Chapter 12
Hey guys and Dolls! Sorry it took me forever to update, but I had a major case of writers block and I've been taking care of Glee Intentions (If you haven't read it… go on and check it out after you read this chapter. And yes I am pimping my story.) So here is the next chapter….
The plane ride back to New York was quiet and not as adventurous, but the two ladies enjoyed the quiet and closeness that was between them. They both hated leaving their own little world, but they knew that they had to deal with reality until they are able to get away again. Hopefully to them it would be sooner rather than later. Brittany was in deep thought, she didn't know if she should mention to Santana about what happened over breakfast between her and Quinn. She saw and heard the whole thing and Quinn was not the person she thought she was, obviously something there isn't right. She was with Rachel and they were in love, so why make comments like that to Santana especially since the ex-cheerleader knew she wanted to get to know the brunette. Her resolve was set; she was going to tell her that she knows what went down in the kitchen Sunday morning.
"Baby?" She asked softly.
Santana looked in her direction, "Yes sweets, is there something wrong?" She asked apprehension was playing on the blondes face, whatever it was it did not look good for her. She braced herself for the news that was coming her way.
"I know what happened in the kitchen between you and Quinn…I heard it all." She told her, never taking her eyes off the other woman.
"Holy. Sweet. Hell" Santana thought this was not going to be pretty, "You did?" She asked trying to keep her voice neutral and void of any emotion.
Brittany continued looking at her, "Yes I did and I want to know what the hell that was all about. You say you don't have feelings for her but obviously you still do because you didn't move away. It's clear to me and probably Rachel that she still has a thing for you and I don't like it." The blonde mentioned putting an extra emphasis on she doesn't like it. She didn't understand why she was so bent out of shape about it, they weren't exclusive but she really likes her. It was something about the other woman that Brittany loved she guessed because she didn't make her feel stupid when she said things that made sense to her, but nonsensical to someone else, the way she cared and the way she makes her feel.
Santana turned her body to face Brittany and took her hand in hers and looked her in the eyes, "I don't have feelings for Q, we had a relationship it ended badly. There is really nothing left to say about that. I didn't move because I didn't want the pancakes to burn, I wanted them to be perfect like the rest of them were." She explained.
"Then why did she say that "No matter what you will always belong to her?" I know she took your virginity and she is the keeper of your secret but that doesn't make you hers." She didn't take her eyes away from the woman sitting beside her; she wanted to get her point across.
The brunette saw the intensity in her eyes behind those words, it was kind of scary and hot at the same time, "She always had this thing if she got something first then no matter what she still has a claim on it. It goes with the whole queen bee thing, just because she was head Cheerio she always thought she was the shit and could have anything and anyone she wanted including me."
Brittany chuckled at what she heard, that was definitely Quinn, "Well, she is going to have to get over it, because you are mine and there is no way I am giving you up without a fight." She didn't know where the possessiveness was coming from, but at the moment she could really care less.
Santana raised an eyebrow at this, she was no one's she belonged to herself, "Wait a minute, how did I become yours and please don't say we had sex because that would really be fucked up on so many levels." She continued looking at the blonde, first Q and now her it must be that Lopez magic.
The blonde looked at her, "When I met you at the bar I knew at that moment that I wanted you. I kept looking at the bar watching you and then you disappeared, it was disappointing to me. Then I found you and I decided that you would be mine." She finished.
"Oh wow a woman with confidence que sexy. What if you couldn't have me or I didn't feel the same?" Santana asked subconsciously moving her head closer to the blondes.
Brittany smirked and whispered, "I'm Brittany S. Pierce and I always get what I want, no one can ever say not to me."
Santana didn't know what to say to this, for once she was completely speechless, no one has ever said that to her before not even Quinn. She thought about this for a minute, this was way too much too soon, sure everything was going alright and it felt right but she didn't want to rush into anything or set it up to fail. Brittany is the first person in a long time that made her feel good and have the butterflies that she always wanted to feel. She had to figure out a way to tell the woman that she wants to take her time and not rush into anything without making her feel like she is not interested.
"Britt, I love your persistence it's actually a huge turn on but I want to take things slow and let them play out. I don't want to rush this and I'm sure you don't either; I've been hurt one too many times by love. I think we should continue getting to know each other a little better. I really do like you Brittany, but I want to do this right." She could not believe what she just said, usually she would say sure let's do this, but the blonde was different.
There was a pregnant pause before Brittany decided to answer, "Does this mean that we can still have sex?" She asked out of curiosity.
