Brittany woke to the sound of loud music playing. Her head lifted off the bed and her face scrunched in annoyance before she recognized one of Tina's favorite heavy metal bands and she plopped back down. The upside to having roommates was cheaper rent and someone always had food, but Brittany was starting to get tired of the other girl's Friday ritual of blaring music to start the day. While Tina had to be up and out the door by 8:30 am, Brittany didn't even really need to wake up until 4pm.
As Brittany checked the clock on her wall and saw that it was 6 in the morning, she went through the pros and cons of kicking Tina out and decided that it wasn't worth it. Tina loved to cook so there was always food.
Rolling over, blue eyes landed on a small piece of paper tucked under her lamp. She grabbed it and read over it again, making sure it hadn't somehow been erased overnight or stolen by the troll that lives on the fire escape outside her window. Pressing it into her hand and pulling her blanket over her head to block the noise, Brittany drifted back off to sleep.
The next time Brittany woke up, it was due to a knocking on her bedroom door. Looking back at her clock, she saw it was noon and decided it was time to get up. The blonde sat up and, setting the paper back on her nightstand, stretched her hands up over her head.
"Come in," she called and watched as the door opened and Sam peeked in. When his eyes landed on hers, his big mouth grew into a grin.
"Did you see my note?" he asked as he plopped down at the end of Brittany's bed, mindful of her long legs still hidden under the covers. Brittany nodded her response before grabbing her water bottle off the nightstand and downing the rest of it. "Are you hungry?" Sam asked and Brittany hummed out a "no" before laying back down. Her mind drifted to the dark haired beauty that plagued her sleep the second time around. A smile crept up on her face at the memory that didn't go unnoticed by Sam.
"What are you so happy about?" he asked with a smug grin as he scooted closer to her. "You did come back late last night. Was it because you were in the arms of some dark mysterious woman who swept you off your feet and into her bedroom for some horizontal dancing?"
Brittany sat up and chuckled at his antics. "Dark mysterious woman? Yes. Swept off my feet? Only by the laws of physics," she said and pointed deftly to the paper under her lamp. Sam reached over and examined the paper before looking back at the other blonde with furrowed eyebrows.
"Was she eight years old?" he asked and held up the paper and gestured to the sloppy scrawl and awful smiley face. Brittany laughed and shook her head, taking the paper back and looking over it again.
"She was in a rush. It was her stop and she only had a few seconds," she explained and slid the paper back under her lamp. "And even if that was her normal handwriting, I wouldn't care. She's probably the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my entire life," she mused as her mind went back to the night previous.
"So when are you going to call her?" Sam asked and Brittany gave him a blank stare. The thought of seeing her again both excited and terrified her. Not to mention the complication in the form of mohawk man. Brittany shrugged and stared at the ceiling. Sam let out a sigh and stood up. When he made it to the threshold, he turned back and said "if you don't call her, I will!" before closing the door behind him.
Brittany rubbed the last bits of sleep from her eyes before finally standing up. Stretching up to her full height and checking the time again, the blonde decided that if ever were a time for getting inspiration in the shower, it was now. Grabbing a clean towel from the closet in the hall, Brittany locked herself in the bathroom and started up the hot water.
The stream of water hit Brittany's face and she sighed at the feeling of her muscles relaxing. She always felt so gross after coming back from the club.
As the steam filled the small room, Brittany though back to her encounter on the train.
There's definitely something going on between Santana and mohawk, that's for sure, she thought as she washed her body with the bar on the rack. They didn't seem affectionate towards each other at all until mohawk got off the train and kissed her cheek, but even then it was just her cheek.
Brittany couldn't make sense of it. Santana said it was complicated and was obviously not comfortable talking about it with a stranger.
Unrequited love? Brittany thought then immediately scrunched her nose and shook the idea away. She mulled the information over in her head for the rest of her shower but it wasn't until she was rinsing out the last of her conditioner that she had her revelation.
Friends with benefits!
It was the only logical explanation Brittany could think of but she still couldn't be sure. Wrapping the towel around herself and padding back to her room, blue eyes landed again on the paper under her lamp. It still didn't seem to explain it all and that was just one more excuse for Brittany to call Santana.
But if they're sleeping together, why did they get off at separate stops?
