"...and then he put his mouth on my mouth."

"And he kissed you!" Brittany asked, incredulously. They were sitting across from each other on Brittany's bed, their legs crossed into pretzels.

Santana shrugged, "I guess so…it was mostly just him putting his mouth on my mouth."

"Isn't that all kissing is?" Brittany's brow furrowed.

"I dunno, I'd never done it before!" Santana said, defensively. "I just thought there was supposed to be something, you know, more? Like, in those movies you're supposed to feel something, aren't you? You're at least supposed to move your lips around or something, aren't you?"

"How should I know?" Brittany said with a shrug. "I still haven't had my first kiss."

"Yeah, I know." Santana said, looking down at her legs, staring at the place where her ankles crossed each other.

"How come you got your first kiss on your first date ever and I've been going on dates with boys since last year and none of them have ever done more than hold my hand?" Brittany's voice wasn't tinged with jealousy, not really, it was just pure, innocent curiosity.

"Don't worry, Britt. It'll happen for you." Santana encouraged.

"Yeah, I guess so," Brittany sounded disappointed now.

"No, really!" Santana said, trying to cheer up her best friend. "Just like you kept telling me that I'd be asked on a date sooner or later. And you were right! So...I guess you just have to be patient a little bit longer, like I was." Santana grabbed Brittany's hand, and gave it a friendly squeeze.

Brittany had been asked out on her first date when they were still in 6th grade, but now they were 12, and Santana had recently stopped wearing her hair in braids all the time, and gotten her braces off, and gone shopping with her mom for new clothes and gotten a bras without the word "training" in front of it for the first time ever. These had all happened within a few weeks of each other, and then she had suddenly been asked on a date by a boy in the 8th grade.

Santana supposed it made sense that boys were looking at her differently now that she was growing up and "filling out" as her mom had put it, except that Brittany still wore pigtails half the time, and boys had liked her since they were 11. But Brittany was also tall, and pretty, and had really nice blonde hair, so Santana supposed that made sense, too.

"I thought that getting kissed for the first time was supposed to be really important, but maybe I've been worried about nothing, because it doesn't sound that great, how you tell it." Brittany lamented, resting her chin in her palm.

"Are you really that worried about it, Brittany?" Santana asked, her head cocked to the side.

"I dunno. Kind of. Yes. I just don't really know what to expect and I don't wanna embarrass myself in front of a boy and look even dumber than I already am!"

Santana grabbed Brittany's hand again, and scooted a little closer to her. "Hey! You're not dumb! People who call you that are just jealous of how awesome you are."

Brittany managed to give her a sweet but sad little smile that Santana knew meant I appreciate you saying it, but it doesn't actually make me believe that I'm any more smart.

"And, if you're really that worried, well, I mean, I guess I could help you out? Or something?" Santana was trying to figure out something encouraging to do or say. Maybe she could use the experience of her one-and-only kiss to be helpful.

"Help me? Like how? Like show me?" Brittany was interested, but didn't really understand how she could help. Neither did Santana, really, she just wanted to do something.

"Um, I guess so?"

"Like on your hand or something? Or on my hand? Or are you gonna just kiss me?"

"I guess I could just kiss you, and show you how it happened for me before? That way you won't be caught off guard your first time."

"But if you kiss me, that will be my first time, won't it?"

"Nuh-uh!" Santana was positive, at first, but then she had to figure out why not. "It won't count, not really, because I'm not a boy. When you're on a date with a boy and he kisses you, that'll be your first kiss."

"Oh, OK," Brittany nodded in agreement. "That makes sense."

Santana had a lot easier time convincing Brittany than she did convincing herself.

"OK, so I'm gonna kiss you now." Santana warned, before leaning in. She did exactly what her date earlier had done, she just placed her lips on top of Brittany's.

They stayed there for a moment, with their faces awkwardly pressed together.

"Is this it?" Brittany asked, moving her face back a few inches.

"I dunno, maybe we weren't doing it right before?" Santana was quickly realizing that she needed just as much help as Brittany did.

"So what now?"

"I dunno, maybe we should try moving our mouths around some? Opening our lips a little bit or something?"

"OK," Brittany said, licking her lips, before bringing her mouth back to Santana's.

For a second or two, it was just like their first try, then Brittany and Santana both tried to move at once, and their lips slipped together, bringing their faces impossibly closer. Santana closed her lips just a little bit, and she felt Brittany breath in against her and...oh. Oh. So this is what kissing was supposed to be like. This made much more sense, based on what her previous impression of kisses were.

She suddenly realized that her eyes had fallen closed at some point, and wondered how long they'd been like that for. She opened them to find that Brittany had closed hers, too.

Santana pulled back from the kiss, breathing a bit harder than she was before. She was embarrassed for a second, until she realized that Brittany was out of breath, too.

"I think that went better than the first time." Brittany said, happily.

Santana just nodded, not sure she'd be able to properly speak.

"Wanna go again?" Brittany asked.

Santana nodded again, and leaned back in for another kiss.

When Santana went home later that night, the two girls parted ways red-lipped and breathless and feeling much more prepared for their next dates.

A/N: So this was our first real taste of flashback!Brittana. I hope you liked it! Can I just say, that being 21, trying to regress back to a 12 year old is super hard, and then trying to write a couple of twelve year olds making out? It feels super skeevy. I'll have to work on feeling like less of a creeper when writing future chapters, because it'll only get worse from here.

Also, don't hate me if updates start getting way more scattered. Labor Day Weekend was awesome, but I have to go to class tomorrow, and do homework, and go to Quidditch practice.