Because you're all so nice to me, I'll give you chapter 5! Enjoy (:
Chapter 5
You look around at the sea of sweaty bodies and you wonder how all of them manage to breathe in here. You've only been here for a couple of minutes and you're already craving oxygen.
You spot the bar to your left and you press yourself forward until you reach the bar stools. Santana texted you earlier today and told you to wait in the bar for her. She said she'll be back stage to prepare something before the show. You don't mind waiting, as long as you'll get to hear her sing later. You've already thought about what her voice is going to sound like. You've been imagining it to sound like honey, chocolate and raspberry combined and to be super sexy raspy. You're very positive she's the best singer in the entire world; you haven't heard her yet but you just know.
You sit in the bar and it only takes a few seconds before the bartender notices you. He smiles brightly and walks towards your side of the bar. The list of drinks is all weird names but you close your eyes and point your finger somewhere on the drinking menu. When you then open your eyes again, you see that you're pointing at 'sex my body up'. You can't break the rules of closing eyes and pointing so you tell the bartender that you want him to sex your body up. First, he just widens his eyes and you're pretty sure he got stuck in glue because he doesn't move. Then you decide to play with him a little more so you throw him a wink. After 8,5 seconds (yes, you counted) he finally manages a smile and moves to the other side to get your drink ready.
When the very sweet and a little confused bartender gives you your drink, you turn around in your seat and you scan the dance floor. It's a mix between feeling the rhythm in your bones and seeing everyone dance, which gets you to stamp your feet to the beat of the music. You're just about to forget about your drink and abandon the bar to go and take over the dance floor with your sick moves, when you see her.
She wears a dress that makes her boobs pop and you have to shake your head and close your eyes to prevent fainting. She pulls you in for a hug and you claim her waist with your strong arms. You feel the material of her dress beneath your fingertips and you sneak your hands lower down on her back until they're resting on the small of her back. You hear her giggle in your ear and you don't why but it makes your stomach flutter.
"I've missed you," she says quietly in your ear and you hold her closer.
"I've missed you more," you say and it's pretty ridiculous how true that is even though you only saw her last night.
You let go of each other and she turns around to say something to someone behind her. You take that time to admire the veins in her neck when she turns her head like that. It makes you want to kiss and tast-
"Britt, this is Joe," Santana says and points a thumb at a guy with dreads. You smile at him and reach out to take his hand.
"Brittany," you tell him and his smile only grows.
"Nice to meet you Brittany, I've heard so much about you!" You look over at Santana who rolls her eyes at him.
"No, you haven't," she mumbles and then another guy comes into your view.
"Hi sexy, my name's Puck," he reaches his hand out and you're pretty sure he's the guy you saw outside of your apartment yesterday. He looks you up and down and it makes you blush.
"Brittany," you tell him and extend your own hand.
You look at Santana again but her eyes are on Puck, and she doesn't look happy. You're just about to poke her ribs and ask what's wrong when she hits Puck in the arm.
"Ouch! What was that for?" he screams and Santana only smirks.
"Stop checking Britts out, she's not interested," Santana says and you can't decide if you should laugh or just poke her again.
You do both. Because Santana always tries to seduce you but now she hits Puck for doing the same thing. You're pretty sure she's jealous and you find it kind of cute.
Santana only smiles bashfully at you.
"How would you know if she's interested or not?" Puck questions Santana over the loud music and Santana only shrugs.
"Because you're ugly," she deadpans. You giggle but give her a somewhat stern look because she shouldn't tell other people they're ugly.
"Actually, I'm gay," you say and Puck raises his eye brows.
"Oh…" he then looks over to Santana and he smirks. Santana slaps his arm again but this time he only laughs.
"You want something to drink?" You had been watching Puck so you didn't notice when Santana got this close to you. She's hovering right next to your ear so she doesn't have to scream so loudly. Her hot breath on your skin makes you shiver but you manage a nod as Santana turns to the bar to order. You never told her what drink, but you trust her to order something good.
Puck comes closer to you and wiggles his eye brows and you're already dreading the conversation you're presumably about to have with him.
"So, you and Santana?" he says more like a statement and you nod sharply as if there's nothing else to tell.
"What about me and Santana?" you ask as he sits down on the stool next to you.
Puck only shrugs before looking away towards the stage. "Have you heard her sing yet?"
"No, I haven't," you smile because you're really excited. Puck smiles at you; a real smile, not a smirk.
"She's really good," he says and you don't doubt him.
"I'm sure she is," you say honestly and smile back at him.
"A Beach Sunshine for you Brit-Brit!" Santana comes back to stand right in front of you and you take the drink that's been extended to you.
"Thank you!" you smile and she takes a sip from her own drink. You taste your drink and it's delicious. Better than the sexy-body-drink.
"Mmm! This is awesome!" you half-yell so Santana will hear you.
