Disclaimer: I do not own Glee Characters
Synopsis: In an alternate universe, Brittany Pierce had not lived in Lima Ohio her whole life. In fact, she had not lived in any one place her whole life. Being bounced around from place to place due to her mother's constant depression, Brittany Pierce tries once again to settle into a new home. But would it be her home three months from now?
Santana Lopez has lived in Lima her whole life and was trying her best to get out after high school. Her abusive father is constantly crushing her dreams and she is about to give up. But what happens when Santana meets Brittany?
Prologue
Moving?
Dear one and only friend,
A continuous crackle could be heard miles away as my annoying sister's tiny hands pushed the bubbles of air between her fingers. It seemed like just yesterday we were unwrapping everything we've collected over our "journeys", but in reality, we were rewrapping.
This had been a record though. We had actually spent five months in this little town outside of Portland, Oregon. I couldn't even begin to wonder how my mother found all these places we were supposed to call home. Not only were they next to impossible to find, they were the dumpiest places I've ever seen in my life. My little sister Sarah thought going to all these new places was the coolest thing, but I couldn't take it anymore. I'm tired of always being on the move. For once in my life, I want to be able to bring the same set of friends over to my house and not worry about my mother telling me to pack up. It just wasn't fun anymore.
By the way, my name is Brittany S. Pierce. I had wrapped up ten other journals in the past year and you my friend will make number eleven. I think I'm the only sixteen year old alive to have visited every state in America. Maybe not every state, but it's sure as hell feels like that. It all started when I was five. My mom and I were living with my father. They weren't married, but they had decided to commit to the child they unwillingly created. That would be me. Now my father, he bailed. He was young and had a scholarship to play ball at Stanford. Of course he left us. Unfortunately, that caused a lot of pain to my mother, emotionally and physically. On my sixth birthday, we left. No goodbyes no see you soon, just a disappearing act. That was the last time I saw my father.
Our first journey began in Southern New Jersey. We were right by the beach and I thought maybe for once, my mom would be happy again. She met a nice man and they dated for a year. But just like every guy in my mom's world, he left after he found out she was pregnant with my sister. Mom was devastated and decided it was time for a new adventure. After one hundred different adventures we find ourselves here. My sister and I were only informed two days ago that we were moving. But this time, this time she's gone too far. We were moving to her hometown. Some place in Ohio. I think she said Lima. I hate beans, and I didn't want to live in a town named after one. Apparently it's "the perfect place to raise a family." Well that was her exact words.
What brought on the move this time you ask? Good question. I don't even bother to ask anymore. All I know is we were leaving tomorrow and Portland, Oregon was another state to check off on my list.
Yours Truly,
Forever relocated
Chapter One
Scene One
Home Sweet Home?
Mom was good for one thing. We never visited the same place twice. Lima, Ohio. One may call it breathtaking, I call it toxic. The sappy town mom referred to as home left me with an awful taste in my mouth. Half of the town looked as if people from colonial times lived there with candle sticks and hand crafted furniture. But the part we were heading towards was its exact opposite. Not only did it remind me of the movie Pleasantville; but not one kid in this neighborhood looked real. Even the tattooed, pierced skin, dyed hair freaks looked to be of upper class society. Where was the middle ground my family fit into?
"So what do you think?" My mother asked.
I turned my head, no whipped my head towards her. Was she serious, was this place serious?
"Mom, didn't you notice how we so don't fit in with these people. I mean we're driving a Kia Spectra and that kid right there. The one who looks like they just got their license is driving a Range Rover. How am I supposed to get along with these rich snobs?" I whined.
My mother smiled, making a face to my sister in the back. I hated when she did that, acting as if I were crazy. Sighing, I rested my feet against the dashboard, which to my dismay were yanked down by my mother.
"Brittany. Grandma and Grandpa have offered us to stay with them until I get back on my feet. We will have plenty of time to get situated here," she said patting my leg.
Great living with a pair of retired old people. They would have the watchful eye on me twenty four seven. I bet my mom loved that. Not only was my sister treated like royalty, she couldn't do anything wrong. If she threw my mother's favorite vase across the floor with my mom watching, somehow I would be responsible for it. Being the oldest sucks.
My mouth dropped as we pulled up to my so called grandparents' house. I had never met them, nor did I plan on it, but life is a rollercoaster as we know. My sister and mom jumped out of the car excitedly, but I sat still, taking in the beautiful site in front of me. Not only was this place huge, it was on a massive piece of property. Getting out of the car, I followed my mom up to the door, praying that these people would be nice.
