''Wait, let me get this straight here. Instead of being a normal person and asking Santana out on a proper date you invited her to a birthday party for your dog?''
''Not a birthday party, a sobriety celebration,'' Brittany corrected her roommate. ''There's a distinction.''
''Yeah cause that sounds less weird,'' Tina said sarcastically. ''It's still a party for a dog.''
''Shut up, I panicked okay!''
Tina and Brittany were walking a path in the park as Biscuit lead them along, mean mugging people in passing. Brittany had just given Tina the lowdown on the latest development.
Brittany had planned to ask Santana out on a real date the next time they spoke but she had chickened out over the phone at the last minute. She knew she wanted to spend more time with Santana though and so on the spot she had made up a fib about throwing some kind of puppy party. Was it ridiculous? Absolutely, but it also gave her a reason to ask Santana over to her place under the pretense that it was for Biscuit's benefit.
''So now I have to plan a dog party for this coming weekend,'' Brittany sighed.
''What even is a dog party?''
''Apparently, they're all the rage. I went down a Pinterest rabbit hole this morning.''
''I don't understand,'' Tina said with a shrug. ''I get that you like this girl or whatever but you're going through an awful lot of trouble just to spend more time with her. It seems silly to me. What's so special about her? Like, how hot can she be that you'd be willing to go to all these lengths?''
''To answer your question, that hot…''
Brittany nodded up ahead a short distance where Santana stood with a fit blond man and Boss. Her male friend was playing a game of fetch with Boss while Santana was using a nearby railing to stretch. Stretch in some weirdly suggestive poses that made Brittany's mouth hang open. Santana sure was….bendy, she thought. To top it off Santana was wearing black skin tight leggings and a hot pink sports bra with a hoodie tied around her waist. Brittany blinked in awe at the tiny rise and fall of her chest. She could literally see every tiny deliciously defined muscle on her tan midsection. Even in workout gear Santana was a sight, not a hair out of place and as for what she was wearing on top…
''I'd literally sell my soul to be that sports bra right now,'' Brittany said out loud without realizing.
''Gross, Brittany.''
''But you see why I'm all about this girl now, right?''
''It's kind of hard not to, yeah.'' Tina nodded. Santana was a looker all right she conceded.
''Come on I'll introduce you, and don't embarrass me.''
''Something tells me you'll do a fine job of that yourself with all of your drooling.''
Brittany guided Tina and Biscuit to Santana who had just bent down in a wide stance and touched her fingertips to her toes.
''You're, like, really good at that,'' Brittany said in greeting as they came up from behind. She chanced a glance at Santana's rear, because, well.
Santana stopped what she was doing mid-pose and through her own legs looked at Brittany upside down. ''Stretching?''
''Yeah,'' Brittany answered, still appreciatively gazing. ''Who's your friend?'' she nodded in the direction of Boss' playmate.
''That's Sam,'' said Santana as she stood upright and waved him over.
Sam gave the group of women a little salute as he and Boss jogged over. ''Hi you must be Brittany.'' He extended his hand and gave Brittany a polite shake, after her he offered his hand to Tina.
''Nice to meet you,'' Brittany said and then made a wave to her own pal at her side. ''This is my roommate Tina by the way. Tina this is Santana, and Sam.''
''Nice to meet you, Tina.'' Santana smiled wickedly at the girl. ''Now I can put a face to the name. She talks about you all the time.''
''Does she now?'' Tina beamed.
''Yeah,'' Santana laughed. ''Just yesterday she told me Biscuit chewed up your bank card.''
Tina's face went sour and she looked down at the culprit. ''Yeah that was unfortunate.''
''Although my favorite Tina-Biscuit story had to be the one where you had your boyfriend over and things were going down in the bedroom when Biscuit just strolled in and crop-dusted the both of you,'' Santana said, recalling another anecdote.
''Yeah, Biscuit and I have a very complicated relationship,'' Tina admitted. ''I've heard a lot about you though. Brittany won't shut up about you-'' Tina paused when she felt Brittany lightly jab her in the side. It was a silent request to not make her sound desperate or overly invested. ''Because she uh really loves your dog.''
