Disclaimer: I don't own anything apart from the story line. This happens 5 years after Santana broke up with Brittany and Brittany sent her to New York. Brittany did not go to MIT and graduated McKinley before leaving for England.
After setting my bag down on the sofa all I wanted to do was relax, interviews are exhausting. It's their job to be nosey but they have to keep pushing, they always want to know my 'love life' and never believe me no matter how many times I say there isn't one. I've never had a love life for 5 years but that doesn't mean I haven't gone horizontal in that long, yeah that's something I'm not going to share. I haven't found love since my first love but that's fine, it's not that I'm not over her it's just the fact we went through so much together. She was my best friend, my first kiss; we took each other's virginity at the young age of 12 and I only came out for her. I believe I was in love with her from the first day we met but life got in the way and that ended.
"Hi, my name's Brittany why are you all the way over here by yourself and why are you facing a wall" Brittany asked staring at the wall to see if she was missing something interesting. She kept squinting to see if that worked but it didn't. I'd never seen eyes as blue as hers before, it was the first day of kindergarten and all of my family had dark eyes. The old people that lived in our street had blue eyes but they were more grey than blue, hers were like the ocean and her skin was milky white. Her hair was my favourite though, the way it glistened in the sun. She was beautiful.
"You can't talk to me; I don't want you to get into trouble like me. I have to face the wall, there's nothing interesting there." I commented as she was still trying to find something. "I'm Santana but you should really go now, I'll talk to you at lunch time."
"That's a really pretty name, it's just like you! Why did you get in trouble Santana?" Brittany gave me a questioning look but she continued to stand not caring whether she was caught or not.
"I kicked someone when they pulled my hair but the teacher never saw that so only I was punished." I said not really caring. It was the first day but I was used to being punished and this was nothing. "You need to leave before you're punished too." I continued as I looked around for the teachers.
"That's not fair-"
"Brittany Pierce you know you're not supposed to talk to people being punished, stand and look at the wall just like Santana. You can't disobey the rules and get away with it" Brittany was rudely interrupted by an ugly old teacher that clearly hadn't been shopping in years. I looked towards Brittany and she was beaming, literally beaming. Her eyes were even bluer and her cheeks bunched up because she was smiling so hard.
"Why didn't you go away when I told you to?" I questioned but her smile never faltered. "Now you're in trouble and why are you smiling?"
"Because now I get to talk to you for the whole of break." She responded not even thinking about it.
That was the first time I had ever felt truly special and it never stopped happening throughout the whole of school. A beautiful friendship was born which developed into a beautiful relationship in our senior year. I'm not bitter that our relationship ended, I ended it. I was stupid but I wanted better for her, distance was involved and she was lonely. She deserved better so I gave it to her, I'm just sad I lost her as a friend. She was the one who sent me to New York and always believed in me and that's why my first single is dedicated to her. I just hope she sees it when it's released on Monday. Our friendship just ended, phone calls just grew further apart and then stopped when she disappeared. No one knew where she went she just told them she was going to live her dream.
Cooking is a big no for tonight, after an exhausting day takeout is definitely the option. After calling my favourite pizza place in South Hollywood I settle down in front of the fire and turn the TV on. It would be lovely to share this with someone but dating never worked and I don't want any of my hook-ups here. Just no, we always go to their place so I can sneak out. It's going to be harder once I get recognised more.
Halfway through Jersey Shore I hear a knock at the door. All reality TV is my guilty pleasure, it ranges from talent shows to trashy TV but I love it all. I pick my purse up almost racing to the door because I can already taste my pizza. It's always easier to pay on my card and transfer it through so all I have to do is tip the guy. After unlocking the door I hold the money out and hold my hand out for the pizza without looking up but that smell. I can smell my pizza, the mozzarella, the Cajun chicken, the red onion and spicy pork but I can also smell something that shouldn't be there. Something that's so familiar that I shouldn't have been surprised when I looked up. But I was, the familiar hair was as blonde as ever and those eyes were just as blue as they'd always been.
My mouth was dry, I couldn't speak. I hadn't spoken to Brittany in over 4 years; she just dropped off the face of the earth. I had no idea what I wanted to say to her, I wanted to invite her in but tell her to leave. Like I said I'm not bitter but who the hell turns up at someone's door at 9pm when they haven't spoken to you for 4 years. For some reason my heart sped up and my breathing got a little heavier.
"Br-" I couldn't, I failed. I didn't know what to say never mind actually say it. I couldn't do anything, I was frozen.
"Hi San may I come in, I have your pizza." She said holding my pizza up and giving me a shy smile. That's when I realised I couldn't turn her away and make up an excuse because she had my damn pizza.
I didn't say anything, I still couldn't. I just stepped to the side and allowed her to walk in; she took her shoes off and went straight to the couch, not hesitating to put her feet up. Well at least she's comfortable, how could she act like this without talking to me for 4 years?
