A/N: Helloo! I'm so tired right now, i hope there are not too many mistaked...my apologies but its 3 in the morning!
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Tonight's the party. And it's her birthday. What do I do? Do I need to buy a present, would it be appropriate? What do I wear? Dress? No…overdressed. Do I let my hair down?
Santana woke up Saturday morning around 10 am, and a thousand questions were already clouding her mind. She was an absolute nervous wreck. Completely screwed. The only thing she was sure of though, is the person she'd take to the party. No way it could be Puck…He would just spend all evening trying to make out with her, and she certainly didn't need that now. Well she did need it, but not from him.
No, Quinn would come. This way they could just have fun together if it turned out that no one talked to them. Yeah, perfect.
Santana grabbed her phone and called Quinn. The tune rang a few times, before the tell-tell sound of someone answering could be heard.
"Hello?" Quinn asked in a soft voice, clearly not entirely awake.
"Hey Q, it's me! Did I wake you?" Santana replied cheerfully.
"No…well kind of, I'm still in bed. What's up?" The young blonde asked while getting out of bed.
"I was wondering if you wanted to come over tonight, there's a big party for Brittany's birthday…and I'm invited but I don't want to be alone because you know they'll all be…"Once Santana opened her mouth it seemed she had no more control over it. The words kept coming out. No stopping.
"San..SAN! I'll come. Just breathe." Quinn interrupted the brunette; chuckling at her best friend's rambling…what she didn't know is if it was because she was exited or nervous.
Quinn heard a relieved sigh.
"Great! How about you come over early, we can get ready together?" Santana inquired, not wanting to be alone in the house with the other, for some reason she felt self-conscious.
Quinn's eyebrows knitted, the Latina's voice sounded somehow unsure. That's unusual.
"Yeas sure. Huh…San are you alright?" Quinn inquired, this was not Santana's usual attitude. And it was weird. In fact, thinking about it, Santana had been weird about the whole 'Brittany case' since the very first day. All these games they played, in which she participated… Could Santana be… No, no way.
Santana cleared her throat before responding.
"Yeah, yeah…It's just, I don't know what to wear." The brunette tried to cover her nervousness with her interest for fashion. That would work, she thought.
And it did.
Quinn laughed, recognizing her best friend, and brushed off her previous thoughts.
"We'll figure it out. You said it's her birthday? Do I get her something? Did you?" Quinn quickly asked, not wanting to come without a present…or something.
"No..I didn't. Do you think I should? Damn, yes I should." Santana mumbled the last part, once again confusing Quinn.
"San, God. Calm down. Why don't we get her something together?" Quinn tired to find a solution, sensing that her best friend was completely lost.
"Oh yeah! Great idea!" Santana replied almost instantly. This way I can't be wrong. We get her something together, she doesn't think I'm lame, and we look good.
There was a moment of silence on the phone, neither saying a word. Finally, Quinn broke the silence, trying the hold back a laugh as her best friend was far away in her own little word.
"Santana. I don't know her. What does she like?" The young cheerio finally let out a chuckle.
"Huh? Oh…hum…dancing. She likes dancing and music…I guess." Santana eventually answered. Her thoughts were going in a complete different direction. She likes girls. She likes me. Kissing me, touching me…and making me come apparently. God.
"Alright…hum. What about…headphones? Like really good ones?" I have just no other idea, Quinn thought.
Santana thought about it for a second. She could definitely imagine Brittany dancing like a crazy woman around the living-room with her headphones on. Not a bad idea.
"You're a genius. Could you pick them up on your way over? I'll give you the money." Santana was already pacing through her room.
"Of course! I'll be at your place around 5pm. Okay?"
"Perfect! See you then, and thanks Q." Santana said honestly, she really was thankful for Quinn being there. Best, Best Friend, Ever.
"No problem, bye S." Quinn replied gently, she really loved Santana. As she hung up, Quinn thought about all the things that happened in the last few weeks. She had been so confused about kissing the brunette. What confused her the most was the effect it had had on her, she had felt so aroused, and…she kinda wanted more. But the more she thought about it, the more she realized it was not specifically directed to Santana. Sure, her best friend was…beautiful, but she had felt all the more aroused when watching Brittany. So maybe…she just like, happened to have an open sexuality.
Quinn should have felt ashamed or something, admitting that to herself…with her very strict education and all. But it was quite the opposite, she felt as if admitting it was a very good sign, it meant she accepted herself, and that's what it was about. Taking a deep proud breath, Quinn decided to start her day with a warm shower and a good breakfast.
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Brittany and Rachel were having breakfast already, in the kitchen, both drinking a coffee on each side of the counter. They woke up a while ago. Esteban deciding he was meeting his friends for a football game and then would stop at the mall to buy everything they needed for the party.
After a long discussion about which alcohol to buy and how many bottles, the boy left quickly giving Brittany a peck on the lips.
"You shouldn't have asked for tequila." Rachel said quietly, taking a sip of coffee and grinning slightly.
"I love tequila." Brittany shrugged.
"It makes you flirty." Rachel whispered knowingly against her mug.
Brittany smiled back at her best friend, damn she knows me well.
"And I'm not allowed to be flirty?" Brittany inquired quirking and eyebrow smugly.
"You are. I just thought you said you wanted to be friends with her." Rachel said, looking at her friend intently, trying to figure out what she was trying to do. She clearly is struggling here.
Indeed, Brittany's eyes grew wide at her friend's words.
"I won't do anything." The blonde said sternly.
"You know how you get after a few shots of tequila." The calm Brunette replied shaking her head.
"Yes…but I'll control myself. You'll control me." There. The blonde settled for that, no snarky reply for that.
"No I won't. I'll drink too. And when I do, you know I just push you even more." Brittany's best friend was right, every time they found themselves in these kind of situation it ended bad.
She remembered one time, they were in a very capital G gay bar in New York, getting pretty wasted, when a straight couple entered. Straight couples often went there, as it was so hype. The girl was outstandingly beautiful, and Brittany couldn't take her eyes off her. Rachel noticed, and that's how it all started. The brunette put together a plan, and a few hours later, Brittany was screwing the straight girl against a bathroom door, while Rachel distracted the oblivious boyfriend.
Hell, when Brittany and the girl had returned from the bathroom, Rachel had even bought them drinks and all. Crazy. Completely crazy.
But a great wing-woman, Brittany thought smiling at the memory.
"Not this time, Rach."The blonde shook her head, as if warning her friend.
"Why noooot? Come on, it's your birthday! Have fun!" The brunette whined.
At her best friend's words, Brittany palmed her forehead, shaking her head vigorously.
"You are such a bad influence." Brittany said chuckling.
"I am the voice of reason." Rachel said, rising her mug as if proclaiming something solemnly.
"More like the voice of treason." Brittany said, proud of her rhyme.
"Come on. You never cared, why now? Oh my God. Do you want to marry Esteban?" Rachel asked quickly, as if something had hit her straight in the head, putting a hand on her best friend's forearm.
Brittany laughed even more.
"No. I don't. But I don't want to hurt anybody." The blonde replied softly.
"But yourself." Rachel finished.
"You are such a pain, Rachel Berry." The dancer said seriously. Even though she tried to convince herself, she knew Rachel was right. She was fighting this so hard, everything she felt. It was a constant struggle. And it hurt her.
"Admit it." Rachel said, putting her mug down, and taking both of Brittany's hands in her own.
"What?"
"Admit it. You'll feel better." Rachel pushed her best friend's buttons. Maybe if she says it, she'll feel better and won't think about it that much.
Rolling her eyes, Brittany looked at her friend incredously. What the hell does she want me to say?
"What the hell, Berry?" The blonde only called Rachel by her last name when conversations got serious, or when they were teasing each other. Now, was the latter.
"Tell me. You want to nail her, to fuck her, to screw her….to finger her till she screams your name so loud everybody in the neighborhood will know she's yours…" Rachel said in a little singing voice that annoyed Brittany so much.
