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Chapter 10
I wouldn't want you to be my girlfriend or whatever.
You keep drying wine glasses with a gray towel while your gaze is stuck on something far away; your thoughts making your head spin. You got the instruction from Will to take care of the wine glasses since there's nothing else to do in the restaurant at the moment.
So you're standing behind the bar and you're taking care of the wine glasses.
And everything you can think about is those words. I wouldn't want you to be my girlfriend or whatever. You don't really want to admit it but something in your chest didn't like the sound of those words. It's been a couple of days and you've been thinking about it constantly. You understand that Santana has some problems with relationships, and that she doesn't want to date people, but can't she just… make an exception for you? Maybe she's scared because her other relationships have gone bad. But that doesn't mean you and her will become a bad thing. Because you know she feels something for you. You know because of the way she sometimes looks at you, or smiles at you. There's something there and it's not only you. She feels something. Maybe she's scared that you'd hurt her. You'll never hurt her; you'd be the best girlfriend ever. You'd take her to the movies and you'd buy her flowers. During winter you'd go ice skating together and then you would drink hot chocolate together and during summer you would eat ice cream and you'd go to the beach and you would sit in the sand, watching the sunset while holding hands. And… can't she justmake an exception for you?
You watch the door open and close and you see April stumble through it. She seems to be working every day but never really does anything to help. She's more in the way, making your work more difficult. But somehow, you like her. You don't know if it's because of her witty jokes or because she just reminds you of your crazy aunt from back home and you miss home. You love it in LA but home is always better than anyplace else. You miss that safe feeling of knowing you could always go hug your mom if you're sad, or if a girl that you have a tiny crush on, refuses to acknowledge her feelings for you.
You sigh, and you place a wine glass on the bar for when April sits down on one of the stools. You pour her some white wine before she even asks you to. Tina told you last time that if April doesn't get her portion of wine in the morning, she'll be a pain in the ass for the rest of the day. So you give her the wine and in return you get a sloppy kiss to your cheek.
"Hi Brett," she acknowledges you and you only smile in return. You've stopped correcting her when she's calling you Brett. She called you that multiple times yesterday too and you don't know if she calls you that because she thinks that's your name or because she's teasing you.
You decide to believe that she actually thinks that's your name. And if you would to correct her, you have a feeling she won't remember it anyway. Not after she's had that glass of wine at least.
"How's your boyfriend?" April asks as she takes a sip from her glass and you furrow your eyebrows. You've never told her you have a boyfriend. And you definitely don't have a boyfriend. This only proves how big of a mess she is. April gulps down the rest of her wine and licks her lips.
"I don't have a boyfriend," you say and she furrows her eyebrows.
"Why not?"
You shrug and take her wine glass and wash it under the tap. Then you dry it with the towel and place it on the counter beside you. "I'm gay," you say.
April nods her head slowly and then she shrugs indifferently. "So am I," she says, and then she leaves the stool and stumbles through the door to the back room.
And then you stand there, alone, and stare after her retreating form while the door swings closed. And then you shrug and continue on with taking care of the glasses, thinking about those words again.
XxXx
A few hours later, Tina walks through the door. You're still behind the bar but this time you're organizing bottles and putting them in color order. When Will told you that you could do whatever, because he can't think of anything you have to do at the moment, you thought organizing the bottles in color order is the best mission for you. And when the door swings open, for the first time in a long while, you sigh with relief. And a smile stretches across your face when you see Tina. But there's someone behind her and they're talking and laughing together. You peer over Tina's shoulder and see that the girl behind her is swinging a bag over her arm, and when they're close enough, Tina gives you a hug over the counter.
"This is our new employee," Tina says and points her finger at you, "her name's Brittany."
You smile broadly at the girl beside Tina and she raises her hand in a quick greeting. "And this," Tina continues, pointing to the girl this time, "is Mercedes."
It turns out that Mercedes is the coolest person ever.
The first thing Mercedes says to you is "Yo girl" and you instantly like her.
The three of you spend the rest of your work shift cleaning up the restaurant and when the guests start coming through the door, Mercedes and Tina guide you through everything and teaches you how to be an excellent waitress.
When you get time between serving customers, Mercedes tells you wicked stories about April and her drunken moments and she also tells you about that one time when she walked in on Will and his ex-wife in the storage room and you're laughing so hard that you're almost falling off the bar stool.
"You would have been so disgusted if you had seen them!" Mercedes laughs and you bet 10 dollars that you indeed would've been.
"I can't believe you survived that sight," you tell Mercedes and she only snorts.
"I barely did," she says and you burst out laughing again.
When Will hears you laughing together, he sets you up on a task of folding napkins in the back room.
But then you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket and you pull it out to read the text. You see that it's from Olivia so you open the text, sneakily, so Will won't see you using your phone while working. You wouldn't want to be fired yet.
I pick you up at 7 tonight, dress casual ;-)
You smile and tuck your phone back into your pocket again before following Tina and Mercedes into the back room to fold napkins.
XxXx
Your shift ends at 3 pm. You bid farewell to Mercedes and Tina and they tell you to have an awesome date. You decided to tell them you had a date tonight with a girl and they sat for hours, planning what you should wear and do. Olivia hasn't told you where you're going yet but Mercedes had some crazy ideas that maybe Olivia will take you to a skyscraper and at the end of the night she would have put a ring inside your fortune cookie and then she would propose while an airplane's flying by, with a white long sign that says: 'Marry Me Baby'.
But you quickly dismissed that idea and then told Mercedes that you've only known Olivia for, like, one day. But Mercedes didn't see the problem in that. So she said you should skip the 'casual look' and go straight for the fancy expensive dress. And neither did you tell her that it's actually her cousin you're more interested in. So Mercedes waved you off and let you walk home, your head still filled with a lot of thoughts.
XxXx
"Do you have any of those chocolate bars left?"
"Come in."
Santana rushes through the door and runs straight for your kitchen. You just chuckle while closing the front door. You told her before that she would end up eating 50 % of the sweets you bought, and you were right. You just finished with applying make-up to your face, since it's only one and a half hour until Olivia is supposed be here to pick you up. However, the hardest part is still unsolved; what clothes to wear.
When you get into the kitchen, Santana is standing on her toes, looking through your cupboards. She's looking casual in jeans and a college hoodie and your eyes travel from her face, down her chest, to the back of her jeans and you can't understand how someone's ass can look this good. She definitely has a nice butt. But you already knew that, you've even had your hands all over that.
"Britt," Santana says, almost whining. You shake away your thoughts and shuffle your feet towards her and her eyes are still roaming the shelves. "Can't find'em," she says in an almost whisper and you have to giggle at her desperation.
"Why are you so desperate for chocolate anyway?" you ask her without helping her find them. "Feeling lonely?" She whips her head towards you and purses her lips, searching your face with her eyes. "I have ice cream too, if you want. You can eat with a spoon directly from the jar."
The corner of Santana's lips quirk upwards and she rolls her eyes. "Shut up."
You giggle and watch as Santana continues to search your kitchen, to no avail. So you decide to finally help her. "They're not in the kitchen, actually," you say and that immediately gets Santana's attention.
"Then where are they?" The wild look in Santana's eyes makes your stomach do weird flips and your lips form a crooked smile.
"In my bedroom," you say. At the word 'bedroom', Santana looks down to your lips hastily before meeting your gaze again.
"Mind if I go in there?" she asks while once again flicking her gaze to your lips.
"Not at all," you say.
"Good."
"Mhm." You quirk an eyebrow at Santana, who's still standing in front of you in your kitchen, making no attempt to leave. It suddenly feels like your standing closer to each other, or it's just her intense gaze making it seem like you're closer. She keeps leering at your lips and it makes them tingle, and Santana doesn't even need to do anything to make them tingle. "You're not going?" you ask because you thought she would go to your bedroom to search for the chocolate. But then Santana bobs her head up and down and takes a shaky step past you, grazing your shoulder on her way out, and you bite your lip trying not to smile too big.
She emerges from your bedroom 20 seconds later with five chocolate bars stacked in her arms. You lean you hip against the counter and watch how she puts them down on the counter top opposite yours. She then picks up one of them and takes the wrapper off before taking a huge bite, making chocolate get stuck on her lips. You try to stifle your giggles while watching her eat.
She's kind of adorable.
It looks like she hasn't eaten in, like, six years. So you let her devour your chocolate, in hopes that her hunger diminishes soon.
When she's eaten three of your bars, she meets your gaze and then stops chewing in the middle of a big bite. "What," she says with her mouth full of chocolate. You raise your eyebrows, as if to ask 'what' back.
And then you realize that you've been staring at her since she started eating and she asks you what you're staring at.
"You're staring," she states then, making you blush slightly.
"Yeah," you answer. If she's going to eat all your chocolate, you might as well look at her while she does it. Watching her eat chocolate is as good as actually eating the chocolate, if not even better.
"Okay," she says and the corners of your lips turn upwards.
Suddenly there's a beep coming from your pocket, and you fish your phone out.
Can't wait for tonight!
"Who is it?" Santana asks and when you look up at her, she has a curious look on her face.
"Olivia," you state. You watch as the furrow between Santana's eyebrows increases and the tiny smile she had before, is now gone.
"What's she saying?" She asks while licking chocolate off her fingers.
For a couple of seconds, you get a little distracted by the way her tongue pokes out to lick at her fingers. But then you shake your head, making those thoughts go away.
"She's saying that she's looking forward to tonight," you respond and Santana widens her eyes, placing her hands on either side of her hips on the counter and looks straight at you.
"Tonight?" she asks; her voice small and questioning.
"Yeah, we're going on that date."
You watch as Santana's frown turns deeper.
"Really?"
"Yes… I told you we would go on a date," you say. And you kind of hope that she will say something like, she doesn't want you to go on this date. But oh, that's wistful thinking.
Santana doesn't say anything and when your phone beeps again, you tear your eyes away from Santana to look down at your phone.
I have a surprise for you…
You gulp. And you hope it's not that big of a surprise. You feel pretty bad for going on this date with Olivia. You don't want her to get the wrong idea. The idea that you might like her. Though, you're pretty sure you've already given her the wrong idea, by accepting this date.
"What did she say this time?" Santana snarls. She's wearing a permanent scowl and you read out loud what Olivia just wrote.
Santana rolls her eyes. You raise your eyebrows at her and then she sighs.
"God, she's so annoying," Santana mumbles.
"What did she do?" you ask, because you don't see a reason for calling her annoying.
Santana raises her eyebrows at you. She keeps opening and closing her mouth and you watch as she tries to formulate a sentence.
"Didn't you hear?" she says and you give her a confused look. "Surprise? That's so lame. Like, she's probably going to rent the whole Madison Square Garden for you two or some romantic crap, like that."
You quirk your eyebrow and purse your lips. Rent out the whole Madison Square Garden? She would do that? Suddenly your throat gets really dry and you really regret telling her yes to this date. But renting Madison Square Garden requires a lot of money and Olivia wouldn't spend that much money on one date, right?
"Okay, maybe not Madison Square Garden. But she's probably gonna do some crazy shit and try to be all romantic. But she's not romantic. She's weird. And ugly."
You want to laugh at her, but instead you say: "Santana."
"Olivia always tries to do these weird things for girls and it's just totally weird and she's so awkward and she's always embarrassing herself."
"Santana," you say a little louder.
"And she's not even romantic. I don't even know why you said yes to this date, cuz she's so weird."
You decide that words won't shut her up, so you walk closer to her.
When you're two inches away from her face, she stops rambling on about how Olivia has no game or no charm. And she looks onto your face and you place your hands on her hips, making her gaze find yours.
"Do you want me to cancel this date, for you?" You ask in a low whisper. "Because to me, you seem really jealous right now."
And Santana visibly gulps and you smirk at her. She slowly shakes her head and your smirk fades.
"No, you should go," Santana says in a small voice and then looks away from your face. "You should back off though," she says and you feel your throat tightens at her words. "You're too close," Santana suddenly pants and then you realize why she wants you to move away. Not because she wants you at a distant, but because you make her pant, when you're too close.
So you pull your hands away from her hips and you take a step back. You clear your throat and straighten your hair out a bit.
"So, since we're friends, and friends do this all the time, can you help me pick out clothes for my date tonight?" You believe that that's what friends do. You always help Quinn when she's about to go on a date and vice versa. It's only normal that you ask Santana to do the same for you.
But the surprised look on her face makes you think that maybe Santana never helps her friends with these types of things. Or maybe you just caught her off guard because she wasn't prepared for your question. "Uh, sure," she answers offhandedly and you turn to walk into your bedroom. A few moments later, you hear her stumble away from the kitchen to follow you into your room.
You already have a few clothes-candidates for tonight but you're not sure what outfit to wear. You don't want to be too fancy or too underdressed. Olivia told you to dress casual but that could mean a lot of things. Either she means that you should wear jeans and a fancy top, which could be casual. Or, she wants you to wear a dress that's not too classy or expensive. But you don't really know and since Santana knows Olivia better than you do, she might be able to help.
Santana sits down on your bed and shuffles all the way back so she's resting her back against the headboard. She tucks a pillow behind her head and crosses her feet in front of her. You can't help but smile at how comfortable she makes herself on your bed and your smile only grows wider when you think about her spending more time in your bed with you. Waking up beside Santana after a long and wild night, would probably be the most amazing feeling in the entire world.
"What?" You whip your head towards her head and she's looking at you quizzically while holding onto your stuffed duck. And your heart clenches. Santana and Mr. Duck look really good together.
"Nothing," you shrug and she raises her eyebrow with an amused smile. "You're just cute, I guess," you say and her smile slowly turns into a scowl but you can still see the obvious smile in her eyes. And the light blush to her cheeks makes it even more visible that she actually enjoyed your compliment.
You decide to turn around and walk into your closet, taking out your outfits. You lay them down on your bed and you scrutinize them slowly. You really have no idea which outfit is more appropriate to wear.
