December 16th
Brittany was sick for almost a week, which was rough for me, mainly because I damn near stressed myself out by trying to take care of her, Puck had me working like crazy, I had tons of cookie and cupcake orders, and Brit had me take all the meetings with the contractors for the penthouse, so I'm exhausted physically, mentally, and emotionally. Well, maybe not completely emotionally since I did still cuddle with Brit every night, which always relaxes me, even when she just fell asleep on my chest or across my lap, I felt such a sense of calm. She even she offered to sleep in the guestroom so I didn't get sick, which I immediately turned down, I needed and wanted her to close to me. Initially it felt kind of weird for me to make the decisions on the penthouse, like the colors and faucets and panelling but Brittany helped me realize that it wasn't just her penthouse, it was going to be ours. She said she needed me to feel comfortable making the decisions, since she wanted me to be completely happy when we moved in. I did make a minor adjustment to the roof top patio that I planned to surprise Brittany with. So after juggling all of that, plus an overly hyper Chef, who was beyond comfortable in the apartment now, and Quinn who is mortified that Sam doesn't want to get married. I kind of burned myself out.
Today was the first day that Brit was feeling better, she stopped coughing last night, and her fever was completely gone; which I was more than happy of, I felt so bad for her with her runny nose, headaches, and that horrible cough. Chef would stare at the bedroom door every time she coughed and run, it was hilarious. I'm also happy we wouldn't have to eat soup for dinner again. I would feel too bad eating a burger or a piece of chicken if Brit could only stomach soup, so I ate soup all week with her.
I had to work happy hour once again today and it literally blew me, I'm so exhausted. It was a madhouse in there, and since Puck offered Snixxtinis for only $3, my area was super busy, but the tips were awesome so I smiled through the annoying drunken crowd and counted down the minutes until I could go home and pass out on my couch.
At exactly 7:15pm I cash out my drawer and head to the back to get my coat and purse. I pull out my phone and text Brittany once I get in the car.
TO BRIT: Hey baby, I'm headed home, do you need anything? I can pick up dinner, I don't feel like cooking tonight, hope you don't mind.
I let the car warm up as I lean my head back and close my eyes while I wait for Brittany to text me back. I hear my phone chime and see I have a text from Quinn.
FROM Q: Best friend lunch date tomorrow? I need to vent.
TO Q: Sure Q, let's meet at Hank's diner.
FROM Q: Thanks, 11:30?
TO Q: Perfect. You're welcome.
I sigh and turn on the radio just as Brittany texts me back.
FROM BRIT: I made us dinner reservations for 8, so don't stop for food
The last thing I want to do is go out to dinner, but if Brit went through the trouble then I would never turn her down, besides she's been cooped up in the bedroom for days, so I don't blame her for wanting to get back out in the real world, so I smile and text her back.
TO BRIT: Sounds good, I'll be home soon.
I pull off and head home while I try to get my mind off of the couch and focused on dinner with Brit. When I get home, I find her in a gorgeous black dress with knee high boots, her hair is curled and pinned up, and she is wearing the biggest smile ever.
"You look so beautiful baby, how are you feeling?" I ask her as I hug her and kiss her. "You smell amazing too." I add with a smile.
"Thanks, and I feel really good." She replies shyly. "I hope you don't mind going out to dinner."
I actually don't anymore, seeing how good Brit looks right and that million-dollar smile quickly turns my attitude around.
"I don't mind at all." I tell her before kissing her again. "Let me just change really quick." I look down at Chef and Lord Tubs and smile at them. "Hey fellas."
I run quickly back to the bedroom, with Chef on my heels as usual, and rummage through the closet. I decide on a dark green dress, since my makeup is already done with a nice smoky eye. I slip the dress on quickly and grab my favorite pair of boots. I double check my makeup and head out to the living room.
"Wow." Brittany breathes out as she pulls me into a hug and kisses me. "It's good to be able to kiss you again."
I nod and slip my tongue in to deepen the kiss as I run my hands up and down her back while moaning softly. "Where are we going for dinner?" I ask her.
