A/N: What up sexies? I had the shittest day at work today so I decided to write some more for you guys. Thanks for the alerts/favourites and reviews. Means a lot to me, it really does. I only had 5 hours sleep before heading off to work and i still got this cold bothering so this chapters a little weak, well i reckon it's a little weak. Apologies for any mistakes.
Oh the song used is
Over My Head (cable Car) - A Day to Remember
it's a cover The Fray's song, you guys should listen to ADTR's version. It'll make more sense when you read the performing scene. I tried best i could to describe the sounds and the way it's played.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my mind.
Brittany was woken up by the sound of Santana's alarm beeping throughout the morning air. She slowly opened her eyes allowing them to adjust to the light before slowly reaching over to turn the alarm off. After managing to fully open her eyes she saw the Latina still fast asleep in her arms. She found herself staring at her best friend as she slept; her face was soft and peaceful.
Her right arm was till nestled underneath the Latina's head so using her left arm she started to rub her best friends arm in an attempt to wake her up.
"San, San wake up. We gotta go to school" said the Blonde still stroking the Latina's arm.
"Tana, come on sleepy head" she continued after receiving no response. She decided to try a new approach in an attempt to wake her friend. She leant in closer so that her lips were just brushing Santana's ears and continued to call after her friend.
"San-tana wakey wakey" she said and immediately biting her best friend's ear lobe softly.
"Mmm, Britt?" the Latina asked sleepily.
Smiling to herself Brittany hugged the Latina closer to her body before placing a soft kiss on the girl's neck.
"Come on, San you need to wake up. I'm going to get ready, you better be awake when I'm done." She said as she got out of bed and grabbed some clothes from Santana's closet before making her way into the bathroom.
Still half asleep the Latina had only processed half of what the Blonde girl said so she decided to just stay lying in bed hoping to catch a few extra minutes of sleep. She could remember the kiss she had with Brittany the previous night; she remembered feeling differently than she did when she kissed Fiona. She still couldn't put a finger to it, and then it hit her. This whole time she thought Brittany only ever viewed their relationship as a platonic one but last night confirmed that in fact her Blonde best friend had feelings for her.
Groaning to herself she stuffed her face into the pillow trying to make sense of everything. She liked both girls each for different reasons. On one hand she liked how Fiona was confident and managed to manoeuvre her way around Santana's bullshit. She liked how the girl was straight to the point and was equally as arrogant as she was. On the other hand Brittany was best friend and she'd be lying if she said she didn't have some sort of feeling for the Dutch girl. Her innocence and ability to see good in everyone was what she found attractive in the girl. She also loved that regardless the situation her best friend would always be there by her side, refusing to leave.
Thinking over it all she realised that to anyone it was obvious that clearly her feelings for Brittany's were stronger. It was like Puck said to her, even before she came out they practically acted like a couple. She knew that because of their long history she and Brittany would be perfect together but that was also the same reason that held her back. She didn't want to risk the chance of losing the Blonde girl's friendship for the sake of dating. Maybe, if she became Fiona's girlfriend overtime she'd get over her best friend.
Groaning at how complicated everything had become she just lay motionless facedown on the bed wishing that she could just disappear for a while. She was about to fall asleep when she heard footsteps approach her. She felt the bed dip next her and a hand softly stroke her dark hair.
"Tana, come on wake up. Do you want me to drive for you so you can sleep a bit more?" asked the Blonde still stroking her best friend's hair.
"mmrmm…" mumbled the Latina her face still in the pillow.
"San, I can't hear you. It's all muffled"
Santana turned her head so she was looking at Brittany before continuing, "I said, I'm awake give me 15minutes"
Nodding to the Latina, Brittany grabbed her best friend's bag slinging it over her shoulder.
"San, I'm going to quickly stop by my house to grab my books. You better be awake and ready." She said as she grabbed her friend's car keys. Both girls trusted each other with their cars so it wasn't out of the ordinary when either of them would borrow each other's cars.
Nodding her head into the pillow the Latina just half waved at her friend as she tried to roll off the bed.
15minutes later the Latina was sitting on her front porch waiting for Brittany to return. She had been waiting 5 minutes and was about to text the Blonde when she saw her beloved Challenger roll up her driveway.
"What took you so long? I thought you weren't coming back" ask Santana as she got into the passenger seat.
"I'd never leave you behind San. I had to get my books and I decided to pick up a coffee and muffin for you" answered the Blonde handing Santana the coffee and a paper bag with the muffin inside.
The Latina's eyes shot up in excitement as she grabbed the items, she loved it how her friend could read her mind. She was instantly hit with a thought about a future where Brittany would prepare breakfast for her before she left for work. Shaking her head in an attempt to rid herself of the thought the Latina started sipping her coffee while sneaking glances towards her best friend as she drove.
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At their lockers Brittany couldn't help but stare at her best friend as she collected her books. Her eyes raked over the girl's body eventually landing on the Latina's ass, she couldn't help but lick her lips at the sight.
Mmm, her legs they're amazing so toned. I wonder how tight she could wrap them around my waist. I wonder what that'd be like. Oh, no don't Brittany. She thought as her eye's trailed up the Latina's body.
Dammit, now you can't stop staring at her ass. I want to touch it, scratch that I want to grab that ass and slap it. Damn, Brittany why are you thinking so dirty, stop it, no I can't, yes you can, no I can't. Stuff you! She forced her eyes to trail up further before they landed on the Latina's chest.
Damn you eyes, why'd you stop there. Wow, they look so big. They're mocking me oh man I want to touch them. Better yet eat them, nom nom nom. I wonder what they taste like or feel. Well this sucks, they're just so out there now. How the hell am I going to concentrate, I can practically see down her chest every time we walk I guess it's good I'm taller than her. Her eye's finally trailed up to the Latina's face who was still unaware of her friend staring.
Her face is so cute. Almost looks like an angry baby. Those lips, I love how they feel what I would give to feel them against mine again. Her eyes are amazing, the deep brown colour that seem to stare right into my soul. She thought as her eyes were still trained on the Latina.
Sensing someone was staring at her Santana turned her head and locked eyes with Brittany. Her blue eyes sending electricity into her own mocha eyes, it was almost as if she was staring into her soul.
"What? Is there something on my face?" asked the Latina touching her cheeks.
"Nothing" answered Brittany before quickly adding a quiet, "You're perfect"
"What did you say?" Santana asked only hearing a faint mumble from the Blonde girl.
"I didn't say anything" replied Brittany hoping that her best friend would believe her.
"Oh, ok. Hey, we don't have first period together. Damn, meet up at lunch?" asked the Latina.
"We don't?" Brittany asked glancing at her timetable in her locker, "Oh, yeah I have English. We have a study period together before lunch though?"
"Yeah, but I told Fiona I'd meet up with her to practice for Glee. She's performing tomorrow. I'm sorry" she could only smile at Brittany apologetically as she saw her best friend's face fall.
"Oh, that's ok then. Of course. Guess I'll see you at lunch then." The blonde said sadly.
"I'm sorry Britt-stix. Anyway I gotta go Chem." As she was about to walk away she felt her books being taken out of her arms.
"I'll walk you to class" Brittany said flashing a wide smile.
"Britt, the labs are on the opposite side of school" the Latina pointed out.
"So?"
"Ok, if you really want to" said Santana knowing it'd be futile to try and protest.
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Brittany practically ran towards her English class because she decided to wait by the door eying both Santana and Fiona as they sat next to each other. It wasn't because she thought Fiona was going to do something bad she just wanted to make sure she didn't try anything on the Latina.
Sprinting she barged through the door with everyone staring at her. She observed the room and saw that the teacher hadn't even arrived and everyone was just talking. She decided to sit on the table with Quinn and Rachael.
"I don't like Fiona" the blonde huffed as she sat down.
"No shit" Quinn stated in which she received a slap from Rachael.
"Why don't you like her Brittany?" asked Rachael as she leant across forcing the shorter Blonde to pull back in order to give her room to lean in.
"Yeah, don't mind me. I'm just furniture" Quinn remarked as she leant further into her chair to give Rachael room.
Ignoring the comment Brittany turned to Rachael and leant in closer so she could hear her, " Well yesterday, Fiona asked Tana to help her perform for Glee club tomorrow. It wasn't that she asked but it was how she asked. She was touching Tana's hands and everything. She was being all cocky and flirting with her."
"Well duh, they're dating" Quinn interjected thus receiving a punch from Rachael.
"What do you mean? No they're not, she kissed me last night" the Blonde commented.
"She what?" Rachael practically yelled out.
"She kissed me" Brittany stated, "Wouldn't that be cheating then?" asked the Blonde.
"No, for Santana dating just means she'll go out with you but she's still free to date other people" Quinn added still leaning back in her chair with her arms crossed.
"Wait, so you and Santana kissed last night?" Rachael asked leaning in more forcing Quinn to pull her chair back.
"Yeah, ok. Don't mind me. Hey why not just sit on my lap instead doesn't seem like I exist anyway" huffed Quinn still crossing her arms in front of her.
Ignoring the shorter Blonde Brittany began to tell Rachael about the kiss, "Yeah, we were about to go to sleep and I moved in close so my face was really close to hers. Then she just leant forward and kissed me. It was short but I liked it." Said Brittany smiling at the memory.
Suddenly Brittany's phone chirped signalling a message from Santana.
Hey Britt-Stix. Guess what? I did some titrations and got a pretty pink for you. – S
As soon as she read the text her phone chirped again, this time it was a picture message. The picture was of Santana dressed in a white labcoat with a goofy smile holding a conical flask that had a light pink liquid in it and she giving a thumbs up with the other hand. A message was attached to the picture text.
This pink reminds me of that pink duck I won for you at the carnival over the summer –S
Rachael was practically on Quinn trying to read the message on Brittany's phone.
"Get off me Rachael" Quinn said trying to push the Diva off her.
"Why does she call you Britt-Stix Brittany?" Rachael asked curiously.
Looking up from her phone Brittany just shrugged, "She keeps telling me she'll tell me one day."
"Really Rachael? You can't figure it out? I would've thought you'd have it solved since for some reason you're freakishly observant. Sometimes I think you probably know my pee flow" Quinn commented relieved that the Diva had stopped leaning on her.
"What do you mean?" Brittany and Rachael asked in unison.
"It's quite simple. The girl loves her some Breadsticks and the one place she gets her fix is at Breadstix spelt with an 'x'. So it's just Santana's stupid way of saying she loves you as much as she loves Breadstix hence your nickname Britt-stix. Notice the similarities? You're as special as Breadstix to her. I just think she's a fat ass for nicknaming you after food." Quinn explained inspecting her nails.
"Says the girl who decided to call me 'Rachael Bacon' that's not even creative. You just replaced Berry with bacon. At least Santana's nickname for Brittany is an actual nickname. You didn't even change my name at all." Rachael interrupted.
"Whatever you like it Bacon" huffed Quinn.
"You see I don't even know if you're talking to me or a strip of meat. At least Brittany's nickname incorporates part of her name in it" the diva pointed out.
Brittany could only sit there watching the two bicker over nicknames. Glancing at the clock she realised 30minutes had already passed and there were only 15minutes left in the class, yet the teacher hadn't even arrived. She returned her attention to the two girls still bickering, she was still confused about their relationship.
Sighing dramatically Quinn turned so she was facing Brittany while Rachael was trying to sit up so she could see Brittany past Quinn's shoulders.
"When did she first call you Britt-stix?" Questioned the shorter Blonde.
"Um, at Puck's party when she was drunk. She also called me Britt-stix just before we kissed that night." She said still remembering the night as if it had just happened the day before.
"Wait, she kissed you then?" Rachael asked from behind Quinn's back.
"Yeah, she was drunk and demanded I kiss her or else she wouldn't get onto the bed."
"Did she try to deepen it or take it further?" question Quinn thinking hard trying to figure out the Latina's motives.
"Well, I was going to just peck her on the lips but she pulled me in. Then she pulled me ontop of her on the bed and - " before she could continue she was cut off by Quinn.
"Ok, interesting. Seems like she had some sort of feelings for you then. If she just wanted a hook up she wouldn't have bothered asking. Am I right Brittany?"
Brittany nodded and realised that the Latina did in fact reciprocate her feelings this whole time. It gave her a sense of hope that soon they'll be together.
"I think tomorrow after Glee Club we should meet at your house to discuss your plans for Santana this weekend. Have you asked her ?" Rachael suggested looking at Brittany.
"No, I'll ask her today when we go home" as soon as she said this the bell rang signalling the end of the period. The teacher never came but this didn't bother the Dutch girl because she had gained some insight into her best friend's subtle hints.
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"Tana?" Brittany asked hesitantly
"Yeah Britt-stix?" Brittany smiled knowing all to well the reasons behind this nickname.
"Are you busy Saturday? I don't have dance classes so I was hoping maybe you'd want to come with me down to the track?"
"Of course not. Hell yeah I'll come down with you to the track. You know how much I love going there with you, even though you only let me ride your bike on the flat track" the Latina laughed remembering the time she begged Brittany to let her ride her bike and it ended with both girl's screaming at the top of their lungs as Santana narrowly missed a tree before the Blonde girl grabbed the handlebars to stop the bike just before they hit a jump.
"Hey San?" Brittany whispered.
"Yes Britt?"
"Why are you dating Fiona?" it came out as barely a whisper.
"Why do you ask?" Santana questioned wanting to avoid this conversation.
"I'm just wondering because we kissed last night and that time after Puck's party. You probably don't remember because you were drunk."
"She asked me out and she's a cool person to hang out with so why not. I know, I remember. C-can we not talk about this now? I promise we'll talk about it later but not now." She pleaded feeling a little guilty that she was unable to provide Brittany with an answer she wanted.
"It's ok San. I know it's hard for you. We can talk about it later"
They had reached the Pierce residence and before Brittany could get out of the car Santana grabbed her wrist to grab the Blonde's attention.
"I'm sorry. I promise we'll talk about it later Ok?" she apologised.
"I already said it's on Tana. Relax" the Blonde answered with a shining smile on her face.
"You know, sometimes alcohol gives someone the courage to do things they've always wanted to do." The Latina said before her best friend stepped out of the car.
Looking at her with a confused expression Brittany waved goodbye to her best friend as she watched her drive away.
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The next day was uneventful for Brittany she had barely seen Santana because she was busy practicing with Fiona every free moment they had. She was upset that her best friend was spending all her time with Fiona.
She sauntered into the choir room taking a seat on the highest level waiting for the others to arrive. She watched the members trickle in one by one. Rachael and Quinn sat with her on the highest level with Mercedes and Kurt on the opposite end of them, Sam, Mike and Tina sat on the middle level and on the bottom level Finn, Lauren, Puck and Artie sat down.
Everyone was there except for the raven haired girl and Latina. Just as walked in Fiona and Santana entered the room with Fiona carrying the Latina's guitar case.
"Fiona is going to perform a song for us since she didn't get the chance to when she first joined" announced the director gesturing for Fiona to take the floor.
"Alright you guys I'm gonna be performing A Day to Remember's cover of The Fray's Over My Head. Santana here is going to help me as well" she pointed towards the Latina who stood next to her with her arms crossed.
Handing the guitar case to the Latina she pulled out a pair of worn out drum sticks from her back pocket before sitting at the drum set.
"Oh, you play the drums?" asked Finn excited at the fact that there would be another drummer present in the club.
"Sure do, I play bass and guitar. But Santana's a better guitarist than me" she stated.
Everyone's eyes trailed towards the Latina who was fixing the strap on her guitar before taking her pick from her lips to her hands. They were all surprised that the Latina could play the guitar, she looked so natural with the instrument hanging from her shoulders she looked in control.
"Whoa, since when did you play?" Puck asked surprised that the Latina played.
"Since I was 6? I don't know. A long time I guess" the Latina just shrugged not really caring.
Turning to Fiona Santana gave the girl a nod, "Hit it Sticks"
Brittany felt her heart break a little when she heard the nickname, she felt as if Santana was replacing her and she just waned to run out. Before she could she felt Quinn's hand on her knee.
"She calls her that because she plays the drums. It's not the same as your nickname. Don't worry" the shorter Blonde whispered to her Dutch friend.
Instead of leaving Brittany decided to stay and watch the Latina beauty play. As the intro of the song started she could see the Latina standing there waiting for her cue, only the drums could be heard.
I never knew
I never knew that everything was falling through
That everyone I knew was waiting on a cue
To turn and run when all I needed was the truth
Then there it was Santana played a chord as she slid her hand up the neck of the guitar before strumming. Watching her best friend's soft hands slide across the neck had caused Brittany's breath to hitch and her heart to start beating faster.
But that's how it's got to be
It's coming down to nothing more than apathy
I'd rather run the other way than stay and see
The smoke and who's still standing when it clears
There was a brief pause before the chorus started. Brittany watched as Santana moved her body with her guitar sliding her hands across the neck as she changed chords, her fingers moving with expertise across the strings. The way her right hand moved as she strummed, she loved the way the Latina would bounce and sway with the guitar with a look of concentration.
Everyone knows I'm in over my head, over my head
With eight seconds left in overtime
She's on your mind, she's on your mind
As Fiona sung the last line of the chorus the Blonde girl caught Santana staring at her before dropping her head down to her guitar.
Let's rearrange
I wish you were a strange I could disengage
Just say that we agree and then never change
Soften a bit until we all just get along
There it was again the slide. The way her hands slide up the neck eliciting a high pitch screech from her guitar. It was the sexiest sight that the Blonde had ever seen. She realised at that moment one of her favourite things to watch the Latina do was a slide on the guitar.
But that's disregard
Find another friend and you discard
As you lose the argument in a cable car
Hanging above as the canyon comes down
Everyone knows I'm in over my head, over my head
With eight seconds left in overtime
She's on your mind, she's on your mind
Everyone knows I'm in over my head, over my head
With eight seconds left in overtime
She's on your mind, she's on your mind
As they entered the bridge the playing became less frantic and more heavier. Santana's moving in small intervals as she played concentrating hard on the task at hand. Brittany noticed through out the performance the Latina had a habit of biting her lip and sticking her tongue out slightly as she played. She fought hard to try and not jump the Latina right there, the sight alone sent tingles down her back.
Suddenly I become a part of your past
I'm becoming the part that don't last
I'm losing you and it's effortless
Brittany could see the looks between Fiona and Santana she felt as if she was losing her slowly. She didn't want her best friend to fall or Fiona because she knew deep down they were suppose to be together, she wasn't going down without a fight.
Without a sound
We lose sight of the ground in the throw around
never thought that you wanted to bring it down
I won't let it go down 'till we torch it ourselves
The music started to soften with only the bass drum being hit and a guitar strumming with the clean effect. Brittany watched as her friend stood waiting for her cue, she noticed that the Latina was looking over at Fiona who had winked at the former as she sang. Brittany could feel the jealousy building up inside of her, they had so much chemistry sharing a passion for the instruments they played.
Everyone knows I'm in over my head, over my head
With eight seconds left in overtime
She's on your mind, she's on your mind
Everyone knows I'm in over my head, over my head
With eight seconds left in overtime
She's on your mind, she's on your mind
Everyone knows I'm in over my head, over my head
With eight seconds left in overtime
She's on your mind, she's on your mind
As the song came to an end there was a massive smile on Santana's face as she stood there. Brittany was about to hug her friend but before she could Fiona had beaten it to her and was now hugging the Latina tightly swinging her around before putting her down and kissing her cheek. The Blonde girl could practically feel the rage boiling inside of her, she wanted to be the one doing that, she wanted to be the only one made Santana smile like that. Her inner thoughts were cut off by the cheering from the other glee club members.
"You rocked ASS LOPEZ! You too Fiona. Sexiest rock duo totally bad asses" cheered Puck fist pumping the air as Lauren nodded in agreement.
"That was some pretty intense drumming Fiona. Reckon you could give out some pointers? Man that was awesome!" Finn complimented.
"Damn girl, that was some tight drumming and Satan, Who knew your hands could be used for something other than punching people's faces" joked Mercedes gaining a small hi-5 from Kurt.
The entire choir room was filled with praises towards both girls who were eating up every compliment. Before Santana turned around to pack up her guitar she looked to Brittany and gave her a wink before placing Fuego into his case.
That wink gave Brittany all the hope she needed; she turned to Rachael and Quinn her eyes filled with hope. They looked at her anticipating what she was going to say, they were afraid she was disheartened after the performance. They leant forward to hear her say just above a whisper,
"Let's go get my girl"
A/N: There ya have it chapter.7
Oh, quick note when i write these i sometimes write from personal experience. Like i think Chapter.4 the party seen, the whole game of 21 and passing out and like 6 shots in an hour etc. that actually happened to me and some friends.
The whole bacon thing, I have a friend who's actually that obsessed with bacon. He let my other friends take $50 off him when he was drunk to buy maccas for everyone because they promised him bacon.
Flint, is the actual name of my Guitar and my dream guitar is a Gibson Les Paul hence why i made Santana own one. It's a pretty bad ass guitar.
Anyway hope you guys liked this chapter, personally my favourite so far is Chapter.6
Tell me what your favourite chapter is (: Review review and i love you.
PS: since i live in Australia to all you Americans out there I'm from the technically future (: