A/N: the first few chapters might be a bit boring because the story needs a build up, I apologize in advance. Also I'm kinda drunk right now so any mistakes are totally my fault. Now enjoy Brittana exploring the coolest city in the world and each other.
You're here.
You made it. You're in Amsterdam. You saved for months, working two shitty jobs tutoring and waiting tables. All with this in mind and you made it. You fucking made it.
That's what you keep repeating in you head while you're walking into your new room. You're in Amsterdam, in the international students dorm looking at bare, white walls in an empty room and yet you've never liked a room much.
Ever since you heard you got your scholarship to go to the University of Amsterdam, it's all you've been thinking about. Leaving your friends at NYU and your apartment was a bit hard, but you were too excited to go to Amsterdam to really think about that and besides, you'll be back in a year so it's not like you're gone forever.
Your mother was proud of you 'choosing your own path' and your dad just said he was going to miss you.
You're in your room putting your clothes away when there's a knock on the door and someone comes walking in. You think it might be the ginger haired woman who showed you your room, coming to get you for the tour but when you spin around your jaw drops. The most gorgeous blonde girl you have ever seen walks up to you with her arm stretched out.
"Hi, I'm Brittany. I live across the hall." She says as you shake her hand.
"Santana," you manage to croak out.
"So you just arrived huh? What do you think so far?" Her blue eyes are too damn distracting to think of full sentences and her smile is so bright, it's like staring into sunlight.
"I, uh, well it beats my old dorm room at NYU for sure." When you mention New York her eyes light up and she starts talking about how she went there once with her old high school's glee club and decided that she wanted to go to school there after only one visit. About how she's from Arizona, she goes to Julliard and her mom is Dutch and that's why she's here now, because she wanted to check out her roots. Normally you'd get annoyed if someone would get sidetracked that easily but you're too focused on those damn blue eyes and pale lips to even care at all.
"Sorry, I get distracted easily. Where are you from?" She notices your staring.
Before you can answer her there's another knock on your door. "Brittany, are you here?"
It's a girl's voice and Brittany's eyes widen in shock when she looks at you. "Let me hide in your bathroom, don't tell her I'm here. Please cover for me!"
You open the door and do as she said.
"Hello there, I couldn't help but notice that you just arrived. My name is Rachel Barbra Berry and I got here exactly three days ago. Have you seen a tall, blonde girl that goes by the name of Brittany?"
You shake your head.
"How peculiar, I swear I heard her voice coming from here and my hearing is exquisite." She looks deep in though but starts talking again about her living in New York and something about Barbra Streisand and that's when you decide to shut the door in her face. Brittany comes out of the bathroom laughing while Rachel lets out an annoyed "Hmpf"
Brittany has the cutest fucking giggle, "That was awesome. Thanks for letting me hide, she's a bit too much. For the last two days we were the only ones on this floor so she kept stalking me with Barbra Streisand and Broadway facts, she kept talking about singing duets and I needed a breather."
Again, you're cut off before you can respond. This time it's not annoying Barbra, it really is the ginger haired woman from earlier. "Hi Santana, I hope you remember me. I'm Emma Pillsbury, the international student counselor and I'm going to show you and a few other students around." she says nervously, "oh, hi there Brittany, Rachel is looking for you. Didn't she just come from this room?"
"I know and she did." Brittany responds casually. Emma eyes the two of you like you're insane then shrugs and says: "Right. Well, you can come with me too."
She shows you, Brittany, RuPaul, some lanky Asian kid Brittany seems to know, a blonde guy with a huge mouth, two Asians who are talking to themselves in a language no one seems to understand and a nerdy British kid with glasses who seems to have trouble walking since he's in a wheelchair, the building and the city centre. You have been judging everyone since the beginning of this tour. By now, three hours later, you're convinced that they're all total losers, except for Brittany and her Asian friend (Mike?), and should be avoided at all costs. Emma seems to disagree.
"Okay, ehm, well, you will all have dinner together now at this nice and cozy little restaurant while I'm going to get the local students who will guide you around for the rest of the evening." You groan because this was not how you wanted your night to go. The original plan involved skyping with Quinn and Puck and then maybe finding a bar somewhere close or just exploring the neighborhood, not getting stuck with some gang of misfits who are too awkward to even say their own names.
"So weirdos, who knows what the legal drinking age is in Holland? If you get it right, I might buy you a shot." you start off after everyone ordered, if you're stuck here, might as well make it interesting.
"Santana, as much as I appreciate your dedication to group bonding, I don't think we're supposed to start drinking this early. I mean, we haven't even had dinner yet and Emma told us we still have plans for this evening." That annoying girl Rachel tries to spoil your fun already.
"Okay, so Barbra over there is out. Anyone else?"
"18!" Fish lips says way too enthusiastic. Brittany shakes her head laughing, "it's 16, but they just passed a law to raise it to 18 at the start of next year." Everyone looks at her with raised eyebrows, you just smirk and order two shots. After that it's on. You do this crazy quiz to see how much everyone knows about the Netherlands and Amsterdam, even the dwarf joins in. Eventually everyone kicks Brittany out of the game and she becomes quizmaster, just because she knows too much and she's responsible for everyone else downing too many shots.
By the time the local students show up to show them around, everyone is quite tipsy, Trouty Mouth is straight up drunk already and the two weird Asians have disappeared. The locals introduce themselves and one very gay kid with too much gel in his hair named Blaine starts off the night by saying: "So, I'm from the States myself and I guarantee you that you guys are missing out on the Dutch nightlife. You guys ready to experience a crazy night?" And after some overenthusiastic howling you follow him outside and into the night.
He takes your group to a not too crowded bar somewhere in the city centre and after a while you find yourself way more drunk than you thought. You like the Asian kid, Brittany cracks you up and Trouty Mouth is not too bad either, even though he's a bit dumb. The English kid - Artie's his name- is just a really annoying geek who tries to be ghetto, Blaine is alright but you can't stop staring at his weird triangle shaped eyebrows, but god, Rachel fucking Berry is so excruciatingly annoying you don't know how long you can go on without punching her in the schnoz. So you try your hardest to avoid her, but she's everywhere with her loud voice and obnoxious stories. After another shot the hobbit almost coughs back up you can't stand it anymore and walk outside to smoke a cigarette.
Mumbling to yourself in Spanish you try to find your lighter but it apparently decided to play a game of hide and seek with you. "Dios mio" You are so not in the mood for this.
"Here, use mine." Says a voice from next to you. You turn and see Brittany standing there smiling while she holds up her lighter.
"Thanks" You say after she's lit your cigarette. "I didn't peg you as a smoker." you tell her.
"I could say the same to you." You hear the smile in her voice.
"Yeah, well I couldn't deal with fucking Barbra anymore so I had to get away for a bit."
She chuckles, "I see. She's a handful, but she's not all that bad. You just have to get used to her and not spend a lot of time with her."
This surprises you, because earlier that day Brittany said she'd only been in Amsterdam 2 days. You ask her about this and her response horrifies you.
"We did a show together once, when NYADA collaborated with Julliard."
"I am so sorry for you." Is your automatic response which causes her to burst out laughing. The two of you stand there laughing when Blaine and one of the local students come stumbling out of the bar.
"Oh hey guys.. girls. We're uh, what were we doing? Oh yeah, going home. Enjoooooy!" A very drunk Blaine says as he kisses them both on the cheek sloppily. "Byeeeeee!" And he and his friend are off, drunkenly singing and giggling to themselves. When you see them you notice that you're slumped against the wall and probably look as bad as they do. "Shit, I'm really drunk." You exhale and this causes her to start giggling again. "Me too. Let's go get the others because I think Rachel is close to puking or passing out."
Once you're inside again you run into a very drunk Rachel Berry, who is on top of the bar singing like there's no tomorrow. "Thank God, you guys came back. She won't come down and I just really want to go home and pretend this didn't happen." A panicked Mike says as he clings to Brittany's arm. Before either of the girls can reply, Sam saves the day. You can't help but stare at his lips as he says: "don't worry, I've got this." and lifts Rachel over his shoulder and just walks outside with her jacket in his other hand. By the time you, Brittany, Mike and Artie have retrieved all of your stuff and make it outside, Sam's already hailed a cab and Rachel is passed out in the backseat. You pay the protesting driver extra so he'll take all six of you instead of the legal amount of four and you end up squished together in the backseat on Brittany's lap with her arms wrapped around you and her hands on your thighs. When you give her a questioning look, she responds with a drunken grin and you can't help but think that, damn, this girl is something. Before you can tell her this, Rachel wakes up for a second and mumbles something like: "asians?"
Everyone just stares at her before Sam gets what she's trying to say and drunkenly exclaims: "Yeah, where are those Asians? Did we just leave them in the bar?"
"Maybe Chang over there knows?" You suggest in your drunken state.
"What? Why would I know?" He sounds offended.
"Because they kept trying to be chummy with you over dinner and it's all kind of blurry after that. Also, you all look alike."
"What the hell? I'm American, they hardly even speak English."
"Yeah well, can't you find out? Speak some Chinese with them?" you slur
"Dude, I'm like fifth generation Taiwanese, not Chinese. I only speak English." Mike drunkenly counters
"Whatever, you're all the same to me."
Berry chooses that moment to fully wake up and get involved, "Santana, that's soooooo racist. You can't just say that."
"I'm Hispanic, I can't be racist." That leaves Rachel staring at you wide-eyed mumbling something like "that doesn't even make sense" and the taxi driver stops the car. "Please get out. We're here and I can't stand anymore of this."
The lot of you stumble out, into your building and everyone disappears into their rooms but before you can figure out how your key fits in your lock a pale slender hand grabs it and unlocks your door for you.
"Thanks" you sheepishly grin and she winks at you.
"I really like you, Santana. I think we should be friends."
"Yeah?" You ask her. "I'd like that."
"Me too" she smiles and before she turns around to go to her own room you kiss her on the lips. She giggles after she pecks your lips once more then she turns around and you can't help the grin that forms on your face as you watch her walk away. You didn't cry while you were drunk and you made one friend. Sounds like a pretty start of the year.
