Now that I had Santana go all Lima heights in the last one shot I feel able to move on to a completely different less angry one. Okay, she still has her moments of going to that 'Yelling Place' but for totally different reasons. *GRINS* Some people are just so them that there are no words for them. Brittany is one of those people. But the question is, what kind of person is Santana?
Chapter 4: Just Let it Happen
"I like you." I turned my head to the side and upon doing so, a female figure infiltrated my line of sight. I quickly realized that this being was the new girl who had started school a week late for unknown reasons. Her name, which my brain had decided to retain without my consent, was Brittany. This person who had a popstars name but spelled traditionally, for some reason thought it was a brilliant idea to stand a mere foot away from me. Painfully giddy new girl smiled a blinding brightass smile at me that would make the sun say 'Homes, tone it the fuck down.' For yet another reason I was entirely unfamiliar with, I couldn't find it within myself to tell her to 'Shove it back up your ass!' or go into a tangent explaining the twenty or so reasons why people from Lima Heights Adjacent just don't say or listen to mushy crap like 'I like you'. Before I had a chance to respond to her evil war tactic of using perkiness to try and defeat my typical morning gloom, she found it imperative to continue speaking. "Do you like me?" She was really direct and it was a completely new thing to me. Nobody ever talked directly to me except for maybe Quinn, but Quinn and I were frenemies. It was different….But one thing I was absolutely sure of was that Brittany's questions were no less strategic than Quinn's. Just in a different way, for a different reason, that I couldn't quite pinpoint.
"Umm…" Her hand made its way to my forearm and she stroked it slowly which caused me immense confusion and mild shock. My eyes found the place she had invaded and looked back up at her questioningly. All she did was smile back warmly and state:
"I'll make you like me too." And then she was gone as soon as she came and somehow she had managed to baffle me faster than her departure.
-The next day—
I found myself in the library because it was that special time of year again. It was the ever festive and forever mandatory 'Maim the losers in the yearbook' day according to the concentration of evil known as my cheer coach Sue Sylvester. As I made my way over to the appropriate area of the library to find the books I had been summoned to deface, a voice stopped me.
"You want to share?" I turned around to find a large stack of them beside a sitting Brittany.
"Umm…"
"It'll be fun! I've got glitter pens!" And something in me melted and I did that thing I had banned ever doing at school back in fourth grade. I immediately hid it and for some reason my head nodded before my brain had even made a decision on her offer; which was very odd for me. Typically, I would go over the terms of the deal before agreeing to something so risky. She could have been annoying and my lack of thorough investigation left me vulnerable to irritation which left her vulnerable to possibly getting slapped upside the head by the wrath of Snix before we even completed our required yearbook vandalism. Because of my strangely out of character impulse behavior, I found myself sitting beside her at the table wondering how the hell I got there. We ended up adding a couple rice paddy hats and glitter farts to various freshmen before she spoke again. "You have a pretty smile."
"Uh, thanks I guess?" She smirked to herself. Whatever grounds she felt deemed such a public display of smugness acceptable were beyond me.
"You should show it more often."
"Naw, I can't do that. That's not me."
"Happiness isn't you?" Nobody ever had the ovaries in my life to question me so bluntly before and if they did, typically I would cut a bitch for doing so. But instead of pulling out a razorblade and slicing into her; I just found myself sitting there with my mouth hanging open. "You don't have to be so strong all the time you know." She then proceeded to draw a huge horn on lady Hummel's forehead.
"Nice work." I nodded towards her handiwork. She gave me yet another smirk but this times its intention was clear. The message I received was: 'We're not done with this topic but I'll let it go for now.' I wasn't sure why I could read it so well at the time but soon I would find that out.
"He's a unicorn so he should have one."
"Okay…." She was perplexing as shit. Typically I hated and dejected things I couldn't understand right away but I found myself just pondering in her presence. Mostly wondering why I was still sitting there with her without experiencing any overwhelming urge to leave.
"You want to come over after practice?"
"Come over, as in hang out at your house?"
"Yeah, it would be fun."
"Why?
"Why not?"
"Is everything that simple for you?"
"Is everything so complicated to you?"
"No." I stated defensively.
"Then come over…may I?" She pointed to my phone. Somehow she saw a yes in my eyes and picked it up. She typed on it for a bit, placed it in front of me, got up, and then glided her hand across my back as she walked away in a manner I could only call self assured. I picked up the phone and looked through it only to find a new contact named 'Britt-Britt.'
-Later that day at cheer practice-
"What are you planning?"
