Chapter 8
What is this feeling? / I knew it the moment I laid eyes on you
1 year later…
Somewhere in Season 1 of Glee, particularly directly after Sectionals…
Santana laid on Brittany's bed, her feet kicking the headboard as Brittany sat in her desk chair brushing her hair.
"I think my head is shrinking…" Brittany announced randomly.
"It is not." Santana said without looking at Brittany, flipping through her magazine.
"I'm telling you, it's shrinking."
"How can you be so sure?"
"Because look at the way my head looks in this mirror, it's shrinking." Santana sighed and got off the bed and looked in the mirror at Brittany.
"Your head is not shrinking."
"But, Santana…"
"Your hairspray is getting the best of you."
Brittany sighed and took one last look at her head before moving to the bed where Santana joined her. They sat positioned with their heads at the foot of the bed and their feet kicking the headboard flipping through a magazine.
"You know what would be nice?" Brittany asked.
"Hmm…?"
"Lady kisses." Brittany said sitting up with glee.
"Really…"
"Don't you want to?" Brittany frowned.
"No, I do…"
"Then, let's do it!"
"I don't know, I'm thinking about it…"
Brittany twirled her hair.
"Think faster…"
"Can't. Think. So. Fast. Brain. Overload."
Brittany giggled and pushed her friend playfully. Santana jumped off the bed and went to Brittany's make-up section of her dresser.
"You know I really like when we do what we do in your room BritBrit. I mean cuddling is probably the best part of my day…"
"You said Glee was…"
"Well, it is." Santana picked up a clear bottle of lip-gloss, "Glee is the best part of my school day. You're the best part of my after school day."
"Makes sense."
"But, I don't want people all that interested in what I do with my time. You know?" Santana opened the top of the lip gloss and began to apply some to her lips.
Brittany shook her head.
"I don't understand."
"I'm not a private person, Brit. You know that, I could care less who knows about my sexual exploits, but I don't know. Some things I want private, some things I'm not ready to admit just yet."
"Do you mean me?"
"I mean us." Santana wiped some lip gloss off the edge of her bottom lip and closed the top onto the lip gloss and turned to face Brittany.
"You're my best friend and what best friends do isn't always broadcasted, right?"
"What about Paris and Nicole?"
"Are they even best friends anymore?"
Brittany shrugged. Santana smiled and walked towards the bed and took Brittany's hands.
"I just don't want anyone to know about our lady kisses…And why should they? It's our business. Do you…Do you understand, Brittany?"
"Yeah, a little."
Santana kissed Brittany's cheek.
"Just know that this will never go away…"
Brittany smiled.
"But I can't really stay long tonight; I'm meeting up with Puck."
Brittany's smile faded.
"Why?" She asked.
"It's something to do tonight." Santana dropped her hand, "You know how I get bored."
Brittany sighed, "I know. I just wish you'd stay at least for the night."
"Can't BritBrit, I'd love to though. But, uh, things come up. Sorry. But for the next…" Santana looked at her watch, "Hour I'm all yours."
Afterwards…
Santana sat up in her bed and began to put on her clothes, Brittany watched her with her hands lifting up over her head as she eyed Santana's perfectly tanned body.
"I can't find my shoes." Santana said. Brittany smirked.
"I hid them."
"You hid them?" Santana asked confused, "Why would you do that?"
"I don't want you to leave."
"Brit…"
Brittany got out of the bed and grabbed Santana's shoes behind the heater.
"Nice and toasty." Brittany said with a smile.
Santana took her shoes from her and slid them on.
"I hate it when you leave." Brittany said leaning against the heater with her arms folded. Santana smiled a weak smile and kissed her cheek.
"I know, but I have to…"
"But why? Puck'll understand…"
"Maybe I don't want him to understand." Santana pulled on her jacket.
"But, Santana…"
"Let it go!" Brittany looked hurt at her words. Santana sighed, "I'm sorry, I can't explain, I…I just have to go, okay?" Brittany said nothing more but watched as Santana exited her bedroom and walked down the stairs and out of the door. Santana opened the door to her car and sighed as she slid in and rested her head on the steering wheel. She looked up at the window to see Brittany's silhouette.
You love her, Santana thought to herself, you love her and if you stay you'll never leave.
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