"Are you going to the flower shop now?" Kurt asked Brittany as they were getting close to the street.

Isn't it obvious? She was dying to meet Santana again and when she have a clue where she may be would she stay in her apartment? "Yeah, I am!"

"Of course you are. That was a dumb question. Do you want me to join you?" he'd probably stay there trying to embarrass her and tease her for God knows how long.

"No! I mean... No, thanks Kurt!" so he signaled for a taxi. "I'll call you after I meet. It might not be her." he opened the door. That was fast. Brittany turned around, took a breath and started to walk.

Kurt shouted from the car "Don't forget to take the bag!". She forgot the whole purpose of the stalking was to return the brown bag. And where the hell she left the bag?

She ran to her place wondering where she could have left the bag. It wasn't on her purse, neither the kitchen table. Her worry was growing fast as she was climbing the stairs. Maybe Prince took it to exchange with the cat. She unlocked her door.

"Prince, you need to help me!" the dog tackled her to the floor and licked her face. "Not this help. Where did I leave that brown bag?" he continued his greeting. Brittany pushed him and got up trying to shake out the white fur from her black shirt. The fur remained.

Not in her bed, under her bed, the nightstand. Not in the bathtub, the toilet, the newspaper/Prince's toilet. Not in the couch, the floor, behind the TV. Not in the kitchen table, the chairs. The fridge! She left there thinking it could be some kind of food because it was on a brown bag. You put food on a brown bag, right? Other stuff have their own colour of bag. Like pink bags use to carry tiny dogs.

On her way to the door Prince was sitting there holding his leash waiting. Can you bring a dog into a flower shop? There's no food in there, or babies. Placing the leash around his neck she closed the door behind her and went downstairs. From her apartment the flower shop was 6 streets up and one to the left.

Would the door be open? If the flowers were arranged on a stand outside it probably was going to be open. They don't have shifts on flower shops, right? Five streets left. What if Prince can't go in like on the building? Would she come out if she called her name? Santana, hi. I don't know if you remember me. I'm Brittany.

Four streets. Too desperate, she can say no and walk away. Hi, I found your brown bag on the street. Three days ago. Three streets. I could just pass through the shop, see if she's there and leave the bag with a note 'I found it on the street'. Two streets. But that's going to end the interaction. It's not the time for an end. Just don't screw up. One street. Maybe it wasn't her, or she lied about her name. She can be on the other side of the town drinking champagne with her... Santana.

The brunette with her dark brown eyes and her white teeth was there cleaning some leafs from the counter. The door was open, no signal forbidding animals, she was ten feet away from her. Brittany entered the shop as Santana was taking the dirt away.

A beep announced her entrance. "I'll be right back!" she didn't look back and exited the place. Brittany took her surroundings, many stands disposing a big variety of plants. Cut flowers to the right and potted flowers to the left. Next to the counter was bright ribbons, birthday cards, valentine cards and on the counter was drawn the same hibiscus of the shop's card.

"May I help you?" Brittany turned around and meet Santana staring at Prince. "Hey, junkie doggy!" she smiled contouring the counter to pet him. Lucky dog. "Hi, Brittany. How did you find me here?" and those gorgeous eyes distracted Brittany for some seconds.

"Hey, hmm... a friend told me that you worked here." or his boyfriend inquired he.

"Really? Who?" Santana asked still petting Prince.

"Blaine. He dates one of my long time friend." Please, she can't ask why he would just share this knowledge.

"Oh, Blaine from the big apartment? The last time we meet I was delivering some flowers at his place. He loves any white flower." Thanks God!

"They're beautiful!" Santana looked down all coy.

"Thank you." going back to the counter "Do you need anything else? Maybe some tulips, orchids? Though you seem more like a daisy person."

Yellow daisies. Her mother used to have them on the garden. During spring she used to rip as many as she could, but her mom shouted at her and said she killed the flowers. She never ripped another plant since that day.

"I love yellow daisies. How did you know?"

"Flowers tell a lot about a person and as a florist I must know them." she shrugged off. Santana grabbed a vase of daisies and involved with a blue ribbon handing it to Brittany.

"Oh, I don't know how to take care of a plant. They always die. I'm too dumb" mumbling the last phrase and lowering her gaze to Prince.
Santana placed the vase on the counter and tapped Brittany slightly on her shoulder. "But you can take care of Prince. It's much harder than taking care of a plant." Brittany looked at her eyes " And if you need any help you can come to me!" they both smiled.

"Ok." searching through her purse for her wallet she found the brown bag. "I almost forgot it. Here, you dropped it on the street last time."

Taking the bag Santana was glowing "Oh my God! I thought I lost it forever. Thank you." she opened the bag and took out several packages of seeds. "I hope they are still in use, they don't handle the heat very well. And New York weather is being a real bitch lately."

"I kept them on a fridge. I thought it was some kind of food. Sorry!"

"On a fridge? Don't be sorry, you probably saved them! Thank you, Britt." her heart skipped a beat. Many people call her Britt, but Santana saying it sounded like Tchaikovsky or Britney Spears.

"Erh, Santana, are you doing anything tomorrow?" did it sound like she was asking her on a date?

"I'm going to a club with my friend." She was beautiful, what made her thinking she would be doing nothing on a Friday night? "Do you want to join us?"

"If it won't bother you I'd love to." Unless this friend was actually her date and she was going to play the third wheel.

"Of course not! Meet us in the club on the 42nd with the 5th around 11 pm. We'll probably be close to the bar." she laughed.

A beep sounded and a client said "I'm looking for some flowers." Good place to look for them. "My daughter is pregnant and her boyfriend just left her."

"I must go." Brittany picked her wallet from her purse but Santana stopped her.

"My treat." and winked at her. This time it definitely was directed to her. "See you tomorrow, Britt."

"Bye Santana!" and with that she exited the shop.

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