Right so, I have no idea why I'm posting this. I wrote this because I was bored. Anyways, here is my first fic in two years (and I will not mention my old ff account because that's beyond embarrassing.)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, or Glee. They belong to Troll!Murphy- I mean, Ryan Murphy and FOX.
It was a rainy day when it happened. Well, nearly happened.
"I love the rain." Finn Hudson smiled enthusiastically, looking up at the sky and letting raindrops fall on his face. Beside him walked Brittany Pierce, who was also smiling, just not as happy as Finn.
"I do too," She agreed, stepping in a puddle. It splashed up her jeans but she didn't care. "Especially with you." She added, looking at Finn. He turned his face down to her.
"Yeah, me too," His trademark crooked smile replaced the happy grin that was there only a few seconds ago. The notably taller boy leant down. This was it, Brittany thought. He was going to kiss her. The blonde stood slightly on her tiptoes even though Finn leant down, there was still a little gap between them.
"Wait," Brittany snapped, breaking the romantic atmosphere between them. "I can't do this. I'm sorry Finn."
Her lips were pursed as she looked up at Finn. His expression was almost unreadable, as if he was numb.
Quickly she turned on her heel and ran quickly the other way. Finn stood there, letting the rain pour on him. He didn't care; the girl he'd really liked had just rejected did his life suck so much?
"San, I can't sleep," Brittany whined as she lay in her pink sleeping bag on the floor. She was having a sleepover with her best friend Santana Lopez. Santana sat up glaring at the blonde. "Try counting sheep."
"I did." Brittany pouted. The Latina rolled her eyes. "Then count all the boys in school you've made out with."
"Okay! Thanks Santana!" Brittany smiled and lay back again. She closed her eyes and began counting all the guys she'd made out with.
Santana felt a shove. "Oh Doctor Howell, I'm sleeping..." She murmured, holding onto her pillow. "Okay but I'm not gonna move, you just do what you want." A small smirk grew on her face.
"Santana!" Brittany yelled, jumping onto the bed.
"What the fuck Britts, I was having an awesome dream." Santana sat up, scowling. It was still dark. Why was Brittany awake? Why was she awake?
"You know how you told me to count how many guys I've made out with?" Santana nodded.
"Well I've made out with every guy in school except one." Brittany paused, clearly making her revelation sound dramatic. "Finn."
Santana raised her eyebrows. "Finn?" She sat up, making herself comfortable. She probably wouldn't be going back to sleep for a while tonight.
The blonde nodded.
"I have a proposition for you, Brittany." The brunette grabbed her nail file and started filing her already perfect nails.
"San, we're not having sex." Brittany frowned, looking straight at Santana. Santana rolled her eyes again.
"Not that." She snapped. "How about we make a deal? I'll buy you a duck if you make out with Finn by graduation."
Brittany froze. She always wanted a pet duck. She could take it for a walk, unlike Lord Tubbington, her obese cat. "Deal."
Santana held out her pinky to make the deal official and Brittany linked hers with it.
This should be fun, Santana thought.
Well.. that really sucked. Idk. Should I continue? Please review. :)