It Had To Be You - Ch.4
Title: It Had To Be You
Chapter: 4/?
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Brittany/Santana. Slight Rachel/Quinn. Mention of Kurt/Blaine.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
Warning: AU. Language. Femslash. Mature themes.
Author's Note: Enjoy.
Summary: "Stop," The brunette growled into the base of Brittany's neck. "Thinking."
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Brittany primped her hair, reapplied her lip gloss and wondered for the fifth time of the night why in the world she agreed to go out on a data with Santana. Sure, they had shared two amazing, knee weakening kisses. A little more the second time around. Yeah, Brittany could admit that she hadn't really been able to stop thinking about what could have happened had they not been interrupted. Okay, Santana was possibly one of the most attractive women on the planet and… wait, what was she getting at? Oh, right. There was not a plausible reason she should be going out on a date with Santana. They didn't even like each other… mostly. The lines were getting kind of blurry.
'What am I doing? This has to be some evil scheme!' The thought couldn't quell the butterflies fluttering in her stomach when a knock sounded from her apartment door.
"I'll get it!"
Brittany could hear Quinn practically running toward the door. She rolled her eyes and looked herself over once more in the bathroom mirror. "Here goes nothing."
The moment their eyes locked Brittany felt the stirrings of desire encompass her. Santana's salacious grin and smoldering gaze only fed the growing fire between them. Brittany smirked back, swirling blue gaze trailing appreciatively along Santana's figure.
"Well," A slow grin spread along Quinn's lips. She fought an amused laugh when her two friends instantly flushed and averted their gazes. "You two should get going."
Santana clutched at her handbag. Clearing her throat and chancing a glance in Brittany's direction. "R-Right. I made reservations and… yeah."
Twenty minutes and an uncomfortably silent car ride later, Brittany found herself sitting across the table from Santana in a fancy dimly lit restaurant that just screamed date. The blonde spared a brief glance at Santana over the cover of her menu before awkwardly clearing her throat.
"You look… nice. I like your," Brittany took in Santana's figure for the umpteenth of the night. Gaze settling distractedly upon Santana's ample cleavage. She swallowed nervously and tore her gaze away. "Shirt. I like your shirt."
"Thanks. It's, uh…" Santana cursed the heated flush seeping across her cheeks. The blonde better like her damn shirt. Santana had spent the better part of an hour rifling through her closet to find the right outfit. "You look nice too."
The rest of their meal was spent casting shy glances when they thought the other wasn't looking. The few times that their gazes locked, both women blushed furiously. The little conversation they managed to maintain was riddled with stuttered words, unfinished sentences, and shaky eye contact. They gave up talking all together once their food arrived and the rest of the night was spent in uncomfortable silence. By the end of the evening they found themselves standing awkwardly in front of Brittany's apartment building. Forced smiles upon their lips.
"I had a nice time." Brittany offered politely. She glanced up at her apartment window and could make out the faint outlines of Quinn and Rachel. No doubt the two meddlers were watching them. Brittany resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the thought. She shifted her gaze back to a blushing Santana.
"Yeah. Me too." All Santana could think about was getting home, taking a relaxing bath, and forgetting the entire night ever happened. She felt like an idiot for even thinking Brittany might actually like her back. It was a foolish whim. There was a reason Santana didn't do dating. She resolved to acknowledge her feelings for what they truly were. Santana reasoned that she was simply attracted to Brittany. The blonde was hot, definitely fuckable. It was nothing more than physical. Plain and simple.
Brittany looked up at her apartment window once more. She pursed her lips when she found Quinn pointing exaggeratedly down at her. The other blonde had her hands curled into fists, pointer fingers extended. She brought the pads of her fingers together and mouthed 'kiss her'. Brittany found Rachel shaking her head disapproval at Quinn's antics. Rachel's gaze locked with Brittany's and the brunette started making kissy faces. Brittany arched a brow. She watched Quinn turn to Rachel, a devious grin curving at her lips. Quinn pointed at Brittany and then to Santana. She gestured for Brittany to watch, grabbed a surprised Rachel's face, and went in for a passionate kiss. Thoroughly mortified, Brittany flushed a very dark shade of red. She wasn't going to kiss Santana, though the insistent recollection of their previous encounters had Brittany's body screaming otherwise. Their date was mega awkward. All Brittany wanted to do was head up to her apartment and go to bed. Maybe in the morning she could convince herself the entire evening was a nightmare.
"Are you ok?"
"Y-Yes. Fine. Absolutely. I should probably go up now." Wide sapphire eyes landed on questioning brown. Brittany spared another errant glance up at Quinn and Rachel. She found herself staring at an absurd amount of bare skin being pressed against the window. Horror lurched across her features.
"What are you…" Santana trailed off. Gaze locking on the apartment window. Santana made a gagging noise while quickly shifting her attention back to Brittany. "Tell me that's not what I think it is."
"Wish I could."
