"Hello?"
"Hey dad," I breathe into the phone.
"Hi sweetie. How are you?" he answers.
"I'm good. How are you?"
"I'm doing all right. What's going on?"
"Well, uh I look up to Brittany who is sitting at my desk, spinning around in the chair. "Would it be okay if I came home for Christmas?"
"Of course!" he exclaims. "I can't wait to tell Maya."
"Actually, could you not? I want to surprise her."
"Sure. You know, she hasn't stopped talking about coming to visit you ever since you brought it up."
"That's another thing I wanted to talk to you about," I say carefully. "If she wants to, and if it's okay with you, could she spend her spring break here? I think we have it at the same time."
"A whole week?"
"Yeah, and I could show her around the city, maybe take her to a baseball game or something or tour the campus."
"Yeah," he says after a few moments of silence. "That would be okay."
"Thank you," I say into the phone. "I have another question, though. Can I bring someone to Christmas?"
"Quinn?" he asks.
"No, someone else."
"I don't see why that would be a problem," I smile at his answer.
"Okay, thanks. I'll see you at Christmas then."
"I love you."
"Love you too."
I hang up the phone and fall back onto the mattress.
"What's this?" Brittany asks from my desk. She picks up a folder stuffed with papers that I threw on there the day I got them.
"What's what?" I groan from my bed.
Today was such a long day. I had test after test and tons of time between each one, so the day drug on and on.
Brittany tosses the folder on the bed for me to look at. I take one glance and immediately know what it is.
"Career tests," I toss the papers to the side as Brittany comes to sit on the edge of the bed.
She picks up the papers and begins flipping through them. "Have you tried one?" She asks.
"Of the tests?" She nods. "No."
"Why not?" Brittany rolls onto the mattress and lays by my side.
"Because I don't think that a few questions can determine what I want to do forever," I tell her.
"Well, what do you want to do?" She asks, resting her hand on my hip.
"You," I husk, pulling her into me.
Brittany smirks and lets out a loud sigh, rolling her eyes at me. "Duh, but what else do you want to do? What are you passionate about? What moves you?"
I roll away from her and onto my back, covering my face with my arms. "I could become a firefighter. Or maybe a police officer."
"That would be hot," Brittany leans over me. "You would have a gun," she gives me a kiss. "And a badge," another kiss. "And handcuffs," she wiggles her eyebrows. "Oh what we could do with those," she runs her hands up my sides.
I try to ignore the arousal that shoots through my body as Brittany's words leave her mouth.
"Maybe I'll just become a librarian," I joke. "So I can spend my days yelling at annoying teenagers."
"Will you be wearing glasses and a short skirt?" Brittany asks, brushing a few strands of hair out of my face.
"Mhm," I hum.
"You would make a sexy librarian," Brittany rolls off of me, grabbing hold of my waist to pull me on top of her.
I push my hips down into hers as she wraps her legs around my waist.
"How did you decide?" I look down at her.
"I love taking pictures," Brittany shrugs. "And I love getting to know things about people," she runs her finger across my collar bone. "I just think people are so interesting and I've met some pretty amazing ones recently," Brittany gives me a peck on the lips.
When she pulls away I just stare at her for a few moments. Brittany is a really passionate person and she does things with her whole heart. I think that's one of the many reasons I like her so much.
"What?" She says, her cheeks turning pink under my gaze.
"You're pretty amazing too," I breathe.
"Yeah?" she smiles, her eyes lighting up in the way they do when she gets excited about something. I nod my head, leaning down rest my forehead against hers.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you," I mumble. "I'm going up to visit Mercedes tomorrow," I roll off of her.
Mercedes called me earlier today and asked me if I could bring up a box she forgot the last time she was here. Since I don't have anything to do, I told her I would. She even said I could go to work with her if I wanted to.
"I'll be back Saturday morning."
"Sounds like fun," she leans closer to capture my lips with hers.
"Mhmm," I hum into her mouth. "You have a class tomorrow?"
"Yep," she says unenthusiastically.
"I'm sorry baby," I pull her into my side.
Brittany has been working a lot lately and between school and her job and working out with Sugar, she seems so exhausted. But, she keeps telling me it's to make up for all the time she will be taking off in December.
"I don't wanna work anymore," she mumbles, nuzzling her face into my shoulder. I hold her closer to me, running my fingers through her hair. "Do you smell that?" Brittany raises her head off the bed. "It smells like-"
"Pizza," I finish her sentence.
In the same instant we leap up off the bed and make our way into the kitchen.
"So the legends are true, bring pizza and they will come," Quinn says putting a slice on her plate and sitting at the table.
"Quinn, have I told you lately," I sing, "that I love you?" I hug Quinn from behind while Brittany grabs two plates from the cabinet.
"Have I told you there's no one else above you," Brittany chimes in as she hands me a plate with a slice of pizza.
I set it down on the table and Brittany holds her hand out for me to dance with her, "Fill my heart with gladness, take away all my sadness," I continue singing as Brittany spins us around the room. She dips me so that my face is hanging right by Quinn, "ease my troubles, that's what you do."
"Oh my god, just eat the damn pizza," Quinn says through a smile, though she is trying to fight it. Brittany pulls me back up and we sit down to eat with Quinn. "So, are you graduating in May?" Quinn asks me.
I let out a sigh and drop my pizza back onto the plate.
"Yes. Why?"
"Are you gonna stay here in the city? Move back home?"
Shit.
I haven't even thought about that. My scholarship has been covering room and board, well most of it, and my dad has been covering living expenses.
"Um- I- I don't know," I stare down at my plate.
The mood shifted from playful to serious way too quickly.
"Maybe you should start thinking about that," Quinn says.
"I have been thinking about it," I defend myself, my tone harsher than I meant it to be. I may not have thought about my living arrangements, but I have thought about what comes after college.
I do know that I don't want to move back home, I don't think anyone does. I don't have any debt, so I don't have to worry about paying things off and I could totally make rent if I found a job.
"Whoa," Quinn raises her hands in defense. "I wasn't asking to attack you. I'm just saying. And I thought since we are all graduating this summer, maybe we could all go on a trip or something?"
"Oh," I relax into my chair. "I could be down with that," I say calmly.
Quinn looks to Brittany.
"Brittany?"
"Sounds awesome."
/
"That was good pizza," Brittany groans, holding her stomach.
"Yeah, you ate the whole thing," I turn and prop myself up on my elbow. "Seriously," I lift up Brittany's shirt, "where do you put it?"
I lean forward and start peppering her stomach with kisses, my hands tickling her sides.
"Stop it," she tries to wiggle away from me, but I wrap my arms around her and keep her there. "Santana," she laughs, "I'm gonna throw up."
I stop tickling her and rest my head against her stomach. Brittany combs through my hair for a few moments, "Quinn is asleep right?"
"I dunno," I twist my head to look up at her.
"Hmm," she hums. "Are you tired?"
"No, are you?" I ask, twisting my body so I am laying on my back.
"Nope," she starts tugging me up by my arms.
"But we can't, you might cramp up," I lean down to kiss her slowly, tilting her head back so I can move down to her neck.
"It'll be worth it," she tells me, grabbing the sides of my face to pull back to her.
It seems like we haven't had a moment to ourselves like this in a few weeks, since the big storm. We have been together a lot, but as the end of the semester rolls around, so do all the projects and tests and with Brittany leaving in a few days, I'm glad we have this moment.
Brittany pushes her body into me so I roll onto my back as she begins pulling my tank top up. She kisses down my stomach, her lips leaving little wet marks, causing goosebumbs to form in their wake.
My breathing is already embarrassingly heavy as I think about where her lips could be heading. My back arches off the mattress to get more contact from her, but she pushes me back down with impressive force.
I let out a huff of air, getting frustrated because I am already so turned on and that only made it worse.
Brittany stops kissing my stomach and smirks up at me, her eyes a different shade than they usually are. She smoothes her hands all across my stomach, never breaking eye contact, before they slide down to remove my shorts. This time, she lets my hips rise off the mattress to help her take them off.
There is a look in her eye that I haven't seen before, it's softer and gentler than it usually is and I feel something pull deep within me at the sight.
My heart beats ten times faster when Brittany lowers her mouth to my abs again, kissing her way across my flesh as if she is mapping it out. She stops at the top of my underwear, her breath hitting in a ragged pattern. Brittany takes in a deep breath, running her nose across the outside of my underwear, where she places a single kiss to my center. My eyes roll to the back of my skull, but then I open them again to find Brittany looking up at me with her soft blue eyes, silently asking for my permission to continue.
I give her a weak nod, lifting my hips once again so she can pull my panties down. Brittany pulls them off slowly, sitting back on her heels to do so and dragging her fingertips down the length of my calves.
She kisses her way back up, starting with the top of my foot, then my knee, until she is placing wet kisses to my inner thighs. The whole time I'm watching, my breath catching in my throat each time she gets higher. I find myself tying to wet my lips, but my mouth has gone dry.
When she finally makes it to where I need her, my head rolls back against the pillow.
Brittany starts slow, placing gentle kisses to the top of my mound. It actually kind of tickles, but just as I'm about to laugh, she runs her tongue though my folds, causing the smile to fall from my face.
Her tongue comes up to flick across my clit a few times before she is closing her lips around it and sucking it into her mouth. I have to bring my arm up to my face and bit down on the flesh to keep from crying out. Brittany brings one hand up to massage my breast as she continues to move her tongue. With each flick, I feel a new wave of pleasure spreading throughout my whole body.
I feel her everywhere.
And it's the best feeling in the world.
