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You wake up with the chill of the morning New York air hitting your naked skin. You scrunch your face up in annoyance and pull the covers over your shoulders to shield yourself. Where has your hot water bottle gone?
You're too tired to peak your eyes open and look for her so you just reach your arm out and swish it through the silk covers, trying to find Santana's warm body. You smile when the back of your hand brushes against something smooth and warm. Without opening your eyes you shuffle along the bed until you can wrap your arm across her stomach and mold into her side. Mmm warmth.
You feel her stomach contract when you pull her tight against your chest and you can't stop your eyes from opening. She's smiling, but her eyes are still shut. The covers are draped perfectly across her chest, just covering her nipples which you know are bare. God.
'You're staring.' She giggles. You feel her stomach move again when she laughs and you smile.
Shuffling closer a little bit, you place a gentle kiss to her shoulder and feel the air escape from her chest. You can't believe you got to kiss so much of this skin last night, her lips, her chest, her abs, her thighs, her…Jesus….and the Spanish? Ughhh.
'Say something in Spanish.' You say groggily, cursing your morning voice. Why does she sound so sexy in the morning and you sound like an old woman run down with the flu?
'Why?' Santana chuckles. She opens her eyes and looks at you and your voice catches in your throat for a second. Eight hours without looking into those eyes kind of makes you forget how alluring they are.
'I want to learn something.' You say slowly, still trying to recover from the look in her eyes.
'What do you want to learn to say?' She asks. The way she's smiling at you is so damn adorable. Her eyes are still sleepy, her smile is lopsided because she hasn't fully woken yet, and you can see the outline of one of her dimples trying to break through her smile.
'Say…Adorable.' You say softly. You want to be able to compliment her in her own language.
You watch Santana bite her bottom lip and giggle breathlessly.
'Adorable.' She giggles.
'No, in Spanish Santana.' You roll your eyes at her.
'Adorable is adorable in Spanish Britt.' She chuckles.
Oh.
Well that's confusing…
You feel a blush cover your cheeks but you ignore it.
'Oh…Well, what does Te amo mean?' You ask. You vaguely remember Santana saying it last night but you were too sleepy to persist her in what it meant.
'What?' Santana asks.
'You said that last night.'
'No I didn't.' She says quickly. You turn your head a little to get a better look at her. She looks kind of shocked and you don't know why.
'Yes you did.' You say. You might have been sleepy but you remember her saying it.
'I was sleepy Britt, I didn't know what I was saying.' She says quickly. 'It probably wasn't even Spanish.'
'Sleepy language?' You smile. 'I do that sometimes too. Dad got pretty good at learning my sleepy language. Like if I said hiss ight? It meant kiss good night?'
You watch Santana's shocked expression melt away into a gentle smile. 'Well, now I know what you want when you say that.'
'Hiss ight?' You say with a devilish smile.
'It's morning Britt.' She smirks.
You frown and scrunch your brow up. That's true. 'Hiss goo orning?'
Santana smiles softly and cranes her neck to reach you. She's so cute when she's tired. You help her by pulling her a little bit closer and extending your neck up to kiss her soft lips. Mmmm. Vanilla and cinnamon.
She tries to pull away but you don't let her, you need more. Tangling your fingers in the hair draping over the back of her neck, you coax her back to your lips. You smile into the kiss when she follows without hesitation. Her bottom lip slips between yours and you suck it gently into your mouth, closing your eyes at the heavenly sound of Santana moaning. You'll never get sick of this.
You pull her even closer and this time she has to turn onto her side to face you because she has nowhere else to go. Her breasts push up against yours and your breath catches in your throat. Jesus. She's so hot.
You drag your hands from the nape of her neck down her arm, over her ribs and down her side. You smile when you get to her hip and realize you still haven't come into contact with any clothing.
'You're naked.' You giggle when she breaks for air. Santana smirks and traces her own hand down your body. You feel your skin prickle as her fingertips graze your bare skin. Ugh. When she reaches your panties she loops her index finger inside them and pulls them slightly towards her.
