Red dress or black dress? Red dress or black dress? I ask myself over and over again as I hold the two dresses against my naked torso. This night has to go well, it just has to because if it does then maybe... I don't know will happen between me and Brittany, hell, I don't even know what I want to happen between us. But I know I can't mess this up because then I will have totally screwed up my chance to have something... special with Brittany.
That's what I want to have with her - something special. I don't know what that is yet but I'm sure I will once it happens.
But until then I have to endure the laborious task of putting clothes on; I'm a pro at removing them but putting them on is a bit more tricky. People expect so much from me as head cheerleader and hottest chick in school so I can't just put on any old thing. But I'm going to have to come up with something quick because Brittany will be here any minute and I can't look anything less than perfection.
So here I am standing in just my underwear trying to look like an even hotter bitch than usual and failing miserably at it.
That is until I hear the creaking of my bedroom door flying open, I swing around, gazing upon a flash of blonde hair and hearing a loud "Oh God I'm so so sorry!" before spinning back around and grabbing my previously discarded towel in the process.
I wrap the towel around me and turn around to see Brittany standing in the doorway facing the hallway, whispering to herself "Damn. Damn. Damn." over and over again. She is so cute.
"Umm Britt..." I say which results in the blonde turning around, red faced. "You can come in now, the girls are covered." I add with a smile.
"Ahh... Umm... your mum let me in... told me to come up here." she stutters in response, staring everywhere but at me.
"It's fine honestly. We're all friends here." I try to say as sensitively as possible, receiving a laugh from her thin lips.
"So get your chunky ass in here!" I add, throwing a pillow at her to get her moving.
"Ouch! Totally unnecessary San!" She responds, finally shuffling into the room and choosing to sit on the edge of the bed.
"Serves you right for being a big perv!" I smirk at her.
"Hey! Totally not my fault. Maybe if you actually were almost ready on time for once then maybe I wouldn't have been forced to see the... girls." She can barely finish her sentence before erupting into laughter.
"My babies are fabulous; don't even try to deny that what just happened will be the highlight of your night." I reply with a wink.
She throws her hands in the air in an act of defeat "Oh you foiled my master plan. This was my plan all along, I only asked for tutoring just so I can see your tits for all of 3 seconds."
"Best 3 seconds of your life though." I smirk.
The response of this being a smile and her eyes lingering in mine.
"We don't have time for this silly! I'm pretty sure we have a party to go to and I still don't have a clue what I'm going to wear!"
"Umm just give me a sec whilst I go contain my babies." I reply, going into my walk in closet and replacing my towel with a bra. I'm pretty sure Brittany can handle me wearing just this until I finally decide what to wear.
I walk out of the closet and it looks like a bomb went off in Forever 21.
"I leave you for like 30 seconds and you have managed to destroy my room. Good going blondie."
"Well obtaining perfection is not a clean and easy process duh, you should know that."
I laugh and respond "Well we have many...many choices so I'm pretty sure we can turn this ugly duckling into a beautiful swan." pinching her cheeks.
"That's an awesome story."
"I know..." I respond to how sweet and innocent she can be "I was only joking you know you're... crazy beautiful." I add right before conveniently suddenly becoming engrossed in her clothes thrown across my bed.
All I can think to myself is "Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck. You're such an idiot Santana."
I pick out a light pink dress and hold it against her, whilst at the same time avoiding all eye contact with her.
"Umm this is really nice... I think you should wear this..." I say with as much confidence as I can muster.
"You think I'm beautiful?" is the response.
I finally make eye contact with her, which is a big mistake because we are so close I can feel her warm breath on my face.
I drop the dress to my side and awkwardly laugh, trying to play it cool whilst inside I'm planning my suicide for later that night.
All she does is wait, staring at me with a smile until I give her an answer.
"Of course... just look at you."
To this she doesn't say anything, but rather stares at me with greater intensity, her eyes darting back and forth from my eyes to my lips. Our already close faces suddenly becoming closer and closer until that all too familiar creak is heard again and in bursts Quinn in a lemon dress, a bottle of vodka in one hand and Jack Daniels in the other screaming "Are you hoes ready to party hard?"
Our only response is to rip ourselves from each other, trying to appear as innocent as possible but the guilt is written all over both our faces.
"Hey Q... Umm yeah just give us 5 or 10 minutes and we'll be ready to roll." I smile at her and so does Brittany I gather from my glance at her out of the corner of my eye.
"Get your asses moving then. The quicker you're ready the sooner I can get these bad boys down my throat." she replies throwing herself backwards onto my bed.
I turn to Brittany and hand her the dress "This one is really pretty... you can try it on in my closet." I smile at her and receive another in return as she makes her way past me.
"Hey make yourself useful will you. Which of these should I wear?" I ask holding the dresses against me.
Quinn rolls over and rests her head on the arm, looking me up and down "The... red its hotter." she replies yet you can tell she is lost in her thoughts.
After a moment she finally whispers "What the hell was that?"
"I don't know..." I respond whilst slipping on the tight red dress. "You really do have great timing you know that."
"Well how was I supposed to know that you were about to get your freak on with tutor girl?"
"I was... I wasn't... can you please just drop it Q because honestly I'm as clueless as you are about what just happened."
"It's me Santana, you can talk to me about anything you know that." She whispers.
"I know, I know, and as soon as I figure what the hell is going on you'll be the first to know…well after Britt… But until then you keep your mouth shut and don't talk to her about any of this. Okay? Okay Quinn?
"Okay. Okay. Gosh calm yourself, keep that fiery Latino passion for the bedroom." She responds with a wink.
"You suck Quinn!" I reply, my pillow being my weapon of choice once again.