She starts flicking her tongue really fast and I have to grab hold of the sheets to keep myself under control. Just as I am about to come, she changes pace, licking through my folds again. Then her tongue is entering my body, the warmth of it spreading down to my toes.
My hands shoot to the back of her head, pushing her deeper inside of me, until I realize that she may need to breathe. I loosen my grip, but begin rolling my hips up into her mouth. Brittany starts letting out tiny moans and the vibrations cause my whole body to jerk into her. I grab a fistful of sheets in one hand, but I keep the other on the back of Brittany's head.
Brittany keeps pushing in and out, the pressure in my lower stomach is becoming too much to handle. With one more thrust of her tongue inside of me, I am coming undone, my thighs shaking at the sides of Brittany's face.
Brittany keeps going, letting me ride out my orgasm until I literally can't take it anymore.
"Britt," I pant out, trying to wet my throat enough to speak, but she still doesn't stop.
She reattaches her lips to my clit, making tiny movements at first, but then getting faster and firmer again. Brittany slides two fingers inside of me with ease and begins moving in and out, each time getting a little bit faster.
"Oh God," I bit the back of my wrist to quiet myself. Brittany grabs hold of one of my hands with her free one and it doesn't take long before I am coming again, this time harder.
I start tugging on her hand to get her to come up to me. I grab hold of her face with both of my hands, my tongue pushing its way into her mouth. I groan when I taste myself on her. Brittany tries to pull off her pajama bottoms, but can't get them all the way off, so I bring my feet up to help her push them down.
Brittany sits up on top of me and tosses her shirt to the floor. She is about to lean back down, but I put my hand against her stomach to stop her. I wrap my hands around her thighs and pull her up. She falls forward a little, but steadies herself against the backboard.
I keep pulling until her center is directly over my face. I literally can't wait any longer, so I pull her down into me, wanting nothing more than to taste her. I don't even hesitate, my tongue immediately coming out to lap through her wetness.
The taste is indescribable. It's nothing like I thought it would be. I hum into her, enjoying the feeling of her against my mouth more than I probably should.
I can hear Brittany's ragged breathing from above me, until she starts grinding down on my face, then I can only feel her. Brittany leans back, placing one hand against my abs as she steadies her movements. I suck Brittany's clit into my mouth and that's all it takes for her to lose control, her movements becoming sloppy as she rides out her orgasm above me.
When she stops moving I kiss the inside of her thigh. She lowers herself back onto me, letting out a loud sigh and taking my lips in hers. We kiss slowly for a few moments, both of us trying to calm out hearts.
Brittany rests her forehead against mine and I notice that her body is shaking.
"Hey," Brittany's eyes are pinched shut and her breathing still ragged. I run my hands down her back, brushing my nose against hers. "What's wrong?"
She lays her head down on my chest. I wrap my arms around her body, trying to calm her down. I can feel my own heart rate starting to increase, wondering if maybe I did something wrong.
Brittany's breathing increases as she lays there "Santana, I-," she starts before there is a knock on the door.
"Are you two decent?" Quinn shouts from the hallway.
I let out a loud sigh, pulling the covers up to our shoulders and running my hands up and down Brittany's arms.
"Yeah," I call out, still holding Brittany close to my body.
Quinn pokes her head in through the door, "sorry," she mumbles when I give her a pointed look. "I just wanted to know what time you want to leave tomorrow."
"Uh-," I lean my head closer to Brittany's ear. "What time's your class?"
"One."
"One," I say back to Quinn.
"Cool," she nods before disappearing again.
"Quinn's going with you?" She asks.
"Yeah, she wants to check out the area. I think she wants to move up there after she graduates."
"I'm sure she will like it there," Brittany laughs. "It seems like her style."
"You've been up there?"
"Mhm, it's where I used to go to college."
"What made you change schools?"
"They didn't have photojournalism, and there were too many memories," her face turns down again.
"Oh," I breathe. "Are you okay?" I ask, still concerned about before.
"I haven't been this happy in so long," she squeezes my body.
"Me either," I tell her honestly, placing a kiss into her hair.
/
"Thanks for letting me come check this out," I tell Mercedes as I enter the sound booth.
"It will be nice to have some company for a change. Most nights just drag on and on and I never get any callers."
"What does this button do?" I ask with my hand hovering over a red button.
"Nothing, or at least I don't think it does anything," she has a confused look on her face.
How do you work with a big red button every other night and not know what it does?
"What's your show called?"
Mercedes lets out a laugh. "It's not a show, I just play music."
"Oh, so we can't like make funny banter and stuff," I sink back into my chair.
"No, but you can help me pick music."
The recording studio doesn't look anything like I imagined it would. It's just a simple room. I thought it would be bigger, this is pretty small. I thought it would be darker in here for some reason too.
"So, you're coming for Thanksgiving? Right?"
"Why wouldn't I?"
"I don't know, maybe you're too good for us now that you have this high end job."
"Trust me, this isn't a high end job," she laughs.
