CHAPTER 10
"Santana, are you okay?" I mumbled worriedly as I kneeled next to the brunette. She stayed quiet and that worried me even more. I quickly snuck my arm around her to get her to sit up instead of being laid out on the dirty dance floor, but all she did was slump against my bare side and mumble something incoherently. Suddenly, I didn't feel the comforting warmth of the alcohol as I held Santana up even though the mumbling was a good sign. Seeing her pass out like that and hit the ground as hard as she did, I sobered up real quick!
"Oh God, what happened?" Sugar gasped and quickly kneeled next to us then looked back at me with her eyes drifting to my torso, "Uhm, where's your shirt?" I just shrugged my shoulders because I wasn't really sure what happened or where my shirt went. One minute we were just dancing and then the next minute my favorite song was playing and my shirt disappeared; it happens a lot actually. Sugar looked just as worried as she poked at Santana's cheek only to have Santana furrow her brows and curl in closer to me. "Oh, she's fine." Sugar sighed and withdrew her hand just as the sound of mic feedback cut through the club music causing everyone to groan and grab their ears.
"Give it back, it's my turn! I'm not finished!" Tina screeched as she and some brunette played tug of war with the mic.
"Where's the music? I need music!" Kitty yelled next as she hopped up on the bar while Mike tried to get her down.
Between Tina and Kitty, Sugar and I didn't know where to look. Sugar just let out a tired sigh and stood up, "We gotta go."
"I'll call Sam and get this one to a booth." I replied and hooked my arm under Santana's knees so I could lift her up. Sugar just nodded before she swiftly took off to get her two friends under control while I repositioned Santana in my arms so that I could walk. It was surprising how comfortable her weight was against me and even more surprising how easily she wrapped her arms around my neck and nuzzled in closer. It was cute and I even thought about just holding her until Sam came, but there would be no way my arms could handle that.
As I slowly set Santana down in an empty booth and slid in next to her, I wiggled my phone out of my back pocket so I could give Sam a call. He was quick to answer and even quicker to tease me about my slurred words, which I didn't think were so bad, before saying that he would be here to get us in a few minutes. I glanced away from the scene of Sugar trying to break up the grudge match between Tina and the other brunette to check that Santana was okay when I noticed her begin to blink her eyes lazily and slowly lean away from the wall she was slumped against.
"Hey, you alright?" I asked as I subconsciously shifted closer just in case she wasn't and maybe needed a hug or something that would make her feel a little better. Santana just nodded before swallowing then squeezed her eyes shut at another sound of mic feedback. Even with the loud music playing once again and the chatter of the crowd around us, I heard Santana whimper at the unwanted noise. I frowned at her disgruntled little face and wrapped my arm around her shoulders so that she'd lean her head against me, her right ear pressed to my chest while I cupped my free hand over her left ear so that she was at least a tiny bit protected against the racket. She shifted her body so that she was turned towards me, her knees resting against my thigh as she curled her arm around my waist and further burrowing her head into my arms. I swallowed hard at the feel of her fingertips running warmly against my skin, muscles twitching a little at the tickle.
"Why are you shirtless?" She asked sounding more sleepy than drunk. I could feel her thumb nudging at my rib while the rest of her fingers fanned out over my skin like she was trying to read brail.
"I got hot." I mumbled truthfully though I could feel goosebumps form on my arms at the sound of her voice, "Or I was.."
She didn't say anything for awhile, just continued to rest there with her head on my chest and my hands shielding her ear. It wasn't until Sugar finally got Kitty down from the bar that Santana spoke again. "You're always hot," She muttered and even in her current state, I could still sense a little sassiness in her tone. I chuckled at her words, the tips of my ears heating up and soon my whole body. We stayed hidden away in a booth while Sugar wrangled her friends until Sam appeared and carried the very drunk Kitty out over his shoulder. Sugar followed close behind with her arms wrapped around Tina's waist and gestured for me to follow too as they passed our booth.
"You lose your shirt again, Britt?" Sam chuckled as we followed him to the curb where the van was parked.
I looked down to check that my shirt was still missing and when I saw that it was, I just shrugged, "It'll come back when it's ready to come back."
Sam shook his head though a gentle smile graced his lips as he helped Kitty and Tina in the back, "It's okay, I have an extra shirt up front. Sug, can you get it for her? It's on the dash."
