Author's Note: I see you have stumbled upon my first fanfiction for glee. I hope you like it. Try not to think of the characters as in the Glee Universe, but as just plain students going to college. I decided to write this because of some feelings that i've had for my best friend for many, many years. I am trying to express my feelings using the characters, whilst staying almost true to their personalities. Brittany is not an airhead and they were never cheerleaders or in Glee. I'm sorry if that upsets anyone. I hope you like it. Please let me know what you think. Regardless i will continue because writing is my passion, but it would be awesome to hear some feedback.
Disclaimer: I do not own glee or any of the characters.
Chapter 1: Moving In
We stared at each other for a moment before finally my mouth twitched. I couldn't hold in my excitement any longer. My mouth opened and I was no longer in control of the giggles escaping. Instantly as if contagious, Santana started laughing hysterically with me.
"We did it! We're here!" I yelled. I tried to run around but instead collided with some boxes on the floor.
"Yeah we did Britt." She said softly, helping me up. It was moments like these that i treasured. Moments when her eyes were the softest shade of brown and her face was completely relaxed. I stared into her eyes completely in Awe at how beautiful her brown eyes were and how well they worked with her dark skin tone. I found myself wanting to feel how soft her hair was and feel her warmth. Each thought hit me like sharp rocks; surprising and unwanted. I shook my head and smiled at her before walking over to my luggage that was piled onto my bed.
"Come on San! The quicker we unpack, the quicker we can explore." I said happily. She shook her head before walking over to her own bed and grabbing ahold of the first bag. The first item I unpacked was a large book.
"oh no," I groaned, "looks like my mom thought I would need this. There goes my plans for partying like crazy and sleeping with everyone." I laughed before placing the bible gently inside my desk. I may not be as strictly christian as my mom, but that doesn't mean that I didn't believe. Santana laughed along with me before placing her Ipod into her dock.
"Done!" I yelled happily, staring at the room. Admittedly the room was pretty small, but that didn't make it any less cozy. Our beds were In an LShape to create a illusion that there was more room. In between the two closets sat our micro fridge with the small flat screen that Santana insisted we needed. Overall the set up was perfect. My dresser was too tall to hide under my bed, so it was inside the closet and my desk was in between my bed and closet.
"Finally." Said Santana. She hopped off her bed and stood next to me, "it looks perfect." We shared a smile and for a moment I couldn't look away. It felt like we were sharing more than just this room, it was like we were starting our lives out; together. A soft knocking on the door broke through our thoughts and ended our moment.
Santana walked over to the door hastily and threw it open, while I sat on top of my empty desk and watched as her face went from happy to annoyed.
"What do you want Frodo?" she asked with her trademark smirk plastered onto her face.
"Seriously Santana, we have known each other for four very long years." I heard a loud voice scold.
"Very long," Interrupted Santana.
"Yes in fact they were very long years." Huffed Rachel, "We have even at one point I believe been slightly friends" Santana stared at her, "Okay maybe mere acquaintances. I was hoping we could put all of our differences aside and become friends." Santana's hand was twitching on the door and I could almost see the door slamming in her face. Even though Santana and Rachel never became good friends, Rachel and I did. She helped me a lot over these last few years and no matter how annoying she can be, I still am grateful.
"Santana, be nice," I said with my softest voice, with hopes that she would actually listen. To my luck her body looked less tense and she sighed.
"Fine. Come on in Fro-, I mean Berry." Rachel smiled the brightest smile yet and pranced in, "Well I must say, I love what you've done with these rather bleak dorm rooms. It looks so lively," she said looking at the pictures that I had taped onto the wall. She then turned to Santana's side and was met with a rather empty wall. Aside from a few pictures of us and our families, her wall was bare.
"Don't start," Santana said eyeing both of us. My mouth instantly closed, "So did you just come find our dorm so you could guilt trip me into being friends with you or do you have a real purpose for this lovely visit." I shrugged when Rachel looked at me, she did interrupt a moment we were having.
"Sorry, I almost forgot. A bunch of us were going to the dining hall together, I saw your names on your door and I knew it was you two. I thought you'd like to join us." Rachel said happily. Santana opened her mouth and just from her body language, I could tell she was ready to say some harsh words to poor unsuspecting Rachel.
"Sure, we'd love to," I said quickly, hoping that Rachel would take the hint and leave.
"Awesome! Well I still have your number Brittany. We will see you two at 5:00 sharp. We are all meeting at the quads dining hall."
"Great," replied Santana, "we will meet you there."
"Okay, well I need to go back to my room and prepare. I'll see you in a bit, neighbors." Rachel strolled out of the room quickly giving us the chance to digest what she'd just said. Santana's eyes widened and she ran to the open door.
"Did she just say neighbors?" I laughed and pushed her away from the door before shutting it.
"Yes she did. Maybe you could ease up on her?" I suggested, "I mean she is our neighbor and we will most likely be seeing her more often."
"No, this is one of those things that I can't do." She smiled mischievously.
"Can't or won't," I asked with a smile. I shook my head at her; this was definitely going to be a long year.
The walk to the dining hall was shorter than I expected. It was a bit windy, but overall about a 5 minute walk. Santana and I talked about our class schedules and all of the rumors of how gross the food would be. I couldn't picture not having her here with me. We'd been friends since the age of 11 and ever since have been nearly inseparable.
"Wow I didn't realize this many people lived on this quad," I said eyeing all of the students. Part of me was excited and anxious to learn which of these students I would be calling my family in four years. Just thinking of the fact that Santana and I will probably graduate with a good handful of these people excited me. We swiped our ID cards and entered the cafeteria area. With our trays in hand we walked around and checked out our options.
"Well the chicken looks edible," laughed Santana as she stabbed it with the large fork. She had been apprehensive at first of the dining halls due to all of the reviews. I rolled my eyes and took the fork from her before she could stab the meat anymore. We piled the food onto our plates and walked around the crowds to the seating area. Almost all of the tables were full.
"Santana, Brittany, over here!" yelled the unmistakenable voice of Rachel. She was seated at a round table surrounded by a small group of students. I could hear her voice even from halfway across the room. Santana of course rolled her eyes at Rachel before guiding us over to the table. She had saved two seats for us luckily.
"There you two are, I was worried you had gotten lost." She said, "Well sit down!" she laughed. "This is Quinn, Mike, and Mercedes," She pointed at each starting with the girl with the short blonde hair.
"Hi," I said happy to meet some new people. Santana nods at them. She can't be serious. I elbow her, which causes an annoyed Hi to slip out of her mouth. Before they could even reply, Rachel starts talking about how she wants to join the drama department and how we should all join her. By the time she finishes speaking almost all of our food is done and everyone looked completely bored. At this point, I have no idea what she was talking about because I could feel how close Santana's leg was to mine and my mind zoned out anything she had talked about.
"Oh I ran out of water, I'll be right back," Rachel said quickly before getting up and sprinting to the fountain. I turn to Santana who looks ready to sprint to the stairs and out the door.
"San," I whisper, "don't," she groans and then glares at me.
"So how do you two know each other and how do you know Rachel," asked the Blonde haired girl.
"We all went to high school together," I shrugged
"Yeah we're not really friends with Rachel," Said Santana with a laugh.
"San," I scolded, "What about you guys?"
"Oh Mercedes and I are friends from back home along with Mike."
"That's cool, So I'm guessing your roommates?" I asked trying to keep the conversation going. They all seem so nice and it would be awesome if we could make new friends.
"Nope I'm actually rooming with Rachel," said the blonde girl who I'm guessing would be Quinn.
"Bummer," said Santana with a wide smile on her face, "you're going to love her."
"She's definitely something else."
"I'm back." Said Rachel cheerily, "Did I miss anything?" We all shared a smile before allowing Rachel to take over the conversation.
Hours later, we found ourselves in our dorm cuddling on my bed, while watching TV. Thank goodness the school provides cable or else Santana would have gone crazy! It was bad enough that I made her sit through dinner with Rachel for nearly 3 hours, but at least now I'm glad shes having a good time. I felt a warm pressure on my shoulder and a content sigh come from Santana. Her head was now leaning on my shoulder instantly my heart started pounding. You would think that I would be used to this feeling, its weird. Whenever Santana gets close to me, my heart beats quicker, my breaths come out shorter, and I heat up like a radiator. For years this has been happening, yet it doesn't happen with anyone else. I remember when it first started happening.
I was 13 years old and watching a movie with Santana at her house. We were on her bed cuddling like usual, when suddenly her body shifts closer and she moves her head to my shoulder; my body lit up like a log on fire. I tried to count my breaths so she couldn't feel how fast my heart was beating. I felt like it was beating loud enough for everyone to hear. That was the first time I felt it. As the years progressed the feeling only grew more intense. When I was 14, I decided that maybe what I felt wasn't exactly friendship, so I decided to talk to her.
"San everything you just described, I feel for you." We were talking about love and how its supposed to feel. Santana had just gotten her first boyfriend and was trying to understand if she loved him or not. She stopped in her tracks and looked straight at me. Her eyes were wide with panic, but still gentle.
"Britt." She said taking a deep breath, "I am your first and only real best friend. Maybe you're just confusing the friendship for something else. I mean we are really close." That was the first and last time we ever discussed it. I thought that she would have distanced herself from me, but instead we grew closer.
Now as I lay back watching this movie, I can't help but wonder if what I'm feeling really is normal. I shift slightly, so as not to wake her, and just watch her. Her eyes are closed and she has a content smile on her face. Eh what's the rush in talking with her, we have the next four years to talk.
Author's Note: So what did you think?