My Soldier (Brittana fan fiction)* Discontinued*

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Exhaling a large breath, I stare at the diamond ring in the cute black velvet box in my hand. Will Santana think it's too much? I want her to realise that she means so much to me and that I won't forget about her when I go away, I want her to have a piece of me and a reminder that I love her.

"Britt, come on we don't want to be late" My pop shouts from downstairs and I slip the box into my jacket pocket with a shaky breath. I glance at my reflection in the mirror and smile gently, my hair is curled and frames my face in a way I never thought it could. My white silky blouse contrasts with my black skinny trousers and heels. I can just picture Santana in that dress I brought her yesterday, she is going to look absolutely stunning. Brushing off invisible creases, I straighten my back and nod at myself before heading towards my door and down stairs to where my pop is waiting for me.

A smile appears on my face when I take in his appearance and how much effort he's gone through to look as good as he does now. He's wearing a navy crisp suit with a shining white shirt and black tie underneath, his hair is parted and slick to the side and his face is smooth and free of any stubble. I smirk when he catches my eye and he raises a playful eyebrow in questioning.

"Well don't you clean up nice?" I tease and he brushes his shoulders with a grin making me laugh as we walk out of the house and towards my car. I've decided that I'm not taking Santana to breadsticks because that's too predictable and I'm kind of on a temporary ban so that's a no-no. With Santana in that dress and my pop all dressed up I'm feeling a lot fancier so I'm going to go all out and take them to Carlucci's. Carlucci's is the fanciest and the dearest restaurant in Lima, I think it's so expensive because it's Italian food and like amazing! I've been there once with my pop when he was delivering food there but otherwise I've never been because who In their right mind would spend 300 dollars on dinner? That is per person by the way.

"Does Santana know where she's going?" My pa asks as I drive down the motorway, the night sky darkening ever so as time ticks by. I hum and glance at him with my two hands on the wheel.

"I've sent a car over" I smirk because that's pretty fancy right? You only see that shit in movies. My pop laughs and shakes his head.

"What a way to treat a woman" He says with a proud smile and I shrug nonchalantly, knowing him that he would do the same if it was with a woman he loved. I know that I inherited his manners and his characteristics because we are exactly the same. I love Santana and I am going to treat her right until the day I die, my pop done that with my ma until she left him.

"So I just want to make sure that we're clear abo—"

"Britt, I'm not going to say anything to embarrass you or offend Santana. You have my word" he promises and I smile at him as I make a right turn and pull into the car park. I scan left and right for a parking space in this busy restaurant. Finally I find a place and park the car perfectly before stepping out and letting out a big breath, the ring in my pocket tickling my insides with nerves. It's not what everyone thinks, nobody is going to understand besides me and Santana. I walk into the restaurant with my pop and look around in amazement. This is definitely top notch. The tables are a black glass with black leather seats, there's a large bar and off to the corner there is a large wooden floor designated for some ballroom dancing.

"Wow" I hum and my pop nods his head in agreement. A waiter comes along with a gentle smile on his face and looks at me and my pop.

"Hi there, can I take your name?" He asks as he looks down at this list on a clipboard.

"Pierce" I say with a small smile and he looks down the list and finds my name with a 'aha'. He looks back up and grabs three menus.

"This way please" He guides and leads us to a nicely set up table with three seats. The blonde haired waiter sets the menus down and smiles. "I'll be over shortly to take your orders" He comments before walking away. I take a seat and look at my pop who's opposite me with a smirk.