Previously on A New Friendship
-Santana didn't actually know Brittany had a plan to make her jealous
-Quinn sees hickies on Brit's neck but assumes they're from Jesse
-Coach Sylvester tells the girls they are going to Florida for a competition for an entire week
-After leaving practice, Brittany sees Santana talking to Puck while holding his hands, causing Brit to run away crying
-Santana chases after her and Brittany turns into a dead end
"Brit," Santana coos into my ear as she gently strokes her hand down my back. I can tell she's squatting down beside me.
I think this is the first time I've ever wanted her to stop touching me. Something about her touch is making me uneasy. I think it's because I want her to touch me, but I know she's the reason I feel like absolute shit right now.
My chest tightens. I don't have asthma, but I imagine this is what an asthma attack feels like. I know there's plenty of air here but I can't breath it in. Every attempted breath I make turns into a shudder. I keep making this noise between a hiccup and a cough.
"Brittany," she tries again.
I bury my face deeper into my lap concealing my face in my hands.
"What's wrong," she whispers.
What's wrong? Is she kidding? I thought after this morning she understood how I felt. I don't get how she could toy with me like this. I don't get how anyone could toy with anyone like this!
I'm not good at standing up for myself, but something takes over me and I jolt my head out of my lap.
"What do you mean what's wrong?" I spit out. My harsh tone even surprises me.
As my blurry vision becomes a little clearer I see how hurt her face looks. Confused, too. For a second, I feel awful. But then I remember my aching heart and my expression hardens again.
"Are you even aware I have feelings?" I cry. My voice is strained. I'm trying to yell, I think, but it's not coming out at all how I want it.
Santana's brow furrows and I think I see her lip tremble a little. Her eyes look so weak.
"Wha-" she starts, "Of course I'm aware-"
"It sure as hell doesn't look like it," I cut her off.
"Brittany what are you talking about?" Santana's voice is strong but her face looks fragile. I can tell she's holding back her emotions.
My voice gives in when I realize how crazy I am. Santana and I aren't anything. I mean, we're something, but we aren't anything that gives me a right to be mad. I've hooked up with guys before who were getting with two other girls and I didn't say one word. It didn't even cross my mind. It's Santana's choice. But I realize, too, that I can't handle that anymore.
"You can be with him if you want-" my voice is shaky now.
"What?"
"But just know I can't do this anymore. I can't handle you with him. So if you want-"
"Oh, God," Santana breaths as she shakes her head. Her hands run over her hair as she closes her eyes.
I wipe my tears out of my face with the back of my hand to get a better look at her face.
Her eyes that looked so teary a minute ago are closed but her expression is somehow softer.
"Brittany," she starts as she looks up at me. She's shaking her head. "No," she's pleading now. "What you saw, no-" is all she can say.
She just keeps shaking her head. She looks completely flustered, too.
I just stare at her. I'm trying to so hard to be angry at her. It shouldn't be hard because I'm so hurt, but seeing her like this is making me want to throw my arms around her.
"I don't want to be with him," Santana pleads again. Her eyes are wide and her forehead creases in the middle.
She's said that before.
She reaches up and wipes a tear away from under my eye with her thumb. I didn't know I was still crying. After she wipes the one tear my hand reaches up to swipe her hand away from my face.
Her face drops.
"Brittany, you don't understand. I wasn't flirting with him."
"Sure looked like it," I say with the same nasty tone as before.
"No. No, Brit. I was telling him I couldn't do this anymore," she tells me.
She stares at me expectantly but my face doesn't alter. At least, not at first. It takes me a minute to process.
She reaches out and grabs my hand. I let her, too. I don't wrap my fingers around hers, but I keep my hand still in hers.
"I told him I couldn't be with him like that right now. I had too much going on."
It kind of makes sense. He looked kind of upset, now that I think about it. I just had thought it was because he saw my expression.
"He took it harder than I expected, but he was actually really nice about it," she shrugs. Her voice is still soft, I think because she doesn't want to upset me any further.
