"Flight 79 to New York!"
"Flight 79 to New York!"
"Crap," I curse to myself. I can't believe I'm still in this line for a stupid bagel. It better be worth it.
"Flight 79 to New York!"
"You know what? Fuck it," I say as I get out of line and head up to the escalators. I'm definitely not missing my plane for a bagel. Well…maybe…no. Stay focused. I'm basically running like a track star right now. I'm so busy running that everything in my line of vision is a blur, I guess it's not a good thing because next thing I know I'm on the ground and clutching my head for dear life.
"Shit, this is just my luck!" I feel a burning in my abdomen so I look down and see brown all over my white shirt. Coffee. It takes me another five seconds for me to realize that I must've run into someone. And just then I see a blonde hair, blue eyed girl clutching her head too.
"Are you okay? Here let me help you up." I say.
"Thank you." She says.
"Sorry about that. My name's Santana."
"It's fine, and Brittany" She says.
We say our apologies and we head our separate ways. I see where I'm supposed to enter for my flight and hand the lady my passport. I say thank you and throw a wink her way. Girls are always a sucker for those.
After I'm settled in, I plug in my headphones and start to drift off to sleep.
When I awake, I see a flash of blonde hair and blue eyes before I drift off into another sleep coma.
Now I'm really awake. I start yawing and stretching my arms and I look to my left and see blonde hair and blue eyes again. It's the girl that I basically trampled. Well, shit. This really is my lucky day. She didn't really seem that happy when we had that incident and I can see why cause who'd be happy if they got ran over. I realized how long I've been looking at her so I start to look away, but not faster than she does when she turns to make eye contact with me.
"We meet again." I joke. She laughs softly. And man does she have the most adorable laugh ever. It's now that I really notice how beautiful she is. She's a blonde hair, blue eyed beauty. I'm pretty sure I'm staring again. It's kind of hard not to. I just told you she was beautiful.
She coughs a little and that's when I finally set my attention on something else, well anything else but her. God, that was embarrassing. I look back and smile at her, full smile, dimples and everything, Okay, be smooth, you're Santana Fucking Lopez. I figure I should start a conversation to steer away from the awkward staring contest.
"Although our little encounter was definitely memorable, I think we should start over and do it right," I smile and it feels so big that my cheeks are hurting. I bring out my hand for her to shake, "Santana Fuc—Lopez, Santana Lopez, nice to meet you." I want to kick myself in the shin so bad right now. Way to be smooth. But I don't think those last four words could ever be anymore sincere.
She doesn't take my hand yet and she's giving me a look that's making me oh so curious on what this look means. After and excruciating ten seconds she finally takes my hand and with a serious face she says, "If our encounter was so memorable, then why should we start over?"
"I-I was just suggesting that since it was on the greatest of t-terms…I'm sorr—"
I guess she was catching on to me feeling all flustered because she started to do that cute little laugh again and then she cuts me off and said, "I'm kidding Santana! Do you know how hard it was to keep a straight face?"
I'm think I'm able to breathe again. I was getting hot in the face thinking I offended her and I'm pretty sure I'm sweating like Quinn after she runs half a mile.
"But I was serious about not starting over. It was definitely memorable so no need to restart." Brittany finishes and she flashing the most gorgeous smile I've seen since…well…ever. Hope that wasn't too dramatic or anything, but there wasn't any other way I could tell you how gorgeous her smile was without being dramatic.
I just smile back and nod my head. Our hands are still shaking and we're currently just locking eyes again, but I finally break it by just coughing like how she did earlier. She lets go and I'm pretty sure I just got her to blush. Ten points! Okay, back to being mature.
"So I'm assuming your name is still Brittany since we didn't start over?"
She laughs and nods her head, "Do I get a last name to the first?" I ask curiously
"Well, last names are pretty serious, so how about I give you my middle name first?" She grins
I just smirk, "Okay, that works."
She laughs and says, "S."
"S, what?" I ask.
"That's the first initial to my middle name," Brittany says.
"Wow, not even the full name, I just get an initial. Playing hard to get." I tease.
Brittany chuckles and just shakes her head.
"I guess I won't get anything out of you soon, so Brittany, what are you doing going to the lovely city that is New York?"
"You're a dork." She chuckles
I bring my hand up to the left side of my chest and feign offence. "You don't hold back do you?" I say trying to sound hurt but the smile I have planted on my face says otherwise. And Brittany continues to laugh and now it's my turn to shake my head.
