While waiting for Glee to start, everyone were talking and gossiping to each other, except Brittany was attempting to ignore Santana.
"Brit, you know you're not going to be able to keep this up for long."
Santana was right though, over the last few days Brittany found herself wondering if she could sneak over to Santana's house and fool around.
Brittany was bored. Yeah, she had Cheerios and Glee but she wouldn't go over to Santana's house because she thought her resolve would waver. She was not going to give in.
"Come on, Brit. You're just as sexually frustrated as I am."
Brittany scanned the room. Quinn was catching up with Mercedes and Sam. Kurt and Blaine were talking to Artie and Tina. Puck and Lauren were laughing over something that had happened in History, Mike hadn't showed up and Rachel was busy barking suggestions to Mr. Shue. Brittany noted that there were azaleas in the pot on Mr. Shue's desk.
Someone was missing.
Brittany looked to her right and saw Finn in the chair on the end. Rachel's bags were on the other end. Brittany deliberately stood up in the middle of another one of Santana's attempts to be persuasive.
She sat down by Finn.
"Hey, Brit."
"Hey, Finn. Why are you by yourself?"
He shrugged. "Me and Rachel broke up. "
"Again?"
"She thought I was too immature for her."
"That's dumb. You're totally mature. When you borrowed my coloring book, you stayed in the lines."
Finn smiled a small smile and shrugged again.
She glanced at Santana who sat with her arms crossed and her lips pursed.
"Hey, Finn, do you want to go out with me?"
"What?" He sputtered.
"Do you want to be my boyfriend?" She rephrased.
"I mean, I don't-"He was quiet for a minute. He looked at Brittany with her hopeful aquamarine eyes and sighed. "Okay."
"Yay!"
Glee started and Santana looked over to Finn and Brittany and felt like steam was coming out of her ears. Brittany was sitting so close to Finn that their legs were touching.
Santana ignored that it had been her that pushed Brittany to him, but everything she said was true.
Her eyes sharpened like a hawk when Finn put his arm around Brittany. She couldn't imagine why Brittany would go for someone as idiotic as that brute. Brittany could totally get someone sexier and smarter easily. Yeah, they were each other's first kiss, but that was a dare.
In eighth grade, things had changed. Santana and Brittany were best friends, and although the snobs were still snobs, they'd accepted Santana, and a new girl who'd transferred that year, Quinn. After all, they were all cheerleaders.
It was Matt Rutherford's fourteenth birthday party, which was thrown at his house, in his basement. They'd danced around, eating Cheetos and drinking punch happily. It was mostly just the cheerleaders and the jocks there, but some people had crashed, like Rachel Berry who was yelled at because she kept singing the songs at the top of her lungs.
Noah Puckerman had begged Matt to let him put beer in the punchbowl, but Matt refused saying that his mom would kill him if they got caught. So Puck downed the beer and put the bottle in the middle of the room and everyone gathered around in a circle.
Brittany, decked out in a purple shirt and white shorts with matching accessories made a worried face to Santana. Even though Brittany had been the one to help Santana, Santana was clearly the superior one. Santana tried to tutor Brittany, Santana told Brittany where to sit in class, Santana told Brittany when she'd try to call her.
"San, I've never kissed anyone before." She said. "What if I don't want to play?"
"It's okay, Brittany, I haven't either, but you need to play. Look at Berry over there." They both glanced over Santana's shoulder where Rachel sat with her arms crossed looking at all the teenagers. "She's just scared that she'll poke someone's eye out with her huge nose."
"But-"
"Look, don't even think about it. Pretend you're kissing Zac Efron or something."
"Okay…"
They took their respective spots in the circle and it was kind of fun seeing some girls chicken out and boys attempting to stick their tongue in the girls' throats.
Until it was Finn Hudson's turn.
He cleared his throat; his voice had been cracking lately and leaned forward to nervously spin the bottle, which circled the circle of teens twice, until the opening of the bottle pointed straight to Brittan. Her blue eyes widened, and she felt Santana smile at her.
She looked around, and to Finn who swallowed loudly. She leaned forward, towards the middle of the circle and Finn did, too, following her lead, until they were an inch away from each other.
Someone giggled off to Finn's left, but Brittany just looked into Finn's brown eyes with her light blue ones, until his eyelids closed, and hers did too, and they leaned forward, until their lips touched. Brittany was pretty sure Puck whistled. The kiss was very short, but very sweet for their first kiss.
Santana recalled Brittany sleeping over at her house that night, griping over how the bottle had never landed on her, but grilling her about how it felt and if Finn was a good kisser, or if she was a good kisser. Santana asked so many questions about it, Brittany cracked near midnight.
"Santana! If you want to know soooooo badly, just kiss me already. Brittany was kidding off course, but when the thought of her lips crashing against Santana's, she didn't pull away when Santana muttered, "Fine," and leaned over to press her lips to the blonde's.
Brittany liked it as much as she liked Finn's and giggled and said, "See?" and turned over on the other side of Brittany's bed to go to sleep.
Santana stayed up though, replaying her first kiss in her mind over and over again, until she fell asleep with the vision dancing behind her eyes.
Santana caught herself thinking about Brittany and looked over to her and Finn. They were discussing something kind of intensely, too intensely for Brittany, and Santana thought she caught the words, "Yeah!", "Lucky charms", and "Unicorns." She snickered at them, acting like it didn't bother her at all.
Brittany would be back in her arms in a week.
