Brittany – 6th January 2017
Our daily routine comes back quickly. We came back to New York two days ago, after our 48 hours trip across the country. This time, Santana accompanied me. She had cancelled her flight before Christmas, when she knew, that I'm driving with my car and not taking a plane. At least I convinced her, to take the outgoing flight.
It was nice, having Santana by my side. Although most of the time I was scared because of Mary Jane, as soon as the Latina sat behind the steering wheel. I trust her and her driving skills, but normally no one gets to drive MJ.
Now I spend the last minutes of my workday with Quinn, who is sitting in front of me. She arrived a few minutes ago and after we greeted each other with a long hug, I brought her something to drink und now she's telling me about her Christmas and New Years Eve.
After her little storytelling she wants to know, how my days went.
While I'm talking about it, she looks more and more shocked. If I wasn't there, when it happened, I wouldn't believe it. I don't want her pity or encouraging words.
Because I told her so, she's quiet until my story ends. After that she changes the topic. I'm grateful for that, I don't need advice from people, who don't know what I've been through.
"What do you think about going to a gay bar tomorrow? We could end your birthday there."
Okay, this is not the change of topic I thought about.
"What should I do there? Don't get me wrong, but I have a girlfriend.", I raise my eyebrow confused and Quinn starts laughing.
"I don't wanna play matchmaking with you, Britt. You are always so distant to San, when you are in public, so maybe you can relax in between all these gay people."
"This is not my problem. Those women are strangers and I'm not ready for this kind of outing."
This whole situation with Dani was enough. My jealousy won over me, and it won't happen again.
"Okay, okay, it was just some idea.", the blonde raises her hands in defense.
"Why is it so important to you? Did Santana say something?"
"No, she didn't, but who likes to keep his relationship a secret?"
"Thank god it's my relationship and not yours, right?", I ask angrier than I intended to.
"Sorry, I know it's not my business.", Quinn apologizes quickly.
"And I'm sorry for being so angry, I'm just tired of this shit. I decide, when it's time to out myself. It's already a big step, that you and my family know about this. I need to do it in my tempo."
"I get it, I know this isn't easy. Just a little reminder, everyone around you supports you."
"Come here, I think you need a hug.", I open my arms and wait for Quinn to step in my embrace.
"I'll try to make it quick here and then we can go to Rachel and celebrate."
/
Quinn, Rachel and I decided to have a little ladies night. Santana has to work tonight, but at least we can spend the next day together.
Rachel cooked for us, so we didn't end up at my place but at hers, eating lasagna.
We are in a really good mood, together we drank two bottles of red wine and some tequila shots.
"So, when are you and Finn tying the knot, Rach?", Quinn wiggles her eyebrows and turns to my best friend.
"Tying the knot? We are a couple for seven months; I don't think it's a topic we discuss anytime soon. I'm pretty sure Santana and Brittany will be married before me."
"Oh really? Well, I don't see a ring on my finger.", I hold my hand up to show my fingers and we start giggling.
"Would you say 'yes', if she would ask you?", Rachel tilts her head, waiting for my answer.
"She wouldn't ask me right now; I mean we are only back together for a few months now. And as long as I can't hold her hand, marriage won't be worth a word."
"Time doesn't matter between you two, you were best friends for years and the thing with hand holding is your problem. So, would you say yes?", she repeats her question.
"Please don't tell me she plans a proposal or something.", I have a bad feeling about it, why would she ask this right now?
"No, not that I know. But would you say no?", she can't let go this question.
"I want to propose, someday, so I think I would say 'no'.", I answer honestly.
It sounds weird, that I want to propose, although I'm still in the closet. The years without her showed me, that I need her in my life, and I definitely see her as my wife in the future.
"Got any plans? Can we go ring shopping with you?", Quinn joins the conversation.
"Alright, what did I miss? Marriage and proposals are really the thing tonight, tell me why?"
"It's just an interesting issue. Don't worry Britt, I know what your present is and it's not a ring."
"Are you sure? Be honest, Rachel, I don't need this surprise."
"I'm pretty sure. Now calm down before you're having a stroke."
Rachel fills my empty glass with some wine again, "Here, now relax a bit."
Half an hour later, Rachels phone starts ringing. She leaves the room, only to be back a few seconds later, handing me the phone with a smile.
Santana.
I take the phone and make my way over to the bathroom.
"Hey. You know I own a phone, too, right? Or have you lost my number?", I start talking, so she knows I'm there now.
