I guess I was in a writing mood this weekend. Had this chapter and the next written (just added and fixed some things to this one). So I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! As I've said before, thank you for all of your reviews and/or adding to alerts/favorites.
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Santana is lying there in between sleep and consciousness when she hears her phone go off. She argues with herself whether to move and get it or not. After a few minutes she opens her eyes and reaches to her bedside table, deciding to check it. She unlocks her phone and notices the message icon at the top. She taps the icon with her thumb to open it.
Brittany: San?
Santana: Yeah?
She holds the phone in her hand and awaits a response.
Brittany: I know it's late but I can't sleep. I was wondering if you wanted to meet?
Santana smiles. She may have been tired, but a chance to hang out with Brittany made her happy.
Santana: Meet you there?
Brittany: Yeah :)
Santana quickly slips a pair of sweats and hoodie over her sleep clothes and makes her way out the door.
When Santana arrives at the spot by the pond, Brittany is already sitting on the cover leaning against a pillow with another cover on top of her, looking out at the water. She slowly walks closer and Brittany turns and smiles.
"Hey." The blonde says softly.
"Hey." Santana responds as she lowers herself to the ground.
Brittany lifts the cover and waits for her to come closer. Santana scoots herself closer so she is under the cover and Brittany lets it fall. Santana rests her head against Brittany's shoulder and smiles. Brittany reaches over and grabs Santana's left hand and begins to slowly play with it.
"Did I wake you?" Brittany asks, breaking the silence.
"Not really," Santana replies. "I couldn't sleep."
Brittany rests her head against Santana's and both their eyes close. They let a comfortable silence take over as Brittany continues to play with the latina's hand.
They stay like that for about an hour before finally deciding they should probably go in and get some sleep. They grab the blankets and pillows and head into the building.
"I guess I'll see you tomorrow?" Brittany asks.
"Yeah," Santana answers. "Sleep good."
"You too." Brittany says before turning to go to her room.
Santana goes to her own room and throws off her hoodie and sweats before crawling into bed. She lays there and closes her eyes and then hears her phone go off.
Brittany: Thanks
Santana: For what?
Brittany: Hanging out with me
Santana: Anytime
Santana smiles and puts her phone back on her bedside table before closing her eyes and drifting to sleep.
Once again, it was the afternoon when Santana woke up. This time, her reason was a little different though. Someone was on top of her. Her eyes shoot open and are quickly met with shining blue ones. Brittany. She's smiling down at the latina while straddling her.
"Hey." She greets.
"Hi." Santana responds in a shaky voice.
Brittany's smile grows and she begins to move her hands, tickling the girl beneath her.
"Time to get up San!"
"Stop!" Santana squeals. "That tickles! I can-" Her laughter takes over while she tries to free herself.
Brittany begins to laugh harder as she watches the girl squirm. To her surprise, Santana had suddenly flips her over and the roles are now reversed. Brittany was now laying with her back on the bed and Santana is straddling her. Santana tickles Brittany until she pleads for her to stop. Their laughter slowed and they continued smile at one another not moving from their current position. Santana feels herself leaning down and she suddenly jumps off the blonde to sit next to her. Brittany sits up and looks at her. What just happened? Were you about to- no.
After some more silence Brittany nudges her and says "Stop being lazy and get ready so we can go eat lunch."
Without saying anything, Santana stands up and takes a few steps before turning around.
"Wait." She says, looking at the blonde on her bed. "How'd you get in here?"
"Your parents gave me the extra key card."
"So now I have to worry about you sneaking in here, huh?" Santana jokes.
Brittany opens her mouth to respond but Santana turns and makes her way into the bathroom to get ready. When out of sight, Brittany turns on the tv and patiently waits for the latina to get ready.
While Santana is in the bathroom her phone begins to ring, but she is in the shower so she doesn't hear it. Brittany on the other hand is sitting on the bed right next to it.
"Hello?" Brittany answers.
"Uhm, hello?" the voice on the other end says.
"Who is this?" Brittany questions.
"Quinn." The voice says. "Did I call the wrong number?"
"Aren't you the person Santana was talking to the other day?"
"Uh, yeah, maybe" Quinn says. "The day she was talking to someone and hung up on me?" she adds.
"Yeah." The blonde answers. "She hung up on you? Sorry."
"Don't worry she does it all the time anyways," Quinn says. "So you were the one she was talking to?"
"Yup." Brittany answers.
"She wouldn't tell me." Quinn says. "What's your name?"
"Brittany." She responds.
"Santana refused to talk about you," Quinn says. "But oh well, I know now."
Brittany laughs a little.
"Where is she by the way?"Quinn asks.
"She's in the shower," Brittany responds. "I'm just waiting for her to get ready so we can go to lunch."
"Oh," Quinn says. "So how did you meet her?"
"We are staying at the same resort and our parents became friends." Brittany explains.
"Interesting," Quinn says. "Are you two sharing a room or something?"
"No, San has her own room but I share one with my parents and little sister." Brittany says. "But I spend the night sometimes."
"Really?" Quinn asks, surprised.
"Yeah, do you guys do that a lot?"
"No, It's not really her thing."Quinn answers. "I'm surprised she lets you use her phone, let alone spend the night in her room."
Brittany's eyes furrow in confusion. "Why?"
"Like I said, it's not really her thing." Quinn responds. "Plus she doesn't really like people using her phone."
"Oh." Brittany answers. "That's weird. I hope she doesn't get mad at me."
"Well if she does I'll just kick her ass for you." Quinn jokes, causing Brittany to laugh.
"Hey Brittany, ready to go?" Santana asks while walking out of the bathroom and pulling her hair into a ponytail.
"Looks like she's out of the shower." Brittany says to Quinn.
"Okay," Quinn says. "Hey why don't you get my num-" she is cut off when Santana starts talking.
"Who are you talking to?" Santana asks Brittany.
"Oh, I heard your phone go off," Brittany says, removing the phone from her ear and waving it a little.
"So I answered it. Sorry, I hope your not mad." She says shyly.
"Mad? No it's fine." Santana says. "Who was it?"
"Quinn." Brittany says. "Oh! She's still on the line." she adds, handing the phone to Santana.
Shit. She talked to Quinn? How long did they talk? What did she tell her?
Santana takes the phone and places it to her ear, still looking at Brittany.
"Hello?" She says into the phone.
"Well hello there." Quinn says cheerfully.
"What do you want?" Santana says, a little harsher than she meant.
"I just wanted to call and talk." Quinn says, pretending to be hurt. "But I wouldn't want to interrupt your lunch with Brittany so I will call back later."
Santana opens her mouth to respond but Quinn has already hung up. She locks her phone and slides it into her front pocket.
"All ready?" Brittany questions.
"Yeah." Santana answers, turning to open the door.
Brittany walks out followed by Santana and they make their way down the the table for lunch. Santana is happy to have her chair empty and Lauren free.
"Santana we are going to this event tonight," Mrs. Lopez says. "We would like you to come."
"You too, Brittany." Mrs. Pierce says.
Santana groans. "What's it for?"
"Just a party the resort is hosting." her mother responds.
"Why do I have to go?" she whines.
"Because your mother wants you too." Her father states.
Opposite of Santana's reaction, Brittany is sitting with a smile, seemingly excited.
"Come on San!" Brittany pleads. "It'll be fun!"
"Ugh."
"We can go together." Brittany adds.
"Fine." She says.
Later that night Santana had barely finished getting ready when she heard a knock at the door. She opens the door and her mouth drops at the sight. Standing in front of her is Brittany wearing an elegant white dress with curled hair pulled to the right and flowing over her shoulder. She lets her eyes carefully examine the blonde from her face down to her amazingly long legs. Unknown to Santana, Brittany was in a similar situation as her eyes examined her with her sleek red dress and wavy hair. She is so...
