"Okay, Brittany. Prepare for the meal of a lifetime," I rub my hands together as the waitress brings out a fresh stack of breadsticks. But not just any breadsticks.
The one.
The only.
Breadstixx breadsticks.
"I'm ready," she grabs her napkin and folds it across her lap.
We only have a couple of more days here in Lima and I wanted to make sure that I brought Brittany here. I think coming to Breadstixx should be on everyone's bucket list.
I watch as Brittany takes a breadstick into her hand and slowly brings it up to her lips. I find myself licking my own in sheer anticipation. She bites a little off the end, chewing it slowly, to savor the flavor is my guess, before she swallows. I lean forward in my waiting to hear what she thinks. Her eyes dart up to mine, looking as though she is trying to find he words to say.
"Holy shit," she breathes. "This is the most heavenly thing I have ever tasted. Well, besides you," she finishes with a wink.
I blush at her words, but relax in my seat knowing that I won't have to break up with Brittany if she said she didn't like the breadsticks.
I'm kidding, of course, though I would be lying if for a fleeting instant I wouldn't think of it.
"Good right?" I take a bite of my own and my mouth just explodes with gratefulness.
"Oh my god," she finishes her first one in nearly two bites. "Jesus, how could I have not known?"
"It's because you didn't know me," I say coyly. Brittany rolls her eyes at me and continues to devour the food in front of her. "My very first date was in this restaurant. If you could really even call it that."
"Oh yeah?"
"Mhm. His mom drove us up here and sat in the parking lot while we had dinner." That was really the only date I had ever been on until I went out with Brittany. I would go out to dinner with a guy, but there were always friends around.
"Aww," Brittany comments. "My first date was awful," Brittany takes a bite of her spaghetti and meat balls before continuing. "He took me to that one spot. You know the spot right? The spot?"
I nod because who doesn't know about the spot? And that's literally what we called it too. Seems us Lima folk aren't very creative with titles.
"Yeah, all he did was try to stick his tongue down my throat. Totally gross," she shivers." I think I went home and took like three showers. He just made me feel so gross."
I scoff at the prospect of anyone but me touching Brittany. I try not to show it as I take a drink of water.
Brittany and I finish our dinner before heading back to my house. There isn't anyone home when we get in though. My dad is back at work and Maya is either out with some friends or with her boyfriend. I don't really mind though. I could definitely use some alone time with Brittany. Always having someone to worry about is exhausting and, although the prospect of having sex with the possibility of getting caught is exciting to some, I would really rather my dad and sister not see that.
Brittany falls face first onto the couch and I follow her lead, laying directly on top of her, so my front is pressed up against her back. I find her hands underneath our bodies and we lay like that for a few moments until Brittany is telling me that her arms are going numb. I sit up and scoot to the end of the couch, opening my arms up for Brittany to join me. She does, coming to lay her head down on my chest.
I place a kiss to the top of her head before stretching to reach the remote that's on the side table. I flip through the different stations just waiting for something to catch my eye and it does. On the news is the man himself.
"Puckerman?" I ask in astonishment. "Huh," I laugh.
"Who's Puckerman?" Brittany mutters.
"Puck," I point to the TV where he is laying out the details for the weather for the rest of the week. "I went to high school with him."
"You know a famous person?" Brittany questions. "Don't let him forget where he came from," she tells me. "Fame gets to people."
"Puck was a lost cause before fame," I laugh again. "Nothing can save him."
Brittany lays quietly on my chest and after the thrill of seeing someone I know on TV wears off, I just decide to turn it off and lay with Brittany in my arms. My eyes are closed as I feel the steady rising and falling of her chest against my side. I am just about to doze off when I feel Brittany move on top of me.
Brittany moves up my body until her face is just an inch from my own. She smiles down at me, curling the tips of her fingers around my jaw and flattening her palm around me cheek. I turn my head to nibble at her palm, softly biting down on the flesh. Brittany giggles and I place a kiss where my teeth just were.
I lean up to capture her lips in mine, taking in in their softness. Our mouths work together, gently at first, but it fades as Brittany's tongue pushes past my lips. My whole body lights up as the taste of her consumes me. Hands start roaming as soft moans begin to fill the room, but Brittany pulls away all too quickly, resting her forehead against my chest.
"I don't want to get carried away," she breathes out as she lifts her head again.
"Yeah," I agree even though the prospect of getting caught right now doesn't seem to faze me. I'm sure my mind would change if it actually happened though.
/
"Where is she," I anxiously slam my hands against the steering wheel. "We said seven o clock. Did we not?" I turn to Brittany who is sitting in the passenger seat eating the doughnuts we took from my house.
"Yep. Seven," she answer as she licks her fingers to try and get the icing off.
"It's almost seven fifteen. I just want to get home," I cry, laying my head down on the wheel. "I'm so tired."
"I can drive if you want?" Brittany says softly as she scratches the small of my back.
"But you must be just as tired as I am," I turn to look at her. She doesn't look tired though. She hardly ever does in the morning.
"Not really," she answers. "Remember I had that long nap before the party last night."
It wasn't really a party. It was just my dad, Maya, her boyfriend and Brittany and I. We basically just sat around all night and watched the various countdowns to the New Year. Then at midnight we all gathered around outside to listen to the neighbors scream and shoot off some fireworks.
"It was a bad idea to leave today. Maybe I should just call Rachel and Quinn and tell them we can leave tomorrow."
"Quinn is probably already waiting for you on her front porch. Seriously baby, just let me drive for a couple hours. You can get some sleep in the back."
"Are you sure?" I look up to her.
"Yep," she answers, already unbuckling her seatbelt to swap places with me. I would really rather stay up here with her than share a seat with Quinn or Rachel. "I just need your iPod." Brittany still hasn't given up on her goal to listen to every Now CD.
I roll out of my seat and into the cold Ohio air when I finally see Rachel coming out of her front door.
"The queen has arrived," I say sarcastically as Brittany pops open the trunk for Rachel to throw her things into.
"Sorry," she says hastily. "I woke up late."
"Whatever," I mumble, too cold to argue with her right now. I quickly climb into the passenger seat and dig in my pocket to grab my iPod. Thankfully it kept our place.
Brittany was right about Quinn waiting for us to arrive on her front porch. If it were me, I would be watching from the window, but it's Quinn so...
"Hey guys," she pulls her coat tighter around her body as she climbs in the back seat.
"I brought a blanket," Rachel interjects as she twists around to pull one out, offering it to Quinn. Quinn accepts it with a grateful smile and they both curl up together in the back.
Brittany is bobbing her head to the music, so I twist my body to face the window and let the light from the sun warm me. It takes a few minutes, but eventually I find myself falling asleep.
A couple hours turns into five and as the day goes on, the harder it is to stay cooped up in this car. Especially when Rachel is singing along to all the songs.
"Okay guys," I say during a rare moment of quiet. "Who is in favor of stopping and finding a place to eat?" I look to my right and see Brittany eagerly raising her hand. Quinn also has her hand raised in the back, but Rachel is fast asleep. "Q, wake her up."
Quinn shakes Rachel's shoulder and she eventually awakes from her slumber.
"Food," Quinn groans to Rachel who in turn holds her stomach.
"Yes food," Rachel agrees. "I'm so hungry I could eat a cow." Everyone in the car looks at her with a weird expression. "It's a figure of speech guys."
"I heard Rachel wants to go to a steak house? Is that right Britt?"
"Mmm, steak," Brittany groans. Even Quinn groans and she doesn't even like steak that much.
It must be time for lunch.
We decide on a burger joint that was off the highway and thankfully they have salads because if they didn't, we would have to relocate.
"So, remember that play I auditioned for a while back?" Rachel says as she stuffs some crackers into her mouth. Brittany nods her head, but I shake mine. Rachel has auditioned for so many plays over the past couple of years, it's really hard to keep track of all of them. "Well opening day is this month and it would be great if all of you could come."
"Of course we will," Quinn assures Rachel.
I just continue to eat my burger. I really hate plays. Most of the time they are just boring and I never pay attention long enough to know what's happening in them.
"Santana?" Rachel addresses me. "Will you be there?"
Oh crap.
I look from Quinn and then to Brittany. All three are eagerly awaiting my answer.
"I guess," I mumble.
"Oh yay!" Rachel exclaims. "You guys get front row seats because you are such good friends with the star of the show."
When Rachel finally settles down about the play, it is Quinn's turn to share some news.
"So, Santana?"
"Hmm," I lift my head off the table long enough to look at Quinn.
"Remember that woman from the art show?"
"The creepy one with the really big smile?" I ask. How could I forget someone like that?
"She's not creepy," Quinn defends. "Anyway, she contacted me," Quinn squeals.
"Okay?" I question, my eyebrows squishing together as I wait for her to explain.
"She want me to make her a piece."
"She's gonna buy more of your work?" my brain finally catches up to the significance of what she is telling me.
"Well, yeah. If she likes it." Quinn looks so excited and she hardly ever does, so this must be big for her.
"Wow," Brittany and I gasp at the same time.
"She must've really liked your other project," Rachel chimes in.
"This is so crazy," Quinn dips her head in her hands. "And so much fucking pressure. She is like a really big deal in California. What if she doesn't like what I make?"
"Are you kidding me?" I almost choke on my burger. "Quinn, Brittany and I were speechless when we saw your last piece. It was incredible."
"Yeah, Brittany agrees. "It was beautiful."
"Even I was speechless," Rachel adds.
"See," I wave my hand toward Rachel. "If she was speechless, you know something was right about it."
/
As soon as I step foot into my bedroom, Brittany and I both fall onto my mattress. It feels so good to finally be back in a familiar bed. Even my old one isn't as good as this one. Brittany tucks her hands close to her body as she curls up on her side next to me. Being cooped up for ten hours really takes a lot out of a person.
Brittany smiles softly at me, taking the hand that was resting on my stomach in hers. She toys with the tips of my fingers as we silently lay in each other's company.
"See," she yawns. "I told you I could handle your family."
I turn my head to look at her. She has her eyes closed and her mouth slightly hanging open.
"Yeah," I breathe and her eyes crack open the tinniest bit, just enough to see a sliver of blue. "When do you go back to work?" I ask softly. Brittany groans in response, stretching her body out before coming to lay her head down on my chest.
