I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING OF GLEE, BUT ALL THE GRAMMATICAL ERRORS ARE ALL MINE LOL =D
Brittany was more than ready to drift into a deep slumber. Her day was filled with non-stop school shopping with her mother, who in fact believed that Brittany needed absolutely every piece of clothing that was displayed in the mall, let alone needed to try on every piece to show her how it looked.
Brittany throws her decorative pillows on the floor and fixes her blanket and finally slips into bed. She grabs her phone and was in the process plugging it into the charger but then she decides to shoot Santana her nightly text.
After their short conversation about their traditional 'weekend before school sleepover' was over, Brittany plugs in her phone switches off her lamp and retreats to lay on her back looking up at her ceiling. Her eyes were becoming heavier by the second, and just as she was able to find that comfortable position, she hears her phone ring. It's Santana's ring tone.
She sits up and quickly retrieves her phone as she chuckles at the picture that she had set to Santana's number. It was a picture of Santana giving her a piggy back ride. Santana was looking up at Brittany with the biggest smile on her face as Brittany returned her best friends gaze, her arms wrapped softly around Santana's small neck. Brittany slides a finger across the screen to answer the call.
Brittany is about to say hello but Santana doesn't allow her the chance to.
"Britt, can you come over?" The voice on the other line questions softly.
Brittany doesn't even question why, "Sure I'll be right over."
Nearly fifteen minutes later, Santana's room is the complete opposite of how it looked before she almost fell asleep, right before she remembered her unsettling encounter with the so called beautiful stranger. Any light switch that exists in her room was flipped on. Justin Nozuka's soothing voice is playing through her Bose speakers. She is sitting at her computer desk checking her email while anxiously awaiting the for the arrival of her best friend. Soon she hears a not so faint knock at her bedroom door and she hears the door knob move but the door doesn't swing open.
The knocking becomes louder, "Ugh! San, let me in! Let me in!" Brittany yells through the wooden door while keeping her fist place on the surface.
Santana looks up and realizes that she had forgotten to unlock her door. "Calm yo tits Britt! I'm coming." Santana says jokingly as she unlocks the door and swings it open as she is met with those deep blue eyes.
Brittany brings her arms down by her sides, a duffel bag hanging off her left shoulder, "Shuttap, my tits are calm, you never lock your door." Brittany matter of factually states as she enters the room passes Santana and jumps into the bed while throwing her duffel bag on the floor.
Santana smiles, thinking about how her best friend always notices everything, "Yah I know, I didn't even realize that I had locked it until you got here." She jumps on the bed, and adjusts her body until she is facing Brittany. She doesn't even notice how close she moves herself toward Brittany until she feels her breath on her lips.
Brittany on the other hand very much notices it, and unconsciously brings her gaze down to Santana's lips as she licks her own. A silence falls on both girls, Santana still in a haze. Brittany decides to break the silence.
"So what is the emergency?" Brittany asks simply still keeping her gaze on Santana's lips.
Ever since Brittany walked into her room and Santana had completely forgotten about the main reason as to why she wanted her to come over in the first place. "I just thought that we could start our sleepover tradition a little early," She starts with then continues, "Being that it is now Friday," Santana motions to the clock on her wall as it displays, 1:34 am, "We can just make our little tradition a whole weekend event!" Santana finishes and smiles seeing that her best friend is nothing less than overjoyed by the change of plans.
Brittany jumps onto her feet and begins to jump on the bed. "I think that is an amazing idea San." Brittany shrieks.
"Yes, I know, I am amazing." Santana teases as she still occupies her place on the bed now on her back gazing back up at her friend jumping with joy and a huge grin makes its way onto her face.
Brittany jumps down to the side of the bed and retrieves her duffel bag,"Well, I had a feeling that you were going to change the plans, so I packed enough clothes for the whole weekend, not to mention some of our faves, 'Hot Chick', 'RENT', and 'White Chicks'," Brittany states all too proudly as she takes out each DVD, "So I'm amazing, thank you very much." Brittany chuckles and hops to sit back on the bed.
