Fic: Girl Games
Title: Girl Games [ 1/1(?) ]
Pairing: Brittany/Santana
Rating: PG-13
Summary: When Brittany was the New Girl. How their friendship began and changed. All kinds of Fluffy.
Spoilers: No spoilers.
Disclaimer: don’t own glee
Note: Because I live to read SulkyGeek's fics and I write for her :)
After Christmas break, when class resumed, Santana Lopez grudgingly returned to the school routine. She was in grade eight and already grasped the concept of popularity and the way the social world worked. She’d spent her break shopping with Quinn and Kelli in the day, and hanging out in Noah Puckerman’s basement at night.
In all honesty, life was good but pretty boring. Whenever the girls went over to Noah’s, they usually sat on the couch and did their nails - gossiping while Noah, Kev and Finn took turns shooting virtual people on playstation. Despite the fact it was an overall lame activity, the co-ed concept made the girls look cool - and everyone else in class lived in envy.
Santana lived to be envied. So, she went with it.
The first day back, there was a new girl in class; she was introduced by Mrs. Finlay as Brittany. New girl was pretty, had good hair and was well dressed - but she was also pretty quiet. Santana didn’t often take interest in the quiet ones.
At lunch, she saw that annoying Rachel Berry chick approach New girl. Berry had this tendency to talk really loud and use words teenagers only on Dawson’s Creek would use - so, she found out that New girl was a dancer and her family had just moved there.
Now, Santana wasn’t big into charity, but she knew that New girl was too good to get sucked into the social suicide that would come out of being friends with Rachel Berry: so she saved her.
“Hey,” Santana walked over to the pair that stood at the entrance of the cafeteria - interrupting Berry mid-sentence.
“We were having a conversation, Santana,” Berry huffed.
“The new girl looks bored, man-hands,” Santana rolled her eyes and turned her attention to the blonde, “Are you bored?”
“I don’t really understand anything she’s saying,” Brittany answered honestly, blinking twice in confusion.
“That’s why hanging out with me is a good thing - I will contribute to the development of your vocabulary,” Rachel smiled proudly.
“Slash get slushied in the face every day in high school next year and have no other friends,” Santana forced a fake smile and did that bitchy head-nod thing. She looked at New girl again, “Why don’t you come sit with Quinn, Kel and I over there.”
“Nice talking to you,” Brittany offered Rachel a smile before following Santana.
“You don’t actually have to be nice to her,” Santana commented.
“She looks homeschooled,” Brittany stated.
“That’s funny,” Santana giggled, “I want you to repeat that when we get to the table - Quinn will love that. She hates Rachel Berry.”
--
Brittany was still pretty quiet, but it didn’t bother Santana. She didn’t do that creepy quiet thing some people do - and she always responded when spoken to. She wasn’t awkwardly quiet or anything like that. In fact, she was the perfect kind of quiet, thought Santana.
Well received by the girls, Brittany began hanging out with the trio regularly. Kelli was going to do high school at a private school, so Santana insisted that Brittany would fill her place in their trio - and Kel was cool with Brittany being her successor.
Those four girls were the first to be asked to every dance and had boys trailing behind them at all times. They had all discovered eyeliner and lip gloss and developed attitude already - they were ready for high school.
Kevin started “going out” with Brittany while Noah, or rather, Puck (he came to school one Monday and decided he’d change his name) started “going out” with Santana. Finn and Quinn were hanging out - but due to her bizarre devotion to her faith, they took the slowest baby steps into anything ever.
They ran that school. Girls sucked up to them, whispered about them and learned what jealousy was because of them. Boys also sucked up to them and discovered hormones as they lusted after them. They did well on their group projects. It was usually divided like this: Quinn wrote the report, provided by the research from Kelli, before Santana produced the visuals. Brittany provided the workspace, did the printing and offered beverages and nourishment to the actual laborers - she didn’t really excel academically and everyone was okay with that - she was still an asset to the group. Life was pretty great.
Then, one day, things got weird. When they left class, Quinn would usually walk with Finn; while Kelli would walk with whatever guy she was interested in that week - and Brittany would walk with Santana.
That day, while Santana was applying lip gloss at the end of class, Brittany got up and walked out with Kevin. It was weird.
Santana’s heart sunk at the sight and she forgot how to breathe. After a heartbeat, Puck scooped up her textbook and waited to walk with her. She was relieved, socially, that she didn’t look ditched - that she had Puck - but it didn’t feel right. It didn’t felt right because she knew she got ditched by Brittany.
