Smutty chapter! Thanks for all the reviews! I love them so much! Hehe enjoy...
Dear Diary,
I know I totally left you hanging last time and I'm so sorry about that, but...Santana came over and spent the night. Some stuff went down. All right, we kissed. That's it though Diary we just kissed, I promise! Well...we kissed...with tongue...on my bed...and my shirt was off...but that's it. No sex. It's not cheating if it's not sex right? Santana told me it's not even cheating because the plumbing is different, which I kind of didn't understand because my plumber is a fat old man with a hairy butt crack. I can't stop thinking about it, about her. What would Artie think? Oh my goodness what would Artie say? He hasn't done anything to me, but I guess I haven't to him either...because plumbing is supposedly a big deal. There are a lot of rules to this that I don't seem to understand. Rachel has been talking to be a lot about rules lately. She's been giving me her allowance money to buy clothes that she wears in hopes of them becoming a trend. Santana says that could never be possible...
"Hey, Brittany we need to talk." Rachel Beery came storming after me in the halls at school. The coat she was wearing made her look like a funny bumble bee. "Why are my leg warmers on your arms." She said.
"I got cold." I simply replied.
"But we had a deal okay, as I explained I am in the midst of a career resurgance. Okay? I am done with boys and I am concentrating fully on my career, now the only way to make a complete comeback is to dominate popular discussion, maybe start a trend or two. I have you half of my allowance so you could take a signature look of mine and make it popular."
"And we decided that leg warmers were more likely to catch on than reindeer sweaters." I said.
"Yes percisely, but it won't work if you insist on wearing them incorrectly."
I stared out into the air blankly, "I didn't realize that there were rules." I said and looked at Rachel Berry freaking out over the smallest of details.
"Of course there are rules, they are leg warmers." She said and barged in front of me, halting in the hall.
I looked down at the pink leg warmers wrapped around my arms, "Well can I wear them that way tomorrow? I wore a tank top today because I thought it was summer, no one taught me how to read a calender."
"Fine, fine. And when people ask you who gave you the inspiration for your new accessory you're gonna say I'm just copying..."
"I'm just copying Rachel Berry." I said knowing the end of her sentence. She has told me several times to repeat this line in case anyone asks me.
She nodded her head, "Perfect."
I watched her storm off through the filled halls as my body shivered a bit from a breeze of cold air. I knew I should have worn a jacket or something.
"Aren't you cold?" I turned around and saw Santana walking up to me.
I shook my head, "No." I lied. I was freezing. Goosebumps were even starting to form on my shoulders. "Leg warmers." I said pointing at the leg warmer on my left arm.
Santana looked at me with the squint of an eye, she was definitely not buying it. "You have goose bumps all over your neck." She said. Her hands faintly went over the small bumps on my neck for just a second. Even more goose bumps began to run all over my body. I think those little ants were crawling in my skin again.
"I'm fine." I said, trying to take her eyes off of the multiplying bumps on my skin.
"Are you sure?" She said, "I have a jacket in my locker you can use."
"I think I'll be okay, thanks though." I said and looked at my pink leg warmers.
Santana grabbed my arm and looked at the pink things covering my arms, "Where did you get these things anyway? Aren't leg warmers like super 80's? And don't they go on your legs?" She began to pick at the leg warmers, stretching them every which way.
I tried to move so she would stop touching me, if she did I think I may explode from major goose bumpage. "I'm just copying Rachel Berry." I said shifting my body around even more.
She took her hands away from my arms, "Okay?" She trailed off confused. "Well I guess I'll see you later when you're a little less weird." Santana gave me a funny look before hauling her backpack over her shoulder and heading to her next class.
"Bye." I awkwardly mumbled and pulled up my leg warmers a little bit. This was going to be an awkward day.
I tried my best to pay attention to Artie during school, but it just wasn't working too well. Artie says it's because I am on a post-Valentines Day low, but maybe I'm just on a post-Valentines Day Santana high? Nothing seemed to get my thoughts off of her, until the boys started dressing like Justin Beiber. I have to admit Diary, I am strangely attracted to the Biebster. He does oddly look like a girl and his hair makes him look like some kind of tiny lesbian. Even Santana is low-key obsessed with him, she always seems to fan her face whenever she sees one of his music videos. We even have had a conversation of what we would do to him if he were in our beds.
"I think Justin Beiber and I would make great scissoring partners." I said. Santana and I were watching a video segment on MTV about Justin Beiber.
"You do know Justin Beiber is a boy right?" Santana replied.
I took a double take at the screen and squinted my eyes, "Are you sure?"
Santana nodded, "We could have a threesome though?"
It took me a while to get over my shock that Justin Beiber was not a lesbian. I think he would make a really good one, right? I think the boys are all in love with him or something, each and every one of them have been dressing up as him and it is awkwardly turning all the girls on. Isn't he like a baby? That's what one of his songs says anyway. I wonder if he gets all his clothes from Kids R Us like Rachel does? They probably hang out there together all the time. I didn't see him when I went there though, maybe he only goes at super secret wee hours of the night so no young girls will mob him? And no Diary I don't just go to Kids R Us just for fun…anymore. I went there because Rachel Berry asked me to…
"Okay, the only way to proceed is for you to come to school dressed exactly like me." Rachel was standing in front of me again. She seemed to be bugging me a lot this week. I looked her up and down, examining her outfit.
"What is that look called?" I asked.
"Sexy school-girl librarian sheik." She said with a smile, "Alright you better get a move on okay because Kids R Us closes at six p.m. sharp." She patted me on the shoulder, "Go Brittany."
I tried to look at her outfit one more time before she walked off beside me. I don't know if I could pull that look off. I decided to go to my locker and grab my wallet, this was about to be an extreme shopping spree.
"Why have you two been talking so much?" Santana always seemed to find me at the most random parts of the day.
"Hi." I said simply ignoring her question. I opened my locker in search for my wallet, "Have you ever been to Kids R Us?" I asked.
"Okay…you're starting to act a little less weird." She said still standing by my locker.
I smiled as I finally found it buried beneath some books, "Do you want to go with me to Kids R Us?"
"Why are you going there?" She asked.
"Rachel has been giving me her allowance money to dress like her. She wants me to start a trend or something." I held up the mass amounts of cash in my hand.
Santana saw the money and instantly smiled a bit, "I'll drive?"
…we ended up spending about half of Rachel's money on some things we wanted and then finally went to Kids R Us. It was easier than I thought to find stuff that was considered 'sexy school girl librarian sheik'…
"Look a carousel horse sweater." Santana said looking at a burgundy sweater. "This is totally Rachel Berry." We were searching around the store for a while now. The entire clothe collection screamed Rachel and we were going to have to do a lot to make this look hot.
"Save that." I said looking around at another clothing rack. "Look they have more in all different colors." I wondered how many people actually bought these things. I looked to my left and saw a mother and her child picking out the same sweater. "What else does Rachel buy?"
Santana lifted a hand, "Plaid skirts with odd colored stockings."
"Of course." I nodded. "What is plaid?" I asked looking at some skirts with stripes on them. "Are they like…confused stripes? Or are they striped squares?" I held up a plaid skirt to my face. "I don't understand."
Santana chuckled and grabbed the skirt from me, "Save this too and try it on."
"Okay." I said and she shoved all the clothes into my hands. "I wonder if the dressing rooms are kid sized as well." I thought aloud and headed towards the dressing rooms.
"I'll bring you some shoes." Santana said walking off to the shoe department. "Size seven?" She asked. I smiled at the fact that she knew my shoe size.
I nodded, "Yeah." I stood there admiring her.
"Are you going to go or what Brittany." She said looking at me strangely. "Or you could just stand there in a daze and I can take Rachel Berry's money somewhere else."
My face flushed with some slight embarrassment, as I still stood there not able to move. I was paralyzed with embarrassment. "Leaving." I said and walked off.
This store was kind of scary. Little children were eyeing me from every aisle wondering what I was doing there. I felt like they were going to mob me or something. Is there such a thing as children gangs? I found my way to the dressing room and the woman working there greeted me with a giant smile.
"Hi there." The woman said, "Are you waiting for your child or…"
"Uh. No. I don't have a child. Well at least not yet, maybe when I'm fifty-five." I begin to ramble when I don't know what to say. "I have four articles of clothing." I finally finished.
"Okay right over here." She said and led me to a dressing room door. I looked at the dressing room and it was extremely small. I felt like I was a giant. I opened the door and squeezed inside, trying to hang up the clothes that were in my hands.
"Okay, first outfit." I said to myself and grabbed a plaid skirt from the hanger. I took off my legwarmers and skirt. My elbows bumped into the walls of the dressing room as I began to undress. When I finally got the plaid skirt on I turned around and looked in the mirror. This outfit wasn't actually that bad. I felt really smart and school girl-ish wearing it.
"Britt, I have your shoes." Santana knocked on the door. I opened the door and revealed my skirt.
"Do I look like Rachel Berry?" I asked showing her my outfit. "Maybe I should get new bangs or something?" I played with my hair.
Santana looked down at my skirt, "That actually doesn't look bad on you." She handed me the shoes she found. They were some funny looking flats. "Can I do something to make it look even better on you?" She asked still looking down at my plaid skirt.
I nodded, "Sure, but I don't know what you would do."
"Let me in." She said and motioned for me to move away from the door so I could let her inside.
"Uh, it's kind of small." I replied shyly.
Santana rolled her eyes, "Just let me show you." She said and pushed me aside.
The filling of her body made the space even smaller.
"Okay, this is what you do." Santana began and stood behind me. "I use to do this all the time with my skirts in middle school." Her arms wrapped around the front of my skirt and her hands began to tug at the hem. I think she was starting to roll them up. My body softly shivered at the touch of her hands on the small bare part of my stomach. Her hands were still working their way around my waist, to the sides and to the back, rolling up the hem of my skirt. She finished the first roll and my skirt went up my knees almost three
inches.
"There. Now it's a sexy school girl outfit." She said admiring my short skirt in the mirror. "Rolling up the skirt always makes it look a little better…and hotter." I could see her eyes looking down my legs. "Now try on that top." She said and pointed to a sweater I had hung up on the hanger. I took it off the wall and handed it to Santana. I nervously eyed Santana before I began to take off my top. I suddenly became a little self-conscious of her watching me so intently. I finally got my shirt off when Santana suddenly stopped me.
"Wait." She said as soon as my shirt hit the dressing room floor. I turned around to her, my stomach exposed with my skirt still on.
"What?" I asked, and then turned around to look back at the mirror. Santana inched behind me again, I could feel the tips of her boobs on my back. They felt squishy.
"You're skirt can still go a little higher." She said in my ear. Her hands went back down to my waist, but this time every finger roamed around slower than before. Her thumbs when inside the hem of my skirt and she rolled my skirt up one more time. I could feel her breathing on the back of my neck and goose bumps started to form. I looked in the mirror and she was looking me straight in the eyes as her hands went up my bare sides, I tried to hold back a quiet moan, but it still managed to escape my lips.
"Santana…" I whimpered as my hand placed up against the mirror holding me up, "What was it you said about the plumber?" She ignored my statement as her lips began to climb up my neck. I bit my lips, I loved when she did that. "I've missed your sweet lady kisses." I smiled.
Santana took her lips away from my neck, "Brittany, could you stop talking for like one minute?" She asked looking me in the mirror. "You look extremely sexy right now and I don't really talk during." She said.
My eyes scrunched, "During what?"
She rolled her eyes a little and pushed my front side up against the mirror a little roughly, her fingers adventured to the bottom of my skirt and started to lift it up.
"Shouldn't we not be doing this in a children's store…" I said before her fingers began to flow in between my thighs. I tried to hold in my moan in fear that the woman outside would hear. "San…" I breathed heavily.
"You don't want people to hear us do you?" She whispered in my ear. "Stay as quiet as you can." She said and her fingers went further between me, reaching my panties. I gulped, trying my hardest not to let anything out. Her left hand began to go up my stomach while her right hand went inside my panties and began doing circles. Her free hand grasped my breast and my body pressed against the mirror in front of me. My heavy breathing began to make fog marks on the mirror. Shit, I thought to myself. This was extremely hot and I was supposed to stay as quiet as I could? I don't know if I can do that. Santana's finger did a hard thrust inside me and my hands slammed against the walls of the dressing room in a mixture of shock and pleasure. I'm sure the woman outside thought there was some kind of fight going on within our dressing room.
My mouth opened, but only little whimpers came out. She began thrusting in and out while her thumb managed to massage my clit in circles. Santana was good with her hands, that's for sure.
I bit my lips extremely hard, "I don't know if I can stay quiet San…" I whispered. Her fingers began to move a little faster and I could feel my stomach filling.
Santana's lips went back to my neck and her left hand began taking down the straps of my bra off my shoulders. She began to nibble down my neck even further.
Stay quiet Brittany, is all I could think of, but I could feel myself coming closer to the edge. Her fingers slipped there way out of me and all of her fingers were focused on my clit, going up and down and doing more circles. My back arched in pleasure and my head rested on the front of Santana's shoulder right next to her face. I could feel her grinning as her fingers moved faster and faster. My eyes shut, I was so close.
I put my hands up against the mirror again to prepare myself.
"Quiet Brittany…" Santana whispered, as she knew I was getting even closer. Her fingers began to rub harder and faster. Every circle got me closer and closer. My breathing was getting heavy and Santana's lips kept biting and biting.
I couldn't keep quiet; I knew something was going to come out of my mouth no matter what. With one last rub of her hand I closed my eyes and came undone, a loud moan escaped my lips and her other hand quickly covered my mouth.
