August 14, 2014
You sit by the bar, the one farthest from the room where you're supposed to be in, but you're sure no one—other than Quinn—will notice that you're gone so you aren't worried.
You sit by the bar wearing your finest white short dress that ends right above your knee and brings out your curves and the olive of your skin perfectly.
You know you look hot—you feel hot, and if the looks that the bartender gives you he must think you're hot too.
You sit by the bar, gently swirling your glass in your palm and bring it up to your nose closing your eyes and taking in the sweet aroma of fruits and sweetness. The glass slides down to your lips and you take a small sip, humming at the taste.
You spent the whole day walking around with Caldwell and Quinn making sure Evans made a good impression and in one day you realized that you completely hate the guy. From his stupid smile to the way he "breaks the ice" by using impressions you think Evans is a complete idiot.
But your job isn't to like the guy. Caldwell is paying you to make sure you get him elected.
You bring the glass down and motion for the waiter for a refill. He smiles a perfect smile and reaches over for the merlot. You watch him walk over to you and you already know he's been checking you out because by the look on his face you know he's walking over offering more than a refill.
You want to laugh because you're probably more into women than he is.
He twirls the bottle to show you the label and you read off '2008 Merlot' and shrug your shoulders. He smiles and grabs your glass.
"Give her the 2007" a voice says from behind you.
You know that voice.
It has been plaguing you for the past couple of days because that voice comes with the prettiest pair of blue eyes and hair so golden that it makes the sun look dull.
"The 2007 had a better season, and I think the young lady here will definitely appreciate the taste" she says and she slides right next to you and puts her elbow on the bar. Her eyes flutter to you and you just about melt. "It's one of my favorites."
The waiter glances between you two and turns over to retrieve the bottle. You're eyes watch him go and then you turn to the person standing next to you.
She's dressed in a one shoulder navy dress that clings to her body in the most delicious way. You're eyes slowly drag down her body taking in milky skin, down the sexiest of legs until they reach her beige high-heeled shoes.
She taps her foot and your eyes shoot up to catch the glint behind her blue eyes and you're cheeks burn in embarrassment.
She just caught you staring, but what she doesn't know is that you've been spending all weekend watching her.
Which makes you also think is another reason why you dislike Evans.
Evans has Brittany.
Brittany with the eyes that makes you want to drown in them.
Brittany with the perfect smile that makes you swoon, . time.
Brittany with the golden locks that you wish you could run your hands through.
Brittany, the epitome of sexiness that someone would have to be blind not to want to stare at.
You clear your throat and silently pray your voice doesn't waiver. "Ms. Pierce" you say as you turn your head to acknowledge the waiter that has come back with the recommended bottle. He grabs your glass and tilts the bottle and begins to pour. You watch him fill the glass up and ends with tilting the neck of the bottle to avoid droplets and hands you back the glass. You smile in gratitude and take a small sip.
She's right, you like this one better, but you refuse to tell her that.
"Shouldn't you be inside mingling with your boyfriend?"
She smiles at you and reaches over to take your glass, "I should" she says right before she brings the glass to her lips and hums. She turns to you, "You should too."
"He's not my boyfriend"
"No he's not; Sam wouldn't be able to handle you."
She smirks when she says it and you know she's flirting with you.
You also know she wouldn't be this straightforward if she wasn't drinking.
You take the glass from her, "What's that's supposed to mean?" you ask. You want to act nonchalant so you bring the glass to your mouth trying to look as sexy as possible because cerulean eyes are on you watching your every mood.
You lick your lips.
"Because you're not like other girls" her eyes focused on your lips. "You need someone who would focus on nothing but you, making sure you have everything, feel everything you could ever want, and I think—no I know that Sam wouldn't be able to handle you"
You want to ask if she would be able to handle you, but the way her eyes light up and her smirk transforms to a small smile you know the answer without having to ask. And you hate how her smile makes everything inside you flutter, because before you met her your insides never felt like this.
Santana Lopez never swooned.
And you feel pathetic because you've only known this girl for barely two weeks and probably spoken a handful of times but you can't help but be drawn to her. You want her attention, you want her eyes on you and every time blue eyes are on you, you feel like the luckiest woman on the planet.
