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just gotta say, watup2mycup drew another amazing picture of a scene from last chapter, i'm gonna post it on my tumblr summerkid12.
this chapter is important, obviously or it wouldn't be here, but it's kind of a filler, so i really hope you like it.
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"Rachel!" Brittany yells from her bedroom, hopping around on one foot trying to get her heel on her foot as she moves towards the door. "Rachel!" She calls out once again to be heard over the music blasting from the living room, she now understood why Santana tried to hide her Barbra collection. Finally slipping on her shoe she briskly walks down the hallway to find Rachel standing in the middle of the living room with a whisk in her hand singing into it at the top of her lungs, no wonder she can't hear the blonde shouting for her. With a huff Brittany stalks over to the CD player and turns down the volume startling the brunette from her solo and catches her eye. "I've been calling you for like five minutes." Brittany tells her friend who shrugs and walks the whisk back to the kitchen.
"Sorry." Rachel mutters shutting the drawer and moving to the fridge to grab a bottle of water and eyes the blonde up carefully. "Someone looks nice." She grins taking in Brittany's formal wear and the blonde beams back at her, glancing down at her dress and blushes slightly.
"Thanks." Brittany licks her lips and looks back up at her friend. "You think Santana will like it?" She twirls around nervously as Rachel nods.
"Absolutely." When Brittany stops spinning around she clasps her hands in front of her and glances down at her shoes. "Are you guys going out?"
"Yes." She replies softly and shrugs, playing with the fabric of her dress that softly clings to her thighs. "Santana told me that we are going out on a date tonight and to get dressed up." She grins from ear to ear when she sees the brunette do just the same and she can't help but giggle. "We haven't been out on a real date in so long." She admits moving to take a seat at the kitchen table.
"Tell me about it, a date night for Quinn and I consist of watching a repeat of Jeopardy in my room and sharing a bowl of 90 calorie popcorn." The blonde chuckles at her friends honesty, knowing she has definitely walked in on a few of their 'dates' before and it only reminds her of the faux dates she and Santana have been on since they moved here. "Not exactly romantic."
"I think it is." Brittany tells the diva who eyes her curiously. "I mean, sometimes Santana and I share a bowl of ice cream in bed and put one of our iPod's on shuffle with the television on mute." She smirks, her eyes looking down at the plastic table cloth Quinn had decided to cover the table with and picks at it. "I can't think of anytime with Santana as not being romantic." Rachel smiles kindly down at her friend and nods, her simple thoughts always seem the most brilliant. "But," She speaks up again and pushes her chair back to stand up once more. "It is also nice to get dressed up, go out to a nice restaurant and show her off." Brittany winks at Rachel and spins around some more in her new dress.
"What brought on the sudden urge for her to take you out?" She asks curiously, opening the fridge once again and grabbing a bowl of grapes taking a seat at the table Brittany has just vacated. The blonde stops twirling and brings her hands behind her, clasping them at her back and bites her lower lip.
"She doesn't need a reason Rachel." Brittany explains carefully and clears her throat softly. "Just like I don't need a reason to tell her that I love her every day… there are just way too many." She smiles wide and nods her head, happy with her own response and turns back to the hallway to walk down to her and Santana's bedroom to finish getting ready leaving Rachel to wonder if she is supposed to take Quinn out just cause as well.
"Fifty-five, fifty-six, fifty-seven…" Santana counts out, trailing off in her own mind as she gets into a groove, placing the money down onto the counter when she is done.
"You look weird today." Quinn comments as she comes up beside the Latina with her own book of money ready to cash out just the same. Santana side eyes her as she takes her tips and places them into her pocket.
"Just count your money and mind your business." Santana says lowly, motioning towards her friend black book and hits her hip against the blondes. Quinn carefully opens her book, places it on the counter and runs her fingers over the money poking out but her eyes are still looking over at Santana.
"Are you sweating?" She asks and brings her hand up to Santana's forehead brushing her finger across the skin there but the Latina is quick to swat her hand away.
"Quit it." Santana spits out, picking up her things and moves over a foot and Quinn watches her, squints her eyes and smirks.
"You're sweating." She repeats but this time without the questioning part of it.
"It's hot in this place when you're actually working." Santana glares at Quinn emphasizing her words. The blonde snorts and turns her attention back to her book to count her money and separate her tips. They stand there for a few moments in silence, Quinn hums to herself while Santana fills out paper work quickly.
"Why are you sweating now though? You haven't had a table for the last hour." Quinn breaks their silence and turns to lean against the counter eyeing her friend suspiciously. Santana huffs, drops her hands and her head flies back for a moment to gather herself.
"If you must know," She snaps, twisting her body to face Quinn and she puts a hand on her hip and sighs. "I am taking Britts out on a date tonight so I'm stressing about getting home in time to get ready." She informs her rather annoying friend and swiftly grabs her things trying to gather them up before another round of questioning starts. Quinn continues to stare at her, confusion written all over her face and she arches one perfectly shaped eyebrow, not at all buying Santana's story.
"That's why you look like a whore in church right now?" She challenges, spinning back around and crosses her arms over her chest. "Because you don't want to be running late?" The icy glare that Santana shoots her is one she's seen before but it still holds its full power and she slightly cowers away only to smirk when Santana thinks she's given up. "You're hiding something." Quinn pokes her friend's sides with her fingers and the Latina fails at batting them away.
"Stop it!" She hisses through clenched teeth trying to fight off the giggle that wants to come out and bites her lips to keep the grin from forming on her lips. "Stop it Quinn!" Santana slaps her hand finally able to move her body away when she knocks the blonde's book on the floor making the money spill onto the floor.
"Shit S!" Quinn groans with annoyance, her antics coming to a halt.
"See what happens when you fuck with me." Santana tells her pointedly.
"Well you don't have to be a complete asshole." She motions to her things strewn all over the floor before bending down to retrieve it. "I was just messing around with you because you're acting like a weirdo." Santana twists her lips in thought as she watches Quinn move to gather her things and she lets out a sigh and rolls her eyes.
Laughter can be heard on the other side of the door and it booms into the apartment once the door opens. Brittany looks across the kitchen and through to the living room to find her girlfriend and her friend walking in giggling and smirking, obviously they are talking about work or something work related, it's a common occurrence when they shared a shift. Quinn glances over to spot Brittany and her eyes widen and she sends a wink to her blonde buddy and gives a little wave.
"Hey BB, you look smokin'." And with that, Quinn pats Santana on the back and heads to her and Rachel's bedroom. They watch as Quinn leaves them alone and Santana kicks the door closed with her foot and turns her attention back to Brittany, her mouth hanging open as she takes in the blonde's appearance.
"Wow." Santana breathes out, her eyebrows raised and she takes slow steps towards her girl, a small grin playing on her lips. "You look…" She meets blue eyes. "Incredible." Her features soften and she shakes her head taking Brittany in again completely. The blonde blushes, gnaws on her lower lip and steps up to her girlfriend placing her hands on the shorter girls hips.
"Get your hot ass in the shower babe." She winks and leans in for a quick peck to Santana's lips. "Because I'm literally one second away from showing you what I've got on underneath this dress." She whispers out huskily and gives the Latina's hips a quick squeeze before brushing past her towards the couch, making sure to sway her hips more than usual. Santana's jaw drops and she shakes her head wondering if she will make it through the night with the images of what her girlfriend could have under that dress.
Santana leads Brittany out of their apartment, holding her hand firmly in her own as they step to the corner and she waves her free hand out to hail a cab. It takes her one try to actually get one which pleases both girls and makes for a great start for the night. The Latina gives the driver an address which means nothing to the blonde and they are soon on their way. They make small talk during the ride, school, work and the upcoming Christmas break and impending finals bringing the blonde's first semester at college to an end.
The cab coming to a stop brings Brittany out of her Santana haze and she glances over to see a bunch of shops and restaurants to their right. The Latina hands over some money to the driver telling him to keep the change and she opens the door stepping out to the chilly winter city street and extends her hand to Brittany who gladly accepts it.
Their dresses wave in the wind as they walk up the curb and onto the sidewalk, Brittany still not sure of where they are headed and she lets Santana lead her. The Latina looks to the blonde and grins, nodding her head to the place in front of them garnering a wide eyed grin from Brittany.
"LaRocco's?" Brittany asks in surprise and squeezes her girlfriend's hand. Santana giggles and nods squeezing her hand back, tugging her closer against her body.
"Nothing's too good for my chica." She winks over at Brittany who smiles back and walks through the glass door that Santana pulls open for her. They walk up to the hostess desk to be greeted by a young woman who smiles back at them. "Reservation for two, under Lopez." The young woman goes through her list, taps her pen and nods.
"Right this way ladies." She grabs two very large menus and with her head, motions for them to follow her into the big dining room just beyond the doorway of the entrance.
"Holy sh… Santana this place is really nice." Brittany comments quietly, gripping her arm tightly around Santana's as she looks around the room at the tables filled with people in fancy clothes looking all sophisticated. "I've only ever read about this place but it is… wow it's a lot nicer inside." She explains, her head turning and spinning to take everything in and Santana just grins from ear to ear.
"Here you go ladies." The hostess places the menus down onto two plates that are covered with fancy white cloth napkins and a table that is decorated with a small thin vase holding a single red rose and two white candles. "Your server is Jimmy and he'll be right over to start you off with drinks." She smiles at them and leaves them be.
"My lady." Santana says cutely as she pulls her arm from Brittany's and goes to help her with her jacket.
"Thank you." Brittany whispers, letting the jacket be slowly pulled from her body and set onto the back of her chair which is then pulled out for her. She nods in appreciation once again as she takes her seat and allows Santana to push the chair in for her a little before making her way to her own chair, putting her coat on the back and taking a seat. "Baby can we afford this?" Brittany leans forward asking in a whisper as she takes the menu up from its place in front of her. Santana looks up from her menu with a sweet smile and nods.
"Don't worry about that, I'm taking my honey out." She blows a kiss to Brittany from across the table and reaches her hand across which the blonde grabs instantly. "Now come on, pick out something yummy." They giggle at one another and with their hands still holding the other's in the middle of the table they look down at their menus trying to find something appealing.
When Jimmy the server comes over her automatically goes into the wine list without really taking in the fact that the girls may possibly be underage. The thought is there, that maybe she can get away with ordering a bottle of wine but she's not about to ruin their night by getting embarrassed for being under 21 and trying to score alcohol in a swanky place. She shakes her head while he's in the middle of his dialogue and tells him they'll just have a large bottle of sparkling water for the table. He nods politely and is quick to leave to get his table's beverage.
He returns shortly, pouring their glasses generously and asks them if they would like to hear the specials. Santana has to stifle her laughter, receiving a hard hand squeeze from Brittany, she can't help but think of the response she gets from people at work when she asks that question. They of course decline to hear the specials and go on to order their meals and opt to forgo appetizers and such.
Before dinner arrives they continue with the small talk they had started in the cab. Brittany compliments Santana's outfit once again asking her where she's been hiding those shoes because they make the Latina's legs look even hotter than usual. Blushing slightly, Santana ducks her head and tells her she has even more surprises yet to come for their night. Brittany eyes her carefully but has to hold her questions when Jimmy comes over with another server who settles their food down in front of them.
"LaRocco's?" Rachel shouts from her bedroom in order for her surprise to reach Quinn who is setting dinner up in the kitchen. "That place is pricey." She comments and makes her way down the hall and into the kitchen to find the blonde nodding her head in agreement as she takes out some chicken from the oven. "What is she up to?" Quinn shrugs and shakes her head as she places the pan onto the stove top and removes the oven mitts from her hands.
"I honestly have no idea. But it's gotta be something important." Quinn replies with intrigue, wishing she really could read her friends mind, she can but only to an extent. Rachel takes a seat at the table, her motions growing slower as a thought crosses her mind and her eyebrows knit together.
"You don't think she…" Her voice trails off as she finally sits down and Quinn glances over her shoulder curiously. "I mean, that she would ask…" Rachel tilts her head to the side hoping Quinn can finish her unspoken thoughts. Quinn twists her head to the side and squints her eyes taking in her girlfriends words and the ones that haven't left her lips.
"No." She says almost in disbelief that Rachel can even go there, so soon anyway. "No." She shakes her head deciding to wave it off and turns back towards the chicken but her hands stop still and she turns back to face the diva. "Ya think?" Rachel shrugs her shoulders and leans her chin in her hand.
"Maybe, I mean… I seriously wouldn't put it past either of them." She sighs out with a playful roll of her eyes. "But…" They stare at each other and they break into hysterics shaking their heads. "Nah."
"Definitely not at all." Quinn agrees with a chuckle, bringing her attention back to her dinner and checking on the vegetables for Rachel.
"Oh I forgot to tell you, I'm meeting with my advisor at the end of the week." Santana tells Brittany after she swallows a small bite of her food. The blonde looks up with a surprised but happy smile.
"Really sweetie, that's awesome." She beams over at her girlfriend whose eyes shine back at her. "Do you know what classes you're going to take or…" She waits for Santana to chime in and she does.
"I think that's what we're gonna go over, maybe see what I'm interested in and what not." She shrugs her shoulders and takes another bite of food from her fork. "Isn't it weird that I'm excited about school." Santana chuckles to which Brittany follows suit, wiping her mouth softly, dabbing the white clothed napkin on her lips.
"I think it's kind of cute." She tells her in a hushed tone. "And a little bit sexy."
"You're all kinds of naughty tonight Miss Brittany Pierce." Santana notes, leaning back in her chair setting her fork down beside her plate and smirking over at the blonde. "This is proving to be a very successful evening." She bites her lower lip as she watches Brittany lean back in her chair as well excruciatingly slow and her mind goes back to imagining what she's wearing under her dress. Her eyes shamelessly rake over her girlfriend's chest and her own breath hitches.
"Santana." Brittany whispers out, moving her finger in front of her chest to get the other girls attention and when she does she smirks back at her. "Please tell me dessert involves you naked." Santana gasps and her wide eyes glance to the tables around them wondering if anyone else heard Brittany, her cheeks are burning with arousal and bashfulness. She clears her throat and leans a bit forward.
"Dessert is most definitely back home in our bed." She winks and waves over to the side for Jimmy to come over. "But first, we have one more stop to make on our special night out." Brittany scrunches her nose in excitement and anxiety for what is to come.
Brittany tries to grab the check but Santana is too quick for her and hands her card over to Jimmy before he can even place it on the table. She goes to open her mouth to tell the Latina she wants to at least leave the tip but before she can even say a word Santana shakes her head and waves her hand pretty much telling her 'absolutely not'. They go through the same motions they did when they arrived except in reverse, Santana helps Brittany from her chair and eases her into her jacket before getting her own on. Then before they know it, they are walking out of the restaurant and down the street.
"Babe?" Brittany says softly, pulling her jacket closed with one hand and holding it tight as she pulls her arm across her chest to grip Santana's arm.
"Hmm?" Santana hums out tugging the blonde arm tighter into her own.
"Where are we going?" She asks because they are not getting a cab like she had assumed and are still walking up the street.
"You'll see." Santana grins and leans her head against Brittany's.
They walk quietly, trying to stay quiet with the hopes that silence will ward off the cold winter air blowing in their faces. Brittany tries her best to snuggle closer into her girlfriend's body and Santana does just the same to the blonde. She points across their bodies to inform Brittany they are going to be turning down the next block and the blonde nods, following Santana's directions. They slow down and Santana is mumbling numbers under her breath and staring at the buildings they are passing.
