Brittany and Santana were sprawled out in Santana's oversized bed, watching Stick It in the dark. The Latina had rolled away from the television a while ago, claiming she was tired and the movie was hurting her eyes. In reality, she was watching Brittany. Santana loved how her friend's face lit up every time they did an interesting gymnastics move or made some joke the blonde had to have explained to her.
Brittany had slowly moved closer to Santana throughout the movie, and they were practically on top of one another. Brittany nuzzled her nose against the sensitive skin of Santana's neck in content comfort. She stopped paying attention to the movie and focused on the sound of Santana's breathing. In, out. In, out. Brittany began breathing in time with her like it was only natural. The sounds absorbed all of her attention, until suddenly her friend was rolling away from her.
"Santana, where are you going?" Brittany's lip jutted out in a pout as the warmth she had felt began to leave.
"I'm just turning the TV off, Brit. The movie's been over for a while now."
"Really?" Brittany looked back at the screen, and sure enough the DVD had returned to the main menu. "Oh. I hadn't noticed." She laid back down and scooted her body up so her head could rest on the pillow.
Santana climbed into bed next to her, pulling the covers over them. Despite the large space, the girls' bodies were extremely close. It would have been uncomfortable if they hadn't been such good friends. Brittany wiggled around, trying to get closer, and ended up rolling over to face Santana. She hadn't realized how close they actually were until their noses brushed.
"Sorry," Brittany said shyly. She tried to move away, but Santana had snaked one of her arms over Brittany's side and was holding her in place.
"It's okay," Santana said with a shaky laugh. Brittany gave the other girl a smile and rested her head in the crook of Santana's neck. Something was off about Santana's breathing; it seemed to skip around now, no longer following a steady pattern. In in out. Out in out out. At one point, Santana even held her breath for what seemed like years before releasing it with a quivering gasp.
"Are you okay?"
No, I'm not okay, she thought desperately. My heart is skipping beats and I can't catch my breath and it's all because of you. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just... fighting a cough."
"Oh. Okay." Brittany didn't know why that answer made her sad. She could've sworn it had something to do with the pounding she could hear in Santana's chest.
They stayed like that, Brittany resting against her best friend while Santana held her and fought to gain some control. No matter how long they stayed that way, neither one could sleep. Santana even gave Brittany a little shake to see if she had fallen asleep yet. Brittany moved to look Santana in the eyes, and Santana felt her stomach flip-flop when she caught sight of those blue orbs.
They laid their, staring at one another, until Santana made their noses brush again. She moved a little lower to make their lips brush and held hers there, waiting for something to happen. Their lips were touching, even overlapping, but Brittany was frozen in confusion... or maybe fear. Santana truly hoped it wasn't fear. She parted her lips gradually and took Brittany's lower one between her own, moving in a way that came natural to her at this point. Brittany seemed to understand bit by bit what was happening. She started to kiss back, and it was slow and perfectand Brittany tasted like strawberries and sweets. Santana had never kissed softer lips, and she didn't think she could ever kiss anything different.
Brittany's heart was pounding, but not from fear. She was surprised, but it was a good surprise, one that felt right in that completely unbelievable, unexplainable way. As she got over the shock her hand moved up to cup Santana's tanned cheek. She tasted like peppermint gum and cinnamon. She was perfect.
They didn't know exactly how long it went on for, or when exactly they stopped. At some point though, Brittany was pulled into the tightest embrace of her life and Santana let out a sad sigh against her ear. "If you're not okay with this, please just say something," Santana pleaded, kissing the tip of Brittany's nose.
A million thoughts rushed through the blonde's head. What could she say? They were best friends, she never wanted that to end. But that felt really, really good. How could she not be okay with this? Brittany bit her lip and kept her mouth shut.