"Huh?" I looked up while stretching to find Quinn Queen bee wannabe Fabray staring at me suspiciously.
"You know what."
"No I don't, how about you enlighten me as to why you're so paranoid, Purity Ball." I continued my hamstring stretch as her stare quickly turned into a glare.
"Why are you befriending Brittany?"
"Who says I'm befriending Brittany?"
"Brittany."
"I don't even know the girl."
"But you're going over to her house."
"How do you know that?'
"Brittany." I rolled my eyes for what already felt like the billionth time that day and I hadn't even gone over to my Abuela's house to feed her dog while having to listen to her bitch at Maria from her favorite telenovela for sleeping with Rico instead of Enrique because he killed Maria's brother Diego who's gay and slept with Rico when Rico was drunk because he's bicurious when he drinks and Rico killed Diego because Diego knows the secrets of the mansion he inherited from his and Maria's wise old Abuelo Jorge who still haunts the house to this day. "Furthermore, Santana you know that I have eyes and ears everywhere. I would have found out anyway, even if she wasn't telling everyone, which she is. She even told hot pants Tanaka…As you so grotesquely insist upon calling him."
"Says the girl who created an entire Rachel Berry porn trilogy on the third stall in the girl's bathroom." I couldn't stand Quinn most of the time but Michelangelo had nothing on that masterpiece. "And why is she telling everyone anyway?" I questioned mainly to myself. I made it a personal goal of mine to ignore Quinn at least 126% of the time when she was in my presence; which sadly was all too often.
"Supposedly, she likes you which I can't possibly imagine to be the truth because nobody actually LIKES Satan."
"Maybe she isn't as fearful of God as you are churchy." Her hands found her hips as she concocted the bitchiest pose in her arsenal. It was relatively impressive to those that lacked talent in standing bitchily but obviously it was no match for even a basic Snix stance.
"I'm watching you Santana Lopez. This is my squad and I will not have you messing with this girl. She's really good and we need her so don't screw up."
"Screw up what?"
"You know what." NO, I DIDN'T.
"What are you TALKING about? You're making about as much sense as your big boobed gassy double stuffed boyfriend."
"You're just jealous that I'm dating the most popular guy in school when you're stuck with the biggest jerk on the planet who only wants you because you're a slut." Next thing I knew I was shoving her and she was shoving me back and then we were on the ground exchanging punches. A bullhorn sounded courtesy of a voice finding it absolutely vital to yell the following loud enough for all of Ohio to hear:
"TEENAGE HERPES HERD! DISBAND IMMEDIATELY!" But we still didn't stop, that is until I was pulled off of her by outrageously strong arms. I was seeing red while yelling at this foreign being to get off of me but whoever this was was not detoured by my verbal assault and therefore decided to carry me over their shoulder all the way into the cheer looker room.
"PUT ME DOWN!" My feet hit the floor and I immediately turned around to kick the ass of whoever thought it was okay to just remove me from the field as if I were some sort of weightless ragdoll.
"I don't like violence Santana." It was…I like you girl.
"Well, I don't like bitches and she was being a fucking bitch. I am THE only bitch around these parts and it's gonna STAY that way. Now if you will excuse me, the razor blades in my hair and her face needs to make friends." I went to walk around her but she put her hand on my chest to stop me. "What the HELL do you think your doing?"
"I don't think it's a good idea for you to leave."
"I don't give two shits what you think! Now, get out of my way."
"No." NO? NO. She said no. Nobody had ever said NO to me before.
"NO?!" I gave her a 'Are you shitting with me?' face which was followed by a 'Do you have a death wish?' expression. They typically were very effective but Brittany wasn't exactly the typical person.
"I don't want to see you get in trouble and end up on the bottom of the pyramid. So no, I won't get out of your way."
"I'll do what I WANT and you know what else hands are not for hurting chick? This bullshit is YOUR fault anyway so get the hell outs of Auntie Tana's way so she can plant her foot up Quinn Fabray's flat ass."
"Huh? How is this my fault?" I rolled my eyes. She was cutting down on my ass kicking time and I didn't appreciate it at all.
"If you MUST know, she came over to me asking what I was doing with you and treating me like I was going to scare you off the team so yes, this is YOUR fault and if you would have just kept your mouth shut I wouldn't have the fucking pious bumble bee questioning my motives."
"But… I was just excited to hang out." She pouted, it was unreasonably heart breaking but I tried to ignore it…which was basically impossible.
"Yeah well, whatever Brittany."
"Can we talk about it more tonight?"
"Tonight? You really think I'm still coming over?"
"Of course, you want to."
"I want to? You think I want to?"
"Yeah, we both do Santana." I sighed in the most exasperated fashion I had in a long time. I found myself doing something I rarely do. I asked a question that actually mattered.
"Why on earth do you want to be my friend Brittany?"
"Because I am your friend, Santana." How was everything so simple to her? I flat out couldn't fathom it. She just gave me this smile that made me smile and I couldn't control it and it scared the shit out of me. "Just let it happen." She grabbed my hand and interlinked our pinky fingers. "Just let it happen."
-Two weeks later-
Brittany and I had gotten way closer ridiculously fast. We were literally attached at the hip. We did EVERYTHING together and everyone but Brittany was confused by it. Quinn had pretty much decided to leave it alone which I didn't understand until Brittany told me that she had 'handled' it. I didn't know what that meant and typically I would make it my mission to figure out what she told her but for some reason I felt fine leaving it alone and just letting myself enjoy the fact that stuck up captain holy water was finally off my back.
"They make you so happy, don't they?"
"What?"
"Breadsticks." I glanced back down at the warm heavenly treat and smirked.
"They're delicious." I shrugged to play down my intense primal love for breadsticks and the establishment of Breadstix as a whole.
"You're cute."
"What?"
"I said you're cute." The grin on her face was massive and adorable and possibly the most genuine thing I had ever seen.
"Brittany," I gave her a warning expression.
"Santana," She copied my face to a T and it was hilarious. I shook my head and then proceeded to explain to her what I felt the truth of the situation was.
"I'm hot, that's my job. To look hot. I'm not, nor have I ever been, cute."
"You're right, you are like super hot but you're also really really cute."
"No, I'm not."
"Yes, you are."
"I'm from Lima Heights Adjacent."
"SO?"
"I'm a badass."
"That's really cute." I glared as a response but her face failed to falter a millimeter. Finally I sighed and asked,
"Why do you keep telling me that?"
"Because you didn't know and I think you should know that you're cute."
"But for what REASON Brittany?"
"Because it's a good thing and I think…I think you should let people compliment you for your good qualities. I think you should let people see the soft side of you. The human side. It's a good side. You should embrace it."
"There is no soft side of me. I'm Santana Head Bitch in Charge Lopez." She gave me a soft smile while looking me up and down in a way that made me feel like I was completely exposed.
"Santana, if that's who you think you need to be to the team and school then that's okay and I understand but, I'm your friend and I don't want you to feel like you need to hide from me."
"Hide from you?"
"Yeah."
"I don't have ANYTHING TO HIDE."
"Then why are you trying to cover up your cuteness?"
"I can't cover up cuteness that doesn't exist! There's nothing to cover up!"
"You're right, there's nothing to cover up around me. I like you. I like you a lot and I want to know more about you."
"BUT WHY BRITTANY?!" She gave me a sad look that wasn't quite pity. It was something else. It was remorse that I felt the why I did.
"Because Santana, you're worth knowing." I just sat there with my mouth hanging open for an unusual amount of time before she stuck a breadstick in there and we both started giggling. Soon I found myself chewing and staring at her shamelessly. She bored into me with impassioned yet oddly soft eyes in return. A safety and acceptance was found in them. It was weird because it didn't feel weird. It felt comfortable and tender and…
"This is how it's supposed to be." And I didn't fully know what I meant by that statement but it fell out of my mouth anyway. Anybody else would have wondered what I meant and questioned me but she simply nodded while giving me the sweetest smile I had ever seen. I felt my heart speed up and my face flush. Her smile turned into a grin as a result. "Why does it feel that way?" She looked down and closed her mouth and then looked me back in the eye while fiddling with her hands.
"Because you like me too."
-That Friday-
"FUCK YOU PUCKERMAN! FUCK YOU AND THE SAW YOU SHOVED INTO HER VAGINA!" I could hear Brittany giggling while sitting on my bed. I gave her a disapproving stare and she mouthed back a sorry. "And you think that is a FUCKING excuse for FUCKING QUINN of all people?! No, I KNOW you are fucking Quinn. I don't care that I dumped you because of your dreadful credit score, you can't just move on to QUINN. There is a whole school of girls and you pick the ONE that is unacceptable. What do you mean I would act this way no matter who you slept with? I am NOT territorial!" Brittany could once again be heard giggling in the background. I mouthed her a 'What's so funny?' She simply shrugged while smirking. "You know what? Shove it up your ass because you are NEVER going to see mine again!" I hung up with a huff.
"That was hot." My bitch smirk expanded into an evil grin after her comment.
"Now he knows what he's missing." My hands found their way to my hips. The room was quiet for a rather long amount of time so I finally directed my eyes over to Brittany's location. I followed her line of vision only to find that her eyes were definitely on my ass. I stood there testing out how long she would leave them there. I soon realized I was going to have to say something to let her know she had been caught because I was going to get osteoporosis before she stopped bluntly staring. I cleared my throat and her eyes sprung back up to mine. The strange thing about her was that she didn't blush or display any signs of embarrassment at all. She didn't deny it or make an excuse. Nothing. I didn't know how to feel. I didn't know how to react. I didn't know what to say. As if she could sense all of that she spoke up.
"Are we still going to Pucks party tonight?"
"Of course, I have to go and show that I have moved the hell on."
Soon I would find out just how much I truly had moved on.
-Pucks Party-
The following things had happened: I had told off Rachel for existing, I had almost gotten into another fight with Quinn which was totally not my fault at all because she's an angry drunk who started it, I danced with a few guys that had no rhythm but were great for my image, and then somehow found myself it Puck's kitchen with Brittany.
"Dance with me."
"I think I've had enough dancing for one night Britt." She wrapped her arms around my waist as I scavenged though Pucks fridge looking for more booze. One thing I had noted recently was that she was perhaps the most touchy feely person I had ever met. In accordance with that discovery, her lips found my ear as she whispered,
"There is never enough dancing." My whole body reacted by shivering.
"Well, you are pretty amazing at it so I see why you think that." I could feel her grin. She was incredible. She had danced with Mike Chang for a while and it was the most natural display of confidence, sexuality, and most of all sensuality I had ever seen. She shined on the dancefloor. Brittany was easily the most enchanting thing I had ever seen and I really didn't know what to make of that. Hence me looking for more booze.
"Well then, we should go out there and be amazing together." Her hands found their way to my hips which resulted in me getting rather lightheaded. "You know you want to Santana." Before I had a chance to say anything, she grabbed my hand and led the way out of the kitchen and onto the makeshift dancefloor. Upon arrival, I started swaying to the beat in a way one could only describe as graceless and dorky. "I don't have cooties, you know."
"What?"
"You're so far away. Lord Tubbington has cooties which I'm looking for a medical solution for," I couldn't stop the grin that possessed my face. "But I don't have them, I promise." I took a few steps closer to her which made her decide it was a brilliant idea to grab me by the hips, turn me around, and basically push my ass into her front. That was new and so was the feeling happening in the pit of my stomach. Soon we became one being as she led the way. I saw the stares and a few pathetically sized boners as she ground into my ass. I was starting to get the impression that she liked my butt a lot and while my brain didn't know how to feel about it, my body was reacting to it like it completely understood and liked the attention. When the song turned to a slow one and I found my arms wrapped around her neck and my head on her shoulder I knew this was something I had never envisioned would ever be. But as if to read my mind she whispered in my ear,
"Just let it happen Santana."
When we found ourselves in Pucks guest room I knew that the definition of 'it' was rapidly changing. Especially when my body ended up being pinned up against the door. Soon after her lips connected with mine in what would turn out to be the most indefinable and definable moment of my life. All of the thoughts and rationalizations and worries floated away along with my tightass dress as it was tossed into the air. She carried me over to the bed and unzipped her own skirt in the most agonizingly slow fashion I'd ever seen. I definitely considered myself a tease but Brittany took it to another level. She finally removed it and played with the hem of her purple silk top that clung in all the right places, however I quickly decided I would prefer it when it was clinging to the floor instead. Her inability to remove her top in a timely fashion finally became too much. So, I grabbed it myself and removed it for her. It seems I had passed a test I did not know I was taking because before I could register it we were making out heavily on the bed and my hand had found her ass and hers had found my tits and the whole thing was going so fast and I started to panic as her fingers slid down my stomach and my muscles there involuntarily clenched and I began to shake and sweat and pant and….
"Are you okay?"
"I…I…"
"Just tell me what you're feeling right now." I felt like I couldn't breathe. "Just tell me what you are feeling."
"I…" I pushed her off of me and I fumbled my way back into my dress. "I gotta go."
"Santana, please don't be like this."
"BE LIKE WHAT?!" I sharply responded. Her face sunk and she looked down. I stood there for a second before her voice came out small and hurt.
"You're closing yourself off to me again."
