Title: After All This Time
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 9.3k
Summary: See, you've never really been one for bright ideas. Sure, you're phenomenal at revenge plans and being a total bitch, but when it comes to genuinely decent ideas, you're lacking to say the least. But this one? This one could actually work.
Notes: I haven't abandoned Locksmith... Just taking a break from writing it. Will keep updating both!
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You have an early shift the next day, which requires you to get up at 3am and start at 4am.
You don't usually get these shifts, but your boss Holly tried to get Brittany to do it and you'd just volunteered without thinking when you were in the back office as the rota was being put together. Brittany said you didn't have to, but you preferred the idea of you getting up before the birds started singing, over her doing it. She's too pretty and innocent, and you at least did self-defence as kid, so could put that to use should anything bad happen to you on the walk to the diner in the dark.
Anyway, you head into work and open the store, greeting the chef and his assistant as they bumble through the front doors, fifteen minutes late. But you don't care enough to report it and fuel up on caffeine and spare bits of bacon, until the sun rises, and the rush hour traffic come in. A few waitresses start around 6am, and you rush around most of the morning, serving breakfast to rude customers and burgers to overweight construction workers that really don't need the extra cholesterol, sneering when their eyes linger on you.
It gets to 10am and most of the diner clears out, leaving you to clear up the plates and dump them in the back, ready for the pot wash boy to do his job and it's only when you're wiping over the last table that the bell rings and the first customers you recognise waltz in. And wheel in, as Artie's with Kurt and Brittany and they're grinning as they approach you, a few files stacked up in their grip as they find a corner booth table, the largest one in the place.
There aren't many customers, and Holly isn't in yet, so you throw the dish rag over your shoulder and head over, sliding in beside Brittany and nudging her in the arm gently, earning a wide grin. "Morning."
"Morning," she whispers and ducks her head, scrunching her nose up at you before flipping open a couple of files containing scripts. You cock your head to the side, not understanding where it came from because you literally held the auditions yesterday, but then you see Artie rolling up to your side of the table and holding his palm out, pressing it down on the papers to stop you from taking it and reading it first.
"I wrote few draft scenarios, but no finalised scripting as we all have to agree on it," he explains, but you're cool with it. You don't even know where to start with this and so if he wants to take lead on it and write up a few bits that you'd struggle with creating, you haven't got an issue. "Except we have a problem."
Of course. When does anything ever go the easy and simple route? "What is it?"
"We need to talk about who's doing what and with who," Artie answers, obviously not using the words as the diner isn't completely empty and you are discussing what sex scenes you and your friends are going to star in.
"I've already chosen who I want to be with," Kurt interrupts, looking far too excited and you wonder if they all had a meeting before coming here as there's been progress made that you weren't involved in.
You roll your eyes, not actually caring if they did because if Kurt's decided, then maybe Brittany has, and maybe Artie chose for you and now you're far more interested in finding out who's offered to do what. Well, who, actually. "How is it being chosen?"
"That's where the scenarios come in," Artie replies, and your eyes shift to him. "We wanna be diverse, and inclusive," he eyes around the area cautiously, but there really isn't anyone listening. "And we've got the right people and right… Availability," he chooses, meaning that you got people who are easy and chill with most sexual things. "So, we just need to choose who's doing them and I wanted to check with everyone together."
It settles you, because you know that they came here to include you and that means they haven't discussed it without you, and you know you chose the right guy to head this up. As much as you two didn't exactly get along in high school, that was mostly because he was always convinced you and Brittany were sleeping together on the side when they dated briefly, which was ridiculous, but his eventual accusations got too much for Brittany and she broke things off, much to his disappointment.
You thought he'd hold a grudge after all these years, if you're honest, but you assume he's seen that you and Brittany are just platonic and washed away his own personal insecurities.
"Obviously Kurt has put some thought into it already," Artie continues, rolling his eyes which makes you laugh a little. "But I thought we'd all make sure everyone is okay with the choices," he affirms and takes a pen out of his pocket, clicking the end as he puts it to a notebook sat on the table.
"So, do you have any preferences?" He asks, eyes wide an innocent like he isn't asking you who you'd like to bang. "The current potentials are... Kurt and Sam, but just fooling around," he reads out, eyes scanning over the page. "I'm thinking some sort of glory hole type thing," he bobs his head, and you don't mean to, but you bob your own along with him. It's a little daunting, but he must have put research into it because there's scribbled statistics written down on the other side of the notebook.
"Me and Spencer too," Kurt chimes in, lifting his hand up like he's in preschool, wanting to speak in the middle of class and you wrinkle your nose up at him in disgust as he grins widely.
"You're gross," you spit at him and Brittany giggles beside you.