"42nd Street Steakhouse." She replies while grabbing her purse. "I realized that I've never taken you out on a proper date, so tonight we are having that date."
I pause and think, Brit and I have never really gone out on an official date. I've always cooked, or we do small dinner dates like Chipotle or McDonalds. "I guess we don't really go out on dates, I like our little homey dates." I wink at her.
"I do too, but tonight, I'm going to wine and dine you." She smiles as her phone goes off. "Our chariot awaits." She smiles as she grabs her coat and puts it on; she then helps me put mine on before she grabs my hand and leads me out of the apartment and downstairs to a stretch limo.
"Brit." I breathe out. "We could have taken my car, baby."
"This is more fun." She says softly before kissing me on the temple. The driver hops out and opens the door for us. I get in first and look around with a huge smile, I've been in a limo before, well once, Quinn and I had one for prom junior year. Brittany slips in gracefully next to me and instantly grabs my hand. "Tonight is my treat." She starts off. "Order whatever entree you want, whatever appetizer, whatever type of drink, ok." She finishes with a smile.
I nod. "Ok, sounds good."
"Have you ever been to this restaurant?" She asks while running her thumb over my knuckles.
"No, but I've heard its really nice and the food is great." I tell her shyly.
"It absolutely is you'll love it." She winks.
"You know what else I love?" I ask her with a smirk.
Brittany taps her chin playfully. "Is she a gorgeous blonde?"
"Aside from Quinn." I tease with a smile.
Brittany playfully shoves me. "Maybe I should take her to dinner then." She pouts.
I laugh and turn her head to kiss her softly. "Trust me baby, you are the only blonde I love, the one woman I love." I mumble against her lips.
"I love you too." She smiles before pecking my lips once more. "How was work?"
I yawn quickly. "Crazy." I tell her. "My Snixxtinis were a hit." I grin.
"Of course they were that's the best martini I've ever had." Brittany replies casually. "You look a little tired so if you want, we can cancel and go another night."
I quickly shake my head. "There's no place I would rather be than on my way to dinner with you, Brit." I tell her.
We pull up to the restaurant and the driver opens the door for us. Brittany hands him a tip and tells him she'll text him when we're ready. She grabs my hand as we head to the door and gives her name for the reservation as the doorman takes our coats and checks them. We get led to a private booth upstairs that has an awesome view of the river.
"Look at this view Brit." I tell her as I glance out at the river, which is illuminated by the Christmas lights from the buildings that lined it.
"Isn't it gorgeous?" She replies.
"Yeah it is." I agree. "You're showing me a world I've only ever dreamed of." I tell her.
She smiles and looks me in my eyes. "There's more to come." She winks as the waiter comes over and greets us. He tells us the specials while handing us menus. Brit tells him we need a few minutes to look over the menu.
As I look over the entrees I see the prices and swallow thickly. Porterhouse steak $50, Maine lobster tail $45, filet mignon $45, grilled butter garlic salmon $35. Hell, even the damn Caesar salad is $15! I'm sure I'm making a face because I feel Brittany grab my hand and squeeze it softly.
"Don't worry about the prices." She says quietly.
"This meal is going to cost over $200, Brit." I tell her.
"It's ok, San." She tells me. "You know it's ok, what entree do you want?" She then asks with a smile.
I sigh and look over the menu. "I think the grilled prawns and scallops in the Parmesan butter sauce with the rice pilaf." I cringe when I see its $40.
"Great choice." She says as she glances up at me. "I'm going to get the porterhouse, and we can share." She says excitedly. Sometimes her cuteness gets even more adorable as the days pass, and I have no idea how that's even possible.
The waiter comes over and sets down a basket of warm bread and oil for us.
"Would you ladies care for wine or champagne?" He asks.
"Champagne please." Brittany says with a smile.
"Excellent, we have a bottle of Dom Pérignon from 1998, would you like that one?" He asks.
Brittany glances at me, and I nod with a smile. "Absolutely, thank you." She tells him. As soon as the waiter walks away Brittany looks up at me and grabs my hand again. "I know what you're thinking and don't worry about it."
