Okay, you all asked for it so here it is, the continuation of There's No One Else Like Me. I hope you all enjoy where I take it, and just remember that it's alllll about the build up.
I've Come too Far to Turn Around
There's not a lot that's changed about house 1101, and as Brittany pulls up to the curb and turns to look up the path to that maple door she takes a deep breath and gathers every little ounce of courage she can possibly find to mentally prepare for the date she's about to go on.
It's really a silly notion, the whole trying to pump herself up. Because, technically, Brittany's already 'gotten' the girl, but at the same time she also knows that she's prone to screw ups often set forth by her rather unintentional bumbling and sometimes unbalanced inelegance.
Brittany's got confidence in spades when it comes to actually 'taking' care of Santana, it's the whole getting back to that situation that's sometimes difficult for her.
Therefore, the biggest issue that Brittany has to deal with as she steps from her mail truck and walks up the path to Santana's house, is not making a complete full of herself before she can convince Santana she's worth more than one amazing evening. She's praying to the fates she doesn't screw this all up.
Fate, it would seem, has a funny way of dealing with things sometimes because it is in that precise moment of prayer in which Brittany trips over, literally, her own feet and finds herself essentially face planting the concrete in front of Santana's house. Even more embarrassing is that exactly as Brittany gets familiar with the pavement, Santana steps out of her maple door and witnesses the whole occurrence.
"Oh! Brittany!" The petite woman cries before she rushes to Brittany's side. Bending down carefully, Santana reaches out gently with her hand and places it on Brittany's forearm, "Aw honey, are you okay."
Brittany sucks up her pride, or what little she feels she has left, and gives a short affirmative nod to Santana, righting herself in the process before releasing a sigh, "I uhh," She starts, sheepish and feeling the warmth heating her skin, the same one that always accompanies the pink blush that paints her cheeks. "I didn't mean to do that."
It's the most wonderful thing to Brittany that as she says those words, Santana neither chastises her clumsiness nor berates her by laughing. Instead, that same warm smile that Brittany feel in love with the first time she ever saw her, covers Santana's beautiful face.
"I know you didn't mean too Britt," She says genuinely before she leans in to place a kiss to Brittany's forehead and slides her hand into a pale one, interlocking their fingers together in a firm grasp, "Want to come in and get cleaned up a little before we go? I can make you some hot chocolate?"
A natural, wide smile blooms on Brittany's lips and she nods shyly, allowing Santana to wait next to her as she hoists herself into a standing position. Blue eyes twinkle adoringly in the direction of expressive brown.
"I like hot chocolate."
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The date's become much more easy to navigate for Brittany after that first night, and neither of them grow complacent as the dates go by. In fact, Brittany would say that her and Santana's time together, and the time sometimes spent after the date's, became more and more of a growing, learning, admiring thing as most situations of that nature eventually become.
But after one month of dates two, sometimes three, times a week, and the still constant few hours or so spent together at the end of Brittany's mail route shift, Brittany wants more with Santana. Not in a 'getting greedy like Santana isn't enough for her ' more, this is she 'can't get enough of Santana and only wants to have her for the rest of her life' more.
In other words, Brittany wants to make things official.
The only problem that still remains; Brittany's still exceptionally shy around the woman of her dreams and becomes an even more bumbling mess when she even considers asking Santana those five sacred words.
Will you be my girlfriend?
Sure, it seems easy enough in principle. But principle and application are two vastly different things. One of which Brittany doesn't excel at all too readily.
But good lord, does Brittany ever want that.
"You okay there Pierce?" A voice cuts into Brittany's most inner concentration, and she snaps from her pensive state to make eye contact with a delightfully fun pair of ice blue eyes. Dissimilar to her own in so many ways but at the same time just as unique.
Brittany blinks before remembering she has to reply to her greeter, "Oh sorry Kurt, no…I mean yes I'm okay…it's just…I-I was just thinking about what I was going to do later on in my route…" She trails off awkwardly, realizing that if she shifts the conversation in that direction it will no doubt get-
"Don't you mean you're thinking about whom you're going to be doing later on in your route?"
Well too late to shift the conversation, because Kurt just took it that way. Brittany swallows nervously, a faint blush spreading across her cheeks as she takes a look around, noticing very quickly the amount of privacy she and her only friend in the business are currently being afforded.
"Come on Brittany, do you think that I'd bring something like that up without first ensuring that no one else would overhear us?" When Kurt puts it that way, it does make more sense. Considering he's the first and only person at the Post Office who actually knows her secret, being that she's Brittany Pierce and not Brett, she shouldn't be too worried. Besides, Kurt's also the only one who is aware that she's been, on more than on occasion, spending a little extra time at that last house on her route.
"I'm sorry Kurt, I just get really nervous about anyone finding out. I'm already breaking a bunch of rules aren't I? I don't need more stuff for them to use against me."
Kurt smiles and pats his friend on the shoulder, thankful for the fact that she's one of the few postmaster's he works with who's similar in stature to him, and easy to converse with, "I understand that Brittany, believe me. Also, I don't think the Government can fault you for falling in love."
Brittany's eyes snap back up to Kurt's, is she really that transparent with her feelings? Well, she does kind of go on and on and on about how wonderful and amazing Santana is, but she can't help to speak the truth.
Kurt waits a moment before he continues, "Further, you realize that you have absolutely nothing to be nervous about from me on this end?" Brittany nods her affirmation, "And honestly I must say that based on simply what you've told me about your lovely lady, if you haven't figured it out by now, Santana is just as much head over heels for you as you are for her and you have nothing to worry about in that area either."
Brittany sighs in relief. Kurt sure makes a lot of sense sometimes. "I know that Kurt, I mean she has told me that before, but I just, I'm nervous because I've never actually asked someone to be in a real execution type relationship with me before."
"Exclusive."
"Yeah that," Brittany agrees, quickly skipping over her mistake, "It's just, what if I ask and then she kind of…I don't know doesn't have fun anymore because it's not as 'exciting' as before or something? I'm only good with short-term things, and even then, my goldfish died after three days." Her shoulders slump in defeat as a heavy sigh rushes from her lungs and through her lips.
Kurt chuckles softly from Brittany's side, "Brittany, do you know why my dad wanted you to go to house 1101 last, especially considering the most logical thing would have been for you to go there first?"
Blue eyes flicker up in wonder as Brittany's head cocks to the right and she shakes her head.
"He wanted you to go there because he saw something in you that he knew would appeal to Santana. He'd been delivering books to her for a long time, and at first she'd been shy and reserved towards him, but eventually she came out of her penchant for reclusiveness and started opening up to him. He quickly discovered that all she was ever really looking for was someone to share her time with. Someone who wouldn't make such a dramatic deal out of the big things, and truly appreciate the little things."
Brittany's head is spinning with the words that Kurt is divulging to her.
"And he saw that in you. Despite your shyness, he knew that you were the right person to show Santana those things. He may have been a little off track in the thinking she was looking for a man to be that, but things ended up turning out right anyway." Kurt then informs her, briefly referencing the fact that his father, bless his soul, truly had no idea that the shy youth of a boy Brett Pierce, wasn't a boy at all.
"So you're saying that your dad, Postmaster Hummel, is the reason that Santana and I really ever got to know each other to begin with?"
Kurt rolls his eyes lightly at how quickly things still sometimes go over Brittany's head, "He's not the reason, he was just the catalyst."
"Oh, I like cats."
"Not 'cats' Brittany, catalyst as in he was what led you to Santana, but ultimately you were the reason that she feel for you. You're the reason she invited you in for coffee that one day, and you're the reason now four months after that first time you met her you're considering asking her to be your girlfriend, and I can't think of a single reason why she wouldn't be inclined to say yes."
And by gosh the angels break through those clouds and sing a heavenly tune as Brittany's heart flips at Kurt's words. She knew what he meant when he said catalyst; it's just more fun to pretend she doesn't so Kurt goes off on his little speeches, because more often times than not he truly reveals something wonderful during them.
"You really think that Kurt?"
This time his ice blue eyes roll in much less playfulness, regardless of the fact he knows Brittany is just appeasing him. She's really damn clever when she wants to be.
"You know I do Brittany. Now get your butt in that mail truck and go get your girl!"
And that's precisely what Brittany intends to do.
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Turns out, going and getting her girl is easier said than done. Maybe that's a product of Brittany not being able to actually step foot out of her mail truck, regardless of the fact that she's now parked at the curb outside Santana's house, but that's an entirely different story all together.
"Okay, I…can…do this." Brittany attempts to pump herself up (she seems to do that a lot). At least she can make this semi easier with the mere fact that she actually has to deliver a package to Santana. Well, two of them. One is in the shape of the usual book boxes the beautiful woman gets, and the other is in a strange kind of squishy package that Brittany can't say she's ever seen before, let alone delivered to Santana.
With a shrug, and a little bit of her fears quelled since she's just doing her job and all, Brittany steps from her mail truck and walks, carefully this time, to Santana's door. After rasping her knuckles against the wood, Brittany waits a few seconds before the door is opened and she's greeted by her most favorite sight in the world.
A smiling, gorgeously dressed in casual wear Santana. The very same Santana whom stretches up on her tiptoes to press her lips against Brittany's, leaving the taller woman in a slightly dream dazed state, standing there all part droopy eyed and fuzzy brained.
"Oh no, was I not supposed to do that? Am I not allowed to kiss you in public?" Santana takes Brittany's blissed frozen state the completely wrong way, and only when she places a soft palm against Brittany's cheek does the shy Postwoman semi snap out of it.
"Hmmm?" Brittany hums out, her eyes blinking sloppily as she tries to regain coherent thought. Santana giggles somewhere in front of her, the harmonious sound drawing Brittany's attention. She finally makes eye contact with a pair of glinting coffee brown eyes. Brittany smiles.
"That was nice." She murmurs, Santana's words having gone completely over her head.
Not that it bothers the smaller woman one bit, as Brittany calms her apprehension and she leans in to kiss those lovely pink lips again.
Brittany tries to speak as Santana's lips move against hers, and what should have been "I brought you a package" comes out sounding like, "Oi bots ya apakrig." Causing Santana to laugh some more as she pulls back.
"What was that?"
With a sheepish smile Brittany tries again, "I brought you a package. Well, two actually, lucky you." She says beaming as she holds said packages out. Santana eyes them for a moment, her eyes widening a little when she glances at the squishy looking package in Brittany's right hand. Perplexing to say the least, Brittany watches as that faint rose tinted blush spreads over Santana's tan cheeks before the woman literally avoids eye contact with her and starts mumbling her words.
"I-I oh…that's n-nice…here c-come in." She stutters through a sentence and then steps back from the door to allow Brittany room to step through.
There are a few moments of awkward standing there and trying to decipher Santana's strange actions before Brittany steps through the door and is met with the lovely scent of fall. A delightful smell of marshmallows and peppermint is even more welcoming.
Brittany watches in awe as Santana quickly disappears down her hallway and into her bedroom, remaining for a few brief seconds before reemerging and acting just slightly less flustered than before. She takes calculated steps until she's standing before Brittany again and slowly reaches her hands out to grip at the messenger bag strap pulled snug against Brittany's chest.
"Can I take this off?" Santana inquires softly her eyes gazing adorningly up at Brittany who has to swallow back that nervous lump in her throat again and not revert to total mess Brittany once again. She really doesn't understand it. She's seen Santana naked before. She's had her writhing in pleasure above and below her before. She's made love to her before.
And yet one little brush of warm breath from Santana's lips tickling across Brittany's chin, has the Postwoman wobbling on the spot.
Brittany nods fervently in the positive to Santana's question, her arms shooting up straight above her head to offer the best assistance she can as Santana removes the messenger bag and then leans in close to brush a wet kiss against Brittany's neck. A shudder runs through the taller woman's body and her hands drop to a slim waist. But then Santana is leaning up again to peck Brittany on the lips, and things just seem to fall into place, as if they were always meant to be that way to begin with.
Brittany's head tilts to deepen the kiss as she draws Santana's body closer into her own until breasts, stomachs and hips are pressing against each other in the perfect completion of a wondrous puzzle.
They only pull apart several minutes later when the need for oxygen becomes crucial, but even then, Brittany remains ducked down slightly and Santana is raised up just enough so that their foreheads can still rest together. Brittany's smile covers her face.
"I think I like that more than anything else." She whispers, watching in amazement as Santana's smile widens to match her own, but then an adorable dark eyebrow quirks up to Santana's hairline.
"Better than anything else?" She inquires and Brittany feels her face flush at the implications of those words, and even if her mind travels off on a slightly different, much more inappropriate tangent, for a few moments she manages to gaze back into brown eyes and honestly offer an answer.
