To say that I am distracted is putting things very lightly. My morning started off as usual with me prepping up the truck for another day of work until I realized I still had no idea what to do about the lunch date that I was supposed to have planned. It's not like I was thinking properly when I asked Brittany out last night. What, with her bright blue eyes, sweet smile and overall beautiful personality screwing up my thought processes.

The words just slipped out between my lips and in hindsight I realized I wasn't prepared for a date at all. Never mind a lunch break during a work day where I'd most likely be sweaty and smelling of cooked meats. But as always my mouth moves before my mind does and now I'm nervously checking the time as I fail to come up with any good ideas except eating out of my food truck.

Of course I don't find any traffic on my way to the parking lot and I curse my luck as I could have used the time stuck on the highway to come up with something special to do later on. I pull into the lot and turn into my old spot before I hit the brakes and sigh. No way could I take Brittany's slot again so I put my truck in reverse and back up into the spot I was originally delegated to.

Trying to put the thoughts of the pretty blonde to the back of my head I begin my prep work for the day like clockwork. I pull the prepared food out from the fridge and throw them on the grill to heat up while reaching for the container of vegetables I normally have stored. But I realized too late that I've forgotten to prep enough for the day and cursed myself for being distracted yet again by my own amorous feelings toward a certain ice cream vendor.

Not having the time to go out to the local market to buy more vegetables and unable to think of any other options, I suck up my pride and march over to the nauseating lime green vegan truck. The high screech singing coming from inside lets me know well in advance that the hobbit was inside working so I kick on the side of her truck as hard as possible and smile when I hear a surprised scream and resulting crash from within. A disheveled mop of hair pops out from behind the truck's window and I grin at unnerving the girl. My smile is short lived as I remembered what I really needed so I yell out to the person inside the truck.

"Hey, midget. Open up!"

"Santana, is that you? Are you out of your mind? You nearly scared me half to death!"

"Well next time I'll be sure to scare the rest of you into the grave then. Anyway I want to buy something from you."

"You? Buy something from me? Am I being punk'd?"

The munchkin's immediate change from shocked to camera ready startled me as I watch her begin to fix her hair and gloss her lips all while looking around. My incredulous nature must show on my face because her actions soon come to a stop and what looks like an annoyed Rachel soon replaces her earnest demeanor.

"So I guess Ashton isn't really hiding behind your truck, is he?"

"Rachel, do you really think there are cameras here?"

"No... but one can never be too sure. Besides the fact that you've never bought anything from me before and have actually made attempts to sabotage my business. Why should I serve you any of my food, Santana?"

"I don't want your nasty rabbit food, I just want to buy some veggies off of you. I know you have a bunch on the side for emergencies, even though I know you never end up using them since you don't even get that many customers, so I'm offering to buy them from you."

"And why should I sell to you? You've been nothing but mean to me since I arrived here. I don't think I need to help you at all."

Her sassiness is tempting me to slash her tires but I really need the greens today and I suppose I can bite the bullet for once. I do need the day to go over well so I can quickly figure out what to do for my lunch date with Brittany. Mustering every ounce of strength I have I beam the most convincing smile at the short girl in front of me before forcing out the words I need to get her to sell me her goods.

"Come on, it was all in good fun. I'm just kidding around."

"You threw water balloons filled with green paint at my windshield..."

"I was only helping you go green."

"You filled my fridge with dirt! Never mind how you got into my truck to begin with, do you know how hard it is to get dirt out of my hair?"

"Isn't that what you call organic though?"

"Oh yeah? Well what about the chickens you set loose in my truck? How is that even helpful?"

"They're free range?"

"I'm vegan!"

"Okay my bad, so my jokes were a bit too much. But think of it this way. If I buy a bulk of your produce today, you would have saved the cost of perhaps some of them rotting or becoming unusable days from now. From a business standpoint I'm saving you money and we all know we can use the bit of extra cash nowadays."

"You're going to have to do better than that, Santana."

Grumbling about unfair midget extortion prices I offer up twice the amount to buy the vegetables off of her. I see her troll eyes squinting at me and I thought I had finally purchased what I needed when she shakes her head no and I let out a frustrated grunt.

"God don't be such a sour puss, Rachel. I'm already offering to pay double what you paid for them at market. Just sell me the god damn greens and I'll leave you alone."

"No way, not with that attitude. I suggest you ask Noah or perhaps Mike would be willing to share some with you."

"Puck never has veggies, he thinks they cause cancer or some shit and Mike only has enough for his food."