I smile and nod. It's amazing yet slightly scary that Brittany can tell what I'm thinking and when I'm thinking it. "Ok, so what did you do all day?" I ask her as I grab a piece of bread and dip it in the oil to hand it to her.
"Well, I took Lord Tubbington and Chef to the park to play in the snow." She said with a huge smile.
I laugh and grab a piece of bread for myself. "How did that work out?"
"Chef loved it, but Lord Tubbington didn't seem too happy." She frowned. "I don't think he likes the snow." She shrugs.
"Hmmmmm, maybe not." I tell her. "Maybe he's more of a beach and sand guy."
Brittany nods. "Maybe." She then frowns and cocks her head to the side like she is thinking before she starts again. "Then I went to the penthouse, and checked on the progress, they put the floor in the master bedroom today. It looks awesome." She beams.
"Cool." I tell her. "Did you like the kitchen tile I picked out? I mean, is it okay?" I ask her as the waiter comes back and pours champagne for us. He then takes our orders before walking away again.
"I love it." She assures me. "You have wonderful taste Sanny, whatever you choose I'm sure I'll be fine with, if not I'll tell you."
"Ok. " I nod while glancing out at the water again.
"We need to go shopping for furniture, maybe after Christmas?" She suggests.
I quickly rack my head and think of how much I can make selling cookies and cupcakes, maybe even some catering so I can help her pay. "That's fine."
"I'll buy the furniture, if you want to buy the dishes and glasses for the kitchen?" Brittany asks as she takes a sip of her champagne. "And….." She starts to think.
I know she is suggesting smaller things for me to buy so I feel more comfortable with her paying for the furniture, and I beyond appreciate it. She has such a big heart, I love how she always considers my feelings before buying things, even though I don't think she is flashy with her money, she always thinks of little ways for help to help her pay. Like when we order food out, which is rarely, she always plays like she doesn't have cash for the tip, so I can pay. Little things like that make me fall deeper in love with her every day.
"I can buy items for the bathroom too, oh and towels, and bed sheets, you know stuff like that." I tell her quickly. "And maybe just pictures for the bedroom."
"Awesome." She smiles. "Great compromise. After Christmas we can probably catch some great deals."
We talk about random topics and make plans to go ice-skating on Saturday followed by lunch, my treat, and take care of a little Christmas shopping afterwards. We both start to drop little subtle hints on what we would want for Christmas, and I'm sure to make a mental note on everything that makes Brittany's eyes sparkle when she talks or when I try to trick her into elaborating.
The waiter first brings out our appetizers, fried calamari and steamed mussels. They were beyond good, I'm a huge seafood person, so I was literally in heaven.
Shortly after, they bring out our food. I seriously can't believe how freakin awesome this food looks; it looks like something you would see in a magazine or on TV. Brittany instantly starts cutting her steak in half; she then slides it over to my plate, as I slide some of my prawn and a few scallops over to hers.
As we eat our meal we talk about the future, which is really cool. I love being able to talk to Brittany about my dreams, fears, concerns, wants, and needs, just everything. I never feel like she is judging me, and I can honestly tell that she is being sincere in her encouragement, and she gives great advice as well.
"So where do you see Aunty Snixx in say 5 years?" Brittany asks while eating a forkful of mashed potatoes.
I take a sip of my champagne, while I think. "Well, I would like to maybe have a store front to sell my desserts out of, maybe, have a shipping department, you know like sell frozen cookie dough and pies."
"Wow, that's a good goal." She nods while take a sip of her water.
"What about you?" I ask her. "Where do you want to be 5 years from now, professionally?"
She sets her fork down and closes her eyes briefly. "I, um, I want to have a book published. Maybe two." She says quietly.
"That's sounds great Brit, do you have any ideas for books yet." I ask her as I set my fork down as well.
"I think I want to do children's books, like fun potty training stories, or how to deal with a bully, or on starting school for the first time." She says with a smile.
"That's incredible, baby." I tell her. "The way that your mind works is so amazing to me, that I know you have some awesome ideas for different techniques on everything you just mentioned and probably a lot more."
"I don't know Sanny." She says while shaking her head.