'You are semi-naked.' She says, snapping the garment back to your skin. 'So I've updated the no-shirt rule…'
'Oh yeah?' You quirk your brow, not bothering to hide the massive smile spreading from cheek to cheek.
'Hmm no pants either, or underwear.' Santana smirks devilishly.
'And what if I don't follow those rules?' You ask, but you already know you will. Just the thought Santana wants you naked all the time, whenever you're in her room, makes your heart race a million miles a minute.
'You don't get to sleep in my bed.' Santana wagers. She's still smirking and you know she's challenging you, and you want to challenge her back but this is just one of those things that you don't have the strength to fight her on, you want it too.
'Really?' You tease further.
'Yep.' She giggles.
You bite your bottom lip and shrug your shoulders. 'Well I guess I have no choice then.'
Carefully, you go to work at edging your underwear down your legs. Santana can't really see what you're doing under the covers, that explains the weird look she's giving you, she probably thinks you have ants in your pants or something. She'll find out soon. If you can just get them off your ankle…argh.
'What are you doing?' Santana asks curiously. She said it so slow you think she might actually already know what you're doing but you don't give her any confirmation. You reach your hand down and unhook your panties from your ankle and bring them back through the covers. You only just catch Santana's eyes go wide as you throw them onto the floor. 'Oh fuck, Jesus.'
'Better?' You ask simply.
Santana stares at you with wide eyes. Her mouth opens and closes quickly as she struggles to get enough air into her lungs.
'Better.' She coughs awkwardly.
God, she's so cute.
You're leaning forward to give her a well-deserved kiss on the lips when suddenly the room is filled with an insistent buzzing.
'Shit.' Santana growls. She moves sluggishly to pick up her phone but you grip her hip just in time, pulling her back towards you.
'Don't answer it.' You whisper, and kiss her before she has a chance to argue. She doesn't put up a fight.
When the sound finally vanishes you take that moment of relief to guide your tongue into Santana's mouth, and let your hands wander back down her body.
'Mmm.' She hums as your hand runs down the expanse of her lower back. You can't believe you get to do this. How are you this lucky? You have this amazingly sexy Goddess next to you in bed, and you get to touch her and kiss her and…
Damn phone!
The buzzing fills the air again and you release a slow growl into Santana's mouth. Whoever is calling better have a damn good reason for interrupting your make out session!
'Argh.' Santana groans and pulls away from your lips. You pout in disappointment. This morning was supposed to be your turn, Santana was supposed to return the favour from last night. Not that she has to or anything, but she said she would, and you kind of have been hanging out for this moment. Your birthday night was just a sample of what she is capable of, and you need to know more.
Santana rolls in the opposite direction along the bed and reaches her arm out, grabbing her phone of her bedside table violently and bringing it back with her. You watch as she fiddles with the screen before placing it on her pillow.
'What?' She says in frustration as she shuffles back over to you. You're not quite sure who she is talking to because she's not really looking at you and you didn't say anything. Is she okay?
'Don't sound so excited to hear from me Miss Lopez.' You hear a loud voice shoot through her phone. Your eyes flick back to Santana in time to catch her smirk before she pushes you back to the bed and rolls on top of your body. Oh God you can feel everything. So hot.
'What do you want Beiste, I'm already working tonight so I know it can't be that?' Santana says before lowering down to start kissing your neck. Jesus. Your hands fly to her side to keep her steady on top of you. You're pretty sure you've never heard somebody talk to Beiste like this before, all the other girls seem to be just as scared as you are of her.
'I need you to come into the club today.' Beiste voices through the phone. You can hear a distance rustling of paper so maybe she is in her office?
Santana sucks the skin of your neck into her mouth once before letting it go with a loud pop. You hope Beiste didn't hear that.
'What?' Santana breathes. You're not sure whether she's breathing like that because she's angry or because she aroused but either way it's super hot. 'Why?'
'Found someone to replace Puckerman, I need you to come in and train her.'
'Get Ashlea to do it.' She growls before attacking your neck again. Shit. You just lie there, completely content with letting Santana ravish your neck, you're too busy concentrating on the fact that you can feel her breasts move against yours when she lowers herself onto you, and you can feel something very warm on your lower stomach. God.
'Ashlea will train another Ashlea, what I need out there is another Santana. Someone who doesn't cry when a drunk says they can't pour beer for shit.'
'Yeah well I'm busy today.' Santana answers angrily. She's so hot when she's angry.
'Fine, enjoy working with a new Ashlea.' Beiste voices. You can hear the smugness in her voice and if you weren't so preoccupied with being pleasured, you'd probably frown at her.
Santana stops for a second and you look up to see her eyes squeezed shut.
'Fuck.' She curses loudly. You hear a low laugh come from her phone and it drawls your attention.
'Be there in an hour, she's meeting you there.' Beiste explains quickly.
'Whatever.' Santana breathes. For a second you think that she has hung up and you crane your head to capture Santana's lips once more but you freeze when you hear her deep voice once more.
'Oh and can I speak to Brittany?'
Santana's body tenses against yours. Her lips are still puckered like she is about to kiss you but she's stopped half way there.
'What?' She says after a moment of silence. Does Beiste know you're here? In her bed? Oh God can she hear you kissing her?
'She's your housemate isn't she?' Beiste continues. 'I assume you two actually talk outside of work, or is that too much for you Satan?'
Santana lets out a heavy breath of air that skims across your face.
'Um…' Santana looks down to you like she's searching for some magical answer, you want to give it to her but you don't know what she needs. 'She's not home right now.'
Oh.
'Okay well tell her she did good last night, I'm putting her on as a permanent solo act.'
Santana's look of relief slowly turns into a proud smile as she gazes down at you. It warms your heart to see someone look at you like that again, you haven't seen a look like that in a while.
'I will.' She states quietly, you know it was only meant for you.
'Don't forget, one hour Santana I'm serious, no rocking up two hours later.' Beiste warns. 'We need this girl.'
'Got it Boss.' Santana smirks as she leans down to capture your lips once more. You close your eyes as soon as her soft lips touch yours. There's some rustling on the pillow next to you and you really hope it's Santana turning off her phone because there's a high chance you might start moaning soon and you really don't want your new boss to hear that.
Santana's lips leave your lips and begin trailing down the side of your face, across your jaw, down your neck. God.
'Santana we have to go.' You breathe. If she keeps going like this you're definitely not going to make it to the club in time to meet with this girl, and you don't want Santana to get in trouble from Beiste because you got too aroused by her kisses. Mmm they do feel good though, maybe a few more minutes…
'We?' Santana asks as she pops her head up from your neck. She's quirking her brow and it takes you a second to realize that you just assumed you were going with her to the club. Does she not want you to? Well Beiste did only ask her to go…But you don't want to hang around the apartment by yourself for ages, Santana could be hours what are you supposed to do for all that time without her?
'Well, can I come?' You ask hesitantly. Santana's eyes go wide and you feel your face flush with embarrassment. Shit, stop smothering her, she doesn't want you to come. You squint your eyes shut and try to forget what you just said asked but Santana's little giggle pulls you back to the present. You open your eyes to see her smirking down at you with those playful brown eyes. 'What?'
'Sorry, just…Wanky.' She whispers. You smile and feel even more heat rise to your cheeks. You finally figured out what she means when she says stuff like that but you haven't told her you know that yet, you want to surprise her one day and watch the look on her face. 'Of course you can come, but it's going to be pretty boring.'
You shrug your shoulders up as far as you can with Santana still lying on top of you and you smile. It doesn't matter how boring it will be, as long as you're with her.
'I'm cool with that.'
