Honestly, can't even wrap my head around the fact that people like this story. Hotdamn. Anyway the amount of story alerts is just ridiculous, and to the people who have given me reviews on both chapters, thank you so much. It's Thanksgiving, so I guess I'm doing a lot of, well, thanking.
I wanted to make a note of a few things that were pointed out in the reviews, yes they are falling quite fast, I suppose, I'm just not a big fan of just prolonged angst filled with 5 or more chapters of the two characters just wondering why they feel certain things for the other, and since Brittany and Santana are really concrete when it comes to the things they feel (in my humble opinion), so yes, I think its okay for them to move a little faster than lets say any other teacher-student relationship/story. Also, I want to explain myself when it comes to Blaine, now without offending any readers, the guy doesn't really have a paersonality on the show, at least not one that I can sort of hold and morph, all I get from him is that he's accepting and he's really just up for a good time, I'm making him a little sassy because I enjoy writing sass. If you have a problem with the way I write Blaine, by all means, please message me and give me some suggestions.
I'm writing waywaywaywaywayway too much in this introduction, onwards with the story. Enjoy.
"So, are you going to go after her?" Blaine asked after they ordered.
"Oh hells no," Santana said definitively.
"I mean other than the whole 'she's your student' thing, what's stopping you?" Blaine asked with an encouraging smile.
"Well, I think that the whole 'she's my student' thing is probably enough to stop me. More than enough, actually."
"What about when she graduates, isn't she a senior?"
"She'll be off dancing at Julliard or some shit, I don't know. It's just a crush, not like I wanna marry her or anything," Santana took a sip of her drink, trying to ignore the thought of being married to Brittany and going to sleep with Brittany and then waking up to her and making her breakfast and then watching her dance and going to her recitals and being there for her when she gets solos and just being around Brittany all the time.
"Well, you never know," Blaine said with a shrug and kind eyes.
"So, how's Sebastian?" Santana asked quickly, anxious to change the subject.
"Somewhere in Europe, probably."
"You must miss him."
"Like you wouldn't believe. He's off having adventures and meeting new and interesting people that probably speak a lot more languages than I do, and I'm here in the only restaurant in Lima."
"Fuck, Blaine. Why did we come here?" Santana asked all disgruntled, her and Blaine were roommates in New York. Santana went to Law School in NYU and Blaine had set up a small Improv group in an abandoned Irish pub.
"Well, you needed a job and its not like the 'Cat's Pajamas' was doing well with the audiences," Blaine said with a chuckle, Santana smiled weakly with him and he took her hand.
"Listen, this is temporary. You needed a job and I needed a place to stay. Once you think you're ready to pass that bar exam and I actually figure out how to start a decent Improv group, we'll go back. Yes?" Santana's hand held onto Blaine's tightly as she nodded at his words. At that moment, Brittany and Quinn walked into the Breadstix, the first thing Brittany saw when she walked in the door was Santana, the smile that came after was inevitable but as her eyes looked closer to the scene in front of her, she noticed the silhouette of some man, and how his hand was holding hers, and that beautiful smile on Santana's face while she looked at him.
"Oh look, its Ms. Lopez," Quinn said with knowing eyes as she watched Brittany's smile fade like a dead light bulb, she looked back at the booth and saw the hand holding, she grabbed Brittany and led her quickly through the restaurant, past Santana and Blaine and to a booth as far away from the two as possible.
"Wait, was that Brittany?" Santana asked as she turned around, letting her hand part with Blaine's, Blaine also looked over, curious to see what was so special about the girl. Once Santana realized that it was (those legs don't just belong to anyone), she quickly slung her purse over her shoulder and started to stand up.
"What are you doing?" Blaine asked all confused.
"Leaving," she said getting out of the booth, but before she could leave Blaine grabbed her wrist.
"I'm hungry and this is the first time that we've eaten out. Sit down," Santana scoffed and obliged, she really did love breadsticks.
"It's just weird with her sitting right over there."
"Just don't think about it."
"Climbing Mount Everest is probably a lot easier."
"She's looking at you," Blaine said while eyeing Brittany in the other booth, whose eyes were stuck to the back of Santana's head.
"Oh my god, really?" Santana leaned in with an excited smile, Blaine watched her in awe, this was the first time Blaine had ever seen Santana be so happy about another person. It was usually an eye roll and a smug smile but never such youthful expressions.
"Well, I never thought I'd see the day that Santana Lopez would genuinely like another human being. I was beginning to think you weren't capable."
"I don't know, it's just really easy to like her," Santana spoke quietly, afraid that Brittany may be able to hear even if she was on the other side of the restaurant.
"We should sit with them," Blaine offered.
"No, we are adults. They are teenagers," Santana declined, even though she kind of liked the idea of sitting next to Brittany.
"Right, because we are jut so mature and wise compared to most teenagers," Blaine said with a lingering look on the booth where Quinn and Brittany were. "C'mon, let's just do it," he said with mischievous grin on his lips.
"No."
"Could you imagine like sitting with them?" Quinn asked with a chuckle while Brittany looked down at her menu with a dark cloud above her head. "It's probably really lame," Quinn said sympathetically as she tried to get Brittany's attention, but the girl's eyes stayed fixated on the deserts.
"Brittany, the chance of this fantasy actually playing out is slim."
"I thought she liked me," Brittany said with a pout as she watched Santana's booth at the front of the restaurant.
"I mean I'll be the first to agree that she does stare at you a little more than normal when you dance, and she's a lot nicer to you in Spanish than she is with anyone else but don't forget that she has a boyfriend and she's probably like thirty," Brittany nodded silently at Quinn before getting up.
"Where are we going?"
"I'm going to find out whether or not that guy's her boyfriend. I mean he seems kind of Capital G gay, so maybe he's not."
"He's probably her boyfriend, you saw how they held hands," Quinn argued.
"Innocent until proven guilty!" Brittany stated confidently, Quinn had been teaching her that certain aspect of the American Law System in the car as they drove to Breadstix and she was happy Brittany was able to understand it and use it in a more or less casual manner. The statement itself was enough for Quinn to jump up out of her seat and haul ass over to Santana's table with Brittany. Blaine noticed them and smirked before looking at Santana who turned her head back curiously just to meet Brittany's amused eyes.
"Hi, Ms. Lopez," Brittany said with a bright smile, Santana turned her whole body in her direction and responded with a smile of the same caliber. Quinn and Blaine watched the two interact with sincere eyes and heavy hearts. Santana quietly asked how Brittany was and Brittany responded with a very, very soft 'good' that you could only decipher by the way her lips moved when she said the word. The entire conversation was barely audible to anyone around them, but it was like a big spotlight had hit them and everything else just faded away into darkness.
"Would you like to sit with us?" Blaine intruded despite knowing the nasty glare he was going to receive from Santana.
"Yea, I don't mind. What about you, Britt?" Quinn asked not knowing that Brittany had already made herself comfortable next to Santana. Blaine moved over and Quinn smiled shyly before taking the seat next to him, leaving a foot between them opposed to Santana and Brittany who could probably feel each other knees whenever the other one slightly moved to one side. The waitress noticed the girls' relocation and brought over their menus, happy to get rid of them since Cheerios were notorious for being quite a bother when it came to 'fine dining.'
"Legally, they're not allowed to stop giving you breadsticks," Brittany whispered to Santana who could feel goose bumps form all over her body as she felt Brittany's warm breath collide with her skin. She smiled weakly at Brittany, as she pinched the side of her thigh to keep herself from moaning, or passing out.
"So is it the first time you've been here?" Quinn asked desperate to make conversation.
"Yes, it took us a while to find this place, we didn't really know if restaurants existed here," Blaine said with a giggle, he found it incredible how a city could be so empty.
"But we have made ourselves known at the Lima Bean, though. Their hot chocolate has one over Blaine's little New York loving heart," Santana said with laugh.
"I usually just order a cup of whip cream," Brittany said matter-of-factly with a shrug. Santana smiled at her and her innocence while Blaine and Quinn just gave her forehead wrinkled head tilts.
The rest of the night went by smoothly, after the first few awkward minutes, everyone at the table managed to talk comfortably after getting the adult-teenager age gap thing. Brittany was happy to find out that Blaine was gay, when Sebastian called from Belgium during the appetizers. She also found out Santana's name, of course when Brittany reffered to Santana in her head, she referred to her as Ms. Lopez but when Blaine let it slip during some story, Brittany couldn't keep herself from giggling childishly to herself. She knew that Santana's name had to be as hot as the real thing but any other name would've probably lacked drama or power. Santana was they were eating dinner, a group of suited boys walked into Breadstix, Santana and Blaine watched them with confused looks on their faces, while Brittany and Quinn smiled at each other expectantly.
"Those are the Warblers, they're like this really preppy accapella group from Dalton Academy, we beat them last year at Regionals," Quinn said proudly.
"That glee thing?" Blaine asked. Brittany and Quinn nodded while Santana rolled her eyes, remembering how Blaine made fun of her for coaching a glee club. The Warblers got up on the makeshift stage at the back of the restaurant and introduced themselves.
"Hi, we are the Warblers and we are here to perform for you," Matt announced. He was the brunette one in the front with perfectly brushed hair that parted on one side. They were like the James Bond of show choir, Santana was happy they showed up. She didn't really know what the competition was like in the show choir world. Brittany turned her entire body around so that her back leaned against the table and her legs were propped up against the back of the booth. Santana observed Brittany's position and copied her, they all waited for the group to start. As their set started, the Warblers sang a rendition of Viva La Vida, Santana admired how the group could put the song together with no instruments whatsoever. She thought it'd be something cool to play around with for a performance at Sectionals. As the Warblers' set continued, they did every Top 40 song that you were forced to remember the lyrics too. After their performance of Dynamite, Santana vowed to never do a popular song with the glee club ever. Brittany on the other hand was delighted, along with Blaine and Quinn with the group's performance.
For their last song, Santana and Brittany can't really remember what the song was specifically but they do remember it being very slow paced. The clock had struck 9:00 and all of their pasta was cold by now, and the employees had dimmed the lights for the late night customers and except for the slick sound of the voices on stage, everyone was quiet. Santana was trying to ignore the fact that her and Brittany had been inching closer and closer to each other as the Warblers sang and swayed about, but as the song went on and Matt's velvet voice traveled through the Breadstix walls, Brittany's hand began to move almost glacially towards Santana's, her intentions were good but her motivation was hesitant and afraid, still though, her hand trudged on, feeling every fiber of the cheap polyester seats until they felt skin. Brittany's hand developed a sudden courage and enveloped the hand next to hers, intertwining them quickly and gracefully before Santana could even notice, but when she did her heart almost stopped, in fact, she's certain that it did. She didn't dare look down though, it's like when you're standing high up above the ground and you feel free, with the wind blowing through your hair and the sunlight beaming down you and you just feel without a care in the world, but when you look down at the ground, the fear sets in, the consequences and the worries start to crowd your clear mind and you stop feeling free, you start caring about everything again because you're scared that you might fall on your face. This is why Santana doesn't want to look down, she wants to feel free, she wants to give her heart a break for once, so instead she grips Brittany's hand a little tighter, Brittany couldn't keep herself from smiling victoriously to the front, she also understood that this was as much of a response that she was going to get from Santana for a while, she knew the stakes and she didn't want to push or insist, so she's going to wait. She is going to wait for Santana, because she knows now that she won't have to wait forever.
Agh, sorry that it's short, but its just where I wanted to end it. Please some reviews, I'd like to know what you guys think so far.
Love, Bella