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CHAPTER 7
Santana and Kazey returned shortly, panting heavily but with smiles on their faces. Santana brought her right hand up, in front of Kazey and the young girl happily smacks it.
"I'm still better than you!" Kazey informs, while sticking her tongue out playfully.
Santana put both her hands up in defense. "Alright, Alright. Whatever you say Kaze"
Kazey smiles back then skips her way to the kitchen, where in she finds Brittany cutting slices of bread. Kazey runs to Brittany, giving her a bone crushing hug and startles her mom, making her drop a slice.
"Kay!" Brittany shrieked, pouting as she looks down on a wasted loaf.
Kazey lets go of Brittany at once and fiddles with her fingers shyly. "Oops, sorry mommy" she apologizes.
Brittany sighs deeply and replaces her frown with a smile, she just couldn't frown at Kazey, the young girl was her treasure after all. Brittany leans down so that she was eye level with Kazey and playfully pinches her nose. "It's alright. Just don't do it again okay, Kay?" (A/N: haha, it rhymes. :) just saying..)
Kazey smiles weakly in return. "Yes Mom"
"Good, now why not change into something nice for the park?" Brittany politely commands as she continues slicing the bread with a smirk on her face.
"We're going to the park?" Kazey screams in delight. Kazey loves the park, it was sunny, windy and refreshing, unlike some other places that are cold, freezing and harsh wind.
"Didn't I just say that?" Brittany teases, still having a smirk on her face.
Without another word, Kazey runs off to her room and slams it shut.
"What'd you say to her?" Santana asks after looking at Kazey's actions
"Just that we're going to the park, and you're coming too" Brittany replies, now buttering the bread with her back against the Latina.
Santana chuckles lightly. "Alright, I get it. I'm going"
Brittany smiles happily, making sure Santana couldn't see, and then they both heard a rattling sound nearby. Brittany turns her head to Santana with a confused face and notices Santana showed the same expression too. The rattling continued until Santana felt a vibration on her back.
She turned around and saw her phone moving from the vibration. "Oh, it was my phone… when did it get there?" she mumbles quietly.
Brittany goes back to preparing bread when Santana opens her phone to see who the caller was. She saw the name Mami Rose flashing in the screen.
"Hi Mami" she greets
"Santana darling! I have bad news again"
"Harry Potter died? Yes Mami, I know… I watched the movie with Q last week, I can't believe you're that late Mami, Did you just watch it now? Anyways, don't worry. Vold—"
"SANTANA" her mom cuts in with a growl
"You-know-Who dies in the end, and Harry Potter lives again! ….. wait, how is that bad news mami? It's a good ending" Santana finishes, knowing her mom too well
"Honey, as much as I'd love to talk about Harry Potter since I'm obsessed fan, NO. That isn't the news, it's something else. You see, it's pretty hectic here. So, Fred and I were asked to stay a little bit longer"
Santana scratched her head in frustration, sighing deeply. "How long?" she grunted
"Until February honey, sorry"
"FEB—WHAT? Are you and Pa gonna live there or something without telling me?" Santana barked. She was very mad at this. She may look like a tough, strong bitch, but really, she misses her parents. When they left, Quinn was the only one who was part of the family that lived near her, but now she's gone too and would return after a year or so.
Brittany flinched at Santana's raged voice, but decides not to mind it as she slowly packs the slices of bread inside a basket.
"No, sweetie… please understand… we can't just deny our patients here" Rose pleaded, not wanting Santana to think badly of them.
"You know what, whatever. Just do all those fucking surgery all you want" Santana shoots back
"Honey, We're really sorry, but do us a favor?"
Santana laughed mockingly at her mom. "Favor? I'll help you do something that would make you stay longer there? No way Mami"
"Santana Lopez, I know you are mad at us for this, but we are your parents, so watch your language young lady!" she screams, knowing it was the only way for Santana to follow her.