She supposed it didn't have to be an every night kind of deal. Maybe that's what they'd just got done doing and were heading home. Brittany pushed that thought away.
Even if this mohawk man was a boyfriend of sorts, Brittany was confident in herself. She wasn't vain or anything, but she knew she was attractive and she knew there was a reason everyone wanted to sleep with her.
Pulling on a clean pair of shorts and t-shirt, the blonde thought back to her silent conversation with Santana before they properly spoke and thought on the vibes she was getting from her. Not able to tell if the vibes were just from her being an incredibly attractive woman or if they were the gay vibes she gets from Sam sometimes, Brittany decided it was both and grabbed her phone from her backpack and the paper from under the lamp.
Opening her window and hitting the frame a couple of times to scare away the troll, the blonde climbed out onto the fire escape and sat against the wall so she could look out at the city. It wasn't an exactly nice part of town and Brittany was sure to add an extra set of locks after they moved in, but it was nice enough.
There was a hole in the wall where a brick had fallen out that Brittany had found was an excellent hiding spot. She pulled out the pack of cigarettes and the lighter, glad that the troll hadn't stolen them yet, and stuck one between her teeth.
The sting was familiar as she inhaled the nicotine. Brittany knew smoking was bad, she'd seen the billboards and PSA's on the train, but by the time someone decided to try and get her to quit, it was too late and the addiction had set in. Her body was dependent and she had no choice but to bend to its will.
After getting in a few good drags, she unlocked her phone and added the number into her contacts. The next 20 minutes were spent deciding if she was going to call or text. Texting would give Santana the opportunity to ignore her for the rest of her life while calling would let Brittany hear that wonderful voice again. It would have been a no brainer if she wasn't scared she'd have to hear that voice tell her to never contact her again.
Brittany's thumb hovered over the call button, hesitant. "Screw it," she muttered and pressed her thumb down all the way.
Brittany brought her phone to her ear and anxiously listened as the phone rang. She went to take another drag but saw she used up the whole cigarette. Stuffing it out against the wall, she went to reach for her pack when someone on the other line picked up.
"Hello?"
Brittany sucked in a breath at the sound of the voice she'd been dreaming of.
"Is someone there?" She sounded annoyed.
It's now or never.
"It's Brittany, is this Santana?" Brittany spoke up and waited for an answer. She knew it was her, she'd never forget that voice.
"Brittany?! Yes, this is Santana!" Santana's voice brightened and Brittany felt a smile creep its way onto her face.
"Yeah, this is Brittany," she said and mentally slapped herself.
Way to go, dummy! Now she probably thinks you're incompetent!
"Did you make it home alright?" she asked, hoping the new question would distract Santana from her previous comment.
"Yeah, I don't live that far from the subway station," Santana answered, the only evidence that she heard Brittany's blunder being the small laugh she let out.
Santana asked her the same and Brittany told her that it was fine and how Tina made pasta. They continued on to talk about their favorite kinds of pasta and Brittany discovered that Santana works at a diner downtown.
"Listen, It's been great talking to you but I have to go, my shift starts soon and I need to go pick up my roommate from the airport," Santana said apologetically and Brittany deflated. She was about to say goodbye when Santana spoke again. "Do you...would you maybe like to grab lunch tomorrow? Or maybe a coffee?" Brittany sat back up and abandoned the piece of loose string on her shirt she'd been messing with.
"I'd like that a lot, actually," Brittany said with a small smile. "Are you busy tomorrow? There's this Italian place near my apartment that has the best spaghetti ever," Brittany suggested and hoped the other woman would accept.
"That sounds great! I really have to go but text me the address and a time and I'll be there," she said and Brittany said she would. They exchanged goodbyes and hung up. With her head pressed back against the brick wall of her apartment, Brittany closed her eyes and allowed herself a few moments to collect herself and reign in her excitement. Her phone call with Santana went way better than she could have ever imagined and the fact that she was going to get to see her in person sent her heart racing. She brought her hands up to cup her face at an attempt to suppress her grin but it broke through anyways.
Her smile faded when she realized she realized she had yet to text Santana the address of the restaurant. She texted her the directions and told her to meet at 2 in the afternoon. Slipping her phone back in her pocket, she stuffed the cigarette pack and lighter back into the hole before climbing back inside and sliding the window shut.
