Hello everyone! This is my first story, I have never ever written anything, but I thought I would give it a try.
I would love to hear you opinion on this story, good or bad, I don't care. I just want to know if I'm writing the characters well or if they are too different from what they are, or any other thing that you may feel needs to be change or adjusted.
Or if you think that it really sucks and the world would be a better, more peaceful place without it just let me know too.
Summary: AU. Brittany and Quinn are roommates, Brittany starts dating this girl Rachel, while Quinn starts dating a girl by the name of Santana. Everything is going fine for Brittany and Quinn until they meet each other girlfriend. Brittana / Faberry
It's gonna start as Pieberry / Quinntana but it's only for a short time in order to put the story on the right track.
"Hey Quinn, I'm home!" yelled the taller blonde as she entered the door, placing her keys in the bowl.
"In the kitchen". Quinn was busy making dinner for the two of them since she was the one who have gotten to the apartment earlier.
Both blondes had an agreement, which ever got home first made dinner. So when it was Quinn's turn she would always go for something elaborated, exotic and new, as cooking was kind of her second passion, had she not been a graphic designer, she would've become a chef.
When it was Brittany's turn to cook, they usually ended up with take out; it was that or the whole fire department in their kitchen trying to fix the mess she had made. Cooking was not one of Brittany's strengths.
They had been living together for a year, but they had known each other for a long time. They were both born and breed in Lima, Ohio, they went to school together, entered the cheerleading squad together and they joined the glee club… wait for it… together. You couldn't have one without the other. So when they graduated high school and found themselves in complete opposite sides of the country it was hard to say the least.
Brittany was pretty sure she now knew what addicts feel when they went through withdrawals; she was seconds away from vomiting at times. Quinn being the tough, ice queen she is never showed the other blonde her own struggles with the separation.
A year and a half ago, Quinn had finally graduated and was offered a job in NYC, as the creative director of a new magazine. After a phone call to Brittany, in which she almost lost her hearing due to the taller girls screams, she had found a place to live once she got to the big city.
"How was your day, my little Juilliard dancer?" asked Quinn with a smirk.
"Same old, same old. Only had to correct the teacher a couple of times" answered Brittany jokingly, while she watch her friend putting the final touches to their meal "That looks good and I'm starving".
"Go and freshen up yourself and this will be ready when your back". Brittany left the kitchen and walked to her room, where she changed into some comfy jeans and a tank top.
"QUINN! I FORGOT TO TELL YOU" she yelled from the bedroom as her friend set up the table. She heard the dancer made a run for the living room and before she could turn around Brittany was already there with the biggest smile on her face. "I have a date!"
"Really? It was about time. I was starting to think you had taken a chastity vow."
"Me? Yeah right!" said Brittany rolling her eyes. "Q you're the biggest prude I know and you dare to judge me." She said teasing her friend.
"I really don't wanna get into that subject right now or ever, it's the past Britt, let's leave it there. But tell me who is she, when are you going out, is she hot? I need details." Quinn finished serving dinner and handed Brittany her plate.
"Her name is Rachel, she goes to Juilliard like all the awesome people in the planet, she's studying drama and she is super hot" she wiggled her eyebrows to make a point on her description."We are going out tomorrow, I am just gonna keep it simple dinner, walk in the park and ice cream to finish a sweet and charming first date and keep her wanting for more."
"OH! The 'Pierce Special'. I see, so should I buy a new set of ear plugs anytime soon?" She had thrown away the other ones when after two months of not dating anyone, Brittany had made it clear that she wasn't going to bring any girl to the apartment.
"Come on Quinn I'm not like that … all the time." They both laugh. "I'm just gonna go with the flow and see where this take me, it's simple, not hidden agenda."
"Britt, are you ashamed of me?" Quinn asked feeling confused.
"Of course I am Q, have you seen yourself in a mirror?" Brittany joke, when she turned around to face her friend and saw that it was actually a serious question, she got concerned. "Hey I'm only kidding, why would you even have the need to ask me that?"
Quinn sat down in front of the other blonde. "Well you have been dating this mystery girl for 4 weeks and I haven't even hear her speak, I have even thought that maybe she isn't real." Brittany was stunned. "Why would you not want her to meet me?"
"Oh Quinnie! I am not ashamed of you, don't pout, and if you hadn't meet her is only because it's only been 4 weeks, and we're still very much in the honeymoon stage, if you know what I mean, so we really haven't had that much time to go around introducing each other friends." Brittany sat down next to her friend and hugged her. "You are so stupid for thinking that, you know?"
"Well yes, it was a little stupid, but I'm your best friend and you've kind on MIA for the last month and so I got paranoid. Sorry." She was a little angry that her insecurities had gotten the best of her and thinking back it had been a really stupid way of thinking.
"'s okay Blondie, I'm sorry too for not really being here the last few weeks. Now go get ready 'cause we have a very important flag football match to get to." Brittany smiled and clapped like she was a 5 year old, before walking to her bedroom to get her duffel bag, making sure she had everything she need for the match. When she made her way back to the living room Quinn was already waiting for her, with her scarf and beanie on.
They arrived at a park were a group of Brittany's friends and acquaintances regularly played a match of flag football. The dancer was one of the only two women in the group.
They parked the car just around the corner and walk to the field, where most of the people was already there tailgating. Brittany spotted Mike, Puck and two other of the regular "players" talking; the girls waved from the distance and made their way to the small group.
"Well if it isn't my two favorite blondes! Hey baby girls, long time, no see. You still batting for the other team or did you finally decided to come ride the Puckzilla?"
Quinn turned around to face Brittany, with a disgusted face. "And people wonder why I'm a lesbian." Brittany giggled. They ended up making small chat with the guys, once Puck finished pulling his head out of his ass, we has actually able to say coherent things (Quinn's words), meanwhile Brittany taught (more like show, 'cause leaning those dance move took quite a while) Mike her latest dance moves, the guy was very skilled and he had never had any training.
"Well ladies it's time to go play some football!" Puck said to the other five persons. "Quinn I brought those two chairs next to the cooler for you and a friend of mine, who is running late. I told her to look for the pretty blonde with the spare chair, so keep an eye out for her. And help yourself anything you want from the cooler." The guys and Brittany took off leaving Quinn seating with some friends of other players, that she had met a couple of games ago.
The game started and as always Quinn sat there just wishing her friend would end up the game in one piece. I mean, Brittany is tough, but some of the guy are really big and really get into the game.
After 10 minutes of watching people hit each other, Quinn saw a beautiful brunette approach the field. She watch as the girl sway her way through the park, her long hair loose around her shoulders, skinny jeans, a New England football jersey and a pair of Converse. She finally got to where Quinn was seating.
"You're the blonde with the spare chair?" the brunette asked narrowing her eyes.
"I think so. You are Puck's friend?" Quinn eyed the girl up and down; she was hot, really hot.
"Unfortunately. I'm sorry for his lack of brains."
Quinn smiled and removed her feet from the other chair. "I'm Quinn."
"Santana" The brunette sat, winking at the blonde girl.
Let me know what you think ;)