God Knows Even Angels Fall 17/?
Title: God Knows Even Angels Fall
Pairing: Santana/Brittany
Rating: PG this chapter.
Summary: AU. Finished with her tour, Brittany's back in the States with an obligation to fulfil. She isn't too sure how to go about it, or if she even wants to- Especially once she gets to know Santana.
Warnings: Character death from 1st chapter
Spoilers: Bits and pieces from everywhere, so to be safe, up to current episodes.
Word Count: 3000~
Author's Note;; 'ola, everyone! I'm sorry for taking this long; it's been a horrid past couple weeks for me. There were a couple huge assignments due, then there were family issues when a relative passed away some time ago. Just have to say, thank you everyone for reading, and to those who comment, I bequeath upon you many many hearts. Your support means a lot to me.
I just got a tumblr- certifiableinsanity (bwaha, look, another weird name!) and I'm also in the process of writing a 5times Brittana fic. Feeling kinda burned out, though.
You're all lovely and gorgeous, I hope you had a great weekend!
Tapping the pads of her fingers along the bend of Brittany's left elbow, Santana let out a contented hum before lacing their fingers together. Her lips pursed in a fond smile as she stroked the inside of the blonde's wrist with her thumb, her free arm draped lazily under and around a snoozing Brittany's waist.
It wasn't often that she got to be the big spoon, so she took the opportunity to revel in it.
Both of them were curled up on an armchair, Brittany's legs tucked in a corner and her knees leaning against Santana's chest and her body pressed snugly against the Latina's, the other woman's arms the only reason she hadn't toppled off a long time ago. Santana marvelled that such a lanky person could endure such a position for more than an hour now. She herself was in better shape; her legs hung over the side of the armchair, Brittany's arms were linked (very) loosely around her back and her head tucked into the curve under Santana's chin. Once in a while, Santana would dip her head and press her cheek against Brittany's forehead, blowing a little whimsically at the wisps of blonde hair that had settled over eyelids hiding bright blue eyes.
Scattered throughout the room, most of the ex-New Directions kids were either crashed motionlessly facedown on the floor or staring intently at the flickering screen of the television in Kurt's and Finn's place, the latter of whom now sported a highly decorated wrist cast. Lauren was noticeably absent, as were Tina and Sam, who had apologetically taken off sometime after dinner. Artie was still ostentatiously there, a presence that Santana was loathing. Did the dude just not know how to get a hint?
After the three of them- Quinn, Santana, Brittany- had left the graveyard, Quinn had cheered up noticeably and blushed prettily (there aren't many girls who can do that) before apologizing for her 'breakdown'. Then she'd turned all sparkly-eyed towards Santana, and suggested that they go get lunch together so that she could get to know Brittany better. Santana had grinned with relief, snarking that she'd been had and that Quinn was a bitch. The shorter blonde hadn't refuted that, merely pressing a brief, sloppy and loud kiss to Santana's temple before pushing her foot down on the gas pedal.
Brittany had to award her points, just because. She liked Quinn already.
The way Santana's face lit up when Quinn turned the car into the car park of Breadstix was endearingly child-like, and was quickly growing to be one of Brittany's favourite Santana-expressions. From the backseat, Brittany watched as her girlfriend prepared to bolt from the vehicle and zoom into the restaurant, knuckles tightening against the restricting seatbelt. She could even hear the mental countdown. Before she could dash out of the car though, Quinn laid a hand on her shoulder and muttered a barely audible "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry it's not my fault I swear." before she got out and scuttled away, leaving Santana still seated, completely confused.
With a small smile and a flourish, Brittany opened all the doors for Santana and pulled out a seat for her, surreptitiously slipping into the chair between Santana and Kurt, right across from Artie. At the other end of the table, Quinn cowered into Mike's side, avoiding Santana's glare. Finn, Rachel, Lauren, Sam were absent- Kurt had leaned over and muttered that the four had gone to the hospital, and three of them would try to make it in time for whatever they wanted to do next, which they were (generously) leaving up to Santana and Brittany to decide. He then carried on, in a louder tone, that they had tried to get Artie to shove off but the wheelchair-bound man was just too obstinate.
