You can hate me for this chapter because it kind of sucked.
I swear, now that my friend is gone, my writing has started to suck.
My muse went bye bye ):
Anyway, I hope this kind of works for you guys
I'm sorry I did update when I said I would. I forgot that on Wednesday, I had to get surgery, and this chapter wasn't even half done and I was planning on finishing it Wednesday, but couldn't. Then I had school, then I had work. And then, last night, I ended up in Wyoming. (I'm from Colorado). But, I started writing like an hour ago and finished it, it's not my best. But it's better than nothing.
I will probably alternate updating chapters between this and This Is Where We Collide. Or maybe most of that story first because it's almost over.
I own nothing, except this hard to follow chapter.
I paced around my office, my mind running a million miles a minute. There was so much that I had to do, but my thoughts were getting the best of me.
If I don't hire Brittany today, she won't get the job ever.
The last six months have flown by.
All of the events that have occurred in the last two days are making my head hurt.
I have to be professional.
I can't fuck anything up.
I want to hired her.
But…
I sighed, trying to calm my thoughts down but it was almost useless. Why did Ashley have to bring up three years ago? Why did she have to make it more difficult than it already was?
I knew exactly what she was talking about. It's been three years since my last relationship… The last person I ever dated was my 'boss'. I was an intern for this exact same company, just back a few years. I fell for the girl who had hired me. Her name was Lucy "Quinn" Fabray and she was the art director before me. Let's just say our break up was pretty… nasty. After our big fight, Quinn broke the news that she was breaking up with me. She quit when we broke up, left me the position of a lifetime and well, she left me. Quinn said it was that what we had was the biggest mistake she had ever made and that she was moving to forget it, to forget us, and to forget me. Of course, me being 21, I was completely devastated.
Spencer was extremely understanding back then, she had just started dating Ashley. Quinn and I never had any consequences for dating. But now, Spencer is telling me to be careful just because I slept with Brittany. Did she know something I didn't? Or was she just being… my friend over my boss for once?
Now, I'm in the exact same situation I was 3 years ago, except this time, it's almost like I'm Quinn. I finally know what it's like to have been in her position. It's scary, it's almost like stepping into enemy territory.
I'm not hiring Brittany because we're dating, I'm hiring her because… because…
Fuck. We're not even dating in the first place… so it shouldn't be a problem if I hire her, right?
The pacing around my office continued. I couldn't sit down to save my life.
Should I hire Brittany?
No.
Shut up, Santana, this is brain's time to think.
Don't do it. Can't get hurt… not again
Santana, shut the fuck up, I'm thinking.
But… I mean… come on. Brain, she's like… too good to be true. Nothing like that could ever, in a million years, happen.
You're not dating her, shouldn't matter if it will 'ever happen'. You're making a…
My thoughts got interrupted when I heard the door to my office open. In walks Brittany, twirling her keys on her finger.
"Hey boss… Spence and Ashley just left the office for lunch and I was wondering if you'd like to go get something?" She looked around our office, chewing on her lower lip.
"Yeah, sure… Let's go!" I exclaimed, happy to be rid of my hectic thought process.
We decided on this little café down the street. It was small and quaint, and let me tell you, they had the best French fries ever. I looked around the shop to see if any baristas/waitresses I knew were there.
"Jordan!" I exclaimed as I saw a tall brunette walking out of the kitchen. Would it be exaggerating to say I was such a shop regular they knew me by name, number, and address? (From all of the drunken nights they got to call taxis for me).
"Hey Santana!" Jordan exclaimed happily. "The usual for you?" I nodded as she scribbled on the notepad. She then turns to Brittany who had been eyeing the menu for the last few minutes. "And for you, darlin'?"
"Uhm… is the Crème Brule Latte good?" Brittany asked, still looking at the drinks section.
"Yeah, it's what Santana gets all the freaking time." Jordan laughed.
"I'll get that… and uhm… Just a sandwich. I don't care which one. Choose for me?" Brittany turned towards me.
"Get her the same thing as me." I replied. Jordan nodded and continued writing on the notepad. I smiled and shoved my card towards her before Brittany could pull her wallet out of her purse.
"San… you didn't have to do that." Brittany shyly said. God, I love it when she calls me San. Agh, it just makes me…
No Lopez, play it cool. You know what you want to say, 'Yeah, but I wanted to.' Seriously, brain, SHUT UP. "It's no big deal." I said slyly. "C'mon, let's go sit somewhere. Jordan will bring the food to us."
Once lunch was done, we continued to sit in the café and talk for awhile.
"What time is it?" I asked Brittany.
"It's around 1… why?"
"Just wondering…" I replied quickly. There was something in me that felt completely different. After lunch with Brittany and this debate that's been going on in my mind, I knew what decision I was going to make.
