A/N: Thanks for the support guys! here's chapter 2.
As i said, this is a short series with short chapters so you guys can read it anytime anywhere.
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It's Simple: Chapter 2
There's nothing in the car except the low humming of the vehicle and heavy breathing on Santana's side.
It's been close to 15 minutes after the intense adrenaline rush but her heart hasn't stopped beating like bongos in a allegro tempo-ed musical. She doesn't really know the reason why and frankly it's beginning to hurt, not to mention the feeling of nausea's unsettling at the pit of her stomach.
It begins with a small lurch she feels in her abdomen, like a wave of liquid trying to escape via her mouth, then the second time she feels the lurch, she tastes the bitter bile on her tongue.
She fears the third.
Just as anticipated the third lurch comes along with a warning gurgle that's sickening to her own ears.
"Britt-Brittany, I'm g-go-"
"Bag's behind my seat," Brittany quickly says, glancing at Santana briefly with concern.
If the Latina hadn't been too caught up with reaching behind for the white plastic bag and holding the vomit in, she'd notice the concern Brittany had for her wasn't one that she'd defile her vehicle's carpet like Santana was fearing by herself.
She doesn't have time to over think and evaluate another person's gaze for she's leaning into the plastic bag as far as she could go, and emptying the contents of her stomach into it with loud, vomit inducing -if the puke itself isn't already- splats.
It goes on like she's a freaking fountain. She can't will it to stop and she's beginning to think that her organs are going into the plastic bag along with their contents.
She feels Brittany pull-over and she wants to apologise for the inconvenience, but then Brittany's reaching over the centre console; running the flat of her palm down Santana's back in one fluid repetitive motion and cooing into the woman's ear,
"It's okay, San. It's okay. You can stop now."
And she does.
The vomit stops and it's like magic.
Brittany's like magic.
They dispose of the bag, that's surprisingly heavy and three quarters full, into a large green bin behind a cafe.
Brittany's all smiles but Santana's everything but.
She's way beyond embarrassed and frustrated that her body requires to be taken care of like it's that of a baby. The anger boiling for that reason can only be fuelled further by the fact that Brittany is now the one to take care of her.
It's barely been half a day and she has embarrassed herself to no end.
"Impress the girl? No freaking way, I'm going to puke in her car," she mocks herself, mouthing it silently and picking at her nails fervently when Brittany has left her alone at the booth in the cafe to place their orders.
"Do you always talk to yourself? Or are you talking to Lord T," Brittany asks, amused as she flops herself down onto the seat opposite.
Santana jumps in the booth and brings a hand up to clutch at her chest.
"Do you have to scare me? It's like what? The third time already," her eyes wide as she says, "and anyways I can't be talking to your cat so I'm probably just talking to myself," her shoulders slump forward in defeat when she confesses.
"Why can't you talk to Lord T?" Brittany questions instead of mocking her like Santana thought she would.
"Cause you're not allowed to bring pets into the cafe?" Santana explains, hiding her relief by pointing to the sign that said 'No Pets Allowed' and diverting Brittany's attention.
Brittany only looks at the sign briefly before turning back with a sly smile dancing on her lips, "I know," she shrugs, sucks her lips into her mouth in one endearing action and looking to the ceiling.
It dawns on Santana why Brittany had such an expression and she leans forward, "oh my gosh, did you bring Lord T in?"
Brittany's eyes are wide and excited when she nods her head vigorously.
"He's hungry and he isn't a pet, he's my friend."
The blonde leans forward as well and Santana's smile stretches at how genuine Brittany was saying all that.
"We could get thrown out of the cafe you know?"
"I know, but if you don't say and I don't say and Tina doesn't say and Lord T doesn't meow, no one would know."
Santana has to muffle the laughter bubbling up her throat.
"That's an awful lot of people and who's Tina?"
Blue eyes light up immediately and Santana feels a pang of jealousy.
"Oh! She's a waitress here."
Just that moment, Brittany looks up over their conversation of extreme secrecy to a waitress of Asian ethnicity, stalking over with a large smile.
"Here's your skinny flat white and fish and chips," she announces as she carefully places the dishes in front of Santana and then in front of Brittany, "and here's your disgusting cuppa milkshake and wonderful, award winning meatball bolognese."
Santana brows furrow at the rude commentary but Brittany simply chuckles.
"I take it that Mike made the milkshake and you made the bolognese?"
"Touché," Tina nods her head, "He still hasn't apologised. Anyways, enjoy the meal you three," she squints at Brittany who's now staring at her warningly, bright smile no where to be found.
Santana watches their exchange as Tina holds Brittany's gaze adamantly and she wonders why Brittany's so cautious about The Lord Tubbington Secret, then she considers that maybe it was something else.
"Bye Touchy," Tina finally says, enunciating every word to make sure Brittany hears it and reaching towards Brittany and wiggling her fingers before stalking away with an air of triumph.
Brittany slumps back into the chair puffing her cheeks and it's a clear sign who won and who lost, except, what was the competition?
"What was going on? And why did she call you Touchy?" The moment the second question hits the table, she regrets it, for she doesn't think she'd be able to handle the answer if it's what she fears it is.
Brittany sits up straight with an adorable little pout that Santana couldn't help but be momentarily distracted by. The blonde shakes her head petulantly, blonde hair swinging left and right.
"It's embarrassing."
Santana smiles a little despite feeling a little anxious for the answer, "I embarrassed myself earlier by puking like a fountain in your car, so now it's your turn. Fifty, fifty."
"It's not your fault San," she sighs, and Santana's heart just about does a whole routine of gymnastics; olympic worthy.
San.
"I did drag you out of the hospital after all."
Her voice is a little quieter when she says, "well I did come with you didn't I?"
At that, Brittany finally looks up from pouting at her plate, "yeah," she bobs her head, "yeah you did."
Brittany's the first to break their trance -that's beginning to happen quite frequently- and begins to explain her exchange with Tina earlier.
"It was in high school years ago," she begins and Santana braces herself,
"and we were at this party at some Jockey's house and it was sooo crowded and sweaty, so Tina and I sought refuge and solitude at an empty room upstairs," she holds her breath at where the story was going,
"it was a long time ago and the in word then was 'TOUCHÉ' but I couldn't really pronounce the word so I shouted 'TOUCHY' when a bunch of guys walked into the room and announced 'you two beautiful girls deserve a drink'. I got mocked everyday after that."
Santana's sigh of relieve was long and satisfying and she laughs breathily.
"Oh, hah. I see."
"Why? Did you think it meant something else?"
It catches Santana off guard and she's momentarily stunned before her eyes begin to search the cafe eagerly for her salvation.
It comes in the form of a movie she'd watched several days ago and couldn't for the life of her -however short it may be- understand it.
"Have you watched that show?" She jerks her head towards the television hanging above the table of condiments.
Brittany's look of mischief turns curious and she whirls around to see what Santana was analysing.
"The Fountain by Darren Aronofsky. Have you watched it?"
"Yeah, yes I have." Brittany turns back around and looks at Santana like she's already anticipating the question.
"Did you understand the show?" She tries her luck, knowing no one else she's asked has ever understood it or that everyone else had varying opinions that she just didn't find right.
"It's such a complicating show," Santana continues to prod and pokes her fork into the battered fish on her plate, giving another shot at understanding the movie.
"No it's not."
She's surprised, this time differently from the first three and Santana snaps her head up to look at Brittany whose body language and facial expression is all relaxed and indifferent.
"It is?"
"Yeah. It's not complicating at all."
"It's not?"
Brittany giggles and brings the large of cup milkshake closer to her and takes a long drink.
"So what do you think it's about?" Santana asks again, curious at what Brittany's view would be.
"It's unbelievably strong, transcends time and never ends," the blonde begins to explain,
And the answer shocks Santana to every degree.
"It's simple," Brittany puts down the heavy cup, leans onto the arms she has crossed atop the wooden table and holds Santana's gaze with her inimitable cobalt eyes, gleaming and dazzling,
"It's love."
There's chapter 2!
Have a great, simple day (: