Author's note: I know I've said this about a million times now, but I'm sorry for the really late update! But I decided that I needed to update before the 100th episode... Well I also wanted to say that over the hiatus I actually got to visit Chicago, and well the first place I went to happened to be The Wormhole, so that was exciting to see the place come alive after writing about it in this story. Oh and in case any of you wanted to reach me on Tumblr, I changed my url to thelustlessromantic And so yeah I hope you all enjoy this chapter! =)
"San, what do you mean?" I say. Santana's face scrunches as if she's in deep thought. She breathes in nervously. "We can just talk about it in the morning," I say with a sigh. Santana relaxes. "You're right. It's late and we should probably get some sleep. I'm starting to see two of you." I add lightly. Santana quietly chuckles and turns away.
"Goodnight, Britt." She says tiredly.
"Goodnight, Santana." Brittany says. I'm really not that tired, but I'll benefit from a couple of hours of sleep. Brittany's breathing becomes steady and soon enough, she's asleep.
I stare at the wall for a solid thirty minutes. Brittany not only moves a lot in her sleep, but she also talks a lot.
"There's a unicorn behind you…" She whispers in her sleep. I resist the urge to laugh as she continues to go on about random nonsense. I nearly lose it when she says something about dolphins being just gay sharks. I laugh quietly and close my eyes. Just as I begin to feel myself sink into sleep, I hear Brittany clearly whisper, "Santana is my dolphin." Causing me to instantly smile; I turn to face Brittany and nearly melt at just how adorable she is.
After awhile Brittany's sleep talking stops. She rolls over closer to me and subconsciously wraps herself around me. My heart begins to race, but the feeling of her breath against my neck calms me down a bit. She places her head in the crook of my neck and slightly nuzzles my neck, sending chills throughout my entire body. I close my eyes and peacefully drift to sleep.
I wake up to see it's twelve o'clock. I look over to see that Brittany is fast asleep. It would only be a waste of time if I go back to sleep so I decide to get up. As I get up Brittany stirs a little, but doesn't wake up. I walk out of the room and into the kitchen to find that the only food I have in the cupboards is Rachel's vegan friendly pancake mix all because the last time I went grocery shopping was with no one other than Rachel Berry. I get all the ingredients for the pancakes and set the table up for two.
I can almost hear Berry's annoying voice telling me how proud she is that she's converted me into a vegan or some other sort of shit that would be typical of Rachel to say.
In the distance I hear someone open the door so I grab a butter knife and walk slowly towards the door of my apartment. I look to see that it's Rachel.
"Speak of the devil," I say.
"Well hello, Santa-"Rachel begins to say but screams at the sight of the knife. "YOU WERE GOING TO STAB ME WITH A BUTTER KNIFE?" Rachel exclaims dramatically.
"What the fuck are you doing here? Last time I checked I kicked you out of my apartment!" I snap. Rachel quickly fishes out a white handkerchief out of her purse.
"Santana calm down, I come in peace." Rachel says while waving the handkerchief.
"Well, what the fuck do you want then?" I snap. "I'm not in the mood, and I'm kind of busy at the moment." I add. Rachel opens her mouth to respond but quickly looks over at the kitchen to see that I'm using her pancake mix.
"OH MY GOSH, SANTANA, I'VE CONVERTED YOU!" Rachel says in her usual annoying voice.
"Shut the fuck up, dwarf. I have nothing else to cook with other than your vegan shit." I retort. Rachel walks around the kitchen.
"Are you cooking food for someone!?" Rachel asks excitedly.
"No," I say pointedly. Rachel looks at me skeptically.
"Then why is the table set up for two?" Rachel asks with a smirk.
"Because I was clearly just waiting for you to just break into my apartment," I snap.
"Santana, you probably should stop hiding your spare keys in the plant by your door. It's pretty obvious that you hid them there because there is dirt all over the floor. I'm honestly surprised that you haven't gotten robbed yet." Rachel says in a factual tone.
"Whatever, cut the bullshit, Berry, why are you here?" I ask.
