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It took them a few minutes to get everything ready.
A few bumps, bruises, and some more yelling but they're finally out the door. For a while back at the apartment, they tried to calm themselves down and everyone declared a ceasefire between the two women while they timed how far away from each other Quinn's contractions were. At only five minutes apart, all hell started to ensue.
Panic was apparent when they assumed the roles they assigned themselves. Namely: Puck, who's in charge of taking care of his wife and making sure the blonde gets safely to the vehicle; Brittany, whose duty is to get a few more stuff and bags from the bedroom and locking the apartment; And Santana, whose job is to drive all of them to the hospital a couple of blocks away.
"Quinn, are you still alive?!" Santana exclaims in a panic upon pulling over by the sidewalk while Puck and Quinn safely and hastily get in the backseat.
"I'm giving birth not fucking dying, Santana!" Quinn shouts, flinching in pain a second after.
"Puck, time the contractions again!" Brittany exclaims as she takes the passenger seat, giving an extra quick glare at Santana.
"Well, you'll never know you might di-" Santana utters nonchalantly before getting cut off by Quinn.
"Go fucking drive!" Quinn angrily declares as Santana immediately pulls out from the sidewalk and into the streets in a hurry, a bit carelessly at that.
"Woah, can you drive a little more carefully?" Brittany snaps in the passenger seat.
"Oh, I'm sorry. You're talking to me now?" Santana scoffs back as she recklessly navigates the streets of New York with the grace of a dozen drunk teenagers.
"This is not about you! All I'm saying is don't drive so fast, we all might die!"
"Please. You never complained before about my driving before!"
"I just wasn't saying it to your face!" Brittany replies angrily as Santana turns the car to the left and overtakes a cab.
"Oh, so now we have stuff that we weren't saying to each other's face?! Well, do tell me all that you've been holding back on." Santana does a quick glare at Brittany.
"Don't turn this on me, Santana. Let's just get to the hospital before Quinn pops one here."
"Woah, don't step back now. You're going straight in with all this bravado and now you're turning back?" Santana sarcastically chuckles.
"Four minutes!" Puck declares while helping Quinn breathe properly in the backseat.
"I'm all for this fucking argument between you two but please, get me to the hospital because Puckerman Junior is about to say hello to the world!" Quinn chimes in with her face scrunched up in pain.
Brittany grits her teeth. She wants nothing more than to drop the conversation like a hot potato but even the nicest of people can have enough and their patience run out. This is one of those instances.
"Fine!" Brittany furiously exclaims, taking Santana aback since she's never seen the blonde exactly like this before and in the process, also catching the attention of Puck and Quinn in the backseat.
"Oh, boy. Here we go." Quinn whispers to Puck while trying to keep her breathing in check.
"Five bucks on Santana crying." Puck murmurs back.
"Deal." Quinn tries to say as low as possible while she and her husband do a fist bump.
"You want to hear everything, Santana?!" Brittany quips and turns sideways to position her whole body facing Santana, her full attention on the girl.
"I'm sure it's nothing I haven't heard before, so come on! Give me your worst shot, Brittany!" Santana does a side glare while she honks the hell out of everyone in the street and steps on the gas.
"I've always wanted to tell you this and for the record, you shouldn't have bought a car! Who buys a car in New York?! It's stupid!"
"What?! I can do whatever I want with my money and it's none of your business if I have a lot to spare! Besides, you've gotten your fair share of rides ever since I bought this a few months ago."
"That's not the point! You're always so impulsive with everything then you always run to us after getting yourself in trouble! Like that girl you dated and had us meet a year ago-"
"Name that bitch!" Quinn cuts Brittany off.
"I think it was SoHo?" Puck chimes in questioningly.
"I thought it was Sasha?" Brittany voices back looking confused at the couple.
"Like Sasha Fierce?" Quinn replies with raised eyebrows.
"It's Sarah!" Santana exclaims with a deep breath as the cars in front make way for them and they're finally halfway to their destination.
