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"Oh, give me some of that shrimp." Brittany says through a mouthful of orange chicken. Santana giggles as she tilts the Chinese food container around to pick out the biggest pierce she can find.
The girls are sitting on the couch, Santana with her back against Brittany's front, and their legs entwined while resting their feet on top of the coffee table. The blonde awkwardly leans forward when her girlfriend lifts the requested shrimp between her chopsticks.
"Mmm, so good." Brittany groans out, her eyes close and she smiles as she chews, leaning her head against Santana's. Her hands almost meet one another as they lay against the Latina's toned stomach, tickling with her fingers along her sides every few seconds. "I could get used to you feeding me." The blonde notes cutely, nuzzling her nose into the other girls cheek.
"I bet." Santana chuckles as she shifts her body to rest further against her girlfriends. "Here's another." She says as she lifts another shrimp above her shoulder.
Brittany takes it gratefully, grinning at the way Santana tosses her a quick wink before looking back into the container.
"Can we have a rule at our new place?" Brittany asks after finishing her second shrimp and Santana looks over at her while slowly slurping the noodles from her chopsticks. "That we're only allowed to sit on the couch like this." The blonde states with a quirked eyebrow and a smirk on her lips causing Santana to quickly suck the rest of the noodles into her mouth and shove the chopsticks into the box to use her hand to cover her mouth as she laughs.
"Babe." She starts with a whine, only to realize she has too much food in her mouth to continue. "So instead of speaking she grins, tilts her head and shakes it, giving Brittany an adoring look.
"I mean, seriously, it's cozy. You," Her finger lightly grazes tanned skin. "Naked of course." She winks, wrapping her arms around Santana's waist a little tighter. "And me," Brittany shrugs.
"Naked of course." Santana finishes that sentence making her girlfriend chuckle.
"Yes." She places a soft kiss to the shorter girls shoulder before she grabs the lo-mien container and leans forward to place it onto the coffee table. "With a blanket, barely covering the both of us." The blonde grins and tugs at the sheet from their bedroom wrapped loosely around them and she leans back, pulling Santana against her once again. "And lights flickering off in the distance." She points to their Christmas tree that is blinking up the room.
"Brittany Pierce, I think that you are kind of a romantic." Santana coos sweetly, looking over her shoulder at Brittany.
"Only with you my love." Brittany whispers and leans in carefully to place a kiss to her girlfriend's lips.
They stare into each other's eyes for a few seconds, just enjoying the view along with the other's company. Brittany hums out a smile and shakes her head before resting it against the back of the couch.
"What?" Santana asks softly, a curious smile on her lips. Brittany reaches across her girlfriend's body and grabs her left hand with her right, bringing both of their attention to their hands.
"I just…" Blue eyes flicker down to the shiny new addition on Santana's left hand and Brittany's thumb plays with it. "Nevermind," She chuckles at herself and shakes her head, nervously dropping Santana's hand in the process. "Forget it, it's stupid."
"No, tell me." The Latina presses, lifting her right hand to Brittany's cheek to get her to look at her.
"It's really corny." The blonde admits shyly garnering a smirk out of the other girl.
"I love corny." Santana beams.
"No you don't." Brittany laughs and Santana raises her eyebrows in response.
"Try me." She challenges.
"Okay." Brittany takes a deep breath and Santana watches her girlfriend take her left hand into both of her hands. "The way you look, with this ring on you, I just," She lets out a sigh and rests her chin to Santana's shoulder, leaving her lips beside her ear. "All I can see is the girl… the woman I am going to marry, one day." She whispers and then there is silence and she can't help but nervously feel she's said the wrong thing. Santana shifts but then rests her head on Brittany's.
"And, you didn't see that before?" Santana questions, her voice unsteady with amusement.
"Of course I did, always have." Brittany admits. "But now," She plays with the piece of jewelry on Santana's finger. "It's closer to real." Santana sits up and turns her body to face Brittany.
"One day." The grin at what those words now mean and she opens her mouth to speak more but the sound of her voice trails off and she hums, moving her head side to side.
Finally she just lets her head rest against the blonde's chest and Brittany doesn't really mind the sentence is left unfinished, mostly because she knows that the thought is anything but unfinished. She wraps her arms tighter around Santana, brings her lips to dark hair, breathes out and sets a hard kiss to the back of her head. Her smile grows at the feel of her girlfriend's hands coming to her forearms and how they squeeze affectionately. Brittany moves her lips to the side of Santana's head, pressing another kiss into her hair while slowly trailing her hand up. Her fingers graze the Latina's side, smirking at the way Santana's breathing changes with each tickle between their skin.
Once her hand is high enough, Brittany swipes Santana's hair from her neck and sets her lips to the newly exposed skin. With slow, tiny kisses, the blonde sighs out in delight at her girlfriend's soft skin against her lips.
