The evening was turning out much better than Brittany had anticipated all day. For starters, Quinn was a no-show to their little Cheerio sleepover, which was just fine by Britt. Santana had seemed a little disappointed as she hung up the phone but Brittany knows it's because they've been trying to out-do each other for the better part of the year and Santana had jumped through hoops securing alcohol for their little get together even though she assured Quinn she had easy access to her dad's liquor cabinet. Although true, Mr. Lopez would have their heads if they came anywhere near it, and he would know right away if anything was missing. Brittany and Santana had learned that lesson their freshman year when they'd tried to sneak taking a shot out of one bottle at a time. Her father, a man rather fond of his scotch collection, had noticed pretty much right away and they'd been in a world of trouble for weeks.
But not tonight. Tonight the Lopezes were attending a family wedding in Florida that Santana had happily skipped and they had enough alcohol to throw a party, but they weren't. Instead they were stuck playing a risky game of truth or dare. Alone.
"Not coming?" Britt smirked before licking the salt on top of her left hand and tipping back the shot of tequila in her right.
"Ugh, no, that whore just bailed," Santana grumbled and set her phone down, watching Brittany bite into a lime wedge and grimace.
"Fuck," she put the shot glass down hard on the kitchen counter. "You know, this would be a lot funner if you let me lick the salt off of you..." Brittany wiggled her eyebrows at her and Santana laughed, all teeth and amusement at the suggestion.
Britt loved that sound and smile so much, even if it meant she was still friend-zoned. They'd met at Cheerios camp almost two years prior, Brittany's family had just moved to Lima from Santa Fe and Santana was already popular among the McKinley Cheerio prospects from having cheered in junior high. Although Britt had never cheered before, she was an accomplished dancer, and Santana had picked up on her talent almost immediately. Britt had seen the intention to make her Santana's pet in those dark eyes of hers from the beginning and had been fighting hard against it ever since. Not like she had that much game back home but the hormones had already kicked in and she'd been fooling around with some of her girlfriends back in New Mexico. Sure it was all curiosity and games for them, but Brittany wasn't a little girl anymore. She wasn't exactly your average teenage girl, either. She had a dick and the early sex drive that came along with having one. Her attraction to Santana wasn't even a little bit discreet. Sadly, almost two years later and she hadn't yet escaped "the zone", in fact, Santana had become her very best friend. If she didn't care for her so much perhaps she would've already made her move, friendship be damned.
"Oh my god, can you imagine?" Santana giggled. "Sam would bust a nut!"
Ugh, Sam Evans. As much as she tried to ignore the fact, Santana was also kind of already taken.
"I know he would," Brittany rolled her eyes so hard it became obvious the alcohol was already flowing freely through her veins. "He's a little boy."
Santana smirked, even more amused now. "Are you saying you're not?"
Brittany didn't miss her tone at all. The quirk of her eyebrow, the suggestion in the way she husked the question. Santana had grown comfortable enough with her to tease Britt about her extra appendage, just as if she were teasing any other boy. Except Brittany wasn't just any other boy. Brittany wasn't a boy at all. Aside from being well hung for a sixteen year old, Brittany was a hot-as-fuck female in every other sense and she both knew it and used it to her advantage. Soon as she realized she wasn't getting into Santana's spankies that easy, Brittany went on a hormonal rampage and started fucking her way through half the Cheerios and even a few of the football players. Sam may have been a pussy but the kid had a mouth like a Hoover.
"Oh I'm definitely not, wanna see?" Britt challenged with a quirk of her own eyebrow and a devilish smirk to match.
It was Santana's turn to roll her eyes at her best friend. She was used to Brittany's unapologetic flirting and she'd be lying if she said she wasn't a little bit flattered and more than a little curious. Particularly now. Santana was all too aware that Brittany had fooled around with Sam even if they never really dated. It's the only reason she didn't feel even a little bit bad when she said yes to their first date, frankly Brittany had seemed more put off that Santana would go out with him instead of her. If Santana was being really honest with herself, she'd even admit that's kind of why she kept saying yes. She's not really sure why Brittany would go after every other Cheerio but her if she cared so much. But Santana did care for Britt. She was her best friend and she wouldn't rock the boat for some silly curiosity, anyway.
Still, she couldn't let go of how confidently Brittany had just replied to her unspoken question. Was her bestie really bigger than her boyfriend? The question must've been plastered all over her face because Brittany's grin grew the longer she stared her down and dammit, now Santana was blushing. Great.
"Whatever. Truth or dare?"
Hoping it was bait, Brittany jumped on it. "Dare."
"I dare you to... tell me if Quinn is a moaner."
"Wait, what? No, that's a truth!"
Santana cackled and Brittany couldn't help but join her in a fit of laughter. "Come on! No cheating."
"Okay, okay," Santana sighed, "I dare you to..."
Brittany waited impatiently, busying herself with pouring Santana another shot and sliding it over to her. The game had been pretty tame so far, only venturing into gossip when Santana started asking similar questions about other fellow squad members Brittany had bedded. If Britt wasn't already biased to the idea she would've thought that Santana was more than a little curious about her. Of course she could just be adding important information to her arsenal in her quest for reign over Quinn but a girl could dream.
Santana bit her lip in thought for a moment before taking the shot and setting it back down confidently. "Okay. I dare you to take off your shirt."
"What is this, strip poker? Lame." Britt pulled her top off over her head and rolled her eyes in slight annoyance even though her heartbeat had just begun to pick up. She was wearing her new bright pink polka-dotted push-up bra and suddenly Santana couldn't look anywhere else.
Santana wasn't expecting Brittany's chest in all of her glory, either. Even though she'd suspected Britt was wearing a bra or she might have not gone there, she couldn't take her eyes off the milky skin pouring out of it and the longer she realized this, the harder she blushed. The fact that Brittany was grinning knowingly at her from across the kitchen island only made it worse.
"You like?"
"Yeah," Santana cleared her throat and tried looking away, but her eyes kept nervously fleeting back. "It's cute. Where'd you get it?"
Brittany wore her I just got you so good smile and wagged a finger at her. "My turn now. Truth or dare?"
Santana gulped. She knew she was playing into Britt's game when she asked her to take her shirt off, however innocent it came off. But they were venturing into unknown territory now. Santana's never responded to Brittany's less than subtle advances when they've been drinking before.
"Truth."
Brittany didn't stop grinning like a cat cornering her pray. She knew exactly how to arrive at her destination, no matter which route Santana chose to go.
"Have you given Sammy your v-card yet?"
They never talked about it. There was always a weird tension around the subject but Santana couldn't figure out why. It confused the hell out of her but regardless of her reputation, which was mostly thanks to Sam running his mouth all over school with her own permission (a trade for keeping him from doing just that, not yet) Santana just wasn't ready. It's not that she was scared, or that she didn't like Sam, he was fine, a little slow but cute and he was sweet to her despite her always being a giant tease, but she just hadn't felt like it. Every time things got hot and heavy between them, she always wanted Sam to touch her or to go down on her, but she's never wanted him to fuck her. And it's not even the pain or whatever that turned her off, Santana's fooled around enough and she'd been using a decently sized dildo on herself for a minute that she bought specifically just a little bit larger than Sam so that'd she'd be ready and at least enjoy herself if she ever felt like it, but that hadn't happened yet.
Santana knew it was weird, and Brittany had stopped asking if they'd done it yet when she started growing visibly squeamish at the question. But it was obvious to them now that Brittany still very much wanted to know. The thought made Santana's heart race for whatever stupid reason. She silently shook her head 'no' and Brittany's eyes brightened hopefully.
"Really?"
Now Santana's heart was thudding loudly in her ears. Was Britt really surprised? Why did she even care so much? Brittany's never been pushy. Braggy, maybe, but never towards her. Most importantly: why was it suddenly turning Santana into such a hot mess? "I-I mean, yeah. I mean, no. I haven't," she clarified anxiously, ready for this game to be over. "So what?"
Brittany shook her head but never stopped smiling that knowing smile and driving Santana mad. "I'm just..." she flipped her hands up in the air for lack of a better answer and shrugged "I don't know, surprised?"
"Why?" Santana bit back defensively for no reason whatsoever.
Brittany tilted her head to the side curiously. "Why not?"
It was a genuine question. Brittany had figured by now her chances of getting there first were long gone, ever since the rumors that Santana was insatiable in bed had started circling the halls of McKinley. It irritated her so much that Sam fucking Evans had gotten that cherry before her. In the beginning she thought for sure she had a shot but then they got so close and started dating other people. Before Brittany knew it she'd missed her chance but, maybe not?
Santana struggled for an answer. She could just tell her best friend the truth but she was afraid of what it might really sound like out loud. Probably a whole lot like the truth. "I don't know," she lied. "Are we still playing or what?"
Why was Santana getting so flustered over this? Brittany eyed her curiously for another moment but backed off anyway. "It's your turn."
"Truth or dare?"
"Hmm," Brittany reached for the tequila bottle, thinking carefully about her choices. She knew she was running the risk of derailing whatever they'd started but she also wanted to give her best friend an out if she was feeling uncomfortable and while Brittany still had most of her senses. "Truth."
She was about to pour herself another shot when Santana put her hand over the glass and stopped her. "Why do you care so much if I did?"
And there it was. For all her smoothness, Brittany had to admit that she'd been caught off guard. She slowly set the bottle back down while looking into her best friend's eyes. They were curious for sure. Suddenly Brittany lacked an honest answer. "I don't know," she lied, too. But she knew in that moment Santana had seen right through her.
She didn't say anything though. A quiet moment passed between them, both sets of eyes questioning and wondering the same things and not daring to say them. Santana broke the silence first. "We should order pizza."
"What?" Brittany was so confused. What just happened?
Santana straightened her back, a visual attempt at composure. "I haven't had dinner yet and I'm getting drunk already. Aren't you? We don't want to get sick tonight. The carbs will come in handy."
And with that Santana lifted her phone to her ear and walked away, leaving Brittany to her increasingly confusing racing thoughts.
After they were stuffed with pizza and giggling on the couch, still buzzed but a lot more clear headed than before, Brittany was thankful for Santana's better judgement. She cared about their friendship. They were so close, Brittany hardly had any other friends aside from the other Cheerios, and she'd already pissed off most of the girls. What she and Santana had was special. If Brittany had been honest with her earlier, if she'd admitted that she's really wanted to fuck Santana from the moment they met, she would've ruined her new life in Lima as she knew it. No girl ever wanted to hear that their best friend lusted after them like that, right? It was one thing to flirt and make Santana feel hot because she really was beautiful and yeah, given the chance Brittany would totally hit it, but it's not like she couldn't put her personal feelings aside and let her best friend be happy with her boyfriend. I mean, if that's what she really wanted.
"Can I ask you something?"
Santana didn't miss the way Brittany had taken a small breath of courage before she spoke. "Sure."
"Please don't be mad but, why are you with him?"
"Sam?"
"Yeah, I mean. He's good looking and a nice guy, I guess," Brittany hesitated, she didn't want to sound mean but she really disliked the kid ever since setting his eyes on Santana. Brittany had totally confided in him once that she really liked her best friend, back when she thought she still had a shot with her. "But you guys have been dating for a while now, and nothing's happened like, you guys haven't had sex and he hasn't said I love you," she paused again, realizing she didn't know that. "Right?"
Santana shook her head 'no', eyes wide at Brittany's sudden line of questioning. Her heart began to race the same way it had earlier. Where was Brittany going with this?
"Good," she said before thinking and blushed. "I-I mean, if that's what you're waiting for."
Santana shook her head again, this time slower. "It isn't."
Santana didn't love Sam. She was nowhere near having feelings like that for him and this truth suddenly dawned on her. But if that's not what she's been waiting for, then what?
"Then why are you with him?"
The sound of Brittany's puzzled little hurt voice brought her thoughts back to the girl sitting in front of her. She hadn't much heard her best friend sound this way before, and it caught her by surprise. Was Brittany really that upset that she was dating Sam?
"You didn't really answer my question from before."
"I didn't know we were still playing."
Santana smiled. "Tell me," this time it was her voice that came out almost a whisper.
Brittany couldn't deny Santana the truth. Not in one of their quiet moments when she asked so sweetly. "I love you."
Santana hadn't expected that and though she didn't mean to alarm Britt, her eyes widened in shock. But Brittany furiously blushed and fumbled, anyway.
"I-I mean," she swallowed but continued, "I do love you, you're my best friend, but I also like you, so it's really confusing how I feel. I just know I don't think you should be with Sam because you deserve to be with someone you really like back. And," Brittany hesitated but she'd already said so much, "I'm glad you haven't slept with him. I think your first time should be with someone special."
"You lost it to Carly Simpson and haven't talked to her since."
The truth stung Brittany. But it stung Santana, too. She hadn't realized how much she despised Carly for it, even though Brittany had been a cold bitch to her after. She wasn't really jealous of someone else taking her best friend's virginity, was she?
"I know. And I'm really sorry but after it was awkward and I don't really like her like that which is why I think your first time should be better than mine."
Santana gulped. Brittany was right, Santana hadn't been with Sam yet because he wasn't special to her and she already had someone that was. How she felt about Brittany was confusing and the more she allowed herself to think about what Brittany was saying and how she felt about it, the more she realized she had feelings for her best friend, too. Even if she wasn't sure what those feelings meant.
"I think I love you, too, Britt-Britt." Blue eyes snapped up in wonder. "I mean, I know I do. You're my best friend as well, of course I love you. But I think that maybe we might share some of the same feelings... for each other."
Brittany started to smile, still in awe. "Really?"
She waited for confirmation but Santana's eyes were now focused on her lips and her heart skipped a beat. All Brittany needed was the beginning of that little head nod to launch forward and kiss her like she'd dreamed of ever since the first day they met.
Santana's lips were heaven, and she pulled back from kissing her deeply to peck them in reverence like she'd always wanted to, like she couldn't believe this was really happening to her. Tonight of all nights, when she least expected it to. Not when she first showed up at her door expecting them to have company. Not when she'd lost all hope of ever getting to kiss her best friend like this. Santana giggled like it tickled and Brittany joined her but soon Santana was on her lap and then her tongue was down Brittany's throat and before she knew it all of the blood in her body was rushing to her cock. Brittany inhaled deep through her nose and reached to cup Santana's face in her hands, pulling away from her swollen wet lips just an inch.
"Truth or dare?"
"Seriously?" Santana panted, startled. She'd never been more turned on in her entire life and she'd almost forgotten where she was and with who. The fact that she still very much had a boyfriend barely registered as it didn't seem to matter anymore. It was like her eyes had been opened for the very first time and there was no running from this truth, whatever it was. She wanted to drink it in until it consumed her. Brittany was still waiting for an answer, breathless and panting underneath her. They'd already said everything they could possibly say to each other to find themselves here. What more did she have to lose? "Dare."
"I dare you to give it to me."