Part two...
After standing in the dark kitchen for a few moments, I finally catch my breath. I push off the counter, moving Brittany back with me. I look behind her to the kitchen table, smirking to myself as I remember her words from earlier.
I lean up to kiss Brittany's lips, hot and heavily as I tangle my fingers into her hair. Brittany's fingers dig into the skin on my back. She pushes me back against the counter, but then I break the kiss.
"What?" She looks down at me, her expression soft and confused.
"Table," I say shortly. Brittany doesn't have time to react as I start guiding her toward our new destination.
The alcohol is still coursing through my veins, giving me confidence I didn't know I possessed.
I smirk at her, before reaching up and pulling down the straps of her dress. Brittany rolls her head back as my lips find purchase on the silky skin of her shoulder. My fingertips squeeze her arms and Brittany's legs wrap around my waist, the heels of her feet pressing into the small of my back. Brittany groans when my lips reattach to hers. She bits my lower lips, grabbing my face and pulling me up on the table with her.
I oblige for the moment, crawling up there with her. Our tongues battle for a few more minutes before I pull away from Brittany, loving the way her cheeks look flushed and her breathing ragged.
I slide off of her, dragging my hands down her entire body slowly.
Brittany's dress is already bunched up around her waist so it doesn't take much effort for me to be able to reach underneath it. Brittany lets out a gasp when I quickly remove her panties. I run my hands the length of her thighs, gently massaging them. I look up and see that her abs are quivering and she has her face in her hands.
Brittany fists the material of her dress in her hands, balling in up and pulling it higher. I wrap my hands around the back of her calves to pull her closer to the edge of the table. She slides down with ease as I fall to my knees on the floor.
I kiss the juncture where Brittany's thigh meets her hip before kissing where she needs me the most. Brittany lets out an appreciative moan from her spot on the table. I lick through her folds, taking my time to taste and feel her. Brittany lets out tiny moans every time my tongue ventures somewhere new and it's the most beautiful sound my ears have ever heard.
I finally push my tongue inside of her, loving the way it tightens around me.
"God," she breathes out.
The sound of her voice makes my stomach flutter. Its raspy and sexy and I know it's all because of what I am doing to her.
I wait for the sound of Brittany's breathing to get shallower before I move up to suck on her clit.
"Shit," she cries as she bucks up into my mouth. I wrap my hands around the outsides of her thighs and press down against her stomach to keep her movements to a minimum, though it doesn't really work because Brittany is still thrashing around on the table.
Brittany is coming undone moments later, the heels of her feet pressing into my back as her legs tighten around my head. I keep going until she is begging me to stop and until her voice becomes so hoarse she can barely speak.
I kiss the inside of Brittany's thigh before she is grabbing me by the elbows and pulling me up to meet her mouth. Her tongue finds mine instantly and she groans at the taste of herself.
"Fuck that was amazing," she mumbles against my lips. "I love you so fucking much."
"I love you too."
Brittany keeps kissing me, long and hard. I don't even notice we started moving again, until I fall over the back of the couch and Brittany right behind me, her dress somehow gone from her body. She lands on top of me, our legs tangle together.
"You have awesome boobs," Brittany informs me as she takes them in her hands. She rolls her hands up and down and down and I can feel my nipples harden with her touch. Brittany kisses down my neck, stopping at my breast and closes her mouth around it.
My head rolls back against the arm of the couch as her tongue flicks across a nipple. Brittany pushes her thigh up into my center and my body tenses up, still sensitive from earlier.
"Sit up with me," she tells me. I push off the cushions, struggling for a moment before finding my balance. "Lift your leg for a second."
I do and Brittany slides one of her legs underneath mine. Brittany wraps her arms around my back and pulls me into her.
I gasp when I realize what she is doing.
Brittany's center comes in contact with mine, her clit brushing against mine. I look down at our connect bodies, admiring the way we fit perfectly together.
