Sorry this took so long. Work has been crazy and then going out of town has just killed me. And why do you guys have to make your stories so interesting. its had to not just read rather than write!
This chapter there is a lot of Sam and Britt friendship. I wanted to lay a good base for them because it is important later. I'm starting the brittana friendship now though.
I own nothing glee or anything else I'm not supposed to
Chapter 3: Round 2
2 years and 51 weeks ago:
It's Friday again and Sam and I are walking out of the gym completely gross and disgusting from working out with the students in the hot gym for 2 hours.
Sam picks me up and twirls me around. "You are so awesome! Thanks for making this happen. I never knew how much fun that would be." Sam puts me down and we hear a cough as we separate.
I look over and see Quinn. Sam instantly blushes at being caught acting like a goober. She looks me straight in the eye with part of the devil I saw before but it quickly changes into a sickly sweet smile and turns towards Sam.
There is something there! I know I can see it too.
"So Sam we are having a party tonight at my friend Santana's and I wanted to see if you and Brittany wanted to come?" Sam looks over at me and I shrug because I've got nothing better going on than just sitting at home with the guys. As much as I love just hanging with the guys this sounds so much more fun.
"Yea we will be there!" Sam smiles at Quinn.
"Ok sounds good I'll text you later with the address" Quinn turns and walks away to her bug. With a wave she is zipping out of the parking lot.
Sam turns to me "Yours or mine?"
3 hours later:
"Why are we at your house again?" Sam asks while he flips aimlessly through the channels on the TV trying to find something to watch.
"Because all my clothes are here and I needed something for the party. You have a pair of jeans here and a couple shirts to pick from and that's all a guy needs." He looks at me like he needs more explanation "Also my mom will cook us dinner and yours won't" Finally it looks like it dawned on him. You can always get him with food.
I don't like to bring it up that often with Sam but I know he has a sore spot for his parents. They have a very busy social life which is good for when we want a place to hang out without parents around bugging us but I know he likes coming to dinners at my house. He told me once it makes him feel like he is part of a normal family. I can tell he misses them but it makes me feel proud of mine because they accept everyone.
I grab all of my stuff up and head for the shower. Turn on water…check. Towel… check. Take clothes off… check. Get in and close door… check. Hear Sam come into bathroom and sit on toilet … check. Wait a minute. Yea you're right that is definitely not a normal part of my shower check list. I mean sometimes it involves a little extracurricular activity but wasn't planning on that now that Sam was in here.
"Britt…" Sam calls from the other side of the curtain.
"Sam I know your parents want us to get married but this is definitely not the way to do it. I'm a lady, I need to be wooed before we shower together" I chuckle out while I'm trying to get the shampoo out of my hair.
"What!...N-No.. No" Yea he is defiantly embarrassed. I giggle when I hear him stuttering.
He starts again. "You're sick, but no I wanted to talk to you about Quinn." I wait for him to go on but I guess I'm going to have to play the prodding game. "Ok, what about her?"
Sam takes a second before he answers. "I know I've only been on one date with her but I think I really do like her. I know I talk about getting into girls pants all the time but you know the real me. I just want to really like someone and be liked back. Do you think she likes me?"
I finish rinsing out my conditioner before I answer. "She did come and personally invite you to a party rather than just texting you didn't she?" I let it sink in before I start again "And do you see the way she smiles at you? That has got to mean something right?"
"Yea I guess you are right" I let him think for a minute while I finishing washing my face while humming my favorite shower song. Washy washy washy, lets get clean and washy. Hey I know it's silly but I made it up when I was 4 and it just stuck.
"But hey I'm going to tell you the truth. She seems to be hiding something but I'm not sure what. Just wanted to let you know, but other than that she seems pretty cool and I could just be seeing things" Time for the body washy.
"Thanks Britt, and I will look out for it. Also sorry about the bathroom intrusion I just kept thinking about it and wanted to get it out of the way. You know couldn't wait any longer and I know your showers run long. Why is that anyway?" I can hear Sam rummaging through the magazine rack with no clue as to why if he saw me right now I would be about the same color as the tomato sauce my mom will be cooking tonight.
