hey beautiful people. lets all take a moment to jump for joy at the fact that the new season is starting tuesday! yay!
okay, now that that is out of the way i present to you Chapter 15 which is split into two parts and you will probably throw a shoe at me when you get to the end but... in my defense it will just give you a reason to look forward to the second part:)
this part is a little slow, maybe, i don't know... but it is still important to the story, so with that said, read and review:) and i totally heart you
"I thought your parents invited Santana over her dinner?" Rachel asks, her eyes are trained on the tall, blonde dancer who has been pacing back and forth around her closet with clothes in her hands. Brittany nods while she folds some of the clothes and places them perfectly into her small suitcase and pats the tops of them after settling them down. "So then why are you packing? Are you going on a business trip or something?" The brunette questions, smoothes out the back of her skirt before sitting down on the chair in the closet.
Brittany sighs audibly and if she was facing Rachel then the shorter girl would see her roll her eyes at her because anytime Rachel referred to Brittany's trips and things alike as 'business' it seriously made the blonde cringe. She finishes folding the rest of the tops and pants aligning them just so in the suitcase before turning around to look at her best friend.
"If you must know all the details Rachel, I am taking Santana on a date." She explains simply enough and then moves back towards the racks and hangers in her large closet and grabs some shoes and sneakers. Rachel's eyebrows furrow in confusion, her eyes still trained on the blonde.
"Unless you're going to the Emmy's, I don't see why you need five different outfits, three pairs of shoes, sneakers and a fedora." Rachel explains her line of questioning and leans forward to point out the hat she is referring to. When Brittany continues to ignore her and open the draws for her underwear and nightwear Rachel gasps and sits up straight. "Oh my God are you going to the Emmy's?" She shouts in extreme excitement and Brittany spins around quick at the energy in her friend's voice.
"You should be embarrassed Rachel Berry." Brittany smirks, shakes her head and puts her hands on her hips. Rachel's eyes lower and she sits back in her chair, bringing her hand up to flick her hair from her neck.
"I was in the moment." She mutters which gets a small chuckle from the blonde who tosses a bra at her and receives a giggle in return. "Will you just tell me or are you expecting me to read it in US Weekly?" She crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow.
"If I have it my way, not even US Weekly will be able to tell you." Brittany tells her in a soft voice in winks at her friend as she continues to move about her closet.
"Why are you packing a bag?" Quinn asks, her words come out muffled seeing as she is working her way through an apple. "I thought you were having dinner with Brittany's parent's tomorrow night." She wonders aloud while inspecting her snack for her next good bite.
"I am." Santana informs the blonde and watches her friend lean against the door frame. "But, tonight Britt's taking me out on a date and she told me to pack a bag." She tells Quinn and she shrugs while motioning to the bag on her bed.
"Okay." Quinn drawls out with an eye roll and steps further into the Latina's bedroom. "Where's your 'date'?" She sits at the foot of Santana's bed watching the girl pace in front of her.
"I have no idea so I don't know what to pack." She huffs, finally stopping in front of her closet and places her hands on her hips and tilts her head to the side as her eyes scan her wardrobe. "And I have to worry about what I'm gonna wear to dinner tomorrow." She adds as an afterthought, running her fingers over a few dress pants, button ups and some jeans she has hanging up in her closet.
"Well, I'm sure she told you to wear something comfortable to her house." Quinn points out. Getting to know the kind of person Brittany is over the past few months the blonde assumes that dinner at the Pierce place, although with its extravagant setting, would be relatively normal seeing as Brittany is not to keen on being in the limelight.
"Yeah, jeans and a shirt." Santana repeats Brittany's words to her with a sigh and runs her fingers through her hair. "But I mean, I'm meeting her parents for the first time I can't go there looking like a slob." She explains and turns around to face Quinn, crossing her arms over her chest and pouting her lips.
"I highly doubt Brittany would set you up for failure with her parents. And I'm also sure you could show up in pajamas and no one would really care." Quinn assures her with a forced smile getting a glare from the Latina. "Just be yourself S, well… a nicer version of yourself and I'm sure they will love you." She tilts her head for good measure in trying to be cute and receives an article of clothing to be thrown at her face.
