Three's Company, Four's A Crowd
Summary: AU Four girls, one apartment, a lot of problems. Santana and Brittany are living together. To cut costs both girls pick a friend who can also live with them. How will all four girls get along, will it be worth it? my first Glee fanfic story, it should be a good read. Faberry, Brittana romances and Faberrittana friendship, other Glee characters might make an appearance.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Glee, but if I could I would gladly own Santana and make Faberry a real couple. All mistakes are mine. I hope I do good though
Chapter 1:
"Santana, wake up! Wake Up!" the blonde started jumping up and down on the bed.
The Latina girl groaned, covering her head with the pillow, "God, come on Brit it's Saturday. Let me sleep in."
"You are very stubborn, why can't you be happy, we're getting our roommates today... rise and shine San," Brittany started poking her in the side. Santana grabbed her girlfriend by the wrist.
"Would you stop?"
"I will not stop until you wake up. Come on San, you were so excited last night. And it was all your idea," she grabbed the pillow covering her girlfriend's face, before hitting her with it.
Santana frowned, "Hey! What was that for?"
"Yay, you're awake," the blonde threw her arms around her neck, kissing her cheek multiple times.
"Okay, I'm up," Santana grabbed Brittany by the waist, before flipping them over, so she was on top. "And now that I'm up, you know what we're going to do," she slipped her hand up the blonde's shirt.
She hit her hand away, "San, we don't have time..."
"For crying out loud Brit, I just want to have sex with my girlfriend, it's always a great way to wake up," she leaned down, taking Brittany's ear in her mouth.
"Santana..." Brittany moaned. "Oh-kay, just five minutes, then I really have to take a shower."
Santana pulled back, a smug smirk on her face, "Maybe we should just have sex in the shower."
"Nope! One of us has to be waiting near the door, just in case one of them comes."
"Why don't you want to have sex?"
Before Brittany could answer her question her phone vibrated, "Ooh yay! That must be Rachel," she reached for the bedside table, a grin on her face. "Yay! She says she should be here in the next thirty minutes. Time for me to shower," playfully shoving her girlfriend before getting out of bed, getting some clothes before walking off to the shower, swaying her hips.
Santana decided to look at her phone, she had three texts from Quinn.
8:45 AM: Hey bitch! You better remember I'm coming today.
10:30 AM: Santana Diabla Lopez! If you do not answer your phone, I'll kick your ass when I get there.
12:10 PM: That's it! Consider your ass kicked. I'll be there in ten minutes, your Latina ass better be outside to help me unload the moving van.
"Damn that blonde bitch is consistant," Santana looked over at the time. It was 12:25, she grunts getting out of bed, putting on some clothes. She heard a loud banging on the door. "Calm down blondie!" Santana shouts, taking her time getting to the door. "Who is it?" she laughed.
"Very funny bitch, open up Satan," the girl on the other side grunted.
"What's the magic word?" Santana teased.
"Now!" she shouts. "Hurry up, I'm already having a shitty day."
"Okay, damn relax Q," she opened the door. "Why are you having a shitty day?"
Quinn crossed her arms, "Well let me start off saying, apparently my 'best friend' forgot I was coming today. My parents who disowned me, had the nerve to ask if I needed their help with the moving. My girlfriend... no wait ex-girlfriend decides she doesn't want to do a long distance relationship. And I had to travel with Puck of all people."
"You mean Puckerman, the same guy who you thought knocked you up, and ran off because of a pregnancy scare?"
Quinn nodded, "Yep, that same guy. So, where's Miss Pierce? Or is it Mrs. Lopez now?" she grinned.
"She is in the shower..." she sighed, Quinn opened her mouth. "And before you ask, she wouldn't let me join her just in case you or her friend came."
She nodded again, "So, what do you know about this friend of Brittany?"
"Well I don't know much except that her and Brittany were friends when they were younger, but then the girl moved, but they stayed in touch. And before you ask, I do not know if Brittany's friend is gay," she grinned, already knowing what was on Quinn's mind.
The blonde girl blushed, "I wasn't going to ask that."
Santana rolled her eyes, "Sure you weren't. I know you're known for not being single for long. I bet you'll be dating her within the week."
"She's probably not even gay."
"That hasn't stopped you before, how many girls were straight before you got to them? You fucked like half the cheer squad, not including me and Brit thank God. You are not even close to being my type."
Quinn slapped the Latina girl in the arm, "You suck. Now are you going to help me unload or not? I sure as hell know Puck won't be helping me for long."
"What the hell did you say about me Fabray? While you gals are chatting, who's the one carrying boxes up the flights of stairs," the guy with the mohawk, put down two boxes.
"There is an elevator, you do know that, right dumb ass?" Santana laughed.
His jaw dropped, "You're serious Satan? I didn't see one."
"God you're so gullible sometimes... no there isn't an elevator, just wanted you to feel stupid. Challenge complete," she gave Quinn a high five.
"Very funny, I didn't even know gullible was in your vocabulary Lopez."
"Shut up!" Santana slapped him in the head.
"Santana!" Brittany yelled at her girlfriend as she came out of the bathroom.
"He started it," Santana moved so she was standing behind Quinn.
Quinn scooted over, "I'm not your bodyguard. And I didn't realize you were scared of your own girlfriend."
Brittany laughed, before running up to Quinn, giving her a hug, "I can't believe you're here. Us living together is going to be so much fun!"
Quinn grinned, "I'm glad you're so excited to see me," she pulled back a little only to have Brittany kiss Quinn's cheek.
