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"Dinner's ready!" I heard someone yell inside the kitchen as I tried to keep myself upright watching Santana stroke her hair, her back side facing me, I mean just look at those curves, I'm pretty sure that I'm tired as hell from all the travelling and all but if I get to watch this woman before me, with her perfect body just hanging like that, I can stay like this forever and you'll hear nothing from me. Nothing.
I was fast to look away just in time she faced me a small smirk plastered on her face, averting my eyes somewhere else. I bet that wasn't awkward at all. I bet.
"Just be in character, understood?" she reminded me with her voice a little demeaning when she's finally 2 steps away.
"Whatever." I shrugged and she just rolled her eyes before walking towards the kitchen, and with my feet heavier than normal I followed her, I was tired after all but when were finally by the kitchen door all of a sudden she stopped her trance causing me to stumble after her, and I can't help but blush a little when her back side made contact with my torso causing a soft grunt escaped her lips and the same escaped mine.
"Why are you even walking this close?" she half groaned half whisper nearing her face with mine as she threw side glances inside the kitchen where her mom and grandma preparing the long table.
"Is that a crime?" I asked with my voice an octave higher.
For the hundredth time this day she just rolled her eyes, and I just crossed my arms over my chest. If she's being a bitch then…
"No."
"Then?"
"Just… don't walk that close." She managed to say with gritted teeth, a scowl written all over her face.
"I am not even walking that close to you, you just stop all of a sudden and of course I'll stumble after you. I mean if you were on the same position you'll stumble after me too." I said with the same tone, crossing my arms over my chest.
She knit her brows together like she was analysing what I just said. "You're not making any sense." She whispered.
This woman is impossible. Like seriously!
"All I'm saying is that-" she shut me off with her warm palm meeting my lips and I don't think I could talk. I just stare at her with wide eyes, again there's the unfamiliar tightening of my chest as I burn under her gaze. Her palm was burning against my lips and I can't help the hitching of my breath when she closed her eyes, composing herself.
"Shut up? Okay?" she trailed and I just mindlessly nodded.
"Is everything okay girls?" Yolanda asked with a grin when she just appeared out nowhere. Santana was fast to pull her hand away and sliding it down, entwining our fingers. This time, I don't think I can even breathe when my palm hit hers, her skin is burning against mine and I never felt my mind this clouded with different train of thoughts. "What's with the commotion?" she added with a little smirk tugging on her lips.
"Brittany here is just being cute, stumbling on me and everything. You're so cute babe!"
"Brittany, are you okay?" her mom's voice threw me back to reality that I didn't notice that I was staring at our tangled fingers this whole time. When I slowly lifted my head I was greeted with Santana's annoyed look and her mom's warm dark eyes.
"I'm fine, Mrs Lo- Yolanda!" I corrected myself with a tight lip smile.
"See mom? Isn't she cute? You're so cute Britty!" she said with a perky voice and I can't help the irritation bubbling inside me. Britty? For real? Is that even a word? I sound like a chip or even worse a bird or something.
With a grin I elbowed her a little forcefully on the ribs causing an almost inaudible groan escape her lips. "Don't call me that." I managed to say whilst maintaining a happy face. "I just heard Santana's stomach roaring and I thought that it was maybe a thunderstorm and I was pretty shock that it was her little asylum." I said with a laugh poking her a little on the ribs and she just threw me an intentional laugh plus the fact that she might already killed me for like 3 times on her head is inevitable.
"That's what your grandmother has been saying , Santana. Look at your body you look like a walking stick with your body that small." And I almost burst out laughing when Santana just cocked her head to the side sending me a devious look.
"Mom! We're just hungry is all." Santana said with a nudge on my shoulder and I just nodded with a small smile lingering along my lips.
"If that's the case, then you two have to sit here-" the older Latina managed to say pushing Santana and I inside the kitchen where Santana's grandma already sitting with a loving look written all over her face. "-and eat everything you can see. I wants nothing but empty platters after, got it?"
"Trust me, she can finish all of these in one go. Brittany has this ginormous stomach hiding under those layers. Right babe?" she mumbled with a smirk as she took a seat pulling me down beside her.
"Is that true Brittany?" Santana's grandma asked when I was about to retort something offensive I was already cut off.
"Absolutely! I mean, one day I ordered a box of pepperoni pizza and with just one blink, all gone!" she laughed and the two other Latina's laugh along whilst I got my mouth slightly open and my eyes burning holes onto Santana's head. Seriously? I don't even like pepperoni pizza! That's just unfair! "Ow!" she hissed when I kicked her by the shin stopping her train of laughter and by that I let out a loud cackle.
"That is just so funny! Isn't that funny?" I laughed even louder, seeing Santana's face like that, it's priceless! I immediately composed myself and adjusted my seat when the three of them were wearing a questioning look as to why I'm still laughing, by that I just cleared my throat and mumbling a little sorry in the process.
I'm not sure for how long we did ate in a complete silence, splattering of spoon and fork echoing inside the kitchen, there's the urge of talking first but I'd rather put it on the back of my head. I'd rather eat than to start any conversation, I mean Yolanda is nice, actually she's not just nice she's really sweet and I can't just help the light pinching inside my chest every time I heard Santana calling her. Santana's mom actually is an imitation of my mom when she was alive actually, only different thing was she's blonde.
"So how did you two meet?"
I'm pretty sure that I only chewed the piece of lettuce for like 3 times and I ended up swallowing it luckily it went down on the right pipe because seriously choking in front of these people is not a good thing. There's the thudding inside my chest when I saw Santana froze on her seat, forkful of beans hanging in the air whilst she got her mouth open.
Okay, we may have laid the plan about that. Or not! Oh god.
"H-how did w-we meet?" Santana all but stuttered before munching the beans inside her mouth throwing me a nervous look in the process.
I ended up grabbing the glass of water and gulping halfway before facing them with a more confidence. And I pretty doubt that when all of their eyes were plastered on me, seriously Santana?
"I… uhm… it was actually this one time when I was in a one stop shop-" I started with a light quivering in my voice. I really don't know what to say next when Santana coughed awkwardly beside me. "-then all of a sudden a brunette girl appeared out nowhere and she grabbed my drink, milking the content in one gulp. At first I was shocked and the next thing I know I was glued on the floor and that girl was already out the door." I informed them with little hesitation in my voice. Santana is just staring at me with wide eye and the way her orbs alternating on my lips and my eyes it's breath taking but then everything seemed to go mute as I watch Yolanda and Santana's grandmother process the information.
It's Santana's time to clear her throat before tailing the lies. "And then, a week or two I was in this coffee shop and once again our fate crossed and the world made its magic." She trailed before placing her hand over mine, connecting our eyes in the process. There's the amazing smile playing along her lips and I can't help the same to linger along mine.
"That's just sweet." Her mom whined on the corner with her eyes screaming love.
"Right, it almost made me diabetic, actually." Santana's sarcastic remark brought me back to her world and I just sighed before fidgeting the salad before me.
"So Brittany, what do you do?"
"Nothing much." I quickly answered with a light scoff receiving a glare from Santana, once again I composed myself and when I was about to snap back Santana already got it covered.
"She's a dancer, a professional dancer. Actually she already choreographed for some reality shows. You should have seen her dance, I mean her moves and twirls- that's what caught my attention well aside from her smile, I'd say it was her dance moves." She said with a straight face.
I gulped dryly when that word reached my ear, that's just not it. The last time I danced was before that day and since that I never tried involving myself in anything that involves music.
"I am a dancer?" I asked tensely.
It's been forever since I voiced that out, I never ever heard myself call me that or even thinking about that title, it never crossed my mind it just blurs my mind then everything will turn extra cloudy then I'll pass out, well I actually don't pass out.
"Don't worry, Brittany. I, myself was a dancer when I was younger, those salsa, samba, tango and whatever dance that existed at my time- I learnt all that." her grandma's voiced out with a light laugh and I just nodded in response before I averted my eyes back to my food.
Santana may have caught that I lost my mood when she just cut it off and lead the topic somewhere else throwing me an apologetic look in the process.
When Yolanda and Anita finally said her goodnight, Santana immediately tugged me upstairs, at first I tensed when all of sudden she grip me by the wrist and I even tumbled on her. And once again there's my jaw slacking when we enter her room.
