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Brittany wakes up with a big smile plastered on her face.
It grows even bigger when the memories of last night come rushing back to her. How Santana's soft skin brushed against her or how they tried to be gentle with each other at first but eventually losing themselves in the pleasure soon after. Yeah. Her body is a bit sore, she has to admit it. It's probably the first time in a while since she's been intimate with someone and what better way to break that rut than with the girl she's been pining on for some time now.
On other matters that doesn't involve sex, Brittany's glad that a thorn has been pulled out of her back and she can finally function normally after Santana ignored her for a complete week. She remembers eating only ice cream and junk food the whole time the brunette was away as well as putting all her energy in dancing her heart out at the label's dance studio. The blonde even constantly replayed everything in her mind trying to think of what happened or if she did something wrong to make Santana act like that. She didn't tell Quinn about it but she knows that her best friend has an idea of the situation, for sure. But now that's done, so there's really nothing else to worry about.
Except that when she turns to her side, Santana isn't beside her.
Brittany's smile immediately falters. She looks around, trying to find Santana in the room but to no avail. She even sits up and looks at her bedside table to see that there's no note. She gets out of bed, putting the blanket around her naked body as she slowly leaves the room. For the record, Santana's clothes, except her underwear, are still on the floor. So, that's a good sign.
The first thing that registers as soon as she walks out is the sound of laughter. A familiar laughter. Her face scrunches up in confusion because for all she knows, Santana's laughter doesn't sound like that. It's more like angels singing and several cherubs for the back-up harmony. But then again, she's kind of semi-whipped right now. When she's through the door, Brittany sees a familiar blonde setting up the table with Santana, both women laughing at something she has no idea of.
It's her sister.
Speaking of the girl, Becca looks up just in time to see Brittany looking like a deer caught in headlights by the kitchen. "Sis!" Her sister utters excitedly and approaches her while she's gaping.
"Come here, I missed you!" Becca exclaims then forcibly pulls a still shocked Brittany for a hug. "It's been almost two months since we've last seen each other. Last time I saw you was when you came back from London. I see and talk to Quinn more often than we do, you know." The younger blonde adds with a pout as she lets go of her sister.
"Seems like that pout runs in the family." Santana quips with a smirk a few feet away.
"W-What are you doing here?"
"Well, I don't have class today. Aren't you glad to see me?"
"Of course, I'm glad. I just didn't expect you to drop by today. Out of all days." Brittany croaks out while holding on tightly to the blanket wrapping her body.
"Yeah, I wanted to surprise you but it seems like I'm the one who stumbled upon a surprise today." Becca winks and points to Santana behind her using her lips. "I see you've gotten busy. Well done, sis."
"Becca!" Brittany whispers just enough for her sister to hear. Becca shrugs in response and points to her body instead, suddenly remembering that she's still naked under the covers.
"Y-Yeah. I-I'll just go get some decent clothes on."
"Funny. I've been hearing that a lot today." Becca chuckles and pats her sister by the butt to make her hurry up.
"Ugh. Sisters. Why did she have to be here at the right time?" Brittany mumbles to herself while walking away.
When Brittany comes back, she sees Becca laughing at Santana's story which piques her curiosity. The brunette sends her a quick wink when she's close enough and motions for her to sit between them.
"Good morning, baby." Santana tells her with a light kiss on the lips while rubbing her lower back upon sitting. "Did you sleep well? I know I did."
Brittany stares back at her girlfriend, getting lost in those beautiful brown eyes and blushing like hell. "Y-Yeah, I did. Last night was amazing." She mutters under her breath while grinning back.
"It really was, wasn't it?"
"Yeah. Completely magical, babe."
"Oh, don't mind me. I'll just eat up all these pancakes before you lovebirds even get to have one." The younger blonde comments sheepishly beside them.
Santana and Brittany both chuckle at the remark before deciding to eat, even putting food on each other's plate.
"Don't you have something today, San?"
Santana thinks about it for a moment. "Not today, if I'm not mistaken. But I do have extremely busy days ahead."