"Now remember, be on your best behavior. At least for tonight," my mother joked.
Smiling, I nodded. I loved my mom and even though I constantly fought with her, I worried about her. She was always running away from her problems; something she's taught me and I'm sure Sarah will pick up on as well.
"Oh my goodness look at my baby," the woman who swung the door open with such force squealed.
I did a double take when she appeared, thinking it was my mother behind the door. She resembled this woman so much; it was scary. I smiled, watching my mom reunite with her mother. She looked happy for once and in a way, that made me happy.
"Oh mom I missed you so much." I heard mom whisper.
I watched the woman meet eyes with me and my sister. I had to admit, I was a little nervous. I wasn't that great with meeting people. I wonder why… The woman pulled back from my mother with a smile lighting up on her barely wrinkled skin.
"My my, these children are gorgeous Joanne." I laughed. I had never heard anyone call my mom by that name. It sounded so strange.
I watched the woman charge at me, pulling me into her chest for a hug. I felt my sister crash into my behind, and I tried to breathe while finding me way out from this woman's bosom. Pulling back she pinched my cheeks.
"You must be Brittany. My you are a perfect picture young lady," she said.
I smiled. I liked this lady. Anyone willing to throw compliments my way was worth my time. I looked past my grandmother as she fussed over Sarah. I had to admit, I was a little weary of meeting my grandfather. I had never lived with a man, well that I could remember anyway and I was a little apprehensive about the whole idea.
Ushering us inside, a bunch of people grabbed out bags for us, putting them in our respective rooms. I knew not to get too excited about my room though. Even though I had my own bathroom and own laundry shoot and huge walk in closet, I learned not to get too attached. After all, one bad word, we could be out of here tomorrow.
"Brittany, come down here!" I heard my mom call.
Taking one last look at my new room, I shut the door, heading down to meet the man I was to call Grandpa.
Chapter One
Scene Two
You would think that I'd be used to having to show up to a new school, having no problems what- so- ever, Right? Well that's not what happened this morning. After walking my little sister to her new elementary school, I took my time getting to mine. I really didn't feel like giving the so called speech about who I was and where I was from again. It was getting a little old.
As soon as I walked up to the building, I knew I was in trouble. Not one kid was wearing anything but brand named clothes. I myself had on a very fashionable outfit, an outfit my new grandmother insisted on paying for. But hey, I wasn't about to complain. As I walked up the steps, I felt their eyes on me, judging my every move. It was like that at every school I've been to though. I'm guessing they're the popular crowd, because they're surrounded by tons of boys. Little did they know, all the boys were going to do was break their hearts. That's why I favored girls.
After my "exhilarating" meeting with the school's principal, a man I barely understood, I was set off to find my locker. While trying to open it, I couldn't help but put in the numbers of my last locker combination in Oregon. It was out of habit. Noticing a shadow blocking my view, I looked up to see a girl smiling at me.
"You must be new," she said. Her blonde hair was neatly pulled back into a ponytail and her diamond stud earrings were glaring into my eye. I knew they weren't anything short of a thousand dollars. Glancing down, I noticed the red and white cheerleading uniform with a Captain logo sewn to the upper right of it.
"Good guess," I said, finally opening the sucker up. I don't usually get welcomed by the popular crowd, but she seemed friendly enough, a little strange, but nice. I hope it's not some new kid trick the popular click pulls.
"I'm Quinn. Probably the most normal person you'll meet today. You have a really fit body. Did you cheer at your last school?" she asked while checking me up and down.
I see, this was a recruitment mission. Well sorry Captain but I'm not the cheering type. Put on a song and have me dance, now that's another story.
"We didn't have a cheer squad at my last school. We barely had books to read," I joked, but it wasn't far from the truth.
"Where did you say you're from?" Quinn asked laughing at my response. Usually this would be the part where the person talking to me would walk away. Say enough weird things and they never talk to you again. But Quinn just waited for my response
"Where haven't I been from," I said, making her look at me quizzically.
A bell rang and surprisingly, Quinn and I had our first class together. Following her down the hall through a sea of students, I received a few glares from girls who had more surgery done to their face than Michael Jackson, five insults from these pig headed jocks, and made one geek drop his calculator. I felt kind of bad because it broke, but Quinn informed me it wasn't the first time he had to replace it. Quinn laughed, wrapping her arm around my shoulder.
