Happy Halloween everyone!
I toss my phone to the side, groaning when I hear it tumble off the side of the mattress before hitting the floor. I press the heels of my hands against my eyelids until little tiny specks form behind them.
And then I press harder.
I press and press until my eyes hurt from the pressure.
I let out a loud sigh before I roll over toward the edge of the bed to pick my phone up off the ground. Just laying here isn't helping anything. Maybe I should call Brittany back. When I press the unlock screen to my phone, I see that I have three text messages from Brittany.
The first one says that she is sorry.
The second is just my name.
And the third is her telling me she is on her way over here.
As I read the last text message, I hear a knock on our front door.
That can't be her. I wasn't laying here that long, was I? I mean- she only lives about ten minutes away, but still.
I assume Rachel or Quinn will answer it, so I just stay in my bed.
The door to my room is still open, so I scoot up and sit with my back against the backboard of the bed, folding my arms across my chest as I wait for Brittany to appear.
She does moments later, her hands behind her back and her chin tucked into her chest, bundled up in her coat and scarf. I have to shake the thought that she looks utterly adorable all decked out in her winter gear because I'm supposed to be mad at her.
"Hey," she greats softly, not making any attempt to step into the room.
"Hey," I greet back shortly, my arms still folded tightly across my chest.
There is an uncomfortable silence that stretches through the air as I shift in my spot, not really knowing what I am supposed to say to her right now.
"San," Brittany breathes out eventually and it causes my eyes to snap to her. "I'm sorry I missed dinner with you," she says softly and I feel myself untense just a little at the sound of her voice. "I was looking forward to it all day."
I let out a scoff, turning my head away form her.
If she was looking forward to it all day, then why did she skip out and go to dinner with her ex instead of having a nice meal with me?
Brittany ignores it and keeps talking.
"She came to the gym right after I got off and asked if we could talk, so I said yes," she shrugs. "It wasn't even dinner. She ate a hotdog from a vender and I sat there."
"Why did you tell Rachel and not me?" I ask her. Surely if she told Rachel, she could have done the same with me. I'm pretty sure girlfriend ranks higher than roommate.
"She asked when I would be back and if I could bring home some cotton balls so she could start her routine before opening night. So, I told her I was with Amy at the moment and I would be there when I was finished."
I clench my jaw at the mention of her name.
"I just- she was texting me again and I didn't tell you that because I thought if I ignored her long enough she would stop, but apparently I was wrong." Brittany comes to sit down on the edge of the bed. "I didn't blow you off for her," she reaches for my hand. "I would never do that. We talked, well she talked, for like ten minutes. Then I told her to leave me alone."
"Oh," I breathe out as I look over Brittany's features. Her cheeks are tinged pink and her eyes look worn out. That could be because she put in a double shift today or it could be something else. "She just made it seem like you two had a romantic dinner or something," I tell her, a little embarrassed that I jumped to conclusions without even hearing Brittany's side of things.
"I should have told you," Brittany looks down to her lap. "I didn't really think about it and then you sounded really upset on the phone," her fingers lightly trace the outside my wrist, "but I would be lying to you if I said I didn't want to hear what she had to say."
I take in a sharp breath, sucking my lips into my mouth and give Brittany a small nod. I move further up the bed, removing my hand from Brittany's before I bring my knees up to my chest, resting my chin on top.
Brittany fidgets with her hands, looking unsure as to what to do now.
"I know this sounds ridiculous," Brittany finally speaks, "but I thought that maybe we could be friends," my eyebrows furrow together.
"You want to be friends with the girl you used to be in love with?" I scoff, wondering if it's even possible to be just friends with someone you once shared yourself with.
"Well, not anymore," Brittany looks away from me. "I thought maybe she changed, but she is still the same liar she was before." Brittany finishes with a loud sigh before continuing, "I'm really sorry I missed dinner with you," she tells me again.
I nod my head, mulling over everything Brittany is telling me in my mind.