After school, Santana didn’t wait for Brittany. She dipped so fast. Brittany felt a radiating ache in her stomach at the thought. Santana hadn’t passed a single note to her all day - then, she just bailed?
What she didn’t know was that Santana got her ass home to indulge in her suck-attack. She turned up angsty girl music and cried because she was having a lot of feelings and for whatever reason they all rooted back to the Brittany incident.
Brittany freaked out a little inside. She needed to fix things.
The next day, Brittany was especially nice and paid all her attention to Santana, pretending nothing weird happened the day before. She walked with her to classes, passed her funny notes (making fun of the uglies and/or Rachel Berry,) and even linked their arms during their break. Santana accepted it and went with it. It felt good again.
That evening, Brittany had dinner at Santana’s. After their meal with the family, she and Santana watched a movie in the basement. Sometime in the middle of Audrey Hepburn and Cary Grant’s Charade, Santana slid down on her side and found her head in Brittany’s lap on the couch. Instinctively, Brittany’s arms opened invitingly - before her palm smoothed over Santana’s arms down to settle at the dip before her hip. There was a strange, warm humming in their bodies from the contact. They decided they really liked Charade - and that particular position…especially when it came to movie-watching.
A couple weeks later, the whole group was at the park one afternoon. Puck and Finn were throwing around a football, when Kevin came by to sit with Brittany. Santana was conversing with Quinn, when she saw Brittany turn her attention to Kevin. In her peripheral, she saw Kevin awkwardly lean in for a kiss from the blonde - as her heart did that sinking thing again. Santana’s throat got dry and her palms got sweaty.
Then, she saw Brittany offer him a smile and felt an uncomfortable flush through her body. Santana began to act weird again.
A song later, blasting from the ipod deck they brought out with them, Santana faked a migraine and bailed. She needed out of this situation; she needed to ditch the feeling taking over.
Brittany did not fail to notice Santana’s abrupt departure. She sighed, experienced a chill and moved away from Kevin. She proposed a walk with the boy. When they were far enough from everyone, she broke up with him for no other reason than, “I don’t think this is working.”
And it wasn’t. It wasn’t hard for Brittany to see that what drove her best friend away from her was her semi-satisfying pseudo-relationship with this boy she didn’t have any real deep interest in.
Kevin was heartbroken, but he would get over it. His family was moving to Canada next year anyway.
--
Weeks passed, Santana and Brittany fell into a more normal routine again. Santana didn’t “break up” with Puck, but he was always put on the back burner. He was cool with that as he spent all his time away from Santana trying to pick up older chicks already in high school. Santana didn’t really care because he left her alone and carried her belongings for her at school.
The thing about Brittany and Santana was this: they became a joint entity. If you were to invite Santana, it would be assumed that Brittany was her plus one or vice versa. They consulted with each other over every event as well as what they would wear to the mall.
This carried on for several years.
--
Much time elapsed, and the girls were fifteen. They were in high school, both on the Cheerios with Quinn as their captain. They still kept in contact with Kelli, meeting up with her once a month to watch a movie or do some shopping - but the trio was essentially Brittany, Santana and Quinn. The shaming of Rachel Berry carried on into high school - it was something consistent they could all count on.
One day, after a party, Puck got drunk and tried to get it on with Santana. When she refused him, he called her a “lesbo” - probably referring to her unnaturally close friendship with Brittany.
Santana froze at the accusation. She felt an unpleasant tension tighten the length of her back and narrowed her eyes at her pseudo-boyfriend. And maybe it was out of guilt or fear, but she made a bad decision that night: she gave it up to Puck.
The next week, Santana acted weird - and it wasn’t because she finally did the deed and lost her virginity - it was because, deep down, she felt like she had committed some kind of betrayal to Brittany. She acted weird, because she decided against telling Brittany.
But Brittany was no idiot. This time, Brittany felt her heart sink.
It was a pretty ordinary Tuesday night when Santana came over. The two sort of half-assed their homework assignments and just kind of read magazines, listened to music and chilled. Brittany was particularly quiet - and Santana felt off.
But they were too addicted to each other to try and be apart.
Then, it occurred to Brittany, that this was probably not normal. She hadn’t bothered “going out” with anyone in a couple of years…and it really bothered her that Santana was still with Puck. Santana sure didn’t act like she cared about him - why was she “dating” him?
