Don't worry, that isn't what this story is going to revolve around anyways. I feel like this chapter takes a little bit to get into, but please bare with and continue reading:)
Brittany could have died. Her feet stopped dead in their tracks, halfway down the staircase. She saw Santana standing there at the bottom of the stairs looking up at Sam who was on the first step.
San cleared her throat, "D-do I what?"
"You heard me." Sam looked back up to his sister with a smile then turned to the girl in front of him again, "If you don't it's ok."
'Since when is that subtle!' Britt was too busy having a heart attack to speak. All she could envision was a disgusted look on Santana's face followed by the girl storming out.
"W-well..." San looked down, blushing lightly.
"Sam!" It wasn't much but it got the blonde going. She walked down the steps to stand next to her brother, "Santana I'm sorry, don't answer that." The blonde shot a glare over to her brother. "Sam's just b-"
"Hey, no it's cool." Santana cut her off, much to Brittany's surprise. She cleared her throat, "Actually...I do." Her eyes fell to the floor for a moment then back up to meet blue, "But since I was on the Cheerios, I couldn't really smoke often or tell too many people. Sue has this image she wants- wanted, us to have and if she caught wind that I dabbled in those extracurricular activities, she would've murdered me."
Sam had a proud smirk on his face as he looked from the smaller girl to his sister, "See! I told you it'd be cool." Brittany blushed and covered her eyes with her hand while she shook her head. "She thought you'd be like, appalled with us or something for it." He said, looking back to the raven haired girl.
Santana giggled, "No, B." 'Oh so we're using nicknames now?' She brushed the thought off, "It's totally cool. Especially now since I'm not even on the squad anymore." Brittany dropped her hand from her face and nodded. "Why do you ask anyways?" She did find the question incredibly random.
"Well..." Brittany found her words again, "We were sorta.." Why did she all of the sudden feel shy about it?
"We were definitely tokin' it up in the backyard when you texted my sister so she thought it'd help you calm down if you smoked with us." No need to beat around the bush; plus Sam figured he'd need to just spit it out for Britt since apparently she was getting all nervous now. 'Oh this is gonna be an easy assessment.' He grinned and turned to his sister.
"Yeeeah. What he said." 'She said it's fine. Now I'm the one who needs to relax..'
"Oh...ok." Santana shrugged and looked from Britt to Sam, "I'm down for that."
"Excellent! Let me go grab another piece from my room and we'll be good to go." Sam bumped Brittany's shoulder then headed up the stairs.
"Since when do you not know what to say?" San smiled up to the twin, "I thought that was my job." She let a quiet laugh come out, hoping to loosen Brittany up from her apparently nervous state.
That laugh. It was so quiet and simple, yet it brought a smile to Brittany's face and a calm to her nerves. "I just..I wasn't sure what you'd think. I didn't wanna run you off because I enjoy a little Mary Jane." She shyly grinned and stepped down to be level with San.
She appreciated the fact that Brittany had taken her feelings into consideration. It was sort of sweet, considering most people wouldn't have thought twice to ask about it. Sort of like Sam did; not that that was a bad thing. A devious grin appeared at the thought of his question. She let it pass and bumped the blonde's elbow lightly with her hand, giving her a smile."No worries, I'm here to stay." 'Well that sounds weird..."
"Good." Brittany smiled and looked deep into brown orbs for a moment before the sound of Sam's feet hurrying down the stairs broke their very brief moment of...well she wasn't sure what it was.
"Ok!" Sam jumped the last two steps and landed in front of the girls. "Y'all ready?" He smiled.
"Lead the way." Santana motioned for the two blondes to go first before they all headed out to the backyard.
"Don't forget the speakers B." Sam looked over his shoulder as they passed the kitchen, turning to San while his sister got the speakers from the counter, "We always jam during sessions."
"Noted." Santana smiled and the three were soon out the door.
"So not a lot of people know you smoke?" Brittany asked as she handed Santana the pipe to hit it first. The 3 were sitting in a circle in the the lawn near the back patio, the stereo in the middle of them quietly playing.
"Are you sure?" She looked down to the glass piece, "It's your bud."
"I'm positive, go ahead." Britt held her hand out still to the Latina so she would take it; finally she grabbed it from the blonde.
"Pretty much no one. Just Puck, a couple of my cousins and..." She let her words die, then took a big hit. Her eyes widened at the sudden rush of smooth smoke rushing into her lungs and mouth. It had been a couple weeks since she'd last smoked but nothing had ever caught her that off guard.
