Honestly, I'm not sure where their weekend will take them, we'll find out though!
Let's re-cap the story so far, shall we? Basically, they went from bff's to barely speaking, then finally starting to hash things out, only to have drunk sex with each other after Terrance's party. Things start to look up and then BAM, Santana is too scared to come to terms with anything, and they continue to bounce back and forth with each other, fighting, crying, fighting, crying, etc etc. (Let's be honest though, if you've ever been in a fight with the person you love, you yell because you care and you cry because you care. It's a maddening, never ending cycle sometimes.) ß Do I sound experienced or what? Lol
Finally, Santana see's how hurt she makes Britt every time she does something else crazy; like date Dave Karofsky. Brittany was hoping that the Born This Way week in Glee would make things better, but it only drove a larger wedge between them due to Santana's fear of coming out and Brittany's unwillingness to leave Artie. And, here we are. It's Friday night and things are starting to come to a head… finally.
Chapter 10
Paperweight
Brittany wasn't sure what was worse; the sex she just had with Artie or the fact that she was thinking about someone else the entire time. Before, during, after… I'm such a horrible person she thought as she laid in the dark, staring up at her boyfriend's ceiling. He had fallen asleep hours ago, but not Brittany, she was still just laying there after what he had called 'mind blowing sex'. It wasn't mind blowing, it was just sex, and it wasn't even good sex. She never held it against Artie for not being able to do certain things in the bed room, but sometimes she wished he would at least be a little more considerate of how she was feeling during their romps in the hay.
Usually she did all the work and didn't get anything out of it. This was a weekly occurrence; she'd come over on a Friday, wait until his parents went to bed, and they'd have sex. Artie would be so excited that he wouldn't last more than a round and by that time Britt was just getting warmed up. She'd be ready for her turn and he'd just roll over and go to sleep; she never said anything, but she knew this wasn't how it was supposed to be. Santana would make sure I got off two or three times before she would even consider going to sleep. She thought as she continued to stare around the dark room. She knew it wasn't fair to compare Artie to Santana, because San was on a completely different level than him, but she couldn't help it.
She also knew that she had to stop thinking about the girl who was probably curled around her pillow right now sleeping; it made a flash of heat course through her body when she thought about replacing the pillow with her body instead. Seriously, I need to hang out with her… all this time with just Artie is about to drive me insane! Don't get it wrong, Brittany loved being with Artie, he made her feel good, he didn't put her down, but not having your best girl friend in the entire world around can kind of wear on you. She glanced at the clock: 11:30p.m. Ugh, I should be out doing something right now!
And then it hit her; her best friend was probably just hanging out at her own house, so why not hang out together? She felt bad for leaving Artie, but he was sleeping, so he couldn't really get mad that she was bored out of her mind. So she silently slipped from the bed and started to get dressed while searching his room for a piece of paper. She found one, and after more digging, found a pen:
Hello my love! I just remembered I didn't feed Lord Tubbington and you know how he gets when he doesn't eat, so I'm going home to take care of him! Text me when you wake up please! xoxo
3 Britt
She left the note on the night stand and slowly crept through Artie's house and out to her car. She wasn't sure why she felt so excited to just go see her best friend, but the thought of them finally just hanging out and relaxing after a few crazy weeks had her giddy. She took the familiar streets until she pulled up to the Lopez residence. She noticed that Santana's car was the only one there and realized that her parents were probably out of town again. It kind of made her sad that San hadn't told her this bit of information since it usually resulted in an all out house party, well, a party of two that is.
The blonde took one last look at the driveway and then noticed that every single light in the house was on. Santana is definitely alone she thought as she turned off her car. The brunette hated being by herself in that big house and she usually would flip on every light to make sure no one would get her. She always thought that someone would break in and her paranoia was sometimes too hilarious to ignore. Well, I'm about to break in, so I guess she had the right idea. But, since I actually have a key to her house, it's not considered breaking and entering.
Santana had found out that her parents were out of town only after she called her mom and asked what was for dinner. 'Oh honey, daddy and I are heading to New York for a few days! I promise we'll bring you back something good!' and she had hung up. She couldn't understand why her parents couldn't ask her to just come with them; I mean COME ON, it was New York, it's not like she would have said no. She was kind of upset with her parents for just leaving her, but she decided it would be a good idea to try and just relax, maybe get in the hot tub, something like that.
