Thanks to jrzygurl89, missingviolet, Spaceship Coupe and Jenny.
Spaceship Coupe: Wait and see...
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Jenny: Wait :)
Guest: I'm sorry if its similar to the movie Closer in any way... It wasn't meant to be.
Enjoy the chapter :)
7th November 2018
Brittany wasn't due in work until Friday, so she had waited until Santana had left for work before she called Sam explaining that he had somehow left his wallet in her kitchen. He agreed that he could come on Thursday since she was free all day.
Brittany was worried that being around Sam alone at her house might result in trouble, especially given the kiss on the cheek last time. So to ensure nothing could happen she decided to invite him to the café on Friday; she was supposed to work at 12 anyway, so it was the simplest solution and less risky; who knows if he left something else; and this time Santana actually saw it.
How would she explain that to Santana? Some guy who she met at work, who was possibly flirting with her; and she began to do the same in return, had come round for a quick lunch which she had lied to Santana about; saying she was in work when she clearly wasn't. He then left his wallet before kissing her cheek and making her feel totally renewed for the first time in months.
She could already picture the look of utter heart break but also disappointment written across her wife's face. She would be too judgemental, about their friendship.
There was nothing against having a friend. Just someone that was just her friend. Not her and Santana's. Just hers.
Was it wrong to keep it a secret?
Would Santana be jealous or concerned because her friend was male; and she would perceive their friendship as a threat? Brittany dismissed that as she was friends with Jake, Mike and Noah. They were male, and not a threat.
Maybe she was just overthinking it. Santana had never showed any sides of jealousy for years. Only in college but both of them were slightly jealous during that time.
Brittany knew Santana would automatically assume the worst when all they had done was talked. Nothing which she hadn't done with half the customers at the café.
One of Santana's faults was that she got jealous too easily. She would assume the worst before even confirming that it actually had happened.
Brittany grinned brightly as she tucked her blouse into her skirt; before leaning forward to push through the café doors; at Sam who was sat upon a stool against the counter.
"Hey…" Brittany said, letting her eyes run down his toned frame, even in his white t-shirt with a green and yellow checked shirt over it; his baggy denim hanging low on his hips, he always looked good.
"Hey good lookin..." Sam said in an overly southern accent, pretending to tip his cowboy hat, as he sent her a wink; "Have my wallet? I need to buy an early lunch."
Brittany lightly palmed her forehead; "Sorry… Completely forgot…"
Sam laughed softly; "It's fine."
Brittany pulled out his brown wallet and placed it in his palm; "Since I'm working now. What can I get you?"
Sam hummed as if in thought as he watched Brittany tug her jacket and bag off, before placing them underneath the counter; "I'll have some grilled cheese… from my favourite waitress."
Brittany blushed softly; before turning round and buttering up two slices of bread before sprinkling grated cheese on top, she placed them together before placing them underneath the grill.
"That should be a few minutes…" Brittany said; "Do you want a drink?"
Sam nodded, licking his lips as he watched her, he then cleared his throat; before pointing at the coke machine beside her.
"Just a small glass." Sam added, as he brushed his fingers through his fringe, brushing it out of his eyes.
Brittany nodded with a small smile; she lifted up the tab, letting a stream of coke into the glass. She flicked it off; and turned round, placing it in front of Sam.
"You get free refills if you want…" Brittany said, as she began cleaning several dishes in the washing pot.
"So you from the big apple or?" Sam asked
"LA, born and raised… until college." Brittany replied, over her shoulder, as she grabbed a drying towel; and began drying all the newly washed dishes; "What about you?"
"Texas born… Then Ohio." Sam said; "I met my wife when she was back from college… we clicked and I followed her out here."
Brittany smiled softly, stacking up the cleaned dishes; "I followed… Santana out here too."
"Well, I wanted to go." Brittany said; running her fingers through her hair, she leaned against the counter; lifting her eyes to Sam's; "It's just home's home, right?" she added in a softer tone.
Sam nodded slowly; "I get you… We used to go home all the time… now it's barely once year."
"Santana's the same. We never go to her parents or mine. We never even talk about going anymore." Brittany replied, turning to take his sandwich off the grill; she put it on a plate before placing it in front of him.
Sam grinned happily; "That looks delicious."
Brittany laughed; "I made it, of course it is."
Sam picked it up and took a large bite of it; a string of cheese dripped from his lips down his chin; "Woah…" Sam said, placing it down.
