A/N: Hey! thanks again to those who went out of their way to leave a review! It really does help. So this chapter had me stumped for the longest time. I had so many different scenarios running throughout my mind, and finally I just went for it! I hope it works and it fits not only with Glee, but fits along with my storyline. I did include a few conversations between Brittany and Santana, and it was surpisingly difficult to make sure the dialouge fit their characters, since they don't really have a lot of visible onscreen conversations (especially in season 1). Enjoy :)
Chapter 10 : Easy
I couldn't stop staring. My gaze had turned into a drowning wonder. My knuckles were leaving permanent indents in my cheeks as I rested my head on balled up fists, and my elbows were starting to become numb from solely supporting the weight of my groggy and heavy head. I knew my mouth was halfway open and my eyes had glazed over.
Brittany didn't seem to take notice or care about my zombified gawking. She knew I was zoning out, focusing on thoughts, and it was natural for my eyes to follow her. Around Brittany I didn't bother with pleasantries or being socially competent. When it was just us two, it was okay for me to say, do, think, or feel whatever the hell I wanted. And Brittany thought the same exact thing.
That would explain the large puddle of ketchup that flooded her plate and the drowning, half-eaten, dinosaur-chicken-nuggets that laid scattered about on that same plate. At school she knew better than to play with her food, let alone be seen eating something unhealthy. Sue required that we only drink her "weight-loss" drink. It promoted the fact that being a Cheerio required sacrifice and a perfect body. But what Sue doesn't know won't hurt her. Who's to tell her that it's a fast metabolism that keeps Britt and I thin and in shape. Not her nasty, spicy, thick drink.
And a fast metabolism is something we surely did have. Not only did we double-time the pasta at Breadstix, but we just microwaved at least half of the frozen nuggets and poured ourselves a cup of chocolate milk. We had three gifts in life. Being super hot. Being popular. And not gaining weight.
I mindlessly picked up a chicken nugget from my plate and popped it in my mouth. As I chewed Brittany flipped and shoved a piece of her food in her ketchup-lake. If I didn't know better, her plate almost looked like a crime scene. She continued by pinching the piece and quickly darting it towards her mouth. This time only a few drops of ketchup dripped onto the table.
On the second chew she stopped. Her mouth hung open and she jutted her jaw out. "Owe." A pained expression twisted her face and her eyes watered.
This reeled me back from my zoning and I waited for her to explain.
She stuck her fingers into her mouth and pulled out a small piece of the masticated chicken. My mouth shut and recoiled in disgust.
Brittany examined the piece of food in her fingers and then dropped it to her plate. On contact a soft ting rang.
"I think they forgot to take this dinosaur's tooth out." Brittany pointed to the white piece on her plate.
"Oh my God…" I slowly placed the chicken nugget I was holding back down on my plate. "Ewe."
"It's not a tooth." I paused. "I hope not…" I stifled a gag.
The last time I found something hard in my fast food burger, I couldn't eat them for at least a year. And now…dinosaur chicken nuggets were ruined for me.
"Do you think Quinn's gonna keep her baby?" Brittany asked completely aloof to my disgust at our food. She just continued to chomp away at her other chicken nuggets.
"That'd be convenient." I said. If Quinn kept her baby it meant she'd have less time for Cheerios, meaning head cheerleader was mine. "Although I imagine her baby would turn out like a Telletubby."
"Gross San. Those things creep me out. They're like life-size hairless Furbies." Brittany finally abandoned her food and pushed her plate away. "I had a dream that I had to shave one once." She folded her arms across her chest. "Maybe Quinn will have to shave her baby."
"Good thing I'm not eating anymore, because that would have ruined my appetite." I picked up my plate, leaned across the table, and stacked it on top of Brittany's. The sooner I covered up her chicken nugget massacre the better.
"You never said who you thought the hottest people in the school were at dinner. You're turn." She got out of her chair, grabbed the plates, and headed toward the sink.
I suddenly became all too aware of the beige glowing light above us. The glass casing was green around the rim and flowers wrapped around the globe like a tiny garden. In the center of the wooden table was a flower vase holding three and a half yellow tulips. Brittany wore the top half of the fourth tulip in her hair to school a couple days ago. I was even able to convince her to let me slip one of the pedals into Mercedes stew during lunch. But Sue called us to her office quickly after, and I was never able to find out if she ate it.
The faucet squeaked and the water turned on. I listened as Brittany rinsed off the gored chicken nugget plates. As the water danced and splashed off of the plastic plates I started to return to my previous fog. It's not that I had forgotten Brittany's question. The exact opposite.
"San hello?" Brittany called with her back to me.
I blinked twice. "Oh. I was thinking. Uhm, well like you said Puck is hot. But now I'm picturing him shaving a Telletubby and it's kinda disturbing." I paused to think. Puck was really the only hot guy that rolled off my tongue. All the other guys were too…boyish.
You.
The thought invaded my mind without warning. I caught my eyes undressing Brittany. She was still wearing her Cheerios outfit and I could sporadically catch a glimpse of her spankies. The red spandex clung to her butt. How in the hell did she fit her hands inside mine?
The question that I began to ponder caused me to cross my legs. I had to keep my urges under control. It doesn't take much to get me going. But since when did Brittany do this to me? I've grown to accept the fact that Puckerman's lame texts turn me on, the sight of the janitor's closet turns me on, and washing machines (there's a good reason for that). But Brittany?
Should I be surprised? She is my best friend. I spend more time with her than anyone else. Aside from me, she's the hottest girl in the school, and she's as sexually promiscuous as I am.
She glanced back at me and my eyes fleeted away from her exposed spankies and to her bright, awaiting, eyes. I continued before she could question my wondering glances. "Mark." I blurted the first male name that crossed my mind. Besides it wasn't completely untrue. He was a little hot.
"Yeah he is hot. Mostly because he's rich." She smiled.
"I've taught you well." I returned the smile.
She shut the water off and turned to completely face me. "Let's watch a movie now. And we can cuddle on the couch since nobody is here. The T.V. is way bigger."
My heart skipped a beat, but I forced it to calm. We always cuddled before. Who says we can't just cuddle? I've fallen asleep on top of her a million times. And I can't even count the times I've woken up to find her drooling on my shoulder.
I stood up and followed her upstairs. We quietly changed, brushed our teeth, grabbed our schoolwork, she grabbed the first movie on her pile of unwatched and unopened stack, and we marched back downstairs hugging blankets and pillows. It probably would have been a good idea to make a second trip, because I couldn't see the steps, but I was too tired and too lazy. And if I fell I would just fall on a pillow…
While I took the movie from Brittany and headed toward the DVD player she took the opportunity to sprawl across the two-cushioned couch. The beige one with burgundy swirls. It was the only couch out here that could properly fit us. The others were too either too small, or too big.
After the movie was set I turned back and headed toward the couch. As I approached Brittany pulled her feet towards her and tucked herself into her cushion on the left side. I snuggled into my side of the couch, tucked my legs underneath my body, and set my notebook on my lap. Algebra.
We sat to ourselves for a good twenty minutes. Just doing homework.
"I don't get it." Brittany exclaimed over the background sound of the movie.
I jumped at the sudden noise, causing my pencil to scrape a faint line throughout problem number twenty-two. After I erased the mark I turned to her. She was sitting with her knees to her chest and her notebook inches away from her face. Her teeth her biting the bottom of her lip and her eyes were tightly squinted. I watched her for a moment, waiting to see if she would further explain her confusion. Instead she just bit down harder on her lip, and pressed her pencil harder against her paper.
"What don't you get?" I looked back to my own homework.
"Why the horse's mouth doesn't move when he talks. And half of this movie is just about a running horse with an Indian. We should have watched Babe. This is both unrealistic and boring." She said this as her face remained concentrated on her homework.
"Hm." I responded. I expected her to question me about her homework. "Did you get the answer to twenty-two?"
She turned her notebook towards me. Added onto each 'plus' sign were little purple tic-tac-toe boards. I should have expected this much. "Wanna challenge me?" Brittany smiled.
I took a double take at my own homework and shrugged. I guess I only had three problems left. "Sure." I set my own notebook on the table beside the couch. "I'm in. We'll just force Jew-Fro to give us his homework tomorrow before class."
She giddied up and scooted towards me until she was sitting in the middle of the couch and her legs were pressed against my own. "Me first." She shook the gel pen in her hand and directed it toward the paper.
I leaned my head on her shoulder. I'd almost forgotten how tired I was. That date with Finn was exhausting. It's hard to pretend to like someone I entirely loathed. Brittany darted her gel pen in-between squares trying to decide which one to pick.
Just as I was about to tell her to pick the center one, she drew a small circle in the top-left box. Quickly she continued by drawing a circle in the middle-left box and then the bottom-left box. "You're turn." She handed me her gel pen and notebook.
Tentatively I took the notebook from her, one eyebrow raised, and my mind shuffling to find the proper response that wouldn't hurt her feelings. "You're only supposed to pick on at a time." I lifted my head from her shoulder and set the notebook on my lap.
"No silly. Then how am I supposed to win?" She laughed.
I laughed with her. But my laugh was tired. I needed to get my beauty rest if I was going to impress Sue at practice tomorrow. So I decided to agree with her. "Okay. You win." I set her notebook on my own.
I returned to burrowing my head into her shoulder and turning my attention to the movie. My eyes closed and I felt myself drifting off.
It couldn't have been much longer when I opened my eyes. The movie was still playing, but now I was covered in a blanket and my arms were wrapped around Brittany's waist.
She tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
I listened to music. And just faintly audible over the original singer was a soft female voice.
That's what must have woken me up.
I pushed myself up from Brittany's shoulder to find her holding a small iPod.
She quickly pulled the blaring ear buds from her ears and set the blue iPod on her lap. "Sorry San." She paused the song and the music stopped.
"It's fine." My voice croaked from still being half-asleep. "What were you singing?" I stretched my legs and shifted my weight to a softer spot on the couch.
She picked up the iPod and held it so I could read the screen. Hallelujah. Leonard Cohen.
"You should ask for solos in Glee?" I suggested. From what I just faintly heard, and from her background vocals I hear every day in rehearsal I knew she was worthy of an occasional solo.
"I don't know about that." She hesitated. After she wrapped the headphones around the small iPod she stuffed it inbetween the couch cushion. "That's where I found it." She answered my questioning look.
I ignored that and continued with my previous suggestion. "No you'd be great. You're an amazing dancer and a pretty good singer."
"Maybe." Her smile was shy.
I knew that I'd never get through by pushing the issue, so I decided to change topics. "Why was the iPod in the couch?" I quickly jumped back to the random topic.
"There's lots of cool stuff in there. Sometimes when my mom tells me to clean I just shove things in here cause I don't remember where they go." Brittany dove her hand back into the cushion and fished out a small handful of random items.
Immediately the green bill caught my attention. "Hell yeah!" I snatched it from her. "Ten bucks. We'll buy coffee's before school tomorrow morning with this." I set the bill on top of our notebooks.
Brittany waited for me to hold my hand out and dumped a half-dozen clear, pointy, small plastic things in it. "What are these?" I rolled the tiny plastic pieces around in my palm.
"Light-Bright pieces." Brittany didn't seem as intrigued as me. "I hate the clear color so instead of throwing them away I put them here. My parents get mad when I throw my Christmas presents away."
"Mmmhmm." I shoved the light bright pieces back into the couch.
As I did so, Brittany raised the red licorice she was now grasping up to her lips. I wanted to reach for it before she put it in her mouth, but I was too late.
"Britt no." I tried to stop her.
Her teeth bit the hard vine and tried to rip a chewable piece off. When she pulled the candy back out of her mouth I grabbed it from her.
"That was too hard." Brittany rubbed her back molars with her pointer finger.
I searched the area for a place to put the rock-licorice and finally settled on shoving it back in the couch. I didn't feel guilty, because it was too hard for ants or any other bug to be attracted to it.
Sitting on our own respective cushions, we turned our focus back to the movie. But by now I was too far lost to understand what was happening. I was also wide awake and couldn't stop thinking about what else was underneath me in the couch.
Eventually my mind wondered off and onto the idea of what I normally would be doing at this hour. Puckerman. I knew if I checked my phone I'd have quite a few text messages from him, demanding that I come to his house. The last time I was there we did it in his shower. It was actually pretty impressive. Uncomfortable…but hot.
I stole a glance toward Brittany. Her head was down and focused on picking at her nails. My foot scooted across the couch and I playfully kicked her hip. Was I actually initiating this? This thing that has caused me so much confusion and stress. But when it came down to this kind of stuff, I have no control over what I want.
Her dazed eyes moved from her hand, locked on mine, and we exchanged a smile. Her eyes jumped briefly from my eyes, down to my lips, and back up to my eyes. She knew exactly why I kicked her. Her smile faltered and changed from lighthearted to seductive. I knew this, because her eyes softened, one corner of her lip rose slightly higher than the other, and she fidgeted slightly.
Her hand grabbed my foot and began massaging over my sock. Her thumbs pressed hard against the bones on the top of my foot and her fingers worked into the arch underneath that same foot.
I rolled on my back, rested my head on the arm of the couch and positioned my both of my legs across Brittany's lap. Instead of continuing to massage she turned and shuffled on the couch. I let out a distinct and disapproving groan.
She quickened her shuffling and stopped when her back was pressed against the opposite arm rest. Her hands grabbed behind my knees and she pulled me toward her.
I giggled as I my head was dragged off the arm rest and plopped against the cushion. She didn't stop pulling me until my butt was in between her thighs. When she let go of the back of my knees I lifted my legs on either side of her and rested my calves on the arm rest she was leaning against. I loved having her in between my legs.
The compromising position twisted knots inside my stomach. What really caused me to squirm was the thought of how we could progress from here.
She answered my question by leaing forward and pressing her palm against my side, using her fingers to massage my lower back. I shifted and rested my arms on the legs she had situiated on either side of me. Each time she pulled and kneaded her fingers from the center of my lower back out to my sides I tried to scoot closer.
Her hands tucked under my tank-top and slowly ran up my back. The higher she went, the further she had to stretch. And as she stretched, her stomach pressed against my center. And when she stopped her chest was pressed against my stomach and her hands were at my shoulder blades.
Slowly she teased her hands back down my back until she was sitting up straight. I loved how flexible she was.
I expected her to stop in at my lower back and continue massaging, but she didn't. Her hands clenched the top of my sweats and she began to tug at them. I lifted my butt into the air to help. She tugged down until I was forced to tuck my legs into myself and finish removing them.
I was about to place my legs back on either side of her, but I was too antsy. I wanted to quicken the pace. So I moved, sat up on my knees, and scooted towards her making sure to stay in between her legs. My hands dug into her thighs as I sat on my knees and I pressed my lips into hers.
We started out slow and passionate. I liked having her cornered. Not that I didn't enjoy her dominating me, but this way I was allowed a little more choice. And I've always preferred that. My tongue dipped into her mouth and ran across her tongue.
Every time I kissed her I was always pleasantly surprised. Compared to the boys, she was softer and less suffocating. My tongue could actually dance with hers instead of being shoved back down my own throat. Of course, I wouldn't hate if she decided to do that.
My knees were spreading her legs now. I hadn't been paying attention to how close I was getting to her, because I was focused on her heaving breaths and plumping lips. But our bodies were closer than I thought possible.
She stopped and pulled her lips away from mine. Her thumbs looped around the lace of my underwear.
"Wait." I whispered into her mouth. "Let me try."
I waited until she answered. And when she nodded I smiled, placed a short kiss on her lips, and reached for the bottom of her shirt.
If I was going to do this I needed to do it quick, before I chickened out or thought twice about what I was actually doing...getting my best friend off. That, and in the back of my mind, buried deep, was the fleeting thought that someone might walk in on us. I knew it wasn't likely, but it still horrified me that someone would catch me doing this…to her.
I yanked the shirt over her head and tossed it onto the fallen pile of pillows and blankets we had kicked off of the couch. I wanted to pause and study, glorify, and stare at her. But I wanted to get the rest of her clothes of more.
So I bent towards her, reached around her and unclasped her bra. Brittany was one of the few girls who actually wore her bra to bed. She said it felt strange without it. And when we were getting ready for bed she actually went out of her way to replace her sports bra with a normal one in her drawer.
It was weird trying to unhook it. I never had trouble with my own. I was good at it. But trying to take off someone else's bra was something new for me. So I struggled with it, but eventually the clasps unhooked.
The time it took to unhook it wasn't completely wasted. Brittany had kept herself distracted by running her hands across my thighs, occasionally toying with the band of my underwear. I knew she wanted to take them off, but I already had confessed to wanting to be in control.
I dropped the bra to the ground and pulled away. I'd seen her breasts before, but nothing like this. In the locker room, or in her room, or wherever I may have seen them, I was never sexually interested.
My hand started flat against her stomach. Carefully I slid it up. I was nervous. My hand was shaking. I had no clue what I was doing. I'd never touched another girl's chest. And I may know what I like, and how I liked to be touched, but that doesn't mean Brittany likes the same things.
I held my breath, because I couldn't keep it from hitching. Instead I focused on my hand. I grazed across her abs. They were peferct. Soft and firm at the same time. Finally my hand slid inbetween her chest. The brief contact that I had with the inside of her chest, caused me to drawback my hand. I liked touching her, but it scared me that she wouldn't like it.
But her pouting lip told otherwise. Her eyes lingered on her bare chest for a moment longer and then moved up to me.
I was still frozen. Confused. Unsure.
She must have noticed.
As if to encourage me, she frantically yanked off her pants and underwear. And instead of waiting for me to make a decision she sat up and kissed me.
The kiss made me forget that she was naked, forget that my best friend was on the couch with me, without underwear, and waiting for me to touch her. The longer she kissed me and ran her hands across my body, the further she encouraged me.
"Okay." I said in between a kiss. "I can do it."
I felt her lips smile against mine. Her body pulled back away from me, but I kept my eyes closed. I felt her shift in front of me and lay down so her bare center was pressed firmly against my knees.
I opened my eyes to find her with her eyes tightly shut. She must have known that would help. That if she didn't watch, I would feel more comfortable. I scooted back so I could get a better angle.
My hand started at her inner knee and slowly trailed up. I bit my bottom lip to keep myself grounded. As I tickled up her inner thigh I felt her wriggle with anticipation. When my hand made contact with her folds I felt how wet she was. That's the final encouragement that I needed. My nerves ran away, and my lust returned. This was the first time I was actually touching her (over the underwear didn't count).
I ran my hand up and down her, just like she had done to me when we were in the pool and when we were in the locker room. Her chest heaved with each movement I made, but her eyes remained closed.
A split decision was made in my mind. Before she even knew I was that close to her, I knelt down, careful not to touch her thighs with my face, leaned in, and ran my tongue over and between my vigorously moving fingers. The taste was sweet and not at all what I expected.
Brittany froze at the touch of my tongue, clearly not expecting it. I pulled my fingers away and ran the flat of my tongue up to her clit and began flicking with the tip of my tongue. It was something I'd wanted Puck to do to me, but he never wanted to oblige my request.
Her body went stiff as I forcefully worked my tongue on her. I heard her let out an immersed gasp and felt her begin to spasm. I stopped my tongue and pulled up to look at her. Her jaw clenched in pleasure and her eyes tightened even further shut. I could tell she was forcing herself to be quiet, because she held her breath and tucked her lips into her mouth.
When she finished she let out a staggered breath and followed by taking a few heavy intakes of air.
That was easy.