P.S I Love You
Chapter Six
"Hi Santana." Brittany laughed.
Santana smiled and stood to the side as Morton bounced around at her feet, "Hey," she breathed, "Come on in. I'm sorry the place is a bit of a mess. It's Sunday, so..."
"Don't even worry about it." Brittany said as Santana shut the door behind her while Morton barked up at the blonde intruder.
"Relax, buddy. It's just Brittany." Santana chuckled, bending down and scratching behind Morton's ears as he sat down and lifted his paw to Brittany.
"Hi, Morton." Brittany smiled, shaking his paw, "Wow, he's well trained."
"He's not actually trained. Sometimes I feel like he's a person. Say hi to Brittany, Mort." Santana said, watching with a smile as the puppy stood and leaped up, placing his paws on Brittany's shoulders to give her a hug. Brittany laughed and wrapped her hands around him as he panted over her shoulder.
"He's big. Still a puppy?"
"Yeah, almost seven months. Down, buddy." Santana instructed and Morton stopped hugging Brittany before bouncing around excitedly at her feet, "Can I get you some coffee?"
"Yeah, please." Brittany said, scratching Morton's head as he lead her to the couch. He stood between the armchair and the coffee table and pawed the sofa. Brittany smiled widely and sat down earning a bark as the puppy leaped onto the armchair and relaxed once again. Santana chuckled as she poured coffee into two mugs.
"Milk and sugar?" She asked earning a nod.
"Yeah. Two, please." Brittany said, observing her expensive surroundings and frowning - what in the world did Santana do for work?
"I'm really quite surprised you're here." Santana said, seating herself on the other end of the couch and putting Brittany's coffee in front of her on the coffee table, "When did you get here?"
"Yesterday. I just had to get away from San Fran, you know. I just had to think a few things through and I couldn't do it with Artie." Brittany muttered, stroking Morton's head as he took his nap, "Where's Rebecca?"
"She's on a date."
"A date? Like, a breakfast date?" Brittany asked with a frown.
"Yep."
"Never been on one of those." Brittany chuckled as she lifted her coffee and muttered a small thank you before taking a sip, "All the dates I've been on have been dinner dates and they've all ended in bed with the lights off."
Santana chuckled, "Well, I guess I'll just have to take you on a breakfast date, then." She teased. Brittany smiled bashfully and made eye contact with the woman.
"I need your help." She inhaled, wrapping her hands around her mug and throwing one leg over the other.
"Fire away."
Brittany exhaled a deep sigh and clenched her jaw as she felt tears prick at her eyes. Once she'd gained her composure she inhaled a shaky breath, "I don't know how to leave him." She said, looking at Santana as the woman shuffled closer and frowned in sympathy, "I've never had to break up with someone after this many years, you know? All of my other relationships have been a few months - not five fucking years." Morton's ears perked up at the curse word and he whined, nuzzling his head in the arm of the chair, "Sorry, Morton... My parents... my brother, Mercedes, Meema... they're all telling me to get it over with, pack my shit and leave. But... I just-"
"You're not that kind of person." Santana finished for the woman who sighed in appreciation and nodded, "You'd rather leave things on good terms no matter how he's treated you."
"Exactly. Now, how come you understand but the people I'm closest to don't?"
"Because the people you're closest to are becoming impatient. Lemme guess, they all told you he was an ass from the beginning?" Santana asked earning a nod, "So, they've been waiting for you to end things on good terms for five years and now that him cheating has come out, they don't wanna wait anymore. And I know it's annoying but they just want you to be happy."
Brittany nodded and sighed, burying her hand in her hair as she rested her coffee on her knee, "Can't you just come with me to all their houses and repeat that so they'll leave me alone?" She joked earning a laugh, "I like your laugh."
"Thank you." Santana said, "You know what's weird?"
"What?"
"This doesn't feel weird. Like, we hadn't met in person until five minutes ago but, it feels normal. It feels like you always come around on Sundays and have coffee with me and Morton in my messy house." Santana joked earning a laugh.
"I like your messy house. And this furniture is incredibly fancy." Brittany commented, "So, if you've never published a book - still wanna read your work, by the way - then how do you afford all this?"
"Uh... well, it's complicated. Maybe I'll tell you when we know each other a little better." Santana said, "Maybe on our fifth breakfast date. How's that sound?"
Brittany laughed, leaning her head against the back of the couch with a smile, "So, when's our first breakfast date?" She asked.
"Uh... well, I don't date women who are in a relationship."
"Right."
"So, how about when you're ready?" Santana suggested and Morton whined again from the armchair, "What, buddy? What did I say now?"
Morton barked out a squeaky bark and huffed, "Is he talking to you?" Brittany asked.
"Yeah. He's jealous." Santana laughed, "He wants me all to himself. However, he'll get over it. He likes you."
Brittany smiled widely and bit her lower lip as Santana stood, remembering something, "Where are you going?" She asked curiously.
"I have something for you. I was gonna mail it but, since you're here now..." Santana trailed off as she disappeared into her bedroom. She came out with a wrapped parcel. Morton's head was focused on his mom as she stopped at the door and bent her knees slightly, smiling at him as he eyed the parcel, "What's this? What's this, budddy?"
Morton barked and leaped off the couch, moving to his mother and taking the parcel by the rope tied around it in his mouth, trotting over to Brittany and placing it in her lap, "Thank you, sweetie." She chuckled as Morton sat patiently as he waited for Brittany to open her present. Santana sat down and Brittany gave her thigh a squeeze in thanks as she humored Morton while she opened her present. He barked excitedly as she pulled off the wrapping and gasped, "You didn't."
In her lap were all seven books in the Harry Potter series.
"Yes, I did. You said you needed new copies so, I figured I'd make it happen." Santana said and Brittany smiled widely and engulfed her in a hug.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome." Santana chuckled as Morton licked each book and nudged Brittany's hand with his nose so she'd stroke him. She ran her hand down his back and kissed his head, "I figured, since you're making me a triple tiered pistachio birthday cake, why not."
Brittany snickered, "Well, you never know, maybe we'll be able to bake it together." She suggested with an innocent shoulder shrug.
Santana smiled, "Yeah, maybe."
Brittany had been in Los Angeles for six days and she was returning to San Francisco tomorrow night. She'd gone to see her meema everyday, ending off her visit with coffee at Santana's. She'd met Rebecca two days ago and, while having seen a picture, was shocked at how alike the two sisters looked. Yesterday Santana had to rush off after a half hour - something about work - so, Brittany didn't stay long but they made plans to have a 'goodbye-for-now' dinner tonight and, currently, Brittany was at Sam and Cedes' getting ready.
"You said she had to rush off?" Mercedes called through the bathroom door as Brittany used the mirror to apply her make-up as she stood, barefoot, in a towel.
"Yeah. Something about a client." Brittany called back, "She must be really important - her house is gorgeous. But she won't tell me what she does. She said she's gonna wait until we have our fifth breakfast date to tell me."
"Maybe she's a secret agent." Mercedes suggested, "Like, maybe she works for the CIA."
Brittany snorted, "I doubt it." She muttered as she slipped on her earrings.
"I spoke to Rachel today. Girl, why didn't you tell her you were visiting?" Mercedes asked as she seated herself on the guest room bed and rested her one hand behind her as her other scrolled through twitter.
"Because she's Rachel. I love her and everything but, she's so loud and annoying sometimes. I didn't wanna be around that for this visit. Why? Did she say something?" Brittany asked, brushing her fringe out of her face as she gazed over her make-up.
"Yeah, she said: 'Why didn't the bitch come say hi? She knows where I work.'" Mercedes deadpanned and Brittany laughed.
"And isn't her workplace just a dream?" She joked earning a laugh, "Who ever thought Rachel Berry would turn out to be a pimp?"
"Not me." Mercedes replied with a snort as the bathroom door opened and Brittany walked out, holding her towel as she moved to her suitcase which was rested on the chaise at the bottom of the bed, "You should probably go see her tomorrow. Or else she'll get pissed and come up to San Francisco."
"Oh, god. And then she'll never leave." Brittany sighed, laying out her outfit on the bed, "Alright. I'll stop by on my way to the airport. Which shirt? Black or blue?"
"Neither, red."
"I remember, before I had to rush off yesterday, you said that you don't particularly like fancy restaurants so, I brought you here." Santana said as she pushed open the door to Benji's and gave him a wave from the door, "Have you ever been here?"
"Actually no. Is it any good?"
"Oh, yeah. They make the best burgers you will ever eat in your entire life. Hey, Donny. This is Brittany. Benj, Brittany. Raymond, Brittany. Britt, that's Benji and his two sons Donny and Raymond. We grew up together."
"So, this is the famous Brittany Pierce that Santana won't shut her fuckin' trap about." Raymond said, opening his arms and engulfing the shocked blonde in a huge bear hug, "Pleasure to meet you, gorgeous."
"Yeah, you too. You're Raymond, yes?"
"That's me." Raymond nodded with a smile, "Lemme escort you two ladies to a table. San, you want a booth?"
"Please. This place is packed tonight." Santana observed earning a nod.
"Saturdays." He said as he seated the two women, placing menus in front of each of them before leaning toward Santana and mumbling in her ear, "I thought you had a hoo-haa tonight."
"No, I lost that client." Santana said, giving Brittany a wink.
"Ah. And does Brittany know what you do?" Raymond asked.
"Not yet, Ray. Shut the fuck up."
Brittany giggled as she looked over her menu, "Trust me, Brittany, you don't wanna know." He said, "Alright, folks, can I get you anything to drink?"
"Can I just get a coke?" The two women said in unison before giving each other a smile as Raymond wrote their order down with a smirk.
"Two cokes. I'll be right back with those." He chuckled, disappearing from the table and out of sight.
"It's really homey in here. Comfortable. I don't know why I've never been before." Brittany mused as she shut her menu and chewed on her lip.
"Because you've been stuck in good ole San Francisco for five years." Santana teased earning a shake of the head and a smile as Brittany nudged her foot under the table, "You playin' footsie?"
"I'm not playing footsie. I'm keeping the boundary very clean here. I still have a boyfriend." Brittany said with a raise of the eyebrow as she smiled.
"Okay, well then, don't play footsie with me under the table." Santana teased.
"I'm not playing footsie!" Brittany laughed.
"You're cute when you're flustered." Santana observed making the blonde blush as Raymond placed their drinks down in front of them and took their food orders, taking their menus and disappearing to the kitchen.
"So, tell me, what are Santana Lopez's first date moves?" Brittany askes curiously as she played with her straw, resting her chin in her free hand.
"Uh... well... okay, uh, I haven't done this in almost seven years so, don't judge me, okay?" Santana instructed earning a smile and a firm nod. She cleared her throat, "I was gonna wait until the end of the night to kiss you but... you're just so beautiful, I don't think I can."
"That's from Friends!" Brittany exclaimed with a smile.
"Ah, you caught me." Santana chuckled, "So, what's your move, then?"
"Mine's from Friends too. The 'where'd you grow up' thing." Brittany told the woman earning a laugh and the display of dimples, "I love your dimples. I wanna see them more so, be sure to laugh and smile a lot around me."
"You got it." Santana said with a nod as she sipped her drink through the straw and widened her eyes unknowingly. Brittany laughed, "What?"
"You looked so cute just a second ago."
"Oh, the eyes thing? Yeah, I can't help it." Santana chuckled, "I think it started when I first drank out of a straw and was surprised that it worked." Brittany laughed.
"I like learning things about you. I mean, in the letters it's great but, it's so much better in person." She said.
"Yeah," Santana agreed, "So, what are your plans for tomorrow?"
"Uh, well, breakfast with my family and then I'm going to see a friend who's pissed that I didn't tell her I was visiting and, uh, then I'm going back to deal with all this shit." Brittany said with a nod.
"Any plans for after that?" Santana said, "Are you maybe thinking about moving back out here?"
"Oh, of course. Definitely thinking about it. I mean, my dad's opening a restaurant this Christmas and he's offered me Head Chef."
"What? Britt, that's great. When did he offer you the job?"
"The day I got your first reply. I went to see it this afternoon. It's a mess but, it's gonna be beautiful. And huge. There's this upstairs balcony that looks over the entire dining area with booths all across the railing. And there's a stage for live music." Brittany said, "And the kitchen... oh, wow. It's stunning. I mean, it's got bricks and shit all over it right now but the counters have already been put in and the doors to kitchen are those big double doors that swing back when you've walked through them."
"You light up when you talk about it, did you know that?"
"I do?"
"Yeah, you do." Santana smiled and tilted her head to the side, "It's beautiful to watch."
Brittany ducked her head and sipped her drink, "You're beautiful to watch." She replied.
"Oh, you charmer, you." Santana chuckled, "So, are you gonna take the job?"
"Maybe." Brittany shrugged.
"Alright. Maybe's not no so, that's a good start." Santana said with a smile, "However, I am about to give you a long, advicey speech, alright?"
"Alright. Go for it." Brittany said with a smile.
"Not taking the job is kind of the stupidest thing you'll ever do in your life." Santana said and gave the blonde one firm nod, "I guess it wasn't that long after all."
Brittany chuckled and nodded, "I know. I just have to sort out my life before I go taking jobs as Head Chef in another city."
"I get it. But, take the job. I don't think Morton will be able to survive without his daily Brittany snuggles." Santana said earning a laugh.
"Ah, he's so cute." She cooed and Santana smiled.
"Yeah, he loves you. When I told him you were leaving tomorrow he whined for an hour and sulked in the bathroom."
"Alright, since I'm not seeing you tomorrow, I figured I'd give you my reply now. So, here." Santana said, handing Brittany an envelope as they stood outside Sam and Mercedes' house while the married couple peered at them through the kitchen window. Brittany smiled and leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Santana's cheek.
"Thank you. I'll see you again soon, I promise. You and Morton will be my first stop." Brittany promised earning a smile. Santana brushed a loose strand of hair from her face and began to whisper, not wanting to break the atmosphere.
"I really was going to wait until the end of the night to kiss you but, you're just too beautiful I think I'm gonna save it for next time." She whispered, softly kissing Brittany's forehead, "Goodnight, Brittany. Have a safe flight. And read that as soon as you get on the plane."
"I will." Brittany nodded, not able to break her smile as Santana smiled back and moved back to her car, climbing in and driving away. Brittany released the breath she was holding and pushing open the door.
"Girl, that was all kinds of sexy." Mercedes said from the kitchen doorway as Sam wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder.
"Is she Ms Love Letter?" He asked. Brittany smiled and rolled her eyes, letting go of the door handle and moving upstairs.
"They're not love letters. I love you, goodnight."
"Oh, Jesus." Brittany gasped as she stood outside Rachel's office and watched four men carry large frames outside. She frowned and opened Rachel's door, "Hey, Rach. Are you moving or something?"
"Britt!" Rachel squealed, standing from her office chair and moving over to the door to give the blonde a hug, "Yeah, we're moving to a bigger building. We've got far too many clients to stay here. Sit down."
Brittany did as instructed and frowned at the book rested on Rachel's desk, "Is this the book with all your escorts?" She asked earning a nod as Rachel packed away some of her books, "Can I see?"
"Of course." Rachel nodded, waving it off as she ordered her books from biggest to smallest and put them in a box. Brittany opened the book and looked at the first picture. She shook her head and continued to turn the pages until she came to one that she actually couldn't believe.
"That's Santana." She stated, absolutely gobsmacked.
"Yeah, she's my most popular escort. Do you know her?"
"Yeah... We've been writing letters to each other. She lives next door to my grandma. We went to dinner last night." Brittany was shocked. She actually couldn't fathom how sweet, charming, beautiful, loving and down-to-earth Santana had sex with women for money. And, more importantly, she now understood why the woman wouldn't tell her what she did. And, as she looked over the picture, she became more and more shocked at what she saw, "Has this been photoshopped or is that really what she's packing?"
"That's all her." Rachel said, "Why? Do you wanna have a session with her?"
Brittany gave Rachel a pointed look and raised her eyebrow, "I'm actually interested in this woman outside of what she does for a living. So, ew no, I don't want a session. I'm not paying her for sex. I'd like to do that with her for free." She said and Rachel shrugged, "I just can't believe this. I just thought she was in the CIA. God dammit!"
A/N:
Uh-oh... Brittany knows Santana's an escort... Funny how things happen, right? Next chapter is half Britt and half San. Any thoughts?
StephaniieC - Guess who's gone in the next chapter? I'll give you a hint; his name starts with an A. Lots more Brittana to come.
Rocky - Thank you very much! I trust you enjoyed this chapter as well. Now Brittany knows what Santana does - any thoughts on how that might go? I absolutely love reading your reviews. Smiles for days.