Ooh.. What's that? A double update with Chasing Pavements? Oh yeah!
I'm glad that you guys are liking my spin on the movie. Thank you for all the reviews!
Kinda put a little LoA POV-like on this chapter. You'll know it when you see it ;)
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The ride home is incredibly silent. With no one speaking and neither looking at the other. Well, halfway into it, all hell breaks loose.
"Santana, I cannot believe you! What happened back there? We're already way deep into this already!" Brittany huffs with her attention directed at Santana beside her.
"It was an accident, okay? I didn't mean for it to happen! One second I was talking to this old, almost toothless woman who was asking me about the ring and the next thing I know, I'm fumbling for the shit after taking it off and on my knees 'proposing' in front of you!" Santana counters. It scares her because she's never seen her best friend like this before.
The blonde sighs. "I told you to take the ring off, didn't I?"
"Brittany, you were there beside me the whole damn time! I barely even got to breathe as soon as we arrived!"
"You're right! Okay. I'm sorry." Brittany holds her hands up in defense. She breathes deeply and places a hand on her forehead. "Look, for the record, I would have done the same if I were in your position. This is just.. Oh God!" Brittany groans and throws her hands in the air.
"This is crazy, Britt! Now we're not only 'girlfriends', we're fucking 'engaged'!"
"I know, okay. Let's stop shouting at each other like this. We just have to make do with what we have here. Or maybe I should just come clean and tell everyone the tru-"
"No! You cannot do that! Everyone's convinced of the act, we just have to go along with the lie for a bit more and-"
"Santana, we got into this mess in the first place because of a freaking lie. And burying it with one more on top of the other is not going to help the situation at all. We have to stop it now before it gets even more out of hand. What's next? Us getting married next week?"
"Britt, a syndication is on the line here! This is your dream! You can't let this little hurdle get in the way. All I'm saying is that we go along with it for just a little more then you can pour your heart out with the truth after you get it. Like you said, we're already deep into this already. There's no turning back."
"But my success will be based on a lie. I'm basically a fraud here." Brittany says exasperatedly. "And please stop shouting at me. I feel like this is too much lying already, San. My dad wouldn't have-"
"But he's not here anymore! He's been dead for years already! Stop being so damn uptight!" Santana shouts back and takes Brittany by surprise. The moment Santana utters those words, an avalanche of regret and guilt instantly washes over her.
"B-Britt, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it-"
"It's exactly what you meant." Brittany says nonchalantly. She covers her face with her hands while perching those elbows on her thighs, trying not to cry and get it together.
Santana takes three deep breaths as she tries to calm herself down. "Look Britt, I'm partly responsible for convincing you to get into this mess. What happened was something I did not plan, okay? I promise you that we'll get that syndication together if you're still up for it but if this thing is going to tear us apart then I'll accept whatever your decision is."
Brittany sighs deeply as she removes the ring from her hand and does a quick look at her best friend without saying a word while giving it back.
"Don't decide now." Santana sternly says as she accepts the ring. "Britt, we're both on edge about this. Let's talk some other time when we're completely calm and don't want to kill each other out of rage and confusion." Santana counters and bites her lip. The car stops in front of the brunette's apartment and they sit there for a minute before Santana motions to get out of the car.
"I'll talk to you later, okay? In the meantime, let's find out where your ex gets that torte. That is, if you still want to do this. If not, then we can always just eat it and make up over the dessert. We're in this together, Britt. Don't forget that. I'm sorry for what I said." Brittany smiles shyly at her before nodding once.
Santana nods and gives Brittany a kiss on the temple before alighting from the car. As soon as Santana's out of sight, the blonde leans on the window and bumps her head repeatedly while groaning. "What did I get myself into?" She mumbles to herself.
"Are you okay, Miss Pierce?" Her driver exclaims from the driver's seat as he looks at Brittany curiously.
Brittany sighs. "Yeah, my life is just a big mess right now but it's not a big deal." She mutters under her breath. "Let's go home, please."
It's been a week since Santana and Brittany became 'engaged'.
They still haven't talked to each other except for the few messages regarding the non-existence of Jamie's Chocolate Torte in New York. Both of them can't help but think about what happened back at the party and after it though. Yeah, Brittany felt a little off with what Santana said during the ride home about her dad but after going at it in her mind relentlessly for the past few days, she finally came to a conclusion that Santana's right. There's no turning back here. They have to go for it. That's what her father would do and knowing her dad, he'd be pretty disappointed if she'll give up in the middle of the game. The blonde will struggle in withholding the truth, that's for sure. But ultimately, she wasn't raised as a quitter.
Lately, Brittany finds herself thinking about Santana in the most random of times. It's as if a feeling had been ignited within her when Santana 'proposed' like that, like she's suddenly seeing her best friend in a whole new light. It's weird. It just happens automatically for her. A few minutes upon waking up, while eating lunch and thinking if Santana has eaten already, or sometimes before she sleeps. The blonde often wonders what Santana's doing and if, maybe, she's thinking about her too. It's not really a big deal, the blonde guesses. Maybe Brittany just misses her. Yeah. That's probably it.
Santana's actually thinking about Brittany too. Maybe that 'proposal' wasn't exactly accidental. Maybe that's something her subconscious wanted? Well, Santana's confused as hell right now because she should be regretting it, not feeling indifferent about the whole thing. Every now and then, she finds herself staring at Brittany on a picture she has of them in her office. It's Santana's favorite, actually. A candid picture of them back in college, making funny faces towards the camera while sitting on the grass, just being carefree and silly like always. She knows that Brittany's unbelievably beautiful in the picture but right now, seeing her best friend in a whole new aspect like this, shit just got real. Add the fact that the said picture is on her table looking back at her and basically slapping her face-to-face with its presence is enough to make anyone go crazy. Maybe Santana just misses her. Yeah. That's probably it.
"So, you're not just 'girlfriends' now, but you're 'engaged'." Quinn slowly repeats Brittany's words. The radio host nods her head. "Where did Santana get the ring?" They're situated in a café just a couple of blocks from Quinn's apartment, having some afternoon tea and cake.
"Work. They let her borrow it." Brittany says nonchalantly.
Quinn sticks out her bottom lip and nods. "I see. So, what's your plan now? Still going through this 'engagement'?"
The other blonde sighs deeply. "I honestly don't know, Q. This is all messed up! Santana and I got into a huge fight after the party and we can't even find the bakery where Jamie buys that damn chocolate torte. I'm almost convinced that she imports them from Argentina herself."
Quinn chuckles. "Then let's bake it. I'm sure there's a recipe somewhere."
"I'll probably set your kitchen on fire but I do appreciate you risking your life here."
"I'll have the fire extinguisher at bay, Britt." Quinn nudges Brittany on the arm and the girl finally smiles. "What about Santana? What did she say? It's been what, a week or two since you saw each other? That's a whole new record." The pregnant woman adds as she takes a sip of her tea.
"We said some hurtful stuff to each other and agreed to talk about it in person when we're not PMS crazy anymore. I miss her presence around me. Honestly, I've never felt this heavy feeling in my stomach over a fight with her. It's like a different kind of heavy. I don't know. Is that weird?"
Quinn flashes a subtle smile as she squints at the girl in front of her. "It's not weird, Britt. I'm sure you girls will fix everything over a talk." Quinn glances at her phone then calls for the check. "I got this one, B. Let's do a trial run of that torte tonight before my date with Puck. You're still babysitting for Beth, right?"
Brittany nods. "Of course. Is Santana still coming over?" She asks as they stand up.
Quinn laughs. "Your fiancée's probably starting to bake at my place as we speak."
"What the hell is a ganache?" Santana exclaims from the kitchen as soon as Brittany and Quinn enter the apartment.
"S, what did we tell you about the language?" Quinn raises an eyebrow at her.
"Don't worry about it, Puck's out with Beth to get some groceries and ice cream." She says nonchalantly, still staring at the recipe in her hands while mixing the flour and eggs.
"A ganache is a kind of frosting or filling. Just follow the recipe and you'll be fine." Quinn utters nonchalantly.
Brittany purses her lips as she approaches her best friend by the kitchen. "Hi, San."
Santana looks up, a bit surprised of Brittany's presence. "Oh, hey Britt."
