CHAPTER 21
It had been a week since I told Santana how I really felt about her, and just to clear things up, it was the most nerve wracking thing I'd ever done in my entire life. That's including the time I auditioned to be a back up dancer for Beyonce. Of course, I never actually got to meet her and there were several auditions I had to go to before I could even get to the actual one that determined if I'd make it through. Obviously, I didn't get it.
I guess I'm kind of thankful in a way that I didn't because if I had, I would've never came to New York and met Santana. Life without the bartender doesn't really sound so great.
Anyway, now that things were all out in the open regarding our feelings for each other we didn't have to try so hard at controlling ourselves. Sure, sex was still off the table, metaphorically and literally, since we, Santana, agreed that we should probably hold off on that until we get a better understanding of each other. I'm totally for it, going slow and stuff, but sometimes it gets really hard to hold back when we always end up having some sort of steamy make out session. And when I say always, I mean always; I guess we're just really affectionate people.
Nevertheless, going slow is a big thing right now. We're going so slow, we haven't even put a label on whatever it is that we're doing. It's like we're not dating, but we kinda are, but the title of girlfriend is a little too intimidating for Santana at the moment. I'm fine with it; labels are kind of old fashion anyway.
What worries me is that Santana thinks going slow is an excuse to keep herself walled up a little longer. I don't mind that Santana has some secrets that she'd like to keep to herself but when it pertains to our relationship, if that's what we're calling it, I'd like to know. I want to know what happened before so I know what not to do. I want to make sure I don't ever hurt her as bad as the person before me.
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I was just coming home from dance practice at Sloppy Babies, we were introducing our new routines later on tonight and I kind of been slacking with choreographing lately, when I unlocked the front door to hear a sweet melody floating through the room. I tried to stay quiet; catching Santana in the act is pretty rare so I wouldn't want to give away my presence. Slowly, I tip toed my way out of the short foyer hall and peeked around the corner to see Santana on the couch with her back to me. I could distinguish the music being that same random tune she always hums as I slowly dropped my duffle bag to the floor, hoping that it wouldn't accidently knock anything down. Once I was sure that she hadn't heard me come in, I moved a little closer to the couch, stopping every now and again so that she wouldn't hear the floorboards creak at my weight.
"You're back early." Santana commented, never taking her eyes off her keyboard and causing me to suck in a quick breath at being caught.
"Ooh, you're good." I smirked as I rounded the couch to sit next to her, adjusting her keyboard so that it was resting on my thigh allowing me to sit closer to her. She just smiled, her fingers slowing at the movement while I leaned closer to lay a quick kiss to her cheek, "Good afternoon."
I pulled back to see her smile upgrade to cheek-bunching while I settled in to the comfy cushions, thankful to be off my feet after such a long practice. She flipped a few switches on her keyboard until all the lights turned off before sliding it off our legs and to the empty side of the couch then lifted up her arm and helped me cuddle in closer. She let out a breathy chuckle at me nuzzling against her chest while she ran her fingers up and down my bare arm leaving my skin feeling tingly, "How was practice?"
I hummed a little while draping my arm over her stomach, watching how it rose and fell at each breath she took, "It was good, the girls picked up on everything pretty quickly. It was easy stuff so I wasn't worried; it just took a long time to get everyone situated. We had to wait like twenty minutes just for Lexi to show up, such a drag, then we had to work double to make up for that lost time. Other than that, it was fine. I'm just really tired for some reason I guess."
"Yeah, you look exhausted.." Santana sighed as she continued trailing her fingers up and down my arm at a teasingly slow pace.
"I am." I mumbled, my eyes already feeling heavy, "I feel like I'm about to fall asleep right here..especially when you're doing that thing with your fingers again."
"Well don't," She chuckled, stopping her hand at my forearm, "The bed is much more comfortable."
"Yeah..but so are you." I teased and rubbed my cheek against her warmth.
"Britt, if you don't quit rubbing your face on my tits.." She groaned playfully causing me to laugh.
"What? What'll happen?"
"I'm not sure yet, but I doubt it'll be pretty." She answered in a huff but I made no effort to move. I could feel her trying to push me away but I just wasn't budging, "Come on, B, let's get you in the shower then we can take a nap before work."
"Ooh, a shower does sound really awesome right now." I hummed then peeked up with a hopeful grin, "Will you be joining me?"