Sugar nodded quietly and quickly opened the passenger side door to reach up for it. I wanted to tell them that I didn't need it, not when I've got Santana pressed so warmly against me, but the chill of the October air wasn't helping me sell that with the way it covered my skin in goosebumps.
The car ride was much quieter than the club with Kitty passed out in the first row of seats and Tina squished in the row with her, quietly sobbing about hear spotlight being taken away, while Santana and I shared the second row. Upon helping her into the van, she wasn't completely gone now but more so sleeping walking, I buckled her in and let her head rest on my shoulder once again. I kept my arm around her to keep her from moving about at ever bump Sam rolled over while she kept her hand splayed over my stomach, her fingers tiredly picking at the hem of my borrowed shirt.
"This is a hot mess." Sugar sighed as she shook her head and propped down the sun visor to look at herself in the mirror, "I'm not even on their level; it sucks."
Sam just chuckled again and reached over to tangle their fingers, "It looks like they all had a good time though; that's what you wanted, right? To get everyone to bond and stuff?"
"Yeah," Sugar replied and sent him a smile before looking directly back at me through the mirror and smirked, "They bonded alright."
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Waking up the morning after, I knew right away that I wasn't in my own room. Sunlight streamed in through tall windows, even with the curtains drawn, casting hot boxes of light right across my face; definitely not my room. I wasn't all that worried that I didn't remember where I was or how I got here considering I was with Brittany the majority of the time so there wasn't really any room to go home with some random. Then again I don't remember much after Brittany decided to show off her hot pink, polka-dotted bra. I could feel my face flush at the thought; I can't believe I actually passed out at the sight, how embarrassing. I kept my eyes shut as I tried to get away from the unwanted warmth of the windows only to be met with the worst headache in the history of hangover caused headaches.
And when the sound of far away voices followed by the distinct echo of a front door shutting made its way back to my ears, it only made me more aware of how much my head really fucking hurts right now.
"Fuck," I groaned pathetically as I wiggled my arms free of the sheet that someone must've laid over me last night and reached for the back of my head. I rubbed at the base of my skull to try to get rid of some of the pressure built there, but no matter what I did nothing seemed to ease the pain.
With a discouraged sigh, I let go and dug my arms back under the sheet, tangling myself in its warmth only to have it get twisted and end up around my leg instead. Being stubborn and incredibly hungover, I continued to keep my eyes closed as I tried rolling around to get untangled but with one good tug I found myself tumbling off the edge and onto something soft yet hard at the same time.
"Ompf!" The something, or rather, someone went then let out a tiny whimper. I reluctantly opened my eyes at the sound just as a blonde head of hair wiggled out from beneath their own blanket. Blue eyes slowly blinked into realization then stared up at me as pink lips quirked in a lazy grin, "Good morning."
"Uh, hi." I stammered out of embarrassment, my limbs still trapped in the blanket as I struggled to get off of her.
"Hey," Brittany smirked, her stare heating my cheeks.
"S-sorry, I just-" I babbled as I tried to wiggle free, "I fell.."
"Yeah, you do that a lot. Here let me help," She giggled with her voice still raspy with sleep as she pulled on my sheet so that I could get my arms out. As soon as they were, I was quick to get off of her because although our bodies fit perfectly together, I don't want to crush the girl under my weight.
"Thanks," I mumbled as I lifted myself off her only for her to reach up and place her hand over the edge of the coffee table I didn't realize we were wedged between.
"Oh, watch your head," She warned as she followed me to sit up too. Once I was safely back on the couch, sheets draped over my head and around my shoulder, I took a look at my surroundings and realized we were at Sugar's apartment. Brittany turned to rest her back against the coffee table then pulled her knees to her chest, mirroring my position, as she stared up at me.
"Why'd you sleep on the floor?" I asked as I clutched the sheets closer to my body. I forgot Sugar likes to keep it the same temperature as her freezer and from the feel of it, she let me borrow some of her skimpy pajamas.
"Tina and Kitty were sharing the other one." She shrugged innocently, "Plus I wanted to be close to you just in case you needed someone to hold your hair if you had to throw up in the middle of the night."
"I probably would've just thrown up on you," I chuckled though the movement of my bouncing shoulders caused my head to throb, "Sleeping under someone who might throw up isn't really the best of ideas."
"Yeah," Brittany giggled cutely, "I didn't think that one all the way through."
I just smiled, watching the way tired blue eyes glossed over as she stared back. We didn't say anything for awhile, just looked at each other smiling like goofs over absolutely nothing, until she began to laugh softly.
"What?" I asked as my smile grew.
Brittany just shook her head as she quieted down, "You said you weren't a lightweight."
"I'm not," I protested then quickly racked my brain for a comeback or a way to deflect, "I-I had a small dinner.."
"Uh-huh.." She smirked, "That's what they all say."
"No, really! I did." I urged her to believe me but I wasn't really getting through to her. In fact, I was only making her laugh even more. I huffed and crossed my arms as I sunk back against the couch, "Fine, whatever, don't believe me."
"Awh, don't be like that San.." She teased, the nickname falling from her lips so easily it was as if she'd be calling me that all this time. I kept my facial expression blank as her hands made their way to my legs, her fingers running up and down my calves. Though it felt so good to have her hands on me, even though the sheet was in the way, I couldn't give her the satisfaction of giving in. "I believe you, can you look at me now?" She asked and I could practically hear the pout in her voice, "Please?"
I was surprised that I didn't give up completely at the word or the way she made it tremble from her lips, but she did have me finally looking back at her. But with the way her eyes dropped to my lips while she licked hers, I could tell the argument was long forgotten.
The air turned thick as her heated gaze moved from my lips to my eyes, the tension causing my heart to throb almost as hard as the back of my head except one didn't hurt so badly. Brittany slowly rose to her knees, our stare never breaking as she moved until I subconsciously ran my tongue along my bottom lip. I swallowed dryly as her eyes focused in on my mouth again then I found myself being drawn closer, not by her hands on my calves, though she was coaxing my legs down so that my knees weren't blocking her, but by this unknown force. Anticipation vibrated through my body as our lips grew closer and closer. I was a mere inch away from closing the distance and finally pressing into lovely, soft pink lips when the sound of Sugar's cheery voice ruined the moment.
"Oh good, you guys are awake!" She clapped, the sound instantly causing me to cringe.
"God, keep it down." I grumbled while Brittany sank back to the floor, her cheeks tinted a visible pink as she averted her eyes to her blanket guiltily.
Sugar just rolled her eyes and scoffed in a much quieter tone, "My house, my volume. Breakfast's ready."
After Sugar walked out of the living room and turned down the hall towards the kitchen, I snuck a peek down at Brittany who was still picking at a loose thread. I smiled at her suddenly shy demeanor and nudged her thigh with my foot. She looked up innocently with sparkling blue eyes and fading pink cheeks and it had me smiling even bigger.
"Don't look so guilty," I teased and shrugged off the sheet around my shoulders, "Come on, help me to the kitchen."
"Oh, are you hurt?" Brittany asked worriedly as she stood up, blanket pooling around her ankles, then held out her hand for me to take.
"No, just really hungover." I chuckled through a pained smile.
"Because you're a lightweight?" Upon hearing her voice still sounding so serious, I looked over only to find that she was smirking her cute ass off.
"Ugh, I'm not a lightweight." I groaned but she laughed anyway.
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"You know you had a good time when you don't even care what you look like the morning after," Sugar teased as Brittany and I made our way into the kitchen. Sam was standing in front of the stove and looked over his shoulder at his fiancée's, still so weird, lame ass joke, "You look horrible, Tana."
"Gee, thanks." I answered, voice laced with sarcasm, as Brittany and I took a seat at the counter across from Sugar.
"I think she looks awesome," Brittany stated casually as she poured out two glasses of orange juice and slid one of them to me before glancing back, "Bed head totally works for her."
I felt my cheeks beginning to flush at the compliment though I have been meaning to check that I don't look a complete hot mess but if Brittany says I still look awesome then it must be true.
"Of course you'd say that," Sugar teased with this mischievous glint in her eye causing Brittany to shrink back a little like she had earlier and me to look between them confused.
"So where are the others?" I asked in order to break up their weird tension.
"They just left," Sugar answered, "Tina got called into work or something and Kitty forgot she had an appointment at the nail salon at noon."
"Finally getting a declawing?" I smirked, pleased with myself for my snarkiness but Sugar just rolled her eyes.
