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Monday…
"Good morning, Tina! How are you on this fantastically wonderful day?!" greets Brittany as she enters the clinic.
"Okayyy, I'm used to you being cheerful in the morning, but you are like, extra cheerful today. What's got you even happier than normal?"
"Just had a REALLY good day off yesterday, that's all," Brittany replies with a beaming smile on her face.
"Are you gunna tell me about it or just leave me hanging?"
"Okay, okay. So, do you remember Santana, the sexy Latina who's our newest patient parent…and also the co-owner of Pucktana's?" the blonde asks.
"Of course I do. We just saw her and Roxy on Saturday," Tina reminds her. "What about her?"
"I kinda spent the whole day with her yesterday…" Brittany trails off.
"WHAT?! I'm sorry, I need a little more info to go on than that. How'd you meet up? What did you do? Wait, do I really wanna know what you two did? I saw you both eye-fucking each other hardcore Saturday afternoon."
"No, no, no! Nothing happened. Well, nothing like that. We pretty much just hung out all day," the blonde said.
Brittany recapped her day spent with Santana, telling Tina about Santana's injury, taking care of her, and her theory that Santana is very guarded and has a hard time letting people do nice things for her.
"Seriously Tina," the blonde continues, "this woman is adorable and stubborn and…and I just…ugh, I don't know. I really want to get to know her better. There's something special about her. I felt it when I hugged her goodbye. It was just a simple hug, but I know she felt something too. There was just this, energy, around us as we parted. I don't know."
"Jeeze, Britt, you've really got it bad for this chick, huh? I don't know if I've ever seen you THIS smitten after just meeting someone. I think this is great! When are you going to see her again?!"
"I'm not sure, but she did say she's going to cook me dinner once her ankle is healed up. So hopefully it won't be too long. I kinda forgot to get her number before I left though."
"Oh my god, Britt! She's going to cook you dinner?! That's so cute! Just get her number from Roxy's file!"
"First off, she never said dinner would be a date. It's just a nice thank you gesture for me taking care of her since she's knows I can't cook. And I can't get her number from Roxy's file! That would be totally unprofessional. If I had to call her regarding Roxy, it'd be fine, but to use it to call her for a date…or whatever it'll be…that would be unprofessional. I'm sure I'll run into her again. Or she can call here. She has this number to reach me at," the doctor reasons.
"What if she feels like it'd be weird for her to call you at your place of work?"
"Well, then maybe I'll ask for it if I see her running again or if we go to her bar again."
"Oh, we'll definitely be going to her bar again! No doubt about that!" confirms the Asian woman.
"Yeah, well, we'll see what the future brings. But anyway…what's on our agenda for today?" Brittany asks, going into work mode.
"I can't believe you fell in front of the hot blonde!" laughs Puck.
Santana had been telling Puck and Sugar why she's currently sitting at her desk with a wrapped up ankle propped up on the chair next to her before Puck decided to interrupt her.
"I didn't fall! Tripped? Yes. Fall? No. And it wasn't my fault Roxy decided to bolt in front of me! Besides, it led to a pretty good day off…minus the whole currently being gimpy thing," the Latina defended herself.
She continued her story about the previous day, only receiving a few interjections from her friends. She may or may not have left out how sweet and thoughtful she found the woman, how she offered to cook her dinner, and how she found herself starting to drop her guard around the blonde. Santana wasn't ready for her friends to freak out when she wasn't even sure if she could call the blonde a friend, let alone think if it could possibly lead to anything more.
"Wow, Lopez, I'm surprised you let her take care of you and Roxy. This chick must be something special," Puck said, his laughter completely gone.
"Are you gunna see her again?" Sugar asked.
"I don't know. I mean, we don't have anything official set up aside from Roxy's next appointment," the brunette informs her friends, looking down at her desk.
Both Puck and Sugar have a feeling that Santana was holding something back from them. Sugar looks over to Puck and gives him a subtle head nod toward the door, and he instantly understands she wants to try to have some girl talk with Santana.
Puck clears his throat, making Santana look up at him. "Alright, well, I'm gunna go restock the bar before it's time for us to open," he says before sliding out of the office.
Once the two women are left alone in the room, Sugar gives Santana a pointed look. "Okay, what do you mean you 'don't have anything official set up' with Dr. Pierce?" she pushes the Latina for more information.
"Well," Santana sighs, "I kind of offered to cook her dinner."
