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Chapter 7: "Like a Virgin"
Nicole
Nicole stared at herself unhappily in the bathroom mirror. She combed her long slender fingers through her straightened blonde hair rapidly, attempting to de-frizz it. "Ugh," she growled, slamming her fist on the tile counter when it didn't work. Grabbing her tube of mascara, she heavily applied it to her already long lashes. She put on another coat of ruby-red lip stain and dabbed more sparkles on her freckled tanned cheeks. When she put the sparkles down, she noticed her hand was shaking. Fuck, she was so nervous. She had to pick Sam up for their date in, like, 10 freaking minutes. She wasn't even close to being ready! She looked like a hot mess. And her heart was beating 100 miles a minute.
She lifted her arms up. Fuck, she was sweating too. She growled, then kneeled on the ground, searching in her cabinets for maxi-pads. Yes, she was going to put them in her armpits. Get the fuck over it. After placing the pads strategically on her cardigan, she put it back on and made sure they didn't show. Dammit, nothing was worse than pit stains. Nothing.
Checking the clock on her phone, she saw that it was 6:10. Shit! Fucking- she had to go. Like, now. Blowing out a puff of air, she grabbed her black Betsy Johnson purse and practically ran out of her bathroom. While sprinting out, she saw Ashley sitting on the steps, playing with her dolls. She grabbed her by the arm, getting the younger girl's attention. "Ash! How do I look?" she quickly asked her younger sister, displaying her dark blue skinny jeans, black pumps, cream and gray cardigan with a matching cream tank underneath.
"You look like a movie star!" the girl exclaimed excitedly.
"Aw," Nicki cooed, giving her sister a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks, baby. You look like a princess, as always. I'm gonna go, be good, okay?"
"Where are you going?" the girl asked distractedly, putting her attention back on the doll.
"On a date," she stated proudly.
"A date?"
"Yes, a date, honey," she said tiredly, opening the door. "I love you, bye."
"Hey, hey, hey!" her step-mom shouted, walking towards Nicki. "Now where the hell do you think you're going?" She crossed her arms over her thick plastic chest.
"Out," she told her nonchalantly, stepping out the door. "I do have a life. With friends."
She glared, obviously not thinking her joke was funny. "Out to where?" she pressed, eyeing her suspiciously.
"None of your GD business," she countered, raising her thin brown eyebrows.
"She's going on a date!" Ashley piped up proudly. Dammit….
"A date?" Lindsay giggled evilly.
"Yes, a freaking date!" Nicki yelled, getting extremely frustrated. "Is that really so hard to understand? Am I really that disgusting that no one would ever want to date me?"
"Kinda. I mean, you're lips are far too big for your face. Your hair is pathetic, so limp and lifeless, yet it somehow manages to be ridiculously frizzy. Further more, you're such a cliché, with your whole 'rebel without a cause' and I don't think anyone could ever find your extremely abrasive attitude attractive. It must be a pity date."
Nicki clenched her jaw. Ashley being in her presence, she held her tongue and simply shot her wicked step-mom a deadly glare. "Goodbye, Lindsay."
"You can't just leave! I need to know where you're going and when you'll be back."
"As I said, none of your business. Now, goodbye." Before Lindsay could saying anything else, she slammed the door, barley managing to constrain herself from flipping the older women off. She checked her phone again, 6:16. Shit, now she was really going to be fucking late. She ran to her car door and jumped into the front seat, turning her key in the ignition. Fucking Lindsay…
"Right this way," the older waitress said, guiding Sam- who was looking extremely smexy in a pair of light washed jeans and a blue and red plaid flannel shirt- and Nicki to a table in the far corner of BreadStix. Once they'd gotten to the table, Sam nodded thank you and pulled out a seat for Nicki.
"Thanks," Nicki smiled, taking a seat.
"No problem," Sam said, sitting in the chair across from her. "So…" he started once they'd sat down.
"So?"
"How's life?" he asked jokingly, making conversation.
Nicki laughed. "Life? Life is great. How's yours?"
"It's been pretty freaking spectacular. I met this really amazing girl."
"Really?" Nicki smirked. "Do tell." She leaned in closer with fake interest.
"I really like her. And after weeks of flirting, I finally got her to go out with me."
Nicki snorted, "weeks of flirting?"
