A/N:
i just found out that I was gonna be without internet for 2 weeks (or more! Waaaaahh!) so I thought I might as well post the next chapter today.
All my chapters aren't beta-ed, soooo.. sorry about all the typos and mistakes. Please don't kill me, lovely grammar nazis. I swear I love language. I just don't have the most perfect eyesight. Or brain :P
Anyhoo... Hope you guys enjoy this one :)
Another A/N at the end of this chapter, btw.
Rent My Pussy
"Santana Lopez, you are officially crazy," Sugar crossed her arms. "You can't be seriously asking me that."
"Just tell me the truth, Sugar! Did you, or did you not come from the future?" I hissed at her, trying to disguise the conversation from other Faunalogy personnel who was in the hallway. "Are you my... my daughter?"
"No!" she flailed her arms in the air. "Are you shitting me right now? Is this a prank? Where's Ashton Kutcher, is he here hiding with a crew?"
I scrunched my eyebrows. "But you look so much like my mom."
"So we share some similarities! Big deal! Once I was mistaken for Gloria Estefan," she shrugged. "Then the guy realized that we weren't in the 60's anymore and I was too young."
"But... but you said you know me more than I knew! And that I made you that way and stuff!" I followed behind her as she walked into the pantry. "What was I supposed to think?"
"I don't know, but thinking that I might be your daughter, who came from the future, was not one of the things I wanted you to figure out!" Sugar snarled at me. "This isn't a sci-fi movie, Santana. This is real life! God, you're so crazy, I'm beginning to regret giving you my blessing."
I furrowed my eyebrows. I still wasn't convinced. "Then, ugh, just tell me what you meant by your comments. You said you knew what my mom looks like, you said you knew I don't talk about my feelings. How could you possibly know that if you didn't come from the future? How?"
"Fine," Sugar threw away the empty sweetener packet that she was holding into the trashcan. "I hired 3 private investigators to follow you around and dig into your past. Run a background check; casually talk to your former teachers, old friends... Y'know, to see if you're a psychopath and shit. Oh and I also hired a psychic just because. You and your stupid breakdown in Vegas made me want to make sure you're worth Brittany's heart, okay? "
"What?" my eyes widened. "You've been following me around? What the fuck?"
"Oh, come on. It's not like they were bothering you at all. I specifically told them to leave you alone when you're in the bathroom and when you're getting your mack on with Britt," she shrugged. "See? I can be considerate sometimes. With great amount of money comes a great... oh my God," Sugar suddenly laughed. "I'm cracking myself up. I don't really care about you. I only told the P.I.s to do respect half of your privacy because it involves Brittany. And Brittany would kill me if she knew about this so..." she put her index finger in front of her puckered lips. "Hush, please."
I rolled my eyes. "Wow, thanks for keeping the creepers away from my bathroom tiles."
"You're welcome. Like I said," Sugar continued stirring her coffee. "I love Brittany and respect her and I'd do anything to keep her away from low-life leeches... which, you've already proved that you're not."
I narrowed my eyes at her. I still wasn't convinced. "Alright, then... answer me this: why did you say I love you when we hugged?"
Sugar doubled over with laughter. She accidentally hit the coffee cup that was on the counter, but thank God it didn't make a big mess. Somehow I just knew she would've made me clean up the mess if it did.
"You thought I was saying that to you? Oh my God this is too funny! Okay," she took a deep breath. "Do you remember who was standing behind you?"
"The assistant director in the wheelchair?"
"Mm-hmm, exactly," she sipped the coffee. "We've been dating since before the project was an idea. He's my boyfriend. I was mouthing the words to him. Didn't realize it came out that loud."
"I... I didn't know you guys were dating."
"Nobody does. Except for Brittany 'cause I needed someone to unload. Artie and I didn't want to make it a big deal since, y'know, we were going to be working on the same project and stuff."
"What happened to his legs?" I suddenly sympathized with the guy. I remembered he had to carry all these things for the director while wheeling himself with one hand.
Sugar walked out of the pantry with her coffee in hand and once again, I followed.
"He got into a car accident with his mom when he was 8. Haven't stepped on the ground ever since," she answered.
"Sorry to hear that," I frowned. That was really sad. "You say it like it's nothing, though."
"I have to," she shrugged and put her coffee down on her desk. "Or else it's something, and we don't want it to be a thing because if it's a thing then it's a burden. And I really don't feel like his disability is a burden to us. I know I'm a spoiled brat who'd never liked the complicated stuff, but being with him made me realize that.. if you find yourself willing to really be with someone... then you know. You know that they're the one."
That was... certainly not what I was expecting, and not what I was used to hear, from Sugar.
"You think you're going to get married someday?"
The woman looked at me and coyly shrugged. "Maybe. Probably. I know we want to."
I tilted my head. "What's holding you back?"
"He... he really wants us to walk down the aisle after we say our vows," she smiled and I felt my heart break. "So right now I'm investing in this robotic program that could make his legs work again. But there's only so much money could buy. Without the right minds, mathematical calculations, or working formulas and materials, there's nothing else we can do but wait."
I hated to admit it, but I wanted to cry so bad. It must be hard for their relationship to work. I mean, seriously. There had got to be some sacrifices made and they sure wouldn't have come cheap. Hearing Sugar be so sincere about something was such a pleasant surprise.
"Y'know, Sugar?" I smiled at her and tried to keep my tears from falling. "You're alright. I wish you guys the best of luck."
She looked back at me and grinned. "Thanks."
I turned around to pick up my lovely girlfriend at her office. Listening to Sugar's story made me want to give Brittany a big warm hug. As planned, we were going to Vegas for a whole week (bow chica wow wow), and we agreed that we meet at Faunalogy before we take the late flight. She had arranged for the cats to be taken with a special car so that they wouldn't have endure the airplane engine's deafening sound.
"Oh, Santana," called Sugar right when I was about to leave the room.
I turned around. "Yeah?"
"Have fun in Vegas. And in case you're wondering," Sugar casted a serious look at me. "Artie still has full use of his penis."
"Oh my God," I could taste my lunch coming up my throat as Sugar laughed her ass off. "I'm gonna throw up."
"So... why do you look like you're about to cry? Are you okay?" asked Brittany about 30 minutes after take off.
"Sugar told me about her relationship with her boyfriend and I couldn't stop thinking about it," I sighed. "You know... the guy in the wheelchair?
"Artie?"
"Yeah, him."
"Oh," Brittany pursed her lips. "Yeah."
"It's just so unfair, Britt. I mean... why? Y'know?"
Brittany stared at me for a second. "You mean why he was in an accident?"
I nodded. "Yeah. That. And like... why do bad things happen to good people in general? So unfair."
"Santana... you don't even know Artie."
My eyes widened like I was a frog. "Are you saying he's not a good person? Shit, does Sugar know?"
"No, no, wait," Brittany shook her head. "That's not what I meant. I just meant... you're being weird."
"I'm not being weird, you are," I pouted before I took a sip of my airplane wine. "How long have they been dating?"
Brittany tapped her chin with her finger to recall the memory. "I think they became official last year. They went to high school together, but then lost touch when they graduated."
"Really? How did they find each other again?"
Brittany grinned hard and pointed at herself.
"No way," my eyes widened. "Rent My Pussy?"
Brittany nodded proudly. "The one and only. Artie was feeling particularly low one day. His friends took him to Vegas but left him alone in the suite because he couldn't exactly hop from club to club."
"Harsh," I chimed in.
"Yup," Brittany agreed. "So... like you, he went through some biz cards, and ended up calling my 1-800 number. I talked to him for a bit and agreed to come over to see his place. However, that night I had another meeting with another client. Naturally, I asked Sugar – and her personal bodyguard at the time – to do the preliminary visit. The rest is history."
