A/N: Ah, this is it! They'll finally meet.

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Chapter Eight: Finally

"Kurt," Santana screamed out of her car window, holding her hand down on the horn relentlessly. "I'll happily continue waking up the whole neighbourhood until you get in the fucking car."

It was 10 exactly on Monday morning, and Santana was impatiently waiting, parked outside Kurt's house. The horn had been blasting loudly for the past five minutes, and Santana was mildly concerned for a moment about her car's battery power, but then Kurt emerged from his house, pulling two large suit cases behind him, stumbling down the steps and towards Santana's car.

Kurt was smiling widely as he opened the car door and threw his bags into the backseat, before jumping into the passenger side. "Road trip!" he screamed excitedly. "Also, happy birthday, sweetie." He leaned over and kissed her cheek.

Santana wiped her cheek dramatically. "Jesus Christ, your voice is even more piercing than the horn. It's still the morning." She glanced behind her. "And what on earth possessed you to bring the entire contents of your closet with you? You're only spending one night, London Tipton."

"I'm not just spending the night with anyone, Santana," Kurt said. "It's Blaine."

"Cute," Santana replied, but her face indicated she thought it was anything but.

Kurt grabbed his backpack from the back and pulled out a CD case. "I have some in-motion entertainment for us. The soundtracks of 'Wicked', 'The Rocky Horror Show', 'Funny Girl', 'Les Mis', 'Chicag-"

"Oh, Kurt," Santana breathed, putting a hand on her chest, pretending to be sad. "That would have been wonderful, but I already had a mix tape put aside for us to listen to. I called it 'The Sound of Silence'."

Kurt fake laughed, rolling his eyes. "Very funny."

"I try."

"Let's get going," Kurt ordered, drumming his hands on the dashboard. "We're behind schedule."

Santana pulled out onto the road. "And that's my fault? I think if I hadn't wasted my car horn on you, you would have happily taken an hour long bath, and made brunch for yourself before you decided to join me."

Kurt smirked, settling back in the seat. "Jeez. Someone's grouchy today. Even more so than usual."

"Yeah, well, you know how I get when I'm stressed."

Kurt nodded. "Oh, I do."

A Land Rover swerved in front of Santana, blocking her from going any further. "Watch it, asshole," she shouted, proceeding to give the driver's retreating car the finger even after he long since drove off.

"This should be a fun three hours," Kurt muttered.

Santana looked at him. "Oh, I'm sorry. Is my car not up to your satisfaction? You not comfy? Or is the company a little bit iffy?"

Kurt rested a hand on Santana's forearm. "Seriously, Santana. You need to relax. I don't want to be driven by someone who's one red light away from a meltdown."

Santana took a deep breath, massaging her right temple. "You're right, I'm sorry. I'm just… nervous, a-and stressed, and tired and-"

"I get it, Santana," Kurt assured. "I am too."

"Speaking of such nerves," Santana said. "Are you ready to meet Blaine?"

Kurt let out a long breath, before smiling. "As ready as I'll ever be."

"Am I giving you a ride home or what? Cos I think I want to get on the road early enough. I rented a room in a five-star hotel; it was sort of a birthday present from the parents."

"Oooh," Kurt winked. "That's fancy. Um, I think I'll be wanting to leave at around nine thirty? Blaine wants to make me his famous cinnamon pancakes, so I'll at least stay for that."

Santana nodded a little. "No problem."

There was a short silence, before Kurt filled it. "Are you planning on bringing Brittany back to your hotel room?"

Santana frowned. "No, of course not. I really like her, I want to do this right."

Kurt nodded, admiring his friend's point of view. "You're pretty serious about her, aren't you?"

"I'm driving over 130 miles to see her, I better be."

Kurt glanced at her. "Well, technically you're driving that distance to see everyone."

"Not really," Santana shrugged. "I wouldn't go that far to see Bowties, or Boring, or even Alvin the Chipmunk."

Kurt snorted. "I'm guessing Boring and Alvin are Marley and Sebastian?"

"Bingo."

Kurt closed his eyes slowly, sinking back in his seat. "I didn't sleep great last night."

"I know how you feel," Santana laughed. "I had all these visions of things going wrong when me and her meet."

"Wrong how?"

Santana shrugged. "I don't really know, just wrong. Like, I'm worried we just won't get along in person."

"That's crazy," Kurt said, shaking his head. "You probably get on best with her out of everyone you know."

"True," Santana agreed. "But, I'm worried about other stuff. Like, awkwardness, or the fact that when I see her I might just bolt."

Kurt was stunned. "I've never seen you so scared before. It's kinda amusing."

"If I wasn't so preoccupied with other thoughts, you would have paid for that."

Just as Kurt planned, the two of them stopped about a third of the way into the journey at a McDonalds. Kurt ordered food while Santana went to the restroom.

Santana stood, staring at herself in the mirror. She looked incredibly exhausted, and fed up. It made her wonder if this whole thing was a good idea.

She also wondered if her outfit was appropriate. She was wearing a white leather jacket, black jeans and a simple t-shirt, not exactly clubbing-wear for the night ahead of her. Kurt wasn't looking all that fancy either, but then again, he had a two weeks' supply of clothing with him, so Santana didn't know what to do.

She also didn't know what she was going to do when she got there. If she felt like throwing up then, it made her ask herself what she would be like when she actually saw Brittany standing in front of her.

She didn't really want to think about it, but she felt like she had to.

When Santana returned to Kurt, he was three quarters of his way into a BigMac.

"Are you okay?" he asked, a mouthful of beef. "You look kind of sickly."

"I feel kind of sickly," Santana nodded. She pointed to the large Sprite beside her. "Is this mine?"

"Go for it."

Santana sipped while Kurt ate. "I just don't get it," she said. "I have actually never been this nervous in my life."

Kurt smiled sympathetically. "Me neither."

"This is a big deal," Santana told him. "Like, a really, really big deal."

"I know."

By that point, Santana had drained half of her Sprite. "I mean, at least you know where you stand with Blaine, right? You two are pretty much together by now."

Kurt shrugged, and then nodded with a slight smile. "I guess so. He told me he wants me to meet his family, so I'm taking that as a good sign."

"You see," Santana declared, pointing at him. "You know where you stand with Eyebrows. As for Brittany, she has given me no clue as to where she wants this to go. None at all. No mentions of family meetings, or home visits. Nothing. Just 'I can't waits' and 'three more days'. It's exhausting and infuriating."

Kurt finished his burger, and balled up the wrapping, throwing it down on the tray. "Santana, she likes you. She's pretty much coming all this way to meet you. I don't think it's a giant mystery as to where she wants this to go."

"Well, all I'm saying is that that I'd like a clue from her as to what's in store."

Kurt grabbed Santana's drink, which was nearly gone, and drank the rest. "Well, have you given her any notions as to where you want this to go?"

Santana paused, and thought about it. "Not really," she admitted. "But it seems like she'd be the type of person who'd just come out with it. That girl has no filter." She smiled fondly, thinking about one of Brittany's endearing traits.

Kurt looked at his friend incredulously. "I never thought I'd see the day where Santana Lopez really had it bad for some girl."

"Shut up."

When Santana pulled out from the McDonalds parking lot onto the freeway, she was made aware of the unbelievable traffic ahead of her. "You have got to be fucking kidding me," she screamed, hitting the steering wheel with all of her power and venom.

"Relax, Santana," Kurt soothed. "We were going to be two hours early without the traffic, anyway."

Santana closed her eyes momentarily, in an attempt to calm herself. "I know, but I just… I wanted a little while to mentally prepare myself before I meet Brittany, and now I can't because I'll be concentrating on this." She dramatically made a gesture towards the many vehicles in front of her. "I mean seriously? This much traffic at eleven thirty on a Monday morning?"

