So sorry for the late update but good news I finally found a app that allows me to copy and paste so now I don't have to retype everything and I will be a lot quicker yay


So here we are making breakfast together, Brittany insisted that she helped with something. So she is making the pancake batter, well I whip up a hash brown casserole that I love, and I hope that Brittany loves to. I take the hash browns and sauté them, Then I add diced onions, green peppers, red peppers, sausage, and I top it off with cheese, and bake it for a few minutes so the cheese melts. Dicing onions is the absolute only thing I hate about cooking, my eyes always water. I've tried every trick in the book to avoid it but it's inevitable. I'm dicing the onions and start to sniffle because my damn eyes are burning right now.

I close my eyes tightly hoping to get some relief when I feel Brittany's hand on top of mine as she gently slides the knife out of my hand. ''Hold your head back.'' she whispers. I slowly do, as she presses a cold towel lightly on my eyes. She holds it gently yet firmly on my eyes before she lifts it and dabs each eye softly. ''Keep them close for a few minutes so the coolness can soothe them.''

''Ok.'' I tell her as my stomach drops to my knees. Can she be any more perfect? I exhale slowly as she places a new cool paper towel on my eyes. I then feel her slowly wiping away the tear track from when my eyes were watering before. She takes the new paper towel off and kisses each eye softly. My stomach twists; I feel nauseous, anxious, aroused, sick, happy, scared… everything all at the same time.

''You can open them now, should be all better.'' she says cheerfully. I slowly open my eyes and see her smiling at me brightly while she licks her lips. ''Ever wonder why tears are salty?'' she ask with a shrug.

''T-thanks for that.'' I tell her.

''Blink a few times.'' she instructs me. I blink slowly a few times before blinking quickly a few times. ''Still itch?'' she asks while cocking her head to the side. ''They are still kind of red.''

''No, they feel better now.'' I tell her with a smile.

''Cool.'' she says happily while turning back around to the stove and pouring some batter into the skillet. I'm glued to the floor and simply stare at her. She has so much rhythm; even the way she pours the batter is graceful. I could stare at her for hours, just watching her do random household chores and I would probably still be in awe.

We finish cooking together, perfectly in sync. We anticipated what the other one needed; we never got any each other's way. It was so surreal to me. I take cooking pretty serious. I hate when other people are in the kitchen while I cook, they always get in the way, and cooking with someone is just a big fat NO to me. I need my space to prepare my masterpieces, or so I thought. Cooking with Brittany was relaxing a way, There is something about her that calms me down and just relaxes me. She's like the first breath of fresh air you get when you go outside early on a spring morning after it rained all night.

I fix plates for the both of us and we had to the table in the dining area of my apartment, since I don't have a table in my kitchen. I set the planes down, import us a cup a juice to go alongside with our hot chocolate. We eat in a comfortable silence before I speak up.

''Do you work today?'' I asked her about taking a sip of my juice.

''No, I was going to go to the dance studio and watch some of Mike's classes, but I rather stay and hang out with you.'' she states casually with stuffing more pancakes in her mouth. I love how she makes everything seem some simple, it makes me think about my life and how I structure everything down to a science, but with Brit, it seems like she just goes with the flow.

I blush again, like a dork. ''I feel honored.'' I tell her with a dopey smile. She looks up at me with a mouth full of syrup and smiles. I swear she does or says something new every two minutes that makes her even cuter than before. Even though I'm starving, I'm eating tentatively right now; Brittany makes me a little nervous I don't want to embarrass myself in front of her. She, on the other hand, is gobbling these pancakes down. I laugh softly to myself. She seems so sure of herself; it's almost like nothing fazes her or bothers her. I wonder where all that food goes, because like I've said before, her body is perfect, maybe she works out.

''Aren't the pancakes amazing?'' She asks with a big smile. ''I put my secret ingredient in them.'' She winks at me.

