Note: Sorry, this chapter is extremely short. It's because I've worked out roughly what's going to happen in each chapter and this 'scene' was a lot shorter than I originally thought it would be!
A review would be really nice please, feedback = food for writing.
Oh and thanks for reading )
FLASHBACK
Brittany stood in front of her locker, took a quick look around and threw the Voodoo doll Santana had made of Rachel into the practically empty locker. Brittany had managed to discreetly take it and hide it from Santana, who had been talking to Artie when they'd first entered the choir room before Mr. Schue had come in. She didn't want Rach to see it because it would probably hurt her feelings. Brittany really liked Rachel, not that she'd let on just how much in front of Santana because it would most likely result in her being even meaner to Rachel than she already was. Brittany jumped letting out a small squeak when she felt a presence behind her. Thinking it was Santana - she quickly slammed her locker shut.
"Hey! Karen-with-lower-IQ, where's Gretchen-fake-boobs and Regina-with-stretch-marks?"
Brittany mentally kicked herself again for ever mentioning Mean Girls to Coach Sylvester,
"Oh, I um - I'm not sure coach..."
"That's Mrs. Sylvester to you now, blondie. Well, anyway. I just wanted to tell you, Q and boobs-mcGee to keep in shape this summer. Oh and whatever you do, don't throw away your Cheerio's uniforms..."
It took Brittany a few seconds to work out what Sue meant - by the time she had, Sue was already swaggering down the corridor. Brittany smiled to herself and turned back towards her locker. The school corridors were mostly empty now - so when Santana appeared from around the corner, Brittany was able to meet her soft gaze and hold it until Santana stopped about a meter in front of her. Brittany's light blue eyes softened when she saw pain in the choclate brown ones opposite her. The same engaging brown eyes she often found herself getting lost in, the same eyes that made her forget herself whenever they held her own, the same eyes that did funny things to her insides when they were hooded with lust. Brittany wanted to break the silence, it wasn't like it was awkward but Brittany had the feeling that Santana needed to say something and was too scared to initiate the conversation. The problem was Brittany didn't know what to say, so she settled for an anti-climatic
"Hey..." Santana smiled, she knew exactly what Brittany was doing, the smile didn't reach her eyes though - something Brittany didn't fail to notice, "Hey Britt, I just wanted to say bye, I know that you're going to Nanna P's on Sunday, so..." Her voice wavered slightly, but Brittany was distracted by Santana's outstretched arms and expectant expression. Brittany stepped into the familiar embrace with almost no hesitation. Santana encircled Brittany, her strong muscular arms practically clinging onto Brittany's neck. Brittany's arms automatically went around Santana's waist and she linked her hands before gently placing them on the small of Santana's back - a place she knew like the back of her hand. Both girls had closed their eyes, the physical contact between them wasn't anything new, but it just felt...different. The hug was sort of an amalgamation of everything that had happened these past two years. They both felt it, so when Brittany pulled the girl in tighter Santana didn't protest. But it was hard . The skin on skin, the feeling of their bodies tightly clung together, it made the memories of them together come flooding back; all of their late night encounters, moans and shouts of pleasure, whispered promises in the light of the early morning. No matter what, hugging Santana always left Brittany almost breathless. She was powerless to prevent the jump of her stomach and the flush of heat that spread through her body like fire, "I'll speak to before then, I'll call you..." Brittany whispered softly turning her head ever so slightly, plush lips gently brushing against Santana's ear. At any other time the contact would have undoubtedly aroused Santana, especially remembering where Brittany's mouth used to travel after her lips tickled her ear like that... But her libido was the last thing on Santana's mind right now. She disengaged her arms which took some mental effort and Brittany followed suit, stepping away to regard Santana's face. She was clearly avoiding eye contact though - looking anywhere but the sea of piercing blue she new she'd find if she looked up, "Don't..." The word came out as softly as a breath, so quiet that Brittany wasn't even sure Santana had said anything. Still avoiding Brittany's perceptive gaze, Santana turned briskly on the spot and just walked away. Brittany watched Santana's quickly retreating form - she could see the muscles tighten in Santana's neck, something Brittany knew only happened when Santana was holding back tears. Brittany stood motionless and dumbfounded until she saw Santana round the corner and disappear out of sight. Even then it took a few moments until she could even blink again...
PRESENT DAY
"Don't..."
Don't what exactly? Don't call Santana before she goes to her Grandma's? Don't call Santana whilst she was at her Grandma's? Don't call Santana at all? These questions were the sole cause of Brittany's confusion. Nevertheless, Brittany did as she was told. Not one to ignore a request from the person that matters most to her. She didn't call - because Santana didn't want her to. She had been trying to avoid asking herself why, especially since she'd practically bared her soul only an hour or so before Santana's whispered plea. So she was extremely grateful when her mum called up to her,
"Brittany, honey - someone at the door for you!"
P.S - please pretend the Mean Girls reference didn't happen, idk why I wanted to slip that in there!