Santana smiled down at her puppy who was now apparently wrestling with a giant leaf. ''He's a sweetheart.''
''Santana was telling me you were having a party for your dog, that sounds so cool.'' Sam bent down to Biscuit's level and attempted to pet him, only Biscuit wasn't having it and lightly nipped Sam. It wasn't enough to be painful but it was enough to get the point across that he did not take to strangers touching him. ''Ow, damn.''
''Sorry about that, I should've warned you,'' Brittany said apologetically. ''It takes Biscuit awhile to warm up to people. And yeah, I'm having a party this weekend at our apartment. You're welcome to come along too if you want.''
''I just might,'' Sam said and then glanced down at his watch. ''Well, I'm glad I got to meet you, Brittany, Tina, but I have some errands to run so I should be on my way.''
''Me too, I have an appointment to get to,'' Tina said. ''I'll walk with you.''
Sam smiled and nodded and soon he and Tina were departing the area which left Brittany standing with Santana. Instead of taking their seats at their usual spot on the bench nearby however they both began to walk a pathway. It gave Boss and Biscuit a chance to exercise as they led the way in front of them. It also gave Brittany more time to admire Santana's outfit.
''So. How come I've never seen you in this lovely ensemble before?'' Brittany teased.
''I'm behind on my laundry.'' Santana shrugged.
''Well please never do laundry again if it means you walking around like this more often.''
Santana laughed at Brittany's slightly flirty remark. ''Anyways this party of yours that you're throwing for Biscuit. Do I need to bring anything? Or do anything? I've never been to any kind of dog party before.''
On Brittany's end she had never actually thrown a dog party before but she didn't want to come off as unprepared. In fact she was hoping to use the opportunity to perhaps even impress Santana. ''No. I'll have everything taken care of, plus Tina offered to give me a hand. All you and Boss have to do is show up.''
''Awesome.''
''You know I've probably said this before but it means a lot that you would agree to come. I imagine you probably have more exciting things you could be doing on a Saturday.''
''I'm happy to go. Besides what kind of boyfriend would Boss be if he didn't show up to support Biscuit?''
And then -
Oof.
Brittany was too busy smiling at Santana to notice she was about to collide with someone before it was too late. It seemed a man who had been preoccupied with his phone had slammed directly into Brittany's front. He teetered back and his device slipped out of his hands. It made a horrible cracking sound as it made contact with the pavement below. The man's face curled up into something unpleasant, as if Brittany was in the wrong and had made them bump into each other on purpose.
''What the hell! You just broke my phone lady," the guy practically sneered.
''I-I didn't see you," Brittany began, startled at his rude tone. "It was an accident. I'm sorry I didn't even notice-"
"Maybe you would've if you used your fucking brain," the stranger retorted.
And with that, in the same instant, something was triggered in both Santana and Biscuit who stepped forward, putting themselves in between Brittany and the angry man as if it was their knee jerk reaction to insert themselves to shield her as well as Boss who had waddled his way in between Brittany's legs.
"Hey why don't you fucking back off," Santana started in. Beneath her Biscuit stood alert, his eyes narrowing on the man.
''Yeah, well why don't you tell your friend to watch where she's going!''
Santana used her pointer finger to poke the man firmly in his chest. ''It was an accident. Perhaps if you weren't busy trolling Tinder or Christian Mingle or Farmers Only Dating or whatever the hell you were doing, you would've noticed that you were also about to walk into her. It was an innocent mistake.''
''She owes me a new phone.''
''Nah,'' Santana laughed a mirthless, wicked laugh. ''She gave you a 'sorry' which you barely deserved. Now I think you should be on your way.''
The man scoffed and shook his head and looked like he was going to launch into a bitch fit but then thought better of it when he glanced down at Biscuit who was showing a bit of teeth. He then looked at Santana whose eyes were cold yet confident in the face of his aggression.
