AN: Wow! The reviews and comments I received for chapter 13 were amazing! It really pushes me to write as much as I can each day. Thank you guys so, so much! You have no idea what these reviews mean to a novice writer like me. I literally smiled like an idiot reading them. Anyway, this chapter took much longer than expected to post. I haven't had much time at all to write this week, and all the spare time I had, I tried to add to my newest chapter. Hoping to catch up on writing this coming week.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Glee. I only like to read and now, write about it. :)
Santana wakes up because her nose is itchy. It feels like there's a feather constantly tickling her. She swipes at her nose again before opening her eyes, and when she does, a smile takes over her face. Her head is now tucked under Brittany's chin and blonde strands of hair keep falling onto her face. She's lying on Brittany's arm with her own arm wrapped around the sleeping beauty's waist. Santana can't believe what happened last night. It wasn't a dream right? They really kissed right? Santana has been having so many dreams lately that she's not totally sure what's real when she wakes up, but the fact that she's lying in bed with her arm wrapped around her 'more than a crush' is proof that something did, in fact, happen. She pushes herself onto her elbow to look at the clock on Brittany's side. 8:16am.
Santana decides to make Brittany some breakfast, so she slowly gets up, trying not to wake the girl lying under her. As soon as she hangs her feet over the bed she hears a wonderfully raspy, sleepy voice, "Where are you going?"
Santana turns around and sees Brittany looking at her with one eye open and shaking out her probably numb arm. "Go back to sleep, I was just going to make breakfast before I wake you up. Sorry, I thought you were supposed to be a heavy sleeper."
Brittany smiles as she continues to shake out her arm, opening and closing her hand trying to get the blood flowing again. "I am, but for some reason, my body knew when you weren't next to me anymore and it told me to search for you. Besides, my arm felt tingly." Santana gives her an apologetic look and mouths a 'sorry'. Brittany gives a big grin and chuckles a little as she turns to look at the time. "I should get up anyway; I need to plan the workout for today's class."
"Oh, right. Your class is today!"
"You're coming right?"
"Of course! I get to walk in with the instructor, how badass is that?"
Brittany chuckles and log-rolls over to Santana. "Very badass, your instructor is so awesome," Brittany says as she looks up at Santana still sitting at the edge of the bed.
"So awesome," Santana repeats as she smiles and boops Brittany on the nose. She stops herself from leaning down and kissing her. She's not sure if what happened last night was a one-time thing or possibly something more. She needed to find out first.
Santana flashes a quick smile and retreats towards the bathroom to wash up.
Once breakfast is almost finished, Brittany comes into the kitchen. "I smell eggs," she says as she leans over Santana's shoulder to watch her scramble the eggs in a pan.
"Can you set the table? Breakfast is almost ready."
"Yes mam!" Brittany says with a salute.
Brittany sets the table and then fills a bowl up for Lord Tubbington before seating herself at the table with a glass of orange juice and a cup of coffee for Santana. Santana brings over two plates and sets them on the table. She made scrambled eggs with cheese, french toast, and ham.
Brittany smiles and does her little food dance Santana loves so much as she takes her first bite.
"How is it?" Santana asks as she takes a sip of her coffee.
"Perfect! If only you could make me this every morning," Brittany says as she pulls her eggs up as high as she can without her cheese breaking.
Brittany's comment leaves Santana a little speechless. Oh, how she would love to wake up and have breakfast with her every morning. "But you will get bored if you eat this every morning," she says instead.
"Not if you make it," Brittany replies simply as she takes a sip of her juice.
"Oh! I forgot!" Santana suddenly says as she gets up from the table and runs to the living room. She runs back to Brittany sitting there, in the exact same position she was in. Eyes wide, fork stabbed into the ham, stunned as to where Santana was going. "Here!" Santana says as she places the daily Sudoku next to Brittany with a pen.
Brittany's jaw drops in surprise, "Aw, thank you. That's so sweet of you." She picks up the pen and starts on the puzzle right away. Glancing up at Santana every so often and smiling.
This cause Santana to smile too. She loves watching her friend when she's in total focus mode. She finds it super attractive that Brittany is so smart, and its super cute when she's serious.
It doesn't take long for Brittany to finish it. She drops her pen and raises her arms up before taking the last sip of her juice.
"Wow! That was so fast!" Santana says impressed.
"Well, this one was only a…" She looks at the bottom of the puzzle, "it was only a medium level puzzle, so it wasn't too hard."
"You're amazing," Santana blurts out, not taking her eyes off her friend. She then clears her throat and grabs the empty plates and puts them in the sink. "So, what time do we have to leave for the studio?" She asks when Brittany walks over.
"Well, class starts at 6, but I like to get there early to go over everything and see how many people are signed up. Can we leave at 5?"
"For sure! You're the boss! What do you want to do before then?"
"I need to do some grocery shopping; Lord T is running low on food. Then – well, then that's it until we have to leave for class. Want to come with me?"
"Sure," Santana nods.
Brittany heads upstairs to change, and when she comes back Santana is digging though her purse again.
"What are you doing?" Brittany asks as she finishes tying her hair into a high ponytail.
"I'm trying to find my ID, I know it's in here somewhere," She says as she dumps the contents of her purse onto the couch.
"Geez! Don't you have like, bags or something to put all your small stuff in?" Brittany asks as she scrunches her face up and walks towards the mess on her couch.
"I – I don't – I probably should, eh?" Santana asks. She thinks back to why Puck was able to get so close to her the other day. She really should be more organized.
"Yes, I think it would be much more convenient instead of dumping everything out every time you want to find something," Brittany says as she reaches under Santana's post-its and a pack of gum, and pulling out her ID; passing it to her.
"Thanks," Santana blushes. "Maybe, while we're out shopping, I can get some pouches and stuff to organize my purse."
"I think that would be a great idea," Brittany says with wide eyes and an over exaggerated nod. "Why don't you get changed and I'll start by piling your items into categories?"
Santana laughs and eyes Brittany curiously. She shrugs. "Fine," and heads upstairs to get ready.
When she comes back down, Brittany has piled her items neatly along the couch.
"I have a few piles," Brittany points out. "Make up, stuff that should be in your wallet, receipts, stationary, and – and this wonderful pile of garbage.
Santana's eyes widen at the big pile of garbage and the corners of her lips pull down. She realizes how unorganized and kind of gross she is. She vows silently to herself that she won't embarrass herself like this in front of Brittany again.
"Well, let's get a move on then," Santana says as she grabs her wallet, keys, and cellphone. Leaving everything else in the neat piles on the couch. "I'll just take these and then we can organize it when we get back."
The girls head out and buy some cat food for Lord Tubbington. They buy fruit, vegetables, chicken breast, yogurt, and salad for themselves, and three different small pouches for Santana, along with a small make up bag.
Once the girls get home, they put the food items into the fridge and begin sorting out Santana's mess. With Brittany's help, Santana is finally able to organize her purse. She went through all the garbage Brittany dug out to make sure there was nothing important. And sure enough, there wasn't, it was just a lot of garbage.
They sit on the couch watching T.V. and chit-chatted. Santana tells Brittany that she got into acting because she took a few drama classes in school and loved it. She also mentioned that she was in Concert Choir with Rachel, Kurt, and Mercedes.
"You sing?" Brittany asks, completely surprised. "Sing something for me!"
Santana raises a single brow and shakes her head, "No, I can't just burst out into song. I have to really feel the songs I sing. Besides, I haven't sung in front of an audience since high school."
Brittany pouts, "Aw, man, please? Just a little bit?"
Santana shakes her head and giggles, "I can't."
"You'll sing for me one day, I know you will," Brittany says with confidence.
"And how do you know that?" Santana questions with a smirk.
"I just do," Brittany says while giving Santana big toothy grin before turning her attention back to the T.V.
They sit for about 30min, watching an episode of Friends. Santana looks over at the beautiful girl on her left when a song flows through her head and she decides to sing it out quietly.
"Beautiful girls all over the world, I could be chasing but my time would be wasted, they got nothin' on you baby, nothin' on you baby…" She pauses and looks over. Brittany slowly turns her head, smiling. "They might say hi and I might say hey, but you shouldn't worry about what they say 'cause they got nothin' on you baby, nothin' on you baby…" She sings a little louder. She's starting to feel herself blush, so she looks down to her lap and sinks a bit further into the couch.
She feels the couch shift and Brittany is sitting next to her. Looking at her with seriousness in her eyes. "Got the song stuck in your head?" Brittany asks.
Santana shakes her head, she glances up and sees beautiful blue eyes looking back at her, and she turns back to looking at her hands on her lap. "No, I told you I only sing when I feel something. I – I looked at you and –" Santana shrugs, "I felt something, and I wanted to sing and – well – so I did."
She feels the couch shift again and Brittany is sitting even closer. Her hip, right against her own. Santana doesn't look up until a gentle slim hand reaches over and touches her cheek. Brittany turns Santana's head so she's looking at her. As soon as Santana looks up, she doesn't have time to react when Brittany leans and kisses her. Gently, slowly. Her fingers are lightly caressing her cheek.
Santana lets herself sink into the kiss, slowly turning her body so it's facing the other girl. They kiss for a while longer before breaking apart to breathe, finally realizing that they needed air.
Both girls are breathing hard. As soon as Santana has caught her breath, she crashes their lips together again. Her left hand on Brittany's neck, and her right wrapped around her waist. Their kisses become more intense and her heart is racing like crazy. Their lips mesh so well together as they kiss in perfect sync. Brittany runs her hand through Santana's hair as she licks her bottom lip. Santana grants her entrance immediately. Brittany's right hand rests on Santana's hip as she leans forward just a little more
Santana feels herself getting pushed back and complies. She adjusts herself so she's lying on the couch. Brittany on top of her. Their lips not breaking once. Brittany's thumb is ever so lightly caressing Santana's bare hipbone sending tingles throughout her body. Her shirt must have risen when she sunk into the couch. She can't help but let out a moan. The weight of Brittany's body on top of hers is turning her on so much. She reaches under the back of Brittany's shirt and touches the soft, smooth skin of her lower back. Brittany pulls back slightly, gently tugging on Santana's bottom lip as they look into each other's eyes. They both have on a soft smile.
Brittany bites her lower lip before she lowers her head again. Kissing Santana's cheek, jaw, then her neck. Santana can't help but moan again as her body grinds upward a little bit. Brittany settles to work on her neck. Licking, and sucking, with the occasional nibbling. Santana has moved her left hand into Brittany's hair, massaging her scalp while her right hand continues to stroke her bare lower back.
Santana is getting way too turned on, she lets out another moan as she pulls on Brittany's hair. She never realized how sensitive her neck was. Brittany must be doing something right.
"Britt," Santana moans out.
"Mm," Brittany hums.
"We can't," Santana says, regrettably, yet not pushing Brittany off either.
Brittany stops making out with Santana's neck for a moment to look at her, "Why? What's wrong?" Brittany looks concerned as she bites her own lower lip.
"Because," she reaches up and caresses Brittany's face, "because it's 4:30 and we have to leave soon."
Brittany turns around to look at the clock hanging on the wall behind the couch and grumbles as she looks back down at Santana. She turns and looks at the clock again, and smirks when she looks back at her, "A lot can happen in 30 minutes."
Santana smiles a toothy grin, "Mmm, I'm sure you're right. But do you really want to do… stuff, and then have to rush out?"
"Fine, you have a point," Brittany breathes out before pushing herself off.
Santana pushes herself up and leans her back on the couch. Both of them sit in silence for a while. Santana takes a quick glance over towards Brittany and feels guilty. Brittany's face is all serious and she's just zoning out, staring at the coffee table in front of them.
"Hey, are you okay?" Santana asks, breaking Brittany out of her thoughts.
Brittany looks over and gives a half smile, "Yeah, yeah, of course I am," she says as she shakes her head as if she's shaking the thoughts out of it. "I'm just – I'm sorry."
Santana's eyebrows pinch into the middle as she turns her body towards the blonde, "What are you talking about? Why are you apologizing?"
Brittany shakes her head again, "Nothing, never mind. It's all good," she says with an obviously fake smile.
"No, what is it? Tell me, Britt."
Brittany continues to look at the table. Her eyebrows furrow for a split second before she relaxes them again. "I just – I don't know if you – like – I don't want to. I don't know…" she trails off.
"Britt?"
Brittany turns her head and looks at the time while exhaling sharply. They should be getting ready to leave now. They still need to change into their workout gear. "We should get going," Brittany says as she gets up from the couch.
Santana grabs her by the hand and pulls her back down, "No, can you just tell me what's wrong? Please? And don't think that what just happened was a one sided thing. I want to too. I like you, Britt." Santana blurts out honestly. Brittany turns to look at her cautiously. "Like, I like you, Brittany," Santana emphasizes the word.
Brittany gives a genuine smile and nods slightly taking in a deep breath. She looks down at her fingers and mumbles, "I like you too." Before she looks at the Latina once more and then glances at the time. "We should go."
They both stand up and head to their rooms to get changed. When Santana goes back downstairs, Brittany is already tying her shoe laces. She's wearing her instructors jacket with a yellow shirt peeking through underneath, and black shorts.
Santana is wearing a red t-shirt, dark grey yoga pants, and a black track hoodie.
Brittany is carrying her sports bag and Santana is holding her water bottle as they both start walking down the street to the studio. They walk in silence. Santana takes a glance in Brittany's direction and decides to do what she thought of doing when they were at home. She reaches over and links her pinky with Brittany's as they cross the street. Brittany turns to look at her and a big closed mouth smile appears. Internally sighing in relief, Santana smiles back.
They walk the rest of the way to the studio holding pinkies. It felt nice. Santana would rather be holding her hand, but that's something they need to discuss after they get home tonight.
Since they are 45 minutes early for class, Quinn is the only one inside organizing the equipment and refilling the mini fridge that stores bottled water members can buy. As they reach the door, the girls unlink their pinkies as Brittany holds the door open for Santana to step in.
"Hey Britt, oh hey there, Santana!" Quinn calls out as both girls greet her back. Santana heads towards the locker room to put her purse away and Brittany goes behind the desk to put her stuff down as well.
When Santana comes back out, she goes straight to the desk where Brittany and Quinn are talking.
"So, how's staying with Britt this week?" Quinn asks as she looks from Santana back to Brittany.
Santana clears her throat. "It's been good. Great. It's been great! Brittany is a great host," Santana says with a smile. Peeking over at Brittany slightly as the tall blonde smiles back.
"It's nice to have a roommate, and Santana has been great too," Brittany says as she hangs her arm around Santana's shoulder loosely, "She snores a lot less than you," She looks at Quinn as Quinn roll her eyes.
"I have a deviated septum, I can't help it," Quinn says.
Brittany rolls her eyes and shrugs, then she looks at the time, "Quinn, do you want to help me move some of the bags? I want them in a semi-circle for today's class."
Quinn nods and walks out from behind the desk. Her and Brittany start pushing the free standing punching bags around so they're lined up the way Brittany wants. These bags aren't the ones that hang from the ceilings. They only have two of those, and those ones don't move. They stay on the left side of the studio and are chained up to the ceiling and are only taken down if they need to. The ones they are moving are the ones filled with water on the bottom. That way they can move them to any position they want to fit the needs of the class. There are about twelve of those.
"Do you need any help?" Santana asks from the desk.
"Nope – ugh" Brittany grunts as she puts a bag in the proper place. "Can't ask you to help – ugh – you might sue us – ugh – if you get hurt," Brittany finishes putting that one bag in place and pats her hands together as if she's clapping off some dust.
After they're done, Brittany heads to the washroom and Santana is standing on the mats talking to Quinn as the members trickle in.
"Excuse me," Quinn says as she looks towards the door, "I have to sign these people in."
"Oh right! I still need to pay too!" Santana quickly says as she follows Quinn to the desk, but Quinn turns around and stops her.
"Nope, Brittany would have a fit if she knew I charged you for drop-in. I'm not allowed to."
"But I –"
"Nope," Quinn cuts her off, "Boss's orders!" She smiles and winks at Santana as she hurries to the desk and starts signing in the members.
Santana is standing there in a little bit of shock, just as a pair of black gloves are handed to her from behind.
"You should start carrying your own gloves or else someone might ask me to borrow them again."
Santana smiles and grabs the gloves before turning around, "But, then I'll have to carry a bag, and since you're already carrying a sport bag that fits two pairs, I just thought..." Santana looks at Brittany through her lashes, blinking quickly a few times.
"Fine!" Brittany rolls her eyes. "You're lucky I like you," she smirks looking into the beautiful brown eyes, down to her lips, and then back up to her eyes. She takes a deep breath through her nose and exhales quickly. Then, just as quickly turns around to greet some regulars.
Santana stands there, stunned, looking at Brittany. She likes me. Santana thinks her herself. Just then, a voice interrupts her thoughts.
"You should stop staring; you're making it so obvious." Santana turns around and sees Cassie with her arms folded across her chest and rolling her eyes.
"Excuse me?" Santana says with a little bit of attitude. She's getting a little annoyed with the way Cassie's pot is calling her kettle black.
"You're staring at Brittany and it's so obvious. Please," Cassie says with a tiny little smirk. "Like you'd have a chance," she mumbles under her breath, but not quiet enough for Santana not to hear.
"And what makes you think you do?" Santana says with her hands on her hips and a sway of the neck for added sass.
"Mm, you haven't seen my moves, Lopez. How about I make you a bet," Cassie takes a step closer and lowers her voice, "First one to kiss her wins," Cassie says with confidence. Santana arches an eyebrow and smirks. "Winner gets – wait – what?" Cassie says with her eyes wide and mouth opened. Santana just gives a bigger smirk and wiggles her eyebrows. Cassie's eyebrows furrow and her jaw tightens, "For all I know, you could have forced one upon her, calling it a kiss." She stops to think for a moment, "Let's make this more interesting. First one to sleep with her wins." Santana's mouth drops open as she looks away. Her eyes wide. She looks back at Cassie, unable to respond. She doesn't want to make that kind of bet on Brittany, and worst of all; she can't stop picturing the image of Cassie winning. "Scared, Lopez?" Cassie says when Santana doesn't answer. Cassie gives an evil smirk as she takes off her jacket, revealing a blue sports bra and abs to die for.
Santana's blood starts to boil as a fiery rage starts burning within her. No one speaks of Brittany like a game. Brittany isn't just some bet. She's about to unleash a boatload of bitch onto Cassie when Brittany approaches.
"Will you ladies be joining us today?"
Both Cassie and Santana snap their heads towards their instructor; noticing behind her the rest of the class staring at them as well. Apparently, Brittany has called the class to attention, but both girls were too into their own conversation that neither of them noticed.
Santana looks at Brittany and nods, giving her an apologetic half smile.
Cassie turns to look at Brittany as well, "Of course," she says sweetly and Santana rolls her eyes.
Brittany runs the class through a warm up and simple stretch with the music pumping out of the speakers. As they are stretching, Brittany walks around and helps some of the participants, and then she reaches Santana. She carefully puts her hand on the Latina's back as she pushes her forward so her fingers can touch the floor, she then whispers quietly so only the two of them can hear, "Are you okay?"
Santana takes a quick glance up and nods with the faintest smile.
Brittany gives a small smile and nods as well before standing back up and walking around the class again.
Brittany gets the class to put on their gloves and they start punching and kicking the bags to Brittany's instructions. This time, Santana is paired up with a young brunette girl. Cassie is on the other side of the mats.
Brittany does a few of the moves herself, before walking around again encouraging the class to keep going hard and helping those who are falling behind. She then gets everyone to form a circle with one partner on the outside of the circle, and the other on the inside. Each time they throw a combo, for example, jab-jab-cross-hook, the inner circle shuffles to their right and the outer circle shuffles to their own right, switching the partnership as they repeat the combination.
Santana is so proud of herself for being able to keep up with the rest of the class. She's having so much fun, and all her partners have been very supportive and encouraging. Brittany also shouting encouragement to the class every so often. "Keep it up everyone! Great job! Jab right, jab right, cross left, hook right! Don't get sloppy now, push yourself! Jab-jab-cross-hook! Turn your hip when you hook!"
Brittany is walking around the outside of the circle, monitoring everyone. Santana is in the inner circle working her ass off as she notices her next partner coming up. Cassie. She observes that Cassie's punches are right on point, hitting her partner's glove exactly where she wants. Hitting much harder than Santana could.
They switch partners and Santana is lined up with Cassie. Santana is up first. She does her double jab, a cross, and a hook. Hitting Cassie perfectly in the gloves like she's supposed to. Proud of herself for hooking so well with her right hand considering she's a lefty.
Now, it's Cassie's turn. Jab - jab - cross - hook. Cassie swings her hook extremely wide and Santana arches leaning backwards. Cassie's glove just barely missing Santana's face.
"What the fuck?" Santana yells out and the whole class turns to her attention, including Brittany.
"I'm so sorry," Cassie says apologetically with her hands out towards Santana, "My fault. Are you okay?"
Santana furrows her brows, but Cassie's performance was so convincing that no one would believe she did it on purpose.
"Keep going everyone!" Brittany says as she claps her hands together to bring the rhythm back to the class. The class takes their eyes off Santana slowly as they gather themselves and continue. As they swap over to their partners, Brittany walks up from behind Santana, "Watch your language please."
Santana stops and looks at her instructor with wide eyes, "But she –"
"I know," Brittany says as she puts her hand on Santana's shoulder trying to calm her down, "But still, the language."
Santana huffs as her body fills with anger. She understands that she disturbed the class and that she probably shouldn't have cursed, but it was a reflex, it just came out. She just nods and carries on, punching harder than she needs to.
As they begin to make their second round and Santana reaches Cassie again Santana clenches her teeth as her body tenses while she throws her punches hard against Cassie's gloves; jab right, jab right, cross left, hook right. Cassie, all the meanwhile, smirking like a bitch.
Once it's Cassie's turn, a devilish look enters her eyes. Jab right, jab right, cross left, hook… left. Unexpected, Santana doesn't lean back in time. She closes her eyes expecting to get hit, but she doesn't. She opens her eyes and sees Brittany gripping firmly onto Cassie's forearm. Brittany's eyes are serious, giving off a threatening look at Cassie, her jaw is tight as she shakes her head.
Cassie's expression is priceless. She is so shocked. Her eyes are wide and her mouth is opening and closing, trying to find an excuse. "I – I'm sorry. I – I think I lost count. I – must've, I'm sorry." She says while looking at Brittany.
"Don't apologize to me apologize to the girl you almost hit!" Brittany states, nodding her head towards Santana but not letting go of Cassie's arm.
Santana is still in shock. Her eyes are wide and her heart is pounding. Not only from the extensive workout, but from the fear of almost getting left hooked in the face. There are murmurs around the room, "What happened?" "Who did it?" "Shit, she looks pissed." "Dramaaaaa," one girl sings.
"I'm so sorry, Santana, I didn't mean to," Cassie says apologetically, "I don't know what happened to my count." Cassie looks scared and worried.
Santana knows that Cassie doesn't look scared and worried that she almost punched her – that was intentional. She just looks scared and worried that she got caught in the worst way possible.
Brittany lets go of Cassie's arm as she walks through the class. She separates the class back to singles and finishes off the work out without any partner or bag work. Her energy is still there, but she's obviously not as happy and perky as she was when class first started.
Brittany ends the class with a stretch out and cool down. Before the class finishes completely, Brittany has a few words. "This class is supposed to be a fun way to exercise, meet new friends, and encourage the people around you while being encouraged yourself to work as hard as you can. You're all here to work together to build something better for yourself and have fun doing it. If you're here to fight, you're here for the wrong reason. Fighting in this class is unacceptable and extremely immature, and I will not tolerate it. If I ever see anything like that again, your membership will be permanently terminated," Brittany says as she glances towards Cassie. The whole class nods and stays silent. "Other than that, everyone worked hard so you should be proud of yourselves. I'm sorry this happened in my class and I apologize to anyone who has been made to feel unsafe. This should be and is a safe environment. If you have any questions, please feel free to bring it up with me. So, that's it. Thank you all for coming," Brittany says with a forced smile.
Most of the class nods and smiles, some of them clap, some of them look scared. Cassie looks a little shook up, and Santana is scared seeing Brittany so upset.
Santana goes to grab her water bottle and makes her way to the change room while Brittany stays to answer questions.
Santana decides to take her time in the change room, shaking off her nerves. She washes her face and changes out of her sweaty clothes. When she heads out, she sits on one of the chairs by the reception. Quinn talking to some girls about memberships and selling another girl a bottle of water. Cassie is talking to another girl before she walks towards Brittany. Brittany stands there with her arms crossed. Cassie obviously apologizing to her. First, Brittany shakes her head. Then after a while, Cassie looks genuinely guilty and sad that even Santana feels sorry for her; Brittany nods.
"Everything okay?" Quinn asks when the final girl leaves.
Santana looks up and nods with a smile, "Yeah, everything's fine now."
"I didn't see what happened, but in all my time here, I have never seen Brittany like that before. She's damn scary when she's upset."
"Yeah, she is," Santana nods as she gets up and walks towards the desk. "Is that Cassie girl always like that?" She asks the shorter blonde quietly.
"No… Well, yeah. I mean, she's always blatantly flirting with Brittany, but I've never seen her act like this before. You must've done something to really piss her off. What did you do?"
Santana shakes her head, but she knows it's because she basically told her she kissed Brittany and now Cassie feels like she has competition.
Brittany and Cassie are walking to the desk and Santana huffs and turns to face Quinn. Quinn rolls her eyes.
Brittany's hands are in her jacket pocket as she leans on the desk, Cassie standing next to her like a very obedient dog.
Awkward silence fills the last four members of the studio.
"So, when's your next class?" Cassie asks as she touches Brittany's shoulder.
Brittany puckers her lips and shrugs, not looking at the other girl. "I'm not sure," she says, "I'll be going away again for about a month." Santana's face drops when Brittany looks up at her.
"Where are you going?" Cassie asks, hugging herself.
"To L.A.," Brittany says while looking into Santana's eyes, as Santana looks away."
"Oh," Cassie says quickly. "Well, your schedule is usually posted on the website, so I'll keep an eye out for your class. I gotta head out now. Thanks again for the class, Brittany." She rubs Brittany's back and then looks at Santana, "I'm sorry about what happened, so sorry. Are we okay?"
Santana looks quickly at Brittany and then back at Cassie and shrugs, "Yeah, sure."
"Cool," Cassie breathes out, "See you guys later." She turns and leaves.
Brittany exhales and looks up at Santana, "I'm sorry that happened."
Santana nods and chuckles, "You saved me once again."
Quinn looks between the two of them before sitting down and going through some paperwork.
Brittany breathes out a laugh and shrugs.
"When are you leaving?" Santana inquires, trying to sound like it doesn't bother her.
"Monday," Brittany says as she looks down at the floor, not making eye contact with Santana.
Santana's eyes widen before she lets the information sink in, "Another film?"
"Another shoot for K.O. Kandi," Brittany explains, "Their stunt double got injured, so I have to cover for her until she's ready to come back. They told me it would take about a month." Brittany says with a shrug, still not making eye contact with Santana.
"Will you be seeing Cody?" Quinn askes unexpectedly.
Brittany and Santana both snap their head up to look at Quinn. Brittany's brows are furrowed and Santana looks surprised, but Quinn's head is still down looking at the paperwork.
"Who's Cody?" Santana questions, looking back at Brittany.
"Just a guy I used to stunt with on the show," Brittany says with a shrug.
"Her ex-boyfriend," Quinn says. Brittany snaps her head back at Quinn with wide eyes and a look that screams out 'shut the fuck up'. Quinn's eyes go wide and quickly mouths, 'sorry,' and goes back to her work.
"Shall we go?" Brittany asks Santana with her lips sucked into her mouth.
Santana looks up at her and nods.
Brittany picks up her bag and says bye to Quinn while giving her a pointed look. Quinn giving her back an apologetic smile and says bye to both girls.
The girls walk back in relative silence before Santana can't hold it in anymore, "So, are you going to see him?"
AN: Sorry to leave it there guys. The chapter was getting too long. What a place to break the chapter eh? ;) I haven't had many (if any) cliff hangers for you guys, so I thought I'd tease a little. As for Cody, I wanted to use one of Brittany's actual ex's but then realized all of them have already appeared in my story. (Damnit, Sam would have been perfect for this… too late). Cody is actually a character on Glee as well, and since he's in the entertainment industry, I decided to give him a part in this universe. Plus, I can see him and Brittany hooking up if they had ever met on the show. (Pre-Brittana of course).
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