Lost Melody - Brittana

Chapter 9

Santana stood on Kurt's doorstep, knocking with a sense of anticipation. Burt, Kurt's father, opened the door and eyed her up and down. "Who are you?" he inquired, a hint of skepticism in his tone.

Santana smirked confidently. "I'm Santana." Burt considered her for a moment before nodding and stating, "Kurt's downstairs."

As Santana made her way towards the staircase, she overheard Burt muttering something under his breath. Her jaw dropped as she caught the words, "I didn't think Kurt was into threesomes." Shocked, Santana turned back to face Burt.

"Do you seriously think I'll have a threesome?" she retorted, her expression a mix of disbelief and annoyance. Burt, seemingly unbothered, shrugged. "I don't know any other reason you'd be here."

Santana sighed, rolling her eyes. "Because I want to watch the movie with them," she explained, irritation evident in her voice. Burt, nonchalant, just scratched his stubble and shrugged again before walking towards the kitchen, leaving Santana to shake her head and continue down the stairs to join Kurt for the movie night.

Santana lounged on the couch, observing the playful chaos as Brittany showered Kurt with one-dollar bills. Kurt, unfazed, mirrored the dance moves, grinding on air with exaggerated flair. Santana tilted her head, a mix of amusement and curiosity in her eyes.

When Brittany's makeshift currency supply ran dry, she pouted, and Kurt, bringing his dance to a halt, declared, "These moves ain't for free, honey." Brittany burst into laughter, and Kurt, now seated, casually leaned on her. Santana, feeling a bit out of place, shifted uncomfortably on the couch.

Sensing Santana's discomfort, Brittany turned to her, asking, "Are you okay?" Santana looked up and reassured her, "Yeah, totally." Brittany nudged Kurt, signaling for him to give them space. Kurt obliged, moving away, and Brittany scooted closer to Santana, who subtly smiled and reciprocated the gesture.

Kurt, not one to let a moment pass, playfully tapped Brittany's leg, earning a narrowed-eyed look. He mouthed, "What?" Brittany, hesitating, mouthed back, "No way." Kurt persisted, urging her to wrap her arm around Santana. Brittany rolled her eyes but reluctantly moved even closer to Santana.

As Santana leaned into Brittany, the blonde gingerly wrapped her arm around Santana's torso. After a few seconds, Santana found comfort, resting her head on Brittany's shoulder. Brittany exchanged astonished glances with Kurt, who grinned but then decided to break the tension.

Standing up, Kurt announced, "I'm going to steal some of my dad's drinks. You guys want?" Brittany, giving him a puzzled look, slowly nodded, while Santana inquired, "What drinks?" Kurt listed the options, "Whiskey, beer, and vodka." Santana smirked, "Yeah, I'll have some."

Brittany sat on the couch, leisurely sipping her beer while Santana enthusiastically chugged vodka. The room echoed with their laughter, creating a laid-back atmosphere. As the night wore on, Brittany noticed Kurt had succumbed to slumber, passed out nearby. She rolled her eyes at his state and shifted her attention to Santana, who was now giggling and playfully tracing shapes on her own stomach.

Deciding it was time to intervene, Brittany reached over and gently took the vodka away from Santana. The brunette looked at her with teary eyes, a mix of protest and amusement in her expression. Brittany, maintaining a smile, asked, "You want to go home?" Santana replied, "I want vodka."

Shaking her head, Brittany responded, "I'll take you home instead. Is that any better?" Santana shrugged with a smirk, saying, "If you come with me." Brittany rose from the sofa, extending her hand to Santana, saying, "Sure." Santana beamed up at Brittany, saying, "You're the best." Brittany just smiled and casually remarked, "I know."

Brittany helped Santana up, but as they stood, Santana quickly wrapped her arms around Brittany and started showering kisses all over Brittany's cheeks. Brittany, blushing, rolled her eyes, attempting to pull away. Santana, undeterred, placed her hands on Brittany's face, continuing the onslaught of kisses.

Brittany steered the car through the quiet streets, glancing at Santana, who seemed lost in thought. Sensing something amiss, Brittany raised her eyebrows and asked, "Don't want to go home?"

Santana rested her head on the window, staring out into the night, and replied, "Not my house. Take me to your dorm."

Brittany's eyebrows furrowed, "My dorm? What about your parents?" Santana shrugged, "They don't like seeing me drunk, no matter how much so." Brittany nodded, "Okay, yeah, that's fine, totally."

Santana grinned mischievously, "Is this the first time you're taking a girl to your place?" Brittany blushed, stammering, "I've taken a girl to my place before." Santana teased, "Who?" Brittany mumbled, "My mom." Santana tilted her head, puzzled, "Who?" Brittany, flushing, admitted, "My mom."

Santana burst into giggles, and Brittany, defensively, asked, "What? She is a girl, so technically, I'm not wrong." Santana continued giggling, saying, "So, I'm the only person you've kissed that you're taking to your house?" Brittany focused on the road, confessing, "Actually, you're the only person I've kissed."

A wide smile spread across Santana's face, and she asked, "Really?" Brittany nodded, and Santana couldn't hide her curiosity, "That's really cute, but why did you wait 19 years to do that?" Brittany sighed, "I've just never met anyone who I feel like... I don't know, like who actually cares enough."

Santana blushed, a warmth spreading through her, and she softly said, "And you thought I did?" Brittany smiled shyly, "I mean, yeah. You have this vibe about you that goes past anyone who's shown interest in me like that."