"Brit, now I may not have a lot of money, or be nearly as rich as you are, but the same still follows for you." I tell her while reaching over and grabbing both of her hands.
"What do you mean?" She asks quietly.
"I'm going to help you achieve your dreams too, Brit." I tell her with a smile. "So, tonight when we get home, we are going to bounce around story ideas." I tell her. "And you Miss Pierce, are starting a blog, you can just talk about any and everywhere to get in the flow of writing and to get your name out there."
"Really?" She asks with the biggest smile I've even seen her have.
"Absolutely." I tell her as I lean over the table and kiss her softly on the lips. "We can stay up all night if you need to."
"Mmmmmmm, I'm sure we'll be up all night anyways." She whispers while licking her lips.
I quickly blush and take a sip of my water. Since Brit's been sick we've haven't had sex and the way her dress is hugging her body right now is not helping the sexual frustration building in my body right now.
"Thank you, Santana, seriously." Brittany says.
"You're welcome Brit, I mean without you there wouldn't be Aunty Snixx. So we need to get Bitchin with Brit up and running." I laugh out.
"Back to that name again, huh?" She laughs while reaching over and taking another scallop off my plate. "Do you like the food?"
I laugh and smile at her. "It's catchy." I say as I eat another bite of steak and nod. "This is so good Brit." I tell her while I take a sip of my champagne.
"Any room for dessert?" She asks.
"God, I don't know baby." I tell her while rubbing my stomach.
"We can share." She suggests as the waiter comes and takes our plates.
"Ok." I tell her as I stifle a yawn.
"They have a triple chocolate cheesecake here that's mouthwatering." She says happily.
"Oooooohhhhhhh, sounds good." I tell her as I reach over and grab her hand again.
After we eat the cheesecake, which was literally perfection, Brittany excuses herself to the bathroom, so I take this opportunity to check my makeup in my compact. I will admit, I look beyond tired, but I am having such a great time with Brit, that even though I look exhausted, I feel super energized. Brittany comes back with a smile on her face and grabs my hand pulling me up.
"They have dancing upstairs, will you come dance with me?" She asks with the cutest smile ever.
"Of course." I nod and reply. She kisses me on the cheek and leads me out of the dining room up to this huge room where they have a live band playing and dozens of couples on the floor dancing. Brittany quickly twirls me around as we start to dance to classical music.
"I love you so much." I whisper in her ear as I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "So much Brit."
She blushes and kisses me softly. "Thank you for taking care of me all week. I can be a baby when I get sick." She admits.
I laugh as I remember her whining from her sore throat and curling in a ball in my lap a few times while pouting. "You were a bit of a brat when you were sick." I tease. "But you were so adorable that it overshadowed it." I tell her with a wink. "I like taking care of you." I tell her as I deep in her eyes.
"I like taking care of you too." She replies as we dance flawlessly across the dance floor.
I lean my head on her shoulder as she tightens her arms around my waist. "Do you think we moved in together too fast?" I ask her.
Brittany stops dancing and leans back to look at me. "D-do you?"
I shake my head quickly and pull her back close. I kiss her softly yet sensually to make sure she knows I'm telling the truth. "No, baby, I'm just asking because I was talking to Quinn, and she thinks that her and Sam moved too fast."
Brittany looks at me and nods. "Oh."
"She asked me if I thought that we moved too fast, since we are already living together in my apartment, and are planning to move to your penthouse in a few months." I explain to her.
"What did you tell her?" She asks while cocking her head to the side and holding me tightly again as we start dancing.
"I told her that I think we are going at the right speed for us." I tell her. "Every relationship has different speeds that work for that them. I love the direction we are going in."
"I do too." Brittany smiles before kissing me on the forehead again. "What made Quinn bring that up?" She asks as she discreetly starts massaging my lower back, something she does when she wants me to relax. I melt into her embrace and exhale slowly.
"She brought up marriage to Sam, and I guess he kind of freaked. He told her that he doesn't want to get married because he likes where they are right now."
Brittany frowns before she twirls me again. "So he's comfortable?"