"Whatever. What do you want?" Santana scoffs back, not in the mood to talk lightly to her mom.
"Go to the airport and pick up something for us, no… actually, it's for you. Since we won't be there for Christmas, we sent you some Christmas lights and everything. To keep you company, after all… you're going to be alone in that house… oh dear, forgive me honey" Rose apologizes after realizing the fact that Santana was alone in her house
"Oh right, I didn't tell you yet, I'm living with Brittany, a friend of Q and hobbit for a while, since we're both alone" Santana explains, not knowing that Brittany was smiling again when the Latina mentioned her name
"Really? Well, at least you're not alone"
"Yeah, anyways… Really Mami? Christmas lights and balls? I'm not a baby anymore" she hisses.
"Just go get it okay? Why not leave it in our house first? You don't have to bring it to Brittany's place. It's just August"
"I"ll d—"Santana didn't finish because she suddenly remembered something. AIRPORT. CAR. SHIT.
"Oh crap!" Santana cursed, forgetting she was on the phone with her mom and angrily punches the object next to her, earning an alarmed look from Brittany.
"SANTANA! WHAT DID I TELL YOU?" Rose screamed at the top of her lungs.
Santana shakes her swollen red hand painfully. "Ugh, Ouch. Stupid stove. What? No! Mami, not you. I just… I left my car at the airport, I forgot to get it today… shit, that hurts" she whimpers.
"Of course you left your car in the airport"
"Hey! Don't mock me, I was too tired to drive okay Mami? Ouch…"
"Just get it okay? Its in a brown box with number 747 on it"
Santana still shakes her hand in pain. "O-Okay" she whimpers, fuck you stove
"Alright, take care honey. Bye" Rose hangs up first and Santana crouches down, howling in pain.
Brittany grabs a wet towel and runs to Santana's side. "Here, wrap this around, the hot water might cool the pain" Brittany instructs. She may not be the brightest person in the world, but she's very good in medical stuff since she takes care of Kazey, who gets sick a lot.
Santana does what Brittany says and groans when she comes in contact with the hot towel. "It burns Britt"
"Not my fault you punched a metal stove" Brittany joked, hoping it would make Santana feel a bit better.
"How am I gonna drive with this shit?" Santana complains.
"Drive? Are you going somewhere?"
"Well, I'm taking a cab to the airport, but after getting my car…shit ouch… I'm driving to my parent's house… crap"
"Ohh, want me to come with you then? I'll drive. My car's outside" Brittany suggests while pointing to her garage.
"No! Don't bother, Kazey's really excited about the park and I don't want to ruin it"
"You're not ruining it, we can go back after"
"Britt, its 1pm, I'll be back here by… ouch…5 or so…shit, ouch… and its not really nice to go to the park at that time..ouch"
"But, are you going to be okay?" Brittany asks sincerely. She didn't like it when her friends (especially Kay) was in pain, it made her sad too.
Santana straightened her back and smiled softly to Brittany. "I'll be fine… ouch… I'm a tough bitch you know"
Brittany rolls her eyes when she sees Santana still cursing in pain and laughs softly. "Sure you are"
"ouch, look. Don't worry okay? I'll be good after a couple of hours. Favor though, can you get my… ouch… jacket by the sofa?" Santana asks nicely, still in pain. She felt stupid for punching a metal that would make her hand cringe.
"Sure, I'll get your keys too. I got it yesterday to get your stuff from your car."
Santana blushed in embarrassment and something came to her head again. BRITTANY. NAKED. SHOWER. CRAP. STOVE. SHIT
She quickly looked away, not wanting to look at Brittany again. Brittany notices this and tilts her head to the side. "What's wrong? Did getting your key make you sad? I'm sorry"
Santana shakes her head, still not looking and takes a big gulp. "Y-You saw me naked this morning" she mutters
Brittany laughs hysterically at Santana and quickly holds her hand up, making sure she didn't offend her. "Oh, you're still worrying about that? It's okay! Haha, you're hot and pretty, so don't worry!"
