You Had Me at Hello
Summary: Britt has moved away, leaving Santana heartbroken and missing her. What happens when new girl Rachel Corcoran moves in B's old house w/ her mom Shelby? Will S let herself fall again?
*Italics is text messages
Chapter 1: Bitchitude
(Santana POV)
I was standing by my mailbox and a big white moving van pulled up in front of the house next door. I glanced over curiously but shrugged it off, my normal bitchitude showing through. Sighing, I opened the mailbox and took out the contents that were in it. Closing it, I shuffled through the pile. Finding what I was looking for, I began walking up the house. The letter I held in my hand was addressed to me…Santana F. Lopez, in the girly, loopy handwriting I've begun to love. The return address was marked Brittany S. Pierce with a smiley face. I had to grin at that. Brit has always been able to make my day.
My phone buzzed, notifying me that I had a new text message. I took it out of my pocket and read the message which said, S. You home? Cos there's this big moving van outside…looks like a new girl. No dad around, just a mom. Want me 2 check it out? –Q.
Q is Quinn Fabray, my best friend since kindergarten. Q and I rule our high school together, as co-head cheerleaders and HBIC's. Although I'm more of the hands-on HBIC and she's more of the schemer. It's not a pretty sight to get either of us mad, that's for sure. We've got each other's backs and that's what counts. I typed back quickly, I'm outside…u wanna come over and we can do the meet and greet 2gether?
My phone buzzed again and I checked her response. Yeah, sounds good. Do u want 2 keep her undetermined till school starts or give her a status right away? She asked.
I thought about it for a few seconds before sending a reply. I think we should place her but use the summer 2 really get 2 know her. U know. If she seems like she'll pass, we could use her…not 2 replace britt obvily cos no one can do that, but 2 have our untouchable trio back 2gether again.
"Hey, S." I heard my name get called. I turned around and saw Quinn coming down the steps of her house, which was on the right side of mine. The new girl was on the left. I nodded at her in acknowledgment. "Hey, Q. What's up?" I asked. She shrugged. "Not too much. The usual. Got back from a run a while ago. What about you?" She asked. "Same old same old. People watching. You know." I replied. "So, let's go do this thing." "Okay, sounds good." She said.
We walked over to where the girl and what we figured to be her mom was standing. Quinn stepped up, knowing that I don't really do nice on first impression, and said "Hi. I'm Quinn and this is Santana. We saw you just pull in and wanted to see if you needed any help and just to welcome you to the neighborhood." She said with a smile.
The older woman said "Thank you, girls. I'm Shelby Corcoran and this is my daughter, Rachel." I gave the girl a once-over and made my decision right there. We all shook hands and the younger girl said "so what grade are you guys in? You're in high school, right? William McKinley?"
We nodded and I said "Yeah. We're both sophomore's there. We can show you around and help you out, if you want." Quinn glanced at me but said "yeah. We're pretty popular around the school so if you need help or anything feel free to ask. We can show you the ropes and stuff."
Rachel smiled and said "Thanks. That really means a lot." "Rach, I'm going to go inside and tell the movers where to start putting stuff. You can stay here and talk to Quinn and Santana but I do want you to get your stuff in at some point today, please." Shelby interrupted.
Rachel glanced at her mother "okay, mom. I will."
"Nice meeting you, girls. I'm sure I'll be seeing you around." Shelby said to us. We nodded and she went inside.
"So, you guys want to go over to my house? We can sit on the front swing or something." I offered. "Sure, sounds good." Quinn said, and Rachel nodded in agreement.
"So, Rachel, tell us something about yourself, why don't you?" I asked, letting her know that she was going to have to work for my friendship. Quinn rolled her eyes. "Don't let her get to you, Rachel. Santana's…difficult, at times. I pouted, sticking my tongue out at her. "Well, I'll go then. I'm Quinn Fabray, co-head cheerleader at WMHS and co-HBIC, or Head Bitch in Charge. You mess with S you mess with me. And I'm in all AP's and in the Glee club because I like to sing and it's probably the best part of my day. Because I'm a dork like that. Once you gain my friendship and trust, you're stuck with me- I don't enjoy cutting people out of my life. Oh, and I love bacon." Quinn finished.
