So apparently Brittany was really tired.
As soon as you got back to her room, she sleepily opened the door and fell straight asleep on her bed. On one hand, you got to a ridiculous amount of paperwork done and creepily watched the girl sleep. But on the other hand, you were so bored and as much as you think you can speak French, you just can't understand a damn word. Television got old quickly so you legitimately spent 3 hours just observing Brittany.
Creeper with a capital C.
It got to one point during your disturbing staring when Brittany rolled over straight onto your leg. You froze immediately but ended up melting into her touch as she hugged your thigh.
It was bloody amazing.
When she woke up you were amazed by her cuteness. She groggily mumbled something into your leg about school before rolling over too quickly, almost loosing her balance and falling off the bed. Luckily you caught her just in time and then got to listen to the most perfect sound ever.
Her laugh.
You had to regretfully leave her to go get ready for the trip to the Eiffel Tower. She put on that pout again and it almost made you stay. Almost. You reluctantly left, but not without a hug that lasted at least 5 minutes. You've also notice awkwardness between Brittany and yourself after whenever you hug. You think she wants to kiss you but you're not sure and you really don't want to rush into it. You just want to take things as they come and see how everything plays out.
It's probably the best position you can be in at the moment and really? You're quite content with hugging her for a while and just generally being close to the woman. You're pretty positive that Brittany is turning you into a crazy person because you would have never done that with anybody else, but whatever. She isn't just 'anybody else' to you.
After you left you ran into Quinn and Rachel at the elevators again. You pulled some bogus story out of your arse about making sure Brittany was okay to come tonight because you knew how much she was looing forward to it.
They thankfully bought it but then you realised that they are none the wiser about yours and Brittany's blossoming romance. Can you even call it that? Whatever, you're going to.
And on a more important note, you really think all of these people are dumb because you definitely haven't been subtle with your leering. You've practically eye-sexed the girl at every chance you've gotten.
It's super creepy.
After the encounter with Quinn and Rachel you headed back to your room to quickly charge your phone, because fuck iPhones and their shitty battery life, and also grab some warmer clothes.
So now, after a very, very interesting afternoon you're standing at the foot of the Eiffel Tower. You've gotten here a bit early with the group that came with you from the hotel so you've decided to wait until after 5:30pm just to make sure everybody goes up together.
Brittany still looks a tad pale but nothing compared to when you first saw her this morning. She's standing with Quinn, Rachel and Luke and they're all laughing at something the Australian said. He is a pretty funny fellow and you're getting kind of jealous at his ability to make Brittany laugh so much. But you reckon that she's laughing at him because he sounds funny and you're okay with that.
Brittany is just such a different person to anybody you've met before. Her thinking behind such trivial things amazes you and you cannot wait to get to know her better and just listen to her speak.
You look at your watch and do a quick headcount. You're waiting on two people and you quickly narrow it down to Sugar and Mohawk. You just can't start with those two. You picked it from the start that they're going to be fucking each other and messing each other's tour experiences up. Well Sugar isn't messing Puck's up as much as he's messing with hers. You really hope they cut it out soon because you don't want to have to be damage control and take things into your own hands. You hate doing that and for just once on a tour you hope people act like adults and fix their own shit.
It might be news to some people, but you have your own shit to deal with most of the time and as much your job title is basically baby sitter, you prefer to not have to deal with stupid, high school drama.
You notice that it's now edging on quarter to 6, so you decide to rally the troops and head inside. You have prepaid tickets so you hand them out and get everybody into line.
You're making subtle glances at Brittany, trying to gauge her reaction at everything. She looks completely overwhelmed and dare you say, looks like she might be sick. You quickly walk over you her and gently touch her arm, bringing her out of her trance.
"You okay? You're not feeling sick are you?" you ask worryingly. She shakes her head at you.
"No, this is all just so crazy. It's amazing and we haven't even gone up yet." You squeeze her arm lightly before moving back to where you were previously standing.