"Maybe not, but you always wanted to be a DJ, and here you are," I motion around the room with my hands.
"Yeah," she agrees, "gotta start somewhere I guess."
/
"What, do I just start talking?" I ask Mercedes. "But I don't know what to say."
"You're on air," she giggles through a whisper.
My eyes widen, "uh-" I draw out. "You're listening to WXFM, 'you got the feet and we got the beat,'" I say in my smoothest voice possible and cringe at the ridiculous slogan. "It's twenty three minutes past the hour here in the studio, but you probably don't care because you are asleep and if you're not, you should call. It's all request hour."
"Is it?" Mercedes chimes in.
"It is now," I shrug. Mercedes shakes her head through a laugh.
It has been over an hour and no one has called yet. Mercedes and I have been playing a game of cards for a while now and I can feel my eye lids start to droop.
As the song finishes, Mercedes motions for me to talk again. I am starting to run out of things to say now just like I am starting to think she brought me here to do her job. I don't know how she does this for four hours straight. I guess you get used to it after a while.
"WXFM," I say flatly. "We play music," I am holding my head up with my hand because it's getting harder and harder to sit upright. I would lay my head down on the table if I didn't have to speak into the microphone.
"Hey look," Mercedes points to the phone. "Santana has a caller!"
"What do I do?" I panic, covering the mic with my hand. I don't want to talk to a stranger on the phone.
"You could try answering it," Mercedes suggests.
I roll my eyes at her, but pick up the line anyway.
"Thank you for calling, what's your name?"
"Guess," I smirk at the familiar voice, perking up a bit.
"Mercedes I finally get to use my Mexican third eye," I sit forward in my chair, shaking out my hands in front of me and folding them on the table. "Let's see," I draw out, "something tells me your name starts with a 'B'. Is that right?"
"Yes," there is a giggle down the line and Mercedes raises her eyebrows at me.
"Bethany? No, that's not right. Brittany?"
Mercedes rolls her eyes at me because now she gets it. I just shrug my shoulder at her with a soft smile playing on my lips.
"Mhm, and I would like to request a song."
"Sure thing."
"It's for someone really special to me," my heart flutters inside my chest. If it was someone else, I would ask who, but I already know. "I would like you to play 'Some Hearts'"
"You got it Brittany," I say while Mercedes finds the song to play.
My face hurts so much from smiling as I listen to the lyrics of the song, the whole time my heart is beating wildly.
About halfway through the song I realize that Mercedes is staring at me.
"What?" I ask.
She narrows her eyes at me, "something's different about you."
"I got a haircut last week," I tell her.
"No, that's not it," she taps her finger on her chin.
"Maybe it's this shirt?"
"Have you met someone?" She asks, her eyes still narrowed at me.
"I've met lots of people."
"Stop playin. You know what I mean."
"Maybe," I shrug, and like always, I can't help the smile that creeps its way across my face whenever the subject of Brittany gets brought up.
"Are you gonna tell me who?" I just shrug at her again. "Do I know them?"
"It's possible."
"It's Brittany. Isn't it?"
"How!"
"It's the most obvious thing on the planet," Mercedes laughs.
"That I'm gay or that I'm with Brittany?"
"You guys are dating?" she squeals. "I thought you just had a serious crush on her. I'm so happy for you. You seem so happy."
"I am," I smile. "Can I ask you something though?" the smile fades from my face.
"Sure."
"You know my dad better than Quinn, do you think they are going to be okay with this? With me dating Brittany because I want them to meet her?"
"You want her to meet your family?" Mercedes gasps. I give her a weak nod. "Your dad loves you, and he will love you no matter what. Remember that one time you broke his brand new fishing pole?" I laugh at the memory. "And remember when you packed a bag and brought it to my house because you thought he would kick you out? But he didn't, he was just upset that you hid it from him."
"I think this is a little different," I let out a nervous laugh.
"It's not though. Even if he isn't okay with it at first, he will be eventually."
"I hope so," I breathe out. "I do have one more question though…" Mercedes quirks an eyebrow at me to continue. "How does everyone on the face of the planet see that I am gay, but you didn't know Kurt was? Because, if I remember correctly, you had a thing for Lady Hummel," I laugh.
"Because love is blind," she places her hand on her heart. "And I don't think its necessarily that people know you are gay, just that you are gay with Brittany, if that makes any sense. You've got it so bad."
/
"When will you be back?" I say, toying with the hem of Brittany's shirt.
I came over here to say goodbye to Brittany before she leaves for Lima tomorrow for thanksgiving. I will be driving her to the airport tomorrow morning too, so I will get to say goodbye again, but I wanted to do it in another way.
Now we are laying in her bed, my fingers brushing against the soft skin of her hip bones.
"Saturday," she mumbles, her eyes closing. I already knew that because I am also picking her up from the airport, but I just want to make sure. "I wish you were coming with me," she says lazily.
