So guys here it comes the second and final part of this fic! I really appreciate your comments, it was really nice to know that you've enjoyed it so far. And if you find the ending just as enjoyable please let me know :)
I do have some other ideas for fics, and even some of them already in progress but do you wanna know what I dont have? A BETA! So if some kind soul would be willing to help me here that would be fantastic; cause I wont post anything without being beta-ed first. English is not my first language, i really need the help.
Anyways I dont wanna bore you with my rant. Go ahead and read!
Till next time... if you want to.
P.S. If you liked this fic then you should totally check my previous one "Take a Vow" just saying... :P
It's been almost a month since Santana lost her virginity to Brittany -or Goldie. Four weeks since the night of sex that rocked her world in ways she couldn't believe possible; a night that she hasn't been able to forget, not even for one minute.
She knew it was probably in her head but there was something inside of her saying that what they did wasn't just meaningless sex. She could swear she saw something in the blonde's eyes; something that told her that it was ok to do it; that what they were making wasn't only physical, but a way of communication, like giving themselves to each other, like… making love.
She of course tried to push those thoughts from her mind because obviously it was just wishful thinking.
So that same weekend, she dressed up and went to the most popular lesbian club in town to 'test the waters'. She still might not be a super-lova, but thanks to Brittany she knew at least how to do a thing or two in bed.
She was there, really, at the entrance of the place, watching women come in and out but… she just couldn't get in. Maybe next weekend, she had decided getting back home. Of course, that only led to another torturous week, thinking about Goldie.
If it wasn't anything, why did she seem to enjoy fucking me? Why was there that twinkle in her eyes…that fire? Why those sounds of pleasure when she was kissing me, touching me, tasting me? And most importantly … why didn't she charge me?
No Santana! It was just because of your pathetic story about 'the poor 21 year-old virgin' she must've taken pity on you! She was just playing her role to please you, pretending she did like it. I bet she does that with every client; I mean is her job to keep you happy and satisfied right? Of course! And as far you are concerned, she might not even be gay! Duh!
But then again… she was soo wet, like… a lot! And…argh! Stop thinking about it!
The next weekend she tried again… with the same results. She didn't understand why she couldn't just get in the freaking club; it was like a mystical power was stopping her and that was frustrating her.
Ok smart-ass, if you like her so much and you are not sure what she feels or what she is, why you don't just go to her apartment! You know where she lives! You don't have to ask her anything, simply tell her she was so good that you want her services again, that you'll pay her this time. Once inside you can see how she acts, how she reacts; I mean for fuck sake you are a woman! You are supposed to use your sixth sense and shit! You can make a decision from there.
Oh if it was that simple…
Finally she couldn't take it anymore; this internal battle was going to steal the little sanity she had left. Brittany wasn't just Brittany, she was Goldie, a prostitute and she did what she had to do; that's all. No feelings for her, no real enjoyment, no love. Period. It was time to move on.
And for the third time that month, she is standing at the entrance of the club; only this time she does get in.
She feels proud of herself. This could mean she was finally moving on- or well, at least was a positive sign. Baby steps.
First things first, Santana walks straight to the bar and orders a drink to get some courage to move along with her plans. She sips half of the drink in one gulp and feels it burn her throat.
"Ok Santana, you are ready" she stands up from her stool, inhales deeply and turns to her side.
Of all the people she thought she could find in this place, this person was the least probable. Her eyes land on a face that looks just as stunned as hers.
Brittany…
The blonde is just some meters away, surrounded by a group of girls that are oblivious to what is happening.
They stare at each other for what it seems like an eternity, the sounds around them are momentarily gone; they can only hear their own heartbeats.
Suddenly, and without even realizing it, they are both walking toward each other, like a magnet that is forcing them together. Slowly they meet in the middle of the way, one in front of the other.
"Hey," Santana says without taking her eyes from the blonde.
"Hi," Brittany replies, her blue eyes mirroring the intensity of brown ones.
They remain silent for some seconds, until Santana shakes her head a little, breaking the spell.
"What… what are you doing here?" she asks a little curious and hopeful.
"Well… I come here once in while…with the girls." The blonde points at her friends
"I think you might've seen some of them," she adds with a smirk.
"Oh," Santana looks at them squinting, trying to recognize their faces "Oooh!" and soon she does. She recognized them from …the brothel.
She tries to hide her face from them, but is too late; they are glancing at her already.
The brunette can see how they speak softly to the other; exchange surprised expressions and exclaiming what it apparently looks like 'no way'.
Santana's eyes grow big in horror at the realization that they not only seemed to be remembering her from the brothel, but that they may know something else.
"Brittany, did you… did you tell them I was…" Her voice sounds thick with fear and embarrassment.
"Oh no, no!" The blonde cuts her off, taking her arm reassuringly, "of course not Santana!" She looks straight into her eyes, "I mean I told them what we did, but not the reason why," she emphasizes her words with a shake of her head, like confirming she would never share that part of their encounter.
The brunette sighs in relieve "ok… that's good." She then notices the hand on her arm and feels a sudden warm in that part of her body, a warm that spreads rapidly all over her.
The blonde seems to feel it too and remains that way a little longer until she thinks is enough and removes her hand.
"So, uhm…" she looks around for a second like trying to come up with something to say or do "right!" she takes Santana's hand this time, "come with me I'll introduce you to the girls."
"What? No! I don't think is such a good idea…"
"Yeah, it'll be fun! Besides they are like, super cool; you are gonna like them!"
"But…" and before she can say anything else she's dragged towards the girls.
When they arrive to their location Brittany addresses her friends "Hey guys look what I found!" She pulls the Latina next to her. "This is Santana."
"H…hello." She mutters completely mortified, not able to meet any of their faces.
"Hey"
"Hi"
"Hello"
She can hear the girls greet back. For a moment she thinks is safe to look at them but immediately regrets it when she sees that all of them are looking around or sipping their drinks to try to hide their smirks.
Brittany clears her throat shooting her friends a deathly gaze "Santana…" she then presses the brunette's hand to reassure everything is going to be fine.
"Meet Emerald…"
"Quinn." The blonde hazel-eyed girl corrects slyly nodding.
"… Star…"
"Rachel here." The petit brunette adds with a wave.
"…Chandra…"
"Or Tina, hey!" The Asian girl greets with a smile.
"…Ebony…"
"Mercedes for you sexy mama." The heavy black girl says with a wink.
"…and Sugar," Brittany finalizes the introductions.
"Hi, I'm Sugar. That's my real name… seriously," a bubbly brunette giggles and shrugs.
Santana smiles nervously at them, wanting to say something to break the tension.
Shortly, a question that has her really curious, pops in her mind.
"So uhm, are you all… lesbians?"
They snort and chuckle.
"No, not all" Quinn answers taking Rachel's hand, "only us," she then kisses the hand of her obvious girlfriend.
Then the Asian girl adds, "The rest of us are only here because, during our free time, we just want to forget about men…if you know what I mean," she lifts her eyebrow.
"Right, right!" Santana chuckles in understatement. But suddenly her demeanor changes completely when it occurs to her that Brittany is also there to forget about men. That means she's not…
"Oh, well…" As if reading her mind, Brittany intervenes, "when she said 'us' she wasn't including me." She puts a hand on her own chest " I'm… I …" she looks pensive for second, "I like girls, too."
"Or at least one…" Rachel whispers to the side, behind her glass.
The other four choke on their drinks or hold their laughter.
The blonde gasps indignantly, her face turning in all shades of red. She turns to her side, ready to explain –she didn't know what exactly- to Santana but, to her relief, the brunette only looks confused, wondering what someone said that was so funny.
"What?"
"No, nothing just… slutty jokes," Brittany laughs nervously, wanting to murder her friends with her eyes.
"Ok ladies," Mercedes speaks, apparently, taking in her friend's mortification, "I think we should better go…"
Not quite though…
"…and let them two do some… business"
This time neither of them bothered to hide their amusement. They all laughed really hard, even crying a little in the process.
Santana lowers her head embarrassed, knowing the joke was directed – not so subtly- to them.
Brittany has her eyes closed wanting the earth to swallow her; making a mental note to get back to those bitches later.
Once their laughter has subsided they, one by one, say their goodbyes and leave smiling or winking shamelessly to them.
When they are out sight, Brittany stands in front on Santana and begins rambling.
"Just ignore what they said, they are, I mean…. They sometimes just do that to have fun and… I didn't want to …. You know I was…"
"It's ok," Santana takes the blondes hands in hers. "I understand… that's what friends are for right?" she shrugs with a smile.
Upon seeing her smiling Brittany can't help to smile back and feel a lot calmer.
"Right"
They don't know for how long they've been holding hands and standing there just looking at each other, but their little bubble of sweetness bursts, when someone announces in the speakers something about 'Madonna' causing everyone in the place to erupt into cheers and take the dance floor massively.
Just then the accords of a song start blaring in their ears: it's a dance version of 'Like a virgin'.
"Oh my God this is not happening," Santana lets go of the blonde's hands to cover her flustered face, yet with a smile on it.
Brittany laughs at the coincidence, also finding adorable how embarrassed the Latina looks. She then takes the opportunity to do something she was wishing since seeing Santana in the club.
"Wanna dance?" She asks extending her hand.
Santana removes her hands from her face, looking at the hand in front her. She smiles, meeting blue eyes and entangle her fingers to pale ones and allows the blonde to take her to the middle of the dance floor.
To say that Brittany was a good dancer was an understatement. Santana could barely keep up with the gracious and sexy movements of the blonde; who was teasing her and whispering parts of the lyrics - she considered appropriate- into her ear.
The earlier embarrassment the Latina felt, due to the title of the song, was long gone; they were truly having fun in each other's company.
When the song ended they were laughing and were about to go to the bar, when another song of Madonna caught their attention. Their laughter died down and was replaced by a nervous feeling as they recognized the beats of 'Get together'.
'It's all an illusion'
They were face-to-face, still very close because of their previous dance; paralyzed in place; each of them with similar thoughts crossing their brains.
'There's too much confusion'
Brittany gets a hold Santana's hips and pulls them toward hers, starting with a sensual sway of their bodies.
Down, down, down in your heart
Find, find, find the secret
Turn, turn, turn your head around
Baby we can do it
we can do it all right
Their movements begin to switch to bolder ones.
Do you believe in love at first sight?
It's an illusion, I don't care
Do you believe I can make you feel better?
Too much confusion, come on over here
Santana places her arms around Brittany's neck, while the blonde moves her hands to the small of the Latina's lower back, making them grow impossibly close.
Can we get together?
I really, I really wanna be with you
Come and check it out with me
I hope you, I hope you feel the same way too
The blonde slides her thigh between Santana's legs causing a jolt of electricity course within them.
I searched, I searched, I searched my whole life
to find, find, find the secret
But all I did was open up my eyes
Baby we can do it
we can do it all right
They are practically grinding into each other in a very sexual way; never breaking eye contact.
Do you believe that we can change the future?
Do you believe I can make you feel better?
The brunette leans forward brushing her lips against the blonde's in a fiery kiss.
Can we get together?
I really, I really wanna be with you
Come and check it out with me
I hope you, I hope you feel the same way too
They pull apart from their heated make out only in need of oxygen. They are panting and sweating.
"Take me to your place," Santana murmurs with a shaky and husky voice, her eyes dark with desire.
Brittany doesn't need to be told twice. With eyes reflecting the same passion and bringing their dancing to an end, she holds the brunette's hand; dragging her out of the place with hurried steps.
There's too much confusion
It's all an illusion
I'll make you feel better
if it's bitter at the start
then it's sweeter in the end.
Not too far from the dance floor five girls were watching the scene. Four of them are now groaning and cursing; while they reach for their purses to take out money.
"Thank you, ladies," Emerald –or Quinn- says with a triumphant smile; her hand extended receiving the bills offered by the other girls.
"So not fair…"
"Lucky bitch…"
"I hate you…"
Truth was the five of them - after they left the couple alone - decided they should give them a little push to get them together; so they chose two songs they thought could help with the mission. But, being the naughty selves they were, also made a bet about which song would led the couple away from there to continue what they left some weeks ago.
"I really thought 'Like a virgin' was the one," Rachel complains with a pout.
"Awww baby," Quinn grabs the chin of her girlfriend and pecks her lips.
"We all did smarty pants," Mercedes grumbles drinking her vodka.
"Ok, ok let's calm down guys," Tina intervenes. "The whole point of this was to hook them up so they could have a second chance to do things right, and that's exactly what happened!"
"That's true, we should be celebrating!" Sugar adds lifting her drink, "ladies I propose a toast!" They all lift their glasses, "for our amazing pairing skills," she giggles, "and for the power of Madonna!"
"CHEERS!"
They sip their beverages in content silence for a moment, until Rachel can't help to comment:
"Hey guys… do you think she'll charge her this time?"
The five of them choke or spit their drinks as they burst into laughter.
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Fifteen minutes later, Brittany and Santana stumble into the blonde's apartment; devouring each other's mouth. Once the door is closed, the brunette presses Brittany against it and lowers her mouth to attack pale neck.
The blonde gasps, enjoying the attention; but soon she wants more; to accomplish that, she pushes Santana backwards, in the direction of her bedroom.
All the while, removing their clothes, taking the opportunity to touch and kiss every part of new skin available.
When they reach the desired room, they are already naked, making it easier for Santana just to turn Brittany around and throw her to the bed.
"Whoa," the blonde is really shocked and turned on at the same time, by this new bolder and aggressive Santana.
The brunette smirks watching her lover's surprised and excited face. Feeling a little more confident, she crawls into the bed, the same way the blonde did, that unforgettable night.
"Oh my…" Brittany murmurs helpless, admiring the caramel-skinned body hovering on top of her.
Santana leans her head close to the blonde's ear to whisper sexily:
"Let me show you how a good teacher you are…"
Brittany grunts and closes her eyes, allowing the Latina take control of the situation… and her body.
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Santana awakes the next morning at the impression someone is watching her. She opens her eyes slowly, adjusting her view and realizes that, in fact, her now favorite person is staring at her.
Brittany is prompted on her elbow and resting the side of her face on her hand.
"Good morning, sunshine," she says with a sweet smile.
"Morning," The Latina returns the smile Gosh! How didn't I notice the first time? She's even more beautiful in the morning.
She reaches her hand to caress the blonde's cheek, "you are so beautiful," she voices her thoughts without realizing it.
Brittany's eyes open a little in surprise and delight; she was definitely not expecting to hear that. A distinct blush makes its way to her cheeks and, without a response, she leans in kissing the brunettes lips.
They kiss slowly for a while, until the blonde places her body fully on top of Santana, deepening the kiss.
The feeling of Brittany's naked body pressed against her, the loud pounding in her heart and the images of the previous night floating in her mind; proved to be too much for Santana. And without helping her emotions anymore, she breaks the kiss and bores her eyes into blue ones.
"I love you," she can hear herself saying.
The blonde freezes at the words, the astonishment in her face is painfully evident.
"Oh shit," Santana curses, pushing Brittany off her and stands up away from the bed.
"San…"
"oh shit, oh shit, I'm sorry I didn't… " the brunette covers her face with her hands.
"I don't know what I was thinking … I …"
"Look…" the blonde tries to speak, sitting in the bed, but is cut short by the Latina rambling.
"This is ridiculous, what's wrong with me?" Santana shakes her head, "I mean I barely know you!" She throws her hand in the air in exasperation. "We just met some weeks ago, and I swear I wanted sex! That's the only thing I was looking for and then…"
"Hey, listen…"
"And it was just one night! One fucking single night! What did you do to me?" She looks at the blonde with accusing eyes.
"I…"
"Cause since then, I… I haven't been able to stop thinking about you, and… I couldn't even get into the club, I don't know why!" Santana starts pacing around the room. "Then when I finally do get in, you are there! You're there and I again drown into your…your… I don't even know what it is! But we end up here and I feel like we are doing great, like we can have something but…but…"
Brittany looks at her confused but remains silent just waiting for her to continue.
"You are a prostitute!" The Latina shouts, "and I… I don't know if I can do this Brittany…"
The blonde rolls her eyes and sighs.
"Well, if there's actually something going on cause, it could be just one more night of sex right? I mean I don't even know if I have to pay you…"
"San…"
"Do I have to? What does this mean Brittany? … Or should I say Goldie?"
"Santana…"
"See, I don't even know what to call you now and..."
"SANTANA!" The blonde yells in order to get the brunette's attention. "I'M NOT A WHORE!"
Santana turns to face her with a shocked expression.
"Huh?"
Brittany takes a deep breath and replies more calmly, "I said, I'm not a prostitute."
"What?" The Latina asks perplexed.
"I'm a dancer, Santana."
"A… strip dancer you mean?"
"No," the blonde chuckles, "just a regular dancer. I work at a dance studio."
"But… you… what where you doing there?" Santana is now not only confused, but intrigued.
Brittany sighs and sits at the edge of the bed. "I go there every once in awhile to teach the girls some moves; pole dance, choreographies you know? I was hired some months ago and well, I got to know all of them and now they are my friends. We sometimes hang out and stuff, we have a good time," she shrugs.
"Ok… and… they call you Goldie cause…?"
Brittany can help laugh at this. "Yeah, Kurt, the owner of 'The Glee House' said that would be my 'stage' name if I ever were to work for him… not like he didn't try to convince me, cause boy he did!" She giggles this time.
"Oh…ok …but wait," the brunette remembers something, "who's Mike?"
"He's my friend and a fellow dancer; we both work in the studio"
"Uhm, I see," Santana still looks a little disturbed. She swallows and decides to voice her other concern. "If you are not… why did you…?"
"Well uh…" The blonde gets suddenly nervous, but either way she chooses to be honest.
"That day I was there to pick up my pay check then when we bumped into each other; I saw you and… I thought you were the most beautiful person I've ever seen in my entire life," she looks at Santana straight in the face. "See… just recently I had been questioning my sexuality, I... I didn't know what to do, so I just started going with the girls to gay clubs to see if I discovered something but never felt like acting on it, but then…"
The brunette holds her breath expectantly.
"Then you came and…literally hit me with your presence." Brittany smiles brightly, "you made me feel things I never thought I could feel for anyone, with just one glance… and… I thought 'I have to talk to this girl, I have to get to know her'; then you started rambling about you being a lesbian, a virgin, wanting to have sex with a professional so..." she sighs at the memory, "I honestly don't know what came over me, you were there saying those things and it was like something clicked in my head and I said to myself, 'this is my chance!' I was craving to know what was like to be with a girl, you wanted the same, plus you were really hot! So…" her face blushes, "I decided to play along since you already thought I was a prostitute anyway… it seemed easier and a good idea… at the time…"
She looks at Santana, expecting her to say something; but she doesn't speak. She's just standing there seemingly still processing the information given. Brittany chooses to continue.
"I promise you Santana; I really, really liked you since the moment I laid my eyes on you, and I was going to ask you out anyways, after … you know. But the next morning you just seemed so distant, so guarded that I thought you didn't feel the same way about what happened… Oh God that night was..." the blonde shakes her head in incredulity, " was the best night ever, the night I…" she swallows and moves from the bed to stand in front of the brunette, "the night I fell in love with you…"
The Latinas gasps not believing her ears. "You…"
Brittany takes Santana's hands in hers, "I love you," she confirms with a smile that reaches her eyes.
"I'm sorry I wasn't honest with you from the start; you just caught me off guard with your confession and I acted from instinct… I just didn't want to let you go."
"Oh Brittany…" Santana feels her throat close and wraps the blonde in a loving embrace. "I can't believe it, this is just…crazy."
"I know," the blonde replies also feeling a little emotional.
They remain hugging, enjoying their closeness. After a while, Brittany parts from the embrace to speak.
"So, how about if we start again and do it right this time?" she suggests.
"Uhmmm, well…" Santana gives a step back and ogles the blonde from head to toe, "let me tell you, right at this moment you are giving me one hell of a first impression."
Both women laugh at the fact that they are both very naked.
"I wanna take you out, on a date, how does that sound?" Brittany asks shyly.
Santana gives her a huge grin, "I would love that, but…" she moves closer to her, "…only if I get to pay."
"But…"
"Nah ah, no buts," the brunette puts a finger on Brittany's lips, "I want to pay, since you didn't charge me for your lovely services the first time," she winks with a smug smirk.
"Oh, about that…" the blonde quickly replies, "…if I didn't charge you it wasn't because I didn't want to; but because I didn't know how much I was supposed to ask."
The brunette huffs, "you bitch!"
She moves forward and tackles Brittany, who falls into the bed squealing. She ends up on top of the blonde.
When their laughter dies down, they stare into each other's eyes intensely until the blonde reaches Santana's face with her hand.
"You did pay me, Santana."
"How?"
"By giving yourself to me, as your first"
A brief moment of silence -as they engrave the meaning of the words in their hearts- is followed by the brunette's question.
"I was a first for you too, right?"
"Yeah, my first woman"
They exchange smiles.
"You know…" Santana continues, "You could've fooled me; you seemed to know exactly what you were doing."
Brittany chuckles, "well, with a body like yours, I didn't need much inspiration."
Santana smirks and leans in to peck soft lips. She then sighs and reflects on everything that has happened in just one month. Suddenly she starts laughing.
"What?" Brittany asks curious but laughing along with the brunette.
"It's just…who would've thought I would find you in a brothel."
Brittany gives a quick thought and answers.
"Oh well, you know what Rihanna says: 'we found love in a hopeless place'."
FIN