Chapter 3 – Operation GHTFILWM
"Okay. So I just want to clear this up. I will pretend to not look at where I was walking, and then I'll 'accidentally' bump into her." Santana said, a little bit slow than how fast she normally talked.
"For the 50th time Santana, yes! You're the one who made the plan!" Quinn said, irritation showing on her facial expressions.
"Ugh. How do you even know if she'll be back there, Quinn?" Puck asked.
"I told you, Ron knew her. He greeted her when they came in. Ron always befriends regular customers there."
"But that isn't evidence enough."
"Let's just go there Puck. If she shows up, then Operation GHTFILWM is a go. If not, then we just go home, and try another day. We're on our way to Lima Bean anyway." Santana said to the two people sitting in front of the car.
"What the hell is GHTFILWM?" asked Quinn.
"It's an acronym, Quinn"
"Of what?" this time, it was Puck who asked the question.
"Get Her To Fall In Love With Me." Santana stated, as if it was the simplest thing.
"That's a sucky acronym." Puck commented.
"Like you would have thought something better. Just drive, Puck."
They reached the café, and when they entered, they were greeted with the smiling face of Ron. The three of them looked around hoping to find a certain blue-eyed blonde. But they were unsuccessful, as the only blonde they saw was a guy, and he looked like he was already drinking his fifth cup of coffee. So, they just proceeded to sit on their favourite place, which was always miraculously empty when they came there.
"I told you, Quinn. Brittany won't be back here." Puck told Quinn, smiling smugly.
"I know she'll be here. Wanna bet?" Quinn challenged Puck.
"Sure. Ten bucks says she's not gonna show up."
"Deal."
The instant the word left Quinn's mouth, a bell sounded, and came in the blue-eyed blonde reading a book while walking. She went to the cashier and the three assumed that she was getting her coffee order.
"Heh. Looks like I win. Gimme gimme." Quinn said through a grin, while she wiggled her fingers.
"What the hell? Seriously? Damn." Puck said, his eyebrows furrowed, while he handed Quinn ten bucks.
"Uhmm, guys, so let's clear this up oooone more ti–" Santana said, but she was cut off midsentence.
"Ughhh. Just go Santana. You'll know what to do." Quinn said as she pushed Santana off her chair.
Santana stood up straight and straightened the non-existent wrinkles on her plain white shirt. She prepared herself for what she was about to do.
Act naturally, Santana. Keep it real, and she won't get suspicious.
Santana took out her phone and pretended to text while walking. She looked up subtly to check if Brittany was still walking towards her direction. She did. And she didn't look like she was paying attention to where she was walking too, since she was reading the book in her left hand, while holding the coffee on her right. So Santana kept on walking, until they bumped into each other. The coffee Brittany was holding spilt on Santana's white shirt, on Santana's lower left abdomen. Brittany somehow managed to not get her clothes stained by her drink.
"Oh my God! I'm so, so, sorry." Brittany said, while placing her coffee and her book on an unoccupied table beside her. She reached for Santana's shirt to attempt to wipe the stain off, but hesitated because it wasn't really her place to touch some stranger's clothes. Santana just smirked at Brittany.
She looks cute when she panics. Wait what? I did not just think that. Come on Santana, get your head in the game.
"I'm really sorry." Brittany apologized again, looking really guilty. "I could just get you another shirt." Brittany said while looking really worried.
"Oh no, no need" Santana told her. "It was an accident, and it was partly my fault, too. I wasn't looking at where I was walking."
"But I wasn't looking at where I was walking, too. And now your shirt is ruined because of me." Brittany said with a pout.
"No, really. It's fine."
"But—"
"Okay look. Why don't you just make it up to me, since you seem like you aren't really giving up."
"Okay." Brittany said, while smiling brightly.
"So how about tomorrow, you and I could meet up here for coffee. Oh, and I guess you'll be paying." Santana said, while writing her number on a piece of paper she tore from a paper inside her wallet. She gave the piece of paper to Brittany.
"Sure. Uhmm…" Brittany looked at her expectantly. A few moments later, she realized that Brittany was asking for her name. She panicked when she realized that she can't give her real name, or Sam would probably recognize her. She said the first name that came inside her head instead.
"Lucy…" Santana looked nervous. But she thought that she could work with that name. "My name is Lucy Lopez."
Shit. I changed my first name but I said my real last name? Really? Ugh. Whatever.
"Okay. I'm Brittany S. Pierce. Nice to meet you Lucy and I'm really, really, sorry for your shirt."
"Brittany Spears?"
"No, silly. Brittany S. Pierce." Brittany said, emphasizing that S was separated from Pierce.
"Oh. Cool. So, tomorrow then? Maybe 2 pm?"
"Yeah." Brittany replied.
Santana then winked at Brittany, and she caught the blonde blushing. Santana walked away from Brittany, towards the direction of her seat. Brittany just stood there for a while looking at Santana. No. Not really looking. More like gawking. But Brittany shook her head and went to sit at an unoccupied table. Santana sat at her seat beside Quinn and Puck, with a grin glued to her face.
"Wow. So I take it that it was a success? Since you're grinning like that." Quinn asked.
"Hell yeah." Santana said while doing a little fist pump into the air. "Oh and Quinn, I'm gonna use your name 'Lucy' for a while."
"What?!" Quinn shouted a little bit too loud, causing the people to look at her.
The three returned to their apartment soon after Santana talked with Brittany. And by soon, it means after shopping for clothes, which was Puck's idea. Puck had convinced Santana and Quinn to accompany him, more like they didn't have a choice because they rode Puck's car going to Lima Bean, in buying clothes he needed for 'work'. The two girls parted ways with Puck when Puck got out of the elevator a floor below their room. As soon as Quinn and Santana entered their apartment room, Santana flopped on the couch and grabbed the remote, and pressed the power button. Quinn threw her purse at the couch where Santana was lying, and it landed just below Santana's feet.
"What the hell, Santana? Of all the names in the world, you choose mine?" Quinn shouted to Santana and pressed both of her hands on her sides. Quinn waited for them to return home before talking with Santana. She didn't want to talk about it until they were alone, since she didn't want burst out and embarrass herself once again.
"Sorry! I panicked, okay?" Santana sat up defended herself. "I realized that I couldn't tell Brittany my real name, because she may mention me to Sam! And then, this will all be for naught. Lucy was just the first name I thought about, and before I knew it, I blurted it out."
"Ugh. You know I really hate that name. And I don't want to be reminded of it."
"I know. I'm sorry. I just—"
Santana was interrupted by a sound coming from her phone. She didn't bother to look at the screen and just pressed the green button quickly.
"Heya." Santana greeted as soon as she pressed her phone to her ear.
"Hello? Lucy?"
Quinn just looked at her, and decided to just let Santana off the hook for using her name. It wasn't that much of a big deal anyway. She was about to walk to her room when she heard Santana say a name that was becoming too familiar now.
"Brittany! Hey. I'm really glad you called. How are you doing?" Santana said, and Quinn couldn't help but smirk. She mouthed an 'I'm going to bed' to Santana before turning around and heading to her room. Santana covered the mouthpiece of her phone.
"I'm sorry" Santana said. But Quinn just waved her off with a smile, and she knew that she was forgiven.
"I'm really fine. I just wanted to call you before we meet tomorrow, you know just checking if I got your number right. I am really grateful you were so kind and didn't hate me after what I did. Though I'm still really sorry about your shirt." Santana heard Brittany ramble, after she put her phone back to her ear.
"Britt…" Santana didn't know what overcame her to give the girl a nickname already, even though they just talked for the first time a while ago. But it just slid off her tongue so easily. "It was just a shirt. I could always buy another one. And you're going to make it up to me tomorrow right? So it's all good."
"I—thank you."
"Oh thank god you stopped apologizing. And besides, a date with a beautiful girl is pretty much worth more than a shirt."
Brittany paused and didn't say anything for a moment, and Santana thought that maybe the blonde was caught off guard and was now blushing.
"So I guess I'll see you tomorrow."
"Uhmm… Lucy?"
"… Oh uh yeah?" Santana stammered, still not used to her 'new name'.
"Good night."
"Good night, Britt. Sweet dreams."
A/N: I'm sorry I just updated the story now. I was busy this past few days so... yeah.
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