Chapter 2 - Hot Cocoa
I got to work this morning and saw Santana sitting in the break room, her hand in her hair, her eyes closed and her one hand wrapped around a cup of coffee. I smiled before walking up to her.
"Rough night?" I asked. She opened her eyes and smiled at me as I poured myself some coffee.
"You could say that. I didn't sleep. My neighbors just had a baby and it was screaming all night long. Like, jesus christ, shut up your baby people!" She said and closed her eyes again. I put the pot of coffee down and lifted my mug to my lips before taking a sip. I watched her as she rested her eyes and she looked so peaceful.
I heard a loud bang from down the hallway and turned my head to see where it came from. Sue's office. I sighed and looked back at Santana who was wide awake now. Sue was probably just in a shit mood today, as usual. Santana looked alert and ready to work. It was cute how she was so prepared, moving her hands around on the table, her eyes wide open and her mug of coffee untouched in front of her.
"Blondie!" Yelled Sue and I knew it was me. She stormed into the break room and glared at me, "If your piece is not on my desk within the next five minutes, you're fired." She said. That was always her threat. And it was always five minutes. She's so annoying. I sighed and started walking to my office, putting my hand on Santana's shoulder and lightly squeezing on my way out of the break room. I knew she smiled as I walked away and I could feel her watching me.
As soon as I was in my office, I quickly printed out my piece and put it in a folder before walking to Sue's office and putting it on her desk.
"Two minutes. You can't fire me." I said and Sue still glared.
"Good job, Blondie. You're not fired today. Now get out." She said. I nodded and walked out of her office, making my way to Santana's office. I wanted to ask her if she wanted to grab a cup of coffee with me at lunch. Thank God it was Friday and I didn't have any more pieces I had to write this week. I felt relief wash over my body as I knocked on Santana's door. I heard her on the phone as I walked in, she signaled me to sit down as she spoke.
"Yeah, I know love, but I'm working. You can't expect me to just drop everything just because you miss me." She said to the person on the other end. She called them 'love'... A boyfriend? Girlfriend, maybe? Fuck, she's seeing someone, "Yeah... Yeah, okay fine. Goodbye, Bianca." She said and put her phone down. Bianca... So it was a girl. A girlfriend. She's either gay or bisexual. Thank god.
"Who was that?" I asked, leaning back in the chair I was sitting on. She sighed and ran her fingers through her long raven hair.
"My girlfriend. I'm gay, by the way. I hope you're not uncomfortable or anything." She said quickly. I chuckled and shook my head.
"No, no. It's fine. Great, actually, I'm gay too." I told her. She smiled and sighed.
"Thank God. I thought I was the only one here." She said with relief in her voice. I smiled and bit my lip. She's gay, yay! Hey, that rhymes.
"Nope. I'm all gay. Totally into woman. I'm an ass lady." I told her. She smiled and nodded before chuckling.
"Well, me too, but I have to say, I prefer tits. They're nice to squeeze." She said, lifting her hands up and squeezing the air. I laughed and nodded.
"Alright. That's cool." I said, still laughing a little.
"So, yeah, that was my girlfriend. God, she's needy. It's like she has her period all the time." She said, "I mean, I never have time to breathe 'cause she's always at my throat about stuff."
"Why are you still with her then?" I asked suddenly. Shit, too personal. Brittany, you're so stupid.
"Well, we're high school sweethearts, I guess. She was my first love." She said and then chuckled, "Was." She pointed out, "I just can't leave her, you know. I've never really broken up with anyone that was in love with me, so I don't really know how to do it."
"So, wait. You don't love her anymore?" I asked.
"No, no. Of course I love her, I'm just not in love with her anymore." Said Santana as she wrote something down on a pad. She was left handed. I'll remember that.
"Well, if she knows that you're not happy then she'll understand." I said, "Maybe you should tell her that you love her but you two just aren't meant to be." I suggested. Santana looked up at me and smiled while she tilted her head to the side.
"Yeah... Maybe I will." She said and glanced at me for a second more before continuing her writing, "So, is there anything you needed?"
"Uh, yeah, I wanted to know what you were doing for lunch? Like, maybe we could get a cup of coffee. As friends." I said, adding the word 'friends' in, to make sure she knew that I wasn't trying to force my way in and ruin her shitty relationship.
"Sure, why not? I'd love to get to know you more. And maybe you can tell me when you got that tattoo on your wrist?" She suggested and glanced at my wrist before writing again. I smiled and felt my cheeks heat up.
Yeah, I know, I have a tattoo. It's on my left wrist and it says 'Te amo' and it means, 'I love you' in Spanish. I got it because I thought the words were so pretty in Spanish and I wanted them on my body forever. I don't know why, but I love it.
"Yeah, sure. Do you know what it says?" I asked. She nodded.
"Te amo." She said perfectly, "I love you." She said and glanced up at me. I smiled really big and nodded.
"Yeah, but how did you-?"
"I'm spanish, Britt." She said and started smiling. Now I felt stupid. Of course she's spanish. She looks like Salma Hayek... Except she's hotter. Like, way hotter.
"Oh, duh! Sorry, I'm so stupid." I said, and blushed with embarrassment.
"God, it's fine, really. You're not stupid Britt." She said and I smiled at her.
"Thank you." I said softly, "Um, anyways, so lunch?"
"Yeah. Sounds good." She said and smiled.
"Cool, I'll come by here at 12 and then we can leave together." I told her and smiled back. She nodded and I left her office and went to mine. I sat down at my desk and sighed. I liked her. She's sweet.
I decided to start doodling on my note pad to pass the time and then my phone rang. I hit speaker and kept drawing.
"Hello?" I answered happily.
"Blondie! Get your butt in my office, now!" Yelled Sue on the other end. I smiled and stood up. She probably wanted to talk to me about my piece. I knew this talk so well, she'd call me to her office, I'd sit down, she'd tell me how shit I am at writing and then publish that piece and say that it was shitty but not as shitty as the other two.
I made my way to her office and walked in without knocking since her door was wide open. I sat down on the chair opposite her after I closed the door. She stared at me until I said something.
"Hi, Sue." I said. She glared even harder and picked up my piece, throwing it on the table in front of her and banging her hand on it a couple times.
"Blondie, do you wanna tell me when the talent fairy came and sprinkled some of her talent dust all over you?" She asked. I frowned.
"Uh.. What?" I asked.
"Why is this so good, Blondie?" She asked. I smiled.
"Um, did you just say my writing was good?" I asked.
"Damn right I did and as much as it pains me to say this... I think this is the best writing I've ever seen, Blondie. Good job. A+ for Blondie. Get back to work." She said and I nodded before getting up and walking out of her office with a huge smile on my face. She just said my writing was good. She did say that right? I'm not dreaming right?... Wow, turns out Santana isn't only hot and sweet. She's like my inspiration. Oh, my god. She's the talent fairy that Sue was talking about. Whoa, what if she really has magical powers?! That'd be cool.
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A few minutes before 12, I saw Santana walk past my office with a few pieces of paper in her hand. I watched her stop, turn around and walk into my office. She smiled and I did too.
"Hi. Look, I was wondering if maybe you could read this for me before I give it to Sue and then we can get going?" She asked. I nodded as she sat down and handed me the papers. And this is what it said:
-Sex. It's something we all enjoy... Well, most of us.. Those of us who have already done it. Sex is something that some people do just for fun. It's also something that some people choose to do when they're in love.
I lost my virginity in high school. I was 15 and I was dating this guy that was two years older. Now, boys at that age only really want one thing. Sex. And for them, it's mostly just fun. Some of them understand that it means something but others just want it because it makes them feel good. And it does feel good. But, when you're in love with the person you're doing it with, it feels even better.
When you have sex, it means something. Every single time, it means something. It always means something. Because it's doing something, to you.. To your heart. Sex is our happy drug, right? It's everyones happy drug. It gives us this amazing feeling that's indescribable and we become attached to that feeling. We become so attached to that feeling that we begin to want more. And that then leads to obsession. Which is why I advise you to wait until you're in love and ready to deal with all of those feelings.
If you have any questions or thoughts just write me a letter and I'll totally answer it in my next article.
By Santana Lopez -
I sat there on my chair with my mouth half open. To be honest, I feel like she's a sex guru or something. What if her and I get together one day and then have sex and she thinks I suck? I smiled after a while and nodded, giving it back to her.
"Yeah... It's good... Really good." I said and she giggled and shook her head.
"Thanks. You're cute." She said and then checked her watch, "It's 12. Let me just give this to Sue and then we can go, yeah?" She asked. I nodded.
"Yeah... Sure." I said as she walked out and towards Sue's office. I let out the breath I'd been holding. I didn't know most of the stuff that she wrote about. I mean, I think sex is awesome. I love sex... Oh. I didn't know it was about feelings so... Maybe I should talk to San and she can help me or something.
I breathed in and out a few times before deciding to get up and go to lunch with Santana, then leave work early and google stuff to do with sex. Like the feelings and stuff.
Santana showed up at my office door two minutes later with her purse.
"Ready to go?" She asked. I smiled and nodded. I'm surprised how fast we've become friends. Even though she turns me on, has an ass that could kill, makes my knees go weak and I really like her... We're friends.
