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AN: Here it is. Sorry for the wait but I had three final projects to do, the next chapter should take another couple weeks since I'm still doing finals. Thank you for all your lovely reviews, it's amazing how many people enjoy this story. If you guys have any themes you'd like to see me do you can make suggestions. Once more, unbeta-ed.
This chapter is right after the last one, as I'm not evil enough to skip it for you guys. Brittana ahead!
The t-shirt Brittany wears can be found here, just get rid of the spaces: www. redbubble. com/people/strangelydrawn/works/6255076-oh-bother-wookiee-the-chew
Please tell me if you see any mistakes, I'll edit them as soon as you tell.
March. 26, 2012
What the hell was she going to do?
Well, what she ended up doing was text Santana that she would pick it up the next day, then face planted her bed and passed out shortly after. Also? She learned that she should have kept this to herself and not told Quinn the next morning. She wouldn't have told Quinn at all if her friend hadn't taken her morning coffee as hostage.
Completely lame right?
"Brittany what is wrong with you? She basically told you she wanted to kiss you right?" Quinn asked in exasperation. She nodded shyly it was still a little hard to believe.
Santana was gorgeous why would she want to be with her?
"You're kidding." Quinn stared at her with a disbelieving stare and Brittany quickly took a drink of coffee realizing she had said that out loud. It was weird because usually the morning wrackspurts liked to make Quinn all grumpy but now they were buzzing around her making her eyes really heavy, all she could do was remember what happened last night. "Britt have you seen yourself? Do you know how many girls would kill to look like you?"
"Killing is bad." she murmured. There was a slapping sound and while her eyes had been trained on the box of donuts Quinn had bought for them she knew it was her best friend smacking her forehead with her hand. She did it a lot back in high school when they hung out or when Quinn was around any boys. It happened a lot around boys actually.
She eyed the jelly filled donut, but as she did she tilted her head in realization. If you drew a face on it, it could totally be Boo. Grinning she reached forward with her index finger and did just that. Quinn watch her silently before sighing.
"Whatever, what are you going to do?"
Brittany contemplated taking a bite, she loved jelly filled but now it looked like Boo- and that was Santana's favourite character from Mario. She gnawed on her lower lip at that thought. Santana, somehow everything went back to her. She loved that and hated it at the same time, because at the moment she really really wanted to avoid Santana. Brittany had absolutely no idea what to do, she contemplated pretending she never found out what that little note said but she was a terrible liar. She always wondered if growing up her mom had laced her milk with veritaserum or something. It was the only explanation right?
"I don't know." she whispered and then turned her eyes to her best friend desperately for help. Quinn sighed again and put down her donut.
"If what you said it true then Santana is waiting for you to make your move." Quinn told her. "I might not know Santana as well as you or Puck but." she paused and finished her coffee. "She's not the most patient girl on campus."
"Can I borrow your keyboard so I can smash my face into it?" Brittany asked absently as Quinn stood up to head out for her morning class.
"Don't get jelly or coffee on it." Quinn replied. "Look B you don't have to kiss her the next time you see her. Why don't you just ask her out to lunch?"
"But we usually eat lunch together." Brittany pointed out needlessly, any excuse to prolong what Quinn was hinting at.
"I think I can give up a lunch with you B." Quinn smirked. "Ask her out to lunch, relax be yourself she obviously likes you for you." she patted Brittany's knotted, sleep mussed hair. "And if you think you can do it without passing out or vomiting give her a kiss."
"So it'll be a date?" she whispered out in horror. Her best friend just laughed, shook her head and left the room. Brittany was left sitting on her bed, tangled in her blankets with half a cup of lukewarm coffee and her suddenly not so sleep fogged mind.
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Brittany had wrote and re-wrote the text asking Santana out to lunch about fifty times before she stared at her phone with her thumb hovering over send for a good fifteen minutes. But she did it. Her masterpiece which took her close to an hour to settle on turned out as the following:
Lunch today?
Yeah. It took her over an hour to settle on that. Anyways after receiving the ok, she ended up pumping her fists in the air and doing her version of a victory dance. AKA jumping up and down on her bed screaming "Yes!" over and over again.
Then she tripped over her blankets and onto the floor luckily landing on the sort of soft but actually really hard carpet. She grabbed some of her nicest clothes and headed out the room to take a shower humming the Star Wars main theme song.