Santana gave her a look of confusion, "Brittany you know sex is not dating right?" She told her out right.
Brittany gave her a 'duh' look, "Yes I know sex is not dating, because if it was we would so totally be dating. Seriously though, I want to get to know you better too, but I am not dating other people I want to be exclusive with you." She told her bluntly.
She knew that she was not going to win this, "We can be exclusive, but we should hold off on the sex at least for a little while." The Latina compromised.
The blonde took a minute to think this over it made sense in some way the whole holding off on sex thing she may not be that bright, but she didn't want a relationship based on sex and lust once that's over there is really nothing left.
"Okay, we will hold off on sex until you feel that you're ready. We can still make out right?" She smiled sweetly.
Brittany does not give up Santana thought, "Yes we can still make out." She leaned in and kissed the blonde softly on the lip.
The pilot came over the intercom announcing that they were coming in for a landing and to fasten their seatbelts. Both women complied and waited for the plane to land each one wondering after their conversation how much is going to change between them. Brittany prayed to the heavens that Quinn was not home when she got there, because she didn't feel like dealing with her right now. Santana didn't want to deal with the whole casting party shit, yes she loved the cast but it's going to be hell on her and her staff, she closed her eyes.
"Ladies we have arrived, you may now exit the plane." The pilot mentioned.
The blonde and Latina unbuckled their seatbelts and stood up, taking each other's hand and walked off the plane, neither one saying a word. Martha just looked at the two of them and shook her head. She didn't think she would see the day when someone could tame Santana it was a relief because half the time she was hell on wheels and that was putting it lightly.
"I really had a great time yesterday and today, I don't want it to end." Brittany said as she was getting in the car.
Santana smiled, "I had a great time to, the day isn't completely over we will see each other again tonight at the party, you are going to be gorgeous and my father is going to love you. Besides you get to see the smokin' Naya "Fucking" Rivera and I can see the hottie HeMo and her bangin' body." She grinned.
Brittany raised her eyebrow, "You have a thing for Heather Morris? You really do go for the blondes don't you?"
The Latina started the car and smirked, "Yep and Dianna Agron too, something about blondes, but I have to watch myself though because Lea will probably kick my ass for hitting on her woman." She said off handedly.
"Get out of here Lea Michele and Dianna Agron are a couple?" She asked surprised, not believing this information that she had heard.
Santana nods, "Yep, but it's totally down low though, kind of like Naya and Heather even though Heather has a boyfriend they are still gay for each other."
Brittany just sat there not believing what she heard; when she thought about it kind of make sense because they were all too close for comfort. She wasn't going to dwell on that, what she really wanted to do was kiss the woman beside her like crazy. Santana pulled the car into the parking garage of Brittany's apartment building shutting off the car.
"I'm really sorry that our day got cut short, but tonight will definitely make it up to you." She gave her a reassuring smile.
The blonde melted at this how could she not be all for this woman right now, "I will definitely hold you too it. So what time do these cast parties usually end?" She asked wanting to more details.
"Honestly, they can go on for a pretty long time, but it's so much fun, you would definitely enjoy it. We can leave whenever you feel like leaving and you can crash at my place for the night that's only if you want." She replied casually, it was better for Brittany to stay with her instead of driving all the way across town just to bring her home. Santana looked at her wondering if she was going to say yes or no.
Brittany thought it over for a second going home with Santana would give her a chance to see where she lived plus it would get her away from Quinn and Rachel especially if they come back to the apartment. The last thing she wanted to do was hear the two of them go at it like animals on the discovery channel.
"I would love to San, it will keep me from listening to Q and Rachel moaning and cries of "oh baby right there" She said mocking Quinn. The Latina laughed at the blonde her impression was spot on.
The blonde opened the car door getting out, "You want to come upstairs with me for a moment? I promise I won't try anything." She asked sweetly.
Santana smirked and got out the car, "Just for a minute because I have to get down to the club, I've been ignoring pucks messages for like an hour now." They closed the doors and the Latina pushed the keys locking it and setting the alarm.
They walked hand in hand to the elevator and got on when the doors opened up. Neither one of them said a word as they exited the elevator on Brittany's floor; it was like no words were needed. The blonde opened up the door and pulled Santana in behind her before closing it.
"Quinn?" Brittany called out into the apartment. The blonde in question came out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel around her body and her hair was obviously wet from the shower took. Hazel eyes met dark brown eyes as Santana cleared her throat she was trying to shake the images that were running through her head. Brittany just stood there looking dumbfounded.
