Wednesday 7am
The past two days that I've been snowed in with Brit, Chef, and Lord Tubs have been amazing. Ok, so we saw Lord Tubs like twice the entire time, but still he was there. Brit and I made the joint decision that if by Wednesday night at 6pm if no one called and claimed Chef, we would consider him ours and keep him. So needless to say I'll be on pins and needles all day hoping no one claims him. I've never had a pet before, and I kind of see why now. It's honestly like having a baby; Chef really isn't a lot of trouble, aside from his whimpering to get out of his cage every night at 3am. I'm a sucker for his little furry face and last night I snuck him in bed with Brit and me, so he's currently cuddled in my chest right now. Well, he was until he woke up a few minutes ago and began chewing on my pillow and licking my face aggressively, like I was a damn doggy treat, so I set him on the floor and watched him scurry out of the room. I sit up until I heard the faints sounds of him squeaking a toy before I turn and cuddle back close to Brit.
"He has you wrapped around his paw." Brittany giggled out sleepily as she hides her face in my neck and exhales softly while wrapping her arm around my waist and rubbing my side lazily.
"I'm spoiling him bad huh?" I reply while rubbing Brittany's back.
"Maybe, but I think it's adorable." Brittany replies before leaning back and kissing me softly on the lips.
"Sorry for bringing him in bed with us, I should have asked you first." I tell her quickly.
"It's ok." She states while opening her eyes. "Nothing to apologize for San, it's not like he pooped in the bed." She shrugs before she closes her eyes again.
"You're off all day right?" Brittany asks me sleepily.
"Yeah, I am. Are you?" I ask her as I wiggle impossibly closer to her.
"Yeah, and I want to spend the whole day with you again." She says while smiling.
"Do you want to help me bake today? I can pay you in cookies and kisses." I ask her.
"Add cupcakes and you have a deal." Brittany laughs out.
"Hmmmm, I think that can be arranged." I say while kissing her. "What kind of cupcakes do you want?" I mumble against her lips.
"Vanilla cupcakes, caramel frosting, and sprinkles." She says with a huge smile.
"Sounds awesome, how about if I add a Hershey's kiss in the middle?" I tell her.
"Seriously?" She asks.
I nod. "I have the perfect recipe for caramel buttercream too."
"I can't wait!" Brittany says before she starts to kiss my neck softly.
"Have you thought about naming your cupcakes? Like how you made the Snixxbite shot and the Snixxtini?" She asks me.
I shake my head and sit up because that is a great idea. I rarely make anything traditional desert wise. I like to jazz things up. "That's a great idea Brit."
"How about after we bake and you deliver your cookies to everyone we think of some cool specialty cupcake and cookie names," Brittany says while sitting up as well.
"I would love that." I tell her as Chef comes running in the bedroom with a bone in his mouth. He looks up at me and lays down quickly in the doorway and begins to eat his bone.
"What time do you want to start this morning, I need to meet with the contractors for the penthouse and I think you should come." Brittany says while she begins to massage my shoulders. I kiss her hand and lay back down pulling Brit with me.
"What are you going to meet them for?" I ask her.
"To pick out the stain for the hardwood floors in the living room, and the bedrooms, and the marble for the kitchen and bathroom counters." Brittany states. "You are going to be living there as well, I want you to come, Santana, and give your opinion."
"Are you sure?" I ask her.
"We are moving in there together right?" She asks while sitting up on her elbow. I nod. "Then your input is just as important as mine, besides I want to show you around while it's light out, so you can actually see more this time. I want to show you some really cool things I'm adding."
"Ok, what time are you going?" I ask her.
Brittany turns and looks at the clock on the wall. "10am, does that work for you?"
I nod. "Yeah it does." I lean over and kiss her while cupping her cheek. Brittany deepens the kiss briefly.
"I think Chef needs to go out." Brittany says quickly as she broke the kiss.
I follow her gaze and see Chef cocking his leg against the doorframe.
