The Next Day
"Okay, who was the 20th president?" I ask, trying to stump Brittany. It's not one of my questions, but she has gotten all those right. I've been looking up random presidents on my phone.
"James Garfield," she replies absent mindedly, flipping through a magazine .
"21st?"
"Chester Arthur," she answers again.
"Damn, genius much?"
"I hardly think memorizing a list constitutes being a genius, but hey, I'll take it." She closes the magazine and rolls over toward my side. "So, you finished yet?" She asks, craning her neck to look at my paper.
"Yes," I tilt it so she can look at it better. "Thank you for helping me." History is just another one of those classes I put off taking.
"Sure," she leans up and pecks my lips. It's just a quick kiss, but it still makes my heart jump in my chest. Brittany lays her head down on my stomach and grabs one of my hands, threading our fingers together. She picks up my folder, where I keep all of my assignments and flips through it. "What class is this?" She asks a little intrigued.
I lean over a little and peek over her shoulder, "oh, that's uh- women's studies," I mumble.
She giggles.
"What?" I ask defensively.
"Oh nothing," she says through a laugh. I shrug it off and bring my hand forward to comb through her hair. "I'm gonna go get something to drink, you want anything?"
"No, I'm good," I answer, picking up another study guide for my history class. I have a test sometime next week.
Brittany come in the room a few minutes later.
"Uh, San?" she asks. "I ran into Rachel in the kitchen, I didn't even know she was here. Does she do that a lot? Just show up?"
"All the time," I sigh.
"Okay, well, she wanted to know if we would watch a movie with her."
A movie with Rachel is a musical.
Always.
It's not that I hate musicals, I actually don't mind them, I just hate watching them with Rachel. She just has to sing every line.
"Ask her what movie."
"Rachel what movie," Brittany yells through the door.
"Beauty and the Beas-"
"No!"
"Santana said no," she yells again.
Brittany looks back to me on the bed while waiting for Rachel to answer again.
"How about," I faintly hear from the living room, "The Lion Ki-"
"No. No musicals."
"Santana says no musicals."
I hear a loud groan and then a 'fine' before she comes stomping down the hall. The door swings open, "you pick then," she huffs.
"Why don't you let Brittany pick," I suggest. Rachel turns to Brittany and Brittany just shrugs, "just let me know when you decide," I say, looking over my paper again.
Five minutes later Brittany is back in my room, holding up a DVD box with a smirk on her face and jumps on my bed, her knees bumping into my thighs. It's a horror movie. Rachel hates horror movies.
"How did you get her to agree to watch that?" I ask in amazement.
"I can be very convincing," she trails a finger up my arm and across my chest before giving me a peck on the lips.
When we get out to the living room, Rachel is spread out on the couch.
"Uh-uh," I snap my fingers at her, "you get the chair."
"But why?" she whines.
"House rules," I shrug. She grumbles, but gets up off the couch and drags her cover behind her. "Leave the blanket too."
"Oh, come on," Rachel begs.
"I'll just go get your comforter," Brittany says and makes her way to my room.
Rachel sticks her tongue out at me and plops down on the recliner, while I brush past her to sit on the couch.
Brittany comes back into the living room carrying my comforter and a pillow in her arms. She plops down in the seat next to me, spreading the blanket over our bodies. I pull out my phone and do a quick search.
"14th President," I whisper to Brittany.
"Franklin Pierce," she answers.
"Damn."
"Come on now, we share the same last name. I could never forget Franky." She grabs my hand underneath the blanket and snuggles into my side.
At some point during the movie Quinn gets home and she comes to watch with us.
Brittany's hand somehow lands on my thigh, which is fine, but then she starts drawing patters across my skin. At first, her touch tickles, but then as she keeps going, I find myself anticipating her next touch, almost craving it. She starts pressing down firmer, massaging my legs and it feels so good that my eyes roll back into my head.
Then she starts going higher and higher, until her fingertips brush along the hem of my shorts. She fans her fingers out and I feel the warmth spread throughout my body, my tongue coming out to wet my lips as my heart in my chest starts to beat faster.
"Mercedes is coming later this week," Quinn announces.
"Oh?" I croak out, a little embarrassed by how hoarse my voice sounds. Brittany giggles from beside me.
Quinn keeps talking, but my mind goes blank when Brittany's hand moves just a little bit higher, brushing along the outside of my underwear. My body jerks a little in response and I don't think she meant to do that because she pulls her hand away pretty quickly.
For the rest of the movie, I have to endure Brittany's teasing touches, with my legs pinched together beneath the sheets.
/
When Monday rolls around, I find myself bored out of my mind.
I use to love Mondays because I could just sit at home and do nothing but ever since I met Brittany, things have changed. What makes it even worse is that I don't get to see Brittany today. That and I have the whole day, the whole day, by myself.
I guess I could start that essay question for history class that is on my test tomorrow,(My history teacher is pretty awesome and gives us all the essay question options before the actual test, so we know what to expect) but it's for history class and I would really rather do anything else.
With graduation right around the corner, I've been trying to think about what it is that I want to do for the rest of my life. No pressure though. It seems so impossible to decide. Nothing feels right. I can't really see myself doing anything for a career.
I've had jobs before, but they were just random things. The last job I had was at a shoe store.
Which is money, don't get me wrong, but it's not exactly the thing I had in mind when I moved to the city. I was thinking I would get a cool job at like a record store or something. Or maybe even a bar, but those jobs are hard to come by, so I got stuck at a shoe store.
I just want to do a little bit of everything.
I don't know. I love little kids, but I don't think I could be a teacher. I love music, but I don't really want to be a singer, plus it's still hard for me to even look at a state, let alone get on one and sing.
Maybe I could write? I have always loved writing, but I'm not really that creative.
"Ugh," I groan and stuff my face into my pillow.
Who is the wise ass that decided that you have to pick one thing and stick to it? I'm gonna have to have a word with them.
I need a distraction right now. I push up off my mattress and decide that I could clean the apartment. Quinn always gets on me for not cleaning, but I don't see the point in cleaning if we aren't going to have company aside from the usual people who could care less what the apartment looks like. I guess Rachel cares cause she is a neat freak like Quinn, but I don't care about Rachel.
I walk out into the kitchen, fully prepared to start cleaning. I open the cabinets to get those long yellow rubber gloves that Quinn bought but we never use. Then I realize that the place is already spotless. How am I ever supposed to clean when the place is already perfect?
I sigh and snap the glove off my hand and toss them back under the sink. That just killed all of my plans.
I take out my phone to check the time. It's about eleven in the morning. Great, I still have the whole day. Seriously, when did I get this boring? I can't even entertain myself?
I wonder what Rachel is doing today?- no, I did not just think that. I will not resort to hanging out with Berry.
I sit on the couch bouncing my feet up and down on the coffee table trying to think.
Then it's like a beacon of light shines down on me, I could go visit Brittany at work. She always comes to see me when she can, so I should totally go see her.
I get off the couch and run to my bedroom to throw in something other than sweats, not that Brittany would mind because she is probably wearing sweats too, but still.
I smile at myself in the mirror before I head out the door.
As I'm making my way down the streets to the gym Brittany works at, I take a moment to just look around at the city. I really love it here, something about all the people buzzing around (even though they are annoying as fuck) really draws me in. It's so full of opportunity and hidden adventures, I should really try and take part in all of this… someday.
I walk into the building and am greeted by the annoyingly happy woman at the service desk, "hi, welcome, what can I do for you today?"
I cringe and her friendliness, but smile despite myself, "uh- Brittany Pierce? Is she working right now?"
The woman smiles again and points down the hall, "second door on the right," she says.
I look into the room where Brittany is and at first I don't see her. I look around at all the people on their bikes, mostly middle aged women, but there are a few men in here too. I hear a voice coming from the front of the room.
"Alright, just 10 more minutes, you can do it!" My eyes are drawn to her, like a magnet. I know my jaw is hitting the floor and I can practically feel the drool dripping out of my mouth.
There is Brittany, perched on top of her bike with a sports bra and shorts that are dangerously low. Her skin is glistening and I can see every muscle in her body when she moves. The air is becoming thick and I almost can't breathe. I should probably go outside in the hall and wait for her class to be over, but I can't look away.
She sits up a little on her bike and brings a towel to wipe her face. She drops the towel and brings both arms up to re-adjust her pony tail.
I swear I let out a whimper at the sight.
Why have I never come to visit Brittany at work before?
I must have been zoned out for a while because the next thing I know is that people are brushing past me to get out the door. Brittany still hasn't said anything to me, so I guess she hasn't realized I'm here yet. She is digging in her gym bag that is perched up on a stool.
I quickly and quietly sneak up behind her. I set my hands on Brittany's hip and lean in close to her ear, she jumps at the contact. "You know," I say lowly into her ear, "your body should come with a warning."
When she hears my voice her body relaxes into me. She turns around in my embrace. "Hey," she smiles down at me. "To what do I owe this pleasure?" She asks.
I shrug my shoulders. "Oh you know, I was just in the neighborhood." Brittany's eyes flicker from my eyes to my lips a couple of time like she wants to kiss me , but she's not sure if she can or not. "And I guess maybe I missed you a little too." I roll my eyes at my lame excuse.
"You missed me?" She says as her eyebrows shoot up. I suck my lips into my mouth and give her a nod. "Well, I don't have another class for 2 hours. Want to grab something to eat?" She asks taking my hand in hers and swinging it at her side.
"How bout we do something else instead," I smirk, tugging on her hand to pull her closer to me.
She doesn't have time to answer before my lips are attached to hers. I feel her whole body relax into the kiss as her hands find their place on my hips, pulling me back until she pushes her gym bag to the floor. I step in between her legs, grasping the sides of her face and kissing her harder.
A shaky breath escapes her lips. "What has gotten into you?" She basically moans, arching her neck back.
I don't answer right away. I just kiss across her jaw line and down the exposed slope of her neck, Brittany's hands digging into the skin at my hips. It kinda hurts, but right now, I kinda like it.
I don't know what it is about Brittany that makes me feel so bold. I do things that I normally would never even think of doing with anyone else, with her.
She is just so intoxicating.
My lips travel down the slope of her long neck again. Then I move over to the other side, kissing until I find Brittany's pulse point and I lightly suck on the soft flesh. She squirms a little, but doesn't make an effort to stop me.
I move back up her neck, kissing until I reach her ear. I pull the lobe into my mouth. Brittany turns her head to give me better access. I kiss down her jaw and across her chin, before moving up to hover over her luscious lips, but I don't kiss her yet.
I hover so dangerously close to her mouth. So close I can almost feel her desire. I can definitely see it and feel it in the way her hot breath is masking over my face. Brittany moves forward just a hair, so I move back. Confusion sets in across her face, but then she sees the smirk on my face.
"Are you teasing me?" She asks with a glint in her eye and a little breathless.
I give her an exaggerated shrug of my shoulder. "Maybe," I coyly say back. Serves her right after the other night.
"Mmm," she says. We're still standing with our faces just millimeters apart. "Can I please kiss you now?" Her eyes dart between mine, trying to pull the answer out of me with their pleading look.
It's that look she gets that she knows I can't resist, I don't think I ever could. I nod my head bringing our mouths together hard, my tongue pushing past her lips and straight into the warmth of Brittany's mouth.
Since Brittany isn't really wearing that much clothing, I don't have anything to grab onto, instead I snake my arms around her back and pull her closer to me. She slips off the stool, which is perched against the wall. One of my thighs sneaks in between her own. Brittany takes in a sharp breath. I slow down the kissing until it's just a few soft pecks.
I pull back and look at Brittany. Her chest is heaving up and down and her cheeks are flushed. "Let's go eat?" I smirk.
Brittany leans her forehead against mine. "You are going to kill me" she sighs.
/
"Where the hell did you find this place," I ask stuffing another piece of bread into my mouth. "Brittany, I searched everywhere!" I exclaim.
Brittany laughs and shakes her head at me. "You better slow down on those. You're going to get a cramp."
I give her a glare, until I realize its Brittany that I'm glaring at, then my face softens. "See, here's something you may not know about the Snixx, she loves her breadsticks and she is a pro at eating them."
"Wanky," Brittany smiles.
I reach across the table and give her a high five. "Nice," I say, "but seriously, why the hell didn't I find this place during the great Breadstixx search of last summer?"
"Well, that would be because this place is only a few months old."
"Oh," I nod. "You come into my life and bring me something that is better than Breadstixx? Wait- wait- I didn't say that. Nothing is better than Breadtixx, but you get the point."
Brittany is stitched over laughing. "You are so weird," she manages to get out.
This is nice. Being around is just so easy, I honestly don't know what I am afraid of. Brittany is he most understanding and caring person I think I have ever known. Which is why now is the perfect time to ask her about Quinn's art show.
I have been meaning to ask her for a few days now, but every time I try to, I end up backing down because, well, I've never asked anyone out before. People usually came to me, so this is a new arena for me.
"Hey, uh- Britt?" Okay see now I'm all nervous and stuttering. I was fine not two minutes ago, having fun and joking around with her. I start wringing my hands together on the table. A few more bubbles of laughter escape her lips. She stops laughing when she realizes how nervous I am being. "So Quinn has this art thing-"
"Oh, yeah, Rachel told me about that. She asked me to go with her."
I am going to kill Rachel. Of course she would do that. Berry has always been ruining my life. My body deflates as I sit back in my chair. I fold my arms across my chest and start chewing on my lower lip.
"Why?"
I look up at Brittany. "Why what?" I ask, tying to play off the fact that I was going to ask her to go with me to Quinn's art show.
"What were you going to say?" Brittany asks curiously.
I wave my hand in front of my face, "it was nothing."
Dammit, what the hell?
It's Brittany's turn to sink back in her seat. Her shoulders drop ever so slightly and here face falls.
"Actually," I start, swallowing down my nerves. I have to do this. "I was going to ask you- if you- you know- maybe, would like to be my date?" I quickly look down at the table because I'm afraid to see her reaction. There is silence for a few moments. The anticipation is becoming too much too handle so I quickly add, "But if you would rather go with Rachel-"
"Are you kidding me?" Brittany laughs. Great, now she's laughing at me. I can feel my face burning. "Santana, I would much rather go with you," she smiles at me.
"Really?"
"Well duh, I mean- I can't make out with Rachel after," she shrugs her shoulders. I pick off a piece of bread and flick it at her.
/
Quinn's bouncing up and down on my bed like a little school girl. "So, you did it? You asked her?" She asks excitedly.
"For the hundredth time, yes." I say monotonously.
At first, I shared Quinn's excitement because I was so elated that I had enough courage to ask Brittany out on a date, but that was an hour ago and, don't get me wrong I'm still pretty excited about it, but Quinn is making it not fun anymore. "Is your love life that boring that you have to live it through me?" I ask.
"Well excuse me for being happy for my best friend," she says offended. She sits on the couch tapping her finger on the chair, a small smile playing at her lips. I give her a look from across the couch. "Are you gonna hold her hand?" She says in a mocking voice.
"Alright, Quinn, you know what?" I stand up from the couch. She gets up just as quick. "I'll give you three seconds Fabray!" I say and grab a pillow.
"Oh shit!" Quinn screams. She turns to run toward the kitchen, stumbling over the pillow that fell at her lap.
"One, three!" I take off after her.
"Santana, learn to count!" She yells. She is on the opposite side of the table. I start running toward her with the pillow still in my hands. We make it around the table a few times with Quinn screeching like a little girl and pulling out the chairs in front of me to slow me down.
"You are really not helping your case here Q," I say holding up the pillow in a threatening manner. Quinn runs over to the sink and grabs the hose and turns the water on. "Quinn. Don't." I say holding up my hand and the pillow to cover my hair. "You know what water does to my hair."
"Exactly, so just put the pillow down and we can forget this ever happened."
"Never!" I shout while running toward Quinn, the pillow still covering my face. As soon as I started running toward her, Quinn was shooting the water. "No," I cry out. I fall to my knees on the floor. "I'm melting." I say dramatically. "I'll get you Fabray, and your little art project too."
Quinn is in the corner of the kitchen laughing and I am still pretending to be a pile of goo when Rachel walks in, yes just walks in, our apartment. Curse the day we gave her a key.
"Oh, I see," she starts, "you guys are reenacting the Wizard of Oz without me?" She sets her purse down on the table and folds her arms across her chest.
"Yeah, well, we were gonna call you over, but we were just so excited. We couldn't wait," I shrug, getting up off the floor and raising the pillow and jerking it towards Quinn, she flinches away and I start cracking up again.
"Next time call me," Rachel whines, "I could be here in two minutes flat."
"How?" Rachel lives a good seven and a half minutes away. "You gonna fly here on your broom?"
"Yeah, the one I found in your closet," Rachel bites back.
I see Quinn walking over to the refrigerator out of the corner of my eye. She grabs something and turns back to me extending her hand out to me.
I give her a puzzled look. "Ice," she states. "You know- for your burn."
I sigh and roll my eyes at her. So, Rachel came up with one good come back. Big deal. "Why do you always take her side?"
"Someone has to," Quinn shrugs. Rachel smiles smugly at me. I give her a glare and she falters a bit. "Besides, you have Brittany on your side all the time now."
"It's true," Rachel adds, "I know you guys collaborated to get me to watch that horror movie, which by the way, gave me awful nightmares."
"Actually, that was all Brittany," I laugh.
"You are corrupting her!" Rachel yells, "she was so sweet when she first moved in."
"Maybe she just realized how annoying you are?"
"Am not!"
"Are too."
"Enough!" Quinn shouts over us. "Jesus, you two."
"She started it," we both say at the same time.
Suddenly I realize that Rachel still doesn't know about Brittany and I.
Great.
How am I supposed to have a date with Brittany in public and have Rachel lurking around and asking a bunch of questions?
"Uh- Quinn?" I ask from the floor. Quinn looks over to me. "Can I talk to you for a minute?" I nod my head in the direction of my room.
Quinn must see something along the lines of terrified written across my face because she doesn't argue or ask why, she just tells Rachel we will be right back.
I get into my room and shut the door behind me. I start wringing my hands in front of my body, trying to calm myself down.
"Alright out with it Lopez," Quinn says firmly after a few minutes of silence.
"Rachel doesn't- I mean- she still doesn't know. How do I- fuck-she going to be there," I start pacing the room. I bring a hand up to my face and pinch the bridge of my nose.
"Okay, calm down," Quinn says from across the room. "You're gonna make me throw up."
"How am I supposed to tell people about me and Brittany if I don't even know about me and Brittany?"
