A/N: As always thanks for the amazing reviews, favs, alterts,... you guys are the best :) I just wanted to let you know that I decided to make the chapters a little bit shorter than usual, but so I might be able to update weekly (no promises, but I'll give my best). I'm pissed at Glee, if Dianna won't be in the show anymore, too...ugh, I don't have words... I want the old cast back :((
And OH MY GOD! Congrats to Heather for Elijah. She's gonna be a great mom.
Aaaalso, this is (kinda!) dedicated to my favourite and most important person in the whole damn world because today it's her birthday. Yay, now we're both finally eighteen and can do all the baaaad things ;) So, this is for you. Happy Birthday, Anna. :)
Chapter 8:
No one's POV:
Brittany's footsteps were fast and heavy. She ran along the hallways of McKinley in a rush, afraid that maybe Puck or Quinn would come back. Since she saw the scared Latina in the showers she couldn't get the pictures out of her head. Santana looked so hurt and frightened it broke Brittany's heart. Sure, at first she was shocked when she saw the brunette - and when she walked away wasn't her brightest moment either - but it was mostly only because she was overwhelmed. It's not like she had ever seen a girl with a dick before, so it was understandable that she was a little freaked out at first. Brittany didn't want to think about Santana as the girl who has a penis, but as a person. In the end she liked the brunette for who she was, not what she had between her legs.
Brittany pushed the door to the locker room wide open and walked in. First thing she realized was how quiet it was. Quinn and Puck obviously left with Azimio, Rhona and Cassia, and since Rachel had talked to Brittany outside it was clear she wasn't here either. Brittany tried to make as less noices as possible for the really small possibility that Santana was still in the showers. She didn't want to scare the Latina with heavy footsteps so she might think it would be Puck again.
"Santana?", she asked, hesitation in her usually so angelic voice. The blonde waited for an answer, but it never came. Maybe the brunette was too ashamed or embarrassed to reply, so Brittany slowly walked towards the shower area and further to the last shower stall. The floor was wet from all the water, the heat and dust hung heavy in the air. Her feet felt more tired with every step she made, her breathing quickened, she was ready to see the other girl crying on the floor or something like that, but when she found the shower stall empty, no Latina in sight, Brittany bit on her lip confused.
Because her next realization was, Santana wasn't here anymore.
Santana's POV:
My feet hurt from all the running. My eyes hurt from all the crying. My head hurt from all the thinking. But most of all my heart hurt. The look in Brittany's eyes was just so... ugh. She's usually so easy for me to read, but when she stood barely a feet away from me in the showers and looked down at me with confusion and thousand unreadable emotions on her beautiful face, she seemed so closed off, I had no idea what was going on in her head. And then she left. The second she began to walk away was probably the worst thing. It was even worse than the thought of Quinn and Puck, her boyfriend - what? Did I really think she would leave him for me? - outing me in front of the whole school. I knew everyone would know when I would walk into school tomorrow. But it all didn't matter. What matters is that I was so naive to actually think Brittany would stay with me.
No one's POV:
Brittany didn't even bother to look to the left or right when she ran across the street. She had parked her motorcycle on the opposite side of Santana's house because a black audi stood right in the driveway. She hasn't seen this car before, maybe someone was visiting...
She had her helmet still in her right hand, with the left she started to knock on the door furiously. She probably looked a little crazy right now, but she couldn't care less.
After a few moments she heard feet shuffleing inside of the house and she took a step back. But when the door opened and a tall dark haired man stood in front of her, all thoughts left her mind.
"Uhhh... hi.", she said dumbfounded and the man stared at her with a mix of confusion and amusement.
"Hi.", he replied with a raised eyebrow, obviously waiting for Brittany to talk.
"Uh... I'm sorry, I'm looking for Santana... I'm Brittany.", the blonde said, extending a hand towards the man. A smirk crept its way on his face, and the way he smiled reminded Brittany of someone... Oh my god, was that Santana's dad? The blonde's eyes widened in realization and she gulped. The handsome man took her hand and shook it one time firmly.
"I'm Santana's father, but I have to tell you that she isn't here."
"She isn't?", Brittany asked surprised. Where was she?
"No, I've been waiting for her, but she didn't show up.", The Latina's father started. "Should I worry?", he asked after he saw the confusion on the blonde's face. Brittany snapped her gaze up and met his brown eyes.
"Uh...no, I think I know where she is.", She nodded, more to herself than him, but it seemed to convince him, at least a little bit.
"I should go now... Have a nice evening, Mr Lopez.", Brittany said, slowly starting to walk backwards, only waiting for him to say his good bye. He smiled at her friendly and nodded.
"You, too. It was nice meeting you."
"You too, Sir."
Mr Lopez looked after Brittany, until she was back on her bike and flying along the street. Even if the blonde's style, you know, her leather jacket, the dark jeans and boots, and oh-my-god-a-motorcycle, seemed to scream bad influence, Mr Lopez had to admit, the way Brittany looked when he said that his daughter wasn't here, was not only worried and confused, but there were so many other feelings involved he couldn't read. But there was obviously something going on between his little Tana and that Brittany-girl, and even if she was really nice when they spoke, he knew one thing.
Brittany was either the best or the worst for Santana.
Santana's POV:
With Dude in my arms I sat in one of the bushes in front of our house. I was still full on crying, and when I saw my mothers car driving into our driveway, the only way I saw was grabbing Dude and go. So now I was sitting in between leaves and insects with a whimpering dog in my arms, hoping my parents would just go in, so I could actually go. I had no idea why my mother was here, I really didn't want her here.
When I heard the door close I waited for another few seconds before I let Dude down and stumbled out of the bush. I brushed the leaves off of my clothes and carefully looked through the window, hoping my parents wouldn't see me. My father stood with his back towards me in the kitchen, talking with my mother. She sat down on one of the chairs next to the counter and nodded at the words my father said.
I heard something behind me and slowly turned around, just to find Dude sitting in front of my mother's car, his little paw scatching along the driver's door. My eyes widened and I ran to him to pick him up. My dad wouldn't let me keep him if he doesn't behave, so I needed to do everything so he would. I heard laughter through the window and rolled my eyes. I really didn't want to be here...
I walked along the road, without any idea where to go. I probably should apologize to Rachel for earlier, but I really didn't have the strength to face her after...
Dude was walking next to me, every now and then I almost fell over him, but we managed to walk without landing on our faces. Before I really knew where I was I found myself on the same place where Brittany and me found Dude...
Brittany...
My eyes watered again when I thought about her and suddenly I felt like crying again. I wanted to sit on the ground, curl into myself and cry, cry, cry. And probably move away or something like this. I knew I wouldn't get through tomorrow without a certain blonde. I couldn't let everyone laugh at me, stare at me, talk about me. Not without a hand holding mine. Until now I always thought Brittany was just a crush or something like that, but right in this moment I knew she was way more than that, but what exactly, I had no idea.
Suddenly I stumbled over something - thank god it wasn't Dude - probably a root or a branch, and when I landed on the ground, face first, I felt a sharp sting on my cheek. My glasses flew into the grass, one side shattered, and I sighed. Great... really fucking grea-
"Santana!"
No one's POV:
Brittany sat in the treehouse, waiting for the Latina to come. She had parked her bike in her garage and then she ran to this place. She had no idea why, but she knew Santana would come here. It was like something was fluttering inside of her, telling her to wait here, Santana would come. And however the puzzle pieces found each other, not even five minutes after she sat down on the matress inside of the treehouse, she heard something.
Slowly the blonde stood up and walked towards the ladder, ready to climb down when she saw Santana, stumbling over a piece of wood hidden in the leaves, and falling. Brittany's breath hitched and she jumped down. It wasn't higher than three metres, but she was always a little frightened to come down this way. Usually she would take the ladder, but she really needed to get to the Latina on the ground, so this was the fastest way.