"Welcome to Lima," she encouraged.
Smiling, I followed her into Chemistry class.
END SCENE
Every class I've been to today had been extremely boring. It was only three classes, but still, all three had nearly put me to sleep. I was completely confused as to what the teachers were talking about and nothing they said held my interest for longer than a second. The only thing that kept my attention was this annoying cute girl staring at me. She was definitely a girl with an attitude. Her black hair was shinier than a Shampoo commercial and while she was dressed in the same uniform as Quinn, her hair was down and flowing freely. She didn't pay attention in any of the classes, filing her nails as the teacher lectured, but when she was called on, she answered quicker than a flash of lightening. Maybe she was a genius, something I was far from. You would think she would be made fun for her brains, but all the girls in the room seemed to fear her. If someone bumped into her, which this one Field Hockey player did, they were the first to apologize. She was seated diagonally across from me and kept glancing back at me with wondering eyes.
I guess I had been staring too, because somehow, I found myself glancing at the lyrics written before her. She must have been a song writer. And from what I could make out across the way, it was pretty good. She spent the whole class jotting down little phrases or sentences, all while looking back at me.
"Miss Lopez I suggest you put that away before I ask you to come up in front of the class to recite it," the teacher called from the board.
If that had happened to me, I would have turned into an exploding fire cracker, but this girl, she didn't even flinch. She simply smiled at the lady.
"I'd be happy to Mrs. Greenwell," she said sarcastically. But what the teacher didn't hear, was what she said under her breath.
"It'd be a whole lot interesting then what you are saying."
I laughed at the comment, and she obviously heard, because she turned her head in my direction. I avoided her gaze, looking down at my desk, but for the second I did see her, she was smiling at me. I felt my cheeks turning red, and tried to relax, but this girl made me feel light headed. I don't know why and I wasn't about to figure out, so I began copying what the teacher had written on the board.
"Hey." I heard her whisper in my direction.
I looked up and met her eyes. I couldn't help but notice how odd of a color they were. They were brown but had a tint of a honey color. They seemed so amazingly perfect, made me want to stare at them all day. And if you knew me, that wasn't something I would think about or do. I did my best to stay away from anything dealing with love or romance. I didn't believe in love. Look what it did for my mom. But there was something about this girl that made me want to question my motives.
"Hi," I managed to get out.
"You shouldn't bother writing this stuff down. She goes over everything the day before tests. She reads right off the exams so you know everything that's on it," she whispered, still smiling.
I couldn't keep my eyes off her perfectly white teeth. Another rich kid. But something about her made me think she wasn't like all these Stepford people. I smiled back, nodding at her statement. I was about to tell her thank-you for the info, but the bell rang. I began gathering up my stuff, hoping she wouldn't approach me. I didn't need to deal with her right now. I might not even be here tomorrow. My mom could have had the worst day ever. I was just about to leave, when she stepped in front of me, blocking my way out. We were the only ones left in the deserted classroom.
"Were they good?" she asked me, flashing me a quirky grin.
"Was what good?" I asked suspiciously. She wasn't trying to ask me out was she? I've seen these cheesy lines thrown at my mom all the time. This girl seemed too smart for something like that.
"My lyrics. I saw you looking at them. You know. I don't usually let people read them before I put a song together with my band" she said in a flirtatious tone.
I scoffed. Just who did she think she was. Like I would even want to read her lyrics… Okay so I was looking at them, but I was bored. What did she expect? I guess she saw my reaction to her statement because the next thing I knew, her hand was on my arm.
"I'm sorry. I was just kidding. I didn't mean to upset you. My name is Santana," she said holding out her hand.
"Brittany," I said avoiding touching her hand.
She looked at me curiously, probably wondering why I wasn't like every other girl she probably approached, trying to claw at her. She sure looked like the popular type too. I wonder if she's friends with that Quinn girl I met this morning.
"Are you germ phobic or something? Because you would get along great with the guidance counselor" she said laughing.
"Maybe," I said frowning. What was she, a comedian on the side or something? I began walking away to my next class, which happened to be lunch and of course she followed me like a lost puppy.
"Brittany," she called, knowing to avoid touching me again.