"Plus, he told me you looked like you needed me more than he did when he saw you," she confesses.
Suddenly I feel like a jerk. Santana had done this for me. I think, at least.
She had ended it with Puck and here I am about to cut her out of my life because I jumped to conclusions and assumed she didn't care about my feelings. Santana was the most wonderful human I'd ever met. How could I think she'd do that to me?
"I'm so sorry," I mutter after I take a few deep breaths. I can't even look her in the eyes. I'm so embarrassed. Ashamed, too.
She giggles a little which makes me give her a puzzled look.
"Brit, it's okay," she grabs my other hand in hers and pulls them onto her lap. "It's not like I haven't given you reason before to believe I wouldn't do something like that." Her face is more serious now. And apologetic.
"I'm sorry," she says softly.
I don't know what to say anymore. I feel like an idiot. But I also feel so happy. Happier than I felt in the locker room before any of this happened. Because now, we're the same as we were before, only there's no Puck. A smile creeps up on me.
I tug on her hands and pull them around me, letting go when she wrests them around my back and I pull her into a hug.
"I'm so sorry," I say back. Somehow this turned into us just apologizing.
"Thank you," I whisper into her ear. I don't say for what, but when she lets out a happy sigh I know she knows what I'm talking about. Or who, rather. Puck.
"Please, Brittany," my mom says as she takes my hands in yours. "Don't worry about him, okay? Go. Have fun. Compete."
She reaches out and rubs the last tear off of my cheek.
"Are you sure?" I ask with a weak voice. "I can stay home. With Chris. He needs me, I think."
"Brit, no. Poppy and Mommom are going to watch him. He's okay. He doesn't know what's going on, either. It's okay. Everything will be fine, I promise. Go," She pulls me into a hug.
I nod into her shoulder.
Beep beep.
"That must be Quinn and Santana," I mumble.
"I'll go say hi," my mom says. "Go say goodbye to Chris and your grandparents," she tells me as she takes my bag and heads out the door.
I walk into the kitchen and give my grandparents both a kiss goodbye.
"Behave yourself," my Poppy jokes with a wink.
"I will," I laugh.
"Come here, squirt," I say as I bend down into a squat.
Chris runs into my arms and I spring to my feet, pulling him up with me. He's probably 70 pounds, but he's still so small and easy to pick up. I adjust him so I'm holding him on my hip.
"I'm gonna miss you," I tell him. "You better be good for them," I say, pointing to my grandparents.
He gives me a devilish smile as I poke him on the nose.
"I'm sad," Chris says with a pout.
"I'll be home in a week."
"No. I'm sad I don't get to go to Disney with you," he says.
"You wouldn't like it," I tell him, trying to make him feel better. "I have to be there with my mean coach all day and compete, too. I won't have that much time for fun." It's a lie, I know, but I feel bad leaving him here.
"I'll bring you something good home, I promise." He lightens up.
"Are you going with the pretty girls?" he asks, his cheeks blushing.
"Mhm," I smile. "Quinn and Santana," I brag. He pouts his lip out even further.
"Not fair."
I smile, putting him down.
"Love you buddy." I kiss him on the top of his head and turn around before saying one last goodbye again to everyone.
"Say hi to Mickey for me!" Chris calls after me.
"I will!" I reply with a giggle.
I walk out to the car after taking one last deep breath.
Santana, Quinn, and my mom are all standing outside of Quinn's car by the trunk. My mom's back is to me, leaning against the trunk, as she talks to my friends. I can't see my mom's face, but Quinn and Santana both look kind of serious. They're nodding gravely at her.
The closer I get, Quinn shakes her head quickly and my mom turns to face me. She smiles brightly and walks over to embrace me.
I wave at Quinn and Santana, a little confused at their uneasy expressions, and hug my mom.
"Please have fun, baby," my mom smiles. I nod. Of course I will. Santana. Quinn. Disney. Of course I will.