I looked at my girlfriend in awe. "How did the world deserve you?"
She chuckled. "I'm not that great. Just a few days ago I was burned by the red fires of jealousy and mauled you in front of an audience," she finished dramatically.
I shook my head. "No, seriously. You can like... change the world and come up with ways to create world peace. You're just that awesome, and you should be... the president of the world. Like, the captain of the world. No, wait... which one's awesomer? The ruler of the universe! Yeah that's who you are. And I hate that we so far away from each other in first class," I pouted. "I just want to snuggle with the captain of the universe."
Brittany laughed. She put her elbow on the armrest and rested her head on her hand. "You're tipsy, aren't you?"
I stared at her lips for a few seconds as my brain tried to register her words. Then I looked down at my half full wine glass.
I stuck my tongue out and scrunched my nose. "Nooo– yeah... Maybe a widdle bit."
She laughed. "The perks of being in first class. How many glasses have you had?"
"4... or 5, I don't know. This is really good wine, Britt," I lifted my glass. "It's sweet and fruity but it's got a punch to it. Reminds me of you."
"Oh really? Do I really taste like that?"
"You taste infinitely better," I shrugged nonchalantly and took a sip. "But this wine is a close second. Hic!"
"You know, if you weren't drunk, I would've invited you to join the Mile High club."
My eyes widened at her words. "I'm not drunk! Let's go to the bathroom I'm completely sober!"
"Sshh!" Brittany reached over the console and covered my mouth. "Santana, people are staring, baby," she laughed.
"Come on, Britt. Let me unbuckle my– wait, how do you do th– Brittany, the seatbelt's being mean," I whined. "It won't let me open it, Britt!"
Brittany laughed again. "God, you're adorable. I tell you what. If you behaved during this flight, which only has like 20 minutes left – and sober up, I'll maaaybe get you in that club for our flight back. How does that sound?"
"Not fair," I pouted.
"How about if I added 3 days of interesting lady sex in the jacuzzi in my room?"
I grinned mischievously and pressed the attendant button. Even in my drunken state I still recognized the thrill of the...
Oh who am I kidding with the fancy words? Let's try that again.
Even in my drunken state I still get horny.
Yeah, that totally sounded more like me.
When the stewardess arrived at my seat I quickly gave her my wine glass. "No more. For me. No more."
Brittany snorted. "I think what she's trying to say is that she's had enough of the wine, thank you."
The stewardess smiled at us understandingly and left with my tray. When she closed the curtain to the pantry, Brittany leaned over and gave me a kiss on the top of my head. "Good girl. Now just relax cause we only got 10 minutes before we descend."
When I woke up the next morning, I couldn't even remember how I got into bed. The last thing I remember was passing out in the plane, then walking into Brittany's apartment in the Ogden... then nothing else.
Looking under the blanket, I found out that I had my pajamas on, so... Brittany must've changed my outfit for me. I smiled to myself at her thoughtfulness. I knew she must've spent a little more time being awake than she was supposed to because of me. She already had to take care of the cats in the next room, and then she had to make sure I slept comfortably?
Speaking of my wonderful blonde girlfriend... something smelled really good was coming from her kitchen.
(I mean food, people. Stop lusting after my girlfriend!)
"Get your breakfast if you're awake, babe," I heard her voice calling me. Was it too much to say that she had this sixth sense about me?
I sat up and stepped out of the bed. "Okay! Thanks, babe."
I made a quick stop in front of the mirror to fix my bed hair, even though Brittany had seen it countless times before. I gotta say, I kinda looked sexy with my messy hair. I would've loved it more if it were my sex hair, but this was almost just as good.
"Morning," smiled Brittany. She was already in her sweats and sneakers, busy getting us plates and utensils. It looked like she got up early to score us some breakfast since her stove was still lemony clean.
"Morning," I walked over and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Did you tell the concierge to get our groceries before we came?"
