Inspired by my jealousy towards watching a certain love movie.
This is a three-shot :)
Title: To New Year's
Summary: "Let's have a wager, whoever kisses you when the clock strikes 12 and the ball drops, is your destined soul mate." Three-shot
Pairing: Santana, Brittany
Rating: T
"You need to stop working and give yourself a break, Santana." Mike, the president and top-boss of Chang Films says, feeling sorry for his best worker who for the past years has advanced herself to Film Director Official. Santana was a young girl, only 25 when she got the position. She was also the only one who has ever agreed to working overtime without any complaints, a true inspiration.
Santana looks up from her laptop and smiles at Mike gently, shaking her head as she brushes her hair away. "It's okay Mike, you need to go now or you'll miss Tina and the kids." She replies, trying to change the subject because knowing from last year, she might get pushed out of the building again.
Mike checks the clock on her wall and sighs in defeat. "I'll let this go because you are in fact, right. How can I forget the time? Tina even told me to buy the ham" he rambles, listing the things he had forgotten due to too much work.
The young Latina tunes him out and concentrates on the many emails that keeps popping out on her screen.
"Anyways, Santana will you listen to me when I say I want you out of this office in 10 minutes?" he lectures softly, smiling at the woman who finally caught his attention. "If you don't, I'll send the guards upstairs." He half-jokes, cocking his hip to the side. "Alright then, see you in two weeks."
Santana nods in reply and once she hears the sound of her door being shut, she sighs and leans back on her chair, turning around to watch the nice view from her office window. It wasn't like she was anti-social, she just loved to work a lot. She became a workaholic as soon as her mom decided to stop working and let her and her sister rot in trouble and poor life. She was determined and that was her style of life. But it didn't mean she was inactive in her sexual life, she was very much active. And relationships wise, she's had a couple of girlfriends here and there but they all dumped and left her because she was too obsessed with work.
What? If the can't handle it, don't stay then.
Many of them told her she was bad at keeping a relationship. But that was a lie, she just hasn't found the one. Even if sometimes, she thinks soul mates don't actually exist.
Then there's Mike, he's a very good guy. Always smiling and charming. He was very handsome too, some girls in the office would die to be in Tina's shoes.
Slapping her laptop shut, she pushes herself off the chair and packs her things, checking the time to see how many hours left till the new year.
11:38pm.
Maybe she could past the time by going to the bar and join the countdown from there with other sleezy and boring people. She would shop for gifts if it wasn't for the fact no one would be waiting for her at home, her sister's family is all the way in New Zealand for vacation so all the presents she has for them is tuck safely under the closet in her room.
Yeah, maybe a trip to the bar would be great.
Maybe.
She waves goodbye to the doorman and clutches her coat closer to her body. It was oddly cold at this time of the day where everyone was running around the streets, celebrating the brand new 2017 on New York Times Square. She smiles when a few randomly greet her but keeps a stoic face when she comes to a stop in front of her favorite bar. Her friend that works in the bar was just locking the place up.
"Finn? Why are you closing the bar?" she asks, masking her disappointment.
The freakishly tall man stands up straight and smiles upon seeing the Latina. "Santana! Happy New Year!" he exclaims, giving her a big hug. "So good to see you again even though you stayed here for Christmas" he jokes, chuckling as he lets go, squeezing her shoulders. "And to answer your question… yes, unfortunately I'm closing the bar for New Year's."
She frowns and bites her lip. "What? Why? You never close the bar…"
Smiling with a twinkle in his eyes, Finn couldn't help but chuckle. "I do now, I've met a girl recently and I knew it was love at first sight. She invited me to her parent's house to celebrate and I'm just on my way there! Not too far…" he rambled on, completely lost in his thoughts.
Santana's frown is more evident in her face as she stares at the tall man, who surprisingly started to dress up nicely. "That's great Finn…" she responds slowly.
Sensing her feelings, Finn turns to the Latina with a soft smile. "You'd be surprised to know I was actually considering not to close it just for you."
Quirking an eyebrow, Santana cocks her hip to the side. "And what makes you so sure I was going to come for New Years?"
