A/N: Okay so first, I just wanna say… I can't believe this story has over 100 reviews now! Thanks so much to everyone who is reading! Much love to you all!
Oh and for information purposes, this chapter makes some mention of the movies Paranormal Activity and Hellraiser (neither of which I own the rights to lol obviously). If you haven't seen these movies, possible SPOILER ALERT =P Otherwise, enjoy!
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'I'm so fucked Kurt.' Santana groaned, clutching the phone between her shoulder and her ear as she held a shirt up to herself in the mirror, trying to figure out whether or not to change. 'I shouldn't have invited her over.'
Brittany was going to be there any minute and Santana had called up her best friend to whine and freak out about her situation for the hundredth time that week. Not only had she been bugging him constantly at work, especially during their lunch breaks, but she had felt the urge to call him almost every night as well. By this point, Kurt was more than over it.
'I know.' He sighed in annoyance. 'We already agreed that it was a bad move. But she's coming now. There's nothing you can do.'
'I know but-'
'You could have called it off when you sent her your address but no.'
'I didn't want to let her down!'
'No, just admit it Santana. You want to see her. Even though you know it's a bad idea, you want her in your room.' Kurt ventured.
'I…' Santana hesitated and chewed at the inside of her cheeks. It was true. It wasn't like she had some big plan about coaxing Brittany into her lair and unwillingly seducing the poor girl or anything. There were no ulterior motives… but she couldn't deny that she wanted Brittany there with her and, in the situation they were soon to be in, she wasn't sure what was going to happen. That uncertainty in itself was very risky.
'I know you San. You're head over heels for this girl. And if I hadn't already picked up on that by myself, you've been practically screaming it at me for the past week.' Kurt teased.
Santana rolled her eyes but allowed him to continue.
'We can stop discussing how screwed you are and how much you want her. You just need to remember to be strong. No moves. No funny business. She's your friend, nothing more... And she has a boyfriend. There's nothing you can do about that.'
Santana sighed heavily. 'Yeah… I guess so.'
'Good. Now's that's sorted… what are you gonna do tonight?' Kurt asked, his tone patronizing, demanding that she repeat his instructions.
'Be good. Nothing suss. Just hang out and have fun.' Santana stated monotonously.
'That's my girl.' Kurt awarded smugly. The condescending praise made Santana want to throw the phone across her bedroom.
'But what if-'
'No!' Kurt growled in frustration. 'We're not going to talk about this anymore. Just do what you have to do… and then call me tomorrow and-'
Santana's head snapped around at the sound of knocking on her front door.
'Fuck! Sorry, I gotta go Kurt. She's here.'
And with that, Santana hung up, not even taking the time to listen to his response, and shoved her phone into the pocket of her jeans. She quickly padded down the stairs and took a final look down at her appearance. Again, she wanted to be casual for their movie night, so she'd gone with just a plain black v-neck tee and jeans.
Taking a deep, calming breath, she opened the door for her guest.
'Hey.' She breathed. Even though she was expecting the blonde, the sight of Brittany never ceased to make Santana's heart race.
'Hey! I brought pizza!' Brittany announced happily, holding up the aforementioned box of food and stepping inside.
'Thanks.' Santana grinned. 'But you didn't have to.'
'Whatever silly. I was hungry.' Brittany rolled her eyes.
There was a short pause as Santana closed the door and allowed her guest to take in her surroundings. Brittany was dressed even more casual than Santana, donning a pair of dark blue sweatpants and a grey hoodie rolled up at the sleeves, her hair down and wavy. The Latina thought she had never looked more beautiful.
'So… uh… upstairs?' Santana suggested.
'Lead the way.' Brittany smiled and followed Santana up to her room.
Just as they got to her door and she stepped aside to politely let the blonde in first, Santana felt someone grab her arm, pulling her back into the hall. Spinning around, she found her mother's dark eyes staring back at her.
'She's very pretty.' The older woman smirked.
'Mom! I thought you were going out tonight! Doesn't Dad have that big work dinner?' Santana replied in a hushed whisper, glancing towards her bedroom door to see that Brittany was strolling around casually and hadn't seemed to notice her departure.
'I'm leaving now to meet him.' Her mother looked over Santana's shoulder at her guest. 'Is there something you want to tell me?' She raised her eyebrows suspiciously.
'No! She's just a friend.' Santana said quickly, trying to shove her away.
'Sure sure.' The older woman laughed. 'Your father and I are staying in the hotel where dinner is tonight. So please don't… get into any mischief.' She shot her daughter a knowing stare.
'Yes yes okay.'
