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It takes me five whole minutes to gather my strength and take the first step upstairs. Unfortunately Brittany is already running down them and I step aside to witness her slide on the tiles like Tom Cruise in that movie he was in when he was cool.
"Wait, no, go back upstairs," I plead. She giggles at me and turns away. "Brittany seriously!"
"I prefer Miss. Pierce." My jaw goes slack as I watch her strut away into the kitchen. I'm going to be honest; I did watch her ass sway from side to side the entire time. She sounds so much sexier saying normal things than dirty things in her videos.
"Well, can you at least tell me what you're doing here, please?"
I watch her open the fridge and pull out a can of soda. "I got bored," she says with a nonchalant shrug. I stare blankly at her for a moment before slowly making my way into the kitchen and sitting on a stool.
"You're like... normal."
She stares at me curiously as if I spoke in a different language. "What did you expect?"
"Well certainly not this!" I exclaim, dramatically flailing my arms in the air.
"Well did you expect me to turn up at your house naked?"
I gulp loudly, "no, um, I didn't really to expect you to turn up at my house at all."
"Well like I said, I got bored of LA."
"Bored of LA? Who gets bored of LA and comes to the most boring state in the U.S?" I ask wildly flailing my arms around even more.
I feel something soft brush against my ankle and I do a double take at the creature walking by me.
"Brittany, do not move," I stand and crouch a little, "there seems to be a large rodent in here," I say in all seriousness. I witness Brittany approach the creature and pick it up. She scratches behind it's ears and it's then I realise it's just a cat - a really huge cat.
"This is just Lord Tubbington. He was bored to so I brought him along," she says grinning, "he's actually the reason I came, well besides some other reasons," she adds winking at me.
My face heats up instantly and I'm all too aware that my panties have been soaking wet since I saw her standing outside. I need a cold shower and I need to change and probably head to bed. So when I wake up this will all have been a dream and I'll go back to stalking Brittany's twitter.
"You're like, flirting with me," I stutter out. She purses her lips and places Lord Tubbington on the floor.
"Is that a problem?"
"I just, I'm normal. Well I'm definitely not normal I mean I'm acting like a weirdo right now, but like, you're cooler than me – in your world I mean – you're cooler than me and in this world I guess now. I'm cool in this world if you're not in it so now that you're here you're like stealing my coolness."
Don't say anything else Santana.
"Well, I'm sorry for stealing your coolness, but you have to realise I'm just like you – apart from the fact I'm obviously more confident." I can't help but notice the hint cockiness in her tone so I bring on bitch mode. Because despite the fact I will love and fuck Brittany in cocky mode, sweet mode, flirty mode, I really don't want her to think she can get away with making me feel like an idiot.
"Just because I don't have sex with people in public and on camera means I'm not confident?"
"Well you turned down sex from that Mohawk guy before, so you obviously don't think you would be able to get him off," she retorts looking completely unfazed by my stance.
"You're –" A sly smirk spreads across her lips and I immediately grow red knowing this was all a test.
"Yeah, you're definitely hot when you're in your cute bitch mode."
I bite my lower lip and walk away from her. This girl may be the girl of my dreams but her confidence is kind of a turn off. Maybe if she was naked I would feel different, but right now I'm tired and I can't deal with all of this. This is the most insane situation I've ever been in.
I hear her sigh as I walk away. "I guess confidence isn't a quality you like in a girl."
"What would you know?" I spit back. I watch her pout and immediately regret snapping. "Okay I'm really sorry; you're actually a big deal to me. You're like the – just, I can't explain, so how about you sleep in my pool house for the night and we'll talk more tomorrow?"
Brittany pinches her lips to the side and then picks up her bag. She walks straight passed me without saying a word. "So you're just going to ignore me?"
"What do you want me to say? I have a lot of people that consider me a big deal, but that really means nothing to me." She walks inside the pool house with Lord Tubbington following and closes the door.
