Chapter 4.
"Santiago—"
"It's Santana." The Latina said for the fourth time in an hour.
"I don't care. Anyway, can we go and get some afternoon tea. My health advisor says I have to keep my blood sugar's levelled and I would murder for a non-fat vanilla low-fat extra caffeine soya latte."
"So…coffee."
Santana had been dealing with the terrible twosome; Lily and Lola southwest. Sure, they were gold mines with their blonde hair, perfect pearly whites, and flawless skin, but Santana will be the first one to tell you that an hour with them is enough to make you want to jump of a cliff.
"No. For fuck sake, listen! I said I want a Non fa—" Lola started to repeat herself with a roll of her eyes. Her eyes widened when Santana sent a glare her way.
"Ok I've had enough of this. Here's what's gonna happen: We're gonna find a coffee place, you're gonna order your shit, you'll then drunk said shit, then we're going back to the company were you'll sit quietly and let me work. Ok? Good. And if you dare do anything that I tell you not too, I will ends you." Santana said with a hand placed on her hips, having to revert back to her high school badassness attitude.
Santana raised her perfectly shaped attitude eyebrow and cocked her head to the side, daring either one of them to go against her. Lola nodded once and before shrinking into herself.
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"Here's you're herb tea. Hope you enjoy and please come again. Bye!" Brittany said with a sad smile. The teenage girl took her cup warily and walked out the door. Brittany let out a sigh, knowing exactly what had spooked the girl: one of her most obvious scars. One that went from the length start of her scalp on the left side of her face that goes all the way down to the side of the tip of her name. The second most obvious was the one on her left cheek, literally going from the top of her cheek, right down to her collarbone, that that was now a pale white colour, rather than pink and angry like the other.
She was used to it by now. She tried not to let it affect her, and most of the time she was successful, but sometimes, it got the worst of her…seeing what she used to be.
"Brittany, what's this?" Quinn questioned when she came from the backroom, picking up the piece of paper that Rachel had just 10 minutes ago dropped off.
"Oh! Rach dropped it off. She said it was some weird cooking thingy." Brittany said with a smile and a shrug.
"Oh, why didn't you tell me?" Quinn questioned, not angry at the girl, just general wonderment.
Brittany looked at the piece of paper for a minute, frowning her eyebrows trying to think what happened, "I forgot." She finally came to the conclusion, "Sorry."
"Its fine, sweetie." Quinn replied with a friendly smile.
The two shared a look and both let out a giggle as they heard the front door's bell ring, signalling someone's entrance. Quinn nodded at Brittany and went back to the backroom.
She worried about Brittany sometimes, she knew that she had certain bad days were she thought everyone was judging her, and she knew she had good days were she embraced all her awesome. So the smaller blonde took it upon herself to make sure to check in on her at least once every hour and make sure there was a smile on her face. Knowing that Brittany's smile could light up an entire town.
Walking into the backroom, she placed the piece of paper gently next to her apron on the table top. She quickly grabbed said apron and went about tying it around her waist. Just as she went to thread the knot through, she heard something smash. Forgetting about the half tied apron currently dangling from her neck she ran forward towards the main café and gasped at what she saw. There was Brittany standing there with tears dropping from her eyes staring at three girls.
"Britt! Are you ok? What happened? Step away from the broken glass, sweetie." Quinn rushed out, still keeping her eyes firmly locked on the three girls.
Brittany didn't make any movement to show that she heard Quinn, just opening and closing her mouth slowly, almost like she's gasping for breath.
"…San." Brittany whispered in a breathy tone.
So here you go! My end of the deal. You guys reviewed so you got a chapter…even if it is shit. But it needed to happen.
Little thing: The next chapter is about 6000 words and finally has some Brittana. Reviews may or may not be blackmail…let's just say if I'm feeling nice and buttered up, it could be posted tomorrow.
Just sayin'.
Oh and I know this chapter wasn't my best, but I'm doing it at the same time as writing my psychology essay, so blame education.