"Wasn't sure, just cared enough to be there for you if ever you needed company" he replies, smiling gently.
Santana's eyes widen as she listens to him, this definitely wasn't Finn.
"Should I say thank you?"
Rolling his eyes, Finn steps forward and wraps Santana in a hug. "Just don't lock yourself in a bathroom… it's…" he pulls away and checks his watch. "It's 11:42, you got a few more minutes, I think you can make it to watch the big ball drop! What about that?" he suggests, wagging his eyebrows.
"I'll think about it… but are you even going to make it to this girl's house in time?" She asks, curious.
"No need to worry, its only a few blocks down but I got to go, Happy New Year Santana!" he yells while running away, leaving the poor girl in front of his bar, alone.
She throws her hands in the air and turns around, gulping when she sees the crowd of people running towards the ball drop.
Fucking holidays.
"Why is a pretty girl like you all alone?" comes a voice from behind her.
She turns around and is suddenly met with brown eyes, but not as brown as hers.
"Isnt that the point of New Years? To kiss a stranger?" she retorts back, smirking. Might as well flirt if she had nothing else to do.
Laughing, the stranger gives her a thumbs up. "You're hot but I don't swing that way…" she mumbles, tapping her chin.
Santana couldn't help the flush of her cheeks, feeling embarrassed.
Why'd you call me pretty then… ugh.
She was about to walk away when she felt the girl grab her arm and pull her in. "Hey don't leave, disappointed I'm not a lesbian?"
"Not disappointed, I'm just not interested." She replies smoothly, tugging her arm away.
The stranger pouts at her. "You sounded interested a minute ago."
"A lot can change in a minute."
Smiling, the stranger nods her head and suddenly pulls Santana with her as they near the crowd watching the ball drop. "That's true because any minute now we're going to jump from 2016 to 2017!" she squeals and Santana's starting to get really annoyed.
So why am I not letting go?
They push people away and end up staying in the middle of the road, not too far from the stage and not too near also.
"Please tell me why you dragged me along?"
The Stranger looks down from where she was staring at the ball and smiles. "It's not good to be alone in such a great event"
Rolling her eyes, Santana stomps her feet in frustration. "When the fuck will this all stop? You are literally the third person who said the same thing." She growls, crossing her arms.
Said stranger shrugs her shoulders and grabs two pairs of 2017 shades from a passerby giving away the items and hands it over to Santana. "My name's Rachel by the way."
Heck with it.
Santana places the shades atop her head and huffs.
"I'm Santana, so why are you alone then?"
Rachel hums for a while before replying, also playing the shades on top of her head. "I'm actually waiting for a friend but she hasn't replied since forever. I think she's hooking up with someone for sure. That's what she always does in New Years."
"So that means you're always alone?" she shots back, actually smirking as Rachel flushes pink.
"Not always! Just before the clock turns to the number 12, she'd always show up, find me and make sure I get a kiss."
Santana stops her brain for thinking for a moment. "Hold up, I thought you don't swing that way."
Rachel nods. "I don't but it's always been a ritual of her and I to peck in front of the ball drop. We've been friends since forever."
"Uhm… that's great." She replies, somewhat still confused.
11:53
"We got 7 more minutes… I doubt your friend is coming." Santana mumbles, looking around as people start paring up and couples start kissing already.
I should've stayed in the office.
Rachel ignores the Latina's protest and screams as a singer comes on stage before turning back to the Latina. "What is your problem? You're so… negative." She points out, eyebrows coming together.
Glaring, Santana looks up and actually starts to sway at the music. Some guy with long blonde hair and big lips starts singing to Raise Your Glass and she loves the song.
"What's your problem for intruding me?" she bites back, eyes softening when she sees Rachel's face telling her to calm down. "I mean … yeah."
"Oh be thankful will you Santana? If I wasn't here, you'd regret it."
She thinks she's kind of right.
11:55
"5 minutes…" she mumbles, laughing as the boy on stage removes his shirt and throws it to the crowd.
Rachel suddenly turns to her and smiles. "Let's have a quick wager."
