CHAPTER 3
Three months ago;
"Aren't you going in the water with us?" San asked as the rest of our friends took off towards the ocean's edge. She stood next to the blanket I was lying out and started taking off her tank top, whipping it off slowly to reveal her flat stomach. I tried not to let my eyes roam as I lay back against my towel.
I was always a little envious of Santana's body; she never worked out a day in her life or even ate relatively healthy food yet she looked like the most athletic person in the world! I mean, I'm equally as fit but I actually have to try to maintain my body.
I squinted one eye and gazed up at her while she effortlessly wound up her dark brown locks in a messy bun atop her head, "I'm not hot yet though.."
"Yes you are!" She protested with a laugh, setting her hands on her hips in that challenging way, "Your car doesn't have A/C, we were sweating our asses off."
"Nope!" I huffed, though she was right, and laid my head back on my folded up arms before closing my eyes and letting the sun warm my skin.
"Britt.." She whined as she shuffled her feet impatiently on the sand, "Come on, I don't want to go by myself."
"You're not by yourself, everyone's over there already," I laughed while slipping on my Ray Bans, "You have Quinn, Puck, Mike, Tin-"
My words were cut short as I felt a weight land right on my midsection and bare thighs pressing against my sides. My eyes snapped open at the sudden contact as I felt San's cool fingers graze my cheeks to lift my sunglasses off. I always wondered how she can be so cool even when it's a million degrees out like it is. Well, it wasn't a second ago but now it definitely feels like a million degrees. She threw my shades to her pile of discarded shorts and tank top then hovered over me, her hands planting themselves near my shoulders.
"Please?" She asked once more, her deep brown eyes boring into mine like she was trying to see in my head or something, like she was trying to do some sort of mind control trick on me. I stared back though, hypnotized by how they almost looked light brown against the bright blue sky, until I couldn't stand the eye contact and tried tearing away from her gaze only for my stare to slowly glide along her protruding collar bones, across the expanse of perfectly tan skin, between her full chest covered skimpily by a black bikini, down her sweat-glistening toned stomach, then stopping at the apex of her thighs which rested against my bare tummy.
When I realized where I was staring, I felt my cheeks flush as I quickly looked back up at her eyes. There's not really any other safe place for me to look when she's practically got herself draped over me and with the umbrella in the way, I can't even stare into the sun and try to burn out my eyeballs rather than look at Santana in that way.
Looking away didn't help stop my body from buzzing though, but I was somewhat thankful that she didn't have her hands on my chest this time. I'm sure she would've felt how hard my heart was hammering and if she felt that, maybe she wouldn't be like this with me anymore. A best friend isn't supposed to make your heart pound like that when they straddle you.
Then again, I don't think best friends are supposed to straddle you either.
"You're totally sweating, Britt, I think you needz to get in the water." San smirked, the dimples in her cheeks showing as she squinted her eyes. I felt the sweat droplets roll along my hairline as I swallowed hard.
"I can't really get up now since you're pinning me down.." I joked, attempting to keep the rasp from showing in my voice.
Her brow quirked at that before she moved her hands to pull mine from behind my head then wrapped her fingers around my wrists as she pressed them into the sand above us. She tightened her hold slightly as she lowered her head closer to mine.
"This is pinning you down." She growled teasingly making my mouth go dry. Her dominance made my heart race even faster that I was afraid I might actually die right there, but before I could even protest I heard someone sliding against the sand.
"San, get your fat ass off Britt you might kill her!" Quinn teased as she dug inside the cooler and pulled out an icy water bottle.
I instantly froze as I felt Quinn's eyes on us. All of that sweat collecting on me because of San, and maybe the heat, turned ice cold. My balled fists sprang open as if to show Quinn that I wasn't encouraging San to be like this, like I was innocent, but Quinn didn't even spare a second glance at us.
"Whatever," San grumbled at the other blonde while she rolled off of me then called out some snarky comment when Quinn ran back towards the water to rejoin the others. I leaned up on my elbows, gasping for air, not because San was heavy, but because I felt like I had stopped breathing the whole time she was on top of me. I watched as San looked after Quinn as she crossed her arms then glanced down at me, "Well, I'm hot so I'm going in too." She shrugged and started walking off when something in me made me jump to my feet.
