Chapter 2

A loud banging sound wakes you up after an all too short night. You figure it's from the construction workers right outside your window so you don't even budge. It feels like your body needs at least four more hours in this comfy bed to function the entire day.

Knock knock knock.

You throw the pillow over your head in a way to shut out the sound of...

Oh. That's not from outside…

You finally realize it's the door and not something from outside the window.

You crawl out of bed and don't care to throw a glance in the mirror. You have no idea who it can be; you don't know anyone around here yet.

You manage to open the door before the one on the other side breaks the whole wall down with their knocking. You slowly pull the door open and have to close your eyes in the striking sunlight. It's still pitch dark in your apartment since you had put up curtains for all you windows.

"Mornin' Sunshine!" Someone says before quickly brushing past you into the apartment. You don't recognize the voice but it's definitely a woman. Her voice is raspy yet sweet.

You blindly follow her inside when suddenly everything goes bright. The girl has pulled aside all the curtains in your living room.

"You like the dark, I see", she says before turning around and...

Shit.

You have to cover your mouth with your hand to hide the loud gasp.

It's the girl from the elevator. The girl you fell asleep thinking about yesterday. And even worse; the girl you were thinking about while doing dirty things to yourself under the covers.

A deep blush makes itself clear on your cheeks and down your neck. You feel hot and you don't dare to meet her eyes, you're too embarrassed. Even if she doesn't know what you did yesterday, it still feels weird.

"You don't say much, do you?" The pretty girl makes her way in to the kitchen and starts rummaging through drawers and cupboards. "But you're good at staring," she finally says while turning around, her lips forming into a smirk as her eyes once again rake over your slim body.

"Um... w-what are you doing here?" It's the first sentence you've uttered since meeting her. She probably thinks you're crazy by now.

"I'm hungry and have no food in my kitchen so I thought maybe you'd had some".

"Do you know what time it is?" You ask as you look at the clock on the microwave.

"Nope." The girl shakes her head, still with a smile on her face. "So... You live here all alone?"

You nod your head before walking over to the fridge. You bought some muffins yesterday when you were out. You bought two because you're always so hungry in the morning but maybe you could offer her one, even though this girl has no manners what so ever.

"Why aren't your boyfriend living with you?" She asks as she sits down at the table. You give her one of the muffins as you quirk a perfectly shaped eyebrow at her.

"What makes you think I have a boyfriend?" You hadn't dated anyone since high school. Since then it had just been occasional hook-ups and one night stands. And more importantly; neither of them had been a boy. The girl just shrugs before taking a large bite off her muffin.

"Was that guy you were with yesterday your boyfriend?" You have a feeling it wasn't but you want to make sure. Like, if he is, wouldn't she be eating breakfast with him right now?

"What, Sam? No way". She shakes her head as she laughs but then suddenly becoming serious. "I mean, he's good in bed and all but..."

"Right..." You say while busying your hands with the muffin in front of you. Then you suddenly remember where your hands were last night and who you were thinking about and you suddenly place the muffin back on the table and stand up from the chair. You need to busy yourself with something and not look at her. She's somehow distracting you from being normal and it kind of freaks you out. So you walk over to the counter. You fill up the sink with hot water before starting to wash the dishes from your dinner last night. You bought wok and heated it in the microwave, you can't cook without burning the whole kitchen down, so you always stick to very easy food.

"You seem nervous..." She says slowly and you can barely hear her over the running water. "Do I make you nervous?" She asks and you have to take a short intake of air to not just turn around and admit how freakin' right she is. You don't even know why you're this nervous. Sure, she's super hot and anyone would die for her boobs, but usually you're the one making the other girls nervous. You're the womanizer, not the blusher. You realize you have to say something because when you really turn around she's looking at you questioningly. You decide to stay safe.

"No, why would you think so?" She quirks an eyebrow at you and you smirk at her. You have to gain some upper hand and the only way you know how to do that is to be confident, or at least pretend to be.