"Well, look what happens when I open myself up." I spat out, walked out of the room and slammed the door behind me. I tried to put on the best bitch face I could and proceeded to strut my way out of the house. The second I was in my car I curled up in a ball and started crying profusely. It was the Oprah ugly cry and I couldn't stop it. I just sat there as all my confused emotions washed over me but the second I saw her stride out the front door determinedly I started my car and drove away as she ran down the driveway after me screaming my name. I couldn't do it. I couldn't face her. But more importantly, I couldn't face myself.
-Sunday Morning-
I hadn't seen or called Brittany at all since Pucks party in an effort to eradicate what had happened from my mind. But it had the opposite effect. All I could think about was being that intimate with Brittany and how natural it felt. It scared me, it shocked me, and it was everything I didn't know I wanted but considering the vivid wet dream I had had the night after the party about Brittany taking me on a pool table…It seems she was everything my body knew it wanted. I didn't understand it and I didn't know how I had gotten to this point. I had always been with guys. I was definitely experienced with them but going all the way with a guy didn't give me a sixteenth of what I felt with Brittany simply kissing me. When she was half naked on top of me stroking my body in a way that it had never been touched before, it caused me to feel something I knew they say you're supposed to feel but up until that moment I had never felt. No love scene I had ever seen in a movie seemed even remotely realistic until Puck's party. And it still wasn't realistic because typically in the movies nobody runs away before the good part. Nobodies feelings become too much and end up twatswatting themselves…Well, at least not in the movies I watched or as of the night after our make out, the love scenes I dreamed.
I wanted to deny all this. I wanted to cram it down. I wanted to stop feeling but more than anything I wanted, no NEEDED, to talk to my best friend. It's hard when you need to talk to your friend but your friend is part of the issue. It was necessary for me to understand her side of things before I could even remotely address mine. So regardless of how scared and confused I was, I found myself on her doorstep. It was my first time going over to her house and I had wished it could have been under better circumstances. We always ended up at my place because my house was always empty. My parents both worked a lot and I didn't have any siblings so it was the prime place to hangout and keep our doings on the low. Being me, I had to keep my reputation on the up and up. Therefore, nobody could know that I helped Brittany croshay a sweater with a fairy on it or that we may or may not have watched Aladdin while she made various questionable comments about both Aladdin and Jasmine, made some wishes she would not tell me the nature of, and then mysteriously fell asleep with her face planted in my boobs only to say that one of her wishes had come true upon waking up a few hours later. Because of the obvious top secret, on a need to know basis nature of our various activities; my house was the perfect destination to indulge in them…Which meant things needed to stay very very low key at the Pierce household. I knocked on the door which soon opened to reveal a very tall blond man with eyes Brittany obviously had inherited.
"Hello, how can I help you?" Wow, that accent was heavy. He was completely understandable but it was like talking to my abuela on my mom's side who was straight from the Dominican republic. As a child I always did impressions of her on the playground to make friends which led me to learn early that you can survive many difficult things relatively unscathed by criticizing others. Besides, my constant impressions served Granny right anyway. She called me garbage face once you know.
"Oh ummm…I was hoping to see Brittany." I fidgeted in a way that screamed I had zero to negative confidence. The tall man simply smiled and opened the door further.
"Brittany is at Motocross practice but she will be back soon. I'm sure she would love to find a friend waiting for her when she arrives."
"Oh okay, but I don't want to impose. I'm sure you're having Sunday brea…"
"Nonsense, come in." He ushered me into the house and led me into the kitchen where Brittany's mom sat at the table. Her father went over to the stove and continued cooking something I couldn't recognize.
"Hi! You must be Santana!" And my ears were inundated with the same accent as before but it was the female version; which in this case, was slightly less intense.
"Yeah, that's me. How did you know that?"
"Brittany has described you before. We're so happy she has made a friend. We worried about her transferring schools; especially switching countries. But, you've really helped her find her way." Wait…WHAT?
"Brittany's last school was in a different COUNTRY?" Both parents nodded slowly and looked at each other surprised that I didn't know that information.
"Yes, our family is from Rotterdam." Well, that explained a lot. Like why their welcome mat said 'Kom Binnen' on it.
"May I ask why she doesn't have the same accent as you guys?"
"She was born here and we lived here until she was nine so she learned English and Dutch at the same time. Then we moved back to Rotterdam but two months ago moved back here again because of my work. There are a lot of cultural differences and we worried Brittany would have a hard time because she really had taken to the more free spirited ways back home but she says she likes it here. I know it helped her transition a lot that she was quickly able to make a friend in you." Brittany's mom supplied with a warm smile that looked all too familiar.