I take a bite of my pancakes. ''What is that?'' I ask her with a big smile back. There is no way you can resist smiling back at her.

''I can't tell you.'' she teases. '' Your hash Browns are good too.'' She slowly licks her lips before licking the back of the fork. '' Makes it worth the crying from the onions doesn't it?''

'' Yeah it does.'' I tell her. '' Glad you like it.''

'' I can't wait to see what other cool stuff you cook for us.'' she says with a shy smile while standing up. '' I can do the dishes.''

I jump up quickly. '' You're a guest Brit, you don't have to do them.''

'' We can do them together.'' She suggests. '' If that makes you feel better.''

I nod. '' That would be cool.''

We walked to the kitchen. '' I wash, you dry.'' she suggests.

'' Works for me.'' I tell her with a smile.

As we are washing the dishes, I find myself sneaking a few glances at Brittany, soaking in all her adorableness. She's really scrubbing the plates, she has her tongue out somewhat and her face is scrunched up while she is scrubs, when the food comes off she smiles triumphantly before rinsing it off and handing it to me. Her hand grazes mine as I grab the plate and she giggles.

'' So, what's your favorite color?'' She asks to while picking up a mug to wash.

'' I like black.'' I say with a shrug.

''Hmmmmmmm, not many people pick black as their favorite color.'' Brittany states while glancing at me. '' why did you?''

I shrug, no one has ever questioned me as to why I like the color black before. '' I never thought about it, I guess. I just like it.''

'' I bet I know why.'' Brittany says with a smile while handing me the mug to dry off.

I raise my eyebrow at her. '' You think so huh?''

She nods and bites her bottom lip before speaking, it's like she is thinking of the perfect explanation. '' black is the color of authority and power.'' she starts. '' You like to be in complete control don't you?''

I nod. '' Well yeah, doesn't everyone?''

'' Question with a question, you're deflecting.'' Brittany smiles. '' I bet you have your life mapped out to a tee or so you think, if you aren't in control of the situation, you freak out don't you?'' She says softly.

'' How….. what… wait.''I stutter out.

'' I knew it!'' she says happily. '' I bet down inside little Sanny just wants to play and have fun, but grown up Santana is all business. You have to let loose a little.''

I found at her. '' I let loose.'' I hiss out at her. '' You don't know me well enough to make a snap assumption like that.''

'' Defense mechanism.'' Brittany states while handing me another mug to dry. '' You snap when you aren't in control of a situation or when you feel cornered.'' She shrugs. '' You try to break down the other person so you are back on top, in control.'' She turns to face me fully. '' That won't work on me though.'' She winks.

I get super quiet. How the hell did she figure me out by asking me my favorite question? She has to be a spy from the FBI or something. I paid my taxes last year…. hell I did them myself! I'm brought out of my daydream when I feel something cold and wet on my face. I shake my head and realize that Brittany is blowing suds from the dishwater on me while giggling.

'' Relax.'' She says with a small smile.'' Let little Sanny come out sometime and play, then maybe you won't feel stressed or put so much pressure on yourself to remain in charge and have complete control.''

'' I guess I am hard on myself.'' I admit. '' I just don't want to let my parents down, or Quinn, or anyone I guess. I don't want to give people a reason to say I told you so.''

'' What about letting yourself down?'' She asks for blowing more suds at me with a smile. I shrug at her. '' Think about it for a while, then get back to me.'' She adds cheerfully.

'' I can let loose.'' I say defensively with a smile.

she cocks her head to the side; I think she knows it melts my heart.'' Prove it.'' She teases.

I stick my hand in the water and scoop out some suds and wipe some on her nose. She laughs and scoops some and smears it on my cheek. '' You want a war Sanny?'' She asked quickly.

'' I don't lose Britt Britt.'' I say quickly while splashing some water on her with a sly smile.