She was just washing the suds out of her hair, having gone through both Princess Leia and Yoda's theme songs and was now starting The Imperial March. Brittany had been trying to compare herself and Santana- not that she getting her hopes up or anything- to Han Solo and Princess Leia. Would she be the jedi? She was taller than Santana but she wasn't much of a scoundrel but she was nice. Perhaps not a man but it still totally worked right? And just imagining Santana was Princess Leia was like some sort of dream come true.
Brittany stepped out of the shower with a wide dreamy grin imagining Santana in the iconic metal bikini. Unfortunately with her mind elsewhere she ran straight into a taller rather hard muscled body.
"Hey Britt, where ya goin'? Our class got cancelled today remember?" Puck said with his usual smug smirk. The two ended up sharing a couple of classes together, no surprise since they were both computer science majors.
"I'm meeting Santana for lunch." she said shyly hoping he wouldn't catch on.
"For a date?" he teased while looking her up and down, her hair was still a little damp but Brittany was pleased to say she was proud of her outfit. She was wearing her prized Chewbacca storm trooper shirt Quinn had ordered for her online, her nice pair of jeans and her Mario converse.
Her blush must have given her away because his smirk turned into a grin and he got that expression that usually had Santana punching him for. She called it his stupid douchebag face. Quinn insists that his face is like that all the time. Brittany usually ignored it.
"Yeah." she said shyly.
"Took you long enough Pierce!" he laughed loudly and slapped her arm. She frowned and rubbed at the same spot, that had hurt. "Nice shirt, you might wanna get going if you don't wanna be late." he added glancing at his watch. Her eyes widened and with a quick goodbye she dashed back to her room. "Good luck!" Puck shouted at her back as she ran. She ended up missing the quietly murmured, "Don't mess this up Lopez."
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"Over here Britt!" Santana's distinctive husky voice had her turning her head and grinning widely even though she was pretty sure the butterflies in her stomach were ready to fly out through her esophagus. Santana was smiling so at least that was a good thing. Brittany scurried over and sat down. "Hope you don't mind I ordered your usual."
"Chilli cheese dog with extra fries and gravy?" Brittany grinned, Santana nodded.
"And a Dr. Pepper."
It was like everything was perfect already, well almost. Brittany had specifically worn her shirt today for a reason, first Santana hadn't seen it yet. Santana liked to point out whatever geeky things Brittany was wearing and tease her about being a complete dork or be completely envious of her having them. Both reactions usually had Brittany blushing, smiling and giggling no matter what.
"So?" Brittany prompted while sitting straighter so Santana could get a good look. Santana's eyes naturally fell to her chest and her shirt.
"Oh." Santana blinked and smiled at her. "It's cute." she said with a thin smile before taking a drink of her iced tea. "It's wearing a storm trooper helmet right?" she asked. Brittany furrowed her brows but nodded.
"It's Chewbacca San." she pouted. "And duh, oh course he's wearing a storm trooper helmet what else would it be?" she asked puzzled.
"Um." Santana shrugged helplessly. "The green helmet?"
Brittany stared at her blankly completely lost. Green storm trooper helmet? What? "San." she said quietly anxiously, her hands fidgeted with the straw in her glass of Dr. Pepper. "You've watched the Trilogy before right?" she asked hesitantly.
"Maybe like when I was 6?" Santana shrugged helplessly. "I don't remember much. I always liked Star Trek more."
There was a tight pinching feeling in Brittany's face, and she found her smile suddenly forced and strained. She leaned forward a little desperately.
"San are you trying to tell me you're..." she paused and licked her lips. "a Trekkie?"
Santana frowned and scrunched up her nose in distaste. Relieved Brittany sat back, and looked at the menu in front of her.
"You did not just call me a Trekkie." Santana said bitterly. "What is with people calling us that? We don't call you Warries."
Brittany lifted her head and met Santana's displeased stare. She bit her bottom lip and felt panic bloom and rise form the bottom of her abdomen up to her chest making her breathing harsh and fast. Everything was going wrong already, why did they have to find out they were literally sci-fi enemies until now?
"You...can't be that much of a fan of Star Trek can you?" she asked, Santana frowned.
"Does it matter? You're the ones who always seem to have a problem with Star Trek, we could care less. I mean I didn't even say how completely lame your shirt is or how you listened to that Star Wars song on repeat when you were studying for midterms."
"Star Wars song?" Brittany repeated incredulously. "There are whole soundtracks for each movie San, and that was The Imperial March not just a song. It's epic." she emphasized. "And this shirt is awesome and Wookie adorable." she pointed at the cartoon drawing on her chest.
"Whatever." Santana rolled her eyes.
"No. It's not whatever, Star Wars is the sci-fi-"
"More like sci-fantasy." Santana snorted.
She gasped loudly and stood up. "You didn't!"
Santana stood up as well and crossed her arms.
"If this is all you're going to do because you can't accept that Star Trek is a hundred times the franchise than Star Wars is I rather head back to the library and study."
"Well fine!" Brittany blurted out though her mind was screaming no. "And Star Wars is infinity times better than Star Trek."
"Oh please you've never even watched one episode!" Santana snarled. Brittany flinched, Santana had never spoken to her in that tone. Actually, Santana had never gotten angry at Brittany since they met.
"I have so!"
"Uh huh, you don't know anything about Star Trek-"
"Like you know anything about Star Wars. You don't even know who Chewbacca is!" she shouted.
"It's the fucking furry thing" Santana frowned but sighed. "Sorry but I just don't see how this matters Britt, it's just Star Wars."
The frustration and disbelief mixed with the distinct sting of hurt had tears building up and she strained to not start crying. "This is like-" she stopped and squeezed her eyes shut.
"BrittBritt?" Santana called hesitantly.
"This is the worst first date ever" she sobbed out she turned to leave but then remembered something. She pulled out the wrapped up donut and shoved it into Santana's hands before running back to her room. It wasn't until she was curled up on her bed hugging her pillow did she realize Santana had been yelling her name as she ran away.
There was a knock on her door, thinking it was Santana she burrowed herself under her covers and stayed silent. But the door opened and she wished fervently the intruder would just leave.
"San just texted me about what happened."
The deep male vocals of Puck had her peeking out in relief to see it wasn't the mohawked man's smaller and more feminine best friend. Puck sat down on Quinn's bed and opened the box of donuts that was still nearby, grabbing a Boston cream he stuffed half of it into his mouth and gave her a chocolate smeared smile.
"Don't worry about it dude. Lopez knew you liked Star Wars since you guys first met." he said. That unfortunately was not so reassuring.
"She never said anything about it." Brittany sulked. Puck shrugged.
"You mind?" he asked motioning towards an unopened Dr. Pepper that she was saving for later that night, she shrugged and he opened it before chugging down most of the can. "Look." he stuffed the rest of the donut into his mouth. "San is super into Star Trek yeah, but she doesn't care that you like Star Wars. Just don't diss it and she won't diss yours." he said through a mouth full of cream, and fried dough. "The only thing she likes more than Star Trek is sex, sleep, food and you- and she speaks Klingon fluently so yeah she's really into that final frontier shit."
Brittany frowned and tried to puzzle out what Puck said having only heard parts of it while trying not to cringe as bits of food flew from his mouth. Puck finished the soda, stood up, burped loudly and turned to head out.
"Wait." Brittany sat up and stared at his back, he turned back to her with a smug smirk. "Did you just say that San likes me?" she asked softly.
He just laughed. "See you later Pierce." he stepped into the hallway and made a left turn. Brittany didn't try to stop him again. Her entire body felt frozen, like petrified but her mind was racing around the Flash except you know, in her head. She wasn't quite sure how long she sat there, it was like last night after she translated the note Santana had given her. And she literally just sat there like a statue, unfortunately she didn't have any Soft on hand to unpetrify her. Not that she could move to use a Soft- what would an item called Soft look like anyways? In Final Fantasy all they ever did was make sparkles appear and the character was unpetrified. So maybe Soft was like glitter? But then why call it Soft and not Glitter?
The sound of someone clearing their throat broke her train of thought as well as her stiffened form. Her head jerked up so abruptly she may have gotten whip lash, her eyes locked onto dark brown ones that she was far too familiar with now.
"Hey Britt." Santana greeted her, her voice was strained. She was standing a foot away, back straight, shoulders tense with her hands bunching up that cute black tee she was wearing. Her hair fell down a bit over her eyes in waves. Brittany never saw a sight so beautiful, it was like the first time she gazed at the graphics for Crysis 3, except it wasn't the landscape for a first-person shooter. Santana was much better than a to-be-released game from EA. Santana was- she was gorgeous, breathtaking. Santana blew away even the best, most beautiful graphics from any game ever or to be released.
And yet.