I don't know if Brittany caught on to my behavior change, but she was also acting differently. "You want to…" She started, smirking in my direction, "You know… get out of here?" Her fingers glided across the table to grab my hand.
I nodded. I don't know why I didn't say anything, I don't why she was making me nervous about my decision, but she was. Hell, she didn't even know my decision.
Brittany dragged me out of the café and to my car.
Our drive back to our office building was silent. We didn't talk much at all and the radio was hardly turned up. As soon as we entered the parking garage, I turned right and started driving up the ramps.
"San… you know you have your own personal parking spot, why are we driving towards the top level?" Brittany asked.
It's true, I have my own parking spot right by the door entrance that's labeled "Santana Lopez, Art Director". But parking in my own parking spot wasn't my part of my plan. Actually, going to the level of our parking garage that has no security cameras was part of my plan. I was going to have this conversation with Brittany whether I liked it or not, and if I were to get emotional, there was no way in hell I was letting that get on camera.
I parked my car in the back of the parking garage and got out.
"We need to talk, Brittany." I said softly, opening up my back end to sit in the back of my jeep. I let my legs dangle over the side.
I watched as she got out of the passenger seat and rounded the car to sit next to me in the back.
"What's wrong?' Brittany asked, staring at me with those blue eyes of hers.
"Nothing's wrong." I said while twiddling my thumbs.
"Then why are we…" Brittany started but before she could finish her sentence, and before I knew what had gotten into me, my lips were on hers.
My hands found her hips and my thumbs starting tracing her hip bones. I swear I could almost feel her shudder under my touch. Her tongue was dancing around with mine as our kiss got hungrier.
Soon, I found myself lying on top of Brittany, my hands still attached to her waist. She was lying with her backs on the folded down seats of my backseat with her arms wrapped around my neck.
So, I'm not getting emotional, I'm actually getting my mack on… However, I was still thankful there were no security cameras up here.
My thumb traced the hem of her pants until I reached the button of them.
"San…" Brittany moaned, pulling away. "What are you doing?"
"Returning the favor." I heavily breathed out, latching my lips onto the pale skin of her neck.
"Mmm. I told you that was a 'thanks for putting up with me for 6 months' thing." Her head rolled back as I started sucking on her pulse point.
"Then think of this as a 'Congratulations, you're hired' thing." I mumbled into her neck as my hands swiftly undid the button of her pants, slowly trailing down to the zipper. I dipped my hand down into her pants and panties, running my finger through her folds. I wasted no time in sliding two fingers into her entrance, hearing her moan as her hips bucked up.
"Mmm fuck." Brittany moaned as I picked up a semi-fast paced rhythm inside of her. Her back was arching into my touch and eventually her lips found my collarbone and one of my biggest turn-ons.
I started pumping in and out of her fast as her tongue slid across my collarbones, tracing them and then placing light kisses on my shoulders.
Her moans were increasing and I could tell that she was close by the way her nails dug into my back and her teeth lightly sunk into my skin.
"San… oh fuck, yes… right there… so close."
I could feel her walls clench around my fingers as I curled them up just enough to hit that spot.
We were still breathing heavily, the two of us lightly coated in a layer of sweat. I smiled towards her as she still lay under me. Was it just me… or did I just have a quickie in the parking garage during our lunch hour?
As my breathing evened out, I slipped my fingers out of Brittany, wiping them off on my leg because there was no way I'm letting that stuff get in my car, I'd never want to leave then.
"Uhm… Santana." Brittany stared at me then back at the front consol of my car. "Not that I don't want to stay in this foggy-windowed Jeep of yours, but we have like two minutes to get back to work."
I looked up at the front of my car to see that it was 1:27.
"Ugh… fine." I groaned, climbing off of Brittany and helping her out of the car. "Just… fix your hair a bit."
"You're on to talk." Brittany laughed as I hopped into the driver's seat to see my hair in every which direction. Embarrassed, I quickly ran my fingers through my hair to try and flatten it down.
We made it back into the office a few minutes late, nothing big enough to get yelled at by. I sent Brittany off to go talk to Spencer because now that she's hired, she has to go do that orientation/training bullshit that I had to go through. It was literally the most boring thing ever.
Wait… I just hired Brittany.
Yes, Santana, you just hired Brittany.
SHUT UP, BRAIN, seriously. I JUST HIRED BRITTANY.
Why is that such a huge deal, Santana?
Because… this is the biggest commitment I've made since Quinn…
:( sorry this was not as great and that it was super short. I'm kdlfjdslkjfkdsjf right now... but review? because seriously, I wouldn't have hired someone I was sleeping with... that sounds disastrous