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After dragging a very reluctant Santana out of bed and changing into a pair of dark blue jeans and Santana's grey hoodie, you hop into her car and drive to the club. You didn't miss the way she smiled when you slipped her hoodie over your white tank top.
You're still kind of sleepy from getting up so early and you think Santana must be too because she keeps yawning. She looks really cute in her black short shorts and her oversized red and blue 'Dalton Grammar Volleyball Ravens' shirt. The shirt is so big on her small frame that when she stands you can hardly tell she's wearing shorts at all, and her hair is still all messed up from sleep that – wait…
Dalton Grammar?
That's a school near Lima…
An all Girl's school.
Could she…
'Santana?' You ask quietly. Santana's eyes flicker to yours quickly before leaning forward and turning down the radio.
'Yeah Britt?'
'Um…' God this is going to sound silly. 'Santana, where are you from? Like…where did you grow up?'
You watch her eyes flicker from you to the road and then back again before she finally answers. It's kind of weird that you hadn't discussed this before since you know a lot of other stuff about each other, but you never thought to ask where she's from, probably because you just assumed she came from somewhere far away, somewhere you had never been before.
'Ohio.' She says simply. 'Why?'
Your heart stops. 'L-Lima Ohio?'
She looks at you a little weirdly before turning her eyes back to the road and nodding her head. 'Uh, yeah?'
What? How is this happening?
How…
How have you been living your whole life so close to her and not even knowing it? Not even understanding how close you were to being truly happy.
'I come from Lima too.' You say quietly. You watch Santana patiently and wait for the information to process in her mind. When it clicks, her eyes go wide and flick back to yours.
'You're from Lima?' She all but shouts.
'Yep.' You giggle, it's kind of funny watching her face change, she doesn't really look like she's knows what emotion she should be feeling right now. Kind of like how you feel.
'Well…that's weird.' She says quietly. 'We could have met each other and not even known it Brittany.'
'I think I would have remembered meeting you.' You say thoughtlessly. Only realising what you said when you catch the small smile on Santana's face. Oh, that was kind of cheesy…Oh well.
'Well, I think it's good we didn't meet earlier, you wouldn't have liked me very much then Britt.' She sighs. 'Well, actually I don't really know how you like me now either…but if it's possible I was even bitchier in highschool.'
'I don't think you would have liked me very much either… I kind of just hung around by myself…'
God, imagine if you met her when you were in school. She definitely wouldn't talk to you, she would have hung around with all the cool kids, and you would be sitting outside your classroom door eating lunch by yourself and waiting for the bell to ring. She'd think you were such a loser…
You wait a moment for her to say something back but she doesn't. You are almost giving up on the fact that yes she does think you're a loser, but then you feel her right hand creep over the console and cover the hand you have resting on your thigh and your heart skips a beat. She's still watching the road so carefully you just flip your hand over and link your fingers with hers, not saying a word, and drive the rest of the way silently holding hands. It was a simple gesture, but the feel of Santana's hand covering yours warmed your whole body. You wish you had this in highschool, if you could have felt Santana's hand in yours for just one minute of each day at school, you probably could have gotten through the whole day with a smile.
When Santana pulls into the parking lot her hand leaves yours to put the car in park and you frown a little at the loss of warmth, you pull your hoodie over your hands to warm them up again. Maybe you can hold her hand again when you get out of the car?
'That must be her.' Santana says as she turns off the car. You shift your eyes to the direction she's looking and spot the girl leaning casually against the 'Staff Only' door.
You squint a little to get a better look at her through the car window, and you find yourself frowning when you realize how pretty she is. That's not the normal reaction you have when you see a pretty girl, but for some reason now you know Santana is watching her too, you already don't like her. She's wearing a short black skirt, showing off her good legs, and a white button down shirt. At least she came dressed for the job. She could have put her long blonde hair up though, it's not very professional to have it down when you are serving drinks…then again Santana never really follows those rules…
'She's pretty.' You say quietly, you surprise yourself with how much bitterness was in your voice.
'Yeah.' Santana says casually as she opens her car door. You follow reluctantly, a little upset she didn't argue you on that.
You slam the car door a little harder than necessary and follow slowly behind Santana, she looks a little too eager to meet this girl and you don't like it. The closer and closer you get to the girl you can see just how beautiful she is and it makes the crease in your forehead grow bigger. She looks about the same age as you, her hair is long and blonde with brown roots, she looks just shorter than you but she has heels on so that makes her look taller, and the first thing that hits you when she looks up and sees you walking towards her is her piercing blue eyes. Jesus. Your parents always went on and on about how beautiful your eyes are and how lucky you are to have them, but you think now they only said that because they hadn't seen this girls eyes…
They are blue but not like yours, these are like turquoise or something, they almost didn't look real they sparkled so bright.
'Hey, are you here for the training?' Santana asks as she approaches the girl. You watch as she pops herself off the door with her foot and takes a casual step forward.
'I am.' She smiles. Oh God, dimples…perfect white teeth. You feel yourself glare at her unintentionally as she reaches out her hand for Santana to shake. 'You must be Santa?'
Santana rolls her eyes and takes her hand. You hold your breath and count the seconds they were touching. Three.
'Santana, I'm assuming you talked to Beiste?' Santana sighs.
'Yeah well I spoke to a girl named Kitty on the phone, so she set this meeting up for me.'
'Of course she did the skanky bit-' You step forward and nudge Santana slightly in the ribs. It's not nice to curse in front of new friends.
'Fuck, uh, this is Brittany my…' Santana looks at you and you can sense her hesitation. It takes you a moment to realize exactly why she is hesitating. Oh. You haven't really talked about that yet have you? Are you dating now? Is she your Girlfriend? Oh God, just the possibility of Santana being your girlfriend makes your heart race and your palms sweat. You can see her internal panic and you wish you could help her but you can't, and you kind of want to know what she thinks you are to her too. '…Housemate.'
Housemate?
Girlfriend? No.
Lover? No.
Best friend? No.
Friend? No.
She went for housemate? Is that all you are to her? No, you have to be more than that…you can't believe that. Can you?
You can feel Santana's eyes on you but you ignore them, instead you focus your attention on the pretty girl you're being introduced to.
'Okayyy.' The girl says slowly, probably sensing the awkwardness. She reaches out her hand and you take it. 'Nice to meet you Brittany.' She says sweetly. 'Oh wait…Are you Little Miss Sunshine?'
You're about to shake your head no but then you remember, oh yes, that is you.
'Yep.' You say proudly.
'You killed it last night!' She says excitedly. You're a little shocked by her enthusiasm, no one's ever really been so excited to meet you before. This girl is kinda making it really hard for you not to like her. 'I came in to see how everything goes down in this joint, and wow like…You're good.'
'Thanks.' You say shyly. Damn it she's really nice.
'Lets get inside before we freeze our tits off.' Santana says as she steps past the girl and takes out her keys to unlock the door.
'It would take a lot to freeze these puppies off, but lets.' The girl shrugs. Santana's too busy to take much notice of her comment but you find your own eyes drifting down to her chest and wow…she does have very nice uh…puppies?
Oh God look away before she sees you looking. You look up quickly and see Santana open the door, she pushes it open wide enough for the girl to get through and you follow.
'Britt can you get the door?' Santana says over her shoulder as she walks towards the bar. You frown and close the door behind you, with the housemate thing and now this? What happened to the nice Santana you were talking to in the car, the one that wanted to hold your hand?
'So do you have any experience in bartending?' She says as the girl follows her behind the bar. After closing the door you just walk up to the bar and take a seat on one of the stools. You've never really been fully behind the bar before, you'd like to, but for some reason you feel you need to give Santana a little space for the moment.
'Yeah I've been doing it for a year now, I've just kind of been cruising around the bars when I can find work.' She expIains. 'I go to college during the week so it's awesome to have a night job.'
'Okay all that you just told me, never say it to Beiste.' Santana says as she leans against the bar bench, her back facing you. 'The words 'cruising around' and 'College' are not in her vocabulary. If you work here you work here, as far as she knows you don't have a life outside of this place, got it?'
'Got it, thanks for the tip Santa.' The girl says with a smile. 'Santana!'
Santana rolls her eyes playfully at the girl and you find yourself frowning even harder. She doesn't seem to be interested in this girl but she also isn't being mean to her so she must like her a little bit, if anyone else called her Santa…bad things would happen. Maybe it's just because this girl is so playful and sweet? Honestly you're really finding it hard not to like her.
'How are you with your cocktails?' Santana asks her.
'Good.' She nods confidently.
'Okay, well we'll start off with a Pina Colada.' Santana says slowly, she bumps off the bench and walks to the cabinet of drinks lining the back wall. She picks up a bottle and shakes it a little once she feels the weight of it. 'Where's all the white rum? It's empty, fucking Ashlea. Uh I have to go to the store room, Britt can you tell…Shit, what's your name?'
Santana looks at the girl and she laughs. Oh you didn't ask her name when you introduced yourself to her! That was really rude, now you feel kind of bad for the girl. She doesn't seem too fazed though.
'Kira.' She says with a cheeky smile. There are those dimples again. Wow.
You look back to Santana and she nods at you.
'Tell Kira about how this place works?' She asks.
'Sure.' You say. It's not like you would say no, that would be even ruder. Although you're not really sure what you could tell her about the place anyway…
When Santana goes around the corner into the storeroom you turn your attention back to Kira.
'Kira, like off the Lion King?' You ask.
'That's Ciara Sweetie.' She smiles with a wink.
'Right.' You feel your face heat up again so you distract yourself by swinging a little bit on your stool. 'Um, so what do you want to know?'
Kira looks at you for a moment, and you watch curiously as her eyes drift over the top of your head and to the stage. You see the look in her eyes, it's the same look you had whenever you saw a stage like that, the look of an entertainer yearning to be up on that stage, to belong to the stage.
'How do I get up there?' She says quietly, not taking her eyes off the empty stage for a moment.
'You dance?' You ask knowingly. She shakes her head softly.
'I sing.' She smiles and finally takes her eyes away from the stage, shaking her head again, like she's grounding herself back to the moment. 'Well, I'm trying, it's kind of hard getting gigs, but I love it.'
You can see the passion in her alluring turquoise eyes but even more than that you can feel it radiating from her, she loves to sing, and she wants to be up on that stage. You feel so blessed that you have been given the opportunity to be up there dancing, Santana gave you that chance, so maybe you can give this girl a chance?
'Right, um well I'll keep my ears open for any talk they're looking for a new girl.' You say sweetly. Yep, you definitely like this girl. Even if this beautiful girl is going to be working alongside Santana all night every night, at least you're friends now, she wouldn't like try and hit on Santana or anything if you're friends right?...
Oh you don't even know if she likes girls, just relax…
'Really?' Kira squeals and bounces on her toes. You're scared for a second because you remember she's in heels but she seems to handle it well, she must have really good balance or something. 'Thanks Brittany!'
'No problem.' You smile.
Suddenly a loud buzzing fills the air and you are instantly reminded of this morning, and Santana's phone interrupting a very intimate moment.
'Oh , sorry.' Kira apologises as she pulls out her phone from her bra. You blush and look away because you don't want her to think you were looking at her boobs. That would be embarrassing. She lights up her screen and smiles that big teeth and dimples smile down at the message. 'Oh it's Janisha!'
Janisha?
Are you supposed to know who that is?
'Your friend?' You say thoughtlessly, you're kind of wondering what's taking Santana so long. Kira looks up with a smile and runs her hand playfully through her hair.