"As I was saying," Artie speaks up, his voice louder than the laughter coming from you and the blonde and returns to reading the page. "I was thinking Brittany could go with Sam, some sort of step-brother and step-sister thing as they're both blonde," your throat closes at the words, fists clenching beneath the table and you're glad Brittany's not holding your hand like she usually does. "Sam and Sugar could do a little something, Dani maybe at the same time for a threesome if she's up for it, maybe even a bit of girl on girl with those two. Then we come to you," he stops his pen from hovering over the words as he says them and meets your eye. "Well, it's your choice but I was thinking Sugar and Dani."
You're still stuck on thinking about Brittany with Sam, and how it seems she's only been included in a potential couple up with Sam, so you glance to her, wanting more than anything to ask if she's okay with that but finding difficulty in phrasing it. How can you make sure she's okay with it without sounding a little butthurt that you haven't been thrown in as a potential partner to her? Not because you want to sleep with her or do stuff or whatever, but because she's your best friend and you thought that might have been on the cards.
A scene with you two would be hot, you already know that and it would add a twist to girl on girl.
She seems to sense your concern though and moves her hand beneath the table to finally grab at yours, squeezing it and urging your questioning. "What?" She whispers, lifting her brow.
It's not like you can actually say what's on your mind, so you just shrug at her and force a smile that doesn't reach your eyes. "Are you okay with that?" You ask, very quietly but she narrows her eyes. "Like, only being with one person?"
Blue eyes continue narrowing, and you bite down on your tongue from saying anything else because that was already teetering on the edge of inappropriate and whatever could follow wouldn't make it better, and you hold her stare for long enough for her to stop studying you. Her face returns to normal, but her lips disappear into her mouth when she sucks them in, nodding slowly and you know that means she wants to press you, but she won't. Not in front of Kurt and Artie, and probably not at all. You two haven't ever discussed when shit got weird. It's happened before.
"I mean, only because I'm going be with two," you stutter out, cursing yourself because you just can't keep freaking quiet. You just can't resist following it up when you notice the two guys staring at this interaction. "Doesn't seem fair, that's all."
Kurt frowns, Artie lifts a brow and Brittany cocks her head to the side, and you know they can all read the bullshit spewing from your mouth, but you don't want to correct yourself, and hold strong again, lifting your chin into the air.
"Well," Artie interrupts, wheeling around the table and scooping a bit of paper off it and dropping it in his lap before turning to you. "There's one more option..."
You're the one to narrow your eyes this time, glancing at Brittany but she just shrugs at you. She doesn't know either and when you look to Kurt, you see him smirking, so you know that he does know and now you're wondering why there's been a private conversation without you and Brittany. You're a team, and any possibilities should be discussed, regardless of whether they'd be approved or declined, but you're still willing to listen before you unleash hell.
"Here," Artie says, coming back over, sliding the piece of paper on his lap over when he's close enough, but it lands between you and Brittany and you meet her eye, just double checking she really doesn't know what's going on before you both lean in together, peering at the words on the page.
And your heart drops out your ass.
There's two words at the top in bold font – or names, you should say – and it's yours and Brittany and you don't need to be a scientist to figure out what it means. All the other pieces of paper on the table have the potential couples on, the ones you just spoke to with scenarios and outfits, and you read the few suggestions of positions and scenarios, all next to you and your best friend's name.
"You want us to film a scene?" Comes out your mouth and you feel Brittany go rigid beside you, her hand stilling in yours beneath the table. "Like, together?"
They want you two to have sex. Or at least, it's on the table and now verbally out there, lingering in the air, making everyone stare between each other.
And you don't know how to respond.
On one hand, you don't want to offend Brittany and say no, because the answer is definitely not no. You'd jump at the chance to sleep with her; you've thought about it a lot in the past and the only reason you'd say no anyway is because you wouldn't want to harm your friendship. You've been best friends for as long as you can remember now. More than half of your life has been built around her and you agreed when you were teenagers that you wouldn't cross that line because you've seen the films, you've read the books. Best friends sleeping together can only end in two possibilities, and one of them has a higher likelihood of succeeding and it's not success in itself.
It's catastrophic failure. It's a complete meltdown of yours and Brittany's relationship and you honestly don't know how you'd live without her, if you ended up sleeping together and things went wrong.
You don't want to lose Brittany, and you're not repulsed by her in any way possible so it's not the attraction issue – you put a supreme amount of effort into not thinking about her sexually sometimes – and so you decide to settle on that, not wanting to offend her but also not agreeing. Sleeping with her is not something you would do lightly, and you don't even know if she'd be game to sleep with you, so this is all just overthinking and hesitancy and you want to check in with her first before you make any snap decisions.
"I mean…" You trail off, hoping that the blonde will finish the sentence, but she just shifts her gaze to you, staying silent. "I'm okay with that," you sigh, nodding your head slowly as you glance at Kurt who begins grinning, like he knew you'd say that. "If that's what we need for the movie, then…" Your voice goes again, breaking in your throat and you clear it, bringing your eyes back to blue ones. "Obviously, if you're comfortable with that, Britt."
She stares at you, blank faced for a seconds, but then you see her eyes shift and she's nodding. "Yeah, I am," she says, like it's not a big deal. It totally is. You'd be having sex with Brittany. Freaking Brittany. Does she know she'd be having sex with you? Because her reactions aren't the same as yours. "If that's what the movie needs," she repeats your words, holding your eyes before looking at Artie and Kurt for confirmation.
Kurt snorts, and you snap your head around, eyes narrowed into a glare because you really don't need him making it awkward. Or more awkward. There's this tension lingering between you now and half your brain is occupied with the repeating thought that you're going to sleep with Brittany, so you don't have time to make a snarky remark to him. You don't think you could even conjure one up and you can feel heat blossoming over your skin the longer you think about your best friend between your legs.
Shit. You're gonna get excited. You need to calm down.
"Why are you being so weird about it?" Kurt laughs and raises a brow, leaning his chin on his hand. "Everyone thinks you two have had sex anyway," he shrugs and scrunches up his face. "At least you can say you actually have if you do this."
You suppose he's got a point, but that doesn't mean that Brittany would be okay with it still and you glance back at her to find her shrugging, answering the question before you can even ask it.
"I'm not... I mean, I've slept with worse people," the blonde explains and you think you're offended. "Not like that," she corrects with a roll of her eyes and a smile, and you know she didn't mean it like that. "I just mean you're my best friend, and you know the guys I've hooked up with," she refers to her questionable choices and yeah, point taken. "And it'd just be like sleeping with Sam," she continues and you ignore the way your chest caves in at her words. That hurt. You're not Sam. You're nowhere near Sam to Brittany, and you feel your guard shoot up, wanting to snap in defence but that'd come across weirdly. "It's just for the film, so it wouldn't mean anything."
You find yourself nodding before you can even tell yourself to respond and take in the way Brittany's chewing her lip nervously. She's waiting for you to agree but this is a big fucking deal. You'd be crossing the line you promised you wouldn't and sure, it wouldn't just be on a whim. It wouldn't just be a spur of the moment. It would be for a purpose, for business and you know that Brittany's thinking about it like that, if she's saying that way. If she said no, it would leave you with more questions like why the hell not and that would be bizarre, so either way, there's no way to win in this situation apart from agree.
And it's not like it'd be punishment to sleep with her, it'll just put you in a questionable position.
Although you suppose if Brittany sleeps with Sam, and you sleep with Sugar and Dani, or even just one of them, it's no different to you fucking Quinn Fabray the other night, a partial inspiration in this whole idea. That's the attitude you'll have to carry and the mindset you'll have to go in with it, and you can do that. Sex has never meant more than just a hobby to you. It's never meant love or romance or intimacy. It's a way to keep your body warm and to release some stress. Some people play tennis, some go bowling. Some play football and some go to the gym, but you? You love having sex, and you're not ashamed.
So, you can just do a hobby with Brittany instead. It'll be just like playing tennis with her, just with a lot more rigorous movement and that's cool with you.
"Okay," you agree, finally, bobbing your head and squeezing the blonde's hand beneath the table, shaking off the chill that runs down your spine when her thumb rubs over the back of your fingers. If her touching you like that gives you the shivers, then fuck knows what her playing with you will feel like. "I'm down with that."
You look at Brittany, flashing a hesitant smile but she just mirrors it and looks away.
What have you got yourself into?
/
Kurt takes over the conversation, choosing to talk loudly about what he wants to do with his chosen partners and how the scenes will go.
It's a good distraction, and you get involved as much as possible, Brittany doing the same, but you feel like it's forced. Like she's trying to be too normal and touching you just as much, but you don't know whether it's just you feeling out of sorts and projecting your own personal issues towards her. You're probably the one being weird, and you put focus into every movement, overthinking as you bump her leg even though you always do that. She was cuddled up to you yesterday when you were three hours deep into the auditions, but it seems like saying out loud that you two are going to have sex has made you hyper-aware of everything about her.
Like the way she smells. How pretty the colour of her eyes are. How many freckles she has on her cheeks. How she has to blink her bangs out the way when they fall across her eyes and how she keeps sliding her vision to you every couple of seconds, just to smile at you.
You begin noticing everything she's doing as you try to listen into the conversation, but you're far too focused on trying to do that, that you don't hear anything they're talking about, so when Kurt looks up from across the table and asks your opinion, you go all wide eyed and shocked. You have no idea what he's asking you about.
"What?" You ask, shaking yourself out of it and you see Brittany glance at you from the side, but you don't meet her eyes.