Before I can close the door, Leo slips through it. The cat doesn't leave me alone, even when I'm going to the bathroom. Told you, this cat is a creep.
"Your number is forever in my mind. I didn't know if you were still awake or not and if not, I wouldn't want to wake you, if you kept your sound on by accident."
"You are a way too caring; how do I deserve you?", I look at myself in the mirror, waiting for her answer.
"You deserve everything. Right now, I'm calling to congratulate you on your birthday, so any questions, or may I?"
"You may."
"Well, feliz cumpleaños mi amor. I wish you the best in the world. Good luck and health and that all your dreams will come true sooner or later. I love you baby, more than anything else in the world."
With every word I hear, the smile on my face grows wider.
"Thank you honey, I love you, too."...more than words can ever express.
"I need to be back at work in a few, but I wanted to ask, if you stay at my place tonight. I would love to come home to you later."
"I can't say no to this, I keep the bed warm for you."
"Score.", she chuckles, "I need to go babe, have a good party with the girls, see you later."
"Bye baby", I reply and hang up the phone.
/
When I open my eyes, I need a few seconds to get orientated, before I realize that I'm in Santana's room. I feel her steady breath against my neck and her hand on my stomach.
When I take a look at the clock, I see that it's already 10am. Normally I can't sleep more than two hours before waking up with nightmares, but when I'm with San I sleep like a baby, she protects me from my nightmares.
Carefully I slip out of the bed, trying my best not to wake my girlfriend. She needs some rest after working for hours. After doing my morning routine in the bathroom, I start looking for my phone, because it wasn't on the nightstand in the bedroom.
I finally find it in the kitchen -which is an absolute mess- sitting down on a barstool I check the calls and messages I got.
Rachel: Good morning, birthday girl. Do not wonder about the mess in the kitchen, Santana tried to bake, and she failed. I had no time to clean up und sent S to bed. Do not think about cleaning, I'll do it when I'm home, or Santana will. Anyways, I wish you a good day, see you later. Love you! X
San can't bake, everyone knows it. But she tried. She tried for me, and I don't know if I could love her more.
I answer Rachel first and then everyone else. After writing simple, short answers to everyone I take another look at the mess in the kitchen.
Beside the chaos, I spot a bouquet of red and white carnations, next to it are two gift boxes. I'm pretty sure the gifts are for me, but I won't open them without San.
Instead I call my mum. She wrote me and endlessly long message, how sorry she is for what happened on Christmas and if I have the time to talk to her today. She is my mum; I can't ignore her for the rest of my life.
"Hey mum", I start talking when she accepts the call.
"Brittany, I'm so glad that you're calling", I hear her relieved voice. "How are you?", she wants to know, and I put her on speaker, so I can start cleaning the kitchen, because I can't look at this mess a second longer without doing anything against it.
"I'm fine thanks, you?"
"I'm fine, too. Did you already get some nice presents?"
"Rachel and Quinn, a friend of us, bought me some kitchen supplies so I can try some new things at home and not only at work."
"Sounds lovely. What about Santana? What did she get you?"
"A bouquet of flowers and two other things, but I don't know what it is. She is still asleep, and I want to wait for her, before opening the gifts."
"Understandable. How is it going between you two?"
"If you want to hear, that it's not going well, then I think you need to hang up."
I don't want to fight on the phone, so it's better when we're ending the talk.
"I want to know the truth, whatever it looks like."
"I've never been so happy in my life. She makes me happy. We are pretty happy."
"That sounds great, you deserve it."
"I deserve it? Does dad know about this phone call or is he already on his way to New York, so he can beat me again?"
I can't stop it; the words just left my mouth.
"I'm sorry, Brittany. Your father shouldn't have done this, but you need to understand, he-"
"Stop it!", I interrupt her harshly, putting down the plate in my hand, before I start throwing it. "He had no right for hitting me, throwing a fucking bible and calling me names. It's my life and my decision. I love Santana and I'm not letting her go a second time. Dad made his decision, he doesn't play any part in my life anymore."
"Don't say this, your father loves you."
"He loves me? You call this love? Every time I look in the mirror, I see this scar on my face. A scar he caused, because I love a woman. The best woman in the world, who tries to protect me from people like him."
"Brittany…"
"No mum, just drop it. I'm not capable of showing Santana my love in public, because of you. I'm scared of kissing her or holding her hand in front of other people, because I think they react the same way you and dad did."
There is some silence between us, when I put the last things in the dish washer and clean the kitchen counters.