The girl only looks you in the eyes, as if to figure out if you're telling the truth or not.

"What's your name anyway?" You say because you think it's only polite to ask about your neighbors' names.

"Lopez, Santana Lopez" she smirks at you. If it was anyone else you would roll your eyes at the Bond-impersonation but the way she says it is the cutest thing you've ever witnessed so the only thing you can do is to just smile back. "What's your name, gorgeous?"

Once again she scans her eyes down your body and you have no idea if you should feel embarrassed or flattered. You feel your cheeks burn anyway and you're pretty sure your mouth has gone on strike, because it won't formulate the words you want it to formulate. You think it has something to do with her penetrating gaze.

When your lips finally can form words again, you tell her your name. "Brittany S. Pierce"

"Well well well, that's a pretty name for a pretty girl" Santana says and you still don't how you should react to her cheesy comments.

"Is this how you flirt with all the boys and the girls?" You ask instead as your hands find the hem of your shirt to play with. She's still sitting in the chair and you're standing with your back against the counter.

"No, just the hot ones." she says as she then leaves her chair to stand right in front of you. "Do you work out a lot? I mean, your body is like... You must keep up with your weekly work-out". Her eyes are on your legs again and you're pretty happy about your decision to sleep in shorts because her stare warms your skin and this apartment is pretty cold.

"Y-yeah... I mean, I dance" you hadn't planned on stuttering but she's standing really close to you and you can almost smell her perfume. "It's my dream to work as a dancer…" you say, though it's pretty irrelevant to this conversation.

Suddenly she takes her eyes away from you and turn to the clock on your wall.

"Shit," she curses under her breath and then looks back at you. "Have to go, but thanks for breakfast!"

Santana chances a last glance down your body before she's out of your kitchen, leaving you taking weird gulps of air. The front door slams shut and you're left alone with the dirty dishes from your shared breakfast.

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You're not too surprised when Santana knocks at your door at 10am the next morning. You heard load moans and screaming coming from her apartment the entire night. This time it was a girl though. You could hear the differences between Santana's smooth honey voice and the other person's. And the other person was definitely a girl. You had trouble sleeping and you considered going over there to ask them to be quiet. But you know that the only reason you would want go over there would be to see Santana again. Even if she was with another girl.

When Santana slinks inside your apartment as soon as you open the door, you know she's hiding.

It's pretty obvious what she does. You already knew it yesterday but you wanted to think that she visits you because she likes you a little. But that's not it. She's hiding from her one night stands and you apparently seem like the best option because you only live across from her and you're easy to seduce. You wonder if she did the same to the last person who lived here before you moved in.

You don't have time to think about it because Santana has already taken your hand and you're already on your way to your living room and Santana has already made your hand tingle with her touch. When she lays herself on your couch and let go of your hand, you don't know what to do. She's taken up the whole space and there's no room for you to sit. When she challenges you with her eyes you can only offer up a small smile. You know she's testing your limits and you also know that she's testing how far she can go before you kick her out of your apartment. She can't afford to become kicked out because she still has to hide from that loud, loud girl from yesterday, so she doesn't do anything else than stare and wait until you make your move. But you don't and she keeps staring at you. You stand awkwardly by her side while she lies down. In some creepy way you enjoy looking at her laying form because she's really beautiful but you know it's weird and you can't keep staring. She will only get her suspicions confirmed if you give in to her stare so you turn around and walk in to the kitchen instead, without saying a word. You only swing your hips a little more than usual because you know she'll be staring at your legs while you're walking away.

You start to make some tea and it's less than a minute later that Santana is in the doorway looking at you again under her eye lashes.

"You don't like your couch?" she asks and you know that's not what she's asking. She's asking why you wouldn't lay down with her. You don't want to be the one she's manipulating, you don't want to give in to her touches or her flattering words, even if she's still so hot. You want her to want you and not only for your apartment.