Kurt frowns, chewing his lip and studying you for a second and you can see him about to ask why you weren't listening, but your guardian angel must be looking over you because right as it's about to leave his mouth, you see a figure coming up to your table and instantly recognise the person to be Holly, your boss. Which, shit, you've been sat at the table – not working – for about half an hour now. You're gonna get in trouble.
You jolt up from the table, brushing your palms down the front and stuttering as you look at your boss. "Holly, hey," you get out, flustered and you hear your friends laugh from behind you. "Sorry, they just came in and–
Holly grins at you, waving you off and relief floods through you. She's usually pretty chill but you've never been lazy on the job, so naturally she likes you. You're a hard worker, and usually so good at hiding when you want to slack off by hiding in the storage area, or just waiting until she leaves. "It's cool, sweetie – it's quiet," she says and eyes the pieces of paper which makes your eyes bug out.
Fuck. The porno.
"What are you doing amigos?" Holly questions, eyes flitting over the table, and you know if she even manages to catch one word on one of the pages, it's going to be obvious as hell what you're doing. How are you supposed to explain that?
"Nothing," you blurt out and you were cool with telling Artie when you ran into him at the store, but that's because it was Artie. Not your freaking boss. You try to relax your shoulders and come across normal, but you know you've just been caught red-handed. There's no way in hell you can get out of this. "It's nothing," you repeat, trying to play it as cool as possible but you're sure your face is bright red. "Just some scripts for auditions."
Holly leans around you when you shift in front of her, lifting a brow and you know instantly that she's catching on. Or at least read a few descriptions of different sex positions.
"Involving doggy style?" She quirks slowly, her face twisting with amusement and doubt and your mouth snaps shut, the urge to just laugh almost too much. You feel so awkward, you don't know what to do or how to act, and you definitely don't know how to explain this. "What kind of auditions are you kids going to?"
"It's not what you think," Artie explains but she looks down to him with raised eyebrows. "We aren't auditioning for anything."
"And that means?"
Holly looks to you as she asks, and you hate that for some reason you've been designated the ring leader. Probably because you have a close relationship with your boss because she's cool and chill and you even had a joint with her in the back alley once. Still, you wish that relationship didn't exist because she's looking to you for honesty and you never lie to her. She's just one of those free people, almost hippie like, and she never judges anything you do, even when it's really easy to judge.
So, you just go for broke. Fuck it. You're a pretty good judge of character and Holly will probably understand.
"We're making a porno and hopefully it'll make us all enough money to do what we want."
All your friends' mouths drop open in unison, surprised by your admittance but you just shrug a shoulder towards them. If they weren't going to jump in and answer, then you had to.
"A porno?" Holly replies, looking mildly impressed as she folds her arms over her chests and looks back to the pieces of paper, studying them for longer. "What's it called?"
"We haven't come up with anything yet," Kurt chimes in and you flash him a glare. Now he chooses to speak. "Nor do we have a location."
Holly laughs, but she's not bothered by the news and waves her hands out towards Kurt, urging him to scoot along the booth and slides in, picking up the papers and reading them closer. She takes a few moments, eyes flitting over the pages and when she finishes scanning, she notices the one in front of you, she uses a single finger to slide it over to her, rotating it to look at it better. Except she has the most visceral reaction to this one, eyes slowly trailing up from the page to look between you and Brittany.
"You two are gonna have sex?" She asks and it still feels so surreal to hear it. You don't feel like it's actually going to happen.
Still, you nod and so does Brittany, and she bobs her head proudly, but her eyes narrow for a beat too long and linger on you, so you say, "Yeah," just to stop her from like, examining you two or whatever the hell she's doing.
"Alright," she bobs her head proudly, and you feel weirdly good that she's approved of it. Maybe you don't need to be overthinking all of it. "I admire you for your confidence, guys," she replies, now addressing the whole group and you're glad she skipped over highlighting the awkwardness because you're still not totally okay with it. You're not used to hearing it because it sounds like something you should decline immediately, like a muscle memory. It feels like you should laugh it off, like you always do but it's going to happen if this film's going to go ahead, so you better get used to it.
"But you can't write a script if you don't have a location or a title," she follows up and well, you knew that. You've been stuck trying to figure out where you can film and what you can call it for days now. It's the hardest part of it.
(So far.)
"What about one of those garages you can rent?" She suggests and your head snaps up to her. "The ones a few blocks over? They're roomy, cheap and you can do whatever the hell you wanna do with it basically," she continues and you resist the urge to throw yourself at her to hug her; she's always been the best boss but she's also super useful. "Think about it, amigos," Holly winks and smiles at all of you before whisking away out the booth.
You glance back at Artie, knowing he's mostly got to decide if that's viable but you can't fight the excitement that bubbles in your stomach at the thought that you might finally have progression. That you might've found a venue where you can film your movie.
"I mean, I could look on Craigslist," Kurt offers and Artie nods slowly, but you can see hesitancy in his eyes.
"It could work," he finally says and shrugs, and you know he's just as unsure as you are, but if you're going to get on with this thing, you need somewhere exactly like that.
So, you voice it. "It could be perfect," you interject, and three pairs of eyes snap to you. "Holly's got a point; it's roomy, we could decorate it any way we want and it's not exactly expensive as most garages are absolute holes."
They all laugh lightly and you don't know if this is the right place, but it's the only one you've got and so you put your focus back on Kurt, as he's the one who offered to look for a place and bob your head at him.
"You cool with looking?" You ask, and he nods so you give him a small smile, eyes flickering to Brittany who's grinning widely, like she's proud of you and your heart swells. "Okay, seems like we might have a location."
Everyone smiles widely, excitement beaming in their eyes. You feel good about this.
/
The next morning, Brittany bursts into your room with someone on the phone, not bothering to check your attire – or lack of – before she bounces on the bed on her knees, smiling like a little kid.
You sit up, tugging the sheet with you – you like to sleep naked – and rub at your eyes as you focus on her, blinking away the tiredness scratching at your lids.
"Hey," you croak out, coughing to clear your throat and she's talking to Kurt, or so you think by the sound of his muffled, high-pitched tone coming down the line, but covers the end of her cell to greet you.
"Morning, San," she beams and drops her hand, muttering back to Kurt. "Yeah, she's awake."
"Well, now I am," you retort playfully and Brittany just grins at you. God, she's got a beautiful smile. "What does Porcelain want?"
She glares at you but you can see she doesn't really mean it and shuffles up, sitting above the covers but next to you. You're very aware you're naked, and you're not sure if she is aware but you like to sleep with just a sheet and not a comforter, and you're gonna start showing in a minute. It's not unheard of to wake up with morning glory and Brittany only accelerates those thoughts as she not only looks like her, but never sleeps in much either. That tank top and those shorts are proving that.
"He said he had a viewing at a garage a couple blocks away."
A little more awake now, you jolt at the information, exciting bubbling inside you. "No way, already?" You say, stretching your arms above your head and hearing your bones click back into place. "That's awesome."
When she doesn't immediately reply, you look to her again to find her sucking in her bottom lip, blue eyes focused on the sheet and you're confused for a second, before you feel a chill on your chest and realise the sheet dropped down. You grab it quick, about to be embarrassed but then you really look at her, and she's no longer staring at your boobs, but instead right at you and the breath catches in your throat. You haven't seen her look at you like this before.
As much as you'd like to appreciate it, maybe flirt with her a little because she's going to see a lot more of you, and shortly if Kurt's viewing is successful, you know that he's still on the line and will overhear anything you say. Best to keep it for the scene you might be in together.
(Your insides knot at the thought.)
"Kurt?" You whisper, low enough that he won't be able to hear, and Brittany has to shake her head to snap out of it, smirking a little but also looking shy, shown by the pink tinging her cheeks.
"Oh, yeah," she stammers out and presses the phone back to her ear. Apparently, she almost hung up on Kurt because your tits were out and that's giving your ego a nice stroke. "Kurt? What was the result?"
Brittany stays silent, bobbing her head and then you see her face break out in a wide grin and you know what it means. You've got a location for sure. "Yeah? Okay!" She half yells and quickly hangs up, bouncing up and down on the mattress beside you, twisting her body and throwing herself on you. "We got it, San!"
You giggle as her arms slide around you, and she grunts as she pushes her way between the headboard to rest her head on your shoulder, squeezing you tightly. You're excited, but super distracted because you're naked, and okay, you might be a few days away from getting naked with her, but that's not now. You've got a few pep talks to give yourself and some thoughts to push out your brain – the ones formed by the teenage version of you drooling over your best friend – before you cross that bridge.
You're still kind of processing that you're going to be having sex with Brittany at all, because it almost seems too good to be true.
To your teenage self, obviously. If it was too good to be true in your current adult state that totally doesn't have a thing for Brittany, that might mean it could get messy and you won't let it. You already promised Brittany it wouldn't get weird between you and you're going to stick to that.
Still, it's hard to remind yourself of that when there's only her tank top and a thin sheet on your bed separating you from knowing what it'd feel like to be pressed up against her, skin to skin.
"This is so awesome," Brittany whispers, head turning and lips hovering over your ear and you pull away, unable to fight the shiver that shoots down your spine.
She sees it too, because she smirks and she's like, a little too close to you now, because you can see the dark fleck in her bright eyes and you've never kissed the girl, but damn, you've been tempted to in the past. You just know she's a good kisser; you've seen her make out with hundreds of people and never heard a single complaint.
But you can't do that, and clear your throat, blinking away the temporary daze that came over you and use your hands to urge her back, but still grip on to her. You don't want her that close, but you still want her close. Just far enough away that the devil doesn't try to tempt you.
"Wanna go see it?" She asks, voice in a low tone that makes your thighs pinch together down the bed. You're glad she changed topic because you didn't really know where to go there.
So, you focus on her question and nod your head, wanting to see the place because then the vision becomes real. Brittany grins and leans forward, dropping a quick kiss to your cheek before twirling off the bed with a dancer's grace, finding her feet and skipping off down the hallway.
You reach up and touch your cheek, holding it for a few seconds before deciding that was a weird thing to do and you need to get dressed.
/
Kurt texts you to say he's meeting the owner of the garage to grab the keys.
It's a good excuse to have a quick look at your newly found location, and Brittany's all kinds of excited which is just making you more and more excited. Except you can hide it better and roll your eyes as she grabs your hand and tugs you out the apartment. You walk to the place, knowing it's not too far and your piece of shit car is borderline breakdown anyway, and seeing as it's the approaching winter, you're not going to test the engine either. There's no way in hell you have the cash to fix it and that's another reason why this porno came to mind.
It's not just the heating and electricity bills you can't pay; it's most things.
Anyway, you get to the garage and it's a little seedy, tucked away behind a self-storage locker building and you pull Brittany closer at the few construction workers that lean against the metal framing and leer at you both. It's hard not to snap at them or make a comment about how much bigger your dick is than theirs – probably true – but Brittany's doing that calming thing by stroking the back of your hand with her thumb and the venom disappears, as you move out of sight of those douchebags to find Kurt, stood with an equally questionable guy.
He's looking left to right, and if you didn't know he was here for the drop off of garage keys, you'd think he'd have stacks of cocaine and wads of cash stashed in his oversized puffer jacket, but you know this is well within your price range because he's shifty as hell. There isn't a single building in sight that doesn't have a broken window either, and you're sure the cops are about to pull a crack den bust in one of the warehouses nearby.
Almost seems fitting to film a porno here. It's hardly classy.
"This place is gross," Brittany observes, her voice low as you approach Kurt and giggle as you look at her.
"We'll make it nicer inside," you counter, even though that's probably a hard task and spy your friend, smiling carefully. "Hey, Twinkles."
Kurt grimaces at the nickname but forces a smile as he looks to the guy beside him. "This is Azimio," he gestures to the black guy who grunts instead of verbalising a greeting. Charming. "We're here for the final look, and if we have your approval then…" He bobs his head but doesn't finish his sentence, and you look to Brittany, realising he means your approval. "It is all your idea, after all," he explains and Brittany grins at you, nodding slightly as if to agree that yeah, you're the ringleader here.
You don't know if that makes you feel great or just plain nervous, but you still flash a hesitant smile back and take in a deep breath, bracing yourself for the interior.
"Let's see it."
/
The garage is surprisingly clean, considering the state of the outside.
The sliding door creaked loudly when Azimio lifted it open, the rusted hinges grinding too – you'll need to get some oil for that – but you were impressed with the size of the garage space. You could easily break it into at least four different sections and create the compilation type movie idea you've got in mind with various scenarios and backdrops. You've had a brief discussion with Artie about it, and he seems to think you could bring it to life and on the cheap side, too but it'll use up any available funds left.
You wander into the middle of the space, tilting your head up to take in the corners and note several areas that'll need a good clean as you're getting arachnophobia from just looking at the number of spiders hauled up in the ceiling. Still, with a spruce up you could easily transform the place and smile to yourself, colours and images bursting inside your mind. You can see such a potential and it's only when you go to voice that, that you realise Kurt, Azimio and Brittany are all stood by the door, watching you.
Then you feel a little uncomfortable, but Kurt steps forward and you only see it out your peripheral vision because Brittany's staring at you so softly, with her head tilted, that it's kind of distracting.
"What do you think?" He asks, digging his hands into his fur coat pockets and shivering slightly. It's cold in here, but you're used to it thanks to not being able to pay the heating bill at you apartment, but it'll need a few space heaters to warm it up. No way anyone could get it up and maintain in this climate.
"I think it's got something," you say and grin when Brittany does, eyes shifting to Azimio. "We'll take it."
Kurt jumps and squeals and you roll your eyes, walking back over to the them and seeing him fish out an envelope from his pocket. It's a little shady, but nothing about this deal isn't so you just shrug as Brittany shows the same quizzical expression and Kurt hands over the envelope to the shady guy.
"Thank you, Zee," he says, and you stifle the laugh that threatens to spill when the dodgy guy curls his lip in response to the nickname but stays silent as he shuffles out.
You turn to your friends and this time, you join in when Kurt squeals and Brittany just giggles.
/
Everything goes double time after you leave the garage.
You spend the rest of the day searching online and using Artie's credit card (despite him protesting) to order outfits, toys, bondage equipment and a plethora of other things you find slightly intriguing. Brittany adds a ton of stuff to the basket too, including a candy thong which you don't know how it's going to fit into the movie, but you think it might just be for her instead. Your mind runs a little wild with the thought, and you two keep sharing shy glances when you both find something interesting, like this one black lingerie outfit that can hardly be classified as clothing because it's made of string and wouldn't cover anything really, but you can't control your thoughts when your brain puts Brittany into it.
"I'd totally look hot in that," she whispers, noticing your eyes wide on the screen and she bumps her side against yours, earning your attention. "Don't you think?"
You gulp, because you don't have much information about the script Artie's putting together for your scene together, but you know he's going done well with the others. So far, you've scanned over Sugar, Dani and Sam's scene, which is dirty and wild and even made you get a little hot under the collar, and Sugar and Sam's scene is sweet but hot, and Artie hasn't held back in letting his imagination run. He's included every position you can think of, off the top of your head, and some you've even had to Google.
That little pervert is freaky. Amusing consider he probably can't do half of them due to his inability to use his legs, but you don't say that out loud. Brittany would tell you off, anyway.
(It kind of annoys you that she still has a soft spot for him, even if they only dated for a couple of months back in high school.)
"Uh, yeah," you finally respond, clearing your throat and flicking down the page on the laptop until you can't anymore, trying to hide the look on your face because she knows you well enough to know when you're daydreaming, and the only thing you'd be daydreaming about is her in that damn lingerie as you were just freaking talking about it.
So you put your focus into scrolling through the website, which you've been doing for the past hour or so, and have actually managed to search everything on there. Admittedly, a good portion of the items are in your basket, but you still giggle and glance back at Brittany, finding her face a little unsure as it looks over yours. "You okay?"
"Yeah," she replies, nodding her head and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear as she focuses on the little basket on the top right-hand side of the screen. "We've bought 204 things?"
"Not yet," you say, a little devious and fish out Artie's credit card. He did give it to you, so it's not like theft, but you happened to find out his limit and knows his mom pays his bills sometimes. You'll be able to pay him back anyway after you release this movie; it's gonna be a hit. "Shall we?" You continue, spinning the card in between your fingers and Brittany grins, baring her teeth like a little kid. She really has the prettiest smile you've ever seen.
You go ahead and type out the required numbers, hitting the proceed button and not even taking note of the final amount as your email pings on screen with a confirmation email.
You smile at Brittany, and she smiles back.
(But you're still thinking about that damn lingerie.)
/
The next day, everyone turns up at the crack of dawn to receive the delivery.
There are crates and boxes everywhere by the time all your shit got delivered, and Artie asks you how much you spent, but you manage to sidestep it by confirming you hadn't maxed out his card. Or so you hope. You don't really know but you're pretty sure it was close, but it won't matter when you can pay him back with interest and you grin cheekily at him before whirling off to unpack the outfits with Brittany, ready to hang up on the newly built frames, thanks to Sam.
Turns out he's pretty handy, but goofy as hell and you think if he didn't eye fuck the shit out of Brittany every time he looked at her, you'd find him kind of cute in a weird little brother type of way, but he does and so for now, you're keeping him at arm's length. You're still not entirely comfortable with them doing a scene and hope that one of them may back out or Artie tell them it's not necessary because you're not sure you can handle that.
(You don't know why. You just don't think you could.)
Anyway, you begin hanging up the outfits, trying on a few of the ridiculous feather boas that Brittany insisted on buying – even though they're totally not sexy – and you're giggling together, feeling like there's no-one else in the room. Although they remind you by interrupting you every now and then for approval on various things, but you still manage to enjoy the time.
You're so caught up at one specific toy – it's got like three different shapes on one solid dildo – that you miss her whipping off her top and dressing up in one of the outfits, shucking off her leggings quickly and twirling around in front of the mirror beside you. She's never been shy of her body, being a dancer it came with the territory, but you still feel this instant panic that someone's ogling her because it's a candy striper outfit in a one piece, and it's wonderfully short.
Still, as much as you tilt your head to the side and admire it, you do feel that strike of fear and whip your head from left to right, spying Sam in the far corner, chatting away with Artie and it looks important enough that they haven't noticed Brittany, but you still move her. Your hands reach for her hips, and you pull some outfits over the rail separating you from the rest of the garage, but in doing so you create this little darkened fortress with clothing rails and turn to find her breathlessly staring down at you, eyes wide and confused, but bright in the lack of light.
"What?" She squeaks, her hands clutching at your forearms, and you want to explain why you just did that, but you can't.
Why does it matter if anyone sees her in this enticing outfit? They're going to be seeing a lot more of her soon.
Shit. You need to say something though.
"You can't reveal the goods before the scene," you blurt out and Brittany's face twists, the confusion stronger now and you think you see offense flash behind her eyes. "No, not like that," you continue in a hurried manner, still holding her but wondering why. All you need to do is just let go and push the rail back but she's starting to smile, and you find yourself following it up with, "Just like, didn't want anyone staring or whatever. They'll see enough of you soon so let's keep it for then."
It's not a good enough answer, but Brittany finds you adorable when you get all flustered and that emotion is running strong right now. You can't even hide it, and let it come across your face but then her doe eyes go to devil eyes, her smile shifting into a smirk, and she pulls you closer with the grip on she has of you, until the tips of your boots bump against her sneakers.
"I'll be putting on something better than a candy striper outfit for you," she whispers and heat shoots straight down your chest and pooling in your loins, words bubbling up your throat but not coming out as anything other than spluttered noises and Brittany grins at you widely, a total contradiction to the way she was just looking at you.
What the hell?
"Maybe that little black set we saw online yesterday," she follows up, lowering her head and tone and you gulp audibly when she comes eye level with you, holding her breath. "If we find it, maybe we can arrange something," she adds, stroking a single finger down the side of your neck which makes your knees go weak.
You've had some weird moments with her, but this has got to crack the top three because she's biting her lip, her eyes never leaving yours for more than two seconds as they flutter further south down your face, and you're not an idiot. The only times you ever see anyone look at you is seconds before you close the distance and kiss them, but you have no reason to – even if you think you just felt jealously at the possibility that someone might see Brittany in a sexy get up (not the best thing to feel when you're about to film a porno) – and you think you should feel weird but you don't.
Which, in turn, makes you feel weird all by itself.
Great.
The moment is broken, however, as light streams in when someone loudly pushes aside some of the clothes, the hangars screeching loudly against the metal rail, and you whip your head around, startled when you find a pair of dark eyes staring right at you. It's freaking Dani. Of all people, it has to be Dani and now you feel weird for a whole other reason. Mostly because you're still clutching at Brittany like she's the last life raft at sea, and she's wearing a not so innocent outfit.
Oh, and you're pretty sure you nearly kissed her and now you don't know if you're disappointed or relieved at the interruption.
"Oh, hey," Dani says, shifting her vision from side to side like she doesn't know what she just walked in to. You don't either, and you're not sure whether you're happy she burst in or saddened by it. You're pretty sure had she not, you would've kissed Brittany and you're not filming and you don't know why you would. Sure, you've kind of always been curious to find out what it'd be like to make out with her and you're kind of surprised you haven't. You could've just done it on a whim on a drunken night out like she did with most of your other friends, but you were always the odd one out.
Which, now you're thinking it, you never even realised.
"Dani," Brittany says, obviously sensing your inability to talk and you shake yourself out of it, putting a smile on your face.
"Hey."
Dani eyes you two carefully again, but continues pushing the rail out until you're no longer in your own secluded fortress and you suddenly feel like a spotlight is on you. Even if no-one is looking at you apart from Dani who – shit – you need to continue talking to. Why is she here? What does she want?
Luckily, she seems to see that you don't really know what to say and explains herself. "Artie said you had a whole load of boxes to unpack," she says, spying the few crates in the corner. You and Brittany got so caught up messing around with some of the shit that you got side-tracked. You've barely unpacked three crates before the candy striper uniform was found. "Thought I'd come help you guys."
Realising you're still grasping on to the blonde, you take a step back and drop your hands to your side, feeling like someone just burned your palm with the way it stings. She was warm and now your hands are back to being cold. Your whole body has actually. You should probably put a jacket on; there's no heating in here and somehow, defies odds and beats the record making low temperatures you and Brittany hibernate in during winter.
"That'd be cool," you finally reply and shove your hands in your pockets to regain some of the loss of heat. When Brittany doesn't agree, you look at her and she's stood a little less confidently than she was a minute ago, but she bobs her head and sucks her lips into her mouth.
"I'm gonna go change, but I'll come back," she utters and doesn't hesitate as she darts off past Dani, folding her arms over her chest disappears amongst the poorly constructed scene back boards.
"Finally I get some alone time with you," Dani cuts in, breaking you away from staring at the direction your best friend went.
You replay what she's said, and if you weren't already shocked to your core about what just happened with Brittany, you'd probably be shocked at Dani's forwardness. You've only met her a couple times, briefly at best, and the longest conversation you've held was at the audition, but you knew she was attracted to you off the bat. It was hardly like she tried to hide it with narrowed eyes and small smirks, and you're used to being hit on by all genders, it's kind of your thing, but still…
Still, you feel a little strange and decide to just push it to the back of your mind, slipping into your normality shoes and cocking your head to the side, smirking back at Dani who cocks an eyebrow in response.
"Tell me about yourself," you suggest, knowing it's an easy way to hit on a woman because you have your tells and she agrees, beginning to tell you about her past and who she was before meeting you.
Brittany doesn't come back, though.
/
What is everyones thoughts?