Heyy! Welcome to my second fanfic! Hope you guys like it .. I'm thinking of just making it a one-shot but if its good you guys can change my mind;) btw I own nothing
"Think about it Santana. Not only will our talent be rubbed off of our bodies, but also it will be transmitted into devilish children who may not be able to control their new abilities! "Said Rachel Berry to her best frenemie while walking with her to a big, blue building in New York.
"Berry shut up! It's just a few acting and singing classes for kids who love to perform! Believe me I don't like this either you know I hate children. They have a poor tolerance level to screaming and a miniature brain that doesn't allow them to get sarcasm very well, they are just annoying and disgusting. But our managers say that this may help us more with our jobs and advertising!" Answered Santana Lopez, clearly also hating the idea.
"I don't understand how teaching those little bundles of germs a few acting and singing tips can help us in Broadway! I find it unnecessary; we are perfectly capable of finding jobs and advertising our shows without their help!"
"Problem is we haven't been in a Broadway show for almost 5 years now! Five years!"
"Yes we have we were in the Lion King a few months ago."
"Berry we were part of the rock that held that stupid monkey carrying the lion or tiger or whatever species it was! We are stars who belong in the spotlight and last time we were the stars was a very long time ago. Yes, we have money, but it's not never ending! We need this gig not only for more Broadway chances but also for money! So be helpful don't make me more pissed than what I already am!"
The two girls walked into the building, where they were greeted by a small woman.
"Hello! You two must be our new teachers! Welcome, I'm Miss Pillsburry. Care to follow me into my office?." The woman says while greeting them and guiding them into her office. The two girls nod, smile, and follow the tiny ginger. They walk into the office and sit directly across from her. "So how long have you two been teaching?"
"For around 5 years." Santana says, avoiding Rachel's curious glance.
"Where?" Miss Pillsburry asked, genuinely interested.
"Umm…" Santana hesitates for a minute but soon makes up an answer. "We have taught in different institutes. You can check the names in our resumes." She quickly took out two resumes that Rachel had never seen before.
"What is that?" Rachel mouthed to Santana while Miss Pillsburry was eyeing the resumes. Santana just gave her a mischievous smile and Rachel quickly knew she had to just play along.
"NYADA ? Julliard? Mckinley High School? Wow you two have worked a lot for two girls in their mid 20's!" Miss Pillsburry said, starting to get suspicious.
"Yeah, well, we go around." Santana says with a smile across her face.
"Good to know. So are you good with children?"
"Oh we are great with them. We love them! Right Rache?" Rachel just nodded, with sweat all over her forehead.
"Ok and what else? Are you too patient?"
"Extremely."
"That's good it's hard to find patient teachers!"
(7 Minutes Later)
" Ok well- What's wrong with her?" Miss Pillsbury says, pointing at Rachel. When Santana looks to her side, she finds Rachel hyperventilating and looking side to side with panic written all over her face.
"Umm nothing.." Santana tries to save the situation. "She sometimes gets like that under stress."
"Well.." Miss Pillsbury says now staring at a Rachel that lifted her legs in her chair, still hyperventilating and rocking back and forth. "I'm not sure I can have a teacher that gets so stressed out with a normal conversation. I might have to reconsider-"
"No!" Santana cuts her off. "Just give me a minute to talk to her!" Miss Pillsburry just nods as Santana takes Rachel outside.
"What the fuck Berry?! I'm the one doing the lies this time why are you like this?!"
"You never told me we got this job interview by committing fraud!" Rachel whispered very loudly, trying to calm herself down.
"This isn't fraud! It's exaggerating the truth. I went to Julliard and you went to NYADA what's the big deal?"
"We STUDIED there SANTANA! We did not TEACH there! We have never even taught a DOG how TO SIT! I understand you may be trying to find your comfort zone since obviously I'm superior to you on stage, but fraud is not the way! And what the hell is Mckinley High School anyways? I've never heard of it's existence."
"Who cares? She doesn't have to know! And please Berry, I'm better than you. You barely have a talent to breath as clearly demonstrated to our future boss! And Mckinley High School? I don't know I feel like in a past life I could have studied there… "
"If you manage to get our anuses in jail I will clearly state this was all your doing!"
"Relax Berry, just go along. What could possibly go wrong?"
(6 Hours Later)
In the lobby of their apartment's building, the girls start to finally talk after a long, silent ride home. Rachel kept trying to turn on the radio, but every time she would try, Santana would start to say out loud a lot of inappropriate words in Spanish and giving Rachel punches in her arm followed by death glares.
"The hospital people were nice…" Rachel started saying.
"Miss Pillsburry was nicer." Santana answers coldly.
"It's not my fault I fainted."
"Berry yes it is! You fainted from hyperventilating so hard!"
"The little girl asked me who I was; it was a clear source of stress."
"You could have just told her you were her new singing teacher."
"The thought of those lies and fraud made me forget how to properly breathe."
Santana just sighted and they started walking up the stairs to the second floor.
"Remind me again why we're friends?" Santana asks, with a hint of sarcasm in her voice.
"Because our managers say we work better together."
"Remind me again why I moved in your apartment?" Santana said, more annoyed than ever.
"Because your house, following a series of misfortunate events, caught on fire and is now under reconstruction."
"And whose fault was that?" She said as sarcastic as ever.
"That's irrelevant information…"
"Sure it is, Berry…"
The girls were now going up the stairs to the third floor.
"So what are going to do now?" Rachel asked.
"I don't know I guess we have to call our managers tomorrow to make a new plan."
"Fair enough… You know they really need to fix that elevator! People with disabilities will find it impossible to-"
"Berry?"
"Yeah?"
"Shut up."
"Ok."
The girls were now going up to the fourth floor.
"Home sweet home." Rachel said as they approached their apartment.
"Sure." Santana said too annoyed to argue with that.
"Hey Santana, look! We got a new neighbor!" Rachel said, pointing at the door across them that was filled with boxes.
"I guess we do. This one better not suck like the last one."
"Santana you dislike everything that moves…"
"Yes but fat people are the worst." Rachel just nodded at the statement, not sure how to answer.
The girls approached the apartment right across them, where they see a tall, blonde girl with a blue shirt on and short jeans, that was slowly unpacking in her new apartment. Santana just stared at her intensely. Yes, Santana was a lesbian, and she was proud of it. She was always confident about girls and would hit on them all no matter how straight they might be. But there was something about the sight of this one that made her all nervous. The blonde felt eyes on her so she turned around, facing Santana and Rachel.
"Oh! Hi!" the blonde says very cheerfully. Santana got even more nervous than before and answered her statement with her mouth suddenly dry.
"Hi!" Santana says.
"Hi!" Rachel repeats.
"Hi!" Santana repeats again.
"Hi!" Rachael says one last time.
The blonde looks at them both with confusion. "Hi?" She says, not sure if it was the right thing to say.
Santana stares at the blonde with amused eyes, which freaks the blonde out even more. Rachel gently pushes her for her to react and she does so.
"We don't mean to interrupt." Santana says getting closer to the door of her new neighbor, Rachel following closely behind. "We live across the hall."
"Ohh…" The blonde says with an interesting look In her face and a beautiful smile. "That's nice."
After an awkward silence, Santana realizes that her new neighbor thought they were you know-together- so she quickly decided to clarify before she got into anymore trouble and looked any more stupid.
"Oh we don't live together. I mean.. We live together… But in separate heterosexual bedrooms."
"What does that mean?" The blonde asks with a confused, puzzled look in her face.
"It means that we have no sexual nor romantic relationship what so ever." Rachel stated with her usual annoying voice and personality. Santana looked back to give her a death glare, but Rachel just winked at her, because she obviously realized how Santana was interested in the blonde. The wink just pissed Santana more off because it was a cheesy, obvious wink that anybody that lived in Hawaii could see.