"I like everything about you Santana Lopez, including when we do more than kiss, but I really like your sweet lady kisses."
Santana seems to really enjoy this particular answer, her lips fitting against Brittany's again for another extended sweet lady kiss before she pulls back and giggles that joyous sound that lights up Brittany's heart.
"I'm glad, because I feel the same way." She whispers before the sound of a whistling pot coming from the direction of the kitchen interrupts them. Santana glances over her shoulder towards the kitchen before turning her eyes back to Brittany, who she still has her arms wrapped around, and frowns. "I should probably get that, it's for your hot chocolate."
Brittany beams, "Oh! Okay!" She says with the smile still splitting her face before it falls a little, "Does that mean I have to let you go?"
Full lips press into her own not a second after the words escape Brittany's lips, "Only for a few minutes and then we can continue the evening however you'd like." Santana husks against Brittany's lips, forcing the taller woman's knees to wobble again briefly, "If you want to sit at the table I'll join you there when I'm done."
The Postwoman nods with a smile before reluctantly releasing Santana from her grasp, and then an idea pops into her head, "Do you need any help?" Brittany asks, a hopeful edge lacing her tone. She's always been eager to help in the kitchen, but she's just never really been allowed there much often before.
Something about her propensity to burn things and create hazardous disasters while in the kitchen? Whatever that means. Sometimes she figures it's probably for the best, recipes confuse her every now and again, after all.
"I'd love for you to help me, but I can't let you in on my secret hot chocolate recipe just yet." Santana replies with a wink and a bop of her finger to the tip of Brittany's nose.
Brittany nods her understanding and watches Santana until she disappears into the kitchen area. With a sigh, somewhere between content and absolutely enamored, she treks over to the dining room table where her usual spot has been cleared off and sits down to wait for Santana's return.
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It doesn't take Santana very long to mix the hot chocolate together, grab her own cup of steaming coffee, and return to the dining area. But as she does, she finds Brittany with her head ducked down, scribbling away furiously at a piece of paper. Santana's forehead creases and she tilts slightly on her tiptoes to try and make out what exactly it is that has Brittany so concentrated on writing that her tongue is adorably poking out of the side of her mouth.
Brittany, on the other hand, is so completely absorbed in her rapid lettering that she doesn't register Santana entering the room at first.
You see, when Santana was in the kitchen making the hot chocolate for Brittany that she enjoys and appreciates so much, Brittany got the best idea for how she could go about setting up the scene to ask Santana to be her girlfriend.
What better way to ask someone to be official than to invite them to your place for dinner and inquire over a romantic candle lit setting, home cooked meal and sexy music vibe? And once the ideas started flowing in, Brittany couldn't write them down fast enough.
"You writing a novel?" Santana's voice jolts Brittany back into reality and she jerks her pen across the paper and jumps a little in her seat, the resulting action is a barely muffled chuckle that comes from Santana's direction. But blue eyes are clear and focused when they glance up into brown, and Santana finds her heart thumping in a medley of beats at the overwhelming amount of emotions she feels when Brittany looks at her like that.
Like everything in the world is exactly where it needs to be. And Brittany wasn't lying when she said there's no one else like her, Santana's more than discovered that in the past month of spending time with her. There's very few things that could make this already amazing time that much more exciting.
"Oh, no I was just…writing about some things I'd like to do…soon," Brittany manages to divulge a semi comprehensible statement, noticing the way Santana's eyebrow lifts in wonder at her words. She blinks rapidly and slams her notebook shut, pausing the furious script she was just indulging in. Her planned "List of things to do tonight to ask Santana to be my girlfriend" isn't exactly something she wants the woman in question to know about just quite yet.
"Okay." Is Santana's response, her time spent with Brittany thus far allowing her enough knowledge of the way the woman's mind works to quell any of her worries. She knows that when Brittany's ready, she'll share. She takes a seat across the table as she places the hot chocolate in front of Brittany.
Blue eyes warm in gratitude as Brittany reaches out to grasp the cup and mumbles out a heartfelt "Thank You" as she takes a sip of the rich chocolate liquid, humming her content as the taste hits her palate.
Santana smiles at Brittany's obvious fondness for the drink and slides a book across the table to the woman, "I figured you'd want to pick up where you left off." She tells her and Brittany nods and smiles her thanks again, picking up the book before she suddenly pauses as if she has other thoughts. Santana doesn't register at first Brittany standing from her seat, but a few seconds later, soft pink lips are pressing into the skin of her cheek, warming it upon contact, as Brittany places a kiss there.
