Hey There, Gotta Second? Ch. 4
Pairing: Brittany/Santana
Rating: R (for now, NC-17 later)
Word Count: 3,337
Summary: AU Brittany meets Santana working on a street corner in Manhattan.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Santana’s first relationship was with a boy name Brad. They were in kindergarten. Santana liked to boss Brad around and the boy would do pretty much anything that Santana asked of him. In her eyes it was the perfect relationship.
Though, looking back on it, she’s pretty sure that’s also when her bad karma started.
It took a while to get over Brad. In fact it wasn’t until seventh grade that Santana was ready to delve back into anything ‘serious.’ At this point Santana was getting an idea of what real relationships were, or, what ‘real’ relationships were expected to be. Girls began wearing makeup, and bras, and the locker room always smelled like burnt hair from various girls’ hair straighteners. Boys and girls began sneaking off behind the bleachers, and it wasn’t just to hold hands. Santana also began to understand how she played in all of this. All the popular girls had boyfriends. Santana needed a boyfriend. So, she dated Alex. He had big lips that were really wet when they kissed and every time she had to hold down the urge to gag. She thought it might get better with practice. It didn’t.
In her freshman year of high school Santana began dating Puck. They had sex on their second date (the fact that there even was a first date still astounds her.) Puck had matured quicker than most other boys at that age, and though Santana still wouldn’t say she was attracted to him, she had to admit that he had a nice body, and if it meant the other bitches at her school couldn’t have him, well, she supposed that was enough for the time being. When they got back to his house they had to creep by his mom’s room. Once in Puck’s bedroom, he unbuttoned his pants as well as hers, pulled them down, and pushed into her without prelude. The sex was quick and afterwards Santana looked at the ceiling and wondered just what was wrong with her, because other than hurting, there had been nothing. However, just then, Puck had looked at her, smiled, and made his way down her body before proceeding to go down on her. All of a sudden Santana was writhing and her stomach was clenching as Puck used his mouth to do wonders.
They ended up staying together for the whole year, and to this day, Santana is pretty sure it has been both of their longest relationships. Puck had been the first person Santana had gone to after slushying that girl and she realized the true reason as to why she had always preferred Puck’s mouth to his cock. Crying in his arms, she had refused Puck’s first suggestion of a quickie, and opted instead for his second suggestion: a home cooked meal with his grandma, followed by beers on the hill overlooking the shit town of Caldwell, throwing the bottles at passing cars. When Santana got accepted to college in New York, Puck came as well under the pretense of wanting to start a business, though Santana is sure that it was to look after her.
When Santana discovered she could make out with girls at parties as long as there were enough boys watching, she took full advantage and afterwards she would always counter it by grinding on different boys on the dance floor. However, Santana got sloppy one night and didn’t follow her rules.
She had been in the kitchen of whoever’s house it was that was throwing down, pouring a drink, her liquid confidence, when a girl from the squad came in. Her name was Sarah and Santana had always respected her for doing whatever she wanted, and staying away from the cookie cutter image of what a Cheerio ‘should be’. She had some sort of environmental dreams of how to save the world (recycling and compost in Caldwell, like hell that was ever going to happen.) Not to mention that the girl was damn cute. Whenever Santana saw her outside of Cheerios her dirty blonde hair would be up in a messy ponytail and she would have on some sort of plaid. Sure enough, here she was pouring herself a drink, wearing a fitted pink and brown plaid shirt with the sleeves pushed up past her elbows and short brown shorts, revealing her expanse of tan leg. Santana had then thrown back shot and felt the burn as it traveled down her throat.
Sarah had given Santana a small smile before asking ‘So how are you liking the party Santana?’
‘It’s good,’ Santana had replied noncommittally, while taking a step forward and licking her lips until she was facing Sarah.
Before she knew it, her lips were on the other girl’s (mistake number one, never be the one to initiate it.) They were kissing frantically, desperately. Santana could taste the alcohol on Sarah’s lips as she ran her tongue across them and she knew she must taste the same. Santana’s breathing was shallow as Sarah tangled her hands in Santana’s hair, at the base of her neck, scraping lightly against her skin. Santana’s hands were at Sarah’s waist, slipping slightly beneath her shirt to feel soft, smooth skin. Then Santana heard a noise as some drunken footballer came charging through the room, his shirt off and held, high above his head. He didn’t seem to notice the two girls as he ran by. However, this intrusion made Santana aware of her second mistake: they had been alone, with no one watching…no drunken boys cheering them on. This is where Santana should have stopped, having already broken so many of her own rules. But she didn’t. Drunken make-out sessions were not enough. They had never been enough and she knew it.