So, she finally spoke, “Santana?”
“Yeah?” She responded without looking up, paging through a magazine.
“Why are you with Puck?”
Santana closed the magazine and sat up. “I don’t know,” she shrugged.
“Like, do you love him? You never talk about it.” Brittany stared blankly out the window.
“I slept with him,” she didn’t really know where that came from, it just kind of fell out of her mouth.
“Oh,” Brittany’s heart sunk. Her face changed, and she was flushed of all colour.
“I guess I just kind of feel like I should…” Santana tried.
“When?” Brittany asked.
“Last week or maybe a couple days before then.”
“You didn’t even tell me,” Brittany almost choked, “So that’s why you’ve been weird.”
Santana felt the sting. Her heart broke seeing Brittany’s eyes well. It was no wonder she felt guilty about the whole thing - of course it felt like betrayal; because she clearly, in her poor decision making - betrayed Brittany.
“I’m sorry,” was all Santana had left. Her whole body felt numb.
“Santana,” Brittany cleared her throat, overcome with emotion and realization, “The last time I dated a boy, you freaked out whenever I got closer to him. You did. I got that. We never talked about it. We never talk about a lot of things - and you’re the closest person to me in the world. I broke up with Kevin back in grade eight because of you and never dared to do it again because I was afraid of what would happen - I never wanted to lose you.”
“Brittany,” Santana moved over to sit next to Brittany who was leaning against her bed on the floor. Both their knees were up and Santana looped her arm through Brittany’s. She sighed and said, “Sometimes I think I’m too attached to you.”
“We’re best friends.”
“We’re fifteen years old.”
“I love you.”
“I’m scared.”
They were so close, so calm and so honest. Santana looked into Brittany’s eyes and felt her heart constrict in her chest - she felt a stir in her belly.
“Of what?” Brittany refused to look away.
“I don’t like a lot of people - sometimes I wonder if I love anyone. My parents piss me off, the rest of my family is ok - I’m supposed to love them, but I’m not always so sure,” Santana took a breath, “But then, there’s you. You’re the only person in this world I know I love for sure.”
“Oh,” Brittany couldn’t fight the smile - that seemed kind of inappropriate at the time. She also couldn’t stop the tears that started to silently drip down her face.
“Britt, this is weird, but I didn’t want to sleep with Puck. I didn’t want it to be him - but I thought that maybe…wow, this sounds insane…”
“What?”
“I thought maybe I’d feel that thing I’m supposed to feel with someone you’re dating - if I did it. Nothing happened. It was weird, awkward and, y’know, it kind of hurt,” Santana looked away, finally breaking the contact. She stared straight ahead, “You’re my best friend, I love you - but I think I feel way more -“
“You want to kiss me,” Brittany stated. Santana remained silent and turned her head to look at the blonde, who - despite being a notorious space cadet - got something big before her.
“Is that what it is?” Santana felt warm. Brittany slowly turned towards her, and there was this energy that surged with every movement and intensified as the moment lengthened.
“I think so,” Brittany nodded before she went for it. Just like that, she kissed her, on a slant - her lips came down and brushed Santana’s.
There was electricity. They stared at each other. It was so quick.
“Do it again,” Santana whispered. Brittany leaned in again, kissed her and slowly moved away again. Her eyes still shut - as she absorbed it all - the floating feeling and the blood pulsing in her veins. Santana needed more, she cupped Brittany’s face and kissed her deeply; slowly and surely.
Brittany’s eyes widened, pupils dilated with desire, “I liked that.”
“Me too.”
“I want to do it again,” Brittany moved, stood on her knees looking down at Santana, who unbent her legs and straightened them against the floor. The blonde took it as an invitation, and straddled Santana. There was another wave of heat as Brittany felt Santana knees came up to support her back before she cupped her face and brought her mouth down again.
Their kisses started short and slow; both feeling their hearts fill from the moment, and then their kisses lengthened as their mouths began to open and their tongues met.
Santana wimpered; this is what she wanted. And Brittany knew it. She had been waiting for it to happen. And here it was - happening.
“It’s always been you,” Brittany kissed Santana’s forehead.
“I’m definitely too attached to you,” Santana sighed, “And now it’s only going to get worse.”
Brittany giggled and kissed her again. They talked enough tonight.
[end.]
