I know that this story is going fast and slow at the same time but I have very big plans for this story and I hope you all enjoy it!
It's been a week and a few days since Brittany and Santana were introduced in each other's lives. Brittany knows that at least one person cares about her and her baby. Lucky them, it's Santana. Santana has never felt this form of freedom from her shell; from herself. She absolutely loves little Santa and she really likes Brittany, but it's just a different like. She doesn't get it yet.
"Here, I got her an extra coat and a scarf!" Santana starts dressing up little Santa. "Shoes and dresses are a must!" Santana turns around and looks at Brittany. "Don't you think so?"
Brittany frowns. "San, you're seriously spoiling her…"
"Brittany, it's the holiday season and it's snowing!" Santana smiles. "Did you pick anything out yet?"
"I can't… You're too generous and it's wrong-" The blonde bites her fingernails.
"Hey! You're staying at my place, right? I am telling you to shop for clothes, you shop!" Santana says sternly. "Brittany, I have money that I won't end up using anyways."
"So, charity?" Brittany stands up and crosses her arms.
"Don't make me into a bad guy! It's close to Christmas Britt. It's the season for giving and not for bitching! That's Valentine's Day." Santana smiles brightly and gives the puppy dog eyes.
"I just want a shirt." Brittany grabs an extra small, men's, long sleeved, green and red, plaid top from a half sale rack.
Santana gives her the really look. "You just randomly got that because it's 50% off! Plus, it's guy clothing! Why would you-"
"San, I want this one, it's cute!" She hands the top to Santana. "Done!"
"Britt, seriously." Santana sits down at the round seat as she holds onto little Santa. "I know you didn't bring much with you… I just want to help."
Brittany feels guilt crawl in her skin but fights it. "Santana, you took me and Santa in. That's the greatest help and kindness we've ever received. I only have $2000 to pay you and I know that's not enough because there's the utilities, food, lodging, and -"
Santana places her hand out to shut Brittany. "Hold up for a second and back up." She glares at Brittany with her mocha eyes. "Did I ever say that you have to pay?" She crosses her arms and eyes the blonde.
"You didn't." Brittany simply says. "I just-"
"Yeah, I never said it and that's that! My way ALWAYS goes!" Santana scoffs and rolls her eyes.
Brittany looks at Santana with hurt eyes.
"I'm sorry!" Santana stands up and balls up her fists. "This is why I don't have any friends, Britt!" She breathes hard. "I snap so easily! Whenever someone challenges me I have to be right or else I bitch back, fight and I lose my temper."
"Santana, I am used to it." Brittany simply says. "Besides, you are way nicer than Kevin and my mom." She shrugs her shoulders and looks at Santana with her ocean eyes you want to get lost in. The bruises on her body faint and disappearing, finally. "I just can't accept all your gifts and kindness when I haven't showed you my repayment and my kindness."
"But Brittany, I told you-" Santana tries talking.
"Shut your mouth and listen to me." Brittany says in monotone and just looks into Santana's eyes.
Something with the way Brittany said those words, her tone, her seriousness, and just being her challenged Santana and no one in her life has done that to her who wasn't family. Brittany made her shut the hell up. "Yes ma'am."
"I will pay for our stay not because I feel guilty because it is the right and reasonable thing to do. I will find a job as soon as I can and once I get up on my feet, I promise that little Santa and I will leave your place." She breathes finally. "Okay?"
"Okay." Santana looks away embarrassed that someone finally challenged her and won. "Just know that you guys aren't a burden and you can stay as long as you want." Santana stands up and gets everything they've been trying on and Brittany's top. "I'm going to get in line and pay for this." She waits for Brittany to take little Santana and walks off to the line.
Brittany smiles brightly and kisses her daughter. "She's not even a big bad wolf like she claims to be. She's just like Beast. Behind that scary façade is a big loving heart."
"Table for three please!" The blonde excitedly said to the receptionist.
"It'll only be a five minute wait." A brunette teenage boy said with a smile. "May I have your name please, miss?"
"My name is Brittany and thanks." She turns around and walks over to the seated Santana with little Santa in her lap.
Santana watches the perverted boy molest Brittany's ass with his eyes. She hands Santana to Brittany and walks towards the boy who was just eyeing her friend. "Listen here, wannabe hot stuff. If you ever want a girlfriend you don't look at her ass, but her smile. You don't look at her tits, but her eyes. You listen to her and you love her. My friend is not a piece of meat, you little shit head!"
Brittany overhears what Santana just said. "Santana!"
"I like older women and I like them hot and fiery. Wannabe my girlfriend?" The boy asks so rudely and bluntly with a braced smile.
"I BEG YOUR PARDON?" Santana yells out.
Brittany's has the "are you fucking kidding me" face as she looks at the boy.
"EXCUSE ME ALEX?" A round man, with a red face emerges from the hallway leading to the seats. "OFFICE, NOW!"
The boy stiffs and walks to the hallway defeated.
The round man looks at Santana nervous and horror stricken. "I am so sorry for that miss! My nephew is disturbed but that doesn't matter. For how many?"
Santana smiles sarcastically. "That's fine; we'll be taking our business elsewhere." She turns around and walks to Brittany and Santana.
"No please! I insist!" The round man tries to negotiate. "I have a comfy, cute and private corner for you, your girlfriend and baby."
Santana squints her eyes at what he says thinking, "What are you talking about, old man?" She rolls her eyes, "I wish she was my girlfriend." She whispers under her breathe. Her face dead pans. "Did I just say that?" She ignores the round, old guy with her confusing thoughts and says, "Thank God, I didn't say it out loud."
"What was that miss?" The man looks at Santana with curiosity.
"I uh, meant that, I accept." She doesn't even know what she accepted. Santana doesn't believe she said out loud what she was thinking. Good thing it wasn't the whole Brittany thing.
"Excellent! Very well! Just order as much as you want and leave anytime. Dinner is on the house tonight." He grabs two menus and a couple of crayons and a thin coloring book. "Follow me this way."
Brittany twirls right next to Santana with little Santa in her hands. "Aw, San!" She looks at Santana and smiles brightly. "Thank you for defending me." She kisses Santana's cheek as she hugs her and little Santa. "But why didn't you tell the man we aren't a couple and this isn't our baby?"
Santana is distracted by the beautiful blonde embracing her tightly and the kiss that was just a few inches from her lips. She clears her throat. "Because it's a freebie! What if I said you aren't and we don't get a free meal?" She takes little Santa in her arms and follows the smiling man, watching them from afar. "Come on!" She sticks her hand out behind her and she feels a silky hand hold on tightly.
Brittany just looks at Santana, admiring the girl for not only taking them in, but defending her. She seriously didn't understand why she is friendless and alone. Brittany's super happy to be there for Santana, her "friend."
"Finally, we can rest!" Santana stretches her body after tucking in little Santa in the pull out bed. "Want to watch a movie, Britt Britt or are you tired?" She looks at the blonde coming out from the shower.
"What movie are we going to watch?" Brittany smiles as she sits on the bed.
"I am going to turn my office into a bedroom for you guys. This is just embarrassing." She ducks her head apologetically after sitting in the pull out bed.
"No, San! This is fine!" She looks at Santana. "Please, can we just watch a movie and rest up?"
Santana smiles at Brittany's childish request; it's too damn cute and adorable. "Yeah, sounds grand to me." She points at a cabinet underneath the big ass flat screen. "Pick a movie right there, okay? I'm just going to shower and make us some hot chocolate." She gets up and goes to her room.
Brittany watches Santana disappear behind the door before she smiles brightly and freely. "Oh my gosh, why?" She thinks to herself. "Santana, you are too nice and precious. I just want to keep you forever." Her smile disappears. "I can't." Brittany looks at her baby and smiles. "We got very lucky, Santa. I want you to love her like you love me." She stands up and goes to the cabinet and squats to browse through the library of movies Santana has. "Shit, I guess she didn't have any friends after all." She frowns. "I want something Christmasy!" She looks thoroughly and carefully perusing every single tape, DVD, and every blu-ray. "I haven't watched this in forever!" She picks up a DVD rendition of The Santa Clause with Tim Allen. "This one!" She jumps up and down and sits back in the bed waiting for Santana to pop out.
A minute passes and she can't sit still. "I'll make the hot chocolate for us." She gets up from the bed and walks to the fridge. "Let's see, here's the milk and here's the chocolate syrup and here's the whipped cream." The places the items on the counter and opens the cupboard underneath the sink. "I need a little deep sauce pan… Ah here!" Brittany turns the stove on high heat. "San will love my drink!"
Santana is in the shower just thinking about the events that have happened. She thinks about the blonde who's been making her heart run a marathon and has been making her hand sweat. She laughs to herself. "You have never liked anyone before, maybe a crush but never a like!" She starts rinsing her hair off. "If you can't like guys, then how can you like girls?" Then she remembers that kiss Brittany gave her super close to her mouth. Santana graces that part of her face and blushes. These feelings she's having are new, but they don't feel wrong.
All of a sudden, she stops midthought and smells a ghastly smell seeping through the doorway of her bathroom. "What in the world?" She realizes what the smell is from. "Shit!" Santana quickly turns the faucet off and wraps a towel around her loosely and dripping everywhere. She rushes through the bathroom and out her room. "BRITTANY!" She sees the blonde frantically fanning the fire which is encouraging the flame to build stronger.
