A/N: Those amazing suggestions were just perfect! Thank you guys.
"Fuck!"
"Where is she?"
"She's not answering her phone."
"Santana, can you like tell me what happen right after the wedding?"
It's been almost half an hour since we were standing at the airport's entrance waiting for a certain blonde's appearance. It was absolutely planned that this very day would be our honeymoon and as far as I know, she was informed. And of course judging the amount of messages I left her, she was fully aware that she has to be in here within the next 30 minutes.
Mouth slightly parted, I stare at Quinn who got her hands securely placed on her hips, whilst she got a single brow quirked. "We just had an argument, is all." I mumbled lowly, blankly tapping on my phone.
Since what happened last night, I haven't taken a glimpse of those blonde locks and deep blue eyes. Fighting the urge of calling her all night was almost unbearable, but just thinking of those things that I said, I thought to myself that she kind of needed some time for herself. Just thinking of those words that escaped my lips even brought a scorching pain through me; it was so reckless of me, so unfair.
This morning, there's the light familiar laughter coming from the garden and I almost lost a tooth on how fast I moved towards the window, and the automatic slumping of my shoulders and falling of my face when I realised that her things were nowhere to be found made the guilt inside me even worse. By that, without second thought I grabbed my phone and hastily typed her number, but when it automatically went to her voicemail, I'm dead.
"An argument? Seriously, Santana? You guys were married less than a day and you just let your alter ego take over just like that. And now, you're expecting Brittany to be here. Well done!" She scolded before grabbing me by the wrist pulling me on one of the benches.
A muffled groan escaped my throat when I buried my head on my palms. This is frustrating! What am I even thinking when I said that? When she told me that her family died in a car accident, my mind went blurry, my mouth slightly agape and my feet glued on the cold floor. Those tears that escaped her eyes were like little diamonds rolling down her pale cheeks, and the quivering of her fingers when she tried to wipe it away was still literally clear inside my head.
"I know, it's my fault." I sighed staring on my phone. "But what can I do? She's not answering her phone. I can't stay here, I won't risk any chance my mom or dad seeing me wandering in Lima instead of spending a week surfboarding, swimming or even flying with my wife in Hawaii."
Quinn scoffed beside me shaking her head in the process. "Well, it's either you can kill yourself or wait for her." She mumbled seriously and I just threw her an annoyed look. "Or you can actually pull yourself together because… she's here." She added her voice an octave higher my brows knitted in an instant and my mouth fell open.
"That's not funny, Quinn." I muttered under my breath, Quinn didn't even manage to look at me instead she just wiggled in her seat whilst waving her hand.
"Brittany! Over here!" she called on the other side of the road.
Slowly, with my brows furrowed I followed her line of sight. And for the love of God, I'm pretty sure that every ounce of blood ran through my brain and trying to seep out of my pores. There's the tight lip smile etching on those thin pink lips, the crimson red tint of her cheeks and the messy bun of her hair – Brittany.
What happened last night replaying almost clearly inside my head, even the quivering of her lips when she mumbled her last words and the whipping of her hair when she walked away. I can almost hear the pounding of my chest inside my ear, I never felt this guilty for a very long time. Next thing I know is that two blondes were standing in front of me, the gleaming ray of the sun giving the breath taking glow of their light colour tresses.
"Santana." It was Quinn's voice returning me to reality. I reflexively shook my head throwing every thought s running inside my head.
"Yea?" I mumbled almost blankly just in time my eyes landed on Brittany. She just quirked a brow before shaking her head and completely walking towards the growing line by the entrance. "What did I do?" I asked instantly and Quinn just shrugged in response.
"Ask her." She mumbled before tugging me by the wrist towards Britt, I just rolled my eyes, dragging my suitcase with my free hand.
"Sooooo." Quinn started when we're finally standing right in front of Brittany. "One week for the newlyweds. Isn't it exciting?" Quinn cheered, there's the light giggle bubbling in my throat trying to lighten up the mood but when I saw Brittany and her unchanging features I decided to just bow my head and fidget the hem of my coat.
"It is." Brittany mumbled shortly with a small smile averting her eyes on my direction.
"Right! So, Santana I'll be taking over your position for a week? I just hope your father and I's fate won't cross inside the office. I just wish!" Quinn laughed.
"Yea, I just hope that you can even manage-" I laughed but shortly cut off when Brittany spun around walking towards the entrance leaving my mouth slightly parted and my palm felt a lot warmer against my forehead.
"An argument huh? And now I believe that it's not just an argument." Quinn joked and I just threw her a glare.
I gave Quinn a hug before she completely disappeared inside her car and driving away. Just in time I felt the unfamiliar tingling inside my ear. Slowly, I faced the other direction where I know that Brittany might have been waiting for me. But when I managed to look where she has been standing I can feel the immediate unusual anxiousness under my skin.
With a deep breath, I shoved my hand inside my pocket and my grip on my suitcase got even tighter, my knuckles practically turning white. My feet got even heavier as I neared her, I can't even believe that I'm this nervous, this is just Brittany for Christ sake. And yeah, the thought alone, this woman getting mad is nearly even impossible. I'm not saying that just because I spent barely two days with this woman, and judging the amount of seconds of every hours, countless times that I did snap and shout at her but for the record she's even giving me small smile right after, but last night, I know that I did cross the line.
Deep inside me, I know that I'm a bitch. Thing is, I can't really understand as to why I get dizzy and the sudden coldness of my palms when Brittany is near me, as much as I want to look for the answer inside my head, things just went out a little blurry and unclear, like there's an awaiting image appearing inside my head, everytime.
"Ticket, Miss." This middle-aged man asked when I was finally on the door, realizing that Brittany was already inside.
A shaky breath escaped my lips, handing the ticket with almost trembling fingers. Exaggeratingly, I can almost feel the explosion inside me along with the thousandth of thoughts clouding inside my head and when I finally enter the airport, my eyes automatically landed on blonde locks, black skinny jeans and simple polo shirt.
"Britt! Wait up." I called, almost embarrassingly I can feel the quivering of my voice and I just hope that she didn't notice it for she slowed her pace allowing me to catch up.
"Hey." I greeted almost breathlessly. Brittany just sent me a small glance before completely averting her attention back to the floor.
"Sooo… Hawaii…. Isn't it a perfect getaway?" I mumbled matter-of-factly and she just shrugged. "Have you been there? I mean I've been there once but what I did there was mostly just paper works and meetings and everything. But the water? God! It's so so perfect." I added with exaggerated groan of approval. I decided to just click my tongue when Brittany's attention was still on the view before her, a perfect poker face written all over her face.
With a truckload of willpower I managed to clear my throat and her name escaped my lips, my fingers automatically wrapping around her wrist. By this I'm pretty sure that I got Brittany's attention for she froze in her place. I really don't know what came into my mind exactly when I even positioned myself just right in front of her. I can feel the catching of my breath in my throat when I found myself staring at her, my brown orbs locked with her blue ones, it was like an endless ocean reflecting the sky perfectly, every shade were almost maddeningly beautiful.
And when she pulled her hand away, I'm aware that she just threw me back to reality, harder than I thought. "Brittany. About what happened last night.." I started, Brittany raised an eyebrow before crossing her arms over her chest. It was almost intimidating, but Santana Lopez never ever gets intimidated, and just looking at the blonde in front of me along with the loudening tapping of her feet on the floor, I think that's about to change.
"Thing that I said… it was a mistake, a huge mistake. I wasn't really thinking when I said that. I was just scared of those things that might happen, because I know him and the things he can do. And I just don't want him intervening in my private life, everything seems to be fake yet I know that I have to make it real just to provoke his words and so that he'd stop making everything about himself." I breathed whilst burning under her gaze. "I'm so so sorry for saying those." I added lowering my head.
Brittany never said a word instead she was just staring at me like there's something else she wanted to hear. "You can hit me if you like, I mean if that'll compensate." I offered with a little cheeriness in my voice, lowering on the last words. "But not on my face though, I'm way too pretty for that." I added almost instantly. "You can hit me… here!" I finally said as I offered my right arm. "I'm left handed anyways, so. GO!" My voice was quivering and I even pressed my eyelids almost painfully waiting for any life threatening pain. "Did you do it already?" I asked blankly when seconds passed and I felt nothing. Just a matter of seconds I felt something softly poked me on the forehead and I ended up peeling my eyes open.
"We're gonna be late." She mumbled shortly when our eyes connected before walking pass me, leaving me again mouth parted, almost awkwardly standing in the middle of this crowded place with my right arm hanging in the air.
"Perfect!" I hissed to myself, following Brittany's trance towards the boarding gate.
