Won't You Come On Over? [rl w/Brittany]

[lebanese]

There was a sudden flurry of movement across the upper level of the Lopez house. The door to Santana's room burst open without warning, and she emerged wearing only a towel. Frantically taking the stairs down two at a time, she was just quick enough to skid into the laundry room and change into a fresh set of clothes before the doorbell rang, indicating Brittany's arrival.

With still dripping hair, she padded her way barefoot across the carpet to the front room (leaving a noticeable trail in her wake). "Coming," she promised, while clumsily releasing the deadbolt and unlocking the door. And so it was with a disheveled appearance and somewhat out-of-breath wheeze that she greeted the blond: "Hey."

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I liiiiiive!

[pettedasnake.livejournal.com]

The blond didn't seem too disturbed that she'd had to wait the few moments, not that she would've noticed it in the first place. Time was a very relative thing if you were Brittany. Beaming a warm smile at her friend, she leaned in for a quick hug.

"... you're wet."

You doooo! This is a v. good thing :D

[lebanese]

"Just got out of the shower," Santana informed the other, closing and re-locking the door behind them. "Here, B, give me your stuff," she added as they pulled out of the hug, reaching a hand out as an offer for Brittany's bag. "I can run it upstairs real quick."

It is!

[pettedasnake.livejournal.com]

"I figured. There's no puddles in the yard."

As usual, Brittany's Brittany. Still smiling, she hands over her bag.

[lebanese]

A smile of particular endearment slipped briefly across Santana's face at Brittany's usual brand of random. Silently accepting the bag, she heaved it over her shoulder and took the stairs up to her bedroom in a hurry, eager to be rid of the formalities of the visit and get her cuddle on.