"I do. But not when it's occupied. There's, like, no room for me if there's already someone there. My cat back home, Lord Tubbington, always took up the entire space on my couch so I never had anywhere to sit. It always ended with me on the floor and I'm not in the mood to sit on the floor so I figured I could just sit here in the kitchen. Because not all the chairs are occupied in here, so…"

You chance a look up at her face. You didn't plan on saying so much, but when you look at her smile you don't regret it.

You think that maybe she's a little embarrassed about wordlessly inviting you to lay down with her because the only thing she says is:

"How can a small cat take up the entire couch?"

You smile because when she crinkles her nose she's all kinds of adorable.

"Oh, trust me; Lord Tubbington isn't small. But don't tell him that because he's really insecure about his weight". You pour the now finished tea into two cups and give one of them to Santana. Instead of sitting down you stand across from each other leaning against the counters. Santana's smiling again and you can see the dimples forming on her cheeks.

"You should probably put him on a diet or something; it's not good for cats to be… overweighed". You smile because she's cute again and you're starting to think that maybe she's always cute.

"I've already tried the diet-thing; doesn't work on him. Every time I'm not home he goes through the entire kitchen for food and eats everything he can get his paws on. One time I even think he smoke a cigar while I was gone. He's ruthless".

Santana takes a sip of her tea with a small smile on her face. "You're really cute, Brittany", she says while slowly sitting down on one of the chairs. The way she says it makes you think that she really meant it. You blush and try to hide your smile behind your cup.

You feel your stomach grumble and you realize you haven't eaten any breakfast yet. You ask Santana if she likes bacon and she answers with the biggest smile and a nod. You put the frying pan on the stove and start chopping the bacon in smaller pieces. When you're done and the bacon is slowly getting a darker shade due to the heat you walk over to the faucet to wash your hands.

Santana pushes herself off the chair and walks over to the stove, making sure that your bacon doesn't burn. Only then do you really take notice of what she's wearing: Shorts that are almost too short and makes your stomach flutter, a shirt that ends a little too early and shows off a heavenly glimpse of her toned stomach.

Your eyes travel down to her shorts again and you have to grip the counter top tighter not to whimper. Her shorts make her ass look beyond fantastic. But you're sure it's not only the shorts that make it look like that. When your mind starts to imagine Santana's body naked, you have to look away.

But before you can avert your eyes from her body, it's too late.

When you look up to meet her gaze, Santana arches an eye brow before her lips twitch into a very cocky grin.

You gulp thickly when she starts to walk forward, slowly becoming face to face with you. Before you can do anything else, Santana has grabbed your hand.

Looking you straight in the eyes, she pulls your hand behind her back. "Wanna touch?" Her face look serious but there's still a twinkle in her eyes. Before you can respond to her confusing question she places your hand firmly on her ass.

"Mhmm," you want to face palm yourself for making such an embarrassing sound but you're not sure if you want to move any of your hands right now.

You breathe in through your nose as you feel your hand cup her perfectly shaped behind. It's almost like your hand is meant to stay there forever.

But as much as you like touching her butt, you don't know if she's doing this to see you squirm or if she really just likes to be touched.

"What are you doing?" You manage to ask between hollow breaths, still holding on to her with your hand.

"I thought you wanted to touch my butt so I let you" she shrugs, "and you seem to like it so..."

You reluctantly pull your hand away and turn around to hide your red cheeks.

"Aw, you're cute," you hear her say behind you.

Turning around to give her a questioning quirk of your eyebrow, her smile only grows bigger.

A loud bang coming from outside your apartment makes Santana sprint towards the peep hole. It's probably the loud girl you heard last night who's now made her way out of Santana's apartment. Looking through the peep hole, she releases a long breath before stating: "Ah, that's my cue to leave. See you around Blondie".

You don't have much time to react to her disappearing; you just stand still and watch the now closed door.

You just touched Santana's butt.

And it felt fantastic.

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