Hey guys…so this is my first fanfic and I'm kinda nervous. I hope you like it. Please review and tell me what you think

Disclaimer: don't own glee...would be cool though!

Chapter 1

"Whow, whow, whow! What the hell, Britt?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "I aints going to that snor-fest! Not happening!"

I was lying belly-down on my bed, hovering over a people's magazine I had been reading right up till a few minutes ago, when Brittany had come bursting in all excited. She was still jumping up and down, clapping her hands like crazy and beaming down at me.

She could not be serious, could she? A party at Finn's house? I mean he used to be kinda cool. You know like way back when he was still the one and only star-Quarterback and not dating Manhands.

I had even been to some not half-bad parties at his house, but they hadn't been controlled by the most annoying dwarf the world has ever seen. And believe me… there is no way this party wouldn't have the stink of Berry all over it, I don't think Finnderella even breathed without checking with her first.

"Please, please, pleeeeaase!" Brittany hopped onto the bed, which resulted in me getting thrown about a foot into the air and my magazine off the bed.

"Britt!" I half laughed, half huffed while turning around onto my back to keep an eye on Brittany who was bouncing up and down. "Quit it! You're gonna squash me!"

"No I'm no-hot!" Brittany sing-sanged.

She lied down next to me however. In fact she lied down pretty closely and when I looked up into her face I saw that she didn't have that giddy smile anymore.

The smile she was wearing now was quite different. Coy and smug and unbelievingly sexy.

Propped up on her left elbow she bent her head low over mine until she was so close I could feel her breath on my cheek. It sent goose bumps all the way down my spine.

I hated it when that happened. Scratch that… I loved it. I just hated that she had this control over me. Or – to be more precise – I hated that it was so obvious that she had this control over me.

If I didn't watch out everybody would be able to tell soon! They would know that it was really Brittany who called the shots in our friendship most of the time. Like everybody! The whole Glee-club for example and … oh my god … my parents! They'd probably all totally draw the wrong conclusions and think I was like whipped or something.

They already suspected Britt and I were more than just friends, just cause Britt had let it slip that we occasionally slept together! Geez! A girl has needs alright! I mean it's not like this is something serious… she's my best friend for crying out loud!

Right then however I was jerked out of these exhausting thoughts, when her amazingly soft lips graced my right ear and she whispered in her most seductive voice

"I could do something else to you though. If you wanted me to." Holy shit, she's hot when she does that!

Even though it felt like all my breath had left my body I managed to choke out "Stop it, Britt." My attempt at an order sounded less like an order but more like a plea. Okay, seriously…really, really hate this.

I drew in a shaky breath and cleared my throat. "I know what you're trying to do and I am not gonna give in to your flirting. You can bash your eyelashes all you want, there is just no way in hell you're dragging me to that disaster waiting to happen!"

"Not even if I do this?"

She put her lips to the spot right below my ear and I involuntarily let out a little sigh. Damn it! She knows me so well.

The fingers of her right hand had started drawing little patterns on my abs and ribs. The way they lightly trailed over my shirt made me want to rip it off to fully experience her touch on my skin. I couldn't help but lean into her and as I did so my arms snaked around her waist, pulling her closer.

She instantly knew she had won. Smiling victoriously she detached her lips from my neck, only to cover mine with them in a passionate kiss. I shuttered slightly and pulled her even closer wanting there to be no space left between our bodies.

Her left hand was now entangled in my hair, grabbing my neck to hold my head in place as she shifted slightly to position herself on top of me, never breaking our kiss. Her right leg between both of mine and with my hand still on the small of her back, I pressed her body into mine.

My senses were so heightened. I could feel everything. Her warmth radiating from her dancer body, her left hand massaging my neck, her right hand ever so subtly inching up my shirt and her tongue running over my lips, demanding access. I immediately granted it and let out a quiet moan when our tongues found each other.

I had kissed a lot of boys, but none of them kissed like Brittany did. Not one of them. Her soft lips, her warm, skillful tongue and her intoxicating taste. They were the reasons why, from the first kiss on, I had been hooked. Hooked on her. Well, not really her. Just her kisses. She's a good kisser, that's all.

As our kisses grew more and more passionate her hand pushed my shirt higher up my body until the bottom of my bra was showing. She again trailed figures over my abs, only this time they really were on my bare skin. It burned. Everywhere her fingers touched left my skin burning like it was on fire. It didn't hurt, it just made me feel hot and dizzy.

When she took my lower lip between her teeth and bit me playfully my breath got caught in my throat and I felt another shutter going through my body. My hands that had been travelling up and down her back grabbed fists of her shirt to contain the tension that was building up between my legs. My head started to get cloudy as I thrashed my tongue back into her mouth and felt her body shiver as she moaned eagerly, wanting me to keep going.

