"Brittany..." I trail off. She strolls over to me in the most cocky manner.
"You know, I've missed you. You don't call anymore," she says while letting her hand slowly creep up to caress my arm gently. I melt into it for a second and she smiles a little over her small victory. I take a step back, making her drop her hand. I immediately switch into bitchmode.
"Whatever. I gotta go turn the music on." I say slowing backing up towards the house.
"Well, you have always known how to make me move," she winks. I roll my eyes and storm into the house. How dare she?! Does she really think that she can just waltz in and expect me to fall for her again? No, fuck her! I fucking hate her. I groan loudly and irritatedly.
"You okay, sweetie?" Judy pulls me out of my irritated thoughts, putting some cookies out on the table. She looks out over the backyard. "And who's that girl? She's so pretty." I don't have to look to know she's talking about Brittany. I roll my eyes without thinking.
"Well, it seems I've hit a nerve. Look, whatever the problem is, you should talk to her." She gives me a smile and makes her way back to the kitchen. I plug Quinn's playlist into the insane stereo system and a song blasts through the speakers.
Like a rush shot through you
Everyone is watching you
I make my way back outside and see that Puck, Finn, Zizes, and Asian Fusion have arrived. I run up to them, giving them all, with the exception of Finn, hugs and immediately begin a conversation with Tina. I want to avoid Brittany as much as possible. It's like she senses my desire for distance because she comes strolling over shortly after.
"Hey, Tina! How've you been?" They begin greeting each other and immediately fall into the most animated conversation. I need a distraction.
"Time for Twister!" Quinn announces. That sounds great as long as-
"I'll play!" I hear Brittany yell behind me. Shit.
Two minutes later, the game is set up. Tina and Mike are partners and I someone ended up as Rachel's because I didn't want to be Brittany's and Quinn wanted to spin.
"Left hand, red." I bend over and from between my legs, I can see Brittany staring boldly at my ass, biting her lip. I move my hand to a red further down the board that requires me to bend over lower. I know Brittany's enjoying this.
What the hell am I doing?
I stand up and walk out of the game. I can hear the dwarf yell out my name because I just left her playing alone. I charge past Brittany to go join my friends in the pool. I just can't stop trying to impress that girl can I?
Are you gonna make me breathe?
Are you gonna make me breathe?
Are you gonna make me breathe?
Shit.
"Fuck, I love this song!" Brittany runs over to the edge of the pool where I'm standing. "Dance with me?" Before I can even respond, she's grabbing my hand and pulling me down to a clear patch of grass in the middle of everyone.
I ain't no stripper, but you're making me wanna strip
Ain't no beginner, but you make me feel like it's my first trip
She grabs my hips and starts us off with a simple sway. Then, she turns her back to me and begins rolling her lips, moving lower and lower on my body, then back up. I can't keep my eyes to myself. I'm entranced by her when she dances. It's like nothing else on earth matters. I watch her perfect move in ways I've seen a million times, but can never get enough of.
And if I take it way too far tonight
Out of control, lost in the light
Before everything fades to black
As she comes back up, she takes ahold of my hips again, keeping a steady rocking motion between us. Her hands slowly roam my body, moving up higher, then back down to my hips. She pulls me impossibly close to her. She brings her face closer until it's only a centimeter from mine, her breath ghosting on my lips as she sings the next lyric.
Put your lips on me and breathe
I can only stand here stunned, my eyes wide as they shoot up to meet hers. She smirks and then turns to dip lower. She's grinding on me, but my body's still numb from the shock.
She was a mere centimeter from my lips, whispering words of pure ecstasy. Had I lost my senses for those two seconds, I would have grabbed her and kissed her. But I can't. I won't allow myself to give in to her mind games. Not again.
The song turns to me, a little perspiration beading on her forehead. She gives me a smile.
"That was fun," she says, her eyes glimmering with a hint of sincerity. I stare, frozen for a bit. I almost believe that she feels something for me. But she doesn't. I know she doesn't. People who have feelings for other people don't hurt those people.
I take a step back from her, creating some much-needed distance. "I think I'm gonna go for a swim."
"Yeah, that's cool. I should change into my bathing suit, anyways." I don't look up, but she sounds a little hurt.
"Cool," I walk back to the pool. Why do I feel guilty? That wasn't even a fraction of the pain she's put me through. Whatever. I step slowly into the pool as Quinn makes her way over to me.
