Pilot. Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes, since my English isn't really that good.
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Waking up in a place like this made me feel completely lost.
Where am I? Why the fuck is my head hurting like someone just stood with a hammer and hit it against my head for an hour or two?
I forced my eyes open, to try and take in my environment. My sight was blurry when I realized that I was in a bathroom, in a bathtub if you have to be picky.
The door was open, and the hallway outside was beaming in sunlight into the cranked up space I've found myself in.
With a shaky and tired body I tried to stand up, and with all of my power I eventually got up, out of the somewhat wet bathtub.
A horrible scent filled my nose, and as I felt my stomach cramp up and twirl, I hurried over to the toilet, and within a moment my body had emptied itself from whatever was in its stomach.
Slowly my memory was coming back. I was in New York and yesterday I had been to a pub, drank a bit too much, obviously.
Never mind, I had to find someone who could tell me where I was.
My body shoved itself from the floor, as I wiped my mouth off with my arm.
That's when I noticed I didn't have my normal clothes on.
I looked at myself in the mirror, to see my hair in something that can only be described as a "black chaos". A black and white football jersey was keeping my upper body warm. Not that kind that you get from actually being in a football team, but that kind that you could find at any alternative clothing shop. This one had a peace mark on the front.
My head felt as it was going to explode. God, what did I drink yesterday? Without thinking further on it I ran my hand through my black mess of a hair, and walked silently through the door of the bathroom.
My somewhat clearer sight was now filled with a white light, only to make my head hurt even more.
Shocked by the light, I stumbled a few short steps to the left, trying to find my way to a place less hard for my hangover body to handle. Running my hand against the wall, I found a corner and pressed my body against in. With a few more steps I finally found a place that wasn't as bright and annoying as the hallway. After blinking and rubbing my sight told me that I had found myself in the kitchen of the apartment I was located in.
By looking at the kitchen I couldn't really define what kind of people lived here, but something caught my eye. On the fridge there was a photo of a girl with stunning, piercing, blue eyes, and blind hair that framed her face in, making her look like an angel. Beside her there was a boy with the same blue eyes and blonde hair. A wide smile was placed on both of their faces, it looked so genuine and happy; I couldn't help but to wonder if they were a couple.
Shrugging my shoulders, I stumbled on, leaving my thoughts of the picture behind me as I started looking through the cabinets, in a search of a glass.
"They're in the top left one"
It twirled around in shock, accidentally hitting an empty can of beer over. By the loud noise when the can hit the floor I both jumped and felt like I was going to die.
"I'm sorry" I mumbled, feeling the shame cripple my body.
What's wrong with me, I didn't ever say I was sorry.
I bent over and picked the can up, and while I started moving upwards again, I saw the blonde figure moving closer.
"For what?" the angelic and sweet voice said. Stunned by the piercing blue eyes and the peachy lips that wasn't more than half a meter away from me, my body shivered.
Shrugging my shoulders, I looked down at my feet "I don't know, I just.."
She took the can from me and opened a cabinet, throwing the empty piece of metal into the bucket placed inside.
"Where am I?"
The girl straightened up and grinned, almost like a four year old could've done.
"You're at me and my brother's house, my brother just couldn't leave you at the bar. You were severely drunk and this really creepy guy kept saying he wanted to take you home, I was certain that he was going to eat you up any minute. Not that I remember much either, I was pretty gone myself."
She giggled and gave me a childish smirk. Without even knowing why, I caught on and giggled myself.
"So.." I started. "What's your name?"
"Brittany. I'm shocked you don't remember it, we really connected last night you know"
The girl gave me a wink and grabbed a chair, pulling it against the stove. While lighting a cigarette
she put on the fan.
After making a gesture to grab one myself and sit down, she also sat down, crossing her bare, thin, long legs. That's when I noticed she was wearing my big white "bright eyes" T-shirt.
She lit my cigarette. Gazing at her movements, taken by her beauty, and her grace, I finally realized I was being talked to.
"Uh.. come again?"
She giggled once more and said a bit louder:
"Please tell me that your name really is Santana?"
I felt my face getting a bit flushed.
"Uh, yeah. Of course."
Taking another blow of the cigarette, I changed my seating in an awkward way.
No doubt this girl was kind, but what the heck am I doing here? I'm going to the opening ceremony tomorrow, I have to get home, before mom thinks I'm dead or something.
Just yesterday I moved here together with my mom. With anxiety drooling over myself I had gone directly to a pub nearby our apartment as soon as I had unpacked a few of my boxes in my home.
Not wanting to leave my friends and town, all the reputation and power I had gathered by being captain of the cheerios, I had just gone with my mom, not standing the thought of her being alone.
She had gotten a job offer as the chef of a 5-star restaurant. Knowing how much she loved cooking, I talked her into it and moved with her.
Just for her sake I started looking around for colleges to attend, and found a school that was a part of "the new school". Eugene Lang College, the new school for liberal arts.
Getting a bit excited about the areas of study that the school provided, I sent an application. A couple of months later I found out that I was accepted.
By this time it was summer and all my other friends was looking around for colleges as well.
"You two seem to be getting along just as well sober" a dark voice chuckled.
By surprise I snapped out of my dreaming and looked up at the boy from the photo.
"Coffee?"
"Yeah, that would really help" Brittany let out a sigh while accepting the offer.
"And what about you, Santana?" The boy said, reaching up, opening a cabinet.
"Uh, no, I'll just take a glass of water"
Nodding his head he took out two cups and a glass. The cups looked old and very well used.
Brittany smiled as she looked at the other blonde.
"I knew you were going to pick the two of them"
"Uh, duh? Well of course I would" He responded with a smirk plastered on his face, kind of like the one in the photo.
Turning my head, watching the man walk around and put his hand under the running water, feeling the temperature.
"You know my name, but I don't know yours" I said.
"My name is Cole, I'm Brittany's brother" He said, looking a bit shocked.
"You don't remember?"
I shook my head, feeling a bit at unease by his facial expression, and the fact that his voice sounded like crumbled glass.
"Uhm, no, I'm sorry" God, what was wrong with me? I've said sorry once more today, something was definitely wrong with me.
I snapped out of my uneasiness when I heard my cellphone ringing.
As fast as I could I fiddled up the phone from my pocket
"Hi mom"
"Where are you? I've been calling you since yesterday!"
"Sorry ma, I had a really rough night and.."
"You're coming home right now, you're unpacking, and then we're going to talk. No exceptions"
"Yeah, right, okay. I'll be home in an hour"
"No, You're coming home ri.." Click!
I angrily hung up on my mother and shoved the phone in my pocket again.
"You're going home?" Brittany said, now sipping on a cup of coffee, standing in the doorway from where Cole had entered.
"Yeah, my mom's freaking out" I picked up the glass of water that the man had left me as he walked out of the kitchen.
"Oh, okay. Do you want me to drive you home?"
I choked on the water and started coughing. Soon enough tears were streaming down my face as well.
"You okay?"
"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine" I put my hand up trying to show her I was fine.
"I'll accept that offer" I said, as soon as I could find my breath again. Rubbing my eyes, she stood up looked at me.
"Come on, let's get ready to go. First, you need to get out of those clothes. I'll buy you a bagel on the way home" She smiled, and when I looked back at her, I was thrown over by her kindness, and oh dear, those blue eyes could get a person killed, I was sure of it.
