Chapter 10

A/V: Part two of 'Santana's plan' …hope you enjoy!

After leaving Brittany in the kitchen, I decided to do a bit of work and actually serve the customers and chat to Earl as I go. Seeing as Brittany didn't return from the kitchen for a while, there is no point trying to make her jealous as she wouldn't see. I looked up at saw Quinn trying to get my attention so I made my way over there swaying my hips to make her laugh; which it did. As I was, Brittany walked out of the kitchen and froze when she saw me goofing around. I saw Quinn look up and notice her and a sly smirk appeared on her lips. When I arrived at her corner table with my note pad and pen in my hand, Quinn pulled me down on to her lap and grazed my cheek with her lips. I couldn't help but laugh. Quinn was trying so hard for me to make Brittany jealous, she could have won an Oscar for this performance.

"She's staring." Quinn suddenly whispered in my ear, bringing me out of my trance. "She looks like I've just run over her puppy."

I giggled at her humour and looked down to see her gazing up at me with big, hazel puppy eyes. "What?" I laughed.

"Sanny bear…" She giggled softly. "Can you go and make me your special cappuccino you make just for me please, baby." She said in a soft, I'm so in love with you voice.

I was about to question what the hell she just said when I looked to my left and saw Brittany attending to the table on the left about five steps away with her brow furrowed; she was obviously listening.

"Of course babe. Anything for you." I replied, matching her tone in a gooey way and went to jump off her legs. As I did, she grabbed my arm and stopped me.

"Wha-" I got cut off as Quinn mashed our lips together heatedly and I noticed her eyes were wide open, staring at Brittany. She was obviously looking.

I stopped and backed away, blushing deeply. She could of warned me for that. "Not here hunnie. We have to keep it pda at work." I laughed again before turning around and into the coffee counter.

I suddenly felt like I wasn't alone in the room, so I turned around really quickly to see who was spying on me. There stood Brittany. And even though she is taller than me, stood there she looked really small and yes, incredibly cute. But I bit my lip and smiled politely.

"Oh, hey Britt. You ok?" I turned back around and continued making Quinn a cappuccino. Making sure I made it look special my adding extra cream and cinnamon where I usually wouldn't.

"Santana, can I ask something?" Brittany said quietly, walking slowly behind me until she was stood next to me at the counter. Feeling her presence, I felt like I couldn't breathe and the special scent that she wore was driving me crazy.

"Sure." I looked at her and smiled. "But better make it quick, I've got to take Quinn her coffee before it gets cold."

She looked torn but nodded to herself before asking me what she wanted to. "Um, I thought you weren't into girls but you're with that blonde girl." She spoke so quietly, I had to listen really hard so I could her. But I did and I wish I hadn't. I hadn't really prepared myself for this question and I froze.

"Well, I changed my mind. What's with you and that Artie freak anyway?" I snapped, suddenly feeling trapped but instantly felt guilty for snapping at her.

"He's nice to me Santana. We used to date but he asked me out again, why not?" She said in defence for Artie. What in the world?

"What he's nice? Yeah right! That's because he's rich my darling and all the money in the world could make some nice." I snapped back again, hating that she was defending him. "And haven't you heard that saying…when a girl is ugly she is nice but when a girl is pretty she is mean? Well, he is only nice because he used to have crushed legs and was a retard!" I ended on a bad note and knew I went too far. My chest was heaving with anger. I thought Brittany was going to go mad, storm out or something…but she didn't. Instead she stood there with her right hand on her hip and smirked. I couldn't believe it.

She started walked closer to me and stopped so we were only about two steps apart.

"Your jealous, aren't you?" She sang softly, her blue eyes sparking for the first time. They looked so beautiful. But I couldn't let her know that I was jealous.

I shook my head vigourlessly. "What? Jealous of I used to have braces now look at my teeth freak? Oh hell no." I forced myself to laugh but she still stood there smirking. I had to get out of there. I grabbed Quinn's coffee and dashed out to deliver it.

"Fuck Q!" I huffed when I got there and sat opposite. She lifted her eye brown like an invitation to tell her what's wrong.

