Title: After All This Time
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 8.3k
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: Thank you to the anon reviewer who saw the hiccup in my last chapter's summary! It is now corrected :) and thank you to everyone for reviewing. I love seeing what you think and what you're expecting!
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Switching location and title, means a whole rewrite of the script.
You ask Artie if you can help with it, seeing as he did the last one all by himself and you made a few tweaks which felt awkward, but you didn't want to be some perverted basement boy's wet dream and had to make it a little more sensual, so when you get home, you open up the laptop Artie leant you and connect it to your hotspot on your cell phone. You email him back and forth with drafts of scenes, mostly sending him ideas and by the time you're on the last scene, it's gone two in the morning.
Brittany went to bed about two hours ago, and you flip the lid of the laptop down halfway, shoving it on the coffee table and stretching your entire body out, feeling your bones crack and pop back into place. You've been going at the script for the past five hours now, and as tiring as it is, you know you're super wired to make these changes because it means it's still going to happen. You told Artie you were going to grab a coffee to stay awake for the next hour, and he said he was doing the same, so you've got five or so minutes to relax.
You get up from the sofa, shaking out your limbs as you head towards the fridge, deciding that an iced coffee is the way to go. You need the cool to wake you up, even if the caffeine will do it and you throw yourself back on the couch, sipping at the straw you poke in through the lid at the top. You only manage to take a few gulps before you hear the soft padding of footsteps, and turn to find Brittany wandering down the hall, half asleep and adorable as hell as she rubs at her eyes, blinking lazily but smiling when she meets your eye.
"Did I wake you?" You ask, feeling a little bad that you didn't shut the fridge door quietly. It's super old, and therefore super loud.
"No, no," she shakes her head and comes up behind you, her hands falling to your shoulders when you grab the laptop and sit back, them rubbing gently at sore spots. You're aching like hell, and you tilt your head back against the couch, looking up at underside of her jaw, but it's the prettiest jaw you've ever seen and you just gaze for a few seconds until she looks down, catching you.
"You're staring," she states.
You just grin. "You're pretty," you reply in the same matter-of-fact way, and pink floods her cheeks, tinging at her ears but you return your attention to the laptop. As much as you want to sit here and admire your best friend, you've got work to do and the quicker you can get it done, the quicker you could pull Brittany over into your lap and snuggle into her and just sleep. It's pretty much been on your mind since you got back home.
There's a noise from your laptop though, interrupting your thoughts and you open it up again, spying an email from Artie again.
"Who's filming tomorrow?" Brittany asks, noting the few names on the screen of who you and Artie have already paired up, and you don't know whether to tell her that Artie cut her scene with Sam, or that you're only going to be filming with Dani, and not Sugar, too.
You kind of felt slimy for suggesting it, but Artie had come up with so many creative scenes involving everyone that was tailored to the diner, that you couldn't help but see an opening for removal of said scene, and you requested not to film a scene with Sugar and Dani as well as cutting her and Sam's scene – which would leave you with just Brittany to film with – but he didn't seem to catch onto that part.
Or he just didn't want you to have Brittany all to yourself. You don't know, but you didn't press as you'd already got what you wanted. Brittany is no longer sleeping with Sam, so you're cool with it.
So, you busy yourself with reading over the rest of the email, only to find that Artie's describing the order in which the scenes will go, and you read it out loud. "It's Sugar and Sam first," you start, scanning over the words. "They're going to be a waitress and a patron, who needs 'cheering up' and Sugar sees to it," you finish, and Brittany stops rubbing your shoulder, crouching down to rest her chin on your shoulder instead, peering over at the screen. She nods her head but doesn't say anything and you laugh as you finish up the description. "They're actually going to use a cream pie in more ways than one."
Brittany giggles with you, and you drop down to the next section, reading on.
"Spencer and Kurt, too, and apparently Spencer is an angry straight dude who needs calming down," you say and Brittany hums in your ear, but when she stops, you freeze. Why did she just stop breathing completely?
Your eyes follow the rest of the screen, taking in the description of positions and a few words, and you too stop breathing when you find the next section, and you wish you'd read the damn email before so you could prepare for it. But you're not sure what could've prepared for seeing your own name, with suggested positions you're going to do with your best friend, typed out with a finished script, ready to be filmed tomorrow.
