Nostalgia
Happy Accidents
It was another great morning in Lima. The sun was still rising, but a lot of people were already up and ready to face the day. The streets were starting to become busy, the shops have begun to be filled up by customers, the dogs were already barking very loudly. Nothing much has changed since the brunette first left the place. Santana Lopez felt like she didn't even leave her hometown.
As she was jogging on the streets of Lima, passing by different shops selling antiques, petite restaurants that serve a variety of meals, and the very famous Lima Bean, she couldn't help but reminisce once more about her past life. She remembered those times when she would hang out a bit with Kurt, Rachel, Mercedes, and the other Glee kids after school and relax on the best and only coffee shop in Lima. She recalled that moment when Kurt had convinced her to dance together with strangers in a mall just to talk Rachel out of having a nose job. She remembered all those kids she slushied just because she was the "top dog" in the school; she remembered the first time she ever got slushied because she became one of the Glee losers. But most of all, she had never forgotten about all those memories with one Brittany Susan Pierce, not to mention her very first official date with her at Breadstix. She ordered shrimp, after all.
Santana laughed at the thought of that date. She suddenly realized how ridiculous she must have looked putting that napkin on top of their entwined hands, afraid someone might recognize them from school and spread the news the next day. She even remembered Brittany saying "Well, I told you last year that if I'm single and you're single that we'd mingle." after Santana expressed how happy she felt about them being together. Santana laughed once more at the memory, earning confused looks from strangers passing by her. She didn't notice anyway; her thoughts were focused on a certain blonde that she didn't care about anything else but the girl.
She had just passed by one of the oldest bookstores in Lima when a blonde suddenly looked up from her book. She was seated inside by the window, reading Moby Dick; she may not seem like the type who liked to read, but she has a soft spot for classics. She was so engrossed in the novel that her cup of coffee just became one untouched cold liquid, but when the Latina passed by, she immediately looked up from what she was reading, feeling some sort of magnet bringing her eyes up to see the brunette.
It was Santana. The other day they had just bumped into each other at the grocery, and they didn't even have a decent conversation. Since that moment, though, the blonde never really got the brunette out of her mind. She couldn't sleep as well as before, thinking about the girl who was lying next to her when she was in high school. She didn't eat that much cereal like before, remembering the person who gave her the last box.
She wasn't really in the mood for talking with anyone at that moment, most especially someone who walked away from her life and just suddenly returned thirteen years later. But against her own will, her feet touched the floor and dragged her outside, leaving her coffee and book on the table. She got out of the bookstore, and looked around to see where the brunette had gone. After what felt like minutes of searching, Brittany finally spotted Santana sitting at a bench in the park with her back turned. She smiled. Lots of memories went flashing through her mind about their days at that park - walking hand in hand, sitting beside a tree, and feeding the ducks. She then decided she would mention those fun moments to Santana as part of some sort of a looking back conversation once she had thought about how to approach her and "introduce" herself once again.
Gathering up the courage, Brittany took a deep breath, closed her eyes for a second, and ran across the street to where the brunette was now standing, still with her back turned.
"Santana." Brittany greeted a little cheerfully, still panting from the short but quick run she did just to catch up with the brunette.
Santana, in reply, just smiled at the blonde. Brittany couldn't help but be mesmerized by the sight in front of her. The brunette, though a little sweaty, was still beautiful as always. Not much has changed, indeed. Brittany thought to herself. Santana didn't look like she aged at all; she just grew a little taller, but there were no other signs of growing older.
Santana, on the other hand, can't help but stare at the blonde too. When Santana still had Brittany, she knew that nobody could be luckier than her. Brittany was the prettiest girl she's ever met, not to mention most kind-hearted too. High school-Santana had always believed nobody was perfect except for the blue-eyed blonde; and at that wonderful morning in the park, looking at Brittany panting in her own adorable way, with the rays of sunshine on her blonde locks, Santana realized she still believed.
"Why are you here?" Santana asked, quickly gathering her thoughts after realizing she had been staring, and might have looked like a dork in front of this girl who took her breath away ever since they met when they were kids.
"I... I saw you passing by the bookstore and I just wanted to say hi." Brittany shyly answered, slapping herself in her mind. Couldn't you have thought of any better excuse, Brittany? She silently scolded herself.
Santana smirked, "Just to say hi? Are you sure?" Brittany didn't know what to say, so she just smiled. "Well then, hello to you too Brittany." she said in a sarcastic manner. "Anyway, I better get going, I still have to jog some more before my mom wakes up and worries again, you know her, she just can't stop worrying, especially when I go out of the house without permission." Santana winked then laughed, looking back at those moments.
Just as she was about to leave, Brittany grabbed her wrist. "Wait."
Santana turned around with a confused look on her face. She didn't say anything, and just waited for an answer.
"Have lunch with me."
"What?" Santana said, a little surprised by the invitation.
"Just.. for old time's sake." Brittany smiled. "You know, catching up. It just feels great to have one of your old friends return after a long time."
Friends, huh. "I'll think about it, Brittany." Santana coldly answered.
"Come on, San. Please? I just want to know how you're doing." Brittany pleaded, with her ever-famous puppy-dog eyes. This immediately won the brunette over. There never came a time when Brittany had to ask once more after showing the Latina her sparkling blue eyes, and it proved to still be effective thirteen years later.
"Fine." She scolded herself for giving up so easily. "But I have to go home first to change, and then I'll meet you at-"
"Breadstix." Brittany said, finishing the brunette's sentence. Like we used to.
"Okay then. I better go. See you there."
"Bye, San." Brittany smiled, mentally congratulating herself for convincing Santana to have lunch with her. She wanted to ask for more, but she knew she couldn't be quick with everything. They still both had a lot of explaining to do, both from the past and the present. There were things left unsaid, and things that until now haven't been told. She figured she'd take things slow, instead of going at something right away and just have the bomb explode right in your face.
"Bye." Santana said, turning away from Brittany and walking in the opposite direction. She couldn't help but smile at the thought of having lunch with the blonde. Just like old times. Of course things were a bit different now... but how big of a difference could it be? Santana thought.
As she was jogging on the streets of Lima, passing by different shops selling antiques, petite restaurants that serve a variety of meals, and the very famous Lima Bean, she couldn't help but reminisce once more about her past life. She remembered those times when she would hang out a bit with Kurt, Rachel, Mercedes, and the other Glee kids after school and relax on the best and only coffee shop in Lima. She recalled that moment when Kurt had convinced her to dance together with strangers in a mall just to talk Rachel out of having a nose job. She remembered all those kids she slushied just because she was the "top dog" in the school; she remembered the first time she ever got slushied because she became one of the Glee losers. But most of all, she had never forgotten about all those memories with one Brittany Susan Pierce, not to mention her very first official date with her at Breadstix. She ordered shrimp, after all.
Santana laughed at the thought of that date. She suddenly realized how ridiculous she must have looked putting that napkin on top of their entwined hands, afraid someone might recognize them from school and spread the news the next day. She even remembered Brittany saying "Well, I told you last year that if I'm single and you're single that we'd mingle." after Santana expressed how happy she felt about them being together. Santana laughed once more at the memory, earning confused looks from strangers passing by her. She didn't notice anyway; her thoughts were focused on a certain blonde that she didn't care about anything else but the girl.
She had just passed by one of the oldest bookstores in Lima when a blonde suddenly looked up from her book. She was seated inside by the window, reading Moby Dick; she may not seem like the type who liked to read, but she has a soft spot for classics. She was so engrossed in the novel that her cup of coffee just became one untouched cold liquid, but when the Latina passed by, she immediately looked up from what she was reading, feeling some sort of magnet bringing her eyes up to see the brunette.
It was Santana. The other day they had just bumped into each other at the grocery, and they didn't even have a decent conversation. Since that moment, though, the blonde never really got the brunette out of her mind. She couldn't sleep as well as before, thinking about the girl who was lying next to her when she was in high school. She didn't eat that much cereal like before, remembering the person who gave her the last box.