"Monday."
"Hey, at least you still have a full week off," I tell her, running my fingers through her hair.
"Mmm," she mumbles.
Later that night, or I guess it technically would be morning, I wake up. I grab my phone off of the night stand to see the time. Brittany and I probably fell asleep around eight, meaning that I was bound to wake up before the morning.
Brittany is still fast asleep and I lazily roll over and toy with the hem of her shirt before lifting it up and running my hand across her stomach. Brittany starts to stir underneath my touch, so I lean over to give her a peck on the lips.
She mumbles something incoherent before wrapping her fingers around the back of my neck to pull me back to her. We lazily kiss for a few moments, still too tired to really focus much, but when Brittany's hips cant forward into mine, all my senses wake up. Brittany's breath catches in her throat and I can feel the way her chest rises and falls just a little faster now. I can feel her heart racing beneath my own as we kiss in total darkness. I reach around searching for Brittany's hand. When I find it, I lace our fingers together as Brittany arches her entire body into me. My other hand rests on her hip bone, softly squeezing the flesh before it travels up her side.
Brittany's mouth falls open, a shaky breath trembling from her lips as my hand palms her breast through the thin material of her shirt.
"San," she breathes out, grabbing a fist full of my shirt and tugging on it. I sit up to quickly whip it off my body and when I do, Brittany comes with me, sitting up so I am sitting in her lap.
My legs wrap around Brittany's waist to keep myself steady as she leans up to recapture my lips with hers. Her hands travel up and down my back, around myfront and just everywhere as they leave little tingles in their path. I can feel the excitement of her hands being somewhere else pooling in my underwear and I have to push myself down on her leg to relieve some of the pressure.
Brittany slips a hand into my pajama pants, pushing past my underwear and cups my center. I let out a sharp gasp, my head falling to her shoulder as she begins to move her fingers through my slick folds. It feels so good that I can't hold back the tiny moan as her fingers lightly toy with my clit causing the pleasure to shoot all the way through my body. My hands cup her cheeks, pushing our mouths together, harder than necessary as I try to take in the feeling between my legs.
"Britt," I whine when she keeps lightly flicking me, just enough to literally drive me crazy. She presses down harder, sliding her fingers down to my entrance and then back up. I let out another groan of frustration.
"You're so wet," she says hotly, her breath hitting the side of my face as I suck both of my lips into my mouth. Brittany's hand stops moving between my legs. She nudges my nose with hers before kissing me gently.
My heart is still beating wildly in my chest as my hand runs down her abs, scratching against the material of her shirt. I slide my hand further down her body, until it is hovering over the waistband of her pajama pants. Brittany lifts her body enough to slide the material over the curve of her ass and I lift mine so she can kick them off.
When I look down at her newly exposed flesh, the heartbeat between my legs increases. I carefully take off my pants too, and then I am back sitting in Brittany's lap with no barriers between our most intimate parts.
Brittany pulls me closer to her body, my sensitive center coming in contact with hers for the briefest of moments. A barely there touch that causes both of us to gasp at the contact. She kisses me hard, her tongue finding mine with ease and massaging it. I scoot back from her just enough so I can reach between our bodies, the need to touch her becoming overwhelming.
Hot air escapes her lips when my fingertips brush over her most sensitive area, hitting my mouth in shaky patterns. Brittany's hand returns to where it was working before, causing my body to jerk unexpectedly.
Brittany giggles, moving her fingers harder and faster against me. I do the same to her, wanting to match the rhythm she is setting, but my mind and body are not working together right now. Instead, I break the kiss.
"Wait, wait, wait," I pant out. Brittany slows down her movements but doesn't stop. I try and find the words I was going to say, but I can't think straight right now.
"What is it?" She asks innocently.
"I want," I try to get out again, but end up groaning in frustration when Brittany dips her fingers lower, putting the very tips inside of me.
"What do you want?" She husks into my ear, licking the shell before sucking the lobe into her mouth.
"Mmm," I hum into her shoulder. I can't help the way my hips roll forward, pushing her fingers deeper inside of me. Brittany begins pumping in and out of me, drawing a deep and satisfied sigh from within my chest.
My throat is getting dry from all the heavy breathing I am doing and I can feel the sweat starting to form between our bodies. Then my previous thoughts come back to me as I begging working my hand between Brittany's legs again. She bites down on the side of my neck pulling the flesh between her teeth. It causes me to wince in pain, but it's quickly forgotten as she hits a particular spot inside of me. It feels like I am going to explode with ecstasy.
"Together," I manage to choke out. I can feel my walls closing around Brittany's fingers. "Come with me," I say more clearly this time.
Brittany nods her head furiously as we both move faster into each other's hands and it doesn't take long for me to fall over the edge and Brittany just seconds later. I push my forehead against hers, as our bodies shake together and we gasp into each other's mouths.
Brittany falls back onto the mattress. I do the same, rolling off to the side and draping my arm across her torso. Both of our breathing is still heavy and I notice the clammy feeling of Brittany's skin as my arm lays against her.