Holy shit. You and Brittany are going to hook up.
"Then it's our scene," Brittany whispers, not allowing you to announce it and your entire body goes cold. For some reason, this is the only time you're unable to pick up on the tone of Brittany's voice, which is weird because you know her so damn well you know what she's thinking before she thinks it, but you crane your neck slightly, peering over your shoulder to find her eyes already on you, obviously waiting for you to meet them.
You're not sure if that's a good or a bad thing.
"Yeah," you agree, breathlessly and shift in your seat to get a better look at her face. She's staring right at you, but her face is blank, and you think she's okay because there's a softness in her eyes so you're going to try and match the calm around you.
She's not nervous or worked up about it, and you won't be either. Even if you didn't expect to be filming it so soon.
"What does Artie have planned for it?" Brittany breaks the silence by asking through a whisper, and her voice is still the same, but you still can't pick up on it.
You didn't read that much into it though, and again, you wish you had so you didn't have to look away from her eyes – you're almost cracking the stare and finding out why she's looking at you like this and how she's feeling about the whole thing – but you have to. You return your attention to the email, still shocked that he wrote it because you thought you were doing it together, but you're not unhappily surprised with what you find.
"I'm a delivery driver," you state and Brittany rounds the sofa, coming to sit beside you, pressing her side into yours to lean over. "It's the end of the night and you're the last one in, approving it," you gulp, and your heart almost stops because whereas on the other scripts, the next part talks about the positions and how it goes after that, you find brackets, with writing in italics between it. "It says, the creative direction is to be done by Brittany and Santana thereafter," you read out slowly, taking in the words but coming up with confusion.
Brittany's not confused though, and she sits up straight, bobbing her head slowly and running her tongue along her lips. "We get to choose what we do," she explains and you honestly don't know how anyone considers her to be stupid, because she's not. She got it quicker than you did, and your jaw goes slack when you think about it. You're being told that you two can fuck whatever way you like, and do it however, and sure, it could be because you're the ringleader, but for some reason, you don't think that's why Artie suggested it.
You just don't know what that reason is.
"I guess Artie just trusts us," Brittany tries, and you chew the inside of your cheek, nodding but her eyes are locked with yours, as if she doesn't even believe it. "It's not like we don't have the experience or anything," she continues with a small shrug, her hands falling to her lap as she crosses one leg on the couch, sitting side on to you. "We just have to talk about what we wanna do."
You gulp, realising that you're so frozen in shock that you haven't thought about how deep this really goes. You didn't think about the specifics and that now Artie's given you the power, it's down to you two and that means communicating on a whole different level. Sure, you both have experience and your own kinks, like everyone does, and you've shared them, so you know she likes being topped, and her hair being pulled. She likes a little bit of rough play and you're totally game with that, but you never thought of what it'd feel like to discuss them with intention and now the time is here.
How the fuck are you supposed to do this? Talk about how you want to fuck each other? In front of a camera, and other people?
There is no book on earth that you could read to help you here. No idiots guide or dummy edition.
"If you want?"
It's asked so quietly, and your eyes shift up to find Brittany hesitant as she looks at you, jaw clenching rhythmically. She's checking if you're okay with this, when all you want to know if she's okay with it. This is totally not normal territory, and you don't know how you feel, so you can't guess her feelings about it either. But if this is going to work, and you're going to continue being best friends and as close as you are now after, you need to communicate clearly and concisely.
So, you're going to do just that. You release a heavy exhale and shove the laptop on the coffee table again, twisting to match your best friend's position so your kneecaps are touching, and your fingers find each other in the gap between, lacing together. It'll be easier to discuss it if she's calming you down by stroking her thumb over the back of your hand or just touching you in general. She always makes everything seem less heavy when she does it.
"This is totally weird, right?" You breathe out, not choosing to say it but glad about it when Brittany grins widely, laughing lightly.
"Yeah, I don't really know how to do this," she replies, squeezing your fingers gently. "How do we start?"
You feel like a virgin again. Like you're about to talk about losing your virginity, even though it did not involve much talking. No-one wanted to sleep with the speckled weirdo who followed around Brittany Pierce, but you found an equally weird girl from another school, and she took a shine to you, even if your best friend didn't approve. Brittany said it wasn't special enough for you, and you remember how you felt back then, sitting on her teenage bed, talking about how you just lost the big V and that marries closely with the feelings you have now.
