Rumor Has It

Chapter 8

(Brittany's POV)

We were all sprawled across the carpet of the nursery. We had spent the past 4 and a half hours setting this thing up! I do have to admit though, we did a pretty good job. The nursery contained light grays and pastel pinks. It was perfect.

"I have to get out of here" Santana exclaimed getting up. "If I look at one more baby onesie I might just explode." I giggled and stood up as well, helping Quinn to her feet. I went to walk out but Quinn grabbed my wrist.

"Thank you, B." She smiled. "I honestly don't know what I would have done if you weren't here. You have really made my life so amazing." Hearing those words made me want to cry. But like a good cry. "Q, don't thank me!" I grabbed both of her hands. "I would do it all over again." I looked deeply into her pale blue eyes. A single tear fell from her eye.

"Q, don't cry!" I pulled her into a hug. I hate seeing her cry. It's been happening a lot lately though so I'm kinda used to it. "I'm sorry B" she sniffled. "I'm just so emotional right now!" She whined. It was adorable seeing her whine like that but I still hated seeing her crying. "It's okay, I'll just have to call Santana in here to knock some sense into you." I teased. She gave me a 'you wouldn't dare' look. "Ohhh Santanaaa" I yelled for the brunette. Quinn brought her hands to her temples. "I'm going to kill you Britta- Oh heyyy Santana" she gave a forced smile.

"You needed me?" She asked leaning against the doorframe. Which was really hot.

"Oh yes Quinny here needs a little pep talk from the pep talker herself." I smirked at Santana. Quinn looked back at me and glared. I just giggled and pushed her towards Santana. Santana was now smirking too. "Come hereee Quinn." Santana teased. She grabbed Quinn's wrist and pulled her to the living room. Quinn's gonna kill me.

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After about 15 minutes of Santana ranting to Quinn about how she's being a little baby (jokes of course), we decided to just chill and watch a movie. We all got settled on the sectional. "What movie should we watch?" Quinn looked in me and Santana's direction. "Oh what's that new movie? Uhhh-Oh! 356 Days I think?" I suggested. I haven't seen it yet and I've been meaning to watch it. Quinn nodded in response. I looked over at Santana who's eyes were wide and was stifling a laugh.

"What's so funny?" I ask. She brings her hand up to cover her mouth. "Nothing, I've just seen this movie." She couldn't stop gigging. I cocked my brow and looked over at Quinn. She had the same confused look on her face as I did. We looked back at Santana. She was now eyeing both of us. "Just..play the movie." She gestured to the flatscreen and laid back against the couch.

We were about an hour into the movie. It was NOT what I expected at all. Quinn was laying on one end of the couch while Santana and I were laying on the other. Santana was laying horizontal from me and I had my head resting on her lap while she played with my hair. It was really relaxing and if this movie wasn't so intense I would have fallen asleep. Intense things were currently happening on the flatscreen. Quinn and Santana seemed to be entertained by it but I just looked at it wide eyed.

I wasn't necessarily uncomfortable. But my legs were clenched tight together. My whole body was stiff. I didn't want to say it was turning me on, but it was turning me on. Santana must have noticed how tense I was. She began dragging her nails up and down my back attempting to calm me down. But it just made it worse. I shifted slightly causing her to look down at me. Jesus get it together Brittany.

She leans down and whispers something right against my ear.

"Are you okay?" Her voice came out husky. I turned my head slightly to look at her. I've never seen her eyes like this before. They were full of lust. And to add to everything, I was only inches away from her lips. My eyes flickered down to them. I looked back up to see her eyes staring at mine. Her hand was now under my shirt. Dragging up and down my spine. I had chills all over my body.

I looked back into her eyes. I wanted her. I've never wanted her more than right now. And just before I could make a move, she started leaning in. Time seemed to stop. All I was focused on was the girl in front of me. My heart was going a mile a minute. I felt her breath on my lips an-

Knock knock knock

Are you fucking kidding me. Are you actually fucking kidding me. It was about to happen. Santana and I were about to kiss, but no. I was so beyond pissed, and Santana was too. We separated when we saw Quinn get up to see who was at the door. I looked over at Santana who had her elbow on the armrest of the couch, and her head in her hand. She looked cute frustrated, but it still sucked.

I glanced over at Quinn who was now peaking through the peep hole. "Who is it?" I asked eagerly. She opened the door revealing a pizza guy. Really. Me and Santana's moment was ruined because of a fucking PIZZA GUY. I hate it here. Santana huffed in disbelief. It seemed like she was having the same thoughts as me. I glanced over at the brunette and gave her a lopsided grin. She returned the gesture.

"Hey Britt can you hand me my wallet?" Quinn asked from the door. I got up and fixed my shirt, immediately feeling the nerves between my legs. I basically stumbled over to Quinn's wallet, drawing in a chuckled from the Latina. Quinn payed for the pizza and brought it over to the coffee table. She sat down next to me and smirked. I cocked a brow at her as she opened the pizza box. We all took a piece out and started eating. She kept glancing over at Santana and I. The smirk wouldn't leave the blondes face.

It was starting to creep me out honestly. I could tell it was creeping Santana out too because she kept glancing over at Quinn with a wary expression. I didn't blame her. Quinn was low-key being a grade A creep.

"Okay what the hell Q, why do you keep looking at me like that?" She just laughed in response.

"Oh nothing. I just hope that my pizza didn't interrupt anything." She side eyed Santana and I.

I am so going to kill her.