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*note: There is possibly a second part to this. What do you think?
Pairing: Brittany/Santana
Rating: PG-13
Summary: When Brittany was the New Girl. How their friendship began and changed. All kinds of Fluffy.
Spoilers: No spoilers.
Disclaimer: don’t own glee
Note: Because I live to read SulkyGeek's fics and I write for her :)
After Christmas break, when class resumed, Santana Lopez grudgingly returned to the school routine. She was in grade eight and already grasped the concept of popularity and the way the social world worked. She’d spent her break shopping with Quinn and Kelli in the day, and hanging out in Noah Puckerman’s basement at night.
In all honesty, life was good but pretty boring. Whenever the girls went over to Noah’s, they usually sat on the couch and did their nails - gossiping while Noah, Kev and Finn took turns shooting virtual people on playstation. Despite the fact it was an overall lame activity, the co-ed concept made the girls look cool - and everyone else in class lived in envy.
Santana lived to be envied. So, she went with it.
The first day back, there was a new girl in class; she was introduced by Mrs. Finlay as Brittany. New girl was pretty, had good hair and was well dressed - but she was also pretty quiet. Santana didn’t often take interest in the quiet ones.
At lunch, she saw that annoying Rachel Berry chick approach New girl. Berry had this tendency to talk really loud and use words teenagers only on Dawson’s Creek would use - so, she found out that New girl was a dancer and her family had just moved there.
Now, Santana wasn’t big into charity, but she knew that New girl was too good to get sucked into the social suicide that would come out of being friends with Rachel Berry: so she saved her.
“Hey,” Santana walked over to the pair that stood at the entrance of the cafeteria - interrupting Berry mid-sentence.
“We were having a conversation, Santana,” Berry huffed.
“The new girl looks bored, man-hands,” Santana rolled her eyes and turned her attention to the blonde, “Are you bored?”
“I don’t really understand anything she’s saying,” Brittany answered honestly, blinking twice in confusion.
“That’s why hanging out with me is a good thing - I will contribute to the development of your vocabulary,” Rachel smiled proudly.
“Slash get slushied in the face every day in high school next year and have no other friends,” Santana forced a fake smile and did that bitchy head-nod thing. She looked at New girl again, “Why don’t you come sit with Quinn, Kel and I over there.”
“Nice talking to you,” Brittany offered Rachel a smile before following Santana.
“You don’t actually have to be nice to her,” Santana commented.
“She looks homeschooled,” Brittany stated.
“That’s funny,” Santana giggled, “I want you to repeat that when we get to the table - Quinn will love that. She hates Rachel Berry.”
--
Brittany was still pretty quiet, but it didn’t bother Santana. She didn’t do that creepy quiet thing some people do - and she always responded when spoken to. She wasn’t awkwardly quiet or anything like that. In fact, she was the perfect kind of quiet, thought Santana.
Well received by the girls, Brittany began hanging out with the trio regularly. Kelli was going to do high school at a private school, so Santana insisted that Brittany would fill her place in their trio - and Kel was cool with Brittany being her successor.
Those four girls were the first to be asked to every dance and had boys trailing behind them at all times. They had all discovered eyeliner and lip gloss and developed attitude already - they were ready for high school.
Kevin started “going out” with Brittany while Noah, or rather, Puck (he came to school one Monday and decided he’d change his name) started “going out” with Santana. Finn and Quinn were hanging out - but due to her bizarre devotion to her faith, they took the slowest baby steps into anything ever.
They ran that school. Girls sucked up to them, whispered about them and learned what jealousy was because of them. Boys also sucked up to them and discovered hormones as they lusted after them. They did well on their group projects. It was usually divided like this: Quinn wrote the report, provided by the research from Kelli, before Santana produced the visuals. Brittany provided the workspace, did the printing and offered beverages and nourishment to the actual laborers - she didn’t really excel academically and everyone was okay with that - she was still an asset to the group. Life was pretty great.
Then, one day, things got weird. When they left class, Quinn would usually walk with Finn; while Kelli would walk with whatever guy she was interested in that week - and Brittany would walk with Santana.
That day, while Santana was applying lip gloss at the end of class, Brittany got up and walked out with Kevin. It was weird.
Santana’s heart sunk at the sight and she forgot how to breathe. After a heartbeat, Puck scooped up her textbook and waited to walk with her. She was relieved, socially, that she didn’t look ditched - that she had Puck - but it didn’t feel right. It didn’t felt right because she knew she got ditched by Brittany.
