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A/N: gasp! It's not g!p. Oh yeah, it's AU. Brittany graduates because that storyline was dumb and they aren't in an established relationship.
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"Congratulations class of 2012!"
Hats were flying in the air as Santana stood up with the rest of her classmates at the end of their graduation ceremony. She removed the red cap from her head and tucked it under her arm as she watched Quinn maneuvering her way from the stage, cap still on her head then turned around to see Brittany approaching from behind her.
They'd planned from the very beginning that they'd start school together and end it together. The two blondes met Santana in the middle of all of their classmates.
"We did it!" Brittany exclaimed.
The three friends had their caps in hand and tossed them into the air amidst the frenzy above.
Santana laughed as Brittany tried to catch hers only to have it smack into her face as she completely missed it. Quinn, who had only tossed it into the air so she wouldn't lose track of it, caught hers easily and Santana's, which had gone a bit off course.
None of the girls were entirely sure who started the hug, but they were wrapped up in a tight hug as it sunk in that they had truly just graduated high school.
Later that night, they were gathered at Quinn's house for their graduation celebrations with their families (except the Lopez's who had to leave early due to a conference Santana's father had to attend. Of course he tried everything he could to get out of it, but being one of the most respected and called upon doctors in Ohio, he had to go). And much to Santana's displeasure, the Berry family was there as well.
The real parties would come later, but right now was just about family time. Sure the girls were close, but their families were too. And now that Quinn was officially dating Rachel Berry, it was only fair that she was included as well.
Or at least that's what Quinn thought and Brittany painlessly agreed. Santana only accepted because she was promised free booze for her graduation party.
If Santana was completely honest, she knew that it was nice seeing Quinn happy with Rachel. They were kind of cute together, even though Rachel had the most annoying voice Santana had probably ever heard in her life. She just wanted to cringe as she half listened to the conversation Rachel was having with Brittany's dad about some musical or something.
Santana wanted to feel bad for him, but her mind wasn't really concentrating on that. She could only focus on what was going to happen later that night.
Sure she was sad that her parents had to leave, but that also gave her the rare occurrence of having her house to herself.
She knew that meant one thing. Santana allowed a small smirk to spread (among her rampant nerves) on her lips as she thought about what was going to happen that night.
Brittany, who was seated to her right, leaned over so she could whisper in her best friend's ear. "What's with the smirk, San?" The tone of her voice was knowing, almost as if she could read the exact thoughts going on in Santana's head.
Santana's smirk grew despite the heat gathering in her cheeks. She didn't reply; she knew she didn't have to as Brittany was sporting an almost similar grin on her face. The Latina could feel the goose bumps raise on her skin as Brittany practically breathed into her ear, "I can't wait for tonight."
As Brittany was straightening herself in her chair, Quinn's mother, Judy, rose from her chair with her glass raised in the air.
"I'd like to propose a toast to the four beautiful young woman sitting at this table. I've watched three of you grow up together, and now I'm proud to welcome the fourth into our close knit family as if she'd always been here." Rachel blushed at Judy's sentiments and Santana watched as Quinn rose the hand she had interlaced with her girlfriend's to her mouth to place a kiss to a slightly tanned hand. "You girls have been through so much and I know all of the adults here were more than in tears watching you accept your diplomas."
Santana turned her head to Brittany and they shared a private smile. Their pinkies were linked under the table and Santana tightened her grip, trying to convey just how proud of Brittany she was. Only she and Quinn had known that Brittany almost wasn't allowed to graduate because of her grades. Quinn's mother continued talking and soon after one of Rachel's dads stood up to say a few words, Brittany's dad following afterwards.
As he sat down, Susan Pierce, stood up unfolding the piece of paper she held in her hands.
"We're sorry we couldn't be here, but this is for you, Santana," Brittany's mom read, "and Britt, Quinn, and now Rachel too. We're proud of the amazing young adults you've transformed into. This day begins the new chapter of your lives and we can't to see what you do in this world."
Susan re-folded the sheet when she was done and replaced it with her glass of champagne. The rest of the group stood up as well – Santana dropping Brittany's pinky – and they all raised their glasses to the four graduates.
Not long after, Brittany and Santana were climbing into the back seat of John Pierce's car after saying quick goodbyes to the Berry parents and Quinn's parents as well. Living on the same street had its advantages, even though Santana had a car of her own.
