A/N: One-shot Brittana. Any errors are my own, also I do not own Glee nor any of it's characters. Enjoy!
"Come on, you cannot seriously be this stubborn?" I asked flabbergasted at just how ridiculous Santana was being.
She sat on the couch across from me with her arms folded with a small smirk crossing her face. We have been arguing for an hour over who will sleep on the couch in my apartment. I told her anytime she comes over she gets to sleep in my bed because the couch sucks and no guest should have to sleep there. But she refuses to kick me out of my bed.
We have only been friends now for about four months. I've taken a number of classes with her over the course of two years, but never bothered to talk to her because I thought she was too cool for me. Ironically she felt the same about me. We really connected when we both took a travel course for two weeks. After we returned to the states, we became inseparable.
We have connected on a number of levels and it's crazy to think we have developed such a deep friendship so quickly. It is odd some days to think I have become best friends with Santana Lopez, but it's amazing. If someone told me I would be hanging out this much with her two years ago, I would have laugh hysterically in their face.
"I told you, it's your bed. I can even sleep on the floor!" Santana exclaimed stubbornly.
"Quit it. Just sleep in my bed. My house, my rules." I argue back, laughing at how silly this has become.
That's the wonderful thing about Santana. She always is willing to give, give, and give. She is just plainly a giver and so caring towards everyone in her life. She has different ways of showing it, but regardless she is indescribably incredible.
"Okay we need to find a resolution to this." She giggled, lying back on the couch, stretching her feet towards me.
I simply reached out and started rubbing her feet. Massaging the pads and pressure points of her feet. In the short months that we've known each other, we are totally comfortable with close contact. Actually, come to think of it we always seek out being close to one another, whether intentional or not.
Simple things like having tickle wars, poking one another randomly, and sitting close when studying for classes.. In my mind it's a normal friend thing to do. We hold a very platonic friendship. Sure I've had a few of my friends say something about it, but I kinda just shake it off. Every friendship is different, ours is just physically closer than others.
"Let's do this." I say sitting up straight. "Let's compromise on sharing my bed. I know it's a twin, but I sleep like a rock and don't ever move. I mean we have shared a small mattress before when we made that road trip to Seattle with Dan and Jacob." I suggest.
She sits up and crosses her legs again. My hands are lying in front of me and she inches her fingers forward and wrap them around mine, playing with my hands and fingers. She dances around my palms with her fingers and then traces each finger one at a time and then repeats the slow motions over again.
"Are you sure? I don't want to give you a bad night sleep, you've got an early day tomorrow." She says slightly squeezing my pinky with hers, looking up for a moment.
I can't contain the smile that spreads across my lips. I find it sweet that she knows my work schedule and is considerate enough to try and give me a goodnight sleep, but I know that she's got a long day tomorrow as well.
"No, seriously don't worry about it, it's totally good." I reassure her.
"Cool. Can I borrow some pjs? I'll just text my mom and let her know I am not coming home." She says reaching for her phone.
Santana is a transfer student and commutes to school, living at home with her parents. She is about forty-five minutes from home and it's currently one in the morning. I've already told her how much I hate when she drives late at night. It makes complete sense for her to stay the night when it gets too late. We generally start off studying and then wander into conversation that generally leads into the early mornings. We try and keep those days to a minimum during the school week at least.
"Yeah sure. I'll grab them for ya." I reply getting off the couch and bopping her on the nose.
I walked into my room and grabbed the sweats I know she likes to borrow and the comfiest of all my t-shirts. I laid them out on my bed neatly as I walked to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. I glanced in the mirror and saw Santana close my bedroom door quietly before changing.
I couldn't place my finger on it, but I began to feel a nervous excitement crashing over my body due to the fact we'd be sharing my bed. I think more nervous than anything, but there wasn't any reason to be. I know that Santana and I are close and I know she can make my day more lively and special, but it's only because it's still a new friendship and is exciting. It's surreal how great the friendship is.
Plus what's not to like about her? She is caring, kind, beautiful, smart, and funny. She's like a superwoman wrapped up into a college student's body, but without super powers. I rinsed the toothpaste out of my mouth and pulled myself out of my thoughts.
I turned out the lights and walked to my room, taking a deep breath just before reaching for the handle and opening the door. Santana stood near the wall by the outlet, using her phone that was currently being charged. I slowly closed the door and smiled at her when she looked up.
"What time should an alarm be set for?" She asked almost timidly.
"I think seven or eight is fine." I say, jumping up onto my raised bed.
She finished setting her alarm and walked towards the bed, staring at how she was going to get up. She pulled my desk chair out and used that as a stepping stool and then plopped onto the mattress. I had scooted all the way to the edge of the bed where it met with the wall. It was a concrete wall so it had a bit of a chill, cooling my already warm skin.
"How on earth do you manage to get into your bed each night?" Santana asked curiously, chuckling at how high it was for her.
"I don't have short people problems like you do." I retort, lifting the blankets for her.
"You know you're only a few inches taller than me, not all that much."
"Yeah, but it always seems like a lot more in my head." I smile back, turning on my side to face her.
"Well I'll have you know I don't think of myself as short, but equivalent to your height." She replied, also turning on her side.
We fell into a comfortable silence after that and then it seemed like every small movement could be heard. Her breathing was light and slow and our fingers were barely grazing each other. I closed my eyes and tried not to think too much on the fact we were so close. I took a deep breath through my nose and let it out, feeling very relaxed.
I felt a gentle brush against my fingers and felt her hand move over the top of mine, gingerly tickling my hand and wrist. Nothing was said, but she continued to do that and pulled at the side of my hand. Without resisting I flipped my hand over and she traced the lines on my palm and played with my fingers.
My stomach filled with unsettling butteries, fluttering wildly with each small stroke she gave. It was a simple action, almost nonexistent. Her fingers ghosting over my skin and tickling me as I became more and more relaxed, but it left my chest feeling warm and my body tingling with excitement. I felt so happy I had to be docile before my heart exploded with joy.
I just let it happen. I enjoyed the careful touches she administered with ease. My body melted further and further into my bed, I felt like there was so much being spoken with no words. It felt heavy in my room. We never talked about the fact we are always so physically close. I have wanted to a million times, but then thought, if there is nothing wrong with it, why bring it up?
I could feel the left side of my body becoming stiff from lying in this position for too long, but I couldn't bring myself to switch over to my other side or even on my back because I didn't want the soft touches to stop. I wouldn't be able to indulge in her fingers glazing over my skin and leaving cool tingles.
I tried for the next hour not to squirm so much with how uncomfortable I was, but it was becoming unbearable and finally I needed to move. I reluctantly pulled away and lied on my right side facing the wall. I heard Santana move a little bit and settle and I didn't want her to think I hadn't enjoyed the tender touches.
It was only a few minutes later that I felt the mattress move a bit and then felt her close to me, closer than before. She curled up against my back and placed one hand on my shoulder blades, close to her chest and used my back nearly as a pillow, leaning against me. I felt my face erupt in a giant smile and heat up. The butterflies were back and beating erratically again. I leaned back a bit and could feel her hand sprawl out on my back and curl around my t-shirt. She was warm and comfortable and so was I.
It didn't take long for me to drift to sleep with her next to me. I could hear her breathing change as she too started to drift to sleep.
I slowly and groggily awoke from a dream feeling confused with what was in my bed. I had nearly forgotten Santana was there until I felt a small pressure on my side and glanced down to see her arm rest there, nearly holding me. I felt my heart jump at the thought that she was bold enough to hold me, or maybe she was just a cuddler in her sleep. Regardless, I became giddy with sheer joy and did my best not to move too much. She was still sound asleep and I carefully reached my left arm over hers and began to tickle her the same way she did earlier.
I looked behind me to see out the window and guess what time it was. It couldn't have been early, the sun wasn't even up yet. I closed my eyes again and just tickled her arm for a while, content with how comfortable this was. It seemed almost like it wasn't happening because of how happy I felt.
I mean I know her and I are friends, but we have never explicated said anything about romances, even about boyfriends. The topic is always just skipped over in conversations. I would like to think she maybe likes me in that way, but this is also a platonic friendship and friends do this right? Cuddle with each other intimately?
I may be in denial over the fact I may like her more than a friend, but what if we do admit it to each other and it changes everything for the worse? Or even for the better? I am too scared to try and bring up this odd need to be close to one another in fear it would change. I think I will just wait until she can bring it up, that way I don't feel crazy for being over analytic or exaggerated.
I hear Santana wake up slightly and feel her arm flex and wrap securely around my waist. I hold my breath while she moves to get comfortable and when she finally does she is pressed up against my back and her arm locked securely around me. I release my breath and melt in her arms, more than happy to fall asleep again like this.
I love having sleepovers, I think before snuggling down and begin dreaming about what the future holds for us.
A/N: Hope you liked it :) I loved writing it.