No, it is not the end. Yes, eventually there will be more drama. I'm sorry the last chapter was kind of a filler, as is this one. My clavicle surgery has made it hard for me to concentrate. I hope you're not all disappointed by the poor quality of writing I'm producing, it's just difficult with everything that's going on.
Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this. I had a hard time reading it, so I hope it makes more sense to you.
There was a faint knock on my office door and Brittany pushed herself off of me. We've been having this mini make out session in my chair for about twenty minutes, so I'm sure that Spencer caught on when Brittany didn't show up in her new office.
"Come in." I said, clearing my throat. I quickly patted down my hair.
The door creaked as Spencer walked in. "Hey Brittany… Santana. Aren't you two lovebirds looking rather dashing this morning." She smirked.
"Can it, Carlin." I mumbled.
"Yeah, heard that. Anyway, Brittany, your new office is ready. Ash said she'd be in here in a minute to help you move. Santana, you have a new contract to look over… so just like stay put." Spencer said rather harshly. She turned on a heel and exited the office.
Brittany frowned. I looked over to her side of the office. Ashley and Spencer must have been in here over the weekend packing up her stuff, leaving anything personal on her desk just in case. There were about 25 boxes stacked high and an open box sitting on her desk next to the pictures of her family.
"I don't want to leave this office." Brittany muttered sadly.
"I don't want you to leave either, Brit…" I sighed, "But you'll be right next door." I tried lightening up her mood.
"But I don't even get to stare at you working, anymore." I chuckled, "That came out… really wrong." She walked back over to the chair I was sitting in. She leant down and kissed my cheek.
A small smile formed on my face as her lips brushed gently against my cheek. She always made me feel warm because as soon as her lips left my skin, I could still feel my cheek heating up.
"Aww, lovebirds!" Ashley exclaimed as she burst loudly through the office door.
"Davies, SHUT UP." I screamed. "Ay dios mio!"
"Jesus, Santana. Don't get your panties in a twist 'cause your girlfriend's leaving the office." Ashley replied. I choked. Brittany wasn't my girlfriend. I mean, we never talked about it.
Brittany looked at Ashley with her eyes wide open. "Uh, Ash… let's just start moving boxes, yeah?"
Ashley just nodded and walked over to Brittany's side of the office, picking up a couple of boxes before turning her head towards me, winking as she exited the office.
Brittany picked up one of the boxes, mouthing 'I'm sorry' as she followed Ashley.
I slouched in my chair and pouted even though I knew it was going to get me nowhere. What did all of this mean? I mean… We apologized, but where did that leave us?
My thoughts were quickly broken by the sound of my phone ringing. I picked up the receiver and held it to my ear.
"Lopez." I stated.
"Santana, I just gave Pinnacle your fax number, they're sending over a new contract. Fax it to me before you fax it back to them so I can read it." Spencer said quickly.
"Will do." I hung up the phone and leaned back in my chair.
The fax machine noise sounded as the dial tone rang. I sighed, waiting for the papers to come out. Thoughts of Brittany clouded my head once again. We hadn't really talked about anything and now, we won't really get that opportunity. Is it weird that I felt sick to my stomach? The thought of Brittany moving out of my office made me sick, sad… just too many emotions. The fax machine beeped loudly and I groaned. I grabbed the stack of papers and set them on my desk.
I looked down at the small font. I hated when companies who wanted me to sign a contract with them sent me such small font. I don't have magnifying glasses for eyes, it's not like I can thoroughly read this shit, easily. I also just can't skim these contracts, Spencer will get mad if I miss any clause stated. Too many things were going on for me to think straight. This was the worst day to give me a contract.
I started reading the fine print when I heard footsteps enter the room. I knew Ashley and Brittany had come back in, but I was too "focused" on my contract to look up. It would only make matters worse if I did. I wouldn't be able to concentrate if I thought any more of Brittany's piercing blue eyes, let alone seeing them.
About 45 minutes had passed. Brittany and Ashley had entered the office, breathing heavily.
"There are three boxes left. Do you want me to just these two and come for the third?" Ashley panted.
"No, I think I'll just get the last box. Can you just give me a minute?" She asked, her voice getting lower. I didn't know if she was gesturing towards me, but I imagined she was because Ashley let out a soft 'okay' before picking up some boxes and exiting. I heard Brittany approach my desk. "You always take your job so seriously."
"Well, when you have a boss like Carlin, you can't half-ass anything." I said, my eyes still staring at the paper. It took me 45 minutes to 100% read a two page contract. I scribbled my name along the line before looking up at Brittany.
"So, what will I expect with a boss like you?" Brittany asked, almost seductively. This girl was going to be the death of me.
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. You would think I'd be comfortable around Brittany, but her voice just sent shivers down my spine sometime. Everything about her was exhilarating, yet scary.
"I've never been a boss to anyone, really…" I admitted. "This is the first time Spencer has put anyone under my full supervision and not hers."
"Well, I think you'll make a great boss." Brittany said. She dropped the box in her hands on my desk and knelt down next to me. "I'm going to miss you, Santana."
I frowned. "I'll miss you, too…" She grabbed my hand, her thumb brushing over my knuckles as we just locked eyes and stared at each other for a few seconds. I didn't want her to let go, but I knew she had work to do.
"I know we haven't talked about this, Santana… especially because I got so mad at you and I overreacted… but I want to…" Her gaze wandered off. "I… Santana, I can't help the way I feel. I feel so pulled to you, you're like a magnet. I feel… serenity whenever I'm with you. I feel at peace. You have this hold on me. It's like a small leash on my wrist, pulling me back to you. I'm scared, Santana. I'm scared of all of these feelings for you. I'm so scared thinking about loving someone enough to trust them with your heart, but knowing they can fuck up your life at any given moment. But you take this huge weight off of my shoulders at the same time." She moved her eyes back to look at mine. "I know we should probably talk more about this… but I want to be with you. I want to be your girlfriend and I want you to be mine… so like… yes or no?"