I can't even begin to describe what that felt like. To have the best feeling in the world while simultaneously watching the best thing in the world happen was just-
"That was amazing," Brittany breathes and she begins pulling my arm until I lift my head up. She takes my lips in hers, kissing me so gently it makes my head spin. "You're amazing," her thumbs brush out against my cheeks.
I smile against her lips, those butterflies fluttering around in my stomach the way only Brittany can make them.
/
The rest of the break went by way too quickly. I guess that's what happens when you stay in bed all day and do nothing. When I woke up this morning, I had to tell myself that I would only be here for a couple of hours as motivation to move.
I made it though, and that's what's important.
My eyes dart across all the unfamiliar faces as I walk toward Bennington hall. It seems as though this happens every semester. Sure there are maybe one or two people I know, but other than that? I don't know anyone and since Brian and I aren't exactly speaking anymore, that pretty much leaves no one.
I would be lying if I said I didn't miss his friendship.
This is my first class of the day and despite fighting with myself to wake up, I actually made it here pretty early.
Twenty seven minutes, to be exact.
I find a bench away from everyone and take a seat, just happy to get out of the cold.
This is my last semester in school and I'm feeling really good about it and excited that I won't have to worry about homework all the time, but I also am scared to death.
People always say after high school, you need to be ready for the real world, but I'm thinking it's more after college. You know, when you have to get a big girl job and have all these responsibilities like paying bills and what not. Maybe even get a 401K.
I have three classes standing between me and my degree. I am just going to try and enjoy this last semester (as much as you can enjoy school) before shit gets real.
Brittany told me to call her today, said she had some news for me, so I pick up my phone and dial her number.
"I'm all alone," I whisper as students starts filling up the hallway.
"No you're not," she says and I swear I can hear the smile in her voice. "Where are you right now?" She sounds confused. "It's like a zoo in this place."
"Wait, you're here?" I say, a smile starting to form on my own face.
"Well," she starts. "I'm not really sure where I am right now."
"Describe what you see," I laugh.
"Um," she pauses, probably looking around at everything. "There is a huge building right in front of me."
"Oh, you're right outside where I am. I'll be down in a second." I swing my book bag over my shoulders and fly down the steps to find Brittany standing there.
"Hey," she smiles at me warmly.
"Hey," I give her a kiss on the lips. "What are you doing here?" I ask.
"Remember when I told you I have news?" She says nervously, grabbing my elbow and walks us toward a nearby bench. She sits down and folds her hands in her lap. I look at her curiously before joining her. She lets out a sigh, twisting her lips between her teeth before turning to me.
"You're making me nervous," I say through a giggle as I grab her hands. Brittany lets out a nervous laugh too, though her face remains neutral. "What's going on?" I ask carefully.
Brittany stares down at our hands, carefully toying with my fingers.
"I-" she starts before looking away and looking around the common area. She takes a deep breath and slowly turns her head back to me. "I want to give you something," she reaches into her coat pocket and pulls out an envelope, handing it to me. I reach for it, furrowing my eyebrows together. She pulls it back at the last moment though. "You can't open it until I leave," she swallows thickly. "Okay?"
"Okay," I draw out, cocking my head to the side.
"Okay," she repeats calmly, her face finally loosing up. "I'm gonna go now," she stands up and starts backing away, but my fingers are still threaded with hers.I pull her back to me, staring up in the process while I give her a curious look. "What?" She questions.
"You're acting weird," I smile.
"No, I'm not." Her lips quirk up at the sides. She leans down to peck my lips, but I don't let her pull away that quickly. I sneak my tongue into her mouth, which she clearly wasn't expecting because a surprised moan leaves her lips.
"Yes you are," I mumble against her mouth. "I love you," I whisper.
"Love you too," she winks and then walks away. Eventually she turns back around yelling at me to not forget to read whatever is in here.
As if I could.
I stand there for a few moments, watching Brittany disappear before I shake my head and start walking back to class.
I take a seat in the back row, like I usually do, and twirl the envelope around in my hands. Since I enjoyed psychology so much last semester I decided to take another one for my final elective credit. It's the same teacher, so it's going to be just as awesome. Not to mention, this class will focus more on human behavior.
It's in a lecture hall, so there are a lot of students, which is good because that means I don't have to do a presentation.
I jump a little when I feel someone slide into the seat next to me, successfully pulling me out of my thoughts. I look out of the corner of my eye and try my hardest to stifle my laughter. Brittany is sitting there with a notebook and a pair of glasses on.
"Um, babe?" I manage to get out. "I think you're in the wrong classroom." She turns her head to me, and this time I can't hold back the laugh. "Brittany," I grab hold of her arm as I lean forward laughing. Her eyes are magnified by the glasses that clearly aren't hers.
"What?" She asks innocently. "Is there something on my face?"
"You're just full of surprises today," I shake my head before I finally calm down.
"You didn't read the note yet did you?" She asks me.
"I was just about to," I tell her.
"Well," she points to it with her hand. "Go ahead."
I carefully tear open the envelope and pull out the piece of paper. I unfold it and don't find any written words on it. I look over to Brittany with furrowed brows. She laughs and takes it from my hands, and flips the paper over.
It just says surprise.
"I don't get it," I tell her.
"Surprise," she smiles brightly at me.
"You are in this class with me?" She shakes her head at me. "Transferred schools?" She shakes her head again. "Babe," I laugh again, just wanting to know the meaning behind this.
"You need to pay attention," Brittany scolds lightly. I look around the classroom and find that most of the seats are occupied and the teacher is setting up her things.
"But Brit-"
"Shh," she cuts me off, pointing to the instructor. I sink back in my chair, folding my arms across my chest. "Oh, wow," Brittany whispers. "I see why you like this class so much," she nudges my shoulder with hers. I roll my eyes at her as the instructor greets the class.
Yeah, she is incredibly good looking, but that has nothing to do why I love this class so much.
...well maybe a little.
"All right guys," the instructor speaks. "I know everyone has been waiting for this class all week." There are a few laughs around the room, even Brittany lets out a light chuckle. "Ladies, have you ever wanted to manipulate your boyfriend? Or girlfriend, I don't judge. This really works on anyone though."
Brittany turns to me, raising her eyebrows as if she is intrigued by the idea. We both sit and listen intently to what she is talking about, with me furiously taking down notes so I can remember all of it.
After the lecture is over, I grab my bag and Brittany and I head out into the hallway. I reach for her hand and lace out fingers together as we walk out of the building. I pull Brittany off to the side, away from the traffic of bustling students.
"So," I run my free hand across the lapel of Brittany's jacket as my other hand toys with her fingers. "You're sorta killing me here. What's the news?"
"I work here," she smiles proudly at me.
My eyebrows shoot up to my hairline.
"You work here?" I question.
"Well, unofficially," she responds. "A client of mine is the director of photography here. He said if I wanted I could shadow him for a few weeks with projects around campus," she finishes with an excited bounce.
"Shadow him? That better not be code for something," I narrow my eyes at her.
"I don't think you have to worry," she smiles. "He's like eighty," she waves it off.
"You get paid?"
"No, it's just for experience, and," she grabs my hand again. "I'll be on campus with you for a while. When is your lunch?"
"Uh- right now."
"Sweet," she pumps her fist in the air. "I've got," Brittany pulls out her phone to check the time. "An hour."
/
"I was thinking," I pick at the edge of my cheeseburger that turned out to be crappy. I don't know why I even try to eat the food here. I always convince myself that because it smells good, it will taste good. "About getting a job."
"A job?"
"Yeah, I figure I might as well start working again. Right?" Brittany nods her head as she takes another bite of her cheese fries.
"Have you thought about what you want to do after college anymore?" I chew my bottom lip and give a tiny shrug. "I just mean because you could start looking for something that will actually help you when you graduate."
"Yeah I know," I point my plastic fork at her. "I have, but you'll just laugh," I shake my head and look down at my lap.
"I won't laugh at you, babe."
I give her a skeptical look before I take a deep breath. "Well, I was thinking psychology. Or like, social work?"
"Why would I laugh at that?" She asks seriously.
"I don't know?" I cringe. It's so weird thinking of careers. "Does it seem like something I would be good at?" I lean in closer to the table to rest my elbows. "I mean can you see me looking all official? Wearing a skirt and nice shirt with my hair up in a bun and glasses?" I look down to my very professional looking jeans and hoodie and just can't imagine having to dress up for work every day.
"Oh, I can see it," Brittany stares above my head as if she can see the image floating around up there. "You have all that stuff, right? I mean, if we were to skip the rest of the day and just go home..." She lets herself trail off.
"You wanna," I say, my voice low. She looks like she's considering the idea, but then I shake my head. "Wait- no. Focus Britt," I laugh. "Tonight though," I point at her.
"I think you would be great at anything you do," she smiles at me.
"Ugh," I scoff. "You have to say that. You're my girlfriend."
"No," she reaches across the table to take my hand. "I'm saying that because I think it's true."
"You don't think people will cower in fear when they hear they have to come see Mrs. Lopez?"
"Nah," she shakes her head. "I think they will say 'hey Mark! I get to go see that super sexy and extremely helpful Mrs. Lopez'. Except, if they try anything with you, I will totally kick their asses,"
"I don't know," I sigh, dropping my head into my hands.
"I do," her voice is soft and gently as she pulls my hands away from my face. A small smile begins to form on my face. "And I think that we should start your psychological career by testing Rachel."
"Oh, that'll be fun," I rub my hands together. "I suggest shock therapy."
"Okay, no," Brittany lightly scolds. "Maybe a dog whistle though. She told me she could hear pitches as high as a dog," Brittany rolls her eyes.
"First goal. Making her my personal servant." Brittany laughs as she finishes the last of her fries. "We need to buy chocolate."
"Mmm," Brittany interjects. "Jelly Beans. She eats them all the time."
"All right jelly beans then." I look at the clock that is hanging on the wall behind Brittany. "I gotta get to class," I start gathering my things. "I'll see you later?"
Brittany pushes out of her chair, smoothing her hands down her jacket.
"I can walk you to class. Then you can point out where Lucas Hall is."
"Sure."
Brittany downs the rest of her water and we begin walking through the freezing cold again. I cannot wait until it gets warmer out. Sometimes I forget just how beautiful this campus is. Especially in the spring when all the leaves start growing back on the trees. It's nice to just sit out here and work on homework when the weather is nice.
"That's your building," I point Brittany in the right direction.
"Okay, so I need your help with something tonight," she says as we come to a stop, wringing her hands together. "If you're not busy," she adds quickly.
"I'm not," I grab one of her hands in mine, fanning out my fingers before they join together. "Do I get to know what this is about?" I smirk at her. "Or are you going to be all secretive again?"
"No," she says quickly. "I mean yes, but not till tonight."
"So you are going to be secretive," I nod my head. Figured as much.
"Kinda," she sucks her lips into her mouth.
I roll my eyes at her.
"I'll see you later," I call over my shoulder as I hastily walk toward my class.
/
"Rachel," I call from Brittany's bedroom. There is still a while before she gets home and I wanted to be here when she does. Plus, the whole Rachel mind game was too exciting too wait for.
"What do you want," she pokes her head in through the door. "And it better not have anything to do with-"
"I'm kinda hungry," I cut her off.
Rachel stares blankly at me from the doorway.
"And..." She draws out when I don't continue.
"You know that infamous sandwich you make?"
"The vegetarian one?" She perks up.
"Yes that one," I answer. "Could you make me one? I was thinking about going vegetarian."
"Really?" She laughs, crossing her arms across her chest and looks at me like she doesn't believe me. And she shouldn't the idea of me becoming a vegetarian is almost as outrageous as her not being one.
"Really. And I thought, why not have the best vegetarian sandwich maker in the universe make me a sandwich? Learn from the best," I shrug my shoulder.
"Oh my god," she clasps her hands together. "Okay, I'll be right back."
"Wait!" I stop her before she leaves. "Could you put some bologna on it?"
"But you just-"
"One step at a time," I tell her.
"Right," she snaps her fingers and then leaves.
I lean back on Brittany's bed, folding my arms behind my head. This is going to be easier than I thought. Brittany got a TV from her parents for Christmas, so I start flipping through the limited amount of channels there are before I give up. Nothing is on this time of day.
I lean over to where my purse is laying on the opposite side of the bed. I pull out the bag of jelly beans I picked up on my way over here and get a few out.
Rachel comes back into the room carrying a plate with her.
"Here you go," she hands he plate to me.
"Ugh," I look down to the jelly beans. "These are so gross," Rachel curiously looks into the palm of my hand and I can see it written on her face that she wants them.
"I love those," she almost squeals, but then quickly composes herself.
"Here," I hand them to her. Rachel pops all of them into her mouth at once and then chews them, loudly, not making any effort to move. "Are you gonna watch me eat?" I stop myself right before taking a bite.
"I wanna know if you like it."
I quickly take a bite and try not to make a face at the obscene amount of mustard on the sandwich.
"S' good," I manage to get out before thickly swallowing. It's actually not good at all. I think she put mustard on it and not the good mustard. Honey mustard. I hate anything that taste like honey, except for honey, which is ironic. "You know what would go perfect with this?" I ask her. Since she isn't leaving, I might as well use it to my benefit. "A soda."
Rachel mumbles something under her breath before getting up to get my soda. While she is gone I pull out some more jelly beans.
"Mmm," I hum when she returns, taking the soda from her hands and setting it on the nightstand. "Here," I extend my other hand. "Found some more."
Rachel takes them again, smiling to herself, only this time she doesn't pop them all into her mouth. She picks each one up separately, inspects it and then eats it.
"Why aren't you eating your sandwich," she frowns down at me.
"Because I can't with you sitting there," I tell her. It's better than me telling her I can't eat it because it tastes awful. That would soil my plans of making her my personal slave.
"Fine," she huffs getting up and walking toward the door. "Don't forget opening night is Thursday," she tells me.
"How could I? You remind me every ten minutes."
"Thursday," she points, exiting the room.
/
Brittany's laptop is open on her desk, so I decide to get up and look for some part time jobs. My very, very, very, very, last resort would be fast food. Very last resort. I just want to make a little extra money.
Brittany keeps insisting that she pay for our dates because I don't have a job. I'm not really a fan of that idea, sometimes I want to pay too. It's nice, don't get me wrong, but I always feel like such a mooch.
I search for about half an hour, finding a few places that sound bearable and print out the applications.
I sit there in the computer chair, twisting myself around when something catches my eye from across the room. I get up to investigate when there is a sound from the hallway, coming toward the room.
Feeling guilty for even thinking about snooping around Brittany's room, I quickly jump onto the bed and pick up my phone to make it look less suspicious. Not a second later, Brittany walks through the doorway.
"Hey," I crawl over to her on all fours, meeting her at the foot of the bed. I sit up on my knees, grabbing the flaps of her jacket and pull her into a kiss. "You look so beautiful today," I say as I pull her onto the mattress, crawling backwards and pulling her on top of me.
"Mmm," she hums as she tries to catch herself on the bed, but her arms buckle and our bodies crash together.
"Get rid of this," I begin pulling her jacket off and toss it to the floor.
"S-tana-" Brittany tries to speak.
"Hmm?" I hum as I try pulling up her shirt. Brittany's hands come to stop mine.
"What are you doing?" I start to work on the button of her pants as my legs come up and wrap around her waists to keep her close to me. I get the button popped open and start pulling them down.
"What's it look like," I nip at her bottom lip.
"Okay," Brittany says breathlessly when I attach my lips to her neck. "Slow down though," she laughs. She tries to push me down. I reluctantly pull away, my chest heaving up and down. "Remember that thing I needed help with?" I nod my head, sucking my lips into my mouth and trying to control my breathing. "I have to go to a banquet dinner tonight and I need you there with me," she toys with the collar of my shirt.
"Yeah?" I ask. "And when is that?"
"In like three hours," She admits. "And I still have to shower."
"Three hours?" I ask. "That's plenty of time," I begin kissing her again.
"Come with me?" She asks, a smile playing at her lips.
"I thought I was?" Wasn't that the point of her asking for my help tonight?
"In the shower, silly," she leans down to kiss my cheek.
"Oh," I breathe out. "Uh- yeah-," I choke on my words as the image of a naked and glistening wet Brittany plays through my mind.
I don't have anything to wear though as soon as that thought leaves my mind, I notice that Brittany has already headed out the door and into the bathroom.
I quickly grab my phone and ask Quinn to bring me something, then run off down the hall and into the bathroom.
Brittany is already half naked when I enter and I choke on my breath and watch with amazement as she slowly steps out of her pants and underwear in the same motion. I swallow thickly as I remove my own shirt. After Brittany turns the water on, she looks back to me and grabs hold of my hands that are trying to remove my jeans.
Brittany kisses down my neck and between the valley of my breasts before getting on her knees where she places a single kiss right above the top of my jeans. My body shivers as the air hits the wet trails her lips left behind.
Her hands replace mine as she pops open the button and begins pulling down the zipper painfully slow. The whole time she is starring right into my eyes and I can see the effect she has on me as my stomach muscles start to quiver the lower she gets. Brittany hooks her fingers in the top of my pants and begins tugging them down my legs.
"Sit up here," she says softly.
I hop up on the counter as Brittany pulls my pants the rest of the way off my legs. She smiles up at me and although she is also completely naked, I feel too exposed right now under her intense gaze.
Brittany eyes my body up and down, allowing her eyes to slowly look over every detail. My heart is pounding in my chest. Brittany places her palms on top of my thighs running them down their length until she stops at my knees parting them softly before stepping between my legs.
"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" She asks running her nose across my jawline. "And sexy," she breathes into my ear. "So sexy."
Her voice cause my body to shiver. I place my hands on her hipbones feeling her soft skin beneath my fingertips. She lays her head down on my shoulder, kissing my neck before she does so.
"We should probably get in," I speak after a few moments. "Before the water gets cold."
"I guess," Brittany sighs, but doesn't make an effort to move.
I hop off the counter, pushing her body out of the way with my own, leaving Brittany standing there. When I step into the shower, I look back at her and see her staring at me again.
"You gonna get in here?" I smirk at her.
Brittany shakes her head before sauntering over to the shower and stepping in with me. I grab both of her hands, pulling her until she is standing under the shower head. Water trickles down her face and into her mouth, causing some to sputter out.
"Oops," I laugh out bringing my hands up to cup her cheeks.
"You're so evil," Brittany says lowly. Brittany wraps her arms around my body leaning back too look at my face. "So were you snooping around my room when I got home?"
"What?" I scoff. "No."
"Mhm," she hums.
"I wasn't," I answer quickly.
Brittany narrows her eyes, but doesn't press the matter any further. Instead she just leans down to kiss me as the water cascades down on our bodies.
"Turn around," I mumble into Brittany's lips. She looks at me skeptically, but eventually she does.
I run my eyes down her body admiring the way the water makes her skin glisten.
I grab the shampoo from the ledge, placing some in the palm of my hand before applying it to Brittany's hair. I let my fingertips massage her scalp, letting her know when I am finished so she can rinse. I do the same with the conditioner, making sure to comb out all the knots with my fingers.
Unable to stop myself, I step forward, brushing Brittany's hair to the side. My lips find purchase on her wet skin, tasting the way the two mix together. Brittany arches her neck to the side, exposing more for me. My hands reach around to her front, squeezing her breast in my hands, kneading and rolling until I feel her nipples harden beneath my palms.
Brittany reaches out, extending her arm to stable herself against the shower wall. My breasts are pressed against her back as I fit myself to Brittany, molding our bodies together so that we are basically one. My hands travel down her abs, flattening themselves out as Brittany leans further back into me. My lips are still pressed to her shoulder when suddenly the water turns ice cold. I jolt forward into Brittany, causing her to lose her footing and we both slip down into the tub. Our bodies tangle together, but Brittany quickly sits up to turn off the faucet.
"Shit," she shivers as I tilt my head back in laughter. Brittany lets out a light laugh as well, until the two of us are grasping into each other unable to control ourselves.
When the laughter subsides and we realize that we are both still very naked and now freezing, we get out to grab a towel. There are only two towels in the bathroom though, one of which I assume is Rachel's, so Brittany opens her arms for me to step in with her. She wraps me up, making sure that I am all the way in with her. I tuck my hands into my chest and burrow myself as close as possible.
"We should plan that out better next time," I say, my teeth chattering.
"Yeah," Brittany agrees as a shiver racks through her body. She reaches behind me for something and when she does, a gust of chilled air hits my body. "Here," she wraps what I assume to be her robe around my body. "You wear this." Brittany places a kiss to my forehead as she adjust the towel around her own body before gathering up her clothes.
Brittany and I exit the bathroom giggling and hanging onto each other when a voice stops us in our tracks.
"You dirty dogs," I snap my head toward the living room while Brittany pushes me behind her body.
"What are you doing in my apartment?" She snaps as I try to free myself from her iron clasp.
"Whoa, whoa, tiger. Calm down," the voice is enough for me to recognize the person. "I'm a friend of Santana's and Santana," he addresses me, "this better be Brittany."
"I'm Brittany," she answers as she releases my arm. I look down at my arm and can see where her fingers wrapped around. "Oh baby, I'm sorry," she gingerly touches the spot as I come to stand beside her.
I smile up at her and let her know it's okay before turning back to Kurt who is now walking toward us.
"Wow," he gasps as he takes his eyes over Brittany's body, which it still only wrapped up in a towel. "I mean- look at you. Damn."
"Uh-," Brittany says uncomfortably as she curls into my side, trying to cover more of herself up.
"Kurt, keep it in your pants," I push his shoulder.
"What are you guys up to tonight?" He asks.
"Going to a dinner," I shrug. "We actually have to get ready," I turn to Brittany.
"What about after? I'm taking Rachel and Quinn to a gay bar," he says excitedly. "You two are more than welcome to join us." Kurt turns his body toward Brittany. "You're a dancer, right?" She nods her head. "Oh, yay! You can be my partner in crime tonight then. See you chicas later," he calls as he returns to whatever he was doing before.
"A gay bar?" Brittany questions as we are getting dressed. Apparently Quinn sent Kurt over to bring me an outfit, so that's actually why he was here.
"Yeah," I pull my dress over my head. "Should be interesting."
"Yeah rache-" Brittany stops speaking as she turns around to look at me.
"What?" I question when I notice Brittany staring at me. "Is this not appropriate?" I look down at the black dress that Kurt brought over with him. I mean, it's not what I usually where out because I am definitely certain that would be inappropriate, but this one is simple. Not skin tight. Not too short. It's what I wear when I have to look sophisticated.
"No- it's-" Brittany shakes her head, smiling to herself as she steps closer to me. "I love you," she pulls me into a kiss.
"You look amazing too," I say when she finally steps away.
/
"I lied to you," Brittany says quickly to me when we enter the cab.
"About what?"
"We're not going to a banquet," she slides her eyes over to me.
"Okay," I draw out. "Where are we going then?"
"Uh-," she says nervously. "It's a surprise."
I want to ask Brittany what this is about, but something tells me she has been thinking about this for a while now. So instead of asking any further questions, I lean back in my seat and watch the cars pass us by as the sun sets behind us.
I must fall asleep or something because when I open my eyes, there is no longer rows and rows of tall buildings and I can actually see the sky when I look out the window. I rub the sleep from my eyes before turning to Brittany with a confused look.
"Almost there," she assures me. "Here is good," Brittany tells the driver.
He stops and turns back to us.
"Thirty minutes?" He says in a thick accent.
"Thirty minutes," Brittany repeats as she steps out of the car. She holds out her hand to me and I slide out across the back seats. When I take a look at our surroundings, the breath catches in my throat. It looks absolutely beautiful out here. "Right up there is where we are going," Brittany point up to a ledge.
When we make it up the hill, I walk toward the edge and stare out into the valley below.
"This is so beautiful," I turn back to Brittany who is putting away her camera. She must have snapped some photos.
"Yeah," she breathes. "I just wanted to show it to you," she smiles at me. "Now get over here." Brittany has a blanket laid out on the floor and she is holding an extra one in her hands as she opens up her arms for me to sit in front of her, so I do. I nuzzle back into her embrace and she wraps us both in the blanket. "It's even prettier in the winter." She runs her fingers down my thighs. "When the air is crisp and clear."
I hum out an agreement, although I am still confused about all of this and why we are here.
"Being here reminds me of home," she tells me, and I squeeze her hands that are resting on top of my own. "When I first moved out here and I got homesick, I would always come here."
"How did you find it?" I ask softly.
"I was just driving around one night and I decided to stop here," she shrugs, "and I'm so glad I did. I use this spot for a lot of my photography. It's really incredible during the day too. I just wanted to show it to you because it's where I come when things get too overwhelming and I know you sometimes feel like that too. Everyone does. It can be like- our place."
The way those last two words leave Brittany's mouth, pulls something in my heart.
Our place.
It sounds so nice. Even if it is just a random spot on the earth.
"Stop being so perfect," I twist around to take Brittany's face in my hands, resting our foreheads together.
"I'll stop when you do," she breathes.
Finally! I had some stuff happen in my family, so the past couple of weeks have been a little rough. I apologize again for the long wait.
Also, I uploaded this on my phone, so if there are any weird mistakes, that's why.
:)