"Did you not eat? I mean- I know you said you didn't eat with her, but did you not eat at all?" I ask. Brittany shakes her head slowly. "There are leftovers. Want some?"
Brittany looks up to me, the corners of her mouth turning up the slightest bit.
"Are we okay?" she asks carefully, her face turning serious again.
"Why wouldn't we be?" I ask curiously. Sure I was mad at her, but it was just a misunderstanding.
"You were mad," she tells me.
"Yeah," I agree with her and to be honest I am still a little upset, though not necessarily at Brittany, but at the whole situation in general. "But I still love you," I nudge her with my foot. Brittany lets out a light laugh. "I just wish you would have told me," I tell her honestly. "I was more upset that I heard it from she who shall not be named," I try to joke, but Brittany doesn't smile.
Brittany worries her lip between her teeth, picking at the material of my sock.
"I'm sorry," she tells me again. I push off the bed and scoot closer to Brittany. I grab one of her hands in my own and bring it up to my lips, placing a kiss across her knuckles. "I missed you today," she nudges her nose against the side of my cheek before laying a kiss there.
"Me too," I breathe when Brittany's lips brush past my own. Brittany's stomach growls after a few seconds, causing me to laugh. I rest my forehead against hers. "I'm gonna go heat you up some of my super awesome spaghetti," I kiss her nose before getting up off the bed.
Brittany grabs my hand as I walk past her, pulling me back toward the bed. She scoots to the edge, opening up her legs so I can step in-between them. Brittany wraps her arms around my body, pressing her head against my stomach.
"I love you so much," she says, her voice muffled against my shirt.
I cradle her head in my arms, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of her head.
"Oh yeah?" I giggle at the sound of Brittany's voice. Brittany nods her head against my stomach, her arms squeezing tighter around my waist. "Hey," I say gently, pushing my body away from Brittany's so I can look at her face.
I bring my hand up to Brittany's face, tilting her chin up slightly so I can see her eyes. Her eyes are glossed over, filled to the brim and just waiting to overflow.
Brittany quickly wipes it away, pressing the heels of her hands to her eyes.
I kneel down in front of her to take her hands in my own before rubbing my thumbs across her wrists. It's just then that I remember that she was crying when I called her not more than a half hour ago.
"What happened today?" I say softly, brushing the few strands of hair that are sticking to the sides of her face away. Brittany nuzzles into my touch, reaching up and grabbing my wrists with her hands. She shakes her head, sucking her lips into her mouth. "Britt," I breathe out.
"It's- it's dumb," she mumbles, trying to turn her head away from me. I don't let her though, I keep my hands steady against the sides of her face, searching her eyes for something, anything, that could tell me what's going on in there.
Brittany lets out a shaky breath after a few moments.
"I was just thinking a lot about us," she says in a small voice.
"Us?" I question.
The way it leaves her mouth makes my heart jump.
"Yeah," Brittany croaks out, a half smile creeping across her face.
"And...?" I ask hesitantly, not sure where this might be heading.
"And sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve you," she shrugs.
"Are you kidding me?" I lean up to press my forehead against Brittany's. "Baby, you're like the kindest, sweetest and most amazing person I have ever met." Brittany lets out a sniffle, her face cracking into a smile that I didn't know I needed to see until right now as she chokes out another sob.
I pull her face closer to mine, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth and then to her lips until she is finally kissing me back.
I have never been cheated on before, but I do know what it does to someone. Back in high school, Quinn had a few heartbreaks that ended with the guy cheating on her and she was so hurt by them. From what Brittany has told me about her relationship with Amy, they were in love, or at least Brittany was and I can't imagine what that does to a person inside. Or how they must feel like it was somehow their fault and that maybe they aren't loveable.
Brittany's stomach rumbles again, breaking us apart. She looks to me with an apologetic look, her hands tracing their way up and down my arms.
"Come on," I pull her up gently by the elbow and we walk out of the room hand in hand toward the kitchen.
