How is it I'm able to whip this out in about an hour yet it's taken me 3 days to write about 800 words for my very, very important report assessment?
You first knew that you had a high intolerance for loud people when you met your cousin Penelope for the first time. She's three years younger than you and you only met her when you were in your senior year of high school because her parents, your father's brother, were in town from Los Angeles. It's safe to say that you wished they had stayed in LA.
Penelope was loud. Louder-than-Rachel berry, loud. You remember meeting her and you were in a foul mood because of well, life, and all you wanted to do was eat copious amounts of chocolate and sit on your bed and do absolutely nothing. Your parents on the other hand, thought that it'd be a fucking riot if you spent the afternoon 'looking' after your younger cousin whom you had never laid eyes on before. You weren't looking forward to meaningless chitchat whatsoever and apparently, your wish was granted. To a degree.
You didn't have to engage in any taking with the girl at all because she didn't get a breath in for you to say something back in return. You learnt way too much about her that day and how she likes to create drama to be the centre of attention. You wanted to throw her out of your window and slam the leavers in her face so you wouldn't have to hear her yapping voice while she was falling to her doom.
Yeah, you were pretty morbid even back then.
Anyways, Penelope was the loudest, rudest and down right most annoying girl you had ever met.
Until you met Rachel Berry, however. Well met her properly.
The first strike you had against the girl was obviously the Eiffel Tower incident and this afternoon she added about 10 more to the tally. You were pretty close to kicking her off tour on the basis that the sound of her grating voice is equivalent to the feeling of being in an underground kickboxing fight. You decided against it however, just, because you were being completely unreasonable. Well, no doubt unreasonable in the eyes of everyone else but definitely completely practical in your own mind.
You're currently sitting on the edge of your bed, virtually falling off, while a movie plays on Rachel's laptop. The power is still out and you're secretly hoping that the laptop runs out of battery as soon as possible so you can kick Rachel out. Just Rachel though, you like Quinn and you really like Brittany.
You don't really know what you're watching but so far it's had the cast break out into song and that was a big no-no for you. You stopped watching after the first musical number and have since been thinking of ways of plotting Rachel's removal from the tour.
While the pretty thought out schemes float around your head, Brittany has snuggled in closer and inconspicuously tried to hold your hand.
The touch of her skin on yours immediately put all of those nasty thoughts to the back of your mind. For now at least. They're probably going to come back with a vengeance the next time Berry opens her mouth. You didn't always hate her; you actually quite liked her in the beginning. But as soon as she fucked up Brittany's perfect dream at the Eiffel Tower and started following Finn around like a lost puppy, you've wanted to grab her by her obnoxiously big nose and wack some decency into her.
You wish you could do that without getting 1) charged with some kind of misdemeanour, 2) fired and 3) receiving a disappointed look from Brittany. That third option is all you really care about right now.
You feel Brittany squeeze your hand and you move your eyes away from the movie that you aren't even watching and glance down at the girl next to you. You're sitting up with your back on the headboard whereas Brittany is lying down with her head rested fully on the pillows. Her side is pressed to yours tightly and you can't believe you haven't noticed your closeness before now.
Shit.
You should stop thinking about Rachel and her annoyingness and start thinking about the girl sitting next to you.
You look over at Quinn and Rachel and they're both entranced in the movie. Rachel is lying down on her stomach, head facing towards the laptop screen and her small as fuck feet dangling in the air. Not a great view. Like you, Quinn looks like she's about to fall off of the bed. Her balance isn't helped when Rachel continually hits her side when something minuscule happens in the movie.
You respect Quinn's ability not to sock the girl in the face because if it were Rachel pushing you, she would be half away across the room from the punch you laid into her side.
You avert your attention back to Brittany who is looking up at you with an interesting expression across her face. You think she knows what you're thinking. Actually, you know she knows what you're thinking. You both make eye contact with one another and just stare. You're pretty much having a silent conversation and when you see her lips smirk up slightly, you know she's up to no good.
She loosens the grip on your hand and awkwardly tries to sit up on the bed, trying not to disturb the other two girls. You have to practically jump off of the bed so she has enough room to sit. Her eyes are still trained on yours when you finally find a comfortable position to sit in and her smirk is growing wider and wider.
"Hey San?" She's still looking at you when she says it and you quirk your eyes at her, silently asking her what she's doing. "They have a generator here, right?"
You think for a moment, before nodding your head. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure they do but it'd only power a few things like the main lobby I guess." Her smirk grows wider.
What have you done?
You have no idea what's going on and before you can open your mouth to ask, Rachel turns to the two of you and gives you a threatening glare.
"Sorry to be rude, but could you guys please we quiet? I'm trying to full engage in the film and you're ruining my experience," she says in a sickeningly sweet voice and then turns her attention back to the screen. It makes Brittany laugh and Quinn doesn't even acknowledge it. You actually think she's asleep with her eyes open.
"Excuse me?" You're mouth is probably hanging open and your palm is twitching, itching to the slap the shit out of this girl but you're stopped by Brittany linking her fingers through yours once again.
"So the gift shop would still be open?" You let out a maybe and nod your head. It'll probably be open. "Let's go get some food then! I'm starving!"
You jump at the chance and before Rachel or Quinn can ask for anything, you're grabbing your wallet and pulling Brittany through the door.
She's giggling behind you and you turn around to look her in the eye. She still has that smirk on her face.
"What are you up to, B?" you ask in wonder.
"This."
Before you have time to react to what's going on she's pushing you against the wall and running her tongue over your neck before forcefully attaching herself to your pulse point.
"Shit," you let out. This girl is doing crazy things to you and you can't help but fist her hoodie and pull her flush against you. The feeling of her whole body attached to yours is like nothing you've ever experienced before. That coupled with Brittany's expert tongue working you into a frenzy, is making you forget all about Rachel.
Brittany starts to slow down a bit and place small nips across your neck. Those nips turn into kisses across your jaw and you can feel yourself getting incredibly hotter as she makes her way to your lips. She drags her lips across your own and just as you think she's going to slip her tongue into your mouth, she gently bites your bottom lip, pulling away slightly as she does so.
You let out an embarrassingly loud moan.
You've had enough.
You quickly flip her so her back is against the wall. She lets out an 'oomph' in surprise but quickly wraps her arms around your neck. You want to do so many things to this girl but you don't want to move to fast. You want to take her out on dates before anything too crazy happens between the two of you.
You just don't know when those dates will be.
Brittany obviously see's your hesitance and starts to stroke the back of your neck soothingly. "What's wrong, baby?" You sigh and rest your head on your collarbone.
You let out a short laugh before wrapping your arms around her waist tightly.
"I'm just annoyed," you finally huff out. Brittany runs her hand through your hair and strokes her fingers across your jaw, tilting you face up gently in the process.
"At me? Am I doing something wrong…? I'm so-"
You quickly cut her off with a firm but quick kiss.
"No, not you at all," you say as you put some stray hair behind her ear. "I'm just annoyed at the fact I can't treat you to a proper night out right now. It's frustrating that whatever is happening between us has to happen in hotel rooms or hallways." You lower your head again and sigh loudly.
"But it doesn't, San." You look up at and her face is sporting a massive smile.
"It doesn't?"
"Of course not! Take me out to dinner; take me somewhere special, all right? I'll do the same to you. We don't have to tell anybody anything at the moment but we can still do fun things together," she says easily. This girl is so smart. "We can tell people when they ask and yeah, I guess we can't spend all our free time together but we can definitely do things in public. Friend things to others, but to us it'll be girlfriendy things."
You can't help the beaming smile appearing across your face.
"Girlfriendy?" you smirk.
"Sounds good, right? You said you wanted to keep us private, but we don't have to keep our friendship a secret from everyone else. I don't think I'd be able to, anyway."
You nod and slowly bring your lips to hers, stopping agonizing close. "Sure does, babe. It sounds amazing," you say and kiss her softly. She smiles into the kiss and gently nibbles on your bottom lip before pushing her tongue into your mouth. You relax into her touch and start to gently stroke your tongue over hers, moving your hand across her stomach to soothingly scratch her front. She hums into you and starts to suck on your tongue with more force, before moving hastily to the right to deepen the kiss.
You're caught off guard by her sudden quickness and take a while to catch up to the now frantic movements of her tongue. Well, shit. You think you just found an instantly way to turn Brittany on.
You have to move away slightly to catch your breath and when you look at Brittany her eyes are hooded over and her face flushing. She's panting into your mouth and you quickly take advantage of the lull in her actions and drive her fully against the wall. She moans loudly and you forcefully swipe your tongue across her bottom lip before pushing inside.
You start to heat up and a heavy feeling fills your stomach. Shit, if you don't stop right now you're going to fuck her against the wall. You pull away suddenly and Brittany's lips follow yours, trying to regain contact. She has her eyes close and pouts when she doesn't feel your lips on hers. She straightens up a bit and in turn pushes her leg in between yours.
"Fuck, Brittany," you let out and drop your head onto her shoulder. "We need to stop."
You really don't want to stop but you also don't want your first time together to be in an empty hotel hallway.
"Mm, why?" she starts to gently rock into you while placing kisses across your face.
"Because, shit, because I want our first time to be perfect and even though I know it's going to be pretty damn amazing if we do continue right now, I think the wait will be worth it," you pant out into her ear. "Plus, we said slow and I don't think this is slow," you giggle.
You feel Brittany's movements stop and her arms wrap around you tighter.
"You're right," she hums out. "We got pretty carried away, hey girlfriend?" Fuck she is so adorable. She once again manages to go from the sexiest thing on the planet to the most adorable in a matter of seconds.
"Yeah, we did."
"Come on, stud. Let's go get some junk food." She places a lingering kiss on your temple before interlacing her arm with yours as you head for the emergency staircase.
Walking down flights upon flights of stairs was not your idea of a workout. You wish your workout were happening back in the hallway. Fuck.
You reach the lobby with your arm still interlocked with Brittany's. You're so damn happy right now. You actually can't remember the last time you were this happy and you want to savour it for as long as you can. And you think you're going to get a million times happier when you stuff delectable French chocolate and junk food down your throat.
It's definitely not a worthy replacement for Brittany, but it'll have to do.
The light in the lobby is minimal but you were right about the generator because the front desk, gift shop and restaurant all seem to be operational. The restaurant is probably offering basic food but you really want something sweet and walk directly to the gift shop. You can still hear the faint rolling of thunder from outside and the rain tapping on the windows, but you think that the storm is finally starting to roll out which means that power should be coming back on soon.
You walk into the gift shop and smile kindly at the shop attendant before heading straight over to the chocolate, chips and ice cream section. Basically diabetes corner.
"Oh, B! Ice cream?" you say hopefully.
"Mm, nah. I want chocolate," she says and grabs about 5 blocks of chocolate from the shelf. She catches you stare and wiggles her eyebrows at you. "What?" she says, feigning innocence.
"You're unbelievable," you mutter. This girl is probably going to eat all of the chocolate in one sitting and still going to look like a fucking rock star. You wish you could do that; you're definitely going to have to go to the gym after today and work off some serious calories.
You eventually decide on ice cream, a packet of salt and vinegar chips and some coke. You need a sugar and caffeine hit ASAP. Brittany on the other hand, has gone crazy. Not only did she buy all of the chocolate, she ended up grabbing some popping candy, a couple of lollipops and a bag of Doritos.
"That's not all for you, is it?"
"Well, I guess you can have some as well. Just don't eat all the popping candy! You'll explode if you eat it with coke." She says it so seriously that you don't know if she's joking or not. You shake your head and smile at her.
