fic: Locked Doors
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Title: Locked Doors
Rating: R
Pairing: Brittany/Santana
Spoilers: Through 3 x 11 "Michael"
Description: Just a few thoughts (total drabble) about the Brittana Interaction in the Michael Episode
Note: Hi all. So, I just needed to write something about that interaction between them because we all know that they can lock doors. So, just some fun procrastination (I should be doing real work) -- it is a good break from a full fic where one has to worry about plotlines and continuity. I hope you enjoy.
August
Brittany had convinced Santana to invite all the Glee kids over for a party. At her house, all afternoon long. Of course, Brittany had done this while in bed, kissing down Santana’s body and promising so many sweet lady kisses. Santana said no and Brittany kissed lower and then Brittany asked again. Santana still said no. And then Brittany kissed lower and forgot to ask again. Wrapped up in Brittany’s arms, as they were about to fall asleep, Santana mumbled that they could have the party because she would always give Brittany whatever she wanted. Brittany smiled and tucked Santana in closer to her body.
So, here they were with all of the Glee club looking expectantly at Santana and her surprisingly large house and exceedingly nice pool (no one except Brittany and Quinn had ever been to Santana’s house).
“Ok, so, here is the pool and Santana got burgers and hot dogs to cook later and there are all sorts of sodas and waters and stuff.” Brittany explained. “And if you need something, just ask.” When she glanced over at Santana she saw a scowl plastered on her face below her sunglasses.
“I don’t know how I let you talk me into this. This is going to be awful,” she groaned.
“No, it will be fun. And I didn’t have to talk you into it,” Brittany explained before dropping her voice into a low whisper. “You love me, that is why you said yes.”
///
A few hours later Brittany could tell that Santana was getting annoyed with pretty much everyone and so she decided to soothe her in the pool shed.
“San, will you help me get some stuff out of the pool shed?” She asked as innocently as possible.
“Britts, I am trying to get my tan on.”
“I know but I really want to get some of the stuff you know and I could really use your help.”
“Ohhhhh. Yeah, of course. Anytime you need help you know that I am there for you Britts.” Santana got up off her towel and skipped to the pool shed, Brittany following close behind. As soon as Brittany closed the door she pressed her lips to Santana’s, one hand cupping her cheek and the other one tangling itself into her gorgeous dark hair. Santana’s hands slipped around Brittany’s waist as she pulled her closer. The heat that had soaked into Santana’s skin was now radiating into Brittany making her feel warm and safe and so incredibly hot.
“I knew it, I knew it, I so knew it!” Kurt turned to Blaine and Mercedes with a triumphant look on his face. “I am so right. I knew the minute that Brittany broke up with Artie these two would be back on.”
“Who said we ever were off?” Brittany asked, slightly puzzled.
“Wait, what?” Mercedes questioned.
“Nothing. Kurt just phrased it oddly. Wheezy, Prancy-Smurf, and Sir Gels-a-lot, please don’t tell the rest of the club. I just - please don’t tell the rest.” Santana covered, unable to truly insult. These were the glee kids she actually liked.
“Of course not, Santana,” Blaine purred.
“But you two have to get better with both your hiding and your leering. It is getting incredibly obvious how gay you two are for each other. Also, and this is coming from someone who has absolutely no interest in your gender, you two make a very attractive couple.” Kurt just could not resist - those two are kind of perfect for each other. He grabs Blaine’s hand and nods towards Mercedes as they all head out the door. “Maybe you two should go somewhere that has a lock and not have sex in a pool shed when there are 14 other people around. Just a thought.”
September
Santana was laid out on top of Brittany with their legs tangled and their shirts off. She placed firm kisses down the underside of Brittany’s jaw while her right hand softly trailed down the side of Brittany’s body, her thumb grazing her chest. “Afternoons in your bedroom are my favorite,” Santana mumbled into Brittany’s skin, never breaking contact. She moved her kisses back up to Brittany’s mouth, the warm heat mixing with her own, Brittany’s lips pressing against her own, Brittany’s lips smiling before she lightly grabs Santana’s lower lip with her teeth. Brittany lets go of Santana’s lip with a “anytime I am with you is my favorite.” Santana’s hand continues moving lower, first down the outside of Brittany’s leg and then more firmly back up the inside, fingers moving to the button of her cutoff jeans before slipping inside.
“Britt, Santana, are you guys - Oh my god! Lock the door. Or, don’t make out when you know that I am coming over!” Quinn squealed. “Seriously, Santana where is your hand? Oh my god, oh my god -- ”
“Quinn, get out!” Santana yelled. She looked at Brittany and a smile burst across her lips. “Guess we need to start locking the door. I do not like my sweet lady kisses to be interrupted!”
October
It was Friday and Santana had been flirting all day. Cute notes, cute texts, sexy glances, and sexy touches, it was driving Brittany insane. On the drive home from school they chatted about The Troubletones and about The Cheerios and about how they needed to find some time to hang out with Quinn - all the while Santana had one hand on the wheel and one hand stroking up and down Brittany’s thigh, getting all the way under the pleats of her Cheerios skirt. It was so incredibly thought provoking. Santana pulled into the driveway of her house and parked the car before turning to give Brittany a look that said FUCK ME while asking “inside?” Of course they were going inside!
They were barely up the stairs before hands were on skin, ripping at clothes, Santana pulling Brittany into her bedroom. Brittany pushed Santana up against the door, mouth travelling to her pulse point, lips and teeth seeking purchase in the soft skin, moaning as Santana shifted so that her leg was pressed up against Brittany’s center. Brittany was fumbling with something as Santana brought her leg up, increasing the friction with her girlfriend’s core.
“Baby, I can’t - wait --, you’re distracting me.”
“Mmmm, don’t worry Britts, I’ll give you five seconds to lock the door before I drag you on top of me.”
November
Brittany found Santana crying in a ball on the floor of the Cheerios locker room. She had followed her after seeing her running down the hall, sobs exploding from her chest. She looked so small here on the concrete, crying, rocking back and forth, muttering “everyone is going to know. Everyone, everyone, everyone!” Brittany didn’t know what to do. It broke her heart to see Santana like this. So, she tried to make Santana stop crying the only way that she could think of. Brittany started placing light kisses all over Santana - first her eyes, “I love you, then her nose, “I love you”, then her cheeks, “I love you”, then her forehead, “I love you”, then her lips. Soft, but deep, “it’s okay baby, we’ll get through it together. I love you.” Brittany kissed harder as she felt Santana’s lips move against her own.
The door opened. Oh no, Brittany thought, we are going to be in so much trouble. “Just this once I will excuse this, ladies. And, Santana, I truly am sorry.” And with that Coach walked out of the locker room.
“I’m so sorry, baby. That door doesn’t have a lock.”
December
It was cold out, and the air was bright but grey and snowflakes were just beginning to fall. It was the first day of winter break and it could not have been more perfect. The clock said 8:03 and Brittany knew that they could sleep until noon. Perfect. The door to her bedroom was slightly open and she could hear muffled sounds coming from downstairs, her parents must be up. She slipped out of Santana’s arms as unobtrusively as possible (still the movement garnered the cutest little sound of disappointment from the brunette) and padded over to her door. She closed it and turned the lock, ensconcing them in their own little sanctuary.
She walked back over to the bed, slipped under the covers and nestled into Santana’s warm chest. “I love you, ‘Tana.” She whispered. “I lurb oo too, baby,” Santana muttered as she held her girlfriend as close as possible while they fell back to sleep.
///
10:27. Earlier than Santana thought she would get up today. Brittany stirred besides her, stretching out her body in that way she always did before she was going to start to wake up. Santana started to place slow, lazy kisses on her girlfriend’s face. “Time to wake up, beautiful.”
“Why?” Santana smiled. Oh my god, she is just so cute when she is sleepy. “Because, I only get you for two more days before you go to Santa Fe. I can sleep when I am away from you.”
“Ok. Morning.” Santana could tell that the blonde was still not even close to awake yet and she started to place her kisses lower, slipping under the comforter to place kisses on Brittany’s stomach, slipping her hand under Brittany’s tank top until her thumb grazes her nipple. One of her hands grips Brittany’s waist as she slides lower, the other hand stroking down the side of her girlfriend’s body. Santana kisses the inside of Brittany’s thighs, working up towards the edges of the underwear Brittany wore to bed. Santana hooks her fingers into Brittany’s underwear as Brittany lifts up, allowing Santana to pull them down and off. She lowers herself towards Brittany, drawing in a breath as the hips beneath her buck upwards, inviting her in. She smiles and firmly wraps her hands onto her girlfriend’s hips.