The drive wasn't a far one. Five minutes later and Brittany's father was pulling into the driveway.
The four exited the car and Santana leaned up against the hood as Brittany practically sprinted into her house. "So any big plans for tonight?" Brittany's mother asked the teen who was almost like the second daughter she didn't have.
Santana's heart started racing at the thought of the planned activity for that night, but obviously she couldn't tell her best friend's mother the truth. "Just a movie or two," she easily replied.
"You two are boring," the elder Pierce joked.
Santana scoffed playfully and put a hand to her heart in mock pain. "You hurt me, momma P!" The two shared a quick laugh before Santana spoke again. "Fine, I'll tell you the truth. We're going to get so drunk and do so many stupid things, even Antonio would be proud."
"Ahh, there's the Santana and Brittany that I know and love," Susan jested. "Just don't get into too much trouble, yeah?" she winked. Santana nodded then accepted the hug Susan offered as Brittany was closing the door behind her again.
"Ready, Britt-Britt?" Santana asked when the blonde reached the car again. She nodded then gave her mother a hug and a kiss on the cheek before she retreated inside. "Goodnight, momma P!" Santana called out just before Susan disappeared into her house. The teens received a wave goodbye and when the door was closed once more, Santana felt her nerves returning full force.
It was just her and Brittany now.
Sure she shouldn't be nervous. They'd spent countless times alone at either house. But tonight was certainly going to be a first, for both of them.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Santana timidly asked.
"Yes, now come on, silly! Stop being so nervous." Brittany reached for her best friend's hand and laced their fingers together. It was a reassuring touch, but Santana could only remember back to a few hours ago seeing the intimate hold Quinn had on Rachel's hand. Maybe it was her imagination, but Santana felt like that was the exact way Brittany was now holding her hand too. "We promised each other, remember? And it was a pinky promise. You can't break a pinky promise, Sanny!"
Making that promise seemed like so long ago. And how they were both able to uphold the terms of said promise was a surprise for Santana.
Being two of the most popular girls in school, both Santana and Brittany had numerous offers from horny teenaged boys (and maybe even one or two girls) trying to get under their sinfully short cheerios skirts. They'd both been tempted too, but for reasons (at least unbeknownst to Santana) both teens had kept their virginities intact the whole way throughout high school. A feat that was difficult, but would be rewarding in the end.
How both girls got the reputation for sleeping around was still something they hadn't figured out. But for Santana, she played that rumor up because she was embarrassed that she never let herself go through with having sex. All the truth or dare questions and never have I ever games were lies for her, a way to boost her reputation. She couldn't bring herself to care, because only Quinn and more importantly, Brittany, knew the truth.
But it's not like she purposely saved herself for Brittany…right?
Right, because she's not gay.
She couldn't have.
On the other hand, if anyone asked Brittany, she would flat out tell them she saved herself for Santana. The way she thought about it was that she didn't have to worry about those stupid pregnancy scares (like Quinn) and yeah, it may be awkward, but she and Santana are best friends. The two of them having sex shouldn't change anything.
And it's not like they haven't kissed each other already.
Come on, both Santana and Brittany are two extremely good looking girls. They would make out at parties to get the attention of the guys then go make out with them. In Santana's head, that didn't make her gay.
Because she isn't.
…it didn't matter that she found herself trying to inconspicuously look at other girls in the cheerios locker room.
And maybe Quinn had caught her once.
That totally didn't lead to Quinn kissing Santana that one Friday night she slept over Santana's house when Brittany had to go stay at her grandparents' house in Dayton. And they definitely hadn't almost taken off one too many articles of clothing, before they realized what was actually happening…
Santana was irrefutably not gay.
What even made her ask Brittany, that if they were still both virgins by graduation then they would do it with each other was beyond any of her rational thought. She can remember saying the words without actually thinking about them and Brittany was agreeing by the time she registered what came out of her mouth.
"I could never break a pinky promise, Britt."
"Great! So let's go now!" Santana started giggling at Brittany's eagerness and before she knew it, she was being pulled across the street to her house.
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Santana never let the smile fall from her face as she was being pulled across the street, as she gripped Brittany's hand while they made their way up to Santana's bedroom and even now as the door is closed and the two girls are staring at one another; their fingers still interlaced.
She loved the feeling of Brittany's hand tangled in hers.
"I love you, Britt. You're the greatest best friend I've ever had. But are you sure you want to do this?" Santana asked again. Brittany noticed that Santana's happy smile was morphing into a nervous smile. "I mean, we could like totally ruin our friendship. And I never want us to hate each other, Britt. I never want to be the reason you hate something, because you don't hate. You're too happy to hate. And it would bre-"
"Shh." Brittany delicately placed her index finger on Santana's lips, who immediately stopped rambling. "I'm sure that I want to do this, 'Tana," Santana smiled at the use of the nickname Brittany had stopped using, "but if you don't want to, then we don't have to. We'll just forget about it; it's okay…"
Santana untangled her fingers from the hand she was still holding so she could pull Brittany's other hand away from her mouth with both of her hands. She caressed Brittany's soft skin and let out a deep, shaky breath. "I-I want to…I made you a promise."
Brittany nodded and leaned closer to her best friend. With each exhale she could feel Santana's warm breath puff out onto her lips. "I'm going to kiss you now," Brittany breathed out in warning. Santana barely had any time to react before her lips were captured by Brittany's.
It was only a slight pressure, their lips barely touching. Santana's eyes were shut tight and Brittany's had fluttered closed.
Brittany pulled back after a few long seconds and opened her eyes again to look at the Latina. The grip Santana had on her hand had constricted and it felt as though she was trying to squeeze the thing off. Brittany raised her free had to her best friend's face. She let her thumb stroke across Santana's pronounced cheek. Santana, whose eyes were still closed, leaned into Brittany's touch.
"Relax, San," Brittany murmured. She felt more than saw Santana nod and leaned in again.
Santana gasped as Brittany pressed their lips together again, not anticipating the kiss this time. The other girl used that as the opportune moment to flick her tongue into Santana's mouth. "Mm!"
Their tongues danced around each other in a dance they'd previously mastered, only now it wasn't in front of a group of drunk, horny teenagers. It wasn't in front of the boys, like Puck, who got off on seeing two hot girls make out. And it wasn't a ploy to make out with anyone else.
Brittany smiled into the kiss as she began to feel Santana's body relaxing. The grip on her hand was loose enough that she was able to slip her hand out and bring it to Santana's other cheek. She pulled Santana's face closer, trying to deepen the kiss as much as she could. Santana allowed herself to be pulled forward as she draped her arms around Brittany's neck.
The two best friends were sharing an extremely intimate kiss and Santana couldn't remember the last time she felt like she was falling even though she was being held up. But maybe she'd never actually felt like that before.
Kissing Brittany now, as opposed to the other times they'd done so, felt overwhelmingly different. Because it wasn't for the attention and it was just for them, she felt like she was falling and flying and soaring into a sea of oblivion. Brittany's lips had to be magical because even though she'd kissed Quinn in the safety of her bedroom it hadn't made her feel this good.
Santana found herself getting lost in everything this kiss was making her feel.
She couldn't shake the falling sensation and suddenly she actually was falling backwards.
Brittany was pushing her back, laying her down. Santana let her body fall and she gasped again as her back collided against her mattress. She felt Brittany smile again and smiled in response. Her smile turned into a frown as Brittany pulled her tongue and lips away.
Santana could feel the heat of embarrassment creep up her neck as she watched Brittany stare down at her with an expression she'd never seen before on her best friend's face. Her arms were still slung around Brittany's neck and all she had to do was pull her back down.
She was going to pull Brittany back down too, but Brittany pulled herself back and Santana felt the strain on her torso as Brittany pulled far enough away that it caused Santana to sit up too.
A stray strand of dark hair fell in front of Santana's face and Brittany wasted no time in tucking it behind Santana's ear. Brittany continued looking down at her best friend and she reveled in the way Santana's eyes flickered back and forth as she stared into her own eyes.
Santana tugged on her arms and smiled as Brittany started to lean her body down again. She let her arms move from around Brittany's neck until her hands were gripping the blonde's waist. Brittany held herself just above Santana's face as her arms were straightened out with her hands placed on either side of Santana's head.