If you just think how you did back then, you can have this conversation. It might just make you feel like your 18-year-old self again.
(But without the crush on Brittany, obviously.)
(You got over that a while ago.)
"Let's just do it," you force yourself to get out, knowing your thoughts are trailing off and you're only getting more and more nervous the longer you think about what to say, so you just need to speak. "Is there anything specific you want?"
Brittany bites her lip, sucking her cheeks in and you inhale, unaware that you hold it as she answers. "I mean, you know I like being topped," she whispers and your eyebrow quirks, face unable to stop showing the curiosity you know is on there. "But I'm not sure if we should do dirty or hot," she continues and you swear to God your heart explodes. Dirty sex with Brittany is like your ultimate dream, but you really want to see the other side of her where it's hot and intimate. It's literally your choice and you're getting way too hot under the collar to not let your brain wander a little. "What do you think?"
You bring your other leg up, tucking it beneath you and clear your throat, dropping your gaze to your hands as you search your brain for business mode. This really doesn't feel like a business chat and it's hard to remind yourself of that. You're only sleeping together because of a movie, and you've never been in a position where you've had to craft the positions and how you're going to do it, so this is a first.
"I think we should do a little of both," you answer and Brittany smirks in response. You think she wanted you to say that, and it makes you feel better. "I mean, we could start off like, not bothering to undress," you start and try not to squeeze your thighs together at the image painting itself inside your brain. You need to cool down. "So, it's like super hot and then we could utilise the set we're on," you finish but she narrows her eyes. Your answer really wasn't that descriptive, but it's the best you could conjure up. You think you're already getting a hard on at the thought, so to verbalise it will make it ten-fold.
"What about positions?" Brittany mutters, lowering her head and you can see she's pressing you, but it's bothering you that she isn't feeling this pressure. That she isn't weirding out about it like you are. "And how you want to start."
Again, you don't know what to think of that. You haven't prepared for any of this and you're kind of pissed at Artie for making the creative direction decision of handing it over to you. You wouldn't be in this startled position if he'd had your input.
"Like, do you want to kiss?"
The other scenes including kissing, hot and open mouthed and kind of gross in a way because there's always too much tongue in pornos, but you're torn because you didn't want to kiss Brittany for the first time in front of people. Or a camera. Or in that way.
Not that you want to kiss her, but you almost did the other night (or so you think) and that would've been more appropriate, should it happen. That's the only reason you're even thinking this.
"I mean, I guess so," you shrug, trying to seem nonchalant, but you don't think it comes across that way because Brittany jerks her head back but not in like, a bad way. Like she's pleasantly surprised you said yes. "Unless you don't want to."
You only say it to save face, in case she says it isn't necessary, but she shakes her head slowly, holding your eyes and the smile drops into a small one, blue softening at your words.
"I'm okay with that," she follows up, her tone soft but the gaze intense and you go silent, not knowing whether this is that part in a rom com where you lean across and she leans in too, but–
Wait, why the fuck are you thinking this? You're not going to kiss her now because you don't need to.
"Maybe we should've rehearsed," Brittany adds on and this time, you're the one to be shocked. Your neck clicks as you reel it back, eyes widening but she just giggles and you think she's playing it off but you can't be sure. You really don't want to say you've still got time to rehearse, if she's going to laugh at that, too, replying that she's only kidding as there was the opportunity the other night. If she wanted to kiss you, the other night would've been perfect and so you'll make light of it, too. It's the safer option.
"Maybe we wouldn't be so nervous," you laugh out, shrugging your shoulders and Brittany nods her head. Okay, good response, so your safe option was the right option.
"Why are you nervous?" She quirks, but you narrow your eyes, grinning cheekily.
"I could ask you the same thing," you throw back and quirk a brow. You knew she made a sex tape in high school. Some douchebag jock convinced her it was a good idea with a stupid dare, and it wasn't even twenty-four hours before everyone in the entire school saw it, but Brittany played it off. It actually got her an audition for some national commercial somehow. She managed to put a good spin on it and it baffled you, even though you were entirely bothered everyone got to hear about it, but you refused to watch it. It was disrespectful.