Quirking an eyebrow, she tunes out everything else and nods. "Okay what about?"
The brunette points to the ball and grins. "When the clock strikes 12 and the ball drops, whoever kisses you is going to be your soul mate." She declares, crossing her arms together as someone suddenly bumps her back.
Santana furrows her eyebrows. "What the heck, no, that's stupid."
"Oh? Then there's no harm in agreeing if its just stupid." Rachel replies back, smirking smugly.
Frowning, Santana can't help but sigh. "Is there your way of telling me you're actually into ladies and it was your plan all along?"
Laughing out loud, Rachel throws her head back and shakes her hand in front of the Latina. "Oh god no, I promise you, I am not gay."
"Fine, so what happens to you when the ball drops? Should I say the same?"
Rachel's face contorts in disgust. "Ew, no. not me, I'm sure she's going to come and kiss me and my best friend is not my type. She's a girl too."
Raising her hands up in defense, Santana nods frantically. "Okay okay, fine ms. Picky. What about... when the clock strikes 12 and the ball drops… if nobody kisses you—"
"—but—" Rachel cuts in
"—listen up Rachel." She cuts the small girl with a hiss. "—I repeat, if nobody kisses you— then the guy on stage is your soul mate." She laughs pointing at the still naked boy.
Smiling, Rachel sticks her tongue out. "Ha. That's not gonna work because my bestie is going to kiss me—so wait, what if I get kissed then?"
Santana grins. "Then I'm your soul mate, how is that?"
Rachel scowls. "What the hell. That is gross."
They both look away to the stage when suddenly Rachel's eyes widen. "Wait—Is this your plan to hook up with me?" she gasps, poking Santana's rib as the Latina squeaks in shock.
She glares at Rachel before smirking. "No, what makes you think that? I'm pretty sure she's not coming."
Rachel frowns at her. "She is, and what you just wagered on me is really gross."
The Latina taps the girl's shoulder and points at the ball.
"Pray your lucky stars your bestie wont arrive to this year's ball drop then." She jokes, turning around.
11:59
Heh, doubt someone's going to kiss me.
"8…7…6…"
Santana looks around and notices no one is coming close to her, too busy with the other.
"5…"
She peeks at Rachel and no one's going to her also.
She thinks, If I kiss Rachel then that means she's my soul mate and since I kissed her, that means I turn out to be her soul mate also.
"4…"
Laughing internally, Santana smirks. Can't believe this midget thinks soul mates are actually true.
"3…
"2…
Smiling to herself, Santana won. No fucking soul mate.
But wait, does that mean she's going to be single for—forever?
"1…"
That's it. It's over, Santana a f—
"Hey Raaa-chhelle, sorry I'm laaate—I love your neww hai-r" slurs a woman right beside Santana as she grabs her cheeks and turns her head so the Latina could face another fucking stranger.
"Happy New Year!" is screamed all over the place and from the corner of her eyes she see the ball drop and then back at the woman before she feels lips smacking against hers and is it her imagination or did a firework just explode in front of her face?
She's never felt such good lips kiss her that well, its like a magical taste of candy and vanilla as Santana moans, deciding to put out her tongue and lick the stranger's lower lip, causing the other girl to moan as well and hold Santana's cheeks tighter before opening her mouth and allowing Santana's hot tongue to enter her mouth...and fuck is she really making out with a stranger at a holiday event?
Yes you are.
The stranger suddenly laughs and pulls away from Santana, but not before giving her one last final kiss.
"F—fuck, Rachelle—Barbra, when *hic * have you –kissed like that? fuuuck…" moans the blonde stranger that's gripping on Santana's arms tightly, which is good because she's about to fall any minute now.
Santana's eyes are still wide in shock because shit, somebody actually kissed her and shit, this is her soulmate?
No Santana, stop… this whole wager is not even real. You're being unrealistic.
But recalling the kiss, she felt like something magical just happened.
The blonde girl who just kissed Santana is now wobbling side to side before throwing her head back, laughing aloud. She then pushed herself away and smacked her cheeks a couple of times, glaring at the people who would bump into her and make her dizzy again.
