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It's Simple: Chapter 3
They're half way into their meal when Brittany begins to feed her 'belly' with small chunks of meatballs.
"I need to feed my belly now," she had announced before actually doing it.
Santana watches the girl for awhile as she picks up the pieces of brown meat and brings it into her pink hoodie, waiting for her to look up with that playful smirk she has when she's joking.
The moment never comes.
"You know you look completely ridiculous and it's really obvious," she says, meaning for it to be accusatory but has such a wide smile on her face.
Brittany purses her lips and sighs through her nose defeatedly, "yeah, but I've got to feed Tubbs, I can hear his stomach grumbling."
She then proceeds to make gurgling sounds with her mouth and wiggling her fingers in the air.
Santana giggles when Lord Tubbington meows like he knows Brittany's making fun of him.
"Careful, he can hear you. So where're we going after this?" Santana asks, finishing the last of her skinny flat white and heaving a satisfied breath.
So far, the day has been lovely. It must be her lucky day, not to be in a disinfected, white room with a tube stuck up her arm while she struggles to read a boring old magazine just to keep entertained, and to instead be in the company of a stunningly beautiful, bright eyed, stranger. She doesn't want it to end just yet. In fact, she doesn't think she ever wants it to end.
Brittany scratches the feline's protruding head whilst scrunching her nose up adorably and shrugs her shoulders.
"I don't know? I was thinking of sending you straight back to the hospital."
Santana's body jerks straight in a movement so abrupt that the patrons in the other booths have turned their heads over.
"No, No, Brittany. Not yet, please."
She doesn't care about the unwanted attention, she just doesn't want to go back to the hospital.
Tears begin to collect at her lower lids as she looks at the silent Brittany, pleading with her eyes.
Fortunately for Santana, all it took was the sunlight to hit her eyes for Brittany to pick up the extra reflection in them; the tears.
Blue eyes soften and the smirk that was upon her lips disappears in an instant, and that's when Santana realises that Brittany was simply joking. She wasn't going to send Santana back to the hospital, at least not yet.
She wasn't sure if she was supposed to feel angry or relieved, so she simply settles for both and closes her eyes, breathing a steadying breath out to calm her fraying nerves.
It's silent and she's almost convinced that she has fallen asleep when she feels a sudden influx of warmth against her left cheek and distinctively registers the careful thumb tickling under her lids.
Her body goes rigid.
"Santana," she hears, "open your eyes,
Please."
Santana doesn't move and waits for the urge to slap Brittany's hand away to arise like it should.
But it doesn't and it's weird.
It's weird that she doesn't feel like slapping Brittany's hand away and demanding an explanation for having such audacity, after all, they DID just meet.
It's weird, but she does, she opens her eyes and blue eyes are the first thing she sees. They're bright, they're shiny, they're everything that's beautiful but most of all, they're so... So familiar.
"I'm sorry San," Brittany breathes when she succeeds in urging brown orbs to drift upwards and catch her own, "I'm so sorry."
Their eyes lock upon the other and Santana feels she should be doing so many things in this exact moment, but isn't able to will herself to; like looking away, or responding to Brittany's sincere, sincere apology.
Only, all she can think of is, why is Brittany looking at her like... This?
"Meow," The feline protests before she could ask, as if reading her mind and the moment breaks.
The moment is gone and it's no longer apt for her to ask the question that's at the tip of her tongue.
Santana detaches her cheek from Brittany's hand and averts her eyes when Brittany begins to look hurt at her blatant rejection.
No one speaks, or actually, no one really knows what to say, so the booth's silent.
It's awkward again. It's awkward with elusive eyes and audible gulps until Tina comes over with the bill.
"So L.P, who's gonna pay?" she deadpans, looking from one flushed and gloomy woman to the other.
Santana wants to inquire about this other nickname, L.P, but decides there's enough awkwardness for the day.
"I'll do it," Brittany offers, reaching into the pocket of her jean shorts and whipping out thirty dollars.
"You know the meal's only twenty five right?"
"Yeah. Tips," she says and Santana has the courtesy of muffling a chuckle at the smirk that's developing on Brittany's face. It's beginning to look all too familiar now.
"Why thank you," Tina smiles and Brittany does as Santana expected.
"Who says it's for you? It's for the wonderful person who made my wonderful cup of milkshake," making sure to enunciate the word.
Tina's face falls as she looks to Santana, "I don't even know why you're hanging out with this horrible excuse for a human being."
"She's a wonderful...alien?" Santana supplies, realising it sounded way better in her head, but she catches Brittany snapping her head to look at her in her peripheral vision, so she finds her ground and raises her shoulders up to her ears.
Tina looks at her weirdly.
"That... Doesn't even make sense. Now I know why you're hanging out with her," she turns back to Brittany and uses the bills she was given to tap Brittany on the shoulder, "I'm keeping the tips because mi boyfriend doesn't deserve it."
The Asian girl stalks away with an exaggerated roll of her eyes when Brittany begins to sing, "my milkshake brings all the boys to the yard."
"You know," Santana smirks, glad that the awful tension has been lifted and trying not to smile too wide from how adorable she thinks Brittany was being, "if you weren't saving me from the hospital, I would've gone all Lima Heights on you. For me, AND the good people of the state," she threatens like everyone should unanimously understand the meaning of that phrase.
"oh, you wouldn't bear to," Brittany declares and shrugs that shrug she keeps doing.
Santana mimics the action, because Brittany was nothing but right.
She wouldn't bear to.
When they leave the cafe, the sun's not to high up in the sky anymore and it's just beginning to get chilly.
"Are you kidnapping me? If you're kidnapping me please tell me," Santana sighs, exasperated after a long and gruelling game of guessing where Brittany is bringing them.
"Fine, I'm kidnapping you," Brittany confesses around the TIC-TAC she has in her mouth. The woman hasn't stopped popping TIC-TACS into her mouth and Santana just doesn't understand why?
Maybe she simply likes it.
"Wow, no one really tells you how to respond to that."
Brittany giggles and it's wonderful sound causes Santana to close her eyes.
The air settles down as the noise from their talking dissipates into the air and leaves a peaceful hum in it's wake. It's peaceful and it feels so foreign that she realises just how long it's been since she's had the privilege to feel this way. It's the best she's felt in a long time but it's nothing compared to the moment when a melody begins to ebb through the air and fills the car and it's Brittany humming.
Brittany's humming and it's light hearted and wonderfully soothing.
The melody begins to pick up and Santana finds that she knows the song and it puzzles her; the way Brittany was humming it, because it wasn't exactly a happy song, but the way the woman was humming it made it seem as if it was.
She lolls her head to the side and watches Brittany as she hums, grinning and bobbing her head.
"Y'know it isn't supposed to be happy right?"
"Mmm?" She hums, not taking her eyes off the road.
"The song, it isn't a happy one," she shakes her head against the head rest, hair scratching against the leather.
"Mmmm," Santana learns just how much Brittany likes to hum, and shrug, and smile, but she also notices that there's a different kind for everyone and this hum, was a thoughtful one.
"Why do you think so?" She asks.
"Why do I think so what?"
"That it's a sad song."
She's silent for awhile as she thinks of an answer, only able conjure up one, that's the strongest in her opinion, "because it's meant to be sad?"
Brittany's eyebrows are furrowed when she asks, "how so?"
Santana get a little uncomfortable at the sudden shift of atmosphere and fidgets in her seat, "He sings about a broken relationship and it ends with him losing her," she bobs her head along with her words.
Brittany doesn't say anything after Santana finishes her explanation, but the way her eyes are fixated onto the road with a stony glare makes Santana second guess her words.
"Y'know I'm not sure-" she rushes to salvage the situation.
"No one's sure what any song is about. There are endless interpretations to a single song. And besides, a single song is so short, made with so little words and a repetitive melody, who's to say the song's finished after it's... Finished? Anyways, a relationship can always be salvaged," Brittany turns around and shocks Santana with her strong glare.
Now she feels little remorseful and opens her mouth with intent to apologise, but something else catches her eye and seeing it makes her chest constrict.
Brittany's fingers were unconsciously fidgeting, her thumb playing with the silver band on her fourth finger and it's a clear sign of a wedded woman.
Her chest hurt, her throat feels clogged and she just feels like puking again. Santana doesn't think it's even possible for her to feel this way about a stranger, but she's willing to bend and realise that maybe... Maybe she's falling for the blonde beauty with a drooling plus size cat, inimitable, dazzling blue eyes that dragged her out of the hospital like life's just a simple play of games where the goal was to be, happy. And apparently, that person's a married woman too.
She shifts her gaze when she realises that she's been staring at the sparkling diamond for longer than any normal person would.
It's probably for the better.
She's not going to live long anyways and it's not like Brittany's falling for her too... Though she'd like to think the events that transpired between the both of them earlier would be evidence otherwise.
The relationship would just be painful and burdensome, more so for her partner then her, because she would be the one to leave first while the other grieves and pines for her until they get to leave too.
It reminds her of why she had begun to stray away from relationships after she was initially diagnosed with the deadly illness; when she was given the verdict that death will come much earlier for her than every other human being.
"I have brain cancer..." She whispers, not noticing that she'd said it out loud until Brittany supplies a confused, "huh?"
Santana decides that she should grasp this chance to connect with someone since she's presented with it. She doesn't think there'll be many left for her to grasp.
After a sharp intake of breath, she proposes, "let's play truth or dare."
Brittany squeals with that childlike vigour she's always got and Santana could help but be infected with it, feeling her mood lift as well, even if it was just a little.
"Okay! My phone has a lie detector," she nudges her head towards the black device on the dashboard.
Santana hesitates, "you know the app's just a chronic liar on it's on right? It's some kind of big irony."
The only thing that causes her to reach for the phone was the pink protruding lip from the seat beside her. She sighs and runs her thumb across the lower section of the phone, only to be presented with a request for a pass code.
She looks to Brittany, about to inquire about the pass code but stills when she catches Brittany already looking at her... Waiting.
"Guess it," she urges, blue eyes sparkling with mischief.
Santana arches a brow, knowing an iPhone would offer a time count if one punches in the wrong pass code three times, and subsequently a longer one for more wrong guesses.
"Seriously?"
Brittany's confident when she nods her head, holds Santana's gaze and says,
"for serious."
"A'ight, don't come demanding for compensation when your phone gets locked at count down for years."
Brittany smirks her signature smirk and juts her chin towards her phone before looking back toward the road.
It's stupid, but she tries 1234 and of course it's incorrect.
"Did you just try 1234?" Brittany asks, mirth dripping off her words.
Santana rolls her eyes playfully and snorts. "It just sort of seems like the kind of thing YOU'D do."
Brittany's head snaps to her direction so quickly it catches her attention. Her face is void of expression when she deadpans, "did you just insinuate that I'm dumb?"
Santana's eyes widen at that, "no, NO, I wasn't eve-"
Brittany chuckles and scrunches her face up, "you did, but I forgive you."
"I didn't. Why would I?" it's softer, almost too soft for one to hear when she says, "you're the smartest person I've ever met."
She thinks Brittany hadn't heard it because she's back to trying out pass codes to unlock the woman's phone, but Brittany did.
"Ditto."
A very weird thing happens and she's able to guess the passcode, but first, Brittany receives a phone call from a person who's caller ID is,
"Dolphin?"
Santana asks, staring at the vibrating phone in her hand.
Brittany jumps at it, reaching over the centre console for her phone, and when her fingers gain around the device, Santana tightens her grasp and disallows Brittany from getting her phone back.
It was amusing at first, to have someone in your phone be called, Dolphin, but her eyes drift down to the picture flashing on the screen and her heart does a little somersault, except it loses it's footing and skips a beat.
The girl's a beautiful brunette with silky wavy hair and a very, very, very familiar pair of blue eyes. Dazzling, blue eyes.
"Don't be a douche Santana! Gimme my phone!" Brittany had stopped the car and was ready to start a full fledge war for her phone.
"Wait I..." She trails off, studying the girl's face. It struck her with such vivid familiarity that it hurts her head.
Is it because the girl looked distinctively like Brittany or is it because...
The phone slides out of her hands and with an angry grunt, Brittany tumbles out of the car and slams the door behind her.
It jolts Santana out of her reverie and she realises how out of line she had been.
"Ugh," she knocks her head with the heel of her palm, "Santana, you just don't know how to freaking quit don't you?"
She leans forward recklessly and her forehead hits the dashboard with a 'thud'.
But she barely registers the pain, because she knows.
She knows!
With that, she fumbles to unbuckle her seat belt, hop off the car and set off to find Brittany.
She finds the woman only moments later. Brittany had stopped them at some kind of a park with houses of similar fashion flanking it.
Brittany was sitting on a bench in front of a little pond fills with yellow quacking ducks and she had just got off the phone. Looking a little gloomy and appears to be deep in thought.
Santana decides that this would be a better time than any.
"Hey," she greets reluctantly, with her hands clasped together behind her bent back.
Brittany spares her one fleeting look that's lifeless and dull before looking back to her phone, that's lifeless and dull as well.
"That was rude Santana," she says softly and it makes Santana cringe because it was rude.
Santana bends her knees and holds onto the wooden bench beside Brittany's knees to steady herself.
"Brittany?," she ducks her head when the blonde refuses to look up, "Britt-Britt please look up?" She pleads, not knowing what else she could do.
It happens slowly, but surely, Brittany tilts her head up and looks Santana squarely in the eyes, waiting on what the woman wants to say.
The blue eyes she's seen so much of today were so, so blue and it reeks of a sense of betrayal. It's almost like a direct stab to her heart and her palms begin to get wet and clammy again.
"Look... I'm sorry okay?" Is all she can supply, because she really doesn't have an explanation for what she had done. The only reason she could think of was that the girl had looked so familiar, but that tags along with the other reason that it was simply because she was the splitting image of Brittany.
"For what?" Brittany's tone is strong and it's making Santana even more anxious.
"For withholding your phone from you. I shouldn't have... It's private stuff.."
Brittany sighs, looks down to her phone briefly before looking back up to Santana, "you know that's not the reason why I'm pissed at you right?"
But she doesn't.
"It's not?"
The blonde's expression becomes a little sad and so is her smile, which she finds a little oxymoronic. A sad smile?
"No," the woman shakes her head, "no it's not."
The wind's strong and Santana can hear it as it passes by and hit onto her ear drums like they're actual percussion instruments. She squats, no longer feeling her legs, looking at the blonde waiting for her to make a move.
The second time the wind hits them and Brittany's golden hair flies like fine lines of thread, orchestrated to dance a number that'll leave the audiences speechless, Santana makes a move she never knew she had the guts to make.
She straightens her knees and her elbows, moving her face dangerously close to Brittany's; nose barely inches apart. That catches Brittany's attention and the blonde finally looks back up at her.
She knows it was her who made the move to move closer, so she also knows that's it's her who got herself into this pool of mess.
The cobalt eyes are so much more mesmerising up close. It's like she could never get enough of them; it's like she could look at them over and over and over again and discover different things every time. This time, she discovers that the eyes weren't just blue, they had specks of white and green in them, tiny little specks that makes the ensemble of blue that much more beautiful.
She was so dazzled that even a soft, "what are you doing?" from Brittany only serves to fuel her urge to move just the few inches and press her lips against Brittany's. She's been wanting to for the whole day already.
Her eyes flicker down to the tempting pink lips and then back up, just in time to catch Brittany do the same to hers. In fact, Brittany licks her lips while doing so.
Santana smirks, "I really really, really, want to kiss you right now.."
Brittany's eyes roll to the back a little; almost imperceptibly, but Santana catches it before her gaze is strong against her own again.
"Then do it."
Santana's smirk falters.
"Do IT."
With that, Santana moves forward and crashes their lips together.
There's chapter 3! Chapter 4 will probably be the concluding chapter, so stay tuned!
also, forgive all my mistakes, it's late and i'm scared. I really just want to hide under my blanket.
i dont even know why i have the time then to type all these.
ENJOY HAVE A NICE DAY BYE.