Santana looked out beyond the horizon that afternoon. From her point of view from her window, she could see the New York skyline its pink glow in the west. It had been a few weeks since she and Brittany had started exchanging text messages and calling each other.
Her phone that was just beside her hand gave out a low vibration. It was a text message from Brittany.
Brittany: hi how are you?
She had to reply, of course, she had to. Santana quickly tapped out a reply from her iPhone and quickly sent it to Brittany.
Santana: hello, I'm fine. Thanks for asking.
There was no text message after that. So, Santana tried to ignore the feeling of loneliness inside her and tried to flip through channels of reruns and boring reality TV shows.
Suddenly her phone rang, indicating that there is a call for her. She opened it, hoping it was Brittany. And Brittany it is.
"Hi," she said. Her voice was lyrical, melodic and somewhat harmonious.
"Hello," Santana chided in, she sounded as if she had been running a mile.
"Are you okay?" she heard Brittany chuckle from the other line. "Santana?" she said as there was a few moments of silence as Santana fumbled through her messy hair.
"Ummm…yeah…yeah…umm …I'm fine," Santana drawled on as she felt her mind starting to shut down because her heart had been crazily thumping in her chest. It was so loud that she thought that Asian kid who lives next to her was pretty listening to it.
"Well, maybe I was wondering if we could meet in the park. Like really, I feel so lonely, Quinn's out with her boyfriend, so…you know, care for a cup of cappuccino, or…want to feed the ducks? Or what?" Brittany sounded so uncertain, and it made Santana's heart beat even faster.
She gulped hard. "Umm, yeah, sure, be there in like…"
"Twenty minutes? Or should I pick you up? I have a car," Brittany proposed.
"Nah, never mind. I'm just…going to walk," Santana said finally, after refusing the blonde's request.
"Oooo-kay, so, I'll meet you then, at the duck pond?" Brittany's exuberant voice said out.
"Mhmm…twenty minutes," Santana smiled, even though she can't be seen by Brittany. She just felt so comfortable with smiling when she thinks of Brittany.
Somehow, with the blonde, she actually thinks she could be normal. That she could be someone lovable, and not as a failure.
She showered in record time. It took her five minutes, to be exact.
There were a lot of people in the duck pond, many of them were couples, strolling hand in hand, smiling, and kissing each other. It made Santana squirm. She isn't used in people, especially the sweet couples.
A blonde girl's hand waved at her. It was Brittany.
"Hi," she huffed as she sat on the bench where Brittany was sitting.
"Hi, how are you?" Brittany smiled.
"I'm fine. I'm great," Santana smiled softly and raked her eyes against Brittany's frame.
"What are you looking at?" Brittany quipped, smiling inwardly to herself because she saw Santana gawking at her figure.
"Nothing, sorry," Santana lowered her head, feeling the heat rise up to her face. She felt embarrassed. It was their first date, well it wasn't a date exactly, just a date-date, or whatever…
"I really want to talk to you," Brittany started to say.
"Mhm…" Santana felt a sudden excitement seep through her. It felt odd, being the last person to feel something like it.
It feels so addictive.
"I want to talk to you, about this person, I mean, that person is really taking my attention. There isn't a day I can't think of that certain someone."
"Mhmm," Santana hummed. Could it be possible that the someone she was talking about was actually her?
Of course, that would be so absurd. She doesn't even know if Brittany was into girls.
"So, how did your life go, you know?" Brittany raised an eyebrow at her.
"Umm, fine," a short reply came from Santana. Instantly, her answer was met by a perfect pout along Brittany's perfect mouth.
"You don't speak too much. I think we should go to a party, or something. You know," Brittany raised a suggestive again, making Santana feel uncertain about the looks now.
"Maybe, maybe not. I don't really know," Santana chuckled as she tousled her dark, raven-coloured hair,
"You don't know? Santana, have you ever gone to parties before?" Brittany asked as if she was in disbelief. Her eyes were widely and openly staring at the brunette beside her.
"Uh, yeah…I don't really like going to parties," Santana looked away.
"WHAT?!" the look on Brittany's face was comical. Her mouth hung open, her eyes wide.
"Look, I know it's not cool, I know you'd hate me, but I don't really like you know, the crowds," Santana rolled her eyes as a couple walked in front of them.
"Aww, look at them! Aren't they sweet?" Brittany clasped her hands on her mouth, making out a ditzy face. She bumped her shoulders on Santana's own, just to get attention. She repeatedly did the thing, making Santana smile at the girl's goofiness.
"Aww, you're smiling!" Brittany smiled out widely. Her face was so beautiful when her face smiles. And it made Santana smile even more.
"It's not the couples, you know. They look gross," Santana said out after recovering from her smile. It feels like when she smiles with Brittany, the whole world melts away and t's just the both of them and there was nothing else. She can even feel the darkness die away.
"Santana, you look beautiful when you smile," Brittany smiled sweetly. In turn, she got a snort from the Latina. It was then followed by an eye-roll.
"What? Are you telling me I'm a liar?" Brittany feigned hurt.
"No, no…it's not like that. It's just…" Santana rambled on. Then she averted her eyes to the ducks, "it's just that no one had called me beautiful before…"
"Really?" Brittany said out. "Believe me, Santana. You are beautiful."
Santana just smiled. She felt light, like she could fly to the sun and back. It was a beautiful feeling, and she can't deny to herself she had enjoyed it.
"Where's your other friend, by the way?" Santana asked.
"Oh, her boyfriend was at the house…and he's staying the night…" Brittany said out, and then she started to scrunch her forehead. "Santana, I want to ask you a favour," she said, almost battling the urge to tell the Latina something.
"Okay, come on, spill it," Santana said.
"So, I was planning to give Quinn and Puck quality time, and I feel like an intruder, but sorry to say this, but can I sleep at your place tonight?" Brittany looked at Santana with puppy eyes.
"That would be fine," Santana stated out simply.
"Really?" Brittany's face split into two as she grinned.
"Yup," Santana said, before she had realized it. Jesus, this girl's the end of her.
"Really? Really, thank you!" Brittany grabbed the both of Santana's hands and bounced them on her lap. It was pretty cute to Santana.
Suddenly, there was a cold drop of water that hit Santana's nose. "Ugh," she groaned as she felt another drop hit her
"I think it's going to rain," Brittany stated.
"IT IS RAINING! Come on!" Santana yelled as she pulled up her leather jacket above her head and handed it to Brittany. "Get in here and use this so it wouldn't keep you wet!"
"What about you?" Brittany questioned.
"Nahh, never mind," Santana said, although she also went inside the jacket. To fit themselves under the heavy leather, they ran towards the roofed pathways and struggled to get into the subway.
"I'm so wet," Brittany said as they entered the train, her teeth chattering wildly.
"Here," Santana draped the dry underside of her leather jacket on Brittany's shoulders, and then wrapped her in a warm embrace.
"People share body heat to keep them warm," Brittany mumbled.
"Try to fall asleep, I'll wake you up when we get to my apartment," Santana said as she felt the blonde nuzzle closer to her, in hopes that she would find warmth in Santana.
And Santana tried to provide Brittany all the warmth she can give.