A/N: and chapter 26 on time!
-B
May, 2021:
"Oh please, tell me you're joking, and that you're not this stupid."
You pause and look up from your suitcase, shooting Quinn a small glare, "What did we say about that word?"
Quinn rolls her eyes with a huff and moves closer to your bed as you resume packing.
"And no, Quinn, I'm not joking." You tell her, folding a pair of sweats before placing them in the case, "It's her birthday, and she told me a while ago that she just wants us to be able to act like an actual fucking couple for once without having to hide from literally every person in Lima." You shake your head with a frown and snap your gaze up when you reach to grab one of the pairs of panties you are brining, only to have it snatched up before you can.
Quinn lifts her fist, waving the underwear in front of your face with wide eyes, "Brittany, she's a teenager! And a student!"
"She's a legal adult, and she's my girlfriend." You counter, yanking the panties out of her grasp, dropping them in the suitcase before the others follow suit. "I know it's not the smartest situation to get ourselves into, but it's not like we just jumped into anything." You sigh, straightening your back as you cross your arms, looking at your best friend, "You know I tried to hold back. Our feelings just...titles shouldn't matter when what we have is real." You state and Quinn shakes her head at you.
"Britt, you know I love you, and I want you to be happy, especially after that bitch-"
"Quinn."
"Sorry." She huffs, "But I don't want you to get in trouble."
"I won't, because everyone who knows about us, promised to keep their mouths shut." You tell her with a pointed look and Quinn narrows her eyes.
"Everyone?"
"Mhm, you, Puck-"
"Puck knows?"
"Of course, how do you think I managed to score the hotel deal?" you ask and Quinn gawks before running both hands through her hair restlessly, "Then there's Kurt and Mercedes-"
"Kurt Hummel and Mercedes Jones?" Quinn shrieks and you wince at the volume, "Our students? Two of our students know you're involved with another student? God, this is just a fucking recipe for disaster. And out of all the students you choose to tell the two biggest gossips in the school. I applaud you're idiocy."
"They're Santana's friends, what did you expect?" you ask with a chuckle, turning to face your case instead of her, "Also, they kind of walked in on us."
"They – oh, this just gets better and better for you, doesn't it?"
You spin on her, grabbing her arms and duck your head to meet her gaze, "Quinn, relax." She looks between your eyes as she hyperventilates, and you crack a faint smile as she calms, "You get way too involved with problems that aren't your own."
"So you admit this is a problem."
"Have I ever claimed it wasn't? I'm not a moron." You laugh before shrugging, "Anyway, I have to pick Santana up in an hour so can I have my bra?" you nod to the blue sports bra clenched in her fist, and hold your hand out with an amused smile, whispering a thank you when she drops it in your hand.
"Alright, so you just go to the front desk and tell whoever's there that the two of you are checking in under the name Reagan Millard." Puck says through the phone as you come to a stop outside of Mercedes's house.
"That's it?" you frown, "Puck, are you sure this is even legit? Are you sure you didn't hook up with a girl he liked, and him repaying whatever favor you did for him isn't a way for him to screw you over?"
"Considering he's very, very gay and always has been, I doubt that's the case." He laughs and you huff, looking towards the front door of the house when it opens; Santana hugging Mercedes and Kurt at the door before hurrying over with a duffle bag.
"Puck, hold one a second."
"No problemo. " he replies quickly as you get out of the truck, rounding the front to greet Santana.
"Hey!" she huffs with a smile, letting the duffle drop to the ground before letting out a relieved breath.
"Hi." You chuckle, placing a quick kiss to her cheek before waving to the two watching from the door. They wave back before Mercedes ushers Kurt inside, and you open the passenger door for Santana before lifting her duffle into the back. "Damn, Lopez, what did you bring?" you huff, standing back as you watch Santana pull herself into the truck with ease.
"Just the essentials."