"You're so beautiful Santana." She whispers into the Latina's ear, then places a kiss to her earlobe and Santana turns her head to smile up at her.
"You have to say that, you're my girlfriend." Santana points out with a challenging quirked eyebrow, which gets a chuckle out of the blonde. She scrunches her nose and moves her hand to Santana's shoulder, massaging the muscles there.
"Exactly." Brittany agrees with a wide grin and Santana is quick to shoot her a curious stare. "As your girlfriend, I should tell you you're beautiful because it's the truth. I should tell you that your smile makes my heart smile." They grin at one another goofily. "And as your girlfriend, I should tell you that you're beautiful because it's the truth. I should tell you that your smile makes my heart melt." They grin goofily at one another, noses scrunch and they lean in for a quick peck. "And as your girlfriend, I should always tell you I love you." The blonde carefully explains. "I'm pretty sure it's in the job description of being your girlfriend." Santana stares back at Brittany thoughtfully, tilts her head to the side and then in a slow motion, throws her legs across the blonde's lap.
"You're my sweetheart." Santana breathes out, as though she's just figured out something new, but so proud of it.
"You know," Brittany starts as she runs her hands down the length of Santana's leg. "I almost forgot the surprise I had for you." She smirks at her girlfriend and bites on her lower lip as she crinkles her nose.
Before Santana can even say a word or think up some witty retort, Brittany hooks an arm beneath the Latina's knees and behind her back so she is holding the smaller girl. She yelps as the blonde pushes them up from the couch, giggling as she does so, and carefully adjusts the girl in her arms.
"I was so thrown off when you nearly attacked me before." She shoots Santana a look, shaking her head as she leads them into the hallway. "That I completely forgot what I had been preparing for you." She winks and turns them in towards the bathroom. She nods her head for Santana to turn and look inside the room from the doorway, her brown eyes widen as she takes in the flickering lights of those electric candles they bought during the blackout a month ago. Her jaw drops at the sight of rose petals strewn across the counter and tiled floor.
"Britt." Santana breathes out, adjusting her grip around Brittany's neck, then she slowly turns to look at her.
"I thought… well, I figured that after a long day at work, you'd like to relax." The blonde shrugs and glances at the girl in her arms bashfully.
"Are you going to be joining me?" Santana smirks, arching an eyebrow as she trails her fingers over light colored skin and turns her head enough to press er lips to Brittany's shoulder.
While the bath water runs creating a slew of bubbles as it fills the rub, Santana and Brittany stand face to face, hands on hips and shoulders and cheeks.
"Come away with me and we'll kiss." Santana sings softly through a smile and leans in and up to kiss Brittany on the lips. The blonde grins in return, flattens her hand at the small of the Latina's back and starts to sway them from side to side. "On a mountain top. Come away with me." She continues, wrapping her arms loosely around Brittany's neck and leaning back just enough to look into those blue eyes. "And I'll never stop loving you."
Brittany hums out one of those bashful smiles and closes the gap between their lips once again. They slowly move in a circle in the middle of the bathroom with only the sound of water running. Blue eyes flicker to the tub and a smirk graces Brittany's lips when she notices that the bath is complete, well, almost.
"Ready?" The blonde asks, quirking an eyebrow and motions towards the tub with her head. Santana smiles and nods, unhooking her arms from Brittany's neck and brings her hand to find her girlfriend's.
They take the two steps needed to reach the tub and Brittany enters first, hand still in Santana's who helps her in. She lets go of her girlfriend and lowers herself into a sitting position with her back against the foot of the tub.
"Come here babe." Brittany holds out her hand once again and with the other motions for Santana to take the spot right in front of her.
Santana does as requested and within seconds she is sitting between Brittany's legs, her back leaning into the blonde's front. The Latina lets out a moan, simply enjoying the hot water and her girlfriend's skin touching her own.
"Lean you head back, relax." Brittany coos into her ear, splaying her hands across Santana's stomach and chest. She lets out a content sigh when Santana's head leans into her shoulder and she turns her head to kiss her girlfriend's cheek.
"Mmm." Santana hums, her eyes closing at the feel of Brittany's hand moving from her chest to her shoulder, gently massaging the muscles there. "That feels nice, B." She adds after a few moments and Brittany grins, nuzzling her nose into her girlfriend's cheek.
"You're tight." The blonde comments and smirks at the airy giggle that comes through her girlfriend's nose.
"That's what she said." Santana mumbles in her over relaxed daze, and receives a chuckle from the blonde.
"How has work been?" Brittany asks, her voice soft as her thumb digs into the Latina's flesh to relieve any tension. A tiny groan resounds from Santana's throat, her head subtlely shakes from side to side.
"Exhausting." She grumbles, then takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly and places her left hand on the blonde's thigh, letting her thumb caress the skin beneath the bubbly water. "People are so needy and rarely happy." She comments. "But, it's money so, I guess I can't really complain." Brittany nods, presses a kiss to the side of Santana's head into her hair.