Santana places a small kiss over Brittany before softly licking her tongue over her. “San,” escapes from Brittany’s mouth, a little louder than it should be and Santana increases the pressure from her tongue, allowing Brittany’s taste to swirl in her mouth.
The door bucked making Santana stop and pull up out of the covers.
“Santana, Brittany, I heard you guys. Come out, let’s make pancakes. Mom just keeps doing chores to get ready for Santa Fe and I’m bored.” It was Brittany’s little sister.
Santana looked at Brittany, eyes wide. “I locked the door this morning before you got up.”
“Good thinking. Do you want me to…”
“If you stop, I will be very, very angry with you.” Santana smiled and winked before diving back under the covers.
January 31, 2012
Santana had done it. She was back at school and had sent a text to everyone to meet in the choir room for an emergency meeting. Everyone was filling in and Santana needed the doors locked.
“Brittany, lock the door!”
“I don’t know how to do that.” Her girlfriend replied. Santana looked over at her and cocked one of her eyebrows. “What?” Brittany mouthed before shooting over a wink and locking the door.
God do I love that girl.
///
“You’re my hero.” Brittany and Santana were stretched out on Santana’s bed, Santana twirling the audiotape between her fingers.
“No, I’m not. No one cared and I got slushied for getting this. Slushy in cleavage is horrible. It feels like frostbite on my boobs. I think that they are permanently cold now.”
“I take it as my personal mission to warm the twins back up, babe. But, I really am proud of you. And, you looked super sexy in that black leather jacket.” Brittany sat up from the bed.
“Where are you going?”
“This door is going to have to be locked for a lot of hours so I can show you just how proud I am of you - you, today, being all protector-Santana makes me all kinds of hot.” Brittany closed the door and turned the lock.
Title: Locked Doors
Rating: R
Pairing: Brittany/Santana
Spoilers: Through 3 x 11 "Michael"
Description: Just a few thoughts (total drabble) about the Brittana Interaction in the Michael Episode
Note: Hi all. So, I just needed to write something about that interaction between them because we all know that they can lock doors. So, just some fun procrastination (I should be doing real work) -- it is a good break from a full fic where one has to worry about plotlines and continuity. I hope you enjoy.
August
Brittany had convinced Santana to invite all the Glee kids over for a party. At her house, all afternoon long. Of course, Brittany had done this while in bed, kissing down Santana’s body and promising so many sweet lady kisses. Santana said no and Brittany kissed lower and then Brittany asked again. Santana still said no. And then Brittany kissed lower and forgot to ask again. Wrapped up in Brittany’s arms, as they were about to fall asleep, Santana mumbled that they could have the party because she would always give Brittany whatever she wanted. Brittany smiled and tucked Santana in closer to her body.
So, here they were with all of the Glee club looking expectantly at Santana and her surprisingly large house and exceedingly nice pool (no one except Brittany and Quinn had ever been to Santana’s house).
“Ok, so, here is the pool and Santana got burgers and hot dogs to cook later and there are all sorts of sodas and waters and stuff.” Brittany explained. “And if you need something, just ask.” When she glanced over at Santana she saw a scowl plastered on her face below her sunglasses.
“I don’t know how I let you talk me into this. This is going to be awful,” she groaned.
“No, it will be fun. And I didn’t have to talk you into it,” Brittany explained before dropping her voice into a low whisper. “You love me, that is why you said yes.”
///
A few hours later Brittany could tell that Santana was getting annoyed with pretty much everyone and so she decided to soothe her in the pool shed.
“San, will you help me get some stuff out of the pool shed?” She asked as innocently as possible.
“Britts, I am trying to get my tan on.”
“I know but I really want to get some of the stuff you know and I could really use your help.”
