Chapter 2: Let's get this party started.

Sam texted me that Brittany was about to arrive at Pot o' gold. I told him to let me his phone in case the other woman was late or something like that, but Sam knows me quite well and he realized my true intention it would have been texted Penny something disturbing or disgusting or both, probably both. Indeed, he was right.

So, we agreed that Sam was giving updates every five minutes until the blonde would appear. Yeah, because Brittany S. Pierce is a blonde, a really good looking blonde with blue eyes. Sam showed me the profile picture so I could recognize her. Obviously he is so not over Penny; anyone in their right mind would want to meet someone like Brittany in some kind of blind date.

Chat: Sam

Sam: She's almost there. Thanks Santana.

Sam: I owe you one.

Me: You bet your ass.

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The blonde entered in the pub looking around for Sam, poor soul. I got up and waved my hand. At the beginning she was confused even looked behind her in case I was waving to someone else. She had the word clueless all over her face, but still walked towards me. She is adventurous, good.

"Hi!"

"Hello" She answered while shaking our hands.

I sat but she was still standing. I made a gesture for her to join me. I had to admit that this was a bit awkward. She was probably thinking I was some kind of psycho and it didn't help the fact I was laughing a little bit. I was trying to hide it, but I was miserable failing at it.

"I think…." She started to say.

I decided to play along. I hope she has a good sense of humor in the end.

"I think we need to start over. I thought after the chatting and the profile pictures this situation wasn't going to be this awkward." I got up from my seat. "Hi, I'm San."

When she heard 'San' the first time her eyes went wide open and she quickly pulled out her phone. Then, she looked her phone and me a couple of times, like she was checking something. Probably looking Sam's profile picture, the situation is funny. I'm not going to deny it.

"San?" She asked and I nodded. "San?"

"Yes. San as in Santana. Santana Lopez. I know is not that a usual name but works for me."

"Is not what… I didn't…" She laughed shaking her head. "I mean the only thing Rachel told me about you was a name, Sam. And that we are perfect for each other. I thought you were the blond guy on the photo."

So Berry sold Sam to Brittany the same way she did it with Brittany to Sam.

"Well, if you like my friend better. I can always give you his number…" I said nonchalantly.

But if she chooses Sam again, he's going to deal with it and leave me alone.

"Is not what…" She repeated again. "This is so embarrassing." She chuckled. "One moment, what Rachel said about me?"

"The same, your name and that we were perfect for each other. She didn't say anything else because she didn't want to interfere in our 'fairy tale'". I laughed thinking about how Berry would freak out if she knew with whom Brittany is having a 'date'. I wish I could explain it to her.

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Brittany and I have been talking for about and hour and she's kind of funny and sometimes sassy. I learned a few things about her. She likes cats, Britney Spears and astrology. She works as a dance teacher and occasionally as a dancer.

While we were still talking about nothing in particular Rory one of the waiters show up out of the blue with two glasses of white wine.

"Free drinks! Taking advantage that my boss isn't coming today." Rory said. "So, happy Birthday Santana!"

"Thank you Pixie Boy!" I took the glasses from the tray and he left.

"Wait, is your birthday?"

"Yes."

"How old are you now?" She asked.

"You know you can't ask me that, don't you?"

"What? I wanted to make sure my guess was right. For having 40 you look well."

"I'm 27, you idiot!" I feigned being offended by her teasing.

"Why weren't you celebrating with your friends? What happened?"

"Adulthood, all my friends have to work tomorrow and even myself. I have a work meeting early in the morning."

Brittany did one last sip from her glass of wine and started to pack her things.

"What are you doing?"

"We're going out. You must celebrate your birthday!" She smiled.

"What! Don't you have to work tomorrow, too?"

"Yeah, but I'm a big girl. I think I can handle a hangover or even a sleepless night. It wouldn't be the first time." The blonde explained.

"I just told you I have a meeting early in the morning, which is very important by the way…"

"Oh, sorry, my bad." She cut me. "I thought you were 27 not 72. Maybe a walk in the park during the morning will be a proper activity for you."

She's going to regret that joke. Now is my turn to sip one last time my glass of wine. I grab my purse and my jacket and we walked towards the exit of the pub.

"I hope you have nice co-workers because they are going to cover your classes tomorrow." I said as I held the door for her. "Let's get this party started!"