Brittany could only stare at her speechless because not twenty minutes ago they had been arguing- over the fact that Santana liked Star Trek. And the thing was, Brittany could tell that San was there to apologize even though it wasn't really her fault or anything. Well she did call Star Wars sci-fantasy-
"Britt, I'm sorry."
The last two words were whispered but she heard them as if they were as loud as bullet from a sniper rifle in Mass Effect. Maybe to others those words weren't much but when they came from Santana Lopez- the girl who wouldn't even apologize even after kicking Puck in the crotch by accident while doing a mock fight yesterday at their Game of Thrones marathon- this was big. Santana Lopez didn't apologize, she didn't say sorry. But Santana Lopez also never let anyone use her PC, or her PSP or DS lite, nor did she share her food with anyone.
But she did with Brittany.
Knowing this, every tiny bit of Santana she saw that no one else did was incredibly special to her.
And hearing those two words come from the other girl's lips was all the sincerity she needed to stop the last rumbles of unhappiness in her.
"Me too." she breathed out. She patted the space in front of her, Santana sat down there and looked down at lap.
"Your shirt is awesome and Wookie adorable." Santana said and peaked up at her, Brittany felt her cheeks flush but mostly she just grinned.
"Thank you, even though I know you have no idea what a Wookie is." she said. Santana smiled and shrugged a little. "And you're right I've never watched Star Trek." Brittany said sheepishly.
Santana turned and crossed her legs, she rested her elbows on her knees and smirked. "How about we compromise?"
"Oh?" Brittany tilted her head curiously.
"I'll watch the movies with you, if you watch The Next Generation with me." Santana said and reached forward to poke a lump under Brittany's blankets which ended up being her left knee. Brittany giggled in response and bent her knees to tuck up against her chest. She wrapped her arms around her legs and rested her chin on the top of them.
"Ok"
"Great, it's a date." Santana winked and Brittany blushed fully this time. "Someone." Santana scooted forward a bit. "Didn't tell me that lunch was going to be a date." she stated with mock sternness. But Brittany in a moment of panic took it as a serious reaction.
"I-I just...I found out what your note said." Brittany rushed out. "And Quinn said I should ask you out for lunch, I asked her if it would count as a date but she just left so I just thought- I'm sorry I didn't mean to-"
Her lips were suddenly on fire and that was just from the softness of Santana's index finger being pressed to her mouth. Her words practically choked her and her eyes narrowed to look at the stopper of her words. She went cross eyed generating a giggle from Santana.
"God you're such a dork." Santana murmured softly, she raised herself up onto her knees and Brittany leaned back nervously to look up into her eyes. The finger left her lips and the hand rested on Brittany's right knee just as Santana leaned forward. "If that was our first date, you owe me another one Brittany S. Pierce."
Her mouth went dry, her blue eyes flickered from those mesmerizing eyes to those damningly pouty lips. Santana's smirk widened.
"So, how about tonight?" she asked, Brittany squeaked and nodded. "Awesome, I'll pick you up at 7? We can head to the The Lounge and then drop by the campus arcade?"
Brittany finally managed a smile. "Sounds perfect."
Santana leaned back a little and smiled this time less confidently, she licked her lips before sucking on her bottom lip- a sign she was nervous.
Brittany wasn't too sure where the sudden burst of courage came from. Maybe it was from the fact that she knew that Santana wanted to kiss her, and that she knew that Santana liked her. Hell Santana just asked her out, properly too. It took all her willpower but she reached up and pulled Santana down enough for her to stretch her neck up.
Her lips weren't burning this time, they were on fire. Her entire body was, she squeezed her eyes tightly closed, all the nerves in her body were going insane. Just from the simplest press of their lips together and she was higher than the time she stayed up all night drinking Dr. Pepper and destroying other players online in Team Fortress with Santana.
Santana's lips were soft and warm, it wasn't anything heavy or deep but it was enough to leave them both gasping for breath. By Elune, Brittany could kiss Santana all day and night. But it ended just as swiftly as it began. Brittany surprisingly didn't blush, but Santana did. Despite her darker toned skin Brittany could tell the other woman was blushing fiercely.
"If I'm your moon, you're my sun and stars." Brittany told her with a smile so wide her cheeks hurt. "But," she held up a finger to stop Santana from leaning in. "I still want my dragon back." she said cheekily, Santana burst out into laughter as she nodded her head in agreement.
The following kiss afterwards was just as intense and wonderful as their first.
And the kiss after that,
And the kiss after that,
And the kiss after that...