Author's notes: This was kind of written in a spur of the moment and I am still not sure whether I will continue to right more or not. Let me know what you think, either way. If you like it, I might just continue. (: Enjoy!
"So, what can I do for you?"
Brittany Peirce twirled her finger around her silky blonde ponytail absent-mindedly. Why had she come here again? She couldn't quite remember. She could never really remember things this time of day. Brittany was always forgetting important things at the worst times.
"I'm afraid I am going to have to send you back to class if you have no reason to be here." Ms. Pilsbury said, straightening a stapler on her desk. She was starting to feel a little uneasy about the way Brittany was starring at her.
After a rather long, and slightly awkward silence, Brittany stood and smoothed out her Cheerios uniform. "I don't remember why I came here..." She said in her usual airy, dream like voice. The one that made her sound so confused it almost hurt.
"Oh, okay. Well, have a good day." Ms. Pilsbury gave a polite smile as she folded her hands on her desk neatly.
Without another word, the cheerleader turned on her heels and left the Guidance office. The halls of McKinley high school were all but deserted, given the fact that it was second period and most of the students were in class. Brittany headed towards her locker, humming the latest Ke$ha song to herself.
"Hey, Brit-Brit."
Suddenly, as if someone hit her in the face with a rubber mallet, Brittany remembered exactly what it was that she needed guidance for...
Santana Lopez strut down the hall towards her, one hand on her hip. "History was a total bore, so I bailed. What do you say we head for lunch early, find something better to do?"
Brittany smiled, letting her mind wander on all the sexy things 'something better to do' could lead to. There was nothing she loved more then getting her cuddle on with Santana, but lately their make-out sessions had been getting closer to, well, sex and that confused Brittany. That's what she wanted talk to Ms. Pilsbury about.
Now, it's not because she was a virgin. That was hardly the case. Brittany had pretty much done it all. Let your mind wander, yeah, she's probably done it. What concerned Brittany now is that she had never done it with feelings. Ever. And she figured that maybe the guidance counsellor could help her out with that. Because she...
Santana cleared her throat, snapping Brittany from her daydream, and crossed her arms over her chest. "What do you say, then?"
Brittany sighed and became fasinated with a loose thread on her Cheerios skirt, tugging at it lightly. It bothered Brittany that they could do what they do in private, never get to tell anyone, and Santana would go on acting like it's nothing. Like it means nothing. But what was Brittany to do, other then just go along with it? "Do you really have to ask?" She smiled brightly, offering her pinky finger to her best friend.