'Girlfriend, Love of my life, Soulmate… Take your pick.' She giggles before looking back down to her phone. Girlfriend? Wow…okay maybe you are a little nervous leaving her around Santana all night. No, don't be silly, she has a girlfriend and she is clearly hopelessly in love with her. It'll be fine. 'Aw she can't come over tonight.' She frowns. 'Boo, what am I supposed to do for the rest of the night if I can't see her?'
'If all goes well maybe you'll be working tonight?' You say hopefully. That puts the smile back on her face.
'True!' She says excitedly.
You both hear the back door open and close, and Kira carefully shoves her phone back down her top before Santana rounds the corner with a bottle of rum in her hand.
'Found it, had to write out an order form too because we're nearly out of triple sec. Another thing fucking Ashlea didn't do last night.' She growls.
'Santana…' You say warningly.
'What?' She asks innocently. She looks like a little kid that's just been asked where all the cookies went. 'She's useless.'
'You were working last night too.' You say pointedly and hear Kira chuckle.
'Whatever.' Santana shrugs and walks towards Kira before placing the bottle on the bench in front of her. 'Okay there is your white rum, glasses are above your head, ice and shaker are to your left, and the coconut cream and pineapple juice is in the fridge behind you. Show us what you got.'
'Cool.' Kira nods and gets to work. You watch her for a moment, she looks really relaxed as she goes about making her drink, she doesn't appear nervous at all and you kind of wonder where she gets all that confidence from. You wonder if Santana likes confidence in people…
No she has a girlfriend, she's super sweet, it's fine.
Your attention quickly turns to Santana when you hear her shaking something up in one of the shakers. She had been working away at something to your left but you were too busy watching what Kira was doing to notice. You're still kind of upset about the whole 'housemate' thing so you don't really want to show her too much interest.
But that mood quickly fades when you watch Santana pour an icy pink drink into a martini glass and hand it over to you with a smile.
'What's this?' You ask curiously, eyeing the drink with a smile. You can't help it, when she smiles, you smile, it's a reflex.
'Frozen strawberry and vanilla vodka martini.' Santana explains proudly. 'It tastes just like a slushie, you'll like it.'
You smile and bring the drink closer to you. How are you supposed to stay mad at her when instead of watching Kira like she's supposed to be doing, she's was busy making you a drink?
Santana watches you intently as you bring the drink to your lips and take a slow sip. She licks her lips as soon as the glass touches your mouth and it makes you smirk. You take a sip, and it really does taste like a slushie!
'Yum!' You say happily and quickly take another sip. Santana smiles softly and makes herself busy by cleaning up her mess. You don't know how she always knows what drinks you will like, maybe she thinks about this stuff when she works? Does she think about you when she's working? Maybe you could ask her later…No, that would be weird. You shake your head gently to yourself.
'So, how long have you two been together?' You hear Kira ask and you just about spit your drink out of your mouth. Shit.
You look at her quickly and see she's got that adoring look on her face and it makes you wonder how long she was looking at you and Santana for. Her Pina Colada sits perfectly made on the bench and you blush because she must have been finished for a while…
'What?' You hear Santana ask sharply.
You look down at your drink and try to count. How long have you been together for? Do you count from your kiss last night in the parking lot or from last night in bed?...
'Like 14 hours?' You say. Is that right?
'What?' Kiras eyes go wide and yours do to, wondering what you did wrong.
'What?!' Santana shouts. 'Brittany!'
Your eyes snap nervously back to Santana
'What?' You say quietly.
Silence.
The air grows thicker as your eyes shift nervously back and forth between the two girls. Santana looks like she's about to pass out and Kira just looks confused. Oh shit.
You want to say something but you don't know what you could say to make this situation easier. You know you practically just admitted to Kira that you and Santana are together but she has a girlfriend so she won't care. Oh…but Santana doesn't know that…
'AWKWARD!' Kira shouts playfully.