"Here we go." She announces triumphantly and pulls Brittany with her up a few steps and pulls out a set of keys the blonde has never seen before. Brittany's eyebrows knit together as she watches her girlfriend unlock the door to some apartment building like she owns the place and pulls her inside along with her.
"Santana what…?" Brittany whispers with a giggle as Santana hurriedly leads them down the hallway and to an elevator that has its doors already open as if waiting for them. She eyes her girlfriend up and down carefully as they stand in the elevator, waiting to be taken to the second floor and Santana just smirks as she leans against the wall.
"Come on." Santana tugs on her girlfriend's hand and drags her out of the elevator and down the hall until they stop in front of a red door with bronze numbers just above a peep hole. She glances up at those blue eyes offering a small smile before she puts the key in the lock and turns it and opens the door slowly. "Go on." She motions for Brittany to step inside first and the Latina watches hr inspect the doorway carefully before stepping over the threshold. She reaches in and around to the wall to flick on a switch making the blonde jump a little. They walk in further and Brittany spins around when she hears the door close behind them.
"Santana?" Brittany says her name in complete confusion. The Latina walks around the room which is obviously the living room, it's a little bit bigger than theirs and a lot nicer. She walks over to where the hallway is and points down it.
"There's a huge master bedroom back there." She motions for Brittany to come stand by her to look down the hall and spot the door to the room. "It has an en suit bathroom." She winks. "And then there's a guest room it's a little small but whatever." She shrugs and walks behind her where there is a kitchen which is not open and connected to the living room like theirs is and it's a whole lot bigger. "Look, you can fit like an actually dining room table in here not just a small four seater kitchen table." Her eyes go wide and all of this information is only confusing Brittany more.
"What's going on?" Brittany asks, this time a little louder and her eyes directly on Santana. The shorter girl smiles and opens her arms as if motioning to something.
"Well, what do you think?" Santana inquires in return taking a few steps towards the blonde and Brittany's expression tells her she still doesn't understand. "Bonnie from work, she's leaving in May and, well, I was telling her about how we wanted to get our own place." She eases into the topic and the reason why they are here. "She knows the landlord and said she can put in a good word for us rent wise and said we can totally afford it." She smiles hopefully up at her girlfriend watching as everything sinks into Brittany's head. "I mean, it's still close to everything we already know and it would… it'd be ours." She shrugs, her arms coming back down to her sides and she looks down at Brittany's hands still holding on to her jacket. After a while of Brittany not saying anything, Santana huffs out a chuckle, embarrassed of course and shakes her head at herself. "Sorry I just… I thought it wouldn't hurt to have an option on something now. But…"
"Santana." Brittany says but the other girl doesn't hear her, brushes past her and walks into the living room.
"I, I'm just too excited to have a place just the two of us." She declares waving her arm in the air for emphasis not realizing Brittany standing so close to her.
"Santana." The blonde says again.
"I seriously cannot stand living with Rachel Berry any longer." She comments until she finally stops talking when Brittany grabs her by the shoulders and shuts her up by kissing her. She renders Santana speechless and when she finally pulls back she smiles at the Latina.
"Baby… I'd live in a cardboard box with you." She whispers onto her lips before kissing her again.
"Really?" Santana asks between kisses, wrapping her arms around Brittany's waist. The blonde hums and nods, tucking some dark hair behind Santana's ears. "So should I tell her we'll take it?" Brittany pulls back once again, looks Santana in the eyes and grins before she nods.
"In May this place is ours babe." Brittany mumbles out against her girlfriend's forehead and pulls her in to a tight hug. She lets out a laugh and rubs her hands up and down Santana's back. "Is that what tonight was all about?"
"Well," Santana pulls herself far enough away to meet Brittany's eyes. "I wanted to do something nice for you and I mean, this is kind of a big deal I guess. So I wanted to make it all special and shit." They smirk back at one another and nod, letting out little giggles.
"Come on, let's go home, I wants to get my dessert on." Brittany says, as she leads them back out into the hallway, her arm draped over Santana's shoulder and giving her girlfriend a quick kiss on the cheek.