Hiya! Me and my mediocre writing are back with a new story. This is an A/U in which Brittana are roommates who try to deal with the feelings they start to develop for each other. Sam and Mercedes play a big part in this story, and other character like Quinn and Rachel will pop up too. It'll be a slow start, but bare with me. Disclaimer: I don't own glee.
Brittany knew today was going to be hard. She knew from the moment Sugar left, that finding a new roommate would be nearly impossible. But she didn't know it'd be this hard.
Brittany glanced at the clock on the far side of the living room wall, and sighed. It's 3:25. She'd been interviewing for almost 4 and a half hours and she still haven't found the perfect roommate. She reached down on the coffee table and picked up one of the sample application forms.
"Maybe putting "must be able to cook Italian food' as a requirement was a little too much," she said to herself. But she couldn't change it now. And besides, she and Sugar had Italian every Tuesday night while watching all their favorite shows. It's tradition and Brittany wanted her new roommate to keep it going with her.
Just then there was a knock on the door. Brittany sighed, "please let this be the one." When she got up and opened the door, it wasn't another applicant like she expected. It was Sam Evans.
"Sam? What are you doing here?"
Sam was a friend Brittany had just met only months before. It was Sugar's 21 birthday and she had dragged Brittany to a strip club downtown. Brittany,who had a tendency to take off her clothes when she got too drunk, had tried to go on stage to perform with the men and had to be restrained by one of the strippers. That was Sam, though he preferred the term "exotic dancer." And since that night, they've become friends and started hanging out on a regular basis.
"You told me to come over to look at the shower head, remember? It's still broken right?"
Oh right,the shower head. Brittany had forgotten she'd asked Sam to take a look at it. The one in Sugar's old bathroom was broken and with a new roommate moving in soon, Brittany needed it fixed fast.
Brittany quickly moved to let Sam in and gave him a hug "I completely forgot you were coming today, I'm sorry. Thanks for doing this for me."
Sam smiled at her, "No big deal Britt, just show me where the problem is."
"Okay." Brittany led Sam through the apartment, which was more like house, and up the stairs to Sugar's old room. It was the first time Sam had been upstairs.
"Wow," he said in amazement. The room huge. It had too much space than Brittany knew what to do with,which is why she'd taken the smaller room down the hall and let Sugar have the master bedroom.
"Yeah, it looks bigger with all her stuff gone though" she said. "Come on,the bathroom's in here." She led Sam through another door in the massive room that led to a massive bathroom.
"Whoa. Britt, how can you afford this place?"
"I can't, that's the problem! Why do you think I'm looking for a new roommate?"
"Well this place is sweet. If I could afford it, I'd move in myself, no questions asked."
Brittany laughed, "Thanks Sam. I'd rather you than some random stranger any day."
The doorbell rang.
"That must be another applicant. You get started on the shower. I'll be downstairs if you need anything."
"Will do," Sam said. He was already examining the shower like a professional.
Brittany left him to it and made her way back to the foyer to open the door.
It was a woman this time. A gorgeous woman.
"H-hi," Brittany greeted her.
"Hey. Are you Brittany Pierce?" The woman asked.
"Yeah that's me. Are you here to look at the apartment?" Brittany asked even though it was pretty obvious she was.
"Yes. Can I come in?" Brittany nodded and moved aside to let her in.
While the women walked around the downstairs, making comments about how how nice the furniture was, and how she liked the open space of kitchen and living room, Brittany shuffled awkwardly behind her, studying her.
Brittany wasn't that great with distinguishing races or ethnicities, but she was sure this girl was Hispanic. She had naturally tan skin and jet black hair that reached a just a little past her shoulders. And she had really pretty brown eyes from what Brittany could tell in the 30 seconds she'd looked at them. Did she mention this woman was gorgeous?
"What's your name?" Brittany thought to herself.
"Santana," the woman said nonchalantly while admiring the fireplace in the living room.
Brittany had jumped at the sound of her voice, she hadn't meant to ask that out loud. But at least she knew what to call her potential roommate now.
"So..Santana. Do you like the place?" She asked.
Santana took one final look around the downstairs and looked right at Brittany. It made her nervous for some reason.
"I'll need to take a look around upstairs," she said. And before Brittany could say anything, Santana was already up the stairs.
"The available room is all the way down the hall, on the right!" Brittany called up.
"Gotcha!" Santana called back.
While Santana looked around upstairs, Brittany went back over to the sofa and waited. She didn't know what to make of Santana. She seemed nice enough, but then again, Brittany had only known her for 20 minutes. "But I'm desperate. If she can agree on half these terms, I can make this work."
It took Santana a while to come back downstairs,but she looked relatively pleased when she did.
"You know there's a man in my bathroom right?"
"Oh that's just Sam. He's in there trying to fix the shower. It's kind of. ..broken." She hoped that wouldn't be an issue for Santana. Wait, did she say her bathroom? Does she want to live here?
