"I think I've got your coffee by accident"
Santana arrives at her local Starbucks every morning at 7:15 like clockwork. Ever heard of the people that can't function without starting the day with a cup of coffee? That's Santana. There are a couple other regulars that join her every morning, all zombies too. It's oddly comforting for Santana to know that she isn't the only one who has to drag themselves out of bed for work. At this point, the barista knows her order by heart and especially knows to hold back on the small talk. It's strictly business when Santana comes in for a coffee unless you fear for your life and nearly everyone knows.
Except one excruciatingly bubbly blonde.
It was a crisp Monday morning for Santana as she made her way to the front door, the warm glow of Starbucks and the aroma of freshly ground coffee coaxing her in. Despite the chill in the air outside, Santana began her slow, yet steady, ritual of preparing for the day. She was so entranced by the thought of finally getting her cup of coffee, she didn't realize someone was also reaching for the door.
"Let me get that for you." The woman said, breaking Starbucks' trance on Santana.
She looked up and was instantly disgusted as the woman smiled to her. Santana never trusted a morning person, it's just not natural, and this woman reeked of it. Even worse, she actually looked awake; nothing compared to the other mindless zombies that were already in line. Her make up was already done, there was no hint of sleepiness in her clear, blue eyes, and even her hair was combed!
Santana recognized most of the usual crowd but she didn't remember seeing this particular woman before. Even more so, she couldn't believe the audacity of this woman who felt the need to flaunt how effortlessly beautiful she could be this early in the morning, Santana struggled with just putting on pants!
"Well, go on." The woman gestured with a chuckle.
Who knows how long she had been holding the door wide open, but when Santana realized it, she quickly shuffled through, giving a nod in thanks.
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When the woman appeared for the third day in a row, Santana was befuddled. It was like she got even more beautiful as the days went on! She noted that she tried her luck with striking up conversations with someone which Santana knew was a mistake because it is an unspoken rule that no one talks until coffee. To Santana's dismay, however, anyone that the blonde spoke to spoke back! Even more weird, those people weren't telling her off for her enthusiasm but engaging in casual conversation!
Santana even found herself beginning to smile at overhearing the carefree, happiness of the woman. It was like she was melting away everyone's iciness with her sheer joy. It was madness, pure madness. Slowly, the monotonous lull of misery and grumpiness vanished and it was all because of this woman.
By the fifth day, Santana had enough.
When the woman came in, a whirl of smiles and laughter, greeting everyone with her usual good morning, Santana made it her mission to confront her.
The room quieted, everyone subtly turning their backs, watching as Santana approached the blonde.
"Good morning!" The woman greeted cheerfully upon seeing Santana walk up, "I was wondering when you were going to warm up to me."
As always, Santana was strictly business despite nearly collapsing at how gorgeous the blonde managed to be.
"What's your problem?" Santana accused with a hand on her hip, a glare in her eyes that would make all of Lima Heights quiver.
Surprisingly, the woman wasn't fazed.
"Hm.." The blonde pondered, pulling the fluffy beanie from her head and stuffing it in her coat pocket, "Well, other than not knowing your name? Don't really have one."
Santana found herself blushing at the woman's flirty tone but stood her ground.
"Obviously you do." Santana huffed, "No one is that chipper in the morning, it's unheard of and frankly no one likes it."
The blonde quirked her brow matched with a grin as her eyes scanned the room, noting the people who watched their interaction in anticipation. She looked down at the fiery brunette and smiled brightly, "I beg to differ."
"Are you kidding?" Santana argued, "Look at all their annoyed faces!"
Brittany looked around, squinting, "I don't see it. Where are you looking?"
"There!" Santana pointed. The person's eyes widened and his hands shot up in the air.
"He doesn't really look annoyed," Brittany shrugged, "I'd say shitting himself with fear." Brittany looked back to Santana and smiled, "You did that."
Santana tried to be offended but she was quite proud of her ability to instill fear.
"Looks like you're the only one.." Brittany pointed out, "Maybe you wouldn't be so grumpy in the morning if you had someone super hot and charming taking you out the night before?"
Santana's eyes widened, was she flirting? At a time like this? Who does that? Santana grew even more aggravated as the woman accused her of such a thing with ease.. She too looked around the room but everyone quickly averted their eyes and turned away again too afraid of making eye contact. Just as she was about to unleash the wrath of Snixx, the barista called out a name.
"Brittany?"
The blonde looked to the barista and waved, "Thanks, Sugar!" Then looked back to Santana, "That's me, but it was nice talking to you. I'll see you around." With that, the blonde touched Santana's arm as walked pass her.
The spot where Brittany had placed her hand radiated with heat and for some reason, made Santana's stomach do a flip. She watched the blonde walk to the counter, all long legs, hips swaying, a certain air about her. It was almost like Santana was, dare she say it, attracted to the woman.
She shook her head out of the clouds and tried her hardest to look away as the blonde walked pass again with drink in hand.
Santana's name was called shortly after and the barista, apparently named Sugar, slowly put her order on the counter as if Santana were a hungry bear ready to attack at any moment.
Still thinking of what the blonde said, Santana took her cup and walked back to her car, set on erasing the conversation from her memory. She took a sip of her coffee and instantly stopped. She didn't care if she was standing in the middle of the parking lot.
She rolled the flavor around her mouth and frowned. This didn't taste like her usual bitter, cup of death.
She took another sip just to be sure and was assaulted again by the taste.
A low growl escaped her and she turned back to the store with fury in her eyes. There was only one time in history where someone got Santana's order wrong and they were never to be heard of again. This time would be no different.
She marched to the door, set on finally unleashing the wrath of Snixx, and smacking down anyone who stopped her like the hand of God, when a familiar blonde stepped in her way.
"Easy tiger," Brittany chuckled, successfully cutting Santana off.
"Out of my way, blondie. I've got a bone to pick with that one there." Santana glared and pointed to the barista through the glass.
Sugar saw and quickly ducked down behind the counter.
"Or you can take this." Brittany offered, holding out her cup, "I think I've got your coffee by accident. This tastes like sadness and misery so it must be yours."
Santana softened somewhat and held up her own cup, "And this tastes like pure sugar syrup."
"Yep! That would be me." Brittany grinned and exchanged cups.
They sipped their drinks and Brittany watched as the light was slowly restored to Santana, in fact, she even smiled after the first sip.
"That's better." Santana sighed in pure bliss.
Brittany smiled at how content brunette looked and couldn't keep herself from asking the question she had been begging to since the first time she saw her.
"So, how about that date?"
Santana let herself finally smile back over the top of her coffee cup.
"Why? Do you know someone super hot and charming?"
Brittany smirked at the flirtatious tone, "I might."