Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. But I do love Glee. And Glee 3D Live was awesome. And I can't wait for season 3 to start, even if there is no Brittana yet in the first two eps apparently. We all know that it is on, it was always on. Even if that on is just here in fanfiction.
a/n: Big thanks to all my reviewers and readers. And a big big big thanks to mianickol for helping keep me motivated when I need it! Thanks babe! : )
Chapter 10
"Oh, and you are super cute when you are embarrassed San." Brittany said as she walked into the bedroom with a small laugh.
Santana took a good look at herself in the mirror and chuckled after Brittany walked out of the bathroom. The now familiar flush had crept back onto her cheeks, but this time she knew it was two fold. It was in part from embarrassment but this time it was also from being more than a little turned on. Santana might not remember her and Brittany's sex life, but her body certainly seemed to. She turned on the faucet and splashed her face with cold water, hoping to relieve both her self-consciousness and calm her libido slightly. She turned the faucet off and grabbed the hand towel, gently drying her face, being cautious of the deep bruise on her temple. The bruise a glaring reminder of her continued memory loss. She sighed slightly as she returned the towel to the rack and shut off the light and walked into the bedroom.
She walked into the bedroom just as Brittany, who had her currently topless back to the bathroom door, was sliding an incredibly short pair of shorts over her toned legs. Santana felt her mouth go dry at the sight of the nearly naked blonde across the room. She took a deep breath to calm her once again racing heart and glanced around the room, trying to take her mind off of the beautiful half naked woman whom she would be sharing a bed with that night. Her eyes settled on her service weapon on the night stand. She had noticed it the previous night, and now thought about it for several seconds.
"Hey Britt? I was wondering, isn't there someplace more secure to keep my gun than on the night stand? It just seems a little dangerous to have it sitting around." To Santana's slight relief, Brittany slid a very tight and slightly see through white tank top on as she turned around.
"Oh. Well there aren't any bullets in it right now. When your partner brought it over she took them out for me. I am way to scared to touch that thing." Santana was relieved to hear that Brittany hadn't actually handled the gun, not that she was especially looking forward to it either.
"Well that is good that the bullets are out of it, I currently have no clue how to take them out. But don't I have like a safe or something for it?"
"Oh yeah. There is a safe in your nightstand for it. But I don't know the combination, you told me but I forgot. I could never remember my locker combination back in high school either."
"It was 2-1-24. Locker 87" Santana cocked her own head in confusion as Brittany gave her a puzzled look. "And mine was 1-12-24. and it was right next to yours. And our Cheerios lockers had the same combos. What a weird thing to remember."
"You almost always opened mine for me so I never really had to remember. I bet the gun safe lock is set to one of those. Or maybe both, I remember it being kinda long. And I think I am right about your memory. You are remembering stuff that kinda relates to other stuff, but just not when you are trying to remember it. So try not trying to hard I guess." Brittany smiled at her idea as Santana looked at her for a few seconds, pondering her logic. She couldn't help but smile at the way the tall girls mind seemed to work. San shrugged and crossed to her nightstand. She squatted down and opened the simple cabinet, revealing a small matte black safe with a digital keypad on the front. She tried several combinations and on her third attempt, 2-1-24-1-12-87, she succeded in opening the safe. She gently picked up the gun and it's holster and placed it into the confines of the safe and shut the door, ensuring that the door in fact was locked. When she was satisfied she stood up and faced Brittany.
The tall dancer was already sliding her body under the covers on her side of the bed. Santana watched for a few seconds before deciding to take the plunge herself. She pulled back the covers and gently climbed into the bed fairly large, careful not to actually touch Brittany at any point. Santana laid on her back, staring at the ceiling for what felt like hours. Her brain was racing with thoughts of the things that she and Brittany normally did in this bed. She tried willing her heart to slow down and her breathing to clam down, to no avail. After an eternity, in reality only about five minutes she felt Brittany shift on the bed, rolling over to face Santana.
"It would probably be easier to sleep if you closed your eyes Santana."
"Thanks Brittany. I just need to, um... relax a bit is all."
"Oh. Well I can go sleep on the couch it you want."
"No, that's silly. I need to get used to this at some point. I just need to stop thinking."
"I always find not thinking helps. And really it's just like a sleepover. Like we used to have with Quinn as kids."
"Which would be awesome Britt, if I could remember that, but I don't. And now i am thinking about Quinn in bed too. Which so isn't helping."
"Sorry. I mean it's not like I am gonna try to take advantage of you or anything."
"I know that. I just need to get comfy I guess."
"And it's not like I am gonna bite you. Unless you ask. You do sometimes like it when I..."
"Really really not helping babe."
"Sorry. Hey, you called me babe."
"Yeah I did. Is that okay? It just kinda seemed right when I said it."
"It's perfect. I always love when you call me nicknames, even when you just call me Britt it makes me super happy."
"Good. I am glad. Goodnight Britt."
"Good night. Um, San?" Santana finally turned her head to look at Brittany, who was gazing at her with bright blue eyes. Brittany leaned forward and gave Santana a soft kiss on the lips and then leaned her forehead against the latina's for a few seconds while nuzzling her nose gently. "I love you San."
Santana smiled softly and rubbed her nose against Brittany's again and gave returned the gentle kiss before she rolled over, with her back to Brittany who wrapped her arms around the smaller girls waist, pulling her close to her body. Santana closed her eyes and felt her body relax into the comfort and warmth of Britt's body. She began to feel her body drift off when a slightly impulsive thought crossed her mind.
"Britt? Will you go out on a date with me tomorrow night?"
"I would love that San." And with that Santana felt herself drifting off to sleep, a soft smile crossing her face.
"You know Santana I have spent plenty of my life in my own closet. I really don't want to spend the rest of it in yours." Quinn grumbled as Santana through at least a sixth pair of jeans at the blonde.
"Shut it Quinn. You said you would help me get ready for this date tonight. So help already." Santana said, her voice muffled by the sweaters she currently had her head buried in.
"Help Yes. Watch you take off and put on every article of clothing that you and Brittany own No. I swear I have seen more of you in your underwear than my own girlfriend today."
"Are you really going to complain about having to look at my sweet ass in almost nothing?"
Quinn rolled her eyes. "Why couldn't you have bruised your ego when you hit your head? Anyways, why are you making such a big deal about what you wear? It's not like Britt hasn't seen you at both your best and your worst. And naked too I might add."
Santana stopped digging through shirts and stepped out of the closet. For the first time in almost an hour Quinn got a good look at Santana, she had been such a blur of activity that she hadn't been able to see the worry on the latina's face.
"I just want it all to be perfect Quinn." Santana said sofly as she looked into the closet and at the piles of clothes on the floor with tears threatening to fall.
Quinn still wasn't quite accustomed to all of this emotion from the normally stoic and badass Santana Lopez. She knew that under all the bravado was this gentle sensetive girl, but that normally only Brittany got to see it. Quinn dropped the stack of pants she was holding and stepped forward and pulled the very nearly naked girl into her arms for a huge hug. To an outside observer it might seem a bit odd or inappropriate, but Quinn very much considered Santana to be like a sister. Over the years they had laughed together, they fought with each other, they couldn't stand each other a lot of the time, but they would always loved each other. After a few seconds Quinn released her grip on the slightly smaller girl. Quinn's own normally reserved demeanor washed away, replaced by the kinder and gentler Quinn that she had become after having Beth.
"Tell me what you need for tonight and I will help make everything perfect, okay?" Santana smiled softly before bending down to grab a pair of low rise skinny jeans from the closet floor, playing with the hem absentmindedly.
"I just want it to be special. And romantic. When we were talking about it today, before Rachel picked her up to get ready at your place, Britt told me that we never really had a first date. Not that we haven't been on dates, but we didn't really date at first. I want to change that. Dinner, a walk in the park. All that real romantic stuff. And I know we have seen each other a million times, even if don't remember them all, but I want to blow her away. Does that make sense?" Santana looked to Quinn, hoping for some understanding.
"It makes total sense San. I know exactly what you should wear." Quinn grabbed a little black dress off of a hanger near the front of the closet and handed it to the still flustered Latina. "Throw this on, grab a cab to my apartment to pick up your girl before you are late. Sweep her off her feet with dinner and what not and then bring her back here. Text me before you get back here, I have a plan." Quinn smiled at Santana who looked a little worried. But she did as she was told and finished getting ready. Ten minutes later Quinn ushered Santana out the door with a wave and a smirk.
'God, who would have suspected that deep down Santana "Ms. Lima Height Adjacent" Lopez was a big old softy romantic. I have just the thing to guarantee that those two have a magical night.' Quinn thought with a smile on her face. She pulled out her cell phone and hit number one on her speed dial.
"Hey baby, yeah San will be there in a few, she just jumped in the cab. Do you think you can get over here once they are gone and give me a hand with some stuff? Yes I am scheming. And you love it when I am being romantic, and sneaky. So hurry up and get over here. K. Love you too. Bye."