Behind Closed Doors

Chapter Three ▫ Hi. Again.

Brittany's POV

When Bree tells me she needs me to close for the third time this week I don't even argue with her about it. I would've thanked her if she weren't so mean. All of these extra hours are helping me avoid Sam and the issues in our relationship and I'm grateful for that.

There's about an hour left until we close and the place is pretty empty. I take a quick look around before grabbing a glass and pouring a shot of brandy. I don't waste any time as I down the shot within seconds of pouring it. Usually I wait until we are closed before drinking but I couldn't wait any more. The closer the end of my shift gets the more on edge I feel.

One of the private dining room doors slides open and a group of people emerge from the room and begin to head towards the exit. I move the brandy and my glass under the bar counter and start to wipe down the top of it. I look towards the group and my eyes lock with brown ones causing me to gasp slightly. The woman from the other night is a few feet away from me and once again I find myself growing nervous as her eyes remain locked with mine. Someone in her group says something and her attention quickly goes back to the people surrounding her.

I focus on cleaning the bar and can't help but wonder if she remembers me. Of course she does. My boyfriend was the loud drunk guy being escorted out by security. I really hope she doesn't come over here.

"Brittany. What a surprise."

Brittany:(Turns around)Oh. Hi. Again. Santana.

Santana:(Smiles)Hi. I didn't think I'd see you again after the other night.

Brittany:I'm sorry about that I-

Santana:I should be apologizing to you. I had no idea that was your boyfriend. I didn't mean to offend you.

Brittany:(Dries her hands)Yeah well you weren't entirely wrong. He got a bit carried away that night.

Santana:We've all had moments like that.

Brittany:(Chuckles).

Santana:(Looks at Brittany and sits at the bar)What?

Brittany:(Looks at Santana)Oh um it's nothing.

Santana:Come on.

Brittany:Well...I can't really see you being the type to get drunk and fight security at an art showing.

Santana:I've had my fair share of drunken fights.

Brittany:No way.

Santana:I was young and dumb once upon a time.

Brittany:You still are.

Santana:(Looks at Brittany).

Brittany:Oh my gosh. I didn't mean that the way it came out. I just mean the young part. You're still young. I am so sorry.

Santana:(Chuckles)No worries.

Brittany:Really I'm-

Santana:Seriously Brittany don't sweat it.

Brittany:Okay but now I'm really curious about these young, dumb, drunken fights you were having.

Santana:Have time for a story or two?

Brittany:(Smiles softly)Yeah. I do.

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Santana and I end up sitting at the bar talking and drinking for the next hour and a half. We share embarrassing stories with each other and talk about how the rest of the event went. According to Santana it was "excruciatingly boring". I'm almost positive our definitions of "boring" are very different. The rest of the staff is long gone by the time Santana and I leave the restaurant. As I'm locking up I see her watching me out of the corner of my eye. I start to grow nervous and quickly put the keys away then turn towards her.