I quickly come up with a lie. "Oh you know girls hair just takes so long with the shampoo rinse repeat stuff." I have never in my life repeated, I mean really who would want to do that? He knows you're lying. Shit! Please just leave and don't say anything.
I hear Sam get up from the toilet before he leaves he calls out "Washy washy washy, let's get clean and washy. That's really cute Britt!" I may be more red, I forgot he knew that and to top it all off. "Don't worry we all take loooonnnggg showers too!" Yep I am definitely turning into a fire hydrant at the moment.
"Get out!" I throw Mr. Rubber Ducky out the shower at him. He quickly slams the door and my duck hits the door with a thud. I hear him cackling the whole way back to my room.
Sam and I are really close and talking about sex stuff is one thing but being called out on my shower extracurricular is completely another.
After I get out of the shower and am walking back to my room I catch my mom in her hobbies room. She sees me and turns my way. "You and Sam are way too close". She must have seen him coming out of the bathroom. They are really cool about us because they tell me they aren't worried about anything happening between us. I questioned them why one time but they said they would tell me later on. They were both smiling at each other and I felt like they knew something I didn't. It was really kind of creepy.
Sam's on my bed playing some Xbox game and I walk over to my closet. What should I wear tonight? Something hot! Why would I do that? It's just a house party. You know why. Nope I'm confused. Ok keep playing dumb, but you're always with the boys why not show what you working with tonight. Ok hood self I guess I will.
3 hours later, fed, prepped, and ready to party…
Sam and I are driving to the address that Quinn texted him earlier. She said she would just meet us there since I guess she has been with Santana all day. As we are driving I realize that we are starting to go into the really nice part of town. Sam and I live in the same neighborhood and I guess the best description would be that our families are comfortable. If this part of town said that they were comfortable you would look at them like they are nuts because who really needs a pool, Jacuzzi, huge patio, and tanning beds just to be comfortable.
We pull up to the house and grab all of the assortments of alcohol we bought earlier with our fake ID's. "You ready for this?" Sam holds out his fist for me. "Hell yea! Let's get nuts!" I pound it and we get out of the car and walk through the garage.
As we get in I'm hit with a thumping bass. I can already feel my feet start to bounce as I walk to the kitchen where Quinn told us to go as we get in. I can't help dancing already, it's second nature when a good beat comes on.
I drop what I'm carrying on the counter and immediately grab a beer out to start my night. I usually tend to stay away from drinking hard liquor because something about Sam saying he was scarred when I started acting like a stripper. I don't remember that at all so it must have not happened. Or so I have chose to think.
The house is mostly dark with some lights set up on the make shift dance floor in the living room. There is a DJ playing from some deck set up by the fire place. It's not a huge party but it's still early so I'm not really sure how the nights going to end up.
Sam's phone lights up. He pulls it out and reads it then immediately pulls me down the hall, down some steps, and to the basement. On the way he explains that Quinn told him to come down here.
As I walk down I see Quinn, Mike, Puck, and Sugar standing at each end of a table. Beer Pong! Hell yes! This is my game. Quinn looks up and see us. She smiles that sweet smile and I turn to see Sam wearing the same one. Ew too cute.
Quinn comes up and hugs Sam and greets me after she pulls away. "Hey are you guys up for playing winner?" Sam looks at me and shrugs. "Alright sounds good to me." Sam goes over by Quinn to talk to her while she is playing. I end up finishing my beer because seriously could these people suck anymore at this game. It is taking FOREVER for them to finish the game.
I holler over at Sam that I will be back. I offer anyone else a drink and take their orders. I don't think I have enough hands for all of it but I'm always up for a challenge.
I make it up to the kitchen through the crowd and immediately head to the fridge. I'm ducking my head in to find all the ingredients to the orders. I'm like a ninja drink maker so I can't let my rep be ruined by not finding everything.
