A/N: Okay I have some apologizes to make. First, I'm sorry this has taken me so long to update. I had severe writer's block and now things are looking up. Secondly, if the first chapter felt rushed I'm sorry and I also apologize if this one feels rushed too. I'm trying to slow down. And third, I'm sorry for my lack of New York City knowledge. I don't live there and it's probably obvious in the writing. Now a couple of people have asked about a Faberry storyline in this. I hadn't planned on it because honestly I don't get the relationship people see, don't get me wrong I do read the Faberry fanfics, but I just don't know how to write it. However I am willing to write them together if it's a huge demand.
Now I wanted to thank everyone for his or her wonderful reviews and support. I loved them. Anyways, new chapter ENJOY : )
Chapter Two
Brittany's POV
"Hey," Quinn greets me while I sit down at the kitchen table. She hands me a cup of coffee. "You wanna talk about it?"
"Not really. I feel bad though, I didn't mean to almost get her fired. I shouldn't have taken that stupid bet," I say while taking a sip of my coffee.
Quinn keeps looking at me. "What? Do I have something on my teeth?" My biggest pet peeve is getting something stuck in my teeth.
"No just you feel really bad about this don't you?" Quinn asks and I nod. "Why? You've gotten a couple waiters and waitresses fired in the past and you've never felt bad."
"I just, well I don't know I just feel bad okay?" I say defensively.
"Fine," Quinn says and leaves the topic alone for now. I make us breakfast. Yes I can cook and I'm really good at it. I got bored easily as a kid and it resulted in cooking. While I'm cooking I can feel a pair of eyes on me. I look down and I see Rex, my six-year-old golden retriever, staring at me with those big brown eyes. I smile down at him and give him a piece of bacon that he happily eats. I finish breakfast and Quinn and I eat in silence.
"I'm going to apologize to her," I randomly say ending the silence. Honestly, since the second our lips touched I felt electricity shot through my body. Now I'm determined to get to know her.
"I don't think that's a good idea," Quinn says while finishing her bacon.
"Why?" I'm a little confused. I usually never want to apologize and Quinn's usually the one who makes me.
"She looked really pissed. She got to keep her job so I don't see a reason for you to apologize," Quinn says.
"But I feel bad. What's with you? Usually you make me apologize," I say wanting to know the real reason behind Quinn's strange behavior.
Quinn sighs. "Obviously that girl doesn't have a problem with hitting you, I don't want you to get your ass kicked over nothing. This is strictly because I'm your best friend and don't want to see you get hurt."
"And I appreciate you're over protectiveness, but I need to do this," I say with conviction.
"Okay then call me if she goes all gangsta on your ass," Quinn says making both of us laugh.
Quinn goes back to her own apartment, something about getting some work done, I don't know. I decide to head over to my parents' house. They live in this huge mansion with marble floors. It takes a thirty minute train ride then a twenty minute taxi drive to even get their place. Luckily, it's the weekend and I don't have class on Monday. Sure I could've called, but this gives me some time to catch up with them. I'm really close to my dad. I've always been daddy's little girl.
When I get to the house I let myself in and go for the kitchen. No one's there so that means my dad's probably in his office. I walk to the end of the hallway to the big double wooden doors. My dad's office is part office part library. Books are lined all over the walls in the wooden bookshelves. Upon entering I see my dad sitting in his big leather chair with his head down and writing something.
"Hey dad," I greet him.
"Hi sweetheart," he greets surprised to see me. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"
"Oh I just wanted to visit my favorite father and thank you for the party last night," I tell him while taking a seat on the other side of the desk.
"Firstly, I'm your only father."
"Which makes you my favorite by default," we both laugh at that.
"And secondly, you're very welcome. I'm glad you had a good time. The day you were born was one of the happiest days of my life, so it needs celebrating," he says smiling at me. He tells me that every year.
"Thanks dad. So I need a favor."
He just laughs at me. "I knew there was a reason you were here."
"Oh come on you make it sound like I ask you for favors all the time," I say.
"You are a little better than your sisters, but I knew you wouldn't make the trip out here just to thank me," my dad says. He does know me after all.
"I actually wanted the name of the catering company from last night," I tell him.
"Sure," he starts writing down the name. "But why?"
"My friend thought they did an awesome job so he wanted the name for his next party," I lie to my dad. He doesn't need to know the real reason.
The only bad thing about my parents is they are a little judgmental of the working class. My older sister, Brie, dated a guy who worked in retail when she was in college and my parents threw a fit. They banned her from dating the guy and everything. Brie did date the guy secretly, but after two months he cheated on her and that was the end of them. Today, Brie is married to a successful accountant and they live in Seattle with their two children.
As for my sexual orientation, they are the best supportive parents ever. I came out my junior year in high school. They hugged me and told me they loved me. Brie was just as supportive and Katie, well Katie's her good disapproving self. She tolerates me being gay. When it comes to the girls I date my parents have been a little concerned. They haven't always liked some of the girls I've brought home. After a while I stopped bringing girls home. They loved Vanessa and were heartbroken to hear what she did to me. My mom pleaded her case for a while until my dad got her to stop.
My other sister, Katie and the middle child, never dated someone in the working class. She's really stuck up. She was born into money and has the snob attitude that goes with entitlement. Brie and I are a lot closer than Katie and I; however, Katie still lives in New York so we get together on a regular bases. Fortunately for me, she was out of town and couldn't come to my party last night. She's not a huge fan of my friends and her and Quinn rarely get along. Brie is thirty years old and Katie is only twenty-five.
"Yeah they did do a good job. Here you go," dad hands me a piece of paper with the company and address. They have a place in the city, that'll be my next stop.
"Did Katie call you?" dad asks.
"Yeah."
"You know she would've been there if she didn't have a medical thing in LA," dad says.
Oh yeah, Katie is just about to graduate from medical school and begin her residency at New York Presbyterian. She wants to be a cardiologist and it's one of the top hospitals for heart surgery. I may be daddy's little girl, but Katie is dad's pride and joy. See my dad is an accountant, along with Brie, but he's always wanted a doctor in the family. My parents tried to push me towards a lawyer or doctor rout, but it never interested me. I've always wanted to dance and when I got into Juilliard on my fantastic audition, my parents lightened up and accepted the fact that I was dancer. Dad has always been more supportive while my mom has been the tough one. I'm kind of the family's runt, you know the one that's really different from the others, and every family has one.
"I know dad," I tell him. "Well I'm going to go tell mom I said hi."
"Will do. Take care, princess," dad says.
I kiss him on the cheek and leave the house. I take the journey back to the city and head straight for the catering company. The building is small and looks old, but when I walk inside I'm instantly hit with the smell of baked goods. A short Asian woman, who couldn't have been older than myself, is standing at the counter. She looks familiar; she was probably a waitress from last night.
I walk up to the counter. "Hi."
"Hello how may I help you?" she asks then begins staring at me. "Wait you're the girl from last night."
"Yeah you guys catered my party, great job by the way," I tell her and add a sweet smile.
"Thanks. What can I," but before she can finish a small brunette interrupts.
"Tina how many times do I have to tell you that the boxes with the holes have to stay on top of everything else and you didn't fill the van up with gas yesterday." The tiny brunette is bossy.
"Rachel can't you see I'm with a customer," Tina says motioning to me.
"Oh I am so sorry. Welcome how may we be of service?" Rachel asks with a sickeningly sweet smile. "Oh my god I know you."
I kind of just stare at her not really knowing what to say. "You're Brittany Pierce. I've seen you dance a few times you're amazing."
"Thanks. I'm too bad," remember modesty is the key.
"No you're really good. I'm an aspiring Broadway star; I go to a lot of the Juilliard performances. You're practically their star," Rachel says in a fan girl way.
"Well you're too kind. I was actually wondering if you guys could help me out?" I ask. If she's a fan she'll probably do anything.
"Sure what is it?" Rachel asks.
"I was wondering if you could give me Santana's address?" I ask.
"We're really not allowed to give out that information," Tina says.
"And I completely understand, but you were there I made a complete ass out of myself and I really wanted to apologize in person," I sincerely tell them.
"Yeah you did make an ass out of yourself and she was really pissed," Tina says.
"Tina!" Rachel exclaims. "I'm sure there was a perfectly good reason to Ms. Pierce's behavior."
"Oh you can call me Brittany," I tell Rachel and she eats it up. Seriously, girls are easy sometimes. "Listen I wouldn't be here if I didn't feel really bad about it. I just want to make sure no harm was done."
Tina looks at me while Rachel looks like she's going to cave any moment. I'm giving them my best 'please' eyes.
Tina huffs. "Fine if she asks we didn't give it to you. Rachel go get Santana's address."
Rachel runs off to the back and within seconds she back handing me a piece of paper.
"Thank you so much. I owe you two big time," I tell them.
"By the way, they didn't fire her or anything just so you know," Tina says as I begin walking out the door. This brings a smile to my face.
I look at the address and immediately know where I'm going. I hop onto the subway and head towards Queens. She lives in one of those apartment houses. As I'm stepping off the subway my phone starts ringing.
"Hey," I answer.
"How's the apology journey going?" Quinn asks as soon as I pick up my phone.
"I'm heading to her house now," I tell Quinn.
"Well good luck," she says and we say our goodbyes before hanging up.
I finally reach the home. I walk up the stomp's steps and knock on the door. I wait outside, but not so patiently. I'm getting nervous and I don't know why. The door opens and an older woman stands there. The woman looks like an older version of Santana.
"Um hi I'm looking for Santana Lopez," I say with a slight stutter.
"I'm her mother and she's at work right now," the woman informs me with a sweet motherly tone.
"Oh do you know when she gets home?" I ask. I'm a little surprised since I just came from the catering company and didn't see her there.
"May I ask who you are and how you know my daughter?" she asks. It's a reasonable question.