I have no idea what just happened, but I have to make sure I get up before my parents return home tomorrow.
I set my alarm to 6am the night before just to be safe. My parents didn't say what time they would be home and I have to leave for school earlier today since I'm apparently going to be walking. Actually, I could ride my bike. The stares I'd receive from other kids would be unwelcoming because practically everyone owns a BMW or Cadillac. I guess I could rip the symbol off my neighbours BMW and sticky tape it onto my bike. Scratch that, I'd be even more ridiculed.
Either that or the whole cheerleading squad would return to school next week with matching bikes and stolen car parts.
I place my robe on and check my hair in the mirror. It normally looks good when I wake up, I just want to be sure because I still remember that there's a porn star living in my pool house. My feet pat against the stairs softly as I walk down towards the back door. I notice the pool house door is closed, so I contemplate whether to let Brittany sleep or just wake her up. What time do porn stars need to be up in the morning usually? Crap, why didn't I ask her all of this last night? Oh right. Because I already managed to piss her off. Great.
I slide open the back door and walk toward the pool house. The lamp beside her bed is on; that's all that's visible through the sheer curtains. I tap against the door softly, but don't receive an answer. Maybe Brittany likes to sleep with a light on.
I turn the handle and step inside. My eyes basically fall out of my skull because Brittany is doing sit ups on the carpet wearing nothing but tight black shorts and a sports bra. "Woah," I breathe out and watch Brittany's head snap towards me. I automatically turn to walk away but smack my head into the wall and groan loudly. I hear feet patter across the carpet towards me and I pray that it's just Lord Tubbington come to bite my ankles.
"Are you all right?" One my eyes open and I witness Brittany trying to contain a smile.
"Fine," I grumble, "why are you up so early?"
"Why are you up so early?" She replies quickly. Her hands land on her hips and my eyes automatically fall to her chest and stomach. She's sweating as much as I was yesterday. Holy shit, her stomach must be rock hard. I gulp and look up to her eyes again.
"I just, I wanted to make sure my parents didn't come home and see you here."
"So you want me to leave?" I shake my head quickly.
"No, no, no, I just don't know what to say," I sigh and step outside. Brittany follows me and begins stretching her legs against the wall of the pool house.
My eyes trail a hot line up from her ankles to her thighs and I try not to stare at her private area because her tight shorts leave nothing to the imagination. She bends forward and touches her toes and I look back towards her ass. Oh lord, those shorts.
"Hot," I whisper without realising. Brittany looks over her shoulder at me and sends me the sexiest stare that's ever been sent to another person in history. She doesn't smirk, her lips just give of this teasing little movement that makes me want to bite them. Her eyes pierce into me, drawing me closer and closer until I feel my front bump with something. Her ass is sticking out into me.
"Shit, sorry." I step back and wipe the sweat off my brow.
Brittany sends me an amused look and then stands up straight. "So I'm thinking since I don't know anyone in Lima that I could stay here for a while." She doesn't ask, she's stating to me that whether I like it or not, she gets to stay here. I think she gets what she wants alot.
"You still sound angry from last night."
"I'm not," Brittany replies firmly, shaking the confidence right out of me. I look inside the pool house and notice the bed is made and there are clothes folded on top of it.
"What are you going to do while I'm at school?" I ask tentatively. "My parents are going to ask questions."
"You'll figure it out," she mumbles and runs towards the grass in the garden. She begins running laps and I'm left wondering where the hell I went wrong. How did I piss her off already with one comment. I can't even remember what I said so it must not have been that bad.
"What did I do?" I call out when she passes me on another lap. She doesn't say anything and I have to admit it's kind of hot. Who am I kidding? Everything Brittany does or doesn't do is hot. She's Brittany Pierce.
"I'm going to need to meet your dad anyway," she says through heavy pants, "he has to check Lord Tubbington."
I fold my arms. "He doesn't have to do anything." She keeps running and doesn't look over in my direction once. I scoff and then head inside, "maybe I was wrong about you."
"Maybe I was too," Brittany mutters softly, but I ignore her statement. It seriously feels like we're best friends having a fight over the smallest thing. I wish half of that statement was true - she would make an awesome best friend and keep me laughing.
I walk inside and make a start on breakfast. I lift up my pyjama shirt and feel sweat collecting all up in my underboob. It isn't even hot outside. So why was Brittany sweating as well before she even started running? I throw my shirt on the bench and pour some juice in a glass. I guess I should cook something up for Brittany seeing as she is a guest and I do still love her more than I love my own life.
Before I can move though, Brittany runs into the kitchen, grabs my shirt and wipes it across her face. Her expression is priceless when she realises it isn't a cloth or towel. Her eyes find mine for a moment and she flushes, before turning and running back to the garden. That was weird.
I set some toast on a plate and keep the spreads beside them. I pour another glass of juice and place it on the bench where she'll see it. I then grab my shirt carefully and contemplate whether or not to wash it. I shake my head and throw it in the washing basket and jog upstairs to get ready for school. I don't have to leave for another half an hour, but I'd rather be alone upstairs then with grumpy Brittany downstairs.
After I shower and put on a pair of jeans and tight black tank top, I grab my bag and head for the front door.
"What's there to do here?" I hear Brittany ask behind me. She's finishing the glass of juice and placing it in the sink.
I shrug and bite the inner wall of my mouth. "I don't know, you're old enough to drink aren't you?"
"I'm old enough to do alot of things," she replies with a wink. Oh, so we're back to the flirting are we?
I step forward, dropping my bag on the tiles. "Oh yeah? Like what?" I arch an eyebrow and watch Brittany's expression soften.
"I can buy these really crazy toys that stimula-"
"Oh my god," I breathe, stepping back and raising my hands. "That's enough right there."
"That's enough to make you wet? Really Santana? Are you one of those girls that starts the video and can't even get through the lame story line at the beginning?"
I gulp and scowl at her. She's really overstepping some boundaries here. I turn around and pick my bag up, flinging it over my shoulder. As I open the door I turn to look back at Brittany and smirk. "Honey, I don't need to watch you on film to get wet." Wait, that was more of a compliment than an insult.
I watch her mouth twitch and her thighs subtly pinch shut. She allows me to leave the house without needing to have the last word. I walk down the stairs to the driveway and notice that there's a car pulling up. I see my parents through the windscreen, laughing and thankfully not noticing me. I sprint back inside, throw my bag on the stairs and notice Brittany still standing in the same spot.
"What are-" I grab her before she can finish her sentence and pull her towards the pool house. Once we're inside I make sure Lord Tubbington is in here as well and then lock the door. "Santana, your dad has to check on Tubbs anyway, why are we hiding?"
"Brittany, you don't understand. I can't have my parents know I watch porn."
"How will they know I'm part of the industry? Do I really give off that vibe?" She pouts.
I begin to pace around the room, my fingers fiddling together quickly. "Maybe they won't notice you're even here," my breathing quickens, "I'll just say I found Lord Tubbington on the street!"
"Santana are you okay?"
I whip my head around to her and notice her look of concern. I grin brightly, "I'm fine."
Brittany walks forward and grabs my face so that I look at her. "I have these panic attacks all the time before I have to start filming, I get it."
"You get it?" I ask sadly.
She nods and sits me down. "I even got them when Lord Tubbington told me he joined a gang. I mean I thought he was on the right track after rehab, but I guess not. I still don't know where I went wrong." I stare at her with my mouth open. Is this girl seriously talking about her cat? Is she one of those people that treat their pets like their own children?
She looks genuinely upset and confused and I don't want to make fun of her. I don't even have a cruel joke floating inside my to spit out. All I feel is empathy for the girl beside me. "You know, I never watched what you were doing to other girls," I shake my head, "maybe the first couple times I did, but after that I only watched your face. I basically became addicted to your face and how I could tell what you were feeling. When you reached your climax your mouth would fall open and you'd get these lines on your forehead from tensing your face. Your cheeks, your ears, every part of your skin would turn pink." I smile to myself and then look up to see Brittany staring back at me.
She sucks her lips into her mouth to moisten them and then they curve into a small smile. "Did you ever masturbate over me?" I shudder at the softness of her voice and how her breath hits my skin and sinks into me like it belongs inside me. She doesn't ask me in the voice she uses for foreplay. Her voice is serious and so sexy but she doesn't need to emphasize on the sexy part - she just is.
"Never when I watched your videos, because I always just wanted to watch you. But when I was alone in bed, not doing anything, I would..." I feel my face start to heat up. I can't believe I'm telling Brittany Pierce how I masturbate over her. She'll think I'm just like her horny male fans or worse.
"Well," she shifts closer to me on the bed, "I'm actually here right now so, what do you want to do to me?" The huskiness of her voice sends shivers throughout my body. I pinch my thighs together and hope she doesn't sense how wet I am right now - I have a feeling porn stars can do that.
"Santana?!" I jump to my feet and peek passed the curtains. My parents are in the kitchen standing near the back door. I tell Brittany to grab Lord Tubbington and put him in the bathroom. She frowns but follows my orders anyway. She closes the bathroom door and then comes back only to be pushed towards the bed.
"What the hell Santana?" Oh lord, my name sounds so good on her lips - especially when she's shouting it.
"Just get underneath!" I hiss back. She rolls her eyes and pulls back the blankets. "No, underneath the whole bed not just the blankets!"
"Santana are you out here?" I hear my dad yell.
Brittany smirks and spreads her limbs out across the bed. She stretches her arm out towards me and curls her finger back in a come hither motion. I'm frozen for a second but then grab her arm and pull her off the bed. She pulls me back and she's way stronger than me. I fall on top of her and claw at the bed to try and stand. Brittany's hands grip my arms to keep me down but I hiss and groan and threaten to lick her. Bad idea.
"I'm fine with that," she whispers when we stop moving.
I hear tapping against the door and I quickly use all my strength to pull Brittany up and get her on her knees - it's not as sexual as it sounds. She complies this time and crawls under the bed. The door opens slowly and I sit back on the bed.
"Santana what are you doing in here?"
I don't realise how heavily I'm breathing until I try to release actual words and nothing comes out. I purse my lips before exhaling a slow breath. "I just wanted to relax here for a bit, my room was too hot."
My dad grins, accepting my answer. My mom just shakes her head in amusement and walks back out.
"You can take the car to school, I don't have work today," my mom calls back.
I look towards my dad and notice him eyeing the suitcase on the floor beside me. "My closet is getting to full," I blurt out.
"I told your mother we need to get you one of those walk in wardrobes."
"Dad, I do have a walk in wardrobe."
His mouth forms an 'o' shape. "Well then you just need less clothes and more books. In fact I'm going to buy you a book shelf," he concludes with a wave of his finger.
We share a grin, but mine disappears soon after when I feel something soft against my ankle. I fidget a little and clench my teeth shut.
"Are you okay to drive?"
I nod quickly, my mouth still clamped shut. My ankles continue to be assaulted by Brittany's fingers and my mind instantly take a visit to the gutter. What would her fingers feel like in other places?
"All right well I'll see you later alligator."
"Bye dad," I say through gritted teeth. After he shuts the door I shoot down from the bed and lift up the covers. Brittany's head is resting on her hands and she's grinning back at me.
"You're staying in here until I get back and then we'll take Lord Tubbington to a different Vet."
"What about your dad?" Brittany pouts again. Ugh that is so damn cute.
"No, not my dad. My dad has work friends that are complete creeps so I'm sure you've been talked about around the office." I watch Brittany's face fall into a deeper pout and I instantly regret my words. I lay on the ground and mirror her position.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to make you sound like nothing."
She pinches her lips together and nods slightly. "Just go to school, I'll be fine." Brittany is really sensitive for a 23 year old. I thought she would have gotten used to it by now. I guess being in a different state, you think nobody would talk about you. But she's beautiful, I'm sure there is at least one person in every country that knows about Brittany Pierce and if there isn't, there needs to be.
"I think I'd rather be here with you, than be at school with people I hate."
Brittany smiles slightly, but doesn't look at me. "I don't want to be the reason you fail this year."
"I'm like excelling in all of my classes, there's no way in hell I could fail," I say with conviction and confidence that almost always turns the squad on. When Coach asks me to take over and deliver one of her motivational speeches I swear I can see a tinge of red cover their cheeks. It could be from the sun but I prefer the other reason.
We share a smirk and my eyes linger on her lips for a little too long. "Are you thinking about kissing me?"
"What?" My eyes snap back up to hers. I wish people could witness my emotions do magic tricks - they would be amazed at how fast my confidence can disappear.
She breathes out a laugh through her nose. "I'm a porn star Santana, I don't fall in love, I have to keep up my rep."
I notice the sarcasm in her voice, but when she mentioned love I noticed something more - something depressing. I think Brittany wants more than just to be loved. She wants to be treasured. She wants everything her job doesn't offer.
She shuffles out from under the bed and stands up. I stand up too but don't make a move to leave just yet. "This still feels weird," I say, "having you here in my house, right in front of me."
"It feels weird for me too," she replies, "but a good weird." I laugh and nod towards the door at the back of the pool house.
"That will lead you outside if you need to go get some lunch. Oh and," I look towards the bathroom, "don't forget your cat."
"Never," she says with a grin.
"I'll see you in a couple hours. Oh and if you need me for anything I go to Mckinley High School. Google maps it," I suggest, before looking at my phone.
"Can I have your number?" She asks flirtatiously. My body freezes again, but soon turns back to normal because I'm growing comfortable around her.
"I'm not sure we're at that stage yet are we?" I flirt back and wink before leaving the pool house.
I pass my parents in the kitchen and tell them I used the bathroom in the pool house so they might want to stay out of there for a couple days, months maybe. They wince and my mom tells me to grow up. I grab my bag and head out the door. Before getting in the car I contemplate whether or not to just take Brittany with me. She might be able to pass as a student? But if she's following me around all day I'm bound to get questions and stares from other Cheerios and jocks - especially Quinn and Puck.
My last class of the day requires me to pair up with Puck. Of course my teacher still thinks we're in the third grade and wants us to be in a girl/boy partnership. Puck shifts his chair closer to mine, but I place a book between our heads before he can say a word. He shoves the book away lightly and laughs.
"All right I give up, there's obviously someone else or you wouldn't be objecting to my charming advances."
I turn to him impressed, "Wow Puckerman, you used some big words in that sentence, well done."
"You know what they say; a man who uses big words possesses a big d-"
"Don't even finish that sentence Puckerman. I've seen what's hiding between those hairy chicken legs of yours and it's about as big as what a Lego man is packing."
His cheeks grow red and he shifts away slightly. "Okay, okay, no need to say it so loud." We fall into a comfortable silence until he speaks up again. "So is there someone else?"
I roll my eyes and hand him the work sheet to fill out some answers. "Probably, there's always someone else with me," I shrug nonchalantly.
"Who is he? Or she?" He wiggles his eyebrows.
I decide to fuck with Puck a bit. I turn to him, shift my chair closer and look him dead in the eyes. "She's blonde, tall, really fit and sexy. Her legs are endless and when they're wrapped around me I feel like I'm in heaven. Her tongue can do these tricks," I make sure to lick my lips to really grab his attention, "which make me cum as soon as she touches me."
"Holy shit," he breathes and fidgets in his seat. I look down and notice the bulge in his pants.
I laugh and shift away from him. "You're always so easy Puckerman."
