Chapter 6
Santana is now sitting at her favorite restaurant waiting for her mother impatiently. It has been past an hour since she arrived at Breadstixx. She also made a couple of calls to her mother and got a 'Just wait for me.' for reply.
One of the things that Santana hates is waiting. She is a kind of person who is very impatient and her mother is testing her now. She stands up very annoyed and about to leave.
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Brittany is walking nervously after she parked her car and on her way on the restaurant. Even though Maribel Lopez intimidates her she is happy that the woman admires her.
As she enters the restaurant she is greeted by a smiling petite brunette.
"Good day Miss, did you have any reservations made?" the attendant asks her.
"Uhm no. But I am meeting Mrs. Maribel Lopez here, and.." She said but was interrupted.
"Oh. There's a table reserved for her. Please follow me I will lead you to your table." the smiling brunette motions her to follow.
As Brittany follows the attendant she feels her phone vibrates and when she was about to answer she bumps on someone. She lifts her gaze to apologize when she was met by an angry brunette cursing in Spanish.
"...you should be looking to where you are going instead of.." the brunette stop rambling with wide eyes when she saw two amazing blue eyes staring at her widely with obvious surprise.
"wh- why are you here?" the young Latina stutters.
"I am about to meet your mother for lunch." She said shyly and a little scared at how mad the Latina was. Even though she doesn't understand Spanish she can still feel how angry she was.
The Latina was about to say something again when her phone vibrated letting her know she received a message, while Santana was checking her phone, Brittany's phone rings again and she answers it quickly when she saw Mrs. Lopez' name blinking.
"uhm hello, Maribel?" Brittany said over the phone while looking at Santana who was now looking at her with narrowed eyebrows annoyed at the message she received.
Mami: Behave and treat Brittany nicely.
"Brittany darling, I supposed you already saw Santana in there. I will be late for lunch but you two can go on and have your lunch already, no need to wait for me. Let me know if that daughter of mine gives you headache, okay?" Maribel said sweetly almost chuckling.
"Okay. We'll still wait for you to arrive though." She whispers.
"Sure Brittany. Have fun!" she said excitedly then hangs up.
"Well, your mom said she'll be late." Brittany said avoiding Santana's gaze.
"Unbelievable." Santana huffs
"Uhmm. Miss, can I lead you to your table now?" The attendant said looking to Brittany then to Santana.
"Sure." Brittany said smiling nervously.
She walks graciously following the attendant as Santana follows them groaning.
Brittany sits across Santana still avoiding in looking at the two brown eyes that have been occupying her thoughts lately.
"I thought, I'm not going to see you again after you know." Santana mocks while Brittany is being busy looking at the menu where she hides her face.
"Your mother told me you won't make it for lunch that's why she invited me," the young blonde explains.
"I can see that she set us up to meet or something." Santana said now grinning at the idea. She thought that it is her time to annoy the blonde that had been making her mind crazy, lately.
The blonde just stares at her not knowing what to say. She exhales with relief as she saw the waitress walking towards them.
"Are you ready to take your orders?" A red-haired girl with glossy pouty lips asks Brittany then at Santana who she gives a wink.
"Meatball spaghetti and a Dr. Pepper" Brittany said uncomfortable of the energy exchange that is happening with Santana and the waitress.
"How about you hot stuff?" The waitress said as she scribbles Brittany's order in her notepad then looking back at Santana with a flirty look.
"The usual" Santana said as she winks back at the waitress.
The waitress shuffles back to the counter with an annoying grin plastered on her face.
"Do you do that always?" Brittany asks annoyed. She doesn't know why she suddenly feels annoyed at Santana flirting with the waitress.
"Do what?" Santana asks innocently.
"Flirts with waitresses," Brittany rolls her eyes at Santana's obliviousness.
"And you care because?" Santana said with an eyebrow raise at the blonde.
"I don't care who you flirts with but makes me uncomfortable, that's all." She said avoiding Santana's eyes.
Santana chuckles at the blonde who fails to hide her annoyance at the Latina.
"And how did you know I'm flirting back? She just asked what I wanted and I just answered." She challenges.
When Brittany is about to defend herself she caught something from the corner of her eyes. She glances sideways to the window looking outside and was shocked to see her girlfriend, Natasha, walking with another girl. She looks closely and saw them walking with their hands lock with each other both laughing. She follows them with her eyes that are now walking towards a red car which proved her suspicions. It was her girlfriend's car.
Santana saw Brittany's face fall from annoyance to hurt? sadness? She follows the site where the blonde has been looking with narrowed eyes. There she saw the brunette girl that Brittany introduces as her girlfriend from Puck's party and the same girl she followed on one of the diner last time.
Brittany immediately dials on her phone and waits for an answer whoever she was calling.
"Hey Tash." Brittany tries to hide the hurt and mask with a fake excitement. "Where are you?"
"Babe I told you I'm at the restaurant. It's crazy how packed in here. I'll call you back, yeah?" Natasha said then hangs up.
Brittany didn't know what to think or feel in what she saw. She froze not knowing what to do.
"Isn't that your girlfriend?" Santana asks before she even realised how stupid it is to ask when she knows the answer already and regrets when she saw the blonde was about to cry with her glossy eyes.