"San! I am so sorry!" The blonde sees Santana and starts apologizing. "I just wanted to help!"
"Shit! I don't know where the fire extinguisher is at!" Santana looks at the flame from the pan. An idea comes up but it's risky. "Brittany! Turn around!"
Brittany looks at her nervously. "I want to help you! I am so sorry!"
"BRITTANY, TURN AROUND!" Santana yells out loud.
"Why though?" Brittany asks instead of following Santana.
It didn't matter, either her place can turn aflame or she can do what she's thinking of doing. "Ugh!" She tugs the soaked towel off her body and covers the flaming pan and stove.
Brittany's eyes go everywhere. First the towel getting yanked off, then to the stove, then to the smoke, and then Santana's bare and naked body. "Oh my…" She turns around. Her face is flushed with embarrassment and guilt for almost burning Santana's place down and seeing her naked.
The flame dies down to smoke and Santana turns on the vent and fans the fire alarm in the kitchen before the alarm can go off. "Britt, seriously!"
Brittany hears the harshness in Santana's words. She shuts her eyes and waits for Santana to give her the cue to leave her place at once.
"How the hell did you manage to start a fire?" Santana turns around and looks at the back of Brittany's head. "Hey, I am talking to you missy!" She places her hands on her waist. "Brittany, this is serious! Turn around and look at me when I am talking to you!"
Brittany holds her breath and turns around trying to only look at Santana's face and nothing more. But she can't help it. Her vision of Santana is toppled by the real thing. Santana is stunning. Being a pale blonde has its downs: you are known for being a dumb blonde AND you easily turn red and it's incredibly noticeable. She averts her eyes and looks at Santana's eyes, only her eyes! At least she tries to. "I,.. uh… I am sorry… Santana…" She knows for a fact that her face is beyond blood red.
"Why are you all red, Britt?" She walks towards Brittany and reaches out for her face.
Brittany backs up and looks down. "Santana, you're naked…"
"What?" She suddenly feels a breeze go through her damp and naked body. "Holy shit!" She and Brittany made eye contact and they both turned around. "I'm gonna go…" Santana ran to her room and shut the door in a hurry.
Brittany's breathing hitches at the image of Santana's naked body in her mind. "I'm just gonna clean this up." She picks up the burnt towel from the stove and throws it in the trash can. She takes paper towels and dips in the water. Brittany starts scrubbing and taking of all the dark smoked parts that almost burned. She throws the things she used like the empty milk, chocolate and whipped cream. The blonde takes the sauce pan and scrubs it roughly with the sponge. "Get that out of your mind!"
"Hey…" Santana whispers as she watches Brittany clean her saucepan.
Brittany is startled and drops the pan in the sink.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you!" Santana apologizes.
"It's fine. I just cleaned up the mess I made." Motioning to the pan and the cleaned up mess. "I'm sorry about that…"
"The place is cleaned up and it didn't burn up." Santana kept her face calm and monotone. "Uh, did Santana wake up at all?" Looking over at the bed with the peacefully sleeping girl.
"She doesn't wake up for anything at all." Brittany starts rinsing the saucepan clean. "She's a really heavy sleeper. The only thing that can wake her up is tickling and a warm bottle of milk." Brittany smiles at the cuteness of her daughter. "She never cries whenever she wakes up. She just smiles"
"Really?" Santana smiles at the image she created in her head of the beautiful baby girl. "Brittany, did you…?"
Brittany turns around facing away from Santana. "I won't lie if I said I didn't…" Her face blushed red.
"Oh…" Santana's face is bright red from embarrassment.
"Well, you have a rockin' body so I wouldn't worry." Brittany cleared her throat and makes her way to the living room. "Should I put the movie in now?"
Santana cracks a smile from the compliment and holds in her laugh. "Mmph! Yeah, sounds mmph! Good, Britt Britt." She sits in the couch adjacent to the pull out bed.
Brittany puts the DVD in the player and turns on the TV. "Mind if I sit next to you?" Brittany turns the lights off and sits next to Santana very close and smiles at her. "I love this movie! I'm so happy you have it." She hugs Santana with her arm on the petite girls' waist and doesn't let go.
Santana feels a tingle through her body at the intimate contact. "You're very touchy and intimate, huh?"
Brittany recoils at the question and let's go of Santana's waist. "Sorry…"
"Geez, Brittany!" Santana retrieves Brittany's pale arms and drapes it over her shoulder. "It's a question!" Santana snuggles in closer. "You're officially my cuddle buddy!"
Brittany smiles and squeezes Santana tighter.
The movie begins and the night ends in another hectic way.
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