A/N: Well I knew it couldn't last forever. Not to sure I'll be able to do daily updates anymore. You can blame real life and the summer for that. ;) But I will try to not make you wait more than 3 days for an update. Thanks again to everyone reading and commenting.
Brittany wanted her shift to be over. She and Jim had done their daily patrol all morning with a few calls in between. Despite being on the task force to catch these robbers, they still had to patrol when they had the chance. She loved hitting the street and gave her full attention to Jim as he trained her, but whenever there was downtime, Brittany's mind drifted to Santana.
Santana had sent her an early morning text that simply said 'Don't oversleep for your shift' but it was enough to put Brittany in a great mood. They both had morning shifts but Brittany's started an hour earlier. Truth be told, Brittany had had trouble going to sleep last night because she couldn't stop replaying their kiss in her mind. The more she thought about it, the more she wanted to kiss Santana again.
And knowing that she was going out on a date with Santana after her shift, wasn't helping the time go any faster.
She still had two hours left and was spending that remaining time at the station, with Jim and Jerry, helping out with the robbery case.
Brittany had wanted to tell Jerry about what she and Santana had heard at the mayor's party as soon as she got in but he wasn't available. He had been busy all morning following another lead on the case. They finally managed to get together later in the morning and Brittany told him everything. Soon after he had been called away and it wasn't until now that they had finally had the time to really go over the details.
"This could be a huge lead," Jerry said, "But without hard evidence that the conversation was actually about the robberies, there's really nothing we can do."
"But," Brittany said, "You said these robberies are probably connected to the mayor. Maybe this is some sort of plan to get at the mayor?"
"Maybe," Jerry said.
"All the victims were contributors and supporters of Mayor Fabray," Brittany explained, "Maybe that guy Santana and I heard has a plan and there is some sort of...conspiracy to ruin the mayor's chance at the election."
"But she can't run for mayor again," Jim added, "She reached her limit."
"I mean for governor," Brittany said, "Judy Fabray is going to run for governor."
"No kidding?" Jerry said, "I didn't know that."
"She hasn't officially announced," Brittany said, "But she will."
"So," Jerry said, "Tell me how are these robberies going to ruin that."
"Increase crime in the city?" Brittany suggested, "Ruin her image? Could be anything."
"Not bad," Jerry said, "I'll run this by the team."
"It's just an idea," Brittany said.
"This guy you heard at the party," Jerry said, "If he is connected to these robberies, it's important we find him. Was there a guest list for this dinner? We should check out the names on that."
"There isn't an official guest list," Brittany said, "It was supposed to just be a friends and family thing but it could be that the mayor invited some people last minute. I'd say there were like 25 or 30 people there."
"Did you know all of them?" Jim asked.
"Most," Brittany said, "But not all. I asked Quinn if she can get a list together of who were there by asking the staff and the mayor herself."
"Good," Jerry said, "It's a start."
"Santana Lopez is supposed to be by soon," Brittany said, checking her watch.
"Yeah, I got a text from her, " Jerry said, "We're lucky she's on board. She's only been on the force for about three years, but I can tell she's going to be one of the ones this department remembers."
"Really?" Brittany asked smiling.
"Last year, she single handedly brought down a ring of drug dealers that was selling drugs to middle schools around the area."
"Wow," Brittany said feeling extremely proud of Santana.
"She's moody as hell," Jerry said, "But a great cop."
"I've heard nothing but good things about her," Jim added.
"Well," Jerry said clapping his hands together, "Enough praising of Officer Lopez. I'm going to go get something to eat before she gets here. You guys hungry?"
"Actually we already had our break," Jim said.
"We can wait here," Brittany said, addressing Jerry, "Wait for Santana while you get something to eat."
"Actually we can't," Jim corrected, "I scheduled some time in the booking and evidence rooms. I want to make sure you're familiar with all the procedures."
"Oh, OK," Brittany said, disappointed that she'd miss seeing Santana, "Yeah, that'd be great."
"Sounds like fun," Jerry said sarcastically, "I'll let you know if anything new comes up."
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Santana felt like this had been the longest day ever. Even though she finally got a partner she liked, she wanted her shift to end.
The station had finally given her a partner she actually respected. Quentin Fields had been on the force for 13 years and was one of the best. His previous partner had retired and he had been reassigned to Santana.
They had patrolled their route and found they got along great. Each taking the job seriously. Santana wanted to find something wrong with him, but couldn't. She always found something to dislike about her partners but try as she might, she couldn't find any excuse to request another partner.
When Santana had run into Tina at the station and told her about actually liking Fields, Tina had said it was because of Brittany.
"What does Brittany have to do with liking my new partner?" Santana had asked.
"You've just been in a better mood lately," Tina had replied, "You're more...mellow."
"You sound like Sam," Santana had told her rolling her eyes.
Santana didn't want to tell Tina that she may be on to something. She did feel more at ease and just thinking about Brittany put a smile on her face. She had sent Brittany a playful text this morning and Brittany had replied with 'I've already made 10 arrests' which made Santana laugh.
She couldn't stop thinking about their kiss in the back of the limo and couldn't wait to do it again. But that would have to wait until their date. Now, with only a couple of hours left on her shift, she was on her way to talk to Jerry Fox about the events of the party.
"There you are!" Jerry said as she walked in, chewing something.
"It's rude to talk with your mouth full, you know," Santana said stepping into the room and taking a seat.
Jerry swallowed, "Sorry, mom."
"Did you talk to Brittany already?" Santana asked.
"I did," Jerry said, "You just missed her and Jim."
Damn, Santana thought.
She had hoped to at least run into Brittany sometime today. She knew she'd see her later tonight, but it wasn't enough.
"So, let's start from the beginning," Jerry said.
Santana went on to recount everything she and Brittany had heard.
"Do you have any theories on this?" Jerry asked.
"The mayor is definitely a target of some kind," Santana said, "The...disdain in his voice when he said the mayor had no clue was just so strong. I get the feeling he really hates her for some reason."
"This is all still a theory though," Jerry said, "The targeting of the mayor..."
"Jerry please," Santana interrupted, "You and I know this 'theory' is probably fact. This guy was an invited guest to the mayor's dinner. Quinn told me those dinners are for friends so whoever he is, is close to the mayor."
"Wasn't his a catered event?" Jerry said, "Unless the mayor ordered pizza for 25-30 people."
"Yeah, of course," Santana said, "There was a whole staff of people."
"This guy could have been part of the catering staff," Jerry suggested, "Got the job to get in the house."
"You should put a detail on the mayor's house and..."
"It's done Santana," Jerry said, "I got a very angry call from the mayor herself. Apparently Brittany told Quinn about our theory these robberies may be connected to her."
"You should have told the mayor and Quinn about your suspicions as soon as you had them," Santana said, "This isn't on Brittany."
"I know," Jerry admitted, "I just wanted to make sure."
"Are you sure now?"
"Some," Jerry said, "But it'd be nice to have a solid lead on this."
"We'll get one," Santana said, "We have that English accent."
"Great," Jerry said sarcastically, "I'll just put out an A.P.B. on Russell Brand."
"Yes, please do," Santana joked.
"Is that all you got for me," Jerry asked with a chuckle.
"Think that's it," Santana said.
"OK, get out of here," Jerry said, "Go home. I'll gather all this new info and pass it out to the team."
"See ya," Santana said as she left the room.
Santana went straight to the locker room and dressed quickly. She wanted to get home and start getting ready for her date with Brittany. She managed to get halfway down the hallway before someone shouted her name.
"Santana!"
"Hey Kurt," Santana said.
"You're in a hurry," Kurt said, catching up to Santana.
"I've got to get home," Santana said.
"Oh!" Kurt said, "Is tonight date night?"
Santana tried not to smile. She failed.
"That's awesome!" Kurt said, excited.
"I think you and Tina are more excited about this date than I am," Santana said.
"We just want you to be happy," Kurt said, "After Danni..."
"No, don't," Santana said, "I don't want to talk about her."
"Are you finally over her?" Kurt asked.
"I was over her a long time ago," Santana said, "And yeah, it's been a while since I've even thought about being in a relationship, but I'm OK now."
"You're thinking relationship with Brittany?" Kurt asked, smiling.
"I...," Santana began, "I have to go. I'll see you later."
Santana left a smiling Kurt and headed home.
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Brittany parked her black Audi in Santana's drive way. She noticed that Santana drove a silver Range Rover and smiled. Somehow it suited her.
Brittany had told Santana not to dress too fancy, to keep it casual. However, Brittany was sure that no mater what Santana wore, she'd look elegant.
Brittany had decided to wear a black and white flower pleated skirt, white shirt with a black cardigan. Now arriving at Santana's door, she questioned her choice in clothes.
"Shit," Brittany said, "An hour deciding and I still don't like what I chose."
She rang the doorbell.
Santana heard the bell and nearly jumped up from the coach. She hadn't been this nervous and excited for a date since, she couldn't even remember. Santana had opted to wear black jeans and lavender top. She wondered if she was underdressed, but Brittany did say casual.
"Here we go," Santana said softly as she opened the door.
"Hi," Brittany greeted with a big smile when the door opened.
"Hi," Santana said.
Any fears or nerves each woman had felt seemed to melt away at the sight of each other.
"You look fantastic," Brittany said, admiring her.
"No," Santana said shaking her head, "You do."
Brittany was sure she was blushing. Santana was wrong though, the jeans and top fit Santana perfectly in all the right places. Santana was the one that looked fantastic.
"Do you want to come in?" Santana asked, "Do we have time? I'm not sure what you have planned."
"We have time," Brittany said.
Santana was surprised at how happy she felt at having Brittany in her home.
Brittany walked in and as she passed Santana, she got a whiff of that perfume that drove her a little crazy.
Santana watched Brittany enter and couldn't help but think how beautiful she looked. Sexy and elegant. She desperately wanted to kiss her.
As Brittany entered the spacious house she saw that Santana had a lot of artistic photographs hanging on her walls.
"Wow," Brittany said as she walked to wall on her left, "These pictures are amazing. Did you take them?"
"Thanks," Santana said closing the door and joining Brittany, "Some I did, but it's mostly from established photographers."
"I love taking pictures too," Brittany said, smiling, "So you're a big photography buff huh?"
"Yes. I even considered being a photographer for a career," Santana said, "If this whole police thing didn't work out."
"I can see that," Brittany said, "I can totally picture you with your own photo studio being a big shot in the photography world."
"Well, thanks," Santana said.
"Can you imagine," Brittany said, "If I had gone into movies or dancing and you into photography, we might not have met at all."
"I think we would have," Santana said.
"Really?"
"Yeah" Santana said, "If we were meant to meet, we would have met."
Santana knew she sounded cheesy but didn't care.
"I hope so," Brittany said.
Brittany looked at Santana and tried not to think about how much she wanted to kiss her. Ever since the limo, the thought of kissing Santana preoccupied her mind.
"So, umm," Brittany began trying to distract herself, "Did you talk to Jerry?"
"I did," Santana said, "We threw some theories around. He said he'd have an updated write up for us tomorrow."
"What theories?" Brittany asked.
"Listen Brittany," Santana began, "I want to solve this case as much as you but I really don't want to talk about work. Not tonight."
"You're right," Brittany said, smiling, "No work talk tonight."
"How about a tour?" Santana asked.
Brittany smiled.
Santana walked around the living room, telling Brittany a bit about the photos she had taken.
"You are super talented, Santana," Brittany said.
"I'm OK," Santana said but loving that Brittany loved her pictures.
"Maybe you can take my picture one day," Brittany said.
"I'd love to," Santana said.
"Maybe one of me and Lord Tubbington!" Brittany said, "So I can give it to my parents. Sort of like a family portrait."
Santana couldn't help but laugh, "I really cannot wait to meet this cat!"
"He's awesome!" Brittany praised, "And my parents are awesome too."
"I hope I get to meet them too," Santana said hoping that didn't sound too forward.
"I hope so too," Brittany said as a smile tugged at her lips.
Brittany had already met the people Santana considered her family and Brittany wanted nothing more than to introduce Santana to her parents and Lord Tubbington.
Is that too fast, she wondered, we haven't even gone out on a first date and I'm already thinking of her having lunch with mom and dad.
"Uh Santana," Brittany began carefully, "You've mentioned your dad but...what about your mom?"
"Ah well," Santana said taking a breath, "I don't really have a mom. I mean, yes there's some woman out there who gave birth to me, but I've never met her."
"What happened?" Brittany asked, a sadness filling her at thinking of young Santana growing up without a mother.
"I was an accident," Santana said shrugging her shoulders, "And dear old mom never wanted kids. My dad convinced her to have me and once she did, she handed me to my dad and took off. Never heard from her again."
"I'm..I'm so sorry," Brittany said softly stepping closer to Santana.
"It's OK," Santana said with a small smile, "I never knew her and don't care if I ever do. My dad was all I needed. Then in 3rd grade I met Sam and he's been like my brother. Lt. Schuester has been like my uncle. Then they married Mercedes and Emma and they became my family. Kurt, Tina...I don't need a mom."
Santana was surprised at how much she was revealing about herself to Brittany. She never exposed herself like that but for some reason, Brittany made her want to open up.
Brittany smiled, "I'm glad you have such a big family."
"Me too," Santana said, "Now, how about we continue this tour?"
Brittany nodded.
Santana turned and lead Brittany into her kitchen.
Brittany's eyes scanned the spacious and modern kitchen.
"This kitchen is great," Brittany said, impressed, "You could really get some great dishes done in here."
Santana let out a laugh, "I'll take your word for it. I'm... cooking-challenged. So to speak."
"You have this giant kitchen and can't cook?" Brittany asked, a bit stunned.
"The kitchen came with the house," Santana said.
Brittany laughed, "I'll have to cook you something one of these days."
"That sounds very nice," Santana said, already looking forward to the meal.
"Consider it payment for the picture you're taking of me and Lord Tubbington."
Santana motioned Brittany to follow her, "This way please, the tour continues."
Brittany was already in love with this house. It felt so...perfect. So comfortable. She followed Santana through the kitchen to a small hallway.
"This is the guest room," Santana said, opening one door.
"Nice," Brittany said.
"Then across the hall," Santana said moving over to the other door, "Is my room."
Brittany looked past Santana into a large bedroom with large French windows that looked out into a pool.
"Wow!" Brittany said stepping inside, "This place is amazing. Didn't know this could be had with a officer's salary."
"Thanks," Santana said, unable to stop smiling. "Actually, the house belonged to my father. He left it to me."
"Oh," Brittany said.
"I would never be able to afford this on my own," Santana assured.
Brittany looked around the room, taking all of it in. Again, she felt that comfortable feeling wash through her body.
Santana looked at Brittany and thought about how she just...fit in her home. Santana never showed women she dated her house, let alone gave them a tour. She would gladly go to their house, but Santana would never bring them here.
Brittany went over to the French doors and looked out into the backyard. Santana followed and stopped right behind her.
"If you ever want to go for a swim," Santana said, close to Brittany's ear, "Let me know."
Brittany felt a chill run down her body at feeling Santana's breath on her, "I will," she managed to say.
Santana knew she was closer than she needed to be, but she didn't care. She wanted to be close to Brittany and unless Brittany said something, Santana was not going to back down.
Brittany turned around to face Santana, who was so close, "You have a great home," Brittany said softly.
"Thanks," Santana answered, looking into Brittany's eyes.
Brittany couldn't hold back anymore. She leaned in and was glad when Santana began to do the same.
Santana closed her eyes and kissed Brittany. Like their first kiss, this one started slow and slowly increased in intensity.
Santana brought Brittany closer to her, never breaking contact. She felt Brittany's hands run through her hair.
God, that feels good, Santana thought.
Their tongues met each other, exploring.
Brittany pulled back, her breath coming in hard, "Umm," she tried to say, "Let's..."
"Yeah," Santana said, almost gasping. She rested her forehead on Brittany's and closed her eyes.
"I've been thinking about kissing you all day," Brittany finally managed to say.
"Me too," Santana said opening her eyes and pulling back enough to see Brittany.
"Maybe it's good we got this out of the way," Brittany said, "Or else I'd be thinking about kissing you all through our date."
Santana let out a laugh, her hand caressing Brittany's cheek, "Yeah," Santana agreed, "But for the record, feel free to kiss me any time."