But I couldn't. It wasn't like I didn't enjoy our occasional make-out sessions, because I did. God, I really did. It was just that lately they hadn't been that occasional anymore. They had actually pretty much been a daily thing and I just couldn't have that. Britt would start to think that they meant something to me, which they didn't. Well, duuh! It's not like I'm in love with her or something!

So I gathered up all my remaining will-power – which was hardly any – and stopped my hands from grabbing her ass, directing them to push her off of me instead. I immediately missed the pressure and heat of her body against mine as I wiggled out from under her and landed somewhat ungracefully on the floor next to my bed.

She looked a bit taken aback and maybe even hurt so I hurriedly said "Alright, alright fine! You win. I'll go to the stupid party with you. Now get out of here before I change my mind."

It wasn't exactly nice, but it was what Coach always told us when she wanted to get rid of us but also wanted to let us down easy. And I really needed to get rid of her so I could cool off. I made sure I said it with a smile though, so Brittany would know I didn't mean anything by it. After all, this cooling off business was my problem and not hers and certainly not her fault. Well… of course it was sort of her fault, but I meant not like in a bad way.

Her face lit up and she jumped off the bed and hugged me real tight. Not helping the cooling off here, Britt! I tried to smile while she squealed "Oh my god, yay! We're gonna have sooooo much fun! Promise!" She jumped some more and then she twirled around and ran over to where she had dropped her backpack next to the door and brought it with her to the middle of my room, where she sat down cross-legged and patted the spot by her side for me to join her.

"Britt? Come on seriously I got some stuff to do." I actually didn't, but like I said, I really needed not to be near her as much right now. Her face crumbled up in confusion. "But you said you'd help me study for our math test. You know how I keep mixing stuff up…" her voice trailed off, somewhat sad.

Oh fuck, right I did promise her that. "Oh, right. Okay fine... I uum… I can do that stuff I have to do later anyway… "I mumbled hastily. "And you do know how to do it, Britt! You're just all nerves!"

It was true. Most of Brittany's issues with math – or school in general for that matter – had almost entirely to do with her nerves. Whether it was having to write a test or at the blackboard or even just her homework, which the teacher might request to see, Brittany just froze up.

Her mum had told me once that she had always sort of been like that, but that it had gotten worse after this incident that had happened to her in second grade. Her mom hadn't wanted to tell me what it was in case Britt wasn't okay with me knowing, but like a year back, Britt had confided in me and told me all about it.

Like her mom had said, it had happened in second grade. She had been sick this one time but had still gone to school and then when the teacher had called on her to come to the front and speak or something she had puked all over his shoes. Until sixth grade the other students had kept calling her Brittany "Pukes" instead of Brittany Pierce.

So now she hated doing anything of that sort and the fear had turned into habit and at some point she had simply been doing it for too long so that she just hadn't been able to catch up, which had resulted in her getting frustrated and unmotivated and everybody else thinking she was stupid and calling her so.

Well, and the other reason was that Britt just got unbelievably fast distracted. She could seriously be thinking of one thing and be distracted by another thought shooting into her head before the first one had even had the chance to be verbalized.

"Yeah, but still! You promised and even if it is nerves, not studying won't help me then, will it? Plus… I totally dig the whole 'teacher-you'. It's hot." Brittany's reply brought me back to the present. I refocused my eyes on her and watched her giggle in confusion. "What's so funny, Britt?" I asked, raising my left eyebrow at her.

"It's just … that … we were like talking about math, and then I said plus! But I didn't mean the math plus I meant the English plus…you know, the word." At this she stopped giggling and wrinkled her forehead. "Whow…hey San"

"What ?" I asked smirking. I loved her confused face. It was so darn cute.

"I just confused myself. Like when I said I didn't mean math-plus, but the word plus? I just realized that the math-plus is a word too, so how do you explain what the difference is? " She looked up at me expectantly as I was still standing a few feet away from her position on the floor, leaning against my desk chair.

That was a good question. Brittany almost always asked good questions only everybody else was too stupid to get the logic behind them. That really pissed me off at times. I pushed myself off the back of the chair and went over to sit with her.

"Hmmm, good question, Britt. I don't know. Maybe you could say like: the one is the word for the sign you use in math and the other is for the literary use…or something. I don't know. I mean, it sort of means the same thing anyway. That you want to add something. I guess the difference is that one time it is a number and the other time it's a word or an argument, right?"

Brittany had followed my speculations with a highly concentrated look on her face, unconsciously nodding to what I was saying. "You're so smart, San. You're like my mum's kitchen cleaner!"

I decided to let that one go for now.

Thanks for reading :) do you think i should continue?