"Truth for truth," Rachel says questioningly while slowly extending out her arm. I roll my eyes.
"Are you fucking kidding me, Rachel?" I say with a scoff. Rachel responds by looking at me seriously. "You're really trying to bring back Truth for Truth? We haven't done that since we we're roommates in college." I add.
"Are you going to deny carrying out a Truth for Truth?" Rachel asks. "If I remember correctly, you said that if one of us we're to refuse doing a Truth for Truth, then the other would get full permission to slap the one refusing to carry out the sacred ritual." Rachel adds.
"Shut the fuck up, I know what the rules are, and well dream on, dwarf, I'm not going to let you slap me." I snap.
"Is that a yes to do a Truth for Truth?" Rachel asks with a smirk.
"Shut up, let's just do this then." I mumble as I extend out my hand and grip a hold of Rachel's arm. She grabs a hold of my arm so that we're positioned in the same way that an unbreakable vow is sworn in Harry Potter.
"I, Rachel Barbra Berry have requested to carry out the sacred ritual of a Truth for Truth in order to honor and restore the sisterhood code between Santana Maria Lopez and me. So I Rachel Barbra Berry swear to tell the truth and nothing but the truth." Rachel says in a serious tone.
"You gotta be fucking kidding me," I mumble. "Yeah… I'm not going to say that." I say. Rachel responds by slightly tightening her grip on my arm. "You can't do that if we haven't even started!" I snap.
"Then just say the vow!" Rachel says while digging her nails lightly into my arm.
"Fine, fucking fine…" I say. "I Santana Lopez swear to tell the truth and nothing but the truth in order to honor and restore the sisterhood code set with Rachel Barbra Berry." I mumble. Rachel loosens her grip a little.
"Okay, I'll start then." Rachel says. I nod in response. She takes in a deep breath, "Truth, I came here to apologize because it was out of my place to yell at you and I only really yelled at you because I didn't want you to go on a date with Quinn. And it was immature of me to fire you." Rachel says. She takes in another deep breath, "Question, do you accept my apology?" She asks.
"Yeah, you're damn right it was immature of you to fire me!" I exclaim angrily. Rachel tightens her grip on my arm.
"You have to respond with a truth and then a question or comment." Rachel says pointedly. I curse under my breath.
"I accept your apology I guess. Truth, though it was out of your place, you were kind of right for yelling at me, but the truth is that I've never met anyone that makes me feel like Brittany does, and that scares the hell out of me because she is exactly the kind of girl that I can see myself falling in love with." I say. "Question, why didn't you tell me sooner about how you're gay for Fabray?" I ask. Rachel's face instantly turns red.
"I just couldn't get the courage to act on my feelings, so I just kept them bottled up inside." Rachel says quietly. "Is this Truth for Truth done?" Rachel asks. I nod slowly. "I, Rachel Barbra Berry conclude that this Truth for Truth is now over. The sisterhood shall stand with full honor." Rachel says. We both let go of each other's arm. Rachel remains silent for a moment but then asks, "So can we be friends again?" She breathes deeply. "I've missed you." She adds quietly. I shrug.
"You're selfish, and frankly you annoy the hell out of me, but yeah I guess." I say plainly. Rachel quickly hugs me.
"The sistahs are back bitches!" Rachel says in her supposed 'ghetto' voice. I roll my eyes.
"Shut up before I smack you." I say with a laugh. "Now go off and tell Fabray how gay you are for her and the two of you can go live the rest of your days as Faberry." I add. Rachel laughs loudly.
"Faberry, hmm that's cute." Rachel comments with a wide smile plastered on her face. "Well hopefully Brittana can work out. It'll be hard, and potentially a lot of people are going to get hurt, but who knows… maybe it's meant to work out. Just follow your heart, and you'll know if what you're doing is right." Rachel says seriously.
"Gayberry can you be any cheesier?" I ask sarcastically. Rachel simply smiles and makes her way towards the door. "Brittana has a nice ring to it." I say quietly to myself as I head off to take a shower.
