A/N: Sorry again that it took so long to update. I know a lot of fans were concerned about authors losing the will to write lately. But it was just that I was soooo busy this week. But I'm finally moved in to my new apt. and got internet back. So I wanted to get a new chapter out. This one's a bit short and fluffy. I will get a longer chapter going for next time!
Heyaholic: Thanks! My goal is always for them to be sweet and cute!
Scarlettdancer: Thanks for the review :) I'm glad you like the cuteness
EmoChildP: I think that review got cut off! lol, but thank you so much anyways!
lg4az: I know, I know. I really need to go haha. I've been to another store in weho, but I bet it's not as good. So it's on my list of things to do!
me: I think I need to get one of those things too! haha thanks for reading
AB: I will definitely keep it fluffy! That was always my goal with this fic. Brittany's struggle with coming out is as angsty as it would get. So more fluff on the way!
"Babe?"
"Yea?" Brittany sticks her head out from the bathroom door.
"Is my contact solution in there? I can't find it."
"Let me see," she searches through the medicine cabinet and under the sink, "I don't see it anywhere. Did you already pack it in your suitcase?"
"I haven't packed at all yet actually," Santana walks over to stand in the doorway to the bathroom.
"San! We're leaving in an hour for the airport. Are you just going to go dressed like that and wear it for the next three days?" Brittany points to Santana, in her underwear and tank top.
"You'd like that wouldn't you, Miss Pierce?" she saunters forward to stand behind Brittany at the sink. She wraps her arms around Brittany's waist and drops her lips to her shoulder. "No more wasting valuable seconds of time taking off all my clothes." Santana brings her hands around Brittany's front and caresses her stomach. She kisses along her shoulder to her neck. "Hmm?"
"But taking off your clothes is fun," Brittany drops her head back to make room for Santana to kiss up her jawline. "It's like unwrapping a present. Every day is like my birthday." Santana's hands start roaming up towards her chest. "San, we don't have time for that."
"I can be quick."
"We can't miss the flight," Brittany puts her hands over Santana's and turns around. "Go pack, honey."
"I can't find my contact solution," Santana pouts.
Brittany leans forward and places a kiss on her forehead. "Just wear your glasses."
"No! I hate wearing them."
"But you look so cute in them! Pretty sexy actually," Brittany opens up the cabinet and hands Santana the case. "C'mon, wear them. We don't have time to stop at the store anyways."
"Okay, fine. But the minute we land, I'm getting some solution. No way am I performing with these things," Santana slides the black framed glasses onto her face.
Brittany's eyes light up, and she brushes the hair out of Santana's eyes. "I wish you wore these more often. Maybe someday you can put these on with…I don't know, a short skirt and button-up blouse…heels."
"Oh my god. You so have a teacher-student fantasy, don't you?"
Brittany just smiles back at her.
"I knew it!"
"Well?"
"Well, what?" Santana puts her hands on the sink behind Brittany.
"Will you do that for me?" Brittany rests her hands on Santana's hips, slowly inching up her tank top.
"I would do anything for you. You know that," Santana stands up on her tip toes to kiss Brittany delicately.
"I do."
"Okay, I'll go get ready."
Santana goes back into her bedroom which is filled with half packed boxes of her belongings. She and Brittany had started getting everything together to move into their new apartment after the trip to New York. Santana starts throwing clothes into her suitcase until it's full. Moments later there is a knock on the door. Brittany runs out from the bathroom with her toothbrush still in her mouth to open the door.
"Hey!" Rachel is there with a box in hand. "You ready to go?"
"Almost. San! Hurry up, Rachel's here," she turns back to Rachel. "Come in, what's the box for?"
"Oh, is it alright if I start moving some of my stuff in this weekend while you're gone?"
"Sure," Brittany takes the box from her hands and puts it in the corner of the living room.
"I'm so jealous that you guys get to go back to New York. It's like I'm in Broadway withdrawal."
"You just went to a show last weekend."
"Seeing a show at the Pantages does not equal walking down 42nd street and into a Broadway theater."
"I guess you're right. I mostly just miss the pizza and bagels."
Santana walks out of the bedroom with her rolling suitcase in one hand, guitar case in the other, sunglasses atop her head, and wearing a leather jacket. "Let's do this. Hey Rachel."
"Let me just grab my bags and we can go," Brittany walks towards her bedroom, giving Santana a kiss on the cheek along the way.
"Here are the car keys. Wreck Brittany's car on the way to LAX and I will wreck your life."
"Oooookay," Rachel takes the keys timidly.
"Kidding, Rachel. So, gonna be roomies with Sarah, huh?"
"Yea, it'll be nice to live with somebody I know, if it can't be Brittany."
"Sorry about that."
"You don't need to apologize. I'm so happy for you two! Plus now I get to hang out with this little guy," Dexter the cat leaps up onto the kitchen counter, and Rachel scratches his chin.
"Be careful. He didn't get the name Dexter for nothing."
"Huh?"
"Kidding."
"Okay! Ready to go," Brittany comes back carrying two bags, and they all head off to the airport.
Three hours later, Brittany and Santana are settled in their seats. Ben and his production partner are across the aisle, already asleep. Brittany is flipping through the Sky Mall magazine while they wait to take off. Santana is gazing out the window at the workers loading the bags into the plane.
"See anything good?" Santana tilts her head to see what her girlfriend is looking at.
"Just a lot of completely unnecessary gadgets and lawn ornaments."
"How about that crossword puzzle that covers an entire wall?"
"That would take years to finish," Brittany replies.
"So? We'll probably be there for a while."
"Yea?" Brittany closes the magazine and shifts in her seat to face Santana.
"Just until we eventually get a house or something."
"You think about that?"
Santana puts her hand on Brittany's thigh, stroking her thumb across her jeans. "All the time."
Brittany smiles and leans down to kiss Santana. "What else do you think about?" she whispers into her lips.
"I think about what our lives will be like in five, ten years. How I know that you will still be a part of mine. The most important part."
"I think so too," Brittany puts her hand over Santana's and squeezes it. "What else do you see for us?" Brittany's looks into Santana's eyes, seeing her face soften.
Santana looks down for a moment, but steels her face, her expression reflecting seriousness. "I think that one day I am going to ask-"
"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen! This is your captain speaking. We are looking at clear skies today and we are third in line for takeoff. We should be just on schedule for an 8:42 departure."
The interruption causes Santana to straighten up in her seat. She looks at Brittany, wondering if she knew what she was going to say. The captain continues speaking, while Santana nervously picks at her nails. Brittany reaches a hand over to stop her fidgeting, and interlocks their fingers together.
"Hey," she leans into Santana, "relax."
"What? I am relaxed. I'm totally cool. Like a cucumber. In an igloo."
"Okay, I believe you," Brittany laughs and brings their hands up to kiss the back of Santana's hand. "Oh, I called my friend, Quinn, and she's going to meet us for an early dinner before the showing tonight."
"Awesome. Does she know about us?"
"No, but I can't wait to tell her."
"Tell her about how awesome your girlfriend?"
"For starters," Brittany grins and kisses her softly. "What time do you need to be at the theater?"
"I'll have to sound check before the showing, so I should be there by 7 I think."
The flight goes smoothly apart from a patch of turbulence, in which Santana puts a death grip on Brittany's bicep throughout its entirety. Eventually they both fell asleep somewhere over Indiana, with Santana's head on Brittany's shoulder and arms intertwined. After they land in New York and take a lengthy cab ride to the hotel, Ben checks everybody in. The two girls head up to their room on the ninth floor.
"All we did was sit for the last seven hours, yet all I want to do is sleep," Brittany throws herself onto the large King bed. Santana puts their bags and suitcases against the dresser, peels off her jacket, and joins Brittany on the bed.
"I really hope they washed this comforter because my face is all up on it right now," Santana groans.
Brittany leans up onto her forearms and cuddles up next to Santana. "Let's just lie here for a moment before we have to leave again."
"Okay," Santana turns her head to face Brittany and shifts to lie on her side. They tangle their legs together, and wrap their arms around each other to get as close as possible. The two hold each other, breathing into each other, listening to the sound of cars honking on the street below. Santana runs her hand over Brittany's back in circles while Brittany lightly scratches her girlfriend's neck and nape. "Mm, that's nice. I just want to stay here."
"Me too. Forever."
"We can just order room service for every meal. We would never have to leave."
"I love it. But we have to get up and go meet Quinn," Brittany sits up and tugs on Santana's arm. "C'mon, lazybones."
"Just a few more minutes," Santana pleads.
"Not the puppy dog eyes, San."
"My puppy-dog eyes always work. Remember last night? You did that thing for me, and I owe it all to these babies," she points to her dark brown eyes.
"Honey, I would have done it regardless," Brittany laughs. "Now let's go!"
Their cab pulls up to the bistro where Quinn is waiting for them. Santana gets out and the holds the door open for Brittany. She pays the driver and they head inside. Brittany searches around the tables, and she eventually spots her friend sitting in the back. They spot each other, and Brittany rushes to hug Quinn.
"Britt!" the girl throws her arms around her. "I missed you so much!"
"Me too," Brittany steps back, "Quinn, this is Santana."
"Hi, nice to meet you," Santana shakes her hand. "Brittany has told me so much about you."
"Oh no. Now I will have to correct all those lies she told you," Quinn laughs. "Let's sit!"
"So, Britt, what are you doing in town? I know you mentioned some festival, but that's all I caught."
"Well, Santana here is performing a song she wrote which is featured in a short film playing at the film festival tonight."
"That's awesome! You're a songwriter?"
"Yea, I'm signed with Warner."
"Wow! Congratulations. So, Brittany, you're just along for the trip or…?"
"Well, yes, Santana invited me."
"Nice, what a pal you've got," Quinn takes a sip of her water. "I wish I had friends that took me on trips."
"Santana invited me because…..I'm her girlfriend."
Quinn starts laughing, "Good one, Britt. I mean she is damn beautiful, so if you were gay, I'd say go for it."
Brittany and Santana look at each other with concern. "Quinn. I'm not joking."
"Come on, I'm not that gullible, Brittany. Prove it," she laughs.
Brittany and Santana smile at each other. They silently ask each other if they should prove that they are dating. Brittany gives her a small nod and grabs Santana by the neck. She kisses her girlfriend hard, tilting her head and sliding her lips over Santana's. Brittany rubs her thumb across Santana's cheek as her tongue massages her bottom lip. Realizing that they are in a very public place, Brittany separates their lips and wipes the corner of her mouth.
"How's that?" Brittany says smugly.
Quinn sits watching with her mouth agape. Brittany waits for a response, and Santana just takes a sip of her water.
"You can say something now, Quinn."
"Sorry," she shakes her head to get out of the daze. "I just, wow. So you are."
"Yup."
"Well, that's great then! I'm happy for you, Britt."
"Really? You don't just have to say that. I know it's kind of a big surprise."
"No, Britt. I'm sorry I thought you were joking. I acted like an ass."
"It's okay; I just dropped it on you with no warning."
"I really am happy for you. So where did you two meet?"
"Just outside our old apartment actually."
Santana turns to smile at Brittany, remembering the first time she laid eyes on her.
"Oh my god, you two are adorable. It's making me sick and jealous," Quinn laughs.
"So you and Puck…?"
"Yea, we didn't work out."
"I'm so sorry, Quinn. I know how much you liked him."
"It's okay. We just wanted different things. I wanted to get married and he didn't. So…we just weren't meant to be."
"That bastard," Brittany replies.
"I know, right? I mean, it's just a piece of paper and he wouldn't do it," Quinn says and realizes her words. "Fuck, I'm sorry. That was completely insensitive of me. Marriage is more than just on paper, and I'm sorry that you two wouldn't be able to get married in your state."
Brittany and Santana glance at each other, trying to read the other's face at the mention of marriage.
"Crap! And now I'm sorry for bringing up this awkward topic of conversation. Where's the waiter? We should order a bottle of something."
"Take it easy, Quinn," Brittany laughs. "It does suck that it's illegal in California, but who knows," Brittany looks at Santana, "maybe soon it will change."
"Yea," Santana nods. "Plus there's always New York."