"Uhm—are you okay?" Santana asked shyly, not knowing what to do. The blonde looked like a mess—a hot mess. Her hair was wild and if what Rachel said was true, then this blonde must have just come from a sex marathon with some chick. She doesn't know why but it upsets her.
The blonde blinks a couple of times before fixing her vision on Santana, smirking. "Hey there! You—you're hot! Want a taste of mah lips?" she giggles, tapping her pink bottom lip.
Santana blushes and chuckles quietly, ignoring the voices around her. "I already did." She states, looking away bashfully.
Blondie tilts her head to the side and laughs. "You're funny! I like it, so tell me—wanna kiss me? I'm really good at kissing."
Yeah, I know.
Furrowing her eyebrows, the Latina nods. "Yeah… we actually just kissed." She shouts, just when the music started to get louder.
The only response she gets is a confused hot blondie.
Good thing Rachel came in to the rescue… Santana still can't believe she just met the damn woman.
"Brittany?"
Okay—her name is Santana, not Brittany.
"Rachel! Where'd ya go? Why'd you leave after the kiss—I actually really liked that one—it was the best yet." The blonde—Brittany—rambled, giggling as she skipped her way to the short brunette, kissing her cheek. "You got really good."
Rachel frowns and looks between you and Brittany. Then all of a sudden something clicks and her eyes widen. "Oh my Jew."
Brittany throws her hands up in the air and screams as the song "Burn" starts playing on the big speakers with confetti coming out from different sides of the square. "Yeah!"
Shaking her head, Rachel looks at Santana with a quirked eyebrow. Silently asking her if what she thinks is what the Latina thinks also.
She couldn't help but gulp then nod.
"Wow." She gasps, removing herself from Brittany as she walks to Santana, a teasing grin on her lips. "Wow, wow, wow."
They stare at each other before she turns her head and calls Brittany's name, who after at least 5 calls—finally hears her best friend.
"What is it Rach?" she yells, still fist bumping to the sound of Burn.
Rachel points towards the exit of the crowd and smiles. "Let's get something to eat!" she screams, reaching out for Santana's arm.
Brittany pouts but agrees because her head aches anyways and she wants nachos.
Confused as hell, Santana cant help but follow these two girls she just met and kissed one.
"Where are we going?" she hisses to Rachel's ear, tugging her arm away.
The small brunette points to a Mexican restaurant. "Britt loves Mexican food, you don't mind do you?"
Shaking her head, Santana licks her dry lips. "I'll just go, I don't want to disturb you guys—"
"Nuh-uh… you're not leaving until I say you can" Rachel replies, smirking.
Santana just scowls at her. "I just fucking met you…why should I follow you?"
She looks at the Latina and Brittany who's walking—more like dragging herself—behind them with a grin. "'Cuz you want to get to know my best friend." She stated simply, reading the Latina's face.
And again, they just met.
"What are you talking about."
Rachel doesn't even say more and they enter the Mexican Restaurant that's almost empty since everyone was too busy celebrating outside. Taking a seat at the farthest end, Rachel slides in the booth followed by Santana then comes in Brittany sitting in front of both of them.
She closes and opens her eyes a couple of times before groaning in pain. "Shit… it's too quiet. Everything's just popping in." she says, gripping her head tightly.
Immediately raising her hand, Santana calls for a waiter. "Excuse me! Yeah you with the baggy pants."
The waiter approaches them with a smile. "Yes?"
"Can you please bring us a glass of water…" she turns to Rachel who finishes Santana's sentence. "Lemonade for me."
"Okay, and you?"
Shaking her head, she ignores the man and continues to stare at Brittany who's laying her head on the table, groaning endlessly. "No thanks."
After a while, Rachel couldn't help but giggle.
"What's so funny midget?" Santana asks, rolling her eyes.
"This is really funny." She replies, gesturing to everything. "I mean, wow… I never saw it coming… Brittany kissing you." she whispers, laughing some more when she notices Brittany not even minding the both of them. Its like she doesn't know what's happening at all.
Chuckling, Santana chances a glance to the blonde. "I honestly thought I was going to get no one for my future."