I have no idea what happened next because everything was happening in fast forward. All I know is I'm now in the middle of a full blown water fight in the kitchen with Brittany. Water is being thrown around everywhere, as we chase one another around my kitchen, we both quickly run back and forth with cups to the sink for more ammo, and all I can do is laugh. The old, pre Brittany, Santana would probably have a heart attack at all the water on the floor, but right now, all I can think about is how much fun we are having.

Without thinking I quickly grab Brittany around the waist and throw a final cup of water on her as we slide to the floor laughing hysterically completely tangled in one another. As I lean back on the wall to try to catch my breath, Britney leans back in my arms panting as well. Without thinking, I wrap my arms around her waist and quickly hug her while kissing the top of her head. Oh shit… why did I just do that? I start to freak out but she then rests her arms on mine and sighs out in contentment. Her sigh let me know what I just did was okay, so I smiled shyly and endure a closeness.

''Okay, so now who cleans up the floor?'' She asks for giggling.

I shrug. '' I guess whoever lost.'' I tell her laughing as well.

'''Hmmmmm, I'm pretty sure I won.'' She says with a smirk while turning in my arms. '' But I'm willing to help you.''

I laugh. '' Are you sure you want?'' I asked her.

She nods and bites her bottom lip. '' I got you to relax and come out of your comfort zone, so I won.'' She winks and stands up. Immediately miss feeling her in my arms and internally pout. She reaches out her hands to pull me up.

I grabbed the mop out of the broom closet and hand it to Brittany. '' I'll grab some old towels too.'' I run back to the linen closet and grab a handful of old towels and run back to the kitchen. We quickly clean up all of the water on the floor and finish the dishes. I look at her and notice she is super wet from the water fight earlier. '' I can grab you some more clothes to put on, some drier ones at least.'' I tell her while taking the towels and tossing them in one of the hampers I have in the bathroom.

I come back with a different sweatshirt and a T-shirt for her, after I changed clothes myself. '' thanks.'' She says happily. She holds up the sweatshirt and examines it. '' What's a cheerio?'' She asks before putting it on.

'' Oh that's the name of my cheerleading squad from high school.'' I tell her while sitting down on the couch.

'' You were a cheerleader?'' She asks with a smile. '' I could tell.''

I laugh at her. '' Yeah I loved it, I was captain.''

She laughs. '' Control freak.''

'' What's your favorite color?'' I ask her as she sits down on the couch, extremely close to me. ''Maybe I can figure you out from it.'' I add with a smirk while crossing my arms.

'' Glitter.'' She replies.

Again, another cute random response from her that warms my inside, she has to stop this. '' that's not a color, that's like a substance.'' I tell her while shaking my head.

She shrugs. '' That's my answer.'' She states. '' try to figure out why.''

I furrow my eyebrows together and think. '' well blue is supposed to represent tranquility; it's one of the most calming colors.'' I glance up at her and she nods. '' Like your eyes.'' I add softly. '' You have beautiful eyes Brittany, I could stare at them for hours.'' I whisper.

She blushes and giggles softly. '' Now who can't take a compliment?'' I tease her. '' Your eyes were the first thing I noticed about you.''

'' Thanks Sanny.'' She says she turns a bright shade of red. '' You are deflecting, keep going.'' She says quickly to change the subject.

I laugh at how much she's blushing. ''Ok, ok, ok. Ummmm well yellow is cheerful and bright. Red is the color of love and passion. Purple is the color of royalty, green is nature, and white is purity and innocence.''

Brittany nods. '' Well now that I can rest assured that you know your colors, what do they tell you about me?''

'' That you are a cheerful, innocent person, that loves nature and everything about it. You don't just love nature, you respect it.'' I clarify. ''Ummm, you love the idea of love, the intensity of it, the passion of it, and you treat everyone as royalty, everyone is equal to you.'' I state. '' No, wait that sounds cheesy.''

Brittany smiles. '' It's not cheesy, it's right. I've been told I have the innocence of a child, mainly because I don't take myself too serious, I like to kick back and fun while enjoying life, but I'm still really focused on my goals. I love nature, which is true, and I love animals.'' She then smiles at her cats which meows back. '' I love the idea of love even though I've never been in love before, so I don't know how it feels just yet. I try to treat everyone with upmost respect, because that's how I want to be treated, so I treat everyone like kings and Queens.'' Brittany smiles. '' you were right.''

'' Wow.'' I whisper out. '' Are you an only child?''

She shakes her head. '' Nope, I have twin brothers that are 5.'' She picks up her phone from the table. '' Oh yeah I can't get in to show you pictures.'' she says sadly.

''Hmmmm, let's plug it up to my computer and see if maybe we can get it unlocked for you.'' I tell her while grabbing the phone out of her hand. We head over to my desk and I quickly plug her iPhone to my MacBook, I was luckily able to reset her phone for her, and thanks to the magic of iCloud she was able to get her phone numbers and pictures back.

'' Um, does your cat need milk or anything?'' I ask her. '' he looks hungry.''

'' No milk, but for water is ok for him.'' She says with a smile. '' I knew you liked him.''

I laugh. '' I just don't want him to starve, it's only fair since we ate breakfast.'' I saved the shrug.

'' I'll grab a bowl for him.'' she says happily while running to the kitchen. She comes back with a tupper Ware bowl with water in it and sets it by the door. '' can we go somewhere?'' She glances over at me. '' He likes to eat and drink in private.'' She explains. '' I will run to the store and grab him some food later.''

'' Ok.'' You tell her. ''Ummmm, I can give you a tour if you want.''

'' Sure.'' She says with a big smile.

I lead her around and show her my bedroom, which she is way too excited to see, which made her nervous and smirk at the same time. I point out the bathroom, in case she needs to go, my office, and my spare bedroom.

'' You have a big place for only one person.'' She replies when we sit back down in the living room.

'' Well, when I first moved to New York with Quinn, we were just roommates, so it didn't seem so big, but she moved in with her boyfriend a few months ago. So now it's just me.'' I tell her with a shrug.

'' Do you like living alone?'' She asks while playing with the hem of my sweatpants, since my leg is bent on the couch. I glanced down at her simple action as my letter, letting her know I enjoyed it.

'' It's ok, I mean I know where everything is, everything is positioned the way I like it, I only buy stuff that I absolutely like, and when I want peace and quiet…. I get it.'' I tell her.

'' Don't you get lonely?'' She asks while biting her bottom lip. I think she's hinting at something but I can't tell what. She's super easy to read but super hard at the same time. It would be frustrating if she weren't so cute.

'' Uhm, well sometimes.'' I say honestly. '' But I can always call Quinn, or my parents back home, and now I can call you.'' I tell her flirtatiously. '' Well, once I get your number.'' I say well raising my eyebrow.

'' You don't need my number, I know where you live, so I can just come over and we can hang out. That's way better than talking on the phone.'' She says with a smile.

'' Hanging out with is definitely better than talking on the phone.'' I confirmed with nod.

'' And since you have a spare bedroom, we can have sleepovers.'' She says as her eyes twinkle. ''Wait…. we have to sleep in the same room for a sleepover, so we can sleep in your room, or out here.'' She says well nodding.

She wants to sleep in my bed? No, that's not what she said Santana; she said sleep in my room. A glance over her body quickly; I definitely wouldn't mind sharing a bed with Brittany, in any capacity.

''A sleepover would be cool.'' I'm nod in agreement. '' We could have popcorn, drink wine, and watch movies.'' I pause. '' Do you drink?''

She nods. '' Oh yeah… I drink.'' She says with a smile.

We chat about random topics for the next hour or so before we decide to turn on the TV and watch some talk shows. It's amazing how much we have in common, we like a lot of the same music, and movies. This makes me fall more and more in….. like with Brittany every time she speaks. She's very ditzy, I won't argue that but she's also super intelligent all at the same time. How the hell does that happen?