"I thought you'd like it," she says bashfully.
Joe comes back from talking to the bartender and he asks Santana and Puck where Sam is.
They both shrug their shoulders.
Santana takes one more sip before taking a step closer towards you so she's standing in between your legs. You inhale sharply when her body presses against yours. Suddenly she leans forward and you see her place her glass on the bar counter behind you. You exhale. You're relieved because you thought she was going to tease you with her touches or kisses again, and you're not sure if you can take anymore of those before you pounce on her. But you're also a little disappointed because you love when she touches you.
Santana taps your knee with her pointer finger and you snap your eyes up to her face. There's a sweet barely-there smile grazing her lips and you smile because her smile is awesome and infectious. "Wanna dance?" she asks as she leans in to your ear. You think she did that so you would hear what she said but you would have heard her either way since the music wasn't too loud here and she was already pretty close.
You're still tapping your feet against the stool you're sitting on and your body aches to go dancing so you nod your head and you take her hand.
"Wait!" Puck quickly stands up and waves his arms in front of your faces. Santana only glares at him and you poke her side.
"You can come dance with us Puck!" I shout to him and now it's Santana's turn to poke me in the ribs. Puck only smiles brightly at me and puts his arms around our shoulders to guide us to the dance floor.
Santana seems really grumpy the whole first five minutes of our dancing. I'm getting crazy with Puck and he's waving his arms back and forth and I'm practically on the floor laughing, so dancing wouldn't be the best way to describe what we're doing.
Suddenly I feel someone behind me, putting their hands on my hips and I start moving with the person. I'm used to people dancing with me in clubs. I'm usually never alone while dancing and I don't really mind anyone dancing with me.
I turn around and I'm met with a pretty girl with almond hair and rosy cheeks. She's pretty cute and I smile at her when she shakes her hips to the beat.
We're dancing pretty close to each other and it's starting to get warm and I'm starting to need oxygen. And something to drink.
I lean forward and shout in the girls' ear that I will go and get a drink. She only smiles and nods and keeps dancing.
I make my way to the bar and when I get there I see a hot Latina sitting in the bar, sipping a drink. I sneak my arms around her waist and she jumps a little.
"Hey there" I tell her and take her drink from her hands. I sweep down the rest of it in one gulp and she only watches me with wide and slightly amused eyes.
"Sorry, I got really thirsty from dancing," I say and something flashes before Santana's eyes but I can't read it. Instead I put my hand on her knee and ask her when she's gonna sing.
"In about half an hour" she says quietly and I almost can't hear her.
"Why aren't you dancing?" I ask then and she only shrugs.
After playing with her drink for another minute, she looks up at my face.
"Shouldn't you go back to that ugly bitch on the dance floor?" she asks you and you have to think for a while until you realize what bitch she's talking about.
It suddenly dawns on you. Like a bomb exploding in your chest, and the pieces landing somewhere low in your abdomen.
"Are you jealous?"
She quickly turns her head your way and quirks her eye brow.
"No."
You smile because she's totally jealous but you don't push the matter because the more you'll tease her, the more she'll deny it.
But she's totally jealous and you can't really hide your smile.
You can't bask in your joy much longer because suddenly a blonde boy comes bouncing up beside you and he pushes in to Santana to give her a weird hug and you only stand there staring as she's giggling into his ear.
You see the blonde hair, and big lips, and white skin and suddenly all the joy you felt leave your body and Santana's giggling invades your brain. You would smile when she laughs but this is different. Now she's laughing because of the blonde Justin Bieber, aka the guy who hooked up with Santana that first time you saw her in the elevator.
Santana crawls her way out of his embrace and she smiles giddily at you while she introduces you to him. She says your name and he smiles, he just smiles and you want to smack that smile off his face because he shouldn't smile at you like that, not when you're feeling like this. You don't know why, but he just shouldn't.
He says his name, Sam, and you remember Santana mentioning his name the morning after when she came in to your apartment. She said he was good in bed but wasn't her boyfriend. You huff and you think that you're probably a lot better in bed than he is but you don't voice your thoughts out loud. You figure it's best to keep quiet until these feelings go away.
Santana talks to him some more while you're spacing out and it's only when blonde Bieber is gone and Santana is poking your arm that you shake yourself from dreamland.
"I'm gonna go on stage now, will you be okay by yourself?" she looks you deep in the eyes and you drown in her deep brown eyes for a while.
"Yeah, sure" you smile at her because she's so pretty. "Break a leg" you say but then you regret it immediately. "Or don't, because that will be horrible. But good luck. Not that you'll need it because you're great. I mean I haven't heard you yet but I kind of just know, you know. Like when you taste a new chocolate and you just know that it'll taste good because it's chocolate and chocolate can't taste bad. You know?"
You bite you lip because you should stop talking.
She only nods slowly and she touches your arm and you kind of want to hug her but you don't. You know it's irrational but Sam just hugged her and you don't want to seem like you need to hug her just because he hugged her. Because you don't need to hug her, you can live without her hugs. And you're not like Sam, you're not someone who will hook up with her in an elevator and you're not going to hug Santana because you don't need to. And now you're starting to get a little dizzy so you just look at her.
"Thanks, Brittany" she says and your name rolls off her tongue so nicely.
She smiles one last time at you and you wave awkwardly before she fully turns around and walks away towards the stage.
Puck, Joe, Santana and Sam are on stage and Sam is in the same band as them and you kind of already figured it out but now you know for sure and he plays the bass. Joe plays the drums and Puck plays guitar.
Santana is only going to sing, you think, because right now she's not holding a guitar.
The intro to the song their playing is very long and kind of slow. You're trying to prepare yourself for her singing voice but it's hard to prepare yourself for something that you know will be so awesome.
But when she starts to sing, you only sit there. You only listen and you just look at her throughout the whole song.
Because holy shit.
Because she is not only great, she is freaking fantastic and you have to hold yourself up by clutching the bar.
The audience is roaring and the applauses are making your ears pound.
Her voice was like freshly bakes chocolate cookies with strawberries along with cold milk on a hot summer day. Her voice was like hot velvet, streaming through your body and you feel your knees itch warmly. You didn't even know that could happen to your knees, but apparently Santana makes you feel a lot of different things.
She comes stumbling down the stage and people are patting her shoulder and screaming compliments in her ear and you watch her smile and laugh and thanking them and you only smile wider because you can see how happy she is while doing this.
You meet her eyes and her smile gets wider while she walks towards you and you can't sit still so you meet her halfway. You don't care about what you should do or not do so you just pull her in for a hug. You breathe in the scent of her hair and the warmth of her neck and her arms wrap around your waist.
You stand there for a while, just enjoying each other. When you pull away you look into her eyes and you want to say so many things but nothing comes out. You don't even know where to start.
"Your voice is like velvet" is everything you say, and judging by her furrowing eye brows, she thought that sounded as weird as you thought it sounded.
"Thanks…?" she says and you nod and smile because, yeah it is a compliment.
At that moment Puck comes up beside you and he's wearing a big smile and he asks you what you thought about his guitar playing. And for a few seconds you only stare at him because you realize that you don't really know anything about his guitar skillz since you were only watching Santana and her lips.
"It was great!" you say instead, you're sure it really was great but you don't really know.
Santana turns to you and she pokes your ribs.
"I talked to the guy who manages the stage here and he said that if you want to then maybe you can dance here some time, I know that's your dream. It's not a big stage, but it's a start, right?"
Santana looks at you a little nervous as if you wouldn't like what she just said. You don't understand why because that was probably the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for you. Ever. And Santana hasn't even known you for more than a couple weeks.
So you take her hand and you nod your head, and you smile, and you whisper thank you. You don't know what else to do because she's pretty overwhelming at the moment.
Sam stumbles up beside Puck who's talking to the bartender. Joe comes three seconds later and Santana turns to them and you can't hear what she says but their all nodding their heads and hugging her. She turns around to you and she says she will head home. She asks you if you're gonna stay or if you want to make her company home.
You don't really have to think about it so you tell her you'll walk home with her.
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When you're outside the club and you can breathe again you slow your steps to a slow pace and let yourself enjoy the evening wind. Santana walks beside you and you hear her chuckle.
"Was it hard to breathe in there?" she asks and you nod.
"Yeah, it was. Especially when that really round and bald man bumped in to me on our way out" you say. That man had totally crushed you with his body and he smelled weird, like he had bathed in fish and rotten tomatoes and it wasn't a pleasant experience.
Santana chuckles again and you chance a glance at her.
You think she's probably the most beautiful girl you've ever seen and especially when she smiles. And much more especially when you are the reason behind her smile.
When you get into the elevator in your apartment building, you start thinking about what Santana has done with probably a lot of people in this elevator and you gulp awkwardly. She asks if you're okay and you tell her you're fine. It doesn't look like she believes you but she doesn't question it further.
You get out of the elevator and you stop right outside. This is where you go left and she goes right. You don't really want to part with her already but at the same time would it be weird if you invited her in. Because maybe she will think that you want to do things with her that you're not even ready to admit that you want and more necessary, you're never going to do with her. Because even though she's hot and she makes you shudder sometimes when she touches you, she's too dangerous and you know better than to throw yourself out off a cliff like that, begging to be heartbroken.
But when she asks you if you want to hang out for a while, you hear yourself telling her that you've got red wine and a comfy couch.
It doesn't take long until you're both inside your apartment, opening a bottle of wine and settling on the couch in your living room.
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