Wags and Kisses (A DogPark!Brittana One Shot in 3? Parts)
Heeeeeyyyyyy y’all. Remember when I was saying I wanted to write some more? Yeah, here it is. (Will be on FFF.net once it’s done here)
Santana should have known better than agreeing to babysit Quinn’s spoiled lap dog, Dolly.
She should have said no. She wanted to say no. She’d known Quinn and her wife, Mercedes, since they were all in high school, and Santana could say no to Quinn no problem. In fact, she relished it. Quinn was a proud woman, and since they’d started their law firm in the city almost a decade prior, they’d spent most of their days arguing. Over the last eight years they’d gone from a handful of lawyers and law clerks to a firm rocketing its way through the ranks. She made her living arguing, and spent a lot of that time arguing with Quinn. Getting to say no when Quinn asked anything was almost the highlight of her day.
But Quinn hadn’t asked her. Mercedes had.
The same Mercedes who’d been her best friend in high school. The same Mercedes who’d let her crash at her place in the city when she had nowhere else to go. The same Mercedes who’d encouraged her when law school was kicking her ass (meanwhile, of course, Quinn was on her third highly competitive internship in some international city). That same patient, kind, giving Mercedes, who very rarely asked her for anything, had to only look at her once, and make a request and she was stuck.
So, that’s how Santana found herself at the dog park twice a day for the past week, walking the ball of fluff that went by the name Dolly. Mercedes and Quinn were still pretending they didn’t want kids (though Santana was sure it would only be a matter of time), so Dolly was a stand-in until they figured out why they stopped every time a baby carriage went by, and it showed. Santana had never met a more pampered pooch, and the list Mercedes had given her as Quinn was trying to get them out the door so they wouldn’t miss their flight, was atrocious.