"Brittany, wake up!" Santana's voice rang through my ears and I just groaned in response. "Brittany, seriously. Up!" she whispered sternly I just groaned louder before tugging the sheets up to my head and she just let out a small whimper before getting up on her feet when a loud knock tumbled from wall to wall.
"Mom, is that you?"
"Mijas, breakfast in bed!" By that I immediately tug the sheets off of my head and looked at Santana with horror written all over my face, and I'm really wondering as to why I'm on this couch coz the last time I was on the left side of the bed, jeez. Right, Santana started kicking me when it was like 2 in the morning so with my eyes drooping I transferred onto the couch.
"Is that your mom?" i whispered as I craned my neck to the side, hissing when it made an audible cracking sound.
Santana didn't even answer when she forcefully pulled me off the couch and literally pushed me on the bed before like a flash she slumped down beside me. The knocking was still on as I looked at her confusingly.
"What are you doing?" I whispered bewilderedly.
"Just spoon me or something." She managed to say, her voice quivering yet a little raspy, it's actually sexy if you ask me. With her back facing me, there's the hesitation bubbling inside me but when the door swung open my hand went autopilot landing just right above her breast and I scooted just enough for our body for our body to touch. And my breath, it's fucking gone. Oh god!
"Your hand-"She swatted my hand and I automatically pulled it away, but when her mother bolted in her grandmother in tow she even pulled my hand back hastily placing over her stomach. I even felt the light twitching of her abs against the tips of my fingers and I can't help but smirk to myself.
"Rise and shine you snuggle bears!" Anita cheered sweetly before closing the door after her.
"Good morning Brittany." Yolanda and Anita greeted me with the same loving look and I greeted them back.
"Good morning to you too, mom and you too abuela." Santana groaned beside me sitting up which I did the same. Yolanda just shrugged before placing the tray just by our feet. And my mouth automatically watered at the sight before me.
Croissants, baguette, bagel and English muffin could be the only type of bread I could recognize and the others were obviously foreign to my eyes and Jesus Christ! they look so delicious! My god!
"Baby, it's all yours so stop gawking." Santana's voice brought me back to reality and it just hit me, I was staring at the food before me and when I look up to her, she got that signature smirk plastered all over her face.
I'm hungry. No doubt, I'm ready to have a very very intense foodgasm later.
"I'm not gawking!" I defended automatically and she just nodded approvingly before pointing by my chin, with quivering fingers I brought it by my jaw and it was a little wet, and I ended up wiping it away as I giggle in the process.
"Here." She said before picking one of the croissants and motions it to my mouth, at first I just stare at her and I realized she was giving her family a show, so with all smile I open my mouth wide open and without second thought she shoved the whole bread inside my it up to the point I almost chocked. "It's good, right? She loves your croissant, abuela."
"Is it good, Brittany?" Anita asked all of a sudden and I can't help but just nod, even I got my eyes watering for the bread prod the back of my throat as I try to chew it away.
"Amazing." I said almost breathlessly when I finally swallowed the last content. I swear to God, this woman is trying to kill me.
"So, okay we'll give you some time to eat. And I want the two of you to be out the garden before dinner, is that clear?" Yolanda said clasping her hands together and we just nodded in unison by that the two women disappeared on the wooden door.
When I heard the door clicked I automatically lunged on the glass of milk emptying the content in one swig. "I hate you." I managed to say right after I wipe my lips.
"I just helped you, you should actually thank me. I mean I can see you ogling then, I just gave it to you, now you're mad. You're welcome." She mumbled sarcastically taking a bite of her bagel.
"What if I choked and die? Huh?" I said accusingly and she just eyed me with her brows knitted together before shaking her head and finally getting up on her feet. "And where the hell you think you're going?"
She didn't even answer and she just got in the bathroom and I just rolled my eyes before shoving another piece of English muffin onto my mouth, groaning in each bite. After 20 minutes or more, Santana was still inside the bathroom and I can't but wonder what the hell is she doing in there along with the familiar tug in my stomach; I haven't peed since I open my eyes for Christ sake.
After I emptied Santana's glass of milk I slowly made my way through the bathroom, and I can't even help but wince when the floor is fucking freezing. "Santana." I called lowly as I neared my ear on the door, listening on any sounds coming from it. "Aren't you done yet? I have to pee." I tried this time and I even wince when my bladder started screaming for release and I just pressed my legs together.
