It was the first Saturday when I woke up to an empty house and not having any plans for the day, may usual Sundays consisted of Brittany waking me up to a cooked breakfast of eggs and bacon arraigned in a smiley face and her tell me that we are going to help Lord Tubbington get over his fear of online dating or that we were going to some new art walk but not today. Today I woke up alone in bed to an empty house and to my surprise no food, she left me weeks ago I have almost a hundred missed calls and voice messages and double the amount of unread text messages. I walk to the kitchen and all that's left in my fridge is sauces and a half empty pint of ice cream carton that I've been living off of for the last three days. I'm not that hungry but my stomach is telling me otherwise, I guess this means I have to go out and find something to eat.

I make an effort to put my hair up in a bun and try to look decent in jeans and a shirt and walk out my door down the hall to the elevator. I run into Mrs. Margo on my way to the elevator, she's a widow who doesn't look a day over 49 but she claims to be 58 I don't believe it for one second.

"Oh Hello Santana How are you this morning?" she says to me in a very uplifting tone

I try my best to match her enthusiasm but I'm trying to hard. "Hey Mrs. Margo I'm just going out for breakfast."

She looks at me with a concerned and confused look on her face "Breakfast? It's 2pm I think the word you're looking for is brunch."

"Oh yeah, sorry I haven't gotten my watch fixed. Sorry about that Mrs. Margo." I try to play it off giving her a warm smile

"Please I've told you Santana I haven't been Mrs. Margo for five years now, call me Jacqueline." She says returning a smile back

"Apologies." I say to her

"Where's Brittany I haven't seen her this week, we normally go walk Lord Tubbington and whiskers together. I hope she's ok."

"Yeah she's fine she just had to go on a business trip, you know being a genius and all." It killed me to say that, not because it wasn't true she is a genius but because I cant bare the fact to know that she really isn't on a trip because that means that she's coming back when in reality she isn't.

"She is a very bright girl. Well when you see her tell her to stop by."

"I'm lying, she left me a few weeks back." I tell her trying to fight back the urge to not turn around and lock myself in my apartment for a few more weeks.

"Well that's ok when you get to my age you're going to laugh at all the people who missed out on a catch like you."

I don't say anything to her besides nod in agreement but I'm pretty sure I'm not convincing her as well as I wanted to.

"Well if you ever need anything you know were to find me, you and Brittany where so helpful after Richard died." She tells me with a smile.

"Sure thing Mrs.-" I cut myself off and then say "Jacqueline." Good save Santana good save.

"Well have a wonderful day Santana." She says to me opening her door to walk in.

"Likewise." I say as I continue to finish my walk to the elevator.

It's a beautiful day outside or at least that's what my doorman told me, everything just seem dull now that Brit isn't here anymore.

I walk down the street and notice a record store at the end of the block. I get closer to the door and read a sign that says, "open since 1997." Why haven't I seen this here before? I walk in not knowing what to expect but I mean hey its not like I have anything better to do.

I think I spent about an hour or so looking for vinyls. I found a copy of Amy Winehouse Back to Black, Twenty One Pilots Blurryface, No Doubt greatest hits and Michael Jackson's Thriller. I start to head towards the register when a copy of Fleetwood Mac Rumors catches my attention; I walk towards it and reach out for it when I notice another hand grab it. Damn it I was too slow, I look up to see the asshole is that took that copy from me. Oh my gosh she's…

"Brittany?" I say under my breathe in a slight whisper.

"Excuse me?"

I take a moment to catch myself and realize that it isn't Brittany, but this girl is just as beautiful as her.

"Stevie." I say trying to save myself "Stevie Nicks." I say with more confidence

"Yeah, she's my favorite." She says. Her voice sounds so soft and sweet to my ears she could read me the McDonalds menu and it would sound like the sexiest thing I've ever heard.

"Where you going to grab this?" she's says referring to the record

Yes in fact I was but for some reason I say "No, not at all it's all yours go for it."

"Thank you, you're cute and sweet." She says with the sexiest half smile in history… Wait is she flirting with me, no I'm just getting to excited.

"Yeah no worries." I reply back to her

"That's funny normally the polite thing to do is say thank you when someone compliments you."

So she was flirting with me, fuck what do I say I haven't done this in six years how do people flirt now a days.

I reach my hand out and say "I'm Santana."

She shakes my hand and says, "It's nice to meet you Santana."

We shake hands I try not to hold on for to long but her hands are so soft I don't want to let go but we are interrupted when her phone rings. Fuck she even looks cute talking on the phone, who is this girl I need to know her name.

"Ok don't worry I'll be on my way, I should be there in five minutes." She's says to whomever she's talking on the phone with

"Here this is yours," she says handing me the record

"Umm... What?" I say confused

"Yeah I didn't have any interest in buying it I only ran across this store just to make conversation with you."

I'm dumb founded she did all that to talk to me and I still don't know her name. Geez Santana you idiot ask her for her number.

"I would love to stay and talk more but my grandmother called me and wants me to watch Shark Tank with her."

"Yeah no I understand, its cool." I say trying to keep cool.

"Fuck you were really cute too, I'm so sorry." She looks for a few seconds and kisses. She gives me a smile and walks out of the store. I stand there in shock and I have no idea what to do at this point besides buy my records and sadly walk back to my lonely empty apartment.