Since she had time to kill, Brittany figured it'd probably be a good idea to get a new cell phone considering the old one is most likely still lying in the back of Santana's truck. Luckily, she was able to keep her original number which is nice because then she's not going to have to spread the word to family and friends of new digits.
When she was first handed her new phone she instantly sent Santana a text message to let her know she has reentered the world of technology. Of course she didn't say it in those words, but she got her point across by means of a picture text.
Brittany's pretty much been sitting on the couch playing with her new phone since she'd left the store. Luckily, for her, it was a nice distraction from the small stack of envelopes, letters and business cards sitting on the coffee table that she had picked up from the studio earlier in the evening. Just as she is about to download some puzzle game on her phone, in vibrates in her hand.
S: just got outta work. on my way home
Brittany smiles at the text message and quickly types out a reply.
Brittz: yay! I missed u
Santana grins at Brittany's response and brings her hand to her chest when her breath catches a bit. It's nice to have yet another connection with Brittany. It was so hard to have no access to Brittany, not only physically, but verbally. Since she couldn't reach her on the cell phone she had thrown away, then unable to get to her through the Pierce's home phone, its nice now to have that form of communication back.
S: I missed u 2 babe. hungry?
Brittany throws her legs onto the couch, rests her head onto a pillow and bashfully smiles at her phone. Her thumbs move gracefully over her phone to create the perfect response.
Brittz: just come home
It's probably a message Santana's received from Brittany a million and one times. Maybe more. Somehow, today, it feels like the first time. That feeling in her chest that feels like she's melting from the inside out, which sounds gross but is amazing, begins to burn and the butterflies in her stomach start to flutter. She remembers those years ago when they were driving to New York and Brittany called their apartment 'their home'. It's a feeling that is sort of unexplainable, but so very powerful.
So, rather than take her time to write out a reply, Santana picks up her pace in hopes of getting home that much quicker. Santana practically sprints up the steps to their apartment building and yanks the door open. She taps her foot impatiently in the elevator, instantly regretting that she didn't take the stairs. When the door to their apartment opens Brittany lifts her head up from the couch to find Santana with a big grin on her face. She tosses her phone onto the coffee table and shifts into a sitting position.
"Hey." Santana waves and kicks the door closed with her foot.
"Hi." Brittany replies and leans her chin on the back of the couch. Santana momentarily breaks their stare to kick her shoes under the table against the wall. "Come here." Brittany tells her, beckoning with her hand for Santana to join her on the couch.
"Okay." Santana unbuttons her work shirt as she makes her way over to the couch where Brittany makes some room for her to sit.
"How was work?" Brittany asks, moving to take a seat a little behind Santana and helps her out of her work shirt.
"Not bad." She shrugs her shoulders and sends an appreciative look to Brittany as she pulls off her button down.
"Back rub?" Brittany offers, tossing the smelly work shirt to the floor and rests her hands on Santana's shoulders.
"Umm," She hums, her body well aware of Brittany's fingers grazing her skin. "Okay." She clears her throat and shifts in her seat to give Brittany room to adjust her body behind hers.
Santana's lips press together as she tries to contain a moan at the feel of Brittany's fingers kneading into her muscles. Her eyes close and her head hangs because it really feels that good. Brittany's thumbs press into her flesh, trying to work out the knots in her back. For the most part her mind is blank, the only focus being on relaxation. That is, until Brittany makes a small comment.
"You're so tight." It's unintentional of course and she said it in such a soft, innocent voice.
But the words cause Santana's eyes to instantly shoot open and her shoulders tense up. At those words the hands on her body feel hotter and her heart picks up. Brittany's fingers stop moving and Santana hears a faint 'oh, ummm' behind her. She clears her throat and smoothes her hands down Santana's back, the fabric of her tank top bunches up in her palms.
"I picked up my mail from the studio." Brittany breaks the tension by patting Santana's back and shifting away from behind her. "A lot of it was just cards from other studios." She explains, nonchalantly yet effectively changing the subject as she reaches out for the stack of envelopes and papers on the coffee table that Santana hadn't even noticed. Brittany crosses her legs and sets the pile onto her lap, sifting through for the good stuff. "See." She says, passing over a few envelopes with just business cards inside. Santana sits back, finally letting out the breath she'd been holding in and looks down at the pile of papers in her lap.
