Chapter 15 - Plans
"Hello"
"Hi Britt."
"Oh Hi mom. I'm on my way to work. What's up?"
"Not to much. I wanted to call about Thanksgiving. You're planning on coming home to visit. Right?"
"Yes I do every year. This year is no different."
"Ok good I was just making sure. I am trying to get a head count so I know how much to make for Thanksgiving dinner."
"Ok. What if I brought someone with me? Well I haven't asked them yet so I don't know if they would come with me. But could I bring them. That would be ok?" Brittany asked her mother.
"Yes of course it's ok. The more the merrier. So are you gonna tell me who this mystery person is or what?"
"Um- my girlfriend."
"Brittany you didn't tell me you were dating anyone. I want details." Her mother demanded.
"Not dating. Well we went on like three dates and then I asked her to be my girlfriend."
"Wow B she must really be special then."
"Oh she sure is. Can I tell you about her another time I'm at work now."
"Sure but I want a full report. Let me know if she will be coming with you. I am going grocery shopping next week so I need to know by Monday. Ok?"
"Ok mom but Thanksgiving is two weeks away aren't you getting a little ahead of yourself?"
"You can never by too prepared for a big event like Thanksgiving. I'll talk to you later Britt. Love you. Bye."
"Say hi to dad and Liz for me. Love you too. Bye."
Brittany entered the studio and set her duffle bag down in the corner and went into her office. She had 20 minutes before her class started so she started some paperwork. She had gotten to the bills when her phone vibrated on the desk next to her.
"Hello." She answered.
"Hey Britt. When does your last class get done today?"
"Six o'clock. Why?"
"How about you come over to my place when you're done with work. I will make you dinner."
"Santana you don't have to do that for me. We can go out to eat somewhere or something. You don't need to cook for me."
"You don't have a choice. It seems like you are always doing things for me and I want to return the favor. Even the playing field so to speak."
"But-"
"No buts. It's settled. I will cook dinner and tonight will be all about you. Just get that cute butt over here when you're done. Alright?"
"Ok. If you insist."
"Ok so I'll see you tonight. Bye Britt."
"Bye."
Brittany hung up the phone and ran her hands over her face. Seems like everyone's wants something from me today. Ugh. It's mentally exhausting. Maybe I could ask Santana about coming home with me for Thanksgiving tonight. Seeing as my mom wants an answer right away. She's really has a lot of anxiety when it comes to planning Thanksgiving dinner. If she would just relax she'd see that everything works just as well that way. Brittany was brought out of her thoughts by the bell on the studio door indicating that someone was there for class. She got up from her desk and got ready for class.
Santana stood in the kitchen browning the meat for dinner. She had just returned from the grocery store with what she needed to make dinner. She had a nice relaxing evening planned for the two of them.
Brittany had finished at the studio and was on her way to Santana's apartment. She was tired from work and the fact that her mom wanted an answer about Thanksgiving asap was nagging on her mind. She couldn't wait to get to Santana's apartment and get something to eat and relax the rest of the day. She arrived at Santana's building and rang her door number. Santana buzzed her in almost immediately. When she got to Santana apartment she knocked on the door. "It's open." She heard through the door. She turned the knob and entered the apartment.
"Hey babe." Santana said as Brittany shut the door.
"Hey you too." Brittany said taking off her coat and shoes. She walked up behind Santana and wrapped her arms around the girls waist embracing her. She kissed Santana's shoulder and then craned her neck to see her face. Santana turned her head to look at Brittany and placed a kiss on her lips. "Mhhh." Brittany hummed into the kiss. When they broke the kiss she said. "You taste good. Whatcha cooking?"
"I have to admit that I'm not a good cook so I'm making tacos." She said with a smile hoping that Brittany would be okay with simple tacos.
"Oh well you're in luck I happen to like tacos. I'm sure that your tacos will taste delicious." She said with a wink and a smirk.
Santana smacked Brittany's arm with her hand while she said. "Brittany! You're dirty."
"What?" She said with a shrug and stepped away from the brunette. "So when are we eating I'm starving."
"Just a few more minutes. Why don't you go have a seat on the couch until it's ready."
"Ok." Brittany moved over to the couch and took a seat putting her feet up on the coffee table in front of her. Santana finished browning the meat and added the sauce. She got out all the fixings that go on tacos. Cheese, lettuce, tomato, sour cream ect. Laying it all out on the counter before getting out two plates and some silverware.
"Hey Britt what do you want to drink with dinner?" She asked the blonde.
"Do you have milk? I could really go for a nice tall glass of milk."
"Yep. I'll get it. You can come make yourself a plate. It's ready." Santana instructed.
"Hey Santana my mom called me today. I kinda told her about you." She said will fixing her tacos.
"What do you mean kinda?" She asked not sure what Brittany meant.
"Well I said I had a girlfriend but that was about it. I didn't tell her anything about you. I was at work and I had to go but I told her I would tell her another time."