Brittany leaned forward, and ran her thumb against his chin lightly, removing any cheese; "Sorry, it's messy."
Sam grinned, lifting his hand to touch Brittany's; his fingers ran down the back of her hand. Brittany stared straight at him, barely recognising his hand on top of hers.
"Brittany, tables!" Marley called, breaking Brittany from her haze with Sam; she quickly pulled her hand away, wiping them against the towel around her waist.
Brittany bit her lip in embarrassment, she looked away from Sam; "I should go do that."
Sam nodded; and Brittany pulled the towel which was slipped in between her apron; and walked around the counter, towards the tables which were in need of clearing up.
Sam ate his meal in silent as he took long glances at Brittany who was busy cleaning tables and collecting dishes to stop for another conversation.
Sam placed a few dollars beside his empty plate before standing up and walking over towards Brittany, he tapped her waist to gain her attention; "Britt… I'm gonna leave now."
"Oh… Bye Sam. See you soon." Brittany said
"Are you free Saturday? I'm taking Max to the park." Sam asked, brushing his fringe with his fingers, so it was out of his eyes.
"Erm… I should be. Text me, where and when." Brittany said, taking a tray load of dishes from a busy Marley.
Sam nodded understanding her; he leaned forward and gently brushed her blonde fringe which had fallen forward behind her ear; "You really are beautiful, Brittany. See you tomorrow."
Brittany blushed once more as she smiled until Sam was out of his sight; she then walked towards the washing pot and began cleaning the dishes.
"Brittany, who is that guy?" Marley asked tapping Brittany's arm; before returning back to her task of mixing the pancake mixture in her bowl.
"Erm… Just a friend." Brittany replied, with a small smile
Marley simply responses with a soft sigh, along with a quick shake of her head before turning around and moving back towards the cooker.
Brittany hates that kind of response, the one where you know they disagree with you; and yet, they say nothing to you. In a way, it doesn't provide any way of helping you. It doesn't tell you what they wanted to say, or what they didn't want to say.
Brittany completes her shift at half 6. She tugs her jacket and bag on; before walking out of the café, slipping her phone out.
Prospect Park, 11am? – Sam
Brittany smiled at the message, it seemed careless and fun to hang out with Sam; he was fun. He seemed genuinely a nice guy who was going through some tough times. He didn't seem like a bad guy, if he was wouldn't he have done something bad by now.
Sounds fun. I'll bring a toy for Max. See you soon. – Britt
Brittany arrived home, she slammed the door behind her before hanging up her jacket and bag. She walked into the kitchen, and began pouring herself some coffee; as she took a seat around the table.
Oh, you don't have to. I've got too many. Just bring your beautiful self – Sam
Brittany giggled slightly at Sam's playfulness, taking a small sip of her coffee; she leaned on her forearms, thinking about how to reply; what to say to Sam.
"Britt, thank god… You're home. I had the worst day ever. My car broke down. I got heckled by a group of 6 year olds and then… Mark kicks me off my story." Santana said in a rush way as she settled down beside Brittany, who looked shocked by Santana's sudden arrival.
"I- W-When did you get home?" Brittany asked, stuttering slightly from the surprise.
Santana frowned, with Brittany's cup against her lips; she swallowed thickly; and placed the cup down in front of her; "That's the first question you ask. Britt, my car is broke, I'm out of a job after I bragged to everyone for the past month…"
Brittany looked from her blacked out screen of her phone to Santana; "San, no one-"
"And everyone's gonna think I lied… I've been there for so long." Santana added, as she rested her head between her hands, releasing a deep sigh.
"We can fix the car, San. And who cares what people say about the job… It's not your fault he took it off you." Brittany said, rubbing Santana's back trying to soothe her
"He actually said that he never said it was mine. Which is a damn lie because he promised..." Santana mumbled, turning to bury her face against Brittany's neck; she let her fingertips tickle against the back of her neck; "I hate fucking liars… I fucking hate Mark."
Brittany shifted closer to Santana; letting her fingers stroke the bottom of her neck, scratching slightly at the hair too short to reach her high pony; she released a shaky breath, before pressing her pale pink lips against the skin just underneath her ear; "We'll work it out together."
Santana made a humming noise from the base of her throat, as she tightened her hold around Brittany; "I just feel really shitty…"
"Well, I can make you feel better." Brittany said, leaning backwards, to cup Santana's cheek. She let her fingers stroke up and down the length of Santana's jawline, then she leaned back in and pecked Santana's full lips; "Come on, I'll run you a bath and make your favourite food."
Santana shook her head, with a soft expression; "Britt, I'm just… I'm really tired. Do you mind if I just go to sleep?"
Brittany looked from Santana to the table before nodding, with a small smile; "Sure, San… Whatever makes you feel better."
"You could join me… If only for a little while." Santana suggested, standing up from the chair, she rested her weight on the back of Brittany's chair; her fingers squeezing the space between Brittany's neck and shoulder.
"I'm not that tired, San. I'll make dinner... I'll call Mike, and see if he can come round to fix your car. Did you get towed back?" Brittany asked
Santana nodded; "I'm free tomorrow. I invited Jake round for lunch with Marely… So we should go shopping tomorrow morning."
Brittany's expression changed; and she nodded lightly; "Sounds fun."
Santana leaned down and pressed a feather light kiss against her neck, just where her pulse point was; her pouty lips began pressing firmer against the spot; "You should ask Mike if he and Tina wanna come to lunch too… We can have a couples lunch."
"Sure. I'll ask." Brittany said
Santana pressed another kiss, closer to the underside of Brittany's jaw than neck for longer this time; she leaned back to let out a small yawn, before twisting so her lips could reach her cheek; "Thank you, baby… I'll see you in bed, huh?"
Brittany nodded; "Night baby, I'll see you in bed…"
"I love you…" Santana murmured, as she gently let her palm rub against Brittany's back for a few seconds; she then turned and walked upstairs towards their bedroom.
Brittany let out a huge sigh, at the frustration which was unexpectedly running through her body. She stood up, picking up her phone; she began texting Sam back; when she decided that she should probably call Mike first.
"Chang." Mike answered politely
"Hey, Mike." Brittany replied smoothly
"Oh, hey Britt…" Mike responded
Brittany leaned against the kitchen counter, letting her fingers scratch against the marble counter; "Could you do us a favour tomorrow?"
"Dancing favour or-" Mike started to ask
"Santana's car has broken… We can't afford a mechanic; so we were wondering if you could fix it." Brittany asked
Mike hummed; "I'll come round tomorrow; and take a look at it."
"Great… Well, you and Tina are invited to lunch at ours tomorrow if you want… Probably at 1…" Brittany said
"I'm sure we'll be there. We'll be early so I can check the car." Mike said
Brittany hummed softly; "Okay, see you then."
Mike cleared his throat; "See you tomorrow."
Brittany hung up the phone; she took a deep breath and went down to Sam's contact.
Something's came up. Can't come tomorrow. Santana planned a lunch with friends instead. – Brittany
Maybe another time - Sam
Brittany placed her phone down, she turned and began making herself a simple turkey sandwich. She grabbed her phone again and began walking upstairs.
She opened their bedroom door, eating quietly as she unchanged into a pair of short shorts and vest. She placed her phone beside her side of the bed, she then climbed in beside an already sleeping Santana.
Santana was lying on her stomach, totally bare except for wearing a pair of white French knickers. Brittany let her fingers feel the smooth silk material, before she tugged the red coloured bed sheets up over her behind, up to her lower back.
Brittany leaned back on her elbow as she gently ran her fingers up and down Santana's back; over the expanse of smooth caramel skin which was available.
"Things are different, San. I met someone. Not like that… He's not like that. We're just friends." Brittany said softly, as she brushed Santana's hair off her back, leaving pure skin for the touch; "I should have told you when I met him a few days ago… I just felt happy to have something of mine. Everything is either yours or ours. I have nothing which is just mine."
Brittany leaned down and pressed her lips to the curve of Santana's shoulder where a small scar was place from Santana's high school years as a cheerleader; "I have fun with him. He doesn't make me feel stupid or unwanted… I know you think things are great between us… but I guess they aren't… not anymore."
Santana let out a small murmur as she gripped tighter on the bed sheets; Brittany moved so her fingers brushed against the side of Santana's face which were available.
"Night, baby…" Brittany whispered, leaning down to kiss her temple; she shifted closer to Santana; wrapping her arm around her waist. She watched Santana sleep for a few minutes, and then leaned up to press a kiss to Santana's smooth forehead; "Things… they will be okay."