"Now you know nothing good will come from that if I do," She laughed with narrowed eyes. I frowned sadly, "But I'll totally join you in that nap?"
"Didn't you just wake up though?" I questioned as I sat up, preparing myself for the lonely walk to my bathroom, "You were still asleep when I left this morning."
"Uhhh, maybe.." She hummed with her eyes all squinted until I gave her a stern look, "But I could always go for a nap with you."
"If you say so!" I shrugged and hopped up from the couch and tiredly walked towards the bathroom. I was just about to flick on the lights and get the water started before I peeked back around the corner to see Santana still staring in my direction. I smirked at the possibility that she was probably staring at my ass the whole time, "You sure you don't wanna join me? You know it saves water and what not.."
She just giggled and shook her head, "Already showered today, but nice try."
"You know, with all those teasing comments you'd make when we first met you wouldn't think it would be this hard to get you naked."
"Oh my God, Brittany!"
"I'm joking, I'm joking.."
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By the time I had changed into a clean pair of jogging shorts and a tank top, I towel dried my hair and hung up the damp towel on the hook on the back of the door then made my way to my room to comb through the tangles. What I didn't expect to see upon walking in was Santana sitting on my bed with her knees drawn up and her songwriting notebook in her lap. Though we both know how we feel about each other, we still sleep in separate rooms; it helps give each other privacy. The couch is really the only place where we've accidently or purposely taken a nap together so to see her in my room in my bed was a big thing.
She looked up through black framed glasses that sort of slipped to the tip her nose, I guess from looking down so long, then let a lone finger slide it back to its rightful place. "Finally! You took forever, I thought you might've needed help in there or something," She teased as extended her legs and crossed them at her ankles, laying her notebook flat against her lap while I stood there and smiled dopily, "What? Why are you looking at me like that?"
I just smiled bashfully, forgetting about trying to find the comb on my dresser, and slowly moved towards the bed until I could kneel down on it and crawl my way towards her. She watched me anxiously, her eyes drifting to my lips then flicking back to my eyes like she wasn't sure what was coming next while I moved to kneel next to her. I found the entire thing adorable because it's pretty rare to see Santana look nervous like that; it gave me such a confidence boost! "You're in my room," I mumbled once I was just an inch away from her pouty lips, "On my bed."
"I got bored waiting for you," She husked as she stared directly at my lips then glanced up at my eyes with her cheeks tinting red, "Is that an issue?"
"Nope, not at all! I prefer it, actually." I answered contently as I went to close up her notebook and set it on my night stand. I got a little preoccupied seeing all her scribbles and notes covering the untitled pages as I moved to sit next to her instead. "Is this what you were playing earlier?" I asked as I tried to read the sheet music then went to turn the page to see if there were more songs. I felt her tense at mid page-flip, so I let the sheet slip from my fingertips, the notebook staying on the page she had it opened to, then went to pass it back, "Sorry..I didn't mean to snoop."
"It's okay," She mumbled as she took it from my hand, "I'm just not used to someone being interested, I guess." I frowned at the sadness in her voice, but the smile that graced her lips next had me smiling too, "Then again, you're the only one that knows. But to answer your question; yes, that's what I was playing earlier."
"Still trying to find words?" I asked quietly as I cuddled into her side and her fingers went to work at untangling my damp hair.
"Mm, yeah..something like that."
"That's good, I can't wait to hear it." I felt her fingers twitch at my scalp at my words and chanced a peek up, "Unless..you don't want me to hear it?"
"I-I can't sing in front of you, Britt. I can't sing in front of anyone." I watched as another frown took over her content smile while she kept her eyes focused on her fingers. Her voice sounded so small and delicate, it was as if she didn't mean for her words to actually come out of her mouth, like they were meant to stay in her head and leave me guessing. It was good that they accidentally came out though; I'm not really a good guesser.
"Oh okay, that's fi-"
"But it's not like I don't want to sing it for you one day when I finally finish it.." She added softly as her fingers went back to combing through my hair, "I do, I definitely do. It's just, it's been two years since I've done anything like this and even then I wasn't too great at it. Obviously, right? If I was good at this, she wouldn't have left me. But whatever, it doesn't matter.. I'm doing so many things that I don't normally do already with you and I like that, it's just I'm a little nervous because you might realize that I'm one hot mess and you don't have time for it and you'll leave too." I felt my brows furrow at the sadness laced in her words as she carefully nipped at her bottom lip, "I really don't want you to go, not when it's just getting good."
"Oh San.." I cooed, shuffling around so that I could straddle her thighs and get her to look directly at me. She pressed her lips tightly together and blinked furiously like she was trying not to cry. I lifted my hands and gently cupped her face, my thumbs already working to soothe the worry from her cheeks, "Honey, I'm not going anywhere." Her eyes slowly closed as she nodded in my hands, "And there's no rush, okay? I know this is all new to you, it is for me too, but we can figure it out at our own pace. I told you before, I don't mind going slow so don't worry. I just want you to feel comfortable."
She looked at me so deeply, her eyes staring right through me, as a shy smile replaced her frown, "Thank you." She sat up just a little while she wrapped her arms around my waist and hugged me tightly then mumbled into my ear, "Thank you for being patient with me."
"You don't have to thank me for that," I sighed and tilted my head so that I could press a lingering kiss to her cheek. She still had her arms wrapped around me as she laid her head against my chest, my arms resting on her shoulders as I gently combed through her thick hair, "But I hope one day you'll be comfortable enough to talk to me about her." I felt her stiffen at this mystery girl's mention but I quickly eased it with a kiss to her shoulder, "I know she caused you a lot of pain, I think talking it out will help. At least, that's what helps me..and I just want to be to help you as much as you've helped me."
She just nodded against my chest and tightened her hug while I ran my hands up and down her back until she relaxed. Her arms dropped from around my waist to her sides as I moved off her lap and carefully positioned myself next to her. I wiggled down to a lying position and adjusted my pillow so I could comfortably lie next to Santana though she was still sitting up. I felt her hand move to my shoulder blades then her fingertips scratch soothingly at my sore muscles as she helped me turn so that I was using her as a pillow instead.
"Lay with me, San." I mumbled through heavy lidded-eyes and a sleepy sigh.
"Okay.." She whispered and slowly slid down the bed until we could rest our heads on the same pillow. I had already close my eyes, content with how her body molded into me; her legs tangling with mine as her arm draped over my hip. "Is this alright?" She asked softly, her fingers dancing along the exposed skin of my hip bone. I shuffled closer to her so I could nuzzle into her neck and curl my arm around her waist too before nodding against her, "Okay, cool."
I was just about to drift off into a peaceful nap pressed against the woman that has taken over all my thoughts for so long when I heard Santana's voice mumble something. Any other time, I probably wouldn't have thought anything of it, but the way the words fell from her lips sounded so broken. It hurt me to hear her so sad that I just had to peek up at her. I tiredly brought my hand to caress her jaw with my fingertips, "What did you say?"
She closed her eyes as I felt her suck in a deep breath, "Her name was Dani."
At first I was a little confused as to who she was talking about but then I thought back to our previous conversation and the dots connected. To someone else looking in, Santana telling me this person's name isn't really a big deal because there's still so much she hasn't told me but I love that it's at least a start. I told Santana I could be patient, so that's what I'm going to do. If I have to wait years until she's comfortable enough to talk about her, Dani, then so be it.
"Thanks for telling me," I whispered and peppered her neck and collarbones with wet kisses until her breathing had evened out and she had fallen asleep.
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Our nap lasted for a little over an hour before Santana slowly woke me up with soft kisses pressed to my cheeks and lips until I was attempting to pin her on her back. She giggled out of my hold on her and slipped out of my room, calling that she was going to beat me at getting ready over her shoulder, and then closed the door behind her. I sat there for a good two minutes with a dopy grin plastered on my face because I would've never thought Santana could be that cute until I finally pushed myself out of bed and set out to do my hair and makeup.
I ended up finishing before her, my hair doesn't take as much time as it does to do Santana's, so with my spare time I moved to the kitchen to clean up a little. By the time I had washed what little dishes we had left in the sink, Santana was strutting out of her room dressed in her usual uniform of a black leather vest and skin-tight black pants. I let my eyes rake up her body unashamedly; taking in the exposed caramel skin peeking out from the bottom of her vest and the way the buttons seemed to hoist her boobs up deliciously. Seeing Santana in her work uniform is probably something I'll never get tired of. When I finally looked up from her chest, I realized I must've had the exact same effect that she has on me on her because her eyes were definitely much lower than they should be. I felt a blush bloom at my cheeks as her eyes finally met mine and she smirked teasingly.
