So here's what you missed on Alone With You
-Santana wakes up holding Brittany
-It's the anniversary of B's Mom's passing so Santana sets up something to take Brit's mind off of it
-Santana has work first so she shows up late and everyone is drunk but Rachel
-Sam and Finn discovered they kissed all the girls and decide that Santana is the best kisser in the room
-The girls protest and Sam tells them to try themselves but Brittany is the only one to take them up on the offer
-Santana is blown away by the kiss but right after Brittany kisses Sam after he feels left out
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"Looks like you got some competition," Sam says with a smirk. Quinn squeals again and Brittany buries her smiling face into her hands.
But then it's over. They're done talking about kissing. Just like that. I don't know if I blurred everything out or if they actually moved on from it that quickly. Finn, Sam, and Quinn are all somehow talking about Kurt and his planned visit back to the city with Blaine.
I can't tell if my hearts even beating anymore. The air feels so thick and I'm having trouble breathing.
I think about excusing myself but it seems pointless, considering no one is clearheaded and I'm not even sure I can talk.
I slowly stand up and walk through the kitchen. I subconsciously walk towards the place where my apartment has a balcony. The apartments are clearly made my the same people because their apartment has a door in the same spot that leads to the same type of balcony. I quietly open the door and step out and breath in the fresh air.
Most people say New York doesn't have fresh air, but something about New York air is fresher to me than any other air I've ever breathed. Maybe it's because I'm finally on my own and independent.
I step further out and rest on the railing while I catch my breath. Their balcony is a lot bigger than ours. Well, maybe not that much bigger, but they don't have any chairs or tables out here yet like we do so there's actually room to walk around.
The second I start thinking about what just happened I start pacing back and forth. It's like I can't stop moving. I'm fidgeting and getting more anxious than normal.
I just kissed a girl. That's what I should be freaking out about. Sure, it could easily be made out to be drunken fun. But that's not what it was. For me, at least. I should be freaking out because I just kissed my first girl.
But I'm not. It felt...right. It felt like it was supposed to feel the past eight years. No, it felt better than that. It felt perfect. That's why I'm freaking out. Not because it was a girl that made me feel that way. But because I actually felt anything at all.
I felt the way you read about. The way you dream of feeling when you grow up. The way I never thought I'd ever feel.
Part of me thinks maybe it's just because she's the first girl I've ever kissed and I could just feel that way because I like kissing girls. But I know that's not true. Not even close.
Why am I really freaking out? Maybe it has something to do with the fact that right after I felt one of the most incredible feelings in the world, I felt one of the shittiest. She kissed Sam. It's not that I'm worried she's into Sam. I mean, maybe I am a little worried. But it's the fact that it made our kiss seem like nothing. Of course it hurt, seeing her kiss someone else. But it hurt the most thinking that what I felt she didn't.
My hands run through my hair as I continue pacing back and forth.
"San?" A voice whispers as I quickly come to a halt and try to keep calm. "Santana," Rachel whispers in relief when she finds me.
When I realize it's just Rachel, I resume my pacing.
"You okay?" she asks as she leans against the railing, a perfect position to watch me go insane.
"What do you think?" I bite. Thank God Rachel doesn't take my bitchy comments seriously or I'd have no one to talk to.
Rachel lets me walk up and back a few times before she finally speaks up.
"How was it?" she asks softly.
I scoff at first, but once I start thinking about the kiss my pacing stops. I lean against the wall and look up at Rachel's soft expression.
"Amazing," I whisper. Rachel smiles at me, but not her giddy I-wanna-tease-you-about-your-crush smile. It's a genuine, happy smile.
My face starts to heat up.
"But now I feel like shit," I confess.
"Because of Sam?" Rachel asks.
"No," I tell her. "Well, yeah, a little." Now that she brings Sam up I guess he's part of the reason I feel like shit. But I don't think that's what's bothering me the most.
"It's just, I know that kiss wasn't supposed to be a kiss. But it sure as hell felt like it to me," I admit. "But she's drunk. She didn't feel anything-"
"How do you know?" Rachel asks. What does she mean how do I know? It's clear.
"She kissed Sam right after me!" I whisper yell. "Yeah it hurt watching her kiss him, but what hurt more was that it totally reminded me of the validity of our kiss. There wasn't any!"
