Chapter Two
Due Date
There were many places in the world where Brittany didn't fit in. Even if most looked at her as a girl that could go anywhere with anyone and fit in, that wasn't how she felt. Take Rachel's friends for example she always felt a little edgy around them. One time when she tried to explain this to Rachel she couldn't understand what Brittany was talking about, assuring her that they loved her-therefore she had nothing to worry about. But Brittany saw the way some of them looked at her like she was somehow a little less than them, that she was providing less to society by waving her hands around and moving her feet. That in some way they thought her movements weren't any better than what they could produce on stage so why was she so special?
Her dad would tell her she was over thinking it, that really it didn't matter what others thought. But obviously it mattered if it didn't, people wouldn't stress over what they looked like every day. She couldn't count the number of times Rachel would come tearing through the house asking Brittany which shoe looked better; most times the blonde would just pick the one that looked more comfortable.
Brittany couldn't complain though, even if she didn't feel comfortable around Rachel's friends without them or at least that social circle she wouldn't have meet Rachel. Sure at first Brittany couldn't stand the girl, Brittany didn't hate anyone but the first few times talking to Rachel left her head spinning in circles. She even told Tina that she couldn't handle her constant talk. But on that Thursday night running back from the bar Brittany realised why Rachel talked so much, it was because she was afraid of the silence.
But there was a place where Brittany just elegantly and effortlessly fit. No one looked down at her; no one asked if she was lost, they knew she was home. Looking into the mirror Brittany spun on her toe, her hair catching into the air, spraying around like a golden crown. Stepping as if she floated, stepping on small clouds. Her hands rose with precision, flowing in the same pattern she practised before.
The wood beneath her seemed to push her feet up, assisting her in her leaps and bonds. The mirror in front reflected an image she almost couldn't recognise. Her hair spinning in front of her eyes obstructing her sight. She let the music fill her up like taking a large gulp before diving beneath water. The people that had been around her were now distant blurred images. It wasn't until she heard the beat slow down, did she allow her breathing to regulate, her last movement ending.
Brittany looked up, her bright ocean blue eyes flashing over the small sea of people. Some were clapping excitedly watching her; others stood talking to one another quietly. And some others practised on their own, headphones pushed into their ears. Brittany quirked a grin looking at the one who had clapped, walking over.
"That was great!" Mike exclaimed. "The routine looks so much better than it did last time."
"Thanks," Brittany smiled, taking a sip from her water, letting some wash over her face.
Mike's eyes glanced over the blondes shoulder, his eyes flickering back "She's been watching."
Brittany looked behind her shoulder, grinning instantly at Rachel's leaning form at the door way "She's not allowed to be here," she laughed.
"Do you think Rachel is one to listen to those rules?" Mike asked seriously. "That girl lives by her own rules."
Brittany shook her head, pulling her backpack over her shoulder, "You think I would have realised this by now."
Mike snickered crossing her arms, "Are you two still coming for drinks later?"
Brittany nodded, clutching her water bottle taking another swig, "We'll be around eight, is that alright?"
Mike nodded adjusting his sneakers, preparing for his next routine; Brittany looked back at Rachel, the smaller brunette giving a tentative wave. "I'll see you tonight."
"Bye,"
Brittany skipped over to the door, the smaller girl pushing off the frame to greet her. Rachel placed her hand Brittany's waist pulling her in, "Sorry."
"Why?" Brittany tilted her head.
"I'm always breaking your rules," Rachel smiled softly.
Brittany grinned, her cheeks bunching up, "I can think of a few things you could do to make it up to me." She whispered bending over to brush her lips on the girl's ear.
Rachel laughed gently pushing her playfully away, "are you off?"
"I could be if you make it worth my wild," She smirked, toying with the hem of Rachel's shirt.
Rachel shook her head, biting her lower lip, "I have to go to school, I have a test next Tuesday in my theater production class and I need to get some books to study from."
Brittany grimaced, letting go of Rachel's shirt leaning back over on the frame of the entrance, "You can still come to Mike's and Tina's though right?"
