So, tonight we are going out to a club to, as Quinn put it, welcome Brittany into our circle of friends. We all were supposed to go last Friday, but Quinn decided it would be more fun if she stayed and worked on her art project instead. She has been working on this project all semester. I think Rachel had something going on too. The point is, we didn't go, but tonight we are and I am a little nervous about it, which is why I have been preparing myself for the better part of an hour, mentally and physically, for this night.
"Come on Santana!" Quinn bangs on the bathroom door. "We're gonna be late."
I drop the tube of eye liner I was holding in the sink and let out a loud groan. "Relax, Fabray! You can't be late if you didn't specify a time," I roll my eyes. Quinn is one of those people who absolutely hate being late and I could really care less.
"But we have to go, and you're not even dressed yet," she yells.
Oh crap, she's right. I guess I was so distracted that I forgot the most important thing, the dress. "Pick something out for me," I call and go back to working on my mascara.
I hear Quinn grumble before she walks away. A few minutes later she is back at the door, knocking again. "Here," she sighs.
I open the door and my mouth drops into an 'o' shape. "The red dress?" I gasp.
"The red dress." She states, quirking an eyebrow. I smile and grab the dress from her and slam the door in her face.
"You're welcome," she says sarcastically.
I don't answer, I just hurry up and pull the dress over my head.
I give myself one more look over before I open the door, "I'm ready now."
Quinn's mouth falls open. "Damn, Santana," she says. "You look hot!" I am wearing my skin tight red dress. Kurt always used to tell me that red was my color. I don't agree all that much with his fashion sense, but he was right about this one.
"I always look hot," I smirk. "You look alright too. I guess." Quinn gives me a playful shove.
"We need to meet them at Portobello's and we still have to catch a cab," Quinn says brushing past me to touch up her make-up in the mirror.
"Portobello's? Is that the one that's right down the street from the club?" I ask leaning against the doorway.
"Yeah, its Rachel's favorite place. Since it was her idea I thought I would let her pick where we were eating tonight." Quinn is running her finger along her bottom lip adjusting her lip gloss.
"Great, so it's probably gonna suck." I say with a sigh.
"You don't know that, Santana." She gives me a pointed look through the mirror.
"Yeah, I do. She always picks really weird places."
"This is an Italian place. You love Italian food."
"I love Breadstixx Quinn, Breadstixx," I correct her.
Breadstixx is my favorite place ever. I have never found an Italian place that I love more, and believe me, I have tried. I devoted a whole week during summer break to try and find a replacement for Breadstixx. I swear I went to every single Italian restaurant within a 20 mile radius. I ate so many different breadsticks that I could literally tell the difference between all the different ingredients they use. Not to mention, I now know where all the good breadsticks joints are hiding and its not at Portobello's, and nothing has even come close to my one true love, Breadstixx breadsticks.
"Whatever, this isn't about you tonight. It's about Brittany. Apparently her mom had a heart attack or something and had to have some kind of surgery." The mention of Brittany's name perks me up a little bit. I smile.
"Yeah, I know. I'm just being difficult. Brittany deserves a fun night out after everything." I say to Quinn.
Quinn stops what she is dong with her make-up and looks up. "You really like her, huh?" Quinn asks her eyes narrowing at my reflection in the mirror.
"Yeah," I say, "and she's had a rough few weeks. She also told me she was picked on in school a lot." I want to tell Quinn that I like Brittany in the way that she liked Puck or Finn, her ex-boyfriends, but I can't. I can say it in my head. I can tell myself that I know I like girls, but once I say it out loud, things change.
I know Quinn. She wouldn't have a problem with it, I think, but what if she does? What if she suddenly thinks that I have a crush on her? Would things change between us? Deep down I know that she won't, Quinn will accept me, but there is always that tiny sliver of doubt.
It would just be nice to have someone to talk to about all of this. It could even be a stranger on the subway. How do you even tell the people you care about that you have been hiding yourself, your true self, from them because you were just so afraid?
So, yeah, I can stand here and say that I know I like girls. I find them attractive, but I can't get that to leave my brain and force it out into the universe.
"Aww," Quinn's voice snaps me from my inner rant. "Who on earth could be mean to that girl, she's so sweet?"