Brittany tilts my face up to meet hers and she looks me dead in the eye as she slowly starts to rock into me. I press our foreheads together, finding it hard to concentrate on kissing or anything else right now.
"You feel so good, baby," I manage to get out.
Brittany just hums in response, her movements becoming just a little faster. I can feel myself getting close again each time we come in contact with one another, but I want to make sure Brittany is there with me.
"Fuck," she bites down on my shoulder. "Faster," she chokes out.
"ohmygod" I moan when starts to quicken her pace against me. I can barely keep my breathing under control right now and I watch the strand of hair that falls up and down each time I breathe out.
Brittany is clinging tight to my body and it's all hot breaths and nails scratching until I hear that beautiful sound of Brittany coming again. The sound is enough for my mind to go blank and to send me over the edge as well.
As we both ride out our orgasms together, our movements become ragged and uncoordinated. Brittany sloppily kisses me until eventually we stop moving all together, save for our mouths against one another's. Brittany kisses me softly, gently laying me back down on the couch.
"Whoa," she breathes before pulling back to place a kiss over my heart.
"Whoa," I agree, taking a deep breath to fill my lungs with fresh air.
Brittany tucks her body close to mine, bringing her hands up to rest between our bodies. I wrap my arms around her to hug her close.
"I'm exhausted," she sighs.
"Really?" I ask her, but feel my eyes start to grow heavy. "You don't wanna go another round?" I poke Brittany in the sides. She groans, lifting her head up to rest her chin against my chest. The look on her face causes me to laugh. She looks so torn. "I'm kidding baby," I lean up to peck her lips before reaching for the blanket that ended up being smashed by us.
I unfold it and drape it over Brittany's body. She grabs the sides of it and brings it up to her chin.
Brittany falls asleep first, her light snoring filling the otherwise peaceful apartment.
/
Brittany was also the first one to wake up in the morning. I only know this because she had to peel herself away from my body. She made me coffee, like she usually does in the morning because she is always up before I am and I made her some breakfast.
It was a nice, relaxing morning.
I fell back asleep on the couch after we both changed into some clothes while Brittany worked on something with my computer.
She left a little later, saying she needed to run a few errands and I told her I would meet her at her apartment later, which is where I am headed right now. I think Quinn wanted to go see a movie or something tonight with everyone. That is if she doesn't cancel at the last minute like she usually does.
Everyone is super stressed out this semester, including Brittany, because it's their last and I guess they have a bunch of senior projects to complete. I feel like I am doing something wrong because I am the complete opposite of that. I mean, I still have projects and things to do for my classes, but nothing that is required to me to graduate.
"Hey Rachel," I sigh as I flop down on the couch with her after I let myself in.
"Santana," she greets back with an unamused voice, not looking away from the TV. "Waiting for Brittany?"
"No," I lie. "I came to see you," Rachel rolls her eyes and turns up the volume on the TV. "What are we watching?" I turn my attention to the front of the room.
"Nothing," Rachel flips off the TV and slams the remote down on the coffee table before folding her arms across her chest.
"Okay..." I look to Rachel with my eyebrows raised. "What crawled up your butt today?"
"Can I ask you something?"
Oh no.
"Um... " I look around for something to distract her. When I can't find anything, I just look to my wrist. "Oh, would you look at that? I gotta go." I start to get up from the couch.
"Please Santana," Rachel's voice make me falter.
She sounds so small.
Rachel almost never asks me anything, well she never asks me anything serious. I reluctantly sit back down, hoping that whatever this is about won't last long.
"Fine," I huff, turning my body toward her and slinging my legs onto the couch.
Rachel does the same thing and takes a breath to ready herself.
"Do you think I'm talented?"
My head shoots back because I have never known Rachel berry to question whether or not she is talented. I mean- she has an ego the size of this planet.
So, instead of an answer I just laugh, until I realize that she isn't laughing along with me.
"What- You're serious?" I ask her, maybe this isn't a joke.