"I hope, it depends on how far I get," Rachel frowned. "I'll let you know before six."
"Alright,"
"I just wanted to come stop by and see how it was going," Rachel stated. "I can let you get back to practising without any future distractions."
"I need to go soon anyways, it's just open studio and I need to work on my dance history paper."
Rachel let her hand drop to her side, tucking her hair behind one ear. "I'll talk to you later." She looked slightly nervous, her right foot softly poking Brittany's foot.
"See you." Brittany chuckled leaning down to peak her lips. Rachel smiled one last time, waving before turning around and walking from the building.
/
It was raining.
It was a pure accident when Brittany and Rachel ran into each other late one night; a coincidence that seemed to remove Brittany's previous notions on the girl. It was like any other night, Brittany had just left the bar leaving Tina and Mike who were stumbling back home. She ambled along the sidewalks, avoiding dark oily puddles and trying to dodge the splattering droplets with little success. The water slowly filled her shoes, acting like small containers for the water rather than keeping her feet dry. The lights from ahead illuminated the water descending to the earth, falling with such grace that Brittany paused at one point, watching in wonder. Car engines and sirens were slightly muffled by the thunderous storm.
People around the blonde ran as if they had entered a race, rain did that to people Brittany thought. She never understood why, it wasn't as if people would be angry if you showed up wet from the rain, it wasn't your fault that mother nature decided to cry. Brittany could care less of her soaking jacket knowing she could just as easily dry it when she got home. Plus there was something about the rain that made Brittany happier, when most others had the opposite effect. Maybe it was because she was raised in Seattle which was notorious for rain. But more than that Rain brought something else, it was the breath of many plants, and a new freshness to the usual polluted air of New York, it brought back a little home for Brittany.
Because Brittany wasn't sprinting she spotted the darker silhouette siting underneath the canopy of a small diner. She had her arms crossed tightly over her chest, scowling at the drowning earth muttering with irritation. Growing nearer Brittany recognized the delegate face, with harsh edges. "Rachel?" her voice swam through the water reaching Rachel.
The brunette looked up slightly surprised, "Brittany."
The dancer tilted her head, striding underneath the canopy, looking down at the shorter girl, "Are you talking to yourself?"
Rachel looked slightly embarrassed, kicking a loose leaf. "Maybe a little,"
"Do you ever stop talking?" Brittany chuckled, stuffing her hands into her pockets in her soaking jeans.
Rachel sucked her lips into her mouth, shrugging. "You're wet," she acknowledged overly simple.
Brittany scrunched up her nose looking down at her cranberry colored jacket, shrugging, "I don't mind getting wet."
Rachel's lip slightly twitched, into what Brittany had presumed would have been a smile, "Why are you sad?"
"What?" the brunette responded startled.
"You must be sad, you're not talking like you usually do," Brittany pointed out. "You usually talk like a hundred words per second."
"I don't always," Rachel whispered sourly.
Brittany pushed away her wet hair from her face, small streams of water sliding down and off the tips. She pursed her lips, looking around at the busy nightlife, "It's not a bad thing, everyone has different traits." Brittany mussed, "I for example bit my nails, Tina always tells me it's a bad habit, but what if a woman wants a little lady loving? Longer nails are never usually welcomed."
Rachel finally let a chuckle escape her lips, "Tina told me you didn't like my talking," She admitted shyly.
Brittany felt a sudden pain of remorse deep in her gut, she never intended for Rachel to hear one of her pointless drunken rambles to her friend. Thinking about it now Brittany realised she had only said those things because she had seen the brunette disappear with one of the stage crew workers halfway during the party. In the past four months Brittany had slowly devolved an attraction to the girl, anyone with eyes could see the girl was stunning and to top it all off had a divine gift. Sure the first meeting with the girl Brittany felt slightly irritated with her constantly moving mouth, but that was only because sometimes she couldn't quite keep up. But she never didn't like it.
Brittany licked her top lip, her blue eyes looking down with guilt, "I didn't mean that."
"It's fine, people tell me all the time it is one of my worst traits," Rachel shrugged.