I sigh because she's right, being mean to Brittany is like kicking a puppy, but I guess there are some evil people out there who go around kicking puppies. "I know, but like you said, I just want her to have a good time. You too Quinn, when's the last time you went out to have some fun?"
"Don't even get me started. Art projects take a lot of time." I smile at Quinn because I know that she really doesn't care that they take up a lot of her free time. That girl loves what she does and after everything she went through in high school, with the pregnancy, the accident, I would say she deserves to be happy.
/
Quinn and I arrive at the restaurant and find that Rachel and Brittany already have a table. They are sitting on opposite side and Quinn goes to sit next to Rachel. Brittany is looking down at her phone. I stand on the outside of the booth and when Brittany meets my gaze she chokes a little on her water.
"Woah," she lets out. "You look- hott."
I feel my cheeks heating up at the complement. My heart starts beating just a little bit faster in my chest and I let my eyes roam over Brittany. She is wearing a black strapless dress and to say she looks hot, would be the understatement of the century. She looks absolutely stunning. "Uh- so do you," I say with my mouth agape.
I look over to Quinn and see her smirking down at her plate. I kind of just stand awkwardly on the outside of the booth.
"Are you going to sit down?" Brittany asks with a piece of bread stuffed in her mouth. I shouldn't find that adorable, but I do.
"Um-"
Quinn quickly cuts me of. "Santana can't sit on the outside of the booth."
"Haha," I fake laugh in Quinn's direction. I can sit on the outside of the booth, I just don't like to. "I- I just feel like everyone is watching me eat, but that's okay," I start to sit down.
"No-no," Brittany says and gently pushes on my waist. Her touch sends electricity shooting through my body. "I don't mind. Actually I prefer it because then I can go to the bathroom whenever," she smiles at me and motions for me to enter the booth.
"Thanks," I shyly smile back and sit down, but not before throwing Quinn a glare.
The waitress comes over a few minutes later and ask us all what we want to eat. I get the fettuccini Alfredo and so does Quinn. Rachel gets some weird salad thing, and Brittany gets spaghetti and meatballs.
"You're a lefty?" Brittany asks while she's slurping up a string of spaghetti.
"mhm," I reply.
"Cool," is all Brittany says and then I feel something brush against my right hand and wrap around my pinky. I look down to our hands and I see she has laced her pinky with mine. I look back up and find blue eyes smiling back at me.
It's strange and comforting at the same time. Her pinky finger might as well be wrapped around my heart. Each time I hang out with Brittany, I like her a little bit more. Each time I feel that much closer to her, like we are building some sort of bridge into each other's lives.
Butterflies fill my stomach when I think about her. When I think about the way she looks; so beautiful and so elegant. When I think about her perfect skin and the warmth that radiates from her touch from her body being so close. I want to be closer to her, so much closer.
"Brittany, I really hope your mom will be okay," Rachel says snapping me out of my Brittany daze.
"Yeah me too," Brittany sounds deflated. I look up to her face and see sadness written across her features. I give her pinky a squeeze in mine. "I actually talked to her today. She just sounds so drained. I really wish I could go see her." Brittany looks down to her plate of food.
My heart aches in my chest, seeing her like this. I really hate seeing her sad. She should never have to be sad.
"Why can't you visit?" Quinn asks.
"I don't have a way to get home. My parents told me I didn't need a car when I got here. They were right, I don't need one to travel around the city, but to get home I do. Flying is too expensive."
My dad is the exact opposite. He insisted that I have a car, so I could come and visit. Clearly I'm doing a lot of good there.
"Santana could drive you back," Quinn all but shouts at Brittany. I narrow my eyes at her from across the table. She gives me a pointed look.
"Uh- yeah, I could drive you back. If you want, if you don't want me to that's cool," I say suddenly. "I have a car here and I did tell my dad I would visit soon," Quinn smiles to herself, giving me that smug look she knows I hate, but Rachel stare at me, shocked.
"but what about class-" Brittany starts, but I quickly cut her off.
"You said you have Fridays and Mondays off?" Brittany nods, "And what time do you get out Thursday?"
"noon."
"See, we could leave right after your last class and be in Lima before midnight, then leave on Monday morning." I smile at my genius plan.
"That sounds like a great idea," Rachel says from across the table. "How very thoughtful, Santana."
"Thanks?" I say hesitantly.
"I don't know," Brittany speaks. "I don't want to make you drive all that way."
"Oh no," Quinn says. "She needs to go, I have been trying to get her to go back there forever now." I give Quinn an evil glare which she rightfully returns. She has been trying to get me to go back for part of the summer, a holiday, but I always refuse. But going with Brittany, it's not just about my family, it's about hers, and making her happy. She deserves to be happy. Plus, I could take the trip to get to know her better.
Also, I silently thank Quinn, even though I shouldn't because she is evil, but I do regardless.
"Okay. Yeah, let's do it." Brittany says excitedly. I squeeze her pinky in mine again.
/
Rachel, Brittany and I are sitting at a table in the corner of the club when Quinn comes back carrying 4 shots, "shots for everyone!" she yells and hands one to each of us. Quinn takes her seat again which is next to Rachel, "here's to our wonderful new friend, Brittany."
Brittany laughs a little and we all raise our glasses and clink them together.
The shot burns going down my throat. I hate tequila. I usually stick to mixed drinks and I've already had more than I wanted to drink tonight. I'm starting to feel a little bit tipsy.
"Ugh," I slam my shot glass down on the table and make a disgusted face and let out a strangled cough.
"Come on Santana, even Rachel can handle the tequila," Quinn shoots at me.
Tequila was the first alcohol I ever had. Some guys kept feeding me shots at my first high school party. I didn't want to be a loser, so I kept drinking them. My body was not happy about that the next day. I was sick all week and the next time I tried to take a shot, I ended up barfing. It's pretty awful. In fact, right now I am starting to feel a little queasy.
"I'm good- I'm good," I say and Brittany and Rachel let out a little holler.
"Let dance!" Rachel yells. "Guys! I wanna danceee," and before we even has time to react, Rachel disappears to the dance floor.
"Rachel- Rachel wait!" Quinn gets up and chases after her. I laugh a little to myself as I watch Quinn chase after a tipsy Rachel. Then I realize that Brittany and I are left alone.
I slowly turn my head to see her starting off to the dance floor, like she is just itching to get out there. She vaguely mentioned to me how much she loves to dance when we talked about coming here a few days ago. "Wanna dance?" I smirk at her. In the next instant she gets out of her chair and pulls me along with her. "I'll take that as a yes!"
"I always want to dance," she says over her shoulder. We get to the middle of the dance floor and she turns around and presses her body against mine, "and you look really hot tonight," she husks into my ear. Her voice is low and it sends a shiver down my body.
Brittany starts to run her hands all over my back. I probably look like a complete idiot because I am just standing there, to stunned to even move. I haven't seen this side of her. Its sexy and confident. I mean I saw her dance before at the gym when she thought I wasn't looking, but she was dancing by herself. Now she's dancing with me and pressing herself up against me. I think my head is going to explode.
If I had butterflies before, now I have horses. Yes, horses are galloping around in my stomach. It's exhilarating and I want more, so I boldly grab onto her waist and start moving with her. Brittany smiles at me, so I must be doing something right.
The alcohol is starting to take affect and I feel myself getting more daring. I turn so that my back is facing her front. I bring my hands up and run them through my hair as I push my body back against hers. Brittany brings he hands to rest on my stomach and moves with me.
My heart is racing so fast and hard, but is she feels so amazing and I can't stop. I don't want to stop. My chest is heaving up and down when she spins me back around to face her, our faces just an inch apart. I let out a surprised gasp at the sudden closeness. Our eyes meet and Brittany's are the darkest shade of blue I have ever seen. Her eyes flicker from mine to my lips and then back up. She opens her mouth slightly and I think she's going to say something but all she does is lick her lips.
Brittany leans forward just a few millimeters and my heart almost beats right out of my chest. Then she tilts her head to the side a little and I feel her breath tickle my ear. She doesn't say anything. She just breathes and the heat of her breath running down the slope of my neck is almost too much. Brittany runs her nose up my neck slowly and the back down.
I stand rooted to the ground feeling more turned on than I have ever been and it's all because she smelled me. Brittany lays her head down on the crook of my neck. I am fairly certain the she lays a little kiss there because I feel something soft and warm touch my neck.