Santana is still smiling, "You really are amazing." Santana lets out a little too sweetly as she props herself up onto her elbows to get a better view of Brittany. The smile on Brittany's face fades as she notices the tone of her best friends voice and she swallows the lump in her throat.
Brittany decides just to shake it off and opts for sarcasm in order to lighten the mood, "Well we both are amazing, and that is why we are the best of friends." She says simply and she leans forward to tap Santana's nose with her index finger. Santana scrunches her face as her best friend does this and smiles.
The window in the room soon catches the gaze of the brunette as she feels the bed shift from the absence of Brittany's weight. She looks back to Brittany's side of the bed and notices the blonde standing there, "San, I'm going to take a quick shower kay," more of a statement than it was asking for permission. Santana nods in acknowledgment and sits up to move to sit in her computer chair, music still playing.
Santana notices that her friend hasn't made any motion of walking towards the bathroom and turns around to face her in her computer chair. Santana gives her a look as if to encourage her to ask her whatever it is she is going to ask.
"Can I borrow some of your clothes?" Brittany asks in a cute voice.
"I thought you said you packed enough clothes for the whole weekend Britt?" Santana giggles.
"I did, but I love how your clothes smell." Brittany admits. 'I really need to stop saying shit like this' Brittany scolds herself. Much to Brittany's relief Santana doesn't seem to catch the underlying meaning of her previous comment.
"Well, Gain detergent always smells sooooo good." Santana says mockingly sticking her tongue out.
Brittany laughs and turns toward Santana's bathroom while turning her head to stick out her tongue, "Whatever, whatever, I do what I want," closing the bathroom door behind her.
Santana decides to put the finishing touches on her AP Spanish project while Brittany was taking a shower. She subconsciously toys with the one and only necklace she ever wears. It was a silver Tiffany chain that held her mom's engagement ring and her own golden baby ring. She hears the door open grabbing the DVDs Brittany had brought so that they could decide what movie they wanted to watch first. Santana turns around to face Brittany.
"So, 'White Chicks' first or 'RENT' fir..." Santana's comprehension of any words leave her brain as she takes in the site before her. The only clothing that is covering Brittany's body, still wet body, is her bra and underwear. Brittany doesn't notice her friend's state of shock as she dries her hair with the towel. Santana feels her eyes slowly start gazing at Brittany's legs moving her eyes up feeling as though her legs went on for an eternity. Santana's eyes move up towards her hips and find their way to her ever so toned abdomen then finally to her perfect perky breasts. Santana is beyond mesmerized, while biting her lower lip. Although they have been best friends for their whole lives, she never realized how hot of a body Brittany really had. 'Fuck, how did I not know this?' Santana internalizes.
Brittany finishes drying her hair and notices that the room is abnormally quiet, minus the music playing in the background. She tosses the towel onto the bed and looks over at Santana's goofy facial expression. She follows the path of Santana's eyes and realizes what she is gawking at and decides to have some fun with the situation, but not too much fun. She reaches over to the dresser and grabs some tissue from the tissue box. She walks closer to Santana who is surprisingly still in a daze and kneels down in front of the brunette.
"Need some tissue?" Brittany giggles.
Santana fidgets in her chair for a moment before she realizes how long she actually let her staring linger. She looks at the blonde in front of her not understanding the reasoning for the tissue. "Huh? What for?"
Brittany gets up and returns to the standing position and bends over to reach Santana's eye level, "For the drool at the corner of your mouth." She says with a slight smirk as she points to Santana's mouth and can't help but burst into laughter at the embarrassed expression that covers Santana's face.
Santana's picks up the tissues that had fallen into her lap and throws them in Brittany's direction. "Fuck you." Santana says feeling defeated. Brittany just continues to giggle. "And for your information missy I was just observing your birthmark."
"Which just so happens to be right under my left tit you perv! Like you haven't seen it before." Brittany squeals loving how Santana just kept on making it worse for herself.
Santana feels the tension within herself lighten and jokes back, "Whatever, whatever, I do what I want!"
The girls just begin to laugh with each other and at each other. Brittany makes her way to Santana's dresser and pulls out a white v-neck and purple cheer shorts. She pulls on the shorts and just as she is about to put the shirt on she takes one more look at her birthmark, "You know it looks just like a baby duck." Brittany says all too seriously. Santana couldn't help but think that Brittany was absolutely adorable for that comment. Her birthmark was very distinct, there was no doubt about that. Santana simple giggles at her best friend's undying obsession with ducks and the fact that the birthmark did in fact look like a baby duck.
The girls find themselves in the Lopez's family room. The entertainment system was impeccable to say the least, so the girls decide to take full advantage of the fact that they had the whole house to themselves for the weekend. 'RENT' is playing on the gigantic TV screen as the girls stand on the couch singing into the non-existent microphones in their hands as they face each other, their voices becoming louder than the movie itself.
Soon, 'White Chicks' is the next movie that is put into the DVD player.
Their favorite scene displays on the screen and the girls are sitting now and face each other to recite the line by memory, "You were thinking it! But you said it!" They both say in unison in the best valley girl impression that they could do, bursting into laughter.
"Oh man that shit never gets old!" Santana beams as she leans into Brittany's right shoulder.
"Classic!" Brittany says in a high pitched voice to further emphasize her love for the movie.
The movie ends but the girls had fallen asleep way before. Brittany has her back to the couch while Santana had naturally curled up into Brittany's body, her back tightly against Brittany's stomach. Brittany's arms had fallen over Santana's body. Santana shakes and wakes herself. She looks around adjusting to her surroundings not recollecting ever falling asleep. She feels that familiar touch and turns her head to meet her lips with Brittany's ear, "Sweet dreams Britt Britt."
Brittany's whole body becomes hot from the contact, but she controls herself. She moves her head closer to the brunette's and returns the greeting, "Sweet dreams Sany," as they both finally drift into a deep slumber.
The sun's strong rays force themselves through the window draping of the Lopez living room. The rays hit Brittany's eyes as she fights to keep her eyelids tightly shut feeling that morning had come all too soon. After a couple minutes Brittany gives in and slowly opens her eyes. At first she tries to stretch but then looks down at the beautiful and delicate brunette whom was still peacefully asleep in her arms. Brittany can't help but smile. Brittany reflects back to all the close calls that her and her best friend had the night before. The lingering stares. The licking of lips in hopes of tasting the other girl's kiss. The awkward statements exchanged. It had always been like this. Cuddling was considered normal to them, but to Brittany all this went beyond just friendship for her.
She knew that her feelings for Santana were real and genuine, and she was well aware of Santana's strong preference for girls over boys. Every time she thought about telling Santana about her feelings, feelings that she's had ever since they've known each other, she remembers their amazing friendship and always opts to keep her feelings at bay. Good thing she had a great means of escape, an outlet so to say to forget about her feelings.
Santana stirs, and turns to face Brittany. "Mmmmm." Santana groans out as she stretches out her arms, "Good morning B."
Brittany is shaken from her current thoughts, and looks down, "Morning San," a huge smile finds its way onto Brittany's face.
The girls are in the kitchen eating cereal amidst a comfortable silence when they hear the door bell ring. Santana jumps up, "Oh, yah I forgot that I had invited Quinn to hang out with us for the day." Santana says to Brittany as she make her way to the front door to let Quinn in.
'Thank God' Brittany gasps to herself feeling relief at the fact that having a third person will help alleviate any chance of more 'close calls' occurring again.
Quinn and Santana make it back to the kitchen counter, "Hey B." Quinn says sweetly.
Brittany smiles, "Morning Q, did you eat yet?" Brittany goes to the cupboard to retrieve a bowl and spoon for Quinn. Quinn nods thankfully as she pours herself a cup of coffee.
"I can't believe that we are going to be Juniors already..." Quinn starts the conversation.
"The hottest Juniors at that." Santana chimes in before she takes in another mouthful of cereal.
"Yes mam!" Brittany exclaims in agreement.
"So, San, you never did tell me what you were supposed to tell me last night. I know that the change of plans wasn't really what you had wanted to tell me.' Brittany says simply.
Santana finishes swallowing the cereal in her mouth, "Oh yeah! I'm actually glad that you are here Quinn so I can tell you too..." Santana pauses for a little bit and fidgets with the cereal box while pulling her right leg up to her chest, "but you guys have to promise not to make fun of me."
Brittany notices her best friend's change in posture, she knows that she is nervous, "Of course we won't, tell us, tell us already!" Brittany giggles. Quinn looks at Santana and nods with encouragement.
After a moment of silence, Santana lets out a breath and speaks, "I think I am in love, well I mean not really, because I haven't actually seen the person up close, or their face for that matter, but I can't stop thinking about this person ever since I saw them, saw them dancing, so passionately, man it was amazing, I couldn't stop watching, it was like I was in a trance, like I couldn't move, it was like dream, and man can they dance it was so..."
Santana's rambling is interrupted by a familiar blonde's voice, "San, you are rambling." Quinn states while letting out a couple giggles, "Breathe."
Brittany stops listening after Santana says the words 'I think I am in love.' A cloud of jealousy instantly hovers over her. She knew it was ridiculous to be jealous of someone she didn't even know, especially someone that Santana didn't even know herself. She tries to remain reasonable but all she thinks about is if this mystery person is a better dancer than her. 'Whatever, I'm sure I can totally dominate if we had a dance battle' Brittany says to herself proudly.
Brittany becomes confused when she sees a blur of tan waving in her line of vision, "Hello, earth to Britt! Dude, you totally spaced out!" Santana's laughs at her best friend, "Now I think you are the one who needs some tissue." As she playfully points at Brittany's mouth. Brittany shakes out of her haze of thoughts and meets Santana's gaze not even bothering to joke back, "So where did you see her, this mystery person with amazing dance skills?" Brittany asks in a serious tone as she moves her cereal bowl aside in order to make room for herself to lean closer to Santana, as does Quinn being as interested in Santana's answer as Brittany was.
Caught of guard, Santana brings her leg back down to buy her some time to think of her answer. She hadn't thought of an alternate place to tell her best friend, because she couldn't say that it was at the waterfall because then she would be breaking the sacredness that it held between her and her mom. Santana taps her fingers on the counter, trying to filter her thoughts.
"Any time this century would be nice." Quinn sarcastically chimes in.
Brittany stays silent, never taking her eyes off the brunette.
"At the hospital," Santana says slowly, 'Yah that's believable' she says reassuring herself, "Yah the hospital." She finishes. Both blondes looks at her skeptically.
Brittany arches her eyebrow. "The hospital? As in the one that you volunteer at?" Brittany brings her hand up to rest her chin on, still allowing her blue eyes to bore into Santana's.
"Yah." Santana replies all too shortly, as she diverts her gaze anywhere but to meet the blondes deep blues, suddenly feeling nervous again, not really understanding why. Now, Santana had started volunteering at the local hospital within the Oncology department at the beginning of her Sophomore year in order to fulfill the required volunteering hours for medical school.
Brittany thinks about Santana's answer, " So, you said you saw her dancing right?" Santana nods as Brittany continues with her interrogation, or so that is how Santana feels it was like, "Where was she dancing ever so passionately? I mean the hospital isn't really the best place to go all out with a showcase of one's best dance moves." Brittany states still not convinced.
"In the materials closet." Santana says the first that comes to mind, instantly regretting it.
Brittany knows that she is lying, "The materials closet? Nice one San, no really tell me where. I don't know why you feel like you have to lie to me about.."
"Ok all this talk about hospitals and closets and dancing in closets is getting too serious for me. You guys need to get out of this house, there seems to be too much tension in the air, and I'm sure it would be nice to go out on our last couple of days of summer. So go change hoes and lets get the fuck outta here." Quinn says sternly as she motions for them to go upstairs to change desperately trying to ease the potential fight.
Santana is more than thankful for Quinn. She didn't couldn't quite put her finger on why Brittany was becoming so heated by the subject.
The rest of the weekend consists of never ending laughter, late night swimming sessions in the Lopez pool, and Santana's relentless rants of this mystery girl. Santana had asked Quinn to join in on all the festivities not only because Quinn was in fact one of her closest friends besides Brittany, but also so that they all could avoid any more awkward moments.
The weekend comes and goes, and the first day of junior year ends as fast as it begins. Brittany is still in a foul mood, being that it is Monday, she absolutely hates Mondays, but mainly because Santana has yet to stop talking about the mystery dancer.
'An escape, my escape.' Brittany says to herself as she shuts her gym locker and begins to head toward the front of the school. She decides to change out of her Cheerios uniform into a pair of sweats, a oversized t-shirt, and an old pair of high top Nike dunks. She makes her way to the front doors of the school while she places her hand on the door handle she feels a familiar hand place itself on her shoulder.
"Do you need a ride B?" Santana asks as Brittany turns to face her friend. Santana notices her best friend's attire, knowing that she only wears over sized shirts, sweats, and those dunks when dancing is in her near future.
"Naw, I'm fine, thank you though." Brittany says simply instantly turning around, only to be stopped once again by that same familiar hand now grasping her arm.
"Britt." Santana pleads as she makes her way in front of her best friend, "Are we okay? You have been acting really strange all day," keeping her gentle grasp on Brittany's arm.
Brittany can't help but feel goosebumps form at the touch of the brunette's skin on her own, "Yah, of course we are San. You know how me and Mondays don't get along real well. I just need to get all my emotions out, that's all." Brittany smiles that ever so gorgeous smile. Santana smiles back and lets go of Brittany's arm.
"Okay, I just wanted to make sure. Call me later, when you get home k?" Santana says as Brittany nods and turns to leave the school.
Brittany is surprised at how fast she had gotten here. She grabs her iPod out of her backpack and places her headphones into her ears. She clicks to her favorite playlist and sets the volume as high as it can go. She begins dancing like she were dancing for her life as she begins to think of Santana's new love interest. As much as she hates feeling this way, she honestly could not help it. She always came here to dance off her feelings and emotions when it came it Santana, it really was the only way that she could ever remain sane, besides the several times that she had masturbated to the fantasies of her and Santana making love, imagining that it was Santana's fingers inside of her, instead of her own. After all, she was human.
She loves the fact that she can really claim this place to be her own. She hadn't told Santana about this place because then she would have to explain why she came here, and the repercussions of that were obvious. So it was her own little secret. Her secret retreat. Brittany gets lost in her dance moves, and she doesn't notice how long she had been dancing until she realizes how much she was sweating and that her playlist that consisted of 93 songs had ended.
She pulls out her headphones feeling immensely better and shoves them along with her iPod into her backpack. She pulls her backpack over her shoulders and starts to head up along the path back to the main road. Her peaceful walk is put to a halt when she hears the voice of someone singing. She turns around and looks towards the area that the voice seems to be emanating from.
It was definitely a girl's voice. She observes someone making their way down a path on the opposite side, she ducks not wanting to get caught but still peaks over the huge tree trunk. She can't quite make out the face of the person because of the many trees and branches in the way, so she decides just to listen.
She recognizes the song, "Secret" by Maroon 5. Brittany closes her eyes and allows herself to drown in the angelic voice, falling into a trance. This stranger has a hold on her, then it comes, that ever so close and familiar feeling. She opens her eyes and she feels the butterflies in her stomach, and she brings her hand to her heart, and the fluttering pounds against her palm.
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