I found some time to write so here's a short chapter. I'm still looking for a beta and if you want to read this in a proper English you'd better PM me :P
Chapter 3
"So have you seen someone you like?" You ask a little annoyed, given that you've been looking for a puppy for the past half hour.
"That's exactly the point Santana, I like them all." She tells you, while petting a small group of little dogs who surrounded the both of you as soon as they saw you.
While she's on her kneels in order to enjoy the puppies at best, you're still standing up. You act like you don't care, but you're sure Quinn knows you're not on your knees because you want to avoid falling in love with them all.
"Could you help me, please? I don't want to spend the whole Saturday in here and I know that you don't want to either." She says.
You think about it for like five seconds, but you already know she's right. You have more important things to accomplish, like tutoring Brittany. You sigh at that thought…this is going to be so hard. You decided to meet at her place, not without making sure that her parents were home. You don't know how she's going to act, but you're pretty sure you're going to have some trouble at controlling yourself and you're a bit relieved knowing that her parents are going to be home, even if you're not completely calm.
"Oh God, Santana, is this a degenerative disease?" Quinn brings you back to reality, but you don't know what she means, so you ask her.
"What?"
"Well, you've always zoned out but lately all of this is getting worse. Talking to you has become a struggle. Is there something you want to talk to me about?" She asks.
"Uh? No. No, I'm sorry, I'm just tired. Let me help you choosing a puppy." You tell her with a forced smile. You don't want her to think something's bothering you. Even if that would be the truth.
You kneel down and immediately three cute little puppies jump on your lap and you find yourself petting a Chihuahua, a Toy Fox Terrier and a Beagle.
"Ok, I'm going to choose between one of them. They seem to like me." You tell Quinn.
"That's ok with me. I told you I like them all, so you can choose."
Choosing is really hard. Like Quinn you love them all already, but if you don't want to spend the rest of your life inside the pet store, you will have to choose.
"I think I like the Beagle better." You tell Quinn after thinking about it for a couple of minutes.
The Beagle is the cutest, he's rubbing his right cheek against your belly while making weird noises and you think that this 'quality' makes him the best.
"Hence we have a winner?" Asks Quinn.
"We do."
Quinn stands up again and she informs you that she's going to tell the owner of the pet shop that you've made your decision. You're going to bring home the Beagle. You feel sorry for the rest of them, and you wish them all to be taken by good people.
After a few minutes Quinn comes back together with the man who gives you the dog you chose while trying to sell you every sort of object you might need. But you don't think you need a playground for your dog, he's not a kid.
/
You're driving home, with your new buddy in the luggage van and he's barking like crazy. He must be scared, you'd be scared if you were him but this barking is starting to drive you crazy. Therefore you decide to talk to Quinn, in order to be a little distracted.
"So what's his name?" You ask her.
"I thought we should decide it together."
"Oh. But Quinn, do you remember I'm only going to live with you for a few weeks more? I won't be his 'mommy' forever. You made me choose him already, so you choose the name." You remind her you want to move out, in case she forgot.
"I do remember, but I'd like you to be his mommy even when you won't live with us anymore." She says, surprising you. You don't know what to say, this wasn't what you agreed to. She said she wanted a puppy for when you'll be gone because she doesn't like to live all by herself.
"Uh… I don't know Quinn, this was supposed to be you Puppy. Just tell me some name and I'm going to give you my opinion."
"What about Skilk?" She proposes.
"Skilk? What's that, a pokemon?" You can't believe she just proposed 'Skilk' as a name for a puppy, what's that? "You can do better Fabray."
"What about Bacon? This way I'm sure I'm going to love him no matter what." She looks at you with eyes filled with hope, but you're not going to approve this one either.
"Are you kidding me?" You look at her with fake disappointment, because you think that 'Bacon' is quite a fun name for a dog, but not your dog even if he's going to be 'yours' for such a short period of time. "I have an idea." You tell her. "What about Ringo? Look at him, he's definitely Ringo." You look at the dog from the rearview mirror and, apart from the crazy barking, he's just too cute.
Then, you speak to the dog himself. "What do you think, buddy? Do you think 'Ringo' fits you? Does it mirror your personality?" You ask him with your best puppy voice and you realize you're whipped already. He then gives you his opinion by some sort of purring, jumping and rubbing himself against the walls of the luggage van and you think you just bought the weirdest dog ever.
"I think you and Ringo made your decision already." Quinn tells you with a huge smile. "I think he likes it a lot."
"He loves his name." You answer proudly.
/
You're finally home, and it's past lunchtime. You had to buy a dog's bed, some bowl and some food to feed him with. You wonder why you haven't bought them all before bringing the dog home, but both you and Quinn just survived a crazy week.
You put some food in the dog's bowl while Quinn takes care of his bed. Since he's only 9 weeks old he sleeps a lot. You know he's going to sleep right after eating, just like a baby boy.
Just like you said, he ate and he's now sleeping in his little bed. He's curled up in a ball and you think you haven't ever seen anything this cute. Even if it's a little late to eat, Quinn offeres to make some cheese sandwich and you can't refuse that. So you set the table and wait for her do be done with cooking.
