Backpara 🍻 Santana/Vi
Who: Santana and Vi. What: Attending the Same Party. Also, mistletoe. Where: Waynesfield, Ohio. When: Thursday, December 29th 2016. Night.
Vi had met her friend, Michelle, at Acoustix at one of the open mic nights over the summer. Vi didn’t partake because she only sang at karaoke, and she certainly didn’t have any poems to read, but she liked to chill out there on occasion, especially in the summertime because the atmosphere was just better. They hung out every so often since the summer and once the holidays came around, Michelle invited Vi to her between holidays party. It was at her house out in more of the boondocks area and it was hoppin.’
There was music in the living room with a small dance floor. Lots of snacks in the living room and drinks flowing in the kitchen. There were tons of holiday cheer, fake snow and a hot chocolate fountain, which Vi thought was the coolest. Michelle even provided a marshmallow and recommended shots list to add to the cocoa for those who wished to partake. She also had a huge bonfire outside with more music, hot dogs, and marshmallows to roast.
Vi didn’t know anyone at the party and she hadn’t thought to bring anyone, since Michelle hadn’t said anything either way about bringing a guest. But Vi also didn’t mind that because she could get along well with most people. She ate some food and had some drinks, then headed outside to chill with those around the bonfire. She chatted and drank some more and was a bit drunk already, but she found another girl who lived close to her and they agreed to grab an uber home and then the girl’s boyfriend was gonna drive them back the next day to pick up their cars. Vi thought that was totally cool of them and she thought this was a fun sort of way to spend a night on her break. She was all about this bonfire and party out in some country territory.
It wasn’t that Santana never went out. She did, but not as much as she had in college. Teaching and coaching had forced her into a really strict routine of not going into work with a hangover and very little sleep. You learned really fast that those days were miserable for everyone involved. Plus, it was kind of odd to now be responsible for advocating against teenagers drinking, doing drugs, and having sex, but you just got a whole new perspective when you thought about the fact that they were actually children, and how if you knew then what you knew now…it was kind of trite, but it had definitely impacted Santana’s partying habits.
And it was only because she was on break that she’d agreed to attend this random party with a group of her friends. She wasn’t really looking for anything out of it because drinking and having a good time. Plus it gave her a reason to pour herself into her new dress. The atmosphere was mostly chill. People were already a few drinks in by the time she and her friends had arrived, but they’d pregamed, and she it took her about two shots before she was pleasantly buzzed.
Vi headed inside because she had to pee and then after, she found herself back in the kitchen, getting another drink. There was a keg, which was cool, so Vi got herself a beer and then was checking out the backside of this hot girl, which she quickly realized was Santana. Her Santana. Well, not her Santana, but it was Santana, and Vi was confused because she had no idea that Santana was even going to be here. Like. Holy shit. She felt she was seeing Santana a lot over this break already.
It certainly didn’t help her feelings for her, which were still burning hot, especially after Santana had taken her out to dinner for her birthday. They had a /really/ good time, Vi thought. They just talked and chilled, and Vi still tried to gauge if and when she should make a move, as Brody had suggested. He was right. She needed to sort of just deal with it. Either see if Santana was into it or not. But Vi had to get the courage to do it. That was the problem. But she was totally kinda drunk now so all of these seemed so much easier to deal with. She sidled up beside Santana and paused before speaking.
“Hey,” she said simply, trying to be totally cool right now.
Santana had been drinking out of a beer bottle when she heard someone walk up beside her. She was about to turn around and tell whomever was speaking that she was definitely not interested when she saw who was standing there. She did a double take because for one, she didn’t believe who she was seeing, and for another because of what Vi was wearing. She looked...good. She took another drink and lowered her bottle. “Hey, what are you doing here?”
“Hey,” Vi said again with a soft chuckle. Her cheeks started growing warm. Yup, she was drunk. “I’m friend’s with Michelle, we met at Acoustix. What are you doing here? I mean, friends with Michelle?” And that’s when her gaze shifted downward and she checked out Santana in that dress again. Fuck, her body was so nice.
It took her a moment to follow what the other woman was saying, but then Santana chuckled. Vi was clearly a few sheets to the wind. “No, I don’t know Michelle, but I think my friends might. I didn’t even ask. I just let them drag me to this...thing.” She noticed Vi’s eyes scanning her body, and she flushed with pleasure.
