A few days after your date with Santana, right after your work shift, you meet with Sam to grab a coffee and catch up. You promised Santana you'd take her out for dinner, but you really need to see Sam, so you ask him to meet you in the same place you asked Santana to meet you for dinner.
It's a hole-on-the-wall diner, but it's one of your favourites, and it's secluded enough to not be a problem for Santana's situation. Also the food is good, best burgers in town in your opinion, and it's not too expensive, considering it's in the middle of Brooklyn.
You are already there, dressed with black leggings, a fluor green tank top that says Kiss Me Bro on the front, black high top sneakers and rainbow coloured legwarmers on you arms. Your business attires are simpler, more elegant, but when you are off work, sometimes you like to play around with different colours and materials. And you actually love wearing legwarmers on your arms, they keep you warm while giving you the ability to wear tank tops even during the winter.
Sam arrives the moment you are getting fidgety on your seat and you smile brightly at him. He gives you a bear hug that almost leaves you breathless and after you are both sitting down, you order coffee for both.
He tells you he has had an awful day, and you tell him that yours has been quite okay. You chitchat for a while but it's not awkward or uncomfortable. Sam has always felt like home.
"How's Santana?" He suddenly asks and you clear your throat.
"Fine, she is fine." You answer and look around nervously. There is no way there is anyone who could know her there, but still talking about her, or her situation in public unsafe spaces makes you a little uneasy.
Once your visual survey is done, you relax a little bit and you let yourself smile like a child with a new toy. Sam can't help but laugh.
"Oh, Sam, she is awesome." You say dreamily, sipping on your coffee almost mindlessly. "She makes me feel things I have never felt before. I have tried to find a rational explanation to everything, I swear, but she just...It's not something I can explain with words. She is my whole world."
"Wow, you have it bad, Britt." He says smiling and reaches over the table to grab your hand softly, and you intertwine your fingers with his without even thinking about it. He is your brother, so the gesture does not mean anything more than comfort to you.
It might mean something else to someone else, though.
Seconds later you hear the doors open and out of habit you look up. Only this time you know the person who just walked in. She is early. And she is smiling brightly as she struts over to your table, but you can see past her feçade. She is...fuming.
"Hi, babe..." She says sultrily as she approaches you and kisses you so deeply it takes you a moment to catch up. Santana is making quite a show.
Is she jealous?
Of Sam?
You want to laugh, but Santana is actually leaving you breathless, and you can hear Sam fidgeting uncomfortably on his seat, so you break the kiss quite abruptly.
"Santana, hello." You say as you put an arm between the two of you because she is trying to kiss you again, and you look at her frowning.
"So you are the infamous Santana." He says snickering. That catches Santana's attention. She turns her hear towards him, and if you were to compare her to an animal, right now she looks like a lioness about to pounce on an antelope.
"And who are you, Trouty Mouth?" She asks dragging every word, and even though you find it utterly sexy, you know she is seething, so you decide to intervene.
"This is Sam, my brother."
Instantly Santana's demeanour changes.
"Oh." Is all she seems to be able to articulate as she takes a seat next to you.
"He is not my actual biological brother." You explain. "But he is like a brother to me."
Santana clears her throat and runs a hand mindlessly through her own hair. Then she extends her hand politely towards Sam.
"It's a pleasure to meet you." She says unemotionally. You can't help but laugh even though you try to hide it with a fake cough that not even the passing by waitress believes.
"I should probably leave you girls alone." Sam says as he gets up. "The coffee is on me. It was nice to meet you, Santana." He adds and winks at her. You hear her snorting beside you. "Call me soon, baby Pierce." He ads and kisses your cheek very close to you ear.
"She's a keeper." He mumbles into it so quietly only you can hear and you can't help but smile. It ruffles Santana's feathers even more, you can feel her energy next to you.
When Sam is gone, you turn towards Santana and you find her with her arms crossed over her chest, leaning back on her chair, a leg crossed over the other, her cheeks puffed, and a frown taking over her forehead. You find it actually kinda cute. So you smile. And she huffs.
"What are you doing here?" You ask, trying to play it cool, even if it's being hard for you not to laugh. "We were supposed to meet in an hour."
"Oh, excuse me, did I ruin your other date?" She asks childishly, but as you roll your eyes she sighs. "I was just passing by. I bought you something, I was on my way to buy some wrapping paper, but I got sidetracked by a really hot blonde."
You tilt your head to the side as you see her rummaging through her purse looking for something. Just now you notice she is wearing a black dress and red high heels. Way fancier than what you are wearing. Suddenly you feel a little self-conscious.
"Here." She says softly, smiling as she offers you a small box.
You take it between your hands and open it curiously. Inside you find a bracelet, it's silver, nothing too fancy, but it has two small pendants. One B and one S. You look up at Santana in awe.
"A promise ring seemed like a little too much." She says with a chuckle and a shrug. "But this is my promise to you Britt. I promise that I'm yours, proudly so, even when I insist I'm not. I want you to remember that, and if you doubt it, just look at the bracelet."
You are now biting your lower lip so hard you are almost drawing blood in order not to cry.
"This means a lot to me, Santana..." You mumble quietly as you get close to her and kiss her forehead tenderly.
And it does. It's the best thing that anyone has ever gifted you. You really are in love with this woman, but you refuse to scare her away, so you are playing it as cool as you can. There will be enough time for you to get emotional with her, for you to just tell her everything without the fear of her fleeing.
There will be enough time.
Or so you hope.
"So, I didn't peg you as the jealous type." You say once the intimate moment is broken and she huffs flicking the back of your neck with her hand.
"Order me some food and shut up, woman." She says and you both laugh heartily.