After school, Santana didn’t wait for Brittany. She dipped so fast. Brittany felt a radiating ache in her stomach at the thought. Santana hadn’t passed a single note to her all day - then, she just bailed?
What she didn’t know was that Santana got her ass home to indulge in her suck-attack. She turned up angsty girl music and cried because she was having a lot of feelings and for whatever reason they all rooted back to the Brittany incident.
Brittany freaked out a little inside. She needed to fix things.
The next day, Brittany was especially nice and paid all her attention to Santana, pretending nothing weird happened the day before. She walked with her to classes, passed her funny notes (making fun of the uglies and/or Rachel Berry,) and even linked their arms during their break. Santana accepted it and went with it. It felt good again.
That evening, Brittany had dinner at Santana’s. After their meal with the family, she and Santana watched a movie in the basement. Sometime in the middle of Audrey Hepburn and Cary Grant’s Charade, Santana slid down on her side and found her head in Brittany’s lap on the couch. Instinctively, Brittany’s arms opened invitingly - before her palm smoothed over Santana’s arms down to settle at the dip before her hip. There was a strange, warm humming in their bodies from the contact. They decided they really liked Charade - and that particular position…especially when it came to movie-watching.
A couple weeks later, the whole group was at the park one afternoon. Puck and Finn were throwing around a football, when Kevin came by to sit with Brittany. Santana was conversing with Quinn, when she saw Brittany turn her attention to Kevin. In her peripheral, she saw Kevin awkwardly lean in for a kiss from the blonde - as her heart did that sinking thing again. Santana’s throat got dry and her palms got sweaty.
Then, she saw Brittany offer him a smile and felt an uncomfortable flush through her body. Santana began to act weird again.
A song later, blasting from the ipod deck they brought out with them, Santana faked a migraine and bailed. She needed out of this situation; she needed to ditch the feeling taking over.
Brittany did not fail to notice Santana’s abrupt departure. She sighed, experienced a chill and moved away from Kevin. She proposed a walk with the boy. When they were far enough from everyone, she broke up with him for no other reason than, “I don’t think this is working.”
And it wasn’t. It wasn’t hard for Brittany to see that what drove her best friend away from her was her semi-satisfying pseudo-relationship with this boy she didn’t have any real deep interest in.
Kevin was heartbroken, but he would get over it. His family was moving to Canada next year anyway.
--
Weeks passed, Santana and Brittany fell into a more normal routine again. Santana didn’t “break up” with Puck, but he was always put on the back burner. He was cool with that as he spent all his time away from Santana trying to pick up older chicks already in high school. Santana didn’t really care because he left her alone and carried her belongings for her at school.
The thing about Brittany and Santana was this: they became a joint entity. If you were to invite Santana, it would be assumed that Brittany was her plus one or vice versa. They consulted with each other over every event as well as what they would wear to the mall.
This carried on for several years.
--
Much time elapsed, and the girls were fifteen. They were in high school, both on the Cheerios with Quinn as their captain. They still kept in contact with Kelli, meeting up with her once a month to watch a movie or do some shopping - but the trio was essentially Brittany, Santana and Quinn. The shaming of Rachel Berry carried on into high school - it was something consistent they could all count on.
One day, after a party, Puck got drunk and tried to get it on with Santana. When she refused him, he called her a “lesbo” - probably referring to her unnaturally close friendship with Brittany.
Santana froze at the accusation. She felt an unpleasant tension tighten the length of her back and narrowed her eyes at her pseudo-boyfriend. And maybe it was out of guilt or fear, but she made a bad decision that night: she gave it up to Puck.
The next week, Santana acted weird - and it wasn’t because she finally did the deed and lost her virginity - it was because, deep down, she felt like she had committed some kind of betrayal to Brittany. She acted weird, because she decided against telling Brittany.
But Brittany was no idiot. This time, Brittany felt her heart sink.
It was a pretty ordinary Tuesday night when Santana came over. The two sort of half-assed their homework assignments and just kind of read magazines, listened to music and chilled. Brittany was particularly quiet - and Santana felt off.
But they were too addicted to each other to try and be apart.
Then, it occurred to Brittany, that this was probably not normal. She hadn’t bothered “going out” with anyone in a couple of years…and it really bothered her that Santana was still with Puck. Santana sure didn’t act like she cared about him - why was she “dating” him?
