Title: Above The Moon
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 10.2k
Summary: She really is here. Brittany is here, and you think over the past 10 years without her, trying to figure out how destiny didn't bring you back together sooner, but you guess it just wasn't the right time.
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So, you thought that a beach house in Montauk was going to be a nice place to stay as, to your knowledge, it's part of the Hamptons.
However, when the cab drops you all outside, bags on the sidewalk, you stare at the cabin in front of you and wrinkle your nose up. You can't help it, mostly because you're doing the exact same thing Rachel is doing and you hate being remotely similar to her as she's the most irritating specimen that ever walked this planet, but it's just not what you were expecting. You were thinking of big glass windows, white walls, and expensive furniture, and this is just… wooden and nothing like that.
It's also freaking overcast as hell and you haven't checked the weather report, but you're fairly sure it's going to rain and the combination of a freaking cabin by the beach that might as well be straight out of a Wrong Turn movie, and the fact there might be a hurricane warning, has all rendered every single one of you speechless. No-one has spoken since the cab rolled up, and you know exactly why.
Mercedes clears her throat, and your eyes slide to her down the line as you're all forming this sort of wall, everyone else doing the same. "Well, this is… interesting."
There's a long moment of silence where you watch Kurt twist his face up because he clearly wasn't expecting this either. He obviously didn't ask his dad much about this timeshare, probably because his dad is into politics and kind of assumed that came with money just like you and everyone else did, but apparently not, and you're still not sure if you're annoyed or if you want to laugh. This is an actual disaster and not what any of you are used to, by the looks of it as its dark and dingy and kind of gross.
You live the high life for a reason.
"Yeah, it's… cute," Rachel comments and clears her throat, rocking up on to the balls of her feet and stepping in front of the group with a too wide grin beamed at every person, but that makes you crack as even Rachel can't find a way out of this and she's queen of bullshit.
She's just staring with bared teeth in a forced smile, and that sight makes you tip over the edge and then you're laughing, Brittany's eyes shifting to you from the other side, and you glance at her, unable to stop yourself from laughing even louder when they meet as you see the same thing in her expression and she's not even trying to hide it either.
"Kurt, this is a freaking hole," you get out, and it takes a couple of seconds, but then he's bursting into laughter with tears in his eyes, Mercedes and Blaine join in, and eventually Rachel even breaks and then you're all looking like a bunch of lunatics out on the sidewalk with expensive luggage, heads thrown back, hands on stomachs as you chuckle away, but if you're honest, it's kind of nice. "I'm hoping it's better inside than it is looks on the outside or we're all screwed."
It's been such a long time since you've been in a situation like this as you usually research the places you stay when you go, but it's old school as it feels like years ago, when none of you were fancy or wealthy, and you're here for the weekend, so screw it. You're going to have to make the best of a bad situation as you can either laugh or cry, and you can use this for months to come against Kurt should you need to, so either way, you're good.
Plus, Kurt's actually laughing and crying, especially as you all grab your bags and haul up the short walk to the cabin, and that just makes it so much more amusing.
"I don't know any other way how to say it's weird and make it sound nice," Brittany chimes in and you throw her a grin, laughing as Kurt lets out a loud groan and gets the keys out, sliding it in and finding the creak of the cabin door louder than any of the sounds you guys are making, and that just throws you all into a giggle fit again.
But you're good, and you think you're going to like this vacation.
/
You shouldn't judge a book by its cover.
But it's really hard to do it when the book is a beaten up cabin that when you get inside, looks like something out of a horror flick with white sheets covering the furniture and all sorts of eery. It's also really freaking cold in here, but it is bigger than you expected so that's a (small) bonus, and so after all of you making several comments towards Kurt who just continues laughing through the tears, you silently and mutually decide to start sprucing the place up as much as you can.
You pull the sheets off the furniture with Brittany, stifling a giggle every time you meet her eye because she's just as amused by this whole situation as you are, and then arrange some of it with Mercedes before everyone heads upstairs to do the same to each of the five bedrooms.
It really is bigger than you thought, and there's light conversation as you all get to work making it look slightly nicer than before. Rachel just stands and delegates instead of actually doing anything useful which makes Blaine have a mini bitch out and that's super entertaining, too, but then it's two hours later and you're all slumping down in your spot as you come back downstairs to grab your luggage.
You fall to the couch, Brittany coming with you and your legs tangle as you lay opposite ends, and she nudges your ribs with her foot which makes you shriek and snap a grip to wrap around it, eyes locked. Kurt literally falls to the floor, Mercedes with him and Blaine takes an armchair whilst Rachel wanders over to the window, clearly not comfortable enough to sit down just yet. Not like she needs to either; that bitch did nothing to help.
She peeks out the curtain and clicks her tongue, and you lift up, using a hand to grip the back of the couch to look at her and she has the exact same expression on her face that she did out on the sidewalk. It's full of disgust, her nose in a permanent sneer and she's going to get wrinkles from how much she's frowning, despite being in the mid-twenties, but you just roll your eyes.
"What now, Berry?"
Rachel folds her arms over her chest and weaves around the dining table, twisting her face up more like it's going to jump out and cover her in dust. "It's raining," she answers.
Obviously, it's raining. Obviously now you're going to have to stay inside and find something to entertain yourself with, which there aren't many choices to do so as there's no tv in any of the many rooms, and you're sure there's only a handful of electrical sockets in the whole place. Charging phones is going to be a freaking bloodbath as everyone needs to be connected to the 21st century either due to reputation, profession, or just social media requirements.
Anyway, you shake your head and fall back down to the couch, peering down at Brittany to see her staring at you with a smile on your face, but you just listen in to Kurt speaking up from the floor, grinning back at her.
"We could play strip 21 or poker or something," he suggests, and you twist your face up. "I bought a few packs of cards."
"With Berry? I'd rather raw dog a beehive," you chortle and Brittany giggles as Rachel huffs loudly, Mercedes barking out a laughter from beside Kurt.
The only reason you're being like that is because you know Brittany's been self-conscious about her body with the whole pregnancy thing, and Kurt obviously hasn't taken that into consideration. You don't want her to do something she doesn't want to do, regardless of how beautiful she actually is, but you also can't tell her that without it coming across that you're hitting on her or acting inappropriately.
Even though you don't think flirting would be too bad, but since the whole Mercedes comment, you've kind of been on edge about it.
"It might be fun," Blaine chirps, and you know he's just trying to side with his husband, but it's just annoying.
"You may look like a butch Israeli girl, but I still don't wanna see the one eyed snaked hidden beneath those clothes I'm 95% sure you stole from the gay Broadway version of John Wick," you throw back and tilt your neck back against the sofa to see Blaine look all kinds of offended and scoff as he props himself up on his elbows and shoots you a glare. Everyone stifles giggles, but you just grin back at him, not giving a shit.
"What do you think we should do then, Santana?"
You grin and look back to Brittany who pinches her lips together and looks to the ceiling, the same idea popping into her head that comes into yours as her eyes snap back down to you with a smirk on her lips. You remember back when you were teenagers, there was a power cut in about ten blocks as a car hit one of the nearby power stations, and it left half the town without electricity for an entire night.
At the time, you were fifteen and had free roam as your parents were away for the weekend, but you and Brittany took full advantage of being in that situation. You used your time alone wisely, played Too Hot and a few more conversational games that ended up with you panting against each other's mouths somewhere in the house, and the sun was rising before you knew it as time went by in an instant.
That's something you need right now, the ability to speed time up so you can hopefully see sunshine and go find a beach tomorrow to get your tan on, but perhaps without involving Too Hot or even explaining that you did that. Maybe you can play Truth or Dare or the adult version to waste some time and Brittany smirks at you like she's thinking the same thing.
So you clear your throat and sit up properly, a devious grin on your face as you tilt your head to the side and glance at Blaine. You could totally play some games and stir some pots, and you think Kurt would be up for it as he suggested strip card games, and it would be incredibly entertaining to see what your friends have been up to in the last couple of months. Brittany seems to be nodding her head towards the unspoken idea that's in both of your minds and hell, it'll be fun.
"I've got an idea."
/
There's a liquor store a few streets away from the cabin.
You go with Kurt and Blaine, not bothering to get a cab as it's a short walk and you eye all the houses you wish you were staying in on the journey. When Kurt said Montauk, your mind shot to a wealthy area with large gates leading to a freaking mansion and that's definitely not what you walked in to.
You even Googled it before getting here, and you remember reading an article on how Montauk had the best ocean views on the island but you're not getting to experience that because you're in Narnia cabin that's bigger on the inside than the outside, and you were expecting the opposite. However you do remember reading it was also the end of the world and that's something you can definitely agree with.
Anyway, you stock up on liquor and regret not hailing a taxi on the way back as all your arms begin to ache, but you're halfway by the time you realise it and trudge on until you're back at the cabin. The others have moved the furniture around, lit some candles and made it look super cute in here, and it's weird because there isn't actually a power cut, by they're treating it like it is and you're cool with the unplugged theme.
You're vibing it.
Kurt and Blaine sort out the liquor whilst Mercedes settles down with Rachel, glasses in hand and you watch Brittany set up a little rug on the side, with enough space for two and you don't wait for an invitation. You go over to her, smile softly when blue eyes meet your brown ones and lower yourself to the ground. There is furniture around, but seeing as you've already tried the couch and that was like sitting on concrete, the floor seems far more appealing and well, you get to touch her here, so.
Everyone else thinks the same too, apparently, even Rachel who folds up several blankets before settling down and you all lean on the armchairs and couch instead, arms propped up. You've decided to have a drink tonight, as is everyone else and it's only because Brittany insisted you let loose and chill before the baby comes. Just because she's not drinking doesn't mean you shouldn't and you did argue, but she talked you into it.
"So, what we playing then?"
You'd only mentioned you knew a few games you play to everyone after Blaine asked you what your grand plan was, choosing not to share the information about some of them and how sexual they got with Brittany but you're sure they figured it out anyway. Rachel insisted you tell her, Kurt just stared with a smirk and that was when you suggested walking to the store to grab some more liquor as Mercedes bottle of champagne was only going to go so far.