Brittany didn't understand what that meant, so she gave Artie a small, reassuring smile. She wasn't aware, after all, that he had said anything against her.
But Santana caught Artie looking all moon-eyed at Brittany and her leg instinctively shot out, thumping Artie hard on the shin. Then, she was forced to endure his smirk as it dawned upon the both of them that he hadn't been able to feel it.
However, he wasn't smirking when Brittany slipped her arm around Santana's waist and rubbed her thigh soothingly, pressing a kiss onto the corner of the brunette's mouth.
Santana hadn't been able to help taking a triumphant bite of a breadstick, grinning all the while.
The rest of them could only hide their smiles.
Children.
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Dinner carried on in that fashion, with Artie glowering at the two girls and Santana silently gloating while Brittany ignored the both of them, instead engaging in conversation with Kurt, Mercedes, Tina, Mike and Quinn. The Gleeks politely kept away from all mention of Puck, the military, and Brittany's past, instead choosing to focus on the present and future.
When Brittany mentioned all of what she and Santana had done over the past few weeks, Kurt hadn't been able to keep himself from chortling, leaning over and poking at a blushing Santana when an oblivious Brittany mused that "Pirate ships are good for making out on". Mike had guffawed, holding out his palm towards the ex-soldier for a high five, while Quinn laughed and called Santana a bitch for not inviting them along.
"Brittany," Santana murmured with an indulgent smile, "Britt, you're totally ruining my rep here."
Said blonde stared solemnly at her girlfriend for several long moments before she turned back to the table of people and announced blandly, "Santana also got us kicked out of a bar and arrested."
The Latina slumped back in her chair, eyebrows raised and a cocky grin on her face. "All I gotta say is, next time I tell an ugly freak to back off my girl, they better scatter." She bared her teeth in a feral growl, mostly aimed at Artie. The boy looked considerably cowed.
"We didn't get thrown in jail, though," Brittany continued with a little smile, "The cop said we were very pretty and let us go with a warning."
"Bouncer," Santana corrected, "The cop took the ugly freak."
"Bouncer, then," Brittany acquiesced easily. She and Santana exchanged grins and a few kisses, causing Kurt to flail his hands about and squawk indignantly about how he "didn't need to see that".
Tina shrugged and remarked that it was hot, Mike chiming in his agreement, leaving Mercedes, Kurt and Quinn to struggle with their want to smack the other two upside the head or just cover their eyes.
Santana gave them all the finger.
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After the dinner (Santana had packed away as many breadsticks as she could, going as far as to stuff a few into Brittany's pockets), Mike suggested that he and Brittany along with their girlfriends go face to face in a basketball match, and Kurt offered his parents' place as Finn had put a hoop up years before.
Excited, Brittany agreed. Tina drove the two back to Santana's place to pick up a spare change of clothes, dropping them off at Kurt's before she had to leave, promising to meet up with Brittany again sometime.
"Soon," She'd told Brittany with a smile, exchanging a fistbump with Santana before she left.
"I like her," Brittany informed her girlfriend before her gaze raked over Santana's torso and she reached out, "But I like you in my hoodie more." Twirling the string around her finger, she smirked glibly even as she snuck a wandering hand under the large sweater. "I'd prefer it off, though."
Fingers circling around Brittany's slender wrists, Santana shook her head. "Later," She promised, "After you've won the game."
Brittany was delighted that Santana believed in her so, but she couldn't deny that Mike was a freaking ninja. Even after Sam joined her team, the Asian boy managed to hold his own alone- Quinn had long since moved off to the side along with Santana, the both of them unashamedly ogling their respective partners. Finn had joined in, expertly keeping his injured wrist out of the way behind his back. Graceful dancer he might not be, he was still pretty good on the court.
"I think it's easy to determine that Mike has all of them beat," Kurt remarked idly from where he was sitting.
"He is rather superb in basketball," Rachel agreed.
"Oh honey, I think he means in terms of abs," Mercedes laughed, doing her little handshake with Kurt when the man smiled wider.
The players on the court had long since removed their shirts, Brittany included, though she obviously left her sports bra on. Once, when they caught the rest appreciating their half bare bodies, they had paused the game and struck a pose, showing their forms off to the best of their abilities. Mike did a one hand stand, grinning cheerfully at his girlfriend while Finn, as Kurt remarked, "stood like a power ranger". Sam went into the traditional muscleman pose, showing off his biceps, and Brittany flexed her arms, smirking and winking at Santana- Only at Santana.
"Hey, Lopez," Quinn nudged her friend when the game had been restarted, "Stop drooling. You're getting it all over the ground."
The rest of them laughed. "Damn girl, she's gone."
Waving her hand in their faces, Santana merely proclaimed, "I regret nothing."
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Mike had unanimously been declared the winner. Finn clapped him on the back and joked that he was the winner at life. Sam grinned, informing the Asian boy that he had well and truly earned his cake, with a sideways glance at an oblivious Quinn. He got whacked over the head for that.
Everyone then split up to take a shower. Or, well, that had been the initial plan. Mike and Quinn snuck off together; Finn and Rachel disappeared into the former's room, and Brittany and Santana both entered Kurt's bathroom before closing the door on his appalled face, drowning out his demands that they not do anything horrid on his counter.
If anything, his shouting only made Santana more eager, a fact that she enthusiastically informed him of after they emerged. Brittany was apologetic, made even more so when the already pale boy went paler. She tried to reassure him that they only did it in the shower so he didn't have to worry about cleaning the counter, but didn't seem to help at all. She could only express her apologies as a smirking Santana dragged her away from the apoplectic boy.
Santana's good mood didn't last, though. They were apparently the first ones out of the shower ("Well goddamnit, that was a waste.") and they'd decided to regroup in the living room, where Artie sat alone, channel surfing. Santana hadn't missed him staring at her girlfriend during the game, but hadn't wanted to cause a scene.
"Eyes to yourself, asshat," Santana snapped, dragging Brittany closer possessively. The blonde squeezed the shorter girl's arm gently, towing them both towards the furthest chair from Artie. To ensure that Santana wouldn't be able to jump off and lunge at the man, Brittany made sure to drape herself over her girlfriend's thighs, arms looping around her neck and pulling her head down.
"Don't be mad," She whispered against Santana's lips, "He just wishes he's as hot as us."
Santana chuckled, perfectly content to just sit there and make out with her super, super hot girlfriend.
It hadn't taken long for Brittany to fall asleep in that position- They'd settled on a movie (Fast and Furious) and passed around bowls of popcorn and chips, and Santana munched away happily at her smuggled breadsticks while the blonde dozed lightly. And she wasn't the only one.
Mike and Quinn were curled up on one end of the couch, the Asian Ninja just on the verge of nodding off. Rachel had long since passed out, snuggled into Finn's side, the tall man leaning his cheek on the top of her head. If it weren't so barfworthy, Santana would have- Well, no. She still would have thrown up at the sappiness of it all.
Twisting her wrist so that she could sneak a glance at Brittany's watch, Santana pressed a series of kisses along the blonde's ear and jaw line, effectively causing her to stir. "Hey, babe."
Letting out a soft sigh, Brittany turned and nuzzled her face into Santana's neck, making a muffled questioning noise.
"You wanna head back? A bed would be way more comfortable, and we can take a walk back to my place and crash there tonight."
"Mmm, walk sounds nice," The blonde murmured, yawning and glancing at her watch- Just a little over ten. It was surprising, being tired this early. She and Santana had taken to staying up till about midnight every night, but maybe it had to do with all the emotions, and a basketball game on top of that.
After bidding everyone goodbye and goodnight, Santana and Brittany found themselves out on the sidewalk, the former snuggled into the taller woman's side. For a summer's night, it was unexpectedly chilly, so Brittany once again offered her hoodie to Santana. She had to admit, she really liked seeing the Latina in her clothes.
