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Chapter 11
You fiddle with your fingers in your lap while staring at the glass in front of you. You unconsciously start playing with the hem of your shirt, not knowing what else to do. Olivia clears her throat opposite you in the booth and you look up at her.
"How's your day been?" She asks before taking a sip of her red wine. You ordered white wine just because you thought of April at the moment the waiter asked you what you wanted to drink. You don't know why you suddenly thought of April, but maybe because you're in a restaurant and there's alcohol everywhere you look. The combination of those two things makes you think of April and her insanity.
"Umm," you try to think about what you've done today and you're just about to tell her that you took your shirt off in front of Santana and that she was practically drooling. But then you bite your lip and you think about other parts of your day instead. "I was working a lot today," you say and she raises her eyebrows, showing interest. She asks you where you work and you tell her that you work at Schuester's Restaurant and she slowly widens her eyes.
"Wait, do you know Tina?" she asks suddenly and you widen your own eyes.
"Yes…" you respond slowly as you stop fiddling with your shirt. She must notice the confused look on your face because she quickly elaborates.
"Her boyfriend is my roommate," she says and you slowly nod again, trying to sort that out in your head. "His name is Mike, have you met him?"
You rack your brain to try to find any Mikes, and the only Mike you can think of is the one you lost your virginity to in high school, and then you snort and shake your head. You don't know any other Mikes.
"No, haven't met him." Olivia shrugs and takes up her wine glass again.
"He comes into the restaurant sometimes to keep Tina company while she's working. But maybe he hasn't been there while you've been working," she says and takes a quick sip.
"I've only been working for a couple of days so…" you trail off and smile at Olivia. She bobs her head and returns your smile.
You talk about Olivia's studies and a little more about Mike and Tina. She tells you she wants to be a lawyer and you instantly feel a little weird. You feel like you also should try and be something cool and fancy like a lawyer or a doctor. But no, you work in a restaurant, wanting to be a dancer. You haven't gone to college and you weren't very good in school. And you feel a little jealous of Olivia who has such high and fancy dreams.
"It's pretty stressful but it's fun," she says and then you remember why you weren't good in school or why you won't go to college. You hate stress. Stress turns you into a mess.
"Yeah, I bet," you say instead and she nods slowly.
She asks you about your dreams and a little more about your job. Then she tells you about her classes and you space out for a moment. There are too many lawyer references in her sentences and you can't concentrate on understanding what she's talking about.
"Brittany," Olivia says and you quickly shake your head. You have no idea what she just said. "You want to order?"
Suddenly you see the waiter's back and he's hovering over you with a pen and a notepad, waiting impatiently for you to say what you want to eat. There's sweat on his forehead and he keeps drying it with the sleeve of his shirt. You figure that it's a tough night tonight and you don't want him to sweat anymore. If he keeps sweating like that, some of it will drop into the food and you wouldn't want that so instead you blurt the first number that's on your mind and you hope that's a legit number on the menu.
"47," you say, smiling brightly at the sweaty man. He looks at you weirdly but then writes down the number on his notepad. You didn't have time to look through the menu and you can only cross your heart and pray that you didn't order something yucky, like a snakehead sandwich. You totally read about that in the news once and that totally freaked you out.
"What did you order?" Olivia smiles at you and you flicker your eyes down to the table, hoping the waiter was nice enough to leave your menus on the table. But you're not a lucky girl because the waiter and the menus are gone and now you're sitting deep in the dirt, with an Olivia awaiting an answer.
So you clear your throat and you take a sip from your whine and you clear your throat again, pretending that you just all of a sudden, caught the flu.
"Um," you say to gain some more time, while shuffling your feet on the floor beneath the table. You consider just telling her the truth. That you panicked slightly, because you hadn't been listening to what she was saying and that you didn't want the guy to sweat his way to death, so you just picked the first number off the top of your head.
"Something that was too hard to pronounce," you say instead before you take one more sip from your wine.
Olivia seems to buy that because she only smiles at you and picks up her own glass.
XxXx
Olivia asks you if you want dessert and you tell her you're pretty tired. Her smile deflates a little bit but she nods her head, understanding. You pick up your wine glass to take a sip.
You've both eaten your meals and you're both full, and it turned out that you had ordered meatloaf with fries. Nothing too fancy or too weird. But Olivia had been looking at you weirdly, flicking her gaze between you and your food. And you figure that she now believes that you can't pronounce the word 'meatloaf'. But you didn't say anything; you just thanked the waiter and started digging into your meatloaf, pretending that you've known all along what you were ordering.
"Look," Olivia suddenly says and you whip your head up to her face. She's looking pretty serious while pursing her lips. She places both her hands in front of her at the table and she's leaning forward, the way people always do when they have something serious to tell you. Or when you're in trouble, but you don't think you're in trouble now, or you hope not at least.
"Wrong Lopez, I get it," she says and you widen your eyes and you stare at her.
She shrugs her shoulder and you raise your eyebrows. She knows you're on a date with the wrong Lopez? Or what is she talking about? You look into her eyes and they look pretty sad, but still understanding and you gulp down your white wine and you let go of your glass, placing it down on the table.
"I kinda figured. The way you two were looking at each other made it pretty obvious." And again, you stare. And your eyes widen even more and you feel so bad. Because she knows you like Santana and still you said yes and you've been sitting here the entire night, talking and eating with her, and she's been aware of the fact that you're not into her.
You said yes to a date that you really weren't interested in and you gave her hopes that you actually liked her. Well, she's sweet and all. But you don't like, like her. Like you like Santana.
"And the way Santana was talking about you, by the way her eyes lit up." You tuck your lips into your mouth. Olivia keeps talking and you keep sitting here, quietly. Just listening to what she's saying and she doesn't even demand an explanation from you, why you agreed to this date. She only smiles sadly at you while continuing to talk.
"It was just my naïve brain that kept telling me that you might not like her, because no offense, but Santana can be a bitch." And this time you actually crack a grin. Because Olivia rolls her eyes, thinking about her cousin, but she still wears a bashful smile. And you know that they actually like each other, even though it sometimes might seem like they don't.
"But yeah," Olivia trails off, letting her gaze find the patterns on the table cloth. "I kinda knew it already."
She meets your gaze again and you gulp.
"I'm sorry," you say, because that's the only thing you can think of to say at the moment. She's being sweet and understanding and you've only been mean and selfish. "I'm sorry for agreeing to this date even though I kind of have this crush on your cousin." You feel yourself blush and you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.
You hear Olivia giggle and you then look at her face, seeing a genuine smile on her lips.
You let yourself relax because she's not mad at you. She's smiling and she's not looking sad.
"It's okay Brittany," Olivia says and you give her a grateful smile.
"She doesn't want to date people," you say then before you look down to the table to hide your embarrassment.
You hear Olivia click her tongue, annoyed, so you look up at her.
"She's so dramatic." Olivia rolls her eyes and you smile at her again.
"If you want to, I could help you make Santana realize how pathetic she's being. I mean, you're right in front of her and she still doesn't take the chance to date you." Olivia shrugs again, letting her shoulder drop down in a sigh. "That's pretty stupid."
You smile at her and you thank her but you wonder how she will help you make Santana realize anything. You don't know how that would happen.
You take one more sip from your, like, fourth glass of wine before clearing your throat awkwardly.
"Please don't tell Santana that I have a crush on her," you plead and Olivia rolls her eyes.
"Of course I won't," she says but then she smirks at you. "Though, by the way you were constantly staring at her ass the other night, I think she already knows that you kind of have a bit of a crush on her."
And you blush and then you reach your hand out over the table and you playfully hit her arm.
XxXx
Olivia spends the car ride home telling you stories about Santana as a baby.
Turns out that Santana was quite the adventurous one.
You haven't laughed this much in a long while. This whole day has really been amazing. From meeting Mercedes, and hanging with her and Tina, to watching Santana eating all your chocolate and wanting to touch your abs. And then Olivia being all sweet and telling you baby stories of Santana.
You think that this day has been one of the best in a really long time.
When Olivia puts the car to a stop outside of your apartment, you give her a hug and you tell her that you had a good time. She tells you 'good luck with Santana' before you shut the car door close behind you.
As soon as the elevator brings you to your floor, you make a turn to the right and you knock on Santana's door.
"Was it bad?" Santana asks as soon as she opens the door.
"No, your cousin's pretty amazing actually," you respond quickly with an enormous smile and rest your shoulder against the doorframe. "You're gonna let me in or what?"
Santana rolls her eyes before opening the door wider for you to walk past her.
You get into her living room and you see how piles of books and papers are sprawled out on the coffee table.
"What happened here?" you ask and quirk an eyebrow at her.
"Uh, just studying a little…" Santana trails off and now you raise both your eyebrows.
