Ahhhh! Chapter Two! Please read and review. I got a bit carried away with this so it once again does go on for a while. Please forgive me. This chapter gets a lot more M rated should I say. Also it becomes more interesting, but it is a long chapter - and for that I apologise.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or anything to do with it. This is entirely fictional and in no way part of the show Glee. But if I did I would totally rock that show.
Chapter Two: Something Else
A huge gust of wind slapped my in the face. A cold tingle echoed on my face. I blinked several times, shaking my head simultaneously. It had gotten really dark, it felt like minutes had passed when really it had been a good few hours. The mist had now creeped up towards the sandy shore, the pier was eery as I stood there, completely alone. Mist covering the pillars that held the up the wooden structure I was currently standing on suddenly made my heart quicken as I realised I was a tad scared. The rain was still spitting, however it was a tad harder than before. The emptiness that filled my chest suddenly started spreading as I slowly creeped off to my daydream once again.
The months had passed by incredibly quickly. I was now in the Holy Trinity, which consisted of Quinn, Brittany and myself. We were all in the Cheerios, all top of the social status, despite only being in high school for around 4 months and all dating someone. Well, sort of. We had all also joined the Celibacy Club, Quinn was the president. She was dating Finn, Brittany was dating Mike Chang and I was dating Noah, well Puck. A few weeks after the three of us joined Cheerios, Noah had started hanging around with Finn, making sly suggestions towards me, either by winking subtley, or throwing spitwads at me, containing secret notes. I approached him one day while he was standing at his locker. Two chunky guys standing next to him, punching each other lightly in the shoulder laughing. They looked like an interracial couple standing so close together, brushing hands. As soon as I approached the locker, the white guy named Karofsky nudged Noah and the 'couple' walked away winking and slamming their hands against their crotches towards Noah. Noah laughed but pulled a straight face when I inched towards him.
I could hear his heart quicken as I breathed on him. He inhaled my sweet smelling breath and blinked slowly. As he opened his eyes I raised my hand and placed it on his upper arm, squeezing gently to feel his 'guns' as he had previously called them. I felt him tense and in the bottom of my eye I saw his jeans tighten around his zipper. He immediately blushed as he realised I noticed, a deep shade of pink crossing his tanned cheeks. I pressed onto my tip toes and leant towards his ear, pressing my cheek to his. I took a gulp of air and spoke;
"Eight o'clock, Breadsticks, tonight." He blinked several times and nodded.
I turned around and pressed my legs forward, slightly shaking my hips so I knew he would be staring at my ass. I flicked my ponytail round and said,
"Oh and Noah? I'm calling you Puck from now on. It's more... badass" and with that I winked at him and walked down the hallway. Watching everybody move out the way, kind of like The Red Sea parting. I felt like a queen.
Later that night, after dinner, I climbed into the back seat of Puck's truck and before I knew it he was leaning in to kiss me. He placed his rough palm on my knee, it slowly slid up to where heat was radiating. He pressed his lips to mine, slowly tilting his head to the right. I followed and wrapped my arms around his neck, leaning into the kiss. He slipped his tongue in between my lips, parting my mouth. I felt his hot breath flow into my mouth, a long with his rough tongue. The sensation of his tongue against mine felt strange at first, but I got used to it fast. His hand slid off my thigh and started feeling north up my waist. His right hand cupped my breast as his left was holding the left side of my waist. He withdrew his tongue and pulled his head back. He whispered against my neck;
"So baby, what now?" With that he pressed his lips to my jawline and I gasped, realising what he was inferring. I played along with it, knowing that Quinn hadn't slept with Finn yet, maybe doing this would give me a boost above her.
"Whatever you want." I brought his mouth to mine once again and this time I parted his mouth with my tongue. I threw my right leg over his bulging crotch, straddling him. I felt it press into my heated centre. He withdrew his mouth and spoke;
"Alright then baby", I was shocked as the voice I heard was considerably higher than I expected.
As I opened my eyes, I saw locks of blonde hair tangled around my hand. There were azure coloured eyes staring straight at me, eye to eye. I was so close to her face, I could feel her hot breath on my lips. She smiled and leant forward, pressing her soft lips to mine. I sighed and moaned into her mouth, heating up even more. Her hands ran up the outsides of my thighs, grasping at my ass. Our bodies melting into eachother, moulding perfectly into one another. I was amazed at the ease and peace I felt when kissing her. Butterflies formed in my stomach, my hands tightening around her golden locks, my nerves getting the better of me as I released my mouth from hers. I opened my eyes to see Puck, with furrowed brows, staring at me.
"Whoah baby, what's wrong? Have you got cold feet? It's cool if you do. I do too. First time and everything." He was mumbling nervously. What the hell just happened? Did that really just happen? No, don't be stupid Santana, I whispered too myself.
"No. No I don't. Now shut up and kiss me"
He did as was told and shoved his tongue into my mouth. He was getting tougher as we progressed. He removed my Cheerios top and undid his shirt. His abs hardened with my light touch. I pressed my palm into his abs, and he groaned into my mouth as I parted the kiss. He reached down in between us and rubbed ferociously at the front of my thong, my center wasn't getting any better with his touch. Within 5 minutes he was completely naked, and I was lying underneath him in my underwear. I could feel his swollen member press up against my stomach. He whispered to me,
"Ready?" I breathed out, knowing deep inside that this wasn't a good idea. My gut instinct was telling me to push him off and run, but my brain was telling me that this was the best thing to do for my social status. Plus Puck was a good guy, better him than some alcohol-fuelled randomer at one of my famous house parties.
"Yeah. Just shut up and do it." I bared a smile, and pressed my lips to his once more. He was 15, I was 15. He was hot, so was I. Sounded like a perfect match. I felt his fingers graze over my heated centre, and push my panties aside. He thrusted one finger in, then two. With the third I winced, his fingers were fatter than the other guy I had been intimately aquainted with. However, I was still a virgin after that had gone wrong due to a quick ending on his side, even before doing anything, if you know what I mean.
Puck then withdrew his fingers and grabbed himself, pushing the tip against my core. He slowly nudged in, and I closed my eyes, breathing heavily into his muscular collarbone. My first instinct was to jump away from the pain, but instead I stayed still and tensed my stomach muscles. He pushed further in and as I looked as his face, he looked like he just won the cup or whatever it was at football championship. I winced at the pain, it felt like stretching. I bit my bottom lip and he withdrew, I breathed out with the pain and as he thrusted in once more, I bit down again. I closed my eyes and pressed my mouth to his, in my eyelids saw her golden locks and azure eyes staring at me. As I continued to think about her, I felt my core becoming wetter, and with that, the pain started fading. It didn't take long before he was lying on top of me, panting heavily. I suddenly felt very revealed, lying in the back of his truck after just losing my virginity to a guy I barely knew if I'm honest.
I sat up and pushed Puck off me. My hands meeting a bare, sweaty chest. I pulled my top back on and slid my skirt on, then climbing into the front seat before exiting the vehicle. Puck didn't say a word to me as I left. I walked home, shivering from the cold breeze. I felt the goosebumps rise as I questioned myself in my head. Why the hell did I think of her? Why did she pop into my head? And more importantly, why am I feeling guilty about just losing my v card to Puck? It's not like I could lose it to her. Not that I wanted to. She's a girl, that's ridiculous. And that was the whole conversation on the way home, well conversation meaning one way speech.
The next day Brittany approached me,
"Hey S." She smiled before stretching out her arms and swarming me with her coconut scented hair. I wrapped my arms around her waist, squeezing tightly, whilst inhaling her sweet scent. I could've stayed there forever, just holding her warm body in my arms. It felt so right.
"Whoah, shit. No. She's a girl, remember." My inner monologue spoke.
I released her and smiled. Her eyes were shining at me, her skin glowing, so radiant. I just wanted to reach out and stroke it before pressing a soft kiss... fuck. I've got to stop doing that. I shook it off before linking my pinky with hers and entering Spanish. Throughout the hour, Brittany sent me pieces of paper with drawings of ducks and sombrero's on, each time I giggled and she beamed at me with that same toothy grin that I'd seen the first day I'd met her. After Spanish we gathered our books and Puck came up behind me, squeezed my ass and planted a kiss straight on my lips. Brittany furrowed her brows in the corner, thinking I didn't see but then released when I pushed myself away from him. She stood by the door, holding her textbooks against her chest. Puck mumbled something to me but I was too busy reading Brittany's face. Did I just see jealousy? What would she be jealous of? Damn it, don't Santana. I looked at Puck with a blank expression and dismissed him with a wave of my hand. I saw a glimmer of sadness in his eyes as he turned away, something I don't think I was meant to see. I turned to Brittany and held out my pinky, she hesitated momentarily and then linked her pinky with mine. I still got that jolt of electricity pulsing through my veins everytime we touched.
The rain belted down now. I ran underneath a closed ice-cream kiosk with a large roof so it covered some of myself. I watched as the seagulls flew to safety, a storm was coming. I felt a slight chill run down my spine as I spoke those words. I started creeping myself out, so I ran across to the covered bench underneath the arcade entrance. It was only five meters away, but it was five more meters which I could get rained on. As I approached the bench I wrung my hair out. Watching the rain trickle off my fingertips and splash on the ground. I sat down on the bench, skinny jeans darkened to a shade of midnight blue as the rain had hit them raised up to my face. Tucking my feet so my heels were touching my butt, my knees were up by my head and I wrapped my arms around my legs, hugging them. I leant my chin in between my kneecaps, a perfect fit. I rested my head there until I saw a black object fly beside me. A crow, just casually sitting right beside me. My first instinct was to get up and run, but even a bird was better company than nothing - so I sat there in silence. My only company being a fucking crow. Wasn't I supposed to be one of the popular girls as Quinn had said nearly a year ago in New York?
I stared out into the nothingness of the ocean, the rain still beating down hard. I drifted off once again to my own little world...
As we walked around the corner by the lockers, Brittany yanked on my pinky, halting me too a stop. She turned me around with that one yank so I was face to face with her. She looked straight into my eyes and opened her mouth, but shut it just a second after. I took this chance to speak;
"Britt, I need to tell you something."
"I was about to say the same thing." She replied.
"Oh right, well.."
"Shotgun you first!" She did a little hop and smiled, clapping her hands together. I loved it when she got all excited like this, the little things made her happy, and she was just so damn cute when excited.
"Okay, well." I had to take a deep breath. "I did something last night, but I'm not entirely sure if it was a good thing or not."
She nodded cautiously, tilting her head to the right as if that would make her understand more.
"I slept with Puck." I whispered.
Her breathing stopped. I heard her heart beat fast, she stared me straight in the eyes. And for the first time since I've known her, I didn't see the shine in her eyes, the sparkle that made Brittany, Brittany. I saw the mental speech that was going on in her head. What felt like hours later, when in reality it was merely a minute - she smiled, obviously a forced one.
"Really! Oh what was it like!" She questioned.
"Um, Britt? Do you really wanna know?" I didn't know why she would have that initial reaction and then ask that question?
"Yeah. Why wouldn't I?" As she asked, her eyes slightly squinted, as if to question my question.
"No reason.." and then I trailed off, giving her details about my encounter with Puck last night, she nodded along, smiling every now and then. But the sparkle in her eyes never came back. We slowly walked back towards our houses, considering they were five minutes apart, just down the road from each other. As we neared my house, we slowed to a stop.
"And then I got out his car and walked home." I ended.
"Just like that? He didn't say anything? Try to stop you or anything?" She asked.
"Nope. I'm glad he didn't to be honest. I just wanted to get away from him" I answered.
"Well if I was him I would've run after you.." She stopped suddenly. Thinking about what she just said. Obviously wanting to retract that statement.
"Right well I've gotta go, bye San." She quickly said, leaning forward hesistantly and wrapping her around my waist before dropping her arms and swiftly walking away. I stared at her walking away, watching her bump up her backpack before curling her fingers around the straps. She kept her head tilted forward against the wind, heading on to her house.
I fumbled through my bag, thinking about what Brittany had said and the reaction she had to my news about Puck. I kept questioning myself, asking the same questions over and over again, expecting an answer that never came. I finally found my keys at the bottom of my bag and took them out. I fumbled with the seven keys on the keyring before finding the golden key to my house. As if my house needed a fancy key, the house itself was fancy enough. My father was always a bit eccentric when it came to decorating the house. I placed the key in the lock, twisting it until it opened.
As I removed the key I heard footsteps behind me. I turned, and the sun hit my eyes, temporarily blinding me. I raised a hand to shield my eyes from the sunlight, then saw a shadow approaching me. I heard something drop and felt two hands on me, one on the small of my back, pulling me forwards, and the other on gripping the back of my neck. My hip bones crashed into the persons hipbones, and my body melted into theirs. I was a perfect fit for their body. The hand at the back of my neck stayed secure and the sun disappeared as the head blocked it out. I felt hot breath against my lip as the person hesitated, but then gently pressed their lips to my own. The lips were so soft, and tasted of lip gloss. Strawberry lip gloss. I only knew of one person who wore that. Everyday I watched them apply it to their sumptuous lips.
"Brittany." I moaned into her mouth as our lips parted momentarily. I felt her smile as she leant in to kiss me again. This time it was more passionate. Her lips parted and her tongue did a quick but gentle sweep of the inside of my lower lip. Her tongue was so soft, unlike Puck's, I shivered and placed my hands in her hair, tightening my first so my hands were tangled into her blonde curls. She leant to the right and I followed her lead. Her hands slowly slid down my body and rested at my waist. She parted my lips once more with her tongue, this time dancing around in my mouth, playing with my tongue gently. She then gently tugged on my lower lip with her teeth, causing me to giggle. She then ran her tongue along my upper lip and it caused me to let out a little moan, and my hot breath into her mouth. She groaned and pulled backwards, taking a deep breath after that intense kissing session. I opened my eyes, staring in disbelief at what just happened. Her gleaming blue eyes were staring right into my almost black eyes. We stayed silent, just looking at eachother for a few minutes. I was chewing on my bottom lip, hands still on her hair, and she still had her hands on my waist. She was tracing her fingers up and down the sides of my ribs. About twenty seconds later, she removed her hands and I removed mine. She bent down and picked up her bag, smiled and turned around.
"Britt?" I called.
"San?" She replied, slightly smirking. I went silent, waiting for any words to come out. Literally anything. But nothing ever did. I was trying to tell her that that was a mistake, but
"I know S, but I wanted too, so I did. See you tomorrow." I didn't even say anything and she still knew what I was saying. It was in that very moment, watching her walking away from her, I realised that I was in love with her. The very girl who had been there all along, who had always cared for me, who had always supported me, was the first person I had ever fallen in love with. My best friend. The same sex. It was wrong on so many levels and I just didn't give a crap, I was in love with her, and in that moment, that's all that mattered.
I closed my eyes, wincing at the memory of our first kiss. I took a deep breath in and whispered, "She doesn't care about you, so stop thinking ajd get the fuck over it. She doesn't want you anymore." The rain had become so much harder during my daydream. I'd barely noticed until I realised the heavy drops of water falling on my arms were no longer just my tears. I slowly lowered my legs, feeling the pins and needles. I got up and turned away, raising my arms to pull my hood up over my still damp mop of a head. Pointless, but comforting to know that no-one could recognise me under the dark cover. No-one could see me showing my vulnerability as I cried, not that there was anyone around to begin with. I shoved my hands in my pockets, fumbling with the keys whilst I walked. My fingers tingled as the numbness started to disappear. I concentrated on it, hoping that it was possible in reality for the numbing feeling to be erased that quickly, but I guess it was just wishful thinking.
As I approached the pavement opposite my car, I drew out my keys. It only took a second for me to push the unlock button, as it did to step out onto the road. And another second for the the 4x4 Jeep not to see me, and slam into my left side, sending me into a spiral in the air. A few more seconds before I hit the ground, my arm cracking underneath me, sending a sharp seering pain up shoulder. Another second later, my head collided with the concrete, my flesh tearing where it could no longer contain the force of the fall, letting a pool of blood pour out and slowly mix with the rainwater, creeping towards the drain. I felt a darkness creep over my body, clouding my brain, slowly shutting my eyelids for me. Nothing I could do could prevent it. I took a deep breath, sharp pain shooting through my body. A picture of her beautiful blonde hair breezing through the wind, her azure blue eyes shining at me, those lucious soft pink lips forming into a smile popped into my head, and with my last breath I whispered her name, "Brittany"... then my body gave up.