"Good huh?" Sam asked with a grin. He knew all too well the personality of the batch they were smoking. Santana held the smoke in her lungs for a moment, but nodded with a small smile in response and handed the piece to Brittany.
"Well don't worry, we can keep secrets if you want us to." Britt smiled and brought the pipe to her mouth, lighting it.
A large cloud of smoke escaped past perfect lips and Santana nodded, "I'd really appreciate that."
"Yeah for sure. We can do that for you." Sam grinned and took the pipe from his sister.
They sat in a comfortable silence, listening to the music and passing the piece around. It only took 2 or 3 rotations for the high to start coming up; and they could all tell they were feeling it.
"S-so...," Santana let her eyes close as she hummed a sweet 'hmm' sound, passing the pipe to Brittany, "What's this called again?"
"MILF weed." Brittany grinned, taking the glass and staring at a peaceful looking Latina.
She laughed at hearing the name again, "Why the hell would somebody name it that?"
"You haven't seen the woman who grew it." Sam sighed and looked up to the sky, leaning back on his elbows.
Santana caught the eye roll and grin from Britt, "And who would that be?" She asked curiously. This stuff wasn't like any of the dro she'd gotten in Lima for a long while. The taste, smell, and even high she was getting- it was all better. And from the size of the bowl they were hitting, an easy gram's worth, she knew she'd be feeling mighty good by the end of their little smoke sesh.
"Nancy Botwin." The blonde boy smiled then looked from the clouds back to the Latina who was taking her 6th hit, "One of the coolest ladies you'd ever meet. Funny, loyal and a total babe." He sighed again and took the pipe he was being handed.
"She was pretty much the hottest mom of the suburbs." Brittany smiled over to Santana who flashed a raised eyebrow before looking down and picking at the grass with the tiniest of smiles. It brought a devious smirk to the blonde's face. "Don't worry Santana I still think you're more beautiful."
The Latina looked up from the ground, blush faced, and grinned, "So...she was your dealer?" 'Her voice is soft...' The grin turning to a smile.
"Yup. Lived 5 doors down from us. She had the best bud in town and almost didn't even sell to us since we're 'still kids' as she says." Sam used air quotes, "But we worked out a deal so it was cool." He shurgged and handed San the piece again.
"Deal?" She put the glass to her mouth.
"Well when she first caught us on her roof with Silas, that's her oldest son," Britt started, "She was gonna go tell our parents and we thought it was cause we brought someone else's bud to her place. But she said it was cause we were too young to let this stuff fuck with our potential." Santana laughed while trying to keep the smoke in, "So we said we could prove to her that it wouldn't mess us up as long as she didn't tell mom and dad."
"Now at first she didn't let us buy from her, but eventually she caved since we were so good." Sam had a proud smile.
Smoke billowed from the Latina's mouth, "And how'd you do that?"
"Every report card and progress report we got, we took it to Nancy. She said as long as we got at least 2 A's and the rest B's she'd keep our secret." Britt smiled, remembering the day they struck up the deal.
"A dealer who gives a shit? I'm impressed." She smiled and passed the pipe.
"She was more than that..she was our friend." Sam's red eyes enhanced the green of his iris' and he smiled, remembering Nancy. "That was at the beginning of junior year and we've kept up our grades ever since." He grinned as Britt handed the piece over.
She looked to Santana and the two stared at each other for a few long seconds, "She was great."
Now Britt was apparently talking about Nancy, but Sam thought otherwise. These girls were just looking at each other, not even smiling really, but (he guessed) just trying to read one another. Maybe feel things out. 'Britt's definitely talking about Santana...I think..' He looked down to the bowl, feeling pretty much stoned since he'd smoked basically alone before San showed up anyways, "I just remembered, speaking of Nance," He stood up and handed San the bowl, "I gotta make a phone call. Y'all can finish that off. I'll be back in a minute."
"A phone call?" Britt finally tore her gaze from San and looked up to her brother who simply nodded and walked inside. "Crazy ass." She giggled as the door shut.
Santana giggled as well, "I like him. He's nice." Brittany's eyes widened just a bit while her mouth dropped some as she watched San smile and take a hit. Noticing the reaction of the blonde she quickly blew the smoke from her lungs, causing her to cough, but shook her head as she regained control of her breathing, "No, not like that. I just meant he's cool...like you." She gave Brittany a smile and passed the piece over. Why she felt panic to the blonde's reaction, she wasn't sure. But dismissed the thought quickly.
A wave of relief washed over Brittany, who tried to stay cool. "You think I'm cool?"
"I think..." The girl was feeling too good for her own good, and she knew it, but the notion to care seemed to be far off, "I think you're pretty..." 'You did not just tell her that.' And then the notion slapped her dead across the face, back into reality. "Uhm, p-pretty..cool. Yeah. So..I guess I do...think that. That you're cool, that is." 'Welcome back to the real world, weirdo.'
The words had already been spoken though, and Brittany heard them loud and clear. Even if San played it off, not well it should be added, she still meant it the way it came out the first time. A deaf person could've told her that. The way she said it- it had sincerity. Seeing that the girl was starting to mentally have a panic attack though, Brittany decided to cool it, for now at least. She smiled, "Thanks." She looked down to the bowl, changing the subject, "This is cashed by the way." She put the pipe off to the side and turned to face away from Santana. The Latina was confused until Britt leaned back to lay on the ground, so that when she looked up she was looking at Santana. "How are you feeling?"
'Awkward.' The thought made her laugh at herself though, that was probably the high she was most definitely feeling, "Good."
Brittany giggled, "I see that." She nodded, "Good. You needed to relax. Too much stress can kill you, d'you know that?"
San smiled down to the blonde before her, "I think I was born stressed." The laugh that escaped Britt's mouth...Santana let out a quick sigh. 'What is my deal? I never get so...weird, when I smoke...'
"Well that can't be good."
"Huh?" Santana snapped out of her thoughts at Brittany's remark. 'I didn't say that aloud did I?'
"You born stressed. But that's what they made fun stuff for I guess." The blonde smiled up.
"Oh...yeah.." Her thoughts were clouding her now and messing with the good high she had.
Britt could tell something was up. "Why don't you lay back? It helps to chill out."
The raven haired girl stared at deep blue lined against bright red for only a moment, telling her worried thoughts to fuck off for the time being. She spun around as Britt had before then laid back, so that they were laying beside one another, head to head. She let her eyes fall shut, trying to 'relax', as her friend was telling her.
"You're gonna get this all figured out, San. Don't worry." Brittany looked over to Santana, as the girl opened her eyes and stared into dark brown pools; noticing the worry hadn't completely washed away. "With Quinn and everything. I'm sure she'll come around soon enough."
Santana let out a deep sigh then turned from Brittany to look to the slow moving clouds, "I hope you're right, B." Her eyes closed again.
"I'll help keep you distracted in the mean time. Apparently I'm very distracting...at least that's what I've been told." She still wasn't sure what they meant when people told her that..
Finally a smile made it's way across San's face, followed by a giggle, "I'm sure you have." She liked that Brittany was being so nice to her even when they'd barely just met each other. Despite the fact that the girl possibly had a little crush or whatever on the ex-Cheerio, she felt that the blonde was being kind simply because it was in her nature. And Santana could always keep a friend around who was an actual friend. Not some form of the definition like Quinn was being at the moment. She'd actually forgotten about the head cheerleader while she'd been there until Brittany had brought her up; other questions had found their place in her mind.
They sat quietly, letting their bodies be consumed by the high. Upon thinking of distractions Santana remembered something. "Hey. What are you doing Friday?"
"Nothing. Why?" Brittany wasn't sure if Santana could see the grin that spread across her face, but she didn't care either way.
"Puck's having a party...you should come." She stayed cool, and it calmed the slight nerves she'd gotten just before she opened her mouth.
"Definitely." The blonde wanted to play it just as cool as San had. Inside though, she was glowing. It had taken about 45 seconds from the moment the girl stepped through the doorway for Brittany to realize that she was totally interested in a one, Ms. Santana Lopez.
"Starts at 10, alcohol will be provided. I have a DD so if you need one you can tag with me at the end of the night." 'Slow your roll Hot Rod. She barely said she'd go.' The Latina sighed quietly to herself. This was getting a bit weird for her. Maybe it was justing the weed, but Santana was starting to get the feeling at times that she was slightly hitting on Brittany, or noticing her too much. 'You haven't been high since they came to town though...' Whatever was going on with her would surely be fixed by the time the party came around. It was probably being kicked out of Cheerios that was throwing San into a funk. Nothing a little alcohol and music couldn't fix.
"I just might have to take you up on that offer." B looked over to the girl and winked quickly with a smirk.
Her reply had calmed the awkwardness that was growing slowly in the Latina's mind. She giggled, "Creep."
Brittany looked back up to the sky and smiled, "You know it." She didn't see the smile that shyly made it's way onto Santana's face.