THE 3

11 shut up

Santana: so your staying? *smiles*
Brittany: yeah but I wanna talk *looks down*
Santana: okey go and talk *kisses her neck*
Brittany: Santana please I really wanna talk to you
Santana: okey okey sorry *stop kissing her*
Brittany: what are we? *looks down*
Santana: why do you wanna know?
Brittany: well I like you a lot
Santana; I like you to
Brittany: then why aren't we together?
Santana: my dad think when I'm 18 I'm old enough to have a girlfriend not just a girlfriend but someone who's stays forever
Brittany; *smiles* that is sweet
Santana; yeah well so I'm 17 and if he see us he won't like it
Brittany; I really wanna be with you Santana *looks down*
Santana: *smiles* your so cute
Brittany: *looks at her* I'm serious Santana
Santana: I know baby *kisses her soft*
Brittany; *kisses back*
Santana: *pulls her close*
Brittany; *looks at her* I love you
Santana; *looks down*
Brittany: hey what's wrong?
Santana; do you mean it? *looks down*
Brittany; yeah of course why shoot I lie?
Santana: the real reason my dad is like this is because I got hurt a lot so he said I can have a girlfriend when I'm 18 *looks down*
Brittany: I will never hurt you
Santana: I want to believe you but lot of people said that to me *looks at her*
Brittany: *looks down* I'm sorry
Santana: *lift her chin up and kisses her soft* don't be
Brittany; I don't like it when someone hurt you
Santana; and you won't right?
Brittany: *shakes her head* never
Santana: *smiles* I love you to
Brittany: *smiles big*
Santana; but
Brittany: I understand now one has to know
Santana; yet *kisses her soft*
Brittany: *smiles in the kiss*
Santana: *slowly pulls away*
Brittany; so you gonna be nice on school? *smiles*
Santana: no *rolls her eyes* loser
Brittany; why not?
Santana: I thought you like my bitchy side
Brittany: yeah but....
Santana: no buts loser *lays on bed* let's sleep
Brittany; *lays on her bed*
Santana; *spoons her* night babe
Brittany: night loser
Santana: shut up

-next day-
Santana: *slowly wakes up and sees a blond girl in her arms and smiles*
Brittany; I can feel your eyes *eyes are close*
Santana; sorry *kisses her head*
Brittany: it's okey *opens her eyes and smiles at her*
Santana; *hears the door bel* wait I will get that *stands up takes some clothes and walks down*

-Santana opens the door-
???: hey *smiles*
Santana: *wide eyes* what are you doing here?
???: not happy to see me? *wants to walk inside*
Santana: wait! *stops her*
???: what's wrong with you why can't..... Oh I understand who is she *smirks*
Santana: shut the fuck up Quinn! *blushes*
Quinn; i wanna see her *walks inside*
Santana: Quinn I'm damn serious not now *runs after her*
Quinn; oh shut up *runs upstairs*
Santana: I'm not kidding Quinn come back *runs upstairs*
Quinn; *opens the door*
Santana; Quinn *looks inside her room*
Quinn: were is she? *looks around but sees no one*
Santana: there is no one *looks around*
Quinn: so this are you panties? *holds Britts pantie in the air*
Santana; yeah *blushes*
Quinn: where is she *looks around*
Santana: Quinn believe me *looks around to*
Brittany: *hides under the bed*
Quinn; okey if you say so *looks at her*
Santana; *sighs in relief* you can go
Quinn: no I will stay here for a while I think *sits on bed*
Santana: *rolls her eyes*
Quinn; *smells* I smell perfume *looks at santana*
Santana: yeah so?
Quinn: but it's not yours *looks at her*
Santana: maybe I have a new one *looks at her*
Quinn: no you always have Chanel number 4 *smells again* this is Dior
Santana: no you getting crazy Quinn
Quinn; yeah? Than why are you laying to me? *stands up*