People who read! I promise there is more Brittana in this chapter! Though they'll be even more in the next, so fear not! Or fear if you want, I mean, that's up to you.
Oh, and I totally own glee. Yep, it's all mine. At least, In my head it is. XD
"Quinn's going to kill you." Brittany giggled as she and Santana made their way around the side of the house.
"Please, that skinny bitch couldn't take me." Santana scoffed.
"Then why are we hiding?" She smirked. Santana stood mouth open unable to find a response.
"That's what I thought." Brittany said.
"Whatever." She mumbled. Brittany laughed at Santana's adorable grumpy expression.
"Aw, San you're so cute!" She said pinching her cheeks.
"Cute? Nu uh. No. Santana Lopez, is not cute! Hot, gorgeous, or sexy as hell, yes. But not cute." She said indignantly. Brittany rolled her eyes.
"Whatever you say." She said. Santana crossed her arms and leaned against the house, and awkward silence settling in.
"So how long have you and Quinn been friends?" Brittany asked trying to break the tension.
"Since we were nine, she was new and thought picking a fight with me was a good idea. She had guts. Or she was just stupid. Who knows? Anyways, she pushed me, I pushed her back, and we've been best friends ever since."
"That's a really weird way to become friends with someone…" Brittany said. Santana shrugged.
"We have a unique friendship."
"I can see that."
"Yeah…so tell me about yourself." Santana said realizing she really didn't know anything about the blonde. Brittany thought for a moment then sat down making Santana follow.
"Well what do you want to know?" She asked.
"I don't know, anything, everything. We know nothing about each other, even though we spent the past couple hours together." Santana said,
"That is true…okay, well, my full name is Brittany Susan Pierce, I have a younger sister, which I think I told you earlier, um I'm seventeen, I don't have a favorite color because I don't want to make any of the other colors feel left out, I love ducks, and unicorns, but my favorite animal is my cat, even though he likes to get me in trouble. And I'm a dancer, it's the only thing I'm really good at." She finished. Santana figured the girl was serious about everything she just said so she managed to keep herself from laughing. Of course if any one else had said that she definitely would have made them regret it.
"I'm sure you good at plenty of things Britt," Santana said smiling.
Brittany felt her stomach flip at the nickname, sure tons of people called her that, but this was the first time Santana had and it just made her feel happy.
"But you're a dancer? That's pretty awesome. Are you any good?" She asked.
"I'm okay I guess…" Brittany replied keeping her eyes downcast.
"Hmm just okay? I find that hard to believe."
"My mom told me I shouldn't brag." Brittany said. Santana chuckled.
"Hey," she tilted Brittany's chin up so she was looking at her, "it's not bragging if it's true. So are you any good?" She repeated. Brittany swallowed the lump that formed in her throat at the other girls touch.
"Yeah, I'm good, I think I'm more than good. It's my passion, I love it more than anything, I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have dancing." She said.
"That's great Britt! I wish I had something I felt that way about." Santana said.
"You don't?"
"Eh, I mean I do things like cheerleading and I like it but my whole heart isn't in it you know? And my dad wants me to get a high power job like a lawyer, or a doctor like him but that's isn't necessarily the path I wanna go down." She said shrugging. She'd never opened up like this before, well except to Quinn a few times, but with Brittany it just felt comfortable.
"Okay, so what do you want to do?" She asked.
"Um…I don't really know…I haven't given it much thought…" Santana frowned, she really had no idea, she always just thought she'd end up being what her parents wanted her to be.
"Well, I think you should, you shouldn't become something just because it's expected of you, you should be what you want to be because you love it." She said as if it were the simplest thing in the world. And really, it kind of was.
"You're really smart, you know that?" Brittany laughed.
"Can't say I've gotten that one before. So pets? Have any?" She asked changing the subject.
"Yeah actually, I have a dog, Saint." Santana said.
"How cute! What kind of dog is she?" She asked.
"Mixed. She's boarder collie and pit-bull." Brittany looked confused.
"Aren't pit-bulls scary?"
"They can be I guess. It depends on how they're raised. Honestly, my dog is a big baby. There isn't a scary bone in her body, most of the time she's the one getting scared and then she runs and hides behind me." She replied laughing.
"That's too cute! My cat never gets scared. I think he actually might be running a kitty mafia…"
"That can't be good." She said slowly still a little thrown by some of the girls weird comments.
"No. It's not." Santana laughed lightly, this girl was too much. In a good way. She could listen to her talk forever and she's pretty sure she'd never get bored. She found herself openly staring.
"You're beautiful." She blurted. She didn't mean for that to leave her mouth but it seemed her mouth had a mind of its own. Brittany looked down blushing, a smile playing on her lips.
"Santana Lopez!" Quinn shrieked from around the corner.
"Crap," Santana muttered, "wanna run for it?" She asked Brittany. The two stood, and dashed from their hiding place, dodging Quinn who looked like she had steam coming out of her ears.
"I regret nothing!" Santana yelled as they pasted her. Quinn yelled something back but they were too busy laughing at how ridiculous she looked that they didn't hear.
When they were out of Quinn's sight they both broke down in hysterics.
"Oh-oh my gosh she looked worse than you!" Brittany managed to say. Santana stopped laughing and eyed the girl who was still doubled over.
"I thought you said blue looked good on me? What was it you said? 'Like Mystique except hotter?'" Brittany suddenly looked guilty.
"Wel- wha- I mean, uh um, you are hot! I didn't mean it like that, I just meant-"
"Brittany!" Santana said trying to gain her attention.
"-that Quinn was really blue, and you just have a blueish tint to you cause you have dark hair and your skins darker than hers cause she's all white-"
"Brittany!" She yelled again.
"-and blue doesn't work for her at all but it totally works for you-"
"Britt!" She yelled a final time, Brittany finally stopped her rant when she heard Santana use her nickname.
"Britt, I was just messing with you." She said softly. Brittany flushed.
"Oh…" Santana smiled finding the girls embarrassment adorable.
"You are too cute." She said brushing Brittany's hair from her face. Brittany's blush deepened. She was feeling hot and it was no longer because she was embarrassed.
She needed to get Santana alone, away from all these people. She leaned forward, her lips brushing the shorter girls ear making the Latina shiver.
"Lets go somewhere more…private." She whispered. Santana gulped, suddenly feeling nervous. She use to have game, but one looked from Brittany and it seemed it left for vacation. Not trusting her voice she simply nodded.
Brittany entangled their pinkies and started guiding them to the house.
"Britt!" A boy called grabbing her wrist, "I've been looking for you all day." He said smiling.
"Oh, sorry I've been…busy." She said uncomfortably.
"To busy for me?" He asked with a mock pout. Santana looked from Brittany to the boy and back again, unsure of what was going on.
"I-" Brittany started when the boy pressed his lips to hers. Santana felt like the world temporarily slowed down, she barely knew this girl, but seeing this guy kiss her was making her feel…weird. Bad weird. Awful weird.
Santana wanted to get away, run. She wanted to push the boy away and shout at him. She wanted to go Lima Heights all over his ass. But she couldn't. She couldn't move, its like she was frozen, rooted to the ground.
I know. I'm evil. Cliffhanger! What! :O I'm not sure what direction to go with this. It could be nothing, or something. So, the question is, drama or no? I love drama, it's like crack to me and I think stories get boring without it. So opinions?
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