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"Brittany! Brittany, come downstairs! Dinner!"
"CAN'T I EAT IT UP HERE?!"
"NO! Your father and I would actually like to see you AT SOME POINT IN YOUR LIFE!"
Brittany sighed and quickly scrolled back up her dashhboard, clicking on the home button befroe hibernating her laptop. She got up out of her bed, taking her blanket off of her shoulders and throwing it onto her bed, she stretched a little and yawned, closing her eyes and wriggling her nose. Carefully making her way through piles of old food packets, discarded clothes and incomplete school work that was strewn about the floor, she opened her door and peered out, her eyes slowly adjusting to natural light after staring at a computer screen for god knows how long.
"HURRY UP!" Her mother called, causing Brittany to roll her eyes before jumping the last few steps, and then making her way, slowly towards the kitchen to see her family, who were already sitting around the dining table.
"Oh dear god..." her father gasped, his eyes growing wide in mock horror as he stared at his daughter. "It has awakened!"
"HA." Brittany said dryly as she took a seat next to her little brother, Dylan, leaning over him to get to the potatoes.
"Your father does have a point sweetie. You spend all your time in your room, hiding away, we hardly see you. You're a mess, when was the last time you even brushed your hair?" her mother asked as she side-eyed the birds nest that was Brittanys hair. Brittany simply shrugged and proceeded to shovel massive forkfuls of food into her mouth.
"Woah Britt! Chew your damn food girl! Jeez..."
Brittany stopped, glancing around at the table at her family who were staring at her, eyebrows raised. "'Orry." She mumbled, chewing slowly and gulping her mouthful down, shooting her family an apologetic smile. She continued to eat, a little slower this time as her family had a conversation about Dylans schoolwork, before she finished her food and tried to, discreetly, sneak back upstairs again.
"Where exactly do you think you're going young lady?" her dad asked, stopping her in her tracks about halfway up the stairs.
"Erm, just to my room, I've got a lot of homework to do..." She replied, her screwing up at the lie. She knew that if she turned around then her dad would know she was lying and would make her stay downstairs with them. Besides she had more important things to do. Tumblr, YouTube, watching her TV shows, Tumblr, googling stars of said TV shows, listening to music... Tumblr.
"Hmm. Fine. Just come downstairs once you're done. We want to actually spend some time with you." Brittany breathed a sigh of relief as she continued back up to her room.
Her dash was really quiet this evening, the same few blogs popping up every time she refreshed the page, when she saw a post on her friend Pucks blog.
'Go check out this fly bitch. She's deep and gorgeous, go follow her guys!'
Brittany rolled her eyes and chuckled at Pucks post. 'Do people even say fly anymore?' She was going to scroll past, but curiosity got the better of her and she clicked on the link, immediately getting redirected to snixyandiknowit on Tumblr. It was a simple theme, black and white, pretty normal. She scrolled through this girls blog and was pleasantly surprised. It was nothing like her own blog, which was filled with cats, dancing and food. No. This... Santana? Her blog had a load of quotes and deep feeling type shit. And girls. Normally Brittany would just take the time to appreciate the words that had been written, when a post caught her eyes. It read:
'I don't understand people, we long for affection, but when we receive it, we either grow shy or we push it away, as though we don't deserve the love and the care that this person is offering us, that we don't even want it almost. And that makes me sad. Because there's nothing I want more on this earth than to give and to be given love. To be held close when I am crying, to kiss away any tears on my lovers face. Why are we ashamed of this? Why do we insist on hurting ourselves, for the sake of pride? '
Brittany stared at the words before her, in awe almost. She could tell that this was Santanas own words, and she was surprised. She could tell that the girl was passionate about what she wrote. She glanced over to the sidebar to click on the ask when the image caught her eye. It was of two girls, a blonde and a brunette, and they were wearing matching shirts. They looked like hockey jumpers, and the girls were sitting opposite each other, the brunette was pouting and the blonde was smiling, their heads together. Brittany guessed they were girlfriends, just from their close proximity. She frowned, as she glanced at the image one last time, both trying to guess which one was Santana, while also admiring the brunettes features, her full pouty lips, her lucious caramel coloured skin, her soft dark-
'IT'S THE EYE OF THE TIGER, IT'S THE THRILL OF THE FI-'
"Sam!" Brittany grinned, holding the phone to her ear. "What's up?"