When she's done you both sit and start to eat. You haven't realized you were so hungry until you bit your first bite.
"Do you have to tutor Pierce today?" She asks you all of a sudden and you almost choke out with your food.
"Uh…yes. At four o'clock." You answer blankly.
"Why do you have to go to her place? Couldn't she come in here?"
You always thought Quinn should have become a cop or something, maybe even a C.I.A. agent. She's great at questioning and she loves it.
"I don't know. Apparently her parents asked her to be there. But I think it's better this way, because you can have some time to do your own stuff and to help Ringo settle down." You say nonchalantly.
But you know you lied. You asked Brittany to tutor her at her place because on the one hand you wanted to be sure her parents were home and on the other hand because you know too well that Quinn's very intuitive and the way Brittany looks at you leaves nothing to question and you don't want her to suspect anything.
/
You're standing in front of her front door. It's 3.55 p.m. and you're perfectly on time, but you're afraid of ringing the bell. Why can't things be easier?
You're about to ring it when the door suddenly opens, revealing a handsome man probably in his late forties.
"Hello?" He greets you a bit surprised. Then he must recall about the tutoring and he adds. "You must be Britt's teacher, please come in." He opens the door wide, motioning for you to come in.
You clean your shoes by rubbing them against the doormat, you introduce yourself to Mr. Pierce and you go inside.
It's a beautiful house, pretty huge and very well furnished. Brittany's parents, or their interior decorator, definitely have a great taste.
"May I get you something to drink?" Mr. Pierce asks you very politely.
"No, thank-"
You can't finish your sentence, because a blond hurricane comes running down the stairs and she's only wearing a white tank top and yellow short shorts. And by short you mean short. You think she did that on purpose, in order to show you as much of her flesh as possible, but then you notice that her father isn't as surprised as you are, so maybe she's always dressed like this when she's home.
The more you look at her, the more you realize how 'surprised' isn't the right adjective to describe you. You think that 'stunned', 'amazed', 'speechless' and 'breathless' would fit you better.
"Good morning Ms. Lopez" She greets you, smiling widely at you as if you being there is making her very, very happy. And maybe it is.
You manage to breathe properly and that's when you realize that this is going to be a long afternoon.
"Oh hi Brittany." You somehow tell her. Then you turn to her dad and you tell him that you've changed your mind and that you might actually need a glass of water.
"Ok then, you two go to Britt's room and I'll bring you some water." He tells you.
Brittany's dad is very kind, but you don't have time to deepen your thought.
Britt's room.
Oh God.
"Can't we stay downstairs?" You try to ask. You want to stay as close to her dad as possible, not because you like him, but because you like his daughter too much.
"I'd like to Ms. Lopez, but we're having a special dinner tonight so my grandma's going to need some space to cook. And I have my books upstairs, so I think it's better if we stay in my room for today." She answer with so much detachment that for a moment you almost think she isn't involved with you at all but then you remember the taste of her lips on yours and you realize that she must simply be a great actress.
"Would you give us the pleasure to join us tonight?" Her dad asks you and you are taken by surprise. You don't even know if you're going to survive a couple hours in Brittany's company, how would you manage to survive an entire evening?
"Uhm…thank you Mr. Pierce, but I already have plans." You answer politely and, by the way Britt drops her gaze sadly maybe she isn't as great of an actress as you thought.
"It's Daniel, I told you already." He smiles at you. "And for this time I accept your refusal, but next time I won't. We want to thank you for helping Brittany."
"Well, she thanked me enough already." You answer clearly without thinking because, when Brittany laughs softly, you realize what you might have implied.
"Let's go upstairs." Brittany tells you still smiling with her eyes. "We'll see you later dad."
You smile when you enter her room, because it totally reflects Brittany's personality. The walls are blue, just like her eyes, and a lot of pictures depicting a very young blonde girl are decorating them. Resting on a pink bedcover there's a quite big stuffed duck and you don't know whether it's cuter the duck or Britt.
You're both standing in silent, so you decide to take a better look at the pictures. They all portray Brittany winning something, a dance contest, a Cheerio competition…and she looks so proud of herself in all of them. And you think that that look makes her even more beautiful, because she also looks truly happy.
While you're looking at the pictures Mr. Pierce, Daniel, walks through the door with your glass of water and some cookies.
"Here's your water Ms. Lopez and also brought some cookies." He tells you kindly, handing you the glass.
"Please, it's Santana." You smile while thanking him.
A few seconds later he's gone and you're left with Brittany. You don't know what to do, but she seems to have an idea since she closes the door and she sits on her bed.
"So… Bed or desk?" She asks you, and you can't help but imagine every scenario of you and her both on the bed and on the desk and you're about to say you'd prefer on both, but instead you tell her you'd prefer the desk.
You both walk to her desk and you sit on one of the chairs. You have to stay pretty close to her because her desk isn't wery wide but this is still a way better idea than the bed. You open your purse to look for your reading glasses and when you find them you put them on.
When you lift your gaze you can see a familiar look on Brittany's face. You've seen it the night you met her and you could recognize it among billions. It's lust.
"Wow…" She breathes. "You wear glasses in most of my erotic dreams, but I didn't think I could have the chance to see it for real."
You freeze. She's always too frank and she seems to always tell what she has in mind.
"You…I mean…What? You dream about me?" You ask her, but you're not so sure you want to know the answer.
"Almost every night." She tells you sincerely. "You wouldn't look at my room with such innocence if you knew what I dreamt of doing in here. Well, you probably wouldn't even sit on these chairs, or the one inside your classroom or-"
"I got it." You cut her off, because you don't want her to deepen the topic.
You notice she's a bit closer to you than before, but maybe you just imagined it.
"Shall we start?" She asks you, as if she was just talking about the weather a minute ago.
You made her do some test, in order to see what her real level is and now you're checking them.
"So how am I doing?" She asks you for the fifth time in five minutes and now, pretending to look at her test, she's really close to you.
"As I told you before" You tell her while correcting a small grammatical error "I'm going to grade you as soon as I'm done with checking."
Her impatience makes you laugh and you think she really wants to do well. Again, she's just too cute.
All her cuteness goes away, though, when she puts her left hand on your right one, which happens to be on your lap. You jump a little, but you decide to play it cool. When she starts to stroke the back of your hand with her thumb you can't handle it anymore, so you drop the pencil you used to hold with your left hand and you put said hand on Brittany's arm.
"Brittany…" You tell her in a whisper.
"What?" She asks you faking innocence. "I just thought you might need some distraction." She shrughs.
"I appreciate your thought but I'm fine, thank you." You somehow manage to say while grabbing the pencil again and trying to convince yourself on focusing on the test and not the girl.
Once you're done you turn to look at her again and you notice how she's looking at you expectantly.
"You're not that bad." You tell her. "Which makes me sure you failed your test on purpose."
She scoots her chair closer to you and she comes even closer to your face.
You lost your ability to move.
When her lips reach your ear she whispers.
"What a bad girl…"
She says that with that husky tone that usually makes you lose your mind and you can't hold back a little moan, hoping she hasn't heard it.
But you know she did when you sense her smile growing and you feel one of her hands on your thigh.
"I take you like bad girls, don't you?"
The hand resting on your thigh starts stroking it gently, coming up slowly. You still can't move and you're concentrating all the strength you have left in trying not to moan again.
"So, I heard I thanked you enough. May I say I don't think I have?" She whispers, caressing your earlobe with her soft lips and then biting it gently.
You still haven't said a word and you don't think you're going to be able to do so for the next few hours. Nobody you've ever met, nobody, has ever affected you this much and you don't know how to react. You're not used to be dominated by somebody, you're the boss.
"So…" She starts to trail her kisses downwards to your neck. "Is there anything I can do to thank you properly?"
She's now kissing your neck and the only movement you allow yourself to do is to run your left hand through her hair, in order to make her stay focused on your neck for a moment longer.
"That's what I thought." She says smiling and you think she has every right to be smiling. She definitely worked you up.
She puts her right hand on your stomach, making circles upon it while still kissing and biting your neck. You want to stop her, but you can't.
"Let me just close the door and I'll be back." She says biting your neck one last time before standing on her feet and that's when you recover some sort of control over your own body.
You stand up as well, you grab your purse and you walk to the door, where Brittany's standing with a mixture of confusion and sadness on her face.
"Are you going home?" She asks.
You stop right in front of her.
"I am. I'm sorry, but we're done here. We can schedule another session for next week, does it sound good?" You ask her, trying to skip the reason why you're running away. But it looks like she doesn't want you to run away like this. She puts her right hand on your left shoulder, but she doesn't move it.
"Santana, there's nothing wrong." She doesn't specify anything, but you both know too well what she's talking about.
"Everything's wrong. You're a minor and I'm in your room while your parents are downstairs and I… nevermind Britt, nothing about this is right." You tell her, moving your pointer finger between the two of you.
"I don't know what your problem with yourself is, Santana. But as much as I know you're great. I appreciate you trying to do the right thing here, but you don't need to. I'm going to turn eighteen by the end of next month and concerning my parents I never said I wanted to have sex with you while my dad is downstairs. As much as I would like to do that, all I said is that I wanted to thank you." She comes closer again and she's got a very seductive look. The hand on your shoulder slides down until she interlaces your fingers together.
"Yet, we can't." You tell her, while you put some space between your bodies for both your mental and physical safety. But everytime you look at her you realize you've lost your residual mental safety the night you met her.
"Just think about it, ok? I don't think I'm asking you too much, am I?" She says, squeezing your hand through your still interlaced fingers.
"Fine. I will, but I don't want you to build your hopes up only to have them crashed. You got me?" You ask her.
When she nods you look into her eyes for the last time and then you walk through the door with a massive weight on your heart and you know you're not going to stop thinking about her for a long time.