"Santana, I don't understand why you need it so bad. I know you probably have enough left over from yesterday to be able to make it until after lunch time. I'm sure you can make a quick trip to the market then and come back before your next rush even begins."

"I can't...I'm busy."

"With what, pray tell?"

"That's none of your business, now come on, just sell me the damn vegetables!"

"Tell you what. I'll sell them to you for double the price and you have to buy one of my speciality salads every day for a month."

"2 weeks and you got a deal."

"Done, nice doing business with you, Santana!"

"Likewise, you overgrown gnome."

Grumbling about the unnecessary chatter that is going on inside the vegan truck I wait impatiently for the troll to pass me the sack of veggies so I can be on my way. When her tiny body finally lugs it towards me I slap the money down on her counter and lift the entire thing over my shoulder before flipping her off and returning to my truck.

Dropping the sack on the ground near the trucks back door I reach out to pull the door open before tossing the bag into the truck. To my dismay the bag that I had leaned against the truck is suddenly missing. Before I even have time to let loose a string of expletives a small sack goes sailing over my head and into the truck. I duck by instinct and scream bloody murder as my life flashes before my eyes at how close the bag narrowly misses my head.

"You look like you needed a little help."

"I don't need anyone's god damn help you son of a...Brittany?"

"Morning, Santana!"

"Umm, morning. What are you doing here?"

"Well, as it turns out the mechanics needed a little more time so I told them to just drive my truck straight here to the lot when they're done instead of going to pick it up. And I was kind of impatient to see you again."

"Me?"

"No, I meant Puck."

"Oh."

"No silly, I'm just kidding. Of course I wanted to see you. I was hoping maybe we can start our date early, if that's possible?"

Possible, what's possible? The date? But wait; weren't we supposed to meet for lunch? Is this considered a brunch date then? Hold on, am I even ready? Shit. I meant to stop Brittany from walking closer to me so that I can buy myself some time but she seemed to have already maneuvered herself past me and into my truck. I clamber in behind her to at least see what kind of early date she was expecting but I already find her talking to a customer at the window and I shut my mouth to listen in on their conversation.

"Hi, can I get the cheese…wait, who are you?"

"I'm Brittany and I'll be taking your order today!"

"Wait, aren't you the ice cream girl?"

"Yup!"

"You know how to make a quesadilla?"

"Well no, but-"

"Yeah, okay, never mind I think I'm feeling more in the mood for fried rice than quesadilla…"

I rush over just in the nick of time to spot my regular customer and call out to him just as he turns around to head over to Mike's truck. Smiling and apologizing for the mix up I quickly take his order and ask him about his day like I regularly do. I manage to sneak a peek at Brittany next to me and automatically feel horrible when I notice the frown and downcast eyes. Hoping to remedy that soon I move back to my station and throw the food on the grill as fast as possible before wrapping it up and passing it to my customer.

Feeling Brittany's eyes on me I smile and pat her shoulders affectionately before heading to one of my cabinets and rummaging around in the back for something. I hear her shuffle towards me and sigh loudly before speaking as I look around in the drawers.

"I'm sorry, Santana. I didn't know what I was doing and I shouldn't have forced myself on you like that. It was stupid and I could have hurt your business by not knowing how you worked. I probably shouldn't even be here. I'm probably just in the way. I mean, I can't even cut vegetables properly, what business do I have in the food industry, right?"

"Britt, you're not stupid and you have every right to do exactly what you want to do. You're chasing your dreams, isn't that the most important thing?"

"I know, but still. I mean that guy took one look at me and was totally put off. I know I'm not Hispanic but I guess it doesn't really matter to people when it comes to food, does it? I didn't realize the food business was so much harder than making sweets…"

"Don't worry about it, Britt. Some people just don't like to live outside of the box. That guy orders a cheese quesadilla every day at 11:45am sharp and hasn't changed his order once. I even offered to give him some freebies and he turned it down. Sometimes change scares people, I guess."

"Do I scare you, San?"

I pause in my search to think about what Brittany is asking me and it only takes me a second to smile and come up with an answer. I ignore the question for now and continue my search for the two items I thought would help us both out today. I hear the sound of sneakers squeaking behind me and I know I'm making Brittany more anxious by not answering but sometimes she's so cute that I can't help it. Finally finding what I was looking for I grab them and turn around but not before hiding them behind my back and smiling at the sad pout I see on Brittany's face.

"Turn around."

"What? Okay, wait I know I was being a bit-"

"Britt, can you please turn around? Just for a second."