"Just the essentials, my ass." You snort, closing the back door before hers, making your way back behind the wheel. "Okay…" you breathe, closing the door behind you while putting your seatbelt on. It clicks into place and you drop your hands onto the wheel, turning to look at Santana smiling at you. "Hi."
"Hi." She giggles, leaning over the middle console.
You smile into the kiss, nudging your nose against hers affectionately, and only pull back when you hear someone clear their throat.
"You forget about me?" Puck asks and you blush, glancing at Santana as she looks at you in shock.
"He was on hold." You tell her and she nods slowly.
"Ms. Lopez." Puck greets through the phone and Santana smiles, returning the greeting before settling in the seat.
"Okay, so back to our conversation," you say, shifting into drive before pulling away from Mercedes's curb, "We just walk in and tell whoever's behind the desk that we're booked under Reagan Millard?"
"That's it?" Santana asks and you lift your shoulders.
"That's it, my young, Latina, friend." Puck confirms as you snort a laugh, glancing between Santana and the road.
Santana runs her tongue along her teeth, eyeing the phone on the dash, and you hold back a grin, "Alright, well we'll be turning onto the highway in a few minutes, so I'm going to let you go, Puck." You say, sending Santana a wink when she looks at you.
"Trying to get rid of me, huh? I get it." He laughs, "Okay, have fun you two, and I mean all kinds of fun, it doesn't have to stay PG-"
"Goodbye, Puckerman." You cut him off, ending the call with a push of a button on your steering wheel, and glance at a blushing Santana before your clear your throat and offer a sheepish smile, "He's a guy."
You pull up behind a sedan at the set of stoplights, and rest your head back against the headrest before you glance at the time. Eight twenty-seven. Santana lets out a small sigh, and you turn your head to look at her, smiling softly at her sleeping with her knees angled, sock clad feet resting on your dash.
Normally that would piss you the fuck off, but with Santana, you're pretty sure she could do absolutely anything and everything and you wouldn't be bothered whatsoever.
You catch the light turn green in your peripheral, and return your gaze to the road, looking for the hotel as you go. It's been a good two hours since you left Lima, the traffic terrible and not at all what you expected. Plus, you are exhausted from rushing to get everything done today, getting up earlier than usual to ensure it got done. You just want to crash. Much like Santana, who left you to entertain yourself after an hour into the drive. Your foot presses gently on the brake to let a car pull in front of you, and you nod your head in reply to their appreciative wave, scanning the area around you for the damn hotel.
You find it after a few minutes, and turn into the appropriate lane, following the road until you're pulling into the lot.
"Jesus…" you breathe in awe, running your eyes over the building, and spend the next five minutes trying to score a parking spot.
Turning the key, the engine shuts off and you unbuckle your belt, reaching over to place your hand on Santana's arm.
"San…" you whisper softly, caressing her skin with your thumb, "San, we're here." You tell her and watch her suck in a deep breath through her nose before letting it escape the same way. She blinks her eyes open and looks at you with a squint, making you smile lovingly at her, and lowers her feet to the floor of the truck, sitting up properly.
"Hey…" she rasps and you swallow, ignoring how sexy her voice sounds. "We're here?"
"Mhm," you nod, pulling your hand back, "Thanks for falling asleep on me, by the way."
Santana winces and smiles apologetically as you shake your head with a chuckle and get out of the truck, moving to open the door for her. You watch her slip her feet into her heeled boots, of which she claims 'makes her look older', and pull out her duffle, stumbling at the weight. Santana snickers and you roll your eyes, putting the strap over your shoulder before grabbing your suitcase and popping the wheels out.
"Okay." You nod to yourself and close the doors, locking the vehicle before the two of you head to the front entrance. "So we just go to the desk and-"
"Holy shit." Santana says and you look up from trying to get your suitcase up the steps, and follow her gaze to the lobby of the hotel; your lips parting in awe. This was probably the nicest hotel you've ever stepped foot inside. You look around, Santana wrapping her hand around your bicep, walking with you until you reach the desk; a middle aged and smiling man standing behind it.