Rachel and Quinn are still parked on the couch, probably absorbed in some reality TV show that they always watch. Quinn tries to get me to watch them with her, but I always decline. I can never get into them like they can.
I grab the food from the fridge and get a bowl out for Brittany to put some spaghetti in. Brittany shovels a few scoops into her bowl before popping it into the microwave. I come up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist, placing my chin atop her shoulder. Brittany leans her body back into mine, gently swaying us back and forth while we watch the spaghetti re-heat in the microwave.
Quinn comes into the kitchen carrying two bowls and sets them down in the sink.
She rests against one of the counters, folding her arms across her chest. She gives me a look and I know the look means she wants to talk to me, so I tell Brittany I will meet her in the living room in a few minutes. I watch silently as Brittany goes to sit on the floor against one of the chairs.
"You okay?" Quinn finally speaks, pulling me out of my daze.
"Yeah," I answer.
"You guys are good now?" She asks again.
"Yeah," I repeat myself. "It was just a misunderstanding," I tell Quinn, "which is what usually happens when you get secondhand information," I send a glare out in Rachel's direction even though I know it's not really her fault.
"What? Did Amy lie about having dinner with Britt?"
"Kind of," I tell her. "But I mean- It wasn't like I thought it was. They just talked, but Amy told me they went out and then Rachel saying she knew and I made this super awesome dinner for Britts and I and we were going to sit and watch TV all night, but then she cancelled for work- yeah I was a little pissed," I finish with a huff.
"Well, thank god you two worked it out," Quinn grabs a bowl and starts putting some spaghetti in it. "Rachel and I were discussing who would get custody of the two of you?"
"What the hell? Like we would break up over something like that," I fold my arms across my chest.
"Hey, you never know these days," I furrow my eyebrows as Quinn continues to shovel more food into her bowl. "What? It's so good," She defends herself when she notices me staring. "You have to watch this new show with us," Quinn points into the living room. "It's hilarious."
I shrug my shoulders, wordlessly following Quinn back into the living room. I plop down on the floor next to Brittany, pocking her in the side as she scoots over so we can both rest our backs against the chair. She smiles at me before offering me a bite of her spaghetti. I oblige, opening my mouth so she can feed it to me.
"Mmm," I lick my lips when I swallow it. "Greatest spaghetti I have ever tasted," Brittany giggles, nudging her shoulder into mine before taking another bit herself.
"It's alright," she mumbles. "Not the best thing I have ever tasted though," she winks.
I roll my eyes at her before I reach down and grab one of Brittany's hands, pulling it into my lap.
"Brittany, who is that guy you like on here?" Rachel asks from across the room.
"Si," she answers. "There he is," she starts laughing before he even begins talking.
To my surprise, the show actually turns out to be quite funny. Different, but funny.
/
Rachel left about a half hour ago, leaving Quinn alone with Brittany and I.
"So, Thursday is opening night," Quinn speaks, pulling my attention away from the TV.
"Yep," Brittany rolls her head against my shoulder toward Quinn.
"I was thinking we could take her out to dinner or something after?" Quinn asks. "Well actually, it was Kurt's idea. Something about this being her first big role in a while."
"Sure," I agree, stroking the back of Brittany's neck with my fingertips.
"Brittany?"
"Sounds good," she mumbles, nuzzling back into my arm.
"Great," Quinn stands up. "I'm gonna go to bed," she stretches her body out. "See ya Britt," she waves before walking out of the room. She stops just as she is about to enter the hall, turning back to us. "Sorry about earlier Brittany."
"It's cool," Brittany answers before Quinn disappears into her bedroom.
I stare down at Brittany, waiting for her to explain, but she doesn't. She just continues to watch TV.
"Britt," I nudge her forehead with my nose. "What was that about?" I ask her.
"Oh, Quinn. She uh- gave me a lecture in the hall when I got here."
"She did?" I ask, almost wanting to go yell at Quinn for that but Brittany is quick to defend her actions.