"I'm headed back home, I was on vacation with my family, and why are you headed to the lovely city of New York?" She ask.
"Ahh, vacation in California? Sounds nice. I was actually there for a type of business trip and heading back home also."
"What kind of business trip?"
"Hey, if I don't get your middle and last name, then you don't get to know that."
I can see the gears in her head turning and trying to figure out what kind of business trip I was on, and I just laugh because seriously, it's the most adorable face ever.
"You probably shouldn't think too hard about it, wouldn't want you to get wrinkles because I me." I say.
Brittany laughs, "Fine, I give up…for now."
Five hours. That's how long the flight was back to New York. And that's how long I spent talking to Brittany. We talked about everything and nothing. But it was the most…compelling conversation I've ever had and I was dreading the moment that it ended. She just had a colossal amount of happiness and innocence which was so intoxicating. But all good things have to end sometime right?
We were in the middle of a conversation when the intercom came on saying that we landed. We gave each other a bitter sweet smile but continued until the plane completely stopped and we were getting our carry ons. Once we were walking the pathway entering the airport, Brittany finally says something.
"Pierce"
I'm pretty smart and even I got confused as to what she was saying so I just gave her a confusing look. She chuckled.
"Brittany S. Pierce"
I was just about to respond to that but then she cuts me off and says, "NOT Britney Spears."
I don't think I've ever laugh so hard before, and I feel like my reaction was reasonable, but I guess Brittany doesn't think so because she hits my arm.
I put up my hand in a surrendering motion and all I say is, "Photographer."
Now it's her turn to look confused and my turn to chuckle.
"I'm a photographer, which is what the business trip was for."
"I'm so relieved right now, I kind of thought you were in a gang or mafia like Lord Tubbington because sometimes he disappears and all he says to me is that he went on a 'Business trip'"
"uhhh…." I have no idea to respond to that. So I just let my mouth hang open for a while and she saves me from looking even more stupid by so she says, "My cat, Lord Tubbington."
Remember when I told you she had a lot of innocence? That right there proves I'm not lying. Definitely not a bad thing though.
"Ahhh, well, I promise you that I'm definitely not in a gang. You know what, actually I'll pinky promise it because, pinky promises are legit."
Brittany laughs and says, "Still a dork."
"Still not holding back are we?"
We're about to start another conversation again when we realize we have to go opposite directions, and that's when she speaks up again.
"I'm glad you ran into me. Literally."
I smile because it's funny and cute at the same time, "The pleasures all mine."
I take my hand out for her to shake as a "goodbye" gesture and smile.
"I'll see you around Brittany S. Pierce." With that I turn around and go the opposite direction and as I walk away, I hear her say, "See you around Santana Lopez." And it's so hard to fight the smile that's slowing creeping up my face.
The smile stays on my face until I reach the front and I hear a squeal and "San" being yelled from about fifteen feet away.
And I feel somebody jump into my arms.
"Hi Sannnn! I missed you so much! Where did you go? Did you have fun? Can I go with you next time?"
"Hey Beth! I missed you too!"
I lift her up in my arms and I see Quinn, Rachel and Kurt coming in my direction.
We all greeted each other and head out to the parked cars and Quinn speaks up because I think she notices something about me.
"I'm guessing the trip was good since you haven't wiped that smile off your face since we were in the airport." She says grinning
After that Rachel speaks up, "You're definitely glowing Santana!"
"Shut up. Both of you."
"Oh honey, telling them that won't do you any good." Kurt says.
"Whatever. It was just a good trip, alright? Am I not allowed to smile or what?"
Beth speaks up, "I think you look really pretty when you smile, Aunt San!"
"Such a charmer, Beth! And that's why you're my favorite girl!"
Beth giggles and I give her a kiss on her forehead. We finally arrive where the white Range Rover is parked and I buckle Beth in. I head for the passenger seat and we head off to my apartment.
The car ride is pretty quiet except for Beth singing, which we really don't mind because if someone's as adorable as her than she should have the right to do whatever the hell she wants. I know Quinn, Rachel and Kurt are just itching to get something out of me because Rachel and Quinn are whispering and Kurt seems to be listening really closely. I know I'm going to get interrogated when we get to my place by all three of them, but I'll deal with that later.
All I want to do though is sleep. It hasn't even been an hour and I kind of already miss Brittany. That's definitely weird because I've known her for less than 12 hours, but she's special, and when you know, you just know.