"Oh yeah, I remember her now! She was the chick Santana dated for two months but they broke up becau-" Puck trails off but only gets cut off by Brittany.
"Because she wanted you to meet her parents!" Brittany states. "You bailed out after having us fall in love with her just because her parents are in town! Then what, you wanted us to act like everything is normal whenever by chance, we run into her?"
"What does this have to do with anything?! That's over and irrelevant! Where are you going with all this bullshit?!"
"All I'm saying is that you're such a bitch!"
"You don't have to flatter me, Brittany. I know, thank you!" The brunette smirks as they turn to another corner, only five blocks away from the hospital now.
Brittany breathes deeply as her eyebrows scrunch in ire. "Y-You have this annoying habit of stealing my phone and going through all of my messages and emails anytime you want to! It's an invasion of my privacy!"
"What? That's what best friends do! Or in our case, did. Plus, you were never against it before!"
"It's not cool, Santana! I once did that to you and god forbid, I thought I contracted herpes the moment I opened your messages!"
"Oh, is that so?! Well, I wasn't particularly thrilled to see Jamie's sexts either! 'I'm removing my red, polka dot double hooked and elastic bra with my black Armani slacks'? What the fuck is that? That's more detailed than Stephen King's description of Pennywise! No wonder you girls broke up, she must have made your vagina as dry as the fucking Sahara desert!" Santana mockingly chuckles and eyes from the backseat widen.
"You had no right to read those!" Brittany grits through her teeth. "And besides, we're not particularly into sexting anyway! Unlike you who's practically an expert in it after sleeping with all of New York!"
"Well, after sleeping with you, I have now." She utters sharply as she turns to a curve only to meet a quick halt in traffic while a collective gasp from the backseat echoes in the car. "And what, you think you're so goddamn perfect?! You have that habit of biting your fingernails when you're nervous. It's so fucking disgusting!"
"It's out of habit! Like you licking your fingers after eating finger food, now that's disgusting!"
"Everybody does that, Britt! And you didn't complain about it when we had sex, you were even enjoying it! Multiple times, I might add." Santana does a quick glare at a horrified Brittany while Puck just listens with wide eyes, amused as fuck and Quinn has her mouth open, not sure whether or not she should cry out in pain or chuckle out loud at the events transpiring.
Brittany sighs while trying to calm herself down. Her hands are shaking from too much anger and her palms are probably red as hell now from closing her knuckles too tightly. "Why are you doing this, San?"
"Me?" Santana scoffs. "You started this then you're putting it all on me? What is wrong with you?! And wait, why are you all so being biased about this?! Why is everyone blaming me?!"
"When did they sleep together? Did you know about this?" Puck whispers into Quinn's ear.
"The other night. Santana told me just an hour ago. Kind of a bitch move." Quinn mutters then instantly wriggles in pain, making everyone in the car panic a little.
"We're almost there, Q." Brittany exclaims in a panic then turns her attention back to Santana with a face full of disdain. "I told you I have feelings for you. When you asked me if it was all sex for me, I said no because again, I have feelings for you. Then when I asked you back, you said 'maybe'. Fucking 'maybe', Santana! Do you know how much that hurts?! And now you're blaming me for not talking to you? We are both at fault here! What would you have done if the roles were reversed, huh? You have no idea how much pain that one word caused me!" The blonde adds in a rage and Santana could only shrink in the driver's seat.
"Lopez! What the fuck?!" Puck chimes in with a look of disbelief.
Santana blinks a few times and tries to shrug it off. "C-Can you all knock it off?! I'm trying to save my friend's life here!"
"I am not dying!" Quinn quips, shouting in pain again.
"No one's being biased and nobody's taking sides. For the record, no one is blaming you for all of this!" Brittany sneers. "Now tell me, what have you got to say for yourself, San?! Why do you always have to push away the people who care for you?!"