"What are you gonna do when you start school?" She inquires, moving her hand to Santana's bicep.
"I told them already that come January I can only work part-time." She explains. "Which is going to suck because money's probably going to be a little tight till summer." Brittany shakes her head and smiles.
"Well," She starts. "I have one other little surprise."
"Hmm, what's that?" Santana quirks an eyebrow with her eyes still closed.
"My parents said they are going to pay the first few months of our new place." The blonde reveals and her hands still when Santana's body stiffens under her touch. Brown eyes pop open and her fingers stop grazing her girlfriend's leg.
"W…why?" Santana stammers curiously, making the blonde giggle.
"Because, they don't want you to stress over work. They want you to focus on school." She explains and Santana slowly sits up and looks over her shoulder to look at Brittany.
"Britt, I don't know if… I mean, do they think I can't handle it?" She questions, her brow furrows in worry. "I mean, do they think that I can't provide for you, because that could be a bigger…"
"Wait, wait." Brittany holds her hand up and shakes her head. "First of all, this relationship is a two way street, we provide for each other." She states. "Secondly, they want to help because they don't want you to worry yourself about money. They want you to only worry about school." She grins. "And me of course." She winks and finally gets a smile from the Latina in her arms.
"Sweetie," Santana begins through a grin. "Not that this isn't like, super awesome news and a weight lifted by, isn't this something we shoulder have at least discussed?" She asks cautiously and Brittany regards her with a softened look.
"Santana, the way I look at it is, would you rather get financial help from them now when we are still getting our feet wet with this whole living on our thing?" She arches an eyebrow and tilts her head. "Or, would you rather be begging them for help when we have a house that needs a lot of work and a kid on the way?" She challenges, a tiny smirk plays on the corner of her mouth. Santana grins broadly and chuckles as she leans to press her lips to her girlfriends.
"Have I ever told you how smart you are?" Santana hums into the kiss.
"Maybe once or twice." The blonde replies as the other girl slowly brings her body to lean into hers once again.
"So," Santana starts after a few moments of silence. "A kid on the way, huh?"
"Mhmm." She feels Brittany nods and the way their cheeks move against one another, she knows Brittany is smiling.
"That sounds nice." Santana muses, taking Brittany's hand in her own, lifts them above the water and allowing them to watch as their fingers lace together.
"It sounds perfect." Brittany adds, placing a gentle kiss to Santana's earlobe.
"Everything with you is perfect." The Latina admits softly.
After spending a while in the bath, enjoying conversation and each other's company, they decide to shower to rinse off the soap and take things to the bedroom. Brittany steps out first and then helps Santana out, already holding a towel to dry them off.
They walk down the hallway, towels wrapped around them and pinkies linked. They grin at one another as they enter their bedroom, only slowing down to let Santana shut the door behind her. Brittany turns to face her girlfriend, lifts Santana's left hand just below eye level and she gazes at the shimmering stone on her finger.
"It's really beautiful Brittany." Santana notes, wriggling her ring finger for emphasis. Brittany smiles out a cute giggle.
"Not as beautiful as the way you look wearing it." She breathes out, leaning in to carefully plant a kiss onto Santana's lips.
"What do you say we get into bed," Santana looks just over Brittany's shoulder towards said object. "You lie on your stomach and I tickle your back while you tell me all about your trip." She smiles, lightly tickling down the blonde's sides.
Once they're free of their towels, they slip comfortably onto the bed and under the covers, lifting it just up to their waists. Brittany lies on her stomach, stuffing her hands underneath her pillow with her face turned towards Santana. The Latina lies on her side, one hand tucked beneath her cheek that rests on her pillow while her other hand tickles the blonde's soft back.
Santana smiles as Brittany relays the events of her trip back home. She laughs along with her when the blonde talks about her nephew and grins at how her little sister made them a picture after finding out they are getting their own place.
She tells Brittany that they should frame it and hang it on the wall of their new apartment, and even suggests that sometime in the future Jaime should come visit them. They discuss color schemes for when they move and if they should have a landline in case their cell phones get bad reception there.
Brittany asks if they can get the Swiffer wet jet because it looks fun, plus it's so much easier than moving around a heavy bucket. Santana chuckles and leans forward to press a soft kiss to Brittany's shoulder, using her thumb to rub it in. She assures her that they can get any and every Swiffer product the blonde wants.
Thirty minutes later the two are sound asleep, Brittany's head nestled into the crook of Santana's neck. The moonlight is streaking through the tiny crack of their closed curtains, hitting Santana's hand on Brittany's back, perfectly illuminating the shiny jewel on her finger.
They slept soundly for a few hours until a banging sound followed by a thud just outside their bedroom woke them up. Santana jolts upright in bed, clutching the covers to her chest and stared at the door with wide, very aware eyes. Brittany lifts her body up slowly, wiping her sleepy eyes with a closed fit and leans over to turn her bedside light on.
