A*N - So long story short: My gf recently broke up with me (I know, I know. Sob story here) so I'm extremely sexually frustrated to say the least. I also recently rediscovered writing and it was and has always been my great outlet so I'm getting back into it. Hope it's enjoyable for more than just my own personal release (which sounds dirtier than I mean it to, given the content). Fill for GKM.
Santana sighs as she finally steps out of the front door of her office. Being a CEO was a sweet gig. She gets to yell at people, have a swanky office, and she makes more money than most of her graduating class combined. Unfortunately, it also means long hours in that swanky office, exhaustion from those hours so zero time to date, and a nice little build-up of sexual frustration.
She hops into her Camaro, her Monday car. It is not what she uses when she wants to impress but there is definitely a soft spot for it. Her ipod syncs and begins to play some new songs she recently got over lunch, including Big Sean. She can't help but admit she's had a small infatuation with him lately.
Santana hums along as she cruises through her city. She is in no rush to get home because in reality there's nothing to go home to. Her drive home was her winding down time from work and she often took the long way so she could stretch her horses under the hood on the freeways. She had a few small business owned restaurants that she usually stops at for her dinner. Depending on how she feels she may take it to go or just hang out and people watch as she eats. Tonight she decided to just get it to go.
She turned on the seat warmer, letting the pizza she got stay warm as she headed home. It was about this time usually when the music faded away a bit into more background noise and she thought about some things. Lunch dates with the few friends she still managed to have, reminders to call her mother then coming up with excuses not to. These were just little things that kept her mind busy enough to surprise herself when she finally pulled onto her street and started looking for a spot. The only thing that she really hated about this place was that she was given only two parking spots in the garage, which were reserved for her weekend babies. The ones she used to impress investors and ladies alike. This meant that her Camaro had to sit out on the street like a common vehicle.
After parking, she threw most of her stuff into her purse, fished out her keys, and grabbed her pizza. She headed towards her door with her mind already drifting to thoughts of her wonderfully expensive but totally worth it bed. She almost did not hear the soft voice coming from the curb.
"Excuse me, spare some change?"
Santana stopped and looked down at the surprisingly gorgeous girl. "Excuse me?"
"Sorry to bother you, I was just wondering if you could spare me a dollar or so? I hate to ask, really I do! I just want something warm to drink. I was stupid and forgot my jacket at my boyfr- well, ex-boyfriend's place."
"What's your name?" Santana asked. She was curious as to why this poor girl was standing out on this chilly curb instead of somewhere warm and cozy where it looked like she belonged.
"Brittany. Brittany S. Pierce." The girl smiled and held out her hand.
Santana shook it, a little mesmerized by the sparkling blue eyes and wide, stunning smile on the girl in front of her. "Brittany S. Pierce. I'm Santana Lopez. Would you like to come in?" It was out before she knew what she was offering, but Santana couldn't even find it in herself to get angry with herself because if she didn't help this poor girl it was almost certain some creep would try and help himself.
"I wouldn't want to burden you or upset your family. Thank you, though." Brittany said shyly, tucking hair behind her ear and looking at her shoes. She remembered how often people got angry at her when she needed help. She didn't want to make this beautiful girl mad at her as well.
"I insist. Please! I promise it will be warmer in my apartment than out here. I'm also not a freaky rapist, unlike some people that might come out to get you if you stay out here by yourself for too long." Santana sounded a little more desperate than she wanted to, but she was more than interested in how this girl had ended up right in front of her apartment.
Brittany shyly nodded. She was a little frightened at the thought of creepy men coming for her so she offered to carry the pizza for Santana. "I can't thank you enough!"
Santana grinned like an idiot. She was usually so smooth but she'd be damned if she had ever met a girl who was so pretty and yet so down to earth. It was a nice change. "So why are you out there all by yourself anyways? And without proper cover?"
"Um, my boyfriend kicked me out. My ex boyfriend. He was cheating on me with another girl. I guess it had been going on for a few months but I was too stupid to figure it out." Brittany shuffled her feet as Santana unlocked the door to the building, leading them to the elevator. Santana hated to see the way Brittany's lower lip jut out as she explained. She fumbled for words to say as she saw the lip quiver just a bit before being bitten to hold back more emotion.
"I doubt you're stupid. He's stupid for cheating on a girl like you." Santana said, wanting desperately for a smile to light up that face.
"Thank you…" Brittany smiled a little. "but you don't even know me. I'm not very smart at all. That's why I'm kicked out instead of him even though he was in the wrong. I don't have anywhere else to go because most of the people I know are through him. It's all messed up and my head hurts when I think about it."
"Do you-" Santana stopped. Should she really be inviting a stranger into her home for a night? She's adorable and sad and really what kind of harm could this girl do? She looks like she loves everybody. Even old people. It's only a night anyways… "You are staying here for the night." There. Declared it. No take backs.
"I will totally make it up to you! I will do whatever you need. I can clean! I always had to do the chores at Sam's house. I'm good at dishes and stuff but you probably want me to stay away from the laundry." Brittany said, rambling on a bit about the stuff she could do but Santana was already daydreaming about Brittany in a French maid outfit. Fuck I need to get laid.
Arriving at the door to Santana's apartment, she quickly unlocked the door and swung it open, stepping aside to let Brittany in first. She would rather not admit that she couldn't help but check out the girl's ass. Shit, Lopez. She just fucking broke up with her boy and so she's probably straight and not wanting to jump you like you obviously need. Santana argued with herself. But then again, after a break up is when most straight girls try and jump your bones…
"Holy shit!" Santana is snapped from her thoughts at the exclamation. She quickly looks around her place to make sure there wasn't something out of the ordinary. She swore she had all of her toys in her bedroom.
"Uh…what?" She asked, looking at Brittany's awe-struck face.
"You live here? Like daily. Like own this?" Brittany asked, slowly walking farther into the place, pizza box still in her hands.
"Well, yeah. I mean, yeah." Santana said. She knew it was pretty awesome but it had been awhile since somebody had come here and been surprised to see it. Most people she knew or took home expected this.
"Wow" was all Brittany could say.
After dropping off her stuff and changing into some comfier clothes and finding some for Brittany that were unfortunately *cough* not *cough* too tight and small, leaving plenty of skin for Santana's hungry eyes. Thankfully, Brittany was very confident in her body and was perfectly okay with the skimpiness of the clothes. Her only comment was how adorable they were since they were little like Santana which Santana didn't exactly appreciate. She was quickly okay with it, though, when Brittany stretched to the table from the couch to grab something and Santana swore an inch more and she would've been a goner from the sight of Brittany's ass.
The two shared the pizza, which Santana was grateful to have chosen now for the night's dinner, and talked about their lives. Santana explained her job and how she was single and super busy and Brittany explained she was a freelance artist and performer and shared the more in depth story of her and Sam, making Santana hate the boy for upsetting the beautiful blonde.
Realizing the time, Santana needed to get to bed. It was way too late for her and she had to be up early. She explained to Brittany that the girl could stay as long as she needed. She had really taken a liking to her and figured she was right and that Brittany was not going to hurt her or anything and let's face it she was sexy as hell. Never hurts to have eye candy around.
"Thank you so much, Santana. You have no idea how relieved I am to have found you. Or have had you find me. Whatever. Just thank you." Brittany said, as she laid down on the couch with the blanket and pillow Santana had given her after offering her bed up a hundred times only to be shot down. Brittany didn't want to put her out more than she already had.
"Thank you for sharing an evening with me, Brittany. It was refreshing to have such amazing conversation with such an interesting woman such as yourself." Santana smiled and shut off the lights before closing the door to her own bedroom.
She stripped down, figuring that Brittany wasn't the type to come barging in unannounced and meaning she could still sleep naked as always. And if Brittany did, well, that probably wouldn't be such a bad thing.