Log: Grammy Night
WHO: Brittany Pierce and Santana Lopez
WHAT: And the award for the best liar goes to...
WHERE: Lopez Residence
WHEN: February 12, 2012
WARNING: Sexytiems.
Brittany was honestly confused by the whole idea of awards shows. Sure, it was fun to watch the performances, and sometimes the presenters told funny jokes, but she just didn’t see the point. Did anyone really care about that little gold stature they got? What did it even prove, except that some bunch of people nobody even knew voted them the best? But when Santana invited her over to watch the Grammys, she was hardly going to say no. She was still super psyched about her new job with the musical, and she was hoping that an extended cuddle on San’s bed might lead to more of what they both enjoyed doing.
She watched Adele win another award - okay, Adele was really awesome, so that actually made good sense - and looked back at Santana from where she sat between her legs. “Thanks for calling, San,” she smiled. “We haven’t had many chances for stuff like this lately.” School was getting busier, and everyone seemed to have a thousand things on their plates and were trying to do it all at once. Sometimes she felt like one of those cool Asian guys she saw on tv who could spin plates but had to keep running around so none of them fell.
Santana ran her fingers through Brittany’s hair and smiled, scratching at her scalp lightly. “I was bored and we haven’t hung in like forever.” Okay, that was a little bit of an exaggeration. They’d hung out like two weeks ago before they’d auditioned for Glee, but now Santana wondered if Brittany hadn’t been around because she’d been hiding the fact that she auditioned for the musical. Santana still didn’t know how to feel about that, but she didn’t want to fight about it. “And that bitch, Berry, made me audition again because she quote didn’t think I’d picked a song that best showcased my voice unquote. Whatever the fuck that means. We killed it. I think she was just jealous or whatever.”
“No, it’s been way too long,” Brittany agreed, shutting her eyes and practically purring as Santana scratched at her scalp. “I’m glad you were bored,” she smiled. “I didn’t know she made you audition again, though! That’s so mean - did she make anyone else audition twice? If she didn’t, you’re totally right - she’s just mad about how good you were. I know she was all weird about you joining, when I said it’d be both of us, but I didn’t think she’d actually be mean.” Brittany frowned. She had thought her discussion with Rachel had cleared things up, but apparently not. Maybe joining Glee wasn’t the right thing to do after all...
“I don’t know. I didn’t ask and I don’t care because I blew them all away again and Berry can keep her trout mouth shut now.” She shrugged and rolled her neck. The whole thing was stupid. She hadn’t even fucking wanted to join in the first place and then Rachel had the audacity to pull that shit on her. Brittany was lucky Santana had this thing about not breaking promises to her because she would’ve told Rachel to fuck off and left. Instead, she’d had to “prove herself” worthy of those losers. They were lucky Santana had even acknowledged their existences for that long.
“Of course you did,” Brittany turned around to grin at her friend. “You’re so much better than all of them. So, of course you blew them away.” She turned back to the tv and leaned against Santana. “I’m just glad it’s over, and we can see what songs we’re going to perform next time there’s an assembly. Now that they have us, it’ll be way better than the mess they made last time. And there’s no way I’m, like, humping anybody on stage like they did.” Even saying the word made her crave another orgasm at Santana’s hands, but she didn’t even know how to ask for that.
Making an amused noise in the back of her throat, Santana pulled Brittany closer. Her stomach flipped and the slightly dull ache between her thighs that had been present since she’d invited Brittany over grew a little more. Not seeing Brittany all week had also meant she hadn’t gotten off since the Super Bowl. She’d thought about calling over one of her stand-bys, but every time she even thought about being with a guy, she thought about her blackout dream. That just wasn’t a fucking option either. And even though they just basically humped, Santana kind of liked doing it with Brittany. It got her pretty hot.
She moved her mouth so that it was close to the blonde’s ear and inhaled the scent of her shampoo. Her right hand smoothed down Brittany’s right side and toyed with the hem of her shirt. “I definitely don’t want to hump any of those losers.”
With a soft noise of pleasure, Brittany wriggled into Santana’s touch. “Good,” she grinned. “I think I’d be worried about you if you said you did. I’d have to check if you hit your head or something.” She wriggled again, the need for more getting stronger. “San,” she murmured softly. “I know your parents are down the hall, but can we...I mean...” she trailed off, blushing a little. She made vague gestures with her hands, hoping that her friend would get the message. She was going to have to get better at asking for what she wanted if they were going to keep doing this, she knew.
Nicki Minaj had just come on the stage, but Santana didn’t care. She’d been ready to just subtly start to touch Brittany. Sometimes she forgot that Brittany could be just as blunt as she was. It was why they were friends. Well, one of the many reasons they were friends. She grinned at the blonde and nodded before leaning forward and pressing her lips against Brittany’s.
If her lips hadn’t been otherwise occupied, Brittany would have cheered. She should have known that San would understand just what she was asking for. No one had ever understood her more perfectly, and been able to give her exactly what she needed - whether that was a ride home from a party or a drink when she was thirsty - or this. This might have been her favorite thing, actually. She sighed happily into their kiss. “San,” she murmured when they broke for air, “touch me...”
Santana’s hand moved up and under Brittany’s top as she pressed her tongue between her lips. They’d taken their shirts off the last time and, compared to the stuff she’d done with Puck, this was pretty fucking tame. But somehow this sort of slow discovery of how far they’d go each time was a bigger turn on for Santana. She whimpered in the back of her throat as her hand touched Brittany’s fabric covered breast and she squeezed gently.
Trapping the tip of Santana’s questing tongue between her teeth, Brittany tried to hold in a gasp as a warm hand found its way under her top. She couldn’t be too noisy this time, because she couldn’t risk drawing attention, but god was it hard to be quiet when those hands were touching her. And then it got worse, when the hand squeezed her breast, and she had to crush her lips against Santana’s to muffle her moan. She could feel dull heat pooling in her abdomen, and she knew she needed more. A lot more.
Brittany was a really good kisser. Like a really good kisser and Santana loved the little noises she would make with little prompting. She knew they had to be quiet. Hector had hearing like a fucking dog, but she didn’t usually have to worry about that because he was always busy at the hospital. Only he was home tonight and that really cramped her style. She pulled back from the kiss, her eyes dark, and licked her lips. “Take your shirt off,” she said quietly. “...and your bra.”
“Yeah,” Brittany agreed eagerly. That sounded like a really good idea, and without hesitation she reached down to grab the hem of her top and pulled it over her head. Her bra was gone a moment after that, and she laid back down atop Santana. She bit her lip and whimpered softly as her breasts brushed the fabric of Santana’s top, and she leaned in for another kiss. It was easier to be quiet if her lips were busy doing something else.
Santana’s left hand splayed across the small of Brittany’s back. Her flesh felt hot and she trailed her fingers up the middle of her spine. She loved when people did that to her and Brittany was like way more sensitive that she was, she’d recently found out. She liked the way Brittany sort of melted against her and she shifted beneath her so that the blonde’s legs straddled her thigh and Brittany’s was pressed against her center. Fuck, how had she gotten so turned on?
Biting her lip at the fingers on her spine, Brittany whimpered. Santana’s touch was the best thing she’d ever felt, and it seemed like everywhere she touched was a new sensation. The next thing she knew, she was on top of Santana’s leg and trying not to cry out when she felt a thigh pressed against her. She knew what to do next - they’d done this before, although she hadn’t been on top any of those times. She wanted to make sure Santana was ready before she started to move, though, so she raised one eyebrow in lieu of actually asking the question.