Santana experimentally brought her hands higher beneath Sarah’s shirt, whispering ‘Let’s go somewhere else.’ Sarah hadn’t questioned her, only giving her a small nod and a quick, bashful smile.
They had found the laundry room, frantically pulling at each other’s clothing, giggling amidst playful kisses, without the prying eyes of countless others, Santana finally felt free. Then, they were both naked and all laughter had come to an end. Before Santana knew what was happening Sarah had her arms held high over her head, and was pushing two fingers inside of her. When Santana came, silent tears were trickling down her face because she had never felt so fucking good in her life, and part of her, a really large part, had been hoping that she would hate it because it would have made life so much easier. Santana remembers the way Sarah had pulled her against her chest, leaning back against the rumbling laundry machine, and how she had brushed the tears out of her eyes.
The next day, Santana had Sarah kicked off the Cheerios, convinced that people would know what had happened should they see the two interacting. Of course, Santana had overestimated her schoolmates’ powers of observation and weeks went by, and the ache in Santana’s chest remained the only evidence that anything had happened.
Santana held on to her mantra of ‘Just wait until college, just wait until college,’ where she would be away from her so-called friends and family, and the conventional standards that they held for her. Sure enough, upon arriving in New York she had had a magnitude of offers from various girls, though nothing too serious had ever come of it. She would revel in ‘the chase’ but then the second a girl showed any interest in something more, Santana would begin second guessing herself and retreat.
Santana had always found the thought of committing herself to another person to be frightening. But now?
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Santana hadn’t made it far after saying goodbye to Brittany. Five minutes later found her sitting at a small corner table at Social, nursing a beer and staring blankly at a wall.
Puck walked over to her from his place over at the bar, another beer in hand.
“Hey babe, you ok?”
Was she ok? She had just spent the past, who-knows-how-long reminiscing about high school, if that’s not a sign of mental illness then she didn’t know what was.
“I’m pretty bad with relationships.”
“Ha, tell me about it!” Puck said jovially, smacking her on the back.
“Hey now! You’re no better!” Santana said indignantly.
“I never said I was sweetums,” he crooned mockingly.
“Asshole,” Santana muttered before taking another swig of her beer and throwing some peanuts at him that she had found lying in a dish on the table.
After failing at catching the nuts in his mouth, Puck looked at her and asked “Do you want to talk about it?”
“I don’t know…I think I may have met someone,” Santana said slowly.
“Do my ears deceive me? You mean you’re not just here to pick up some random clientele of mine? You want some good ol’ advice from the Puckasaurus?”
“Hardy har har,” Santana said “though now that you mention it, she said she had been here before, since she only lives like ten feet away.”
Puck whipped his head around as though searching for a bedroom that he hadn’t realized existed.
“Not actually, I mean like further down the block.”
“Oh,” he said, realization dawning on his face.
Santana began to explain the day’s events while Puck listened, his mouth hanging slightly open.
“…and here I am” Santana finally said.
“So let me get this straight…” Puck said after Santana finished, “You guys met while she was workin’ the street corner and you gave her some mad cash. Then you met again, later today and she showed you how to get down and dirty.”
“How is it that you manage to turn the most ‘g-rated’ story into something totally profane?” Santana asked incredulously.
“It’s a talent,” Puck said, shrugging.
“So..?” Santana asked, for she would never admit that she genuinely cared about his opinion and valued his advice.
“Stop psyching yourself out dude,” Puck said.
“What are you talking about?”
“I saw you over here, being all brooding, and hot and shit. My guess is you were probably thinking back to those beautiful high school days where you were a total bitch…well, more of a bitch” he amended, before hastily continuing after Santana opened her mouth.
