im SO sorry it took me so long to update. It's been crazy, I was gonna do it on wednesday but i was at 6th form 8-4 then work 6:30-10:30 so i didn't get the chance. I will be writing the next chapter on sunday (im working 2-10 on sat) so hopefully it'll be up sunday or monday. sorrry. remember to review and favourite fannxxx, enjoy! 3
Chapter 7
Santana's POV
After what happened in the hallway I found myself in the party mood yet again. We re-entered the mess and the atmosphere took its hold. The night seemed to go by in a blur, a very happy blur. Brittany and I danced and danced, until our feet couldn't take it anymore. There was normal dancing there was slow dancing and finally towards the end of the night there was dirty dancing. People were starting to leave to go back to their own rooms and the music had been cut off, but for some reason Britt and I still found ourselves entwined on the makeshift dance floor.
"Okay ladies, break it up. Everyone's left now and whilst you two have been enjoying each other's company I've cleaned the room up enough for us to get a decent couple hours sleep so break it up so I can go to sleep. I will sleep in the single if you want"
Seriously Quinn? I'm going to have to wipe that smug look off her face in a minute. I don't want to sleep with Britt. I mean, I do, but not yet... I mean like 2 hours ago a kiss nearly brought this whole 'us' thing to an end before it even began, so I doubt sleeping in the same bed is going to be a good idea.
"No... Uh. I already sorted my stuff out to sleep in the single so uh... I'll be okay there – plus I wouldn't want to interrupt your two's cuddles now would I"
Yess, Quinn 1 – me 1 she won't like that dig very much. She's so invested in keeping up her badass image; she won't admit to anyone she's a cuddler.
"Oh shut up S, Britt's the cuddler in this friendship aint that right baby girl" this time she decided to go that extra step and stroke Brittany's face.
It's okay; they're best friends, nothing more. Chill yo' beans.
This time it's Brittany's turn to interject -
"Okay, ew. Now I want to be in the single bed - away from you. And I enjoy a nice cuddle, so what? Just keepin' it real"
That's my B.
As I finally get settled under the sheets my mind starts to wander. I have always had the tendency to think a lot before I fall asleep, usually about problems in my life. But tonight all I can of is how perfect the night had been. Forgetting the part when I freaked out, starting from the moment B told me she might want an 'us' in the future. I'd had a really great evening, but I still had an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. I couldn't help but notice a certain set of hazel eyes watching every move I made with Britt, there was someone on the side-line keeping an eye on me, and it was unnerving to say the least.
Brittany's POV
This girl's different. From the moment we went back to the party I just couldn't stand to leave her side. I've never been like that before. Every girl I've ever been with has annoyed me or been too clingy but somehow, this time, I'm the clingy one. I can't get over how perfect this night has been. I mean, I know she freaked out a bit with the whole spin the bottle thing but after that the night was just bliss. The only thing that could've been better is if I'd had the guts to ask her to my girlfriend then and there. I just couldn't shake the feeling that I'd of seemed desperate or needy or some shit. I haven't even been on a date with the girl and here I am regretting not asking her to be my girlfriend. What the fuck happened to me? That's a stupid question. Santana happened to me.
I'm never going to sleep tonight. I am exhausted but I can already tell my body's not ready to let me rest just yet. I have a bad feeling about tonight. As amazing as it was, I saw the way Olivia was looking at me and the certain brunette I was grinding on. She's a psycho, she always has been. She was watching S in the way a lion stalks its prey and it's got me freaking out majorly. I guess I'm going to have to tell San about her, explain that it's over, and hope she doesn't run a mile.
Why did this have to happen to me? Just as I'm ready to let someone new in my life, in a way that goes against everything my head is telling me, my ex comes back. She'd better not be back for good or shit could very well go down.
Olivia. Where do I start with Olivia? Well, she was my first real girlfriend – I mean, I had girls before but they were just practice for what Olivia and I would end up having. I met her when I joined the basketball team, she was the year above me and well she kind of captured my heart. I didn't have a choice. I knew it was wrong, to be dating the captain of my basketball team, especially one who was a year above me, but I didn't care. She was hot, and she made me feel like I could do anything. She used to give me one 1 on 1 training afterhours, and soon those 1 on 1 training sessions because 1 on 1 sex sessions and things kinda went from there. I plucked up the courage to ask her out on a real date after a couple of weeks, and then we realised we'd both developed feelings for each other. Life was good, we were a great basketball team, I was getting played every week despite being a freshman and our sex life was immense.
One day I was out for coffee with my best friend at the time, Sasha, and we were talking about life and how well my relationship was with Liv and Sasha decided she wanted to meet my so-called perfect girlfriend. Sasha, being my only gay friend, was thrilled when I introduced them. They struck up a friendship and all 3 of us started hanging out, it was great. Then one summer my family decided to go on vacation to Spain. It was unexpected, but I love travelling so I was only too happy to go, even if it meant leaving Olivia for a couple weeks. She'd been hanging out with Sasha recently so I just figured she'd be fine. Boy was I right.