"Alright, B. Are we going back to my room or vegging out in the lobby?" Just as you say it, all of the lights come back on and Brittany's phone goes off.
"Its Quinn, her and Rachel are going back to their room," Brittany says with a smile.
"I guess we're going back upstairs then, huh?"
Brittany wasn't fully convinced that it was okay to use the elevators so she dragged you back up all the flights of stairs.
It's safe to say that you definitely need to go to the gym at the next hotel because you're getting unfit.
You eventually make it to your room and make your way onto the bed with Brittany falling beside you in a heap.
"Are you excited about leaving tomorrow?" Even though it was a shitty last day to spend at the Chateau, tomorrow you're heading off to Barcelona. You cannot wait. You bloody love that place.
Even though you have to leave ridiculously early and it's about a 5 and a half hour journey, the sleep deprivation and weariness is totally worth it.
"I'm so excited, San! Spain is going to be the best," she says while sucking on a lollipop. "What time do we have to get up?"
Brittany rolls onto her stomach and rests her head on her arms. "Early, B. Like 7am departure time early."
That means you're going to get up at 5 and do your routine. You really would love to sleep in again but alas, you're working and you need to start actually doing your job.
"You should know that though, you have a day sheet for a reason remember?" You say teasingly before bopping your finger on her nose.
"Shhh, I know. I just thought I could get the details straight form the source seeing as though I'm with her all the time," she jokes back.
"Touché, Pierce."
You continue to eat in silence and before you know it you've finished your tub of chocolate ice cream. You're already starting to feel physically ill but push the feeling to the back of your mind and crack open the packet of chips. You look over at Brittany and see that she's downed the majority of the popping candy and is starting on her second block of chocolate.
Geez.
"You should slow down, B. You're gonna get sick," you say and start to gently soothe her back. She looks up at you through a toothy grin, her teeth covered in chocolate.
"Wanna kiss?" God. How can you say no to that.
You laugh and nod your head as you lean down. You instantly taste the chocolate as you enter her mouth. You run your tongue over her teeth before pulling back and pecking her lips a few times.
"Yum." You bring your finger up to wipe a bit of chocolate off the corner of her mouth. "Even better," you say as you put your finger in your mouth, sucking the chocolate right off.
"Damn," she mutters. "Stop that." You can't help but laugh again and watch as Brittany roles over onto her back and takes another bite out of the chocolate.
After a while you start to feel ridiculously sick but you just watch in awe as Brittany continues to eat. The girl is an absolutely machine. She snuggles into your side soon after and rests her head on your chest. You think she's done.
You start to run your hand through her hair and just sigh in contentment. This is perfect. You can still hear the rain outside softly pattering against balcony door and it's slowly starting to put you to sleep.
All you want to do now after drowning your day in junk food is take a long, hot bath and just relax. You want to leave the candles on and just immerse yourself in bubbles.
You also want Brittany to join you but you know that's moving way to fast and she'd probably say no anyway. Although, after today's episode in the hallway you actually might think she'd say yes.
You're not going to ask her though. You said you wanted to take things slow and asking her to take a bath with you is completely contradicting.
God, you need to make up your mind about this girl. Either take her out on a date tonight and rush straight into it, or savour the moment and stretch it out, learning everything you can about Brittany before giving yourself to her fully. Preferably not in a dark, cold hotel hallway.
You let out an exaggerated sigh and stop your movements on Brittany's head.
"What's up?"
You don't know whether to tell her what you were thinking or not, but after a moment of internal deliberation you decide to just take the plunge. "Well, I, I wanted to have a bath to you know, relax and shit…" you trail off at the awful attempt. You're an idiot.
Brittany jolts up and a wicked smile crosses her face.
"I have an idea, babe."
And with that she grabs your hand and pulls you harshly towards the bathroom.
Shit.
You have no idea what the hell is about to happen.
All you know is that you think you're going to enjoy it.
Hope you all enjoyed.