Santana couldn't believe that she had lost it. It was so…irresponsible of her. Santana Lopez didn't do irresponsible. She sat at her desk, head in her hands, practically pulling out her hair.
"This is so not productive," she said aloud to herself after a few more minutes of sitting frozen at her desk. She reached into the top right drawer and pulled out her leather day planner and turned to today's date, September 17, 2024. Cycling class at 8, meeting with a new writer whose screenplay was being adapted at 11, lunch with Quinn Fabray at 12:30, staff meeting at 2, meeting with a development executive at Fox at 3:30. She realized that the only way she was going to find the bracelet was retracing all of her steps since she woke up that morning. She grabbed her briefcase and headed out of the office towards her car. She crossed her fingers that Brittany wasn't going to be home from rehearsal yet.
After a minor battle with traffic on the 101, Santana finally parked her little silver Beemer in the driveway. Thankfully, Brittany's car wasn't parked in her space yet, so Santana knew she was in the clear, at least for a bit. She walked into her house and threw her keys into the duck bowl by the door. Santana loved her and Brittany's house. They bought it a few years ago after Santana passed the bar and was hired at her first law firm. It was Brittany's dream house; nestled in the hills with a beautiful view of the Hollywood sign. Santana didn't really care about what their house looked like, but the look in Brittany's eyes when she first saw this place made it her dream house as well. She went into her bedroom and tried to remember what exactly had happened that morning.
Santana groaned as the music on her alarm clock began at 7am. She had somehow managed to sleep through the other stages of the easy wake alarm clock Brittany bought her when they were in high school. She rolled over and was surprised to see her blond not in the bed next to her. She sat up and threw a robe on. She peeked in the bathroom—empty. She walked down the hall and checked the office, then the spare bedroom, and finally made her way to the kitchen. Brittany was barefoot on the Spanish tile floor, but fully clothed otherwise in cutoffs and a black tank top. She was leaning over a frying pan, which was not a sight Santana was accustomed to seeing. Santana slipped behind her and wrapped her arms tightly around Brittany's waist and placed a long, soft kiss on Brittany's cheek.
"What are you doing, babe? It smells delicious," Santana asked her wife.
"You surprised me, San," Brittany said, turning around looking deeply into Santana's dark brown eyes. She placed a light peck on Santana's lips. "And what does it look like I'm doing? I'm cooking breakfast!"
"I can see that, B, but since when do you cook breakfast?"
"Quinn taught me how to make your favorite," Brittany said, "eggs in the hole!"
"Impressive," Santana said, still holding Brittany tightly to her, "what's the special occasion?"
"Nothing," Brittany said, "just wanted to do something nice for my beautiful wife." She kissed Santana on the nose and turned back to her cooking.
"Well I have to go get ready, but I'm excited for the rare privilege of eating your cooking," she said with a smirk and she headed to the bathroom.
"Ok," Brittany said, staring intently at the food, "but make it quick, breakfast is almost ready!"
Santana showered faster than she ever remembered, excited to get back to her wife before a long and busy day. She just threw on her gym clothes; she would have to shower and change at the gym anyway, no point in changing twice. When she got back out to the kitchen, Brittany was putting some flowers in a vase and the table was laid out with Eggs in the Hole, bacon, and fresh cut fruit.
"Seriously, baby, what's the special occasion?" Santana asked. Brittany just beamed at her and pulled out her chair. They talked about their schedule for the day and Santana downed three cups of coffee.
"I wish we could stay like this all day," Santana said as she loaded some dishes into the dishwasher, "but I really should get to the gym."
"I know, baby," Brittany said, standing at the counter next to Santana with a cup of coffee in her hand. Santana grabbed her gym bag, her briefcase, and her recently dry-cleaned suit and walked towards the door. Brittany followed her. "What time are you going to be home from work?"
"Probably around seven," Santana said.
"Promise you'll be here for dinner?"
"I promise," Santana replied, looking at her wife with curiosity. "Seriously, Brit, what's going on?"
"Nothing!" Brittany replied, beaming again. "Have a good day." She placed a long kiss on Santana's lips, pulling her head tightly to her with the hand not holding the coffee. "I love you!" With that, she skipped down the hall towards the kitchen.
"Love you too, B." Santana said, heading out the door.
Santana couldn't remember if she woke up with the bracelet on. She checked the bathroom, in case she had worn it to sleep the night before, she would have left it on the counter when she showered. It wasn't there. She checked her bedside table, and around the chair where she sat when they ate breakfast that morning. She checked in between the couch cushions since they had watched a movie the night before and she emptied out the laundry basket. When she was finished, the apartment certifiably looked like a hurricane had swept through it. She quickly straightened up a bit, just to keep Brittany from questioning and ran out to her car. She had to get to the gym.
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