"Brittany?? Can you wake up honey?? Please." Santana's voice rang out, taking on a sweet tone for once, as she bent over the blonde girl, tangled up in the sheets. It was Valentines Day, and and the twenty-five year old had decorated the apartment for the other twenty-five year old she lived with. Red hearts hung from the ceiling, cute little notes were stuck everywhere, and a few presents were stacked on the coffee table. Santana bent over the blonde girl, once more. "Britt, seriously, I've let you sleep in enough." Santana got up and left the bedroom, adjusting her top. Santana was wearing a tight grey singlet top, the top of red lacy bra and she had paired it with a pair of ripped denim short shorts,and no shoes for now. Santana liked to show off, especially her chest.
Santana went back to the kitchen, and to her horror, the heart shaped pancakes she had spent ages making, were not on the plate anymore. A scowl was placed on the girl's face, untill she was Brittany's puppy dog jump up at her. The dog, which Brittany had named, and Santana had not remembered the name of at this moment in time, had eaten the pancakes. They weren't very good, but she wanted to show Britt that she tried. Now she had no proof. Santana scowled and went into the bedroom, sitting on the bed. Brittany had gone off to have a shower, so Santana waited for her to come back. It really tested her patience, as she had very little, so when the blonde reappeared, fully clothed and looking pretty -as usual, Santana was relieved.
"I made you really cool heart shaped pancakes, but they weren't very nice, because I can't cook, but I wanted to try, and then they were eaten by your gorgeous little puppy dog." Santana whined, kicking the sheet away from her feet. "Britt. Are you listening?" Santana snapped. Looks like she was being her usual self again.
