Santana had been taking a nap on the sofa when something smacked her in the face.
"What the fuck!" She spat sitting up.
"Get up we're going grocery shopping" she said
"You couldn't have simply shook my arm or something?"
"Nope" Quinn said standing in front of her smiling
"I'm not going grocery shopping with you, I'm tired."
"Yes, you are" Quinn walked to the front door grabbing Santana's shoes and dropping them in front of the couch.
"Here, I'm going to get my keys" with that she went down the hallway. Santana ignored her laying back down
"GET UP!" Quinn yelled from the hall "YOU'RE COMING WITH ME SO GET YOUR .UP!"
Santana rolled her eyes but sat up and slid on her shoes.
"SANTANA!" Quinn yelled again rounding the corner with her keys in hand.
"WHAT!"
"Oh, sorry. I thought you were still trying to sleep." Quinn said seeing Santana waiting, awake and shoes on.
"We both know that's not gonna happen with you yelling like you're insane"
"Whatever lets go"
They drove to the store in silence. Santana sat in her seat stiffly; arms folded staring out her window. Letting it be known she wasn't happy. Quinn looked over and scoffed.
"What are you, five? Stop pouting"
"Shut-up"
"Aww, is my little Sanny Bear upset?" she asked in a mocking tone. Santana turned and scowled at her.
"I hate you sometimes"
"Nah, you don't"
"Shut-Up" Quinn laughed at her child like behavior and Santana tried to hide her smile.
Reaching the store Quinn moved to get out stopping when Santana didn't.
"What? Are you going to sit in here the entire time?"
"Maybe" Santana shrugged
"Alright, but it's gonna get hot" she said shutting the door. Huffing Santana got out and followed Quinn. Smirking she decided to have a little fun. As they walked through the entrance she linked arms with her blonde companion. Quinn eyed her suspiciously and grabbed a cart.
"Oh let me get that for you babe" Santana said louder than necessary. Quinn knew what Santana was doing but tried to hide her annoyance. They started towards the isles, Santana letting Quinn lead. Turning Santana sped up a bit more and made the cart hit the back of Quinn's foot.
"Santana" Quinn said in a warning tone.
"Sorry, didn't mean to" she said holding her hands up. Quinn continued walking ahead. Thirty minutes later they were almost done just having to check out. Santana was in a better mood and Quinn, not so much. During their shopping trip Santana had accidentally hit Quinn's foot eight times and obnoxiously addressed her as babe or honey the entire time earning some looks from other shoppers. This was Lima after all; the last thing Quinn needed was people thinking she was gay. Not that she had a problem with it Santana was a lesbian after all. Just she would rather avoid people thinking she was. Walking up to the register she placed the items on the conveyer belt while Santana flipped through a magazine. She felt eyes on her, not looking up she glanced around her. A few rows over she saw the same cashier from a few days ago. Santana lifted her head laying the tabloid on the counter. She was surprised that the girl didn't avert her eyes away, instead she just smiled. Santana smiled back. The magazine she had was then promptly brought down on the back of her head. Swiveling around she glared at Quinn.
"You getting this?" She asked Santana resumed her mission and smiled
"No babe, I was just looking." The cashier glanced at them and Quinn rolled her eyes. Putting the bags into the cart they made their way to the exit. Santana linked arms through Quinn's again feigning hurt when she pulled it back and sped up ahead of her pushing the cart.
Brittany tried to keep her eyes on the woman the entire time she shopped. Every time she would walk out of an isle she would glance at her. When her and her blonde friend got to the checkout Brittany cursed herself for still being busy with a customer. Quickly she took the money and practically threw the change at the man across from her. Turning around she saw her flipping through a magazine. She knew she should look away when she noticed she had been found staring but she couldn't. Her heart did little pitter patter things when she saw her smile back. It was cut short though as her friend hit her with the discarded tabloid. The smiled turned into a frown and Brittany couldn't help but find it cute.
"You getting this?" the blonde asked.
"No babe, I was just looking." Brittany's smile dropped as she heard this. Tearing her gaze away from the pair she turned back to her register. A moment later the blonde quickly passed by with the cart, she seemed angry. Battling internally if she should take a chance talking to a girl with a girlfriend an angry girlfriend at that, she weighed her options. Not wanting to make the same mistake again she looked up, seeing the woman almost through the doors.
"Wait, Miss!" Brittany exclaimed. Watching the woman turn around she took a few steps forward.
"Yes?"
"Uh-I-uhh" Brittany stuttered, suddenly losing her words.
"You okay?" She asked Brittany nodded. An expectant look came across the others face and she pulled herself together.
"What's your name?" she blurted out. The other woman raised one brow and Brittany knew she thought she was crazy.
"Why?"
"Because, I know pretty much everyone's name around here, and because I need to know if…if your name matches your face, yea."
"Matches my face?" She asked confused
"Yes. I want to know if your name is as pretty as you are" she answered blushing.
"Oh" she said smile playing on her lips. "Well, it's Santana. "
"Santana" she repeated. The angry blonde from before came walking back in at that moment.
"Santana! What are you doing? Come on!" Quinn said coming to a stop beside Santana.
"Calm down Q" she said rolling her eyes.
"I'm sorry. Don't be upset with her. It's my fault I stopped your girlfriend here" Brittany stated nervously looking at Quinn. Santana broke out into laughter, Quinn looked annoyed and Brittany looked scared and confused.
"She" Quinn said pointing to Santana "Is not my girlfriend. Even if I was gay which I'm not I wouldn't be with her." she said with a huff.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought"
"No, it's okay. Santana does that to make me mad"
"As you can see, it works" Santana chimed in cheeks flushed from laughter. Quinn shook her head and Brittany smiled.
"Come on idiot. We need to get the food home before it spoils in my car." Quinn said to Santana and walked back to the doors. Santana smiled at Brittany.
"It was nice meeting you…"
"Brittany"
"Brittany, but I gotta go"
"Yeah, you to" she said still smiling watching Santana retreat. Stopping at the threshold she turned back around.
"Does it match?" Santana asked grinning
"What?"
"My name, does it match?"
"Yes, Most definitely" she said nodding
"Yours does too, see ya around Brittany" she says. Brittany's smile grew larger after hearing this and she felt her cheeks go warm. Santana turned on her heels and walked out smiling to herself.
-Fin