Sunlight hits Santana's face, and her eyes slowly flutter open. For once, she wakes up feeling completely rested and without the urge to go back to sleep. She feels something slowly caress her hand and turns around in Brittany's arms, only to be met with beautiful blue eyes. "Mmm, this is a nice way to wake up," Santana hums. They are still outside, having fallen asleep on the deck in a mass of pillows and blankets. Both girls are still naked and more comfortable than they have ever been.
"I couldn't agree more," Brittany sighs happily, loving the feeling of the smaller girl's bare body pressed against hers. Then, she groans. "I don't want to get up, but we have school."
"Do we have to go?" Santana pouts.
"Well, I wouldn't want to get my girlfriend in trouble now, would I?"
Santana's heart skips a beat at the sexy smirk on her naked girlfriend's face. "Uhh, right. Did you bring a change of clothes?" Jeez, even after all this time with Brittany, the blonde still gets her flustered so easily.
"Nope. I was hoping to borrow some from you."
"Brittany," Santana scolds lightly, although she can't help but imagine the blonde in her clothes. So hot.
"Come on! Let's get ready!" Brittany exclaims, suddenly ripping off the comforter.
Squealing at the cold air, Santana clings to Brittany more tightly. "Britt!" she whines.
The taller girl swiftly stands up, tugging on Santana's arm.
"Alright, alright. I'm coming!"
Still naked, they finally make it to Santana's room, and Brittany starts rummaging through her closet. "Ooh, can I wear this?" she teases, pulling out an open-back, low-cut, extremely short black dress and putting it in front of her body to model it.
Santana gulps as she envisions the leggy blonde wearing the dress. It would probably barely cover her ass and boobs, or not at all. "Maybe something a little...more?"
Rolling her eyes playfully, Brittany puts the dress back to look for something else. "Oh! You know what I just realized? I need some clean underwear too, seeing as how you made me ruin mine."
The blonde's back is turned, so Santana doesn't even try to hide her blush.
"Ooh, this will do perfectly." Brittany smirks as she shows her find: a red, lacy g-string. The blonde doesn't wait for an answer—not that Santana is in any state to give one—and slowly slides the material up her legs, keeping her eyes on her girlfriend the whole time.
Mesmerized, Santana's eyes follow the thong—her thong—as it moves closer to its destination. She lets out a small moan when it finally reaches Brittany's pussy, which she can tell is already slick and waiting for her. "Maybe we should take a shower before school?"
"Hmm, I really like how this—" Rubbing herself through the underwear, Brittany closes her eyes and bites her bottom lip. "—feels. Is it silk?"
"Um, I uh, I don't know?" the brunette squeaks. She is hypnotized by the way Brittany is moving her fingers in strong, slow, tight circles, undoubtedly right on her clit.
"Well, I hope they aren't, because I'm pretty sure I'm ruining them." The blonde smirks as she sees Santana slowly lose it. Her breathing gets heavier, and her already dark eyes turn almost black. Santana's fists are clenched tightly, most likely to keep herself from grabbing the blonde and mounting her.
"Why don't we take a shower?" Santana suggests again. "You know, since we didn't take one last night and all."
"Why didn't we?" Brittany pretends to wonder as she stops touching herself to stalk towards Santana, then lean in to whisper, "Oh yeah, because you were too tired from me fucking your pussy until you screamed."
Unable to take the teasing any longer, Santana practically lunges at Brittany, smashing their lips together. It would have been painful had they not been so aroused. "Shower. Now," she growls.
In response, Brittany deepens their animalistic kiss and hoists her up, Santana's legs wrapped around her waist as she carries her to the en suite bathroom. They clamber into the tub, where Brittany presses the brunette up against the cool wall harshly.
"Fuck!" Santana hisses as her head hits the wall hard, though it doesn't distract her much from her need for Brittany.
"Sorry! Sorry!" The blonde panics, thinking she hurt her girlfriend. One of her hands quickly moves to Santana's head, which she rubs soothingly. "Are you okay?"
"Brittany," Santana pants. "Just fuck me. Now."
The blonde's expression immediately changes from concerned to lustful. She smirks and slowly removes the only article of clothing she has on and throws it somewhere behind her. Then, Brittany swiftly closes the curtain and turns on the water. "Now, where were we?"