"What's the point of sending a business card?" Santana asks, confusedly flipping each card over to check the back for a message or some sort of reason of interest in Brittany.
"I guess if I'm interested." Brittany shrugs her shoulders. "But," She starts slowly, a small smile playing on her lips. "I did get this."
Santana looks at the envelope, which is already open, and sees that Brittany's name is printed out on the front. She nods her head, tilting it from side to side because when things are printed it seems legit. She slips her finger tips into the envelope and tugs at the edge of the single piece of paper folded neatly inside. Brittany's fingers dancing on her thigh makes her anxious so she hurries up her motions.
"Brittany Pierce," Santana reads out loud. "I'm a representative from the RDA…" Her brow furrows and she looks at Brittany. "What's the RDA?"
"Oh," Brittany shifts closer and leans over to point towards the emblem in the upper left corner. "It's the Rebel Dance Agency." Santana mouths an 'oh' and nods her head.
"From the RDA in the New York office. I caught your show for the North Dance Studio and was impressed. We have an opening…" Santana nudges Brittany's hip with her hand as excitement rises in her voice. "In our internship program for recent graduates. The RDA likes to stay fresh and bold, which is what I felt through your choreography. We would be lucky to have you join our ranks and help us continue to grow in this ever changing yet timeless world of dance. We hope that you consider us as you decide on your future in this very field." She reads the send off to herself and then reads the entire letter to herself once more. "Britt." Santana breathes out, a smile completely spread across her face.
"It's just an internship." Brittany points out and shrugs her shoulders as she tugs her feet under her.
"This isn't just anything, babe." Santana swiftly turns towards her girlfriend. Brittany can't help but grin at the term of endearments that are slowly trickling their way back through their words. "From what I know about dance, which is pretty much what you tell me, is that anything with the word 'agency' tacked on the end of whatever ludicrous name is kind of a big deal. Maybe it's just an internship, but, working at an agency seems like a far better opportunity for you than continuing to work at the studio."
"That's the other thing." Brittany's smile flickers as she twists her lips and takes the letter away from Santana and sets it down onto the coffee table. "Remember I told you I called them and that they offered me a full time job?" Santana nods. "Well, they are opening up another studio and they want me to be the assistant dance director at the new South Dance Studio."
"Oh… wow. Brittany, that's…" Santana's eyes are wide, her jaw hangs and words escape her. Brittany smirks as Santana turns her body towards her. "What does all this mean? Would you still be teaching?"
"Yeah, but, I'd have a lot more responsibility." She explains with a wave of her hand. Santana nods at all of the new information, her eyes searching the fabric of Brittany's pants for all of the fine details that have yet to be exposed. "Lisa wasn't in today, so I didn't have the chance to talk out everything with her. But, Gary pretty much told me that I'd be getting a significant raise and I would have a lot more creative control over the way the new place is run."
Santana can't control herself, this news is just too exciting, and she throws herself into Brittany. Her arms wrap around her girlfriend's neck, pulling her close against her. Brittany chuckles because she almost falls backwards on the couch at Santana's body being thrust towards her. After placing a quick peck to her cheek, Santana pulls back, keeping Brittany's hands in hers.
"I gotta be honest," Santana breathes out with a small laugh. "I thought you were gonna tell me you got some offer across the country or something." She shakes her head at herself and Brittany runs her thumbs over the back of her hands.
"I would have said 'no'." She says without missing a beat and Santana sends her a questioning stare. "Not so long ago you gave up an opportunity to be with me." She explains in a soft, sweet tone. "When you did that, it made me realize that everything is an opportunity and that it doesn't matter where you are."
"Miss Pierce, you're kind of the smartest and sweetest person ever." Santana cutely pokes at her girlfriend's cheek before leaning in to press a kiss to that very spot. "I think the only thing I'd do differently is not wait until the last minute." Brittany laughs and playfully rolls her eyes.
"Really? I think that was the best part." She winks and pulls at Santana's hands to draw them closer to her own lap.
"What are you gonna do?" Santana asks and motions towards the possibilities of Brittany's future.
"What do you think I should do?" Brittany counters with a bit of uncertainty.
"I don't know if I feel comfortable answering that." She admits in a low voice. "I mean, it's your future." Brittany's gaze drops from Santana and down to their hands and she takes in the rings on their fingers. "Britt, I'm not saying that I won't sit here and spit ball your options." Santana dips her head to find those blue eyes and tugs on her girlfriend's hands. "But, dancing is your dream and your passion. My dream and passion is you. So, whatever will make you happy will make me happy." Brittany lets out a long breath and they smile back at one another.
It's funny. Even after the month they spent away from each other and the months that, though not literally apart, caused that separation some things didn't seem to skip a beat. Regardless of the bumps and forks in the road they've gone through during the course of their relationship, one thing will always ring true and that's that they are in this crazy thing called life together. The fights, misunderstandings and uncertainty don't take away all of the things that they want. It also helps that everything they want always brings them back to one another.
As Brittany caressed Santana's hands with her thumbs, she's only reminded of everything her sister had told her back in Lima. Sometimes relationships don't ride on a smooth path for forever, but, it's those little imperfections that make it all worth it. It's all of those imperfections that make it exactly the opposite of imperfect. Hearing her girlfriend say that her dreams and passion are important makes her realize that everything in her life connects back to Santana.
The rest of the evening is spent with Brittany explaining the pros and cons of both options. She points out how taking the internship could present even better opportunities for her in the future, like, being able to become a choreographer for music videos and movies and world tours. Yet, at the same time, becoming the assistant dance director at the new South Dance Studio could offer some equally amazing opportunities. At the studio she will be able to build a stronger resume, get more experience and then her dream of becoming a sought out choreographer would still be there.
While Brittany expresses her feelings on each situation, Santana lovingly smiles and enjoys the way Brittany uses her hands to paint the picture of her possible future. The passion in Brittany's eyes about dance shines so bright, she's only reminded of all the many reasons of why she fell in love with her in the first place. She nods at the moments Brittany asks if she agrees when she does and she shakes her head when she agrees with the parts where Brittany makes a good con point.
It's nice and intimate and grown up sitting on the couch going over career options. During the night, Santana is reminded of the reason she got off the plane. Brittany's right. Opportunities and chances of a beautiful life aren't about where you are; it's about who you're with. And on the couch in their apartment in New York with Brittany is exactly where every dream, passion, hope, chance and opportunity is for her.
A few weeks later and some very much needed re-bonding time, Santana and Brittany decide it's time to extend their quality alone time into some long lost friend time. Brittany has gotten to have a few lunches and dinners with Quinn, coffees with Rachel and a Project Runway marathon when Kurt finally came back to New York. Santana has continued her best bud time with Quinn on their many benches in Washington Square Park, unfortunate forced but entertaining cosmos with Rachel and a randomly awkward brunch with Kurt and his boyfriend Blaine. The only thing they haven't done is put all of these people into one equation.
So, it only makes sense for them all to reconnect in the one place that has always been theirs; Mick's.
"If we get there first, can we call dibs on being the Cocktail Commanders?" Santana practically squeals as she tugs on Brittany's hand. Her girlfriend laughs, guiding them through the crowd of people on the sidewalk waiting for the light to change.
Cocktail Commander is when a couple or even one of them gets to a bar first and gets to be in charge of what everyone drinks. It's something that started back in the spring of Freshman year when Brittany realized that Rachel and Quinn had different reactions to certain cocktails. Obviously, she shared her little observation with Santana who decided to test out the theory one night which ultimately led to Quinn streaking down the hall of their floor. A memorable and educational evening it was.
Upon this amazing gift of control and entertainment, the couple decided to let their friends in on what had transpired when they were in charge of drinks that night. Neither Quinn nor Rachel believed them and demanded to have their own testing night. Long story short and an almost arrest later, the couple believed their friends and thus the Cocktail Commanders was born. Perhaps silly and a bit juvenile, but fun nevertheless and a great group ice breaker… maybe.
"I thought we decided Junior year that Cocktail Commander would be something we all discussed when we make plans to go out." Brittany says but her reminder gets a quirked eyebrow and a smirk. "Did you?"
"Oh," Santana lifts her phone from her bag and shakes it out in front of them. "I did." She chuckles as she puts her phone away again.
"When?"
"Come on!" Rachel shouts from the living room. "We should have left ten minutes ago."
"I know, I know." Quinn comes rushing around the corner, shoving her phone and wallet into her purse. "I can't believe we agreed to this." She shakes her head, tucks some hair behind her ear before bending down to fix the strap on her shoe.
"She called us wimps." Rachel reminds her with a pointed look.
"Oh, sweetie." Quinn laughs and moves to set her hand softly to Rachel's cheek. "She said 'pussy', but your innocence is adorable."
"While I can appreciate your admiration of my well preserved purity," Rachel starts and covers Quinn's hand with her own. "I do not like to lose. But more importantly, I do not like Santana being in charge of the things I put in my mouth." She quickly shuts her mouth and looks away, unable to avoid the little grin Quinn is trying to control. "Just promise me you won't tell her I just said that."
"Done."
"I don't understand why we couldn't just take a cab." Kurt groans as Blaine leads him through the sidewalk traffic.
"Have you forgotten the time we decided to do that and we lost Cocktail Commander by mere seconds?" Blaine reminds him with a quick look over his shoulder. Kurt curls his upper lip, the memory of that night though blurry, was disappointing. "I'll never forget the look in Quinn's eyes when she passed us while we were stuck at a red light." He shakes his head.
"I blame those Zumba classes she takes with Brittany." Kurt points out. "They power walk to and from class and have you ever actually seen a Zumba class?"
"Those bitches are crazy." Blaine agrees with a nod and holds his arm across Kurt when they come up to a busy intersection.
"If it wasn't for Rachel weighing her down, Quinn would beat us everywhere by walking." The couple laugh, both obviously imagining their friend in a super hero cape as she struts down the sidewalk of their mind.
"I think you're forgetting about the time we nearly got trampled by Rachel and Santana racing to the bar." Blaine brings up yet another interesting night.
"Seeing those two kids bicker like that," Kurt starts and pulls on Blaine's hand when it's safe for them to cross. "Practically killing each other… well it's the best thing ever and totally worth not being Cocktail Commander just to be able to see one of them lose against the other."
"So, how are things?" Quinn asks, tipping the neck of her beer to clink it into Santana's.
"Couldn't be better." She smiles and sips her beer. Quinn can tell by her voice and the small, slightly forced smile that there is something else.
"You haven't had sex yet, have you?" She quickly blurts out as if she's figured out a puzzle she's been working on for days.
"What?!" Santana's voice cracks and she sends a nervous glance over her shoulder at Brittany who is all smiles and giggles at the table with the rest of the group. "What?" She asks again in a less anxious tone. "That's ridiculous." She waves her off and turns back towards her friend who is suspiciously eyeing her up. "Okay, no." She huffs, setting her beer bottle down onto the bar top and runs her fingers through her hair. Quinn breathes out a laugh and turns to lean her back on the bar.
"I knew it." She shakes her head and points in the direction of the table their group is at. "There's enough sexual tension between the two of you it could suffocate a third world country."
"Ugh, is it really that obvious?" Santana groans, wrapping her hands around the base of her beer.
"Only to me." Quinn assures her with a light shrug of her shoulders. "And Rachel." She motions towards her girlfriend, making Santana roll her eyes. "Oh, Kurt and Blaine too." She adds through a fake cough and Santana's eyes widen.
"Oh my God." Santana face palms herself, wishing she could crawl into a ball and into her bed, far away from this conversation. But, then something brings her back. "Wait a minute." She squints one eye and points at her friend. "You're bringing up my sex-life."
"What sex-life?" Quinn challenges with a smirk.
"Don't test me Fabray." She steps closer and analyzes her friend's eyes. "You'll usually talk about anything to avoid me dishing out on getting it on with Brittz." She tilts her head, trying to figure Quinn out. "What's your angle, Q?"
"No angle." Quinn quickly turns back towards the bar and holds up two fingers to Garrett for two shots. "But, have you met you when you're sex deprived?" She arches one of her eyebrows and smirks, which garners a playful punch in the arm from Santana. "I think I'm the only one who noticed." She clarifies in a softer voice, which is relieving to Santana. "What kind of a best friend would I be if I didn't notice a drought in your normally very active sexcapades?" She clinks her bottle against Santana's and the two share a short chuckle.
"Not mine, that's for sure." Santana replies instantly and throws back the shot of tequila Garrett poured for them.
"So, what's up?" Quinn bumps her shoulder into her best friend's.
"I've been thinking of quitting Nelson's."
"Oh." Quinn nods and then shakes her head, realizing this does not at all answer their current conversation. "Hey, don't change the subject."
"It's not that I don't want to have sex. I do. I totally do." She makes that face she does when she really, really wants something. "I'm just… ugh… I feel like, when we finally do it it's gonna feel like the first time all over again. I want it to be special." She makes a face at herself and rolls her eyes. "That was kinda gross."
"Totally." Quinn agrees before tossing back her own shot and then signals Garrett for six more. "But, seriously," She shells out some money down onto the counter. "Isn't it always special?"
"Oh, Quinnie." Santana pats her friend on the back and chuckles. "That's a conversation for another night." They grab the shots, three each and head back over to the table.
"What took you guys so long?" Rachel groans and stares down at the shot of tequila Quinn sets down in front of her.
"Just a little chit chat." Quinn tells her and sends Santana a wink.
Since Quinn is Cocktail Commander, stepping into Mick's before Rachel, she's dubbed tequila the shot of the night. Tequila makes her and Santana freer with their witty retorts and a lot funnier, hence the extra hidden shots they took at the bar alone. Plus, from her months living with Brittany and Santana back in freshman year, she knows for a fact that tequila makes Brittany horny. A fact she's not exactly proud or happy to know about.
"Baby, you forgot limes." Brittany points out to Santana and moves to get up from her chair.
"I should go help her." Kurt says as he shimmies from his own seat. "Last time she dropped all the limes on the floor and then… picked them up without telling us." He makes a face at the memory of finding out the lime that had been in his mouth had been on the floor of Mick's. Not exactly appetizing.
"Hey," Blaine leans across the table and pokes Santana in the elbow. "How's the new studio working for Brittany?" Santana smiles and plays with the full shot glass in front of her.
"She loves it." She boasts, catching a quick glance of Brittany heading back towards the table.
"That's really great." Blaine cheers and Santana eyes him carefully.
"Doesn't your boyfriend tell you anything?" She spits out, realizing that Blaine is always asking things she would expect Kurt to tell him. Instead of answering, Blaine just looks around awkwardly and is saved by Kurt and Brittany returning with the limes. "Weirdo." Santana mumbles under her breath.
"I would like to propose a toast." Quinn interrupts everyone's side conversations and lifts her shot glass to the middle of the table. She smiles when everyone follows suit and soon all of their glasses and fingers are touching. "To friends who are family," She bumps shoulders with Brittany and smiles over at Kurt. "New and old beginnings," She winks over at Santana. "And last but not least, to the wrath of mine and Santana's awesomeness about to be spewed out for the remainder of the evening."
"Cheers." Santana clinks her shot against Quinn's, and leans her head into Brittany's when she hears her girlfriend giggle.
Everyone else cheers along with them and not long after, there is another round of tequila making its way towards their table. Rachel comments that it would be economically friendly for them to next time bring their own limes, instead of wasting the ones at Mick's for their stupid drinking rituals. This is then countered by Kurt who blames Quinn and Santana because every time one of them is the Cocktail Commander, nine times out of ten, tequila is in the equation.
This conversation is of course challenged by Brittany who points out that whenever Kurt and or Rachel are Cocktail Commander, fruity drinks are involved that are topped off with various pieces of fruits usually discarded since they are only garnishes. Then, like every other time someone says this, Kurt feigns offense with a gasp to which Santana says 'sorry, Lady Hummel'. Blaine then goes on some rant, as always, about how fruit is imported from other countries and how the purchases of said fruit by bars is economically sound and that they are merely helping their country.
Of course this goes on and on for an hour or two until the tequila starts to kick in, which is when Quinn and Santana find their stride in roller coaster of verbal awesomeness. They fall into a conversation which they pretend is only between the two of them, only they talk loud enough for everyone to hear. They poke fun at Blaine's eyebrows and how they probably have their own zip code. This is nicely followed up by a random comment from Brittany on how much hair product he uses and asks if he is helping the economy by shopping at a wholesale store for his weekly gel usage.
"I use the required amount." Blaine defends as he lightly smoothes his hand over his perfectly gelled locks.
"You've had the same hair style for past year." Santana points out with a good stare down as she tosses down her lime wedge. "I mean, it's like all of the seasons of 24 with that hair 'style'." She spits out and scoffs with a wave of her hand.
"It's kind of like Rachel and her wardrobe all throughout high school." Brittany chimes in, her hand riding up on Santana's leg under the table.
"Hey." Rachel jerks her head back, clearly offended, even though her focus is on the bottom of the shot glass in her hand. "I'll have you know that those reindeer sweaters are what drew Finn to me."
"What drew Finnocence to you was the fact that you kept throwing yourself at him." Santana interjects, lifting her hand up to indicate to Garrett that they need more shots. "That and the fact that whenever you sang you made the reindeer on your sweater dance." She can't even hold in the laugh that comes out, though she does try to muffle it with her hand. Rachel shoots a look at Quinn when she sees her girlfriend's body shutter with some light laughter.
"What?" Quinn shrugs her shoulders and turns her attention to one of the many televisions in the bar. "It worked on me, too." She grins and looks back over at Rachel who blushes.
"Ugh." Santana makes a disgruntled face to go along with the disgruntled grunt she gives out which receives stares from everyone at the table. "Just, gross." She shakes her head in disgrace for her best friend.
Disregarding comments from the peanut gallery, that gallery also being known as Quinn and Santana's mouth, the group continues on bantering like this for the rest of the evening. It's fun and it's reminiscent of the past four years, plus a certain thickly browed boy.
Blaine and Kurt share their ideas on possibly moving in together and of course the girls do not agree. Rachel admits that she enjoys having Kurt as her live in best gay, to which Quinn argues against. Santana then adds how they haven't been together long enough to make that kind of a commitment to one another. They all turn to Brittany for her input, only to find that she's whispering secretly into a blushing Santana's ear.
"Well," Kurt interrupts after a small lull between topics of conversation. "I think we're gonna call it a night." He motions between himself and Blaine who nods and smiles politely.
"Aww man, come on." Santana groans, flailing her hands in disapproval and flicks her fingers at the used up lime in front of her. "We're just getting started My Little Pony." She juts her lower lip out and tries her best to bat her eyelashes over at her girlfriend's best guy friend only to be shut down.
"Actually Santana, you and Britt have been having sex talk for the past hour." He points out, getting a few nods and hums to corroborate his story.
"What?!" Her voice cracks as her body melds into Brittany's, which is pretty much draped over her own. "Pshh." She waves him away and leans herself more into her girlfriend who continues to whisper dirty, sweet nothings into her ear. They say goodbye to the boys, well, Brittany continues to talk into Santana's ear, but Santana says goodbye for the both of them.
"Yeah," Quinn clears her throat and pushes her chair back which makes a loud screech against the bar's floor. "We're gonna go too." She says as she rifles through her bag for money. "Come on Rach." She taps Rachel on the shoulder as she gets up from her seat.
"Hey," Santana calls out to her before she can lead her drunk girlfriend out of Mick's. "You're coming over for dinner Thursday, right?"
Quinn nods, remembering her friend's suggestion for them to come over for Thursday dinner, something they've been doing since forever. Santana watches her friends walk out, leaving her and Brittany alone at a table filled with empty shot glasses and used up lime peels all over. Brittany grins to herself as she continues to suggestively whisper in her girlfriend's ear, leaving her lips pressed closely against her skin.
After one last round of shots for the two of them, Brittany pays the rest of the bill and pulls a very drunk but happy Santana out of Mick's. It's pretty hot out, but luckily there's a light breeze which isn't so bad for a pretty sweet more than buzzed feeling. Their fingers lace together easily, palms pressed more tightly together than when they had first arrived. Brittany smiles over in Santana's direction, enjoying the way her girlfriend's eyes light up due to their close proximity.
Forgoing a taxi back to their apartment building, the walk home provides them both some time to sober up and the ability to carry on a nice alcohol induced conversation. Brittany thanks Santana for helping her realize how amazing it has been taking the assistant dance director job over at South Dance Studio. They kiss on the thank you when they reach a corner that has the 'no crossing' sign up.
Santana thanks Brittany for understanding her contemplation of quitting Nelson's and shares that earlier she'd talked to Garrett, the bartender and co-owner of Mick's, about bartending. Brittany of course suggests that maybe she should try bartending over at Nelson's, because experience is essential. Santana, however, counters that if she starts bartending at Nelson's she'll most likely get stuck working there for another four years which is not on her to-do list.
To-do list only reminds Brittany of the term 'honey-do list', which of course makes Santana do a double take as they cross the street. Brittany explains that her mom gives her dad a 'honey-do list' when she can't run errands and needs his help. This prompts Santana to have them promise one another that when they are married they won't have 'honey-do lists' because everything will be equal.
"Hey, why are you stopping?" Santana asks, looking down at Brittany's feet that have stopped moving. She looks around, just to make sure that they aren't standing in the middle of the street and aren't about to get run over. They're not, so she looks back at those glassy with tequila blues.
Instead of responding right away, Brittany dips her hand down into her purse and pulls out her phone. She swipes across the screen to open it up and Santana stands there watching her curiously. She smirks at the way Brittany cutely gnaws on her bottom lip and how her eyes sparkle as she stares up at her over her phone screen. Her hands stop moving and she sucks in her lips that are desperate to release a wide smile.
"See this girl." Brittany says and turns her phone around to show a candid picture of Santana and Quinn walking back from the bar with shots in their hands. Her smile hits her eyes in the picture and Quinn is in the background, blurry but recognizable. She nods and grins at the silly picture Brittany is showing off to her.
"Yeah." She breathes out, covering Brittany's hand that is holding the phone with her own. "She's kinda hot." Brittany giggles and playfully rolls her eyes as she moves her body behind Santana's and brings her mouth to her ear.
"I'm gonna marry her one day." Brittany whispers.
"Britt." Santana breathes out and tilts her head so it rests on Brittany's shoulder. She sighs and pulls her girlfriend's hand down and turns around to face her.
It's one of those moments where she wants to throw everything out there and say 'let's do it'. A moment where she wishes that nothing that happened happened and that there was never a time where they were apart because this moment is just perfect. But, then she remembers that they're drunk and even though their drunk words are usually words of truth, it's not time. Neither of them are ready. Not yet.
"I know." Brittany says in a low voice and drops her gaze from Santana. She shakes her head at herself, kind of embarrassed that she's brought up that thing that they promised to stop saying to one another. "But," She starts after a few seconds of nothing being said. "It's the truth." She whispers between the tiny space that separates them. Her eyes finally meet Santana's.
"This can't be a thing." She tells her, a faint bit of sadness in her voice. "We can't keep revisiting this every few weeks." Santana explains vaguely, but Brittany knows what she means. Her small smiles fades at the way Brittany's head hangs, so she steps forward to close the distance between their bodies. "One day…"
"Yeah." Brittany interrupts, lifting her eyes back up to Santana's and nods. "One day." She repeats their mantra, but Santana laughs out a smile and shakes her head as she brings her hand up to her girlfriend's cheek.
"No, just listen." Santana says. "One day, we are gonna be ready to take the next step. We're going to be settled in our jobs, at least I hope." She makes a face of uncertainty, considering she's still waiting to get accepted to law school. "Luckily, my student loans won't be too atrocious." She winks trying to make it a lighter conversation. "And then one day, we are going to be… I don't know, looking for a house so that our kids have a yard to play in." She explains with a wave of her hand. Brittany's smile only grows and she presses her body more into Santana's.
"Kids?" Brittany asks, tilting her head to the side and her lower lip quivers. Santana's eyebrow arches and shakes a little as she searches those questioning eyes staring back at her.
"Why, Brittany Pierce," She lets out softly and slowly. "I always thought you wanted kids." She jokes, poking her finger to the tip of her girlfriend's nose garnering a playful eye roll. "When I bought that ring," Santana continues and grips her other hand at Brittany's waist. "I was signing up for everything." She explains with a shake of her head, as if ridding her body of any sort of sign that would say she's only half in this. "All of that stuff," Her thumb grazes the corner of Brittany's mouth. "I want it all and then some."
They stand on the corner of the street that Mick's is on and stare at one another for a little while longer. Their eyes share every hope and dream they've had together and separately. All of Brittany's aspirations and all of Santana's desires shared with a simple look. They've never had to actually communicate with words, but all of their promises since they've reconnected have become verbally expressed. They've learned that sometimes things, even if they don't need to be said, mean that much more when they are out there in the open.