When her feet hit the grass she was already running to the brown-eyed girl.
"Santana!", she said worried.
It was only then when she saw something else next to the other girl. Dude was sitting on his butt, his tongue hanging out of his mouth while he stared at Santana. Brittany knelt down in front of her, grabbing her arm to help her up, but Santana only looked at her with a scared and confused expression.
Santana's POV:
Why the hell was she here? Oh my god, did she bring Puck and Quinn to finish what they started? Panicked I looked to the left and right, and to be safe up into the treehouse, but there was no one. No one except Brittany, who was staring at me with worried beautiful blue eyes.
"Are you okay?", she asked and I nodded dumbly. I grabbed for my glasses, but sighed when I saw what happened to them. Brittany followed my gaze and cocked an eyebrow. "Was that your only one?" Again I nodded like an idiot. My mouth felt dry, I probably couldn't even manage to speak.
"We need to talk...", Brittany almost whispered and I clenched my jaw. If she wanted to tell me that she can't be seen with me anymore, that I was a freak, a mistake, she could do that in one swift motion, but no. She looked at me hopefully, and when she nodded towards the ladder I understood.
I bit on my lower lip, but after a few seconds thinking I nodded. Brittany stood back up and offered me her hand, which I took after a moment of hesitating. I walked next to Brittany to the big tree and behind her I made my way up. This time I tried to not stare at her ass. Tried. And failed miserably.
I gulped and closed my eyes, to breath in and out slowly. Dude barked one time and I looked down at him. He was running around the tree, trying to find a way up.
When I arrived on the top Brittany was already sitting on the matress, playing with her fingers, waiting for me. I slowly walked towards her, stopping barely a feet away. She looked up at me and pointed next to her. A sign for me to sit down, do I did. Suddenly it all felt awkward, that kind of awkwardness we never felt with each other. The uncomfortable kind of awkwardness.
"Listen, if you just want to say that we can't do this anymore, then just do it, I can't-"
"No!", Brittany interrupted my speech and I looked at her startled. Did she just say no?
"What?", I asked confused. If she wasn't here for that, then why was she here? She turned her upper body towards me, urging me to do the same. We looked at each other with blank expressions on our faces, waiting for the other to talk. Brittany exhaled, her mouth in a slight o-shape, and suddenly all I could focus on were those pink, perfect lips. Now that I knew how they felt, how they tasted, how they could move against my own, they were all I was able to think about. I snapped out of my gaze when Brittany started to speak.
"I would never tell you something like that, Santana."
The way the three syllables of my name rolled from her tongue (and oh god, this tongue...) made me shiver in inappropriate places and I looked her back in the eyes.
"I don't understand...", I said, my voice barely audible. Brittany moistened her lips and moved a little closer, and when she took my hands in hers my heart started racing in a rapid pace. She opened her mouth to say something, but stopped herself. After she seemed to collect her thoughts, she quickly brought my hands up to her mouth, kissing each knuckle gently. My eyes widened and I felt like falling again. Remember? - Good kind of falling.
"I would never...ever tell you that I can't see you anymore.", the blonde started, but I didn't reply, because she looked like she wasn't done. "I can't stay away from you, Santana. I just can't, okay? I have no idea what it means for us, but I know that you're way too important to me. I can't let you go. I won't ever let you go, you hear? You make me see everything so much brighter, you make me feel like I could be worth your time. You make me want to be worth your time. You make me want to try. Everything Puck and Quinn said and will say doesn't matter for me. What happened in the locker room doesn't change the fact that I... that I feel something for you. Please don't ask me what it is, because I have no idea. You just... you make me feel all these things I didn't think were possible, and now... now I... I feel like I said way too much...", Brittany chuckle-rambled and blushed.
I looked at her surprised. Did she really just say all these wonderful things? Was I dreaming? Or at least imagining this? I closed my eyes, but when I opened them again Brittany was still sitting in front of me, waiting for my answer.
I couldn't get my eyes off of her, it was like she was something I needed as much as I needed the air I was breathing. My hands were shaking lightly, but Brittany didn't let go of them, she caressed the back of my hands with her thumbs, smiling at me encouragingly. I took a deep breath to calm myself down.
"I... I don't know what to say...", I admitted, and when I saw Brittany's still flushed face I just had to chuckle.
"How about... you like me, too...?", the blonde said barely audible, a new blush covering her beautiful face. Maybe it was because of Brittany's weird behaviour, maybe it was because I was just totally weird, but I smiled at her and nodded.
"I like you, too, Brittany. I do. But it's so hard. So, so hard to be me. And I don't think that you want to be seen with me. Not after today.", I whispered. I felt new tears in my eyes, but with all my strenght I managed to hold them back. I didn't want Brittany to see me like this. It was a wonder that she was even here.
"Santana... look at me.", she replied, squeezing my hands lovely. When I didn't bring my gaze up to hers, my eyes still focused on the treehouse floor, she let go of one of my hands and a second later I felt her fingers under my chin, tugging it up gently. "Please, look at me..."
Slowly I raised my gaze, locking brown orbs with blue. Brittany's lips formed a shy smile, and her eyes said so much more than words ever could. She moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue, my eyes following every movement.
"I don't care what other people will say.", she said.
"You do care what others will say and think. I mean, look... you're still with Puck. You wouldn't be if you wouldn't care, would you?"
"No, Santana, I... I'm with Puck because that was the only thing I wanted. I wanted to be better than Quinn, and being with Puck was the easiest way. But now I met you... and you... you just turned everything upside down."
Did she really mean all that? All that romantic stuff, all the sweet things she said? Did she really wanted to be with me? After all?
"So you... you don't care that I... that I have... uh...", I stammered and pointed awkwardly towards my lap.
"A penis?", Brittany smiled at me while finishing my unsaid thought. I blushed deeply, but nodded at her.
"No. I mean, it's not a big deal, but... it is a big deal... Ugh. You know what I mean... I like you, no matter if you have a vagina or a dick." I didn't know if it was possible, but I'm pretty sure I just blushed even harder.
"Could you... uh... maybe try to stop saying those... words... all the time?", I asked embarrassed and Brittany only chuckled.
"What words? Penis? Dick? Vagina?" The blonde looked at me jokingly and I was so glad that the mood was now way lighter than before. When I didn't answer Brittany's smile only widened and she slowly leaned towards me, to whisper in my ear.
"But I thought you're into Vagina?"
When I felt the tip of Brittany's tongue drawing small cirles at the shell of my ear I swear I saw a bunch of unicorns running around a fucking rainbow. Her hot breath covered all my senses, and her golden hair tickled the side of my face. I gulped, my breath turning heavy and uneven. Brittany lingered a small kiss right behind my ear. Only one. Sweet and tender. I don't know how or when it happened, but I slowly raised my hands to cup Brittany's cheeks, carefully pulling her head back, so she would look me in the eyes.
"Where were you all this time?", I wondered out loud, and when a small blush crept its way on the blonde's face I finally closed the gap. I knew we probably should talk further about us, or even my condition, but right now I wanted to show Brittany how good she made me feel. I couldn't hold myself back any longer, and my body, my mind, my whole being was craving for Brittany, so I gave in.
I remember the first time I felt those lips on my own, and it was incredible, magical. And now it felt even better. I didn't think it was possible to feel this way, during kissing, and towards Brittany. It was all just a blur. Everything was so damn good I couldn't tell the difference between imagination and reality.
Brittany was the first one who moved their lips. Slowly she took my larger bottom lip between hers, starting to suck on it gently. She put her arms around my neck to pull me closer and her sweet scent filled my nose. A soft moan escaped my lips and my hands traveled to Brittany's hips. It was an awkward angle, because we we're sitting next to each other, but somehow we made it work. We were kissing for a few minutes gently, just like this, and suddenly we were both smiling into the kiss, and when we started to chuckle we had to part, but our foreheads stayed connected.
"You know you're one of a kind, right?", Brittany asked with a cocky smile. Oh how right she was... but I guess she didn't mean it that way. I shook my head slowly and brought one hand back up to caress the soft skin of her cheek.
"You're so special to me.", I whispered. I knew I was blushing, but that was the last thing I cared for right now. Blue eyes were burning into mine, causing something inside of me to run, jump and bounce around. This fluttering feeling inside of my stomach and chest was almost unbearable, but at the same time it felt so good.
Brittany leaned forward to connect our lips one more time, and before I had the chance to react I felt her soft and wet tongue licking across my upper lip, asking for entrance, which I granted almost instantly. It was the same firework like the first time our tongues touched and started to dance around each other. Having Brittany that close was wonderful. She just smelled, tasted and felt so fucking good. I couldn't get enough of her, and when she shifted and threw a leg over my lap to straddle me, my hands on her hips only tightened their grip.
Brittany moved her tongue and lips in an expert way, I knew she kissed probably lots of times before, but I was sure that she was born as a natural talent. Every little thing she did, every small movement, made me shiver all over my body. Her hands were tangled in my dark locks, and every now and then I felt her finger nails lightly scratching along my scalp.
"Ugh, Britt.", I moaned involuntarily when the blonde grinded down into me after she bit on my lip playfully. Brittany chuckled and repeated her action, and all I was able to do was to break the kiss and let out a frustrated groan. If she wouldn't stop I would definitely get a boner, and that was probably a really bad time for this. She just found out about my dick, there was no need to strain my luck. I buried my face into the crook of her neck, inhaling her sweet and female scent.
"You're so hot, Santana.", Brittany whispered and grinded one final time down into me, before she leaned back to look at me.
"You're so hot. And so, so beautiful.", she continued, her fingers still playing with my hair. I blushed at her words. Brittany was the first person who ever told me that (beside my parents, of course.) and suddenly I felt like I couldn't handle all the feelings bubbling inside of my chest. I sighed heavily and Brittany brushed a dark brown curl out of my face with a smile on her lips. I didn't know what to say, it was like all the air just left my lungs. I gave Brittany's hips a gentle squeeze and leaned forward again, to linger one small, loving kiss to the blonde's forehead. "Thank you.", I whispered and nodded at her.
For a moment neither of us said anything. We were looking at each other with these strange expressions on our faces. Expressions no one ever gave me and I never gave anyone. With Brittany everything was so new. But it was a good new. A really good new. And with her I knew I would get through everything. Even the looks and the talks everyone was going to give me the second I'd walk into school.
Oh fuck...
I totally forgot about that... Now, when we were alone, everything seemed fine, but what would be tomorrow? Would Brittany still want to be with me? Would she hold my hand in the hallways? Okay, no, obviously not, she was still with Puck, but was she going to ignore me or what?
"Britt?", I asked, hesitation in my voice. The girl in front of me hummed as a reply and smiled shy.
"What about tomorrow?"
"What about tomorrow?"
She looked at me confused and I chuckled. That girl was just so adorable.
"What will happen tomorrow? Between us?", I said. Brittany seemed to think about it for a moment. She bit on her bottom lip and exhaled heavy.
"I'm not sure. I mean- ugh... I don't know what will happen tomorrow. Look, Santana... I'm not gonna let Quinn and Puck treat you like this. I'll talk to Puck, I promise you, they will be sorry for this." Brittany looked at me like she expected me to cry. Like I was some kind of glass that might shadder the second it will hit the floor. But I needed to be strong. For both of us. I couldn't let Quinn treat me like shit. I couldn't give her that triumph. I couldn't let her win. And with Brittany on my side, I knew, everything was possible.
"I don't want you to get hurt.", I told her, hoping she would just give in and let go of the thoughts of fighting fire with fire. I saw her fighting with Quinn and I saw her fighting with Sam. All the times it didn't end well for her, and everytime I didn't do anything. But that was over now. I couldn't let her get hurt because of me anymore. I was so done with this.
But all Brittany did was chuckling. She cocked her eyebrow and smiled sweetly. "Please, I'm gonna kick some ass." Her playfully tone was the only thing that calmed me down. I knew she would totally do that, but it was good to know that she wouldn't do it if I told her so. After only one week I had the same influence on her like she had on me, and let me say, it was incredible.
"No, you won't.", I said with a smile, but my tone was serious. Brittany looked like she tried to read me and after a minute of analyzing me she nodded. "I won't."
Brittany was still sitting in my lap, and when she shifted closer to close the gap again, my fucking phone started ringing. I groaned and closed my eyes. I really wanted to hit my head against a wall right now. Why? Why did that always happen in moments like this, huh? I rested my forehead against Brittany's shoulder, hoping the sound would just stop.
"Aren't you going to take this?", Brittany asked when I didn't move. I shook my head slowly, and when the phone finally went mute I leaned back. "It's just my dad. He's back and I think he's wondering where I am.", I replied, even if I wasn't sure why. I mean, I didn't tell Brittany about my dad being gone or something, so she probably didn't understand why he was back.
"Oh, okay. He's really lovely. A nice man.", the blonde said and I nodded at her. Yeah, everyone always said that my dad was really ni- wait. Did she just say that he's a lovely, nice man? How the hell would she know?
"What?", I asked confused, my eyes wide. Brittany laughed lightly and nodded.
"Yeah, I met him when I was looking for you. You weren't in the showers when I came back, so I went to your home, and your dad opened. He said you weren't there, we talked a little bit, then I came here, and now I finally found you."
The last four words probably meant way more to me than Brittany intended them to mean, but in the end they did. I finally found you. Was is weird that I felt like this towards Brittany? Like she was something I was looking for for so long, and now I finally found her?
I was about to forget everything else and kiss her when the same ringtone like a minute before started playing again. I hit my hand against my forehead, shaking my head lightly. Ugh... What the hell was so important right now? I knew I should probably take this, else my dad wouldn't leave me alone. I grabbed inside of my jeans pocket, fishing for my phone.
"What?", I snapped and Brittany looked at me amused.
"Tana-Baby? Where are you? Your father and me are so worried-" I blacked out the moment I heard my mothers voice on the other end. I ran away because I didn't want to be near her, so I definitely didn't want to hear her fucking voice, see her face, or talk to her in person.
"Tana?... Santana?"
I hung up and put my phone back in my pocket. Brittany looked at me confused, one eyebrow pulled up.
"Who was that?", she asked curious. "My mother.", I simply stated, hoping Brittany would just let go of it. I wasn't sure if I was ready to talk about my past, even if the beautiful blonde in front of me told me everything about hers. I knew I could trust her, and I did trust her, but there was still a part of me waiting for something bad to happen.
Brittany only nodded, without saying more. I was so thankful for that girl, sent from god.
"Come on, I'm gonna take you home.", she said and slowly stood up from my lap. She was right. My dad obviously was worried, else he wouldn't have my mother call me. Brittany extended her hand to me to help me stand up. I smiled at her and took it thankfully. I walked behind her towards the ladder, my hand still in hers, and for a moment I wondered what it would be like if she would hold my hand in school. I would be so happy and proud to call her mine, I probably would never let go of her hand. Ever.
"What are you thinking 'bout?", Brittany asked and pulled me out of my thoughts. We stood barely a foot away from the ladder, almost ready to climb down. I looked at her with an open mouth and in the end I decided to tell her the truth.
"You."
"What about me?"
"Just... you. And what it would feel like to hold your hand in front of the whole school."
Brittany tensed for a second, her grip on my hand tightened a little bit, but softened pretty fast. Mentally I froze. Did I say something wrong? Was that too much for now? Brittany turned completely back around to me, my hands in hers. She bit on her lower lip, avoiding eye contact.
"Look, I want that. I really do. But...", she murmured and all my hope went jumping out of the window.
"But you can't.", I finished for her, trying to get my hands out of hers, but she held on me tight, not letting go.
"No! I just... I need time to figure everything out, it's not easy..."
"Yeah, Brittany. I know it's not easy. And I also know that when I walk into school tomorrow the first thing that will happen will be a slushie-shower. And I'll probably get one every time I got over the last one. People will stare at me, laugh at me, and Quinn and Puck will take every chance to make my life a living hell. So yeah, I know it's not easy."
With that I pulled my hands out of hers, walked past her and made my way down the ladder. Yeah, I knew I was stubborn as hell (again) and it was probably really childish, but I needed to know if she was really in this or not. And the way it looked right now, rather not.
"San!", I heard her saying and turned around. She climbed down the ladder in an instant, running towards me. Dude was already jumping around us, too, happy we were back down. I had no chance to react, to say something, to move. Brittany was in front of me with three fast steps, throwing her arms around my neck and crashing our lips together. I gasped surprised into the kiss, but moved them along hers. Brittany pushed her tongue inside of my mouth and suddenly it was all teeth and tongue. My hands rested on her lower back, caressing her soft skin through her shirt. After a minute we had to part due to the lack of air and when I opened my eyes I found hers staring straight back at me.
"I'll do it. I'll break up with him.", Brittany panted, still out of breath. Was this really happening? Was she really about to break up with Puck, for me, a freak? I had no reply for this, I just leaned back into her and lingered one more kiss to her mouth.
When I leaned back I smiled at her and she smiled back at me. I think I wasn't able to form proper sentences right now, so I pecked her lips one final time.
"Come on.", Brittany said and slowly dragged me towards the path we came from the first time we were here. Dude was walking behind us, wiggling his tail in all directions, and with our fingers intertwined Brittany and me walked back to Lima in silence. She only let go of my hand when we were standing on my front porch. The lights inside of the house were out, maybe they were in the back yard.
"So... do you maybe need a lift to school tomorrow?", Brittany said with a wink and I blushed.
"Uh...that would be really nice.", I stammered, looking at the ground. I heard Brittany laugh and looked up at her. She made a step towards me, so our bodies were flushed together, with no space in between. She put her hands gently on my cheeks, looking me deep in the eyes.
"You're too cute.", she whispered and closed the gap. Our lips melted together and soon we were practically making out on my front porch. Her fingers were long tangled in my hair and with my hands on her hips I pulled her closer until our bodies were one. Her tongue was sliding along mine, and the urge to let the sounds bubbling up in my throat out grew bigger and bigger every second.
When I heard noices from inside I pulled back, too afraid that my dad would just walk in (or rather out) on us while kissing. Brittany said she met him and that he was really nice, but I knew that he could be really... protective of me.
"I'll see you tomorrow.", I whispered, slowly letting go of her hips. Brittany nodded at me and made a step back, too. She smiled at me lovely and I blushed when she didn't stop.
"Bye...", she whispered back and slowly turned around to walk away.
I watched her walking down the street to her home. She turned her head around a few times and everytime she saw me staring at her she blushed. I chuckled when she got out of sight and made my way to open the door, Dude by my side. So now I had to face my parents. Both of them. Together. And my father didn't even knew about Dude, but I wouldn't let him take him away from me. He was family now.
But that all wasn't that bad anymore. And even the thought of school tomorrow seemed less horrible.
Because I knew, with Brittany on my side I would get through anything.
A/N2: I've been thinking about giving Rachel a little fling, I know she's already with Finn in this story, but since Cory's death I can't bring myself to write him... So now I have no idea who it should be... Quinn is obviously out of the picture, but maybe I should give Puck a chance with her? Please help me...
Soo, hope you enjoyed, review :)