She realized she was no longer making eye contact and her gaze shot back up with a sort of, wide eyed expression that she quickly shook free. “Um, yeah, it’s tooootally cool. Like. There’s a fire. Outside. There.” She pointed to the door that led out to the back yard. Vi didn’t know what to say after that. She took a drink of beer then licked her lips. “You look good. I mean, hot. I mean, great dress.” She almost face palmed herself, but she resisted the urge.
Santana glanced in the direction that Vi mentioned, an amused grin on her face. “Yes, I’m familiar with the idea of how a bonfire works.” She chuckled. “How many drinks have you had?” She was a little taken aback by how forward Vi was being, but she attributed it to the alcohol. Still it made her hyper aware of the weirdness that had been floating around their relationship. “Yeah? Thanks. You look nice too.”
Vi thought over Santana's question and if she hadn't been intoxicated, it might have thrown her off a little, thinking Santana was judging her amount of drunkenness. “Mmm… Well… This is beer, and I've had at least two of these and then… there was a couple other drinks. I've been here a bit.” She grinned and gave a slight nod. She licked her lips again at Santana's small compliment. “Thanks,” she said and paused a moment. “Do you need a drink? I can get you one.”
Holding up her beer bottle, Santana chuckled again. “I’m good for right now. We pregamed before we got here. I’m feeling pretty good.” Her gaze flickered to Vi’s lips when she ran her tongue across it, and she took another sip of her beer. So maybe she was a little attracted to the other woman. It probably had a lot to do with the fact that Vi didn’t annoy her like the average person did. She couldn’t even really put her finger on it, but they just got along in a way that she rarely did with other people.
“Pregame,” Vi repeated and nodded. “Good call.” She grinned. “I'm feeling /really/ good too.” She laughed lightly and took a sip of her beer. She didn't know what to do now. Santana had shown up with friends and Vi certainly didn't want to butt in, and besides, Santana probably wanted to hang out with her friends. But then part of Vi didn't want to leave Santana's side. But damn, she wanted to be chill too, and fretting over this wasn't chill. “I know I texted you about it, but that 3D pen is really baller. Like, I haven't been able to stop playing with it since you gave it to me.” She smiled again and then took another drink of her beer.
“Wanky…” Santana joked when Vi talked about the pen. She was happy Vi liked it. A part of her was relieved that she seemed to know the other woman so well. “But yeah, it looked really awesome. I’m enjoying my plankton too. I see them in my kitchen window, at night, they look really pretty. My mom wants one,” she replied with a little laugh. “I think my abuela was a little disappointed you weren’t there for Christmas. I think she might have a crush on you.”
Vi smirked when Santana said wanky. She wondered what it would be like to full on flirt with Santana. There had been some words said, phrases, little hints here and there, but nothing that was obvious flirting between the two. She wondered if it was time to change that. “Oh yeah? You’ll have to text me a pic or something so I can see it at night. Or I could just come over.” She laughed lightly. “Awwwww, I love Abuela Lopez. She’s the coolest. If only I was into cougars…” She grinned and then winked before finishing the rest of her beer. “You tell her I’ll be there for the next holiday though. Can’t have her missing me too much.” She smirked again.
The thing with Santana not letting co-workers come to her house had started when she'd moved to Lima. This was a place where she'd be living indefinitely, and every teacher she knew had warned against living places close to students. It had extended to her colleagues just out of a sense of propriety, but now it was just her thing. A running joke that hadn't yet led to her allowing them into her domain.
She could feel a little shift in the conversation and decided to just go with it. “I'll send you plenty of pictures.” She grinned. “As for my abuela, I'll give her your number. Maybe she can change your mind about cougars. Hotness runs in the family.”
“And if the pictures could have you holding it like, you know, a model, that would be cool too,” she replied with a grin. She was trying hard to be both sly and cool right now. “It sure does,” Vi agreed and then added. “But I've got my sights set on someone else.” And with that, she held Santana's gaze for a long moment but finally glanced away. She couldn't just confess her feelings while she was drunk at somebody's party. She wanted Santana to take her seriously on it, not think she was messing around or something.
“Those sound like the lamest sexts ever.” Santana grinned because she suddenly had the vision of super awful sexts between her and Vi, and it was hilarious. She finished off her beer just as Vi caught her eye. They were having one of those moments again, and she didn’t know what to do with it. All she knew was Vi was basically making it seem like she was into her, and a part of Santana was into that. It was just a really complicated situation.
“They can’t be lame if one, you are in them, and two, if you’re holding glowing biomass thingies. Like glowing thingies.” She actually hadn’t seen what it looked like all glowing and cool, only what pictures could show. She wished she could see it in person. Maybe one day. “So, you gotta send ‘em, that’s all.” Vi shook her head slightly, smirk still present on her face. She was feeling so good right now. She was drunk and talking to Santana, and Santana was /smiling/ and this was so the best.
“I have to send you sexts now? Is that what you’re saying?” Santana found herself flirting, but she kind of liked it. It had been a while since she’d had any kind of real connection, and not just something that would lead to her having a hook up with the person and then going home and never speaking to them again. But that just made it sound a lot heavier than she wanted. She reminded herself that they were just having a conversation, and she needed to relax.
“Yeah,” Vi answered and laughed. She nodded, a stupid grin still on her face. “That’s totally what I’m saying. And the bio glowing thingies need to be in every. Single. One.” She was really enjoying this. She was really enjoying Santana. And she thought it crazy that they had known each other for a while now, but it was only recently that these feelings developed.
Santana shook her head. “You’re the most ridiculous person I know, and we work with Rachel Berry, whom I’m not entirely convinced was not raised in a tree baking cookies with the other Keebler elves.” She brushed her hair over her shoulder. “I will keep the sexts in mind. We don’t even text as friends. That would be a hell of a jump.”
Vi laughed at that because it was really funny to think of Rachel baking cookies in a tree with elves. It took her a moment to recover. “You should totally submit that to the gossip blog thingie.” She laughed again and then pulled herself together. “Not so much of a jump. Wait!” She pulled her phone out and sent Santana a quick text that said ‘hey what's up ;)’ Vi grinned and then put her phone away. “Oh, you have a text.”
“I haven’t even looked at that gossip blog thing. Ain’t nobody got time for that…” Santana laughed. Maybe she would just because she could. Something like that was just ridiculous enough to be funny. When her phone buzzed, Santana pulled it from her clutch and looked at it. She shook her head. “You’re really thirsty for those sexts, huh?” She wasn’t sure why she found it flattering, but it just made her laugh instead of annoying her.
“I've checked it out here and there,” Vi told her. She never submitted anything because she didn't have much to say. She didn't hear anything that was worth submitting and she couldn't think of anything funny that would be fun to submit, but what Santana said was super funny. She watched Santana with anticipation and held back laughter as she looked at her phone. Her jaw dropped slightly and she scoffed. “Thirsty? Me? No way. I'm never thirsty. Just a little parched.” She grinned. God this was so much fun. She was so glad for all the little things that happened to get Santana here with her tonight.
“Parched is worse than thirsty!” Santana couldn't take Vi seriously like this. She just kept laughing. “So are you just parched because of the fact that you're not getting laid because that's easily fixed.” She raised an eyebrow with her question.
“It is??” Vi asked, eyes wide, and then she laughed. She really hadn't a clue. “Then what's a word for like… you could drink but you're good not to, too?” She had no idea of there even was a word for it. And then she was into territory with Santana that she was very uncertain about. “No, no, no, just barely needing a drink. Yeah. That's me right now. Totally. Fine.” She was trying to play real cool right now. God this was scary and thrilling and fun.
Santana shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m not a walking thesaurus. I don’t want to have to be on my brain game while I’m not at work.” She needed another beer, but she didn’t want to just up and move, especially when she felt they might be getting to the heart of whatever was going on with them. “But...if the drink was being offered, you’d take a sip is what you’re saying? Any drink or just one in particular?” She wasn’t usually one for speaking in metaphors when it came to situations like this, but she couldn’t bring herself to just be straight up either. She didn’t want to look like she was the thirsty one.
Vi laughed again. She kept laughing a lot, she felt like, but Santana was funny. She liked that about her a lot. Funny but in a sarcastic way, too, and Vi certainly wasn't much like that herself. “I'll try to look it up later.” Vi tended to have to look up things quite a bit. It took her a moment to understand what Santana was saying but when she did, she realized they were going /there/. She placed the tip of her tongue just between her front teeth and pressed on it as she thought over the question, figuring out how she wanted to answer. “One particular. No other drinks will work.” And then she went to sip her beer only to find her cup was empty. Damn.
Her stomach immediately bottomed out at Vi’s answer, and Santana was a little surprised despite having had the suspicions for weeks. It was just there out there, and now everything was on her. Was she going to take it or leave it? She had to make a decision and she just wasn’t sure what the right one was. She cleared her throat and looked around for a moment, though the smile never faltered from her lips. “Good to know.” There. She’d bought herself sometime. “I will definitely keep that in mind.” She took a deep breath and decided to be a little honest. “I’ll be real and say, I’m not saying no. I’m just not saying yes...yet. I...we haven’t exactly been in this situation before.”
Vi stared at Santana for a moment, not even sure she heard her right. She didn't say no! And sure, it wasn't a yes but it wasn't an immediate flat out refusal and that put a flutter of hope in Vi’s chest. Sure, it could not happen anyway but at least there was a chance, and Vi was pretty good with chances. She nodded along with Santana words. “Yeah, no, I totally know,” Vi replied and ran a hand through her hair. “I wasn't even sure, you know, about ever sort of, saying or… hinting at? anything like this because, you know, of complications that could… come up.” She wasn't sure if that made sense but she hoped Santana could sort through it. Her drunk mind was not keeping up with the sober thoughts Vi had when she thought about potentially having something with Santana.
It was Santana’s turn to nod. “No, that was a good instinct. I’m not usually one for complications. But we’ve spent time together outside of work, and you did spend the holidays with my family. Which is, in retrospect, a little weirder than I was admitting, but it didn’t feel like it at the time. But you weren’t all over the teachers’ lounge with it, and I appreciate that.” She shrugged it off. “I mean...I kind of had an idea, but you never said anything so I just didn’t think anymore about it. So now I will, especially since I know you know why it would be complicated.”
“Yeah. Yeah, it was fun to go with your family, I mean, with you to your family,” Vi replied and licked her lips. She was having a lot of feelings right now and she was glad the alcohol was toning her down a little bit. She nodded. “I didn't, um, I didn't honestly think you'd go for it. Not because of like complications but because of me so there was like… two things that kinda made me like pause it. But yeah I totally want you to think about it. And then just… let me know.” Now she had this coy smile. She drew in a breath. “You want a drink or anything? Another one? Now?” Because Vi wanted more beer. Or alcohol. Just something.
Santana wanted to address the part about her not going for it because it was Vi, but she wasn’t here to stroke egos. So she said nothing. Plus she’d already said she wasn’t opposed so that was definitely enough validation. “I am thinking about it,” Santana replied, her gaze flickering to Vi’s lips. She forced them away and looked around again. “Yes, I want another beer...maybe a shot,” she joked.
Santana was thinking about it. Santana was thinking about dating her. Vi was still having trouble wrapping her mind around it. But Brody had been right. Hinting at it, outright saying it, but maybe not so outright, but it had worked. Santana knew now and she was thinking about it. This was one of the best nights of Vi’s life. She grinned at that. “I can make you a shot. An awesome shot. Hold on.” Vi didn’t bartend or anything, nor even pretend to, but she liked to play around and make drinks and shots that tasted good. She set out making a shot with coconut and dark rum, then some pineapple juice and a dash of cinnamon, which took a minute to find as she rummaged around in the cabinets in the kitchen. Finally, she returned with the two shots and handed one to Santana. “Here you go!” She smiled.
Santana watched Vi moving around the kitchen, fixing her a drink. Now that she was alone for the moment, she took the opportunity to check the other woman out. Vi wasn't, at all, her type, but Santana thought she was cute. Her body seemed decent from what little she could remember of it in passing. She was curvy, and Santana wasn't opposed to that. She didn't have much of an ass, but she had nice sized tits. So that was a plus. Overall, if she was a decent kisser, Santana would be down for a roll around. She averted her attention when Vi came sauntering back, shot in hand. It smelled like cinnamon and looked a little brown. Her nose wrinkled and she looked at her...friend? Maybe… Vi had been around more than most of Santana's actual friends. So she probably deserved a promotion from coworker. “What is it?”
“A shot!” Vi answered and then laughed because she thought she was pretty funny. “Um, there’s rum in it and... stuff. You’ll like it! I’ve made it before. It’s good. Promise. Oh! To the New Year.” Vi held up her shot so they could toast because she thought that toasting to the New Year was a great idea. And then her gaze went to Santana’s lips a moment before she met her eye again.
Santana was dubious, but alcohol was alcohol. She lifted the shot glass and clinked it against Vi’s before she drank it down, hissing at the burns. It was strong, and it tasted weird but not bad. It was actually surprisingly good. “That was a decent shot,” she complimented.
“Thank you!” Vi was pleased with that. She would take that. “I just like to play around.” She set the little shot cup down. Now what? She actually didn’t know. Should they hang out somewhere and chat? Or would Santana rather go hang with her friends instead? “So, uh, you gonna be hanging around a while then or…?”
“Am I going to be hanging around where?” Santana’s brow furrowed. Maybe Vi was drunker than she thought because she couldn’t figure out where Vi was referring to. “Like at the party? I just got here.” She laughed lightly.
“Oh yeah, that’s what I meant, here,” Vi replied. “I didn’t know if you were just poppin’ in and out, you know?” She smiled at Santana. Damn, she was so beautiful. “So uh, you wanna go check out the bonfire for a bit? I know it’s cold but it’s great by the fire and we can take some beers and chill or… yeah.” She could really get used to this hanging out with Santana thing.
Santana supposed that if she was going to actually consider seeing where things went with Vi then she should probably spend some time with her. “Yeah, we can head out to the fire. I've got some time before my friends send out a search party.” She offered the other woman a genuine smile.
Vi laughed lightly at that. “Okay good, ‘cause I wouldn’t want them out for my arrest or anything,” she joked back. She grabbed them each a bottle of beer from the fridge and handed one to Santana before she led the way toward the dining room, where the door led out to the yard. That’s when she saw it, the mistletoe, hanging in the doorway between the kitchen and living room. She passed through and then stopped to face Santana.
The smirk on her face was wicked as she blocked the doorway and then, once Santana was near to her, she leaned up as she tugged her down just a little with her free hand and went in for a kiss. It was bold and firm and her lips parted just enough to latch Santana’s bottom lip gently and she worked it slightly between her own lips.
It took a moment for Santana's brain to catch up with what was happening. They'd been heading outside, and then suddenly Vi’s lips were in hers. She kissed back for a moment partly because of reflex and partly because she really liked that Vi had just gone for it.
Santana didn’t immediately pull away and Vi thought that was a total win. But then the sober part of her mind was starting to kick in, asking her what the hell she was doing. She didn’t want to give in, but she had to, so she sucked just slightly on Santana’s bottom lip before she pulled away. She felt a breathless and her grin returned. She released Santana and pointed up. “Mistletoe!” she said and burst out laughing.
Feeling a little dazed when the kiss was broken, Santana frowned in confusion. “What?” She looked up to where Vi pointed and tried to figure out what she was looking at. “Oh..” Her lips bowed into a grin, and she shook her head. “I guess I'm going to have to watch where I step next time. Though...that was nice.”
“Yes, you prolly should, I’ll get you every time,” Vi teased with a slight slur to her words. Damn, she wished she was less drunk for this right here. She licked her lips and nodded. “Really nice. You have very nice lips. Not that I’ve, like… stared at them or something sometimes.” Well. That just gave that all away. “Anyway, fire.” She smirked again. Damn, she wanted to kiss her once more. She took a quick sip from her beer instead.
Santana could only stare as Vi spoke, her eyebrow arching as the other woman started on her lips. Her lips quirked, and she glanced up again. Leaning in, Santana kissed Vi again, but this time, she took control. She pressed her against the wall and slanted her mouth over the other’s, kissing her deeply. Then just as quickly she’d done it. She pulled away, grinning smugly. “Yes, let’s get outside to that fire.”
Vi was taken by surprise when Santana kissed her and it really did her in. Being pushed back against the wall like that with that kiss… completely turned her on. She hummed softly and let out a breath once Santana had broken the kiss. Wow, she could do that forever. She licked her lips again and nodded, a lot. “Yeah. Fire. Yes.” She grinned then laughed lightly and got the door for Santana before heading over to the bonfire with her.
Laughing in return, Santana didn’t bother to comment. She just followed Vi out to the fire.