a/n: so this idea kind of spun off a fic that i wrote for south of nowhere once. and i always liked this concept so i'm trying it for brit and santana. so i ran with this idea I just kinda had so if you don't like it, I probably won't continue writing it. So leave me some feedback or whatever, so I know whether or not to continue. As always, enjoy!
"How do people read? This newspaper is boring as all hell." Brittany huffed out and felt frustrated as she shoved the newspaper in her lap.
Santana smirked before speaking, "Honey..." there was a long pause because she was stifling in her laughter, "honey, the paper is upside down."
Brittany looked around at the paper for a second before innocently replying, "oh..." she flipped the paper over for a split second, "still boring."
Santana smiled wide and let out a small laugh. She looked at the bruiting blonde and couldn't help but smile at her best friend. A best friend who wasn't the sharpest pencil in the box, but she had the biggest heart out of anyone she knew.
"You hungry? I'm hungry. Let's go eat." Brittany jumped up out of her seat and jumped onto the stool next to Santana.
Santana pulled her reading glasses down to her nose and looked at the pleading blonde, "Brit, how am I supposed to read 100 pages of law jargon with you jumping on the chair next to me?"
The girl smiled wide, "Come on pouty! Everyone's got to eat. You got to take a break sometime..how 'bout now?" Brittany smiled with anticipation that she just won the girl over. Because damnit she was hungry and it would be weird not to have a meal with her best friend.
Santana placed her pen on her papers and removed her black reading glasses, "Fine. But only because I'm hungry and not because you convinced me or anything." she crossed her arms and leaned back against her chair.
"Yay! Yay!" Brittany clapped with joy and added, "Don't be such a bitch I totally convinced you." She smiled full of energy.
There was a minute-more like a few seconds where Santana contemplated holding back her eye roll, but then that just wouldn't be who she was. She simply couldn't resist. After giving her much needed eye roll she sighed and spoke, "fine you win. Where we going? Papa Terry's? Don't say that one place you love I can never remember the name to because it's horrible and I refuse."
Brittany pondered as she walked towards her bedroom, "it's called Choo Choo Johnny's and I like how the train brings me food!"
Santana shook her head and cringed, "so many annoying kids everywhere and last time the train had turbulence and my coffee spilled all over my breakfast." That was the first and last visit for Miss Santana Lopez.
Brittany grinned as she reminisced the moment in her bedroom as she was changing into jeans and a tee shirt. She could practically feel Santana cringing at the memory, even though they were in separate rooms. From her bedroom she shouted, "Fine! Let's just go to O'Charley's downstairs?"
Santana still sat on the same chair trying to get a few quick pages in as Brittany dressed. She heard the girl speak and instinctively turned around in her chair, catching a glimpse of the girl walking out of her bedroom as her t-shirt was being pulled down. The brunette couldn't help but let her eyes linger on the blonde's perfectly toned abdomen.
"So? Whaddya say?" Brittany adjusted her shirt and gave a little dance as she stood there awaiting an answer. She was always known to be a lively playful spirit. It was hard for her to sit still for a millisecond. That's why she loved dancing so much. It expressed her to no end. She could constantly be moving to the music without a care in the world, and that made her completely happy.
"Only if you buy me a shot with lunch," Santana smiled and gave the other girl a playful wink.
"If that's all it takes, deal." The blonde cheered and ran around the house gathering all her belongings.
Santana sat perched on her stool reading away once again. Everything she needed to leave was sitting on the counter next to her. She smiled as she heard Brittany running through the apartment talking—well more like shouting an imaginary checklist out in the air as if someone was helping her mark off the items.
"Phone?"
Long pause.
"Check!"
"Keys?"
Short pause.
"Hmm, where are you keys?"
"Check! Keys. Now where could my money be…"
There was a long pause followed by an "Ow fuck!"
Santana's head shot up, "Are you o-"
"Money. Check! I'm fine I'm fine!" Brittany added the last part for good measure because she was certain the brunette would be worrying out there.
The blue eyed girl came waltzing out of the hallway and towards the front door to their apartment. Santana threw her pages of reading down on the counter and started giggling, "What the fuck happened in there?" She held her stomach as she could barely walk she was laughing so hard.
