Chapter 35 - Changes

"Here puts these in that box, please."

"Oh and these." Brittany added pulling clothes out of her dresser drawer.

"These ones go in the bag for charity." She said as she pulled out a pair of old jeans she didn't want anymore. She threw them on the bed behind her. "Oh I don't need these anymore." She threw them over her head in the direction of the bed.

"Woah Brittany. Calm down. It's starting to look like a closet exploded in here. Your making more of a mess than anything."

"I can't help it. I'm just excited. I'm moving that's very exciting." Brittany bounced up and down on the balls of her feet.

"It can be."

"It totally is. Aren't you excited for me?" Brittany asked.

There was a pause.

"Quinn?"

"What?"

"I asked if you were excited for me. You're not. Are you?" Brittany said deflating.

"It's not that. It's just. I'm unsure." Quinn whispered.

"Of what?" Brittany said incredulously.

"You. No not you." Quinn shook her head. "Santana." Brittany dropped her head. "Britt this is huge. A big step. It's not something you should take lightly. I want to make sure you know that. It's not like buying a goldfish or something. This is a major decision. Moving in with someone changes everything." She stepped up next to Brittany and placed a hand on her lower back. "Are you 100% sure that you want to do this?"

Brittany raised her head and turned to look at Quinn. She narrowed her brow before nodded her head. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life Quinn."

"Ok then."

"Quinn I don't know why your so worried. Everything's going to be great. You'll see." Brittany moved over to a pile of clothes on the floor next to her dresser and started sorting through them.

"I hope so Britt." Quinn shook her head once. "And yes I am excited that your moving. It's just gonna be a big change-" Quinn trailed off.

"Oh Quinn are you worried that you won't get to see as much of me?" Brittany spun to look in Quinn's direction.

The smaller blonde had he eyes focused on the floor. There was a shake of her head. "No." She said in a whisper. "Maybe." She added.

"Listen Quinn I'm moving not dying." Brittany smiled.

"That's not funny Britt." Quinn chastised.

"You will still get to see me all of the time. Maybe not as regularly but I still live close by and I'm always just a phone call away. And you can come over and visit me and Santana anytime you want." She said giving Quinn a warm smile.

"Yeah. Ok. I just-"

"Don't worry so much Quinn." Brittany cut her off. "Stress isn't good for anybody."

"You're right." Quinn smiled back at Brittany. "I need to relax more."

"True. Chillax Quinn." Brittany joked before an idea came to her. "Actually you should come over tomorrow afternoon. That is if you don't have any plans."

"Tomorrow's Sunday right?" Quinn thought out loud.

"Yep. All day. Santana will probably want to sleep til around noon. But I think you could come by sometime after that. We can all hang out together. Have dinner. I don't know. Something like that."

"Are you sure Santana is going to be ok with that?" Quinn asked not wanting to intrude on the two women.

"Yes. I will talk to her about it later today and then call you with the details. Ok?"

"Ok." Quinn agreed. "Now-" Quinn shifted her focus. "-lets get as much stuff packed up in the next couple of hours as we can. The more we do now the less you have to do another day."

"Sounds good. Can you hand me another box?"


Brittany walked up the stairs to Santana's apartment- their apartment. She reached their floor and moved in the direction their door. "Ugh." Brittany grunted as she fumbled with her keys. A box of clothes under one arm as she tried to unlock the door.

The plan was that Brittany would slowly pack up her apartment and move things as they were packed. They weren't gonna do it all at once- all in one day. So Brittany spent most of her Saturday packing up her bedroom with Quinn's help. And here she was returning to the apartment with one box under her arm.

She leaned the box up against the door pressing into it with her hip as she fumbled to get the correct key for the lock.

The box suddenly slipped and Brittany found herself on the floor on top of the box.

"Holy crap. Are you alright. I'm so sorry."

Brittany looked around realizing what had happened.

"I heard a noise at the door and I thought I would come and check it out. I didn't mean to-"

"I'm fine Santana." Brittany cut her off as she got up off the floor.

"Good. I'm sorry again. I didn't know you were leaning against the door." Santana tried to explain. "I just heard something and-"

Santana couldn't finish her sentence because Brittany had leaned in and pressed their lips together. "Shut up. I said I was fine." Brittany said as she pulled away. She bent over and picked up the now crunched box.

"I hope there wasn't anything fragile in that box." Santana worried.

"Nope just clothes." Brittany replied walking down the hallway towards the bedroom.

Santana followed after the blonde. "Good. I was just getting ready to have dinner. What do you want to eat?"

Brittany shrugged her shoulder still holding the box in her hands. She walked into the bedroom and set the box down in the corner. "Doesn't matter. I'm not that hungry. Whatever you want to make is fine with me."

"Ok. So how did packing go? Did you and Quinn have fun?" Santana asked curiously.

"Fun. No. But it was exciting." Brittany brightened as she turned back in Santana's direction. She wrapped her arms around the brunette pulling her into her body.

"Exciting?" Santana asked.

"Yeah. Well not the actual packing part. That stuff is really boring. But the part where I couldn't help but think about why I was packing and were I was moving to. That was what excited me." Brittany explained.

"Hmm. I'm excited too." Santana mumbled into Brittany's collarbone. Brittany gave Santana a squeeze before pulling away a little so she could look at her face. Santana gave the blonde a perplexed look. "What?" Santana asked when she saw the look on Brittany's face. Somewhere between anxious and apologetic.

"I invited Quinn over tomorrow." Brittany said looking away shyly.

"Oh."

"I know that a probably should have checked with you first but-"

Santana interrupted her with an "It's fine."

"Really?"

"Yes really Britt. She's your best friend. And I need to get to know her. I need to- I don't know. She is important to you, so she is important to me too. It will be good for all of us." Santana paused waiting for Brittany response. When one didn't come she continued. "That is as long as I get all of my beauty rest before she comes over."

Brittany let out a little relieved laugh. "That's what I said." She pulled Santana back in tight to her chest. " I told Quinn that she should come over but after noon so that you can sleep."

"You're perfect." Santana whispered.

Brittany squinted her brow together. "What?" She didn't quite hear what Santana had said.

"I said you are perfect." She said a little louder so she knew Brittany would hear it this time. "I have the perfect girlfriend. A girlfriend who knows me all to well. A girlfriend who thinks about me before anything else. A girlfriend who knows what I want and need."

"Well you know-" Brittany joked. "-I do what I can.

Santana laughed into Brittany's chest as Brittany kissed Santana on the top of the head. "So what time should I tell Quinn to come over." She rested her chin on the top of Santana head as she spoke.

The brunette shrugged. "Don't know. I probably want to sleep til noon like you said and then I'll want so alone time with you. So how about 2 or 3."

"That sounds good to me."

Santana didn't know what Brittany had in mind for the day tomorrow. "What are we going to do tomorrow?" She asked the blonde.

"I told Quinn we could hang out together. Have dinner. I don't know. Watch a movie or something." Brittany shrugged. She didn't have a set plan.

"So I have to make dinner too?" Santana gruffed.

"Or we could go out." The blonde suggested. "It doesn't matter to me. I just thought it would be more comfortable staying in."

"No no. I agree. I can make something." Santana thought about it. "But I'm gonna need your help."

"Anything." She kissed Santana on the top of the head again. "What can I do?"

"If you don't mind. I need you to go grocery shopping. I don't have time to go myself. I can make a list and you could either go tonight or in the morning while I'm sleeping." Santana explained.

"Ok." Brittany answered simply.

"Ok." Santana repeated.


Sunday morning rolled around. Santana was sleeping soundly after a long Saturday night at work. Saturday nights were always the busiest night of the week. They usually also caused the most headaches. Not that work was a headache for her on any other night. It's just that with the craziness of Saturday night it amplified everything. So sleeping in until at least noon on a Sunday was a must.

Brittany never argued with it. She understood. She knew that Santana needed to sleep and that's what she let her do.

While the Latina was busy sleeping Brittany was getting ready for the day ahead. She had taken a shower and gotten dressed. The next things she had to do was contact Quinn and let her know what the plan for the afternoon was. She decided it was simplest to just send her blonde friend a text.

To Quinn: Come by at 3. Santana's gonna make dinner.

Brittany threw her phone in her bag, picked it up, threw it over her shoulder, and moved towards the kitchen. She set her bag down near the front door before going over to the counter and grabbing a bagel. She looked around searching for something.

She spotted the piece of paper picked it up and looked it over.

Her plan was to go down to the studio. Brittany wanted to work on her new routine. Work out all of the kinks. Perfect it. And Sunday morning was the perfect time to do it too. After she finished that she would go to the store and pick up the items on the list Santana had made. She could do both of those things and still be back before Santana woke up.

She lifted the bagel to her mouth taking a bite out of it as she moved towards the door. She put the list in her bag and threw it over her shoulder again, grabbed her keys and with that she was out the door.


Brittany unlocked the door and stepped into the apartment as quietly as possible. She set her gym bag down next to the door and walked into the kitchen with the two grocery bags. After setting them down on the counter Brittany opened the refrigerator and put the items in there that needed to be chilled. She left the rest of the groceries in the bags on the counter.

She slipped her shoes and coat off setting them next to the front door and tip-toed down the hallway to the bedroom. She opened the closed the door silently. The blonde looked over at the bed. Santana sleeping snuggled up cozily under the covers. Brittany crossed the room and lowered herself down gently onto the bed as to not wake Santana.

Brittany slid her body up behind Santana's wrapping an arm around her mid-section. Santana stirred slightly at the contact but didn't wake up. A smile spreading across Brittany's features as Santana snuggled instinctively backwards into the blonde.

Brittany laid there with Santana for a few minutes just enjoying the feeling of being able to do so.

The blonde kissed Santana on the back of her neck. And then again below her ear before whispering in it. "Baby, it's time to wake up." She kissed Santana again. "Santana." She coaxed trying to wake the brunette.

The Latina stirred slowly waking from her slumber. As she returned to consciousness she recognized a warmth surrounding her that she knew was a beautiful blonde woman- her beautiful blonde woman.

"Time to get up, babe." She heard Brittany whisper. Santana groaned wanting to get more sleep. "It's 12:30." Brittany said a little louder knowing that Santana was awake.

"More sleep." Santana's voice was hoarse and deep from sleep.

"But Quinn's gonna be here at 3." Brittany reminded her.

"Mmm don't care." Santana's arm moved out from under the covers to rest on top of Brittany's arm that was around her stomach. Her fingers tangling together with the blondes. "This is nice." The brunette said in a whisper.

Brittany let out a little giggle at Santana. "It is. But you should probably get up and take a shower- just a suggestion- you know start your day."

Santana didn't say anything right away. Brittany thought maybe she had fallen back asleep. Just when Brittany was about to see if that was the case Santana spoke again. "I have a suggestion."

"Oh yeah?"

"Mmhmm." Santana hums. "You get your sexy ass under these covers and cuddle with me properly."

Brittany rolled her eyes. "Santana Quinn's coming over this afternoon."

"You keep saying that."

"We can't stay in bed all day." Brittany reasoned.

"I know that. Just another half hour. I wanna get my cuddle on with my girlfriend." Santana explained her intentions. "Please." She added.

Brittany couldn't argue with that. She slid her hand out from under Santana's and shifted around. She stood up next to the bed and removed her sweatpants before climb back into bed this time under the blankets with Santana. She leaned over to see Santana's face. The brunette had a pleased smirk plastered on her face. Brittany kissed the corner of her mouth before resting back down on her side. She nestled in behind Santana resuming their previous position only this time it was much more intimate. "Better?" The blonde asked.

"Much." Santana sighed contently. "Thank you."

Brittany smiled nestling her face against the pillow. Thirty minute and they would have to get up. But for now it was just the two of them. Nothing else mattered. The world outside didn't matter. It didn't matter that her friend would be coming over later. All that mattered was the woman wrapped up in her arms. Knowing that Brittany closed her eyes and let the peacefulness wash over herself.


Bang. Bang. Bang.

"Brittany."

Brittany sit up and looked around. Santana was sleeping next to her.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Brittany eyes widened. She whipped her head around to look at the clock. "3:09. Shit." She thought to herself.

"Brittany. Are you home?" She barely heard a familiar voice say.

