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- Santana's POV –
A month has passed since Brittany and I made up in Chicago.
Fantastic is an understatement. I can't honestly put into words how great things are between us because it would just fail me to even describe how we are right now. Brittany and I are like teenagers trying to rediscover each other by re-learning everything about us without all the pressure.
We still haven't gone to the date we agreed to with how busy our schedules are so for now, we're just taking our time by enjoying each other's company. I sometimes visit her office just to say hi and she does the same with mine, even handing me a coffee every now and then. I fetch her from Grams' house and she catches a ride home with me as well. Quinn and Kitty can't hide their disdain for our subtle sweet gestures but whatever. It's Fabby's fault for choosing the middle office and if I know, they're all overjoyed about our newly restored relationship anyway.
It's Tuesday and also the day before Thanksgiving eve. The firm's inhabitants are dwindling by the hour with most of them leaving early to be with their loved ones. As per tradition, we're spending it with our friends in The Hamptons and make a weekend out of it. For some unknown reason, Grams is joining us while our folks – Pierces, Berrys, Lopezes, and Fabrays – will be spending it together like usual in the Caribbean. In other news, it's also Kitty's last day of internship. It's a bit depressing, actually. She'd been such a wonderful asset to us for the past few months she worked here that we had her extend her internship and triple her salary. But nah. She'll come back, for sure. I'm putting all my money on her working in Lopez Hayward after her graduation.
Work has been great so far. Emma thanked us perpetually for our work in the Foundation case and we're happy she was satisfied with what we accomplished. The only thing left in our hands right now is Elliot Gilbert's case that we'll hopefully be done with in a few hours when we meet June Dolloway and her lawyers.
"Knock, knock. Hot girl making her presence known!" Brittany's soft voice registers in my ears, making me look up from the documents I'm currently engaged with on my office table.
"Oh, finally! I've been trying to call the hotline for some time now. Something about the late delivery of an Always Stunning Brittany Pierce in my office." I tease back with a grin as she walks towards me, blush apparent on her cheeks.
"Always the charming one, Nicholas Sparks." She remarks and settles herself beside me, sitting on the edge of the table and leaning her hands behind her to support her weight. "Has anybody ever told you that if this lawyer gig doesn't pan out, you could have a career as a romance novelist with your way with words?"
"Oh, only every minute of the day!" I exclaim and relax against my seat as we chuckle. "So, what can I do for you, pretty lady?"
"Let's see…" Brittany pretends to think about it. "I need your advice."
I playfully raise an eyebrow at her. "I don't think you can afford me."
"Oh, I actually think I do. I counted the spare change in my coin purse awhile ago."
"And they call me the snobby elitist around here." I comment nonchalantly before chuckling. "So, what is it exactly that calls for my majestic awesomeness?"
"It's about this girl I want to take out on a date tonight." Brittany trails off with a mischievous glint in her eye. "I forgot her name though. Sonny? Seymour? Her last name rhymes with Saint-Tropez. Perhaps S-Club 7 is the name?"
"Wonderful band."
"Oh, definitely my childhood hero." She quickly interjects and we both laugh again. "Anyway, we've been busy for the past few weeks with work kicking our asses and never really had the time to discuss anything about said date and when we'll go out. I figured that since we'll be left here to finish the last batch of paperwork later while our friends get a head start of jet setting to kingdom come, we'd take advantage of the free time. I'm just wondering if she'll be okay with going out later after work, I guess."
I try to stop from grinning too much and just nod knowingly. "There's a 50-50 percent chance she'll agree, you know. It's only a 'Yes' or 'No'. Oh, wait. There's 'Maybe', so there's a 33.3 percentage?"
"Well then, it's a good thing that mathematics is my expertise. I could definitely manipulate my chances in that case especially if she hears what I have in mind."
"She's having a heart attack with the build-up alone, Britt." I chuckle and she gives me an amused look. "I'm sorry, My Liege. Please proceed." I add with a smirk.
"Okay. So, I'm thinking that maybe we shouldn't go somewhere fancy. Perhaps make the dinner ourselves so it would be intimate. We're both able cooks anyway-"
"That opinion's relative." I tease but she pays no mind and continue to speak.
"Some wine, I guess. And a Reese Witherspoon film to finish the night."
"The night ends with a Reese Witherspoon movie?" I raise an eyebrow. "Well, your 33.3 percent chance of her saying 'Yes' has now dissolved into nothingness."
"If you must know, I imagined the night by ending with my date screaming and whimpering in pleasure under me until the wee hours of the morning. Did I mention that the bed is optional for that matter?" She smirks triumphantly and I find myself swallowing the lump in my throat.
"U-Uhmm…"
"That's only the way I imagined it, of course. At least the Rated PG version of it." She winks and pushes herself away from the table. "So, what are my chances so far? Do you think she'd agree to go out with me tonight?"
I grin widely at her and shake my head lightly in amusement. "As long as this said dinner will happen at her apartment with you not bringing anything but yourself. Say, 7pm?"
Brittany smiles sweetly then nods. "Wonderful. Can't wait for it." She adds excitedly and proceeds to walk away from me.
"Oh, Britt?" I speak up. She stops in her tracks by the doorway and looks expectantly at me. "Some wine, perhaps?"
"Of course."
"Wonderful. Can't wait for it." I repeat her words with the biggest grin I could muster.
"Can anyone tell me what I'm doing here?" June Dolloway exclaims with a bored tone, talking to no one in particular.
Brittany, Quinn, Kitty, and I are all seated in the conference room across the old woman and her two male brunette lawyers in tow. It's supposed to be a deposition meeting but upon closer inspection and endless reviews of the case, we finally arrive on a distinct conclusion that would make us win the case.
"You're here to listen to what we have to say." I utter with confidence, flashing Brittany, on my left, and Quinn and Kitty, seated in that manner on my right, a mischievous look.
"And why would I want to do that?" June retorts in disdain.
"Because if you don't, you'll be paying Elliot Gilbert 8 billion dollars and you're going to jail for twenty years. The last part assuming that you'll live long enough." I add with a smirk.
"Excuse me?! What are you talking about? What is she talking about?!" The older woman angrily asks her two male lawyers who are scrambling in a panic.
"Alright. Let us explain from the top." Quinn smiles slyly. "You see, Elliot Gilbert was wrongfully terminated from his company, kicked off the board, lost a billion dollars in revenue for his ideas that were sold behind his back, and for the killer finish, his company went into a merger with yours without his knowledge or approval."
"And what does that have to do with our client?! The merger was done legally and Ms. Dolloway has no care or say about his company." Hipster Lawyer #1 chimes in with a look at us.
"Or that's what you thought." I snap back. "Seeing that June is now part of the Board of Starchild Incorporated and holds the biggest stake in the company, she's now a vital part of the case."
Quinn nods and continues with the thought. "We've already had a talk with the Board of his company and we set them straight about him being wrongfully terminated. According to the by-laws of Elliot's company, an executive of his caliber must be given at least two weeks of prior notice, something that didn't happen. Moreover, he can't be kicked off the board unless he was unanimously voted off by everyone in a meeting he is present at. Both instances also never happened because he only found out about being ousted after coming back from a work engagement and additionally, only 8 out of 12 the Board members voted him off."
Kitty stands up and motions to hand them several file binders. "Moreover, these are documents that prove his ideas were sold without his knowledge. He had them patented a few months ago and was only waiting for a go signal from the Board to proceed with merchandising."
Brittany continues the notion. "The Board not only betrayed Elliot by shopping for a company who'd buy the said ideas for triple the asking price but they also told him that the deal with Elliot's chosen NGO, his preferred partner in the endeavor to raise money for them, was already done for. In short, there was an outright case of bad faith on their part."
Brittany sighs and slides over a single file binder towards June Dolloway prior to speaking again. "Upon closer inspection, we found out that the person who purchased his ideas even with prior knowledge of said bad faith was you, Ms. Dolloway." She pauses and relaxes against her seat. "The merger was done in poor taste, complete bad faith. You wanted to get rid of competition and when the opportunity arose, you decided to just go for it and execute your plan of tearing the company from within."
"How dare you?! You-" June trails off in anger.
"No, how dare you?!" I scoff back. "My client is a respectable man, Miss Dolloway. And contrary to your belief, even if you've ousted him in every little position and power from his company, he is still the owner of Starchild Incorporated. That's why not only is he suing you back for everything you are worth but he's also cutting off the merger by assailing bad faith even if it takes a few months to do so. He'd rather watch his company, or the billion-dollar fashion line you've been so adamant on getting a hand on, go up in flames under his tenure rather than sit back and have you destroy his life's work."
"You can't possibly do that!" The older woman stands up with her stare locked on us.
"I can and it's already done this morning." I smirk, throwing a document in front of her. "Not only do you have useless lawyers yourself but turns out you also have the worst legal team in your company. I couldn't care less if you go to prison and you're left with a nickel, June. You will rot there until you die, if we do it my way." I scoff angrily.
Brittany flashes me a warning look then back on the older woman. "All we want to achieve here is an agreement, Miss Dolloway. No one's going to jail nor is anyone going to die. Maybe a less cruel punishment and lesser money to boot. We can settle this and find a middle ground without anyone having a heart attack." The blonde says softly, an idea that June visibly warms up to.
"No! No one is taking any deal or any settlement. This is finished! Better get a ticket out of the country now because I assure you that I will do everything in my power to make your life a living hell for every wrongdoing you've done against my client. I always keep my word. More so, when I'm motivated to destroy you." I chime in furiously with the older woman's face turning into a pale shade upon hearing my statement, fear washing all over.
"Look…" Quinn trails off, holding her hands up to motion for everyone to calm down. "Seeing that Starchild Incorporated's Board has been fired and replaced already and Elliot has been reinstated on the Board and as CEO of his company since this morning, I propose an alternative. Revoke the merger, denounce your involvement from his company by giving up all your shares to him, and settle with Elliot Gilbert for five billion dollars."
"Five billion dollars?! Are you serious?" June retorts with a shaky voice, letting me know that I'm indeed getting to her.
"As a heart attack, Miss Dolloway." Quinn nods warningly. "Miss Lopez here is dead serious about sending you to prison and suing you for everything your worth, something that I have full confidence that she can accomplish even before dinner tonight while Miss Pierce wants to go all soft on you. I assure you that you'll be here all month if you keep on listening as you wait for them to achieve a common ground. I'm not pulling your leg about that one."
June seemingly contemplates it for a moment, sharing a knowing look with her lawyers before sitting down yet again and sighing deeply. "I'm listening."
Quinn nods and relaxes against her seat, gesturing for Kitty to hand a certain document to the old woman. "I don't have any qualms about anything you've done, Miss Dolloway. We all know what happens if we go Santana's way and with Brittany wanting to settle with less than what seems apt, no one is going to let up and have the other's way." She pauses and leans forward. "June, my alternative proposal is the best option here. I don't want anyone to suffer but I won't let you go scot-free either because I believe in a fair judgment."
The older woman thinks about it for a moment, whispering with her lawyers presumably about the deal before they turn their attention back at us.
"We agree right here that there would be no criminal prosecution?" Hipster Lawyer #2 quips.
The three of us share a look, having a silent conversation about the matter of accepting such a deal. Ultimately, I shrug indifferently and Quinn nods then turns her attention back on June.
"Sure." Fabray utters with a slight smile.
June sighs deeply and nods, motioning for her lawyers to do so. "We'll take it." Hipster Lawyer #1 answers defeatedly.
Everyone noticeably relaxes upon hearing the statement. Kitty goes on to fetch the prepared papers for the agreement and have them sign everything.
"As stated on the document, we expect that you fulfill your obligations and part of the deal before 6pm today along with a media announcement stating your as of this moment and in the future, non-involvement in Mr. Gilbert's company." Kitty adds with a bored tone. June shakes her head in disbelief but no longer declares anything.
Shortly, we finish signing the last of the papers. We all stand up and bid them goodbye, watching them exit the conference room with utter disdain. The four of us stay silent for a moment until they disappear upon turning the corner towards the elevators.
"Is anyone wearing battle makeup? Because we are slaying!" Kitty declares with a smirk.
We slowly turn to look at her and break out into roaring laughter after.
"Good cop-bad cop worked really well, didn't it? I thought June was going to hug you with open arms, Britt!" I laugh, Brittany playfully rolls her eyes at me.
"I thought that you were a little too mean to her, San. She's old, she could have died a minute ago." Britt retorts with an amused look at me. "But yeah, it was kind of cool, I must admit."
"And great job on swooping in for the closing move there, Fabby. You have proven once again that you're one hell of a manipulative bitch." I exclaim with a grin.
"It's what we do and we've never been better since Britt got back." Quinn retorts with a chuckle. "I think you scared and antagonized June so much that she just had to get out of the shithole. I know Elliot only wanted three billion but maybe I should have asked for an even bigger number than what we got. What do you think, Kitty?"
"I believe she would have jumped out of a building even if you told her to. God, you three are wickedly evil!" Kitty exclaims, making us all laugh again. "It almost makes me not want to leave."
"Aww…" Brittany starts with a pout. "We'll miss you, Kitty. You've done a really great job these past few months and we can't thank you enough. Do you really have to leave?"
"Regrettably so. Law Review won't run itself without me and I need to graduate too. Harvard has become a little calm with me spending all my time harboring my inner bitch and training to be as evil as my lesbian bosses in this firm." Kitty sighs deeply. "Although I didn't mind getting rich with the little cut I've been getting from the three of you with all those settlements you've managed to close with me in tow."
"You deserved it and more with everything you've done for us and for tolerating our crazy, honey." Quinn chimes in with a dopey grin.
"Wait. You're here at least thrice a week even with classes back in Harvard and you're also running Law Review? Wow, look at you!" Brittany grins widely.
"I may not be a legend like the Unholy Trinity is but like I've been telling everyone, I'm a pretty big deal and it's legit. Damn, I'll miss running this place!" Kitty shrugs with a smug smile.
"I'm not going to miss you, Kitty. Not at all." I remark with a big grin while Kitty goes on for a surprise hug with Quinn and Britt joining in.
- Brittany's POV -
It's the night before Thanksgiving eve.
After finishing anything work-related back in the office, getting the sweetest phone call from Elliot Gilbert thanking us incessantly for a job well done with some heartfelt talk with Santana, and making sure that the firm won't burn down without us for the weekend, Santana and I briefly said goodbye to each other to prepare for our second first date.
