Quinn is rushing around the apartment, gathering her folders and binders, tossing them into her worn in messenger bag. She checks the time on her watch and huffs. There's no time constraint here, but she feels like she's racing the seconds to get out of her place and off to work. It's not actual work she's dying to get to, she's sure she'd never feel that way about Nelson's. Actually, she's trying to get to work on her final project for one of her classes and the fact that she kind of enjoys this class only makes her move faster get going.
Doing a last minute check list in her mind, she stares at her bag, hoping she'd packed everything she needs. With a nod, she slings the bags strap over her shoulder, grabs her keys and heads for the door. The one thing, other than time, she didn't think was going to get in her way today was Brittany standing at her door when she opened it.
"Whoa." Quinn jumps back, slightly startled and brings her hand up to her chest. "Britt, you scared me." She lets out a breath that had been sucked in sharply upon the surprising visit. Brittany greets her with a tiny smile and she stands there, bouncing on the balls of her feet.
"Hey." She waves her fingers before jamming her hand into the hooded sweatshirt she's wearing. "Were you," She takes note of the bag on her friend's shoulder. "Were you on your way out?" Brittany juts her thumb over shoulder.
"Yeah, I was just walking out. Why, what's up?" Quinn asks, getting antsy at the fact that she's still standing in her doorway instead of making her way down the soon to be busy New York sidewalks.
"I didn't have classes today." Brittany says, bringing a hand up to tuck some of her hair behind her ear. "Santana decided to stay in the library for the afternoon to study, so…" This means Brittany has nothing to do for the rest of the day, leaving Quinn feeling bad. "I was gonna stop by the dance studio, but I'm gonna be there pretty much all week and weekend." She shrugs her shoulders and puts her other hand in the pocket of her hoodie.
"Well, I've got some work to do for school." Quinn explains to her. "But," She twists her lips as she takes in the way Brittany's eyes drop to where her feet are stepping on one another. "You can totally come with me and keep me company." She smiles brightly and in turn gets the same expression from her friend.
"What is this for anyway?" Brittany asks as she follows Quinn who is zig zagging them through the lunch time rush on the city sidewalks. Once they find a clear pathway, Quinn waits for her friend to get beside her to answer her question.
"Oh," She adjusts the messenger bag on her shoulder. "I have this final project due for my photography class and my professor lets me go to her son's shop to develop my pictures. Even gave me the keys." Brittany sends her a perplexed look, but is sure to keep up with her on foot.
"Pictures?"
"Yeah." Quinn replies easily enough. "I've been taking these photography classes for the last, like, three years Britt." She chuckles out and glances over at Brittany who still looks just as surprised as before. "Santana makes fun of me all the time whenever I have my camera hanging from my neck." She reminds her and finally the light seems to go on in Brittany's head.
"Oh, is that what that was?" Brittany hums out with a small nod. "I just thought it was one of those big, gangster necklaces and you were trying to fit into the city life." Quinn isn't sure whether she should laugh or be struck utterly confused at this statement, but it's Brittany so she decides on the former.
In a few short minutes Quinn and Brittany are walking into the small studio. It's pretty plain and besides four, red plastic chairs the only other piece of furniture is a dark wooden desk to the right with a register sitting on top of it. Brittany was kind of expecting something more exquisite and flashy, considering Quinn had said that her professor's son was sort of a well known photographer. So she was pretty surprised that behind the white blinds against the windows only hid a dull grey back drop and a few light stands at the back of the store.
She's lead to the furthest door in the back to the right which reads 'darkroom' and is greeted by a small room that is illuminated in a dim red light. It's kind of secretive and reminds her of some kind of spy movie where the two heroes meet to discuss further action of their mission. It's quiet but a comfortable quiet.
Quinn settles her bag on a short legged table and flips the flap open to pull out some folders and film canisters while Brittany takes a seat on a stool at the end of the table. She watches all of the steps her friend takes in the developing of her pictures, enamored at how delicate the process is into making something beautiful come to life.
"Those are really good pictures Quinn." Brittany breaks the silence and points towards the picture Quinn is pushing around in a rectangle shaped bowl.
"Thanks." She smiles, admiring her own work with a bit of bashfulness. Quinn's never actually let anyone see her work besides her teachers and her classmates.
There are photos of the park and the people at the park with their friends, girlfriends, boyfriends, lover and children. Some of the people are alone sitting on benches or leaning against the manmade stone walls. Some of the people are smiling as they enjoy the park in the day time while there are other people who have no expression as they sit on a blanket taking in the sunset. Brittany wonders what Quinn was feeling or thinking about these people as she took the photos. She's heard the expression 'a pictures worth a thousand words' or something like that and it makes her brain rack through all of the things the people in the pictures could have been thinking and or feeling.
