21 SCARY QUESTIONS
"What's your favourite colour? "
"Britt.. That's a lame question.."
"It's not!" The girl pouts at Santana.
After another movie, a walk with Lord Tubbington, and a watching-funny-cat-videos session, Santana and Brittany decided to play 21 questions, to get to know eachother a bit better.
Actually it was Santana who suggested it, because there were so many things she wanted to know about Brittany, and also she just likes asking people dirty questions.
"You're supposed to ask people private questions."
Brittany giggles, "Ohw, okay.. Soo... do you use a vibrator when you're masturbating?" She asks seriously, though she actually looks very interested in Santana's answer.
Santana on the other hand, was a bit speechless for a second. She did not see this coming.
"Uh Britt.." she whispers out, before she clears her troath. "Maybe a little bit less private?"
Brittany laughs as she sees the blush on Santana's cheeks, before she thinks for a while and eventually comes up with a proper question.
"Have you ever gone skinnydipping?"
Santana chuckles "I have, yes."
"Alone?"
Santana laughs "No, silly, with Quinn.."
She smiles at the memory of them on a summerholiday in 9th grade, they had secretely bought a bottle of wine, wich they were each sipping of on the beach, it was late night when Santana suddenly had the brilliant idea to go skinnydipping, since they had never done that before. Or maybe she just wanted to see Quinn naked.. anyway, her friend agreed.
It must have been a funny sight, Santana thinks. Two completely naked teenage girls, running into the sea in the middle of the night, screaming and laughing and splashing cold water at eachother.
Santana smiles sadly. Back when they didn't have a care in the world..
"Call her"
Santana looks up and suddenly sees Brittany standing in front of her, with a serious look on her face. She reaches Santana's phone out to her.
"I'm not gonna..." "Call her Santana, not talking to her makes you sad, and I promised I wouldn't let that happen. So call her."
Santana sighs and takes the phone from Brittany. As their hands touch, Santana looks up and looks into Brittany's eyes. "I'm scared Britt. What if she doesn't remember me? Or what if she does but she just doesn't want to talk to me? What if she hates..." "Sssh.. She's not gonna hate you..."
Brittany went to sit down behind Santana, so the girl is sitting between her legs, and she holds her from behind. Brittany rest her head on Santana's shoulder and whispers "It's gonna be okay, you don't have to be scared Sanny."
Santana sighs and relaxes a bit, she looks at Brittany, before dialing Quinn's number and holding the phone to her ear.
"It's beeping"
"That's normal.."
Santana holds her breath as she hears someone pick up the phone on the other line.
"Santana..?"
Thoughts? New chapter up soon.