Author's note: Because I love you, my reader's, oh so much. I decided to upload another chapter. Enjoy ;)
by the way, there are random song shout out's in the story. Can you find them and tell me what song their from?
"Satan! I didn't see you owning the hall's today."
"Yeah, I decided to go on a date with your boyfriend here." I elbowed Blaine in the ribs; receiving an ungrateful eye roll from Kurt and a giggle from Blaine.
"I wish you would stop stealing my boyfriend." Kurt stated as we walked into his TV room; I sat on the chair beside the couch that Kurt and Blaine curled up on. I couldn't help but envy the way one of Blaine's arms carelessly wrapped around Kurt's shoulders and the other holding his hand. You could have that if you didn't care so much about people's opinion. Your scared Santana, Women up before I have to beat you. I can't beat myself that's like… attempted suicide. Well I'll do that if you don't grow the fuck up! Shut up, I'm trying to figure out what Klaine is talking about. Klaine? Yeah, I'm too lazy to say their names separate. Fair enough. Fuck off! Why am I even talking to myself, god dammit I'm becoming a crazy person. No, you just have self issues.
"Santana, are you paying attention?"
"What-erm-no. What's going on?"
"Blaine wants' you to stay the night with us. My dad is out of town with Carol for a vacation and Finn will be just hanging with Mike playing Halo or Call Of Duty."
"What are you thinking we do?"
"Well, watch musicals, make snacks and gossip?" Kurt smiled, looking between Blaine and me.
"I don't know, I don't think I can stand a night's stand with Porcelain and Hobbit."
"Oh please Satan" Whipping out his signature look, Blaine's eyes grew three sizes as his bottom lip quivered ever so slightly. It was the one look I just couldn't say no to.
"Fine!"
"Oh yay!" Kurt cheered "if it's alright with you, can I invite my friend? She doesn't hang out with a lot of people, because they thing she is too stupid. So I try to involve her with people."
"Sure thing Kurt!" Blaine smiled down at his boyfriend, the gentle exchange between each other barely noticeable by me, until Kurt jumped up and ran out of the room.
"So Blaine. Who is this mystery friend?"
"I'm unsure, Kurt doesn't talk much about his Glee club friends."
"Oh joy. I hope she isn't crazy weird."
"Oh me two." Blaine sighed as Kurt floated into the room placing himself back into his boyfriend's arms.
"Brit said she'll be here shortly, she needed to make sure Lord Tubbington's wasn't going out to party again." Brit. As in short form for Brittany. As in the Brittany Peirce on her palm. As in her supposedly soul mate? I need to leave. This isn't right.
"Um- I forgot I need to do something. I should go, bye!" I tried to get up and leave quickly being stopped by Blaine's hand on my arm.
"San." His voice lowered "Just stay, it might be good for you." Will it? Will it really? Should I stay or should I go… ba na na na na… no. Stop singing, this is serious. Just stay, if worst comes to worst, you can run! Fine.
"Fine." I sit back down and stare at the TV screen, not really paying attention but more of worrying about what's to come.
Ok. So you finally talk about your problems, you tell someone about your secret and now all of a sudden I'm being confronted with some chick that coincidently has the same first name? Is it just me or does this seems to be going by fast! It is Santana. But deal with it, fate is starting to catch up with you my friend. Maybe if we spark then I will stop having to talk to myself. That would be nice, I feel like a freak. I'm my own best friend, who'd you hang out with last night Santana, Oh that's easy I hung out with two other people. It was me, myself and I! Oh, did you have fun? Why yes I-
"Santana? Are you alive there? This is Brittany." I blinked my vision back to be welcomed with an angel standing in front of me. Wearing an off the shoulder white shirt, short's with the print of a circus tent and the cutest knee high sock's; Brittany defiantly was perfect.
"Oh, uh. Hi Brittany. I'm Santana; well I guess you knew that." I can feel myself start to trip over my word's but still they kept coming. Why am I such a dolt? I look up to the greatest sight I could've ever imagined; Blue eye's shining towards, a bright smile graced her features as a strand of golden hair fell into her eyes.
