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Fragar1991- Oh God I made Sue so scary and mean. I had her planned as a bit nicer...But no.
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M- for ass kicking, language and lady loving in later chapters.
Well that could have gone better.
I couldn't even bring myself to look at Brittany. Now she thinks I'm crazy. I am actually trying my hardest to not punch any part of the elevator within my reach. Because that clearly wouldn't help in proving that I am not crazy as fuck. Gritting my teeth and thrusting my hands into the pockets of my leather jacket. Closing my eyes as tight as I could, trying to just block out the rest of the world at this moment. Why are you so stupid? Puck was just being his usual douchey self, why did you have to unleash Snixx and try to kill him? I mean there have been worse times…Like when you brought that girl home and he was hiding in your closet. Thank God you caught him in time… I can't help but let out an angry sigh, fists balling in my pockets. Trying to focus all of my energy on not making any fire, because that shit in an elevator may get dangerous. Why is it just for Brittany though? If it was anyone else I wouldn't have cared. I still hadn't looked at her since I dragged her to come with me. My eyes still clenched together, focusing on anything that wasn't that beautiful blonde. Feeling the movement of the elevator as it rises, hearing my uneven breaths as in inhale and exhale through my nose, the rapid beating of my heart as I try to regain some control of it. Why is it beating that fast? From the adrenaline coursing through my veins after throwing fireballs at one of my best friends. Or maybe it's because me and Britt had a 'moment' right here not that long ago. Would I have kissed her? To be honest yes. Damn these elevators and their doors that open at inconvenient times. To be fair the bigger question would be…Would she want to kiss me? The anger that I had towards Puck seemed to fade away the more I began to think about Brittany. About kissing Brittany. About just being with Brittany The girl you've been ignoring since the doors shut. After you dragged her with you. After you were what, defending her honour or something like that. It scares me how much I care. You don't care for people and they sure as hell don't care for you. As the elevator began to slow down, my eyes gradually opened. I still remained facing the doors, blinking as I grew accustomed to the light again after a few minutes of darkness. Everything in my body told me to turn around and look at Brittany, check if she was ok or not scared of me. But I fought it, my own stubbornness winning as I glared at the dim reflection of myself in the dark metal of the steel doors.
As soon as the doors opened I strode through onto my floor, ripping my jacket from my body and throwing it vaguely towards one of the hooks on the wall beside the entrance. Hearing it clatter to the floor makes me think I was unsuccessful in managing to hang it up without looking. I continued without bothering to stop and pick it up. Eh I'll get it later, it's not like anyone but me comes up here. Kicking off my shoes I made my was over to my orange, semicircular couch. Sitting myself right in the middle and with a flick of my finger lighting the fire pit that the sofa surrounds. Not very safe and it is in no way dark enough to actually require a fire, but you know, it distracted me slightly. I was slightly aware that the doors of the elevator hadn't yet closed as I stared into the flames, wondering if Brittany had the sense to not even get out and just go back down to where Quinn and everyone was, I'm sure it would be better than sitting up here alone with me.
"You can leave if you want" I spoke, staring intensely into the swirling colours in front of me, trying to keep my voice as monotonous as possible. My back facing away from where Brittany was probably still standing. Please don't leave me. I really don't mean it. "I mean you'll probably be more at home in like the Water floor, right? Being all icy and stuff" shrugging slightly as I put my arms behind my head and relaxed into the seat What are you doing? You don't want her to leave. My voice struggling to keep it's neutral tone as the sadness and realization that I may have messed up this friendship before it has even truly begun started to hit me. My voice almost sticking in my throat. "I'm sure you'll love Berry" and trying to attempt a sarcastic laugh, but ending up with a dry sounding scoff. God I'm breaking down at the thought of her leaving already Hearing the doors slide into place and the elevator move away to another floor. I can only slouch further into the cool leather of the seat at that, wishing I had tried put up a bit of a fight for our friendship. For her. Instead of trying to hand her over to people that she doesn't even know.
A few moments passed before I felt a hand being gently placed on the bare skin of my arm. I nearly broke my neck from bending my head over the edge of the couch as fast as I possibly could. From my position I saw the (albeit upside down) form of Brittany. My eyes following her with a confused gaze as she travelled around the seat to place herself beside me, leaving a small gap between us. Her legs gracefully crossing as she perches on the edge of the seat.
"You're still angry?" She asks, staring into the fire just ahead of us. Whereas I couldn't keep from looking at her. Although there was daylight pouring through the windows, the soft orange glow from the flames were almost reflecting off Brittany's pale skin. Surrounding her in a warm aura, that in my opinion couldn't have made her look more beautiful. Remembering that she'd actually asked me a question, I coughed and followed her line of vision so that I had returned to looking into the fire.
"A little bit" I mumbled "But I guess, that maybe…Just maybe Puck didn't deserve. All of that. Like about 99.99% I think he deserved…but not all" I answered truthfully, leaning forward so that my elbows were resting against my knees. I'll be damned if I say that to him though. Turning slightly to send a bashful smile towards Brittany.
"I guess he did deserve some of it" she says quietly, looking down to pick imaginary lint from her pants, a small grin creeping onto her face. "And, Erm I kind of liked being protected" a light blush developing on her cheeks. I shuffle my seating position again so I'm again lying into the back of the couch, my legs sprawled out onto the floor and my arms crossed lying against my stomach. Brittany almost exactly mimics my movement, but not before scooting over to close the gap between us, the tops of our arms lightly brushing together.
"I'll always protect you Britt" reaching over with my fingertips, my arms still folded, trying to give what was a loving pat across her arm, although the outcome was instead me just prodding her. Smooth. She smiles gently at me, turning her body so she is completely lying on her side facing me, curling her legs up onto the couch. "I promise" unfolding my arms and wiggling my pinky towards her, she laughs and hooks her own around mine.
"You're scared too" she whispers, this time it's not a question, pulling her finger away from mine. "You tried to get me to leave" she purses her lips, as though she's trying to figure me out. Eyes scanning me up and down and in this moment I've never felt so vulnerable. I close my eyes and turn my head from her, practically squirming away from her gaze.
"Yeah" I whispered. I really don't want to get into a deep conversation about my shitty life and my deep rooted emotional fears that I'm going to end up alone in my life. "Sorry" I felt awful that I had tried to push her away, it's my usual plan, if I care about someone Or they care about me the easiest thing to do is push them away. But I guess I can't now, I just pinky promised that I'd protect her, although she might be safer without me around.
"It's okay" I heard Brittany's voice, like a gentle whisper as she placed her hand on my cheek. My eyes gently opening as she turned my head to look at her. "I promise I won't leave." I looked into her eyes, searching for any sign that she may be joking or that she was lying to me, but I couldn't find anything like that. Just pure sincerity. Have I told you how pretty your eyes are… Words sticking in my throat as I realized I had known people for years and have never made me feel so safe or…loved? I can't even bring myself to think on that for too long. I can't love her. I found her during a break in at an evil corporation where I took her with me to prove they were experimenting. Wow this is a lot more complicated than I thought then. I almost let out a sigh, still feeling her soft touch lingering on my cheek. I could kiss her, right now. I try to resist looking down at her lips, because I know if I do, there will literally be no stopping me. Instead biting down on my own shyly. I could do this. I could kiss her. I could feel her hand slipping away as too much time between us passed, my breathing nearly completely stopping as her touch completely disappeared, her expression almost disappointed. Do it. I turned my body so I was completely facing her, propping my body higher with my arm, shifting myself further towards Brittany. Oh wait crap. Abort. As I was leaning in I could see her head turn away from me to look at something further down the room. The result was me basically crashing my lips into the side of her face. Okaaaaaay so how am I going to talk my way out of this one. As I pulled back, scooting over to make some distance between us, I could see Brittany look at me with a confused expression, brows knit together and still somehow managing to stay as cute as ever.
"SoDoYouLikeMyFloor!" I managed to half shout/half not-even-taking-a-breath. Jumping up from the couch and opening my arms out, spinning around like Julie Andrews in The Sound of Music. Again…Smooth Lopez! Doing all I could to not punch my self in the face at my own stupidity and clearly obvious I'm-Trying-To-Hide-The-Fact-I-Nearly-Made-Out-With-The-Side-Of-Your-Face-By-Distracting-You.
"Uhm yeah" I could hear her laugh out, all awkwardness instantly forgotten"It's very uh…Themed" she says looking around with a smile.
"Yeah I guess" I chuckle, scratching the back of my head and looking around with her.
Well she wasn't lying. It's as if someone just got together a team of interior designers and said "Make it look like a fucking volcano" I have no idea why every floor is themed to each elemental. To make us feel more at home? So naturally mine is filled with oranges, yellows and reds…and brown. I also think that's kind of the reason they stuck me on the very top floor, as they were seriously misguided thinking I worked like a solar panel, "She needs to absorb the sun, so lets put her as high up as possible" which yeah, isn't how I operate. Although on the plus side it gets me some great views, My floor is pretty much one big room. My eyes watching as Brittany takes in the gigantic area for the first time, as I followed her gaze around. As soon as you walk in the first thing you would probably notice is that one 'wall' isn't really a wall but a huge pane of glass, hence the badass views looking out to the grounds of HQ and the city behind it. The only problem is that when they designed 'my' floor they didn't know that I was the only one that would be living here, so a lot of the time I feel lost in here. The orange couch me and Brittany were sitting at curls around the fire pit in the direct centre of the room. I gotta say the orange does kind of clash with the bright yellow of the rest of the walls though. There's a couple of loveseats spread out in front of the colossal window and also surround a giant TV screen on the opposing wall. There's a small kitchen Complete with breakfast bar. just further up from the TV, which to be honest I barely use Why bother cooking when you can steal snacks from people…Even if it is Berry's god awful vegan shit. In the top corner of the room was an assortment of table games. Which would be awesome…if I had friends. Pool table, foosball…whatever. And beanbags for some reason, the whole room reminds me of a guys bachelor pad really. Not that that's a bad thing, I don't really hang about here that much. Also a really big design flaw would have to be the wooden floor. Like seriously, you stick the girl with the fire powers and the temper in with the wooden floor. Then put her in the highest point of the building so she can't really escape. Thanks guys…
I followed Britt as she walked towards In my opinion the best part of the room. On the furthest wall away from the elevator, covering the wall, like literally covering the wall, is my fake lava. You know how some places have those water features that are trapped behind glass, so it looks like a waterfall. Well yeah, mines just lava. So like props to whoever decided to throw this in for me. Standing behind her as she placed her palm against the glass.
"Wow" she exclaimed as she glanced up at the sheer size of it, her neck bending right back.
"Pretty cool huh?" I laugh. "It's better in the dark, it glows a little" I say, laughing again when she spins to face me, her bare feet squeaking on the floor, as she grins.
"It looks so pretty" She says with a smile. "what's through that door" I could see her pointing to the wooden another fire hazard door that was set into the 'Volcano wall'.
"Our bedroom" I immediately raised my eyes and started to splutter as I realized what I had said, also the fact that I had said it so instinctively. "I-I mean well yeah, if you really want to stay with me up here. We-We're like going to be sharing a bed." I stumbled through my words, blushing like mad. When I had found that only I was staying on floor six, I snapped my fingers (Literally) and made them take out any extra beds and anything that would get in the way of my SuperMaster bedroom. Looking at Brittany's shocked face, which was kind of frozen in that position Like I was getting a bit worried. I let out a sigh "It's cool. I could just…sleep on my couch, or beanbag or something" I said with a weak (And totally unconvincing) smile, turning to try to locate my spot for the night.
At that Brittany snapped out of whatever trance she was in and reached forward to tug on my hand. "No. It's your floor, I'll sleep with you." Okay was it my imagination or did she wink at me there…Probably just you Santana. "Or if you didn't want that." Yes. I 100% want that. "I'll make sure that I'll be the one sleeping out here" she says with a kind smile.
"No it's fine" I say, noticing that she still hasn't let go of my hand, giving it a small squeeze. "If it's fine with you it's fine with me." walking her towards the door "Come on"
As we walked into my room (Totally resisting the urge to say 'This is where the magic happens') I could hear Brittany let out a small gasp of appreciation, dropping my hand to look around. I felt kind of proud because this is probably the only part of my floor that I actually could say I designed myself. it's amazing how fast you can get someone to redecorate after a little "fire incident" like before one of the walls is completely glass, although thick black curtains cover the view right now. The only light coming from the small fire I keep burning in the corner of the room I practically live like a vampire. The walls are painted a deep red, with swirling black patterns creeping around the edges, a plush, red carpet covers the floor. On the right, another door leads to the bathroom, another right next to it that takes you to my walk-in closet Ahem, it's like pure sex walking into that closet. But the main focus rests on the large, black four-poster bed that I have pushed against the back wall, complete with red satin sheets. Of course. Keeping with the theme.
"So do you like it then" I asked, watching as she dropped herself right in the middle of my bed, laying down on her back in a starfish position. There is a hot blonde in your bed. Santana. Santana look. Look at how hot she is. You're going to be sleeping with her…but not like that. you're going to be sleeping next to her and you can't even touch her. Help.
"Yeah" She replied, not looking at me, well I couldn't tell, her loose hair had fallen across her face and I could see the hair around her mouth blow away each time she took a breath. "It's awesome. And your beds reeeeeeelly comfy" as she flopped over and cuddled herself into a ball, thankfully on the right side of the bed (Left side's mine bitches).
"You tired?" I asked, barely managing to stifle a yawn. Seriously how am I even this tired. Although I suppose I did nearly become a one woman bonfire before. Giving a mental fist pump when I could see her nod her head. "Okay. Fuck the time, we're sleeping, right now" Actually what is the time, I haven't checked since we got here. Walking over to the window I pushed aside the curtain to see that the sun had set and darkness had enveloped the sky. Good timing I guess then. I returned the drapes back to their original position and turned around to see that Brittany had gotten up from the bed and was awkwardly standing in the centre of the room. "What's up?" I asked, wondering why she wasn't under the covers yet.
