Chapter 9:
Marvin Gaye and Chardonnay.
A/N: I Made a few changes and corrected some spelling mistakes.
Today was the day... Damn. I've been sitting here at Shuester's Diner for the past 10 minutes and I'm already sweating buckets. Brittany's 5 minutes late... shit. I nervously tap my foot on the ground. Maybe this was a mistake, maybe this is a sign that I should escape? Maybe fate's giving me a way out? I look around the diner waiting for a sign in the shape of... fuck I don't know! I glance in the direction of my phone which is on top of the table and I see nothing, not a single fucking sign of anything! Brittany, oh Brittany, where for art thou Brittany... I'm not making sense. I grab my phone, unlock it and go to my messages and see the last message Britt sent me this morning.
From BrittBritt:) To Santana - Wednesday, 10:53am.
Can't wait for 2day, C u at 3! :)
Okay... so she said she's gonna meet me here... maybe she chickened out or-
"Relax, S." I felt a familiar hand on my shoulder. I forgot Quinn was working this shift, I'm glad she is though; I was about 2 seconds from leaving this shit hole! "She's 5 minutes late; she's probably stuck in traffic or something."
"I know, Q! I'm jus-"
"Freaking the fuck out." Quinn finished my sentence.
"Uhmmm... yeah." I mumbled under my breath. I didn't want Q to know she was right, but then again it's not like I'm hiding me being nervous so well.
"Relax, she'll be-"Quinn was cut off by the bell that jingled at the door. We both looked at who was stepping into the diner and in stepped Miss Brittany S. Pierce in all her golden haired glory. Q turned to me again and nudged her shoulder into mine. "See!"
"Hey Quinn!" Brittany gave a warm smile to Q and wrapped her in a quick but unexpected hug which left her dazzled a bit.
"Hi Brittany. Santana already put in your order, so I'm gonna go get it." Quinn made her escape and gave us some alone time. I looked as Q way her way through the doors of the kitchen. I turned around and placed my attention on Brit who was already sitting in the chair opposite me beaming at me. Wow… She's beautiful.
"Hi." She said with that huge excited smile never leaving her face.
"Hey…" Her smile was infectious. You couldn't help but smile with her.
"Hi."
"You said that already." I chuckled at her. She was so adorable it wasn't even funny anymore.
"I know." Her smile did something which I thought was impossible at this stage, it grew bigger. "Sorry I'm kinda late. My dance class ran a bit longer than I expected."
"No worries, Britt." I smiled. "It's not like I was freaking out or anything." Lie. Huge ass fucking lie!
"Good…" She looked me in my eyes. "How are you?"
"I'm better now…" When I said that something flashed behind her eyes, something I couldn't really place so out of caution I said: "My final exam was yesterday." But when I gave her a truthful answer that wasn't really true, her face dropped for a millisecond.
"And I'm sure you'll pass it with flying unicorn colors!" She said in all seriousness. Normally I'll give some bitch a sarcastic break down of how fucked up she was if she said that, but when it came out of Britt's mouth it was like candy melted.
"I hope so!" I laughed. "I've been studying so hard that I had caffeine flowing through my veins for a full 16 days!" Brittany laughed with me and I couldn't help but feel comfortable with her and this one moment I should've had my guard up. "And the stress that added on didn't really help to lessen my caffeine in take; luckily Puck was there before I overdosed in that shit." I saw her face fall and I instantly regretted saying it.
"Puck…" She said with a sour tone. Huh? "Was he the one that came to get you now the other night?" This conversation took a total 180 degree turn!
"Yeah, that was Puck." I gave her a confused look.
"Was I the 'stress' that you had?" She asked and it instantly left me dumbstruck. I was hoping we didn't come to this subject so fast. Me and my big mouth!
"Britt…I-I..." I sighed in defeat. "Yes." Her face almost dropped on the floor and I saw tears started forming in her eyes. Fuck! How did it go from beaming smiles to threatening tears?
"Britt..." I took her hands across the table and made her body face me, but her eyes wouldn't do the same. "It's not really your fault. It's just that I couldn't face you after that."
"So that's why you ignored all my calls and texts?"
"Yeah…kinda." Here I am, once again substituting the truth, but I couldn't tell her. I just couldn't tell her how I really felt. I can't lose her, I'll rather keep all these feelings hidden and make her happy than spill everything and possibly lose her. I'm not willing to take that risk. "I mean if you saw me in that position, how would you feel?" I joked trying to lift the tension in the room.
I sat there looking at her while she was probably picturing me and my thighs around some dude's waist, which something that'll NEVER happen, but hey she doesn't know that! After a few seconds that neutral look on her face turned to total disgust and plain horror..
"Ewww…" She shivered grossly and her face scrunched in such a way that looked like she was about to barf. Whoa… nice to know that's her expression if my thighs were around a guy's waist because I just pictured it and I'm sure I had the same expression.
"See?" I pointed out.
"Okay, okay… I do kinda understand." She chuckled slightly.
"Here is your order, 2 hot chocolates." Quinn put down our hot chocolates and I gave her a grateful smile.
"Thanks Q!"
"Thanks you, Quinn."
"Sure. Call me if you need anything." Quinn said the last part in such a way that I knew it was directed to me and I nodded in acknowledgement. Brittany didn't notice because her face was too engrossed in her hot chocolate. Q left to serve her other tables and left me looking at Brittany with an amused look on my face.
"I'm not gonna even ask if you liked your hot chocolate." I giggled as she quickly snapped her head upright and away from her hot chocolate with a embarrassed look.
"Sorry." She mumbled under her breath.
"It's cool with me, it's nice to know you like my hot chocolates."
"Your hot chocolates?" She titled her head in a cute confusion position.
"I asked Quinn to use my recipe…" I smiled at her. "Since you liked it so much the last time I made it."
"That's so sweet San…" She cooed and this time it was my turn to be embarrassed as I felt my cheeks rise in heat. She lifted the cup to her lips and took a big gulp. "Mhmmmm…" She moaned. Oh. My. God. "This is sooooo good!" Fucking hell! I swore that her moan shot right to the now throbbing feeling between my legs.
"With the way you're moaning, I'm sure it is…" I grumbled under my breath.
"What?" She lifted her cup away from her face that's when I noticed the dollop of cream on her nose. I think I just died of this cute, romantic, cheesy teen movie shit…
"You have uhmm…" I pointed to her nose.
"What? Do I have something on my face?" I nodded and she wiped everywhere besides the spot on her nose where she had cream.
"It's rig-" She wiped under her nose "Let me." I reached over and took my finger and wiped the cream of Britt's nose. Her eyes were focused on my fingers as I brought it to my mouth, sucked it gently and let it go with a 'plop'. There was this strange intensity behind her eyes that I couldn't place, but I know where I've seen that look before…
"Like what you see?" I smirk when she quickly breaks out of her trance. I try and make contact by her eyes but I'm not granted that privilege as she bows her head in embarrassment, her cheeks tainted with different shades of red and pink. Teasing her is so fun!
"Uhmm…you know what I… just that… gahhh…" She tried to reason out.
"As much I like seeing you squirm…" I said playfully. "I'm just kidding."
We sat and chatted like this for the next 20 minutes until her break was over soon and she had to go back to her dance class. I offered to walk with to her class since it was only a few blocks away and I didn't want her to walk alone. And after giving her a small pout, she finally gave in and allowed me to walk arm in arm with her.
"Okay, so Lord Tubbington is a cat?" She showed me a picture of a giant ball of fluff that was on her phone as we neared the building Brittany had her dance class.
"Yup!" Brittany said proudly. "He only eats people food."
"I can see that!" I chuckled at her. "Because I think it's impossible to get this fat by only eating cat food."
"You know, when I was younger I swore I saw him smoking cat nip in our back yard…" I look at her weirdly. "I could never prove it though." She said seriously.
There was silence for a few minutes then we burst out in laughter. The people that passed looked at us weirdly, but we couldn't really give a fuck. We were in our own little bubble. This felt so good, so right…
"Santana?" A voice I knew anywhere spoke to me and this was the first time ever I hoped I was going crazy and hearing voices. I stopped in my tracks and Britt jerked to a halt beside me as our arms were still connected. Please… not now. I slowly turned around and saw her and my little bubble with Brittany jus exploded and I was thrust into reality the worst way possible.
"Wow!" She gave me a once over. "It really is you…"
"H-hi, Stacey." I stuttered. Here she was my first love and heart break, Stacey Williamson. The one who I loved to hell and back. The one who I thought I was gonna spend my life with, the one I'd do anything for, the one I thought who would never break my heart…. Oh how fucking naïve I was huh? "W-what are you-u doing here?"
"I live here now." Hold the fuck up… WHAT? "I go to Brown University."
"You look good…" Her eyes changed from grey to hazel to green to green-blue back to grey. She had literally 5 different eye colors. Her eyes traveled from me to Britt. Shit! "Hi, I'm Stacey and you are?" Brittany not knowing who she really was smiled at her politely and said:
"I'm Brittany, Santana's friend and you're that girl from the photo." Brittany pointed out. This was one of the days were I wish a hole would just open up under me and swallow me whole.
"Photo?" She looked at me for details and I just cupped my face away from the gazes of the girl I fell in love with and the girl I'm falling in love with. Awkward was a huge understatement right now.
"The 2nd last week of Senior Year. The day we spent alone together on bleachers." I said coldly and crossed my arms.
"You still have that picture of me?" She said in that fucking British accent that made my knees weak. Oh my god, can we just go! Like right now? PLEASE!
"Britt Britt we need to go now or you gonna be late." I ignored Stacey's question and looked to Britt who's eyes were first trained on Stacey then on me.
"Oh yeah!" She beamed at me again and my heart melted. "Nice meeting you, Stacey." She shook her hand. Always so fucking polite… She's just…
"Nice meeting you too, Britt Britt." She openly mocked me and I glared at her. Bitch. Remind me again… WHY did I fall in love with her?
Brittany stood aside and waited for us to say our goodbyes, but she gave me a skeptical look as all I did was glare at Stacey. What the fuck do you want me to do? Be all happy and shit about seeing the girl who broke me down and ripped my heart out?
"Let's go." I said to Brittany while looking at Stacey. I turned around, grabbed Britt's hand and started to walk in the opposite direction.
"See you around, Sanny Bay." I stopped in my tracks once again. The last time I heard that name was the night before we broke up. Sanny was a version of my nickname only people truly close to me used and Bay was a shortened version of baby.
I turned around and made a threatening step closer to her. "Don't you EVER call me that again, Stace! You lost that privilege that day you fucked me over…" I trailed off and hissed out and you could see I was slowly losing it and this was a side of me I didn't want Brittany to see. "You know what? Fuck you." I turned back to Britt who was looking at me with wide eyes. I still felt Stacey presence around me which infuriated me to no end when her eyes caught Brittany's. I turned back and smirked "Or better yet you could go and fuck Danny! I'm sure you enjoyed sucking his dick like the slut you are." She swapped a Sanny for a Danny and I was at my wits end.
"San…" A calming hand went up and down my arm, breaking the intense eye battle me and Stacey were having.
"Fuck you." She spat at me.
"Stacey baby, you already did! PLUS the whole football team!" I spat back and laughed evilly. "Or have you forgotten?" I cocked my eyebrow at her sarcastically, not expecting an answer. "Let's go. I'm over this, you're wasting my time and Brittany's already late." I walked away from her and Brittany started to catch up with me as I made my way to the entrance of the building where she worked.
"San!" She shouted as I walked on. "Santana! What was that about?" She asked completely confused and worried.
"She was just my…" I started and then stooped again. Was I really about to tell her that I'm gay? "Nothing." I stated firmly. I guess that's a no…
"That's not nothing, Santana!" She pointed out. "You were slashing her with your vicious, vivious words. No one deserves that."
"Don't worry, Britt Britt. I'm sorry you had to experience that…" I sighed. "I don't want you to see that side of me. I'm sorry…"
"I'm just glad you're not angry with me…." She looked deeply into my eyes. "Nothing else matters."
"I could never really be angry with you." I told her truthfully.
"I'm glad that I have you in my life, Britt." I said seriously and her mouth twitched into a huge smile. She came closer to me and put her arms around my waist, engulfing me in a hug.
"Me too." She sighed happily in my ear. "Me too." She repeated and I tightened my arms around her neck.
"Well… I'm gonna go now before someone comes out and drag you inside." I joked as I let her go.
"Boo hoo…" She pouted. "But you're right. Bye Santana. I'll text you later." She cupped her right hand to my face and kissed my left cheeks softly and on that one spot the fire started and it spread through my whole face, leaving me with a tingling feeling inside. I give her a small wave as she looks back then enters the building. 'Fucking hell!' I think as I lean against the brick foundation of the building to prevent me from falling. I sigh and pick up my phone. I need to call someone! Q? No she's still on shift. Emma? What? Fuck no. Puckster? Hmmm….
"You go for Puck." He answered his phone.
"Hey."
"Santana! How's my favorite lesbian?"
"Puck…" I warned.
"Sorry… labels, I know." He said with an apologizing tone. "Anyway, why'd you call?"
"Are you busy?" I heard Puck think for a bit.
"No, not right now I'm not. What's up?"
"I need to talk to someone and Q's working."
"What's it about?"
"Brittany and you would never guess who…."
"Who?" He asked excitedly.
"Pick me up in 10 and I'll tell you."
"Where are you?"
"I'm at a place called New York Dance Academy." I read the big blue sign on the building. "You know where that is?"
"Yeah… Candice took a few dance classes there, couple of months ago." Candice, Puck's on and off girlfriend for the past 6 or so months. You can't really call her his girlfriend seeing as she was just a stable hook up and they were friends, but we didn't know what to call her since she was more than a random fuck.
"Make quick! My vagina feels like it's been fucked by ice blocks!"
"Oooh… kinky."
"Wanky right?" I heard Puck chuckle in agreement over the phone.
"I'll be there in 5." I hung up and waited for Puck. And in exactly 9 minutes and 39 seconds later he arrived.
I jumped in Puckerman's Escalade and we drove off to his restaurant. During the car ride we talked animatedly about random topics because I told him I wanted to discuss this in the comfort of Noah's office. We parked in his parking space and went through the back door of the restaurant. After greeting a few people here and there, we made it into his office. He sat down on his leather chair as I fell onto the grey couch.
"Okay spill."
I sat there for the next hour and a half telling Puck everything that happened today from sorta clearing the air with Brittany to bumping into the bitch from hell. After playing some Marvin Gaye and drinking some Chardonnay and talking shit with Puck, I felt much better. I would've loved to speak to Brittany seeing as she's the most caring and understanding person ever, but that would mean going into that whole story and revealing to her that I like girls which could cause a dampen on our blossoming friendship. Puck knows everything and even though those feelings of hurt and bedrail have subsided a bit mostly because of Brittany. He knew me when those wounds were open and vulnerable, so he knows what I really went though.
"Just to set the mood girl, I brought some Marvin Gaye and Chardonnay…" Puckerman started rapping out of nowhere. "And I'm gonna give it to you the long way..."
"The strong way!" I recited some Big Sean lyrics. "This was all inspired by a little Marvin Gaye and Chardonnay!" Another train of thought came and I totally forgot about the song.
"If I see that bitch again, I will tear her fucking head off!" I spoke to no one in general. "She was so glad Britt Britt was there!" I sighed with a smile of my face when I said her name.
"What ever happened with her and Lord Ian Daniel the 3rd?" His name was Ian Daniel but everyone called him 'Danny' kinda how everyone calls Noah, Puck.
"Fuck knows…" I shrugged as the champagne bottle in my hand knocked against the carpeted floor, spilling a little. "Whoops!"
"You're tipsy as fuck, San!" Puck laughed so hard, he almost fell out of his chair.
"Me? Have you seen yourself?"
"If I saw myself in the mirror I'd prolly fuck it." He said in a tone that I know was not in a jokingly kind of way. He looked at me while I was giving him a 'Your so drunk, it's not even funny anymore!' "Hey, I mean No Homo." He raised his hands in defense.
"Oh my god, Puck. How are we friends?"
"Because I tried to get all up on you in a club, then I discovered you're one for the ladies and I became your lesbro. Plus the fact Lucy's your best friend helped."
"You still love her, don't you?" I muffled out and I heard Puck groan as my face was plastered on the couch.
"Yes." He said behind his hands. "It's so hard seeing her being happy without me."
"Amen, sister! I know how you feel!"
"Talkin' 'bout Britt Britt?" I was too tipsy to even care that he's trying to mock me.
"Yeah…"
"Speaking of Britt Britt…" Puckerman trailed off. "She texted you about 15 minutes ago." She texted me? Where the fuck is my phone? I search around quickly. Wait! Hold up… how did he know…
"Puck! My phone!" He threw my phone at me and I caught it like I was catching the winning touch down at the super bowl and landed face first, once again with a mouth full of couch. "Ow!" I groaned, but Puckerman laughed comfortably in his chair. I reached for my BlackBerry and just when I wanted to go to Britt's text, the angel herself called me.
"Britt!" I shouted as I answered the phone.
"Hey, San." She giggled.
"So Britt Britt, now that I don't want you to call or anything seeing you're awesome and I like miss you and stuff and…Puck!" I glared at him as he laughed at my rambling and this time he fell off his chair and I burst into an uncontrollable laughter.
"San!" I faintly hear Brittany shout from my phone as I keep on laughing as Puck gets up from the floor and tries to throw a pillow at me that lands up 2 feet away from me, at the foot of the couch. "Santana?" Brittany shit!
"Miss Pierce?" I asked formally, trying to punk her.
"Santana is that you?"
"Yeeeeeeeeeeees!" I suddenly jumped up. Fuck I was drunk out of my mind.
"Are you alright?" I heard her giggle loudly.
"I'M FUCKING AWESOME, BRITTANY SUSAN PIERCE!"
"Are you high or something?"
"High as a fucking rainbow kite…" Hmm…. Rainbow kite. Brownies! Green brownies!
"Your drunk!" She finally put two and two together.
"Drunk as a skunk…" We giggled. I was so out of my mind right now. "With Pucky!"
"You're with Puck?" She questioned.
"Yuuuup! I got me after you left and we spoke, and drank and talked shit and…" I pulled away the phone from my face. "Noah! What else did we do?"
"We drank?" He offered.
"'Told her that."
"He talked about plans to fuck Stacey over like fucked up coke whore she is?"
"Fuck Puck! I hate her and I wouldn't even go so fucking far!"
"We had some Marvin Gaye and Chardonnay!" The idiot with the Mohawk shouted across the room.
"Whatever." He shrugged as I put the phone back to my ear.
"Sorry babe, Noah was no help." Did I just say babe?
"Babe?" I liked the sound of that. Just the way she said it made me feels all kinds of awesome.
"So why'd yah call?" I ignored her questioned about me calling her babe, probably because I forgot.
"I wanted to know how you're doing after you saw-"
"That bitch Stacey."
"Uhmm…" Brittany swallowed. "Yeah, but I can see you're fine. Puck's taking care of you." She said in a voice tainted with a hint of jealously.
"Britttttty..." I dragged out. "Are you jealous?" I called her out.
"I… uhhh…" She stuttered.
"Cute. Don't worry you got no competition." I reassured her in the soberest way possible as my words began to slur.
"Good to know." She said in a tone that sounded down right sexy as fuck to me.
"I know that face!" Puckerman shouted across the room. "She wants to get her 'lez-be-honest' on!" He rose his eyebrows suggestively up and down.
"Suck a dick!" I got back to Brittany. "Sorry he's even worse when he's drunk." I heard her giggle once again over the phone and I decided that it was the best sound ever. So I decided to tell her.
"You know you've got a really beautiful laugh, Brittany."
"Really?" She asked in disbelief and I could hear her blushing over the phone.
"You really do." I said in all seriousness. "By the way, you don't need to blush if it's true."
"How did you know I was...?" She trailed off.
"My drunk senses are tingling." I laughed. "My drunk senses talk to me. They're like my awesome spidey senses."
"I got that. So what are your drunk senses telling you now?"
"That you and I have a movie date Friday afternoon." Where did all this cockiness come from? I forgot this side of me.
"Really now?" I could hear the smugness in her smooth, innocent like voice. "Wouldn't wanna disappoint your senses now, do we?"
"Exactly. So how's about 4pm?"
"Sounds good to me. See you then, San." She said in a low voice and then hung up. I swear that the throbbing between my legs intensified when she left me with those last words. DAMN….
"I think I have a date with, Brittany on Friday." I said softly, not even believing it myself.
"God, my head hurts!" Puck groaned into his desk. "Fucking champagne!" He whined.
"Noah!" I threw about 3 pillows at him before it hit him and looked up towards me.
"What the fuck?"
"You ass! I'm never gonna drink with you ever again!" I threw my phone on the couch and palmed my face. My hangover was gonna suck ass!
There's another chapter! *Naya dance* Sorry if this chapter kinda sucked but I was kinda half drunk, tired and watching Kill Bill at 1am in the morning and I had the urge to write… wel type. But I can do that because I am officially on break! Even though it's for a really sad and short two weeks… I can update every few days! (Hopefully) Whoop whoop! Let's see if we can get the reviews to a 100 because if we can that would so be the an awesome early birthday present! And so it doesn't totally suck, the person who is the 100th reviewer will get… a car! Not! Bitch this isn't Oprah… and I live in Cape Town. Waar issie Kaapse mense? (English: Where is the Cape Town people?) hahahaha* but you will be a character in the next chapter… fucking awesome right? Yeah well… anyway to those who watch PLL. I'm still fucking angry that they killed Maya… how could they? Was on the verge of throwing someone after that emotional rollercoaster. Was so hectic that I almost forgot that I had to do runway modeling the next day because I didn't want to wake up because now Emily's without her true love. Anyway on a happier note: BRITTANA IS ALIVE AND WILL ALWAYS BE ENDGAME! :D
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