Chapter Nine
"Okay, so my mum and dad are going away for the weekend for their anniversary and Ronnie is throwing one of her infamous parties. I think we should go." Quinn came out of nowhere, scaring the shit out of me. I put my bag in my locker before closing it and turning to face the cheery blonde.
"I don't know, parties aren't really my scene." I shrug, wrapping my arms around her waist.
"But Ronnie's parties are epic! We can't miss it!" She pouted. I roll my eyes playfully at her before leaning in and kissing her softly on the forehead which made her pout change into a giddy smile.
"Promise me that you won't leave me all alone in a random corner with a bunch of horny teenagers making out?"
"I promise I won't leave your side at all." Quinn promised sincerely, wrapping her arms around my neck and peppering kisses all over my face causing giggles to spill out of my mouth uncontrollably.
"Get a room." Someone growled as Quinn and I were ripped apart.
"What the fuck Santana!" Quinn shoved Santana roughly.
"It's not my fault that you two are trying to spread your gay ways around school. No one wants to see you two swap saliva." Santana shrugged carelessly.
"San, stop." I whined.
"Don't worry Britt; she doesn't understand what the word stop means. She takes everything too far. You were the first one to find that out." Quinn glared at the Latina.
"You're not any better Tubbers."
"Quinn lets go." I pleaded, grabbing her hand and tugging it.
"Keep it PG guys! Remember to use protection!" Santana shouted at us as we walked away from her. My face turned pale at her words.
"She doesn't know about your thing B. It's just a joke." Quinn reassured me when she felt me falter in my steps. She looks back at me to see if I understood it was just a joke so I just nodded at her hesitantly, squeezing her hand tighter.
We turn into the first empty we room we come across and unfortunately it was the choir room. Memories came flooding back of Rachel talking our ears off, Kurt squealing loudly when someone tried to mess up his hair and Mercedes always having 'diva-offs' with Rachel. I looked to the two chairs in the back row where Quinn and I used to sit and smiled.
"So, I've decided that I'm not going to drink at the party. That will end really badly and someone has to look after you." I announced after a few minutes.
"You just want to see me become a drunken mess." She said knowingly. I laughed loudly while nodding my head in agreement. She knew me too well.
"Remember all the dances you performed in front of us?" Quinn chuckled, doing a weird dance.
"And you sung like an angel." I twirled her around.
"I am an angel."
"In your dreams!"
"No, in your dreams." She smiled playfully.
"As much as I want you guys back into the club you're late for class so get out of here." Mr. Shue's voice interrupted us, "Feel free to come back after school for glee practice."
"No thanks." Quinn grimaced.
"Really? You honestly think that we would join again? Glee club was awesome and everything but the people in here was pretty crap to us. I know you noticed. You noticed everyone being massive assholes to me. You and your little glee club didn't help at all." I told him without a hint of emotion.
His surprised but guilty face was priceless though.
We got out of the room before he could say anything else to us and went our separate ways.
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I watched as Quinn pulled on a tight blue dress that showed off her perfect figure. Her blue pumps made her legs look amazing and her golden hair flowed past her shoulders. I was wearing jean shorts, a long sleeved black top that was uncomfortably tight and black pumps.
"Won't we be cold?" I huffed, crossing my arms across my chest. "I can barely even walk in these damn shoes." I complained.
"Why don't you just put on your converse shoes then?" She rolled her eyes. I quickly throw my pumps onto her bed and rummage through my bag for my converse hi-top shoes I left in there. "B! I was joking!"
"I wasn't." I smile cheekily at her before pulling on my converse.
"You still look hot." She nods in approval.
"You still look like a hooker." I jokingly nod in approval, copying her. She poked out her tongue at me so I just gave her the finger. Our banter was cut short by Quinn's phone.
"Ronnie is wondering where we are." Quinn said after she read the text.
"We're only an hour late." I state sarcastically, looking at Quinn with a pointed look. It was her fault. She was the one who insisted on a few more rounds.
"Don't act like you didn't like it."
"I never said I didn't like it!"
"Neither did I, I said you were acting like it." I tilted my head in confusion before shrugging it off. "Come on; let's go before Ronnie starts panicking."