That's when I feel it. It sharp pain that shoots straight through my ass and causes me to jerk. Of course when I jerk up I nail my head on the shelf above. Damn it! My ass feels like it's on fire and I'm pretty sure I just got a concussion. With one hand on my butt and the other on the back of my head I turn around to see who the smacking offender was. I only have a few friends here and they are all downstairs so who the hell did that?
I turn around and immediately met with a very embarrassed looking Latina. She has her hands covering her mouth which is completely opened in shock.
"Oh my god! I'm am so sorry I thought you were Quinn. I just saw the blonde hair out of the corner of my eye. I'm so sorry. Are you ok? Is your head bleeding? Oh my god what if you need stitches?" I finally register what just happened and start to smile. I have a high pain tolerance from years of injuries.
"Hey it's ok. You can breathe now" I see her take in a breath and continue to rub my head. "I'm ok really. Do you think you could show me where the ice bags are so I can make one up?" After this she seems to jump into action. I try to get it from her to do it myself but she just mutters something along the lines of I've got it and go sit on the counter. I'm pretty sure I heard her right so I jump to sit on the counter.
After she is done making the ice up she walks over to me. This is when I thank the heavens for my conscience. I was right wasn't I. Ok you win.
She is wearing white shorts that show off her legs wonderfully and a black tank top that is classy as a tank top can be but shows off her cleavage. Especially if you are A. taller than her and B. sitting on a counter higher than she is. Which I am right at the moment.
I look up at her after doing a whole body scan. What I like to see what other girls are wearing so I can see what looks good. All girls do it. Sure you were. I choose to ignore you.
I'm happy I went with my black shorts and an off the shoulder purple top. Still can't get me out of my black converse though. Good luck trying, they are just more practical than heels and I still look super hot tonight.
After I look up I see her scanning me much like I did to her just a minute ago. I smirk because, well, I know I'm hot and I don't get embarrassed when other people notice. As long as it's not that creepy guy that stands outside the Walmart. He gives me the heebee geebee's.
As her eyes meet mine I can see a smirk playing on her lips. I return it and continue rubbing the back of my head. I cringe when I hit the bump on the back of my head. Santana immediately steps up and removes my hand from my head. She places the ice on the back of my head and I cringe again. "Sorry" Santana apologizes. I realize at this moment that she has stepped up between my legs dangling off the counter. Is it hot in here all the sudden? I mean the ice is cold but I am hot. I try to cover my inner monologue by being about the biggest cheeseball ever. "It's cool, like ice ice baby, bum bum bum budda dada" looking up at her and wiggling my eyebrows until she gets it.
She laughs and I believe I have just heard the angels sing. I want that to happen again and again and again. Wonder why that is? Shhh..
"So Santana thanks for having us over tonight and practically knocking me unconscious but I have some drinks to make." She giggles and steps back so I can get down. "Well maybe you shouldn't put your fine ass out there for everyone. It is kind of inviting." She winks at me and I'm pretty sure I just melted. She laughs and grabs some cup out for me. "Well come on, if I know Quinn she is dying down there for her drink. I'll help you carry them down"
I jump into action and start making everyone's drinks to perfection. Santana asks me to whip her up something and I oblige. We gather everything up and start heading downstairs. "This is amazing Brittney! You have to tell me what this is." I smirk back at her. "Nope you have to be really special to know how I make my drinks. Sam's the only one right now and he knows if he told he would be living 6 feet under the ground" She huffs but I can tell she isn't really angry.
We get down and it looks like the next game is set and ready to go. "What took you so long? Jesus did you walk to Egypt and back for those drinks?" Puck yells from the other end of the table with Sugar by his side. Looks like that is my new competition and I know he can take most people on but he has no chance against Sam and I.
"Alright Puck you want to bitch about the awesome drink I made you? How about a little bet on this game?" I see his eye brows go all the way up to his Mohawk. He knows how good I am but I know his ego won't let him back down either. "Alright fine, If I win you have to reenact your stripper act for all of us down here." I stare into his eyes and smirk because I know I won't lose. I counter his bet with my own. "Ok, and if I win you have to go upstairs and make me my next drink…naked" I see and hear him gulp. We both shake hands and begin the game.
30 minutes later…
"Come on Brittney we only have one cup left you can do this!" Sam is trying to be encouraging but I blame him for being in this position in the first place. Seriously I can only hit one cup at a time and he has taken to missing every cup by a mile if I was being honest with myself I would think that he is possibly in cahoots with Puck on getting me to do a stripper act. You know he wouldn't do that! I know but seriously he sucks tonight!
There is one cup left. I look around the room and see Santana and Quinn watching Sam and I. I look over at Puck and see him squirming a little. I love to watch him squirm and I know I do my best when I put on a show.
"So Puck, wanna make this more interesting?" I lightly toss the ping pong ball up and down in my hand not really looking at him. "How about I make this last shot not looking at all and you buy our late night pizza for everyone in this room? You know just like Nathan did that final free throw in One Tree Hill? And don't act like you don't love One Tree Hill we watch it every week." I smirk at him and see him mutter something about not liking that girly shit.
"Fine sounds good to me but I'm upping your stripper dance to topless and how do I know you won't look a little bit during that shot?"
"She'll look at me" Santana pipes up from across the basement. She walks over to my side and turns to Puck "I'll make sure she looks in my eyes the whole time."
"Fine! Can't wait to see those goodies Pierce." He winks at me and I pretend vomit in my mouth. I'm pretty use to his sick comments and I would be lying to myself if I didn't find them hilarious.
I feel a hand brush away the hair from my neck and a hot breath on my ear. "As much as I love a good strip show, this confidence is so much hotter." Santana backs away from me and stands off to my left. I gulp down the giant thing that has just been lodged in my throat and take a swig of my beer.
Ok focus Brittney. Time to get it together and show who is the beer pong champion is here and why. I take one last look down at the cup at the opposite end of the table. Mind as well make this reenactment as real as possible. I look down at the table and dribble the ball twice. I look up and turn my eyes to Santana. She is smiling at me and all I can do is smile back. I pull my arm up for the shot. Santana is still looking in my eyes and I wink at her before letting it go. I don't take my gaze away from Santana's the entire time. All I can see is her. I hear screaming the background but honestly don't care because all I want to do is look at her. And you think that's normal? I honestly don't care right now.
That's until I'm lifted up by a screaming Sam who has starting singing we are the champions as loud as he can. He finally lets me down and I see Puck being his dramatic self and slumped on the floor. I walk over to him and pat his back. "Who's ready for a new drink?"
1 hour later…
"Have you ever thought about shaving your ass?" Pucks grunts and continues drinking his jack and coke. "I mean seriously that may be the most hair I have ever seen on an ass. It was like a wooly mammoth and his family took residence on that thing."
"Shut it Pierce, you ready to show these suckers what's up on the dance floor?" Puck sets down his drink and starts to pull me to the make shift dance floor in the living room. "Only if you promise to keep your butt away from me, you know I get hot when I dance and I don't want to feel like I have a fur coat on the whole time." I chuckle and stumble as he pulls me to the floor. Ok so I may or may not be a little hammered at this point.
"Put up or shut up Pierce" I laugh again and start to get a feel for the song playing. I start to sway my hips back and forth to the music and my arms make their way over my head. I feel Puck step up behind me and pull my hips back to his. I see Sam across the floor dancing with Quinn. He looks up at me and winks at me from his place behind Quinn. He seems really happy so I think I'm going to give this girl a chance.
The song changes and the beat picks up. I sway my hips faster and push back against Puck some. It could be to keep my balance but hey he doesn't need to know that. I roll my body against him and arch my back against his chest. I am not attracted to Puck at all but I would be lying if I said dancing like this doesn't get me a little hot. Puck, Sam, and Mike are all like brothers to me and we would never hook up but no problem in using each other a little bit when we need to. I've been a wingman more than once on the dance floor for them and they have been every once in awhile for me.