"Yes, mommy," I smile.
I hear Santana and Quinn giggle when I call her mommy.
"Love you."
"Love you, too."
"Bye girls!" My mom smiles as she walks towards the front door, turning and stopping before going inside. I think she's waiting for us to drive away.
Quinn and Santana stare at me when I turn to face them. I raise my eyebrows a little as I try to figure out why they're being so weird.
"You ready?" I ask them both.
They look at each other and quickly snap out of it.
"Oh yeah," Quinn says the same time Santana shouts out "Of course!"
I hop into the back seat and let Santana take the passenger seat. I sit in the middle, though, so I can hear them talk and they can see me easier.
"Florida, here we come!" I scream as we wave goodbye to my mom. They both laugh.
"I'm so excited," I smile.
"I can tell," Quinn says as she meets my eyes through the rearview mirror.
"How far's the airport?" I ask.
"Like an hour," Santana answers as she starts fiddling with the radio.
We sit there singing to the top 40 station when Quinn pulls into a random parking lot.
"What are we doing?" I ask sitting up straight. We're at the shopping center I sometimes go to. A food store, a Target, some sports store, and a McDonalds. And the furniture store where I got my desk.
"I wanted to grab some snacks for our room," Santana says.
"Oh, good idea!" I cheer.
"It's me, you and Santana," Quinn flashes a smiles. "Being head cheerleader has its perks."
I clap my hands and give a wide grin. "Yay! That's perfect!" I cheer.
It really is, too. I can't wait. Usually there's four people in one room. We're gonna be the only ones with three girls. That means we have more room. And it's my two favorite people.
We pull up to the front of the shop and Santana hops out. I unbuckle my seatbelt to follow but she stops me.
"No, wait in the car, it's fine. I'll be right back."
I give her a weird look but shrug and sit back. I want to see her. I haven't had any time alone with her since my meltdown yesterday. But I remind myself I'll have a whole week to spend time with her and I let myself relax.
Quinn pulls into the first open spot she sees and puts the car in park.
"You like the room?" she asks.
"It's so perfect. You're the best!" I knew I'd have a good room, but I didn't know it would just be the three of us. I start smiling. For a second, I think the only way this could be more perfect was if Quinn wasn't in the room. I quickly scold myself for thinking that. Quinn's my best friend. Of course I want her there. It's just, Santana and I could have done...stuff.
When I see Quinn smile I forget what I was thinking. I can't wait to spend time together, just the three of us.
My phone vibrates against my hip and I pull it out of my waistband.
Ill alqats lov eyu
Dad. I quickly check the letters on my keyboard and decipher his text as "I'll always love you."
I feel circles start forming behind my eyes.
I stare at the message before slipping my phone back into my waitsband.
"Brit?" Quinn's soft voice calls my name as I feel her eyes on me in the mirror. "You okay?"
"Hm? Yeah, just, something in my eye," I quickly stammer as I rub my eyes.
When I pull my hands away from my eyes I can still feel her eyes on me in the mirror
She stares for a few more seconds. I think she sees she's making me nervous so she pulls her eyes away from me.
"If you ever want to talk," she starts to say but I cut her off.
"I know, Quinn. Thanks." I give her a smile. Because she deserves one.
She nods and returns my smile and we both fall quiet.
My phone vibrates again. I hesitate but eventually give in.
Stsy clise wirh yur brithr pleasw
I look at my keyboard again. Stay close with your brother please.
A whimpered cry escapes my chest and within seconds I feel Quinn's arm around me. I shove my head into her chest.
She had quickly jumped out of the car and slide into the backseat before I even had time to realize it.
Quinn rubs my head with her hand and softly coos a "shh" into my ear. Not to tell me to stop crying, just to calm me. It works a little, too. I don't know how long she's been holding me, but it's long enough for my chest to stop shaking. It feels easier to breath.
"I'm sorry," I finally breath.
"Stop," Quinn says softly. "You have no reason to be sorry. Ever."
I nod into her neck.
She runs her fingers down my hair and a sharp pang of guilt hits my chest. How can I have hidden such a giant part of my life from my best friend who has given me no reason to.
I sit up a little and bite down sharply to stop my jaw from trembling.
"Q-Quinn," I stutter. "I have to- I have to tell you something."
She looks up expectantly. It takes me another thirty seconds or so to talk again. But she waits patiently.
"My-" I try to say. For some reason it's so hard to say right now. Partly because of what's happening at the moment, but I think mostly because I feel so bad waiting so long to tell her.
"My dad-" I start but she cuts me off.
"Brit, I know." Her voice is soft and quiet. And super understanding. I stare into her eyes, shocked.
She holds my hands and begins rubbing her thumbs on the backs of my hands to help me relax.
"Wha-? Huh? How?"
"I've known for awhile. I guess, I mean, I've known you since we were four. I know when you aren't happy. Even when it seems like I don't realize it, I do. I just, I didn't know how to talk to you, if you didn't want to." Her tone is so delicate. I can't believe it. All this time I thought Quinn didn't know I was ever suffering. And I felt awful hiding stuff from her, yet she is the most understanding person I've ever met.
"I knew something was wrong," she starts again. "I just didn't know how bad, or what it was. But my mom's dad," she explains. "He was like yours." She doesn't say what he is. I think she is trying to be sensitive.
"An alcoholic?" I say, making the conversation more real.
Quinn nods and gives me a tight lipped effort smile. One of those smiles you try to give, but nothing comes out. It's not like you really want to smile because you're happy. It's a smile to show someone else you understand or care. A lot of times it's a sad smile.
"Mhm. I've watched him my whole life. And heard stories from my mom. So, I guess I'm just good at recognizing the signs."
I stare at her for a moment, absorbing all that I just heard. She gives me a moment before she starts again.
"I figured it out but I never said anything. I didn't want to make you uncomfortable. I never knew how bad it was, either. But your mom had talked to my mom about it, and I had overheard some stuff."
Our mom's are best friends. It would make sense, Quinn knowing. I think I had assumed her mom knew. Our moms talk all the time.
Part of me is so relieved. Sometimes, the worst part isn't actually telling someone about my dad. It's trying to make them understand it. Filling them in on my entire life. Telling them every story. Making them realize how bad it is, or why I feel the way I feel. But Quinn seems to already understand most of it.
"I'm so sorry," my voice shakes.
Quinn gives me a confused look.
"Brittany, I'm sorry. Why would you be sorry?" she asks.
"For not telling you. You're my best-"
"Brit," she cuts me off. "Do not be sorry. I understand completely. It's not easy to tell. It's not personal, I get it. I'm sorry. I knew something was wrong but I didn't know how to make you feel better. I just, I didn't want to push you. But I wanted to comfort you."
I wrap my arms around her neck and pull her into a hug.
"Thank you," I tell her.
When I pull away, Quinn wipes my tears away and we smile at each other. Suddenly, my chest feels lighter. Something I've been hiding for years is in the open. Sharing secrets is the greatest bond.
We both jump when we hear the trunk jolt open. Quinn smiles at me again and opens the door to jump out. Quinn walks to the trunk to meet Santana.
I thought she went to help put the bags away, but I already heard the trunk close. They must be talking, because they stand there for a few seconds before walking back to their doors. Only this time, Santana jumps in the back with me.
"Mind if I join you?" she smiles.
My face lights up as she slides in next to me.
Quinn smiles at us from the rearview mirror.
I feel bad leaving Quinn alone in the front, but something tells me she had something to do with Santana sitting with me.
"You okay?" Santana asks softly as she brushes hair off my forehead.
Something about her makes me break down. Her eyes see right through mine. I feel like if I lied she would know. But I never want to lie to her, anyway.
I swallow hard as I feel my eyes starting to water.
