Santana keeps running into the beautiful blonde in the elevator at her apartment. Shy!Santana is afraid to make a move and Brittany finally asks her out in "their" elevator.
It's rare that Santana's ever late for work, but when she is..it's bad. First her alarm didn't go off, next she stubbed her toe on the bathroom door, she almost caught her apartment on fire when she forgot about the eggs she was frying, then when she was finally ready to leave, she tripped over a stack of cardboard boxes someone left out in the hall right in front of her door and spilled coffee all over herself.
"Fucking hell, really?" She grumbled and kicked at the boxes in the way before rushing off to catch the elevator, she didn't have time to go back in to change, "Hold the door!"
Thankfully, she was lucky and the person inside didn't just let the door close in her face. She snuck through the small opening and was greeted by an unfamiliar blonde. She wore light blue jeans and a dark green flannel shirt that brought out the blues in her eyes over a white tank top and her was tied back in a loose pony tail. She looked so casual and comfortable that Santana was slightly jealous because it sure as hell beats a coffee-drenched pencil skirt and blouse, but also because she looked like a dream, a beautiful blonde dream.
"Thanks." Santana breathed out, adjusting her hold on her purse and blazer before tucking her hair behind her ear and moving to the far right corner.
"No problem." The blonde smiled politely and stepped back to the left corner of the elevator.
Santana noted the smell of vanilla or maybe sugar cookies coming off the girl and found herself smiling for some reason. Those smells always reminded her of home, of warmth and welcome, and they were something she desperately missed since flying the coop a few years back. She also found herself side glancing the girl, powered by curiosity. The girl's jeans fit her so perfectly, hugging all her curves snugly and how low her tank top dipped to show off smooth skin and collarbones she could daydream about. When her eyes accidentally caught bright blues sweeping up her body, she quickly looked to the floor embarrassed at being caught.
"You know you're soaked, right?" The blonde asked causing Santana's cheeks to pink, "You're dripping all over the floor.."
Santana tried to play it off and looked down at her skirt and the side of her blouse, Yeah..I had a bit of an accident. Not that kind of accident! It's just coffee, I spilled coffee on myself. But I don't usually spill coffee on myself.." Santana wanted to smack herself for rambling when all the girl did was ask a simple question. She took a deep calming breath and tried to ignore the way the blonde was trying to keep from laughing at her, "Some dumbass left boxes all in the middle of the hall and I tripped over them."
"Sorry about that," The blonde smiled at her sympathetically and looked up at the floor number when the bell dinged. Santana took a step towards the door, ready to bolt from the God awful embarrassing conversation, "I just moved in and I haven't found the box with all my desk supplies. I'm out look for a box cutter now so I can break those down. I'll have them out of your way soon."
And just like that, Santana's face turned beet red. She basically called the girl a dumbass and she was nice enough to hold the door for her and no one ever does that and she went and called her a dumbass, awesome.
As soon as the doors opened, Santana rushed out of the elevator not even bothering to give the girl one last look as she told the brunette to have a good day.
The next time she ran into the blonde, she was hiding beneath two huge paper bags filled with groceries. It was an emergency run because she forgot her best friend was flying in that night and she'd flip out if she found out Santana's fridge was empty or stocked with at least two packages of bacon. She didn't even bother what she looked like, she was in that much of a hurry, so when she sees the blonde again she cringes: sweatpants, hair in a lazy bun, and no make up doesn't really cause anyone to want to jump her bones no matter what Drake raps about.
She tries to turn invisible as she waits to reach her floor, but the blonde, ever so friendly, recognizes her right away, "Coffee girl, hi! You're not wearing coffee this time!"
"Yeah.." Santana chuckled nervously, scrunching her nose to keep her glasses from sliding down.
"Well, I never got to properly introduce myself last time. Or maybe I just got distracted? Anyway! I'm Brittany." The blonde rambled cutely.
"Santana."
"That's a nice name, I don't think I've ever met a Santana before." She pondered before smiling, "So, having a party or just super hungry?" she asked, noticing the grocery bags Santana's holding.
"No, my best friend's coming for the weekend. She'll flip if the fridge isn't stocked."
"Sounds like me and you have similar kinds of best friends." The blonde giggled as she watched the red digital numbers change. Santana just laughed too, unsure of what else to say and also a little worried that she'd make a fool out of herself. She gripped her bags tighter and tried heaving up the other for a better hold. Always so observant, Brittany noticed the sound of crinkling paper, "Do you need help with those?"
"No, no, I'm good. I'm about to get off anyway."
"Are you sure? I mean, we're on the same floor."
"No, that's okay. I've got it." Santana assured her. With the blonde closing in on her, she was worried she might see the hot mess she was looking like right about now and ruin any possible chances she'd have with the girl.
"Alrighty," She smiled as the doors opened, "See you around, Santana!"
Their causal run-in's go on for about a couple week. They're always short, thanks to Santana constantly being a nervous wreck around her, and sweet, thanks to Brittany's ability to look past Santana constantly being a nervous wreck.
"You should just ask her on a date or something!" Quinn told Santana for the third time ever since she told her about the second time she ran into her.
"I don't know, Q, maybe if there was a way I could ask without actually talking maybe?" Santana sighed as she threw herself on the couch, "She makes my underboobs sweat."
"Uh, gross."
"I can't talk properly around her, I sound like a fucking idiot!"
"Seriously? What happened to the super suave Lopez that used to be such a lady killer?"
"She turns into a shy little school girl at the sight of those damn eyes." Santana grumbled, "I don't know what to do."
"Tap into your inner badass, I'm sure she's still in there somewhere!" Quinn replied, "Next time you see her, ask her out. Simple as that."
"Okay yeah, sure! I can do that. I'm a badass. I'm badass Lopez!"
She was determined to ask Brittany out the next time she saw her. She wore her best, most subtly sexy, dress and heels that made her toned legs look good enough to eat. She curled her hair, she did her make up, she even trimmed her nails! Everything was perfect except-
"Out of order?" Santana frowned at the sign taped to the elevator doors. She looked both ways down the hallway and frowned even more, Brittany was nowhere in sight! There as no way in hell she was going down three flights of stairs in heels as high as Snoop Dogg so she sulked back to her room and opened up a bottle of wine only to find that she was out of wine.
She slowly changed clothes and slipped on her sneakers and went for the stairs: wine was a must tonight.
Meanwhile, Brittany was just coming back from a run she desperately needed after spending so many hours in the day thinking about a certain brunette she happens to always run into in a certain elevator. She was all gross and sweaty, wearing tight spandex shorts and a comfortable pink sports bra. When she had left, the elevator was still being worked on so she was glad that it was done being fixed after such a tiring run. She slipped into the elevator right when Santana left for the corner store, missing the brunette by seconds.
On her way back, Santana was pleased to see the sign gone from the elevator doors: stairs weren't really her favorite thing in the world. She hoped and prayed that maybe, just maybe, Brittany was waiting inside the elevator and she'd finally ask her important question. But as steel doors opened revealing an empty room, Santana just sighed: luck wasn't really on her side today.
In a way, she was glad that it was empty. Thinking back on all the times she ran into Brittany, asking her out on a date sounded silly. She barely knew the girl, she didn't even know if she was gay! Asking her out on a date would just end up being a big fat no.
She tucked the wine bottle under her arm and counted the floors until the bell dinged and doors opened.
She froze when she surprisingly saw Brittany standing in front of her.
"Hi!" Brittany beamed causing Santana to smile bashfully.
"Hey."
They both just kept smiling and staring at each other, no one bothering to move from the their spots.
"Rough day?" Brittany asked, nodding to the bottle in Santana's hands.
"Kind of," Santana shrugged, "But I think it's starting to turn around."
They both shared another knowing look before both their hands shot forward to keep the door from closing and laughed while speaking at the same time.
"You coming in?"
"Aren't you getting out?"
Santana just blushed and scurried out of the elevator and turned to watch Brittany go in, only to find that she wasn't making a move, "Weren't you waiting for it?"
"Nope, I was waiting for you actually."
"Oh?"
"Mhmm.." Brittany hummed, blue eyes dancing as she watched Santana's cheeks pink.
Santana tried to remember what Quinn told her earlier and that speech she came up with for asking Brittany out, but her mind went blank, just like it always did, when she looked at Brittany, "I-I uhm..I was wondering if maybe you'd uhm.."
"If I wanted to help you finish that bottle of wine back at your place?" Brittany smirked as she took a step closer to the brunette, eyes flickering to full lips then beautiful brown eyes, "I'd love to!"
Santana just smiled until her cheeks hurt, "Awesome."