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PREVIOUSLY ON LOVE BUG
- We find out Brittany is studying dance, chemistry, and biology at Columbia University
-She's struggling with chemistrythough
-She meets two people named Kurt and Rachel and they become quick friends, Kurt suggest a tutor
-Santana is studying forensic science at Columbia University, and apparently, she's now a tutor
-Brittany and Santana talk a little one the phone, and there's an instant attraction on both sides
-Santana tells Kurt to bring Brittany to her place so they can work out their schedules, but doesnt tell them when
Brittany doesn't hear from or about Santana for a few weeks, her schedule is crazy lately since her boss at the coffee shop on campus needed her to fill a few spots. When she does finally hear about Santana, she's more excited than she cares to admit. Ever since the phone call Kurt had made to the Latina the day when Brittany met them, she hasn't been able to get that voice out of her head. It's silky smooth, has a slight rasp to it. The only way Brittany can describe it is seductive. She thinks Santana might have one of the hottest voices she's ever heard, and she wonders if Santana herself is equally as hot as her voice.
Brittany is sitting in her usual spot in the café, waiting for the clock to tick to 2:30, which is when her new friends come in. They've gotten to know each other more and more, Brittany has even gone to see Rachel practice at NYADA. Brittany is trying to focus on her textbook, but all ambition to learn goes out the window when she hears the familiar voices of two people arguing. Brittany doesn't catch what they're arguing about, but she's sure she hears the words 'dildo' and 'fun'. She doesn't think she wants to get in on that conversation.
Kurt spots her and he lights up, as does Rachel. He scurries over to her and they hug as a greeting. They don't sit down though and Brittany gives them a quizzical look. Instead, Kurt just grabs her arm.
"Come on, we're going to see Santana," he says happily. Brittany feels the nerves in her sky rocket and she nods dumbly, grabbing her text books and stuffing them clumsily into her bag. They pull her out the door and onto the bustling street. Rachel takes it upon herself to try and hail a taxi. They all pass her.
"Hey! There was no one in your passenger seat! I'm memorising your license plate and complaining to your manager!" She yells at a passing taxi. Kurt is keeping his laughter in and shaking his head. Brittany pats Rachel on the back before holding her own hand up. A taxi stops for her in less than five seconds. Kurt bursts into laughter and Rachel looks thoroughly offended. Brittany only shrugs and gets in. They follow suit, with Rachel grumbling about Brittany and her super long legs. Brittany doesn't listen though, the butterflies in her stomach are bursting and Kurt seems to notice.
"Are you nervous?" Kurt asks her. Brittany gives him a sheepish nod. Rachel only laughs.
"Anyone would be nervous meeting Santana, she's pretty hard to warm up to," Rachel says. That makes Brittany wonder what kind of personality Santana has. Kurt only rolls his eyes.
"She's only mean to- well, everyone, but still I think she'll like you Brittany," Kurt says reassuringly. Brittany only smiles back.
"Hopefully, it'll be hard to have a tutor that hates you," Kurt gives a soft laugh and nods in agreement. They fall into idle conversation and Brittany watches the moving trees and buildings as they pass around her. Suddenly the car comes to a stop in front of a very sleek looking building. In the short distance in front of them she can see a part of Columbia.
"This place looks nice," Brittany observes. Kurt and Rachel hum in agreement.
"Santana graduated with a 4.0 GPA and got offered a scholarship to Columbia, so as a reward her parents bought her this apartment with the money they were going to spend on college," Brittany eyes go wide. 4.0 GPA? She already feels intimidated. They lead her into the apartment complex and they take the elevator up. Brittany thinks that even the air smells fancy. They press the highest floor up, level 21, and Brittany wonders if the view is good there.
"It's more of a loft. It's really big," Rachel corrects. Kurt rolls his eyes.
"Loft, apartment, what's the difference?" Kurt says. Rachel gasps, and Brittany can sense an oncoming argument where Rachel will suddenly become a real estate expert. She cuts in before they can start fighting.
"Wait, Kurt, did you tell her we're coming?" She asks. Kurt thinks about this before frowning.
"Oh shit, no I didn't." Brittany looks concerned.
"Do you think she'll mind? Will she even be there?" Brittany asks. Kurt and Rachel laugh out loud, and Brittany wonders what she missed.
"Please, once Rachel got hammered and used the spare key to get into Santana's apartment/loft. All she did when she woke up and saw Rachel was insult her and then eat breakfast. Also, she's never not home," Kurt says without a doubt. Brittany nods and accepts the answer. The elevator door pings open and they walk down the corridor, there's only four doors in the long hall way, so she wonders how big the lofts really are. They stop at the door at the end of the corridor and Kurt holds up his hand for Brittany to stop.
"I'm going to warn you, Santana is impartial to strangers, so if she's a little… Guarded, don't take it too personally," Brittany nods but feels the butterflies rip through her again. Kurt gives her a reassuring smile and feels around the door frame. He pulls out a chunk of the door frame and takes out a key that's hidden there; he unlocks the door and puts the key back in its place.
"That's smart," Brittany says idly. Kurt winks and he opens the door. Rachel goes in after him and then Brittany follows. Once she steps into the apartment, or loft, her eyes almost fall out of their sockets. This has got to be the prettiest loft Brittany has ever seen in her entire life. It's a fairly good size, not too big, but definitely bigger than average, there is a lot of open space.
The place itself is coloured in very sleek greys, blacks, whites, and the occasional medium brown. Overall the loft is beautiful. There are hardwood floors that are coloured a nice brown. It's not the colours or the floor that catch Brittany's eye though, it's the massive window in front of her. The living room is directly in front of the front door, there is a very big arch window placed on the wall, sunlight streams through it, illuminating the entire loft. The kitchen is right next to the door, and it's small but very nice. The loft is decorated in chairs and couches, and Brittany can only see two doors. The loft is very open, barely any walls separating rooms. Brittany can't help but notice how cold the apartment looks, and feels, there aren't pictures on the wall, nor is there a homey feel to it.
"It's nice, isn't it," Rachel says. Brittany only nods breathlessly, "it's a shame she has all this space but barely uses it, I know she gets lonely sometimes," Brittany wonders if Rachel has overshared on that last part. Kurt doesn't notice her gawking at the loft; instead he looks around and calls out Santana's name.
"Santana! Where are you?" He calls out. Brittany hears nothing and feels disappointment flood into her.
"Maybe she's not home," she offers, Kurt only shakes his head and points to her wallet on the kitchen counter not too far from them.
"She's here, she never leaves without her wallet," and just as he says that, they hear footsteps coming from a room next to the kitchen. Then she hears the voice that has been stuck in her head since she first heard it.
"What the hell are you doing here Hummel? I'm kind of busy right now," Santana says as she comes into view. Santana is ready to rip Kurt a new one when she catches sight of someone she's never seen before. Brown eyes lock with blue eyes and the insults die on her tongue. Santana freezes as she looks at the blue eyed girl. She's beautiful, and literally breathtaking. Santana's mouth drops slightly open when she sees the girl smile at her; the smile is sweet enough to melt Satan's heart. The girl has thin lips, yet they look very kissable, her face is dotted with very light freckles, and her eyelashes are to die for.
The girl's hair is silky; honey blonde and her eyes are the most precious blue she has ever seen. She is wearing a white shirt with light blue jeans, a classic look that she somehow still manages to look like a model in. Santana trails her eyes up the blondes seemingly never ending legs; her figure is slim and very nice.
Brittany almost collapses when she sees Santana. If she thought Santana's voice was hot, she was not ready for Santana herself. Brittany thinks Kurt and Rachel had no right to bring her here without spare underwear, because she's sure hers is going to be ruined by the time she leaves. She locks her eyes with Santana and she observes her mocha brown eyes that look so inviting. Her facial features are probably that of an angel. She has dark brown hair, defined cheek bones and jawline, plump lips and a perfect figure. Brittany notices her staring as well, and gives her best warm smile, hopefully quelling the butterflies in her stomach. She doesn't even notice that Santana isn't wearing any pants.
"Santana this is Brit- Santana! Why aren't you wearing any pants?!" Kurt hisses. Santana looks down at her bare legs and blushes. Her nerves sky rocket when she hears the girl laugh, that beautiful laugh. She looks up and sees the blonde looking away. So chivalrous, Santana thinks. Instead of fumbling like an idiot, like she did on the phone, Santana only shrugs.
"I told you I was busy," Santana says nonchalantly, trying to keep her smirk from showing. Kurt and Rachel look horrified, but Brittany is pulling her lips into her mouth to stop her from laughing.
"Busy doing what?!" Rachel asks, throwing her hands up. Before Santana can answer, a different voice appears.
"Hey San, that was great, but I have class soon. Call me later?" All eyes turn to a stranger girl. She's exceptionally pretty, brown hair and green eyes. A seemingly new envious side of Brittany comes out and she thinks that she has nicer eyes than the stranger. Santana looks at Rachel in the eyes and smirks.
"Busy doing that," Brittany can't hold it in anymore, her loud laugh sounds through the loft and she slaps a hand over her mouth to stop more coming out. Santana only smiles and turns to the girl, whose name she can't really remember right now, "Yeah definitely, I'll call you soon." The girl smiles and strolls out the door. Kurt and Rachel look like they aren't sure what just happened.
"Totally not going to call her," Santana says. Kurt clicks his tongue disapprovingly.
"I can't believe that just happened." He says, shaking his head, before huffing." Anyway, moving on from the wildly inappropriate scene, this is Brittany." He gestures to the blonde, who waves a little. Santana smiles at her and Brittany almost collapses.
"Brittany, this is Santana," he says happily. Santana nods in her direction, and holds her hand out for a formal handshake. Brittany looks at it before her eyes twinkle and she gives a small smirk.
"I don't really think that's hygienic," she says. They all look at her weirdly; Kurt is the first to get it. He slaps his hand over his mouth to stop a booming laugh come out. Santana realises what Brittany just said and laughs a little.
"You're right, I should wash my hand. Don't want remnants of orgasm on it." Rachel gasps, and Kurt makes gagging noises. Santana only rolls her eyes and walks over to her sink, washing her hands. Kurt takes a seat on the kitchen stool, Rachel sits as well but Brittany opts to stay standing. Santana dries her hand and turns back to face the three people in her apartment, though her eyes always seem to travel to Brittany's face.
"So, you're the one who needs tutoring?" Santana asks. Brittany nods and smiles. "I remember that you're majoring in dance, chemistry, and biology, right?" Brittany is sort of excited that Santana remembered something about her.
"Yeah, I need help in chemistry though," Santana nods and leans on the kitchen counter, and Brittany really tries her best not to look down the brunette's shirt.
"We need to work out a schedule," Santana says, Kurt looks at her with wide eyes.
"Wait, you're going to do this? Wow, I thought it would take some serious bribing for you to give up your free time," Kurt says, almost unable to believe it. Santana only shrugs.
"What can I say? I have a soft spot for blondes," Santana says, winking at Brittany. The blonde blushes but holds her gaze. Kurt looks between the two and smiles a little.
"Okay, time to work out a schedule," Santana says, looking at Brittany. The blonde nods but holds her hand up.
"Before we do that, could you, um, put some pants on?" Brittany says, pointing her finger to Santana's bare legs. The brunette blushes and walks back to her bedroom to put pants on. Brittany is relieved, now she won't be distracted by the insanely hot Latina's insanely hot legs.
The plan backfires though; Santana comes out with shorts on.
"Okay, that settles it. Every Thursday after you're chemistry class, you come to my place and we can work on whatever you don't get." Santana says. Brittany nods in agreement but Kurt and Rachel are upset. They're sitting on the couch and Brittany is surprised to see the place has an upstairs as well.
"I can't believe we won't see you at the café anymore," Rachel pouts. Brittany gives her a warm, sad smile and pats her back.
"It's okay Rachel; we can hang out on other days. After I get super smart we can get super drunk," Santana laughs and holds up both her hands. Kurt and Rachel only roll their eyes.
"Preach," Santana says. Brittany looks at her with twinkling eyes and they smile timidly at each other. The room falls into a silence before Santana speaks up.
"Well, since you interrupted my earlier extra-curricular activities," Rachel rolls her eyes, Kurt pulls a disgusted face, but Brittany lets out a quiet laugh, "Do you want to start now?" They all look at Brittany and she thinks about it for a second. She gives a timid smile before nodding. Santana smiles at her and then turns to Kurt and Rachel.
"Unless you want to learn about chemistry, I don't see any reason as to why you're still here," Santana quips. Rachel looks offended, but Kurt looks unscathed by the comment. Rachel and Kurt get up and walk to the door. Before they leave, Kurt turns to Brittany and gives her a bright smile.
"Okay, well Brittany, good luck. If Santana is mean to you, tell me and I'll egg her apartment," he offers sweetly. Santana glares at him, but Rachel groans.
"Kurt, it's a loft!" Rachel argues, Kurt rolls his eyes and opens the door.
"Tomato, tomato," Kurt says as they walk out.
"Tomato my ass, do you want me to shove my foot up your-"The door closes and the loft falls into a silence. Brittany snickers and looks over at Santana, who is, to her surprise, staring right back at her.
"You're loft is nice," Brittany compliments. Santana gives a smile, though it doesn't reach her eyes, and looks around.
