We Intertwine

A/N: Like the previous one I just uploaded, this was originally on my LJ. I'll update when I can, but if you want things fasterm you can check out my LJ with the user BernyBop.

EDIT: I can't believe I forgot the prologue...So yes, prologue and Chapter 1

Prologue: Want?

It's cold today. I hate it when it's cold. Sometimes I believe that fashion is meant to kill because this winter jacket is feeling way too thin. My parents are around the corner buying us breakfast; I hope they remember to ask for extra cheese in my wrap. I hate it when we get fast food, but it's breakfast and my parents have somewhere important to go to...like usual. Oh well, more time to myself.

What's that?

From the corner of my eye I see something really dirty. More someone than something. Despite the dirty clothing, the blonde hair is sparkling against the bright sun and snow combination. And I find myself incredibly drawn to it. I blame my childhood innocence, but I escape from my nanny and run over to the park bench where the fascinating person sits fiddling with flowers.

"Hello," she greets me immedietely after I show up at her little sitting area. The snow fall is still light so the flakes were delicately coating the bench. The thin layer of snow have small imprints of hands and smiley faces and I couldn't help but wonder if this girl was lost or something.

She smiles at me, and I am surprised at how friendly and happy she looks despite how dirty she was. And wasn't she cold? I'd be cold if I were her. I'm really cold right now. Wow, she isn't even shivering, how can she not be shivering?

"Hey," I finally respond, watching her blue eyes sparkle. It was a gorgeous colour, I almost felt captivated by the shade and almost feel myself smiling.

"Want?" she asks, pushing a flower into my hand. The smile finally broke out. It feels kind of odd considering that I've been pouting about the cold for the past 15 minutes. I grip the wilting tulip in my hand and feel my face light up in wonderment. But before I respond, my parents turn me over.

"Santana!" my mother calls, "Don't talk to strangers!" The woman likes to sound strict, especially in public, but I know that she let's me walk all over her. I'm a good kid, with good grades, athletic and popular in my school...well if I went to school. I don't cause any trouble so she spoils me. A little too much sometimes but I don't mind.

She grabs my hand and starts pulling, but I don't want to go. The blonde girl already starts waving goodbye and returning to her business but I didn't want to seperate from her. I stand my ground and my dad rolls his eyes at my actions, but as per usual, he lets me do what I want.

I walk up to her and grab her arm. "Do you live here?" I ask the blonde bluntly. I think my parents flinched at my question.

"Yes," she responds, looking happy that I haven't left yet. Strange, this girl must be easily pleased. Though, most people DO enjoy my presense. I'm impressed. Beautiful eyes, gorgeous hair, and she manages to look pretty despite her wardrobe. Her voice doesn't annoy me and she's painfully friendly. She finds pleasure in the smallest of things which will definitely entertain me. And she seems to like me in general. I think I could use her. After all, my parents always talk about charity, this would be considered charity right?

"Mommy, daddy," I turn back to my parents who knew what I was going to ask next.

"Can we keep her?"

The blonde's expression didn't change, I have a feeling that she has no idea what was going on which was good for me. I think that if any normal person got asked to be 'kept', they'd freak out at least a little.

My parents look at each other, then at my bored nanny who was holding our breakfast. They both let out a sigh and nod at me.

"Fine you can-"

"Oh no!" the blonde girl had collapsed. Shit, she was probably getting too cold. And for some reason I think her forgetting about how cold she was is a good bet as to how this happened. I pull out my cellphone- yes, a 14 year old does in fact need a cell phone, and call 911 while my parents look at her.

When I hang up I watch as they tend to her unconcious form. Smiling a little, I decide that she looks cute when she was sleeping.

Chapter 1: Blondie

I'm sitting in the waiting room at the hospital, hating the smell. Is this what sick people smell like? Or is this the smell of getting better? Either way it's really depressing and I just really need to get out of here.

I open my cell to check the time and it turns out that only 5 minutes have passed. I don't remember myself being this fidgety ever, but it looks like my nanny's also insanely bored. She's fallen asleep.

I look around to see people either sleeping, in a panic, worried, or reading God knows how old magazines. I knew I should've brought my ipod today. I pull out my breakfast and munch on its contents silently, praying that we'll be getting out of here soon enough.

Then something washes over me when I see my mom come out. She has this boring look on her face, so I assume that nothing's wrong. I put away my breakfast and walk towards her, hopefully this would speed up the process.

"How is she?" I ask, feeling a soft coat of concern slowly wash over my face. The feeling is a little foreign for me, so bear with me if I am incorrect on my analysis.

"She's fine, she just has some sort of fever right now. We're going to take her home like you wanted."

I feel like jumping for joy, but it seems inappropriate at the same time. The girl is sick, so I should remain calm and concerned for her.

"We're going to make her adoption official...somehow. I don't know, your father says he'll take care of it. You and Nanna Betty are going to take care of Brittany okay? And don't forget to finish your homework for when Mr. Schuester comes over tomorrow."

I nod at everything she says, not exactly understanding or really listening to the context. She grabs my arm and leads me to where my dad is carrying the other girl in his arms. I nearly giggle, the sight is hilarious seeing as she's almost 2/3 of his size. I bet she's the same age as me.

"Let's go home now Santana."

Wait, did she say that her name was Brittany?

We're in the car and I'm sitting inbetween Nanna and the sleeping figure of Brittany. Hmm, I wonder what I should call her? B? Brit? Brittany wasn't too long of a name. Maybe blondie.

It's still snowing like crazy outside and I notice that blondie is shivering. I take off my jacket and cover her with it, feeling my lips form a smile when she does. I look ahead to see my mom staring at me in disbelief. I decide to ignore it.

"What?" I end up commenting anyways, crossing my arms.

"It's nothing dear," my mother replies, chuckling to herself. What could she be thinking?

I find myself turn a little cold as well but sleep catches me first. I wonder what life is going to be like with blondie here?

20 minutes later I find myself in bed. I guess my dad brought both of us in. I turn over and nearly jump out of bed when I see blondie staring at me.

"What the hell are you doing there?" I yell, my bum eventually hitting the floor.

"Sorry Santana! I was just watching you sleep."

Yeah, 'just' watching me sleep. Creepy, but I'm glad that she's being honest with me. I try to regain my composure and a little bit of dignity and get up. Blondie is staring at me with big blue eyes, but her face is flushed from the fever. I get back into bed and lie down next to her, watching her watch me.

"Go to sleep Brittany," I demand, resisting not to call her blondie. She nods at my request and closes her eyes immedietely.

I am definitely amused at how obedient she is. Taking advantage of this moment I close my eyes and drift back into sleep.

I am now awakened by the sound of loud music. I am not pleased by this, but I decide not to display my emotions in case the blondie was still sleeping. When I raise my head from my pillow I see a dancing blondie in front of me with duck print pajamas.

Damn this. If it were anyone else I'd yell at her to stop. But once again I conclude that blondie is very, very cute.