ARABELLA

Santana Alma Lopez. twenty-one ◦ single ◦ graduate You really should just be thrilled that I'm going out of my way to answer shit for you.

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adulting is hard → brittana

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TAGGING → Brittany Pierce, Santana Lopez LOCATION → Santana’s apartment. TIME FRAME → Sometime in the recent past. I’m bad at remembering dates. GENERAL NOTES → Santana and Brittany do… Santana and Brittany things.

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Santana couldn’t help but roll her eyes albeit playfully at the other’s comment. Brittany knew exactly what she meant but keeping things light was her way      she had succeeded. She’d missed that in her absence, things had gotten far too rough when she’d been on her own, and she wasn’t afraid to admit it.

“You could do that if you wanted to, Britt. We can figure that out together, look at studios, maybe network a little     the whole nine yards.” She followed up the words of encouragement with a small smile and a nudge, dark eyes peering out from beyond thick lashes with a twinkle of their own. She gave a small nod, plump bottom lip caught between her teeth as Brittany didn’t miss a beat, popping food into her mouth as if she’d said the easiest thing in the world.

“Yeah.” She started, exhaling before nodding once more. Expressing herself hadn’t always been the easiest task but Brittany set her mind at ease. “I do. You don’t know how much.”

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TAGGING → Brittany Pierce, Santana Lopez LOCATION → Santana’s apartment. TIME FRAME → Sometime in the recent past. I’m bad at remembering dates. GENERAL NOTES → Santana and Brittany do… Santana and Brittany things.

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That sense of understanding had always gone both ways. Brittany might have been considered strange by some, peculiar without even trying, but Santana hadn’t ever thought that     maybe at first but that was when imaginations ran wild, it couldn’t be held against her. “I did.” She replied with a shrug before reaching into the bowl herself, popping a few pieces of the buttery treat into her mouth. “We could have watched paint dry and I would have been into it, B.”

With an eyebrow raised, Santana slowly nodded her head. She never wanted to push Brittany into doing something but to let all that talent go to waste? All of that natural talent? It didn’t seem right. “What were you thinking of doing? You know I’m here to help with whatever it is.” And then, before she could finish another solid thought, her throat went dry while the words lay caught on the end of her tongue. “You still want to   “ want me? “After everything?”

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TAGGING → Brittany Pierce, Santana Lopez LOCATION → Santana’s apartment. TIME FRAME → Sometime in the recent past. I’m bad at remembering dates. GENERAL NOTES → Santana and Brittany do… Santana and Brittany things.

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Santana didn’t really every overanalyze it when Brittany went off on a tangent or brought up something that neither of them really cared about. She didn’t mind it, not even when they’d first became friends those years before. It’d quickly found itself being a small distraction from all of the serious bullshit neither of them really wanted to face.

“The past?” One very expressive eyebrow lifted upwards, her lips having contorted as she popped a piece of the salty treat into her mouth. Santana understood the future but what had been done was just that     done. “I liked them too, y’know,” she quipped out before turning her body to face the other woman, her tone softer than before. “You wanna tell me about any of it?”

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TAGGING → Brittany Pierce, Santana Lopez

LOCATION → Santana’s apartment.

TIME FRAME → Sometime in the recent past. I’m bad at remembering dates.

GENERAL NOTES → Santana and Brittany do… Santana and Brittany things.

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If there was one thing that Santana was good at, it was reading Brittany without so much as a second glance. First Brittany, then Quinn, then the rest of the family forged at William McKinley     they took a little bit longer, a little bit more of the whole trials and tribulations deal. 

Santana shrugged at Brittany’s question. It seemed to be little more than an attempt to rid the room of silence but she responds without much thought. “Mm, guess it could be.” She starts, hand in the bowl as she’s reaching for some of the artificially flavored treat. “Guess it sitting for so long means it winds up with more flavor.”

Her gaze wound up trained on the screen for a moment before it was brought back to Brittany, well-manicured brow lifted along with it. “What’s on your mind?”

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adulting is hard → brittana

TAGGING → Brittany Pierce, Santana Lopez

LOCATION → Santana’s apartment.

TIME FRAME → Sometime in the recent past. I’m bad at remembering dates.

GENERAL NOTES → Santana and Brittany do... Santana and Brittany things.

“Okay, pop a squat.” 

Santana doesn’t waste time in patting the spot next to her on the sofa, oversized bowl of popcorn situated within her lap. The television playing in front of them both has just wound up in the role of background noise, neither woman paying much attention to it. Life in general makes lounging around and catching up difficult but the two still manage     despite the odds they always have.

A hum escapes her as she pops a bit of popcorn into her open mouth, body turned in Brittany’s direction as she waits for her to sit down beside her. “If you hurry up maybe we can catch the end of Say Yes to the Dress.” It’s only partially sarcasm.

