Chapter 3
You place your computer on your coffee table and sit down on the couch. Skype is already calling Regina Pierce and you sip your tea as you drum your fingers to the usual Skype song. Your mom's face comes into view and the first thing you see is her white teeth because she's smiling so brightly.
"Britttttany!" she practically screams at you and you have to turn down the volume so your ears don't start bleeding.
"Hey mom! Where's dad?" you ask, because you want to talk to both of them.
"He's right here, honey. Come on, Roger!" You chuckle because your mom is always so enthusiastic about everything. After you've said hello to your dad, they start asking you how you are and you tell them about your apartment and how close it is to all the stores. You tell them that you're going to start looking for a job tomorrow morning and they smile at you.
You talk for 30 more minutes before you tell them you have to hang up so you can call Quinn.
They wave at you and you wave back. "Tell Tubbs I said hi!" you say last second and they promise you they will.
Quinn doesn't have Skype so you call her on your phone. She answers right away and she asks you all the questions you could possibly ask when you haven't seen your best friend in four days.
When she asks you if you've seen any hot girls yet, you suddenly feel your face gets warm. You contemplate telling her about Santana. Quinn's your best friend, you could tell her. Plus, you really need to talk about it because Santana has been driving you crazy.
"There's this one girl… She lives in my building," you say and Quinn instantly squeals down the line.
"The girl next door! Is she hot?" you laugh because 'hot' would be an understatement.
"She's freakin' beautiful, Quinn" you say and she squeals again.
When Quinn has told you exactly how to flirt with Santana, you say goodbye and hang up. You're not going to take Quinn's advice at dressing up in a corset and knock at Santana's door in the middle of the night.
Monday morning comes crashing down at your face and you feel the pressure of getting out and find yourself a job. You can't lock yourself in your apartment and ignore the outside world so you put your clothes on, get your resume and walk out the door.
After walking around stores all day and actually getting yourself a few interviews next week, you slump down on your couch and wiggle out of your shoes. You're exhausted and the only thing you want to do is sleep. You stretch out your body and turn on the TV.
Just as you're about to actually pass out, your phone chimes from its place on the coffee table. You pick it up and see Quinn's name on the lit up screen.
"Yo," you croak out, trying to sound gangster. You hear Quinn chuckle on the other end.
"How's Santana?" she asks and you roll your eyes.
"Was that the reason you called?" Quinn makes a sound that is a mix between a snort and a hum.
"Maybe. Have you talked to her since last time?" she asks and you roll your eyes sideways again.
"Since you called last time? About 24 hours ago? No." You say with a playful tone.
"Okay, well you have to tell me what happens between you two!"
"Why do you think anything will happen? I just think she's beautiful, there's nothing more," you say, more to yourself than Quinn.
She only snorts again before hanging up and you toss the phone away from your ear with a little smile before letting sleep take over your senses.
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"You know what? I'm tired of you using me and my apartment to hide from your hook-ups!" You exclaim as you walk through the apartment towards the kitchen where your bacon are almost ready to be served.
It's been a week since the last time you saw her. Now it's Saturday morning again and you're starting to think she has some kind of routine to always visit you on Saturday and Sunday mornings. That's when she needs to hide from the people she's dragged home the night before. You wonder if she ever spends the nights at their places.
"Aw, come on Britts" she coos in your ear when she comes to stand next to you by the stove. "You can touch me again if you let me stay..."
Stuck between embarrassment and anger, you turn to her cocky grin and stare her down with, what you assume is, a penetrating gaze.
"It was you who touched your own ass with only the help of my hand!" You're so angry right now that when you stare at her mocha brown eyes, you just want to kiss her hard like you've never kissed anyone before. But that would probably not be such a good idea.
"But you liked it." she states like it's obvious. You raise your eye brows. "Right?" she asks when you don't answer. "Wait, you don't like my ass?"
Deciding not to say anything that would maybe make you reveal just how much you actually liked it, you turn around to take the pan off the stove.
"Just because 'everyone' likes your body doesn't mean I do" you hiss.
Santana doesn't answer and when you turn around to watch her expression, confusion is written all over her face.
"Do you find me attractive, like at all?"
Deciding to still be mad at her, you shake your head 'no'.
"Oh," is all she can say.
The sad pout on her face doesn't stop her from asking more questions though.
"Are you even gay? Like do you like girls?"
You want to laugh because she really looks so disappointed and it kind of feels great to finally have the upper hand in this confusing non-existing relationship. You want to keep playing with her so you shake your head again even though you're gay as a rainbow dolphin.
A few seconds pass before she gets that mischievous smile on her face.
"So..." She gets closer to you, much like she did last week when she let you touch her butt. "If I do... stuff... to you, you won't get turned on?" Now she's so close, you can feel her hot breath on your cheek. You close your eyes shut so she can't look straight through your lie. "Because you're not attracted to me?"
When you feel her lips ghost over your jaw you have to step back a few steps, which leads you to get caught between Santana and the kitchen counter. You can feel how she places her hands on the counter behind you, on either side of your body. You inhale a sharp breath through your lips when you feel her plump lips press lightly against your jaw line.
"San- t- ana," You meant for your voice to be stern but it came out more as a moan.
"M-hm" she answers before peppering kisses down to the base of your neck. Suddenly you feel her tongue poke out and hotly slide from the base of your neck all the way back up to your jaw line and you're pretty sure you just lost all control you had left over your body.
You unintentionally buck your hips slightly as your breathing gets heavier.
Suddenly you feel her fingertips against your hips, grazing the skin just below your bellybutton. Her hand feels electric against your own body and you shiver from her touch. When her hands gets higher and her lips start to kiss along the line her tongue was tracing just seconds ago, you moan her name in her left ear.
