You stare at her profile while she's sipping her wine and you admire all her features. Her small nose and the furrow between her eyebrows when she narrows her eyes to try to decipher the taste of the wine. She holds the glass with her left hand while twirling it around. It looks exactly like when people on TV taste expansive wine and they stand there for ages reviewing what they're drinking.
"You don't have to do that, I bought it in the local store for like ten dollars. Pretty sure it just tastes like red wine that's been diluted with water."
She whips her head to you with a somewhat confused grin and you smile shyly at her. She chuckles lowly before placing her glass down on the coffee table.
When she sits back on the couch, tucks one of her legs underneath the other and faces you, you do the same and you sit facing each other on your couch with the only light coming from a candle you lit only 15 minutes ago.
"So, I was thinking..." She says and you automatically think she's going to ask you if you want to make out. So you tuck your lips into your mouth and place your hands nervously in your lap.
But apparently that wasn't what she was going to say.
"I thought we could play this game; twenty questions." She says instead and you giggle because she's cute. Her nose crinkles and she smiles at you like you're being weird.
But she's the one being weird. She could be at the club right now, like usual. And flirting someone up with her natural charm. And she could take them home. She could make out with them in the elevator right now and she could have sex with them all night long, like usual.
But instead, she sits here with you on your couch. With a candle and about to play a silly question game with you.
She's the one being weird, not you.
But you nod your head and you say 'okay' and she smiles and starts thinking of a question.
"Favorite flavor of ice cream?" She asks and you have to give her some kudos for that because that's a really good question.
"Probably caramel, but strawberry is really good. And chocolate of course. Sometimes I choose mango but only on special occasions, so you could say that that is also my favorite. But another favorite is licorice. That's a really good ice cream flavor. But yeah, my favorite is pretty much a lot of flavors, I guess."
She bites her lip when you look up and she looks down into her lap when you meet her gaze.
"Where do you live?" You ask instead and you immediately face palm yourself because, duh, she lives across the hall. You blame the alcohol and the fact that she's biting her lip and those lips have an effect on you that you are not ready to deal with.
You pick up your wine glass to try and hide the fact that your question was totally weird.
"You mean like, where I lived before? Like where I grew up?" She asks and you thank her silently because that's exactly what you meant, kind of.
"I grew up in Cincinnati," she starts when you nod and you watch her face glow. "My mom and dad are crazy and we were pretty much the only family in the whole state who weren't extremely conservative people. My parents were pretty much hippies and I'm really lucky to have them, especially when I came out." She stops and you're still looking at her face because you weren't expecting that much from your silly question.
You're surprised about what she told you too, you don't know why but you just are. Her family seems awesome and much like your own.
You watch her face for a while longer, seeing if she will elaborate but when she keeps quiet, you poke her knee.
"Your family sound awesome" you say and she playfully takes your hand that happened to stay on her knee for a bit longer than intended.
"Yeah, they're pretty awesome"
She draws her fingertip along your middle finger and her touch makes you shudder. You close your eyes for a second and she keeps stroking your hand. You feel the warmth of her knee underneath your palm and the burning touch of her finger on your finger and it kind of makes your head swoon.
You don't want her to stop but at the same time you don't want to do something stupid. You're not good at math, but her touch plus the alcohol is not something that will end well. Even you can figure that out.
So you reluctantly pull your hand away and you clear your throat before you tell her it's her turn to ask.
You see her straighten her back and she takes a sip from her wine before she looks at you.
"First kiss?" She asks and you have to take a weird gulp of air. You can't really remember any kisses except the one she gave you on the cheek before, so you only shrug. You remember your best kiss, but not the first one.
"Come on, think!" She says when you shrug and you narrow your eyes at the ceiling because you remembered it five minutes ago but then she touched your hand and made you forget everything that isn't about her.
Then you suddenly remember and you burst out laughing because holy shit, that kiss was bad.
Santana pokes your knee and begs for you to tell her.
"Okay, it was in fifth grade," you start and she widens her eyes.
"Slut," she whispers under her breath and you hit her arm.
"Shut up! I was cute, boys liked me!" You try to defend but Santana only huffs playfully.
"Okay, on with the story. So, it was in fifth grade and this boy was crushing on me. I was really tall for my age and like 4 feet taller than him. So it was a really awkward angle and it was horrible. He pretty much swallowed me with his tongue and I almost puked afterwards." You scrunch your nose up because you still remember how it felt.
Santana giggles beside you and shakes her head. You look at her and she bites her lip again.
"Maybe someone who's good at kissing should kiss you now to make you forget about those awful, awful memories?" She says and you feel your face grow hot.
"Santana," you whine because she shouldn't say stuff like that and she shouldn't ask you if you want to kiss her. Because you will, if she keeps going.
"What? I was thinking about Bear Ted over there."
She points to your teddy bear in the corner of your living room and you feel your breathing get back to normal. You wouldn't be able to deal with her asking to kiss you, and you saying no. You got that bear when you were like two and you've kept it ever since. It's your favorite bear. That reminds you that you should put him in your bed; he shouldn't sleep out here in the living room all by himself.
Santana looks at you and raises an eyebrow.
"But, I mean, if you want to I could kiss you too. Just to make you forget about that shawty."
You hit her in the arm and she only giggles. You taste your wine again and it really just tastes like red wine with water.
You feel Santana shuffle closer to you on the couch and you stop drinking and you look at her.
"What are you doing?" You ask and she shrugs.
Seconds later you feel her lips on your cheek and you take a deep intake of air before closing your eyes. Santana pulls away after only a peck and it's somehow too short.
"Thought you needed something that would stop you from thinking about it, 'cause he sounded bad. Like really bad." You only look at her and you smirk when she ducks her head.
You had already stopped thinking about him but if Santana wants to kiss your cheek, maybe that's okay.
Suddenly you think of something and right in this moment it's a fantastic plan.
"We should make rules!" You say a little too loud and Santana jumps and she almost swats her wine glass over your couch but she saves it, last second.
"Jesus Britt," she says under her breath and you only bite your lip before continuing with your plan.
"No kissing, only hugging" you say and she whips her head towards you. "On special occasions we can kiss each other's cheeks, but nothing else. And if we break the rules we have to be punished."
Santana quirks an eyebrow, amused.
"Is the punishment a sexy punishment?" She asks and wiggles her eyebrows and you have to hit her arm because she's distracting you.
"No, Santana" you say and then you shrug because you don't know what kind of punishment you were thinking about. But if you're going to be able to control yourself around her you need rules. And you really need to control yourself around her because you really want to do stuff to her but you can't, for obvious reasons. And she needs rules too, because she's ruthless, just like your cat Tubbs. They'll do anything to get what they want. And you're not gonna give Santana what she wants.
Maybe you should introduce Santana to Tubbs. You're sure they would hit it off right away. They'll be best friends and it'd be so cute. Imagine Santana chillin on the couch with Lord Tubbington. You'd watch them together forever.
Something soft hits your head and when you open your eyes there's a pillow in your lap and a smug looking Santana in front of you.
"Were you thinking about sexy punishments? Because you were really spaced out and you were almost drooling." Santana grins at you and you tell your face to stop blushing but it doesn't seem to listen because your whole body feels hot.
You gain some control over the situation and poke Santana's knee.
"Actually, I was thinking that you should meet my cat. You'd be best friends in two minutes, I swear" you say and Santana almost looks shocked.
"I thought you were thinking about me and you in compromising positions, but you were thinking about your cat?" she looks completely terrified and you want to laugh, but you don't. And instead you raise your eyebrows at her and you ask her if it's a problem that sometimes you think about your cat.
She shakes her head and she sips her wine. After a while she turns her head towards you and she has that look that says that she's up to no good.
"I think about your pussy sometimes too."
And you hit her arm, hard.
Because, damn. This girl has no boundaries. Though you can't help but smile a little because her face is beat red and you can see that she didn't plan on saying that out loud.
"Sorry," she mumbles and you bite your lip to hide your smile. "So what were your rules, again?" she asks and you start counting on your fingers.
"Okay, first. No kissing. Only hugging. But on special occasions we can kiss on the cheek."
"So, what are special occasions exactly?" she asks and you shrug because you don't really know. "Is it a special occasion when I've been performing and you've listened and you maybe want to congratulate me? Because I don't think you've kissed my cheek for that yet."
And your cheeks grow hot again and your smile gets wider. Maybe it is a special occasion when she's been performing, and maybe you could kiss her cheek for that.
"Maybe," you say and she smiles and nods, but doesn't say anything else. You wonder if she's expecting a kiss right now or not.
You don't really care if she's waiting for your lips or not, you just go for it.
So you shuffle a little closer and when you hover by her cheek, she turns her head towards you with a quirked eyebrow and maybe she wasn't expecting this. Maybe she just wanted to tease you. But you don't care because you can smell her perfume right now and you breathe in her scent.
You slowly press your lips softly to her cheek. You feel her skin melt against your warm lips and you press a little harder against her. Your hand rest at her knee and you hear her whimper and you mentally fist pump the air, because you're good at kissing cheeks too.
You linger a little longer than necessary and when you pull away she still has her eyes closed.
"Hmpf" she says and you don't think it's a real word she's trying to formulate so you don't ask her to repeat it. Instead you drop your hands to your lap and suck your lips into your mouth, still feeling them tingle.
When she opens her eyes and you stare at her, she just smiles timidly.
"Um, yeah. Okay. Nice." She says and you're amused by her literature skills.
She's fiddling with her fingers for a while and though you stare at her, she won't look at you.
"Um, well okay, so that was a special occasion…" she says and you nod, still with your lips tucked into your mouth.
"Yep," you reply and she bobs her head.
Suddenly she looks to her clock and she tells you it's getting late and you pout but she only shakes her head.
"Don't pout, I really should get going if I want to get out of bed tomorrow" she says and you nod again.
"Okay," and you stand up because at least you're going to be a gentlewoman and follow her to the door.
When you get there and she takes her jacket, you close the distant and you poke her foot with your foot. Then you nudge her shoulder with yours and she giggles at you. You grin at her when she lets her arms go around your shoulders and your arms instantly fall around her waist.
When she pulls away she bobs your nose with her pointer finger and you keep smiling at her. She needs to go before you hug her again, so you reach behind her to open the door.
She says bye and even though you're only centimeters away from each other, she waves her hand and you wave back.
When she's out of your apartment and walking towards her own, you close the door and you lean against it. You let your eyelids fall shut and your lips pull up into a smile.
XxXx
You wake up the next morning because someone is banging on your door. You groan and flip to lie on your stomach and you burrow your nose into your pillow.
The banging continues and you throw the pillow at your bedroom door. The banging is not stopping.
After approximately three and a half minutes, you roll off the bed and stumble towards the front door.
As soon as you open the door, a blonde person with a shrill voice attacks you with her body. And you instantly know it's your best friend so you flung your arms around her shoulders and you laugh as you stumble backwards.
Quinn's squeezing the air out of your body and crushing your bones but you only hug her closer.
"Quuiiinn!" you say and you pull away to look at her face. You smile goofily at her because it's been way too long since you last saw each other.
"I've missed you so much!" she says. You hug her again.
When you've manage to get away from the hallway and into the living room, you sit down on the couch.
"So," Quinn starts and you instantly know what she's going to say. "How's Santana?" And damn, you should become a fortune teller because you're pretty sure you're psychic.
You roll your eyes at her. "Santana's good, just good," you say but she's more than good, she's actually pretty great. But you don't tell Quinn that. She likes teasing and you're not in the mood.
"Mhm, great" Quinn says and when you look at her she's smirking. "So, you want in her pants or what?"
You choke on your own saliva and stare wide-eyed at Quinn.
"Seriously!" you say but Quinn only smiles wider. "No!" you say to really prove your point. She shrugs one of her shoulders and you glare at her.
"Seems like you're pretty in to her, though"
And you look away from her because she's making your face hot, though it shouldn't get hot. You shake your head and you see Quinn shift from the corner of your eye. Suddenly she has an arm wrapped around your shoulder and she whispers in your ear.
"Just don't fall to deep."
You don't say anything since you don't know what to say. You slightly nod your head and then she stands up and you follow her with your eyes.
"Can I borrow some of your clothes? I've driven here with jeans and it's so uncomfortable." You bob you head up and down and tell Quinn to help herself.
She disappears inside your bedroom and you exhale slowly through your nose.
You're not falling for Santana. It's just that she's really sweet and there's nothing wrong with the way she looks…
It's hard not to think she's the most gorgeous girl ever and it's only natural for you, as a gay girl, to find her attractive. That doesn't mean that you're falling for her. Not at all.
There's a knock at your door again and you sigh, because how many people needs to get into your apartment this morning?
You push open the door but when you see Santana standing there, you find yourself smiling.
"Hey," you say and she tells you "hi". She says she needs to borrow some milk to her coffee so you let her in. You refrain from asking her why she didn't walk down the stairs to the store that is like, two feet away from your apartment building. You just follow her into the kitchen.
When you stand there and Santana is pouring herself a cup of milk that she can take back to her coffee, you hear footsteps coming closer to the kitchen.
Santana raises her head and looks wide-eyed at you as she listens to the increasing steps.
Suddenly a frizz of blonde hair appears in the door way and Quinn is standing there with only shorts and a bra.
"Britt, who are you talking t-"
She sees Santana and Santana looks Quinn up and down before moving her eyes back to your face.
"Oh," Quinn says and then she smiles bashfully. "Hi, I don't think we've met. I'm Quinn"
But Santana doesn't take her outstretch hand, neither does she tell Quinn her name.
Santana is only watching your face with an unreadable expression and Quinn's hand is faltering.
You suddenly become very aware of how this may look.
But before you can start to explain how Quinn is only your best friend, and she's only borrowing your clothes because she just drove all morning in jeans, Santana puts on a smile.
"Hey, I'm Santana. And I was just about to leave. So, good bye." She forgets her cup with the milk and she walks back out into the hallway and your door slams shut and she's gone.
And you just stand there and look at the milk. You feel kind of bad because now she won't get any milk to her coffee.
"Ouch," someone says beside you and for a second there you had forgotten she was there.
"Quinn, put a shirt on" you say to her sternly and she smirks.
"She was so jealous. Did you see how jealous she was?"
You did see that.
"Yeah, because she thinks we had sex with each other and she probably doesn't like that I have sex with other people but refuses to have sex with her," you respond.
"Wait – hold up. You refused to have sex with her?" Quinn looks at you incredulously and you shrug. "Britt, I'm not even gay and I would have sex with her".
And you laugh because you have always doubted Quinn's sexuality.
"But you know how I am, Quinn" you say more seriously and she visibly softens. "If I let her in, I'll fall, and she's not the type you want to fall in love with, trust me" you say and Quinn shuffles up beside you. She embraces you with a hug and you hug her back for a while before stepping back.
"Now put a shirt on," you say and she salutes you before walking back into your bedroom to change.
XxXx