'I mean it.'
'She has boyfriend Mom!' Santana sighed, exasperated. 'Now go. She's going to wonder where I am.'
'Okay. See you tomorrow then Mjia.' Her mother said slowly, doubt still written across her eyes and into her grin.
Santana hastily planted a kiss onto the woman's cheek to appease her before slipping into her room and closing the door.
'Sorry.' She said sheepishly when she saw Brittany sitting on her bed, looking up expectantly. 'Just my mom.'
'That's okay. I was busy checking out your room anyways.' The blonde giggled.
'Oh yeah?' Santana smiled and folded her arms over her chest in amusement.
'Yeah. It's very… um… dark.'
The Latina laughed. 'Thanks?'
'I like it.' Brittany grinned and patted the mattress beside her. When Santana sauntered over and sat down next to her, she flipped open the box she was holding. 'Pizza anyone?'
'Yes please.' Santana nodded thankfully and took a slice, trying desperately to control the sudden increase in her breathing at suddenly being so close to the blonde.
There were a few moments of calm silence as they ate... but when Santana felt herself begin to stare at her guest, eyes trained on the girl's tongue darting out to lick at a dab of sauce on her lip, she realized that she needed a distraction. Standing, she distanced herself from the bed and moved to kneel beside the DVD player.
'So… I rented Paranormal Activity?' She shrugged, not looking back at Brittany. 'I figured I'd start you out with something lame and wimpy. Then, maybe later we can get into the heavy stuff.' The brunette smirked.
'Okay. I trust you.' Brittany bit her lip and nodded.
Santana swallowed hard, forcing down her nerves. The reality of having Brittany in her room was just as intimidating as she imagined it would be. Of course, the girl wasn't doing anything to cause this reaction. Everything was completely normal. But Santana's brain was perfectly capable of running wild on its own. She couldn't stay focused on anything. All she wanted to do was look over at Brittany again… and carefully examine her bright blue eyes, the perfect freckles that were sprinkled across her nose and cheeks, the tantalizing pink softness of her lips… No. She just had to play it cool. She had to keep herself on track.
'Drink?' She finally suggested, popping in the movie and strolling over to the mini-fridge she had stowed in her walk-in wardrobe. At the sound of Brittany's food-muffled yes please, she pulled out a bottle of vodka and some fruity soda to mix. As she collected the two glasses she kept on top of the fridge though, she began to reconsider. Should she really be getting drunk with Brittany? Here? Now?
In the past, she had told the blonde that she always played drinking games with her friends when they watched horror movies. And in a way, she hoped it might loosen her tension a little. Her nerves were frayed from stressing all week long and she knew that it wasn't going to get any better now that Brittany was sitting just a few feet away.
But still… was drinking really the smart thing to do?
What if she lost her inhibitions completely and did something really stupid?
Before she could make a solid decision though, her inner turmoil was interrupted by a curious voice.
'Something wrong?' Brittany was staring at her over her shoulder as she kneeled in her wardrobe.
Santana shook her head and smiled. 'Uh… nope. Just… trying to find the vodka.' She held it out for the blonde to see before climbing to her feet and moving back over to the bed to sit down. 'You know, for our horror movie drinking game.'
Fine. Don't say I didn't warn you! Her brain mocked.
'Oooooh fun!' Brittany clapped her hands together and bounced cutely. 'How does it work?'
Santana grinned, allowing just a sliver of her fear to dissipate at Brittany's enthusiasm, and began to pour out their beverages while the blonde finished off another slice of pizza. 'Hmmm… for this movie… how about we play a round of false scares.'
'What's that?' Brittany asked curiously, wiping a couple of crumbs off her hands, kicking off her sneakers and shifting back on the bed slightly to sit crossed legged.
'Well… whenever someone in the movie freaks out over something that turns out to be nothing… You have to take a drink.' Santana explained, handing the girl her glass.
'Like what?' Brittany took the drink gratefully but titled her head in confusion.
'Uh… like a loud bang that was just the wind… or seeing something move that turned out to be just the cat.' Santana joked.
'Oh! I like cats!' Brittany beamed.
Santana furrowed her eyebrows at the blonde's comment but smiled widely. Brittany was so adorable sometimes it almost hurt. She took a swig of her drink and shuffled back to sit against the headboard, grabbing another piece of pizza along the way.
'Your drink okay? Not too strong?' She wondered, watching Brittany sip her own vodka and soda.
The girl shook her head happily. 'Nope. Perfect.'
'Good.' Santana grinned and collected the DVD remote from her bedside table.
