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Chapter 19
Santana woke up with the feeling of someone staring at her. Well, she was definitely right because when dark brown eyes opened, she was met with a pair of compelling blue ones staring intently at her and waiting for her to finally wake up.
"Hmm... what?" she asked the blonde, her naturally raspy voice was raspier because of sleep. Tan hands held pale ones that were softly tracing smooth patterns on her bare shoulder and placed it on her cheek.
"San..." Brittany softly said.
The brunette only hummed in response, letting the other woman know that she was awake and listening.
"I love you... Please marry me?" Brittany said in more of like a question. She was starting to feel nervous when Santana didn't make a sound, not knowing that the brunette was trying to grasp what she just said because she was still in her sleepy daze, but upon hearing what the blonde said, she was now fully awake and aware of the conversation they were having. She was too surprised to give the other woman her answer.
"Santana, we've been apart for so long. We've both suffered for so long and I don't want to wait any longer, now that you're here. You are my everything, San. I love you so much. You are my queen and I want to give my queen what she deserves. And you, Santana... you deserve everything good that exists in this world. Please say you'll marry me."
Santana's heart swelled upon hearing this and she could feel her eyes starting to tear up. "Yes. yes. yes!"
"Oh, baby..." pink thin lips met red plump ones in a passionate kiss, then the blonde inserted the ring in a tan slender ring finger, to which the brunette didn't even notice earlier since she was so hypnotized by those crystal blue eyes.
When Santana moved to hug her soon-to-be-wife, - oh, wife... I can't wait to have her as my wife - she can't help herself but gasp and cover her mouth when she saw what she did to the other woman last night. Purplish red bruises were placed all over the tall woman's pale skin.
When she looked up, she saw a teasing smirk placed on her lover's gorgeous face.
"Stop that!" She groaned and she could feel her tan cheeks starting to get hot and red. So she buried her face on the blonde's chest. She doesn't need to ask the other woman about those marks and who did those to her.
"Stop what?" Brittany teased even more, making the Latina blush into a deeper red color.
"Ugh! That smirk... you're teasing me," the Latina said with a pout when she pulled back slightly from burying her face on the blonde's chest. She couldn't help but blame and curse Rachel in her mind. That woman told her a lot of things, including this... to which her stupid self actually listened to everything her best friend said. She wasn't even thinking that she will do it last night without noticing because well, she wasn't really thinking. If she was, she was definitely not thinking straight. Damn, Rachel. This is your fault!
Chuckling, Brittany wrapped her arms around the Latina, pulling her into a tight hug. "Awwwe, baby. Don't pout," she said and kissed the woman's temple. "Anyway, you know that they don't really hurt. You, how do you feel? Are you still sore?"
The brunette thought for a while before answering. "Yeah, just a bit though."
Then again, Brittany cupped tan cheeks and let her thumb run over the other woman's smooth skin softly. "You just don't know how much you made me happy, San. You really took care of yourself and I'm glad you gave yourself to me... after all those years of being apart. That was the best gift I could ever ask for. Well, next to your love, that is. We'll build a happy family together, hmm?" the blonde said softly.
The brunette just nodded her head. She didn't really trust her voice right now because she knows that with the lump in her throat right now, if she tries to open her mouth and speak, she would definitely start crying and and be a bubbling mess.
"And speaking of gifts... have you, by any chance, looked at the room at the end of the hallway upstairs?"
Confused brown eyes stared at the blonde as Santana shook her head, telling the other other woman that she didn't.
"Thought so... so yeah. Uhm, I must warn you San..." the blonde trailed off, keeping a serious expression on her face, although she was trying so hard not to grin because of what she was about to reveal to the brunette.
"Why? What is it, Britt?" The Latina was starting to get nervous and pretty anxious. She doesn't have any clue what is in that room and Brittany was being her mysterious self again right now. She could feel her heart starting to pump hard and loud against her chest.
Seeing the nervousness of Santana, Brittany explained, "Well, uhm... in that room, you sort have a lot of gift, presents and all that sorts to open, San. Birthday gifts, Christmas, anniversaries, month anniversaries, New Year, Valentine's, and whatever holiday there is that's on the calendar and I could possibly think of. These past years, I really felt like buying those gifts for you, not that I'm obliged to but I just really want to, especially on those times that I'm missing you... which is like, always." After revealing that, the architect just gave the other woman a shy smile.
"E-even our anniversaries?" To say that the Latina was surprised is an understatement. She can't believe what she just heard.
"Yeah. I hope it's not too much. I just can't help it, baby. Like, I even bought you gifts during the 4th of July, Thanksgiving and all that," the architect joked, chuckling at her own self. But she was definitely telling the truth, Santana just knows it. Though, knowing and feeling that the blonde was telling the truth and all that revelation, she can't help but feel so overwhelmed and started to tear up at this, so she head to tilt her head to hide it from the other woman but she couldn't really hold back her sniffling. She felt a whirlpool of emotions coursing through her. She felt so happy and at the same time guilty. My Britt-Britt never forgot about me...
"San..." the blonde cooed. Pale hands cupped tan cheeks, slowly turning it to face her, and softly wiped the falling tears away. "Please don't cry. You know that I don't want to see people cry and neither be the cause of it. Most especially, I don't want to see or make you cry, San. Well, unless those are happy tears. But still, your eyes always become so red and puffy from all the crying. It hurts me to see you cry. I might think that I don't make you happy or well, you're not happy with me that's why you're crying."
As the Latina's eyes slowly looked up, she was met by the pout on those thin pink lips that would always make her knees go weak. Though as smokey brown eyes, that are starting to get red and puffy, met the worried gaze of those crystal blue eyes, apart from the concern that she could see, that gaze from those sparkling eyes was also filled with so much love and adoration, a glimpse of a silent promise of their future. She feels like her heart will burst any moment with all of the emotion and feelings she's experiencing right now. But most of all, her heart will burst with full of love coming from her blonde and full of love that she feels towards the woman.
"Oh, Britt-Britt..." Tan hands held the pale hands that was still cupping her cheek, she brought it to her plump lips, planting a soft kiss on the back of the woman's hand before lowering their hands and lacing their fingers together, mocha skin mixing with vanilla ones. "I love you. I love you. I love you... and I will always love you," she softly said while looking intently at the blonde's eyes.
"I love you more, San. Uh, no, scratch that. On the second thought, I definitely love you the most," the architect said with a sweet loving smile on her face. "Uhm, but San, do you want to eat? I'm sort of hungry and I cooked a lite breakfast for us both when you were asleep. I want you to go back to eating breakfast, with the proper food and not just a cup of coffee. Apart from breakfast being the most important meal of the day and breakfast food as my favorite, and I know you know that, San... I just want us to eat breakfast together."
Santana was about to respond, but she heard her phone ringing, indicating that she has an incoming call. Upon hearing the set ring tone, she knows that Rachel was her caller.
Aaahh... You always have a good timing, Berry...
Brittany moved and stood up from the bed to search and grab her phone. The Latina didn't remove her stare from the blonde's face. She wants to see what the other woman's reaction would be when she sees the caller's name on the caller ID. And she wasn't disappointed because she saw how the woman's brows slowly furrowed when she looked at the screen of her phone. She was controlling herself no to grin when Brittany handed her her phone while the woman's face was slightly scrunched up. The moment she got her phone, she answered her best friend's call.
"Hey, Rach!" she greeted her best friend who was at the other end of the line.
"Oh, Santana Lopez... good to hear from you, my dear best friend. How come you haven't called me? What's been happening to you there, huh? I told you to call me regularly. Don't tel me you're starting to forget about me, because if you are, I will definitely book the soonest flight I could get to knock some senses into your brain and well, give you memory enhancing pills. You're not that old to be that forgetful, 'Tana. And oh, of course I'll bring Quinn with me if ever I'll be flying out there,"as usual, Rachel Berry rambled the moment she heard her best friend answering her call.
"One word, my dear. BREATHE," Santana said, rolling her eyes while chuckling at her best friend. Typical Rachel Berry, indeed. "Anyways, I really do promise to call you back as soon as I could, okay?"