So you clear your throat and lean forward, legs crossed, elbows on the side of your knees. You're not going to suggest all the games you played during that one power cut, as you think Too Hot would be far too inappropriate and is usually a game for just two, and instead think of the other ones. The ones which led you to get to know Brittany and half her life within hours, and you think that night was the one you fell in love with her.
Or at least realised. You think you somehow fell in love with her when she stumbled beneath the bleachers, upon recollection.
"Seeing as Brittany here needs to bond with you all," you start with a grin and Kurt's face drops. "I vote we play truth… Which is truth or dare, but we're not fourteen so we're leaving out the dare."
Mercedes chokes on the sip of her drink she takes. "Girl don't play with me," she fires back, spluttered, and bangs her fist to her chest. "This could get bitchy."
"It's just for fun," you wave off and slide your eyes to Brittany to find her giggling, then over to Kurt. "Or is there some things we don't want to share," you smirk, and Kurt looks to Blaine, who looks all sorts of suspicious instantly and you're just teasing, but if that's their reaction over a threat, this is going to be fun.
"Oh, I don't know, Santana," Rachel says, and your eyes snap to her. She's looking irritatingly smug, and you don't like it instantly. "Pretty sure you've got more skeletons in your closet than all of us combined," she throws back, and you're shocked that she'd even try to challenge you, but when you see a fresh glass of wine being poured, you realise she's already downed one. Just one and she's got the confidence of a stripper.
Still though, there's nothing any of them can judge you on with the dirty information you've gathered over the past few years, and it'll be amusing to see who gets shot down and in which order. They'll probably all try you – maybe not Blaine, but you don't know what he's capable of with a couple of beers in him – and you're fully ready for it. Plus, Brittany nudges you with her elbow until you look at her smiling face, and you know she's never going to judge you so what harm can really come from this?
You're gonna have some fun.
"You first then, troll."
/
So, you've exposed Mercedes and Blaine so far.
Blaine's was a bit of a low blow, but during one of his and Kurt's many 'breaks' that were always confused for 'break-ups' he fooled around with an interesting character in a gay bar, and he's never let that down, so when Blaine asked you who the most famous person you slept with was, you'd sniped back at him that you wouldn't reveal it, but at least it wasn't a Filipino drag queen and he shut the fuck up instantly. Kurt didn't look so happy with your comment, but after a couple of drinks the tension simmered away, and you've all laughed about it since.
Mercedes was amusing, as she once hooked up with one of Rachel's ex-boyfriends only hours after they broke up, and you revealed that when Mercedes asked you how many people you slept with. You weren't specific, and Brittany didn't blink an eyelid but it's just weird talking about the number when one of them is in the room, and to be honest, you were a little scared she'd be asked the same question, and you don't want to think about her with anyone else.
Naturally, Rachel had made a scene over the whole thing, even shedding a few crocodile tears like she cared about the guy until Mercedes profusely apologised, but you're entertained and none of them seem to hate you – they kind of expect this from you – and it's also helped that this is showing the Santana that Brittany wanted to see. You're the slightly tipsy brutal bitch that you are around your friends without her, and she's only smiling and laughing with you, so you don't think it's an issue.
Anyway, the questions keep flying, secrets keep getting exposed and it continues until there's at least a bottle of wine in everyone's systems, bar Brittany of course. You're not the only one who releases some venom and asks leading questions, as Blaine turned on Rachel and Kurt turned on Mercedes, and it was a metaphorical bloodbath which made you clap your hands and get a little too excited.
But then it comes back around to your turn, and you glance around the group, wondering if Rachel or Kurt are dumb enough to try it but instead, you feel Brittany shift and your eyes snap to her. She has asked a few questions, had a few of her own and the answers haven't been outrageous or anything, so you're cool.
Plus, you've learned a few kinks that she never used to have when she was a teenager and you're trying not to hang on to them, but now you know that she likes using toys sometimes and it's (literally and figuratively) hard to focus on anything else.
"I've got one," Rachel slurs and you smirk to yourself, leaning back to prop yourself up on one hand whilst the other grabs a drink and brings it to your lips. You've got so much dirt on this bitch and she's kind of the one you've been waiting for. "Who is…" She starts and you watch Kurt, Mercedes and Blaine lean forward, ears turned, and eyes trained on the situation, amusement obvious in their faces. "Out of the hundreds of women you've apparently slept with," she throws that in for a light jibe and oh, this is going to be so good. "Who was the best?"
Up until actually hearing the question, you were rifling through the many, many stories you've had to pay some asshole paparazzi off with to use as a retort. You were going from the one time she got caught in a Subway bathroom stall with a guy she'd just met and sung a duet with, and another when she flew a guy to LA after he sent just a photo of his shirtless body and ended up being some European runaway who catfished the hell out of her and yet she still had sex with him.
But then your mind processes her question, and the answer comes so quickly you almost laugh at yourself because there's really no contenders for first place, but it shouldn't be so easy and should you reveal it, it'll probably get awkward.
As much enjoyment as you were about to have for getting revenge on Rachel for whatever came out her mouth, now all you can think about is how you wish you'd gone a little easier, so it didn't happen so quickly. This question was bound to come, as it's kind of the elephant in the room and you won't lie, the more you've drunk, the less concerned you've been about flirting or touching with Brittany, and so you should've expected it as your friends have been sharing looks for the past hour each time you patted Brittany on the thigh.