I feel something kick me and I open my eyes. Shit, I didn't even know I fell asleep. I lift my head and notice Brittany is fast asleep as well; she's curled in a ball at the other end of the couch, laying her head on her arms, which are on the arm of the couch. A look at the tangled mess our legs are in towards the middle of the couch and smile. She must have jerked in her sleep or something. I slowly untangle my legs from hers, so I don't wake her and go to the guest room, grabbing the extra blanket from the closet. I place it on her lightly and sit on the coffee table and watch her. She looks so innocent and beautiful as she sleeps. Every time she exhales her lips pucker up like she is getting ready to kiss someone. I start to imagine how her lips would feel on mine. I know they are ridiculously soft from when she kissed my eyelids.

Before I can daydream about her lips on mine, her damn cat walks around my legs and meows. My first instinct is to kick it, but then I think of Brittany and sigh. '' I guess you're hungry huh?'' I whispered to it well I glance at the clock and see it's 1:00 PM. '' Why don't I get you some food?''

I quietly put on my shoes and grab my purse before I slip out the door. I run up the street to the convenience store and grab a couple different cans of cat food, Kitty litter, a few toys, treats, and a litter box. As I pull out my debit card to swipe and pay for the toys, there is a voice in the back of my head telling me I can't afford to waste money on a cat.

I ignore the voice of reason, and take Brittany's advice to let loose a little and I confidently swipe the card and pay the $17.33 for the cat stuff and start to walk back home. As I was walking back in the building towards the elevator, I heard the clicking of heels on linoleum end damn near get tackled by Quinn, who hugs me tightly as we fall into the wall and I drop my back.

'' What the hell Q?!'' I hiss out as I reach down to pick up the bag that she knocked out of my hand.

'' Are you okay?'' She asks frantically.

'' I'm fine.'' I reply. '' What's up?''

'' We were supposed to have lunch at 1!'' she shrieked out. '' I've been calling you all fuckin morning San, I thought something happened to you.'' She whispered the last part.

'' Shit, I'm sorry, Brittany got locked out and I invited her to come to my place and I guess I lost track of time, my phone has been on vibrate all day.'' I tell her well I set the bag down to hug her tightly so she relaxes. '' I'm sorry Q, I'm fine though , honest.''

She nods and takes a deep breath. '' Who is Brittany?''

''Um, a friend.'' I say casually while picking the bag back up.

''Since when?'' Quinn questions me while crossing her arms.

''Jealous I have a friend that's not you?'' I quickly remark.

''Go to hell San, you know that's not the case. I've never heard you mention a Brittany before, that's all.'' Quinn replies while raising her eyebrow. ''Why is she a scret?''

'"She isn't.'' I say defensively. ''I met her on Monday, after I got fired at the park, she cheered me up. Then after lunch, I saw her again at the bookstore and we chatted while browsing books, and I gave her my number.''

''You have a crush!'' Quinn squeals. ''You're blushing!''

''Shut up.'' I hiss out while looking around quickly. ''Yes, I like her. But I'm nervous about it still, so just relax.''

''So how did she end up in your apartment?'' Quinn asked while glancing down at her watch.

''I went out for a run this morning and I saw her at the store up the street, she was locked out with her cat so I invited them over.'' I reply.

''Ew, the cat is upstairs too?'' Quinn says while making a face.

I nod. ''He's not that bad.'' I shrug.

''Bullshit, you hate animals Santana.'' Quinn said with a smirk. ''You must really like her.''

''I do.'' I whisper out. ''She makes me look at life completely differently than I'm used to, she makes me think about why people's favorite color is what it is.''

''Ummmm ooooooooooook.'' Quinn says sarcastically.

''Seriously Q, your favorite color is purple right?'' I ask her. She nods. ''Purple is the color of royalty. Your whole life you've been treated like a princess, first by your parents and now by Sam.''

Quinn blinks slowly at me. ''I guess that's right.'' She admits while shaking her head. ''Well I would come upstairs and grill her to make sure she is right for you and deserves you but I have to get back to work.''

''Sorry I made you miss lunch.'' I tell her. ''I will make it up to you, I promise.''

'Let me borrow you bright pink stilettos for dinner with Sam tonight.'' She states quickly.

''The Yves Saint Laurentones?'' I shriek, Quinn knows those are my favorite pair of shoes, she also knows I hate letting people wear my shoes.

''Yep.'' She nods with a smile.

''Fine,'' I growl. ''Walk like fuckin adult in them, not like a clumsy pre-teen wearing heels for the first time.'' I warn her.

''Deal, thanks babe.'' She says happily while kissing me on the cheek. ''I'll come over later to grab them after work, I gotta run.''

''Bye Q.''

''See ya later.'' She yells over her shoulder as she quickly leaves the building.

I run back upstairs to the apartment and open the door quietly hoping Brit is still asleep and didn't even notice I was gone. She was awake, however, and sitting on the floor facing the door. She scared the shit out of me actually.

''You're back.'' She whispered out. I stare at her and can tell she's been crying. Her face is all red, and her eyes are a weird shade of blue now. I instantly drop to my knees in front of her. ''Hey, what's wrong?'' I ask quickly.

''I thought I did something wrong and you left.'' She stated.

''No!'' I say quickly. ''You were asleep and Lords Tubs kept meowing so I thought he was hungry or bored. So I went to the store and got him some stuff.'' I slowly lift my hand and wipe a lone tear away. ''Look at all the cool stuff I got him.'' I tell her while grabbing stuff out of the bag to show her.

''How did you know his favorite food?'' She asks with a smile while sniffling a little.

''Lucky, I guess.'' I tell her while unloading all the other stuff from the bag.

''I knew you liked him.'' She added happily, while quickly opening the toys and jingling one of the balls to get his attention. ''Look what Sanny got you!'' She told him as he slowly waddled to her, well to the can of food I should say.

''Whoa, you bought a lot of stuff.'' She added while looking over the treats, catnip, and other things I bought.

''Well I figure if the two of you ever need to come by again, he should be comfortable.'' I tell her while reaching out and petting the cat for the first time. She's right he's super soft.

She opens one of the packages of food and sets it in front of him, and smiles when he quickly starts to eat. ''Thanks for buying all this stuff, you didn't have to do that.'' She tells me.

''You said friend buy each other stuff right?'' I repeat from her statement in the bookstore. She nods. ''Well as your friend, I wanted to make sure your cat is taken care of.''

She giggles. ''I've never had a doubt in my mind that you would take care of my cat.'' She smirks.

Was that a sexual pun?! I swallow thickly as my eyes straight to that part of her body, and I swear I start to drool a little. ''Are you okay now?'' I ask her to change the subject.

''Yeah, sorry I freaked out earlier.'' She replies. ''I guess I have separation issues sometimes.''

''Oh…that sucks.'' I tell her. ''Well, just know that I will never leave you without saying bye ever again.''

She raises her pinky at me. ''Promise?''

I quickly link pinkies with her. ''I promise.''

We sit and play with Lords Tubs for a while after he eats. Surprisingly for his size he is pretty playful, maybe because he just ate, so he's happy now. I look over at the cable box and see it's already 2:30pm. Damn, I don't want Brit to leave at 4pm.

''It's pretty nice out, want to go for a walk?'' I suggest while standing up.

''Sure, we can go to the park a few blocks away.'' She says with a smile.

''There's a park over her?'' I ask her with a frown.

''A super-secret one I found a few months ago.'' She says happily while jumping to her feet and slipping her shoes back on. ''Can Lord Tubbington stay here?''

''Yeah, that's cool. Let's set up the litter box first.'' I say quickly. ''In case he has to handle some business.'' I wink at her.