They walked in companionable silence back to Santana's place, Brittany jokingly offering to help her girlfriend break into her own house via window so as not to wake her parents up. The brunette scoffed, informing the other woman that she had locked her window before they left, thank you very much.
"Doesn't mean I still can't break in through the window," Brittany retorted.
"Ah, see, but then you'd be breaking and entering, and why bother when I've got a loverly bunch of keys that I may use to show you the world?" Santana countered.
That gave Brittany pause. "Was that a Disney reference?" She finally asked, blue eyes amused.
"...maybe." Without giving Brittany another glance, Santana breezed through the door and down to her bedroom, kicking her shoes off in the general direction of her closet. Brittany followed after throwing the deadbolt on the front door, stepping into Santana's room before gently closing the door and locking it.
"I haven't watched Disney in years," Brittany continued as though their conversation hadn't been interrupted, "I remember really liking the prince in the one where there's a dragon who blew green fire." When Santana tilted her head to the side and gave her a questioning look, Brittany explained, "The prince could dance. He's my favourite."
"I think all of them could dance, Britt," Santana responded with a chuckle, changing into a loose shirt and shorts and tossing a change of clothes to the blonde, "It's like, a requirement for all princes and princesses that they know how to dance."
"Really?" Brittany pondered this new scrap of information while she changed and folded her discarded clothes before crawling into bed next to Santana, settling with her head pillowed on the smaller girl's stomach. They were silent for a while, Santana flipping through channels on the television idly before Brittany asked, voice soft, "Am I your prince?"
Baffled, Santana pondered upon that for a while.
"Yeah, I guess so," She finally replied, running her fingers through blonde locks, "I mean, you give me your jacket and your arm and open doors for me. And, you look smoking hot.
"You make an awesome prince," She concluded with a smile, leaning down to press her lips against Brittany's.
Hand snaking up to cradle a tanned cheek, Brittany rose to one elbow, following Santana up and never breaking their kiss even when Santana made to pull away. Her free hand sneaked under Santana's shirt to rest warmly on the small of Santana's back when she shifted to straddle Santana's thighs. The feeling of Santana's arms encircling her waist caused her to break the kiss, leaning her forehead onto Santana's as they breathed.
"What happened today?" Santana asked quietly, her thumbs stroking along Brittany's sides soothingly.
Brittany stayed silent for a while, before admitting, "I heard them. They blame me." Seeing Santana's expression, she corrected, "Some of them. I felt sad and I didn't know where to go, then I got angry and threw my phone and it broke."
Apologetic, Santana buried her face in the curve of Brittany's neck. "They're assholes, all of them," She murmured. "I'm sorry you heard that."
"You're not mad I left?" Brittany pulled back slightly, blue gaze hopeful.
"Well, I was worried," Santana nudged Brittany's nose with her own, "But no, not mad."
"I'm sorry," Brittany breathed, hugging Santana's neck tightly, "I never want to leave you."
Seeing an opening, Santana took her chance.
"What do you think of driving back to San Fran? With me? Like a road trip. With me. Would you? With me?" She asked, wincing slightly and pressing her face into soft blonde hair. No. Game. She had no game, not anymore. "I mean, we don't have to, I just thought it'd be fun and we can see all the sights and I really missed my jeep and-"
She was surprised when firm hands palmed her cheeks and a soft kiss was placed on her lips, cutting her ramble off.
"I'd love to." Sucking in a sharp breath of air, Brittany admitted, "I'd do anything you want to do. You are my life now; I love you and you mean everything to me."
Being told that she was someone's everything was a little weird and somewhat startling, but Santana hugged Brittany closer and nuzzled into her. "You mean a lot to me, too." For a while they just sat there, Brittany in Santana's lap and long legs hooked behind Santana's back, both lost in their own thoughts.
"This is probably going to be the dealbreaker," Brittany finally broke the silence, "But you should know this about me before we go anywhere together, because it makes me a bad prince."
"...what is it?" Santana asked, apprehensive. Brittany's tone was so serious, her normally dreamy gaze focused and unnerving.
"I can't dance."
Santana could only laugh in relief.
Hope you enjoyed. xx
ps. if you can pick up my nerdy references, power to you, you get all the cookies.