"Oh no you don't!" I yell out while jumping out of bed. Chef sees me and puts his leg down and runs in the living room. Brittany tosses me a pair of shoes and I find a hooded sweatshirt to slip on. I run to the living room and see Chef has pulled all of his toys out of his cage and his little play area that Brittany created for him, and has them in a pile. He picks up his favorite toy, the gigantic ball he can't carry, and struggles to bring it over to me. It was then I realized he cocked his leg just to get my attention.
"Hey Brit!" I call out while laughing.
"Did he go in the living room?" She asks while running in the living room to join is.
I laugh and shake my head as Chef crawls in my lap and lies down. "He just wanted my attention." I tell her while rubbing his head.
Brittany laughs and sits down next us. "I don't interrupt your play time so don't interrupt mine." She tells him while he licks her hand a few times. "Do you want to take him out anyways, just in case?" Brittany asks while standing up.
I nod. "Yeah, let's be safe rather than sorry." I stand up and grab his leash and clip it to him before I put my coat on.
"I'll make breakfast." Brittany yawns out.
"Don't baby, you're tired and it's still early. Let's just have cereal today and we can go back to sleep for a few hours before we meet the contractors." I tell her.
"Ok." Brittany says while heading to the kitchen.
Chef and I come back a few minutes later, after he insisted on rolling around in the snow, and we have a quick game of tag. I quickly dry him off and accept the bowl of cereal Brittany hands me.
"Thanks Brit." I say through a yawn while sitting on the couch and beginning to eat my breakfast.
10am
Brit and I walk into the penthouse and there are only a few workers there, for some reason I expected to see tons of people. We pick out the stain for the hardwood floors in the living room, going for a super dark finish, and then for the master bedroom we decided on a cherry wood stain. I picked that stain because I loved the bedroom furniture in Brit's apartment, the cherry wood looked amazing to me.
For the master bathroom we picked out a pink and grey marble for the counters. Brittany had one of those old-fashioned claw tubs installed and a separate shower with clear doors, which means we will be able to see each other shower. Super wanky on her part. The vanity had two sinks, and a huge mirror outlined with light bulbs. I hear her tell the contractor she wants a letter B on one of the sinks and a letter S on the other. My heart skips a beat because for reason hearing her say that made this moment beyond real. I'm really going to be living here.
We decide on carpet for the three other bedrooms, a nice shade of nude, with simple white walls. We get to the kitchen and Brittany conveniently gets a phone call.
"San, can you show him where we want all the appliances and the color scheme we want. Pick whatever you want." She smiles before walking away. "I trust your taste and opinion."
"Ok, well um a double oven here, like in the wall." I point. "Stacked on each other, and a stove with 8 eyes, and a grill area on the side." I look up at the contractor making notes on the floor plan he has. "Stainless steel coverings for everything." I tell him.
"Small pantry doors right here, the microwave in the wall next to the ovens, please." I look around. "The dishwasher and garbage compactor here." I point out. "Navy finish for the cupboards with silver knobs, no handles I tell him."
After I go all Julia Childs in the kitchen, Brittany, once again, conveniently comes back. "Your friend here has great taste Brittany." He states with a smile. "She just designed a hell of a kitchen for you."
"My girlfriend absolutely does." She smiles before kissing me on the cheek.
"We need to go pick up the floor for you, Brittany. These are the numbers, a rough estimate." He states while pointing to a number on the clipboard.
"Ok, here you go." She nods while handing him a blank check.
"Is it safe to give him a blank check baby?" I ask her after the contractors leave.
"I don't keep a lot in that account." She assures me. "So it's fine."
I nod. "Ok."
"So, let me show you some of the amazing hidden features." She smiles. She grabs my hand and leads me to the master bedroom. She opens a door, which I thought was a closet and notice a staircase. She leads me up the stairs and it leads to the roof!
"Oh my God!" I breathe.
"They aren't done up here but this, is now our private patio." She smiles.
"I don't deserve all of this Brit." I tell her.
"Of course not." She says softly. "You deserve more." She smiles.
