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Chapter 7
As the kiss becomes more passionate I lift her up, feeling her legs wrap around me automatically. Needing to be close to her I push our bodies against the door, merging them together. Our kisses have always been special; there has never been dominance, force. It's just always been love, want, emotion.
She's sitting on the end of the bed, her shoulders shaking and her beautiful blonde hair spread across her back. I can hear her sob; it kills me to hear her cry.
"Britt-Britt, tell me what's wrong, I can make it better .I promise I'll always make it better"
I plead, tears beginning to leak down my own cheeks.
"I wanted it to be special, San"
She says, turning her head to let me gaze into her ocean blue eyes.
"I wanted it to be special, and it was just taken from me"
She buries her head into my shoulder, her lanky, developing body a lot bigger than mine. I gather her into my arms, stroking her back and trying to calm down.
"Noah kissed me, I wasn't ready for it, he just walked up and kissed me. I never wanted my first kiss to be like that. I wanted it with someone special"
My heart hit the floor in Brittany's bedroom. I resented Noah Puckerman with everything my thirteen year old body could hold, rage burning in my stomach.
"You don't have to count that as your first kiss if you don't want to Britt"
I say, and it's true. If Brittany didn't want that as her first, she didn't have to, and what my Britt-Britt wants, she gets.
"Really ,San?"
She asks me, her crystal blue eyes staring at me questioningly.
"Of course, B"
I say trying to push all my love out, so she can hear it.
"You can wait, and have your first kiss with someone special when the time is right"
I say, almost sadly; I feel jealous when she wants to be with anyone but me.
"Oh I already have a special person, San, and I don't really want to wait"
I look up and meet her eyes but look away quickly, I don't want her to see me break. I feel soft hands on my cheek, guiding it straight to look at her, and she's there, barely an inch from my face, our noses touching, eyes staring into our hearts.
Our lips meet sweetly and innocently, mine full of love, always full of love.
I deepen the kiss further, receiving a grateful moan from the beautiful being against me, as I tangle my hands in her blonde hair I feel her hand creep under my shirt and rest on my abs; she always had an affinity for touching random areas of my body. I can't help but let out a small squeak at her touch; I get a shock every time she touches me, it's almost electrical. This urges her on, her kiss is now becoming more hungry, matching mine. I want all of her.
"Saaan"
She calls my name, wanting; needing. I shiver. Turning and walking her over to her bed, a familiar place we have both shared many times before.
I begin to lift her shirt over her head, fitting in small kisses to the exposed skin on her shoulder and neck after it comes off.
She pulls my face to her own and reconnects our lips, filling both our bodies with desire. She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me down onto her, never disconnecting our lips, not wanting to be separated.
A knock at the door startles us both apart.
"Brittany, I was just wondering if Santana was staying for dinner?"
I shake my head, staring at her lying across the sheets on her bed, she's unbelievable. I turn my hand across the bed head and encounter a familiar notch, looking down I see my carving, our carving, and then the pain comes.
"I was actually just leaving, Susan."
I say, rising from the bed and avoiding her questioning eyes. After a moment she rises from her resting place and locates her shirt, slipping it on slowly over head.
"I'll see you downstairs then girls"
Susan Pierce says, walking away from the door.
"I'll walk you out"
She says, not realising, not understanding.
Four words, and I wrench the door open, four words, and I flee down her stairs, four words, and I sprint to her front door, flinging it open and running to my Mami's car; Brittany hot on my heels. Four words and I run away from her, again.