When the Postwoman sits back down in her seat, she purposefully scoots it closer to Santana to give her the opportunity to reach out and take a tan hand in her free one. Shy smiles and flutterly glances are exchanged before each woman dives into their respective piece of literature.
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It's been a little over an hour, Santana has been wonderfully distracted from the pages of her book with the constant urge to glance in Brittany's direction. She always finds blue eyes glued to the pages of her own book, but she can still see the corner of that notepad that Brittany had been scribbling on earlier, and it makes her vastly curious.
"Britt," She begins, gently as to not startle the other woman. Santana waits until those mesmerizing eyes are staring in her direction, "What do you…what do you like to do to escape?"
"You mean like leave? I don't ever want to leave here." Brittany mumbles out, her face turning crimson when she realizes the implications of her words.
Not to say that they aren't true, but she knows she's supposed to pace herself so she doesn't completely scare Santana away before she even gets the chance to ask her that one important question. Santana smiles shyly and stands from her chair. For a second, Brittany thinks she must have said something really wrong and that this is it, Santana's retreating.
She's making a run for it while she still can. She's heading for the hills never to look back. The captain's come and taken her booty and they-what?
While still partly lost in her streaming list of leaving analogies, some of which when reexamined don't make the most sense, Brittany realizes there is a presence suddenly making itself known on her lap. She blinks her eyes out of her panicked state to recognize Santana, shifting her body to drape herself over Brittany's lap as she wraps her arms around a pale neck. A soft smile is sent Brittany's way and she feels Santana's gentle hand reach up to cup her chin, and essentially close her gapping mouth before a kiss is placed delicately on Brittany's lips.
Unbelieving cerulean blue eyes gaze straight into warm brown, and Brittany watches Santana's dimpled smile bloom across her face before the tan warm palm is cupping her cheek and fingertips are brushing lightly against a freckled cheekbone.
"What I mean to ask Brittany is what is it that you like to do when you're not working? And when you're not spending time here. I just want to get to know more about you." Santana whispers in the softest voice as she settles her weight into Brittany's body. It's all so amazing and wonderful. Brittany's almost not positive if she's dreaming or not, even as she wraps her long arms around Santana to hold her close.
"I like being here," Brittany blurts, before a sheepish smile covers her face, "I mean I like to spend time with you. I like talking to you, and reading with you, and sipping hot chocolate with you, and I really really like when we're not doing those things at all but instead doing another thing that's really fun, and involves us being naked and-"
Warm, full lips suddenly push into Brittany's, halting any further words from escaping them. Brittany falls into a momentary blissful haze as Santana's scent, warmth, feel, and taste surround her. It sends delicious shivers down her spine and a ball of nervous, but good, energy to her stomach.
"I know what you mean Brittany, don't worry I like doing all of that with you as well." Santana gently interrupts after the kiss, before Brittany runs out of breath explaining what she means, "Especially that last part," She adds with a wink. "But what I mean is what do you like to do when we're not spending time together. For example, reading's always been my thing to help relax and escape from reality for a little while. I want to know what you like to do."
Brittany seems to contemplate Santana's words for the better part of a few seconds, enjoying the feeling of holding Santana so close and being surrounded by everything wonderful she likes so much. She turns a bit sheepish, however, when she considers what it is she actually likes doing when she's not working and not with Santana.
Surely it's considered completely silly to anyone else but Brittany? She's pensive in her thought process, but soon realizes that honestly, Santana of all people is most likely to understand Brittany's normally regarded weird tendencies.
"Well, sometimes I like to draw and stuff." She explains, her eyes flitting down to the corner of her notepad that's sticking out from underneath the book she's reading. Santana nods, smiling as warmly as ever as she tucks a loose stray of hair behind Brittany's ear and places another chaste kiss to her lips.
"Yeah?"
Brittany nods.
"What kind of stuff do you draw?"
The blush on Brittany's cheeks turns red again at Santana's words, the concept of actually having to show her, as opposed to just telling her, makes Brittany a little more nervous. She squirms a little but again Santana's kiss calms her down. Brittany takes a deep breath before she reaches out and shifts her notepad out from under the book stacked upon it. Brittany offers the notepad to Santana with another deep breath.