"Okay." Kurt turned his body towards her, trying to get Santana to look at him. "Why don't you use this time to get all of your steam out? Lay it on me."

Santana exhaled slowly. "All right. I mean, I'm not going to go on about how I may pass out when I just so much as look at her, but, like, what do I do when I see her? Hug her? Kiss her? Give her a firm handshake?"

"Definitely not a handshake," Kurt said, shaking his head. "That may confuse her. A hug will do. Maybe leave the kissing to later on in the night."

Santana paused, but nodded seconds later. "Yeah. Yeah, I agree with that."

"Do you know what to expect?" Kurt asked. "Like, height wise? Hugging a giant can be awkward, and hugging someone really short can be off-putting."

"I happen to know she's only a few inches taller than me. The height difference may work."

Kurt smiled, nodding. "Yes, height difference is usually cute."

"Is Blaine taller or shorter than you?" Santana asked, tearing her eyes off the road and glancing at her friend.

Kurt froze. "I actually don't know. He never told me how tall he is."

"Ooh," Santana winced. "Good luck."

Kurt frowned. "It shouldn't matter, Santana. Once you love someone, you don't even think about stuff like that."

Santana smirked. "You love him?"

"Y-yeah, I think so," Kurt said, shifting in his seat and smiling slightly. "Do you love Brittany?"

Santana paused. "I don't know. I don't think so? I mean, if I loved her, I'd know, I wouldn't have to think about it, right?" Kurt nodded. "I guess I just really, really like her. I don't think I'm there yet."

"That's perfectly fine," Kurt smiled, proud his once so private friend was being so open about her feelings.

When the pair reached Indianapolis, Santana felt her stomach drop. They had been stuck in traffic for a long while, and it knocked almost an hour and a half off her time to prepare herself for the day ahead.

"We're here," Kurt cried, cheering. "Now we just have to find this mall Blaine was talking about." He yanked a piece of folded up paper from his jacket pocket, starting to read the directions out loud.

"Slow down, Lady Hummel," Santana warned. "We're a while away yet."

After twenty minutes of arguing over what directions to go in once they reached the general area of the mall, they finally found it, and Santana started sweating straight away, once they'd parked.

Grabbing her jacket from the trunk with shaking hands, she locked the car and followed Kurt up the stairs to the mall.

"I'm feeling the nerves now." Kurt looked very pale.

Santana didn't reply, and just stared at her shoes as she walked, her hands in her pockets.

Kurt picked up his pace, taking the steps two at a time. "We're all meeting outside of this coffee shop, I think."

Santana kept following him, her chest tightening after every step she took, her pace slowing. It was almost as if her body was fighting her as she tried to walk faster.

After a few trips on the elevator, Kurt turned to her. "This is the floor, I think."

At this stage, Santana felt positively light headed and too alert. She looked around her, knowing that any of the people on this level could be Brittany.

She and Kurt wandered around meekly, looking for a coffee shop, the feeling like she was going to throw up rapidly increasing.

Once Santana spotted the only café on the floor, her heart stopped, searching frantically for the one person she talked to for hours on end for the past two months.

There, outside of the coffee shop, were a group of people that were very familiar to her. Three boys and three girls.

But Santana wasn't looking at five at them.

Because standing right in front of her, was Brittany Pierce.

Tall, blonde, blue-eyed Brittany, who noticed Santana straight away, and broke into the biggest smile Santana had ever seen.

Santana immediately started walking towards her. She wasn't even aware of it. Her body was controlling itself.

Before she knew it, Brittany had met her halfway and Santana was wrapped up in her arms, the taller girl's hands holding onto her hips, her arms tightening around her. She felt Brittany plant a quick kiss on the top of her head.

"It's so good to see you," Brittany whispered, still hugging Santana closely.

Santana nodded, burying her head into the crook of Brittany's neck. "Yeah. Finally."

Finally.