"Okay…"

I wait until her back is directly in front of me before I reach out and wrap a well-worn apron around her waist. At first I feel her jump a little in surprise but I maneuver the material until the front is covering her long legs and wrap the tie ends twice around her hips before neatly tying a bow. Placing my hands on her waist I slowly spin her around, definitely enjoying the fact that I can use this time to admire her body and pay homage to a living reincarnation of Aphrodite. Totally not in a creepy way, of course.

The best part is definitely the surprise and ever-growing smile on Brittany's face as she squeals and pulls me into one of the tightest hugs I've ever been in. Not that I'm complaining of course. I laugh out loud when she swings me side to side as she excitedly says thank you a million times over. I let her enjoy her moment for a bit longer before patting her sides and telling her to calm down for a second. I tell her to look at the words printed on her apron and she laughs loudly at the writing etched across the front.

"Really, San? 'Kiss the cook and I'll kick you'. Where did you even get this?"

"My Grandma had it made for me. She noticed that a lot of guys were hitting on me instead of ordering food so she ordered it from somewhere and wore it as she shooed away all the pervy dudes."

"She sounds badass. I like her idea and I definitely like her style."

"I'm sure you do, Britt. Now for the pièce de résistance, your very own 'Abuelita's Cocina hat!' It's great for everyday wear and keeping your hair back, plus it's a fashion must when you work in my kitchen. Now there's no confusion in where you're working today."

"Ohh, are you suggesting I get to man the grill today, Santana?"

"You know what, Britt; we'll see how you do and if you get lucky, maybe I'll even teach you how to make that cheese quesadilla."

Her smile turns wily and she steps closer towards me as I watch wide-eyed when her face is only a few centimeters away from mine. Her blue eyes look me up and down before I feel something being snatched away from my hands. The sound of her giggling echoes in the truck as she fits the cap over her head and walks back over to the window to greet a new customer. She smiles and gives me a wink before yelling at me to get back to work because she has a new order.

I shake my head and laugh as she reads off the order as I make my way to the grill to make the food. Just as I am almost to the grill I feel a sharp slap on my rear and I turn around incredulously to see Brittany grinning cheekily at me. I say her name in surprise but she only laughs louder as she motions me back to the grill but not before leaving me feeling a little warm with her last comment.

"Just so you know, San. I always get lucky."

I almost forget that I have a lunch date with Brittany, what with my before lunch rush starting to pour in. Plus the new customers I garnered from just having Brittany at the window seemed to multiply as the minutes ticked by. I didn't even have a moment to stop and think except for the few times the lovely woman by my side came over to check up on me and wipe my sweaty brow. Yeah I know, sweating and smelling like grilled foods is totally sexy.

Half of me is excited and glad for the beautiful company and steady stream of customers and the other half is fretting about what to do when the crowd starts to thin out. I definitely have nothing planned and every single time I try to think of something I become so distracted I begin to mess up orders, burn food and overall just dismantle the entire ordered process of how I make my food. It also doesn't help that it's gotten so hot in the truck that Brittany has rolled up her pants and tied up the corner of her shirt into a knot, showing off that bare midriff every single time she calls to me.

My eyes gravitate to all the newly bared skin and I don't blame anyone but myself when my hand accidentally touches the hot grill. I was initially going for the spatula to the side but I must have miscalculated when Brittany leaned over and her shirt lifted up even more. I hiss loudly when I feel the hot surface and I pull my hand back quickly before shoving it under the faucet and turning on some cool water. The noises I make must have alerted Brittany to my predicament and she quickly fetches my first aid kit.

I see her rummage around for the burn cream and I suddenly have an odd sense of déjà vu as she pulls my hand away from the sink and pats it dry before putting the ointment onto the reddening skin. A piece of gauze and some tape is placed over it and I thank her again for helping me out. She chides me for being so clumsy and I stubbornly deny it by giving the excuse of sweat in my eye. The fib was as good as any but for some reason Brittany knew better and I shy away from her when she sternly calls for my attention.

"Santana."

"What? There really was sweat in my eyes, Britt. I couldn't see and I guess I just burned myself, it's not a big deal, you know?"

"I highly doubt your eyes were blocked by sweat, Santana. And it totally has nothing to do with you looking at me when you should be cooking."

"I don't know what you're talking about. How would you even know I was looking anyway?"

"Because I can. Why won't you just admit you were checking me out? It's all right, I don't mind at all. Actually look all you want but please be careful while cooking, okay?"

"Nuh uh, you can't prove that I'm checking you out, if that is what really happened. I was a bit clumsy, that's all, Britt."

"Are you saying I'm too ugly to check out?"

"What? No, of course not."

"You think I'm unattractive then, don't you?"

"No! That's not what I said! I mean you're totally hot and to be honest I'm surprised you're still here after how I treated you in the beginning. Even agreeing to go on a date with me is kind of mind-blowing to me because I don't even know what to do with a girl as pretty, beautiful, lovely, kind, generous and sexy as you. You're also cute as hell like when you were talking to that kid who had that bitch of a mom and she-"

"San."

"Yes?"

"How did you know I was talking to them if you weren't looking at me at that time?"

"I uh…you…I have supersonic hearing?"

"Yeah, that's totally believable.

"Can we just go back to work now?"

"Whatever you say, boss!"

Sighing loudly but unable to take the smile off my face I turn back to the grill and mentally buckle down to continue through the work day. It certainly didn't help that Brittany continued to wear her shirt up but I can't really complain so I go back to filling orders, only allowing myself to sneak a peek when she walks to my side to tell me what the next order is.

The minutes tick by and I only slightly char my fingertips a few times during the rush. I narrowly manage to escape cooking myself in the oven when I catch Brittany using the small amount of shirt she has to wipe sweat off her brow. Needless to say, I have a bump on my head the size of a golf ball but at least I didn't fall into the oven, right?

I check the clock quickly and take a gander outside to see that the line is dwindling so I relax a little bit and grab a Jarritos to pass to Brittany. She smiles at me when I tap her arm with it and I momentarily forget that once the rush is over I have to think about what to do for a lunch date. Should I cook her something to eat? No, that's lame. Buy her something from Mike, or even Puck? No, but wait, what does that say about my food then?

I'm glad I still have a few orders left to fill while I ponder over my dilemma. Should I take her out for a fancy lunch somewhere? But it's not like I can drive us both there in my taco truck to eat out. Or can I? Sounds kind of wanky too... No, that's too embarrassing. I can't do that. God, what am I going to do?

Mulling over it and aggressively grilling the meat seem to go hand in hand as I ferociously chop into the sizzling meats while stressing out about the date. I only notice something is happening when I hear Brittany's clear voice telling someone no. I turn around and I see her standing up and glaring down at a customer outside of the window.

"Sir, can you please just order?"

"Well, sweetheart. I'm not too sure. What do you suggest?"

"I suggest you pick a number from the menu."

"How about you give me your number instead?"

I charge my way up to the window and slam the window shut in his face before throwing down the 'sold out' sign effectively covering his ugly face. He bangs on the window a few times and screams for our attention but I yell that we're sold out and ignore his attempts to order again. He soon grows tired and I hear him walk away before peeking out from behind the sign to make sure he's gone.

What he clearly didn't know was that when someone puts up the 'sold out' sign too early, it's a clear indication that there is a problem customer and every food truck in the vicinity is notified. I chuckle when I see Mike refuse the guy service and giggle as Puck threatens him with a butcher's knife but I almost die laughing when even Berry ignores his attempts to buy lunch. I laugh so hard that it takes me more than a second to feel arms wrap around my waist and soft lips brush against my ears.

"You know I could have done that myself. But then again I really liked your knight in shining armor bit too. It was very cute, San."

"I'm not cute...and he was totally being rude. I reserve the right not to serve him any food."

"Right. And the fact that he was asking for my number has nothing to do with anything."

I was going to agree with her but a jumble of gurgling noises leave my throat instead as I feel her hands leave my hips and slide under my shirt. They roam around my stomach and my breath hitches when I feel one hand move up while the other begins to travel south. Her hands slide roughly against my body due to my sweat and I am about to apologize about being so gross when she speaks into my ear again.

"So about that date, Santana..."

"Yeah?"

"What are you planning to-"

An obnoxiously loud ringing begins to sound around us and we both shake free from the spell we seemed to have been under. Saved by the bell, I guess. Well, Brittany's cellphone ringtone to be exact. Her sultry voice suddenly turns into an annoyed huff and I feel one of her hands leave my body to fish for the offending noise maker. Her tone of voice when answering the phone would've been more amusing to me if her hand wasn't still lightly scratching my skin causing me to fidget in her loose embrace.

"Hello. Yes, this is she. It's almost here? And everything is fixed? He is? Okay, I'll wait out front for it. Thanks. Bye."

The hand on my body stills and I frown when I feel it leave my body entirely as Brittany steps back and I turn around in time to laugh at the annoyed look on her face. Guess I'm not the only one disappointed at the interruption. Her demeanor turns apologetic and I smile at the untimely interruption.

"Sorry. They're bringing my truck over here now and I have to go talk to them about stuff. I'm really sorry, San. Can I get a rain check on our date? I promise I'll make it up to you. I just have to figure out my truck business first, okay?"

"Yeah, of course! No problem. I'm glad you finally have your truck back and we can totally catch up another time. I mean we do practically see each other every day, right?"

"Still not enough."

"What?"

Brittany steps back into my personal space so quickly that I try to take a step back out of shock but her hand immediately places itself on my back and holds me still. Her close proximity shocks me for a second until she places her forehead on mine and stares directly at me. Of course my mouth decides to speak before my brain can catch up to it again so the next sentences past my lips aren't exactly smooth.

"Don't kiss me. My face is too oily and sweaty right now."

"And what makes you think I care about that, hmm?"

"Brittany..."

I'm probably imagining things but time just seemed to slow down as I watch her get closer and closer. The smirk she was sporting on her face seemed to dissolve as she tilts her head lower and I swear my heart skipped a beat as I watch her close her eyes and lean further in. My own eyelids close automatically as I wait for the feel of soft lips and the general euphoria of being able to finally kiss her.

Too bad I only get several loud honks and the sound of Brittany cursing underneath her breath. I look up to see her walk away from me and towards the window, peeking out past the sign and being annoyed at what most likely is her truck pulling into the lot. I chuckle at the timing yet again but naturally agree with Brittany when she curses at the world for interrupting her yet again.

"I can't believe this. It's like the second time already! I'm never that unlucky."

"Sometimes luck has nothing to do with it, Britt. Now go on then, silly girl. The mechanic is probably annoyed already that you weren't there to get your truck."

"Ugh fine. But this is not over, San! I will have my kiss, one way or another. Mark my words!"

The back door was already flying open as Brittany jumps out then turns around to blow me a kiss before sprinting to her unicorn truck. I laugh out loud at her antics as I watch her run across the parking lot towards the surly looking mechanic standing by her truck. I watch her apologize before going over the details with the man.

Taking this as my cue to get back to work I take the sign off the window and begin to prep for the after work crowd. I may not have had the chance to think of anything for my date with Brittany but at least now I have a bit of time to plan something out. I've been busy with the truck and cooking that I can hardly remember what I did on my last date so really I have no ideas.

My thoughts are interrupted by the loud but joyous melody of a certain woman's ice cream truck and I turn around to see Brittany walking around inside her vehicle. She must be checking out all equipment to make sure everything is in working order. Glad that her truck problems have been fixed, I turn back to prepping my food.

A couple of hours go by as I continue to work mindful of the ice cream truck across the lot from me. Sometimes I would feel the loss of Brittany being near me when a customer would order their meal and I look across to see her moving around steadily within her truck. I smile at her when she catches me staring and we exchange silly faces at times.

Suffice to say I actually feel the weight of my loneliness without her near me. It's an odd feeling really because I've never felt it before when I was working by myself but Brittany's presence seemed to have cemented into my life and now my days just seem long and boring.

A loud knock at my window surprises me and my eyes land on a guy with a messy crop of blond hair paired with froggy lips waving at me. Wondering why Brittany's decidedly fish-lipped cousin wanted my attention I turned down the heat on the grill before walking to the window.

"Hi, you must be Santana!"

"Yeah. What's up?"

"I'm Sam. You know, Brittany's cousin?"

"Okay, so what do you want?"

"Britt did say you were a bit grouchy."

"What did you say, guppy face?"

"Nothing! I just wanted to get something for me and Britt to eat. I came here to drop off some of her ice cream to restock her truck with and I got hungry so she said I should come over here to see you."

"Brittany didn't eat yet?"

"No, she's been checking on the truck and stuff. I'm pretty hungry too after unloading all her ice cream boxes."

"That woman...she should have said she was hungry earlier! How can she even run on an empty stomach?"

"I don't know but hey I'm kind of starving so..."

"Keep your pants on, fish face. I'll make you something too."

I don't know what it is but I just can't help but be annoyed with the man. Turning around and hurriedly putting together a meal for the lovely ice cream lady and her trouty mouthed cousin I think back to the time when I first met the woman. I remember a blur of resentment and jealousy for the woman who seemed to make it so easily while I suffered and slaved for years to achieve popularity with customers. But somewhere along the way I changed and work became my number one priority. What I thought was going to be fun and meaningful turned into a long line of forgetful days at work and lonely nights at home. It was definitely time for a change and I know just the person to help me kick start my life again. I finish and plate both dishes for Brittany and her cousin before remembering to also grab a bottle of Jarritos to go along with it.

"Here you go, fish face. This one's for you and the one with the drink is for Brittany. You look kind of clumsy so be careful bringing it to her, okay?"

"I'm not sure if I should be offended or not but thanks for the food. Oh, but something came up actually so I have to run now but do you mind bringing Britt her food for me instead? Okay? Cool, thanks, bye! Thanks again!"

The man is already running down the lot with his takeout before I can protest as I watch him sprint down the street but not before turning around and giving me one of the goofiest winks I've seen in my life. Brittany's family clearly isn't one for subtlety I guess. I sigh and hold onto Brittany's share of the food while looking out at the woman who seems to have gotten straight back to business selling her ice cream. Guess I shouldn't keep her waiting; I don't exactly want to be bothering her while she's trying to work. Planning to drop things off and come back to my truck as soon as possible I hop out of the back door and jog over to Brittany's brightly colored unicorn truck.

A few children waiting for their ice cream eye me curiously and I smile at them as I pass on by and head straight for her truck's window. I knock on the screen a few times and finally her head pops out and she beams at me when I hold up the plate of food. I try to pass it to her through the window but she shakes her head and points me to the side door instead and motions for me to come inside. I try to protest but she seemed to be having none of it as she shoos me away and ignores me in favor of a chubby kid who rather greedily orders three popsicles for himself. Shaking my head at being ignored I decide to hop into the truck to leave her food on a counter somewhere so whenever she has time she can sit down and eat in her truck. What I don't account for is her attempt to hold me hostage in her vehicle.

"Hey, Britt. I made you a carne asada burrito, I'm just going to leave it here with the Jarrito by the-"

"Wait! Don't go yet, San. Just give me a minute to finish up with these kids and I'll be right with you."

"Oh no, you don't have to do that. You look really busy and I don't want to get in your way."

"You're totally not bothering me; now pass me that grape T-Rex popsicle on your left."

"Oh so you're making me help you then?"

"That's right! Now be a dear and pass me 3 cherry velociraptors also please."

I watch as she happily interacts with the children and their parents and I start to see why she gave up the office life for a job like this. There really isn't anything like the look of happy customers and the overwhelming sense of accomplishment when you do your job well done. I pass her the frozen popsicles when she asks for them and I can't help but notice the ease and joy Brittany seems to have at her job. It doesn't even seem like she's at work anymore and I don't know whether to feel jealous or try to adopt that sense of work ethic into my life. I must have been staring at her for longer than I intended because the next thing I feel is a warm hand coupled with a cold popsicle next to my cheeks.

"Earth to space Cadet San, do you read me?"

"You're such a goofball, Brittany."

"Only when I'm around you, Santana. Here, try my new flavor, chocolate banana split pterodactyl. See if you like it."

Intrigued by the flavor and Brittany's eager face I try her newest creation and am pleasantly surprised to find the mix of cold and sweet so well put together. The chocolate really takes the cake as I enjoy the entire popsicle until there is nothing but the stick left. I am slightly disappointed however when I don't find any cute writing or sweet anecdotes on the stick but I don't let it bother me as I'm about to tell Brittany that her newest flavor is deliciously awesome.

"Wow, Britt. This is really good! Who would've thought eating a flying dinosaur would be so tasty?"

"You really like it? It's not too sweet?"

"No not at all, I love it! It's fantastic, plus I do kind of have a sweet tooth sometimes so this is perfect and I really think you're onto something here. You clearly know what flavors to use and your customer base is extremely loyal. I can see why you quit working at the factory. You're talented, funny, cute and make awesome dinosaur shaped popsicles!"

After my flattering spiel my face is suddenly pulled towards her and I stumble a little but Brittany catches me easily within her arms and proceeds to kiss me senseless. I take a moment to register that her soft lips are eagerly trying to move mine so I drop everything that I'm doing and press her as close to my body as possible. I fit seamlessly against her and relish in the way her soft fingers gently massage my scalp as she continues to kiss me. This is definitely going in the list of top ten best kisses I've had in my life. It's a good thing the kids can't see us inside her truck because their parents probably wouldn't like the fact that I was making out heavily with their ice cream lady. Too bad for those pipsqueaks because Brittany is all mine. And vice versa considering Brittany's hands have now taken it upon themselves to grab every inch of my ass.

The best thing about this kiss is the sweet mixture of my ice cream from before and whatever Brittany must have eaten before I came over. Coupled with her talented tongue I am just putty in her hands as we continue to kiss and suck until the lack of air breaks us apart. Even then we are only a few inches away from each other while pecking at each other's lips and catching our breath. I wait a few seconds before slowly going back to kiss her softly this time and making sure to voice my pleasure when she kneads the muscles in my back. We only break apart when she breaks out in giggles and her smile must be infectious because I can't help but laugh along and kiss her on the nose.

"Well that just ruined every kiss I've ever had in my life. Now how will I ever get kisses like that from now on?"

"With me of course, you're stuck with me now for life Santana!"

"You are just too cute, Britt."

"Well you're not so bad yourself, San. But I have a confession. I'm sorry if I startled you before but I've wanted to kiss you since I first saw you and I totally wanted to wait until we had our date so I can walk you home and then have a great first kiss on your stoop but I just couldn't help myself. Sorry."

"No apology needed, you can kiss me whenever, where ever. And since we're on the topic of confession, I have to admit that I kind of freaked and didn't really plan anything for our date so I'm sorry too."

"Well I guess we're both sorry then, right? In that case, do I get a sorry kiss?"

I laugh and proceed to kiss the hell of the ice cream lady again because who am I kidding; she's the best thing to happen to me since guacamole became popular with the hipsters. I don't even know how long we've been making out but I suddenly feel her whispering something against my lips and I pull back a little to hear her better.

"Fire..."

"Well thanks Britt, I know I'm all kinds of smoking hot and sexy. People don't call me 'caliente' for no reason."

"No, Santana. Your truck's on fire!"

Shit.

Epilogue

"Order number 18, pick up!"

"Got it boss!"

Trusting the plate of food to the new kid I hired I place it on the counter and turn back to the grill to work on my next order. Business has definitely been picking up now that word is out about my new place. Not that I don't think about my truck every now and again but there really isn't anything like opening up your own restaurant. I still reminisce about the days of loading up the truck and driving it to the parking lot but that's long gone and I'm more than happy where I am now. Years have passed since the fateful day my food truck went up in flames and my life has changed drastically since meeting Brittany. Our lives are now forever entwined as we go through the ups and downs of daily life together and I've never been happier. All my dreams have come true and I wouldn't have changed any of the events that led up to my life now.

I hear someone holler outside the kitchen door and figure one of my waiters must have done something wrong again. Not having any time to check on the stupidity of my staff at the moment I continue to work on the orders coming in and make a mental note to deal with the nuisance later. What I didn't expect is for my beautiful and heavily pregnant wife to come barging into the kitchen looking ready to murder the next person she sees. I don't know whether to be scared or really aroused at this point so I settle for in between and tread carefully towards her.

"Brittany?"

"I can't take this anymore Santana! That deli across the street sucks! I wanted a turkey sandwich but then I wanted something sweet so I grabbed an ice cream bar and told the man to put them together. Can you believe he told me no? The nerve of him! I paid for both of them so why can't he just put them together in a sandwich for me? Is making a turkey ice cream sandwich that hard?"

"Babe you need to calm down..."

"No, you calm down! I didn't want to bother you at work because I know you're busy so I went to the place across the street but now I'm really hungry and you aren't helping; why did I even marry you?"

"Britt, I know you're upset and hungry so you don't mean that but you need to calm down okay? Its not healthy for you or the baby and I really wish you would stop coming into the kitchen. You know how dangerous it is in here and we talked about this remember?"

"Why? Why can't I come in here? I mean I own half the place don't I? The insurance you received from your burned down truck wasn't enough to put a down payment on this place so I sold mine and now we own this restaurant together. I can do as I please so step aside so I can fix myself a snack already."

"My love, be reasonable..."

"Don't my love me, San. Right now your wife is starving and your baby is kicking up a storm so either make me my turkey ice cream sandwich or-"

Kissing her was definitely a smart idea but the best one was chewing off one of Brittany's signature dinosaur popsicles before pulling her against me and kissing the hell out of my wife. The loud moan she emits into my mouth makes me smile knowingly as my ploy to distract her has worked again. Brittany's always had a sweet tooth but ever since we found out she was pregnant it seems to have gotten worse along with her mood swings. So far the only thing that seems to work is mixing her two favorite things in the world, me and ice cream.

"I'm mad at you but you're still so hot..."

"I know Britt Britt, isn't that why you married me?"

"Maybe. Or maybe I married you so I can have a chef as a wifey, you know, one that will make me a turkey ice cream sandwich?"

"Yes dear, one gross sandwich coming up!"

"Love you!"