"I understand though. I mean- she is your best friend," Brittany fiddles with her hands on her lap.
"She would have done the same to me you know?" I softly run my fingers through Brittany's hair. "You staying over tonight?" I ask after a few moments of silence.
"Unless you don't want me too," she answers. "I really missed you today," Brittany wraps her arms around my body.
"Of course I want you to," I kiss the top of her head. "You must be really tired. Did you even get a break today?"
"Mhm, I got an hour for lunch, but then I worked pretty much the rest of the time."
"I don't know how you do it," I breathe out. Brittany just shrugs in response, her eyes falling closed as I continue to play with her hair. "Let's go to bed," I pat her arm.
/
The small stream of sunlight wakes me up in the morning. I squeeze my eyes shut at the intrusion, not yet wanting to leave the warmth of my bed and soundness of my sleep. I hear Brittany lightly snoring in front of me, my arms still wrapped around her body from the night before.
I lean forward, placing a gentle kiss to the tiny bit of exposed skin on her neck. Brittany mumbles, pulling me closer to her body. I smile to myself, running my nose against Brittany's shoulder. She is so unbearably adorable in the morning when she is barely awake.
I place another kiss to Brittany's shoulder, trying to coerce her out of sleep. It seems to be working because she stirs again and I can feel the change in her breathing. I tangle our fingers together, slightly lifting up Brittany's t-shirt and pressing the palm of my free hand flat against her stomach.
Brittany's body jolts slightly.
"Cold," she mutters as her other hand pulls her shirt back down.
I press myself closer to her from behind, trying to warm myself up because it is really cold in here, even with the addition of a comforter and Brittany.
Brittany turns around in the circle of my arms, tucking her arms close to her body and burrowing into my chest.
"Why is it so cold?" She shivers.
It is very uncharacteristic for Brittany to be this cold, especially in bed.
"I don't know," I rub my hands up and down her arms. "Should I get another blanket?" I ask Brittany.
"It wouldn't hurt," Brittany answers tangling her legs with mine underneath the sheets.
"Okay," I kiss her forehead before flipping the covers off my body. "Holy shit," I breathe out. "It's freezing!"
I look back at Brittany on the bed and she has wrapped the cover around her body, covering everything but her face.
"Be right back," I grab my robe off of my rest chair, throwing it around my body.
I exit my room in my robe and slippers and begin making my way down the hall to the closet. I hear some clanking in the kitchen so I walk a little further to see what Quinn is up to.
Quinn is wrapped up in her covers, boiling some water over the stove.
"Hey," I say, my voice weak from just waking up.
"Look outside," Quinn points to the window in the living room.
I turn my head slightly and see a blanket of white.
"Holy crap," I laugh. "Was there a blizzard?"
"Santana there is like 3 inches of snow," Quinn answers dryly. "I think the heating went off or something," Quinn she tells me as she gets a few packets out of one of the cabinets.
"Blizzard," I repeat shuffling into the kitchen to see what she's doing. "What cha makin?" I lean against the counter.
"Hot chocolate," she answers. "And there is coffee if you want to put some in it."
"Oh, sweet," I cheer, waiting no time to grab two cups.
"Did Brittany stay over?"
"What do you think?" I ask as I pour a little bit of coffee into the cups.
"Right, duh," she responds.
"You think class is cancelled today?" I ponder aloud. "Can they really expect us to walk outside when it's negative thirty degrees?"
"I have class and so will you, unless your professors are as lazy as you are and decide they can't brave the three inches of snow to make it to class."
"Let's hope," I put some powdered chocolate into the mugs before stirring it.
"Yeah," Quinn breathes out.
"Thanks for this," I hold up the mugs as I make my way back into my room. I push open the door with my backside and kick it shut with my leg when I enter the room.
Brittany is still curled up in a ball on my bed.
"Britt," I whisper when I get to the edge of the bed. Brittany peeks her head out look up at me before seeing the cup I am holding out to her. Brittany immediately sits up to take it. "Complements of Quinn," I tell her as she brings the cup up to her lips.
