Anonymous asked: 21. Kiss on a dare


Brittany's parents celebrate their eighteenth anniversary at the end of June after Brittany's junior year. They decide to go out of town for the weekend and leave Brittany in charge of her sister with promises of babysitting money and strict warnings to behave herself, which includes no parties (as if Brittany would throw a party with her eight year-old sister in the house, who do they think she is?) and no friends allowed.

"But I can invite Santana over, right?" Brittany asks as her mom is rushing out the door and reminding her (for about the billionth time) of the rules. Brittany figures she should double check, even though Santana has always been the exception to her parents' rules; Santana was right there beside her the first time Brittany ever babysat her little sister, so she doesn't see why that has to change now.

"Of course, sweetie," Whitney says teasingly, "We trust Santana more than you anyways."

Brittany rolls her eyes and swats gently at her mom's stomach. "You really shouldn't," Brittany says mildly; sure, she loves Santana, but she's also about seventy percent of the reason they ever get in trouble (Brittany is definitely the other thirty percent, which is pretty much the opposite of when they were kids).

Whitney just smiles and pulls her eldest daughter into a crushing hug kissing her on the forehead before hurrying out the door and calling goodbyes over her shoulder—she had already said her goodbyes to her youngest daughter, who had wandered into the living room after getting bored of hearing the rules yet again.

"Santana's coming over?" an overly excited voice exclaims couch, and Brittany grins a little, preparing to tease her younger sister.

"Oh, I don't know. She's been really busy lately." Which is a complete lie, unless busy means spending every waking moment this summer hanging out with Brittany.

It's been kind of like they're catching up on the time they lost over the course of the school year, except everything feels so much lighter and easier now that both of their feelings are out in the open; even if they themselves aren't out in the open yet, they're finally open with one another, which feels ridiculously freeing.

"Really?" her sister pouts.

"Yeah, I don't want to bother her." Another lie, because she was texting Santana not two minutes ago.

"Britty," her sister whines, drawing out every vowel, "Please ask her. I haven't seen her in forever."

"Hmm," Brittany teasingly contemplates, "I suppose I can try." Tiny arms are thrown around her hips and her sister cheers as Brittany dials Santana's number.

Which is how Santana finds herself at the Pierce's doorstep an hour later with pizza, much to the excitement of both Pierce daughters. Brittany's sister greets her with a long hug and a whining complaint about Santana not being around enough, and Brittany greets her with a soft, searching kiss in the hallway as soon as her sister is occupied finding paper plates in the kitchen.

It's also how Santana finds herself in a game of truth or dare, sitting in front of the coffee table and pressed against Brittany's side. Santana is warm and comfortable, something she isn't often outside of her or Brittany's house or in front of people; Brittany's sister is different because Santana's been around the Pierce house longer than she has, and there isn't anything better to hold over someone's head in exchange for their silence than I used to change your diapers.

It's Santana's turn, and she picks dare because Brittany's sister is awful at coming up with truth questions, but she always manages to imagine wild, ridiculous dares.

"I dare you to," Brittany's sister's eyes dart all over the living room before landing on her parents' wedding picture, her eyes lighting up in excitement. "I dare you to kiss Britty!"

Brittany tenses, barely breathing as she sneaks a glance at Santana, whose eyes are wide and unreadable. "What do you know about kissing, munchkin?" Brittany deflects.

"Lots!" her sister says defensively, "Danny B is always daring girls to kiss him at recess!"

"Danny B sounds like a little punk," Santana says mildly, her voice much steadier than Brittany expected it to be. (To be honest, she kind of expected Santana to have already fled because that's what she's always done before; she's still not quite used to a Santana who doesn't run spitting words of fire at the slightest hint of something deeper than friendship between the two of them, but she's kind of really excited to get used to it now.)

Her sister smiles in a way that's all Santana, smirking and haughty, but still just a little childlike; she looks exactly like Santana used to when she got some elaborate revenge plan in her head. "He kind of is. He tried to kiss me after the end of the year water-fight."

Santana raises her eyebrows and Brittany has half a mind to go and find little Danny B and threaten him to stay the hell away from her baby sister, the fact that he's only eight years-old be damned. "What did you do?" Santana asks carefully.

Her sister shrugs and grins widely. "I kicked him in the shin," she says proudly.

Brittany chokes on her water, Santana's warm palm instantly rubbing soothingly at her back. "You what?" Brittany manages, her eyes watering, "And mom and dad didn't ground you?"

Her sister looks a little worried at Brittany's reaction, but there's still a pleased sparkle in her dark eyes. "The teacher thought that he shouldn't be trying to make girls kiss him when they don't wanna so she just made me stay inside during recess for a couple days instead of telling mom and dad."

"Nice going, munchkin," Santana says with a proud smile. Brittany elbows her and gives her a pointed look. Her sister kind of adores Santana and would do anything to be like her, but Brittany's pretty sure if her sister follows in Santana's scrappy footsteps she's going to have a premature aneurysm, probably multiple ones. "I mean," Santana amends, "Uh, you really shouldn't kick people."

Brittany's sister looks wide-eyed between the two teenagers. "I don't! Only when they deserve it!"

Brittany chews on her lip because she can't say the thought of kicking someone who deserved it hasn't occasionally crossed her mind, but it's different when it's her baby sister. "Next time, maybe try something else," she suggests, "like anything else."

Her sister shrugs and takes a bite of her pizza. "I dunno how to outsmart them like you, Britty," she says matter-of-factly, "So I gotta do something else."

Santana looks at Brittany with eyes so soft and smiling that Brittany's not quite sure what to do with herself, so she quickly turns back to her sister. "Okay, back to the game."

"Oh yeah!" her sister wipes her mouth with the back of her hand even though her napkin is right beside her, "I dared Santana to kiss you!"

Brittany blinks in surprise because she totally forgot about that; by trying to distract her sister from seeing Brittany's blush, she just got them right back to where they started.

"Fine," Santana says faux-dramatically before Brittany can even open her mouth to responds, and before she knows it Santana's fingers are pinching her chin and drawing Brittany's face towards her. She has a brief moment to catch the love and timidness in dark eyes before Santana's lips are pressing chastely to hers. Everything happens so quick that she is only just returning the kiss when Santana pulls away, much to the giggling amusement of her sister.

Santana sits back and gives Brittany a shy smile, so loving and bashful that Brittany quickly finds her hand under the coffee table and traces a heart on her palm. Santana takes a deep breath and dances her fingers across Brittany's thigh before she finally turns back to Brittany's sister.

"Okay, your turn, munchkin," she declares.

"I choose dare!"

"No kissing," Brittany interrupts, eyeing Santana with a soft smile; her sister just scrunches up her nose in disgust at the thought, "That's only for us grownups."