Trying something new...let me know what you think and if I should continue it.
I ran up to Quinn and grabbed her shoulder, scaring the shit out of her.
"Damn-it Britt! Don't do that! I could've pepper sprayed you!" Quinn yelled
"Like you would, Q" I said smirking
Quinn and I have been friends since freshman year in high school. We just started our second year at NYU with our other friend Rachel. We became friends with her senior year in high school. We all live together in an apartment just off campus, and can walk to class; it's only two blocks away. We've been looking for another roommate and Quinn's out putting up signs.
"How was class?" Quinn asks
"Pretty good, I enjoy history so it wasn't too bad." I reply, "Had any luck yet?"
"Nope nothing. Rachel still thinks that we should ask Finn but I think we should try to find a girl." Quinn says as she staples another flyer to as advertisement board around school
Finn is Rachel's boyfriend. They met at freshman orientation and are crazy about each other, annoyingly so.
"I, for one, am completely for finding a girl." I say grinning
"Duh, you'd try to sleep with her."
Oh, that's another thing, I'm capital G gay. Love me some ladies.
I gasp, "I would do no such thing! I am a respectable person who simply enjoys the company of attractive women."
Quinn snorts, "Yeah sure. Come on, we have to meet Rachel at The Grill."
The Grill was the schools food court basically. There were all kinds of restaurants and kiosks that you can get food from.
Quinn and I walk into The Grill and go to our usual booth where Rachel is, of course, waiting for us.
"Guys, was do you think about calling Kurt and seeing if he wants to live with us?" Rachel asks glancing up from her phone
"He's living with his boyfriend, Rachel" Quinn says waiting for me to scoot over
I rolled my eyes and scooted over while pulling out my laptop and headphones.
"Britt, you do realize that we're supposed to talk about getting a roommate, right?" Quinn asks when she sees me putting on my headphones
"Yep, I'm cool with whatever you guys decide" I say as I enter my password into my laptop
"What are you looking at?" Quinn asks, "Oh my God, Brittany is that porn?"
"What!? No!" I exclaim shutting that window, don't judge.
Quinn shakes her head and mutters under her breath. I just laugh and begin to type up my history paper. I may be kind of lazy and smoke weed and whatever but I always finish my schoolwork. I'm grateful that my parents could afford to send me here. My Dad, Brian, is a carpenter and my Mom, Nina, owns a clothing shop. I got a job at 16 as a bagger at the local grocery store. I have a little sister, Natalie, who is a sophomore in high school. Just some knowledge for ya.
"Anyways why don't we post something online about needing a roommate?" Rachel asks
I lowered my headphones and say, "Creepers are online"
"Says the girl who had porn on her laptop." Quinn mutters
"It wasn't porn, I was studying for anatomy." I smirk
Quinn groans, "You don't take anatomy"
"Whatever, listen I think we need to up our game. Quinn, you're the sensible one go socialize with all these chicks that are eating lunch and try to get one to move in. If they seem creepy I'll send Rachel over, she'll 'out creep' them." I advise
Quinn busts out laughing and I grin while Rachel looks insulted.
"What's wrong with wanting a background check?" Rachel asks
Quinn laughs even harder while I smirk and say, "Rach, it freaks people out. Besides I wouldn't mind someone a little edgy."
"No, then we'll have drugs in the apartment" Rachel replies
"We already do." Quinn and I say together
Rachel rolled her eyes, "Look, there's a girl in my English class, her name in Lauren Zizes. We could talk to her, as a last result.
"No, I know her and there's no way I'll sleep in the same apartment as her. I literally won't be able to sleep" I reply
Quinn sighs and gets up, "I need food."
"Bring back extra tots!" I holler, "Or tits"
Quinn flips me off over her shoulder and I smirk.
"Are you ever going to ask her out?" Rachel asks
I look at her, scandalized, "Berry, I do not like Q like that."
"Whatever, you sure act like it" she sighs and looks back at her phone
"What, because we're close?"
"Britt, you two cuddle and she leans on you, it just seems like it." Rachel replies
"We're just really close, that's all." I say confused
I look back over at Quinn and see her talking to a super-hot Latina. Their laughing and Quinn points to our booth and I quickly look at Rachel.
"Rachel, who's that chick talking to Quinn?" I whisper, like they can hear me from across the room, idiot.
Rachel looks up at me then over to Quinn. "I don't know but they're coming over here."
I go back to my laptop and type in the first thing that comes to mind on google, 'Dogs'. Don't judge, I'm not good under pressure.
"Hey Britt, Rach this is Santana. She's in my English Lit class. I invited her to eat with us." Quinn says smirking at me.
Santana is wearing a red tank top and tight jeans and she makes it look so good. I feel like a loser in my dark jeans and Captain America shirt.
"Hi Santana, I'm Rachel and this is Brittany." Rachel says as she scoots over for Santana to sit down
Quinn sat next to me and I grabbed her drink and a tot.
"I thought you wanted tits?" Quinn smirked
"Tots will work too" I mumble and go back to my paper.
"So, like I was saying," Quinn said to Santana, "We're looking for a roommate and since you're looking for a new place, why don't you come over tonight for dinner and you can see the place?"
I swallow nervously and try focus on my paper but I can't so I look up and catch Santana's eye for a split second before she looked back at Quinn.
"Sure, that sounds great" She says. Oh, she has the fucking sexiest voice ever!
"Rachel, cancel your plans with Finn, it's a girls night" Quinn spoke up before turning to me, "Britt, cancel whatever the hell it is you do"
I cover my heart, "Ouch, you know just how to hurt my heart there, Fabray"
"I'm sorry, want me to fix it?" She asked suspiciously
"No, you stay away from me and my broken heart" I said as my phone rang I answered it "Hello…Hey Nat…yeah I'm at lunch…really that's great…alright I'll tell them…love you too…bye" I turned to Quinn and said, "Nat made the team"
"Awesome!"
"She's going to do wonderfully!" Rachel adds
Quinn looks at Santana and tells her, "Natalie is Brittany little sister and she made the volleyball team at our old high school."
"Oh, that's great." Santana said smiling at me, and I think I just died, she's gorgeous.
"Th…thanks" I mumble before turning back to my laptop and begin typing. Quinn snorts and I ignore her and grab another tot.
"So you want to come over around 6 or so?" Quinn asks Santana
"That would be great. Should I…" Santana gets cut off
"Pierce!" is yelled across the room and I look up and see Puck
Noah Puckerman is my dealer. He's a complete idiot and tries to fuck every girl he sees.
"Shit" I mutter and push Quinn out of the booth. I can feel Santana, Rachel and Quinn watching me as I jog over to him, "Puck, why would yell across the fucking building when you're about to deal?" I asked and dragged him to the closest corner.
"Sorry, so who's the hot chick?" Puck smirked
"None of your business, focus"
I looked around and didn't see anyone watching so I handed him a $30 and he handed me 2 grams.
"Later, Puck" I say then walk back over toward my booth
"Oh come on Pierce!" He hollers, "Just introduce me unless she's yours"
I stop in my tracks and catch Santana's eye as I turn around and walk back to Puck, "She's not mine but I'm not gunna introduce you. You're a pig, Puck, and you know it."
Puck smirks, "Yeah yeah fine. Later Pierce" He walks out the door and I walk back to the booth.
"Having fun, Britt?" Quinn says slyly
"A blast, Q" I mumble and scoot back into the booth
Rachel sighs, "Santana, it's not always like this."
"Yes it is" Quinn and I say together
Santana laughs, "It's fine I like some entertainment." She looks at me and I smile and look down
"Well, what time is it?" Quinn asks
Rachel spoke up "1:45"
"Alright, Britt, you don't have any more classes do you?" Quinn looks at me
"Noooo…why" I asked as I typed on my laptop
"I want you to take that weed in your pocket and go smoke before we all get to the apartment"
I look at her like she's crazy, "Q, I'm not gunna smoke it all right away. Puck doesn't get the next batch till next week. Hell I might even have to go to Sam later this week for more." I reply
"I don't want Santana to have to deal with weed in the apartment"
"It's fine, I smoke too" Santana cut in
"Ok that's hot" I mutter making Santana smile
Quinn shook her head grinning, "Santana I think you're going to love the apartment."
