Hey all, I was really liking all of the awesome Brittana fanfics so I was inspired to write my own. If you think I should continue with this let me know! I appreciate any and all reviews.

Disclaimer: I do not own or profit from the television show 'Glee' or any of its characters or Breadstix and Sheets and Things.

"I don't want a fucking roommate!" the young, brunette woman whined to her mother.

"Watch your language, young lady. And you have to have roommate. That's how dorms work. Maybe if you get a good job you could afford your own apartment next year. Until then its student housing for you," the middle-aged Latina informed her daughter, matter-of-factly.

Santana Lopez huffed and folded her arms across her chest in frustration. She had always wanted to get out of her parent's house but she had never had to share a room with anyone. The idea of sleeping in the same room with someone she didn't even know was not something she relished. What if they were filthy and never picked up after them self? What if they were a crazy drug dealer or something? What if they stole her stuff while she was sleeping?

Santana knew that she was jumping straight to the worst case scenario but she'd heard some pretty awful college roommate horror stories from her older friends.

Unfortunately, in high school she had been so busy with Glee Club and cheering that she hadn't had time for a job, so here she was, at Virginia Commonwealth University's residential housing. Never in her entire life could she have imagined going to college out of her home state of Ohio much less in Virginia. It hadn't been her first choice but they had offered her a nice scholarship for cheering so she accepted.

The first thing she had pictured when she realized it was in Richmond, Virginia was a bunch of red necks, but that wasn't the case at all. She had only been here less than an hour but Richmond seemed like a relatively small, eclectic city and everyone had been pretty friendly so far.

"San, Honey, just make sure you don't sleep with her, okay? It'll just make things awkward for the rest of the year," Mrs. Lopez warned, pointing at her daughter accusingly. This statement caused Santana's head to whip around so fast that it made her dizzy for a second.

"Mom! Please! I will not be having this conversation with you right now...or at all...ever," Santana exclaimed disbelievingly. About a year and a half ago she had come out to her mom as a lesbian and she had taken it surprisingly well; almost too well. But she had not yet gained the courage to tell her dad. Every time he had ever talked about gay people he had made it explicitly clear that he thought it was "unnatural."

"I'm just saying," her mom defended, raising her hands in the air in a sign of defeat. They both went silent when her dad appeared a moment later next to them carrying a small microwave in his arms.

"Where should I put this?" Mr. Lopez asked, glancing around the room for a good spot.

Santana's new room was on the second floor of the residence hall, so it was kind of a pain to move all of her stuff in. Street parking was hard to come by so her parents were illegally double parked and were trying to move everything as fast as possible before their car got towed.

"I guess the only place is on top of the mini-fridge," Santana sighed. The room was much too small for two people and felt like a jail cell compared to her room at home. Being an only child she never had to share anything, and she was the first person to admit that it had made her a tad bit spoiled. It didn't help that her dad was a doctor and could spend vast amounts of money on his only daughter; another reason she was hesitant to come out to him.

Letting her eyes wander around the tiny space, she scoffed at how very inadequate it was. There was a bunk bed pressed flush to the wall with the only window. There were two wardrobes and two desks on either side of the room flush against the other walls with a mini-fridge next to the door to the outside.

The one bright spot was that she and her unknown roommate would only have to share a bathroom with two other girls in the adjoining room. Apparently, in other residence halls at VCU whole floors had to share a bathroom. Then again, smart people who lived in the honor dorms got their own room with a private bathroom.

"I think that's it, Honey," her dad breathed as he set the microwave down and flopped into one of the desk chairs. Santana rolled her eyes at him. None of her stuff had been that heavy. Nevertheless, she was glad he was there to do all of the work. The good thing about being the first one there was that she got to claim which parts of the room were going to be hers.

"Thanks, Dad," Santana perched herself on the desk and gave the room another once over. It hardly looked any different since she hadn't really unpacked any of her things or put up any decorations. The only noticeable difference was the television now perched on her wardrobe and the microwave sitting on the mini-fridge, not to mention the boxes on her desk.

"Come on, baby. Let us take you out to lunch before we head back. You might not get a decent meal again for a long time," Mrs. Lopez offered, guiding her grumpy daughter out of the dorm.

