It had been a week since they kissed under the stars.
The morning after, Santana thought Brittany had forgotten about it. It even slipped her mind the past two days because of the intense 10 hour conditioning workouts Coach Sylvester was putting them through so they could end early on Friday for the mandatory midsummer Cheerios sleepover. The grueling exercise was more than enough to tire her out, mentally and physically.
Santana had already finished showering and dressing. She was currently straightening her hair while Brittany showered in her bathroom. The brunette ran the straightener through the last strand of hair as she watched steam roll out from under the bathroom door. "Britt?" She called over her shoulder.
"Yeah?" Brittany yelled, though it came out muffled through the door.
"You should probably hurry up. We have to walk to Sasha's house remember? Plus, you still have to get dressed and dry your hair." Santana suggested, now standing in front of the bathroom door having finished her hair.
Just as the last word left her lips, the water cut off. She heard the blonde step out and pull a towel off of the rack. The brunette moved to her bed when she saw the door knob turn, not wanting to be faced with a practically naked Brittany. "It would be nice though... actually a completely naked Brittany would be bet- No, no. Stop. Not right now." She thought as the door swung open revealing a tall, pale figure clad in a fluffy, sea-themed towel.
"Sorry I was taking so long, but the water felt sooo good after those workouts... and I kind of got distracted by rubber ducky. You know he always tries to talk to me when I shower here, San." Brittany explained, brushing her hair.
Santana just giggled at the blonde's explanation, watching her every move. Brittany finished brushing out the tangles, then dropped her towel.
It wasn't uncommon for one of the girls to dress or undress in front of the other, but this time was different. Now, Santana was realizing her attraction to her best friend. She watched the colorful towel fall to the floor around Brittany's feet.
The brunette slowly drew her eyes up milky, never ending legs to her curvy hips. Then up her muscular back, stopping to appreciate the slight side-boob, and to her long hair. Santana glanced over at her vanity mirror only to be met with two darkened blue eyes, bright red cheeks, and a soft smile.
Santana blushed so hard with embarrassment that even her caramel skin tone couldn't hide it. She immediately grabbed the nearest pillow and threw it over her face. Trying to forget the previous moments, she thought back to the first few minutes of bliss that transpired last Saturday morning.
XxXx
Santana awoke to bright streams of sunlight shining through the open curtains and onto her dark comforter. She must've forgotten to close them last night in her haste to cuddle up next to Brittany. Santana moved to slide out of the bed, but the grip around her waist tightened and pulled her even closer than before.
The brunette smiled at this as she remembered last night's events. She had kissed her best friend in the whole world... probably her only real friend... and she liked it. Scratch that, she loved it. She was pretty sure the blonde liked it too by the lazy smile that had graced her features after they'd broken apart. The thought of the pleasure being mutual made her want to cuddle next to Brittany for the rest of the day, but the only way she could do that, was close the curtains.
Santana carefully separated herself from the sleeping blonde and shuffled to the window. Looking down over the small neighborhood during the early morning, was like looking at a peaceful ghost town. The idea of a peaceful ghost town was odd, but it was the only way to describe it.
She swiftly turned around at the sound of sheets rustling to see the semi conscious blonde clumsily running her hands over Santana's side. Grinning, she closed the curtains and slid back into bed. As soon as she hit the mattress, strong arms wrapped around her back and pulled her as close as possible.
"Where'd you go?" she mumbled into Santana's neck.
"Nowhere Britt-Britt. Go back to sleep." the brunette said softly. With a small nod, the blonde's breathing evened out again as she fell into dreamland. Santana soon followed.
XxXx
Once Santana lifted the pillow off of her face, she sheepishly glanced around the room until her eyes stopped on a fully clothed Brittany. She was sitting on her desk chair, brushing her naturally straight hair out. The blonde's now dry hair gleamed in the late afternoon sunlight that shown through the window. It captivated Santana.
"Like what you see?" Brittany giggled.