(Although that did give you information that will be useful tomorrow.)
"I mean, you did make that little clip in high school," you tease, lifting your hand to poke her in the ribs and she swats you away, blushing furiously but intertwining your fingers together again when they drop back down.
"Don't remind me," Brittany replies, the laughter dying off. "You're lucky it didn't happen to you."
You scrunch up your face, but you know there was no way in hell anyone would've made a sex tape of you. "Did you see me in high school, Britt?" You snort out. "I didn't lose my virginity until I was 18 for good reason."
Brittany's face drops, like she's disappointed and a little offended that you said that, but it's not like it isn't true. During your time at high school, you had a terrible case of acne and these unattractive glasses and had zero social skills, and for some reason you're still not sure of, Brittany had a soft spot for you. She liked you, even when you only met because someone tripped you up and headbutted the back of her shoes when you fell to the floor. It was obviously pity, but you were okay with it because being friends with her was the best thing that ever happened to you, and it came with protection, too.
You only got slushee'd a few times that year.
"Don't say that," the blonde scolds you, and you twist your face up in confusion as she scans over your face. "You've always been beautiful."
See, it's shit like that, that confuses the hell out of you. About a minute ago, you were all hot under the collar at discussing which ways you're going to fuck in front of a room full of people, holding recording equipment, and now your heart is blossoming out of your chest as you remember all the reasons you had a crush on her all those years ago. She's beautiful herself. She's brilliant. She makes this world just that little bit less shitty purely by existing, and to top it off, she actually knows you – bad and all – and is still your best friend.
Fuck knows why. You've always doubted her faith and belief in you.
Still though, when you're sitting here, face to face, holding hands and staring at each other in a situation that can only have been written by a romantic author, it's hard to think of any reasons to not still harbour those feelings for her. She's the same person she always has been, and especially when you're in a conversation that includes having sex with each other, you're finding it harder not to throw caution to the wind and go with your gut instinct. The one telling you to just kiss her.
But you can't.
No, shit. You can't. What the fuck are you doing? This is strictly business, and you can't let anything blur those lines. Not if you want to keep Brittany as your best friend.
"Yeah, yeah," you get out, playing it off with a lift of your shoulders but Brittany just bites her lip, brows pushing together in the middle of her forehead. "Well, I'm thinking we just let it flow," you return back to the topic at hand, back peddling on the way it's currently going. "We've got a busy day, so we should go to bed."
You avoid looking at her whilst you speak, choosing to focus on your hands but hers are still, and you jiggle her fingers around a little until she moves again.
"Yeah, busy day," she repeats and pulls her hands from yours, using them to help herself get up from the couch. But she doesn't walk away like you expect, instead leans down and your eyes flit up to her, the breath catching in your throat as she gazes down at you. She pauses, searching brown eyes and you didn't expect any of this to go the way it has, so for her to be doing this seems fitting and you hold back a gasp when she leans in closer, turning her head to fully press her lips to your cheek, holding for a second.
A second that seems like an hour, and she reels back slowly, her eyes returning to yours and all that thrums through you is the tug to just close the gap. To follow her as she peels back, but you know you get to do it tomorrow. You get to do it regardless, with no consequences, and you think that's the only thing stopping you from doing it.
"Night, San," Brittany whispers, so, so quietly.
She straightens up completely, rounding the couch and finally dropping your vision (as you turn your head to follow her) when she heads down the hallway.
You only wait a few more minutes before doing the same, but the only thing that floods your mind is how much you think rehearsing would've been a good idea.
/
The next day, Holly texts you to tell you she's got cover for yours, Kurt's and Brittany's shifts.
It's one of the better ways to wake up, and you find the blonde out in the hallway as you burst out your door to see her reaction to the message. Except when you see her, you stop in your tracks and the reality of what today brings hits you like a tonne of bricks. She's still wearing the shorts and tank top that she was last night, but all you can think about is what she looks without it and you feel a shudder inside your core, making you blink yourself out of it as you force yourself to look away.
You're going to have sex with her… Today.
The text also contained information that Holly would be shutting up the diner early, just to give you some daylight to prepare in and you decide to lead with that as she's obviously ecstatic that you don't have to work today. Although she's chewing her bottom lip whilst looking at you, so you don't think she's really focusing on that, but you don't want to draw the focus on the thing you were just thinking about.