After realizing what she just said, it was Brittany's turn to looking away and blush. Santana though, grins sheepishly but still has her cheeks stained with the color of red.
"Hot and pretty, huh?"
Brittany tugs a strand of hair behind her ear and walks out of the kitchen to the sofa, grabbing her jacket and key then shyly enters again with a weak smile on her face. "Its true though…." She mumbles, handing Santana her stuff.
"Thanks Britt. I'll be back soon. Say sorry to Kazey" Santana says while walking out the door and reaching out her phone to call a cab.
"Yeah, I want a cab.. uhuh. Oakwood Village, Apple Street."
"What's the number of your house mam?"
Since Santana couldn't see any number at the Pierce residence and she was too lazy to go in and ask she simply answered the man's question by saying. "Find a hot woman, that's all I can give you"
….
After a while (Santana's already gone)Kazey comes rushing in the kitchen to only find Brittany combing her blonde hair. She looks around for Santana, but frowns when she doesn't see her.
"Where's Auntie Sanny?"
Brittany picks up the basket and pats the young girl's head adoringly. "Sorry Kay, she had an important errand to do"
Kazey lets out a loud 'huff' in response. "Then I don't want to go!"
Brittany shrugs her shoulders, walking to the front door and puts a hat on. She turns the knob open and Kazey feels the sun's rays touch her skin. "Alright, see you later Kay, Make sure you lock the door I wo—"
Before Brittany could finish her sentence, Kazey immediately runs out the door and falls down on the front lawn, giggling to herself. Brittany rolls her eyes at Kazey's weird actions and locks the door tightly. She hides the key behind the wooden pot and approaches the young child on the ground.
"Come on; don't waste your energy here. Let's go to the park! The ducks need me!" Brittany giggles, reaching her hand out to Kazey, who happily takes it.
"YAY!"
…..
Santana exits the cab, giving him a few dollars and rushes in the airport. She walks to the luggage station and waits for a brown box with the number 747 to appear.
"Ugh! Where is that blue suitcase? I swear, if the plane lost it, I'm going to file a law suit!" a man said from Santana's side
"Calm down, Kurt" said another voice, a woman.
"Tina's right. Just relax, it will come" another woman's voice.
"You don't get it Mercedes! Blaine's picture is in it, and that's the original" the man, Kurt grunts angrily.
"Just wait, it will come soon"
"I cannot wait! We have been here for almost an hour! That isn't normal if you ask me"
"I agree with you, but… what can we do? We can't just do magic or anything"
Santana snorted at this one, making the trio turn their heads at her.
"Sorry, is there something I said?" the black-haired woman asked, feeling a bit offended.
Santana shakes her head in denial. "Sorry, don't mind me. Just reminded me of my mother, when you said magic. Seriously, I hear it everyday"
"Really? Uhm, Alright. Are—Are you waiting for something?"
"Yup, Parent's stuff. You?" Santana rotates her head to the side, getting a full view of the people she was talking to.
"We came from California"
"and we're currently waiting for our bags" Kurt said with frustration.
"My name's Tina by the way"
"Santana"
"This is Mercedes, and Kurt" Tina introduces.
Mercedes smiles nicely to Santana while Kurt sighs very deeply, still frustrated with their bags.
"Pleasure" Santana replies, grinning at them.
Before any of them could continue talking, the speaker on the wall made an announcement.
"FORGIVE US FOR THE LONG WAIT, THERE WERE SOME DIFFICULTIES OPENING THE CARGO, BUT IN A MOMENT, YOU'RE LUGGAGES WILL ARRIVE. THANK YOU AND HAVE A GOOD DAY"
They hear a clanging noise and after a while, luggages and bags were coming out of a squared hole. Kurt gleams happily when he sees his blue suitcase and quickly snatches it out of the moving black tiles.
"Finally!"
Tina and Mercedes found their bags moments later, pulling them out of the platform with smiles on their faces. Tina rolls her bag to Santana while Mercedes walks to Kurt.
"It was nice meeting you, but we have to go. See you around, Santana"
Santana gives a warm smile back as they exit through the transparent doors. And as soon as they're gone, she grunts loudly, feeling frustrated as well since the box wasn't there yet.
A man in a black vest and orange sleeved blouse approaches her, wheeling a huge brown box. Santana didn't notice him, still concentrated on the squared hole, hoping a box would come out.
"Um, Excuse me, Santana Lopez?" he coughs, getting the attention of the Latina.
Santana turns her head abruptly and looks down. "Yeah. That's me. Is that mine?"
The guy nods, giving the stroller to Santana and bows politely. "You're mom told me to give it to you personally, she was afraid it might break" he explains.
Santana quirks and eyebrow at the man and laughs mockingly. "Wait, Hold up. Did my parents use a PRIVATE JET PLANE to send me USED Christmas decorations because they don't want it to break?"
The man laughs too, scratching his head shyly. "Pretty crazy huh? What rich doctors do."
"CRAZY rich doctors" Santana corrected. "Anyways, you can go now. Thanks for this"
"Anytime Miss Lopez" he simply says, giving one more bow then leaves without another word.
Santana takes one more look at the box and sighs. "Seriously…" she mutters, realizing her swollen hand didn't hurt that much anymore. She turns the stroller the opposite way and pushes it forward, outside the airport, where she left her car.
"At least my hand is good… OH SHIT, the guards better not tow my car away" she curses.
….
As Brittany feeds the ducks that were swimming in the pond, Kazey runs around the park with both of her hands up, imitating an airplane.
"VOOOSHHH! MOOOOSSH! VRROOOOSH!" she says, turning in circles then falls down on her butt, feeling very dizzy.
"Kay, be careful! You might hit something!" Brittany shrieks, seeing the young blonde on the ground, giggling.
Kazey gives a thumbs up to Brittany and smiles wide. "Don't worry mommy! I'm okay!"
Brittany sighs in relief then continues throwing crumbs of bread, smiling warmly when she sees the ducks eat it.
"You like that?" she asks quietly to the smallest duck she sees, earning a 'quack' in return.
Kazey flops down beside Brittany on the bench and stretches her arms up. "HAAA~ I love summer" she hums, resting her tiny head on Brittany's lap.
"Well, you better have a good time before it lasts, you have school next week" Brittany teases her, stroking her soft hair.
Kazey pouts back. "I don't want summer to be gone! That means Christmas will be near! Euw, I hate Christmas" she says in disgust.
"I know you hate Christmas, but… you should try liking it you know" Brittany smiles weakly, trying to make Kazey like Christmas season at least, she doesn't need to love it yet, like was enough already.
Kazey furiously shakes her head. "NO! I will never ever EVER like Christmas, It's the worst month of the year! I want to hibernate like the animals so that I wont see it. I hate December!"
"Kay, don't say hate. It isn't a good word for your age"
Kazey sits up abruptly, her back on Brittany and begins to cry. "I DON'T GET IT, MOMMY. WHY DON'T YOU HATE CHRISTMAS?" she cries out.
Brittany frowns back, rubbing her arms gently. "I don't know…. I mean, what's there to hate? Christmas is fun. You get presents, snowball fights—" Brittany stops and bites her tongue. "I mean, snowball games." She corrects, wishing Kazey didn't hear the word 'fight', but sadly she did, making her look back at Brittany with tears rolling down her eyes.
"Christmas isn't fun at all! Mommy should hate it more than I do! After all, that's the day when we ran away from …. From THEM!" she screams, not enjoying the memory of her real parents.
"Kay, you'll understand when you get older, I was also mad when that happened, but can't you see that we're happy now, honey?" Brittany pleads the young girl. She didn't want to relive the memory of that night at all. The past is the past.