"You ready to go or do you want to leer a little longer?" I giggled as I stepped closer to her, my hips swaying on their own.
"Uhmm.." She drawled out through that same smirk then hooked her fingers into the waistband of my jeans and tugged me forward until I was pressed against her. She leaned up on her tippy toes as her eyes closed and she nudged my top lip with the tip of her nose until I felt her lips press firmly against mine then begin to part and claim my lower lip with a gentle nip. The air turned hot and sticky within seconds as her kiss turned frantic and I could feel my lips beginning to swell and a moan threaten to escape the further she let her mouth roam. My hands found purchase on her shoulders as I tried to keep my balance, my knees turning to jelly the hotter I got, until I just had to tangle my fingers into her long dark hair.
"S-San.."I whined as her lips left mine and moved across my jaw and down my neck. I gripped her hair even tighter, pressing at the back of her head to keep her where she worked her mouth at a sensitive spot on my neck. I was quickly losing control the more she'd nip then soothe the bite with her tongue. It was probably a good idea to stop her, but it just felt so good.
When I felt the tips of her fingers still resting over the hem of my jeans sink a little further and her thumbs tap at the button of my jeans, I knew it was probably time to put an end to this before things got way too heated.
"Santana.." I breathed out, dropping my hands from her hair to her wrists as I slowly pushed them to her sides, "We should stop."
"Yeah, you're right." She nodded, her eyes all glazed over and her breathing a little labored, "We don't wanna be late and stuff."
I nodded in agreement while she shuffled to the kitchen counter and grabbed her purse and keys. As she spun back around, her lips parted as if she was going to say something, I took in her disheveled hair and giggled. She definitely looked like she just came out of a quick make out session, especially when she still couldn't even out her breathing and with the way her eyes darkened as she stared back at me. I tilted my head to the side as she continued to stare but she quickly blinked away and shook her head. "No Santana," She muttered to herself and nodded towards the front door, "Come on, Brittz, we should get going."
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Once in the car, Santana started it up easily and went through her usual routine of finding a good radio station before even thinking of taking the car out of park. She slipped on her aviators and re-checked her makeup just like she always did within the first three minutes of getting in the car, only this time, after she maneuvered out of the parking garage and made it onto the main road, her right hand wandered over to my lap and wiggled her fingers until they were perfectly laced through mine. It made my chest fill with a new kind of happiness as her thumb rubbed softly at my skin and her fingers squeezed gently at the feel of my own squeezing back. It was only the third time she actually reached over to hold my hand, but it still had the same effect each time she did it. I would've never thought holding Santana's hand on the car ride to work could be so special, but it was and I loved every second of it.
Inside Sloppy Babies, it was a different story. It wasn't that we were trying to keep whatever it is that we're doing a secret, but well..actually I'm pretty sure that's what we're doing. Santana had said she cleared things up with Sue so it's not like there's a threat of her losing her job if she were to make our relationship public. Yet, she'd never hold my hand on the walk up to the building nor kiss me when there were people around. It wasn't like she was ashamed of what we were doing or worried about what our coworkers would say, she just looked genuinely shy. Just like me, she was still trying to figure out what was okay and what wasn't; knowing that made her ten times cuter.
So although we weren't as openly affectionate towards each other like we are at home, we still manage to get our little sneaky touches in here and there. Like when we're working the bar and she's busy mixing drinks and I have to get to the cabinet she's standing in front of, I just drop to my knees and keep my hand flush against her lower back to keep myself balanced as I rummage for what I need. Sometimes my hand would drop a little lower than usual, but I don't think Santana minds when that happens, I can tell because when I stand back up she's got that sexy glint in her eye that usually means I just started something that I'll love being punished for.
Sometimes it's her who starts up our little game of innocent touching. She'll make a show of not being able to hear me when I know damn well she can, she'd gesture for me to come closer and I'd do it because nothing is hotter than when Santana lifts her pointer finger and beckons me to her, and then right when I'm close enough she'd lean in next to my ear so close that her lips graze the shell of it and she'll say something so unimportant and often times inappropriate that all I can do is laugh nervously and quickly shuffle away back to my work before one of us is getting slammed onto the bar counter and the other is making quick work of unzipping pants. It's all playful teasing though because we both know we're nowhere near ready for being that kind of intimate yet. Well, we may be ready physically, pretty sure I was ready the first time I saw her, but emotionally I think we still need some time.