"Yes, missy, weeks of flirting. You just didn't know it, cause I'm just not good at flirting." He reached across the table, slyly interlacing their fingers. She blushed slightly.
"I'd say your pretty good at flirting," she said seductively, biting her lower lip.
It was Sam's turn to blush, his cheeks turning a rosy pink. "Wow, girl. You really know how to get a guy's heart pumping."
"That is my specialty," she giggled, squeezing his fingers.
"Can I get you two lovebirds something to drink?" a waitress interrupted.
"We would love that," Sam smiled. "May I please have a water?"
"Of course you may. And you, ma'am?"
"I'll have the same, please," Nicki told her, still gazing lovingly at Sam.
"Okay, I'll bring that right out for you." She smiled at the two teenagers again before leaving to get their drinks.
The two continued to stare at each other a little while longer, not phased by the movements around them. It was like they were in their own world.
After a while, Sam leaned in and whispered heatedly, "I really wanna kiss you right now."
"I really want you to kiss me right now," she murmured into his ear, brushing her lips across his cheek. She saw Sam look down at the table and groan pleasurably before looking back at Nicki, a dark intensity burning in his eyes. Slowly, he pressed his lips against hers. Nicki smiled against his lips, bringing her hand up to twirl a piece of his blonde hair in between her fingers. Nicki's tongue slid against his lips, and their mouths melded together. She roamed his mouth, tasting the sweet sensation that was Sam. Within a few seconds, they broke apart, both of their lips a bit more red.
"You're, like, a really good kisser," Sam told her.
She smirked. "You're not too shabby yourself. Santana's right, those lips really are fun to suck on."
His full lips turned up into a smile. "Funny…"
Nicki grabbed his hands again, running her fingernail up and down his palm. "Can I tell you something?" He nodded. "And you promise not to laugh?" He nodded again. "Pinky promise?" she asked, holding out her pinky for him to grab.
He laughed, "I pinky promise," and interlaced their pinkies.
She licked her lips, "this, this is my first real date." Sam's huge mouth dropped open.
"What?"
"This is my first real date," she repeated, slightly embarrassed. "I mean, I've been asked out before and been to dances and I've had boyfriends, but I've never been taken out on a date."
"That is absolutely insane," he breathed. "A gorgeous girl like you? Never on a date?" She shrugged. "Well, I really hope that this is a good first date."
"The best."
Sam paused for a second, looking like he was intently thinking something over. "Can I tell you something?"
"Of course."
"Do you promise not to laugh?" She nodded. "Or tell anyone?"
"A secret?" she exclaimed. "This must be serious."
"It is. You promise?" She nodded excitedly. "I, Nicki," he said, stumbling on his words. "I'm a virgin."
She frowned. "Say what now?"
"I'm a, a virgin. As in, I've never had sex…"
"I know what a virgin is, Sam. I just, I can't believe it."
"Why not?"
"I mean, you dated Slutana. Sex with her is kind of inevitable."
He shrugged, "I want my first time to be with someone special. Someone I really love." Nicki bit her lip again. "I bet you think that's really dorky," Sam said shyly, glancing at the ground.
Nicki smiled, tilting Sam's chin up, "I think that's adorable. And really sweet. And extremely admirable. Not many guys have the strength to do that."
"Really?"
"Yeah," she told him, rubbing their hands together again. "And someday, if you'll let me, it would be my pleasure to show you the joys of sex."
Sam grinned from ear to ear. "Sounds like a plan."
Sam and Nicki walked hand-in-hand to Sam's motel room, stopping in front of the number eight door.
"Thanks again for dinner," Sam said.
"No problem. Thanks for letting me have a really good first date," she responded, brushing a stray strand of blonde hair out of his face.
"It was an honor," he smiled, leaning, pressing his lips against hers. Their kiss only lasted a few seconds before a girl came bursting out the door and latched herself onto Sam's legs.
"Sammy!" the girl cried.
"Hey, Stac," Sam said, faking a happy voice. He mouthed sorry to Nicki but she just smiled and shrugged.
"Hello Stacy," Nicki greeted, kneeling down to give the girl a high-five. Stacy quickly returned the gesture, smacking Nicki's hand and afterwards wrapping her arms around the older girl, hugging her.
"Hi, Nicole! Did you have fun with Sammy?"
Nicki nodded, giving Sam a sly smile. "Lots of fun."