"We've got the day off," you breathe and Brittany grins widely.
"I know," she steps forward, clutching her hands in front of her and your eyes dart down to the way her fingers are fidgeting. She's nervous.
(Thank God it's not just you.)
"What time is everyone gonna be at the diner?" She continues and you lean against your own door, staring at her from across the hall.
"I'm gonna call Artie and check, but we should get there early," you suggest and Brittany nods her head, not needing an explanation. You think she's probably too distracted. You're pretty distracted too, but you have to keep tunnel vision whilst preparing or the nerves will get the better of you. Plus, you've got to direct – or at least help Artie with directing – two scenes prior to yours, so you really need to focus on that.
"I'll get ready," Brittany replies, and you flash a hesitant smile at her that she mirrors, except her eyes twinkle in a way that makes you think whilst she may be nervous, she's kind of excited, too, but then she whips around and disappears into her bedroom, closing her door behind her.
You dial Artie's number and wait until he answers before doing the same.
/
The diner shuts at 3pm, which is only an hour before its usual closing time, but you'll take it.
Everyone runs around, boom microphones, reflectors and porta lights flying about the room into various corners and areas after the last customer leaves, and you watch Artie tell everyone where to put them, so glad you have him here because there was no way in hell you'd be able to do anything like this. Your idea included a ten-year-old camcorder and the warm diner lighting (which is not suitable) but this is actually insanely professional and you bob your head proudly, watching everyone and everything coming together. There's even covers on the windows, giving you privacy you didn't even think you needed.
This is actually freaking happening. You don't know whether you're flat out terrified or super excited. It's a combination of both.
Anyway, you're sat at the back table, scribbling down some ideas for Sam and Sugar's impending scene – ten minutes and counting – and you can feel the nerves getting the better of you. Holly's stuck around, wanting to get in on the action – sadly, not in the way Sam wanted – but she's been talking to Artie about angles and which lenses to use to get the right focus, and you have no idea what any of it means, but you're thankful for the help.
This script alone is baffling to you.
You're interrupted though by a figure shadowing your paper from the light above, and you turn your head to find Sam there, already dressed up in his casual outfit – which is far too tight in a lot of places – and he's peering at the sheet you're going over, knowing it's his scene. "You made some changes?"
You pick up the paper, holding it out in front of you. "No, just familiarising with it."
Sam grins a lazy smile and takes a seat in front of you, clasping his hands. "I just wanted to say thank you," he starts and you frown at him, but there's a small smile there. "For this opportunity."
"No need to thank me, Sammy," you reply and you guess the guy's okay. He's the only one so far who seems to be genuine. He's a little dumb too, which makes him adorable in a weird way and the fact he's come over just to thank you again for basically paying him to fuck on camera speaks volumes. Still, it feels a little weird because you're not really nice to anyone, except Brittany, but if he's here, then he isn't drooling over her, so you'll take the compliment.
"Feel like it's a big deal, being the first one to film," he bobs his head and you realise he's looking for comfort. Which is weird, because he could probably go to anyone else who is remotely warm – you know you're a cold bitch – but you feel your own type of way about your upcoming scene with your best friend, so you understand it. "Are you nervous for your scene with Britt?"
It's like he's reading your damn mind.
"Obviously. I've never done it in front of people and a camera crew before," you laugh out and Sam takes a second, but then follows with a laugh too but he narrows his eyes.
"Kind of bummed I don't get to do a scene with her."
The mood changes when you process his words, and you feel stupid for letting your guard down around him because it was up in the first place due to his inability to keep his saliva in his mouth whenever Brittany's around. You're not blind, but you're also thinking that if he knows about the deleted scene, then Brittany might too and now you're wondering why she wouldn't bring it up because she seemed like she wanted to, but you're okay with avoiding that.
(That might give you answers that confuse you, and you've been confused enough recently.)
(Last night and the night before that was challenging alone, so you're good with the grey area.)