"Santana, please. I don't think I'd last any longer." Nothing.
"Santana." I called as I banged on the door and still I received nothing in response.
"I will pee in here if you won't come out any second." Nothing.
"Jesus Christ Santana! I need to pee!" I pleaded as I leaned on the door my hands flying on my core, I don't think I'd handle this any second. Fuck!
"Santana. Plea- Oh fuck!" I hissed in pain when the door swung open and my butt met the cold tiled floor. This woman will be the end of me!
"Oops. Sorry!" Santana smiled when I look up to her, she got her hair in a tight pony and she's wearing a blue sports bra and short shorts. And seriously? She even managed to grin at me? "All yours though." She added.
"I fucking hate you." I yelled as I get up my hand flying on my butt as I tried to soothe the pain but when I was about to sue her for what she just did, the door's loud thudding sound gone my ear and I'm pretty sure that's just it.
I just closed my eyes and took a very very deep breath. The fact that I forgot about peeing is also the worst part! "Bitch." I mumbled under my breath before closing the bathroom door after me.
A relieved sigh escaped my lips when I went out the shower door, I really don't know for how long did I took this longest shower, I may have sang 5 different songs repeating each for like 4 times, and I finally decided to dry myself.
When I finally wrapped myself in one of those towels hanging just by the mirror, I can't help but smirk when my eyes landed on Santana's collection of different types of lotion and now I'm not wondering as to why she got that oh so perfect skin. Just when I was about to grab one, all of a sudden the bedroom's door thudding sound echoed, jolting every nerve I have.
"Shit." I whispered when one of the bottles almost slipped off my hand and I just sighed as I placed it to where it was placed before and just when I spun around my eyes caught something black and something… big. With my brows furrowed I made a single step towards the thing hanging just by the door, inches away from the doorknob.
"Oh. My. God." I just about whispers when I realised what this… creature is. "I'm begging you, don't eat me, please?" I mumbled nervously as I clutched my towel, my dear life depending on it. Slowly, I took a step back my eyes still boring holes onto the door, where this ginormous, large, huge spider just right above the knob is lying. I swear to god, it's looking right at me, oh my god! I can even see its eye, is that an eye? Oh god!
"Santana?" I called loudly but my voice seemed to be out for it came out like a whisper.
"Santana? I know you're in there. Could you open the door from out there? Please." Nothing.
"Santana?" Jeez! Do I really have to this? What if it attacked me? What if all of a sudden it transformed into one of those human sized spider and it could just swallow me whole? Oh no.
"Santan- oh Fuck! Jesus Christ! It fucking moved! Santana! Open the god damn door!" I yelled even louder when it moved, I promise, It fucking faced me! I really don't know what their face looks like but I don't care. It fucking moved!
"SANTANA!" I know for a fact that this would be the last time that I will call her for help, because seriously if she won't open this door, like right now I'm willing for this ginormous spider to eat me, if that'll help America. I would do it, whole heartedly.
And still nothing, so with my feet wobbly I took baby steps towards the door, I can feel the dampness of my hands as I try to keep myself upright. I even closed my eyes as I neared that thing, the urge of looking at it is a fucking bitch I chose not to, I may pass out if I'd do that.
"1" I counted as I raised my hand.
"2" I countered when I took a glimpse if my hand were just in the right position and by that I held my breath as I countered the next number.
"And 3!" And the door swung open. And when I thought I was safe, that fucking rag would be the end of my life." Oh fuck."
Everything went in a slow motion when Santana appeared out nowhere and I landed on her. Like literally.
"Oh god!" I breathed when I found my whole weight pressed against Santana's on the wooden floor, our faces mere inches apart, and I can feel her hot intakes of air mingling in mine, her dark chocolate brown eyes were just in shock like mine, my wet hair curtaining the corner of her face, and she also got the priceless reaction written all over her face, and now I figured why she can't hear me all this time, she got her precious ear buds tucked in her ear. And that's just it hit me, my brows furrow as to why my towel is lying just above her head, coz I swear to god it's wrapped around me. Around my naked body, and there!