I was taken aback. No one has ever asked me out by spilling out their heart, and yet all of their fears about their feelings to me. Brittany's eyes started filling with tears when I didn't immediately answer. She felt the exact same way that I did. She felt on top of the world, yet so terrified that the world would drop her. But if I were her world, I would do my best to never let the foundation she's standing on crumble.
"Yes. Of course, Brit." I said, my voice croaking a bit. I cleared my throat, "Yes. Yes a thousand times."
"Really? Yes?" Brittany asked, eyes growing wide, lips pulling into a smile.
"Yes." I replied before wiping away a stray tear on her cheek and kissing it. "But you need to get back to your office. Ashley will come looking for you if you don't."
She nodded, placing one more kiss on my lips. "I'll see you around, bossy girlfriend figure." She joked.
After faxing the contract back to Spencer, I decided I was going to take a sick day. It's not that I was sick, I was pretty happy. But also, I was sad without Brittany in the office. I knew it was going to take some getting used to. She had been here for almost 7 months, sitting in front of me. And I realize she's right next door, but that's not the point. This office has all of our memories. The first time I ever realized I wanted her, even though I knew it was wrong. Then after the whole drunken incident, it was in this office where I PROVED I wanted her.
I grabbed all of my things, after telling Spencer I was going home and headed out of the building. I found my car in the parking garage and pulled my phone out, shooting Brittany a text letting her know I wasn't going to be there.
To Brittany: Left for a sick day. There wasn't much for me to do anyway. Have fun with your Proactiv gig. I'll see you when you're off?
I put my phone back in my purse and turned the engine over. I decided to take a longer route home so I could let everything that has happened sink in.
Tuesday: I drunkenly slept with my intern of 6 months.
Wednesday: I kicked her out of my mind, then realized I liked her, so I let her stay the night.
Thursday: I hired her.
Friday: She left and Quinn came back. All hell breaks loose.
Saturday: Nothing eventful. Except talking to Brittany all day
Sunday: Brittany came back and took me to a bar. We ended up kissing. This was when all of my real feelings sunk in.
Monday: Paint wars. Quinn shows up. All hell breaks loose, again.
Tuesday (Today): We finally have a conversation. Brittany is my girlfriend. Everything is great.
ONE WEEK. One week and my entire life had changed course.
But this had been building since the moment I first saw her. I always had this lingering crush on her in the back of my mind that I buried deep with those feelings that I just hate expressing. I did that because it seemed so wrong… but it was so wrong, it was right. Being with Brittany felt right.
I finally arrived home and checked my messages.
From Brittany: Of course I'll see you when I'm off. Spencer said she's on her way to talk to you, btw. Be careful about what you say, babe. Also… She said I could come home early today. Which is great 'cause I wanna see your cute face. ;)
I chuckled at Brittany's message. It was odd how we had just fallen directly into the "cutesy" couple routine and it's been like… two hours.
From Spencer: coming over. U cant stop me. Lol.
I groaned, shoving my phone back in my purse and grabbing my keys. I slid the house key into the lock and turned it to find my apartment door wasn't locked. I was hoping Spencer was already here because I would have had to give Ashley the burglar talk when she got home… for the 22nd time.
I walked into the living to see Spencer sitting on our couch, legs crossed.
"Ahh, Santana. Please, sit." She said, like one of those weird police officers, trying to make a criminal feel 'at home'. She grabbed a stack of papers and patted a spot on the couch for me.
I anxiously walked over and sat down on the couch, as far away from Spencer as possible.
"Ahem… Santana Rae Lopez, it has come to my attention, as your boss, that you are dating one Brittany Susan Pierce. True or false?" Spencer looked down at the papers and then back up at me.
"True…" She marked off something.
"Now, as you are well aware; I am okay with inter-office relationships."
"Yes, you are. You are dating your secretary so it would be very odd if you had an inter-office relationship rule." I replied.
"Now, I am only going to tell you one thing about this that actually has to do with the company. First off, congratulations. I am so glad that you have found someone who keeps you grounded and makes you smile like the biggest fucking loser on Earth." I went to retort her statement, but she cut me off. "Second, you are one of my best friends… so as a best friend, I am happy for you and want what's best. But you better keep this as professional as you possibly can. No fucking in the office."
I gulped loudly and Spencer smirked. "You got that, Santana? I'm really fucking serious"
"I get it, Spencer. Thank you." I said, nodding nervously. Spencer was sweet… kind of like a Care Bear. But if she wanted, she would rip your head off in an instant.
"Now give me a hug because you deserve one, you fucking idiot." She smiled and held her arms out. I laughed and gave her a light hug. "I'm trusting you, Lopez. Just like I trust you with everything else because you do your job well. Don't let your relationship with your assistant screw up your skills and abilities to work during office hours."
"I assume that's why you kicked her out of our office as soon as you could." I joked.
"Well, after her confession last night, I figured you guys would fuck and make up." Spencer laughed loudly.
"Uh… not exactly THAT, but yeah, we made up." I blushed. I felt awkward talking about this with Spencer.
"Well, I won't keep you any longer. Have a good sick day." Spencer flashed one last smile before getting up. "See you whenever Ash and I get home if you're here. I'll send Brittany home as soon as she's done talking to Proactiv. That way you can be all cutesy and shit with her."
I just nodded as I watched Spencer start to head out of the door. As soon as she was almost out, she stepped backwards and turned towards me.
"Oh, and Santana?" She asked all innocently.
"Yes, Spencer?" I asked, confused.
"You fuck up my company, and I will kill you."