Rachel blinked and shook her head, trying to contain all of the information she had just been given. "That's cool…I guess I'll go then. I live with just my mom, my dad's a bit of a deadbeat. We moved from Manhattan, NYC. My mom's kind of a big deal there but once I hit high school she saw it was hard for me to make any real friends because of her fame and stuff, which is why we moved back to where she grew up." She said quickly. "I'm a singer as well, been performing all my life, and I'm in AP classes. I was also a cheerleader in my old school and am hoping to become a Cheerio at WMHS."
"Cool. So your mom is like a big deal on B'Way right?" I asked. Quinn glanced at me, surprised. "What? I know stuff." I said. Rachel nodded. "She's going to be working at Carmel High School and will be the coach of the Glee Club there, Vocal Adrenaline." She added. She looked over at me. "What about you, San? Is it okay that I call you that?" She asked. I nodded "If I can call you Rach, then sure." I said. Then I sighed. "Well, I'm basically that Q is but I'm not as obsessed with bacon but breadsticks. We need to take you to Breadstix! It's honestly the best restaurant ever. And you get free breadsticks, as many as you want. Mmmm…" I said dreamily, and then told Rachel about the time when I brought a wheelbarrow to Breadstix and demanded it to be filled with those wonderful sticks of bread. And I threatened to sue if they didn't comply. Just cos I can. "Hahahaha. S, you're almost drooling thinking about them." Quinn laughed. I stuck my tongue out at her. Rachel smiled.
Rachel looked impressed. "A whole wheelbarrow?" She asked. I nodded. "Yup!" Oh, and I have trust issues too, just so you know. You kind of have to earn my friendship and trust; I don't just easily give it to you. But I like you so far, so you're on the right track." I informed her. Quinn rolled her eyes. "You and your trust issues." I punched her arm lightly and she laughed.
Rachel shrugged indifferently. "That's fine. I'm sort of the opposite in a way, I guess. I'm a little too trusting and that tends to get me in trouble. At least, I'm a little too trusting to people who are my friends. I tend to let them in too quickly so that it hurts twice as much when they leave." She said. Quinn patted her shoulder sympathetically. After that, Rachel gave us her number and we gave her ours so we could contact each other easier.
We sat on that swing for another hour or so, just talking and getting to know each other better. We agreed that a Breadstix date was needed and told Rachel that we'd bring her on Friday at 8, as long as it was okay with her mom. It was only Wednesday and I was already beginning to crave my sticks. After that, Rachel said she had to go unpack her things so we split into our respective houses. I took the stack of mail in that I had almost forgotten about and put it on the table, taking my letter up to my room. I opened it, still missing Brittany but secretly happy that I had probably found a friend in Rachel.
"Dear S, I miss you so much. I know I'm here at dancing school in Chicago but it's not the same without you. I hope you're doing okay and not being sad that I'm not there. On the plus side, guess what my school's mascot is? DUCKS! Is that fate or what? Oh, and Mr. Tubbers misses you too. He read my diary again the other day and I think he got sad when he read about you. Poor kitty. But he deserves it for reading my diary. I think he might have started smoking again. I get mad when he does that. But, S. I wish you were here. I'm nervous to start school. I love dancing, but I'm afraid the other kids will laugh at me when they find out I'm not so smart. But I'll try to keep my head up, as you always tell me. I can shut them up with my dancing! Oh, say hi to all the other Glee kids for me. I think you'll like the girl who bought my house. She's really pretty. And nice. So be nice to her, I think she'll be good for you. I love you, S. You'll always be my best friend. I promise I'll visit soon. And you should come to Chicago and visit me at dance school sometimes! I love dancing for you S. It's always for you.
Love,
Brittany S. Pierce
Ps. Mr. Tubbers says hi!
I smiled sadly at Britt's letter. I love my blond dancer, I really do. We were romantically involved for freshman year until she moved. I really miss her a lot. She may not be the brightest in the classroom, but her dancing can light up any stage. And she's really observant socially and it's impossible to lie to her. I mean it. Like actually, impossible. She was the one person that I could never lie to and I always told my feelings to. I'm not a very…emotional person and I don't really do feelings (which is why I'm a bitch) so she was kind of my other half in that sense.
I sort of sat on my bed to reminisce for a while. After that, I took a shower and got into my pajamas. I texted Britt for a while and said goodnight to Quinn. I paused at Rachel's number and decided to shoot her a quick text because there was something different about her, something new. I texted her to welcome her to the neighborhood again and tell her goodnight. Then I rolled over and stared at the picture of me and Britt of when we went to the beach. Then I turned out the light and quickly fell asleep.
A/N: well, there was the first chapter! Hope you liked it, please R/R.