"What?! 'Tana, I miss you. I miss talking to you because well, you just decided not to call me for like, days. I know I have Quinn, and she's my perfect woman, the love of my life and basically my everything... but I also miss my best friend," Rachel said with a sigh.
The brunette actually feels bad because she has to cut their conversation short. "Awwwe... that's so sweet. I know, I know. I really am sorry though. And really, Rach, I'll call you back pretty soon. Just not now... we'll talk later. I miss you too, you know. I love you! Bye-bye."
She heard Rachel sigh before hearing her say "Okay, okay. But you better hold onto your word and call me soon, Santana Marie Lopez. By the way, Quinn says 'hi'. Anyways, I'll let you go. FOR NOW. I love you, too. Take care. Bye!" With that, the line went dead.
She couldn't help herself but sigh. She really does miss Rachel "sometimes annoying hobbit but I love her" Berry and she also misses Quinn "Q-bitch but I also love her because she's my best friend's girlfriend and also my best friend" Fabray.
With a smile, she put her phone down and subtly glanced at her blonde. She almost let out a laugh when she took a glimpse of what the other woman was doing while she was on the phone. Brittany was looking down, pacing back-and-forth in front of the bed, her hands were rested on her hips, her brows were now deeply furrowed, and her expression was a bit dark. When the blonde turned to look at her, realizing that she already stopped talking on the phone, she stopped pacing and faced the brunette directly. She looked like she was about to say or ask something with the way her pink lips slightly moved to open and close a couple of times.
"Okay," the blonde said, settling on that one simple word. She walked towards the bed and sat beside Santana on the bed, feeling exasperated.
"Okay what?" the brunette asked in return, rasing an eyebrow at the other woman, amused by her reaction. "Are you...?" she purposely trailed off, just teasing the blonde a little bit.
"What?"
"Awwe. Is my Britt-Britt jealous?" the brunette teased.
"Me? Jealous? Psh!" the blonde denied with a fake laugh at the end.
"Why, Britt, aren't you?"
"Nuh-uh. Why would I be jealous? Of course I'm not!" the other woman quickly answer, and maybe too quick for her own liking because jealousy was clearly written all over the her pretty face.
Yup, my blonde's definitely jealous. Santana thought to herself and she smiled at that. But she decided to press on, wanting to hear it from the woman's mouth herself. So she asked again, masking her expression and voice with mock seriousness.
"Brittany, are you jealous or not?"
The blonde finally gave up. Throwing up her hands, she said, "Yes! Of course, yes, I am! You even told whoever that Rachel is, since that's what her name is on your phone, that you love her. Psh! 'I love you-I love you'. You told her you love her right after you told me that you love me. You even get to be so sweet to her - in front of me. I though you love me, San? And that fu-"
The brunette raised one of her hands and placed a finger on the other woman's lips to stop her rant, before the other woman could even say things she knows she doesn't really want to say. Though, she sighed when she saw the frustration on the woman's expression, how her fiery blue eyes became glassy and her lower lip almost jutting out into a pout. So she started to explain and tell the architect who Rachel Berry really is to her.
"Oh, love..." she softly said as she moved her raised hand to cup one of the woman's pale cheek, her thumb softly soothing the vanilla skin. Her other hand moved to hold the blonde's pale hand, lacing their fingers together and placed it on top of her lap. "There's no reason for you to be jealous, Britt. Well, yes, Rachel Berry, the same Rachel on my phone, is gay. And nope, please don't interrupt me, baby," she quickly said when she saw the other woman made a move to protest, stopping her. "Anyways, where was I? Oh yeah, Rachel is gay. But we're best friends and she has Quinn. Attorney Quinn Fabray, to be exact. Q is Berry's girlfriend. They've been in a relationship for a very long time now and I actually think one of them is going to propose to the other anytime soon. She's pretty smitten and so much in love with her own blonde. And you..." she said as she playfully tapped on Brittany's nose, which made her scrunch her nose and just looked like all kinds of adorable, for emphasis before continuing, "...baby, are my own blonde. So, you don't really have to worry about anything - at all."
"You mean..." Brittany said, trailing off.
"Yes, she's pretty much taken," Santana confirmed with a firm nod.
"No kidding?"
"No kidding," the brunette seriously said. "You'll meet her, and probably Quinn, when we go to Puerto Rico... or if by chance, they'll come and visit here. Oh! I will also show you the twin of this house."
The blonde's jaw slightly dropped when realization hit her. "Really? Twin, as in twin-exact-replica kind of twin? You know, exactly like this?" She kept on asking, still in utter surprise.
"Pretty much like it, Britt. But I think yours is better."
"Well, I'm dying to see it, San. But before we go and visit there, you definitely have to meet my friends first. They keep on bothering me to finally introduce you to each other. They're dying to meet the lady in my wallet," the architect said with a chuckle. "Did you know that they decided to play a prank on me by getting your picture and my wallet and keeping it? They traded it for a week's worth of free lunches!"
"What did you do?" Santana asked, smiling.
"Well, I gave those silly people what they need. I was bankrupt for a whole week." Then a smug smile appeared on the woman's face as continues to tell the story. "After I got your picture back, I sort of acted like I was starting to become distant from them. I did not talk to them that much and I would always find an excuse when they would plan to hang out."
"And then? What did they say or do?"
"They sort of panicked. They didn't know what to do. And you know what I got? New gadgets! More expensive than what I've spent on their free lunches for a week," Brittany said, smiling happily.
"I'm really intrigued with regards to your and JP's group of friends. Are they all good-looking?" the Latina playfully said.
"Okay. I changed my mind. I don't want you to meet them anymore," the blonde quickly said, crossing her arms over her chest like a child.
Santana let out a chuckle when she saw the blonde started to pout. She loved that pout and the woman's possessiveness is an added bonus. She really finds possessive and jealous Brittany so adorable. "JP said, you don't have a shot when it comes to their looks. She also told me that I should totally meet Sugar Motta? Babe, who the hell names their child as "Sugar"? Anyways, yeah... Sugar, the rich kid, and her sister Kitty, the bitchy rich kid. According to your dear sister... they, especially that Kitty girl, would make me regret my decision in choosing you. Though this Kitty, she doesn't really belong to your group of friends."
The blonde dangerously narrowed her eyes. "She said that?!"
The brunette couldn't stop herself anymore and she let out a throaty laugh. She already saw the architect's group of friends in a magazine with the info and pictures of the elite society. But she really thinks that no one, not even the blonde and JP's friends, could beat nor top her blue-eyed beauty. Though, she really loved to tease the woman, so she continued.
"Yeah. She even told me that if you'll be ranked according to looks, you'd come out last," she said, jokingly shaking her head from side to side.
The architect's pretty face became dark but then it immediately relaxed and she even giggled. "I don't really care, San. As long as you're mine, to hell with them,"
the blonde said as she pulled the brunette closer to hug her.
"Aww. When did you get so cheesy, love?" Santana said, feeling so giddy all over. "I was just joking you, though, babe. Because honestly, you are the most gorgeous woman I've ever met."
"I know. Those women and men won't follow me 'round if I'm not," the architect cockily said.
The Latina pulled away slightly and looked at the other woman with a not so pleased expression and a raised brow. "You were involved with a lot of them before?" she said, burrowing her brows in the process.
"Yeah... I can't help it. They were begging for me."
"Pierce!"
It was the blonde's turn to laugh. "Yes, baby. A lot of them were pretty me chasing me and fawning over me, but I didn't really entertain them nor even talked to them in some sort. You're questioning me, babe? Well, I was pretty much in love with you that I think I was going coo-coo because I even tried to talk to your picture."
Brown eyes glared at the other woman. "As if!"
Brittany quickly hugged her again and pulled their bodies down the bed, lying sideways, facing each other. "Do you want me to prove it to you how much I really do love you, San?" she whispered into the brunette's ear seductively, her hands and lips already started to wander around the other woman's body. As her answer, Santana wrapped her arm around the blonde's waist and pulled her closer, as her other hand tangled with the woman's golden locks. The blonde leaned it, one hand cupping a tan cheek and the other was gripping the back of the Latina's neck, pulling her in for a hot passionate kiss.
A/N: Sorry for the long wait!