She grabs my hand and holds it gently in both of hers.
"He's-he's done it before, b-but it just still awful every time," I say softly. My voice is strained and it's clear I'm holding in tears.
She squeezes my hand a little and it makes me want to tell more.
"He told me-" My voice cracks. "How can he-" I can't even say it.
"Brit," Santana whispers. Not because she doesn't want Quinn to hear, but because she doesn't want to upset me by speaking too loudly.
"You're mom told us," she starts. "You don't have to say it."
My chest rises and falls quickly as I let out a suppressed cry. Santana immediately brings me into a hug and tightens her arms around me as I burry my face into the crook of her neck.
"I'm so sorry," she whispers into my ear.
My mom already told them. That's why they were so serious outside. And why they had been acting weird.
I don't have to say it.
Santana makes soft sound in my ear as she rubs her hand up and down my back.
"It'll be okay," she says. I believe her, too. Even if it won't be okay, I'll have her. And for right now, that's helping.
You can hear me shake with every breath I take. Santana pulls me closer.
"You don't deserve this," she whispers.
"This isn't the first time," I manage to get out before I have to take a break to calm down.
"He- he threatens it a lot. At least, recently." I stutter on almost every word. "It just feels...different this time."
"You're mom said she'd text us when she heard anything," Santana starts. "She said she thought he was too drunk," she says so softly and I think I can hear her fighting back tears now, too. "she said he'll probably just pass out."
My mom hadn't told me that. She hadn't really told me anything, actually. We had both just received goodbye texts from my dad. Mine was nicer than my moms, but they were still both upsetting.
My mom tells me he's too selfish to do it. To take his own life. But I think that's exactly why he would do it.
After Santana tells me that, my breathing starts to slow down. I feel a little calmer.
"You know," I say when the cars really quiet. My voice is smooth now. "In some ways it would be better. It sounds awful, I know," I say slowly. I can't believe I'm saying this out loud to them. My mom and I have talked about it, but she understands. They haven't lived it and I don't want them to think I'm an awful person.
"It's just, we're all suffering. Especially him. And if he's not going to get better, then he'd be putting himself out of suffering. And I could remember him now as the great father and person he was when I was younger. I know he was sick then, too. But not this bad. I don't mean that I want him-" I'm trying to justify my thoughts when Quinn cuts me off.
"Brit, it's okay. Don't be sorry. My mom told me she'd thought that, too. Don't feel bad about thinking that."
Her voice is so soft and I'm suddenly so glad she knows.
I sit up from Santana and smile.
"Thanks, you guys." I see them both smile and Santana lets her hand fall on my knee. She gives my leg a squeeze.
I wipe my eyes one last time.
"We're going to Florida," I laugh. "We don't need to be crying the whole time." I smile and I see them eye each other cautiously.
"Seriously," I say. "It's fine. I'll be okay. I'm with my two best friends." I grab Quinn's shoulder and Santana's hand and I give them both a quick squeeze. The only difference is, I don't let go of Santana's hand.
The flight attendants clear the isles and take their seats in the back and I know we're close to take off.
"Shoot, I forgot gum!"
"Here, Brit," Amanda, a senior on the squad, turns around from the row in front of us and hands me a piece. "You guys want some?" she asks Quinn and Santana. Quinn takes one but Santana looks hesitant.
"Trust me," I whisper. She shrugs and takes one.
"Thanks," we all smile.
Amanda's cool. She's pretty good at tumbling, too. She likes me because she thinks I'm funny. I'm pretty goofy when we all hang out, and the rest of the squad usually likes that. Because they need entertainment. They also like me because I bring that side out in Quinn. Sometimes she gets too serious, because she's captain and all, but I make her relax.
"Why do you need gum?" Santana asks confused.
"So you're ears don't pop. You need to chew on something. It helps, trust me." I smile.
"Have you ever been on a plane?" Quinn asks her.
"Not since I was little," she says, nervously looking out her window.
Coach Sylvester calls Quinn's name. She's one row behind us on the opposite side. Quinn leans across the isle to talk to her.
I lean into Santana's ear.
"Are you scared?" I whisper. Because she's looking out the window, her heads away from me, leaving most of her neck exposed. Her hairs in a ponytail, too, so it's all skin. I take a sharp breath, breathing her in. Suddenly, I want to taste her neck so badly. If she didn't turn around to face me, I think I might have.
She snaps around so suddenly that our faces almost collide. I jolt back quickly but we're still so close together. My eyes travel down to her lips. When I realize I'm staring, I bring them back up to her eyes. I give in and let them flicker back and forth a few times, though.
I've wanted to kiss her even more than usual since she comforted me in the car.
"Hm?" Santana asks. I notice her eyes are wide, and I see them trail down to my lips for a second, too.
I forgot I had asked a question. I narrow my eyes trying to remember.
"Oh," she says. "A little," she says so quietly. She looks down, embarrassed.
"Aw," I smile. She looks so cute. I grab her hand. To everyone else, it would seem like a friendly thing to do, so I know it won't freak her out.
"It's okay, I'm right here," I say in a silly, high-pitched voice. She giggles.
"It's not that bad," I say more seriously. "I think it's kind of fun, actually. But if you close your eyes it helps."
The plane starts moving. Not fast, it's just getting on the runway. The sudden movement scares Santana and she quickly sits back against the seat. I giggle as her face turns from relaxed to scared shitless.
"We're not taking off yet," I say in between laughs. She doesn't move her head off the chair but I see her chest fall a little as she lets out her breath.
She closes her eyes and smiles.
I lean in super close and my lips brush against her ear.
"I want to kiss you so badly right now," I whisper so softly I know no one else could ever possibly hear it.
I pull away slowly, just enough so I can see her face. She keeps her eyes closed for a minute. Her smile doesn't falter, but it changes. At first to embarrassed, I think, but then it looks a little more real.
The further I pull away, I realize how red her face is. She's blushing. Hard, too.
I haven't given her a kiss for nothing yet. And that's what I want to do. All of our kisses have been out of desperation. I can't wait until I can sneak one in, just for the heck of it.
I giggle a little more until Quinn taps me on my shoulder. I had forgotten she was even here.
"Sue wants me to go in her room to help her put her cream on tonight," she says, making a disgusted face as she rolls her eyes.
I burst out laughing.
"That's gross!" I laugh. Santana's eyes jolt open and she starts laughing, too. A second later the plane starts take off. It happens too quickly for Santana to even react.
Her eyes widen a little, but she realizes it's already happening and it's too late to freak out. She takes a deep breath and I reach out for her hand. I give it a quick squeeze and she lets out a nervous laugh.
The plane stops the intense acceleration and Santana admits, "You're right, it's kind of fun."
We all laugh a little.
"Did the gum help?" I ask.
"I guess," she shrugs. "I didn't even notice."
"You were probably just too nervous," Quinn laughs.
"Probably," Santana chuckles.
The flights short, just enough time for one movie. Santana brought her computer so we placed it on my tray table because I'm in the middle. Quinn had this cool extra headphone jack thing so we could all wear our own headphones and still listen to the same thing. I begged them to watch Finding Nemo, and even though they both acted like they were too cool for it, neither of them can stop smiling. That's the magic of Disney, I guess.
My favorite part, though, was when the school of fish changes into all different shapes. It's funny, but that's not why it was my favorite. When the fish started impersonating Marlin, my hand accidentally grazed Santana's on the seat. We both flinched at first. Santana and Quinn's tray tables were both down though to hold our water (that's all Coach let us drink), so I realized no one could see. I slowly let my fingers fall over hers, almost as a test. She didn't move her hand at all at first. I started to move my fingers slowly and she gradually flipped her palm over. Then, we held hands. The whole movie. Not the kind of handholds as before. The kind couples do. Where you interlaced your fingers. The whole time, her thumb was making little circles on the back of my hand. Her hands are so soft and warm. It was amazing. Every time she moved a finger and reminded me we were holding hands, I felt butterflies.
