A/N- So I couldn't get this song stuck out of my head and for some reason it just reminds me of Brittana thus voila!

Disclaimer- I don't own the characters just their thoughts and actions. Credit to Lorrie Morgan for "Something in Red"

I'm looking for something in red
Something that's shocking to turn someone's head
Strapless and sequined and cut down to there
Stockings and garters and lace underwear
The guaranteed number to knock a girl dead
I'm looking for something in red

We had been best friends from the day that we met. The kind of friends where you smile at each other, no words or introductions are needed, you just know that this person is going to be an important in your life. That's how it was for us.

I didn't even realize anything had changed until we entered high school as freshmen. We were so close, always touching each other whether it be through linked pinkies or interlocked arms, but I figured that's what everyone did with their best friend. I always felt so drawn to her, ever since the first time I locked eyes with her across the classroom. Who wouldn't want to always be around the only person that really understands you?

We were each other's first kiss. It really wasn't a big deal, mostly just done out of curiosity. We both wanted to know what it would feel like and who better to share that experience with than the person you trust the most. It was barely more than the softest brush of her lips against mine, but it sent a shiver down my back and I knew. I didn't need to kiss anyone else because I would never want to taste anyone's lips besides hers. She opened her eyes revealing that liquid blue I could drown in, then let out a soft giggle before curling up against my side and returning her attention to the movie we had been watching in her room. No amount of acetone could have wiped the smile off my face that night.

After our first kiss came many more. Practice is what we called it. So we would be prepared for when we got boyfriends. I never told her that I didn't want a boyfriend, why would I want to kiss a boy when I could kiss her? I didn't want to freak her out by telling her that so I took what I was given and never complained when practicing became a daily ritual for us. By the time sophomore year rolled around, I'd say we both had become pros. We had even progressed from kissing to some touching and looking, but never more than that and always just for practice. But after a year of practicing I wanted to play the real game.

We lived in Lima, Ohio so taking a girl out on a formal date just wasn't an option. I'd seen how people treated Kurt over the years and there was no way I would put her through that. But I had to take action to get her attention, to show her that whatever it was we were doing meant something to me. I wasn't sure what exactly it meant, but I knew it more than just experimental curiosity. I counted down the hours until we were alone in one of our rooms and I could taste her skin on my lips. Maybe whatever these feelings were couldn't be defined, not that I wanted them to, but I couldn't keep pretending that they weren't there and I honestly didn't want to either. She had already asked me to go to Homecoming with her (as friends of course) this way we could dance together and make all the boys crazy. Dancing was her thing and I never passed up an opportunity to spend time with her, so a yes escaped my mouth before she had even finished asking the question. I knew this would be my best chance to drop the "as friends" part of the date and hopefully open her eyes.

She was a little bummed at first when I told her I wasn't going dress shopping with her. However when I explained I wanted her to be surprised when she first saw me, her cute pout turned into the megawatt smile that I'd come to love. Then she asked what color I was wearing so she could dress accordingly and I told her red.

Red had always looked good on my dark Hispanic skin tone. Everyone knows that red is the most striking color and if I was really wanted to turn her head, I would have to stick to my power color. I took my time getting ready that night making sure everything was perfect; I wanted to make it a night she would never forget. The dress was simple yet sexy, strapless to show off a chest God had granted to give me earlier than some of the other girls in our grade. There was a dense amount sequins at the top that dispersed as they traveled down the dress. It stopped a few inches below my knees showing off a decent amount of leg, and a slit in the side so I'd have room to dance. On my way out of my room I slipped on our best friends bracelet we had gotten in middle school, hoping it would bring me good luck.

I decided to meet her at the school, hoping my slightly late entrance would gain a reaction from her. As I pulled into the parking lot, I picked her out of the crowd in an instant. Her light blonde hair had soft curls in it, I had always loved it when she curled her hair, and she looked stunning in a dark silver dress with a red sash around the waist. It took all my effort to stop staring at her and actually get out of the car before our friends went inside leaving her all alone. I began an agonizingly slow walk towards the group of students keeping her in my sights, but never fully looking at her so we wouldn't accidently make eye contact. When I was half way across the parking lot she diverted her attention away from our friends and scanned the area, presumably for me. I saw her head turn my direction then seemingly through me then continuing on before her neck suddenly stopped. I couldn't help but to smirk as she whipped her head back to where I was walking, now only 20 or so yards away from her, and her mouth was slightly agape. Finally I let myself look into her eyes. They were as soft as they were after that first kiss and I knew that red dress got her attention. When I reached her, she closed her jaw and shock turned to joy as she bared all teeth in her perfect smile. She took my hand in hers and led me into the dance.

We may have made all the boys crazy that night, but we never danced with a single one of them. I took her back to my house afterwards- my parents were gone for the weekend and I had time to set up my room. I didn't have a shit ton of candles or anything cheesy like that, but I did splurge and buy some Egyptian cotton sheets that I had been saving up my allowance for the past month.

She had her mouth attached to mine before we even fully made it into my room and within minutes my dress and lace underwear were scattered on the floor, her clothes mixed in as well. We took time to look at each other, admire and appreciate the other person's body, well at least that's what I did, she just looked like she wanted to ravish me (not that I'm complaining). By the time we finally made it to the bed, we were both breathing heavy, her pupils were dark with lust and I imagine mine were probably the same. But I didn't want to do anything if she wasn't ready for it. As I inched my hand lower down her abdomen, I looked her straight in the eye silently asking if it was okay. She nodded before adding the four words that had been breaking my heart.

"It's just practice right?" My hand froze just below her navel. She had to know how I felt by now; the dress, the dancing, the desperate kissing. I wanted it, no I wanted her. But could I still have her if it wasn't practice? I could easily lie, like I had been ever since the first kiss, but I didn't want her first time to be a lie. It should be perfect and special and real. So I took a deep breath and replied.

"No not practice. Not anymore." I bit my lip as I tried to read her facial expressions. Her brow furrowed and she opened her mouth to speak, but then closed it just as suddenly. She gazed down at my lips before returning it to my eyes and gave a soft smile.

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Yeah." She put her hand on mine and guided it the rest of the way to its destination. It was sloppy and at times awkward, but after we had come down from our highs and she cuddled into my side like she always did, I knew that all of its imperfections is what really made it perfect.

I stroked her hair as her breathing began to slow down against my neck. Leaning just slightly so my mouth was next to her ear I whispered the words without even realizing where they came from but knowing they were without a doubt true.

"I love you Brittany."

She pulled me tighter towards her with the one arm she had wrapped around the waist. There was a ding of metal as her bracelet connected with mine due to the proximity of our hands and I immediately intertwined our fingers.

"I know."

End of Verse 1