a/n - I had this come to me as I was sitting in the hot tub. possible two shot maybe three. Let me know what ya think. All mistakes are mine. Hope you like.
Disclaimer - I don't own Glee or any of the characters...just my own imagination.
The Masseuse and the Dancer
"Quinn, what time is it?" I asked, knowing full well that it wasn't time yet.
"S…Jeez, it's only ten minutes from the last time you asked. She's not here yet. You know she never gets here until 3:30." she answered me.
"I know, but fuck…why did my 2:00 have to cancel. Now, I have to sit around and wait acting like it's my first girl crush. It's not like she's even into women, let alone me." I bit back my frustration.
"Santana, how many times do I have to tell you, Mike told Tina, who told Mercedes, who told her boyfriend Sam who told Rachel who told me that she thinks you're sexy and hot. Now if that doesn't say I might be interested, then I don't know what does." Quinn tried to reason with me.
Reason….hah! There is no reason when it comes to my standing Friday 3:00 client. Brittany S. Pierce. That's how she introduced herself to me four months ago, and every Friday since, she has come in, taken her clothes off, let's me lather her up with oils and I massage her aching muscles. Quinn, my best friend since kindergarten, and I opened our own Salon and Spa. I specialized in facials and massages. Quinn did facials and foot rubs. We hired a few girls to take up the mani/pedi stations to make up the rest of the salon. This was a place to relax and feel good. Quinn and I went to school to specialize in massage therapy and other packages to help relax a person. It was by far the best thing Quinn has ever talked me into. With the exception of setting me up on a blind date with Demon Spawn from Hell Kitty. What the hell kind of name is Kitty? What a lost cause she was. That's when Brittany S. Pierce…..hottest dancer this side of the Hudson River, walked into our spa and my life. Everybody wanted her. Hell, I wanted her. But rumor was she wasn't into relationships and only had time for dancing, teaching dancing and dancing on Broadway. I didn't have a chance.
Or did I?
Every Friday, we would talk about everything. Our childhoods, our dreams, our mistakes. I thought we were at least friends. Every time I touched her skin, I could see goose bumps form on her body until I rubbed them away. Every time I touched her skin, I could see and feel the tingly feelings she gave me. How can someone as beautiful and friendly and sweet as her, not have a partner in life.
"What time is….." I started
"Jesus Fuck S…it's oooooh. It's 3:10. I'm sorry San. Maybe she's just running late." Quinn said hesitantly knowing my reaction.
"Q, she's never been late before. Either I am going to start worrying if she doesn't show in the next 5 minutes, or the phone will ring and I'll be getting stood up for the second time today." I spat back.
"San…she's only running late. If she wasn't going to make it, she'd call. Just like that one time a few months back when she had a late audition. Relax, hon. She'll be here." Quinn said, trying to calm me down.
"Okay, but I'm serious. If she doesn't show, I might as well kiss my evening as wasted and go get drunk." I fumed. I don't know why I was acting this way. Maybe because I psyched myself up to finally probably, possibly, absolutely maybe ask her out for coffee, drinks or maybe even dinner.
"Who's going to get drunk? I'll go!" a familiar voice sounded as the door opened and closed.
"Britt. Sorry, I didn't see you come in." I said finally looking into her disheveled look.
"That's okay. I just got here. Sorry I'm late. The taxi I was in decided to run a red light and we got into a small fender bender. So I jogged the rest of the way." the blonde dancing goddess explained.
"Oh my God, Brittany! Are you okay?" Quinn asked
"Yeah. Are you alright?" I asked, repeating Quinn.
"I'm okay. Just a bit frazzled. I hate being late. Plus, it totally ruined my good mood. I had something really special I wanted to do later, but now, I think I'm just too nervous now. Nevermind. Are you ready San. I think I need a deep muscle today." she rambled.
"Yeah Britt. You're room is all set up. If you'd like, I'll give ya' and extra half hour free." I reasoned, trying to make her feel better. I wonder what she had planned. Oh well, for her to know and me to never find out.
"Yay! That would be sooo great San. Thank you so much. You're the best." Brittany squealed.
I led Brittany back into my normal room and let her get changed. I already had her favorite scents and oils and music all set up and ready. I was just waiting on her. I knocked on the door to announce my presence and walked into the dimly lit room.
"Britt? You ready for me?" I asked, totally knowing that was a loaded question. Too bad I wasn't asking this from my bedroom instead of my massage table.
"Yeah, San. I'm ready. I really need this today." She frumped.
Normally, I start at her shoulders and work my way to her back, feet, legs, thighs, then back to her arms and shoulders. Today, I think I'll start at her feet, and work my way up. Also, we usually talk non-stop the entire time, but I let her set the pace and the topics we discuss. This time, though. We were silent. I was starting to worry about the blue eyed blonde beauty lying naked under a thin sheet.
"San? Can I ask you something. You can totally say no, but I was really hoping….Shit. I'm totally screwing this up. I'm sorry. Nevermind. You probably already have someone, something going on." Brittany started to ramble again.
"Britt. Hey. I know we only know each other from the spa and only for the last four months, but I feel as if we've known each other forever. You can ask me anything. I want you to know that." I tried to relax her more, working my way up her legs to her thighs. When my hand truly, accidentally on purpose, (possibly) slips and and I touch the inner thigh feeling her heat against my hand. Fuck! I hear her gasp softly. I try to play it off by continuing like nothing happened.
"Well, Iwas wondering, if maybe you would like to…I doubt you would cuz you're probably not even into that, but…." she paused, I guess trying to choose her words.
"Britt, I don't have someone or something to occupy me in anyway. I hope that helps you spit out what you are trying to say." I smiled softly as she turned her face to look at me.
"Well, first, I was wondering what you thought about me. I mean, Mike told me that Tina told him, that Mercedes to her from Sam that you were, uhm…that you were…" I interrupted her at that point.
"Yes, Britt. I'm gay. Out and proud. Quinn and Rachel are my best friends and I was in their wedding. Oh my God. Weren't you there? You were with Kurt Hummel. He designed Rachel's dress." I said, totally shocked that I remembered that.
"Yes, I was there. That's how I found out you and Quinn owned Oasis Paradise Spa. Kurt told me you were single and I couldn't believe him. So, he got you're number from his hubby Blaine and told me to make an appointment and find our for myself." she said blushing.
I kneel down in front of Brittany's face, grabbed a hold of her hand.
"Britt, I have been wanting to ask you out since the first day I saw you come in here. I don't know why I didn't try at the wedding. Probably to drunk and wasted to worry about anything. See, I was supposed to be there with a date, but I sort of got stood up and cheated on. So, you see, that's the story of my life. I get someone I think I can click with, I let down my guard, get close and get dumped. Via Text Message no less!" I spewed.
"Sorry, I shouldn't have brought that up. Yes, I'm gay and I'm single. But I'm also scared. I'm afraid that I'll be alone the rest of my life." I said somberly, starting to get back up, before I'm held back by a hand around my wrist.
"I would never do that to you San. You deserve the best. I would like to give you that, if you'd let me." she said honestly.
"I heard you weren't into relationships. Just dance, dance and more dance." I asked, hoping I didn't sound too harsh.
"That's only because I hadn't found the right person to share my life with. I'm hoping that I have found her in you." Brittany said, looking into my eyes, pressing her hand against my cheek and caressing it gently with her thumb.
Without a second thought, I closed my eyes and opened them again. Licked my lips, glanced at Britt's lips, closed my eyes again and leaned in. What seemed like hours, our lips finally met. They all say when you meet the one, you'll see fireworks in your kisses. Well, I didn't only see fireworks. I heard the God damned band playing. I saw my future life ahead of me. I saw white dresses and children. I felt my heart flutter and my stomach flip. I had found her. I had found my soul mate that I had almost given up on. After what seemed like minutes, but was mere seconds, I pulled away for air.
"Wow!" I announced as I gasped for air.
"Yeah, wow!" Britt repeated.
I couldn't help but stare at the woman lying naked under a sheet in front of me, wishing I could get up the nerve to remove the sheet and make sweet lady love to her.
"San. Kiss me again." she begged.
"Are you sure. I don't want to take advantage of…." I started, only to be pulled back down into a deep and passionate kiss.
I opened my mouth slightly to let out a moan that was itching to escape. With that small opening, Britt took advantage and slipped her tongue into my mouth. As our tongues started to dance with each other, Britt pulled me down on top of her.
"Britt. We shouldn't. Not here. I like you. A lot. But I want to do this right. Please, let me take you out on a date tomorrow and whatever happens from there happens. I want this to happen, but I want it to be special. You're special and you deserve to be treated special." I whispered quietly into her ear.
"Okay, San. And I like you a lot too. Like really a lot. Besides, I already think you are special. Pick me up at eight. Give me your phone and I'll put my number in it." She agreed.
"Oh, and Santana. Thank you for being so sweet and thoughtful." she beamed.
"My pleasure." I said, finishing the massage and letting her get dressed.
After letting her get dressed and cooled down, I walked back into my room and straight over to Brittany. I grabbed her hands with mine and pulled her to me. I gave her another kiss then pulled her flush into me for an embrace before we turned and left the room. A room that was full of magic for the both of us.
"See you tomorrow San. I'm looking forward to wining and dining you." Britt winked at me as she gave me a small peck on the lips and turned towards the door.
"Me too, B. Me too. See you tomorrow." I grinned wider than Garfield with a 6 pound plate of spaghetti in front of him.
I watched Brittany practically skipping down the sidewalk as she hailed a cab, got in, turned to me and waved, then left.
"Well, well, if that smile doesn't say you got the girl, I don't know what does. And what the hell was that kiss?" Q teased.
"She asked me if I was gay, then if I was single, then asked me out. But she was a little more wordy than that. I think she was almost embarrassed. Either way, I got the girl…or should I say, she gotz me!" I smirked. I got the girl, I got the girl everyone wanted and I wasn't going to let her go. EVER!