"Yeah, it's nice." She says vaguely, "do you want a tour?" Brittany nods enthusiastically and Santana's mouth tugs up into a smile. She shows Brittany the upstairs area first, which consists of two very nice bathrooms. One has a shower, and the other a bathtub. She takes Brittany down to her kitchen, and then her bed room. The bedroom consists of a double bed dressed in white covers, arch and rectangle windows, a chair, and a painting hanging over the bed. The wardrobe covers one wall. Lastly, Santana brings her to a separate room that holds a thin couch and a desk.
"This is my study room, and where we'll be tutoring," she says. She tells Brittany to take a seat on one side of the desk and she sits opposite. They smile at each other and Santana thinks she can get lost in those beautiful eyes, coincidentally, Brittany is thinking the same thing about Santana.
"So, tell me about yourself, why do you need a tutor?" Santana asks nicely. Brittany wonders why Kurt had warned her about Santana, she didn't seem to mind they had never met before, she talks to Brittany like they are friends.
"Well, I study at Columbia, you already know that," Santana nods, "I love to dance, that's what got me a scholarship into there." Santana gives her an impressed smile.
"Dance? That's awesome, you're probably a goddess at dancing," Santana says, almost without a doubt. With legs like those, she has to be a goddess, Santana thinks. Brittany blushes and twiddles her fingers.
"Yeah, I guess I'm pretty good. But my parents wanted me to take another course in case dancing didn't work out. And I was good at science in high school, so I picked it up for college. I really enjoy it, chemistry is just sort of difficult, which is why I need you," Brittany said, trying to make it sound as simple as possible, usually explaining her subject choices confused people.
"Ah, I see," Santana says, her eyes twinkling. "Well then, do you want to get started?" Brittany nods eagerly. Santana stands up and Brittany watches her, unsure of why she got up. Then Santana pulls her chair and brings it over to where Brittany is sitting. The blonde tenses when Santana is close to her. Butterflies erupt in her stomach, and she can smell the scent that is embedded in the Latina's skin. Brittany thinks it's the best thing she's ever smelt.
Santana is a good tutor, well, an incredible one in Brittany's eyes. And even though she spent the first five minutes desperately trying to stare at anything besides the Latina's lips, chest, and legs, she can already see that Santana has a way of teaching that helps Brittany understand better. She's patient and if Brittany doesn't understand, she doesn't just repeat herself, she words it differently and usually that helps.
"So the test they use to test if there is blood on a sample is?" Santana asks, Brittany thinks for a second before answering.
"The Kastle-Meyer test," Brittany says and Santana smiles and nods.
"Correct, and how does it work?" Brittany feels a surge of confidence go through her when she answers the right question, and she's thankful that her professors are doing a topic that Santana seems to be proficient in.
"They use the chemical phenolphthalein and the chemical hydrogen peroxide. If there is blood present, the haemoglobin inside of the blood acts as a catalyst between the two chemicals. It helps the hydrogen peroxide react with the hydrogen inside phenolphthalein to become water." Santana hums approvingly. So Brittany continues, "Now that the phenolphthalein doesn't have hydrogen inside of it, it turns pink. This indicates that blood is present in the sample." Santana claps.
"Very good Brittany, you're a smart cookie." Santana says. Brittany blushes.
"Not really, if I was smart, I wouldn't need your help." Santana frowns.
"You aren't not smart just because you need help. Only the people who aren't intelligent try to go without help. It's okay not to understand things, I didn't get a 4.0 by just studying, I got help whenever I needed it. You shouldn't be ashamed of needing help; I think you're very smart for knowing that you need it." Santana says seriously. Brittany looks at her with admiration.
"You're so smart, no wonder you go a scholarship into Columbia," Santana smiles at her and winks.
"Ah, but so did you. I bet your dancing could end world wars, or start them depending on who's running the country," Brittany blushes again. She wonders how many times she's blushed in the span of the two hours they were studying. She realises that she doesn't know much about Santana herself.
"What are you studying at Columbia?" Santana smiles at her. The getting to know phase is much easier with the blonde. Usually, meeting new people is a hard task for Santana; her natural snark is almost always off putting to others. Yet that side of her hasn't come out when she is with Brittany.
"I'm studying a bachelor in forensic science," Brittany looks impressed.
"Oh, so that's how you know all about what I'm learning right now?" Santana nods and looks at the time. It's getting late, around 6 PM now, and she knows Brittany should leave soon, but she doesn't want her to. The loft will plunge into an eerie silence that sometimes Santana can't stand.
"Yeah, that and I also scored a job at NYPD in their forensics department," Santana says shyly, usually when she tells people this, they pretend to be interested but she can see in their eyes the look of judgement, they think she sounds up herself. As she expected, it's not the same with Brittany, instead, the blonde looks excited, and to Santana's surprise, genuinely interested.
"Really?! That is so cool! I wish my job was as interesting, I just work a café on campus. Do you like working there?" Santana smiles widely. She's happy that someone has actually taken interest in how she feels, not just in the job itself.
"Yeah, I love it, it's awesome. It's really interesting and the environment is great, aside from the dead bodies." Brittany laughs and Santana watches the way her eyes crinkle and her ears sort of lift up when she smiles. Santana looks out the window and sees that the sky is turning a dark blue. She doesn't want Brittany to go, but she also doesn't want her to get murdered in the night just because Santana wanted company.
"Hey, it's getting late; you should head back to your…Dorm?" Santana asks, unsure of where the blonde lives. Brittany nods and she continues, "I bet your roommate is worried about you." Brittany doesn't want to leave, but she doesn't want to intrude either.
"Lucky for me, I don't have a roommate. I got lucky, a whole dorm room to myself," Brittany beams. Santana laughs and nods.
"Yeah, lucky you." They get up and Santana puts the books back into Brittany's bag, giving it the blonde. Brittany smiles in thank you and feels butterflies erupt in her stomach again. She wonders why she's feeling this way, is it just attraction? Santana offers to walk her down and wait until she can get a cab, and Brittany graciously agrees. They make small talk until they walk out of the complex doors.
"Oh hey, I forgot to ask. Can I have your number?" Santana says, she tries to make it sound like a casual tutor thing, but in reality, she just really wants her number. As if Brittany can read her thoughts, she smirks and raises and eye brow.
"Aren't you supposed to say a pick up line to go with that? If that was your pick up line, I have to say, it was weak." Santana drops her mouth in mock offence and gasps dramatically.
"And here I was, thinking I was Santana Lopez, queen of seduction." Brittany laughs as a cab pulls up for her. She gives Santana her number regardless, and the Latina tries her very best not do a dance when the digits hit her phone. She helps Brittany into the cab and smiles at her, waving as the cab drives off. Santana watches it disappear down the street and stares at the now empty street. A sinking disappointment hits her as she realises she won't see Brittany until next Thursday, and in her opinion, that is far too long. Just as she's about to walk into the complex doors, her phone buzzes.
Brittany: Hey San, it's me, Brittany. I think you already know that since I gave you my number even though your pick up line was terrible ;) I just wanted to say thank you for tutoring me, I'm really glad that you agreed to give up some of your free time and you're really awesome. I hope the rest of your night is okay, I can't wait until next Thursday! Xx
Santana bites her lip but that doesn't stop the goofy grin from splitting on her face. She texts back quickly but doesn't put her phone away. She reads and rereads the text again until the phone automatically locks. She sees her reflection against the black screen on her phone; her smile is wide and goofy. She knows that look, she's seen that look on other people, she's made fun of that look, and now she has that look.
Oh crap, she thinks, do I have a crush on Brittany?
Brittany sends her text and bites her lip. She feels sad that she had to leave Santana's loft, but she knows she should get back to her dorm before it too late. Still, she wishes she didn't have to leave. Brittany can feel a tugging at her heart, and a nervousness pooling at her stomach. Every time she thinks of the brown eyed beauty that oozes seduction, but still manages to be nerdy, she smiles uncontrollably. Before she can assess her feelings, her phone buzzes and she looks down quickly
Santana: My pickup lines are good! And no problem Britt, I'm glad I could help you. You're smart, trust me, I would know :)) If you ever need help then don't hesitate to ask, you can even come over when you want and we can study or do work together! I'll see you next Thursday, I'm looking forward to it!
Brittany actually squeals, and that makes the taxi driver jump in his seat. She ignores him though, and re reads the text again and again. Santana invited me to come whenever I want! She mentally cheers. The taxi driver looks at her through the rear view mirror and shakes his head. Crazy young kids. Brittany grips her phone and jiggles in her seat. She realises how weird she must look and bites her lip. Catching her reflection on the tinted window of a car next to her, she looks at her big grin and bright eyes. Suddenly a realisation hits her, but she can't figure out if it's good or bad.
Oh crap, she thinks, do I have a crush on Santana?
A/N OOooOooo crushes ! did you guys like this chapter? Leave a review and lemme know what you think! Also, if you guys want to see what i based Santana's loft on, it looks like this. w w w. hallofhomes industrial-impression-and-characteristic-architecture/ i highly suggest you look at it because it's very pretty but also because it'll help you picture the story clearer, especially in later chapters! Just remove the spaces and ur set to go Laterz Skaterz