"Ok so she is ok with me being your girlfriend."
"Of course. You don't need to worry about that. My parents are open to whatever as long as I'm happy they don't care who I'm with." Brittany explained sitting down at the table to eat.
"Oh ok good."
Santana fixed herself a couple of tacos and sat down at the table with Brittany. "So why did your mom call you never said." She asked the blonde curiously.
"Oh um- she wanted to make sure I was still coming home for Thanksgiving."
"Oh." Santana said looking at Brittany with a blank stare. She hadn't thought about Thanksgiving or what Brittany's plans for the holiday might be.
"Yeah every year I go home for Thanksgiving and visit the fam. I usually leave on Wednesday around noon. I rent a car and drive all afternoon getting to my parents house in the evening. And I come back to New York Sunday afternoon."
"Where are you from again?" She asked the blonde not remembering where Brittany had told her she was from.
"A suburb of Pittsburg."
"Oh right. Well that should be fun for you." She said a little defeated that she didn't have a family she could go home to.
"Yeah. But I wanted to ask you if you would come with me. You could meet my family. My parents and my sister. And on Thanksgiving the whole family comes over my aunts and uncles and cousins. It's fun."
"Well I don't know. I'm sure its fun for you but I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable interrupting your family event. Plus isn't it kinda soon for me to meet your parents and well any of your family for that matter."
"No I don't think so. I would love it if you came with me. I know my family will love you."
"You can't possibly know that Britt."
"I do know it. I know they'll love you. Cause I love you." She gave Santana a huge smile hoping it would persuade her to say yes.
"I don't think it's a good idea. Plus I have to work that Friday and Saturday night. Maybe I could come with you another time but not now. I can't." She ended the conversation and took a bite of her taco.
"Ok I guess I'll just tell my mom that you're not coming with me. She'll be disappointed." Brittany slumped her shoulders and continued with her dinner.
"I'm sorry babe. I just can't. Another time ok."
Brittany shrugged her shoulders to say whatever. This is not how Santana envisioned the night going. Brittany had surprised her with all this Thanksgiving talk and now the blonde was disappointed in her for not saying yes. She wanted to make sure Brittany had an easy relaxing evening and this way definitely not easy or relaxing. She thought she would make dinner for the blonde and then they would maybe sit down and watch some ridiculous tv show. Maybe she would give Brittany a massage or they would just sit on the couch snuggled together. She needed a way to turn the evening around.
Santana got up from the table and put her empty plate in the sink. "Britt are you done? Can I take your plate for you?" She asked politely.
"No I think I will have another taco." She got up and went to where the taco toppings were.
Santana walked up behind Brittany at rested her chin on the blondes shoulder watching what she was doing. "Can I help?"
Brittany scrunched her brow together. "No I got it."
Santana picked up some lettuce with her finger tips. "You sure?" She said and flung the lettuce at Brittany giggling afterwards.
"Santana." Brittany said sternly and spun around to face the Latina.
"What?" Santana giggled while pinning Brittany against the counter with her body. She reached under Brittany's arm and grabbed some more lettuce pulled her hand back and flicked it in Brittany's face. Brittany tried her hardest to force a smile from taking over her face but she couldn't. She smiled at Santana and shook her head back and forth.
Santana smiled back at her and took a step back away from the blonde. She grabbed the bowl of lettuce and dumped it over Brittany's head letting out a hearty laugh. "You asked for it." Brittany said spinning around grabbing a handful of cheese and throwing it at the brunette. Santana giggled as some of the cheese hit her in the face and fell down her tank top. She reached out with one finger and swiped it through the sour cream. She lifted her hand towards Brittany's face with a finger covered in sour cream. Brittany saw it coming and grabbed Santana's wrist before she could reach her face. The blonde took her other hand and wrapped it around Santana's hand turning it towards the brunette. Santana was looking at her own finger covered in sour cream inching closer to her own face. She pulled her head as far back from her finger as possible. But Brittany released one hand from Santana's wrist and put it around the Latinas back pulling her closer. Santana put her free hand against Brittany chest trying to keep the distance between them. It was a losing battle Brittany was stronger and had longer arms. She pulled Santana just close enough so she could wipe Santana's own sour cream covered finger across her face. Once she had succeeded Brittany released her grip on Santana and ran across the room to the opposite side of the table.
"You- you" Santana stammered before running across the room chasing after Brittany. They ran around the table a couple of times before Santana suddenly stopped. Brittany stopped too. Neither one wanted to be the first to move. Santana flinched like she was gonna run again but didn't. Brittany saw her flinch and ran around the room back to the kitchen where the taco toppings were sitting. Santana ran after her. Brittany grabbed the cheese and flung it in Santana's direction as she was running at her. Brittany burst out in a fit of giggles at the sight of the other girl. Santana had cheese in her hair and down her shirt and stuck to the sour cream on her face.
Santana grabbed the sour cream. "Oh you think that's funny. How do you like this?" Santana cornered Brittany in the kitchen. Actually Brittany wasn't putting up much of a fight at this point. Santana dipped her fingers in the sour cream and smeared it all over Brittany's face. Running her fingers down the blondes neck and across her chest that had been exposed by her tank top. Santana pulled her fingers off of Brittany's chest and put them in her mouth to suck off the rest of the sour cream.
Brittany followed Santana's every move with her eyes. When Santana stuck her fingers in her mouth Brittany couldn't contain the tiny moan that escaped her lips. Brittany put both hers hands on Santana's hips and pulled her closer until their bodies were flush against each other. As soon as Santana pulled her fingers out of her mouth Brittany leaned in and kissed her wrapping her hands around the smaller girls back.
Santana squirmed in her grip as soon as their faces brushed together. "Brittany" Santana whined in between kisses. "Hmm." Brittany hummed into Santana's mouth. Santana tried to pull away but Brittany held her tight. "Britt" Santana tried again when she took a breath. Brittany finally pulled back. "Hmm" she hummed at the brunette raising an eyebrow at her as well.
"You were getting sour cream all over my face." Santana complained.
"You already had sour cream on your face." Brittany reminded her. She took a finger and swiped it across Santana cheek through the sour cream. She put it in her mouth and licked it clean. She turned around and tore a sheet of paper towel off the roll and brought it up to Santana face wiping it clean. "Better?" She asked.
"I little but I'm still covered in cheese. It's even in my shirt." She whined and pouted.
"I could help with that." Brittany wiggled her eyebrows at the brunette.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah. Come with me." She took Santana's hand and led her to the bathroom. She pulled the shower curtain back. "Get in." She told Santana.
"With my clothes on?" She questioned the blonde.
"Yes. Trust me." Santana stepped in the shower and Brittany followed her. Once in the shower Brittany reached down to the hem of Santana's shirt. Taking it and pulling her shirt up over her head. Both girls giggled as cheese fell everywhere from the shirt. Brittany shook out the shirt in the shower before throwing it on the floor. Next she reached down and unbuttoned Santana's jeans and pulled down the zipper. She put her fingers through the belt loops and pulled the jeans down so they were around Santana's ankles.
Santana put one hand on Brittany's shoulder to steady herself before stepping out of her jeans. Brittany stood back up shaking out the jeans the same way she had done with her shirt and threw them on the floor. Santana pulled on the bottom of Brittany's shirt and then lifted it up the blondes chest. Brittany grabbed the shirt pulled it the rest of the way off and discarded it on the floor. While she was pulling her shirt off Santana had pulled her sweatpants down so they were now around her ankles. She stepped out of them and undid her bra at the same time. Brittany bent down and picked up her sweatpants with her bra in hand and threw them on the floor with the pile of accumulating clothes.
Santana was standing there just watching her movements. Brittany reached around behind Santana and unhooked her bra sliding it off the Latinas arms. Both of them were standing there in just there panties. Brittany switched places with Santana and turned on the shower. Santana took off her panties. Brittany took the shower head in one hand and Santana's arm in the other pulling the girl closer to her. She let the water rain down over Santana washing away any remaining cheese from her body.
Santana just stood there letting the water fall over her. She didn't say anything. Brittany took the shampoo squirting some in her hand and rubbed it into Santana's hair. She rinsed it out and did the same with the conditioner. After that she took the bar of soap lathered it up with her hands and rubbed it across Santana's back and then moved to her chest. She hesitated a moment at Santana's breast but got a nod of approval from the brunette before continuing to wash her chest and then finally moving down and washing the girls stomach. The whole time Santana just stood there and watching as Brittany washed her. Brittany took the shower head and rinsed all the soap suds off before turning the shower off and stepping out. She got a towel and wrapped it around Santana. "You ok?" Brittany asked Santana trying to figure out why she was so silent and timid.
Santana nodded. "Yeah." She said shakily. Santana was caught up in her own head. What is wrong with me? Why did I freeze up in there? It's not like we haven't seen each other naked or anything. I just stood there like an idiot. I've never felt so exposed in my entire life. What is this girl doing to me? This shit is scary. Is this what it feels like to fall in love with someone. There is this amazing beautiful women standing in front of me who is in love with me. What the hell.
"Santana." Brittany pulled her from her thoughts. "How about we put some jammies on and snuggle up in bed and watch tv." She said as she got a towel and wiped the rest of the sour cream from her face and her chest.
"Ok. Great." Santana agrees.
They move into the bedroom to find some clothes. Brittany got dressed first and went over to the bed and pulled the covers back and hopped in. She held the covers up for Santana to get under. Santana snuggled into Brittany's side wrapping an arm around her waist and resting her head on the blondes chest. Brittany in turn wrapped her arm around Santana's back resting her hand on the girls hip. Brittany turned on the tv and they settled in to watch an episode of Grey's Anatomy. They were both asleep before the hour show finished.