After a couple seconds of silence, Santana shuffles slightly on the bed. "Maybe you should put them on, so I can see better what would fit…" she trails off towards the end of her sentence and she shrugs a shoulder, refusing to meet your gaze. Instead she's looking down at the clothes on your bed while slightly furrowing her eyebrows.
You sigh and contemplate her words for a while. But then you decide that she's right. You start with the 'jeans and fancy top' – outfit.
You stand right in front of Santana, at the end of your bed, when you slowly take the edge of your shirt into your hands, lifting it upwards.
"Brittany!" she suddenly squeals but you don't stop lifting your shirt up.
You only smirk because you know exactly what you're doing to her right now.
When the shirt is off your body, you throw it on the bed and you're left in only your pink bra and jeans.
"Hmfh." You look up at Santana's face and she's opening and closing her mouth. Her eyes are flicking between your boobs and your abs and her hands her clutching the comforter on your bed.
You decide to not put the top on just yet because her eyes are warming your body up, and making your skin tingle.
"Can I touch your abs?"
Her voice is raspy and you feel an instant pleasure curse through your body. When you look into her eyes again, they're almost pleading you. Her fingers are twitching by her sides and you bite your lip to prevent a weird sound leaving your throat.
"I don't think friends normally do that, San," you say in a small voice and her lips form a frown.
"Yeah, you're right," she responds and you smirk at the effect you're having on her. She doesn't take her eyes off your body. When you realize you've been standing in front of her without a shirt on for way too long, you pick up the top and you put it on, slowly.
You don't look at Santana when you turn around to walk into your closet. You figure that it's better if you put your jeans on in there, instead of right in front of her. That may be too much.
So you close the closet door behind you and shuffle into your jeans. The mirror on the wall reflects your body and you smile at your reflection. This actually looks nice, and casual.
So you step out into the room and Santana is still on your bed, hugging your duck again.
You twirl in front of her and tend to do a catwalk. But Santana is only laughing so you're not sure if you're doing so great.
She applauds you when you come to a halt in front of the bed again. She puts two fingers in her mouth and gives you a loud wolf whistle. You wrinkle your nose at the sound but give her a bashful smile.
"That was awesome Britt," she laughs and you dust your shoulders off, knowing how awesome you are. You poke your tongue out when she laughs again.
Santana suddenly clears her throat and sits up straighter on your bed. "So..." You give her a curious look and give her your attention fully, sensing her serious tone. You sit down on the edge of your bed, turning your head towards her and fiddle with your hands in your lap. "You know, this is really weird for me Brittany," she says and you don't know what she's talking about so you only wait for her to elaborate. "You're about to go on a date with my cousin," Santana then states the obvious and you quirk an eyebrow at her.
"So?" you ask but Santana only keeps staring at you with an unreadable look. "I dated Quinn's cousin in my senior year of high school," you say to make her feel less weird about this.
"That's totally not the same thing, Britt." Santana deadpans.
"What's different?" you ask and she slowly opens her mouth, but then closing it again.
She places her hands in her lap and you watch how she starts to toy with her bracelet. She doesn't say anything but you wait, knowing that she wants to say something.
"It just is," she says instead of giving you a reason and you tuck your lips into your mouth, not really knowing how to respond. "It's just weird for me, knowing you're dating my cousin."
"I'm not dating her, I'm just going on one date," you clarify and Santana rolls her eyes.
"Yeah, but what if you decide that you like her charm?" she says and you snort.
"You just told me she doesn't have any charm," you state and Santana rolls her eyes, again.
"Whatever," she replies.
Suddenly there's a knock coming from the front door and you perk your head up, knowing who it must be.
It's a good thing that you did your make-up before Santana came over, otherwise you'd have no time for that.
You push yourself up from the bed and start walking towards the door. But before you manage to walk out of your bedroom, Santana rushes up from the bed, screaming "Wait!"
You turn around with one hand on the doorknob, with a raised eyebrow. Santana rushes up to you and then stops only centimeters in front of you, breathing against your cheek. Feeling her hot breath on you makes your whole body tingle and your face feels like it's on fire.
She puts her finger against your jaw and then slides it down to rest her palm against your cheek. You breathe in through your nose at the touch. She leans her body even closer to you and then grazes her lips against the shell of your ear, making you grip at her hips, trying not to lose control. She rests there for a while before opening her mouth, making her lips drag against your ear.
"Just know that, if the date goes terrible, you could always come to my place afterwards." She whispers with her raspy sexy voice. And then she pulls back and you take in a shaky breath before nodding.
"Okay," is the only thing you can say before you turn the doorknob and walk out of the bedroom, making your way towards the front door.
XxXx
What do you think will happen on the date? Hihi.