"Hey you. I was just checking that we were still on for tomorrow?" The boy chuckled happily.
"Totally..." Brittany replied, closing the lid of her laptop slightly, to stop her staring at the brunette while she spoke to Sam. It was distracting, and there was a slight sensation of guilt settling low in her stomach. 'This is ridiculous, I haven't done anything wrong.' She thought looking away from her laptop completely. She realised Sam was still talking.
"-which will be awesome. So I'll pick you up yeah?"
"Sure, see you tomorrow Sam."
"See you tomorrow"
She hung up the phone and chucked it gently next to her feet at the bottom of the bed. She lifted up the laptop lid and had one more look, shaking her head and putting her laptop away for the night, grabbing the unread book from her bedside and settling in for the night.
Santana chuckled at Pucks post."Fly bitch? That's new." She scrolled through her dash, she rarely reblogged half the shit on there, unless she really liked it or if it was anything to do with Beyonce or Mila Kunis, cos damn they were hot. Once she realised that she there was nothing interesting, she signed out, before shutting down the laptop and getting up form the sofa palcing it on the atable in front of her. She glanced at the time on her phone, 11:42, she should probably go to bed, The TwinkleBerry Twins were already asleep, but she'd heard enough lectures on 'the importance of beauty sleep' to last a lifetime. She cracked her back and wandered into her room, stripping down and getting into her Pjs, put in her earphones and climbed into bed, listening to her music until sleep came.
"DON'T YOU BRING AROUND A CLOUD TO RAIN ON MY PARADE"
Santana groaned and rolled over, grabbing a pillow and covering her head with it, in a lame attempt to block out that damn singing.
"Santana?" There was a knock on the wood beside the curtains that partitioned off her room, from the apartment. "Santana, are you awake?" Kurt asked, poking his head through the curtain.
"ALL MY LIFE, I'VE ONLY BEEN PRETENDING!"
"Ugh, Santana Lopez is currently unavailable at the moment, so please fuck off and tell Rachel FUCKING Berry to shut the hell up or I'll rub bacon on everything. Thanks for calling." She replied, sitting up to talk, before flopping back down on the bed, covering her head again and huffing in annoyance.
"Speaking of bacon, you might want to get up. Quinn's on her way down from New Haven as we speak, she'll be here soon, so unless you want a repeat of last time, I suggest-"
"STRANGERS, buh buh buh, WAITING. DAH DAH! UP AND DOWN THE BOULEVARD!"
"I suggest,you make a move and get ready." Kurt finished, shooting a glare in the direction of the bathroom.
"Quinn's coming?" Santana groaned, memories of ice cold water dragging her from sleep and soaking her bed thanks to a moody Quinn, flooded her mind. "Is cyber sex with Berry not good enough?"
"Well, they aren't technically together yet, or so Rachel says but yes. So chop chop. C'mon, I'll make you some eggs." The boy replied with a grin, spinning on his heels and walking away, the curtain flopping back down.
Santana rolled out of bed, grunting and grumbling. It was freaking 8am! Why would anyone want to get up this early?! At least Rachel had stopped singing.
"DADDY PLEASE DON'T IT WASN'T HIS FAULT. HE MEANS SO MUCH TO ME!"
Or not. Santana sighed. I'm gonna kill her. She sat on the edge of her bed, reaching for her phone and opening the Tumblr app, checking her notifications. It was the usual reblogs and likes, and she was about to put it away and go get her breakfast when she saw that she had a new follower.
'duckisinthedamnhat is now following you.' She looked at the girls icon, damn she's hot. Shame about the blonde guy, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to follow back... especially if she posts any selfies. Fuck it. She thought clicking the follow button. She smirked and stood up, chucking her phone behind her on the bed and going to get her eggs from Twinkles.