I don't own Glee ©
A/N: So I had this in my doc for a while and it was a lot to re-read but I did it! Anyway, i hope you guys like it so far.
I wipe my hands with a paper towel before tossing it in the garbage bin. I look back at the treat and stare at it. It's perfect. I ordered one of those big cupcakes from Tina since she owns that bakery on 84th street. I hum to myself and place a number 5 candle in the middle and light it up. Gently, I pick it up and tip-toe over to our bed where Graham is still sleeping. He's lying on his stomach with his face facing me. I always see the image of his father whenever he sleeps. It's nostalgic.
I lightly tap his nose and smile when I see his eyes flutter open. I almost gush when I forgot I was holding the cupcake. Graham lies there for a second, looking at me with a sleepy face. His eyes widen when he sees the blue dessert in my hand. He quickly sits up and grins. He points to himself, making sure that it's for him and no one else. I laugh and nod.
I get on the bed and sit behind him. I rest my chin on his shoulder and hold the cupcake in front of his with its candle burning brightly.
"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you." I sing softly in his ear. "Happy birthday to Graha~am. Happy birthday to you." I hear him exhale and suddenly the flicker of light disappears.
"Did you make a wish?"
Graham nods against me. "I can't tell you because it'll ruin my wish."
I love that he keeps up with tradition. Most kids ruin it by telling their wishes. I pluck the candle off the cupcake and leave the treat in the hands of my son. Graham peels the cupcake paper and takes a bite out of it. He groans with pleasure from the sweet snack and grins. I hum quietly and hold my baby until he finishes.
"What are we gonna do?!" Graham turns around excitedly.
While I wipe the crumbs off the edges of his mouth I give him a little smirk. "Whatever you want."
"I wanna go see Ryder!"
I frown. I think the reason why Graham wants to see Ryder is because he's a guy that he looks up too besides my Dad. Graham doesn't have much male role-models. "Baby, I think he' still out of town."
"Oh…"
I roll my eyes and bring him closer to me. "I have today and tomorrow off, Graham Cracker. We can do whatever we want."
"Whatever we want?!" Graham grins and jumps on my lap. "I wanna go to Shedd Aquarium!"
"Let us go!" I bellow out. I get off the bed and scoop Graham in my arms. He shrieks out a laugh as I rock him back and forth like a baby. "But first we shall shower!"
We get cleaned up and dress into something casual before we leave the building to grab a taxi. I think there's supposed to be a special discount since it's the holiday but whatever. We go the aquarium hand in hand and we go look at the fish. Graham presses his face against the glass when we go by the salt-water fish. He gets excited when he sees a clown fish and claiming to people that pass by us that he found Nemo. One old woman look at Graham and compliments that he's precious. Graham actually turns red and buries his face in my coat. The woman and I share a laugh before she walks off and we go back to the fish.
"What's that?" He points and raises his arms up for me to lift him.
I hold him close and look over to what he is pointing at. "That's a jellyfish."
"Like in Spongebob?"
"Yup."
Graham's mouth skews. "But it's a lot prettier."
"It is." I observe it floating around. It's a lot more majestic than in the ones in Spongebob.
We walk away from the jellyfish and spy on the turtles. They were doing nothing to be honest. We cheered when one turtle came out of it's shell and began to walk. But it stopped after a few inches and went back to sleep. Graham and I whine at the same time and decide to go look at something else.
"I wanna go see the dolphins!" Graham says as we walk away from the turtle exhibit.
I grin. I love dolphins! I hold Graham's hand and try to look for one of those maps that can guide us around. I found one by the corner and walk over there. Let's see, I press my index finger against the glass and drag it around. It says they're by the lizard exhibit. After going over the directions we turn around and look for the dolphins. My eyes scan the area for the sign until I spot someone familiar. She looks frustrated as she stares at the sign for the birds.
"Hey!" I grin and wave. "Santana!"