"Wow." Brittany says, breaking the silence.
Santana quickly closes her mouth and looks up to meet the blondes eyes while clearing her throat.
"You look great." Brittany compliments.
"You too." Santana replies.
Santana steps out of the door and closes it behind her. As they walk down the hall Brittany links her arm with Santana's.
When they reach the room where the party is being held, they quickly spot their parents.
"You girls look amazing!" Mrs. Pierce compliments.
"Thanks mom," Brittany replies. "So do you."
The woman smiles and they all make their way to a table in the corner of the room. After a few minutes of chatting, Mr. and Mrs. Pierce make their way onto the dance floor. Shortly after, the Lopez parents stand up to follow.
"Santana," Her mother says before running off to dance. "Don't just sit here all night."
Santana rolls her eyes as her mother takes off.
"I love dancing!" Brittany says with a huge smile.
"I never knew that," Santana says. "Are you good?"
"Yeah!" Brittany says quickly. "Well... I think." she adds.
Santana laughs softly and is surprised at the words that exit her mouth.
"Show me?"
Did I just ask her to dance with me? Why did I just do that. There is a slow song and-
"Okay!" Brittany answers enthusiastically.
When they are about to get up an unknown guy suddenly appears in front of Brittany.
"Would you like to dance?" He asks, offering a hand to Brittany.
Brittany glances at Santana and then back to the guy.
Fuck off. She doesn't wanna dance with your ugly ass.
"Actually we were about to dance," Brittany answers apologetically. "Sorry."
"Oh well-" Santana cuts him off.
"Go ahead."
Brittany looks at her in confusion. Why did you say that? You want to dance with her. Shut up, no you don't. She should go dance with that guy.
"Are you sure?" Brittany asks.
No.
"Yeah," she replies. "Have fun."
The guy smiles and once again offers his hand. Brittany hesitates and then takes his hand. She glances at Santana, almost sure she sees sadness, and then follows the guy onto the dance floor.
Santana props her chin up on her hand while watching Brittany. Not long after, another guy ends up at her table. This time he isn't a stranger.
"Looks like your having fun." Mikey says.
"A blast." She responds sarcastically.
"Why aren't you dancing with anyone?" He questions.
"I don't really dance." She responds, still watching the blonde on the dance floor.
He laughs and she finally looks at him.
"Then why are you here?"
"Mom." She responds.
"Ah."
Silence.
"So," He begins. "Wanna dance?"
"Did you not just hear what I said?" she scoffs.
"Are you always in a bad mood?" He laughs. "Or is it just when I'm around?"
"Look," She starts. "I just don't wanna dance, okay?"
She returns her eyes to the dance floor but the blonde isn't there anymore. She sighs and looks back to Mikey.
"Okay, I give up." He says. "How about just talking?"
"Whatever." She mumbles.
Santana surprisingly enjoys her conversation with Mikey. They don't talk about anything in particular, just random things that keep the conversation going.
"Hey look," Mikey says. "It's Brittany and Lauren."
Santana rolls her eyes and looks back to where he is pointing. As usual, she doesn't like what she sees and her mood is ruined. The current song is more upbeat and Brittany and Lauren are dancing. She quickly turns back to Mikey and fiddles with her hands. There is a moment of awkward silence.
"So why are you sitting here with me and not dancing?" She asks, trying to forget about the blonde.
"Well.." He begins. "I asked you to dance, but you kinda said no." he laughs.
"Then go ask someone else." She snaps.
"Damn, already mad again?" He says, slightly confused.
She doesn't answer. Why does Lauren always end up with her? Why do you care? You don't. If she wants to hang out with her then who am I to stop her?
After a few minutes of Mikey trying to start another conversation, he is interrupted when Brittany walks up to them.
"Hey guys." She says happily.
"Hey Brittany." Mikey greets.