“So what, your track record with girls isn’t too great. So you think you’re cursed with bad karma or whatever, know what’s going to help? Getting some nice, hot ass on a regular bases. She’s obviously in to you, and you’re obviously in to her. That way you also won’t be stealing all my really attractive customers.” Puck added, almost as an afterthought.
Santana gave him a small smile and threw another peanut at him. This time he caught it in his mouth, grinning widely as he chewed up the nut. Getting up, he pointed to his eyes, then to hers.
“Remember, I’m watching you Lopez. If I don’t see you in here with this mysterious hottie in the next couple days, I’m banning your ‘free beer’ privileges.”
“You wouldn’t dare!” Santana shouted after him.
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Brittany had had quite a few relationships in her life, and she looked back on them all fondly.
It didn’t take a whole lot to make her happy. She didn’t need to be dotted upon, though people tended to do it anyways.
Brittany would be perfectly content just strolling around, holding hands and eating ice cream. In fact, whenever it was her turn to suggest dates, that’s often what they would do. Girls or guys, Brittany didn’t change.
Breakups would often be amicable, and to this day some of Brittany’s closest friends are her exes.
Still, Brittany never thought of herself as one of those people who needed a significant other in order to be happy. If she dated someone, it was basically like a friend, but with the added bonus of sexytimes.
Brittany was convinced that she had been in love a total of ten times (the number of all the serious relationships in her life). Well, it was either that or she had never been in love at all, and that was a thought that Brittany really didn’t want to think about.
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Once Brittany got up to her apartment after saying goodbye to Santana, she slowly opened the front door. She heard some noise in the kitchen and upon entering saw Quinn scrubbing some dishes at the sink.
“Hey Quinnie-poo, why are you washing dishes so late?” Brittany asked curiously.
“Oh, hey Britt, I’ve been washing this pan for like the past hour. What were you cooking in it? And why is it green?” Quinn asked.
“Uhhhhh” Brittany said, trying to remember the last time she was in the kitchen. “Oh yeah! I was trying to make Flubber.”
Quinn stared at her blankly.
“Flubber?”
“Yeah, you know, from the movie…with Robin Williams? Man, I love that movie…” Brittany sighed, staring off for a minute. “Anyways, I guess I must have forgotten about it, sorry” Brittany shrugged and went to set her things down at the kitchen table.
“Right, so why are you home so late?” Quinn asked.
Brittany turned around grinning.
“I think I like someone. Well, I know I do.”
“You met someone?!” Quinn asked, squealing.
“Well duh, how could I like them if I hadn’t met them,” Brittany said, laughing and sitting down at the table.
“Right, silly me,” Quinn said as she moved to join Brittany, pouring two glasses of wine. “Please, do tell.”
Brittany wasted no time in telling the story, nearly knocking over the glasses of wine as she made wide, sweeping gestures. Quinn laughed and clapped when Brittany told her how the night ended.
“So basically she gave you a ton of money while you were working the corner, and then you gave her a reward at the end of the night after you guys worked up a sweat…together.”
Brittany blinked.
Quinn looked like she was trying to contain her laughter. Well, either that or she really needed to use the restroom.
“I guess that is what happened,” said Brittany, a little shocked.
“Well, I’m happy for you,” Quinn said, getting up and patting Brittany on the shoulder. “Do you have plans to see her again?”
Brittany frowned. “Dang, I forgot to get her number!”
“I wouldn’t be too worried,” Quinn said yawning, “You know where she works, she knows where you live, and she’s in your dance class. You’re bound to see her soon.”
“Yeah, I guess your right.”
“Ok, I’m off to bed, sleep well,” Quinn said before disappearing into her bedroom.
Due to the fact that Brittany’s room wasn’t an actual bedroom, there was no closet, so she shared with Tina. Originally she had shared with Quinn, but she had ended up taking too many of Quinn’s clothes on accident. She found it much less confusing to find her clothes amongst all Tina’s black, than with Quinn’s pastels.
Grabbing her pajamas from the closet, Brittany went back to her room, staring out at the bright city lights and flopping on her bed, a giant smile on her face.
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The next morning Brittany got up, had breakfast, showered, and prepared for the day. Quinn had left a note saying she had left already to get breakfast with Tina and Mike. As Brittany made her way out the building, she noticed something hanging on the front gate. It looked like a beer coaster.
Upon closer inspection, she saw that is was from Social and there were some words scrawled along the border.
Hey B, it’s Santana. I realized that we didn’t exchange any info last night, so, here’s my number. Call me so that I have yours, and maybe we can get together again.
Brittany’s heart skipped a beat as she snatched the coaster from the gate, determined to save it forever. She immediately dialed the number.
“Hello,” answered a somewhat groggy voice.
“Hi!” Brittany responded cheerfully.
“Um…hi?”
“Hey”
“Who is this?”
“Oh right! It’s Brittany!”
“Brittany?! Oh, hey! I guess this means you got my note!” Santana suddenly sounded a lot more chipper.
“Sure did, thanks! I completely forgot about that and then was really sad for a while when I thought that we wouldn’t be able to hang out for a while, but then I realized I could probably ask your friend at the bar for your number, but then he would probably hit on me. I think this way is easier,” Brittany concluded.
She heard Santana laugh on the other end of the line and her smile widened.
“So what are you up to?” Santana asked.
“Oh, just walking to the bus. You?” Brittany asked.
“Waiting for the bus,” Santana replied.
Just then Brittany rounded the corner and saw Santana waiting at the bus stop. Her bus stop.
“You’re looking cute today,” Brittany said, grinning into the phone.
Santana appeared to take the phone away from her ear and spun around, their eyes meeting.
“Hey there,” Brittany said, attempting to sound casual, though her heart was doing flip-flops as she approached the other woman, putting her phone back in her pocket.
“Hey,” Santana replied, looking stunned.
They stood there looking at each other and for a moment there was silence as both women contemplated what to do. It seemed that they agreed as both leaned in for a hug.
Brittany reveled in the way both their bodies fit together, Santana’s head resting against her shoulder.
“Do you normally take this bus?” Brittany asked, “I’ve never seen you here before.”
“I know, likewise!” Santana exclaimed, “I normally sleep through my alarm and end up getting here way later, but for some reason it actually worked today, I swear, good karma.”
“Totally, it’s probably because you were a gentleman…gentlelady? And walked me home last night,” Brittany explained sagely, “Trust me, I know a lot about this sort of stuff.”
“Do you now?” Santana asked, one eyebrow raised. “Well, how about you explain it to me a little more later over coffee…or something, do you like coffee?”
“Not really,” Brittany said, and Santana’s smile dropped.
“But I love hot chocolate!!” Brittany said quickly, “and I’m pretty sure there are places that have both.”
“Yeah there definitely are,” Santana said, her smile returning, “What are you doing after work?”
“Nothing!”
“Great, want to get drinks then, I can meet you over by your work.”
“Awesometastic” Brittany exclaimed.
Just then the bus pulled up.
“After you,” Santana said, motioning to the open doors.
“Cute,” Brittany said, and Santana lowered her head bashfully. Brittany giggled and grabbed Santana’s hand, pulling her in behind her, and linking their fingers together.
Once they paid their fare, they found seats at the back and sat down, legs pressed flush against each other. Brittany began absentmindedly playing with a band on Santana’s finger and they sat for a few minutes in a comfortable silence.
“I’m glad we met,” Santana said softly.
Brittany turned her head to look at her.
“I am too.”
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Santana had to get off at an earlier stop after making Brittany promise to text her the work address.
Once Brittany got to her stop, she exited the bus with a spring in her step. She entered the small office a few blocks away and noticed almost everyone was there already.
“Brittany!”
Brittany looked around to see who was calling her name. It was Finn.
“Hey, so I’m really looking forward to after work,” Finn said excitedly.
Brittany’s heart dropped, she had completely forgotten.
Before she could say anything Will was motioning for everyone to gather in a circle for morning announcements.
“Hey gang! So it’s another day where we fight the good fight but before we do I want to introduce you to the newest member of our team. This is Sarah, she’s quite the environmentalist and will be helping me direct the office as we get more people in to work for the summer.”
Will stepped to the side to reveal a slim, cute blonde girl, hair up in a messy ponytail, wearing a brown plaid shirt and ripped skinny jeans.