Sam returned the smile, grabbing Stacy's hand. "C'mon, munchkin. Go inside, it's cold."
A women appeared at the door alongside Stacy, and Nicki recognized her as Mrs. Evans. "Hi, Nicole," Mrs. Evans greeted, giving Nicki a heart-warming smile, "how are you?"
"I'm great, Mrs. Evans," Nicki said, flashing an equally bright smile. "How are you this fine evening?"
"I am doing well." Her eyes darted between Nicki and her son. After Sam gave a pleading glance, Mrs. Evans grabbed Stacy's hand. "Let's go get ready for bed, Stacy and leave Sam alone with his girlfriend." Sam groaned unpleasantly and Nicki smiled. "Goodbye, Nicole." Nicki waved her goodbye before Mrs. Evans took her daughter inside and closed the door.
"Wow, sorry about that," Sam apologized, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Don't worry, baby. I love your family," Nicki assured him, wrapping her arms around his waist, leaning against his chiseled chest.
Sam smiled and kissed the top of her head. "We're at the baby stage now?" he asked jokingly.
"Hell yeah, baby," Nicki smiled, planting a soft kiss on Sam's lips. "I'd better go." He placed his hands around her waist, pulling her closer and kissing her more deeply.
"Don't go," he pleaded, breaking away briefly before pressing against her again.
"I wish I could stay here, kissing you forever. But I really gotta go." She managed to pull herself away from Sam. "I'll see you soon."
"Promise?" Sam asked, sticking his lower lip out in a pout.
Nicki laughed, "I promise. Bye." She kissed Sam's cheek before retreating to her car. She waited until she was safely inside her Lexus and pulling away before she pinched her wrist, sure that she was dreaming. "Ouch," she muttered, rubbing the now red spot. Yep, this was real. But, somehow, so unreal at the same time.
Nicki had just finished taking off all her make-up and was in her sweats when her phone rang. She groaned, hastily walking over to her phone and answering it.
"Hello?" she answered exhaustedly.
"Hey, Nick," Puck's voice greeted through the other line.
"Puck?" she yawned. Frowning, she checked the clock on her BlackBerry. "It's 11:45, douche. What the fuck do you want? I'm tired."
"You had your date tonight, right? With Evans?" he slurred.
"Yes, and your point would be…?" she asked impatiently. He was wasting her precious sleeping time. And she was fucking cranky when she didn't get enough sleep.
"How'd it go?"
"Why do you care?" He burped as a response and then chuckled. "For your information, Puckerman, it was amazing. Tons of fun." He snorted. "What the fuck is your problem? What the hell do you have against Sam?"
"He's, he's a jackass," he drunkenly stumbled. "He doesn't deserve you." Anger began to rise inside her, who the fuck was he to judge Sam? Even if he was fucking hammered, that shit still wasn't cool.
"You don't know shit, Puck." Before Puck could respond, she cut him off, "goodbye Puck. This was an incredible waste of fucking time."
"Wait!" Puck yelled.
"What?" she growled.
He hiccupped. "Do you like him?"
"How many fucking times do I have to tell you? Yes, Puck. I do truly, honestly like him. Why is that so hard for you to understand?"
"Because. I told you, he don't deserve you. You'd be so much better off with someone else."
"Who, Puck?" she asked, frustrated. "Who would be so much god damn better for me?"
"Me," Puck stated firmly. Her jaw dropped.
"What?"
"Me! Me, me, me! I'm the best dude for you. Not fucking Evans."
"Why do you think that?" she asked hesitantly, not really knowing what to think.
"Because, we click. We get along," he slurred. "We're both two hot ass mother fuckers. You gotta admit, Nick, I'm pretty easy on the eyes."
Nicki scoffed disgustedly, sure that this was just a drunken ramble. One that he surely wouldn't remember in the morning. "You can't just be with someone because you're both hot."
"Why not?" he yelled.
"Dammit, Puckerman. You are really pissing me the fuck off. Just, just," she exasperated, pressing her palm to her forehead, "just go to bed. Before you hurt yourself."
"No!" he declared. "I don't wanna!" Geez, he was such a fucking little kid.
"Okay, Puck. You do whatever the hell you want. Just don't come crying to me when you get hurt." Right as Puck was about to make a snide remark, or at least one he thought was snide, she angrily hit the END button.
Leave it to Noah Puckerman to ruin her fucking mood.