An awkward silence takes over. Quinn's gaze jumps from one girl to the other and back again before finally having enough. "I'll go and take a shower. You girls talk and make that torte, okay? Don't burn the apartment down."
Her words weren't really heard by the other two who are just staring at each other.
"San, I-I.."
"Britt, look-" They speak simultaneously.
"And please, don't have sex on the couch or you'll see a naked, pregnant woman running from the bathroom to stop you!" They hear Quinn's voice from somewhere in the living room.
Santana rolls her eyes and Brittany just laughs as she walks behind the kitchen counter where the brunette is standing.
"Look, San. I apologize for how I acted. I was unfair, you were just trying to help me and I shouldn't have taken it out on you. That was unacceptable. The 'engagement' was an accident and we really couldn't have acted any differently in that situation. I'm sorry, San." Brittany utters with a heavy heart.
Santana smiles back. "No. I'm sorry, Britt. For what I said about your dad." The brunette sighs and shakes her head. "What I said about Richard was foul. I know how much he means to you and I disrespected that. I'm also sorry for shouting at you like that, I did it to spite you because I know how much you hate arguments. It was immature." Santana smiles shyly back at Brittany who's staring at her.
"So, if you're still up for it, there's nothing I'd rather do than be the best damn fiancée there is for you. That is, if we forgive each other."
"Well, after thinking it over, I decided that we should still go for it. We really are way deep into this and turning our backs on it would be a half-assed effort. I'm not a quitter and neither are you. I trust you and I know you mean well, San. Like you said, we're in this together. I'm in."
"Yeah?" Santana smiles widely.
"Yeah. My dad would have done the same thing if he were in this position. Plus, I know you love the drama of all this and playing the part of a fiancée is something I've really got to see you do. Seriously."
"Very funny, Britt. I won't be held down." Santana winks at her.
Brittany grins and leans towards the brunette. "I know. And I forgive you, Lopez." The blonde takes a handful of flour from the counter and throws it directly on Santana's face. The brunette smirks as she tries to remove the powdery substance from her eyes while her best friend is laughing her heart out.
"I forgive you too, Pierce." Santana exclaims as she takes an egg and smashes it directly on Brittany's head.
The blonde screams when some of the egg yolk touches her nose while Santana's laughing like a crazy person just staring at her. "You are so gonna regret this!" Brittany shouts as she grabs a whole bowl of flour and a few eggs then hides behind a counter in the middle of the kitchen.
"Bombs away!" Brittany screams as she blindly throws an egg at Santana. The first one hits the door of the stove but the other egg hits Santana square in the chest. "We have a direct hit, fellas!" The blonde muses as she laughs out loud.
Santana shrieks when she sees the damage the said egg has done to her blouse. So, she stomps towards the crouching blonde behind the counter and drops a whole bowl of flour on her head from above which takes Brittany completely by surprise and makes the girl blind for a few seconds. "Making it snow!"
Brittany stands up groaning and catches Santana's arm as she's just about to throw an egg while using a pot lid as a shield with the other. They laugh out loud as they try to wrestle each other for the remaining bowl of flour on the counter. After a moment of struggling, both women end up hugging each other in an attempt to thwart the other's plan of attack while trying to catch their breaths in the process.
The moment turns into something more though when Santana starts looking into Brittany's eyes and pushes some stray hair behind the girl's ear.
"Wow." Santana mutters, not taking her gaze off the blonde and her lips.
"What?" Brittany bites her lip and peers back at Santana.
"Have I ever told you how stunning you are?" Santana does that tight-lipped smile that Brittany knows she only makes when her best friend's holding back on something.
"I-I-" Brittany tries to speak but falls short when she sees Santana leaning towards her. The blonde holds her breath and almost closes her-
"What the hell?" Puck exclaims while staring at them with wide eyes from the living room.
Suddenly, a running, slightly drenched, and naked Quinn appears from the hallway across the kitchen. "I told you guys not to have se-" She pauses and looks incredibly shocked at the scene before her. "What the hell did you to do my kitchen?! What is wrong with you people?"
"Mommy, Daddy, language! Oh no, Mommy's naked!" Beth quips then covers her eyes with both of her hands.
"You better clean up everything or I swear that the both of you will never set foot in our apartment ever again!" She huffs before walking back towards where she came from.
Santana and Brittany erupts in laughter when they finally notice the gravity of the situation, namely how fucked up the kitchen looks like now. However, they pull apart after a few seconds, clearing their throats when they notice just how close they really are to each other and doing a slight glance at one another in the process.
The thing that surprises them the most is the fact that they didn't stop themselves from almost kissing each other.
"I don't understand what went wrong! We followed the recipe!" Santana huffs, throwing her hands in the air.
"Maybe because you put 14 eggs in there and some eggshells, Aunt Santana?" Beth quips in front of her, sitting on the bar stool by the kitchen counter.
"But the recipe called for 14 eggs and I didn't want to fish out the eggshells!"
Beth shakes her head furiously and grabs the recipe. "No, it's just 4!"
"What? Lemme see." Santana grabs the paper with wide eyes. True enough, it really did call for 4 eggs only. Where the hell did the '1' come from? "No!"
Beth laughs at her Aunt Santana and perches her head on her arms that are resting on the counter. "It's okay, we can try again until we perfect it."
Santana sighs and grins at the kid after a few seconds. "Yeah, we could do that. You're such a genius, Beth!"
"Like Mommy?" Beth exclaims excitedly.
Santana seems to think about it for a moment. "Well, yeah. Like your mommy. Or Aunt Britty. Your Aunt Brittany is the smartest person Aunt Santana knows, honey."
Her goddaughter's eyes widen. "Really? Wow, I want to be like Aunt Brittany!"
"Did I just hear my name being called by the world's most beautiful kid?" Brittany singsongs as she walks back to the kitchen.
"Aunt Tana told me that you're the smartest person in the world, Aunt Britty!" Beth looks on with such awe.
Brittany turns her attention to Santana and gives her a curious look. "I stand by what I said." The brunette smirks. Brittany's stare unconsciously moves down to her best friend's lips before clearing her throat. Santana wonders if she really saw the blonde do that or maybe she's starting to turn delusional. Like imagining that '1' on the recipe.
"So, I called the few remaining bakeries on our list and they don't sell that kind of torte. I even had the station call Christina Tosi and she doesn't make it. I think we need to go to Spain so we can get Carole one." Brittany sighs deeply and Santana looks at her with amusement.
"Oh, it's okay, babe. Like Beth said here, we can always try and make a new one."
"Yeah, I guess so. Great idea, Beth! Let's do it again!"
Santana snorts and leans towards Brittany's ear. "That's what they all say, don't they?" Brittany slaps her on the arm and gestures to Beth who's looking curiously at them.
"How was your date last night?"
Both women instantly turn their heads and stare at the kid with wide eyes and open mouths.
"Mommy said my aunts went on a date."
The adults share a knowing look, not knowing what to tell the kid and how to explain the situation.
"U-Uh.. Beth, it's not really like-" Brittany stutters.
"Yeah, sweetie. It wasn't like that." Santana nervously chuckles and avoids Brittany's gaze.
Beth pouts and looks at the adults with genuine sadness. "That makes me sad."
"U-Uh. Why is that?" Santana gives her a look.
"Because you and Aunt Britty look beautiful together and you always say 'I love you' to each other like Mommy and Daddy. And the both you are always sweet and look at each other when the other is not looking."
"We do?" Both women exclaim at the same time with raised eyebrows while Beth nods her head profusely.
They glance at each other in a swift motion before turning their attention somewhere else.
"That's too bad. I won't get to have a playmate anytime soon then." Beth utters.
"Alright! Who wants some pizza? I know I do!" Santana cries out as she scoops up the kid from the bar stool, trying to break the awkwardness.
"Can we get the bacon cheeseburger flavor, Aunt Tana?" The kid replies, as if forgetting the previous rambling that she did.
"Of course, honey! Why don't we watch some Mickey Mouse Clubhouse too and maybe play Pictionary while we're at it?" Santana happily exclaims as they go to the living room.
