Elevator 1/?
Title: Elevator
Pairing: Santana/Brittany, Quinn/Rachel
Rating: PG-13 (Because...Santana is in this....sooo, yeah)
Summary: Santana meets Quinn's cousin, Brittany, and one night turns into a future.
Spoilers: None. AU.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Ryan Murphy owns them. I weep.
AN: My first try at this...all mistakes are mine.
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Santana had been sitting in the same position for the past two hours, not even her bladder was interfering with the seriousness of this moment. Her phone was off, all her blinds were closed, and more often than not she found herself having trouble breathing. Friday was her new favorite day.
This was her night. Her guilty pleasure. Her turn to finally catch the last three episodes of Hoarders that she recorded on her DVR. Work and a social life were interfering with her TV schedule and she finally had the chance tonight to put on her Spongebob pajamas and open a bottle of wine.
Quinn and her cousin from out of town can officially suck it, a trip to the airport was not going to delay this party of one any longer.
“Oh Richard, give up the lamp! Give up the lamp Richard!” The half empty wine bottle probably gave Santana an answer as to why shouting at her TV was strangely feeling normal at this point but she still found herself giggling at the ridiculousness of her life at the moment.
Suddenly things got real. Too real. Someone rang her doorbell. She quickly grabbed the remote and paused the DVR, her breath getting caught in her chest. Don’t make any sudden movements when attempting to survey a situation, rule number six of being a ninja.
It rang again. Well, if she can’t see them then they can’t see her so as long as she didn’t attempt to be nosy then she could return to her show.
“Walk away,” she whispered, her focus on the door behind her. A few seconds later she smiled, doorbell ringing was over. She turned back to the TV and grabbed the remote, no more interruptions. Richard and his lamp were once again the main focus of her life.
“Santana!”
“Noooooooooooooooo! No! Go home Quinn! Turn around and go home!” Santana yelled, waving Quinn off without turning her head or pushing pause. “Before you go, leave the key I gave you on the kitchen counter. You broke my rule of coming in unannounced,” she said taking a sip of her wine.
“I rang the doorbell, twice!”
“I ignored you, twice. Clearly I wasn’t home, why would you accept that as an invitation to come inside?”
“Santana!” She let out a heavy breath and pushed pause. Quinn was clearly here to stay.
“Alright, I’ll play this game. Hey Quinn nice to-” Her sentence was cut short once she turned her head in her friend’s direction and saw more company, this time in the form of a tall blonde girl with piercing blue eyes. Spongebob was the worst idea ever. Even worse than giving Quinn a key.
“Santana, this is my cousin, Brittany. Brittany, this is Santana,” Quinn said pointing to each of the girls.
“Hi.” Brittany flashed a hypnotizing smile at Santana and she could swear her heart began to hum the wedding march. Her heart. She wasn’t even sure it was still beating but yet she was positive it was humming.
“Um, h-hey. So, uh, Quinn can I talk to you, in the kitchen?” She smiled and followed Santana out of the living room.
“Brittany just take a seat, we won’t be long,” Quinn said before disappearing into the kitchen. Once Quinn was all the way out of Brittany’s view Santana pulled her to the side and furrowed her brows.
“What the fuck Fabray? It’s not bad enough you bust in here like you pay rent but you bring other people?” She hissed. Quinn pulled her arm out of Santana’s grip and rolled her eyes.
“I just wanted to see how things were going with that big project you had to do for work, you know, the one that kept you from being able to come to the airport with me.” Oh Quinn was good, real good, but Santana had yet to meet a lie she didn’t stand 100 percent behind.
“I finished just before you busted through the door. Seriously Quinn you should have warned me or something, look at how I’m dressed!” She stepped back to allow her friend to see the ridiculousness that was her outfit at the moment. “I hope your face explodes,” she said, seeing Quinn trying desperately to suppress her laughter. It didn’t work, of course. Less than two seconds later Santana felt Quinn’s laughter. “Oh, gross Fabray! Jesus! You spit all over me!”
“I’m not even sorry, look at you! Look at your Friday night! I have to tell Rachel about this,” Quinn said, reaching into her purse. Santana suddenly became the Hulk. With one swift motion she had Quinn’s purse in her hand and held it out of the other girl’s reach. “Give it back!”
“You tell anyone, especially Berry, and I will personally see to it that your life ends in a painful way. You don’t see me blabbing about your strange fascination for eating baby food in the middle of the night,” she said staring at her friend.
“It’s not my fault, I really like the applesauce!”