"San," Rachel breaths as she tries to come closer to me. I turn away from her and begin pacing again.
"I can't be mad at her," I tell her. "She's drunk! And she doesn't know I- I- I like girls," I whisper.
"But you know what they say," Rachel says with a slight smile. "Drunk actions are sober thoughts."
"What?" I say. "What does that have to do with anything?"
"Santana, think about it. She volunteered to kiss you. She practically begged! Drunk or not, she still wanted to kiss you. And if she wanted to kiss anybody she could have just kissed Sam without asking," she says.
I don't know if this is what I need. False hope.
"Rachel," I stop her. "You don't have to do this," I say completely broken. Rachel hears the change in my tone and envelops me in a hug. I let her, too.
"I wouldn't be saying this if I didn't think there was some truth to it," she says as she pulls away from the hug, leaving her hands on my shoulders. "The way she was looking at you, before the kiss, she wanted to kiss you. I don't care if she was drunk, she still wanted to. And after...let's just say you clearly are a good kisser," she smiles.
I let out a breathy laugh.
"Santana?" a voice breaks our attention as our heads snap towards the sliding glass door. Brittany's head is peaking out. All the nerves Rachel just managed to subdue return the second I see her face.
Rachel raises her eyebrows at me and gives me a tight lipped smile.
"I'll leave you two alone," Rachel says just loud enough for me to hear. I give her a pleading look, begging her to stay. But then she's gone, leaving Brittany and me alone in the brisk New York air.
I give her a weak smile as I walk back over to the balcony railing and I lean over, looking out at as much of the city as I can see. Most of it's just other apartments, but through some small cracks you can actually see the city all lit up.
"I was looking for you," Brittany says as she leans onto the railing right next to me.
"Here I am," I tell her with little emotion.
"Why'd you come out here?" She asks.
"Just needed some air," I shrug.
"It's nice," she says. "I haven't been out here yet."
I let out a soft hum to acknowledge her. For someone who seemed so drunk minutes ago, her speech is actually pretty clear. But maybe it's just because I saw her at her absolute worst last night.
"Are you okay?" She finally asks what she's clearly been waiting to.
"Mhm," I simply say.
"I just- are you mad? At me?" she asks weakly. I don't answer right away because I'm trying to pick my words carefully. "I didn't mean to- if you didn't want to- I didn't even ask, I should have asked you. I just didn't mean to-"
"What?" I ask. "Didn't mean to what?"
"I didn't ask you if you wanted to kiss, I didn't mean to do that. If you didn't want-"
"Brit," I breath. "I nodded. I would have stopped you if I-It was okay."
I see her visibly relax and it makes me relax a little too.
"Look, I actually came out here to say thank you," she confesses. "Rachel told me it was your idea to set this up to take my mind off of things."
Brittany stops talking until I look up at her. I finally look away from the skyline and look up at her. Her blue eyes are so soft as she looks down at me.
"First last night, and now tonight. Nobody's ever done such sweet things for me," she said softly. "Thank you," she says again.
How can I be mad at her after that? She looks so vulnerable and tonight is probably the hardest day of the year for her. And here I am feeling sorry for myself.
"Come here," I say as I pull her into a hug. She burrows her head into my neck and her warm breath escapes onto my bare skin. Her hands softly rub against my back as we hold our hug.
She pulls away and smiles.
"I'm glad you came," she says. "I was upset when you didn't show up with Quinn."
"Stupid work," I say.
"Have you had enough air?" She asks and I notice she's shivering. I guess the air is a little brisk.
"Yeah," I say, as I start to follow her back inside.
She stops when her hand lands on the handle and turns to face me.
"By the way, the boys were right," she says with a smug look. She turns back to the door and begins to slide it open. Once she's halfway in, she turns to me once more.
"You know, Sam may think I'm giving you some competition for best kisser," she whispers. "But he isn't much competition for you," she smirks.
My stomach fills with a wave of butterflies as Brittany walks into her apartment.
I've kissed Sam before, and let me tell you, he knows how to work them guppy lips. But that only makes me smile bigger, knowing how good Brittany had to have thought I was.
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My hand slaps onto the bedside table as I search for the snooze button on my phone. The noise doesn't stop and the more I awaken I realize it's not my alarm sounding.
"Mmm," I moan as I roll over and grab my phone.
"Hello?" I mutter with a groggy voice.
"Santana," the fake French accent rings through the phone. Shit. I quickly sit up and check the clock. 9:02. What the fuck? I don't have to be in until 11:30.
"I'm not late," I state defensively.
"No, no," he says.
"Then why are you waking me up at 9 in the morning?" I bark.
"Look, I have a proposition. You're supposed to work from 11:30 to 1:30, right?"
"Mhm," I say. On Fridays Per Se is only open for lunch, thank God.
"You can either come to work until 1:30, with me-"
"What's the other option," I quickly ask.
"You can drive to our supplier and pick up our bread. Their delivery truck had an accident and couldn't make it. If you leave by ten o'clock, you'll be back here a little before noon. Then you can go home. You'd be done an hour and a half earlier than you would if you came into work. And we'll pay for your gas. And you'll get paid for the normal shift," Henri begs.
"Fine," I say.
"Ah Great! Merci! I will text you the address as soon as my Dad gives it to me. See you later. Thanks, Santana."
"Yup," I hang up.
Ugh. I hate driving. Especially in the city. My Dad didn't think I would need a car here because you can walk everywhere, but my Mom thought I should have one for emergencies. I think she just wanted to disagree with him for the sake of disagreeing, though. But she couldn't afford to get me anything great, so she got me this absolute piece of shit. Look, I don't care what people think about me or my car. But it's just horrible to drive a small little car that could break down at any given moment. It's a 1990 Honda, which would be fine and all if it hadn't been driven into the ground.
After I get dressed and ready to go out, I head to the kitchen to grab some breakfast. I see Quinn's purse laid out on the table and remember last night. Quinn's definitely gonna be feeling last night when she wakes up. I laugh a little, remembering how hard it was to get her in bed.
After Brittany and I had come inside, Quinn was having trouble staying awake. It was hilarious. She kept dozing off and quickly catching herself. It looked like she was about to fall asleep and kept having that dreamlike feeling where you think you're falling and you quickly jolt awake. We decided it was time I take her home. The walk home was interesting enough, but she managed to make it back by looping her arm through mine. But once we got inside our place, Quinn refused to go to bed. She couldn't stay awake, but she refused to lay down. I sat with her in the kitchen listening to her ramble about how she wants to play mini golf until she finally fell asleep with her head on the table. I tried to carry her to her room, but as soon as I lifted her she started walking aimlessly and I directed her to her bed.
I decide to make some coffee, both for me and for Quinn's hangover. I quickly scribble a note down while I make the pot.
Q- Here's some coffee for that killer hangover I'm sure you're feeling. I get off work at 12 today. If you're done class maybe we can meet up for lunch. Text me.
-S
I quickly pour some of the coffee into a to go mug and grab my keys as I head to the parking garage down the block.
I search for Henri's text while the guy pulls my car around. I quickly copy and paste the address into my MapQuest app. Almost an hour away. Great. I almost rather have gone to work.
"Thanks," I say when the man steps out of my car.
I'm not even sure what color my car originally was. It's been chipped so much. The main color looks kind of silvery, but there's white, blue, and black spots all over it.
I slide into the front seat and groan when I feel how hot it is. I try to turn the air on until I remember the air conditioner is broken.
"Ugh," I say as I manually roll down my window.
I follow the highlighted route as I turn the volume up. Some overplayed Bruno Mars song comes on and I hit a button to change it. The station doesn't change so I hit another. Nothing.
"Fuck!" I moan as I hit my steering wheel. The horn sounds and a pedestrian crossing the street shoots me a dirty look.
"Sorry," I mouth before I rest my head on the wheel. I fucking hate this car.
Once I get out of the city the drive isn't that bad. The breeze feels kind of good and I guess it's not awful to have some alone time.
But being alone always makes me think too much. And I hate that.
My map tells me to turn right onto this deserted road. Where the hell am I going?
The radio starts tuning in and out. All I hear is static.
"Great," I mutter. I lost signal of the station.
I'm about to turn the volume down so I don't have to listen to the annoying static when a song comes into tune. I can't make out the first couple words because it keeps tuning in and out. But I can hear the accent.
