Chapter 9 - Third Times The Charm

When I walk in the spot, this is what I see, ok. Everybody stops and they staring at me.

"Damn it. I really have to change that." Santana groaned.

I got a passion in my pants and I ain't afraid to show it, show it, show it, show it.

"Ugh. I'm coming."

I'm sexy and I kn-

"Hello."

"Hi Santana it's Brittany."

"Yeah I know. Caller id."

"Oh right. Anyway I didn't wake you did I?"

"Nope I've been up for about an hour. So what's up?"

"Well I know you have to work tonight but I thought maybe we could have a little date before that."

"Ok. What did you have in mind?"

"I thought we could have a picnic date."

"But it's like mid-October Brittany. It's not exactly warm outside." Santana argued.

"Its 50 degrees today. That's plenty warm. Wear a cute hat if you think you'll be cold." The blonde reasoned.

"Fine. So were do you want to have this picnic?"

"Do you remember that park we went to on our first date?"

"Yes how could I forget."

"I thought we could go there and have a little picnic by the pond. Sound good?"

"Ok. Should I meet you there?"

"Well could you come over to my apartment? I might need help carrying the stuff for the picnic."

"Sure thing. Just let me put some warmer clothes on and then I'll be right over. See ya in a bit."

"Ok. Yay. I'm so excited. See ya." Brittany hung up the phone. This is gonna be great. I have pack the picnic. Better start now. Third dates the charm, right?

With a devilish grin on her face Brittany began making the sandwiches for their picnic. She grabbed a couple of apples and juice boxes and threw them in the picnic basket with the sandwiches. She was digging through the hall closet throwing things behind her left and right trying to find the blanket for the picnic. She was interrupted by the sound of the door buzzer ringing. Brittany ran across her apartment and pushed the talk button on the wall. "Who is it?"

"Santana."

"Ok come up. I have to grab a few things yet." She pushed the button to open the front door of the apartment building.

Santana got in the elevator and made the ride up to Brittany's floor. Once there she searched for Brittany's door. Finally finding it she knocked. Seconds later Brittany pulled the door open and greeted Santana with a kiss. "Come in. I'm almost ready to go."

"Ok." Santana looked around Brittany's apartment checking it out. "Holy shit what happened over there? It looks like your closet exploded."

"Oh yeah. I was trying to find the blanket for the picnic. But I don't think it's in there. I'm gonna go look in my bedroom."

Brittany went into the bedroom and looked in the closet for the blanket. "Oh I found it." She yelled through the apartment to Santana. She grabbed the blanket and put a sweatshirt and sunglasses on and walked back into the living room where Santana was standing.

"You're not gonna wear that are you?" Santana asked the blonde.

"Yeah. Why?"

"You look like the Unabomber."

Brittany threw Santana a confused look. "I don't know who that is." Shrugging while walking over to the counter to get the picnic basket. She handed the picnic basket to Santana. "Here can you carry this? I'll carry the blanket."

"Really? I thought you had more to carry than this. Why do I have to carry the heavy picnic basket and you're carrying a blanket." Santana complained about this arrangement.

"That picnic basket isn't that heavy. Plus it got you over to my apartment. So whatever." She gave Santana a sly grin. "Ready to go?"

"Yep. Lets go."

They walked to park and set up the blanket on the ground next to the pond. Brittany kneeled down on the blanket and started rummaging around in the picnic basket. She started pulling out the food. "I didn't know what kind of sandwich you liked so I made a PB&J, a turkey and a bologna sandwich. Which one would you like?"

"Turkey is fine." Brittany handed over the turkey. "Thank you."

"No prob. I think I'll have PB&J. I also brought apples if you want one. Oh-" Brittany reached back in the basket and pulled out two juice boxes. "Here's a juice box for you."

Santana laughed. "You're so cute." Shaking her head. "Juice boxes."

"What I like juice boxes. Something wrong with that?"

"Nope not at all. It's cute."

They sat there finishing their food and watching the people in the park. It probably wasn't the best day for a picnic. Even thought it was 50 degrees it was also windy and cloudy. Overall a pretty gloomy day. Even with the rather gloomy weather they sat there enjoy the time in the park. Brittany looked over at Santana and saw that she had her hands balled up in the ends of her sweatshirt sleeves and she was shivering. "Hey, are you cold?"

"A little but I'll be fine."

Brittany moved the picnic basket off the blanket and slid over so she was right next to Santana. She pulled the blanket with her wrapping it around the two of them. She cuddled into Santana's side trying to warm her up pulling the blanket tighter around them. "Snug as a bug in a rug."

"This was all part of your plans wasn't it? To bring me out here. Get me cold. And then you could snuggle up next to me to warm me up." She said raising an eyebrow at Brittany.

"Um- maybe. But do you blame me. You're amazing."

"I am not."

"Yes you are. Don't argue with me."

"Ok fine." Santana gave in.

"So did you like this little picnic date?"

"Minus the part where I got cold. It's pretty damn good. You are a far better date planner than I am."

"Well good. I was thinking- what if we take this to the next level?"

Santana pulled away so she could see the blondes face. "What do you mean?"

"We have gone on three dates now and they have all been amazing. And we've spent a lot of time together in the last couple of weeks. So lets make this official. Will you be my girlfriend?"

They sat there looking at each other for what Brittany thought seemed like minutes. She waited for Santana to say something. After she didn't get a response she said "Well?"

"Um- Brittany you don't want to be my girlfriend."

"Yes I do."

"No you don't. I'm not a good girlfriend. I already told you that my longest relationship was only a handful of weeks. It never works out. I always screw it up. I always do something and everybody always leaves. There is no point it will just happen again. I will screw up royally and you will leave. Spare yourself the hassle and just walk away right now." Santana pulled away from Brittany leaving the blonde sitting on the opposite side of the blanket stunned.

"Listen Santana you can't tell me what I want. And you sure as hell can't tell me what to do. I do want to be your girlfriend. I don't know why you're fighting this. I know that you might be scared because in your past things haven't worked out. But guess what I have no plan of going anywhere. I want to be here. I want to be with you." She stood up and moved to where Santana was sitting. She reached down with her hand and took Santana's in hers and pulled the smaller girl to her feet. Now she could look into Santana eyes to say what she was going to say next. "I really really really like you. And I really really really care about you Santana. Don't fight this. Just saying yes. Say you will be my girlfriend."

"I can't Brittany. I can't."

"Why not?"

"I just don't want to hurt you. You're too nice and too sweet of a girl fo-"

"Santana just trust me. Everything will work out just fine." She pulled the brunette into a tight embrace. "I'm not going anywhere. Ok."

"How can you be so sure?"

"I don't know. I just am. So does that mean you will be my girlfriend?"

"Brittany. I-"

Brittany interrupted deciding to change her tactic. "Come on. You can't tell me you can resist this." Brittany kissed Santana.

It was a quick kiss. Santana pulled away. "You are right I can't resist that. You are too adorable. I will be your girlfriend under one condition."

"Ok." She cocked her head to the side and raised an eyebrow at the brunette. "What's that?"

"That you kiss me again." Santana said playfully.

"Done." Brittany said going in for a kiss.

The two of them stood there making out in the park. Eventually Brittany broke the kiss. "You know we should probably go back to my apartment it's getting dark outside."

"Yeah we probably should but that means I would have to stop kissing you. And I don't want to do that just yet." Santana said leaning in for another kiss.

"Santana." The blonde whispered in between kisses. "We really should go. You have to work soon."

"Ugh fine." Santana groaned.

Brittany folded up the blanket and handed it to Santana. She bent over and picked up the picnic basket. "This time you can carry the blanket and I'll take the picnic basket."

"The baskets empty now. Not fair." Santana whined.

"Life's not fair silly." Bumping her hip into Santana's. "Lets go." Holding out her hand for Santana to take. They walked back to Brittany's apartment. Back at the apartment Brittany set the picnic basket on the counter and moved towards the fridge. "Can I get you something to drink?" The blonde asked.

"Just water please." She said placing the blanket on top of the basket. Brittany got a glass of water for the brunette. Spinning around to face Santana with the water in her hand. What she saw was the girl standing there looking down at the floor.

"What's wrong San?"

"I it-" her voice cracked. "I'm sorry Brittany." She said holding back tears.

"What are you sorry for? You didn't do anything wrong." Brittany took a step towards Santana so that she was directly in front of the brunette.

"Before- at the park. All those things I said. I'm sorry."

"Hey look at me." The blonde instructed. Santana didn't look up. Brittany took Santana's hand with her own and gave it a gently squeeze. Santana looked up to meet blue eyes. Her own eyes filled with tears.

"I'm scared. Everyone always leaves. I like you and I don't want you to leave like everyone else." Tears now falling down her cheeks. "I know you like me and I know that you care about me. But that doesn't mean I'm still not scared that you'll leave. What makes it worse is that I don't think I've ever know anyone that cared about me as much as you do already." Brittany pulled her into an embrace as Santana cried into her chest. "I'm- just- scared." Santana sobbed out.

"It's okay. It'll be okay. You'll see. I'm not going anywhere. I promise. Just cry it all out. You'll feel better." Brittany soothed. "It's gonna be alright." How can this girl be so scared and broken? Did no one ever really care about her? And why does everyone always leave her? Brittany stood there in the kitchen holding Santana rubbing her back until she calmed down and stopped crying.

It took me forever to write the second half of this chapter. Not sure why. Let me know what you think. This is a short chapter so if everyone likes it maybe I will post another chapter tomorrow.

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