I want to ask to say or do something, but I don't know what. I am pretty sure if I try and speak right now all that will leave my mouth would be a squeak and I don't want to squeak, so I just stand still and let her lean against me and enjoy this moment.
Brittany and I keep dancing together and soon Rachel and Quinn make their way over to us. We all dance together and I am having so much fun. I don't remember the last time I enjoyed myself this much. Someone walks over to the four of us and hands us all a shot.
"From the guys at the bar," the waitress says and Brittany looks to me and shrugs her shoulders. Despite the fact that I have had too much already and that I hate shots, I take it anyway because why the hell not?!
This time it was worse than the first one, I actually do gag and of course Quinn is there to make fun of me again, "shu- up!" I slur, "you know I hate tequila."
But she doesn't say anything, she just keeps dancing. I'm pretty sure she is just keeping a close eyes on Rachel though. Rachel tends to get a little too wasted and too out of control. I look over to where they are standing and Rachel is falling all over Quinn.
We actually lost her one night we were out. She just walked right out of the bar while Quinn and I were going to the restroom. It took us three hours to find her. Turns out she went to the bar next door. She claims she knew what she was doing, but when we got in there she was hanging off some sweaty, drunk biker guy. I know for a fact that Rachel Berry would never do anything like that sober. So we never let her out of our sight anymore. Quinn is used to it though so she usually babysits Berry, which I am totally fine with. I very rarely go out with them anyway. I don't really do the whole crowd thing. Hanging at home with friends is cool, but I prefer not to go out to party.
Brittany is tugging me back into her a moment later. Quinn and Rachel have disappeared again and we spend the rest of the evening just going crazy on the dance floor.
/
"Shit," I say as I stumble into my apartment.
"Whoa," Brittany calls and grabs me around my waist. She steadies me before turning back around to close the door to my apartment. As soon as her hands leave my body, I stumble forward again. She rushes back to my side to keep me from face planting into the floor.
She's so strong. "You're so strong," I think out loud. "You're like superwoman!"
Brittany giggles into my ear and smiles. "Let's get you to your bedroom." Brittany begins to guide me toward my room, but I dig my heels into the carpet.
"Wait, wait, wait," I say, bringing my finger up over my lips. "Do you hear that?" I ask quietly.
Brittany stops moving and looks around the apartment with the funniest face. "I don't hear anything." She sounds confused.
I stand there with my finger in the air to keep her quiet, and I walk around the couch. I faintly hear music, but I can't tell where it's coming from. Brittany must be able to hear it now because she walks over to the couch and picks up the blanket and something falls and hits the floor. Brittany bends down to pick it up.
"Heyyyy," I say a little too loudly. "You found my iPod. You're like my favoritest person ever!" I smile at her and take the iPod in my hands bringing it up to my chest in a tight embrace. "You found it cause you're superwoman, didn't you? It's okay, Brittany, I can keep a secret."
"Okay," she says hesitantly. "I am superwoman, but you have to keep quiet about this," she points her finger in my face.
I nod my head up and down furiously. "Won't tell a soul," I say.
"Good," she winks. "It'll be out little secret. Now, I must take you to my secret layer-"
"Wanky" I smirk.
Brittany playfully slaps my arm before grabbing one and pulling me onto her back. My arms lock around her neck as she begins to run toward my room. "ahhh" I scream while giggling on top of Brittany's back.
When she gets into my room she turns around so she can gently place me on my bed. I fall back onto the mattress with a soft thud and she comes to lay beside me.
"We're going to hate ourselves in the morning," I groan, rolling over so that my face is buried into her shoulder.
"Mmm," she mumbles and scoots a little closer to me. "You're gonna hate yourself. I'm not drunk."
"What?!" I swear she drank as much as I did.
"I don't really like to drink, besides I have a class tomorrow morning that I actually teach. It's a cycling class."
"Did you have fun tonight?" I ask turning my head toward her and suddenly turning serious.
"I had a blast," she smiles at me, "and you are a pretty good dancer. What happened in class?"
About a week ago, we all decided (well it was actually Brittany's idea), that instead of doing the spinning class, we do a dance class. It was so embarrassing.
When I saw Brittany move like that, I just couldn't turn away. She was amazing.
"I was distracted," I mumble. Then I start to realize that I basically just told her that I was ogling her during class and I start to panic, "I-I mean, it's just you-"
"Santana,-"
"You are just an amazing dancer, Britt." I quickly spit out.
"I like when you call me that," she breathes and nuzzles her face into my neck.
"Well, I like calling you that," I say back. My eyelids are starting to feel heavy and with the warmth of Brittany's body next to mine it's getting harder to keep them open.
"Santana?"
"hmm?" I ask lazily.
"Do you want to change before you sleep?"
"Can't move." I mumble into my arm.
"Here, I'll help." She gets up and moves to my closet. "Is a t-shirt okay?" she asks. I nod. "Sweats?" I nod again. "Do you mind if I borrow some too?"
"Go for it," I say weakly. I open my eyes a little and see a flash of pale skin across the room. My eyes widen and I force myself to look away, but slowly I redirect my gaze back to the beautiful blond that is currently undressing in my bedroom.
Brittany turns around and I quickly divert my gaze. My cheeks coloring in the process. She smiles down at me and shakes her head.
Brittany walks over to the bed and stands in front of me. She taps on my knees with her hands. "Okay, sit up," she say. I groan, but then she reaches for my hands and gently pulls me up. She reaches behind my back to unzip my dress.
I would be more embarrassed or maybe more turned on, if I wasn't so drunk and so damn tired. Brittany is trying to pull my dress off over my head, but she can't get it around my waist. "This isn't working," she laughs. "I'm gonna need you to stand up. Just for a couple of seconds. Then you can lay back down. Okay?" She says this so softly, it's makes my heart jump.
She pulls me up by my elbows then she pulls my dress up over my head and I see her eyes flash up and down my body. Her mouth is hanging open in an 'o' shape and she brings out her tongue to lick her lips.
She clears her throat and then motions for me to step into the sweat pants. I use her shoulder as leverage and step into them. Brittany pulls them up so they are resting on my hip bones. Then I raise my arms so she can pull the shirt over my head.
As soon as I am fully clothed. She pushes me back a little so that the back of my knees hit the mattress. Brittany wraps one arm around my back so that she can lower me down. She starts to move away, but I grab her arm.
"I'm just going to turn the lights off," she laughs. "I'll be right back," she whispers.
She comes back a few seconds later and I feel the bed dip beneath her weight. I am already laying on my side, so Brittany slides up next to me and spoons me from behind again, just like the other night.
Then something happens to me.
My shoulder start to shake violently and tears fall from my eyes. It happened before I even knew it was coming. It always does. I get very emotional when I am drunk. Everything makes me cry.
"Santana?" Brittany says in a worried voice. I just sniffle in response. "Santana?" she tries again. "Are you crying?"
"Wh-what? No," I try and cover it up, but I can't help it. I can't stop my body from shaking. I don't even have a reason to be crying right now other than the fact that Brittany is next to me and I am overwhelmed.
"San," she coaxes. "Hey, what's wrong?"
I turn around in the circle of her arms so that I am face to face with her. "Nothing's wrong," I say. It's true though. Nothing is wrong.
"Then why are you crying?" she laughs out. Brittany brings one of her hands to cup my cheek and wipes away the tears with the pad of her thumb. She is so gentle with her touch and that makes me want to cry harder.
"I don't know. I-I'm s-sorry." I spit out.
"You don't have to apologize about anything," she says still caressing my cheek with her thumb, and after a few moments she adds, "you are so beautiful." It makes my stomach flip. I give her a little smile. Brittany leans forward and places a light kiss on my forehead. She lets her lips linger there for a while before she pulls back. The spot where her lips were moments ago tingles.
My eyes fall shut at the sensation. Brittany pulls me into her chest and just holds me there. I sigh into her. Her sent filling my senses and soon sleep takes over.
/
The first thing I notice when I wake up is that my mouth is extremely dry. I pull whatever it is that's in front of me closer to my body. One of the first things I always do when I wake up is grab a fistful of sheets and breathe them in. It's so relaxing.
But this, whatever it is that's in front of me, is so much better. It's warmer. It smells better. Then it moves. I jump back a little in surprise. I don't remember going to bed with anyone last night. I don't even remember getting home.
I slowly open my eyes and see a very asleep, and very adorable blonde. Oh god, what happened? I hope I didn't try anything last night. That would be really embarrassing.
The blond stirs in front of me. With her arms still wrapped around my back, she pulls me back into her. My face is smashed into her chest. I relax a little when I see that we are both fully clothed, but then I realize that I don't remember changing into my pajamas. And Brittany, Brittany is wearing my clothes.
Though that doesn't really bother me so much.
I actually kind of like that.
I am so confused right now.
I try to remember last night. The last thing I can remember is Rachel yelling at the DJ to let her sing. She was pretty wasted. I guess I had more to drink than I thought because I was pretty gone myself. Quinn probably took Rachel back to her place, or just ended up staying there because we all went back to their apartment, but then, why would I be here and not there?
"mmm," Brittany mumbles. She starts to stretch out her body and I freeze in her arms. "Santana?" she asks quietly and her voice is scratchy and sexy again.
I slowly open my eyes so as to appear that I just woke up. "Hmm?" I groan, but it's barely even a sound. My throat is so dry.
"Are you awake?"
I just answered didn't I?
"mhm," I open my eyes a little wider this time and pull back from Brittany's embrace. The light in the room immediately sends a sharp pain to my head. I quickly shut my eyes again and cover them with my hands. "Shit," I grumble.
"You alright?" Brittany asks.
"Headache," I say with my palms pressed to my eyelids.
"I'll get you some medicine. Where do you keep it?"
"There's a bottle of aspirin on the counter in the bathroom." Brittany leaves to get the medicine and I grab the comforter and roll myself up in it. I throw it over my face so that I am in darkness again.
When she comes back I feel the bed dip beneath her weight. She grabs the top of the comforter and pulls it down slowly. The light hits my eyes and I cringe again. "Sorry," she says gently. "Here," Brittany grabs my elbow with her free hand "sit up." I sit up and she reaches over to the nightstand and hands me the glass of water she brought.
I take the glass and the pills from her. The water feels so good going down my throat and Brittany brings a hand up to comb through my hair. My eyes immediately shut at the sensation and I must moan or something because she starts to giggle. "What's so funny?" I ask.
She shakes her head. "You just- you look adorable."
"I feel like shit," I groan and fall to the side, landing in a pile of blankets.
"You need to eat something." Brittany scoots more onto the bed so she is sitting up right beside me. She starts to make light circles with her nails at the base of my back which causes my body to stretch into her touch.
"How do you do that?" I ask turning my head slightly to look at Brittany.
"Do what?" She looks down at me with those amazing eyes.
"Make me feel so good when I feel like shit?" She did this the other day too, after I got that phone call from my father. I was so upset, then Brittany shows up and it's like nothing even happened. It's almost like she erased the pain, or in the very least masked it with her own special Brittany powers or something.
"Dunno" she shrugs, but then a smirk creeps across her face. "Maybe," she starts "maybe it's because I'm your Superwoman."
My what?
"My what?"
"Last night, you insisted that I was superwoman."
I would say that. "ugh," I burry my face into the blanket out of embarrassment.
"Don't be embarrassed," she giggles. "I've never had such a prestigious title before." I turn to look at her again and she smiles down at me. "Besides, I like the idea of being your superwoman."
I smile back at her because I don't know what else to say. I'm not really sure what she means by that, but I like the way it sounds.
"You should really eat though. It'll make you feel better. I could make you something. What would you like?"
Nothing really sounds appetizing right now, but I am hungry. I don't even know what we have here, which is kinda pathetic because I live here.
"How about an omelet?" Brittany asks. I'm pretty sure we have eggs. Who doesn't have eggs? "I'm not really that great of a cook, but I can make a few things."
"Sounds good."
"Alright, come on."
/
I slowly make my way to the kitchen after I get out of the bathroom. I splashed some water on my face and tamed my hair a bit. Brittany is standing at the counter with the biggest grin ever. "You're too perky to be hung over," I say skeptically.
"That's because I'm not," her smile not faltering.
"Oh" I nod. I vaguely remember having this conversation last night. "Where is Quinn?" I ask, suddenly remembering her absence.
"After the club we went back to my place. You and Quinn kept drinking. Rachel passed out as soon as we stepped into the apartment. And you," she motions to me with the spatula in her hands, "you kept insisting that we need to come back here. You wouldn't say why, so I just brought you back here."
"I feel like an idiot. I swear I don't get like that very much." I drop my head into my hands. "I'm sorry you had to take care of me."
"Don't be. I had so much fun last night. After everything that has happened over the last few weeks, I really needed a night of fun. It was awesome." Brittany turns toward me. "What would you like in your omelet?" She asks me going back over to the stove.
"I don't know, surprise me?" Brittany smiles at that and walks over to the refrigerator.
I get up to get a cup of coffee that I assume that Brittany had made. "Did you make this?" I ask her.
"Mhm," she answers.
"You. Are. Perfect." I say. "Thank you so much." Brittany just laughs and continues to make the omelet.
I go to sit down at the table. This whole situation right now feels oddly comfortable. Us in the kitchen together for breakfast.
I like it.
"Here you go!" she hands the plate to me, bouncing up and down on the heels of her feet.
I take a bite and it tastes so good, "mmm," I mumble. "What's in this?"
"Just ham and cheese."
"This is fucking good," I say over another mouthful. It could very well be the fact that I was so hungry that it tastes so good, but I don't care.
Brittany laughs, "I'm glad you like it, but," she says reluctantly, "I actually have to get going. My class starts in 30 minutes."
Disappointment fills me. We were having such a good morning and I don't want it to end. I pout a little, "Okay, thanks for taking care of me last night," I say to her "and thank you for breakfast."
"It was my pleasure," she winks and I feel my cheeks heat up. "I'll see you later? At the other class?"
Shit, I totally forgot about that. "Yeah," I say and though I would normally try to get out of it, if Brittany is there it won't be that bad.
And then she is gone.
/
This dance class was even worse this week than it was last week. I couldn't focus at all. I still felt hung-over when I got there and my headache seemed to get worse. Then there was Brittany dancing and smiling at me every two seconds.
I swear she was doing it on purpose cause she had this look on her face. This smug look like she knew what she was doing to me and she was enjoying every second. I decided right then that I would get her back. I don't know how yet, but I will.
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"My body hurts," I groan and collapse down onto Brittany's mattress.
"It seemed like you were having a tuff time focusing," she says as if she wasn't the cause of it.
"Are you making fun of me?" I ask.
"Never," she giggles. Now Brittany is picking on my dancing too. "You were really good today," she says with the straightest face, but after a couple seconds I see the corners of her mouth twist into a smile.
"You are making fun of me!" I pick up her pillow and smack her with it. "Maybe if someone wasn't distracting me, I would have done good."
"Me? A distraction? No-no, you are the distraction miss Santana!" She corrects me.
"What?" I squeal.
"You kept making me laugh."
"No-you kept making me laugh," I defend myself.
"Let's just agree to disagree. I distracted you and you distracted me," she laughs out. "Deal?" she sticks out her hand for me to shake.
I look at her questioningly for a minute before I answer her. "Deal," I shake her hand.
"All right," she smiles at me. "Now come here."
"W-what?" I ask surprised.
"You said your body hurts. I was gonna give you a massage, but if you don't want one-"
"No, I do. Please." I cut her off. I am a little embarrassed by my desperateness. "My neck is killing me."
She laughs a little. "Come here then," I scoot closer to Brittany. She moves from beside me to behind me. Brittany sweeps my hair to the side so that it falls over my right shoulder. Soon both her hands are at the base of my neck.
She starts kneading my shoulder blade with firm circles. My whole body relaxes and I drop my head forward. I let out a loud, content sigh.
Brittany's hands start to go lower. She presses firmly with her palms on my spine, then she moves outward towards the back of my rib cage. This feels especially good and I feel something pull low in my stomach.
Her hands get even lower until they reach the small of my back. She does the same thing she did just inches above and works her hands from my spine out toward my hips. Brittany's fingers work their way to the sides of my stomach. I let out a shaky breath. That feeling in my stomach is growing.
Brittany continues to rub with the tips of her fingers. Soon enough I feel the warmth of her whole hands spread across my waist. Her hands are so soft and warm and strong. Strong like the feeling I am getting from her massage. A feeling that is nowhere near my back, but between my legs.
I lean my head to the side, exposing my neck. Brittany's hand immediately comes up and rubs there. Her finger tips traveling from my jawline down to the base of my neck. I inhale sharply at the sensation, not because of pain, but because of the unexpected pleasure of her feather light touch.
Brittany stops rubbing. I turn around to see her face a light shade of red. She looks a little bit like how I feel. Her chest is moving up and down a little faster than normal and her hands are slightly trembling. She smiles at me despite herself, "Better?" she asks breathily.
"Yeah," I choke out and have to clear my throat. "Much. Thank you." I say.
I feel like all Brittany has done is take care of me since last night. I feel a little bad about it, but at the same time I like the way it makes me feel. Even if she isn't intentionally doing it to make me feel good, I can't help but feel special.
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I am sitting on the couch watching a movie when Quinn comes home. "You're watching Titanic?" she asks as she plops down next to me.
"No" I lie, "it was the only thing on." I actually love this movie. Something about it just brings me in and it's at my favorite part too when Rose is about to leave with her mother on a lifeboat, but then she jumps off. I can't tell Quinn that though, she would never stop giving me crap about it.
"Uh-huh," she says as she side eyes me. "Whatever. Anyway, are you really going back to Lima with Brittany next weekend?" I nod my head. Quinn takes a deep breath before she speaks again. "Could you do me a favor then?" I nod again. Quinn reaches into her purse and hands me an envelope, "Can you give this to Shelby?"
I give Quinn a weird look. She never talks about what happened in high school. She never mentions her daughter. I don't ask because I respect the fact that she wants to move on from her past. That and I know she gets really upset.
"Please Santana," she begs. I silently take the envelope from her.
"Quinn," I breathe and give her a sympathetic look.
"I just- I want Beth to know that I haven't forgotten her. I don't know if she will ever give it to her, but the least I can do is try."
"Quinn," I say again. "This is really brave of you."
"I just miss her, Santana, and I never even got to know her." Tears start to form behind Quinn's eyes and I quickly wrap her up in a hug. She cries into my shoulder. "Puck told me she still teaches at the school." Puck and Shelby had a thing once so I give her a questioning look. "No," Quinn says quickly, "It's not like that. He heard it from Mr. Schuster. This just really sucks."
"I know," I say. Though I don't really know what it's like to lose a daughter, I do know what it's like to lose a mother. To miss someone so much that the pain eats away at you every day. "You've talked to Puck?" I ask because the last time I checked they weren't speaking. Something happened a couple of months ago between them.
"Uh-yeah," she says nervously. "He um- he wants to talk again. He said he is trying really hard to be a better man." She looks down into her lap.
"Right," I say because this is typical Puck and Quinn. They have been on and off dating for years. He will do something to piss her off, namely make out with other women, and then come crawling back and say he's sorry and what not. Quinn lets out a frustrated sigh. "I'm sorry. I just don't want you to be hurt again. You deserve someone who will treat you right Quinn."
"But what if that person doesn't exist?" she admits. "What if no one else will put up with me? Puck gets everything. I don't have to explain why I'm so messed up because he already knows everything."
"Are you kidding?" I almost laugh. "Quinn, you are beautiful and smart and probably the sweetest person I've ever met," except for Brittany, but that's beside the point, "and you are an amazing best friend."
Quinn rolls her eyes at me and shoves my shoulder. "God Santana, I had no idea you felt that way about me," she jokes. Even though she made a joke just now, I know that she is still hurting inside.
I give her a small smile. "Let's watch the rest of this stupid movie together. We can cry it out?"
Quinn lets out a breathy laugh but then lays her head down on my shoulder and I wrap an arm around hers. We watch the rest of the movie like that.
When I am about to get up to go to bed Quinn stops me. "I'm really glad you met Brittany," she says to me. "You seem a lot happier with her around. Like you're you again."
I look at Quinn and see the sincerity written across her face. I hover in the doorway. It would be so nice if I could just tell her how I feel about Brittany. Maybe she could help me figure all of this out.
The feeling of just spitting it all out is right there in the back of my throat. The words are lodged there just waiting to be pushed forward.
"Quinn," I say in a small voice, stepping back into the living room a little. She looks back at me with an expression I can't really read. "I-uh,"
Fuck.
I can't do this. Not now.
I walk to the coffee table and pick up a random magazine and stuff it under my arm. "Just needed this," I say sucking my lips into my mouth, a little disappointed that I chickened out. "Night Quinn."
Quinn's face falls a little, "night Santana."
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