"WOW." Was all I could think to say.
"Sit down, have breakfast with us."
"Thank you but again, I don't want to impose."
"We insist!"
-Twenty minutes later-
That group of blond people opened my palette up to a whole new world of food experiences that's for sure. One of the things called 'vlokken' was pretty great. Besides, any excuse to have chocolate in the morning has always been a good one in my book. Being around Brittany's family was really an eye opening adventure. It explained so much about her. They were all so engaging and inviting. Brittany's sister looked like a mini Brittany and was absolutely hilarious. The girl had a lot of spunk and we instantly got along. You would think I would feel weird being around her family without her being there but strangely enough, I didn't. It didn't get even close to odd until Brittany showed up in her pink and blue leather Motocross jacket that said 'Pierce' across the back, matching pants, and a pink sparkly helmet that had a unicorn on the side in hand. She looked GOOD and I had noticed and she had noticed that I had noticed and then I was blushing while trying to hide my face behind a slice of suikerbrood.
"You have a guest Brittany!" Brittany's seven year old sister Becky chirped. "She's awesome!" And I ended up blushing even more which I thought was impossible. You know it's hard for a blush to be visible with my skin tone but somehow I managed it.
"You're right." Brittany leaned against the doorway. "She is awesome."
-After breakfast-
Brittany had sat down and we had all eaten together and it was such a delightful experience that by the time I ended up in Brittany's room I had almost forgotten the original reason I had come over to her house in the first place.
"Your family is amazing Britt. Me and my mom and dad never eat together like that. My Dad wouldn't even know how to make toast." Brittany giggled and took off her motocross jacket revealing a wonderfully hugging pink t-shirt that had '1 ¾' printed on the back.
"My dad's a chef. My mom says it's one of the reasons she started dating him. Well, that and that he had a great butt I guess." Brittany then shrugged. I scrunched my nose at the TMI and she chuckled at my behavior.
"Your parents are one of those strange couples that have been married for ages and still love each other huh?" I expected her to laugh but all I got was a smile that would look saccharine sweet on anyone else but looked perfect on her. The thing I got from it besides that she had amazingly straight teeth, was that we were soon going to be talking about something else entirely….or that maybe we already were.
"They do, they never stopped. They're very supportive and listen to each other and share their feelings with each other all the time. My mom says the last one is why they've lasted so long…Well that and again, my dads ass."
"OH MY GOD." I couldn't stop laughing in horror. She giggled again and sat insanely close to me on her bed.
"She talks to her girlfriends back in Rotterdam about his assets….or as she calls them his," She proceed to say something in Dutch I obviously couldn't understand but thought sounded hot because well…it was and she said it which made it hot. "but she says it's hard to find women here that spend as much time talking about those topics with each other openly. I hope she finds a friend here like I have." I couldn't help but smile as she gave me a wink.
"What does that even mean? The dutch part that is."
"Hot buyant ass."
"Oh God." Brittany shrugged and deadpaned.
"Can't help it if my moms a playa." And I couldn't take it anymore. I laid back on her bed and started laughing hysterically. It was like all the tension I had felt since Puck's party had officially completely vanished and everything was ontbijtkoek and blond hair and…fun.
"How come you never told me your families Dutch?"
"How come you never told me you speak Spanish?"
"Hey hey now, I'm asking the questions here."
"Oh really?" And wow were we flirting. It didn't hit me until that moment that I actually had never genuinely flirted with a guy before. It always had to do with what I was going to get out of the situation. But with Brittany it just happened naturally.
"Yes really," I smirked. "Come on, tell me why."
"We just never got to it I guess. I was more interested in learning more about you than sharing about myself. I'm still more interested." Her hand brushed a few stray hairs out of my face. "Now answer my question please."
"You don't speak Spanish so why would you know?"
"You don't know that. Until today you didn't know I speak Dutch."
"I also didn't know you and your sister have Dutch rap karaoke battles on Thursdays."
"The streets of Rotterdam are rough." I snorted out laughter.
"Stop saying stuff like that!" I playfully hit her. She laid on her side beside me and grinned in a way that made me melt just a little bit more.
"Why? I like your smile, you know that. And I really like doing things to make it happen more often." I just stared at her bewildered because, were humans really made in her model? She was a complete one of a kind, I was sure of it.
"You're so forthcoming."
"You don't get what you want if you don't say what you want." Was I gonna say what I wanted? No, no I wasn't.