Pairing: Santana/Brittany
Rating: PG this chapter.
Summary: AU. Finished with her tour, Brittany's back in the States with an obligation to fulfil. She isn't too sure how to go about it, or if she even wants to- Especially once she gets to know Santana.
Warnings: Character death from 1st chapter
Spoilers: Bits and pieces from everywhere, so to be safe, up to current episodes.
Word Count: 3000~
Author's Note;; 'ola, everyone! I'm sorry for taking this long; it's been a horrid past couple weeks for me. There were a couple huge assignments due, then there were family issues when a relative passed away some time ago. Just have to say, thank you everyone for reading, and to those who comment, I bequeath upon you many many hearts. Your support means a lot to me.
I just got a tumblr- certifiableinsanity (bwaha, look, another weird name!) and I'm also in the process of writing a 5times Brittana fic. Feeling kinda burned out, though.
You're all lovely and gorgeous, I hope you had a great weekend!
Tapping the pads of her fingers along the bend of Brittany's left elbow, Santana let out a contented hum before lacing their fingers together. Her lips pursed in a fond smile as she stroked the inside of the blonde's wrist with her thumb, her free arm draped lazily under and around a snoozing Brittany's waist.
It wasn't often that she got to be the big spoon, so she took the opportunity to revel in it.
Both of them were curled up on an armchair, Brittany's legs tucked in a corner and her knees leaning against Santana's chest and her body pressed snugly against the Latina's, the other woman's arms the only reason she hadn't toppled off a long time ago. Santana marvelled that such a lanky person could endure such a position for more than an hour now. She herself was in better shape; her legs hung over the side of the armchair, Brittany's arms were linked (very) loosely around her back and her head tucked into the curve under Santana's chin. Once in a while, Santana would dip her head and press her cheek against Brittany's forehead, blowing a little whimsically at the wisps of blonde hair that had settled over eyelids hiding bright blue eyes.
Scattered throughout the room, most of the ex-New Directions kids were either crashed motionlessly facedown on the floor or staring intently at the flickering screen of the television in Kurt's and Finn's place, the latter of whom now sported a highly decorated wrist cast. Lauren was noticeably absent, as were Tina and Sam, who had apologetically taken off sometime after dinner. Artie was still ostentatiously there, a presence that Santana was loathing. Did the dude just not know how to get a hint?
After the three of them- Quinn, Santana, Brittany- had left the graveyard, Quinn had cheered up noticeably and blushed prettily (there aren't many girls who can do that) before apologizing for her 'breakdown'. Then she'd turned all sparkly-eyed towards Santana, and suggested that they go get lunch together so that she could get to know Brittany better. Santana had grinned with relief, snarking that she'd been had and that Quinn was a bitch. The shorter blonde hadn't refuted that, merely pressing a brief, sloppy and loud kiss to Santana's temple before pushing her foot down on the gas pedal.
Brittany had to award her points, just because. She liked Quinn already.
The way Santana's face lit up when Quinn turned the car into the car park of Breadstix was endearingly child-like, and was quickly growing to be one of Brittany's favourite Santana-expressions. From the backseat, Brittany watched as her girlfriend prepared to bolt from the vehicle and zoom into the restaurant, knuckles tightening against the restricting seatbelt. She could even hear the mental countdown. Before she could dash out of the car though, Quinn laid a hand on her shoulder and muttered a barely audible "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry it's not my fault I swear." before she got out and scuttled away, leaving Santana still seated, completely confused.
With a small smile and a flourish, Brittany opened all the doors for Santana and pulled out a seat for her, surreptitiously slipping into the chair between Santana and Kurt, right across from Artie. At the other end of the table, Quinn cowered into Mike's side, avoiding Santana's glare. Finn, Rachel, Lauren, Sam were absent- Kurt had leaned over and muttered that the four had gone to the hospital, and three of them would try to make it in time for whatever they wanted to do next, which they were (generously) leaving up to Santana and Brittany to decide. He then carried on, in a louder tone, that they had tried to get Artie to shove off but the wheelchair-bound man was just too obstinate.
Brittany didn't understand what that meant, so she gave Artie a small, reassuring smile. She wasn't aware, after all, that he had said anything against her.
But Santana caught Artie looking all moon-eyed at Brittany and her leg instinctively shot out, thumping Artie hard on the shin. Then, she was forced to endure his smirk as it dawned upon the both of them that he hadn't been able to feel it.
However, he wasn't smirking when Brittany slipped her arm around Santana's waist and rubbed her thigh soothingly, pressing a kiss onto the corner of the brunette's mouth.
Santana hadn't been able to help taking a triumphant bite of a breadstick, grinning all the while.
The rest of them could only hide their smiles.
Children.
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Dinner carried on in that fashion, with Artie glowering at the two girls and Santana silently gloating while Brittany ignored the both of them, instead engaging in conversation with Kurt, Mercedes, Tina, Mike and Quinn. The Gleeks politely kept away from all mention of Puck, the military, and Brittany's past, instead choosing to focus on the present and future.
When Brittany mentioned all of what she and Santana had done over the past few weeks, Kurt hadn't been able to keep himself from chortling, leaning over and poking at a blushing Santana when an oblivious Brittany mused that "Pirate ships are good for making out on". Mike had guffawed, holding out his palm towards the ex-soldier for a high five, while Quinn laughed and called Santana a bitch for not inviting them along.
"Brittany," Santana murmured with an indulgent smile, "Britt, you're totally ruining my rep here."
Said blonde stared solemnly at her girlfriend for several long moments before she turned back to the table of people and announced blandly, "Santana also got us kicked out of a bar and arrested."
The Latina slumped back in her chair, eyebrows raised and a cocky grin on her face. "All I gotta say is, next time I tell an ugly freak to back off my girl, they better scatter." She bared her teeth in a feral growl, mostly aimed at Artie. The boy looked considerably cowed.
"We didn't get thrown in jail, though," Brittany continued with a little smile, "The cop said we were very pretty and let us go with a warning."
"Bouncer," Santana corrected, "The cop took the ugly freak."
"Bouncer, then," Brittany acquiesced easily. She and Santana exchanged grins and a few kisses, causing Kurt to flail his hands about and squawk indignantly about how he "didn't need to see that".
Tina shrugged and remarked that it was hot, Mike chiming in his agreement, leaving Mercedes, Kurt and Quinn to struggle with their want to smack the other two upside the head or just cover their eyes.
Santana gave them all the finger.
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After the dinner (Santana had packed away as many breadsticks as she could, going as far as to stuff a few into Brittany's pockets), Mike suggested that he and Brittany along with their girlfriends go face to face in a basketball match, and Kurt offered his parents' place as Finn had put a hoop up years before.
Excited, Brittany agreed. Tina drove the two back to Santana's place to pick up a spare change of clothes, dropping them off at Kurt's before she had to leave, promising to meet up with Brittany again sometime.
"Soon," She'd told Brittany with a smile, exchanging a fistbump with Santana before she left.
"I like her," Brittany informed her girlfriend before her gaze raked over Santana's torso and she reached out, "But I like you in my hoodie more." Twirling the string around her finger, she smirked glibly even as she snuck a wandering hand under the large sweater. "I'd prefer it off, though."
Fingers circling around Brittany's slender wrists, Santana shook her head. "Later," She promised, "After you've won the game."
Brittany was delighted that Santana believed in her so, but she couldn't deny that Mike was a freaking ninja. Even after Sam joined her team, the Asian boy managed to hold his own alone- Quinn had long since moved off to the side along with Santana, the both of them unashamedly ogling their respective partners. Finn had joined in, expertly keeping his injured wrist out of the way behind his back. Graceful dancer he might not be, he was still pretty good on the court.
"I think it's easy to determine that Mike has all of them beat," Kurt remarked idly from where he was sitting.
"He is rather superb in basketball," Rachel agreed.
"Oh honey, I think he means in terms of abs," Mercedes laughed, doing her little handshake with Kurt when the man smiled wider.