I nod. "I guess. I just feel so bad for Q; she's always wanted to be a mom and wife. Her parents are kind of jackasses, she always wanted to be a better parent than them." I add while resting my head back on Brittany's shoulder.
"Well, I don't think we'll have that problem." Brittany tells me as she lifts my head. "Do you want to married in the future?" She asks sternly.
"Yes." I reply confidently.
"Great, me too." She replies. "And we've already discussed that we each want 3 or 4 kids." She adds with a smile.
"So, we won't have that argument?" I ask her.
"No, absolutely not." She replies before kissing me again.
"Good." I tell her. "I want us to always talk about everything Brit, ok?"
"No secrets." She replies with a nod.
"Unless, I'm planning a super sexy secret dinner for you." I tell her while laughing.
"Hmmmmm," She hums out as she presses our lips together. "Or, I'm planning a weekend getaway for us."
I lean back. "Are you?" I ask her quickly.
She shrugs and twirls me around again. "Who knows?"
I laugh at her cuteness before I yawn again. "Shit, sorry, babe."
"Don't be." She says softly. "You had a super busy week, which included waking up in the middle of the night to change the compress on my head and wipe my nose." She states with a smile. "Why don't I go pay and we can head home?"
"Are you sure?" I ask her. "We can keep dancing if you want, I really don't mind."
"We can dance at home too." She winks.
My eyes widen when I get what she means by dancing and I smile. "Let's go."
She firmly grabs my hand and leads me back downstairs. She pays for the bill, $275.98, and leaves a large tip before we head out to the limo, which surprisingly was here already. The entire ride home, which was literally 22 minutes, Brit and I were like two horny kids after prom, we couldn't keep our hands off of one another.
As soon as we sat down and the driver closed the door, Brittany leaned over and rolled up the privacy window as I climbed on her lap and peppered soft kisses to her face at first. When I felt her hand slip under my dress and massage my inner thigh, I lost it and began to kiss her hungrily. I felt her finger graze my core and I lost my breath.
"Please don't tease me Brit." I moan out.
I feel her smile against my lips and slowly slide her hand away from my core and down my thigh. She then cups my face and depends the kiss again. "I love you." She whispers.
"I love you too Brit." I tell her with a smile. "So much."
When keep our lips firmly attached to one another the remainder of the ride and the second we burst through the apartment door, we basically ripped each other's dresses off as I lift Brittany up and carry her to the bedroom, my lips never leaving a part of her body.
2am
"Sanny…" I vaguely hear Brittany say softly in my ear. "Someone's at the door."
"Wh, who, huh." I mumble out while turning over to face her and pulling her closer as I drift back to sleep.
"Santana." Brittany says a little louder.
"What, Brit!" I snap at her. I instantly regret it and open my eyes. "I'm sorry, Brittany, really, I shouldn't have just yelled at you."
"It's ok, you're sleep, I don't like being woken up either." She says softly. "I know how tired you are." She adds as she strokes my hair.
I lean forward and kiss her on the nose. "It's no excuse baby, tired or not, I shouldn't yell at you like that. I'm really sorry."
"It's fine, Santana." She replies.
"But, why did you wake me up?" I ask as I sit up and lean on my elbow. "Is everything ok?" I lean over and run my fingers through her hair before I kiss her softly. "You feel sick?"
"Someone's at the door." She says.
I quickly frown and check the time on my phone and see I have 4 missed calls from Quinn just at the knocking intensifies. "I'll see who's at the door." I kiss Brittany on the forehead and slip out of bed to put a robe on.
"Be careful." She calls out.
I go to the living room and see Chef, who didn't sleep in his cage again, staring at the door. "Aren't you supposed to bark when people knock?" I ask him as I laugh and look through the peephole before I quickly unlock the door and open it. "Q, what are you doing here?" I ask her.
"I got in a fight with Sam." She says quietly.
"Did that big lip bastard touch you?" I hiss out as I pull her into a hug and close the door.
"Of course not." Quinn tells me.
"Is everything ok?" Brittany asks as she comes in the living room and picks up Chef, who is chewing on Quinn's pants leg. She carries him over to his bed and places him in it. He looks up at her briefly before lying back down.
