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I do not own Glee or any of the characters (so sad)
"Great it's raining." Quinn swats at her leg as mosquitoes flit around her, eating her alive. You told her not to wear the sugar-cookie perfume but she didn't listen. Her fault entirely. You giggle to yourself as she continues to slap herself.
"It's only drizzling." Finn states from behind her as he tries to spark the fire. "Drizzle…" Finn's mind goes somewhere else and you stare at him confusedly for a moment.
Quinn comes to his side and huddles into his shoulder to block herself from the rain. You roll your eyes at Quinn's attempt at flirting before you spot Rachel. She's with a group of campers across from the fire pit in the field. She's staring at Quinn like she just attempted to knock her out with chloroform so she could take her to a lab and probe her. Rachel's eye twitches in a menacing and highly disturbing way causing you to cringe and immediately look away.
"What, you can't handle getting a little wet?" Finn asks.
"Wanky…" Quinn and Finn turn to face you at your comment, but you just shrug it off. You are known to have a dirty mind and it shouldn't come off as a surprise to anyone. You think to yourself that they're just glad that the campers weren't nearby to here that.
Everyone is playing in the field, jumping for fireflies. You catch yourself smiling as you watch the younger kids leap into the air, cheering when they see a glow transmitting from their hands. A flicker catches your attention and you turn back towards the wood to see that Finn managed to start the fire. Score one for Frankenteen.
"Hey, I'm back. The rain looks like it's stopping but it might come back later so we should probably start this soon." Sam sets down ten giant bags of marshmallows, a trillion packs of gram crackers, and decks of chocolate bars on one of the log seats surrounding the fire pit. At this sight, crowds of campers flood into the area and you help Quinn distribute the first round of sticks so they can roast their marshmellows.
The kids are like animals. They crowd the line for sticks, making the line into a clump. You think to yourself that if they weren't all smiling, it would look like an angry mob. But one by one, you and Quinn manage to allocate the sticks, giving one to each kid. You turn towards Quinn with a "phew" before taking your own stick, sitting down on a log, and starting to roast your own marshmallow.
"Hey, stranger." Sam comes to sit next to you and you put on the most believable smile that you can muster. You start to turn to look at Sam when long, ivory legs catch your attention. Brittany is walking towards the fire and she looks beautiful. She pulled her hair back and it swings with every step she takes, her t-shirt barely covers the bottom of her long torso, allowing you to see her belly button and sculpted abs.
"SANTANA! FIRE!"
You immediately jerk the stick out of the bonfire to see your marshmellow concealed with flames. You rapidly pull it in closer to you and blow it out. You mentally praise the lord that it's now dark out so Sam can't see how red-faced you are.
"That was close!" Sam laughs with a childlike smile. "Here, let me help you with that."
"Okay," You say, you're voice sounding shyer than you intended it to be.
Sam takes the stick out of your hand and gathers smore components from beside him. He smoothly squishes the marshmellow in-between the two gram crackers and chocolate and hands you his creation before licking his fingers.
"Thanks!" You smile and take the smore from Sam.
"Go ahead, I bet that I have assembled the most delicious smore ever tasted!" You laugh at Sam's comment and take a small bite from the gooey treat.
"Mhmm." You nod, chewing the sticky marshmellow. You give Sam a playful push. "Definitely the best!" You bring the smore forward again to take another bite while Sam roasts his own marshmellow, smiling.
"Hey, have a good first day?" Long legs climb over the log next to you, opposite Sam and you momentarily choke on your smore. You cough uncontrollably while laughing at the same time, staring up at Brittany, who looks really concerned. "You okay?"
You cough lightly and clear your throught. "Yeah," You cough again.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." Brittany laughs next to you, with an innocent grin, and starts to roast her own marshmellow.
In this moment, you're not sure to talk to Sam or Brittany so you settle your gaze in front of you at the fire, catching Kurt's smirk as you lock eyes with him. He definitely saw everything: from you catching your marshmellow on fire to having almost dying from chocking on a smore. You can tell because he is laughing and ogling at you as if you are the most adorable thing in the world, motioning his head towards Brittany, asking you with his eyes if that's her. You give him a light smile and a nod in reply and he smiles back, lifting his eyebrows up and down playfully seductively. You laugh lightly, staring at the boy with a wide grin, and then your expression alters. You look into the flames, your eyes widening in realization.
You came out. You came out to someone. The thought hit you like a ton of bricks yet you feel good. You can't describe the feeling but it's almost as if a weight lifted off of your shoulders. Your chest once tight, now feels open. You can breathe.
You pivot your head to the left to catch a glimpse of Brittany and a wide smile appears on your features. "Brittany, what happened?" You can't contain your laughter as you stare at the blonde.
She has gooey mess everywhere on her face and in her hair. Brittany laughs and turns to face you. She's looking down at her shorts. Some marshmellow got on them too. "Let me help you." You timidly lift your hand, your heart beating out of your chest, as you reach up to stroke your fingers through Brittany's hair, getting chunks of marshmellow out.
With you're other hand; you instinctively move your thumb to sink your nail into your finger but stop yourself, and it feels good to not feel the sharp stab of pain that your used to.
You return you're thoughts to Brittany. She's trying to lick it off of her face with her tongue and you laugh at her attempt. You catch Kurt looking over and smiling before looking away.
"Britt, you have it all over you!" Brittany looks up from where she was cleaning her shorts to meet your gaze and you realize how close you two are. You are literally in kissing distance and you don't dare to move. You can't.
"Soo…" Sam's voice trails from next to you causing you both to jump and you quickly break eye contact with Brittany. You look down, but you quickly look up again to find that she's still staring at you. You hold your gaze with Brittany's for a moment. Neither of you are smiling. You're just staring at each other in the eyes. It's strangely intimate and you panic, breaking your gaze.
"Looks like it's gonna rain again. We should all probably head back soon. I'll go tell Finn." Sam stands up, wiping his hands on his jeans before going to Finn's side, causing Quinn to groan in annoyance.
Your breathing is unsteady at what had just happened and you instantly get panicked. You just realized that you have absolutely no idea what you're doing and it scares the shit out of you. All of your past relationships and encounters with guys weren't you. You always felt as though you were wearing a mask when you were in that position because it felt like you were someone else, not yourself. You remember in high school, and the previous years before that, choosing a guy and saying to yourself "he's cute. I'll like him now." You've never actually fallen before. This crush on Brittany snuck up on you and it makes you feel inexperienced, like you're dwelving into completely new territory. You've been attracted to girls before (thoughts that you pushed away.) But this, right now, is different. You don't know how to work a relationship, or even flirt with feelings because you've never done it before. You just realized how scared you really are.
"Santana what's wrong?" Brittany moves her hand to yours where it's resting on the log, enveloping your hand in hers'. "You look worried."
You sigh because she is so good at reading you. You look up to meet her gaze and now she looks worried. She's worried about you. This thought makes your stomach swarm with butterflies and your heart drop to your feet. You nod, swallowing nervously. "No, I'm good."
But you're not good. You remember where you are. You see Quinn and Sam and Finn and Puck and Rachel talking and laughing amongst themselves. You see campers playing and giggling at inside jokes. You hear the crackle of the fire around you and it reminds you of the heated evil in the eyes of Mrs. Shuster. You quickly remove your hand from underneath Brittany's but she doesn't move how close she is to you.
"Sam!" You stand up walking towards him, throwing your head back in frustration at what you just did. You don't dare to look back at Brittany in fear that you will turn back from what you are about to do.
"Yeah?" He asks, his eyes skeptical. He looks from side to side, unaware at what the hell is going on. You're pretty sure that after you ignored him for Brittany that he would leave you alone but you decide that you need him. You need him to be your cover up and you can't lose something like that, even if it means having to break away from Brittany and make out with him a little.
You reach out your hand for him to take it and he stands up from the log. All of the conversation from around him with Finn and Quinn has stopped and all eyes are on you. You guide him towards the field. All of the kids playing there have disappeared back to their cabins because of the weather and how dark it is. You look straight forward, not daring to look over to the blonde boy next to you.
"San—"
"Shhh" You shush him, leading him deeper into the field so that no one can see you. Tightening your grip on his hand, you lead him behind tall rising shrubs and trees before spotting pink buds and honey suckles. You push Sam against the granite of the Love Rock, closing your eyes, imagining that it were someone else. It's the only way that you can think of to get through this.
You lean forward, connecting your lips to his. You knew that they were huge but you never imagined them like this. You own this guppy mouth and you prepare to make him know that. Sliding your tongue out from your mouth, you lick Sam's lips to part them. You try to imagine Brittany but you can't. He kisses ruff and you imagine hers' soft and gentle. He quickly obliges to your tongue's desire and plunges his tongue out, shoving it down your throat. You try not to show your off-put expression on your face but instead you keep going, moving your lips at a steady rhythm. Rain starts pouring down from the sky, soaking the both of you but neither of you budge.
Sam moves his hands down your body, holding you at your hips and you exult a low moan because you weren't expecting the touch, but you don't do anything about it. You let him grab your waist to bring his body closer to yours. You grind against his center and he does the same, bringing you both into a dirty dance until you feel his pants start to rise. You hear a crinkle of the fabric of his jeans and a hard object push against your center causing you to jump.
"What the fuck?" You think to yourself. You've definitely done worse things than this and you've felt a boner against your body in many instances, but you've never reacted quite like that. You want to go back and continue kissing him but you can't move. You're breathing heavily and your body erodes with goosebumps, from the chill of the rain.
Sam looks up to meet his gaze with yours while simultaneously putting his hands in his pockets to calm his arousal and you try not to let your face contort at the thought. "Santana, I am so sorry."
You momentarily panic before saying the first thing that comes to your mind. "Sam, I really like you." You feel your heart sting a little. You take a deep breath. "And I just want to take things slow."
Sam flips his drenched, blonde hair out of his face so that it sticks on his forehead in a Bieber flip. "I totally understand that." He's looking at you with passionate eyes. They're meaningful and heart filled.
"Can you just do me a favor?" You squirm a bit, uneasy with your past actions and words.
Sam nods, taking one hand out of his pocket but keeping the other one in. "Sure, anything."
You shiver from the cool drops of water running down your cleavage. "Could you not tell anyone about this?" There it is, that pang of guilt to your heart again.
Sam moves his hand in a swipe motion. "Never happened." He stares at you with a lighthearted smile. "Come on, let's go back." You nod in reply and go up to the campfire only to find that everyone had already left to go to their cabins for the night. You say goodbye to Sam and give him a short but sweet kiss on the lips before the two of you depart and you walk to your cabin.
You are soaked from head to toe and are relieved when you make your way back to the cabin. Your flip flops made uncomfortable 'squish' noises every time you took a step and your legs feel itchy from the warm rain. You bust through the door without a second thought. "Hey guys, I'm—"
Brittany is standing by her cot, soaked in water. Her hair drips onto her see-through t-shirt allowing you to see everything. The pink, polka-dotted outline of her bra sticks to her shirt, making for a very visible view of her breasts swelling out from the top of the little fabric that there is. Her nipples stand erect.
Quinn comes out of the bathroom, wearing her pajamas, breaking you from your staring. "How'd it go with Sam?" Her voice is excited.
"Sam…" All of the memories of the night flood back to you. He won't tell anyone about your incident, you reassure yourself. "Good," you reply.
"Good, that's all I get?" Quinn sits down on her bed. You look over to Brittany who is struggling to get her t-shirt off of her drenched body. "Oh dear fuck" You think to yourself as you watch the blonde slowly guide her translucent t-shirt off of her body.
"I mean, you know." You can't think straight, no pun intended, and you continue to gawk at the half naked cheerleader in front of you. She turns around and bends down to retrieve a towel from her bag before disappearing into the bathroom and you release a hard breath that you didn't realize you were holding in. "We kissed," you say, your voice stolid.
"What? Is he not good?" Quinn asks, looking seriously concerned.
"No, no. It's just umm…. I just need to go shower and I'm tired." Quinn looks at you suspiciously. "What?" You ask, irritated.
Quinn looks you over. "Nope, nothing." She can tell that you're lying but you just give her a fake smile and disappear into the bathroom.
"Quinn, who was that boy next to you at the campfire? He's quite cute." An annoying voice sounds from the opposite side of the room.
"Not a chance Rachel, Finn's not your type!" Quinn states in a bitchy tone.
You quickly zone out the rest of the conversation and turn in your cot to face Brittany, directly across the room. Her golden locks, now dry and clean, are sprawled onto her pillow. She's staring directly up at the ceiling, looking like she's deep in thought and you find yourself wondering what she's thinking about. Does she miss her family? Did she have a good first day? Is she liking camp so far? Brittany's body starts to turn, crinkling the warmed sheets below her to face you.
At first you both just stare at each other, not saying anything or moving at all. Brittany looks at you contently and you do the same, admiring how serene she looks, and how comfortable she looks in her pajamas. The sight makes you just want to climb into her bed with her and cuddle with her the whole night.
"Santana," She whispers. Quinn and Rachel don't move or say anything; they're both sound asleep. "Sweet dreams." You smile to yourself behind the blanket covering your lips.
"Goodnight Britt." You turn to face the wall.
Boom!
Thunder.
You hate thunder. You hate to admit it but it's probably your worst fear.
Boom!
You shake in your cot, shivering to yourself through clenched teeth as you grip your pillow tightly.
Boom!
"Eeeeep!" You let out a high-pitched squeal and toss quickly in your bed.
"Santana?"
You jump, your chest rising and falling quickly. Brittany lays a hand to your ankle, she's on the ladder on the backside of the bunk bed near your feet, and the touch quickly consoles you.
"You okay?"
Boom!
You lift up to meet your gaze with Brittany's, placing the blanket over your face to just show your eyes and you shake your head smally. You never ask for help because you like doing things on your own. No, you hate when people do things for you. You like being independent yet you shake your head in desperation like a toddler. And then you feel the sheets starts to move from underneath you.
You hear the squeak of the wood as Brittany heaves herself onto the bunk, landing on her torso and sliding the rest of the way up. She's tall and her legs hang off a bit but it works. Your breathing quickens and your heart races as she comes up beside you.
"You know, when I get scared, Lord Tubbington calms me down."
Brittany doesn't seem to make much sense and you don't have the slightest idea who Lord Tubbington is but her words are soothing and they calm you almost instantaneously.
"Lord Tubbington doesn't say much but I know he can hear me. He's the best listener. Sort of like you."
You stare up at Brittany. She's leaning on her hand, facing towards you.
"Do you have any pets?"
Okay, so Lord Tubbington is her pet.
Boom, Clap!
You shudder, hiding deeper underneath the blanket.
"Hey it's okay." Brittany soothingly rubs your arm through the covers up and down. "Santana, can I tell you something?"
"Mhmm. Course." You mentally slap yourself for sounding so desperate, but you really want Brittany to know that she can trust you. You want her to feel safe with you.
"I've always really wanted to be your friend, and I'm glad that we are now." The corners of Brittany's lips lift to raise her face into a smile.
"Me too." The words spill out of your mouth. "Brittany, you're beautiful." Wow, you're tired. You look up at Brittany, hoping that she would respond faster.
She laughs the kind of laugh that you do when you're embarrassed. "Are you feeling a little better?" She reaches out her hand to push your hair behind your ears and you feel a shockwave of electricity pulse through you. Your heart pounds, thundering your ears.
"Yeah," You say, your voice low and on the edge of cracking.
Brittany smiles at you comfortingly. "Do you want me to stay up here with you tonight?"
You nod and she breathes out through her nose, slowly moving under the covers. She lays her head down next to your pillow and you move it slightly so she can share it with you.
"Thanks," She whispers. "Goodnight." Brittany turns to face the wall but you continue staring in her direction.
You slowly shift upwards to look at her face. Her eyes are closed and it is the most peaceful sight that you have ever seen. You slowly get closer to the blonde, taking in her scent. She smells like vanilla and you wish that you could lie on her and smell her the whole night. Slowly, you lower your head and lay a gentle kiss to her forehead. You release your lip's pressure and come up slightly and leisurely to look at the blonde beneath you who still has her eyes closed. You steadily lay back down, you're heart beating rapidly.
You close your eyes, your body directing upwards, your thoughts running wild. You remember how good it felt to have someone to talk to about Brittany and you wish that you could have that feeling of safety back, but you feel more vulnerable than ever. Brittany is lying right next to you and Quinn is right underneath you two, Rachel across the room.
What if one of them wakes up? Or what if Quinn was awake that whole time and saw Brittany climb up to your bed?
You sink your head deeper into the pillow. You wish that you could tell Quinn so bad but your afraid, more afraid than telling any of your other friends. Not because you two are really close, but because of Quinn's personality. She has a problem where she can take any situation whatsoever and somehow flip it around so that it's about her. She's, for lack of a better word, an attention hoar.
You know that you shouldn't be afraid to tell her for that reason but you are. You afraid that she'll say, "Why didn't you tell me sooner?" and then get mad at you. That's just who she is.
"Mmmmmm." Brittany hums in her sleep, turning over to face you and draping her arm around your torso. The pressure hits you unexpectedly and you momentarily stop breathing, your eyes frozen open. Getting your oxygen intake to steady, you look down to see Brittany's long fingers hugging your waist.
You trail your gaze up Brittany's arm, to her shoulder, to her neck, and to her blonde head. She inches closer to you, so that her head is lying on your shoulder. Very steadily, you turn so that you and Brittany are spooning. She wriggles her bottom lip to your neck, breathing hot air into your hair through her nose.
You close your eyes, occasionally leaning over to smell vanilla and drift into a deep sleep, smiling at Brittany's presence and her touch so close to you.
"Santana, Brittany?"
You open your eyes to see Quinn and Rachel peering at you, Brittany hugging you from behind. Oh crap.
Author's Note: Hope that you liked this chapter!
If your your situation is sort of like Santana's at the moment or it was at one point, was there someone like Quinn that you were afraid to tell because you were scared that they would get mad at you? I really tried to make this chapter relatable in a lot of aspects. Quinn for instance, real. Or telling yourself ,"He's cute, I'll like him now." Thats real too. A lot of stuff that I write are based on real feelings and events.
Anyway, next chapter will probably be out by next week(: