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Second here is another chapter. Enjoy.
Chapter 23 - Grilled Cheese Fiasco
Santana had left to run her morning errands in the hope that she would be back by lunchtime. While Santana was out Brittany decided to do a little work. She moved to the living room looking for her music. She bent over digging through a bag looking for a certain cd. When she didn't find it in that bag she moved to search through another one. But the pain in her side was too much so she slumped over and sat on the floor instead. The cd wasn't in that bag either so she moved to the next one. She looked inside. "Ah there you are." She breathed out finding it right on the top.
Brittany placed her right palm to the floor in an attempt to push herself to her feet. With a pained groan Brittany made it to her feet and moved towards the bedroom. She popped the cd in the cd player and hit play. She went and sat on the edge of the bed and closed her eyes. As she listened to the music play through the speakers she envisioned herself dancing about in her studio. Imagining each step and each movement. The song finished and started over again. She listened to the song over and over and over again until she had pieced together a whole choreography to go with the music.
She slowly leaned back until her back hit the mattress running through the chorography one more time before feeling satisfied with what she had worked out in the mind. She opened her eyes looking up at the ceiling. I'm hungry. What time is it? The blonde thought to herself. She turned her head and looked over at the clock on the nightstand. 12:30 Santana said she would be back by now.
Brittany got up off the bed and turned the music off before walking out of the bedroom towards the kitchen. She opened the fridge looking for something to eat. Brittany took out a pack of cheese slices and then looked for the bread. Upon finding it she set it on the counter next to the cheese. Grilled Cheese I can do this.
She looked around the kitchen in search of a skillet to cook her grilled cheese in. She opened a few cabinets before spotting one. With her right hand Brittany reached up to grab the skillet stretching out her torso. A sudden pain shot through Brittany abdomen ribs and chest. Brittany clenched her teeth and grimaced at the pain. She put the skillet down on the counter and let out the breath she didn't realized she was holding.
The blonde had no idea making grilled cheese was going to prove so difficult. She pulled her left arm in until her cast touched her stomach and then breathed in and out a couple of times until the pain passed. Once the pain returned to the regular dull ache that it usually was she slid the skillet over to the stove and put in the burner. She turned the stovetop on and let the skillet heat up.
Brittany took two slices of bread out of the package and placed them on the counter. "Butter." Brittany said out loud forgetting that she needed to butter her bread before cooking it. She opened the fridge and took out the butter. She reached for the drawer with the silverware and took out a knife. The blonde buttered the knife and proceeded to butter the bread. She successfully butter the first piece of bread. The second piece proved more of a challenge. Brittany wasn't able to spread the fingers of her left hand due to the cast making it difficult to hold the toast in place. She got some butter on the knife and started buttering the bread but her grip slipped and with the motion of the knife the piece of bread ended up on the floor. "Crap." Brittany said under the breath and dropped her head in frustration.
She bent over and picked up the bread and set it on the countertop. She decided she would throw it away later. She got another piece of bread out of the loaf this time successfully buttering this piece. Brittany unwrapped to slices of cheese and put them on the piece of bread before closing the two together. She put the sandwich in the skillet not bothering with the butter spots that were left on the countertop.
Brittany searched the drawer for a spatula. When she found one she made her way back over to the stove. She wrapped the fingertips of her left hand around the handle of the skillet as best as she could. With her right hand Brittany used the spatula to flip the grilled cheese sandwich. One side done. One side to go. Brittany thought as she waited for the sandwich to cook.
The blonde set down the spatula and got herself a glass and went to the fridge and pulled out the gallon of milk grunting at the weight. She somehow manage to lift the gallon long enough to pour herself a glass of milk. Brittany quickly put the milk back in the fridge and moved back over to the stove.
She picked up the spatula one more time and looked at her grilled cheese trying to determine if it was done or not. She slid the sandwich around in the skillet a little. Brittany figured the only way to see if it was done or not was to flip it one more time. She slid the spatula under the sandwich with force. To much force though. The sandwich and the skillet shifted with her movements. Before Brittany could do anything to stop it both the skillet and the sandwich were on the floor. "Shit." Brittany yelled out as the skillet crashed into the floor. Brittany sighed out in frustration of not being able to perform a simple task. "I hate this. Why is everything so hard?" She said as a few tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.
Brittany turned the burner off on the stovetop before putting the bread cheese and butter back in the refrigerator. Brittany gave up on her meal and went and sat at the kitchen table. She buried her face in her hands as tears overflowed from her eyes.
Brittany didn't know how long she had been sitting at the table when she heard a noise. It was the sound of a key turning in the lock of the apartment door. She knew it was Santana but she didn't bother to look up to confirm it. She was ashamed of her current state. Crying over spilled grilled cheese.