"Quinn, I was in there making your coffee..oh by the way, I made it the way I used to as a kid…I hope you still like it!" She grinned at me and I remembered I had a problem. "Oh right yeah and Brittany came in and she was saying well I thought you weren't gay blah blah blah and then she was like smirking at me saying I was jealous. I was saying I wasn't and how crazy she was but she was still smirking." I moaned at Quinn, making sure I wasn't too loud as Brittany was back in the diner and serving across the way.

Quinn had her eye brow raised like I was crazy and waited patiently until I had finished to help me. "You wanted her to get jealous and want you right?" She asked, sipping her coffee and rolling her eyes in pleasure.

I nodded "Yes?"

She put her mug down keeping her hands wrapped around the cup "Well you accomplished that. Every time you even glanced at me she scowled. Never mind when you held my hand or sat on my knee or especially when we kissed." She chucked softly "Oh sorry for that by the way. She was staring and I wanted to see how pissed we could get her." Quinn smiled at me apologetically.

I laughed "It's fine Q! You're not bad." I winked.

She chucked "Thanks S! But now know she s jealous and come on, she knows your jealous. Make a move and tell her before something happens and it's too late." Her eyes were watering. "You never know, she could get proposed to and whisked away from right under your nose."

"Quinn are you okay?" I asked, as a tear rolled from her misty eyes and she wiped it away quickly making it look like it was never there.

"That's a story for another day, I promise." She reassured as I looked at her with my eye brown rose this time. She met my eyes and I knew I had to leave it for today, so I did.

"Come on lets sort this." I let her get me up and she was about to lead me towards Brittany when Artie walked through the door. He walked with swag as if he was the coolest man ever born towards the blonde of my dreams. He wore a leather jacket and tight skinny jeans. Who did he think he was? We could hear him where we stood.

"Hey Brittany Hon, I was wondering well do you want to come to Tahiti with me for a month or so. I can get us a cabin or something and we can wear next to no clothes and…"

"Fuck" Quinn whispered in my direction. "Now Santana, Now." She whispered firmly and I nodded before walking to the couple.

"Brittany?" I asked to get her attention. "Can I talk to you for a moment, please?" I pleaded and she nodded before Artie grabbed her arm to stop her.

"Um excuse me? We were just talking before you rudely interrupted…you can wait thanks." He snapped, looking at me up and down like I was a pile of shit. And there I was feeling guilty for interrupting their conversation and trying to ruin their relationship. It looks like I'm doing her a favour.

"Woah calm down shall we huh? For one we don't want you shouting because it could sound as bad as your singing which by the way sounds so auto tuned that it sounds like someone strangling a cat and nearly as bad as Justin Bieber. Two, you could then want a fight which I would win. All I would have to do is snap off your leg and hit you with it repeatedly and you would get back to where you started…with no legs." I smirked as he stood with him mouth agape. "Now I just want to talk to her for two minutes, okay?" I asked sarcastically.

Can't you just talk to her here? What's so private?" He muttered, his eyes failing to meet mine.

I looked over at Brittany and she silently asked me to that. I sighed heavily and decided to do just that.

"Fine." I spoke sharply. "Britt, I couldn't help but over hear your conversation with legoless over here and I want to ask you not to go." I spoke softly.

"Um Excuse m.." Artie went to interrupt however I lifted up one hand to silence him which worked.

"Why?" She asked, confusion lacing her tongue. Crap, she didn't get it. I'm going to have to tell her how I feel.

"Brittany, if you go…I'm scared I'm going to lose you to him. Britt, I lied to you that night. I have major feelings for you that I can't possibly understand. And no matter how hard I try, I can't ignore how I feel about you." My hands were shaking and I knew the whole diner was staring at me which was not helping my nerves.

"And how exactly do you feel about me?" Brittany asked.

"I know we haven't know each other for long but…I'm falling for you Brittany. I really, really like you and I want to be with you, get to know you. I want to be more than room mates. I want to hear you call me San again and sneak in my bed again when its cold which I now hope its every night. Please Brittany, don't go away with him." I knew I was turning into a mess with my pleading and begging her to choose me against him but I couldn't help it. She wasn't giving anything away with her facial expression which is weird for her and scaring me to death.

"I…" Brittany began.

A/V: Mwahaha. I'm sorry for ending it there but I thought I would have a cliff hanger. What do you think guys, should she stay with Santana or go away with Artie? Team Bartie or Team Brittana? Oh and I promise for Quinntana scenes to come!