Silence then all of a sudden a light bulb sparks above Santana and she's whipping her head towards Rachel. "Hold up, so what happened to you? kiss? No kiss?" she asks, grinning.
Rachel frowns. "No … kiss…" she mumbles, huffing. "You stole my kiss."
Now it was Santana's turn to laugh out loud. "Oh god, so your soulmate is… oh god—" then she laughs again, slamming her hands down on the table.
Brittany shots up and hisses. "What's so funny?" she asks, clearing her vision and pouting when she sees someone she doesn't know.
"Rachel? Who's this?" she asks, nudging her head to the Latina.
Santana smiles awkwardly whilst Rachel clasps her hands together. "Brittany, this is Santana… I literally just met her 10 minutes ago. Santana, Brittany… my bestfriend."
The Latina stretches her hand and smiles. "Nice to meet you."
Quirking an eyebrow, Brittany reluctantly takes the hand. "Same."
Clapping her hands again, Rachel raises her hand and waits for the waiter. "Great! Now let's order."
"Before we order Rach, can I just ask how in the fucking world were you able to kiss like that?" she asks, faking awe as she takes a sip of water—humming at the cool feeling. "Like seriously, that was better than the girl I was just fuc—"
Holding her hands up, Rachel squeals. "Stop, don't even finish that."
Brittany just giggles at her, drinking the glass of water.
And Santana's just frowning to herself because she feels like this Brittany girl doesn't even know she's there.
Didn't she feel that spark too?
Sensing what Santana was feeling, Rachel replied, saying… "As flattering as that sounds Britt, you didn't kiss me." She says, grinning.
Brittany just stares at her best friend before glancing back at Santana.
"Then who did I kiss?" she asks, frowning.
Rachel pulls Santana closer to her and points to her face. "This chica."
Santana blushes and takes a deep breath before moving her eyes to look back at blue ones. Wow, they're so blue. And she can't help but get lost in them. Brittany has other plans though and eyes Santana up and down—
She looks disappointed and something else.
"She's hot." She points out, smirking. "And yeah, if you were the one that kissed me then you must be good in bed—"
"Brittany Pierce!" Rachel gasps, throwing her tissue to the woman.
Santana just stays quiet. She's never like this to girls but this blonde bombshell is just fucking different.
The small brunette turns to Santana and places her hand on her shoulder. "I'm so sorry, Brittany's really bold when she meets new people—that attract her and are possible to her bed notch." She whispers, making Santana feel … sad all of a sudden.
"Hey don't say that! You're making me look bad to our new friend here!" Brittany yells, throwing a piece of nacho to Rachel's face, who just swats it away.
"Anyways—Santana right?" she asks, looking at the Latina.
Santana nods.
"What're you doing alone in New Years?"
Rachel laughs and Santana cant help but roll her eyes.
Brittany just quirks an eyebrow. "I swear you guys just met and you keep laughing and having inside jokes already…"
"No—Britt, it's just…"
Santana finishes for her. "You're like the 4th person who asked me that."
Blue eyes shine with mischief. "Let's make me the 5th too, what're you doing alone in New Years Santana?" the blonde asks in a British accent, causing Santana to snicker.
After a few laughs, they start to quiet down and munch on their meals.
"So… are you going to answer my question?" Brittany asks, smiling at the Latina.
She finishes her bite of quesadilla and wipes her mouth. "Let's just say this is the first time I actually did something besides work on a holiday."
"Oh? So you're a workaholic?" she asks, chewing.
Santana nods. "The worst kind of workaholic. Other than women, I find pleasure in piles of paper and stress." She jokes, earning a light chuckle from the blonde.
"I'm the complete opposite. I'm the laziest person in the world—"
"—which is weird because Brittany here is a wedding and events planner—" Rachel points out, shaking her head. "Yet she's lazy."
"And I spend most of my nights in other ladies' houses." She adds, smirking.
"Which is very gross, I must add." Rachel says, scowling.
Santana watches their interaction and smiles. This isn't so bad.
"What's your work anyway Santana?" Brittany asks.