''Screw you,'' he muttered. He grabbed the shattered pieces of his phone and then walked off in a huff.
Santana turned around and watched him go as did Biscuit who sat back on his haunches with his chest puffed out slightly. He and Santana eyed the man until he was far off in the distance.
''You didn't have to do that,'' Brittany said.
''What?'' Santana turned back around.
''Defend me.''
''He was being a jerk. I didn't like the way he was talking to you. I'm sorry if I was over the line. I get like that sometimes...'' Santana bowed her head in uncertainty. ''I shouldn't have gotten nasty.''
''Thank you.''
Santana raised an eyebrow. ''Thank you?''
''You weren't being nasty, you were being protective. You even jumped in front of me.''
Santana shrugged her actions off. ''I sorta have a short fuse. I've been told it's not exactly a great trait of mine.''
''It was amazing, you were amazing,'' Brittany was marvelling at her. ''No one's ever did anything like that for me before.''
''That didn't put you off at all?''
''What are you even talking about?''
''Most people see me go off once and are already out the door.''
Brittany's eyes were filled with nothing but admiration. ''No, you were awesome. That was like the coolest, most bravest thing anyone's ever done for me.''
Santana smiled and shifted in place a little. ''Yeah well. Any time.''
Brittany felt like she was going to float away. There was something about seeing Santana bring out her claws and put someone in their place in order to defend her that made Brittany feel all warm and fuzzy. Brittany thought it was heroic. More than that, it was also super sexy. She couldn't help herself when she stepped forward to close the space between them and place a single gentle peck against Santana's right dimple.
''I hope that was okay,'' Brittany whispered.
''That was more than okay,'' Santana whispered back, her eyelashes fluttering in surprise.
Below them Boss and Biscuit stood at their feet, watching their humans make eyes at each other.
X
''What would one gift to a former alcoholic dog?''
Santana posed the question to Sam a couple of days later as they stood in the middle of an aisle at a pet supply store. They had a cart in front of them with Boss in the small front seat of it. They were on the dog toy aisle and Santana couldn't make up her mind on what kind of gift she should give Brittany's puppy.
''How about this thing?'' Sam picked up a squeaky toy that was in the shape of a hedgehog. ''It's cute and it's…'' he paused as he read the price tag. ''Twelve dollars! For a dog toy?'' He made a face and threw it back in a bin.
Santana waved a hand dismissively. ''Money is no object here, Sam.''
Sam continued on strolling and poking around at various toys, squeezing them to make sounds and then tossing them back. ''So what, you're trying to impress Brittany by getting her dog a really expensive toy?''
''What? No. But Boss and I should show up with a gift. It's like party etiquette or something.''
''Uh huh.'' Sam wasn't so convinced.
''And by the way I'm not even into Brittany like that.''
''Whatever you say, but if you ask me she's definitely into you.''
''What makes you say that?'' Santana pulled a toy in the shape of a dinosaur off of a peg and handed it to Boss who was immediately entertained by it and hugged it to his front.
''Well first of all the other day I met her at the park. You were in your workout clothes and she couldn't stop staring at your boob-ular area. That's why I excused myself, it was getting weird.''
Santana smiled. ''That doesn't necessarily mean anything. I mean, who wouldn't stare at me. ''
''Santana, she was staring at you the way Boss stares at a piece of steak. You know, all drooly with a far away look. Like that. You should ask her out.''
''Why? Would would be the point? I already know how it's going to turn out anyways. I ask her out, we date, we sleep together, I get attached and she gets bored when she realizes that caring about someone like me is work.''
''I think you're selling yourself short here. You should give her a chance...you should give yourself a chance.'' Santana sighed and said nothing. ''I'll be sure to talk you up to Brittany at her party.''
''What do you mean?''
''This dog party thing, I'm going.''
''Uh the hell you are,'' she scoffed. ''I don't need you there hovering.''
''Hey she invited me! I'm going a) for the free food b) to pet stranger's animals I'm really hoping there's gonna be a pug there cause I always wanted to pet a pug and c) to be your wing man.''
''I don't need a wing man. Say I was trying to start something with Brittany, I could do that all on my own.''
Sam didn't seem convinced. ''Mmhm.''
''Right Boss?''
Santana looked to Boss for affirmation but he only tilted his head at her as if in pity.
''Oh yeah, well for your and Boss' information she's already kissed me,'' Santana said, trying to prove something to her friend and dog.
Sam's eyes went wide with intrigue. ''Really now? How'd that go?''
''Calm down. It was barely a peck and on my cheek.''
''I'm telling you she's totally into you.''
''Yeah, yeah, yeah.'' Santana hushed him by stuffing a chew toy into Sam's mouth.
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''Did you get the drinks? Please tell me you got the drinks.''
''Yes I got the drinks!''
It was the day of the party and Tina was shuffling into their apartment with a handful of grocery bags as Brittany stood on a chair, pinning up decorations. She had just finished arranging balloons in the shape of letters to form the phrase 'Let's Pawty' above the buffet table of dog snacks such as pupcakes and pupcorn, which were puppy treats made up to look like human food.
Tina heaved everything in her arms onto their kitchen counter and made her way to the table where she spotted a very elaborate cake covered in baby blue frosting. She dipped a finger into the frosting and was about to bring it to her mouth when Brittany caught her hand.
Brittany hopped down from the seat and shouted. ''Don't eat that!''
''What, why?''
''Because this is dog food,'' Brittany explained through laughter and handed Tina a napkin to wipe her hand clean.
''Looks like cake to me.''
''Well, it's dog food substitute made up to look like a normal cake. Even the frosting-like stuff is doggy food. I special ordered this.''
''I can't believe you're really doing this party.'' Tina sighed and headed back towards the kitchen where she began to unpack her grocery bags and set up some human snack bowls on the counter. ''Where is Biscuit anyways? Usually he's tormenting me the minute I get in the door.''
''He's at the pet groomers. Marley offered to take him in with her cat so I could set up.''
''Aha,'' Tina sung out as she unloaded the last grocery bag. From it she pulled out a giant box of wine.
''Really?'' asked Brittany. ''Need I remind you that this party is to celebrate Biscuit's sobriety?''
''He's not even a real alcoholic, you made that up!'' Tina hollered and began the process of opening the thing up in order to pour herself a glass. ''Besides I'm going to need alcohol in order to endure this ridiculous party okay? And you, my friend, could probably use a glass yourself.''
''What, why?''
''Maybe a little liquid courage is just what you need to step it up and make a move on Santana.''
Brittany disregarded that and began to turn in place, examining the apartment one final time. ''I just need this party to go well so she can see what I'm like outside of the park. Does it look okay? Tell me it looks okay?''
Tina gulped down a mouthful of liquid. ''It looks great. The balloons, the streamers, the puppy buffet.''
A few moments later their neighbor Marley arrived toting her cat as well as Biscuit. While Biscuit could have a gnarly attitude with many a people and many other animals, he was quite fond of the cat, Pepper. The two of them had been rescued together by Brittany after all so he didn't mind her when she started crawling all around his space.
''Who's my handsome boy? You're my handsome boy! Yes, you are!'' Brittany bent down to talk to Biscuit who was fresh from the groomers. He held his head up proudly, he knew he was a handsome boy and basked in Brittany's adoration.
''Hope we're not too early,'' said Marley.
Brittany stood to greet their first guest. ''No, you're just in time. Thanks for taking him while I set up. That's the human food…'' She made a wave towards the snacks on the counter, and then another towards the table set up in the sitting area. ''And that's the pet food. Tina is serving drinks. Help yourself to whatever you see. The real food is on it's way being delivered.''
Marley bowed her head in thanks and went to join Tina standing about in the kitchen nook. Brittany meanwhile went to answer the door when she heard a knock. She opened it to see Santana and Boss standing on her doorstep. Sam stood a few feet behind them. Boss had a tiny-tiny bouquet of flowers in his mouth.
''Hi,'' Santana greeted.