"You're kind of a whore." Santana shouts at her friend's inability to make her feel better.
"Takes one to know one." She chuckles and tosses the pair of jeans back at Santana. "Pack those though, they make your ass look fantastic." Santana raises an eyebrow and begins to fold the jeans in question.
"Checkin' out the goods Fabray?" She mocks and wriggles her eyebrows suggestively garnering an eye roll from the blonde.
"Please." Quinn waves her off and lies down on her bed and continues munching on her apple and watching Santana pack. "She hasn't even given you an idea of where you're going?"
"All she told me was that it's somewhere we've been before." Santana explains, doing her best to neatly shove panties and bras into her already too full bag. "And to pack an overnight bag." Quinn pauses before taking another bite her apple as she goes over the information. She smirks and turns on her side propping her head in her hand and eyes the Latina.
"Oh you two are totally getting it on tonight." She informs her friend who drops a shoe on the floor and stops abruptly on her way to the bed from the closet. "Don't look at me like that." Quinn points at Santana's face where her eyebrows are scrunched and her jaw slightly fallen.
"How do you get that from what I've told you?" Santana dumbly asks, finally remembering how to walk and places her shoes into the bag along with everything else in her room. Quinn rolls her eyes for the umpteenth time and turns on her back once again and takes a bite of her apple.
"I think not having sex for the past few months has made you stupid." Quinn comments with a chuckle and she shakes her head as she chews the fruit in her mouth.
Rachel is sitting at the island counter in the middle of the Pierce kitchen watching Brittany go through the car drawer by the refrigerator. She leans her chin in her hand as Brittany lifts each and every key to eye level to read the label on the ring before tossing it back into the drawer. Rachel's eyebrows scrunch together when Brittany picks up the same key twice and she giggles to herself.
"You know if you keep throwing the same key back in the drawer you're just going to keep picking the same one up again." She points out and Brittany raises her head and huffs, blowing some stray blonde hair out of her face. She nods in agreement and finally begins to place the keys on the counter as she removes them.
"Hello girls." Mrs. Pierce enters the kitchen with a smile, as always, and waves to Rachel who grins back.
"Hi Mrs. P." She greets the older woman. Mrs. Pierce stops behind her daughter when she notices her rifling through the car drawer and raises a curious eyebrow.
"Sweetheart what on earth are you doing?" She questions and takes a spot beside the blonde dancer who has yet to cease her motions.
"She's looking for the keys to the Jeep." Rachel informs her best friend's mother and Mrs. Pierce nods but still has a confused look on her face.
"Oh." Mrs. Pierce turns back to her daughter's hands frantically pulling keys out clearly unable to find the winner. "Honey they're right here." She lifts the keys to the Jeep and Brittany lets out an exasperated sigh and takes them from her mother.
"Ugh, thanks mom." Brittany smiles gratefully at her mother and puts all the other keys back into the drawer and then closes it with her hip.
"You're welcome." Mrs. Pierce says and watches Brittany place the keys into her pocket and move to the refrigerator to grab a water bottle. "If you don't mind me asking, why do you need the Jeep?"
"She's taking Santana on a date tonight." Rachel speaks up with a huge smile on her face. "She doesn't want the paparazzi to follow them so she has devised a plan to evade them." She pats her friend on the back when the blonde takes a seat beside her.
"I see." Mrs. Pierce smiles lovingly at her daughter who is taking a gulp of water. "Where are you taking her?"
"The island." Rachel responds for her friend.
"To the house?" Mrs. Pierce questions and when she receives a nod from both girls her smile grows some more. "That's lovely dear."
"I've brought her there before, a while ago." Brittany tells her mother, slightly out of breath from chugging her water. "But I know she's nervous about dinner tomorrow I wanted to give her a night to relax." She shrugs and screws the cap back onto the bottle while Mrs. Pierce and Rachel share knowing looks. "What?" Brittany asks catching the not so subtle glances between the other two women in the room. Mrs. Pierce chuckles and shakes her head at her daughter and moves to lean on the counter top.
"Nothing honey, it's…" Words fail Mrs. Pierce but she still smiles just the same.
"It's romantic." Rachel says loudly and she leans into the tall blonde wrapping her arm around her shoulder squeezing her tightly against her. Brittany shrugs Rachel off of her and tries her hardest to fight the blush creeping up her neck but she fails when she feels her cheeks burning.
"Anyway." She clears her throat and plays with the water bottle in front of her. "We're just going to relax, eat some dinner and… you know." Mrs. Pierce and Rachel giggle and nod.
"Yeah, we know." They say in unison which causes them to laugh harder and for Brittany's cheeks to turn redder.
"This is kind of creepy." Quinn notes as they walk out to the curb and she puts her hand up to hail a taxi. Santana eyes her friend curiously as she hoists her bag onto her shoulder for more comfort and less pain from the strap digging into her. "I feel like I'm doing a ransom drop off." She explains and gets an eye roll from her friend. "What? You have to admit it's a little weird that she asked you to meet her at some weird building."
"It's so the paparazzi don't bother us." Santana tells her with a shrug and lets out a sigh of relief when a taxi finally stops in front of them. Before they get in she feels a tap on her arm and she looks to Quinn who nods her head to the corner across the street. "Ugh, see." The Latina groans seeing the small group of paparazzi shooting pictures of them getting into the taxi.
Quinn gives the driver the address given to them by Brittany and he immediately takes off and puts on the meter. They settle comfortably into the backseat of the car and look out the window where the paparazzi are getting into cars probably ready to follow them.
"This is kind of giving me an adrenaline rush." Quinn smirks, jostling in her seat like a child waiting on line to see Santa Claus.
"You are such a loser." Santana chuckles and shakes her head at how easily her friend can get excited.
"Whatever Lopez." Quinn rolls her eyes and turns to the girl beside her. "You should be the one who is all antsy." She points out, poking the Latina in the side who is desperately squirming away from her fingers. "You're so getting some tonight!" She shouts and the cab driver eyes them through the rearview mirror.
"Shh!" Santana elbows the blonde.
"Wow, Santana Lopez telling me to 'shh' when the topic of conversation is sex?" Quinn gasps covering her mouth with her hand. "I believe the world may be ending." Santana shakes her head and lets out a forced chuckle.
"I just…" She lets out a sigh and finally looks at Quinn in the eyes. "I so can't wait to get my completely naked mack on with Britt but, she's wanted to wait." She shrugs her shoulders and fidgets in her seat. "I'm not gonna lie, I seriously needs to get it on but… I have no expectations, ya know?" Santana looks at her friend, watching her face turn from curious, to confused to a small smirk and then how her mouth opens to let out an 'aw'.
"You look ridiculous." Rachel says as they walk quickly up the block and down the steps into the subway. Brittany has her hood to her jacket up, large sunglasses to cover her eyes and a scarf wrapped around her neck covering her mouth.
"At least we got out of there without anyone noticing." Brittany points out and Rachel can't help but nod in agreement. Ever since the Pierce's put in that exit/entrance connected to Brittany's room it's been so much easier for them to go out into the city streets without having to deal with the swarm of people standing outside of the front of the house. "Besides, it would be worse if I had my luggage with me."
"Thank God for Blaine." Rachel sighs, thanking everything that is holy that Blaine took it upon himself to bring Brittany's bag to the parking garage and pack it into the Jeep for her.
They step onto the subway and are actually able to find seats beside on another. For a Friday the subway is pretty empty but they are most definitely not about to complain. A woman sitting across from them is busy reading her People magazine which just so happens to have Brittany gracing the cover this month. She'd been interviewed about her charity work over in California and was apparently the poster girl for being a humanitarian; move over Angelina.
Brittany holds her breath when the woman looks up from her magazine and stares at the girls in front of her. She tilts her head to the side and turns the magazine over to glance at the front cover before looking back up at Brittany. But just as the woman is about to lean forward and say something to them Rachel turns to Brittany and starts speaking in Hebrew. If the brunette could see Brittany's eyes she would see the confusion and the furrowed brow. Instead she continues to smile at the blonde and elbows her subtlely finally getting a simple nod from Brittany. The woman across from them sinks back into her seat and continues to read her magazine.
After dodging that bullet, their stop finally came up and the girl's were quick to get off before anyone else got any ideas. Brittany leads Rachel through the tunnels of the subway station until finally reaching the light of day and the noise of busy streets. The large storage building and parking garage is only a block away and finding the Pierce's level is pretty easy. It's in the middle of the building and after pressing the alarm on the key ring a few times they eventually find the silver Jeep Grand Cherokee hidden amongst the more elite cars and collector's items.
"Quinn is going to be with Santana so, I guess you'll be good to get back?" Brittany asks, popping the trunk door open to make sure Blaine put her stuff in the right vehicle. Rachel nods her head and smiles back at the blonde.
"Yes, we've already made plans for ourselves, don't you worry." She tells her friend and watches her close the trunk door and they both walk to get into the Jeep.
"Good, good." Brittany nods and turns on the truck.
It only takes a few minutes before they are driving out of the parking garage and on to level ground. They both look left and then right before spotting their girlfriend's stepping out of taxi across the street. Rachel points to them and Brittany nods, turning left thanking that this one way street is going the right way for her. They pull up to the curb a few feet in front of the taxi and Brittany puts the truck in park.
"Hey." Rachel greets, running over to pull her girlfriend into a hug.
"Hi." Quinn says back placing a soft kiss on Rachel's lips before looking around her to Brittany who is still in her stealth gear. "You look like a Russian mafia wife." She points out in all seriousness which gets a laugh from the other girls.
"Brittany here was just taking all the precautions of not being found out." Rachel explains, wrapping her arms tightly around her girlfriend. "She rode the subway today." She beams at her best friend who playfully nudges her.
"Hey." Santana says sweetly finally making her way from the curb and to Brittany who is standing in front of the trunk door. She grins and lowers her scarf from her mouth and removes her sunglasses so that Santana can see her face.
"Hey babe." Brittany replies and opens her arms for Santana to fall into her, which she does and they hold onto each other like it's the first time they've seen each other in months. She places a quick kiss to her girlfriend's lips as she reaches down to grab the handles of her bag and takes it off of Santana's shoulder. "Here, let me take this for you." She tells the shorter girl and turns in the Latina's arms so that she can put the bag beside hers in the trunk.
"Where are we going?" Santana whines in her ear making the blonde chuckle and shake her head.
"You'll see." She says, shuts the trunk once again and turns back to face Santana and smiles. "Come on," She kisses her lips again. "We gotta go." She grabs her hand and begins to lead her to the passenger door. "Thanks guys. We'll see you Sunday." Brittany waves to her friends and opens the door for her girlfriend who willingly allows herself to be guided into the vehicle.
Santana watches Brittany jog lightly around the front of the truck and practically jump into the driver's seat. They grin at each other as she shuts the door and reaches for the seat belt at her side while Santana does the same. The blonde tosses her hood off of her head, puts her sunglasses back on and throws the scarf into the back seat. After putting the Jeep into drive she looks over her shoulder to check for oncoming cars and blindly she grabs Santana's hand with her own and rests them together on the gear shift.
It takes Santana about twenty minutes to realize they are heading out to Long Island and this knowledge only brings on more questions. There are a few places they'd gone to out on the island but only one place she knows of that would provide room and board for them and at this she smiles knowingly to herself. Her grip on Brittany's hand tightens and she brings her other hand over to let her fingers trace patterns on the back of the blonde's non-driving hand.
When they pass the park, the one Brittany had brought her to on their first unofficial date, she grins remembering the innocent time they'd spent together there and how much they learned about one another. She gets a warm feeling in her stomach as she takes in the streets and how homey everything is around Brittany's old neighborhood and how she feels so comfortable bringing Santana into her memories.
