I was alone in Bobby's room. The others were in the next door in Luke's room, watching the 40-year-old Virgin or some random movie. I just didn't feel like joining them. Although I could pretty much watch anything, the premise of the movie somehow turns me off. Anyway, I wanted to try to at least attempt to gather my scattered thoughts. First of all, I'm in the same house as my boyfriend; well, kind-of-boyfriend; I like you, you like me, let's try this out kinda thing; and we're sleeping over at Georgia's house who also happens to be Bobby's and Luke's youngest sister. A bunch of guys are sleeping over at Luke's and a few girls in Bobby's; because he's out of town and has a cool room that happens to be linked through a shared toilet to Luke's, therefore: WIN. But the boys were making hoots and noises there and somehow I just didn't want to be around them for the moment.

As much as I want to be around Sam and hang out with the guy who adores me, I felt like my mind is somewhere else. Just then I notice his sister fast asleep on Bobby's bed. I envied how peaceful she looked as she was sleeping. What I would give to be as peaceful. I began to notice how alike they look yet so different appear to be. Although he's (almost) perfect and is the cute, playful boy around me, I observed these past few days how Sam could be mean and rude to his own sister. Although I don't really know her as well as I do him, she seems like a soft-spoken, innocent, happy-go-lucky girl. I felt a little protective of her from those moments onwards, (even when she's just a year younger than me, two years younger than Sam) like reprimanding him-although in a playful scold way-for any instances of him shouting or treating her badly. It works most of the time and somehow I feel like his little sister somehow looked up to me or something from then onwards. Like she'd call my name, "Santana!" whenever she sees me near, or hugs me out of nowhere. Yet somehow I quite like this newfound attention from someone younger than me, as if I'm finally doing something right. Whenever I doubt how she possibly couldn't look up to me, I'd be reminded of the times when she'd call me "SIL!", an acronym of Sister-In-Law. Yes, I'm still young and not planning to get married anytime soon but it's still very endearing. She would tell me of how Sam actually is becoming a better, nicer person ever since we started "dating" and how she thinks he's so lucky to have me. She even told me of how their mom is happy that he's being nice and therefore self-proclaims that their mom is supportive of our relationship. Funny girl.

As I began to think of these things, I sighed due to how much pressure that actually puts on me, although unintentionally. I sat down on the small portion of the bed at the top of the bed where she isn't lying on and started to stare into nothing. Shaking my thoughts away, I tried to focus on something else. Just then, I felt the bed move. Seconds later, I felt warm arms starting to circle on my waist. I began to hear incoherent mumbles from behind me and then I started to make out the words.

"San..ta..naaa..."

My name? Why was she calling my name? Did she wake because of me? Just then, her hands began to inch lower and lower. My instincts went on overdrive and I immediately turned around to see if she was awake or not. She wasn't. I started to whisper her name to try to wake her up gently, all the while still trapped under her hold. My whispers began to grow increasingly louder until I saw her eyelids fluttering open slightly. She opened her eyes slowly and gave me such a sweet smile as she looked at me that I couldn't help but smile back at such an endearing sight.

"Santana." I wanted to pinch her cheeks.

Cut from the brief trance I was in, I felt her begin to pull me down lower closer to her level and I started to become confused at what was happening. Just as I was beginning to think of response to this under my panicked thoughts, she hugged me as tight as she could and then wrapped her legs around my body, as if she were afraid that I was going to run away anytime soon.

Momentarily, I grinned at how adorable her actions were but it faded almost instantly when I realised that under the blanket, she wasn't wearing any pants. And that her underwear was bunched up in a corner nearby. I felt super uncomfortable and wondered if I should fight her away due to the inappropriateness of how the situation transpired. But she held a death grip and I could tell that she wasn't fully awake yet.

Moments passed by as I pondered on what I should do. Eventually I grew drowsy and even heard next door shouting "next movie! Superbad! WEEEE!". I finally gave up the whole opposition strategy I was planning and just decided to pass out in this awkward yet somewhat amusing embrace. Just as my eyes closed, I began to feel something touching my vagina.

My eyes shot up immediately and squealed, "Brittany!"


The end?

To be continued?

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