Brittany nods as she takes a bite of her pancake then turning to Becca. "So, sis, how are you? What's new?"
"Well, I'm on my last semester now and I'll be having this internship thing soon."
"Oh, that's nice. Do you have any plans after college? Work? Graduate school? Travel?"
Becca playfully rolls her eyes. "I don't know yet, mom."
Santana chuckles at the exchange. "Britt, she's still young. She has all the time in the world to figure things out."
Becca gestures to Santana and raises an eyebrow at her sister. "Exactly, Britt! Hot chick right here gets me."
"Alright, I give up." Brittany holds up her hands in defense. "Anyway, what were you girls laughing about a while ago?"
"Oh yeah. I was just telling Santana here how I met Sam during a party."
"Oh, you're still together? How long has it been?"
"Of course. It's almost two years, I think." Becca says and turns her attention to Santana. "My sister still isn't over the fact that I met Sam because he accidentally punched me that night."
"What if he's really violent? Plus, he has bad aim! If you're going to punch someone to show off how brave you are to a girl, at least have good aim."
"B, you've met him countless times. He couldn't hurt a damn fly even if he wanted to. He's even afraid of you more than he is of me. I think that's saying something."
Santana laughs at the sisters' banter. "Is he cute?"
"Not really." Brittany utters nonchalantly.
"Oh, he's hot! He has abs. Tall, good-looking, and a total sweetheart. He's incredible." Becca chimes in while smiling to herself. Santana nods and eats another piece of her pancake.
"How about you and Brittany? How long have you been together?" The younger blonde adds and Santana almost chokes on her food while sharing a look with Brittany.
"W-We.. uhmm.." Santana looks to Brittany for help and the latter nods.
"Well, l-last night?" Brittany awkwardly mutters without looking at her sister.
"What was that, sis?"
"Last night." She adds with a fake grin.
Becca processes the information for a few seconds as she looks back and forth at the couple. Her eyebrows scrunch in confusion as she tries to decipher her sister's words. Wait. Like, just last nig-
Then it sinks in.
"Oh my god! I-I am so sorry! Were you girls getting it on whe-" She squints her eyes at the both of them and Santana shakes her head while smirking. "Oh God. I'm sorry for ruining your first morning together. I didn't mean to-"
"It's okay. It's just the first of many mornings your sister and I will share, for sure. Right baby?" The brunette replies while staring at Brittany who nods her head profusely. Both of them sharing a moment of looking into each other's eyes like they're the only one around.
"I must say, Britt. Your girlfriend here is hitting it out of the park with the first impression." Becca smirks and a blushing Brittany stuffs a big pancake in her mouth to hide it. "Speaking of that, maybe you should come to my birthday party this weekend back at home. Everybody would go head over heels for you. Definitely."
"O-Oh. I don't know, Becca-"
"I insist, Santana." The younger blonde shares a subtle look at her sister. "It's up for you to think about but you are absolutely welcome to come over. And sis," Becca turns to her sister. "You're coming, of course. Mom and Dad misses you. It's non-negotiable."
"And so I will." Brittany's eyebrows raise as she does a fake tight-lipped smile.
"So, how did this all start? My sister is a pretty private person and you're not exactly a private figure, if you know what I mean. By the way, I'm kind of a fan. Your songs are my jam, dude." Becca mentions with a grin and her attention directed at a smiling Santana.
"Well, I don't know if your sister told you about that girl she met at the subway the day she ran away from her wedding-" Santana treads lightly before being cut off.
"With Amanda the bitch?" Becca raises an eyebrow. "God, thinking about her still pisses the hell out of me." She adds while rolling her eyes again. Brittany chuckles and shakes her head in disbelief.
Santana squints her eyes at the sisters. Reminding herself to ask Brittany more about that damn ex-fiancée. "Well, about the mystery girl. Did Brittany tell you something about her?"
"Are you kidding me? It's all she's been talking about for the past three years. How that hot Latina brunette is the girl of her dreams and how much she regrets walking away from her and that night when-" Becca stops talking as soon as she looks up to see both Brittany and Santana staring at each other like love-stricken teenagers.
Then she puts two and two together.
"Holy shit! You were that girl! Oh my god! T-This is crazy!" Becca places a hand to her mouth in shock while the two women grin back at her. "You have to tell me more! Don't leave out any details. I wanna hear everything! This is freaking unbelievable!"
Santana looks at Brittany for her approval and the latter winks back, motioning for her to continue. "Well, I'm Hispanic, for starters.."
"Your sister is pretty great, Britt." Santana quips as she and Brittany are cuddling by the couch watching a movie on Netflix. It's been a few hours since Becca left them alone and the brunette's really glad that she got along well with her girlfriend's sister. They even exchanged contact details so they can talk and gossip all they want. Brownie points goes to Santana Lopez.
After having lunch at a nearby diner and a quick snack, they decided to go back to Santana's place instead and settle for a relaxing day and night in.
"Pretty or great?" Brittany replies with a raised eyebrow.
"Both?" The brunette fake grins mischievously and receives an eye roll and a quick elbow to the stomach. "Aw! I'm just kidding!" Santana adds and pulls Brittany closer for a tight hug.
"You better, Lopez."
"You're the only one for me, Pierce." Santana winks at her.
Brittany shakes her head in disbelief as she scoots closer to Santana and fixes the comforter to cover their entire body. "Becca likes you. I mean, she's been texting me relentlessly about how awesome you are. It's kind of a miracle. What did you do? Show your boobs or something?"
"Like I'd need to." Santana quips and chuckles at her own words. "Wait. So, she's not really like that towards your exes?"
The blonde laughs in a sarcastic tone. "Nope. Never. She's been very vocal with her hate towards them and they all know it."
"Oh." Santana remarks. A smirk subsequently forms on her face. "So, I must be special."
"Nah. I don't think so."
"What?" Santana replies with a pout. Brittany laughs and gives her another kiss on the cheek.
"I'm just kidding, baby."
"You better, Pierce." Santana says as she sits up and positions herself between the blonde's legs.
"You're the only one for me, Lopez." Brittany smirks through her words and surprises the brunette by turning over their positions and setting herself in between her legs.
The blonde smirks and doesn't waste time by going directly for the girl's lips and pinning both hands over her head. She doesn't let Santana react as she kisses her more aggressively this time then moving down to her neck in an almost grazing motion making the brunette moan in pleasure.
"Mmm.." Santana lets out with her eyes closed, trying to savor the moment.
Soon enough, the light teasing turns into something more. The innocent kisses turns into making out. The heavy clothing they were wearing to battle the cold weather are now scattered on the floor at random parts of the apartment, even as far as the kitchen. The moaning turns into screaming out each other's name in pleasure and a whole lot non-kid friendly stuff being shouted.
"O-Oh! Fuck! Oh, f-fuck baby!" Santana screams out loud while Brittany does magical things down there with her tongue and fingers at the same time, making her go crazy with the extreme pleasure.
"B-Britt.. C-Close.." She adds while her eyes do exorcist type movements that she just can't freaking control because dammit, Brittany is so good in bed.
"Right here, babe?" Brittany utters quickly before getting her tongue back in business to where Santana needs it the most and thrusting deeper this time with her fingers doing a circling motion inside the brunette.
"Y-Yeah! Fuck.. I'm coming, babe. I'm-
"Oh my god!" A voice suddenly calls out from the door.
They freeze almost instantly and Brittany quickly pulls out of Santana, with the mystery voice startling both of them in all their naked glory. Brittany falls down from the couch and hits the floor just behind the coffee table after Santana turns to her side while trying to pull the comforter to cover them.
"Rachel, what is it? What's wro- Oh my god!"
Both women turn to face the random voices and see the horrified faces of Kurt and Rachel, looking like they've seen Jason Voorhees right before their eyes.
"Fuck- How the fuck did you two get in? This is freaking trespassing!" Santana shouts back with wide eyes.
"Oh, I have a key. Kurt and I thought of dropping by after getting a late lunch near here." Rachel replies as she welcomes herself and Kurt into Santana's apartment, closing the door behind them as if nothing's wrong.
"What?! Ho-"
"Come on now, Santana. Your lady lover wouldn't want you to talking to your friends like that."
"This is ridiculous, Rachel! Are you blind? We're busy! Come back some other time!" She glares at the other brunette who just shrugs and flashes a teasing smile. Santana turns to Kurt instead and motions for him to do something about the situation.
"W-Well, we wouldn't want to interfere with their copulation. I don't want to get therapy by having nightmares about women's parts. Please spare me the agony." Kurt fake grins and covers his eyes. "By the way, it's so nice to finally meet you, Brittany!"
A still naked Brittany who's barely covered with the comforter barely bulges, not knowing how to react to this situation. "Uh.. Likewise."
Rachel pouts but nods at Kurt's words. She shakes off the feeling and approaches the couple by the couch then stops a feet away from the coffee table where Brittany is currently nursing her head.
"Why, hello there! I'm Rachel and we're Santana's best friends! You must be Brittany!" She adds while holding out her hand for the blonde who's staring back at her with utmost surprise.
"U-Uh.. Hi?" Brittany utters as she slowly holds out her left hand.
Rachel's eyes instantly widens and retracts her hand. "Well, not to be rude but is that the hand, well, you know..." She trails off and raises her eyebrows while giving the girl a knowing look.
It takes a few seconds but Brittany finally catches on. "Oh, no! I'm right-handed, so it's fine. Santana's the left handed one." She says in the most innocent way with a grin.
"Well then. I'm glad to meet you, Brittany!" Rachel grins and shakes the blonde's hand. "Boy, you are extremely fit. I mean, those are amazing abs you've got there. Not to mention how your breas-"
"Okay, Hobbit. Enough of this shit." Santana sneers and hands Brittany her own oversized shirt to cover her body. "Leave us alone! We'll just go to Bushwick later to have dinner with the both of you."
Rachel's eyes widen and holds a hand to her mouth in shock. "Oh my gosh! Did you hear that, Kurt?" She turns to see him nodding with a grin on his face. "I've always known you have love for us in your heart, Santana."
"Go!" Santana huffs which finally gets them leaving but not before being reminded that dinner starts at 7. When they've finally left, Santana looks at Brittany to see her staring back with a raised eyebrow. "What?"
"That wasn't very nice, San."
"Britt, they were the ones who barged in on us while we're doing the deed. In my own damn apartment which I have no idea how they got a copy of my key!"
Brittany chuckles as she wears the shirt and stands up from the floor. "You're right, grumpy. Let's go take a shower then."
Santana sits up and crosses her arms. "Fine. Take their side."
"What? Baby, I'm not taking their side at all. In fact, I'm proposing a nice, hot shower and to continue what we were doing not more than five minutes ago before we go there."
Santana shrugs. "I won't be tamed by you."
The blonde laughs a little and leans closer to kiss Santana. "That's great then."
Santana breaks out into a big smile as she motions to stand up and drag Brittany into the bedroom while clutching the comforter. "Gosh, why do you have to be so cute all the time?"
"You look amazing, Britt." Santana utters while checking out the blonde sitting beside her in the backseat of their ride to Bushwick, who's wearing shorts that highlight those freaking long legs, a simple yellow blouse which matches her eyes, and the simplest footwear. She's not even sure if the girl is wearing make-up.
Brittany sighs deeply through her mouth as she checks herself out. "This is so bad, babe. My outfit doesn't scream 'trying too hard', right?"
"Nope. It's perfect."
Brittany smiles and turns to face Santana. "You're not so bad yourself in that LBD."
"How about we jilt them and go for another round back at my place instead?" Santana smirks and pulls her closer by the waist.
"No, San. We promised Kurt and Rachel that we'd join them for dinner tonight."
"It's not like we had a choice. They ambushed us! I didn't even know Rachel had a key to my apartment."
"Well, now that I think about it again, I probably hold the record for the most awkward friend introduction ever." Brittany chuckles at the memory. "They caught us having sex, San. I was literally on top of you when they walked in on us. Actually, I was inside you, my mouth was glued down there!"
"Add the fact that you were butt naked when they introduced themselves then you've got yourself a whole new record now." Santana laughs her heart out while Brittany pouts at the revelation. The car goes to a full stop after a minute and the brunette looks out the window to see that they've arrived at their destination. "Well, here we go now."
"I'm so nervous, San. What if they don't like me?"
"They will love you, okay? You're great. Just be yourself and they'll be all over you in no time. Just like I did." Santana utters with a grin.
After a minute or two, they're finally face to face with the sliding door of Rachel and Kurt's apartment in Bushwick.
"Okay, remember what I told you?" Santana looks at Brittany curiously.
"Never talk to Rachel about theater and try not to talk about fashion with Kurt. Never, at all times, bring up Barbra Streisand and mention anything about impromptu singing if you don't want to become a witness to an hour long suicide inducing performance." The blonde repeats nonchalantly before taking a deep sigh.
Santana gives her two thumbs up. "See? You're doing great already." She knocks on the door then turns back her attention to Brittany "You look amazing. If they weren't so pushy about meeting you I would have selfishly stayed in and had my way with you."
Brittany chuckles and looks back at Santana. "You basically had to run away from Sugar to get here. I heard you begged on your knees to swipe your schedule this week for working nonstop next week. Is that true?"
Santana smirks and leans towards Brittany for a quick kiss. She holds up her hand and motions to her fingers as if she's sizing up something. "Little bit. It'll be worth it, don't worry."
"San.." Brittany raises an eyebrow but it proves helpless when Santana just pulls her closer for a deeper kiss this time.
Within a few seconds, the sliding door opens to unveil a dressed up Rachel and Kurt, looking surprised at the scene transpiring before them. Brittany pulls apart from Santana and clears her throat, smiling shyly at her girlfriend's best friends.
"Why does everyone have a knack for meddling with our privacy today?" Santana scoffs.
"Oh sorry, we thought you were searching for the bottom of Mariana's trench down Brittany's throat. Why ruin such discovery?" Kurt replies with a smirk.
"Brittany! So nice to see you again! And fully clothed this time!" Rachel exclaims and engulfs the blonde in a tight hug which surprises her.
"O-Oh. Me too, Rachel." Brittany utters, a bit taken aback.
"Brittany, we're so glad to formally meet you. We really thought you were just a fiction of Santana's imagination." Kurt holds out his hand which Brittany takes with a firm grip.
"I probably am. Most of the time." Brittany replies with a grin and earns hearty laughs from both Kurt and Rachel while Santana blushes from embarrassment.
"Ooh! You just made Santana blush! That is impressive!" Rachel chimes in and Kurt nods in agreement.
"Are you going to invite us in or we're gonna stay here all night?" Santana snaps back.
"You are. Brittany's coming with us inside." Kurt says and motions for them to come in.
"Please don't embarrass me." Santana pleads with wide eyes at both of her bestfriends who are wearing smiles as sweet as sugar.
Half an hour later..
"And Santana looked like she pooped her pants when Becky pranked her to sit on a chocolate cake!" Kurt exclaims and everyone laughs bigtime except Santana who's gritting her teeth while rolling her eyes.
"We still have a picture of her chocolate butt, actually. We've prepared it just for you." Rachel chimes in and shows her phone to the blonde.
Brittany's instantly widens and holds a hand to her mouth, trying hard to stifle her laughter. "Oh God. Now I'll never look at chocolate cake the same way again!"
"Gosh, there are so many more fail stories you've yet to know. Like the time Santana created the Bully Whips to-"
"Alright! Who wants some dessert?" Santana declares as she clasps her hands together and throws a death glare towards Kurt and Rachel's way.
"Good idea! I'll get the cookies!" Kurt responds with a fake grin and disappears somewhere.
"Aww.. It's okay, baby. It's nice getting to know you more like this." Brittany grins and sends Santana a wink, making the brunette shake her head in embarrassment.
"So, Brittany. Tell us something about you." Rachel utters with a chirpy tone.