"Alright! Now that introduction's are done let's do something that everyone has been looking forward to!" Kurt chirped as he went to a cupboard bringing out a few bottle's, I recognize the 2-6 of Smirn-off Vodka, Royal Crown Rum and something else.
"Alcohol Kurt?"
"Yes Blaine, it makes singing along to musical's way more entertaining!" I look at Blaine then travel over to Brittany, who is now sitting in the middle of the floor, bouncing every-so-slightly in her spot. She is beautiful. Not just beautiful Ms. Lopez, she's stunning. That doesn't even begin to describe how she look's. Oh! And the way she does the little-
"Santana?" The voice of an angel.
"Guh…" I feel blood rush to my face at my sudden spit up. I hear Blaine killing himself laughing and Kurt trying to get him to explain why he found it so funny.
"I mean- um- yeah?" I try to regain my composure before shoving my foot all the way down my throat.
"I was just wondering if you wanted to sit on the other couch with me. You look so lonely sitting over here." I feel a sudden burning in the palm of my hand as I nod slightly and began to move to the couch beside Brittany.
A lump started to form in my throat as we started downing the Vodka, Rum and Scotch. I could feel Brittany's body heat beside me; her carefree laugh, the way she vibrated when something would make her laugh really hard and the way my palm burned at the need to touch her. Come on, just do it! Blame it on the Alcohol Santana, the tattoo is starting to hurt at the heat it's giving off. Fuck it Santana just move your hand, yeah like that. SLOWLY THOUGH! Excellent.
The burning of my palm stopped as soon as I placed my hand in Brittany's; avoiding eye contact I looked straight into my fifth or sixth shot of Vodka. Brittany's hand never left mine, and soon I started feeling more courageous.
We ended up not watching musicals; ending up just blasting music and singing sloppily along with it, often messing up the lyrics. The next song started, the beat pulled me off the couch and out of Brittany's reach. Turning sharply on my heals; deciding quickly on my plan, I let my drunken state take over not at all worrying about the consequence.
So 1, 2, 3,take my hand and come with me
because you look so fine
and I really wanna make you mine.
I count the numbers out with my finger's wiggling my eyebrows at Brittany.
I say you look so fine
that I really wanna make you mine.
Oh,
4, 5, 6 c'mon and get your kicks
now you don't need that money
when you look like that, do ya honey.
Earning cat whistles from Blaine and Owow's from Kurt, I walk towards Brittany. Making sure my hips swing suggestively, curling my pointer finger towards the certain blonde angel.
Big black boots,
long blonde hair,
she's so sweet
with her get back stare.
Well I could see,
you home with me,
but you were with another man, yea!
I know we,
ain't got much to say,
before I let you get away, yea!
I said, are you gonna be my girl?
Editing the word's slightly to fix my gal's description. I find myself straddling her, her hand's traveling up and down my side's; making the last line come out rougher than planned.
Well, so 1, 2, 3, take my hand and come with me
because you look so fine
and I really wanna make you mine.
I say you look so fine
that I really wanna make you mine.
I jump off of Brittany; I feel a smirk spread across my lip's as I hear a slight whimper from my sudden departure. Whipping around I carry on with the song.
Oh, 4, 5, 6 c'mon and get your kicks
now you don't need that money
with a face like that, do ya.
I move slowly closer to Brittany; I do love to torture after all
Big black boots,
long blonde hair,
she's so sweet
with her get back stare.
Well I could see,
you home with me,
but you were with another man, yea!
I know we,
ain't got much to say,
before I let you get away, yea!
I said, are you gonna be my girl?
Brittany is standing in front of me, before I could lower onto her lap again. I go to say the next verse when I feel soft lip's pressed up against mine. As cheesy as it sound's; it felt as if fireworks where going off in my chest, our breath soon became labored and I start to lower Brittany down on the couch. Her tongue run's across my bottom lip and I part them; giving her tongue access. The burning desire from my chest and my palm start to go into over drive. Every touch became magnified, every breath, every kiss felt better than the last. My sense where going hey-wire!
Song: Are You Gonna Be My Girl by Jet
I do not own that song.