"I'm putting a fire pit here, and a hammock over there." She points out.
"I can't believe I'm going to live here." I tell her softly.
She hugs me tightly from behind as we look out at the New York skyline. "Think of all the amazing nights we'll have out here, just talking, drinking, crying, and just living life." She notes.
I turn in her arms and wrap my arms around her neck and pull her close for long kiss. "Your lips are cold." She laughs.
"You need to warm them up then." I tell her as I deepen the kiss and moan softly as Brittany rubs my back slowly.
"Let's go back inside so I can show you the rest." She smiles.
I nod and kiss her quickly one last time. After a full tour of this amazing place I'll be calling home in a few months we head outside and back to my apartment. "Hey, I need to go to the bank, do you want to come?" I ask her.
"Sure." She replies. "Let me grab my purse from upstairs." She says with a smile.
After I finally deposit the checks from Quinn, we make a quick grocery store trip so I can pick up the ingredients for Brit's special cupcakes. I hop in the car while Brittany pushes the cart back to the store. "One more stop baby, then I promise we can go home."
"I'm not in a rush San." She replies while putting her seatbelt on.
"I want to go get a new mixer, I've wanted this one for years, and now I can finally afford it." I tell her shyly.
"Well, let's go get it." She says happily.
We get to Macy's and I quickly lead her down to the housewares section where KitchenAid mixer I want is on sale there this week. "Look how gorgeous this is babe." I tell her while running over to the mixer.
"Whoa, it looks so high tech." She breathes out.
"It will cut my mixing time in half." I tell her. "It's on sale for $399.99."
"Is this the one you want?" She asks me.
I quickly nod. "I want to get a navy one." I tell her. "That's the color of the cupboards I picked out for the penthouse."
"Awesome choice." She smiles.
I pick up the super heavy box and make my way to the register. I see all over Brittany's face that she wants to pay for it. I smile at her and wink, hoping she gets my hint that I want to pay for it myself. She does and pretends to look at a pizza oven.
I proudly hand the women my debit card and pay for the mixer. Brittany then walks over as I'm signing for the bill. "Do you want a pizza oven San?" She asks me. "It's on sale."
"How much is it?" I ask her while looking over the box.
"$99.99" She replies.
"This is a nice model." I say while looking it over. "Can you ring this up too please?" I ask the cashier.
They nod and scan the box. "Do you want to use the same card you just used?"
"Yes please." I say while handing my card back to him. After I sign a second time for the pizza oven, we head back to the car.
"Thanks for buying me the pizza oven." Brittany smiles.
"You're welcome, I can make some fresh dough and we can make a pizza this weekend if you want." I tell her as I pull out of the parking lot.
"I, unfortunately, work all weekend." Brittany says softly while grabbing my hand.
"I think I do too." I tell her. "Well, maybe for lunch?" I suggest.
She nods. "Sounds good."
2pm
Brit and I got a late start on baking; we ended up using the pizza oven away and making a triple cheese and sausage pizza, which left us beyond full and sleepy. We ended up taking a 2-hour nap, which threw me off a little. Luckily, I have my new mixer so the prep time is cut in half.
As I'm measuring out the ingredients, Brittany comes in with a huge box and sets it on the floor.
"What's that babe?" I ask her as I glance over at her.
"Come look." She smiles.
I wipe my hands off on a towel and walk over towards her. I take the bright pink bow off and open the box. "Brit!" I screech out as I pull out a white chef hat with Sanny written in teal and pink cursive to match my business cards. I dig further in the box and pull more hats, and finally 2 chef coats, both Chef coats are embroidered with Chef Sanny. "These are so beautiful Brit." I tell her excitedly. "I've always wanted a chef hat and coat." I say while jumping in her arms and kissing her. "Thank you baby!"
"There's more." She smiles when the kiss breaks.
I reach back in the box as I stand back up on my own two legs. I pull out a cardboard with the same chef hat logo from my business card and website. "What is it Brit?"