She looks nice, Brittany thought, smiling, as she joined the rest of her co-workers in their chorus of “Hi Sarah!” Now how to deal with this Finn situation…
Rating: R (for now, NC-17 later)
Word Count: 3,337
Summary: AU Brittany meets Santana working on a street corner in Manhattan.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Santana’s first relationship was with a boy name Brad. They were in kindergarten. Santana liked to boss Brad around and the boy would do pretty much anything that Santana asked of him. In her eyes it was the perfect relationship.
Though, looking back on it, she’s pretty sure that’s also when her bad karma started.
It took a while to get over Brad. In fact it wasn’t until seventh grade that Santana was ready to delve back into anything ‘serious.’ At this point Santana was getting an idea of what real relationships were, or, what ‘real’ relationships were expected to be. Girls began wearing makeup, and bras, and the locker room always smelled like burnt hair from various girls’ hair straighteners. Boys and girls began sneaking off behind the bleachers, and it wasn’t just to hold hands. Santana also began to understand how she played in all of this. All the popular girls had boyfriends. Santana needed a boyfriend. So, she dated Alex. He had big lips that were really wet when they kissed and every time she had to hold down the urge to gag. She thought it might get better with practice. It didn’t.
In her freshman year of high school Santana began dating Puck. They had sex on their second date (the fact that there even was a first date still astounds her.) Puck had matured quicker than most other boys at that age, and though Santana still wouldn’t say she was attracted to him, she had to admit that he had a nice body, and if it meant the other bitches at her school couldn’t have him, well, she supposed that was enough for the time being. When they got back to his house they had to creep by his mom’s room. Once in Puck’s bedroom, he unbuttoned his pants as well as hers, pulled them down, and pushed into her without prelude. The sex was quick and afterwards Santana looked at the ceiling and wondered just what was wrong with her, because other than hurting, there had been nothing. However, just then, Puck had looked at her, smiled, and made his way down her body before proceeding to go down on her. All of a sudden Santana was writhing and her stomach was clenching as Puck used his mouth to do wonders.
They ended up staying together for the whole year, and to this day, Santana is pretty sure it has been both of their longest relationships. Puck had been the first person Santana had gone to after slushying that girl and she realized the true reason as to why she had always preferred Puck’s mouth to his cock. Crying in his arms, she had refused Puck’s first suggestion of a quickie, and opted instead for his second suggestion: a home cooked meal with his grandma, followed by beers on the hill overlooking the shit town of Caldwell, throwing the bottles at passing cars. When Santana got accepted to college in New York, Puck came as well under the pretense of wanting to start a business, though Santana is sure that it was to look after her.
When Santana discovered she could make out with girls at parties as long as there were enough boys watching, she took full advantage and afterwards she would always counter it by grinding on different boys on the dance floor. However, Santana got sloppy one night and didn’t follow her rules.
She had been in the kitchen of whoever’s house it was that was throwing down, pouring a drink, her liquid confidence, when a girl from the squad came in. Her name was Sarah and Santana had always respected her for doing whatever she wanted, and staying away from the cookie cutter image of what a Cheerio ‘should be’. She had some sort of environmental dreams of how to save the world (recycling and compost in Caldwell, like hell that was ever going to happen.) Not to mention that the girl was damn cute. Whenever Santana saw her outside of Cheerios her dirty blonde hair would be up in a messy ponytail and she would have on some sort of plaid. Sure enough, here she was pouring herself a drink, wearing a fitted pink and brown plaid shirt with the sleeves pushed up past her elbows and short brown shorts, revealing her expanse of tan leg. Santana had then thrown back shot and felt the burn as it traveled down her throat.
Sarah had given Santana a small smile before asking ‘So how are you liking the party Santana?’
‘It’s good,’ Santana had replied noncommittally, while taking a step forward and licking her lips until she was facing Sarah.
Before she knew it, her lips were on the other girl’s (mistake number one, never be the one to initiate it.) They were kissing frantically, desperately. Santana could taste the alcohol on Sarah’s lips as she ran her tongue across them and she knew she must taste the same. Santana’s breathing was shallow as Sarah tangled her hands in Santana’s hair, at the base of her neck, scraping lightly against her skin. Santana’s hands were at Sarah’s waist, slipping slightly beneath her shirt to feel soft, smooth skin. Then Santana heard a noise as some drunken footballer came charging through the room, his shirt off and held, high above his head. He didn’t seem to notice the two girls as he ran by. However, this intrusion made Santana aware of her second mistake: they had been alone, with no one watching…no drunken boys cheering them on. This is where Santana should have stopped, having already broken so many of her own rules. But she didn’t. Drunken make-out sessions were not enough. They had never been enough and she knew it.
Santana experimentally brought her hands higher beneath Sarah’s shirt, whispering ‘Let’s go somewhere else.’ Sarah hadn’t questioned her, only giving her a small nod and a quick, bashful smile.
They had found the laundry room, frantically pulling at each other’s clothing, giggling amidst playful kisses, without the prying eyes of countless others, Santana finally felt free. Then, they were both naked and all laughter had come to an end. Before Santana knew what was happening Sarah had her arms held high over her head, and was pushing two fingers inside of her. When Santana came, silent tears were trickling down her face because she had never felt so fucking good in her life, and part of her, a really large part, had been hoping that she would hate it because it would have made life so much easier. Santana remembers the way Sarah had pulled her against her chest, leaning back against the rumbling laundry machine, and how she had brushed the tears out of her eyes.
The next day, Santana had Sarah kicked off the Cheerios, convinced that people would know what had happened should they see the two interacting. Of course, Santana had overestimated her schoolmates’ powers of observation and weeks went by, and the ache in Santana’s chest remained the only evidence that anything had happened.
Santana held on to her mantra of ‘Just wait until college, just wait until college,’ where she would be away from her so-called friends and family, and the conventional standards that they held for her. Sure enough, upon arriving in New York she had had a magnitude of offers from various girls, though nothing too serious had ever come of it. She would revel in ‘the chase’ but then the second a girl showed any interest in something more, Santana would begin second guessing herself and retreat.
Santana had always found the thought of committing herself to another person to be frightening. But now?
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Santana hadn’t made it far after saying goodbye to Brittany. Five minutes later found her sitting at a small corner table at Social, nursing a beer and staring blankly at a wall.
Puck walked over to her from his place over at the bar, another beer in hand.
“Hey babe, you ok?”
Was she ok? She had just spent the past, who-knows-how-long reminiscing about high school, if that’s not a sign of mental illness then she didn’t know what was.
“I’m pretty bad with relationships.”
“Ha, tell me about it!” Puck said jovially, smacking her on the back.
“Hey now! You’re no better!” Santana said indignantly.
“I never said I was sweetums,” he crooned mockingly.
“Asshole,” Santana muttered before taking another swig of her beer and throwing some peanuts at him that she had found lying in a dish on the table.
After failing at catching the nuts in his mouth, Puck looked at her and asked “Do you want to talk about it?”
“I don’t know…I think I may have met someone,” Santana said slowly.
“Do my ears deceive me? You mean you’re not just here to pick up some random clientele of mine? You want some good ol’ advice from the Puckasaurus?”
“Hardy har har,” Santana said “though now that you mention it, she said she had been here before, since she only lives like ten feet away.”
Puck whipped his head around as though searching for a bedroom that he hadn’t realized existed.
“Not actually, I mean like further down the block.”
“Oh,” he said, realization dawning on his face.
Santana began to explain the day’s events while Puck listened, his mouth hanging slightly open.
“…and here I am” Santana finally said.
“So let me get this straight…” Puck said after Santana finished, “You guys met while she was workin’ the street corner and you gave her some mad cash. Then you met again, later today and she showed you how to get down and dirty.”
“How is it that you manage to turn the most ‘g-rated’ story into something totally profane?” Santana asked incredulously.
“It’s a talent,” Puck said, shrugging.
“So..?” Santana asked, for she would never admit that she genuinely cared about his opinion and valued his advice.
“Stop psyching yourself out dude,” Puck said.
“What are you talking about?”
“I saw you over here, being all brooding, and hot and shit. My guess is you were probably thinking back to those beautiful high school days where you were a total bitch…well, more of a bitch” he amended, before hastily continuing after Santana opened her mouth.
“So what, your track record with girls isn’t too great. So you think you’re cursed with bad karma or whatever, know what’s going to help? Getting some nice, hot ass on a regular bases. She’s obviously in to you, and you’re obviously in to her. That way you also won’t be stealing all my really attractive customers.” Puck added, almost as an afterthought.
Santana gave him a small smile and threw another peanut at him. This time he caught it in his mouth, grinning widely as he chewed up the nut. Getting up, he pointed to his eyes, then to hers.
“Remember, I’m watching you Lopez. If I don’t see you in here with this mysterious hottie in the next couple days, I’m banning your ‘free beer’ privileges.”
“You wouldn’t dare!” Santana shouted after him.
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Brittany had had quite a few relationships in her life, and she looked back on them all fondly.
It didn’t take a whole lot to make her happy. She didn’t need to be dotted upon, though people tended to do it anyways.
Brittany would be perfectly content just strolling around, holding hands and eating ice cream. In fact, whenever it was her turn to suggest dates, that’s often what they would do. Girls or guys, Brittany didn’t change.
Breakups would often be amicable, and to this day some of Brittany’s closest friends are her exes.
Still, Brittany never thought of herself as one of those people who needed a significant other in order to be happy. If she dated someone, it was basically like a friend, but with the added bonus of sexytimes.
Brittany was convinced that she had been in love a total of ten times (the number of all the serious relationships in her life). Well, it was either that or she had never been in love at all, and that was a thought that Brittany really didn’t want to think about.
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Once Brittany got up to her apartment after saying goodbye to Santana, she slowly opened the front door. She heard some noise in the kitchen and upon entering saw Quinn scrubbing some dishes at the sink.
“Hey Quinnie-poo, why are you washing dishes so late?” Brittany asked curiously.
“Oh, hey Britt, I’ve been washing this pan for like the past hour. What were you cooking in it? And why is it green?” Quinn asked.
“Uhhhhh” Brittany said, trying to remember the last time she was in the kitchen. “Oh yeah! I was trying to make Flubber.”
Quinn stared at her blankly.
“Flubber?”
“Yeah, you know, from the movie…with Robin Williams? Man, I love that movie…” Brittany sighed, staring off for a minute. “Anyways, I guess I must have forgotten about it, sorry” Brittany shrugged and went to set her things down at the kitchen table.
“Right, so why are you home so late?” Quinn asked.
Brittany turned around grinning.
“I think I like someone. Well, I know I do.”
“You met someone?!” Quinn asked, squealing.
“Well duh, how could I like them if I hadn’t met them,” Brittany said, laughing and sitting down at the table.
“Right, silly me,” Quinn said as she moved to join Brittany, pouring two glasses of wine. “Please, do tell.”
Brittany wasted no time in telling the story, nearly knocking over the glasses of wine as she made wide, sweeping gestures. Quinn laughed and clapped when Brittany told her how the night ended.
“So basically she gave you a ton of money while you were working the corner, and then you gave her a reward at the end of the night after you guys worked up a sweat…together.”
Brittany blinked.
Quinn looked like she was trying to contain her laughter. Well, either that or she really needed to use the restroom.
“I guess that is what happened,” said Brittany, a little shocked.
“Well, I’m happy for you,” Quinn said, getting up and patting Brittany on the shoulder. “Do you have plans to see her again?”
Brittany frowned. “Dang, I forgot to get her number!”
“I wouldn’t be too worried,” Quinn said yawning, “You know where she works, she knows where you live, and she’s in your dance class. You’re bound to see her soon.”
“Yeah, I guess your right.”
“Ok, I’m off to bed, sleep well,” Quinn said before disappearing into her bedroom.
Due to the fact that Brittany’s room wasn’t an actual bedroom, there was no closet, so she shared with Tina. Originally she had shared with Quinn, but she had ended up taking too many of Quinn’s clothes on accident. She found it much less confusing to find her clothes amongst all Tina’s black, than with Quinn’s pastels.
Grabbing her pajamas from the closet, Brittany went back to her room, staring out at the bright city lights and flopping on her bed, a giant smile on her face.
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The next morning Brittany got up, had breakfast, showered, and prepared for the day. Quinn had left a note saying she had left already to get breakfast with Tina and Mike. As Brittany made her way out the building, she noticed something hanging on the front gate. It looked like a beer coaster.
Upon closer inspection, she saw that is was from Social and there were some words scrawled along the border.
Hey B, it’s Santana. I realized that we didn’t exchange any info last night, so, here’s my number. Call me so that I have yours, and maybe we can get together again.
Brittany’s heart skipped a beat as she snatched the coaster from the gate, determined to save it forever. She immediately dialed the number.
“Hello,” answered a somewhat groggy voice.
“Hi!” Brittany responded cheerfully.
“Um…hi?”
“Hey”
“Who is this?”
“Oh right! It’s Brittany!”
“Brittany?! Oh, hey! I guess this means you got my note!” Santana suddenly sounded a lot more chipper.
“Sure did, thanks! I completely forgot about that and then was really sad for a while when I thought that we wouldn’t be able to hang out for a while, but then I realized I could probably ask your friend at the bar for your number, but then he would probably hit on me. I think this way is easier,” Brittany concluded.
She heard Santana laugh on the other end of the line and her smile widened.
“So what are you up to?” Santana asked.
“Oh, just walking to the bus. You?” Brittany asked.
“Waiting for the bus,” Santana replied.
Just then Brittany rounded the corner and saw Santana waiting at the bus stop. Her bus stop.
“You’re looking cute today,” Brittany said, grinning into the phone.
Santana appeared to take the phone away from her ear and spun around, their eyes meeting.
“Hey there,” Brittany said, attempting to sound casual, though her heart was doing flip-flops as she approached the other woman, putting her phone back in her pocket.
“Hey,” Santana replied, looking stunned.
They stood there looking at each other and for a moment there was silence as both women contemplated what to do. It seemed that they agreed as both leaned in for a hug.
Brittany reveled in the way both their bodies fit together, Santana’s head resting against her shoulder.
“Do you normally take this bus?” Brittany asked, “I’ve never seen you here before.”
“I know, likewise!” Santana exclaimed, “I normally sleep through my alarm and end up getting here way later, but for some reason it actually worked today, I swear, good karma.”
“Totally, it’s probably because you were a gentleman…gentlelady? And walked me home last night,” Brittany explained sagely, “Trust me, I know a lot about this sort of stuff.”
“Do you now?” Santana asked, one eyebrow raised. “Well, how about you explain it to me a little more later over coffee…or something, do you like coffee?”
“Not really,” Brittany said, and Santana’s smile dropped.
“But I love hot chocolate!!” Brittany said quickly, “and I’m pretty sure there are places that have both.”
“Yeah there definitely are,” Santana said, her smile returning, “What are you doing after work?”
“Nothing!”
“Great, want to get drinks then, I can meet you over by your work.”
“Awesometastic” Brittany exclaimed.
Just then the bus pulled up.
“After you,” Santana said, motioning to the open doors.
“Cute,” Brittany said, and Santana lowered her head bashfully. Brittany giggled and grabbed Santana’s hand, pulling her in behind her, and linking their fingers together.
Once they paid their fare, they found seats at the back and sat down, legs pressed flush against each other. Brittany began absentmindedly playing with a band on Santana’s finger and they sat for a few minutes in a comfortable silence.
“I’m glad we met,” Santana said softly.
Brittany turned her head to look at her.
“I am too.”
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Santana had to get off at an earlier stop after making Brittany promise to text her the work address.
Once Brittany got to her stop, she exited the bus with a spring in her step. She entered the small office a few blocks away and noticed almost everyone was there already.
“Brittany!”
Brittany looked around to see who was calling her name. It was Finn.
“Hey, so I’m really looking forward to after work,” Finn said excitedly.
Brittany’s heart dropped, she had completely forgotten.
Before she could say anything Will was motioning for everyone to gather in a circle for morning announcements.
“Hey gang! So it’s another day where we fight the good fight but before we do I want to introduce you to the newest member of our team. This is Sarah, she’s quite the environmentalist and will be helping me direct the office as we get more people in to work for the summer.”
Will stepped to the side to reveal a slim, cute blonde girl, hair up in a messy ponytail, wearing a brown plaid shirt and ripped skinny jeans.
She looks nice, Brittany thought, smiling, as she joined the rest of her co-workers in their chorus of “Hi Sarah!” Now how to deal with this Finn situation…