"Do you want to go sit in a booth in the back?" your eyes widen at the suggestion and by the look she gives your cheeks begin to darken, "I mean just in case if Quinn or Caldwell come looking for me"
She doesn't answer you but instead slides her hand towards the wine glass where yours is resting and intertwines her fingers with yours.
You're breath hitches as she pulls you up and guides you over to the farthest table in the bar, secluded from everyone. Her hand leaves yours to pull you a chair for you and she sends you a smile that makes you forget your own name. Her eyes are on you as you slowly take a seat and once you're settled she walks away telling you she'll be right back.
You watch as she walks back over to the bar, picks up your glass and whispers something to the waiter. She stands there tapping her fingers on the table while the waiter walks down to the other side of the bar to pick up a bottle and another glass the then motions for something outside and you watch as she listens intently and nods every once in a while before smiling and making her way towards you.
"Do you want to go with me somewhere?" she asks you once she reaches your table. She's holding the 2007 merlot and stares at you intently. Her smile grows when you nod and begin to stand up, she shifts a little to give you space; she turns and walks—no glides—towards the exit.
She walks a couple of steps ahead of you but turns her head every once in a while making sure your behind her, she blushes every time her eyes meet yours and you can't help but find it adorable.
You don't know how far you walk because all you can focus on her. Your eyes are fixed on memorizing how her calf muscles flex with every step she takes, how her hips sway as she walks and especially how her eyes sparkle every time they land on you.
She leads you to an outside deck that sits secluded in the vineyards and walks towards the middle of the deck where a grey couch sits in front of a glass circular table where a fire blazes in the center. The sun set a couple of hours ago so the fire and the small lights littered around the deck provide a comfortable glow.
You realize you're just standing there and it isn't until Brittany smiles at pats the seat next to her that you kick yourself into gear and begin to walk towards her.
"I figured Caldwell would never find you out here" she says as she fills your glass. "It's kind of like my secret spot. I found it the first day we got here and have been spending hours here, last night I was here all night"
"Evans doesn't wonder where you go?"
She shakes her head and hands you your glass. You bring the glass to your lips and watch as she fills her glass, "Sam doesn't wonder a lot of things about me. He's too busy with the campaign and making sure he gets enough hours of sleep, and I don't think he knows that I haven't been spending the night in the hotel room." you stare at her curiously and she must notice your confusion, "Sam and I don't sleep in the same room."
"I find that hard to believe" you say and place the wine glass back on the table, "I wouldn't want to be away from my girlfriend if I didn't have to"
She sits there watching the fire, the glow of the flames making her look angelic. You know that your comment has shifted something in her because she doesn't say much for a couple of minutes and you suck your bottom lip into your mouth, racking your brain for something to say but Brittany takes a breath and glides her finger around the top of her glass.
"Our one year anniversary was last week and he didn't even remember" she shakes her head softly, " We've been best friends for longer than I can't remember and everyone thought we belonged together and I remember I would think it was the funniest thing because Sam was like a brother to me. I don't even know when that changed, one day I just saw him differently and he did too." She smiles at the memory, "He was the best boyfriend too, even though he was the governor he always managed to remember me and always came to my recitals and cheered the loudest when I was on stage. I could feel he loved me." Her eyes glance over to you and the sparkle has been replaced by something else, sadness you assume. "He's not the same person he was, he doesn't remember things, and he doesn't show up to my recitals or even bothers to do anything romantic, but he's my best friend and he needs me now — this is his dream."
"You don't deserve this" you whisper and her eyes water up slightly as she brings the glass up to her lips and chugs the contents.
"You don't know anything about me."
"I don't," you don't know if it's the setting or the wine coursing through your system, or maybe it's the way she looks at you but you shift your hand and gently place it on her cheek, your thumb catching a tear that has managed to fall. "But I know that someone who is willing to stick around to help someone else deserve a lot more in my book." Your thumb continues to stroke through her cheek and blue eyes flutter shut, "I don't know you, but I can feel that you deserve someone who will remember every single detail, remember the first time they held your hand," you say as your other hand intertwines with yours, "Someone to remember how soft your skin is" you say caressing her cheek, "someone to remember the smallest things" you don't realize that your body begins to lean towards her because her eyes are open and are staring right at you. You feel like you're on autopilot and it isn't until her hand, slides to the back of your neck and her breath hits your lips that you realize you're so close, "Someone to remember everything" you whisper before leaning in completely.