As I wait for the elevator to reach Santana's apartment floor, I feel my heart beat a little faster with my grip on the bottle of wine in my hand tightening by the second. Palms are sweaty. Knees weak. Arms Heavy. Mom's Spaghetti. All that's missing is an oversized hoodie and a sick beat and I could very well rap my way into becoming Eminem himself out of sheer nervousness of going on a date with Santana.
Shortly, I find myself knocking on Santana's door. I hear a few clunking sounds and after a few seconds, the door opens to unveil Santana in a simple white sundress with a big grin on her face. Her eyes gazing me up and down, not-so-subtly leering at me in my blue sundress.
"Hey, come in." Her soft voice echoes as she opens the door widely. I nod and enter the apartment, handing her the red wine I brought while making myself feel comfortable and familiar with my surroundings. A delicious aroma envelops the place along with some soft Motown music playing in the background on vinyl.
"Okay. So, I know that we didn't agree on what to cook exactly and I told you I got it while all you had to do is bring yourself here. But I remembered that you said something about craving for seafood pasta so I bought a bunch of crustaceans which I'm pretty sure would one way or another belt out Under the Sea in chorus any minute now." Santana nervously rambles while motioning to the lobster and crabs settled on the chopping board by the kitchen counter.
I chuckle at her cuteness and go on to walk towards her spot in front of Sebastian the crab and friends. "That's very sweet of you, San."
"Nah, it's n-nothing, Britt. Unless you want something else then maybe we could run to the nearest grocery and buy stuff. Totally your choice."
I just smile widely at her for a second, taking in her presence as I grab her by the waist to pull her closer towards me. She stiffens at first but gradually relaxes against my touch, placing her arms around my neck while she's at it. I lean forward and kiss her as deeply as I can, something she eagerly returns as well. "Nah. I'm good." I whisper upon pulling apart, earning me my favorite smile of hers as we proceed to start cooking.
We move harmoniously in the kitchen like we've been doing this for the past decade. Mostly engaging in small talk about anything and everything under the sun while teasing each other every now and then with a kiss or a hug from behind. It shouldn't shock me at all but I guess I'm still surprised with how well we go together judging by the littlest of things that make it seem that we're meant to be with each other.
Momentarily, we finish preparing dinner and setting up the table for our second 'first date'. We settle in quietly by the table while Norah Jones's faint voice serenades us in the background and start diving into the food with gusto.
"Oh, this is good!" I exclaim with a grin, taking a mouthful of pasta in my mouth.
"How unbiased of you." Santana remarks while silently nodding in agreement. "But you're right. This is really good."
"Okay. Before I say anything worse, I'll just let this out." I bite my lip shyly. "So, I'm going to be honest now and say that I don't know what I'll say or do because I'm so nervous and I don't even know why!" I add anxiously.
She chuckles and only smiles sweetly at me. "I think that's a consistent thing with you, Britt."
"What do you mean, San?"
"Do you remember during our first date back then? The first thing you asked me was if I liked bread."
"Okay, okay! I may not be as smooth as you are but I'm pretty sure I've upgraded a little in that department. I can still make you blush, you know. Maybe even more so now."
"No, you don't."
"Yes, I do, San." I laugh heartily while she playfully rolls her eyes at me.
"Have I told you that you look really stunning in that dress?" Santana voices out with a genuine smile and trains her eyes on me for a few seconds.
"Back at you." I answer suggestively. "I thought of wearing jeans but I decided against it. I'm all for easy access." I add, making her laugh out loud.
"Who are you and what have you done to the demure Brittany Pierce that I know?"
"She's underneath all this." I motion to myself with a circling motion.
"You mean, the dress that I'll be taking off in a little while?"
"If you get it right." I mutter with a wink. We finish the rest of our food and once again, a random thought comes up in my mind. My face must have been showing it because as I look up, Santana squints her eyes at me with a curious look.
"Okay, what is it? Spill it out, Britt."
I jolt a little in surprise as I glance at her. I sigh deeply and just decide to let it out. "H-Has George ever been here before?"
"I thought we agreed not to bring her up again?"
"I-I know. I'm just curious." I whisper with a pout.
She nods and shrugs at my statement. "Twice." She answers. "And if you must know, no, she's never stayed the night nor have we done anything here. If I can remember correctly, both times she'd been here were the instances I forgot or picked up something. We always stayed at her place. She'd never even stayed here for more than two minutes."
"Oh." I feel my face lightening up in an instant. "Why though?"
She grins and refills my wine as she answers. "Because this is our home. In a way, I guess I didn't want it to be tainted by anything or at least the memory of us for that matter."
I nod knowingly and try hard to hide a smile. "So, the last time this place has seen some action was that night we broke up? Or there was someone else before George who christened the place?"
"Nope. No one at all. This apartment has practically become a virgin again with the length it's gone without any action."
I feel myself instantly stiffen at her words, visibly getting uncomfortable like I just saw a ghost in front of me. It's not that I'm nervous about it, it's just that I haven't talked to anyone about the topic.
"What? What is it? Did say something wrong? Oh no." She worriedly utters.