"Wait, I'll go!" I called a little too excitedly. She turned to me, cheek bunching grin replacing her pout, as she bounced a little on her toes.
"Hell yes," She clapped then pointed to my cut off shorts, "Don't forget to take those off..you didn't bring an extra pair." I looked down and started for the buttons and zipper as I wiggled out of them, my skin tingling again from the warmth of someone staring.
I couldn't decide whose stare made me warmer, the sun's or Santana's.
I kicked my shorts towards San's pile of clothes and grinned at the way she was looking at me. I nodded towards the water and she slipped her arm through mine as we made our way towards the ocean.
"Holy shit, I change my mind," San shrieked as soon as the water lapped at her toes, "This is fucking cold!" I laughed as she tightened her grip on my arm as I tried to walk further into the water.
"It's not, you just have to get adjusted to it." I advised, chuckling as I tugged her with me. She planted her feet and shook her head in protest. "San..come on, you wanted to." Rolling her eyes, she let out a huff and let me pull her with me.
She grumbled until we got up to our knees. Well, my knees, her thighs. She pretty much dug her feet in the sand and gave up going any further because the waves were getting high and she didn't want to get her hair wet. I shook my head at that, who goes to the beach and doesn't want to get their hair wet?
"San, the others are like right there though..let's just go a tiny bit further." I suggested but she shook her head and crossed her arms. "You stay there then, let the sharks get yo-"
"Okay, fine!" She muttered through her smile and started bobbing towards our friends. I followed after her until they all noticed us swimming up.
"Saaan, you got her to come!" Mike cheered causing Puck to chuckle.
"More like I made her," I replied and looked to San who was rolling her eyes at Puck, "She didn't wanna get wet but was begging for me to come.." Puck laughed even harder at that but I couldn't understand why he thought it was so funny.
"Will you shut up," Quinn admonished and slapped the back of her hand at his chest making him quickly stop. "You're so immature and you're like the oldest one here."
"Mike's the oldest.." Puck muttered as he slapped his hands against the water making Quinn shake her head and grumble. Out of all the couples we hang out with, I think I like them the most. They're like complete opposites but somehow they make it work, it's great. San and I laughed at the way Quinn and him started bickering, Puck losing like always.
"Anyway!" Tina piped in causing the couple to quit arguing though we all knew it was just playful banter, because as soon as we turn our heads, they'll probably be making out. We went on wading around and splashing water, by then Santana was fully dunked and her body had gotten used to the temperature. I ended up switching back and forth from talking with the girls to hanging with the boys, merely because gossip got old after awhile and sometimes the boys got too rough.
Sometimes it was nice to just float there alone though; letting the waves rock my body softly while the sun warmed my skin. It was relaxing and definitely needed after the kind of week we've all had. The boys both started up their new jobs: Mike at the dance studio near San's house and Puck at the Zoo giving tours. After going back and forth from different buildings for legal papers, Quinn and I successfully enrolled ourselves in community college for our first semester. Tina had started packing for when she goes out of state for college, something her and Mike had a lot of trouble getting through. Santana, being the youngest out of the group, only had to prepare for her last year of high school.
Our little road trip to North Carolina for a few days was something we were all in dire need of for it was the last time we were all going to be together. Sure, Tina was the only one really leaving, but with how our lives are heading in different directions very soon, it'll be a little harder to make time for each other. It's only a matter of time for Tina and Mike to break up, Quinn and Puck's arguments take a turn for the worse when they can't see each other as much anymore.
It's different for San and I though, we've always been a little different in ways that I'm not even sure about yet. I look at her and I can't picture life without her, but I know things are going to change. Nothing good can stay the same forever, I think about that every time she's single and we go back to our old selves, but now there will be a whole lot more variables to jam kinks in our friendship.
"Britt!" San suddenly shrieked and flopped over my midsection causing me to lose my balance in floating on my back and shocking me out of my thoughts.
Rather than thinking way too far in the future, I'll just live in the now instead.
"Damnit, San!" I tried sounding angry but all I could do was laugh at how frantic she was being as I struggled to set my feet back on the ground. "You're gunna drown me, what are you-"
"Something fucking touched me! Holy shit, Britt, hold me!" She yelled and started to climb up on me.