Santana looks up from her notebook and tries to find the person who called her. Her eyes settle on me and a smile appears. Have I mentioned before how beautiful she looks whenever she smiles? I think I have. I notice that she's wearing skinny jeans with a red North Face jacket on and her hair up high in a ponytail. Simple yet wonderful. I think if I saw her in her PJs, I would still call her amazingly stunning.
Graham and I approach her and I can't help but have a permanent smile on. "What are you doing here?" I playfully pout at her. "Are you stalking me?"
Santana cracks up and waves her hand at me. "Oh god no. I'm actually here for work." She then lifts up a little sketchbook. "I am officially in charge of designing new advertising billboards for Shedd Aquarium."
"And yet you have nothing so far." I tease her when I observe the lack of pencil marks on the paper.
She blushes and shrugs. "I just got here and I still need some inspiration."
"Mommy!" Graham whines and tugs on my coat." Dolphins!"
I almost forgot that we were going to see them! I look down at Graham and give him a little smile. "Alright." I suddenly get an idea. "Do you want to come?"
I see in the corner of my eye Graham frowning. Santana hesitates to answer before I roll my eyes and tell her that she should totally come. She might get some inspiration for her work. She smiles and gladly accepts the offer and in return she will show us the way to the dolphins. Thank god too because I'm terrible at directions.
"They're right there." Santana says and points over to the giant tank.
Graham's face lights up and lets go of my hand and runs over there to the dolphins. I laugh and follow Santana over to the bench. We sit just a couple feet away from each other and exchange nothing but silence. I look over at Graham and see his face pressed up against the glass like last time. I smile softly and shake my head. He's adorable.
"So Graham wanted to come here?" Santana begins to make small talk. I notice how strained her voice is.
I nod. "He loves coming here but we only come here during the holidays so we can have those discounts for the tickets."
Santana chuckles. "That's cool."
"How's the drawing coming along?" I ask with pure interest. I've never been an artist and I don't know many so I would love to see her draw one of these days.
Santana shrugs her shoulders and tilts the empty sketchbook at me. "Nada."
"You should draw me a picture." I giggle.
Santana raises an eyebrow and moves a few inches towards me. "Oh yeah?" She licks her lips and looks at my own lips before saying. "What would you like?"
"Umm…" I move closer until I accidentally bump her knee. She doesn't notice. "A dolphin?"
Santana looks at me with look. It's not a bad look but it's something. "You a dolphin girl?"
I laugh and nod my head. "You have no idea. When I was younger my room was filled with dolphins. Sheets, toys, pillows, the works." I don't know why I shared that. I think I might be having word vomit.
Santana leans against the back of the bench and keeps that beautiful smile on her face. She crosses her legs and places the sketchbook in her lap while twirling her pencil between her fingers. "Anything else?"
"Nope." I respond while popping the 'p'.
"Alright." She says with a wink. "I'll draw you your dolphin. Though it might not what you'll be expecting. I tend to be creative."
I nod in response. "That's alright. So what's your favorite animal?"
Santana answers in a heartbeat. "Lizards."
"Lizards?" I scrunch my face. I peg her as a lion or a tiger type, but lizards are cute too, I think.
Santana laughs at my reaction. "I love them. I don't know why, but something about them makes them seem cool. I use to catch them back in California when I lived there for a while. My brothers and I would keep 'em for a bit and release them later on."
Suddenly I have the urge to ask more questions like where is she from, what's her favorite color, what's her favorite sport and team, her favorite foods. Slow down, Britt. She'll probably think you're creepy if you ask her all that in a day. Suddenly something crash into me causing me to gasp from the impact. I look down and see Graham hugging me while glaring at Santana. Santana simply raises her eyebrows and looks back. It's cute. Maybe they're bonding more.
"You done looking at the dolphins, Graham Cracker?" I ask as I lift him onto my lap.
"I wanna go in there." Graham points and tries to read the sign. He's been practicing how to read now. "Lie-zahds." He tries.
Santana and I share a giggle and I correct him. "Lizards, baby."
Graham grins. "Yeah!"
"We can go." I say and get up. "Santana loves them!"
Graham looks over at Santana and stares at her. "Really?
"Yup." Santana smiles with a shrug. "They're awesome little creatures."
Graham stays silent for a moment before nodding his head in approval. I don't know what's with him but I have a feeling he's testing her. It's weird because he never tests people, well except one time I went out on a date with this one guy a few months ago. Graham was always giving him looks and asking him questions he can't seem to answer.
Graham runs over to the lizard exhibit while Santana and I try to catch up to him.
"Look!" Graham exclaims when he spots us. "Look at this one! It's so cool."
Santana and I walk over to Graham and see him pointing at one lizard that's in it's water bowl. I read the description for it to Graham with Santana behind us sketching away in her sketchbook. I look over my shoulder and see her in concentration. Her eyes are narrowed and she's biting her lip. She brings the notebook closer to her and I can hear the pencil marks moving about on the paper.
"Can we get one of those?" Graham says to me. I look around and see that he's already looking at another creature.
"What is it?" Santana asks when she breaks out of her trance.
Graham looks at the description plate and pronounces. "Ge-Gee-koh."
Santana walks over there while I follow her. She bends down to Graham's height and reads the plaque. "Gecko. I love geckos."
"Yeah?" Graham seems very interested.
"I kept some as a pet when I was younger." Santana explains with a nostalgic smile. "I caught some in this jar and kept them in my room."
Graham pouts. "I wish I had a pet." He then looks over to me.
I raise an eyebrow and place my hands on my hips. "When you're older."
Graham throws his arms around my waist and leans his head on my stomach. "You always say that!"
Santana nudges Graham playfully and pretends to be discreet. "Such a Mom thing to say."
I roll my eyes and put my hand on Graham's head. "Lets keep looking at the lizards."
We look around the different sights with Santana for a couple hours while getting small snacks in between. We go back to the dolphins and stay there for half an hour because they were doing a show. While Graham is preoccupied with the trainers and dolphins, I glance at Santana and see her drawing. I smile and tap her shoulder.
"Whatcha drawing?"
Santana looks up at me and lifts up a smile. "Dolphins."
"Can I see?"
Santana pauses for a moment before nodding. She hands me her sketchbook and I couldn't help but laugh out loud. She drew dolphins swimming with little lizards riding on the back. It's adorable. I look back at Santana and see her sheepishly grinning.
"And you're going to turn this in in work?" I tease her.
Santana chuckles. "I'm just doodling. I actually got some stuff sketched while we walked around."
"Walking and sketching at the same time? Impressive."
"Well, I am pretty impressive." She feigns modesty.
"Of course." I add with an eye roll.
The show ends and we all walk to the exit. We decide that it's time to leave so we stand by the doors while facing each other, like this is our last meeting. Graham sways our hands and looks out the glass door while Santana and I exchange words.
"So where you heading now?"
Santana bites her lip. "Probably home. Watch a movie on Netflix and eat junk food."
I suddenly have an idea. "Why don't you join us for the rest of the day?"
Santana looks at Graham and they both exchange silent terms. It's odd but I don't comment. They must have bonded too well at the hot chocolate place yesterday. Santana sighs and rubs her arm. She asks if I was sure.
"Of course." I smile encouragingly.
Santana smiles back. "Well, if I'm not opposing…Then sure, why not."
Graham doesn't say anything but tugs on my hand, telling us that he wants to go The Bean. We go outside and I was about to hail a taxi when Santana tells me that she actually drove here. I smile and we walk over to the parking lot. The drive to Millennium Park is quick and before we knew it we're in front of The Bean. I grin next to Graham and see him try to dougie. I mimic him but actually got the flow right. Graham perks up and copies me.
"There we go!" I grin. "Ryder's gonna flip when he sees you dougie."
I look at our reflection and see Santana in the back. I turn around and jog over towards her, grabbing her arm and pulling her towards The Bean. "Come on!"
Santana laughs. "I don't want to look weird like you guys. Who even dances in front of The Bean anyway?"
"Us!" I exclaim and look over at the mirror once we stand in front of it. "Right, Graham Cracker?"
"It looks like I have a twin." He says while he lays down on the ground and puts his feet on the statue.
Santana giggles and shakes her head.
I pop, lock, and drop next to Santana and tell her it's her turn. She looks hesitate but I persuade her to do some dance move if she wants to hang out with us today. Santana chuckles and replies that she's only hanging out with us because she wants to avoid doing work. Suddenly Santana copies my previous dance moves and smirks when she sees my gaping mouth.
"Whoa!" Graham exclaims in awe. "You can dance like me and Mommy!"
Santana looks at Graham and shrugs. "Dancing is dancing, kid."
He gets up and walks up to Santana with a challenging glint in his eye. I lean against the statue and smile at the two when I hear Graham asking Santana to dance battle against him. I laugh and see Graham trying to out dance Santana who is actually doing pretty well. Santana hears me and rolls her eyes playfully.
After twenty minutes, decides to call it quits and let Graham win. He raises his arms up in the air and runs towards me, colliding his body against me. I kiss his head and ask him where he wants to go next.
"Hockey store!" He exclaims and points north.
I glance over to Santana. "You know where that is?"
"Actually yes." She chuckles. "I've been there a few times."
"You like hockey?" Graham asks as we make our way back to Santana's car.
"I went to a couple games because my Abuelo loved hockey." Santana explains to us. "I mean, I enjoy watching it but I can't call myself a fan."
Graham scrunches his nose. "What's an Aw-bway-low?"
"Abuelo is Spanish for Grandpa." Santana patiently explains. She then glances at me. "What about you Brittany? Favorite sport and team?"
"Football girl." I chuckle. "Miami Dolphins all the way."
"Should have known." Santana shakes her head amusingly. "Come on let's go to the hockey store.
We get there with no trouble and here we are standing in an aisle just for hockey sticks. I smile affectionately as Graham stares at them in awe. Bending down to his height, I place my hands on his shoulders and tell him that he can pick any one he wants including some new pucks.
Graham grins widely and kisses my cheek before running up and down the aisle to find the "perfect" hockey stick to brag to his friends about. I turn around and see Santana with her arms crossed and looking at the different equipment. I walk up to her and gently nudge her shoulder.
"Hey." She greets softly. "Graham pick a hockey stick yet?"
We both look over to him and see him deciding between four sticks. We share a laugh and go back to looking at whatever Santana was looking at. Being with her right now feels weird. I don't know what kind of weird but it's making me have butterflies in my stomach and I kind of don't like it. But it's a nice feeling as well. Gosh, my emotions towards this are confusing me. I wonder if she shares the same thoughts.
"Ever played hockey?" Santana suddenly asks.
I shrug. "Nope. My Dad introduced this to Graham a couple years ago and he fell in love with it. What about you?"
Santana nods and shoves her hands in her pockets. "My brothers loved sports, so growing up I end up learning how to play a few."
"That's awesome." I smile at the thought. My brother and I use to throw the old pig skin in the cul-de-sac that we lived in back in the suburbs before moving into the city. Good times.
"Mommy!"
We turn around and see Graham holding his new hockey stick along with a bag of pucks and a black hockey helmet. Oh boy, the helmet.
"Graham, I don't think I have enough for the helmet too." I sadly tell him.
Graham's eyes widen and his arms drupe. "Really?" His voice is filled with so much disappointment that I actually flinch at its tone.
I purse my lips together before saying. "I'm sorry, Graham Cracker."
Graham gives me a small smile and tells me. "It's okay. At least I'm getting the hockey stick and the pucks."
"Atta boy." I say and pat his back. "Why don't you put it back and we can go buy it so we can try it out?"
Graham's face suddenly perks up. He nods and does what he's told. I sigh and wrap my arms around myself. I feel so lousy for not buying him something extra. I should have known that he would want the helmet as well. His other helmet is getting pretty old and I'm sure that it's going to be broken soon. I did buy it from a flea market after all.