Brittany watches the cute scene unfold before her from the kitchen. It makes her smile as she looks at her best friend and goddaughter laughing by the couch. It warms her heart, actually. Because even though Santana's this notorious player, she's always been good with kids. Just looking at them is enough proof. Maybe Santana has hope after all when it comes to having a relationship? Well, if Brittany's going to be honest, she's the only girl that the brunette is actually honest and real with. The one who Santana has let her guard down to and knows her deepest secrets. Maybe there's hope between them if they fall in lo-
Brittany shakes her head and closes her eyes for a moment so she can snap out of it. She can't think about this. That almost kiss meant nothing. It was a mistake. They're best friends, for god's sake. She looks back at the living room again and catches Santana staring and smiling sweetly back at her, holding her gaze for a moment before turning her attention back to Beth.
Yeah. Nothing's changed between them. She only needs to convince herself with the lie.
"I don't know what to do, Brittany. I love her but we've been best friends since college. I'm the closest guy friend she has and I don't want things to get weird if I tell her how I really feel." The caller says with a sad tone on the other line.
"I know it's hard for you but how will you know if she feels the same way if you don't tell her? You said that she's been sending signals, right? Then, that must be a sign in itself. Love is about taking risks." Brittany replies.
A sudden thought of Santana comes up in her mind. It's been a week since they made up over baking that torte and the thought of Santana in that way is still bothering her. They're both back to their usual ways but the blonde has been particularly observant of the little things since that night. Like when they did their weekly movie night the other day, Santana was unusually sweet by bringing over her favorite pretzels. Or how they seemed to maintain a small distance between them throughout the whole night which was weird because they always cuddle, more than a normal, actual couple should. And how when they both dug for the popcorn bowl at the same time, basically holding each other's hand at that, it became awfully awkward for the next few minutes. Damn butterflies.
"Brittany?"
She jumps a little, forgetting that she's actually on air. "Uh.. Sorry, can you repeat that?"
"I said it was just so sudden, you know. One day I was looking at her as a friend then the next I was wondering what it would actually feel like to be with her. I can tell that she feels the same way. All those looks that she gives me, those sweet things, and she even asks me what I had for lunch nowadays."
The blonde gulps and can't help but notice some particular similarities in her life right now. It's as if the caller's dilemma is mocking her to face her own. "Maybe she's just afraid like you. Maybe it's through asking those little things that she gets to be closer to you on a certain level. Maybe this girl is just afraid to take the plunge because she's still not sure how to go about this and how she really feels about you. I mean, you've been best friends for a long time now. Taking the friendship to a higher level is scary but if you both go about this the right and slow way then maybe it will all be worth it in the end."
"You're right, Brittany." The caller replies. "Is that what happened to you and Jamie?"
Brittany bites her lip. "Y-Yeah. That's exactly what happened. Exactly how it went."
Will catches the blonde's attention and motions for her to wrap it up. "So, I'd like to thank everyone for sharing your stories today. I hope to see all of you at tomorrow's live broadcast and Dalton Radio's anniversary show at Staten Island. Again, this has been Romantically Speaking with your host, Brittany Pierce. And as my father used to say, your happiness is up to you. Up next, 'Straight Talk with Dani'."
"And.. we're out!" Will exclaims from the technical booth. "Great show, kid. You just keep on getting better at this. And the ratings? It's going through the roof!"
"Thanks, Will." Brittany replies happily as she takes off her headphones and gathers her stuff.
Will squints his eyes at the girl's antics and smirks. "You're particularly chirpy lately."
"I'm always chirpy."
"Extra chirpy." Will utters as Brittany approaches his table. "Maybe this has something to do with Santana?"
Brittany's smile falters at his words and clears her throat. "I don't know what you're talking about." Will gives her a knowing look and just nods. "See you tomorrow at the live broadcast." She adds before walking out of the booth.
Brittany walks through the busy halls of Dalton Radio after her show. It's the station's anniversary tomorrow and everyone's prepping for the out of town show which excites her. So, it surprises her all the more to see a familiar dirty blonde standing in the hallway with Rory the intern like nobody's business.
"Rory, a little more to the right." Dani exclaims, motioning for the intern to fix her new and bigger framed picture on the wall.
"Dani! What are you doing?" Brittany shouts as soon as she sees the woman in the hallway of Dalton Radio.
"What do you think, Brittany? I had them replace the frame of my picture with a bigger one. I'm having Rory here put it up in the middle. I hope you don't mind me putting yours on the side."
"Wait, does it have to be that close to my dad's picture?" Brittany huffs, pointing to Dani's huge picture.
"You're right." Dani nods. "Rory, can you put Mr. Pierce's picture at the end of the hall."
"What?! But-"
"Brittany, Dani, just the girls I wanted to see!" Blaine exclaims upon seeing them in the hallway. "I just want to fill you in about tomorrow's live broadcast for the station's anniversary."
"Oh, will they finally announce who gets the syndication?" Dani smirks and turns to Brittany. "I'm sorry, honey. You'll get your syndication someday."
"Not yet." Blaine rolls his eyes. "For this year's anniversary, they're going with a Carnival theme in one of the amusement parks there. You'll both be basically doing a live show in front of a sold out venue."
"Wow!' Both women utter in excitement.
"I know, right? It's gonna be a complete setting with a horror house and some rides. Also, get ready for some audience members asking random questions. I want you to be at your best too because the Burt, Carole, and the board will be there to check up on the both of you." He turns to Brittany. "And Britt, you have to bring Jamie tomorrow. And I think that torte Carole asked too?"
Brittany nods then gulps upon realizing that 'Jamie' and her will be making a public appearance for the first time as an engaged couple plus, Santana's not exactly fond of carnivals. "Shit!" Everyone looks at her curiously and she waves her hand in disregard. "Sorry. I just have to call someone." She adds before fetching her phone to call Santana and darting off somewhere.
"I thought she and Jamie broke up already." Rory chimes in after transferring Rich Pierce's picture and as soon as Brittany disappears from sight.
Dani's ears perk up then crosses her arms. "What do you mean and where did you hear that?"
"Will said to himself during Brittany's live broadcast that the girl wasn't Jamie and when I asked him about it, he said for me to zip it. I also might have accidentally eavesdropped on them talking about it a few weeks ago." Rory says nonchalantly.
Dani thinks about it for a second then smirks widely at the revelation. Rory, on the other hand, grits his teeth and does an internal face palm as soon as he realizes what he just said. "W-Well, what I meant was-"
"Don't worry about it, Rory. You said just enough." Dani utters to herself while grinning devilishly.
"What? But Britt, it's a carnival. You know how I feel about those creepy guys with their faces full of make up." Santana groans on the other line.
"I know you hate clowns and the whole bunch, San. But I need you there. We're 'engaged' now."
Santana sighs. "I know, babe. This is tomorrow, right?"
Brittany bites her lip. "Uhmm.. Yeah. You think you can come?"
"Of course, we talked about this a couple of times before, right? I already have a dress ready for tomorrow." Santana quips and they both chuckle. "So, I guess we have to make that torte tonight again."
"Yeah. See you later?"
"Can't wait to see me, Pierce?" The brunette smirks and plays with her hair.
"You wish, Lopez." Brittany smiles and a funny feeling settles in her stomach. "How's work so far?"
"Oh, you know. The usual. The charming chubby guy I told you finally asked my assistant out, so that's great. Plus, I closed the jewelers' account today, so a celebration is in store."
"Wow, that's great, San! You're finally getting your McMansion." Brittany jests and they both laugh.
"I am. I heard your show awhile ago. You were great as always." Santana smiles to herself.
The blonde bites her lip, suddenly remembering the call she received a while ago and how she thought it's oddly almost similar in a few aspects with how she feels about the situation between her and Santana. She tries to hold it back but the sudden urge just takes over her.
"So, uhmm.. What did you have for lunch?"
Santana's eyebrows raise in surprise as she purses her lips on the other line, not entirely expecting for Brittany to ask that. She feels a fluttering feeling in her stomach but nonetheless tries to act normal about it. "Meatloaf. Wish I had burgers though. How about you?"
"Just about to eat lunch, actually. I'm thinking chicken." Brittany utters then bites her nails out of habit. "D-Do you wanna grab some burgers later before we bake the torte?"
Santana can't help but grin on the other line like an idiot. "Sure, Britt. That would be nice."