Quinn looks at me sympathetically for a moment. She purses her lips together then beings talking. "Look, Santana, you don't have to tell anybody anything until you're ready, okay? But you should know, that Rachel won't think any less of you and if you want, I can totally cover for you and Brittany if you decide to go make out in a closet or something," she smirks.
I let out a light laugh. This is why Quinn is my best friend, she always knows how to talk me down. "I just want to know what we are before other people start finding out. Is that so bad?"
"Absolutely not." Quinn comes over to give me a hug. After a moment she pulls back. "Can I tell you something though?" I nod a little. "You have to promise not to get mad cause I know you and well..."
"What is it?" I cut her off.
"You see, Rachel has two gay dads and, well, she claims to have a sixth sense thing and she kind of- well she- she already thinks you and Brittany have something going on."
"What?" I say and fall down onto my mattress. I put my hands over my face.
"I didn't say anything I swear!" Quinn quickly defends herself.
"I know," I sigh. Quinn would never do that. She respects me and, even though I may not exactly show it, I respect her too.
"But she won't say anything to you about it. You know how Rachel is, she'll want you to come to her and then act all proud and shit that you told her something so special."
I don't know why, maybe I'm just overwhelmed, but I feel tears build up behind my eyes.
"Hey," Quinn says "you're going to be alright."
I feel the first tear roll down my cheek. "No-I know, you guys are just awesome." Quinn takes a seat next to me on the bed and pats my leg.
(Sure, I was just arguing with Rachel about how annoying she is, but she really is a great friend and that is just how we work. She enjoys it too, I know because she told me before how it has helped her with some of her roles. I'm not exactly sure how, but whatever, I don't try to understand Rachel. It would only cause a head ache.)
I sit there for a moment and just think. I think about how much my life has changed in the past few months and how much happier I am now that I have accepted this part of myself. It's weird to think about how much one person can affect your life, not to mention how scary it is, but this is all good change.
So, in that moment I decide I'm not hiding anymore, well at least from Rachel, if she even counts.
I get up off the bed and go to the door. I open it and call for Rachel. Moments later she shows up at the door.
"You rang?" She says and flips her hair dramatically. Oh god, see sometimes she is just asking for it.
"Uh- sit down," I say. Rachel goes to sit on my bed next to Quinn and folds her hands neatly in her lap. "I- I have something to tell you." I get a little nervous, but then I remember its Rachel and I have never cared what she thought about me before, so why should this be any different? "Rachel, I'm gay."
"Wow," she says and brings her hand up to her chest, "Santana I had no ide-"
"Can it Berry, I know you knew, Quinn told me." Quinn gives Rachel a nervous smile. "But, you're my friend, and as much as it kills me to admit that, I just wanted to tell you face to face." I say more sincerely.
"I am honored-"
"But please don't say anything obnoxious to Brittany because we're not really a thing yet," I faintly hear Rachel say I knew it under her breath but I choose to ignore it.
"You have my word Santana," she promises.
I give her a smile in thanks.
Rachel gives Quinn a look and then they both stand up. They both come toward me with outstretched arms, and before I can move out of the way, I am wrapped up in a giant hug, my body smashed between Rachel and Quinn.
/
"Oh god," I moan. "That feels so good." I roll my head to the side. Okay, so now I know Brittany's hands are made of magic. Brittany shifts her position on top of me a little, her hands going lower. "Shit," I breathe out.
"You know, Santana, it would feel even better if you took your bra off," I turn my head a little to peek at her, she has a sly smile on her face. "Just a thought," she shrugs.
"You're so bad," I say, stuffing my face back into the pillow.
Brittany leans in close to my ear, "mmm," she hums, "but you like it."
I don't protest because, yeah, I do like it. I really like it when her hands are doing what they are doing right now. Brittany hits a particularly good spot that causes me to let out a loud moan.
"San, I think you have a bad back," she says from above me. "This is like the tenth massage I've given you in the past two days."
"Or maybe I just like getting massages from you," I counter.
Brittany rolls off my back and lays down beside me, folding her arms across her chest. "Oh, yeah, no I get it. You are using me for my hands."
I turn to lay on my side to face her and smile, "they are really amazing hands," I smirk.
Brittany puts on a frown and dramatically looks away from me. "Aww, Britt, I was only kidding," I coo. She still doesn't look at me though. I lean up on one of my elbows to rest my head in my hand. "Will a kiss make it better?" I smile. She just shrugs her shoulders, and puffs out her lower lip. "Two kisses?" I can see the corners of her lips twitch ever so slightly, but still no movement.
I decide to just see what will happen if I do decide to kiss her. I move so that I am straddling her waist, my face is hovering over hers. I can feel the change in her breathing. It's coming out in shorter bursts as I move closer. She is still looking away from me, trying to keep up her façade. I nudge my nose against the side of her face . I see her faulted a bit, but she just puffs her lower lip out more to compensate for her mistake.