'Oh." The blonde laughs a little and approaches them. "Well, guess I'm your new neighbor. I'm Brittany."
"Oh, well I'm Santana and she's Rachel." She said pointing at her and Rachel, all nervous again because Brittany got closer.
"Hi!" Brittany says all cheery, echoed by a few other "Hi"'s from the other 2 girls.
'Well, welcome to the building!" Santana says trying to make things less awkward.
"Oh, thank you!" Brittany says with a smile spread across her face. "Maybe we can have a smoothie some time. Smoothie is way more refreshing than coffee you know?"
"Yeah, I know." Santana says, getting Brittany's contagious smile. "Well bye!" She said quickly leaving because she realized how much of her cool she lost. The two other girls went in their apartment rather quickly. Santana was killing herself a thousand times for being so lame around this beautiful blonde girl. What the hell was wrong with her anyways?! She would never get all nervous around girls! On the contrary that's when she got her swag! Did she seriously just think of the word "swag'? Yep, she was losing it alright.
"You liked her didn't you?" Rachel asked smiling at Santana.
"What!" Santana said trying to hide it. "Of course not she is so not my type!"
"She's not your type? She's blonde! Blonde is your biggest weakness You date a lot of girls but blondes are the ones that mostly last in your life! Like Mary-Kate, Ashley, Heather, and oh! My personal favorite! Samantha!"
"Samantha was your favorite?" Santana asked in surprise. "The girl had salamander lips!"
"Whatever she was still my favorite!"
"Ok fine whatever I like her ok! Happy?!"
Rachel just laughed and gave her an 'I knew it' look. Santana just ignores her. "So when is the feisty Santana Lopez going to strike?'
Santana just sat on her couch and gave her a shrug. "I don't know. I guess if she gives me signs that she might be into girls. I actually like this one I don't want to confuse anyone."
Rachel stared at her with surprise. This was definitely not her Santana, but she really did like what she said. "If you ask for my opinion, I would say she is not very bright. I could see it in her eyes. Honestly she is just not bright at all and looks very annoying and-"
"Berry?"
"Yeah?"
"Shut up."
"Ok."
Rachel just nodded and left for her room, leaving Santana alone watching TV. She sat in the couch watching TV for around 3 hours, watching re-runs of Jersey Shore and Pretty Little Liars, when she heard a knock on her front door. She thought it was weird that somebody was there, because barely anybody would visit them. Only four people would: their two managers (Blaine and Kurt) under extreme circumstances and Quinn and Tina (who were coming later in the afternoon). Santana stood up and went to her door, finding a beautiful blonde with a hand carrying soap and another one carrying a towel.
"Hi." Brittany said shyly. "Sorry to bother you. It's just that my water still isn't installed. I was wondering if I could take a shower over here." She then looked at her with her puppy eyes, making Santana get lost in her blue eyes.
"Well.." Brittany says after a few seconds of silence, breaking their trance. "Can I?"
"Yes of course! Come on in!" Santana said motioning her into going inside.
Brittany steps inside and watches her neighbor's apartment with big eyes. "Wow.." She said out loud. "This place is awesome."
Santana just chuckled at her new neighbor. "Brittany it's as big as yours."
"Yeah! But yours is all decorated and prettified!"
Santana chuckles a little bit more. "Come on Brittany, let me show you where the bathroom is."
"Oohhhh was is this?" Brittany says ignoring Santana and staring at a picture of her and Rachel on Broadway.
"Oh, well that's just me and Rachel in Broadway performing. No biggie.
"Yes biggie! Big biggie! You didn't tell me you two performed on Broadway!" She said all excited.
"Well we haven't performed in a while. A long while actually."
"How come?" Brittany asked, with her high energy going down.