"Sorry, I wasn't expecting you home so soon. I'm just going to go." She said innocently or as innocent as she could get for her.
Santana was trying to look everywhere but at Quinn, she was praying to whoever was listening that she would be put out of her misery.
"I...I'm just going to uh go. I'll pick you up tonight for the party." She said looking directly at Brittany but she could see Quinn smirking out the corner of her eye. The blonde was totally fucked and not in a good way either.
Brittany dropped her hand and pouted she didn't want her to go, but she really didn't want the other blonde there right now anyways, "San can't you stay just a few more minutes longer? Please?' She asked adoringly.
This cause Quinn to gag but she covered it with a cough; she had never seen anything more sickening in her life. Sure she and Rachel had their moments but not the moments that the blonde and brunette was having.
"As cute as you look right now, I really need to get going and set things up for tonight." She stated rather uncomfortably.
"Am I missing something here?" She asked obviously confused, because last time she remembered the taller blonde was in the dark about the whole Santana thing.
Brittany gave her a smirk, "Oh yeah, I totally know the secret that you three have been hiding or well trying to hide." She was enjoying this.
Santana didn't say a word she was wondering what the blonde was trying to get at. Quinn looked over at her like she was supposed to give some kind of explanation again the taller blonde noticed this but didn't decide to stop there. The brunette was feeling totally uncomfortable with this whole situation, it felt like she was in the middle of some bad B drama movie.
"I'm just going to go. Brittany I'll see you later babe. Q make sure she is there on time." She walked out leaving a confused Brittany and an equally pissed off Quinn behind. Things have gotten a lot more complicated.
Santana made her way into the club and saw that mostly everything was put together, she went around checking everything and making sure it was up to standard. She paid attention to details, most people might call her a perfectionist but she has to have things all the way done and not half done. It was kind of hard to concentrate though because all she could think about was Quinn standing there in nothing but a towel on.
"Santana from the block has finally decided to show her face in the place." Puck taunted coming from the backroom with a hand full of glasses.
"Fuck you Puckerman; I said I was going to be here. Looks like you guys took care of everything, and the club is all in one piece." She continued looking around at the place impressed.
Puck leered at her, "Of course we know how you will raise hell if shit isn't right. We don't want to deal with hurricane S. Lo." He put the glasses down on the shelf behind the bar. "Did you get your clock cleaned yesterday?" He asked.
Santana just narrowed her eyes at him, "Is that all you care about? You know I don't tell so quit asking." Normally she would go on about her conquests, but this time it was a little different. She knew that most of those women she would never see again, but Brittany she would see again and again so she wanted to keep that much private.
"I take that as you got some, it's about damn time it seems like ages since you got your swerve on. I'm glad you did because you were more bitchier than usual." He joked; he is really the only one who can get away with stuff like that. If it was anyone else she would probably kick them in the balls.
"Whatever, I just wanted to make sure that everything is alright. Oh we're having a mini glee reunion, you know how it goes." She rolled her eyes trying to make it seem like she didn't care. Puck knew the truth though, she secretly loved glee club and it was the best part of her day.
"Please tell me your father is not going to have us perform for The Chorus like we did last year that was just embarrassing especially when half of us were drunk as hell."
They both cringed at that memory everyone was blitzed out their mind and their performance sucked big time. Everyone was nice about it, but they sucked balls.
"I don't think we are, but you never know with my dad. Brittany is coming as my date." She told him.
"Blondie is going to be your date? How in the hell did you explain that to her?" He asked clearly surprised, Santana never brought her date anywhere near these kinds of things especially since no one knew who she was.
"Yeah, she is I told her everything yesterday and she seemed pretty cool with it. We'll just have to see how everything plays out tonight to see if she is going to be a keeper or not." The brunette said nonchalantly because she knew that Brittany was definitely a keeper.
Puck touched her shoulder, "I don't want you to get hurt San, even though we had a thing back in the day I love you and I care about you." He told her.
The Latina looked at him smiling, "Trust me I'm not putting myself in a position to get hurt. Don't worry; now cut out the soft bullshit and finish doing the work, I'll holla at ya later." She turned and walked out of the club. Puck just shook his head he didn't expect anything less from her.
Sorry for the shortness of this chapter and lack of the drama…there will be some coming up I promise. If you haven't noticed I have a major crush on Naya Rivera she is freaking hot! She can do body shots off of me anytime *calms* umm right yeah, anyways, you know that to do review, review, review it equals love to me and crack to my muse