Oh shit, they're coming. I need to make a break for it.
Santana ran around the street's corner while gasping for air. Her feet carried her as fast as they could and her heart pounded in her chest as hard as it could. Since it was past midnight, there weren't many stores open to run into. There was a bright light still on in a small structure on the other corner. It had a sign, but she wasn't going to waste her time reading it.
She quickly opened the door, making sure no one saw her. She hid behind the curtain, but peeked out to check if they lost her. Abruptly, she locked the door and tried catching her breath.
Santana knew she shouldn't have beat up that girl in the club, but she had no other choice! She splashed her drink in her face after she cussed her out. "Your right leg misses your left leg, slut." Santana spat at her and then it went down in history from there. Then, Santana found out she had a gang backing her up while she had no one. Quinn and Rachel were drunkily making out while Mercedes and Tina were with some guys who they probably didn't even know the names of.
She heard music coming from upstairs so Santana slowly tip toed her way up. Her big brown eyes widened at the sight of a tall blonde who was pouring her soul into a hip hop dance. She rolled her body and had her eyes closed, seeming like she didn't want to see herself in the surrounding mirrors. She leaned against the doorway, shocked at how graceful she was.
Once the song ended, she opened her eyes when Santana clapped her hands together loudly. She turned around with the most confused look on her face.
"Um, thank you?" her blue eyes gazed their way towards her.
Santana straightened up and realized that she had no clue who she was.
"Oh my God, I am so sorry," she began. "I was being chased and then I saw your door was open, so I just came in. I'm not any pyscho maniac or anything, I swear."
Her bubbly giggle filled the air and it made Santana's lips curl up into a smile.
"It's fine, I guess forgetting to lock the door was a good thing for you," she took a sip from her water bottle. "and me," she winked.
"I'm Santana, by the way," the Latina looked around the studio.
"Brittany," she smiled. "Where are you from?"
"I have an apartment down the block on Beacon Street, but originally from Lima, Ohio," Santana smiled at her. Something about those eyes made her forget about what happened. "And you?"
"This is my apartment, but I hold dancing classes to help me keep up with rent. I'm originally a Bostonian," the blonde dancer smiled.
"I definitely know how you feel! Rent is hard to keep up with these days," her iPhone vibrated and a text appeared on the screen.
Mercedes: Where you at snix? These guys are trying to get up in Tina and I's grills.
Brittany gave Santana a look, basically asking her what was going on.
"Drunk texting," she answered her and smiled softly.
She nodded, "I know I don't know you and all, but you're welcome to stay here, I get really bored at night."
The way she looked so serious, but cheerful at the same time made Santana laugh.
"That actually sounds like a good deal, I get to crash here and keep you entertained at the same time, I just have to get to class in the morning,"
Brittany let out another giggle, "So you'll stay? And me too! Where do you go?"
"Yeah I guess I'll stay, and Boston University. I'm guessing you go to Berklee?" she smiled at her and unstrapped her tall stilettos.
"How'd you know?"
"By the way you danced earlier, it was so.. beautiful."
"Oh, well yeah, I go to Berklee," she lead her to the apartment part of the building. Brittany brought Santana to her bedroom to throw her a pair of baggy Berklee sweatpants and a T-shirt.
Her bedroom was a light shade of pink with a dash of purple. She had a CD case filled with different genres, but mostly pop and hip-hop. There was a desk piled with textbooks and floating papers. What really caught Santana's eye was her board that was pinned with all sorts of pictures. They all looked like they were professionally taken.
"Wow, did you take these?" she pointed to the board.
"Yeah, I like taking pictures," Brittany sheepishly grinned. "The bathrooms over there if you want to change," she pointed her finger towards a small room that was the same color as her bedroom.
"Okay thanks, but could you unzip my dress?" Santana flushed, kind of embarassed to ask her to.
She barely knows you Santana! Why the hell would you ask her to unzip your dress?
"Oh yeah sure!" she brightly exclaimed and ran over to help with her dress.
"Thanks," Santana murmured and went into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. She took out her phone and replied to Mercedes.
Long story, I'll see you tomorrow, good luck getting your drunk asses home without me! -Auntie Snix
Santana fought her way out of her small dress. It was hot pink and blended in with her normal tan. She pulled the sweatpants over her smooth legs and threw the shirt over her head. Brittany had make-up cloths on the counter so she used one and looked at herself in the mirror.
Wow, you got chased out of the club and ended up with a hot chick whose got moves. Good job Santana, she thought and smiled at herself. She cleaned up the bathroom and unlocked the door, making her way back into the bedroom.
The flawless blonde was sitting at the edge of the bed, petting a fat cat.
"Santana, this is Lord Tubbington," she smiled and stroked the cat's fur.
"Hi Lord Tubbington," Santana scrunched her face, forcing herself not to laugh. Everything about this girl was dorky, but somehow intrigued her to learn more about the dancer. She was a city girl, living out her dream of dancing and still managed to catch Santana's eye.
She pushed the cat off lightly and pat a spot on her bed.
"So tell me more about you," she smiled and sat cross-legged.
"Well, what would you like to know about good, old me?" Santana laughed and sat across from her.
"Absolutely anything,"
Santana started off with high school life because middle school was beyond a waste of time to her. She told her how she was a popular cheerleader with a bitchy attitude. She added on by telling her how insecure she was about herself back then because she was a closet lesbian in high school.
Brittany's blue eyes shot open when she said 'lesbian'. She cut her off by telling her how she was one, too.
Santana finished up by telling her how she was talked about behind her back and bullied because of that, but she joined Glee club, and they were like family. She found it really sweet that Santana's Glee club family stuck together and supported her the whole time.
"I don't see what there is to bully about you," she looked into her eyes. "I don't mean to sound like I'm hitting on you, but your really pretty and adorable."
Santana's cheeks flushed a bright red, but Brittany looked to tired to notice.
"What about college? How is it there?" she asked.
"It's so much better because I have all of my friends with me and I found so many people like myself. I major in the music industry, so we all blend together," Santana layed back a little.
"That's so cool! So you can sing pretty well then?" her energy returned.
"I'm alright I guess," Santana laughed at how she was paying attention so closely. "So tell me about you."
Brittany went on to tell her about how she went to catholic school all her life and how she hated it because everyone made fun of her for being different. She told her about how dancing was like an escape for her, a different world that she went to when she was so down. She continued and told Santana all about how her parents pulled her away from that area of the city and moved. Brittany exclaimed how much happier she was and how her passion for dancing just keeps increasing.
The Latina layed there and listened to every word she said. Life must've been hard for her.
"Wow, so dancing basically saved you?" Santana asked her at the end.
"Pretty much," the blonde dancer yawned and smiled at her. "Thanks for entertaining me tonight."
She looked so cute yawning like that.
"Anytime you need an entertainer, I'm here," she whispered and climbed under the covers. Brittany layed down next to her and once her head hit the pillow, she dozed off into a peaceful sleep. A few minutes later, Santana followed her.
Hey guys! So basically I got this idea in my head and I wanted to put Santana and Brittany in college and they never met but still manage to fall in love with each other. I want to continue because I have a good idea of how I want this story to go but I need you to REVIEW! Hope you liked it so far(: