AN: Forever disappointed Naya didn't marry me, but oh well... Wish her all the best tho.
The day before Halloween I wake up with a pounding headache and the most terrible feeling like something has crawled inside of me and died. This always happens to me if I don't get enough sleep. Add three bottles of beer to that and I have a hellish morning guaranteed. Okay maybe three bottles isn't that much, but I have a weak stomach.
With a pained groan I glance over at the clock on the bedside table to check the time. I squint at it for a good minute and when it comes into focus, I groan some more and bury my head deeper in the pillows. Too freaking early to be awake after the night I had. Why did I even wake up this early? I would do anything for a bottle of mineral water right now, but I don't even have enough energy to call my mom. Maybe I should just go back to sleep. Just as I'm about to drift off again, I hear my mother's voice.
"…oh, and tell her that lunch's almost ready, okay? She already missed breakfast."
Who is she talking to? No way dad's awake this early.
"Sure thing, Susan. We'll be down in a few."
It's Santana.
At first I think I'm dreaming it, because why else would Santana be at my place at this hour? But then the door flies open and someone pounces on the bed.
"Rise and shine!"
My girlfriend's husky voice rings so close to my ear, that it jerks me awake instantly. I blink rapidly and try to focus on the figure that has now retreated and is staring at me from the other end of my bed without raising my head from the pillow. The more I stare the more it becomes apparent that Santana is in my room looking like a supermodel as always and I'm lying here, probably looking like shit.
Ever since I started dating Santana my awareness to what I'm wearing and how I look has increased tenfold. I don't mean I looked like a tramp or didn't look in the mirror before, but now I try to look my best. Because if I don't like the way I look, why would she, right?
Last night I was so tired and sleepy I don't even remember how I managed to get in the bed, never mind if I changed or not before going to sleep.
Oh, my god! What if I'm in my unicorn onesie?! Or the Powerpuff Girls underwear?! Or something completely unsexy like that?! WHAT IF I'M NAKED?!
The thought makes me groan and shut my eyes. I'm still holding on to the irrational and rapidly fading hope that maybe this really is a dream. I try to pull the comforter over my head to somewhat shield myself from her eyes, but that plan backfires as the comforter is snatched away from me with the speed of light.
"No, no, no, you're not going back to sleep!"
Nope. Definitely not a dream. But the good news is I'm not naked. And I'm not wearing anything embarrassing either.
"Wait, you sleep in sweatpants? What is this, the North Pole?" She stares at me with a raised eyebrow.
Oh, so that's why I was feeling hot.
"Hmm, guess I forgot to take them off."
"What were you doing last night that got you sleeping like a rock anyway? I've been calling you all morning."
"My dad and I watched football yesterday. Or this morning. It was 3 A.M."
"Why?" She's looking at me like I'm insane.
"Ajax was playing." It's a tradition in our family. We never miss any of their games. Except for my mom lately. And that's because of her pregnancy. She's still a diehard fan. Back when my parents lived in Amsterdam they used to go to all their games. They're soccer...I mean football junkies. Every time I say soccer instead of football they ground me.
Santana racks her brain for a moment and shrugs, "Never heard of it. Explains your t-shirt, though." Her eyes flicker down to my red Ajax t-shirt. Guess I forgot to change that as well.
"It's a Dutch football club." Duh! Of course she's never heard of it.
"Oh, you meant soccer team. Did they lose?"
"Of course not! Why would they lose? They're the best!" I sit up and stare at her incredulously.
"Hey, no need to get too defensive. I was just asking." She scoffs getting up from the bed and walks over to my table, opening the drawers casually and peeking inside. I don't think she finds anything interesting so she turns to me and says, "Anyway, since you're already awake, you should take me to the mall."
I fall back into the pillows with a groan. I've been shopping with her before. Now, don't get me wrong, I do love shopping. The kind of shopping when you go inside a store, see something you like and buy it. Now Santana, on the other hand, likes to try on everything there is in the mall. And that goes on for hours. What's worse, she may end up not buying anything! I mean if I have to sit through it for hours, I would at least like to see the result of my suffering.
I really love Santana and I'd totally go through anything for her, but I'm kind of half dead as it is already.
"Oh, stop whining." She huffs in annoyance and rolls her eyes at me, "You just have to drive me there and then you can just sit on your fine ass and not even do anything! Bring your tablet or something. Please?" Her annoyed expression morphs into an irresistible pout and I instantly know I'll be taking that one hour drive today. And did she just call my ass fine?
San's car keys have been confiscated again. This time she didn't leave it anywhere, but bad-mouthed an old lady crossing the street in front of her. Of course nobody would have found out about it, had her mother not been sitting in her passenger seat. I can say that Maribel was not amused. Yeah, San's hot-headed like that.
"Okay," I sigh. Why is it so hard to say no to her? Oh right. I'm in love with her. I drag myself out of my bed with Herculean effort. "But, we're stopping at McDonalds. I heard they have new toys. I'll just get in the shower first."
"Great!" Such a beautiful smile lights up her face that I can't imagine how could I even think about saying no to her. "You're the best girlfriend, Britt-Britt!"
"How can you know that? I'm the only one you've ever had." I laugh as I grab pair of jeans and Henley shirt along with a new pair of boxers from the closet.
"Just take the compliment." She says rolling her eyes. "I'm really glad I decided to try this girlfriends thing, you know." She adds, looking serious all of a sudden.
"I'm really glad you did, too." Her words catch me off guard, but the warmth that floods my body from hearing them shows itself in my smile. My heart is doing a happy dance inside my chest.
She grins back at me and comes closer, mischievous glint lighting up her brown eyes, "And I'm really glad we can make out now."
Before I have time to catch up with her words she yanks me down with my t-shirt and crashes her lips to mine. It doesn't take me long to start kissing her back. God, I love San's lips. They're the softest, warmest, the most delicious things my lips have ever touched. I take a deep breath when I run out of air. It smells like Santana. Warm and heady and intense and it makes my heart beat hundred times faster. I throw the clothes I'm holding on the floor and grab her by the hips to pull her closer. She doesn't resist and slides her arms around my neck. I don't know why, but that move sort of turns me on and my thumbs slip inside her shirt to caress her smooth, dear god, is it smooth, skin. She exhales in my mouth and pushes her body closer to mine. If that's even possible. It's then that I feel the telltale twitching below the waist and I know we have to stop now before it gets out of hands. So I gently push her back.
"Wow, you should let loose more often, Brittany." She's still breathing hard against my lips and it's so much I can do not to pull her back again. Then she finally catches her breath and adds, "Go have that shower now."
"hmm?" I stare at her with dazed expression as the licks her full lower lip.
She giggles and pecks my lips once more. "Go shower. Now." Then she grabs my things off the floor and shoving them into my hands pushes me in the direction of the bathroom. "Don't take too long. I'll wait for you here."
I nod my head dumbly as I close the bathroom door behind me. Somehow Santana's kisses never fail to turn my brain into useless pile of goo. I shake my head to clear it a little bit and strip down. I sigh at the sight of Britt jr. I swear the little guy never rests. It's getting really frustrating.
Before long, I'm done with the shower and humming Disco Duck I come out of the bathroom only to freeze on the spot from the scene I'm met with. Santana is standing in the middle of my room waving around Andúril like it's a piece of plastic. And believe me, that sword is heavy. My dad had that one made for me. And it's huge. It's almost as tall as Santana. I have it hidden most of the time, because people tend to touch it when they come over. I don't like people playing with my Andúril. That doesn't apply to Santana though. This is such a huge deal, you don't even know.
However, I'm faced with another problem. You see, I love LOTR. I've loved it from the day I first saw it. It's the kind of thing that enters your heart and mind and stays with you forever. And I've always thought I could never date someone who didn't love Lotr, because it's such a huge part of my life.
"Hey, I was going through your stuff and look what I found!"
"Yeah, that's…you went through my stuff?"
"It's the thing I do." She shrugs like it's no big deal and brings the sword closer to her face to examine it. "It's so heavy. Feels real."
"It is real. I mean, not real real, but it's a real sword and it's the exact replica of Andúril."
"Wow." She breathes in awe, examining the sword closer.
"So, you like The Lord of the Rings?" I ask trying to sound casual.
"Do I like The Lord of the Rings? Only the most epic fantasy ever written?" Her eyebrow rises up as she looks at me in amusement.
I nod.
"I fucking love it!"
The weight of the world lifts up from my shoulders and I breathe in relief.
"Marry me?" The words are out of my mouth before I can stop it.
"I'll think about it." Santana says with her devious smirk.
"We should watch it together sometime." She says and I fall in love with her even deeper.
Halloween is finally here. I've been buzzing with energy ever since I woke up. I've been waiting impatiently for the hour when I finally had to start dressing up as the condemned captain of the Flying Dutchman. I mean Davy Jones from the pirates of the Caribbean and not the one from Spongebob. Because the flying Dutchmen in there is actually Blackbeard, totally different pirate. So, here I stand in front of the mirror in worn out leather boots, oversized pants and dirty white shirts from at least two centuries ago. I decided to dress like his early version, before he abandoned his duty and grew an octopus on his face, because otherwise I would have needed lots and lots of make-up and probably a make-up artist or two.
Now I just have to wait for Santana before I put on my blue pirate's coat and black hat on. It's a really nice hat and while I'm in the process of admiring my awesome hat, I hear the sound of the front door open and my mom's awed voice. It's probably Santana, so I ran out of my room. No matter how many times I asked she never revealed who she'd be dressing up as, so I can't wait to see her costume. When I reach the hall downstairs and my girlfriend comes into the view I stop dead in tracks, looking at her awestruck. No way is she dressed as…
"Oh, my God! You're Calypso? You're Calypso!" I try to form some word after that, but nothing comes out. The dress she's wearing is so freaking awesome, I can't seem to be able to find words to describe it. With the corset and her cleavage… Dear god! Take me now!
"Actually, it's Tia Dalma for now, sweetheart." She says with a smirk as she comes closer to me, making my knees a little weaker with every step she takes. God, her hair looks so awesome. When she's close enough she whispers in my ear, "But maybe I'll show you Calypso later."
I don't even want to imagine what my face looks like right now, because it makes both Santana and my mom crack up. I blush a little at that and finally try to take that breath I skipped a minute ago.
Mom sighs, wiping away the tear that slipped from laughing too hard, "Ah, I haven't laughed that hard for a while now. That was priceless, Britt-Britt." When I scowl at her she sobers up and adds, "So are you guys all set?"
"Yeah," I say, relieved that subject of conversation has finally changed, "I'll just grab my coat and hat."
"Can't forget the hat," My mom says jokingly.
What does that supposed to mean?!
"Don't forget your overnight bag." She calls after me as I run upstairs to retrieve my things, "And no partying after eleven. Got it? I'll call Maribel at eleven and if you're not there you can forget staying over. You'll be coming home. Got it?"
Both Santana and I nod our heads quickly. Sheesh can she be scary when she wants to.
"Very well," She says with a smile, "Have fun, Girls. And for god's sake if you have sex please protect yourselves. You don't want to go through this at your age, believe me." She says the last part to Santana, who I think is blushing. I mean, I'm sure as hell blushing right now.
"Mooom," I whine, "Was that really necessary?"
"Absolutely. Bye now. See you in the morning." She kisses my cheek affectionately and hugs Santana.
"Goodbye, Susan."
"Bye mom. Bye little sister who doesn't have a name yet." I pat her stomach before walking out of the house.
I throw my overnight bag on the backseat of my car and turn to face Santana.
"Time for trick-or-treating!" I exclaim enthusiastically. Belgian chocolate, here we come!
"I can't believe you actually meant it." Santana groans at my excitement, but fallows me to the neighbor's house.
"Trick or treat!" I say knocking twice on the wooden door. Santana's standing behind me like she actually can't believe she's doing this. Mrs. Rogers doesn't make us wait long as she opens the door with a huge warm smile.
"Brittany Pierce, still a lover of Belgian chocolates, I see."
"Always!" I say with a grin, rocking back and forth on my hills. It's like I'm seven again.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Come on in! I have a cup of hot chocolate that's calling your name." She steps aside to make a way for me.
That's when I drag Santana from behind me, "This is my girlfriend, Santana, by the way. Any chance of name calling cup of hot chocolate's for her?"