She takes it from me and turns it into a box. "Boxes for your cookies, and some for your cupcakes." She says. "It has your logo, website, and email addresson it. So people can get all the info they need to order more, or place an order for the first time."
"This is….." I say while trying to find the words. "No one has ever believed in me the way you have before Brit."
"I told you Santana, I'll always have a dollar for your dream. I want to see your dreams become reality. You are like 72.35% there." She adds with a wink.
I laugh at the number she listed and kiss her quickly. "Thank you Brittany, I love you so much, more than I could ever tell you." I tell her again while hugging her tightly.
"Let's get these cookies made so we can start my cupcakes." She says with a smile as she puts my chef hat on my head and helps me put my coat on. She quickly takes a picture. "This is definitely going on the website too." She winks.
4 hours later, the 5 orders are completely done as well as a special batch I made for Brittany. Brittany helped me box everything up, we wrote out receipts and placed the cookies in matching bags, which also have my logo.
I exhale loudly and lean back on the counter. "I'm sorry baby, but I do not feel like cooking dinner tonight. Mind if we order out?" I ask her.
Brittany puts up the last of the dishes and leans on me hugging me. "Not at all, actually why don't I cook while you go and deliver all the cookies."
"Are you sure Brit?" I ask her.
She kisses me on the forehead and nods. "Yeah, I'll have dinner ready when you get home."
"Ok." I tell her through a yawn. "Let me grab my shoes and take Chef out quickly."
7:15pm
I'm singing along to the radio when I glance at the clock and scream. Fuck! It's after 7pm. I completely lost track of time and begin to speed home. I left my phone at home, how the hell did that happen? I have no clue if someone called and picked up Chef or what. I feel the tears building in my eyes and I pull over when they start to cloud my vision.
"Shit, why am I getting emotional over this dog." I say to myself while gripping the steering wheel. "Brit said we can always get another one."
I don't want another dog though; I want Chef, and only Chef. I regain my composure and finish the drive home. I park in my spot like a drunken crazy person and run up to my apartment. I bust through the door and lose my breath. Brittany is standing with Chef in her arms, and yes he has on an adorable mini chef hat, and a matching sweater. Quinn, Sam, Mercedes, Puck, and Rachel are all over.
"What's going on?" I ask her as my breathing speeds up. "Shit, he's leaving isn't he?" I ask as that familiar sting hits my eyes again, and a single tear streams out.
Quinn laughs. "You are such a sap S." She states while unrolling a banner and handing one end to Puck, they open it and instantly smile like a crazy person when I read it. "Welcome Home Chef!" They all yell out while whistling and clapping.
Brittany walks over to me and kisses me before handing Chef to me. "No one claimed him, so he's ours." She whispers to me.
"Seriously?!" I ask her as she wipes my tears away.
She nods. "Seriously!" She then screams out. "So now….he needs a proper welcome home party."
I look over at Lord Tubs, who is sitting in his bed with a party hat on and laugh. "I can't believe I'm crying." I say while laughing at myself. Quinn walks over and hugs me. "I can't believe you're crying either." She laughs.
"We brought gifts for the little guy too." Puck says with a grin. "Tennis balls, bones, frisbees, the whole bit."
"You hear that Chef?" I ask him while I set him down on the floor.
"We also have snacks." Brittany smiled while leading me to the coffee table, where there are brownies in the shapes of bones with Chef written in white icing, two bowls of Puppy Chow, rice krispy treats in the shapes of paw prints, and a selection of treats for Chef.
"There's real food in the kitchen for us." Sam laughs. "Quinn and I brought over wings and fries."
"Thanks everyone. I feel like such a dork for crying." I say while leaning into Brittany.
"Well, we won't judge if you whip up some drinks." Mercedes smiles.
"No problem." I tell her while giving her a hug.
After we eat and have a few rounds of martinis and champagne. Rachel, who clearly can't hold her liquor jumps up and runs to the stereo. "I want to perform for you Chef!" She yells out.
