Big blue eyes stared up at me from the edge of my bed, the blank look in them was one I had grown used to after 10 years.

Britney's legs swung back and forth as she waited patiently for me to begin our lessons, her hands were gripping the edge of the bed tightly.

I stared down at her, a serious look on my face. It was the one that told her to pay very close attention because the topic was serious.

Brit is my BFFL but the girl's got the mindset of a toddler like 80% of the time so it makes having serious conversations like this one a challenge.
Seriously, if it wasn't for the fact that kids gross me the fuck out, I would make a hell of a teacher. A super fine, smoking hot teacher like in those pornos Puck keeps in the back of his closet.
Then again maybe my patience comes from the fact that I've known her like more than half my life, I've had to adjust the way I talk to her and find different ways to get my points across to her.
It wasn't any easy shit either but I've trained B to recognize my moods and the facial expressions I make when I'm talking, certain looks are reserved especially for her.
My "serious talk" face means pay attention, don't forget what I'm saying, and DONT talk about ducks.

Tonight is important, tonight our lives and our relationship is going to change but I'm okay with it as long as I can make sure that she understands what it means and what it absolutely does NOT mean.

"B, tell me the first rule of lady kisses."

She nods enthusiastically, "The first rule of lady kisses is DONT TALK ABOUT LADY KISSES."

I forced myself to keep a straight face, "Good, and what's the second rule of lady kisses?" I asked her, still serious.

She frowned, "Um..."

For fucks sakes, we had just gone over this not even 5 minutes ago. Only for B, would I spend 3 hours going over this stuff. Seriously, the amount of preparation I've done is bordering on Rachel Berry levels of freaky.

"Oh!" Brit's face lit up, "The second rule of lady kisses is DON'T TALK ABOUT LADY KISSES!" she smiles triumphantly at remembering, believe it or not, it's truly a feat for her.

I finally allow myself to smile a little as a reward to her, and yes, a Santana Lopez smile IS a fucking reward. "Good job, B. Now Im going to get in the bed but before anything I want you to tell me the rules again."

I walk to the side of my bed and scootch to the middle so that I'm laying behind her.

She stands up and calls out to me, "S? When do we get to have sexy times?"

I sigh "Not until you've learned the rules of lady kisses B."

She turned around to face me, "But I remembered them already."

"Okay, then tell me."

Britney crawls up the bed and straddles my thighs, "The first rule of lady kisses is DON'T TALK ABOUT LADY KISSES."

I don't say anything as she moves her ass further up and straddles my waist, "Second rule of lady kisses is DON'T TALK ABOUT LADY KISSES."

Finally! I grab her head and pull her down against me for a kiss that quickly becomes heated. Britney is rocking against me and making all these hot girly moans that I almost decide to go for the home run. I stop her as a hand starts sliding towards the waistband of my jeans, "We have to stop B, we can only do lady kisses until you learn the rules of sexy times."

B pulls back from nibbling on my neck, a confused look on her face, "But I thought I did? Isn't the first rule of sexy times DONT TALK ABOUT SEXY TIMES?"

Okay, so the girl is slow but obviously she catches on pretty quick when she really really wants to. I don't say anything while I roll us so that I'm on top. B giggles and I don't bother containing my smile as my hand slides up under her Cheerios uniform and she arches her back, moaning hotly.
Who says that Fight Club isn't an educational movie? Personally, it's my favorite movie of all time.