"What's wrong BB?" Quinn asks with worry, seeing her friend's saddened expression. Brittany shrugs her shoulder and twists her lips.
"I haven't thought of a backup plan." She admits quietly, her eyes trained on the way Quinn works her way through the picture developing process. "I kind of just thought I was going to school for dance and that's what I would wind up doing."
"You probably will." Quinn assures her with a soft smile. Brittany half smiles in return, but her face reads more of defeat that victory.
"There's nothing definite about 'probably'." She huffs dully and looks down at the way her hands fit between her thighs.
"Well, if you don't make it in dancing, what do you see yourself doing?" Quinn wonders.
"I don't know." Brittany starts and takes in a breath, letting the air come out slowly. "Being in Glee Club back in high school, it kind of made me think that whatever I did was gonna be a big deal." When she looks back up at Quinn, she tries to match the smile being sent her way.
"I think you are one hundred percent right with that idea B." She nods firmly before turning her attention back to her work.
"No, I mean, sure I want to make a difference." Brittany hops off of the stool and walks around the table that holds the photos to be and glances at the ones that are hanging to dry above the table between them. "But, in Glee Club we were on stage and performing and it was so amazing having people watching and cheering us on." Quinn glances up quickly and even though the room is barely lit, she can see a glimmer in Brittany's eye. "The New Directions made me feel like I was famous, so, I always assumed that's what I'd grow up to be." She rolls her eyes at herself and face palms herself. "Wow, that sounds so shallow and narcissistic." Quinn giggles, places her tongs down and grabs Brittany's hand from her face.
"No it doesn't." She says and gets an amused but pouty look anyway. "I mean, have you met mygirlfriend?" With a quirked eyebrow she shakes her head, realizing that probably wasn't the best comparison. "I think that, if you want something, you've gotta go for it." She shrugs her shoulders and squeezes Brittany's hand with her own. "I believe in you Britt."
"Thanks." Brittany giggles and shakes her head. She looks on as Quinn goes back to work and notices the way her friend's lips twist, obviously in thought.
"You know," Quinn begins, pausing for a moment to step to the side and keep her concentration as well as train of thought. "Sometimes painters, photographers" She taps the tongs on the edge of the bowl and sets it down, letting her eyes linger up to her drying photos. "Even some writers, they try to pull an emotion from their work. Some like the abstract." She tilts her head to the side and then pushes herself from the table to turn towards where her bag is. "And it's interesting enough. To have to really look hard into something to figure out that it isn't at all what it is at first thought." She pulls out a large binder that she brings back to the table that separates her and Brittany. "Then there are those pieces of art that are straight on. It takes one second to figure out what the artist was trying to portray or what the subject is exuding." Brittany watches Quinn thumb through the large binder that is filled with photos she can only assume were taken by Quinn herself. "I like both, but I'm more partial to what's in between all that." She smirks to herself when she stops at a particular photo for more than a second. "That photo or painting or story at first look you think you've got it all figured out." Her eyes flicker up to Brittany's that shine under the red light. "But then you notice there is this, this thing about it and it makes you wonder if it is something completely different." She bites on her bottom lip and carefully arranges her hands around the binder so she can hold to it tightly as she turns it to face Brittany. "Then you realize, it's exactly what you expected it not to be and be all at the same time. It's just so beautiful." She breathes out.
Brittany looks down at the picture Quinn is showing her. At first, her eyes lazily scan over it. But, then it hits her that the photo is of her and Santana. She doesn't remember taking this. She's sure she would have remembered seeing as both she and Santana are clearly naked. Her eyes dart up to Quinn, but her friend is proudly looking down at the piece in her binder. She closer she looks, the more her smile grows. Santana is lying on the floor while she lies on top of her.
It isn't erotic and is at the same time. Their lower bodies are just covered by a thin sheet and their breasts are not seen thanks to perfectly placed arms, backs and what looks like a floor. Sure, there is some side boob, but that is a tiny detail to a perverted eye. Her eyes and Santana's eyes are closed, so she assumes they are sleeping. But, the interesting part is their faces beyond their closed eyes.
"I don't remember this." Brittany admits in a small voice, her eyes still scan over the glossy, black and white photograph.
"What do you see?" Quinn asks in a feather soft voice.
"I don't know." Brittany giggles and shrugs her shoulders. She knows that when it comes to 'art' it's all sophisticated ideas and thoughts. She shakes her head because she doesn't have those. "Me and Santana."
"Well, yeah." Quinn rolls her eyes playfully and grips the bottom of the binder with one hand so she can use her other hand to point out parts in the photo. "I'll tell you what I see." She tells her friend in a gentle voice. "I see love." It's almost too simple of an observation that Brittany looks at her with a furrowed brow. "There are all of these, layers though to it."
"To the picture?" Brittany questions but Quinn just shakes her head.
