Chapter 8 – Cooking lessons
Their lips are about to touch when suddenly they hear the front door open and pull away from each other abruptly. Brittany tries to look as normal as possible as she goes back to cutting vegetables while Santana just opens the fridge and sticks her head inside, trying to cool off. She can't believe that she almost kissed Brittany, again. Being in so close proximity of the blonde is making her go crazy and the self control she has is disappearing very quickly.
"My two favorite girls." Her brother's voice is what makes her brain start functioning again. She grabs the first thing that comes into view and closes the fridge.
When she turns around her brother gives her an inquisitive look and she stares at him confused. "What?"
"Um… San, why did you grab lettuce from the fridge?" Santana looks at her hand quickly and it's only then she realizes what she took from the fridge. Really? Lettuce? Ugh!, she chastises herself internally.
"I…uh…you know." She chuckles nervously, trying to come up with something fast. "I just… want to stay fit, and once in awhile I have to eat something healthy, so I'm going to make a salad." She says it like word vomit, and it's just then she realizes how stupid she sounded.
"Okay." Jason drawls out, sending her sister a weird look. "I thought you didn't like lettuce." He points out.
Santana groans internally, remembering only now that her brother is right. She doesn't like lettuce. Why did I have to grab lettuce?! Damn you lettuce, that's why I don't like you!, she yells in her head. "Well, I learned to like it and now I do." She simply says and then goes to the kitchen counter to start preparing her salad.
"If you say so." Jason shrugs, knowing that he won't ever be able to fully understand what's on his sister's head.
They're sitting at the table, eating in silence, well, some eating more than others. Santana keeps picking the lettuce up and putting it back onto her plate with a disgusted look on her face.
"So… I have something I want to tell you." Jason starts off, putting his fork and knife down on his plate. Santana looks up at him, happy to have a distraction from the horrible lettuce on her plate. Brittany looks up as well, intrigued to what he has to say. "My team has a tournament in Europe and since I'm their coach I have to go with them obviously."
"That's awesome Jason. I'm sure your team is gonna kick ass." Santana congratulates him but then freezes up instantly when something crosses her mind. "How… how long are you gonna stay there?" She asks slowly, afraid of what the answer might be.
"A month." It's his response and it's not one Santana likes. A month? A month living with the person she likes, who happens to be her brother's girlfriend, and who she almost kissed not too long ago? This is not good. I'm so screwed, she thinks to herself.
"When do you leave?" She asks him nervously, hoping to God that he's not leaving too early, because she needs time to prepare her mind and body to be alone with the blonde without jumping her bones. That sounded so wrong, she thinks to herself.
"Tomorrow morning." He replies and Santana groans internally. She chances a glance at Brittany, noticing that the girl hasn't said a word since Jason's announcement, and what she sees is nervousness and panic, the same things that are on her own face.
Santana takes a deep breath and then forces a smile on her face. "I'm happy for you Jason. You'll do great."
"Thank you sis." He says with a smile on his face. "Now you have to take care of Brittany while I'm gone." He says half-joking and half-serious.
Santana and Brittany force a laugh out and look at each other awkwardly. "I'm not letting her out of my sight." Santana tries to joke, but the only one laughing is Jason. Santana and Brittany share an awkward glance and the Latina sighs thinking, This is gonna be a really long month.
The next day Santana wasn't excited to go home. Jason left that morning, so that meant, that she and Brittany would be alone. And everyone knows what happened the last time they were alone… they almost kissed.
Yes, Santana can't deny that she wants to kiss Brittany again, but she knows that she can't. The blonde is her brother's girlfriend, so kissing her wouldn't be right. She knows it's going to be difficult to resist the urges but she has to be strong.
She opens the door of the apartment and immediately smells something burnt and hears some cluttering in the kitchen. She walks there at a fast pace and gasps at seeing the mess created. "What the hell happened?" She asks in astonishment as she enters the kitchen. Pots and pans are thrown in the sink, burnt food on the trash, lots of stains on the counter and on the stove. The kitchen is a mess, period.
Brittany puts her hand on a hot pan and a loud yelp escapes her mouth. Santana runs to her side quickly and takes the blonde's hand into her own, leading them to the sink. The Latina turns on the water and starts massaging Brittany's fingers, making a shiver run down the blonde's spine. The feeling of Santana's fingers on her own makes heat start to rise on Brittany's body, consequently making her cheeks turn to a light shade of pink. The blonde pulls her hand away and turns around, not wanting the Latina to see the blush covering her cheeks and, to also, try to cool herself off. "Thank you." She whispers shyly.
"It's no problem." Santana says nonchalantly. "What happened Brittany? Why is the kitchen like this?" She asks cautiously, not wanting to upset the blonde.
"I was trying to make dinner but I burnt everything." Brittany replies quietly with her head down. "I'm twenty five years old, I should be able to cook. But I can't because I'm stupid. I'm useless." She huffs in frustration as sad tears escape her eyes and run down her face.
Santana goes to Brittany's side and puts her hand on the blonde's chin, making her look up at her. She looks so vulnerable and sad right now that Santana's heart is breaking at the sight. The Latina just wants to take all her pain and insecurities away. "You're not stupid okay? And you're not useless either. Don't ever say that about yourself. You're amazing Brittany." Santana says softly as she looks at Brittany's teary blue eyes. A small smile is playing on the blonde's lips and Santana smiles at her as well while wiping the tears from Brittany's face. "And who cares that you don't know how to cook? Not one single person can do everything. I can't ride a bicycle, for example." Santana confesses and Brittany's face contorts like she's holding back a laugh. She's successful for a few seconds but then she can't take it anymore and bursts out laughing.
"You really can't ride a bicycle?" Brittany says through a laugh and Santana glares at her playfully.
"Shut up." Santana says, trying to sound angry but failing miserably when a smile appears on her face. "Stop laughing Britt." Santana whines, her cheeks now a light shade of pink. Brittany stops laughing instantly and a bashful smile appears on her face. "What?"
"You called me Britt." The blonde says in a soft tone.
"I'm sorry. I won't call you that if you don't lik-" Santana apologizes nervously, hitting herself internally for letting that slip out of her mouth.
"It's fine. I like it." Brittany interrupts the Latina's rambling and smiles at her. Santana smiles back, her dimples showing, which Brittany finds absolutely adorable. "So…" The blonde clears her throat awkwardly and shakes her thoughts away. "You can't ride a bicycle." Brittany teases her and Santana hits her in the arm playfully.
"Why did I even tell you that? You just keep making fun of me." Santana says in faux hurt and turns away from the blonde.
Brittany stops laughing immediately and starts feeling guilty. She approaches the Latina cautiously and says softly. "I'm sorry San. I didn't want to make you sad. Please don't be mad at me." She says pleadingly, feeling bad for what she did to Santana, since the Latina was so sweet with her about the cooking thing. Santana turns around laughing and Brittany hits her in the arm. "You're a jerk." She says, trying to sound mad but failing when a smile appears on her face.
"Excuse me? I'm awesome." Santana says smugly and Brittany rolls her eyes playfully. "I have an idea." She says when something crosses her mind and Brittany gives her the signal to elaborate. "You don't know how to cook but I do, and I don't know how to ride a bike but you do, right?" Brittany nods in confirmation and Santana continues. "Well, how about I teach you to cook and you teach me to ride a bike?"
Brittany thinks about it for a second and then smiles at Santana. "Deal, but I can't promise that you won't fall on your ass." The blonde says half-joking and half-serious.
"You're evil Miss Pierce." Santana says jokingly and they both burst out laughing. When their laughter dies down Santana snatches two aprons and throws one at the blonde. Brittany looks at the Latina questioningly and Santana explains. "I'm not gonna clean this mess alone. And besides, we have a deal, so you're gonna help me make dinner." Brittany smiles at Santana and puts her apron on, tying it on her back.
They start cleaning up, Brittany scrubs the counter and the oven, removing the stains from them while Santana washes the pots and pans. Once everything is cleaned up they start on the food. They decide to do lasagna and garlic bread. Santana tells Brittany to cut some of the ingredients while she starts making the lasagna noodles and the sauce.
After they're both done from their tasks, the Latina tells the blonde to knead the dough for the garlic bread as she goes to put everything together for the lasagna. When she's finished she puts the lasagna in the oven and then looks up at Brittany, to see how she's doing. She stares at Brittany in horror when she sees what the blonde's doing at the dough.
Santana rushes to her side and stops the blonde's actions immediately. "What did I do?" Brittany asks innocently and starts chewing on her bottom lip nervously when she notices Santana's horrified expression.
"You're killing the poor thing." Santana says and Brittany's face falls, disappointed and upset with herself for not being able to do such a simple task as this. "Hey. It's no big deal. I wasn't very good on my first time either. My mom almost ripped my head off when she saw me punching the dough." The blonde laughs at this and Santana joins in as well. "Here, I'll help you." The Latina says after their laughter died down. She positions herself behind the blonde and puts her hands on top of Brittany's. Goose bumps form on both their arms and electricity shoots through their bodies. Santana leads the blonde's hands to the dough and starts kneading it slowly and softly. "Just like this. Gently." The Latina whispers on Brittany's ear and the blonde's senses go into overdrive. Having Santana this close is making so many feelings and emotions to rise up to the surface. Is it just me or is it hot in this kitchen?, Brittany thinks to herself as she feels her cheeks burning.
The blonde is not the only one having trouble controlling herself. Santana is starting to feel her self-control slip away very quickly and soon enough she's going to do something crazy like kissing Brittany's neck, or her lips, or her beautiful round… she stops her thoughts there and untangles herself from the blonde hastily, clearing her throat awkwardly. "You're doing great." It's the only thing she can muster up and then she turns around and busies herself with the lasagna, keeping her eyes trained on the oven so she can avoid those beautiful blue orbs that she likes so much.
They finish making dinner quickly and then take a seat at the table. None of them says anything throughout dinner, probably too busy thinking about what happened in the kitchen just a few minutes ago. They glance a few times at each other and blush every time one of them is caught. It's only then that something crosses Santana's mind and she groans internally. These cooking lessons are going to be the death of me.
There was a lot of Brittana fluffiness in this chapter, I hope you liked it :) And now that Jason is out of the picture for a month there will be a lot more Brittana ;)
Thank you so much for all your reviews, they're amazing and you guys are even MORE AMAZING! :D Love you all! :) Till next chapter...
P.S. Brittany is 3 and a half months pregnant and I read online that people that are having their first child start showing between the 4th and 5th month (I have no idea if that's correct or not but I'm basing Brittany's pregnancy on that) so that's why Brittany has still her taut abs, mentioned in the previous chapter, but she will start showing soon. :)