The players on the court had long since removed their shirts, Brittany included, though she obviously left her sports bra on. Once, when they caught the rest appreciating their half bare bodies, they had paused the game and struck a pose, showing their forms off to the best of their abilities. Mike did a one hand stand, grinning cheerfully at his girlfriend while Finn, as Kurt remarked, "stood like a power ranger". Sam went into the traditional muscleman pose, showing off his biceps, and Brittany flexed her arms, smirking and winking at Santana- Only at Santana.
"Hey, Lopez," Quinn nudged her friend when the game had been restarted, "Stop drooling. You're getting it all over the ground."
The rest of them laughed. "Damn girl, she's gone."
Waving her hand in their faces, Santana merely proclaimed, "I regret nothing."
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Mike had unanimously been declared the winner. Finn clapped him on the back and joked that he was the winner at life. Sam grinned, informing the Asian boy that he had well and truly earned his cake, with a sideways glance at an oblivious Quinn. He got whacked over the head for that.
Everyone then split up to take a shower. Or, well, that had been the initial plan. Mike and Quinn snuck off together; Finn and Rachel disappeared into the former's room, and Brittany and Santana both entered Kurt's bathroom before closing the door on his appalled face, drowning out his demands that they not do anything horrid on his counter.
If anything, his shouting only made Santana more eager, a fact that she enthusiastically informed him of after they emerged. Brittany was apologetic, made even more so when the already pale boy went paler. She tried to reassure him that they only did it in the shower so he didn't have to worry about cleaning the counter, but didn't seem to help at all. She could only express her apologies as a smirking Santana dragged her away from the apoplectic boy.
Santana's good mood didn't last, though. They were apparently the first ones out of the shower ("Well goddamnit, that was a waste.") and they'd decided to regroup in the living room, where Artie sat alone, channel surfing. Santana hadn't missed him staring at her girlfriend during the game, but hadn't wanted to cause a scene.
"Eyes to yourself, asshat," Santana snapped, dragging Brittany closer possessively. The blonde squeezed the shorter girl's arm gently, towing them both towards the furthest chair from Artie. To ensure that Santana wouldn't be able to jump off and lunge at the man, Brittany made sure to drape herself over her girlfriend's thighs, arms looping around her neck and pulling her head down.
"Don't be mad," She whispered against Santana's lips, "He just wishes he's as hot as us."
Santana chuckled, perfectly content to just sit there and make out with her super, super hot girlfriend.
It hadn't taken long for Brittany to fall asleep in that position- They'd settled on a movie (Fast and Furious) and passed around bowls of popcorn and chips, and Santana munched away happily at her smuggled breadsticks while the blonde dozed lightly. And she wasn't the only one.
Mike and Quinn were curled up on one end of the couch, the Asian Ninja just on the verge of nodding off. Rachel had long since passed out, snuggled into Finn's side, the tall man leaning his cheek on the top of her head. If it weren't so barfworthy, Santana would have- Well, no. She still would have thrown up at the sappiness of it all.
Twisting her wrist so that she could sneak a glance at Brittany's watch, Santana pressed a series of kisses along the blonde's ear and jaw line, effectively causing her to stir. "Hey, babe."
Letting out a soft sigh, Brittany turned and nuzzled her face into Santana's neck, making a muffled questioning noise.
"You wanna head back? A bed would be way more comfortable, and we can take a walk back to my place and crash there tonight."
"Mmm, walk sounds nice," The blonde murmured, yawning and glancing at her watch- Just a little over ten. It was surprising, being tired this early. She and Santana had taken to staying up till about midnight every night, but maybe it had to do with all the emotions, and a basketball game on top of that.
After bidding everyone goodbye and goodnight, Santana and Brittany found themselves out on the sidewalk, the former snuggled into the taller woman's side. For a summer's night, it was unexpectedly chilly, so Brittany once again offered her hoodie to Santana. She had to admit, she really liked seeing the Latina in her clothes.
They walked in companionable silence back to Santana's place, Brittany jokingly offering to help her girlfriend break into her own house via window so as not to wake her parents up. The brunette scoffed, informing the other woman that she had locked her window before they left, thank you very much.
"Doesn't mean I still can't break in through the window," Brittany retorted.
"Ah, see, but then you'd be breaking and entering, and why bother when I've got a loverly bunch of keys that I may use to show you the world?" Santana countered.
That gave Brittany pause. "Was that a Disney reference?" She finally asked, blue eyes amused.
"...maybe." Without giving Brittany another glance, Santana breezed through the door and down to her bedroom, kicking her shoes off in the general direction of her closet. Brittany followed after throwing the deadbolt on the front door, stepping into Santana's room before gently closing the door and locking it.
"I haven't watched Disney in years," Brittany continued as though their conversation hadn't been interrupted, "I remember really liking the prince in the one where there's a dragon who blew green fire." When Santana tilted her head to the side and gave her a questioning look, Brittany explained, "The prince could dance. He's my favourite."
"I think all of them could dance, Britt," Santana responded with a chuckle, changing into a loose shirt and shorts and tossing a change of clothes to the blonde, "It's like, a requirement for all princes and princesses that they know how to dance."
"Really?" Brittany pondered this new scrap of information while she changed and folded her discarded clothes before crawling into bed next to Santana, settling with her head pillowed on the smaller girl's stomach. They were silent for a while, Santana flipping through channels on the television idly before Brittany asked, voice soft, "Am I your prince?"
Baffled, Santana pondered upon that for a while.
"Yeah, I guess so," She finally replied, running her fingers through blonde locks, "I mean, you give me your jacket and your arm and open doors for me. And, you look smoking hot.
"You make an awesome prince," She concluded with a smile, leaning down to press her lips against Brittany's.
Hand snaking up to cradle a tanned cheek, Brittany rose to one elbow, following Santana up and never breaking their kiss even when Santana made to pull away. Her free hand sneaked under Santana's shirt to rest warmly on the small of Santana's back when she shifted to straddle Santana's thighs. The feeling of Santana's arms encircling her waist caused her to break the kiss, leaning her forehead onto Santana's as they breathed.
"What happened today?" Santana asked quietly, her thumbs stroking along Brittany's sides soothingly.
Brittany stayed silent for a while, before admitting, "I heard them. They blame me." Seeing Santana's expression, she corrected, "Some of them. I felt sad and I didn't know where to go, then I got angry and threw my phone and it broke."
Apologetic, Santana buried her face in the curve of Brittany's neck. "They're assholes, all of them," She murmured. "I'm sorry you heard that."
"You're not mad I left?" Brittany pulled back slightly, blue gaze hopeful.
"Well, I was worried," Santana nudged Brittany's nose with her own, "But no, not mad."
"I'm sorry," Brittany breathed, hugging Santana's neck tightly, "I never want to leave you."
Seeing an opening, Santana took her chance.
"What do you think of driving back to San Fran? With me? Like a road trip. With me. Would you? With me?" She asked, wincing slightly and pressing her face into soft blonde hair. No. Game. She had no game, not anymore. "I mean, we don't have to, I just thought it'd be fun and we can see all the sights and I really missed my jeep and-"
She was surprised when firm hands palmed her cheeks and a soft kiss was placed on her lips, cutting her ramble off.
"I'd love to." Sucking in a sharp breath of air, Brittany admitted, "I'd do anything you want to do. You are my life now; I love you and you mean everything to me."
Being told that she was someone's everything was a little weird and somewhat startling, but Santana hugged Brittany closer and nuzzled into her. "You mean a lot to me, too." For a while they just sat there, Brittany in Santana's lap and long legs hooked behind Santana's back, both lost in their own thoughts.
"This is probably going to be the dealbreaker," Brittany finally broke the silence, "But you should know this about me before we go anywhere together, because it makes me a bad prince."
"...what is it?" Santana asked, apprehensive. Brittany's tone was so serious, her normally dreamy gaze focused and unnerving.
"I can't dance."
Santana could only laugh in relief.
Hope you enjoyed. xx
ps. if you can pick up my nerdy references, power to you, you get all the cookies.