"I thought it'd be a nice change to have you over at my place for once." Brittany breaks their comfortable silence, squeezing her girlfriend's hand and tossing her a quick glance as she pulls the Jeep into the driveway. "Dinner, relax in front of the television, some wine and most importantly, be with each other." Her words are soft and Santana can't fight the chill that shoots up and down her body as Brittany speaks to her.
The blonde walks around the back of the Jeep to retrieve their things and is met by Santana within seconds willing to help. But Brittany shakes her head and waves off her help and hands her the keys to the house instead. Santana smirks to herself as she ascends the three steps to the front door and how all of this feels so domestic and imagines that they have just returned from vacation and are home, in their home.
Brittany watches her girlfriend unlock the door to her house and grins. There's something inside of her that goes all gooey and mushy at the sight of Santana entering the house and how it feels like it's something that could very well be in their future. To have a place that is theirs and not just Brittany's and not just Santana's. She adjusts the bags in her hands after shutting the trunk and follows the path Santana had taken to get into the house.
"Let me at least help you now babe." Santana says as she opens the front door for her girlfriend, holding her hand out to take her bag but is once again brushed off.
"No, sit down and relax. I got it." Brittany tells her and kicks the door shut with her foot. Santana twists her lips but does as she is told and takes a seat on the comfortable looking couch in the living room.
She looks around while Brittany puts their things in her bedroom and she realizes that the first time she was here she never really got to look around. The couches are the kind of couches her family has back in Lima. She kind of imagined people like Brittany's family would have those 'show rooms' where they have expensive and super uncomfortable furniture that no one sits on. But then she remembers the tiny bit of information that this place, this house is actually Brittany's and not her family's. This only makes her nervous about when they go back to the city for dinner tomorrow night, maybe her parents do have a show room after all.
"Baby you want a drink?" Brittany calls from the hallway and stops just before entering and smiles at how cute Santana looks on the couch, her feet don't even touch the ground. "You are so adorable right now." She points out and slowly makes her way over to the couch and leans down to press her lips to Santana's.
"Just right now?" Santana counters with a tiny pout that makes Brittany giggle and kiss her again.
"Well, maybe just right now because usually I think you're beautiful." She mumbles against her girlfriends lips, pressing little kisses at the corners of her mouth. "And sexy." She whispers causing the Latina's breathe to hitch in the back of her throat.
"Mmm." Santana hums out against the blonde's lips that are still peppering hers with tiny kisses. "Good save." She winks as she pulls back and playfully pushes Brittany away.
"So," Brittany stands up straight and holds her hands out for Santana to take and she does and is soon pulled to her feet. "What do you want for dinner?" The blonde asks over her shoulder while tugging the Latina through the living room and into the kitchen where she motions for her to take a seat. Santana eyes her girlfriend as she moves about the room, pulling drawers open along with cabinets, clearly looking for things.
"Aw babe you're gonna cook for me?" Santana asks as she leans comfortably in the chair but Brittany stops and giggles before she turns around.
"Actually... I'm not much of a cook." She admits shyly, her eyes glancing down for a brief moment but looks up again and tilts her head to the side. "I find recipes... confusing." Santana grins and pushes herself up from the chair and steps to Brittany and places a chaste kiss to her girlfriend's lips.
"Whatever you want is fine with me." Santana says against her lips and they both smile as Brittany's hands come down rest at the shorter girl's waist. They stand there kissing for a little while until the blonde spins them around and pushes the Latina against the counter and reaches her hand to the side.
"Chinese?" She asks as she pulls away with a small smirk and lifting the Chinese food menu between them. Santana giggles and nods her head, bringing her hands to rest at Brittany's cheeks.
"Perfect." Santana agrees and after a few more pecks Brittany opens up the menu and they decide on what to order.
It's less than the promised time, thirty minutes, that the food is delivered. Brittany smiles at the delivery boy when he says it's good to see her and that it's been too long. This conversation prompts Santana to make fun of her and that she obviously orders way too much delivery when she comes out to the island, especially if the delivery boy remembers her.
Shortly after the arrival of their food and the table in the dining room being set up, the girl's take their seats across from each other and begin to pile the food on their plates. Brittany hands Santana the chop sticks she requests and takes a package for herself and they watch one another shyly situate their plates.
"So what's after dinner?" Santana asks as she turns her plate around a few times to find the perfect place to dive into her chicken and broccoli. "You said you had a night planned out."
"Well... kind of, not really planned but... hoping it would go a certain way." Brittany bashfully admits, looking at the Latina through her eye lashes. "I had dinner in mind and then... maybe, see where the night takes us." She slowly tells Santana hopefully, biting on her lower lip, playing with the chop sticks in her hand. Santana eyes the girl carefully, assessing the situation and her eyes widen in realization.
"Wait, you mean..." She trails off, finally finding those blue eyes and she gulps at the small tentative nod of affirmation. She licks her lips, looks at the food and nods herself, reaching for her chopsticks and pulling them apart. "Oh, okay." She drawls out grabbing one of the containers and fiddling around with the top. Sensing the thoughts now coursing through her girlfriend's mind Brittany clears her throat and sits up a bit straighter.
"Only if... I mean, you've been patient and... I..." Brittany tucks some hair behind her ear. "I want you." Her voice is low and husky and it makes Santana's knees quake and her breath hitch in her throat. "I mean, I've always wanted you and..." She shakes her head at herself and chuckles out of the slight embarrassment she is currently feeling. "It's agonizing actually, how much I want you." She decides on and locks eyes with Santana. They stare at one another, for a few but long seconds and their mouths open and close as though they mean to speak but no words come out. Slowly, Santana swallows the lump that has formed in her throat and she shakes her head.
"I don't want Chinese." She tells the blonde, her voice is raspy and laced with desire that obviously has nothing to do with their delivered food. Brittany swallows as well, her throat suddenly dry and she shakes her head in agreement.
"Me neither." Brittany licks her lips after she speaks and her eyes dart down to Santana's luscious lower lip.
"But I'm hungry, you?" Brown eyes glimpse down to those lips that are moist from that tongue poking out and swiping across them and she wants to taste it, she can feel herself drooling at the image in her mind of that tongue everywhere else.
"Starved." Brittany blurts out before Santana can even finish her sentence, her hands palm down on the table, chop sticks long forgotten.
At the same time they push all the containers and their plates out of the way, jump up and lean across the table to crash their lips together. Tanned hands come up to blonde hair where fingers get lost in the long locks, pulling Brittany closer and deeper against her lips. The blonde moans into Santana's mouth and she realizes her body is moving of its own accord and has completely given up on trying to crawl across the table.
Without breaking the kiss, Brittany moves around the table and wraps her arms around Santana's waist and pulls her off of the table. Santana's legs come to meet at Brittany's back and her arms around the blonde's neck as the tall dancer carries her away from the table. They knock into a few walls but it doesn't matter to them and in the back of Santana's mind, she knows that Brittany will get them to the bedroom safely.
"Oh my God, I want you so bad." Brittany whimpers against her lips as she holds her against the door to her bedroom, which is luckily open from her putting their luggage away before. Santana nods at her statement and continues to kiss her girlfriend full on the mouth wanting to taste every bit of her lips and tongue and words.
"Bring me to the bed Brittany." Santana tells her, resting her head against Brittany's forehead and looking deeply into her eyes. "I want to feel you, all of you…" Her eyes roll in the back of her head when Brittany's lips move their attack to her neck and she hangs her head back to give her more access. "I want you all over me." She whines as a moan pops from her lips and the feeling of her back no longer being pressed up against the door but being lowered down to the softness of Brittany's bed.
don't hate me! haha...
i just wanted to say, in case you didn't understand the whole thing with Rachel and Brittany and the Emmy's... and how she should be ashamed it's beause the Emmy's are in the fall and they are currently in the second semester of school, aka spring... its stupid but i got a chuckle as i was writing it. anyways, hope you enjoyed this bit:)