IX

The next day, you woke up earlier than you liked on a Sunday but the adrenaline from last night when Brittany's alien sister came to visit was still running in your veins. While they talked you took the time to think of the past week; how you had changed ever since the blonde came into your life. After making sure Brittany was still asleep you decided to go to the nearest grocery store since your fridge was nearly empty and filled the cart to the brim with every food you laid your eyes on.

You prepared breakfast that was enough for a family of ten. You didn't know what kind of breakfast Brittany would like since she started going out, dating different people every night so she woke up pretty late the following day, so you made a bit of everything, despite the slight headache from last night's drinking at the club. Her sudden change of mood after seeing Sam was still a giant question mark in your head and you made a mental note to ask her about it soon.

About half an hour later the blonde beauty walked in the kitchen, yawning as you sipped the steaming black coffee in your mug―it was your favourite hangover remedy. Your eyes glued to her exposed stomach as she stretched her arms above her head, rising the too-small tank top a few inches upwards. Having a crush on the alien girl was unexpected but you let the fee… feel… feelings aside because you knew it was a lost cause. Once she found her soulmate she would be out of your life. She poured herself a cup and added some milk, before taking a seat right in front of you at the table.

The rest of breakfast, or should you say lunch, was filled with silence, except for the sounds of cutlery occasionally hitting the china. You had a lot to ask about last night but seeing Brittany's face frowning every now and then was enough to express her already crowded thoughts. The whole 'dad put a spell on her' thing was clearly fucked up and you couldn't imagine how she was feeling right now, knowing she had a selfish, wicked parent while the other one was equally selfish, agreeing to whatever her husband had to say without thinking much. Everything that happened to her life sounded like it came out of a horribly written, trashy soap opera on TV.

You let her use the computer to contact with future dates since she didn't have a cell phone so seeing her walk out of the mini library slash office was not uncommon. It had become her daily routine to spend about an hour every day to reply to the messages whether she agreed to meet other potential dates but since she was seeing Sam, she had stopped approving other requests.

"I was chatting with Sam just now. He asked if I wanted to go out this evening." She said, sitting next to you on the couch. That explained why she used the computer.

"Oh, okay. Are you going?" You asked, turning the TV volume down.

The last couple of hours was pure torture for Brittany but she didn't say it out loud. She liked Sam; he was sweet to her but there was no chemistry between them. The impulse making her think she wanted to see him again wasn't there but compared to other dates she had gone to in the past week, he was the most tolerable one. The only reason she agreed to meet him today was to deliver what she failed to say last night at the club.

"Yeah, I am." was her only answer.

"Cool," you said impassively. You wished for a conversation, but not an awkward one and this topic was the last thing you wanted to talk about.


It was almost nine and Brittany was still out doing God knows what with that guy. They could be hanging out at his apartment at the moment while he tried to hide his boner seeing the blonde in that dress. You bought her that dress. Or he could confidently show off his size and lure her to sleep with him. Why the hell were you imagining them having sex?!

Groaning in frustration, you decided to call a friend, hoping for a distraction from thinking about a particular blue eyed blonde. "Up for a drink?"

"It's Sunday night." The voice on the other end replied.

"See you at Dalton's in 15." You said and ended the call, before throwing the device on your bed to look for something to wear.

The walk to the bar was short since it was only a couple of blocks away and the jacket did very little to warm your body in the chilly night. There weren't much patrons inside since it was a work night, only a few lonely men looking for a quiet time with their best friend that came in a form of beer and heartbroken ladies downing their third glass of vodka, just like you were planning to have. You made a beeline towards the counter where Puck was waiting, the beer in his palm was almost finished.

He noticed your arrival and ordered another beer as you made yourself comfortable on the stool. You rolled your eyes at his choice of drink but accepted it anyway as you shrugged off your jacket and draped it over the back of the chair. "I was hoping to have a drink of something stronger."

"We both got work tomorrow, let's not have anything too heavy." Puck reprimanded kindly, which was against his nature that liked to get drunk. His weary expression was hard to not notice, especially with the prominent bags under his bloodshot eyes.

Unlike you, he had a struggling job as a mechanic at a local tyre shop while you frequently take breaks from work just to annoy your asshole father and still get bigger pay checks a month than he did. Sometimes you were ashamed of yourself because of that.

"Thanks for meeting me on a short notice." You finally said, avoiding his gaze.

"Anything for my lesbro," He smiled and finished his beer, before turning his attention to you. "So, what's wrong?"

"Why do you think there's something wrong? Can't I have drinks with a friend?" Anxiety was evident in your voice and he caught it immediately.

"No one clever enough ever goes to a bar on a Sunday night unless they have problems. And you could have come here alone but you asked for my company, which is a universal sign for 'I need someone to talk to'."

"Fuck, I'm never good at this." You breathed, internally thanking him for being so patient with you. "But yes, I do have something that I want to talk about."

"I'm all ears."

"You know what happened to my parents, right?" When he nodded, you continued. "I kind of promised myself to not get attached with anyone so I wouldn't end up like them. It's silly―It has been years and I still live by that promise."

You paused, feeling a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. You rarely opened up about yourself but to Quinn, and just a couple of days ago you told Brittany about your dad. Now, with Puck was added to the list of people you trusted, you felt relieved for letting it all out.

"The past week had been… different, for the lack of better word. I never thought I would be able to feel―"

"How to love again?" He took the words right out of your mouth and smirked knowingly. You didn't know how he knew, but you were grateful nonetheless because talking about feelings wasn't your forte. If it was a subject in high school, you would instantly fail without even trying.

The double doors of the bar was opened and a head of blonde hair walked inside, straight towards the other end of the counter. You didn't bother to look around but at the half empty beer in your hands until a strong, gag inducing cologne passing behind you, invaded your nose. Glancing sideways, you saw a familiar face belonged to the one and only Sam with a woman on his lap, laughing at some joke he told her. That woman wasn't Brittany.

Furious, you jumped off the stool leaving Puck confused and watched you walked away. You neared the oblivious blonde, as if on cue the woman got off his lap to go to the bathroom and the next thing you realized your hands were grasping the collar area of his shirt. His mouth looked even bigger up close, compared to his profile picture on the online dating site which you thought was photoshopped to make him appear desirable but ew, not at all.

His eyes bulged, cowering at your sudden attack. "Why aren't you with Brittany? Where is she?!"

You asked the right question, even with the dreading, inevitable feeling towards a certain someone. You wanted to know why he was here without the woman he was supposed to be on a date with. At least, like you told yourself on the night she emerged in your apartment naked―the sight you wouldn't forget―you would allow yourself see someone else get their happy ending.

"I dropped her home a minute ago, who are you?!" He stammered, looking actually terrified like he was about to wet his pants any second.

Puck rushed to your side, attempting to remove your hands off Sam with little effort. "Santana, calm down."

"Is this what you do? Cheating on her behind her back?" You spat angrily, alarmed of his hidden intentions. You weren't even sure if they're official yet to call it 'cheating'.

"No―"

"Do you like Brittany?" The question just came out of your mouth before you could think about it, cutting his sentence short.

"Yes I do but―"

"Lady, please take this fight outside, you're scaring my customers." The manager of the bar appeared out of nowhere, and just then you realized the growing numbers of eyes staring at the commotion, some even recorded the scene with their camera phone.

You ignored the old man, focusing on the shaking human fish in your hold. "What do you see in her?"

"I see… an angel. She's one of the most beautiful women I have ever met in my life, I swear. But there's―"

"What about her eyes?!" Again, these spontaneous words made themselves known, not giving Sam the chance to finish his sentence.

"Why are you asking me these questions?!" He nearly yelled and turned to face Puck, who still stood beside you, his arms were folded on his chest watching the scene unfold. "Dude, help me out!"

"Answer me!" You jerked the material of his shirt, almost ripping it if you pulled it with a little more force.

Puck gulped, thinking it was enough already. "San―"

"They're like normal eyes! I don't know what you want me to say."

"So you― you don't see the bright ring?"

"What are you talking about?" To say he was baffled was an understatement, he looked at you as if you were an escaped lunatic from a heavily guarded correctional facility.

You loosened your hold on his shirt and eventually your arms dropped to your sides. Without further explanation, you snatched your jacket from the chair and ran out of the bar, leaving Sam who just slid down to the floor. Puck, on the other hand, watched your retreating figure disappeared behind the front door and chuckled to himself before walking back towards his previous spot at the counter and ordered another beer.

One more drink wouldn't hurt.


Minutes later you were back to the safety of your apartment building, the night had gone slightly off track than what you had planned beforehand. There was a shadow of doubt following your every move, feeding off your negative thoughts of how this 'friendship' with Brittany would end. You were well aware of the developing feelings towards the blonde but honestly you didn't know how to deal with it.

She came here with a purpose which was to find her soulmate and you were living a life where that shit didn't exist. You believed it didn't. And there was no way you could be the one she was looking for. You almost laughed out loud at the idea of Brittany's soulmate―out of a gazillion humans and other living creatures roaming in the universe that you didn't know existed―could be you.

As you stepped out of the elevator, you took notice of the other person's presence and remembered Sam said about dropping her home during your encounter with him earlier.

"Britt?"

She looked up to the source of your voice and let out a content sigh, before blushing as she looked down at her feet. "I forgot to bring my key…"

"I can see that," You said and neared the door with a key in hand, before starting a poor attempt at small talk. "How was uhm, your date?"

"It went well, better than what I expected."

Your brows furrowed, thinking what she could mean by that. As soon as the door was unlocked, you pushed it open and went inside to turn the lights on as Brittany followed closely behind. You had been restless the whole day and you didn't want to repeat the same thing for more days to come while the blonde alien was still here. Since she was staying (with you) on Earth temporarily, the least you could do was to make her visit worthwhile.

"There's something I need to―"

"I want to say something―"

You and her spoke at the same time, making the mixed sentences sounded incoherent. You wanted to tell her about your encounter with Sam, being extra touchy feely with another woman when he was obviously dating Brittany and didn't seem guilty about it. It might upset her but she deserved to know the truth about the man she was dating who could possibly be her soulmate. You internally cringed at that thought.

"You go first―"

"After you―"

You didn't sure who said which, but feeling your own cheeks heat up, you immediately said, "Let's start with you."

"Okay…" She let out a nervous laugh before walking forward, closer to you. The ring around her dilated pupils was like a norm now since it wasn't the first time you saw it. The proximity was making your heartbeat pick up until her warmth breath hit your skin, your beating heart stopped. "Actually, this would be easier than to say it out loud."

Then you felt her lips on yours.

A/N: One more chapter to go. Any ideas / requests for a new story?

All mistakes are mine, English is not my native language.