"Hi." Santana replies, glancing up at the girl and then back to her hands.
"Having a good time?" Mikey asks Brittany.
"Yeah," She responds. "Dancing is always fun."
"So," Brittany says, turning to Santana. "Dance with me?"
"Huh?" Santana says, looking up at Brittany.
Brittany chuckles. "Will you dance with me?" She offers her hand.
"Uh, sure." Santana says, taking her hand.
"Wow," Mikey says. "I've been trying all night."
"Shut up." Santana snaps while turning to follow Brittany.
Mikey smiles and Brittany just giggles as they walk away.
"So what happened to that guy?" Santana questions. "And Lauren?"
"I said I'd show you my moves." Brittany reminds her.
"Well then show me." Santana says as a smile creeps onto her face.
The girls begin dancing and Santana gets lost in watching the blonde move. Somehow they both end up laughing.
"Okay, okay," Santana says. "You're good."
Brittany spins in victory as the song comes to an end and a slow song starts. The blonde slows her movements and smiles sweetly and Santana. The latina just stands there unaware of what to do. Brittany notices and gently places her hands on Santana's hips. Santana's eyes shoot up to meet Brittany's and hesitantly reaches her hands around Brittany's neck, resting her arms on the blondes shoulders and they begin to move slowly along with the music.
As they sway Santana realizes she is watching Brittany's lips and quickly looks up only to meet her eyes.
"You're beautiful." She blurts out.
She wants to pull away but Brittany tightens her grip and smiles.
"You too." Brittany responds.
They continue to dance and Santana finds herself looking at Brittany's lips again. She takes a deep breath when she also notices that they have gotten closer. Santana gets an amazing feeling from dancing with Brittany and doesn't want to move back, she actually wants to move closer. But she doesn't. Instead, she pulls herself back but continues to dance.
When they finally leave the party they make their way to Santana's room.
"I can stay here, right?" Brittany asks while taking a seat on Santana's bed.
"Yeah," Santana responds. "You don't have to ask."
Brittany smiles and then stands up and walks into the bathroom. When she walks out, she is wearing a pair of Santana's boxers and band t-shirt.
"Your clothes are so comfy." She comments while climbing into the bed.
Santana smiles and makes her way into the bathroom to change her own clothes. When she comes out the tv is on and Brittany holds the cover up for her. She crawls in and Brittany quickly rests her head against the latina's shoulder while snuggling into her side. Santana flips though the channels until they come across something interesting. Not long after, Santana rests her head against Brittany's and lets her eyes close.
"Why are we friends?" Santana asks. Did I say that out loud?
"Huh?" Brittany responds, shifting herself to look at the latina.
Santana thinks for a moment before she knows how to respond.
"I mean.. you're so nice and everything," She says. "But I'm just... a bitch."
"I don't think you are." Brittany replies honestly. "I like you."
"Why?" Santana questions.
Brittany shifts and removes herself from Santana and sits facing her. Shit, did I make her mad or something?
"San," Brittany says while reaching up and softly placing her hand on Santana's cheek. "I think you are an amazing person."
Santana's heart begins to beat faster and she looks up so her eyes are met with sincere blue ones. Her body is fills with warmth.
"I don't know why anyone would think you were a bitch," Brittany continues. "I always have so much fun with you."
"Me too." Santana says in a shaky voice.
Brittany smiles and lets her hand slowly slide off the latina's face and returns to her spot next to her, snuggling closely to her side.
When the blondes breathing slows Santana watches her, making sure she is asleep. She can still feel the warmth on her cheek. She reaches up slowly and places her own hand on the spot where Brittany's was.
Why do I feel like this when she touches me? What the fuck is going on?
Thoughts? Also, I would like to ask you all a favor to help me real quick. I'm not sure if it will be next chapter or the one after that, but I need help with a decision. It's not really anything big, but I can't decide. I also don't want to give anything away, so if you could just pick option A or option B that would be awesome :)