"Oh, Britt, it looks like your new roommate beat us here!" Ms. Pierce exclaimed, walking into the dorm. A moment later her eldest daughter entered with a box in her arms. The blonde glanced around the room she'd be living in for the next year and smiled happily.

"This is nice. This is only a little smaller than me and Lindsey's room," Brittany commented as her younger sister walked in with the only other box.

"You mean 'Lindsey's room'," her teenage sister corrected her, setting her box on top of the one still in Brittany's arms.

The weight of both boxes was now uncomfortably heavy, so Brittany set them down on the desk she assumed would be hers since it didn't have anything on it.

"Hey, look! They brought a microwave!" her mom noticed, ever the optimist. Honestly, Brittany could tell her mom was just trying to hide her sadness at having her eldest daughter go off to college. Brittany felt bad leaving her mom and sister alone but she needed to do this. Her dad had long been out of the picture since he had left them right before Lindsey was born, so her mom had to work twice as hard to raise them both.

While Brittany was sad to leave her mom and sister, she wasn't really worried about making friends; she was really good with new people. What she was nervous about was keeping her grades up to stay qualified for Financial Aid. She knew that she wasn't the smartest but she tried hard. If she couldn't keep her FA then she wouldn't be able to afford college and it would be back to working at Sheets and Things for the rest of her life.

"Yea. Whatever. Can we go now?" Lindsey said with an attitude, placing a hand on her hip in impatience.

"I guess we should head out. Are you sure you don't want us to take you grocery shopping so you can stock up?" Ms. Pierce asked as she pulled her daughter into a tight hug.

"I'll be fine, Mom," Brittany assured her, slowly pulling away. Her mother held her at arm's length as tears began to well up in her eyes.

"You're so dramatic, Mom. See ya, Sis," Lindsey scoffed, giving Brittany a brief hug before practically dragging her mother out of the room.

"Bye! I love you! I'll call you every day!" her mother shouted as the door closed behind them.

"I love you too, Mom," Brittany replied quietly to the empty room.

"Ah, I am so glad that they have a Breadstix down here," Santana sighed contentedly, as her parents pulled the car in front of the residence hall again.

"I love you. Call us if you need us, Honey," her mom said, reaching her hand back and placing it on her daughter's knee affectionately.

"I will, Mom. I love you. Bye," Santana replied as she stepped out of the car and onto the sidewalk. She could see her parents waving at her through the window as they pulled away and for the first time it sunk in; she was really on her own now.

She turned and made her way inside, walking slowly towards her dorm. Once she was at her door, she felt around in her pockets as her heart began to sink.

"Fuck!" she shouted, staring at the sky in anger; she had left her keys in the dorm. She was just about to knock on her neighbor's door to see if they'd let her in when the door opened.

"Are you okay?" a soft, feminine voice asked. Santana turned to see a tall girl at the door looking at her with concern etched on her face. She was extremely pretty wearing jean shorts with a baggy black and white striped shirt. Her long blonde hair fell on her shoulders in soft waves and Santana was temporarily incapable of coherent speech.

"Yea...uh...I locked my keys in here...this is my room," Santana managed after an awkward moment of silence in which the blonde girl looked at her even more worriedly. She couldn't tell if she was worried about her well being or her sanity at this point though.

"Oh! Are you my roommate?" the girl exclaimed excitedly after her brain caught up, rewarding Santana with a bright smile.

"It looks that way," Santana replied, returning the smile. Maybe this year wouldn't be so bad after all. The girl moved to the side and she nodded gratefully to her as she stepped into the room.

"I'm Brittany, by the way," the girl introduced, holding her hand out to the Latina.

"Santana. Nice to meet you," she replied, taking the offered hand. She was surprised by how incredibly soft and warm it was and she almost forgot to release it.

"I noticed you got here first. Which bunk did you claim?" Brittany asked, eyeing the top bunk wistfully. For some odd reason, Santana didn't have the desire to be mean to this girl which was a new and different experience for her. 'Bitch' was typically her default setting.

"I was leaning towards the bottom, but it doesn't matter to me," she decided on the spot and Brittany seemed really happy about this.

"Great! Would you mind if I started unpacking?" Brittany's blue eyes sparkled with excitement. Santana usually found people like her extremely annoying, but this girl seemed to intrigue her more than anything.

"I was going to do the same thing actually," Santana followed Brittany's lead and began to put sheets on her bunk and unpack her things.

"I had no idea it was this warm in the fall down here. It's still pretty cold at home," Brittany commented as she set up her alarm clock on her desk.

"I know exactly what you mean. In Ohio I was comfortable in my jacket, then I stepped out of the car here and I felt like I was boiling," Santana commented, smoothing her comforter and not noticing that Brittany had paused.

"No way! I'm from Ohio. What part are you from?" Brittany asked, interested.

"Lima Heights," the Latina answered, putting down her pillow to look at the blonde.

"I'm from Lima! What are the chances! That's so weird," Brittany exclaimed, her eyes wide in disbelief as she stared at Santana.

"That's crazy. I wonder who planned that," Santana couldn't believe they had lived so close. She wouldn't feel too far from home now that she and her new roommate could reminisce about it.

For the next hour or so they talked all about Lima and found out more about each other. Santana learned that Brittany was a dancer and wanted to start her own dance studio after college. It was easy to tell that the blonde was athletic because of her lean frame and toned legs, but Santana was trying her damndest not to pay attention to that.

The only thing she could think was that, of all the girls they could have made her roommate they had to choose the most attractive one of all. Brittany seemed oblivious to Santana staring at her and continued to talk about her family.

"Lindsey pretends to be a jerk but she really is a good kid," the blonde told her with a faraway look in her eyes. Santana finished unpacking her boxes and set the last one on the floor.

"I'm an only child, but I'm more than okay with that," she commented, flopping down on the bottom bunk.

"Do you mind?" Brittany asked, gesturing to the spot beside Santana on her bed.

"Not at all," she answered, scooting over to give her more space. There was something about this girl that made her want to be nice to her. Maybe it was her innocence or the fact that she was just so freaking friendly, but whatever the reason it was making Santana feel weird.

Her usual experience with people was extreme bitchiness under the guise of being ultra honest. The truth was that back in high school she was so bitter that she couldn't be herself since her popularity was based on a complete lie.

She had played the role of the slut back in Ohio, but that's not who she really was. Sleeping with a bunch of guys was her way of proving herself to everyone so they would never stop to question sexuality.

Santana had never really had a girlfriend though, just a series of one night stands. The only difference is that she actually enjoyed sex with women as opposed to feeling disgusting after she did it with men. Not one of her relationships revolved around anything but emotionless sex and she hoped moving to a new place would change all of that.

Her reverie was interrupted when Brittany suddenly stood up and made her way over to the bathroom that connected their room with their neighbors. She opened the door and on the other side were two girls. Santana stood up as well; she had been so distracted that she hadn't even heard them knock.

The girl on the left looked like the epitome of a diva in yellow leather shoes and leopard print leggings. The other girl was smaller with her blonde hair pulled into a tight pony tail and the phrase that came to mind was 'American as apple pie.'

"Hi, we just thought we would come by and introduce ourselves since we'll be seeing a lot of each other. I'm Quinn," the blonde girl said, holding out her hand to Brittany.

"And I'm Mercedes," the other girl introduced herself. Santana forced a polite smile, it seemed like her bitchiness hadn't really gone anywhere after all.

"Santana," she said, shaking the two girl's hands.

"I'm Brittany. Nice to meet you. I hope we all can be good friends," Brittany gushed, and the Latina almost gagged at how very cheesy and earnest that sounded.

"Definitely. Oh, by the way, some juniors are throwing a party tomorrow night to kick off the semester. It's right down the road within walking distance. Do you guys want to come with us?" Quinn invited, looking from Brittany to Santana and back.

"Sounds like fun!" Brittany looked genuinely excited and was practically bouncing on her heels. Santana was much more subdued; something about this Quinn girl rubbed her the wrong way.

"Cool. We'll knock on your door around nine and we can all go together," Mercedes said, already looking bored with conversation.

"All right, see you then," Santana finished the conversation and closed the door behind them after they left.

"Wow, our first college party!" Brittany grinned at Santana who was a little less thrilled. She had been to college parties before and in all honesty she didn't get all the hype. In her opinion, they were just a way for the upperclassmen to sleep with some freshman girls who just wanted to fit in, but she wasn't going to ruin it for the other girl.

"I think I'm going to run to the grocery store and pick up some essentials," Santana changed the subject quickly, remembering to grab her keys this time.