"I'm a screenwriter. If you know Chang Films, I'm their Film Director Head and one of their best screenwriters." She couldn't help but boast, admiring the way Brittany's eyes widen.
"That's so cool—so you always watch the movies for free?"
"If its by our company, then yes."
Tapping her chin as she slowly feels herself sober up, Brittany grins at Santana. "What movies did you guys release?"
Straigthening up her body she sends her a wink of confidence. "Easy, there are lots of them but if you know the movie Room Service, Catching Water, 14 going on 40 and Nice Girls, those are all made by Chang Films Industry." she says, very proud of working in that company.
Brittany smiles at this. "And those are some really good movies. Therefore do I get a free ticket for premiers if ever you release a top notch movie? she asks, blue eyes shimmering.
Smirking, Santana pretends to ponder. "I dont know, I only give tickets to those who are dearly close to me."
The blonde laughs and slaps Rachel's arm across the table. "Rach we got to be best friends with this girl!" she jokes, winking at Santana briefly.
"I couldn't agree with you more! Why do you think I approached her in the first place?" she fakes a whisper, earning a loud slap from the Latina. "I'm kidding Santana!"
"I have a question..." Brittany mumbles, making sure she keeps her face stoic.
Santana nudges her chin. "Shoot ahead."
Chuckling sexily, Brittany leans in and husks, "Do you release porn films also?"
This got Santana's attention as she feels all the heat go up to her skin and burn her body. She wasn't expecting that and so wasn't Rachel because soon she and the blonde are having a nacho fight.
"Brittany you have no filter" screams Rachel, dodging a few pieces.
"And you have no fun." she bites back, stopping the battle before turning to Santana. "Well?"
Two can play at this game.
"Yes we have done a few porn films. We do all genre's." she says, trying to seem professional.
But she doesn't miss the way Brittany's blue eyes turn a shade darker, and it isn't because of the alcohol she drank hours back.
Licking her lips, Brittany presses herself further in. "Like what kinds?"
"You know, the kinky role plays and whatnot" she replies, shrugging. "If you want—since you really want to get free tickets... I could give you some and we can watch one together." she husks, patting herself in the back as she watches Brittany take a big gulp.
Their sexual tension is cut loose when Rachel shouts, "Waiter, give us the damn check before we pay for whatever table they'll use for sex"
And they all laugh.
As soon as the waiter comes back and offers them their checks, Santana immediately gets them all.
Rachel and Brittany look at her, about to say something.
"Look just let me pay because the both of you actually did something life-changing for me okay?" she says, waving them off.
They don't say anything else but a thank you.
Just as they were leaving the restaurant and were about to go their separate ways… they exchange numbers and give hugs. But Santana didn't want to just end it there. There was a reason why Brittany kissed her that night, there was a reason they had that sexual feeling, and she was going to go all out. She's a confident woman. She can do this.
"Brittany! Hold up!"
She misses the way Rachel's eyes widen and hands move frantically in the air.
"Yeah? What's up Santana?" she asks, smiling softly. "Thanks for paying again by the way."
"Your welcome." She replies, nodding her head. "So uhm, I was wondering if you wanted to go out sometime? Maybe?"
Brittany's eyes suddenly turn a shade duller.
"Like if you're free I can take you out on a date, it could be a dinner—an amusement park—" she listed them down when all of a sudden Brittany touches her hand.
The Latina looks up and stares at blue eyes suspiciously.
"You're really sweet and beautiful and hot and sexy and such a great kisser Santana… and any girl would be lucky to have you but…"
Gulping, Santana didn't know how to react. Wasn't there a spark?
"But?"
"But I'm not into relationships. I don't like attachments. I fuck a different girl every night and I'm not ashamed of it. I've never had a relationship since college and I don't plan to have one anytime soon. You're…" she stops when she sees the rejected look on Santana's face. "Hey, don't be sad. I'm doing this because I feel like I actually really care about you… I feel like we have a connection and I don't want to break that because I might just throw it away. Is staying as friends good for you? Is it okay Santana?"
Santana takes a deep breath and chances a glance to Rachel, who's sending her an apology via eye stare. She musters up the courage to smile and nod at the blonde.
"Okay." She replies, smoothly…well, ish.
Brittany bounces on her toes and kisses Santana on the cheek. "Awesome, I bet we're going to be the best of friends soon." She declares, running back to Rachel who's smacking Brittany at the back.
Santana hums. "Yeah,"
x-x
Waking up, its still the afternoon of new years day. Santana hates new years day. Is it because she had a super big liking to the blonde bombshell known as Brittany in the big ball drop?
Maybe.
Knowing she has nothing better to do (after all she has two weeks off of work), Santana decides to visit her all time chill place, the one and only, Starbucks. She grabs her coat, and her favorite book and descends the stairs of her condo and walks out.
Starbucks isn't that far away, only a couple of blocks and hopefully she'll clear her mind from a blue-eyed blonde.
Who is she kidding? It's impossible to remove these thoughts. It's weird because this only happens in movies. So why is it happening to her now? Like honestly its funny to think a minute before the ball dropped, Santana didn't believe in soulmates and love then in comes Brittany—who she didnt even spend more than 24 hours with—and she's already hung up.
It's probably because of the kiss. That damn kiss. Santana's kissed lots of girls, but this one—even she knew Brittany felt the spark. She had to. So why deny it?
And the way they talked, it just clicked.
…Then she remembers what Brittany said, she isn't interested in a relationship. Okay okay Santana gets it, but what if you found the one and she's gone just because you don't want to start a relationship—a committed relationship.
Santana couldn't help but roll her eyes to herself.
I'm fucking dumb.
"Not that dumb."
Jolting just in front of the cashier in Starbucks, Santana holds her chest and huffs. Since when did she arrive here?
Her friend, Kurt, is someone who has been taking care of her drinks for a long time.
"Excuse me?" she asks, frowning as she gets a few dollars in her wallet. Yup she doesn't even need to say her order, Kurt already knows it.
"I said your not that dumb, well most of the time you are because you still wont believe me when I say Kitty has a big obvious crush on you." he says, giving Santana her change.
Rolling her eyes, she chuckles. "That's never true Kurt, you think every girl likes me—and I know, I'm hot—" she says while gesturing her whole body. "—but I don't –"
Do relationships.
Fuck.
Kurt raises an eyebrow. "What is it?"
Santana smiles and shakes her head, not bothering to finish her sentence. Guess I know how it feels like to be Brittany for a second.
And speak of the devil, there goes Brittany in the back end of the shop, with a brunette that's not Rachel.
There's no harm in saying hi right?
She slowly approaches them and misses the way Brittany sees her and bites her lip.
"Brittany?" Santana calls out, waving shyly.
Brittany takes a deep breath and turns her attention to Santana, pretending to be shock. "Santana? Oh hey! Long time no see" she joked, sarcastically.
"Yeah, how are you?" she continues to ask, not wanting to last the conversation.
Brittany giggles and points at the girl across the table. "Santana this is Marley. Marley, this is my friend Santana."
Marley stands up and shakes her hand. "Hi there." She greets, smiling with big white teeth.
"Holâ." Santana couldn't help herself.
Eyes widening, Marley smirks. "Spanish, that's super cool." She says in awe, moving back to her seat but not before gesturing for Santana to sit beside her.
They both don't notice the way Brittany scowls at that.
"I've always wanted to learn Spanish, but I guess it never worked out." Marley says, sighing.
Santana nods along and couldn't help but blurt out the question in her head. "How'd you and Brittany meet?" She asks, taking a sip of her mocha latte.
Marley couldn't help but scratch the back of her head. "Actually… funny thing is I just met her just now."
Brown eyes widen, chancing a glance at Brittany who's looking out the window, blushing.
"You did?"
Marley nods furiously. "Yes, you see I dropped my wallet somewhere and when I ordered I was so embarrassed, I didn't have money! Luckily enough Brittany was behind me and offered to pay—in return I'd have coffee with her." She tells me, with a sparkle in her eyes.
What the fuck… that's the exact same look that she had.
"Oh? Isn't she a charmer?" Santana hisses, hoping they wont notice but unbeknown to her, Brittany cringes in her seat.