"And what do you want?" She bit her lip and wow it was hot. I had no idea such a small thing could be so attractive.
"You." My breath hitched and my body flushed and my hand immediately did that thing it does when I'm nervous; which is to go through my hair about nine billion times. I couldn't speak. I was seriously paralyzed. "And what do you want Santana?" And there was the question. It was a question I didn't feel qualified to answer but I felt I had to respond the right way to anyway. Even though I didn't know what that way was. I was truly overwhelmed by how thoughtful and honest and sweet she was and therefore I couldn't bring myself to be stupid Santana and just blurt out some rude thoughtless shit. She seemed to pick up on my internal struggle and commented, "There's no wrong answer. Just tell me how you feel. In this moment, how do you feel?" And we were back to feelings; back to that conversation about why her parents worked that was really about us. I just didn't get it. I didn't get anything. I didn't understand and it frightened the shit out of me.
"I want to understand. I just want to understand." Her long fingers caressed my cheek and she husked,
"Let me help you." Nobody had ever wanted to help me before in my life. Nobody had ever wanted or cared to see me succeed and so in that moment; for the first time in my life, I let myself concede. I let her have all of me. Every inch, every feeling, every fear, everything. And she handled it all with grace and something I had never known. Love.
She made love to every square inch of my body. To my brain, to my heart, and to my soul and when I woke up in her arms hours later I had never felt so at home in my life. Typically after sex I would jump out of bed and leave to get my walk of shame over with. There was no shame here. There was no regret. But most of all, there was no going back. I really cared about her. I cared about this connection that we had. I wasn't ready to name it, that would take me a while but I was ready to experience it and I was ready for her to help me every step of the way.
"You've done that before." I remarked. We both knew what I was talking about. I was clearly the only person in the room who had never had sex with a girl. She simply smiled in a cheeky fashion and kissed the top of my head while stroking my hair. It took everything within me not to purr. My arm became even tighter around her stomach that had the kind of abdominal muscles I had only seen photoshopped in magazines. "Are you…?"
"Am I what honey?" Swooned at the pet name. I thought to myself that I could really get used to this intimacy. I struggled for a second though because I knew if I asked the question then it would give her permission to ask it back. I wasn't ready for that yet. Not only emotionally but I honestly didn't have any idea how to answer that question at that point. "Santana." I continued staring off into space while having about twenty different conversations in my head. "Santana, don't be afraid okay? I just want to hear you ask."
"Why?"
"Because you want to know but more than that, you need to know. That's who you are."
"Who am I?" I had hoped maybe she could solve the mystery.
"You're a person that needs a lot of certainty and definition. So you need to know the answer to your question to feel comfortable and I really want you to feel comfortable so please, just ask."
"Are…" I gulped. "Brittany, are you gay?"
"Was that so hard?"
"YES!" She grinned and leaned down for a kiss on my lips that was feather soft. Brittany then kissed the tip of my nose and ran a hand through my hair that was currently done up in the 'newly fucked' style via our sex.
"I'm attracted to people. It doesn't have to do with gender. I like boys and I like girls. But right now I have my sights set on one really," She booped my nose. "Special girl." I giggled. She was literally the only person on the planet that could make me giggle. I had hoped to God she wouldn't tell anybody. "She's smart, and cute, and so pretty it hurts my eyes and when she doesn't even know it she does the sexiest things that make me lie awake and think about her."
"She sounds like a catch."
"She is but she doesn't really know it, and I want her to know it. I want her to believe me when I tell her."
"I think she knows you like her though."
"Really, she's told you?"
"I may or may not know some exclusive information."
"And how could I get this information out of you?"
"There are ways…certain bribes." My index finger trailed in the valley between her breasts. "That could be offered."
"Well then, I'm going to have to decline."
"And why is that?"
"Because I only want her."
"Well, aren't you noble?" She grinned and did a ridiculous pose as if she were some sort of Knight.
"Unlike you, she knows that at the right times that trait goes out the window."
"And what times are those?"
"I can tell you no more because you are not the woman of my dreams."
"Burn Knight Pierce, Burn. I'm attractive too you know! You'd be LUCKY to have me!" She laughed and her hand found the small of my back. "Can I ask you another question?"
"You can ask me anything." And her eyes told me that she meant it.
"Do…do your parents know?"
"Well, you weren't very quiet soo…"
"Brittany!" I slapped her arm.
"What?" No but really, I wasn't very quiet. My exit from the Pierce household was sure to be an interesting one.
"Seriously, do they know that you like girls?"
"Yep."
"And…"
"And?"
"How do they…"
"Feel about it?"
"Yeah."
"They're fine with it. And I know they liked you from the second you strutted in this morning and turned on all that Lima Heights charm." I blushed for the billionth time that day.
"And I like you talking about Lima heights. It's hot." It was the first time I told her she was attractive to me and it felt really good. The moment was not missed by Brittany as she kissed my cheek in appreciation of not only the comment, but my willingness to open up to her.
"You know what else is hot?" Her fingers lowered even further.
"Considering your hand placement, I'd say my ass."
"I can't help it, Pierce's are ass people." I giggled again as she flipped us over so she was on top of me.
"Pierces are also very horny."
"That's because we manage to find a way to surround ourselves with very beautiful people." She started kissing down my neck with slow wet kisses that made my body hum all over again.
"Is that so?"
"Mmmmhmmm." She hummed into my collarbone and just as her mouth was going to suck my nipple this travesty happened:
"SANNY AND BRITT!" Brittany's little sister could be heard yelling on the other side of the luckily locked door. "MOM AND DAD SAY TO STOP HAVING A GYMNASTICS TOURNAMENT AND COME DOWN FOR DINNER!" We both stared at each other wide eyed before we both started laughing hysterically. I never thought I'd have a girl laughing in my tits but here I was. "DAD MADE BOERENKOOLSTAMPPOT!"
"We'll be down in a bit Bec!"
"OH MY GOD THIS IS SO EMBARRISING!" I covered my face with my hands. She pulled them away and kissed my forehead in surely what had to be the most delicate fashion possible.
"I told you you weren't quiet."
"Ha Ha Ha. Nether were you."
"You're hot. I had to tell you about it." Brittany had a lot of game. Way more game and boobs than I was used to. There were a lot more sets of boobs in this sex than I was used to that's for sure. We got up and started dressing. Brittany decided to change into sweats and a tank top which somehow looked really hot on her. "Keep looking at me like that and we'll never get downstairs." I walked over to her and for the first time made the first move. I kissed her long and slow. Our velvety tongues found each other's and the sensation was simply blissful. "That's not the first time you've done that."
"You're right. I tried kissing girls out with this really beautiful blonde girl with bright blues eyes one time."
"She sounds hot."
"She is, she's also adorable and smart and witty in a way that so few can understand, but I do."
"You do?"
"Yeah I do, and she also has this awesome family and a huge fat cat whose entire diet must consist of lard."
"I've told you he's self conscious about his weight."
"What are you guys DOING in THERE?!" Was belted from the other side of the door in a male voice. Then a bunch of Dutch was heard at a similar volume. As a result of whatever the hell was said, Brittany's ears turned pink.
"We'll be down in a few minutes! I promise!"
"Okay because in addition to Boerenkoolstamppot, I also made your favorite, Griesmeelpudding!"
"Awesome! We'll be right down!" I heard steps move away from the door.
"What did he say?" Brittany turned a deep shade of red.
"Well I don't agree with him so it doesn't matter." Her ears got redder but her smile became more devilish. How she could go from adorable to sexpot in mere seconds was beyond me.
"Come on, just tell me." She stepped behind me and wrapped her arms around my stomach. "He said I better quit because my hand has been up your pussy so long it's gonna get stuck in there." I nearly chocked.
"Oh really?" My voice came out uncharacteristically high. She nodded her head on my shoulder. "I think later, after I've devoured all this food you Dutch people seem to think is dinner but is really dessert," I could feel her grinning. "I think I'll have to invite you to my house so you can have all night to test out his theory... In the name of science of course."
"Of course." She kissed my temple, interlocked our hands, and pulled me towards the door.
"Wait." She turned not letting go of my hands. "Just one more thing." She nodded as if to say proceed.
"What does it mean?"
"What?" I pointed from her to myself and repeated the motion.
"What does it mean?" She softened and stepped closer to me.
"It means the very thing I said to you at your locker at the beginning of this year." I perked an eyebrow.
"Which was?"
"I like you." I bit my lip.
"And what if it becomes…"
"More?"
"Yeah."
"Then…" She gave me the sweetest kiss on the lips, "We'll just let it happen."
Well, that's the sappiest thing I've ever written LOLOL! *uses excess sap to make maple syrup to put on my suikerbrood* I hope you guys enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I feel about reviews like Brittany feels about Griesmeelpudding. It's awesome and I'd love to get another helping, if offered. :D