"Jesus Christ!" I hissed almost breathlessly as I grabbed my towel and scampered away from her and I almost lost a tooth on how fast I wrapped the towel around my body. Oh my god! My boobs it was pressed against hers, oh dear god! I don't think I could even breathe!
"Why are you naked and wet?" she huffed as she get up on her feet.
"Oh nothing, it was raining in your room a minute ago and I thought to myself that it'll be awesome if I'll just strip. Of course I took a fucking shower!" I yelled.
"Then why are you running? Does my room look a fucking playground to you?" she yelled back. And I just closed my eyes, I don't have time for this.
"There's a fucking spider on your fucking bathroom." I informed her, a little calmer this time, and that wasn't that obvious for the number of curses I just said.
"What? How… You're kidding!" she stuttered with her brows furrowed.
"Yes, it was really big. Like this… big." I said as I clenched my fist and raised it onto the air. This time, she just stared at me, I mean it was that big, well maybe a little smaller but whatevs.
"No way." She shook her head peeking behind me in the process. "I'll never get in there. Never." She just about whispers. And this time I just figure that she's just as scared as me, and I can't help it but give myself an internal applause.
Payback.
"I'm kidding." I stated with more confidence, I even laugh a little.
"Then why are you running?" she asked hesitantly.
It took a few seconds for me to think of something I could say. "I find it boring to just walk, I need some adventure."
"Adventure? Inside my bathroom?" she retorted and I just nodded. I mean, just with that spider , I could even create a movie where it eats me and the whole world, and that would be adventure.
"You know what? Whatever! I'll take a fucking shower and you just wait for me. Got it?" she warned with her forefinger pointing on me, I just sucked my lips and nodded happily. By that she disappeared behind the door, and I began rummaging through my suitcase for something to wear and not long after Santana's shrilling voice tumbled from wall to wall.
"BRITTANY!" is the last thing I heard before Santana came rushing to my side, with that obvious horror written all over her face, her hands fisting the side of my shirt as she got her head buried on my chest, thanks to god that I already put on some clothes, just a simple sweater and yes I'm still in my underwear, I was just about to grab my pants, okay?
"I hate you." she grumbled against my chest and the smirk was wiped off my face when I realised that she's just on her underwear and her glistening bare back just right in front of me.
"You're… um… Santana…. You're sort of… naked." I stuttered, my feet seemed rooted on the carpeted floor and my limbs were no use.
She slowly composed herself before facing me with a scowl but the glint of fear still there. "You told me there's no spider." She almost growled.
I just shrugged and eyed her confusedly. "What are you talking about?"
"That fucking spider by the tub! You can't tell me you didn't see that because it was this-" she rambled before taking a hold of my fist "-big." She ended with a strong voice and I can't help but gulp dryly.
"Well, I may… have seen it." By the tub? I swear to god it was on the door. Oh fuck! That thing is a fucking monster, just come to think of it how come it managed to reach the tub within minutes. That's just unbelievable!
She didn't even respond when she just held me by the wrist and dragged me inside the bathroom, I even tried swatting her hands away but it's no use, she's spending her whole strength on me, I may have been a lot bigger than this woman but her strength? Bless her, Baby Jesus!
"No, no." I chanted as we neared the door. "It will eat me. And you, it will eat you! Aren't you scared of that thing?"
"I am scared, that's why. You get it!" she ordered when were finally steps away from the tub, where that fucking thing is lying, and it's seemed to be having a very good time.
"Why me? You get it!"
"No! You get it!"
"I will never ever touch that thing!"
"Neither do I."
"Get it!"
"No."
"Brittany!"
"Santana!"
"Get it!"
"Fine." I huffed. "Should I kill it?"
"I don't know. Maybe?" she asked nervously.
"But it seems nice."
"Just close your eyes then do it." She nodded.
"Okay, that's a good plan." I nodded along.
"In three, okay?"
"Okay. Three."
"Two."
"One!" We yelled in unison.
"Fuck! Where the hell did it go?" Santana nearly yelled as she checked her right and left and I do the same.
"Well, maybe it's already gone." I countered hopefully. I was kind of hoping it's already gone coz any more minutes of knowing that thing is still breathing I may have to lose mine. "It's gone." I declared when I checked on my right for the hundredth time.
"Britt." Santana called, at first I was a bit curious as to why she was calling me in my nickname, that's just not her, and I just hummed in response as I tried to look at my side. "Britt." She called even louder and I finally eyed her, with my brows knitted together.
"What?"
"It's.. It's on your h-hair." She whispers almost inaudible and I even have to ask her to repeat her words but when she did, I think I already swallowed my tongue.
"Quit messing around, Santana." I mumbled sternly. "Just keep looking."
"I am not. Seriously it's on your hair." She answered lowly and I just stare at her, the fear of what she was saying is already getting under my skin by that with quivering fingers I brought it by my head and when the tip of my fingers met different texture and something that's definitely not my hair, I'm dead.
"Take it off! Take it off!" I chanted endlessly as I tried to swat the fucking spider away. I swear to god, I can have my limbs broken from all the force I have been exerting but I don't care. "What the actual fuck?" I hissed when something wet poured on my head. Not just wet tho, it's fucking freezing.
"Don't move." Santana about growls as she steadies the hose just above my head and gripping on my hair with her free hand after a second I saw the ginormous spider fell just in front of me.
And I think my lungs is about to burst when it was still moving before it crawled up to the window and finally exited the bathroom.
Our heavy panting and gasps echoed inside the bathroom along with the continuous splashing of water against the tiled floor. And I didn't even realised that were both sank onto the floor, I got my sweater all wet and my hair still dripping and Santana is also in the same state.
"So that just happen." I mumbled blankly as we both stare on the window.
"Yea. And it was amazing." She whispered as blank as I am.
"That's what you actually call adventure."
"Praise."
"So does it fit?" Santana asks from the other side of her walk in closet.
"I think it's kind of short, don't you think?" I answered as I peeked through my long lashes.
"Let me see." And by that I slowly walk out the closet wearing this dress it was the color of a tan opal. Its strapless style revealed my precious collarbones wrapped in smooth, luring, skin but it was Santana's so nonetheless it was kind of short, it was cut off right above my knee and I can't really breathe. "It's okay." She breathed, her head cocked to the side and she got a small smirk lingering along her lips, I bet she's checking me out, for I can see her eyes lingering a little longer down my legs and my boobs.
"You've said that earlier." I mumbled irritably. Thanks to Santana to who got me wet and everything, thanks to that spider too, now I don't have something formal to wear. I mean that sweater is kind of my favorite and I consider it like a very very formal one, like seriously, I've been to Tina's Asian annual thingy wearing that, and it was epic. We've been here for like an hour and a half, tons of different dresses scattered on the floor and I'm really getting sick of changing from one dress to another.
"It was better than of the others." She assured with a nod, she's too wearing an all-over ivory lace, mermaid silhouette gown with an empire waist and little cap sleeve and saying that she's hot will be a fucking understatement because she looks stunning in that dress.
I sighed in response not noticing that I have been holding my breath for minutes now, and when I did let go of it, one of the buttons flew just right above Santana's feet and she began to laugh.
"I told you, I could just wear one of my jeans and t-shirt." I almost growled walking towards her ducking down as I pick the accessory.
"It's a formal party Brittany, and everybody knows that you're my fiancée not some lame ass bus taker."
"Gee, thanks San." I mumbled sarcastically as I tried to figure something out, my fingers fidgeting the other loosening button just above my belly button.
"You know what?" her voice rang through my ears and I just hummed with a pout.
"What?" I grumbled but when I spun around to look at her direction, she was gone.
"Santa-" I called but I was shortly cut off when I heard the clanking of her heels getting louder so once again I faced the whole body mirror.
"Take that off." I heard her say but I didn't even care to look up to her.
"I'd rather wear this than to go out there in my birthday suit. That would be embarrassing." I breathed as I tried to adjust the strap.
"Just take that off." She repeated and with a pout I spun around and I really don't know if I'll manage to keep myself together.
"I'm not wearing that."
"Yes you are."
"No." I shook my head.
"Uh, yes?"
"Uh, no?"
"You'll wear this and I'll wear this one. And that's final!"
"Santana." I whispered as I tugged on the hem of her skirt, I really don't know what to call this thing we are wearing and I wanted to even get back to my mother's womb, this is just so embarrassing.
"What?" she breathed before intertwining our fingers, I actually could really get used to the fact she's always holding my hand, I just feel safe, even though I wanted to just bury myself.
"They're sort of staring at us." I whispered walking along by her side. Right after we went out her room, I wanted to just hide under her bed or even under under it, I mean what they're wearing compared to what we are wearing, the connection? Is fucking miles away. Looking at those tux and long dresses will be the end of me.
"It's our night of course they're staring at us." She mumbled through gritted teeth grinning at those people who continuously waves at us, and I can't help but just smile back. It's like were one of those animals waiting to be butchered and were like being show off to the whole city. I mean whole city because if someone would ask me to count every single one, i may just walk away. I think they invited the whole Lima.
"If isn't the awkward bitch?" This short blonde haired girl appeared out of nowhere and i felt Santana's hand tighten around mine, she's holding a glass of champagne and I can't help but look at her from head to toe she's wearing this strapless top that went straight across with diamonds along the top. I mean she's really gorgeous- but not my gorgeous type. "And jeez, Santana. Did your closet walked out on you? What are you wearing?"
"Mock all you want, Quinn."
"I didn't know you were still keeping these Hawaiian costumes." So that's what they call it? Actually I'm freezing for I got my tummy exposed and my shoulders glimmering under the moonlight.
"Oh yea, I actually got it framed hanging right above my bed." Santana said straightaway, my brows knitting together coz I swear to God, it's her painting hanging right above her bed. "It's just a little something I planned -to be different."
"Oh really?" she asked and Santana shrugged. They're really weird. When I thought I was already forgotten, hazel eyes connected with my crystal blue and I swear to God, I don't think blood could flow around Santana's hand for I'm holding it like a vice grip. And when she smiled something loosened inside my chest and I managed to take a deep breath. "Sorry, I don't mean to be as rude as your fiancée. I'm Quinn Santana's best bitch. This costume you were wearing was actually mine, we wore this like back in the day." She offered her hand and I gladly took it with a sweet smile.
"I'm Brittany."
"Nice to meet you, tho I'm still wondering how and why did you agreed to marry this woman? She's an evil bitch." She mumbled with a short laugh, and I can see Santana boring holes onto my head.
"I can't agree with you more-" I laughed but when I felt Santana's nails digging a lot harder onto my palms. I get it. "-but what can you do? Love is love." I said awkwardly and her hands automatically loosened and Quinn's face softened. I believe Santana's not the one who used the word 'love' often.
"Quinny, have you seen Santana? I've been looking for her and Brittany."
"Mom." I heard Santana say.
"Santana? Brittany? Jesus Christ! What you two girls are wearing? I've been seeing you guys walking down the garden but I thought the wedding planner hired some dancers or something." Yolanda bolted right beside Quinn, a worried look over her face and when her eyes finally landed on us. It's priceless.
"Definitely not some entertainer, mom." Santana shook her head and I can't help the giggle that escaped my lips. "I ruined my dress and I asked Brittany to wear this, so I couldn't just embarrass myself." My mouth fell open when I heard her words, I mean she doesn't have to lie about it, I ruined my sweater, and well technically she did. I'm saying she doesn't have to lie about it.
"What else can I do?" Yolanda breathed with an exasperated sigh before she liked her arms around mine and Santana's dragging us to the crowded area. "Everybody's waiting."
After saying relentless 'hi' and 'how are you' to every single person Santana would introduce to me, I can't feel my feet. Like no joke. I can even feel the small prickle of sweat oozing out my pores so with a sigh I gave Santana some sort of code and I walked out sitting on one of the stools by the corner.
"Do you want some?" one of the waiters asked motioning to the platter of something greenish brown thing.
"No, I'm fine. Thank you. " I smiled gruesomely. I am hungry, but if I'll eat that thing I may puke. I just can't.
"This is really good." He assured waving the platter right in front of me, it have some yellowish jelly topping and it kind of wiggles every time he waves it and I don't think I could even look at it.
"No, I said I'm fine."
"It's good."
"No I'm fi- oomph." I didn't even manage to finish my words when he shoved that thing right inside my mouth, muffling my last words.
"Good, right?" he shortly asked with a grin before walking away, I can't even describe the taste delving my throat.
And just when I was about to spit it with a grimace written all over my face, spotlight landed right above my head and without second thought I swallowed that thing. "What?" I muttered almost breathlessly when I saw that all the guests were looking at my direction.
Fuck.