Laughing and watching my wife move off into the corner where my stash of chips and candy are hidden only reminds me what an interesting life I have. Minus the feeling of cold turkey slices mixed in with ice cream I can't help but feel blessed that I get to share my life with someone as loving as Brittany and our soon to be plus one. I take a second to look over at Brittany and catch her popping M&M's into her mouth while watching me put together her food. She smiles before blowing me a kiss and I laugh out loud again at how sweet and silly my lovely wife is. Deciding that the sandwich is as gross as I can make it I bring it over to her and grimace as she tastes a bite out of it and lets out one of the most satisfying groans I've ever heard since our honeymoon.

"That good huh?"

"Aw no need to be jealous of a sandwich San, me and the baby both love you equally."

"Speaking of baby, do we have a name for her yet?"

"Not sure. I still think Pomegranate would be a great name since we can call her Pom Pom for short."

"We're not naming our daughter after a fruit Britt, it's already been done and it's still not cute."

"Well she has us for parents so she will be fine in the cute department, I mean let's be serious, have you seen us?"

Chuckling and thankful that my silly wife has finally finished her sandwich I pull her towards our office while signaling to my sous chef to hold down the fort. I pull a bottle of Jarritos from the fridge and pass it to Brittany knowing she probably wanted something even sweeter to wash the food down. At least it'll mask the taste of the turkey and ice cream which I am thankful for because I totally want to get my mack on right now. There really isn't anything better than my happy wife after satisfying her cravings. So hell yes I'm going to take advantage of her good mood now and kiss her until I can't kiss her anymore.

Sitting Brittany in the large office chair behind our desk I climb on top of her, mindful of our precious cargo in between us and begin to kiss every patch of skin I can find. I smile when I feel her hands slowly reach behind my neck to pull me towards her face instead. Eager to please and enjoy this moment of happiness I press into her soft body and kiss her like it was our wedding all over again. I slide my hands up over her stomach and gently rub the area, feeling the small nudges and kicks that our little baby seems to love doing.

"Santana..."

"Less talking more macking..."

"But babe, we haven't even finished our discussion about the baby's name and oh my god do that again!"

"Mmhmm...well how about Cinnamon? Sort of spicy and has a small kick to it, just like our baby girl."

"We can't name her that! How about Maple? Like maple syrup?"

"I know we decided to name her something food or kitchen related but maple syrup seems kind of out there. Well we can name her Honey I guess. I bet she's bound to be just as sweet as you Britt."

"Aww you're so cute San. I knew I married you for a reason!"

"Ouch. Guess you aren't as sweet as I thought you were..."

"Don't be like that San, I'm just teasing. Besides you know I'm the sweetest of them all, I'm totally-"

"Hm, totally what?"

"I got it. How about we name her Sugar. That way you can have both sweet and sugar in your life. Do you like it?"

"Sugar? Hm, it's not bad. Sugar it is then!"

I continue to kiss my wife until I take a look at the clock and notice how much time have passed. Not willing to give up family time just yet I scoot away from the chair and kneel on the floor instead. Laying my head on Brittany's belly I feel a series of sharp kicks and I laugh in joy at my daughter's enthusiasm. Not wanting the baby to kick any harder I hum her a lullaby and rub the side of my wife's stomach until she settles down and I just look up at the most beautiful woman I've ever met before pressing a soft kiss against her lips and then one on her tummy.

"I can't wait to meet you baby Sugar. I bet you'll be just as sugary sweet as your mom."

THE END

A/N: This is going to be bittersweet so be warned. First I apologize for being so tardy with my updates. I know its been months since the last one and I'm really sorry about that. I hope you all can forgive me and a great big thank you to everyone for reading and reviewing this story. It's definitely been interesting and fun to write it and I hope you've all enjoyed it. I'm definitely still working on Sky High so stayed tuned for that one. Dulces was always meant to be short, sweet and funny so I'm glad you all have enjoyed it until the end.

Second, in light of recent events I just want to say that I was bit apprehensive about updating this chapter at this time. I didn't want it to come off as planned or intentional and I certainly don't mean for it to be some sort of commemoration or dedication to an actor that deserves more than that. I'd much rather thank the man for everything he's done for the show and for the millions of lives he's touched. If not for him and the show I would not be freely writing stories and reading the works of so many wonderful authors.

So thank you Cory Monteith. Thank you for being the goofy, funny, laughable and kind man that you are. Thank you for bringing such joy and happiness to a show that still pulls at our heart strings. Thank you for showing us that its okay to laugh at ourselves sometimes. Thank you for being human and admitting your mistakes but also striving to overcome them. Thank you Cory for being you. You will be dearly missed and the world is not the same without you. Keep on drumming where ever you are.