Style: F/F
Rating: PG.
Word Count: 429.
Pairing: Brittana.
After junior prom finished, the spicy latina, left with her beard. The moment she had shared with her beautiful blonde Brittany, had left Santana thinking. ‘I voted for you.’ The words flew around her head in the car on the way home. David was dropping her at her place, and nudged her arm. “Okay San, we’re here.” He said softly. She came too quickly, and turned to him with a nod. “Thanks, Karofsky, I’ll see you on Monday.” She mumbled, forcing a quick plain smile, before hurrying up ther stairs to her porch. She turned and waved at the man driving. He waved back, and headed home. Santana took a deep breath, and opened the door. Her father sitting on the lounge turned toward his beautiful daughter. “Hey honey.” He spoke. “How was prom?” He asked looking his daughter square in the face. Santana forced a smile once more. “It was amazing. I’m tired, I’m go get changed and go to bed. Night, Dad.” She said, and quickly bolted up the stairs before he could get another word in. She pulled off her scarlet dress and hung it in her closet, pulling out a simple night gown. It stopped mid-thigh. She yawned, taking her hair out, she let the locks fall down her back, before slipping into her perfectly made double bed. She looked out the window. Santana’s night had been dramatic to say the least.
A soft sigh escaped her lips, as she rolled facing the dark once more, the scene of Her and Brit-Brits moment at prom was playing over, and over in her head. She felt a tear roll down her cheek. Why was she such a coward? She closed her eyes, entering the world of sleep.
The soft touch or Brittany’s hand on Santana’s cheek made her heart race. The other hand was pulling the latina in closer to the blondes body. She started to say something but no sound was coming out. Soon she felt the soft lips of the blonde on her own. The feel was such an enticement to Santana, a tingle ran through her body and she felt her core pulsating throughout her body, she ran a hand down the blonde’s side. Brittany’s tongue ran against San’s lip, prodding for entry, without hesitation, Santana allowed it, feeling the warmth of Brittany’s tongue slide against her own, made her heart beat faster. Suddenly a noise, an annoying noise at that, started going off. She rolled over and turned her alarm off, and sat up. It was just a dream. Just a dream.
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