"Someone asked if how the magical proposal happened." Quinn asked from the other end of the garden when I felt cold hand slid on the small of my back and by that my nerves calmed a little. A little.
"Who did the proposal?" she asked with a smile.
"Santana did." I answered right away.
"Me? it was you." Santana countered beside me and I can feel the loving look of all the people surrounding us. This should feel weird but yes it is.
"Stop being silly, San. It was you."
"You stop-" I cut her off with a nudge on the ribs and she ended up choking on her own words. "Yep, I did." She said and all of the people went 'Awws' and 'Naww's."
"So how did you propose, San?" Someone asked from the circle of people and I felt Santana tensed beside me.
She cleared her throat before giving somewhat a sign. "It was Friday night. It was Friday, right? Then we actually had some misunderstanding the day before. " she inquired and I just nod.
"Actually I was on my way home then I received a call, it was from my best friend." I said.
"Asking if she could go back to the coffee shop. Her shift was finished after all." She countered when she finally nudged me on the shoulder.
"Then of course I went back, but Tina wasn't there. "
"Where is she?" she whispered maintaining a straight face.
"And she was just hiding on one of the counters." I laughed and everybody laughed along.
"Saying that group of guys robbed the coffee shop. And one of them has a gun." She ended with a little horror in her voice and everybody's faces turned into something scared yet interested on the next happenings.
"Then I asked her as to why she was crying. Then she told me that Santana was there when that happened, saying that Santana was looking for me for she was about to ask for forgiveness. And Tina told me that Santana tried to fight the big guys but then she was hit by the gun. So I was so scared, I ran for my dear life and when I reached her assigned room in the hospital-"
"Everybody told her I'm dead."
"Everybody told me she's dead. So I was so sorry, my tears it was gushing, I really don't know where those tears were coming from all I know is that I can't let her die. But when I saw her body, limp and cold on one of the beds."
"Don't you dare kill me on your story." She husked against my ear whilst faking a little giggle in the process.
"I was crying so hard, yelling how sorry I am and stuff-"
"Then all of a sudden I sit up with a grin written all over my face saying that it was just a prank and I asked her to marry me, then she said yes."
"I said yes."
"We're getting married!" she cheered, her hands clasp together.
I almost burst out laughing when everyone we're just staring at us like we just said that we ate 10 rabbits and 4 monkeys. Even her mom and grandma were stoned on their places.
"Yay!" Santana cheered once again and as if everything just sinks in- they started whooping and cheering on their seats.
"That's was sweet yet tragic at the same time." A boy in a wheelchair mumbled blankly as he adjusted the rim of his glasses.
"How about a kiss?" I heard someone yell, and seriously I almost choked on the water I have been drinking and I can see that Santana also tensed beside me.
"Oh, no! No public display." Santana answered quickly and everybody started mopping around.
"C'mon San. A kiss won't hurt! And it's the best way to end this engagement party." Another voice yelled.
"Is a kiss okay, babe?" She asked me and I haven't even understand what she was saying she already cut me off. "She said no. Have a goodnight everyone. Thank you for coming." She mumbled shortly taking a hold of my wrist and started dragging me out.
"C'mon." Everybody yelled and I found myself frozen in my place whilst Santana still holding my hand a little bit tense.
"Fine." She grumbled before facing the crowd and I want to say something, stop her or anything but I only got my mouth slightly open yet nothing comes out.
Oh God.
And before I know it, I really don't know if I got my eyes closed or open when I felt something supple and soft grazed my lips, it was just a split second of a split second, and after that I saw Santana's face retracting from my own.
"That wasn't a kiss!" Female voice yelled, I bet it was Quinn.
"They're kidding, right?" I heard Santana say maintaining a straight face.
"Woah!" is the last thing I heard when I grabbed Santana by the neck and I felt her tense on the sudden contact but I gave no recognition when I crashed our lips together, I can feel the light tingles spreading through my body, the explosion that I saw beneath my eyelids is fucking breathless. Even Santana got her arms around my shoulder, bracing herself. I know she's just shocked as I am. But when I was about to deepen the kiss she pulled back with her brows knitted together yet her eyes were plastered on my lips. I can even see her chest heaving rapidly, just like mine.
"That's what you call kiss Santana." I said almost breathlessly before walking away.