The perks of being tall, right?
"San..it was probably just some seaweed." I said trying to calm her down, but she wasn't having it. Before I could even process it, her legs were wrapped around my waist, arms curling around my neck, and her chest pressing right into mine as she clung tightly to me. Our friends laughed as they watched San's reaction but I made a show of showing them my hands, like I had with Quinn earlier, so they knew I wasn't feeding into her behavior.
I wasn't touching her either, I wanted them to see that too. I wanted them to see that I wasn't giving her the idea that I liked her being that close to me..even if I secretly did.
"Britt, it felt squishy like a jellyfish and I swear if I get stung.."
"I'll pee on you if you do." I answered, smiling up innocently. The sun shown right above her making like this halo of light around her, the salty water rolling off her caramel skin glittering as it rolled down her shoulders and fell back into the water lapping at my sides.
"Wave!" Puck called and instinctively slid my hands under San's thighs to keep her steady as I hopped up with the wave so we wouldn't topple over. I tried hard to ignore the feel of her skin slipping up and down against my front as we kept our gazes locked.
For a second, I forgot we weren't alone.
Then again, if we were, she wouldn't be like this.
"You'd pee on me?" San questioned, her head tilting to the side as her brows furrowed, "That's so gross."
"Well, don't get stung then." I smirked, dropping my hands from her thighs and causing her to slip off of me. She eyed the water around us skeptically before bobbing back towards the group. I followed after her with my eyes wondering why the hell she swam all the way over to me when she could've easily jumped on Quinn or Tina's back instead since they were so much closer.
"Brittany!"
Shaking my head from walking down memory lane, I turned to the sound of my name being called. My mom was slipping into her white nurse jacket, the one with Tara stitched on the left pocket, as she waltzed into the kitchen.
"I was calling you." She snapped as she buttoned up then turned to me, "Shouldn't you be getting ready for class?"
"It got cancelled for today," I shrugged hoping that my lie would stick. She eyed me skeptically before turning to pour herself a bowl of cereal.
"Wasn't it cancelled yesterday too?"
"That was a different teacher." I answered smoothly then snickered as I drew circles with my finger on the table, "They're probably sneaking off with each other like some gross teacher affair."
Chuckling, she poured the milk and turned to me, "Well, do you work today?"
I nodded, "I picked up a shift but I'm going out with Santana afterwards."
"Okay," She answered simply and reached for her keys, "See you later." I nodded again as she walked out the door and locked it behind her. I let out the breath I was holding then slumped against the dining table.
This was the fourth class I was skipping in fear of getting stranded at school because of my car problems and because I had work in a few hours, I wasn't trying to get stuck and missing work. I waited for the sound of my mom's car to fade away before getting up to fix myself something to eat. Lately it's getting harder and harder to hide that I stopped going to school from my mom. I mean, I pay for everything on my own and I'm old enough to make my own decisions, but I still don't want to be a disappointment. I don't want to be college drop out. I can't really use my dad leaving when I was three as an excuse anymore now that I'm almost nineteen, it's not like my mom didn't do an awesome job raising me alone anyway, I just want something to show for it.
I don't know how going to community college would show that.
Or rather, flunking out, because after so many absences the professor can drop me from the roster and since I'm not dying from an illness or anything serious I could see how they would. I know I could be doing more, trying harder, but I just don't have the motivation to.
I've never thought school was my thing, but I guess I could try again next semester.
My mind began drifting to thoughts of Santana, because that's what it always does, when my phone buzzed against the table.
Mike: Today's the day, you nervous?
Remembering what had me so out of it earlier when my mom was calling me, I became nervous. I had about a week to prepare for dinner with Santana, but in those seven days it was like I remembered every little thing about her that confused me. The touches, the comments, the looks, all of it! And in the span of four years, that was a lot!
But the weird thing, what had me confused the most, was that I actually liked it. Don't get me wrong, it scared the hell out of me when people were watching but at the same time the love there cancelled it all out.
Wait, love?
Mike: You wanna grab breakfast?
I tightened my hold on my phone as I retraced what I just thought.
Love. I totally said love.
Brittz: Not today, work..
But it's fine, there's all kinds of love. I got love for my mom. I got love for my cousins. I got love for my dog. And I got love for Santana, I got a love for her.
Mike: ok, good luck tonight!
I laughed at seeing the text, because luck? Why would I need luck? It's not like it's a date or anything. It's just Santana and me and dinner at a restaurant and it'll be night time and it's a Friday..
Brittz: why am I so nervous..
Mike: I knew it! Lol just remember to be nice.
I rolled my eyes because what? I'm always nice! Especially to Santana, actually, she's the only one I'm nice to without forcing it.
Except last week when she helped me with the car.
Before I knew it, the time for me to start heading to work was drawing near and I realized I hadn't even picked out an outfit for tonight! My fashion sense has never been as awesome as Santana's, but I at least like to think I don't look like a bum when I go out, especially when I'm with San. She should be proud to go places together, so I try to look decent, not that she would say anything about my appearance. She's never had anything negative to say about it thus far.
Swinging open my closet door, I crossed my arms over my chest and stared at the slim selection. I never really realized how little clothes I have until I need something wear, but I think that happens for all girls! I grumbled as I flicked through the hangers trying to find something appropriate but San's seen everything already. I don't know why I felt the need to dress to impress, I just did, but with the kind of closet I have, I don't think it's possible. I reached for my purple cat sweater before remembering that Santana hates the color purple and decided to go with my black and white striped baseball tee, that way I could just wear it under my work shirt and I don't have to spend too much time at home.
After changing into my uniform, I headed for the car. I knew I was leaving a little earlier than usual, but it didn't hurt getting to work early.
But of course, something just had to go wrong.
"Oh, no..come on." I groaned and tried turning my key again only to have the car sputter more. I couldn't understand why it wasn't working; I let it sit all morning! I didn't even go to school because I wanted to make sure it started for work! I knew I didn't have much time and there wasn't anyone I could call so I did what came first to my mind, run.
My work wasn't that far from my house, maybe a couple miles down the street, so running wasn't really a problem. I've always loved running, it's kind of relaxing in a way, gets your mind off things for awhile.
But after the first ten minutes, I didn't like running so much. My calves burned and my chest pounded as I slowed my pace down to a jog in hopes that the pain in my side would go away soon. Once I had gotten to the intersection, I dropped my hands to my knees and hunched over, gasping for air until the light turned red and I was given the okay to walk across.
I was just about to call my work to tell them that I might be a few minutes late when Santana's name flashed across the screen.
"Hello?" I asked through a pant.
"Get in the car."
"Huh?" I mumbled as my head shot up to look around me.
"Left. Your other lef-right-right there."
About four cars back, Santana was tapping her finger at the steering wheel as she rolled her window down.
"Hurry up, before it turns green!" She yelled through the window and waved me over. I quickly rushed for the car, hoping that I wouldn't get hit, and swung open the door. I slumped against the chair, thankful to be off my feet, while San just stared at me. "You just felt like running today?" She smirked as she pressed the gas and started driving, her gaze moving back towards the road.
"Do I even have to tell you?" I sighed, whipping sweat from my brow with the back of my hand.
"You could've called me, I would've gave you a ride." She shrugged but I just puffed out my cheeks. We're supposed to be mad at each other right now, why would I call?
"I thought you were in school.." I lied.
"I got out early today," She answered, "I was actually on my way to see Sam."
"That's cool." I nodded, "He's not in school?"
"Nope."
"Ohh..no work?"
"Nope," She sighed, "He doesn't have a job."
"Oh, lucky him." I smirked only to have San roll her eyes, but in a way that I knew she was agreeing with me. No one wants to date a bum, that's for every girl.
"Yeah, I don't know why I always pick the guys that have nothing going for them." She grumbled through her smile as she pulled up to the store.
"They must got something you like," I shrugged and sent a smile her way as I started to unbuckle myself, "Thanks for picking me up."
"You're welcome," San grinned, "So do you need a ride home too?"
"Could you?" I asked bashfully, I've always hated asking for things but with San it's always been different, like it's okay to ask. "We could just go straight to Breadstix after I get off?"
"Uhh.." She hummed out while I mentally prepared myself for a Sam-scuse, "I was actually going to hang out with Sam for a little bit, go see a movie, before."
Not really knowing why my whole body lit up in rage, I balled my fists out of San's view, and grumbled, "Because five whole hours aren't enough time.."