I turned to her, smiling as she pushed through a bunch of people to catch up with me. She sure was persistent. Too bad she wasn't old enough for my mom or a boy. She needed the guy version of Santana. Usually my mom was the guy chaser, the clinger, the woman who could not possibly live without a man. Me however… Well let's just say I haven't exactly had a boyfriend, or girlfriend, let alone a first kiss. Sure I'm sixteen. But hey, when you're raised by Joan Pierce, you too would wind up much like me. I know I haven't had experience and you're probably wondering how I know if I'm bisexual, but believe me… I know.
"Santiago?" I answered back, watching her eyebrows crinkle.
"It's Santana," she corrected.
"Right," I said smiling.
"I was thinking you know since you're new and everything… Well I wanted to know…Do you have plans for lunch?" she finally managed to get out.
I didn't take her for a word stummbler, but hey you can't judge a book by its cover. My first impression of her… Cocky. But maybe she wasn't that bad. Maybe we could be friends. It's not like I would be around long enough to get too close to her. Smiling, I shook my head.
"No I don't," I answered slightly nervous. I wasn't use to talking to people, especially cute people.
"Well why don't you sit at my table. You know tell the guys what you think of my song," she joked, putting out her pinkie out for me to grab.
I looked at the hand. The hand that my mind was telling me not to go near. Danger. Danger. I looked into her eyes. They seemed sincere, like something I may be able to trust. Still on alert, I didn't lock our pinkies, but allowed her to lead me toward the lunchroom. As if I were psychic, Quinn was already at her table. Maybe I wasn't psychic, but perhaps a good judge of people. I hesitantly took a seat next to Santana and kept a safe distance from her. Quinn seemed ecstatic to find me at her table.
"Brittany this awesome. I can see you fitting into our group already. First you meet me, then you just so happen to meet my best friend," she said, referring to Santana.
I smiled, looking at the unfamiliar, yet friendly faces around me. I was introduced to a bunch of people, but I only managed to remember some names. Quinn's boyfriend Puck was your typical high school football player who seemed pretty full of himself. Santana whispered to me that he's a horny moron, but she quickly shut up when Quinn kneed her under the table. I couldn't help but laugh.
"Brittany you are extremely pale. You must not have been from a place with sun, or tanning beds." That was the voice of Rachel. She didn't look as if she fit in with the popular crowd, but if you looked past her unusual large nose and horrible fashion sense, Santana and Quinn swore she was a natural born performer. I didn't take what she said too personally. I've be called much worse than pale.
"Rach remember we're working on people skills," her boyfriend Finn asked. He was also wearing a football jacket and Rachel seemed way out of his league. I guess you can't question love or whatever. If that's what you believe.
"Rachel shut your trap. I think you look stunning Brittany." This boy Artie said. I never pictured a crippled boy in the in crowd, but the table told me my socks would be knocked off once I heard this kid's voice. Next to him was his girlfriend Sugar who like me had no singing abilities whatsoever.
Apparently Santana Lopez is in the Glee Club called "New Directions." In a way, the name was authentic, very fitting towards my life actually. The next name that suck with me was Mercedes. She was a bit chubby but had an awesome sense of humor. She was the club's go to girl when it came to hitting the high notes.
"Hey Brittany. Tonight's Friday. Are you doing anything?" Quinn asked me.
I looked around the table, watching them anxiously await my answer. In a way, I was flattered. They all really seemed to like me. I just didn't want to get too close. I mean who knows. Next week, I could be out of here. And I didn't want to get hurt. I was the strong one in my family. The one that held us all together. And if I clicked with these people… well let's not even think of the outcomes.
"I have plans actually," I lied. I could see the disappointment on their faces, especially Santana's.
"Really? Cause we're performing down at the Lima Bean. It's a coffee hangout up on Main Street. Our glee teacher is making us do it for practice.," Quinn started.
"Yeah come see us get worshiped by all our fans," Rachel gushed, receiving a series of roll eyes.
"No seriously Brittany you should like totally come. We all get free food cause were with the "band"," Sugar said, receiving a playful swat in the head from her boyfriend.
I smiled. They were really nice people. I had only made two friends in Oregon and it was hard to leave them after five months. I couldn't go through that pain again. Clutching my books to my chest, I graciously declined.
"I can't," I said, interrupted by the bell.
They nodded sadly, getting up from the table. I walked to the garbage can to dispose my lunch, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I was surprised when I turned around to see Santana.
"Are you sure you can't come tonight Britt? It'd be fun. We won't bite your head off or make you get up on stage and sing. Plus afterwards, we get free desert when the place closes up. My families' friends with the owner," she said cutely.