"Of course. I'm Brittany Pierce and I met Santana last night. She was a waitress at my party."
"Oh," she says. "And you're looking for her because…?"
"May I be honest Mrs. Lopez?"
"Please do."
I can't believe I'm admitting this to her mother. "I stupidly made a bet with my friends and put the moves on your daughter. My behavior was unacceptable and I came to apologize to Santana."
Mrs. Lopez studies me for a moment. "She'll be home in ten minutes you can wait inside," she opens the door some more allowing me in, "and I'm Maria."
I internally smile; I could always charm parents. I walk into the small house and take notice of the pictures lining the walls. There are some of Santana, some of her as a child, and then some of her with a little girl, probably a niece or cousin. I follow Maria into the kitchen.
"Nina come pick up your toys!" Maria yells.
Small babies and stuff animals liter the kitchen and hallway floors. A little girl runs into the kitchen. She can't be any older than three maybe four.
"Abuela, Dora Explorer is on," the girl whines.
"And you can watch as soon as you pick up the toys."
The girl notices me and looks at me with big brown eyes. She's the same girl from the pictures in the hallway. Those eyes are identical to Santana's and she has short black hair. She's absolutely adorable in her jeans, little black chucks, and blue t-shirt.
"Who are you?" she asks with a serious tone that causes me to laugh a little.
"Nina this is Brittany," Maria introduces.
"It's nice to meet you Nina," I say smiling to the girl.
Nina keeps studying me. "You're pretty."
"Thank you. You're really cute," I tell her sweetly.
Nina blushes slightly then begins picking up her toys.
"Coffee Brittany?" Maria asks.
"No thank you I'm fine." I take a seat at the kitchen table.
Maria soon joins me after making herself a cup of coffee. "So explain this bet to me."
Something about this woman makes me want to open up to her. It's probably out of fear because she looks like a woman who can pack a punch. She seems really sweet, but she's managed to put the fear of god into me.
"Well you see I was a little drunk, it was my birthday," I start.
"Happy birthday," she says.
"Thanks and you see my friends were making fun of me because I said that Santana was flirting with me. But I started the flirting first," I quickly add on incase Santana was really straight.
"Hmmhmm continue," she says as if the information doesn't surprise her.
"Okay um, my friends said she was just doing her job and being nice and I said I could get her and that's where the bet takes place," I finish and let out a breath I had holding.
"The bet was that you could get my daughter, but your friends didn't believe it," Maria states. It really wasn't a question just verification. I nod my head.
"Well I see and do you have feelings for my daughter?" Maria asks. I didn't expect that question.
"Um it's I mean," I begin stuttering and luckily Nina walks into the room. Saved by the kid.
"Britty," she says cutely. "Could you pwease hand me Ducky?"
I follow her gaze to a duck that's sitting on the table. I hand her the duck and say, "He's cute. I love ducks."
"Rwelly?" she asks with wide eyes.
"Yeah they're the coolest animals out there," I tell her.
"Mommy and I go to the park and feed dem," she says. "Do you feed dem?"
"Sometimes," I tell her.
"You should come wit us," she says and I just laugh.
This little girl has to be the cutest child ever. Suddenly I hear the door open and Nina runs to greet the person. "Mommy, mommy, mommy you're home. Guess what I met this pretty girl who likes ducks."
"Oh really that's great," and in walks Santana holding the little girl.
Shit, Santana has a kid and I almost got her fired! If I didn't feel guilty before now I've reached a whole new level. When Santana sees me she has a mixture of shock and anger written on her face. Santana puts Nina down.
"What are you doing here?" she asks coldly.
I visibly gulp from the tone, but quickly regain my composure. "I was wondering if we could talk for a second."
"Outside," she demands.
I follow her outside and once the door is closed she immediately lays into me. "You have no right to come here, into my home after what you pulled last night."
"I know, I know and if you'll give me a second I can explain," I try to reason with her.
"You have ten seconds," she says.
"Okay I thought you were really cute and were flirting back with me, my friends said you were being nice and bet me that I couldn't get you. I'm really sorry it was a stupid bet and I shouldn't have taken it. I felt so bad that I needed to come here and apologize," I say in one breath.
She studies me with the same look that Nina gave me earlier, like mother like daughter.
"You have a cute daughter," I say trying to ease the situation.
"Don't," she warns.
I put my hands up defensively. "Fair enough. If you're willing I would really like to make it up to you. Dinner, lunch, breakfast, you name it."
"You owe me nothing."
"Please, give me a chance to show you I'm not the spoiled rich girl that made some stupid bet with her other rich friends," I say knowing full well what the stereotypes were for my people. I have several working class friends and I know what they say behind my back.
"I'm not leaving until you accept," I sweetly tell her. She ponders for a moment.
"Fine lunch," she says.
We exchange cell numbers and right before I leave, with a huge smile on my face, Santana says, "And Brittany this isn't a date."
"I know," I say, but that doesn't wipe the smile from my face as I walk down the street and towards the subway.
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