It's still fun to play along though; after all, that's how Santana and I became friends. Our endless flirting is what tells me that she's comfortable and if that's all I can get for now then I'll take it.
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After getting the bar prepped for our usual Friday night crowd, I left Santana's side to make sure the waitresses were okay with the routines we were going to introduce tonight. Things were starting to get repetitive so I wanted to switch things up a bit with new songs and dance numbers. After the first time I showed Santana and Quinn what I came up with, I didn't have to show them anymore, they just trusted that whatever I choreographed was awesome. It was nice to be so supported like that, I wasn't doubted and that's something I wasn't used to. Of course my family had always been supportive; mom never missing a dance recital and dad wanting to video tape everything and watch it again at home at least three times. But when it came to friends, which I never had many of, no one was really there for me; not even Sam. So, it was definitely a nice change to have Santana and Quinn always being quick to shower me with compliments on my dancing.
By the time I had checked on all the girls, it was just about opening time so I quickly made my way back to the bar so Santana wouldn't have to man it by herself. It's not like she hasn't had to do that before, but now that I'm here I don't feel like she has to. I don't want her straining herself like that when she doesn't need to.
"Everything good?" She asked as I made my way over. She had a glass tumbler in her hand and a white towel in the other as she worked to dry the cup before setting it with the others on the back counter.
"Yup, they'll do just fine." I nodded and joined her with drying the rest of the glasses.
"I can't wait to see what you came up with," She smirked though her eyes never left the tumbler she was currently turning in her hands.
"I doubt you'll be disappointed," I shrugged, eyeing her from the corner of my eye for any type of blush or giggle. She remained perfectly relaxed yet the same smirk still curled at her lips.
"You're probably right."
"Ugh, you're too good at this." I sighed tiredly and spun to face her, finally seeing the smirk disappear and morph into her bashful smile.
"Years of practice," She answered sweetly the moved to set another dry tumbler down before coming back to stand a safe distance away from me. She had another freshly cleaned glass in her hands and her towel already moving to dry it, but her eyes remained steady on mine. I watched her curiously as I rested my hip against the counter; the way her eyes seemed to shimmer the longer she stared and how she'd purse her lips a little before looking away. I frowned at the loss of eye contact, but it was instantly replaced with a smile when she looked back up again, "God, I want to kiss you so bad right now."
"You do?" I grinned as my chest filled with a familiar happiness, the same kind of happiness it fills with whenever she holds my hand in the car.
"Yeah." She sighed helplessly with furrowed brows as she seemed to lean a little closer.
"You can if you want to.." I mumbled quietly as my eyes began to close on instinct the longer she stared at my lips, "I-I won't mind."
"Okay." She whispered just as softly, her face already so close to mine that I could feel her breath on my lips. I was buzzing with anticipation; it felt like she hadn't kissed me in forever when really we made out a little bit before leaving the house just thirty minutes ago. Still, I can't get enough of Santana's sweet lady kisses, they're just one of those things that you can never have too much of.
"Hey San! Hey Britt!" Quinn's voice called from somewhere off to the side of us, scaring Santana so bad she nearly fell over as she jumped away from me.
"God damn it, every single fucking time!" I giggled at Santana's shriek as she tried to play it off while Quinn just shook her head.
"Sorry, did I interrupt?"
"Oh no, we were just talking.." I answered before Santana could come up with some lame excuse for our closeness. Quinn nodded again with her all knowing smile etched on her face before excusing herself to the dressing room to get ready. I waved happily then turned to Santana to see her frowning and her hands firmly at her hips. "You alright there?" I chuckled and poked at her stomach, "You didn't pee your pants, did you?"
"No, I didn't pee my pants.." She sighed, trying not to smile.
"Oh okay, just checking. I hear people do that when they get scared." I shrugged then waited for her to finally look up from the floor, "You think Quinn knows?"
"She always thinks she knows everything, so maybe." Santana mumbled, "I hope not, I kind of wanted to tell her myself."
I perked up at the thought of Santana wanting to tell Quinn, though I'm pretty sure she already knows, because that meant she was one step closer to classifying what we are.