Kazey wipes her tears away and sniffs. "O-Okay, I'm sorry mommy. I shouldn't have said that. I just don't like Christmas" she says angrily. (A/N: Kazey's such a poor girl, seeing so much and having a lot of stress!)
Brittany pats her head affectionately, signaling her to go back to her lap, which Kazey happily follows. Brittany brushes her hair again, knowing it would calm the young girl down. "I know. I know. I just want you to like it, Kay. You're missing so much! I mean, I'm not really fond of Christmas too, but… I grew to like it, since… I spent them with you now" she smirks, pinching Kazey's nose lightly.
The young child giggles in response. "Okay Mommy, but I still don't like it."
"Can we drop this….? I know ! Let's talk about school! How was it last year?"
"I already told you Mommy!" she grunts, yawning loudly.
"I know, but I never get tired of you talking about it. How's Molly? I met her mom! She's nice. Is she you're best friend? You haven't told me about her yet! Well… we only talked about you being smart, unlike me… but… you never talked about friends now that I remember"
Once Brittany mentioned the name 'Molly' Kazey flinched.
Brittany notices this, looking down on her. "What's wrong Kay? You look … uh… well, not cheery. Which isn't you.."
Kazey takes a huge gulp and forces a smile back. "I'm good, Mommy! Molly is a-awesome!" she chokes out.
Brittany quirks an eyebrow at the young girl, confused. "What-? You sound weird, Kay. Is there something you're not telling me?"
Kazey sits back up and grabs a slice of bread, taking a bite. "Don't worry Mommy! Let's eat! I'm hungry!"
Brittany still stares at Kazey, trying to get something out of her but sighs when Kazey doesn't say anything else. She grabs a piece as well and eats happily with the young girl.
Brittany was so caught up with having a fun time with Kazey that she didn't hear the ringing of her phone with the name "TINA" flashing out
…
"I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU SAY. WHERE THE FUCK IS MY CAR!" Santana yells loudly, veins almost popping out of her skin.
The guard quivers at Santana's outburst, a sweat dropping down his neck as he gulps hard. "S-Sorry mam Lopez, I … I… I… don't know!"
Santana stomps her foot down angrily and walks closer to the frightened man. "I SAID I DON'T CARE. I'M SANTANA LOPEZ AND I CAN DO WHATEVER I WANT HERE, SO GIVE ME MY CAR BACK!"
"M-Mam, I don't know where it is! I'm morning shift, b-but Sir Stahn was here yesterday night… I think he knows! PLEASE! DON'T KILL ME!" he shrieks
Santana backs away from him, still glaring. "YOU'RE A COWARD FOR A GUARD YOU KNOW!"
The man quivers again as Santana walks to the police office, slamming it open. Everyone in the room turns their attention to the angry Latina, giving her way as she walks to a man who wasn't showing any fear at all.
She slams both her hands flat on his table, making him look up. "SINCE YOU'RE THE UGLIEST OF THEM ALL, YOU MUST BE STAHN!" she hisses.
Stahn smirks at Santana's rage, finding it rather sexy than scary and sits straight. "Yes, I'm Stahn. The HOTTEST you mean" he retorts.
Everyone in the room whispers quietly at the man's courage to talk back. Since Stahn was new, he didn't know what Santana was like when she was mad.
Santana laughs wickedly at him, slamming her fists again. "DID YOU JUST ANSWER BACK? IT SEEMS YOU DON'T KNOW THE CONSEQUENCE OF MAKING SANTANA ANGRY. PHILIP!" she yells.
A buff guy with curly blonde hair walks slowly to Santana, his legs shivering a bit. "Y-Yes Santana?"
Unfortunately, every single guard in the airport feared the Latina, this wasn't the first time she left her car on the road and it wasn't the first time she caused problems. But, once she saw her car was missing outside, and the image of her precious thing being towed away entered her mind, she immediately yelled in rage, wondering who the fool was. The fool who messed with Santana Lopez and her stuff.
Stahn quirks an eyebrow at Philip who was stuttering, once he was asked to join the airport guards Philip was talking high and mighty, but … once Santana entered, he was quivering like a coward.
"WHO TOWED MY CAR?" she growled.
"I… I don't know, I mean, no one in the right mind wou—"
"—I DID" Stahn interrupts, making the room silent.
Santana turns her head to him with a scowl on her face. "WHAT DID YOU SAY?"
Stahn rests his chin on top of his intertwined hands and smiles devilishly. "You heard me, I did it. You aren't supposed to leave your cars in the open road for the whole night, Miss… Santana" he scoffs back, feeling very interested on the woman who made the top guard shriek in fear.
"STAHN!" Philip shouted. "You must not talk like that to Santana! And what did we tell you once you arrived here? RULE #1, If you see anything that belonged to Santana Lopez, do not do anything with it! That's the to—"
Philip was interrupted when Santana brought her hand up. "It's okay Philip. It seems this man hasn't paid attention to you at all" she glares.
"WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT? HUH!" Stahn fires back while spitting out some saliva to her jeans.
Everyone gasped at Stahn's actions, already knowing what would happen next.
"PHILIP, rope, knife and marker. NOW" Santana commanded and Philip followed at once.
…
And, here we are now, Stahn tied tightly on his chair, his head shaved clean, with "SANTANA LOPEZ RULES" written on his forehead. Stahn cries sadly as everyone in the room looks at him with smirks on their faces.
On the other side of the room, Santana was talking to Philip, her anger slowly drifting away after torturing Stahn.
"I'm very sorry Santana, I'll call Tow and Mow at once, they'll be here any moment now" he apologizes.
Santana checks the clock on the wall and sighs deeply. "It's almost 4. I have to be 'home' by 6. I promised Britt. Do you have a spare car I can borrow?"
"Spare…spare.. OH! If you want, you can take mine, Santana. I'll be working late today after all"
"What—Are you sure..? I know you're scared of me and all, but… I'm not that rude to just get your car"
Philip smirks at Santana, chuckling softly then looks back at the staff members who were taking pictures of the tortured Stahn making him chuckle some more. "Are you kidding me Santana? That Stahn dude was rude to all of us! Even if I was his chief, he never listened to me and replaced my coffee with peanut butter! And I'm allergic to them! I wanted to beat the crap out of him, bu—" Stahn stopped talking, forgetting Santana was at his presence and soon returned to being shy. "S-So, I won't mind if you borrowed my car!"
"Whatever, keys? I need to go"
Philip brings out a gold key out of his pocket and hands it over to Santana. "Black BMW" he informs.
"BMW? Not bad Phil"
Philip blushes shyly. "I-It was a gift f-from my girlfriend" he replies, smiling at the image of his girlfriend.
Santana rolls her eyes in response. "Whatever, NOW GO BACK TO WORK AND MAKE SURE THIS DOESN'T HAPPEN AGAIN!" she yells, turning back to fierce Santana, making Philip and the others flinch.
"O-Of course, Saf-e trip Santana"
Before Santana completely left the room, she walks back to Philip, making him bolt at Santana's sudden appearance again. "When my car arrives, and you're done with work, can you drive by this address?" Santana writes down the address of Pierce residence on a piece of paper. "and… leave my car there. I'll be 'home', so you can pick up your car by then" she finishes, giving Philip the paper and key.
Philip takes a look at the paper and smiles weakly. "T-This is on the way to my house! No problem at all" he replies as Santana leaves.
Santana picks up the stroller that was being watched by the guard a while ago and leaves the quivering man on the road. She had quite a hard time looking for Philip's car since there were a lot of black cars, but later finds it, happily opening it and dropping the box on the passenger seat.
She spots a picture lying on the bottom of the car and smirks when she sees Philip grinning widely with a blonde woman around his arms, not looking like the scared man from a while ago.
As Santana drives out of the parking lot she couldn't help but say "Damn, am I good or what?"
….
"Mommy! Look! The duck came out of the pond!" Kazey squeals, with a baby duck on her hands.
Brittany smiles brightly, rubbing the duck's head lightly. "I called him SUMMERS!" Kazey added, smiling wide.
"Aren't you a cutie, huh Summers?" Brittany cooed.
Kazey yawns sleepily, making Brittany stop looking at Summers. "Wanna go home?"
"Mhmm" Kazey nods slowly, placing Summers back on the pond.
"BYE SUMMERS!" she screamed as the young duckling swam to his siblings.
Brittany takes a hold of Kazey's left hand, using her other hand to carry the now empty basket. "How do you know its Summers once we come back?"
"Because Summers has a small scar on his right eye! Probably from a pebble. People can be mean sometimes…" Kazey muttered.
Brittany swings their hands back and forth as they walk back to their home. (The park was in their village)
"Is Auntie Sanny back home?"
"I'm not sure sweetie, why?"
"I really like her" Kazey giggles.
Brittany smiles back in response, looking up at the sky. "I like her too…"
…..
With a bit of effort, Santana unlocks the door to her parent's house with a spare key and kicks it open, carrying the box with her arms. She drops it on the living room, sighing in relief.
"That's done" she mumbles, taking one more look at the box.
"Alright. Time to go back" Santana exits the house, locking it safely and drives back to Oakwood Village.
…..
"Go take a bath, then we'll have dinner" Brittany tells Kazey as she runs to the bathroom.
Brittany drops the basket on the kitchen table and checks the time. "5pm"
She opens her phone and is alarmed when it said she got 3 missed calls. Brittany quickly called back, and after a few rings… Tina answers.
"Britt! Ive been calling you!" Tina exclaimed
"Sorry Tina, I was in the park with Kay the whole time, I didn't notice"
"It's alright … Anyways guess what!"
Brittany tilts her head to the side with a confused face. "What?"
"We're here! In Ohio!" Tina blurts out
Brittany's eyes widen as she screams loudly. "NOW?"
"YEAH! Mercedes and Kurt too. We'll explain why some other time"
"oh my gosh! You should come over! Like now! It's been years Tina!" Brittany squeals in delight.
"Well, I guess we'll explain later instead. do you still live in…?"
"Oakwood Village! Apple Street!"
"Okay, Britt. Chill down. We'll be there by 7. We're still packing up at the hotel."
"Okay! Bye! See you later!" And with that, they hung up and Brittany hears the front door open. She walks out the kitchen and smiles wide when she sees Santana enter.
"SAN! How's your day?"
Santana closes the door and returns the smile, feeling her chest pounding since she hasn't seen Brittany's sweet smile for hours.
"G-Great.. Did what my mom told me, you?"
"Me and Kay had fun! Wish you were there though" Brittany pouts.
"Next time, Britt. I'll go"
"Oh! We'll be having guests! I should introduce you to them!"
"guests? I thought you were alone in Ohio, like me…" Santana says shyly, feeling left out.
"I am alone here in Ohio, but they came back from some other country! My colleagues" Brittany beams.
"Oh, That's nice. Want me help you cook?"
"That would be helpful!"
"How many are coming? and where from?"
Brittany goes back in the kitchen. "3, California"
Santana stops walking and wonders for a while, feeling nostalgic.
[to be continued]
HEY GUYS. THAT WAS PRETTY LONG. HAHA, ANYWAYS THERE'S NO LOVE HERE YET CUZ, IM PLOTTING THE STORY.. YOU KNOW, PUTTING IT ALL TOGETHER SO THAT IM READY FOR THE NEXT CHAPTERS, AND EVERYTHING THEY DO HAS A MEANING.
PLEASE REVIEW! :)
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