"I don't have any PJ's" She says sadly, gesturing down at the worn doctors scrubs that she had been wearing since I met her. Oh yeah.
"I can fix that" I smiled and ran towards my closet, grabbing a handful of pyjamas. I keep them all in the same place, just a mixture of baggy t-shirts, vests and shorts and threw 2 pairs towards Brittany, who was beaming at me. "Okay…I-I'm just gonna go put these on in the bathroom. OK?" trying to not think about how Brittany will be undressing only a few feet away from me as I walk/ran to the door. Shutting the door behind me and leaning against it, throwing my sleeping clothes to the floor. This girl may kill me. Smirking as I tried not to imagine a naked Brittany behind me, pulling my black vest over my head, exposing my equally black lacy bra. Walking forward towards the sink I looked at myself in the mirror, a couple of purplish bruises forming after my daring rescue of Brittany. In one swift movement pulling both my jeans and underwear off and throwing them into a pile along with my vest. I began feeling around on the floor for my shorts, still trying to assess the damage on my body by maintaining eye contact with the mirror as I did so. My hands gripping the material as I began pulling the shorts on. Typical I had to pick out the most embarrassing bright pink shorts that barley came down to my knees. Lovely. Suddenly jumping back in surprise as Brittany burst through the door.
"Hey Santana. You accidentally gave me two shirts and no shorts" she started, waving a t-shirt in front of my face. Stopping instantly when she saw that I was wearing just my shorts and bra. Her face turning beet red, I began to do the same when I saw that she was only wearing one of my favourite shirts (the baggiest one I owned, plain black with a little broken heart in the centre) and only my favourite shirt. I ran my eyes up the smooth endless legs, I couldn't speak and was just gulping like a fish out of water. "Oh wait it's fine you have some shorts here" She said with a smile, bending down to pick whatever I had just thrown on the floor. Well I just about nearly died. The shirt that was just barely covering her ass to begin with started slowly riding up as she bent down to retrieve the extra pair of shorts on the floor. But as soon as it had happened Brittany was up thrusting a shirt into my hands. "Swapsies" She grinned as I took the shirt from her.
"Heh Yeah" I managed to finally get out. Watching as she walked towards the doorway, still naked from the waist down. Not ignoring how she lingered at the doorway, turning round and resting against the doorframe. I had to bite my lip to suppress a shudder as I noticed how her eyes were slowly raking up my body, definitely noticing how they lingered a little too long on my breast area. Before sending me a cute smile and closing the door behind her.
Pulling the shirt over my head I glimpsed at myself in the mirror I was previously looking in. Noticing how now I was flushed completely due to the presence of one Brittany Pierce, my lips slightly red from my teeth biting down into them. Running the water, I splashed water on my face, in a vain attempt to cool myself off before stepping into my room. Grabbing a band by the sink to tie my hair into a loose ponytail, looking directly at myself in the mirror. "C'mon Lopez calm down, It's just sleep. Sleeping next to someone" I muttered to myself, stopping the flow of water coming out the faucet. Trying to give myself a pep talk before walking into my own bedroom. Walking towards the door and grabbing the handle, closing my eyes and sighing before twisting the door open before putting on my trademark smirk. Well here goes.
Walking into the room hesitantly, nervous at what I would find. Hopefully Brittany lying on the bed...Naked. Covered in rose petals. What? However I didn't expect to see her already curled up underneath the blankets already asleep, her light snoring giving her away. What how can you eye someone up (Especially someone as hot as me) and just fall asleep? I only resisted the urge to shake her awake and to get my sweet lady kisses on because she looked too cute. Huddled into a foetal position, blanket wrapped tightly around her as her legs curled up in front of her. Her face completely relaxed. Damn you Brittany. I crawled onto my side of the bed and tried to regain my half of the covers, tugging gently so I could also wrap myself up. Without hesitation this time, leaning over to gently kiss the side of Brittany's cheek.
"Night Britt" I whispered, turning over to snuggle my face into my pillow.
Smiling to myself as the only response I got was a small hum from the girl beside me.
So did you like that?
WAIT UNTIL YOU SEE THE NEXT CHAPTER. We got training and a little bit of macking... (It's not written at all yet but that's the plan)
Okay so I don't know if you want a 'Santana Back story'or not. (You will get Brittany's)
So loads of parts of this story are based on stuff in my life. I have had someone make out with my cheek, I've also been walked in on when changing because I forgot to give them a shirt. OH and I have a birthmark that is about 5 degrees hotter than the rest of my body...It's awesome.
ANYWAY.
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