"Mmm," Brittany hums out.
I do the same, letting out an appreciative groan at the warmth of the liquid.
Quinn bursts into my room a few minutes late, jumping onto my mattress and in-between Brittany and I. She struggles for a moment before getting underneath the covers with Brittany holding open a side for me to crawl under as well.
"So fucking cold," Quinn's teeth chatter as she moves her body to try and get warm.
"I thought you were going to class," I ask when Quinn finally settles down.
"No, I'm not going outside," Quinn shakes her head back and forth. "No way."
"Britt, write this down in the record books. Quinn Fabray skips class." Quinn kicks me with her foot. "You could at least switch places with Brittany if you are going to continue to grace us with your presence."
"Ugh," Quinn groans out. "Fine. You two can cuddle up while I sit all alone."
Quinn lifts her body up so that Brittany can roll under her and when she reaches me she lays her head down on my lap, not even bothering to resurface from underneath the blanket.
Brittany says something and Quinn and I share a look, unable to decipher what it is she is trying to say.
"What?" I lift up the covers to look at Brittany.
"I said, Quinn can cuddle with me if she wants."
Brittany comes to sit against the backboard and Quinn instantly takes her up on the offer, grabbing her arm and huddling into her side.
"Hands where I can see em," I narrow my eyes at Quinn.
"Relax Santana, I'm not that into that," she rolls her eyes and leans her head against Brittany's shoulder while Brittany lays her head against mine.
Quinn sits with us for exactly twenty four minutes before freaking out about missing class, to which she ends up going.
Such a rebel.
Brittany and I continue to lay in the comfort of my bed. The heat came back on, but our bodies are still chilled.
"What are you doing," Brittany laughs when my fingers tickle up her sides.
"What are you doing?" I mock her, kissing up the side of her neck and stopping just below her ear.
Brittany lets out a groan, arching her neck to give me more space to work. I begin pulling up her shirt, but she stops me, pulling it back down.
"Your hands are like ice, babe."
Brittany kisses my lips, taking my bottom one between hers and lightly sucking.
"Mmm," I hum when I feel her tongue lick across my bottom lip. "They can warm up pretty fast though," I tell her, pushing my body closer and trying again to touch Brittany's soft skin underneath her shirt.
She winces when my fingers skate across her bellybutton, letting me touch her for four whole seconds before she pushes me away again.
I groan in frustration, hating that my body is so cold right now.
"Let's take bath," Brittany offers.
"A bath?" I question.
I haven't taken a bath in forever.
"A bath," she states again, tracing her fingertips up and down my arm. "Warm water, a naked Santana and bubbles," she states dreamily.
"And a naked Brittany right?"
"And a naked Brittany," she nudges her nose against mine.
"I'm in," I lean up and kiss her lips.
/
Brittany starts the bath water while I rifle through my things, trying to find where I put all that bubble bath stuff I got for Christmas. It really shouldn't be that hard to find though because I received about fifteen different kinds from relatives who didn't know what else to get me.
I finally find it hiding away in the corner of my closet. I grab a few bottles so that Brittany can decide which one to use.
When I get into the bathroom, Brittany is sitting by the tubs edge in just her panties and I have to stop myself from gawking at her.
I clear my throat before I begin talking.
"We have moonlight walk," I start telling her the options as I look at the labels for the first time since I received them. "Uh- sunrise citrus, or peppermint candy cane," I look down at Brittany and she grabs the candy cane one from my hands.
"I love candy canes," she tells me as she twists open the cap to pour some in the tub.
After Brittany finishes that task, she is taking off her panties and lowering herself into the steaming water. I watch carefully as she sinks her body down, her body becoming submerged into the water, before I begin to take off my own clothes.
Brittany opens her arms for me as I step into the tub, slipping a little, but her arms reach up to steady me at my waist and guide me down into the water with her.
I let out a sigh at the warmth as I sink back into Brittany's embrace. Everything is quiet and calm and warm and pepperminty. Brittany's arms are wrapped around my front, her hands resting gently on my stomach as she traces patterns into my skin. It feels so nice and relaxing.
I tilt my head back to rest against her shoulder, angling it so I can brush my lips along the underside of Brittany's jaw.
"This is nice," Brittany says gently.
"Yeah," I agree, nuzzling my head into the crook of her neck. "We should totally do this more often."
"Mhm," Brittany squeezes me closer to her, nibbling at my earlobe. "And now you are going to smell like a candy cane and you'll be so tasty," she husks into my ear.
Brittany's hands move to the tops of my thighs, her blunt nails digging into my skin.
"Uh-" I moan out, my back arching the slightest to get closer to Brittany. "Babe," I reach up with one hand, wrapping it around to grasp at the back of Brittany's neck.
Brittany licks from the base of my neck up to that spot behind my ear that she knows drives me insane. She kisses around the sensitive area, her breath tickling the inside of me ear and making my stomach flutter with every touch.
My legs spread on their own accord as Brittany's hands trail to the insides of my thighs and I let out a shaky breath when she brushes against my center. I can feel Brittany's heart beating, steady and strong, against my back as her hand continues to tease me beneath the water.
I relax into Brittany's touch, letting her guide me wherever she wants me to go. I shut my eyes and just feel.
Brittany's free arm is wrapped around my torso, her hand coming up to massage my breast every now and again, intensifying the feeling. The water surrounding us is sloshing around with the quickening pace of Brittany's hand and the slight thrashing of my hips. I turn as best I can to place open moth kisses along the slope of Brittany's neck.
Brittany lets out a hum of appreciation as my lips attach to her pulse point, lightly nipping and sucking every so often, causing Brittany to grind herself into my back side. Soon enough, we have set a perfect rhythm with each other. A rhythm that has never felt so right, so beautiful, because every time I am with Brittany I am blown away by the way she makes me feel.
Everything is intensified when I am with her.
Brittany roughly digs her nails into the skin against my abdomen as she quickens her pace both between my legs and with the trusting of her hips. I tighten my hold against her neck, not being able to control the way my breath catches in my throat each time her fingers skirt across my sensitive nub.
Brittany buries her face in the crook of my neck, her breathing ragged as her hips furiously grind against my ass. Before I know it, she is letting out a strangled cry, the movements of her hand temporarily stopping between my legs. Brittany is panting against my neck, her lips hovering over the flesh, grazing my skin every time I inhale.
Bath time with Brittany is definitely on my list of favorite things.
/
"Santana?" an older woman calls my name from inside a small office.
I have been sitting in this chair for twenty minutes waiting to get on with this interview. It was supposed to start ten minutes ago and I am already nervous just being in this place.
I hate it here.
Maybe I should just bail and find somewhere else to work.
I decide against it though, slowly standing up and making my way into the small office.
When I say small, I mean really small. There is hardly enough room in here for the desk and there are boxes stacked everywhere, making it difficult to even get to the chair.
I offer the lady a tight lipped smile, as I take a seat across from her.
"Nice to meet you, Santana." She offers out her hand for me to shake, which I do. "I'm the general manager here, Cindy. So, I guess we will start by going over the uniform policy here."
"Wait?" I stop her. "I got the job?" I have only been here for less than a minute and she didn't even ask me any questions yet.
"Yep," she answers happily. "The interview is pretty much online and you seem like you've had experience working in this type of environment."
"Sweet," I nod my head.
"So, yeah. The uniforms are pretty standard. Just kakis and a red shirt. It can be a polo, t-shirt, or whatever you feel comfortable with." The woman smiles warmly at me, it's kind of makes me feel uncomfortable with how friendly she is being, but it also doesn't. "Here is some paper work," she hands me a folder. "Just bring this back next week all filled out and you'll be good to go. There is a schedule in there too. It's not many hours because you'll just be training, but it should pick up soon. Any questions?"
"Uh-" I take the folder from the desk top. "Not that I can think of," I let out a nervous laugh.
"Great," she smiles back at me. "If you think of any, feel free to stop in and ask. Welcome to the team," she reaches across and shakes my hand again.
Well, that went a lot faster than I thought it would.
Hopefully this won't be too traumatizing of an experience.
/
"Hey," Brittany answers her phone.
"Guess who is officially employed at the local market," I say down the line.
"You got it?" Brittany says excitedly.
"Yep," I smile to myself.
Okay, so I'm not too thrilled about where I am working, but I am thrilled to be working again. I've been running low on my spending money recently, so it will be nice to have some extra now and plus I do need to start saving for after I graduate.
"When do you start?"
"Uh-" I pull out the folder that Cindy gave me, "I start next Thursday."
"Are you at your apartment?" Brittany asks sounding a little curious. "Rachel stop!" Brittany exclaims.
"Almost, why? Need to get away from the hobbit?"
"Yes and no," she starts. "I can't tell you over the phone though," Brittany says quickly. "I will meet you there."
"Okay," I draw out. "Should I be worried?" I let out a nervous laugh.
"What? No. At least I don't think so," I hear some rustling and a few sneezes and then Brittany yelling something at Rachel again. "I'll see you in a few, babe. Love you."
"Love you too," I barely get the words out before the line clicks.
When I open the door to the apartment, my nose is hit with the harsh smell of paint. It shouldn't really come as a surprise because I did tell Quinn that I would help her paint her room today after I went to my interview.
I set my things down on the counter, making a mental note to fill out those papers before next week.
All of Quinn's things, except for her bed are in the living room, the place is kind of cluttered right now. I imagine that is why Quinn has already started to paint her room. She hates clutter and when things aren't where they should be.
Just as I suspected, Quinn is in her room, taping everything up and she already has half of a wall painted.
"I've unofficially recruited Britt to help us out," I tell her, leaning up against the door frame.
I'm sure Brittany won't mind helping out.
"Good, gotta get all my stuff back in here where it's safe," Quinn turns her head to peer at me.
"Hey, that was one time."
Sure I went through her stuff one time and maybe it being in the living room out in the open is like an invitation for me to do some exploring, but what makes her think it's any safer behind closed doors? It's not like I can't just walk in there.
"But when it's in my room, I know where everything is supposed to be," Quinn says as she pours some paint into the pan, "and you never put things back where they belong."
"Whatever," I grab a paint brush and pretend to paint the wall. "Why isn't Berry helping?"
"Ha!" Quinn laughs. "Rachel is doing her pre-performance ritual. She wouldn't even go to lunch with me and I don't think she is leaving the apartment any time soon either."
I hear a knock on the front door and I turn to leave the room, jogging down the hall to get to the door.
I open it and find Brittany standing there with a nervous smile on her face. She has her coat buttoned up all the way to her chin.
I take in her appearance, taking note of the odd lump inside of her coat.
"I got in trouble," Brittany starts, moving past me to walk into the apartment. "And its Rachel's fault because she took me with her to get fish food at the pet store." I follow Brittany into the living room where she sits down carefully on the couch. "She shouldn't have brought me there Santana. I can't go to pet stores, especially when they are having an adoption day."
"Babe?" I question. "Did you-"
My words stop short when I see a tiny head poke out of Brittany's coat.
Sorry about the cliff hanger last chapter, although I do believe it was the first one.
Fun fact: when I first starting writing this, it was going to be completely different and by completely different, I mean really angsty. I'm a sucker for fluffy Brittana though (if you couldn't already tell) and I know some people really love the angst and everything, but with everything that has happened in the fandom and within the context of the show, I just couldn't do it. That doesn't mean there won't be moments where trouble arises though because every relationship has bumps in the road.
Any who, thank you for reading like always. :)
EDIT: the next chapter is coming I swear! It was a busy end of the semester. It should be up in a couple of days Or at least by Friday (december 20th) I'm so sorry!