"You're studying?"
"Just this one course, kind of in between gigs and stuff," she tells you and you nod.
She walks over to the couch and sits down on the edge of it. She sorts through a couple of papers and then picks them up to lay them in an organized pile beside her.
Suddenly you get a really mischievous smile on your face and you bounce on your heels.
"I know something about you-u!" you sing-song and place both your hands behind your back.
"What do you know about me?" She fires back right away and you crack a grin at her. "Hey, were you two talking about me?" She asks and she quickly stands up from the couch to walk towards you. "Why were you talking about me?"
"Ha!" you laugh because Santana looks like she's about to get a panic attack very soon if you don't tell her what you know about her. "Calm down, Sanny," you say and she glares at you. "You can't know what we talked about, it's private," you say and her eyes widen comically. She's holding onto a book and you dip your head to be able to read the title.
"Oh, you're reading? Watcha reading?" you ask and you meet her gaze again.
"Brittany!" she yells and you tuck your lips into your mouth, trying to shield a huge grin. "It's not private if you talked about me!"
"Oh, she just told me some stories," you trail off vaguely while taking a couple steps towards the couch.
Santana quickly follows you and you sit down in the middle of the couch, picking up a newspaper that was lying on the coffee table.
"What stories?" she glares at you but you swiftly ignore her impatient stare.
"Just some stories of a tiny Sanny…" You can't keep a giggle from bouncing off your lips when you watch her lips form the deepest frown. "I've understood that you were a real cutie," you tell her while flipping the pages absentmindedly.
"I swear, if you don't tell me what she told you, I'll…" Santana trails off while shaking her head subtly from left to right, trying to find something she will do to you.
"You'll what, Sanny?" you ask because Sanny has become your absolute favorite nickname for her.
Santana then sighs and crosses her arms tightly against her chest, biting her upper lip. You watch as she takes a step forward and sits down beside you. She slumps down on the couch, as if she gives up and you turn your body so you can fully look at her.
"Are you going on a second date?" she asks after a while and you pull the corner of your lips up slightly, before wiggling your eyebrows.
"Don't know, do you think I should?" You ask and Santana pokes out her tongue at you.
"If her charm didn't get you to throw up, so sure."
"She doesn't have any charm, remember?" you ask because Santana said it herself. Olivia has no charm.
"Good, one less reason to puke," she mutters under her breath while lying down on the couch. She stretches her legs out and places her legs on your lap.
You widen your eyes because you weren't expecting her legs on you. But you welcome the gesture and place your hands on her calves.
"We should trade secrets," you say suddenly while drawing patters at the showing skin between her socks and her jeans. Santana hums quietly so you turn to look at her and she's having her eyes closed, lying still and peacefully on the couch.
You keep grazing your fingers against her skin and she keeps humming.
"Did you hear what I said?" you ask when she just keeps humming.
Santana prays one eye open and looks at you.
"What?" she says.
"We should trade secrets," you tell her, again. Santana quirks an eyebrow but makes no other movement.
Your pointer finger waddles higher up her calf and you push her jeans up an inch to reach more of silky caramel skin. She hums again and you scratch your nails slightly against her skin. She closes her eyes again but opens her mouth.
"What secrets?" she asks and you shrug, but she's closing her eyes and she can't see you.
"Random secrets. I can start," you say because it's easier to show her what you mean if you start with an example. She nods but keeps her eyes closed.
"You know the first day I saw you in that elevator," you start and she hums again. "That night, I got off while thinking about you."
Suddenly her eyes widen and her eyebrows reach her hairline. You stop moving your fingers against her calves but you don't think she noticed because she's staring at you, mouth agape, like she can't believe what you just told her.
"Really?" she says and you bob your head up and down. You feel your cheeks grow hot under her intense stare so you look down, so she won't see how flushed you are.
"It's your turn," you say, still trying to mentally wipe the redness from your cheeks.
"Wait," she says and you look into her eyes. "Really?" she asks again and you, once again, bob your head up and down.
"It's true, and now it's your turn," you say sternly because you kind of regret telling her that. You don't know why you did it. You just did. And now she's staring at you and you feel so embarrassed.
She clears her throat and you look down to your fingers and you start to draw circles on her calves again.
Santana is quiet for a few seconds before she clears her throat again.
"Um," she says and you gulp down your embarrassment. "You remember when you touched my ass?" she asks and you nod, curving your lips up into a smile.
"Yeah, you touched your butt with my hand," you correct her and she rolls her eyes.
