AN: Hi :) On this chapter the beginning has a bit of an overlap between Santana and Brittany because I couldn't decide which point of view I wanted it from, so I just did both. Also if you can, I would love some feedback on the flow of the plot. Is it too slow? Too fast? Let me know. Enjoy :)
Chapter 3: Starbucks and Sweat Pants
Brittany sat staring at her phone for a solid minute before she was able to form any thoughts other than uhhhhhh. Once she finally regained her right state of mind, she cautiously scooped up her phone and opened up the direct message.
Hi Britt, it's Santana. We met earlier today. I was wondering if I could get your number. So we can hang out. And stuff.
Brittany's heart melted when Santana called her Britt. She giggled a little at the message because even in text format, Brittany could tell that the Latina was nervous.
She quickly typed her reply, trying not to sound so anxious.
Hey San! Yeah of course I remember you. My number is 917-555-5683. Text me :)
Way to fail at not sounding too eager she thought. Brittany was also worried that maybe the smiley face was too much but she tended to add the face she was currently making to her messages, and right now she could barely contain her megawatt smile.
But Brittany barely had time to fret her face decision because her phone started to beep again. This time it was for a new text message. She sucked in a breath and eagerly opened the message.
917-555-2748: Hey it's Santana
Britt: Hey Santana
Santana: Hi :) so I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go get some coffee. with me. tomorrow?
Brittany had to read the message a few times before she actually registered what it said. Had Santana just asked her out? No, of course not. Brittany wasn't wanted by anyone. She didn't deserve love, or at least that's what she thought. But she was still eager to see the brunette again so she said yes.
Britt: That would be great :) when and where?
Santana: How about the Starbucks on 6th ave? at 3?
Britt: That sounds perfect :) i will see you tmmrw at 3
Santana: awesome :) see you then
Brittany closed her phone and snuggled further into her bed thinking of a gorgeous Latina and Starbucks.
"Good night LT," she said looking over at her cat who had snuggled up against her legs. "I'm going to go see Santana Lopez tomorrow. Yes, she's the one from the computer." Lord Tubbington meowed at Brittany. "I know; I'm excited too." The blond let he eyes close and she dreamed of what the next day might hold.
"Rachel, this is fucking useless," Santana whined while she lied upside down on the couch; her feet pointed straight up and her head flopped over the cushions towards the floor. "None of these pictures are of her. What if she doesn't even have a Twitter? Then I'm seriously fucked!"
Rachel looked up from the laptop that was perched on her knees and glanced over at her best friend. Santana looked like a lost puppy with her lower lip that jutted out slightly further than her upper one and with the girl upside down; it made her look even more pathetic. It was actually also extremely cute so Rachel slyly took out her phone and snapped a quick picture of the Latina. She would save that one for a later date.
"Don't worry this will work. And if she doesn't have a Twitter she seriously needs to get into the 21st century. I personally love Twitter," Rachel said as she continued to open the pictures that were sent in to Santana.
"Oh believe me Rach, I know you love Twitter. You have, like 5 different accounts," Santana said with a roll of her eyes. "Who seriously wants to follow RBerryHeadbands or RBerrySocks? Why are those even necessary?"
"Well if you must know both of those accounts have over 1,000 followers combined. Their relevance is so that when I start a new sock or headband trend, people can look to my page and find all of the original looks. Also if I recall correctly, you follow both of those accounts," the short brunette looked over at Santana with a raised eye brow.
"Oh I do follow those accounts. They are the funniest accounts I follow," Santana said seriously, well as seriously as she could while lying upside on a couch.
Rachel furrowed her brow at the Latina's response.
"Those aren't parody accounts nor are they intended to be comical in any way." Rachel was confused at how anyone could find pictures of socks and headbands funny.
"Trust me Berry, they are hilarious," Santana said with a small giggle. "But back to the serious business. Have you received any pictures from my gorgeous blond?"
"Oh your gorgeous blond is she," Rachel asked while smirking at her best friend. Santana didn't respond verbally but chose to reply physically with a nice little birdy directed in Rachel's direction. "Rude," was all Rachel muttered before she kept checking the incoming tweets.
"Ok, I'm tired. Check one more than we'll call it a night," Santana said in defeat. She was never going to find the blond again and staying up obsessing over her Twitter wasn't going to help solve anything.
"Well would you look at that," Rachel said in awe. The last picture she opened, and presumably the last one for the night, contained the blond girl Santana was obsessing over. Rachel took in the picture, with the two girls wrapped around each other, and decided that it was probably one of the cutest pictures she had ever seen. If she didn't know any better, she would say that the pair made a perfect couple. "Ohhhh Santanaaaa," she sang out.
"Shut up Rach. Let's just go to bed. It's over."
"Oh so you don't want to see this amazing picture I just found of you and Brittany," Rachel asked with mock surprise in her voice.
"WHAT?!" Santana flip herself off the couch by swinging her legs over her head and doing an ungraceful flip onto her knees. "Ow," she mumbled as she pushed off of the floor and ran over to Rachel, yanking the laptop up into her arms. When she saw the tweet she froze.
unicornzROCK: Got to meet SantanaLopez today, what a successful day (:
Santana looked at the picture and couldn't help but smile. The picture was just too perfect for words. Santana continue to stare at the picture until she felt a sharp flick to her ear.
"Rachel what the hell," the Latina snapped, finally removing her eyes from the screen.
"You were staring at the screen for, like 5 minutes. I tried calling your name but you didn't hear me," Rachel said with raised hands to help prove her innocence. "Are you going to stare at the picture all night or are you actually going to send her a direct message?"
"Oh right." Santana had completely forgotten the plan while she was looking at the picture. She quickly typed out the message and hit send before she could chicken out, also before she could realize how dorky she sounded. "There, I sent it." The Latina mentally high-fived herself.
"What did you say," Rachel asked curiously.
"I just asked for her number and if maybe she wanted to hang out with me," Santana replied while staring at the screen. She was trying to use her Jedi mind tricks to get the reply to come sooner.
Finally Santana saw a notification of a new message.
1 Direct Message
unicornzROCK
Santana quickly opened the message and then did a little squeal, which she will later deny, as she ran over to her phone to text the blond.
"Wait, what happened," Rachel asked. Santana was just typing away furiously on her phone.
"I got her number so now I'm sending her a text." Santana looked like a kid in a candy shop as she waited, not so patiently for the blond to reply.
"Ask her out already." Rachel said as she followed Santana around, trying to get a glance of the phone over the Latina's shoulder but was finding it extremely difficult to do because Santana kept moving around their living room in a trance like state and continuing to text the blond.
Suddenly Santana started dancing around the room. Rachel was so caught off guard by the random dancing; she didn't have time to move out of the way as one of Santana's elbows came in contact with the right side of her face.
"Ow," Rachel yelled as she fell to the floor in pain. Santana immediately stopped her dancing to help her best friend off of the floor.
"Shit Rachel, I am so sorry," the Latina apologized as she led Rachel, who was cupping her face, over to the couch. "I didn't mean to hit you in the face. Here let me see it," Santana said as she carefully removed Rachel's fingers from her face.
The spot Santana elbowed was red and was already starting to bruise. She winced when she saw the tiny cut on the bridge of Rachel's nose.
"How bad is it," Rachel asked, not sure if she wanted to know the answer. The entire right side of her face was in pain and she could practically feel it swelling.
"Well..." Santana drew out. "It looks good. Yeah, it's totally fine. I bet it won't even bruise," she said in an unconvincing voice.
"I know your lying. I can feel it starting to bruise." Rachel said as she got up to get an ice pack from the freezer. She returned with a bag of frozen peas pressed to her face because she couldn't find any of the ice packs. Santana tried not to smile at the image of Rachel holding peas to her face.
"It's not funny Santana. This really freaking hurts," Rachel whined out. Santana had to try even harder not to laugh. "Why were you even spastically dancing around our living room?"
"Well I asked Brittany to go get coffee with me tomorrow and she said yes," Santana almost squealed out with excitement. Santana looked over at her friend, expecting her to be smiling just as big but instead Rachel just stared at the Latina. "You're not happy for me?"
"No I am, but I might be a little bit happier if I didn't get elbowed in the face as a result of said date," Rachel huffed out, still visibly upset with Santana.
"Well I am happy so you should be happy too! Anyways, I'm going to bed," the Latina said as she got off the couch. "I needz to getz mah beauty sleep for mah hot date with Brittz tomorrow," she said in her faux ghetto voice. She leaned into Rachel and placed a careful kiss to her forehead. "I love you, good night!" She then started to walk off toward her room.
"Good night Santana. I love you too," Rachel called out to the Latina before she got up from the couch and headed to her own room.
Once Santana was in bed she couldn't help but open up her Twitter and stare at the picture of her and Brittany. She decided that she needed the picture for herself so she took a screen shot of it before closing the app and falling into a blissful sleep.
Young hearts, out our minds
Running 'til we outta time
Wild child's lookin' good
Living hard just like we should
Don't care who's watching when we tearing it up (You Know)
That magic that we got nobody can touch (For sure)
Looking for some trouble tonight (yeah)
Take my hand, I'll show you the wild, side
Like it's the last night of our lives (uh huh)
We'll keep dancing 'til we die
Brittany's body swayed in perfect time to the beat of the song. She was losing herself in the music and she absolutely loved it. When she was able to just stop thinking of everything and feel everything instead; those were her favorite moments.