I couldn't focus on the movie. I've seen it a million times, so I'm not missing out on too much, but I can't help but think about Santana. She cut Puck out. She's letting me hold her hand. I don't know what it all means. Or what we are. Or where we're going. But I'm so excited to find out.
The hotel is so nice. Being apart of one of the highest ranked cheerleading programs in the nation has its perks. The lobby has this huge fountain. There's a lot of glass. And there's such a cool pool outback. It looks out over this pretty view of the beach and the one side falls over an edge into a waterfall.
It's kind of late so Coach tells us once we check into our rooms we aren't allowed out, but we're pretty tired anyway.
All our rooms are on the 8th floor. But our's is at the other end of the hallway. We're the last room. The rest of the squad is on the other side of the elevator. There's actually only one other room by us and they're across the hall. But no one we know is in it. Then there's the ice and vending machines on the other side of us.
When we open the door, I let out a squeal. There's two queen beds that look so fluffy and comfy with a nightstand in between and a flatscreen TV across the beds hanging on the wall. There's an entire area for a kitchen and a couch and a little table. It kind of looks like we have a suite. Coach may have given us one because of Quinn.
I run in and throw my bag on the first bed and jump onto it. Quinn follows and lets out a squeal, too. Hers isn't as excited as mine, but it's still pretty happy. She throws her bag on the other bed and jumps on it. "These are so comfy!" she says.
We're all pretty tired, though, so that may have something to do with it.
Santana walks in behind Quinn but stops at the foot of the beds.
"Who wants me?" She smirks.
It takes everything I have not to jump her. Her hairs down and her low cut v-neck is hugging her perfectly.
"Brit's a cuddler," Quinn laughs. "I think she'll want you"
I giggle. "She's right. Get over here!" I scream and as soon as she gets close enough I tackle her onto the bed and try to cuddle her into me. She laughs and fake screams as she pretends to kick loose.
"One time I woke up and Brit's head was on my chest and she was hugging my stomach. She literally thought I was her teddy bear," Quinn confesses.
I blush. It's true, though. I'm a cuddler.
Quinn stands up and walks towards the door.
"I thought I was special?" Santana jokes softly into my ear.
"You are," I smile.
"I'm gonna go put her fricken cream on," Quinn complains as she leaves the room. "I don't have a key, let me in?"
"Uh huh," Santana answers.
"Quinn and I don't do this," I whisper as I wait for the door to close.
"Do what?" She asks, sitting up.
We hear the door shut and I immediately push Santana's shoulders down into the mattress. I throw my leg over her so I'm straddling her. I don't give her enough time to talk or think before I press my lips to hers.
A moan escapes her lips and I giggle. She reacts quickly and kisses me back. Her hand starts wandering up my back. I cup her cheek with my hand. My hair starts falling into my face and she brushes it away.
I lick her lips softly until she slowly parts them and I delve my tongue into her mouth. Soon enough, we're gliding our tongues all over each others.
I smile into the kiss as her hands start going lower down my back. I suddenly remember wanting her on the plane and pull my lips from hers and go after her neck. Her back arches the second I make contact.
"B-Brit," she stammers. But I don't stop. It tastes so good.
Her finger nails dig into my butt.
I slow down my kisses when I find a spot that makes her squirm. After a minute, I lift up and look at her face. We're both breathing heavily and our hair is a mess.
"This is going to be the best trip ever," I smile as I lean down and kiss her lips again.
Her lips are so warm and soft and send a chill down my back.
Knock Knock.
"Ugh, let me in," Quinn's voice comes through the door. "She had a freshman put it on her tonight."
"Or the most frustrating," Santana sighs as we both run our hands over our hair and adjust our clothes.
Yay for Florida!
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