"Anyway, I had to leave right after, because it kind of got me pretty…" And Santana trails off and you quirk your eyebrows at her, wanting her to finish the sentence. You keep looking into her eyes and she rolls her eyes, while flicking her gaze to your fingertips moving against her skin. "Wet," she breathes.
You feel your chest flutter and something twists low in your stomach. You feel kind of hot again and you imagine that your cheeks are beet red. You shape your mouth into an o and bite your lip. You flick your gaze down again and you feel Santana bore her gaze to the side of your head.
You keep drawing circles, feeling your fingertips melt into her skin. She keeps looking and after a few seconds you pull your head up to meet her gaze.
Santana's lips are pulled up into a smile and you can faintly see her dimples on her cheeks. You get drawn into her gaze and her long dark eyelashes flutter and you hold your breath. She's so pretty and she doesn't even have to try.
You tuck your lips into your mouth to hide a dopey smile.
She smiles wider and her teeth are showing and it makes her dimples more visible. You want to reach over and kiss her cheeks but right when you start to lean over, a phone starts to blare with the theme song of Pokémon and you raise your eyebrows when Santana dives over the edge of the couch, frantically searching beneath papers to find the source to the sound.
"I didn't know you liked Pokémon Santana," you say right before she finds it and pushes the phone to her ear, giving you a playful glare before saying "hello" with a breathless voice.
You giggle at how hard she's breathing. She probably didn't want you to hear her ringtone. But you're really glad you did. One more thing to put on the list of Santana cuteness.
"Uh-huh," Santana hums into the phone and you watch as she wrinkles her brow. "Sure I'll be there," she says before hanging up.
You pout because it seems Santana will leave you now. And you don't want to leave, you're comfy. Especially with her legs on your lap.
"Puck called," she says and you bob your head up and down slowly, waiting on her to kick you out so she can go where Puck wants her to be. "He's going out tonight and wondered if I wanted to tag along."
You bob your head again and watch as she tucks a strand of hair away from her face.
"We should leave in about half an hour," she says. "You want to borrow clothes from me or do you want to go over to your apartment to change?"
"What?" you say because now you don't understand.
"Oh," Santana breathes. "Wait, you don't want to come with? That's totally cool too, but like, it'd be nice if you did." She trails off and she takes her legs away from your lap.
You feel your smile grow and you shake your head.
"No, I'll come," you say and Santana smiles at you.
"Good."
XxXx
After a couple minutes of debating whether you should borrow Santana's clothes or shuffle your lazy ass to your own apartment, you decide to just borrow Santana's clothes.
She throws you a light blue dress and she says that it'll match your eyes. You blush as you walk into the bathroom to change.
Puck says that you should meet outside the club and then walk in together. So you and Santana shuffle into a cab and when the cab driver is pulling up outside the club, Santana pays for both of you before throwing you a wink. You want to argue with her but the wink kind of makes you weird and your mind gets foggy so you can't think straight.
You can't do anything straight because straight is the last thing you are.
So you walk in a gay line towards the doorman and Puck picks you up in a hug from behind and you scream because you weren't prepared for it.
Santana hits his arm in greeting and Puck kisses her cheek. You smile at their friendship before the three of you enter the club together.
XxXx
You're on the dance floor and you're swinging your hands in the air and your hair clings to your face. You've had a lot of shots and you don't really know anything anymore. You don't know where either Santana or Puck is but you hope they're here somewhere. You don't know if the dress is still on your body because you're a 'stripper drunk', but you really hope it's still on. You keep swinging your arms and everyone around you is dancing close to you. You almost feel trapped but you keep dancing. Sometimes when you dance you forget everything and you dance your way into oblivion. And when you've had shots, it gets even worse.
Suddenly there are arms around your waist and you try to turn around but you don't know where the person's face is so you just stand still and wait for him or her to appear in front of you.
And then there's a face in front of you, but it's too close and the only thing you see is teeth. The teeth are nice but you can't see who they belong to.
Then the person walks backwards, or stumbles, because suddenly they're on the floor and they're reaching their hand out for you to take it. You're still in a daze but you stretch your hand out and you help them up.
When you're face to face with the person, you see the long black hair and the brown eyes and the dimples and you smile because it's Santana.
"Briiiittany," Santana slurs and flings her arms around your neck. You giggle into her hair when she hugs you and you keep swaying your hips from side to side.
"Omg, can you hear the song, Sanny?" you ask and you think she's too drunk to notice what you called her because she doesn't scowl.
Santana perks her head up and she listens intently.
"Yes!" she says suddenly and you giggle again. It's Temperature by Sean Paul and you start to swing your hips and she follows suit.
She laughs at you when bent down to the ground to do the 'worm dance'.
Suddenly she pulls you up to her level again and she presses her body against yours.
You welcome the gesture and you place your hands at the small of her back.
You pull her hips into you and you roll your body until she rolls her eyes, tightening the grip on your neck.
"Yo, girls!" Someone screams behind you and you turn around to see Puck but you ignore him and you keep rocking into Santana's body, following the rhythm of the music.
"Hey, it's time to leave!" Puck shouts into your ear and you turn your head around to watch Puck looking around frantically. You give him a glare while Santana keeps moving against your body.
You feel arousal pool between your legs when Santana nuzzles your neck and breathes in your scent. But Puck screaming in your ear is kind of a big turn off so you let go of Santana to give Puck a questioning stare, ready to hear his explanation to why he felt the need to interrupt your sexy dancing.
"We need to get out of here, NOW!" He screams to the both of you and you see how Santana suddenly widens her eyes and she gives Puck a bitch glare.
"What have you done?" she asks coldly and you furrow your eyebrows, trying to figure out what they're talking about.
The dimples in Santana's cheeks are gone and when Puck rubs his head while muttering something like "there's been a fight, kind of", Santana grabs your hand with her left hand and Puck's hand with her right and then you make a run for the exit.
XxXx
When the three of you are in a yellow cab Santana let's out her anger at Puck. She tells him to keep his fists to himself and that he shouldn't hit people just because it seemed convenient at the time. You don't feel weird or awkward listening in on this kind of private conversation, because Santana is still holding your hand. You intertwined your fingers together before you entered the cab and Santana didn't say anything. Either she didn't notice or she didn't care. It doesn't matter because you feel safe and giddy and when the cab pulls to a stop outside of Puck's apartment, you kiss his cheek and you tell him to sleep well. Santana hits his arm and tells him to fuck off. Puck scurries out the cab but Santana pulls him back in before he can leave. She tugs his shirt and she doesn't let go until Puck places a kiss to her temple. And you know that Santana is not really super mad at Puck, she just cares about him. And Puck knows that too, and he smiles at you before he shuts the door closed behind him.
You squeeze Santana's hand when the cab pulls out from the side of the road to continue the journey towards your apartment building.
You're quiet until the car stops again. Santana pays the cabdriver and you tell her 'seriously' with an annoyed tone and Santana only shrugs and sends you a small bashful smile.
You shake your head and make a mental note that you have to pay for her pizza or something soon so that you'll be even.
You take the stairs up to your floor and Santana keeps walking super slowly but you're still clutching her hand so you have to walk at her pace.
"You're walking slowly," you state because it's quiet and you want to talk to her.
"I know," she answers but keeps walking at the same slow pace.
Suddenly she comes to a halt in middle of the stairs and you almost fall backwards. She pulls your hand closer to her and you walk down a step so you're at the same height as her.
"I'm afraid of ghosts," she says and her eyes are glassy and her breath smells like cherries and alcohol and you smile because she's pretty drunk.
"Okay," you say because you don't know what else to tell her.
"I can't sleep alone when I'm scared," she says and you tell her 'okay' again. She pulls your hand harder and you look into her eyes. She looks sad and her lip is pouting slightly. She dips her head and you giggle because she reminds you of a child right now.
"There's nothing to be afraid of," you say because you don't think there are any ghosts in this building. It was probably built, like, two years ago so it's not the typical old 'ghost-house'.
"It is," she whispers and you stroke your fingers over her knuckles. "You have to sleep in my bed." She juts her bottom lip out and you gulp. Her brown eyes bore into yours.
You find yourself nodding while stroking her hand and she smiles at you.
Suddenly she starts skipping up the rest of the stairs and you stumble up the stairs behind her, trying to keep up with her speed.
You find yourself outside of her apartment while she's unlocking the door. The door flies open and she opens it wider.
"M'lady," she gestures for you to walk inside and you skip over the threshold and throw your jacket off in her hallway.
Santana does the same and then she smiles bashfully at you.
"Mind if we share my bed?"
XxXx
I know some of you think the story is moving too slowly, and some people think the pace is good. But just know that you will get what you want in the end, you just have to be patient ((: