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Chapter 4:
Just wow.
There were no words for the sensations that were passing through my body. I pulled myself closer to Brittany, wanting nothing more than to sink into her and become one with her. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and her warm tongue slowly slipped into my mouth.
I think at that moment every hair on my body stood on its edge. It felt like I was on some sort of time stopping, emotional rollercoaster type of drug. All of my senses were heightened and it was like I could feel gallons of adrenaline pumping through every fiber of my being. I had never tasted anything so sweet in my entire life.
Just as I was about to let myself fall even deeper into this breath-taking kiss, I abruptly realized what I was doing, and where I was. It took all the strength I could muster, but I pulled away. I could feel Brittany's resistance as I did this, but the fright of what I had just done began to set in. I quickly looked around to see who had witnessed this impulsive act. Astonishingly enough, there was no one around. My panic disappeared immediately and I looked at the clock. It read 3:16 a.m. Oh shit, how long had Brittany and I been alone in the kitchen for? Was I really that taken with Brittany that I didn't notice everyone leaving, or did I have more tequila than I thought?
Well the fact that I just threw myself at a girl I hardly knew, without even thinking, made me lean a little more towards the tequila side of that question. I had to stop myself from face-palming it right there.
Once the fear of being seen had subsided I remembered Brittany was still standing right in front of me. I looked back at her face to find that her eyes were still closed, and that she had the cutest little smile on her face.
"Yummy…" she whispered very slowly, and opened her eyes. Once she opened her eyes I looked into them and I saw no hint of disgust or confusion. All I saw was Brittany looking deep down inside of me, into a portion of myself that I had never shown to anyone else before. In fact I wasn't aware it existed until now, so how could I have shown it to anyone else?
She didn't move her eyes from mine when she reached across and brushed a loose strand of hair behind my ear. Then she beamed her flawless smile at me, and I all but melted. At that point I had to fight the urge to kiss her again.
I took a tiny step further away and said "I think Senor Patron has taken advantage of us enough for one night." She laughed and shrugged and sat down on a stool behind the counter. She laid her head down on her arms on the counter top and just followed me with her eyes.
I made my way into the living room to see where everyone had gone, and I found everyone strewn about the room either passed out or making out. I cared nothing for these people so I made it a point to ignore their presence, but I did want to know where Quinn went. It was part of the code to check on each other at these parties, since in normal cases we got shitfaced and picked the first guy we saw to go to bed with. I tried to think back to when she had wandered out of the kitchen, but I couldn't pull an image up in my mind. I was so intensely focused on Brittany, that I had no sense of what was going on around me the entire night.
I discovered that she wasn't in the living room, which meant she must be in a bedroom upstairs. I walked back into the kitchen only to find Brittany snoozing on the counter. I couldn't help myself from walking up to her and stroking a gentle finger across her face.
I didn't expect the tiny smirk that appeared when I did this and that was when I realized she wasn't actually asleep. I sat down on the stool next to her and quietly said:
"I have to find Quinn and make sure she is alright, but then I'll take you home. Okay?" When I said this Brittany sat up so suddenly that it startled me.
"You can't drive. We had the same amount of shots, and I'm seeing two of you. Not that I'm complaining about that fact, but still, you can't drive Santana. The police will take you to a place like Alcatraz or Shutter Island and I'll never see you again, unless I take a big scary boat to see you. I just met you, and you're the most fun I've had like…ever, so you can't drive. I won't let you." She said this as sternly as a person as drunk as her right now could. She reached for the keys I had in my hand and I gave them to her willingly. I wasn't really drunk at all but I definitely had a good buzz going. Even so, I would never risk driving with her in my car like this.
"You're absolutely right Brittany, I shouldn't drive. I don't know what I was thinking. But there's no way in hell we are staying here either. I live about 8 blocks from here, so what do you think about taking a walk to sober up? Then we can come get my car in the morning before cheerios camp." Ugh cheerios camp tomorrow. 7am sure is coming up fast. My eyes flitted to the clock again, willing it to go backwards. "We will have to postpone that trip to Wal*Mart though. But I promise I will take you sometime this week." The thought of hanging out with her again sent a jolt of energy through me.
She seemed satisfied with this answer and nodded as she laid her head back down on the counter top.
"Okay, I'll be back soon. I just have to figure out where that damn girl managed to disappear herself to, and that she's not with someone she'll be regretting in the morning." Brittany let out a tiny laugh at this.
I headed upstairs to the bedrooms, listening closely as I walked down the hallway. I wasn't exactly thrilled to be listening for Quinn's noises, but it was better than busting into all of these rooms and finding god knows what types of skanks and hoes. I get towards the end of the hallway and am afraid I'll have to start bursting into rooms when I hear something that is unmistakably a Quinn noise.
I hold back my laughter, and bang loudly on the door. "Quinn you slut, make yourself decent, I'm coming in."
I hear a guy swear, and Quinn shush him and tell him to get off of her. Then there was some slight stirring and Quinn called out "Okay!"
I open the door just enough to stick my head in and assess the situation. The guy she's with is pretty cute, for a trouty mouth. Sam is one of her regulars, so that means Quinn isn't shitfaced enough to sleep with a loser. That was a load off of my mind, because if she had been with some gross leech I would have had to drag her ass out of here and take her home with Brittany and me. We all would've fit in my giant sized bed easily, but it still would've been a little too crowded for my comfort. I was going to lose enough sleep already from this night, and I didn't need anything else causing me to lose more.
"I'm leaving, you whore. Are you alright here? Or are you coming home with me?" I already knew the answer to this question, because whenever Quinn was with Sam they stayed up all night humping like rabbits, and then they went to Ihop, where Quinn ordered blueberry and banana pancakes.
Ugh I knew more personal details than I wanted to know about Quinn. Which is funny because I felt like she knew nothing about me, in fact there wasn't really anyone who knew personal details about me. My mind started wandering towards Brittany and if I would be able to share personal details about my life with her, and then Quinn responded.
"I'm okay." Quinn's speech was pretty slurred. "I'm going to stay with Sam here. But you go have a good night's sleep Santana. Thanks for checking on me, I hope Brittany is okay, she seems like such a sweet and good girl. Tell her I said that her dancing is amazing, and that I look forward to having her on my cheerios squad. Goodnight Santana."
I pulled my head out of the doorway and shut it behind me. I didn't bother saying goodbye because Quinn was already making her way back into Sam's arm as she finished her short speech to me. I had to laugh. Quinn was definitely very drunk. I made my way back downstairs and headed towards the kitchen.
As I walked into the kitchen I noticed Brittany wasn't sitting on her stool anymore. As I looked around I found Brittany crouched down over by the fridge, and I got worried that maybe she was sick. But then I noticed that there was someone else sitting against the fridge crying. I slowly walk over, trying not to disturb them.
"I just don't understand why he left. I was just talking to Artie, just talking to him, nothing else! And he stormed into the room and yelled at me! Why do guys have to be such jerks?" The girl was hysteric. The second I heard her voice I recognized her. It was Tina Cohen-Chang. She's dating Mike Chang. They have the same last name, but believe me, there is no relation. I had a field day with that one let me tell you. I refer to them as Girl Chang and Guy Chang….They hate it, but in comparison to all of my wonderful nicknames for people, these were extremely pleasant. They should be grateful.
All in all, Tina is a pretty nice girl, so I feel somewhat bad that she's crying in the middle of someone's kitchen floor at three thirty in the morning. I just stand back, cross my arms, and wait for Brittany. I'm not the comforting type at all. I would actually probably just make it worse.
Brittany sat down next to Tina and started rubbing her back and comforting her. This girl just continues to amaze me. She doesn't even know Tina but something tells me she didn't hesitate to approach her the second she saw that Tina was crying. And the fact that she was sitting there consoling her right now is more than I would ever do, and I've known Tina since preschool. This girl had such a big heart.
"It's okay…" Brittany looks up at me and I realize she wants to know her name. I mouth it to her as dramatically as I can so she would understand. She gave me a tiny nod. "It's okay Tina. Alcohol isn't a fun game to play when you have a boyfriend. Boys are dumb, and I think that the alcohol mixes in their system badly and makes them even dumber. Maybe it's the beer. Because girls don't really drink beer, they just drink tasty fruity yummy drinks, and not so tasty shots, where as guys drink lots and lots of beer. So maybe beer is some sort of argument drink. When boys drink it they get stupid and see things that aren't really happening with their ladies and they flip out." Tina giggled slightly, and her sobbing started to cease.
"I'm sure he'll call you in the morning and apologize once he wakes up. I mean he'd be crazy not to, you're such a beautiful girl. But this needs to stop, because it's hiding your prettiness." Brittany gestured to Tina's face that had been stained with tears and immediately Tina starts wiping her face with her sleeves. I walk over to the cupboard and grab a tissue box. It's a good thing I've been to this house a million times and know where everything is. I walk back over to where the girls are sitting and I extend the tissues out to Tina.
She looks up, and seems very surprised to find that it's me standing there. I can't blame her, normally I wouldn't be caught dead in a situation like this. She reaches for a tissue, wipes her face, blows her nose, and grabs a few more. "Thanks Santana…" Tina says warily and I just nod.
I feel like I shouldn't be here intruding on this emotional moment for Tina. If it were me I wouldn't want anyone seeing me cry like that. Except maybe Brittany. She's doing such a good job at making Tina feel better. I feel a slight stir of envy rise in me, but repress it.
I consider leaving the room, but it seems like Tina is calming down thanks to Brittany. So I decide to just stand there and wait it out. After several minutes of Brittany cracking bizarre jokes, and a half a box of tissues later, Tina speaks up.
"Here I am crying on your shoulder and I don't even know your name. As a matter of fact I don't recognize you at all, are you new here?" Tina pulls herself up off of the floor and Brittany springs up lightly to her feet as well.
"I'm Brittany S. Pierce! And it's very nice to meet you. You can cry on my shoulder anytime. But I would prefer it if you just left your laughs on my shoulders, instead of tears. I like to take people's laughs home with me. I wish they were a physical thing that I could bottle up, because I would keep them forever. I would keep them on my dresser right next to my button collection, my rainbow drawings, and Lord Tubbington's self portraits." She trailed off as if she was finished speaking and then added, "Yes…they would fit in quite nicely there..." It was easy to tell that she had gotten lost in her own thoughts. She looked off into the distance dreamily, like she had this morning when Quinn was speaking at cheerios camp.
I smiled at her, and turned to Tina who was giggling. "Are you okay?" I said earnestly. She looked at me for an extended moment before responding.
"Yeah I feel better now. Thank you. I think I need to go to bed though, I'm exhausted and very tipsy." She laughed and turned to Brittany. "Thanks again so much, you're so nice. I'll see you around sometime I'm sure, and if not we will catch up in school!" She hugged Brittany, and Brittany hugged her back enthusiastically.
"You're welcome! I will get your cell phone number from someone and we will talk again. Tell your boo to lay off the beer though okay? He can't keep making you cry!" Tina smiled and headed out towards the living room, and up the stairs. Brittany turned towards me with that signature grin on her face.
"Let's go to your house Santana, I'm so sleepy." I nodded in agreement and turned to walk outside. Brittany followed closely behind me. Once we got out into the cool summer night's breeze, my mind wandered back to the kiss. There had been no chance to linger on it before now, and now that there was time as we walked towards my house I wasn't quite sure what to think.
Brittany was drunk. I was buzzed but completely coherent, but the question is how coherent was Brittany at the time of the kiss? I could feel my eyebrows knit tightly together as I thought deeply. Did Brittany like the kiss as much as I did? Should I say something to her about it? Would it be weird in the morning once Brittany sobered up and realized what happened?
My heart sped up a little at the thought of Brittany waking up and acting strange once she realized what I had done. Because let's admit it, it was all me in that kiss. I took my shot, marched right up to her, and planted that puppy hard on her before she even knew what hit her. Ugh what was I thinking? I just met this girl this morning. She's never going to talk to me again after tonight…
Then I remembered something else: She kissed me back. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and she used tongue, so she definitely kissed me back. She also fixed my hair after the fact. But that really doesn't say much if she was incoherent at the time. She didn't seem incoherent though, she handled Tina really well, and her speech wasn't slurred at all. Maybe she was just as coherent as I was. Ugh all this thinking and worrying was making my head hurt.
I don't do this whole emotion thing. When it comes to feelings they just don't exist for me. Sex is easy, because it's just sex, it doesn't need to involve any emotion, and it comes natural to me. When it comes to physicality I'm like a lizard, I need something warm beneath me or I can't digest my food. But with Brittany it's like I just got smacked in the face with a giant emotion wave. It's like my 18 years of emotion that I managed to outrun caught up with me the moment Brittany walked, no skipped, onto that field this morning. This is all just so confusing for me…yet so exhilarating at the same time…
"Hey! Why are you making so many silly faces? I just watched your face turn from angry, to sad, to very angry, and then a slight smile crossed your face. Are you having a play inside your head? Because I do that sometimes too, and you can perform it outside of your head if you want… I'll do it with you! It'll be fun!" When Brittany spoke up I snapped out of my train of thought.
"What? Oh no, I'm not performing a play, I was just thinking. I tend to look angry when I think. Actually…I tend to look angry all the time." Brittany laughed when I said this, and nodded in agreement. This made me chuckle, she was so adorable.
"Well stop thinking and talk to me, because if you don't I'm going to fall down right here in the middle of the street and go to sleep." Brittany pretended to fall onto the street and I bent down and pulled her up, both of us laughing hysterically. I never laugh this much, it felt so nice.
Instead of pulling away once she gets to her feet she linked her arm through mine and we continued walking towards my house. Maybe she won't be spooked in the morning after all. Maybe Brittany was right, and maybe this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship. Just maybe…
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