Santana breathes deeply through her nose as they pass the last block before the hospital then takes a quick glance at Brittany. "Because I'm afraid of getting hurt and for the record, you hurt me too! You can't trust me enough to believe that I was telling you the truth about Dani! And as much as you'd want to deny it, I'm just a rebound for you, Britt!"
Brittany gives Santana a defeated look as they pull up at the hospital. "You're not, San. You never were."
The words hit Santana like somebody just stabbed her straight through the heart and all she could do is look back straight into those sad, blue eyes for a second before the reality of everything sets in. Without as much as a single word, Puck and Brittany proceed to help Quinn get to the hospital while Santana parks at the nearest spot she can, all while trying to calm herself down.
Momentarily and after some much needed deep breaths, she finally emerges from her car and enters the hospital, searching for her friends by the hallway cum waiting room only to be greeted by two old women sitting beside each other on the bench at the left side, two young girls sitting together at the right side, then there's Brittany, pacing back and forth in the middle of the hallway. Upon seeing someone approach her, the blonde looks up with a worried glance to see that it's Santana.
"They're inside already. Puck's with her and I think the doctor said it's time." Brittany utters while biting her thumb fingernail.
"Okay." Santana replies calmly with a nod then goes to take a seat beside the two teenagers.
"Did you mean that?" Brittany asks with a hopeful look as she stops pacing back and forth in front of Santana who just looks up with a tired face.
"What?"
"Did you mean what you said in the car that I hurt you?"
Santana sighs deeply then looks down for a second to weigh the possibilities of actually saying the truth and lying once again to Brittany's face just so she could save herself some more pain. Either that or hurt the blonde with something much worse than 'maybe'. She figures she's had enough.
"Yes, Britt. I do."
Brittany takes a deep breath and looks around for a second to see everyone in the waiting room, the two old women and these teenagers beside Santana, listening to their conversation and even upon locking eyes with them, they look determined on eavesdropping the whole way so instead of doing anything else, she just shrugs it off.
"How, San? I need to understand how I hurt you."
Santana chuckles sarcastically and avoids eye contact. "Why does it even matter, Britt? We've had this talk a bunch of times already and we always just end up fighting while achieving nothing. I'm tired of this already."
"Because I want to fix this. Don't you?"
"There's nothing to fix anymore!" Santana shouts and stands up to size up next to the tall blonde. "Do you actually think that after everything that happened we could go back to how we were before?!"
"I-I don't know." Brittany utters in a defeated tone without looking at Santana.
"Then what are we still talking about?! I'm done with talking about how to fix this, Britt. Let's just be there for our friends then I'll make sure that you'll never see me again. End of story." Santana grits through her teeth.
"I'm sorry for everything I did. If I didn't assure you enough that you weren't just a rebound. If I didn't trust you enough. If I didn't get to tell you how much you really mean to me. I should have believed in you. I should have trusted you more. I was hurt and just let my emotions take over me. I'm sorry, San. I really am. I'll happily take the blame for all of this if it means not losing you." Brittany paused as she takes a breath. "But please don't act as if we didn't go through hell and back together for more than a decade. Don't I mean anything to you?" Her voice breaks as she becomes teary-eyed.
For the first time in a very long while, Santana feels like a complete asshole. She's seen Brittany cry multiple times before and she never thought in her wildest dreams that one day, she will be the reason for those tears. It's as if life just threw her a truckload full of lemons and handed her the reality that someone actually does have feelings for her. Genuine feelings. And here she is, fucking it up like usual. And the downside this time, it's the person she cares about the most in her fucking life.
"Y-You do, Britt. You mean a lot to me."
"Then why do you have to keep on pushing me away?!"
"I-I don-"
"I'm here, right in front you. I'm all yours, Santana." Brittany declares as she takes both of Santana's hand and hold them against her. "Let's forget about all this mess. There's no you and me now, it's just us. I wanna be with you and just you, let's forget everything that happened and everyone else. I don't want to be with anyone else, San. I just want you. What do you say?" The blonde whispers and gives a small smile.
