Brittany – 26th May 2011
What am I doing here? I'm here for like three hours and I just want to go home. But what don't you do for your best friend?
She sits in a corner of the house, probably putting her tongue in her boyfriend's mouth. I like Santana and I'm happy that she's happy, but Puck is an idiot and I pray to God, that she realizes this anytime soon.
Until then I'm playing nice and be friendly to him.
"You really don't want to drink anything, Britt? Not even a beer?", Rachel pokes at my side, holding her bottle in front of me. Rachel was the one, who introduced us to another. We are like the three musketeers, but my friendship with the Latina is much deeper now. This is because Rachel doesn't have much free time and except from school we don't see her that often.
Rach works hard for her dream to become an actress. If she doesn't get an Oscar in the next 20 years, then I don't know what's fair.
"Nope, I'm driving home after midnight, so San can't be mad at me."
I promised to sing her a birthday serenade before I go home and in exactly 42 minutes I can do that.
"Come on, B, you're always the first who leaves, stay longer. Drink something, it's going to be funny.", Rachel puts her arm around my shoulder, "We see each other only seldom, so we should use every minute, shouldn't we?"
Her pout works. Santana and Rachel are pros in it, I can't deny them anything as soon as they look at me, like I'm their mother and told them that we don't go to McDonalds because we have bread at home.
"I'll stay till 2am, is it a deal?"
"Yesss! And now we're drinking a shot", she pulls away from me, turns around euphorically and searches for a bottle.
"You're drinking alcohol without me Britt? I'm disappointed", Santana comes out of nowhere with the same pout as Rachel.
"Both of you are weirdos", I shake my head, while getting a shot glass in my hand.
Vodka.
"But you love us", Delilah wraps an arm around my waist and grins.
"Says who?"
"Hey, tell me you love us", she orders and get's a glass too.
"I don't know", shrug my shoulders and then both my cheeks are getting licked.
Santana and Rachel are creeps. I'm the normal one and sometimes I ask myself how I'm putting up with them.
"How does my make-up taste?"
"Excellent", Rachel replies, who also has a shot glass in her hand.
"I love you both", I clink my glasses with them and then ex my shot. While I'm staying cool, my girls shake their head because of the vodka.
"I still can't believe that alcohol doesn't do anything to you."
"Not everyone is as sensitive as you.", I put the glass down triumphantly as someone shouts "Spin the bottle" from the living room.
Argh, not that stupid game.
"Let's go", Santana says, tucking at my hand to move me to the living room. Rachel takes my other hand, so I have no chance to escape.
A minute later I'm sitting in a circle between my best friends. Most of the people I know from school, but I'm not really talking to them. I have my few people I call friends, while Santana is friends with the whole school. You can see it because here are so many people.
The rules of the game are easy. It goes clockwise, everyone spins the bottle. Who she points at must be kissed. Refuses on of them, both have to take off a piece of clothing. If the bottle points to yourself, you can choose two people who have to kiss.
Luckily I'm still not been kissed in the game. I don't know why so many people my age are hormonal, I'm definitely not. So I'm still praying that it stays that way.
Rachel wasn't that lucky, she had to kiss three people so far.
Santana is the next one, like me still without a kiss. I'm curious what her boyfriend says, when she has to kiss one of his friends. He rather sits on the couch and watches the whole thing
Santana spins the bottle and after a few seconds she stops right after her, so she points at me.
"Lucky me", she grins at me.
"Why? I can refuse", I grin back.
I have no problem with that. I'm wearing a top under my blouse. Santana would have had the problem with her dress. I don't think Puck is going to like it.
"Ah come on, I already licked your whole face, a kiss isn't the end of the world for you."
I see the confused looks from the other ones, I bet they think about, what type of friendship we have.
"You're lucky your birthday is around", I give in, lay my hand on her cheek and kiss her. I feel her smile against my lips and the way she kisses me back shortly until I'm breaking away from her.
I see her smirking from the corner of my eye as I spin the bottle. I see myself already choosing two people, but the bottle has other plans, she stops at Santana.
"Did you manipulate the bottle or what?", Rachel laughs, because the coincidence is strange.
"Am I qualified for a second kiss, or do you threaten with refuse again?", San wiggles her eyebrows.