“Blabbity blabbity blah, that’s what I hear. Now, take yourself out of my apartment and we’ll forget this night ever happened. Your girlfriend will never know about your dislike for food that has to be chewed.”
“Oh my goodness Richard! Give up the stupid lamp!” Both heads turned towards the voice coming from the other room. Santana’s eyes grew wide while Quinn just had a look of puzzlement on her face.
“What is she doing?” Quinn asked.
“Stealing my heart,” Santana stated, leaving Quinn behind and walking into the living room. Brittany was sitting in Santana’s previous spot on the couch, drinking out of Santana’s cup, and using Santana’s blanket to cover the lower half of her body. Not only was she stealing her heart, she was stealing Santana’s everything.
“Brittany, what are you watching?” The blonde focused her attention away from the TV and saw the other two standing behind her now. She found the remote and pushed pause before setting the glass down on the coffee table and standing up.
“Oh, I got bored just sitting here and the remote was right there so I decided to see what was on TV. Did you know you could pause this? It’s like magic Quinn!” Santana slowly turned her head to look at her friend. Magic? Quinn clearly knew the attention would fall on her because her hand went up right in front of Santana’s face.
“Just don’t, “ she said shaking her head. “Come on Britt, let’s leave Santana to her exciting life.”
“Aw, but I wanna see what happens! Can’t we just stay a little longer?”
“Santana has made it clear that we can’t.” Suddenly Santana felt blue eyes staring right at her. She made the stupidest mistake ever; she locked her own eyes with them. All prior thoughts of sitting on the couch alone left her.
“I said you had to go Quinn, she can stay.” She tried to play it cool but when she almost tripped over her own feet on her way to the couch and found herself being held up by a strong but gentle grip, she felt her palm trying to make contact with her face. Always the smooth one. Never.
“If I go she goes, she’s staying with me,” Quinn pointed out.
“She can stay here if she wants. It’s not like I don’t have space. Plus at your house she’s got to put up with your dog and she’s always barking.”
“You didn’t tell me you have a dog! What’s her name?” Brittany asked with excitement, even thought the look on Quinn’s face was indicating there really was no dog.
“Her name is Rachel,” Santana said with a loud laugh before taking her previous seat.
“Aw, your girlfriend and your dog have the same name? That’s super cute, but how do they like, know who you’re talking to?”
“I don’t have a dog Brittany, Santana was just trying to be funny,” Quinn said, rolling her eyes.
“Oh. Well, can I stay here or not? I really want to watch the show, Richard is having a really hard time Quinn, and he cannot get rid of his lamp. I’ll come to your house tomorrow morning. I can take a Taxi. Please!” Santana suddenly found the whole situation odd. Why did she even offer her spare room to a girl she knows only three things about? Her name is Brittany, her cousin is Quinn, and she’s the most beautiful thing Santana has ever seen.
“Fine, just stay and watch this stupid show but you’re not taking a Taxi tomorrow, Santana will drive you and we’ll have breakfast at my house. Do I make myself clear?”
“Use my door Quinn, use it and stop blabbing. We’ll be there tomorrow bright and early and we’ll all have breakfast together and I’ll smile at all the ridiculous shit Berry says and it’ll all be rainbows and sunshine. Now get out,” Santana said waving her friend away once again.
“If anything happens to my cousin Santana...”
“I can’t get in that much trouble Quinn! I’ll be sleeping!” Brittany said laughing lightly at her cousin’s over protective nature and taking a seat next to Santana. “I’ll be fine.”
“Okay, I’m going. Call me if you need anything Brittany, doesn’t matter what time it is.”
“Go Fabray! Go! Do not pass Go and do not collect 200 dollars! Just go straight to the jail you call home,” Santana said putting her show back on and turning the volume up. She heard the door close behind her and smiled.
“Do you think he’s going to cry? I think he’s going to cry.” Oh yeah, she had a guest now. How does she keep forgetting? It’s like this was natural or something. All that home training she got from her mother and yet the first chance she gets she invites a stranger to spend the night. Maybe it wasn’t her greatest idea in life; she could see why someone would find flaws in her decision. “He’s crying! I told you!” Suddenly her body jerked back and forth, Brittany grabbing her shoulders and shaking her around.
“Of course he cried, he’s been hanging on to the damn thing since the beginning of the episode. You should have seen earlier when he had to sort through his old jean collection, it was like it started raining from his eyes.”
“That can’t happen, can it? You can’t have rain coming from your eyes,” Brittany said, facing Santana. She found herself making that same mistake again, locking eyes with the blonde.
“Um, no, it can’t happen. I was just emphasizing my point. You know what? Nevermind, let’s just watch the rest of this.”
“Okay,” Brittany replied with a shrug. “I like your outfit by the way, I have one like that back home but I only wear it when I’m alone. You’re brave to wear it when other people are here, I’d be way too embarrassed.” Oh God, the outfit, Santana thought.
This was definitely becoming the worst night of her life. That damn key, she should have known. She was warned by all her friends. Quinn would find a way to pay her back for all the bad shit she’s done to her and she finally did it. Touché Quinn. Touché.
“I wasn’t expecting company,” she replied, trying not to sound too bothered by the situation.
“Oh. Sorry.” Brittany turned her attention back to the TV and Santana literally felt her brain karate chop itself.
“I mean, it doesn’t bother me, I just wasn’t expecting anyone.” Digging herself out of this hole was going to be difficult. “So, how long are you staying here?”
“Um, I leave tomorrow morning, remember? Breakfast at Quinn’s house.”
Adorable. That’s all Santana could think of with every new blooper that left Brittany’s mouth. “No, I mean how long are you staying in Los Angeles?”
“Oh! Three weeks, I’m here to look for an apartment. My friend from college just opened up his own dance studio and he wants me to work there. It’s better than being stuck in Ohio.”
“You dance?” UNF! UNF! UNF! It was becoming increasingly difficult for Santana to not want to offer her own bed to the girl. The dancer.
“I’ve danced my whole life. It’s the one thing I’m good at. It’s what made Quinn work harder than everyone else when we were younger, she said she wanted me to live out my dream and she was going to do everything she could to let me get my shot. I guess she wasn’t lying, huh?” Quinn, fucking Quinn Fabray, of course! If there was one thing Santana loved about her best friend it was the fact that she was always doing things for others. She wanted to help. Hell, she’s the reason Santana was able to get her job and afford this apartment.
“That’s Quinn alright.”
“Yeah. How did you meet her?”
“Pure luck, she was standing in front of me at orientation while we waited to check in and the wait was seriously half an hour long, so we had plenty of time to discuss the stupid situation we were in. We exchanged numbers and then I got bored on campus one day while waiting for my next class and I sent her a text. We met up for lunch the next day and here we are now,” Santana said shrugging her shoulders.
“You guys were totally meant to be friends. Do you also like girls?”
“Yeah, I guess that also had something to do with us clicking so well, we had a lot in common. What’s your situation?”
“Oh I don’t have one,” she replied, causing Santana to tilt her head and slant her eyes. This was going to be an interesting night. Long, but definitely interesting.
“I mean who do you like? Guys or girls?” Suddenly the wheels started to click in the blonde’s head, Santana could tell by the way her eyes got brighter. Or maybe she was just seeing things. Eyes can’t just get brighter by a simple thought, can they?
“I like whoever makes me happy. Right now, I like you.”
“Me? You like me?” Impossible. That was how this whole moment could be explained. Simply impossible. There was no way Santana had this much luck.
“Of course I do, why do you think I wanted to stay so badly? Quinn can have her fun with her dog and girlfriend, I want to have fun here.”
“Um, you know Quinn really doesn’t have a dog.”
“Oh no, what happened to it?” This was the worst thing Santana could do, change the subject. She should have just laughed at Brittany’s comment and kept their conversation going. But no, here they were, discussing what happened to the dog Quinn never had. Smooth move.
“It, you know what Brittany? You should ask Quinn tomorrow, I wouldn’t feel right telling you the story. It’s something she should do.”
“If you say so, but, um, the show is over,” she said, causing Santana to direct her attention towards the TV. Sure enough there was a menu on her screen asking her if she wanted to keep or delete the program. Keep. This would be viewed again, this time properly.
“So, are you tired from the plane ride?” She asked looking back at Brittany, who at this point had picked up Santana’s wine glass again and was drinking a nice amount at a time.
“Nope. I slept the whole way here. This is really good wine by the way, do you have more?”
“Right in front of you,” Santana said, pointing to the bottle that sat in front of them.
“I can see that. I mean in your kitchen, duh,” Brittany responded with a laugh. Something felt off about the situation so Santana reached forward to grab her cell phone off the table.
“Yeah, I do.” Silence filled the room as Santana pushed Send on her screen, fidgeting as she waited for the response to come through. As silent as it was though, it wasn’t uncomfortable. Santana actually found herself enjoying sitting there with the dancer. Dancer. There’s that image again.
“Your eyes turned really weird right there, how did you do that? They got all dark and stuff, it looked so hot,” Brittany said, catching Santana’s attention once again.
