After years of looking for her soulmate, Brittany finally finds Santana.
Brittany wasn't usually a bitter person when it came to finding true love. She was hopeful that her dream person, she's very open minded, would come around eventually because that's just how the world works. She'd find someone perfect, or they'd find her, and they'd live happily ever after.
But it seemed like all the people Brittany went on dates with her busts. They talked way too much. They were self-centered. They smelled. They tried to rob her. They were plain rude.
She even had an account for every dating site known to man, but love just wasn't finding her. She began to lose hope and wondered if there might be something wrong with her rather than everyone else. Maybe her expectations were too high? Maybe that perfect someone didn't exist?
Or maybe she was meant to be alone forever!
Brittany cringed at the thought.
She kept picturing her life all alone with her million cats in a tiny house, staring out the window watching rain, drinking cold tea because there was no one to ask her if she wanted something warm to drink instead.
"You must not care if you catch a cold.."
Brittany blinked away from her thoughts and looked to the direction of where the voice came. She was surprised to see a shorter Latina woman standing next to her. Dark brown eyes squinted up at Brittany as she tugged the hood of her jacket further over her head, raindrops rolling off the sides of it in streams, while she smiled up at the blonde playfully.
The first thing Brittany noticed were her cute dimples and the slight scrunch of her nose from squinting and looking up at the same time. Seeing that smile made Brittany want to smile for some reason, but she remained motionless.
Brittany was so dumbfounded by the girl's beauty, that all she could say was a blank, "Huh?"
When the girl let out a raspy chuckle, her eyes closing and her smile growing wider while her shoulders bounced softly, Brittany saw it all in slow motion. She watched the girl's smile soften as she looked up at Brittany again, her lips moved but the blonde couldn't hear a thing; partially because it was raining that hard but also because Brittany was still kind of in shock that someone as gorgeous as the Latina was speaking to her.
It wasn't until the girl pulled out an umbrella, popping it out in from of them, before lifting it to cover both of their bodies that Brittany finally snapped out of it.
Brittany looked up at the umbrella then down at the Latina, who either grew an inch or was standing on her tip toes, before smiling at the kind gesture, "Thanks. I must've zoned out, I did't realize it started raining."
"Yeah, I can see that." The brunette smiled, "I hope you're on your way home because you're completely drenched."
"I am actually," Brittany said to her, "Whenever the bus finally decides to show up.."
"Well, it looks like your luck is changing." She said, pointing down the street. Brittany was relieved to see the bus's headlights brighten the way because that meant she and the girl could talk more and not worry about yelling over the rain.
As the bus came to a stop in front of them, Brittany noticed that the girl wasn't following her up the steps. Confused, Brittany looked to the Latina, "Aren't you getting on?"
"Oh, no. I have my own car." She answered then tilted head to the cafe across the street, "Besides, I'm just about to head into work. I was only on my lunch break."
"You..you weren't waiting for the bus?" Brittany asked, the driver already getting frustrated with her holding him up. She watched the brunette smile, dimples on full display, and shake her head. "Ohh.."
"Are you getting on, blondie?" The driver grumbled. Brittany was quick to send him an apologetic smile, turning her head just in time to miss the glare the Latina shot him.
"Here." The brunette said, passing her the umbrella she had used to cover them, "For when you get to your stop."
"No, you keep-"
"Come on, I don't have all day lady." The driver said again.
"Sorry." Brittany peeped before taking the umbrella bashfully, "Thanks."
The brunette merely winked before the driver closed the doors and directed Brittany to have a seat.
And just like that, Brittany's hope in finding true love was back and stronger than ever.
She did as she was told, cradling the umbrella like it was the most special thing she ever received. She replayed what just happened with the brunette over and over in her head, attempting to memorize her smile and those dimples and that wink until she realized something: she didn't get her name.
At the next bus stop, which happened to be just two blocks down the street, Brittany took off running. She held on tightly to the umbrella, but left it closed as it would slow her down on the way to the cafe.
Her dark, gloomy world brightened instantly upon entering the cozy shop. The Latina was already wearing her apron and standing behind the counter when Brittany stepped into the room, a puddle of rain already at her feet.
"Hi." Brittany smiled shyly, raindrops dripping off her, "Again."
"Hey." The girl chuckled as her eyes took in the sight of Brittany completely soaked.
She was starting to feel herself get lost in dark brown eyes so she quickly stepped closer to the counter, "I-uhm-I forgot to thank you for waiting with me outside..and for holding the umbrella."
"Pretty sure you said thanks already." The brunette smirked causing Brittany's cheeks to flush.
"Oh, I did?" Brittany pondered, "Well, I forgot to get your name."
"It's Santana." She replied, batting her long lashes, "And yours?"
"Brittany."
"Well, Brittany.." Santana hummed cutely, drumming her fingers on the counter top, "Could I get you something warm to drink?"