I rub my hand over my chin, so I look like I'm thinking about it, as Santana makes the decision and puts her hand on my cheek before her lips are on mine.
I kiss her back, feel her opening her mouth, how her tongue pushes against my lips. In a reflex I open my mouth and soon our tongues teasing each other.
I taste the vodka but also the sweet cocktails she had tonight.
I'm not really thinking as I slide my hand behind her neck, pulling her closer to me. It doesn't bother Santana, because she puts her other hand on my thigh, slides it up and down.
I realize what we're doing as soon as someone says "Get a room!", and "You're in for a threesome?".
We separate and look at each other, both with a grin on our faces.
"Alright, before you two rip each other clothes off, I'm going to spin", Rachel takes the attention away from us.
"Are you mine forever? Now that I also licked you from the inside?", my best friend jokes quietly in my ear, starts giggling.
"I'm always yours, whether you lick me…from both sides or not", I answer, and the Latina puts her arm around me and lays her head on my shoulder.
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With the ukulele in one and a cake in the other hand, I follow Santana into her room.
It's 12:30 am and finally I have the chance to give her my birthday gift, because there were like 200 people before me.
Since we are friends, I give her my presents in private. I'm not ashamed but she is the birthday girl, so the present is just for her.
"The cake smells so good, I already drool", her eyes scan the cake, I baked for her. It's a tradition that I bake her a birthday cake. Every year it's a different flavor.
"Strawberry- Cheesecake", I tell her the flavor of this one.
"Can I marry you? Then you bake me a cake not only on my birthday, but every day."
"Then you won't get older than 20, because the sugar high will kill you."
"At least I die happy, your backing skills are from another world."
"Flattering will get you nowhere, honey."
"It was worth a try", she gives me a cheeky grin and sits down on her bed.
"But you can be honored, because you're the first person who get's a taste of my skills", I sit down across from her. Santana already has the cake and is now cutting a piece of it.
"Because I caught you trying, right?"
I play the ukulele for a few months. I really wanted to learn an instrument so why not this? Santana likes my voice and asked me if I could sing her a song and how could I deny her this wish?
"Maybe?", I shrug my shoulders and sit up properly, "I have chosen a great song, you will love it."
"Wait a second, I want to try the cake quickly", she stops me.
Curiously I look at her, waiting for a statement. She picks up the fork and puts it in her mouth. Her eyes are getting big as she chews the cake.
"Holy shit, I don't want marry you, I want to marry this cake", she smiles at me, makes me laugh.
"You replace me so fast?"
"You taste good, but the cake wins", she refers to our kiss, eats more of it.
"Can I play or should I leave you two alone?"
"I'm ready", she lays the fork away and so I start playing the strings.
"Our day will come,
And we'll have everything.
We'll share the joy,
Falling in love can bring", I sing the first verses and her face lights up.
"No on can tell me that I'm too young to know,
I love you so,
And you love me."
She likes it, I see it in her face. I'm not the best singer and I can't play the ukulele like a pro, but it looks like it's enough for her.
"Our day will come
If we just wait a while", she starts singing with me and soon the song is a duet. We smile like idiots so it's hard to sing, but still, Santana sounds like an angel.
Her voice is a dream. I'm 100 percent sure that she is going to be a famous singer one day. Or an actress. I watch every performance of the theater club just because of her and Rachel.
"Our day will come
Our day will come", we sing the last words and I play the last sound with the ukulele.
"I marry you and the cake, okay? This was beautiful, I don't know what to say", she takes the ukulele out of my hand before she throws her arms around my neck.
"You love Amy Winehouse, and this song is stuck in my head for months because of you. Maybe I sing another one to you next year."
"You can sing this song every year, I don't care as long as you sing."
"Feliz cumpleaños, best friend", I congratulate her.
"Mejor amiga."
"What?", I lose our embrace.
"Best friend means major amiga."
"You can be happy, that I can pronounce feliz cumpleaños properly."
Santana tries to teach me Spanish for over a year now, but I'm a hopeless case.
"I'm proud of you…and thanks for the greatest gift I ever received."
"It's just a cake and a song."
"No, it's so much more", Santana shakes her head and throws herself into my arms again.
A little ride into the past, when everything started:)