Hey Guys; I'm not great at writing stories, but I thought I'd give it a shot. There's no harm in trying, right? I'm always looking for constructive criticism Even if it is "Stop writing" ;)
- PoisonedRedApples or P.R.A for short :')
P.s: I will be writing it from all four of the characters P.O.V's. There will be an equal amount of Brittana, and the other mystery pairing ;) I also like conversations between characters, so you'll notice that.
Title: The Search Is Over.
Summary: When Rachel and Santana put out an advertisement for two new roommates, they get a lot more than they bargained for. Will the new roommates just want friendship, or something a little more?
Rating: T. Come on, it does have Santana in it ;)
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, or any of the characters used in this story. If i did Brittana, Faberry, and Klaine would be the main characters.
(Santana P.O.V)
"Come on San, it'll be fun, and we could use the extra rent money!" Rachel whined, putting on her best puppy dog eyes.
For the last half an hour, Rachel had been trying to convince me that bringing a new room mate or two into our spacious apartment was a good idea. I had nothing against the idea, except the fact that we wouldn't know the room mates, and these days you never know if a person is a psycho, a killer, or just normal.
"Rachel, no, and that's my final answer." I said through gritted teeth.
"But, I've already put an advertisement on-" Rachel whispered looking at her feet, before I interrupted her.
"You did what?!"
"I thought you would say yes. I'm sorry San, i can tell all of the people interested that we've found two people already?" Rachel offered, looking extremely guilty.
"Wait, how many people are interested?" I inquired.
"I've had 2 calls, and 3 emails about it already." Rachel said grinning.
"I suppose we could talk to a few of the potential roommates, and get a feel for them?" I sighed.
"Really?" Rachel screamed.
I just nodded, not having anything else to say on the matter. I knew later on I'd regret this decision, but on the bright side, i get a choice in who shares my apartment with us.
As I'm about to turn over to my favorite show, One Tree Hill, I see Rachel run through the door carrying a few brown bags. She places them on the table with her keys, and collapses onto my lap.
"Aw, is baby Berry tired?" I coo in a baby voice, as i pinch her cheek.
"Shut up Santana." She mumbles already half asleep.
I just laugh and switch the TV on, thinking about the upcoming events that are going to be playing out this afternoon. Can i really deal with not one, but two new people in my life? Ever since i left Lima, I've had trouble letting anyone else in.
-Flashback.-
"Mami, Papi, i have something i need to talk to you both about." I say in a determined voice.
"Can it wait until later Santana? I'm very busy." My father replied.
"No Papi, it cannot wait until later." I say back forcefully.
"Well spit it out, we don't have all day." Alejandro, my father, says with a hard look on his face.
"Mami, Papi, a few months ago i met an absolutely amazing person. They make everyday so much better, and i couldn't imagine my life without them anymore. I- I- This person i have fallen for is- is a girl." I said in a rush.
"What are you saying Mija?" My mother said softly after a few minutes of silence.
"I- I- think- no, i know- I'm gay." I stumbled out.
"You're what?" My father said, looking at me in disbelief.
"Papi, I'm gay...please say you're okay with it." I pleaded, a sob escaping.
"No daughter of mine will ever live her life this way, i suggest you tell me this was all a joke, or you pack a bag and get out of my house. The choice is yours." He screamed balling his fists up.
"Alejandro, she's our dau-" My father cut her off with a slap round the face.
"She is not my daughter, not now. If you believe her life choice is acceptable you might as well go with her." He shouted punching the wall beside my head, and storming out of the room.
"Mija, I'm so sorry about the way he's reacting, he's just in shock is all." She said with a small smile.
I knew she was lying, my father could never be okay with this. He was brought up a Christian, and he knew no different. Sure, he had Gay and Lesbian patients in a lot, obviously as he's a doctor, but he had to stay professional in front of them for the sake of his job. I was stupid to even think for a second he'd be okay with this.
"Mami. Tell me you love me, and that you accept me." I pleaded, grabbing onto the front of her shirt.
"I accept you as you are baby, but I cannot change your Papi's opinion." She whispered as she hugged me tightly.
As soon as she let go, i missed the embrace, and i knew this was the last time i would see my mother for quite some time if my father had anything to do with it. I suddenly heard a loud bang and i swung around. I saw my suitcase and half my wardrobe scattered across the stairs, and hallway.
"Here's your things, now get out of my house." He bellowed down the stairs, red in the face.
I didn't even know i was crying until i felt my mother wipe some tears from my cheek. I pulled her into a bone crushing hug, and whispered in her ear.
"Thank you, for accepting me."
-End of Flashback.-
I shook my thoughts away, and stood up, carefully placing Rachel on the other sofa. I stroked her hair, and placed a kiss on her forehead before i walked away.
I strolled into the kitchen and started to rummage through the refrigerator for something that wasn't vegan, and full of meaty goodness.
After a failed search, i settled for a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I was beginning to get all of the ingredients out when i felt myself getting lost in my thoughts again.
I wonder if there will be any hot girls trying out for the roommate position, or maybe twins. I smirked at the thought. I'm certainly going to be there when Rachel talks to them all individually, as i can't be doing with an E.T look-a-like as my roommate. One question that will always come up in an 'interview' with Rachel is "Do you like musicals?" if any of them say no, she'll boot them out faster than you can say 'Barbra'. I laugh to myself. I hope there's a blonde, bonus point for any blon-
"Santana, where are you!?" Rachel cried in alert from the lounge.
"I'm in the kitchen making something to eat Rach, want anything?" I shout back, waiting for her reply.
"No thank you, but do hurry up, we have the candidates arriving in exactly an hour, and we need to have this house looking sp-" I cut her off.
"Rach, our house is always tidy, you leave here. Also it's not an election, so please stop referring to them as candidates."
I didn't get a reply, so i assumed she was planning everything out for this afternoon. I finished off creating my peanut butter and jelly masterpiece, and was about to sit down and take a bite when i heard the doorbell ring.
"Fuck sake." I cried as i got up to answer the door.
"Language Lopez." Rachel called into the hallway.
I pulled the door open to reveal a tall blonde, and a much shorter blonde, both with bodies to die for.
"Hello there, how can i help you?" I say in a flirtatious tone.
"We're here for the room-" The shorter blonde started.
Rachel had raced into the hallway, and cut her off before she could finish.
"Hello, my name is Rachel Barbra Berry, and this is Santana Lopez. If you would like to come in and make yourself at home. Can i get you both a drink? Take your jackets?" She rambled.
"You're fine, we're fine." The shorter blonde laughed, not phased by the brunette's rambling.
I opened the door wider to let both girls in, and took this time to take the girls in. I couldn't help but let my eyes linger on the taller blonde longer. The way she had a natural sway of the hips, or the way her eyes twinkled when she smiled, or the way her lips moved when she was talking- wait, she was talking to me.
"I'm sorry, what?" I replied shaking my head.
"I was just saying that your friend likes to talk a lot." She said with a serious look on her face.
I laughed, and started to walk towards the living room, motioning for her to follow. When we walked in i saw Rachel and the unknown blonde having an animated conversation about 'The Rocky Horror Picture Show.'
I took a seat on the opposite sofa from them, and with a wave of the hand told the tall blonde to join me.
"Well we better introduce ourselves. My name's Quinn, and that's Brittany." The shorter blonde, Quinn, says pointing to herself, then the taller blonde, Brittany.
"Well it's nice to meet you both. How about we ask each other questions, so we can learn more about one another?" Rachel asks, looking for Quinn's approval, who smiles.
"I'm starting! Santana what do you do for a living?" Brittany says, turning towards me.
"Well, i am a psychotherapist working with children." I reply smiling. Brittany looks impressed with my answer and grins at me, her eyes twinkling.
Her eyes are like the sea, a calm sea. Where you could just lay in a boat, and get lost. When they twinkle, it's like the sun shining down, and reflecting off of the never ending amount of blue. I shake my head to rid the thoughts, as i grab my phone from my jeans pocket.
I think i like these two already Rach - S.
I know this Chapter was short. But I was just opening the story here, to give you a quick look into what it's about. I promise all chapters will about longer than this, a lot longer.
So what did you think? I know it's not perfect at all, far from.
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-P.R.A :)