"Shhhhh! She could hear you." Brittany said trying to muffle her laugh.
"So what? Come on Britt, say it." Rachel urged her.
"Oh for fuck's sake! Alright! I want to fuck her. Are you happy?" Brittany said, finally letting a very heavy breath. That did feel good.
"Very." Rachel replied proudly, took her mug and tapped it against her best friend's in a toast manner.
Seeing how the tips of the blonde dancer's ears turned pink, Rachel laughed out loud, and decided to put her friend at ease.
"You have nothing to be ashamed of with me. You could take her right here on this counter and I would still cheer for you."
Brittany could help but laugh out loud at her best friend's words of comfort.
"Cheer for what?"
Santana's voice broke the two older girl's laugh. And froze Brittany on the spot, as she was wondering since when the Latina had been listening to their conversation.
Rachel quickly stepped in.
"For Britt. Cause you know, now she's an adult and all that shit." The older brunette said with a wide smile.
Santana smiled back, a small, polite, smile.
"Oh..sure." Santana took a few steps in the kitchen and prepared her breakfast, when she finally sat down on the other side of the counter, facing the other girls, Brittany finally spoke.
"So, who are you bringing tonight?" The dancer asked in a uninterested manner, but really she was dying to know. She already knew it would be hard to watch if the young girl deciding to bring the boy she called her boyfriend.
"My friend Quinn." Santana replied, not really looking up from her cereals. It was hard enough for her to be there with Brittany, but to be there with Brittany in very skimpy pajamas was a torture. So, not looking was the only way to be able to actually talk.
"Oh great." Brittany sensed that Santana was obviously not up for conversation, so decided to let the other girl be. She didn't know why the Latina was acting so distant, and she certainly didn't like it.
Clearing her throat, Santana took her cereals bowl and went to leave the kitchen, all the while saying in a very soft voice.
"I'm going to finish this in the living room." And she was gone.
"Girl, did you sneak into her room and left her hanging?" Rachel asked almost immediately.
"Fuck. Rach. No. I don't know what came over her." Brittany said, eyebrows knitted and still looking at the door.
"You are so naïve." Rachel replied shaking her head, knowingly.
Brittany didn't know what her best friend meant, and didn't bother to ask. Asking would only entail more discussion, and she couldn't stand it anymore. She was frustrated enough.
"So, tell me about her friend." Rachel said grinning slightly, and raising her eyebrows suggestively.
"You are unbelievable." The blonde said chuckling. She eluded the brunette's question, but she knew that the evening would be really interesting. In fact, a little too interesting. As it was a well known fact that Rachel had it bad for blondes. Really, really bad.
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Quinn arrived at 5pm sharp. She found Santana lost in a sea of clothes, they were scattered all around her bedroom floor.
"I have nothing to wear." The Latina said, when her best friend entered her room.
Quinn took a quick look over the room, and smiled at Santana, there were tons of clothes.
"Absolutely nothing, yeah."The blonde said, knowing there was no use in contradicting Santana.
Quinn showed Santana the headphones she got for Brittany, they were quite expensive ones, who were known for their very good sound, specially for the bass notes. The Latina was very satisfied, it was a good gift. They wrapped it, so it actually looked like a birthday present and got to thinking about what they'd were.
"I brought a dress." Quinn said, showing Santana a very pretty sundress, it was light blue, and would fit her perfectly. It was just so Quinn.
The Latina nodded approvingly at her friend.
"I was thinking I'd wear my black jeans, you know the ones that are low cut and a little torn on the knees." The brunette explained but stopped when Quinn nodded, indicating she knew which pants she was talking about.
"Great yeah. With what?" Quinn inquired.
"I have this dark blue shirt that I love, you know the one with the v-neck, that's kind of loose at the end?" Once again, the blonde nodded and smiled. Okay then settled.
Both girls took their time showering, and then dressed.
Santana decided on wearing heels, they would accentuate her feminity, and if she was to dance with…someone, she'd be a little taller.
The hair question was settled in a second, when Quinn didn't let Santana a choice and did her hair in a very loose bun from which fell perfect wavy curls of raven hair.
Quinn in her light blue sundress looked stunning, so fresh and beautiful. Santana looked equally as stunning but a little more dangerous in her looks. In the end, they were completely mirroring their personalities.
Around 8 pm, the girls started to hear loud music coming from downstairs, and finishing their makeup, opened the door, heading downstairs.
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There were indeed a few people.
Esteban had brought all his friends from football, they were at least 10, there were also a few girls around, Santana assumed they would be their girlfriends.
The Latina also recognized family friends she hadn't seen in ages, and probably wouldn't recognize her anyway. Subconsciously, her eyes searched for Brittany.
As soon as Esteban spotted his little sister, he rushed towards her. As usual.
"Santanita!"
Santana cringed at the words. Oh no, not tonight.
Through gritted teeth, the young girl managed to tell her brother.
"Esteban, could you please not call me that tonight?"
The boy let out a loud laugh, Santana could smell the beer on his breath and concluded that the party must had started a few drinks ago.
"Sure. Now, ground rules." Esteban could be fun, but he wanted to be sure his little sister wouldn't get into any trouble or do things she wasn't supposed to do.
Santana groaned at her brothers words, and Quinn just smiled at her friend.
Both young girls listened to Esteban, as he told them they couldn't drink anything strong, and couldn't smoke anything they saw passing.
"I know you're seventeen, and that you've probably tasted alcohol before, so you can have a beer or two, but that's it. Am I clear?" Esteban asked, pointing at the two girls seriously.
Santana and Quinn nodded vigorously, the brunette was surprised her brother would even let her have a beer. He's cool, she thought.
"Oh, and if I catch you sneaking away with one of the guys…don't even get me started." This time is was a very serious warning, and once again the girls nodded.
A good thirty minutes had passed, the girls had had a few slices of pizza and a few snacks, they were chatting by the makeshift bar, Santana drinking a beer and Quinn a diet coke. There was still no sign of Brittany.
As Santana and Quinn were talking about Sue and her constant bitching at cheerios practice, the brunette saw a flash of long blonde hair and her heart nearly exploded.
Brittany was there, she just entered the living room, she was just standing at the door, and smiling widely at some guy who was certainly wishing her a happy birthday.
She looked…no words. No words could describe how she looked. Amazing, stunning, hot, sexy, beautiful…all that put in one.
She was wearing short and tight light blue jean shorts, with a plaid blouse, and high boots. Her hair was flowing on her shoulders, wavy and perfect. Just the way Santana preferred it. Her makeup was light, and her eyes ever so blue.
As Santana was lost in a trance, Rachel came in too. Her outfit was simpler, she just wore plain jeans and heels and a tight dark red blouse that matched her lips. She looked very good. Santana could guess the two girls were used to make an impression. They both looked so confident.
Seeing Santana look at something over her shoulder, Quinn turned around and saw them too.
The young blonde's breath nearly caught in her throat. Damn (and she never thought damn), Brittany was hot. So sexy. Her eyes continued to the other brunette next to her, and her brain just stopped working. Blank.
Hot Damn.
Santana couldn't contain her smile, as she saw her best friend's jaw fall on the floor just like in those cartoons movies.
"You're drooling." The Latina said playfully.
"Who..who is she?" Quinn asked, trying to control her stutter.
"Rachel, she's Brittany's best friend."
Quinn nodded, and then decided she would drink a beer.
Santana followed her to the bar, her red cup was empty anyway.
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Brittany and Rachel chatted with a few of Esteban's brothers. When they arrived, Esteban had brought them their drinks, two mojitos. Making a toast to Brittany's birthday, everybody took a good sip.
Rachel and Brittany tapped their cups together, and had to stop themselves from downing their drink right there.
"Let's part-ay!" Rachel exclaimed and everybody cheered.
The two girls found themselves sitting on the couch, with a few other people, from were they were they had a very good vew of the other two younger girls.
"You didn't say she was hot. That's the second time you do that." Rachel said pouting and pointing at Quinn.
"Sorry." Brittany said chuckling.
"Do you think she's into girls?" Rachel asked, her eyes never leaving the younger blonde.
"Might be… Santana and her kissed." Brittany said unaffected.
"What? When?"
"A few days ago, in the pool. In front of me." Brittany said, taking a huge sip of her second mojito. Deciding to tease her friend.
Rachel face shot to the right, looking directly in her best friend's eyes.
"Excuse me?" Rachel asked, eyes narrowing.
"You heard me." Brittany giggled.
Rachel eyes went back to the young girls, looking both of them over, stopping to take a look at their asses..and humming approvingly. The brunette didn't even ask anything more, too lost in her own imaginary world, the alcohol helping.
"That must have been hot. So after that you went and scissored her?" Rachel asked playfully.
"No. After that she fingered me." Brittany stated, smiling and looking at Rachel as if she'd told her it would rain tomorrow.
Rachel's eyes widened until it seemed they would pop out of her head.
"Fuck me. You didn't tell me everything!" Rachel said a little too loud, and then burst out laughing.
"What's so funny?"
"And you think you'll be able to be friends with her?" Rachel inquired at her best friend's question, eyebrows raised.
"I said I'd try." Brittany mumbled.
"Yeah…well, try not to jump her tonight. It's like she's begging for it in those jeans." Rachel replied, pointing discreetly at the young Latina.
"Shut up. I'm trying to concentrate." The dancer replied hastily, rubbing her forehead.
"On what?" Rachel asked, now concerned.
"Anything. Other than her ass." That made both girls burst out laughing, their usual way to end a conversation.
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It was almost 11pm now. The music was loudly pulsing through the speakers, and everybody was getting pretty drunk.
They had eaten a huge cake, to properly celebrate a birthday, and had given Brittany her presents. She had gotten a few funny gifts, not serious at all, even Esteban had gotten her a sexy pair of underwear that she had shown to everybody and ad Santana blushing furiously.
When Brittany opened Quinn and Santana's gift, she looked very happy and surprised, she had thanked the two girls in front of everybody.
And the party had started again, this time going much more stronger.
The drinks were being poured a lot more frequently, and downed with a lot more rapidity.
Quinn had had a few beers and felt completely dizzy as she never drank.
Santana was drinking her fifth beer and was barely feeling a buzz. She went to parties more often, and drank other things than beer.
Everybody was in the middle of the living room, dancing and grinding. Others were on the couch making out and other in dark corners getting….acquainted.
Quinn was in the middle of the living room dancing like crazy, Santana was watching her from the bar, amused by her best friend lose of control. She was glad she was having fun, just hoping she would remember it.
The Latina sighed though…beer was getting old and on her part, she wasn't having a blast, she sighed again and turned towards the bar, ready to pour herself another beer.
As if having a sixth sense, a drink was pushed in her direction, exactly the same cup, but something that smelled very different inside, rhum. She thought.
"Thought you might need that." Brittany's voice echoed in her ears, her voice was soft and amused. When Santana's eyes met blue ones, she saw amusement there two.
The Latina knitted her eyebrows together, and smiled back.
"But I'm not allowed to do that." She replied in a playful tone.
"I'm the birthday girl. My rules." Brittany said and winked. This is not flirting, no it's not.
Santana quirked and eyebrow and nodded, finally taking the drink and a sip.
"Is it good?" Brittany asked as her eyes stayed on the brunette's lips for a little too long.
Santana noticed, and licked her lips seeing how Brittany fought to retain a gasp.
"Very. Thanks."
Brittany cleared her throat, and tried her best to continue the conversation without making it too..heavy.
"So, how do you like the party so far?" She asked casually.
"It's…nice." Santana said gently, trying to be polite.
Brittany scoffed.
"You're bored as fuck. Liar."
Santana laughed and nodded, whispering a little "Got me."
As the two girls were stuggling to keep their conversation on the good tracks, they saw something that made them both gasp loudly.
Quinn was still dancing like a mad woman, and behind her appeared an equally as cheerful Rachel, who quickly put her hands on the young girls waist, and started dancing suggestively with her. Quinn looked quickly over her shoulder to see who it was, and just smiled widely when she saw Rachel. What she did surprised Santana, as the young blonde cheerio ground her ass into Rachel's crotch, urging her to keep going.
They were literally dry humping on the dance floor.
Brittany couldn't believe what she was seeing, she had warned Rachel, and now there she was practically humping Quinn. And what's more, she wasn't watching her, keeping her for making a mistake.
Santana was quickly becoming very uncomfortable at the sight, uncomfortable and horny. She was imagining Brittany doing those things to her, touching her… The Latina cleared her throat and tried to look at something else.
"Well…they're clearly enjoying themselves." Brittany said finally, tried to ease the tension building between her and the young Latina.
Santana let out a soft chuckle.
"They are." The Latina said almost harshly.
Brittany could see Santana was uneasy, she was flushed, and was shifting nervously from one foot to another.
"You look beautiful." Word vomit. Fucking Mojitos. Why did I just say that? Brittany mentally face palmed herself, worst thing to say.
"I gotta got to the bathroom." Santana said quickly and stormed outside the living room, to the bathroom upstairs.
What she didn't see though, is that Brittany followed.
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Once inside the bathroom, Santana tried to breathe properly. Brittany was driving her mad, she was just so beautiful and nice…and everything. She wanted her, needed to have her.
Looking at herself, she inhaled deeply, closing her eyes and trying to forget her arousal.
All those good intentions vanished when the door swung open reveling Brittany, who quickly closed the door behind her, locking it.
Santana stumbled back, until her back hit the bathroom stool.
Brittany was watching her, staring at her. Her eyes were shamelessly roaming over her body.
"You really look beautiful." She said again, not even looking Santana in the eye.
Santana's eyes were set on Brittany's face though, trying to figure her out.
"I'm not allowed to sneak out with somebody." The Latina said smiling softly, still uneasy.
Brittany's eyes finally met hers.
"Birthday girl, remember?" The blonde replied ever so smugly.
Santana let out a little chuckle.
Brittany took a step forward, stopping a few inches away from the brunette. Her hand quickly coming to rest on the young girls waist.
"I can't be your friend" The blonde said honestly, almost sad. This time deciding on completely letting the alcohol and her feelings wash all over her.
Brittany's hand softly moved upwards, to trace small patterns with her forefinger on Santana's bare arm, then on her stomach, and still inching upwards.
All the brunette could do is hold her breath, and hope for the best. The best being sex.
Santana was feeling lightheaded, her last drink quickly messing with her senses. Brittany was playing with her now, and that was not fair.
"Don't do this to me." She whispered, almost inaudibly.
"I'm not doing anything." Brittany said, her finger coming to trace the bottom of Santana's left breast. Making the brunette gasp at the feeling.
"I just can't help myself around you…" As she spoke, Brittany's fingers kept teasing, and traced the same patterns on the right breast.
Santana's eyes closed at the feeling, gripping the edge of the bathroom stool harder.
Brittany's hand finally cupped Santana's breast fully, at the same time, Brittany took a step forward so that their bodies were touching and their breathes mending.
"Oh Fuck.." Santana whispered , feeling Brittany's hand on her breast in the other rubbing her arm, keeping her close.
Brittany buried her nose in the Brunette's neck, and inhaled, almost moaning at the sent.
"I need to have you so bad…" Brittany whispered just beside Santana's ear, just for her to hear. An almost silent and soft request…but made so strong by the blonde's actions.
"Please…" Santana moaned, she would probably combust if nothing happened, she could keep up with this teasing.
Brittany's dark blue eyes finally met hers, and they silently agreed.
A/N: hahaha agreed to what? Cliffhanger! I know you hate me...:-) Anticipation is the best part though!
I'm off to sleep!
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