"What, are you interested in her?" She asked smoothly as she brought her mug of coffee to her lips then peered over the rim, "Oh wait, wrong blonde." There wasn't much time for an awesome comeback to that because Sam was spinning around with two plates piled with pancakes, eggs, bacon, and hash browns.
"Hope you guys are hungry," Sam said as he set the plates down and sat next to Sugar.
"Damn, I don't know if there's enough for all of us." I teased after seeing the spread, but by the way Sugar narrowed her eyes on me while Sam's widened it only sounded like a joke to me.
"Uh, I kind of got carried away.." Sam mumbled as he picked at his pancakes, "You know how they say you shouldn't grocery shop when you're hungry? I probably shouldn't cook when I'm hungry.."
"She was just teasing, Sam.." Brittany chuckled with the shake of her head then glanced over at me and winked before dowsing her whole plate in syrup as if she wasn't sweet enough already.
"Oh, yeah I knew that." Sam nodded though he definitely didn't know that. He still tried to play it off and Brittany just shook her head and smiled at his goofiness. Still, I stared in awe, amazed that over my own cousin, someone who has known me since ever, Brittany knew that I was just joking. I didn't realize I was still staring until Sugar's fork clattered against her plate and had me jolting from my daze and groaning at the sound.
From then on breakfast went fine, maybe even great which says something because I'm definitely not a morning person. Well, I wasn't until Brittany. With Brittany around, mornings aren't really all that excruciating. The four of us sat talking about what happened last night and all the craziness I missed with Tina and Kitty because I had "fainted" to which I argued that I was just resting my eyes and I was perfectly fine the entire time. Brittany found that hilarious and I didn't cringe not once at the volume of her laughter as she threw her head back and her shoulders bounced. Sugar grumbled about how she had to become a babysitter by the end of the night because everyone except Brittany had lost their shit, but she was glad that everyone seemed to have fun.
She also teased me about haven't seen me that drunk in such a long time, but I tried to brush it off like it was no biggie. Sam teasingly complained that he wished he could've gone out with us, but Sugar, and I guess Brittany too, knew that whatever football game was on last night was one he wasn't going to miss. From that, the conversation turned into one about sports and thought Sug and I attempted to keep up between Sam and Brittany, neither of us knew what the hell they were talking about.
"He loves football." Sugar said softly to me as she nodded to Sam.
"So does Brittany I guess," I replied, surprisingly finding the way Brittany talked so animatedly with her brother completely cute. It wasn't until we were verging on invisible as Sam and Brittany went at it about free throws or field goals or whatever they said that I finally spoke up, "Okay, we get it. You guys are related."
Brittany and Sam just smiled bashfully, "Sorry."
"She likes to think that the Dolphins could crush the Titans," Sam waved off, "Like they're even on the same level."
Brittany just rolled her eyes and smirked, "They're definitely not. Dolphins are on a much higher level than your smelly Titans."
"Guys.." Sugar warned but it seemed like they were about to go at it once again.
"They haven't won a game in like forever!"
"You haven't won a game in forever!"
"Wait, what? Britt..come on, just come back to the winning side and-"
"I can't be persuaded." She said sternly and turned up her nose at him as she crossed her arms.
I laughed at the two bickering and dared to question, "Did you use to like the Titans or something?"
Brittany peeked down at me then slowly uncrossed her arms as she tilted her body towards me, "Sort of.."
"The whole family likes the Tennessee Titans, always have, then this one-" Sam chuckles as he points to Brittany who in turn stuck her tongue out at him, "She goes and roots for some other team."
I laughed again at the proud smile Brittany wore as Sam continued, "And it wasn't even a good team like the Steelers or something tolerable; she goes and picks the Dolphins.."
"How come?" I asked, genuinely curious. Brittany just shrugged like it was nothing.
"I liked the colors and dolphins are cool."
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After breakfast, I attempted to help clean up much to Sugar's surprise. She knows I don't ever offer to help her clean, but things are different when Brittany's there. I don't want to give the impression that I'm that rude, so I help Sam gather the dirty dishes and laugh along with Sugar as Brittany recalls childhood stories of her and Sam. It's oddly comforting being around them compared to the last time we were all together; things are easier, especially between Brittany and I. Also, Sam's an okay guy and I actually feel a little better about him and Sugar tying the knot now that I've got to know him a bit more.
