Always Expect the Unexpected
Summary:
Three and one make four. Four moments of unexpected bliss. Four moments of panic, stress, frazzled jazz hands and euphoria. Four moments. Four specific moments she never thought she'd go through with her.
G!PBrittany
Chapter One - Mean Ol' Moon
It was August third, 2014 when they met. At her birthday party. Her brother's wife knew the girl from work and had invited her along to meet her. Mercedes thought they'd be a perfect match however, she had no idea that the pair had already met a week prior on July twenty-seventh at the library.
"Wh- ow!" Brittany screeched as a rather large, rather hard book was swung across her head in a wild panic by a frenzied brunette wearing a high ponytail and glasses.
"Oh, shit! Sorry. I'm so sorry, I thought you were trying to attack me." She said quickly, tucking her pepper spray back in her purse and bending down to check on the blonde.
"Yeah, clearly." Brittany chuckled, rubbing the side of her head as she struggled back to her feet and stuck out her free hand, "Brittany. Nice to meet you."
The girl breathed out a relieved laugh and took the blonde's hand in her own, "Santana. Nice to meet you too. I'm really sorry. I just have a thing about people touching my shoulders." She said with a smile. Brittany shook her head, brushing it off.
"That's alright. I was just going to ask if the book you put back was any good."
"Well, I didn't actually read it but, it's..." Santana cleared her throat, "...it's, uh.. Roald Dahl so, it must be good. I brought it back because it wasn't the right one. I actually meant to check out this one."
"The Lord of the Rings..." Brittany smiled with a nod, pulling the Roald Dahl book off the shelf and sniffing, "No wonder it hurt so much."
Santana let out an embarrassed chuckle and scratched the side of her head, "Can I buy you a coffee? I mean, I might've given you a concussion so, it's the least I could do." She offered.
"As long as you won't throw it at me." Brittany teased earning a chuckle. Santana laughed and shook her head.
"I promise I won't. Just don't touch my shoulders and you should be fine."
The two women checked out their books and headed downstairs to the small coffee shop under the library. They were seated at a table, conversing over books and laughing about the mishap beforehand as Brittany asked the waitress for ice to treat the forming bump on her head.
"I really am sorry. Again." Santana said, pulling a pained face as she observed the small bump on the side of the blonde's head.
"It's really alright. The bump got me coffee with a pretty lady so, I'm not complaining." Brittany winked earning a slight blush, "So, how come you checked out The Lord of the Rings? Shouldn't you have read that in high school?"
"Home schooled." Santana replied, "I have to read it for book club."
"Book club?"
"Yeah, we're doing the hundred greatest novels of all time." Santana replied.
"That's a lot of book club meetings." Brittany commented earning a laugh and a nod.
"Yeah, well, I love it. I mistook the BFG for The Lord of the Rings - don't know how, I think I was pretty frantic that day - and realized we've already read it." Santana chuckled, running her finger along the spine of her book, "How come you checked out the BFG?"
"Niece. I read her bedtime stories every Friday and she loves Roald Dahl. She hasn't heard this one yet." Brittany said with a smile.
"You have a niece? How old?"
"Uh, she just turned four last week." Brittany replied, "Her name's Olivia."
"Aw. Is she your sister's or your brother's?"
"I don't have a sister, just an older brother. Sam." Brittany said with a nod, "What about you? Any siblings?"
"Yeah, two younger brothers - they're twins. Isaac and Ellis."
"Twins? Identical or fraternal?"
"Identical. It's insane. You can't tell them apart unless you live with them. They even wear the same clothes to confuse you." Santana said, kicking her foot out as she moved her leg off her other knee. However, it seemed this action managed to whack Brittany in the crotch causing the woman to fall off her chair with a reddening face and a loud grunt, "Oh my god! Jesus, I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry. Can we get some more ice? Brittany, are you okay?"
The blonde's mouth fell open as she whined and brought her legs together with her hands holding onto her crotch. The waitress hurried over with more ice and handed it to Santana who was now kneeling on the floor next to Brittany, touching the blonde's upper arm in worry.
"Brittany?" Santana said, urging the ice into the blonde's hands, "Brittany, here, this'll help."
"Ah, my god." The blonde groaned as she took the ice and pressed it against her crotch, sighing in relief as the pain began to subside, "You definitely don't kick like a girl."
Santana smiled and helped the woman sit up, "I'm so sorry." She repeated as Brittany chuckled and shook her head.
"It's okay. You're fiesty - I like it." She said, "Good kick. I can't imagine how much it'll hurt if you do it intentionally."
"Santana!" Called a voice from across the room earning Santana's attention as the brunette looked up from her purse and smiled at the woman, giving her a wave.
"Hey!" She greeted the woman. Mercedes smiled and approached her, dodging her way through the small crowd of people in the restaurant.
"Hey, girl." She said, pecking Santana's cheek.
"Hi." Santana said, rubbing Mercedes' arm as the woman linked their arms and began to lead them to a table, "There aren't too many people here, I was expecting a rave."
Mercedes chuckled, "Bee doesn't usually like being around too many people." She said.
"Ah." Santana said with a nod as she rubbed the side of her nose, "Oh, hey, I know her! Uh... um, hobbit."
"Rachel Berry." Mercedes corrected with a giggle as herself and Santana sat down, "She works with Sam at the theatre."
"Oh. Well, that sounds like Rachel." Santana said with a smile as a pale hand gripped her shoulder causing her to swing 'round and punch the owner of the hand in the nose.
"Ow!" Brittany squeaked, gripping her nose and giving Santana a small wave.
"Oh, my god! Brittany, I'm so sorry. You know, you really need to stop doing that." Santana said, getting up and moving the blonde's hand out of her face, observing the damage.
"Right, right. Sorry, the shoulder thing. I forgot." Brittany muttered with a smile as a small drop of blood hit her upper lip. Santana grabbed a napkin and held it to Brittany's nose as the blonde sat down next to her, "Uh... hi. Good to see you again."
Santana chuckled and nodded, "Yeah, you too. So, I'm assuming you're the birthday girl, then?" She asked.
"That's me." Brittany smiled.
"Hold up, you two already know each other?" Mercedes asked and Santana and Brittany nodded in unison.
"We met at the library last week. I hit Brittany over the head with The Lord Of the Rings."
"And kicked me in my misters." Brittany added, "And, now, punched me in the face. She's great, Cedes, I really like her."
Santana chuckled and sighed, "I'm sorry. It's just a reflex." She told the woman. Mercedes smiled.
"Alright, well, I'm going to go mingle. I'll leave you two alone." She said, standing up and giving Santana's shoulder a squeeze before leaving the table.
"I, uh, I brought you a present." Santana said, pulling a thin, square wrapped present out of her purse and handing it to Brittany. The blonde smiled and took the present, removing the napkin from her face and sniffing.
"Thank you. How'd you know what to get me?"
"Mercedes."
"Ah. Of course." Brittany nodded and began to open the present, revealing a vinyl, "You got me Queen? I've wanted this for years. Thank you, Santana, this is great."
The two women conversed the rest of the night, Santana accidentally stomping on Brittany's foot as they danced earning a hearty laugh from the blonde woman who brushed it off and continued to sway the two of them around the dance floor.
Two weeks passed and the two had become fast friends, catching movies together and grabbing late lunches at the coffee shop under the library. Brittany had quickly learned to dodge Santana's swings and whacks in her direction when she'd accidentally touched the brunette's shoulder.
Britt:
Santana Lopez, stop grumbling about it and get it over with.
Santana smiled and let out a snort as she typed out a reply, sitting in her office and going over articles for that week's issue.
Santana:
Brittany Pierce, you have no idea how sucky my job is. I don't even wanna be an editor, I wanna be an author but I got stuck with this stupid, magazine editing job that doesn't even pay well.
There was a knock at her office door and she gave the person entry as she lifted another article and began to read it over.
"Hey, girl." Mercedes said as she entered the office and shut the door behind her.
"Hiya," Santana greeted, giving the woman a smile as she raised her glasses to her head and put the article down, "What's up?"
"Well, two things: One, your new editing equipment just arrived and, two, a little birdy told me that somebody wants to ask you out." Mercedes said, sitting down and throwing one leg over the other.
"Oh, god. Please don't tell me it's that Rick guy from HR." Santana said, unplugging her old editing equipment.
"No..." Mercedes drawled, smiling cheekily, "Guess again. They're blonde."
"Ew, I don't wanna date Quinn. She's my cousin."
"No!" Mercedes laughed, "Not Quinn. Brittany, dumbass."
Santana's eyes widened as her phone buzzed and she checked it.
Britt:
Lol, sorry San. Maybe you should actually write a book so, you can quit ;)
"Brittany, huh?" Santana asked, raising her eyebrow as she quickly typed out a reply and locked her phone.
Santana:
Zip it, DJ.
"Yup."
"I don't believe you." Santana said and Mercedes chuckled.
"She's my sister-in-law, she tells me everything. 'Specially when she's drunk off her ass." She said. Santana laughed and shook her head.
"No, Britt and I are friends. I think I've hit her too many times in too many areas for her to want to ask me out." She said, hoisting her computer into her arms and opening her window, throwing it out into the parking lot and shutting the window. Mercedes laughed and shook her head.
"I'm tellin' you, girl. She likes you."
"And I'm telling you, she doesn't."
Mean ol' moon,
It must be fun
To shine upon me as I
Come undone
'Til I'm all alone beneath the sun
You mean ol' moon
A/N:
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