Six years-old
Santana held tightly to the hem of her mother's dress, almost hiding behind her legs. Their new house was standing right in front of them, and it kind that scared the hell out of Santana, because she had never seen something that looked that big. Well, actually she had, but it wasn't like she was moving in to the Empire State Building or whatever. That new house was much bigger than their old one. It was intimidating.
"Come on baby; go take your bag to your room." Santana's mom said softly, caressing her dark hair. Santana bit her lower lip but nodded, entering at their new house carefully, as if something could come from nowhere and attack her.
Her new house was big. It was all painted in light colors, apart from Santana's bedroom. It had three floors and a basement, which Santana didn't like very much, since it was dark and kinda gross. Her new house had an yard and big windows. Everything seemed to be big in that place. And it's not that Santana didn't like her new house or something; she just missed her old house, close from her abuelita. But her mom and dad promised they would go visiting her every weekend, and she knew she would end up spending a lot of time in there, since both of them were basically always traveling because of their work, but still. It wasn't the same.
She got upstairs slowly, carrying her bag. Most of her room was already settled, apart from a few boxes with toys. It was purple, and now her parents had gotten her a bigger bed, because she was already grown. She sighed.
"Santana!"
It was her mother's voice. She got rid of her bag and ran downstairs, even though her father told her like, a dozen times not to do so. And when she got downstairs, he only eyed her, but smiled a little bit after all. "Santanita, baby, come meet our neighbors." She approached slowly, once again hiding behind her mother's legs. "Say hi to Mr. and Mrs. Pierce."
Mr. Pierce was a tall man, Santana thought. His hair was blonde and very short, different from her dad's. He worn huge glasses that made his big blue eyes look even bigger, and it seemed like didn't fit at his weird nose. But even though Mr. Pierce had kind of a weird appearance, he had such a kind smile upon his lips that almost made Santana want to stop hiding behind her mom and hug him. She then looked at Mrs. Pierce, who was also tall and slim, but had a much prettier face and instead of blue, greenish eyes. She carried the same cozy smile her husband did, and it made Santana feel comfortable around them.
"Hi." She greeted shyly, avoiding too much eye-contact. Mr. Pierce's smile got even bigger, if that's even possible.
"Hey there, cutie." He kneeled down, so he and Santana were almost the same height. "Wow! These are really nice shoes." He pointed to Santana's shoes, making the little girl grin. "Come here, Britty. Say hi to Santana." It was only then that she noticed a pair of blue eyes staring curiously at her, behind Mrs. Pierce legs. Santana sworn that was the most beautiful human being she had ever seen. The little girl's hair was tied up in a ponytail, but it was already kind of messy. She was blonde as both of her parents, only paler. A few freckles were noticeable on her nose, which only made her look much more adorable. "You girls are both the same age."
"And at the same school. See, baby? You already got a little friend." Santana's dad said, placing his hand on top of Santana's hair. She barely heard him. She was too busy staring at these eyes.
"Why don't you go showing Santana the playground, Britts?" Mrs. Pierce suggested. The little girl grinned and nodded, suddenly looking a lot happier than she was before. She grabbed Santana's hand and took her to the yard by Santana's house's side.
"Come on!" The blonde girl grinned to Santana, running to the back of what Santana assumed that was her house. Santana saw a tree with what she assumed was some kind of stairs, and on top of it, a house. "That's my tree's house. Daddy helped my build it. Do you want to see it?"
"M-maybe another time." Santana said quietly.
"Oh, you're afraid of heights? That's okay." The blonde shrugged. "I'm Brittany, by the way."
"I'm Santana."
"Yeah, I know." She smirked. "Come on, I want to show you my room!" She held on Santana's hand once again, dragging her inside the house and upstairs. "I like dancing. I wanna be a dancer when I grow up. What do you wanna be?" She then looked at Santana. "You're kinda shy, aren't you? That's okay. I like you." Santana felt her cheeks heating up. "Come in."