But you need to answer Sam, and not be shitty about it. "Well, get ready Evans, because you're ready to shoot," you say and tap the paper on the table before climbing to your feet, eying Artie in the corner and heading towards him, leaving the blonde guy behind. Artie turns in his chair, smiling expectantly and you look to Holly who's beside him, grinning at her thankfully again. You actually love that woman. "You guys good to go?"
Artie's face breaks into a wide smile, and he looks like he's about to pee his pants he's so excited. "Ready boss."
You bob your head, and take refuge in the high chair placed behind the cameras, with your name on it.
You could get used to this.
/
Due to the sun still being out, you're forced to cut the breakers on all the lights, bar the one's you've brought with you.
It's not an issue, and gives a night-time feel to the place, but you needed daylight to set up and so Holly really did you another massive favour by shutting up the diner. She's still here, watching over you and you suppose it should be weird, but she's only made this entire experience better so far and it's brought you closer. She suggested Artie using his chair as a slider, allowing smoothness for filming and so far, you're nothing but excited.
Everything's ready, and you see Sam stood by the side, waiting for his entrance as Sugar begins dusting one of the tables, bending over far too much, overdressed in large quantities of make-up with a ridiculous hair do, and it made you laugh because that's the last way you look when you're on shift, but messy hair ups and sweaty upper lips aren't attractive. This is a damn porno, and you're ensuring it's as incredible as it can be.
Artie snaps the clapperboard you're convinced he's always dreamed of having and putting to use, and a deadly silence sets in, just the low sound of the wind as Artie gestures with his arms for Sam to walk in, and then it all begins.
Your heart is thrumming loudly inside your chest, and whereas you thought this would be weird, it doesn't feel like you're watching the introduction to a porno. You don't feel awkward or like you need to find the remote control and switch off the television, but you've got to admit you'd feel less anxious if you knew where Brittany was. That's the only thing killing your vibe as Sam begins chatting away, loudly announcing the script (and badly) the scene ensues. You haven't seen her in the last couple hours, and you find yourself ignoring the twitch in your neck, tugging you to search the darkness for her.
You thought she'd be here for the first scene.
But anyway, you shift your focus into watching as Sugar and Sam begin making out, wincing at how loudly it is next to their microphone and you glance at Holly to find her with a similar expression, Artie too as he rolls past you, grasping the camera that films them from different angles. You jot down a quick note on the clipboard perched on your lap, and tap the pen gently against it as you return your vision to what's going on in front, noting that you may need to redo this scene because they're kissing a lot and you mentally check to remember that during your own scene.
(You're really trying not to think about that.)
(Or how you'll stop kissing Brittany once you'll start. People don't watch pornos for kissing.)
You hear a soft creak behind you, and still instantly when a hand slides behind your seat, bumping your shoulders, but you don't turn. You don't need to, because your body is already less tense than it was a second ago and that can only mean one thing; Brittany's here. She's stood next to you, leaning into your chair a little and you put a foot down to the ground to root yourself, not wanting to screech against the linoleum floor, disturbing the scene, and feel the way her face twists into a smile, warmth coating your body.
And that's when you look at her, and you stifle a gasp that threatens to shoot out your mouth when you realise why you haven't seen her for the past couple of hours. Sam and Sugar are now long forgotten, like everyone else in the room and you force your brain to restart and body to breathe – apparently it needs oxygen – and study Brittany's face, seeing her make up is done and she's looking insanely beautiful with dark eyeshadow, black eyeliner that make her blue eyes even bluer, and blonde hair is curled and wild around her shoulders.
You've seen her in a million outfits, with her hair done multiple ways and you've seen her in all kinds of states, but you honestly don't think she's ever looked this incredible before. There's a gown wrapped around her shoulders, and you really want to ask to take a peek under it because she's obviously spent the past couple hours getting ready for your scene, even though you've just started filming the first take of the first one, but you really don't care.
You're fucking speechless.
"You're staring," she whispers, so quietly that you have to lean towards her, but the corner of your lips are turning up at the side as you remember her saying that last night when you were caught gazing at her on the sofa.
"You're pretty," you reply, repeating your response from last night.
Artie shoots you a glare as he wheels past again, with Kurt pushing him forwards to get a closer look as Sugar begins undressing herself, making eye contact with the camera at all times. You're not sure if it's going to work, but you've got a screen to your left and you don't want to vomit over it, so that's looking good. But it's really hard to focus on what you're supposed to be focused on, now that Brittany's impossibly close, looking drop dead fucking gorgeous and smiling softly at your words, her eyes twinkling as the flit over your face.
Maybe you should've prepared for the distraction. It's not like she doesn't usually distract you on a regular basis.
Brittany leans in, lowering her head and you know she saw Artie throw you a hardened glare, silently telling you off for talking whilst filming, but again, you don't care. She's only a couple inches away from your face, and you can smell the soft perfume wafting up from her skin. "Right back at you," she says, holding your eyes for a long moment before leaning back up and studying Sam and Sugar as they begin their sexual favours, Sugar dropping to her knees and pulling his cock out.
That makes you look away again, Brittany too, and you share a brief cheeky smile with her because this is so freaking unusual.
"She looks good though," she continues, and you know no-one would chastise Brittany because she's Brittany. So, you'll take advantage of that as it means you can talk to her.
Plus, you haven't been able to flirt with your best friend for at least twelve hours, since the sofa incident last night, and she does look insanely hot, and you've got an opening. "You look better."
Brittany grins, which brightens the room in a way that the lights can't, and confusion glitches in your head, pulling you to a locked away area inside your chest. In a few hours, you're going to be wiping that smile from her face in the best way possible, and you'll admit that no amount of focusing on filming the other scenes is helping the way your stomach is knotting up. You've having to put supreme effort into not thinking just about that, and not even the sound of Sam entering Sugar and her moaning distracts you from admiring your best friend.
She looks away though, returning her attention to the scene unfolding and a hand bumps against yours on the armrest, so you loop your pinkie through hers and squeeze.
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Kurt's scene with Spencer doesn't go so smoothly.
At least with Sam and Sugar, you only need a couple retakes and close ups, and didn't actually have to go from start to finish again but with Kurt and Spencer, you start over four times. Brittany made a few comments after the third attempt, and you didn't like how close she got to Sam when he was naked as hell, his thing bouncing around as she helped them get into specific positions with Artie going as close as possible, but you've seen enough pornos to know you need a variety of shots so you allowed it.
Plus, you got to note several things she pointed out that Sugar might like. Sam may have a ginormous thing and can body roll, but somehow his rhythm is off.
But anyway, you get to take four of Kurt and Spencer, with Kurt fucking giggling at one point which totally ruins the scene but makes everyone laugh and you start to feel a little less tense. Up until now, you've been burying your head into directing and trying not to think about your scene with Brittany which is like, right after this one, and half of you thinks you prolong their time together just to prepare yourself a little more.
You hope that it'll be as light and easy as this. Sure, the first three takes weren't as smooth, but Brittany made it better and so did Holly, interjecting with certain remarks about either the script or the actions they're doing, and by the end of take five, you manage to get it all, everyone high-fiving each other as you wrap up.
However, after celebrating and Artie yelling for everyone to get ready for the next scene, it hits you like a ten-tonne brick. It's your scene next and you haven't even got ready. Brittany obviously did a few hours ago, which she'll now need a touch up on but she looks phenomenal and you're not sure how to make a delivery driver outfit look sexy, so you've got to change. You're going to pale in comparison to her regardless, but you want to look good for her in this.
(Even if she already told you she's not going to have any issues reacting to you.)
Your body goes on automatic as you clamber down from the chair and head over to the temporary make-up stations in the locker room. You told Artie you wanted to do your own, seeing as Dani was the one helping everyone with their choices, but you felt a little weird about it. Halfway through the four attempts at getting the second scene, Holly had come over to you with a clipboard and a call sheet for tomorrow, outlining the scenes for tomorrow and you saw that you and Dani would be the second scene shot tomorrow.
And if you're honest, you're dreading it a little. You don't know how you're going to go from today, having sex with Brittany, to tomorrow, having sex with Dani. Something about it doesn't feel right.
Though you don't get to ponder on it for long, because then there's hands on you shoulders, breaking you out of your thoughts and your eyes snap to the mirror in front of you, finding a pair of dark eyes beaming back at you and a small smile.
"Hey gorgeous," Dani whispers and you're glad it's not Brittany, because you want to doll yourself up for her before she sees you, but you're also kind of disappointed.