I move forward and kiss her lower lip. Then I move to pepper kisses to the side of her face. Then to the other side, until, finally, she smiles.
"You play dirty," I sigh into a kiss.
She hums something I don't understand before adding, "but you started it," she says as her hands sneaks it way under my shirt, nails lightly scratching at my skin.
"Uh- Britt," I moan, already feeling transfixed by her touch. We continue to kiss for a few minutes when all of the sudden Brittany stops. "What?" I ask concerned.
"So," she starts pulling her lips into her mouth, "I was thinking- or talking to Rachel and well- she- I think she knows about us, but I didn't say anything I promise."
I just smile down at her for a moment, "wait, did you just stop making out with me to talk about Rachel?" I ask seriously, "because Berry will not cock block me- or whatever you call it with two girls."
"No- I- wait, you're not mad?" Her brows furrow together.
I sit up on the bed. Brittany follows me, "look, Britt. I know I said that I need time to sort everything out and that's true, but I'm not scared of people finding out. I mean, I was at first, but I have been working on accepting this part of myself for a really long time now, and I think I'm at the point where I have, so I don't really care about people finding out. I was with Quinn, and maybe my dad and sister and the rest of my family, but everyone else can just fuck off if they don't like it."
"Really?" Brittany asks, her eyebrows up by her hair line.
"Really," I state, "and I told Rachel that I'm gay. She just kind of guessed something was going on between us. So far everyone has kind of known I am a lesbian. Do I smell like a golf course?" I ask seriously. "I mean how did you know?"
"Uh- well I didn't really," she sits up, so now I am sitting in her lap. Brittany brings her hands up and snakes them about my waist, clasping them together at the small of my back. "but I would probably say it had something to do with you always checking me out when you thought I wasn't looking," she smirks.
I scoff, bringing my hand up to my chest, "I did no such thing." Brittany gives me a pointed look, indicating that she is calling my bullshit. "You're hot," I try to defend myself.
She rolls her eyes at my lame excuse. "I honestly don't know," she shrugs, "I guess it is just something about you, but I'm glad you have accepted yourself. I think that's the hardest part. I know it was for me."
"I thought you said you didn't care who you kissed or whatever."
"Well I didn't... eventually. It still freaked me out when I was attracted to some of my friends. I just got tired of feeling ashamed of something I shouldn't be ashamed about."
I remember having the same thoughts. It was kind of a back and forth for a while. Some days I would be fine with admitting to myself that I was attracted to women, but then other days, I just wanted it to stop. I just wanted to be like everyone else and even though the world we live in today says that it doesn't matter, we all know that, on some level, it does.
"But, what about me made me different than Quinn or Rachel?" I ask.
"Other than the fact that you're a lesbian?" She says, her face amused.
I slap her arm, "I'm bring serious," I giggle.
"Honestly?" She takes a deep breath, "well, I don't really know how to explain it. I felt drawn to you," she shrugs. "I know that sounds cliché, but I don't know. Maybe it's those deep brown eyes that drew me in," she leans up and captures my lips in hers, but then pulls away before it can deepen.
"But Quinn, she can seem pretty on the fence sometimes," I say while playing with a few strands of Brittany's hair, "and Rachel too. You know, Quinn and Rachel have some weird moments sometimes." Those two have the strangest relationship. I should do some undercover investigating.
"Quinn and Rachel?" Brittany asks, scrunching her face up.
"I don't know," I wave it off.
"Okay, well, Quinn is," she trails off, "interesting, and Rachel really isn't my type and you," she pulls me closer, running her hand up and down my spine, "are just," she stops talking.
"Just what?" I ask when she doesn't speak again.
"Wonderful," she breathes and pulls me into another kiss.
/
"Santana," I hear from out in the hallway. After our talk and, you know making out with Brittany again, I got really tired so we decided a nap was a good idea. "Oh, Santana," Quinn sing songs again.
I groan and roll over into Brittany. I bury my face in the crook of her neck. I can still hear Quinn calling for me in the hallway, but I just tune it out and struggle closer to Brittany.
"San, maybe you should see what she wants." She groans out, "then she'll leave us alone and we can go back to sleep."
Instead of getting up, I just shut my eyes again and reach down to grab the blanket to wrap around our bodies.
"No," I say groggily, "she'll go away."
Just then the door to my bedroom opens and in walks Quinn. "You guys sleep too much," she sighs as she plops down on the bed with us.
There is a long stretch of silence that falls over the three of us. I give Quinn an annoyed glare and I can see Brittany doing the same out of the corner of my eye. Quinn looks back at the two of us with a questioning look on her face, "what?" She asks as though it isn't obvious.
"Well hell, looks like the party is in here," a familiar voice says from the door way.
"Cedes!" I shout from the bed and jump up to give her a hug. I completely forgot she was going to be in town today. "What-why are you here?! I mean, I'm glad you are,"
"Calm down girl! God, what did you have like ten cups of coffee today or something?"
"Only four," I say waving her off.
"Only four," she scoffs. "You're going to end up with high blood pressure if you don't stop that."
"Why you gotta go after my coffee?" I fold my arms across my chest.
"You know," Quinn says from the bed. "Coffee makes her functional, so don't try to get her to kick the habit again. I'm still trying to recover from last time," she shutters.
My first year of college, way back when, Mercedes tried to get me to kick my caffeine habit. I used to live with Mercedes and Quinn, before Mercedes transferred to a different school and she needed a place that was closer. I made it about three days before I couldn't take it any longer and those three days were apparently hell for Quinn. It turns out that it actually does stabilize my mood.
That's something right? It makes me tolerable.
I need my coffee.
Need.
"And besides we don't want to put hat evil on poor, poor Brittany." She pats Brittany's leg who is now sitting up on the bed, looking like a lost puppy. Probably because our nap was so rudely interrupted by these two and she's still not awake yet.
Oh yeah... Brittany.
"Mercedes, this is- uh..." Shit. Do I call her my friend? I mean, we haven't really talked about this.
Quinn must sense my dilemma, cause she speaks up for me. "This is Brittany," she smiles draping an arm around Brittany's shoulders. Thank god for Quinn.
"I'm Mercedes," she walks over and goes to shake Brittany's hand. Brittany takes it in hers.
"Nice to meet you," she smiles politely at her.
Brittany's hair is still a little disheveled. It always is when she wakes up, but she still looks a little nervous.
"So, you are here because?" I go and take a seat next to Brittany.
"Oh, right, just getting the last of my things from storage."
I snake my arm around Brittany's back. It's hidden because she is still under the covers. I feel her ease up a little bit, but she is still kind of tense.
I give her a concerned look and nudge her with my shoulder. She smiles softly at me, but it's not a full smile. It's not a Brittany smile.
My hand finds its way under the hem of Brittany's shirt. I softly rub the base of her back. I get lost in the feel of her skin. It's always so soft and warm. I have no idea why that surprises me every time, but it does.
"Santana?" Mercedes asks.
My mind snaps back to the other people in the room.
"What?"
"I asked if you wanted to go to dinner tonight. All of us."
Quinn nods at me. "Uh- sure?"
Mercedes does a little bounce in the middle of the room. "Good, it's been too long. Brittany, you are more than welcome to come, if you want," she adds.
Brittany shifts uncomfortably next to me. "I- uh- I actually have something going on tonight, but thank you. Maybe some other time?"
That's weird.
Brittany was going to spend the evening here with me, maybe something came up? Maybe she got a text or something while we were sleeping and she just hasn't told me yet.
Quinn seems to notice something different about Brittany too because she is giving her a weird look. I lean over to Quinn while Mercedes is messing with something on my dresser. "Quinn, can you give us a few minutes?"
She gives me a slight nod.
"Oh my god Mercedes! I have to show you these new boots I bought the other day!" She exclaims while grabbing hold of Mercedes' hands and dragging her out of the bedroom. She closes the door behind her, but not before she throws me a wink.
"Britt?" I say softly. She sucks in her lips and turns her head away from me. "Hey, what's wrong?"
She squeezes her eyes shut and sighs before turning her head toward me. "I-," she starts but then stops. She takes another breath before trying to speak again. "You guys are like- you're all really good friends and I just feel," she seems frustrated that she can't find the right words. "Like I'm intruding sometimes," she finally says.
"Is that what that was?" I ask softly, rubbing circles on her back again. "Well, Quinn likes you," I poke her side, "and Rachel likes you," I poke her side again, "and I guess I kind of like you too," I nudge her with my shoulder.
The side of Brittany's mouth twitch a little bit. "Just kind of?" She says in a small voice.
"Yeah, sometimes you can be too awesome to handle, by other than that? You are just perfect," I boop her nose.
"Perfect huh?" She says. I just nod at her and smile.
"Plus, I could really use you there. They all like to pick on me, I could use someone who is on my side."
"What makes you think I would be on your side?" She giggles.
I playfully push her back. She falls dramatically to the mattress. "So you'll come?" I crawl over her and straddle her waist, pinning her arms above her head.
"So, I'll come," she rolls her eyes at me.
I lean down and give her a gentle kiss. Then I lean closer to her ear, "wanky," I husk out.
/
"So, how's life treatin you all?" Mercedes asks, "and sweet baby Jesus, how did you find this place?" She exclaims.
I laugh because not only is Mercedes my home girl, but she was also my Breadstixx buddy.
We have already gone through two baskets of breadsticks.
