"3 DAYS?" Rachel nearly yelled.
"No. Rach, I told you 2 days and a half, that's a lot of difference." I instantly said, lightening the frustration she has been feeling that is obviously written all over her face.
"Britt, you can't." She shook her head whilst stacking the can of whipped cream.
"Why not?" I scowled.
"Because we gotta stay competitive with those people who just opened up across the street." She answered angrily, her eyes burning holes on the opposite direction.
"You mean the fruit stand?" I asked with knitted brows.
"Yes, and they're killing us." Rachel answered, facing me completely.
"A fruit stand? How –actually forget it. Please, Rach just this one time." Biting my lip, I took a single step towards her before puckering my lips and giving her my signatured puppy dog eyes.
Rachel sighed before looking at me. "Britt, the customers love you and I for one know that they'll be looking for you, so that 3-days break is a big NO!" She shook her head for the umpteenth time before returning her attention on the sink.
"What kind of wife would abandon her own wife is such a life threatening decision?" I mumbled with an over dramatic voice.
Rachel may seem to get it for she turned the tap water off. "Brittany, you'll be setting your welcoming house party. What's the life threatening decision to be done in there?" She asked accusingly and I just rolled my eyes before crossing my arms over my chest.
"Rachel, everything! Home is the very foundation of a family."
Rachel's brows knitted automatically before rolling her eyes.
It'll be about 2 hours now since I have been begging Rachel to let me have this two days break for Santana will kill me if I'm not going to help her prepare for this welcoming house party and shit.
Just right after Santana's mom left earlier, Santana was almost throwing a tantrum on how the hell she would manage to have her own house where she can't even learn to take a look of her own apartment. And that's not even new.
"Rach, I promise you. I'll work overtime for like a week just give me this. Please." I said with a pleading tone.
For a whole minute, Rachel looked at me doe-eyed, like she's having a battle of thoughts whether she'd let me or not.
"God! Fine!" She sighed and I automatically lunged at her, I mean with her size she almost lost her balance and of course my hands were fast to grab a hold of her shoulders.
"Thank you, so much Rach! I owe you." I giggled right after giving her one last kiss on the cheek.
"Yea Britt. You do. Big time!"
"Is this all you have?" Santana asked when she saw me getting out of my apartment with the 27 of 27 boxes in my hands.
"Yep." I answered almost right away before dropping the box on the ground along with the other boxes. I even let out a loud sigh before wiping the droplets of sweat dripping on my forehead. That was a short hour since Santana arrive and asked me to pack my things for we have to transfer into our home before afternoon.
It was actually pretty strange to hear myself say, our own home. It sounds so family-ish. And yes, I can't actually believe I got these things stuffed inside my apartment. It's a lot.
"Are you sure?"
"Yea, I just told you." I replied as I sat on the side road. Santana let an audible sigh escaped her lips before letting her hands ran through her hair causing her tee shirt to ride up an inch or two. Was that her abs? Oh my god. I automatically felt the tingling of my lady loins at the view, my breath hitching on the tip of my tongue and my heart started pounding erratically. This is not good! The last time I saw that it was actually pretty dark and by that moment I don't think I couldn't control myself and right now with this lighting? Jesus Christ!
"Brittany!" Santana's voice threw me back to reality, realizing that she just caught me staring at her boobs.
This is awkward.
"Huh? Wh-what? What was that?"
"I'm asking you, are you sure you haven't packed everything that is inside this building? Because, how did you even manage to fit these inside your god damn apartment? Was there like an underground or something?" She asked exasperatingly.
"You're exaggerating, Santana." I smiled before taking a swig of mineral water. I might as well smile than to level with short tempered bitchy attitude.
"God! Just get in." She breathed before opening the passenger seat.
"But how about my stuff?"
"Don't worry. We'll get those fetched, okay? Now, just get it in."
"Really?"
"Of course, I'm not that evil." She stated with some hand gestures, so with a deep breath I got up on my feet before getting inside her car and she did the same.
"I can't believe your family just bought us a house." I broke the silence before giving Santana a quick look as she starts the engine.
"I can't believe my dad is still doing this even he knows that something is up. I just do hope that this is not a part of his plan." She sighed dramatically.
"So you do know that he knows that something up? Did he tell you that?" I asked.
"No. But, I can see it in his eyes. What I mean, I grew pretty close to him and I know what he meant by the single flick of his fingers." She says and I just nod understandingly.
If they were that close then why is he asking her to marry someone whom she doesn't love? Is that like a fatherly instinct or something? Sometimes, I just wish I do have my own dad to answer such questions. Sadly, he wasn't here.
I didn't even notice that we're almost there and Santana was already calling my name. "Uh yea?"
"What are you thinking?" She asks with a smile.
"Nothing. I was just wondering if what would my parents' reaction if they knew that I'm moving in with you." I mumbled, giving her a small smile right after.
"I'm pretty sure they know that. I just hope they're happy for you. I mean you just married the hottest Latina in town, so." She answered, her voice full of nonchalance.
"Hottest Latina, hm?" I grinned. "You're not that hot." I added with a quirked brow.
Santana scoffed in response before turning off the engine. "Really?" she challenged, her eyes pulled into my direction and if it wasn't for the fact that I know that I'm sitting right here, I would've sank on the ground just judging the way Santana's eyes roam my face.
Gulping dryly, I just watched her fidget her seatbelt. "Uh. Yea, yo-you're n-not that h-hot." I stuttered out.
"Are you sure with that?" She repeated, this time I heard the clicking of her seatbelt before she let her eyes once again direct on my face, our orbs locked and for sure my heart just stopped beating when she licked her lower lip. "I'm asking you, Brittany." she whispered, as she started moving towards my direction, her eyes still glowing like a small brown diamonds.
"Uhhh." I squeaked out as I try to think of something so I can get out of this car. "San-"
"Tell me, am I hot enough for you Brittany?" She husked, her voice was an octave lower, I'm really not sure if it was the screeching of the leather seat as she tries to invade my space or it was the unbelievably loud banging inside my chest almost painfully blaring inside my ear. And there's the automatic sweating of my palms as I try to grip on the hem of my shirt. "Tell me." She added when our face were inches apart. There's a part of me telling that I should punch her in the teeth or just simply push her but on the back of my head is a much sweeter revenge to be done.
"I want you to tell me, Brittany." She once again whispered, her fucking awesome breath hitting my cheeks just right enough to make me crazy and make my lady business buzz with excitement. "Am I hot enough for you?"
I'm pretty sure it's hot in here.
"Oh God." I can't help the low groan that bubbled down my throat when her hands made its way down my stomach, her fingers making an exquisite fire inside my being.
Santana smirked before moving another inch towards my direction and yes, I just wanted to pass out any second right now. "Tell me." She breathed, our eyes still locked and my throat seemed to be a little dry from all the panting.
"You're h-hot." That came out huskier than I thought and I wanted to like slap myself.
"I'm sorry, what?" she questions, her lips brushed ever so lightly against my cheeks and the way my heart pounded against my ribcage was just fucking implausible.
"You're hot." I repeated once again, louder this time. Santana smirked seductively before letting her finger slide down my seatbelt, unlatching it completely.
It was like my whole world shattered right in front of me. I can't believe she got for like the millionth time. Fuck no!
"Told you." She laughed before stepping out the car and I believe I just died.
I'm a fucking comedian for her.
You'll see Santana.
You'll see.
A/N: Put your thoughts on the rectangular box below this goddamn note. Yea?