thank you for those of you who have read this and reveiwed. i am enjoying writing these two and i hope that you like it as well. here is chapter 2:)
The party is in full swing, beer pong tables, people dancing on a make shift dance floor out on the patio and keg stands, pretty much a normal McKinley party. Santana was leaning up against a wall while the current guy trying to get with her is pathetically using sports and car talk to impress her. He doesn't notice but she isn't really listening. Like she normally does she nods, smiles and laughs at the right times to pretend that she finds him interesting.
On the other side of the room Brittany is staring at the table with the liquor trying to remember which bottle Santana had picked up before to make her a drink. She could have easily went up to her friend and asked her, but when she saw that she was talking to a guy she shrugged her shoulders and has been standing in front of this table since.
"You okay Britt?" A soft voice came from beside the blonde. She looks up and realizes its Quinn and then she smiles at her fellow Cheerio. Brittany unconvincingly nods her head and turns her attention back to the bottles, concentration on her face causing Quinn to chuckle. "Want me to make you a special drink?" The ditzy girl smiles half heartedly and nods her head again, relieved that she did not have to make a decision.
"I lost my cup." Brittany admits sighing at this and Quinn shakes her head.
"Don't worry we'll just get you a new one B." She grabs a fresh cup and creates some sort of drink for her friend and hands it over. "Where's Santana?" She looks around after asking figuring the brunette could not be too far away because the two were practically attached at the hip.
"She's against the wall by the book shelf talking to Matt." Brittany explains sipping her drink, not even lifting her gaze in the direction of the girl in question. Quinn looks over, sees Santana flirting with Matt and rolls her eyes.
"You want to go outside? It's getting hot in here." Quinn offers her hand out to Brittany who gladly accepts it. As they head out to the back door Brittany lets her eyes linger on Santana and Matt for a little while longer.
The two blondes get outside where a bunch of people are dancing, laughing and having a good time. Quinn leads them past the group and towards a bench at the far end of the yard.
"Are you going to kill me?" Brittany asks with worry in her voice and Quinn laughs at her friend.
"No Britt, it just looked like you could use some fresh air and maybe a little girl talk." She explains to her friend who eventually takes a seat next to her on the bench.
"Oh, usually Santana can tell what I'm thinking by just looking at me. It's kind of creepy." She sighs out in a monotone voice. "Except when I want her to be able to read my thoughts she can't, maybe I'm broken." Brittany turns to the other blonde with concern in her eyes and Quinn places a friendly hand on her arm.
"You're not broken B. What's wrong with you tonight? You seem out of it… more than usual." Quinn tried not to sound mean, but she couldn't help how it came out, for her sake though Brittany didn't even pick up on the fact that she had just been insulted.
"I'm not supposed to say." She eyes Quinn over the rim of her cup as she takes a slow long sip of her drink and her friend tilts her head in a questioning way.
Before Quinn can ask any more questions their conversation is broken by a loud noise coming from the patio that they were only a couple of feet away from. It was Santana and she was a little bit on the drunk side with Matt hot on her tail holding on to the brunette's hand. The two blondes on the bench watch as she pulls him to the side of the house and pushes him against the wall rubbing her hands under his shirt.
"Wow, she's drunk." Quinn laughs out and turns her attention back to the blonde next to her whose face is anything but happy. She opens her mouth to say something but nothing comes out. Her eyes flash back to Santana and Matt groping each other on the side of the house and then back to Brittany who has this strange look in her eyes that she has never seen. It looks like hurt. "Are you two still having those dumb contests?" She asks thinking maybe if she makes light of whatever situation they were in Brittany will stop looking so damn sad. Brittany tilts her head in confusion but then after a while connects the dots to Quinn's question. She shakes her head slowly.
"I don't like that game anymore." Brittany blankly states, but her eyes are glued on Santana. "I told San I didn't want to play anymore last year."
"Oh yeah, well looks like she's still playing." Quinn replies.
"Tell me about it." Brittany sighs out barely in an audible voice, but it was loud enough for Quinn to hear her. They don't speak for a few more moments until Brittany breaks the silence between them. "I don't want her to play any more either, but how do I get her to stop Q?" Her eyes are sad and are pleading to the girl by her side.