"Yes, Santana, I am," she folds her arms across her chest. "Look, I only asked you because I know you are brutally honest with people and if you are just going to mock me-"
"Rachel stop," I shake the smile from my face. "You're annoying as hell," Rachel scoffs and begins to get up off the couch, but I reach for her arm and pull her back down. "I wasn't finished," she gives me a hard look, but doesn't move to get up again. "You're annoying as hell," I repeat, "and most of the time I want to rip your vocal cords out and I would rather listen to Lady Hummel go on and on about his weird obsession with all things Blaine, but not when you're performing," I say sincerely. "I can't believe I'm saying this," I mumble to myself. "You own the stage and I've never heard anybody sing the way that you do," I finish with a shrug of my shoulder.
In less than a blink of an eye Rachel is flying across the couch and crushing me in a hug.
I awkwardly pat her back before I begin pushing on her shoulder to get her away from me, shaking the Rachel from my body.
She looks down shyly at the floor, scooting back to her side of the couch.
"Broadway has been everything I have dreamed of my whole life," I nod my head because anyone who has ever known Rachel knows that. "I just thought I would have made it by now," she admits in a small voice. A quiet voice, which never happens with Rachel. "But instead I am stuck performing in some stingy theatre run by someone who may or may not be a drug dealer."
"You'll get there someday," and I'm actually surprised at how much I actually believe my own words.
Rachel gives me a half smile, "can I tell you something else?"
"Why not?" I through my hands up and relax against the arm of the couch.
"It's been like a dark fantasy of mine to do a duet with you."
"Really? Why?"
"Don't you think it's like the final step in solidifying our friendship? Rachel Berry, the girl who was slushied daily and Santana Lopez, the hottest cheerleader in school, together for one night only," she looks up toward the ceiling as she imagines it.
"No," I shake my head.
"Why not?" She puffs her lower lip out. "You could pick the song," she clasps her hands together.
"Where would we even do it?" I try to reason.
"Ah," she snaps at me. "I'm glad you asked," Rachel get up off the couch and begins walking toward the TV. "My dads," she says, her voice muffled while she messes with something on the ground, "got me this for Christmas."
"A karaoke machine?" I ask when she pulls the large machine in front of the TV. "Didn't you have one already?"
"More songs. More fun," she hops back over to the couch and pulls me up.
"Got any Winehouse on here?" I ask.
If I am gonna do this, it's going to be a good song.
Rachel scoffs at my question, "of course I do, but you need to broaden your horizons."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I pull my arm from her grip.
"Come on Santana," Rachel waves me off. "All you sang in high school was Amy Winehouse."
"And...?"
"And you need to song something else,"
"Whatever," I mumble and stand off to the side while Rachel scrolls through the list.
"Here we go," she finally picks a song. The music starts playing and my eyes roll so hard they almost fall out of my head.
"Oh yeah, Rachel, really expanding with this one," I say sarcastically.
"I said for you. Not me," she slaps my arm. "You're red. I'm blue," she redirects my attention to the TV.
"What was the point of telling me I could pick the song?" I all but growl at her.
"People change their minds, Santana. Plus, this song is perfect for us, consider it a love confession."
"What," my head snaps back toward Rachel, but she's not looking back. She is starring at the screen, fixing her stance, shifting on her feet and taking a breath to sing the opening lines.
Every night in my dreams
I see you
I feel you.
That is how I know you go on.
Rachel turns her body toward mine, reaching out with her hand and running a finger along the underside of my jaw. My mouth hangs open my mind still trying to process what the hell she is doing, but then it does catch up and the command from my brain to my hand doesn't fire off fast enough. I slap her hand away and back up, until the back of my legs hit the cushions of the couch and I fall backwards before pushing off and hoping off the back of the couch, trying to put something in between the two of us.
"Santana," Rachel breathes. "You can't tell me you don't feel it," she pleads, circling around the couch. I run into the kitchen and drag one of the chairs in front of me so she can't get to me. "I've loved you since I gave you my picture in high school." She places her hand over her heart. "And then you hung it up! You can't tell me that didn't mean something."
