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Chapter Three: Kiss the Girl
"Do you think they noticed we're here?" Kurt asked softly.
"No, they seem too absorbed with each other." Finn whispered back.
"It's a shame, really, my rendition of Disney's classic Can You Feel the Love Tonight was flawless. Of course, you guys helped too."
Everyone groaned inwardly.
"So, recap of what's happened so far?" Mercedes asked, yawning slightly.
"Other
than the whole meatball spaghetti thing that resulted with red sauce all over Brittany's face? Nothing." Tina replied disappointedly.
"Hey, at least Santana wiped the sauce off." Quinn pointed out.
Puck snorted. "Dude, that was totally lame. We both know Santana should have licked it off."
"That's just gross, Puck." Quinn gagged.
"By the way, where's Lauren?" Kurt asked, peering up at Puck.
He grinned lewdly. "She has to prepare for some state wrestling competition. She says sorry for not being able to make it."
"Yeah, right." Mike chucked. He looked around. "Where's Artie?"
No one replied.
"Right. Sorry. I forgot." Mike mumbled.
Finn shrugged. "He wasn't comfortable with the idea, and we didn't want to force him into anything." He sighed, checking his wrist watch. "Guys, nothing is happening."
"That's it." Blaine called out, jumping to his feet. "I'm not going to sit here waiting for them to get over their
obvious nervous and awkward energy." He looked around the group. "You want something done, you got to do it yourself." He motioned for the boys to stand. "First, we've got to create the mood."
Santana was furious with herself.
She was Santana-freaking-Lopez. She did not do nervous. She did not do blushing. She did not do clumsy. She did not do lost for words.
But now, sitting in front of Brittany in a scenario she had played more than a million times in her mind, that was all she was. Brittany tried to fill the empty void with her random ramblings ("Hey, San, do you think lions really kiss?"), but Santana's less than responsive state left her confused and silent as well. And not to mention slightly insecure.
And Santana could sense that. She hated the fact that she was making Brittany - her Brittany - feel that way. But every time she reached over to brush her fingers against the blonde's, her mouth opening with the hopes of starting a decent conversation, her stomach would twist into an unpleasant knot and an odd emptiness would fill her mind.
But when Brittany looked quite close to tears, Santana finally blurted out, "You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen."
Brittany blinked, her tears retreating into her eyes. A tentative smile crept into her face, and she replied, "You're the hottest." Brittany paused. "Plus, the sweetest. You smell and taste really, really nice."
Santana felt her face heating quickly, and she chuckled slightly, smiling at the girl of her dreams. "You too, Britt."
For a moment neither said anything, and Santana dropped her gaze. Then the silence erupted abruptly into song, sound bursting from rich tenor: "Yes, you see her. Sitting there across the way. She don't got a lot to say, but there's something about her. And you don't know why, but you're dying to try: you wanna kiss the girl."
Santana felt her eyes widen. She looked up at Brittany, whose gaze was locked on Santana's slightly parted lips.
Blaine could see the pair from his spot in the middle of the stage. He turned to the four boys behind him and signaled for them to join him.
"Yes, you want her. Look at her, you know you do. Possible she want you, too. There is one way to ask her. It don't take a word, not a single word. Go on and kiss the girl."
Santana let out a shaky laugh. "I remember this song."
"Yeah." Brittany said warmly, her eyes twinkling. "When we were kids, you used to sing it to me when I couldn't sleep."
"Yeah." Santana nodded, her mouth suddenly drying.
"There was always one thing I used to wonder, though." Brittany continued, reaching forward to weave her fingers through Santana's. She looked down at their intertwined fingers.
"What's that?" Santana asked weakly.
Brittany met Santana's eyes, and she was blown away by the depth of emotion she could clearly see there. "Well," the blonde whispered, "Why didn't you ever kiss me, back then?"
"Now's your moment. Floating in a blue lagoon. San, you better do it soon. No time will be better. You
can't say a word, and you can't say a word until you kiss the girl."
Santana swallowed past the lump in her throat. "What do you mean?"
"Well, I used to wish every night that you would finally just go for it and kiss me." Brittany admitted unabashedly. "Why didn't you?"
"Shalalalalala, don't be scared. You've got to move your head. Go on and kiss the girl. Shalalalalala, don't stop now. Don't try to hide it, how you wanna kiss the girl. Shalalalalala float along and listen to the song. The song say kiss the girl. Shalalalalala, music play. Do what the music say, you gotta kiss the girl."
"I was scared." Santana confessed, lowering her eyes.
"Of what?" Brittany asked tenderly, cupping Santana's chin and raising it until their eyes met. "San, don't be silly. It was always just me. It's always been just me. There was never anything for you to be afraid of."
"You've got to kiss the girl."
Santana licked her lips, leaning forward. "Can I still make up for it?"
"Why don't you kiss the girl?"
Brittany smiled alluringly, before leaning across the table. "Why not?" She whispered lightly, before their lips met in a sweet, gentle kiss.
"Go on and kiss the girl!"