Santana entered the apartment with her hands full. "Sorry I'm late. I made a couple extra stops." She yelled through the apartment assuming Brittany was in the bedroom. She quickly shut the door and locked it before turning around. When she did turn around she was hit with the sight of a visible upset Brittany sitting at the table with her head in her hands. "Britt what are you doing out of bed?" Santana asked as she set down what she had in her hands on the table. Brittany just shook her head. "What's wrong?" Santana asked finally reaching the blonde and putting a comforting hand on her back.
Brittany took her face from her hands and turned towards Santana who was standing next to her. She buried her face in Santana's shirt. The blonde slowly wrapped her arms around Santana waist pulling the brunette closer to her. "I tried to make lunch." Brittany mumbled into Santana's stomach as she started crying harder.
Santana placed her left hand on the back of Brittany's head and held her against her body. She looked around the room to try and figure out what Brittany was talking about. That's when she saw it- the mess on the floor. Santana rubbed Brittany's back with her other hand. "It's alright babe." She said in an attempt to calm the blonde. "How about I make some lunch for the both of us." Brittany nodded against Santana's belly. "You gotta let go of me first." She said with a little giggle. Brittany unwrapped her arms from around Santana. She brought her right hand up to her face to wipe away the tears.
Santana squatted down in front of Brittany so that she could look into her eyes. She brought her hand up to cup the blondes face. She rubbed her thumb over her cheek wiping away tears that were there. "Now what were you making?" She asked the blonde.
"Grilled cheese." Brittany said with a sniffle.
"Ok do you still want grilled cheese?" Brittany nodded her head up and down. "Ok I'll get this cleaned up and make us some grilled cheese." She kissed Brittany on the nose and stood up to start.
Brittany sat up and sat back against the back of the chair trying to collect herself. The next thing Brittany heard was a loud thud followed by "Ow." She turned her head to see Santana on her back on the floor. "What the fuck." Santana groaned out.
"Oh my god. Are you ok?" Brittany asks standing up from the chair and moving towards where Santana was on the floor.
"Yeah I'm fine. Don't worry about me. Just go sit back down." Santana pushed herself up so she was leaning on her elbows. She looked around for an explanation as to why she fell on her ass. Not being able to figure it out. As long as she was on the floor Santana picked up the skillet and the sandwich and reached up and set them on the counter.
Brittany pulled the chair out away from the table facing it towards the counter and stove and sat down.
Santana rubbed her back before she decided to stand up. She put her palms on the floor to push herself up. She pushed and her left hand slid out from under her causing her back to hit the floor again. "Damn it." She breathed out and looked at her hand. She rubbed her fingers together before bringing them to her nose and smelling them. "What did you do Britt butter the floor?" She said with a grin on her face and looked at Brittany over her shoulder.
Brittany thought about it for a second. "Well not on purpose." She admitted. "I dropped a piece of half buttered bread on the floor. I picked it up and put it on the counter." She pointed to the bread on the counter. "But I didn't wipe up the floor. I didn't think about it actually. I just wanted to make something to eat." She said with another sniffle feeling another round of tears coming realizing Santana falling was her fault. "I'm sorry." She whimpered before tears fell from her eyes once again.
Santana turned over so that she was on her hands and knees. She crawled the few feet over to where Brittany was sitting. She placed her hands on the blondes knees giving them a squeeze. "Brittany look at me." She spoke to the blonde who was staring down at her hands in her lap. Santana took Brittany's hands in hers. That's when Brittany lifted her head to make eye contact with the brunette. "It's not your fault. It was an accident." She gave Brittany a closed mouth smile before continuing. "Accidents happen ok. I'm fine. I'm not hurt." Brittany shook her head back and forth. Santana sighed not know what to say to get Brittany to calm down and stop crying. "Listen can you do something for me?" She asked the blonde. Brittany nodded in return. "Ok will you stop crying because I don't like seeing tears running down that beautiful face of yours. I don't like it when you're sad." She squeezed Brittany's hands before getting to her feet and kissing the blonde on the top of the head.
Santana returned to the buttery mess in the kitchen. She wiped up the butter that was on the floor. She made sure that it wasn't slippery. She didn't want or need Brittany to fall. Frankly she was glad that she was the one that fell because if Brittany had slipped and fell it would have been a lot worse.
Brittany stopped crying shortly after Santana returned to cleaning up the mess. She scanned the room and saw a bag on the table that Santana had brought home with her. Next to the bag was a bouquet of flowers. "Santana?" Brittany said in a weak voice.
"Yeah?"
"Did someone get you those flowers?"
Santana shook her head quickly. "Nope. I got those for my beautiful girlfriend." She looked over her shoulder and winked at Brittany. A smile instantly formed on Brittany's face at the compliment.
"Thank you Santana." Brittany got up and went and picked up the flowers off the table. She smelled the arrangement. "They are beautiful."
"Yep beautiful flowers for my beautiful girlfriend." Santana said with a cheesy grin as she cooked their lunch.
"You can really be a dork sometimes." Brittany teased as she went to the sink and set the flowers down. Santana smiled to herself. She was happy that Brittany seemed to be in a better mood. Now she was really glad that she stopped to pick up the flowers. "Do you have a vase for these?" She asked Santana unsure of where a vase might be located.
"Yeah one sec let me get it." Santana set down the spatula and moved to one of the cabinets in the corner of the kitchen and pulled out a vase and filled it with water. Once the vase was filled Brittany set the flowers in. She carried the vase back over to the table placing it directly in the center.
"Hey Brittany would you get a couple of glasses and plates out for me. The grilled cheese sandwiches will be done any second now." She said to Brittany giving her a warm smile.
"I think I can handle that." Brittany walked over to the cupboard where the plates were and got two out. She set them on the counter next to Santana so she could put the sandwiches on them. Brittany moved around Santana smacking her an the ass playfully as she went by. Santana jumped and giggled at the unexpected hit. Brittany then got a glass out for the Latina. Her glass of milk was still sitting on the counter from earlier. "San what do you want to drink?" She asked looking over in the brunettes direction with a glass in hand.
"Waters fine." Brittany went to the sink and turned on the faucet. She let it run cold for a few second before slipping the glass underneath to fill. Once it was full she took it and grabbed her glass of milk off the counter and brought them both to the table. She sat down at the head of the table and waited for Santana to finish making there sandwiches.
Santana brought over two plates with a grilled cheese sandwich on each. She handed Brittany a plate and sat down. Santana took her sandwich and raised it to her mouth to take a bite. "Can you get the ketchup?" Brittany asked in a quiet voice. Santana set her sandwich down and looked over at Brittany with a raised eyebrow. "Please." Brittany added.
"Of course." Santana stood and clasped her hand on Brittany's shoulder as she stepped by her. Santana returned to the table with the ketchup. "Here you go. Anything else before I sit down again."
Brittany thought on it. "Nope. Thanks babe."
Santana sat down and started eating her sandwich. Brittany squirted some ketchup an her plate before picking up the grilled cheese dipping it in the red blob and bringing it to her mouth. "Mmmh. Santana I think this is the best grilled cheese I've ever had in my entire life." The blonde mumbled with food in her mouth.
"That good huh. I'm no chef but I can make a damn good grilled cheese sandwich." Santana said proudly before taking another bite.
They finished their sandwiches in silence. When Brittany was finished she sat back in her chair and focus her eyes on Santana. The brunette felt Brittany eyes on her after a few seconds. "What?"
"Uh- nothing." Brittany said knowing she had been caught.
"What is it Brittany? I know you want to say something. Just say it." She said trying to get Brittany to spill what she was keeping in.
"It just that- before- when you got home." Brittany paused trying to collect her thoughts before she spoke. Santana nodded to encourage Brittany along. "It's just so embarrassing. I tried to make grilled cheese and I couldn't even do that." Brittany sighed out. "I was frustrated so I was crying. I feel so useless. I can't do anything." She slumped forward in frustration. "And then you came home and said you would clean up the mess and make me another grilled cheese. And then I saw the flowers and you told me I was beautiful. I just don't know what I would do without you."
Brittany leaned forward and took Santana hand in her own. "I was sad and grumpy and you came in and brightened up my day. You know how to make me happy. I feel like the luckiest girl in the world sometimes because I have you." Brittany finished and gave Santana the warmest most lovingly smile she had.
"I'd do anything for you Brittany. And if that means falling on my ass to make you grilled cheese then I will gladly do it any day. All I want to do is make sure that you are happy." Santana brought Brittany's hand up to her lips and gave it a kiss. She set it back down on the table as they gazed lovingly into each others eyes sharing the moment for as long as they could.
Eventually Santana got up from the table. She picked up her plate and then Brittany's. Before bringing them to the sink she kissed Brittany on the top of the head. "Why don't you go rest in the bedroom. I will be there in a minute. I picked up a few things for you while I was out. I'll show them to you just let me clean up these dishes first." Santana made her way over to the sink and rinsed off the plates.
Brittany got up from her chair grimacing in pain. Before going to the bedroom the blonde stopped in the bathroom to take another pain killer.
Santana rinsed the plates and then the glasses before putting them in the dishwasher. She grabbed the bag off the end of table and walked down the hallway to the bedroom.
Can't believe I wrote a chapter focused mostly around a grilled cheese sandwich.
