A/N- Thanks for the feedback/reviews! It really motivated me to write up another quick chapter for you all! :) Xx
The gang arrived at the Ritz located in the heart of Paris a little after eight in the evening. The hotel was beautiful, decorated and very romantic. Brittany and Santana were once again in separate rooms but this time round, the brunette hadn't minded as much. Yes she'd love to spend every second of the day with the blonde but there was one thing that just kept on bugging her. What if Brittany didn't feel the same way?
The following morning, the group of friends decided to hit Louis Vuitton and do some shopping. On the bus, Brittany received a phone call from her dad and told the others to hush up instantly.
"Hello Brittany, how are you honey?" He spoke through the phone with his usual perky voice.
"I'm good daddy; we're just on our way to do some shopping." She replied sweetly.
Mr Pierce laughed. "Make sure you get something for you mum and sister, you know how it is with them."
Brittany agreed and then her father quipped, "Did your mother tell you anything yesterday by any chance?"
The blonde rattled her mind and then remembered. "Um, yeah something about you making plans for me...?"
The older man drawled out gingerly, "You remember the Hudson's right?"
Brittany teased lightly, "Of course daddy, you'd invite them all the time to our house before they moved to New York."
"Mr Hudson is an old friend of mine, of course I would." He stated firmly.
Brittany rolled her eyes, "Yes yes I know, so what about them?"
Mr Pierce heaved a sigh at the tone of his daughter's voice. "Well Mr and Mrs Hudson have asked both me and your mother for your hand in marriage...to their son Finn."
The phone dropped from Brittany's hand as she struggled to process her father's words. Puck jumped from his seat and picked up the device. He went over to Brittany and it seemed as if the blonde had seen a ghost. "Britt, you okay?"
"Hello, hello." Mr Pierce's voice echoed from the phone. Puck gestured with his hand for Brittany to take it and she reluctantly did so. "Dad..."
"What happened there; is everything okay?" He anxiously fretted.
"Dad, what did you and mum say?" Brittany mumbled slowly, while the others all exchanged a confused look.
"Nothing is official Brittany; we said we'd think about it." He answered honestly.
The blonde exiled a loud sigh, "Right, I've got to go now." She said goodbye and promptly ended the call.
"Britt..." Puck tried to comfort the blonde but she flinched at his touch. "Don't okay, not now." She jested wearily and right now there was nothing she wanted more than a hug from the one sat beside her. Santana.
...
"Jeez you sure know how to shop Quinn." Puck exclaimed when they stumbled into their hotel room. The blonde scoffed. She crossed her arms and breathed, "Weren't you the one who said I could buy whatever I wanted?"
Puck scanned through the bags. "Let me see what my money went on... Bags, clothes, earrings, more bags, more bags, sunglasses, bras... um, Quinn what is this?"
She turned around and almost collapsed when she saw what Puck had queried about. "T-that's not mine...H-how did that get in there?" Quinn stuttered out. Shit, I'm totally busted now.
"Babe, it's a condom box...these things don't just fall into people's shopping bags." The Mohawk boy exasperated.
Quinn bit her bottom lip and without thinking blurted, "R-Rachel... It's Rachel's, here, let me go and give it to her." The blonde snatched it away from Puck's hand and stormed out of the room.
"Come on, open up." Quinn sighed and continued knocking on the door. This is all Santana's fault. She thought to herself. I knew this was going to be a bad idea.
Finally Rachel approached the door. "Sorry, me and Sam were-"
"I don't wanna know what you guys were up to, here, take this." Quinn stuffed the box in the brunette's hand.
Rachel widened her eyes and shook her head in disbelief. "What are you playing at? This was yours and Santana's doing, I do not need it, thank you very much." She tried to hand it back but Quinn budged.
"Rach, please..." She gently whispered. "Just hide it somewhere; I can't let Puck get the wrong idea."
"Okay fine, but if..." Rachel leaned over her shoulder to check if Sam was listening. "If Sam finds this, then believe me I will tell Puck the truth."
Quinn nodded her head in understanding. She walked away and silently hoped that Puck wouldn't interrogate her any further about the little matter.
Rachel hid the box down the side of her luggage and hopped back into bed. "What did she want then?" Sam asked under the duvets.
"Oh erm we just had a problem with one of the shopping bags." Rachel croaked. Sam turned around so he could be face to face with the brunette.
"Cool, so where were we before your friend rudely interrupted?" He sneered cheekily and planted a heavy kiss on Rachel's lips.
...
Santana hated how distant Brittany had been with her all day. She knew it wasn't intentional, since the blonde barely spoke to anyone since her heavy conversation with her father. But she wanted to know what exactly was bothering Brittany so she decided to pay a visit to her room.
"Thanks for letting me in." Santana said when Brittany allowed her inside. The blonde smiled half-heartedly and something in the back of Santana's mind told her that Brittany had been crying. "You didn't really do much shopping today." Santana spoke first as she sat on the couch.
Brittany dipped her hands into her jeans pocket and said quietly, "I wasn't in the mood." Santana noticed her frowned expression and it hurt her significantly.
"Is, um, everything okay, with your dad?" The brunette asked gingerly.
"I don't know; guess I won't know until we're back in Lima." Brittany answered as she stepped forward to sit on the couch next to Santana.
"Oh, right." Santana said a tad worried. She wanted a quick change of topic so quipped, "We're staying put at the hotel tomorrow...Health spa and a bit of pool, what you think...?"
Brittany looked down to the ground, "Sound's good." Santana felt like she needed to do something, so she did.
"Hey..." She took the blonde by her hand. Surprisingly, Brittany hadn't retracted it away. "Don't frown...whatever problems you're having with your dad, I'm sure it'll be okay."
"No, it won't be." Brittany nodded her head vigorously, who still kept her gaze firmly on their intertwined hands.
"Look up, look at me." Santana ordered softly. Brittany slowly raised her head a little and her breathing quickened when their faces were just a mere distance away. "These last two weeks have been the best of my life and honestly, I don't think I'd be able to enjoy the rest of the trip if you carry on like this."
Brittany closed her eyes and shivered at the way Santana's breath and scent embraced every little bit of her. She could feel the heat of their locked hands and it was then that she realized just how good it felt to be with another girl. How good it felt to be with Santana. But she couldn't allow her feelings to be expressed so slowly retracted her hand away from the brunette's. She plastered a half smile and murmured, "So you're only happy when I'm happy?"
Santana laughed albeit lightly. "Well, something along those lines yes." "Remember how happy you were when I gave you the stuffed dog, that's what I wanna see all the time from you." She added in an effort to lighten up Brittany's mood.
"You're right, I shouldn't let things get to me..." The blonde replied who remembered when Puck told her: just enjoy yourself and go with the flow.
Santana stood up, pleased that Brittany now had a smile across her face. "Good, I'm glad you're seeing things my way." She giggled and walked towards the door. "Um, you don't sleep with that dog do you?" The brunette asked when she looked at Brittany's bed.
Brittany slightly blushed and reasoned, "It keeps me safe at night." Santana couldn't help but let out a laugh. "Seriously, I'm always learning something different about you; you're full of surprises, huh?" The brunette teased lightly.
Brittany rolled her eyes playfully and said, "Yeah well there are no more surprises for tonight, so off you go back to your room." She placed one of her hands on Santana's back and scooted her out of the room.
Santana continued laughing even as Brittany shut the door on her. On the other side, Brittany silently grinned to herself. It was refreshing for both of them that they could so easily put a smile on each other's face.
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"So there seems to be some kind of problem with the Spa..." Puck spoke as he walked towards the group.
"What...? What's the point of paying good money for a hotel when you can't even access all the facilities?" Rachel ranted in disgust. "Not to mention the service here is terrible." She added with her arms crossed.
"You really need to loosen up Berry, stop getting so worked up." Santana commented.
"Okaay enough of the chit chat girls..." Puck clapped his hands together. "Let's go play some pool, grab some food and then hit the mini-bar." He gestured for the others to follow him.
"Can we take the lift, there's no way I'm walking up six flights of stairs." Quinn huffed while the girls all agreed.
They entered the lift and because it was already crowded, Brittany and Santana literally found themselves against each other. The brunette had her back against Brittany's front. Every time the lift stopped, Santana backtracked a little bit and she loved how Brittany always held onto her with a tight grip.
Once they arrived to the sixth floor, Puck and Sam went over to one of the workers and asked for three separate pool tables.
"Wow, that was awesome, where'd you learn to play like that?" Sam beamed at Rachel's actions.
"What can I say, I am a woman of many skills and talented. The brunette quipped with pride as she took another shot.
"Really...? Well how about you show me some of these skills tonight." He husked in a playful tone.
Rachel's cheeks reddened and she cleared her throat. "Maybe, we'll see." She replied gingerly. In the past, Rachel would point blank refuse whenever one of her ex-boyfriends wanted to have sex. But something felt right about Sam, and she did after all have the condoms in her room.
...
"What is wrong with you Puck, even this pool table has more balls than you." Quinn scolded the boy who hadn't a clue about he was supposed to have done.
"Whoa why you gotta hate...? In fact, what is up with you?" He asked. Quinn ignored him and went to play her shot.
"Aww you missed, too bad..." Puck mocked and the blonde dangerously glared at him. "I will ram this stick down your mouth if you don't back off..." Quinn yelled, although thankfully no one had heard.
Puck tilted his head and whispered, "Wait, your not still pissed about the condom thing, are you?"
"No of course not, why the hell would I be?" Quinn again said in a rude manner.
"Well then..." Puck slammed his stick to the table. "Stop taking your anger out on me, it's becoming a bloody nuisance." He marched away from the blonde, leaving her rooted to the spot.
"Oh shit..." Quinn muttered to herself. She followed him out and knew that she needed to apologize for her bitchy ways.