Brittany just bows her head embarrass, hurt and suddenly angry with her girlfriend. Why did her girlfriend lied to her and she's walking hand-in-hand with another girl. She is embarrassed that other people have to witness it with her. She was about to stand up and leave when a soft hand grabs her.
"Where are you going?" Santana asks not knowing what to do.
Brittany just looks at her with tears flowing freely from her eyes. Without hesitation Santana pulls her into her body and hugs her. That's when Brittany starts to cry even more. Santana just rubs the back of Brittany to soothe her a little. She just discovered that it was the most painful thing to see the blonde cry. Before, she saw other people cry but it doesn't pain her, like when Puck cheated on Quinn, she was there to comfort her blonde friend but didn't have the same effect.
She pulls the blonde back on the booth and allows her to be seated again. She still has her arms wrapped around the blonde girl.
"Maybe it was just a friend or relative, so stop crying please." Santana whispered trying to calm her down.
Hearing that Brittany lifts her head and look into Santana's eyes as if she's finding some proof that maybe it is just a friend or her girlfriend's relative.
"But why did she lie to me when I called her?" Brittany whimpers again.
Not knowing what to say, Santana just shrug and hug the weeping blonde again rubbing her back.
"Do you want to ditch this stupid lunch and grab some desserts instead? I know a place where they served the coolest ice cream here in New York." Santana tries thinking that it might cheer up the blonde in her arms.
When she was a kid, her mom brings her to ice cream parlour to cheer her up when she's sad or when she's having a tantrum. Sure, it was a lot of time when she's having tantrums before.
The blonde looks at her and nods wiping her tears with the back of her hands. Santana smiles at her and unconsciously Brittany calms when she saw those amazing smiles.
"Let's go." Santana said grabbing Brittany's hand as they rush out the restaurant to the parking area.
"How about my car?" Brittany asks as they stop in front of shiny silver BMW Z4.
"Where's your car?" Santana asks and Brittany points the pink convertible Mini Cooper.
"We can get it later." Santana said as she open the car's door for Brittany and usher her in.
Brittany sat silently as Santana drives. She is still figuring out who could that girl be. And why on earth would her girlfriend lie to her. She glances at the Latina and smiles, thankful that someone was there to comfort her. She was not used of such thing. The only person that comforts her was her girlfriend. She didn't make any close friends because Natasha scared them away, thinking they might get Brittany away from her. Santana is a good person after all, she thought. And she is not thinking on telling it to her parents because they will just hate her even more.
They parked in front of a very tall building and Santana goes out immediately and runs toward Brittany's door. She opens it for her and smiles. Brittany smiles and thanks her. She's surprisingly a gentlewoman, Brittany thought again. They climb up to the top floor by the elevator and was welcome with an Ice Cream mascot.
Brittany smiles widely as she was in awe at how colourful and lively the parlour is. She never thought that such place will be place in a high tower. Santana, who is still holding her hands smiles at her and guide them towards the table with two stools facing the outside, from there they can see the whole New York City with the blue sky. It's calming.
"What's your favourite flavour?" Santana break her out of amazement.
"Strawberry," She smiles shyly.
"Should have known," Santana teases, "Come on, you can watch them how they make our orders."
Brittany follows her through the counter. She stands still beside the Latina as she places their orders.
"Look," Santana points at the woman who is preparing their ice creams.
The woman take a scoop of strawberry ice cream then rolled it on a foamy butter. She smiles at Santana and Brittany who is watching her carefully with wide smiles. The woman continues with putting a little sprinkles then roll it again on a plate of cornflakes. After it was covered with cornflakes she dropped it on a boiling pot of oil. Brittany's excitement towards the ice cream was understatement. The cornflakes covered ice cream was dried on a strainer then was place on bowl full of whipped cream drizzled with a little bit of strawberry syrup and finishes with a pair of cherry on the side. The woman gave Santana and Brittany her masterpiece with an unexpected remark of,
"You look good together." As she moves back to make the next order, the young blonde and Latina blushes furiously avoiding each other's eyes.
They both enjoyed their ice creams and surprisingly, each other's company. The conversations was all about their childhood how Santana punched a boy in her class during the kindergarten and how Brittany had her first dance recital at the age of four.
Driving back to Breadstixx they are now laughing at each other's experiences when they were a child. It was an amazing afternoon with the Latina, Brittany thought. Santana parks her car carefully and quickly jump out of the car to open Brittany's door but she was beaten by the blonde when she was already outside before Santana even open it.
"You don't have to do that. It was a nice experience Santana, thank you. I really had fun." Brittany said grinning at the Latina.
Santana walked the blonde back to her car when they were stopped on their tracked as Maribel Lopez and Jane Pierce caught their attention.
"Where did the two of you go?" Jane Pierce fakes an angry tone.
"We uh- we just- uhm.." It's funny how Santana stutters intimidated by Mrs. Pierce.
"We just had an ice cream, mommy." Brittany said rolling her eyes knowing that her mother is just kidding.
"I didn't know someone can intimidate you, Mija." Maribel teases and laughs at her daughter who is now embarrass that she stutters.
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A/N:
How was it? Engagement party for the next chapter and if I can add up some sweet lady lovin' why not. Just wait and see. :)
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