Getting to the second level observation deck and top of the Eiffel Tower is always a harrowing experience. There's almost always a line and you always have a rowdy tour group who are just overly obnoxious. This time around you're pretty lucky on both fronts. Most of your group seems lovely enough and you're just left with Puck and the Australian boys. Even though they seem nice, when they're all together it's pretty much a fraternity party. You hate it. There is also hardly a line so you move through pretty fast.
Your group has to split up in order to get up to the observation deck by the elevators.
You need to make sure you're with Brittany.
"Okay guys, here's how its going to work," you yell slightly to get everybody's attention and tone it down when they all start to listen. "Everybody go at their own speed. We'll start off at the second floor observation deck and you can move onto the top if you really want to! It's up to you. Just make sure that you're all done by 6:45! If you don't meet me outside at that time you're going to have to find your own way to dinner!" You get nods in returns and you hear Puckerman mumble something you're sure was not necessary.
You want to kick him off the tour so bad.
"Enjoy, guys! You're going to have a blast." You conclude in a happy tone to try and drown out your thoughts of throwing Puckerman off the tour in Germany or Greece or even Serbia. Yeah, that'd be a nice place to lose the fucker.
You're taken out of your thoughts by a hand on your lower back. You're startled at first but you soon realise its Brittany.
"You look like you're thinking really hard, San. You're face was all bunched up," she says concerned. You chuckle slightly and shake your head.
"I was just plotting somebody's downfall, no biggie." She takes it as a joke and seems to get your point when you look at Puckerman after you said it. She laughs even louder and you feel overwhelmed with happiness. She really needs to stop it.
You eventually jump in the elevator and patiently wait for the ascent. Brittany is standing behind you and you soon feel warmth in your hand. Luckily she's standing closest to the wall and nobody can see your joined hands unless they were purposely looking for it.
And that'd be creepy. Although, you do know a few things about creepiness and sometimes people just can't help it if they stare. At least, that's what you tell yourself when you catch yourself leering at Brittany for too long. You simply can't help it.
It's starting to get on your nerves but at the same time you're looking at something absolutely mesmerizing so it shouldn't make you feel frustrated. You think you're just annoyed at the situation because you can't do much about it.
You feel Brittany's hand tighten slightly in yours and you can sense her shaking with excitement next to you.
"Calm down, Brittany," you whisper, "It's not going anywhere."
"I'm sorry! I'm just so excited!" she kind of yells it and everybody in the elevator chuckles softly at her. She seems semi-embarrassed by the situation and her face turns a dull shade of pink. So adorable.
You finally make it to the second floor observation and Brittany tugs on your hand before letting it go and practically runs out of the doors. You're still standing there in shock but your feet finally decide to move and you're met with the most perfect view.
As much as you come here, you'd thought early on that you'd get sick of the view. You really haven't. It's such a perfect aerial shot of a beautiful city. You think that twilight is the best time to come up here because you see the end of the sunset and some lights that are just starting to come on throughout the city.
It's impeccable.
You want to make it more perfect so you scan the crowd and try and find Brittany's whereabouts. She seems to have vanished and you hope that she hasn't already gone to the top observation deck without you. You purse your lips at the idea because you were really hoping to spend time with her.
After all, she was pretty set on spending it with you. You remember her saying she wants to kiss somebody on the Eiffel Tower and you semi start to freak out because as much as you really want to kiss her, you think that doing it near the vicinity of your tour group could be hazardous, especially so early on in the trip.
You shrug away the thought and turn to your left, eyes searching for the blonde haired angel. Your search is quickly ended when you feel arms wrap around you from behind and a familiar scent overtake your senses.
Yeah, you're in heaven.
"San, this is so amazing." Giggles radiate through your head as she leans in close to your ear. You sigh gently and pry her arms away from your mid section, turning around to finally she her again. Her face is that of pure joy and you're wondering how she'll go when she sees other famous monuments on the trip. If they're anything like her currently reaction, you're going to have a fantastic month.
"It's even more amazing with you here, Britt." You know you're being all sappy and romantic and shit but you can't help it. Brittany's smile lights up the entire room even more (if it were possible) and she quickly turns her head and looks around, trying to spot anybody from the tour group. You think that they've all migrated to the top level and you really couldn't care less because you can get the same view, if not better from where you're currently standing.
And with Brittany in front of you? Definitely the best view.
Brittany seems happy enough with the lack of people you know on the observation deck, and swiftly takes your hand, pulling you closer to the edge.
You both stand in silence for a long moment before you move behind Brittany and wrap your arms around her waist.
"This is more perfect than I could've ever imagine," you say softly. You really don't know where all the sweet talk is coming from but you feel as though you're going to get multiple cavities if you continue it. Brittany leans back into your touch and gentle hums in response.
All you want to do is nuzzle into her neck, close your eyes and just be immersed in the girl, but it's a very public space and you know it's really not appropriate.
All of a sudden, Brittany jumps out of your arms and turns to face you with a devilish smirk plastered across her face.
"Yes?" You smirk back just as much at her reaction.
"We should take a photo!" She's back to yelling in excitement and you can't help but laugh at her.
"Okay, selfie? You seem pretty good at them," you playfully nudge her and she just giggles back and reaches to grab her phone. She quickly wraps her arms around your neck and pulls you in super close.
The first photo is pretty standard, with both of you smiling at the camera.
The second gets a bit more personal as Brittany tightens her hold on you and rests her head on yours.
The third is even better as Brittany moves behind you and wraps you into a tight embrace. It's probably your favourite so far.
The fourth is the best. It easily overtook number three and is now a clear winning in the favourite department. You really weren't expecting it so when Brittany gently pressed her lips to your cheek your expression is one of shock and adoration. It's perfect. Your eyes a slightly downcast and you're in the process of turning back in towards her. You face is slightly blushed and you know you're going to blame it on the temperature if anybody asks about the photo. Well, you probably won't but whatever.
You turn back towards Brittany after the last photo.
"What was that for?"
"Well you said to take things as they come, and I really want to do it… so I did it?" she says, more as a question. "It was okay, right?" she continues unsurely.
"Of course, B. It was more than okay." She move into you closer, so that your feet are slightly touching and brings her hand up to your cheek, gently pushing some stray hairs behind your ear. You feel yourself turn into her touch and you know that if she doesn't stop soon you're going to kiss the shit out of her.
"I'm glad it was okay, but I hope that this next one is going to be perfect."
Your breath hitches at her words and you see her eyes close slowly as she moves into you a bit more. Your heart is beating so damn fast that if you hold your breath again you're probably going to end up on the floor from over exhaustion. You feel like you're in the middle of a marathon and as Brittany's face leans down closer to yours, you feel like you're finally about to reach the finish line. You close your eyes and lean in closer, meeting her half way.
Just as you're about to cross the line running, a loud squeal pierces your eardrums. You jump back immediately, almost falling over your own feet in the process. You turn around, trying to find the noise of the bastard that fucked up your perfect moment and you're met with an ecstatic looking Rachel and Kurt, barreling towards yourself and Brittany.
You let out a groan of disapproval and Brittany just rubs your back calmly, silently letting you know she hates it too.
You pout.
Fuck Rachel and Kurt. You hate them
"Oh my god, BRITTANY!" Rachel screams her name so loudly you think that it just set off an earthquake in California. Fuck that was loud.
People are now looking your way and you awkwardly smile and wait for Rachel to continue her kiss-blocking story.
"You'll never guess what happened!" She's still yelling. And you still want to throw her off this tower.
Oops, morbid thoughts again! You're seriously considering getting a payment jar on those.
"What?" Brittany try's to sound enthused but you can tell she's just as pissed off as you. In her own Brittany way of course.
"Finn just asked me to dinner! A date! He asked me out on the top of the Eiffel Tower!" She's screeching so loudly now and you want to punch her in the face. She turns to Kurt and they join hands and start jumping up and down like maniacs.
You're ready to push both of them.
"Wow! That's so cool! And so romantic!" you hear the annoyance in Brittany's voice and know it's because she was just about to have her own romantic moment on the Eiffel Tower.
You're standing there silently, trying not to harm both of them but also hating so hard on the Tour Gods right now. They've definitely got it out for you and you think it's because of that one time in Spain where you lead the tour group of the time into a small time drug operation.
You honestly got given the wrong address.
"I know, Brittany! Could you think of anything better to happen here? So amazing!" she's still squawking that she doesn't catch Brittany's, "yeah I can."
You look at her and she looks really sad. All you want to do is hold her and kiss it better but with the bloody yapping dog standing in front of you it's hard to do that.
You sigh and drop your head, catching the time as you do.
Shit, it's time to go.
"Rachel! Kurt! It's time to head downstairs, get yourselves in that elevator!" They literally skip over to the line in front of the elevators. Brittany starts to walk as well but you quickly catch her arm.
"I'm sorry, B," you say sadly. "I really wanted to make your wish come true." Her lips curve up in the corners and she walks back slowly towards you.
"San, you've already made my wishes come true." And with that she walks away from you slowly while you're still reeling at what she just said.
Dinner was a pretty tame affair and was over quite quickly.
You're on the way back to the hotel with only a handful of the group because people decided to go out. Again. You hope they're okay in the morning because there's a coach ride involved and you don't want it smelling like vomit.
Brittany's walking next to you and is continually catching your fingers and playing with them as they swing between the two of you. Rachel and Kurt are still yapping about Finn's date proposal and they're now moving onto the topic of what to wear. Finn has no idea what he's getting himself into. Poor guy.
Blaine is standing next to Kurt, listening quietly at their antics. Sugar and Puck finally made it to dinner and are now canoodling at the front of the group. You don't want to be near their room tonight.
You final make it back to the hotel. You stop Brittany at the main entrance and wait for everybody else to get elevators up to their floors before you catch one.
"What are you planning, Lopez?"
"Oh, you'll see." You smirk and meet her eyes. She looks intrigued.
You pull Brittany into the lift and press her floor number. She seems pretty skeptical yet excited about what's happening and tightens her grip on your hand. You're smiling like an idiot because electric jolts and shocks are taking over your entire body.
You elevator dings and you walk slowly out and down the hall until you hit Brittany's room number. She raises her eyebrows quizzically before going to grab her room key. You grab her wrist and stop her, before moving in closer.
"I'm still sorry about before, Britt. I know how much you wanted to do that." You're so close to her now that you know she can feel your hot breath hitting her lips. Your eyes are locked to one another's and you know that if you move even the tiniest bit forward you're going to be kissing her gently.
"S'okay," she mumbles in return. Your eyes dart quickly down to her lips before returning back to her pools of blue. You freeze up for a second as you just watch her eyes glisten over. You step forward slightly and start to rub your fingers down her lower back. You feel her breath hitch and you know it's now or never.
You feel yourself just about to past the finish line and win the race as you lean your head forward. She meets you halfway and it's then you feel her lips on yours.
She moans into the kiss at first and then starts to gently move her lips with yours. You surprise yourself at your ability to keep kissing her because your heart definitely stopped 3 seconds ago. You feel the electric shocks of before grow as she tilts her head and deepens the kiss. You're moving your hands up to her neck and gently start to suck on her bottom lip.
Yeah, you've definitely just won.
A/N: Tricked you all about not updating!
Okay not really - Finished work and I don't know if it was the inhalation of coffee fumes all night, but I couldn't sleep and decided to pump out this chapter and not leave you all waiting! Hope you liked it. There's probably some mistakes but it's late and I'm tired!
ALSO, such a rookie at life and spelt Eiffel Tower wrong numerous times in the previous chapter. Spaz alert!