"This is what I like to draw."
Santana flips open the first page and her eyes immediately go wide, littering the pages of Brittany's notebook are intricate and very detailed drawings of all kinds of things Santana has never seen before, but most of what resemble pieces of things she is familiar with.
"Are these inventions?" She asks, the obvious awe apparent in her voice as her eyes remain in a trance by the pages.
Brittany is shy in her reply, answering just barely above a whisper, "Yeah. T-they're just things that I've thought up and written down so I wouldn't forget them."
"These are amazing Britt!"
"You really think so?"
Brown eyes finally peel away from the sketches on the paper in front of them, and Santana looks directly into Brittany's eyes, "I know so. They're incredible Brittany, you could really do something with them."
It would be impossible for Brittany's heart to swell to a larger, more happy induced size and Santana knows she said something right when she's pulled into a tremendously tight hug. She's happy to have made Brittany believe her worth, if only for the moment, because someday she plans on really showing her just how much she's worth.
"By the way," Santana says as she buries her nose into the skin of Brittany's neck as they remain wrapped up in the embrace, "It's nice to know that you don't ever want to leave here…because it's really sad when you do, and actually I was thinking," She goes on to say, momentarily pulling back so that she can address Brittany completely, "I was going to ask if you wanted to stay the night?"
That exceptionally large bright white smile that Santana has come to really look forward to seeing stretches across Brittany's face. "Of course I do!" Brittany replies, leaning in to kiss Santana's lips before she suddenly pulls back with wide eyes.
"Wait! No! I mean, yes, but," Brittany starts to say, panic in her eyes for a moment when she sees the very brief indication of hurt flash in Santana's eyes for a split second. She takes a deep breath and clears her mind so that she can coherently speak. She's got a list written in her notepad, of steps that she plans on taking tonight in order to ask Santana to be her girlfriend, and step one is inviting her to dinner.
"I want to stay," Brittany says, this time much more calmly drawing a smile back to Santana's lips, "But I was actually wondering if you'd like to come to mine instead." This question garners an even bigger smile on Santana's face as her hands link behind Brittany's neck and she smiles shyly.
"You mean come to yours and stay the night?"
Brittany nods, "Yeah," She pauses to reconsider, not wanting to force Santana into anything, "Well if you'd like to stay I think that would be wonderful. I was hoping to cook you dinner and maybe we could talk a little at my place for a change." The words sound right to Brittany, but then she thinks about how they could be taken wrong, "Not that I don't love staying at your place, I mean I love being here, I just figured we could go somewhere else too and then-"
Thankfully, her rambling gets cut off by sure and confident lips as Santana leans in to Brittany. They both sigh into the kiss and noticeably relax. When they part, Brittany's eyes are droopy again and her smile resembles ones normally given by exceedingly intoxicated individuals.
If you asked her, she'd probably admit she was drunk on something…but there wouldn't be a lick of alcohol involved.
And then Santana speaks, "I'd love to come over Brittany, and see where the night leads us." She says with a seductive glint in her eye. Brittany nods and pulls her close again, fitting her lips to the hollow of a tan collarbone.
"Okay, I'll go home now and get stuff ready."
Santana nods her agreement, nails racking through blonde locks as she feels Brittany's teeth nibble softly against her skin.
"Okay."
"Okay." Brittany repeats but makes no effort to move. Santana finally has to pull back from the other woman to allow them both the chance to gather their bearings. What the light kisses and soft caresses were quickly leading towards should definitely be saved for tonight. Especially since Santana has a special something in mind.
When Santana disengages from Brittany's lap, standing up to run a hand through her tousled hair, Brittany stands up after stuffing everything in her messenger bag and takes a step towards her. She reaches out and frames Santana's hips with her hands, leaning in and placing a sweet kiss on her cheek.
"Okay, I'll pick you up at eight."
Hope it's still worth reading! Just as a warning, I will not be posting anything from this Thursday to this Saturday as a chance to give proper tribute to Cory Monteith. So if I don't get the next chapter up by Wed, you will see it on Sunday or Monday. And the next Faster will be up on Monday. Thanks again everyone, let me know if you're still liking it!
Also, check out the collab piece ishiheard2day and myself are working on! It's called "The Way That I Need You" and can be found under LuckyGambit! It's Brittana endgame all the way.