"San? Are you up?''
Brittany walks down the stairs and glances in the kitchen. She smiles as she sees Santana struggling with the coffe machine. She walks over to her and pecks her on the cheek.
''Hey'' she whispers ''Why are you up so early?''
Without turning around, Santana mumbles a response. ''I couldn't sleep''
''Oh'' Brittany frowns. ''Why not? Is something wrong?''
''No, I just woke up and couldn't fall asleep again''
Santana slams on the coffee machine and it makes a weird sound. Brittany chuckles and softly pushes Santana to the side.
''Let me handle that. You just set the table or something ..''
Santana mumbles something and then walks out of the kitchen. She has never been a morning person, but this morning she's extra grumpy.
Well, not grumpy. A bit hopeless maybe.
She grabs two plates and places them on the table, before she sits down. She takes her phone out of her hiding place and quickly finishes the message. She stares at the screen for a second, takes a deep breath, and then presses send. Her phone displays 'message sent' , and she sighs.
She quickly shoves her phone across the table as Brittany walks in the livingroom with two cups of coffee, milk, and the coffeecan.
Santana never got how she could carry more than two things in her hands and not drop anything. Even though her hands are full, and she's walking really slowly, she still moves so gracefully.
A feeling of guilt creeps up on Santana and she looks down. She knows Brittany deserves way better than her, she never understood why the girl still chooses to stay with her despite of her never ending rants and panic attacks and Snixx moments. Brittany is a way better person than she is, she knows that. And it's damn time she starts treating the blonde like she deserves to treated.
Brittany sits down and frowns at Santana, who is staring at her.
''San? I asked you to set the table .. Are we eating plates for breakfast this morning?''
Santana snaps back in reality and looks at her wife. She quickly gets up.
''No, sorry, I'll be right back.''
Brittany watches her shuffle out of the livingroom and smiles. ''That was easy ..'' she mumbles to herself. She picks up a magazine and flicks through it until she gets interrupted by a buzzing phone. She frowns and looks around, before she notices Santana's BlackBerry lighting up. The phone doesn't stop buzzing, she's getting a call.
''San! Someone's calling you!'' Brittany shouts to the kitchen.
When she doesn't get a response, she takes the phone and picks up.
''Santana's phone, who is this?''
It's not really a new thing. When the other person isn't around at the moment, they answer eachother's phonecalls. Since they actually never keep secrets from eachother, it has always worked. Except maybe one time. Santana was planning on proposing to Brittany, and when she was visiting one of her friends and didn't have her phone with her, she received a phone call.
Thinking it was someone from work, Brittany answered the phone. It's quite obvious that she was a bit confused when asked how many lily's she wanted to have delivered.
''Uh .. Are you sure you've got the right number? No .. This is Brittany, I can pass her if you want .. Okay, no problem. Have a good day.''
Brittany ends the call and shrugs, before glancing at the screen. She wants to put the phone down again, but something draws her attention. A message is displayed on the screen.
Santana : Please say you're not working tomorrow..
Brittany frowns. To Dani? Who's Dani ..?
She quickly puts the phone down as Santana walks up to her, and decides not to bring the text up. After all, it's not right to snoop around in your partner's phone. Although that wasn't really what the blonde was doing, anyway.
''Who was calling me?'' Santana asks, as she places two knives, two spoons, and two cups on the table.
She looks at Brittany questionly.
''Uh, I don't know. Some girl named Danielle ..''
Oh ... Dani .. Danielle .. Is she the same person?
Santana's eyes widen ''Dan .. She called me?''
''Uh .. Yeah, I told her I could pass you through but she said she would call back later.''
''Britt! Why did you even pick up my phone?''
Brittany frowns ''Uh .. Don't we always do that?''
''Yeah .. Yeah you're right I'm sorry. Can you pass me my phone please?''
''Sure ..'' Brittany mumbles. She grabs the phone and hands it to Santana.
''I'm just gonna .. - "
" - Yeah ..'' the blonde answers, before turning to her plate and sighing.
There's still nothing eatable on the table.
She walks into the kitchen and grabs some cheese, ham and jelly. She closes the fridge as she hears Santana talk on the phone.
She sounds upset.
''No .. Why are you even calling me? I told you not to do that. That was my .. that was Brittany! Just .. Don't be there tomorrow. Please.''
Don't be there tomorrow? Okay definitely same person, the blonde thinks.
Brittany glances around the corner of the kitchen door and holds her ear to the wall.
She knows she shouldn't be doing this, but she's just a really curious person.. Ain't nothing wrong with that.
''You know I can't do that.'' Brittany hears.
''I don't want to see you there just .. Stay at home, fix something I don't care. Just make sure you're not going to be there.''
Brittany frowns. She really, really hopes this isn't what it sounds like .. And what place is she talking about the entire time? Are they going somewhere tomorrow? Is Santana going somewhere tomorrow?
''Great. Now stop calling me at home.''
Brittany realises Santana has ended the call, and she quickly turns around, placing the food onto a tray.
Santana walks in the kitchen and frowns at her.
''Just grabbing some .. Uh, stuff ..'' the blonde murmurs as she picks up the tray and takes it to the livingroom.
Santana bites her lip.
Shit.
She follows her wife to the table and sits down across from her.
''So ..'' Brittany begins ''I would like to be at the pharmacie around noon, is that okay with you? That way we still have some time to do .. Uh, fun stuff.'' she chuckles.
Santana nods slowly, before realising what Brittany had just said.
''No ..'' she protests ''No, can't we go tomorrow? I mean, they're probably not even open on a sunday..''
''Yes they are'' Brittany says simply ''You were the one looking it up on the internet, remember?''
''I was ..? Oh, I was, yeah .. But uh, I searched for the opening hours for uh .. Monday.''
''Oh, really?'' Brittany asks, trying to sound surprised.
She knows Santana is lying to her, she was looking over her shoulder when she was scrolling through the site.
But she's not going to argue about this.
''Fine, we can go tomorrow.''
''Awesome'' Santana smiles and takes a slice of bread out the basket.
''But can I ask you something, San?''
''Yeah sure'' the brunette mumbles, taking a bite from her sandwich.
''Are Dani and Danielle the same person?''
Santana chuckles ''Why are you asking me that? Are you scared I'm cheating on you or something?''
''No ..'' Brittany lies. ''I was just wondering..''
''How do you know about Dani anyway?'' Santana asks frowning, and Brittany gulps looking down.
''You know what?'' Santana continues ''It doesn't matter. We .. - '' she takes Brittany's hand in hers and looks at her ''- Are going to the pharmacie tomorrow, we're going to ask what we want to know, we're gonna come home and think about it. And if you want to talk about other things, we can do that too. But can we just have a fun day today? We can go out if you want.''
Brittany looks up and smiles. ''I would like that''
''Yeah?'' Santana chuckles ''You would like that huh?''
''Uhuh'' Brittany smiles at her and then stands up. ''And I can choose where we're going?''
Santana smirks ''I already know what you want to do so .. Just say it out loud''
''We're going to the park'' Brittany laughs.
Santana winks at her ''I knew it''
Santana is sitting on a bench by the playground. She smiles as she sees Brittany signing she has to come over.
She gets up and walks over to the blonde on the swingset.
''Didn't we have our first date here?'' Santana asks smiling, as she softly pushes Brittany so she's swinging back and forth.
''No'' Brittany says ''Our first date was at breadsticks .. We came here some time before that.''
''Oh .. I guess you didn't think of it as a date then ..''
Brittany stops the moving by placing her feet on the ground. She looks at Santana and smiles sweetly.
''You thought of that as a date?''
''Well ..'' Santana curses herself for blushing ''I think so ..''
''That's cute'' Brittany says smiling, before turning forward again.
''Push me'' she instructs Santana, who does as her wife says.
Must be a funny sight, two grown ups on a swingset, discussing their first date.
But Brittany would never care what people thought of her, and Santana learned from her that she shouldn't care so much either.
''San?''
"Yah"
''I can't remember our first kiss''
Santana laughs ''Just think of that as a very, very good thing''
''Why?'' Brittany glances over her shoulder and frowns. ''Do you remember?''
''Ofcourse I do'' she winks ''But I get that you don't ..''
Brittany chuckles ''Do I even want to know why I don't remember?''
''You were sooo wasted'' Santana laughs. ''Quinn and I had to keep you from ripping of your clothes and giving everyone, -including me and her- a sensual lapdance''
''Nooo'' Brittany whines ''I don't think I want to hear this''
Santana pushes her forward and grins ''Do you really think that would make me stop?''
''You are so bad''
Santana holds the swing still and whispers in Brittany's ear. ''Hmhm .. Reeeally bad''
Brittany rolls her eyes and laughs ''Just keep swinging me, honey''
Santana chuckles ''Just keep swinging, just keep swinging..'' she sings.
''Fish are friends, not food!'' Brittany suddenly shouts, causing Santana to burst out laughing.
''We're so childish, Britt. Do you think we will ever really grow up?''
''Not on my watch'' the blonde grins, but then gets serious. ''I believe you're as old as you feel. Everybody has a happy kid's spirit inside of them, or sometimes it can even be a different person. I believe that only the day you lose that spirit, you start growing old.''
Santana smiles ''Don't let me lose you, Britt. I don't want to grow old yet.''
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