"Shut up," he hisses and cowers his head, "that was just really hot. Maybe you should invite me next time." I try and remember what Brittany tweeted those guys about threesomes.
"No thanks, she likes to treasure me and pleasure only me," I say confidently and the bell goes soon after.
"Bring her to my party this weekend!" He shouts after me. I consider it.
When I arrive back home I wait a few minutes before entering the house. If Brittany has spoken to my parents or they've seen her, I'm going to have to come up with a good explanation. Either that or I'll have to join a lesbian colony in another state and write letters every week to let my parents know that Ellen is as nice as she is on T.V and I have been eating well. I place my ear to the front door and when I don't hear anything I step inside and make my way upstairs. I swing open the door to my room and drop my bag to the floor. When I look up I almost faint.
"Oh hey, your parents said something about turning the pool house into a salon for your mom so I decided I could just room with you."
I stare at Brittany in disbelief. "How did you make it in here?"
"They've taken a stroll to the store down the road to get some equipment," Brittany says with a chuckle. Curse my parents and their old school language.
"So you grabbed your stuff and sneaked in here while they were gone?" Brittany nods.
"Sheer genius," I state proudly before I can stop myself. Brittany's face lights up, brighter than normal. She smiles widely at me for a long time and I start to feel uncomfortable but also really happy to see her smile at the same time. Being the cause of that smile really makes me... smile.
I look around the room and notice something near my bed. "What is thi – Oh my god!" I squeal and drop the toy.
"That's my vibrator, there are a lot of different levels," she picks it up and scans it, "guess I left it on the highest one."
I nod and avoid eye contact because if she knows what I'm thinking then I'll never hear the end of it. "W-Where's Lord T?"
"Lord T," Brittany giggles at my nickname for him, "is in the wardrobe taking a nap." I notice the door half open and a furry tale half visible. I walk over to the bed and sit down a good distance away from Brittany. She notices my awkwardness and changes positions so she's sitting cross legged and facing me.
"Can I ask you something?"
I nod, "sure."
"Your boobs, they're not real are they?" Now how the fuck did she notice? "I've seen and squeezed and sucked alot of boobs in my time," oh right, "and I can kind of tell now."
I stare at my hands a while before answer quietly, "It wasn't like I set out to do them, it was kind of a spontaneous thing."
"Like me coming to Lima," she replies grinning. I nod.
"Exactly. I guess we're the type of people that if we feel something is right we go with it," I finish in a whisper. I look towards her but she's admiring the satin sheets on my bed. My eyes trail up her body and to her chest. I feel my breathing constrict, but I didn't realise what she was wearing before. Her top shows a lot of cleavage.
My eyes walk back up to her eyes and I find her staring right at me. She isn't wearing a smirk like usual. "You can touch them if you want, they're real."
I swallow thickly and watch her shuffle forward slightly because I remain still. "I don't, well I do, but I don't want to treat you like you're just something to fondle for my own pleasure."
She listens, I know she does, but she begins to laugh and I don't know why so I frown. "What?" I yell. She continues to laugh and holds her stomach as she rolls on the bed. Thank god this bed is huge so she won't fall off. "Brittany will you tell me why the hell you're laughing?"
Her head falls back and her long blonde hair trails down her back. She's a master piece. Her nose scrunches as she laughs. I think I can see a tear in her eye.
"Y-Y-You s-said f-f-f-fondle!" She answers between sharp laughs.
"You laughed for a solid three minutes because I used the word fondle?" She nods and laughs even harder. I roll my eyes and stand up, "you're impossible."
"No S-Santana, d-d-don't go, please, I'll be g-good." She sucks her lips inside her mouth to control her laughter. My lips contort so that I don't start laughing, but her laughter is so damn infectious.
"How about I make us some dinner and bring it up?"
"That would be awesome, do you have chicken nuggets?"
My eyebrows drop slightly, "yeah I'll check."
She grins and I grin back. This girl is the most normal girl I've ever met in my life - give or take a few quirky qualities. If I didn't know what she did for a living I would totally think she owned like the cereal Cheerios because she's so damn happy all the time. Except when she pouts; that ruins my day.
I head downstairs to the kitchen just as my parents walk through the door. "Santana, we have big news!"
"You're turning the pool house into a beauty salon," I sigh and roll my eyes.
My parents stop and look at me weirdly. "How did you know?" My mom inquires. I stare into the fridge for a long time that the only thing that comes out of my mouth is...
"Chicken nuggets."
"What?" My dad says laughing.
"I'm making chicken nuggets for dinner," I clear my throat, "I left something here before I went to school and I heard you guys talking about it."
My dad shrugs and pulls out three bowels. "Oh, well isn't this exciting! It'll be like you're professionally getting your hair done every time you wake up to go to school. The other girls will be so jealous," my mom explains in a high pitch voice.
My parents set the table as I place the chicken nuggets in the oven. My dad shakes his head and takes out three noodle boxes from plastic bag. "I thought you would be hungry but I guess you're already cooking."
"Well someone has to cook in this kitchen," I say accusingly. My parents stare at each other, silently admitting they're both guilty. They pour their noddles into their bowels and stare at me while I stand by the oven.
"Are you just going to look at it? Come sit with us and eat while they're getting cooked."
I gulp, "Okay."
Suddenly there's a noise coming for upstairs that catches both my parents attention. "Is that the water running?"
I freeze. Really Brittany, you're going to take a shower right now? I curse to myself and walk towards the stairs. "I think I left the tap running, I'll just check."
I run towards the bathroom and knock on the door lightly. There's no answer. I walk into my room and knock on the other door of the bathroom. Still no answer. I walk over to my bed and sit down, anxiously waiting for Brittany to appear and when she does, sweet jesus am I not prepared for this.
Her body is soaking wet and she has a tiny white towel wrapped around her. Her hair is hanging over one side of her shoulder, leaving the other side exposed. Her head flicks up and she looks at me with the sexiest stare imaginable. I feel my fingers digging into the bed but other than that I'm paralysed.
"Sorry, was I not meant to bathe while I'm here?" She asks teasingly. When I don't answer, she moves forward and places a leg up on the bed. Part of the towels flies open so I can see more of her thigh and I think I die right there. I think I'm seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.
"Nuggets," I mutter awkwardly. She smirks and runs lotion up and down her leg. "Gotta check the nuggets."
My feet are moving before I realise they are and I'm standing in front of the oven in no time. I grab the box of noodles, throw them in my bowl and swallow them in record time. My parents notice my odd behaviour but shrug it off and move to the living room to watch television.
After I've rinsed my bowl I turn to leave but witness Brittany creeping into the kitchen. My eyes widen and I immediately grab her arm to pull her back upstairs. When we're out of sight, Brittany giggles and pulls herself free from me. "I just want some ice cream."
"I have nuggets for you!"
"But I want ice cream as well," she says innocently, biting her lip and making me die all over again.
"No," I state firmly but she notices my resolve crumbling. "I'll give you ice cream tomorrow."
She nods excitedly and I turn to grab the bowl of nuggets. When I turn back she's standing right there and I almost drop the ball. "Brittany go upstairs, I'll be up soon."
She tugs on my shirt and sways slowly. "But I miss you already Santana." Holy shit. She's in a tight dress now too.
"Why are you dressed up?" I whisper, walking upstairs with her following.
"We're having dinner together, it's kind of special isn't it?" she answers sweetly. We step into my room and I place the nuggets on my bed. Brittany grabs the bowl and places it on the ground. She then removes a blanket off my bed and places it on the carpet. She puts the nuggets in the middle and then sits down on a pillow. She offers me a pillow and I slowly sit by her.
"What are we doing?"
"We're having dinner. Since you don't have a table or nice candles, this will do. Oh and you can get dressed up next time." I smile at her while she digs into the nuggets.
"You're something else you know that."
She looks up at me with a lop sided grin. "I'm just me," she whispers and shrugs. Once we've finished the nuggets, her scoffing them down like a vacuum, we move to my bed and I suggest a movie.
"Ice cream?" She asks sweetly.
I give in and take the empty bowl downstairs. When I scan the fridge, I'm instantly disappointed because the one night I need ice cream it's not here. I contemplate asking my parents to go and get some but figure they would just explain to me the dangers of night snacking. I shut the fridge and walk over to them still laying on the sofa.
"I'm going to bed, but I'll need the car tomorrow night because I have a party." The nod sleepily and blow me a kiss. I smile and walk back upstairs. I really don't want to witness a disappointed Brittany so I think of something to tell that will make her forget about not getting ice cream tonight.
"There's a party tomorrow night," I say as soon as I enter my room. She grins and bounces on my bed.
"Are you saying I can actually leave the house Santana? I am ever so honoured," she says sarcastically and flicks her hair behind her shoulder. I roll my eyes and join her on the bed.
"Which side do you like to sleep on?"
"I thought we were having ice cream and watching a movie," she says with a pout. I internally scream.
"Well we don't actually have any ice cream but I promise I'll go out to get some after cheerleading practice and well eat some before the party."
She grins, "I sleep on the right side, but if that's your side then I guess I can live with that."
I purse my lips and gesture for her to get under the blankets. She settles in and stares at me for a moment, probably wondering why I'm staring at her. "First time you've had a porn star in your bed?"
"Yep," I reply quickly and settle in next to her. I'm on the left, she's on the right - which is great because I'm left handed and if I feel she needs some hair brushed behind her hair I'll do it.
"Oh," she mutters suddenly and I watch her pull back the blankets to throw her dress off onto the floor. "So what movies do you have?" She asks quietly when she settles back in.
"Um, whatever is on television I guess," I shrug and grab the remote. I flick through the channels and wait for Brittany to say stop but she doesn't and eventually my finger gets sore.
"Do you want to just, um, sleep?" I suggest, avoiding staring at her body. She notices me being awkward and sighs.
"You've seen me naked during what's supposed to be personal, intimate moments, but you're getting tense over me in my underwear?"
"Well," I choke out, then clear my throat, "you are in my bed," I say matter of factly.
She chuckles softly. "Let's just go to bed," she whispers back. Since she's on the right she has to turn the lamp off. When she does, we're clouded in darkness. I can hear her breathing but I try to tune it out before I start breathing really quickly and end up passing out.
"I'm sorry about last night," she whispers.
I think back to our small argument and nod slowly. "It's okay, I shouldn't have said you were a big deal, even though you are, to me. I think I watched you all this time because you gave me confidence. I don't like to admit it but seeing you be so comfortable with your body, made me comfortable."
"Shouldn't women in magazines make you feel comfortable in your body, not porn stars?" She asks seriously.
"I guess," I answer, shrugging slightly. "You were still the one though."
I see the outline of her mouth turn up in the dark. She doesn't say anything she just smiles.
I make sure my alarm on my phone is still set to 6am and then place it beside my pillow. Brittany shifts in the bed and when I look over I find her staring at me. She giggles and I frown. "What?" I whisper.
She chuckles before answering, "The offer is still on the table."
"What offer?"
"You can still touch my boobs."
I cover my mouth with my palm to stop from snorting. Did she really just say that with a straight face?
"I really can't believe this is happening," I sigh and rest my head on my hands, still facing her. She mirrors my position and smiles.
"I'm excited for tomorrow night. Maybe after a few drinks you'll touch want to touch my boobs," she says and I notice one of her eyes closes and opens. I don't voice that I would touch her boobs sober, because as much as she flirts with me I don't want to do what many other of her fans would do.
I decide to wink back and somehow fall asleep soon after, even though I would much rather watch her all night. Brittany Pierce is in my bed. Holy shit.