"Of course! Come on in, my dear." She says, her warm smile now directed at Santana and San can't help but smile back.
"Thank you. It's nice to meet you."
"Oh, what a polite young lady, and gorgeous too. She's gorgeous, Brittany."
"I know." I nod as I make beeline for the kitchen. I dive right into chocolate cupcakes when I see Santana's face that has 'really?' written all over it. I shrug. Mrs. R and I are old friends. She doesn't mind me eating cupcakes.
When we finally leave our bags are full of candy and I'm riding a sugar high already. Santana doesn't want to show it, but I think she is too.
When we arrive at the party it's already in the full swing. I'm beginning to feel a little nervous, because this is the first party Santana and I are attending as a couple. And because I don't really go partying that often.
I think Santana notices that my nerves are a little over the place, so she takes my hand and leads us into the house. I don't even know whose house this is, and I'm not sure I'll be finding that out as everyone is dressed up as a character from some horror movie. Some of them look really awesome, some simply ridiculous, like Puck, who's the first one to greet us. He eyes Santana in a way that makes my want to punch him in the face. But I try to control that urge, because, guess what? Santana's my girlfriend now. And maybe I place my arm around her shoulders too. So I'm marking my territory, sue me.
Santana doesn't pay any attention to him, though. She grabs my hand that's wrapped around her shoulders and wraps another one around my waist. We make our way through already drunk teens to find her friends. Firstly, though, we go to the kitchen to get us drinks. I'm designated driver for the night, so all I get is a can of coke. Then, we meet up with Quinn and her boyfriend. Both of them are dressed to inspire fear, but I don't think Quinn even needs to dress up. Her smile scares me enough as it is.
The loud music is blaring through the speakers and after downing her shot Santana asks me if I want to dance. My head turns in the direction of the make-shift dance floor where teens are practically dancing on each other. My brows furrow a little at the sight. Where are we even supposed to fit, people are packed together like sardines. When I tell Santana that, she just shrugs and pulls me over to the dance floor anyway. What transpires then makes me so hot and bothered I don't know how I ever managed to not spontaneously combust on spot. Santana's hands on my neck, as she grinds her body into mine, almost gives me a heart attack. I don't think she realizes it, but she's grinding right on Britt jr. who I must say is enjoying the action very much. Too much even. That's being virgin to you. No sufficient self control whatsoever.
It doesn't takes too long for me to get hard. Santana must have felt it too, because when she turns to face me she has a cocky grin on her face. I roll my eyes cracking a small smile of embarrassment as she leans up to kiss me. Closing me eyes I wait for the kiss, but it never comes and instead my arms are suddenly empty.
What the fuck?
"Let me go, asshole!" I hear Santana's angry voice over the music and instantly open my eyes. Some dude in Jason's costume is holding her by her arms and is trying to dance with her.
Now, I am probably the most peaceful person you could ever meet, but when I see the drunk dude's fingers digging into my girlfriend's precious skin I'm ready to tear the guy apart with my bare hands.
I don't even register marching over and the next thing I know I've pried Santana from his hands and I'm preparing to land a good punch right on his nose. I don't even hesitate as I swing my fist forward and instant pain shots through my hand. Not paying attention to it I grab the dude by neck and yank him backwards successfully landing him on the floor. He doesn't even have time to come to his senses as I push him down with my foot on his chest.
"Don't ever lay your hands on my girlfriend. Got it?" He's clutching at his bleeding nose with both hands as he stares up at me in shock. Then he nods. I think I scared him. I'm about to remove my foot, but I change my mind and push it down stronger, "Actually, don't ever touch anyone like that. It's not okay."
He nods some more and I decide to let him go. When I stand up I notice that music has stopped playing and everyone, including my girlfriend is staring at me.
"Hey, are you okay?" I say as I walk closer to her and examine her arms. Good thing the idiot didn't leave any marks.
"I…I'm fine. Are you okay?" Her voice sounds so deep I barely recognize it.
"My hand hurts a little." Wincing I rise my injured hand. "Nothing a little ice can't cure though."
Santana takes my hand and placing a gentle kiss on the back says, "We should get you some ice then. and then let's go home, I don't think I like this place anymore."
I can't help but agree. Partying is clearly not my thing.