"Hello, welcome to the Hilton. Can I get you a room or –"
"Uh, oh, we have a reservation." You say, focusing on the man rather than the space around you.
"Excellent, under what name?"
You open your mouth and furrow your brows, thinking of what he guy's name was, when Santana chuckles softly at you, "Reagan Millard." She provides and you smile at her, receiving a wink of her own.
You look back at the man as his brows lift, "You two must be the friends Mr. Millard called in about." The two of you smile and he nods, looking down at the computer screen on the desk, "Okay, so you'll be staying in Mr. Millard's regular suite on the forty-first floor…if one of you would just sign this..." he says, taking a form from the printer next to him, sliding it in front of you and Santana with a pen.
"Shouldn't we pay before we sign, or something?" you question, signing your name in the box before placing the pen down on the paper, watching the man pick it up and print another copy.
"Mr. Millard already paid with his card, everything's covered." He grins as the smile falters on your face, as well as Santana's.
You exchange a look with the brunette as she runs a hand through her hair, wearing a confused frown, and look back at the man, "I'm sorry, what?"
"Mr. Millard has already covered everything. The suite includes room service twice a day, breakfast and dinner, as well as bottle of red wine in the room, anything other than that you will have to pay for." He smiles, handing you two room keys along with your copy of the reservation details.
You look at Santana, her brows lifted, and look back at the man before nodding slowly and thanking him, grabbing Santana's hand to lead her from the desk.
"Are you serious?" Santana whispers in question and you lift your shoulders, leading her to the elevators while pulling out your cell phone. You hit the up button and wait for the doors to open before the tow of you step in, and then you're typing out a quick message to Puck. "How rich is this guy?"
"No idea, but I mean, he does get some crazy deal when he stays here, so it shouldn't have been that much, right?"
"Britt, we were just given two room keys for a suite at the Hilton, without having to pay a single cent. That's insane." Santana states and you nod, looking at your phone when it dings, only a winking face as the reply.
"I know, but what can we do?" you ask her and she purses her lips, slumping against the wall of the elevator as it continues to ascend. The doors open and you look at the key, locating the room easily. You swipe the card and push the door open, nodding for Santana to head in first.
She takes your suitcase behind her, leading you in and mumbles curses under her breath as she takes in the place while you follow closely behind. It was like a tiny apartment. The door leads you past a small eating area that opens to a living room with a couch, two chairs, and a TV. Santana goes straight to the window, opening the curtains to take in the view as you continue on to the bedroom; a clean king sized bed in the middle of the far wall, with a desk to it left, across the door to the bathroom, and a television shelf across from the bed.
"This place is beautiful, Britt." Santana says from behind you, looking over your shoulder with her hands on your waist. You nod and step inside the room to let her take a look, placing her duffle on the bed before doing the same with your suitcase.
You run a hand through your hair, blowing out through your mouth and watch Santana in amusement as she drops down onto the bed, spreading her arms out over her head, "Oh my god…"
"Comfortable?"
"It's like I'm lying on a cloud." She whispers and you chuckle, "Lay down with me." She says, turning onto her stomach as you take a step back while shaking your head.
"As lovely as that sounds, I haven't done any form of exercise today, and I refuse to miss one."
"Britt, your body is perfect." Santana says with a laugh, "I would know, I've become very well acquainted with it." She smiles seductively and you roll your eyes, unzipping your suitcase.
"It's perfect because I never miss a work out."
"Then come here. I'll spot you."
You shiver at her tone and glance at her through your lashes, her head tilted and bottom lip trapped between her teeth.
"Are you hungry?" you ask and Santana's suggestive smile falters before coming back instantly, "Not for that!" She pouts and you shake your head with a smile, "Do you need a cold shower?"
"Only if you join me." She smiles sweetly.
"Oh my god." You mumble, grabbing your leggings and sports bra before heading into the bathroom to change; Santana chuckling from the bed.
A/N: Next update will be Sunday!
-B