A/N: Hey guys!
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Someone suggested that instead of going down to Florida, Santana and Quinn should go to Indiana instead. Don't worry; I have big plans for how Santana and Brittany will meet already. But, I guarantee you will like the Florida chapter.
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Chapter Seven: Meet-Up
"What are you doing?" Santana asked, staring at Brittany's face on her laptop screen.
Brittany looked up from her work, and smiled proudly. "I am drawing my future apartment."
"Oh?" Santana quirked an eyebrow. "Do tell."
Brittany held up her sketch to the camera, pointing at all the various things as she listed them off. "I want black leather couches there in the corner, cream carpet there, but tiled bathrooms and wooded hallways…" As Brittany rambled, Santana rested her head on her hand and just stared dreamily at Brittany. Her enthusiasm was simply adorable.
It was the day after Santana scared Kitty off at her house, and Santana, of course, spent the day at home. She woke up to a text coming through from Kurt.
Porcelain: Have fun in bed today, bitch! I'll be over tomorrow night with takeout. 'Weekly Bitching Night?' xx
Santana had laughed and replied.
Absolutely. Be over at 7 x
When she got a video chat request from Brittany at noon, she was confused as to why Brittany wasn't in school, but she was at home sick, and Santana wasn't complaining. She was glad she had someone to keep her company, but it wasn't just anyone. It was Brittany.
At this point, they had been talking for over three hours, gossiping, telling jokes and laughing. Santana decided it would be best not to tell Brittany that she took care of Kitty the night before.
At least, not yet.
Brittany suddenly stopped talking and pouted. "Am I boring you?"
Santana snapped out of her thoughts and shook her head vigorously. "No, no, not at all, Brit. I actually would love to be an interior designer one day, so this type of stuff interests me."
"Really?" Brittany grinned.
Santana nodded. "Yeah, I decorated my house when we moved in."
"When did you move in?"
Santana took a sip of her coffee. "When I was fourteen. We were still living in Lima, but my dad got a raise, so we could afford to live in nicer conditions."
Brittany smiled. "So, you could design my apartment for me?"
"Of course," Santana laughed.
"And you could live in it with me, after."
Santana's eyes widened and stared at Brittany, watching the girl turn red and try to correct herself.
"I-I mean," Brittany stuttered, but Santana put her hand up to stop her.
"That sounds great, Brit," Santana said, smiling softly, letting her know she didn't take it seriously.
The two girls chatted for the rest of the day, only Santana going downstairs to bring her dinner upstairs interrupted it.
Santana heard a notification sound blast through her speakers when she was eating a mouthful of chicken.
"Oh," Santana said, looking at Brittany. "New message in Geography Club."
"I'll log in then," Brittany told her.
Santana read the message in the group chat, rolling her eyes when she saw it was from Kurt.
Kurt Hummel: Video chat now? All of us. I have something interesting to propose!
Santana Lopez: Just as a warning guys, when Kurt says he has something of interest to say, it usually involves Broadway musicals, Vogue issues from '96 and boa feathers.
Kurt Hummel: Ignore Santana. You wanna video chat or not?
Brittany Pierce: I'm video chatting with Santana right now, we could send you guys the request to join our chat :)
Kurt Hummel: Oh, really? ;)
Santana rolled her eyes once again.
The rest of the group started to join them, Kurt getting more and more excited.
"Kurt, just tell us what you're so excited about," Santana said, getting impatient.
Kurt shook his head. "I can't until everyone is here."
After about half an hour, everyone was present, and Kurt could barely keep it in any longer.
"All right," he started, grinning from ear to ear. "I was thinking, with summer vacation a day away, that next week, we could all have a meet up."
Santana was speechless. She knew it was only a matter of time before this happened, but it didn't stop her being shocked when it actually did come up.
Brittany seemed intrigued. "Where?"
"I was thinking Indianapolis," Kurt said, bouncing up and down in his chair. "Since we all live in either Indiana, Ohio or Illinois. It's sorta perfect."
