Chapter 5: Making Up
It's been a few days since I last talked to Brittany. She has texted me a few times like saying good night and stuff and I've texted her back but we've never actually spoke since Saturday. I think I should just get a grip and call her, so what we had a disagreement it's not the end of the world right? Although we don't usually have disagreements, in fact ever since we started dating properly we've never fought.
I was going to call her tonight once I get in from school but then I remembered she works Tuesday nights teaching a dance class so I guess it'll have to wait until tomorrow. Maybe I should text her and tell her I'll call her tomorrow night to make sure she'll be in because I think we should talk and stop delaying it. I pull out my phone to text Brittany when suddenly a grape comes flying towards me so I quickly look up.
"What the fuck?" I say glaring at all my friends who are sitting around the table. "Who threw that damn grape at me?"
"I did" Puck says. "You weren't listening to any of us so I wanted to get your attention."
"What do you want?" I ask.
"Well my parents are away this weekend so I'm throwing a party so I need to know what you're bringing for it" he states.
"What I'm bringing?" I ask in disbelief. "I'm not bringing anything because a) I didn't know there was a party and b) I don't want to go to a stupid party you're throwing" I say angrily. "And furthermore don't throw a grape at me again or it won't just be your damn Mohawk I'll cut off" I threaten.
"Whoa chill out San" he says, clearly shocked at my outburst.
"SANTANA!" I scream. "I've told you before to only ever call me Santana."
"Ok I'm sorry, jeez calm down girl" he says sighing.
"Santana, what's wrong?" Mercedes asks while turning towards me.
"Nothing" I huff while standing up. "I'm going to class."
"But we still have another thirty-five minutes of lunch left before class" Mercedes states.
"I'll go to the library then" I say while walking off. I can hear my friends mumbling stuff about me but I don't care, I'm not in the mood for their behaviour today. I thought I was an immature brat sometimes but throwing a grape at me is just as bad.
I sit in the library until it's time to go to class. I couldn't really focus on any of my studies because I was too busy thinking about Brittany. I sent her a quick text about calling tomorrow but she hasn't replied. I'm just hoping she is busy and not avoiding me. As soon as I got to class, I still couldn't concentrate so next week's test is going to be fun considering everything the teacher went over today is in the damn thing.
"Oh finally" I say a little too loudly, thankfully I am in my bedroom alone so no one heard me. Brittany has just texted me back a few moments ago and said it was cool to phone her tomorrow so I'm thankful for that. I know the phone call is long overdue but at least we're getting to talk tomorrow. I send a quick reply back to make sure she knows I got the text before returning to my homework.
After my homework I had dinner with my family and then returned to my room. I had been thinking over dinner that maybe I should invite Brittany here tomorrow instead of calling her. I mean what better way to talk than face to face right? I quickly send her a text.
To Brittany: I know you're busy at work but how about you come here tomorrow and we can talk. Text me back when you have a chance.
She's texts me back almost instantly.
From Brittany: I'm letting the kids have a quick break just now hence the reason I can text right away. Sure tomorrow at yours sounds good, what time?
To Brittany: say around six, just after dinner.
From Brittany: no probs babe, speak to you tomorrow. Night x
To Brittany: ok, night.
As soon as Brittany arrives I hug her tightly. "I'm really sorry, I think I might have overreacted" I state.
"You think?" she asks smugly when we pull out of the hug.
"Ok I definitely know overreacted" I say. "Look how about we go to my room and talk?" I suggest.
"Ok cool, let's go" she says before we proceed upstairs. We take a seat next to each other on the bed.
"I didn't mean to act like such an immature brat but I just panicked. It's no excuse though and I know that" I tell her. She places her arm around me and kisses the top of my head. We fall into a comfortable silent
"Actually do you know what, I'm just going to pull out" Brittany says breaking the silence.
"What?"
"I have no idea what I was thinking, I'm so stupid" she tells me. "How could I pick a dancing job over you, seriously where is my head at" she says shaking her head. "I'm sorry, I can't believe I just did that. I promised you so I'm not going to break a promise."
"Brittany listen, we established I overreacted so don't feel guilty" I tell her. "It's only regionals so just go to the dancing thing. I just panicked but it's not going to change how I perform where you are because it's not like you can be on stage with me anyway" I tell her.
"No but I do feel bad for picking something over you, it's just it would have been the first dancing job I took since Christmas which was three months ago so I felt I needed something to keep my dancing active" she says. "But I'm sure I'll find something else soon enough, I mean if I need to wait until the summer then so be it" she smiles slightly. "I've never let you down before so I'm not about to start today."
"No Brittany I don't want you to come anymore" I state.
"Excuse me?"
"That came out wrong, of course I want you to come. I mean I'll only feel guilty if you did so I'd rather you went to your dance thing, dancing is your dream after all and I have so much respect for it" I say with a confident smile.
"Are you honestly sure?" she asks.
"Of course I am, now enough of this conversation, let's move on" I say while laying back on the bed.
"That suits me" she says, lying next to me.
"So what do you want to do now, do you want to hang out for a bit or do you need to go home?" I ask.
"Well…" she says taking a pause. "How about a little making up?" she suggests while wiggling her eyebrows before rolling half on top of me with her leg slipped between both of mine.
"Hmm, I don't know" I tease.
"Oh come on, tell me you don't want to do a little making up after our fight" she smirks.
"I don't want to do a little making up after our fight, there I told you" I say proudly.
"You better be joking me" she says. "I won't see you until at least Saturday again which is too long away so we got to do a little something tonight to celebrate our fight being over."
"How would you suggest we make up?" I ask.
"We could start with making out and see where it takes us" she suggests.
"Making out with Brittany?" I hum while pretending to ponder the thought. "I'm not sure I want to."
"Santana please I can't wait until Saturday" she says.
"Did you just beg?" I laugh.
"Ok I realise how that sounded but I didn't….do you know what, yes I did beg now can we at least make out or something. I'm getting Santana Lopez withdrawal symptoms and they're not a great feeling" she says.
"Oh really, what are the symptoms like?" I say smirking.
"Well a major symptom is my whole body hurting so I need you to kiss every inch better and also…" she starts off but I have to stop her.
"Ok not going to happen" I state. "My parents are just downstairs and they're pretty unpredictable so there's a limit at what we can do. I'm all for a little sexy times but we have to be careful because one minute my mom could be watching yet another boring cooking show on TV and the next she could be in here talking to me."
"Oh what?" Brittany says disappointedly. "You don't have a lock on your bedroom door don't you not?"
"Unfortunately I don't" I reply.
"So what we really need to wait until Saturday when you come over to my place?" she asks.
"Who said I was hanging out at your apartment this weekend, maybe I have plans" I say.
"Well you better cancel your plans then because there is no way I'm waiting another week" she tells me. "If we can't do anything tonight then we have to meet on Saturday."
"What if I don't cancel my plans?" I ask.
"Trust me babe, you don't want to know" she replies.
"Brittany that is so unfair" I state. "Threatening to break up with me if I don't have sex with you before the week's out" I say in mock shock.
"No-no Santana, I was only joking" she says worriedly. "I wouldn't threaten you ever and I most certainly wouldn't break up with you if you didn't want to…" I stop her before she finishes because she is getting even more panicked.
"Relax" I say smiling. "I am only messing, I know you wouldn't" I say and she breathes a sigh of relief. "Although I am serious about being careful tonight, I'm telling you my parents are going through a stage where they keep walking into my room and asking me random stuff. I mean last night my mom came strolling into my room without even knocking to ask me how am I."
"That is sort of random" Brittany states.
"I actually get the feeling she is checking up on me or something. I don't know what I could have done for her to think I'm up to something" I say.
"Do you know we have probably been talking for too long now" she tells me. "We could've totally just made out for the entire time we were talking" she states.
"I know" I start laughing. "Trust me to always ruin moments."
"Hey there's still time to make out…or do something more" she says while kissing me on the neck.
"No wait a second" I state.
"What's wrong?" she asks while still kissing my neck.
"We should stop because it's way too risky now" I say and Brittany looks at me to elaborate. "Well because it's been so long since my mom last came into my bedroom then it's more likely that she could stroll in any second now, do you see what I'm saying?"
"Yes, I see what you're saying" she says laughing.
"What's funny?" I ask frowning.
"Just you" she laughs. "Do you see what I'm saying" she says in a mimicking tone.
"Ok babe don't make a fool of me, you know what happens when you do that" I state.
"Yeah I didn't like that weekend on the couch by myself when you managed to stay the whole weekend at my apartment" she says.
"Exactly, you had me for forty-eight hours straight but yet you had to ruin things and end up on the couch alone while I was in your nice comfy bed" I say with a smirk. I don't know how I managed to persuade my parents to let me stay at Brittany's for a full weekend but I did…actually they didn't let me because they didn't know, I lied and said I was staying with Mercedes.
"Do you know thinking about the different scenarios that have occurred in our relationship, I actually think you're the one that wears the pants" she tells me and I quickly glare.
"You did not just say that to me right?" I say.
"Uh…I did" she says while looking slightly worried.
"Babe you know I hate it when people define relationships like that" I state.
"Ok I'm sorry but there have been a few times where you've had to whip me into shape so to speak. I do tend to get a bit too jokey at times so you need to bring me back to reality" she tells me and it's sort of true. There are a few times where I've had to be like, 'look Brittany be serious please' but saying that I can be immature at times too.
"Actually I think we have a pant leg each, wouldn't you say so?" I state. I mean it makes sense, sometimes I need to put my foot down and other times she has to.
"A pant leg each?" she says laughing. "I like that, I suppose your right" she says and I nod.
Brittany rocks on my thigh while sliding her hand slowly up my side, under my shirt towards the edge of my bra. "Mm someone has missed me" I state cockily at how passionately she starts to kiss me.
"Oh you have no idea" she says between kisses. I don't know how we got like this when I was against doing anything in case my parents walked in but anyway I don't want her to stop kissing me now so I'll just need to risk it. She continues to kiss me for a few more seconds before slowly moving position slightly so she can unhook my bra while my shirt is still on. As soon as the bra is unfastened, she wastes no time in moving her hand under the loose garment and cupping my breast.
"Oh babe" I can't help letting a moan slip because it's been way too long since she touched me anywhere.
"The sound of your moans really do something to me" she says while smirking. "Just think, if this is how much you moan when I touch your breast then how much can I make you moan when I touch somewhere even more intimate" she cockily says.
"Babe, don't talk" I say while trying to kiss her this time. She smiles and presses her lips against mine. We just start to get into a nice rhythm of kissing and Brittany massaging my breasts when we're interrupted.
"I'm coming in Santana, is that ok" I hear Jason say after a quick knock on my bedroom door.
"Uh, ok" I say while sitting up. Brittany quickly pulls her hand away and rushes over to the chair and sits down. I shoot her a glare because there was no need for that, she could have stayed sitting next to me.
"What?" she shrugs. Before I get a chance to answer, Jason walks in.
"Oh hey Brittany, I didn't know you were here" he says smiling at Brittany.
"Hey, how are you?" Brittany says politely.
"Oh fine, just keeping busy" he replies. "Hey have you mentioned me to Naomi yet, does she know me?"
Before Brittany answers I interject, "That is not relevant right now so what do you want?" I ask annoyed. I have my arms folded tightly against my chest so it isn't too obvious that my bra is unfastened.
"You know how I'm grounded this week" he asks and I nod. "Well can you cover for me tomorrow because some friends are going to a strip club and I really can't miss that?" he asks and I'm not entirely sure what he means by cover for him. What am I supposed to rearrange the pillows on the bed to look like him or pretend he's running an errand?
"How exactly do I cover for you?" I ask.
"I don't know, you'll think of something" he states. "You're smart so it should be easy."
"Look Jason I don't…" I am cut off by Brittany.
"With all due respect, I won't have my girlfriend lying for you so go and find someone else" Brittany tells him.
"You want to continue seeing my sister right?" he asks and Brittany glares. "I could easily tell my parents you were saying stuff about them behind their back after dinner the other night and you'll never see Santana again. Carlos and Maria didn't like you initially so it won't take much persuasion for them to not like you again" he says and I almost lose it.
"You can't threaten Brittany like that so it's a definite no for covering for you tomorrow now get out" I demand and after a second he leaves. "Listen Brittany don't worry, my parents like you so I doubt they'll listen to him. And even if he does say something nasty about you, I'll tell them his whole plan and trust me they'll believe me more because Jason will do anything to sneak out when he's not allowed and they know that."
"Oh I'm not worried" she replies.
"Ok good" I say. "Anyway why didn't you want me to cover for Jason?"
"Well we're going to that concert in a few weeks and we're already pushing it with your parents changing your curfew so I don't want them to find any other reason to not let you go or change your curfew back to the earlier time" she tells me. "If they found out you lied to them I doubt they'd be happy trusting you to be out later than you should."
"Actually that is a really good point, best stay on their good side" I say.
"Exactly" she replies smiling.
"So tell me why you sprinted across the room when Jason knocked on the door?"
"I didn't know it was Jason, I thought maybe your parents" she replies. "I know they like me a little bit but I still want to impress them so I didn't want to give them any other reason to not like me. I didn't think them seeing me touch their daughter's boob was the best way to go in making them like me" she says while laughing.
"I know that" I say. "I meant why did you need to move over there, you could have still sat next to me?"
"I don't know, I sort of panicked I guess" she replies.
"Well are you still panicking or can we get back to it, I was really enjoying our make out" I say smirking.
"Ok" she laughs while making her way over to me again. We just manage to press our lips against one another's when we are interrupted once again by my mom waltzing in the room. Luckily we heard the noise of the door handle open so we quickly pulled away before my mom walked in. It's not a big deal if she saw us kissing but like Brittany said, it's best to stay on her good side if we want to go to the concert and I don't suppose making out on my bed would help.
"Hi Brittany" my mom says smiling.
"Hi Maria" Brittany politely smiles back.
"So um…what do you want because Brittany and I were kind of busy" I say in the politest way possible.
"I was just coming to see if either of you wanted anything, would you like a drink of anything Brittany" my mom asks.
"She's ok, I've just asked her" I reply and my mom nods but makes no attempt to leave the room.
"Anything else mom, like I say we were busy" I say.
"Oh what were you two girls busy with?" my mom asks.
"Uh…" I don't know what to say.
"We were talking over songs, Santana said she has to come up with a good song to sing in glee club tomorrow and she wanted to know what I thought" Brittany says and I breathe a sigh of relief. "They've to sing a song that's current at the minute and say why they chose that song."
"Yeah exactly, I had a song in mind and Brittany was saying whether she thought it was a good choice or not" I say.
"Ok but how does she know it's a good song if there's no lyrics lying around or the song playing?" my mom questions.
"Well…" crap she knows something is up and I'm lying. There's no evidence of us doing anything related to school since we're sitting on the bed next to one another doing nothing. If this doesn't look suspicious then what does.
"Actually Santana knows all the words to the song so all she had to do was sing it to me, I didn't need to hear music playing or see any lyrics to know" Brittany says with a smile. I don't know how she can look so calm.
"Right, I see" my mom says but I'm not sure she totally believes us. "I should go back downstairs now but how about you leave this door open for just now. It's quite warm in your room so let some air in" she says before leaving.
"Damn, she knows we weren't talking about glee" I state and Brittany nods.
"I just feel so guilty for lying to your mom but I just panicked. I know we said we should be honest about everything since we want to go to that concert but I don't think we should have been honest there" she tells me.
"Yeah, you're right" I say. "Even though she's ok with me dating you since you're older, I still think she'd be uncomfortable if she saw us kiss. I just get that feeling just now that she wants to be happy for us but is still concerned" I say.
"She's probably just getting used to you dating someone since this is your first relationship" she says and I agree. I don't know how many times my mom has said everything is ok with us dating and she likes Brittany but I know deep down she is still feeling sad that her youngest child is growing up now.
"Maybe just for a little while we should be careful when my parents are around until my mom gets used to the idea of me growing up. She won't say anything but I know she's finding it hard to deal with" I say. We talk for the next while and just hang out until Brittany goes home and agree to meet up on Saturday no matter whether we see each other before then or not.