I didn't go straight to her, I couldn't. I managed to shuffle my way to the kitchen and grab two Dr Peppers and two plates. I'm not a big Dr Pepper fan but there's always some in the house , I obviously hadn't broke the habit after buying it for the good part of 15 years. I used to make sure my Mami picked it up when she went shopping so Brittany could drink it when came over.
I headed to the couch slowly; my heart had slowed down so I was finally able to squeak out words. I sat at the opposite end and gained a warming smile from Brittany when I handed her a plate and her Dr Pepper.
"What are you doing here?" I asked harsher than what I was supposed to but I never took it back.
It didn't even affect and that hurt me. She was so used to me being a bitch that she had grown immune. I tried my best not to be hurtful towards her but it always slipped out, she still stuck by me though. Well until 4 years ago.
"First of all put that plate down, since when have we ever ate pizza from a plate. What are you fancy now?" Brittany grinned and then continued. "To answer your question I'm at your house to see you. Isn't that obvious? Why would I come to your house for something else?"
"I got that part but why do you want to see me now Brittany and a lot has changed in 4 years. You don't know me anymore." I spat, maybe I was still bitter.
"Oh please I still know you like the back of my hand Santana." She said calmly as she started on the pizza. "You're distancing yourself from me afraid we might accidently touch, you're being a bitch because you don't want to let me in again. Afraid something might happen like last time. You're still not a fan of Dr Pepper because you still pull that face when you drink it but I guess you haven't broken the habit just like I haven't when buying skittles. Your house is here, in the middle of some fancy neighbourhood because you know these people won't bother you and you won't have to make new friends. I bet when I go outside the pool isn't square or rectangle I bet it's in the shape of a kidney bean because that's more natural and reminds you of the lake we used to play in." She rose from the couch, slid open the curtains and peeked out before turning around with a smile and sitting back down. "Wringing your wrists is something you always do when you're nervous and you're doing it now because you know I'm right with everything I've just said, would you like me to continue Santana?" She finished and took another bite of her pizza.
She just called me out on a hell of a lot of things and was right. She did still know me, she's always known me better than I know myself and that still frightens the shit out of me.
"What do you want Brittany?" I asked again unwilling to look into her blue eyes. I know I'll melt and won't be able to keep up this hard act.
"I want to talk to my best friend, I want to congratulate her on her upcoming single, and I want to share my experience in England. I want to tell you everything you missed and I want you to do the same."
"What we just go back to normal after 4 years without contact, you went to England. That's why you didn't contact me? Its 2018 you could have done something! Don't you think it's too late Brittany? 4 years without contact is a hell of a long time and that wasn't my decision. You can't turn up 4 years later and expect everything to be just how you left it. Do you know how much that hurt me when no one knew where you were? We may have broken up but my best friend just dropped off the map. You could have been killed for all I had known because you didn't tell anyone anything. So no I'm not going to listen and I'm not going to share everything you missed. You should have been here and I think it's time for you to leave." I yelled trying to keep my cool but anyone would have caught my voice cracking.
I stood up and opened the door; I wasn't ready for this, to have her back.
She sat fiddling with something for a while but after she just got her shoes on and left without a word, I felt bad but I couldn't deal with this. All of the feelings just came flooding back and I just needed to get away. Driving always helped.
After driving for a good 2 hours I made it back home to clear everything up so I could go to bed. When I went to clear the table that had the pizza on something caught my eye. It was a business card. 'Brittany's School of Dance' was printed in big swirly letters on the front equipped with the silhouette of a ballerina and contact details on the other side. The card would look very professional if it wasn't bright yellow and baby blue. Classic Brittany, I couldn't help the smile that broke out on my face. She always knew how to make me smile even when she didn't mean to. I'm pretty sure she would have had an argument with the card designer when she picked the colours but Brittany never cared what anyone thought apart from me. Then I realised a note underneath the business card.
'San, I know you're mad right now. Well no you're actually smiling because of the business card and yes I did have an argument with the lady just in case you're wondering. You're still mad though so take your time to think or whatever. I'm starting a dance school just in case you hadn't noticed and I would like you to come and see it. I'm sorry for leaving you mad/upset but I had to see you and try to fix whatever I had broken. You have my contact details and I hope to hear from you soon. Britt Britt xo'
She does know me so well, she knew I would smile at the colours and she knew I would wonder about the argument. What she didn't know was that I wasn't mad, I was sad and had many feelings to deal with but I wasn't mad. I was at the time because I wouldn't have made her leave if I wasn't but I miss her and I want an explanation. Part of it was my fault and seeing her just made all of the feelings I had locked up for 5 years resurface. Any other friend wouldn't have made me react in that way and that just proves I still have feelings for Brittany S. Pierce.