"Rachel, no. I'm in love with Brittany."
Rachel scoffs, bringing a hand up to her forehead and begins pacing the kitchen floor.
"But you've known me longer. We- we're like- we belong together," Rachel begins fanning herself and gasping for air.
I scoot back until I am pressed up against the cabinet, the chair still shielding her from me.
In my moment of stupor, Rachel somehow grabs the chair from my hands and is standing right in front of me.
"Rachel-"
"Got you!" she laughs, but my heart is still beating a million miles a minute and my hands are still gripping tight to the counter top behind me.
I see Brittany step out from behind a wall, holding something behind her back. She is biting on her lower lip, like she is trying to keep from smiling.
"Did you get it," Rachel excitedly hops over to Brittany, to which Brittany just nods her head.
"Hey," she smiles and kisses me on the cheek.
"What-?" My hand presses to my heart as I just continue to try to wrap my mind around everything.
"Before you say anything," Brittany grabs hold of my hand, "I just want to say I love you."
"I-," my vision slowly focuses on Brittany's eyes. "Wait…" I narrow my eyes at Brittany. "Show me what's in your other hand." I try to grab Brittany's arm, but she quickly backs away. "Brittany," I say lowly, "show me."
"She used your full name. Brittany run!" Rachel screams and they both take off toward the living room.
"What the hell," I run after them and when Brittany turns around, I see the camera in her hand. "Brittany, did you film that?"
Brittany grabs Rachel and holds her in front of her body.
"What are you doing," she cries. "She'll kill me."
I ball my fists up at my sides as Brittany starts inching her way toward the hall, all the while Rachel is cowering into Brittany.
Brittany manages to make to the hallway and she releases Rachel.
"I'll deal with you later," I yell as I rush to catch up with Brittany. I reach her bedroom door just as she is about to close it. "Britt," I groan as I push it open.
The force of me running into the door must have knocked Brittany off balance because she stumbles back into the room. The backs of her knees hit the end of the mattress and I quickly jump on top of her, pinning her arms above her head.
"You think that's funny?" I huff out as she tries to free her arms. I move her arms so I can pin them down with my knees. "How could you," I grunt out, "conspire with Rachel," I start tickling her sides.
"Ah," Brittany lets out a painful laugh. "It was- for a project," she tries to get out through her laughter. "I'm sorry," Brittany starts to wiggle, causing me to fall off to her side. "I'm sorry," she says again, trying to regain proper breathing.
"I thought you were out," I crawl up the bed and cross my arms over my chest.
Brittany crawls up to and tries to remove my arms from my chest, but I swat her hand away.
"I was going to surprise you," she rests her forehead against my shoulder.
"Oh, I was surprised all right," I scoff. Brittany raises her head and puffs out her lower lip. "Don't do that," I push her face away and roll over to face the wall.
"San," Brittany whines from behind me. I feel her press her forehead into my back and her hand on my hip. "Don't I get a hello kiss?"
I roll my eyes and clench my jaw, but turn around to face her. I lean forward and quickly peck her lips, barely grazing them with my own.
"There."
"Are you really mad?" Brittany asks in a small voice.
I answer with a shrug of my shoulder.
"Did you get all your stuff done today?" I ask, rolling onto my back.
"I didn't have time," she breathes. "I was trying to finish up some editing for my photography class," Brittany covers her face with her hands, rubbing at her temples.
"Anything I can help with?"
"No," she tells me. "Well, you kind of just did." I give her a curious look, waiting for her to continue. "It really was for a project."
"Oh," I breathe out.
"If you don't want me to use it-"
"It's fine," I cut her off. "I don't want you to have to re-shoot something."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, come here," I open up my arms, turning on my side as I wrap my arms around Brittany's body. "I have an interview Wednesday," I tell her.
After two weeks of applying for jobs, one of them finally called me back to set up an interview.
"That's great," Brittany kisses the spot where my neck meets my shoulder. "Where?"