“I, um, I just, I think I’m tired and when I’m tired that happens so, I guess I just, yeah. What was the question?” Brittany let out a giggle and slapped Santana’s arm lightly. So soft. So gentle. So hot. So very hot. And she’s a dancer. A hot dancer. A hot blonde dancer. Seriously, what was the question?
“You can go to sleep if you want, I won’t mind. I’ll just watch TV,” Brittany said with a smile. Before Santana could make a fool of herself once again, she felt her phone vibrate in her hand. She quickly put in her password and scrolled to her text messages.
Quinn Fabray.
‘Super lightweight. One glass and she’s done. Don’t get my cousin drunk!’
Her eyes shifted to Brittany leaning forward and pouring herself another glass of wine. Quinn’s going to be upset, but then again, Quinn is usually always upset so it probably wouldn’t be a deal breaker in their friendship or anything.
“It’s okay, I wouldn’t be able to fall asleep anyways. I usually watch TV and fall asleep out here and then go to my bed sometime in the middle of the night when I wake up,” Santana said, shifting her legs to put them under her. Winter was approaching and Brittany was hogging the blanket.
“Oh, well, we could just watch TV together then and talk if you want. This is really good wine.” Oh yeah, Quinn was definitely going to scold her tomorrow. “By the way I really like your apartment. I’m gonna look for one just like this.”
“It’s nothing too special, I’m sure you’ll find one similar to it. I could, you know, help you out if you want. I don’t work the whole day all the time, I wouldn’t mind helping you out when I finish early.”
“Really? That would be awesome! No, you know what? You’re awesome!” Before she could attempt a response, her body went backwards as Brittany’s whole weight toppled onto her.
“How much did you drink?” Santana asked while removing some of Brittany’s hair from her mouth.
“Well, when you and Quinn left to argue I drank the cup on the table. Then I put more so you wouldn’t know, but then I just kept drinking. And I’m still drinking. How much did I drink?”
“Enough. Ugh, come on, let’s get you up.” She lightly pushed Brittany off of her and then got herself back into sitting position. “Okay, now, TV or bed?” She saw a sudden change in Brittany’s whole demeanor.
“We just met Santana! You’re really pretty and I’m sure we’d have really good sex but maybe we should wait a while.”
“Whoa! No. No! Well, I don’t mean no like not ever but no like, not what I meant. You’d go into bed alone to sleep, not with me to do anything.” Brittany plastered a smile back on her face and nodded.
“Okay! I want to go to bed, but not with you. Not now. Maybe later.” Santana stood up and held her hand out for Brittany to take. It was not going to do either of them any good to continue this conversation. One of them was a little worse for the wear. “Are we going to bed?” Brittany asked as she found her footing.
“Mhm, let’s go get you something to sleep in and then we’ll get you settled under the covers.”
“I bet your room is really pretty, are we going to your room?”
“Yup. A couple more steps this way,” Santana said, leading Brittany through the doorway. She slowly let go of the other girl’s hand and let her stumble around while she went to find a pair of comfortable sweatpants and a shirt for her to sleep in.
“Your room is pretty, I was right.” Santana turned her head from her dresser drawer just in time to see Brittany lay on top of the covers with a smile on her face. “Your bed is super comfortable too. I love everything about this place.”
“Here we go, pants and a shirt,” Santana said throwing the clothes by Brittany’s head. The other girl just smiled at her and shook her head. “What?”
“I don’t need clothes to sleep in. I’m fine.”
“You could have said that before we walked in here. Come on, let’s get you into your room for the night.” Brittany mumbled something and rolled over onto her stomach, pressing her face into a pillow.
“I wanted to see your room. And your bed.” Pretty girl in my bed, Santana thought. Things could be worse. Rachel Berry could be in her bed. Seriously, how does Quinn do it?
Why was she even thinking of Rachel Berry at the moment? Wrong fucking thing to do when there’s a pretty girl in your bed, Santana. Oh, not just a pretty girl though. A dancer.
“Brittany, do you want to sleep in here tonight?” She should have asked her in the first place; this clearly would have gone faster if that happened. Remembering that breakfast was mandatory in the morning suddenly made her extremely tired. She just wanted to find out which bed she was sleeping in tonight.
“No! Not tonight. No. Remember? No. Come on Santy show me to my bed. I’m tired.”
Easier said than done. When you’re smaller than the person that is currently drunk and needs assistance, it makes everything harder. It took Santana a whole fifteen minutes to walk Brittany to the other end of the apartment and lower her onto her bed for the night.
By the time she made it back to her own bed she simply let sleep take over, but not before switching her own pillow with the one Brittany had laid on earlier.
