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Chapter 9. Bashful

"It's fucking freezing" I shivered adjusting my beanie.

"Sorry princess, but more clients prefer the cover of the night" Puck winked.

Shoving my hands further into my pockets I shook my head, my stomach flipping uncomfortably at Pucks words. It was late, after 11 maybe. We'd made a fair amount already which is great, but all I want to do is go back to Santana. It's unbelievable the pull
I feel towards her, although I don't like to admit it I've come to dislike any moment I'm not with her.
Ugh when did I become such a sap!

"Oi B" Puck nudged me, nodding towards a thin, fragile looking man making his way across the street.

"Looking for a hook-up?" I didn't sound like myself when I did this, I didn't feel like myself when I did this. It had become an automatic process, a process that made me feel like the scum of the earth.

"S-Smack" He managed, his voice was weak and his exterior ghostly.

"How much?"

"Just a dime"

Bag. Shake. Count. Done. Same as the rest.

I watched as he walked off, my heart sank deeper with each step he took. Bittersweet, if you can even call it that. I get payed while he gets hurt. What if he died tonight? That'd be on me.

"If he didn't get it from us he would've got it from someone else" Puck gently squeezed my shoulder. I sighed, it was true but my guilt remained.

"Why don't you go home"

"What?" I asked confused, we still had at least two hours left.

"You've got a lot on your mind Britts, just go I'll text you with new details tomorrow" he smiled warmly.

"Thanks" I pulled him into a hug. "Be careful yeah?"

"Always"

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I crept up the stairs to Santana's room, careful not to wake her. It was basically pitch black, I'm surprised I even made it to her room withou-

"Shit!" I cursed aloud as I hit her door then the floor. Shortly after it swung open to reveal a towel clad Latina, her hair resting in a messy bun.

"Jeez Britt are you alright?" she giggled helping me off the floor.

"Uhh" I squeaked out a little dazed as I'd hit my gash. Trying to gather myself I went to speak again but any attempt failed me, my mind deemed imagining what was under the towel more important. Santana appeared oblivious to my flustered state, quickly grabbing her first aid kit and sitting us on the bed to redo my bandage.

"What on earth were you doing?" She asked with a small smile, her eyes focusing just above mine.

"It's late so I was being quiet incase you were sleeping, stupid door" I pouted. Her eyes met mine briefly, a slight blush gracing her cheeks before she continued her work.

I watched her as she so carefully tended to me. Her brow creased slightly as she concentrated on being gentle, her face was free of make-up but I'd never seen her look more beautiful. I trailed my eyes over every detail of her face. From the strands of hair that had broken free to fall softly against her cheek, to her delicate jawline that I wanted so badly to run my hand over, over to the naturally pouted lips which I had to restrain from covering with my own incase I disturbed her.

Everything about her is so captivating, so alluring, I can't understand why she has even a slight interest in me. I'm a train wreck and she's, breathtaking.

"Done" Her voice knocked me out of my trance. However I lost any control of the urges, leaning forward I softly pressed my lips to hers. I had no intention of deepening the kiss, nor did it last very long as I pulled back slowly. I opened my eyes only seconds before Santana, her mouth was slightly parted as she watched me intently.

"What was that for?" She questioned.

"Sorry" I said faintly. "You just look so perfect"

She didn't move, didn't say a word. I started to panic internally, searching her expression for any indication as to what she was feeling. I couldn't figure it out, she just stared back at me a little stunned.

"Did I do something wrong? I didn't mean to! We've kissed before so I though it would be okay and I don't know why but I just couldn't stop m-" She silenced my rambling with a kiss, different to the previous.

This was passionate, desperate and once I became aware of what was happening I returned it with as much emotion as I could. Gradually I laid back on the bed as Santana pressed herself against me, straddling my waist while her hands found their way into my hair. Holding her close as our tongues battled for dominance, my hand trailing lazily up and down her thigh. I think I'd stay in this moment forever if I could, with the most enchanting person I've ever met in my arms.
Unfortunately the need for oxygen became to much. We broke away panting, Santana resting her forehead against mine.

"What was that for?" I mimicked her words.

"I think I need you Britt." She whispered. "It happened so fast and now I can't imagine not having you around"

Her confession made my heart thump against my chest, a warmth filled me that I'd never experienced before.

A dopey smile spread across my face as I beamed up at her.