"Great," Brittany answered smiling, "And you can kiss me any time too."
Santana smiled and leaned in to kiss Brittany again.
Santana seemed to almost melt into Brittany's arms. She wasn't sure how it happened but all of a sudden she felt the edge of the bed on the back of her knees.
Brittany thought they were moving but wasn't sure. All she knew was that suddenly Santana had fallen back on the bed and had pulled her down too. Now on top of Santana, Brittany knew she was in trouble.
Santana felt Brittany's body on top of her and didn't think she felt anything so wonderful. It seemed like they fit perfectly.
Santana broke the kiss and moved to kiss Brittany's neck, her hand finding Brittany's bare thigh and caressing her.
"Santana," Brittany breathed, loving every sensation from Santana's touch.
Santana realized her hand was traveling too far up Brittany's leg and stopped, "I'm sorry."
Santana pulled back and moved from under Brittany, "Sorry, I..."
"No, no," Brittany assured, moving to sit up, "Don't be sorry."
"I guess I got carried away," Santana said, composing herself.
"So did I," Brittany said.
Santana moved closer Brittany, "I want you," she admitted, "I just want to kiss you and touch you."
"I want that too," Brittany admitted, smiling.
"But..."
"What?"
"I don't want to rush into this," Santana said, "I want to...get to know you better. I don't want to just..."
"OK," Brittany said, "You're right. We should get to know each other better."
Santana felt a rush a relief. Too many times she had slept with someone on the first date and Santana never really cared because she knew it was just a hook up. But with Brittany, it was different. Santana wanted this to be more than just a one time thing. She wanted a relationship.
"You sure?" Santana asked.
Brittany smiled to assure Santana, "I'm sure. To tell you the truth, I've never done this before. You know, ready to sleep with someone on the first date."
"Oh?"
"I just don't like to sleep with anyone I don't get to know first," Brittany said.
"And with me?" Santana asked.
"I haven't known you for long," Brittany said, "But I just feel so comfortable with you...like I've known you for years."
Santana leaned in and placed a small kiss on Brittany's lips, "I know what you mean."
"We should go," Brittany said, "Because I'm not sure I'll be able to control myself."
Santana chuckled, "OK. We should go. Look, Britt, I do want you, I just don't want to rush things. I don't want this to be some sort of fling."
"Me neither," Brittany said.
"Come on," Santana said, standing up, "Let's go."
Brittany got up and followed Santana to the living room.
So far, their first date was going pretty well.
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Santana and Brittany had spent all dinner talking. There wasn't one second of silence. Their conversation flowed so easily as if they had been in each other's lives for years.
Brittany had decided to take Santana to one of her favorite Japanese restaurants and to her delight, Santana loved the food.
"I've been craving sushi for a while," Santana said, grabbing another piece, "This place is amazing."
"I'm glad you like it," Brittany said, "I was worried you weren't a big Japanese food fan."
"Britt," Santana began after finishing eating her latest piece, "If it's food, I'll eat it. I mean, nothing too out there, but for the most part, I'm not picky about food."
"That's good to know," Brittany said. She noticed that Santana had started calling her "Britt" and she loved that Santana was already using nicknames with her.
Their dinner continued for another half hour before they were ready to leave.
"Where to now?" Santana asked as they walked out the door.
"The pier," Brittany said, "They have free concerts going on."
"Oh right," Santana said, "I heard about that."
"Maybe we can get dessert there too," Brittany said.
Santana went to hold Brittany's hand, "I don't think we should make out in public."
Brittany laughed, "I was thinking something along the lines of ice cream or cake."
"Oh, that kind of dessert," Santana said, faking disappointment.
They walked the short distance to the car. Brittany had never felt so connected to someone so fast. She was both excited and scared about all these new feelings. She knew that with Santana, there would be more than just a casual relationship.
They arrived at the car and Santana was sure she hadn't stopped smiling all night. She knew Brittany was different, knew that being with Brittany felt different. It felt right, complete.
"So the beach then?" Santana asked once inside.
"Yes," Brittany said starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot, "And if you're lucky, you'll get the other type of dessert after the beach."
"I'm crossing my fingers," Santana said as she held up both hands with her fingers crossed.
The rest of the night was just as easy going and full of laughs as the beginning of the date. The free concert for the night had a jazz theme.
"I hope that's OK," Brittany said, a bit worried Santana wasn't a fan.
"It's fine," Santana said, "I actually like jazz."
"You're not just saying that? Cause we can go get on the rollar coaster or something."
"Britt, it's fine," Santana assured, "Though getting on a rollar coaster does sound cool."
"How about we listen to a couple of songs, then hit the coaster."
"You read my mind," Santana said as she leaned in and placed a small kiss on Brittany's cheek.
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"I think I gained 10 pounds," Santana said as she and Brittany walked to the car.
They were now on the way home after spending almost three hours riding the pier rides and going into the shops.
"It was just a sundae," Brittany said, with a chuckle.
"A Monster-Chocolate-Volcano Sundae," Santana said.
"You'll work it off tomorrow," Brittany said.
Brittany spotted her car and unlocked the door. They got in and put on their seat belts and Brittany started the car.
"So," Santana began, "Are you taking me to your place for a tour?"
"At this hour?" Brittany asked.
"It's only 10:30," Santana said, "Don't tell me that you're tired already."
"A little," Brittany said, "I'm usually in bed by 11, 11:30."
"Are you one of those morning people?" Santana asked, faking shock.
"I am," Brittany said, "I'd rather get up early than stay up late."
"Nerd," Santana teased.
Brittany laughed.
"Besides," Brittany said, "We don't want a repeat of what happened on the other tour."
"Or maybe we do," Santana said.
"How about I show you where Puck, Quinn and I are going to live," Brittany said.
"The three of you are moving in together?"
"Yes," Brittany said, "Quinn's mother owns a couple of apartment buildings in the city…."
"Of course she does," Santana said.
"Anyway," Brittany said, "There is one building where a penthouse opened up. It's huge. Three bedrooms, three bathrooms. It's amazing."
"What's wrong with the place you have now?" Santana asked.
"I live in a one bedroom apartment with a tiny living room," Brittany said, "It's a dump compared to this penthouse."
"I doubt you live in a dump," Santana said, "OK, show me this palace."
Brittany drove through the city streets until she reached the 15-story building near the West side.
"It's this close to your old place?" Santana asked, a bit stunned, "I thought you were moving further away."
"Nope," Brittany said smiling, "Well, sort of. Instead of us being four streets apart we are now seven streets."
"Too far," Santana said.
Brittany parked in front of the building, "You are going to love it. They're still fixing it up but it does have an amazing view."
"I guess if I'm going to come visit you, I should get a preview," Santana said her tone a bit flirty.
They walked to the front of the building to the front gate. Brittany punched in the universal code on the intercom to open the door.
"Remember that code," Brittany told Santana, "For when you come visit me."
Santana smiled.
The entered the building and Brittany was surprised to see that one of the building attendants wasn't at his post.
"Hmm," Brittany said, "There's usually someone here keeping an eye on who comes and goes."
"Like a doorman?"
"Something like that," Brittany said, "Maybe he's in the bathroom."
Brittany and Santana proceeded to the elevators. Once in side, Brittany selected the 15th floor.
"Is it a good idea to live on the 15th floor in a city that's prone to earthquakes?" Santana asked, a bit worried.
"Maybe," Brittany said, "But the view is worth the risk."
They rode to the top and got out when the elevator stopped at their floor.
Santana was impressed with the building. Everything seemed to be very high class, expensive.
Brittany's penthouse door was straight ahead in the long corridor. The door had both a key hole and a keypad.
"How high tech," Santana said.
"It's great for when you forget your keys," Brittany said, typing in her code.
"Should I remember that code?" Santana asked, coyly.
"Yes you should," Brittany said, as she opened the door.
Santana was immediately drawn to the huge windows ahead that showed the city lights. In the distance she could see downtown.
"Wow!" Santana said walking to the window, "This is amazing."
"Told you," Brittany said, closing the door. She turned on the switch near the door and the lights came on, "Oh good. The electricity is working."
The penthouse was huge. It looked like it took up the whole floor. To the far left Santana could see a hallway and also one to the right.
"That's my bedroom," Brittany said, "Right down that hallway."
"Do I need to memorize a code for that door too?" Santana asked, teasing.
"Not yet," Brittany said with a sly smile.
"How about a tour?" Santana asked, hoping for a repeat of what happened earlier.
"Well," Brittany said, "There is no furniture here..so I guess we're safe."
"Totally safe," Santana said.
Brittany showed Santana the rest of the living room and then the large patio.
"Holy shit," Santana said, impressed, "You're going to live in luxury."
"I could never afford to live in a place like this," Brittany said, "But when Quinn said it was rent free, well, I couldn't say no."
"Just to warn you," Santana said, "There is a very good chance I'll be over a lot."
"Good," Brittany said, "Follow me, please. The tour continues to the kitchen."
Santana smiled and followed Brittany to the kitchen. It was bigger than her own, and Santana could just picture Brittany cooking in here.
"I bet you were excited to see this kitchen," Santana said.
"Oh yeah," Brittany said, placing her purse on the counter, "I'll cook you something once this place is finished."
"OK, that's two home cooked meals you've promised me," Santana said.
"For now," Brittany said, "Come on, let me show you my room."
"Lead the way," Santana said, a playful smile on her face.
Brittany walked past Santana and lead the way to the bedroom. They walked through the small hallway and Brittany opened the door to what would be her room.
"Wow," Santana said.
Brittany's room had a view of the city, downtown visible in the background. Santana couldn't help but think how wonderful it would be to make love to Brittany with that view on the background.
Whoa, slow down Santana, she told herself.
"You like it?" Brittany asked.
"I love it," Santana said walking to the window.
Brittany went to stand next to Santana, "You know, you are the first person to step foot in my new bedroom."
"Is that right?" Santana asked turning to face Brittany.
"That's right," Brittany said, stepping closer, "Since you are the first one I invited here, maybe you can help me decorate it."
"I'd love to," Santana said softly, pushing a strand of Brittany's hair to the side, "I'll have to be in here a lot…to measure things."
"Of course," Brittany said, her gaze shifting from Santana's eyes to her lips, "Anything you need."
"What if I need a kiss?" Santana asked, her voice low.
"Anything you need," Brittany repeated.
Santana leaned in and gently kissed Brittany's lips.
"Is that all you need?" Brittany asked in a whisper.
Santana smiled and leaned in to kiss Brittany again. This time, Santana took Brittany's lower lip in-between her own lips and nibbled.
Brittany parted her lips and ran her tongue across Santana's top lip.
"Mmm," Santana moaned as she deepened the kiss.
*THUMP*
Both women stepped back.
"What was that?" Brittany asked.
"Sounds like something fell," Santana said.
There were muffled voices.
"What the hell?" Brittany asked, "It's kinda late for the manager or workers to be in here."
Brittany went over to the door and was about to go out to the living room when she heard a familiar voice.
"I thought you said they would be living here by now," the man said, "Why are the lights on?."
Brittany's eyes widened. It was the man with the accent. From the mayor's party. Brittany went over to Santana.
"It's him," Brittany said whispering, "The man with the accent from the mayor's party."
"Shit," Santana said, "What the hell is he doing here?"
Brittany shrugged her shoulders and went back to the door, followed by Santana.
"Workers probably left the lights on. Fabray and her friends were scheduled to move in last week," another man said, one without an accent.
"I bet little miss heiress wanted to remodel the place first," the accent man said.
"Quinn," Brittany whispered. Where they after Quinn, she wondered.
"Well, we have to hold off," the non accent man said, "Quinn Fabray needs to be living here for this to work."
Santana wished she had her gun.
Brittany stepped back and was about to to use her cell phone when she realized that she had left her small purse on the kitchen counter.
"Shit," Brittany said softly, "My purse is in the kitchen. If they see that…"
"Fuck," Santana said. Luckily she had her own purse still hanging off her shoulder, "I'm calling the station to send some back up."
Santana quietly made the call and was told a unit was on it's way. 5 minutes.
"We might as well memorize the layout of the place," the accent man said.
Brittany heard the men starting to walk. If they went into the kitchen, there was no doubt they'd see her purse.
Brittany wished she had her gun.
TBC