Lost Melody - Brittana

Chapter 2

Brittany's fists hammered on the front door, the sound echoing through the house. Finally, the door swung open, revealing Burt adjusting his hat. His tired eyes met Brittany's determined gaze. "What's up?" he asked, scratching his stubbled chin.

"I need to talk to Kurt," Brittany replied urgently, her eyes gleaming.

Burt grunted and called upstairs, "Kurt, your girlfriend's here." He smirked at Brittany, who blushed instantly.

Kurt, running down the stairs, protested, "Brittany isn't my girlfriend!" Burt rolled his eyes, letting Kurt dash off to meet Brittany.

Once out of earshot, Kurt sighed, "Can't he tell we're gay?"

Brittany burst into giggles. "I don't look gay, but you're as obvious as RuPaul."

Rolling his eyes, Kurt grabbed Brittany's wrist and pulled her away, their laughter lingering in the air.

Brittany settled comfortably in Kurt's chair in front of the mirror, excitement bubbling within her. Kurt, sitting opposite her, focused on doing her makeup.

"Why did you come over?" Kurt asked, his hands skillfully moving with the makeup brushes.

Brittany's smile widened. "I was at the soccer tournament, right?" Kurt nodded, continuing his work. "Sorry I couldn't make it," he added.

Brittany shrugged. "It's fine." A brief silence hung in the air before Kurt urged, "Are you going to continue?"

"Oh, right!" Brittany exclaimed. "So, I was looking at the cheerleaders, and I saw this tanned girl."

Kurt smirked. "Did you ask her out?"

Blushing slightly, Brittany admitted, "No, I just smiled at her. But then, after I accidentally bumped into her, she asked me out."

Kurt squealed, "What's her name?"

Brittany shrugged. "I don't know, but she looks like a hotter version of Shay Mitchell."

Kurt gasped. "What?! She must be really pretty."

Brittany nodded eagerly, forgetting Kurt was using an eyebrow pencil. He gasped and said, "Shit, Britt, it's on your forehead."

Pouting, Brittany examined herself in the mirror. "Seriously, Kurt? I have work soon."

Kurt just shrugged and reached for makeup remover, ready to fix the mess.

Brittany leaned against the counter, captivated by the slow march of time on the clock. The bell chimed, drawing her attention to the door. Two figures, one with dark brown hair and the other with blonde locks, made their way to a booth. Checking her apron, Brittany confirmed the presence of her notepad and pen.

As she approached the booth, a gasp caught her attention. A blonde girl locked eyes with her and exclaimed, "Oh my god, it's the cute soccer girl." Confused, Brittany's eyebrows furrowed but softened as she reached the booth, finding a tanned girl looking at her. Smiling shyly, Brittany noticed the tanned girl blushing.

A sudden yelp interrupted the moment, and Brittany turned her gaze to the blonde girl, who now seemed flustered. The tanned girl shot a glare in response. Brittany, undeterred, asked, "What drinks would you like?" The blonde, attempting recovery, remarked, "Aren't you supposed to give us some time to think?" Brittany shrugged, "Yeah, but I don't."

The tanned girl chuckled, and the blonde girl, regaining composure, asked, "So, what's the hardest drink to make?" Brittany pretended to ponder before replying with a smirk, "Water." The tanned girl stifled laughter, and the blonde girl, forcing a laugh, conceded, "Funny." Brittany just smirked back, "Thank you."

The blonde girl glanced at the menu, deciding, "We'll take water." The tanned girl frowned, protesting, "But I don't want water." Ignoring her, the blonde girl turned to Brittany, instructing, "Go get us the water." Brittany hesitated, glancing at the pouting tanned girl before walking away.

After Brittany left, Quinn lounged back, declaring, "I like her already." Santana, eyebrows furrowed, retorted, "You didn't act like it." Quinn, nonchalant, shrugged and explained, "I was testing her."

Santana, contemplating, mused, "She's really pretty." Quinn nodded in agreement but couldn't resist a playful tease, "Not as pretty as me, though." Santana rolled her eyes, insisting, "She's prettier." Quinn, with a fake gasp, managed to make Santana laugh.

Quinn steered the conversation, asking, "So when are you having coffee with her?" Santana, uncertain, shrugged, "I don't know, but hopefully this week." Quinn nodded and probed further, "Have you set up a date with her?" Santana shook her head, admitting, "I can't."

Quinn, puzzled, questioned, "Why not? Just ask for her number." Santana's eyes widened, and she quickly responded, "No way." Rolling her eyes, Quinn pointed out, "So you were brave enough to ask her to go out for coffee and even give her your number, but you're too scared to ask for hers?" Santana nodded sheepishly, but then her curiosity peaked, and she asked, "Wait, how did you know I gave her my number?" Quinn smirked, revealing, "It's still on her hand."

A few minutes later Santana sighed, frustration evident in her voice, "I don't get why she won't take no for an answer." Quinn shrugged, "Maybe the fumes from her eyeliner messed up her brain." Santana chuckled, "Maybe it did because she keeps crawling back to me, even though she was the one that broke up with me."

Quinn's jaw dropped, "Wait, so she cheated on you, but you didn't break up with her?" Santana explained, "I was about to, but she said, 'Since you can't trust me, we're done.' I'm sorry? Why would I trust you after I saw your messages with some girl with a really gay name." Quinn laughed, "What was her name?" Santana scrunched up her nose, "Kimmy." Quinn fake-gagged, "Who names a baby Kimmy?" Santana laughed, "I know, right? It's like you want them to be bullied."

Quinn, getting to the heart of the matter, asked, "Did Dani admit to cheating, though?" Before Santana could respond, Brittany appeared, placing a glass of water in front of Quinn with a napkin underneath. She then did the same for Santana, but there was writing on the napkin. Santana thanked her, and Brittany smiled before saying, "Just call me over when you're ready to order." Quinn nodded, and as Brittany walked away, Quinn turned to Santana, "So, did she?" Santana nodded, "She admitted that she did but then took it back like five minutes later."

Five minutes after Brittany had brought their water, Santana glanced at her napkin and blushed.

Quinn noticed Santana's reaction and asked, "What?"

Santana couldn't contain her wide smile. "She wrote her number down," she confessed.

Quinn gasped theatrically, leaning over the table. She snatched the napkin from Santana's hand, saying, "What are you doing?"

Casually, Quinn started entering the number into her phone. With a smirk, she chucked the napkin back at Santana. "I'm doing nothing," Quinn replied innocently.

Santana glared at Quinn, demanding, "What's that supposed to mean?"

Quinn finally relented, saying, "Fine, just in case she messes up, I'll warn her."

Santana continued to glare, bewildered. "Warn her? About what?"

Smirking, Quinn replied, "She'll see."

Santana groaned. "I hate you."

Quinn laughed, teasingly saying, "I love you too, Santana."