"What did I say Brittany?" She said with her eyes widened, but a small little grin forming.
I nervously bit my lip, "I couldn't help it." I said. Suddenly, a wild knock hammered on the outside of the door.
"Is everything alright in there?" It was the woman working outside, she totally heard me.
"Everything is fine." Santana said and looked at me with those eyes.
I nodded, "Yeah, I just…moaned in delight about how awesome this outfit looks on me." I said making something up. The outfit did look really good on me…until Santana took it off.
Santana looked at me and shook her head a bit as I stood there and gave her a shrug, "Really?" She said and grabbed the carousel sweater and pulled it over my head.
"This outfit actually looks really good on you." She said looking me in the mirror. "I might have to try it on myself."
Santana ended up buying an entire outfit at Kids R Us that day, she said she looked smart and sexy at the same time. I don't think I could ever look at a carousel horse the same ever again. Anyway, after I started dressing like that to school everyone started to dress like me. Even Quinn and Tina bought the same sweaters, but in different colors. I felt like Regina George…pictures were even posted of me on the internet…it was totally cool. I felt like a mini celebrity…
"Brittany, I'm trying to stage a comeback here." Rachel pleaded in front of me in the halls.
"Okay, but what exactly are you coming back from?" I asked looking at her with concern. She kept telling me she was coming back, but she never really told me what she was coming back from.
Rachel looked to the side in confusion, muttering a few empty words.
"Listen, I'm going to give you some tough love right now. You're not a trendsetter, when people look at you they don't see what you're wearing. They see a cat getting it's temperature taken…and then they hear it screaming. I'm really sorry but I have to go I have a interview with teen vogue." I said smiling and walked down the halls to see Quinn, Tina and Santana standing by some lockers.
"Seriously, what does Rachel think she is wearing?" Quinn said by the lockers, looking at Rachel's outfit in disgust.
"Hey guys." I said happily.
"You look amazing." Tina smiled and looked at my outfit.
"Thanks," I said. "I feel like I should be the devil of prada or something." I grinned at Santana, all I could think about was the dressing room whenever I looked at her.
"Walk with me to class?" I asked Santana.
She grinned, "Yeah."
I waved goodbye to Quinn and Tina and put my books to my side.
We began walking, "That outfit looks really good on you." I said trying to make some conversation. It was strange to me that she never even seemed to bring up the event in the dressing room days before.
"Thanks." She replied, "So um, how about you come over tonight? We could pop in a movie or something?" Santana asked waiting for a reply.
"I can't." I said. Even though I would love to get my sweet lady kisses on. "I have an interview, I'm going with Artie and then we are going out later."
She folded her arms in anger, "Well tell me how your interview went." She simply said.
"We could hang out another time?" I suggested. I so wanted to.
She shook her head, "Whatever. I'll make my own plans tonight." I saw her look over at Sam and Quinn standing by some lockers.
"I'm sorry, I promised Artie…" I said nervously, seeing the anger in her face rise.
"Why didn't you tell me you had an interview?" She asked interrupting my sentence, "I helped you pick out those outfits, I could have gone with you."
Crap. She was totally right. I didn't even think of telling her. I didn't even think. Why don't I think sometimes? "I don't know." I shrugged, "I told him about it…I must have forgot-"
"Whatever. I'll see you at rehearsal." She said and stormed off towards Sam as he began walking away.
I looked down at the ground. I knew I messed up.
"Hey." Artie said. Even when I was feeling in a bad mood Artie's words seemed to cheer me up. He wheeled over to me as I watched Santana walk away. He looked back at her and frowned.
I smiled, "Hi." And gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"Ready to go?" He asked, "I'll give you a ride to the parking lot?" He smiled sweetly and patted his leg. I smiled widely; I loved riding with Artie on his wheelchair.
"Don't run me over this time." I smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck.
He nodded, "Girl I got you."
When I got back from my interview it was like the entire world changed…well not the world…but Santana was sitting all over Sam and it came out of nowhere. When did that happen? Whenever we get into the littlest of arguments she seems to run off to one of the guys for a quick one. Why does she do that? She was all over him, right in front of Quinn and in front of everyone. I couldn't help but look…were they dating? Did they just come back from a magnet shop and were suddenly magnetized to each other? Because they were super close. Even Tina and Mercedes were shocked. I swear, Quinn and Sam were dating like a couple hours before that…and then they suddenly weren't. I didn't get it…
Oh, I did well at my interview Diary, in fact, I have a photo shoot bright and early tomorrow! So I should get to bed.
Sweet dreams. I'll probably be dreaming of carousel horses…and magnets…magnet carousel horses…goodnight!
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