Chapter 36
I felt my gaze lingering on Santana's toned legs peeking out from her Cheerios shorts - which I noticed that Quinn was also wearing. While Quinn was wearing a baby tee, Santana had on an off shoulder top. I raised my eyebrow at the sight. Wasn't that my top that Santana was wearing? It had to be, since it was way too big for her thus showing off some skin.
Wait a minute. If Santana was wearing my shirt, then what was I wearing? I looked down at my shirt and realised that there was way too much expanse of skin showing as Santana's shirt was definitely the wrong size for me. I tried to pull the top lower to at least cover my belly button. The top was hardly even longer than the sports bra that I had on underneath. Santana's shirt! No wonder it felt so tight, I groused.
I must've grumbled out loudly because 3 sets of eyes turned to look at me. I blushed under their stares - well, mostly under Santana's roaming eyes that very obviously looked at my exposed everything from my legs up to my abs up to my eyes.
She smirked as I gazed into those deep brown eyes of hers. I flushed under her gaze as she held her hand out to me. I automatically walked towards her. Well, more like towards the hot chocolate that she held out in her hand that she made for me.
While I didn't need a caffeine pick me up like Santana did, I always loved myself some chocolate in the mornings. Well, or any time of the day, really. You never need a reason for chocolate!
I accepted the cup graciously and fell in beside Santana whose arm snaked around my waist. Her touch brought tingles to my skin as her fingertips slowly tickled the exposed flesh around my hips.
She leaned in for a one armed hug and I reciprocated. I took a sip of my chocolate and took a whiff of the hair that was firmly tucked under my chin and was nestled comfortably there. I gave Santana a squeeze and met her twinkling brown eyes.
The awkwardess that was present the day before didn't really make it's presence known today. The 3 of us, with the exception of Quinn who went to wash up and change out of her jammies, had retreated to the living room where we were just sipping on our coffees and chocolates. I, on the other hand, was happily comfortable in Santana's barely there shirt and not much else. Santana had my legs propped up on her lap and was giving me the softest of scratches that occasionally turned into massages on my bare feet. It was nice.
We had had a healthy meal, with Mercedes complaining about how unfair it was that us 3 skinny white bitches could eat all we wanted without gaining an ounce of fat, prompting Santana to go on a tirade in Spanish about how she isn't white at all. Okay ...
I personally didn't see what Mercedes was complaining about. In my opinion, she has got her own sexy curves and a nice rack to go along with that ass of hers.
I looked at Quinn who finally joined us in the living room, in her flowery dress and lifted my eyebrows at Quinn's demure next door girl look. Personally, I'd find Mercedes more attractive than I would Quinn. But then again, I never quite had a thing for blondes. It was too confusing, possibly dating someone that looked like they could be a relative of yours. Brunettes are definitely way sexier.
On the other hand, there was Santana. Who was a brunette. And definitely knew how to rock sexy. Hmm. I looked at Santana and found myself losing my train of thought. Anyway.
It was a great start to the morning indeed. I even caught Quinn's soft smile directed at us and I suddenly understood what she meant last night. Oh.