hey hey hey! chapter 8 shall be in 2 parts for reasons, believe me. so here is part 1 thank you:)
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Quinn is standing at the counter slapping on cold cuts and lathering a random assortment of condiments on a slice of bread. Sucking some mustard off of her finger she presses a button on the microwave before opening a can of soda and pouring it into a glass filled with ice. A racket from behind her catches her attention and she glances over her shoulder with an amused look in her eyes.
She walks over to the refrigerator placing the cold cuts back into the designated drawer grabbing a jar of pickles. Jar of pickles, glass of soda and plate with the sandwich in hand she walks over to the table placing everything down. Before heading to the microwave because it's beeped indicating the contents are ready she looks up to Santana who is nervously checking herself out in the full length mirror in her room.
"When are we getting you your own mirror?" Quinn asks turning to the microwave taking out a big plate of bacon out and brings it back to her sandwich piling it up.
"When are we getting you your own bacon factory?" Santana spits back running out of Quinn's room and in to her own only to emerge once more in a completely different outfit. The blonde makes a face that goes unseen by Santana as she takes her seat at the table watching her friend intently as she runs around the apartment.
"I liked the other one." Quinn tells her, her mouth filled with bits of meat and bread.
"Super vague Q, I've tried on like a million pieces of clothing." Santana informs her huffing at her reflection as she turns left right and every other way possible in front of the mirror. Quinn rolls her eyes as she swallows some of her sandwich.
"Wow even when you're in a good mood you're a super bitch." She points out to which Santana finally acknowledges her only to turn around and give her the finger. "Case and point." She takes a sip of her soda tucking her feet under her and shifts in her seat. "Where are you guys going anyway?" Quinn asks taking another bite of her sandwich. Santana grabs her hair lifting it up contemplating wearing it in a pony tail but immediately decides against it letting her long dark hair hit the back of her neck again.
"A restaurant." Santana tells her before running back into her room hopping on one foot trying to take off a shoe.
"Now who's with the vague?" The blonde says shaking her head at her friend who is clearly unhinged at the moment.
"So not helping." She hears her friend yell from her room along with sounds of shoes hitting the walls.
"Well, did she pick it out or did you?" Quinn asks putting her sandwich down to open it up and pick at the bacon slices she put on it.
"I did." Santana comes barreling out of her room to show off her latest outfit to the blonde who scrunches her nose and shakes her head. Santana huffs once again turning on her heels heading back to her bedroom.
"Is she picking you up or are you picking her up?" She inquires taking the cold cuts off of the bread and replacing it with more bacon.
"She is coming here and the limo guy is going to take us." Santana quickly informs her walking out slowly from her room putting on earrings. Quinn analyzes the outfit twisting her lips.
"Keep the top but change the bottoms." She points to the articles of clothing to get rid of waving them away. "What's with the limo anyway? Have we figured out any more information about Miss Brittany?" Quinn asks saying the last part in a very refined voice. Santana quirks an eyebrow indicating her annoyance and goes back to her room.
"I don't know." Santana tells her, her voice simple and unaware. "I don't really care either way. I like her… for her you know?" She says and Quinn grins to herself, she's never seen her friend like this about anything.
"Who's paying?" It's the question Quinn has been dying to ask and seeing as there really is no simple way to go about it she figures to just go out and ask. She can hear the rustling in Santana's room come to a halt and then there is a little silence before she hears the Latina's footsteps coming back towards her.
"I asked her out, so I'm paying." Santana tells her point blank. "Duh." Quinn laughs because she hasn't heard 'duh' come out of her friend's mouth since the 7th grade.
"Yeah." She nods taking a sip of her soda. "Duh." Santana tilts her head and glares letting her friends laughter eventually subside and she smoothes out her long skirt.
"How's this?" Santana nervously asks. Quinn eyes her up and gives her a smirk.
"Hey hot stuff. How you doin?" She arches an eyebrow causing Santana to grin.
Rachel is sitting on the edge of Brittany's bed with her hands on her lap and eyes are watching clothes hit the ground as they come flying out of the closet. She hears the padding of feet across wood floor and sits up straight anxiously waiting for her friend to pop out from the walk in closet. But her shoulders slump slightly as the raining of clothes begins once again.
"What are you doing in there, redecorating?" Rachel interrupts through the sounds of hangers, shoes and hushed curses. When she doesn't get a response, just a grunt, she opts to take a peek inside to get a better idea at what is taking her friend so long. "Holy Moses." Rachel shrieks pulling her hand to cover her mouth. Brittany looks up from the mess that used to be her closet. "What have you done?" The brunette asks taking tentative steps into the walk in and looks around at the horrid place that once was a perfectly set up and organized place to keep clothes and accessories established by none other than Rachel herself.
"I don't know what to wear." Brittany pouts waving her arms around her disheveled closet floor from the pile of clothes she is sitting on. Rachel eyes the blonde girl and then glances around the room that was once immaculate. "At first I thought this," She begins and gets up from her spot on the ground and runs over to a dresser in which all the drawers were open. "This dress." Brittany tells her holding the garment over her but then she tosses it at Rachel who at the last minute catches it before the hanger hits her in the face. She watches as Brittany runs the other side of the small room in nothing but her bra and panties to grab something that had seemingly been carelessly discarded. "But then I thought that might be too fancy and I don't want Santana to think I'm that kind of girl."
"You are that kind of girl." Rachel chimes in but Brittany has pretty much tuned her out along with sane logic the brunette thinks to herself. The blonde picks up a pair of dark jeans and a bright top.