...
"Are you guys leaving already?" Brittany asked Sam and Rachel, who lingered by the door.
"Yeah, we'll meet you guys at the bar later." The blonde boy replied and promptly exited with Rachel.
"So... Have you ever played before?" Santana spoke as she set up the table.
"Um, nah not really..." Brittany answered and tucked a line of hair behind her ear.
"I can teach you..." Santana offered with a shrug. Brittany smiled. "I think I can handle a stick and some colourful balls."
Santana raised an eyebrow, "Oh really, please, do show me..." She gestured with her hands to the table.
Brittany nodded her head. "As you wish..."
...
"My offer still stands." Santana repeated after Brittany badly misplaced the ball off the table.
"Fine, you can teach me." She said defeated.
Santana laughed lightly, "Um, I can't just show you how it's done; I'll have to actually help you."
"Oh..." Brittany uttered when realization dawned upon her. Santana placed her stick to the side and walked over to where she was stood. The blonde was at least a few inches taller than her but that wasn't too much of a problem.
She settled herself around Brittany's waist and put her right hand on top of hers. Slowly they crouched down and Santana covered Brittany's left hand with hers and together they held the stick.
"Ready?" Santana breathed into her ear. The closeness of their bodies and that they were touching in an almost intimate way made Brittany tingle with goose bumps. "Yeah ready..." She whispered. It was almost as her body had responded, instead of her mouth.
Santana breathed in and out rapidly, her emotions were going into overdrive. She pulled the pool stick back and gulped at how both their faces were now within kissing distance. Together, they played the shot and Brittany jumped in joy when the ball went in to the pocket.
"Yaaaay, we did it that was totally awesome, thank you so much..." She excitedly ranted and without thinking, planted a massive hug on Santana. The brunette hugged back, overly satisfied with the fact that she was the reason behind Brittany's smiles and joy. And right now, absolutely nothing else mattered in the world.
...
The Champs-Elysees was today's visit of location for the gang. The night before, Quinn had actually managed to get back into Puck's good books. Her reason for being so angry was put down to 'Time of the Month'...otherwise known as menstruation.
Upon arrival, Rachel suggested the cinemas. After much discussion, they agreed on what to watch. Sat at the front, the six of them were making a lot of noise, a bit too much for some of the locals.
"Escuze moi, we are trying to watch, please shush." A dark woman hissed.
Puck snorted at the woman. "Lady, we own this place, we can do whatever the hell we like."
While he continued arguing with her, Santana nudged Brittany and the two started up their own conversation. "It's my birthday, this Saturday." The brunette informed her.
"Really...? We have to do something special on that day..." Brittany trailed off. "I mean not we as in me and you, but like all of us." She quickly breathed out.
Santana laughed lightly. "I don't do birthdays, not my thing."
Brittany frowned. "So why mention it, and get me all happy?"
"Well, I guess we could do something..." Santana offered when she noticed the pout on Brittany's face. The blonde squealed but Santana warned, "Nothing major though, a quiet drink or two would be just fine." Brittany nodded her head in understanding. Her mind had already pondered on all the possible things she could possibly do for Santana on her birthday.
When the film finished, Brittany went straight over to Puck and said, "So listen, it's Santana's birthday this Saturday and I want us to do something for her."
The Mohawk boy replied, "Yeah sure, but wouldn't you prefer it were just the two of you?"
Brittany rolled her eyes. "No, of course not, we're all friends here."
"Well whether you like it or not, I'm going to make sure the two of you get quality time together." He teased, wagging his eyebrow excessively.
"Puck..." Brittany punched him on the arm. "I told you, I do not like her in that way and neither does she."
"Oh yeah..." Puck scoffed. "So jumping in the water to retrieve a coin for someone, even though you can't swim... that's not her liking you, nah?"
Brittany clenched her fists and sighed loudly. "Look, are you going to help me or not?"
"Take her to the Eiffel Tower, can't get any better than that." Puck suggested.
"Puuck..." Brittany drawled out. "I want you all to be there, I don't think..." He cut her off midway. "You can't close your heart to the things you feel Britt, isn't that what you would always say to me?"
Brittany slumped visibly and said weakly, "This is different Puck...I'd lose everyone and everything, heck I don't even know what to make of my feelings for Santana."
"Everything always has a conclusion Britt, trust me, you'll figure it out soon."
"I hope so." Brittany whispered and pulled Puck in for a hug. Santana and Quinn watched on as a feeling of doubt crept into both their minds.
"Something is definitely going on between those two..." Quinn silently croaked and exchanged a look with Santana.
A/N- Hey guys, quick update huh? Okay so, I know this is Paris and what not but trust me, there is no way I can get Brittana to just happen. I still have probably another 10 chapters to go! Believe me, things will progress. Next chapter will probably be my longest one yet! So many things to resolve! Oh and a little SPOILER! San and Britt miss the plane to London! Haha! :D Reviews mean a quicker update! ;) Xx
