A/N: Another Chapter. A set up for a crazy weekend and more story on Brittany and her sister. Please R&R! Thanks!
The storm blew in before either of us could put up our guard.
"Brittany, honey, have you seen the keys to the guest house," my mother said, opening the door as if it was never locked in the first place, and rattling both Rachel and I from our slumber. Rachel futilely slid under the blankets, hoping she was never spotted, and I lifted the sheets up to my chin to hide my naked body.
"They're on the dresser," I groaned, rubbing some sleep from my eyes, "What do you need them for?"
"I'm going to open it up for Alex and Stevey," my mother announced as she sorted through the things on my dresser until she found the keys, "Remember they're staying for the weekend and your father are going to visit your sister. I know you'll treat our guests with the utmost respect."
"Respect," I laughed and rolled over, my knees bumping into Rachel's chest as I moved, "How do you show respect to people who don't understand the meaning of the word. Last time Alex and Stevey were here, your entire wardrobe was placed in the pool while they played beer pong with the neighbours daughters."
"They've grown," my mother shrugged, "And you're here to make sure they don't get into any trouble."
"Great," I groaned, "Just kill me now."
"Oh, don't be so dramatic, Brittany," my mother sighed, "It won't be as bad as you think. Anyway, you're father and I will be leaving in an hour or so, we will tell Kaylee you said 'hello'."
"Whatever," I grumbled.
My mother almost floated her way to the door and just before she closed it she said, "Oh and good morning Rachel."
Rachel poked her head up from beneath the covers and said, "Good morning Mrs, Pierce."
The door shut behind my mother and then Rachel and I began giggling uncontrollably.
"Oh my god, she knows everything," Rachel gasped in horror, but managed to continue laughing after she said it.
"Who cares," I laughed, finding this the best time to instill a tickle attack on her. Her giggles were even louder as she tried to squirm and flail my hands away. There were even a few snorts. Somehow the tickle attack turned into me attacking Rachel's lips, sucking hard on her bottom lip and giving it a gentle bite before pulling back. She smiled a half sleepy smile that was the sexiest thing I had ever witnessed and wished for the rest of my life I could wake up next to Rachel.
"So who are Alex and Stevey," Rachel asked, her finger tracing my bottom lip as I rested on top of her, fitting so perfectly between her legs as I always did.
I rolled my eyes, "Only the most annoying cousins I've ever had."
"So why aren't you going to visit your sister with your parents," Rachel asked softly, her eyes falling to my chest, not wanting to meet my eyes.
"Because I have two annoying cousins to look after," I answered, smartly, "They may be 19 but that doesn't mean they're adults. Or smart even."
"Well I'll be there to help you out-"
"Oh Rach, I don't think that's such a good idea."
"Why not?"
"They're very good at pulling pranks and tricks and I really don't want you getting caught up in it."
"You think I'm too gullible to be around them, I'll have you know-"
"Okay, fine, you can stay, but I've warned you."
She smiled at that then pulled me back down to her lips, gently sliding our lips against each other as we just enjoy being entwined with one another. In the brightness of the morning sunlight, I don't feel Rachel slipping away, I don't have those flashes before my eyes, it's just Rachel and I taking on the world.
"You haven't asked me, it's been making me a bit nervous," she said softly, almost shyly.
"Asked you," I questioned, trying to rack my brain as to what she could be thinking about.
"The dance," Rachel said, with a twang of annoyance, "The dance that is tomorrow night."
"Oh," I replied forgetting entirely about the dance, "I didn't think I'd have to ask."
"Well with everything going on with, well you know, Santana, and everything now with your cousins, I thought maybe you didn't want to go," Rachel said, but it was entirely evident she wanted to go.
I tried to work through how to leave my cousins alone while I went to the dance and not getting into a fist fight with Santana at the dance. It was a lot to think about. Even so, I knew that I had to take Rachel to the dance. I had to somehow block out everything that was going on in my life right now and go to the dance. It felt like too much, though. It felt like too much for one person to handle. But that was the life of a teenager, wasn't it?
"Rachel Berry, will you please go to the dance with me."
"I thought you'd never ask."
I took my usual nap in my American History class after lunch, well I don't think I was quite asleep but I was definitely dozing. Images of my sister once again filled my head.
It was a sunny day playing an innocent game of tag until I realized that all the grown ups had gone inside and it was just Kaylee and me. All of a sudden there was a hard smack against my cheek and I heard her menacing giggle.
"You're it," she screamed, in a voice that could never have been hers and she took off running. At first I was completely stunned by the smack in the face, but then after that I was just angry. Angry that my sister thought she could hit me and get away with it.
I chased her all along the grassy side of the hill, dodging trees and darting over shrubs as I ran faster than I ever had before. I imagined I was a cheetah chasing my prey, leaping into tree tops, claws tearing into tree after tree as I sprang from one tree to the next, closing in on my gazelle. I felt like I was on a natural high and as if I was invincible. Suddenly my gazelle darted out onto the rocky shoreline of the lake, tracing the outer edge of the water.
She won't dare to go in the water, I said to myself as I tripped over a few rocks and regained my balance, Mom and dad would kill her.
Suddenly, she stopped, her eyes turning back at me, as if she had read my thoughts and she stuck one foot into the lake. It was if she was testing me, and something in her face made me stop in place and not come any closer to her.
Her laughter filled the air once again as she ran full speed into the water, completely soaking her blue shorts and the bottom of her light blue t-shirt. She turned back towards me, eyes narrowing against mine, "Well aren't you gonna catch me."
"We're not suppose to go in the water," I reminded her, but that only made her laugh again.
"Don't be such a crybaby," she replied, but when she saw that I wasn't moving any closer towards her, her smile disappeared, "Don't make me come get you."
I glanced down at the water, lapping against the rocks in front of me. I didn't want to go in, but I was more afraid of what Kaylee would do if I didn't. Timidly, I put one foot into the water, feeling the water flood my sneaker and soak my sock, then came the second foot. I probably took a good ten minutes to get over towards her, but if I had known what she was going to do I would never have gone at all.
Once I was close enough, she grabbed my arm, twisted it around my back and then pushed my whole body down under the water. I tried to kick and use all my strength to get her hands off me. I just needed one little breath, that's it, if I could just get my head up high enough. I could feel my strength leaving me, a feeling of complete hopelessness and defeat settled over me and although my hands still pried at hers, I knew that only she could decide whether I lived or died. The thought was ridiculous.
Kaylee would never hurt me.
My sister would never kill me.
Not like I killed her.
You know that feeling when you're just lingering on consciousness and unconsciousness and you suddenly feel like you're falling and somehow you slam down against your bed as if you actually had been falling? That's what happened to me in history class. Suddenly, my body slammed down against my chair and with a scream cut short, as I remembered my surroundings, my teacher rolled her eyes and spoke as if it was part of her lesson plan, "And welcome back Brittany Pierce."