Brittany reached over and shook Santana gently. "Santana get up. Quinn's here."

Santana rolled over and blinked her eyes open. "What time is it?" She asked sleepily.

Brittany looked at the clock again. "3:10. Quinn's at the door."

"Well maybe you should go answer it then." Santana smirked at Brittany.

The realization flashed across Brittany's face a second before she threw the covers off of herself and jumped out of bed. She ran across the room and swung the bedroom door open.

Santana watched as the blonde ran out of the room and down the hall in a rush. Smiling and shaking her head at Brittany's hurry.

She ran though the apartment finally making it to the front door.

Bang. Bang. Ba-

The door swung open and Quinn's hand stilled in the air in mid-knock.

"Brittan-"

"Quinn." Brittany gasped out slightly out of breath from rushing to the door.

"Yes. Were you expecting someone else? We agreed to 3 o'clock remember?"

"Sorry. I do remember." Brittany shook her head trying to focus. "How'd you get here?" She shook her head again. "No. I mean how did you get in the building? You need a key to do that."

"Well-" Quinn looked into the apartment past Brittany curiously. "-I was ringing your apartment number but didn't get any answer. You must not have heard it." She looked Brittany over. "Eventually someone came out of the building and that's when I came in and came up to your door." Quinn looked past her again as something caught her eye.

"Oh. No I didn't hear it sorry." Brittany apologized.

"Hi Quinn." Santana said nonchalantly as she entered the kitchen in one of Brittany's sweatshirt and her underwear. Brittany turned to see what Santana was doing and then turned back to Quinn.

Quinn's eyes widened in realization. She looked from Santana to Brittany and raised an eyebrow at the blonde.

"What's wrong Quinn?" Brittany asked.

The shorter blonde shook her head and let out a short chuckle. "Am I interrupting?"

"What?" Brittany said confused.

Quinn pointed to Brittany. Brittany looked down at herself. Only wearing a t-shirt and her underwear. She blushed and pulled at the bottom of her shirt trying to cover her thighs. She looked down at the floor. "No. Actually we were just sleeping."

"Sure you were." Quinn retorted.

Brittany looked up to meet Quinn's eyes. "No. Seriously. We were sleeping. I must have fallen asleep. Santana tricked me." She spun around searching for where the brunette was in the room.

They made eye contact and Santana just shrugged. "Are you going to let Quinn in?" She asked. Brittany nodded and stepped away from the door so Quinn could step inside closing the door behind her. "Maybe you should go find your pants." Santana suggested. "And find some for me too so Quinn doesn't get to uncomfortable here." She winked at Quinn making the woman blush.

Brittany rushed back down the hall to the bedroom and threw on her sweatpants and dug through the dresser finding a pair for Santana to wear.

"So what was that about?" Quinn asked as Santana opened the fridge to get a bottle of water.

Santana shrugged. "Water?" She asked the blonde.

"No thanks I'm fine for now."

"I convinced Brittany to climb back in bed with me. Saying that we would only lay there until like one o'clock. But I guess we must have fallen asleep." She shrugged again trying to explain it. "Sorry."

"Don't apologize. If that's all it was. I thought for a second there that-"

"Here's some sweatpants babe." Brittany announced holding out the item for Santana to take.

Santana put the cap back on her water. "Thanks but I think I will take these and go take a shower if that's ok with the both of you."

Brittany and Quinn nodded in unison.

"Ok see use guys in a little bit." She gave Brittany a peck on the cheek as she passed by her.

Brittany and Quinn looked at each other not sure what to do or say next. "Sorry." Brittany whispered out. Quinn shook her head. The whole interaction was definitely awkward. "Want something to drink, water maybe?" Brittany said as she moved towards the refrigerator. Quinn tilled her head back and let out a loud laugh. "What?" Brittany asked.

Quinn shook her head. A hand around her stomach gripping her side as she laughed. "You two. I can't even." She said once her roaring laugh had died down to just a giggle.

"Can't what?" Brittany didn't understand.

"Santana just asked me if I wanted water." She laughed a little harder again.

"Oh." Brittany breathed out. "So no water then?"

"No." Quinn laughed.

Bam there's chapter 35