''You made it,'' Brittany sighed and moved aside to allow them to enter.
''Sam tagged along, I hope you don't mind.''
''No, the more the merrier, besides I invited him when we met. Anyway any friend of yours is a friend of mine. Please, come in.''
Sam gave her a bright smile and walked further in heading towards the living room while Santana and Brittany lingered in the entry space.
''I brought these for you.'' Santana tilted her head sideways and down to indicate Boss and his small bundle of flowers. ''Well, Boss brought them for Biscuit I mean.''
Brittany gently took the bouquet from Boss' mouth. ''I love them, I mean Biscuit will love them.''
Boss waddled away in search of Biscuit and they followed him into the next room where they found Sam gleefully scarfing down a piece of puppy cake.
''Oh my god,'' Brittany hollered.
''I'm sorry, I had to serve myself a slice,'' Sam said, messily stuffing his mouth with yet another piece. ''It looked delicious.''
''I-you-oh my god,'' Brittany just stammered. ''That's dog food.''
Sam was licking his fingers of pet food frosting. ''It's what now?''
''It's pet food. This whole little buffet is pet food made to look like human food. Human snacks are on the counter over there.'' She pointed off towards the nook where Tina and Marley were congregating.
Sam dropped his plate of doggy cake and started coughing and wiping his tongue with nearby napkins. ''Blaaarggg.''
''I wish I could say this wasn't a common occurrence with him, but…'' Santana laughed and trailed off in thought. ''This is not the first time he's done this.''
''May I use your bathroom?'' Sam looked repulsed with himself as he asked Brittany.
''It's through there.'' Brittany directed him down a hallway.
''Sorry about that.'' Santana apologized on behalf of her dimwitted friend.
''It's my fault really. I kind of went a little bit overboard with ideas.''
Santana noted the small signs around the bowls. ''Pupcakes...pupcorn? Cute.''
''You think?''
''Very,'' Santana said, staring intently at Brittany.
As the evening pressed on Tina and Marley joined them out in the living room and Sam eventually returned having washed his mouth out. They all chatted and snacked as more guests entered. It seemed everyone in their apartment building with a pet had been extended an invitation. Over a dozen people showed up with their dog or cat and joined in the festivities. There was plenty of treats, both pet and human kind, and there were even a couple of silly games Brittany had prepared for the event to acquaint and entertain everyone.
A half hour into the party it was present opening time which found Biscuit on the floor tearing into gift wrap like a greedy child. He got plenty of doggy toys and rawhide chews. Their weird vegan neighbor Rachel got him a month supply of some fancy vegan doggy dental health sticks which Biscuit promptly tried and then spat out in disgust. Marley and her cat had gifted him a new, plush doggy bed which Biscuit seemed way more appreciative of.
Santana and Boss were the last to come forward with their gift.
Santana had gently taken Boss to the side and placed something in his mouth and then gave him a gentle pat to guide him to Biscuit's place in the center of the room. Boss had toddled up to his BFF and adorably presented him with a new rainbow dog collar complete with bright, shiny new tags. Everyone awwww'd at the adorable gesture and surrounded the puppies, with guests being taken by the cuteness of Boss.
Brittany however stood back at Santana's side.
''A rainbow dog collar huh?'' she asked.
''Well, Biscuit is clearly gay. He should show his pride.''
''You think of everything, don't you?''
''Well, it was either this or a paid vacation to Fire Island, so. Besides I didn't really pick it out, it was from Boss to Biscuit.''
An hour later the real main course arrived. Brittany had special ordered a delivery from Biscuit's favorite human restaurant. It wasn't usually something she treated him to very often because didn't think it was good for him to have it all the time but since it was a special occasion she thought she'd treat her favorite boy.
''Wait, you let Biscuit eat Breadstix?'' Santana asked as Brittany and Tina went about serving the party goers their meals from large trays.
''Not all the time otherwise he'd turn into a little food monster but when he's a good boy I'll usually bring him a doggy bag of their breadsticks, they seem to be his favorite.''
''But...but...Breadsticks from Breadstix is my favorite,'' Santana said. ''That's so strange.''
''I ordered plenty so help yourself to as many as you want. Actually…'' Brittany held up a finger briefly and then went about fixing a special plate of breadsticks which she handed off to Santana. ''Could you do me a favor and go give these to Biscuit for me while I finish getting everyone their food?''
''Sure thing.''
Santana accepted the plate and then strolled back into the now slightly crowded living room. She sifted her way through people and pets until she found Biscuit sitting on a couch by himself. Boss was busy being coo'd at by various guests which left Biscuit to his own devices. Santana blinked at him for a second. He blinked back.
''So. These are for you,'' she said and placed the breadsticks down on the cushions.
Biscuit sniffed around and snagged one into his mouth. Santana took a stick for herself as well as she sat at his side.
''Fun party huh?'' she spoke to him casually, as if he would talk back. ''Great food, great food. You got some sweet ass gifts today too right?''
Biscuit crunched on his stick and stared at her.
''So I think it's time you and I have a talk.''
''Arf,'' Biscuit yipped.
''I'm glad you agree. Look I'm just going to come right out and say it, I know you and Boss are in a committed monogamous relationship now and I respect that. At first I thought it would be a passing casual thing between you two but now I see that it's more serious. If you make Boss happy then that's all that matters to me. You just have to understand that Boss is my perfect boy and you're sweeping him off his feet and I wasn't prepared for that. I still thought I had more time before he fell in love and settled down. Pretty soon before I know it you two will be bringing home grand-dogs. It's just a lot. But he loves you. I can see it in the way he wags his tail. I'm not going to stand in the way of your happiness. Just cherish him. And please don't give him fleas.''
''What are you doing?'' Sam appeared with a drink in hand.
''Having a moment with Biscuit,'' Santana answered like it was obvious. ''I had to lay down some rules if he and Boss are going to be together.''
Sam rolled his eyes. ''Why aren't you with Brittany? Now is the perfect time to go chat her up.''
''She told me to come give Boss his favorite human snack. I sat down for a minute.'' Santana sniffed in Sam's general direction and screwed up her face. ''By the way I can still smell the dog food on your breath.''
''Whatever,'' Sam shushed her and waved his hand about. ''Look I just saw Brittany get pasta sauce all over outfit. She went to go change. Why don't you go check on her and ask if there's anything you can do to help.''
''I'm not gonna try to seduce her during Biscuit's dog party,'' she said in an intense whisper.
''Who said anything about that? I'm not Puck,'' Sam said. ''I'm just saying maybe if you got her alone in a room and had a one-on-one conversation with her, sparks might fly. Go talk to her, away from everyone else.''
''Nah I think I'm good here.''
''Go or I'll show everyone that video of you that night you got drunk and slow danced with Boss to K-Ci and JoJo's All My Life.''
''Psh, you wouldn't.''
Wordlessly Sam pulled out his phone, clicked on the screen and then turned it towards her. Before her a video played of her slow dancing with Boss as she weepily and emotionally sang the climax of the song to the pup. ''I reallly looooooooooove youuuuuu! All my life! I pray for someone like you! Close to me you're like my mother, close to me you're like my father, close to my sister, close to me you're like my brother, you are the only one, my everything, and to you this song I sing!''
Santana remained stoic after watching footage of herself. ''Boss likes when I sing 90's slow jams to him, what, I'm not ashamed.''
''Will you please just go?''
In the end Santana relented and found her way to Brittany's bedroom where she knocked and opened the door a few inches. ''Brittany,'' she announced herself and stepped in. She closed her eyes however, not wanting to see too much. ''Sam told me you had an accident with the food. You want me to take over in the kitchen? If you need a break I'd be happy to help.''
Brittany walked out of the bathroom connected to her bedroom fully dressed in fresh, clean clothes. ''Why are your eyes closed?''
''I wanted to check on you but I wasn't sure if you were decent.''
''I changed. You can open them.''
Santana opened them and - ''Holy crap, what is that?!''