"What do you mea- oh." Brittany looked at the mirror in the foyer and wiped the blood from her brow. She winced a little at the noticeable pain. It always made her ponder how you can get injured but not feel a thing until you see your wound. Ah, the mysteries of the human brain.
Santana slowed down her laughter and kicked into her protective gear, "Let me take a look at it," she said as she walked to where Brittany was standing. She grabbed the first aid kit out of the top drawer by the front door and wiped away at her wound. "It looks like you got yourself good there." Santana couldn't help but let out a stifled laugh.
The innocent blonde winced at the alcohol wipes grazing her open wound, "Oucccchhhh, no wonder you're a lawyer and not a doctor. You don't have a gentle touch." She playfully bantered.
Santana couldn't help but press a little harder at the wound and watched Brittany glare at her through the corner of her eyes. "You know for a fact I have talented fingers." Santana seductively winked and let out a playful smirk.
Brittany's pout soon turned into a smile, "You're such a perv." She shook her head as she smiled the entire time. She did know for a fact Santana had talented hands, because she was a lady pleaser. As her best friend, of course she knew. Plus, living in close proximity to the lady pleaser made it easy to hear all the sounds coming from the brunette's bedroom walls. Brittany started to get agitated thinking about all the girls she's seen her best friend with and she wasn't sure why. She tried to shake it off. "Is it all done and clean? I want fooooood." The girl whined out. She was injured, hungry, and losing patience.
"Hold on you big baby!" Santana said sternly as she held the younger girl's face still as she finished bandaging up the wound. "There. Good as new," Santana said as she brushed her hands together with confidence in her first aid skills.
Brittany sighed with relief, "Fucking finally, let's go get our grub on!" She was trying to get back to her perky self and push away of the images of hot women entering and leaving Santana's bedroom. She shook her head and started to walk out the door and to the bar they lived above.
As they sat down at their usual table the bartender walked over with drinks. That was the beauty of being a regular at the bar, phenomenal service. They would get drinks handed to them before they even opened a menu, but not like they would have to because they knew the thing from front to back.
"Remember we got to make this quick—"
"Because you have a lot of reading to do, yeah, yeah whatever." Brittany placed a hand in front of Santana acting like she didn't care. "Let's just see where lunch takes us." Brittany was more of a free spirit than Santana was. She just kind of went with the flow and wherever it decided to take her. Just like the way she danced. She moved with the music and the way she was feeling that day affected the way she would dance. It was art. Watching Brittany S Pierce dance was raw art at its finest.
Santana's mouth opened wide and she smacked her best friend's hand away, "Seriously, I can't get all drunk again! It was hell reading all those legislation papers in the morning last time you convinced me to just go to lunch."
"Ah-ha! See I told you I convinced you." The usual best friend banter always occurred between them. It was what made them inseparable. Brittany smiled and reveled at the fact that her best friend slipped up and admitted that.
There was a mild pout coming from the brown eyed girl but it was hard for her to keep her pout with a smile creeping through, "Fine. I surrender this time. You win." Normally, Santana would put up a fight to surrender a battle. But not with her best friend. She was different. The proud girl didn't mind being humble around the one person she loved in this world.
Santana thought it would be different this time walking into the bar. But there is just something about spending time with your best friend that makes you never want to leave. She had a few drinks, stuffed herself with food, but she wasn't quite ready to leave Brittany sitting alone at the bar. Santana had an inner turmoil that read clear on her face.
The blue eyed girl could read her like a book. She smiled at the way Santana sat on the bar stool in serious distress. Brittany was about to tell the girl to just go back upstairs to their place and don't worry about her sitting alone. But before she could get out her sentence, Santana was already ordering another drink.
"You sure?" Brittany said after her order was already placed.
Santana flashed her wide smile at her, "Yes, one more drink with my best friend then I am off to boring lawyer work." The bartender came back with their drinks and the two friends held up their drinks and gave each other cheers. They took a gulp of their drink together just like they did after every clink of their glasses. It was bad luck not to, duh.
Santana was staring at her cell phone giving it a cheeky smile. For some reason a pang of jealousy shot through Brittany's spine. "What's got you smiling over there, San?" Brittany said as she tried to peek over the brunette's shoulder.
The older girl turned her cell phone screen to try and hide what was currently on display that was making her smile. She didn't want Brittany to find out for a reason.
"I haven't seen you smile that goofy at your phone since," the blonde paused for a moment, "Is it—"
Santana cut her off and it was her turn to place a hand in front of Brittany, "Don't even say her name. It's nothing; it was a funny text is all."
"Can I see?" The younger girl innocently asked.
Santana shook her head and put her phone in the pocket and chugged the rest of her drink. "Well, looks like I got to go back. Drink finished." She grinned like she had just won the battle this round and hopped off the stool. She started walking towards the door when Brittany shouted to her, "This isn't over!"
Santana shimmied out the door and back into her apartment. She wiped the nonexistent sweat off her forehead and sighed out in relief, "phew that was close." She was super close to pulling off a surprise birthday party for Brittany, and she wasn't about to fuck up the surprise. Santana chastised herself for letting her smile slip when her friend texted her exactly this "lesbian phone tree works! I got you one song from the biebs. You owe me big ;) hope she's worth it."
She smiled again and held her cell phone close to her heart. Santana couldn't believe that her friend came through and that the lesbian phone tree just wasn't a myth. Even though, Santana was not a fan of this boy's music it didn't matter. It was her best friend's birthday and she was going to give her what she wanted. Brittany would be so ecstatic that she would probably faint or give Santana a big smooch on the lips. Humph that thought lingered in Santana's head for longer than she would have liked it to. She shook it off and walked towards the counter where her papers sat unread.
It was hard for Santana to want to concentrate after hearing such great news. The surprise party was riding on who the lesbian phone tree would manage to come up with. And she couldn't believe the tree managed to spit out Brittany's favorite guilty pleasure. Sometimes Brittany had a hard time admitting to people she actually enjoyed dancing and lip singing to his music. Santana let out a smirk and thought about how everyone at the party will soon see her guilty pleasure come to the surface. What song should she make the little boy sing to her best friend? Santana slumped in her chair at the thought. Oh, the choices!
The brunette girl shook all thoughts out of her head, except for the law thoughts. She had to concentrate on this reading. It had to get finished, no ifs ands or buts about it. Santana sighed as she lifted up her stack of papers and walked over to the comfortable couch. If I speed read, I can comprehend the important parts, and then go back down and get my drink on. Yes, yes? Focus, Lopez. Focus.
And she did just that. This girl can do anything she puts her mind to. Even with a warm buzz coursing through her body she was adamant and determined to finish her required reading. Santana loved her job as a lawyer, but sometimes being the lowest girl on the totem pole took its toll. There was a lot of bitch work involved, since she was a first year lawyer, and she knew that was going to happen. She has to pay her dues to get the good cases. Everything will pay off in time, she would remind herself.
Santana looked at the digital clock in the room. It read 11:30pm. She smiled and shot out the position she was stuck in for the past two hours. Brittany never managed to make it back into their apartment, which means she was probably pretty wasted by now. Santana knew it was time to check up on her friend and get just as shit faced. She deserved it. The good girl role of her Friday was officially over. It was time to go enjoy what was left of the night.
For some reason Santana decided to freshen up her makeup before she made her way downstairs. The bar was set to close in exactly an hour and who knows what the night was going to bring her. She happily bounced down the steps of her apartment complex to the bar in the basement. Brittany had texted her something cryptic as she stopped on the steps to read it, "just follow my lead." Santana shook her head. Brittany's drunk texts rarely made sense. She didn't even bother responding or asking what the hell she meant because she was more than halfway to the bar.
Santana heard the hinges on the door squeak as she pulled open the door. No matter how many times she heard that very noise, it still makes her cringe. It was like nails on a chalkboard. It gave her the shivers. Before the door could slam shut Brittany was running up to her with her arms open.
"Air." Santana grumbled out as she was shell shocked. The blonde was squeezing her tighter than normal, but that could be attributed to the booze.
"You get my text?" Brittany asked, ignoring Santana's plea for air.
Santana nodded her head on Brittany's shoulder and muffled out, "Yes, what's goin-"
Santana was cut off by a warm index finger being placed on her lips. "Shh." Brittany slurred out and shook her head. Brittany opened her eyes and stared into the brown pools that lay before her.
Santana searched in her friend's piercing blue eyes for an answer to what seemed like a riddle. She felt like she was out of some sort of loop. Brittany just smiled wide and didn't break eye contact and leaned in and gave the brunette a delicate kiss on the lips. Santana's eyes were left open for a split second due to the immediate shock, but they soon flew shut once she kissed the younger girl back. Brittany led the brunette back against the wall as she continued to kiss the girl. Santana managed to find movement in her hands and took the other girl's hair into them.
Brittany told her to follow her lead.
She was no follower.
Santana was a girl who liked to lead.
The aggressive brunette was playing along with whatever was happening, and enjoying it more than she should. She managed to flip positions with the blonde and now she was the one pinned up against the wall. This earned the brunette a girly squeal from the blonde. It made Santana's insides tingle. As their tongues dueled each other in the dark corner of the bar, the bartender shouted, "Take your top off blondie!"
The ignorant man shouting broke the kiss apart. Both girls rested their heads against each other as their chests rose and fell as they gasped for air.
Santana was the first to speak through her gasps for air, "So…you want to tell me about it?" The smile that graced her lips as she spoke, couldn't manage to fade even if she tried.
The blue eyed girl managed to stare at the floor and wouldn't look up at the older girl as she felt her cheeks redden with embarrassment. Brittany opened her mouth once to say something, but then closed it again. She wasn't sure how to speak anymore and she wasn't sure why or when she lost her ability of language.
"Really? Now you can't speak? But three hours ago when I was trying to get work done… you were all oh please help me from my boredom and drink with me and do this and jump on the couch and-"
Brittany laughed out, "You're such a bitch you know that?"
Santana still wore her smile, "You're not getting out of this. Spill."
Their bodies were no longer touching, because Santana needed the space. She was getting too heated, too fast. Santana gave Brittany her I-am-not-fucking-around face until she spoke.
When Brittany finally managed to find words, they came out a mile a minute, "Wellyouwerentheretosavemeandthebartenderthatalway shitsonmewasgettingalltouchyfeelyanddontgetmadeath imiknowyouhatehimandwelllongstoryshortitoldhimiwas ntintrestedforthemillionthtimeandthenhewasalllikew hynot? …andiwaslikeOHYESshesmybitch."
Santana couldn't help but let out a singular loud laugh. She understood every single word that flew out of the nervous blonde's mouth. She also couldn't hide the smirk that rested on her lips.
"So, that douche fuck thinks the only reason you couldn't be interested in him, is if you're gay?" Santana shook her head before continuing to speak, "What an ass."
Brittany nodded. "So, I grabbed an opportunity and will you be the bestest friend ever and do me a favor?"
Santana stepped back a little and raised a brow, "If it's a sexual favor… I'll be down in more than one way." She added a classic Lopez wink.
The blonde rolled her eyes but the statement lingered in her brain, "Ignoring that and continuing on. Can we just look like a couple every time he's working or until he quits gets fired or moves?" Before her best friend could respond she added, "Pretty puh-lease?"
"All right fine. Under one condition." Santana firmly spoke.
"Name it." The blonde nodded.
"You can't fall in love with me. It'll fuck up our friendship." The brunette wasn't sure why that sentence hurt her as she said it.
Before Brittany could respond, Santana saw the blonde bartender walking towards them in the corner. Abiding by her best friends wishes Santana leaned in and scooped up Brittany's soft thin lips that eagerly kissed back the moment they touched. Their lips softly discovered each other's as Santana tried to resist deepening the kiss. Once she thought the coast was clear she reluctantly pulled away.
Brittany left her eyes closed as she let the wall hold her weight and thought to herself, Fuck, what have I got myself into? That one condition is going to be difficult to say the least, Santana Lopez.
