Prompt:- "V-Day prompt?"
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Santana is running late. Something she doesn't usually like doing anyway, but especially not when she's meeting Brittany. And especially not today.
She looks down at the bouquet in her gloved hand and frowns again, rolling her eyes. She'd gotten the flowers at the crack of dawn before class this morning because she figured that today would be batshit crazy for florists and she didn't have time to go down there during the day and fight with the hoards for a decent bouquet, (and she didn't want to have them delivered to Brittany because she wants to hand them to her girlfriend herself). But because she's an idiot and was in such a rush to get to class when she'd gotten back to her dorm she'd forgotten to leave the flowers in water…and now they're a little worse for wear. They still looked okay, and she'd pulled out the ones that definitely looked half dead, but Santana wanted tonight to be perfect and it was already off to a bad start. The day had been building so well; excited texts from her beautiful girlfriend trying to weasel out of Santana what she had planned for tonight beyond what she'd told her about expecting a swanky night, a few quick phone calls between classes filled with anticipation – her plan to make their first Valentine's Day in New York perfect seemed like it might actually go smoothly.
But now here she is, running late to pick up her girlfriend from her dorm at Juilliard, (thanks to her stupid orgo professor who just kept talking and talking), and with a day-old looking bouquet of flowers to boot. Surely the night can only go up from here.
Santana makes her way as quickly as possible from the subway to Brittany's building, shivering in the cold and cursing at anything and everything that gets in her way, even though she's mostly the one hitting people with the overnight bag slung over her shoulder. A few people are leaving the dorms as Santana approaches so she slips in after them, wanting to surprise her girlfriend at her door rather than having to be buzzed in.
She takes a minute to bask in the warmth of the building, taking off her scarf and gloves, before taking the lift up to Brittany's floor. She greets a few people she knows as she's walking down the hall, blushing when one of them tells her Brittany has been excited about tonight all day. Santana's stomach flutters but more than anything she feels nervous. She wants tonight to be perfect. She wants to do something perfect for Brittany, who deserves so much more than Santana can give her right now, maybe ever.
Taking a deep breath she knocks on Brittany's door, but that breath is stolen right from her lungs when the door opens to reveal her girlfriend. Brittany just looks so incredibly beautiful and Santana can't talk for a second, too caught up in wondering how it's even possible that someone like Brittany wants to be with her. How it's even possible that she has this life.
But it seems Santana's not the only one struggling, the shy smile and awed look in the blonde's eyes giving her feelings away too.
"You look so beautiful," Brittany tells her, and Santana feels her cheeks flush, her eyes darting down to the flowers in her hand. Sometimes Brittany's sincerity is almost too much. Like Santana's still not used to being so overwhelmed by it. She hopes she never is.
"So do you, Britt. You look incredible."
Santana couldn't even tell you what Brittany is wearing because she hasn't taken notice of much else besides her girlfriend's face, the wide smile and glowing cheeks. She always thinks Brittany is beautiful, whether the blonde is dressed to the nines or tired and lounging around in sweats, but tonight she just looks so Brittany. So open and full of excitement and it makes Santana tingle all over.
Santana remembers the flowers in her hand and thrusts them forward awkwardly, almost punching Brittany in the stomach, which makes the blonde giggle. She has no idea why she's feeling so nervous, like it's their first date or something. And they've gone out plenty of times since they've been in New York. But this is their first Valentine's Day in the city and she wants to make it special, even though she thought the holiday was stupid before Brittany came along. She thought a lot of things were stupid before Brittany came along.
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They walk to the restaurant hand in hand, Brittany leaning close to her as she tells Santana about her day. It's nothing they haven't done before, but tonight it feels different, tonight it feels like forever. Santana has been thinking about the future a lot, and while she's trying not to get too caught up in thoughts of an apartment together, marriage, tiny humans…sometimes her brain just carries her away with them. Like tonight.
When they get to the ridiculously overpriced restaurant Santana meticulously picked out after trawling through pages and pages of online reviews, Santana gives the host her name and then glances around the restaurant, pleased that they've made it a bit more festive for the night but haven't gone overboard with the balloons and hearts. She looks back at the host and watches as the guy looks down at his reservation sheet, her anxiety growing the longer he takes to find her name. He looks up at her and Santana's stomach sinks because she knows something is wrong.
"Did you make a reservation?"
Santana nods. "Like a month ago."
He frowns and glances down at the sheet again. "Did you confirm it with us when we called?"
"Of course I…" Santana cuts herself off as her mind goes back to that phone call last week. She was in the middle of a lecture and listened to the voicemail afterwards. She'd gone to call back but been interrupted by friends and then she just…forgot. Fuck.
The guy gives her a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry but because it's such a busy night we need reservations confirmed otherwise we give them away."
Santana feels her face flush again, this time with embarrassment, and she can't bring herself to look up at her girlfriend. She can't believe she fucking forgot. She's usually so meticulous about this stuff. She feels so stupid.
She hears Brittany thank the guy and then feels a tug on her hand, her girlfriend leading her back out onto the street. Santana still can't look up at her.
"I'm so sorry, Britt."
"It's okay," Brittany tells her, tightening her hold her on hand and coming to stand in front of her.
"But it's our first Valentine's Day in the city. I wanted it to be special. I made you get all dressed up."
A gloved finger tilts her chin up so that brown eyes lock with blue before Brittany is pressing a lingering kiss to her lips.
"It will be special. Whatever we do will be special because we're together."
-x-
They end up getting take-out and changing into their pjs, cuddling in Brittany's room while marathoning Marvel movies and sharing a bottle of wine. It's nothing like the fancy night Santana had planned but Brittany seems more than happy and her disappointment slowly fades.
When Iron Man 3 ends Brittany pulls away from Santana and turns to look at her, a big grin on her face.
"I know we said we weren't going to do presents because we can acknowledge this greeting card holiday without contributing to our society's rampant consumerism, but…" Brittany bites her lip and Santana feels her heart flutter because it's so fucking cute, "I got you a present."
Brittany gets up and bounds over to her desk, opening the bottom drawer and pulling out a small gift-wrapped package before sitting back down, this time across from Santana.
"Happy Valentine's Day," Brittany says to her, leaning forward to kiss her on the cheek, then offering the gift to Santana.
The brunette feels her heart swell in her chest. Her fingers shake a little as she handles the package and carefully rips at the paper, and out of the corner of her eye she can see Brittany bouncing with excitement next to her.
Santana pulls away the paper and takes a sharp intake of breath, biting her lip to combat the flood of emotion threatening to overwhelm her.
Brittany bought her a stethoscope. A blue stethoscope.
"I know you won't be using it for a few years," Brittany rushes to explain, looking a little nervous at Santana's silence, "but you're going to be a great doctor and I wanted to get you something to show you how proud of you I am." Brittany waits for Santana to look up, watery brown eyes locking with fierce blue. "I'm so proud of you for following your dreams, Santana. You're so brave and I know sometimes you doubt yourself because we all doubt ourselves, but I want you to know that I never will."
Santana feels a tear slide down her cheek and smiles, her heart so filled with love. This is all she's ever wanted. Someone to believe in her. Someone to be proud of her. And she knows that there's no one on earth as proud of her as Brittany. No one who believes in her as much.
She rushes forward and pulls Brittany into a fierce kiss, the blonde's arms settling around her back. When the kiss breaks they stay close, foreheads pressed together, big smiles on their faces.
"Thank you Britt. I love you."
Brittany pecks her lips again. "I love you."
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A couple of hours later they're naked and sweaty and wrapped up in each other in Brittany's bed, pale fingers running along tan skin.
"You know I totally wouldn't object to a little doctor patient roleplay," Brittany says with a smirk. "Now that you've got the props to make it authentic."
Santana chuckles and kisses along Brittany's collarbone. "I knew there were ulterior motives."
"I'd be lying if I said I'd never fantasised about Doctor Lopez wearing her stethoscope."
Brittany thrusts her knee against her and Santana hisses.
"Only wearing her stethoscope."
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