Eyes hooded, Santana nodded, letting Brittany know it was okay. It sometimes freaked her out that they mostly communicated without words, due in large part to Brittany not exactly being great with them and Santana being unable to filter hers. It was just that lately, things had been different between them and she was way more aware of things when they were together. Like even now, as Brittany started grinding down on her, she felt like she knew everything that was going on inside of her and that just made things more intense for Santana. Her eyes fluttered shut and she bit her bottom lip as her own hips rolled forward. She was wet, like super wet, and throbbing as Brittany’s thigh pressed against her. And she pulled the taller girl’s lips down to hers and kissed her hard.
There was a part of Brittany’s mind lately that never left this place. Not Santana’s bedroom, but this place, where they were together. She was trying really hard to be okay with them doing this in private but not being allowed to say anything in public, but it was definitely getting harder. She wanted to be able to kiss Santana in public, just like a boy would if she was doing this with a boy. And that just led to more confusing thoughts. Was Santana doing this with boys? She hadn’t said anything, but still. The possibility had wormed its way into her brain and wouldn’t let go. For now, though, she wanted to let it all go. Lose herself in the sensations. As Santana began to rock against her leg, she rode Santana’s in turn, every impact making her whimper and moan against her lips. It was going to be so hard to keep quiet...
“God, B,” Santana half-mumbled, half-moaned. “Just stay like that.” Her body was starting to feel tense, pleasure pooling in her stomach and then spreading outward. She could feel sweat at the small of her back and she rocked faster. It wasn’t going to take her much longer to get there and that would’ve been embarrassing, but Brittany didn’t know any better. And besides, she was sleeping over and it never took Santana long to get worked up the first time. They had plenty of time to keep going.
Brittany tried to keep her eyes open as long as she could, because seeing Santana like this made something powerful bubble up in her. That she could do this, make her feel that way, it felt good. But there was no resisting the urge to shut them as she felt herself building toward a peak. “Not,” she gasped, “not going anywhere.” She was desperate for something to do with her hands, and one of them grabbed hold of the sheets while the other cupped Santana’s neck. “San,” she whimpered. “San, San...”
The desperation in Brittany’s voice pushed Santana right to the edge and she tightened her grip on the blonde. “Just do it, B. Just...let go,” she whispered because she was feeling a little desperate too and she wanted, no needed, to hear Brittany come. “Please, Britt...”
That bit of encouragement was all it took - hearing Santana ask her to was the hottest thing she could have imagined. A few more back and forth movements was all it took, and she buried her face in the other girl’s neck to try and muffle her cries. It felt as good as the very first time, and she was sure it always would. When she’d come back to herself a little, she moved her mouth to whisper hotly into Santana’s ear. “Your turn,” she murmured, her lips brushing against her. “I want to watch you...”
Shivering at the intense look in Brittany’s eyes, Santana ground down on her thigh and gasped at the first flutterings inside of her. Then she was coming undone, whimpering Brittany’s name and writhing beneath her. “B...I...mmm...” she panted out as she came down.
Brittany watched, wide-eyed, as Santana came - it was a beautiful sight, and she wanted to remember it forever. But there were butterflies in her stomach again, and she was having trouble tamping down her feelings. “San,” she murmured, kissing her softly. “I lov...” she caught herself, cursing her brain for letting that slip out. “I’m really glad you invited me,” she finished lamely, knowing it didn’t cover her slip.
Heart hammering, Santana just nodded. Brittany was really confused about what was going on here. They...well they were just fooling around. Eventually, they’d both have boyfriends and they’d stop this, but for now, she knew Brittany was confusing their friendship love for more and Santana wanted to correct her. But maybe avoiding it for now was better. It would confuse her less. “I’m glad you came over,” she murmured back, between kisses.
Brittany was relieved that Santana let it slide. She may have been hopelessly confused by the difference between how she saw what they were doing and how Santana did, but they didn’t have to talk about it. She could just go on ignoring that feeling in her stomach, right? Just push it down and pretend it wasn’t there. She turned her attention back to their kissing, doing her best to just let it all go. “Best award show ever,” she murmured with a smile. “I think you win all the awards.”
Santana laughed and pulled Brittany down next to her. “I am pretty good,” she agreed smugly and pressed a light kiss to the blonde’s lips. “You’re totally a genius.”