"I wish you could express your love. I didn't want you to be scared of me."
"It's to late", I grumble, when I hear some steps behind me and shortly after, Santana's arms are around my body.
"I need to go mum. I have some things to do."
"Take care, honey."
"Bye.", I answer shortly, before dropping the phone.
I lean my back against Santana's front and close my eyes.
"You shouldn't clean up my mess.", she breaks our silence and I'm glad that we're not talking about my phone call.
"I was awake, and I didn't want to open the gifts without you, so I made myself useful. But I have a question, where is the cake?"
"There is a possibility that I threw it out the window. From now on you are responsible for baking, I hope this is okay?"
"Out the window? Why not into the trash can, like normal people would do it?", I chuckle.
"Because I was frustrated.", Santana sighs, "Nothing worked out and then I just blanked out and the next second the cake was already gone. But let us stop talking about my failure, there are more important things right now, birthday girl."
"Oh really? Enlighten me."
"Your presents.", she kisses my back, before letting me go. I turn around and immediately I face the bouquet.
"Red carnations mean love, lust and passion and the white ones mean eternal loyalty. I know you are not a flowers girl, but these are more symbols."
"They are gorgeous, thank you.", I take the flowers from her.
"This gift is from my parents. I don't know what it is, and they told me you need to open it without me", she hands me one of the two gift boxes.
"So maybe you open this and I get fresh in the bathroom and afterwards you can open mine."
"Sounds like a plan."
We kiss and after she's gone, I put the flowers down and open the present.
At first, I open the little box in it. A beautiful diamond ring is showing. Confused I take the piece of paper next to it.
Dear Brittany,
I'm pretty sure you're confused now. This is my engagement ring; I wore proudly for years. However, I wear my wedding ring for decades now, which is why I want to give this ring to my daughter. Whenever you are ready to take the next step with Santana, you have our blessing. I hope you don't feel under pressure now, we just wanted to show you, that you're always welcome in our family and that we love you.
We put a second gift into the box, so Santana won't get suspicious. We hope you like it.
Happy birthday Britt,
From
Dana Felipe
Wow. This is not what I expected, but it looks like marriage is a hot topic these days.
I close the box with the ring and put it away with the letter, before I take the second gift out of the box. A framed picture of Santana, her parents and me from our Thanksgiving weekend, when we made a trip to the Statue of Liberty.
On the backside I read 'family'.
This word means so much to me, I'm one second away from crying.
"So? What was so secret about the gift, that I wasn't allowed to be there?", Santana comes back just in time, before I have a mental breakdown.
I close the box with the letter and the ring, showing her the framed picture.
"Family. Those two are so corny, even I can't top this."
"You can't top this? Excuse me, under your tough badass attitude you are the cheesiest person ever."
"This is a lie."
"The most romantic movie is half as cheesy as you are. Or should I remind you of Valentine's Day, when you booked a hotel room full of candles and rose petals and everything?", I raise an eyebrow amused and the Latina rolls her eyes with a grin.
"It was our first Valentine's Day, I wanted to make it special", she switches from grinning to pouting very quickly.
"It was special. Everything with you is special.", I reply and kiss her lips, until the pout is gone, and she smiles against my mouth.
"No unwrap your gift", she mumbles against my lips and after one last kiss, I take the present in my hands. Santana stands beside me, one hand around my waist, watching me.
"I hope you like it", she mumbles against my arm, kissing the spot afterwards.
"It doesn't matter what it is, I already love it."
She is the biggest gift. I don't need anything special, just her. Okay, maybe I'm cheesy, too.
Full of anticipation, I open the bow and then rip open the wrapping paper. Like her parents' gift, hers is in a box, which I also open. I get out the contents and place the individual items on the kitchen island in front of me.
"Alright, what do we have here", I speak, grabbing the flyer.
Cake Fair / San Diego / 05-26-2017 – 05-28-2017
"It's your birthday weekend.", I look at my girlfriend, who nods.
"I thought we deserve a little vacation and getting out of New York. And I'm sure you love baking more than you love me, so I would love to go to the fair with you, if you want to."
"Firstly, I can't love anything more than you", I press a quick kiss on her cheek, "And secondly, I would love to have you with me there."
We grin at each other for a second before I grab the next item.
"Please don't tell me this is the key to your heart, otherwise you could be a producer of those cheesy romcoms", I hold the key up and she punches me lightly in the stomach.
"Oww!", I hiss in pain.
"Don't be so mean, I know you love romantic stuff."
She's right. I'm not so romantic, but I love those romantic gestures.
"Okay, I'm sorry, explain the key, please."
"You are over here a lot, and I love every second of it. Rachel would love it too, I quote: 'Then it feels like we would live together like we dreamed of in high school'. And yes, this is the key to my heart, because you are coming home to me."
"Every woman in the world would love your movies. Every man, too."
"As long as you would love them."
"See, this is what I mean."
"You make me so cheesy.", she stretches herself up, so she can kiss me and within a second I kiss her back. I turn my body slightly, so I stand in front of her. My hands wander from her hips, to her back and under her shirt.
"You need to open the last part of the gift.", she reminds me, while my hands are still exploring her body.
"Later, I'm busy.", I mumble against her lips, before moving to her neck.
"It won't take long.", she grabs my face, so my lips leave her skin.
"But it's my birthday.", I pout but turn around to face the last item.
"Believe me, you'll love it."
"What if I don't love it?"
She sticks out her tongue and pokes my ribs, before I open the gift.
A cube, made of glass with little sticky notes inside.
"What is this?"
"You can open it here and take a note.", she shows me the tope side of the cube and I take a note out of it.
"Massage with happy end.", I read out loud and take a look at my girlfriend, who smiles as wide as I do right now.
"Uhh, I love those notes already, can I take another one?"
"Don't get your hopes up, not all of them are like this."
"Well, I don't need a note anyway to have sex with you", I reply, and she raises her eyebrows looking at me like "Really?"
"I think I'm charming enough", I put the note away and bend down a little bit so I can grab her thighs and lift her up.
"You aren't that charming.", she throws her legs and arms around me, and I carry Santana to her bedroom.
"But charming enough for you.", I wink and before I can say more, she starts kissing me. Either to shut me up or because I'm irresistible. I bet it's option number two, while I walk through the door, kicking it shut with my foot.
We break the kiss, when I sit on the bed, Santana on my lap.
"Take your clothes off, it's time for the massage."
She grabs the hem of my shirt and takes it off, before she stands up, so I can remove my shorts and underwear.
"Lay on your stomach, I'll get the oil."
I follow her order and lay down on the bed, waiting for Santana, who comes back a few seconds later and sits down on my butt.
The Latina gives the best massages in the world. I love feeling her hands on my body, her fingers running over my scars gently and those little declarations of love she's whispering in my ear. I could fall asleep every second.
"You know there is no happy end if you fall asleep before."
"I don't sleep, I'm just resting my eyes to feel completely relaxed."
"Oh, of course, how could I not think about this.", she laughs, making me smile because of it. Her laugh could probably heal cancer.
"Turn on your back honey, so I can take care of the rest of your body.", she presses one last kiss on my back, before climbing off my body, so I can turn around. Immediately Santana sits down on my thighs, bending down for a kiss. I wrap one hand around her neck, holding her in place, so she can't break the kiss. Instead, our tongues are fighting for dominance. My other hand pulls on the hem of her shirt and when we separate, I grumble a simple "Off!"
"I'm pretty sure, I can't end the message, if I do this now."
"I don't care.", I pull the shirt higher until Santana grabs it and pulls it over her head.
"Better.", I let my hands move from her back to her hips until I reach her breasts.
"Someone's greedy.", she comments my movements, and she sucks in the air sharply, when I pinch her nipple with my thumb and index finger.
"Yes I am.", I agree, continuing my work. It doesn't take long until her hands are on my boobs, and we have a little battle, who gets the other one to moan louder.
"Come here.", I stop, put my hands on her cheeks and pull her down, so we can kiss again. Then I turn us around, so Santana is underneath me. I take her hands off my breasts and hold them over her head while I caress her breasts with my mouth.
"Britt.." she just manages to get my name out before biting her lip and stretching her body up. I love that I can drive her so crazy with simple touches and kisses.
"That's me.", I leave her boobs and go up, so my face is above hers.
"Stop grinning like that.", she rolls her eyes, her body still stretching up, waiting for my touch.
"I love you too.", I continue to grin, releasing her hands so I can slide down to take off her panties. Completely naked she lies under me and so I take a few seconds to admire the view. Santana is the most beautiful woman on earth.
"You already know me naked, or is there something new?", she raises an eyebrow with a chuckle.
"I just notice every time how pretty you are, and I enjoy looking at pretty things."
"You don't have to say that anymore, I'll sleep with you anyway," she sits up and wraps her arms around my neck before we kiss. She quickly falls backwards so I lie on her again. One hand lies on her cheek while the other makes its way down between us.
"I love how wet you are for me.", I murmur before my fingers do some exploring. That alone seems to get Delilah up to speed.
"Just for you."
Again, she reaches out to me, waiting for a decisive movement. I think this was enough foreplay. With a fluid movement I penetrate her with two fingers and at the same time my lips find her weak spot between neck and shoulder.
"Right there...yes.", I get quick feedback from her as I suck and lick her skin, biting lightly.
Her hands are already entangled in my hair and her teeth go dangerously over my shoulder. I've had bite marks from Santana on a number of occasions. While immortalizing myself with hickeys on her skin, I have bite marks on my body. Impatiently she meets my thrusts with her hips, so I add another finger and speed up.
Soon there are no more words between us. These are not even necessary. My ragged breathing and Santana's moans fill her room. As I feel her tightening around my fingers, I know she's almost there. That's why I give everything again, increase the speed of my fingers and bite lightly into the hickey I caused. This takes her over the cliff, and she climaxes with a muffled scream against my shoulder. As the orgasm subsides, I keep my fingers inside her, but raise my head to look at her.
The face of complete contentment is in front of me. Her eyes are closed, her mouth slightly open, the corners of her mouth turning up. She looks totally relaxed. Santana opens her eyes and I take that as a sign to pull my fingers out of her.
"Hey.", I grin and put my fingers in my mouth, "You taste great."
"Oh yes?", she asks and to answer I involve her in a French kiss.
"Give me a two-minute break and then I'll check how good you taste."
"I can't wait for it."
/
I look at myself in the mirror and straighten my dress. Santana loves dresses on me and I love the looks I get.
At 7 pm sharp, there is a knock at my door. After protests from Santana, I managed to leave the loft about two hours ago. Actually, we could have spent the whole day in bed, but after San told me about the planned dinner, I wanted at least some time to get ready.
I throw on an overcoat and grab my purse before opening the door for Delilah.
With the words "Hello gorgeous.", I greet her and let my gaze slide over her.
Her black winter coat hides what she wears underneath. However, it ends just above the knee, so I see the red lace of a knee-length dress. In addition, she wears red boots with a damn high heel, so that we are at eye level. No idea how she can walk in these. Her long hair is curled and hangs over her shoulders. She's wearing more make-up than usual, but my gaze lingers on her lips, which are just as red as her boots and probably her dress too.
I only break away from her lips when I feel her hands on either side of my coat, getting a better look at my dress. It's nothing special. A black, floor-length dress. It is sleeveless and fitted. The 'highlight' is the low back and chest neckline.
"It should be illegal to sell something like that as a dress, you look hot."
"I have to keep up with you somehow.", I return the compliment and kiss her.
"May I ask?", she then offers me her arm and I link mine with hers.
A taxi is already waiting in front of my house, and we get into it. During the drive I try to figure out where we're going, but Santana doesn't even give me a tip. I have no idea where we are. My girlfriend pays the taxi driver, and we get out together.
"The Earthquake", I read the large letters written on the facade.
"This place has the best steaks in all of New York."
"I'm looking forward to trying them, but it looks kind of closed.", I point out to the darkness on the ground floors, which can be seen through the large windows.
"Don't worry, we're an exception.", she types around on her cell phone and then some lights go on in the restaurant and shortly afterwards the door opens. Sam is standing in front of us with a cooking apron.
"Hey.", Santana greets him first with a hug before giving me a quick hug as well. "Happy birthday.", he wishes me. I say thank you and then he steps aside so we can enter.
"Just up the stairs, the flowers will guide you.", he explains, and so my gaze falls on the floor, where various flowers are lying.
Once at the top, there is a round table in the middle of the room with a white tablecloth on it. A large candle stands in the middle, and it is set for two people.
"Wow.", I can't help but be amazed.
"Do you like it?"
"Like? I love it. And I love you, thank you."
"It is my pleasure.", she kisses my cheek, then leads me to the table, where once I'm seated, she adjusts my chair before settling across from me. It doesn't take long for Sam to join us.
"Champagne?". he asks us, holding up the bottle and we both nod. He fills our glasses and tells us that the appetizer will be here in five minutes.
"To you, baby, happy birthday!". Santana raises her glass and I follow her example.
"To us.", I add before we toast, and take a sip.
I think this is the best birthday I've ever had.
I'm sorry for the long break, sometimes life gets in the way. Anyway, I hope you liked this chapter! :)