"You know Santana; if she wants to do something she's going to do it. And if you tell her to stop doing something, she's going to want to do it even more." She tries to laugh in hopes of getting a slight chuckle out of Brittany but only receives a small forced smile that doesn't reach her eyes. "Listen B, I'm not going to sit here and beg you to tell me something, or to spill your feelings or whatever, but if you need to talk to someone, I hope you know that Santana isn't the only one you can turn to." Quinn offers with a smile and squeezes the other girls hand to reassure her that she was there for her.
Brittany smiles back at the girl before she brings her eyes back up to the direction that Santana had been standing with Matt. She wasn't there anymore, and Brittany's heart sank into her stomach.
"There you are B." That voice. Slowly but surely Brittany's heart resumed its natural position in her chest and she let out a breath she hadn't realized she had been holding in. The brunette turns to the blonde to her side. "Q." She says with the same tone and both girls smile at one another.
"I was beginning to think you left me." Brittany pouts and Santana places a hand onto her shoulder rubbing it softly leaning down to whisper into the girl's ear.
"Never." Brittany smiles from ear to ear at this and pulls Santana on to her lap pulling her closer by her waist.
"Looked like you and Matt were getting a little hot and heavy over there?" Quinn scoffs and raises an eyebrow and Brittany eagerly waits for a response from the brunette. "Is he an addition to your little book of conquests?"
"He wishes." Santana smirks and snakes her arm around Brittany's neck. "He definitely tried but not tonight."
"Oh what are you off duty tonight?" Quinn laughs at herself patting herself on the back for a good quip and Santana scowls at her.
"Funny!" She spits out at the blonde beside her though her face isn't mean. "I had the opportunity, but, I don't know… just wasn't feeling it." Santana sighs out almost in confusion to herself.
The rest of the night continued on as any party would in Lima, the cops came around 1 a.m. and every one bailed leaving Puck's house in complete disarray. Brittany and Santana decide to walk home, considering they didn't live that far away from him, pinky in pinky.
"So are you just not having sex with anyone tonight, or forever?" Brittany inquires after a long bout of silence; her voice is so innocent that Santana can't help but smile at her.
"No it's not forever B." She tells her, kicking a rock against the pavement.
"So no sex tonight." The blonde lets out and her shoulders drop, Santana stops them and turns to face her friend.
"Just because I don't want to have sex with Matt tonight doesn't mean I don't want to have sex tonight." Brittany's eyes slowly reach the brunettes but they are not hopeful.
"But you said…"
"I know what I said; I meant I wasn't feeling it with him." She pauses for a moment, tucking s tray hair behind Brittany's ear. "But I'm feeling it with you. Hell I'm always feeling it with you." Santana goes in to kiss Brittany, but the blonde pulls away a little and Santana's face goes into confused mode.
"I'm always feeling it with you too." Brittany admits biting her lower lip and this causes Santana to pull back a few more inches to get a good look at her friends face.
Just as the two were about to close the gap between them a buzzing goes off in Santana's hand. It's a text from her mother.
"Oh shit B, I am in major trouble if I don't get home right now." She explains and the two continue their journey home, pinky in pinky.
Santana walks Brittany home first knowing that she would get lost if she wasn't with her, and gives her a quick peck on the lips goodnight before she walks in the door.
The brunette was feeling good, everything was great these days. Cheerio's was going well, even though Coach Sylvester was always on her back, and Glee was the best part of her day, after Brittany of course. Brittany. That was one of the main reasons she even went to school in the first place. Without the blonde Santana was convinced that she would have probably dropped out of school and or had a baby by the time she was 15. No offense Quinn she thought to herself.
She was being honest when saying that she didn't want to have sex with Matt tonight. Because she truly didn't, but once you are in a routine, it is kind of hard to get out of it. For a while she thought maybe that was what she and Britt had, a routine. But what they had was much more than that, only she wasn't sure exactly what it was. Even if she did know, was she prepared to define it?
Deep down, she could tell that Brittany wanted more, even if she didn't say anything. The blonde had stopped participating in their 'contests' last year explaining that she didn't need to have sex with anyone else if she were regularly having sex with Santana. Plus, she added, she didn't really like it with the guys because it wasn't 'fun' like it was with Santana.
Deep down, she knew she wanted more, even if she didn't admit it to anyone, including herself. When the thoughts of that came into her head she would quickly dismiss them with another forced thought. The brunette had stopped participating in their 'contests' a year and a half ago. She didn't really like sex, or anything with guys because they weren't Brittany.