"Hey, you okay?" I hear Santana ask me.
I let out a breathy yeah and say. "Just kinda upset that I couldn't get him that helmet."
Santana looks at me and glances over at the helmet Graham just put back. She doesn't say anything and leads us over to the cashier. My feelings from earlier subdue when I see Graham holding his hockey stick excitedly after we pay. We go back to the car and have Santana drive us to the ice rink. When we get there we rent skates and as I was helping Graham put on his skates I see Santana looking at her phone. Is she bored already?
Santana frowns and looks over at me. "I have to do this one errand for work..."
"You're leaving?" My face is filled with disappointment that I don't bother covering it up.
Santana slightly smiles. "Stupid boss of mine actually wants to me to fax him something."
"Will you be back?" Graham questions curiously.
She looks at the time on her watch before replying. "It will be quick I promise."
"You better keep that promise." I joke. "You still got to ice skate."
Santana cracks a smile and nods her head. "Don't worry. I'll take a good thirty minutes or so. You'll be having so much fun that I'll be back before you know it."
"Alright. It's a deal."
Santana nods her head and waves at us before heading over to her car. Graham and I both wave back and go back to putting on her ice skates. I wish Santana stayed so she could ice skate with us, but she did say that she will come back and she did promise. Graham suddenly grabs my hand and we enter the ice rink.
"Let's race!" Graham exclaims and begins to move his feet quickly.
I smirk and try to catch up to him. Graham never took lessons. He's a natural born skater and it's impressive. I don't know where and how he learned how to skate. I never had time to teach him so maybe he picked it up from TV. But sometimes I like to think he's a prodigy at ice-skating, which is really cool.
I skate pass Graham and stick my tongue out at him before facing front. Skating is an amazing sport. It makes me feel like I'm flying! I love how the breeze hits my face as I move faster and faster and I love feeling my hair fly back. It's like I'm Supergirl and I'm zooming everywhere. I look behind me and see Graham trying to catch up. I giggle softly and stop so he could catch up.
"Mommy!" He pants when he finally reaches me. "You're so fast!"
"That's why you shouldn't race with me." I smirk and ruffle his hair.
Graham holds my hand and we begin to skate together slowly. He hums softly before looking up at me and asking. "Do you like Santana?"
I raise an eyebrow. "Why?" It seems suspicious for him to ask that.
He shrugs and looks somewhere else. "I'm just wondering."
"I like Santana." I answer.
"Like a friend?"
"Yeah. She's my friend after all."
"Hmm."
"Is that bad?"
Graham looks up at me again. "I guess not." He then scrunches his nose at a thought that is probably floating around.
I smile and lightly bop his forehead. "Why don't we try out that hockey stick? I think those kids over there are starting a hockey game."
"You think they'll let me join them?"
"It wouldn't hurt if you ask."
Graham nods and lets go of my head so he could skate all the way to the other kids to ask if he could join. I see them talking amongst themselves before nodding their heads. Graham grins and fetches his hockey stick. I giggle to myself and shake my head. At least he's making friends.
I skate for a while before heading over to the bench to watch the hockey game with the other parents. We cheer whenever one of the kids makes a goal, especially Graham. After two games, they start their third. During the middle of it, I jump in my seat and clap when I see Graham block a puck from going towards the goal. I squeal excitedly and clap even more.
"They winning?"
I turn look next to me and see Santana looking at me with a big smile. The tip of Santana's nose is red as well as her ears. Her gloved hands stuffed in her coat and she looks so cozy with the scarf around her neck. I never realized how cold it is until now. My face does feel a little numb.
"Hey!" I greet with a giddy tone. "When did you get here?"
"Few seconds ago." She replies and nods over to the children. "Who's winning?"
"Graham's team."
"It's cause they got him."
"That's right." I grin and focus back to their little game. "Did you do what you had to do for work?"
"Oh totally." Santana takes a seat next to me. "All done and taken care of."
"That's good." I look at her and see her looking right at me.