You didn't though, probably because you've drunk enough now to lose at least half of your sense, and so you're suddenly put on the spotlight as everyone seems to know the answer too. Either from your obvious reaction, which is stunned silence and you've been over verbal so far to every question and quick with a response, or maybe because you've told enough people in this room that you've slept together more than a few times, just without the date of when those occasions happened.
Still, you know Rachel's doing this for a reason, and so you fake a smile, inhale through your nose, and shoot her a glare that doesn't match your expression, taking a long sip of your drink before replying with one word.
"Brittany."
You don't know who gasps the loudest. Everyone does, as they're probably shocked you're being so candid – even though you don't know what else they expected, you are a little drunk after all – but you can't focus on that because you can feel blue eyes burning into your temple. Brittany snapped her head around so quickly you're fairly sure she's going to have whiplash in the morning, but you're more concerned that she seems so… surprised, by your answer.
As if she doesn't know how good you two are in bed together.
"Bitch, you're just saying that because she's here and don't want to be rude," Kurt half-yells, waving his hand over and leaning forward but he's wrong. "Come on," he drags out the words, but you throw him a deadpan expression. "You've slept with that many women," he cocks his head to the side, flashing a smirk and well, he's just earned his payback. That Space Mountain story was just the start of the tales that involve his wizard sleeve of an asshole. "And you're telling me the person you lost your virginity to, who happens to be here when you get asked the ultimate question, also happens to be the best you ever had?"
If anything, that probably proves your answer more as you weren't lying when you told Mercedes you were comparing results. Half the motivation for hooking up that first night on your behalf was because you felt like you wanted to prove yourself and obviously the other half was due to the fact it was freaking Brittany, and you would've rather died than said no.
But as a teenager, you didn't know your way around a woman's body – only Brittany's – and that was shown with the few girls that came after her, which was super embarrassing, but you learned your ways. You developed, you grew, you read many karma sutra books and watched a lot of porn, and you became so confident in your skills in the bedroom, that it almost became boring hearing women screaming beneath you after a while and that's one of the reasons you're so casual when it comes to relationships and getting laid.
However, as you had evolved in your skill level, when you saw Brittany and she suggested going back to hers for a coffee after only spending a few hours together, you can't lie and pretend that you weren't entirely glad about being presented an opportunity to show her how you've changed. It seemed to work, as you both came back for more a few times after that – made obvious by the baby bump – and it's not because you have history, or because she's sitting right next to you, that's just the God's honest truth and that is the name of the game, after all.
She's the best you ever had, and you can't lie.
"We've obviously hooked up with other people since losing our virginities to each other, but that just proved it to me as we can compare then and now, so yeah," you agree and try to force nonchalance in your tone as you shrug and take a sip of your drink to punctuate your sentence. "The answer is confidently and without a doubt, Britt."
Out the corner of your eye, you see Brittany still staring at you, and it's strange because half of her face is still surprised, but the other side is something much darker. You're not actually sure what type of darkness, mostly because you can't bring yourself to properly look at her and see the truth for yourself, plus you're in a cabin with not much else to do after you all head off to your separate bedrooms and seeing as yours is opposite hers, you know the devil will try to tempt you in one way or another.
So you're good not to check, and pull your legs up to your chest, setting your drink back down and staring with a blank expression at all of your friends who are freaking gawking at you. Mouths open, eyes wide, and they're all sharing looks before returning their gaze back to you, but you don't get why this is such a big surprise. Brittany wouldn't be pregnant if you hadn't had sex and seeing as they're all aware of your history, and that Rachel obviously asked you that to see if you'd be honest, you don't understand it.
"Are you all satisfied?" You hiss when none of them makes move to stop reacting.
"God, no," Mercedes replies, and she begins laughing, sitting up to stare at you. "I have so many more questions now," she adds, and you roll your eyes, huffing loudly.
"Gotta wait for the next turn, bitch," you smirk back, and she wrinkles her nose up but then it twists again, turning more into something devious and cold runs through your blood. Shit. You know who's turn it is next and you've just given a reason to highlight that, and just as expected, Mercedes shifts her gaze to Brittany and you look away, knowing exactly what's going to follow now after your answer.
(Although you can't pretend you're not a little intrigued now.)
"Britt," Mercedes grins and yup, there it is. "Same question for you," she asks and Rachel, Kurt, and Blaine all lean forward, no longer gawking at you but staring intently at Brittany and fuck it, you do, too. "Who's the best you ever had?"
Brittany doesn't reply for a long moment, choosing to slide her vision to you, then around the group and you know she's going through the same thing you did in your head. You're not sure she's actually going to say you, but you're hedging your bets towards it. Although you are kind of panicking now as it may not be you and that'd be totally humiliating, but you've got half a bottle of wine in your system so you think you could handle it in this current state. Everything's a little fuzzy but you're warm, you're enjoying the night and that's going to continue regardless of the answer.
An answer you don't have to wait for, for too long, because Brittany shifts, tucks her legs beneath her and begins smirking, a confidence in her posture now. She's not one to get embarrassed easily, so you know her hesitation wasn't over the answer but more whether she should say it and you're having to suck your lips into your mouth to hide the smug grin threatening to stretch across your face.
Because it is you.
"Easy… Santana," she breathes and shrugs, just like you did, and for the second time, everyone gasps. Kurt and Blaine clutch at each other, Mercedes falls back to the floor giggling naughtily and Rachel stares open mouthed, blinking at you and Brittany like she can't believe either of you are being so honest, but this is the whole point of the game and you're not going to lie.
Nor are you going to feel embarrassed, so you ignore the rush of blood to your cheeks and you're about to ask Blaine to ask a question now, but then Kurt's leaning forward and obviously he has something to say. He felt the need to it when you answered, but you don't like it when it finally comes out.
"Yeah, but how many people have you slept with?" He asks Brittany and your body tenses. This is a question you were kind of hoping to avoid hearing the answer too, even if that's unfair and totally irrational. You have a past, and Brittany's very aware of it, but you just know it's not going to sit right when you hear it and that's the reason you were vague when you were put under the same spotlight earlier.
"We know Santana's covered at least half of LA's female population and more, so her being able to pick out a single one is like totally a big deal," he continues, and you throw him a glare, jaw clenching. Can't he just learn to shut the fuck up? "But what's your number, so we can compare the significance?"
You close your eyes, trying to find an internal zen as you're 3 seconds away from busting some balls, but then Brittany's talking and your vision snaps to her.
"Enough to be confident that my answer is still Santana, a thousand times over," she fires back, and her voice is strong and shit… You're kind of turned on.
Her eyes are burning into Kurt's her, her head cocked to the side but there's a soft smile on her face and you have zero doubt she's being totally honest, but you're still shocked. You were bold, but these are your friends and so you felt like you could be bold and yeah, they're kind of Brittany's friends too now but you didn't think she'd be like that, and the longer you look, the warmer your body gets as you swallow thickly and see her eyes flit to you quickly but holding strong in her response as everyone else gawks again.
She's always consistently and unapologetically herself, and that's why it's so damn hard not to–
"Girl, this is spicy," Mercedes sings and cuts off your thoughts, for which you're glad. You're not sure you want to complete that sentence, even in your head. "Can we just forget about the game and ask you guys about your past?" She asks and sits back up, crossing her legs and resting her elbows on her thighs, leaning forward. "Now that we're all tipsy as hell and you two are comfortable enough to answer shit like that, then this is totally the opportunity and we've all been dying to know the dirty details of how you ended up pregnant," she chortles, looking at Brittany.
You pluck a pillow of the couch behind you and throw it at her, and she dodges but you just join in with the laughter and you shake your head. "Shut up, Wheezy," you get out around chuckles and climb to your feet, noticing a few empty glasses. "Who wants another drink?"
A few of them nod their heads and then redirect their attention to pester Brittany who can totally handle them, and you take advantage of the distraction and wander into the kitchen, glad for a moment alone.
/
You bring back in a few bottles of liquor and by the time you return, there's a pack of cards in the middle of the circle and you realise the truth game has finished. They're onto something else and you settle back down on the floor next to Brittany, listening into the conversation going on as you put the bottles down, leaning in towards her to ask instead as you'd rather hear it straight from her then pick up on bits and pieces.
"What are we playing now?"
Brittany turns her head slightly, and you're not directly looking her as your vision is trained on Rachel and Kurt arguing about something, but your face is twisted too and now you're close. Closer than you should be, and you try to lean away but then her eyes are dropping, and her voice is hushed, so you guess she wanted you to be this close so she could whisper and well, she's looking at your mouth, so.
"I persuaded everyone to play strip 21," she says, and you gulp, not really hearing what she's saying but your mind is fitting bits together. "Seemed like you didn't wanna talk about our sex life and I can't exactly blame you," she adds on and yup, you get why she wanted to be this close to you. "And Kurt already started undressing and we haven't even started, so I think everyone's drunk enough not to care about the truth game or the fact I'll be a pregnant woman stripping which is so not hot," she giggles.
"You're always hot… and I don't mind," you reply and shrug your shoulder, clearing your throat and putting some more distance between you. Mostly because you are kind of happy that you're not going to have to answer any more questions as there's a heat between you and Brittany and no amount of alcohol is going to let you ignore that. Every part of your body can feel it and it's really not appropriate and she's obviously not feeling conscious about her body if she suggested the game. "They're just trying to get to me and it's not working."
"It's getting to me," she throws back instantly, and you can't control yourself when you snap your head all the way around until you're staring at her now and again, you're too close, but this is a conversation you'd rather your friends didn't eavesdrop on. "It's not exactly easy hearing how many people you've slept with," she admits and she's being bold again. Or maybe it feels more intense because you're kind of drunk, and you almost reel back but then her lips are moving again. "Nor is it easy being reminded of how good you are in bed, when we're here on a weekend vacation in a dark cabin with not much else to do, and for a few reasons, we really shouldn't even be thinking about it," she hushes.
All the blood drains out of your face and settles somewhere considerably more south of there. To the point where you need to shift your position so if you get a boner, it won't be showing and you clear your throat, forcing your body to lean back as your mind processes her words. She's literally reading your freaking mind and it shouldn't be a shock, but it is. You honestly never know what to expect with Brittany, but she just freaking gets you and that's one of the many reasons you're uncontrollably attracted to her.
