I MADE A FUNNY JOKE ABOUT STUDYING FOR ITALIAN<333
like that would ever happen.
seriously.
hystericalllll(:

Title: Taking Chances
Pairing: Santana/Brittany
Rating: R
Summary: Brittany and Santana have some unexpected fun after practice
Spoilers: No spoilers!

Brittany laid sprawled out in the middle of the stage. Glee Club had ended and everyone had left. She was about to leave herself when she noticed that Santana had accidentally forgotten her bag in the auditorium. Brittany wasn’t about to let this possible chance go to waste. Just as she expected, she heard the door open and Santana’s feet padding across the floor.

“Oh!” Santana sounded surprised when she stumbled upon Brittany, just laying there. Brittany smiled up at her and Santana sat down. “What are you still doing here?”

“Waiting for you,” Brittany said, propping herself up on her elbow. She watched Santana’s facial expression change from curious to slightly anxious and smiled, realizing she still made her Santy nervous. Her hand lightly flitted up to the brunette’s cheek and drew it downward. Santana’s breath caught and her pulse sped up. Their noses touched.

“Brittany…” she breathed. Brittany’s eyes fluttered close. She wasn’t letting Santana get away this time. This was going to happen. Santana tried to stand but Brittany stopped her, pressing her lips lightly to her friend’s to hold her in place. Santana seemed stunned at first but was quickly kissing back. Brittany laid back and pulled her friend on top of her. Within minutes their clothes were piled next to them on the floor. Santana was trembling in Brittany’s arms. They had come close to doing this before but it had been quickly interrupted at Quinn’s sleepover when she reminded them that even though they weren’t wearing anything, she could still see them. Santana blushed from the memory.

While Santana was busy thinking about other things - like getting caught - Brittany had managed to lay Santana on her back and crawl on top of her. She wasn’t wasting time. She loved the sound of Santana’s sudden gasp as two of her fingers sank into the girl. She kissed Santana and let out a throaty moan as Santana’s fingers suddenly found themselves in Brittany. Brittany’s fingers went faster as the pleasure escalated between them. Their moans were deep and filled with the pent up sexual tension that had been between them for months.

When it was over, they laid there breathing heavily and planting lazy kisses on random parts of each other’s bodies. Santana looked in Brittany’s eyes and saw a puzzling expression on her face.

“What is it, babe?” she asked her quietly. Brittany thought for a second.

“Since we had sex, does that mean we’re dating?”

this is legit one of the best days of my life thus far. love, love, love this very moment in time

secrets tomorrow.
woo

Seeing the closing show was like the single most intense thing I've ever gotten to do. The show had so much energy and the single most amazing audience everrr. I loved every second (and cried every second.) I got lots and lots of pictures which is super great(: AND I got to meet Steve Kazee which was holy crap amazing. I was so excited. We talked for like..ever. It was amazing. HE was amazing. I love himmmmm!

( Pictures! )

Dear God,

Billy Mays died.
I'm not sure how to react to this week.
Someone please stop the insanity.
I would like it if people stopped dying now, God.
Thanks.

Sincerely,
A concerned human.

GUH.  waiting for secrets ):  might as well have some fun and make some lists.

bad things RAWR -

• michael jackson.  what the hell?  gahh i'm gonna cry ):
• where are my secrets?  i don't enjoy this.
• farrah, too?  seriously, God?
• it was twenty degrees warmer in CANADA than it is at home.
• i've seen basically only sun for the past four days and now i have to go home to rain.
• said rain will last till at least july 5th.
• the rain lasting forever means NO BONFIRE ON FOURTH OF JULY
• it has been fifteen days since i've seen jeana.
• my brother is hyped up on coffee.
• my name is not megan hilty.  which means i am not an amazing broadway actress nor am i going out with steve kazee.  (i love you, steve kazee.  marry me?)
• i have huge blisters on my toes ):
• I WANT MY FRIGGIN SECRETS.

good things YAY -

• those secrets will be here soon.
• i get to meet megan again(:
• my birthday is in a little more than a month.  yay!
• i love matilde mancuso!
• i can speak a little bit of italian thanks to my lovely matilde
• one day steve kazee will see me and be like "woah." and ask me to marry him.  swear.
• i have discovered my artsy side via camera.  (pictures of this later?  maybe..)
• i discovered pudgies.  and tony roma's ribs.  AHH I LOVE LIFE.
• i might get to see hair on my birthday.  i can dance on the stage of a broadway show on my 17th birthday.  ahh!

 

i guess everything equals out.

*sigh*  where are my secrets?

i'm awful at human interaction.
i should probably be locked away in a cell somewhere by myself to never interact with humans again.  ever.
because i'm horrible.
and i ruin everything and make everything die.
i slam doors closed so i don't have to deal with them or with the people on the other side of them.
i get close to people and i get scared so i stop.  and i'm awful.  and i hate myself.
i drink away my problems to make people hate me so i don't have to hurt them.
i puprosely try to get people to hate me.  i sit there and think of ways to make people, especially my bestfriends, stop wanting to be friends with me.  because i'm twisted.
i hate who i am.  a lot.  it bothers me.  a lot.
i think that people should stop being friends with me because i can't handle relationships.
i will ultimately end up ruining any relationship i have right now.  anyone that i'm friends with right now i will not be friends with probably five years from now.  because i can't handle it.
in my mind i need to be on my own because i don't deserve anything better than that.
i don't deserve the people i'm friends with and i deffinately don't deserve the one person who is reading this.
i don't deserve anything.
so i wish i would stop getting it.
please, please, just stop being friends with me.  i'm going to end up hurting you so i want you to do it first.
go ahead.  please just do it.