"I know," I sigh, "but I'll be with you on Christmas." Brittany doesn't respond, she just mumbles something, which I guess is a response, and keeps her eyes closed. "Go to sleep," I tell her through a laugh.
She has been fighting to stay awake for the better part of four hours. Her flight leaves at seven in the morning.
"I can sleep on the plane," she informs me.
"The flight is only like an hour," I laugh again. "You are going to be sleeping all day tomorrow. I can't be the reason for a passed out Brittany."
"But," she yawns. "I'm not gonna see you for a whole year. I need my Santana time," she stretches out on the bed, cracking her back.
"How about two days," our legs tangle together under the sheets as I pull her body into mine. Brittany buries her face into my chest.
"Two days too long," her words are muffled against me. "So, who cooks your thanksgiving dinner?" She asks after a while.
"Quinn," I tell her, "but I make a mean pot of mashed potatoes."
"Uhg," Brittany groans, "those are my favorite."
"I'll be sure to save you some then. I'll probably have to hide them from Mercedes because those are her favorite too."
"I thought you said it was just Quinn and Rachel that you have dinner with."
"Yeah, I didn't think Mercedes would come back, but I guess she is," I mumble. I lean over Brittany to check the time on the clock. It's a little past two in the morning.
"You should really get some sleep," I say softly, combing through her silky hair.
"Give me a kiss first," she cranes her neck up and our mouths meet.
/
"So, I pick you up at one on Saturday?" I ask again just to be sure.
I don't want to leave Brittany stranded at the airport when she gets back.
I hate airports. They are way to hectic to me and no one seems to know where they're supposed to go.
This is why I drive. It's quiet and calm and peaceful. It may take a hell of a lot longer, but that's a price I am more than willing to pay.
"Uh yeah," she says looking around. I pull her into a hug and give her a peck on the lips. "I'll call you when I land."
"Okay," I mumble.
I let out a loud sigh as I watch Brittany walk into the airport.
I turn back around and see Quinn struggling to climb into the front seat. I open the door to the driver's side and slide in.
Just as I enter the car, Quinn falls awkwardly into the front seat.
"Let's do this!" Quinn exclaims from next to me.
"Calm down," I say, my head pounding from staying awake so long last night. I rest my head on the steering wheel.
"We have to get the bird ready and peel the potatoes and make the stuffing and the gravy and make the salad."
"Stop," I groan, but Quinn keeps talking.
"And Rachel is making the pies, so we don't have a repeat of last year," Quinn gives me a pointed look. I may or may not have accidentally used salt in the place of sugar last year.
I honestly don't even know how I made that mistake.
I think Quinn's favorite part about Thanksgiving is all the cooking.
"Quinn, please. It's five thirty in the morning. I just wanna go back to sleep," I beg her.
"Did Brittany keep you awake all night?" She wiggles her eyebrows at me. I smirk a little to myself, remembering the night before because, yeah, she did.
Quinn sits back with a smug look on her face, like she cracked the code to one of life's greatest mysteries. I start the car and head back home.
I'm gonna need a long nap to prepare me for today.
/
I wake up at nine to a buzzing sound. I blink open my eyes, trying to fight off the pain in my head as I search for my phone.
"Hey," I greet Brittany, my voice scratchy from sleep.
"Were you sleeping?" She asks, sounding a little tired herself.
"No, were you?"
"I slept for like ten minutes, the guy next to me was snoring the whole flight and they kept asking me if I wanted pretzels."
"Are you home yet?" I roll over onto my back and pull the cover over my head to block out the tiny ray of sunshine that always sneaks trough my blinds.
"No, I'm trying to find my mom and dad," she tells me. I faintly hear someone calling Brittany's name in the background. "Found em," Brittany squeals excitedly.
I smile to myself, pressing the phone to my chest for a second. I can just picture the look on her face. When I put the phone back up to my ear, I can hear Brittany greeting her mom and dad.
"My parents say hi," she says eventually, pulling me out of my stupor.
"I say hi back."
"She says hi back," she tells her parents and I let out a small laugh.
"I'll let you go, so you can enjoy your family."
"Okay," she says. "Bye San," she says.
"Bye Britt."
After lying in bed for a few more minutes, I decide that I should probably get up.
When I walk into the kitchen, I see a tripod set up and Rachel and Quinn standing in the kitchen. I really shouldn't be surprised by what I see, but it's still early and I haven't had my coffee yet.
I ignore the fact that they are probably recording something and pad across the kitchen floor in my robe and fuzzy socks.
It's so cold in here.
They must not hear or see me because they don't say anything.
I slip back out of the kitchen and sit down on the couch, flipping on the TV in the process.
"Santana!" Rachel yells. "Man that was perfect. We're gonna have to do that again." I hear Rachel tell Quinn.
I smile devilishly to myself while I bring the coffee cup up to my lips and take a much needed sip. I feel better almost immediately.
