P.S I Love You
Naya Hansen - Aw, thank you! I'll be sure to keep writing until the day I die. However, this story does have to end sometime but, I am working on a sequel. Thank you for reading and reviewing and all that lovely stuff. I appreciate it greatly, hon. ;)
Charlieworld - France? Wowza. I've always wanted to go there. What part of France do you live in? And thank you for your lovely review. :)
Spencer007 - He is - agreed. She'll leave him soon; maybe she has a plan up her sleeve ;)
OkayBlueJay - Thank you very much!
Guest #1 - I agree; definitely a good career move. However, at the moment she's confused about what to do due to her five year relationship with a total bastard so, we'll see. Thank you for sharing your thoughts. Could you leave a name next time?
Zee2171 - You're very welcome and Artie is a prick - agreed. Thank you!
Rg521 - She's waiting because she's turning a blind eye to it. She doesn't want to believe he's cheating. San and Morton are adorable. Thanks :)
Matax - Brittany shall find out about San's job eventually. Thank you for reading and reviewing.
Guest #2 - She thinks she loves him. She'll leave him soon. Leave a name next time?
Guest #3 - She doesn't understand that giving him a chance is a bit dumb. She'll come to her senses soon enough. Leave a name next time?
HeYa-GleeK12 - I understand your frustration. However, she's been with him for five years so, she's having trouble accepting that he's been cheating. Britt and San will meet soon, don't you worry.
aldez - Here it is!
Space Rager - San won't be lonely for long.
NayaHemoFan - Here ya go! Hope you enjoy!
DawnJuan - Of course she's gonna move back to LA. However, not just yet.
A/N: Hey guys! Thank you all for your lovely reviews! I hope I didn't miss anyone out. If you don't wanna read a bunch of review replies at the beginning of each chapter then make it easier and follow me on tumblr, yeah? Fucktheduckonthetruck. Enjoy this chapter.
Chapter Four
Dear Santana,
I was so happy to get your letter. Thank you. You mentioned you've been raising your sister since she was born? If you don't mind me asking, where were your parents?
Yeah, my meema talks about Sam and me quite a bit. We're her only grandkids since my dad is an only child. She loves animals. Careful she doesn't steal Morton - adorable name - because I wouldn't be surprised if she did. I have a kitten, Lord Tubbington. He's not much of a cuddler but, I love him to pieces. I got him seven months ago when my best friend - and my brother's wife - Mercedes came to visit. He was the last kitten of the litter and his little head was poking over the top of his crate through the window. I couldn't not buy him.
Thank you for the compliment on my handwriting - I try to be appreciative because being negative about things is boring. And thank you, as well, for saying I'm beautiful. That made me blush to my ears. I'd very much like to know what you look like since I'm not besties with your abuela and I can't see you anytime I want. Send a picture? I mean, you totally don't have to but, if you do, it might make the fridge... ya never know.
You're a writer, huh? I love to read. My favorite author is J.K Rowling - I'm a huge Harry Potter fan. I have all her books and their spines are withering horribly. I need new copies of all of them. How good are you, Miss Lopez? I'd like to read some of your work - maybe you'll be my new favorite author.
Birthday in four months - I'll be sure to send a present... maybe some trick candles and a huge, triple tiered birthday cake; chocolate or vanilla? What date is your big day?
My whole family hates Artie... to be honest, I don't blame them. I mean, I love him, I guess but, he's also cheating on me so, he makes it difficult to wanna be with him. Do you have a boyfriend? Or girlfriend? No idea why but I've just gone ahead and pegged you as the lady loving type. No?
Anyway - I gotta go and bath Lord Tubbington so, I'll be looking forward to your reply.
From,
Brittany.
And, inside the envelope was a small P.S reading: P.S Please send a picture. I wanna put a face to a name and I'm sure yours is stunning. ;)
Brittany smiled and stuck the letter in the post box before bouncing on her toes and leaving the post office for work.
She skipped her way toward her car and climbed in, merrily starting her up and pulling out of the post office parking lot. Brittany adored her job - even though being a waitress at a coffee house and serving people muffins wasn't her dream, she loved it - and she most enjoyed it when she got to help prepare food. That usually only happened when they were understaffed but, it happened more than usual and with her cooking background she was always asked to help.
Womanizer, Woman, Womanizer
You're a Womanizer, oh Womanizer oh
You're a Womanizer, baby
You you you are, You you you are
Womanizer, Womanizer, Womanizer (Womanizer)
Brittany sighed and picked her cell up from the passenger seat, glancing at the caller ID and smiling, "Yellow, baby girl."
There was a hearty chuckle on the other line and Brittany smiled, "Hey, girl. How you been?" Mercedes asked.
"You know, been okay. You?"
"Yeah, I've been good. A bit nauseous but, good nonetheless." Mercedes sighed and Brittany bit her tongue.
"Nauseous, huh? I wonder why." She said, hitting her blinker and making a right, "Mmmaaaybeee you're preggers."
There was a huff on the other line and Brittany chuckled, "Imma kill that boy," Mercedes said and then snickered, "I am pregnant."
"Aw, bae, that's great! I'm sorry I let it slip but, I couldn't hold it in. Sam sent me a letter and I got it this morning. I'm just so happy for you two!" Brittany exclaimed earning a laugh.
"Well, I'm glad you know, hon. Now we can talk about it."
"I know! Oh, my god! It's just so amazing. How far along are you?" Brittany asked.
"Uh... nine weeks today." Mercedes replied earning an excited squeal.
"Do Cynthia and Jerome know?"
"Not yet. Well, my mom knows but, we're waiting to tell my dad. You know how he is." Mercedes said as Brittany made another right turn.
"Yeah. When are you finding out what the sex is?"
"When it's born. I don't wanna know just yet. I wanna be surprised."
"Well, you do love surprises." Brittany chuckled, "Speaking of; I may be flying to LA for a week to check out my dad's restaurant."
"Girl, it's not a surprise if you tell me you're coming." Mercedes groaned, "When?"
"That's the surprise. I'm just gonna show up." Brittany told her best friend as she pulled into the coffee house's parking lot and shut off her car, "Listen, babe, I'm at work so, I gotta go."
"Alright, hon. I can't wait to see you. I might even hold you hostage so you never leave." Mercedes teased earning a laugh, "Have a good day and make lots of tips. Unbutton some of your shirt - you'll make millions!"
"I'll be sure to remember that. Bye."
"Bye girl."
Brittany hung up and tucked her phone in her purse, slinging it onto her shoulder and making her way inside after locking her car.
"Hi, Olive." She muttered as she entered the locker room. The blonde woman smiled at her and slung on her apron.
"Hey, Britt. You look great, rough night?" Olive smiled and Brittany chuckled as she opened her locker.
"Barely slept. Boyfriend trouble." She mumbled as she tucked her purse into her locker and pulled on her apron, "How's the hubby? Did he get that job?"
"Yep." Olive nodded, "We celebrated all night."
Brittany laughed and nodded, "Sounds... really great." She said, feeling nostalgic.
She missed sex. A lot. When herself and Artie first got together they had sex everywhere. And now - nada. Zilch. Zippo. Nothing. No sex at all. She'd gotten into a routine of getting herself off every second night in the shower and while she did enjoy it, she missed being close to someone and being able to hold them. And, even though she was currently in an ongoing five year relationship, she'd never felt lonelier.
"Brittany, we need you in here." Called a tall, muscled man from the door to the kitchen.
"Cooking?" She asked.
"Yep. We need two spaghetti's and a fetacinni alfredo. I'm by myself today."
"Alrighty. I'll be right in."
Brittany patted Olive on the shoulder and moved to the kitchen, pulling on a spare chef's jacket and moving to the counter. She looked at the first ticket and then began cooking.
As she brewed the spaghetti sauce and cooked the meatballs, she felt her heart soar. Her entire life was cooking and she was at her happiest in the kitchen. Even before she realized she wanted to be a chef, she was always cooking up something. Her very first time in a restaurant's kitchen was like a dream. There were chef's running around and waiters waiting for their table's orders. There was food cooking and french fries frying and Brittany's entire world was rocked.
"Two spaghetti's." She announced, placing the plates on the counter and beginning to make the alfredo.
Her day at work went by quickly as she cooked food left, right and center. But, not only cooked it, cooked it to absolute and complete perfection... with time to spare. Anyone with taste buds knew Brittany was a brilliant chef and every dish she made was sent back finished with compliments to the chef.
"I'm home!" Brittany tiredly - yet happily - announced as she arrived back at hers and Artie's apartment, placing her purse next to the couch and plonking down onto it with an elated sigh.
"Yo." Artie mumbled as he exited the bathroom wrapped waist down in a towel.
"Hey. How was work?" Brittany asked with a smile.
"The usual." Artie nodded, dropping his towel and chucking it back into the bathroom. Brittany rolled her eyes and stared ahead at the blank television, "You wanna join me in the bedroom?"
At this, Brittany perked up. Did he just say what she thought he said? Was he suggesting they have sex? Sex after almost a year of absolutely squat? She wasn't gonna say no to that.
Brittany smiled and jumped up from the couch, chasing after her boyfriend who ran into the bedroom with a chuckle.
The sex had never been bad between Brittany and Artie. It was always good. Always. However, tonight... it was plain awful. Artie was focusing solely on himself and jutted in and out of her like a plunger. And when he was finished - the sex was finished and he fell asleep leaving Brittany to very angrily take care of herself once again.
The letter had finally arrived. Santana's reply was finally in Brittany's hand and she very happily - after a week of waiting - bounced down onto her bed and tore it open.
Dear Britt,
My mom ditched after Becca was born and my dad died in a plane crash. He was a pilot. We stayed with my abuela until I was sixteen and she kicked us out because - you were right - I'm gay. She told me she never wanted to see me again and that I should take Becca along with me since she looked up to me.
Lord Tubbington is an extremely unusual name. How did you come up with that?
Mercedes rings a bell. Last name Jones? I think I may have run into her in a bookstore. She seemed sweet - gorgeous too.
J.K Rowling is one of my favorites too. Anyhow, if you'd like to read my work, you'll just have to come visit ;) Just another reason for me to look at that pretty face in person.
I was born on the 26th. You don't have to send a present. However, since you're a master chef, I can't say no to the cake. Neither chocolate nor vanilla - pistachio. I have weird taste in food.
As for Artie, not that I have any say in the matter but, I don't think you should stick around any longer. And, I'm not saying this because I may have a teeny-weeny-super-small crush on you and your handwriting. I'm saying this because, if you continue to let him walk all over you then the only person that's gonna get hurt in the end is you. And that's not what anyone wants. You've gotta make him feel like the scumbag he is. So, confront him. Tell him he's pulled enough of his crap and you're done. You do not deserve to be treated that way. You deserve someone who's gonna wake up every morning and be like: "Oh my god, I'm with Brittany!" You deserve someone who's feels as though the sun rises and sets with you. You deserve someone who loves you. And cheating isn't love, it's apathy.
In the envelope you'll find a photo of me and Becca as well as a small P.S.
Have an amazing week Brittany. Until next time.
From,
Santana.
She couldn't help it - she was crying. Santana's words hit home and she couldn't help but feel as though the woman was right. She couldn't stay with Artie. He was only taking advantage of her. He was hurting her. He was underestimating her worth. And that wasn't right.
With a sniffle and a smile, Brittany pulled out the small photo from the envelope and turned it right-side up. Her smile widened and she turned it over. On the back was a small note reading: I'm the one in the penguin suit. She laughed and looked at the photo again. She stared at it until her eyes hurt. And then she read Santana's P.S.
P.S Even though I know what you look like, I do want a photo for my fridge too, FYI... Pretty please with penguins on top?
She laughed again. She laughed heartily. She laughed and laughed and laughed until she had a stitch in her stomach. And she laughed still. She laughed until her laughs turned into tears. And, with her tears, she tucked Santana's letter in it's shoe box and cried herself into an afternoon nap of complete and utter inner agony.
The plane was cramped. Flying coach in a teeny plane was shite. And Brittany's eyes were so puffy from crying that she couldn't stop them from watering.
She'd made the decision the night before to take a week's leave and fly to LA. She missed her family and friends and needed to be away from Artie for a little while. She needed time to think things over. Her plan was to show up at her parent's house and surprise them before showing up at her brother's house and surprising him and his beautiful pregnant wife. She figured she had plenty time to visit her meema and Santana so, she'd have time to mail her reply to Santana from Los Angeles and show up at her doorstep the next day.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please fasten your seatbelts. We are beginning our descent into LAX." Said the pilot over the intercom and Brittany sighed, fastening her seatbelt and leaning her head back against the headrest.
The plane landed safely in LAX and Brittany very frustratedly climbed off the plane and got her bags before receiving a rental car and making her way, slowly, to her parent's house.
The roads and houses and restaurants made Brittany incredibly nostalgic and she began to tear up once again. This was home. And she missed it now, as she drove toward her parent's house and moved past the diner they always went to on Saturdays for breakfast, more than ever.
Knock! Knock!
Brittany adjusted her duffel bag on her shoulder and chewed her lip nervously as she waited for her mom to answer the door.
And then, after what felt like years, a very perky, very pretty, blonde haired woman pulled open the door and was absolutely, positively stunned at what she saw.
"Mom," Brittany sighed, happily falling into her mother's arms as the woman began to cry tears of joy at the feel of having her daughter back in her arms, "I missed you so much."
"My Britt-Bee, I missed you too. Here, come in. Come in. Evan! You'll never guess who's here!" Susan screeched across the house.
"Obama?!" Evan yelled back as footsteps were heard moving down the stairs.
"Lemme take your bag to your room, baby girl. Go hug your father." Susan instructed, taking Brittany's duffel bag from her and moving down the hall to her room.
"Susan, who is it?" Evan asked as he got closer and closer to the foyer.
"Hi, dad." Brittany greeted, opening her arms as her father reached the bottom of the stairs. He couldn't believe who he was looking at. His face lit up and his eyes filled with tears as he pulled his baby girl into his arms and spun her around in a circle with a euphoric laugh.
"My beautiful baby is home!" He exclaimed in joy, squeezing his daughter as tight as he could and peppering her face with kisses. Brittany giggled and snorted as she pushed him away from her playfully.
"Daddy, stop!" She laughed, "Besides, I'm not home for good. I'm staying for a week. I just needed to get away from San Fran for a bit."
"Trouble in paradise?" Evan asked, giving his daughter one last squeeze and letting her go. Susan returned to the foyer with a plate of sandwiches and ushered the two of them to the dining room.
"Yeah. Definitely." Brittany replied. There was no point in lying about it. Her relationship was practically over.
"Oh, god. What happened?" Susan asked, seating herself at the table along with her husband and daughter and handing Brittany a pastrami sandwich.
"Uh, well..." Brittany started as she took a bite, "He's cheating. This woman mailed him a letter and I became nosey and read it."
"Oh, honey. I'm so sorry." Susan said, reaching across the table and cupping her daughter's hand.
"Good riddance." Evan huffed with a shake of the head.
"Not yet." Brittany sighed, "I just need some time to think. Away from... all that."
"Well, that's understandable." Susan sighed, lifting her sandwich as Evan munched away at his.
"It's understandable yet stupid. You need to leave him, Bee. What he's doing is completely unacceptable. I won't have it." He said, cheek bulged as he spoke.
"You won't have it? You don't have to live with him." Brittany huffed.
"Neither do you. You could always move back home and leave all of that nonsense behind you." Susan suggested and Brittany sighed, burying her hands in her hair and groaning.
"It's not that easy. I've been with this guy for five years. I can't just drop everything and leave just because you guys miss me." She snapped, pushing out her chair and running her tongue along her teeth, "I'm going to visit Sam and Cedes. I'll see you guys tonight. Sorry."
A/N:
There you are! Any thoughts on this chapter? Can anyone guess what's gonna happen in the next one...? Big excitement!