They ate peanut butter toast and drank fancy espressos in tiny cups. The whole scene was very 1950s. Santana reading a trashy periodical while Brittany smiled at her from across the dining table in the cosy breakfast nook area of the kitchen. Throw in a pipe and a tweed coat and they were a regular Ozzie and Harriet.

Santana sipped her coffee. Unsure of what made her heart race more, the caffeine or all the things she was thinking of doing to Brittany if she ever got her on this table. Peanut butter is a pretty versatile spread. She licked the foam off her lips and admired how Brittany lifted her pinkie every time she sipped her espresso. It was so damn cute. Everything about her commanded her attention. The effortless tangle of bed hair that framed Brit's face perfectly, the way she smiled at her own thoughts, and that skin . . .

soft . . . firm . . .

Her body was buzzing all over. She could feel it all the way through to her fingertips . . . wait . . . her fingertips really were buzzing. She glanced across the table and realized that Brittany's phone was the culprit. Her bedazzled cellular device was lighting up skittering clockwise from the force of the vibrations. Brittany took one look at the phone and smiled a smile that made Santana's heart sink.

She knew that look. Like any other American movie goer she had been trained thoroughly in the formula of run-of-the-mill "romantic comedy" film. This would have been the part of the movie where the leading man/women gets all mushy over their newly found love interest. Santana never bothered watching that smut because the overwhelming "goody-goody" bull shit always made her feel like puking or punching someone in the face. Usually both.

"It's Devin!" Brittany announced.

Devin? Who the fuck is that!

Brittany smiled at Santana as if she was supposed to know who this person was. This person who seemed to make Brittany smile all . . . shit! Jealousy was not something Santana could hide very well and right now it was coursing through her veins like lava. She could feel every inch of her body warming from the increased beat of her heart. If it wasn't for her dark skin she'd look like a radish right now. Her eyes were bent in forced excitement and her mouth was preoccupied with chewing on a piece of toast. If she didn't preoccupy herself she was afraid of clenching her jaw enough to chip a tooth.

"It's Devin a guy I work with at the shelter," Brittany explained, "He said he was going to miss me today because I'm not working."

Santana tried hard to keep it together. Nod and smile that's all you have to do. You know all you'd have to do was walk over there and ram your tongue down her throat to get her to forget about this go so ju-

The phone vibrated again and Brittany pounced on it. Santana watched in agony as Brittany read the messages on the phone, smiled, and began tapping away a response. Santana decided it was time to get out of there.

She got up from the table and put her dishes in the sink. Not that it was necessary, she wanted to see if Brittany would even notice. But there she was lost in her own little world with a boy. A boy on the other end of a phone. A phone Santana wished had a chord so she could string him up by his toes with it. Brittany was so enthralled with the electronic exchange that she didn't even notice Santana had left the table. She had gone up stairs to collect her things and there she was. Sipping her espresso and eyeballing her phone. Paying no mind to the empty chair directly across from her.

"I'll see you on, Friday," Santana said from the archway leading into the breakfast nook.

Brittany finally looked across the table and realized Santana's absence. She seemed to be confused for all of two seconds before the phones vibrations stole away her attention once more. Santana had had enough, but stood in the doorway for a few moments more, "Make sure you get there at 10, we want to leave early."

Brittany nodded as she typed away on her keypad. Santana rolled her eyes and exited the house. Looked like she was preparing herself for the role of the unrequited lover in this sappy summer romance. If she ever met this Devin character it might turn into a summer slasher flick.

Habeeb had shown up promptly at 10am which was little less than Santana could say for her fellow road trippers. Kurt and Blaine showed up at 9 a.m because they got into an argument with a barista over the difference between a mocha latte and mocha choca latte or something. She couldn't remember the jumbled names. Kurt tended to speak like Daffy Duck in fast forward when he was excited about things.

The time was now 10:35am and Brittany was no where to be found. She had not spoken to her since that Tuesday morning at breakfast. Despite being aware of her handicap of telling time she hadn't called to see where she was. A part of her hoped that she would be so late that they'd all just leave without her. She'd been having second thoughts about bringing her along. Maybe Kurt and Blaine asking her along was fate's way of saying that she needed to move on.

Santana decided to play one more game of Tetris on her phone before announcing their departure.

"Who's that?" Kurt asked.

Santana looked at Kurt who was staring off into the distance. Brittany's car had just pulled around the corner and parked along the curb a few blocks up from Santana's house. There was someone else in the passenger seat.

Blaine joined Kurt in examining the figure from afar, "I think its a guy."

And that's exactly who it was. A guy. A guy with dirty blonde hair, washboard abs, and good taste. He was wearing fancy polo shirt, board shorts and sandals. They all watched as he assisted with unloading luggage from the back seat. Brittany smiled at him as they walked over. He seemed to be in the middle of some witty banter tirade.

"He's cute." Habeeb commented.

Santana, Blaine, and Kurt looked over at the driver who went back to playing an app on his iPhone.

Blaine and Kurt kept grinning and watched Brittany and the guy finish their approach.

"Hi guys." Brittany said as they finally reached the car. "This is Devin." She motioned to the guy and he smiled politely at everyone.

Devin. Of course. Santana didn't know who else she should have been expecting. She thought quickly avoiding the situation by pretending to play on her phone. She could feel eyes on her as Brittany halted her introduction. "Santana, aren't you going to say hi to my friend Devin?"

Santana looked up from her phone briefly. Devin seemed to be unfazed by her cold demeanor reaching out for a handshake. Santana didn't even look at his hand. She just glanced into his baby blue eyes for a second and continued what she was doing. Everyone brushed off the bitchy moment and began entering the limo. Everyone except Kurt who lingered a bit with the door open.

He was studying her. "You coming?" He asked with a curious smile. He seemed to be the only one who had picked up on her sudden discomfort. If anyone knew her mood swings it was him. She had taken out her wrath on him more than once before, if anyone could see her unwinding at the seems it would be him.

Santana composed herself and looked Kurt in the face. "I think I'll sit upfront, it's a little crowded back there."

Kurt nodded and smiled before getting into the limo and shutting the door. Santana settled into the car next to Habeeb who was a little surprised. Santana buckled in her seat belt. "Let's get on the road, Habeeb."

Habeeb nodded and started the car, beginning their journey to Cleavland. The chatter from the back of the limo was pretty loud as the foursome got acquainted. Santana began searching for the divider switch. "There," Habeeb pointed to a small bottom on the center console. Santana pushed it and the front of the car became silent. She let out a sigh of relief and finally relaxed.

Habeeb glanced frequently at her and at the road. "You okay?"

Santana nodded, "I just need to sleep a little bit, I'm tired."

Habeeb went back to focusing on the drive, "He's not really that cute."

They didn't look at each other but Santana smiled, she still felt uneasy though. Two days of watching Brittany get fussed over by some stupid boy. It was going to be the hardest thing she ever did. She could feel her cheeks get flush. She felt warm liquid slide down the surface of her right cheek and wiped it away before Habeeb could notice.

The cascading blur of scenery was the only thing that could take her mind off of things. She rested her head against the door of the limo and decided to sleep as much as she could. Hopefully her dreams could save her from her thoughts.