She wasn't really in the mood for talking with anyone at that moment, most especially someone who walked away from her life and just suddenly returned thirteen years later. But against her own will, her feet touched the floor and dragged her outside, leaving her coffee and book on the table. She got out of the bookstore, and looked around to see where the brunette had gone. After what felt like minutes of searching, Brittany finally spotted Santana sitting at a bench in the park with her back turned. She smiled. Lots of memories went flashing through her mind about their days at that park - walking hand in hand, sitting beside a tree, and feeding the ducks. She then decided she would mention those fun moments to Santana as part of some sort of a looking back conversation once she had thought about how to approach her and "introduce" herself once again.
Gathering up the courage, Brittany took a deep breath, closed her eyes for a second, and ran across the street to where the brunette was now standing, still with her back turned.
"Santana." Brittany greeted a little cheerfully, still panting from the short but quick run she did just to catch up with the brunette.
Santana, in reply, just smiled at the blonde. Brittany couldn't help but be mesmerized by the sight in front of her. The brunette, though a little sweaty, was still beautiful as always. Not much has changed, indeed. Brittany thought to herself. Santana didn't look like she aged at all; she just grew a little taller, but there were no other signs of growing older.
Santana, on the other hand, can't help but stare at the blonde too. When Santana still had Brittany, she knew that nobody could be luckier than her. Brittany was the prettiest girl she's ever met, not to mention most kind-hearted too. High school-Santana had always believed nobody was perfect except for the blue-eyed blonde; and at that wonderful morning in the park, looking at Brittany panting in her own adorable way, with the rays of sunshine on her blonde locks, Santana realized she still believed.
"Why are you here?" Santana asked, quickly gathering her thoughts after realizing she had been staring, and might have looked like a dork in front of this girl who took her breath away ever since they met when they were kids.
"I... I saw you passing by the bookstore and I just wanted to say hi." Brittany shyly answered, slapping herself in her mind. Couldn't you have thought of any better excuse, Brittany? She silently scolded herself.
Santana smirked, "Just to say hi? Are you sure?" Brittany didn't know what to say, so she just smiled. "Well then, hello to you too Brittany." she said in a sarcastic manner. "Anyway, I better get going, I still have to jog some more before my mom wakes up and worries again, you know her, she just can't stop worrying, especially when I go out of the house without permission." Santana winked then laughed, looking back at those moments.
Just as she was about to leave, Brittany grabbed her wrist. "Wait."
Santana turned around with a confused look on her face. She didn't say anything, and just waited for an answer.
"Have lunch with me."
"What?" Santana said, a little surprised by the invitation.
"Just.. for old time's sake." Brittany smiled. "You know, catching up. It just feels great to have one of your old friends return after a long time."
Friends, huh. "I'll think about it, Brittany." Santana coldly answered.
"Come on, San. Please? I just want to know how you're doing." Brittany pleaded, with her ever-famous puppy-dog eyes. This immediately won the brunette over. There never came a time when Brittany had to ask once more after showing the Latina her sparkling blue eyes, and it proved to still be effective thirteen years later.
"Fine." She scolded herself for giving up so easily. "But I have to go home first to change, and then I'll meet you at-"
"Breadstix." Brittany said, finishing the brunette's sentence. Like we used to.
"Okay then. I better go. See you there."
"Bye, San." Brittany smiled, mentally congratulating herself for convincing Santana to have lunch with her. She wanted to ask for more, but she knew she couldn't be quick with everything. They still both had a lot of explaining to do, both from the past and the present. There were things left unsaid, and things that until now haven't been told. She figured she'd take things slow, instead of going at something right away and just have the bomb explode right in your face.
"Bye." Santana said, turning away from Brittany and walking in the opposite direction. She couldn't help but smile at the thought of having lunch with the blonde. Just like old times. Of course things were a bit different now... but how big of a difference could it be? Santana thought.