"I'm singing in the rain
Just singing in the rain
What a glorious feeling I'm happy again,"
Brittany belted out the old fashioned tune as she took a shower. The blonde had woken up absolutely ecstatic for the things her day as sure to bring. First, she had work that Saturday, it would be a long day of rehearsing and then performing, and second, she'd get to see Santana again. When she got home the night before, all she could think about was how sultry, enigmatic and absolutely captivating the brunette had been. She briefly felt guilty for getting over Lily so quickly, but then she remembered that she was the one who had decided to break things up. She couldn't help but wonder if her strong attraction to Santana was due to the fact that, well, she had just been dumped, but that idea was dismissed quickly. The things the Latina had made her feel the night before had been more that what she ever felt for Lily, she couldn't possibly be some kind of rebound.
The blonde dried herself up, got dressed in some comfortable dancing clothes and happily skipped out of her apartment, headed to the theatre.
"Hello?"
"Hey, San, I'm calling to ask you if movie night is still on tonight."
"Actually, it isn't," the brunette said, a smile evident in her voice. "I met someone and I have a date."
"So that's it? You're gonna dump your little sister for someone you just met?"
"Yeah, that's a pretty objective way to put it…I have to go now, Hayley, we'll reschedule movie night."
The brunette hung up as she poured herself a cup of coffee and got ready for work. She had been working on the soundtrack for a movie for quite some time, and so that day she was just going to finish recording some things and finish it, then hopefully take some time to develop her own projects. Now that she had her inspiration back, she had her mind set on finishing her symphony and doing something with it. Giving up her dream so easily had resulted in years of the misery of feeling like something was missing, but this time, the young composer had her mind set on going back to classical music.
As she exited her apartment and walked through the busy streets of Manhattan, her mind kept going back to the previous night. Well, more specifically to the blonde that was with her. Santana felt as excited as a puppy dog for her upcoming date with the blonde. Could she even call it a date? Sure, they had kissed and the blonde seemed pretty into it, but nothing was exactly made clear, which made her feel a little reluctant; she really wanted it to be a date and hoped the blonde wanted that too.
When she got to the studio she had rented to record the last few tracks for the movie, she saw her friend Puck already there, tuning his guitar. They went to High School together and as the boy was an incredible guitar player, Santana hired him to record guitar whenever she needed, which of course resulted in a close friendship and many nights of Santana crying in his shoulders over girls.
"Morning, Lopez," the Jewish guy said with a smile.
"Morning dude, no time to waste today, let's get working, I need to leave earlier."
"Got yourself a girl?" he asked as he crossed his arms over his chest and stared at her, an amused smile on his features.
"Perhaps…" Santana replied, blushing a little and staring at the ground.
"About time, how long has it been since you last got some action? Two, three months?"
"I don't see how that's any of your business, Puckerman, now get to the booth and let's record."
She thanked the audience with the rest of the cast, left the stage and was met backstage by her friend, Quinn, tackling her in a hug.
"You were amazing!" the shorter blonde said excitedly.
"You always say that, Quinn, it kind of stops being special after the third time…"
"But today it was extra amazing, it was…More amazing? Anyway, there was an extra something there, I just know it."
Brittany blushed and shrugged Quinn's colocation dismissively.
"The changing factor is for me to know and for you to find out."
"Oh, come on, don't leave me hanging here, what is it?"
"In time, Quinn, in time…"
The blonde happily sauntered away from the theatre with a smile on her face as she headed to the café to meet Santana. There was no doubt in her mind that the extra cheerfulness on her performance that day was due to the fact that she was incredibly excited to see the Latina again. The curious thing was that she didn't even know why. She had known the other girl for what? 24 hours at most? Brittany had no idea why but she was sure she wanted to find out.
"Just one final touch…And we're done! This movie is officially over!"
The Latina high fived Puck as a relieved smile graced her features.
"Now we just wait for the next one, right, San?"
"Well, actually I've been thinking about taking a break from this for a while…" the Latina replied reluctantly.
"What do you mean a break? Are you going to work on something else?" Puck was confused.
"I've been thinking about getting back to the original plan, play the compositions that actually come from somewhere, you know? Things that actually mean something to me."
"I get where you're coming from dude, but that's uncertain, at least scoring for movies is guaranteed money."
"Well, it's a risk I'm willing to take. I gotta go, I'm already late."
Santana said goodbye to Puck with a smile on her face and headed to the central park, taking for the second time the familiar path to that fateful café, humming a calm melody. As she approached her destination, she saw Brittany already there, sitting at a table by the window, her head resting on her hand, elbow propped up on the table, the sight brought an immediate smile to the Latina's face. She opened the door and Brittany's head shot up, when she heard the ring of the little bell, both girls smiled as blue eyes met hazel.
"Hey," Santana said as she took a seat at the table.
"Hey, I thought you had forgotten about this…"
"How could I? You've been on my mind all day."
Brittany blushed and answered, "You've been on mine too." She smiled as she took in the face of the girl in front of her. She had a relaxed expression, as if she was completely comfortable in the blonde's company. Brittany felt the strong urge to kiss her, but decided not to be too forward. They chatted for some more minutes as they drank coffee. At one point, Brittany asked:
"So, where were you born?"
"In Miami," Santana replied. "I actually got started in music hearing my Brazilian neighbor playing guitar." The blonde chuckled. "What about you?"
"I was born in Ohio, after I finished high school it was either trying my luck in the big city or working at McDonald's all my life." Brittany chuckled.
"Oh, come on, someone as talented as you are could never end up on McDonald's…"
Brittany shrugged. "The night is beautiful out there, what do you say we go for a walk?"
"Sounds good." Santana paid for their drinks and led the blonde out of the coffee shop.
They walked with their elbows locked for some time, both just enjoying the other's presence, when Brittany said:
"You live nearby, don't you?"
"I do, right over there." Santana pointed to her left.
"Your place really is nice."
"Thank you…" the Latina replied, not sure about what the blonde was hinting at.
"Do I have to keep pretending I don't want you to take me to your place or are we really gonna play this game?"
Santana's eyes widened. "Oh, sure, let's go."
They were in the elevator when the blonde softly nudged Santana's chin to the direction and connected their lips softly, the brunette let out a sigh and rested her hands on the blonde's shoulder. They heard a ding as the elevator reached the top floor, and Santana led the blonde inside her apartment. They walked to the couch and sat down, neither wasting a moment to reconnect their lips. Santana's hand tangled in Brittany's hair as she deepened the kiss, her tongue gently entering the blonde's mouth. They stayed in the same comfortable position for some time; at that point, both girls had their lips swollen and were slightly breathless.
"Ehm, I kind of have to go, early morning tomorrow and all…" Brittany said.
"Oh, yeah, sure, goodnight," Santana said as she tried to control the mess that was her hair and cool down a little. She felt like a teenager for being so worked up over just making out. The blonde pecked her lips briefly, got up from the couch and headed to the door.
"Oh, before I forget…" Brittany took a pen from her purse and wrote her number on the Latina's hand. She winked and exited the apartment.
Santana stood there for a few moments and let out a breathless laugh as she closed the door.
Okay, sorry it took me so long to write this, hope I can get the next one out faster. I forgot to mention that the song Santana plays last chapter actually exists and is by a pianist called Yiruma, just in case any of you what to check it out. As always, thanks to Julia and Andie for help me with this and please drop a review ;)
-Manu