You knew what you were getting yourself into before you even started. But you couldn't stop yourself, something about those electric eyes, with one look you were a goner. Now you're wondering if she even knows what she's doing to you.
You met her on your second day of class. She came stumbling in to class 15 minutes late with a smirk on her face and an excuse on her tongue. You'd never seen anything more beautiful but you could see the danger in her eyes.
She sat one row below you and 2 seats to the left, and the moment she turned around and caught you staring, you were speechless.
"Hi gorgeous, can I borrow a pen?" she asked around a grin.
"Uh, oh yeah sure" you stuttered out, while digging in your bag.
Ugh, Smooth, Santana. Really smooth.
You handed her the pen and she threw you a wink before turning around in her seat. You spent the rest of the class attempting to pay attention to the professor but mainly trying to subtly watch her from the corner of your eye.
That was 6 months ago. Currently, she's got you pressed against the door of her apartment and you're making obscene noises into her mouth. She got her hand working furiously between your legs and you're starting to feel like you're going to pass out. You come with a scream and your legs give out, leaving her to hold you up with her body pressing you to the door. You're still coming down when it happens, you absolutely don't mean for it to slip out, but it does.
"I love you, Britt" you breathe out.
You can feel her tense up, you're confused for a few seconds before your eyes snap open and you realize what you've said.
"I... I didn't mean.. Britt. I'm sorry, I just…" you try to backtrack.
"Um, yeah I, um, I forgot I need to go to the library for a book, for class. I'll catch up with you later okay?"
She's removing her hand from your pants and avoiding your eyes. You know you've fucked it up. You don't know what the damage from that little slip is going to be but you're pretty sure it's not good. You know that she feels the same way but she refuses to admit it. This was just meant to be fun, neither of you expected feelings to be involved. The last time you brought up dating or feelings, you didn't hear from her for a week.
You feel the tears spring to your eyes and you stifle the sob you want to let out. But you can't let her go without knowing. You can't let her walk away and let her keep dictating the game.
"I did mean it Britt. I love you. We can't keep dancing around this. We're inevitable." You whisper out, pressing a kiss to her cheek as you pass.
She's holding open the door for you when you look up, she still won't meet your eyes and you know that you're going to have to wait for her to work this out for herself. You hope it won't take long.