Rumor Has It

Chapter 10

(Brittany's POV)

After doing some Facebook and Snapchat stalking I found out where she lived. And turns out it's literally only a block away. I hugged Quinn goodbye and began walking down the bustling sidewalk. It was pretty chilly outside. I hugged into my pea coat before reaching her apartment building. I saw in the background of a Facebook post that her room number was 711. Which is on the 3rd floor. I began my walk up the stairs.

I stopped in front of the door. I hope this was a good idea. I mean with everything going on I don't want her to be alone. I stood there for a moment longer before knocking on the door. A few seconds passed before a tired brunette opened the door. Her hair was in a messy bun. She had no makeup on and she was in grey sweats and a sports bra. Everything about her was attractive.

"Brittany?" Her eyes widened and her brow cocked. I just stood there awkwardly. "What are you doing here?" She crossed her arms over her stomach. Probably because it was cold. Speaking of cold I was starting to shiver now.

"Come in please." She pulled me in the door. "It's freezing out there." It really wasn't too cold but she is in a sports bra. "It's not that bad." I smirked looking over at her. She rolled her eyes playfully and walked into the living room. Her apartment was actually really nice. Not as big as me and Quinn's but definitely more put together. "Sick apartment." I exclaimed looking around. She smirked and sat down on her white leather couch. "Why thank you." I sat down next to her. She just stared at me expectingly. It was kinda starting to freak me out.

"What?" I asked hesitantly. "Are you not gonna tell me why you just randomly showed up at my apartment?" I blushed and looked down. "Oh yeah I forgot about that part." She giggled.

"Well when you called I kinda got really mad" she looked at me as to tell me to keep going. "I don't know what I was going to do but I wanted to give Celeste a piece of my mind, but Quinn stopped me. So Instead of finding Celeste I decided to find you. Because your the only person I need to see right now." I grinned at my words. I looked up to see a face eating smile on her face. Her cheeks were bright pink. Did I just make the Santana Lopez blush?

"What?" I giggled bashfully. She still didn't say anything. I looked down at my hands with a blush on my face. I felt her scoot closer to me on the couch. Then her hand grab mine. I smiled and looked up. My stomach dropped when I felt plump, soft lips crash into mine. My breath caught in my throat. I couldn't process what was happening.

But before I knew it, I was grabbing her face and kissing her back. I've been waiting for this moment. It feels so amazing. I smiled as we got more into the kiss. I slowly pulled back. The blush on my face was impossible to conceal. I looked into her eyes. The blush was just as relevant on her face. We let out bashful giggles.

"I don't even know what to say." She chuckled and looked over at me. "I've been waiting for that for so long." I smiled widely. She bit her lip trying to contain her own smile. "I've wanted to do that since the day I met you." It was my turn to blush again.

"Do it again." She quirked her brow at me but immediately leaned in again, connecting our lips. I couldn't get enough of this. I rested my hands on her waist. She brought her hand to my jawline and started tracing it. I didn't even know I had so many weaknesses. But she sure as hell knew how to find them. We pulled back reluctantly. She ran her thumb over my cheek and smiled.

"So did I make you feel better?" She giggled goofily. It was music to my ears.

"Very much so." I smiled and pulled her close to me, connecting our lips for a chaste kiss.

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Me and Santana laid on the couch together for the rest of the day. Just talking and laughing, and an occasional make out session. Quite a few make out sessions actually. It was around 8:00 now so I probably needed to start getting home. We were currently sitting on the couch watching a random housewife episode. She had her head resting on my shoulder. I looked down at her and smiled. I could get used to this.