"I think I will, too" She says glancing at me which made goosebumps rise on my arms.
"Brittany get back to the apartment and finish your work so we can all hang out later" Quinn orders
"Yes Mother" I mumble while packing my bag and grabbing my history book.
When I get back to the apartment I sit on the couch, grab my laptop placing it on my lap as I rest my feet on the coffee table and put on my headphones, then I remember the weed and grin cause I'm totally getting blazed later.
I turned back to my paper and turned on my music Quinn has always laughed at me while I'm writing and listening to music because although I always finish my work, I also play air guitar and air drums while working. I just can't help it, I get into the music. Plus I can actually play the drums and guitar so I'm not just making shit up, not that that's a bad thing.
I must be really into my paper cause the next time I look at the clock it 5:00 and I would just like to say that I'm kicking this paper's ass. Another A for Brittany Pierce folks!
I focus again and now I'm writing and totally ignoring the fact that the weed is in my pocket just begging to be toked up cause I know all about priorities.
Screw this shit I can totally write while high, I'll just get Quinn to read over it later.
By 6:00 I'm completely lit, listening to music and blowing this paper out of the water so I don't hear the knock on the door or the apologies from Rachel and Quinn to Santana about how if I get focused and high there's no stopping me. Add music to that mix and you really should just live your own life and ignore my existence.
I suddenly feel a tap on my shoulder I could've shit my pants right then. I look over and saw Quinn smirking at me.
"What the fuck, Quinn? You should allow someone to acknowledge your existence in a room before you fucking try to scare the shit out of them and then you just walk up in here and…" Quinn moves to the side, "Oh hi Santana." I obviously stop ranting and Santana is laughing her ass off with Rachel and Quinn.
"How's that paper Britt?" Quinn asks collapsing next to be on the couch and leaning against me.
I wrap my arm around her and say, "I think I'm a boss in history, personally."
I don't notice Santana's look when she sees how close Quinn and I are sitting, but the other girls do and Quinn sits up.
"Santana, be warned, these two have been best friends for a long time and they act like an old married couple however they have never pursued a relationship together."
"Ew!" Quinn and I say together
"I'm completely straight, first off and Brittany's all about the pussy so that would never work. Besides we have never had feelings for each other…or I haven't." Quinn adds turning to me
"Nope, I thought you were hot when we first met but now I've seen too much" I say smirking and Quinn punches my on the arm, "Ow! I was kidding. I did think that you were hot and I mean you are pretty but I'm not personally attracted to you."
"Cause you like girls with dark hair" Quinn said grinning
"True that! There's something weird about dating a blonde girl, I don't know." I say then turn back to my paper. I'm almost done so I get back to work, but I stay aware of the conversation since I keep my headphones off.
"So Santana, I'll give you a tour" Quinn says, "I think Britt's personal history book that she's typing up is nearly complete"
"It's more like a short novel" I say while keeping my eyes on the laptop, my hands never stop moving.
I guess that they're done with the tour cause they're back in the living room. I add the final touches to my paper and save it before shutting my laptop and standup stretching.
"Hey guys, I'm gunna take a quick shower!" I yell and hear a 'k' from somewhere in the apartment.
I take a quick shower and throw on some boxers, gym shorts, socks and a comfortable sports bra. Then I remember that Santana here and grab a sleeveless shirt. I've always been more of a tomboy. I played basketball in high school and always wear jeans and t-shirts, mostly guys shirts. If I have to dress up I'll wear nice pants and a button up shirt and the girls don't seem to mind.
I throw the shirt over my shoulder and go into the kitchen to get a beer. All three girls are standing in the kitchen, that's when I remember that shirts are meant to be worn. If I didn't remember, the look on Rachel and Quinn's faces would be enough to remind me. So a pull it on and grab a bottle of beer from the fridge.
"Anyone want one, Q, Rach, Santana?" I ask and Quinn and Santana nod, so I grab them a beer each. I quickly open them in the edge of the counter and hand them over.
I brush past Quinn and Santana to go to the living room and clean up my stuff. I'll print the paper off later. It's not due till next week but like I said earlier, I always get my work done. Once everything's in my bag I hang it on the wall by the door. We have like 20 fucking coat hangers nailed into the wall in a straight line by the door, don't look at me, they were there when we moved in.
I gotta say our apartment is pretty fucking awesome. We have a nice living room with a decent view, a well sized kitchen and small eating area. There are two bedrooms on each side of the apartment and two bathrooms. My room is closest to Quinn's and we share a bathroom that between the rooms. It's the same way on the other side Rachel's room is next to a bathroom and on the other side of the bathroom is an empty bedroom. The bedrooms and bathrooms are bigger than you'd think.
I walk back into the kitchen and sit on a stool by the bar. Rachel's on the phone ordering Chinese while Quinn and Santana are talking. I take a moment to fully look at Santana. She's gorgeous. She has dark, nearly black hair, big brown eyes and the most amazing lips. Her body is bangin and she knows it but she seems pretty modest about her looks. I mean, she's not hiding it but there's enough covered to let your imagination run wild. I think she caught me staring cause there's a slight smirk on her lips but I don't care.
"Alright, food's on the way, cough it up" Rachel said.
I lay out $15 bucks and Quinn and Rachel look at me oddly. "What? Santana shouldn't have to pay, you fucking invited her. I say that calls for a free dinner, Q."
Quinn thought for a second and I could tell that Santana was about to argue as she put her hand in her pocket.
"Santana, if you pull anything resembling money out of that pocket, I swear" I say pointing at her
"It's an empty threat but she's right. We'll pay for you" Rachel said smirking at me
I roll my eyes and stand up cause I hear my phone beep. It's a text from some girl I met a few days ago. I look over at Santana and see her look away from me and decide to ignore my phone. I walk back over to the bar and grab my now empty beer bottle. I take it over to our glass trach can.
Yes, you heard correctly, we do that separate the trash shit. Wanna guess whose idea it was? Ding ding we have a winner, blame the Berry. Look I'm not saying that it's stupid it's just that I like to be lazy sometimes, alright, so get off my back.
Anyways, I set it in the 'glass can' and grab another from the fridge.
"She's not an alcoholic, don't worry." Quinn says smirking, "Our little Britt drinks when she's nervous about something."
"Shut up" I mumble and walk back to the bar and sit on the stool
Rachel looks a little confused, "You're very rarely nervous, what's going on?"
Saved by the bell, bitches. I grab the money and walk over to the door. I hand the chick the money and smile at her before grabbing the food and shutting the door. I turn around and see them all smirking at me.
"What?"
"Who is she?" Rachel asks
I scrunch my forehead, "Who is who?"
"The girl you're crushing on that's making you all fidgety." Quinn says
"I resent that. I am not fidgety, just coming down from my high." I reply, "Which, I should fix right now." I set the food down on the bar and jog to me room to grab my stache box and walk back to the living room. I sit down on the couch and start rolling a couple joints. The other girls walk into the living room and sit down while eating their food. "Anyone wanna hit?" I ask the room mainly Santana since Quinn and Rachel rarely smoke.
"Let Santana have some" Quinn says through a full mouth
"Anyone ever tell you not to talk with your mouth full of food, Fabray?" I smirk. She flips me off and I grin. "Santana?"
"Sure but only if you have enough" Santana replies making Quinn and Rachel laugh
"She always has enough to share" Rachel says and I just smirk
"Here, you can have your own joint." I say handing her a joint. Our fingers brush and I swallow, which I would normally berate myself for but I saw her do the same thing.
I hand the lighter to Santana and watch as she lights her joint and inhales, the girl doesn't even cough and I have to hold back a groan. Sorry but it's sexy. She hands me the lighter and I take a hit of my own while standing up and going over to grab my food and beer.
"So, Santana, what do you think about living here?" Rachel asks
"Way to be forward Berry" I mumble and take another hit
Santana looks at me and smirks. I think I like high Santana.
"Sure if all of you are cool with it. It's fine if you all need to talk about it, though."
We all glance at each other, reading each other's minds.
Quinn shakes her head, "Nah, we're good." She grabs my joint and takes a hit before passing it back. "Welcome Home, Lopez"