She sets it up by the door and quickly grabs my hand and pulls me out of the door. We walk hand in hand a few blocks away to a small park, that has one swing, a hammock, and a slide.

''This is cute.'' I smile while looking around as Brittany pulls me over to the swing.

''Sit down so I can push you.'' She says happily.

Here I am again doing something completely out of the ordinary for this woman. I'm 22 years old for fucks sake. I shouldn't be swinging. But I would do anything to see that adorable smile on Brittany's face so I sit down. She lifts the swing super high, so that my neck is by her face.

''Ready?'' She whispers out as her breath tickles the short hairs on the back of my neck. I nod and smile as she giggles and pushes me as hard as she can. Every time I come back towards her she whispers a new word or phrase. Relax, let go, live, enjoy life, release, and exhale. I try to take her advice and clear my mind. I close my eyes and imagine I'm floating in the air, above all my insecurities, my fear of failing, my unemployment situation, and just everything shitty in life. I don't even realize Brittany isn't pushing me anymore until I open my eyes and see her standing in front of me taking a picture with her phone. I jump off the swing, something I haven't done since I was probably 10, and do a gymnastic landing by holding my hands high in the air proudly. Brittany laughs and takes another picture.

I walk over to her and smile. "That was actually really fun." I tell her. "I haven't been on swing since I was a kid."

"Look how relaxed and carefree you look." She says while showing me the pictures. "You weren't in control just then. You had no control over the swing, and you are still relaxed. Maybe black really isn't your favorite color after all." She winks while heading to the slide.

What does she mean by that? Before I can begin to try to decipher her statement she calls me over to the slide. Like a lost puppy dog I run quickly over to her.

After we played, yes played in the park for an hour we head back to my apartment so Brit can get grab Lord Tubs and head home to get back in her apartment.

"Why don't you leave all the cat stuff, so next time he comes over, we don't have to worry about anything." I say quickly, hoping she catches the double meaning in my words.

"Cool, I bet he would love to come over another time." She says while biting her bottom lip. She then quickly hugs me and kisses me on the cheek. "Thanks for inviting us over."

"You're welcome, anytime." I tell her shyly while wringing my wrist again.

"What's wrong?" She asks while placing her hand on wrists to stop the action.

"Can I have your phone number?" I ask quietly. "I mean so in case…"

She spits out her number before I can even finish, after I quickly save it to my phone. I wave goodbye to her one final time and close the door. Thank you God for firing me. Wait….that sounds bad, well he knows what I meant.

8pm

Quinn just left from borrowing my prize pink stilettos after a very long lecture from, which I cut short because she brought me pizza, claiming she was going to eat a slice before dinner because she was starving, but suddenly decided not to. She knows exactly how to make me not feel like she is taking pity on me. I hop in the shower and throw on the softest pajama pants I have and a thermal long sleeve shirt. I grab a Pepsi out of the fridge and turn on Netflix, hoping to find a good movie.

As I'm scrolling through the movie list I see a movie about cats, and yep I instantly think of Brittany. We literally had the perfect day. She makes me feel a way no one else has ever made me feel. I feel so alive around her, so carefree. I find a movie just as my phone vibrates. I look down and see its Brittany. I do a small happy dance that I'm glad no one is here to witness. I clear my throat and answer.

Hello?

Hey Sanny

Hey Brit Brit, what's up?

It's raining out so I wanted to make sure you were ok

I laugh softly to myself. I'm fine, are you okay?

I'm really good! I love when it rains, it smells awesome, what are you doing?

I was getting ready to watch a movie, how about you?

Yeah me too, I had a lot of fun with you today

I had fun with you too Brit, I hope we can hang out again sometime soon

I'm sure we will

Of course, someone knocks on my fuckin door and interrupts my convo. I groan loudly and sigh. Hey Brit, someone's at my door, can I call you right back?

Sure She says happily and quickly hangs up.

I go to the door and open it finding Brittany wearing the cutest raincoat and rain boot combination in the world. She has a backpack on and picnic basket.

I can't help but smile. "What are you doing here?"

"Well you said you were watching a movie, and I was going to watch a movie, so I figured we can watch a movie together." She says shyly while looking down.

"I would love to watch a movie with you, come on in." I tell her happily.

She comes running and takes off her raincoat and boots, revealing a pair of fleece pajamas pants with ducks all over them, and she has on my cheerio sweatshirt again. I don't know why but it completely turns me on that she came back wearing my clothes.

I grab her backpack for her and head back to the living room. "What's all this?" I ask with a smile.

"Well…." She draws out with a smile. "I made popcorn, cuz it's the perfect movie snack." I nod in agreement as she pulls out the bowl and sets it on the table. "I brought wine, cuz wine is always perfect." She winks while pulling out a bottle of Merlot and a bottle of Pinot Noir. "I didn't know if you like red or white, so I got both." She shrugged. "And I rented Great Gatsby, since I noticed earlier you finished the book, cuz the bookmark was on the last page."

"Wow…Brit, you thought of everything. Did you finish the book already too?" I ask her while looking at the back of the DVD box.

"No." She says sheepishly. "But I figured if I had questions I could just ask you."

I nod and smile at her. "Of course you can, no problem."

She then opens her backpack and pulls out a blanket. " THIS is my special cuddle movie blanket." She says happily while opening it up and tossing it on my lap, she then lean forward and picks up the wine opener she brought. "Red and white?"

"Doesn't matter, ladies choice." I tell her with a smile.

"Cool, white it is!" She quickly opens the wine and pours us each a glass.

"I'll put the movie in." I jump up and pop in the disc, and turn all the lights out, so it's movie theater dark.

I sit back on the couch and smile as Brittany instantly cuddles close to me, and spreads the blanket over our laps. "Is this okay?" She asks.

I put my arm around her. "This is perfect Brit."

She glances up and smiles at me, as she slowly wraps her arm around my waist just as the movie starts.

It's after midnight when I wake up from the annoying music on the title screen of the DVD, after watching the movie Brittany wanted to watch all the extras on the DVD too; apparently she is a huge fan of Leonardo Decaprio. I reach for the remote to turn it off when I realize that Brittany is now lying on my chest asleep and I'm lying on the arm of the couch. When the hell did we get in this position? She must have felt me move because she stirs and wakes up as well.

"Hey, sorry to wake you up." I whisper.

She rubs the side of her face as she sits up. "It's okay, it's late so I should probably go." She says with a smile. "Thanks for movie night."

I want to invite her to stay, but I think it's too soon for that. I mean, it's not like I want to sleep with her, well I do, but not tonight. Maybe I will just walk her home instead.

"Let me walk you home Brit." I tell her as she gets up and heads to put her rain boots back on.

She shakes her head. "Then you have to walk home alone, that's not fair."

"Hmmmm, can I walk you half way home then?" I ask her with a smile.

"Ok." She says happily. I help her load her backpack up and out the door we go.

I quickly grab her hand and hold it tightly as we walk down the block. We get halfway, to a spot we both agree is halfway at least and stop. I grab her other hand.

"Thanks for the perfect day Brit." I whisper out to her.

"It was perfect for me too." She replies while reaching up and brushing a piece of hair behind my ear. "In the moonlight your eyes like two melted chocolate drops." She giggles.

I laugh and blush. "Is that a good thing?" I ask her.

She nods quickly. "Very good."

"Well good night Brit Brit." I tell her while hugging her tightly.

She pulls me closer and slowly moves her hands up and down my back. "Good night Sanny."

We lean back and stare in each other eyes, but we don't let one another go, it's almost like we are waiting for the other person to make the first move. I'm torn; I want to kiss Brittany so bad, but I don't want to seem too eager, but I don't want to be too hesitant either. Forget it, here goes nothing. I slowly move my head forward and…