brittany what?" Quinn asks.
Santana coughs. "Brittany and I are dating," she whispers, barely audible.
Quinn leans forward slightly. "S, you've got to enunciate."
"Holy fuck, Quinn. Me. Santana. Dating. Relationship. We are together, secretly," Brittany says loudly and slowly.
"What?! Ahhhh!" Quinn squeals loudly. "Oh my god!" After leaping off the bed, then jumping up and down in place, she tackles Santana off her chair and onto the floor. "Oh my god, finally!"
"Shit, Q, you're going to burst my eardrums," Santana groans, trying to wriggle out from underneath her.
"I knew it!" The small blonde gets off Santana to jump onto Brittany as she continues squealing "I knew it!" until she's too tired to continue.
Brittany and Santana can't help but smile at her antics. Who knew Quinn Fabray had so much energy?
"See, I told you it wouldn't be that bad," Brittany says, helping Santana onto the bed next to her, then holding her hand.
"Yeah, you're right," she agrees, looking at Brittany bashfully. Brittany really wants to kiss her right now.
"Ugh, you guys are so cute. Details. Now. When did this happen? How did it happen?"
"Umm, Friday? Yeah, Friday," Brittany confirms after Santana nods in agreement. "I was washing my motorcycle, and Santana saw me in a bikini and couldn't help h—"
"Okay, too many details, Britt!" the brunette quickly cuts her off.
Quinn ignores what might have been said. "It's been three days, and you're only telling me now?!"
"Well, San wasn't really ready yet, and—"
"And I was kind of pissed at you on Friday."
"Yeah, and at the car wash, we were...preoccupied." Brittany smirks.
Suddenly, Quinn's eyes go wide. "Hold up. When I called you, Britt, were you two...?" More smirking and blushing. "Seriously?! Ugh." She shakes her head.
"Yeah, and then Berry had to go fuck it up." Santana rolls her eyes.
"Wait, what? Rachel Berry? What did she do?"
"She may have seen us making out," Brittany replies, "but she'll keep her mouth shut."
"Rachel keeping her mouth shut? How'd you manage that?"
Santana groans loudly as Brittany grins. "Well, Santana here agreed to join the Glee Club as long as Rachel doesn't tell anyone or ask any questions."
As expected, Quinn bursts out laughing. "Santana? In Glee? You're both in Glee? Oh my god, this is the best day ever."
"Yeah yeah, shut your trap, Blondie," Santana says to her.
Suddenly, the laughing girl turns serious. "Really though, I'm happy for you guys, and I'm so proud of you, San. I'm glad you told me, even if Rachel Berry knew before me."
"Thanks, Q." Santana hugs her lightly.
"Aww, group hug!" Brittany exclaims before wrapping both of them in a bear hug.
After a few seconds, their hug is interrupted a phone playing "Swagga" by Datsik & Excision.
"Cute ringtone, babe," Santana chuckles. Quinn lets out another squeal at the term of endearment.
"Hey, it's a good song! Don't judge." Answering the phone, she says, "Hello? Right now? But...okay, I'll be right there."
"What's up?" Santana asks after she hangs up.
"My mom wants me home right now, apparently," Brittany pouts.
Santana is about to lean in for a kiss, but she still feels a little self-conscious about kissing Brittany in front of other people. Trying to get a little privacy, she instead says, "I'll walk you out."
After squealing again, Quinn calls towards Santana's retreating back, "You'd better come back! We're not done talking!"
Holding hands, Santana and Brittany walk downstairs as slowly as possible. "You're really going to leave me to deal with Quinn alone?" the brunette asks half-jokingly.
"You can totally handle her, babe. I really don't want to go, though."
"Will you come back later?"
"I'll try, but it depends on what my mom wants. I'll definitely text you, okay?"
"Okay," she sighs.
They give each other a sweet goodbye kiss before Brittany leaves, and Santana begins her treacherous journey back up the stairs.
"Alright San, talk. How is it being in a relationship with Brittany?" Quinn asks as soon as she steps into the room.
They both get comfortable on Quinn's bed before Santana replies, "It's so awesome, Q. We went on a date last night, and it was...it was absolutely perfect."
"Aww, what did you guys do?"
"She took me to Class, where she had this whole private room set up for us, because she knows I'm insecure, and she paid for the whole meal and everything." Quinn squeals again. "Then we went to mini golf, and I totally kicked her ass, because, well, you know how good I am."
"Yes, of course." She rolls her eyes.
"Anyways, some bitch hardcore hit on her, and she didn't even bat an eyelash. She totally shot her down!"
"That's great! Well, not for that girl, but you know what I mean. Wait, was the girl hot?"
"Oh yeah, definitely."
"Definitely, huh?" Quinn raises her eyebrows suggestively.
It dawns on Santana that she actually had found the girl pretty attractive—not as attractive as Brittany, of course, but still. Maybe she is gay after all. "No one compares to Britt," she says simply.
"Aw, look at you getting all sappy! Okay, so what else happened?"
"After I had some words with the bitch, we drove to the middle of nowhere to a golf course, and she took out a blanket, and we cuddled and looked at stars and talked. Then, we kind of just fell asleep cuddling."
Quinn squeals for the millionth time. "That's so romantic! You two are so cute! Ugh, I wish someone would do that for me."
"Who knows? Maybe Sam."
"Maybe. He is a really nice guy, and I do like him."
For a while, they just sit in silence, each girl lost in her own thoughts.
"So, you're really cool with it? Me and Brittany, I mean?" Santana knows she is, but something in her needs to make sure.
"Of course I am! I've been pushing this since day one, before you even admitted you liked her. I'm 100% cool."
"Q, you're the best friend ever." Santana hugs her tightly.
"I know. Now get off. You should be hugging your shiny new girlfriend," Quinn teases.
"But you're seriously so awesome! I would totally date you if I wasn't so in love with Britt," Santana says jokingly.
"You're in love?!"
Santana freezes, and her heart stops for a second. What did she just say?