Once the movie started, Santana was surprised to see Brittany move to lie on her stomach, head near the TV, her legs bent and ankles crossed in the air. To be honest, she really wanted the girl to be sitting up next to her… but she figured that this positioning was probably much safer and more appropriate anyways.
Ten minutes into Paranormal Activity, they had finished the pizza and Santana turned to throw the box onto the floor, clearing some space on the bed for her to stretch out her legs. In that moment of distraction, she obviously missing something crucial though because Brittany suddenly let out a yelp and the whole bed shook as she jumped.
'What? What happened?' She asked, quickly lifting her gaze. It's not that she hadn't seen the movie before. In fact, during her first viewing, she found the whole thing pretty damn boring to be honest. But she wanted to know what had freaked Brittany out so much.
'Nothing… The scene just changed really fast.' Brittany blushed and bit her lower lip.
'Oh…' Santana did her best to control the smirk spreading across her face, waiting a few seconds before speaking again. 'You okay B? Not too scary?' She teased, leaning back again.
The blonde shook her head shyly before fixing her eyes back on the screen.
After another twenty minutes or so, Santana was losing interest in the movie. She realized that there weren't nearly as many fake scares in it as she had originally thought. At least, none that seemed to fit with her designated rules. They had probably only drunk twice so far and she wondered if, for the sake of having more fun, they should change the rules slightly.
'So… I'm feeling kinda thirsty back here.' She smiled mischievously. 'How about we change this game up a bit so we can actually drink?'
'Okay.' Brittany nodded, her face still turned towards the TV and her voice a little shaky.
'Hey… are you alright?' Santana sat forward and crawled down the bed to lie beside her friend, picking up on the girl's hesitation.
'Mhmmm.' Brittany's cheeks seemed paler than usual and her eyes were wide.
Santana's eyebrows instantly softened at the sight. 'It's okay if you're scared Britt. I already know that you find horror movies really creepy.'
The blonde twisted her lips in thought. 'I know… I just… didn't wanna seem like a total wuss.'
Santana rolled her eyes and smiled, suppressing the urge to pinch Brittany's cheek or ruffle her hair like a little kid. 'You're not a wuss. People are supposed to be afraid of these movies. That's why they make them.'
Brittany sighed but let a small grin take over her lips. 'Okay… But…' She paused, looking down at her fingers fidgeting with the quilt cover for a second. 'Can I come sit up there with you now?'
Santana laughed quietly. 'Of course.' She wriggled onto her knees before sitting back against the pillows. 'Grab your glass. We'll work out some new rules for the game. And soon… we'll be so busy drinking and having fun, you won't even remember to be scared.'
Brittany smiled brightly this time, crawling up to join Santana at the top of the bed.
Once they decided they would drink every time a character's name was said, the game suddenly took off and the blonde began to perk up significantly. In between their refills and giggles, Brittany started to settle into the rhythm of things and the jumpy moments didn't seem to bother her as much as before.
Katie!
'KATIE!' Santana and Brittany both yelled excitedly, taking a big swig from their drinks.
Micah!
'MICAH!' The girls once again mimicked and threw back a second mouthful.
As Santana grabbed the vodka and soda bottles to top up their glasses, she was thankful that she had chosen mixed drinks for tonight. If they had been doing shots, they would be absolutely wasted at this point. Instead, the Latina just felt pleasantly warm and tingly.
Wait… is that the alcohol or is it Brittany?
She shook her slightly foggy brain and focused back on the TV.
Even when the movie reached its climax, and the so-called demon possessed Katie and supposedly killed Micah, Brittany seemed calm and happy. And when the screen went black, she was grinning proudly.
'That wasn't so bad!' She waved her hand in dismissal at the film and took a sip from her drink.
'I told you B. Horror movies can be fun!' Santana smiled, climbing off the bed and going over to the DVD player. She removed the disc, placed it back in its case and grabbed her second choice for the evening. 'Are you up for another?' She asked teasingly, wiggling her eyebrows.
'Hell yeah I am!' Brittany bounced. 'What's this one?'
'Hellraiser.' Santana smirked. It was certainly a step up from Paranormal Activity. Well, she thought so anyways. It may have been made in the 80's, so some of the effects were a little outdated, but it was a classic and definitely one of her favorites because she absolutely loved the concept of the Cenobites. Besides, she figured the slightly crappy effects might help to dull the gore factor for Brittany. So that was a plus.
'Oooh. Okay.' Brittany hummed, eyes wide and intrigued. 'What drinking game should we play with this one?
Santana thought for a moment. There were already kind of buzzed so they didn't need to be quite as liberal with their drinking cues now. 'Not sure... How about we start it and I'll figure something out as we go?'
Brittany nodded excitedly and shuffled down a bit along the pillows to get comfortable as Santana rejoined her on the bed.
Not even five minutes into the movie, Brittany began to really freak out. Obviously the whole gore thing, no matter how poorly done, did not go down well with her at all. One look at Frank's skin getting torn apart by hooks and she was gone.
'Ah!' A squeak erupted from her lips and she suddenly scooted right down the bed, partially covering her eyes with her fingers.
Santana did her best not to smile at the frightened girl. She knew that it wouldn't help at all to be patronizing, no matter how cute her friend looked. 'Aww B. It's okay. It's not real, remember?' She turned over and said soothingly.
Brittany just shook her head and kept watching the screen, hardly paying attention to what the Latina was saying.
A few minutes later, when Pinhead made his first appearance, she lost it again, completely covering her face with her hands and squirming.
Santana frowned and looked back up at the TV, noting the continued images of blood and bits of flesh. 'Do you want me to turn it o-'
She almost jumped out of her skin when Brittany suddenly turned onto her side and flung an arm over her body. The girl was breathing fast, her heart racing as she pulled Santana close.
'Doh le ht ge mm.' She mumbled, her faced pressed into the brunette's chest.
'Huh?' Santana was still finding it hard to understand what had just happened and why Brittany was suddenly snuggled tightly against her. The beat of her own pulse had begun to drum loudly in her ears and she could feel a hot prickle creeping up from her stomach, through her chest and into her cheeks.
'Don't let it get me.' Brittany whimpered, pulling her face back a bit.
Santana swallowed thickly. She didn't even trust herself to speak. Her eyes met Brittany's scared blue but she swiftly looked away, not wanting the blonde to see the fear in her own expression. Unlike Brittany, she wasn't at all afraid of the film currently playing on her TV. She was much more terrified of losing herself to this moment; their bodies pressed softly together, their faces only inches apart.
'Santana…' Brittany whispered, trying to draw her attention.
'It's okay Britt. The monsters will be gone soon.' Santana forced a smile but refused to look down at her friend, feeling the breath shudder out of her chest. She wondered if Brittany could hear her rapid heartbeat, could feel the tension in her muscles. In hopes of drawing attention away from her telling reactions, she opted to lift her own arm over the blonde's body to give her a reassuring, and completely innocent, pat on the back... but once her hand finished the slightly awkward movement, it stayed fixed to the curve of Brittany's shoulder, making small, gentle circles on the material of her hoodie.
She heard a sharp breath escape the girl beside her and her brow furrowed in confusion. That wasn't the calming response she had been hoping for. 'Sorry… I…' She began, finally giving in to her struggle and letting her gaze flicker back down to Brittany's face as she prepared to remove her hand. What she saw though stopped her dead in her tracks.
The blonde's cheeks were tinged a dark pink, her lips parted slightly as she breathed and her eyes a much darker blue than she had ever seen them. If Santana didn't know any better, she could have sworn that Brittany looked…
Wait, no.
She wasn't even going to THINK it. Brittany was just scared. This unbearable heat and crackling tension she felt in the air was just all in her imagination. It had to be. There was no way that…
Santana gasped when Brittany's arm tightened around her waist and her other hand lifted to brush some strands of dark hair from her face. She was even more surprised as the girl's fingers didn't pull away, and began drifting down her cheek and along the side of her chin. The seconds felt like hours as the blonde's fingertips danced agonizingly slow across her skin, each little movement sending violent shockwaves of electricity through her body and making her heart throb painfully. Those fingers eventually feathered up to Santana's mouth, running over her bottom lip so lightly that it was barely even there… but Santana felt it. And her eyes instinctively closed at the sensation.
She couldn't think. She could barely even breathe. She was surrounded by heat and silent anticipation. It felt like wading through a beautiful dream. Unconsciously, Santana relaxed the tight muscles in her neck and allowed her head to fall forward just the tiniest bit, the air in her throat catching hard a few seconds later as she felt a second pair of lips meet her own.
She breathed in sharply through her nose, feeling the soft warmth of Brittany's mouth ghosting over hers. It was the most delicate kiss she'd ever experienced. The blonde tasted fruity and sweet. She held back a groan as she pressed forward a bit, desperate to get more contact.
Brittany let out a small whimper as Santana slipped her hand up from her shoulder to tangle in her hair, drawing their lips together more firmly. Each tiny open and close of their mouths was slow and slightly hesitant… but Santana knew that control was quickly beginning to tumble from her grasp.
With her head swimming, she ever so lightly teased her tongue against Brittany's lips. Santana was surprised when the blonde instantly allowed her access and met the movement with her own tongue. And that was what really sent her over the edge.
A bit more forcefully, Santana shifted their bodies so she was half on top of Brittany, letting out a quiet whimper at the spark that shot through her center from their new position. She heard the girl beneath her groan and felt the press of her hips against her own.
As their tongues danced leisurely and gracefully, Santana was completely taken over by the heady sensations and intense emotions coursing through her veins. She was a mess, unable to think about anything other than getting closer to the blonde in her arms. She wanted to hear more of Brittany's soft, enthralling sounds. She wanted to feel more of the girl's skin beneath her lips and her fingertips.
She moved her head down to kiss along Brittany's jaw, then the side of her neck, down to her collarbone, and then all the back way up to her ear. The girl squirmed and released breathy whimpers and sobs, her hands now wrapping tightly around the Latina's back. Santana licked at Brittany's earlobe and sucked it gently into her mouth, loving the shiver she felt pass through the blonde when her teeth scraped lightly over the supple flesh.
She was just about to return her kisses to Brittany lips again when she heard a slightly strangled voice whisper in her ear.
'S-Santana…'
She pulled back a bit too quickly, searching Brittany's hooded, glazed over eyes. Her pupils were large, almost consuming all the bright blue.
'We… I-I…' A pained expression came over Brittany's face, overwhelming her features and scrunching up her nose.
Suddenly, Santana felt her heart drop. She already knew why Brittany was so upset and probably on the brink of tears.
Mike.
She rushed to sit up and extract her limbs from the blonde, already feeling the loss of warmth from her body. Something cold slithered deep inside of her chest. Brittany has a boyfriend. I just made Brittany cheat on her boyfriend. And now she feels horrible and guilty… it's all my fault.
'Fuck.' Santana stared down at her hands, twisting anxiously in her lap, the nauseating sinking feeling refusing to leave her stomach. She lifted her arms and covered her face with her fingers.
Beside her, Brittany slowly sat up. 'I'm… I'm s-sorry.'
Santana's head snapped towards her. 'No. It's my fault. I shouldn't have… I mean… You're the one with the… And I…' Her voice cracked and she exhaled heavily, unable to find any strength inside of herself to even speak properly. She felt so weak… vulnerable and exposed.
'I…' Brittany ventured, the sound so quiet Santana barely heard it. 'I should go.'
Half of Santana screamed to stop her and the other half insisted she should let her leave. 'I really like you Britt... I know that I shouldn't and I never ever wanted to mess things up for you but… I can't help it.' She heard herself whisper. The voice sounded so far away, she was barely even sure that it was her.
Brittany scooted slightly closer to her and Santana felt her lace their fingers together. Just that small gesture sent her heart soaring. 'I… I can't.'
Even though Santana knew that Brittany had to say that, that it would be wrong for her to say or do anything else while she still had a boyfriend, the words still cut through her like pieces of glass. She could feel everything collapsing around her and it was becoming difficult just to hold her body upright. 'I know… I would never… I-I don't expect you to…'
Silence filled the air. It could have lasted minutes or even hours, she would never know.
Brittany finally released a heavy sigh. 'I never should have… I…'
'Just… just tell me… Do you feel the same way about me?' Santana dared, her eyes lifting to connect with Brittany's.
'San… I h-have a boyfriend.' Brittany looked away, her eyebrows knotted together in thought.
'That's not what I asked you.' Santana pressed. The anger she felt at herself for all of this was suddenly beginning to bubble up in her throat… and without her usually impenetrable emotional walls standing, she feared it would spill over and form harsh words in her mouth. After feeling the way Brittany kissed her back, she knew there was something there. She wasn't crazy. It wasn't one sided. She was sure of that now… Brittany was just too afraid to admit it out loud. 'Tell me you don't like me too.'
Brittany hesitated for a long moment, chewing on her bottom lip nervously. 'I… I can't.'
'You can't because… it would be a lie?' Santana squeezed Brittany's hand in hers.
'I… I have to go.' Brittany finally said, withdrawing her hand and climbing off the bed.
Santana watched as she stepped into her sneakers and walked towards the door, stopping just before she left the room completely but still not turning to face the Latina. 'I just… I need to think.'
And with that, Brittany was gone.
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A/N: So… how bout that? Do you hate me? Lol Do you think Brittany feels the same? What do you think is gonna happen next?
Send me your thoughts! "Over and over and over again…" ;)