Pairing: Santana/Brittany, Quinn/Rachel
Rating: PG-13 (Because...Santana is in this....sooo, yeah)
Summary: Santana meets Quinn's cousin, Brittany, and one night turns into a future.
Spoilers: None. AU.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Ryan Murphy owns them. I weep.
AN: My first try at this...all mistakes are mine.
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Santana had been sitting in the same position for the past two hours, not even her bladder was interfering with the seriousness of this moment. Her phone was off, all her blinds were closed, and more often than not she found herself having trouble breathing. Friday was her new favorite day.
This was her night. Her guilty pleasure. Her turn to finally catch the last three episodes of Hoarders that she recorded on her DVR. Work and a social life were interfering with her TV schedule and she finally had the chance tonight to put on her Spongebob pajamas and open a bottle of wine.
Quinn and her cousin from out of town can officially suck it, a trip to the airport was not going to delay this party of one any longer.
“Oh Richard, give up the lamp! Give up the lamp Richard!” The half empty wine bottle probably gave Santana an answer as to why shouting at her TV was strangely feeling normal at this point but she still found herself giggling at the ridiculousness of her life at the moment.
Suddenly things got real. Too real. Someone rang her doorbell. She quickly grabbed the remote and paused the DVR, her breath getting caught in her chest. Don’t make any sudden movements when attempting to survey a situation, rule number six of being a ninja.
It rang again. Well, if she can’t see them then they can’t see her so as long as she didn’t attempt to be nosy then she could return to her show.
“Walk away,” she whispered, her focus on the door behind her. A few seconds later she smiled, doorbell ringing was over. She turned back to the TV and grabbed the remote, no more interruptions. Richard and his lamp were once again the main focus of her life.
“Santana!”
“Noooooooooooooooo! No! Go home Quinn! Turn around and go home!” Santana yelled, waving Quinn off without turning her head or pushing pause. “Before you go, leave the key I gave you on the kitchen counter. You broke my rule of coming in unannounced,” she said taking a sip of her wine.
“I rang the doorbell, twice!”
“I ignored you, twice. Clearly I wasn’t home, why would you accept that as an invitation to come inside?”
“Santana!” She let out a heavy breath and pushed pause. Quinn was clearly here to stay.
“Alright, I’ll play this game. Hey Quinn nice to-” Her sentence was cut short once she turned her head in her friend’s direction and saw more company, this time in the form of a tall blonde girl with piercing blue eyes. Spongebob was the worst idea ever. Even worse than giving Quinn a key.
“Santana, this is my cousin, Brittany. Brittany, this is Santana,” Quinn said pointing to each of the girls.
“Hi.” Brittany flashed a hypnotizing smile at Santana and she could swear her heart began to hum the wedding march. Her heart. She wasn’t even sure it was still beating but yet she was positive it was humming.
“Um, h-hey. So, uh, Quinn can I talk to you, in the kitchen?” She smiled and followed Santana out of the living room.
“Brittany just take a seat, we won’t be long,” Quinn said before disappearing into the kitchen. Once Quinn was all the way out of Brittany’s view Santana pulled her to the side and furrowed her brows.
“What the fuck Fabray? It’s not bad enough you bust in here like you pay rent but you bring other people?” She hissed. Quinn pulled her arm out of Santana’s grip and rolled her eyes.
“I just wanted to see how things were going with that big project you had to do for work, you know, the one that kept you from being able to come to the airport with me.” Oh Quinn was good, real good, but Santana had yet to meet a lie she didn’t stand 100 percent behind.
“I finished just before you busted through the door. Seriously Quinn you should have warned me or something, look at how I’m dressed!” She stepped back to allow her friend to see the ridiculousness that was her outfit at the moment. “I hope your face explodes,” she said, seeing Quinn trying desperately to suppress her laughter. It didn’t work, of course. Less than two seconds later Santana felt Quinn’s laughter. “Oh, gross Fabray! Jesus! You spit all over me!”
“I’m not even sorry, look at you! Look at your Friday night! I have to tell Rachel about this,” Quinn said, reaching into her purse. Santana suddenly became the Hulk. With one swift motion she had Quinn’s purse in her hand and held it out of the other girl’s reach. “Give it back!”
“You tell anyone, especially Berry, and I will personally see to it that your life ends in a painful way. You don’t see me blabbing about your strange fascination for eating baby food in the middle of the night,” she said staring at her friend.
“It’s not my fault, I really like the applesauce!”
“Blabbity blabbity blah, that’s what I hear. Now, take yourself out of my apartment and we’ll forget this night ever happened. Your girlfriend will never know about your dislike for food that has to be chewed.”
“Oh my goodness Richard! Give up the stupid lamp!” Both heads turned towards the voice coming from the other room. Santana’s eyes grew wide while Quinn just had a look of puzzlement on her face.
“What is she doing?” Quinn asked.
“Stealing my heart,” Santana stated, leaving Quinn behind and walking into the living room. Brittany was sitting in Santana’s previous spot on the couch, drinking out of Santana’s cup, and using Santana’s blanket to cover the lower half of her body. Not only was she stealing her heart, she was stealing Santana’s everything.
“Brittany, what are you watching?” The blonde focused her attention away from the TV and saw the other two standing behind her now. She found the remote and pushed pause before setting the glass down on the coffee table and standing up.
“Oh, I got bored just sitting here and the remote was right there so I decided to see what was on TV. Did you know you could pause this? It’s like magic Quinn!” Santana slowly turned her head to look at her friend. Magic? Quinn clearly knew the attention would fall on her because her hand went up right in front of Santana’s face.
“Just don’t, “ she said shaking her head. “Come on Britt, let’s leave Santana to her exciting life.”
“Aw, but I wanna see what happens! Can’t we just stay a little longer?”
“Santana has made it clear that we can’t.” Suddenly Santana felt blue eyes staring right at her. She made the stupidest mistake ever; she locked her own eyes with them. All prior thoughts of sitting on the couch alone left her.
“I said you had to go Quinn, she can stay.” She tried to play it cool but when she almost tripped over her own feet on her way to the couch and found herself being held up by a strong but gentle grip, she felt her palm trying to make contact with her face. Always the smooth one. Never.
“If I go she goes, she’s staying with me,” Quinn pointed out.
“She can stay here if she wants. It’s not like I don’t have space. Plus at your house she’s got to put up with your dog and she’s always barking.”
“You didn’t tell me you have a dog! What’s her name?” Brittany asked with excitement, even thought the look on Quinn’s face was indicating there really was no dog.
“Her name is Rachel,” Santana said with a loud laugh before taking her previous seat.
“Aw, your girlfriend and your dog have the same name? That’s super cute, but how do they like, know who you’re talking to?”
“I don’t have a dog Brittany, Santana was just trying to be funny,” Quinn said, rolling her eyes.
“Oh. Well, can I stay here or not? I really want to watch the show, Richard is having a really hard time Quinn, and he cannot get rid of his lamp. I’ll come to your house tomorrow morning. I can take a Taxi. Please!” Santana suddenly found the whole situation odd. Why did she even offer her spare room to a girl she knows only three things about? Her name is Brittany, her cousin is Quinn, and she’s the most beautiful thing Santana has ever seen.
“Fine, just stay and watch this stupid show but you’re not taking a Taxi tomorrow, Santana will drive you and we’ll have breakfast at my house. Do I make myself clear?”
“Use my door Quinn, use it and stop blabbing. We’ll be there tomorrow bright and early and we’ll all have breakfast together and I’ll smile at all the ridiculous shit Berry says and it’ll all be rainbows and sunshine. Now get out,” Santana said waving her friend away once again.
“If anything happens to my cousin Santana...”
“I can’t get in that much trouble Quinn! I’ll be sleeping!” Brittany said laughing lightly at her cousin’s over protective nature and taking a seat next to Santana. “I’ll be fine.”
“Okay, I’m going. Call me if you need anything Brittany, doesn’t matter what time it is.”
“Go Fabray! Go! Do not pass Go and do not collect 200 dollars! Just go straight to the jail you call home,” Santana said putting her show back on and turning the volume up. She heard the door close behind her and smiled.
“Do you think he’s going to cry? I think he’s going to cry.” Oh yeah, she had a guest now. How does she keep forgetting? It’s like this was natural or something. All that home training she got from her mother and yet the first chance she gets she invites a stranger to spend the night. Maybe it wasn’t her greatest idea in life; she could see why someone would find flaws in her decision. “He’s crying! I told you!” Suddenly her body jerked back and forth, Brittany grabbing her shoulders and shaking her around.
“Of course he cried, he’s been hanging on to the damn thing since the beginning of the episode. You should have seen earlier when he had to sort through his old jean collection, it was like it started raining from his eyes.”
“That can’t happen, can it? You can’t have rain coming from your eyes,” Brittany said, facing Santana. She found herself making that same mistake again, locking eyes with the blonde.
“Um, no, it can’t happen. I was just emphasizing my point. You know what? Nevermind, let’s just watch the rest of this.”
“Okay,” Brittany replied with a shrug. “I like your outfit by the way, I have one like that back home but I only wear it when I’m alone. You’re brave to wear it when other people are here, I’d be way too embarrassed.” Oh God, the outfit, Santana thought.
This was definitely becoming the worst night of her life. That damn key, she should have known. She was warned by all her friends. Quinn would find a way to pay her back for all the bad shit she’s done to her and she finally did it. Touché Quinn. Touché.
“I wasn’t expecting company,” she replied, trying not to sound too bothered by the situation.
“Oh. Sorry.” Brittany turned her attention back to the TV and Santana literally felt her brain karate chop itself.
“I mean, it doesn’t bother me, I just wasn’t expecting anyone.” Digging herself out of this hole was going to be difficult. “So, how long are you staying here?”
“Um, I leave tomorrow morning, remember? Breakfast at Quinn’s house.”
Adorable. That’s all Santana could think of with every new blooper that left Brittany’s mouth. “No, I mean how long are you staying in Los Angeles?”
“Oh! Three weeks, I’m here to look for an apartment. My friend from college just opened up his own dance studio and he wants me to work there. It’s better than being stuck in Ohio.”
“You dance?” UNF! UNF! UNF! It was becoming increasingly difficult for Santana to not want to offer her own bed to the girl. The dancer.
“I’ve danced my whole life. It’s the one thing I’m good at. It’s what made Quinn work harder than everyone else when we were younger, she said she wanted me to live out my dream and she was going to do everything she could to let me get my shot. I guess she wasn’t lying, huh?” Quinn, fucking Quinn Fabray, of course! If there was one thing Santana loved about her best friend it was the fact that she was always doing things for others. She wanted to help. Hell, she’s the reason Santana was able to get her job and afford this apartment.
“That’s Quinn alright.”
“Yeah. How did you meet her?”
“Pure luck, she was standing in front of me at orientation while we waited to check in and the wait was seriously half an hour long, so we had plenty of time to discuss the stupid situation we were in. We exchanged numbers and then I got bored on campus one day while waiting for my next class and I sent her a text. We met up for lunch the next day and here we are now,” Santana said shrugging her shoulders.
“You guys were totally meant to be friends. Do you also like girls?”
“Yeah, I guess that also had something to do with us clicking so well, we had a lot in common. What’s your situation?”
“Oh I don’t have one,” she replied, causing Santana to tilt her head and slant her eyes. This was going to be an interesting night. Long, but definitely interesting.
“I mean who do you like? Guys or girls?” Suddenly the wheels started to click in the blonde’s head, Santana could tell by the way her eyes got brighter. Or maybe she was just seeing things. Eyes can’t just get brighter by a simple thought, can they?
“I like whoever makes me happy. Right now, I like you.”
“Me? You like me?” Impossible. That was how this whole moment could be explained. Simply impossible. There was no way Santana had this much luck.
“Of course I do, why do you think I wanted to stay so badly? Quinn can have her fun with her dog and girlfriend, I want to have fun here.”
“Um, you know Quinn really doesn’t have a dog.”
“Oh no, what happened to it?” This was the worst thing Santana could do, change the subject. She should have just laughed at Brittany’s comment and kept their conversation going. But no, here they were, discussing what happened to the dog Quinn never had. Smooth move.
“It, you know what Brittany? You should ask Quinn tomorrow, I wouldn’t feel right telling you the story. It’s something she should do.”
“If you say so, but, um, the show is over,” she said, causing Santana to direct her attention towards the TV. Sure enough there was a menu on her screen asking her if she wanted to keep or delete the program. Keep. This would be viewed again, this time properly.
“So, are you tired from the plane ride?” She asked looking back at Brittany, who at this point had picked up Santana’s wine glass again and was drinking a nice amount at a time.
“Nope. I slept the whole way here. This is really good wine by the way, do you have more?”
“Right in front of you,” Santana said, pointing to the bottle that sat in front of them.
“I can see that. I mean in your kitchen, duh,” Brittany responded with a laugh. Something felt off about the situation so Santana reached forward to grab her cell phone off the table.
“Yeah, I do.” Silence filled the room as Santana pushed Send on her screen, fidgeting as she waited for the response to come through. As silent as it was though, it wasn’t uncomfortable. Santana actually found herself enjoying sitting there with the dancer. Dancer. There’s that image again.
“Your eyes turned really weird right there, how did you do that? They got all dark and stuff, it looked so hot,” Brittany said, catching Santana’s attention once again.
“I, um, I just, I think I’m tired and when I’m tired that happens so, I guess I just, yeah. What was the question?” Brittany let out a giggle and slapped Santana’s arm lightly. So soft. So gentle. So hot. So very hot. And she’s a dancer. A hot dancer. A hot blonde dancer. Seriously, what was the question?
“You can go to sleep if you want, I won’t mind. I’ll just watch TV,” Brittany said with a smile. Before Santana could make a fool of herself once again, she felt her phone vibrate in her hand. She quickly put in her password and scrolled to her text messages.
Quinn Fabray.
‘Super lightweight. One glass and she’s done. Don’t get my cousin drunk!’
Her eyes shifted to Brittany leaning forward and pouring herself another glass of wine. Quinn’s going to be upset, but then again, Quinn is usually always upset so it probably wouldn’t be a deal breaker in their friendship or anything.
“It’s okay, I wouldn’t be able to fall asleep anyways. I usually watch TV and fall asleep out here and then go to my bed sometime in the middle of the night when I wake up,” Santana said, shifting her legs to put them under her. Winter was approaching and Brittany was hogging the blanket.
“Oh, well, we could just watch TV together then and talk if you want. This is really good wine.” Oh yeah, Quinn was definitely going to scold her tomorrow. “By the way I really like your apartment. I’m gonna look for one just like this.”
“It’s nothing too special, I’m sure you’ll find one similar to it. I could, you know, help you out if you want. I don’t work the whole day all the time, I wouldn’t mind helping you out when I finish early.”
“Really? That would be awesome! No, you know what? You’re awesome!” Before she could attempt a response, her body went backwards as Brittany’s whole weight toppled onto her.
“How much did you drink?” Santana asked while removing some of Brittany’s hair from her mouth.
“Well, when you and Quinn left to argue I drank the cup on the table. Then I put more so you wouldn’t know, but then I just kept drinking. And I’m still drinking. How much did I drink?”
“Enough. Ugh, come on, let’s get you up.” She lightly pushed Brittany off of her and then got herself back into sitting position. “Okay, now, TV or bed?” She saw a sudden change in Brittany’s whole demeanor.
“We just met Santana! You’re really pretty and I’m sure we’d have really good sex but maybe we should wait a while.”
“Whoa! No. No! Well, I don’t mean no like not ever but no like, not what I meant. You’d go into bed alone to sleep, not with me to do anything.” Brittany plastered a smile back on her face and nodded.
“Okay! I want to go to bed, but not with you. Not now. Maybe later.” Santana stood up and held her hand out for Brittany to take. It was not going to do either of them any good to continue this conversation. One of them was a little worse for the wear. “Are we going to bed?” Brittany asked as she found her footing.
“Mhm, let’s go get you something to sleep in and then we’ll get you settled under the covers.”
“I bet your room is really pretty, are we going to your room?”
“Yup. A couple more steps this way,” Santana said, leading Brittany through the doorway. She slowly let go of the other girl’s hand and let her stumble around while she went to find a pair of comfortable sweatpants and a shirt for her to sleep in.
“Your room is pretty, I was right.” Santana turned her head from her dresser drawer just in time to see Brittany lay on top of the covers with a smile on her face. “Your bed is super comfortable too. I love everything about this place.”
“Here we go, pants and a shirt,” Santana said throwing the clothes by Brittany’s head. The other girl just smiled at her and shook her head. “What?”
“I don’t need clothes to sleep in. I’m fine.”
“You could have said that before we walked in here. Come on, let’s get you into your room for the night.” Brittany mumbled something and rolled over onto her stomach, pressing her face into a pillow.
“I wanted to see your room. And your bed.” Pretty girl in my bed, Santana thought. Things could be worse. Rachel Berry could be in her bed. Seriously, how does Quinn do it?
Why was she even thinking of Rachel Berry at the moment? Wrong fucking thing to do when there’s a pretty girl in your bed, Santana. Oh, not just a pretty girl though. A dancer.
“Brittany, do you want to sleep in here tonight?” She should have asked her in the first place; this clearly would have gone faster if that happened. Remembering that breakfast was mandatory in the morning suddenly made her extremely tired. She just wanted to find out which bed she was sleeping in tonight.
“No! Not tonight. No. Remember? No. Come on Santy show me to my bed. I’m tired.”
Easier said than done. When you’re smaller than the person that is currently drunk and needs assistance, it makes everything harder. It took Santana a whole fifteen minutes to walk Brittany to the other end of the apartment and lower her onto her bed for the night.
By the time she made it back to her own bed she simply let sleep take over, but not before switching her own pillow with the one Brittany had laid on earlier.