santana and brittany

tuesday date

Brittany's Point of View

I wake up before Santana does, which is rare because she's usually the first one up. I pick my phone up off of the nightstand and look at the time.

5:56.

Surprisingly, we went to bed a 1:30. I would've thought that we would've stayed up watching TV and making out but after one long kiss Santana got really sleepy and went to sleep.

Her alarm goes off at six, so I have four minutes to watch cat videos. When her alarm goes off I pause my video and look at her. She groans and reaches for her phone with her eyes closed.

She looks at me and does a double take, "I'm not use to waking up next to somebody." Her voice is hoarse and it sounds so cute

"Well get use to it because I'm gonna start staying over often."

She chuckles and lays her head on my chest, "Yeah right."

I don't know if I'm kidding or if I'm being serious. I like waking up next to her but I think our sleepovers are only meant for the weekends.

This is what it's gonna be like when we live together.

I'm sorry, if we live together.

"You know how couples take pictures of their legs in the morning?" she asks me as she picks up her phone. I nod, "I wanna take one."

She wraps her leg around my waist and places my hand on her thigh. We laugh as she takes the picture on Snapchat.

"We're so lame." she says as she puts a "❤️" as the caption and then posting it

When Santana came out to our friend group it surprised me because it wasn't planned and when she came out to the cheerleaders I was nervous because they're really mean and I didn't want them to be mean to Santana.

But then I remember Santana is even meaner.

She drops her phone on the bed and looks at me with puckered lips. I peck her lips and she smiles.

By 8:10 Santana and I are completely dressed and are eating breakfast in the kitchen. Our routines are the same. Wake up, shower, put cheer uniform on, and then put our hair into a ponytail.

"Oh," Santana says dropping her fork, "Ma, tonight me and Brittany are going out for dinner."

I take both of our plates and forks and put them in the sink. Mrs. Lopez made waffles (as promised), bacon, and eggs.

"That was really good Mrs. Lopez."  I say and I lean against the kitchen counter

"I don't want you to call me Mrs. Lopez anymore," she says and I furrow my eyebrows, "Call me mom."

Santana chokes on her orange juice and I laugh.

"Okay," Santana says standing up really fast, "we're gonna go now." Santana goes up to her mom and kisses her on the cheek

While Santana runs upstairs to get her bag I go to my car to get mine.

"People are really loving the picture I posted." Santana says as we get in the car

"They're loving my legs." I say smiling and Santana roll her eyes as she reverses out of her driveway

*

I place a fruit up and a fork in front of Santana and sit next to her at the lunch table. She looks at me and gives me a small smile.

"So this is a real thing?" Mike asks looking at the both of us, "You two are a real thing?"

"Did you not see Santana's post this morning?" Mercedes asks and we all laugh, "Looks pretty damn real to me."