I don't know if that many people are actually reading this but I think it's fun to write even so so I'm gonna keep updating. The next chapter might take a couple of days though. just a heads up.
Once again Brittany leans to the side to rest her forehead on the side of Santana's head.
"I don't get it."
"Neither do I Britts", Santana whispers back, desperatly trying to follow what the math teacher is doing on the board. She feels Brittany interlacing their pinkies under the table and for some reason this makes her feel even more unconcentrated. She turns her head to face her blonde friends.
"Screw this", she whispers again and Brittany chuckles. Like on cue the bell rings and people start to get up and leave. Brittany however stays still, leaning her head on Santana's shoulder, and the latina stays as well. Brittany starts talking about something Lord Tubbington did the other day, and although Santana's not exactly interested she listens anyway.
Suddenly someone smacks her ass from behind and she hears Puck's familiar laughter.
"Nice ass, Lopez."
"Like you didn't already know that", Santana retorts and grins. Brittany has lifted her head from Santana's shoulder put keeps their pinkies laced together in her knee.
"So you two ladies doing math?"
"Nah, not really", Santana replies.
"We tried but we didn't get it."
Santana shoots Brittany an angry look and Puck laughs again.
"I have never tried", he says, clearly feeling superior. Santana glares at him.
"Whoa chill, Santana, I come in peace", he says. "I actually wanted to invite you to a little party at La Casa Puckerman this Saturday. Can you come?"
Santana doesn't have anything planned and she is in the mood to get drunk. She looks to Brittany who nods and smiles.
"We're in."
"Great", Puck says and starts to leave the room. He stops in the doorframe.
"Oh and ladies, feel free to do anything you want, like make out and stuff. Preferably naked."
He laughs and leaves the room. Santana locks eyes with Brittany, but quickly turns away. She doesn't know what is going through the blonde's head, but she can't help but to think about that night in Brittany's room. The bell rings a second time, signaling the start of the next period and the girls hurry off to their different classes.
...
Next Saturday the girls arrive at Puck's together in Santana's car. They climb the steps up to the door and Santana opens the door, not bothering to ring the doorbell, since she's been to his house a million times before. The party is already in action as they enter and Santana grabs Brittany's hand and drags her into the kitchen, trying to find something to drink.
After about an hour Puck decides they should all play spin the bottle and everyone settles down on the floor in the small living room. Well everyone except Quinn and Finn, as she refuses to let him play. He's so whipped.
Santana has always found Pucks's living room hideous, with the brown curtains and sofas but she's drunk enought to not care righ now. Puck of course gets to spin the bottle first and it immideatly lands on Santana. She laughs and creeps forward and they kiss. She can feel his tounge in her mouth and the feeling is pretty nice. As she breaks apart from him she glances over to Brittany and she's laughing but the smile doesn't reach her eyes. Suddenly Santana realizes she really wants the bottle to land on Brittany next. Her lips are all big and red and Santana kinda wants to taste those lip smackers that Brittany always uses. The latina spins the bottle and watches as it indeed lands on her best friend across the circle. Her heart seems to skip a beat for some reason. Puck and the rest of the guys cheer and whoop and Brittany smiles and starts crawling across the floor standing on all fours before Santana in no time. The latina doesn't even have the time to reflect on what's she's feeling before Brittany's lips are on hers and she's lost. A warm feeling is spreading through her chest and the rest of her body and she opens her mouth wide as Brittany's tounge is searching access. She's aware of the cheering around her but it seems kind of muted as Brittany's warm tongue keeps exploring her mouth. The warm feeling is starting to spread to her lady parts as well as the rest of her body. Too soon for Santana's liking though Brittany pulls back and stares into her eyes smiling. This time the smile reaches her eyes, but there's something more there. Lust? Before Santana can really figure it out Brittany has retreated back to her seat and the game continues.
Santana kisses a couple of other people but by then she's so drunk she barely notices. Finally Brittany and Quinn simply pull her from the circle, when she's barely capable to sit up straight anymore. Despite Puck's protests they begin dragging her towards the door. Santana clings to Brittany, her arms locked around the blonde's neck. In the back of her head she's aware she's drunk and shouldn't say or do anything she might regret and she tries to keep this in mind as her friends drag her down the front steps and deposit her in the passenger seat of her car. They'd already decided that Brittany was going to be the driver for the night.
"You've got her?" Quinn ask.
"Yeah, it'll be fine, I'll take her home."
"Her parents aren't home are they?"
"No, it's cool, they're out of town. I think they're in space or something."
"Okay", says Quinn, as usual ignoring Brittany's weird comment.
Quinn gives Brittany a hug and walks toward her own car. Brittany realizes that Santana still has the car keys and sighs, leaning down over Santana from the sidewalk trying to get a hold of her purse. As she leans over her friend Brittany puts her hand on the latina's thigh. Santana can't fight her impulses any longer so she grabs the front of her dress and brings the blonde's lips to her. Brittany is surprised but soon she's responding, kissing her friend back eagerly, resting her hand on the latina's knees.
"San", she whispers.
Santana ignores her and keeps kissing her. She just wants more of Brittany.
"Santana, you're drunk", Brittany's whispering against her lips.
"So?" says Santana.
"So", Brittany says breathless, "I don't want you to do anything you'll regret."
"Don't worry", Santana mumbles, never stopping to kiss the blonde.
But Brittany breaks the kiss and leans back, but keeps her hands on the latina's knees. She bites her bottom lip in frustration but says:
"Let's get you home, Santana", sweetly and walks around to the driver's side, getting in. Santana wonders if she should in fact be worried about what had just happened but the haze in her head is too thick and she leans back in her seat, falling asleep.