"Is she serious?" Mercedes asks while grabbing a brownie.
"I think so." I say slowly while raising an eyebrow.
She pulls her phone out and plugs it into the stereo. Right when the song starts I glance at Quinn and fall to the floor laughing as Rachel begins to sing and dance loudly.
Who let the dogs out {woof, woof, woof, woof}
Who let the dogs out {woof, woof, woof, woof}
{Woof, woof, woof, woof}
Puck jumps up and starts the rapping part and we all start crying we are laughing so hard.
When the party was nice, the party was bumpin' {Hey, Yippie, Yi, Yo}
And everybody havin' a ball {Hah, ho, Yippie Yi Yo}
Untill the fellas ": start the name callin': " {Yippie Yi Yo}
And the girls respond to the call
I heard a poor man shout out
Brittany jumps up and picks up Chef and starts dancing with him while she sings with Rachel.
Who let the dogs out {woof, woof, woof, woof}
Who let the dogs out {woof, woof, woof, woof}
Who let the dogs out {woof, woof, woof, woof}
Who let the dogs out {woof, woof, woof, woof}
I fell like I'm in the damn twilight zone when Sam jumps up and starts rapping the next part.
Wait for y'all my dogs, the party is on
I gotta get my girl I got my mind on
Do you see the rays comin' from my eye
What could you be friend
That Benji man that's breakin' them down?
Me and my white short shorts
And I can't seek a lot, any canine will do
I'm figurin' that's why they call me faithful
'Cause I'm the man of the land
When they see me they do: ah-ooooo (howl)
Mercedes knocks back her drinks and stands up. "Oh what the hell, come on ladies!" She laughs out as Quinn and I lock eyes and shrug and jump as hell and join in singing at the top our lungs.
Who let the dogs out {woof, woof, woof, woof}
Who let the dogs out {woof, woof, woof, woof}
Who let the dogs out {woof, woof, woof, woof}
Who let the dogs out {woof, woof, woof, woof}
Brittany dances towards me with Chef and kisses me. "I love you." She whispers.
I wink at her and kiss her before running to the stereo. "Mind if I hop onYouTube, Rachel?"
She picks up her drink and knocks it back. "Go for it."
"How about this one guys?" I ask with a smirk. "Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful phrase, Hakuna Matata, ain't no passing craze". I state with a smile.
Brittany's eyes light up quickly as Mercedes starts to sing.
It means no worries for the rest of your days , It's our problem free philosophy, Hakuna Matata
We spend the next 2 hours singing Lion King, and Disney songs while knocking back martinis and shots; resulting in cabs being ordered to get everyone home safely.
Later that night…
Brittany and I are laying on a makeshift pallet in the living room. Chef is asleep on my chest as Brittany rubs his back. "I think the party tired him out." I laugh.
"I think so." Brittany says softly.
"I fall more and more in love with you everyday Brit." I tell her. "Just when I think you can't get any more amazing, you surprise me."
Brittany blushes. "I just like to make you happy."
"Can I tell you a secret?" I ask her.
"You can tell me anything baby." She says while rolling on her side to face me.
"I had a little breakdown in the car earlier." I say shyly.
"Why?"
"I thought we lost Chef, I thought his owner claimed him and he would be gone by the time I got home from delivering cookies." I tell her.
"I would never let that happen." Brittany says while resting her hand on my stomach. "I would have made sure they waited until you had the chance to say goodbye."
"Really?" I ask her.
"Of course." She says softly as she leans forward and kisses me.
"We need a Christmas tree." Brittany then states. "Tomorrow morning we are getting a tree." She adds.
"Ok." I yawn out.
Brittany lifts Chef off my chest and sets him in his cage. He stares out at me for a few minutes. "Lay down buddy." I say softly to him. He cocks his head to the side. "Nope, that won't work this time." I laugh out. "Lay down Chef." He lays down and smashes his face against the gate.
I get up and follow Brittany to the bedroom. I slip in the bed next to her and hug her tightly as I place a soft kiss on her collarbone. "Good night Brit."
"Night Santana." She replies softly as she pulls the cover of us.
3am
Like clockwork, my body instantly wakes up in anticipation of Chef crying. I sit up and listen but nothing.
"What's wrong baby?" Brittany rasps out.
"I think something is wrong with Chef." I tell her.
She sneezes. "Why do you think that?"
"Bless you." I say quickly. "He always cries at 3am, and he isn't tonight."
Brittany sneezes once more. "Bless you." I say with a small frown. "Are you getting sick?" I ask her while feeling her neck and forehead.
She shakes her head. "No, I'm not sick."
"Ok, well I'm going to check on Chef, Brit." I say while getting out of bed. I go quietly to the living room and peep in Chef's cage and notice him is sleeping peacefully. I smile and tip toe back to bed.
"Is he ok?" Brittany asks as she cuddles back close to me.
"Yeah, he's still asleep." I tell her.
"He knows he's home now." Brittany replies before sneezing again.
"Bless you baby." I tell her while stroking her hair.
"Thanks Sanny." She replies.
10am
"Wake up Sanny! Wake up Sanny!"
I open my eyes and see Brittany hovering over me on all fours while she jumps up and down. She leans down and kisses me. "Let's go get our tree." She quickly turns her head and sneezes.
"Bless you Brit." I say while rubbing her arms.
"Thanks." She says before she kisses my forehead. "Let's go get our tree."
"Ok, ok, ok I'm getting up." I pull her on me and hug her tightly, partly because I want her close and partly because I want to see if she has a fever.
Once we are dressed, in matching red sweaters and Ugg boots, I'm kind of big on traditions and want to start a ton with Brit, sue me; we head up the street to the tree lot.
Brittany instantly runs to the biggest tree and hugs it. "Let's get this one!" She beams.
"That's too big Brit." I laugh out as I catch up to her. Brittany slightly pouts and takes off running down an aisle to look for another one. I love fun, playful, quirky Brittany. Now that we are so comfortable around each other, that side of her doesn't come out as often, but when it does I love it. I take off running after her to catch up.
"Over here San!" I hear her yell.
"Where Brit?" I laugh out as I run down the aisles of trees.
"Over here!" She yells out again before sneezes.
"Bless you." I say while hugging her and kissing her on the cheek.
"How about this one?" She asks while pointing to probably the most perfect tree ever.
"This is perfect." I tell her. "Let's get you home, you have a fever baby."
"I'm ok San." She says while sneezing again.
"Let's pay for the tree and get it home." I suggest. "And bless you."
Brittany nods and flags down one of the workers. She hands them her card to pay and grabs some mistletoe as she winks at me. She holds it over her head and pretends to pout. I pull her close and kiss her softly on the lips. We stay cuddled lost in each other's eyes exchanging soft kisses until the worker clears his throat and let's us know that the tree is tied up and ready for us to take home.
I grab Brit's card and slip it in her back pocket and playfully hit her on the butt. "Ready to go babe?" I ask her.
She nods. "Um, I'll carry the back if you want to grab the front?"
I nod and grab the front of the tree and we walk the 3 blocks back to my, excuse me our apartment. We set the tree up in the corner, after we move the sectional, so it's right in front of the window. I grab my ornaments and lights out of the closet and set the box down.
"You have some really nice ornaments." Brittany says while looking through the box before sneezing.
"Bless you Brit." I say while rubbing her back. "I'm going to make you some tea." I tell her while heading to the kitchen. I come back quickly with the tea and hand her the mug. "Here baby." I say softly.
"Thanks." Brittany smiles as she takes a few sips. She then jumps up and runs to the stereo. "How about a little music while we decorate the tree?"
I nod with a big smile as Brittany plugs her ipod up and starts the first song and begins to sing.
Hang all the mistletoe
I'm gonna get to know you better
This Christmas
And as we trim the tree
How much fun it's gonna be together
This Christmas
The fireside is blazing bright
We're caroling through the night
And this Christmas will be
A very special Christmas for me
We stand on opposite sides of the tree and begin to string the lights. I smile at her and start singing.