"Well, we haven't really had a chance to do so." She looked at Brittany who had a broken-hearted look in her face. She hated it, so she decided to change the subject. "Enough about me what about you? Where do you work?"
"Well I don't really like my job. I came to New York to become a professional dancer, but I haven't been able to do that. So I'm working in the Brownie Factory right now."
"Oh! I've heard a lot about that place but I've never been able to go. Is it good?"
"Yeah I really like it. You should go there some time so you can see me working. It's fun."
Santana chuckled at her statement. Then she started wondering how a person that works as a waitress could buy such an expensive apartment.
"So, Brittany, not to sound rude, but how did you afford your apartment?"
They both sat down on the couch.
"Well remember the fat lady that used to live there?"
"Yeah?" Of course Santana remembered, she hated her guts.
"She was my aunt. She died 2 weeks ago and she inherited me the apartment. And it's already paid so yeah."
"Ohh ok, I'm so sorry for your loss." Santana said trying hard to me sympathetic. She just wanted to jump up and down because that weird woman was finally dead. One more worthless piece of shit out of the surface of the Earth. She didn't know how someone so mean and fat could have as a niece such an angel, but well life is funny.
"That's ok. Fat people scare me anyways. They may confuse me for a French frie." Santana couldn't help but chuckle. God this girl is perfect. She thought back to herself.
'Well." Brittany said while standing up. "I better go take a shower I feel disgusting."
"Ok, well the bathroom is right over there. Suit yourself." Santana said smiling and standing up.
"Thank you!" The blonde said, skipping right into Rachel's path, while the short brunette looked at her with a puzzled look.
"Why is the blonde walking into the bathroom?" She asked, walking towards the other brunette.
"She doesn't have water in her house yet. She needed a place to take a shower in.
"Maybe she just wants to pay less in her apartment." Rachel said disapproving of the idea.
"Relax Berry she's gonna leave soon."
Ten minutes later, they heard a knock on the door. That meant that Quinn and Tina were there.
"Hello there bitches." Quinn says while she walked in.
"Hi." Tina then says awkwardly following her best friend's footsteps.
"What's up girls?" Rachel says saying hi to the two girls.
"Nothing just tired." Quinn says throwing herself in the couch. "And so is Tina."
"Quinn, I can answer for myself you know?" Tina says a little annoyed.
"I know. But your Chinese accent makes it hard to understand you plus you barely have lines in this fanfic or in any world." Quinn says mockingly.
"Fanfic?" Rachel questions.
"I don't know I just sometimes feel like this isn't real life. Like we're in this two-dimensional world where two different shows combine and make a story for a website . I don't know just a thought." Quinn states.
"You may barely understand what I say but at least I'm not stupid enough to believe something like that. What, did your mommy teach you that while she fed you last night?" Tina says in self-defense.
"Shut up Tina you know you love your favorite acting buddy! Quinn says.
"Whatever." Tina says. Then they hear the shower turn off. "What was that?"
Their eyes start staring at the bathroom door which opens and lets out a beautiful, wet blonde with long toned legs and only a tower covering her up.
"Hey Santana do you have any more towels?" She asked without noticing they had company. As soon as she notices, her cheeks flush with embarrassment. "Oh Hi. Im Brittany. Next door neighbor. I'm new."
Santana, Quinn, and Rachel just stare at her with their mouths wide open. Brittany and Quinn were lesbians; the straight ones were Tina (who was also staring at her shocked, just because she has major social anxieties) and Rachel (who was staring at her wondering how much germs she could have carried in those long legs over to her shower). Well thinking about it no one knew what Rachael's sexual orientation was. She was too busy to date.
"Um.. Santana why is there drool on your face?" Brittany asks genuinely confused as always. The girls break from the trance and Santana tries to fix the situation.
"Oh, no reason Brittany we were just having a staring contest. Right girls?" Rachel and Quinn quietly nodded looking another way. Tina just kept looking at her with a frozen expression.
"Is she ok?" Brittany asked pointing at Tina.
"Yeah." Quinn said heading to Brittany. "She's just shy. Ignore her. So what's your name beautiful?" She gave her a flirty smile that made Santana's blood boil up.
"Um I'm Brittany. Why are you smiling like that?" She asked looking scared. Quinn was surprised by her reaction. Any girl she would do that to would blush. But Brittany just got scared. Quinn hesitated looking for an answer, while Santana tried hard not to laugh.
"Oh no reason! That's just um.. How I smile. So just.. um.. Hey Tina why are we here again?" She then looked back at Tina, whose face was pale with the sight of another human being. "Nevermind." Quinn told herself, looking over at Santana to make things less awkward.
"You guys were here to watch a movie. Remember?" Santana said clearly pissed off and leading Brittany back into the bathroom. "Here Brittany. Here's another towel. Put some clothes on will you?"
The blonde just nodded and headed into the bathroom. As soon as the Latina turned around, she was greeted by watchful eyes that without words told her 'you like her'. She tried to minimize it by saying "What? I'm just being a good neighbor." The rest of the girls just let it go, knowing that pissing off Santana was not the brightest idea.
A few minutes later, the 4 girls were sitting on the couch, about to start to watch Singing in The Rain, when Brittany comes out of the bathroom and goes to the couch to sit with the girls.
"Whatcha going to watch?" She said as happy as ever.
"Singing in the Rain." Rachel said, annoyed by the blonde.
"I think I've heard of it before. What is it about?" Brittany asked all innocently. The 4 other girls turned their heads to stare at the blonde.
"You've never seen Singin' In The Rain?" Quinn asked.
"Nope."
"Oh My God how can we let a know-nothing-of-musicals be in our apartment?!" Rachel screamed out, horrified by the thought of someone that has never watched one of her favorite movies.
"Brittany, I thought you said you wanted to be a professional dancer?" Santana asked wondering why a dancer never saw a musical so famous like Singin' in the Rain.
"I do. It's just that I just watch movies that are cartoons or have the word "Dance" in their title. Or "foot" if you count "Footloose". The other 3 girls looked at Brittany and then at Santana, who just rolled her eyes and turned on the movie. The movie started and then they heard Brittany's voice raise from the comfortable silence.
"What's it about?" She asked.
"Um.." Santana started. "Just watch and you'll see."
"But I want to know now."
"Brittany just watch. I don't want to spoil it for you. It'll be no fun once you watch it."
"Please?" Brittany said looking at Santana with the most adorable pleading face ever.
"Ok well it's about these 2 actors that were going to make a musical. The boy could sing but the girl couldn't sing that much, so they decided to make someone else sing for her, but she didn't like the idea. It's one of those romantic musicals. I think you'll like it there are various dance numbers."
"Oh.. I thought it was about a new reality show that made people sing under hurricanes."
"Well Brittany you're wrong. But I would have guessed the same so-" Santana was then interrupted by a pissed of Rachel.
"Would you two shut up already?! I'm trying to watch one of the best musicals of all time!"
"AMEN BERRY!" Quinn says clapping her hands. Brittany then shot a look at Tina to see what she had to say, but she was still staring at her with her mouth and eyes wide open. Brittany decided to stay quiet, till she got confused from the movie again, which was just a minute later. After around 20 questions and 20 minutes later, Rachel paused the movie and asked Santana to talk to her alone. Santana followed her into the kitchen, where they started to talk.
"Get her out of here." Rachel said.
"Why? " Santana asked annoyed by Rachel.
"Why?! She's super annoying! Stupid! Useless! She's driving me crazy!"
"Nice to know you understand me now." Rachel just rolled her eyes. "Look obviously she doesn't want to be alone and she likes me. You know as a friend. I'm not sure if she's a lesbian or not but at least I know she likes me as a friend, which is progress since almost everybody hates me. So I'm going to go over her place and watch movies at her place or unpack so you guys can watch it. Deal?" Rachel just nodded and they went back to the living room.
"Hey Brittany." Santana said while Brittany stood up. Santana took her to the kitchen to talk to her alone "Wanna go over to your house with me to unpack your things? These people are rude and are going to keep bothering us so we better just go."
"I don't want to unpack, Santana. I got bored of it. Besides I just took a shower. But if you want I can just leave-"
"Ok, well then let's go over there to watch a movie!"
"I would love that. But I don't have my TV anymore…" Brittany said looking down with a sad face.
"Why? What happened?"
"My mean old roommate decided it was hers. I bought it, but she said I was too stupid to have it, so she didn't let me take it."
"Oh…" Santana said, with an idea popping into her head. She didn't know why but she hated seeing Brittany upset. "Well where does she live? Maybe Rachel and I could go get it."
Brittany's eyes widened and her smile came back her face. "She lives around 2 miles away. You guys would do that for me?"
"Of course, Brittany. We are neighbors. It's our jobs to help each other."
"I thought my job was to be a waitress in the Brownie Factory…"
"Well this is our other job. So you wait here while Rachel and I go get it. Ok?"
Brittany just nodded and sat on a chair in the kitchen. She quickly gave Santana the address and then Santana went to the couch to pull Rachel out of her seat and go with her outside. She heard Rachel say "No" a couple of times followed by long, complex statements that she couldn't understand. But then she heard Santana scream at her in a language that she couldn't quite distinguish and then she heard footsteps going down the stairs. She was happy to have such helpful and unbitchy neighbors.
The 2 brunettes soon arrived to the address they were headed to. They rang the intercom in the building with the correct numbers, when a voice answered from the other line.
"Who is this?"
"Hi, are you Lauren Zizes?" Santana asked with her sarcastic voice.
"Santana she asked who it is, not who you're looking for." Rachel said with her same old annoying attitude.
"Shut up Berry let me do the talking. Well is this Lauren or not?"
"Yes." Lauren said via intercom. "Who are you two bitches? Satan and Strawberry Shortcake?"
"No. We're not and it doesn't matter who we are. We are here to get Brittany's TV. The one YOU TOOK from her!" Santana said getting pissed off.
"Get lost." Lauren said.
"Ok well thanks for your time." Rachel said pulling Santana out of there.
"What are you doing? We are gonna get that TV! I wants that TV and no bitch is gonna stop me from getting whats I wants." Santana said, pulling her arm out of Rachel's hands.
"You just can't take no for an answer now can you?"
The 2 girls noticed that some Girl Scouts were going in the building. Santana smiled and followed them in. Rachel, not liking the idea, went along with her. They went to her door and were greeted by a big, fat, scary looking Lauren.
"Hi. It's us." Santana said coldly.
"From the intercom." Rachel clarified.
"How the hell did you get in the building?!" Lauren said, looking like she was about to beat somebody up.
"How the hell did you fit through your mom's vagina?!" Santana said, ready for a challenge.
"Are you challenging me, you fucking midget?!"
"Yes! In fact I am. And I ain't leaving till you give us Brittany's TV. You give us that TV or I will go all Lima Height Adjacent on your-"
(57 minutes later)
Santana and Rachel were now walking into the lobby with a medium-sized TV on their hands. Rachel was topless and Santana had a black eye and a bloody nose.
"I still can't believe you gave her your shirt." Santana said.
"I didn't give it to her. I took it off cause she was holding it so tightly. I still can't believe she beat you up."
"She didn't beat me up. I let her hit me while you ran in to grab the TV."
The girls were now going onto the second floor.
"I still can't believe you actually took the TV. You are such a pussy all the time why did you do it?" Santana asked.
"The thought of Brittany watching Toy Story every day, all day in our apartment came into my mind. That couldn't happen. I still can't believe we lost Lauren on our way out of the building."
"Well, elevators are actually useful, unlike this one."
The girls were now on the third floor.
"I can't believe we ran 2 miles with this in our arms. God we are amazing." Santana implied proudly.
"I know! But what I really can't believe is that YOU, Santana Lopez, would go through all this trouble for a girl."
Santana just kept walking with her, dragging the TV upstairs, and shrugged. "I guess she is different."
Rachel just smiled at her friend as they got to the fourth floor. Brittany greeted them happily but as soon as she saw Rachel topless and Santana with a black eye and a bloody nose, she freaked.
"What happened to you two?! Please tell me this wasn't her doing!"
"Well.." Santana started off.
"Yes! It was all her doing! Brittany, next time don't send other people to do the things you don't have the guts to do and do it yourself! We are not your little servants, you know!" Rachel started yelling at Brittany.
"Berry, don't scream at her! This wasn't her fault!" Santana cuts her off.
"It's ok, Santana. She's right. That's why I got you two something. Come on in, leave the TV over there, and come with me to the kitchen."
The two girls looked at each other confused and they did as they were told. They joined her into the kitchen, where Brittany was holding an old picture.
"Here." She says. "I knew I had heard about that movie before from somewhere. While you guys were over there I kept unpacking and found an old autographed picture of the cast of Singin' in The Rain. My mom loved it so she gave it to me before she died, but I want you two to have it."
Santana's eyes just widened but Rachel looked like if she was about to have a happiness panic attack. She started squealing and jumping up and down.
"Oh my God! Brittany I appreciate you! I appreciate you! I appreciate you! I gotta show this to Quinn and Tina Bye!" Rachel then ran to the apartment to show the girls her new favorite picture.
"Well that's Rachel." Santana said. "Thanks for the gift but you didn't have to give it to us."
"But I wanted to. You guys helped me a lot today. Although you got me the wrong TV." The blonde said wiping her hands against her shirt, trying to take the dust from the picture out of her fingers.
"What?!" Santana asked pretty pissed.
"Yeah. Mine was the Disney one, this was hers. But well I guess she took mine so we're even." Brittany said trying to smile, while sniffing her hands that smelled and felt funny.
"Well glad to know." Santana said, awed by her cute gestures.
"Yeah.." Brittany kept fighting off the dust.
"You know you can just wash your hands?"
"You're right! Give me a second." Brittany then headed to the kitchen sink, where she turned the faucet on and rinsed her hands. Santana raised an eyebrow, confused by what just happened.
"I thought you said you didn't have any water." She asked, now suspicious of the blonde.
"Umm.." She said trying to find an excuse. "Maybe the water works in just a few areas of the house."
"Maybe your faucet is broken or something." Santana said, noticing the hesitance and innocence from the blonde's side.
"Sure. Let's go with that." Brittany said, while smiling at Santana the same way that Quinn had smiled to her. Then she gave her one sweet wink and dried her hands with a towel. Santana was puzzled for a minute. She then decided that she's crazy and that that did not just happen. Brittany was too sweet to be flirty. No way. She then got an unexpected text that she read.
(7:09 pm From: Blaine: Guess what! The new Broadway musical that you both auditioned for called me back! Apparently the producers saw you two today with a "crazy new style", remembered you 2 from the auditioned, and loved your new style and boldness! You 2 got the job! Congrats!)
Santana just smiled at the text, then she heard Rachel scream even louder than before. She decided to leave before Rachel came in and disturbed everything. "Well I guess I better go. I'll see you later!"
"Ok!" Brittany said. "See you around!" Brittany got closer to her, leaned, and planted a soft, sweet kiss on her cheek. "And thanks for today." She said with a huge smile on her face. Santana just blushed and got all nervous. She nodded, turned around, left the apartment and closed the door behind her. She looked back at the door and whispered something for herself. Something that went like this: "She's so going to be mine."