Your hands come crawling back to her jean-clad behind and you squeeze it as Santana press harder against your body.
Suddenly there's at least 12 inches between your bodies. You slowly open your eyes to see Santana watching you with an intense gaze.
"You're so gay rainbows come pouring out your mouth whenever you speak. And I'm pretty sure you're attracted to me if I should take any of your moans as a sign. Don't lie to me again because I can see right through you".
And with that Santana Lopez is out of your apartment followed by a bang when the door closes behind her.
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You love Sunday mornings. Your dad always used to cook an epic breakfast with eggs and bacon and pancakes. Your mom made fresh orange juice and you'd sit together and talk and eat for hours. It's you're favorite day just because of that.
But when you wake up at 9am on this specific Sunday, you can smell neither the pancakes nor the orange juice. Your dad hasn't turned up the volume of the soul music he always listens to and your mom isn't whistling while blow drying her hair.
No, this Sunday is quite different.
It started with the usual knocking and you knew exactly who it was. You didn't even need to open the door. Santana already found your extra key in the flower pot outside your apartment. You're walking out of your bedroom, with shorts and a top that ends right above your navel and also shows off a good amount of your round boobs, when Santana comes rushing through your front door.
She stops right in front of you and let her gaze drop down your body as you cross your arms over your chest to shield as much as you can. You clear your throat and Santana looks like a deer caught in the headlights when she finally meets your eyes. You only smile at her and she timidly smiles back.
You point a thumb over your shoulder towards your bedroom. "I'll go change, then we can have breakfast…" you're already used to her wanting breakfast when she comes over so you went grocery shopping yesterday to prepare yourself for her visit, since you didn't have enough food at home.
"No!" she shrieks and you almost jump out of your skin due to the volume of her voice.
You quickly look back into her eyes and arch your eye brows as if to tell her you're confused.
"You don't want breakfast…?" you ask. You're kind of disappointed because you actually like having breakfast with her, even though it takes a lot of you to admit that.
"No, I mean, you don't have to change… I'll… I'll stop checking you out, if it makes you uncomfortable… It's… you don't have to change because I'm here…" You want to laugh because she looks so confused and you also want to laugh because that's the biggest lie you've ever heard. You're pretty sure Santana never stops checking people out, even if that makes them uncomfortable.
You know she only wants you to keep these clothes on, so that she can stare. But you don't say anything. You just brush her shoulder with yours gently on your way past her to the kitchen.
You decide to make some tea and when you stretch your arm up towards the top shelf for tea bags; Santana takes that time to walk through the door. You know this position only makes your shirt ride even further up your body but you can't seem to shield yourself as Santana's eyes once again rake your body. It kind of makes your skin crawl in the best of ways and a flutter to erupt somewhere low in your abdomen.
When the tea finally is ready and you're both placed in chairs opposite each others, you let out a sigh and watch Santana as she takes small sips from her cup. You're not aware of the grin playing at your lips when Santana has to cross her eyes to see what she's drinking. She's holding the cup with both hands and she's so adorable you just want to round the table and hug her.
Before you start to stand up and do just that, you take a sip from your own cup and try not to think about this cute side of Santana. Or the hot side of her either because that's just as distracting.
You decide it's time for some TV so you ask Santana if she's up for Jersey Shore or something. The way her eyes light up when you mention Jersey Shore makes you think she really likes that show. Which you find awesome, because it's your favorite show. Snooky is the funniest and she makes the whole show worth watching.
When you chance a glance at the clock and see that it's already ten, you wonder if she actually has time to watch this show with you or if her one night stand will be out of her apartment soon.
"You're friend's sleeping in today… You must have really tired her or him out…" You blush at the comment because you didn't mean it exactly like that. Santana's blushing too and when she only smiles sheepishly you know that something is up. Usually she would smile brightly and brag about her fingers but she doesn't and you don't know why.
"Actually… I didn't take anyone home yesterday" she almost whispers and you have to lean slightly forward to hear her. But when you do, you're too surprised to even say anything back.
"I didn't feel like it, I was really tired and stuff…" she trails off and walks past you into the living room.
You want to fist bump the air because you're happy. You're happy because she came here even though she didn't need to hide from anyone.
You're almost so happy that you want to sit on her lap when she sits herself down in one corner of your couch. But instead you choose the place right next to her so that your thighs are touching when you lean your head back and make yourself comfortable.
You reach to your side to pick up the remote to flick the TV on. You go to your DVR and click start on the episode that just aired last night.
Santana looks at you from the corner of her eye and she still looks kind of nervous. You smile at her and pat her thigh with your hand.
"It's okay. People get tired sometimes. I get it." You're still smiling and you let your hand rest on her thigh for a moment longer because the fabric of her jeans is really soft against your palm.
At least that's what you're telling yourself when your fingers trail higher up her leg and you start a rhythm with your fingertips against her inner thigh when music starts pumping through your surround system.
You hear Santana take in a deep breath and you look at her face. Her eyes are half closed and her lips are tucked into her mouth.
You let your fingers glide further up her thigh and her eyes press closed for a second as if to regain some control. You can't seem to stop looking at her reactions and you seem to love the fact that it's because of your touch she has problems controlling herself.
"Not fair..." You snap your eyes down to her mouth to watch her utter those words. You stop your hand from almost crawling inside her jeans and tuck both of your hands in your own lap.
"Sorry," and that's the only thing you can say. You don't know how that happened. You only wanted to pat her knee a little. Santana smiles smugly at you as you look at her through your eye lashes.
"It's okay. But you can't do that and then go say you're not attracted to me," she states and you have to agree with her. That's unfair.
"Okay." You say while looking back at the TV. JWoww is fighting with her boyfriend and you have to roll your eyes because come on, break up already.
"Maybe we should just have sex."
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