Ugh. I fucking hate country music. I'm about to turn the volume down when the station becomes clear and a lyric catches my attention.
But you kiss me when you're drunk.
I slowly release my hand from the volume knob and take a listen.
I don't know your friends
Don't know where you've been
Why are you the one I want
My pulse picks up a little as a nervous feeling takes over my stomach. It's so dead on.
I can't stop thinking about Brittany. I haven't really stopped thinking about her since the kiss, but being alone is just making me think about her even more. And now this song is pretty similar to how I'm feeling.
I hardly know anything about this girl. But I want to know everything there is to know. Everything.
The chorus starts and I have to admit it, it's pretty catchy. Even if it is some country singer.
Don't put your lips up to my mouth and tell me you can't stay
Don't slip your hand under my shirt and tell me it's okay
Don't say it doesn't matter cause it's gonna matter to me
My heart skips a beat. It's just like last night. It's like it didn't matter to her. Kissing me. She didn't think twice. But it was the most memorable kiss of my life.
I can't be alone with you...
You've got me out on the edge every time you call
And I know it would kill me if I fall
I can't be alone with you.
My emotions are a mix between wanting to laugh, sob, punch the window, and hide.
I want to do all of those because the song is so right.
After last night, I know it. If I'm alone with Brittany I'm going to fall. Hard, too. It's the scariest feeling in the world. There are so many things that could go wrong and leave me completely and utterly broken.
But it's also one of the most incredible feelings in the world. It's so exciting and new. If I felt that way about her last night imagine how amazing I could feel if I really fell.
Please don't chain that door
I can't win this war
Your body is like a pill I shouldn't take
Then the chorus comes back on.
Don't put your lips up to my mouth and tell me you can't stay
Don't slip your hand under my shirt and tell me it's okay
Don't say it doesn't matter cause it's gonna matter to me
I can't be alone with you...
By this point I'm singing along with parts of the chorus.
You've got me out on the edge every time you call
And I know it would kill me if I fall
I can't be alone with you
The bridge comes up and the song slows down. I have to admit I kind of like this guys voice. It's sending chills down my spine. Well, maybe that's the lyrics doing that. Or Brittany.
Don't put your lips up to my mouth and tell me you can't stay
Don't slip your hand under my shirt and tell me it's okay
Don't say you love me cause you know you're gonna love me and leave
I can't be alone with you...
My heart sinks as he sings my biggest fear. You're gonna love me and leave. What's worse than Brittany not loving me at all? Loving me and then leaving. Feeling love for even the slightest bit of time and then losing it. Now I get why people say love is scary. It's so scary.
You've got me out on the edge every time you call
And I know it would kill me if I fall
I can't be alone with you
The song softens and slows down again as I hear the words I missed in the beginning.
I don't see you laugh
you don't call me back
But you kiss me when you're drunk.
The song ends and for the split second of silence before the host starts talking I can hear my heart beating. Not just because it's inside of me. I can actually hear it. And I know if someone was with me right now in the car, they'd hear it too.
I come to a dead end and I realize I've stopped following the directions.
"Shit," I mutter.
I finally get back on route and realize I'm only two minutes from the supplier. I make it there quickly, pick up the bread, and hop back in the car.
I turn the volume up, deciding that maybe I could like country after all.
Some guy talks to the background of a banjo.
"Nope," I say as I turn the volume back down. Still don't like country.
I drive in silence until I'm back in the city and completely positive that my normal hit station is back.
When I turn up the volume I'm relieved to hear that new Maroon 5 song playing.
I turn onto the highlighted street, just ten minutes away from the parking garage, and instantly cuss when I see all the traffic.
"What the fuck," I mumble. It's barely noon. There can't be this many people on a lunch break.
My car comes to a stop as I stick my head out the window. Two or three blocks down I see flashing red and blue police lights. There must have been an accident.
"Ugh," I mutter. "Should have stayed at work."
At this rate, I probably won't be free until 12:45. I would have rather stood at the fucking podium and seat customers and get creepily hit on by Henri.
I close out of the GPS on my phone and see I have a text from Quinn.
Thanks for the coffee. I needed it haha. Apparently I told Rach I'd meet up with her for lunch last night... Come meet us? 12:45 at Romano's.