"You don't live alone anymore, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come over tonight." Quinn rushes out.
I look over at Brittany. "It's ok Q."
"Yeah." Brittany adds quickly. "You can stay the night in the guestroom, I changed the linen and everything this afternoon." She tells her.
"Thanks." Quinn nods.
"Do you want to talk Quinn?" I ask her. "I can make some tea."
"Maybe tomorrow morning." She replies. "I just want to lay down."
I nod and smile at her. "Go right ahead. I have some sweats in the closet you can sleep in." I tell her.
"Thanks San, thanks Brit, sorry for intruding." She says sheepishly before she heads to the guestroom.
"Let's go back to bed, Brit." I say as I grab her hand and lead her back to the bedroom. We take our robes off and slip back in bed.
I press my body as close to hers as possible and hold her tightly as I slowly run my hand up and down her back.
"You can go talk to Quinn if you want." Brittany says suddenly.
I shake my head. "No, she won't want to talk right now." I tell her as I press our lips together briefly before hugging her impossibly tighter. "Did I say thank you for dinner?" I ask her while rubbing my thumb over her bottom lip.
Brittany nods. "Quite a few times when we got home." She laughs. "You're welcome." She adds before cupping my face and kissing me again, I tentatively deepen the kiss and moan softly when she flicks her tongue slowly in my mouth.
"Can you be quiet?" I ask her with a smirk.
"The real question is can you?" Brittany laughs out as she rolls on top of me and begins to plant soft kisses on my collarbone.
11am
"Quinn are you sure you don't want to come with us?" I ask her as I pour fresh water in Chef's bowl.
"No, I'm going to just hang around here for a little bit longer before I finally go home and talk to Sam, he's been texting me all night." Quinn replies while sitting down on the couch with a sandwich.
"Don't waste crumbs in here." I tell her sternly.
"You eat in here all the time." She laughs out.
"Yeah, but I don't eat like little kid." I reply with a smirk.
"I don't either." Quinn says defensively as a blob of jelly falls out of her sandwich onto her pants legs, to which Chef quickly ran over and licked off. Quinn winks at him and laughs.
"Don't get my baby sick." I tell her as I roll my eyes.
Brittany walks in and hugs me from behind. "Ready to go?" She asks as she kisses the shell of my ear.
I turn in her arms and nod as I kiss her back. "Yeah, let's go."
"Bye Quinnie." Brittany calls happily over her shoulder as we head out of the apartment.
I run to the passenger side of the car and open the door for Brittany and smile as she kisses me on the cheek before getting in the car. Once I hop in the driver side I head straight to Starbucks, thank God for the drive thru window. I order myself a grande Caramel Macchiato, and I get Brit a peppermint hot chocolate. "Here you go, babe." I tell her as I pay and receive the drinks.
"Thanks!" Brittany says happily. "Ice skating in Central Park is going to be so much fun." She beams.
I love when I'm able to put that adorable smile on Brittany's face, it just makes me swell with pride and I can't help but smile myself. "Yeah it will be, I will warn you now, that I'm a great ice skater, so I don't want to leave you in my dust….well ice shavings." I laugh out.
Brittany cocks her head to side as she takes a sip of her hot chocolate. "Is that a challenge of some sort?"
I glance over at Brittany. "Maybe, maybe not." I shrug with a slight smile.
"What does the winner get?" She asks as she grabs my coffee and takes a sip. She then holds it up to my mouth so I can take a sip as well.
"Ummmm, you name the prize." I tell her while licking the foam off my bottom lip.
"Hmmmmmmm." She closes her eyes tightly and starts to think. I reach over and grab her hand and hold it in my lap. "The loser has to cook the winner dinner." She smiles.
"I always cook for you, baby, don't you want a different prize if you win?" I ask her as I come to a red light.
"Not in a costume you don't." She smiles.
I quickly frown. "A costume?"
"Yep, I get to pick the meal and the costume." Brittany says while nodding and clapping.
I laugh. "Ok, same prize for me? I get to pick the meal and the costume." I tell her.
"Deal." She nods. I glance at her and see her staring at me while sipping her hot chocolate.
"What?" I ask her with a smile.
"What costume would you pick for me?" She asks with a big smile.
I laugh. "I can't tell you, but I do have one in mind." I state with a wink as I park the car. I lean over and pull her into a quick kiss before hopping out of the car.
After we lace up our shoes, we hit the ice, and by hit, I really mean hit. I fuckin slip and fall immediately when I step on the rink. Britt quickly bends down and helps me up.
"I thought you were an exceptional ice skater." She teases as I allow her to pull me up.
"I think you pushed me." I grumble out as she pulls me into a hug.
"I did not." She laughs softly in my ear. "Are you ok?"
She then asks as she moves behind me and holds me tightly around the waist.
"Yeah, I'm ok." I tell her.
"Are you sure?" She asks as she begins to skate so we are moving slowly around the perimeter of the rink.
"Yeah, I'm ok, baby." I tell her as I tilt my head up and kiss her on the cheek quickly.
"Cool, let's have some fun now." She says excitedly as she lets my waist go and spins me around with her as she starts to skate super fast while weaving in and out of people pulling me behind her.
I start laughing and I start to skate myself to keep up with her. "Slow down Brit!" I yell out with a smile.
Brittany looks behind her and winks at me, she then turns around so she is facing me and grabs both of my hands as she begins to skate backwards. "Your nose and cheeks are red." She giggles out.
"So are yours." I tell her with a smile as we lock eyes. "Your eyes look super blue today." I add as I skate closer and rest my hands on her hips.
"The bluer they getter means the happier I am." She notes. I nod and make a mental note of that. "They're always super blue around you." She blushes.
"Hmmmmm." I smile and lift her hand to kiss it softly. "So are we going to the mall after?"
"We can." She nods. "I'm off until Monday still."
"Ok, I want to get a few gifts, for my parents, my abuela, and something for Quinn." I tell her as Brittany quickly spins in a circle and begins to skate next to me.
"I ordered my brothers gifts last week, so they should be coming any day now, but I do need to find something for my parents, and my uncles." Brittany frowns while she thinks. "Oh and Lord Tubbington too."
"You buy him a gift for Christmas?" I ask her.
"Of course, why not?" She replies. "Aren't you getting Chef something?"
I freeze because it never crossed my mind considering I buy Chef a new toy or treats whenever I'm in the store anyways. "I didn't plan on it, should I?" I look up at her.
"He deserves a little holiday cheer too, right?" She shrugs.
I bite my bottom lip. "I guess, what would I get him, just more toys?"
Brittany nods. "Or a sweater, a new leash, or collar." She shrugs. "Just something so he doesn't feel forgotten about. Lord Tubbington loves opening gifts on Christmas."
I glance up at her and she her smiling and smile myself. "Ok, well, will you help me pick out something special for him?"
"Of course." She replies before kissing me softly on the temple and wrapping her arm around my waist.
We skated for another 30 minutes, super close, mainly because it's freezing out, well, ok, mainly because I love snuggling with Brittany, and I love how it feels when she holds me. After skating, I take Brittany to a diner nearby and we have lunch together before we hit the mall. After 3 hours in the mall, and like 15 shopping bags later, we finally head home, with Brittany driving because I'm tired and I have a slight headache and my knee hurts, I may have lied a little when I told Brittany I was ok when I fell earlier.
After a long 2 hour nap with Brittany on the couch, I finally get up and start getting ready for work. As I'm showering, Brit slips in with me, to help me get squeaky clean, as she put it. I ended up getting a little dirty first, but it was well worth it.
After a long make out session at the door of the apartment, I finally left and came to work. Brit said she needed to take care of some business, so she would take a cab and meet me at the bar in a few hours, to give me a ride home.
I'm wiping down the counter after a mad rush when Puck offered my SnixBite for $2. Of course, I make them a little better than the other bartenders, which makes sense considering I invented it, so that means there was rush around my area for 20 minutes straight. I grab myself a bottle of water and lean back while Beyoncé's "Love On Top" blares through the bar. I laugh at the awful dancing as Quinn and Mercedes come up to the bar.