Brittany slapped her palm over her forehead, rubbing her skin slightly, "no look I was just jealous and thought that talking like that to Tina would somehow make me feel better."
"Jealous?"
Brittany sighed, dropping both hands limply by her sides, looking smaller somehow then the tinier singer. "I saw you leave with that red head girl… the attractive one, well… I guess I just wished it would have been me that you left with." She finally admitted looking to the ground.
The silence that followed made Brittany's skin itch, she usually enjoyed the quiet but right now it seemed inappropriate. Looking back up slowly Brittany found Rachel with a large grin her eyes sparkling with something new. "Oh," Rachel finally said around a smile she seemed unable to contain.
Brittany frowned, her eyebrows creasing together, "What?"
Brittany liked jokes, telling them and hearing them, but she knew for sure whatever she just said was not a joke. So she couldn't begin to grasp why Rachel had suddenly bent in laughter her face growing with such painful amusement. Brittany's gut slowly sank, watching the girl laughing as if it were the funniest thing she ever heard. Brittany had been laughed at, during her high school years it was something she had come accustomed on a daily bases, but something about the tone of her giggles made Brittany believe she wasn't laughing at her. Curiously Brittany looked around, expecting to find a stand-up comedian behind her telling Rachel jokes. But no such thing was in sight, the cars still rolled by the casual pass byers walking by, everything was very boringly ordinary.
"What is it?" Brittany flinched on edge. Rachel softened to a light giggle, her eyes looking up at Brittany.
"It's nothing," She shook her head, taking a step forward toward Brittany. "It's just…" Rachel whispered, and suddenly she was no longer laughing, no humor had even left a trail on her features. Rachel took another small step closing any personal space the blonde had before. Brittany sucked in a deep breath looking down at the girl as she tilted her chin up.
It seemed to happen slowly, Rachel's hand coming up to rest behind her neck pulling her down. Rachel lifted onto her tiptoes, taking the position of a striving ballerina. Brittany wrapped her arm around the waist of the brunette swiping her tongue of her bottom lip. Rachel's breathe tickled her lower lip before their lips came in contact. Brittany sighed into the kiss tilting her head to a better angle. Small scattered butterflies flew in Brittany's stomach.
They stood there, the patter of the rain blurring back in a distant whining of white noise. Brittany only concentrated on the intakes of Rachel's breaths, a small whimper escaping when Brittany traced her tongue along her lip. Finally after what seemed to be hours Brittany separated from Rachel's soft lips with a silent smack.
"…that girl was a friend, a very painfully straight friend." Rachel finally finished.
"O-oh."
"And I asked Tina early today what you thought of me because I like you, she told me you thought I talked too much."
"Oh,"
"So you see it's pretty funny."
"Oh,"
"I'm going to kiss you again."
"Oh."
/
Brittany opened the same Diner she had kissed Rachel that first time, entering the small but comfortable atmosphere. She hadn't been back here since that day. Looking back now she couldn't understand why. She looked around, noticing that most people were casually eating small plates of food, some working on their phones. Brittany strolled to an empty seat settling in. She usually liked working in a Starbucks or the school library. But on the way there she noticed this very familiar landmark in her personal history. She didn't understand why, but she felt a pull towards it.
She placed her silver laptop on the table bringing out sheets of paper which she had already worked on. She shuffled them a bit so it was in a somewhat pleasing arrangement. She clutched her black pen toying with it before laying it onto the surface of the paper. It didn't take long until Brittany was fully emerged into her studies, looking up the origins of dance, the different types of dance and when each style was born and where it was created. Her eyes seemed to be glued onto the screen, unknowing if anything around her surroundings anymore, teleporting into her small bubble.
She was isolated until a raspy voice broke though, "Miss?" Brittany blinked a couple of times, looking up at the dark women standing over her table, a note pad in hand. Her eyes were narrowed slightly in annoyance. Brittany looked from her computer to the dark women, examining her silently.
"…Miss?" she repeated herself, her husky voice coming out again.
"I'm sorry what?" Brittany acknowledged.
The waiter puckered her lips, looking back at her notepad. "Is there anything I can get you?"
"A cup of coffee would be great, and uhm…" Brittany glanced at the forgotten menu at the edge of the table, looking over the list, "A plate of pancakes,"
"Those are in our breakfast menu miss,"
"Yeah,"
"Breakfast hours are over," she clarified.
"Oh!" Brittan flipped to the second page, "I'll get the chicken nuggets then," she reported.
The waiter wrote down her order, picking up her menu and pinching it between the side of her body and arm.
"Is there anything else I can get you?"
"No that's fine, thank you," Brittany smiled.
"I'll be right back with your coffee. My name is Santana just let me know if you need anything."
Brittany nodded her head watching her retreating form before looking back at her screen. Her fingers paused on her key board, her mind clouded. She bit her tongue, resuming her frantic speed of typing down notes, adding onto her first two paragraphs.
Brittany picked up the white mug that her waitress must have placed without her noticing. She took a large sip of the bitter black liquid, her eyes never leaving her screen. She had finished her cup when her hands finally seized movement on her keys, unable to will her fingers move. Her brain felt worn out, not being able to come with any coherent thoughts about dance that she could put down on her word document.
She groaned realising she still had two more pages and no way of getting there. She fell into her arms burying her head into her crossed arms on her laptop. She breathed deeply trying to come up with anything. When she graduated high school getting a full scholarship for dance she thought she wold never have to be in her position that she was in right now. Who knew that being in dance classes also met that you had to research old dance movements and wright an essay on the historic facts of it.
A steam of caffeine swam into her sense, squinting up to find the waiter refilling her mug, grinning at Brittany.
"Hard work?" she asked
"Yeah you could say that."
Brittany sighed, pushing off the table, to sit straight back in her chair. The women placed her right hand on her hip, lifting an eyebrow. "School?"
"I go to Julliard." Brittany confirmed,
"Wow," The waiter breathed impressed, "Good school."
"Most say that," Brittany groaned.
"I'm sure you'll do fine, I'll be back with you chicken nuggets soon."
Brittany nodded looking at the flickering screen with silent hatred. Luckily the buzz of her phone distracted her from her incomplete work.
"Hello?" She answered quickly. Glad to have an escape route from her endless essay.
"Hey," She recognized Rachel's voice instantly smiling softly. "So I actually won't be out of here till a lot later then I originally thought," Rachel sighed sadly.
"I thought we were going to be able to go to Tina's,"
"I know you wanted to go, but I'm not even close to being done." Rachel regrettably informed, "I'm sorry."
Brittany hummed, scratching at the wooden table. "I guess I'll see you when you get back…"
"Actually I think I'm going back to my apartment,"
"You are?"
"I'm really tired I just need some sleep, I'll see you tomorrow though," Rachel explained.
"I feel like I don't even have a girlfriend anymore…" Brittany whispered,
The phone went silent.
Brittany pulled her phone from her ear looking to see if the phone call had been cut off. But she saw the call minutes slowly ticking up Rachel's profile picture still smiling at her.
After what seemed like forever Rachel replied "I'll see you tomorrow, I promise."
"Yeah I guess."
There as a long pause between the girls, the phone line buzzing. "I should go." Rachel finally interrupted.
"Okay,"
"Bye."
Hanging up her phone Brittany threw it back into her bag. She dropped her head into her hands, a draft from the open door blowing her hair slightly. Brittany heard a muttering of words from across the room feet scampering across the tiled floor. She couldn't place all the words but she heard a sketched out version of a nearby conversation. "Is she okay?" "Let me take the food she looks desperate." There was a violent grunt and whine before Brittany heard the approaching slap of footsteps. "Ass," a voice muttered under her breath.
Brittany smelt the food being placed down in front of her, the heat pushing off in slow waves.
"Here you go," Santana stated.
Brittany pushed of her palms looking at the steaming plate of chicken, "thanks," She murmured.
Santana stood by her table still, Brittany looked up finding deep brown eyes shifting around the room, her lip tucked into her mouth. She opened mouth her lip popping, "A-are you…" She started her words freezing within her throat when her eyes connecting with Brittany's "… Are you alright?" She finally managed.
Brittany was startled he eyes widening a bit. She could tell the darker woman was slightly uncomfortable shifting her weight side to side. "I-I'm yeah…I'll be fine."
Santana nodded looking at the ground, her feet still glued onto the floor. She scratched the back of her head raising her opposite arm pointing at her computer "Is it your work?" She asked, looking for an excused to not feel guilty for leaving the blonde.
Brittany looked back at her laptop, her eyes scanning over the material, "Yeah, I have this paper and can't seem to put thoughts into words."
Santana nodded again, seeming content with her answer. Brittany waited amused that Santana still stood on spot, seeming to be resisting some urge to talk further. Brittany quirked a grin, watching the struggling girl with slight amusement, why was she still here? Brittany held her gaze, trying not to giggle at the school girl look of her waiter.
"What's it on?" She finally managed
"The history of dance," Brittany explained, "I major in dance at Juilliard."
"Oh." Santana whispered, nodding. She looked at Brittany for one last moment before turning abruptly, speed walking away.
The blonde chuckled, not being able to place why the young woman had acted so strangely, when just a few minutes ago she was fine. Brittany tried to forget about the strange behavior savoring the chicken nuggets in front of her trying to distract herself about Rachel's absence.
Brittany watched the slow moving dinner in her time eating her meal. She spotted a large tree like man walking around with drinks hungry eyes meeting hers. She shuttered pulling up her upper lip in confusion. She was not a stranger to the look the tall brunette was throwing her, but at this point she really didn't have the energy to deal with a horny guy. She finished her plate, and polishing off her fries. She didn't realize just how hungry she was until she started eating; it's always the first bite that ignites something in your belly.
A human would never be satisfied with just getting a taste of something good, they always found a way to get the rest.
Santana came back wordlessly picking up her plate and taking it away, not even acknowledging her. Brittany could not put any type of conclusion on the girl. Brittany was well known for being a good judge of character and being able to understand people but her waiter was confusing her to no end.
Brittany watched the waiter for a couple of wordless minutes as she retreated into the back. She stood up gathering her things, leaving enough money one the table for the meal and drink. Walking out of the door she looked behind her shoulder finding Santana perched by her table, her eyes glued onto Brittany's figure behind the glass door. Brittany held her gaze for only a moment before turning around heading for her empty apartment.
/
Days passed quietly, and before Brittany new it a whole week had passed and the due date on her essay was quickly approaching. Rachel stood from Brittany's sofa, grumbling to herself. The blonde looked up from her small round table, her hair piled on top of her head. The room smelt like old popcorn, and was humid from the just used shower.
"Do you want to go to my place?" Rachel asked, shuffling through her purse pulling her chap stick pulling it cross her lower lip.
Brittany looked up, lifting her eyebrows, "What?"
Rachel puckered her lips, sliding her bottom lip against her top, "uh, do you want to go to my place."
"But we are already here?" she replied confused.
Rachel sighed, "Yeah but I want to get out."
Brittany lent back in her chair, the wooden back speaking caused by her weight. "You want to go out to go into another home?"
Rachel looked around the tiny apartment, her toes wiggling in her he plush white rug. "I just thought it would be helpful to have a change in scenery."
"I'm almost done, I just need to finish one last page." Brittany looked back to the screen, ignoring Rachel's reasoning.
"Well I want to go, I'm not having fun listening to the 'tap, tap, tap' of your key board." Rachel fumed.
Brittany flinched back, willing herself not to look up, not to give into the diva's wishes. She was tired of having to bend for her. Over the past week all Rachel had done was camp out in her apartment, making Brittany spend most nights there. It was no secret that the Brunette didn't like her girlfriend's apartment. It wasn't clean enough for her taste and the random colourful decorations were a sore on the eyes. One time Rachel had even tried to take down on of Brittany's decorative scarfs she had pinned to the wall.
"Go then,"
The words sunk like a thunder cloud in the room. It's not like the two never had fights. They just never really resolved them. They let the annoyance linger in their memory, choosing to ignore it. Brittany didn't like fighting, but right now Rachel was being unreasonable.
Rachel was taken aback by Brittany's response her eyes widening, she opened and closed her mouth a few times before stepping up to bate. She grabbed her jacket threading her arms through the sleeves, "fine, I'll talk to you later."
The blonde clenched her jaw, Rachel picking up her keys and purse, striding to the door her head held high. Brittany waited until Rachel shut the door behind her before she looked up her eyes crinkling with annoyance. She sat in the still apartment for minutes. Her mind swimming with the memory of the past week, causing her emotions to raise a level.
She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, slamming her computer shut with a loud snap, picking up her notes stuffing it into a small backpack. She shook her head the entire time, heat rising into her face as she careful placed her computer into the pack. "I need to get out of here." She muttered to herself, hypocritically moving towards the door.
It didn't take long until Brittany found herself sitting in the same diner from a week before. Her computer pulled out in a similar fashion. She stared at the screen, her mind nowhere near her actual work but rather thinking of what Rachel was doing right now. Sitting at home watching TV? Maybe she had called Puck over, Brittany cursed under her breath trying to shake such thoughts from her head.
"Hey there again," a slightly familiar voce said to the side of her table. Brittany looked up finding the same waiter standing to her side, smiling softy.
Brittany brined weakly, "hey."
"What can I get you today to drink?" Santana asked,
"Just a coffee please,"
"Coming right up."
Brittany took her phone out, looking at the screen, there were no missed calls and no new text. She frowned shutting it off and stuffing it back into her pocket, without regret. She tried to find something that she could write down on her computer but she could only think of things she wanted to say to Rachel.
She looked over to where the kitchen was slightly visible, Santana poring coffee into a white mug, talking to a dark boy who was also working at the time. A taller man walked over, Santana almost instantaneously slipping away, back to Brittany placing the mug onto the table.
"Are you ready to order?"
"I'll get the chicken nuggets again."
Santana smirked softy, writing it down on a small slip of paper, "You don't change too much do you?"
"Not in a week,"
"I'll be right back with your food."
Brittany followed her movements back to where she handed the paper over the cook. This time Brittany's table was positioned closer to the kitchen. Allowing her to be closer to where all the waiters seemed to congregate. She pushed in her head phones into the aux output, but didn't start up any music.
"What's her name?" A deep voice said from behind her. Brittany craned her neck, she knew eavesdropping was bad but she couldn't help herself her natural curiosity was taking over.
"I don't know."
"She's really hot,"
"Don't even think about it blubber boy," Santana spat "She's not interested."
"How do you know?"
"Trust me she doesn't play for your team."
"Like you can tell,"
"I can." Santana snapped, "I have awesome gaydar."
"You know Santana there is a difference between gaydar and wishing girls were gay."
"I'm in a relationship, remember? I could care less. Ass."
"Then why do you keep stealing her table from her?" the boy whined, "I told you I wanted to serve her the next time she was in. It's like you couldn't jump quick enough to her."
"I was protecting her from an idiot like you," she growled "And like I said, she's. not. interested."
"I bet I could make her interested,"
"You dumb ass, I heard her talking to her girlfriend last time she was in here."
"Her what?"
"Girlfriend."
"Maybe it was just one of her friends…"
"Just shut up before someone takes you seriously."
The man tried to say something back but caught Brittany's peering eyes, his jaw slaking before her turned away quickly picking up a few menus placing them on a nearby table. Santana let out a frustrated sigh her back still facing Brittany. She pushed her fingers through her dark hair, her back tensed.
Brittany's head slightly tilted to the left as she studied the girl in depth for the first time. She always knew she was beautiful but it never really stuck out just how gorgeous the young woman was. Even with her hair pilled messily into a bun, the black apron not screaming anything fashionable, she looked like a super model in the wings. As if this would be the new hot fall item for Gucci. Brittany pursed her lips as the woman picked up a tray full of drinks, carrying it over to a table were a young family sat.
Brittany sat there for a while, shyly watching her waitress. She knew maybe it wasn't normal to be such in a trance but she honestly couldn't help herself. Sometimes she would try to pull away, look out the window for about a minute before finding her eyes drifting back to the dark woman. It was awhile before Santana notice her obvious spectator. She stood by the kitchen, her eyes flickering back and forth from Brittany to the tray. After about the fifth glance Santana eyes stuck on Brittany. Even from across the diner Brittany felt like she was at the side of the girl, her eyes unable to tare from the exchange even when she tried to. Brittany was hypnotized, her expression mirrored by Santana.
Brittany finally let out a sigh of relief when Santana got shook from another employee, handing her the tray of food she was supposed to give to a table. And just like that Brittany looked down avoiding contact with Santana.
It wasn't long till she had been given her nuggets with less than a word. Brittany ate her food, re-opening her computer looking across the screen. When Santana final took her plate away she started to type furiously at the keys hardly breaking for even a sip of her refilled mug.
Later she looked over her work scowling and then deleting it all. It was no good, none of it was usable.
"Still working on your report?" Santana asked holding a small slip of paper.
"Yeah," Brittany sighed. "Not very efficiently I can't think of anything else to write."
Santana pursed her lips, placing Brittany's bill onto the table, "I'm sure you will think of something."
Brittany paid for her meal, but still sat at the table, unable to move her eyes glued onto the bright screen. She wasn't sure if she was exactly aloud to stay, but with one last glance around she reasoned that it was slow enough that she wouldn't feel guilty for staying.
Brittany was caught onto the internet in no time, forgetting her assignment easily. It was not until much later did she hear the approaching footsteps. She looked up finding Santana with a coat hanging over one of her hands her work apron gone. She smiled glade to see the girl again.
"Hi," Brittany greeted.
Santana seemed to be having some type of inner battle within her head, looking down at the blonde, "I know some things about dance history." She stammered abruptly "I studied it for a while back in school" she added hesitantly.
Brittany blinked startled, watching as the nervous girl pinched the hem of her shirt. Brittany puckered her lips, gesturing over to the empty seat, "All information is needed by this point I think the local librarian knows me by name by now."
Santana looked hesitant sitting down, "So you have researched this pretty far…"
Brittany shrugged, positioning her computer so she could still see the other girl, "I have looked it up." She said modestly, "It's always good to hear information that I may have over looked or haven't seen yet though."
Santana clasped her hands together, "Well I mean I probably won't be that much of help…" she regrettably mumbled starting to push of the table's surface the chair scraping across the floor like nails on a chalk board.
Brittany raised a hand eyes wide, "no please stay."
Santana looked sheepishly at the table. Brittany noticed that the crowd that was in the diner before was now thinning out profusely, how late was it? Santana finally settled in, starting to ramble on about different historic dance movements. Brittany politely nodded, smiling bright at the girl. She couldn't break it to her that she already knew almost all of the information she as giving her. Santana's expression started to brighten as she gained confidence in her speech, relaxing back into her chair.
Brittany didn't realize exactly at what moment they started to talk about something else. No longer were they discussing the origins and historic figures in dance but talked about school, the future the past. Brittany was slight puzzled at the idea of having such a deep conversation with a stranger but the conversion felt easy like breathing. Nothing as forced nothing difficult, it was if they were two old friend out having coffee.
Brittany laughed with Santana, telling her embarrassing stories from her university, a routine gone wrong being pantsed in front of everyone. Brittany's face lit up at the sound of Santana's laughter her face scrunching up. Santana had opened her moth but was cut off by the ringing of Brittany's phone.
The blonde looked down at the bright screen Rachel's picture popping up. "I have to take this," she mumbled.
"Of course, I have been keeping you here, I should go." Santana blurted, before Brittany could protest Santana was up lifting her purse over her shoulder, "till next time Brittany."
Santana's form slowly walked from the diner closing the door behind her. Brittany's mouth hung gaped as she raised her phone to her ear.
"Hello?" she muttered, "…yeah…yeah I'll be right there. Yeah I'm sorry too"