Part 2
"So then, Brittany said we should do a coin toss to determine who gets to propose." Santana presses the speaker phone icon and waits till she gets connected to the handsfree Bluetooth device in her car.
"Holy shit!" Mercedes' voice replies through the line. "Girl, then what happened?"
Santana tosses her hair back and pulls out of her lot. "Well, obviously I won the flip." She pauses and merges into traffic. "Ok, but only because Brittany's never really good at remembering which side is heads."
Mercedes laughs into the line.
Santana continues. "She's the Maths genius, Wheezy. I'm sure she's read somewhere that the probability of it being heads is more likely than tails. I'm not sure why she decided to choose tails." Santana trails off.
"Maybe it's just Brittany ensuring that you to decide then." Mercedes answers her in all seriousness.
"Shit. You really think so?" Santana honks the car trying to merge into her lane. "Get in line, asshole!" She flips the driver.
"Manners, Satan." Mercedes tsks her. "So have you decided?"
Santana shakes her head before she realises that her best friend couldn't see her. "No. But I'm leaning towards proposing."
"I expected as much from the control freak!" Mercedes teases gently.
"Hey!" Santana protests. "Although, on the other hand, I do want to know what Brittany could have planned."
Mercedes laughs. "Girl, she surely knows how to wine and dine you properly, that's for sure. Remember the time she took you to Paris for your 10th anniversary?"
Santana got lost in memory. She could almost hear the envy in Mercedes' voice. "Yeah well, I'm sorry that Trouty isn't all that romantic, Wheezy. He should take some pointers from my soon to be wife."
Mercedes merely clucks at her.
Santana comes to a sudden stop as the lights changed to red in front of her. "Holy fuck, 'Cedes. I'm getting married!"
Mercedes laughs. "Congrats, Satan. It's about damn time."
"Did you know?" Brittany bursts into the studio where Mike just finished teaching his last class of the day.
He stops what he was doing and raises his eyebrows. "Hello to you too, Britt." He answers her drolly.
She flops down on the side of the barre and raises her knee up and hugs herself. "Did you know that 'tails' on a nickel isn't the side with Jefferson on it?"
Mike looks at her with furrowed eyebrows. "Well, yeah, that's why it's called 'heads' Brittany." He gently explains, used to Brittany's weird rants. "Why did you think it was otherwise?"
Blue eyes looks back at him as Brittany runs her hand through her blonde hair. "I don't know. I've always thought that the side with the darn pig tails that they used to wear was 'tails'. You know? The weird hair tails thingy that all judges have?" Blue eyes looks at Mike confusedly.
He scratches his chin. "Yeah, what are those things called?" He muses out loud and looks at Brittany. "Why are you asking anyway?"
Brittany groans and puts her face into her hands. "Santana won the coin toss." She explains. Rather badly.
Mike pats her head awkwardly. "I'm sorry?" He guesses his reply.
The corners of Brittany's lips lift up in a gentle smile. "I'm not. We're getting married." She says instead.
"You're what?" Mike pulls Brittany up from the floor and gives her a massive hug. "Congrats, Britt! Did she finally propose?" He releases her from the hug and lifts her left hand up. "Where's the ring?" He asks, confused.
Laughing, Brittany gently shoves him away. "There is no ring. She didn't propose. Neither did I, for that matter." She chances a look at Mike who was looking back at her dumbfoundedly. She huffs.
"We had a coin toss last night to determine who would get to propose. And I lost." She shrugs. "Actually, she won the coin toss to decide if she wants to propose or be proposed to."
"Oh." Mike closes his mouth. "Did she decide yet?"
Brittany shook her head.
"But you are still getting married, right?" Mike questions.
"We are. We just don't have the details sorted out. Yet." Brittany purses her lips and looks in the distance. "I need to get a ring ..." She trails off.
Mike furrows his brows again and looks at her weirdly. "But she may be the one proposing?" He asks. "I'm sorry, how does this work again?"
Brittany picks her bag up from where she discarded it on the floor. "It doesn't matter who is proposing. Santana will still need a ring regardless. And I'm not sure I want to use my grandma's ring which my mom's currently using. I vaguely remember her dropping it into the outdoor toilet when we went hiking once when I was 10." She shudders at the memory.
Mike shoulders his bag and rests his arms across Brittany's shoulders. "Want some company, Mrs. Lopez-Pierce?" He grins at her.
Brittany loops her arm around his slim waist. "Hyphenated, huh? I like the sound of that. Lead the way, Mr. Chang!"
The pair exit the studio after locking up when Brittany suddenly realises what Mike said. "Hey, what do you mean, she finally proposed?"
"So I went out with Mike today to look for a ring." Brittany mentions nonchalantly as they wait for their dinner to arrive. The pair were at their favourite Italian restaurant on this side of the country. Breadsticks was a treat whenever they would go back to Ohio.
"Yeah?" Santana smiles and remembers the many online catalogues that she spent browsing today at the studio with Mercedes.
Brittany nods and takes a sip of her wine. "Yup." She says vaguely.
"And did you find something you like?" Santana questions her, curious. She rests her head on her fingers, looking at Brittany.
"Nope." Brittany sets her drink down. "But I found something that you may like." She says instead.
"Oh." Santana is interested. "So is this how it's going to be, then? We both buy rings for the other and when the time comes, we both pull it out and ... propose?"
Brittany shakes her head. "Well, not really. Whatever you decide, it doesn't matter who will be proposing. We will still get to exchange rings after that. I don't like being unprepared." She makes a face. "I've always thought that the guys who says they are engaged but without having any rings to show for it was kinda sad. I don't want either of us to be that guy." She looks at Santana and reaches over. "I want the entire world to know that we are engaged."
Santana leans over and presses a kiss to Brittany's smiling lips. "I love you."
"Likewise."
"So I've been doing a little online shopping as well." Santana pauses as the waiter sets their pastas and gnocchi down on the table. "And Tiffany's got some great ideas on their website." She smirks at Brittany, who's eyes widen at the mention of Tiffany.
"But San!" She starts to complain.
"Shh. I'm just saying." Santana explains to her. "I know you wouldn't want anything over the top."
Brittany nods. "Good. Because I think maybe we should get a budget on this." Brittany acts like that financial controller in the household that she is.
"Agreed." Santana nods and put her fork into her shrimp aglio olio. "Swap later?" She asks, looking at Brittany's beef gnocchi.
"But of course." Brittany nodded around a mouthful of dumplings.
"I've come to a decision, by the way." Santana twirls her fork around her linguine.
Brittany drops her spoon on the bowl with a loud clang. "Yeah?"
Santana gives her an evil smile. "I've decided that ..."