You do have a lot of reasons why you shouldn't be thinking about it, including another blonde in your life that you should be getting turned on by instead, and thanks to the game of truth, Brittany now knows you slept together. She didn't visibly react, which concerned you but that led to another glass of wine on your side, and you eased off thinking about why she didn't seem to care because it bothered the hell out of you when she went on a freaking date with that sales rep.
Even she said that after the whole blowjob in the bar fiasco, and last week she said it wasn't easy being around you which you're vibing now hard, but when she says shit like that, you just melt inside. All sense and reason flies out your head and is swiftly replaced with urges you shouldn't want to give into. Urges that you know would mean you're playing with fire, but you're kind of a pyromaniac around Brittany and every part of you knows it.
"Your turn, Satan!"
You reel back so fast that you almost fall backwards, but then you flit your attention to Kurt who's sat topless, with Blaine taking his pants off beside him. Apparently during your chat with Brittany, they played a couple of hands and so you focus on that, listening to the rules that Rachel explains with a roll of her eyes – you guess she has probably said them a few times – but you nod and smile and throw back another glass of wine, ignoring the blue eyes that slide to you every two seconds thereafter.
/
Blaine's only got his boxers and socks on, Kurt's got a tie wrapped around his head, his pants off but shirt still on, Mercedes is topless and shoeless, and Rachel's got a cardigan on but only underwear beneath it. You're in a similar state of undress, with your shirt off but your pants still on, all other clothing gone bar your underwear and Brittany's got her freaking legs out – obviously – and has a shirt on.
The strip twenty-one idea is ridiculous, as you've only played a few hands and the rules dictate that if someone loses their hand, they have to remove a piece of clothing. It literally happens multiple times every hand, which is why it's only been half an hour and you're all sat around in barely anything. But you're also way too drunk to care, and due to your lack of clothing and how you're buzzing from enjoying your night, you've lost all focus on pretending to be super bitchy and actually become more chill.
Like your body isn't the only thing that's bare.
Only Rachel pointed that out, but then she said something about it being the 'Brittany effect' and you'd just thrown a pillow at her, pretending it was alcohol being to blame for you being generally easier to be around – you never get this drunk around them – but you think they're probably right.
Which is why you've been touching Brittany non-stop. She's been flirting with you, giving you lingering touches and holding your eyes for too long and you're pressed up against each other, watching Blaine take another round and realising he's got three more turns until full frontal nudity is in order. You're not going to lie, you think you'll stop the game at that point as you have zero interest in seeing what he's packing, so you know there is an end and if anything, that's only fuelling you to soak up as much of Brittany as you can whilst the alcohol is still to blame.
Obviously due to the pregnancy, she's not had a single drink and been nursing sodas and whatnot, but that's just making your inhibitions fade away faster as she's not rejecting anything you're doing. She's actually enjoying it as she's the one flirting most of the time and that's just Brittany. She's the same person she's always been, and you love that she's showing your friends that. She just fits in, and it feels right.
However, all good things have to come to an end, and this one happens in a way you never could've expected.
Blaine's about to win his hand, when there's a knock on the door and because Rachel got hungry half an hour ago and said she needed something to vomit up later, Kurt ordered a local Chinese. No-one actually knows what they've ordered as the menu was kind of blurry, but Brittany took control and ordered a mix of things, making sure there was vegetarian option for Rachel which made Rachel hug her for like 10 minutes, until you had to pry her off the blonde and hiss at her to ensure she stayed away.
Anyway, you watch Kurt cheer and get up as Blaine wins his hand and looks to Mercedes to ask her to remove some more clothing, and giggle lowly, watching her unsure of what to go for. Brittany nudges you and leans in and you gaze at her through glassy eyes, not even bothering to hide the way your face breaks into a grin when she gets close enough that you can smell her perfume. It's been making your head swim for the past couple of hours, and you should be used to it, but you're not.
"Make sure you eat," she whispers, and you scrunch your nose up at her. She's adorable when she looks after you. "Don't wanna have to hold your hair up whilst your throw up in the bathroom later," she adds but there's a grin on her face. She's teasing you.
Except you've been flirty, and she's so close you can see every part of her face in high definition despite the high blood alcohol level content coursing through your veins, so you can't help it when you come out with something suggestive. If she can do it, you can, too.
"It'd be a real shame if you had to look after me and stay in my room to make sure I don't swallow my tongue or anything," you smirk and Brittany giggles, but it's dark and she bites her bottom lip.
She's still so confident it's bizarre, even though she's always been like this, but you suppose that's why you're always so weak at the knees around her and were the same a decade ago. It's so refreshing to meet someone who matches your energy, and even though that side of you doesn't always come out around her as you're a wet rag, you have those moments and you've had some of them tonight, showing her the Santana she wanted to see.
Which apparently, has made her want to flirt with you and be super comfortable without the disguise of alcohol.
"That would be awful," she drones back, giving you exactly the same vibe that you threw at her, but this time, something changes. "Couldn't have my baby mama not making it through the weekend, so if it means sleeping in the same bed with you to save your life, I guess I'll have to," she shrugs but there's a dark smirk on her face and you almost actually swallow your tongue for other reasons.
Prior to this moment, when you've been flirting there's been a game going on and so someone's broken it with either their voice or by throwing an ice cube at you, but they're all distracted. You should've noticed that Kurt's been at the door for over a minute now, or that Blaine went to get plates and cutlery. You should've noticed that Mercedes has gone to pee and Rachel's typing away at her phone, so paying zero attention to you and probably texting either the stripper or the gigolo, but you didn't and that was your downfall.
Because now you're pretty fucking drunk, staring at the prettiest thing you've ever seen, and all urges are building higher and higher. They were climbing with the flirtation before, then tripled with the revelation that you two are the best you've ever had despite a lot of competition, and now it's brimming over the top and spilling down the edges. Something that you're yearning to feel but in a totally different way, because the only thing you can think of right now, blue eyes burning into your brown ones and holding them, neither of you talking or moving, but instead breathing super fucking loudly, is how much you want to kiss her.
You've had these moments before, in recent times as well as in general history, but this one is another top competitor because this tension is so intense. It feels like it's only you two in the room, like nothing and no-one else exists and you swallow thickly, acknowledging it when you look down to her lips slowly, then drag your gaze back to her eyes, and a smirk etches at her face.
She wants to kiss you, too.
You don't get to think about it or focus on Brittany or even do what you want to, because in a split second, you're broken apart by the sound of Kurt yelling loudly through the house. You reel back, unable to stop yourself from peering around and feeling like a deer caught in the headlights as Mercedes and Blaine come back in, Rachel looks up from her phone and Brittany peers over her shoulder, just in time for Kurt to come bounding in with his eyes, terror stricken and wide and his expression contradicting the cheeriness coming out his mouth.
"Guys, we have a surprise!" He screeches and you frown, wondering what the fuck is going on as he looks like an insane person, but when you hear another voice, it all clicks into place.
"Surprise!" A feminine tone rings through your ears and for the second time in two minutes, the blood drains out your face.
Your eyes dart behind Kurt as he moves around the sofa, and the breath is ripped from your chest as you watch none other than Mona, freaking walking through the door, holding a bag over her shoulder and her vision firmly locked on to you. She grins, and you choke, your body moving on automatic as it leans swiftly away from Brittany and you're scrambling to your feet, thinking you've been caught a little too close to your ex when your new girl has just walked through the freaking door.
Because fucking Mona is here. She's here in fucking Montauk, crashing your vacation and you have no idea how to react because you didn't know she was coming.
Didn't she say she was working this weekend?
You have no fucking clue and you're wondering how she knew where the house was as you didn't tell her and oh yeah, you thought she declined the invitation, but then you quickly look around the room and find Rachel smiling guiltily up at you, all evidence of a drunken haze gone as she looks like she's to blame for the slip up. How, you're not sure, but that doesn't fucking matter right now because Mona's coming around the sofa, taking off her soaked jacket, dropping her bag on it and throwing her arms around your neck and pulling you into a hug.
"Hey, babe," she whispers and strokes a hand down the back of your hair before moving to your shoulders, steering your body for you until she's staring and kisses you softly, just once on the lips, but you're totally frozen. The only reason you even know you're still alive is because you can hear your pulse roaring in your ears, but all other sense have completely gone, and you don't know your right from your left right now.
"Don't look too happy to see me, Santana," Mona giggles, eyes flitting around nervously and that kicks you into action when you realise you're not acting like you should as this should be a nice surprise, but it doesn't feel like it.
"No, of course I am," you blurt out, blinking and shaking your head rapidly, trying to regulate your heart rate but you're hoping it's evident that you're a little drunk as you stumble, gripping on to her hips and alarmingly aware of how you're touching this blonde and not the other one.
Who's shifted away from you, still on the floor, and has her knees tucked to her chest, arms wrapped around them.
"I just wasn't expecting you to come," you get out and try to sound happy about it, but you don't think it works because Rachel has to chime in, clearing his throat, bouncing around the room, and drawing all attention to her. For once, you're glad she has that irritating ability because you need a minute to collect yourself. Maybe another drink too so you can adjust to the fact you're in a position you really didn't think you'd be in and it's beginning to set in that this is the first time Brittany's going to meet Mona and you have no control over it.
Now you're remembering reasons to be pissed at Rachel. She's such a fucking asshole.
"I stole your phone and asked Mona to text me when we were at the office last week," Rachel explains and where you're sure she meant well, as she still looks guilty as fuck and you're feeling your body heat up with anger. Can't she keep her beak of a nose out of your freaking business for once? You don't know why you're friends with her sometimes.
"So I called my boss and got a few last minute vacation days," Mona picks up on the story, her arms draped around your shoulders now and you bob your head, trying to understand this but it's not really clicking now, even if the shock is seeping away. "Thought I'd come surprise you," she adds on and this time, you breathe out a smile, knowing it comes across as genuine as Mona grins in response, but you know you need to get to the formalities and remember the manners your parents taught you and introduce everyone.
Apparently, she knows Rachel, so you don't even bother with her. If you talk to her, you think you're going to take her head off and pretend like this isn't a big deal. It's totally weird and you even fucking said that to Brittany when you talked about it, but back then it seemed like an impossibility, so you didn't think more of it. Which, you should've done, and you just get more infuriated with the thoughts, so you make yourself slip into forced normality and slide to Mona's side, arm wound around her waist and turn to face your group of friends.
"That's Kurt, Blaine, and Mercedes," you say and point to each individual, who all wave and Rachel leans in to join, but you flash her a glare that makes her stop dead in her tracks, awkwardly dropping her hand out the air.
You take in a deep breath, taking a step back to gesture down to Brittany quickly, before hooking your thumb into your back pocket. You can't even register that everyone's still half dressed, and you also haven't explained that, but you'll get there and frankly, you're trying to skip over the introductions as you've unwittingly saved the hardest until last and the last time you were talking to Brittany, you were thinking about kissing her and there's a reminder literally in your hands of why that's not a good idea.
Or at least a reason why you shouldn't have even considered in the first place.
"And this is Brittany," you say and clear your throat, instantly hating yourself for not being cool about this but knowing it's too far gone. Maybe you can pass it off as not wanting Mona to think you were about to engage in a really weird orgy. It could be mistaken for that.
"Oh my God," Mona steps away from you and bends into a crouch, pulling Brittany into a hug that you stare, wide-eyed at. Brittany barely even moves or hugs her back, but quickly kicks into action and throws her arms around her before Mona's reeling away and looking at her. "It's so nice to finally meet you… I've heard so much about you," she says, and you just continue gawking. You can't actually bring yourself to do anything else.
"Are you okay? Are you getting evening sickness?" Mona quirks and your eyes snap down to notice Brittany's skin has changed colour as her eyes dart up to you, then back to the other blonde. "You look a little pale and some of my friends who have had kids never got it in the morning," Mona continues explaining but you just let out a stuttered breath as Brittany replies.
"Maybe," she laughs out but there's no amusement in her tone and you think you're the only one who notices as nobody reacts.
So you don't either, swallowing the urge to twist your face up as Brittany glances at you quickly and Mona gets back to her feet, coming back to your side but bobbing her head and seeming completely oblivious to what she just walked in on, or the fact that Brittany definitely isn't pale because she's feeling nauseous. She's feeling it for the same reason you are, and you don't know how to behave now.
What the fuck are you supposed to do?
"So, what are we playing?"
Your vision snaps to Mona, and you know she's chill so she's not considering that the orgy was a possibility, but Kurt's looking at you like you need to handle this but you're still shell-shocked. You're still not really in the room, and not because of two bottles of wine anymore, and so Rachel – who is now fully aware this is a difficult situation and all her fault – takes up the lead again and comes over to hug Mona, taking her out of your grasp and getting her to side beside her.
"It's so nice to finally meet you… We're playing strip twenty-one," she says, and you just stand there, watching everyone try to seem normal and take their seats back on the floor but you can't.
Mona just flashes you a grin, eying the spot on the floor beneath your feet and shrugs before taking her shirt off and showing everyone the side you get to see of her, saying she needs to jump start this game and join right in without any hesitation. It's one of the sides that attracted you to her in the first place, the thing that you knew would make her gel with all your friends as she's confident and fluid, but you just weren't expecting this. You don't know how you could've prepared for it.
But you know you've got to act fine now, so you exhale and find an internal zen, lowering yourself back down on the floor and considerably further away from Brittany than you were before, and everyone goes back to the cards.
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The night draws to a close pretty quickly after Mona's arrival.
It is late, so you all finish off your drinks before mutually agreeing it's time for bed before anyone gets stark naked as you play a few more hands, too. Everyone has their designated room and now you're seriously regretting occupying the one directly opposite Brittany's as you now get to stay in your room with Mona. Seeing as you've had sex, that's probably on the cards tonight and you've got this dread in your stomach now, making each of your steps heavier because Mona's loud, the walls are thin as hell, and you really didn't want to be in this position.
Still, it's not like you can find a way out of it and head upstairs first, saying goodnight to all your friends and kissing them on the cheek, even doing the same to Brittany who holds your eyes and tells you to sleep well, and you tug Mona upstairs and into the room.
Naturally, it goes as expected, and within minutes you're both naked and pressed against each other, but you're feeling drunk enough not to feel guilty about this, even though you make a point of choosing doggy style for the session just so her screams are muffled. It doesn't last for long, and you blame it on the alcohol as you're kind of surprised you even managed to get it up, but Mona falls to the bed and you fall to the side, twisting to lay on your back and stare at the ceiling.
You're not much of a cuddler, so it's strange when she tucks into your side, but you suppose you're technically now probably officially dating as she's come here for the weekend vacation, so you wind your arms around her sweaty back and let her kiss the underside of your jaw. People who are just seeing each other don't do that and you shouldn't be overthinking this as the only reason you are is because of Brittany, and you're not dumb enough to pretend like it's not but you two aren't together.
The flirting was just flirting, and you aren't going to act like that in front of Mona which probably means you're doing something bad, but you haven't had the relationship talk yet and so there's nothing to feel guilty about.
So you drop a kiss to Mona's head, tug the sheets over the both of you and it takes an hour or so, but you fall asleep.
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Bit of a sticky situation... What do you think?