"Cool!" The blonde exclaims a little too loud before clearing her throat. "See you in a while, baby."
Santana immediately sits upright from her chair and removes her feet from the table, a little surprised from what her best friend just said. Brittany closes her eyes and bites her lip so hard it might be bleeding now. She just hopes Santana doesn't look too much into it. After all, the brunette uses pet names all the time.
"'Baby'." Santana repeats and Brittany slaps herself on the forehead. "I rarely hear that from you."
"Who says I can't do pet names every now and then?" Brittany tries to save herself and sighs when she hears a chuckle from the other line.
Santana's assistant knocks on her door and waves a package that catches the brunette's attention. "Hey, Britt. Listen, I've got to go but I'll catch you later, alright?"
"Yeah, see you." Brittany voices out and hangs up immediately. The blonde sighs deeply as she tries to calm down from that heart attack inducing phone call she had. Maybe she's just overthinking everything. Santana isn't clearly thinking too much into it. Brittany looks at her phone one last time to see a message from Santana.
From San: Can't wait for burgers! Xoxo
Brittany smiles upon reading the message. She closes her eyes, trying to ignore the fleeting thoughts and her weird, growing feelings for the girl. She needs to forget that Santana almost kissed her and how those butterflies in her stomach go crazy whenever she replays the moment in her mind. She can't feel this way. This is all just part of the act. She can't fall for her best friend.
It's just for publicity.
Brittany remembers telling Santana that and she never thought that she'd ever come to have second thoughts about it.
"Miss Lopez? I have a package for you." Santana's assistant exclaims from her boss' door.
The brunette hangs up and motions for the girl to come closer. "Any idea what it is?"
"Not really. But the jewelers' rep dropped by to give you this." She hands the shopping bag over to Santana. "They say it's a gift for a job well done."
Santana nods and proceeds to fish out a ring box from inside the bag. The brunette opens it to unveil the ring she used to 'propose' to Brittany a week ago. The sight of the beautiful ring makes Santana think about a certain blonde and how cute she was a while ago over the phone.
"Wow, that is beautiful! And it's free!" The assistant excitedly adds, making Santana snap out of it and clear her throat.
"Yeah. So, anything else you've got for me?" She replies with a raised eyebrow while putting the ring back in the jewelry box in front of her.
"Well, about that trip to The Hamptons you asked me to.." The assistant goes on and Santana suddenly spaces out.
Is she even sure about this? What was she thinking when she asked her assistant to book her and Brittany a weekend vacation to the Hamptons with just the two of them? It's too intimate. Well, they went on numerous trips like that before but it's a little different now between them. She can't possibly go through with it without the blonde thinking otherwise. Brittany's being cool and nonchalant about this arrangement they have. Heck, she probably hasn't even moved on from Jamie dumping her. Yeah, what really was she thinking when she thought about this plan? Maybe it's stupid for her to think that Brittany's starting to feel the same way when the blonde didn't back down during their almost kiss last week. This is stupid! Why did she even try to kiss Brittany out of the blue? They're fucking best friends! She can't have feelings for her Brittany.
"No, actually. It's okay. C-Cancel it. We're both busy and—uh.. Just cancel it." Santana pretends to act cool about it while waving her hand in disregard. The assistant looks at her curiously before leaving her boss' office.
Santana breathes deeply. She need to snap out of it and ignore the feeling in her stomach. She can't think too much about this thing between her and Brittany. The memory of her almost kissing the blonde when they tried to bake that torte is just too much to bear. She needs to forget it ever happened. She can't do this. She can't fall for her best friend.
It's just for publicity.
The words echo in Santana's mind. She opens the ring box again to get the ring and hold it up for another good look. It does fit Brittany perfectly. But they're best friends. Feelings complicate things and everything is already complicated as it is. She can't let herself be carried away. So, she gets her phone out and sends Brittany a quick message to act cool about the call they had a few minutes ago.
Santana places the ring back in the box again and puts it inside her bag before burying herself in some work stuff for the next few hours. Thing is, Santana's not really sure if she's trying to convince Brittany or herself with that message.
It bothers her because she already knows the answer to her own damn question without even asking.
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