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I think I could get use to summertime in New York if today was any indication of how things are going to be. Part of me was a little afraid to move somewhere new, but I think I’m going to like this change. This also means none of you have an excuse not to visit because I’m closer than ever.

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You spending a lot of time outside? What have you been doing, anyway? I may or may not visit you in the future     I like to keep you on your toes.

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Text 📱Santana

Brittany: It's always been just what you deserved, San. To know that someone believed in you.

Brittany: Does she know what I look like? Make sure you give her a description.

Santana: You're too good to me. Really.

Santana: I sent her a picture or two. Don't worry, you're all set.

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Brittany: Maybe, but I'm pretty confident making it. I've had faith in you since I met you, and I don't see any reason why it would change now.

Brittany: I'll consider myself warned.

Brittany: Let her know I'll see her there Friday at seven, then! And that I can't wait!

Santana: You're pretty consistent in that, I do have to agree there. And I appreciate it more than you could ever imagine.

Santana: I will definitely make sure to pass that message on. She'll be there.

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Brittany: It really should - the faith I have in you is always going to be there, it's constant.

Brittany: No, I think it'd probably be okay either way.

Brittany: Does she know where The Counter is, at Times Square? It's not super fancy, but it's fun. She can make her own burger.

Santana: That's a pretty hefty promise there, B.

Santana: Don't say that I didn't warn you.

Santana: She most definitely knows where that is and she would be honored to meet you there. The burgers are just a bonus.

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Text 📱Santana

Brittany: It really is - I wouldn't have been able to go out without company. And since you're really good at solving problems, you seemed like a good person to ask.

Brittany: If she's as amazing as you say, I really can't make any promises. But I'll try my best.

Santana: The amount of faith you still manage to have in me does /wonders/ for my ego, Britt.

Santana: It's going to be pretty difficult but... I mean, I guess it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world.

Santana: Where should this friend meet you on Friday?

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Text 📱Santana

Brittany: So I have this problem.

Brittany: I really want to go out for dinner on Friday, but I don't feel like eating alone.

Brittany: Know anyone who might want to join me?

Santana: That really does sound like a huge problem, I'm glad you came to me.

Santana: I might know someone.

Santana: But you've got to promise not to fall in love with her. She's pretty amazing, if I do say so myself.

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face to face → brittana.

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“A bunch of times,” Brittany confirmed with a smile of her own.  “The only thing that’s wrong with me is wear in my joints - dancing and cheering.  Or - well, that’s the only thing wrong with my body, at least.  My brain’s probably another story.”  It was spoken with humor - Santana had always been the one to tell her that she was smart, even when other people disagreed.  “It’s probably better not to know.”

“I would.  I’m not serious about a lot of things, but I’d never be anything else when it comes to that,” she promised softly.  Relationships came and went, forgotten in time, but what she’d shared with Santana had been a part of her ever since - and Brittany had always believed that it would come around again.  “We’ve come a long way since we were curled up in my bed watching Sweet Valley.  We’ve grown up, and learned a lot.  And I’d very much like to get to know the older, wiser Santana Lopez.  Especially since she managed to get even hotter.”  Brittany’s teasing wink was an attempt to lighten the mood just a little.

Santana’s eyes narrowed. Playful tone or not, she never liked when Brittany got down on herself, or when other people took it upon themselves to be judgmental. They didn’t know her and Santana did. “No,” she started, brow softening significantly. “I’d like to know what’s going on in there. I’d be able to pick up a couple of tips.”

“Yeah. Me too.” With a quiet relieved sigh, she nodded her head slowly only for her lips to part a smile to reveal itself. “Talk about flattery.” Tentatively, she reached out for Brittany’s hand, touch featherlight but still contact nonetheless. “I’m happy I have you.”

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“Not even a little bit,” Brittany shook her head.  “Every time i think about that, all I remember is adding sand to that gross mix because at least then it felt like I was having something solid.  Honestly, it’s hard to believe she got away with what she did to the girls on her squads.”  It was amazing they hadn’t had more serious health problems, and in the end she knew that it was more luck than anything else.

She stopped what she was doing, wanting to give Santana her full attention - this was a conversation she’d had in her head many times over the years without ever knowing the ending of, and now it was happening in real life.  “Maybe,” she agreed slowly.  She didn’t know how to have a subtle conversation, she never had - so she plowed forward where Santana had danced around.

“All I know for sure, San, is that when I try and picture my future you’ve always been in it.  If we needed some time to learn about ourselves, to get where we wanted to be, then I’m glad that we had it - but now I think I’d like to learn about us again.  To see how we fit together, and what we can be.  If you’d like that too.”

“You have seen a doctor since then, right?” There was a hint of a smile toying at the edge of her lips. She had been mostly kidding. Mostly being the key word there.  “I don’t even want to think about how messed up my insides might be right about now.” She’d need to be slightly intoxicated for a conversation like that to even happen.