"That looked... brutal," she observes. I groan.
"Were you watching the entire time? Creep," I try to take the attention off myself. She remains calm in that oh-so Quinn way.
"No. We had to keep Finn from staring. But what I did see was the way you were looking at her. That look on your face was pretty familiar." I don't respond. "I know you still love her, San. Maybe you should... give her another chance."
"Mind your damn business, Quinn," I snap. "Don't you have a munchkin to attend to? You better get back to her before she gets kidnapped on the yellow brick road."
She just sighs. "Fine, Santana. Just think about it when you get over yourself and realize you're in love with each other."
"Look, I don't know who you think you-"
"Chicken fight!" someone screams. "Grab a partner!"
Everyone pairs with their dates and I realize I'm the only one left besides-
"Hey there, sweet cheeks. Need a partner?" Fuck. I turn to see Brittany standing by the edge of the pool in her bikini top and shorts. Her abs look amazing. I mean, they always do, but right now they look like what erotic novels are inspired by. I want to touch them, but I can't. It's not that she'd stop me. It's that I can't let myself do it. If I don't fall for her again first, I'll fall for her body.
"I took your idea and went to some spin classes. You like?" she says in the most cocky manner when she notices my obvious gawking. I roll my eyes. She takes off her shades and tosses them to her seat, which is, for some reason, next to mine. What, is she stalking me now?
She gets into the pool and without the shades, I can see her beautiful, blue eyes. They have to be the most attractive thing about her. Every bit of her body has made me want to touch her, but only her eyes make me want to know her. But I do know her. I know she's no good for me.
"You ready?" she says, pulling me out of my thoughts. Before I can answer, she's lowering herself in the water and I wrap my legs around her shoulders. I tense up a bit.
"This would be to much more fun if you were on the other side of my face," she jokes. I roll my eyes. "You just rolled your eyes, didn't you?" I roll my eyes. "Same old Sanny." Before I can argue at the nickname, she's handing me an inflatable bat. We're up against Tina and Mike.
"Well this isn't fair. She probably knows jiu jitsu or something."
"That's extraordinarily racist, Santana. I'll have you know that jiu jitsu is Brazilian and," before Jackie Chan's illegitimate daughter can finish, Brittany yells, "GO!" I immediately whack Tina over the head and send her plummeting backwards into the water. Brittany tilts her head up to look at me and we burst out laughing.
"Good job, San," she praises.
"Why, thank you, Ms. Pierce. You were a rather fantastic partner" I reply.
Next, we play against Quinn and Rachel, which would have been way more fun had Quinn not suggested she be on top to avoid my wrath in the form of a large, blue inflatable bat. I always knew Rachel was a bottom.
After I knock Quinn down with only two hits, I jump down off of Brittany's shoulders. She turns to face me with a huge smile on her face. "We won!" We high five with both hands. She wraps her hands around my waist and hugs me. Without thinking, I wrap my arms around her shoulders and hug her back. Her body feels so good presses up against mine. My heart is racing faster.
When we pull away our arms remain around each other. Her eyes lock on mine, and mine on hers. The sunlight creates a glow upon her that makes her look angelic. He blue eyes sparkle in the sun's rays, and her perfect Crest white smile shines a bit brighter. We stare into each other's eyes until I realize that hers are closing as we inch closer to one another. A second later, I feel her lips on my. It's pure electricity.
My heart is racing. A suddenly become unaware of anything that doesn't have anything to do with Brittany and I. Our lips mold together in the most perfect of ways. Her tongue breaks the barrier of my lips and enters my mouth. Our tongues dance with each other in the most gentle, yet passionate, way. It's so full of love. It's so perfect. It's so wrong.
I break the kiss. "Shit," I mutter.
"Santana, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have-"
"I need to go." As if there was fire chasing behind me, I run out of the pool and into the house. I run through some halls until I'm stopped by Judy.
She can tell something's wrong, but doesn't question me. She simply tells me where Quinn's bedroom is and I whisper a quiet thank-you.
I zip to Quinn's bedroom, locking the door behind me before I fall onto the bed, soaking it in tears and pool water.
Not even thirty seconds later, there's a knock on the door and a familiar voice calls to me from the other side.
"Santana, can we talk?"