Brittany's room was just like Santana's, but it was pink. Like, very pink. It had almost every Disney's princesses posters pinned on the wall, and also a lot of stuffed animals everywhere. And even though Santana hated pink and didn't quite like the Disney's princesses (she thought they were all too silly and no fun, apart from Belle), she loved every inch of Brittany's room.
"So?" Brittany quirked a brow, sitting on her bed and tapping on her side, signing to Santana to sit.
"I like your room." Santana said, making Brittany giggle.
"Thanks, but not that, silly." She said between giggles. "What do you want to be when you grow up?"
"Oh." Santana's brows furrowed, and she shrugged. "I don't know. I want to be rich and famous, I guess."
"That's cool." Brittany grinned. "Will you come to my dance recitals when you're rich and famous?"
"I wouldn't miss it." Santana answered, and for some reason, it felt like a promise. Brittany's grin grew wider, and she leaned in to kiss Santana's cheek. A shy smile appeared on the darker girl's lips, and her face heated up for the second time on that day.
"Wanna play with me?" Brittany asked, looking happily at Santana. She smiled back.
"Sure."
Brittany squealed, climbing out of her bed and pulling Santana with her. Just as they were about to leave the room, someone – something growled under Brittany's bed, startling Santana. The brunette turned on her heels, meeting a pair of yellow eyes staring at her. Brittany turned around too, bouncing back to her bed. "Britt, don't!" Santana held on the paler girl's arm. "T-there's something under your bed."
"Oh, don't worry!" Brittany giggled, crawling under her bed. A moment later, she came out with a grey, absurdly fat cat. She burrowed her face on his back and kind that almost smashed him with her hug, but the cat stood quiet on her arms. "Santana, this is Lord Tubbington, my cat. Lord T., this is Santana, my new friend." She held his paw and waved for Santana.
"Isn't he a little fat?" Santana asked, immediately regretting, as Brittany pouted. "Sorry…"
"He's large bones, that's all." Brittany explained, putting the cat back on the ground. As soon as he touched the floor, he ran back to where he was. "He's a little shy, just like you." You looked back once again, but Brittany was already pulling you to outside her room. "Come on, San! I wanna show you my slide."
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Brittany made them do all sort of activities, half of them Santana didn't even know existed. They played pretend, where Brittany was the princess and Santana the hero who had to save her from the evil Lord T., who wanted to keep her locked inside his castle forever (Brittany even kissed Santana's cheek once again when she saved her, which made Santana's face even hotter). After that, the blonde girl showed a few dance moves, which were quite impressive for a six-year old, and now both of them were lying on the grass, giggling of Brittany's cat.
"Santanita?" Santana opened her eyes, meeting her mother's eyes. "Honey, it's time to go." She said smoothly, as Santana and Brittany sat on the floor.
"But already?" Brittany pouted, holding on Santana's hand tightly, as if she was afraid that if she let go, Santana wouldn't come back. "Can't she stay just a little bit longer?"
"Sorry, honey. It's already dinner time." Her mom answered Brittany.
"But can't she stay over for dinner?" At that, Santana's mom laughed, shaking her head.
"Santanita has to finish tidying her room." Santana groaned, but her mom ignored that. "You girls are on vacation. You'll have plenty of time to play tomorrow and the other days." Brittany pouted even harder, this time hugging Santana's neck. She shivered at first, but hugged Brittany back. "Let's do like this. If your mommy and daddy say it's okay, you can have a sleep over at our house as soon as Santanita finishes tidying her room. But now we really have to go, Brittany."
"Okay." She agreed, a bit happier than before. She smiled at Santana and stood up, letting go of the embrace. "Bye San! See you tomorrow. Bye Mrs. Lopez."
"Bye, Britty." Santana waved, holding her mother's hand as she guided her to their house. "Can Britt really stay over?"
"Sure." Mrs. Lopez assured her with a smile. "Did you girls have fun?"
"Yeah. She's cool." Her mom laughed, petting her hair.
"She looks like a sweet girl, baby. I'm sure she's great." She led Santana into the house. "Now come on, go help papa set the table."
She nodded, yawning and running to the kitchen. Maybe, but just maybe, living at this new house wouldn't be so difficult.
She could get used to it.