"What?" She snickered, blushing deeply.

"I need you too" I stated simply. She smiled before leaning down to connect our lips sweetly.

Pulling away this time it dawned on me. There was still only a towel separating Santana's naked body from my touch, and my hand was still placed fairly high on her leg. My cheeks turned crimson when I noticed San take in our position, she chuckled nonchalantly before gracefully getting up.

"Give me 5 minutes Bashful" She winked as she entered the bathroom. Leaving it open only a little as if daring me to peak.

I threw my head back, praying to no one in particular that I have the strength to withstand her teasing. I mean I obviously want her, I want her so badly, but I also want to take her on at least one date before anything goes that far. This isn't about sex, I really care about her. I want to know her like nobody else does and I want her to know me.

Sighing I sat up, hurriedly changing into pajama pants and a light grey tank. I sat down on my side of the bed, leaning back into the headboard. Grabbing my phone I checked to see I had a few messages and missed calls, but that's to be expected when you have the hottest thing to walk the planet distracting you.

1 new message from "Q"
2 missed calls from "Q"
1 new message from "Sammy"
1 new message from "Puckerman"
1 new message from "Mercedes"

I went straight to Mercedes text.

From Mercedes: Hey girl! We need to get our partaay on ASAP, I feel like I haven't seen you in ages :(

I chuckled as I wrote my reply agreeing. That girl is always up for a party and her drunken antics are way to entertaining to miss. I moved on to Pucks next.

From Puckerman: Ey pretty lady ;) You can keep anything you made tonight, I made more than enough after you left. Take care of yaself!

I sat in shock for a little, confident that I'd made around $300 tonight. I couldn't even think of a reply, thank you seemed too weird considering how I made it. I decided not to text back, he wouldn't care and I'd see him tomorrow.

Opening up Quinn's message I wasn't sure what to expect. That made it all the more worrying.

From Q: You can't avoid me forever Britts!

My brow creased, I knew this was a fact. Even if I devoted all of my school time to simply avoiding Quinn it wouldn't work. The only reason I've managed to this week is because the chemistry crew have been in training for some sort of tournament, Q's el capitano of that geek fest.

To Q: Talk tomorrow.

May as well get it over with, it is only Quinn. She'll just want to know how I am, only problem with that is I don't know how I am.

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"Whatcha doing?" San asked as she snuggled in beside me. I'd been too caught up in staring at Sam's message to even realize she'd returned.

"Nothing" I replied locking my phone. I saw a small frown appear over her features before she quickly masked it. I immediately regretted shrugging her off when it was clear something was troubling me. If I want to know about her then she has to know about me. Opening up never was my strong point, old habits die hard.

I shuffled down so we were level. Staring at the ceiling I found her hand under the covers, grasping it tightly.

"I-uh I got a text from Sam"

"What did it say?" She moved our hands to lay upon her stomach, stroking mine soothingly.

"I haven't read it yet, I don't know if I want to" I sounded so small.

"Then don't, not until you're ready" Santana reached across taking my phone and putting it on the table. Instead of moving back to her original position, she placed a chaste kiss on my lips and snuggled into the crook of my neck.

And I'm back to smiling, I swear this girl is magic. With my heart restored to it's smitten state I remembered the money in my jean pockets.

"Hey San?"

"Mmm?" She hummed happily.

"I was wondering if maybe-and it's fine if not, just I was hoping-I mean I haven't even planned anything ye-"

"Britt calm down, what is it?" She propped herself up on her elbow, concern in her eyes.

"Wou-" I took in a deep breathe. "Would you like to go to dinner with me?" I blurted out. Squeezing my eyes shut I face palmed myself.

"Fuck that sounded so lame" I mumbled.

Her laugh sounded melodically in my ears whilst her hand pulled mine away from my face. I blinked back at her, pouting.

"No it didn't! It sounded sweet, and I would love to go to dinner with you Brittany Pierce" She smiled brightly at me, effectively turning my pout into a coy smile.

"Is this a date?" She teased her signature smirk in place.

"Only if you want" I replied fiddling with the doona.

"My god Britt-Britt you must be completely oblivious. You're lucky you're adorable" After flicking off the lamp her hands found their rightful place entangled in my hair, as she pulled me into another searing kiss.

I'm falling for her, I know it. Fast.

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