A Study Of Attraction

Chapter 5

Brittany hangs up the call from Santana with a smile on her face. She's definitely looking forward to their date tomorrow. Way too excited about it to be concerned that Santana probably thinks she's a complete pervert (Santana still agreed to go on the date even after Brittany essentially accused her of literally being a complete wanker, so maybe Santana's into that kind of thing).

She flops down on her bed – what little part of it she can flop onto with Lord Tubbington in the middle, anyway – and lets out a wistful sigh. One that does not go unnoticed by the roommate standing by her door.

"Sounds like someone's gonna get some." Puck states from the doorway, wagging his eyebrows at

her with a slight hint of pride in his voice.

Brittany giggles and rolls her eyes. "No. Well, maybe. But it's not like that." Puck takes the response as an invitation to talk and makes his way into her room, grabbing the seat at her desk.

"Dude or chick?" He asks evenly as he sits down. Brittany drags herself into a sitting position on the edge of her bed before she replies.

"Chick." she responds, slightly bashful.

Brittany's never had any problems being open about her sexuality – she likes who she likes, and if they like her back then hey, awesome. Everyone who knows is fine with it to her knowledge, including the people she's living with (the only time it's ever been an issue for the self-proclaimed "sex shark" roommate was that one time just after she first moved in when Brittany out-swam him and accidentally talked his pending one-night stand into bed while Puck was in the bathroom. Puck agreed to forgive her when Brittany agreed to give him a graphic blow-by-blow, and promised she'd try her best to never let it happen again).

But her bashfulness has nothing to do with the fact that Santana's a female and more to do with the fact that she's gorgeous. Brittany knows that looks don't matter, and her growing attraction to Santana isn't just based on looks, but also on her sharp personality, her sense of humour, her confidence, and then her random acts of complete dorkiness (like really, she's never met anyone so outstandingly clutzy, including herself). But she's got to admit, however shallow it sounds, that Santana Lopez is, in a word:

"Hot." Puck responds with a smirk, but Brittany knows he's just fronting. Puck's all talk (when he's not trying to reel in a girl or out-do the other guys, he's actually kind of sweet). Though it did take Brittany longer than she would have liked to find that out, as for the first few weeks of cohabitation Puck spent every moment they were in the same room trying to reel her in - much to the annoyance of their other housemate.

"What are you losers up to in here? And why wasn't I invited?" Mercedes demands from the hallway, her hands on her hips, just pretending to be offended. Brittany meets her eyes with an over-apologetic expression and pats the space on the bed next to her. Mercedes huffs out a laugh, drops her arms and heads over. She clips Puck lightly around the back of the head as she passes him - just because - before settling in between Brittany and her obese cat (which is so not his fault, he's just big boned).

"Britt's got a date." Puck announces.

"Ooh, is he cute?" Mercedes is practically bouncing up and down at the opportunity for girl talk.

"She is pretty adorable. And hot. Hotdorable!" Brittany looks all too proud at her new lexical creation. Puck gasps in amazement looking at Brittany like her ability to mash-up words makes her cooler than Jesus. Mercedes just chuckles.

"Sure. When's the date? Who's the girl? Anyone we know? Who asked who? What are you going to wear? Is it a real date or just a means to a happy ending?" Mercedes' love of getting every detail about a situation in a single piece of dialogue was second only to her love of tater tots (the girl fucking loved her tots, okay?)

"It's tomorrow night. It's a girl who was doing a psych experiment, I gave her my number and then asked her in person anyway. I don't know, but I was thinking gloves and at least one hat, maybe shorts, definitely something stripy because stripes are awesome. And it's a real date." Brittany finishes proudly, confident that she covered everything. Mercedes had turned slightly pale at the mention of Brittany's outfit plans, but did her best to power through it.

A snore from behind Mercedes brought both girls' attention towards Puck, who'd dozed off at some point between the answers to "who asked who" and "what are you going to wear". Mercedes grabbed a cushion from the bed and threw it at his face, making him jerk awake, before she turned back to Brittany.

"Okay well it's getting late so I'm gonna get my snooze on. Have a nice date and if you do get lucky, keep it down." Mercedes said as she and Puck both stood up to leave.

Puck leaned in towards Brittany with a cheeky look on his face. "I will pay you ten dollars to ignore that last part."

"Puck!" Mercedes quickly grabbed another cushion to launch at the boy, and Puck took that as his cue for last words. Brittany just laughed watching her roommates go at each other.

"Twenty if you can get her to moan my name!" Puck yelled before dashing out of the room, barely dodging the barrage of cushions and other soft missiles aimed at him by the diva who'd helped herself to Brittany's socks as ammo before chasing after him.

Brittany eventually fell asleep curled around her fatdorable cat, and dreamt that on a date to a huge laboratory Santana kept tripping over thin air (and Brittany kept catching her).

A/N: I can't apologise enough for the wait or for the fact that we're still not quite at the date yet! I feel like such an asshole. This chapter was absolutely filler (though it was going to be at the start of another chapter but I just wanted to put something out). I thought writing from Brittany's side (rather than just San's) might help my epic writer's block. I don't think it did but I did have fun choosing her roommates.

The date is next chapter (I promise!) but every time I think of writing it I kind of freeze up so it might end up short and crappy and take a while but once it's out of the way things might go faster and if it does happen like that I'll give them another more awesome date later on, I swear! I do know where I want this story to go but I've been busy and misplaced some of my notes so bear with me!

TL;DR: I suck, this is filler, date next chapter, might be terrible, thanks for reading!