Ten minutes pass and I'm still sitting comfortably in the living room alone when Quinn comes in and sits down next to me, causing the couch to shake and a little coffee to spill out.
I look down at my robe and see a stain setting in, "damn" I whisper, mostly to myself.
"I have good news and bad news," Quinn tells me.
"Okay," I draw out, "what's the bad news?"
"The bad news is that there are going to be more people coming tonight than usual."
I groan, it's hard enough dealing with just Rachel at thanksgiving. Something about the holidays makes her extra annoying.
"How many more," I ask, throwing my head back against the couch.
"Just a couple," she assures me.
"Who?"
"Well, Kurt and Tina. Maybe Kurt's boyfriend," she tells me. Tina is Mercedes' roommate. She seemed pretty all right when I met her the other day.
She's quiet.
I like quiet.
"Kurt has a boyfriend?" I ask, sitting up to give Quinn a questioning look.
"Yeah," she says, "weird right?"
"That's so cute- I mean," I cough. "That's cool," I shrug. "Good for lady Hummel. So, what's the good news?"
"Good news is that there isn't any more bad news."
"Speaking of bad news," I start. "Did you take my hoodie?"
"Uh- which one?" she narrows her eyes.
"The red one," I was going to wear it yesterday, but I couldn't find it anywhere.
"Nope," she answers quickly.
I turn my head towards her, trying to read her face. "Are you lying to me?" I get super close, trying to see if there are any changes in her facial expressions.
"I'm not lying."
"So, if I go to your room right now, I won't find it laying on the floor?"
"Okay, two things wrong with what you just said. One, nothing is laying on my floor. And two, you wouldn't get up to check anyway."
Well, she's not technically wrong there and she doesn't really have a reason to lie to me, unless she lost it because everyone knows that's my favorite hoodie.
"See," Quinn replies when I don't move or say anything her chest in victory.
/
"I have arrived," the door bursts open and Mercedes steps in. "And I brought the booze," she holds up two bottles of wine.
I swoop in and grab the bottles from her, "I'll take those." I immediately crack open the first bottle and grab a few glasses from the cabinet. "Anybody else?" I ask the room.
Everyone in the room says yes. I empty the bottle in less than two minutes.
Shit.
We're gonna need more alcohol.
"We should probably get some more wine," I say to Quinn as I hand her the glass.
"Mmm," she agrees over a sip, "get some more of this. It tastes like heaven."
I guess I'm going then.
"Watch the potatoes," I point my finger at her. "And don't let Rachel touch them."
I grab my coat off the rack and my beanie that's sitting in the key bowl. There is a drug store right down the street from here so it shouldn't take too long.
I pick up three bottles of wine and as I'm paying I see a familiar face in the candy aisle.
As I spot her, she spots me. I want to pretend like I didn't see her, but it's too late, she's already walking toward me.
"Santana, hey," she greets me.
"Sugar," I give her a short nod. "What are you doing here?"
"What are you doing here?"
I hold up the bottles of wine. "Party," I say simply. After a few awkward seconds I tell her I should probably get back.
I start walking toward the exit, but something makes me turn back around. I look back to Sugar who has her head hanging slightly.
I can't believe I'm doing this, I think to myself.
"Sugar?" She looks up at me with a little hope in her eyes. "You wanna come have dinner with me and my friends?" I'm surprised that actually sounded nice considering my previous feeling toward her.
"Sure," she says excitedly.
We start walking back to my apartment. The sun is almost down and it's starting to get really cold outside.
At least the wine will be cold.
"So, how are things with you and Brittany?" Sugar finally speaks, easing some of the awkward tension.
"We're good," I say because there's not much else to say.
"She talks about you all the time, you know?"
I can feel the butterflies start their wings inside my chest. I know I talk about Brittany all the time, so it's nice to know I'm not the only one.
I don't say anything in response, I just feel the lightness that I always feel whenever I think about Brittany.
"That's how I knew she liked you and when I asked her if she did, her face turned dark red and she kept denying it. Then when she finally told me she liked you, she said I couldn't tell anyone because she didn't want to break your trust."
My heart gives a little tug inside my chest as I think about Brittany trying to keep us a secret. It's endearing that she would do that for me.
"You guys are so great together," Sugar squeals.
"Thanks," I say honestly, not really knowing what else I'm supposed to say to that.
"Brittany is a great person. If I was gay, I would be all up on that." I snap my head toward Sugar, "I'm kidding, I'm kidding." She raises her hands up in defense. I let out a nervous laugh and unclench my fist at my side. "You two being with other people just doesn't make sense," she tells me.
I have to agree with her on that point. In fact, now that I have been with Brittany I can't picture myself with anyone else. I know most people would think that it's too early to think like that, but I can't help the way I feel.
/
"Satan!" Kurt shouts as I enter the apartment. Before I even have time to react, I am being crushed in his embrace.
"Who is this lovely lady?" He looks behind me.
"This is Sugar," I motion to her. "Sugar this is Kurt," I motion back to him.
"That is such a lovely coat," he gasps.
"I know," she exclaims.
"Is that real fur?"
"Sure is," she runs her fingers through the lapels.
Both of their voices are so high, I can't help but cringe when they speak.
"Where's your boyfriend?" I grab Kurt's arm and pulls him aside.
Kurt smiles and points over to the couch, "isn't he dreamy?" He clasps his hands together underneath his chin.
"He's wearing a bow tie," I laugh.
"His name is Blaine." Kurt stares at Blaine from across the room with a really creepy look on his face for a moment before he turns back to me.
"Are you seeing anyone?" He asks, tilting his head to the side like a curious puppy.
My heart starts beating in my chest "Uh, - yeah," I stutter out.
"Who is it? Do I know him? Is he hot? It better not be Puck or worse Finn. You know, he had a crush in you in high school? I told him you would cut off his balls if he ever tried anything."
"Kurt," I say a little louder than I intended. "It's not Puck or Finn," my body shivers just thinking about it.
"Who then? Did you finally hook up with Brian? He is fine." He bites his bottom lip.
"You don't know her," I spit out before I can even think about it.
Kurt brings his hand up to his heart, "lady loving Lopez?" He gasps.
"Yup," I breathe, "this Lopez loves the ladies."
"No way!" He gasps again.
It's weird that Kurt is the only one who didn't know so far, but kind of refreshing in the same instance.
"Where is she," he begins twirling around the room trying to find her. "Is it Sugar?" He asks, his voice low.
"Ew, no!" I exclaim. "She's not here. She went to her families for Thanksgiving."
"Do you have a picture?"
"I might," I say.
Of course I do though. She is the background on my phone after all.
"Let me see. Let me see," he begs.
"Fine," I huff out, pulling my phone out of my pocket.
Just when I'm about to click the button to show him, the screen lights up, flashing the most beautiful face I have ever seen.
I go to answer my phone, but Kurt makes a grab for it.
"Give that back," I snatch it from him, giving him a death glare.
"Hello?" I answer.
"Hey," Brittany greets me and just the sound of her voice makes my insides turn to mush.
"Let me talk to her," Kurt tries to grab the phone again, but I quickly dart away and duck into my bedroom.
"Who was that?" Brittany asks from the other line.
"Kurt," I say a little breathless. "Sorry bout that, what's up?"
"I just called to say hey. Everyone is napping from all the Turkey," she tells me.
"Wow, you guys ate early," it's only four thirty here, which means its three thirty there.
"Yeah, we do that." I hear a muffled voice in the background.
"Who was that?" I ask, but I already know.
"Sam," Brittany deadpans, "he told me to tell you hi and that he can't wait to see you on Christmas. Oh and he still sleeps with his stuffed puppy he got when he was seven. Ow!"
"Did he hit you?" I call down the phone. "Because I'm not above killing a man."
"Dammit Sam," she breathes. "No, you terd. Now get out." After a few seconds of silence Brittany speaks again. "Okay, he's gone. How is your Thanksgiving going?"
"Okay I guess. A lot more people showed up than I thought. And sugar is here."
"Sugar?"
"Yeah, I kind of ran into her while I was getting wine. She looked all sad and alone so I invited her."
"That was sweet of you babe," she coos down the line.
I still haven't gotten used to her calling me that.
"How is your mom doing?" I ask her because the last time Brittany talked to her mom, which was about a week ago, she was having chest pains again.
"She seems like she's doing ok, but it's hard to tell and I don't wanna ask in case she doesn't want to talk about it."
"I hope she's doing okay," I tell her. It would be terrible for her to not enjoy the holidays with her family. "Hey, I gotta go finish my potatoes, I'll call you tonight?"
"Sounds good."
"Bye Britt."
"Bye."
When I open my door, Kurt falls forward and slams into me.
"What the hell?" I say in surprise. "Were you listening?" I slap his arm. "Don't you have a boyfriend to entertain?"
"Hey, hey, hey," he says, trying to defend himself against me slapping his arm. "He's getting along handsomely with Rachel. You know, your voice gets all different when you talk to your mystery girl. Britt was it?"
"I hate you," I groan and move past him to walk to the kitchen.
"Wait, wait," he grabs my arm. "So do Quinn and Rachel know?"
"Uh- yeah, why?"
"Am I allowed to talk about this?"
"Why do you need to talk about it? I'm dating Brittany, so what? You're dating bow tie," I point out "and I'm not grilling you about it."
"What about Mercedes? Does she know?"
"Does Mercedes know what?" She says walking down the hall.
Kurt sucks in his lips as his eyebrows raise up into his hair line.
"If it's that you are in love with Brittany, then yes, Mercedes knows."
My jaw drops open and I'm about to ask who told her but she speaks before I can formulate the words. "Girl you are like a love sick puppy whenever she is around. It would be hard for anyone to miss it," and then she goes to the bathroom.
"I have got to meet this woman," Kurt breathes.
"There you are," Blaine comes slugging down the hall. "I've been looking for you," he runs his finger across Kurt's chest.
"Can we use you bedroom?" Kurt asks me.
"Hell no. No. No," I start pushing them down the hall and back into the living room.
Everyone is absorbed in their conversations, so I make my way into the kitchen for some peace and quiet. I take a big gulp of wine and relax back against the counter.
"You okay?" Quinn walks in to get some more chips to bring out to the living room.
"So many people," I groan.
"I know," she sighs. "I'm gonna ask you a question and I want you to think really carefully about it before you answer okay?"
"Okay?" I draw out.
"Rachel has this idea-"
"No-"
"But you don't even-"
"I know what you are gonna say and just no," I fold my arms across my chest.
"You would make me go alone?"
"Quinn don't try to guilt trip me into-"
"I will give you fifty dollars."
"Okay deal." I stick my hand out for her to shake, but then pull it back at the last second. "Fifty dollars and you have to get me coffee whenever I want it."
Quinn rolls her eyes, "Okay, fine." And we shake on it.
The rest of the evening doesn't turn out that bad. Mostly because I am too buzzed to even care. Kurt kept nagging me about seeing a picture of Brittany and when I finally showed it to him, he shut the hell up.
It also turns out that Sugar is a pretty entertaining person one you look past all the weird, she got us all to play a game of Pictionary.
/
"Why did I agree to this?" I say standing in line to get into a store.
"Because you want to be a part of the Black Friday magic," Rachel exclaims.
"Oh yeah, this is so magical, standing outside in the freezing cold around crazy people who are all dressed in their pajamas."
"Okay Mrs. Grinch, this is the perfect opportunity to get Brittany a Christmas gift."
"Yeah, that I could also buy when it's not dark and negative thirty degrees outside," I pull my coat closer to my body, shaking my arms and legs trying to warm up. "Quinn should be back by now," I say looking over the crowd for her.
"She's almost back," Rachel assures me. "What?" Rachel's asks when she notices me staring at her.
"Did you have to put the black stuff under your eyes?"
"I'm on a mission."
"You look ridiculous."
"We'll see who's ridiculous when I get all the bargains."
"Quinn!" I shout when I see her walking toward us. "Oh thank god. I thought I was going to die."
"Yeah, here's your five dollar cup of coffee and bagel."
"Guys there're opening the doors!" Rachel starts bouncing up and down.
"Are you gonna buy anything?" Quinn asks me completely ignoring Rachel's excitement, both of us way too tired to be awake right now. I think that says a lot considering Quinn is such a morning person.
I shrug my shoulders as I bring my coffee to my lips. It warms my body immediately and I momentarily stop shivering.
Suddenly, Quinn and I are being pushed forward by a mob of people and it causes me to drop my bagel.
Well, at least my coffee survived.
"Rachel?" Quinn calls as she looks around. "Rachel!"
"Maybe she got trampled," I mumble to myself.
I look into the store and see that Rachel is already inside and making her way around, in fact she already had a few items in her hands.
She must have snuck her way in there.
I guess sometimes it pays to be so tiny.
/
"Do you really need all that lotion?" I ask Rachel as we are walking home after hours of shopping and standing in line.
"It was on sale," she shrugs.
"And all that silverware?"
"Ten dollars, how can I not need it?"
"Okay, but boxers?"
"I'm liberated!"
"That doesn't even make sense. Whatever I'm too tired for this." I feel like a zombie and my eyes are literally burning.
Finally I see my apartment building and it has never looked so beautiful.
I climb the stairs to my apartment, dragging my body as well as I can. I just wanna cuddle up next to Brittany and sleep for the next year.
That would be so perfect.
/
The moment I see Brittany walking toward me, my heart begins to flutter inside my chest.
"Hey," I greet her and pull her into a hug. I breathe her in because two whole days without seeing her was absolute torture. Okay, it wasn't that bad, but it's nice to be able to hold her again.
"I brought you something," she hands me a sweatshirt that looks pretty beat up.
"You shouldn't have?" I say skeptically.
"Well, if you don't like it, I'll take it back. It's my favorite," she starts to pull it back to her.
"No, no. I love it," I smile at her. "I just- why are you giving this to me?"
"Because I stole yours, and I'm gonna keep it because it smells like you, so you can have mine."
"Ah, so you are the sweatshirt thief?"
"I probably should have told you huh?" she says, tugging me closer by the lapels of my coat.
"Nah, it's all good."
"It did help me sleep without you though," she brings her hands to the small of my back.
"I'm glad I could help," I lean up to give her a quick kiss, "now let's get home."
Finally had the chance to put this up!
Thanks for reading!
The song is Some Hearts by Carrie Underwood