"Yeah," Brittany nodded. "If you're looking for your apple juice, they're in the fridge."
"Awesome," I grabbed a glass. "Do you want your OJ?"
"Yes, please. Thank you."
A couple of minutes later we were both sitting on her couch, enjoying the delectable breakfast that she got for us. We talked and talked about nothing and everything. It felt so very domestic, it felt good, but most importantly... it felt right.
"Where did you get these, babe?" I asked her about the beignets I was eating. "These are good."
"Aren't they?" she put a piece in her mouth. "Eat."
"I am! They're so good.. Where did you get them?"
"Eat."
"Britt," I put down my fork. "Can't you see that I am eating? Did you develop some weight kink I need to know about? Cause I know putting on some weight means bigger boobs, but..." I looked down my body. "I kinda like my body the way it is."
Brittany chuckled, shook her head and pointed at a large brown bag on the kitchen counter. "What does that say, Santana?"
I turned my head around to read the logo. "It says 'Eat'," I blushed.
"Exactly," Brittany gave my arm a couple of pats. "I got it from Eat. It's right around the block from here. I didn't just say the word because I want you to gain weight or anything. I love your body the way it is too, baby."
"Well, good," I gave her a peck on the lips. "Cause this hot bod takes a lot of work and I do it just," a kiss, "for," another kiss, "you," and one more.
She put her plate on the coffee table, then mine, then she wrapped both her arms around my neck. "Is it too late for morning sex?"
"It's never too late, or too early, for anything sex with you, honey," I smiled and surrendered to her pull. The next thing I knew we were all horizontal on her couch, making out.
"Deja vu," I told her when we break apart.
"As long as you don't push me away again," she winked.
"Uh-uh," I shook my head. "I've learned my lesson. Not this time."
"Awesome. Cause my pussy's hungry."
I cocked an eyebrow. "Isn't it the other way around? Isn't your pussy the one that has to be eaten?"
She raised her eyebrow and asked, "you wanna eat Charity?"
"Really, Britt?" I rolled my eyes and rolled off her. "You're still doing this to me? Really?"
She laughed. "I'm sorry, baby. But I just remembered I need to refill the cat feeder. Otherwise all 10 of them are gonna be really upset at me later. You don't wanna know how messy they can get."
"Fine," I huffed.
"Aw, come on. How about you turn on the jacuzzi..." she trailed a finger down my pajamas and somehow flicked a button open. "And I'll come join you there... and we'll have that interesting lady sex," she made air quotes with her fingers, "until we get dirty enough to get clean."
I hopped up to my feet and she laughed at my enthusiasm. "See now that's an idea I can get behind!"
"I knew you'd appreciate it," she stood up and walked to get the cat food. "Okay, you know where everything is, so... knock yourself out. I'll be in this other room and when I come back... you better be naked."
She gave me a little wink before sexily whipping her hair to walk away from me.
Dear God my girlfriend is hot.
I walked back into the room and collected the scented candles Brittany had on her vanity. I also got a few extra towels from the closet, just in case. Then, when I thought I was ready to head to the bathroom, I heard Brittany's phone ring. At first I ignored it, but whoever it was on the other side of the line kept calling her number. It must be important, right?
"Hello?" I picked it up.
"Hi," the voice on the other line greeted back. It was a middle-aged man, from what I could hear. And his background was pure silence.
"Um... can I help you with anything?"
"Yeah, um... is this, uh, Rent My Pussy?"
Shit. Shit shit shit!
"Uh, yes it is," I put on my sweetest voice even though I was panicking inside. I didn't realize Brittany's 1-800 number was linked to her cellphone. "Are you looking to rent?
"Yes. Yes I am."
"Um," I cleared my throat as I tried to remember my first call with Brittany. "Okay, I'm gonna have to collect a little bit of information. Is it okay if I asked you some questions?"
"No," the guy said. "Go ahead."