So, she finally spoke, “Santana?”
“Yeah?” She responded without looking up, paging through a magazine.
“Why are you with Puck?”
Santana closed the magazine and sat up. “I don’t know,” she shrugged.
“Like, do you love him? You never talk about it.” Brittany stared blankly out the window.
“I slept with him,” she didn’t really know where that came from, it just kind of fell out of her mouth.
“Oh,” Brittany’s heart sunk. Her face changed, and she was flushed of all colour.
“I guess I just kind of feel like I should…” Santana tried.
“When?” Brittany asked.
“Last week or maybe a couple days before then.”
“You didn’t even tell me,” Brittany almost choked, “So that’s why you’ve been weird.”
Santana felt the sting. Her heart broke seeing Brittany’s eyes well. It was no wonder she felt guilty about the whole thing - of course it felt like betrayal; because she clearly, in her poor decision making - betrayed Brittany.
“I’m sorry,” was all Santana had left. Her whole body felt numb.
“Santana,” Brittany cleared her throat, overcome with emotion and realization, “The last time I dated a boy, you freaked out whenever I got closer to him. You did. I got that. We never talked about it. We never talk about a lot of things - and you’re the closest person to me in the world. I broke up with Kevin back in grade eight because of you and never dared to do it again because I was afraid of what would happen - I never wanted to lose you.”
“Brittany,” Santana moved over to sit next to Brittany who was leaning against her bed on the floor. Both their knees were up and Santana looped her arm through Brittany’s. She sighed and said, “Sometimes I think I’m too attached to you.”
“We’re best friends.”
“We’re fifteen years old.”
“I love you.”
“I’m scared.”
They were so close, so calm and so honest. Santana looked into Brittany’s eyes and felt her heart constrict in her chest - she felt a stir in her belly.
“Of what?” Brittany refused to look away.
“I don’t like a lot of people - sometimes I wonder if I love anyone. My parents piss me off, the rest of my family is ok - I’m supposed to love them, but I’m not always so sure,” Santana took a breath, “But then, there’s you. You’re the only person in this world I know I love for sure.”
“Oh,” Brittany couldn’t fight the smile - that seemed kind of inappropriate at the time. She also couldn’t stop the tears that started to silently drip down her face.
“Britt, this is weird, but I didn’t want to sleep with Puck. I didn’t want it to be him - but I thought that maybe…wow, this sounds insane…”
“What?”
“I thought maybe I’d feel that thing I’m supposed to feel with someone you’re dating - if I did it. Nothing happened. It was weird, awkward and, y’know, it kind of hurt,” Santana looked away, finally breaking the contact. She stared straight ahead, “You’re my best friend, I love you - but I think I feel way more -“
“You want to kiss me,” Brittany stated. Santana remained silent and turned her head to look at the blonde, who - despite being a notorious space cadet - got something big before her.
“Is that what it is?” Santana felt warm. Brittany slowly turned towards her, and there was this energy that surged with every movement and intensified as the moment lengthened.
“I think so,” Brittany nodded before she went for it. Just like that, she kissed her, on a slant - her lips came down and brushed Santana’s.
There was electricity. They stared at each other. It was so quick.
“Do it again,” Santana whispered. Brittany leaned in again, kissed her and slowly moved away again. Her eyes still shut - as she absorbed it all - the floating feeling and the blood pulsing in her veins. Santana needed more, she cupped Brittany’s face and kissed her deeply; slowly and surely.
Brittany’s eyes widened, pupils dilated with desire, “I liked that.”
“Me too.”
“I want to do it again,” Brittany moved, stood on her knees looking down at Santana, who unbent her legs and straightened them against the floor. The blonde took it as an invitation, and straddled Santana. There was another wave of heat as Brittany felt Santana knees came up to support her back before she cupped her face and brought her mouth down again.
Their kisses started short and slow; both feeling their hearts fill from the moment, and then their kisses lengthened as their mouths began to open and their tongues met.
Santana wimpered; this is what she wanted. And Brittany knew it. She had been waiting for it to happen. And here it was - happening.
“It’s always been you,” Brittany kissed Santana’s forehead.
“I’m definitely too attached to you,” Santana sighed, “And now it’s only going to get worse.”
Brittany giggled and kissed her again. They talked enough tonight.
[end.]
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*note: There is possibly a second part to this. What do you think?