It isn't until Sugar's handing me a pair of jeans and a shirt that I must've left behind awhile back that I begin to feel a little sad about having to go home. I don't want to seem clingy or something, but I haven't had such a good night out in so long and even the morning after isn't filled with sneaking out of some random girl's bed that I kind of don't want it all to end. I wouldn't dare telling them any of that though as I change clothes in Sugar's bathroom, finally able to get a glimpse of how I look.
I almost scream at the sight because holy shit, I didn't know my hair could even frizz out like that and oh my God these are the worst raccoon eyes ever, and is that a fucking hickey I see?
I instantly go to wash my face because there's no way in hell that I'm going into the outside world looking like a dumpster child, but as I'm scrubbing all the makeup off my face I think back to what Brittany said earlier about looking awesome. She's either a little, or a lot, blind or she's truly a sweetheart.
My money's on the latter.
"You better not be using my expensive face wash!" Sugar banged against the door after I've hidden the bottle back in her medicine cabinet and I move to dry my face on the towel she gave me.
"I'm not!" I called back though my voice was muffled against the towel.
"Well hurry up, Brittany's driving you home."
I perk up instantly at the blonde's name and quickly open the door only to be greeted by Sugar's smug face as her brow quirks.
"What?" I asked, feeling exposed under her stare.
"Nothing." She replied but by the little hair flip and bounce to her step, it definitely wasn't just nothing.
It's whatever. I follow her out of her bedroom and down the hall to where Sam and Brittany are talking and instantly stop as we enter.
"Hi, are you ready to go?" Brittany asked as she quickly stands up leaving Sam to shake his head and frown, "I can't wait to take a nice, hot bath."
"Oh yeah, me too!" I replied as I walk over to the couch I had slept on last night and picked my phone up from the end table. I didn't see Sam and Sugar's raised brows and smirks until I turned back around. My face flushed instantly as the tips of Brittany's ears pinked, "Separately. We'll take baths separately. In different houses. Not together." Brittany's lips pressed to form a thin line like she wasn't trying to laugh as I failed to keep my cool, "Not that I wouldn't bathe with Brittany if I had to, I'm sure she's an awesome bath time partner. It's just that, well I-"
"So we're just gonna go now.." Brittany cut in as she began to walk backwards toward the front door then looked to me and gestured for me to follow.
"Okay, bye!" I called over my shoulders as I quickly followed behind Brittany.
"Have fun not taking a bath together!" Sam joked causing a new flood of heat to wash over me and Brittany's faces.
Once we were alone in the elevator, Brittany cracked up laughing. I rolled my eyes as she hunched over giggling uncontrollably at everything that just happened.
"Yeah, go ahead. Laugh it all out." I sighed with a wave of my hand as I moved to watch the red numbers indicating which floor we were on decrease.
"I just thought it was cute, that's all." Brittany grinned as she quieted down, standing up straight once again as she leaned back against the far wall of the elevator and smiled all dopy and adorable back, "You're just cute is all."
I bit down on my bottom lip to keep my smile from growing any bigger than it already did at the mere sight of Brittany's smile.
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After the shortest car ride ever, it wasn't really that short but it definitely felt like it, Brittany parked just in front of my apartment complex. She drummed at the steering wheel to the beat of the song before slowly dropping her hands to her lap then smiled over at me.
"So last night was really fun," She started off with a chuckle, "Minus the whole you passing out thing. That was kind of scary."
"Yeah," I sighed with an embarrassed shake of my head, "I had a good time too." As our comfortable silence grew, cleared my throat awkwardly and reached for the door handle, "Well, I'm sure you really want to head home now so I'm just gonna-"
"Wait!" Brittany squeaked causing my hand to freeze and my body to turn towards her, "I just wanted to tell you that I like spending time with you."
"I like spending time with you also, Britt." I replied easily because it was true.
She beamed at that as her eyes darted from mine to her fingers picking at the fraying of the steering wheel cover, "And I don't really know what's going on between us, friends don't make out in bathrooms at clubs or at all actually, but it's okay because I like kissing you and I like when you kiss me. I guess I just wanted to say that even though I don't know what this is, what we are I like that too."
Before I could stop myself, I was leaning over the middle console and cupping my hand under her chin to pull her into a kiss. It was meant to be tender and sweet, but as soon as I felt long fingers run up the back of my arm and coaxing me to keep close, I was a goner. I sucked on her bottom lip causing her to whimper deliciously against my mouth then moved the palm of my hand under her chin up along her jaw as my other hand joined in to hold her cheeks. My thumbs caressed pink cheeks as I deepened the kiss before nipping once, twice, and pulled away wonderfully breathless.
"Woah." She breathed out, her eyes a beautiful glassy dark blue and lips swollen and glistening.
"Since Sugar interrupted the one from earlier," I winked as I licked my lips, enjoying the taste of her strawberry chapstick, before pushing open the door and hopped out, "I'll see you tomorrow."
And for once, maybe the first time ever without the help of alcohol, I was the one that left Brittany speechless as I walked away.
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Going back to work on Monday wasn't too bad since I was till buzzing off the great weekend I had. For the first time, I didn't end up coming to work anyway because I got bored and I didn't waste my day away watching Netflix in bed and I didn't busy myself with household chores and laundry. Instead I daydreamed about how great of a dancer Brittany is and wondered when the next time I'd get a chance to kiss her again and if the Dolphins were playing today and if Brittany was watching. Sure, maybe later on in the day I ended up doing a few chores around the house and some laundry but it wasn't because I didn't have anything better to do. Really, I ran out of clean chef whites and dishes were literally overflowing from the sink.
But as I strolled into the bakery on Monday, I couldn't help but smile. I cranked the volume as I set up my Pandora app and tuned into The Supremes station not even caring what Quinn might tease me about when she walks in hearing that because I feel good as hell.
"Someone's jamming out," Brittany teased as she entered the shop with a single flower in her hand.
"Sorry miss, we're not open yet."I joked trying to fight the blush from my cheeks and quickly turned down the volume. She laughed as she walked directly to the vase dedicated to all the flowers she's given me so far and slipped in a new flower.
"You know you're supposed to toss out the crunchy ones, right?" She asked as she poked at the very first flower she had ever given me, the sound of brittle leaves making her nose scrunch.
"I don't want to, they're all so special." I pouted playfully as I came around the counter and laughed at the teasing glare she gave me.
"You sound like a hoarder."
"I am. Haven't you seen my episode?" I joked to which she nodded.
"I thought you looked familiar."
I just shook my head and giggled at how easily she played along, "Don't you have a flower shop to be tending to?"
"I do." She smirked as her hand settled warmly on my waist, "But I wanted to come over and ask you if you wanted to go to Riker Fest with me this Friday."
"Oh?" I mumbled trying to sound unfazed by her touch, "What is that exactly?"
"It's this festival thing that Riker farms puts on every October. There's Halloween themed attractions and games and there's a carnival too!"
Upon me replying, Quinn walked into the shop and said her usual greetings, her eyes lingering on Brittany's hand on my waist, before putting away her coat and purse in exchange for an apron and pastry bag.
"Anyways, it's cool and the haunted hay ride and corn field maze is really good. It's not like corny, no pun intended, scary stuff either. They're good!" Brittany added as the hairs at the back of my neck rose at the thought of anything haunted or scary.
"Haunted hay ride, huh?" I asked trying not to sound like that doesn't sound fun at all.
"Yeah! It's so fun, they chase after you and- well, I don't want to spoil it for you." Brittany said excitedly with her blue eyes sparkling, "So do you want to go with me?"
Everything in me was screaming hell no you are not going to find me willingly being chased by creeps in masks carrying a chainsaw, but the way Brittany's eyes filled with hope and how adorable she looked all nervous and excited at once, I just couldn't do that.
"Of course, Britt."
"Sweet!" She beamed and pressed a quick kiss to my cheek without even giving Quinn a second glance before saying her goodbyes and jetting out the door.
I just stood there in awe, wondering what the hell I just got myself into.
"I'm not sure if I heard that correctly," Quinn began with a particular sassiness in her voice, "But did I just hear you agree to go to a festival that's filed with scary things."
"Yes, yes you did."
"And you hate scary things?"
"Yes, yes I do."
"Huh," Quinn smirked as I turned around and met her deviously smug face, "So whipped already.."
I rolled my eyes as my cheeks flushed, "Oh shut up and frost your cake."
A/N Next chapter is going to be written purely because I love Fall and Halloween so if you have anything you'd like to see pertaining to Brittana and "scary things" let me know. Thanks!