"Uh-the grocery store," I mumble.
Brittany pulls her head back to look at me.
"The grocery store?" I nod my head slowly.
It was last resort, no one else is really hiring right now.
"Oh man," Brittany laughs.
"Yeah," I sigh. "Do you have work tomorrow, baby?"
"No, but I have to get this video edited by next week, which I have to do at school because I don't have any editing software. It shouldn't take too long though." I rub up and down Brittany's back, enjoying the way I feel her body relax into my touch. "Wait," she tenses up again. "Tomorrow's Monday. I do have work."
"How about, tomorrow night, I cook you dinner and we have a quiet evening to ourselves? We can do whatever you want."
"That sounds awesome," Brittany tangles her legs together with mine and pulls me closer.
/
"You made dinner?" Quinn asks skeptically as she steps into our apartment.
"Yeah, well," I toss my phone onto the table, giving Quinn an exaggerated shrug. "It was for me and Brittany, but she had to work. Again," I sigh.
"Didn't she work this morning?" Quinn asks as she pulls out the chair to sit down.
"Yeah," I rest my chin in the palm of my hand. Brittany woke up early so she could go to work and be done by tonight. I wanted to fix her dinner and have a quiet night in, but she just called me and said they needed her there. Something about one of the trainers being sick.
"Do you want me to kick her ass?" Quinn asks when I don't say anything else.
I let out a light laugh, but shake my head.
"It's not her fault," I breathe out, picking up my fork and playing with my plate of pasta.
"Well, she's missing out. This smells amazing," Quinn compliments as she takes a bite of the food.
"Thanks," I mumble.
"Is she coming over tonight?" Quinn asks suddenly.
"No."
"We can have our own date then," Quinn pipes. "When's the last time we got to have a night with just the two of us?"
"Oh, is Quinny jealous of Brittany?" I say in a mocking voice.
"No," she scoffs. I give her a pointed look. "Well, maybe a little." She lowers her chin to her chest. "You are kind of with her all the time." She admits in a small voice.
"I'm sorry," I tell her honestly. I guess I hadn't even noticed what I was doing. I don't think Quinn and I have done anything in forever. Well, since Brittany and I met. "Let's go out," I suggest.
Quinn laughs.
"Where?" She questions, still eating the pasta.
"I don't know," I think for a moment before snapping my fingers. "Don't you need a new paint color or something for your room? Or did I dream that conversation?"
"No, that happened," she tells me.
"Oh good," I have been so tired lately that I have those dreams where everything is so vivid that it seems like it actually happened. "Let's go then."
"What? Right now?" Quinn asks with a mouth full of food.
"Yeah. I've been bored all day and I need to get out of the house."
I get up and make my way over to the door, grabbing my jacket and purse. Quinn shovels a few more bites of food into her mouth before getting up from the table and doing the same.
/
"Are we even allowed to paint the walls in our apartment?" I ask as I look at a few cards of paint that Quinn handed to me.
She shrugs, already deciding against the ones she gave me and moves along down the aisle to find some more.
"You painted yours," she shrugs.
"Cats eye green?" I scrunch my face as I read he ridiculous names. "Why not just light green?"
"Because then you would have nothing to complain about," Quinn suggests. I shoot Quinn a glare and she gives me her best Cheerios smile, the one that used to drive me insane.
"So, you talk to Puck while you were in town?" I choose to ignore her stab at me because I like to think I'm the better person.
"Well," she starts slowly and begins twisting in her spot, suddenly finding her finger nails more interesting than whatever she was looking at before.
"Quinn," I start. She bites on her bottom lip, looking guilty. "You didn't."
"Okay, I didn't."
"Why would you do that?" I whisper yell, grabbing hold of her arm.
"Relax, mom," she yanks her arm away from me. "We didn't do anything. He just bought me dinner and gave me a tour of the news studio."
I loosen my grip on Quinn's arm before finally letting it go. Quinn stands there for a moment, a look of sadness written across her face.
"I'm just-" she takes a deep breath before shaking her head as if the thoughts that were about to leave her mouth would somehow spoil the air. "It was just dinner," she repeats and I don't know if she is saying for clarification for her or for myself.
Whatever the case, I just pat her on the arm and go to pick up another sample.
"I think this suits you," I hold it out to her. She looks at it for a moment, her eyes darting back and forth between the pictures of her bedspread and the color. As she is doing this I spot someone at the end of the isle. "Holy shit," I breathe and grab Quinn's wrist, pulling her down the aisle and around the corner.
"What the fuck?"
"Quinn, we have to leave," I poke my head around the corner and see that the person is getting closer and closer, like she's heading straight for -
"Santana?"
Fuck.
"Amy, hi," I greet sarcastically, feeling the bitterness of her name roll off my tongue.
Quinn's eyes widen slightly as she slowly turns her head to look at the woman and then turns back to me mouthing 'oh my god'.
There is an awkward silence that takes over the three of us. I have no idea what I'm supposed to say and I'm not sure stopping by to say 'hi' to your ex-girlfriends new girlfriend is even something that should be done.
So, I harden my face and fold my arms across my chest, waiting for her to continue, but instead of addressing me, she turns to Quinn.
"I don't believe we've met," Amy extends out her hand. I have to hold back the laughter because its seems like she is trying to hit on her.
"Quinn," Quinn states shortly, not bothering to shake Amy's hand.
"Ah, the art one," she says as if she is remembering an old friend. "Brittany told me all about you."
Brittany, told her when?
"I just saw her like half an hour ago," she answers my unasked question. "We went to dinner." There is something in the way that she says this that makes my insides crawl, like she is just trying to get under my skin.
She says it like it isn't a big deal. Like I should be happy that Brittany's ex decides to show up out of the blue and go out to dinner with my girlfriend when she is supposed to be having a wonderfully cooked homemade meal with me.
And why wouldn't Brittany tell me? Like, 'Hey Santana, I can't make it to dinner with you because I am going out to dinner with the girl I used to be in love with.'
I would have understood.
"Okay," Amy drawls out after a few more moments of uncomfortable silence and Quinn clearing her throat. "I'm sure I will see you around," Amy turns to me, sending me a wink and Quinn and I watch her disappear down the aisle where she came from.
"Well, that wasn't awkward at all," Quinn laughs. "I think I am going to go with the color you picked out." Quinn is inspecting the picture again, but I am still rooted to my spot on the ground, staring in front of me and barely hearing the words Quinn is saying.
/
I walk through the door of the apartment building, not even bothering to hold it open for Quinn. I continue to the elevators, vigorously pressing the button, trying to get it to come faster. When it doesn't, I slam my hand against the metal plate and take off toward the stairs.
It's better to walk anyway.
"Santana," Quinn runs as best she can, carrying a few cans of paint, to catch up with me. I reach for the rail in the stairwell and just stop.
I lower my head to my chest, letting my lungs fill up with air before slowly breathing it back out. When I sit down on the bottom step, Quinn sets her things down and comes to join me.
"She's really pretty," Quinn is the first to break the silence.
"Not helping, Q," My face scrunches up in anger.
"You're right," she pats my leg. "I'll kill Brittany if she did anything," Quinn threatens.
"She didn't," I am quick to defend Brittany.
"But if she did," Quinn shakes her fist. "I'll be on her faster than white on rice."
"I'm allowed to be mad right?" I ask, suddenly wondering if I'm just overreacting to a simple situation. "She should have told me."
"Yep," Quinn agrees. "We still have that ice cream right?" She asks, looking up to the celling.
"Oh god, I hope so," I groan as I stand up.
"We'll get Santana some ice cream," Quinn says in her baby talking voice.
The door to our apartment is already unlocked when we reach it, which can only mean one thing.
Berry is here.
Rachel is sitting on the couch, curled up in a blanket. I throw my purse down by the door and angrily kick off my shoes, sending one flying across the kitchen.
Okay, that was an accident, but the sound of my shoe slamming into the cabinet, is oddly comforting right now.
The next thing happens in slow motion. Rachel turning around to greet us, mouth open wide, sporting a big toothy smile and chocolate ice cream on her chin. My vision turns red as I dart across the small kitchen and into our living room, throwing myself over the backside of the couch before grabbing the bowl of ice cream from Rachel's hands.
Rachel lets out a high pitched scream as I roll onto the floor, somehow managing to keep the ice cream from spilling out onto the floor.
"What the hell is wrong with her?" Rachel says through choppy breaths.
"You better not have eaten all the ice cream," is all Quinn says while walking back into the kitchen and opening the freezer to check. "Oh, Rachel, you're in trouble."
I haven't really seen Rachel since her big prank the other day and it really doesn't help her if she has eaten all of my damn ice cream. The one thing that could salvage my terrible mood right now.
"Why?" Rachel replies and I can hear the fear in her voice as she curls into herself on the couch, pulling the blanket closer to her body.
I have relaxed a little though, my breathing becoming normal again.
"You ate my ice cream," I say lowly. "You ate my ice cream," I say again, only this time a little louder.
"Quinn, help me!"
Quinn tells me to calm down from the kitchen and I am about to protest, but then she is handing me a bowl with a spoon and I shut up. I wordlessly hand Rachel back her bowl and take a bite of the chocolate ice cream.
"What's her problem," Rachel leans in to ask Quinn.
"Brittany went out to dinner with her ex," Quinn sighs.
"Yeah?" Rachel shrugs. "I could have told you that."
I stop mid bite, dropping my spoon into my bowl, a loud clank echoing though the room.
My eyes shift from Rachel to Quinn, both women looking a little more than uncomfortable right now.
"I thought she told you?" Rachel speaks up, when I start to make my way down the hall and into my bedroom.
I flop down face first on my bed, burring my face into the pillows, which smell like Brittany. I take a deep breath, but remember that I am mad at her and proceed to shove the pillows off the bed.
Just then, my phone starts buzzing in my pocket. I dig it out and look at the screen, the picture of Brittany and I sleeping on the couch illuminating my otherwise dark room.
Part of me wants to push the ignore button, but then there is that little voice in the back of my mind telling me that I am overreacting to the situation and I should just pick up.
My stubbornness wins over though as I press the button to ignore the call.
I groan as I imagine the pout on Brittany's face though and I find myself rolling onto my back and hitting the button to call her back.
She answers after the first ring.
"Hello?" her voice sounds tired and strained, almost like she has been crying and I immediately feel guilty about being so angry with her.
"Hey," I greet back, toying with the hem of my shirt and trying to think of how to ask her about this. Maybe I should hint at it and see if she will tell me herself. The line is quiet for a few moments and I can hear the unsteady breaths that Brittany is taking. "So, uh," I clear my throat, "how was your day?"
"It was OK," she answers, but doesn't elaborate any further. "How was yours?"
"Rachel ate all my ice cream," I tell her. I get a light giggle in response, but nothing more. It feels weird and talking with Brittany never feels weird. "What are you doing right now?" I decide that is an innocent enough question to ask.
"I'm lying in bed. I called to tell you goodnight, since I didn't really get to see you today." We usually just text each other goodnight. "And to apologize for not making it to dinner."
"It's okay," I mumble. "Quinn ate with me and then we went shopping," I pause for a moment. "and I uh- ran in to someone."
"Oh yeah?" I can hear the hard swallow Brittany takes. "Who?" she asks carefully.
"Amy," I tell her.
"Shit," Brittany breathes out. "Santana I-"
"I gotta go," I interrupt Brittany, feeling the anger resurface. "I'll um- I'll see you tomorrow?"
Brittany lets out a deep sigh.
"Yeah, tomorrow," she answers through another sniffle.
Thanks for reading. :)