Baila Conmigo || Brittana

nyctanalopez:

“God please don’t!” Santana tightened her grip on Brittany as she laughed, “The first thing wez gonna do when we get home is burn those damn things…And maybe whatever surface Fabray and her girl fucked on….hey what are you doing!” She giggled again, nose scrunching as Brittany assaulted her neck playfully. “Britt.” The whine was half hearted beneath her giggling, “If you don’t knock it off we’re not going to get any dancing done and while that’s totally okay with me, I thought we just decided this was gon be romantic?” Even so she found herself mildly disappointed when Brittany pulled back and re-corrected her posture. Goofy Brittany was one of her favorites, ranking right up there with sexy Brittany and everything from the playful kisses to the goddamned mustache on her face reeked of the Brittany she’d fallen in love with years ago.

Santana’s breath hitched in her throat as she felt herself tugged forward into rolling hips. She tried to keep her face serious even as heat crept up the back of her neck. “Like I said, we’re not gonna get through this dance.” She grumbled under her breath, adjusting herself accordingly and pulling back ever so slightly to put a bit of distance between them. After shooting Brittany a scandalous look she cleared her throat, “You never were one to abide by that rule babe, remember? We were always about the pleasing in high school. I’m just sayin.”

“Flirting and teasing huh? Well you’ve got that done pretty damn well already so let’s get to it why don’t we, cause I swear that wall over there is looking more and more appealing by the moment.” She forced a step forward edging them a little closer to the wall in question, “If you know what I mean.” Shrugging playfully Santana relaxed her stance, “But you’ve got to take the lead, I can waltz, sometimes I but I don’t know much about the tango. So.” The introduction to the song was over, the tempo picked up and she looked at Brittany expectantly a carefully penciled eyebrow arching in question. “You gonna move baby?”

“Are you kidding? I bet they never left Quinn’s room. Like teenagers doing it for the first time.” Brittany laughed at the thought of Quinn and Rachel standing across the room from eachother, just smiling and giggling awkwardly as they slipped their clothes off. All without breaking eye contact. Then she realized what she was picturing and her smile dropped sightly as she shook it from her mind. “Alright, moving on.” Brittany fixed her stance once more and gave another wiggle of her mustache. She was pretty sure this dance lesson wasn’t going to last long before one of them was pressed up against the far wall, so she might as well have her fun right?

“Yeah, that was highschool, S.” She smirked and rolled her eyes, pulling Santana towards herself again to close the little distance she had tried to put between them. It’s hard to tease someone with your body otherwise. “We so aren’t horny teenagers anymore.” Lie of the century right there, they probably did it more now than they did back in highschool. Now that there was no risks of being caught by parents, or teachers, or janitors, or other students. Well anyone really, with the places they have attempted to get it on in. Where as it was a relief  they didn’t have to sneak around anymore, it was also kind of fun trying not to get caught. Keeping quiet was always the hardest part.

Brittany grinned smugly, glancing over to the wall in question for a moment. For a split second she thought she should just give in now and dance their way over to the wall. All this thinking of sex and the fact that they were both so deprived was getting out of hand. She wasn’t sure if she could take her hips rolling into Santana’s like this anymore without some friction. But this was supposed to be a romantic date where she taught her fiance how to tango. While having wild and crazy sex currently sounded like the better option, she was going to at least attempt to stick to the task at hand. As the song picked up, Brittany peeled her eyes off the wall and took lead. “I’m moving.” She grinned again. Soon wall, soon.

(Source: eatmypeanutbuttercup)

bigappleberry:

britt-in-nyc started following you

Hey Britt!

Rach! I was wondering where you went on this.

Celebrate Good Times || Faberritana

nyctanalopez:

freshly-fabray:

Again. It had happened again. Quinn Fabray had quite possibly the worst timing on the face of the fucking planet. “Really?! You have a freaking room! The couch? Where I sit?!” The shouting continued, loud and obnoxious and angry. Quinn was angry. A little respect is all Quinn wanted. A week where she didn’t walk in on her roommates devouring one another. Was it all too much to ask? But then Santana had caught that grin, had seen her far off gaze and well shit, now Quinn was in for it. “It was nothing, just a passing thought. Doesn’t matter.” She blew off, adding in a hand movement saying she was not about to share. It wasn’t any of Santana’s business, and it was only a fleeting thought. That was all. At least that was all Quinn was going to allow it to be. 

The blond moved further into the room, looking at the drinks on the kitchen counters. She didn’t want to do this, drinking was never fun, it always caused trouble. And yet, “When are we starting? Has anyone seen Rach?” God she hoped her girlfriend was not in the house at the moment. Not while Santana and Britt were here doing…well she didn’t exactly want to think of everything they had been doing. “Is she at work?” For now Quinn would ignore the lame games Santana had planned, and focus on keeping Rachel as safe as she could. She knew exactly how Santana and Brittany got when drunk, there had been many high school parties where Quinn was forced to be the designated driver due to Beth. It was fine with her, after the mishap with Puck, Quinn had never been much of a drinker. She tried to do so as little as possible but when Santana wanted something, she would be sure to annoy the hell out of you until she got it.

She couldn’t stop the little giggle that slipped past her lips and she reached up with her unoccupied hand to smack gently at the cup in Britt’s hand. Sometimes she really just could not handle how cute her fiance was. She resisted the urge to kiss Brittany silly where she stood, opting instead to roll her eyes and transfer her attention back to their fuming friend. “Dislodge your underwear from your ass Fabray, we didn’t do it on the couch.” Well they hadn’t today at least, but what Quinn didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her. “We used the counter.” She waggled her eyebrows suggestively, hand snaking discreetly behind Brittany’s back to trace the top of her underwear line. “Well for a few minutes at least, we know how to use a bedroom alright, shit, chill out. How many years have you been living with us?” Her fingers dipped down, brushing just below the underwear line before she moved away from Brittany entirely and towards the alcohol bottles. Glancing over her shoulder she nudged Britt with her foot and handed off the pair of underwear with as discreet a wink as she could manage. “You knew exactly what you were signing up for when you agreed to live with us and you can’t even tell me you and Berry haven’t gotten it on outside your room.”

“A passing thought about Yentl am I right?” Sneaking a smug look in Quinn’s direction she extracted three cups from the stack next to her and set them in a row along an empty space of counter. “I’m totally right, you know how I can tell B?” Santana returned her attention to the numerous bottles of alcohol, scrunching her nose in thought she hovered her hand over the vodka and the tequila. “Because the first thing she did is blush like a naughty Catholic school girl. Just wanky Fabray. Seriously.” Settling her finger on the vodka she shot Brittany a questioning look, waiting for her consent before uncapping the bottle and pouring a healthy amount in the bottom of all three cups. “Could you do me a big favor baby?” She whispered with a frown before adding a little more vodka to each cup. “Could you please grab me a bra while I mix these. It’s cold up in here without you all over this.” Grabbing one of the mixers she added that to her concoction as well, carefully weighing the ratio of soda to vodka with her eyes.  She had planned on a shower before they really got into the drinking but from the sound of Quinn’s voice they needed to start fairly soon before her friend combusted

“No I haven’t seen your lover. You really think we would have gotten it on out here if she was around? God we’re horny not stupid.” Satisfied that the drinks were ready she passed Quinn one of the red cups and set the other aside for Britt. Settling both hands on the counter she pushed herself up, swinging around so that she was facing her room mates. “But I swear if you don’t relax soon, Imma roofie the shit out of you. This is supposed to be fun. Britt and I are super excited about it so can you drop the bitchy act for a minute and enjoy some time with us? How ‘bouts we get a game going and Rachel can join us as soon as she gets in?”

The smug grin on Brittany’s face was barely hidden behind her plastic cup as she leaned forward on her elbows and watched Santana and Quinn argue. Usually she would be trying to calm them down and break the arguement up before it turned into anything nasty, but the fact that they were arguing over the location that her and her fiance had just had sex was a little more than amusing. What was even more amusing was that it was almost in the exact spot Quinn was currently standing. Brittany was ready to mention something about it in hopes of adding to the fun when she felt Santana’s fingers grazing along her skin. Her smug grin grew into a smile behind the solo cup, but she kept her eyes and her attention on their arguement as best she could. “Probably a passing thought of all the naughty things she can get away with tonight.” When Santana moved away from her and over to start pouring some drinks, Brittany took hold of a game box and held it up for them to see. “Did I mention we were playing Twister? Maybe you can convince Rachel to play some strip poker right before your game of Twister. That’s what you were thinking about, right Q? Don’t worry I won’t tell.” She sent a smirk and a wink in Quinn’s direction. “But you really need to work on hiding your thoughts better. The blush totally blew your cover.”

Brittany walked over to the living room with the Twister box and slipped the lid off to set it up. She continued to grin up at them as she set the mat up on the floor, and the spinner beside it. Brittany nodded, satisfied, then stood and looked over at Santana with another smug grin. “One bra coming right up.” She let out a giggle and skipped off to the room to get one. As she entered the room Oscar scurried quickly over to the bed again and she stuck her tongue out as his tail vanished under it. He definitely knew something was going on and he knew that he had to stay as far away from that something. Poor cat has been caught up in their drunken acts before so Brittany really didn’t blame him for hiding away. She grabbed Santana a bra and moved back out into the kitchen, holding it out to her with a wink. “We should start off with a card game.” Brittany suggested as she leaned forward to grab her drink. “Like Crazy Eights or Ninetynine or whatever. That way we can save the good stuff for later.”

Celebrate Good Times || Faberritana

nyctanalopez:

freshly-fabray:

Spring was finally creeping it’s way up onto the streets of New York, the sidewalk littered with trees blossoming in various pinks and greens and even odd colors of whites. Quinn would be enjoying it more, may even have stopped to take a few photos, but she couldn’t. Her mind was far too distant to even recognize such things. Santana wanted to drink. Santana wanted to drink with Rachel. Quinn smelled trouble. That’s all it took for her small ‘spidey-sense’ to go off and there was absolutely nothing she’d be able to do. Why? Because when Santana Lopez had her mind set on something, it was going to happen, whether you liked it or not. It was just how life went. How Quinn had managed to stay alive while living with the girl this long was beyond her.

She continued on, tried to ignore the gloomy cloud over her as she walked. People passed by, some with smiles, some deep in thought, some asking for change, and still all Quinn could think of is how she’d keep Santana as far away from Rachel as possible. No offense to her best friend or anything, but Santana got a tad emotional when drunk. Of course, Quinn should probably also think of ways to keep herself away from Rachel. Everyone knew Quinn Fabray had a bit of an attitude problem that only increased when alcohol was added. She prayed though, she prayed that tonight would not affect her relationship. If one night of drinking screwed things up between her and Rachel, Quinn may never speak to Santana again. 

Her apartment finally came into view, tall and a bit tattered, the paint on the bricks worn, window sill’s chipped, old architecture becoming more and more obviously dated. But it was home. At least that’s what Quinn continued to tell herself whenever she thought about how run down this place was. Her mind finally began to wander, off to what her future home would look like, if it would be with Rachel. Would it be another apartment or a house? Would they have kids? Or a dog? Would Mr. Snuffles still be around? It wasn’t the first time Quinn had these questions, but it was the first time she thought about asking Rachel. She opened her apartment door with a small smile, quickly trying to wipe it away as the last person she needed seeing that odd smile came into view. Santana Lopez.

Santana was not worried about any potential consequences; she didn’t think about the grumpy old lady next door who’d already called the landlord about her and Britt,  and she sure as hell wasn’t thinking about the impact the evening could have about her best friends relationship. She just wanted to get drunk with her best friends. And not just drunk; rip roaring, crazy high school drunk, the kind of drunk that college kids were supposed to be well known for. And if that meant that she’d have to stomach yet another party with Rachel Berry, so be it, she had to initiate her into the house anyway. Quinn would probably pitch a fit, but frankly Santana didn’t give a fuck. It was summer, Santana was engaged to the love of her life, and she had just been promoted which meant better pay and less grunt hours. She had every reason to celebrate and not even Quinn’s protective girlfriend instincts were going bring her down. 

In fact, Santana felt higher than she could ever remember being. Hair tousled from an impromptu ‘Afternoon Delight’, Santana adjusted the cotton shorts she’d thrown on and began moving about the apartment. The morning’s purchases lay strewn about the kitchen counter where they’d been discarded hours ago; red solo cups, regulation pong balls, a deck of cards, and enough alcohol to make Noah Puckerman proud. The satisfied smile that flit so quickly across her face had little to do with the intensity of the last hour, amazing though it had been, and everything to do with how prepared they were for this evenings festivities. She beamed as she picked up a bottle of tequila, turning it over in her hands, a grin tugging further at the corner of her lips as her eyes settled on an article of black cloth settled a little further back on the counter. 

Santana replaced the bottle on the ledge and gathered the piece of clothing between her fingers, holding it up for a brief inspection. “Hey Britt, I found your underwear!” The words had just left her lips when she heard the front door open. Mouth open slightly in shock she blinked at Quinn Fabray once before before balling the underwear up in one hand. “S’bout damn time Fabray, I was starting to think you’d chickened out on me.” Grinning Santana gestured around her. “I gots everything we need, we’re even playing pong and some stupid card game while we’re at it, and if I’m not mistaken that girlfriend of yours has a karaoke machine for you losers to try out.” She paused before continuing her rant, dark eyes narrowing critically at the airy smile on Quinn’s face, “What are you so smiling about? Oye B, doesn’t she look guilty.” She called over her shoulder, folding her arms across her chest smugly.

To be honest, Brittany could remember the last time she had a sip of alcohol, let alone had a party. Well, there were those times she would sneak some of Santana’s beer, but that was about it. So, it was kind of an understatement to say that she was excited for their little party tonight. It obviously wasn’t going to be anything like the highschool parties her, Santana, and Quinn used to go to all the time. There wouldn’t be any horny jocks feeding her shots like they were candy, just in hopes of getting into her Cheerio skirt. And there wasn’t going to be the sneaking back into the house at 4 am wasted with Santana, trying not to wake her parents. It would just be her, Quinn, Rachel, and Santana. And they were adults now. Totally didn’t mean they weren’t going to get just as drunk and have just as much fun though. The day was already going good, and it would only get better. And by good she meant ‘I just had a nooner and still haven’t found all my clothes yet’ kind of good.

Speaking of which, where the hell were her underwear? Santana was already out finishing up getting things read, and Brittany was standing in the middle of their room pantless. She sighed and pulled the tangled sheets aside, when nothing was there she then crouched to peer under the bed. The only thing under there, though was a pair of narrowed, yellow eyes. “Hey, buddy! Have you seen my underwear? They’re black? Lacy?” The ball of fur that the eyes belonged to stretched and yawned before making a rather unimpressed grumble. Brittany narrowed her eyes slightly at the cat, before he finally blinked and looked away. “You’re no help. And stop hiding and being boring.” Again she sighed and moved over to her dresser, pulling the drawer open to pull out a clean pair of underwear. She looked up to see a dart of blue past her face and smirked at the two fish flitting back and forth in the tank. “You took them, I know it.” Brittany laughed lightly and pulled on her new pair, followed by her pants.

“Fine, keep them.” She turned away from the tank and headed for the door of her room. “Though I don’t know what you guys would want with underwear.” The blonde headed for the kitchen just as she heard Santana mention her underwear and the door open. Of all the times for Quinn to walk in, it had to be one of those times. It was like a rule or something. Like Murphy’s Law, but Quinn’s name wasn’t Murphy. Brittany walked up to stand next to Santana, peering around at the alcohol and such on the counter. “She totally looks guilty.” Britt agreed with a nod, pulling out a solo cup to suck onto her face. She pulled it off and smiled at Quinn. “What’dya do?” 

You’ve reached the Unholy Household… oh, and there’s a Hobbit here too, please leave us a message.

Brittany and Santana, on the answering machine.     

Would anyone mind if I became a thug?

nyctanalopez:

A gun shot huh? My girl’s so hardcore it’s ridiculous.

You gotta be hardcore to be a thug, don’t you?

(Source: britt-in-nyc)

Would anyone mind if I became a thug?

freshly-fabray:

Britt I think it’s time we go back to the Disney movies for a while. 

Yeah, but remember back in high school when I watched The Little Mermaid for a week? Both you and San said I couldn’t be a mermaid. At least I can actually be a thug.

(Source: britt-in-nyc)

Would anyone mind if I became a thug?

nyctanalopez:

Yeah I guess not. Fine you thug it out babe. We need to make a trip back to the Heights so you can see how it’s really done.

I mean, I suppose I could pass it off as a limp from a gun shot wound or something. It would make me look more intimidating. Especially if I’m gonna do it Lima Hieghts.

(Source: britt-in-nyc)

Would anyone mind if I became a thug?

nyctanalopez:

Yeah well if I have it my way you wouldn’t be able to walk around much after either.

That sounds like it would be lots and lots of fun, but a gimpy thug doesn’t sound cool, S.

(Source: britt-in-nyc)