"No! I-It's nothing! I-It's just that-" I pause and bite my lip while I'm at it. "It's been a while." I add in a whisper as if admitting it would lead to me getting imprisoned.
She stares at me curiously, a big question mark plastered on her face. "What do you mean it's been a while?"
"I-I haven't had sex for a while, San."
"Wait. How long exactly?"
"A long while." I emphasize with a knowing look at her.
"No." She elongates the word upon getting it while looking at me disbelievingly. "Like a year? Or more? Wait, so the last time you've had sex was with me?!"
"No, no!" I hold my hands up in defense. "It's been almost a year." I whisper, embarrassment washing upon me. "I slept with two other women during that time we were apart but I was mostly drunk and I don't even remember what happened or their faces. Don't even get me started on my failure in the dating scene."
She chuckles amusedly. I know she doesn't mean to but maybe she finds it cute that I didn't really get around that much. "I see. So, you're basically a nun now?"
"Shut up, San."
"Hey, just so you know and contrary to everyone's assumptions, I didn't sleep around after we broke up. And like you, it took much courage and alcohol just to get through those few times."
"So, it's truth hour then." I jest and reach her hand for a squeeze. "Well, if you must know as well, all I've been thinking about for the past hour is how to get you out of that dress and into the bed."
"Of course. I'm sure you've been imagining everyone as naked since you moved back here."
"I'm serious, San." I raise an eyebrow suggestively. "There's so much I want to do to you, I don't even know where to start."
Santana heavily gulps at my words. I don't give her the chance to say anything else because like reflex, I pull her towards me and kiss her as deeply as I can which she so eagerly returns. I let my hands wander around her body. Making the most of every sensation, suddenly being aware of every touch she has on my body, and relishing in the familiar feeling of holding her like this again.
In the background, I hear her vinyl player go static upon ending with the last song. I take this as my cue and lead her towards the bedroom, never breaking the kiss or my hold on her waist. As we try not to stumble and fall, I gently tug on her dress while further deepening the kiss. We pull apart for a moment when I turn her around and hastily unzip the clothing with the sight of her bare skin almost sending me for a loop. I pull down her dress as slowly as I can while trailing kisses on her spine. Then off.
The heated moment doesn't cease or falter as I let her undress me in the same passion. I'm reeling as I aggressively unhook her bra which makes my breath hitch in an unbelievable way when my eyes rests on her breasts.
"Oh my God." I whisper breathlessly, unable to think with the incredible arousal I'm being subjected to. I push her down the bed and attack her with countless kisses again. I let my tongue do magic inside her mouth, her neck, her breasts, and all over her body which elicits distinct sounds that pleases my ears and makes me know I'm on the right track.
We stay like this for a while, just enjoying the way our hold in each other sends both our senses into overdrive and beyond. I relish in the feeling of our now completely naked bodies under the covers. It amazes me how our bodies still fit perfectly with each other as if nothing changed and no time passed by. I bask in the pleasure, the love, and warm feeling of having us do wonderful things to each other's body. It doesn't fail to astonish me how easy it is for me to make her feel loved and wanted as I go on to use my tongue and fingers, in and on her, in every way imaginable, in any way she wants.
I revel in the pleasure of how effortlessly her fingers move inside me, on me, and just the whole act of making love while never faltering to make me feel wanted, loved, and important. Never mind how long we've been apart or what we had to go through just to reach the apex of our love story. Because this, being with her and just delighting in the way the act of making love satisfies our very soul is the reason why it is worth it. Why it is and always will be worth it all with Santana.
It's the morning of Thanksgiving Eve.
Instead of my usual routine of acting dead for the first half hour upon waking up since I got back to New York, a welcome change today comes in the form of staring at a still heavily sleeping and naked Santana Lopez under the covers beside me.
If anyone asked me half a year ago if I ever thought this would happen again, I would have said 'No' and squint my eyes so hard at them then pretend they're dead for the next hour or so. To say that this is something I'd been hoping for is an understatement. This, spending the night with her and technically semi-dating again, is what I've been wishing to happen for the last two years. Now if I could only find a way to make it official with her again.
Briefly, Santana stirs awake from her slumber. I smile to myself as I watch her open her eyes. She immediately grins lazily at the sight of me and remains motionless for a moment while we stare at each other like lovestruck teenagers.
"I wish everyone would wake up to a beautiful sight like this everyday. It's so unfair." She whispers in a hoarse voice. I feel the blush creep on my face, making me giggle in the process.
"Slow down, Fabio. It's not even noon." I tease, tucking a stray hair away from her beautiful face.
"Which means there's plenty of time to make the morning even better then." She utters suggestively. "How was sleep, Britt?"
"Elusive since you kept on waking me up every time I started to drift off."
"Excuse me. I think you started that and I just copied it."
"Because you have no originality." I counter with a smirk.
"You know for someone who'd been practically celibate and unable to experience the touch of a woman for the past century until last night, you have a lot of complaints."
"Who says I'm complaining? And wait, how dare you?" I playfully hit her with a pillow.
"But seriously, you didn't seem to be complaining much last night and this morning." Santana grins. "Actually, we didn't say much, did we?"
"I think it's your lack of experience on the matter but actually, when people have sex and are subjected to such pleasure, words are usually evasive and communication is relative."
"I think I'm starting to regret sleeping with the dork that is you, woman."
"'Woman'? I am a lady of honorable grace and decent stature."
"Sweetheart, none of what we did was honorable or decent in the very least." Santana quips and we both laugh wholeheartedly.
She leans forward and gives me a quick kiss on the lips before resting her head on my chest. "Can we stay in bed like this for the next few weeks? I don't want to get up ever."
"I wish, San. But we'll need to go soon if we still want to make it to Thanksgiving dinner."
"Do we want that?"
"No. But we need to."
"No!" Santana cries out in protest and presses her body even further against mine, flinging an arm over my bare waist. "Let's just spend Thanksgiving and the whole weekend here."
"We can't do that. We promised them." I chuckle in amusement. "Unless we have a valid reason, of course."
"I have one: Because we just started having sex again."
"That is a valid reason, isn't it?"
"Britt, that is the only reason that matters." She laughs lightly. "So? Can we stay here?"
I sigh deeply and shake my head. "I'm afraid we can't, San. Although I can give you an alternative of me promising to take you wherever you want next weekend for a getaway. Just the two of us."
"That sounds serious, Britt. I don't think I'm ready for that kind of commitment."
"Oh, sweetheart. We haven't even gotten to the part where we finalize the names of our future eight children and their children's children." I tease and earn a playful slap on the arm. "But seriously, we need to go soon. They've called me at least twice for the past half hour to ask what time we'll leave."
"Ugh. I hate them sometimes. If I didn't invest emotions and feelings in them for the past years then I'd totally jilt everyone." Santana playfully rolls her eyes. "Wait. So, if they called you then that means they know that we're…" She trails off with a look at me.
"Oh, no!" I interject immediately. "Are you kidding me? They'll have a field day and won't talk about anything else for the remainder of the day. I left that part out for now. Maybe we could break it to them tonight, I guess."
Santana nods in agreement. "They'd be ecstatic though."
"Yeah. For sure." I grin widely at the thought of her statement. "Anyway, we need to get up now. I'll prepare breakfast while you go take a shower."
"Can't we take it together?" She smirks and runs her fingers lightly around my body.
"Tempting but we'll take ages if that happens, San."
"And multiple orgasms too."
"Exactly." I counter with a chuckle, stopping her hands from going any further down my stomach. "Tell you what, how about we share a room together later and continue this?"
"I like the way you think, Pierce." She grins, pulling me in for a deep kiss this time. "Okay. I propose an alternative plan for the next half hour. How about you get in the shower and I prepare a simple breakfast? None of those Gordon Ramsay stuff you've been pulling lately."
I chuckle at her words and motion to get up from the bed in all my naked glory. "Yes to the shower and you making breakfast. Although if you must know, that's barely Gordon Ramsay-ish. It's just simple stuff."
"Simple?" She stares at me in disbelief. "Four years ago you can hardly boil pasta without turning it into a weapon of mass destruction."
"Okay. That's too much. They were just overcooked then!"
"Britt, you boiled them so damn long that by the time you fished them out from the water they were back to their pre-made state!"
"I didn't know it was supposed to be only in the water for seven minutes and not an hour, asswipe." I reason out but earn a loud laugh from Santana instead. "Now, unlike you, I'm actually really excited to see our friends later. It's my first Thanksgiving with everyone again after a long time."
"Fine, fine. I'll go make breakfast then." Santana utters, leaving the bed and putting on an oversized shirt.
"I'm going to take a shower." I say and stop by the doorway of the bathroom with a big smile on my face as I think of the planned weekend ahead of us. "Aren't you so excited? I'm practically bouncing, San!"
"About you taking a shower? Of course. Anything that involves you getting naked or wet. Or naked and wet. And sure, I'm looking forward to the other less interesting thing too."
I shake my head incredulously. "You're unbelievable, Lopez."
"I know, Pierce." Santana smirks. "You told me that at least thrice last night." She adds with a wink before disappearing out of the bedroom.
We arrive at The Hamptons a little before 6 in the evening.
We're the last ones to arrive at Quinn's where as they put it, 'the magic happens'. No one suspected anything nor have they asked which is a little surprising. All of our friends are here and if I heard correctly, Grams went out to gather new gossip and will be back in a little while. Everything's almost ready for dinner. Mike and Kurt volunteered to cook most of the stuff and told us to just kick back for the time being, probably making sure that Rachel won't let us eat just grass and nuts again. So, here we are, all seated in the living room of the Fabray Manor while sharing stories and laughing over wine and cheese.
"So, there I was, making my argument in front of the judge when one of the Powerpuff Boys makes this suggestive face at me and I just lose it! Instead of taking it slow with my points, I just went for it and crushed everything they said. I swear, I saw them turn a little white after that." Quinn relays her story while everyone listens.
"Who wouldn't? You once scared off an intern so much that he quit after you calmly and nicely told him your coffee wasn't warm enough. What more with shouting?" Santana, who's sitting on the couch across from me beside Mercedes, utters with a bored tone.
"Hot damn, Q." Mercedes laughs heartily. "It's a shame Kitty the intern is leaving though. I liked that kid. She's feisty. Balls of steel to stand up to you and Santana."
"True that." Quinn follows while raising her glass in agreement.
"Meh." Santana shrugs. "Somebody's got to kill that kid soon or The Antichrist will rule the world. I'm serious."
"That's mean, San." I chime in and flash her a warning look. The others curiously gaze back and forth at us, not so subtly sharing a silent conversation but ultimately lets the slip-up go.
"Anyway, any other groundbreaking news of utmost importance?" Santana voices out after clearing her throat.
"Mike and I are thinking of finally starting a family." Tina chimes in with a grin.
"Ooh! How many children are you guys thinking of having?" Rachel quips excitedly.
"Okay. I'm tuning out." Santana interjects with a deep sigh, earning a slap on the arm from Mercedes.
"We don't know yet. We're just thinking about it." Tina utters. "I guess, we're finally at that stage in our respective careers that everything's stable now."
I know I'm supposed to be listening but when my eyes meet Santana's and I notice her checking me out while biting her lip, I start to space out for specific reasons that involve thoughts that are neither honorable and decent yet again.
"Britt!" Mercedes yells out for me. I absent-mindedly look at her while everyone else is curiously staring at me.
"W-What? Were you talking to me?"
"We all are, hun." Tina chimes in with a chuckle. "Cedes was asking if you'll come and watch her show next month in Manhattan."
"Y-Yeah. Of course, sure." I voice out, clearing my throat after.
"Great!" Cedes exclaims. "It's going to be amazing!"
"Aren't you excited that we'll all see each other again soon, Santana?" Rachel utters with a big grin.
"Why yes, just try and stop me." Santana exclaims in a monotonous tone, earning a chuckle from the group.
"So, what's next for you three? Any future plans?" Tina adds, addressing us.
"Porn for me, I guess." Santana declares instantly with a shrug.
Before anyone else gets to answer, Kurt and Mike appear from the kitchen and join us in the living room.
"Dinner's almost ready, guys." Mike chimes in. "So, what's up? What are we talking about?"
"Did someone say porn or was that just in my head?" Kurt looks curiously at us while we all nod in unison.
"What? Porn was just in your head? Kurt, I think you have a condition." Santana quips with a smirk.
"Did I hear someone say 'porn'?" Grams unmistakable voice resonates in the entire living room. We turn our heads and see her coming from the threshold leading to the front door.
"That she hears?" Mike exclaims with an inquisitive look.
"Depends on the topic, stud." Grams replies nonchalantly.
"Did you just address my husband as 'stud'?" Tina interjects quickly with a chuckle but gets brushed off by the older woman.
"So, what is this about nudity and sex? I must know, children. This is why I decided to spend Thanksgiving with you lot instead of my people." Grams utters matter of factly.
"Santana's planning for a breakthrough in the porn industry." Quinn motions nonchalantly to the brunette in question.
"I don't think Santana has plans to do porn." Rachel frowns.
"Sweetie, I don't think anyone would have plans to do porn." Grams chimes in, everyone breaking out into laughter.
"My, look at how cultured we are." Kurt chimes in while trying to catch his breath.
"Domesticated seems more fit." Mercedes quips, earning a glass raise from everyone.
"Alright. Let's talk about me." Grams declares, gesturing to herself and capturing all our attention. "So, I had a little tea session with a few people and I learned a few new juicy bits." She trails off with a raised eyebrow and wandering eyes. "Oh, I didn't notice that Britty and Selena's here. Wonderful. Anyway…" She continues her thoughts just as everyone holds on to her every word.
I space out yet again due to the lack of sleep and fatigue of the long night before. I take a sip from my drink and look up just in time to see Santana staring at me suggestively yet again. I hold off her stare and bite my lower lip while running my eyes all over her body. That is until, Grams catches our attention by literally leaning forward and positioning herself in the space between us.
"Wait…" The older woman trails off with her eyes heavily squinting back and forth at Santana and I. My eyes widen and both eyebrows are raised, an expression mirrored by Santana. Not satisfied with just looking at us, Grams goes the extra mile by holding me by the chin and quickly tilting it side to side as if to inspect something.
"My word. You did it, didn't you?!" Grams exclaims loud enough for the neighbors to hear.
It must have been our shocked faces upon hearing her words, the tomato face I'm sporting, or Santana looking extremely guilty. But after a few uncomfortable seconds, our friends literally cheer and a few of them jump for joy at the sudden revelation. Santana and I are speechless for a moment while trying to gauge what's happening in front of us.
"Good lord! They're defiling each other again!" Grams shouts some more before pulling Santana and I in an embrace which our friends soon join in.
- Santana's POV -
"Thanksgiving was… interesting." Brittany trails off with an amused grin at me.
The last few days went by fast and it is almost Sunday yet again. We had the best possible weekend by getting drunk, laughing, talking, and just anything under the sun. Grams surprisingly fit in naturally, giving life tips to everyone like she's Dr. Phil and Oprah meshed in one person together.
Upon learning that Brittany and I technically seeing each other again, it didn't take them half an hour to tell our parents about it. Brittany and I found it amusing though and just let them be with all their quirks since they were all really genuinely happy about the news. It's been smooth-sailing since and they didn't bother us much or pressed for details after that.
"Yeah. It's an interesting weekend so far. Weird but interesting." I chime in, intertwining my hands with her.
We're sitting together along the beach - Brittany's behind me with her legs sprawled over to make room for me – and half-watching our friends play volleyball with Grams as the referee while the other half of our attention is at the sunset in front of us. A beautiful sight but not as stunning as Brittany, if you ask me.
"And it's back at work again on Monday."
I tilt my head to side and look at Brittany curiously. "Is it? Are you still quitting?"
She seems to think about it for a moment before shaking her head. "No. I think I'm right where I should be."
"Really?" I face her completely with the biggest grin on my face.
"Yeah. You were pretty convincing anyway. Besides, someone's got to keep you and Quinn from killing each other."
"That's hardly necessary, Britt. Knowing how Quinn is, I won't be surprised to find out she'd been murdered."
Brittany chuckles and places a light kiss on my lips before speaking. "I know but you can't deny that the three of us make a kick-ass team."
"That's true." I smile genuinely then lean forward to kiss her as deeply as I can. "I'm really glad you're not going away."
"Me too." Brittany whispers. We stay like this for a minute or two, just taking in the other's presence and enjoying the closeness between us that we've sorely missed. Timing's been kind of a bitch in the past for us. But seeing the present situation and how far we've come, I'm actually thankful in a way it happened.
"There's something I need to ask you before anything else though." Brittany's soft voice echoes in my ears and effectively catches my attention. I gaze at her quizzically. Judging by the tone in her voice, it's either something serious or bad. Or both.
She doesn't let me speak anymore by hastily fetching something in her pocket. It takes me a few seconds to recognize it but upon holding it up and opening the little box, my senses immediately go into overdrive.
"W-Wha- A-Are you- I-Is that my ring?!" I exclaim a little too loud, out of shock.
Brittany's eyes widen. "Y-Yes. I haven't asked you anything yet-"
"How did you get that?! Where did you get that?!" I ramble on nervously. I'm not necessarily mad. I'm just… shocked, for lack of a better word.
"I got it from the apartment while you were making breakfast the other day." She answers softly.
"W-Wait, Britt. You stole my ring just so you could re-propose to me?! Is that what this is? What is happening?! Oh my god! I've heard of a bunch of princess proposals and the works but this is crazy town!" I ramble with a look of disbelief and amusement.
She seems to digest my words before hesitantly nodding. "W-Well, I guess you can say that but-"
"You're re-proposing to me! Holy shit!" I declare in surprise. "Is this for rea-"
"Santana, please shut up." Brittany utters with a sweet tone while looking at me expectantly and holding up a finger to my mouth. "Just listen to me for a minute, will you?" She adds and I nod slightly, still a little too frozen to react.
Brittany sighs deeply before speaking. "I know that this is probably surprising since we've only gotten into the groove of dating again but I want you to know that I'm very serious about this. I don't want to wait for another two or three years to prove to you that you and I are meant to be together because we both know that we just am." She pauses and smiles.
"I want to marry you already and start our happily ever after, San. No more just dating. No more waiting. I have a specific date in mind for a wedding date, if that helps. No more going away. If you do go away, I will follow you wherever you go and you'll never be able to get rid of me. I love you to Pluto and back, Santana. So, please just stop me from embarrassing myself any further by telling me you'll marry me." She rambles on nervously.
I chuckle heartily as I feel my eyes starting to get glassy. I never thought to this day that this would happen again, that she'd propose again. Recreating what Brittany and I have and stepping it up a bit more is the stuff of dreams. I nod frantically and flash her the biggest grin I could produce. "I love you so much, Britt. There's no turning back now. So, it's a 'yes'. 'Yes' a million times!" I answer excitedly. She mirrors my expression and motions to put the ring on me yet again.
"Good. Because I was going to keep this ring if you said no, San."
"Just shut up and kiss me, Pierce." I exclaim happily and pull her towards for a long, tender kiss. This time though, there's no letting go.
A/N: 6 months time jump. New characters, drama, and just the most evil antagonists yet. Wedding soon. The best and worst is yet to come. "Phase Two" starting next chapter.
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