This is my first fanfic. It's an AU Brittana world. I hope you enjoy it and hope you guys comment what you think!
Thank you! =)
Prologue
"You're making too much noise", she said, in a very audible – though hoarse – voice. "If these kids can't keep their mouth shut, they shouldn't even be here! This is a fucking nursing home!", she snapped and one of the nurses came to help her by pulling her wheelchair on the other side of the big room while another one apologised to the children's teachers. It was thursday. Thursday was always the day for school visits, which the old Santana Lopez used to find quite irritating. Those kids were supposed to learn that life is tough, that people get old and, eventually, they die. Those kids weren't supposed to be so happy among dying old people.
One of them, a small blonde boy, kept his big blue eyes on the old woman as the nurse took her away from the group. He was intrigued by her manners. Unlike the others, this old woman was bitter and quite angry. And, of course, she had said a swear-word, which made him like her immediately.
Santana Lopez was still muttering to herself when she caught those big curious blue eyes staring at her. At first, her heart sank at that look. It reminded her of another pair of blue eyes. One she hadn't see in a very long time. "What do you want?", she asked, a little too harsh on him. The boy didn't seem to mind that. He actually approached more as soon as he realized she was talking to him.
"Why are you so mean?", he asked with his innocent voice and adorable facial expression.
The old woman widened her eyes, surprised by the question. "I'm not mean", she replied, knowing perfectly well that, for a child, mean was exactly what she was.
"Yes, you are", said the little boy. "The other old ladies are always smiling and they tell us nice stories. You never smile. And my friends are afraid of you." She laughed for the first time. It felt good that the other children were afraid of her. "So, why are you so mean?", he insisted.
"I've already lost the love of my life. And it seems that I'll be stuck here for a long time", she said after a few minutes.
"Why don't you get another one?", he asked, blinking his big eyes.
"What part of 'love of my life' didn't you get?", she replied angrily. And then, when the boy stared back at her with fear in his eyes, she let out a deep sigh and spoke again with a very differente voice. Softer. "I'm too old for a new love in my life."
"But what happened to the love of your life, then?", he asked, feeling more comfortable and getting a little closer to her.
"She died", the old woman replied.
"Why?"
"Because she was already too old too live."
"But you're too old", he said. "And you're still here."
"That's what I always say", she agreed, shrugging. The boy laughed, amused.
"You're funny."
"Now that's something no one has said to me in a long time", she said, with her heart quite lighter as the boy was way too adorable to be ignored.
"So", he sat in the puff right next to her wheel chair, "how did you meet her?"
"That's a long story, probably no suitable for a child", the said, looking away from his gaze.
"Tell me! I'm not a child anymore!", he pleaded, placing his little hands on her knees. She looked back at him, surprised by the touch. A few seconds passed as they stared at each other. Finally, with another sigh, she realized she couldn't win this battle.
"Okay", she said. The little boy grinned. "But get your hands off my knees!"