"Oh God. Did I hurt you? Damn it, I hope I didn't hurt your already broken wrist." Santana stood up and helped Brittany to stand up as well.
"I'm fine!" Brittany was still laughing.
"Let's get you upstairs."
"How?" Brittany asked in confusion.
Santana smiled and said, "I live upstairs. We need to pull those spines out of you."
Brittany stood up suddenly feeling the spines in her butt. Not really her butt, a few inches bellow, right where her shorts ended. She tried to look at the damage but she couldn't see any spine.
"I don't see any." Santana laughed at her as she was twisting her body all the ways she could and tried to find any spine with her left hand.
"That's because they are very tiny spines. Don't touch it, you are going to make it harder to pull out."
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Brittany looked at herself in the mirror trying to find the porcupine in her butt. It was reddish. Porcupines aren't reddish, although they would look cute in red.
"I found the tweezers, try to pull them out." Santana handed the tweezers and Brittany struggled with the task. She couldn't see the spines, nor could she use tweezers properly with her left hand. That won't be easy.
"I think you need to help me." Brittany handed Santana the tweezers and turned her back to her.
Through the mirror she saw Santana fidget, blush, hesitate, try not to look at her butt, or her eyes. So Brittany turned around. Santana was so red that she looked like a pepper. Brittany placed her left hand on Santana's cheek and kissed her, Santana also tasted like pepper. Not because of the flavor but because of the heat.
They leaned on each other. Brittany put her arms around Santana's neck while Santana was pulling her by the waist. As the kiss heated Brittany dragged her left hand through Santana's hair. Santana pressed her body harder into Brittany making her take a few steps back until she felt the mirror press the spines in her butt.
"Ouch!" Brittany winced and missed the heat of Santana's lips as she quickly jumped out of the embrace.
"Fucking spines." Santana said in a whisper.
"Please San, pull them out. I don't mind you looking my ass. Just take them out." Santana hesitate but nodded.
Brittany turned around and Santana kneeled to level her eyes with her butt. Now Brittany felted self-conscious.
Santana managed to pull the spines quickly and almost painless. Through the entire time Brittany checked Santana's reflection on the mirror. She was focused on the spine task the entire time. Sometimes she would blush, but she managed to get her attention back every time touching Brittany's butt as little as she could.
"I think I've got them all out." Santana said standing up. Brittany passed her left hand where the spines were trying to feel any forgotten spine.
"Thanks." and gave a light kiss on Santana's cheek.
"Britt, I…" Santana closed her eyes, took a deep breath and said " I want to take you out on a date."
Brittany had been asked on dates a few times in her life, none felt as special as this one. How does she answer that? It wasn't a question so she couldn't say yes, "sounds great" doesn't sounds as great as it should. Santana was turning into a pepper again. Brittany was afraid she would pass out. That much blood on her checks couldn't be good.
She kissed Santana.
"I'll take it as a yes." Yes was the right answer. "Are you free tomorrow? We could have lunch somewhere."
"Perfect!" Brittany smiled.
Duck sounds broke her smile. It was Quinn calling her. She forgot to call her friend and let her know she was all right.
"Hey Quinn! Sorry, I forgot to call you."
"I was getting worried. Are you ok? Did they attend you quickly? Is it broken? Are you home already?" Quinn always made too many questions when she was worried.
"I'm fine. It's broken. The doctor said I have to keep the cast for about three months." She said looking at her cast.
"Ow, three months? If you need anything just let me know. Are you home already?" Quinn sounded concerned.
"I was at home, I'm not anymore." She didn't know how to say she was with Santana.
"You should rest, and don't force you wrist. Call me if you need anything, groceries, medicines."
"Thanks! I'm a bit concerned with the demand of the books these months. I don't think I can draw with my left hand." She just realized she couldn't work.
"Don't worry, B. You can call the publishers and explain your injury. They'll understand. I'll talk to you later! Bye B."
"Bye Quinn!" and she hung up. She looked at the time in her cellphone: 11 pm. "Wow, it's late! I better go home." She said to Santana.
"I'll take you home. It's not good to walk alone this time." Santana walked towards the door.
"But if you take me home you will have to come back alone." Brittany actually didn't want to go home.
"I can take you by car." Brittany couldn't think in anything to reply. She really didn't want to go home.
"OK."
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Santana parked her car not too far from the building entrance but in a forbidden spot. As Brittany struggled to open the door with her left hand holding the orchid, Santana opened the door for her and took the flower.
"I have to hurry so I don't get a ticket. See you tomorrow, Britt." Santana kissed her fast as she gave the orchid back to her.
"Thanks, San. See ya!" she turned towards her building's door.
Santana waved an awkward bye while Brittany was closing the door. As she walked into her apartment she saw Prince full of dirt. She didn't have the time to clean up the mess.
"Prince!" she scolded the dog placing the orchid on top of her coffee table "I'm not even able to give you a bath!" she kneeled next to him and petted his head. "You'll stay dirty for three months!"
Brittany stood up. She tried to take a shower. Washing her hair was another struggle. She thought she could use her wrist wrapped with a plastic bag to wash her hair but it opened a hole wetting her cast, the plastic bag released some ink in her hair. She only managed to clean the left side of her head.
After the shower she looked at the mirror and laughed "Guess I'll stay dirty for three months too."
She laid in her bed with her hair still tangled and wet. How was she going to her date tomorrow? She couldn't wash, untangle or fix her hair. She guessed she couldn't properly brush her teeth, tie her shoes, zip her pants, button her shirts or do her make up as well.
'need u 2morrow!' even texting was hard. The answer took 20 minutes to come.
'Britt, are you ok? Are you already home? Please, write so I can understand.'
'I'm ok. I can't do a lot of stuff. I can but not with my broken wrist. I need ur help tomorrow before 12pm. Can u come at 10?'
'Sure, what for?'
'I have a date' she couldn't hold back a smile 'with Santana.'
I do not own glee.
Didn't finish the next chapter but it will be up on Thursday. I think.
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