I'm back bitches! Here I am to bring you another chapter of the fic, I hope you guys like it and also:
kid2150: No its not the same artie, the artie Claudia refers to is from the warehouse .
Enjoy.
Brittany woke up but kept her eyes closed, she stretched her arm to try and either cuddle or spoon with the Latina but she found only cold sheets, she opened her eyes and looked around, Santana was nowhere to be found and apparently had put down the blinds to create a sense of darkness in the room but not enough to make it pitch black, Brittany got up of the bed and went to the bathroom, washing the sleep of her face and then got out of the bedroom.
"Good morning sleepy head" greeted a smiling brunette.
"How much have you been awake to have that smiley face?" asked the blonde still a bit grumpy for just having woke up.
"Half an hour give or take?" guessed Santana "I don't really know but I'm happy for other reason"
"What happened? Someone finally fixed the ozone hole? Oh, no, don't tell me, you have had your yoga session of the day" joked Brittany.
"I don't do yoga, I'm more of a kick boxer" stated the Latina.
"Ew, now I have the picture of you all sweaty kicking a boxing bag..." the blonde gulped "with the eye of the tiger as background music" she added to try and save herself but the red face gave her away, luckily the brunette had turned around to stir the scrambled eggs she was making for breakfast.
"I'm not so much of a Rocky person" the Latina said laughing lightly.
"And what kind of boxing movie person are you?" asked the blonde.
"Million dollar baby, there's something about Hilary Swank kicking ass that makes that movie... Awesome" replied Santana.
"You do know that she ends up dead don't you?"
"Yes I do, thank you very much, that's one of the few movies that make me cry like a baby..."
"And she has human emotions ladies and gentleman, call the news, call the papers, this is brand new information"
"You finished?" asked Santana crooking an eyebrow.
"Yeah, why?" Brittany said laughing lightly.
Santana said nothing and put the pan on the counter, turning around with a blank face and before Brittany could react she was ticking the blonde's sides. The tall girl laughed and tried to make the Latina stop, thing that only made the woman grab her hands and put them behind her own back, trapping them between the counter and herself and letting the brunette get closer.
"You were saying?" said Santana smirking.
"I was simply putting to word my thoughts" responded Brittany.
"Wrong answer" Santana resumed her attacks at both sides of the blonde.
"I-I-wasn't im-implying tha-that you don't have e-emotions" said the blonde between laughter.
"Now was that too hard?" whispered Santana closer to the blonde than she expected.
Brittany nodded her head no, unable to speak with the other woman this close to her.
Santana then did the unexpected and freed the blonde going back to the pan, putting its contents in two plates and the plates on the island of the kitchen. Brittany with a boost of boldness grabbed the woman's arm and spun her around, turning the tables and now being her who trapped the other against the counter, then pressing their lips in a chaste kiss that lasted only a few seconds.
Santana opened and closed her mouth like a goldfish out of the water and Brittany smiled.
"Heat of the moment?" the blonde quoted the excuse the brunette had used for their first kiss leaving the other woman still gaping against the counter, noticing now that she was gripping it with both hands.
"San, you're gonna catch a fly" said the blonde making the Latina snap out of it and close her mouth still looking at her with surprise on her face.
"You kissed me" stated Santana.
"Nicely deduced, Sherlock"
"B-but why?" asked the Latina.
"I wanted to" Brittany said shrugging.
"So you do like me" said Santana getting back her confidence.
"Who knows? Maybe I do, maybe I don't..." the blonde trailed off.
"You totally do" said Santana pushing the blonde against the counter and almost brushing their lips together, making the blond gasp and close her eyes "see? Told ya" she added finally kissing the blonde fully, being kissed back the next second.
They parted but kept their foreheads together, looking into each other's eyes.
"Have I ever told you that you have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen?" asked the Latina in a whisper.
"I never pegged you as the cheesy type" said the blonde.
Santana gasped exaggeratedly.
"How dare you call me cheesy? May I say that one Miss Lopez here is not cheesy"
Brittany looked at her holding her laughter.
"And now you speak of yourself in third person… you're dropping cool points"
"Come on, I'm not cheesy okay? Plus how do you know if a person is cheesy if they have only said one cheesy thing?" asked Santana.
"One, how can one say cheesy so much in one phrase and not be it just for that? And two, you're gonna be cheesy until proven wrong" stated Brittany.
Santana glared at her and then in an act of childishness stuck her tongue out.
"San? You may want to stop, you're gonna end up without cool points if you keep it up"
The brunette glared again and turned around huffing.
"Okay listen, I take the compliment okay? I take it, but just stop acting like that, it's not cool" said Brittany.
"Fine, I want to ask you a few things if you don't mind" announced Santana.
The blonde nodded her head.
"Why call me cheesy but then accept the compliment?"
"Because it was cheesy but I don't want you to be mad or something" Brittany answered, Santana nodded.
"What the hell with the cool points?"
"I was kind of a freak with South of Nowhere when it was on…" said the blonde blushing slightly.
Santana said nothing for a few minutes and appeared to be thinking hard about something.
"What is it Tana?" asked Brittany.
"Uhhh, nothing, nothing, I just… was thinking about something…" the Latina trailed off.
"Come on Santana, tell me, you can't leave me like this, now I want to know" the blonde begged.
Santana went to the living room shaking her head while smiling softly and sat on the sofa, Brittany following her.
"Come on! Tell me or I'll tickle you" the tall girl threatened.
"Like you're gonna do so…" Santana started, being cut by the blonde straddling her and starting the tickle attack "Ahahahahahahaha Britt! No! Stop please! Mercy! Mercy!"
"You tell me and I consider stopping" said Brittany.
"St-stop and I'll tell you! I swear! Just stop it!" begged the brunette.
Brittany stopped and Santana took big gulps of air to normalize her breathing and once she had done so stared at the still straddling her blonde. The brunette then tentatively put her hands on the other girl's tights and looked at the skin tone difference for a few minutes, making the blonde impatient.
"San" the girl begged.
"Okay okay… but I want you to really think the answer okay? Don't feel obligated or anything it's just a suggestion, and I'll understand if you don't want to or you can't or whatever… and you don't have to answer right away, you can wait all the time you want, the offer is timeless and I…" Santana babbled.
"Santana! Ask me for god sake, I'm not gonna be able to say anything if you don't ask me" the blonde stopped her.
Santana looked up from her hands that still were on the blonde's tights and looked into the blue orbs that were her eyes, she breathed in and dropped the bomb.
"Move in with me"
In the other side of the city a hooded man was talking with a big tall business man, he gave him an envelope which was opened the second it fell into the other man's hands.
"All the money is here?" the taller asked.
"Yes, six thousand dollars, bills of a hundred, non consecutive" said the hooded man.
"Perfect, you wanted me to abduct the subject and take her to a warehouse, then wait for veiled fairy and kill her then and only then, am I right?"
"Exactly, I want both of them to suffer, and they will..." the hooded man trailed off.
"Okay then, we'll be seeing you; it's always good to make business with your family, Abrams"
"I'll be seeing you Dickinson" said Artie taking his hood off, showing his face.