Reunited

12 Years Ago, December 2011 Pt. 2

Brittany walked off the plane, fixing her collar in the process. The flight to Lima was full of anxiousness and excitement. Santana had no idea that Brittany was flying in. The last she told her was that she was on CQ duty in the product room where she couldn't have her phone. So her not having service and not texting back didn't seem too suspicious.

The thing was, there was no such thing as CQ duty in the product room. The reality was, Brittany was now sitting in Sugar's car on her way to the Marriot where her best friend was working.

Sugar was a mutual friend of theirs from high school. Not as athletic as the Unholy Trinity, but she always tried her best.

"Isn't traveling in your uniform like, super uncomfortable?" She asked as she made the turn into the Marriot.

Brittany could barely hear her friend over the sound of her heart beating in her ears. She was so excited.

"Britt? You okay?"

"Oh, yeah. Sorry Sug. I'm just like, really excited to see San. It's been a hot minute." She said smiling. "You said she works at the front desk?"

"Yeah, one of the girls in my sorority had switched positions with her tonight just for this."

The valet worker took care of the car as the girls walked into the lobby.

There she was. Santana was refilling the Lima Gazette stand with new issues so her back was turned towards them. Brittany ran up behind her, giving her a gentle tap on the shoulder. Before she turned Brittany moved out the way to make it look like no one was there.

"Look dude. I'm not in the fucking mood tonight. If you need help, don't be a prick-"

But before she could finish her sentence, her eyes locked with Brittany's. "Is that how you talk to all your guests?"

Santana jumped on her best friend, wrapping her arms around her neck. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"My second half of my leave got approved. I figured I'd surprise you."

When Santana finally let go of Brittany, she took a couple steps back. "The uniform looks good on you, Specialist (SPC) Pierce."

Brittany blushed a bit, turning away to look towards Sugar.

"Where are you staying tonight?" Santana asked. "My mom would love to see you. I think Sasha is at the house too."

"My parents won't be back until the 30th, I was honestly gonna just stay at the house alone." Brittany answered.

"Fuck that. You're coming home with me. Sug? You coming too?"

"Nah, I just got a text that I gotta go into work in about an hour. I'm on call. I'll let you guys have your fun. Britt, come grab your bag from my car."

"I'm gonna go clock out. I'll be back."

Brittany and Sugar walk back out of the lobby with Santana running up behind them. Brittany starts to grab her things from the trunk when Santana feels a hand on her arm.

"You're welcome." Sugar tells her.

"You don't work tonight, do you." Santana says.

"Nah. But I think you two need this time together." Sugar says as the valet worker hands her keys to her. "And hey. Tell her. Don't fuck it up."

Before Santana could say anything, Sugar winks and gets into her car.

"You ready to go?" Brittany says, duffle bag in hand.

"Hell yeah. Let's go."

On the car ride to Santana's house, the girls were talking up a storm. It had been so long since the two of them had spent actual time together so a lot of it was catching up on things that they didn't necessarily talk about on the phone.