"Woa." I breathed when she finally let go of my hand and continued strolling in where I followed in tow. I mean, just when you step in there's the indulging scent greeting your nose, I'm really not sure if it's some candles or just some disinfectant but whatever it is, it's fucking addicting. Like no joke! The black silky sheets of her bed along with red covers of her pillows, I don't think I have seen anything this cozy. And the perfect view of the city behind those curtains, the dancing lights illuminating the still dark room.
"I don't really like sleeping with the door open and someone standing like an idiot by it." Santana's voice pierced in the silence as she stood by the bed.
I ended up closing the door behind me with a soft thudding sound as I walked inside room and of course rolling my eyes in the process. Our suitcases were already lying by the corner and an audible sigh escaped my lips. Santana has been shuffling by the corner and I can't help but watch her, she's holding a single frame and when I was about to step closer she already shoved the glass frame inside the drawer.
I can't help but supress a yawn when she walked around the room before walking towards the lampshade tugging it on and I got the best view of her trail of frames on the right side of the room and a convertible couch on the other. And just in time I spun around my eyes landed on a mind blowing painting of a little blonde girl just above the headboard she got her hair in braid with a small pink bow at the end, her deep blue eyes glowing under the dimmed light and the way her lips tugging a shy smile is perfection, there was even a specific light illuminating above it.
"You paint?" I asked a little low just enough for Santana to hear.
At first she just stared at me before following the subject of my eyesight. "It's just something I do when I'm bored. I don't know, I just feel like flying when I'm painting something like that, there's the pride of just doing whatever I like. I can paint it lighter or a little darker just to emphasize my subject until I can feel the satisfaction I needed right after. And now, I don't know as to why I'm telling you that." she laughed before waving me off.
"It's amazing." I managed to say with my voice a little low.
She mumbled small thanks in response before ducking down her suitcases and rummaging on it I was about to do the same when she started tugging on her shirt, when she was halfway-her almost half naked body just right in front of me it hit me.
"Jesus Christ! What are you doing?" I nearly yelled as I scampered away from her, my hands went autopilot blocking the view in front of me. I mean I have seen a lot of those and I really wanted to see hers, but I really don't want her to think that I'm somewhat like 15 year old boy, perverting and stuff like that.
"What do you think I'm hiding in here? Gnome?" she managed to say sarcastically before completely tugging off her shirt and stepping out of her jeans. I really don't know if I'll be able to move for the next 3 days because seeing her in just panty and bra should be illegal. Have you seen her abs? I just wanted to touch them, or like stare at them forever, I even bet they could talk, how could someone maintain that kind of perfect body? I mean I have smoking body myself but ogling on Santana's is something that'll never tire me.
"You like?" for how long did I stare? Tell me! That smirk written all over her face is just screaming that I have some saliva on my chin.
"What? Just put some clothes on!" I stuttered as I flattened my shirt, just to keep my hands busy.
After my night rituals, I stepped out the bathroom with shaky feet. I just wore a baggy pants and simple extra-large shirt- it was actually my dad's, I just love wearing his clothes from time to time just to keep him alive.
"So which side of the bed you sleep on?" Santana's voice startled me, all this time I thought she was already asleep.
"I kind of sleep on the middle." I said.
"I kind of sleep on the middle too, so how are we going to make this work?" she asked with her eyes drooping. She actually looks cute in that state, she even already have her hair in a messy bun.
''I could sleep on the couch?" I suggested. I mean I'm pretty tired and sleeping on a couch is not a good thing but I'd rather do it, I mean Santana won't ever suggest sleeping on it.
She scrunched up her lips like she was having a battle of thoughts. And when I was about to walk over the couch she cleared her throat.
"No. I actually sleep on the right side, so the other is all yours. Just don't kick! Got it?" she said a little gesture of her hands.
She didn't even let me answer when she just slumped down the bed, an audible thudding sound echoed inside the room when her back met the cold sheets. And with a deep breath I mirrored her actions careful not to create any sound, I slowly let my body dip on the left side of the bed and I just can't help but sigh.
"Goodnight Santana." I mumbled one last time before dozing off to sleep.
"Goodnight Brittany."