"Huh? Oh... Y-yeah." Santana mumbled with a slight smile.
The blonde seemed to be doing that to her a lot lately. Catching her attention and keeping it. The brunette had started noticing certain aspects about her best friend in the past week. Actually, if she was being honest with herself, the past month or so. The way Brittany's hips seemed to become curvier by the day, how long and lean her legs were. The waterfall of blonde hair that flowed down her back and how blue her eyes seemed to become when caught leering. Even how her breasts had become bigger since they'd hit puberty.
There was no doubt about it, Brittany S. Pierce was beautiful.
The blonde blushed "I like what I see, too."
"Are you ready to go?" The brunette quickly changed the subject nervous for what might happen if they continued the current back and forth flirting.
"Yepp. Ready to go!" Brittany sing-songed, pulling Santana off of the bed into sort of a twirl towards the bedroom door.
"Britt!" Santana playfully whined. "You're going to make us late! Grab your bag and come on."
The blonde skipped back to her closet to grab both her and Santana's bags. "We could be fashionably late... I mean we're fashionable and we'll probably be late." She walked to the brunette, both bags over her shoulder, and linked their pinkies, continuing down the stairs and out the front door.
"I think fashionably late means you're just a little late. I don't really think it has much to do with fashion, Britt-Britt. Although we are pretty damn fashionable." Santana reasoned.
She knew Brittany was never one for logic, even though the blonde was fairly smart. Once Brittany met Santana when they were 6, the blonde's grades started to improve. Santana was a naturally bright child, but it didn't come as naturally to Brittany. The young Latina helped push the dancer to her full potential. She may not have understood some things at first, but once Santana explained it in a way Brittany could comprehend, it made learning easier for her.
Although the teachers, Brittany, Santana, and the Pierces knew the blonde's grades were above average, the student body still made fun of her. Santana always made sure to protect and comfort Brittany whenever she could.
"Then we'll just be late. What do you think we'll do at the sleepover? Do you think they'll haze us or something?" The blonde asked.
"Nahh. And if they do, I'm sure it won't be too bad. If it gets bad, I'll go all Lima Heights on them."
"But San, Lima Heights isn't that bad. Almost everyone here has a pool and a bunch of cool stuff."
"You know that and I know that, but they don't. We can let them think its the wrong side of the tracks. Okay, B?" Santana said.
"Okay." Brittany replied as she began kicking a crushed can down the sidewalk. "Wanna play kick the can? Or we could play another game?"
"Sure." The brunette smiled.
XxXx
They played kick the can, ISpy, and a few other games on the way to the head cheerleader's house. Before they arrived, they met up with Quinn Fabray, their friend and fellow Cheerio.
The three of them had been friends since the summer before 1st grade. It took some time for Quinn to warm up to the idea of Brittany. Before Brittany came along, Santana and Quinn were the pair. They weren't close friends, but they lead everyone around them. Sometimes, they even bossed a few teachers around. But once Quinn realized Brittany wasn't a threat to her position, she welcomed her with open arms. Ever since then, they were commonly known as the Unholy Trinity amongst the student and teachers.
"Yo, Q!" Santana yelled, beckoning Quinn over to them. They were a block away from Sasha's house when they spotted her waiting for them on the sidewalk. The three had decided to meet up before going to the sleepover so they could discuss how to impress their fellow team mates.
"S. Britt. Are you guys ready to turn on the charm? If we don't impress them and show that we're badasses tonight, they'll treat us like dirt and walk all over us." Quinn remarked.
"I don't want to be treated like dirt. Or walked on." Brittany pouted.
"We won't be treated like dirt, Britt. Or walked all over because we are badasses. Look at us." Santana emphasized.
"Right. Now, are you ladies ready? Because I know I am. I don't care what it takes, I'm making head cheerleader." The shorter blonde declared with determination in her eyes.
Santana and Brittany simply nodded. They were ready for anything.