Although you've taken yourself off for some alone time, so maybe she has, too. You haven't seen her since Artie called everyone to get ready.
"Hey," you stutter out, fiddling with a few make-up brushes and picking one out to dust along your cheekbones. "Heard you helped Brittany get ready."
You didn't, but you assumed she did, and you don't really know why she's come over to you whilst you're getting ready, but you need to say something to speed this conversation up. You kind of wanted alone time and every time you make eye contact with the girl, she eye fucks the hell out of you. That's not something you can deal with right before having sex with your best friend on camera, or at all, if you're honest. As smoking as she is, you haven't exactly been chasing for her attention as one, it's already there, but two, since you found out you'd be crossing that line with Brittany, that's been taking up your thoughts.
"I did. She looks hot," Dani agrees, folding her arms over her chest and tilting her head to the side as she looks at you through the mirror. You know. You've seen Brittany. "Are you looking forward to your scene?"
She twists and rests her butt against the table beside you, and you instinctively shift over to the side, ignoring the twitch in your neck to check if anyone's peering in on you. You think you'd welcome an interruption right now. Not Brittany though. Or this could look weird.
"Bit nerve wracking doing it on film for the first time," you reply, chuckling nervously. Understatement of the century, and slightly incorrect. You're more nervous that it's Brittany, not that you'll be recorded whilst doing it. "But Britt and I are best friends, so."
Dani narrows her eyes, chewing her lip as she studies you for a second. "Is that it?"
You're not sure if she's asking for her benefit, or for yours, but it's not a question you haven't been asked before, even if this time it feels a little strange to give the same response. "Obviously," you drone and suck in your cheeks, applying bronzer and a little bit of highlighter beneath your eyes. Brittany likes it when you have a lightness contrasting the darkness of your brown orbs. "Will just be weird crossing that line."
"Well," Dani drops her hands down, palms grasping the edge of the table and she leans into you, smirking. "Our scene is tomorrow, and I'm not your best friend," she lowers her tone and you gulp audibly. "So you don't need to worry about crossing any lines with me," she dips her head even further and bites her bottom lip, eyes flitting between yours. "You can do whatever you want with me."
Your body stills at the words, and you're a flirty person, you enjoy light flirtation, but you weren't expecting that. Usually, you'd jump on the offer and find use for the storage closet at the end of the room, but she just makes you feel guilty. She makes you feel weird for highlighting that you two will be doing the same thing as you and Brittany are going to do. Like it's lessening the importance of the upcoming scene and you shouldn't feel like an idiot, but you do.
You need to remember this is just for the movie. Nothing else.
"Yeah, gonna be interesting," you settle on. You don't want to have too much of an opinion because you feel like it wouldn't be right to chase after Dani, and even if you thought you were going to, you'd need to check that it's not like, breaking the rules or whatever. You may all be working together and fucking each other, but that's for business and so seeking it out for personal pleasure might cause issues.
That's what you're telling yourself anyway. You don't think Brittany would be too happy with you hitting on Dani.
So, you don't, and finish up your make-up with a thin layer of lip gloss, puckering your lips at the reflection before letting your hair fall down in loose waves around your shoulders. You know you've got to put on a baseball cap, so it doesn't matter too much how you have your hair, but you want to look good for Brittany.
"Santana! You're up!"
You jolt in your seat, grasping the table to steady yourself and Dani giggles before eying you up and down with purpose. Her blink is slow, like the smile that grows on her lips as she meets your eye again and she reaches out to grab at one of your hands, setting it on the back and squeezing gently to earn your gaze. "If you wanna run some lines with me later on tonight, let me know," she whispers, voice laced with intention and then she's winking and whisking away as Artie continuously calls your name.
You don't miss what she really means, because you said it Brittany the other night in hopes she'd say yes, but that also means you don't know how to feel about it.
Would it be wrong to flirt with Dani? Would Brittany care? Or would she just laugh it off, like she did the other night?
No. That doesn't matter. You can't confuse yourself more and this is just business and sex. You've always been able to separate your emotions when it comes to the two and you can do it. Right now, you've got to go and get into your outfit, sex yourself up and give yourself a little pep talk, maybe even prepare a little down there so you don't have to consider failing to get it up after getting in front of the camera, and then you've got to get on set.
You've totally got this.
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