She could feel her muscles aching and flexing as they tried to keep up with her movements. There was a bit of sweat on her brow and one of her rolled up sweat pant legs was falling down but she didn't care. This was her moment.
I hear your heart beat to the beat of the drums
Oh, what a shame that you came here with someone
So while you're here in my arms,
Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young
Brittany finished up her dance with a no handed cartwheel and a gangster pose. She was trying to catch her breath and slow her heart rate down when someone started to clap loudly behind her, causing her heart rate to pick back up.
She looked up in the mirror at the intruder. Once she realized who it was Brittany let out the breath she didn't realize she was holding and went to meet her friend and dance partner, Mike Chang.
"Dang Brittany, that was seriously amazing," Mike said in an awestruck voice. "How long did it take you to choreograph that one?"
"That wasn't choreographed," Brittany said with a smirk. "That was free style." Brittany made her way over to her bag that was at the opposite side of the room and sat down to start stretching out her muscles.
"That was free style," Mike asked incredulously. Brittany gave him a single nod in reply. "I've been dancing just as long as you and I couldn't have free styled that well."
"Well that's because your ninja skills are nowhere near as amazing as my Caucasian skills. Fact," Brittany said with a small shrug.
"I'm pretty sure that was extremely racist," Mike said with narrowed eyes.
"Were you offended," the blond asked as she looked up from her stretching.
"No."
"Well then it wasn't racist, duh. Now help me stretch my hams." Mike rolled his eyes at his childhood friend but stepped forward to help her stretch. "Anyways what are you doing here? I thought you had today off?"
"Oh I do," Mike said over the leg he was helping Brittany stretch. "Tina just sent me in because she wants to know if you maybe want to go to lunch with us."
"I can't today Mikey. I have a date," Brittany said with a huge smile.
"That's awesome Britt. Boy or Girl?" It was no secret that Brittany swung both ways. She was a firm believer that gender didn't matter, but rather who the person was. None of her friends ever questioned her when she would bring a new girl or boy to a party; they just accepted that that was who Brittany was.
"It's a girl."
"Oo la la. What's her name? Do I know her," Mike excitedly asked. Brittany laughed at the excitement in his voice. He was almost as excited as she was.
"I don't want to jinx anything yet," Brittany said shyly. "I'm pretty sure you know her though," she added. It wasn't a lie because she was pretty sure that Mike watched Joy with his fiancée, Tina.
"Fine Ms. Bond, be all secretive. I didn't even really want to know." Brittany could tell that he was dying to know and the way he was slightly pouting almost made her cave and tell him she was going out with Santana Lopez. Almost. "What time is this date at? You could still maybe come to lunch with us."
"It's at 3," she said while digging through her bag looking for her water bottle.
"Uhhh Britt, it's already 2:50," Mike said while glancing at the wall clock.
"WHAT?! Shit I'm going to be late," Brittany yelled as she frantically started throwing her belongings back into her bag. "I gotta go! By Mikey, have fun with Tina, but not too much fun," the blond yelled back at her best friend as she ran out of the front doors to the studio.
Shit. Brittany was so late. She glanced down at her purple watch and read 3:07. Fuck. She quickened her pace as she practically ran towards 6th Ave. She dodged, ducked, dipped, dived, and dodged people on the sidewalk around her. A few times she almost fell but she quickly recovered and continued her race towards her date.
Finally she could see the Starbucks come into view. She slowed down to a walk so she didn't look ridiculous by running into a Starbucks full of people. Quickly the dancer pushed open the door and looked around the small shop. Her eyes finally landed on a gorgeous Latina who was sitting in the corner and looking sadly down at her phone. Perhaps Brittany should have texted her saying that she was running late. Well it was too late now.
Brittany weaved her way between the tables and stood awkwardly in front of the brunette until she snapped her head up from her phone and smiled at the blond. Santana got up out of her seat and Brittany suddenly felt awkward. Was she supposed to hug Santana? Give her a hand shake or maybe a high-five? No, giving her a high-five would be awkward.
She didn't have much of a choice when the Latina suddenly pulled her into a hug. Thank God Brittany didn't go with the handshake. She already loved the feeling of hugging Santana.
When Santana pulled away Brittany immediately missed the contact.
"Hi," Santana breathed out. She sat down and pointed towards the open chair, signaling Brittany to take a seat. "I already ordered for you. Is hot chocolate ok?" The Latina kept playing with her hands. She was nervous and it suddenly made Brittany feel a lot more confident.
"That's perfect," Brittany said with a large smile. "Also I am so sorry that I was late, I got caught up at studio." Brittany took a sip of her hot chocolate so she wouldn't start rambling out apologizes for being late.
"Oh that's fine. I was just worried that maybe you wouldn't show up," Santana said shyly as she looked at her lap. "I mean this is kind of weird. I just randomly met you yesterday and then I get all creepy and send you a message on Twitter asking for your phone number. Who does that really? I mean why I would even assume that you would want to see me again I don't know. I'm just some random stranger that you got a picture with." The Latina was rambling and Brittany thought it was the cutest thing she had ever seen in her life. Here, sitting in front of her was this gorgeous woman who was acting all shy and nervous in front of the dancer. Brittany couldn't help the small grin that was etched upon her face.
"Santana," Brittany said calmly getting the brunette's attention. "I don't think it's weird that you contacted me."
"You don't," the Latina asked bashfully.
"No, not at all. I was actually thinking up ways of getting in contact with you again but I had no idea how. So trust me when I say that I was very excited to see your message," the dancer said with a soft smile. She could see Santana physically relax at her words.
"So you said that you got caught up at the studio," Santana started. "Are you a singer?"
"No, I'm a dancer."
"I should have known," said the Latina.
"And why is that?"
"You're outfit," Santana was slowly looking up and down Brittany's body. "Cute sweats by the way." She sent a wink in the blonde's direction, gaining more of her confidence.
Brittany looked down at her sweat clad legs and literally face palmed herself. She had completely forgotten that she was still in her dance clothes that consisted of sweat pants and a tight tank top.
"Shit, sorry about that." Brittany finally took in what the brunette was wearing; black skinny jeans with a light gray V-neck and a cute scarf. Brittany looked like a hobo in comparison. "I was freaking out about being late so I completely forgot to change." She was so embarrassed.
"It's fine. Like I said, you look cute," Santana said with a smile in the blonde's direction. Brittany was blushing so hard at this point she probably was as red as a tomato. "But you said that you dance. Where?"
"I actually co-own a studio with my friend. It's called Fancy Dance."
Santana let out a little giggle at the funny name. Brittany thought it was the cutest giggle she had ever heard and she wanted to hear more of it.
"Enough about me, what about you," Brittany asked even though she already knew the answer.
"I'm an actress and currently working on the TV show Joy, well not currently because we're on break. Do you watch the show?"
"I don't actually," Brittany said as she made a guilty face. "But my little sister watches it and she loves it."
Santana nodded her approval. She was secretly glad that Brittany didn't watch her show. She didn't want Brittany liking her just because she was famous.
The pair sat at the coffee shop and talked continuously for hours. The conversation never lacked nor did it ever get awkward. Brittany was having a great time and was pretty sure that she would never get tired of talking to Santana. They talked about anything and everything ranging from favorite animal to first kisses to conspiracy theories. The dancer never wanted the day to end. Sadly, it had to.
Santana glanced at the time on her phone and widened her eyes. It was cute. Brittany also looked at the clock and noticed that it was now 6:30. They had been at the coffee shop for over 3 hours.
"Shoot, I have to go," Santana said with a frown. "My best friend/manager planned a 'family' dinner for us and she will kill me if I'm late"
Brittany also frowned but nodded as she stood up to leave.
"I had a really great time with you," Brittany said awkwardly looking at her feet.
"Me too Britt." Brittany's heart melted at the nickname.
She melted even more when Santana pulled her into another surprise, but not unwanted, hug.
"We should do this again sometime," Santana said as she pulled away. Brittany was still stunned with the feel of Santana's body on hers so she just nodded.
"Bye," the Latina said as she made her way out the doors.
"Bye," Brittany barely whispered out after her. Shoot, she messed that up. Santana probably thinks she's weird now. With a sigh, the blond made her way out of the shop and her way home.
Brittany was enjoying a nice cup of tea on her couch while laughing along with Jay Leno when her phone started to vibrate. It was a new text from Santana.
Santana: I had fun today :)
She smiled at the text. Brittany wasn't sure how a single text made her heart flutter but she sure as hell enjoyed it.
Brittany: me too :) we should do that again sometime ;)
Santana: I would love that. well i'm going to bed, so good night britt, sweet dreams
Brittany: night san, you too :)
Brittany smiled down at her phone and tried to think of a time when she was ever this happy. She couldn't think of a single thing and that fact didn't even bother her.
She put her phone back down and tried to finish her TV show but all she could focus on was a gorgeous Latina.
AN: Thanks for reading. As always, drop a review. I would love to hear from you guys!
Song: Die Young by Ke'dollar sigh'ha ;)