I followed her to my car and hopped in. It was freezing outside so the car's heat was a welcomed change. When we turned into the street of the party there were cars everywhere. People stumbled around drunkenly and people were hooking up in cars. I parked the car far away enough for people not to damage it before getting out of the car and locking it.
When we go inside the first thing we did was make our way to the kitchen. Quinn poured herself a drink before running off to say hi to someone. So much for that promise that she made about not ditching me. I sighed in annoyance because I was by myself in a house full of horny teenagers making out around me just like I had predicted. I looked around in disgust. Almost all the people around me were drunk or at least tipsy.
"I never pinned you as someone who would come to these parties or any parties at all for that matter." Santana told me, leaning against the bench next to me.
"It's nice to see you too Santana." I said sarcastically which just made her let out a little giggle.
"No seriously, I've never seen you at a party."
"It's not my fault my fault I never had a social life. You took that away from me before I even knew what that meant."
"Sorry." Santana uttered softly, the softest I've ever heard her speak. I almost missed it because of the contrast between her voice and the loud music.
My whole body heated up and went all fuzzy inside as I smiled widely at her. She nervously smiled back at me, not sure what I was smiling so much at. Santana Lopez apologizing? Scary.
"It's alright." I told her, leaning in and kissing her on the cheek, shocking the hell out of her, "Don't get yourself too drunk Lopez." I warn her playfully before walking away from her, sending a wink over my shoulder at her stunned self.
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Quinn sat on my lap whispering pointless things in my ear. The alcohol could be smelt off her breath and her eyes were glazed over. Any other time I would be laughing hysterically at her drunk rambling but something had caught my eye, or rather someone.
Santana was looking directly into my eyes as she swayed her hips slowly in the middle of the dance floor. Her movements were slow compared to the song that was currently blasting through the house. Her hands ran up and down her body slowly. It was taking all my self control to not get up and dance with her or even drag her into the bathroom and fuck her senseless. Quinn on my lap was helping me stay in my seat. Her breath on my neck paired with Santana dancing was driving me insane.
My eyes narrowed when Santana broke our staring because someone put their hands on her hips. She caught my eye again with a smirk before starting to grind back into the guy. That bitch! He better watch his wandering hands.
As soon as his hands started inching up her sides my control snapped. I lifted Quinn off my lap and into the seat beside me. I grabbed some random kid from the dance floor and shoved him into the spot next to Quinn, startling the people that were sitting next to them.
"Don't you dare touch her in any inappropriate ways. You can only sit her back down if she tries to get up. If I find out that you did something bad, I will personally chop off your dick." I told the random kid firmly. He nodded obediently in agreement, shifting a little bit further away from Quinn.
I turned around and made a beeline to the dancing couple that had captured my attention.
"Hands off my girl right now." I growled at the guy holding onto Santana. His eyes widened comically wide and sped off into the other direction. I have really got to stop scaring people tonight.
"Want to dance?" Santana winked seductively at me. I nodded nervously, my confidence lost as soon as Santana started to talk to me.
She turns around slowly, grabbing my hands and placing them on her hips. I look back over my shoulder to check up on Quinn. She was laughing at nothing in particular. The boy next to her looked uncomfortable as fuck. Fingers on my cheek turned my head back towards Santana. I hadn't even noticed that she was grinding sexily on me until now. Fortunately for me her skin tight black dress was inching up even higher every time her body came into contact with mine.
"Fuck." I moaned. She was causing the best friction in the place I need it most but my member was getting pretty uncomfortable in my jean shorts.
I swept Santana's hair over one shoulder before attacking the exposed side of her neck with kisses. Her skin tasted like heaven. Moans were spilling from Santana's mouth that I could barely hear over the music as she grinded even harder into me.
"Britt, have you got on a strap on?" She turned around confused, still grinding into me.
"No." I swallowed nervously.
Her eyes widened in surprise, slipping her hand between our bodies and grabbing at my crotch. I hissed in pleasure, bucking my hips into her hand unconsciously. I watched as she mouthed 'shit' before squeezing my member almost painfully.
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"Don't make a sound until we get inside the caravan." I warn her before getting out of the car. She quickly follows me, tiptoeing playfully behind me.
"This is stupid, if I keep tiptoeing I'm going to like sprain my big toe or something." Santana huffed as we walked across the front lawn. She had given up on tiptoeing already.
"I never told you that you had to tiptoe." I roll my eyes at her.
"Shut up." She snaps. I look back at her surprised but she just lifted a finger to her lips and then pointed to the house. We were nearly at the side of the house but not quite. We could still see the front door and that's unfortunately where Santana was pointing.
I quickly swatted her finger away and turned my head to look at what she pointed at. My dad stood at the front door with my little brother Jaycee in his arms. Kaylin ran out of the door and straight to the car excitedly. I didn't know where they were going because they never tell me anything but I couldn't help but feel envious of my two youngest brothers.
I quickly scoop Santana into my arms and power walked to my caravan with Santana trying to contain her drunken giggles. I set her down on my bed after I closed the door behind us before going to the little kitchen.
I poured Santana a glass of water to try sobering her up. She clearly didn't listen to my warning about not drinking too much. Ronnie told me that she would look after Quinn because 'she could see the sexual tension between me and Santana from a mile away and she didn't want anyone having sex in the middle of her lounge room.' Santana took the glass gratefully before gulping down the liquid.
"I warned you." I sent her a pointed look.
"I know, and I don't listen as usual. You should know by now. I'm pretty stubborn."
"Agreed."
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Santana's laugh filled the caravan. It wasn't just a little giggle; it was a genuine laugh that made her nose scrunch up. I was dancing in front of her like a goof. I grabbed her hands and tried to pull her up from the bed to dance with me but she was quick to refuse. I pouted and stopped dancing while the song changed.
"Come on San! Dance with me." I smile cheekily at her but she just shook her head. I wrap her arms around my waist before I cup her cheeks, making her look like a puffer fish. "Of course I will dance with you Brittany!" I say in a high pitched voice while moving her cheeks with my hands pretending that it was her saying it but it only caused her to laugh and shake her head even more. "Sing for me then?" I suggest.
"No thanks." She chuckles, pulling me closer to her by my waist. I let out a nervous breath and smiled uncomfortably at her. "You can keep dancing, you're a good dancer. I would look like a grandma trying to dance if I dance next to you." She tells me shyly.
"Don't be silly. You're a cheerio and Sue wouldn't even let you step foot onto the field if you didn't know how to dance."
"You caught me in my own lie." She pretended to faint dramatically. I let out a small squeak as she pulls me down on top of her. I hold myself up by my hands on the bed on either side of her head to prevent head butting her because I would die of embarrassment if that happened.
"This isn't dancing." I whisper.
"Thanks Captain Obvious." Santana rolls her eyes at me.
"Don't get all bitchy." I scold her playfully.
"Bitchy is my middle name."
"You wish." I giggle before hauling myself off her so I was standing again. "Come on lazy, let's dance now."
I pull her up and twirl her around once which had her giggling hysterically. It was nice seeing Santana being herself. She was so carefree and charming. If I didn't know her and I saw her like this I would want to be her friend in an instant. She is the complete opposite to what she is like at school. I like this side of her. In fact, I like it way more than I should. I twirl her around once more before pulling her closer to me and swaying us slowly. She looked up at me bashfully through her long lashes and smiled the smile that could melt everyone's heart. If only she was like this with me at school. She would actually have genuine friends instead of the popular fake people that she usually hangs out with to stay on top of the social ladder. I always thought being popular was when everyone liked you but it was the opposite. You just need to be a part of a group that thinks their better than everyone and that automatically makes you popular.
"You could really help the cheerios with the dancing. Most girls on the squad need the help." Santana broke me out of my thoughts. I couldn't help but laugh loudly at her words.
"Nice joke. The Skanks would think I was the craziest person in the world to help out any of the cheerios. We are practically your enemies."
"Yet you're hanging out with the enemy right now."
"Well, this is different." I shrug helplessly.
"How?" She quirks an eyebrow up at me.
"You're my friend so they have to deal with it."
"Whoa, don't get ahead of yourself Pierce."
"Oh." I try to shake off the disappointment, pulling away from her.
"What are you doing?" She frowns in confusion.
