Waking in her bed made me doubt the activities of the previous night. A sleepover? That was new. The last sleepover I'd had was with Quinn when we were 16 and even that night held more action than this one had.
I rolled over fully expecting to see blonde hair on the pillow but was faced with complete nothingness. Still half asleep I looked around the room wondering if I really was in the girl's home or if it had all been just a dream. Finally my gaze reached the door and I saw her laughing at me.
"Do you make a habit of staring at people who you just met...while they're still in bed?"
"Don't be silly, I only do that if they're in my bed. Come on get up, my roommate's been asking about you,"
"Your roommate? I only just woke up," I grunted, rolling over and burying my head into her pillow grumpily.
"Oh so you're not a morning person, I'll add that to the long list of things I now know about you," turning my head to look up at her I watched her butt sashay out of her room. It reminded me of her dancing the previous night around the pole, suddenly I felt I was turned on again. Great, Santana, great.
Reluctantly, I pulled myself out of the bed and looked into the full length mirror she had standing at the bottom of her bed. For once, I didn't look too bad for a morning. Sure my hair could do with a brush pulling through it but even with Brittany's shorts and baggy dance t shirt, I actually looked pretty hot. Smiling at myself, I approached the door with caution.
What would the roommate think about me?
Hang on, since when did I care about what people thought about me. I was Santana freakin' Lopez, people feared me, loved me but never judged me. Even if they did, they'd never let me know. Thinking about that, I walked out of the room to see Brittany cooking something on the hob.
"Hey sleepy," she laughed at me and walked over, handing me a coffee as she went to sit next to her friend on the sofa. For a moment I thought she was going to kiss me, like you see couples do in the movies when one of them wakes up first, shaking my head of the thought, I turned to see her roomate fake checking me out, "Carly, meet Santana. Santana, meet Carly."
"Woah, she is hot," nodded Carly which made me laugh as I sat down on a chair next to where they were sitting, "hi Santana."
"Hey Carly," I greeted and allowed my eyes to travel back to Brittany. I saw her roll her eyes clearly at Carly's comment and I winked to her, causing yet another blush to form. Knowing Brittany had been talking about me made me nervous. Scratch that, everything she did made me nervous.
Sipping the coffee slightly, I felt my body tingle to life, I knew I hadn't drank much the previous night and yet my head felt like it'd been hit with a crow hammer. The liquid travelled down my throat as I sighed into the chair, coffee had always had a weird affect on me.
The fact that I hadn't slept with Brittany the previous night made me slightly confused about what had happened. Of course, I remembered everything but why didn't I just go home after our strange chat about life and everything else I had never discussed with anyone before, let alone a dancer from some club I'd just met. I wondered why I accepted the offer of a sleepover. A flashback came quickly to me.
"So, Santana where'd you grow up?"
"Don't people usually wait until they go on a date before they delve into questions like this?"
"Deflecting the question, it's because you don't like the answer isn't it?"
"Thought you were majoring in Dance, not Psychology."
"I know people."
She knew people? What the fuck was that supposed to mean? I remember laughing at her just to get on with the conversation. I'd told her where I was from, what my family was like, all about Puck and Quinn. Different things, random things, things that didn't really mean all that much but was still a challenge for me to tell her.
The other girl, Carly, clearly had a crush on Brittany. That much was obvious. She didn't think I was hot, well maybe she did (who wouldn't), but really she only had eyes for Brittany. Secretly, that bothered me, I had some strange feelings about Brittany and I didn't want Carly to like her. Even though really she had known her first, it was probably me who shouldn't like Brittany. Like Brittany? I only thought she was hot. Maybe. It was so weird. Another thing that was obvious in their relationship was that Brittany so didn't feel the same way about Carly. That I liked. That I liked very much.
"So have you got any classes today?" Shit.
"Yes, but I've, uhm, missed the beginning of it," Great, now there would be something else I wouldn't understand. Never mind how I was feeling, Brittany's laugh brought me back to the fluttery feeling in my chest.
"Good," she winked at me, "fancy going out somewhere?"
"Sure," I answered shrugging, nonchalantly when really I thought I was going to scream. Was she was asking me out? Hm, maybe she did like me, "but maybe I should get changed first."
"Why? You look cute," Carly's eyes bore into my face while Brittany blatently flirted with me. Another thing I liked, making other people jealous.
"Well, thank you," I snickered, "but I really would prefer to slip into some of my own clothes."
"Sure," she laughed, "meet me at Bridges at 2pm?"
"Meet ya there, Britt," and that's where the nick-name started. I didn't even know why I said it and to be honest, at first I thought it was a little weird, giving someone you barely know a pet name. Nevertheless she replied.
"Can't wait, San."
Walking towards Brittany's bedroom, I felt the butterflies return to my stomach again. I had a date with Brittany, and I was fairly sure that Carly girl wasn't coming. She'd better not be coming.
I entered the room with a huge dopey smile on my face. This girl had turned me into a soppy idiot in just one night, I told her a few crammy stories about my life and suddenly a stupid nick-name made me turn to mush. Flipping my phone open, I was greeted to seven messages from Puck.
'Hey Lopez, looks like the Puckasauraus is going to score tonite!'
'Can't believe u took that hot dancer home. Nice!'
'I feel like a dick, this girl is actually really nice. Good singing voice. She likes to sing when she does it, weird right?'
'Lopez I'm sleeping in her bed, I'm staying the nite with a girl. What do I do?'
'Come on S, is this lame? Is it stupid to actually sleep at someone's house with them after sleeping with them?'
'S will you just fucking help me?'
'Fuck u Lopez.'
Well, I was most definitely in trouble. Maybe the girl would turn him into a gentleman. I laughed, nobody could turn Puck into anything more than a sex-craving idiot. But still, he slept over. That was almost as surprising as me sleeping over. He did get sex though...
Walking out of their apartment, my head was held slightly higher. There was no walk of shame for there was no shame, the girl was hot and bloody hell, I hadn't even slept with her. Regardless of that, I had a date with her, an opportunity to show everyone else that that girl was into me. Then the sex would come later. Maybe.
Although I'd never admit it to Puck, or anyone else for that matter, I wasn't even sure I cared about the lack of sex, she was nice. Really, really nice. Easy to talk to and didn't seem judge anyone but "rapists, murderers and people who hurt animals.".
Besides, who needed sex when you could look at that face; her scrunchy face when she laughed, the way that she'd shake her head when I'd say something a little silly. She listened to me, never complaining. Everything was greeted completely with that smile.
Damn, that smile.