And there I see it. The mysterious dark eyes that drew me in the first time I saw her. She gives me a small smile and I return the favor. I feel her inching closer to me until our arms are pressed against one another. My cheeks turn even redder and my eyes widen. I feel like this is the moment when we kiss. When we're suppose to lean in and press our lips together, slowly molding them into one. But we don't.
We're frozen at each other's gazes. Santana's lips jar, like she's in total awe. Never in my life have I wanted to just caress her lips with mine and hold her. Memories of every night spent together are remembered. It's still fresh and new in my mind. Shuddering, I close my eyes and exhale. I shouldn't be thinking like this, especially in public with Graham just a few feet away.
Santana suddenly flinches herself out of her trance before glancing at the ice skating rink. "Hey, uh, I think the game is done."
I forcibly look away from her and see the kids getting off the rink. Santana and I get up and walk over to Graham who is currently putting his rental skates away. He looks over at us and smiles brightly.
He clutches his hockey stick tightly and hops on his feet. "We won!"
"I know!" I grin. "You know what time it is now?"
Graham pouts and suddenly grabs Santana's hand to look at her wristwatch. Santana and I share an amused look before looking back at Graham.
"It's only 5 o'clock."
"It's getting pretty dark too." Santana notices while she points at the sky.
I roll my eyes and grab their hands and pull them towards Santana's car. "That is true but it's also dinner time. Sooo Santana, would you please drive us to that restaurant on 75th street? The one with the neon green sign."
"That place?" Her face lights up in recognition. "I know where it is. C'mon let's go."
"What's the place called?" Graham asks excitedly.
I wink at him and place a finger between my lips, silently telling him that it's a secret. Graham huffs and nods understandingly before hopping in the car. I fiddle with Santana's radio since she doesn't mind and I stop at one song that I know and begin to sing along with it. I wiggle my butt in my seat and look behind me to see Graham dancing in his seat. We share a laugh and I playfully nudge Santana to join us.
"Driving here." She reminds and uses one hand to point at the wheel while she smirks.
"Right." I smirk back. It's only because she can't dance and drive at the same time.
After a few songs, we park in front of this restaurant called Food World. We get out of the car and walk inside. Graham examines the places carefully while I speak to the hostess. The woman nods and walks us to a booth. I slide in with Graham next to me and Santana sits across.
"It's pretty." Graham remarks as he observes the décor. The place is design like a retro bar. It's like the restaurant in the movie Grease.
The corners of my mouth lift up and I look over at Santana who's staring right at me. He's right. The view is absolutely pretty. Beautiful even. I realize that we've been staring for quite some time now. We blush at the same time and quickly scramble to our menus.
"I think I'll get the bacon and cheese burger." Santana announces with a cough.
"That sounds good." I murmur, my attention completely at the different foods. "I kind of want enchiladas. What about you Graham Cracker?"
"Apple pie!"
"Dessert later, baby."
Graham pouts and slides his kid's menu over to me. I giggle and look at it before suggesting. "Pizza?"
"Yes!"
A waiter comes in and asks to take our order. I tell him what Graham and I want and then Santana orders. He smiles and goes off to take our order to the kitchen.
"So how's your birthday going so far?" Santana asks Graham. Her elbows resting on the table and her eyes and ears attentive as she leans in.
"It's awesome." He answers with a wide smile. "I gots a new hockey stick and played three awesome hockey games with those kids and we won them all! An-and I got a cupcake for breakfast too!"
"A cupcake?" Santana gasps dramatically. She looks at me and smirks. "For breakfast?"
I grin mischievously. "Whaaat? It's his birthday!"
"It was good." Graham nods with confirmation.
"I should get one then to see for myself." Santana says teasingly.
"You should get me a whole box!" Graham tells her.
Santana's eyebrows shoot up. "A whole box? I don't know kid. I'll probably want something in return."
Graham's eyes narrow at her. "Yeah?"
I smile at the interaction. They're so cute acting all serious while talking about cupcakes.
"Here is your food." The waiter comes back and gives us our respective plates. "Enjoy."
We eat our meal in peace, casually throwing in comments about the place and bringing up everyday topics. I actually made Santana laugh out loud when I told her the story of how I first babysat when I was 12.
"Wait, wait, wait." Santana giggles and lifts up her hand. "Can you please repeat that?"
I flush with embarrassment and comply. "Okay so the woman told me the dog was in the backyard and I'm suppose to bring him in after ten minutes after she left. I completely disregard the dog for almost four hours."
Santana grins and shakes her head. Her arms are crossed while her shoulders were bouncing up and down. She leans against the booth and takes a deep breath before letting me comment.
"I was paying more attention to the baby!"
"Anyway, please continue." Her voice is filled with curiosity.
"When I finally remembered the dog I ran outside to the back and found him missing!" I exclaim with a wide smile and my hands on my cheeks. My face is burning up. "I accidently close the back door and it locked itself! So I climbed the fence which was at least six feet tall and when I got to the very top…"
"Oh no." Her grin widens, knowing what happened next."
"Oh yes." I throw my head back and laugh. "Riiiiiiip! Off my shorts!"
"Brittany!" Santana squeals and jokingly throws a fry. I giggle and eat it. "I would die of embarrassment! Oh my god."
"Right?! I got a huuuge scar from my calf to my butt." I pout for a second and pretend to rub my ass. "I totally didn't know I was bleeding."
"What happens next, Mommy?" Graham asks eagerly. He leans near me, his smile wide and excited.
"I walked around the house to the front door and found out that it was locked. So I had to go to the neighbor's house to ask them to use their phone." I roll my eyes. "I called my Dad and literally cried, telling him that I ruined my first babysitting experience."
"Well you were too young." Santana points out. She picks up her burger and tears a piece off.
"That's what my Mom said!" I exclaim with my hands in the air. "So anyway, my Dad said he would pick me up at the neighbor's place and I should wait by the house I was babysitting at. When I get there, I found two other neighbors trying to open the front door for me and you know what?"
"What?"
"The freaking dog was inside barking at the two neighbors by the front door." I jokingly smack forehead. "And to make things even worse my Mom was the one that picked me up from the house. And never in my life have I wanted to die so badly."
Santana shakes her head and holds her stomach. Her laughs continue to flow right out of her along with Graham. "No way!"
"I was crying like a huge baby." I think back to that moment. "My Mom was scolding me, telling me that I was still far too young to babysit and saying that she knew that this would happen."
"Aww, poor Brittany."
"Right?" I snort. I finish up my enchiladas and wipe my mouth with a napkin before tossing it on the plate. I lean back and smile right at Santana. She is absolutely immersed in her burger. Her cheeks are puffed out while she chews with her mouth closed. She reminds me of a little hamster.
"Finished?" I ask after a while.
Graham and Santana are both in the same position as me. Leaned back with our hands in our stomachs. I talk to Graham about meaningless stuff with Santana throwing a comment here and there whenever she feels like she needs too. After a few minutes, the waiter comes back and I hold my giggle when I see Graham's eyes go wide. The waiter is holding a big plate with a huge cake with five candles. He smiles brightly while he places the cake on the table. He claps and suddenly a few more waiters and waitresses appear singing happy birthday.
Graham's face turns red and turns to face me. He wraps his arms around me and buries his face against my body. I turn over to Santana and see her giggling at us. I throw he a wink and try to make Graham blow out the candles. Once the workers stop singing, I prop Graham onto my lap and he leans in closely to blow out the candles.
"Yay!" I squeal. I shiver when I hear Santana laugh right in front of me. My gaze shifts towards her again and she's holding her phone. I think she took a picture. Santana's lips part, giving me a full view of her flashing teeth.
All of the sudden Santana turns shy. She tucks a piece of hair behind her ear before saying. "Let's have some cake!"
I stare at her for a moment, admiring her for another second before nodding my head in response. I think this is the best birthday Graham has ever had and I'm pretty glad that Santana spent it with us.