I get out of the shower and realize that I didn't grab any fresh clothes. I groan and wrap myself in my towel and begin to walk to my room. I walk in and quickly open my closet. I don't exactly know what I am going to do today so I have no idea what to wear.
"Good morning," I hear Brittany say in a hoarse sounding voice. Since I had no idea that she was awake I nearly jump at the sound of her voice.
"Shit, Brittany! I didn't know you were already awake!" I exclaim. I feel my cheeks get hot as I realize how things must look right now. I didn't want her to think that I was trying to seduce her by coming out of the bathroom in just a towel. "Good morning….uh… let me get dressed..." I mumble under my breath. "I honestly had no idea you were awake, sorry." I ramble. Brittany looks at me from head to toe and smirks.
"Don't worry it's fine, no actually, it's great. It's a nice look. That towel is really working for you. "Brittany says playfully. My face becomes hot and I scramble to find a red flannel shirt and black skinny jeans.
"Thanks," I utter and rush out the door.
After twenty minutes or so, Santana walks back into her room wearing a red flannel shirt and black jeans.
"Hey," She says a little nervously.
"Hey yourself, come sit down." I say and pat the side of the bed next to me. There must have been some sort of happiness ingredient in the ibuprofen that I took because right now I feel happy and confident. My heart is racing a little, but in a good sort of way.
Santana walks over and sits down on the bed.
"So what's a Truth for Truth?" I ask casually causing Santana's entire face to turn a little red.
"It's this stupid sort of friendship saving tradition that Rachel and I came up with one day in college when we were super drunk." Santana says casually. "Wait... you heard all of that? Like you heard Rachel and what not…?" Santana asks quietly. I nod slowly.
"Well you two were yelling… and I happened to overhear a few things…" I say with a slight smirk.
"Oh… like what?" Santana asks a little worriedly. I respond by simply shrugging. "Shit, you heard everything didn't you?" Santana asks quietly. I nod slowly.
"Pretty much," I say simply.
"So… we should talk then," Santana says nervously. I nod. Santana takes in a deep breath. "The first time I ever saw your face, I felt something. I'm not exactly sure what it was, but I felt you in my heart before I even knew your name. I haven't even known you for a year, but it feels like I've known you for thousands and that honestly scares me because I've never felt this way about anyone. Before I met you, I didn't even know that it was possible to feel like this. You make me believe that maybe love does exist." Santana says.
Her words crash over me and cause all the caterpillars in my stomach to turn into butterflies. I open my mouth to respond, but nothing comes out.
"I'm sorry if I said too much." Santana says quietly. She looks down at the ground, but I cup her face and look into her chocolate brown eyes.
I can't exactly put how I feel about Santana in simple words. I feel like anything I could say would just sound stupid compared to what Santana said. I lean in and press my lips against hers. Her lips are soft and distinctively taste like cherries. The kiss starts off as light, but quickly deepens once Santana begins to kiss me back. I wrap my arms around her neck. Her hands slowly trail up and down my sides sending a rush throughout my entire body. Santana pulls back slightly and looks deep into my eyes as if looking for an answer.
"How do you feel about me?" Santana asks in a quavering voice. I begin to lean in for another kiss but Santana pulls away. "Please just say something, Britt." She begs quietly. I look at Santana and instantly feel a smile form.
"You're the first person to ever think I'm a genius. You make me happy, Santana, happier than I've ever been in my entire life. My entire life, I've constantly felt just so empty, but with you I feel like I'm complete." I say nervously; Santana smiles. Her brown eyes light up and she slowly leans in to kiss me again. Just by the way Santana's lips press against mine I can feel that there is a little more passion in this kiss than before causing my heart to race. I feel myself get lost in the kiss, but I'm quickly brought back to reality when I hear the sound of my phone go off in the distance.
Brittany suddenly pulls away from me causing my moment of pure bliss to end abruptly. Her eyes widen as she hears the sound of her ringtone. I never pegged Brittany as a Sinatra fan, but her ringtone is "Something Stupid" By Frank and Nancy Sinatra.
"You okay, Britt?" I ask. Brittany stands up and looks into the distance the same way that a deer looks into headlights. I put my hand on her shoulder in attempt to comfort her. "Britt?" I say but Brittany continues to stare off into the distance. Brittany's phone stops ringing and Brittany reacts by sitting on the ground. She sighs deeply and hugs her own legs. I kneel down in front of her so that I'm facing her. I look into her bright blue eyes to see that they're filled with worry.
"My ringtone is usually 'Run the World' by Beyoncé. The only time it's anything different is when Sam calls, and he had it set to the song he sang to me when he asked me to be his girlfriend in the eleventh grade 'Something Stupid' By Frank and Nancy Sinatra. We even sang it in front of the glee club for an assignment." Brittany says quietly in a monotone voice.
"Oh," I mumble. I take a deep breath, "You should probably call him back… or something…" I say quietly. I walk over to where she left her phone last night and hand it to her. Brittany presses the home button and the screen lights up.
"He's called twenty times…" She states. She slowly dials his number and nervously puts the phone to her ear.
"Still no answer?" Puck says to me as I put down my phone on the table.
"Yeah," I reply with a sigh.
"She's probably out doing something… or someone…" Puck says with a wink. I glare at him.
"Shut up, Puck. Brittany would never cheat…" I say defensively. Puck takes the rest of my French fries and begins to scarf them down. "Jeez, were you raised by wolves? I mean I know that McDonalds isn't the classiest place to eat, but would it kill you to use some manners?" I snap at Puck. Puck shakes his head.
"Sam, we are men! We don't need manners! Manners are for pussies." Puck retorts. I roll my eyes at him. "Look, I know that you're all worked up about this whole thing with Brittany, but I'm more than one-hundred percent sure that you're overreacting." Puck says simply. I shrug.
"I don't know, Puck. It isn't like Brittany to not answer any of my calls." I say plainly.
"Well, you clearly need to loosen up a bit… so I say that after we attend the meeting, we go get a drink." Puck says. "Just like old times." He adds with a light punch on my arm.
"Yeah okay," I say while looking down at my phone. Puck grabs my phone from the edge of the table.
"First things first, you have to stop obsessing over your phone. So it's time we turned this off." Puck says while shutting my phone off.
I dial Sam, but it goes straight to voicemail.
"He didn't answer."I say. Santana slowly puts her arms around me in a tight embrace. A wave of guilt washes over me. I shouldn't let Santana hold me like this. I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't have kissed Santana, multiple times. I shouldn't have liked it. I shouldn't have feelings for her. I shouldn't be feeling myself slowly, but surely be falling for her. Yet here I am, and all of this is happening now.
"So really just how drunk were you and Rachel when you made up what a Truth for Truth is?" I ask in attempt to lighten the mood, Santana groans.
"Drunk enough, trust me." Santana says with a laugh. "What do you call a gay shark?" Santana asks with a smirk.
"A dolphin, duh… why do you ask?" I say feeling slightly confused because almost everyone knows that a dolphin is just a gay shark.
"Oh, well yesterday when you were asleep you kept going on about unicorns and how dolphins are just gay sharks… and something about a lord with gambling problems." Santana says with a sweet smile.
"Oh, I didn't know that I talk in my sleep… and well I was probably talking about Lord Tubbington, he's my cat. He has a lot of issues at the moment, but he quit smoking and I put him on the Atkin's diet so I think things are starting to turn around for him." I say. Santana nods a little confusedly. Santana gets up and walks to the kitchen. I follow her to see a bunch of ingredients scattered on top of the stove.
"I was going to make pancakes." Santana says with a slight sigh. I pick up the pancake mix and read that it's a vegan pancake mix. "But maybe it's best that I didn't since that's a vegan mix, which usually means it tastes like shit. Trust me I used to live with Rachel." Santana adds. She looks in the cupboards and finds a box of Lucky Charms.
"Oh I know, Sam went vegan for a while… it was so gross… "I say. Santana holds up the box of Lucky Charms and a box of Cheerios.
"Which cereal do you want to eat?" Santana asks.
"Lucky Charms because I absolutely love them!" I exclaim.
"Good choice," Santana says with a smile as she hands me the box.
"Do you have two really large bowls, because I have a great idea," I say. Santana gives me a confused look, but quickly hands me a large white bowl with bananas painted on the outside and a plain blue bowl. I open the box of Lucky Charms and dump them all into the white bowl.
"What are you doing, Britt?" Santana asks me in a slightly concerned voice.
"Okay so since you introduced me to coffee, I'm going to introduce you to Lucky Charms." Brittany says in a serious sort of tone.
"I've already had Luck Charms before though, Britt." I say as nicely as I possibly can so that I don't hurt her feelings.
"That's where you are wrong, Sanny" Brittany says with a quirky smile. I usually hate it when people give me nicknames, but my heart nearly jumps out at the sound of Brittany addressing me as 'Sanny'. "Ok I will also need two glasses of milk; do you have any by chance?" Brittany asks. I nod and pour out two glasses. Brittany takes the bowls and sets them on the coffee table in front of my couch. She sits down and motions for me to come. I walk over to the couch and set the milk on the table.
"So what is the correct way to eat Lucky Charms?" I ask Brittany. Brittany smiles and strokes her chin as if she's in deep thought.
"Hmm seeing as we have all the necessary ingredients, we shall move on to the next step." Brittany says.
"Which is?" I ask.
"You turn on the TV and turn it to Netflix so that we can watch Doctor Who," Brittany says with a dorky smile.
"Ah, so this was your plan all along, a Doctor Who marathon?" I ask.
"Well, yes and no. I'm still going to teach you how to properly eat Lucky Charms, but I kind of want to watch some Doctor Who." Brittany says.
"Ok," I say simply and turn the TV on. "So how do you eat Lucky Charms?" I ask.
"Well, it's quite obvious… you separate the marshmallows from the other things and you eat the marshmallows." Brittany says in a factual sort of tone.
"That's awfully time consuming isn't it, Britt?" I ask her. Brittany furrows her eyebrows and shakes her head.
"It's the only acceptable way to consume the sugary deliciousness that is, Lucky Charms. Trust me, Santana; I know what I'm talking about." Brittany says. I sigh in defeat and begin to separate the marshmallows from the rest of the cereal.
About thirty minutes into the first episode of Doctor Who I lean over and rest my head on Santana's shoulder, she responds by completely lying down on the couch. I feel a little guilty about it, but for most of the time I'm watching her instead of the TV. In the span of thirty minutes, I've noticed a lot of little things about her. Like the way her eyes light up at the theme song, or how she smiles whenever the Doctor and Rose share a moment. I've also realized that her scent is probably my favorite smell in the world; it is truly indescribable, but if I had to describe it, I would say she smells like safety and home. I honestly think I could spend the rest of my life lying down with Santana and listen to the constant rhythm of her breathing. Everything about this feels right. It feels like our bodies fit like puzzle pieces. I feel my heart swell up a bit as I look at Santana. She catches me staring and gives me a questioning look.
"Britt, you've been looking at me more than you've been watching the show…" She says in a fake annoyed tone. "You're missing out on some of the good stuff!" Santana exclaims with a huge smile plastered on her face.
"Everyone knows that the first episode of Doctor Who isn't necessarily the best." I say pointedly. Santana sighs.
"Well yeah, but still… Would you rather do something else?" Santana asks. I shake my head and snuggle into Santana's side. "Britt?" Santana says a little nervously.
"Yes?" I respond.
"I was wondering if you maybe wanted to go out to dinner or something tonight?" Santana asks nervously. "Like there's this bar that's on the 95th floor of a building and it has the best view of the city, and plus we could walk around…" Santana trails off.
"Tonight?" I ask. Santana nods slowly. "Ok!" I say excitedly.
"So it's a date." Santana says, "Wait… I didn't mean a date date… I just mean-" Santana says, but I quickly cut her off with a kiss.