Previously on A New Friendship
-Brittany goes on her date with Jesse and Santana shows up with Puck.
-Brittany tries to flirt with Jesse to make Santana jealous.
-When Jesse is about to give Brit a goodnight kiss she freaks out and Jesse says he understands.
-Santana shows up and quickly meets Brit's mom before the girls go upstairs.
-Santana shows some anger with Brittany going on the date and Brittany gets defensive.
-Santana stops the fight by kissing the Brit.
-They have SEXY TIME!
-Santana tells Brit her plan worked :O
"Your plan worked," she whispers, letting her mouth linger at my ear. I'm so glad, too, because I wouldn't want her to have seen my reaction. I managed to stop my jaw from completely dropping, but I know it's still hanging open a little. My face is burning, too. My stomachs twisted in all sorts of knots.
My plan? She knew about my plan?
I don't know what to say at first, so I don't say anything. We just sit there, her mouth to my ear.
I need to say something quick to distract from the sound of my pounding heart.
"What plan?" I play as dumb as I can. I don't know how well I'm pulling it off, but I can't think of anything logical to say.
Santana giggles in my ear. For a second, her laugh calms my nerves. But they return just as quickly as they went.
"Don't play dumb," she teases in my ear. Her voice is soft. It's kind of cheery as well, which throws me off.
Her lips brush against my ear sending a chill down my back.
I suddenly wish it was as dark as it had been the last time we did stuff in my bed. Her knowing about my plan and the sensation of her lips skimming my ear is making my face flush more than ever. The only light on in my room is the lamp next to my bed, but it's still enough to hit my face.
"You knew Jesse would make me jealous, didn't you?" She smirks again.
I think my hands shaking so I squeeze it into a fist to stop it.
"What?" I say so quietly I could barely hear myself.
She pulls her lips from my ear and laughs a little more.
"Chill, Brit, I'm messing," she says lightly.
What?
She's messing with me? My face stays motionless while I try to register what just happened.
It takes me a few seconds to realize she doesn't know about the plan. She doesn't know.
My lips curl upward as I let out a relived breath.
I start giggling. How ironic. She was just messing with me. But it makes it seem like her making me jealous was something she would have done, too, because the idea clearly crossed her mind.
Jealous. You knew Jesse would make me jealous, didn't you?
I had hoped, sure, but I didn't know. Suddenly, I actually realize it. She was jealous.
"You were jealous?" I say with the biggest smile ever as I sit up to face her. I don't want to miss her reaction.
The second I finish my sentence Santana's face gets redder than I've ever seen it. Her dark complexion fills with a deep red color, which only makes me smile more. And probably blush a little, too. But really, at this point, I'm always blushing around her so it's really nothing new. Santana quickly looks away from me as her head tilts downward.
Instinctually, I let my hand reach for her chin as I slowly tilt it upwards until she's looking at me. Although she's facing me, her eyes still avoid my gaze.
"San?" I say, but my voice still sounds like I'm teasing. I think I am, though. "Were you jealous?"
As I ask it, I already know the answer. She had practically jumped me. I knew my plan worked. It had to be the reason for what just happened.
She looks super nervous, but when I brush my thumb along her jaw line and she sees my soft smile, I see her relax a little.
She swallows before softly saying, "Did I not just make that clear?"
She sounds so shy. I love when she sounds that way. It's a side of her people rarely get to see, making me feel super special.
I smile. I think about teasing her some more, maybe by saying she didn't prove it enough, but I know how vulnerable she's feeling. I know it's hard for her to open up. I don't want to push her too far. And I can't risk ruining whatever it is that just happened.
As I'm trying to think of what to say, she speaks up again.
"Seeing you," she starts. "Seeing you, with him-" she stops. "No," she gets even quieter. "Seeing you with not me," she looks down embarrassed.
I reach out and grab her hand, interlacing our fingers, encouraging her to continue.
"It hurt," she finally says. She actually looks kind of upset.
I feel like a billion butterflies attack my stomach. She wants to be with me. She doesn't want to see me with anyone else.
But my stomach deflates when I realize I caused her pain. On purpose, too. I didn't want to hurt her, just make her jealous. Help her realize she wanted to be with me. But I hadn't thought about what I'd be putting her through.
"I didn't want to hurt you," I spit out.
She smiles and is finally able to look me in the eyes.
"I know, Brit. It's not your fault. I pushed you away. I was just- I am just," she stutters before saying, "confused."
I just stare back, not sure if I should be happy or sad. All I know is after what we just did, I can't feel anything remotely bad about us.
I'm about to speak up again and tell her it's okay. And that it's okay if she's confused. And that I'll wait patiently if that's what she needs. But she cuts off my train of thought.
"I don't know what that just was, but I- I liked it," she says softly.
Before she can talk herself out of it, I lean down and press my lips to hers. Every time we've kissed I've been surprised at how soft her lips are. We only kiss for five seconds, but it's plenty to chill my entire body.
When I pull away, she's blushing again, and I probably am too. She gives me a warm smile.
She lays down, cuddling her head into my chest as she rests her arm across my tummy. I snuggle her against me.
"I liked it, too," I tell her. "A lot."
I rub my hand down her back as I reach over with my free hand to turn off the lamp on my bedside table.
"For the record," I whisper, "I didn't like seeing you with Puck, either."
She knows that. She knows I don't like seeing her with Puck, I've told her that. But I felt the need to remind her.
She snuggles even closer as she tightens her arm around me.
"I didn't like being with him," Santana admits. Every time she's spoken since we, you know, she's been so hushed. So soft-spoken. It's calming and different.
As we lay there in quiet, I start thinking about what she just said. She doesn't like being with Puck. That means she only brought him to Tai's to make me jealous. Suddenly, I don't feel so bad about my plan. Still, I decide not to tell her that was my plan. Not yet, anyway. I don't want to ruin this moment. So we just lay there, taking in what's happening. The two of us, new friends that I know were destined to meet, becoming something so much more. I don't know what we are, but it's something new. And something absolutely amazing.
I've started this new game: Secretly flirt with or touch Santana as much as possible. After last night, I can't get her out of my head. The thought of her name alone sends my heart into a frenzy. So now, whenever I see her, I do whatever I can to get closer. But for some reason, I know she doesn't want people knowing. I know what we are is a secret. I get it, too. In all honesty, it kind of makes it more fun. When no one was looking in Glee today, I let my hand slide over her knee as I whispered something dumb into her ear. When we were in art, I was able to touch her hands a lot. I kept offering to help her sculpt her vase. She's better sculpting than me now, so I knew when she let me help she actually just liked my hands on hers.
This game helps me release some of my feelings. Every time I'm around her, this feeling in my stomach swells up. It's always been there, I think, just recently it's gotten too noticeable to ignore. Just being in contact with Santana helps some of the swelling go down.
She even let me link pinkies with her all the way to our lockers after art. It wasn't about comfort this time, it was just for us. That was my favorite part of the day. People think it's normal for us so no one even thinks twice about it.
Even here in Math, a class without Santana, I can't stop thinking about her. I just want to be around her all the time. I want to know everything about her, too. She's such a mystery sometimes. With me, things are mostly black and white. Santana has a whole bunch of grey.
"Do you get this at all?" Quinn's voice brings me back to reality. I had forgotten she was even here. Or I was even here. Mr. Tober handed out some packet and told us to work with our table partners till class was over.
I take a glance down at the packet before I realize it's pointless. I wouldn't get it even if I tried. "Not at all," I say, rubbing my hand over my hair, sweeping it all behind my far shoulder.
Quinn makes a gasping sound as I look up at her confused.
"Are you back with Artie?" she whispers with a high pitched voice. Her eyes widen a little.
"What?" I ask. The mention of his name makes me a little uneasy. I hadn't even thought about him since right before I went out with Jesse. I hadn't really thought of anything but Santana, now that I think about it.
"No," I say as I quickly shake my head. My eyes narrow a little confused.
"Then what the hell did you do last night?"
I stare into her narrowing eyes. I have absolutely no clue what she's talking about, but part of me worries she knows about Jesse. Maybe she saw me going out with him somehow. Or someone else saw. Oh my gosh, I hope it isn't all over school. All I know is if Quinn knows and I don't tell her, then I'm a bad friend. She hates when I keep stuff from her. I hate keeping stuff from her, too. I would have told her if it was a serious date, so I feel obligated to tell her even though it was kind of fake.
I shrug, trying to make it seem like it's no big deal. "I kind of went out with Jesse-" she cuts me off before I can explain.
"What?"
"Yeah, I meant to tell you but it happened really fast. And I didn't want Artie to know I was going out," I whisper. "I ran into him at Slush, that club, I was there with Santana. And he asked me out when he drove us home. I just, I got flustered, and I thought it would be good for me-"
"It looks like it was good for you," She cuts me off again with the same wide eyes as before.
I give her the most confused look before I continue.
"Um, well, yeah," I start, trying to ignore whatever she just said. "Well it turns out I couldn't bring myself to even give him a goodnight kiss when he dropped me off. I wasn't ready at all," I say. "And we parted ways. He was nice about it, too. That's all that I did. Oh," I say remembering, "And Santana slept over after her date with Puck."
Mentioning Puck makes my stomach hurt a little.
Quinn stares at me with the most unreadable expression. Her staring at me is making me a little uncomfortable.
Then she laughs.
"So you wouldn't kiss him goodnight but you let him attack your neck like that?" She asks raising both her eyebrows.
"What?" I ask, surprised and confused, as I throw my hand up to my neck.
Quinn takes out her phone and hold the shiny screen to my neck, showing its reflection.
Two dark red spots. Bite marks, too. There's no mistaking them. Hickies.
My face feels like it's on fire. And my heart is shaking my entire chest. I make a mental note to teach Santana how to not leave love bites all over my neck.
"No, no-" I start to say completely flustered. I freeze up, not knowing what to say.
But then I realize she doesn't think they're from Santana. She thinks they're from Jesse. I allow myself to relax a little.
"I, he just, while we were dancing, because we went dancing a little last night," I lie, "He was kissing my neck. You know what that spot does to me," I joke with a smile.
That makes her laugh. I've always told her how crazy I am about people kissing my neck.
"It's not as intimate as kissing," I say.
She nods. But then she stares at me again with the same look as before. A little smirk, maybe. Her eyes narrowed.
She doesn't say anything for awhile. She just stares into my eyes, then down to my hicky, then back up to my eyes.
"So you're not going to see him again?" She slowly asks, not changing her face.
I shake my head no. "Not anytime soon, anyway. I'm just not ready."
I kind of feel bad lying to Quinn. But I know I don't want to upset Santana more than I don't want to lie to Quinn.
"So does Santana sleep over a lot?" she asks. The mention of Santana's name makes me happier.
"Mhm," I smile. "She gets lonely, it's just her and her mom at home, so she sometimes doesn't have anyone home. You know, 'cause her mom has to work," I confess. I don't want to tell her about her Dad, but I know Quinn won't press or ask questions. She's not like that. Quinn just smiles at me.
"You're a great friend," she tells me as she rubs my shoulder.
"So are you," I smile.
"No, Brit. I know I tell you this a lot, but you really are." She's suddenly really serious. I don't know why she is, but it makes me blush.
I just smile and shyly look down at the packet.
"Maybe we should give this a try," I say, pointing to my packet with my pencil.
The bell rings as soon as I finish my sentence, making us both laugh.
As soon as I spot Santana I grab her wrist and pull her straight into the locker room. Because lunch isn't over yet, there's only two other girls in here. Some random freshman tennis players.
"What?" Santana asks sharply. She wanted to finish her lunch, but I had insisted on her coming down here.
I pull her into the bathroom area in front of the mirrors.
I hear the door of the locker room open and I wait for someone else to walk in. After no one does, I realize the tennis girls must have left. I swiftly brush my hair off my neck.
Santana stares confused.
I turn the water on and grab a paper towel. I wet the paper towel and wipe off the makeup I applied after math with Quinn, revealing the red spots on my neck. As soon as they become visible, Santana's jaw drops.
I shoot her a glare. Not a mean one, necessarily. I'm just showing her what she did.
"I'm so sorry!" She she whispers, but then she starts smiling. Then her smile turns into a laugh.
I give her a confused look. "Is this funny to you?"
She laughs even harder. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she stammers. Then she leans in and brushes her lips to my ear.
"It looks pretty hot though," she whispers.
Now my jaw drops as my chest rises with a shocked gasp.
I know we're alone, but it's still risky of her. We're in the girl's locker room.
Suddenly, she dives into my neck and starts kissing the exact spot where my hickies are. A surprised moan escapes my lips and I use all my force to push her off of me. I want to so badly, but I know she doesn't really want to do this here. I think she's just in the moment.
I know my face must look embarrassed, confused, shocked, and pleasantly surprised all in one.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you're right," she smiles. "It's just... wanky," she smirks.
I'm not positive what wanky means, but I kind of think I get it from the context so I don't ask.
"Here, I'll help you cover it up." She grabs for my bag and pulls out my small make up pouch.
I'm so surprised by her attack I can't even speak. Words keep coming up to my mouth but get caught in my throat. But I want her to do that. I don't want her to think I don't like it. Because I do. I'd give anything for her to do that again. I just knew if someone walked in, it would push her even further away from me.
"Thanks," I mumble. It's all I can even say right now. I take a few deep breaths before trying to explain myself again. "I want you to do that," I spit out. I want to explain more but it was hard enough to say those five words. No, six words. Whatever.
"Hm?" she asks as she begins to rub in the concealer.
"I like when you kiss me like that," I confess.
She laughs. "I know, Brit."
"I just didn't want you to freak out if someone saw," I try to explain but she cuts me off again.
"No, I understood. You were right, too. I just got carried away."
I'm so relieved she actually understood me. Most people need me to explain things like fifteen times. She just gets me. That's my favorite thing about her. Or her eyes. Or smile. Or laugh. Or lips.
I stop myself because I know I could go on forever naming things I love about her and I'd never figure out my favorite. Because they're all my favorite. She's my favorite.
"Thanks," She says.
I'm not even sure what for, but I give her a nod and a smile.
Now that I'm feeling a little more relaxed, I'm able to joke again.
"You know, I'm gonna have to teach you how kiss me without leaving hickies all over," I smile. "You're so reckless."
At first she blushes as she shyly smiles. But then she looks back up at me confidently.
"Or," she singsongs, "I could just leave them in other places. Ones not so visible," she whispers seductively with a smirk. My entire body flushes and a warm heat fills me.
I don't know exactly what she's suggesting, but the thought of her kissing me anywhere drives me crazy.
She starts giggling and I realize she's laughing at my expression. I'm frozen. Santana's never been this direct with, well, sexy stuff. I like it, I think. I'm just a little surprised.
"You can't even see it," she says pointing to the mirror. I examine my neck and smile. It's amazing. It looks so much better than my attempts at concealing it.
"Woah," I say softly. "Thank you," I smile.
"It's the least I could do, really," she smiles back. "I mean, I kind of got you into this situation. I promise I'll be more careful next time." She sounds more serious this time. But I can't help but smile at her mention of next time.
As we walk to our lockers to get changed, I can't help but notice a change in her. She's so much more comfortable. At first it was making me uncomfortable, but I think it's starting to make me more comfy, too. Nothing's more hot then knowing someone wants you. It's such a big turn on, and when she says things like that, it makes me worried about how long I'm going to be able to control myself. Part of me wants her to keep her thoughts to herself, at least in public. But I think a bigger part of me desperately wants to hear those things.
"Okay you little damsels, listen up!" Coach Sylvester commands. She isn't using her megaphone, though.
She had us all sit on the bleachers right after we finished warming up. She said something about an announcement. Whenever she sits us all down I get super nervous. I think of every possible thing any of us have done since the last time we saw her. If it's anything remotely bad, I freak out. But I can't think of anything right now. There hasn't even been any parties or incidents. I haven't heard of anyone failing too badly, either.
"Good news," she says, but she doesn't smile or show any sign of happiness so I can't tell if she's being sarcastic or not.
"Next week, none of you will be going to school."
All of us frantically looking around the room. Some of us are smiling and deciding whether or not to cheer, but most of us are scared. What could we possibly be doing that we wouldn't go to class. Are we suspended?
"I've talked to Figgens and he's cleared it with your teachers. We got invited to a huge competition. So pack your bags. We're leaving on Friday right after school. Lucky for you, this is going to be somewhat of a vacation, too," She starts. We're all giggling in excitement when we realize we don't even know where we're headed.
"We're going to Florida!" Sue chants and actually offers up a smile. "It's all paid for, except if you want to go to Disney or Universal. We'll be in Orlando, so it's not far. We'll be on a beach, though, if you would rather hang there."
Coach actually sounds excited, too. Who wouldn't be, though.
The second Coach said Disney I slapped Santana's leg out of impulse. She yelped a little, but laughed when she realized how excited I was. I used to go to Disney all the time, before my dad lost his job and everything. It's honestly my favorite place on earth. Nothing makes me happier. And I can't help but imagine being in Disney with Santana. I may overdose from happiness, if that's possible.
The rest of practice is one of the hardest practices of the year, but I don't mind at all. We have to work super hard to perfect the routine, but I can't get Disney out of my mind. And Florida. And no school. And Santana. Quinn, too. It's going to be amazing.
As soon as practice is over, everyone rushes out of the gym to the locker rooms. We're all so tired and everyone looks beat, but I can't stop smiling. I feel so free. Free from everything. Everything at school. Everything at home.
During practice, I had considered the fact that I may have to watch Chris. But I quickly realized if my mom couldn't take off, my grandparents could easily babysit him. Nothing is going to stop me from having the perfect time.
"So you really love Disney?" Santana asks as she brushes her damp hair.
"Ha!" Quinn laughs. "How have you not figured that out yet?" Quinn interjects.
"I mean, I knew you liked it. We've talked about movies, and the music, but I didn't know it was that special to you."
I'm about to speak up but Quinn talks again.
"I can't wait to see her in her natural habitat," Quinn jokes. "This girl absolutely lives for Disney World."
I blush a little because my two best friends are talking about me right in front of me. In a good way, too. It's just nice when people care enough to want to know things about you. Especially when you want to know things about them.
Santana pulls her phone out of her backpack and reads something.
"I gotta go, but I'll see you guys tomorrow," Santana suddenly says as she slings her bag over her shoulder. Her voice is calm, though, so I don't worry.
"Bye, bye," Quinn and I say in unison as Santana struts out of the room.
"I can't believe we're going to Disney," I smile.
"How perfect is that!" Quinn smiles. She sounds almost as excited as I do.
"I can't believe Santana's never been," I tell her.
"You're going to have to show her what it's all about," she smiles.
I nod in excitement. I cannot wait. I know if I show her all the magic it has, she's going to love it.
"I've got to hop in the shower," Quinn declares. She stayed late to talk to coach. I think she may have been dealing with room arrangements. That's the best thing about being best friends with the captain. I know I'm not going to get screwed over with that. I don't even have to worry, I'll end up with my friends.
I say goodbye as I wring my hair out in my towel.
After I gather all my stuff, I leave the locker room on a high. This day was just amazing. I woke up with Santana after the most perfect night with her. Then I got to see her a lot in school. And now I found out we're going to miss a whole week of school. For Florida. And Disney!
Now that Santana and I are whatever we are, I can't even imagine all the things we could do together. I want to show her everything.
As I turn the corner of the hallway, my heart stops. So do my feet.
No doubt it's Santana. She's standing with her side leaning against the locker.
Puck's hands are gently resting in hers.
My jaw starts trembling and my entire body aches. I feel like a sumo wrestler just body slammed me. I can't breath.
My eyes flood with tears and I feel a thick tear slither down my cheek. I think I see Puck make eye contact with me. His face kind of looks hurt, but I think he's just reacting to my face, which undoubtably looks crushed.
The second he makes eye contact with me I turn and run in the opposite direction. I can't let her see me. And I don't want to see her.
How could she be talking to him like that after last night? She said she didn't like being with him!
My chest is pounding in the worst way possible.
I've never felt this pain before. I feel like I was full out punched in the heart. It hurts when it beats. My throat feels like I'm having an allergic reaction.
I run as fast as my legs allow in the opposite direction. I figure out an alternate route to my car. My legs feel like jello and I'm not even sure if I'm moving. My eyes are so blurry. My shoulder even collides with a pole. I keep running, though. I don't stop.
Suddenly I hear footsteps behind me and they make me run even faster.
"Brit! Wait!" Santana's voice calls. Part of me is happy she's chasing after me. But I remember what I just saw and I pick up my pace.
I can't let her see my face and I know for a fact I can't look at hers. It will only make this hurt so much more.
I keep running. The louder the footsteps get, the more flustered I get.
I make a right turn down the next hallway and after five steps I realize I made a wrong turn. But I keep running because I hear the footsteps closing in on me.
After five more steps, though, I realize the halls going to dead end. My heart is pounding so fast that I can't differentiate the beats anymore. It's just one long pound.
The steps are so loud I know they're in the hall now.
My legs give out and I collapse onto my knees, throwing my face into my lap as I let out a muffled cry.
"Brit," Santana's breathy voice begs, making me cry even harder.
I hear her getting closer and closer until I feel her hand land on my back.
Her touch elicits a louder cry.
10 minutes ago, this was the best day of my life. I'd never felt so amazing.
After one quick glance, I felt like my world had come crashing down. And the only person I wanted to comfort me was the one who had caused
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