"Was your name Santa? As in Santa Claus?" asked the blonde, innocent freshman
"Huh?" Santana asked turning around
She instantly recognized the blonde girl as Brittany. Word on the street is that she is lost 25/8, but even if she wasn't the smartest, Santana liked her, even if they had never talked. She seemed nice after all.
"Your name." the blonde asked again "Was it Santa? It sounded like Santa. Are you Santa?" she questioned with a genuine smile
"Oh... almost. It's Santana" the brunnete answered smiling as well
"Oh, I thought it was Santa." the taller girl asnwered with a slight dissapointment, but then smiled again "Maybe that is the name of Santa Claus' wife?"
"I think her name is just Mrs. Claus..."
"She doesn't have a name then?"
"I don't know... maybe?" the brunette replied confused
She never even thought about this being a possible topic of conversation, but it was actually kind of entertaining.
"Maybe it is Santana after all,"
"Yeah, maybe."
"It also kinda sound like a saint. A female saint?"
Santana had to admit that it was totally cute to see Brittany practically discussing her name with herself. Talking with this girl was going to be so much fun.
"Do you want to come to my house?"
"Now?"
Classes were over and so was Cheerios practice. In fact, every other member of the Cheerios was already gone and they were standing alone in the football field.
"Yes! I really want to keep talking to you. Besides, I don't have anything to do right now. And if you come, you might see my cat!" the blonde exclaimed happily
"What do you mean by 'might'? Isn't he at your house?" Santana asked confused
"I don't know, he does what he wants. Sometimes he is there, sometimes he's not. Sometimes it's like he doesn't even exist" Brittany said frowning
"Okay..."
"So? You're coming?"
"Yeah, okay." she said smiling, which caused the other girl to smile again
She already loved her smile. And it was so easy to make her smile. So great.
Santana followed Brittany to her house (which, luckily, was only a few streets away) and once they got there, Brittany guided Santana to her room.
"Wait." Brittany said as Santana dropped her bag in Brittany's bed
"What? What's wrong?"
"My parents aren't home."
"Oh... I thought you had already realized that" Santana said without thinking twice and earning a frown from the blonde. "Speaking of parents... I need to tell mine that I'm here"
"Oh, right! And I should tell mine that you're here too"
"That is if I'm staying..."
"You're not?" the blonde asked sadly
"I don't know yet, I want to, but I don't know if my parents will actually let me"
"Oh... okay. Let me give you a phone" Brittany said, still sounding dissapointed
Once Brittany came back to her room with the phone, she saw Santana sitting in her bed and watching her expectantly. She sat down in a chir and waited while Santana made the call
"Hey mom... I'm at a friend's house. No, it's not Quinn. No- what? no, she's a girl, why? her name is Brittany." the blonde looked up and smiled at the mention of her name, while the brunnete gave her and apologetic look "No, she's not! You don't get it, people here are not like the ones we-" Santana paused, finally letting her mom finish a sentence "what? no! mom!" that's not fair! you don't-" Santana took the phone away from her ear
"What happened?" Brittany asked curiosly
"She hung up. And she's not letting me stay. I'm sorry, Britt." she said giving the other girl the phone
"'Britt'?"
"Oh, I didn't noticed I-"
"I like it" the blonde said smiling
"Good to know, Britt" Santana said smiling as well
"Why can't you stay?"
"I'll tell you tomorrow at lunch, okay?"
"At lunch?"
"Yeah, We're sitting togheter. I mean... if you want."
"Totally! But you have to pinkie-promise it."
"Pinkie what?"
"Pinkie promise it. I don't know if in this world it means something, but I read somewhere that there exist a magic place where this is a great sign of lust or something like that"
"Of trust?"
"Yeah! That must be it"
"Well... how do you 'pinkie promise' something?"
"It's easy." she said taking the other girl's pinkie with her own "like this"
"Okay. I don't know if in this world this" Santana said raising their hands, still with their pinkies intertwined "means something. but from now on, it means something to us, okay?"
"I'm a bit lost..."
"Let's just say that is our thing, okay?"
"Okay."