It Had To Be You - Ch.6
Title: It Had To Be You
Chapter: 6/?
Rating: R
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: Santana groaned and banged her head against a cabinet. "I didn't need to know the story behind it, Quinn."
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"Oh… my god." Santana moaned and took another bite of the delicious treat. "How did I not know these existed?"
Brittany giggled, blue eyes twinkling as she fixed the brunette with a bright smile. "You could have just asked if you could have mine."
Santana froze with her mouth poised to take another bite of Brittany's donut. She glanced up at the smiling blonde, eyed the blueberry muffin donut, and took another bite. She savored the deliciousness dancing on her taste buds before swallowing and adapting a cheeky grin. "Can I have yours?"
Brittany brushed a few errant crumbs from the corner of Santana's lips. "I told you they were awesome."
"Totally worth that crazy long line." Santana took the treat when Brittany handed it to her. "I swear I'll never doubt you again." She gave Brittany a flirty look. "Back to our game, it's your turn."
"Hmm…" The blonde tapped her finger lightly to her chin. Upon encountering the massive line in the donut shop they had decided to play a game of twenty questions to pass the time. "What is your biggest pet peeve?"
"Rachel Berry."
Brittany rolled her eyes. "Rachel isn't that bad."
"Did you know she hums show tunes when she uses the copy machine? And don't get me started on her wardrobe, Brittany. Just don't, no. I'm sticking to my answer." Santana rubbed the bridge of her nose. She could feel a headache coming on just thinking about those awful skirts and too bright shirts and the argyle, my god, the argyle. "Moving on, what did you want to be when you grew up?"
"A princess!" Her sapphire eyes sparkled brightly and she did a cute little skip that had Santana smiling at her adoringly. "Like in the Disney movies. They were all so pretty and always got to live happily ever after. Ooo and the singing! Wouldn't it be awesome if everyone burst into song and dance instead of talking all the time?" Brittany cut Santana off before the brunette could answer the question. "That doesn't count as my turn, it was a hypothetical question. What is your favorite Disney movie and why?"
The brunette smirked at the cuteness that was Brittany Pierce and answered with a giggle. "Easy. Aladdin because Princess Jasmine is a badass. Why aren't you a professional dancer? From what I've seen, you've definitely got the moves."
"It's… complicated." Brittany's ex was a huge part of the answer to that question. She wasn't ready to have the conversation about the ex Quinn referred to as 'you know who' with Santana just yet. "What was the strangest sex dream you've ever had?"
Santana accepted the answer and the change of subject without comment. "Oh, god. I once dreamt that I was having sex with a shrub that was just in the shape of a person. I can't look at topiaries the same way anymore. Craziest place you've had sex?"
Brittany flushed a deep shade of red. "Pass."
"You can't pass!"
"Can too. We never made any rules about having to answer the question."
"It's, like, an unspoken rule."
"If it's unspoken then how am I supposed to know about it?"
Santana stared incredulously over at the blonde before a devious grin curled at her lips. "Fine, you don't have to answer the question but you have to pay a penalty."
"Penalty?"
"Mmm." Santana practically moaned, throwing Brittany her best smoldering stare and sultry smirk. "Don't worry," Her smirk widened as she trailed her gaze along the length of Brittany's smoking body and licked her lips. "I'm not cashing in just yet."
Brittany stopped walking and stared blankly after Santana who continued the trek toward Brittany's car. The brunette stopped, looked over her shoulder at the frozen blonde, rolled her eyes, headed back toward Brittany, and linked their pinkies. She pulled the blonde toward the vehicle, grinning all the way. The ride to Santana's apartment was filled with flirty remarks, easy conversation, and laughter. They found themselves in front of Santana's lavish building far sooner than either of them wanted.
"I had a great time tonight." Santana offered, a genuine smile playing at her full lips.
Brittany suddenly felt nervous, blue eyes fluttering shyly toward Santana. "Me too."
Their eyes caught and both women could hear the thudding of their hearts in their ears, one thought on their minds. Would it be ok to kiss her? Santana gathered enough courage to close the distance between them, bringing their lips together in a soft unhurried kiss. The contact was brief but the spark of it had Brittany's head spinning. Santana pulled away slowly, dark eyes fluttering open to find the most beautiful pair of hazy blue. She gave Brittany a sly wink before exiting the vehicle.
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Quinn studied her blonde roommate, noting the way Brittany was humming and flouncing about the kitchen. Brittany had been practically floating on air for the past few weeks. "How did your date go last night, Britt?"
"Absolutely wonderful!" Brittany whirled on Quinn, blue eyes bright with excitement. "Santana took me to a baseball game and we had hot dogs and peanuts and then we went to this really awesome candy store and-"
"You finally got laid?"
"Quinn! We didn't have sex in the candy store." Brittany gaped at her roommate for even suggesting it. "There were children there."
Quinn rolled her eyes at the response. Clearly, the other blonde was trying to avoid answering the question. "Since you got home pretty late last night I can only assume-"
"We haven't… taken that step," Brittany flushed a deep shade of red and blew an errant strand of hair out of her face. "Yet."
"You're joking."
Brittany chewed anxiously at her bottom lip, her dark flush running to the tips of her ears. "I mean, it's not like I haven't you know... wanted to-"
"What the actual fuck, Brittany!" She gaped at her blushing roommate, the shock of the admission more than apparent across her features. "I'm pretty sure Santana can't survive without sex for more than a day. In college, she made a bet that she could go an entire week without sex and she almost mauled me in the locker room before cheerleading practice not two days later."
Brittany's expression soured at the information. "We aren't official or anything. Maybe she's seeing other people still? Maybe she doesn't think we're dating? Oh my god, what if she thinks we're just friends and all of our dates were just little friendly get-togethers? What if she isn't interested in me like I-"
"Britt, calm down. Santana is totally interested, when she looks at you I'm not sure if she's going to melt into a puddle of goo or hoist you over her shoulder and ravish you on the nearest flat surface. How have you not gotten pelvic yet?"
"I have no idea. We were making out the other day and we were getting really into it and I thought maybe but then she just, I don't know, stopped and asked me if I wanted to go for a walk. It's kind of driving me crazy since I haven't really, you know, since you know who."
"I see… wait, what? You haven't been with anyone since…" Quinn made a pointed gesture, her brows rising when Brittany nodded. "Not even that hot cop you met at that party?"
"That was too soon after you know who."
"The cute barista?"
"She was, like, seventeen!"
"The bartender with the muscles?"
"His moustache creeped me out."
"Seriously?"
"Seriously, Q." Brittany sighed heavily and leaned against the kitchen counter. "Can we not talk about this? It's actually really depressing."
"You've been miserably celibate for way too long and tonight that's going to change." Quinn handed Brittany the cordless phone with a devious grin. "Call Santana."
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"Yeah, yeah," Puck cut Santana off mid rant. He was getting sick and tired of hearing Santana squeal about how great Brittany was like a gushing schoolgirl with a crush. "Enough with the 'I'm so in love I'm puking fucking rainbows' bullshit, Lopez. How's the sex? Tell me it's hot as hell because after all the crap I had to listen to-"
"Hey, asshole! I never said anything about l…lo… that stupid word." Santana growled and resisted the urge to chuck her cell phone across the room. She refused to buy a new one because of Puck's idiocy again. "We went on a few awesome dates and-"
"Dates that led to hot lesbian sex?"
The brunette briefly questioned why she was still friends with Noah Puckerman. "No. We only kissed a few times and holy shit we haven't had sex yet!"
"You… you forgot to have sex with her?" He paused, arched a brow at his cell phone, and wondered if he was having some elaborate dream. "Damn, babe. You got it bad."
Santana opened her mouth to say something, anything to disprove the man's statement. The only sound that came out of her mouth was a strangled noise. Santana was officially freaking the fuck out and Puck only continued to rain on her parade.
"Whoa. You realize you haven't gotten any action in almost two months, right? Shouldn't you be dying of sex depravation by now 'cause that shit has to be a record for you."
Now that he mentioned it… yes, yes she fucking was. Santana was a millisecond away from chewing Puck's head off when her call waiting beeped and Brittany's face popped up on her caller I.D. In a moment of panic, Santana fumbled with the phone. She sputtered into the receiver, interrupting whatever else Puck was saying about her lack of sex life. "I have to go."
"Is your girlfriend calling?" Puck chortled loudly. "Finally gonna get her to put out, eh?"
"Shut it, Puckerman!" Santana snarled before hanging up on him and accepting Brittany's call. "Hey, Britt, what's up?"
"Santana." The way Brittany said her name had shivers running up and down her spine. "I was thinking…"
Santana swallowed audibly. "Yeah?"
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Brittany glanced anxiously at Santana from the corner of her eyes. The brunette was sitting stiffly in her seat, eyes dark and jaw clenched. The silence was awkward and uncomfortable and they had somehow gotten stuck watching some kind of horribly cheesy romantic drama. Brittany's eyes widened when the characters on the screen started to make out very heavily. Her gaze flickered back to Santana who was looking all kinds of tense. The scene progressed, the lovers on the screen slipping out of their clothing and into a bed.
Brittany continued to watch the brunette as Santana flushed and cleared her throat loudly. "Did you want another beer?"
Brittany's grip on her half empty beer bottle tightened. She contemplated downing the last of it so she could tell Santana yes. "No, thanks. Still working on this one."
"I'm going to, uh, get another." Santana stood abruptly. The soft moans and sighs coming from the television were grating on her frayed nerves. She gave Brittany a tight nod before escaping to the kitchen. Santana had been freaking the fuck out since Brittany invited her over. She tried to remind herself that it was just sex. She could do sex. The deed came like second nature to Santana and the idea really shouldn't have been as hard for her to grasp at the moment.
Santana took a deep, calming breath as she opened the refrigerator. "I can do this. I'm Santana fucking Lopez and I am going to have sex with the woman I've been dating for over a month. I'm just going to go in there and have sex with her right on that goddamn couch."
Santana shut the fridge, a determined look on her face. The expression immediately crumbled and she pressed her forehead against the cool metal. 'Pull yourself together, Santana.'
Santana sauntered back into the living room. Her dark, determined gaze focused solely on Brittany. She took in the blonde's lightly flushed cheeks. Let her hungry brown eyes travel the length of Brittany's body, taking in the generous display of sun kissed skin Brittany's outfit afforded her. Her eyes continued a blazing path along Brittany's long legs, over her excruciatingly short shorts, the slip of bare skin at the blonde's midriff, and settled distractedly upon the way Brittany's tight fitted t-shirt stretched snugly over her breasts. The brunette's confident stride faltered slightly when Brittany turned toward her with a shy smile. The simple gesture had Santana's heart fluttering in her stomach and a slow smile crawling across her lips as she settled on the couch next to Brittany, closer than before.
Brittany noticed the proximity, her light flush deepening. She let out a nervous little giggle and settled Santana a cautious stare. "You're not going to pretend to yawn and stretch just so you can wrap your arm around me, are you? Because that was only cute the first time you did it."
"No way. That would be," The brunette yawned, stretching her arm over her head before settling it around Brittany's shoulders. She shot the blonde a flirty stare and devious smirk. "Totally lame."
A loud groan issued from the television and both women stared at each other with wide eyes. They stared in silence for what seemed like an entire minute before bursting into laughter. The tension between them vanished and their uncontrollable giggling filled the void. Brittany watched the cute way Santana's eyes crinkled and the way her lips curved. In that moment Santana looked beautiful and the thought struck Brittany so suddenly it took her breath away. A sly smile took her lips and she leaned closer to a still giggling Santana, going for a cute little sneak attack kiss.
Brittany pressed her lips softly against Santana's cheek, gaining the brunette's attention. Before Santana realized what was happening, Brittany's mouth was moving against hers. The kiss surprised Santana and her free hand settled against the top of Brittany's thigh to steady herself. Brittany groaned at skin on skin contact. The noise sparked something inside of Santana and she deepened the kiss, her nails trailing lightly up along the length of Brittany's thigh. Delighting in the feel of the blonde's skin. Brittany moaned, her hands slipping underneath the front of Santana's shirt, losing herself in the sensation. Santana's nails dug into Brittany's skin and the blonde hissed, grabbing at Santana's hips and tugging the brunette on top of her. The movement forced Santana to brace herself against the back of the couch, their lips never breaking contact.
The kiss shifted from sweet to steamy in a matter of minutes. They pulled apart long enough for Santana to gasp and throw her head back, Brittany's mouth instantly attacking the exposed skin at her collarbone. Hands pressing flat into Santana's lower back and urging her closer. Gliding higher and higher and bringing Santana's shirt up with them. Santana groaned throatily, her heart racing under Brittany's ministrations. She buried her fingers in Brittany's golden hair and pulled the blonde's teasing mouth away from her oversensitive skin.
Their eyes locked, dark and needy and wild. There was a scorching heat building between them and sending them careening toward an unavoidable breaking point. Looking into Brittany's sparkling, half lidded sapphire eyes sent a curious pang of nervous trepidation swirling in Santana's gut. She could feel her heart pounding, swelling, bursting with anticipation. Santana forced her mouth against Brittany's, ignoring the conflicting sensations.
"Bedroom." Santana growled against Brittany's mouth. "Now."
Brittany made a low, breathy noise and tightened her grip around the backs of Santana's thighs. Standing so abruptly that Santana had to wrap her legs around Brittany's waist. The sudden movement made Santana lightheaded and sent a trill of excitement through her. She sucked and nibbled at Brittany's ear and neck, provoking sexy little groans from the blonde as she steered them toward her bedroom.
Brittany dropped to her knees onto the mattress, momentarily breaking the delectable contact with Santana so that she could tug her shirt over her head. Santana watched the blonde, biting at her lower lip as her darkening gaze ravished the newly exposed skin on display. Her legs tightened around Brittany's waist and she reached out to pull Brittany down on top of her. Their mouths connected, starving for the feel of lips and tongue and teeth. Weeks of built up sexual tension driving their greedy, desperate touches. Forcing hands to wander, to pull impatiently at the lessening barriers of fabric keeping bare flesh from caressing bare flesh.
They pulled apart, hazy gazes meeting, trailing appreciatively along each other's figures. Breathing in the scent, the taste, the feel. Brittany's lashes fluttered as she leaned in to bring her lips back to Santana's, her dexterous fingers dancing across Santana's stomach. Reaching her hip and toying with the fabric of her underwear. Slipping teasingly past the waistband, lower and lower and lower and suddenly the trepidation Santana was feeling rushed back full force. It churned violently in the pit of her stomach, battling with that familiar ache of desire and knocking it to the ground. She could feel Brittany's warm breath against her buzzing lips. Taunting, teasing, and torturous. She could feel the sudden bout of panic ringing in her ears and the anxiousness tying her stomach into knots until she couldn't stand it any longer.
Santana jolted upward when Brittany's fingers found her clit, an odd mixture between a terrified squeak and a strangled moan ripping from her throat. Brittany halted all movement at the sound, blue eyes snapping open. "What-"
"I-I can't." Santana flushed, scrambled off of the bed and across the room. Dark eyes, murky with arousal, quickly clouding over with apprehension. Santana was wigged the fuck out. "This just doesn't feel… right, you know?" She started pacing the room, one hand on her hip while the other rubbed furiously at her temple. "I… I can't believe I'm saying this with you laying there," Her gaze flickered to Brittany. Chocolate colored eyes swirling with lust. Santana's voice dropped to a low, desire filled husk. "All half naked and delicious looking when I've thought about this all day. I like you, Brittany. I like you a lot. You're… special to me and I want more with you. I have feelings for you and I-"
"Santana." Brittany grabbed a hold of her wrist, halting Santana's anxious pacing. She pulled her closer, Santana's knees stopping at the edge of the bed. "I understand. And," The blonde pulled Santana onto the bed, settling comfortably against her shoulder. "I'm totally ok with cuddling."
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Quinn watched on silently from the living room couch as Santana stumbled out of Brittany's bedroom. The brunette bumped into the kitchen counter. Letting loose a string of curses in Spanish. Quinn could faintly make out Santana's grumble about objects always being in her way in the mornings.
"Where the hell is the fucking coffee..." Santana hissed. Nose buried in a random cupboard.
"Cabinet near the fridge." Quinn shot the surprised brunette a coy smile from her leaning position against the kitchen counter. "Spent the night, huh. S, you dog, you."
"Last night was strictly PG." Santana rolled her eyes and set about making herself a cup of coffee. "I wish I could say the same for you and the midget." She gritted her teeth at the memory. She was definitely scarred for life after waking up in the early morning to use the restroom and finding Quinn and Rachel going at it in the hallway. Too much whip cream and chocolate syrup and oh god Santana felt sick thinking about it. "You're footing my therapy bill by the way."
Quinn only shrugged, hazel eyes twinkling deviously. "Rachel wanted an ice cream sundae."
Santana groaned and banged her head against a cabinet. "I didn't need to know the story behind it, Quinn."
"Don't hate just 'cause you and Britt haven't-"
Santana held up her hand in a halting motion. "Don't even go there."
"You need to get laid. Both of you. Preferably by each other."
"Your interest in my sex life is bordering on creepy, Fabray." Santana leaned against the counter next to Quinn. Cradling her coffee cup in her hands. She refused to look at Quinn as the next few words tumbled from her full lips in a soft, barely audible whisper. "Thanks. For introducing me to Brittany."
"What was that?" Quinn cupped her ear, grin widening when a light blush crossed Santana's tanned cheeks. "Did you just thank me?"
Santana nudged Quinn with her elbow, her flush darkening and eyes narrowing to irritated slits. "You heard me."
Quinn opened her mouth to respond only to be interrupted by Rachel walking into the room. The usually obnoxiously cheerful brunette waltzed into the kitchen disgruntled, disheveled, and clearly still half asleep. She was barely clothed in one of Quinn's night shirts and ridiculously tiny panties that left little to the imagination. A fact that had Santana's jaw dropping, eyes bulging, and brows furrowing.
"Q, can you please tell your girlfriend to put some clothes on?" She leveled Rachel with a scathing glare. "I'm seriously going to have nightmares."
Instead of retaliating or being sickeningly chipper like Santana was used to, Rachel snatched the steaming cup of coffee out of Santana's hand. When Santana opened her mouth, ready to rip Rachel a new one, the smaller brunette cut her off with a gesture of her hand and a shushing noise.
Santana stared after Rachel, stunned to silence, while Rachel zombied her way back over to Quinn's bedroom. Before she retreated back into the room she paused in the doorway, eyes locked on Quinn and expression resolute. "Coffee first then more orgasms."
Santana arched a brow and turned to face Quinn, her features set in half amusement and half disgust. "I think I kind of get what you see in her now."
Chapter: 6/?
Rating: R
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: Santana groaned and banged her head against a cabinet. "I didn't need to know the story behind it, Quinn."
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"Oh… my god." Santana moaned and took another bite of the delicious treat. "How did I not know these existed?"
Brittany giggled, blue eyes twinkling as she fixed the brunette with a bright smile. "You could have just asked if you could have mine."
Santana froze with her mouth poised to take another bite of Brittany's donut. She glanced up at the smiling blonde, eyed the blueberry muffin donut, and took another bite. She savored the deliciousness dancing on her taste buds before swallowing and adapting a cheeky grin. "Can I have yours?"
Brittany brushed a few errant crumbs from the corner of Santana's lips. "I told you they were awesome."
"Totally worth that crazy long line." Santana took the treat when Brittany handed it to her. "I swear I'll never doubt you again." She gave Brittany a flirty look. "Back to our game, it's your turn."
"Hmm…" The blonde tapped her finger lightly to her chin. Upon encountering the massive line in the donut shop they had decided to play a game of twenty questions to pass the time. "What is your biggest pet peeve?"
"Rachel Berry."
Brittany rolled her eyes. "Rachel isn't that bad."
"Did you know she hums show tunes when she uses the copy machine? And don't get me started on her wardrobe, Brittany. Just don't, no. I'm sticking to my answer." Santana rubbed the bridge of her nose. She could feel a headache coming on just thinking about those awful skirts and too bright shirts and the argyle, my god, the argyle. "Moving on, what did you want to be when you grew up?"
"A princess!" Her sapphire eyes sparkled brightly and she did a cute little skip that had Santana smiling at her adoringly. "Like in the Disney movies. They were all so pretty and always got to live happily ever after. Ooo and the singing! Wouldn't it be awesome if everyone burst into song and dance instead of talking all the time?" Brittany cut Santana off before the brunette could answer the question. "That doesn't count as my turn, it was a hypothetical question. What is your favorite Disney movie and why?"
The brunette smirked at the cuteness that was Brittany Pierce and answered with a giggle. "Easy. Aladdin because Princess Jasmine is a badass. Why aren't you a professional dancer? From what I've seen, you've definitely got the moves."
"It's… complicated." Brittany's ex was a huge part of the answer to that question. She wasn't ready to have the conversation about the ex Quinn referred to as 'you know who' with Santana just yet. "What was the strangest sex dream you've ever had?"
Santana accepted the answer and the change of subject without comment. "Oh, god. I once dreamt that I was having sex with a shrub that was just in the shape of a person. I can't look at topiaries the same way anymore. Craziest place you've had sex?"
Brittany flushed a deep shade of red. "Pass."
"You can't pass!"
"Can too. We never made any rules about having to answer the question."
"It's, like, an unspoken rule."
"If it's unspoken then how am I supposed to know about it?"
Santana stared incredulously over at the blonde before a devious grin curled at her lips. "Fine, you don't have to answer the question but you have to pay a penalty."
"Penalty?"
"Mmm." Santana practically moaned, throwing Brittany her best smoldering stare and sultry smirk. "Don't worry," Her smirk widened as she trailed her gaze along the length of Brittany's smoking body and licked her lips. "I'm not cashing in just yet."
Brittany stopped walking and stared blankly after Santana who continued the trek toward Brittany's car. The brunette stopped, looked over her shoulder at the frozen blonde, rolled her eyes, headed back toward Brittany, and linked their pinkies. She pulled the blonde toward the vehicle, grinning all the way. The ride to Santana's apartment was filled with flirty remarks, easy conversation, and laughter. They found themselves in front of Santana's lavish building far sooner than either of them wanted.
"I had a great time tonight." Santana offered, a genuine smile playing at her full lips.
Brittany suddenly felt nervous, blue eyes fluttering shyly toward Santana. "Me too."
Their eyes caught and both women could hear the thudding of their hearts in their ears, one thought on their minds. Would it be ok to kiss her? Santana gathered enough courage to close the distance between them, bringing their lips together in a soft unhurried kiss. The contact was brief but the spark of it had Brittany's head spinning. Santana pulled away slowly, dark eyes fluttering open to find the most beautiful pair of hazy blue. She gave Brittany a sly wink before exiting the vehicle.
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Quinn studied her blonde roommate, noting the way Brittany was humming and flouncing about the kitchen. Brittany had been practically floating on air for the past few weeks. "How did your date go last night, Britt?"
"Absolutely wonderful!" Brittany whirled on Quinn, blue eyes bright with excitement. "Santana took me to a baseball game and we had hot dogs and peanuts and then we went to this really awesome candy store and-"
"You finally got laid?"
"Quinn! We didn't have sex in the candy store." Brittany gaped at her roommate for even suggesting it. "There were children there."
Quinn rolled her eyes at the response. Clearly, the other blonde was trying to avoid answering the question. "Since you got home pretty late last night I can only assume-"
"We haven't… taken that step," Brittany flushed a deep shade of red and blew an errant strand of hair out of her face. "Yet."
"You're joking."
Brittany chewed anxiously at her bottom lip, her dark flush running to the tips of her ears. "I mean, it's not like I haven't you know... wanted to-"
"What the actual fuck, Brittany!" She gaped at her blushing roommate, the shock of the admission more than apparent across her features. "I'm pretty sure Santana can't survive without sex for more than a day. In college, she made a bet that she could go an entire week without sex and she almost mauled me in the locker room before cheerleading practice not two days later."
Brittany's expression soured at the information. "We aren't official or anything. Maybe she's seeing other people still? Maybe she doesn't think we're dating? Oh my god, what if she thinks we're just friends and all of our dates were just little friendly get-togethers? What if she isn't interested in me like I-"
"Britt, calm down. Santana is totally interested, when she looks at you I'm not sure if she's going to melt into a puddle of goo or hoist you over her shoulder and ravish you on the nearest flat surface. How have you not gotten pelvic yet?"
"I have no idea. We were making out the other day and we were getting really into it and I thought maybe but then she just, I don't know, stopped and asked me if I wanted to go for a walk. It's kind of driving me crazy since I haven't really, you know, since you know who."
"I see… wait, what? You haven't been with anyone since…" Quinn made a pointed gesture, her brows rising when Brittany nodded. "Not even that hot cop you met at that party?"
"That was too soon after you know who."
"The cute barista?"
"She was, like, seventeen!"
"The bartender with the muscles?"
"His moustache creeped me out."
"Seriously?"
"Seriously, Q." Brittany sighed heavily and leaned against the kitchen counter. "Can we not talk about this? It's actually really depressing."
"You've been miserably celibate for way too long and tonight that's going to change." Quinn handed Brittany the cordless phone with a devious grin. "Call Santana."
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"Yeah, yeah," Puck cut Santana off mid rant. He was getting sick and tired of hearing Santana squeal about how great Brittany was like a gushing schoolgirl with a crush. "Enough with the 'I'm so in love I'm puking fucking rainbows' bullshit, Lopez. How's the sex? Tell me it's hot as hell because after all the crap I had to listen to-"
"Hey, asshole! I never said anything about l…lo… that stupid word." Santana growled and resisted the urge to chuck her cell phone across the room. She refused to buy a new one because of Puck's idiocy again. "We went on a few awesome dates and-"
"Dates that led to hot lesbian sex?"
The brunette briefly questioned why she was still friends with Noah Puckerman. "No. We only kissed a few times and holy shit we haven't had sex yet!"
"You… you forgot to have sex with her?" He paused, arched a brow at his cell phone, and wondered if he was having some elaborate dream. "Damn, babe. You got it bad."
Santana opened her mouth to say something, anything to disprove the man's statement. The only sound that came out of her mouth was a strangled noise. Santana was officially freaking the fuck out and Puck only continued to rain on her parade.
"Whoa. You realize you haven't gotten any action in almost two months, right? Shouldn't you be dying of sex depravation by now 'cause that shit has to be a record for you."
Now that he mentioned it… yes, yes she fucking was. Santana was a millisecond away from chewing Puck's head off when her call waiting beeped and Brittany's face popped up on her caller I.D. In a moment of panic, Santana fumbled with the phone. She sputtered into the receiver, interrupting whatever else Puck was saying about her lack of sex life. "I have to go."
"Is your girlfriend calling?" Puck chortled loudly. "Finally gonna get her to put out, eh?"
"Shut it, Puckerman!" Santana snarled before hanging up on him and accepting Brittany's call. "Hey, Britt, what's up?"
"Santana." The way Brittany said her name had shivers running up and down her spine. "I was thinking…"
Santana swallowed audibly. "Yeah?"
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Brittany glanced anxiously at Santana from the corner of her eyes. The brunette was sitting stiffly in her seat, eyes dark and jaw clenched. The silence was awkward and uncomfortable and they had somehow gotten stuck watching some kind of horribly cheesy romantic drama. Brittany's eyes widened when the characters on the screen started to make out very heavily. Her gaze flickered back to Santana who was looking all kinds of tense. The scene progressed, the lovers on the screen slipping out of their clothing and into a bed.
Brittany continued to watch the brunette as Santana flushed and cleared her throat loudly. "Did you want another beer?"
Brittany's grip on her half empty beer bottle tightened. She contemplated downing the last of it so she could tell Santana yes. "No, thanks. Still working on this one."
"I'm going to, uh, get another." Santana stood abruptly. The soft moans and sighs coming from the television were grating on her frayed nerves. She gave Brittany a tight nod before escaping to the kitchen. Santana had been freaking the fuck out since Brittany invited her over. She tried to remind herself that it was just sex. She could do sex. The deed came like second nature to Santana and the idea really shouldn't have been as hard for her to grasp at the moment.
Santana took a deep, calming breath as she opened the refrigerator. "I can do this. I'm Santana fucking Lopez and I am going to have sex with the woman I've been dating for over a month. I'm just going to go in there and have sex with her right on that goddamn couch."
Santana shut the fridge, a determined look on her face. The expression immediately crumbled and she pressed her forehead against the cool metal. 'Pull yourself together, Santana.'
Santana sauntered back into the living room. Her dark, determined gaze focused solely on Brittany. She took in the blonde's lightly flushed cheeks. Let her hungry brown eyes travel the length of Brittany's body, taking in the generous display of sun kissed skin Brittany's outfit afforded her. Her eyes continued a blazing path along Brittany's long legs, over her excruciatingly short shorts, the slip of bare skin at the blonde's midriff, and settled distractedly upon the way Brittany's tight fitted t-shirt stretched snugly over her breasts. The brunette's confident stride faltered slightly when Brittany turned toward her with a shy smile. The simple gesture had Santana's heart fluttering in her stomach and a slow smile crawling across her lips as she settled on the couch next to Brittany, closer than before.
Brittany noticed the proximity, her light flush deepening. She let out a nervous little giggle and settled Santana a cautious stare. "You're not going to pretend to yawn and stretch just so you can wrap your arm around me, are you? Because that was only cute the first time you did it."
"No way. That would be," The brunette yawned, stretching her arm over her head before settling it around Brittany's shoulders. She shot the blonde a flirty stare and devious smirk. "Totally lame."
A loud groan issued from the television and both women stared at each other with wide eyes. They stared in silence for what seemed like an entire minute before bursting into laughter. The tension between them vanished and their uncontrollable giggling filled the void. Brittany watched the cute way Santana's eyes crinkled and the way her lips curved. In that moment Santana looked beautiful and the thought struck Brittany so suddenly it took her breath away. A sly smile took her lips and she leaned closer to a still giggling Santana, going for a cute little sneak attack kiss.
Brittany pressed her lips softly against Santana's cheek, gaining the brunette's attention. Before Santana realized what was happening, Brittany's mouth was moving against hers. The kiss surprised Santana and her free hand settled against the top of Brittany's thigh to steady herself. Brittany groaned at skin on skin contact. The noise sparked something inside of Santana and she deepened the kiss, her nails trailing lightly up along the length of Brittany's thigh. Delighting in the feel of the blonde's skin. Brittany moaned, her hands slipping underneath the front of Santana's shirt, losing herself in the sensation. Santana's nails dug into Brittany's skin and the blonde hissed, grabbing at Santana's hips and tugging the brunette on top of her. The movement forced Santana to brace herself against the back of the couch, their lips never breaking contact.
The kiss shifted from sweet to steamy in a matter of minutes. They pulled apart long enough for Santana to gasp and throw her head back, Brittany's mouth instantly attacking the exposed skin at her collarbone. Hands pressing flat into Santana's lower back and urging her closer. Gliding higher and higher and bringing Santana's shirt up with them. Santana groaned throatily, her heart racing under Brittany's ministrations. She buried her fingers in Brittany's golden hair and pulled the blonde's teasing mouth away from her oversensitive skin.
Their eyes locked, dark and needy and wild. There was a scorching heat building between them and sending them careening toward an unavoidable breaking point. Looking into Brittany's sparkling, half lidded sapphire eyes sent a curious pang of nervous trepidation swirling in Santana's gut. She could feel her heart pounding, swelling, bursting with anticipation. Santana forced her mouth against Brittany's, ignoring the conflicting sensations.
"Bedroom." Santana growled against Brittany's mouth. "Now."
Brittany made a low, breathy noise and tightened her grip around the backs of Santana's thighs. Standing so abruptly that Santana had to wrap her legs around Brittany's waist. The sudden movement made Santana lightheaded and sent a trill of excitement through her. She sucked and nibbled at Brittany's ear and neck, provoking sexy little groans from the blonde as she steered them toward her bedroom.
Brittany dropped to her knees onto the mattress, momentarily breaking the delectable contact with Santana so that she could tug her shirt over her head. Santana watched the blonde, biting at her lower lip as her darkening gaze ravished the newly exposed skin on display. Her legs tightened around Brittany's waist and she reached out to pull Brittany down on top of her. Their mouths connected, starving for the feel of lips and tongue and teeth. Weeks of built up sexual tension driving their greedy, desperate touches. Forcing hands to wander, to pull impatiently at the lessening barriers of fabric keeping bare flesh from caressing bare flesh.
They pulled apart, hazy gazes meeting, trailing appreciatively along each other's figures. Breathing in the scent, the taste, the feel. Brittany's lashes fluttered as she leaned in to bring her lips back to Santana's, her dexterous fingers dancing across Santana's stomach. Reaching her hip and toying with the fabric of her underwear. Slipping teasingly past the waistband, lower and lower and lower and suddenly the trepidation Santana was feeling rushed back full force. It churned violently in the pit of her stomach, battling with that familiar ache of desire and knocking it to the ground. She could feel Brittany's warm breath against her buzzing lips. Taunting, teasing, and torturous. She could feel the sudden bout of panic ringing in her ears and the anxiousness tying her stomach into knots until she couldn't stand it any longer.
Santana jolted upward when Brittany's fingers found her clit, an odd mixture between a terrified squeak and a strangled moan ripping from her throat. Brittany halted all movement at the sound, blue eyes snapping open. "What-"
"I-I can't." Santana flushed, scrambled off of the bed and across the room. Dark eyes, murky with arousal, quickly clouding over with apprehension. Santana was wigged the fuck out. "This just doesn't feel… right, you know?" She started pacing the room, one hand on her hip while the other rubbed furiously at her temple. "I… I can't believe I'm saying this with you laying there," Her gaze flickered to Brittany. Chocolate colored eyes swirling with lust. Santana's voice dropped to a low, desire filled husk. "All half naked and delicious looking when I've thought about this all day. I like you, Brittany. I like you a lot. You're… special to me and I want more with you. I have feelings for you and I-"
"Santana." Brittany grabbed a hold of her wrist, halting Santana's anxious pacing. She pulled her closer, Santana's knees stopping at the edge of the bed. "I understand. And," The blonde pulled Santana onto the bed, settling comfortably against her shoulder. "I'm totally ok with cuddling."
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Quinn watched on silently from the living room couch as Santana stumbled out of Brittany's bedroom. The brunette bumped into the kitchen counter. Letting loose a string of curses in Spanish. Quinn could faintly make out Santana's grumble about objects always being in her way in the mornings.
"Where the hell is the fucking coffee..." Santana hissed. Nose buried in a random cupboard.
"Cabinet near the fridge." Quinn shot the surprised brunette a coy smile from her leaning position against the kitchen counter. "Spent the night, huh. S, you dog, you."
"Last night was strictly PG." Santana rolled her eyes and set about making herself a cup of coffee. "I wish I could say the same for you and the midget." She gritted her teeth at the memory. She was definitely scarred for life after waking up in the early morning to use the restroom and finding Quinn and Rachel going at it in the hallway. Too much whip cream and chocolate syrup and oh god Santana felt sick thinking about it. "You're footing my therapy bill by the way."
Quinn only shrugged, hazel eyes twinkling deviously. "Rachel wanted an ice cream sundae."
Santana groaned and banged her head against a cabinet. "I didn't need to know the story behind it, Quinn."
"Don't hate just 'cause you and Britt haven't-"
Santana held up her hand in a halting motion. "Don't even go there."
"You need to get laid. Both of you. Preferably by each other."
"Your interest in my sex life is bordering on creepy, Fabray." Santana leaned against the counter next to Quinn. Cradling her coffee cup in her hands. She refused to look at Quinn as the next few words tumbled from her full lips in a soft, barely audible whisper. "Thanks. For introducing me to Brittany."
"What was that?" Quinn cupped her ear, grin widening when a light blush crossed Santana's tanned cheeks. "Did you just thank me?"
Santana nudged Quinn with her elbow, her flush darkening and eyes narrowing to irritated slits. "You heard me."
Quinn opened her mouth to respond only to be interrupted by Rachel walking into the room. The usually obnoxiously cheerful brunette waltzed into the kitchen disgruntled, disheveled, and clearly still half asleep. She was barely clothed in one of Quinn's night shirts and ridiculously tiny panties that left little to the imagination. A fact that had Santana's jaw dropping, eyes bulging, and brows furrowing.
"Q, can you please tell your girlfriend to put some clothes on?" She leveled Rachel with a scathing glare. "I'm seriously going to have nightmares."
Instead of retaliating or being sickeningly chipper like Santana was used to, Rachel snatched the steaming cup of coffee out of Santana's hand. When Santana opened her mouth, ready to rip Rachel a new one, the smaller brunette cut her off with a gesture of her hand and a shushing noise.
Santana stared after Rachel, stunned to silence, while Rachel zombied her way back over to Quinn's bedroom. Before she retreated back into the room she paused in the doorway, eyes locked on Quinn and expression resolute. "Coffee first then more orgasms."
Santana arched a brow and turned to face Quinn, her features set in half amusement and half disgust. "I think I kind of get what you see in her now."