"Yeah... Let's go." I said and we made our way out of the building, "There's a great coffee shop a few blocks away. We can walk."
"Okay, so, are you gonna tell me why you got that tattoo now?" She asked. I smiled as the cool air hit my face while we walked.
"Uh, yeah. Well, I was still in high school, it was my senior year and I was sitting in spanish class and there was this thing that day, it was like, love week or something so the teacher had 'Te amo' written on the whiteboard and I really liked how pretty it sounded so after I had asked him what it meant, I literally couldn't wait until school was over. As soon as it was, I went to the nearest tattoo place and got it tattooed onto my wrist." I explained, "Why are you so interested in my tattoo anyways?"
"No reason. Just wanted to know a little more about you." She said. I smiled and nodded as we arrived at the coffee place. Thank god. I was hungry and they have really good sandwiches here.
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"Do you like your sandwich, San?" I asked a few minutes after we sat down with our hot cocoa and our sandwiches. We decided to get hot cocoa because we had already had too much coffee at work and I was sick of the taste.
She nodded and smiled.
"Oh, yeah. So good." She said.
"I told you. They're totally duckalicious" I said. She smiled and giggled.
"Duckalicious?" She asked. I smiled and nodded after taking another bite of my sandwich.
"Uh-huh. I love ducks." I said. She smiled.
"Me too. They're cute." She said.
"I know, right?! Wait, how do you feel about unicorns?" I asked.
"Are you kidding? I love unicorns. When I was about 7 years old, I had an imaginary friend and her name was Katie and she was a unicorn. She died when I was 10 but she's in unicorn heaven so, it's cool." She said. I smiled really big and widened my eyes.
"Wow! That's awesome, San. I love unicorns. They're the best mythical creature ever. I'm sorry that Katie died... Maybe she's with my cat, Lord Tubbington, in heaven." I said. San smiled and nodded while taking a sip of her hot cocoa.
"Aw, Britt. I'm sorry about your cat. Cool name, though. He must've rocked." She said. I smiled and my heart grew a few inches bigger.
"Yeah. He died from lung cancer." I said. Her eyeballs almost bulged out of her head.
"Oh, god. I'm sorry. I- I didn't know cats could get lung cancer." She said. I nodded in understanding.
"Yeah, he was a smoker. Poor cat never saw it coming." I said. She smiled sympathetically and touched my hand.
"I'm really sorry, Britt. That shouldn't have happened. Maybe if he had gotten the right therapy then he wouldn't have died." She said. I smiled.
"Yeah. I tried but he wouldn't listen. But, it's okay. He's in a better place now. Maybe him and Katie and best friends." I said. San smiled.
"I like the way you think, Britt. It's sweet." She said and then took her hand off of mine. I immediately missed the feeling.
"Thanks, San." I said and then we ate the rest of our lunch while we talked about what Lord Tubbington and Katie could be doing in heaven.
I really like San. She makes my heart go, boom, boom, boom. Like a drum, going really really fast.
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As soon as we were back at work, I sat down at my computer and started typing out my piece that had to be in on Monday. I called it:
Hot Cocoa
I wrote about my lunch with Santana. I smiled at my work when it was done and I felt proud of myself. I knew that the one I gave in today would be in next weeks paper and the one Sue likes next week will be in the paper the week after... And so on..
I printed it out and put it in a file, in my drawer and I locked the drawer. It was late by the time I finished and I decided it was time to leave. I got up and got all my stuff together before turning off the lights in my office and closing the door, locking it. I peered into San's office and she was busy writing. I gently knocked on the door so I could say good bye. She looked up and smiled.
"Hey, are you leaving?" She asked. I nodded. She smiled and got up, walking over to me and wrapping her arms around my neck, "Bye Britt. I had fun today. Thanks for reading my article. Are you sure it was okay?" I nodded. She smiled really big again and kissed my cheek quickly. I could still feel my cheek tingle where she kissed it. I smiled.
"Goodnight, San. I'll see you tomorrow. Try and get home early tonight. Put some head phones on and just zone out. It works, trust me." I said. She smiled shyly and nodded.
"I will. Thank you, Britt." She said. I nodded and smiled before I made my way out of the building.
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I got home and crawled into bed, ignoring Rachel's annoying singing voice coming from her bedroom. I closed my eyes, put my head phones on and turned on my ipod and you'll never guess what song played, 'Brown Eyed Girl' by Van Morrison. My new favorite song. I fell asleep thinking about Santana as the words to the song played in my ears, 'You my brown eyed girl..'
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Author's note: I'll update as soon as possible. :) thanks for reading. Review if you want to let me know what you thought. Or you can PM me. :) thanks my angels xx
