Could you maybe do a follow up like the one or both of the girls watch the basketball game on TV just to watch their kiss on screen and maybe a little run in with each other or something, any way as long as they see each other again
When Brittany finds herself being handed yet another set of tickets to yet another sports event that she yet again knows nothing about she can't help but roll her eyes. This time they weren't won on accident, but more so a mandatory occasion forced onto her and the rest of her coworkers by her boss who was way too happy about his baseball team doing well this season and decided to splurge. As if the basketball game was already hard enough to follow, now there's another sport that Brittany's going to find herself struggling to understand.
Then again, this time probably won't be as bad because she knows exactly who she wants to bring for her date. After the basketball game and the kisscam incident, her and Santana totally hit it off and they've been casually seeing each other ever since; although, ever since really just means a little more than a few weeks but that still counts.
It's just before sundown that Santana and Brittany arrive to the stadium. As soon as Brittany sees the brunette weaving through the crowd towards her dressed in a red and white baseball tee and tattered jeans, she can't help but grin at her effortless beauty.
"Hey, I think you're missing your baseball cap." Brittany jokes, skipping over to meet Santana half. The brunette laughs, tossing wavy locks over her shoulder and Brittany swears everything goes slow motion for a second.
"I didn't," Santana winks, revealing a hat she had kept hidden behind her back. She beckons Brittany closer with the crook of her finger and leans on her toes to put the cap on. Brittany's fingers brush along the bill of the hat, grinning, while Santana smiles up at her work, "You always have to show some team spirit."
"Thanks," Brittany continues to grin before fishing out their tickets from her back pocket, "And thanks for coming too, especially on such short notice."
"Thanks for giving me the excuse to see you again," Santana replies coolly as they walk towards the gates. Brittany blushes furiously but Santana's too busy to notice with trying to find the shortest line to stand in, "God, I haven't been to a baseball game in so long!"
"I've never been to one before." Brittany shrugs but Santana whips her head so fast that Brittany thinks she might've said something wrong.
"Really?"
"Yeah.."
"Wow, well now I'm honored that you've invited me," Santana smiles, easing all of Brittany's nerves, then reaches for her hand, "I'll be sure that you get the full experience."
Once through the gates, they wander around to find the rest of Brittany's coworkers since their boss was nice enough to reserve a section for them. With the few inches on Santana, Brittany's able to spot them well before her date who's still trying to read letters spray painted on the concrete. One of her coworkers is already waving her down as Brittany keeps a hold on Santana's hand while they walk down the steps.
"Brittany, hi!" Sugar screeches way too excitedly as she nearly climbs over the stadiums seats to greet the blonde, "I'm so glad to see you!"
"I just saw you at work like an hour ago.." Brittany chuckles and she can hear Santana laughing quietly behind her too.
"I wasn't talking to you," Sugar jokes, playfully pushing her aside to introduce herself to Santana, "You must be Santana. I'm Sugar, I've heard so much about you!"
"Oh really now?" Santana smirks, glancing up at Brittany whose cheeks are prickling with heat, before looking back at Sugar, "Nice to meet you."
Thankful for Brittany, another one of their coworkers call Sugar over so she politely excuses herself before she can embarrass the blonde any further. Santana doesn't seem to let it go as they walk down a few more rows and settle in their seats.
Brittany's tapping nervously at her thighs, eyes scanning the brightly lit field and willing herself not to look at Santana just yet because if she does she'll be a blushing mess, but Santana's already leaning over on the armrest, breath tickling Brittany's cheek.
"So you've been talking about me, huh?" Santana teases and Brittany makes a mental note to never talk about a crush around her ever again.
"Not really," Brittany attempts to play off though her voice cracks as she shrugged, "Okay, well maybe just a little bit. But nothing bad, I promise! I just- Sugar wanted to know how things went with Sam but then she saw the kiss cam thing on youtube and she keeps bugging me about you and-"
"Britt, breathe." Santana laughs, reaching for Brittany's knee, "I don't mind. I actually kind of like it."
"Yeah?" Brittany smiles bashfully.
"Yeah, I talk about you to my coworkers too." Santana admits behind a coy smile, "Everyone at the firm is just dying to meet you!"
Moments later, a voice announces over the loud speakers that everyone should rise for the National Anthem. Everyone stands, Brittany slipping off her cap out of respect, and watch as a local school glee club sings. Brittany smiles at their synchronicity but then finds herself smiling even more at the sound of Santana quietly singing along too. Although the stadium is still relatively noisy, Brittany can't help but zone in on the prettiest singing voice she's ever heard. Her daze is broken when the song ends and everyone erupts in applause.
"We should probably get our drinks and food before the game really gets going," Santana says awhile after they've taken their seats again and moves to get up, "I don't want you missing out on Neptune Park's fine cuisine."
"Wait San, come back here." Brittany calls before she can get too far. Santana spins on her toes and finds her seat again, "My boss is paying for everything, beer included, so you don't have to go."
"You have a very nice boss." Santana compliments then settles in to watch the game.
Every now and then, Brittany whispers a question to Santana and each time she's answered without any hint of annoyance. It's completely different from the last time Brittany was out because Santana actually speaks to her, not just about the game or about free drinks and food, but how cute Brittany looks wearing her baseball hat and how glad she is that Brittany invited her. They sing along to Sweet Caroline, raising their plastic cups of beer and swaying from side to side like complete dopes as they belt out the lyrics but they don't care because they're having fun and it seems like everyone else is doing the exact same thin.
It's when the focus is back on the game that she starts to get a little bored again.
"So when's half time?" Brittany asks awhile later, extending out her legs and slyly slipping her arm around Santana's shoulders.
Santana just giggles and leans against Brittany's side as best as she can with arm rest in the way, "Why? Are you waiting for the kisscam?" Brittany blushes at the joke but Santana just thinks it's cute, "Baseball doesn't have half times. Football and basketball do because they're cut into quarters so there's a place for one but baseball's weird because it's divided into innings instead and there's nine of them so that's even more weird but there's the 7th inning stretch which has a little longer break between so that's when most people get up but there's no real half time."
"It's so hot when you talk all sports on me like that. Tell me more." Brittany sighs dreamily causing Santana to laugh, "Where'd you learn all this stuff anyway?"
"I grew up with three brothers; sports is all they talk about," Santana chuckled again before standing up and reaching for Brittany's hand, "Come on, let's go stretch those legs."
They stop by the gift shop as they wander around while people sing Take Me out to the Ballgame and Brittany's so fascinated by all the cool little trinkets and foam fingers that she doesn't notice the loving glint in Santana's eyes as she watches her. They spend so much time in the little shop that one of the workers begins to follow them around like they're a couple of potential shoplifters.
"Back off, tubby, we're just looking." Santana snaps on the guy that Brittany just now realizes is there, "This is her first game; she's never been to a stadium gift shop before."
Brittany quickly realizes that the guy thinks that she was going to steal but she's more concerned with the Santana's sudden feisty attitude, "It's okay, San, I'm done looking anyway."
"You sure, Britt?" Santana asks, her voice falling back into a softer tone before cutting her eyes to the employee, "Because we can look around all we want. This is a free country and I'll be damned if-"
"Come on," Brittany laughs and tugs Santana out of the shop by her wrist. Once they're a safe distance away, Brittany pulls them off to the side and kisses Santana so deeply that it catches the girl off guard.
"Woah, okay." Santana blinks as Brittany pulls away, her lips tingling similarly to their first kiss and second and third and-
"Just okay?" Brittany smirks, "I can do better than an okay."
Santana bites her lip at Brittany's sexily playful demeanor then reaches for the girl's hips and tugs her back, "Yeah? Let me see."
Brittany complies eagerly before they notice they're gathering a crowd and quickly scurry off to their seats like a couple of teenagers. They cool down a little once they're back in their seats and get served another round of cold beers and peanuts, but Santana's attention is soon swiped up by the echo of the commentator of the game.
She watches as Santana peers downfield excitedly, "What's happening?"
"Holy hell, this might be a Grand Slam." Santana mumbled, confusing Brittany, before turning to further explain, "The bases are loaded, there's a player on each of the bases right now, if this guy coming up right now hits the ball really far giving all the players enough time to run the bases for their home runs it makes it a Grand Slam. One guy hits the ball, four people make home base."
Brittany's eyes flicker between Santana's and her lips, just taking in how wonderful it is to have someone so patient with explaining the game to her and so adorable while doing it.
"What?" Santana questions at Brittany's silence, "Do you get it or was I too fast?"
"Nope, I got it!" Brittany grins, lifting her arm to once again drape around Santana's shoulders, before kissing her cheek, "Thanks."
"No problem." Santana smiles cutely before gesturing to the field, "Watch this, Britt, I don't want you to miss it."
She does though; she's so busy watching the way Santana holds her breath that she misses the batter's swing and the ball soaring out of the park. It's not until the whole stadium seems to erupt yet again in cheers that she's snapped out of it. Santana's on her feet, pumping her fist in the air and yelling out a fuck yeah, and Brittany soon joins her. She's clapping her hands and yelling and Santana's wrapping her arms around Brittany's waist and squeezing her.
"That was so awesome, Britt, did you see it? Did you?" Santana asks excitedly, arms still around Brittany's waist.
"Yeah, I saw it." Brittany lies, but in her defense she was watching something way better.
They settle in their seats again, Santana slightly out of breath and voice a little raspy from the cheering, "I've never seen one in person before."
"You haven't? Miss Sports Buff?" Brittany's shocked but Santana shakes her head, "Well then I'm honored to witness it with you!"
Santana ducks her head bashfully and leans over the arm rest to kiss Brittany's lips softly, "Me too."