"Hey ladies, I didn't know you were coming tonight." I say with a smile as I lean over and hug them both. I then set down napkins in front of them. "What do you want?" I ask.
"I dragged this one out of the house." Mercedes teased.
"You still fighting with Sam?" I ask her quietly.
Quinn shrugged. "He's with his brother and I needed some fun, and since you work nights now." She rolled her eyes. "I figured Mercedes was the next best thing."
"I would be offended but I'm going to make you buy my first drink instead." Mercedes laughs.
"Why didn't you call Brit?" I ask.
"I did, she didn't answer, and she'll end up here tonight anyways." Quinn teases. "We'll have Snixxtinis, and a shot of patron." Quinn adds while setting down a $50. "Here's your tip for the night."
"Sweet, thanks." I tell her as I slip the bill in my apron and start making their drinks. I set the drinks down in front of them and pour their shots next.
"You drinking tonight?" Mercedes asks me.
"If I do, not until later, it's too crazy in here tonight." I tell her.
"Which means, she's waiting for Brittany to take her first drink." Quinn teases again.
"Whatever." I say while rolling my eyes and pouring myself a shot as well. I laugh when Quinn smirks before we all knock back the shot. I get a mini rush of customers and finish all their drinks just as I feel my phone vibrate. I see it's a text from Brittany and smile.
FROM BRIT BRIT; If you could go anywhere in the world today, where would you go?
I think for a moment and reply.
TO BRIT BRIT: Paris
FROM BRIT BRIT: Do you have a passport?
I quickly shake my head and quickly reply.
TO BRIT BRIT: You are not taking me to Paris tonight Brittany.
FROM BRIT BRIT: That doesn't answer my question ;)
TO BRIT BRIT: Yes, I have a passport babe
FROM BRIT BRIT: Great, see you soon! XOXO
I frown and slide my phone in my apron.
"What's wrong?" Quinn asks.
"I think Brittany is taking me to Paris tonight?" I say softly.
"What the fuck?" Mercedes chokes out. "How is that bad?"
"It's not." I say. "I just don't want Brit to spend so much money on me." I tell them. "She already bought me a shitload of stuff when we went shopping today?"
Quinn raised her eyebrow. "Like what?"
"Well, like sweaters and clothes and stuff." I tell her. "I don't want to take advantage of her wealth."
"Have you ever asked Brittany to buy you anything or loan you money?" Mercedes asks while taking a sip of her martini. I shake my head, I honestly have never asked Brittany for a dime. "Well, then you aren't taking advantage of anything. We talked and she said you barely let her buy you a coffee from Starbucks." She laughed.
"I can afford my own coffee." I shrug as I mix up a Jack and coke for a customer.
"She knows you can, but Brittany really loves you, I've never seen her do this much, or want to do this much for someone before." Mercedes explains. "She so insecure about being rich, and if you keep pushing away her money, or her gifts, she's going to think you have a problem with it, and it may make her retract inside herself."
"Really?" I ask quickly. "I don't have a problem with her money, I just, I don't want her to think I'm using her."
"She doesn't." Mercedes assures me. "Trust me, she doesn't Santana, let the girl buy you gifts and take you on a trip if she wants."
"Yeah, and bring back gifts." Quinn adds with a smile.
3am
It's closing time, and Brittany never showed up. I texted her numerous times, not only because she was my ride home, but it's not like her to just not show, not without a phone call or text. I cash out my drawer and try texting her again.
TO BRIT BRIT: Hey baby, are you ok? I'm worried.
TO BRIT BRIT: Ok, so maybe you just fell asleep, but I'm still worried, hope you are ok. I'll be home soon, I'll catch a ride with Puck.
I see Puck head to his office and stop him quickly. "Hey can I get a ride home? I think Brit feel asleep, she never showed up and she isn't answering her phone."
"Sure, just let me grab my stuff." He replies.
The entire car ride to my place I frantically keep textting Brittany, and I send out a couple SOS texts to Quinn and Mercedes, who didn't respond either, they did leave drunk in a cab but still.
I finally get up to my apartment and swing the door open as my jaw drops open…..