"What day?" Unique asked.
"Next Monday?"
"I'm free Monday," Blaine nodded. "Plus, I live in Indy. There's a place called Castleton Square Mall not far from where I live, we'll meet there. I can send you guys directions."
"Sounds good," Marley nodded.
Sebastian also agreed to going, along with Dave, and Brittany.
"Santana?" Kurt asked, giving her a look that said if you chicken out I swear to god I'll kill you in your sleep because you're my ride there.
Santana exhaled, smiling and nodding slowly. "Sure. But Monday's my birthday."
Kurt went pale. "Oh, shit, yeah. Sorry."
Santana smiled. "It's cool, I'm sure my parents won't care."
"I'll just have to ask my folks," Blaine said, and everyone agreed.
Everyone logged out to go and ask their parents, so it was only Santana and Kurt left.
Kurt smirked, not saying a word, causing Santana to groan and glare at him.
"Ugh," she grunted. "What?"
"You're gonna get your girl."
"Shut up. She's not my girl."
"She may as well be," Kurt shrugged. "You can drive us there, yeah?"
"I guess. I'll have to run this by my parents, but things should be good to go."
"Fab!" Kurt squealed. "Tomorrow night, your place, we'll get Chinese and instead of our usual bitching, we'll discuss the plan."
"Sounds good." Santana found herself getting excited then.
"Road trip," Kurt sang, logging out without saying goodbye.
The next evening, Kurt arrived at Santana's house with a gigantic bag of take out, and also a notebook and pen to write down their plan for the road trip.
Santana spent the first twenty minutes of their evening telling Kurt about her trip to Kitty's house. He was extremely sceptical about it, and raved about how Santana could get into severe trouble for threatening her, but softened when Santana explained that Kitty used to bully Brittany.
Kurt forked noodles into his mouth. "I'm guessing you don't want me to tell Brittany about this."
"Well," Santana said. "Since you've been so into telling people my secrets lately, I wouldn't expect you to keep this one, but if you could, it would be much appreciated."
"I'll do my very best," Kurt chuckled.
The two teens sat on the carpet in Santana's living room, a movie on mute in the background and their almost empty plates beside them.
"Okay," Santana mumbled, a mouthful of rice preventing clear speech. "Go over the plan for me."
Kurt smiled, flipping the notepad open. "All right. It will take about three hours to get to Indianapolis from here. You pick me up at 10am. We drive on the freeway until we get to a McDonalds about an hour into the journey. Then, we take a twenty minute break to get food and eat. We continue our journey, taking a break in another hour, exactly the same length. Then we continue until we get there. I have no clue how long it's gonna take to get to this mall Blaine wants us all to meet up in, but we should be arriving in Indianapolis close to 2 o'clock."
Santana sat there, staring at him. "What the hell is wrong with you? What's the need for all that planning?"
"When it goes swimmingly due to all this planning, you'll thank me."
"Doubt it."
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Just, don't put up a fight for once Santana."
"I could refuse to drive us there," Santana snapped.
"No, you won't."
"What makes you so confident in that?"
Kurt smirked. "Because you want to see Brittany."
Santana paused, not even bothering to deny it. "Fine, I'll refuse to drive you there."
"Oh, come on, Santana," Kurt laughed, picking up a dumpling with his fork. "It'll be fun."
Santana nodded. "I'm sure it will. I'm just…"
"Nervous."
Santana smiled weakly. "Yeah."
Kurt smiled. "I'm sure Brit is just as bad as you are, Santana."
Santana shrugged, shoving a spring roll into her mouth. "I don't know about that one. She's always so… outgoing. I mean, I know she's extraverted and I haven't even met her."
"Yet," Kurt corrected.
Just at that moment, Santana's phone rang, and she saw that Brittany was calling her on FaceTime. "It's Brittany," she told him.
"Well, go on then," Kurt urged her.
Santana pointed a finger at him. "No funny business this time," she warned.
Kurt nodded. "I promise."
Santana accepted the call, and immediately Brittany appeared on her screen.
"Hi, Santana," she smiled.
Kurt jumped up from behind Santana and leaned down on her shoulders. "Hi Brittany!" he yelled, waving.
"I thought I told you no funny business," Santana growled. She then looked at her phone. "Hi, Brit."
"Excited for Monday?"
Santana felt her stomach churn at the words. "Of course."
"Only three days," Brittany giggled, shifting in her seat.
Kurt settled into a sitting position beside Santana. "We'll be arriving in Indy at about 2pm, so we have a couple of hours to drive around and explore before we're all meeting."
Brittany grinned. "I can't wait to meet you guys."
"We're the same." He nudged Santana. "It's this one's birthday on Monday, so we might go out to a club that night."
"A gay club?"
Santana shook her head. "I'd rather spend my birthday in a nursing home being bored to death with stories of various wars than spend it in a gay club."
Brittany tilted her head to the side. "You're out anyway. Why does it matter?"
Kurt leaned towards the screen. "I wouldn't press it, Brit. It's only going to end up in her inner Snix being released."
"Her inner what?"
Santana frowned at Kurt before smiling at Brittany. "It's not important."
"Please can we go to a gay bar?" Brittany pouted. "It would be so appropriate for the situation."
Santana was torn. "I'll think about it."
Kurt watched in awe, before making a cracking whip noise with his mouth and doing the motion with his hand.
Santana's eyes widened. "Shut up," she mouthed frantically.
It seemed that Brittany didn't hear them. "Well, we'll all have fun wherever we go."
"Better go shopping for her birthday present, Brit," Kurt smiled.
Brittany looked down, blushing deeply. "I, uh, actually already got one."
Kurt awed, looking at Santana, who was also smiling widely. "Really? When?"
"Well, I remember Santana telling me what her birthday was once, so I bought her something. I was planning on mailing it to her but now I don't need to."
Kurt looked ready to die with the cuteness, fanning himself with his hand, pretending to tear up.
Santana, although extremely elated and flattered, didn't like that they were talking about her as if she wasn't there, so she repositioned the camera so Brittany could see her. "You really didn't have to do that, Brit."
Brittany smiled, her cheeks still a light pink colour. "Yeah, I know, but I wanted to. I'd feel bad not getting you anything."
"Remind me of your birthday again."
"April 5th."
Santana gave her the thumbs up. "Expect a large package in ten months."
Brittany laughed. "Will do."
"You two are too cute," Kurt said, shaking his head. "It's actually sickening."
Santana's face went on fire, as did Brittany's.
"Yeah, and the thought of you and Eyebrows going at it is pretty horrifying, too."
"Oooh," Brittany smirked. "Kurt and Blaine?"
"It's real," Santana nodded.
Kurt shook his head vigorously. "No." He hung his head. "At least, not yet."
Santana gasped. "Have you been holding out on me?"
Kurt gave her a shy, half smile. "A little bit."
"Well come on," Brittany smiled. "Give us details."
"Um," Kurt started, scratching the back of his neck. He then mumbled something incoherent.
"Speak up, Porcelain," Santana teased.
"He invited me to spend the night in his place," Kurt said shyly, only a little louder.
"What?!" Santana and Brittany looked at each other, their jaws dropping.
Santana poked her best friend in the chest. "My little Kurt is getting some action. It's about time, right?"
Kurt's face was literally the colour of a tomato, as he stood up and bolted out of the room. "Shut up."
"No, no," Santana giggled, shouting so Kurt could hear her. "This is a little pay back. Actually, I now realise why you enjoy this so much. I give you full permission to continue to tease me."
"About what?"
Santana looked at a confused looking Brittany and scowled. Trust her to say something stupid.
"It doesn't matter, Brit," Santana said, shaking her head.
Brittany paused, before grinning. "Three days!"
Santana beamed back. "Can't wait."
She had never said anything she meant so much in her whole life.