Santana wants nothing more but to say yes. Nothing more but to run away and make Latina blue-eyed babies with Brittany. Nothing more but to buy a McMansion up the hills of wherever and have a family with Brittany. All these thoughts are something she's never had before until she realized she has feelings for Brittany. Feelings and thoughts that are foreign to her, almost alien. But the bottom line is, there's one thing that she's never admitted to herself and to anyone, it's that she's scared. She's terrified that she'll fuck this up like all those relationships she's had before and this one with Brittany is just way too much to handle if she loses her.
"I-I want to, Britt. I want to be with you but-" Santana trails off with a heavy heart and tears pooling in her eyes but gets cut off by Brittany.
"'But'" The blonde echoes the words and looks absolutely heartbroken. "Why does there always have to be a 'but', San? Why can't you just tell me that you want to be with me too? That you have feelings for me as well? Why can't you just tell me that you want me and just me, no reservations?"
Santana lets out a deep breath. So many questions that she herself doesn't know the answer to. Questions that breaks her heart into a million pieces. It only makes her want to punch herself in the face and get her act straight.
"I-I'm scared, Britt. I'm really terrified." She finally murmurs.
Brittany lifts Santana's head to meet her gaze. "It's okay to be afraid sometimes. You have every right to be but I'm here, okay? We can do this together."
"What if it doesn't work out? What if one day you'll wake up beside me and realize that you can't bear to be with me anymore? O-Or- Or what if someone better comes along and-"
"No one will because you're already here. Forget all your doubts and fears, San. You don't have to be scared, okay? We'll work on it, we'll work on everything together." Brittany smiles and trains her eyes on Santana, waiting for that one answer she's been hopeful for.
"I-I can't. I'm not ready." Santana states in almost a whisper.
Fuck.
Like reflex, Brittany lets go of Santana's hand as she takes a step back, mustering all the air she can get while taking a deep breath and holding back the tears in her eyes, ultimately failing as droplets fall to her cheeks. This is so much worse than anything she could have imagine. This is so much worse that 'maybe'. 'I can't is basically never and it just puts the nail in the coffin of their falling out.
"I'm sorry. B-Britt-" Santana reaches out for the blonde only for her hand to be whisked away.
"Don't." Brittany utters with a bitter tone then takes a seat beside the two old women who could only look back at her and Santana with a sympathetic gaze.
"B-Britt, p-please-"
"I said, don't, San. Just stop it. You've broke my heart one too many times already."
Santana bites her lip so hard, to the point that it's bleeding. But she doesn't care because as far as she could understand, the physical feeling of pain can't match whatever hurt and pain she has bestowed on her friend. She sighs for the hundredth time as she takes a seat adjacent to Brittany, doing nothing but to stare back at the girl who's crying her heart out while covering face with her hands. Doing nothing but just stare back at the girl she just broke. And the only sound everyone can hear in the hallway is that of Brittany's crying which breaks her heart into a hundred pieces as they both settle into their own silence and space far away from each other.
Physically and emotionally.
These incompetent fools.
That's what Dani calls everyone in this godforsaken radio station who thinks that goddamn Brittany Pierce is better than her. Brittany Pierce, the daughter of the much overrated radio host that's been dead for at least ten years, got the fucking syndication.
Pfft.
That bitch only won that because she had connections, connections that are better than Dani. And for sure, Burt Hummel had the hots for her. Fuck that, Brittany did that casting couch thing if she didn't know any better. Oh wait, she's gay, right? So, she probably went for Carole. Totally. But of course, none of that is relevant now after Dani lost that darn syndication. The big bucks. The rightful spot to be declared one of the bests. The epitome of greatness. It's all gone now. Don't get her started on that hot piece of ass named Jamie. They can all fuck themselves.
