Chapter 7

You're standing in front of your mirror later in the afternoon. Quinn is paralyzed by your TV, The Mentalist is on and she's obsessed with that show. She finished watching all five season in less than a month. During that time she never answered when you called or texted. She even missed classes for that show, and Quinn Fabray never misses school. The whole season three is on now and of course she has to watch it, again.

You fix your hair and make a face at your reflection. You've decided that you should go visit Santana. She probably wants that milk anyway. She told you before that she needs coffee to survive the whole day without being a bitch and now she forgot her milk and she probably didn't drink any coffee and so you assume she's in a bad mood.

So the right thing to do is to go over to her apartment and give her the milk.

And maybe you could also tell her that Quinn is only your best friend. Maybe, if she asks.

You shuffle out of your apartment, not even bothering to tell Quinn you're leaving for a few minutes, and walk in your socks to Santana's door.

"Quinn's only my best friend," you say as soon as she opens the door and reveals herself in skinny jeans and a grey hoodie.

"Okay," she answers and you admire her body. She probably looks good in anything. And probably in nothing too... "So you didn't have sex with her?" She asks then and you stop imagining her naked.

"Definitely not" you assure her and she nods.

"Here's your milk by the way" you extend the cup out to her and she reluctantly takes it.

She bows her head and if it wasn't, like, impossible for Hispanic people to blush, you'd think that she was doing just that right now.

"I'm sorry for being rude to your friend. You're just- she... I don't know what came over me."

"It's okay, Santana" you say because it really is okay. She shouldn't be apologizing for what happened. "Maybe you can come over now and watch TV with us and you could get a fresh start with Quinn."

She bites her lip and shuffles her foot on the threshold between her apartment and the hallway.

You plead with your eyes and her face relaxes. She says okay and you squeal quietly while fist pumping the air.

She chuckles at you and you smile.

"I'll be over in a few minutes; I just need to change this hoodie." She says and you wonder why she would change that hoodie because it looks really comfortable and you're only going to watch TV.

"Okay, I'll leave the door open, so it's only to walk in when you're ready" you say instead and she gives you a small smile before you turn around and go back to your apartment.

XxXx

Ten minutes and forty-five seconds later, Santana walks into your living room.

"Hi" she says waving her fingers awkwardly from where she's standing by the door. Quinn instantly looks up from the TV and smirks at her. Quinn's a tease and you know that, so you close your eyes and take a deep breath in preparation for what's going to happen.

"Well, well, well, isn't Santana? The hot neighbor?" Quinn says and wiggles her eyebrows in your direction. You face-palm yourself while Quinn stands up and walks towards Santana.

"Um, hi" Santana says as Quinn stands right in front of her. Quinn looks at Santana for a while before looking back at me for a short second. I bite my lip and hope that Quinn cuts her interrogation short.

But I'm not a lucky person and God is not listening to my silent prayers.

"I must say… you're quite the looker, Santana." Quinn says and Santana only shifts awkwardly. "But unfortunately you're not as hot as I am, hence why Brittz here rather gets her mack on with me, than with you."

Oh my god.

Santana's eyes widen and she's staring right at Quinn. Her jaw clenches and she's piercing her gaze right through Quinn's head. If I was Quinn, I would be scared.

But Quinn's not scared. Just like Santana and Tubbington, she's ruthless.

"What?" says Santana and you burry your face in your hands.

"Yeah, she never told you?" Quinn asks surprised and you would stand up and devour Quinn to the ground and put her under a blanket until she shuts up, if it weren't for Santana's reaction.

You feel really bad, but you kind of enjoy how disappointed Santana looks.

"No," she says curtly and you can almost hear her gulp. "She said that you guys never… you know… did anything."

It's quiet for a few seconds and the tension is unbearable. But then Quinn suddenly breaks out into a large grin and pats Santana's shoulder. "Just kidding, girl. No offense, but I'd never have sex with you, Britt."

Quinn looks at you and you nod your head absentmindedly. The only thing you can focus on is the deep intake of air Santana takes, and how her shoulders drop in relief.

She looks at you and you smile timidly, as to apologize for Quinn's behavior. She smiles back, a little wider, and you relax.

"Okay!" Quinn clasps her hands together and bends down in front of the TV. "The Mentalist is over so we can watch a movie or something." She racks her eyes up and down your shelves under the TV. "Britt, you have good movies right?"

You see movement in the corner of your eye and you feel Santana getting closer.

"Yeah," you answer Quinn as Santana comes to stand next to the couch. You look up at her and pat the spot next to you on the sofa. She hesitates a little before sitting herself right next to you and you smile because her thigh and shoulder brushes yours when she sits down.

Then you realize Santana is wearing something that shouldn't even be allowed to be called a shirt. It covers her bra, barely. It makes it very easy for you to see the upper-side of her round and soft boobs and when you've looked down her shirt for eleven seconds, she nudges your elbow. You don't even flinch. You can't take your eyes away from her tits, it's like they're telling you not to look away. They're just there right in front of your eyes and you have to sit on your hands so they don't start to wander. They're twitching underneath your thighs while you drink up her tits with your hungry stare.

Your mind's buzzing and the backsides of your knees are tickling again. You feel yourself get warm and something is starting to pound inside your body. It's like a weight has been pressed against your lower abdomen and you feel a throbbing between your legs.

It doesn't really help that you're sitting so close to each other on the couch and that your thighs are touching. It just makes everything tingle. You want your hands on her body now and it takes three loud "Brittany"'s from Quinn to really pull you away.

"Huh?" You say and tear your eyes to Quinn.

She raises a perfectly shaped eyebrow at you and you see a smirk slowly forming on her face.

"If you could stop talking to Santana's boobs, we could pick out a movie now," she says and you feel your ears grow warm. You still want to look down Santana's shirt but you resist the urge and instead you chance a look at her face.

She flicks her eyes from Quinn, to you, down to her own boobs. She's fiddling with her hands in her lap and she's biting her bottom lip. You stare at her eyes until she looks at you. And when she does, the tiniest smirk is spreading across her lips.

But she quickly hides it and instead looks back at Quinn who is presenting movies for you to choose.

"I can't think straight, or lost and delirious?" Quinn asks you and then furrows her eye brows when she keeps going through your shelves with movies. "Britt, you only have lesbian movies," she whines but you know she secretly likes it. Maybe she doesn't know she likes it, yet. But you know that Quinn is more into the ladies than she might think. She just sends the most obvious vibes all the time.

"So? I'm a lesbian." You say questioningly and Santana only smirks at you. She nudges your shoulder and she opens her perfect mouth to speak.

"I think we should watch imagine me and you, that movie's awesome!" She says and you grin at her.

"Thank you, Santana! At least someone likes my movie stash..."

Quinn sighs and picks up the movie to put it in. She shuffles back to the sofa and sits down in the opposite corner.

XxXx

Santana has been stroking your leg for the past half an hour. She started right after Rachel and Luce got their mack on in the flower shop.

Quinn is sitting quietly in her corner but even if she was speaking, you wouldn't notice because Santana's fingers seem to be the only thing you can focus on.

Her smooth skin on your jeans and the way her fingers draw circles on your inner thigh. It takes your breath away. It makes your body tingle in the most delicious way. When her face turns to you and she pokes your cheek with her nose, you almost faint. You feel so light, yet so heavy. You're so hot, your neck feels clammy and you curl your toes when Santana's soft and warm lips press lightly against your ear. You almost let a moan slip out but you bite your lip before that can happen. She places one more kiss by your ear, but this time she lets her lips ghost the spot right behind your ear and it's so soft and hot and wet. Your eyelids fall shut and your thighs press together so tight that you think they'll fall off if you don't relax.

You turn your head and you tell her to stop.

Or you almost tell her stop, but instead you're met with chocolate brown eyes and you drown in them. The hand on your thigh is dangerously high and you place your hand on top of hers.

You push her hand away and you open your mouth and this time you really tell her to stop.

And she does, but not before she places one last hot kiss to your cheek.

"Just thought it was a special occasion, since they got together now," she whispers in your ear and you turn your head to the TV. The movie's almost over and Rachel is running between all those cars to get to Luce.

You smile because you love this movie. You also smile because Santana's smiling at you. And you love her smile. Her dimples are showing and her eyes are glowing.

"Was that okay?" she asks and you flicker your eyes back to the TV. The credits are rolling and music is playing. It felt okay, it felt more than okay. But is it really okay? Is it really okay to feel the way you feel when she touches you. Is it okay to keep letting her touch you when you're pretty sure you're feeling something for her. Like more than you should feel towards a neighbor, or a friend. A lot more than a friend.

But it felt right. So you smile at her.

"I guess so," you say and she ducks her head and she flutter her eyelashes and she's so cute you just want to kiss her cheek.

But there's not really a special moment right now so you don't kiss her.

Instead, you settle for just telling her what you think.

"You're cute," you say and she immediately stops smiling. You don't know why because that was supposed to be a compliment and you're supposed to get happy when someone says nice things about you. But Santana mostly just looks shocked, and a little offended.

"Brittany S. Pierce." She says sternly and you give her an innocent look as if to say that you didn't do anything. Whatever she's accusing you of.

"I am not cute!" she half yells and you look over her shoulder to see Quinn fast asleep. She always falls asleep while watching TV, except when she's watching the mentalist. Then she can stay awake for hours, even without energy drinks. You exhale and focus back on Santana's face. "I don't do cute. That's not what I am".

"Of course you're cute. Those dimples and those eyes. It's like, the definition of cute, Santana!" You say back and she only shakes her head, while muttering something under her breath.

"Not cute," she mumbles and you smile wider because the more she talks, the cuter she gets.

"Hmhmm". You lift your eyes from Santana to look over her shoulder again. Quinn stretches her arms up and lets out a long yawn. She looks around the room as if to remember where she is. Then she looks to you and suddenly there's a twinkle in her eyes and she smirks at you.

"The movie's already over?" she asks trying to act surprised. But she can't fool you; you know she's up to something. Her smirk only grows when you arch an eyebrow at her.

"You guys cold?" Quinn asks and Santana turns to you and she furrows her eyebrows. You only give her a short glance, shrugging your shoulders. "I mean, Santana's pretty much sitting on your lap. Just figured it's because you're cold."

And you quickly push Santana's legs off your lap and you stand up and Quinn raises her eyebrows while still sitting down on the couch. Santana fiddles with her hands in her lap and you kind of want to point out that she's being cute right now, but Quinn's eyes on you stops your words before they even leave your mouth.

"Tea, anyone?"

Lame, you tell yourself because nobody says 'tea, anyone?' except in really bad movies. Or when it's an awkward situation. And it's not awkward. It shouldn't be awkward.

You feel your cheeks burn and you don't understand why since nothing right now should make your cheeks burn. Santana's legs were draped over your lap, without you noticing. So? You're always very physically close with your friends. Quinn should know that, you two are very close. So then why is she staring at you right now like she knows this big secret about you?

You turn on your heel and walk into the kitchen.

You know that you just left Quinn and Santana alone in the living room together, which will be awkward for Santana, because Quinn's being her normal weird self.

But you don't care at the moment; you just start making that damn tea.

XxXx

When Santana excuses herself and walks towards the door to go home, blaming some work-related thing, you walk with her while leaving Quinn alone in the kitchen.

Santana places her hand on the handle, you step closer to her. She turns so that she's facing you and you give her a wide smile.

Santana only giggles at you and her dimples show.

You let your eyes fall to her lips, then lower, her neck, her collarbones. Then you suddenly feel your breath hitch in your throat when your eyes fall on her boobs again. You almost forgot how amazing they were. You don't even know what to do with yourself.

Her caramel flesh, it seems so soft, and they're so round, so full.

"Ahem," someone clears their throat and when you look up, Santana's playfully challenges you with her eyes.

You blush and you bite your lower lip.

"I really need to go, but I can come over later." Santana says quietly and you nod at her, happy that you'll see her again soon.

"Okay," you tell her and suddenly her lips form a very suggestive smile.

"Maybe I'll come topless."

And she presses the handle, turns around, and leaves before she can hear the gasp that leaves your mouth. That damn throbbing is back and it's taken over your whole body. Something in you just wants to run after her, slam her against the door, and take her right there and then.

But instead you listen to your mind and you go back to the kitchen and you punch Quinn hard in the arm.

"Ouch! What was that for?" She whines when you sit down on the counter.

"That," you start, pointing a finger in the air at her, "was for embarrassing me in front of Santana!"

"Oh please, don't tell me you didn't like it when she totally died in front of me when I said that we slept together" Quinn says back and you have to lower your finger, because okay, you did.

"Still, Quinn. Not okay." You pout to really make your point go through.

"I'm sorry, honey" Quinn coos and comes to stand next to you. "It's just so adorable to see you and her together. You're totally smitten. And, by the way, I can't wait to attend your wedding. And I'm sure your kids will be like super cute-", and by now you're hunting Quinn down in the living room, trying to make her stop talking.

XxXx

You hug Quinn until she has to push you away. You don't want her to go but you know she has to eventually. It's already Sunday night. She goes back to school tomorrow, and you only have one more day until you start working at 'Schuester's Restaurant'. That man has, like, no fantasy.

She kisses your cheek and she tells you to go get your girl. You slap her arm and tell her to go get her own girlfriend. She gasps playfully and then gives you another kiss to the cheek.

"Have fun at work on Tuesday!" she tells you and you tell her to have fun eye-sexing every girl in her classes.

She flicks you the finger before she climbs into her car and drives off, leaving you alone on the curb.

XxXx

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