"I didn't," I say over a bite, "Britts did." I nudge my head in Brittany's direction.
"Praise," Mercedes waves her hand in the air and says, "You know Brittany, I knew there was a reason I liked you. It's like I could smell it on you."
"Okay," Quinn drawls out, "Mercedes that was weird." She glances at her sideways, "but not nearly as weird as that time when you thought everyone was a cupcake."
"See now, Quinn, we were trying to forget that happened."
Quinn and I start laughing. Brittany lets out a few giggles, but I think it's just out of politeness, otherwise she just looks confused.
"I actually heard about this place from a friend, but after Santana told me about her obsession with breadstixx, I had to bring her here," Brittany speaks up from beside me.
"Oh, I bet Santana loves you then," Mercedes says.
Brittany and I shift in our seats, "you have no idea," Quinn mumbles. Then quickly adds, "where is Rachel? Maybe she got lost?" She says while looking around. As if she actually heard Quinn's call, Rachel appears emerging from the bathroom.
"Did you fall in?" Mercedes asks.
Rachel sighs and plops down in the booth on the other side of Brittany.
Brittany shifts closer to me almost immediately. "Why are you wet?" She brushes off her arm.
"Well," Rachel begins, "you know how I was practicing for my audition for the Mermaid on ice?"
Brittany throws her head in her hands. "You guys seriously have no idea. Yesterday she draped a blue sheet over all the furniture and made me sing 'under the sea' with her."
"Anyway," Rachel sends Brittany a glare, "I was in the bathroom, you know, trying to find my inner mermaid-"
"Hold up," Mercedes chimes in, "did you do this to yourself?" She laughs.
Rachel looks down at the table, "I became her," she exclaims. "Ugh! You guys just don't appreciate true art," she sighs, folding her arms across her chest.
"Speaking of art," I speak. "Are you going to Quinn's showcase Saturday?" I ask Mercedes.
"I wish I could, but I gotta be back before the evening. Need to go to work," oh yeah, I forgot the rest of civilization has jobs.
"How's that going," Rachel speaks up.
Mercedes got a job as a local DJ where she lives. It isn't a big time gig or anything, but she is on really late at night, so they basically told her she could play anything she wanted.
"I thought I told you that Santana," Quinn says.
"Yeah," Brittany says from beside me. "She totally told you the other night. Remember? We were eating dinner and watching a movie."
Oh, see, that's why I don't remember. Because someone was teasing me underneath the blanket when her hand kept coming dangerously close to a certain area.
"Nope," I shrug. "Don't remember," then I give Brittany a pointed glare. After Quinn went to bed than night I basically pounced on Brittany. We still haven't had sex again, but we came awfully close the other night.
"Quinn, I'm so excited to see what you've been working on!" Rachel exclaims. "Is anybody important going to be there?" She asks.
"I don't know," Quinn sighs. "There are rumors, but I don't want to get my hopes up."
"Sugars dad is going to be there," Brittany says. I whip my head in her direction.
"Al Motta is going to be there?" Rachel asks with her jaw dropped.
"Guys?-" Quinn starts.
"The Al Motta?" Mercedes chimes in.
"Guys? Who the hell is Sugar and what's an Al Motta?" Quinn looks so confused.
Surely I have told her about Sugar. I must have.
"Sugar is one of my clients," Brittany tells her.
"Yeah," I say, "and her father has money coming out of his ass."
"So she's rich?" Quinn asks.
"Her father is rich," Mercedes corrects. "And rumor has it he goes around town buying up things for his daughter all the time."
"Yeah, she told me she knew you were going to be showcased and wanted to come out," Brittany informs her.
I wonder why Brittany didn't mention that to me before?
I shrug it off, it probably just never came up, or she didn't think it was important.
Brittany grabs hold of my hand under the table and shoots me a smile.
/
"Told you they like you," I smile into a kiss when we get back later that night. Brittany hums into my mouth, brushing her hands along my collar bone and out to my shoulders to remove my jacket. "It must be that special Brittany charm or something."
She just hums again and starts kissing down to my jaw line.
Why is she doing this again? It's getting harder and harder to control myself and if she doesn't stop-
"Britt!" I gasp as she pushes me back onto her mattress.
She crawls on top of me, her eyes darkened with desire. She quickly removes her own jacket and tosses it to the side of the bed. My hands come up and grasp her waists, my thumbs brushing across the soft flesh underneath her shirt.
Suddenly everything slows down and Brittany and I are just basking in each others company. Her eyes grow heavy as she sways a little on top of me.
"I'm tired," she says from above.
"I'm Santana," I smile back. She lightly slaps my shoulders and rolls over, nuzzling into my side during the process. "Goodnight Tired," I mumble into Brittany's hair, before my eyelids start to get heavy as well.
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