"What was that?" She mumbles, turning over on the bed so she is sitting beside Santana.
"I don't know." Santana whispers, sheets still pulled close to her body with one hand while the other blindly reaches over for any part of Brittany she can find. "Where are you going?" She shrieks quietly when she comes up empty and finds that Brittany is getting up from bed. "What are you doing?" She crawls down to the edge of the bed reaching out for the blonde. "Don't leave me." She whines, hopelessly watching as Brittany leans over to pick up a pair of shorts from the floor and pulls them up.
"It's probably Quinn." The blonde waves her off, continuing on her way towards the door.
"Wait." Santana says loudly but still whispering, stopping Brittany in her tracks and the blonde looks over her shoulder, sleep still in her eyes.
"What?" Brittany asks, watching as Santana climbs off of the bed with the sheet wrapped around her and chuckles as she grips her arm but stands behind her.
"What if it's not Quinn?" The Latina nervously wonders, taking tiny steps behind her girlfriend who is once again heading for the door. Brittany is about to respond but they both snap their heads towards their bedroom door when they hear some hushed cursing from the hallway.
"What if it is?" Brittany smirks, reaching out for the door knob and before she fully opens it she looks down at her chest where Santana's hands have come up to cup her breasts.
"Either way, they're not getting a free show." The dark haired girl comments, making sure to cover her girlfriend's boobs with her hands.
Brittany is the first to let out a loud laugh, Santana looks at the blonde's back that is bouncing up and down in her fit of giggles not quite understanding. She gets on her tippy toes to look over the taller girl's shoulder and glances down to the obvious sight of humor. Quinn is sprawled out on the floor in the hallway, rubbing her hip and her head and giving the evil eye to the bat Santana had used previously to defend herself from Brittany.
"Shit Q, you okay?" Santana asks, a tiny smirk gracing her lips as she eyes her friends obvious late night misfortune. The blonde in question looks up, hand still on her head and shoots the Latina a glare which is quickly wiped away when she finds that there is another blonde standing before her.
"Oh my God!" Quinn crawls up the wall to get back to her feet, brushes her clothes off and kicks the bat away before walking over to the couples bedroom doorway. She stops for a second and her eyes rake over what is going on in front of her, eyes staying a little longer on Santana's hands covering Brittany's chest and she quirks an eyebrow. "Okay." She chuckles and shakes her head, she should not really be surprised in catching her friends in a situation such as this.
"I love, love your hair!" Brittany exclaims and moves to take a step forward, completely forgetting about being topless and how she is currently wearing a Santana hand top.
"Thanks." Quinn laughs out, bringing her hand up to play with her newly short hair. "When did you get in?" She asks still pretty shocked that the other blonde has returned unbeknownst to her.
"Today." Brittany grins, shooting a quick glance to her girlfriend behind her who is resting her chin on her. "It was a surprise." Her nose crinkles at the both of them and Quinn nods, her eyes finding it hard to glance down again because the two are just so comfortable being relatively naked in front of anyone. Just as she is about to look up again something catches her eye and her brow furrows and her lips part slightly.
"What the hell is that?" Quinn blurts out, lifting her hand to point at where her eyes are staring. Brittany's face falls with confusion and she looks around where her friend is pointing and Santana even tries to stand a little taller to look as well.
"What?" The dancer asks, apparently looking everywhere but at the exact spot Quinn is pointing at.
"This." The short haired girl says and has no shame in reaching forward to grab Santana's hand from Brittany's boob and thumb the ring on her finger. "Is this… what is this?" She arches an eyebrow and suspiciously eyes her friends who bashfully look at one another briefly.
"I think it's called a ring." Santana obnoxiously replies in humor filled sarcastic tone but lacking that bite her remarks usually carry. Quinn glares at her, rolls her eyes and then pulls on Santana's hand to bring the girl from behind Brittany to eye the ring in the lit hallway. "Hey, hey watch it. I'm naked under here." The Latina jokingly berates her friend who just scoffs and waves off her protests.
"Like you care." Quinn comments as she brings the ringed finger closer to her face to get a better look.
"I got it for her for Christmas." Brittany beams, wrapping her arms around Santana's waist and resting her cheek to the Latina's.
"It's fucking beautiful." The blonde says, shaking her head from side to side.
"Right." The dark haired girl grins, leaning into Brittany's body more, her eyes sparkling as they stare at the ring being ogled by Quinn.
"So what does this mean?" She asks, looking up from the rock to Brittany and Santana, finally letting the shorter girl get her hand back.
"It's a promise ring." Santana responds bashfully, glancing over her shoulder to her girlfriend who kisses her cheek. Quinn can't help the wide smile that forms on her lips, she grins so hard and proudly her cheeks actually hurt.
"Aw, you guys make me want to throw up." She chuckles, surging forward and pulling them both into a tight hug.