The unexpected shout breaks the silence and Santana's face seems to relax slightly, but only slightly.
'Brittany…' She whispers. The way she said your name almost breaks your heart, because you know she's hurting inside, you just hope she doesn't feel betrayed, because that would kill you.
'Look girls, chill out, obviously you two have some shit to sort out.' Kira states casually. 'I can feel the sexual tension from here, it's kind of hot.'
'Uh that looks good.' Santana says quickly, pointing thoughtlessly to the drink on the bench. 'You can start tonight, come in at six and wear black.'
'Got it.' Kira replies slowly, watching as Santana walks past her and out from behind the bar, grabbing her keys off the counter as she goes. 'Well, obviously that's it then.'
Kira jokes and winks at you. You feel kind of bad for her, Santana shouldn't be acting like this, but it is kind of your fault…
Guessing that you will just have to leave the yummy drink there for Santana to clean up later tonight at work, you leave it on the counter and follow Kira out the door.
'Where's your car?' You ask once you get back out into the parking lot. You look around as Santana locks the door but you only see Santana's run down car.
'Oh my flatmate is coming to pick me up, I'll text her she shouldn't be far.' Kira says, pulling out her phone from her shirt again.
'Oh, we will wait with you then!' You say, you can't just let her wait here by herself in an abandoned parking lot. It's New York!
'She's a big girl Britt, she can wait by herself.' Santana sighs as she walks past you and storms towards the car. Shit. She's mad.
You should probably follow her, but you don't. You don't want to be around her when she's acting like this, and you really don't want to leave Kira alone.
Taking a deep breath, you look away from Santana, and lean back against the side of Beauty and the Beiste.
'So what's with her?' Kira asks, placing her phone back down her shirt. 'Why is she being so Snakey?'
Snakey? You don't really know what that means but you figure it means whatever the hell Santana is doing right now, just…being weird maybe?
'I don't know.' You say softly, you really don't. You have no idea what is going through her head right now.
'Hey, um after work tonight, you guys should come over to my apartment.' Kira suggests. 'It might make it easier to talk it out if you've got someone who has already been through it all with you?'
It takes you a moment to understand what she means by 'been through it all' but when you do you nod your head. That's a really good idea. If Santana knows that she can act normal with you around someone like Kira then maybe she will be more comfortable around other people in time?
'That sounds great, I'll talk to Santana about it.' You smile. You're really glad you came with Santana to the club today.
Looking back over at her car you sigh when you see Santana sitting in the drivers seat, drumming her fingers impatiently against the steering wheel and probably trying really hard not to look over here. She's blasting music through the speakers, making you roll your eyes just in time to catch the black BMW driving into the parking lot.
'Awesome!' Kira says. 'Oh there's my ride.'
Your eyes follow the BMW as it decides to park across two parks. You can't really see the driver through the tinted windows but you wave anyway.
'Yeah she's not a waver.' Kira chuckles as she walks past you. 'Thanks for waiting, see you tonight Brittany!' She yells over her shoulder, her blonde hair swaying in the wind. 'And talk to Snakey!'
'I will!' You shout back. 'Thanks Kira!'
You watch as she hops into the passenger side of the BMW and closes the door. Such a sweet girl, and so pretty, if you weren't so hopelessly in love with another stubborn girl you might actually have a crush on her. Maybe you can count her as another friend you've made in New York!
Speaking of…
You draw your eyes back to the grumpy woman drumming her fingers tiredly against the steering wheel, and staring out into space. You can almost see the frown marks from where you're standing. But instead of dreading walking to the car and having to suffer through awkward silence for the car ride home, all you can think about is how you can't wait to hold her hand in the car again and kiss those frown marks away until those cute little dimples push through her cheeks.
You don't know how she does this to you.
So stubborn.
But you're kind of hopelessly in love with her.
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We will get to see them develop as a couple more next chapter:)
This chapter was dedicated to the cutest of cutest couples K & J (they know who they are;)
Love.