"Nothing but I think you should go" I walk to the door and open it, waiting for her to leave.
"Britt, we can't be friends. Have you not noticed where I am on the social ladder and where you are? It's not natural! It's not normal to anyone at our school for us to talk let alone be friends. The risk I took to be your partner in Spanish was huge and I don't think I can risk it again." She tries to explain herself, frustration showing all over her face.
"I don't get you! You're with me right now! You took another risk just to be with me right now but why the fuck would you want too if we're not friends." I shout, my voice cracking halfway through the sentence. "What's so bad about me?" I whimpered.
Her eyes softened immediately and she rushed forward to softly cup my cheeks. "Sorry." She breathed out as she looked deep into my eyes. Santana is getting used to this whole apologizing thing. "I'm a complicated and confusing person. Most of the times I don't even know what I want."
"You really do confuse the hell out of me. One moment you're saying something and then the next you're doing the thing that you said you wouldn't do. You might want to watch out, you may give people whiplash." I try to joke. All the frustration just melted away. We were back to our playful banter and it didn't feel like that just a second I was about to blow up and rant in her face. Santana sounded like she was confused with what she was feeling. It was like she was having an inner battle against herself and she genuinely doesn't know what side is winning. I hope for my sake it's my side that she is leaning more towards.
"Can we go back inside? Your dad is really starting to creep me out." She whispered, shifting her eyes to something behind me. I nod quickly before taking her hand and tugging her back into the caravan. Santana mockingly waves at my dad right before I close the door which makes me internally groan.
"Stop San!"
"Calm down Britt." She rolled her eyes at me.
"I'm calm; you might as well call me Zen." I say sarcastically. We both sit down on the bed awkwardly, looking at anything other than the other person.
"Can we talk about something serious for like one second?" Santana breaks the awkward silence, turning her body towards me which made me do the same.
"Sure…"
"I know I was pretty drunk back at the party but I do remember you telling me that you weren't wearing a strap on… care to explain to a very confused hot person?"
"There's no hot person here except me and I already know all about it so that would kinda be wasting my time."
"Britt!" Santana frowned cutely. "Seriously! Tell me about what the hell is going on. I promise I won't tell anyone. I've already messed up with telling everyone about the other thing about you and I definitely won't make that mistake again." She promised.
"Fine." I sighed before telling her about how I was born differently. She listened intently, taking in everything that I was saying. I think she forgot to blink a few times because she was so into this conversation. "So, have you heard everything you needed to hear now?"
"No."
"What else is there to know?" I exhale loudly.
"Can you get people pregnant?"
"People? Girls, yes but no to boys." I tell her sarcastically.
"Don't get Fabray knocked up." Santana muttered.
"Don't worry; I'm a smart little cookie. Protection always." I state some-what proudly.
"Or you could not do her at all." Santana argued.
"She's a good fuck!" I protest lamely.
"She's the only fuck you've had, you don't know any better." She smirked when my eyes traveled down to look at her boobs.
"Whatever. I'm going to bed because it's pretty late and you're pretty boring." I tell her, getting up and grabbing some sleep wear. "You can either stay here or I can drive you home. Choose before I get comfy!"
"I'll stay the night." She announced shyly.
I throw her a pair of pajama shorts and one of my hoodies before going into the bathroom to get changed, escaping the intense stare of Santana's mocha eyes.
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I cuddled closer to Santana's warm body as she slept peacefully in my arms. Her slow breathing was hypnotizing. Her plump lips parted slightly for her breath to come out softly. She looked beautiful, even sleeping. Even the tiniest bit of drool at the side of her mouth was cute. I know I sound really creepy and I must look pretty creepy too but I don't care. Santana Lopez was in my clothes, in my arms and in my life. Who would care about anything else but that?
Author's note:
I know this chapter is like a blur of emotions but I think it's just them being confused about what their feeling and starting to figure out what they want. Oh and by the way, Quinn isn't Brittany's girlfriend! At least not yet. I put in some Quitt moments for the people who wanted it so I hope you liked that bit?
So much is happening right now in my life and I always seem busy so I figured at least I would get something out even though it's not much.
Thanks for the reviews, favorites and follows!
-Em
