A/N: so hey guys, here's another chapter. hope you guys will like it :) feel free to leave a review. and again, no, i don't own Glee.

CHAPTER 4

..."We're here," Santana said...

Then, Brittany noticed that they're parked in front of a prestigious restaurant. It was an Asian restaurant that served all kinds of Asian cuisin - Korean, Japanese, Chinese and other specialties. She knows that restaurant. Someone who dines in that restaurant spends a whole lot of money, and it's no joke. Aside from the food, the whole establishment is world class and every diner has their own chef and waiter. She smiled to herself. Revenge is indeed at hand... and it's a bitch.

Santana quickly left the driver's side after killing the engine of the car and went to her side to open the door of the passenger's side. But even before Santana went near her side, she already opened the door and went out. She smiled secretly when the woman was stopped on her tracks and she looked like insulted to what she did. Brittany didn't even wait for Santana to guide her through entering the restaurant. She pulled her own chair when they reached the table at the corner. If this woman wants to do this chivalry thing just to impress and get her attention, she's rather not give her the chance to do so. A scowl was evident on the other woman's face when they were settled. "Won't you really let me do that gentlemanly acts? or uhm, gentlewomanly acts?"

Brittany smiled sarcastically. "I'm not expecting you to be a gentleman... nor a gentlewoman." Again, she knows that she hit something there. The other woman was about to say something when the waiter for their table approached their table along with the chef who'll be cooking for them. She let Santana order first. The woman ordered chinese food.

"How about you, Ma'am?" the waiter turned to her to which she secretly waved them off signaling them not to greet her. They seemed to get what she was telling them because she was given the professional treatment. "Fresh fruits in caramel dip, please and pineapple juice. That's all! and please make sure to do the usual, okay?" Brittany said. Santana Lopez' brow furrowed. "Certainly, Ma'am," said the waiter before turning his back.

"You'll just eat fruits? And what's 'the usual'?" Santana said the moment the waiter and the chef left.

"You'll see."

Santana didn't comment on that anymore. She smiled secretly upon noticing the woman's discomfort. It seems like this oh so powerful woman doesn't even know how to open a topic, seeing the brunette tapping her fingers on the table proves it all. She already caught the woman staring at her a couple of times and averting her gaze everytime she caught her. Then she thought and doubted her judgment about the arrogance of the woman because in just this short span of time, she's already noticed a lot of inconsistency in her personality. Well, it seems like the other woman got to release the breath she's been holding when the food arrived at their table. From time to time, she still catches the woman staring at her. She just quickly averts her eyes that she just asnwers with a shrug. However, no matter how much she ignores the brunette, she can't really avoid not to be affected by her presence. It's because the amazed stares and gazes of the men and well, also the women that were given to them weren't unnoticed by her.

"Would you llike some champagne?" Santana offered after eating their meal.

Brittany raised her brow. Oh, so Miss Lopez also knows how to ask. She though this woman was the kind of person who doesn't know how to ask for the opinion of others. She then asked, "Champagne? What for?" Is there something for them to celebrate?

"No. Nothing," the Latina said. Then she called for the waiter to ask for their bills. With that, the waiter approached them quickly. Brittany felt excitement bubbled into the pit of her stomach when she saw the waiter carrying and handing them two bills.

There you go.

"What's the meaning of this?" Santana said when she saw the bills and she seemed pissed.

"As you can see, there are two separate bills. Which means, we should pay for our own meals." Brittany flashed her a smile saying that she scored another point against her.

"I won't allow that! Never have I ever allowed the woman I'm with to pay for themselves!" She protested. Her dark eyes were fuming with anger, but her voice remained calm. She can't hide the fact that she's angry though because her face face is now red with anger. She drastically brought her wallet out and took out her credit card from it. She grabbed the bills then handed it to the waiter along with her credit card.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am, but Miss Pierce's bill is already paid. Every staff that works here knows that it's Miss Pierce's rule. That is 'the usual'," explained the waiter. Brittany smiled but she was feeling a bit nervous. Her brother's staff are well-trained. This restaurant is just one of the chains of restaurants her brother owns. The people who they trust manage their other branches because her brother lived at another country. Her brother's been convincing her to manage the restaurants but she keeps on rejecting the offer because she's still in college and she doesn't really like handling their business.

"Give her a refund! Damn it!" Santana snarled at the waiter.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am, but we stick to our customers' usual preferences, especially Mss Pierce's. Unless she tells us to do otherwise."

Santana Lopez looked at her with narrowed eyes. "Brittany, don't put me in this situation."

That's what you get for being too impudent. She laughed at was she thought. "That's my rule, Lopez. I've been doing it since the beginning, and I've never broken that rule. Most especially, you will not be the one to break the things I've always done so live it it!" she told her with a shrug.

"I won't allow that!" Santana turned to the waiter. "Call your manager or the owner. You do what I say or I'll sue all of you. And I'm telling you, you don't want to mess with me," she threatened.

Brittany told the waiter to leave and then she turned to face Santana Lopez. "I represent the owner. On what grounds would you sue us?"

She looked doubfounded. "You represent the owner? What the - ?" relaziation then dawned on the woman's face. "Oh, I get it! Your family owns this place."

"Why, Lopez, what kind of woman do you usually date? Im'm not doing this because of you. I've been doing this since a long time ago, so don't feel humiliated. This is the kind of life I live," she told her. For the impudent and big ego-ed people like her, what she said surely was an insult.

But you deserve it.

"Can't you just break it? It's total nonsense. Would we always be like this everytime we go to a restaurant? Would we always fight about -" she was cut off by Brittany before she even finished what she's trying to say.

"Whoa! Hold it. What restaurant are you talking about? Let me make it clear to you, Lopez. I have no plans to be invovlved with someone like you. So this?" she said pointing her hand back and forth towards him and back at her for emphasis, "this will be the first and the last time that I come with you. And me paying for my own meal is not nonsense!"

"Okay, forget the nonsense part," Santana.

"Can't you say you're sorry?" Brittany asked.

"Sorry? Come on, Brittany. My pride and reputation is at stake here."

She scoffed. "Yeah, right. It would totally ruin your reputation. I'm telling you, santana Lopez, it is not in my plan to be involved with you and never it will be." Yeah, her impression was totally right.

"Too late, babe, because you already caught my attention."

"I don't want any attention, Lopez! Ugh. I can't believe this!" she said while shaking her head from side to side. She chose to ignore the endearment she used, but the wild beating of her heart didn't go unnoticed. She calmed herself down before looking at her watch. "So, will you still bring me home or not? I need to be home by now. My little boy is waiting." Then, she stood and left for the restaurant's exit.

Santana immediately followed her towards the door. "Y-you have a son?" she asked with wide eyes, not believing what she just heard.