A/N: So I apologize for the delay. I feel bad, but my job and life in general has just really been kicking my ass this past week. I also got really attached to writing Christmas Brittana and got a little wrapped up in writing a completely unrelated one shot last week that I'll probably put up at some point in the next week. I think the holiday season mixed with the last episode made me want more Christmas Brittana in my life.
Anyway, I didn't feel completely done with this but wanted to get something up. Work is much slower with the holidays so I'll be back to regular updates again! Just a note on the Spanish. I don't speak Spanish but I really wanted to include what she was actually said, so I used Google translate and tried to eyeball it from what little Spanish I do remember from high school, lol. I apologize if it's off, but it was the best I could do. I put what I was going for next to it so you can get the idea.
Thanks for all your kind words and alerts/favorites! Hope you guys enjoy!
Santana opened her mouth and accepted the popcorn that Brittany held up to her face, as she turned the page on the text book she was currently reading, her head comfortably nestled on Brittany's stomach, as Brittany sat up on the bed doing some reading of her own, with a furrowed brow. They lay studying for upcoming midterms in their second semester on a rainy Wednesday evening in March, Sebastian cuddled up on Santana's lap and Ariel snuggled at Brittany's feet.
Rachel knocked on the open door as she stood next to it, causing them both to glance up.
"Well aren't you all just the picture of domesticity?" Santana sighed, turning back to the book and Brittany chuckled, throwing more popcorn into her mouth.
"What's up Rach?"
"I know we've all agreed to dial the organized group date nights back to monthly since we're already together so often and we're all so busy. But things are really picking up with Finn at the academy and my play and well...we're never going to have any time, so I thought you might reconsider at least dinner tonight?" Brittany smiled sadly.
"Sorry Rachel, I have to study. You and I have this Liberal Arts midterm on Friday and I have no time with work and I can't afford to skip out." Santana's eyes wandered from her girlfriend back to Rachel.
"Yeah, I have to study too." Santana shrugged.
"Like you would come without Brittany." Santana just frowned.
"Whatever." she said, going back to her book once more as she scratched under Sebastian's chin.
"Believe me, I'd rather be hanging out with you guys instead of studying." Brittany shrugged.
"Finn has just been so busy this past week with the academy. It's totally exhausting. He had a lighter day today and we were hoping to make the most of it." Brittany frowned sympathetically.
"You still bummed out? It's just the academy."
"I know, but it's a grueling process." she shook her head. "He's off on these long days and traveling so much every day. It would be so much easier if he had a car to use." she said, looking at Santana hopefully who just scowled.
"Yeah, because it turned out SO well last time someone borrowed my car." Rachel looked to the ground.
"I'm still sorry about that Santana and maybe I was in over my head, taking off like that after only a short time here-"
"Maybe?" Santana asked with disbelief.
"But, Finn is an excellent driver and I'm sure he would be much more careful than I would." she said, ignoring her. "I mean he's going to be driving a giant fire truck soon, I'm pretty sure he's capable of handling an Audi."
"No." Santana said firmly. "And believe me the minute Finn gets behind the wheel of a fire truck, I'm staying off the sidewalks in that neighborhood." Brittany couldn't help but giggle.
"Even if you just lent it to him for a couple of days a week-"
"I gave you my answer. Stop pushing." Rachel looked to Brittany pleadingly but she just shrugged. She knew better than to push on a topic like that.
"I'm still disappointed we couldn't take a spring break trip this year." Rachel frowned. "Finn's just can't take any time off for the first 23 weeks that he's in training."
"It's okay, we're going to go next year. I'm totally going to start saving up." Brittany smiled. "Besides, San's parents are coming into town next week for a few days."
"Don't remind me." Santana groaned, letting her book fall on her face in defeat as Brittany kissed her forehead reassuringly and gave Rachel a small smile.
"How's that going? Do you have plans?"
"It's going the way it always does." Santana mumbled from under her book and Rachel looked to Brittany once more for translation.
"She's avoiding her mom's calls." Brittany sighed.
"I talked to her today."
"What?" Brittany asked, lifting the book and looking down. "You didn't mention that." Santana shrugged.
"Not much to mention."
"What did she say?"
"Lots of nonsense about dinners and tourist trap shopping and activities."
"When do they get in?" Rachel asked.
"They're here from next Wednesday evening till Sunday." she responded. "In another words, too long."
"I took off Friday by the way." she said.
"Did you switch?" Santana asked and Brittany nodded and frowned.
"Monday again, but night next week, not day." she said sticking her tongue out.
"Babe, it's totally okay for you to work your Friday, it's your best money night and Monday is a crap shift." Brittany shook her head.
"I know how stressed you get. I'm already leaving you Thursday, not doing it twice." Brittany said, in a tone that left no room for questioning.
"I just feel bad that you're missing out on good money. You're already not working this Sunday."
"You're not working St. Patrick's day?" Rachel asked.
"Don't ask." Brittany waved. "Some stupid workplace crap. It's the one holiday everyone wants to work and I owed a favor from Christmas break so I got bumped."
"You could have said no."
"It's no big deal. I'm still relatively new. I want favors when I really need them." she shook her head. "Anyway, that's besides the point, what's the story with your parents?"
"They get in at like 4 on Wednesday and they want to go to dinner. Is that okay?"
"Whatever you need." she said as she kissed Santana's forehead and it earned her a smile.
"Well, my play is next weekend, if you'd like to bring your parents Friday or Saturday, I'd be happy to give you tickets." Rachel said hopefully and then looked downcast. "Although I understand if you're busy with them and can't attend."
"Rach, we wouldn't miss your play." Brittany smiled and Santana rolled her eyes.
"Best spring break ever." she muttered.
"Well, just let me know what's good for you." she looked at the clock on the cable box. "I guess I better go or I'll be late. Positive you can't come?" she asked once more.
"I wish, but go, spend time with Finn while you get it." Brittany smiled. "Have fun!"
"Thanks." Rachel smiled. "See you guys later." Brittany watched Rachel walk away and waited until she heard the front door shut and lock before looking back down to Santana.
"How are you really feeling about the parents thing?"
"Don't want to talk about it." Santana said and Brittany sighed as she shook her head.
"I hate when you do this."
"Do what?" Santana asked defensively, looking up at her questioningly.
"Shut down. Get all defensive." She sighed. "It's like I want to help you and be there for you, but sometimes you just won't even let me."
"We talk about this all the time."
"We talk about this when you feel like it. And when you don't, you get grumpy and silent."
"I'm not saying we won't talk about it Brittany, I'm just saying not now. God, you would think by now you would have learned when to let up."
"You think after knowing you for all these years I don't know when I'm pushing?" Brittany countered. "I know you better than anyone."
"Yet you still do it." Santana said with frustration, sighing.
"You were so open about this in Lima." Brittany said. "We handled everything together and we talked things out. I just don't get how you can just turn that off when you want to. It's the one thing I'll never understand about you."
"Well, if you can't understand it, you should at least accept it. Because it's not changing anytime soon. This is my problem and when I feel like talking about it, I'll let you know." she said, sitting up as Sebastian scurried off her lap with a cry.
"Santana." she whined and Santana looked over at her in response. "Come on." she said and Santana just stared. She grabbed her arm and tugged her over but Santana was resistant. She pouted.
"I don't feel like laying down anymore."
"That's such bullshit." Brittany said bluntly and Santana was a little taken aback. "You're annoyed and you don't want to be cuddly."
"Maybe. Doesn't change the outcome." she said tugging back and getting up with her book in her hand to head out of the room. Sebastian bounding down the hall after her.
Brittany just sighed and let her head fall against the headboard in thought. After a few minutes she went back to studying, only to find she spent the next hour not really absorbing what she read.
She never was good at being in an argument with someone, especially Santana. It was even worse when it was over something so dumb. With a heavy sigh she got up and walked into the living room where she found Santana sitting with her feet up on the couch reading, Sebastian happily lapping up water from his own small cup on the table. She couldn't help but chuckle.
"Santana." she said, sitting across from her on the corner of the coffee table. Santana loked up at her and released a breath.
"Yeah?" she asked.
"I'm sorry I pushed you." she shrugged. "You're right, I should know better." she said, reaching out to take her hand gently. "I just don't want you to go through all this alone. And I hate when you shut me out, even if it's just for a little while. Because they're not just your problems, they're ours." Santana let a small smile take over her face and nodded. "I know sometimes you just need time. I just don't like seeing you upset and I knew something was bugging you today, but you didn't even mention it. I just want you to be happy."
"Come here." Santana said softly, pulling her hand and dragging Brittany to sit across her lap sideways as she leaned forward and kissed her lovingly. "I'm stressed out about my parents coming next week." she admitted, pulling back to look at Brittany. "I just wanted to get through midterms and take advantage of your having two days off and worry about them on Monday. You make me happy, okay?" Brittany smiled and nodded understandingly.
"Okay. I'm sorry." she repeated and Santana just smiled, pulling her arms tighter around her and shaking her head.
"Don't be. I'm sorry I was way harsh with you and I lost my patience. I know you just want to help. But really there's not a lot to talk about. Whatever is going to happen will happen. Let's worry about them Monday, deal?"
"Deal." Brittany said, closing the gap between them once more to seal the deal with a kiss. As with any of their rare make up kisses, they soon found themselves in a heated make out session that was about to go further, when they heard the front door shut loudly and popped up.
"Ugh, you guys suck." Santana muttered, as she sat up.
"Nice to see you too Santana." Finn said with a smirk.
"Do you two ever stop? I don't need to be exposed to this all of the time." Rachel huffed, holding an arm dramatically over her eyes.
"Why aren't you on date night or whatever it is you were doing?"
"We had dinner and we couldn't find any movies to see so we figured we'd come home and watch one." he said. "You guys want to watch or do you have better things to do?" he asked with a smirk and Rachel hit him. "Ow."
"You can't say things like that."
"What? Why?"
"Because it sounds dirty when you say it." he looked confused. "Do you want to watch a movie?"
"Actually, we should get back to studying."
"Studying?" Rachel laughed. "Really? What's the test on? Brittany's tonsils?" Finn snickered.
"Zip it Froto. You're getting on my last nerve today." she scowled and Brittany just rubbed her back soothingly. "We were actually studying. We just got...sidetracked." she said with a frown.
"I see." Rachel smirked. "Oh well, we'll just head inside."
"No, you can have the big TV." Brittany said, standing up and pulling Santana with her. "Night." she smiled as Santana lead her back down the hall.
"They're so strange." Rachel said, as she flopped onto the couch so they could choose a movie.
"Please Santana." Rachel begged.
"Get your awkwardly tall man servent to help you."
"Finn isn't getting home until almost 9 tonight. It's such a long commute especially without a car of his own-" Santana held up her hand.
"Look at your choices Berry. Is now the right time for you to go down that road?" she asked with a raised eyebrow and Rachel just laughed nervously.
"Anyhow, I have to perform this in front of the class tomorrow and I haven't had anyone to really run the lines with me. I need the practice. This is my midterm grade."
"Rachel, I'm studying myself for my last midterm tomorrow. I'm not running these lines with you." she said, reading through the pages in her hand. "Who wrote this crap anyway?" she asked with disgust.
"My professor." Rachel frowned. "We're supposed to be able to give life to new material with a random partner. It's excellent preparation for auditions."
"Whatever."
"Please Santana, when's the last time I asked you for a favor?"
"I can think of plenty."
"Like?"
"Should we begin with my car?" she asked, as if it was obvious. "We all know how wonderfully that one turned out, don't we?" Rachel groaned.
"It's taking longer for you to fight with me than it would for you to just run the scene. Seriously." She said and Santana rolled her eyes. "Just one or two run throughs? It's only three pages."
"Fine!" she exclaimed, tossing her text book aside and causing Ariel to hop off her lap. "Two times and that is it!" she growled. Sebastian stood, stretching and meowed loudly at Rachel, as if in agreement, causing Santana to grin. "Exactly."
"Did you just speak to a cat?" Rachel asked slowly.
"Start reading before I change my mind." Santana said with a glare.
Rachel stood and dropped her paper, beginning to go through the scene she'd memorized as Santana relayed the other lines back to her with disinterest. They were halfway through the final page when Santana's head shot up.
"Whoa, whoa, wait"
"Don't be so dramatic Santana, it's merely a stage slap."
"Excuse me?"
"I said, it's just a stage slap."
"Oh no, I heard you Berry. I just didn't understand you. This is not happening."
"Getting the slap down is imperative to the grade." Rachel said, taking a step forward.
"Listen midget, I swear to god if you lay a hand on me I'll make you regret it for the rest of your life." Santana warned.
"It's critical for me to practice it before my performance." Rachel insisted. "This is a huge part of our grade."
"I don't care if your life depends on it hobbit. You are not slapping me."
"Finn would totally let me slap him."
"Yeah, well I'm not your little bitch."
"It's not going to be hard or anything."
"You just have some sick need to get even for all the shit I've put you through in the past."
"While I won't deny that the thought of getting to land a slap on you is wildly satisfying, I can assure you that this is strictly professional and about me getting a good grade." She sighed. "I won't hurt you." Santana scoffed.
"As if I'm worried about you injuring me." she shook her head. "We can do this again but this part?" she said, pointing towards the section in question. "Not happening." she said definitively.
"Fine." Rachel scowled, continuing to run through her lines.
They began a second round, things running smoothly once more, as Rachel fully got into character, shouting her angry lines perfectly as Santana read her responses. Rachel's grew more involved as they continued and finally as they approached the scene in question she forgot her boundaries and landed a slap squarely across Santana's face.
"Oh no." she said, realizing what she had done and drawing her hand back as she took a cautious step backwards. Santana's face reddened with anger as she took heavy breaths.
"Run." she said muttered in anger.
"What?"
"Run!" Santana yelled, lunging forward as Rachel screamed and dove over the loveseat, Santana chasing after her.
"Usted debe estar fuera de su mente!"(You have to be out of your mind!) she yelled as Rachel ran around the couch.
"Santana, I'm so sorry, I just got caught up in the heat of the moment."
"Usted debe estar fuera de su mente!" (You have to be out of your mind!)
"I don't know...what you're...saying" Rachel said, tripping slightly and trying her best to avoid the Latina. "But I can assure you I didn't meant to do that!" she said, screaming again as Santana continued to lunge at her.
"Esa perra poco loco piensa que me puede bofetada en la cara y salirse con la suya."(That crazy little bitch thinks she can slap me in the face and get away with it!) she muttered underneath her breath.
"Santana please calm down!" she yelled, making a break for the hallway and diving into her room, slamming the door shut behind her and locking it. Santana continued to mutter strings of Spanish obscenities as she pounded on the door.
"You are so going to regret this Berry!" she yelled, and turned upon hearing the front door shut.
"Whoa, what's going on?" Finn asked, rushing forward.
"I'm going to kill your girlfriend that's what's going on!" Santana yelled. "Thinks she can slap me and get away with it."
"What? Rachel slapped you?" he asked in confusion.
"It was a stage slap!" Rachel yelled from inside the door causing Santana to launch herself at the door once more, still yelling loudly.
"Whoa, Santana." Finn said, grabbing her back.
"Get your hands off me lurch!" she spat.
"Calm down Santana, she's clearly not going to open the door and I think you should just take a step back." She looked at him, her furiousness evident in her eyes.
"Fine! I'll leave you now hobbit, but you're going to pay!" Finn sighed as Santana stormed down the hall, slamming the door. After a moment the door squeaked open and Rachel reached out, grabbing Finn in.
"What the hell happened?" he asked and Rachel relayed the encounter. He just chuckled.
"I'd watch your back for the next few days." he said, changing out of his uniform. "She's definitely going to be gunning for you." Rachel just sighed, falling onto the bed in defeat as Finn headed into the bathroom for a shower.
"Santana Lopez!" Brittany said in a hushed whisper. "What are you doing?" she asked with a giggle as she wrapped her arms around her girlfriend's waist and placed a soft kiss on her neck.
"What does it look like I'm doing? Dumping Berry's soy milk and juices."
"Santana!" Brittany said through a chuckle. "I get that you like screwing with Rachel's head but is starting a war in the house really necessary?"
"Oh no." Santana said firmly, turning to face Brittany. "I was not the one who started this war." Brittany frowned with confusion.
"What are you talking about?"
"While you were working last night, Berry 'stage slapped' me when I was helping her with her stupid midterm.
"What?" Brittany asked in shock.
"I tried to call you and tell you but you were busy and I fell asleep." Santana shrugged.
"But no wait, she slapped you?" Brittany laughed.
"This is not funny." Santana insisted, scowling at her girlfriend as she giggled.
"Actually, it kind of is. Did you kill her?" she asked. "Is that why I don't hear her around the house?" Brittany's eyes widened with fear. "What did you do?"
"Oh I tried to kill her." Santana said, seriously. "But she ran into her room and hid like the coward she is."
"Well no offense San, but you can be kinda scary." Santana just shrugged and picked at Brittany's tank top and Brittany grinned down at her. "You're cute." she said, leaning in and capturing her lips in a soft kiss.
"Mmm." Santana hummed.
"Better?" she asked.
"Much." she murmured against Brittany's lips as she wrapped her arms tightly around her neck and pushed her weight off the sink.
"Why don't you come inside and I'll make you forget all about killing Rachel?" Brittany asked, breathing kisses into her neck.
"Okay." she gasped as Brittany hit a particularly sensitive spot.
"Is nowhere sacred to you two?" Rachel asked, passing them.
"Okay, now I'm going to kill you!" Santana yelled, heading for Rachel, but Brittany grabbed her with a laugh.
"Calm down San."
"My soy milk! My juice."
"Have a nice day Rachel." Santana said mockingly.
"You are the most insufferable person I've ever met!"
"You might want to check your little frozen dinners too." she said and Brittany just shook her head, laughing silently.
"Ugh!" Rachel said upon opening the freezer.
"I'm not even done." Santana said, as Brittany pulled her away.
"Come on San." she said, tugging on Santana's sleeve.
"You are so lucky my incredibly hot girlfriend and I are going to have sex right now. Or else, you'd be dead."
"My ears!" Rachel yelled covering her ears with her hands. "I don't need to hear that!" Santana snickered and Brittany laughed.
"Come on killer." Brittany said, wrapping her arms around her and pulling her down the hall. "I'll be ready by 10:30 Rach!" she yelled down the hall.
"Dude, we can score with so many chicks in these uniforms." Rachel heard, as a shorter, stocky guy nudged Finn with a smirk. "This city is full of girls looking for men in uniform today." Finn laughed and took a sip of his beer.
"Yeah, this is like an instant ticket to get laid." the skinnier boy standing with them said, admiring his own jacket.
"And everyone knows firefighters get the most play."
"That blonde outside was all over you like white on rice Finn. If you don't use her number, pass it over this way." Finn let out a shaky laugh.
Rachel let out a breath of disbelief and made her way towards Finn, catching his attention almost immediately.
"Hey." he said, giving her a lopsided grin. "You made it!"
"What's going on?" she asked sternly and he looked confused, glancing over to his new friends from the academy.
"Nothing." he said with confusion and nodded towards the boys. "This is Matt," he motioned towards the stockier of the two boys, " and Rob."
"Hi." she said curtly, before turning back to him. "Can we talk?"
"Sure." he said, glancing over to the guys. "Be right back." They walked out to the front. "What's up?"
"Is this your idea of fun now?"
"What?"
"You know exactly what." she accused. "Running around the city in your uniform trying to hook up with as many chicks as possible?" He looked confused.
"Excuse me?"
"I heard your conversation." she spat. "You've been in the academy for less than a month and you're already trying to use your uniform to your advantage."
"I am not trying to do anything besides have a few drinks with the guys from my class." he said, with a hint of anger. "Seriously what is your problem?"
"My problem? I don't know, what about the blonde outside?" she asked defiantly and he opened his mouth to speak, halting in shock for a moment.
"I...I mean, I didn't do anything or even really talk to that chick. She gave me her number but I tossed it. She was just some drunk girl." he said, with a shrug. "You're gonna have to trust me a little more than that Rach."
"I don't have to do anything." she said. "I knew this job was going to get in our way. And here it is, two weeks in, getting in our way." He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"You know what Rachel, why don't you just go home?"
"Excuse me?"
"You're clearly not going to enjoy this and this is the first time I'm getting to go out and hang out with the guys from my class in uniform. I had a good morning. I marched in the parade. And right now? You're being a buzzkill."
"I-"
"No." he cut her off. "You can stay here and have fun with us or you can meet me home in a few hours once we wrap up. But if you're going to complain and miserable, please, do us both a favor and meet me at the apartment."
"Fine, you know what? I'll just go out with Santana and Brittany." she said with anger. "Have fun. I certainly hope your new job is making you happy." He sighed.
"Look, stop being so dramatic." he shook his head. "I'm going to have a few more beers and I'll see you back home. We can talk then. But you need to have a little more faith in me."
"Nothing to talk about Finn. If you want to go out and party with your caveman friends? Have a blast." she said with a shrug of her shoulders as she walked out and he watched her go, a heavy sigh escaping her body.
"Ugh!" Rachel yelled as she stomped in the door.
"Geez, why do you have that angry troll look on your face?" Santana asked, from the couch where she sat, flipping channels.
"Because men are disgusting pigs." she spat. Santana considered this and nodded.
"Fair point." she said, turning back to the TV and clicking it off before dropping the remote. "One of the many reasons I don't date them. So what did gigantor do now?" she asked with amusement, as Brittany walked in, pinning on her cheesy green shamrock earrings on again. Santana grinned at the sight and motioned for her to come over.
"What's going on Rach?" she asked, smiling when she saw Santana's open arms and allowing herself to fall across her lap with a quick peck to her lips.
"Finn must have fucked up because she's mad at men." Santana filled her in.
"He suggested I meet him at this bar after he walked in the parade. I walked into this place full of guys, mostly firefighters, and I find them drinking beers and discussing how much 'action' their uniforms is going to get them today. It was horrifying!" she paced. "And where's my boyfriend? Right in the middle, chuckling along because he has to be one of the boys." Santana chuckled and shrugged.
"What do you expect, Berry? That's men for you."
"I don't think I can adapt to this blue collar lifestyle where my boyfriend is out drinking at bars and checking out every girl in the city. Some blonde bimbo even gave him her phone number." she spat. "I can't have women throwing themselves at him because he's handsome and wears a uniform."
"Handsome might be pushing it." Santana commented and Brittany chuckled in her lap.
"Not now!" she yelled.
"Okay listen, you need to chill the fuck out Berry." Santana said firmly. "Britts and I are about to head out and hit some bars. Why don't you take it down a notch and come get your drink on with us for a while?"
"I'm just so disgusted right now! I knew this was going to happen." Rachel carried on. "I told him. I knew this job would change him. He's there for 2 weeks and he's already talking like some frat house pig." Brittany's eyes widened as she took in Rachel's meltodwn and she exchanged glances with Santana.
"Dude, she needs to relax." Brittany whispered and Santana frowned.
"Berry, sit down!" Santana commanded, and Rachel paused in her pacing and finally fell onto the loveseat.
"I'm just so aggravated! I knew this couldn't just be a nice day."
"Whoa, listen. I have an idea." Santana said.
"You think I should go back to the bar and make Finn jealous by hitting on another firefighter?" she asked.
"What? No! Have you completely lost your mind?" Santana asked with disgust.
"Seriously Rachel, have a little self respect." Brittany said.
"Well then what?" she spat back.
"Don't take that tone with me. Not when I'm trying to help you." Santana warned and Rachel scowled, crossing her arms. Santana sighed. "You are such a petulant child. You know what? I know Finn sucks right now, but I'm trying to help. Where's that weed I gave you for Christmas?"
"In my nightstand, why?" Santana grinned.
"You did keep it!" she said and Brittany grinned as well, catching on. "I propose that we smoke you up, calm your ass down, and then go hit the bars and have a little bit of fun. Forget about Hudson and his band of sweaty firefighters for a while." Rachel shook her head.
"I don't know Santana. I'm not sure that's something I want to do."
"Oh stop being such a pussy. All you talk about is the ultimate college experience. Just try it." Rachel frowned.
"Peer pressure is not acceptable under any circumstances." Santana rolled her eyes.
"God, just unwind for a little while Rachel." she said with a sigh. "You're so tightly wound sometimes you make the Pope look like Lindsey Lohan. Loosen up a little." Brittany shrugged.
"It'll make you relax." Rachel considered for a moment.
"Listen, you don't have to if you don't want to." Santana said, patting Brittany to let herself up. "But if you're not going to use it, we will. Either way, come out with us and forget Backdraft for a day. You'll have fun and take your mind off it and maybe later he'll be wondering where you are."
"I suppose it couldn't hurt to experiment just once." Rachel said tentatively. "I mean, I've always wondered if I'd have any of those amazing creative experiences from it."
"Berry, if you go all Joni Mitchell on me once I get you stoned, I'm not taking you out with me."
"Whatever." Rachel muttered. "Fine." Brittany clapped excitedly.
"Yeay!" she said, hopping up and down. "I've totally always wondered what you'd be like stoned." Santana laughed and headed off to Rachel's bedroom to grab the goods.
"If I have a bad experience I hope you realize that I'll never speak to either of you for the rest of your lives." Brittany shrugged.
"Whatever, I'm sure you'll be fine." Brittany grinned. "Wait till you see how paranoid Santana is gonna be."
"Santana? Paranoid?" Brittany nodded.
"She gets all worried and cuddly. It's adorable."
"Well, I suppose that could be interesting." Rachel mused as Santana returned with a grin on her face.
"Holy shit, that guy totally knows." Santana said, clinging to Brittany as they walked down the street and Brittany giggled. "Did you see the way he looked at me?"
"You're so paranoid." Brittany shook her head.
"I am not!" she scowled. "Wait, why do you think I'm paranoid? What are you trying to say?" Rachel and Brittany burst into hysterical fits of laughter. "Are you two talking about me? Do you guys have something going on behind my back?" Their laughter intensified.
"You're right. She really is paranoid." Rachel choked out.
"So you were talking about me." Brittany just shook her head and kissed the top of Santana's.
"Only because I was saying how much I love you." She said and Santana smiled. Rachel giggled uncontrollably.
"You two are so funny." Santana gave a goofy laugh.
"Ha, Berry is high as a kite." she said before her face fell with fear. "Oh my god, did someone hear me say that?" she looked around frantically. Brittany sighed and shook her head.
"You need to chillax San...that's such a funny word. Chillax." She giggled to herself as they walked into her bar, high fiving Rick the bouncer as they walked in past him.
"Why are we here?" Santana whined.
"What's your problem?"
"We always come here." Brittany laughed.
"Yeah, and we'll get a ton of free drinks here and then go wherever you want." she said tapping Santana's nose who smiled in return.
"Good." They looked over to Rachel who was doubled over in uncontrollable laughter once again.
"Rick the bouncer is the funniest guy on the planet." she snorted. "Rick the bouncer," she continued giggling, "he sounds like he should be on a children's show!" Santana smiled broadly.
"That was so the best money I ever spent." she said as she watched Rachel double over in laugher once more. Brittany chuckled, eyes clouding over as she stared at Santana.
"I agree." she said sleepily.
"Britts!" she yelled, shaking her. "Wake up babe, we're about to get our drink on." she frowned. "I forgot how you get all sleepy, it's been so long." Brittany yawned.
"I'll feel better about after a few drinks." she smiled lazily, leaning forward to rest in Santana's arms.
"Baby, come on." Santana pleaded softly, kissing her temple before putting her up right. "I'm gonna get you a drink." she said, kissing her lips. "You go watch Berry before she tries something on that pole she's laughing at." she smirked and Brittany laughed, walking back over towards Rachel. She paused and turned, furrowing her brow.
"What are you getting me?" she asked with a frown.
"Something with Red Bull." Santana said as guy passing collided with her as he passed by.
"Sorry, are you okay?" he asked.
"What? Of course I'm okay!" she snapped defensively, looking around and folding her arms across her chest. "Just what are you implying?"
"I...well...nothing, I just was wondering if you were alright because I kind of ran into you." he said with drunken confusion.
"Whatever you think you know is wrong." she said. "Now move along before I go all Lima Heights!" she said as he scurried.
"Whoa San, that was totally intense." Brittany blinked. "Dial it back okay?"
"Why, you think he knows?" Brittany sighed and shook her head.
"No baby, just go get drinks." she whined.
"Okay, okay."
After a few drinks and some enthusiastic dancing by all three girls, they decided it was best they make their way home. Predictably, with a bunch of free drinks and comfortable atmosphere, they never did end up leaving the Village Station. Once Rachel started to fall asleep with her head on the small unused stage, the other two decided it might be time to call it quits.
"I was not paranoid." Santana said, her high pretty much completely gone.
"Santana, you thought that like 70 year old Irish dude that was in there with his wife was trying to hit on me."
"He said you had pretty eyes!" she returned, re-adjusting her grip on the passed out Rachel that she was dragging along the left half of.
"He was a senior citizen!"
"Doesn't mean he didn't want you. " she muttered. "Have you even looked at yourself in a mirror?"
Brittany just sighed. "Ugh, how can someone so tiny be so fucking heavy?" she asked.
"She is kinda heavy." Brittany frowned.
"Because she's like dead weight. I totally would not have smoked her up if I thought I'd have to carry her ass home."
"Totally awake." Rachel slurred through a yawn as she dragged her feet.
"Yeah, keep telling yourself that." Santana muttered.
They made their way into the apartment, dragging Rachel into the elevator and breathing a sigh of relief when they could lean up against the wall. Soon they were at the floor and dragged her to the door where they let themselves in only to find a waiting Finn.
"Where the hell were you guys?" he demanded.
"First of all, back the fuck up." Santana grumbled. "Second, get your girlfriend into bed." He sighed and lifted her out of Santana's arms, placing her in bed before coming back out.
"Well?" he asked expectantly.
"We went out to have a few drinks. It is St. Patrick's Day. Pretty sure, I heard you were doing the same."
"Yeah, I get that part but I called you guys like a hundred times."
"We were at the Station." Brittany shrugged. "What's your problem."
"Rachel and I...well we had like a sort of-"
"We know all about your fight so spare us." Santana waved him off, walking into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water.
"Did she get that drunk because she was upset?" he asked.
"She's really not that drunk." Brittany said, shaking her head. "We didn't have too much to drink."
"Yeah, she's like that from the weed."
"Wait the what?"
"Pot...you remember, I bought her some for Christmas."
"You have got to be kidding."
"She was totally bugging when she came home." Santana shrugged. "I wanted her to mellow out. At first she was a giggly mess, but then she kinda just crashed."
"Yeah, like hard." Brittany nodded.
"I can't believe she let you talk her into that."
"She was upset, I struck while she was vulnerable." she smirked. "Better go take care of her Finn." she mocked. "It's pretty much an idiot move getting some chick's number."
"What? I totally didn't do that." he said defensively. "Is...is that what she told you? Is that what she thinks?"
"I don't know Finn. Maybe you should ask her." she said, clearly tiring of the conversation as she fiddled with the hem of Brittany's shirt.
"Yeah, she was pretty pissed Finn. Totally wasn't cool." Brittany added as Finn turned, muttering under his breath as hi made his way to the bedroom. She laughed and turned to Santana. "You just like seeing him squirm." Santana nodded her agreement.
"Sure do." she said, pulling Brittany in for a kiss. "I can't believe how...not drunk we are at 9 o'clock on St. Patrick's day." she murmured between kisses, moving to attack Brittany's neck.
"True, but whatever. I had fun." Brittany said, smiling brightly.
"Me too." Santana said with a sigh. "We could go back out if you want?" Santana asked, searching Brittany's eyes.
"Nah." she said, grabbing her hand. "It's been a long day with the parade and everything this morning and all that Rachel drama." she nodded towards their room. "Let's go watch an Irish movie and cuddle with the kitties." Santana grinned.
"Sounds perfect." she said, placing a peck on her lips before frowning slightly and looking back at Brittany. "We have Irish movies?"
"We'll figure something out." Brittany laughed and dragged her down the hall, Sebastian weaving around them as they settled into their room for the night.
"I can't believe we're doing this."
"I know." Finn nodded, shifting from foot to foot to keep warm. "I have work at 6 AM."
"So what the hell are you doing here?"
"I'm still kind of in the doghouse after yesterday. I mean I apologized and everything but she was pissed. Not that I did anything wrong." he sighed. "I'm going to have to be extra sensitive I think because she's so sensitive about the job."
"You just figured that out?" she shook her head. "Seriously? You really are your own brand of stupid." He frowned.
"I guess I should have known."
"It's so freaking cold!" Santana yelled. "Isn't it supposed to be warmer in March?" he shrugged.
"Probably the last snow storm of the year." he sighed. "I hope."
"It better be. This global warming crap is bullshit." she said, shivering.
"Hopefully once these go on sale we can grab them and get the hell out of here." he thought for a minute. "Wait, me? What the hell are you doing here?" Santana scowled.
"Britt really wants to see this Spice Girls final reunion tour okay? She couldn't go to the first one and I promised I'd try and get her the best seats." she shrugged.
"So, then why isn't Brittany here then?" he asked with a smirk.
"She hates the cold." Santana said simply as Finn mimicked the sound of a cracking whip. She rolled her eyes. "She worked today too."
"Please, as if you aren't whipped. Berry has you wrapped around her pinky."
"I am not wrapped around anyone's pinky." he huffed. "I just wanted to score a few points on the good side after a rough day. You're here just because Brittany wants tickets and you do whatever she says."
"I do not." she muttered.
"Last week Brittany was craving take out from that place by her school and you hiked all the way uptown at rush hour and got it." she shrugged as her eyes flashed to side.
"I don't know what you're talking about. I had to go uptown anyway...drop something off." He looked at her disbelievingly. "So sometimes I like to do nice things for my girlfriend, that only makes me awesome."
"It's just amusing." he smiled. "You're like this big 'badass' who tells everyone off but when it comes to Brittany you've got the personality of like...a kitten." he said, as snow started falling.
"Don't use airquotes with me." she narrowed her eyes. "I like doing shit for Brittany okay, it makes her happy and that makes me happy. Plus she deserves it."
"Whoa." he held up his hands. "I'm not saying it's a bad thing. You should totally do what makes you happy!" he smirked. "It's just fairly amusing to watch the way you are with Britt. It kinda never gets old."
"Please, it's not that big of a deal." she said, bouncing up and down, trying to get the feeling back into her legs. "Why the fuck do so many people want these stupid tickets anyway?" she muttered, as her phone began to ring. "And who the fuck came up with this stupid idea to have a bunch of them go on sale at midnight on a Monda in the middle of a snowstorm." she looked at her phone and smiled. "Hey Britt."
"Hey, how's it going San? Are you cold. It's snowing."
"No, don't worry about it, I'm fine." she smiled and shot Finn a look as he smiled.
"Okay. Rachel and I are watching Singing in the Rain, so I'll totally be up when you get back."
"Sounds good."
"I'm so excited! I can't wait to see what tickets you get. Thanks for going out and standing in the cold for me!"
"I'm just glad you're happy." she grinned, giving Finn the finger as he continued to laugh.
"Anyway, I was googling funny cat pictures online and I found out about these cats from Moscow that do all these tricks. They dance and climb things and there's a show you can go see and guess where it's going to be next month?" she asked, excitement bubbling over.
"New York?" Santana chanced.
"Yes!" she yelled. "It's really cheap and I bought us some tickets, is that okay?"
"Of course. I can't wait to see...dancing cats." she said with a smile.
"Awesome. You're the best! Oh I gotta go, that dancing part I love is coming. I'll see you when you get back okay?"
"Okay, I love you."
"I love you too. Bye."
"Bye." she said, putting her phone back into her pocket and looking up at Finn.
"Dancing cats?" she asked and Santana sighed.
"Shut up." she said, leaning back against the wall as he made the noise of a cracking whip once more.
"I said can it Hudson. It's going to be fun."
"Hey, I'm just saying, you could at least admit you're Brittany's bitch." she smacked his arm.
"You're about five minutes away from getting your ass handed to you!" she growled, poking him in the chest.
"Ow, okay, okay. Sorry." he laughed. "It's like the only thing I can pick on you with and it's kind of fun." She glared at him. "But I'll stop." he nodded nervously. She sighed as she fell back against the wall. They stood in silence for a few minutes before she checked her phone for the time once more.
"25 more minutes and hopefully we can get moving." He nodded and smiled.
"It's actually really sweet how crazy about Brittany you are, you know. It's nice to see that side of you." She just shrugged and kicked some snow with her feet.
"She's the only thing that really matters." she looked up at him. "She'd do the same for me if I asked her for anything."
"It's good." he said. "That you guys are so happy. I'm just teasing, I mean obviously what you have works."
"It does." she said firmly.
"That's great." he grinned and sighed. "I guess I'm a little whipped too." he admitted and she just laughed.
"You totally are." she looked back at the line behind them. "So many crazy bastards." she said shaking her head and shoving her hands into her pockets. "They better appreciate this." he laughed.
"They will." he said. "It'll be worth it." she smirked.
"Yeah it will."