"Lord Tubbington, no! Get – off!"
I giggled watching Brittany lift the giant cat off of her laptop and onto the floor. I've never seen a cat that big before in my life, but never mentioned that to Brittany (it might hurt her feelings).
Lord Tubbington blinked up at us from his new spot on the floor. Brittany shooed him out of her room and he wobbled out, his tail twitching.
"Sorry, San," Brittany sighed, climbing back onto her bed where I waited patiently with the laptop still open. "I told him to stop sneaking into my room like that – ever since he found out where my diary was hidden."
Smiling, I scooted over and made room for the blonde. "C'mon, enough of this," I closed the laptop that had multiple tabs open of YouTube clips. We were searching for a duet to sing together for Glee Club. I set the still-warm computer at the edge of her bed. "Let's go get some ice cream."
"But it's 9:30 at night. Eating after six is bad for you."
"Who cares, Britt? I'm in the mood for something sweet and the time of day is not going to stop me."
"What about Coach Sylvester?" Brittany retorted. "She wouldn't be too happy about not following the diets she planned for us."
"Brittany," I said, looking straight into her big blue eyes, "I'm Santana Lopez and no psycho cheerleading coach is going to stop me from getting what I want."
She blinked, knowing I meant a lot more than just getting ice cream. Leaning in, Brittany locked her lips with mine ever so gently, and kissed them.
"Okay, let's go," She whispered into my mouth.
"Hold on," I replied and kissed her again, holding onto the small of her back. These little moments with Brittany always brought me back to why I loved her so much. She wanted the best for me, even if that meant sacrificing a late night run for ice cream when your cheerleading coach would make you run extra laps after practice. But also how she was the best girlfriend in Lima, Ohio. "I think that ice cream can wait bit."
Brittany smiled into my mouth and pushed me onto my back, not letting our lips part. She ran her hands over my stomach and eventually made her way up to my breasts as I ran my fingers through her long, beautiful hair, kissing her more passionately. She took the hint and then lifted off my shirt and unhooked my bra, tossing them aside.
She stared only for a second before leaning down to kiss my bare chest while my own hands traveled down her back until I found the edge of her shirt and pulled it over her head, unhooked her lacy pink bra, and tossed them by mine laying on her floor.
Without speaking, she tickled her fingers down my midline and slowly undid the buttons on my jean shorts and pulled them and my panties off simultaneously.
As I lay there completely naked and kissing her, I felt her long fingers make their way inside of me. I arched my back, feeling chills run through my entire body and ecstasy filled the air. Brittany rubbed her thumb on me and then curled her fingers, making them hit the spot she knew I loved. My body reacted and I held onto her as I gasped.
She stayed there only a little longer before slowly pulling out and then laying on her side next to me. I rolled over to face her, stared into her eyes, ran my finger along her jaw bone, and whispered, "Your turn, babe?"
"No," she whispered back. "That was for you. I'm fine"
I smiled and kissed her softly. Even though I wanted to be inside her, if Brittany said she was fine, I was going to listen because she was being honest. "I love you, Britt."
"I love you too, San."
After re-clothing ourselves and brushing our hair, I grabbed my keys in one hand, and Brittany's hand in the other. We ran out of her house, almost racing each other to my car, but never letting go of each other until we made it. I opened the passenger side door and ushered her into the car just as a proper date should behave.
It was a beautiful spring night – it almost felt like summer – so we rolled down the windows as we drove and let the breeze run through our hair. Breathing in the fresh air, I sighed happily and turned on the radio. I didn't turn the volume up too high, because that's the way Brittany liked it – just quiet background music so we could still talk. And anything Brittany wanted, Brittany got.
As we drove through the small downtown of Lima, Brittany stuck her hand out the window and said, "Look, San, I'm a dolphin!"
I looked over at her and laughed. She was utterly fascinated by the way her hand could move in the wind like a dolphin jumping over the ocean's waves. I felt so in love just watching her at that moment that I didn't notice the red light that was ahead.
The last thing I remembered was a horn blasting, Brittany's reaction, and her blood-curling cry when she saw the truck coming right at her.
