Santana POV- Saturday
3:00AM, that is what my alarm clock is displaying for a time right now. I was just woken up by my text notification chime on my phone from a minute ago. Great, I say to myself, it has to be some concerned parent worried about their kid. I grab the phone and to my surprise it's Brittany.
From Brittany: You awake?
To Brittany: Yeah, you ok?
From Brittany: I'm good. Just can't sleep.
To Brittany: Why can't you sleep?
From Brittany: My brain won't stop thinking…about you.
My heart nearly jumped out of my chest when I read that text. I first thought it was because she liked our date last night but then I thought maybe she doesn't want to date me, was it too soon to suggest hanging out with us and Brett, did I just fuck this up! As my mind is going through all these different types of scenarios I hear another chime.
From Brittany: I can't stop thinking how great our date was last night and how sweet you are and I am looking forward to lunch tomorrow. I did have a question for you though.
To Brittany: Shoot
From Brittany: Do you think you could pick Brett and I up around 9 to bring us to his game? I understand if you want to meet us there since it's already 3 in the morning and you might want to sleep in.
From Brittany: You know what never mind
From Brittany: We can take the bus.
To Brittany: I would love to pick you guys up! No Worries and stop overthinking. All you have to do is ask, I am happy to help.
To Brittany: But I do have a question for you though?
From Brittany: LOL ok?
To Brittany: Does Brett like hot chocolate?
From Brittany: He loves it.
To Brittany: Ok great. Well we should try to get some sleep. Try not to overthink about anything and get some rest, Britt-Britt. I will see you at 9 tomorrow :)
From Brittany: Britt- Britt? I like that. Night Sanny.
Saturday-8:59am
I pulled up to the Pierces on time with Britt's coffee (just like she likes it) and a thermos full of hot chocolate for Brett because I know from Britt, that Brett is a "serious soccer player" and I didn't know if he wanted hot chocolate before he played his game or after, thus the thermos.
I text Britt tell her that I am out front and I am currently looking at that pick up truck that has seemed not to have moved since I have known Brittany.
Once Brittany climbs into the car I ask about it. She tells me it's her mother's old truck and she hasn't had the time to get someone to look at it. I made a mental note to call Puck about this later tonight.
Brittany was not kidding when she told me that her brother was a serious soccer player. For an eleven year old Brett could probably run circles around high school players.
We are sitting in a Mexican restaurant chatting away and that I have interacted with a ton of kids in my day and I do have to say Brett is pretty awesome. He holds a conversation well, even better than some of my own friends and this kid is funny! He is giving Brittany and I a ton of shit right now, for the "googly eyes" that we are apparently giving each other. I asked them if they wanted to go to the mall or museum, something so that I can spend a little more time with both of them. Brittany told me that she needed to go home and get laundry done and Brett had a big science project due on Monday. I asked them if they needed anything from the store so I could bring them so they didn't have to take the bus. Brittany told me that they should be fine. Brett was so cute he kept thanking me for the ride, coming to his game, bringing the hot chocolate that he downed after the game (thank you themus for keeping it hot) and for lunch. When I dropped them off, I waved to Ms. Murphy, who was sitting on the porch swing and told Brittany that I would talk to her later and that I would pick her up Monday morning for work. No kiss on the cheek today, which I was a little disappointed about, but I'm thinking she didn't give me one because Brett was with us. When I knew that Brett and Britt were in the house. I went to sit next to Ms. Murphy and asked her about the truck, she told me that the truck has been like that ever since before Britt came to stay with Brett. I could tell that she was holding back on something but I did not want to pry. She did tell me that the truck was open and that I would go take a look around.
Later that night when I got home I called Puck.
"Puck, I need your help with something?" I tell Puck
"Sure thing, just tell me what you need? You're my Lezbro,I have your back!!"
" What did I tell you about calling me that, you know you are a real pain in my ass. Anyway, I am seeing this woman and she has this older Chevy Pickup truck in her driveway that I'm guessing hasn't been used for a couple of years now. I will text you all the info, but I was wondering if you could find someone that can come to their house from 9am to 3pm and fix that truck in their driveway for me?"
"I don't get it San, why does it have to be fixed in their driveway? And only from 9 to 3? You know that is a hard ask, right?"
"Because it is a surprise you idiot, Brittany and her brother Brett will not be home during those times and I will pay for all the work and then some if we can get it done in 2-3 weeks. What do you say, are you up for helping find someone to fix the car? I will put in a good word for you with that new nurse I just hired at the practice?!"
"The redhead? Yeah okay I will do it!"
Monday
While on my way to drop Brittany off at work, she asked me out on a date this Friday after work. I told her of course I would love to go out on a date with her and if there was some place she wanted to go. She told me that she asked me out, thus she plans and pays for everything. She said all I had to do was dress casual and asked if I could pick her up from work. I told her that it was a given.
This week could not go by any slower. Everyday seems to last a bit longer than the last, but for some reason the only time in the day that seems to go by quickly is when I am with Brittany. Our commute to and from work seems to end in a blink of an eye. Is it because we are always engrossed in the 20 questions game or was it something else? But right now I am so happy that it is Friday afternoon and I am currently in my office eating my lunch looking over my next patient's chart when my phone rings. To my disappointment it was Quinn. (Don't get me wrong I love my friends but she is not the blonde that I was hoping to hear from right now.)
"Hey there Lucy Q, what's up?"
"Hey what's going on with Brittany?"
"What do you mean, Q? Is she hurt? Does she need help?"
"Relax San, she is not hurt. I'm only asking because she has seemed distracted lately. Always looking at her phone and looking sad or angry when she checks it. I know that you guys are friends so I wanted to let you know because when I ask if everything is okay she just nods her head."
"Oh, okay Q. I will ask her tonight when I pick her up from work. Hey thanks for checking on her."
"No problem, S! I hope it's nothing."
How in the world am I supposed to bring this up to her. Should I text her asking if she is okay? No you dummy, I have to do it in person. Do I do it tonight on our date? Let's see how she seems. Now I think I am the one that is a little off, I am having a conversation with myself. This work day needs to end.
It is five past six and I am waiting in the parking lot for Brittany. Being the receptionist for some places means you usually are the last to leave, and that is usually the case with Brittany unless the lawyers have a big case they are working on. I see her coming from the front of the building with an older man at her side. It looks like they say their goodbye and then I see Brittany skipping towards my car with a big smile on her face.
Brittany opens the back door to throw her thing in the back seat and climbs in the front seat, she greets me with a kiss on the cheek. (Man the butterfly that this woman gives me) "where to Britt?" I ask when starting the car.
"We are just going down the street and you look nice by the way, San." She tells me.
I blush and say thanks and she look nice too.
Brittany is giving me directions to this secret date location, when we pull up at the Griffith Observatory, Brittany tells me to park the car and grab my coat just in case I need it. Living in LA all my life I have only been here one time for a school trip and I was too young to appreciate the beauty that this place holds. We walk around this place for about an hour holding hands and pointing out things that we see. After a while, my stomach betrays me and makes the loudest noise ever, stopping the tour around this gorgeous place.
"A little hungry there San?" Brittany says to me with a smirk on her face.
"No, I'm okay" I say as my stomach makes another sound.
"Liar! We can grab something to eat." Brittany tells me I respond saying that I was having a great time here and that I want to leave yet.
"Who said anything about leaving" Brittany says over her shoulder walking back to the car. She opens the back door and pulls out what I thought was a backpack but apparently is is a cooler.
"We are going to have a picnic if you don't mind? I wish I could bring you too all these fancy place but I'm able too." Brittany says as she tilts her head down trying to hide her face.
"Britt, are you kidding? This is the most romantic date I have ever been on. You are so sweet doing this for me." I say tilting her head up and placing a feather light kiss on her lips.
Never have I ever felt this way about someone. She seems to have a spell over me. I want to be with her all the time, try to be there for her if needed. I am head over heals for this woman and it scares the shit out of me because it seems so quick.
Brittany and I enjoy our dinner of salads, wine and chocolate covered strawberries watching the sunset. Well packing up the picnic I feel a presence behind me and then I feel a hand on my lower back as I was bending over to grab the blanket from the ground. As I stand up straight and turn around I am met with the most luscious lips on mine. She kisses me with so much passion that I can't stand up straight because my legs feel like boiled spaghetti.. We are kissing for a bit before I break the kiss and ask if she wants to continue this date back at my place. With the night still being young she agrees and we head back to my place.
I am a little nervous to bring her home. I am hopeful that things don't change between us when she realizes that I have some money. People seem to always change when money is involved in my opinion.
During the trip back to my house we talked and Brittany kept squeezing my thigh as I'm driving. When we pull up to my house, Brittany takes her hand off my thigh and becomes very quiet. I ask her if she is okay and she just nods her head. I park in the garage and get out to open her door. You know because I am that bitch… whipped.
I grab Britt's hand and guide her into the house. She hasn't said a word. I ask her if she wants to take a tour of the house and she just nods. I show her the kitchen, living room, dining room, bar, theater room, sauna, back yard, pool house and the bedrooms. We are now in the kitchen sipping on a glass of wine and I hear Brittany say something.
"Sorry Britt, What did you say? I could not hear you."
"I think it's best if I go home to relieve Ms. Murphy now."
"Oh, okay. I'll bring you home"
Not knowing what is going on I ask her if everything is okay since she has been so quiet since we got back to my place. She informs me that she is fine and just needs to go home. I drop her off at her place and I go in for a kiss good night and she just turns her head opens the door and then grabs her stuff out of the backseat, thanks me for the ride and heads inside.
What the hell was that?
Should I continue? Comments/suggestions would be appreciated.