“You... you would?” Brittany’s response had caught her off guard and it showed. She might have been able to hide it from someone else but there were always parts of her that Brittany had been able to see when others hadn’t.

Santana swallowed harshly, a lump caught in the base of her throat at her friend’s suggestion. She had missed her. There hadn’t been anyone that’d come close to sharing what the two of them had. Splitting up had been good idea at the time with the strain it’d put on them both with the distance but they were adults now. It could be different. “I mean... I would. I’d like that a lot... If you’re serious.” 

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“Perfect - that’s a balanced meal right there.”

Brittany supplied her usual order, keeping herself occupied putting dishes in the sink as Santana finished up on the phone.  She suspected the pot might be a total loss, but they could deal with that after dinner - until then, it could sit there and soak in vain.

She chuckled quietly, nodding.  “And it wasn’t even good fast food.  Other towns had McDonald’s, we had Uncle Sandro’s chicken in a waffle.  And even when we were on one of Sue’s crazy liquid diets and I was starving for actual food, I still wouldn’t have eaten that.”  The whole concept had sounded gross back then and still sounded gross years later.

Santana’s comment took her a little aback, but she couldn’t say that as they’d worked side-by-side in the kitchen that it hadn’t occurred to her as well.  New York had been good for her, and she’d grown a lot as a person, but there had always been part of her that missed what they had.  “We did,” she smiled at Santana.  “Part of me thought we always would.”  She hoped that wasn’t an overstep, but it was the truth.

Smiling as she did her part in wiping down the counters and tossing left behind wrappers into the trash, Santana nodded slowly despite the very obvious screwing up of her eyebrows. “Yeah, I kind of have a feeling that none of that was healthy.” Then again most of what they had done while they were on the Cheerios hadn’t been healthy. The practices combined with the diets surely had had some lasting effects on their bodies.

There was a slight pause as her smile faded slightly. They weren’t what they had been before but was that not for the best? They’d grown significantly and while they hadn’t grown together, maybe it’d been for the best. Maybe it’d pave the way for things to be better now.

“Maybe it...” Swallowing, Santana slowly tiptoes around what she’s to say next. “It might not be what it was but... maybe it can be different now. Not a bad different, a better one     a good different.” Mouth dry, throat hoarse, she inhaled quietly and tried her hardest to maintain some semblance of a center.  “Maybe we needed the time.”

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We are getting married after all, so I wasn’t expecting anything different. For me, my parents were on a business trip in some country so my blessing is that I was spared of an awkward phone call. 

Married. Didn’t really every take you for the marrying type     he must be pretty special. Congrats, though. Really. It’s... nice.

It really can’t always be awkward, can it? 

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Somewhere deep down, Brittany had known from the moment she’d met Santana - no matter if they were friends, girlfriends, or only exchanged Christmas cards once a year, there would always be a place for them in each other’s lives.  They had clicked too easily to ever be out of each other’s orbits.  However, their sympatico didn’t extend to cooking, apparently.

“It was an attempt,” she agreed, biting her lip.  She picked up the recipe book and set it down beside the pot, trying to figure out how something that had looked so delicious on paper ended up looking…well, much less so.  “Maybe we’ll have to stick to mac and cheese, or soup.  I could do soup, maybe.”  Her curious expression turned to laughter as Santana picked up her sauce-covered phone.

“Ooh, Thai,” she answered quickly.  “One of the best things about New York is the Thai food.  I remember when our only choice for takeout was Breadstix.”

“You do the soup, I do the mac ‘n cheese.”

“Thai it is.” And she moved to dial, phone in the crook of her neck and shoulder. Her hand quickly moved over the receiver and she asked Brittany for what she wanted before returning and then finishing the call.

A large smile broke out on her face at the mention of Breadstix before her brow furrowed up slightly. It’d been a much simpler time, one that she wouldn’t have traded for the world, but thinking about their bread sticks wasn’t helping with the rumbling of her stomach.

Apparently talking about old food was better than staring at... well, what used to be food. “We had Breadstix. We had fast food... that was about it.” A laugh followed soon after and her bottom lip found itself caught between her teeth as she regarded her friend. “At the very least we had each other, too.”

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“An attempt was made.”

Even as they both stare down at the slop that they both spent the last hour putting together, Santana can’t help but smile. It was rare that she was in such familiar company, company that made it easier for her to just be her.

“I guess next time we’ll just have to try something maybe... not so advanced.” A low chuckle fell from her lips as she she reached for her cell or what part of her phone that wasn’t covered in... was it marinara? She really couldn’t even tell, which most definitely wasn’t a good sign.

Grinning as she glanced up at Brittany, she slid her finger across the screen to unlock it. She sincerely hoped that she hadn’t wasted all of their time together. “Chinese or Thai?”