"Naked, naked." Santana reminds her as best she can considering she is currently in a death grip.
"Babe, come on we're waiting on you." Brittany calls out from the couch in the living room. She is flipping through a magazine while Rachel and Quinn sit on the other side whispering cute little things into each other's ears.
"I'm almost ready." Santana yells back and the blonde giggles when she hears a few thumps and bumps come from their bedroom.
"What is she doing in there?" Quinn whines as she adjusts her spot on Rachel's lap. "By the time we get there the line is going to be insane and it's pretty fucking cold out." She points out and the brunette nods in agreement. Brittany huffs, shuts the magazine and tosses it onto the coffee table and pushes herself up from the couch to go and retrieve her girlfriend.
"Okay, okay I'm ready to get my New Years on." Santana announces as she walks into the living room from the hallway and making Brittany stop dead in her tracks. "How do I look?" She spins around, letting the hem of her red dress rise up a little from the wind as she moves. When she stops and is facing Brittany she smirks, taking in her girlfriend's mouth hanging open and her cheeks turning a tint of pink. "That good huh?" She quirks an eyebrow and saunters over towards the taller blonde.
"Santana, you look…" Brittany's voice fails her, her eyes way too busy taking in the flawlessness that is her girl. "You look stunning." She finally looks up to meet those sparkling brown eyes and smiles brightly.
"You don't look so bad yourself." Santana winks and circles her arms around the blonde's neck. "You're one hot piece Miss Pierce."
"Okay you annoying almost married couple." Quinn interrupts them with her voice and a loud clap to get their attention as she jumps up from Rachel's lap. "Let's hit the road, I seriously don't plan on standing in arctic temperatures because you're both drooling over one another." She waves them off and turns back to face Rachel, holding her hands out to help her up from the couch. "Besides, my lady looks the most beautiful tonight." Rachel giggles bashfully, allowing her girlfriend to pull her to her feet.
"Aren't you a mush tonight." The brunette comments as she laces their fingers together then leans up slightly to place a kiss to Quinn's lips.
"Mmm, come on, you're distracting me from taking charge." Quinn whines with a giggle.
"Seriously, you guys make me nauseous." Santana complains and fake gags when the other couple looks in her direction.
"You are really not one to talk." Quinn spits back turning her body from Rachel to face Santana, crossing her arms over her chest and giving the girl a pointed look.
"Ugh, come on ladies." Rachel perks up and steps between them. "Tonight is New Years Eve and I believe that it should be spent not trying to see who is the best at arguing." She smiles sweetly, tilts her head and reaches for Quinn's hand.
"Look Yoda, I'm all for having a blast tonight. I mean, hello," Santana waves her hands in the air. "We are in freakin' New York City for one of the biggest nights of the year. I'm down to keep it cool as long as Fabray here can keep the smooching on garden gnomes to a minimum." She explains, tossing Rachel the same sickeningly sweet smile she so often used during her time as a McKinley High Cheerio.
"Great, let's go." Rachel declares after a moment, she knew that was a slight jab at her but she's come to realize that it is mostly all in jest. Or, at least she hopes.
The girl's put on their nice winter coats, grab their bags and head out to face the bitter cold air of the New York City streets. It's to no surprise to them when they reach the sidewalk that it is filled with pretty much everyone who lives in the city but also guests. Tourists are bundled up in their winter gear like they are prepared to go camping with that Grizzly guy on television that eats raw fish right from the frozen lake and then there are the common New York folk with their scarves on and pea coats.
They decided to head to dinner first, Brittany and Rachel want to make a night of it, something extravagant as the brunette described when they made plans. So ,they made reservations at that nice restaurant that Santana had taken Brittany to, La Rocca, and after are going to hit up some club downtown. They didn't care to stand in the freezing cold with a million and a half strangers just to watch a stupid glittery ball fall down and inform them of the New Year. Just being with loved ones is enough for the foursome, even if there is one who won't completely admit that.
"Are you sure?" Santana asks as the desk girl is showing them to their table. Brittany just shrugs her shoulders, nods and smiles at her girlfriend.
"Baby, it would only make sense." She tells her, bringing her hand up to pick a piece of lint from Santana's jacket. "Besides, how is it fair to you if I don't? Ya know?" Santana tilts her head from side to side as she mulls over her girlfriend's words, smiling at the desk girl as she motions that they have reached their table.
"Here." Brittany motions for Santana to turn around, gripping the smaller girl's jacket to help her out of it. The Latina does as she is asked, grinning to herself as the blonde removes her coat and places it on the back of the chair in front of her.
"Gross." Quinn sing songs as she passes them and pulls out Rachel's chair.
"Really Q?" Santana rolls her eyes and points to what her blonde friend is doing.
"Santana, we're being nice remember." Brittany whispers with amusement as she pulls out her chair as well and leads her with her hand to take a seat. Santana clears her throat and flips her hair, acting refined as she sits down and lets Brittany push it in for her.
"You're right. It's the last day of the year, I guess I can spare it to be kind and rewind." She smirks at her friends as she flicks out her napkin and places it on her lap.
"Do you think we can score a bottle of wine?" Brittany, Quinn and Santana are taken away from their little bantering session and turn their attention to Rachel who is beaming like a child on Halloween. "What?" She gives them a confused stare, tilting her head to the side and flipping the corner of her menu between her fingers. "I know I exude this perfect little girl persona, but I like to have a good time too." She turns to look at Quinn. "You should know this." She winks and Quinn can't fight the blush that creeps to her cheeks.
"Okay, although that comment has curbed my appetite a bit, I gotta agree with troll doll over there." Santana says, motioning her hand in Rachel's direction across from her. "She's a pretty decent time when she wants to get her party on. And there's no other way to do that than to get some alcohol." She leans back in her chair and crosses her arms over her chest.
"Do you think our ID's will work here S? I mean, this place is super upscale compared to Mick's." Quinn notes, watching as her friend is already reaching to the center of the table for the wine list.
"Either they do or they don't." The Latina sighs with a shrug. "What's the worst that happens? They say no."
The four girls' agree on giving it a try on trying to get away with ordering a bottle of wine for the table. Luckily, their waitress seems like she is the most miserable person on earth and is probably thinking about quitting soon anyway so when they order she barely looks at their ID's. She even goes so far as to suggest two bottles because there are only four glasses in one, meaning only one glass per girl. Of course they fall for the obvious up charge but in hindsight it's so much better to get a decent buzz in one place before heading out to party.
Shortly after their wine arrives, the girls order their dinner, opting not to take part in their New Years dinner special because they did not want to have any starter dishes. Half way through their dinner and after some laughing and here and there conversation, Brittany lifts her glass up to propose a toast.
"Shh, Britt wants to say something." Santana hushes the other two girls and reaches for her own glass to raise it up with her girlfriend's. Rachel and Quinn do the same, pausing their conversation momentarily and turn their attention to the blonde.
"I just wanted to say that I am so happy to be here with you guys." She smiles at each girl, taking Santana's left hand in her right and looking down briefly at the ring her thumb is playing with. "We've known one another for so long and it just feels right to be heading in to the next year with one another." She continues with a nod. "So, I would like to make a toast to many more years of this. To the four of us." She raises her glass a bit higher and to the center of the table ready to clink with the other glasses.
"Cheers." Santana agrees with a nod and grins at her girlfriend as she moves her glass beside the blondes.
"I'll cheers to that." Quinn says, squeezing her girlfriend's thigh affectionately.
"Cheers." Rachel smiles and finally all their glasses are clinking in the middle of the table leaving them all giggling.
"So," Brittany breaks the momentary silence after her toast. "I was telling Santana on the way here that when we move in May that I want to get a job." She admits to the other two girls' at the table who glance briefly at the Latina who nods as she swallows a sip of wine. "But the thing is, I don't know what I should do. I mean, we can't all work at Nelson's." She jokes getting a few chuckles from the rest of the table.
"We probably could get you a job there B." Quinn says, holding her fork in front of her mouth, but Brittany just shakes her head and holds her finger up while she chews her food.
"I'm sure Brittany doesn't want to cramp your style." Rachel points out to her girlfriend.
"Trust us, nothing can cramp out style there more than our uniforms." The Latina comments with a roll of her eyes.
"Word." Quinn agrees, lifting her glass towards her friend.
"It's not really that, I mean, I like that you guys have your work thing. I think it's cute." Brittany explains, tossing her girlfriend a quick grin. "I just want to do something that I like, you know… no offense."
"Ugh, none taken B." The other blonde shakes her head at the comment.
"Have you thought about something with dance?" The diva inquires. "I mean it would only make sense considering you are going to school for it." The other two nod at her statement. "Besides, getting a job at some studio, especially here in New York, would be one of the best additions to your resume."
"The dwarf is right sweetie." Santana chimes in, squeezing the blonde's hand in her own, her comment makes the dancer chuckle.
"I don't think I'm allowed to teach, it's like, in my paper work at school." Brittany informs the group who fall silent for a few moments.
"What about kids?" Quinn speaks up, resting her fork to her plate and pushing it forward. "If you teach kids, you're only teaching them the basics." She shrugs. "You're not going to be letting them in on the Julliard 'secrets'." She mocks with a giggle.
"We'll figure something out." Santana assures her.
The waitress comes over shortly to clear the table and offer dessert, which the foursome decline on, especially after Santana comments that her dessert is sitting next to her. They decide on splitting up the bill four ways since neither couple could agree on who was going to pay between each other. With their jackets on and their stomachs full of food and delicious wine, the girl's find their way back out on the city streets.
With the traffic on the sidewalks and the never ending lines on the corners for cabs, Santana suggests they walk towards the club reminding them it's not really that far. They agree, but get about a block and half far before they all begin to complain about the cold and their feet hurting from walking on cement with their heels. Rachel even reasons that, when they do eventually get to the club it's probably going to be just as packed as the streets and the restaurant. This is when Quinn and Santana smirk at one another and at the same time yell 'Mick's' in a overly cheerful and semi buzzed kind of way.
It only takes them fifteen minutes to get to Mick's from where they were and as if they were meant to be there, it was only half full. They are definitely over dressed for the bar, but it is New Years after all, so Rachel explains that anything goes, especially in New York. Quinn and Brittany take their girlfriend's coats and grab a table in the middle of the bar against the wall while Rachel and Santana head towards the bar to grab a few drinks.
"I'm kind of happy we ended up here." Santana says as they reach the bar and wait for the bartender to notice them.
"I can't help but agree with you." Rachel nods, carefully placing her arms on the bar top, aware of a spill a few inches away from her. "I feel like this is kind of our place now, you know?" She glances over at Santana and offers a smile.
"Yeah, I definitely will never forget our first night here that's for sure." Santana muses, remembering the time she, Brittany and Rachel came to this exact bar. "Besides, it's not about where you are but who you're with, right?" She looks over in the direction of the table that Brittany and Quinn are sitting at and grins.
"Santana Lopez, I think that you read that off of a hallmark card." The diva jokes, receiving a heart chuckle from the Latina.
The bartender finally sees the two pretty girls waiting for him at the middle of the bar. He smiles his creepy 'I'm gonna flirt with you to get a good tip' smile at them before asking what they would like to drink. Playing on the safe side, unlike their first venture to this hole in the wall bar, the girl's decide to order a round of beers to start off.
For the remainder of the evening, or at least until 11:55pm, the four friends sit at the sticky table at Mick's in their fancy dinner outfits. They talk about school, Ohio, Glee club, their apartment's horrible heating system and the pros of Santana and Brittany having their own place. Rachel has no problem vocalizing her appreciation for their relocation solely based on the fact that the walls in their current apartment are almost none existent. Quinn orders a round of shots and her toast is more of an ultimatum for Brittany to allow her to steal Santana whenever she needs her or when she just needs to be reckless.
At 11:55pm the girl's turn their attention to the flat screen television, the only television in Mick's, along with the other patrons in the place holding their free glasses of champagne. They stand side by side, the couples with their arms around their significant other, laughing and just waiting for the ball to drop to declare the New Year. They count down along with the rest of the people and the announcers on television from ten ready to cheer and celebrate.
"5, 4, 3, 2, 1! Happy New Year!" The four yell in unison, cheers their champagne glasses together only caring about taking a tiny sip of their drinks.
Brittany grins as she wraps one arm around Santana's waist and presses their bodies flush against one another. She giggles at how cute Santana brings her arm around her neck, letting her hand play with the back of her neck, tickling her fingers along her skin. Their faces move closer and tilt to the side bringing their lips together for their New Years kiss.
"Happy New Year baby." Brittany whispers against her girlfriend's lips.
"Happy New Year wifey." Santana replies after another peck, giggling at the way the blonde's hand on her lower back is pulling at the fabric of her dress.
"Wifey, hmm?" The dancer quirks an eyebrow and takes a sip of her champagne, eyes fixed on the girl in her arms. Santana nibbles on her bottom lip, nodding her head up and down as she stands on her toes to be face to face with the blonde.
"Well," She removes her hand from the back of Brittany's neck and flashes the ring on her finger. "One day, right?" She says, her face softening at the thoughtful look on the taller girl's face.
"If I could, I'd marry you right now." Brittany whispers in all seriousness, her eyes staring straight into those glassy from alcohol brown ones. Santana's breathe hitches in her chest, her lips part and her lips twitch in the corners to slowly form a smile. Her mouth opens to speak, but the words don't seem to come out so instead she grabs the back of Brittany's neck once more and pulls her in for a passionate kiss.
"Happy New Year Rach." Quinn smirks, leaning over to place her now empty glass down to have two free hands for her girlfriend.
"Happy New Year." The brunette replies, taking her girlfriend's hand in her own and kissing the back of it.
"What do you say we get out of here?" The blonde arches one of her perfect eyebrows and chew on her lower lip. Rachel smiles a tight lipped smile and nods. They look over at their friends to find them full on making out in the middle of the bar, not even aware of the group of people staring at them. "Oh my God, they are such tramps." Quinn chuckles, shaking her head from side to side not at all surprised.
"Hey guys!" Rachel calls out, leaning over to tap Brittany on the shoulder to get the attention of at least one of them. "Britt!" She says a little louder when her tap and shout before goes totally ignored. "Guys, we're going home!" She tells them, moving closer to them and Santana is the one who finally acknowledges them but only with a wave of her hand, not once pulling away from her girlfriend's lips.
"Let's just go." Quinn whispers into the brunette's ear with a chuckle.
Rachel and Quinn make sure that the tab is closed, figuring that their friends will have several other things on their minds when they finally peel themselves off of each other. They walk hand in hand down the block that is still littered with people, but they are in their own world that they don't even notice.
An hour later Brittany and Santana eventually make their way out of Mick's and into the brisk night air of the first day of the New Year. Their arms wrap around each other, unable to have their bodies separated for more than a second, as they walk down the block towards their apartment. They cheer and give each other high fives and kisses all over the other's face because they managed to talk the bartender at Mick's to give them a bottle of champagne, for free.
"Woop woop!" Brittany hollers into the apartment when they finally get the door open with Santana right behind her. "Let's get the party started." She declares, dancing her way into the kitchen to grab some cups for their champagne.
"Babe, wanna get changed?" Santana asks, tossing her keys onto the coffee table along with her bag and glancing around suspiciously at the empty living room. Brittany contemplates the suggestion and shrugs with a nod and brings her hands to her side to unzip her dress. "Where are Q and the Bratz doll?"
"Probably having sex." The blonde says and motions with her head towards the hallway in the direction of the couple's bedroom.
"We are not having sex!" Quinn shouts, the sound of two pairs of feet making their way into the living room.
"Brittany what are you doing?" Rachel shrieks and covers her eyes.
"I'm changing." She answers easily enough making Santana and Quinn howl out in hysterics at the blonde who is standing in nothing but her bra, underwear and high heels.
"I am so fucking turned on right now." Santana admits through her subsiding laughter and walking to her girlfriend. Brittany giggles as she tears the wrapper off of the top of the champagne bottle.
"Where'd you get that?" Quinn asks, eyes glued to the bottle in her friends hand.
"Garret from Mick's." The dancer explains, leaning over to use her muscles to pop the cork.
"Ugh." Santana groans, the sight of Brittany's arms bulging only adding to her excitement.
"Keep it in your pants Lopez." Quinn slaps the back of her head and brushes by her to walk into the kitchen. "Garret gave me and Rach this." She announces as she reaches above the refrigerator to grab the bottle they were given.
"Nice, some liquor." Brittany grins at the new bottle of rum in her friend's hand.
"Let's get shit crackin'." The other blonde lifts the bottle and bounces in her spot while twisting the cap open.
She grabs a few of the plastic cups Rachel keeps in the bathroom and pours out four generous shots for them. Brittany prepares the champagne, two in coffee mugs and the other two in Rachel's matching West Side Story cups.
"To my bitches and hoes." Santana lifts her glass to her friends. "I seriously can't wait to find out where Quinn wakes up." She cracks up, not even able to finish the entire sentence without laughing, but luckily the other two girl's know what she said and join in with her leaving Quinn to only giggle from the alcohol.
"Let's do dance party!" Rachel yells after they do the shot, her face all screwed up as she tries so hard to not shiver from it burning her throat.
"Dance party!" Brittany jumps in her spot and runs over to the television to put on a music station.
"This is how it starts Q." Santana warns her as she hooks their arms and leads them into the living room. "I hope you're prepared." She says as she glances into her friend's cup. "I should probably get you a refill."
The sound of the toilet flushing and some stumbling into a wall is what wakes Quinn up. She cracks her eyes open, blinks a few times to adjust to the light and licks her lips that are so dry and taste like alcohol. Her lips curl upside down into a grimace and she shakes her head, the taste of champagne and rum the next morning is not delicious at all. Footsteps seem to be making their way towards her so she lifts her head to find out who the culprit is and her brow furrows.
Rachel walks from the hallway and turns right into the kitchen, opens the refrigerator to grab a water bottle and then slides down from the cabinet to the floor. Quinn blinks a few times to make sure she is seeing what she is seeing and even sits up a little bit, but before she can even focus she hears two pairs of footsteps coming from the hallway. Santana and Brittany emerge from the hallway wearing eyebrow raising outfits, well, lack thereof actually. The couple does the same as Rachel, open the refrigerator door, grab bottles of water and then fall to the floor to join their roommate.
She watches them all stare at each other and make grunting noises she can only assume is their way to say hello, she knows that's how her and Santana communicate during hangovers. As she watches them however, she realizes that she is totally not in her bedroom. She looks around where she is and finally picks up on the fact that actually slept in front of the door, with the cushions from the couch as a make shift bed beneath her. When she moves around something falls to the ground causing a loud bang of metal on wood and she snaps her head in the direction and sees that it's Santana's bat.
"Q?" Brittany is the one to speak first, her voice scratchy and still sleepy and so very hung over. The other two glance over to find their friend lying on two couch cushions, her comforter and a pillow right in front of the door.
"Why do you have my bat?" Santana croaks out, her head tilts to the side while she clutches her water bottle.