What she doesn't understand though is how someone as plain and lame as Brittany won that syndication?! Anyone could give a love advice. Anyone could declare themselves as relationship experts. And fuck it, anyone can do what Brittany does. You know what's hard? Giving financial advice, that's what's hard. Not anybody could do what Dani does. And you know what's harder? Giving financial advice to idiots over the radio and actually pretending to care. It's fucking torture! She didn't fucking study Finance and Accounting in some expensive university to be rendered second best. Oh no, she didn't.
And now, like the loser that she is, she's in the radio booth about to close down her show at 5pm in the afternoon. Were it not for this blithering incompetent fool named Will Schuester fucking up her broadcast by not signing off this other blithering idiot over the phone asking for some money advice, she'd be at the bar now an hour before dinnertime drinking to her heart's content.
"But I don't understand, Dani. You mean to say that-"
"Yes!" Dani shouts exasperatedly and tries to rein in her inner bitch. "For the nth time, you need to file an affidavit to prove the deductions over your missing receipts. Lack or inadequate documentation is one of the main reasons why the IRS disallows deductions for individual tax return fliers. Easy as 1, 2, 3." She sighs with an annoyed look and finally Will catches on as she goes on to say goodbye and thank her listeners like the usual.
"And... We're out!" Will declares from the other side of the booth and Dani could only roll her eyes.
"You only thought of that till now?! I was suffering back there!" She utters with a seething tone while Will pretends not to hear her.
Almost like clockwork, Rory enters the room in a hurry and directly goes for the radio booth after seeing that they're off the air, disregarding Will's protests in the process. Dani looks up from her phone and upon realizing that Rory must have some good news, she looks back at Will.
"It's okay, Will. You can go now." She utters sweetly, almost poisonous. After some hesitation, Will obliges with a disapproving look as he leaves the room.
When Will is finally out the door, Rory places a few documents on Dani's table. "I have answers to everything you asked for."
Dani smirks and massages Rory's arm in a flirty gesture. "My, aren't you the best, Rory?"
"W-Well, I-I... Uhmm..." The intern stutters but gets cut off immediately.
"What have you got for me?"
Rory clears his throat and proudly presents a few of the documents in his hand. "Remember when you asked about Brittany and her fiancée?"
"Of course, I did." Dani rolls her eyes impatiently. "Can you get to the important part already?"
"R-Right. Well, after hitting a couple of roadblocks and dead ends, I finally stumbled upon a discovery. Turns out she's not really Jamie."
Dani gives Rory a questioning look. "What the fuck do you mean?"
Rory grins, proud of his achievement. "The woman you asked me to research on, this Santana Lopez." He says while pointing to a picture in the document. "She's 'Jamie'." He adds as he air quotes his own words.
Dani tries to process the information and make sense of what this bumbling Irish is going on about. If the woman she's been flirting with for the past month is Jamie and then this Santana Lopez that Rory is pointing out... Wait. She tries to remember that one thing Jamie became all panicky about back at Long Island. Something about that girl she was talking to. What was it again? Hmm... She tries to nitpick her own brain at the memory of it. What did that bitch say again?
"Why is everyone calling you Jamie, Santana?"
Boom. Jackpot.
Dani smirks to herself upon the realization and putting the pieces together for herself. "So..."
"Yep." Rory grins widely. "Jamie Ryan has been in South Africa for the past month after they broke up. The person you've all been interacting with is none other than Brittany's best friend, Santana Lopez, who's been pretending to be 'Jamie' after all this time."
Dani leans back as her smirks grows even wider. So, that's why 'Jamie' avoided her that night they ran into each other. That's why Brittany is so overprotective of the girl. That's why this 'Jamie' is so much more interesting than the real one. It's all been an act to dupe everyone into believing that they're special than Dani. But is the engagement part of the act? This is going to be interesting, to say the least. Add the fact that those two bitches obviously have feelings for each other.
It's going to be fantastic.
Dani stands up without saying anything and gathers her stuff while a confused Rory only looks on. "W-Wait. Dani, where are you going?"
"Home." She states simply from the doorway then turns halfway to face the intern. "Thank you for all your help, Rory. You've been a good boy."
"B-But what are you going to do about all this info?"
"I'm taking it, of course. I just need some much needed beauty rest before I go to Burt's tomorrow morning to unveil this wretched scheme. And of course," She utters before chuckling devilishly. "Claim my rightful syndication."
After what must have been an hour of waiting outside the delivery room and just bathing themselves in the complete silence between them, Puck finally comes out of the delivery room wearing scrubs. Upon seeing him, both women stand up immediately to face him.
"How is she? Is she okay?" Santana asks worriedly with her face scrunched up.
"Is the baby okay?" Brittany chimes in, the tears on her face no longer visible.
Puck looks at the two women back and forth for a second before giving out one of the most genuine smiles they've seen. "Yeah. They're both okay. Quinn's about to be transferred to her room and the baby's with her." He pauses and sighs. "I have a boy now, guys. A boy. Can you believe it?" He adds with a few tears of joy.
Both women grin widely, almost in tears again as they embrace Puck for a quick moment. "Little Puckerman. Sounds like he's going to be such a pain in the ass." Santana jokes with a forced grin as they pull apart.
"And that is why you are not the godmother." Puck quips back and they all laugh, disregarding the tension between the two women. "Anyway, Quinn's knocked out and you two should go home first since she's going to be asleep for a while. She kind of had it rough in there. Quinn's parents, my mom, and Beth will be here in a while anyway. So, we'll be okay."
"B-But-" Brittany tries to argue but gets cut off by Puck immediately.
"No buts and ands, Britt. We've all have a rough day. Quinn wants the both of you to go home anyway since she wants to see both of your asses tomorrow. Well. Santana, that is. Since you have that celebratory live show tomorrow, right Britt?"
Brittany's eyes widen, almost forgetting that part. "Y-Yeah. I do."
"Cool." Puck declares with a grin. "I have to go back there now. And I don't want to hear anymore arguments, okay? The Queen had direct orders, so we follow. Go home, you kids! Thank you, we owe you big!" He shouts happily as he walks away, leaving both women to themselves again.
It takes them a few seconds to move, almost watching Puck's every move as he walks away from them before they react. With Santana taking the initiative to speak, albeit nervously.
"Y-You have a live show tomorrow?"
Brittany doesn't reply or say anything, declaring herself done with talking to the brunette from awhile ago. She just nods as she gathers her things from the chair and proceed to walk away herself.
"W-Wait!" Santana shouts behind her and makes the blonde stop in her tracks. Brittany slowly turns around, curious to know what the brunette has to say. If she's being honest, just one word or one anything from Santana asking her to stay would suffice for her to give up everything and be with the girl.
Anything.
"What is it, San?" She says, in almost a hoarse voice.
"I-I..." Santana trails off but the words she wants most to let go doesn't leave her. She's an idiot, that's what she thinks and what everybody thinks. The struggle to say three words and eight letters is much too big of an emotional roller coaster for her for one day.
Without having anything to go by or just anything to make her want to stay, Brittany does something she thought she should have done a few days back when Santana broke her heart. Something she should have had the heart to do when Santana basically rejected her. Something to save herself from more pain.
Walking away.
"Take care, Santana." Brittany states with a heavy heart before walking away completely from Santana with tears in her eyes.
Within half an hour or so of walking just to breathe in the not so fresh air of New York and do some thinking, Brittany finally arrives home from the hospital feeling like she carried two 16 wheeler trucks all the way back with how heavy she's been feeling. She can't even fathom how she managed to get all the way back without falling apart like how she feels on the inside. It's baffling, to say the least, that Santana just can't seem to give it all to her. Even after telling her all that stuff, all her feelings about them wanting to be together, it's as if everything fell on deaf ears and just a numb and stupid heart.
After contemplating life and death on whether or not to get her mails before going up, she ultimately decides to just get those damn letters for lack of anything better to do. Upon getting through the door, the first piece of mail she opens is the one containing photographs from when the syndication was announced. Much to her disappointment, she's faced with pictures of her and Santana being sweet and lovey during the first few. Some from the swimming competition. And of course, the awkward photographs from when they announced the syndication. Judging from everyone's grins, it's only the both of them who were aware of the tension. Much like the truth.
The truth.
She almost forgot about it. The fact that all this success is based on the lie that Santana is 'Jamie'. That they're together. That they're engaged.
She sighs deeply and takes a seat on her couch. After having lost Santana, there's really no more reason to continue on with the lie. There's no 'Jamie' anymore. And this ring she's been wearing for these past few days has no more significance. She can't have the beginning of her success based on a lie. She knows what she has to do and it's about time that she does.
It takes her a few minutes to think about whether to go through it or not. She seamlessly takes the ring off her finger and stares at it for a moment before dialing the number etched in her memory. It picks up after a few rings.
"Hello?" Santana's raspy voice, sounding almost as hoarse and tired as her voices out on the other line.
"Hey, San." Brittany utters nonchalantly, trying hard to get it together and not to show too much emotion.
"Hey."
"I-I..." Brittany takes a deep breath and looks at the ring in her hand once again. "I thought about it and I've decided to tell everyone the truth tomorrow during the live broadcast."
Brittany doesn't hear anything for a moment from Santana, the only thing that she can hear is the slow breathing from the brunette. "Are you sure, Britt?"
Brittany bites her lip. "I am. Everyone deserves to know the truth. I can't have my success based on a lie."
"B-But it's going to ruin you."
"It will eventually." Brittany counters. "I should have told everyone a long time ago and now I will. I want it to come from me."
She hears Santana sigh from the other line before speaking. "If that's what you want."
Brittany smiles sadly to herself and doesn't say anymore as she ends the call. She glances at the picture of Santana and her looking like every bit of a couple at the Hummels' courtyard. She's got nothing to lose tomorrow morning now, does she?
It's now or never.
"Honey? Where did you put my glasses again?" Burt's voice echoes through their penthouse while trying to find those goddamn glasses that he just put on the coffee table a few minutes ago.
Carole comes into the living room while shaking her head and giving her husband a look of disbelief. "It's on your head, silly."
Burt looks at her questioningly then feels for the top of his head. True enough, he's wearing it. "Oh, darn it. This old age thing is slowly coming to me."
"You are old, honey." Carole teases and only gets a wink from Burt. "Let's settle down, shall we? Brittany's show is about to go on in a little while."
"Oh, yeah. It's a live broadcast today, right? Sounds exciting!"
"I know, I can't wai-"
Buzz!
Carole and Burt give each other a curious look. As far as they're concerned, they're not expecting any guests. And much to their chagrin, they're not expecting guests this close to Brittany's broadcast. That's just how much of a fan they are.
"Now who could that be?" Carole asks with an annoyed look at Burt.
"I don't know. We're not expecting anyone, right?"
"No, of course. We never schedule things during the broadcast and certainly not during the morning."
"Maybe if we don't answer it, they would think we're not home." Burt utters with a playful grin that Carole disregards with a pout of her own.
"That sounds perfect but they already got through to the security downstairs, so they know we're here." Carole voices out disappointedly. "Come on, let's just get the door together to get it over with." She adds and Burt lazily obliges as they get up from the couch and walk towards the door.
Out of all the guests or people they were expecting to show up, this woman is not one of them.
"Dani? What are you doing here?" Burt asks with a genuine tone of curiosity while taking a quick glance at his wife who's as clueless as him.
"Yes, we weren't quite expecting you." Carole chimes in with a look of surprise.
"Burt, Carole!" Dani trails off with a smirk. "I have some exciting news you need to hear. Can I come in?" She adds with her devilish grin growing wider.
Just 1 more chapter left! Anything you want to say or want me to add next chapter? I draw the line at beheading Dani ;)
May update again this Sunday, we'll see. If not, then I'll catch you next Sunday :)