Previously on A New Friendship

-Santana and Brittany are getting ready for a party at Artie's

-Brittany tells Santana about her alcoholic father and her confused feelings towards Artie

-They have the heart to heart blah blah blah

-They are going to the party, having a sleepover, and then filming their project

After I finish drying and straightening my hair and doing my make up, I walk back into my room to see Santana in a tight red high waisted skirt with a black tank top tucked in hugging her firmly. My guess is she's been wearing it since she got out of the shower, I just had been too upset to notice it.

Talking to her really made me feel better. Like a weight was lifted. I feel like I don't have to hide part of my life anymore. Part of me. Something that I can't do with anyone right now, except my family. It feels amazing.

She used my spare hairdryer while I showered and now her hair is parted far on her right side and it falls gently on her left shoulder.

"Ow, ow!" I scream.

"Same goes for you," she jokes.

"Ready to go?"

"You sure you're okay?" she asks. "We can stay in tonight if you'd rather do that. Or we can go to my house. We can sleep there if you'd prefer that."

"Thanks, but I think its good for me to go out. I could use it. But if it's okay with you, maybe sleeping at your house would be a better idea." I rather not be in the house with my Dad right now. Plus, my mom is home and can take care of Chris since it's the weekend, so I'm free to go.

"No worries," she says. "Pack a bag, we can shoot the video at my house too. My mom will be at work tomorrow anyway, so we can shoot anywhere in the house without background noise."

When we get to Artie's, he opens the door before we can even knock.

"Come here, baby," he says as he pulls me in for a kiss. As I pull away, I feel a little let down, almost like I expected to feel something this time. I shake it off as we are greeted by pretty much the entire glee club. I guess we're the last ones here.

As Santana and I walk into the kitchen to grab something to drink, we pass Rachel who quickly flashes us a smile before were out of sight.

Suddenly, I remember their interaction after the battle.

"Hey San," I whisper, even though I don't have to because the kitchen's empty and music is blasting through the house. "What did Rachel say to you after the battle?"

"Oh," she says, "that was weird. After we finished the song and hugged, she whispered 'you were amazing.' Then she said, 'I'm sorry. You just seemed like a threat, and I was right.' Then she laughed a little. I think she was trying to apologize for the comments she was making about me earlier."

"Oh, that's kind of nice, I guess." I don't know what to say, because I'm not sure how Santana felt about it.

"Yeah, I think she really meant it. Everyone messes up, I guess. So we'll see. She's still an annoying dwarf but as long as she isn't spreading that bull about me were good."

I want to tell her I told Rachel to cut it out. I want to tell her how I stood up for her. But I don't want her to feel like Rachel didn't mean it, or that I think she needs me to defend her. So I stay quiet.

I decide to only have one shot, to loosen me up a little, then I'm just going to stick with soda. I'm not in the mood to get drunk. I just want to have fun.

Santana has the shot with me, then coke with a little vodka in it.

We go out to the living room to mingle and I sit down on Artie's lap. Santana is on the other side of me talking to Quinn on the couch when Puck comes and sits in between them.

Artie's singing along to some Mike Posner song, Bow Chicka Wow Wow I think. I love his smooth voice. As he sings to me, I feel happy. I don't know if it's from the shot or him, but I'm glad I came. I'm really happy when he's holding me. His arms wrapped around me. When we first starting dating I thought cuddling with him would be hard, because of his chair, but sitting on him makes me feel so much closer to him. Plus, because he can't feel me, I can sit on him without worrying that I'm crushing him.

But then his hand starts searching my legs. His soft fingers graze my right thigh. Slowly he's going under my shorts. I hate that it turns me on. It always has and it always will. My legs are a sensual area for me, I guess. He uses his spare hand to tilt my chin towards him. Because of the situation, I try to take away all emotions and just have fun. We start kissing and it's kind of nice. I'm enjoying it, actually. As his hand moves from my thigh to my face, I stop enjoying it, though. That's when I realize, I'm only enjoying it because I'm turned on. I don't want to hurt his feelings by stopping, so I use my hand to move his hand back to my legs. He takes the hint and smiles into our kiss. What guy wouldn't like it if you're practically begging them to go inside you. His hand slides back under my shorts. I love gentle touches, and he knows it. Because my shorts are so short, he's able touch pretty much anything. He's about to slide his finger under the bottom edge of my underwear.

"Spin the bottle, please!" Rachel's voice echoes through the house.

Artie's hand flinches and pulls out of my shorts as he realizes we aren't alone. Our lips separate.

As I look around, to make sure no one was watching us too closely, I notice Santana and Puck must have been kissing or be about to kiss because their faces are close and his arms are wrapped around her waist and her right hand is on his neck.

"Not again," Quinn complains. I'm with Quinn on this. We played this last party.

But Rachel's so intent on playing that she places the bottle on the table in front of us, leaving little choice for the rest of us. They make me get off Artie's lap so we can tell who the bottle lands on.

The more I think about it, though, I realize that I'm glad Rachel interrupted Artie and me. It isn't fair to him. If I had let him do that, I would have felt guilty after. Like I shouldn't have let him do it because I didn't really want it. I just got carried away.

I must have been thinking about this for some time, because I see Sam plants a quick kiss on Santana, and I know neither of them started the game so I've clearly missed some turns.

I zone back in as Santana spins the bottle. I watch as it lands on Artie.

Santana immediately looks at me. She's concerned. She's looking for approval, making sure it's okay that she kisses him.

I smile and nod, to tell her it's fine. I know this should bother me, but it doesn't. It's just a game, really.

What does irk me a little, though, is that Artie doesn't look at me once. He's been staring at Santana the whole time, waiting for her soft lips to touch his. I know he doesn't like her, that's not why I'm upset. It just seems like this girl I'm just getting to know cares more about me then my boyfriend of four months does.

When their lips meet, Santana keeps her mouth tight and it's clear she's trying to make this short. And she does. She looks back to me right after she pulls away making sure she didn't upset me. I smile again, letting her know I'm fine.

"I'm sorry about Artie," Santana says as we climb under the red covers of her bed. Neither of us were into getting that drunk-me because of my Dad and her because of the last party- and the party was dying down so we just decided to go home and get some rest for tomorrow's project.

"It's fine, it's just a game," I tell her. "Thanks for considering me, though," I say. I don't think she understands what I'm saying, but she nods and smiles.

"How was Artie tonight, though?" she asks quietly.

I think about the question for a minute. "Okay, I guess. I thought I liked his kisses, but I think I was just turned on from his touches so I got a little into it. I don't know, but I did like being held by him. I feel safer, I guess. It's really soothing for me."

"I've been there, I get so turned on when guys touch my upper legs sometimes that I'd kiss that guy who plays Mr. Bean."

I can't help but laugh just at the image of Mr. Bean alone. But then I say "same" because I probably would too if he was touching me right.

"So did you get with Puck again?" I ask.

"Yeah, a little. Just for about two minutes. It was alright, nothing special. But he's hot."

"True."

I turn over on my side to get comfy and I'm facing her wall. We're quiet for some time so I'm mentally preparing myself for sleep.

"Hey Brit?" she says softly, seeing if I'm awake.

"Yeah?" I roll over to face her as I answer.

"You know what you said about Artie?" I wait for her to tell me what I said, because I've said a lot today. "How you really just like cuddling. And having someone there that cares about you. You said it earlier today and just a few minutes ago," she tells me.

"Yeah," I say, waiting for he to tell me where she's going with this.

"Well, you don't need Artie for that. Or any guy, really," she says. "You can get that from friends. It's still the comfort you want."

I'm not one hundred percent sure what she's trying to say.

"If you like being held, I mean, anyone of your friends would be glad to do that. If that's what you're worried about, with losing Artie, you don't have to worry about that part. That's all I mean," she tells me. I can tell she's worried about saying something wrong.

I smile at her. She's trying to help me and I love it. I sit there, thinking about what she said. We're just staring at each other, our heads on our pillows. It's comfortable, not the pillow, but the silence and stares.

Then, just like word vomit, I ask.

"San?" She stares, waiting for me to ask my question. "Can you hold me?" Part of me can't believe I asked that, but at the same time, I know that it's just like me to ask something like that.

The corners of her mouth slowly turn up. "Mhm," she answers. She lays on her back and lifts her arm up leaving room for my head. I scooch closer to her and put my head on her chest and rest my hand on her stomach. She lays her arm back down and rests it on my arm.

"Thanks," I say, after a minute of laying with her.

"Of course," she tells me, as she rubs her hand down my arm.

She's right. This is just like with Artie. Actually, it's a lot better. It feels more natural. I can feel the comfort I needed to feel and I'm suddenly so glad she's here. Not just here in this moment for me to cuddle with, but here, in Lima. All I know is, I've never fallen asleep in Artie's arms before, and within 5 minutes of being in Santana's arms, I'm fast asleep.

Okay, so next chapter is the one I'm really excited to write. I was planning on putting it in this chapter, but now I don't want to rush writing it and have it be too short. So I'll try to write it and have it out tomorrow!

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