The week after I returned from Spain Olivia told me she was going to college in the next state over and that we had to break up. I pretty much begged her to stay, but in the end I must've pissed her off 'cause she, pretty bluntly, told me she'd been sleeping with Sasha since the week before I went away. I felt as if my heart had been ripped in two and I was glad she was leaving, otherwise I'm pretty sure I would've killed her. So, to say we left on bad terms would be quite an understatement. I loved this girl, she was the first (and last) girl I'd opened up to and she betrayed me. I couldn't get over that - until I met Santana. But that doesn't mean to say those feelings for Olivia had ever completely disappeared. After all, you never forget your first love.
1 week later – Date Night
Santana's POV
So date night has finally arrived. The week had flown by so quickly, Britt and I had started talking more at school now but I still wanted to get to know her more; there was something about her that just entices me. I can't stop thinking about what it is. Maybe it has something to do with her family? A lost love? Whatever it is I can't wait to get to the bottom of it.
I'm not one to rush my pre-date routine, so, since I've got 5 hours till she comes to get me I'd better start part 1. Bath time. After shaving my entire body, yeah that's right ENTIRE (you never know what might happen, plus it's better to be safe than sorry right?) I'm ready to start exfoliating. I grab my pot of face mask off the side and start applying it. There's nothing more relaxing then a face mask whilst in the bath. It never fails to calm me down.
Brittany's POV
I'm not the type of girl who spends hours in the bathroom getting ready for a date. It's never really been my thing. I'll have a quick shower and change into some clean clothes an hour before I have to pick her up. That gives me time to clean my room (you never know right?) and my car (like I said, you never know). I booked reservations at breadstix, it's not really a reservation type of place but it never fails to impress when you can walk straight through. I even arranged for a little surprise for her on the table.
What can I say? I know how to treat the ladies
Santana's POV
3 hours later
What do I wear? Oh god oh god, she's already seen me in most of my outfits but I want to wear something special. This is our first fucking date; it has to be something special. Why is everything in my closet so boring? AH!
I have 2 hours to get dressed and do my hair. Luckily I don't have to wear that much makeup so it usually only takes me like an hour to do both. I picked a long red dress. I know she's seen me in the short red dress I own but this is different. It's darker and puts more emphasis on my cleavage rather than my legs so hopefully it'll catch her eye. Plus since it's long I can wear my new black heels without having to worry about giving myself a pedicure.
It worked with girls in the past, why shouldn't it work with her? So that's dress done, I've picked out what necklace to wear, and I've even decided on what jacket would go well with the outfit. All that's left is hair and make-up.
I decided to straighten my hair but with a little curl at the bottom to give it some 'OOMPH' as my hairdresser says, and understated eye makeup with a bit of gloss. I never thought Britt was into those girls with their faces practically painted on with makeup. I hope she appreciates the eau natural look.
I am practically done and I've still got 30 minutes to kill. Tumblr it is.
Brittany's POV
Okay so I have like an hour and a half before I have to pick her up, and my room and car are both clean as a whistle and I'm fed up with sitting around twiddling my thumbs. I tried to watch TV, even tried checking my tumblr but my dashboard was dead and I am too nervous to concentrate properly anyway.
I guess I could just shower now, dunno, maybe try taking my time. I need to shave my legs anyway so maybe I can drag this out a bit.
After the longest shower I've ever had I have to admit I do feel slightly more refreshed. I'm so used to just getting in, taking care of business and jumping out that I forgot how relaxing it can be. After glancing at the clock I realised I notice I've got 25 minutes till I have to leave to get S.
SHIT! If I'm late she's gonna kill me
It's moments like these when I'm grateful for my incessant need to organise everything to perfection. My clothes are already laid out on my bed and after quickly blow drying my hair and putting a little bit of makeup on I'm ready to go.
Outside Santana's House - Still Brittany's POV
10 minutes early. What if she's not ready yet? Should I knock on the door or text her..
I decide she'd probably appreciate old school, and after waiting at her door for a few minutes she finally emerges.
Holy shit I have lucked out. She looks fucking perfect. And her boobs, OH MY GOD. HER BOOBS. Mind out of the gutter Brittany, mind out of the gutter!
"uh sorry I'm a little bit early.. I wasn't sure if you'd be ready yet"
I can't help but feel nervous; I'm taking the most beautiful girl out on a date. How on earth did I get so lucky?
"stop gawking Brittany, my eyes are up here" she says with a playful smile on her lips.
mmhmm those lips
"shit, sorry – I know but.. shit. You look amazing. Sorry I can't seem to stop cursing around you."
"it's okay haha, so what's this breadstix place like then?"
"uhhh nothing short of heaven. I hope you're hungry"
"hell yeah I'm hungry, maybe you should take your eyes off me and aim them at the road? I don't want us crashing before I get to taste this so-called heaven."
Shit she knows I can't take me eyes off her. Way to play it cool Brittany. But she doesn't seem to mind, to be honest she kind of seems to be amused by it. I should really stop leering though, but oh my god her boobs look so good. OKAY. FOCUS. Focus on the road B. Let's take this beauty to dinner. Let's make her mine.