"Yeah, she is." Marley agrees, nodding her head. "I even asked her to go out with me next week because who can resist her right?" she continues, chuckling.
No fucking way.
Brown eyes narrow on Brittany's half-covered face (from all the hair) when Marley drops her shades on the ground.
Does she think this is funny or something?
"It was great talking to you Marley, Brittany…" she says, going to stand up—finally catching Brittany's attention. "But I have to go—I'm actually late in meeting with someone."
After one more wave, Santana walks out of the café with fast steps.
Fucking ass.
She's about to turn a corner when she hears her name being called.
"Santana! Hey! Santana!"
She doesn't stop walking but it seems like Brittany's long toned legs beat her to it.
Brittany holds her shoulder and turns the Latina around. "Will you stop walking?"
"I stopped. Are you happy now?" she hisses, scowling at the blonde.
Brittany pouts at her. "What's your deal? Why are you acting this way?"
"I don't know maybe because you lied and embarrassed me? You said you don't go out on dates with people Brittany… remember that?"
"Okay calm the fuck down Santana. What gives you the right to judge me when we just met 10 hours ago? You're acting like an over-exaggerating girlfriend—and guess what, we're not even that close of friends." Brittany points out, shoulders slumping down.
"—You don't know who I am and you cant judge me. I'm sorry if I don't want to date you but its only because I saw the way you and Rachel interacted, you guys are going to be good friends and I cant ruin that."
Santana glares some more.
"I'm a player Santana."
The Latina stomps her feet down loudly. "So what? After the date with Marley you're just going to leave her?"
"As sad as you hear this, yes. That's how I go with ladies. I told you, we connected and I cant break that by playing you also."
Shrugging her shoulders, she nods her head.
Why do fuck am I so fucking pissed?
"Rejection's just a bad taste to my mouth." She says, hissing. "Especially after that kiss—"
"—Santana your mind is just getting confused okay!" Brittany cuts in, throwing her hands in the air.
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm saying that because I know, she told me, Rachel told you whoever kisses you when the ball drops is your soul mate, you 100% believed her and the mind took over you. Whatever you feel, its just superstition." Brittany explains, smiling gently. "You seem sweet, you're funny and great to talk to and you kiss really good, but I cant date you, I'm sorry."
Santana doesn't show an expression when she asks, "So you kissed me on purpose or was it accidental?"
Silence,
"Accidental." Brittany whispers, bowing her head down before looking back up as quickly as she can, eyes strong. "But I told you, it doesn't mean anything—you're just thinking too much about it."
Marley suddenly comes from out of nowhere and pants. "There you are, Brittany—are you guys okay?"
Santana looks at her and smirks. "More than okay. I'll see you around Brittany." She says, leaning in to kiss her cheek, and yup.
There's that spark again.
Santana isn't superstitious. She knows what she felt.
And she's going to prove it.
Goddamn she will…
But how the fuck is she going to do that—
"Hey Santana!"
She stops in her tracks with the mocha latte still in hand as she sees Mike, her boss—approach her with a girl behind him.
"Mike?"
"Hey Santana! I'm so happy I ran into you, I have a huge favour." He begs, clasping his hands together. "This is Elaine, she's new to New York and I was supposed to tour her around the company but Tina needs me" he exasperates, ruffling his spikey hair. "Is it okay to handle this for me?"
Santana stares at this Elaine girl and smiles. She's pretty and her eyes are so intoxicating, it almost seems unreal.
"Sure, I have nothing else to do." She says, shrugging her shoulders.
"You are amazing." He gushes, pinching her cheeks which is totally unprofessional.
Leaving them behind, Elaine fixes her hair and licks her lips. "Shall we?"
Woah. Hot voice too.
"Yes, it's a 10 minute walk, hope you don't mind."
Staring at Santana's body up and down not-so-secretly, Elaine grinds. "I don't mind at all."
Hmm… so how does she get back at Brittany?
Review if you want to read the next two chapters! A lot of jealousy in store for the both of them :) This is a first for me, the plot is different and I'm excited to work it out!