XxXx
It was 1am and so far, things had been going well. The three were doing a great job at buttering up some of the most respected Cheerios without sounding like they were kissing up. Brittany spent some time showing a few Cheerios dance steps she'd learned during her classes while Santana and Quinn gossiped with the rest, slipping in a compliment here and there. But now, they were playing spin the bottle.
Santana was nervous. She looked around the circle of girls in a calm, collected manner although inside, she was freaking out. To her left was a still determined Quinn. To her right was a giggling, bubbly Brittany practically drunk off of all the excitement around her.
It had been 30 minutes since they started playing and it was her turn. Slowly, she reached out to the bottle, and spun it. As it spun round and round, she glanced at each person in the circle. Every one of them was watching the bottle spin. Most had a mischievous look in their eyes, some looked a bit tipsy. They must've brought their own alcohol with them. She looked over to Quinn, but she was in another world. She could tell the blonde was caught up in her mind and not really paying attention even though her eyes were trained on the now slowing bottle. She looked over to Brittany who still looked as excited as half an hour before. If not, more so than earlier. Santana heard giggling when she looked up to see where the bottle landed.
The nozzle of the bottle was pointing directly at Brittany.
Trying to act as normal as possible, she turned towards her best friend. Brittany was already facing her and leaning forward. Santana leaned in just enough for their lips to touch before pulling back to her previous position.
Everyone stared for a mere second before moving on to the next player. But Santana's eyes were still trained on Brittany. She analyzed the blonde's face. There was a glint in her eye, a slight blush over her freckles, and she was biting her lip with a smirk. Clearly she wanted more. Santana smiled and held up a finger to signal, one second.
She turned to see the rest of the girls were now on a different game. It seemed like a drinking game, considering they were watching a movie with multiple shot glasses around them and a few bottles of tequila. Santana moved her hand to Brittany's, linking their pinkies as she stood up. She dragged the dancer to the nearest bathroom, giggling along the way. Once inside the tastefully styled room, Brittany shut the door behind them.
"Kissing you is fun. I want to do it some more." Brittany spoke in a low tone, moving towards the brunette and pushing her against the counter.
Brittany pressed up against her and moved her lips fluidly with Santana's. Brittany wrapped her arms around Santana's waist and Santana threw her arms around Brittany's neck, pulling her closer. They kissed for a good 5 minutes, breathing heavily through their noses. Brittany pulled back just long enough to pick the brunette up and set her on the counter. The blonde moved between carmel legs, and they wrapped around her waist. Santana resumed the kissing and threaded her fingers through Brittany's hair. She took a slightly swollen, pink bottom lip between her own and sucked before running her tongue along it, requesting granted it, deepening the kiss. Her hands continued squeezing at the brunette's sides, enjoying every minute of it.
"S? Britt? You guys in there?" Santana immediately removed her hands from blonde hair, and as gently as possible, pushed pale shoulders back to answer the familiar voice.
"Uh, yeah. Yeah. We were just, uhm, fixing our hair and stuff. Gotta look good to impress right?"
"Whatever, just hurry up. We still have some ass kissing to do." Quinn said before heading back to the living room.
They stayed completely still until they were sure Quinn was gone. "Thank God, Quinn's proper enough to knock. I don't think we locked the door." Santana breathed out, relieved, but worried.
Brittany walked over to the door and clicked the lock. "Sorry, I guess I forgot to lock it. I was just really caught up in making out." the blonde explained.
"Look, Britt. Making out with you is awesome. Like, really awesome. But, nobody else can know about it, okay? It has to be our little secret."
"Okay... If they knew, people would probably get jealous. I mean we are the hottest girls on the Cheerios."
"Definitely, B. Definitely." Santana agreed.
Brittany helped Santana off the counter and they began to fix their hair, clothes, and makeup before heading back to the rest of the girls. Brittany went back with her bright attitude, but Santana returned with a strange feeling. She decided to push it to the back of her mind and have fun with her best friend.