"When will it be fixed? I'm on a tight schedule."
"I don't know. Soon, hopefully," Brittany said honestly.
"Bummer."
Brittany didn't like the look on her face. It looked like she was changing her mind about something.
"You can use the one in my bathroom!" She blurted out. Santana looked shocked at her outburst. 'God, I must really look desperate now.' Brittany thought.
"I mean, if it's not fixed by the time you move in, you can use mine. It wouldn't bother me and I'm a very clean person, I promise!"
Santana looked like she was thinking it over. "Fine. I could deal with that for a few days."
Brittany sighed in relief. "So you want to be my new roommate?"
"Yeah this place is best I've seen in weeks."
"Great!" Brittany said before remembering all the rules she put on the application. "There's just one little thing we have to go over before we can officially be roomies."
She gestured for Santana to sit down and she did. Brittany gave her the application/roommate agreement and read it over with her.
"So we have to go over the basics. For example, do you have a steady job and can you afford to live here? Because I don't want to be in the position when we can't pay rent because you lost your job." Brittany said. She hoped she didn't sound rude asking Santana these questions,but they were important.
Santana didn't seem to mind though. "Yes I have a steady job, it's not something I can get fired from. At least for a year. And I do make enough to afford this apartment, don't worry about that."
Only a year? That didn't sound as reassuring as she wanted, but Brittany decided to move on.
"That's good enough, I guess. Do you have any problems with cats? Because I have one."
Lord Tubbington is the reason the last girl didn't work out. She got two feet in the door before she started sneezing because of her allergies.
Santana crinkled up her nose in way that Brittany found cute. "They're not my favorite animal, but no, I don't have a problem with cats."
"That's a relief. Lord Tubbington will be glad to hear that. Okay the next one is about groceries. I think the simplest way of doing this is if we each take turns buying essentials, like milk and bread. But for special things, we can buy those ourselves and share if we want to?"
"Sounds good, Brittany."
This was going smoothly. They went down the list, covering everything from chores, to parties, and to TV schedules. Santana was more flexible than Brittany thought she was going to be.
"The last one is about sexual partners. " Brittany said awkwardly. She was praying Santana wasn't the type to bring a guy home every other night. She didn't have have a problem with one night stands, she just didnt want to hear it. Or wake up to stranger after stranger making waffles in the kitchen, the morning after.
"You have a rule about when I can have sex?"
"No..yes..sort of. It's more like you give me a head's up if you're bringing someone home. Is that okay with you?"
Santana sighed deeply,but agreed. That was the one thing she hoped she wouldn't have to compromise on. She did that enough at her current place.
"Well that's it. All you need to do now is sign."
"Great." Santana took the the papers from her, signed her name, and gave it back.
"Santana Lopez? That sounds so familiar," Brittany told her.
Sanatana smirked. "It should, Brittany. We were on the cheerios together in high school."
...Wait what?
What was Santana talking about? There's no way she went to Brittany's old high school back in Ohio. She did remember a Santana Lopez though? Was this her?
"Here, let me jog your memory," Santana said and moved right in front of Brittany.
Brittany's breath hitched. Santana was incredibly close. So close, Britt could feel her breath on her face. Santana reached her arms up behind Brittany and took the scrunchy that was holding her hair together in a bun. She put the scrunchy in her own hair, a high pony, and suddenly everything clicked.
"You really are Santana!" Brittany realized. "Wow you look different."
Santana laughed "I hope you mean a good different "
"A great different. A fantastic different."
Brittany couldn't pinpoint exactly what had changed,but there were some small things. Santana was curvier than she remembered, but still thin. And her face had matured over the last 6 years since Brittany had last seen her in 11th grade. She thinks the biggest change was seeing her for the first time out of the cheerios uniform and with her hair down. Yeah that's got to be it.
This was great. Brittany remembered enough about Santana to consider her an old friend. That's way better than living with a complete stranger.
"Why didn't you say anything before?" Brittany asked her.
"I was waiting to see if you would recognize me. But it seems you're still as...Brittany as always."
She didn't know what Santana meant by that,but she was smiling at her, so Brittany didn't think it was an insult.
"Either way, I'm glad I'll be living with with a familiar face. This is going to be so fun," she beamed.
"I'm looking forward to it too. Listen Brittany," she says, getting up and going to the mirror in the foyer to fix her hair. "I have to go now, but I'll see you in two days, okay?"
She gave Brittany back her scrunchy. "Yeah okay. But what's going on in two days?"
"I'm moving in."
"Wait what? That's so soon."
Santana shrugged. "I like to move fast."
They exchanged phone numbers and Brittany told Santana what time she'd be home to help move her things in. With that, Santana left ,followed by Sam 10 minutes later. He told Brittany he needed to order a new part for the shower that'd take at least a week to get there. When everyone was gone, Brittany felt like she could breathe again.
Today had been eventful.
I hoped you all enjoyed! Reviews appreciated.