The Brainless Beauty

[askwarblernick]

I was pretty sure the lion thing was a no-go these days, so I googled to confirm. Sorry to crush your dreams, but could I interest you in a fulfilling career as a unicyclist instead? It's that, juggling, or getting shot out of a cannon.

[brittxxbpierce]

...I think you're actually onto something. There will always be part of me who longs to befriend a lion, but I'd slay the tent down daily on the unicycle.

The cannon...maybe not. I'm not ready to lose one of my limbs just yet.

[asksmythe]

Are you sure there's a demand for circus freaks in 2024? I mean, do what you want, but if you want to perform, maybe Hollywood or Broadway would be more realistic options.

[brittxxbpierce]

I'm kind of offended that you think circus performers would ever go out of style. Besides, maybe I want to take the skills I learned and put them to work to get onto Broadway?

[askfabray]

Are you sure that's the right career choice? Maybe you should get your degree now and then reconsider the circus after you graduate?

[brittxxbpierce]

I hear you, I really do, but the whole point of the circus thing was to escape the need to finish this degree and therefore keep me from having to pass organic chem.

From everyone's responses though I'm starting to gather that the circus thing probably isn't the best means of escape.

[askrissa]

Thanks. We'll see if I'm able to walk in them in time for the competition.

Yeah, I can do Friday. Where should we meet?

[brittxxbpierce]

I have faith in your abilities, but pack your flats just in case.

I can pick you up like the gentlelady I am? I know a great place to get Italian food if you're into that?

[brittxxbpierce]

Do you have a type?

With women, anyone who's nice to me. With men, anyone who's nice to me but also resembles a handsome rat. If you know you know.

[mism4tched]

Of course! The Pierce Sisters' Circus: LIVE! It has a nice ring to it.

Very true! They actually might join. It could be a whole family thing! I know you could teach L.T some sick circus tricks!

[brittxxbpierce]

I think you've cracked the code to our ticket out of the middle class, JP. I'm about to buy us hanging trapeze equipment so we can start practicing.

Now you're talking, LT would be the star of the show of course. He told me he misses you by the way. You need to fulfill your auntie duties.

[goldenkwilde]

He also thinks that Hillary Clinton is part of a political elite that drinks goat’s blood to sustain them, so I wouldn’t pay super close attention to what he says.

Cooked turkey is better when the people you’re eating it with aren’t massive cunts. You okay?

[brittxxbpierce]

I mean, if he wanted to get into creative writing it sounds like he might actually be onto something. At least he kept it interesting for you guys, i guess?

That's real, honestly, we probably could have just ordered pizza and it would have played out better. I'm good, happy to be back, and focused on school and not small-town drama. How are you holding up?

[brittxxbpierce]

What were you thankful for this Thanksgiving?

Santana, LT, my sister, Amazon Prime Next Day delivery, and dolphins.

[brittxxbpierce]

I respect your choice even if I am wondering how you fit into...that. Not that you're not amazing, I'm sure you're amazing. You just seem...nice? Normal? Like an actual human being with feelings? All things you rarely see from Vocal Adrenaline.

Scouted? For like...the Olympics or for college? Either way, I'm no longer flirtily impressed, I'm actually impressed. Just cheerleading for me, but I think being able to do a backflip requires a decent amount of athletic skill.

See? Now that, that was cute. Some might even say endearing. How soon in the future are we talking?

[askrissa]

I guess out of necessity? I don't really have any other options. But honestly, not everyone in the group is crazy cutthroat, some of my teammates have been really nice and welcoming. Elaine even offered to show me how to walk in heels... so.

I'll take both cute and endearing. Uh... what about this week? If you're free?

[brittxxbpierce]

I'm glad to hear they're not holding you hostage...and that is actually really sweet. Walking in heels is not a skill easily obtained, but I have faith in you!

Suddenly I have nothing to do for the rest of like...ever. Friday?

[goldenkwilde]

Thanksgiving remains the most mediocre holiday. Not that I don't love any opportunity to give thanks and praise to my Jesus, but other than that it's literally just excessive food and family, both of which we get at Christmas in a month anyways, but with presents as a consolation. I hope everyone's trips home didn't suck, though I'm sure y'all had to deal with your own versions of my Uncle Steve spending an hour detailing how Denver Airport has a tunnel through the earth that leads to North Korea. Who says you don't learn anything new from your politically questionable family members?

[brittxxbpierce]

Your Uncle Steve kind of sounds like he knows something we don't though...like maybe he's onto something. Politically questionable is probably the most accurate description I can give of my own experience.

On the plus side, nobody was blackout drunk this year and the turkey was cooked all the way through so I'll call it a success.

[asktheharmony]

We are fun at parties. I just suppose our concept of fun is a little more classy than yours.

Maybe in whatever career you're looking at. I am a performer who already has professional credits to my name and was raised by actors. I don't need to learn now to clown.

[brittxxbpierce]

From my own personal experience, it's possible to be classy without being so...cunty? But that's just me!

Really? Crazy how I'm not familiar with any of your professional work. I'm glad that you're secure in your career. I'm sure your positive attitude is a real hit on casting calls. Leave the clowning for losers like me I guess.

[brittxxbpierce]

Hair of The Dog

Tagging:Brittany Pierce and Santana Lopez

Time Frame: Sunday, late November

Location: Brittany’s Apartment

General Notes: Santana comes over to “study” whilst battling a hangover from the pits of hell. 

Trigger Warnings: Eventual explicit sexual content, explicit language, intense closeted lesbianism.

Brittany:

Brittany always found it incredibly hard to focus whenever she and Sanatana were…indulging in wanly time? Particularly more difficult with soft assured hands cupping her breasts, goosebumps erupting in the wake of soft squeezes and gentle fingers. It was the loss of those hands accompanied by the loss of full lips that brought Britt back from whatever fantasy world she’d disappeared to.

Santana's shifting weight causing the blonde to swallow thickly, pupils blown and eyelids hooded as she looked up at the smaller woman standing above her. She chewed her bottom lip as she watched her best friend remove her tank top, blue eyes taking in newly revealed tan skin. She was quick to do the same with the soft gray material of her pants, and once all that was left was a black lacey thing Brittany was tugging her girl closer again.

Her touch was firm as she helped guide San back down to the couch safely, this time dangerously close to straddling her neck. The first time they had done this Brittany had been…terrified. Excited, but scared shitless nonetheless. The mechanics of it didn’t make sense to her? How in the world would she be able to breathe? Now though, years later, she had to hold in her smirk as she watched long manicured nails push aside drenched material, her favorite flower on display.

Santana barely had time to brace herself with a well placed hand on either side of Brittany’s head before the blonde was tugging her down by the hips. Moaning into soft flesh as her tongue found it’s way between dewy lips, trailing up and down the way Santana liked, working her way upwards until she could suck a prominent clit into her mouth, alternating between that circling her entrance.

[brittxxbpierce]

Happiest childhood memory?

Probably the first Disney trip we ever went on. Jamie and I teamed up to convince our parents to buy us like ten Mickey Mouse ice cream sandwiches and then we spent the entire night throwing up, but before that, we had a blast.

[askelmartinez]

Is this some new kink that I’m unaware of? Because I’m not one to kink shame but this is one that I cannot get behind.

[brittxxbpierce]

It's not a kink to my knowledge...but now that I think about it if you googled "Shrek" on Pornhub you'd probably stumble upon some god-awful videos.

[askrissa]

That's really nice of you but I'm loyal to my team. Plus, I go to Carmel, i don't think I can join any groups from McKinley even if I wanted to. But I really do appreciate the offer.

I'm the pitcher for my team. I'm a leftie so when I was kid they decided I'd be their secret weapon. But there was also a point where I was trying to be scouted, so... Do you play any sports?

Yes, please. Great, incredible. I can't wait to try that out sometime in the future.

[brittxxbpierce]

I respect your choice even if I am wondering how you fit into...that. Not that you're not amazing, I'm sure you're amazing. You just seem...nice? Normal? Like an actual human being with feelings? All things you rarely see from Vocal Adrenaline.

Scouted? For like...the Olympics or for college? Either way, I'm no longer flirtily impressed, I'm actually impressed. Just cheerleading for me, but I think being able to do a backflip requires a decent amount of athletic skill.

See? Now that, that was cute. Some might even say endearing. How soon in the future are we talking?

[brittxxbpierce]

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[brittxxbpierce]

Hair of The Dog

Tagging: Brittany Pierce and Santana Lopez

Time Frame: Sunday, late November

Location: Brittany’s Apartment

General Notes: Santana comes over to “study” whilst battling a hangover from the pits of hell. 

Trigger Warnings: Eventual explicit sexual content, explicit language, intense closeted lesbianism.

Santana:

Santana didn't even bother to hide the sultry smile that spread across full lips at the feeling of the tip of Brittany's nose ghosting along the sensitive skin of her neck. She let her eyes flutter closed and her senses indulge. Vanilla, coconut, the beach…she laughed softly. It was a very accurate description - a mixture of Chanel N°5, leave-in conditioner and some random overly priced body lotion. Brittany was spot on. The blonde always noticed the little things. Things Santana didn't give a second thought. Things that the guys she would hook up with wouldn't dare notice. Even with soft hands gripping her ass over tight spandex, Brittany nuzzled warm skin and inhaled, causing Santana's perfectly straight teeth to assault her bottom lip.

She bit down firmly, the nerves between her legs awakening. It felt like tiny electric currents with each passing moment. She groaned when Brittany pulled away, but she wasn't disappointed for long. The eye contact was fierce; resulting in Santana's heart hammering in her chest.

“I guess you can start by telling me what I taste like next?” Brown eyes flicked from blu and blown pupils to glossy pink lips before she was leaning in to capture them between her own. It was a simple kiss at first but when the hands on her ass squeezed she took that as an invitation - tongue seeking entrance into Brittany's mouth. She hummed in appreciation when soft lips parted for her, flicking her tongue over the blondes. She tasted like tequila and gummy bears. Santana deepened the kiss, wrapping her arms around Britt's neck. She pulled her in so they were chest to chest. She could feel the other woman's heart beat, and she knew hers could be felt as well. This was her favorite place.

Wrapped up in everything that was Brittany. It felt so bitter sweet. To have everything she’d ever wanted but nothing at all at the same time. She pushed away those thoughts rising to her knees, only to lean forward, pressing herself against Brittany's chest, pinning her between her body and the sofa. Once they were close enough, Santana lowered herself back onto a warm lap.

Brittany:

Their hangouts usually went one of two ways. Either, Santana would come over and immediately start bitching about whatever was wrong or whomever had made the mistake of wronging her. They would order Chinese food and sit with open laptops, gossiping and passing bottles back and forth between them. Y’know, the real college experience.

The other option was that Santana would come over, usually angry about something, but not always. Today the cause was that she didn’t feel good, which was almost as bad as when she was pissed off. They’d give the brief formality of choosing a show or movie to watch under the guise of pretending they both didn’t know that they’d be halfway to naked before the title screen even lit up on the TV across the room.

Today was one of those days. Brittany was already hyper-fixated on Santana, the sounds from the TV muffled and distorted as their lips met for the first time in a solid 48 hour period, a new record for them really. She let Santana remain the control so she desperately craved, her own soft whimpers muffled into wet flesh as Santana tasted herself on her tongue. She felt her balance shift, the pressure from Santana’s body pushing her to lay down totally on the couch, tanned legs straddling either side of her waist. The tingles in her lower stomach and the way the woman on top of her shifted causing her breathing to come out in shallow pants. The beginnings of arousal causing her lower half to stir.

“Come up here then.” Brittany demanded, nodding so San would understand, tugging at the soft gray material of the leggings that covered toned things. “I wanna see for myself.” She requested, hands gripping Santana’s thighs at the junction where they met her hips, thugs rubbing circles dangerously close to her covered core through multiple layers of fabric.