Santana walked past Brittany to study a large framed portrait of Biscuit on Brittany's bedroom wall. He was sitting on his haunches and smiling into the camera like a cheeseball. ''Oh god,'' Brittany sighed. She so didn't want Santana to see that. She hadn't thought to cover it up or take it down. Then again she hadn't thought Santana would be in her bedroom during the party. That was a welcome development but now she had to deal with the fact that Santana saw Biscuit's doggy portrait which Brittany feared would just make her seem like one of those mega weird people who was obsessed with her animal.
Then again, she was already throwing a party for her dog so maybe that ship had sailed.
''That's...interesting.''
Brittany winced. ''It's not weird?''
''No, it's totally weird. Weird but sweet.'' Santana looked at the picture with fondness. ''You must really love him huh?''
''He's one of the best things to ever happen to me. I know that sounds ridiculous-''
''No, not at all. Boss is one of the best things to happen to me. I get it.''
Brittany turned and plopped herself down at the edge of her bed. ''Most people take one look at him and think he's a bad dog with a bad attitude who's just too wild, but he's not. He's so much more than that.''
''He's a lucky dog to have a human like you.''
''Yeah well, Boss is lucky too. If you're the one who comes home to him every night.''
''See you lost me there. I don't think very many people dream about me coming home to them.''
''I find that hard to believe.''
Santana shrugged and then slinked her way over to join Brittany on her bed. ''You're just getting to know me though. The truth is...I'm not exactly easy to care about.''
''I've seen you with Boss though.'' Brittany bumped Santana in the side. ''The way he looks at you when you're playing with him. I'd say he finds it pretty easy to care about you.''
''Yeah well. I give him belly rubs and doggy treats. He'd love anyone.''
Brittany shook her head and laughed. ''No, because remember, puppy intuition? I don't think they're won over so easily. It takes a lot more than that. Something tells me Boss loves you because you're genuine and loving and protective.''
''I suppose.''
''And for what it's worth, I find it pretty easy to care about you too.''
Santana turned her face to catch Brittany's eyes. ''You do?''
''Our puppy play dates are usually the highlight of my week. I look forward to them and not just for Biscuit and Boss' benefit either. You're funny and smart and you really know how to fill out a sports bra.''
Santana laughed and tried not to blush at that.
''I like sitting on our bench and talking to you,'' Brittany continued. ''About our dogs or music or work, anything, everything.''
''Our bench huh?''
''Yeah, our bench. I don't know where you got this idea that you're hard to care about or be with but it's not true.''
''Yeah well. Like Biscuit I guess you could say I have a complicated past.''
Brittany considered that for a second. ''Yeah well. Like Boss I'm willing to look beyond that.''
Brittany turned her body slightly, opening herself up, hoping that Santana would see the move for what it was, an invitation for her to lean in and give Brittany a lip locky embrace. It was quiet and dim and they were alone on a bed after all. All Santana had to do was tilt forward and press her lips against Brittany's. For a second it even looked like she was going to do just that was she bumped their noses together gently, moving in slow degrees until-
''Brittany, Sugar Motta's pomeranian just took a dump under the coffee table! Finn Hudson's doberman is humping Quinn Fabray's greyhound! And you don't even want to know what Kurt Hummel's yorkie just swallowed! We're having a doggy emergency out here and I need you!'' Tina shouted through the door in a rushed speech. She followed through with several desperate knocks.
It seemed the party was getting out of hand in their absence. It kind of put a damper on any potential makeout session.
''I think I have to get out there,'' Brittany said mournfully.
''I guess you do.''
Santana watched Brittany hesitantly stand up and head out to tend to the party before she herself exhaled and tossed her upper body flat on her back onto the mattress.
''Smooth moves, Lopez,'' she said to herself and the portrait of Biscuit that she felt was staring down at her.
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This chapter isn't really what I wanted it to be but, oh well. This is just a fun one so, if it's messy then it's messy. Also, I think I want to turn Sam eating dog food a running bit in this fic lol.