"Well, what would you like to know?"
"How about your career as a dancer? That's really interesting. Santana has told us about all those big names you've worked with in the past."
"Oh, yeah. I came from working at the West End before I went ba-"
"West End?!" Rachel and Kurt exclaim in unison with surprised faces.
Brittany jumps in surprise. "U-Uh.. Yeah. I was the choreographer for a musica-"
"Oh my god! I totally know that! It's…" Rachel gasps and goes on to ramble about something with Kurt that Santana couldn't care less while Brittany's being her usual charming self and listening intently to her friends. Right now, Santana's just overjoyed that her best friends are clearly fond of her girlfriend but of course, they don't have to know that. She turns to her side and stare at the blonde and she's freaking mesmerized by the beauty of her.
Oh wow. How could someone be so perfect?
A quiet afternoon.
Santana longed for days like this ever since her career skyrocketed like crazy. From interviews to live performances to appearances while making new songs and so on and so forth. The critics and everybody loves her album. People know her name and they can't get enough of her. Well, unless you're living under a rock. She still can't believe that she's getting paid for doing something she loves and be appreciated at that.
That's why after several days of working relentlessly all over the country and having only 8 hours of sleep in 3 days, the only thing she wants to do in a rare weekend-off, which usually means that Sugar has a killer schedule ahead for her and it's her agent's way of sorta making it up to her in advance, is to be lazy and order in pizza while doing completely nothing. And well, wearing nothing just because.
Brittany's running errands right now around town with Quinn and won't probably come over in a few hours. So, instead of moping around and waiting for her girlfriend to show up, she settles herself on the couch and shamelessly gobbles up a whole slice of pizza with just five bites. No shame at all.
Santana grins to herself like a crazy person and surveys Netflix for a movie to watch. Hmm… A superhero movie, maybe? Nah, too much fatigue of that genre already. How about a thriller or horror? Oh, hell no. She would only scream like a bitch throughout the whole damn thing. Certainly not a sci-fi movie. Or an action one. Definitely not a biographical film. How about Disney? Yeah, why not? Oh wait! A romcom sounds much better because she's so whipped right now. Yep, a romcom it is. So, let's see.. Sleepless in Seattle, When Harry Met Sally, The Hunger Games, or-
Knock, knock..
"Fucking shit!" Santana huffs to herself. She knew that this being-lazy-around-the-apartment thing is too good to be true. Wait. Maybe if she ignores it, the bad entity will go away. Yep, that's what she's going to do. She decides to ignore the door and continue to choose a mov-
Knock, knock, knock..
The knocking much louder and harder on her door now. "Goddamn it!" Santana scoffs. Whoever that is surely won't quit unless she answers it. She goes on to grab a bathrobe to wear then approaches her front door and peeks through the hole to see blonde hair blocking her view. She smiles to herself and slowly opens it to see Brittany.
Brittany who looks extremely angry. Brittany who looks all sweaty and in a mess. Brittany who has her hands resting on her waist while trying to catch her breath.
A speechless Santana stares at her girlfriend for a good five seconds without saying or doing anything. She closes the door and tries to come up with an answer in her mind to this scene before her as well as coming up with something not-so-stupid to say.
"Uhmm.. Britt, what happe-"
Brittany ignores the brunette and shakes her head as she welcomes herself in the apartment. "They know, San."
Santana feels like an idiot as she stands there gaping at not knowing exactly who and what the hell Brittany's talking about. Somehow it feels like she's in an episode of X-files or whatever. "Uh.. Who?"
"The paps! They know about us!" Brittany exclaims with her hands up in the air. "TMZ snapped a picture of us somewhere and everyone knows now. Those paps literally chased me and Quinn the whole way to her car."
"Fuck!" Santana sneers and walks over to the couch to fetch her phone. "Where's Quinn now?"
"She went home to get ready for Becca's party and the drive home.. Wait. San, why are you in a robe?"
Santana waves her hand in disregard while the other hand is on the phone to her ear. "I was naked a while ago. Just relaxing and about to watch a romcom. Hunger Games."
Brittany squints her eyes at the brunette and chuckles lightly while trying to fix herself. "I'm hungry. Can I take a slice of your pizza?"
"Sure, Britt. Just go get one yourse- Sugar! What the hell is happening?! I know, I-... Yeah, the paps hounded Britt and her best friend!... Exactly, I-... It's her sister's birthday and wait, how'd you-..." Santana pauses and turns to face Brittany. "Uh-huh-... Uh-huh-... Are you sure?-... Really?!-... Okay. Touchmove! Bye, Sugar!" Santana finishes the phone call with a big smile on her face and turns to Brittany who's looking at her curiously while chomping down her pizza.
"What is it? What happened?"
Santana smirks to herself and slowly walks over to sit beside her girlfriend on the couch. "Why, Britt.. We're going on a roadtrip."
It takes Brittany a few seconds to realize it but when she comes to, her eyes widen instantly. "Oh."
"Who's excited for a roadtrip?" Santana exclaims excitedly when the elevator reaches the ground floor of Brittany's apartment building. Brittany chuckles in response and fixes her dress instead.
"It's just dinner and a birthday party, San."
"Baby, why are you not excited about this? It's our first out-of-town trip that doesn't involve work."
"I am excited. Just not as excited as you who's literally jumping up and down. Have we switched personalities now?"
Santana laughs and intertwines her fingers with her girlfriend as they wait outside the building but still trying to watch out for cameras around. "Well, for one, this is one way to avoid the paparazzi hype and deliberately avoiding them from a far away place where no one's going to meddle with us. Two, we'll see Becca again and I'll finally meet Quinn. And three, we're going on a freaking roadtrip!"
"Okay. Someone's definitely excited." Brittany laughs and gives the brunette a quick kiss on the cheeks. "By the way, are you sure about this? I mean, isn't it too fast that you'll be meeting my parents and everyone else?"
Santana does a devilish grin and sneaks a glance at the blonde. "Of course. I can't wait to charm the pants off your parents!"
After a moment, an SUV pulls over beside their position and a smiling Quinn greets them from inside it. "Hey ladies, get in!"
Just as Brittany is about to take the passenger seat, Santana opens the backseat door and motions for her. She squints her eyes at the brunette and without given a choice, she gets in while Santana takes the passenger seat.
"Hey, Quinn. I'm Santana. So glad to finally meet you." Santana grins and holds out her hand which Quinn takes. Brittany glances at the singer and laughs to herself at the sudden switch in the girl's persona. From child-like excitement to her usual charming self.
"Oh, gosh. The pleasure is all mine. Like, wow. Your album is the bomb and I'm a big fan of yours! And, well, you know-" Quinn rambles on but gets cut off by Brittany clearing her throat from the backseat.
"There's traffic and it's about a two hour drive to Nantucket." Brittany utters and receives a glare from Quinn who rolls her eyes and motions for Santana to wear the seatbelt on before pulling out of the driveway.
"Well, I'm glad you like the album." Santana trails off. "And since this is gonna be a two hour drive like Britt said, let's talk about something Britt told me about you that needs to be discussed."
Quinn does a quick, curious glance at Santana who's smirking back at her.
"How cool was that latest episode of MasterChef?!" Santana exclaims with a big ass grin and Quinn immediately screams out of joy.
"Oh my god! You're a fan of the show too?"
"A fan? Dude, I'm freaking addicted to it! I even write anonymous reviews over the net sometimes!"
Quinn sneaks a look at Brittany at the backseat and gives her friend a look of approval while pointing to an oblivious Santana looking in front.
"And whoever thought you couldn't get any cooler than you already are." Quinn remarks and goes on to happily discuss with Santana about that wretched episode of MasterChef, Both women freaking out over their similar interest about the show and in all seriousness. Seriously, with freaking feelings and passion over a reality show.
Brittany sighs and crosses her arms as she settles herself at the backseat while looking out the window.
This is going to be a long ride.
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*I'll be updating RS then Magic next week, so watch out for that. Have a great weekend, everyone! :)