Spending her morning with Brittany makes Santana so fucking happy. After shower sex, they rush to put clothes on before Quinn comes to her house as per usual. When Quinn arrives, one look at their wet hair and goofy expressions tells her just how well their date went. "Spare me the details. I'm driving."
"Details? Why would I tell you the details of how hot Santana and me fucking in the shower this morning was? Or how last night, she came riding my face? That's private shit, Quinn."
"B-brittany!" Santana sputters as she blushes furiously.
"La la la la!" Quinn sings loudly as she plugs her ears and runs to the car.
Brittany just smirks and takes Santana's hand. "After you, babe." She winks, opening a door in the back.
"Nope! Nuh-uh. You're sitting up front, Santana. I do not want you two copulating in my backseat!"
The Latina rolls her eyes but does as she says. "So what's up with you, Q?"
"Yeah, how's Sam? Are you guys a thing already?" Brittany pipes up from the backseat.
"Well, he may have asked me to be his girlfriend, and I may have said yes," Quinn says coyly.
"What?! Why didn't you tell me?" Santana screams, startling Quinn, who quickly jerks the steering wheel.
"Jesus! Don't you have an indoor voice? He asked me last night, and I thought you two would be busy."
"Damn straight! But I'm happy for you, Q, really."
"Thanks, Britt."
"So how far have you let him go?" the tallest girl asks nonchalantly.
"Brittany!" Unable to look at her friend, Quinn just glares at the road.
Santana chuckles. "She probably hasn't even kissed him yet."
"I have so!"
"Yeah right. You haven't even been to second base, like, ever," Brittany adds.
Quinn keeps her eyes on the road, but red seeps into her creamy complexion.
"Oh. My. God. You totally did it with Sam!" Santana exclaims, leaning over the center console to see her face.
"We didn't do it, Santana!"
"Holy shit, she did!" Brittany accuses, leaning over the shoulder of the driver's seat.
"Stop teaming up on me!"
"We can't help that we make such an awesome team," Santana gushes, reaching backwards to hold the blonde's hand.
"Mhm, and teasing you is just so much fun!"
Quinn groans. "Ugh, I swear you two were made for each other."
"Yeah," Brittany agrees, shooting an adoring glance at Santana, who smiles back at her. "But don't try to change the subject."
"Oh look, we're at school! Now you two can go back to pretending you aren't in love with each other," Quinn snarks, swiftly pulling into a parking space and practically jumping out of the car.
The two girls glance at each other but look away awkwardly as soon as their eyes meet.
"So maybe we should—"
"Brittany, I—"
A loud knock on the window interrupts them, and they simultaneously look at Quinn, who is mouthing "Let's go!" at them.
"Later," Santana promises and smiles.
Exiting the car, they join their friend. As soon as they walk into the school, the three of them are bombarded with confetti.
"What the fuck?" Brittany hisses, swatting away the colorful pieces of paper.
As the air clears, they see Puck standing in the middle of the hallway, most of the school several feet behind him. The second he opens his mouth, Brittany wants to punch it closed.
It's undeniable that we should be together.
It's unbelievable how I used to say that I'd fall never.
As Puck continues to serenade her, Santana stares at him incredulously. Next to her, Brittany is rolling her eyes, and Quinn doesn't know whether to laugh, stop what is happening, or simply walk away.
One, you're like a dream come true.
Two, just wanna be with you.
Three, girl it's plain to see that you're the only one for me.
At that, Brittany steps forward with clenched fists and a locked jaw, but Quinn quickly stops her and shakes her head.
Four, repeat steps one through three.
Five, make you fall in love with me.
If ever I believe my work is done, then I start back at one.
When Puck strums the final chord of the song, the crowd erupts in applause. "He probably paid them to do that," Brittany scowls, talking to no one in particular.
"Careful Blondie, you look like you're going to pop a blood vessel," Puck sneers at her, and Brittany's eyes narrow at her girlfriend's ex-boyfriend.
"Don't worry. He's nothing," Santana reassures her.
They watch as Puck takes a bouquet of roses from some kid, then makes his way over to the three girls. "Santana, I'm sorry for the way I treated you. You are the best thing that ever happened to me, and I shouldn't have let you go. Please be my girlfriend again and go to Homecoming with me?" He smiles his most charming smile and presents the flowers to her.
As Santana looks at him, arms crossed and unamused, his smile falters, and he drops to one knee.
"What are you going to do, propose?" Brittany snorts derisively.
