Bound By Destiny - Brittana

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Santana carefully opened Brittany's bedroom door, the soft creak barely registering in her ears as she peered inside. The room was dim, but Brittany's wide-eyed expression was unmistakable as she lay on the floor, staring up at the ceiling light with awe. Her mouth was slightly open, a drunken smile playing on her lips as she seemed to marvel at something only she could see.

Santana let out a quiet sigh and stepped inside, gently closing the door behind her. She walked over to Brittany and crouched down beside her, lightly shaking her arm. "Brittany?" she called softly.

Brittany flung her head toward Santana, the sudden movement causing her to bang it against the floor. She didn't even react to the pain, though, and instead screeched, "Santana!" with pure joy. Before Santana could react, Brittany drunkenly flung her arms around Santana's neck, pulling her down with surprising force. Santana lost her balance and fell on top of Brittany, letting out a grunt as their bodies collided.

Brittany giggled beneath her, her eyes bright with intoxicated delight. "What are you doing here?" she asked, as if she hadn't a care in the world.

Santana pushed herself up slightly, trying to regain her composure despite the awkward position. "I'm here to pick you up," she said, her tone both patient and amused.

Brittany's giggles only grew louder as she booped Santana's nose with a playful finger. "You're too small to pick me up!" she exclaimed, her words slurred but her tone lighthearted.

Santana quickly protested, her competitive nature flaring up. "I can definitely pick you up."

Brittany shook her head with a wide, almost mischievous smile. "Nuh uh," she teased, her voice sing-song.

"Yuh uh!" Santana shot back with determination. Without giving Brittany a chance to respond, Santana moved to the side of her, wrapping her arms firmly around Brittany's legs and torso. With a small grunt of effort, she lifted Brittany off the floor, rising to her full height with Brittany in her arms.

Brittany squealed in delight, her drunken laughter echoing through the room. She poked Santana's arm in wonder, her eyes wide with admiration. "You're so strong!" she exclaimed, her voice full of awe.

Santana couldn't help the smug grin that formed on her face, feeling a surge of pride at the compliment. As she started to carry Brittany out of the room, Brittany suddenly grabbed Santana's cheeks with both hands and, without warning, kissed her.

Santana's eyes widened in shock, her heart skipping a beat as their lips met. For a brief moment, she reciprocated, lost in the warmth and sweetness of Brittany's touch. But just as quickly, she pulled back, her mind racing. She hadn't expected this, especially not in Brittany's drunken state.

Brittany, however, seemed completely unfazed. She simply wrapped her arms around Santana's neck again, snuggling into her with a contented sigh. Santana stood there for a moment, holding Brittany close, her thoughts a jumble of confusion, affection, and uncertainty.

Finally, with a soft sigh, Santana tightened her grip on Brittany and began to carry her out of the room.

Santana pushed open the front door of Brittany's house, her arms growing tired from holding Brittany's weight, but she pressed on. Brittany was content in her arms, twirling Santana's dark hair around her fingers, her drunken giggles filling the quiet night air.

"Your hair is so soft," Brittany murmured, her words slurred but affectionate. She brushed a few strands against her cheek, sighing with delight. "Your natural hair is so hot."

Santana felt her cheeks flush a deep red. She wasn't used to Brittany's sudden, drunken compliments, and despite everything, they made her feel warm inside. Shaking her head with a shy grin, she finally reached her car, letting out a relieved breath.