A/N: So this is not my first fan fiction I ever wrote. However, it's the first one I've ever put online so reviews would be great even criticism. Also it'd be great to know if you want me to continue this or not. Any who, Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own glee blah blah blah.
As I look out into the starless night sky of Bushwick, I can't help but feel at home. Surprisingly, enough that home has Rachel Berry and Kurt Hummel in it. However, even though I refuse to admit it most of the time, they really do mean something to me. Now the only problem is that gigolo Brody. The one that Rachel almost got pregnant from and claims to love. But surely I'm going to change that. That's all I seem to be doing lately around here lately, cleaning up everyone else's problems. When is it my turn to get some advice from my friends? Advice about people like Brittany. She's the one who convinced me to come here in the first place and I'm grateful for that. But why did it have to make me love her more?
"Santana! Have you been looking through Brody's things again?!" Rachel yells. I sigh and turn around, ready to face the wrath of Rachel Berry once again. This whole asking about Brody has become routine lately, I'm used to her yelling at me. "Yes, I have Berry. For your own good." I retort. "How does going through my boyfriend's things help me?! You're scaring him off!" she exclaims. "Um because he's a hooker, gigolo whatever you want to call it." Rachel doesn't respond right away this time. "I told you about his job situation Santana." She says in a quieter voice. How can she be this clueless? "Yeah and you believe that crap?" "Of course I do. He wouldn't lie to me I l-love him and he loves me." She says unsurely. I laugh a bit at this. "Oh I'm sorry Rachel I didn't realize that" Rachel huffs out a sigh. "Just stop looking through his stuff or you're out of here." I give her an amused look. Not believing a word of it. Little did I know that she was dead serious. Kurt and she even hosted an intervention type meeting for me. This led to me being kicked out of an apartment in Bushwick of all places with Kurt and Rachel yelling at me to give back the comforter and pillow of theirs.
By the sounds coming from the hotel room I just left. Either Finn and Brody are having a smack down with Finn kicking chairs and all. Or they are both closeted gays with huge sexual tension that their letting out on each other. I'm thinking the first one but the second would be pretty funny. Either way I'm definitely not staying in there tonight. My cell ringing brought me out of my thoughts. Without checking the caller ID I answer it.
"Lopez speaking" "Hey San!" Brittany's voice rings out from her phone, which brings a smile to my face. "Oh hi Britt Britt" That is until I remember what we had planned tonight. "oh god I forgot didn't I?" I ask referring to our Skype da-hangouts? "Yeah. But that's okay Lord Tubbington figured that you were probably just busy finding your place in New York. "More like dealing with everyone's problems..." I exclaim to her. "Are you ok San?" she asks concerned. I can't tell her. It's not that I don't trust her. It's just that it all has to do with her. "You did the pregnancy pause! Are you pregnant?!" She gasps. I chuckle at her antics. "No Britt". "Did you finally find a girl as awesome as you are? " She asks curiously. "No..."." Oh... That's weird" "Why?" "Because you're the hottest, most talented and most awesome person ever San." She says as if it's obvious. I'm surprised at her answer. Does she still love me? "But what about Sam..?". I can't help but ask. "Sam's awesome too but you're the best". "Th-Thanks Britt." "No problem! You know I better get going fondue for two is gonna air soon and I got to be ready. You'll watch it right?" Brittany asks hopefully, I can almost picture her giving me the puppy dog eyes. "I don't know if I can tonight. But I'll definitely watch it another time ok?". "O-Oh okay that's fine well... bye Sanny!" I feel bad for letting her down but I don't know where I'm gonna stay right now. "Bye Britt's good luck with your show tonight." She replies with a thank you before we both hang up. I lean against the brick wall of the hotel and look through my contacts. Who would let me crash at their place? I barely even know anyone here yet. Suddenly, an idea struck me upon seeing a certain name in my contact list. Okay, it's definitely not the best idea. But I need a place to stay. I press call on their name and wait for them to pick up whilst crossing my fingers.