"What?" She asked with brows furrowing. I knew she hadn't understood me since I was mumbling through clenched teeth, thank God. I didn't want to dig an even deeper hole than I was already in, but my temper has been a lot shorter lately.
"Nothing," I said, shaking my head, "You guys spend so much time together, he might as well just go with us to dinner too." I wanted to slap my hand over my mouth at the outburst; the whole watching what I say thing has never worked too well with me. Santana just shrugged casually though, not even fazed.
"Maybe, I can ask him if he wants to." She said, playing along perfectly.
"No, no boys allowed," I joked, hoping that by laughing it would ease the tension I was creating. San just shook her head, smile playing at her lips, so I guess it did.
"Go to work, I'll see you at 5." She ordered and started rolling up the window I was talking to her through as she smiled sweetly. I nodded and waved as she drove off before rushing inside and actually clocking in on time.
Five and half hours later, and what felt like a million pairs of jeans refolded and blouses put back on hangers, my shift was finally over. I could never really complain too much about my job because it really was the easiest thing on Earth, but doing the same thing over and over again can get boring and I hate being bored.
"Hey!" San greeted happily as I plopped down in the passenger seat.
"Hi," I grinned at her excitement as she started her car up.
"I cancelled with Sam, did you want to go home to change or did you just want to take your top off right here?" She asked, smirking over at me.
"Wait, you cancelled with Sam?" I sputtered, confused but also feeling really warm inside, "For me?"
She just lifted a shoulder casually, "I needz girl time."
"We can go straight there," I beamed, suddenly super happy because she somewhat chose me over him. She could've just dropped me home, did whatever her and Sam do, then came back to get me like I was some obligation but she didn't. She chose to cancel and for some reason that makes my heart pound a little harder. I started undoing the buttons to my work shirt as she reversed out of the parking spot and headed to the restaurant.
Surprisingly, the place wasn't nearly as packed as I thought it would be considering it was a Friday night. The both of us hopped out of the car and instantly nuzzled into our jackets, shocked by how fast the temperature had dropped within the last twenty minutes, and raced for the entrance.
"Thanks," San mumbled as I held the door open for her and letting her walk ahead of me. I ducked my head bashfully, not realizing what I had just done, before scurrying after her as she approached the hostess.
"For two?" She asked as she eyed the both of us with a friendly smile.
"Mhm," San hummed while my eyes roamed the room suddenly feeling like I was being watched. Only one pair of eyes met mine for a brief moment, but even that caused me to sweat a little.
What if they knew? What if they could just tell by looking at me? What if they didn't approve? What if they thought that San and I were..
The hostess directed us to a table set in the middle of the dining area and the spot instantly had the hairs on the back of my neck standing. I didn't want to make a scene. I wanted to show Santana that I was still normal, that being who I really was didn't change anything, but damn it was hard!
"Is this alright?" The hostess asked as she gestured to the table. I kept quiet as I straggled behind San a little.
"Uhhh.." San hummed as she looked over her shoulder at me, surveying me almost, then turned back to the hostess, "Could we actually get that booth over there?" She pointed to a two seater table set off to the corner, practically hidden from everyone's eyes.
"Sure, no problem." The hostess replied and walked us that way. The further I walked from the table, the more tension seemed to ease off my shoulders. "Your waitress is Holly, she'll be right over. Enjoy!"
"Thanks," San nodded as we took our seats. I shrugged off my jacket quietly though I could feel San's eyes boring into me. I didn't look up though, just focused on setting my jacket aside.
"Hi guys, I'm Holly. I'll be taking care of you, can I start yall off with some drinks?" A cheerful blonde greeted as she whipped out her notepad and smiled down at us. We took turns giving our orders before sinking back into silence as we looked over the menus.
Struggling to break the awkwardness I somehow kept creating, I attempted to make conversation.
"We are always coming here, but I never know what to get." I grumbled down at the menu then looked over at her, "What are you getting?"
"Hell if I know," She huffed, brows furrowing in concentration, "What does the coupon cover?"
Almost forgetting I had it, I searched my jacket pockets for the slip of paper.
Buy one entrée get one of equal or lesser value free. Expires November 3, 2012.
"Oh, you can get whatever entrée you want." I shrugged before double taking the expiration date. "Hey San, what's today?"
"Friday?" She answered as she looked up from her menu, hands folding on top of it.
"No..I meant like the number."
"Oh, uhh..the fourth?"
Fuck. Expires November 3, 2012. Of course!
"What's wrong?" She asked worriedly as she tried to look over the table into my lap.
"Nothing," I squeaked and hid the coupon, "I was just remembering I have an exam on Monday." I shrugged casually before going back to reading.
"Britt..I know you stopped going to school."
"What?" I deadpanned as I looked up at her, "Wha-how?"
"One of Sam's friends has a class with you and he hasn't seen you in awhile." San replied, "Also, you haven't talked about that cute girl you always talk about.."
Swallowing thickly, I sighed. I hate feeling like I've disappointed someone. "It's only been four days and the car keeps dying and work and-"
"Chill, Britt, I'm not judging you." San laughed, "You don't have to explain."
I gave her a tight lipped smile then nodded as I went back to searching the menu. Thankfully, we both made our minds up by the time Holly came back around to take our orders.
"Hey, look at that guy over there.." San whispered, nudging the tip of my toe with hers beneath the table as she flicked her eyes subtly to the table next to us, "He's tearing that pasta up!" San giggled in that super dorky hood rat voice she used but seeing her laugh and how her eyes got all squinty kind of made me laugh too.
Then almost as if on cue, he let out one of the loudest burps ever causing San and I to burst out in another fit of giggles.
"That was real cute, sir." I snickered, my cheeks tinting red from all the laughing.
And just like that, the awkward tension was gone. It was almost as if we were never in an awkward position to begin with! We carried on just like normal best friends, zipping through different topics faster than others could even hope to keep up with.
We were about twenty minutes into our dinner when San started complaining about Sam.
I know it's selfish of me, but I've kind of always secretly loved hearing how sucky San's perfect guys actually were. It was like she was siding with me for a change when it came to showing her that her life didn't have to revolve around her boyfriend. It was nice hearing that those guys did have their faults and there were times when San didn't want anything to do with them, because the less time with them, the more time with me.
And more time with me is the best because I'm totally better than the boys!
"You know he takes just as long as I do to get ready?" She said, smacking her hand at the table as she ducked her head. "Britt. Do you know how long it takes me?"
"It takes you a long time, yeah.." I nodded knowingly, trying to keep from smiling because was acting as if it was the worst thing in the world.
"Exactly," San pointed and went to take a sip of her drink while I just picked at the hem of my shirt, "I'm not even sure if I like him yet, is that weird?" That shocked me a little, well enough for me to snap my head up to look her in the eyes. Thankfully she was tapping away at her phone when she said that. "I mean, he's a great guy and all but sometimes..I don't know. He's so..emotional."
"What?" I laughed, "What do you mean emotional?"
San just shrugged her shoulders, "He's like sensitive, it's weird."
I fist pumped in my head: all San has to do is pick out all the cons and realize that they outweigh the pros and we're in the clear!
I don't know exactly what we're in the clear for, but we are.
"Like once we were watching a movie and he had commented on how attractive the girl was but I didn't think she was all that cute, so I said so, and he got all quiet. Then he started acting all jealous because I didn't think the girl was attractive. Like what?" She explained like she was on the verge of laughing because it all was so ridiculous.
"He got jealous because you checked out a girl, is that what you're saying?" I asked skeptically, squinting my eyes at the idea of San looking at any girls in that way. She does it all the time, even acts on her touches if she wants to; she's totally comfortable with interacting that way with girls. It kind of pisses me off because she could easily pass for gay and she'd totally go with it and everyone, including her, would probably be okay with it.
I on the other hand have freaking panic attacks and can't even call myself a les-
"Sometimes I think I only talk to him because he kind of acts like a girl, you know? Like maybe I'm secretly gay and so is he we're just each other's beards." She added casually as she swirled her straw in her drink. "Like he's really the girl and I'm the boy in the relationship."
At the sound of relationship, I internally cringed. It was way too soon for relationship, it felt like they just started talking like a week ago!
But my focus wasn't really on that, it was mostly on the fact that San just brought up the idea of her being anything but straight. I don't know why, but something in me, something warm and fuzzy, started forming and it spread throughout all my limbs as she went on explaining her and Sam's backwards relationship.
"I don't believe in there being a boy and a girl in a relationship, I think it's about balancing the dominance and submissiveness. You know? Like it can switch up.." I replied when I finally found my voice again.
"Well, I totally wear the pants in this. That's for sure!" She laughed, "He's so feminine, that's probably why I'm attracted to him!"
With wide eyes and nearly choking on my drink, I tried to clear my throat. "You sound gayer than me right now.." I offered jokingly only to make San laugh.
"Yeah, but I like dick too much for all that." San teased, "Plus, girls are fucking confusing."
Yeah, don't have to tell me twice! Really..
"Very true," I nodded in agreement. I tried to wave off San's comment about liking dick too much, for some reason hearing that kind of killed my high spirits. "Well, you have three months to figure it out. Those are the rules."
"Yeah, I know the rules.." San grumbled as Holly came back around with our entrees.
A couple years ago, San and I created the Three Months Rule. The time period was supposed to be used to befriend the boy before actually making anything official. For San, it was three months of teasing until she decided to trap them. For me, it was teasing until I got annoyed and kicked them to the curb.
I never made it to three months because I lost interest. San never made it because she got too anxious. The rules still stuck though and we both made strong attempts to follow them.
Key word, attempts.
"One check or separate?" Holly asked when she came round to clear the table of our empty plates. Suddenly remembering the expired coupon I had hiding in my jacket, I tried keeping my cool as San smiled at me.
"Britt, show her the coup-"
"It's one." I answered, cutting off San and passing Holly my credit card.
"Awesome, I'll be right back." Holly replied and skipped off while San just stared at me with furrowed brows.
"What the hell?"
"What?" I asked innocently.
"You're supposed to give her the coupon.."
"Yeah, I'll give it to her when she comes back." I shrugged but San wasn't buying it.
"Here you go ladies," Holly cut in as she set the bill down between San and I, "Just wave me over when you're ready."
San and I locked gazes as our hands crept up on the edge of the table. I watched as she glanced down at the black folder then up at me as I did the same. As if it was a race, we both shot out for the bill.
"Oh my God, Britt!" San laughed as I snatched the bill and hugged it to my chest away from her eyes. "Let me see how much it was!"
"Nope!" I smirked and snuck a quick peek.
"I know your coupon is expired, let me pay for my half." She ordered through a toothy grin causing my grip on the bill to loosen.
"What? How do you always know.." I muttered but she just continued to eye me.
"I just do," She returned the smirk as she narrowed her eyes but soon gave up when she realized I wasn't going to give up the check anytime soon. "Why do you want to pay so bad? You don't have to-"
"I invited you out because of the coupon, I didn't bother to check the expiration, and you thought you were eating for free." I ranted, "So it's my treat." I also wanted to add; besides I was really rude to you about Sam being a rebound and I want my best friend back, but San doesn't do apologies and that sounds an awful like one. "You can pay the tip!"
"Fine," She grumbled through another toothy grin as she began digging through her purse, "But I'm making it up to you. Okay?"
"Okay," I nodded as I signed my name on the receipt, "You know, my birthday is coming up!"
"Of course I know," She winked, "I've already got that covered, you just wait."
The smile she gave me when she said that, the way her eyes twinkled with mischief and love, again with that word, had my body buzzing. I was never too fond of my birthdays, mostly because I never have anything fun to do, but knowing San's already got something up her sleeve for that had me extremely anxious and my birthday isn't for another three weeks!
That's something I've always loved to hate about Santana: she's an expert tease. Whether it's with surprises or being physical, she definitely knows how to work it and it just so fantastically aggravating how she can have you practically begging for more.
And knowing I'd still have to wait three weeks for what she's got planned, I was already wanting to beg for more.
A/N How was that? I'll be adding random flashbacks, like the one in the beginning of this chapter, throughout the story to show why Brittany feels so confused when it comes to Santana. Hopefully this chapter cleared up some of your questions about ages/school/etc..I'm up on tumblr and here if you want me to clear up anything I might've missed.
I have a funny feeling you guys will really like the next chapter, it's sort of my favorite memory since this is based on a true story. LOL