Puck taps me and points to a girl dancing by herself. I already know what he wants me to do. I pull him with me until we are right next to the girl. I slowly start to inch closer to her until I'm right up against her. I feel her look behind her and see Puck and I. She smiles and continues to dance with up. She backs into me and I then back up to Puck. After a minute of dancing I tap the girl in front of me and tell her I'm thirsty and I'll be back in a bit. I urge her to keep dancing with Puck. She silently asks me about us and I mouth that we are just friends. She smiles and backs up to Puck and continues dancing.
I walk through the crowd back to the kitchen to find Mike rummaging through the fridge. He sees me and grabs another beer for me and tosses it to me. Mike then pulls out his pocket knife and winks are me…Oh god shot gun time. Well I'm already super toasty what would be so bad about one more beer? It's all in less than 5 seconds! Oh don't be a pansy now. You're going to regret this. Nah I'll be fine.
After we shot gun our beers Mike pulls me to the dance floor. Mike is definitely my favorite dance partner of the group. We usually have a whole battle planned out and he doesn't let me down this time. A small circle has formed for us and we're going back and forth as we usually do. After my last spin I turn and catch eyes with the raven haired beauty. She is smiling at me over the rim of her cup and I don't have time to think as I feel Mike pulls me to do out swing time flip. I land it and immediately drop into the splits. I hear the whole crowd yell Oh! And Damns! I smile as I look up to see a stunned Latina.
I'm again pulled away by Mike as the next song comes on. The crowd has filled in again and we are back to normal dancing. The alcohol is really starting to take effect and I'm sort of lost in my own hazy world when I feel something slid up my front. I sway along with the intruder not worrying about it too much since I know Mike is right behind me and he'll help me out if I need it. Or not let you do something you shouldn't. So sometimes its help from myself.
I feel the form grind into me harder and that got my attention back to the now for sure. My hands subconsciously found the forms hips and pulled back into myself. I grinded against the forms ass and heard what sounded like a gasp. I looked up and saw it was Santana. She looked over her shoulder and smiled up at me. I smiled back and continued to dance with her. Eventually I felt cold hit my back. Mike stood in front of us and pointed to the bathroom. I nodded and looked back at Santana. She turned in my hands and placed her arms around my neck. She pulled me closer until our hips were melting together. I had to move my leg somewhere for more room and that conveniently happened to my between her legs.
What I felt there sent a fire shooting between my legs. She was so hot rubbing up and down my thigh. I pulled her hips closer to me and flexed my thigh. Just the friction of her rubbing against my leg was possibly the hottest thing I've ever felt.
And just like that is was gone. I looked up and was met with nothing, no Santana anywhere. What the hell?
I looked around everywhere and ended up back down in the basement. Just as I was about to head back up stairs I heard a couple cans drop. I turn the corner and see Santana furiously picking up cans and cups from beer pong earlier.
"Hey" I say as softly as I can trying not to scare her.
She looks up at me. "Hey"
Before I have a chance to say anything she interrupts my thoughts.
"Sorry" she is staring at her feet.
I'm super confused so I kind of just stare at her. "I get a little touchy when I'm drinking, and I felt bad for basically riding your leg. You must think I'm such a freak" she sits down on the table and drop her head into her hands.
Ok so the dancing was what this is about. "Hey no need to be sorry I was dancing right back with you" I laugh as I say this because I'm probably still a little too hot from the dancing but this isn't about me its about her. "We all get a little touchy so don't beat yourself up about this. Besides we were hot together! Did you see the boys drooling out there!" she giggles a little bit at that and I'm glad I think I broke her out of the tension and myself.
"I'm pretty sure we can get any guy up there right about now. So come on lets go back to the party and have some fun before everyone starts passing out!" I grab her hand and shiver a little bit. That was weird. You know why? I ignore myself and pull her back to the party. I decide I'm done with dancing and sit down to play some games with the people at the table. Santana sits next to me and smile at me.
"You know what?"
"What?"
"I think we are going to be the greatest duo this small ass town has ever seen" she holds up her cup for me to cheers.
"They won't even know what hit them" Or you for that matter. Shh..I clink her glass and get on with the game.
A/N: Let me know what you guys think. All mistake are all of mine too so sorry about that!
