"Sorry, sorry, I know I'm late." Santana said as she rushed through the door quickly putting her apron on.
"It's fine, it's fine, you're not that late, Santana." Marie smiled. "Pretty little blonde was asking after you Friday night. She asked me to give you this" She said handing Santana the note.
Santana looked confused and opened the note. It read –
Came to see you Friday night. You weren't here. Maybe catch you next week. X –Brittany.
Santana read the note over and over, smiling each time.
"She's cute, looked awful sad when I said you weren't here." Marie teased.
Santana laughed. "Shut up."
/
"So, how was the other night?" Brittany asked Rachel as they were both working in the office.
"It was good, really good. Me and Quinn talked a little more, she's really nice, you know." Rachel said.
"She's hot too." Brittany joked. "Does Rachel want a piece of Ms Fabray?"
"Of course not." Rachel said. "I mean, yes she's beautiful and stuff but but-"
"Calm down, Rach, I was kidding." Brittany shook her head.
"How is the new guy settling in?" Rachel asked.
"Artie? Fine. Tina's been showing him around and how everything works. I think she's got a bit of a soft spot for him."
"Aw, they'd be cute together." Rachel cooed.
"Yeah.." Brittany agreed.
Brittany got back to working on laptop, doing paperwork, emailing important people who she didn't really care for, organizing shoots and things. As she worked her mind often wandering to Santana. Her voice kept echoing in Brittany's mind and she didn't know why. She wanted to go to the coffee house and see her, but she would seem too eager. She didn't really mind about that, she was confident, when she wanted something, she would go after it, and she would get it. Any other time, Brittany just went for a girl in a club, put on her charms, and left the girls apartment before she woke. With Santana she didn't want any of that, it wasn't like normal, she didn't want normal. When she saw Santana she saw how shy she was, how delicate she was. Brittany had a strange urge to want to protect her, to hold her in her arms forever, and never have her exposed to this cruel world again. She was thinking about her too much, it was nonstop. She knew it was silly, she barely knew the girl, but there was something intriguing about her and she defiantly wanted to find out more.
/
Santana sighed and sat down on her break as she had just had to deal with some very rude customers. Some high class, business guys, who thought they could speak to her anyway they liked. Of course she didn't say anything, but she was sick of this job. The coffee house was quite empty, it was 10:51 on a Monday so it wasn't that busy. She sat back trying to relax and little and got out her notebook and pen from her pocket. She put her hot chocolate down on the table and began scribbling something on the paper. She raised her head when she noticed Brittany walked in. Brittany. The beautiful blonde who made her blush furiously, and her heart race. Santana watched the blonde's every move as she walked up the counter, and began to order. Suddenly a hint of jealously raced through Santana when Brittany laughed at something Marie had said to her. She looked back down and continued writing, she didn't think Brittany had seen her, but he so desperately wanted to go and see her, well speak to her. Say Hi, question the note she left, ask why she wanted to her last Friday. Santana was completely ripped from her thoughts when she heard footsteps walking towards her, the familiar sound of Brittany's heels. She didn't look up at first, not until Brittany spoke.
"Hey, you." Brittany smirked, taking at seat at the table where Santana was writing an placing her coffee down.
Santana shut her book and placed her pen down. She looked up at locked eyes with Brittany, taking in how blue they are, beautiful. She could of got lost in them.
"H-hi, I got your note.." Santana said.
"Yeah. Shame you weren't here. What are you writing?" Brittany asked.
"Oh nothing, just doodling, you know."
Brittany reached over for Santana's book. "May I?"
Santana bit her lip a little and nodded up at Brittany.
Brittany smiled at Santana to try and reassure her, she could tell she was nervous. She made Santana nervous and she knew it. She opened up the book and flipped through endless passes of little drawing, small segments of poetry Santana had wrote. It was beautiful, all of it. Her words were beautiful.
"Wow. That's amazing, Santana." Brittany said.
"No, no, it's just."
"It's amazing, don't doubt yourself, okay?"
"Okay. Why did you want to see me anyway?" Santana questioned taking a sip from her cup.
"Who wouldn't want to see you?" Brittany winked. "So we could do this, I guess. So I could talk with you."
"I like talking to you."
"I like talking to you." Brittany repeated.
"Where have you moved to New York from? You said you recently moved here." Brittany asked, but before Santana could speak Marie shouted her over from the counter.
"Breaks over, San." She said.
Santana nodded and stood up. She opened her notebook and quickly wrote something on a page and ripped it out. She folded it tightly and put it the palm of Brittany's hand.
"I owe you a note." She said. "You can't open it yet though."
"I won't." Brittany assured her, and stood up. "I'll see you again, San."
Santana swooned at the nickname. "See you."