I smile, first thinking about Quinn waking up super hungover. Then thinking about her realizing she promised Rachel a lunch last night. Quinn hates not remembering things. She loves to be in control, it's who she is. I think that's why she doesn't love drinking. But I like this new Quinn. The looser Quinn. It reminds me more of high school, only she's more mature.
Sounds good I respond.
It's probably gonna work out perfectly. I'm sure I'm gonna be in this traffic for awhile. But I gotta get this bread to work as soon as possible, other wise they'll have no bread for the costumers. I decide to drive right to work. I'll call Henri and have him run out to the car and pick it up. Then I can go put the car away.
After about ten minutes, I make it to the end of the block and make a left, trying to avoid the traffic. I take a weird back route that would normally add almost ten minutes to the direct route but it's definitely shorter right now.
When I'm about two minutes away I dial Henri's number and tell him to get his butt outside.
When I pull up, Henri's on the corner. I pull over as much as possible and unlock my car. I can see him judging my car, but he's too kind to say anything.
"Thank you so so much," he says as he opens my back door. He reaches in and grabs the fifteen baguettes. Looking at him try to carry them makes me wonder how I carried them to my car.
"Wait!" he calls when I'm about to drive away. "For gas," he says as he hands me sixty dollars.
"Thanks," I smile as I drive away. Some asshole beeps at me as I pull off the corner, probably because I cut him off. I hold up my middle finger as I turn the corner.
There's no way to avoid the traffic now. To get to the garage I just have to sit here. Luckily, Romano's isn't far from the garage. Only two blocks.
Sitting in traffic is probably my least favorite thing in the world. I can't sit in this small car anymore. I get super claustrophobic. Not to mention grumpy as hell. I'm already in a bad mood from having to drive an hour both ways to pick up fucking bread for a dumb ass job that is going to get me nowhere in life.
After twenty minutes on the same block, I finally get my car into the garage. By the time I'm on the street it's already 12:45 and I'm starving. I only grabbed a small granola bar for breakfast.
By the time I make it to Romano's it's 12:53 and I'm starving and bitter.
I find Rachel and Quinn in the back corner and march back to their booth and slide in next to Quinn.
"Hello sunshine," Quinn smirks as I toss my bag to the floor. "Rough day at work?" She jokes.
"Did you guys order yet?" I ask.
"Not yet-"
"I'm starving," I cry.
"They're gonna bring us bread," Rachel says trying to calm me.
"I've had enough of bread for today," I mutter. The girls just stare at me.
"Henri made me drive all the way to the middle of fucking nowhere to pickup some fucking bread for my dumb fucking job," I say with as much edge as I can.
Both the girls raise their eyebrows at each other but don't react too much. It's not like they've never seen this side of me.
"I'm sorry," Rachel tries to calm me.
The waitress places rolls on the table and brings me a glass of water, immediately silencing me.
Rachel and Quinn start talking about school. I don't say anything. I kind of feel bad for bringing down the mood so I try not to say anything that will make it worse.
The subject quickly changes to Finn as I finish my second roll.
"I just, I want to take things slow," Rachel explains. Quinn nods.
"What happens, you know, in the fall?" Quinn asks.
"Exactly what I'm worried about. I get back with him, fall even harder than before, and then he leaves," Rachel says. I can hear the strain in her voice. And I feel her pain, too.
It's kind of what I was thinking about before. What if I fall for Brittany and she doesn't stay? With me, I mean.
"Oh, here she is!" Rachel smiles. Quinn and I turn around to follow her gaze.
Brittany flicks her blonde hair off her shoulder with a smile as she slides in next to Rachel.
"Hi, Brittany!" Quinn smiles. By her tone I can tell she knew Brittany was coming.
"Hi," She smiles at Quinn, then me. My stomach fills with butterflies as I think about her kiss.
"Hi," I smile.
"Sorry I'm late. Class ran a little late," she says. "Did you guys order yet?" She asks.
"Not yet," Rachel smiles as Brittany starts searching through the menu.
"How was class?" Brittany asks them.
"Good," they both say in unison.
"How was work?" She looks up at me with a smile. My face softens. She knew I had work and she actually cares how it went
"Eh, fine," I shrug. "You know, it's work."
She smiles as she points to the menu.
"I'm gonna go to the bathroom," she says to Rachel. "If she comes to take our order can you get me the chicken parm?"
"Mhm," Rachel smiles as Brittany scoots out of the booth to use the restroom. Watching her leave, I notice how swiftly her hips move. I guess it's a dancer thing.
"What the hell was that about?" Quinn laughs at me.
"What?" I ask defensively.
"You were all tetchy and miserable and all 'work fucking sucked' and then she shows up and all of a sudden you're all 'it's just work, you know,'" she mocks me.
"I just needed some food in me," I say, motioning to the bread. I look to Rachel to vouch for me but she stays quiet. I see her trying to hide a smirk.
The waitress walks up as Quinn raises her eyebrows at me. I shrug her off as I order my shrimp scampi.
Rachel orders for her and Brittany, and when Quinn's ordering her meal Rachel flashes me a small smile, almost as if to say Quinn's right.
I'm pretty sure Quinn's about to say something more to me right before Brittany slides back into the booth.
Brittany takes a sip of her water before softly placing it back on the table.
"While you're all here," Brittany starts, "I just wanted to say thank you again."
"Brittany," Rachel starts, trying to tell her to stop thanking us.
"No," she says. "You guys don't realize how much it means to me. You've been amazing this whole time. Better than any of the friends I've ever had," she says and I can almost hear pain in her voice. "But last night," she says, "what you guys did for me was amazing. I had a lot of fun. And it's just what I needed," she smiles.
I look around at the girls and we all have these foolish, proud smiles on our faces. It's like Brittany has this special effect on all of us. Though I'm pretty positive it's a different kind of effect on me.
"Don't worry about it," Quinn smiles.
"Yeah," Rachel says. "No problem. And, if you're gonna thank anyone, Santana deserves the most credit," she smiles. I kind of like Rachel talking me up.
Brittany looks across to me with her softest smile yet. My face is burning and I pray the darkness of my skin and the lack of light in the room can hide my red cheeks.
"Thank you," she nods.
Quinn chuckles. "I think you thanked her enough last night."
"Quinn!" Rachel squeals.
Well, now I'm absolutely positive nothing can hide the color of my cheeks. But when I get the courage to look up at Brittany her face is just as red.
"Oh, like you remember it," I tell Quinn as I roll my eyes.
She laughs a little and the mood begins to lighten.
"I remember it was hot," she laughs. "I mean, come on, did you see Sam?"
We both shake our heads. Obviously we didn't. We were busy kissing each other.
Quinn scoffs. "That was like one of Sam's wet dreams."
"Quinn!" Rachel squeals again. Quinn just giggles.
I try to hide my slight embarrassment. I look up towards Brittany and she isn't even trying to hide it. Her hands are covering her face.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Quinn tries to apologize, but she's still giggling.
"It's okay," Brittany says with a smile.
"What about Sam?" Quinn asks. My heart drops again and I feel like I take a small punch to the stomach.
Brittany almost looks confused at her question.
"I was just drunk," she shrugs. My body relaxes. "You know, being silly."
Quinn smiles.
"I'm not normally this much of a mess," Brittany says with a light laugh, but I can almost sense some pain behind that comment, too. "I just- you know, hard times. Desperate measures," she laughs. We all laugh a little with her. "I just don't want you guys to think I just kiss whoever normally. I mean, yeah, when I drink I'm a lot more flirtatious than normal. But who isn't? I was just drinking even more than usual. So it was a little over the top."
"No worries," Rachel smiles. "I think we all enjoyed seeing that Brittany, anyway," Rachel says with a slight smirk, looking me dead in the eye.
I see Brittany try to follow her eye line. Her eyes land on me and I quickly look down to my bread plate, avoiding her gaze.
The conversation passes as the waitress brings all our food out.
"That was quick," Quinn smiles.
"I'm not complaining," I say, digging into my food.
About halfway through my plate my phone vibrates in the pocket of my jeans. New text.
Rachel
I quickly look up to her and she gives me a look to keep quiet.
I need to talk to you.
I look up at her with narrowing eyes.
Keeping her head straight ahead, Rachel's eyes simply look at me, flicker over to Brittany, and land back on mine as she suggestively raises her eyebrows.
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