Sugar is about to say something, but Santana cuts her off, "But only as a thank you for taking care of me and Roxy yesterday. She really went out of her way for us so I feel like I should do something nice in return. And she told me yesterday that all she can really cook is pancakes, so I figured it'd be nice to make her a home-cooked meal, ya know?"
Sugar waits for Santana to stop rambling before she finally speaks up. "You do realize that even if it's just a nice gesture as a thank you, that's still a big deal, coming from you, right? I'm guessing she doesn't know that you wouldn't just do that for anyone."
"Yeah, well, she deserves it after spending her whole day taking care of me. She even made sure to take care of Roxy, too. She was super sweet, so it's the least I can do," Santana says quietly.
"It seems like she's already gotten under your skin a bit," Sugar states softly, knowing that this conversation is turning into a very important one.
Santana lets out another sigh. "She has. Ugh, I don't know. It's just…the way she so easily took care of me…and how she genuinely seemed happy once I let her do so. She was so gentle with me. And sincere. And then when she hugged me before she left my place, I can't deny that there was chemistry. I know she felt it too," admits the Latina.
"What's the problem then? Think about it San, she's beautiful, obviously smart given her career, sweet, gentle, caring, and thoughtful. Seems like the full package."
"That's just it. She seems too good to be true. What if I do try to take things further with Brittany and she turns out to be just like HER? I can't go through that again. I can easily see myself falling for Brittany, and that scares the shit out of me."
"It's okay to be scared, but you can't let it hold you back from moving on. I don't even really know anything about Dr. Pierce outside of her as a Veterinarian, but I can just tell that she is NOTHING like…her. I think she could be really good for you. I say you should get to know her and see where things go."
"Even if I did decide to try to be friends…or something more…I didn't even think to get her number last night before she left. So I just have to wait until I run into her again, or until Roxy's next appointment."
"Why don't you just call her office? You already have that number."
"I can't call her at work. That'd be like, weird or something. I feel like I'd be breaking some unwritten rules about professionalism," explained the Latina.
Sensing this conversation was coming to an end, Sugar finished with, "Well, hopefully her and her friends will stop in here again sometime soon then. Do you need anything before I head out front to help Puck?"
"No, thanks. I'm good."
"Okay. If you need anything, just text me," Sugar says with a smile before leaving the office.
Santana resumes filling out paperwork, running payroll, and purchasing more supplies. She finds her mind drifting to a certain beautiful blonde more times than she'd care to admit and realizes she agrees with Sugar's hopes of her returning to the bar with her friends sooner rather than later.
Sunday…
The rest of the week had gone by without the women seeing each other, and both women remaining too stubborn to use their resources in order to be able to call the other woman.
Santana's ankle had very much improved in the past week, but she hadn't been able to go running at all. Instead, she'd bring Roxy to the dog park located close to the trail she loved to run. Brittany had been right, as long as she allowed Roxy to get her energy out early on in the day, she had turned out to be an extremely well-behaved puppy. She was already housebroken and hadn't had any more destructive incidents around the house.
Once again, Roxy had decided to get Santana up super early on a Sunday morning, so she was still slightly grumbling as she opened up the gate to the dog park, noticing they were the first ones to arrive. Santana unhooks Roxy from her leash and takes a seat on one of the benches lining the fence. Roxy spots a squirrel in the corner and rushes off to try to catch it. The squirrel easily gets away before the pup gets anywhere near it, and after a minute or so of barking through the fence, Roxy finds a ball to distract herself with.
The Latina is playing a game on her phone when Roxy shoves the ball onto her lap.
"Okay girl, you ready?!" she asks the pup as she launches the ball across the dog park.
They continue playing their game of fetch, Santana wanting to wear out the pup before heading home.
Brittany woke up early Sunday morning and since she couldn't fall back asleep, she decided she might as well head out for her daily run. She walked to the nearby park, stretched her muscles out, and began her run. After about 45 minutes, she's nearing the dog park area of the park and hears a voice that she'd been missing for the past week.
"C'mon girl, bring it back!" the tan woman yells out to her dog, which was bounding toward her with a ball in her mouth.
Brittany enters the dog park and walks over to where Santana is still sitting. "Hey, stranger!" the blonde greets.
Santana looks up, surprised to see Brittany standing right next to her. "Hey, yourself. Just finishing your run?" she asks while watching Brittany stretch so she doesn't cramp up later on. 'Damn, this woman is flexible' crosses Santana's mind, and she is suddenly very grateful she has a filter between her brain and her mouth. Santana can't deny the attraction she feels toward the gorgeous blonde, but she can still prevent herself from acting on it. At least for now.
"Yup. Saw a really cute girl in here so I had to stop by. Her mommy isn't too bad either," the blonde winks, then turns to pet the pup who is now demanding her attention. Santana is happy for the distraction as she tries to rid herself of the blush currently tinting her cheeks.
Brittany sees that Santana is a little flustered by her flirty comment, so she changes the topic to something she knows is safe.
"How's your ankle?" she asks as she throws the ball for the energetic puppy.
"It's much better, thanks. Haven't been able to run on it yet though, hence the reason why the little one and I are kickin' it here again this morning."
"That's good. Have you brought her here every morning? I'm surprised I haven't seen you before now."
"Yeah, I have. But it's been varying times in the morning. Pretty much just whenever she decides to wake me up," says Santana with a little chuckle.
The two women continue throwing the ball for Roxy and catching up on how their past week was. They're currently sitting in a comfortable silence, until Brittany voices a question that's been on her mind from the moment she sat down next to the beautiful brunette.
"Do you, umm, think I could get your number? I meant to ask last week when I dropped you off at your apartment, but forgot. I've actually been hoping to run into you again so I could ask for it," Brittany shyly admits.
Santana takes Brittany's phone and enters in her number, then texts herself so she has the blonde's number as well. As she's handing it back to Brittany, she teases, "You know you could've just looked in Roxy's file and gotten it. I listed my cell as the best way to contact me."
"Ugh, Tina said the same thing! But I didn't know if you'd think it was unprofessional of me to look in Roxy's file for my own personal use," the doctor explained.
Santana is happy to learn that she had been an important enough topic for Brittany to talk to Tina about. "Okay, I'll give you that. I certainly wouldn't have minded you doing that, but I can understand where you're coming from. Guess it's a good thing we ran into each other today then, huh?"
"Yeah, seems like it's almost becoming a Sunday ritual for us," the blonde laughs. "I kinda like it," she says with a small smile.
"I do, too," the brunette says and smiles back.
Just then, Roxy comes over and plops herself down at the women's feet.
"I guess it's time to take this one home," Santana chuckles as she hooks the leash back on her pup.
Her and Brittany get up and head toward the gate.
"You're still limping," Brittany notices. "I thought you said it was better."
Santana couldn't help but internally smile at the concern she heard in the other woman's voice.
"Don't worry, I think I just overdid it a little this weekend. The bar was ridiculously busy, so I had to help out up front. It IS feeling much better than earlier this week. Even better than just last night."
Santana sees that Brittany looks a little lost in thought as they exit the fenced in area. Blue eyes look over in to brown and the blonde finally speaks her mind.
"How about I walk you home? I'll hold the leash, just in case Roxy tries to bolt again. Don't want your injury getting any worse, now do we?"
Santana blushes at the sweet gesture, but old habits die hard. "You can walk me home, but I'm perfectly capable of holding Roxy's leash," the Latina states matter-of-factly.
Brittany was already expecting such a response, so she counters with, "Please? I know you can take care of yourself, but it'll make ME feel better if you let me hold her leash."
Santana makes eye contact with the blonde again and sees nothing but sincerity in those baby blues, so she slowly hands over the leash. The bright smile that appears on Brittany's face makes it worth letting her guard down just a bit.
Santana gives a playful eye roll and smiles. "Fine. But only because you asked so nicely."
"Thank you," the blonde responds, her smile still stretched across her face.
They casually make their way to Santana's apartment, neither woman in a rush to part ways with the other. As they approach her door, Santana remembers her promise from last week.
"Sooo, I still owe you dinner. And since my ankle is pretty much healed up, I was wondering if you're free tomorrow night?"
"I wouldn't miss it for the world. I gotta see if your cooking skills were all talk or if you really have some game in the kitchen!" Brittany says, handing Roxy's leash over.
Santana releases a breath she didn't even realize she was holding and smiles at the blonde. "Great, just text me and we'll see what time works best for both of us."
"Okay. I'll see you tomorrow then," Brittany brushes her hand down Santana's arm, smiling back at the Latina, before bending down to say goodbye to Roxy.
Santana enters her apartment and Brittany heads off to her own house, both women excited and nervous for what the next day may bring.