I looked at her and wondered what she wanted from me. Nobody had ever gone to this much trouble to hangout with me. I knew I wanted to go. It sounded like a total blast. But what if I had fun? What if I really started to like these people. The second warning bell rang, interrupting my thoughts.
"I can't," I said again, my voice a little shaky.
I started to walk away, but she gently pulled me back.
"Think about it," she said, pulling a piece of paper from her backpack. She walked away, leaving me standing in the empty cafeteria. I looked down at the paper and couldn't help but smile. It was a flyer for tonight's show. It showed a goofy photo of the club throwing slushies at one another. I couldn't help but laugh. I also couldn't help but stare at Santana and her cute expression. Did I just say cute? Did I just say Santana was cute? I couldn't do this to myself. I was just setting myself up for disappointment. Tucking the paper in my notebook, I walked to my next class.
I had to recompose. I wasn't here to make new friends. I was here until mom has another nervous breakdown. But could I live like this forever? Maybe I should let myself have some fun. I mean she lasted five months in Oregon. And I really didn't want to spend five months hanging out with my ten year old sister.
I've made a decision. I'm going to that show tonight. And I'm going to have a good time no matter what!
Chapter One
Scene Three
Little sisters can be the most annoying creatures on the planet, but sometimes, they can be cute too. Like today for instance. I walked into my grandparent's house expecting the worst. I figured mom would surrounded by a pile of tissues and chocolate, but surprisingly, she was nowhere in sight.
I heard commotion coming from the oversized kitchen, and naturally went to find out what it was. Inside, my little sister was covered in baking flour. I couldn't help but laugh at the sight.
"What are you doing Sarah?" I asked, walking over to the mess.
She looked up at me, almost panicked. She probably thought I was going to rat her out to mom, but I wasn't a bitch all the time. She quickly began to pick up the flour.
"I have to bake something for my home economics class. The teacher said it would be the only way to catch up without staying after," she said.
I smiled, wiping the flour off her nose. Lifting her onto the counter, I wet a piece of paper towel and continued to wipe the baking ingredients from her face.
"So what are you making?" I asked gently.
"Cupcakes," She answered looking down. I knew my sister very well. If she wasn't confident about something, she would get a very low self esteem. I knew she picked up on that from my mother and I did my best to break my sister away from my mother's horrible examples. I almost felt as if Sarah were mine.
"Well first of all, you don't need all this crap to make cupcakes Sar. Here, let me help you," I said helping her off the counter.
I saw her smile and that made me feel good. I know she probably had a hard time making friends at school today and I didn't want to make her day any worse.
My mother walked in just as we finished icing the cupcakes and I prepared for the worst. She smiled at the sight of her 'babies' spending quality time together, before seating herself at the counter.
"Guess what," she said excitedly.
"What?" Sarah asked while licking the remainder of the icing from the spoon.
"I got a job. A good job," she said trying to reassure us, but I could see it was said more to relieve her own worries.
"Where?" I asked.
"It's at a realtor office. As a secretary," she said trying to sound excited.
Sarah immediately jumped in her lap congratulating her, but I knew better. This job wasn't going to have us out of here anytime soon. The pay wouldn't even be enough to cover her car bill a month. I knew once she got fed up with this job, we would be on the move again. That's how it always went. So instead of congratulating her, I turned away and headed to my room.
"How come you didn't congratulate your mother on her new job?" I heard once I reached the top of the steps.
I looked up, seeing my grandfather in the hallway. He scared me. I don't know why and he did nothing to make me feel that way, but I just wasn't comfortable in his presence. I gave a quick answer and shut the door to my room. Luckily, he would be leaving for a golf tournament this weekend.
Sitting on my bed, I couldn't help but think about my life. Why couldn't I have a normal family? A dad? A friend? Everything felt so complicated and I just didn't know anything anymore. Sighing, I closed my eyes hoping to catch a cat nap before tonight…
END SCENE
I have never felt as nervous as I did, when walking into the coffee hangout. My knees felt as if they would give out and I had no clue why. Well, I had some idea, but I was trying my best to get those thoughts incinerated from my brain. I immediately saw Artie's girlfriend hanging out by the stage when I walked in, so I went over to her.
"Hey Sugar," I said, taking a seat next to her on the stage.
The place wasn't that packed, but I'm pretty sure it would get to be. Quinn smiled when she saw me from behind the stage. She looked a lot different out of her cheerleading uniform. Her short blonde hair was perfectly placed with a thin headband that matched her sun dress.
"Hey girl. I'm so glad you made it. I thought you had plans?" she said, pulling me off the stage and leading me to the table the rest of their friends were seated at.
"They changed," I said smiling, feeling a little bit better about my decision to come.
Nodding, she made sure I had met everyone at the table before heading back to warm up. I sat next to Sugar trying my best not to look around for her, but I couldn't help myself. I guess Sugar noticed because I felt a tap on my shoulder.
"She's in the back practicing," she said smiling.
I didn't like that smile. It was a smile suggesting that I was thinking about her gorgeous latina friend. I wasn't thinking about her. I don't even know her.
"Who is?" I asked, obviously not convincing her.
"Come on Brittany. I saw the way she looked at you, not to mention the way you looked at her. You got a thing for Santana," she said excitedly.
I laughed. I did not have a thing for 'Santana'… did I? I never had things for anybody, I knew better, but why can't I control my feelings this time. Why do I think about our encounter in school today every five minutes?
"Britt? What are you doing here?" I heard a voice ask.
Turning around, my eyes were met with Santana's. Her smile made my heart beat ten times faster. I smiled back, rising from my chair. She too was dressed much differently than her school uniform with tight fitting jeans and a white flowly buttoned down top. A sheer neck scarf with music notes hung around her neck and her hair was placed half up half down showing off her beautiful facial features.
"I didn't want to miss New Instructions,." I found myself saying, watching her laugh.
Why was she laughing at me.
"It's New Directions," she said.
I couldn't help but smile.
"Right," I said softly lowering my eyes. Why did I have to make a fool of myself in front of her?
"Well I'm really glad you came. It's not much because, well glee club isn't too popular, but a lot of the kids are scared to make fun of us with me, Finn, Puck, and Quinn in the group," she said.
I smiled, then looked up to meet her chocolate eyes.
"Me too," I said barely audible, but I knew she heard me.
"San let's go!" Mercedes called out from behind the makeshift curtain the place used for performances.
Santana waved her hand then turned back to me. She began leaning towards me, almost a little too close. Before I had a chance to react, I found her lips at my ear.
"Enjoy the show," she whispered, sending a million tingles throughout my body.
I watched her walk away, unable to take my eyes away from the direction she went. I felt two hands push my shoulders down, sending me flying into my seat. My eyes were met with a giddy Sugar.
"So am I right?" She asked matter of factly.
I could only smile, refusing to answer a question I didn't even know myself. As the music began, my eyes were once again met with hers. I felt as if she were singing to me. Each word, each note of music was made for me, but then the most awful thing that could happen, happened.
"Go Santana! I love you baby!" A girl called out, after the first song.
My head whipped around, seeing an almost too beautiful girl waving at Santana. Her auburn hair was as long as Rapunsels and her teeth were as white as a sheet. Her skin glowed, showing no signs of teenage acne whatsoever and I knew I immediately hated her. Sugar saw my confusion and immediately leaned over.
"Don't worry Brittany. That's her ex. Her ex that has a hard time dealing with the fact that Santana's over her," she said patting my back.
The tension was relived, giving myself a breath of fresh air. Turning back to the stage I noticed Santana's face had changed. She looked as if she were about to kill someone. Her eyes were daggered towards the red head, and I saw her mouth the words "leave" to her, but the girl didn't budge. She and her friends cheered louder.
When the first song was finished, Santana stepped up to the front of the stage. She received encouraging nods from her friends and I couldn't help but wonder if she was going to sing that song I read today in class.
"This next song I would like to dedicate to someone I thought I loved, but in the end… made my life a living hell," Santana said, smiling evilly to her ex.
I heard the girl gasp loudly and I couldn't help but laugh. The kid must have been really pissed. Looking back to Santana, my heart melted. Even though the song she wrote was meant to hurt that girl, it made me feel all gooey inside. Like I actually had a chance with her. But wait! I can't have a chance with her. I don't even know how long I'll be here. My thoughts were interrupted by her ex slamming the chair out from under her and leaving with all her friends. I looked back to Santana and to my surprise her eyes were on me. When she saw me meet her eyes, she flashed me a huge grin and I couldn't help but smile back. Oh no! What am I in for?
Dear one but not only friend,
I don't understand why all these people want to hang out with me. Is this town that boring that they resorted to me? I have nothing to give them, nothing interesting to say to them, and nothing worth sharing with them.
You see after the glee gig the other night, Santana asked if I wanted to go back to her place to hangout. Her ex girlfriend didn't get the hundred hints to leave after she decided to pop back in, so after the performance was done, Santana wanted nothing more than to leave. But she wanted u me /u to go with her. ME!
And stupid as I am, I made up some excuse about needed to get home to feed my dog. I don't even have a dog. But the thing that gets me was the look on her face. Under her tough exterior I saw a look of disappointment. And for some reason I didn't want to disappoint her. I didn't even know her, but there was something about her that made me want to impress her. I've been on the move for ever, my whole life. But after being here, here with Santana; I never wanted to move again…
Yours truly,
Forever Relocated
"Britt Witt where's mom?" my little sister asked.
"Don't call me that you little monster," I yelled, hating that stupid nickname.
Believe or not, my own mother came up with it. Not only does she torture me by never having a place to call home, she comes up with cruel nicknames for her children.
"Where's mommy?" She asked again, her voice a bit more whiny.
"She's out Sarah. I don't know I don't having a tracking device on her. What do you need anyway?" I asked, looking at the stove clock.
It was getting kind of late.
"None of your business," she yelled, running up the steps.
It felt like my head spun a dozen times. Wasn't she too young for PMS? Who knows in today's age. Oh well, at least now I don't have to answer her questions. And boy was she full of them. Brittany why do I have a bed time and you don't. Brittany why is eggplant purple. Brittany do you like the color purple.
Laughing to myself, I jumped when the phone rang. I was still a little hesitant to picking it up because after all this was still my grandparent's home.
"Hello?" I asked, grabbing an apple from the bowl on the island.
"Hi may I speak to Brittany please," the voice asked.
This was weird. Who would be calling me?
"Speaking," I said in my usual confused tone.
Apparently they thought this was funny.
"I should have figured it was you. I've known you a couple days and I've grown to love that adorable voice," they said.
Huh? Who the hell did this person think they were.
"Who is this?" I asked, mirroring my thought.
"Oh sorry I forgot to mention that didn't I?" they asked.
"It would have helped," I said laughing.
"Ha. You're right huh. It's Santana. From school," she said.
Santana? How did she get my number. But before I could ask, she beat me to it.
"Sorry for just calling. I was visiting my mom at work today. She's the school nurse at our school and I begged her to give me your number. You should be honored Brittany. She's a tough negotiator. I now have two weeks of dusting duty cause of you," she said in a charming voice.
My eyes looked up from where I was sitting and caught the toaster. I could see the smile forming on my lips. How did she do this to me? How did she make my miserable mood disappear just by hearing her sexy raspy voice?
Did I say sexy? Oh no…
"Britt you there?" she asked.
Stupid!
"Oh. Sorry. I'm here. So you've got dusting duty huh?" I asked. What am I saying? She just said that. Stay calm. Stay calm.
"Yeah. But somehow I think you're worth it," she said.
That was so sweet. Wait what am I thinking. Don't get close Brittany. You might not be here next week.
"Anyway listen. It's Saturday night. Do you have any plans?" she asked cool as a cucumber.
How did she do that? I could never ask someone something that smoothly.
"I huh," I started.
"Cause I thought maybe I could show you around town. You know. All the cool hangouts," she said.
That sounded like fun. But should I? I haven't even seen my mom yet today. Who knows what happened. She could even be upstairs packing right now and I wouldn't know. But deep down inside I know I want to go.
"I can't tonight. I'm watching my little sister. You know how that goes," I lied.
I'm so pathetic. Here is this nice girl who seems to like me. And all I can do is push her away. She shouldn't have even bothered. I'm nothing special anyway. She would have found that out soon enough.
"Oh," was all she said and she didn't hide her disappointment.
"Yeah," What else could I say?
"Alright well if you ever need a tour guide. You know who your girl is," she said, bringing back in her joyful voice. One I'm beginning to like a lot.
Did she say my girl? Wait! I want to go! I want to go and have you be my girl!
"Thanks Santana."
No! Tell her you'll go! Tell her you want her to be your girl!
"Okay well. I'll see you in school Monday?" she asked.
"Yeah," I whispered and hung-up.
What did I do? I hate this. I hate my mom! If we just stayed in one place, I would be freaking normal. I wouldn't second guess anything and I would probably have a boyfriend or girlfriend at this stage in my life. But no, I have no friends, no relationship, and no home…