Brittany was starting to keep her things that night and was bending over when she saw a shadow fall upon her front. When she stood back straight up, she was met by Santana's brown eyes.
"Hi," she smiled.
"Hi, Britt. Nice job, eh..." Santana let her eyes wander across the room.
"Yeah…" Brittany smiled. "I work here, part-time, though. I've got college education, you know."
"I know, right," Santana smiled.
"So, what brought you here…and more importantly, how did you get in here?"
"Well, what brought me here, was you. And I got in here not using the front door where the doorman sits and guards it," Santana answered coolly.
"Smart answer, Lopez. What do you want?"
"Nothing. I just feel sad," Santana said as she looked away.
A short 'oh' from the blonde's mouth and she sat Santana on a chair. Pulling another one from somewhere else and sitting on the other chair, she faced Santana.
"Okay, spill."
"I missed you, best friend," Santana confessed.
Brittany wished to high heavens that there shouldn't be a 'best friend' but a 'babe' chucked in the conversation. But, instead, Brittany cleared her throat and smiled at Santana.
"Well, come," she motioned for Santana to stand up, which the brunette quickly complied. "Hold on to me."
Santana obeyed Brittany. Pretty soon they were facing each other, and Santana looked shyly at a beaming Brittany.
"Want to dance?" Brittany asked with enthusiasm.
"I…" Santana stammered. "I don't know how to dance…"
"Come on. Just trust me, okay?" Brittany said confidently and smiled at Santana for an added measure.
"Okay," Santana breathed as she heard music play from Brittany's phone.
"I recorded your piano piece, you know. Is…it…okay? I mean, are you okay with it?" Brittany rambled as they danced.
"Yeah…well, yeah, it's fine," Santana said, her feet started to follow Brittany's steps. Step…close…step…to the tune of the piano. It wasn't clearly recorded, unlike HD audios, but the music could be heard, in the least.
Santana and Brittany soon danced in the room as if they were just the only ones in the whole world. They danced, as if it was their last. Santana poured everything that she felt for Brittany that moment.
"You're a good dancer…" Santana said, suddenly her lips was turning bone dry.
"You're not bad yourself, too. Maybe you ought to be dancing a lot more. Come here more often?" Brittany proposed.
"I…maybe," Santana shrugged.
Brittany wished for the song to just keep on playing, but like all other songs, and like all other beautiful things, it ended so soon.
Brittany pulled Santana close to her, way too closer than ought to be and paused, their chests heaving for air.
"Wow," Brittany breathed.
"Wow…" Santana smiled softly and wiped a few stray locks of her raven-coloured hair.
They sat in silence for a few more minutes and just sat beside each other. Santana liked the silence, and surprisingly, the dark, constricting feeling that usually gets to her on times when there is silence like what she had been right now wasn't lurking at all.
Suddenly, all that she could feel was the blonde's hand on her own. It was like Santana's head suddenly grew light and she was floating on mid-air.
"Thanks…" Brittany smiled as she looked intently at Santana's brown eyes, and they have captivated her.
"Thanks, too…" Santana smiled back, conveying everything she had wanted to say using her eyes, channelling all that she had felt for the blonde into the stare.
The moments slowed down, and all Santana could hear was the ringing in her ear and Brittany leaned in to kiss Santana, but Santana pulled away.
"I…I think, I…I think we should get going…" Santana mumbled, her head tilted away and Brittany sighed.
"I'm…I'm sorry," Brittany deadpanned and quickly grabbed her bag from the floor and walked ahead towards the door. She felt rejected, she felt as if Santana did not want her.
But Santana needn't have to see it.
"Brittany, wait!" Santana called the blonde.
"Yeah?" Brittany's heart seemed to leap out of her chest.
"Can…Can we grab a slice of pizza…together?" Santana asked, her voice hopeful.
"Sure," the answer was short and stoic and Santana knew that Brittany was royally pissed off at her.
"I'm really sorry, Brittany," Santana sighed. "I'm…just…I'm just not ready for it, right now."
"I know," Brittany sighed sadly. "I'm sorry. And I won't push you again," she added with resentment.
"Are we still cool?" Santana asked.
"Course we are," Brittany's lips curved into a smile.
"Thanks," Santana said as they came into the pizza store.
"No problem, San." Brittany took Santana's hand and went inside.
They ordered, took the pizzas out and went to Brittany's apartment. Quinn wasn't there, as usual and Santana was glad Quinn wasn't there at all. Brittany rummaged through the fridge for a drink and she brought two soda cans back with her to the living room. She handed one to Santana and sat beside the brunette.
"You okay?" Santana asked.
"Yeah," Brittany answered all too soon. Santana just quirked an eyebrow at the blonde, as if telling Brittany 'yeah right'.
"Well, I'm really fine, you know. I just…I just," Brittany sighed.
I love you and you did not let me kiss you, do you think I am okay with it?
"I know," Santana said patiently. "Just give me some time. And Sam…what about him?"
"Yeah, maybe I should. But, let's just say Sam was great and all…it's just that I can't see him with me five years from now."
"He's perfect for you, and me…I'm never enough for anyone," Santana said, her pizza slice long been put aside.
"Hey, baby…" Brittany tilted Santana's head and cupped the shorter girl's chin. "You're so beautiful. You're imperfect, but a little imperfection could make you the most beautiful individual in this world…" suddenly, Brittany felt that words aren't enough, and she leaned in to kiss Santana.
And Santana Lopez did not pull away this time.
The kiss wasn't torrid, nor was it needy. It was just…perfect. Words can't fully describe it. It was slow, soft, gentle, caressing, and trustworthy. They did not even dare to do more than kiss each other.
It was full of love and that kiss has triggered something inside Brittany. She knows what kind of trouble she's going in. And she also knew that having a relationship with Santana was the least safe for her.
But she wouldn't care.
Suddenly, there was an annoying knock on the door and it was Santana who stood up first.
"Let me," Santana smiled before kissing Brittany's lips one last time and went to the door.
She opened it, and she almost wanted to puke right then and there as her eyes popped out of her head.
"Hi, is Brittany in?" Sam Evans' voice cut through Santana's storming mind. He was holding a bouquet of roses in his right hand and a bottle of champagne was tucked under his right arm, and he was holding what seemed to be a velvet box on his left palm.
She looked past into Sam's gaze and caught a glimpse of the person standing behind Sam. She had seen that man a few times back, on Brittany's photographs and frames.
It was Brittany's father.