"Love." She replies almost instantly. "Love has layers to it. It's not black and white." Her eyes go from picture to Brittany a few times before settling on her friend. "I took this one morning while you guys were sleeping. You and Santana had had a fight the night before and I couldn't believe how I found you guys the next day." She smiles and motions towards the binder in her hand. "When I look at this, at your face and her face, I see this love…" She pauses and her mouth opens and closes as though the words she has won't come out or form on her tongue. "There's forgiveness, trust," She uses her finger to point out the way the sheet starts at their waists and how their arms are placed. "Connection, loyalty and emotional exhaustion." She says the last part in an airy giggle that makes Brittany smile.
"You see all that, just in these?" She asks with wide eyes and Quinn nods with a toothy grin.
"Your face and body are like the canvas and your emotions are the paint. You create this beautiful art because you feel." Quinn explains, slowly and carefully as she closes the binder and holds it to her chest. "You're not afraid to hide your emotions and it makes you, like, walking art. And I think," She nods a few times before turning around to set her binder down to her bag once again. "Because of that, you can do anything."
Eventually, after a few seconds of comforting smiles and comfortable silence, Quinn gets back to work and Brittany goes back to the stool to watch. In about two hours, she's helping Quinn pack up the photos and everything else into her book bag. They clean up everything that was used and putting away the things hadn't been used. When they get to the front of the store, ready to leave, Quinn stops at the front desk and whips out a piece of paper, writing down a quick 'thank you' note for her professor's son.
"Thanks a lot for today." Brittany says as they step out into the late afternoon sidewalk that is a lot less crowded than when they had arrived. Quinn smiles over her shoulder at as she locks the door to the store front. "I needed to get out." She admits, tucking her hands into her sweatshirt when they venture down the sidewalk in the direction they had come from.
"Well, thank you for your company." She bumps shoulders with her friend. "It's nice to have someone to talk to about my 'hobbies' and have them actually listen." She chuckles, but there is a hint of sadness in its tone. "Rachel, doesn't really get it." Quinn says before Brittany can ask her what she meant. She lifts her head and breathes in the spring city air. "She actually doesn't think it's a lucrative backup plan. That I'm foolish and am settling for something easy."
"I think you're talented Q." Brittany assures her and hooks her arm into Quinn's. "I don't think I could ever take as good of pictures as you." Quinn smiles, admiring Brittany's kindness and straight forward honesty. "And I'm not just saying that 'cause you're my friend. I think your art is really good and that even if your first plan works out, you should keep it up." They pull one another closer by their linked arms for a moment as they continue to walk, letting the slight chill in the air dance around them.
"So, Britt," Quinn clears her throat and pulls her arm from Brittany's so she can adjust her bag's strap. "How are things between you and Santana these days? Rachel and I haven't had the pleasure of having your company for dinner recently." She points out, seeing that a few weeks ago; Brittany was stopping by every other day for dinner due to the fact that Santana was going hard with her studies.
"She's trying to be more present and aware." Brittany sighs, her hands finding the strings of her hoodie suddenly interesting. "And I'm trying to be more patient and understanding." She quickly glances to Quinn with a half smile that twists into a straight line. "And trusting."
"I know it's hard." Quinn puffs her cheeks, not quite sure what to say to ease her friend's worries. "But, you've got to know that Santana would never do anything to jeopardize her relationship with you." She watches the way Brittany's head tilts and bobs from side to side and the way her shoulders move up and down while she walks.
"I'm not crazy, right?" Brittany wonders if maybe all of this is really just pent up insecurities that maybe she doesn't have everything Santana might need or want.
"No, not even a little bit." Quinn puts her hand on Brittany's arm and gives it a light squeeze. "But, if you trust Santana…"
"I do. I trust her." Brittany nods affirming her statement.
"Then you've got to trust that she can take care of herself if anything were to get out of hand." Quinn explains.
"That's the thing, it shouldn't get to that." She whines, flailing her arms up and they slap her sides as they fall. "I don't know." She shakes her head, trying to stop the motion by placing her hands on her cheeks. "I'm not like Santana. I can't just show up unannounced at the library or at where ever it is they are 'studying'." Brittany confesses in a way that makes Quinn believe that her friend has thought about it once or twice. "I'm not the one in our relationship who is all stompy and demanding, except sometimes when we're having sex. I mean, it was hard enough for me to ask her to not have anything but a school relationship with Trish." Letting her brain completely dismiss the 'sex' comment, Quinn can't help but frown at Brittany's uncertainty and moral confusion.
"I think," She hesitates, because she isn't sure if saying anything at this point is saying enough or maybe even too much. "Well, she's never really been a 'social' person B. You know the only person she ever actually liked in high school was you. Everyone knew that." She can tell by Brittany's facial expression that she agrees with that. "Sure, me, Rach and Kurt are always gonna be your friends, to both of you. But, there's a whole world of people out there. True, Trish isn't exactly the best example of the people Santana could be creating long lasting friendships with." Brittany scoffs and rolls her eyes. "You do have to give her some credit for trying to be nicer." She gives her friend a goofy grin and pokes at her side to try and get a real smile out of. After a few pokes, it finally works and Brittany bats her hand away. "Okay, well, this is where we part." Quinn says as they come to the corner that has come to be known as the 'see ya later' corner.
"Alright, I'll talk to ya later." Brittany sighs and goes in for the hug first.
"Have a good night BB." Quinn stands at the corner for a moment longer, just watching as Brittany walks across the street and in the direction of her and Santana's apartment.
She feels that their talk went pretty well. There were no tears, so that's a definite plus. Also, Brittany did smile for her at the end of it, so it all can't be that bad. But, as she turns to head to her own home, she has this odd pull in the pit of her stomach that she fears that all of this may just be the calm before the storm. Then again, Quinn has always been sort of a pessimist. She blames a lot of that on the fact that her best friend is Santana Lopez. All she does know, is that if a couple like Brittany and Santana were to crash and burn, what could be said about all the other relationships in the world. Not much, that's for damn sure.
When Brittany walks through the door, she's happily greeted by Santana who apparently got home only moments before her. She sets her keys on the table beside Santana's and grabs her by the waist to pull her into a hug from behind. Brittany snuggles her nose in the spot just behind Santana's ear, taking in her scent and humming out an appreciative sigh.
"Hi baby." Santana giggles and places her hands to rest on Brittany's that are on her stomach.
"Hello." She kisses her neck before she pulls back to go settle on the couch.
"You have a good day?" Santana asks, stepping behind the couch to ruffle Brittany's hair affectionately and then leans on the back of her seat when her hands are flicked away.
"Mhmm." She nods up and down like a little kid would after a long day at the park.
"Water?" Santana grabs Brittany's arm and uses it to motion towards the kitchen where the water sits in the fridge.
"Share." She giggles in response. "Santana?" Brittany calls to her as she is walking into the kitchen to retrieve the water they had just discussed.
"Yeah babe?" Santana replies over her shoulder, looking over the refrigerator door as she grabs at the plastic bottles inside.
"Do you have a backup plan?" She asks from her spot on the couch, her eyes stare at the way her fingers tug and pull at the frayed stings on their pillows.
"What do you mean?" Santana questions as she returns from the kitchen, hops over the back of the couch and takes her spot back right next to her girlfriend. Brittany shrugs and cuddles closer into Santana, accepting the offered bottle of water they are sharing between them.
"I went with Quinn today to some picture studio." She shuffles in her spot, letting her head rest against Santana's as she passes the water bottle back to her. "Did you know she's been taking photography classes?" Santana smirks as she takes the bottle back and sets it beside her.
"Yeah." She answers softly. "For a while I was wondering why the hell she always had that camera around her neck. It started looking like she joined a gang and that was her bling or something." They both let out a chuckle and Brittany is reminded that she and Santana get one another in ways not other people do. A few seconds pass and Santana wonders if Brittany has forgotten why she started this conversation about Quinn and photography. But, she knows that there is a method to her ways, so she patiently waits.
"I don't have a backup plan." Brittany finally breaks their comfortable silence. She sounds sad but also kind of worried that this is something she already should have thought of. "Quinn has picture taking as her backup. I'm sure Rachel has a three page, outlined list of backups. I bet you have a backup." Santana turns her head to press her lips to Brittany's temple and brings her arm from between them to place it around Brittany's shoulders.
"Can I let you in on a little secret?" Santana asks in a low, whisper like tone. Brittany turns her head to see that Santana's eyes are serious and genuine but light and she smiles back. "Sometimes, when I'm at work and its hour four of my second shift of the day," She tilts her head until it's resting on the back of the couch. "And I start getting agitated and tired, so bad that I actually think of throwing in my apron and quitting," Brittany giggles at the throwing motion Santana makes with her hand. "I just think about why I'm even serving at Nelson's." She shrugs her shoulders and her eyes scan over her girlfriend's face.
"Why?" Brittany breathes out in anticipation which makes Santana grin widely.
"Because of you." Santana easily answers and presses the tip of Brittany's nose lightly with the tip of her finger. "The way I see it, first plan or backup plan," She shrugs and lifts her hand to tuck some blonde hair behind Brittany's ear. "All of that is just kind of extra and I'll be fine as long as I have you." Brittany breathes out a laugh and playfully rolls her eyes. "But," Santana smiles widely and arches an eyebrow. "I will totally get a backup plan if that makes you happy." Brittany leans in to kiss her lips and as she pulls back she nods.
"It couldn't hurt, right?" She asks, unsure about this whole first plan bit not actually panning out. But Santana nods in agreement, so she figures that having a backup plan could never be a bad idea. "What about you? Any ideas for this lovely plan for having a 'backup plan'?" She twirls some of Brittany's hair around her finger as her hand sits on her shoulder and watches as those blue eyes shift to a shade lighter and brighter.
"I think I have an idea." Brittany nods and bites on the tip of her tongue trying to hide her smile. "But, I want to figure it out first before I tell you. Okay?"
"Okay." Santana agrees before leaning in to press her lips to Brittany's for a sweet kiss.
With her textbooks packed tightly into her bag, she rushes through the crowded streets because she knows she's already late. She didn't think that they'd give her such a hard time at work about leaving early, but apparently she had been wrong. Its times like these that she truly considers getting the hell out of Nelson's, but she can't and won't. Not yet anyway, especially not after what she told Brittany the other day.
Finally seeing the library she lets out a sigh of relief. At least she's finally reached her destination. She pulls her phone out to check the time and sees that she's only fifteen minutes late which isn't really do or die so she slows her pace a bit. The group is sitting at their usual table and she greets them with a slightly out of breath 'hey'.
"Hey." Dina says in a hushed voice, not wanting to disturb the rest of the people getting their study on in the library. She moves her bag from the chair beside her and then slides some of her books over to give Santana a place to sit.
As she settles into her chair, takes out her books to spread out in front of her, she glances around taking in the fact that she was in fact, the last to join. Sitting right across from her is Trish, who looks up from her books when Santana finally has all of her books out and ready.
"Hey kid." Trish greets, tapping the end of her pen on Santana's opened textbook. Santana offers her a half smile before turning her attention back down to her book to get her notes she wants to go over out. But, before she can get into study mode, a pen is tapping to get her attention once again. "I gotta get a book, come with?" Trish nods her head in a direction away from the table and Santana looks at the rest of the group who are still collecting their notes in stacks to go over important details for the test coming up at the end of the week.
"Sure." Santana sighs, pushes her chair back and follows Trish towards the row of books a few feet away from their table. Of course she's kind of curious as to why the girl can't just go get the book herself, but then she remembers the last time the group had sent Trish to retrieve the needed text. She wound up returning fifteen minutes later without the book because she ran into an old friend and forgot why she'd gotten up in the first place. It kind of became a joke to them ever since.
"So," Trish turns around once they are stuck between two, tall rows of books and books. "I needed to apologize." Santana of course, is taken aback at the fact that Trish has actually led her here to talk, and then double time when the girl tells her she needs to apologize.
"For what?" She asks, not quite certain where this apology is stemming from, because according if Brittany was here, she's sure her girlfriend could provide her with a list of things Trish should apologize for.
"Well," Trish shifts under Santana's gaze and tucks her hands into the back of her jeans. "I was kind of really excited about going out with you, Dina and Lauren the other night. I mean, the four of us have never actually done anything without school being in the mix." She shrugs her shoulders, pulling one of her hands from her pocket and leaning against the bookshelf. "I don't usually have 'girl' friends. I grew up with boys being my besties." She chuckles to herself as she tucks some of her long, brown hair behind her ear and glances down at her feet. "Anyway," She drawls out slowly, realizing she's going slightly off topic. "Before we met up with you, I had already had, like, two vodka seltzers." They both laugh at the admission and Santana nods her head in understanding. That would make sense as to why Trish was a bit much the other night when they had went out. "I guess, well, I think you're a pretty and cool girl." She's sure Trish means 'pretty cool', so she doesn't think to correct her. "And I know Dina and Lauren think you're hilarious.
"Hey," Santana lifts her hand, stopping Trish from going further with this apology that seems to actually have no real reasons or ending, but is appreciated. "It's okay." She shrugs her shoulders and offers the girl a small smile. "I know I'm pretty freakin' awesome, you were just nervous to come play with the big boys." Trish playfully punches Santana's shoulder and the two share a quiet, library approved laugh.
"So, we're good?" Trish questions.
"Yeah, we're fine." Santana tells her as if she shouldn't have apologized to begin with.
Trish beams back at her and then hooks her arm into Santana's and leads them back to the table where the rest of their study group is close to being ready to study. As their arms separate and they take their seats, Santana smiles inwardly and nods to herself. Clearly, she had taken Trish's small touches and over the top outgoing personality the wrong way.
Of course a girl who has only been friends with guys wouldn't really know how to interact with other females. It really makes a lot of sense. It's kind of like her own situation what with her only real interactions with people are limited to the Lima clique she grew up with. There's a comfortableness she has with all four of them and it doesn't really surprise her that she would find Trish to come off as a tad crossing the line.
A few days later Brittany decides to take Santana out on a date explaining her girlfriend needs it after the stress of test week. Santana is quick to accept, loving any time she can go out with her beautiful girl and show her off. Plus, whenever there's date night, there's dressing up and their dressing up always includes some hot lingerie underneath for dessert.
Truth be told, it's kind of been a little dry in the bedroom as of late. She hasn't been dry, oh no. The ache between her legs she's certain has been present for the past week and a half. But, with everything going on with school and work, it seems to kind of fall at the bottom of the list of things to do. Sometimes when she comes home from school or group and she thinks of trying to get it on, but then she remembers the time Brittany cried to her about always being horny after school stuff. She doesn't want to give Brittany the idea that that is at all true. Other times, Brittany is too tired when she comes home from a long day of school and then her hours at the studio.
It's not that they don't get it on at all. They do. It has simply not been much of a 'priority' like it used to be.
As Santana puts on her makeup in front of their vanity, she wonders if tonight she's going to be getting some. Three nights ago, she sort of did. Brittany came home from work a little later than usual and they wound up dry humping on the couch with some re-run of Jersey Shore playing in the background. But, she wants more than just dry humping and random early morning showers that leave her without reaching orgasm.
She pouts her lips to put on her lip gloss and contemplates telling Brittany about Trish apologizing. Santana had told Quinn about the 'talk' she'd had with Trish at the library the other day and her friend seemed impressed yet skeptical. Quinn had told her that she watched Trish a lot that night and that the girl looked very 'calculated', whatever that means. She even suggested that Santana not even bring it up to Brittany because if she were Brittany and Rachel were Santana, all she would think is that she was right from the start. That this girl, Trish, is bad news and knows exactly what she's doing.
Just as she is about to grab her eyeliner, her phone vibrates on the vanity and she sighs as she reaches out for it. She's expecting some perverted text from Quinn, considering she's complained about needing to get it on with her hot girlfriend earlier in the week. But, she's pretty surprised when she sees that it's actually a text from the girl she's practically forbidden to be friends with.
Trish: come play tnite. me laur and d r getting drinks
Santana's lips twist because, even if she didn't have plans with Brittany, she'd have to decline the offer anyway. So, she types out the message she's send regardless of her evening plans.
cant, got a date w Britt tnite
She sighs as she sets her phone back down and grabs the eyeliner. It's hard for her, because she can't help but wonder if this is what it's going to be like for the rest of their lives. Is Brittany always going to disapprove of Santana being friends with other girls? As soon as she finishes the thought, she rolls her eyes at herself and if she could she'd even slap herself. That is probably the most ridiculous thought she has ever had in her entire life. Her best friend is a girl and besides that, Brittany seemed to really like Dina when they met the other night. She even suggested that Santana invite her out more, especially since she and Alexis got along so well. She's taken out of berating herself when her phone vibrates again.
Trish: awww, thats sweet. wut r u wearing? :)
In the bathroom down the hall, Brittany is using the straightener letting her own thoughts swim through her mind. She's got her sexy white lingerie on under her dress, the pumps that Santana loves and she's pretty much got everything else going on. There's no way that she's not getting it in tonight. It's kind of been a while since they've had a night that was devoted to just making love and making each other feel sexually satisfied.
It's not that they both haven't tried though. The problem is that Brittany is really tired when she has an extra long day. Also, she gets the feeling that Santana is trying to be careful about when she tries to initiate any intimate moments. She kind of regrets bringing anything up about how her girlfriend seemed to be hornier after her school get togethers. But in the moment, that was how it felt.
wouldn't u like 2 kno ;)haha, just a black dress. Britts fav
Santana types out quickly before she sends it. She kind of likes the fact that Trish seems to be trying to actually create a relationship out of their studies. Maybe it's corny, the way she's going about it, but at least she's trying. Then maybe Santana will be able to show Brittany that the girl is truly harmless.
Trish: i bet u look hot in sweatpants.
For a split second, she wonders if this is inappropriate. But, she remembers the things she's complimented Quinn on and vice versa. Shit, Quinn's seen her topless nearly equal to the amount of times Brittany has. Not as much, but pretty close. In fact, she's had entire conversations with her best friend in a dressing room at Victoria's Secret while she tried on bras. So, instead of second guessing whether Trish is being 'comfortable' or being 'inappropriate', she just goes with the flow.
i look hot in erything, tell ur friends lol
She smirks to herself as she hits send and then looks back into the mirror. Everything seems to be in place. Perfect hair, perfect makeup and of course, her dress is absolutely perfect and hugging her body in all the right places. Before she can leave the room to meet her lady in the hallway and head out for their hopefully, lovely evening, her phone buzzes in her hand.
Trish: oh, i do ;)
"Baby, you ready?" Santana calls out as she walks down the hall to the bathroom, completely disregarding the text from Trish. She powers down her phone, not needing any sort of interruptions for the evening she's planning on having with Brittany.
"Yeah, just one second." Brittany answers from still inside the bathroom and Santana can her here settling the flatiron down onto the counter.
Santana goes into the kitchen and plugs in her phone, figuring she'll just leave it home to charge instead of carrying it around with her. As she places it down to the kitchen counter, she hears the click clacks of Brittany's shoes against the hardwood floor and is immediately drawn to her. She grins from ear to ear at the sight of Brittany dressed to the nines.
"You look smokin'." She winks and fans herself because it feels like the room just went up a few degrees. Brittany smiles and does a quick twirl to show off her entire outfit. "So, where are you taking me tonight sweetheart?" She asks in a cute, little seductive tone as she reaches out for Brittany's hand and then spins her into her own body.
"Well, it's kind of funny that we live in New York City and we rarely take in a show." Brittany says softly, letting her lips quickly graze Santana's for a light kiss.
"You do know you're going on a date with me and not Berry right?" She jokes and taps Brittany's ass with the tips of her fingers as they head to the door.
"Come on, I promise you'll have a great time." She wriggles her eyebrows when she looks over her shoulder to her girlfriend, smirking when she sees a tiny blush creep to Santana's cheeks. "And tonight…" She spins around when they are standing in the doorway and presses her body up against Santana's. "I want you to," Brittany bites on her lower lip and brings her mouth to Santana's ear. "Thug me out, all night." She whispers, breathing hotly into Santana's ear and then nibbles on her earlobe, rendering her speechless.
Walking down the hall to the elevator, down the street to the corner for a cab and even when they are waiting on line to get into the show Brittany had gotten them tickets to, all Santana can think about is that Brittany wants her to 'thug' her out. It has been a little while since they've done any kind of role playing. They don't do it too often, because they like to keep it fresh and fun and spontaneous. But, it's also one of Santana's favorite things to do, even if the first few times she acted all shy about it. There's really nothing like having her girlfriend bend over, hands on the floor begging to be fucked hard by the strap-on she's wearing. She even went out and bought some baggy jeans, a chain and a NYC baseball cap to get into character.
Quinn walks up to the counter and sets her tray down. She lets out a sigh and winds up blowing some of her hair from her face in the process which she hadn't even realized was in her way. She hears a strange giggle from behind her and when she looks over her shoulder she finds Santana leaning on the other counter texting away on her phone.
"Someone's in a good mood." She points out, a little jealous that her friend is able to be all giddy and smiles while working the annoying Wednesday night shift. "Guess you're date with Britt went well last night?" Quinn asks with a grin and bumps her hip into Santana's as she reaches over her to grab two glasses. Santana turns around, letting her back lean against the counter and she shoves her phone back into her apron.
"I can't tell you how great it went." Santana beams a cheesy and satisfied smile at her friend. "But, I totally will." She pushes herself from the counter and sidles up beside Quinn at the soda station and leans on that part of the counter.
"Please, spare me the details." Quinn waves her hand, truly hoping that Santana is not about to go into detail about her sexual activities with Brittany from the night before.
"Oh, come on." She whines and loosely crosses her arms over her chest. "If I can't share the intimate details of my sex life with my best friend then who can I share them with?" She juts her lower lip out, which tells Quinn that no matter how much she does protest this impending conversation, or sharing of information rather, she's losing.
"Umm, Brittany. Brittany is probably a great person to talk about this stuff with. Because she was there." She reminds Santana before going back to getting her drinks for her tables ready.
"Well, duh. Of course she was there. And if she were here, she'd tell you how I rocked her world." She faces the counter, grabs at the edge of it and thrusts her hips slowly obviously imitating the motions they most likely made last night.
"Ugh, gross." Quinn scrunches her nose in disgust and pushes Santana away from her.
"Please," Santana huffs, leaning her elbow on the counter to watch Quinn do actual work while she puts off going to the table she just got sat with. "I'm sure deep down, you're just itching to get some of my moves to use on your hobbit for a girlfriend." She pokes at Quinn's side, instantly getting her hand slapped away and a glare sent in her direction.
"If I ever need advice, trust me, I won't be asking you." She tells Santana who just waves her off as she grabs her tray and heads back into the dining room.
With a roll of her eyes and a long sigh, Santana makes her way to her new table before they start looking around wondering if they are going to get any service. She slaps on a fake smile and greets them with forced enthusiasm. Even a great night with a naked Brittany couldn't do anything to make her like her job more.
Santana's phone buzzes in her apron when she comes back to the kitchen to get her table yet another refill of soda. With annoyance aimed directly at the man who keeps sucking down the soft drink like people breathe air, she reaches in to grab her cell and opens the message that tells her it's from Trish.
Trish: we're gonna miss u tnite
She almost forgot, what with being in hell currently, that she's had to miss an extra night of studying because she has work. Sure, she's tried to balance out work from her studies, but sometimes they wind up not working out in her favor. It's not that big of a deal tonight though, because the study group got together last minute due to the fact that Lauren, who is secretly seeing their TA, found out about a pop quiz scheduled for tomorrow's Constitutional Law class.
trust me, I'd rather b studying than at work right now
Actually, after last night, she'd rather be in bed or on the couch or even on the kitchen floor with Brittany right now. Naked of course. Just thinking about it right now, she's getting all hot and bothered. But, since she had to work tonight, Brittany picked up an extra shift at the studio and then work on something for her show which means that by the time Santana gets home, Brittany is still going to be at the studio.
Trish: u should come for drinks after, i'll buy u a drink ;)
Santana twists her lips in thought as she reads over the text. Here in lies the dilemma. Brittany isn't even going to be home when she gets out of work. All she'll be doing at home is sitting around watching bad television and eating chips or whatever is leftover in the refrigerator. But at the same time, she's promised Brittany that she wouldn't have anything to do with Trish outside of school activities.
Trish: and then I can give u the questions for 2morros pop quiz:)
"Hmm." Santana hums out with a tilt of her head.
If that isn't incentive to go then she doesn't know what is, she desperately wants to ace this pop quiz. But at the same time, she doesn't want to do anything to cause some unneeded and unnecessary drama between her and Brittany. She figures, if she goes to get the questions for the quiz, then it's technically school related.
i may take u up on that offer
"Can you please stop sexting Brittany?" Quinn blurts out as she brushes by Santana in the kitchen. "It's inappropriate behavior for the work place." She says in an authoritative tone which only makes the both of them laugh.
"Hey," Santana starts in a smaller voice letting Quinn know she's about to say something serious. "Trish just texted me." She admits and gets a pointed look from Quinn. "No, it's," She shakes her head, rolls her eyes and lets out a sigh. "There's this pop quiz tomorrow and she got her hands on the questions that might be on it."
"And?" Quinn goes back to what she came in the kitchen to do.
"She said if I wanted them, to come to this bar after work so she can give them to me." Santana explains. Quinn stops what she's doing once again, turns around and shakes her head subtly from side to side.
"Santana, do you really wanna play this game?" She asks with sincere curiosity yet with a bit of warning in her tone. Santana scoffs at her friend's assumption that she would purposely do something stupid.
"This isn't a 'game'." She defends, instantly regretting bringing any of this up to Quinn.
"Exactly S. Don't even put yourself in a position that could make you look bad." She reminds her. "Britt asked you not to see this girl outside of the library and school. So, stopping by a bar would definitely fall under that category of 'no'." She rolls her eyes, knowing that no matter what she says to Santana, the girl is going to do whatever she wants. "Remember when Brittany met up with Jason and you got all mad even though she was doing it to put him in his place?" Quinn brings up the TA situation from back in freshman year. Santana nods, she was pretty angry at that. "This is the same thing."
"It's not even close. Trish didn't try and put the moves on me, Quinn." Santana spits out defensively.
"Not yet." Quinn mutters under her breath and shakes her head before she walks out of the kitchen and back into the mess of people waiting at her table to be greeted.
When Santana gets home, the apartment is quiet and she notices as she puts her keys down that Brittany's are still missing. She's pretty surprised she got home before her, but in a way is kind of relieved that she doesn't have to explain her whereabouts for the past hour and a half. She kicks off her work shoes under the table and starts taking off her jacket as she walks down the hall to her bedroom.
Before she goes into the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face, she pulls out her cell phone and opens up a text message. Her thumbs quickly type out a quick note and she sends it within seconds.
thanx for tnite. i needed it.
Giving herself an approving nod, she sets her phone down onto her nightstand and makes her way to the bathroom. After her night time ritual, she slinks into bed still feeling slightly dizzy from the couple of shots she did earlier. But, she knows the feeling is only going to make her sleep soundly which she greatly appreciates. As she closes her eyes she hears her phone vibrate beside her.
Trish: of course ;)
She closes the message and turns her phone off as to not be disturbed for the rest of the night. When she goes to close her eyes again, she smiles because she can hear the tell tale signs of Brittany finally getting home. She snuggles closer towards her girlfriend's side of the bed when she hears keys hit the table and shoes scuff along with wooden floor towards their bedroom. She can hear that Brittany is in the room and only grins more when she feels a body hover over her and press a soft kiss to her temple.
"I love you." Brittany whispers before turning away to go in the bathroom for her own night time ritual.
"Love you too." Santana sleepily yawns out.
"Go back to sleep baby." Brittany tells her in a gentle voice as she flips the light switch on and carefully shuts the bathroom door so she doesn't disturb her girlfriend again.