"Please excuse me while I go home and gouge my eyes out." Santana scowled. "You're not seriously going up there, right? I can't even imagine what they would sound like."
Brittany shuddered. She had been privy to that information on more than one occasion. "You don't want to know."
Santana laughed softly. Taking in the blonde's cute little pout with twinkling eyes. "We could head over to my place."
Shock surged across Brittany's features. She gaped at Santana for an elongated moment. Had she heard the brunette correctly? "What?"
"Not like… that!" Santana flushed. Her voice unnaturally high. "I didn't mean… Not that you aren't…" The brunette sighed, brought a hand to the bridge of her nose, and rubbed tiredly at her eyes. She regarded Brittany with a cautious smile. "Since Q and the midget look like they need some alone time I thought maybe you could hang out at my place until they're, uh, finished."
Brittany had turned about seven shades of red. "I should actually get to bed. Early day tomorrow."
"Oh. The interview with Sue Sylvester?"
"Yep. Seven a.m. sharp."
"Well, goodnight." Santana moved for a neutral handshake at the same time Brittany went for a friendly hug. The result? Santana's hand landing on Brittany's breast.
Brittany couldn't control her light whimper and froze. The slight contact was almost enough to send Brittany's head spinning. The tension between the two women quadrupled. They stared at each other with wide, panicked eyes before Brittany was suddenly in motion. The blonde half whispered, half squeaked a rushed goodbye over her shoulder at a wide eyed Santana Lopez. Fumbling briefly with her keys before jamming them into the lock, swinging the gate open, and running up the stairs. Upon reaching her apartment Brittany flung the door open, flushed cheeks worsening when she caught a glimpse of Quinn and Rachel, and stormed over to her room. Slamming her bedroom door shut and leaning heavily against it. Breathing erratic and skin flushed. A loud moan met her rushing ears and Brittany sighed heavily. She didn't know what was worse. Having made a complete fool of herself with Santana or having to spend the rest of the night listening to her roommate have obnoxiously loud sex with her assistant.
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Quinn Fabray liked to think she was an amazingly awesome friend. Brittany and Santana, especially Santana, should be thanking her as far as she was concerned. They were so obviously attracted to one another. Plus, she snuck up behind Brittany the other day while Brittany was writing one of her magazine articles. Her roommate was in such a daze that she didn't notice Quinn behind her, hazel green eyes staring smugly at the computer screen. Of course when Brittany finally realized what Quinn was up to she slammed the laptop shut and scrambled to the confines of her bedroom.
Santana wasn't any less obvious. The feisty brunette was constantly daydreaming, a bare hint of a smile playing at her lips. And don't even get her started on how her hopeless friends acted when in the same room. It was all avoidance and shy glances and blushing half smiles for the past week. Quinn supposed she should feel at least a little guilty for the massive amount of awkwardness she was currently witness to. She should also be a bit more cautious of the glare Santana was sending her way. The wide eyed, kicked puppy expression across Brittany's face should probably make her feel bad but… she was Quinn Fabray and it was all in their best interest. What does it really matter if she blatantly lied to both of them just to get them in the same room?
"Sorry, Britt." Quinn so wasn't. "We'll have to reschedule movie night. I completely forgot I promised Santana I would… Actually," She slipped her cell phone from her purse and pretended to look through her calendar. "Oh my, it totally slipped my mind." Quinn fought the sly grin tugging at her lips. "I made plans with Rachel tonight."
Brittany shuffled from foot to foot. Her sapphire eyes shifted to Santana and she instantly flushed when she noticed the brunette's dark gaze roving hungrily over her figure. Brittany silently wished she had worn more than a thin tank top and ridiculously short shorts. "It's okay, Q. I can-"
"I'm sure Santana wouldn't mind having a girls night with you, Britt." She smiled sweetly at the brunette who was glaring at her like she was seconds away from choking Quinn to death. "Right, San?"
Santana wanted nothing more than to wipe that smug look off of Quinn's face. This was her friend's plan all along? Get her in the same room with Brittany and suggest something Santana didn't have an excuse to get out of. "Sure."
"Well," Quinn headed for the door. A clear spring in her step. "You two have fun!"
Brittany crossed her arms self consciously over her chest. "…Hi."
"Hey." Santana picked shyly at the hem of her short, tight dress. Her stomach churned with nervousness and she tried not to stare at Brittany's legs. Her brown eyes focused intently on her bright red heels. She was going to kill Quinn. Quinn Fabray was going to be dead. That was it. End of story. The next time Santana saw Quinn she was going to-
"You look really nice." Brittany bit anxiously at her bottom lip, heart accelerating as she noticed Santana's appearance for the first time. The dark haired beauty's tight black curve hugging, cleavage accentuating, leg exposing dress caused Brittany's imagination to run wild.
"Thanks." Santana cleared her throat and ran a hand through her dark hair. Her eyes flickered to Brittany, their gazes meeting. They both flushed at the contact and immediately looked away.
"Do you want to…" Brittany rubbed at the back of her neck and gestured to the couch. "Sit, maybe? You can pick the movie?"