"Hey Brit, where's my love?" Puck finally spoke up.
"Hands off my woman," Santana wrapped her arm around her girlfriend's waist.
"San, it's just a hug," Brittany pulled away, wrapping her arms around Puck's neck, who then spun her around, making her laugh.
"Okay, that's enough hugging," Santana pushed Puck away from Brittany. "We should really finish getting blonde bitch's boxes up here."
"Don't call your friend a bitch San," Brittany pouted. "Come on Quinn, I'll show you around the place while San and Puck can get the rest of the boxes."
"Wait, why do I have to help this ass?" Santana frowned, glancing at Puck who just shook his head.
"Because my hair is still wet, and it's cold out, so I don't want to get sick," Brittany smiled, grabbing Quinn by the hand, pulling Quinn towards the kitchen.
"Looks like it's just me and you Lopez," Puck winked, and Santana gave him a shove.
She yanked him by the arm, "Just come on and let's get it over with."
"That's what she said," he grinned, and then grunted when Santana smacked him hard in the chest. "You are so abusive."
"You'll get over it," she replied as they made their way down the stairs.
"So Quinn, how is everything?" Brittany asked once Puck and Santana left, handing the other blonde a cup of coffee.
"Eh, could be better," she shrugged. "I really don't want to talk about it though. So who's this other girl moving in?"
"Rachel Berry... she's been my friend since forever, even though most of our friendship has been done over the phone or on facebook. And before you ask I don't think she's gay..."
Quinn blushed again, "Why does everyone keep on assuming I want this Rachel chick to be gay?"
"That's just how well we know you. She's very attractive, but she just recently got out of an abusive relationship. They lived together and were engaged, but she didn't want to be abused anymore so I invited her to move in with us. She hesitated before saying yes. She's a very good singer though, and very nice," Brittany rambled on about Rachel.
"I think you want her to be gay," Quinn teased.
"Oh no," Brittany quickly shook her head. "Just good friends. Maybe if she stayed in Lima then possibly there would have been something, but no. Definately don't want Rachel, just a friend is good," she nodded.
"Good thing I was kidding," she took a sip of her coffee, smirking at the blonde.
"Okay, okay you got me, I might of had a small crush on Rachel, but that was before I ever met Santana," Brittany admits quietly.
"Santana is pretty hot," Quinn grinned and then frowned. "Oh God, please don't tell her I said that. She'll never let it go."
Brittany laughed, reaching over to squeeze Quinn's hand, "No worries, your secret is safe with me."
They looked up when they heard a knock on the open door, "Bri-Brittany, you really should close the door, you don't know what type of people could just walk in," she smiled gently. Brittany grinned and ran over to the short brunette, giving her a hug squeezing her tight. The woman flinched lightly, her side hurt from what happened last night, hoping her friend wouldn't notice.
Unfortunately Brittany noticed, "Oh my God Rachel! Are you okay?"
The brunette nodded, "Yeah, I'm fine, I don't know what you're talking about. Yeah, I'm good. Was-was that your girlfriend outside I seen carrying boxes?" she asked, trying to change the subject. "That guy isn't our roommate is he?"
The blonde sighed, she would get answers later, "Yeah that was my girlfriend, and no he's not our roommate just a friend," she stepped to the side, so Rachel could see Quinn at the table drinking her coffee. "That's our roommate, her name is Quinn Fabray. Quinn, this is Rachel Berry."
Quinn just smiled, waving as she went back to her coffee.
"Would you like some coffee, Rach?" the blonde smiled down at the girl.
She shook her head, "No thank you, I stopped over at Starbuck's and drank some there..." she was fixing to say more, when Santana and Puck entered the apartment.
"Fabray, what the hell you have in your boxes, a ton of bricks," Santana dropped the box.
"Shut up Lopez, you have the lightest box," Puck gave her a shove, before putting his boxes on the floor. "I thought this Latina was strong, carrying only one box when I have three."
"Blonde bitch should be the one carrying her own boxes up the stairs, instead she's here drinking my fuckin' coffee."
Brittany frowned, she forgot to give Santana coffee first, "Be nice San. Anyways I want to introduce you to my friend Rachel Berry."
Santana looked the shorter woman up and down, "Weren't you outside, asking if we needed help?"
Rachel just nodded, "You must be Santana Lopez, nice meeting you... officially," she held out her hand, but when she noticed the Latina wasn't making a move, she shoved her hands back in her pockets.
"Be nice Satan," he pushed Santana to the side, holding out his hand for Rachel to shake. She hesitated before, shaking his hand. "The name's Noah Puckerman, but I prefer being called Puck. And sorry I bumped into you."
"I-it's alright... it was an accident," she nodded quietly, putting her hands back in her pockets.
Puck smirked, "Okay, well let's get this party started. I don't have to go back until tomorrow morning."
"Oh great, you're staying here too?" Santana grunted, going to get her own cup of coffee.
Rachel tapped Brittany's shoulder, "Is-is she always like that?"
"She'll be better once she gets coffee in her, hopefully," Brittany smiled. "Come on, I'll go show you to your room," she grabbed Rachel by the hand, pulling her towards her room. "You'll have to share with Quinn though, but it's big enough so you can both have your own bed."
The small brunette looked around the room, she was excited to be here with Brittany, she was really going to have to get use to Santana though. Easier said than done.
Okay, how was it, should I continue, keep in mind this is my first Glee fic, I... I really hope I did okay. Review so I know you're interested? Please and thank you :)