She got in the hot tub for about 10 minutes before realizing how absolutely boring it was without someone else being in there with her. At that moment, her mind went to her blonde friend who would normally be splashing around next to her, and she couldn't help it when her stomach twisted. I thought I was over this, I thought I could be freakin' normal when I think about her. Santana was trying, she really was. She still had Karofsky as her beard, but she knew the time was coming for her to get herself out into the open. But not tonight! She thought as she went back into the house.
The brunette continued to find little things to do to keep her mind occupied. She showered, straightened her hair, waxed her eyebrows, painted her nails and toes, cleaned her room, and even made some cookies. She thought it'd be late enough that she wouldn't feel like such a loser for going to bed, but she glanced at the clock and saw that it was only 11:30. She wasn't tired, she felt wide freakin' awake. So, she decided to do what she would normally do on a Friday night spent at home: have a dance party in her living room. Granted, usually she had a tall blonde dancing with her, but she pushed that thought aside as she turned on her iPod.
She felt dumb at first, just dancing around to random songs by herself, but by the third song she was really starting to get into it. She had the remote in one hand, holding it to her mouth like it was a microphone, and her other hand playing the air drums to 'Here I Go Again on My Own' by Whitesnake. She hit the chorus and jumped up onto the couch, whipping her hair around and belting out the song like her life depended on it…
Here I go again on my own!
Going down the only road I've ever known!
Like a drifter I was born to walk alone!
But I've made up my mind,
I ain't wastin' no more time…
She heard the giggle during a lull in the music and almost fell backwards off the couch. She scrambled over the arm rest and twisted around to see who had not only come into her house, but who had also witnessed her making a complete fool of herself.
Brittany heard the music before she could see Santana. Classic, she's having a dance party! The blonde thought as she entered the house and slowly made her way into the Lopez's living room. She almost had to pick her jaw up off the floor when she saw Santana standing on the couch singing. She was in a pair of boxers and a wife-beater, swinging her head from side to side and her brown locks were whipping along with the beat of the music; if Brittany was being honest with herself, her best friend looked sexy as hell.
She brought herself back to the moment when she started laughing as the brunette continued the chorus. She started dying laughing when San almost fell over the back of the couch, only to regain control, but then jumping over the side to hide. "Oh my gosh San, you should have just seen your face!" the blonde yelled out, laughing even harder when she saw the still terrified look on Santana's face. "BOO!" Brittany yelled over the music and she heard a "Hardy freakin' har" from the brunette who was quickly walking over to the stereo to turn it off.
"What are you doing here?" Santana asked after turning the music down so it wasn't causing the whole house to shake, "It's like midnight, how did you know I was even up?"
"Uh hello, your lights were on!" the blonde replied like it was the dumbest question she'd ever heard. She was still standing in the doorway and she could tell the Latina was already retreating into her shell, even after they had just held a slightly normal conversation. Brittany wasn't about to let that happen, so she rushed over to the stereo, cranked it up, and grabbed Santana's hands to dance with her. She looked at her best friend and said, "You owe me a dance, remember? You bailed on me today, so this will have to do!"
Santana's face was one of shock after being called out on missing the 'Born This Way' number for Glee, but Brittany always spoke the truth, so she let it go. Britt saw that she was going to win this one, so she grabbed the remote and told Santana that she had nothing on her, and started twirling around the room and singing the next song that came through the surround sound speakers.
..I just want you close, ..You and me together, ..No one, no one, no one,
..Where you can stay forever…
..You can be sure,
..That it will only get better…
..Through the days and nights…
..I don't worry 'cause,
..Everything's going to be alright…
..People keep talking they can say what they like,
..But all i know is everything's going to be alright…
..Can get in the way of what I'm feeling…
..No one, no one, no one,
..Can get in the way of what I feel for you, yooou, yoooooouuuuuu,
..Can get in the way of what I feel for you…
Brittany was still dancing around the room and Santana could do nothing but watch her move. She knew Brittany could dance, but since all of these feelings really surfaced, she never really appreciated how well she moved. Her body was a work of art, like literally a piece of living art. When she danced, even in moments like this when she was in a pair of sweats and a tank top and just being funny, she looked amazing. The song was still playing and she heard Brittany yell, "Dance San! It's not a dance party if you just stand there!" So, Santana started dancing, grabbing the 'microphone' from Britt and singing the next verse. ..When the rain is pouring down, ..You and me together, ..No one, no one, no one,
..And my heart is hurting…
..You will always be around,
..This I know for certain…
..Through the days and nights…
..I don't worry 'cause,
..Everything's going to be alright…
..People keep talking they can say what they like,
..But all i know is everything's going to be alright…
..Can get in the way of what I'm feeling…
..No one, no one, no one,
..Can get in the way of what I feel for you, you, you,
..Can get in the way of what I feel…
They were both singing and dancing around the living room at this point. All of their feelings and fears, their doubts and embarrassment, were wiped away during this small display of fun. They hadn't had a non-serious moment between them in a long time, and they both loved the feeling of just enjoying each other's company again. When the last part of the song hit, they were both on the couch, gripping the same remote between them, and busting out the bridge… ..I know some people search the world… ..No one, no one,
..To find something like what we have…
..I know people will try, try to divide, something so real…
..So till the end of time I'm telling you there ain't no one…
..Can get in the way of what I'm feeling…
..No one, no one, no one,
..Can get in the way of what I feel for you…
..Oh, (oh) oh (oh) Oh, (oh) oh (oh) ohhhhh!...
They both collapsed onto the couch when the song ended; laughing and trying to catch their breath. They both noticed at that moment that they were willingly touching each other, leaning against the back of the couch, and it wasn't awkward or weird, it was normal; it was just San and B, like it had been from the very beginning.
They latched pinkies and Brittany put her head on Santana's shoulder and they both just hung out. They talked about school and how excited they were for nationals coming up. They couldn't hide their excitement for going to New York City and getting their chance at Vocal Adrenaline again. They might not be Cheerios anymore, but they were still competitive as hell. They talked about prom a little and both tried to decide what dresses they were going to wear for the event. They steered clear of any mention of their dates and instead spoke about how "small town" Lima was and how it was going to be in their gym at school instead of some grand ballroom somewhere.
They sat for hours, literally hours, just catching up on the small stuff going on in their lives. Brittany told Santana about her idea for having an online talk show and how she had invited Mercedes and Tina on as her first guests. Santana had no idea why she would have those two on first, but Britt said it was because they probably knew about more drama going on in school than anyone else. The brunette resented that, thinking she was the biggest gossip around, but then realized that Brittany was right. Since their fighting had begun, she really had no idea what was going on around McKinley; hell, she could barely keep up with her own messes, let alone anyone else's.
As the night wore on, she could tell Brittany was getting tired because her mouth kept popping into this cute little 'O' shape when she yawned, and then she'd sigh and sink deeper into Santana's side. Somewhere during their talking, Brittany had wriggled her way into the brunette's arms and had her face nuzzled into her neck. Her legs were thrown into Santana's lap and her arms were around her waist; basically she was sitting in her lap.
Santana knew she could sit like this forever and be completely content. It was then that she realized that even if the blonde never loved her like she wanted, she would always be there for Brittany. She would always look out for her and protect her and make sure that she was loved, either by herself or by someone else. She could never hate anything that Brittany loved, and it was then that she realized she would stop tormenting Artie.
If she wanted to win Brittany she knew she needed to start fighting fair. She wasn't sure what fair meant at the time, but she knew it involved coming clean to everyone about her sexuality, coming clean to everyone about her love for her best friend, and then, when all of that was done, try to win the blonde fair and square. She knew she would win and it gave her a light headed feeling to know that the blonde would take her for her own as soon as she said the words to everyone else. It was terrifying, of course, and until she could get over those fears, these small stolen moments with her best friend was all she could have.
"What cha thinkin' bout?" the blonde asked. It startled Santana from her reverie; she was almost positive that she had been asleep just moments ago. Hmm, I wonder if she is better at pretending then I thought?
"Nothing, just thinkin…" she responded, which seemed to be enough for the Brittany.
They hadn't really been listening to the music playing in the background, but finally it seemed that both of their thoughts had quieted and they were able to take it in.
..Somethin' in your eyes, makes me wanna lose myself… ..If you knew how lonely my life has been… ..It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me…
..Makes me wanna lose myself, in your arms…
..There's somethin' in your voice, makes my heart beat fast…
..Hope this feeling lasts, the rest of my life…
..And how long I've been so alone…
..And if you knew how I wanted someone to come along…
..And change my life the way you've done…
..It feels like I'm all the way back where I come from…
..It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me…
..It feels like I'm all the way back where I belong…
Brittany started to move during the middle of the song, stretching out on the couch with her feet in Santana's lap. The brunette absentmindedly trailed her fingers up and down Brittany's legs, not even noticing it after only a few passes. She heard Brittany let out a small sign and Santana couldn't help the smile that crept onto her face…
..A window breaks, down a long, dark street… ..Well, if you knew how much this moment means to me…
..And a siren wails in the night…
..But I'm alright, 'cause I have you here with me…
..And I can almost see, through the dark there is light…
..And how long I've waited for your touch…
..And if you knew how happy you are making me…
..I never thought that I'd love anyone so much…
Santana's smile got wider as she watched her friend sleep peacefully on her couch. Seriously, stinkin' cute is the only way to describe her when she sleeps. Not wanting to disturb the sleeping beauty, but also ready to go to sleep herself, she started to move the blonde's legs off of her own. She suddenly felt Brittany press her legs back down onto her lap and heard a murmured 'no' before realizing that she was stuck there until the blonde fell asleep for real. ..It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me…
..It feels like I'm all the way the back where I come from…
..It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me…
..It feels like I'm all the way back where I belong…
..It feels like I'm all the way back where I belong…
'Mmmh.. I forgot how much I love the smell of San's house...' Brittany knew that it was more Santana's smell than that of the actual house, but being so close to her and inhaling her distinct scent made her feel like she was home. Before long, she could feel Santana's strong arms wrapped around her and pulling her from the couch. She could feel San's breath on her ear when she leaned in and whispered, "Come on B, let's go to bed." I could get used to that… she thought, and before her head could hit the brunette's pillows, she was asleep.
Both girls slept soundly all night, neither more than stirring until late Saturday morning. Santana was the first to wake and she felt like she was on top of the world. She had her friend back and there was no denying that there wasn't much else that could make her happier. Well, sexy times would make me happier, but other than that, I'm pretty much set! She thought as she glanced over at the still sleeping Brittany.
It's weird, but when you sleep next to someone for a long time, you tend to wake up around the same time. It's almost as if your subconscious is telling you, 'Hey! They're awake! You need to wake up too so you can talk to them more!' Santana was thinking about how they used to both wake up at the same time and just laugh because of how odd it was, but as time went on it was almost like they both started looking forward to waking up to one another. This thought put a small smile on her still half asleep face, and it wasn't even a minute later when Brittany rolled over and threw an arm and leg over Santana and asked in a sleepy voice, "Do we have to get up or can we just lay in bed all day?"
Santana chuckled as she heard the childish sounding plea, "No B, we can stay here as long as you want." The Latina laughed again when she started thinking about spending the whole day in bed with the blonde. It was days like this that Santana was thankful for painting her room black and having dark curtains; it was easy to lie in bed all day when there was no sun shining in to make you feel guilty.
"Good, 'cause I want breakfast in bed." Brittany mumbled into Santana's shirt, "You gonna make me breakfast Sanny?" The blonde was using her 'persuasive voice', a tone that she knew she could use to get Santana to do just about anything. She's not playing very fair right now. The brunette thought as she looked down at the blonde hair nuzzled against her chest.
"Ok, breakfast it is, but what do I get out of the deal? You know I hate breakfast B, you gonna make me lunch in bed or something?" She liked playing these games with Brittany; she'd get fussy and it made her even cuter; if that's even possible.
"Oh come on! You know I can't cook." The blonde tried to reason, but Santana wasn't going to budge; she was getting something for going all the way downstairs to make her something to eat. After a moment longer, Brittany huffed, "Fine, how about this, you make me breakfast, and I give you a massage." Oh my god, is she TRYING to turn me on right now? Well, too late for that I guess…
"Deal." She replied and faster than the blonde could even comprehend, Santana was downstairs making her breakfast; Eggo waffles, smothered in butter and syrup, some bacon (extra flimsy), and a glass of orange juice. She knew the order without even asking because this was what Brittany ate Every. Single. Morning. for breakfast. She never got tired of it, but it also made it very easy to make considering San had done this many times before. Santana didn't even like waffles, but she still insisted that they were bought at the super market, just in case morning's like this one would arise.
She walked the food back upstairs to find Brittany still cuddled under the blankets and still half-asleep. "Britttttannnnnyyy, I brought you waffles." She cooed as she sat the orange juice down on the side table next to Britt and ripped the covers off of the blonde to make her wake up. Damn it, if I have to get up, so does she! The brunette thought as she watched the blonde curl in on herself to keep warm.
"Ugh, I hate being cold when I wake up!" the blonde said, but instantly cheered up when Santana sat down next to her with a plate full of food. Brittany grabbed the plate and finished it before the brunette could even tell her to slow down. Fat and happy, Brittany reached for the covers and pulled them back over her and Santana.
"You're so comfy San," the blonde whispered as she cuddled in closer to her best friend. "Seriously, I meant what I said about you being a living stuffed animal." Brittany's arm was draped across the brunette's stomach and both girls relished in the closeness that the one night of having fun had done for their friendship. They felt normal again.
Santana could feel Britt drawing patterns on her stomach through her tank top and she couldn't help the goosebumps that ran along the length of her arms and legs. Brittany must have noticed, because she started dragging her nails slowly up and down the Latina's arm; stopping at the top of her shoulder and tracing back down to the girls' palm, where she would draw more patterns before repeating the series. This was excruciating for the brunette who tried to keep her breathing steady and her heart rate down; Damn damn damn, I'm giving myself away right now! I know she can hear that…
Listen to her heart fly… Brittany thought as her fingers continued up Santana's arm and across her collarbone. Brittany loved actually hearing the affect she had on Santana's body instead of just feeling it. She loved hearing how Santana's breath was catching in her throat and how her heart continued to pound against her ribs. Testing her already strong theory, Brittany ran her hand very carefully down the middle of Santana's torso until it rested on the skin just above her shorts, and sure enough, the brunette's heart was running an all out sprint.
Both girls weren't exactly sure how they ended up going from joking about breakfast to what was happening now, but they knew one thing, it didn't matter. Clothes were flying around the room and both girls were clinging to each other like a drowning man clings to life. There was a desperate feeling to the moment as both girls felt the familiar hands trailing up and down their bodies; both seeking dominance but failing to do so when one would touch the other. They couldn't help but give in to one another's hands, and bodies, and mouths as their breathing became more ragged. It was like they hadn't touched each other in years, when really it had been barely a few weeks.
Brittany felt Santana's hand traveling down her waist and toward her aching center and she was so ready to feel the Latina inside her she couldn't hold it in any longer, "Please Santana, please, I can't wait anymore…" The words came out in more of a moan as Santana slid her fingers into her, causing her to see stars behind her eyes that she hadn't seen in weeks. "Oh god San, don't stop…"
They had sex more times in that single afternoon than they ever had in their entire life. If you asked Brittany, it wasn't sex, it was love. It was frantic and desperate at first, but slowly turned into something she had never experienced with Santana; making love. Things got slower and more sensual as the afternoon wore on and Brittany knew that this was how sex was supposed to be. It was supposed to be equal but also not equal; you were supposed to want to give so much more than you received because seeing them feel so amazing was more important than how you felt. She knew that if she had it her way, Santana would never wear clothing again and neither of them would ever leave the confines of that dark bedroom.
The sun was starting to set before either girl even considered separating from one another. Santana could tell that Brittany was just as relaxed as she was about spending the rest of the evening and night just wrapped up in one another. Santana had never been this type before; normally she would hit it and quit it, leaving before the 'after sex cuddling' could start, but this, this was different. After having sex on the floor, in bed, against the wall, on her dresser, and in her bathroom, Santana yearned for nothing more than for Brittany's arms to hold her tighter. They collapsed down onto the bed and the blonde quickly wrapped herself around Santana, enjoying the sensations it caused to their already over-sensitive bodies. San had never felt this way before; she knew she had loved Brittany for a long time, but this, this sense of need and desire, was all new, and for Santana, it was amazing.
By early evening, both girls were sated of their lust and love of each other and decided to get up and do something with their lives. They decided on dinner at Breadsticks and then a movie back at Santana's since her parents were going to be gone until Monday.
"Damn San, you act like you haven't eaten all today!" Brittany said as Santana continued to force feed herself more breadsticks. Brittany never understood the love that the Latina had for those breadsticks, but since she had literally gotten a lady fired for not filling up her wheelbarrow, none of the staff questioned or denied the girls' requests for more.
"I haven't Britt! I never got my lunch in bed like you… oooh, you're hilarious." The brunette replied as she watched Brittany wiggle her eye brows in a devious way. "Ok fine, I'll stop, but that means dessert back at my place. I think I have a can of whipped cream somewhere." The blonde's blush got so red that Santana almost snorted her drink out of her nose when she started laughing at her. She seriously cannot handle sexy talk in a public place, so funny.
What Santana didn't know was at that moment Brittany was thinking back to a very similar conversation Artie and she had had at the Lima Bean earlier that week. Thinking back on it, when Artie told her that he had a better use for the whip cream, it had actually made her stomach turn a little bit. And now that she thought about it more, it also made her feel kind of slutty for sleeping with Artie and then turning around and sleeping with Santana the next day. She tried to reason with herself that the sex with Santana was so different, but it still didn't ease her guilt of cheating on the boy in the wheelchair.
They finally paid the bill and after some mild threatening by Brittany about withholding sex, Santana stopped stuffing her purse with breadsticks and led the way to her car. They climbed in and rolled down the windows, enjoying the spring air that was unseasonably warm and just making the best of it, because this was Ohio, and the weather could change faster than Sue Sylvester changed track suits. Santana took the long way home and was for once grateful that her iPod found the right song…
..Been up all night staring at you, ..You want the sunrise to go back to bed… ..Mess up my bed with me…
..Wondering what's on your mind…
..I've been this way with so many before,
..But this feels like the first time…
..I want to make you laugh…
..Kick off the covers, I'm waiting…
..Every word you say, I think I should write down…
..Don't want to forget come daylight…
Both girls were glancing sideways at each other while the song played. Brittany had a smile playing at the edges of her mouth and when she caught Santana's eye, they both broke into a toothy grin… ..Happy to lay here, ..Paperweight on my back… ..Mess up my bed with me…
..Just happy to be here,
..I'm happy to know you…
..Play me a song ,
..Your newest one…
..Please leave your taste on my tongue…
..Cover me like a blanket…
..Kick off the covers I'm waiting…
..And every word you say, I think I should write down…
..Don't want to forget come daylight…
As they wound around the back roads of Lima, Santana made a move that a month ago would have seemed strange, but now it just felt right. She reached for Brittany's hand and pulled it to her mouth, lightly kissing her palm before brushing her lips along the pale skin on top. She smiled slightly against the blonde's knuckles then lowered their hands to rest on Brittany's lap…
..And no need to worry,
..That's wastin time…
..And no need to wonder,
..What's been on my mind…
..It's you…
..It's you…
..It's you…
They didn't even make it inside the house before they picked up where they left off earlier that evening. Santana had thrown herself across the center console and straddled the blonde, but she didn't kiss her with reckless abandon, she just stared. She traced the plains of Brittany's face with her finger tips, over her high cheekbones and across her eyes lids, almost like a blind person trying to read and memorize a face for the first time. Brittany looked up at her through her lashes and Santana's breath caught in her throat; you are seriously the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Then she crashed their lips together, forgetting all about the can of whip cream they had planned for dessert…
..Every word you say I think I should write down…
..I don't want to forget come daylight…
..And I give up,
..I let you win,
..You win cause I'm not counting…
..You made it back to sleep again…
..Wonder what you're dreaming…
:) Happy fluff chapter… I had to have one, there was just too much angst between them. I need my happy bitches back!
Ok, First Song, when Santana was dancing, was of course Whitesnake's 'Here I go Again on My Own' which is a favorite of mine. When they both started to dance it was 'No One' by Alicia Keys. When they were laying on the couch, the song was 'Feels like Home' and it was the Edwina Hayes version though. It's acoustic and I have a soft spot for anything with just a piano or guitar. Hence why I about had a heart attack when I heard Santana singing Songbird with just a piano. Lastly, and the name of the chapter, is 'Paperweight' by Joshua Radin & Schuyler Fisk. It's from the Dear John soundtrack, and I seriously have been trying to figure it into a chapter for awhile now, and it fit too perfectly here for it not to be used.
I'm going to do a special, short chapter, over Fondue for Two, which is taking place on Sunday Afternoon/Night and it will be strictly from Mercedes and Tina's view. J Anywho, I hope you enjoyed their little weekend fun together, now, let the rumor's begin!
Oh, and I absolutely LOVE hearing from you guys! You're all the best!
xoxo-Kat