"It's that building" she pointed to her place. Santana parked her car and they went upstairs. Brittany unlocked the door and closed it again turning around to face the girl. "It must be a total mess, Prince might jump in you, I'm not always sure, and don't worry I'm not going to kill you." Santana laughed and Brittany walked in.
Prince was on the couch and pretended he hadn't seen her, he was probably mad because she didn't take him for a walk. She saw her drafts all over the places, those ones weren't for work they were mostly about thin lines of brown hair and big brown eyes, also some flowers she started to notice during her day. They were big and small, colorful and unicolor.
"Hey, junkie!" Santana said to the dog and he instantly got out of the couch waiting for a petting hand. "What are all those?" she picked up a piece of paper from the floor while petting Prince.
"They're just drawings I do while I wait for more books." she shrugged off.
"What do you do?" Santana asked turning her head to her. Brittany realized how little they actually talked.
"I illustrate children's book." Brittany replied.
"Really? I must have read one of them. Could you show me one?" she had a shelf where she placed her works. When people asked to see one of them she usually lead it to another subject or said it wasn't for their age. She was afraid they'd look at it and think it was lame or ugly or something that wasn't worth to look. Only Quinn saw them. And in the near future, Santana.
"Sure, they're the ones on that shelf." she pointed to the thin and colorful books across the living room.
Santana reached for one and started to read it while Brittany tried not to stare at her. At least, not for very long. The book's name was Talking To The Lake. Brittany knew which pages used to make the kids smile. Santana smiled at the right ones and looked interested on the story.
As she finished she said, "I already read it!" and smiled. "I really liked that the Lake didn't let the rock drawn, he simply welcomed the new resident. The kids at the hospital really like this one."
The statement made her heart sing alleluias and Christmas's songs. "Tell me something about you now." she patted next to her on the couch.
"My dad wished I'd become a Doctor, but I dropped out and it all went wild. Long story short, my mother gave me the savings she had for my college and I moved here." Brittany felt like there was more to it than Santana said. "I wanted to be a singer since I was a kid. Now I know it is not for everyone. Actually, I think I would have gone crazy if things didn't work out. And if it did I would have gone even crazier, maybe marry a random guy on the way, take too many naked pictures and forget about my old friends." Santana put the book back to the shelf and sat next to Brittany.
"I don't think so." and both of them shared a small smile.
Brittany locked eyes with Santana and felt like falling into a deep dark wheel that never ended. It was scary how much she wanted to get closer and how seconds felt like hours. All Brittany wanted was to kiss her. But Santana broke the eye contact.
"So, where are the flowers?" she looked around the living room.
Breaking out of the spell she stood up going towards the kitchen counter where the flowerpot was. Santana might have gone to Hogwarts during college. Or maybe somewhere else since Hogwarts were only for kids until they were 17. Do witches go to college? Hermione sure did but what about the others.
The flowerpot wasn't on top of the counter anymore. She looked to the floor and there it was, dirt all over the place. The flowers were covered by dirt, missing several petals and many of them broken. Brittany felt her heart ache. Santana's gift was lost.
"Britt? Why are you taking so long? You don't have to water it if…" Santana walked into the kitchen. If there was a hole on the floor Brittany would have jumped into it. She didn't even looked at the girl who just walked in.
"Sorry, I don't know what happened." she had never felt so small, trying to recover as much as she could from the floor. She felt like a little grain of dirt lost on the cold hard floor. The more she tried to recover, the more she lost.
"Hey, Britt. It's alright, let me help you here." Santana kneeled on the floor next to Brittany and helped to recover the pot. "It won't look the same but I can bring you another one." as she reached for a piece of the pot their hands touched.
Brittany never knew a touch could be shocking. She got shocked quiet a few times, being clumsy as she is. But this shock didn't make her want to take her hand back as fast as she could. It felt like a shock-warm-glue. Not that such thing existed. Just the touch of their hands. The hands didn't separate. Santana closed her hands on top of Brittany's and squeezed it a little.
"Britt, look at me." Brittany did so. "Don't worry about it." without releasing Brittany's hand, Santana got her up and led her back to the living room. Brittany didn't want to jump into the hole anymore. "Let's go to the flower shop, you can pick any flower you want."
Now Brittany felt guilt. She broke the pot, she wasn't supposed to accept another one. "I promise it was fine before I left. Maybe it was losing some petals, but the flowerpot was entire." Santana laughed a little. "And the flower shop is closed today."
Santana squeezed her hand again. "Not for the person who owns it." and shook the keys in front of Brittany's face.
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As Santana opened the flower shop door Brittany realized it was getting late. Santana let Brittany in first and than closed the door behind her turning the lights on. Brittany saw the familiar place, with fewer flowers and less light. "You can pick any." said Santana behind Brittany.
"That's too hard. They are all beautiful." lilies, roses, daises, peonies, tulips, cactus, herbal plants, orchids. It felt like a garden if in gardens all plants were inside pots.
"Well, you can have another daisy." Santana suggested.
"No, I don't the former daisy to feel replaced."
"Sure! What about an orchid? This one is from the genus Oncidium, in some places is known as dancer-flower. The flower looks like a girl in a dress dancing around." she reached for a yellow and brown orchid full of little flowers.
It did look like many yellow and brown girls dancing around. Brittany used to dance all her life, but she stopped after she got her job. Dancing made her feel free, just like those yellow and brown flower girls.
"It is perfect!" Brittany approached the flowers as well to Santana.
They locked eyes. Again! Santana was smiling and Brittany could see her dimple. A tiny space of her face missing a part, Brittany thought she could complete it. She kissed her dimple very lightly making Santana blush just like the red roses by the door.
"Thank you! I'm paying this time." she reached for her wallet.
"Hmmm… It's on me." said Santana still embarrassed by the light kiss.
"San…" Brittany reached for Santana's hand.
Santana turned her body to Brittany and with one movement kissed her right in her lips. Daises, dirt, yellow-brown dancing girls, a dimple. Everything came together and Brittany deepened the kiss. Santana lead Brittany towards the door to the deposit without breaking the kiss but Brittany tripped on a plant and both fell on top of plants leftover.
"Ouch!" Brittany fell on top of a dying cactus.
Santana started to laugh hard. Brittany too. She almost didn't feel the cactus on her butt.
I'm back! Hahaha
I wanted to finish this for a long time. It has been some crazy years.
I do not own glee.
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