“Ohhhhh. Yeah, of course. Anytime you need help you know that I am there for you Britts.” Santana got up off her towel and skipped to the pool shed, Brittany following close behind. As soon as Brittany closed the door she pressed her lips to Santana’s, one hand cupping her cheek and the other one tangling itself into her gorgeous dark hair. Santana’s hands slipped around Brittany’s waist as she pulled her closer. The heat that had soaked into Santana’s skin was now radiating into Brittany making her feel warm and safe and so incredibly hot.
“I knew it, I knew it, I so knew it!” Kurt turned to Blaine and Mercedes with a triumphant look on his face. “I am so right. I knew the minute that Brittany broke up with Artie these two would be back on.”
“Who said we ever were off?” Brittany asked, slightly puzzled.
“Wait, what?” Mercedes questioned.
“Nothing. Kurt just phrased it oddly. Wheezy, Prancy-Smurf, and Sir Gels-a-lot, please don’t tell the rest of the club. I just - please don’t tell the rest.” Santana covered, unable to truly insult. These were the glee kids she actually liked.
“Of course not, Santana,” Blaine purred.
“But you two have to get better with both your hiding and your leering. It is getting incredibly obvious how gay you two are for each other. Also, and this is coming from someone who has absolutely no interest in your gender, you two make a very attractive couple.” Kurt just could not resist - those two are kind of perfect for each other. He grabs Blaine’s hand and nods towards Mercedes as they all head out the door. “Maybe you two should go somewhere that has a lock and not have sex in a pool shed when there are 14 other people around. Just a thought.”
September
Santana was laid out on top of Brittany with their legs tangled and their shirts off. She placed firm kisses down the underside of Brittany’s jaw while her right hand softly trailed down the side of Brittany’s body, her thumb grazing her chest. “Afternoons in your bedroom are my favorite,” Santana mumbled into Brittany’s skin, never breaking contact. She moved her kisses back up to Brittany’s mouth, the warm heat mixing with her own, Brittany’s lips pressing against her own, Brittany’s lips smiling before she lightly grabs Santana’s lower lip with her teeth. Brittany lets go of Santana’s lip with a “anytime I am with you is my favorite.” Santana’s hand continues moving lower, first down the outside of Brittany’s leg and then more firmly back up the inside, fingers moving to the button of her cutoff jeans before slipping inside.
“Britt, Santana, are you guys - Oh my god! Lock the door. Or, don’t make out when you know that I am coming over!” Quinn squealed. “Seriously, Santana where is your hand? Oh my god, oh my god -- ”
“Quinn, get out!” Santana yelled. She looked at Brittany and a smile burst across her lips. “Guess we need to start locking the door. I do not like my sweet lady kisses to be interrupted!”
October
It was Friday and Santana had been flirting all day. Cute notes, cute texts, sexy glances, and sexy touches, it was driving Brittany insane. On the drive home from school they chatted about The Troubletones and about The Cheerios and about how they needed to find some time to hang out with Quinn - all the while Santana had one hand on the wheel and one hand stroking up and down Brittany’s thigh, getting all the way under the pleats of her Cheerios skirt. It was so incredibly thought provoking. Santana pulled into the driveway of her house and parked the car before turning to give Brittany a look that said FUCK ME while asking “inside?” Of course they were going inside!
They were barely up the stairs before hands were on skin, ripping at clothes, Santana pulling Brittany into her bedroom. Brittany pushed Santana up against the door, mouth travelling to her pulse point, lips and teeth seeking purchase in the soft skin, moaning as Santana shifted so that her leg was pressed up against Brittany’s center. Brittany was fumbling with something as Santana brought her leg up, increasing the friction with her girlfriend’s core.
“Baby, I can’t - wait --, you’re distracting me.”
“Mmmm, don’t worry Britts, I’ll give you five seconds to lock the door before I drag you on top of me.”
November
Brittany found Santana crying in a ball on the floor of the Cheerios locker room. She had followed her after seeing her running down the hall, sobs exploding from her chest. She looked so small here on the concrete, crying, rocking back and forth, muttering “everyone is going to know. Everyone, everyone, everyone!” Brittany didn’t know what to do. It broke her heart to see Santana like this. So, she tried to make Santana stop crying the only way that she could think of. Brittany started placing light kisses all over Santana - first her eyes, “I love you, then her nose, “I love you”, then her cheeks, “I love you”, then her forehead, “I love you”, then her lips. Soft, but deep, “it’s okay baby, we’ll get through it together. I love you.” Brittany kissed harder as she felt Santana’s lips move against her own.
The door opened. Oh no, Brittany thought, we are going to be in so much trouble. “Just this once I will excuse this, ladies. And, Santana, I truly am sorry.” And with that Coach walked out of the locker room.
“I’m so sorry, baby. That door doesn’t have a lock.”
December
It was cold out, and the air was bright but grey and snowflakes were just beginning to fall. It was the first day of winter break and it could not have been more perfect. The clock said 8:03 and Brittany knew that they could sleep until noon. Perfect. The door to her bedroom was slightly open and she could hear muffled sounds coming from downstairs, her parents must be up. She slipped out of Santana’s arms as unobtrusively as possible (still the movement garnered the cutest little sound of disappointment from the brunette) and padded over to her door. She closed it and turned the lock, ensconcing them in their own little sanctuary.
She walked back over to the bed, slipped under the covers and nestled into Santana’s warm chest. “I love you, ‘Tana.” She whispered. “I lurb oo too, baby,” Santana muttered as she held her girlfriend as close as possible while they fell back to sleep.
///
10:27. Earlier than Santana thought she would get up today. Brittany stirred besides her, stretching out her body in that way she always did before she was going to start to wake up. Santana started to place slow, lazy kisses on her girlfriend’s face. “Time to wake up, beautiful.”
“Why?” Santana smiled. Oh my god, she is just so cute when she is sleepy. “Because, I only get you for two more days before you go to Santa Fe. I can sleep when I am away from you.”
“Ok. Morning.” Santana could tell that the blonde was still not even close to awake yet and she started to place her kisses lower, slipping under the comforter to place kisses on Brittany’s stomach, slipping her hand under Brittany’s tank top until her thumb grazes her nipple. One of her hands grips Brittany’s waist as she slides lower, the other hand stroking down the side of her girlfriend’s body. Santana kisses the inside of Brittany’s thighs, working up towards the edges of the underwear Brittany wore to bed. Santana hooks her fingers into Brittany’s underwear as Brittany lifts up, allowing Santana to pull them down and off. She lowers herself towards Brittany, drawing in a breath as the hips beneath her buck upwards, inviting her in. She smiles and firmly wraps her hands onto her girlfriend’s hips.
Santana places a small kiss over Brittany before softly licking her tongue over her. “San,” escapes from Brittany’s mouth, a little louder than it should be and Santana increases the pressure from her tongue, allowing Brittany’s taste to swirl in her mouth.
The door bucked making Santana stop and pull up out of the covers.
“Santana, Brittany, I heard you guys. Come out, let’s make pancakes. Mom just keeps doing chores to get ready for Santa Fe and I’m bored.” It was Brittany’s little sister.
Santana looked at Brittany, eyes wide. “I locked the door this morning before you got up.”
“Good thinking. Do you want me to…”
“If you stop, I will be very, very angry with you.” Santana smiled and winked before diving back under the covers.
January 31, 2012
Santana had done it. She was back at school and had sent a text to everyone to meet in the choir room for an emergency meeting. Everyone was filling in and Santana needed the doors locked.
“Brittany, lock the door!”
“I don’t know how to do that.” Her girlfriend replied. Santana looked over at her and cocked one of her eyebrows. “What?” Brittany mouthed before shooting over a wink and locking the door.
God do I love that girl.
///
“You’re my hero.” Brittany and Santana were stretched out on Santana’s bed, Santana twirling the audiotape between her fingers.
“No, I’m not. No one cared and I got slushied for getting this. Slushy in cleavage is horrible. It feels like frostbite on my boobs. I think that they are permanently cold now.”
“I take it as my personal mission to warm the twins back up, babe. But, I really am proud of you. And, you looked super sexy in that black leather jacket.” Brittany sat up from the bed.
“Where are you going?”
“This door is going to have to be locked for a lot of hours so I can show you just how proud I am of you - you, today, being all protector-Santana makes me all kinds of hot.” Brittany closed the door and turned the lock.