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Hope you like the next chapter. What do you think about the friendship Brittany and Santana are building up, is it slow/fast enough?
I haven't slept that good the last weeks. When I slowly open my eyes the next morning, I can feel something around my waist. Curious what this could be I rub my eyes and yawn. Something is different. The walls are darker than before and this room smells different than mine.
Wait.
This isn't my room.
Right.
I was in Arizona. Yesterday I came into Santanas Room because I couldn't sleep. She told me goodnight and I closed my eyes.
But what is this weight around my waist? When I look down I gasp.
She had thrown her arm around me while we slept. That's when I notice her breath tickle my neck. Okay, this was officially beginning to be weird. The first minute she hated me and now she cuddled with me.
Not that I would complain. It felt good lying here with her arm around my waist. I feel protected and comfortable. It feels familiar.
So I pretend like I am sleeping when I feel her move. I don't want her to feel uncomfortable or embarrased when she notices in which position we are.
And that's when she pulls her arm away, the bed shifts and she leaves the room. I knew that she'd be uncomfortable. Instantly I miss her touch and the warmth she'd gave me.
With a short look on my phone I can see 7 unread messages and 3 missed calls. Thank god I set my phone silent over night. I would've kill Sam if he had woken us up.
When I can hear the door opens the next time, I close my eyes and pretend to be asleep. I don't know what else I should do.
"Britt", she whispers at first but I don't react.
"Britt, wake up. We're going to be late", she says. That's when the curtains are put to the side and the sun is shining hard in my face.
"Oww", I grumble, wrinkle my nose and hide my face in the pillow. I wasn't a morning person. To be honest I loved to sleep long.
"Britt you really need to get up", her voice sounds serious this time and I can imagine her standing there, hands on her waist with that look only my mum gave me.
"But I don't want to. Let's lay in bed all day. Please", I beg.
I can hear Santana giggle. "As good as this sounds, you need to get your ass out of my bed. We get into trouble if we're late."
"Since when do you care? Tell'em I got sick over night or got lost somewhere between Lima and Arizona", I try.
"Unbelievable", I can hear her breathe. Then suddenly her bed shifts and I can feel a body on mine.
"If you don't get up, I need to use other ways", she says. I lift my head and can see her grinning. Instantly I know what she has in mind.
"No!", I beg. "No, no, no. Don't you dare!"
But Santana knows no mercy. She begins to tickle me everywhere. I start laughing so hard, because this is my biggest weakness. "Stop it, Santana!", I beg her but she continues.
"Will you get out of bed now?", she asks giggling between her tickles. I try to say a word but my laughter fills the room. It's hard to say anything, let alone nod.
"Will you?", she asks again. I try to tickle her but Santana is stronger and grabs my wrists. She pinches them over my head. Her hair is falling on each side of her face down on me and I can feel it tickle me sometimes on my cheeks. There's a cute little smile on her lips. She's really beautiful.
"Will you?", this time her face is getting nearer and I can barely feel her breath on my skin. She knows what she does and how she does it. I gulp and nod. She had me. I was willing to do whatever she want me to. I can feel the tension between us building up, unable to control the butterflies in my stomach. What happened to me? I was acting like a weird little puberted boy. I wasn't even into girls. But being with Santana the last hours made me act different.
Made me feel different.
She closes her eyes and so do I. I expect her to kiss me every moment but she knew better.
"Fine", she whispers and leans back. I am so disappointed right now but try really hard not to show it. By the look on her face I can see that I failed. She had noticed. I feel so embarrased right now.
What would she think of me?
Why did I even wanted this?
What did she do the last hours to me? What happened to me?
"Get up little B", she smiles before lifting herself off of me and of the bed. "We have to be in 20 minutes at school. I'll drive us, we should be there in time. And oh, by the way. You wanted to tell me what a Lord Tubbington is."
"He's my cat", I mumble sleepy. "The best cat ever. But I quess while I am here, he's hanging out with his old gang, smoking zigarettes and stuff."
I can hear Santana giggle 'cute' before she leaves the room.
It was hard but somehow I made it out of bed. Santana even made me a hot cacao. It was really sweet from her. She changed the last hours so bad. I liked her like this. She does sweet things, listen to me and protects me. I like this Santana more than the one who called me blondie and acted totally cold.
She even opened the passenger door for me to get in. I was amazed.
St. James High School was interested. It was big and there were many pupils. The schoolyard was beautiful. There were bushes on the one side, trees and benches. It looked like a place where people loved to be. Everyone seemed happy and be friends with everyone.
"Hello Newbie!", I wasn't nearly 2 minutes here when the first stranger talked to me. He had curled, blonde hair, to much gel in it and looked to friendly. His eyes roamed over my body and he took my hand to give a soft kiss on the back of it.
"My name is Jesse. Jesse St. James. Nice to meet you", he introduces himself.
"Get lost, St. James!", Santana directly hisses. She links her pinky with mine and pulls me with her.
That doesn't prevent Jesse from following us.
"Oh come on Santana, don't hide her from me", he smiles.
Santana stops and he crashes into us. "Sorry", he mumbles to me and I give him a little smile as if to say it's alright.
"What do you want, Jesse?", she asks him. "How often did I already told you to fuckin' leave me alone? I am not interested in you and so is Britt."
"Britt?", he asks. "That's your name, right? Britt sounds sweet."
"It's Brittany", I correct him.
"Even sweeter", his smile is getting bigger. Somehow is he creepy. He seems friendly but creepy. Is that even possible?
"Stop flirting with her", Santana growls. "She's not interested. Just because your father is director at this school, doesn't mean every girl wants to ride your stick, Lady Gaga!"
"I like Lady Gaga. She has a great voice and really good songs", I inform Santana. She looks a little bit confused and so does Jesse but I don't care.
Then, suddenly Jesse starts so sum. I don't know what he is doing before he starts singing a song I didn't even know. He begins to move and sing and out of nowhere there are 3 other guys singing with him. Santana is standing protective in front of me, crossing her arms and rolling her eyes.
Every now and then Jesse would take my hand, send me a smile and do something goofy so I would laugh. When the song ends, I clap my hands.
"Wow, you're voice sounds good!", I tell him. "I bet you and Rachel would be good friends. She's a friend of mine and totally laughs to sing and to act. Last month she did this little musical with Glee Club. They dressed up and played different roles while they sung many songs."
"Maybe you should introduce me to your friend Rachel", Jesse smiles. "How about having dinner at 8 tonight?"
"Oh, sorry. But Rachel isn't in Arizona right now. She's in Lima because she didn't wanted to be part of the exchange", I tell him.
"And Britt's got another date tonight. Bye", Santana interupts our little conversation, grabs my pinky and pulls me with her.
"I got a date tonight?", I ask her curious. "Why didn't I know about a date?"
"Because you don't have a date", Santana says.
"Oh", somehow I am disappointed. I thought maybe Santana wanted to have dinner with me tonight.
"I only said this to shrug him of. He's kinda annoying me."
"What a bummer! I thought we could have dinner tonight", I pout.
"Not tonight, Britt. I'm seeing Puck tonight."