With you on my shoulder
By HeartofSummer
Genre: Brittany and Santana romance
Copyright: If I owned them, a lot of the shows awesome characters would be forgotten, since I'd only be writing about these two. So this is purely for entertainment purposes.

A/N: I just got a new cousin, like, hours ago! So happy! So no matter how tired I am right now, having worked all day, I think you all deserved this. Oh yeah. It's first-kiss-time! ENJOY!

Chapter 4: Hummingbird heartbeats

(Brittany)

I put a hand to my ass as I shake, swishing my ponytail and letting my hand sweep back and forth in front of my face.

"...put a ring on it!" I felt calm in black clothes and high heels, back to focusing on a dance routine, getting the cheerios out of my head. Tina hadn't been as sure.

"D-d-d-do I r-r-r-eal-l-ly look o-okay in t-this?"
"Dreamy, Tina. Don't worry, we're all ladies here." Had been Kurt's reply and I'd just agreed by smiling and nodding confidently.
Now we were enjoying ourselves to one of my at the moment favourite songs. They change from week to week, but... We were all three really into it when the music was cut off by Kurt's dad.

I watched him look at his son with questioning eyes, and tuned out their voices. I had always thought Kurt seemed so sure of himself, even standing up to his bullies on the football team, but now he actually looked scared. He made me think of little baby birds and kittens out in the rain. I just wanted to pick him up and hug him to my chest to protect him from the rest of the world.

"F-f-f-football!" Tina spluttered and I looked over at her.

"Yeah, all the guys in football wear 'em. They're jock chic." A small smile tugs at the corner of my mouth. He's going to need a better lie than that.

"Totally, Kurt's on the football team now." I say, knowing exactly how to win the situation over. "He's the kicker, that's the smallest guy on the field, right?"

I knew my soccer, because Santana was the one who'd explained it all to me and I had a hard time not listening to her demanding voice. It was pretty much the only voice except for my mom's that always brought me back to reality and kept me listening.

"Yeah," Kurt quickly caught on. "Brit and Tina were just helping me with the conditioning work."

My heart skipped a beat at the nickname, as I recalled me and Santana's childhood days. I'd always been Brit to her.

"So, one of you two his girlfriend?"

I look away, obviously trying to point out that I was not gonna help Kurt stay in his box anymore... or is it, chest of drawers...? I shot a small bitchy look at him as Kurt looked quickly at me, before picking Tina to be his cover girlfriend – by slapping her ass. I open my mouth in disbelief, trying hard not to laugh and keep my cheerleader mask on. San would've died laughing if she'd been there.

"Do you think Quinn loves Finn?" I ask nonchalantly.

I sat beside Santana in Glee, fighting the sudden urge to touch her by rubbing my arm. She was smiling kindly at me, which was unusual and I felt a flicker in my chest, leaning forward.

"Are you thinking about the rumour that she slept with Puck?" I nod. "Well, do you believe it?"

"Maybe. I guess. Do you?" I ask curiously.

"Sure I do."

"Why?"

"Because I started it to shake things up a bit." She catches my shocked look and I give her a slightly confused smile. "Things were kind of boring, and I needed some drama to keep awake during second period."

"How do you know it's true?" I know Santana is good at creating drama, but that was weird. She was sleeping with Puck, why in the world would she do that?

"I don't, really." she whispers to me, and I look at her in disbelief. "It's not that strange if she did," she points out. "Puck has a huge crush on her. Besides, it gives me a better rep when I keep sleeping with the most bad ass guy at school."

"I don't really get it." I said truthfully. She studied me for a few seconds, before shaking her head again.

"Bad ass is good." I kept glancing at her, not daring to show her my confusion. I knew that bad ass was good, I was just not sure why she'd started the rumour. Santana shook her head at me.

"Never mind that, look at this instead. I got it when that, what's-her-face? Ehm, Hannah, dropped me." I looked at the bluish bruise that covered her thigh and oohed.

"That looks like it hurts, San!"

"It kind of does. But that's cheerios for you." Santana smiled at me and looked away, putting the paper with the notes in her lap for me to look at, but I let my eyes travel down the length of her legs instead, before stopping myself, wondering what the hen I was doing doing.

I still couldn't believe my eyes, and suddenly I had slung my arms around Santana's neck, hugging her hard, jumping up and down and screaming.

The feeling of having succeeded at something, even if it wasn't really me, made me so happy, like when you've eaten tons of ice cream and the sugar rush is taking over! I knew everyone had doubted Kurt, and had ignored his talents merely because he liked boys. It wasn't fair, so I was seriously happy for him.
Santana pulled me off, put our pompoms together and laughed with me. I caught a glimpse of Tine up in the crowd, with her black cloths and "bye bye kitty" t-shirt. She screamed back at me, jumpin up and down with Mercedes beside her.

"I can't believe they pulled it off!" Santana yelled. Everyone was still running around on the field, hugging and back slapping each other, while me and Santana started walking towards the locker rooms with the other girls, except for Quinn who was busy sticking her tongue down Finn's throat.
Inside, Santana picked out her perfume and sprinkled some across her body. Then she handed it to me.
"Wants some?" I hesitated, before taking it.
"Thanks." A strong smell of jasmine flowers with a hint of something else, giving it an edge, crawled across my skin. I smelled like Santana, and I felt warm and cosy inside it. We pulled out our jackets and threw them on, making sure we had our cellphones with us. Santana turned to the group of cheerios, waiting for her to say something, since Quinn wasn't there.

"Okay cheerios," and the tone in her voice sounded like my mums when she spoke highly of my maths test results. "Our players have actually won!" The girls clapped their hands, threw their legs in the air and cheered. "That means there's gonna be a party – at my house. Catch a ride with the players, it's our job to treat them as winners." She winked, disturbingly flirtatious, and motioned for me to follow her while she tapped in a message on her phone.
"Time to let the dogs loose," she hummed, pressing send, and suddenly I could hear dussins of telephones buzzing around me. "Let's go ahead and prepare."

I followed Santana to her car, jumping into the passenger seat.

"I love your car. It's so... blue." Santana just turned the car keys, and lifted one eyebrow without looking at me.

"Yeah, it's blue alright." Then she stepped on it, and except to catching her looking at me in the mirror once or twice, I let my eyes travel out to the road, turning the volume up as we listened to Single Ladies again, singing at the top of our lungs.

I was sitting across from San, since we'd been forced apart by the group.
Boys and girls were sitting together, and tonight I was Mike's accessory, which was totally fine since he's really nice, and when he smiles, his eyes closes all the way. So does Tina's, that's because they're both Asians. Tina wasn't invited tonight, even when I told Quinn and Santana that she'd helped. Kurt was though and he sat on my other side, with Finn beside him.

I looked at Quinn leaning against her boyfriend and I think she was doing something weird with her eyes because of Kurt. He was the only one who'd changed into something else but his football jacket and jeans. He had a baby blue blouse that made him look really pretty. I'd wanted to try it on the last time I'd been at his house, but he said I had too much of a lady's lumps for it to fit. I really didn't understand that.

It's Puck's turn with the empty wine cooler. This far I'm the only one who accepted that the bottle pointed to Kurt and I only dared him to go into the kitchen and eat something out of the fridge that he didn't like. He ate a pickle, which made a lot of the guys laugh really hard, but I'm not sure why.

The others have done a lot of scary stuff. Screaming out the window, telling us who they last kissed and how many cheerleaders or football players they have kissed...

Quinn and Finn are the only ones except Kurt who aren't asked that much, or forced into doing anything. They are exclusive, as Quinn calls it, and even we know enough to lay off the "it" couple.

Puck grins as the bottle's opening points in between my knees, and I blink, waiting for the sentence.

"Truth or dare?" I was never any good at truth, and the buzz I had was way too small for me to try.

"Dare." His grin grows larger as his eyes look at my chest. I met Santana's eyes, sitting next to him, and she looked back at me with a scowl, turning to Puck.

"You can't force her to take off her shirt. You've already done that to three of us."

It was true. Both Hannah, Lisa and Mandy were sitting in their brahs and cheerio skirts, looking a little cold. God, those girls had abs. I bit my lip, letting my eyes travel across their bodies, wondering if they needed hugs to keep warm. Puck's laugh brought me back from staring at Lisa's cute, pink brah to what was happening now. He usually looked kind when he smiled. But not now. He looked really, really mean.

"Fine, babe. Brit, why don't you make out with Santana?" I wasn't surprised, I'd expected it. I'd already made out with half the squad on other occasions like this, but I'd never gotten the chance to kiss Santana. I nodded, crawling to the middle of the ring on all four, feeling like Lady in Lady and the Tramp.

It would be nice to kiss Santana. She was always nice to me – I was sure she was good too since most boys wanted to kiss her.

Santana had bigger eyes than usual, but she came towards me and got a smack on the butt by Puck on the way. She didn't seem to notice and just sat close to me, so that our knees were touching and fixed her ponytail, rolling her eyes.

"Boys." I hoped she was finished speaking by then and put my hands on her thighs as I leaned in, pressing my lips softly against hers.

I wasn't expecting her to open her mouth already on impact but she did and I felt her hot breathe on my lips. So, with a weird feeling in my stomach, I stuck my tongue inside at once for a taste, but as I did, it was as if something made Santana act like Mittens does when there's catnip around.

She leaned into me with her whole upper body, immediately letting her tongue tangle with mine. Both her hands fell on mine, pulling them higher, in under her skirt. I laughed against her lips because it made me happy that she liked my kisses. Then she bit my lower lip, and I drew a sharp intake of breathe, realizing the ingredient I had missed in her jasmine perfume. Cinnamon. It tickled my nose very sweetly, and I wanted to taste more of her, have that smell not only on my clothes and neck, but somehow on the inside of my skin.

Some guys said "wow" and some girls gasped and went "oooh" as we kissed but I turned all that off as one of Santana's hands were placed on my neck, forcing me closer, and one grabbing my inner thigh, pressing it outwards only to put her knee in between my legs.

I felt myself becoming really warm and tingly, as I put my hands on her back as she stood on her knees, straddling my left leg to tower over me somehow, taking control.

I liked kissing boys, but I always liked kissing girls so much more. Mum said it made me a delicate flower and Daphne, my little sister, said it made me just like Miss Jay on America's next top model, but she's wrong. I don't really like having sex with boys, but Santana told me that some girls have to put out, and since all the other cheerleaders were in the celibacy club, just like us, we could all help them by putting out and then we could have whoever we wanted later.

But even though it was nice to kiss boys and girls even nicer... I loved kissing Santana the most. Not because she didn't grab my tits really hard and make honking noises, or tried to do the motorboat and not even because she was a great kisser.

No, but because Santana was magic. Her breathe was breathing hummingbirds down my throat, into the pit of my stomach, where they stayed, playing some kind of game by flying around and tickling my insides. I could see their colours before my eyes. Green, and pink, blue and orange and yellow and blue. I could taste them in my mouth and feel the feathers against my beating heart.

Then Santana just took my hands, and moved away to my big dismay, crouching back. I leaned in for a second, trying to stay on her lips, before I smiled and nodded to Puck, trying to hide my heavy breathing and calm down the humming in my tummy.
I took the bottle with me to my side of the room, giggling quietly to make Mike smile at me instead of looking like I was an Asian chocolate cake that he had to have, though I liked that too. As I spun it, the sound of glass against floor sounded over the giggles and small whispers, and I looked up at Santana, who met my gaze. Her eyes made the hummingbirds hungry for chocolate.

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