"First of all... what's your name?"
"Rick. But my girls call me Big Rick because, well... because of Little Rick."
"Is that your son?"
The man on the other line roared with laughter. "Is that your son? Oh my God you sound hot and you're hilarious. No, sweetheart, Little Rick is what makes me BIG Rick, if you get my drift."
I cringed. Hard. I decided to just move on from the subject. "Okay, Rick... will you still be in Vegas for the whole rent duration, which are 1 day, 3 days or one whole week?"
"Yes. 3 days," he quickly answered. Woah. Someone's eager. Not that it was a surprise.
"Great, thanks. Third question... what's your current living arrangement? Are you visiting and staying in a hotel? Or do you actually live here in a house?"
"I live here in Vegas, actually, and I own a house."
"Awesome, thanks," I scribbled down his answer.
"Say, are you as pretty as your voice?"
I raised my eyebrow and looked at the phone pointedly. I knew the man couldn't see me, but still. "Excuse me?"
"Sorry, you just sound so sexy... I bet you're an animal in bed."
I felt my jaw tightened, but I tried to stay patient. I kept saying to myself what Brittany said to me: everybody has a reason to call.
"So, you want an animal, huh?" I asked him. "Well, it's not going to be me, but if you want someone with claws... you won't be disappointed."
"Shit, I can't wait," the man breathed out and my stomach dropped out of disgust.
"Hold your horses, man," I stopped him before he pulled down his zipper. He sounded like he was gonna do it any second. "You still need to tell me some things about you like... how, um, how you like your pussy?"
"What?"
"Yeah, like... fuzzy or smooth?"
"Oh, I like them smooth, babe," he told me with a cloak of sleaziness covering his voice. "I like it straightforward."
I closed my eyes. God, the things Brittany had to endure to help these people. "Okay. And then... we've established that you like an animal, so I'm guessing you're not really a cuddler?"
"Never been a cuddler, but maybe if I met the right girl...?"
Ew. I couldn't see him, but I could tell he was wiggling his eyebrows. I could just tell.
Deciding that I couldn't talk to him any longer, I asked Rick for an address and a good time to meet. I told him to have a nice day, and he told me he knew he was going to have a great day if he had a pussy with him.
It took me everything to not throw Brittany's phone to the wall. Seriously. How revolting could this business be?! How could my girlfriend put up with these sleazebags?
I went from excited-to-be-having-lady-sex-in-the-jacuzzi to a complete doom and gloom. When Brittany found me in the room, I was sitting on the corner of the bed holding out a piece of paper for her.
"Here," I said. "You have a client."
She took the piece of paper. "You picked up the phone?"
"The guy called 3 times. I thought it was important, so I picked it up. I didn't know you can answer 1-800 on your phone. Sorry."
She smiled at me apologetically. "Yeah, there's an app for it. And it's okay. Thanks for covering for me, baby."
I gave her a small smile back, still feeling queasy from the conversation I just had. "Sure."
Brittany took a seat right next to me. "Did you ask him the questions?"
"Some of them," I sighed. "But I didn't get them all. I forgot to mention to him that we'd need to check out his place before renting out a pussy. I got too grossed out."
"I see," Brittany nodded. "Well, does he live in a house or is he staying in a hotel?"
"He owns a house."
"It's fine then," Brittany smiled at me. "That means any property damage is his responsibility. All we have to do is come over there with a few choice cats. We'll have our little talk with him and I'll decide which one he gets."
"That easy?" I frowned. "Britt this guy sounds like a douche. Like, a Grade A massive douche. I don't think this is the kind of person who wants to be helped."
"That's why we're going there to feel him out, babe. I'm sensing the conversation threw you off?"
I huffed and rubbed my arms to settle down the goosebumps I had. "Yeah. It was just so... degrading. So gross and disgusting. I don't know how you do it."
"You know... the first time I answered the call, I thought the guy was super sleazy too," she stroked my hair and I rested my head on her shoulder. "But when I finally met the guy, he turned out to be this very sweet man who was just trying too hard. Sometimes we just need to have an actual conversation with the person calling."
I sighed again. "I know. I just... I just wish you didn't have to listen to crazy stuff like this."
Brittany kissed the top of my head. "Someone has to."
"I'm coming with you to the his house later, okay?" I pulled away from her shoulder. "I don't want you going alone."
"If it makes you feel better... okay. What time does he want to see us?"
"He said around 4," I answered.
Brittany read the address that I wrote on the paper. "This isn't too far. I know the area... it's about 20 minutes south from here. How about we just... lazy around for now, grab a little lunch at Fremont around 1 and head over to his house after?"
I nodded. "Sounds good. I don't think I wanna do anything right now."
She smiled at me and pushed herself up the bed. "How 'bout we cuddle? Think you crawl up here?"
I turned around and saw that she had her arms opened for me. She did this little dance move with her shoulders and I had to smile at that.
"Can't say no to the wriggly shoulders, can I?" I moved up the bed.
"No, you can't," she wiggled her shoulders again. "In some parts of the world it's a very seductive move."
I laughed. Then I laid down next to her and basically hid myself in the crook of her neck. I felt like I needed her safety.
"I love you," I reminded her and kissed her collarbone.
She wrapped her arms around me and rubbed my back. "I love you too."
I lost my appetite for jacuzzi sex that morning, but getting ready for lunch meant getting naked in the shower with Brittany. And I mean... really? Who could say no to the perkiness of her everything? Rest assured that we both got dirty before we got clean. Before we got dirty and clean again.
Wink wink, nudge nudge.
And then we went to lunch, which was very somber and it was mostly my fault. I couldn't get the guy's voice out of my head, and Brittany knew it. She also knew to let me be alone with my thoughts sometimes in order for me to sort myself out. So she quietly ate her vietnamese sandwich while I kept myself busy thinking about other possible ways to help so-called lonely people. Of course, I came up empty handed. Eventually, I gave up and decided to just enjoy the short time I had with my girlfriend before we had to go to the guy's house.
"Don't worry," said Brittany as the waiter put down the credit card she used to pay the bill. She won the paying battle today, but I already knew I was going to win the next one. "Once we get there, if you don't feel like staying, we can just go."
"Really? But... wouldn't that go against helping people?"
She shrugged. "Maybe... But then I'd be helping you, right? It's kind of the same."
"No," I shook my head. "No. This is your thing. It shouldn't matter if I get, like, goosebumps, or if I wanted to kick this guy in the balls."
"Tell you what. IF he turns out to be a real asshole, you can kick him in the balls. But ONLY if I agreed to it."
"You're serious? I can do that?"
Brittany nodded and chuckled. "You're too excited about this. Should I be worried?"
I shrugged. "Only if you have balls."
"Alright," Brittany stood up. "You ready? David's waiting outside with the Pussy Mobile."
"You're kidding."
"Nope," she popped the 'p' sound. "There's a Pussy Mobile outside."
"Yeah, but... it's not like it's a car with the word "Pussy" on its sides, right?"
Brittany smirked. "I don't know. Is it?"
To my relief, the Pussy Mobile was actually a plain white stretch SUV limo. The only thing that marked it was the license plate that said "B5P55Y". It was basically BSPUSSY, but not that obvious. I loved Brittany like crazy, but if the P word was written anywhere on that car, I would've called up my guy at Hertz and rented my own car – no matter how overpriced it was to drive an eco-friendly car.
The first 20 minutes of the drive was awesome. David, Brittany's Vegas driver, put on a Car-aoke playlist that he made and all three of us ended up singing songs we deemed lame when they were released, but awesome after years of not listening to them. Like... Britney Spears' Sometimes, for example. Or... O Town's We Fit Together (which was actually my guilty pleasure. I mean, have you heard those lyrics? So naughty!).
I felt bad for the cats, but Brittany assured me that their little pens were soundproof and it had classical music playing through the speakers. She said classical music was actually a part of Faunalogy's behavioral therapy and it was based on someone's years and years of research. I was skeptical, but I knew squat about cats and animal therapy, so... I chose to put my faith in my girlfriend.
The last 10 minutes of our drive, though, I started to notice a change to Brittany's demeanor. She was perfectly fine belting out Madonna's Crazy For You, but the minute we drove into a particular housing development, she completely shut down.
No, not just quiet. I could tell she was panicking – or at least stressing about something. Her knee started to bounce up and down, and every time I asked her if she was alright, she wouldn't look at me as she told me that she was. That, my friends, was a sign of trouble. For as long as I knew her, Brittany had always been honest with me when it came to her feelings. Now that she wasn't... I didn't know what to think.
"24... 26... 27! That's the house," I told David, who immediately found a parking spot for the really long car we were in. I turned to my girlfriend. "Britt, we're here."
Brittany was so deep in her thoughts when I looked at her. Her eyes were glossy and her lips were moving to words I couldn't hear.
"Baby?" I carefully placed a hand on her arm to not startle her. "Brittany, we're here."
"Huh?" she snapped out of her thoughts. "Oh. Um. Yeah, sorry."
"Are you okay?" I searched in her eyes for something. I didn't know what it was, but if I had found it, I would've told David to drive us home.
Unfortunately, David opened the door for Brittany and she turned around to get out of her side of the car before I could find out what was bothering her. I followed her and got out of my door to find her already waiting at Rick's front door. Man, she walked fast.
"Did you ring the bell–"
"Are you sure you wanna be here?" Brittany cut me off.
"Me?"
"Yeah," she nodded. "We can go if you want."
I shook my head. "No, Britt. This is your thing and I want to support you, okay?"
"I don't... I don't think this is a good idea," she mumbled and bit her bottom lip.
"I'm okay," I reassured her. "Really, I am. Besides, you said I could kick him in the balls. The offer still stands, right?"
She smiled. "Right."
"So let's just ring the bell," I said as I reached over to press the small button in front of Brittany.
"Shit! No!" Brittany hissed. "Santana!"
"What?"
"Come on," she grabbed my wrist. "Let's just go."
"What? Why?"
"Because–"
As if on cue, the front door opened. Both Brittany and I took a deep breath before turning to face the owner of the house. The difference was; while I had my face held high to face the sleazeball, Brittany quickly looked down like she wanted the earth to swallow her like an ostrich.
It didn't work though, because,
"Brittany?"
Yup. That happened. The middle-aged douche called her name.
"Well, I'll be," he said again with a creepy grin and Brittany tightened her grip on my wrist. "Damn. Like mother, like daughter, huh?"
"Excuse me?" I had to intervene and take over. Something was very wrong. "You Rick?"
He looked at me and nodded. "Rick, I am. And you must be the very sexy voice who answered my call this morning."
I gave him a half smile. "Yeah, I'm Santana and this is–"
"Brittany S. Pierce," he spelled out his name. "Yeah, I know."
"Um," I looked at Brittany who was still looking at her sandals. For the first time in my life, Brittany looked so fragile and small. Instantly, I felt the need to protect her. "How did you know her name?"
He snorted. "Let me introduce myself again," he offered me a handshake that I reluctantly took. "Rick Pierce. Nice to meet you."
A/N:
Dear Sugar from the Future fans,
I hope I didn't offend you with this chapter :( While I reeeeally love the idea of Sugar being the future Brittana baby, this story isn't about time machines and/or warps. Hope you'll still read the next chapters :)
To everybody else who's reading: Thanks so much! I'll see you in... 2-3 weeks, hopefully. Anything more than that would just be torture, right? I mean... who the fuck is Rick?!
Alright, then. Let's slow it down with a stoned soul picnic.
I'm out :)