"And what would you tell her?" I asked quietly before I even realized I was forming words. I instantly wanted to take the question back the moment it left my lips, I didn't want to pressure her and I didn't want her to think I was rushing this going slow thing. Sometimes my curiosity just gets me though.
The coy half-smile that made its way to her lips accompanied by her averted eyes told me that she didn't mind the question. She licked her lips slowly and inhaled deeply as she finally let her eyes wander back up to meet mine, "I'd tell her I finally pulled my head out of my ass and I'm gunna focus on what makes me happy and recently what makes me most happy is this one girl."
"Ooh, a girl?" I teased, sending a smile her way, "Do I know her?"
"You probably do." She winked, "She's really great, you definitely wouldn't forget her if you saw her. She's got these amazing legs, like out of this world, and a smile that could make the meanest motherfucker shoot rainbows out of their eyes." I chuckled at her description but she continued on, "I'd tell Quinn that she was right about everything, she'll love that, and that I'm gunna find a way to make this thing work and I'm gunna hope that I don't get burned a second time."
I smiled shyly at her little speech as my hand found hers under the cover of the bar counter, "You don't have to worry, Santana, I'm not going to hurt you."
"I hope you won't." She answered solemnly.
"I'll try my hardest," I affirmed with a gentle squeeze to her hand.
She nodded as a small grin graced her full lips, "Me too."
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It ended up being a pretty laid back Friday night at Sloppy Babies. The crowd was their usual rowdy self but it wasn't too bad when Santana and I knew how to handle them. We only threatened them with the ice bucket once which was probably a new Friday night record! By the time it hit Quinn's intermission, the waitresses and I took our positions and went on with our little performance. Two girls joined me on the bar, but as I chanced a glance below me, Santana's eyes remained only on me. It was a good feeling, as if dancing didn't already make me feel so confident, knowing Santana was watching made me feel ten times better.
As quickly as we started, the performance was over and everyone had gone back to their rightful places and went right to taking drink orders. I hoped down from the bar too, accepting a few compliments from the drunken customers as well as one from Santana who glared at one of the guys for asking for my number. Of course she made up some crazy rule that employees weren't allowed to give out our numbers to customers but we all know Santana's real reason. I didn't mind it though, her protectiveness was very sexy.
As closing time came around, Quinn came to sit with us for a bit while Santana and I cleaned up until Mike came to take her home. She said her goodbyes and said she'd see us tomorrow before disappearing out the door. I watched Santana let out a sigh of relief as Quinn left, she hate that she was hiding something from her best friend but she knew that being half asleep and smelling like beer wasn't the way she wanted to tell her. I understood and, after checking to make sure the coast was clear, leaned over and pressed a quick kiss to her cheek.
"The time will come eventually, San, don't worry." I whispered before moving to grab her purse for her. She nodded quietly in response. "Come on, let's go home now."
Again, Santana held my hand the whole ride home. Holding her hand was quickly becoming my top favorite things to do with Santana the more it happened. Once we made it home, we disappeared to our own rooms to get changed out of our uniforms and into something more comfortable but equally cute before meeting back up on the living room couch. We always had this routine of watching a little tv together before heading to bed, it was mostly a wind down from all the excitement at the bar, but now that we could be open about our feelings, we allowed ourselves to get closer. Before, there was always the threat of doing something that might ruin our friendship or accidently making the other person uncomfortable, but things are different now. Now, I could lift Santana's arm from resting on her lap and curl it around me without her tensing or shrugging away. I could cuddle into her side and wrap my arms around her, feel the warmth that radiated out from her cotton t-shirt, and not worry about crossing any lines. She could lean over and kiss the top of my head or play with the tips of my hair without thinking she was doing more harm than good by assuming she was leading me on. Now we could just be us without all those damn rules making us do things neither of us could stand to do, we could finally be a-
Well, a thing.
One day Santana will be comfortable enough to put an actual title our thing, so until then I'm content with our thing just being a thing. Our thing is perfect just the way it is; like I said, labels are old fashion anyway.
A/N I didn't really like this chapter, I thought it was pretty boring compared to what I wrote last chapter. It was mostly a filler just to show the girls' relationship has changed but not really, they still do the same things they did before but now with just a tad more feelings involved..you know, because with feelings it's better. Anyway, anyone remember the piano scene from Coyote Ugly where things got super super steamy? I could be into writing something like that.. thanks for all your lovely reviews!