"So I thought this," She holds the clothes against as she had done the dress. "The jeans are nice enough to pass as a nice outfit."
"Oh absolutely you can top them off with those boots." Rachel suggests hanging up the dress that had previously been flung her way. Brittany glances over her shoulder to the boots that she had thought about wearing with this outfit biting her lower lip as she thinks about it but then huffs and tosses the jeans and top to Rachel. "Can you please stop throwing things at me I fear that in your fit of frustration one of these hangers are going to pierce my eyeball out." Rachel pleads and Brittany waves off her complaining and slumps against the wall until she hits the ground. "Why are you so… nervous?" Rachel asks folding the jeans her friend threw at her and placing them on the shelf clearly marked 'denim' in her fantastic handwriting.
"I'm not nervous." Brittany defends trying to laugh off the obvious. Rachel turns to face her raising her eyebrows.
"And I'm not Jewish." The brunette counters laughing at her own joke but Brittany arches an eyebrow tilting her head.
"You're not?" She asks in all seriousness to which Rachel only shakes her head and turns to face her friend fully.
"Not the point Brittany." Rachel informs her clasping her hands in front of her and bouncing from her heels to her toes. "It's not like you've never been out on a date before. So I don't see how it's different from any other time you've gone out. Just pick something to wear and go out." Rachel assures her walking over to a rack that had seemingly gone untouched but not putting her hand out to touch anything on it.
"This is different." Brittany sighs out, her eyes staring at where the wall and the floor meet. "She's different." Her eyes slowly travel the height of the wall until they meet the height of her friend and she looks to Rachel. "She doesn't know who I am, but…" She pauses and a small smile creeps over her features and she blushes at the thought of her and Santana going on an actual date. "She knows who I am." Rachel crosses her arms tilting her head slightly and twisting her lips letting her friend's words flow through her thoughts.
"Oddly enough I completely understand you." The brunette shrugs her shoulders and lets out an amused sigh before turning to the rack of untouched clothes.
She reaches her arm out letting her hand graze over the fabric until her hand stops on its own accord. She grins and wraps her fingers around the part of clothing that is snug over the hanger and pulls it off the rack. Her eyes look at the piece of clothing, up and down, left and right and every other way and she smiles. Rachel turns around offering the outfit to the blonde girl.
"In that case, this is perfect." Rachel says and Brittany eyes up the piece before a content smile spreads over her lips.
"Yeah. It is." Brittany replies and pushes herself up from the ground and grabs the dress from her friend.
Quinn is sitting on the couch watching television when the buzzer goes off. She makes her way to the door and presses the button wondering if it's Rachel seeing as they are supposed to hangout while their friends go on their date.
"Hello?" She lets go of the button waiting for the person on the other end.
"Hey Quinn it's Brittany." Quinn smirks as she presses the button again.
"Oh hey, let me buzz you in." She presses the button to let the other blonde girl in the building and opens their door so she can go back to her show.
"Q where's that bag I let you borrow the other night when you went out with Loud Girl." Santana yells from her room distress clearly in her voice and Quinn rolls her eyes.
"I refuse to respond when you call her that."
"You used to think it was funny." Santana huffs giving up and walking out into the living room.
"That was before I realized what a douche you are." Quinn smiles and tosses a bacon and cheddar potato chip in her mouth. "You're really not that funny." She shrugs her shoulders and turns back to the television. "It's behind my door." She raises her hand pointing to her room without looking at her friend. Santana flips her off before turning to her room. "I saw that." There's a small knock at the door. "Come in." Quinn bellows from the comfort of the couch only to look over when she hears it creak open a little and sees a blonde head pop in. "Hey Brittany." Quinn sits up a little offering the girl a warm welcoming smile.
"Hi." Brittany waves slightly. She looks like she's blushing Quinn thinks smiling to herself but then again it is cold outside. Brittany walks all the way in gently closing the door behind her and shoving her hands nervously into her coat pocket.
"Hi." Quinn replies back leaning her head on the back of the couch watching the girl before her shift her weight from side to side.
"Quinn seriously if you and…" Santana stops abruptly when she comes into the living room and spots Brittany standing by the door. "Brittany." She breathes out and a smile takes over her lips. "I thought I was just going to come down." Brittany shakes her head and takes a step to Santana.
"Well what kind of date would I be if I just honked the horn and you come running down?" She jokes and Santana lets out a tiny laugh all the while Quinn is sitting there watching them shoving chips into her mouth. Santana moves to grab her jacket and Brittany takes it from her helping her put it on. "You look very nice tonight." Quinn can hear the other blonde girl whisper and sees how furiously red her best friend's cheeks turn and she can't help but roll her eyes and a tiny squeak of a giggle escapes her lips.
"Thank you." Santana says in return looking down for a moment pretending she needs her eyes to focus on the buttons of her coat but she is really hoping to not have her blush be found out. "You look amazing." Santana offers and Brittany laughs softly.
"Well I'm not going to be wearing this jacket all night but thank you." She squeezes the smaller girls arm causing them both to blush at the contact. "Shall we?" Brittany clears her throat and motions to the door to which Santana nods and walks over to open it for them.
"Now don't stay out too late." Quinn finally chimes in both girls having forgotten that she was even in the room. "Use protection and all that." She winks making Brittany chuckle into the hallway and Santana to scowl at her. "Oh kids." She says after the door closes. "So cute."