Presents and cards are here
My world is filled with cheer and you
This Christmas
And as I look around
Your eyes outshine the town, they do
This Christmas
Fireside, oh, is blazing bright
We're caroling through the night, yeah
And this Christmas will be, oh
A very special Christmas for me yeah
And this Christmas will be
A very special Christmas for me oh oh
Just as the song ends we finish putting all the lights on the tree and Brittany sneezes like 4 times in a row.
"Ok, you are getting in bed Brit." I say to her as I turn the stereo off.
"I have to work at diner in an hour San." She says while drinking more tea.
"Do you have to go baby?" I ask her.
"Yeah, I called in the past couple days." Brittany said softly.
"Well, let me make you a sandwich while you get dressed baby." I tell her.
She nods and goes to get dressed in her uniform as I head to the kitchen and make her a grilled cheese sandwich with some grilled chicken. I then make her some more tea and pour it in a thermos for her to drink on the ride to work.
Brittany drags out a few minutes later. I quickly hug her and kiss her on the cheek. "Here, you can eat in the car."
After a long drive, or what seemed like a long drive, I pull up to Brit's diner. "Are you sure you want to work today Brit?"
"Yeah, I'll be ok." She says softly. I turn her head and kiss her softly. "I'll pick you up when you get off at 9."
"Are you bartending today?" She asks.
I nod. "Yeah for Happy Hour." I tell her. "If you feel worse or want to come home call me Brit and I'll leave work and come get you.
"Ok, thank you." Brittany says with a smile.
I watch her walk into the restaurant before I drive off and head home.
Brittany POV
Santana is the best thing to ever happen to me. She's smart, sexy, caring, humble, just everything you would ever want in a person, in a partner. I've told her more about myself than I've ever told anyone I was dating. I can feel the love she has for me every morning when I wake up, and it intensifies every time she hugs me. I took a risk by talking to her that day in the park, and it's been the best decision of my life.
As soon as I walked in the diner, I instantly regretted it. The smell of the greasy food began to make my stomach turn and I run to the bathroom and throw up. I wet a paper towel and dab it over my face as I sit on the floor and try to catch my breath.
By 5pm, I feel like complete and utter death. I'm walking around like a zombie, I'm sweaty, nauseous. I'm sneezing every other second and now I have a cough added to the mix. I've been messing up orders and I even dropped a few trays of food. I take an order, after the customer repeated it to me like 3 times. I walk the ticket back to the cook and my manager stops me.
"Brittany, go home doll, you're sick." Judy says in her southern accent.
While I want to protest and stay, I'm too weak so I simply nod and take off my apron before I head back to the break room. I pull out my phone and text San when I notice she actually just texted me.
FROM SANNY: Hey Brit Brit, how are you feeling baby?
TO SANNY: Not too good :(
FROM SANNY: Awwwww
TO SANNY: Can you come get me, I know you're at work and you'll miss out on tips. I'm sorry
FROM SANNY: Don't apologize at all. Let me tell Puck I'm leaving for a bit. I'll be there soon
TO SANNY: I can take a cab
FROM SANNY: No you cant, I'm on the way baby, hold tight.
TO SANNY: Ok
I lay down on the couch in the break room and close my eyes.
"Brit, baby I'm here. Let's go home." I hear Santana say as she pats my head with a cold towel. I flutter my eyes open.
"Hey Sanny." I mumble out hoarsely, where the hell did my voice go.
"I stopped home and got you a sweatshirt." Santana says while helping me sit up. She slips the sweatshirt over my head and kisses me on the forehead. "I'll make you some chicken soup when we get home."
I nod and lean into her embrace as she hugs me. Yeah, if I ever doubted Santana loves me, which I never have, she has more than proved it right now. She's being so gentle and caring and everything I need right now. "I love you Sanny."
"I love you too Brit." She says while hugging me.