If her heart wasn't hammering so loudly in her ears and her stomach didn't feel like a bunch of carnivorous butterflies were trying to eat their way out, Santana was sure she would have found Brittany's shyness too fucking adorable. As it was, she could barely formulate anything more than one word answers. "Okay."
Brittany watched Santana settle rigidly atop the couch and the piece of furniture suddenly looked a lot smaller. She chewed at the inside of her cheek, blushing when her eyes drifted toward Santana's legs. The brunette's dress at ridden up just so, exposing more of her delicious caramel skin.
Santana cleared her throat and offered Brittany a hesitant smile. Santana's smile faltered when she noticed Brittany eyeing her legs. She tugged uselessly at the hem of her dress in a vain attempt to cover herself. The gesture was enough to snap Brittany out of her reverie and into action. The flustered blonde muttered some half intelligible statement before running out of the room. "I-I'll get the snacks!"
The moment Brittany was safely in the kitchen she scooped up her cell phone, mashing Quinn's number into the device. The phone rang once, twice, and cut to voice mail.
"You've reached Quinn Fabray. Leave a message at the-beep."
In the living room, Santana was glaring at her cell phone. Her dark eyes flickered briefly toward the kitchen. "Quinn I swear to god, usted es una mujer muerta. I am going to kill you and your little troll too."
"So, so, so not freaking cool, Q!" Brittany hissed into her phone. Glancing at the kitchen entrance to make sure Santana wouldn't suddenly appear. "I'm totally telling Rachel what you said about her the first day you met her."
Brittany ended the call with a half huff, half satisfied nod. The blonde grabbed two beers from the fridge and snatched an armful of snacks from the counter. She paused at the kitchen entrance to take a steadying breath. She could get through one awkward night with the woman she was currently having mixed feelings about. Most of the time Brittany couldn't decide whether she wanted to strangle Santana or kiss her and it was confusing as hell.
'One movie,' Brittany swallowed down her anxiety. 'I can make it through one movie.'
When she entered the living room Santana was flipping through the DVDs Quinn had picked up earlier, a deep scowl across her pretty features. Brittany set down their beers and assortment of snacks. Santana's gaze snapped toward the blonde, a strained smile across her lips. "I'm going to guess that Quinn picked all of these movies out."
"Yeah. I bought the snacks and Q rented the movies." Brittany settled into the couch as far away from Santana as physically possible. Blue eyes glancing across the movie titles. "What did she… oh my god!" Her stare shifted to Santana, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. "I told her to get Despicable Me not… those!"
Santana chuckled lightly at the blonde's reaction. She tossed the questionable DVDs back onto the coffee table, reached for a beer, and took a healthy swig. "Pretty sure we've been set up."
"Yeah." Brittany offered a tentative smile, the anxious tension between them somewhat dissipating. "Quinn's not very subtle, huh."
The brunette's gaze wandered once more over Brittany's figure. Maybe Puck had the right idea. Maybe Santana just needed to fuck Brittany out of her system. Then she wouldn't have that feeling in the pit of her stomach every time Brittany looked at her. She wouldn't have the stupid urge to see her smile. She shrugged nonchalantly and couldn't bring herself to look into Brittany's eyes as words tumbled casually from her lips. "Wanna make out?"
Minutes ticked by in silence before Santana gained the courage to look at Brittany's face. The gorgeous blonde was staring at her, mouth agape. It was the darkening swirl of lust in Brittany's eyes that prompted Santana to shuffle closer. A sexy little grin playing at her full ruby painted lips. She leaned toward Brittany, upper body stretched over the middle couch cushion. Santana stared up at the gaping blonde through her thick lashes. Brittany's gaze shifted distractedly to Santana's generous display of cleavage. The brunette's breast looked like they were a breath away from popping out of the tight confines of Santana's sexy little dress. Blue eyes flickered up to Santana's delicious lips. She watched them move, only half listening to the confident words sounding from somewhere low in Santana's throat.
"What's it gonna be, Brittany?"
The sound of her name on Santana's tongue sent a shiver down Brittany's spine. She bit at her bottom lip, stifling a whimper when Santana trailed her fingertips up along her bare arm. Chocolate colored eyes darkening, the corners of her ruby painted lips twitching into a salacious smirk. Santana's hand curled around the back of Brittany's neck, pulling the other woman closer. Warm, taunting breath ghosting over Brittany's tingling lips. "Your move."
"Um…" She swallowed at the lump in her throat. Eyes hazing, heart thudding. Was Santana serious? Or was she playing with Brittany's head? She distinctly remembered Santana pretending to be nothing but nice to her that night at the bar with Quinn. The dark haired beauty was a talented actress. Her skin prickled when Santana twirled a strand of golden hair around her finger. The action distracted Brittany from her doubtful thoughts. Urging her to lean in closer. To succumb to the pull of those too dark eyes. "Ok."
"What are you waiting for?" Santana drawled. Tone dripping with desire and amusement.
Brittany gave into the pleasurable trills Santana's words planted in the pit of her stomach. She lunged for the brunette. A low, sensual growl escaping her lips as they collided with Santana's. The brunette let loose a muffled whimper. Her other hand coming up to grip Brittany's bicep as the momentum forced her backward, her lower back bumping uncomfortably up against the armrest of the couch. The jolt of pain was quickly forgotten as Brittany nipped playfully at Santana's full bottom lip. Tongue darting out quickly after to sooth the delicious sting. Stirring the desire bubbling deliciously in the pit of her stomach. Santana groaned and arched her body up into Brittany's. Grip tightening around the blonde's arm. A delectable tingle surging through her at the feel of Brittany's body pressed so intimately against her own.
The swirl of want churning violently in the pit of Brittany's stomach travelled lower. Settled uncomfortably between her thighs. She was almost embarrassed at how wet she was getting just kissing Santana. It had been a while since Brittany was this close to anyone and her body not her brain, the useless organ was currently rounding its third chorus of 'oh my god's, seemed to be piloting the situation. Her hands moved of their own accord. Easing Santana's jacket off and throwing the garment somewhere behind her. Brittany had somehow managed to straddle Santana, trapping the brunette between her thighs.
Soft lips, nipping teeth, and coaxing sighs turned into dueling tongues and forceful mouths and the two women broke apart for air. The thudding of their hearts only accelerating when eager hands found bare skin. Santana's fingertips danced across Brittany's stomach. Delighting in the prickling of the blonde's skin and the jolt of her taunt muscles. Santana's exploration of Brittany's body ghosted higher and Brittany suddenly froze.
"Wh…wait… just," Brittany struggled to clear the fog from her head. "I just-" She settled her smoky sapphire eyes upon Santana's penetrating ebony. Her breath caught in her throat. She was momentarily side tracked by the pretty little flush across Santana's cheeks, her mussed hair, and swollen lips. "M-Maybe we should stop?"
Santana settled Brittany with a sultry stare, one corner of her lips curving into a smirk as she bit her bottom lip. All devious twinkle and beguiling grin. The brunette shook her head tauntingly. "Nu-uh."
"I think-" Brittany's half hearted protest was quelled by Santana's mouth against her skin. She could feel the cunning little smirk still upon Santana's lips with every press along her neck. Brittany moaned at the feel. Gasped when Santana sucked lightly at her pulse point. "San…tana…"
"Stop," The brunette growled into the base of Brittany's neck. "Thinking."
"I will no longer allow you to treat Quinn, your best friend and my wonderful girlfriend, so poorly when she is merely trying to be a good friend, Santana! Furthermore, I do not appreciate your name calling! I am not a troll! I won't stand idly by and let you continue to bully me! You can't pour a cup of water on me just to 'confirm I won't multiply' or leave a pot of candy gold coins on my desk or mail me fake plane tickets to Middle-earth or… I've interrupted something, haven't I?"
Surprised by the sudden outburst, Santana jolted forward. Brittany, red faced and horrified, swiveled around to face Rachel at the same exact moment. The movement had the two women landing in a pile of tangled limbs on the floor.
"It's not what it looks like!" Santana managed to wheeze out from beneath Brittany. Somehow the blonde's elbow had ended up striking her in the gut.
Brittany tensed as the caramel skinned woman struggled beneath her. Her skin was still buzzing from their earlier activities. She bit her lip when a bare thigh met the heated juncture between her legs. A muffled whimper escaped her throat before she could stifle it. Santana's brown eyes captured darkening sapphire, wide and curious. It was obvious from the expression on the brunette's face that she could feel exactly how aroused Brittany had become. A rippling heat coursed across Brittany's cheeks as panicked realization turned into dizzying fear. She stumbled into a standing position, averting her attention from Santana to the other brunette standing in the open doorway of her apartment.
"You didn't interrupt anything!" Brittany inwardly cowered at the look of blatant disbelief upon Rachel's face. "There was a bug… o-on Santana! I was, uh, I was helping her get it off and what you saw wasn't anything like what you think you saw because that is totally not what… that was…"
Brittany spared a glance at Santana who was easing herself up off of the ground and then back to Rachel who was simply staring at her like she was trying to make sense of what the blonde had said. When Quinn appeared in the doorway next to Rachel, eyebrows disappearing into the fringe of her bangs, Brittany bolted toward her room.
Santana straightened out her dress and ran her fingers through her disheveled hair. She casually picked up her purse and sauntered past Quinn and Rachel. The brunette exited the apartment without so much as a look in their direction. As if Rachel hadn't barged in on her rounding second base with Brittany. Halfway down the hall, Santana stopped, glanced briefly at her wristwatch, turned on her heel, and headed back over to Quinn. Features stoic.
"Remember," Santana held back the smirk threatening to break out across her face. She placed a hand on Quinn's shoulder, expression remaining serious. She glanced pointedly at Rachel. "You're not supposed to feed it after midnight."
Chapter: 4/?
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Brittany/Santana. Slight Rachel/Quinn. Mention of Kurt/Blaine.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
Warning: AU. Language. Femslash. Mature themes.
Author's Note: Enjoy.
Summary: "Stop," The brunette growled into the base of Brittany's neck. "Thinking."
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Brittany primped her hair, reapplied her lip gloss and wondered for the fifth time of the night why in the world she agreed to go out on a data with Santana. Sure, they had shared two amazing, knee weakening kisses. A little more the second time around. Yeah, Brittany could admit that she hadn't really been able to stop thinking about what could have happened had they not been interrupted. Okay, Santana was possibly one of the most attractive women on the planet and… wait, what was she getting at? Oh, right. There was not a plausible reason she should be going out on a date with Santana. They didn't even like each other… mostly. The lines were getting kind of blurry.
'What am I doing? This has to be some evil scheme!' The thought couldn't quell the butterflies fluttering in her stomach when a knock sounded from her apartment door.
"I'll get it!"
Brittany could hear Quinn practically running toward the door. She rolled her eyes and looked herself over once more in the bathroom mirror. "Here goes nothing."
The moment their eyes locked Brittany felt the stirrings of desire encompass her. Santana's salacious grin and smoldering gaze only fed the growing fire between them. Brittany smirked back, swirling blue gaze trailing appreciatively along Santana's figure.
"Well," A slow grin spread along Quinn's lips. She fought an amused laugh when her two friends instantly flushed and averted their gazes. "You two should get going."
Santana clutched at her handbag. Clearing her throat and chancing a glance in Brittany's direction. "R-Right. I made reservations and… yeah."
Twenty minutes and an uncomfortably silent car ride later, Brittany found herself sitting across the table from Santana in a fancy dimly lit restaurant that just screamed date. The blonde spared a brief glance at Santana over the cover of her menu before awkwardly clearing her throat.
"You look… nice. I like your," Brittany took in Santana's figure for the umpteenth of the night. Gaze settling distractedly upon Santana's ample cleavage. She swallowed nervously and tore her gaze away. "Shirt. I like your shirt."
"Thanks. It's, uh…" Santana cursed the heated flush seeping across her cheeks. The blonde better like her damn shirt. Santana had spent the better part of an hour rifling through her closet to find the right outfit. "You look nice too."
The rest of their meal was spent casting shy glances when they thought the other wasn't looking. The few times that their gazes locked, both women blushed furiously. The little conversation they managed to maintain was riddled with stuttered words, unfinished sentences, and shaky eye contact. They gave up talking all together once their food arrived and the rest of the night was spent in uncomfortable silence. By the end of the evening they found themselves standing awkwardly in front of Brittany's apartment building. Forced smiles upon their lips.
"I had a nice time." Brittany offered politely. She glanced up at her apartment window and could make out the faint outlines of Quinn and Rachel. No doubt the two meddlers were watching them. Brittany resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the thought. She shifted her gaze back to a blushing Santana.
"Yeah. Me too." All Santana could think about was getting home, taking a relaxing bath, and forgetting the entire night ever happened. She felt like an idiot for even thinking Brittany might actually like her back. It was a foolish whim. There was a reason Santana didn't do dating. She resolved to acknowledge her feelings for what they truly were. Santana reasoned that she was simply attracted to Brittany. The blonde was hot, definitely fuckable. It was nothing more than physical. Plain and simple.
Brittany looked up at her apartment window once more. She pursed her lips when she found Quinn pointing exaggeratedly down at her. The other blonde had her hands curled into fists, pointer fingers extended. She brought the pads of her fingers together and mouthed 'kiss her'. Brittany found Rachel shaking her head disapproval at Quinn's antics. Rachel's gaze locked with Brittany's and the brunette started making kissy faces. Brittany arched a brow. She watched Quinn turn to Rachel, a devious grin curving at her lips. Quinn pointed at Brittany and then to Santana. She gestured for Brittany to watch, grabbed a surprised Rachel's face, and went in for a passionate kiss. Thoroughly mortified, Brittany flushed a very dark shade of red. She wasn't going to kiss Santana, though the insistent recollection of their previous encounters had Brittany's body screaming otherwise. Their date was mega awkward. All Brittany wanted to do was head up to her apartment and go to bed. Maybe in the morning she could convince herself the entire evening was a nightmare.
"Are you ok?"
"Y-Yes. Fine. Absolutely. I should probably go up now." Wide sapphire eyes landed on questioning brown. Brittany spared another errant glance up at Quinn and Rachel. She found herself staring at an absurd amount of bare skin being pressed against the window. Horror lurched across her features.
"What are you…" Santana trailed off. Gaze locking on the apartment window. Santana made a gagging noise while quickly shifting her attention back to Brittany. "Tell me that's not what I think it is."
"Wish I could."
"Please excuse me while I go home and gouge my eyes out." Santana scowled. "You're not seriously going up there, right? I can't even imagine what they would sound like."
Brittany shuddered. She had been privy to that information on more than one occasion. "You don't want to know."
Santana laughed softly. Taking in the blonde's cute little pout with twinkling eyes. "We could head over to my place."
Shock surged across Brittany's features. She gaped at Santana for an elongated moment. Had she heard the brunette correctly? "What?"
"Not like… that!" Santana flushed. Her voice unnaturally high. "I didn't mean… Not that you aren't…" The brunette sighed, brought a hand to the bridge of her nose, and rubbed tiredly at her eyes. She regarded Brittany with a cautious smile. "Since Q and the midget look like they need some alone time I thought maybe you could hang out at my place until they're, uh, finished."
Brittany had turned about seven shades of red. "I should actually get to bed. Early day tomorrow."
"Oh. The interview with Sue Sylvester?"
"Yep. Seven a.m. sharp."
"Well, goodnight." Santana moved for a neutral handshake at the same time Brittany went for a friendly hug. The result? Santana's hand landing on Brittany's breast.
Brittany couldn't control her light whimper and froze. The slight contact was almost enough to send Brittany's head spinning. The tension between the two women quadrupled. They stared at each other with wide, panicked eyes before Brittany was suddenly in motion. The blonde half whispered, half squeaked a rushed goodbye over her shoulder at a wide eyed Santana Lopez. Fumbling briefly with her keys before jamming them into the lock, swinging the gate open, and running up the stairs. Upon reaching her apartment Brittany flung the door open, flushed cheeks worsening when she caught a glimpse of Quinn and Rachel, and stormed over to her room. Slamming her bedroom door shut and leaning heavily against it. Breathing erratic and skin flushed. A loud moan met her rushing ears and Brittany sighed heavily. She didn't know what was worse. Having made a complete fool of herself with Santana or having to spend the rest of the night listening to her roommate have obnoxiously loud sex with her assistant.
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Quinn Fabray liked to think she was an amazingly awesome friend. Brittany and Santana, especially Santana, should be thanking her as far as she was concerned. They were so obviously attracted to one another. Plus, she snuck up behind Brittany the other day while Brittany was writing one of her magazine articles. Her roommate was in such a daze that she didn't notice Quinn behind her, hazel green eyes staring smugly at the computer screen. Of course when Brittany finally realized what Quinn was up to she slammed the laptop shut and scrambled to the confines of her bedroom.
Santana wasn't any less obvious. The feisty brunette was constantly daydreaming, a bare hint of a smile playing at her lips. And don't even get her started on how her hopeless friends acted when in the same room. It was all avoidance and shy glances and blushing half smiles for the past week. Quinn supposed she should feel at least a little guilty for the massive amount of awkwardness she was currently witness to. She should also be a bit more cautious of the glare Santana was sending her way. The wide eyed, kicked puppy expression across Brittany's face should probably make her feel bad but… she was Quinn Fabray and it was all in their best interest. What does it really matter if she blatantly lied to both of them just to get them in the same room?
"Sorry, Britt." Quinn so wasn't. "We'll have to reschedule movie night. I completely forgot I promised Santana I would… Actually," She slipped her cell phone from her purse and pretended to look through her calendar. "Oh my, it totally slipped my mind." Quinn fought the sly grin tugging at her lips. "I made plans with Rachel tonight."
Brittany shuffled from foot to foot. Her sapphire eyes shifted to Santana and she instantly flushed when she noticed the brunette's dark gaze roving hungrily over her figure. Brittany silently wished she had worn more than a thin tank top and ridiculously short shorts. "It's okay, Q. I can-"
"I'm sure Santana wouldn't mind having a girls night with you, Britt." She smiled sweetly at the brunette who was glaring at her like she was seconds away from choking Quinn to death. "Right, San?"
Santana wanted nothing more than to wipe that smug look off of Quinn's face. This was her friend's plan all along? Get her in the same room with Brittany and suggest something Santana didn't have an excuse to get out of. "Sure."
"Well," Quinn headed for the door. A clear spring in her step. "You two have fun!"
Brittany crossed her arms self consciously over her chest. "…Hi."
"Hey." Santana picked shyly at the hem of her short, tight dress. Her stomach churned with nervousness and she tried not to stare at Brittany's legs. Her brown eyes focused intently on her bright red heels. She was going to kill Quinn. Quinn Fabray was going to be dead. That was it. End of story. The next time Santana saw Quinn she was going to-
"You look really nice." Brittany bit anxiously at her bottom lip, heart accelerating as she noticed Santana's appearance for the first time. The dark haired beauty's tight black curve hugging, cleavage accentuating, leg exposing dress caused Brittany's imagination to run wild.
"Thanks." Santana cleared her throat and ran a hand through her dark hair. Her eyes flickered to Brittany, their gazes meeting. They both flushed at the contact and immediately looked away.
"Do you want to…" Brittany rubbed at the back of her neck and gestured to the couch. "Sit, maybe? You can pick the movie?"
If her heart wasn't hammering so loudly in her ears and her stomach didn't feel like a bunch of carnivorous butterflies were trying to eat their way out, Santana was sure she would have found Brittany's shyness too fucking adorable. As it was, she could barely formulate anything more than one word answers. "Okay."
Brittany watched Santana settle rigidly atop the couch and the piece of furniture suddenly looked a lot smaller. She chewed at the inside of her cheek, blushing when her eyes drifted toward Santana's legs. The brunette's dress at ridden up just so, exposing more of her delicious caramel skin.
Santana cleared her throat and offered Brittany a hesitant smile. Santana's smile faltered when she noticed Brittany eyeing her legs. She tugged uselessly at the hem of her dress in a vain attempt to cover herself. The gesture was enough to snap Brittany out of her reverie and into action. The flustered blonde muttered some half intelligible statement before running out of the room. "I-I'll get the snacks!"
The moment Brittany was safely in the kitchen she scooped up her cell phone, mashing Quinn's number into the device. The phone rang once, twice, and cut to voice mail.
"You've reached Quinn Fabray. Leave a message at the-beep."
In the living room, Santana was glaring at her cell phone. Her dark eyes flickered briefly toward the kitchen. "Quinn I swear to god, usted es una mujer muerta. I am going to kill you and your little troll too."
"So, so, so not freaking cool, Q!" Brittany hissed into her phone. Glancing at the kitchen entrance to make sure Santana wouldn't suddenly appear. "I'm totally telling Rachel what you said about her the first day you met her."
Brittany ended the call with a half huff, half satisfied nod. The blonde grabbed two beers from the fridge and snatched an armful of snacks from the counter. She paused at the kitchen entrance to take a steadying breath. She could get through one awkward night with the woman she was currently having mixed feelings about. Most of the time Brittany couldn't decide whether she wanted to strangle Santana or kiss her and it was confusing as hell.
'One movie,' Brittany swallowed down her anxiety. 'I can make it through one movie.'
When she entered the living room Santana was flipping through the DVDs Quinn had picked up earlier, a deep scowl across her pretty features. Brittany set down their beers and assortment of snacks. Santana's gaze snapped toward the blonde, a strained smile across her lips. "I'm going to guess that Quinn picked all of these movies out."
"Yeah. I bought the snacks and Q rented the movies." Brittany settled into the couch as far away from Santana as physically possible. Blue eyes glancing across the movie titles. "What did she… oh my god!" Her stare shifted to Santana, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. "I told her to get Despicable Me not… those!"
Santana chuckled lightly at the blonde's reaction. She tossed the questionable DVDs back onto the coffee table, reached for a beer, and took a healthy swig. "Pretty sure we've been set up."
"Yeah." Brittany offered a tentative smile, the anxious tension between them somewhat dissipating. "Quinn's not very subtle, huh."
The brunette's gaze wandered once more over Brittany's figure. Maybe Puck had the right idea. Maybe Santana just needed to fuck Brittany out of her system. Then she wouldn't have that feeling in the pit of her stomach every time Brittany looked at her. She wouldn't have the stupid urge to see her smile. She shrugged nonchalantly and couldn't bring herself to look into Brittany's eyes as words tumbled casually from her lips. "Wanna make out?"
Minutes ticked by in silence before Santana gained the courage to look at Brittany's face. The gorgeous blonde was staring at her, mouth agape. It was the darkening swirl of lust in Brittany's eyes that prompted Santana to shuffle closer. A sexy little grin playing at her full ruby painted lips. She leaned toward Brittany, upper body stretched over the middle couch cushion. Santana stared up at the gaping blonde through her thick lashes. Brittany's gaze shifted distractedly to Santana's generous display of cleavage. The brunette's breast looked like they were a breath away from popping out of the tight confines of Santana's sexy little dress. Blue eyes flickered up to Santana's delicious lips. She watched them move, only half listening to the confident words sounding from somewhere low in Santana's throat.
"What's it gonna be, Brittany?"
The sound of her name on Santana's tongue sent a shiver down Brittany's spine. She bit at her bottom lip, stifling a whimper when Santana trailed her fingertips up along her bare arm. Chocolate colored eyes darkening, the corners of her ruby painted lips twitching into a salacious smirk. Santana's hand curled around the back of Brittany's neck, pulling the other woman closer. Warm, taunting breath ghosting over Brittany's tingling lips. "Your move."
"Um…" She swallowed at the lump in her throat. Eyes hazing, heart thudding. Was Santana serious? Or was she playing with Brittany's head? She distinctly remembered Santana pretending to be nothing but nice to her that night at the bar with Quinn. The dark haired beauty was a talented actress. Her skin prickled when Santana twirled a strand of golden hair around her finger. The action distracted Brittany from her doubtful thoughts. Urging her to lean in closer. To succumb to the pull of those too dark eyes. "Ok."
"What are you waiting for?" Santana drawled. Tone dripping with desire and amusement.
Brittany gave into the pleasurable trills Santana's words planted in the pit of her stomach. She lunged for the brunette. A low, sensual growl escaping her lips as they collided with Santana's. The brunette let loose a muffled whimper. Her other hand coming up to grip Brittany's bicep as the momentum forced her backward, her lower back bumping uncomfortably up against the armrest of the couch. The jolt of pain was quickly forgotten as Brittany nipped playfully at Santana's full bottom lip. Tongue darting out quickly after to sooth the delicious sting. Stirring the desire bubbling deliciously in the pit of her stomach. Santana groaned and arched her body up into Brittany's. Grip tightening around the blonde's arm. A delectable tingle surging through her at the feel of Brittany's body pressed so intimately against her own.
The swirl of want churning violently in the pit of Brittany's stomach travelled lower. Settled uncomfortably between her thighs. She was almost embarrassed at how wet she was getting just kissing Santana. It had been a while since Brittany was this close to anyone and her body not her brain, the useless organ was currently rounding its third chorus of 'oh my god's, seemed to be piloting the situation. Her hands moved of their own accord. Easing Santana's jacket off and throwing the garment somewhere behind her. Brittany had somehow managed to straddle Santana, trapping the brunette between her thighs.
Soft lips, nipping teeth, and coaxing sighs turned into dueling tongues and forceful mouths and the two women broke apart for air. The thudding of their hearts only accelerating when eager hands found bare skin. Santana's fingertips danced across Brittany's stomach. Delighting in the prickling of the blonde's skin and the jolt of her taunt muscles. Santana's exploration of Brittany's body ghosted higher and Brittany suddenly froze.
"Wh…wait… just," Brittany struggled to clear the fog from her head. "I just-" She settled her smoky sapphire eyes upon Santana's penetrating ebony. Her breath caught in her throat. She was momentarily side tracked by the pretty little flush across Santana's cheeks, her mussed hair, and swollen lips. "M-Maybe we should stop?"
Santana settled Brittany with a sultry stare, one corner of her lips curving into a smirk as she bit her bottom lip. All devious twinkle and beguiling grin. The brunette shook her head tauntingly. "Nu-uh."
"I think-" Brittany's half hearted protest was quelled by Santana's mouth against her skin. She could feel the cunning little smirk still upon Santana's lips with every press along her neck. Brittany moaned at the feel. Gasped when Santana sucked lightly at her pulse point. "San…tana…"
"Stop," The brunette growled into the base of Brittany's neck. "Thinking."
"I will no longer allow you to treat Quinn, your best friend and my wonderful girlfriend, so poorly when she is merely trying to be a good friend, Santana! Furthermore, I do not appreciate your name calling! I am not a troll! I won't stand idly by and let you continue to bully me! You can't pour a cup of water on me just to 'confirm I won't multiply' or leave a pot of candy gold coins on my desk or mail me fake plane tickets to Middle-earth or… I've interrupted something, haven't I?"
Surprised by the sudden outburst, Santana jolted forward. Brittany, red faced and horrified, swiveled around to face Rachel at the same exact moment. The movement had the two women landing in a pile of tangled limbs on the floor.
"It's not what it looks like!" Santana managed to wheeze out from beneath Brittany. Somehow the blonde's elbow had ended up striking her in the gut.
Brittany tensed as the caramel skinned woman struggled beneath her. Her skin was still buzzing from their earlier activities. She bit her lip when a bare thigh met the heated juncture between her legs. A muffled whimper escaped her throat before she could stifle it. Santana's brown eyes captured darkening sapphire, wide and curious. It was obvious from the expression on the brunette's face that she could feel exactly how aroused Brittany had become. A rippling heat coursed across Brittany's cheeks as panicked realization turned into dizzying fear. She stumbled into a standing position, averting her attention from Santana to the other brunette standing in the open doorway of her apartment.
"You didn't interrupt anything!" Brittany inwardly cowered at the look of blatant disbelief upon Rachel's face. "There was a bug… o-on Santana! I was, uh, I was helping her get it off and what you saw wasn't anything like what you think you saw because that is totally not what… that was…"
Brittany spared a glance at Santana who was easing herself up off of the ground and then back to Rachel who was simply staring at her like she was trying to make sense of what the blonde had said. When Quinn appeared in the doorway next to Rachel, eyebrows disappearing into the fringe of her bangs, Brittany bolted toward her room.
Santana straightened out her dress and ran her fingers through her disheveled hair. She casually picked up her purse and sauntered past Quinn and Rachel. The brunette exited the apartment without so much as a look in their direction. As if Rachel hadn't barged in on her rounding second base with Brittany. Halfway down the hall, Santana stopped, glanced briefly at her wristwatch, turned on her heel, and headed back over to Quinn. Features stoic.
"Remember," Santana held back the smirk threatening to break out across her face. She placed a hand on Quinn's shoulder, expression remaining serious. She glanced pointedly at Rachel. "You're not supposed to feed it after midnight."