"Fuck off, Pierce," Puck says without looking away from the Latina, whom he is still smiling at. "So what do you say, San?"
"No."
"What?"
"Puck, when are you going to get it? I never liked you that way. I'm sorry, but I didn't, and I don't now."
There is a pregnant pause, during which everyone watching holds their breath. After a second, Puck sighs and stands up. "It's a shame, Lopez, that you don't want to get on this. Still, I have hope you'll come to your senses. So I'm going to keep trying, because I think we'd be amazing together if we were actually honest with each other. We have something, San, I know we do."
"She said no, Puckerman," Brittany growls, stepping in front of Santana.
"I heard, Blondie. Just think about it, S." He winks before turning away and disappearing into the crowd.
Santana exhales loudly. "I wish he would just stop trying." She rolls her eyes, visibly annoyed.
"What a fucking pathetic little weasel," Brittany spits out.
"I thought it was kind of sweet. I didn't know Puck knew that many words," Quinn half-jokes.
"It was pathetic," Brittany counters.
"It doesn't matter what it was. I don't like him. I like Brittany, a lot." Santana trails off, lost in thought, those three words on the tip of her tongue yet again. "And no amount of flattery or flirting from Puck or anyone else will change that."
The bell rings before either of the blondes can respond.
"Looks like it's European History time."
Back in Glee Club at the end of the school day, applause fills the room as the music dies down.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
The couple on the floor shares a passionate kiss.
"Oh, quit with this lovey-dovey stuff. No one wants to see or hear it!" Mercedes calls out.
"You're just jealous," Tina replies as she continues to canoodle with Mike after serenading him.
"Ugh. This is so lame," Santana groans.
"Yeah. This, plus the fact that Puck keeps leering at you, makes me hate this club even more."
"So hot," Santana whispers.
Brittany stops scowling at the mohawked douche to look at her girlfriend. When she does so, she is met with dark brown eyes staring down her shirt and teeth biting at a plump lower lip. "What?"
Santana slowly drags her eyes up to Brittany's and leans forward to whisper in her ear, "I know I said I wish he'd stop trying, but if you get this sexy, jealous look on you every time he glances at me, I don't think I mind having him around." She lightly bites her earlobe, and Brittany whimpers pathetically. As Santana smirks and pulls away, she feels a hand squeeze her leg dangerously high.
Brittany doesn't know exactly how to respond. All she knows is that she wants Santana. Now. "You're being awfully conspicuous right now," Brittany whispers back, her hand slowly moving upwards.
"I could say the same for you."
They are sitting in the back row and off to the side, so any other Glee Club member would have to actually look directly at them in order to see what they are doing. The only exception is Quinn, who is sitting right next to them. "Can't you guys just wait until you're alone? Is it really that hard?" she hisses.
Brittany stops her hand, which is resting an inch or two away from the apex of Santana's now-trembling legs. "I don't know. Can you wait, San?" Brittany teases.
Mustering all her willpower, Santana exhales, picks up the blonde's hand, and moves it to Brittany's own lap. "Barely."
"Corny ass horn dogs," Quinn mumbles before directing her attention back to Mr. Schue, who is in the middle of saying something.
As soon as Santana's focus is on the teacher, she feels Brittany's hot breath on her neck once again. Trying valiantly to ignore her girlfriend and concentrate on their teacher, the Latina crosses her legs and squeezes her thighs together.
"Can I come over after school, San?"
"Uh-huh," she replies, subconsciously leaning into Brittany.
However, when a pale hand cups her core harshly, she practically leaps out of her seat with a little yelp. Brittany quickly retracts her hand, just before everyone looks back at them quizzically. "I, uh, Q-Quinn pinched me really hard," Santana stutters, her face getting redder and redder from embarrassment and arousal.
"Why would she do that?" Rachel asks, confused.
"She was falling asleep." Quinn shrugs innocently.
"Y-yeah. I haven't been getting a lot of sleep because, you know, cheerleading and stuff."
"Well, try to stay awake, Santana. Anyways..." Will starts droning again.
Once everyone else's attention returns to the front of the room, Brittany leans in to whisper in her girlfriend's ear again. "You'd better get a lot of sleep now, San, because we're going to be up all night," she says slowly.
Santana gulps and grips her seat so tightly she fears she might break it. If Brittany keeps this up, she is going to expose them both.
Santana is surprised to realize that she is okay with that.