"Can I come? I need some stuff too," Brittany asked hopefully and the Latina didn't have the heart to tell her no.

"Sure," she replied, holding the door open for her and they made their way out of the residence hall and into the street. They both weren't really sure of where they were going but neither seemed to mind.

Every once in a while Brittany would look out of the corner of her eye at Santana. There was just something about this girl that Brittany couldn't put her finger on. She had only known her a few short hours but the blonde girl could tell that she and the Latina were going to get along just fine.

When talking with Quinn and Mercedes, she seemed aloof, rude even, but when it was just them in the dorm she seemed like such a sweet person.

Brittany was so distracted by her thoughts that she began crossing the street without looking. A firm hand grabbed her arm and stopped her as a car whizzed past, inches in front of her.

"Look out!" Santana shouted at her, breathing hard in panic. She still hadn't removed her hand but had loosened the pressure somewhat.

"Sorry! I must have spaced out," Brittany admitted embarrassedly, looking down at her feet in shame at how stupid she was.

"You should be more careful. People would think I killed my roommate so I could have the dorm all to myself" Santana joked, letting her hand slide down and fall limply at her side.

"Thanks," Brittany let out a small laugh and checked the road this time before stepping off the curb.

The rest of the trip to the grocery store was much less eventful and they soon arrived at a place that looked promising. Santana grabbed a rolling cart and they began making their way up and down the long, well-stocked aisles.

"What kind of dancing do you do?" Santana questioned, trying to learn a little bit more about her new roommate.

"All kinds really, but my favorite is hip hop," Brittany admitted while grabbing an armful of Ramen noodles.

"Is that what you're majoring in?" the Latina asked her, dropping some Mac and Cheese in the cart as well.

"Yep. It's a lot of fun and hopefully it'll protect me from the 'freshman 15,'" she replied, grabbing her stomach and falling into step beside Santana. It felt nice hanging out with her, even if they were just getting groceries. She couldn't deny that it made her feel a little too much like an adult though.

From beside her she could hear the Latina let out a snort of laughter.

"I don't think anyone is immune to that," she teased as they were coming down the last aisle.

"Darn, it was worth a try. What's your major?" Brittany enjoyed talking to her. She had lots of friends back in Ohio but something was special about Santana. They just clicked instantly.

"Ha, well about that... I'm kinda undeclared right now. I got a scholarship for cheering," Santana grinned sheepishly and distracted herself by grabbing some Gatorade.

"Wow, I never would have guessed that," Brittany giggled trying to picture the Latina in a cheerleading uniform.

"You should come watch us sometime," Santana suggested and then seemed to have realized what she said so she continued, "I mean, I think you'd appreciate it since you're a dancer and all."

"I'd like that. Maybe you could come see me dance sometime too," Brittany said seriously as they got to the registers.

"Definitely," Santana agreed surprising herself with that answer. She lifted her things out of the cart and began putting them up on the register. She noticed that the blonde woman hadn't really bought anything except Ramen and a two-liter bottle of Dr. Pepper.

"These are mine too," the Latina addressed the cashier, lifting Brittany's things onto the register beside her own.

"Oh, you don't have to do that! I've got money," Brittany argued but the woman had already rung it up.

"Don't worry about it. If you feel that bad you can give me two bucks because that's all it cost," Santana assured, giving her a teasing smile.

As they walked back to their dorm a comfortable silence enveloped them. Thankfully, they hadn't bought too much so the bags weren't very heavy or burdensome.

Once they got back to their dorm they unpacked their groceries and hung out the rest of the night watching the television Santana had brought from home. When it started to get pretty late she turned it off and Brittany did the same with the lights.

As they both laid there in their respective bunks Brittany couldn't help but think about how Santana had saved her from getting hit by that car. Then, on top of that she had paid for her stuff at the grocery store. The Latina was probably already falling asleep but she felt the need to say something to her.

"Santana," Brittany spoke timidly through the dark.

"Yea, Britt?" Santana responded which caused a smile from the blonde. She was already shortening her name.

"I'm glad they made us roommates," was all Brittany had to say and she pulled the covers up over her body in preparation for sleep.

"Me too...Good night," Santana half-whispered but she heard it and replied just as quietly,

"Good night."