A minute of waiting here seemed to be more than like a year, Brittany never said a word when I managed to stand beside her and by that I decided to quiet myself, it actually felt different when she's not her usual self, babbling endlessly. I got my hands securely placed inside my pocket whilst I got my eyes plastered on the line before me. There's the gap between our bodies and yet her body felt like sizzling, different type of heat radiating almost disturbingly.
"I need to go to the restroom." I heard Brittany say, almost giving myself a high five when I heard her voice, does this mean we're okay?
"But we're about to board." I informed her.
"But I have to pee and don't try telling me to use the restroom inside the plane." She mumbled with a strong voice shaking her head.
"But-"
"I'll catch up to you." she breathed walking away and I ended up nodding letting out a small 'okay.'
"Shit!" I hissed when my call automatically went to her voicemail. "Fuck!" My jaw clenched in an instant when I realised that one of the stewardess was about to close the cabin door.
"Excuse me!" I called and the crew made her way to my direction with that oh perfect smile written all over her face. She was actually really pretty, with that gorgeous brunette hair in braid and the admirable brown shade of her eyes and yes with the perfect body swaying just like that.
"Yes, miss?" she smiled.
"I'm still waiting for my wife." I informed her with my voice a little higher as I adjusted my seat.
"Oh okay, what was your wife's name?" she asked.
"Brittany Pierce." I said and she just stared at me, her brows knitting and her mouth part for a split second.
"Excuse me?" she asked.
"Brittany Pierce." I said a little louder gaining the other passengers' attention.
"Brittany? You mean with T-A-N-Y?" she cleared out. It's my time to look at her bewilderedly as I ran my fingers through my hair. Is she seriously doing this right now?
"I believe that I'm loyal to my pronunciation." I retorted. "Are you like going to page her or what?" I added with my voice an octave higher.
She never said a word instead she just licked her lower lip before clearing her throat. "Okay. I'll see what I can do." she smiled.
"Thank you." I sighed a little louder when my eyes landed on her name plate. "Miranda."
After 15 minutes.
"Brittany, you're dead." I groaned when my call once again directed her to voicemail. I mean the other peoples' chattering was getting louder by every second and by that another frustrated groan echoed in my ear. Did she pee a gallon or something?
"Hold up!" I nearly yelled when once again I saw someone closing the cabin door. "I told you that I'm still waiting for my wife." I grumbled.
"But ma'am we can't wait a little longer we have to be in Hawaii in the designated hour, I'm really sorry and please take your seat we're about to take off." She said with an apologetic look.
"No. Look, I'll pay you we just have to wait for another let's say 15 minutes." I offered with a devilish smirk crossing my arms over my chest.
"No can do. Please take your seat we're about to take off." She shook her head with a smile just in time the fasten your seatbelt sign lit up.
"You are so on my list. No me gusta!" I hissed as I point a single digit on her face and I even groan a little louder when she just continued staring at me with that smirk tugged on her lips. "Fuck!" I winced when I ended up taking my seat. And I just can't believe she's doing this!
"I need to go to the restroom." I mumbled a little lower as I adjusted the strap of my duffel bag.
"But we're about to board." Santana informed me. Her voice went a little joyous or excited, I dunno.
"But I have to pee and don't try telling me to use the restroom inside the plane." I mumbled. I once tried to wash my hands inside the cabin and I ended up having water all over me, it's just unnerving and embarrassing for when I went out it looked like that I had a quick shower inside that small room. Santana looked at me like I was kidding and when I just quirked my brow she let out a sigh.
"But-"
"I'll catch up to you." I muttered shortly before walking away. I believe that I heard her whispering a small 'okay' and by that I'm pretty sure that the way I took wasn't the way to the restroom, instead out of the airport.
It was the soft melody playing on my iPod replaying Santana's earlier reaction when I appeared in front of her, her eyes almost bulging out of its socket and her mouth almost fell to the ground and if it wasn't the fact that I'm super mad at her then I would've laugh but the anger bubbling inside me was much stronger than any of those priceless reaction she might have. Even the smallest amount of her voice reaching my ear gives that irritating tingles down my spine intensifying the animosity blurring my head.
Just thinking about those words that escaped her lips were like giving me an immediate headache. Last night, my mind practically went blank and I almost pass out when those words sank into my senses. It felt like for a very long time I'm floating and I can't feel anything beneath my feet. And just the cold whipping of air ruffling my hair is the only thing I could define that very moment, like everything that happened that day once again replaying inside my head, like she just reminded me on how much I lost these past few years, it was heart breaking. I'm not sure if it was my tears dampening the back of my hand for once again I felt numb.
Numb enough for me to leave the small terrace outside the Lopez's garden when I knew that it's time to make a move. It was incredibly dark when I managed to sneak inside Santana's room to gather my things, there was still the soft music echoing down the garden indicating that they were still having fun, I should be having fun, it was my wedding after all and yet I can't even bring myself to smile and just thinking of those things that happened it's nearly impossible for my life to be normal.
When the cab came into a halt just in time the music in my earphones stopped, it's time.
By the moment I reached the front porch, I get flooded with a sense of nostalgia. My head spinning because of those things that might happen when I finally raise my hand and knock on this wooden door. Things that I might see when this door wide open, things that might replay inside my head.
And before I know it, I heard the three consecutive banging on the door and my hand retracting from it followed by the loudening abrupt footsteps from the inside. Next thing I know is that I was greeted by deep blue eyes, apron that has been clumsily hanging by her neck and the messy bun of her blonde hair.
It was my mom.
"Who's tha-Brittany! Oh my god, Brittany!"
"Hi!" is all I can let out when she already lunged on me squealing in the process, her arms wrapped around my neck before she cupped my cheek examining every inch of my face with that grin plastered on her lips.
"You look exactly like Marni." She breathed with a sigh and I can't help but smile at the mention of my mother's name.
"You too." I giggled.
"She's my twin, silly. Of course I look just like her." She laughed before playfully rolling her eyes whilst tugging me inside the house yelling incoherent words, saying that I'm here and things like that. How I miss this.
This happens to be my second home, even when I was young my mom and Aunt Lacy, they used to be super close, it was actually creepy in my opinion seeing two faces sitting on the couch, it took me years to get used to it, not until I reached the age of 7 I used to cry every time I see them together.
After the accident, this happens to be the first time that I did talk to them, in the funeral I even tried not to look at her, it's just so hurtful reminding me that my mom is never going back. And even I was about to leave Lima, I didn't contact them either, it's just I don't want things that holding me back right at that moment, for the only thing running inside my head was to move on and learn to live normally which I still guess failed to do so.
"Who?" Uncle Daniel yelled from the garden, he still got some grease and dirt all over himself but when his eyes landed on me, his mouth wide open and it was like he saw something from heaven above. "Jesus Christ! Brittany! How are you? It's been what? 9 years? Or 8?" he gasped when he managed to pull away from the bone crushing hug.
"4 years." I laughed as I thread my fingers through my hair.
"Yea, I just love counting things doubled, just to make sure." He laughed along. "-and it just felt like a very long time since we saw you. Look at you, you look really different since the funera- Ow!" Uncle Dan was automatically cut off when Aunt Lacy shoved him on the shoulder and he ended up raising his hands in defense. I let out a small giggle before my eyes automatically averted to my shoes and the coldness of my palms automatically gave a familiar scorching inside me.
"Mom! Why are you yelling? I almost spilled my chemistry project!" female voice yelled from upstairs and I can't help but smile when I realized whom that voice belonged to followed by the rushed steps down the stairs.
"Britt?" she almost whispered when she was finally two steps away from me. Beneath those eyeglasses, her hazel green eyes widen and her mouth fell open. "Britt!" she yelled with a laugh before engulfing me in a hug.
"Someone had a growth spurt." I gasped when she pulled away. Shelly is the very same age with my younger sister, Karen. The three of us used to be very close back then , and after the accident I learnt to aloof myself from everybody and I know that I did hurt her in some way.
Shelly blushed and shrugged modestly as she adjusts the rim of her glasses.
"And then he asked me out." Shelly whispered almost inaudible, her cheeks reddening and I bet her ears are burning.
"Oh my god! Is he cute?" Aunt Lacy and I asked in unison, our eyes plastered on Shelley's face.
"Don't you dare answer that, young lady! You aren't allowed to admire boys not until you're 30! Do you hear me?" Uncle Dan chirped in munching another lettuce in his mouth.
"Dan! Shelley is about to turn 18." Aunt Lacy scolded through a grin.
"And so? Boys are not allowed!" he nodded with gritted teeth. "And I really don't want to use that gun I used to tuck under my pillow."
"What?!" The rest of us almost yelled and Uncle Dan just shrugged.
"How about you Britt? Who's the lucky girl?" Aunt Lacy asked all of a sudden causing everybody's eyes to lay on my direction. They have that sly smirk playing along their lips waiting for my answer, and I can't help but gulp dryly.
"What are you guys saying?" I muttered innocently, shoving a piece of chicken cutlet in my mouth.
The look on their faces was actually creepy for they look like they're having an evil plan and things like these turn out not to be that good. I can feel the breaking of sweat on the corner of my face when they nod altogether before I once again burn under their gazes.
"Seriously? What?"
By that their eyes almost in unison averted on my hand holding a spoon and where that diamond ring has been lying. And why didn't I remove it, again?
"Heh!" I giggled before the spoon made a loud clattering sound against my plate when I tucked my hand under the table.
"Now what?" Shelley muttered with a dark laugh.
I ended up sighing and putting my hand out in display, and they started squealing in their seats, Aunt Lacy even set aside her plate hovering the other platter for her just to have a good view of my ring finger, Shelley got her mouth wide open the glow in her eyes was almost dreamy.
"It's so big," Aunt Lacy gasped as she run her fingers through mine. "How much is this? I bet this can even buy every single house in this village." She admired and I can't help but just smile.
"What's her name? And we didn't even have the chance to meet her. And why aren't we even invited?" Uncle Dan mumbled on the corner, his eyes fixed on the view before him.
"Her name is Santana Lopez, and the wedding was actually in a rush so, and in fact it was a private wedding." I reasoned.
There's the nagging voice on the back of my head if I should tell them that I'm in a billion dollar deal. That I'm marrying that woman in exchange of billion dollars. In their opinion, if there is one thing that has to be constant in a relationship, that has to be love.
And yes, Santana and I don't love each. We actually hate each other!
"We have to meet her. We need to see that woman who chased the heart of one Brittany Susan Pierce!" Aunt Lacy cheered with clasped hands.
See?
"Ummm, th-that… it- it was… s-she… we-we.." I stuttered out and I can feel the throbbing of my chest in every second that has passed.
"What?" Shelley countered with a quirked brow.
"Did she hurt you?" Uncle Dan assumed in an instant.
"What? No!" I said almost breathlessly.
"So? When can we meet her?" Aunt Lacy once again insisted with a longing look in her face.
I ended up scratching the back of my neck when their eyes never left mine. "Fine! Let me see our schedule. She's in a convention meeting right now." I lied. I can't actually say that she's on a honeymoon right now, alone. Just the mere thought of Santana landing in Hawaii gave that inner flame of guilt. Her words earlier were straight to my heart, I know that somehow she was sincere with what she just said but then giving her a lesson is what running inside my head.
"Good! I thought I was about to use that gun." He smirked.
"Dad!"
Later that night
"Goodnight Britt-Britt." Shelley called over her shoulder before closing the door behind her.
"Night!" I called back, trying to supress a yawn.
Shelley's old bedroom was swallowed by the complete darkness aside from the small amount of light from the street outside the glass window. For a second, I closed my eyes along with the loud sigh that escaped my lips.
I can't even believe that the reunion among us went pretty normal, no one mentioned something that'll change the mood and I hope that this week would just go on like that, it's not that I don't want them talking about my family, I actually wanted to hear those silly stories that Aunt Lacy used to blackmail mom, and yet I just want their memories resting peacefully inside my head.
Just when I once again closed my eyes, I just remembered that Santana already landed on Hawaii and she may have killed me more than hundredth time in her head. When I managed to blindly reach for my phone from the night stand, my lower lip was automatically tugged between my teeth when I saw the amount of messages Santana left me since I excused myself.
Just when I positioned my phone by my ear to listen on her message, I can feel the unusual pounding of my chest, her voice was so small and fragile and even the small cracking were still audible.
Hey Britt… Um…So, I really don't know where to start. I just arrive here in Hawaii, the place was so good, you'd probably like it of you were here and I know that you're still mad at me that's why you didn't come back… I'm sorry if I did hurt you with what I said, and I'm really sorry for dragging you into this. But, I need you. I just hope that when I get back there we could finalize the contract and I promise that I will be so nice, the cotton candy will melt in my mouth. I mean I should've been nice since the first day because it's actually my fault as to why we're here, why you're here. So, call me if you had a chance or just text me so that I'd know you're safe… bye.
I really don't know for how long her voice played in my ear, and before I know it I'm about to get lost in a peaceful slumber with that smile etching on my lips.
A/N: So how about you give me some love and I'll post another chapter on Monday or Tuesday?
And I was thinking if this Miranda girl could be like Odette Yustman from You Again. Watcha think?