The Sound of Silence
Chapter 8
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Santana wakes up the next morning and blinks her eyes a few times, adjusting to the bright light. She looks around her room, still groggy, trying to wake herself up. She's never been a morning person. She's hardly ever in a bad mood, but the mornings are a different story. Well she's not really in a bad mood, she's just not happy or awake and she's been known to be just a bit snappy right after waking up sometimes. It just takes her a little while to fully wake up.
She rolls over in bed groaning and spots her cell phone on her nightstand. She picks it up to check the time and realizes that she has 2 text messages from Brittany.
Suddenly she is wide awake and she sits up in her bed, unlocking her phone. The messages are all from last night and she must have fallen asleep before Brittany had text her.
Brittany: (12:21 a.m) Hey, I had the best time tonight! (:
Brittany: (12:25 a.m) I'm really sorry about the kissing thing... I realize it was too soon and I hope you aren't angry or upset because I really like you and I want to go out with you again.
Santana suddenly feels guilty for not texting her back last night, although she was sleeping. Brittany probably assumes she's mad at her or doesn't want to talk to her or something. But that isn't the case, she was just exhausted. She'd had a really good time with Brittany but she isn't used to staying up as late as they had. She's lame and normally goes to bed around 10.
Sent: (8:39 a.m) Last night was the best night of my life (: Sorry I was asleep when you text me last night.
She hits send but then kind of regrets it. Was that too much? It was kind of heavy. Why couldn't she have just said she had a great time too?
God why is she so bad at this?
o0o0o
The fact that it is now 10:33 a.m and Brittany hasn't text her back, makes her extremely nervous. As if she's not already nervous enough without any help. What if Brittany had gotten mad or the wrong idea last night because she didn't text her back. Or what if Brittany decided that she doesn't want to be with her anymore because she didn't kiss her. It wasn't that she hadn't wanted to kiss Brittany because she really did. She just got super scared when Brittany blurted it out and she froze up. She's never kissed anyone.
Or maybe she was right and that text message was too heavy and it freaked Brittany out. I mean the best night of her life? That's a pretty big deal, true or not. And it was true, more or less. She's only had a couple of other days that could even compete, but they were different. They had to do with family stuff and not romantic stuff.
"Santana are you okay?" Maribel's voice asks concerned.
Santana looks up and sees her mom sit down next to her on the couch giving her a worried look. It's then that Santana realizes her breathing has picked up and her chest is heaving a bit. She feels bit faint and imagines that her face is probably pale. That normally happens when she has a panic attack or is starting to.
Not being able to find her voice, Santana just nods her head. She closes her eyes and breathes in deeply, calming herself down. Luckily it works and she doesn't go into a full blown panic attack. She opens her eyes back up and sees her mother even closer to her, looking more worried by the second.
"I'm fine." Santana breathes out.
Maribel puts her hand on Santana's leg and her brows furrow. "You're not okay. What's wrong?" She asks, her voice stern yet gentle at the same time.
Santana sighs and pulls her legs up to her chest and warps her arms around them. "I text B-Brittany this morning and she hasn't t-t-ext me back." Santana says with a frown.
Maribel smiles and rubs her hand up and down Santana's shin affectionately. "Maybe she is still asleep. It's early." She suggests with a shrug, but Santana doesn't seem anymore relieved. "Why are you so upset? What are you afraid of?" Maribel asks gently.
Santana hugs her knees closer to herself and sighs. "W-What if she d-d-doesn't like me anym-m-more." Santana asks quietly.
The tone of her daughters voice breaks Maribel's heart. She scoots closer to her and wraps her arms around Santana. "Honey, you said the date went well right?" She asks, as she starts stroking her fingers through Santana's hair. Santana just nods in response. "Well than don't worry about it. Like I said, she is probably just asleep still. Most teenagers don't wake up at 8 o clock on Saturday's." She says with a bit of a chuckle. "Besides, what is there not to like?" She adds lovingly.
Santana just rolls her eyes at that, because she is her mother and she has to say that. But she doesn't argue, because it's pointless. She's had that fight with her mother multiple times and all her mom will say is that she is perfect and will find someone who loves everything about her one day.
So, ignoring that last comment, Santana just nods in response and snuggles into her mother's side. She knows that her mom is probably right and she definitely knows that she is over thinking all of this, but she can't help it.
And then a few minutes later Santana's phone vibrates against the coffee table. She just about jumps out of her mother's arms grabbing her phone as quickly as she can. "Is it Brittany?" Maribel asks curiously.
Santana just nods in response, unlocking her phone and reading the message.
Brittany (10:49 a.m.) Well now we're even because I was asleep when you text me this morning (; What are you doing today?
Santana lets out a breath of relief and slumps back against the couch. She then starts to feel a little dumb for getting so worked up that Brittany hadn't text her immediately.
Sent (10:50 a.m) Nothing really. Grocery shopping with my mom. What are you going to do?
"Everything okay?" Maribel asks, watching her daughter text the blonde back.
Santana looks over at her mother and gives her a smile, nodding in response.
With that, Maribel nods and pats Santana's knee before standing up from the couch and walking out.
Brittany (10:51 a.m) Maybe going over to Pucks. I want to see you. Is it lame that I already miss you?
Santana can't help the huge grin that forms on her face so wide that she's surprised it doesn't hurt. She's also glad that her mother isn't in the room anymore to see her goofy smile and red cheeks. But then she still feels the need to glance around the room just to make sure that her mother isn't able to see her or Manny, although he is probably still asleep.
She doesn't see either one of them and she can hear her mom in the laundry room, which relieves her. She doesn't need to give them anymore reasons to tease her. They already do it enough, especially when it involves Brittany.
Sent (10:51 a.m) I miss you too (:
"Santana are you coming with me to the store?" Maribel asks, walking back into the living room from the kitchen. "I'm going in about 30 minutes." She informs her daughter as she makes her way to the staircase.
"Yes." Santana answers just as her phone vibrates on her lap.
Brittany (10:52 a.m) Can we hang out tonight? I want to take you somewhere. If you want to see me two nights in a row of course.
Santana beams once again and types out her response as she stands up from the couch and makes her way upstairs to get dressed.
Sent (10:52 a.m) Yes (:
Of course she wants to see her two nights in a row. She'd see her every second of every day if she could.
o0o0o
Brittany walks into Puck's house and can hear loud music blasting from his room down the hallway. Quinn's car was in the driveway so she assuming that at least Quinn is here as well. She isn't sure about the others though.
She spots Puck's foster mom sitting in the kitchen smoking a cigarette and reading a magazine. Without a word to the woman she makes her way down the hallway and opens his bedroom door. Sam, Sugar, Quinn and Puck are all hanging out. Puck and Sam are playing video games as always and Quinn is smoking a joint by the window. Sugar is perched on the foot of Puck's bed, watching the boys play their game intently, although she probably has no idea what is going on.
"Hey guys." Brittany greets, closing the door behind her. She jumps on the bed behind Sugar, making her bounce and almost fall over.
Quinn just looks at her, but makes no effort to really greet her and the guys just nod their heads distractedly.
"Can I get a hit?" She asks, stretching her arm out towards Quinn for the joint that is in her hand.
Wordlessly, Quinn passes the joint over to her and waits for her to take a drag before taking it back and moving back over to her seat at the window.
"Yo Pierce, Quinn said you went out on a date with Santana." Puck says, his eyes still focused on the TV. Brittany glances over at her blonde friend who just continues looking at her with an expressionless face. "I didn't know you were into that." Puck adds with a smirk, directing Brittany's attention back over to him.
Sugar's eyes widen comically and Sam whips around to look at her and it's then she realizes Quinn had only told Puck about the date. Which meant she was only doing it to try and get a rise out of him and start shit between them.
"Wait, you went out with Santana? Like a date?" Sam asks, letting his character die on the game and not even really caring nor noticing, even through Puck's victorious cheering.
Brittany just shrugs at him and nods her head. "Yeah," She says as Puck too turns around, their game being paused. "We had a really good time." She says matter of fact.
Puck climbs up onto the bed and gives her a sly grin. "Tell me all about." He says smiling widely. "And be very specific." He adds with a smirk, making Brittany roll her eyes. "Don't leave out anything." He adds just to make sure she gets it and won't leave any detail out.
She reaches out to shove him, causing him to lose balance and fall of the bed. "Perv," she says giving him a glare, although it's kind of more playful. She has gotten used to his vulgar ways and it doesn't even bother her that much anymore. She knows that he is mostly joking although he wouldn't protest if she were to tell him the dirty details. She stands up from the bed and heads for the door, "I'm starving. I'm raiding your fridge." She announces.
Quinn puts her joint out and follows Brittany, feeling hungry herself. And of course Sugar feels the need to follow them out as well. She just about trips over her feet, trying to climb off the bed and follow them quickly into the kitchen.
"There won't be much in there," He yells after them. His foster mom hardly ever goes to the store because she is always so drugged up or drunk, she barely even eats. She obviously doesn't consider that there are others living in the house. Him and his foster brother Jake who is a few years younger than he is.
"Are you not mad?" Sam asks as they both turn their bodies back to the TV to resume their game.
Puck's brows furrow and he side glances Sam, "About what?" He asks completely lost. "That there isn't food?" He asks confused, "I'm used to it." He shrugs.
Sam just shakes his head and rolls his eyes. "No about Brittany going on a date with Santana." He says as if it were obvious.
Once again Puck looks completely lost and just shakes his head. "Why would I be mad about that?" He asks confused. "They're hot together." He then adds with that smirk and a shrug.
"Because you were dating." Sam answers back, again sounding as if it should be obvious.
Puck just laughs and shakes his head, "Bro, we were definitely not dating." He says honestly. "We were gettin' it on, big difference." He points out. "I mean yeah I'm bummed that I don't get to hit that anymore but she's happy so why would I be mad?" He explains as the game starts up again. However, Sam doesn't seem to notice and dies within a few seconds, making Puck look over at him. He looks lost in thought and a bit angry. "Are you jealous?" Puck asks unbelievingly.
This snaps Sam from his trance and he glares over at Puck. "Why would I be jealous?" He scoffs.
Puck just rolls his eyes and starts another game, not wanting to get into this with Sam. He knows that the guy has had a crush on Brittany forever. It's pathetic really. Plus, he isn't really one to talk feelings. He doesn't really care if Sam is jealous, that is on him. He's not going to talk about it like a group of girls would.
And anyway, Brittany and the girls walk back in like a minute later, so they wouldn't really be able to talk about it anyway. Brittany's got a almost empty bag of Doritos in her hand and Quinn is munching on a candy bar. Puck is honestly surprised they were even able to find that much.
"So are you and Santana like together now?" Sugar asks Brittany as they all sit down on Puck's bed.
Brittany just shrugs and eats a handful of crumbs, "I mean we haven't talked about it. We've only gone out once." She explains. "Although we're going out again tonight." she adds with a small smile.
"Already? You just saw her last night." Quinn says, raising a brow.
Brittany clenches her jaw and gives Quinn a warning look. "And we're seeing each other again tonight." She grits out, "Problem?" She asks giving the blonde a challenging look. Just daring her to say something again. She got off easy yesterday and honestly Brittany is getting closer and closer to just beating the shit out of her.
And Quinn knows this. So she just shakes her head.
"Quinn what is your problem with Santana?" Puck asks, genuinely curious.
Quinn looks down at him, but he's still got his eyes set on the TV, twisting his body a bit as if it'll help his character on the game. "Honestly, I don't get why you guys don't have a problem with her." She says matter of fact. "I've said it before, she isn't like us." She says simply. "Her life is so damn easy-
"You know nothing about her life." Brittany cuts in before Quinn can even continue. "She has a fucking social phobia and selective mutism. She's constantly nervous and anxious and has panic attacks on the reg. How the fuck does that seem like an easy life to you?" Brittany asks giving Quinn an incredulous look. "And on top of all that, she is bullied on a daily basis." She adds passionately.
Quinn sighs and rolls her eyes a bit. "It's different." She tries arguing. "And either way, she just doesn't fit in with us and I don't see why you like her. That's all."
"Quinn, I don't have to explain myself to you. I like her and that is that. So you can either deal with it or stop hanging out with us, because whether you like it or not, she is going to be apart of our group from now on." Brittany informs her, folding her arms over her chest, giving Quinn her best HBIC expression.
"Whatever," Quinn mumbles, shaking her head and averting her eyes away from Brittany.
It's not exactly a 'Yes mistress' but Brittany will take it.
o0o0o
Santana holds onto the grocery list as they walk up and down the isles at the Super Walmart right down the street from their house. She's always loved going grocery shopping with her mom for some reason. Even when she was little, she'd do the same thing. Walk next to her mother helping her pick everything out, instead of riding in the cart and complaining like most kids do. She'd actually refused to sit in the cart and opted to walk right next to her mom, holding on tightly to the end of her shirt.
She stops walking after a second and points in the direction of something on the shelf. Ketchup, it's next on the list. So her mother nods and lets Santana grab one off the shelf.
"So is Brittany your girlfriend now?" Maribel asks, making Santana's eyes grow wide and snap from the list over to her mother. She shakes her head rapidly and Maribel just chuckles. "What? You obviously really like her and you went on a date, I was just curious." She says with a shrug, still assumed by Santana's embarrassment.
Santana doesn't do anything in response and just continues walking down the isle until they reach the bread and she picks up a loaf of wheat.
"Do you want her to be your girlfriend?" Maribel asks and Santana pouts, annoyed with her mother's questions, which just once again makes her mother chuckle. "Come on, this is the first time you have really shown interest in anyone. Except Holly Holliday, your old babysitter." She says, making Santana sigh exasperatedly and storm off down the isle, her arms folded against her chest. They always have to bring that up.
They continue walking up and down the isles grabbing everything that they need and thankfully her mother drops the subject of Brittany. As they're walking to the check out counters, Santana notices something on the clothing wracks. She stops walking, her mother not even noticing as she continues walking and rambling on about one of her latest surgeries.
It only takes her a few seconds before Maribel notices the absence of her daughter however. She stops talking immediately and looks over her shoulder in search of the girl who is never one to wander to far from her. She spots Santana in the clothing section, grasping onto a purple onesie with unicorns on it as she looks it over.
Maribel turns her cart around and makes her way over to Santana, "Do you want that?" She asks, making Santana jump, obviously not aware of her sudden presence next to her.
Santana snaps her eyes over to her mother and nods her head.
"Put it in." Maribel instructs, pointing to the cart, making Santana smile.
She grabs the right size and places it in the cart with a giddy grin.
o0o0o
Santana sits on the window seat in her bedroom looking out at the rain, pouring down from the sky. She has always been afraid of storms. It used to be way worse than it is now. When she was younger, she'd freak out and start crying if it just sprinkled, because she'd assume that meant there was going to be a tornado or something. It was pretty lame, she knows.
She'd spent countless nights sleeping in either Manny's bed or her mother's when it stormed. Now, she only gets a little afraid when it gets really bad outside. Thankfully, her mom comes into her room and sleeps with her when it gets really bad outside now. She'd stopped going into their rooms a few years ago because she felt like she was too old and she didn't want to be a baby.
But her mom knew her too well, and knew that even though she tried to act as if she weren't afraid anymore, she really is. So her mom comes in her room without a word, crawls into bed with her and holds her.
Thankfully, it's just raining right now and not even too hard.
Her phone rings from the other side of her bedroom and she gets up to grab it off the nightstand. It's from Brittany. Which isn't even surprising because Brittany is really the only person who texts her. Besides occasionally Tina, but even that is rare.
Brittany: (5:07 p.m.) My original plans for the night involved something outside, so I guess that is out of the question now
Santana frowns, but tries not to feel too disappointed. It's just she really wanted to see Brittany again tonight. Stupid rain.
Sent: (5:07 p.m) Oh okay. That's alright. I guess I'll just see Monday? Or maybe tomorrow?
She winces at herself just like she does almost every time she texts Brittany, because she never likes what she says. Yet, she can never come with anything better. She'll probably over criticize everything she always sends to Brittany.
Brittany: (5:08 p.m) Well I was hoping you could just come over to my house or something. I mean if you still want to hang out tonight…
The frown disappears and a smile is quickly replacing it. Her disappointment fades away with the frown and suddenly, she's really happy again. She gets to see Brittany and also she gets to go to her house and see where she lives. She can't help but picture what she thinks Brittany's room looks like.
Sent (5:09 p.m) I can come over
Santana puts her phone down on her window seat and walks over to her closet to change clothes. When she'd gotten home from shopping with her mom, she'd put a onesie on. She loves being comfortable and lounging around in them, especially when it is raining outside. They're warm and comforting.
She sifts through her overly organized closet, picking out which sweater vest she wants to wear. All of her sweaters are on one side of the closet, arranged by color and type. She has a lot of sleeveless ones that go over button ups but then she has a few sweaters with sleeves that don't necessarily call for a button up to go underneath, however she normally still wears one anyway.
Just as she decides on one that fades from dark purple at the bottom to light purple at the top, her phone chimes. She pulls the sweater off of the hanger and places it down on her bed before grabbing her cell and opening the new message.
Brittany (5:11 p.m) I'll pick you up at 6? Or is that too early?
Santana glances at the time and decides 6 is fine. It'll only take her a couple more minutes to get ready anyway. 6 actually feels a bit too long to wait. But she can't seem desperate.
Sent (5: 11 p.m) 6 is Perfect.
She puts her phone back down and starts sifting through her button ups until she decides to mix it up a bit and wear a black button up instead of her normal white one. She has button ups in all colors but the only time she really ever wears the colored ones is if the sweater vest is a neutral color like black or grey. Or also when she occasionally just wears a button up without a sweater, but she doesn't do that often.
She then decides on a dark pair of skinny jeans and the usual black converse that are a bit worn. Okay so a bit is an understatement. But she refuses to get a new pair until these completely fall apart.
o0o0o
They're in Brittany's car now and it's been pretty silent for the most part. Aside from the radio softly playing in the background. It's a rock station and Santana doesn't know very many of the songs, but Brittany does and sings along to a lot of them as well as dance and drum her fingers against the steering wheel with the beat. She even started playing the air guitar when they were at a red-light. It made Santana grin.
But then as a commercial comes on the station again, the car falls into more of a silence. And when Brittany lets out a sigh, Santana can tell that she wants to say something. It makes her palms get sweaty, so she rubs them against her jeans and waits for Brittany to say what she wants to say.
"Santana, I'm really sorry about last night," Brittany finally says quietly. "I shouldn't have said that. I know it was too soon and I kind of put you on the spot." She explains, shifting a bit in her seat. She looks awkward and Santana can't lie and say it's not adorable. She kind of likes seeing Brittany nervous and awkward, because it's so unusual.
But then once she realizes what Brittany is talking about, she gets nervous herself. Her anxiousness is so high right now that she again can't speak and honestly she doesn't really know what she would say anyway. She isn't mad at Brittany at all for what she'd done. She'd wanted to kiss Brittany too, she just got too nervous. She doesn't want Brittany thinking that she hadn't wanted to kiss her.
"You're not mad or anything are you?" Brittany asks unsurely, turning to glance at Santana briefly before having to look back at the road.
Santana shakes her head so quickly, she is surprised that she hadn't got whiplash. And she knows that Brittany sees her because a small, barely there smile appears on her lips and she looks relieved.
Brittany looks back over at Santana and reaches for the brunette's hand. She tangles their fingers together, letting their hands rest in Santana's lap.
They pull up to Brittany's house only a minute later and Santana's eyes almost bug out of her head. It's probably the nicest house she has ever seen. No she knows it is. She didn't even know anyone in Lima had houses like this. It looks like something that should belong in Beverly Hills. It seems way out of place here in Lima Ohio.
She then notices the lack of cars in the driveway. She glances over at Brittany nervously, but doesn't say anything. Are they going to be here alone? that makes her even more anxious. She's seen movies. Maybe not a lot, but she has seen some. She knows what happens when teenagers hang out at their house with no parents.
Her door opening startles her from her thoughts. She looks over and sees Brittany leaning against the open passengers door smiling at her. "Are you okay?" She asks, noticing Santana's worried features. She frowns and steps closer to the Latina. "What's wrong?"
Santana just shakes her head and musters up a smile, climbing out of the car. Luckily it's just misting outside now, though it looks like it will start pouring again at any minute. Brittany doesn't look like she wants to let it go, but she doesn't say anything else and leads Santana up to the front door.
They walk inside and the inside is even nicer than the outside. It's very modern and simple with a monochromatic color scheme. Most everything is white with a few splashes of red. She kind of doesn't want to touch like anything or even walk through the house out of fear of messing it up. It honestly doesn't even look like anyone lives here.
"Come on," Brittany says, tugging on her hand. She pulls her up the huge staircase and down the upstairs hallway until she stops at a door. She opens it and Santana immediately knows that it is Brittany's room. It's completely opposite from the rest of the house. The walls are turquoise and her bedspread is black just like Santana's, but it's a different one. Brittany's is all silky and shiny and her sheets are orange. The throw pillows that her bed is covered in are all different colors, just like everything else in Brittany's room. Nothing really matches or goes together, but it somehow manages to look good and so Brittany. It's dark and edgy but also colorful at bright at the same time, just like Brittany.
She turns back to Brittany who is standing against her door just watching Santana. Santana immediately grins at her.
"My mom hates it." Brittany says and does something that is a mixture of exhaling and a small laugh.
Santana walks over to the bed and runs her fingers over the silky bedspread. "I l-like it," she says quietly, still sporting a smile.
Brittany walks over to Santana and stands directly behind her. "Thanks," she says back sincerely. "So are you hungry? We can order pizza or chinese or something." She suggests with a shrug as Santana turns around to face her.
"Are your p-p-parents home?" Santana asks, making Brittany eye her curiously.
Brittany lets out a small laugh, "That doesn't really answer my question." She says amused, "But no they aren't." She says and then notices how Santana seems to be even more nervous. "Is that okay?" Brittany asks slowly, tilting her head slightly.
Santana swallows hard but nods her head.
But Brittany sees right through the answer and she thinks that she has an idea of why. "Hey," She says softly, reaching out for the girl. She wraps her arms around Santana's waist and feels Santana tense in her arms. "Don't be nervous." Brittany says quietly. "I won't do anything you don't want to do. I didn't invite you here for that. I just wanted to see you and to hang out." She tells her matter of fact. "Even if you sit on the opposite side of the room from me the entire night, I'll have a good time." She says truthfully. "But I kinda hope you don't do that." She adds with a hint of a smirk.
Santana smiles back and relaxes in Brittany's arms. She brings her own arms up and wraps them around Brittany's neck, pulling her into a hug. She really doesn't understand how someone as perfect and as beautiful as Brittany likes her.
"Chinese," Santana whispers into Brittany's neck.
It confuses the blonde for like half a second and then she realizes Santana is answering her question from a few minutes ago. "Chinese it is." She says and gives Santana a squeeze before pulling away. "The take out menu is in the kitchen." Brittany informs her and Santana nods and follows her back downstairs.
The kitchen is huge and Santana is instantly in love. She loves to cook and this is like her dream kitchen. It's about 3 times the size of their kitchen at home and has like 5 times the counter space. It also has every high end appliance you could want, including double stacked ovens.
"Okay, what do you like?" Brittany asks, placing the menu down on the counter in front of where Santana is sitting at the island. She places her arms on either side of Santana, letting her hands rest on the island counter. Her chin rests on Santana's shoulder as they both look over the menu together. Honestly, Brittany knows what she wants, she orders from this place so much that she has the menu memorized. She just loves being close to Santana. Which is weird, because she has always hated any kind of affection with others.
It only takes Santana a few seconds before she makes a decision. She brings her hand up and points to what she wants, making Brittany nod her head against her. "Okay," Brittany says softly. She places a kiss to the top of Santana's head before pulling back and grabbing her cell phone off the counter to call the place.
As Brittany is ordering, Santana goes back to looking around the kitchen. She hops off the bar stool, her legs feeling a bit wobbly from the closeness she'd just had with Brittany. Her hands play with the bottom of her purple sweater as she walks around the kitchen, glancing over at Brittany every now and then. The blonde is now sitting on top of the counter, her feet on the stool that Santana had just occupied as she tells the person on the line what they want. Brittany orders almost twice as much as Santana had ordered.
She makes her way over to what she is pretty sure is the refrigerator. It's one of those fridges that looks exactly like the counters. Without even thinking she opens it up, her awe and curiosity of this 5 star kitchen taking over her manners. Not that Brittany will probably care that she is basically digging through their things.
The fridge is enormous, but has like no food, which makes it look even bigger. It has a carton of eggs and a few pieces of fruit and that is about it. It really is as if nobody lives in this house. If Brittany hadn't mentioned her mother a few times, she'd think that Brittany lives her alone.
She closes the refrigerator and glances back over at Brittany only to realize that she is off the phone and is just sitting on the counter watching her with an amused smile.
Santana immediately blushes and steps away from the fridge, "Sorry," She apologizes.
"Don't be." Brittany responds immediately as she jumps off the counter. She grins widely at the Latina and reaches out for her, taking one of her hands in her own. "I eat a lot of takeout." She informs her with a shrug. "Neither of my parents cook." She adds, "And I almost burned down the kitchen trying to one time, so now I don't either." She says with a chuckle.
Santana grins back and shakes her head a bit. She feels Brittany's thumb caressing the back of her hand and it sends tingles all through her body as well as a comforting warmth.
"Do you like to cook?" Brittany asks curiously.
Santana nods back in response, smiling.
"Well then you'll have to cook for me some time." She tells her, tapping her on the nose with her index finger, making Santana in turn, scrunch her nose up cutely. "The food should be here in like 20 minutes, it's just right around the corner and they're usually pretty quick." Brittany informs her. "Which is good because I'm starving." She adds dramatically.
Santana shakes her head and smiles, scrunching her nose. "You're a-al-always hungry." She says teasingly.
Brittany feigns offense and gasps dramatically making Santana giggle, her eyes twinkling. "You're mean." Brittany says matter of fact and Santana shakes her head, continuing to smile. "Yes you are." Brittany argues and Santana just shakes her head harder, her grin growing. "Prove it." Brittany challenges, not being able to contain a smile.
Santana frowns and looks thoughtful, not entirely sure how she can prove it. But then she gets an idea and grabs Brittany's forearm, pulling her into a hug. She buries her face into Brittany's neck and holds onto her tight.
Brittany hums in response and wraps her arms just as tightly against Santana, nuzzling her nose into Santana's hair and pressing her cheek to the side of Santana's head. "I guess this is kind of nice." Brittany says playfully, shrugging into the hug.
Santana giggles into Brittany's neck and holds her even tighter, breathing her sweet scent in.
"Okay this is very nice." Brittany whispers as she begins swaying them slightly. "Dance with me?" Brittany asks although they're pretty much already doing that.
Santana picks her head up off of Brittany's shoulder, but doesn't pull away. "I d-don't know how to d-d-dance." Santana admits shyly.
Brittany grins and squeezes Santana's waist affectionately. "You're dancing right now." She points out as she continues swaying them. "Just relax and I'll lead you." She tells her, smiling sweetly at her. "I'm not asking you to tango with me or anything." She adds with a small laugh and Santana giggles too.
Santana smiles back at Brittany, looking into her eyes for a few seconds before, blushing at the intimacy and looking away bashfully. Brittany grins and pulls Santana even closer to her, and Santana rests her head back down on the blonde's shoulder, never ceasing their slow gentle swaying.
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The food arrives in what feel like 5 minutes to both girls, but in reality had been almost 30, which is the longest they have ever taken. They'd still been swaying in the kitchen, dancing together, perfectly in sync, even with no music. They'd been so swept up in each other that they'd barely even heard the doorbell. Thankfully it's pretty loud and echoes all through the large house.
They'd spread all of the containers out across the kitchen island, sharing everything although they'd both ordered separate things.
Brittany pulls a wine bottle off the rack and holds it out for Santana to see. "Do you want a glass of wine?" She asks with a smile.
Santana's eyes widen a bit and she has the urge to look around the house, although she knows that they are alone. She's never tried alcohol before, even though her mom had offered her a sip of her wine one time. They'd been at a restaurant and Santana had been too afraid of getting caught, although her mother said they wouldn't get into trouble.
"I'm n-not 21." She says nervously, as if Brittany weren't aware.
Brittany just smiles and pulls to wine glasses from the cabinet. She then grabs a corkscrew from a drawer and goes to work on opening it. "It's just a glass of wine, I'm not going to get you drunk." She says matter of fact as she starts twisting the screw. "But if you don't want it, I'll get you some water." She says right before pulling the cork out with a pop.
She pours herself a glass and then looks over at Santana curiously.
"Do you want water? Because that is perfectly fine." She says with a shrug. "I'm not going to force you to do anything."
Santana chews on her bottom lip and eyes the glass of wine that Brittany had poured for herself. She can't deny that she'd always been curious as to what it tasted it like. Her mother drinks it all the time, not that she is an alcoholic. Like at all. She just likes a glass of wine occasionally.
"Wine," Santana says, nodding her head to show she is sure, before Brittany even gets the chance to ask her.
Brittany raises a brow at eyes her for a second, but then pours the second glass of wine. She sets one down in front of Santana and the other in front of herself as she sits down. "It's Moscato, my favorite." Brittany tells her. "It's really sweet and not dry, so you'll probably like it as well. Especially since you've never had wine before." She tells her, picking her glass up. She holds it up over there food, and Santana picks hers up as well. "Cheers," Brittany says, clinking their glasses together.
Brittany takes a sip of her wine and watches Santana over the rim of her glass. She is hesitant and takes a sniff of it, not actually drinking it yet. But then she slowly raises it to her lips and takes a small sip.
Her eyes light up and she smiles before taking another sip, this time bigger and with more confidence. "I like it." She says, making Brittany giggle and nod her head as she sets her own glass down.
"Good." She says, before picking her chopsticks up and grabbing an egg roll from one of the cartons.
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After finishing up dinner, the girls clean up the kitchen and go back upstairs into Brittany's room. Brittany crawls onto her bed and leans up against the headboard with a sigh. "I'm full," she mumbles a bit miserably. She looks up at Santana who is standing at the foot of the bed smiling at her.
"I feel all w-warm inside." Santana says with a giggle.
Brittany raises a brow and can't help but crack a grin. She crawls down to the end of the bed and reaches out for Santana's hands. She then pulls the girl onto the bed with her and guides her to lie down on her back, her head on the pillows. "Are you drunk?" Brittany asks amused and a bit unbelievingly. She'd only had one glass of wine.
Santana frowns as her brows furrow then she shakes her head. "I d-d-don't think so." she says with a shrug. "I've never been d-drunk."
Brittany props herself up on her elbow and looks down at the Latina. She reaches out with her free hand and caress's Santana's face lightly with her fingers. "I think you may just have a little bit of a buzz." She informs her with a smile. "Are you okay?"
Santana nods and closes her eyes, tilting her head slightly towards Brittany's hand that is still caressing her face.
She opens her eyes back up after a couple of minutes, meeting Brittany's beautiful blue eyes. She's looking at her with the softest expression that Santana has ever seen and she has a small smile on her face. And maybe it's the small buzz, but Santana swears Brittany is like totally glowing. She feels more relaxed that she has in a really long time.
Bravely, Santana reaches up and cups her hand over Brittany's cheek. Brittany's smile grows in return and she turns her head to the side to kiss Santana's palm softly.
A shot of electricity shoots through Santana's entire body as she feels Brittany's lips on her skin and her breathing quickens.
"Do you want to watch a movie?" Brittany whispers, still caressing Santana's face and neck.
Santana blinks and then nods her head.
Brittany goes to climb off the bed, but Santana grabs her arm, stopping her. She pulls Brittany back down on to the bed and Brittany smiles at her but looks confused. Santana's hand cups Brittany's cheek again and her eyes move down to Brittany's lips.
She subconsciously licks her own lips and she can feel her heart racing in her chest.
Brittany stays frozen in place, her fingers moving to the top of Santana's head, stroking at her hair gently. She is afraid if she moves even just an inch she'll startle Santana and ruin the moment. She can tell that Santana wants to kiss her, but after last night, she's decided that for right now, she is just going to wait and see if Santana will make the first move. And right now it seems as though she might.
Santana swallows hard and her eyes move back up away from Brittany's lips, meeting the blonde's eyes. She inhales deeply and lets out a shaky breath. Her hand slides down Brittany's face just slightly until her thumb hits the corner of Brittany's lips. Slowly, she slides her thumb over, caressing Brittany's bottom lip.
She has the softest lips ever.
Brittany then kisses Santana's thumb softly, making Santana's breath hitch.
Santana's heart feels as if it is about to break through her chest, it's beating that fast. Her palms are sweaty and she feels a little bad, because one of her hands is against Brittany's face and the blonde has to be able to feel it. But she doesn't seem to mind.
Her eyes move back down to Brittany's lips, where her thumb still rests and she swipes her thumb over Brittany's bottom lip again, before returning it back to her cheek.
She wants to kiss Brittany so badly, but she just can't seem to fight her nerves and make the move. She is yelling at herself in her head to just lean up and press her lips against Brittany's but her body doesn't seem to be listening, or it's just ignoring her.
She wants to tell Brittany to do it, to kiss her, but her voice is also not working.
Brittany notices a change in Santana. Her eyes are looking at her lips, but she seems to be in another world, lost in her thoughts. She can also see Santana's chest heaving and her face start to turn a little pale. She knows that Santana is getting anxious and is probably second guessing if she wants to kiss Brittany.
Brittany shifts a bit on the bed, which pulls Santana from her thoughts. Her eyes snap back up to Brittany, who's hand stills on the top of her head. The blonde is looking so intently at Santana that it makes Santana swallow visibly.
Brittany then, slowly starts leaning down, making Santana's heart beat impossibly quicker, and her head feel so light that she almost feels like she is going to pass out. She watches in what seems to be slow motion as Brittany leans down closer and closer to her.
But then right when she gets an inch away from Santana's face, Brittany's head moves up and she places a firm gentle kiss on Santana's forehead.
"I'm going to pick out a movie." Brittany says quietly, pulling back from Santana. She gives her a warm smile, and caresses her cheek before climbing off the bed and making her way over to her DVD cabinet.
Santana closes her eyes and covers her face with her hands, trying her best to hold in a groan. She'd been so close! Why couldn't she just do it?
Ugh!
Santana kicks her legs against the bed, not being able to contain it. But luckily, Brittany's back is to her and she doesn't seem to notice Santana's little tantrum.
By the time Brittany decides on a movie, Santana has gotten the tantrum out of her system and she is now just lying on the bed, watching the blonde. "Have you ever seen Salt?" Brittany asks, holding up the DVD box for Santana to see. Santana shakes her head. "Angelina Jolie is such a badass. And super hot." She says with a smirk, standing up from her kneeling position. She walks over to the DVD player and puts it in, before going back over to the bed.
She climbs on the bed with Santana, lying next to her on the pillows. She rolls her head to the side to look at Santana and then scoots closer to her. She puts an arm around the brunette and pulls her closer to her.
Santana smiles and moves closer to Brittany as well, resting her head on the blonde's chest. She's still upset that she didn't kiss Brittany, but it makes her feel better that Brittany doesn't seem to be upset or angry. Brittany is so patient and perfect, it makes her swoon.
Plus, now, the buzz is wearing off and it's almost 10 so she is getting really sleepy. Brittany's warmth that is surrounding her, isn't helping to keep her awake either.
"What time do you need to be home?" Brittany asks quietly as the movie starts.
Santana inhales and blinks sleepily, trying to process Brittany's question as well as the answer. "Um, tw-twelve." She mumbles, her voice even lower and more scratchy because she is tired.
Brittany grabs her phone off the nightstand and holds it up above them as she slides her finger across the screen to unlock it. It's positioned where Santana can see it as well and she watches curiously. Brittany sets an alarm for 11:30 p.m.
"Just in case we fall asleep." Brittany explains, putting the phone back down and wrapping her arms tighter around Santana. "Go to sleep, I'll make sure you're home on time." Brittany tells her, bringing her hand up to Santana's hair. She gently pulls on the hair tie there and lets Santana's hair fall. She puts the hair tie on her wrist then combs her fingers soothingly through Santana's hair.
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Brittany gets her home on time just as she'd promised. They once again, don't kiss, but the night is still perfect to both of them.
A/N: No kiss againnnnn mannnn (; Sorry guys! I really thought there would be but then i decided to go this route! Hope you still liked the chapter!
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