After a moment of heavy breathing and staring into each other's eyes, Santana just couldn't wait any more. This time she initiated the kiss. Brittany let her arms give out until she was fully draped on top of Santana's lithe body. Santana traced her tongue over Brittany's bottom lip and Brittany granted Santana the access she was asking for.
Santana could feel her arousal growing. Brittany was causing a reaction in the apex of her legs that she'd never experienced to such a high extent before. She didn't really know what to do other than kiss Brittany, so she kept a firm hold on Brittany's hips. She'd tense and un-tense her grip on Brittany's waist at her growing arousal. The need to cant her hips up to meet Brittany's was on the constant forefront of her mind.
"Mm!" Santana groaned into Brittany's mouth. It was almost as if Brittany was reading her thoughts as she grinded her hips down. Santana's grip tightened at the pleasure shooting through her body.
Brittany pulled back again and Santana followed her up, needing to keep their lips pressed together. Brittany giggled into the kiss before she forced her lips off of Santana's. She pressed the palm of her hand to Santana's chest and pushed her best friend down again as she moved to straddle her stomach. Her hand was between Santana's shirt covered breasts and she could feel how labored the Latina's breathing was. Santana had moved her hands so they now rested on Brittany's thighs, uncovered by the skirt of the dress she was wearing.
Between heavy breaths, Brittany asked, "are you sure you want to do this?"
Santana tickled the tips of her fingers up and down the warm skin of Brittany's toned legs before pulling her bottom lip between her teeth and coyly nodding her head.
Her eyes widened as Brittany grabbed the hem of her dress, lifted her body from Santana's stomach, and began inching the material up her body. The dress was up and over Brittany's head and Brittany was grabbing for Santana's hand before Santana could get her mind off anything other than Brittany's perfect breasts.
Another gasp left Santana's lips as Brittany pressed Santana's hand to her warm and exceptionally damp center. "Y-you're so…so…" she trailed off.
"Wet?" Brittany husked. "I know." She put more pressure on Santana's hand and softly moaned as her hips started to jerk slightly. Santana was starting to have trouble breathing. Brittany was straddling her, half naked. She had her hand pressed up against her best friend's most intimate spot and Brittany was grinding on her hand. Santana felt a gush rush between her legs and before she knew it, her hips canted upwards trying to relieve the tension in her own body.
"Br-Britt…" Santana whimpered as she brought her free hand to her own center. She was seriously thanking god right now that she chose to wear a skirt too. She slipped her hand under her skirt and grunted as she pressed on the sensitive spot between her legs.
Brittany continued thrusting her hips as she kept Santana's hand pressed hard against herself. Her head was thrown back in pleasure and her other hand was grasping one of her breasts. She was slowly losing herself in her pleasure and she knew that if she didn't stop now this would be over long before it even started.
As Santana was inching her hand underneath her panties to touch her wet heat, Brittany began to slowly stop thrusting her hips.
Santana looked up at her best friend, silently asking why she stopped. "Clothes," Brittany gasped out. "We need to…cl-clothes…" Brittany reached down to unbuckle the belt around Santana's hips. Next she had the shirt that was tucked in to the tight skirt pulled out. She scrambled to the bed and motioned for Santana to sit up.
Moments later Santana found herself naked on her bed, leaning up on her hands watching as Brittany stepped out of the last piece of her clothing. The only thought running through her mind was that Brittany looked so fucking beautiful (and that she was about to fuck her best friend).
A few moments after that Santana was pinned to her bed with Brittany's pale skin pressed so deliciously up against her own tanned skin. Santana had her hands tangled in Brittany's long blonde hair and Brittany was practically attacking Santana's lips.
Santana was trying not to concentrate on how perfectly Brittany's body felt pressed up against her own. She tried not to notice the way their breasts were squished together between them. She didn't even pay attention to her one hand wandering down Brittany's back until it was resting on Brittany's firm ass.
Her other hand followed and soon she was guiding her best friend into a steady rocking rhythm of her hips. She swallowed a moan from Brittany's mouth and grunted out "fuck" at a particularly hard thrust of Brittany's hips.
Brittany was letting herself get out of control again. She needed to stop soon because this wasn't how she wanted to do this with Santana. She didn't want to hump the shit out of her. That's not special enough. And this was Santana. Everything that they do tonight had to be special. So reluctantly, Brittany stopped thrusting again.
Santana groaned in frustration. Her pleasure had been increasing so well! She squeezed her eyes shut trying not to concentrate on the heat between her legs. But that only lead her to start thinking about how much she was enjoying this.
She wasn't supposed to like it so much that she never wanted it to end.
She wasn't supposed to like it so much because it was with a girl.
But it's not just any girl. She's losing her virginity to her best friend and she likes it way much more than she knows her parents or abuela expect her to.
She's not gay.
And yet…
The way Brittany touches her, caresses her skin. The way Brittany's warm skin feels pressed up against her own. She tries to hold back the sob that wants to tear out of the back of her throat because she knows now that she likes girls way more than she like boys.
Kissing Quinn was to get the feeling out of her system. She was never meant to actually not have sex with any of the guys that tried so hard to get her too. And now as she's trying not to cry, she's wishing she had so she can pretend she never felt like this in the first place.
Brittany can see the emotions playing on Santana's face though. It hurts her to see Santana like this.
"San, look at me," Brittany quietly requested. She started caressing one of Santana's cheeks again. "Please, 'Tana."
Santana flittered her eyes open again to meet Brittany's.
"Are you okay?" Santana could only nod in response. She never thought she'd be able to feel this way. And it was because of Brittany that she was. "Do…do you want to stop? Cause we totally can. I-I don't want you to feel pressured. Just tell me if you want to stop, please."
Santana wrapped her arms around Brittany's back and tightened her hold as Brittany tried to pull away. "No, Britt-Britt…don't stop."
"Okay…" Brittany motioned for them to sit up. As soon as they were sitting up Brittany wrapped her arms around Santana, pulling her into a hug. Santana buried her head into Brittany's shoulder and inhaled the aroma that was so evidently Brittany. The blonde pulled away from Santana and climbed off the bed and motioned for Santana to do the same.
"What are you doing?" Santana asked as her feet reached the floor.
"Fixing the covers."
Santana nodded her understanding and followed Brittany back onto her bed once her comforter and sheets were drawn back. Santana reached out for Brittany's head so she could bring their lips together again.
They spent a good amount of time just languidly kissing. Brittany was trying to reassure Santana that this was okay. It was okay for her to like this.
Santana had confided to Brittany about this, about feeling this was at the beginning of the school year. It was a few days after the incident with Quinn. Brittany had been so understanding, like she always is with Santana.
And now was the time to actually show her that it was okay if she was gay.
When Brittany pulled her lips away from Santana, she started trailing her kisses down Santana's jaw and neck. A low moan escaped her lips as Brittany paid all of her attention to Santana's rapidly beating pulse point. Tanned hands were tangled in blonde locks and Santana could feel her pleasure escalating once more to the point where she couldn't stop the movement of her hips.
Santana felt a tickle at her hip and she could only concentrate long enough to realize Brittany was moving her hand down her body. The tickle of Brittany's finger tips moved down and over into the inside of her thighs and then they were moving up again. A squeak echoed in the room as Brittany lightly touched Santana's folds.
"I want you to feel special, San," Brittany breathed out against Santana's neck. "Tell me if I hurt you…"
Santana held Brittany's head against her chest as Brittany began circling her fingers, getting them wet enough. Santana squeaked again as her best friend nudged her hardened clit with her two fingers.
The sensation of Brittany circling her fingers around her clit and sucking on the skin just above her breast was sending Santana into feeling overload. She kept her grip on Brittany's head and slowly started moving her hips in a steady rhythm, trying to create more friction against Brittany's hand.
"Tell me if I hurt you," Brittany breathed out again.
Santana wasn't prepared for the feeling of one of Brittany's fingers beginning to press into her opening. She gasped in a breath and held it the entire time Brittany kept pressing forward.
She probably could have come right then and there.
"A-are you okay, San?"
Santana hurriedly nodded her head, encouraging Brittany. "Feels good, Britt. K-keep moving?"
Before she started moving again, Brittany spread Santana's legs further apart and readjusted herself so she was straddling one of Santana's strong thighs. Santana moaned as she felt how wet Brittany was. Brittany grabbed Santana's left hand from her head and brought it down above Santana's head. As she tangled their fingers together again, she slowly started pulling her finger out then pushing back in.
Soon Brittany had created a rhythm as she thrust not too hard and not too fast inside of her best friend. She was also grinding her hips in time to her thrusts inside Santana. She kissed back up Santana's neck and connected their lips together as she continued her movements. Santana was loosening around her finger as more of her arousal collected between her thighs. Brittany started getting Santana used to the idea of her adding another finger.
Santana nodded and gasped out, "more, Britt. Ugh, harder." Brittany complied and added her middle finger with her index and Santana let out a high pitched moan at the new fullness. She untangled her hand from Brittany's hair and the other from Brittany's hand. She positioned her right hand so her palm was over the back of Brittany's and laced their fingers together. She brought her other hand down between their sweaty bodies in search of Brittany's center.
Brittany's rhythm faltered as Santana's fingers found her hardened clit. She brought her mouth down to Santana's again and moaned as Santana began – with some obvious uncertainty – moving her fingers. In Santana's mind it was just like when she would get herself off, only it was another girl's pleasure instead of hers.
Her orgasm was unexpected.
Brittany bit down at the skin of Santana's jaw and started rubbing her thumb against Santana's clit at the same time. That was her breaking point. She felt her walls tighten against Brittany's fingers and arched her back as a silent scream erupted through her body. Despite the tightness inside of Santana, Brittany continued thrusting as much as she could, bringing Santana down from her high.
Santana's fingers had stilled against Brittany's clit and she was squeezing the living hell out of Brittany's hand above. When she remembered how to think and she could feel Brittany still desperately thrusting on her leg, Santana began circling her fingers again and tightened the muscle in her thigh.
It wasn't long before Brittany was falling over the edge too.
A gush of wetness spilled out onto her thigh and Santana felt Brittany's erratic rhythm on her correspond to the unintentional rhythm continuing on inside of her. She could feel a second orgasm approaching and starting canting her hips up, hoping Brittany would understand.
And she did.
Brittany began thrusting her fingers hard into Santana again and simultaneously thrust her tongue into Santana's mouth, capturing the Latina's loud mewl of praise. Santana was more prepared for her release this time.
Brittany had leaned her forehead against Santana's as it was becoming difficult to keep up with their kiss. After a few hard thrusts, Santana's back arched off her bed once more and she moaned so loud, Brittany was glad no one else was in the house. She slowed her fingers, bringing Santana down again.
Santana's body convulsed after Brittany accidently brushed her overly sensitive clit. And as Brittany began pulling out of her best friend, Santana gripped her wrist. She didn't want to feel empty just yet.
Their bodies were covered in a light sheen of sweat and did it matter who's was whose now? Not really. They were both breathing hard and Santana kept a strong hold on the hand above her head as Brittany let her head fall to the crook of Santana's neck.
Santana moaned her displeasure as Brittany pulled her fingers out of her. She wasn't expecting Brittany to actually stare at her fingers for a second before deciding to clean them off…in her mouth. Santana felt herself gush again at Brittany's moan of delight from the taste on her fingers.
She smiled as Brittany wiggled her body and moved up so she could press their lips together again. It surprised Santana how much she wasn't grossed out at tasting herself on her best friend's lips.
Santana shook from a sudden gust of air but didn't pay attention as Brittany briefly lifted her body from Santana's so she could bring the sheet up to cover them. She felt herself smile though as Brittany snuggled into her, just now with a thin piece of fabric to shield them from the cold of the air conditioning. She held on to Brittany's body and dragged her finger across pale skin.
"Tha'was fun," Brittany slurred from exhaustion. She dropped her head down to where it had been before and wrapped the rest of her body around Santana's.
"Yeah, it was, Britt-Britt," Santana answered. Her tanned fingers had moved up to Brittany's head and were now dragging through the damp locks of Brittany's hair.
It only took seconds for Brittany to pass out from the soothing motion of Santana's fingers.
Santana's mind was on overdrive now though.
They'd had sex.
Fucked.
And it felt amazing. It was everything she didn't want the sex to be. But because it was, Santana really couldn't deny her gayness anymore. As she was drifting off to sleep, she began to wonder if sex would feel this amazing with all women…
…or if it was just Brittany that made her feel this way.
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A/N: to whomever is actually reading this, there could potentially be things added. You're welcome to give me ideas to add and I'll be more than happy to write them in :) Thoughts? Opinions? Questions?