Yay! Chapter seven! Hopefully you guys will like this chapter. I'm a little pissed about Bram and all, so I made this chapter as a sort of outlet on my Brittana feelings.
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The smell of deliciously unhealthy, buttery popcorn filled my senses as we waited in line for snacks. Every now and then, I looked around to see if anybody was staring at me or if I could see my dad, but I doubted he'd come here.
"What size should we get?" Britt asked, turning to look at me.
"Uh... large?" I shrugged. "Oh, and can you get me a coke?"
"We can get a large one to share." She bit her lip. The thought of my lips touching where hers had been made me almost giddy with joy.
"If you don't mind." She added quickly.
I shook my head. "No-I don't mind. It's fine."
She grinned. "Awesome."
After getting our popcorn, soda, and candy, we walked to our theater and chose seats in the very back.
Britt opened her box of Dots and I opened my pack of Sour Patch Kids as the movie started.
I nervously took a handful of popcorn as the movie started to get creepy. I stopped reaching for more popcorn when Britt's hand tightly gripped my own. My heart rose into my throat. She leaned over so our shoulders were tightly pressed.
"You okay?" I whispered.
She nodded. "I'm not good with horror movies."
"Then why did you want to see this?!"
"So I could... never mind." She stopped herself.
"Seriously, Britt. You can tell me." I turned to face her. I could barely see her in the dark shadows of the movie theater, but I could sort of make out her pale skin and gorgeous face.
She turned towards me as well, her blue eyes pouring into mine.
"I-I wanted to see this because... b-because... I like being this close to you." She bit her lip and blushed. I blushed, too.
I smiled, though. "Thanks, Britt." I held her hand tighter and let her lean against me as the movie continued.
Suddenly, this scene made us both jump, and she squeezed my hand even tighter. I turned towards her with a teasing smile.
"Scaredy cat."
She rolled her eyes. "Please, you almost wet yourself."
I giggled quietly. "You jumped at least three feet in the air."
"You jumped five!"
We both giggled, trying hard to keep quiet.
We turned to face each other at the same time. I blushed at the closeness.
My eyes darted down towards her lips, and her eyes did the same to mine. Oh god, does that mean she wants to kiss me as badly as I want to kiss her? I gulped and dragged my eyes back up to her eyes. They met again, and we seemed to be getting closer.
A loud noise coming from the speakers of the movie broke us apart, making us both blush insanely.
We didn't finish our popcorn or candy.
"You're such a wimp!" I teased, poking Brittany's side with my pointer finger.
We were inside her house, her parents were gone for the day so we were alone.
"No way! You screamed during that one part!" She replied playfully poking my side in return.
"That wasn't because of the movie!"
"Suure it wasn't!" She lunged for my side, but I dodged, tickling her side then running.
"Oh you're gonna get it!" She started to chase after me.
Giggling furiously, I ran around the whole house; through the kitchen, the study, the dining room, and ended up jumping behind the couch to hide. I stopped my laughing and held my breath.
"Saaan? Where are you?" Brittany called.
I bit my lip to keep quiet.
"Guess she's not here..." I heard the TV flicker on. "Guess that means I can have some... alone time." I tilted my head and furrowed my eyebrows. What?
Suddenly, I heard moaning emanating from the surround sound.
Oh my god she turned on porn?! I bit my lip harder, trying to stay quiet.
The volume turned up.
"Damn, this is really turning me on." I heard Britt say suddenly.
Oh god... stay strong, Santana. Don't let her win! I told myself sternly.
I heard another moan – but not from the TV. Oh god was she really moaning or fake-moaning? I couldn't tell, but either way it made me finally give in.
I stood up quickly and ran out of the room. The sound changed to a cartoon then I heard footsteps coming after me.
Suddenly, just as I made it into Britt's bedroom where I'd planned to lock myself inside, I felt something push me into the bed.
"Surrender!" Brittany shouted, her legs straddling my lower back.
"Never!" I struggled to free myself.
One hand pinned my hands by the wrists to the bed above my head. Fingertips tickled my side, making me laugh loudly.
"Give in?" She asked after a few moments.
"No!" I breathed between hard laughs. I had tears in my eyes from laughing so hard.
Suddenly, I was flipped over, where Brittany took full advantage to tickle my stomach, making me laugh impossibly harder. I squirmed more under her weight.
"B-Br-itt! St-stop!" I giggled. "Okay! I g-give in!"
The tickling stopped and I could breath sort of normally again.
Brittany was now straddling my front, my two legs half off the bed and the rest of my body laying across it. Something sparked in her eyes, something strange that turned her eyes a darker blue, as they darted down to my lips again.
The lights in her room were still off, so it was dark. Really dark. The only light was from the hallway, and it was just enough to illuminate the room a little.
My eyes moved to her pink lips, then back up to her eyes. My heart pounded against my ribcage when her eyes moved back into mine again. Was she leaning in? Was I leaning in? Soon, our noses were barely brushing passed each other.
Oh my god, Brittany Pierce is going to kiss me. Oh my god. My heart pounded harder and harder with each passing moment.
I closed my eyes when I felt her soft, thin lips press against my own plump ones. Gentle, at first, but soon the kiss deepened and became desperate. I moved my hands to her hips and her hands moved to my cheeks. Our lips moved in perfect sync. Brittany traced her tongue along the bottom of my lip and I immediately granted her access into my mouth. Our tongues battled briefly before they turned to massaging the inside of each others mouths. We pulled away for a moment as air became a needed factor, but crashed back together in a desperate frenzy to be closer. We were sandwiched together tightly, trying to feel closer and closer each and every moment we spent kissing.
When we both pulled away again, we were gasping for air and blushing.
"That was... unexpected." I panted. "Wait... you... are you...?"
She nodded shyly. "Y-Yeah."
"Then... why were you so... mean?"
"Because I wanted to be popular."
"So you decided to torture others?"
"I did whatever Quinn told me to."
"Why?!" I huffed.
"Because she knew and I didn't want her to tell anybody!" Her voice got louder as she got off of me and sat down, facing away from me.
"Why?" I pressed, sitting up beside her.
"Because I didn't want to end up like you!" She screamed, looking back at me with tear-filled eyes.
"So you let me be tormented?" My voice cracked.
"San-listen... I really, really like you. I'm such an idiot for trying to hide how I feel about girls and for treating you so horribly, but I did it because I was scared. I was scared of what people would think of me – co-captain of the Cheerios – if they knew I was gay." Tears fell down her cheeks.
I wiped one away with the pad of my thumb. "You could've stood up for me."
She continued to sob. "I-I know. I'm so, so sorry. I just never thought about actually being nice to you until..." She hesitated.
"Until?"
"Until I saw those scars and bruises." She took a shaky breath and I put a hand on her back, rubbing soothing circles. "When I saw them, I was so, so scared. I finally realized what I was doing was really, really bad. I saw how messed up your ribs were, and my heart broke. I couldn't believe how anything that bad could happen to somebody as brave as you."
I blushed. "I'm not brave."
"Yes, you are. Some people would have given up by now, but you never did. Even with your dad, you never once tried to end it all."
"Yes, I did."
She looked at me, her eyes wide.
"Once." I added hastily.
She still looked surprised.
"I did it after my parents found out that I'm a lesbian. It was a horrible thing, coming out to them. They're super religious, which already meant it all would suck." I let out a dry, humorless chuckle. "When the bullying was what I thought was worse, I went to them. The sick part about it all is that, before I came out, I was their pride and joy. I always did what they told me to do, I got straight A's on my report card, never stepped out of line.
But when I asked them to sit down with me at the kitchen table, and said, 'Mamá, papá, I like girls, the way I'm supposed to like boys,' I turned from their dream to their nightmare.
They demanded how I knew, and I said, 'I know because I had sex with both a boy and a girl, and I liked it more with the girl.'
My father stood up and said, 'Get to your room.' so I did.
When he came up, he had this disgusted look on his face, like I wasn't even his daughter anymore.
'Considering I'm legally responsible for you until you're eighteen, I have no choice but to keep you in the house. But if you even consider bringing your sin into this home, I will make you sorry.' Was all he said to me.
Then, he started to drink, and became more violent with me. A month later, he started to rape me.
That was when I did it. I had these sleeping pills in my medicine cabinet, because I have to take them every night, but that night... I-I took five, instead of two." I paused to make sure she was following along.
Britt's face was full of horror, sadness, pity.
"M-My mother found me and took me to the hospital, where they put me on anti-depressants took away my sleeping pills." I sighed.
"D-Did you ever think about doing it again?" She took a shaky breath. "Killing yourself?"
I shrugged. "Sometimes. But then I remember that, without a punching bag, my dad would probably turn onto my mom."
She frowned and wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me closer to her.
"So... is this gonna be weird now?" I asked.
"Would what be weird?" She turned to me with her head tilted to the side in confusion.
"Us. Our friendship."
"Why would it be?"
"Because we... y'know, kissed."
She blushed. "It doesn't have to be... if we just went on a date?"
"A date?" My heart skipped several beats.
She nodded. "Yeah." She got stood in front of me and took my hands. "Santana Lopez, would you do me the honor and go on a date with me Friday?"
I giggled. "Cheesy! But I'd be glad to go on a date with you, Brittany Pierce."
She made a high pitched squeal and pulled me into a tight hug, locking our lips for a moment before pulling away.
"And please, never try to do that to yourself again. Okay?" She whispered.
"Okay. I promise." I nodded and hugged her close to me.
It was a weird feeling, hugging the girl who, less than two months ago, I hated more than anybody else. Now, however, I felt different about her. She wasn't the bitch I assumed she was. Brittany was better than that. She was everything good in this miserable world. She was the light at the end of a tunnel. She was my light at the end of a tunnel. I liked her, a lot.
And who would have thought two months ago that Brittany Pierce liked me back, and wanted to take me on a date?
Tell me what you guys think! I know the chapter seems a bit rushed, but whatever. I'm proud of it. Soooo questions? Comments? Predictions? Whatever you guys wanna say, just say it.
Until next time, Peace. :3