WHAT: And the award for the best liar goes to...
WHERE: Lopez Residence
WHEN: February 12, 2012
WARNING: Sexytiems.
Brittany was honestly confused by the whole idea of awards shows. Sure, it was fun to watch the performances, and sometimes the presenters told funny jokes, but she just didn’t see the point. Did anyone really care about that little gold stature they got? What did it even prove, except that some bunch of people nobody even knew voted them the best? But when Santana invited her over to watch the Grammys, she was hardly going to say no. She was still super psyched about her new job with the musical, and she was hoping that an extended cuddle on San’s bed might lead to more of what they both enjoyed doing.
She watched Adele win another award - okay, Adele was really awesome, so that actually made good sense - and looked back at Santana from where she sat between her legs. “Thanks for calling, San,” she smiled. “We haven’t had many chances for stuff like this lately.” School was getting busier, and everyone seemed to have a thousand things on their plates and were trying to do it all at once. Sometimes she felt like one of those cool Asian guys she saw on tv who could spin plates but had to keep running around so none of them fell.
Santana ran her fingers through Brittany’s hair and smiled, scratching at her scalp lightly. “I was bored and we haven’t hung in like forever.” Okay, that was a little bit of an exaggeration. They’d hung out like two weeks ago before they’d auditioned for Glee, but now Santana wondered if Brittany hadn’t been around because she’d been hiding the fact that she auditioned for the musical. Santana still didn’t know how to feel about that, but she didn’t want to fight about it. “And that bitch, Berry, made me audition again because she quote didn’t think I’d picked a song that best showcased my voice unquote. Whatever the fuck that means. We killed it. I think she was just jealous or whatever.”
“No, it’s been way too long,” Brittany agreed, shutting her eyes and practically purring as Santana scratched at her scalp. “I’m glad you were bored,” she smiled. “I didn’t know she made you audition again, though! That’s so mean - did she make anyone else audition twice? If she didn’t, you’re totally right - she’s just mad about how good you were. I know she was all weird about you joining, when I said it’d be both of us, but I didn’t think she’d actually be mean.” Brittany frowned. She had thought her discussion with Rachel had cleared things up, but apparently not. Maybe joining Glee wasn’t the right thing to do after all...
“I don’t know. I didn’t ask and I don’t care because I blew them all away again and Berry can keep her trout mouth shut now.” She shrugged and rolled her neck. The whole thing was stupid. She hadn’t even fucking wanted to join in the first place and then Rachel had the audacity to pull that shit on her. Brittany was lucky Santana had this thing about not breaking promises to her because she would’ve told Rachel to fuck off and left. Instead, she’d had to “prove herself” worthy of those losers. They were lucky Santana had even acknowledged their existences for that long.
“Of course you did,” Brittany turned around to grin at her friend. “You’re so much better than all of them. So, of course you blew them away.” She turned back to the tv and leaned against Santana. “I’m just glad it’s over, and we can see what songs we’re going to perform next time there’s an assembly. Now that they have us, it’ll be way better than the mess they made last time. And there’s no way I’m, like, humping anybody on stage like they did.” Even saying the word made her crave another orgasm at Santana’s hands, but she didn’t even know how to ask for that.
Making an amused noise in the back of her throat, Santana pulled Brittany closer. Her stomach flipped and the slightly dull ache between her thighs that had been present since she’d invited Brittany over grew a little more. Not seeing Brittany all week had also meant she hadn’t gotten off since the Super Bowl. She’d thought about calling over one of her stand-bys, but every time she even thought about being with a guy, she thought about her blackout dream. That just wasn’t a fucking option either. And even though they just basically humped, Santana kind of liked doing it with Brittany. It got her pretty hot.
She moved her mouth so that it was close to the blonde’s ear and inhaled the scent of her shampoo. Her right hand smoothed down Brittany’s right side and toyed with the hem of her shirt. “I definitely don’t want to hump any of those losers.”
With a soft noise of pleasure, Brittany wriggled into Santana’s touch. “Good,” she grinned. “I think I’d be worried about you if you said you did. I’d have to check if you hit your head or something.” She wriggled again, the need for more getting stronger. “San,” she murmured softly. “I know your parents are down the hall, but can we...I mean...” she trailed off, blushing a little. She made vague gestures with her hands, hoping that her friend would get the message. She was going to have to get better at asking for what she wanted if they were going to keep doing this, she knew.
Nicki Minaj had just come on the stage, but Santana didn’t care. She’d been ready to just subtly start to touch Brittany. Sometimes she forgot that Brittany could be just as blunt as she was. It was why they were friends. Well, one of the many reasons they were friends. She grinned at the blonde and nodded before leaning forward and pressing her lips against Brittany’s.
If her lips hadn’t been otherwise occupied, Brittany would have cheered. She should have known that San would understand just what she was asking for. No one had ever understood her more perfectly, and been able to give her exactly what she needed - whether that was a ride home from a party or a drink when she was thirsty - or this. This might have been her favorite thing, actually. She sighed happily into their kiss. “San,” she murmured when they broke for air, “touch me...”
Santana’s hand moved up and under Brittany’s top as she pressed her tongue between her lips. They’d taken their shirts off the last time and, compared to the stuff she’d done with Puck, this was pretty fucking tame. But somehow this sort of slow discovery of how far they’d go each time was a bigger turn on for Santana. She whimpered in the back of her throat as her hand touched Brittany’s fabric covered breast and she squeezed gently.
Trapping the tip of Santana’s questing tongue between her teeth, Brittany tried to hold in a gasp as a warm hand found its way under her top. She couldn’t be too noisy this time, because she couldn’t risk drawing attention, but god was it hard to be quiet when those hands were touching her. And then it got worse, when the hand squeezed her breast, and she had to crush her lips against Santana’s to muffle her moan. She could feel dull heat pooling in her abdomen, and she knew she needed more. A lot more.
Brittany was a really good kisser. Like a really good kisser and Santana loved the little noises she would make with little prompting. She knew they had to be quiet. Hector had hearing like a fucking dog, but she didn’t usually have to worry about that because he was always busy at the hospital. Only he was home tonight and that really cramped her style. She pulled back from the kiss, her eyes dark, and licked her lips. “Take your shirt off,” she said quietly. “...and your bra.”
“Yeah,” Brittany agreed eagerly. That sounded like a really good idea, and without hesitation she reached down to grab the hem of her top and pulled it over her head. Her bra was gone a moment after that, and she laid back down atop Santana. She bit her lip and whimpered softly as her breasts brushed the fabric of Santana’s top, and she leaned in for another kiss. It was easier to be quiet if her lips were busy doing something else.
Santana’s left hand splayed across the small of Brittany’s back. Her flesh felt hot and she trailed her fingers up the middle of her spine. She loved when people did that to her and Brittany was like way more sensitive that she was, she’d recently found out. She liked the way Brittany sort of melted against her and she shifted beneath her so that the blonde’s legs straddled her thigh and Brittany’s was pressed against her center. Fuck, how had she gotten so turned on?
Biting her lip at the fingers on her spine, Brittany whimpered. Santana’s touch was the best thing she’d ever felt, and it seemed like everywhere she touched was a new sensation. The next thing she knew, she was on top of Santana’s leg and trying not to cry out when she felt a thigh pressed against her. She knew what to do next - they’d done this before, although she hadn’t been on top any of those times. She wanted to make sure Santana was ready before she started to move, though, so she raised one eyebrow in lieu of actually asking the question.
Eyes hooded, Santana nodded, letting Brittany know it was okay. It sometimes freaked her out that they mostly communicated without words, due in large part to Brittany not exactly being great with them and Santana being unable to filter hers. It was just that lately, things had been different between them and she was way more aware of things when they were together. Like even now, as Brittany started grinding down on her, she felt like she knew everything that was going on inside of her and that just made things more intense for Santana. Her eyes fluttered shut and she bit her bottom lip as her own hips rolled forward. She was wet, like super wet, and throbbing as Brittany’s thigh pressed against her. And she pulled the taller girl’s lips down to hers and kissed her hard.
There was a part of Brittany’s mind lately that never left this place. Not Santana’s bedroom, but this place, where they were together. She was trying really hard to be okay with them doing this in private but not being allowed to say anything in public, but it was definitely getting harder. She wanted to be able to kiss Santana in public, just like a boy would if she was doing this with a boy. And that just led to more confusing thoughts. Was Santana doing this with boys? She hadn’t said anything, but still. The possibility had wormed its way into her brain and wouldn’t let go. For now, though, she wanted to let it all go. Lose herself in the sensations. As Santana began to rock against her leg, she rode Santana’s in turn, every impact making her whimper and moan against her lips. It was going to be so hard to keep quiet...
“God, B,” Santana half-mumbled, half-moaned. “Just stay like that.” Her body was starting to feel tense, pleasure pooling in her stomach and then spreading outward. She could feel sweat at the small of her back and she rocked faster. It wasn’t going to take her much longer to get there and that would’ve been embarrassing, but Brittany didn’t know any better. And besides, she was sleeping over and it never took Santana long to get worked up the first time. They had plenty of time to keep going.
Brittany tried to keep her eyes open as long as she could, because seeing Santana like this made something powerful bubble up in her. That she could do this, make her feel that way, it felt good. But there was no resisting the urge to shut them as she felt herself building toward a peak. “Not,” she gasped, “not going anywhere.” She was desperate for something to do with her hands, and one of them grabbed hold of the sheets while the other cupped Santana’s neck. “San,” she whimpered. “San, San...”
The desperation in Brittany’s voice pushed Santana right to the edge and she tightened her grip on the blonde. “Just do it, B. Just...let go,” she whispered because she was feeling a little desperate too and she wanted, no needed, to hear Brittany come. “Please, Britt...”
That bit of encouragement was all it took - hearing Santana ask her to was the hottest thing she could have imagined. A few more back and forth movements was all it took, and she buried her face in the other girl’s neck to try and muffle her cries. It felt as good as the very first time, and she was sure it always would. When she’d come back to herself a little, she moved her mouth to whisper hotly into Santana’s ear. “Your turn,” she murmured, her lips brushing against her. “I want to watch you...”
Shivering at the intense look in Brittany’s eyes, Santana ground down on her thigh and gasped at the first flutterings inside of her. Then she was coming undone, whimpering Brittany’s name and writhing beneath her. “B...I...mmm...” she panted out as she came down.
Brittany watched, wide-eyed, as Santana came - it was a beautiful sight, and she wanted to remember it forever. But there were butterflies in her stomach again, and she was having trouble tamping down her feelings. “San,” she murmured, kissing her softly. “I lov...” she caught herself, cursing her brain for letting that slip out. “I’m really glad you invited me,” she finished lamely, knowing it didn’t cover her slip.
Heart hammering, Santana just nodded. Brittany was really confused about what was going on here. They...well they were just fooling around. Eventually, they’d both have boyfriends and they’d stop this, but for now, she knew Brittany was confusing their friendship love for more and Santana wanted to correct her. But maybe avoiding it for now was better. It would confuse her less. “I’m glad you came over,” she murmured back, between kisses.
Brittany was relieved that Santana let it slide. She may have been hopelessly confused by the difference between how she saw what they were doing and how Santana did, but they didn’t have to talk about it. She could just go on ignoring that feeling in her stomach, right? Just push it down and pretend it wasn’t there. She turned her attention back to their kissing, doing her best to just let it all go. “Best award show ever,” she murmured with a smile. “I think you win all the awards.”
Santana laughed and pulled Brittany down next to her. “I am pretty good,” she agreed smugly and pressed a light kiss to the blonde’s lips. “You’re totally a genius.”