Sam was sitting on the couch in the living room, his eyes glued to the TV as loud, violent sounds roared from the speakers. Brittany watched for a few minutes as Sam's character ran around the map, blasting alien-looking monsters as he ran through the map. The feeling of her phone buzzing in her pocket caught her attention and she pulled her phone out to see she had a new text from Santana.
Santana: gr8, cant wait 2 c u
Brittany stared at the message, not sure if it constituted a response before decided on sending a smiley face and a thumbs up.
Slipping her phone back into her pocket, Brittany grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and sat next to Sam on the couch. She picked up the second controller and joined in on his game. They played for a few hours, only pausing when the pizza Sam ordered came, and then it was time for Brittany to leave for work.
Work was the same as usual. Men gave her dirty looks and Finn tried to hit on her in the locker room when she gave him back his clothes. She made bank in tips and there was only one fight that resulted in something being broken.
Brittany was sad to see that Santana wasn't on the train but didn't let that damper the good mood she'd been in ever since her conversation with Santana. It was around 3am when Brittany finally got home but Sam was still up and doing shots with some guy she didn't recognize.
"Brittany!" he hollered as soon as she stepped through the door. "Come join us!" he said and held out the bottle to her. Her attempts at protesting were unsuccessful and she found herself joining in. She learned the newcomer was named Matt and he and Sam met at the park. Apparently, the two of them and some other guys started up an impromptu game of football. The other guys left earlier but Matt was the only one who stayed.
Brittany didn't mind him, though. He seemed more interested in Sam than her and that was alright by her.
When Brittany woke up the next morning, the light filtering in from the window was right in her eyes. She drank in moderation with the boys, not wanting to show up to lunch hungover. Sam and Matt drank until they couldn't walk and stumbled into Sam's room when they though Brittany was asleep. She'd downed a glass of ice water and collapsed back onto the couch where she spent the night.
Brittany squinted against the light and sat up. She picked up Sam's discarded watch from the floor and read the time.
12:18pm
The blonde groaned and stood up, stretching to her full height before slowly making her way to hre bedroom. When she was passing Sam's room, the door swung open to reveal Matt. He looked at Brittany with a strange look before making a beeline for the front door. Brittany heard it slam and peeked inside the still open door to see that Sam was still fast asleep under his blanket. Confused but still not awake enough to think too much on the events that unfolded, Brittany entered her bedroom and closed the door behind her.
Now back on the fire escape, a lit cigarette between her fingers, Brittany mentally prepared herself for lunch with Santana. In all honesty Brittany wasn't sure what to expect. Their conversations had been friendly but she couldn't shake the way she felt when she gazed into those chocolate eyes.
In the past, Brittany hadn't had much luck with dating. Sure, she'd gone on dates before but what the other person was looking for wasn't always the same as what she was. They were usually only interested in what would happen afterwards, and the ones that lasted longer than one night quickly gave up on romantics until it was back to only meeting up a few times a week for a couple of hours. She wanted something that would last.
Maybe Santana would want the same.
Flicking the butt of her cigarette off the side of the railing, Brittany put her stuff away and clambered back into her room.
She remembers when they were first moving in and she practically begged Sam for the room. It had taken her biggest puppy eyes and the promise of take-out before he conceded. Sam's room had one small window that faced the side of the building next to them so it was always dark. Tina's room didn't have any windows and that was much worse in Brittany's opinion but Tina liked the darkness. The blonde couldn't understand why but it wasn't on her top priorities of things to figure out.
What was on her list, however, was her meeting with Santana.
Brittany slipped out of her pants and grabbed her phone from the pocket. She turned it on to check the time and make sure she had time to change into something nice-ish. She didn't want t pull out all the stops on the first whatever this was.
The time read it was almost one thirty and she had a new message from Santana.
Santana: c u 2
Brittany smiled at her phone before tossing it onto her bed and changing into her cleanest pair of jeans and a grey t-shirt with a black and blue flannel over it. After brushing her hair long, blonde hair and pulling it into a ponytail, Brittany shoved her wallet and phone into her pocket and grabbed her sunglasses from her nightstand drawer.
Sam was in the kitchen when Brittany walked down the hall and into the front area of the apartment.
"Morning," he called from where he was constructing a sandwich. "Going somewhere?" he asked, throwing her a curious look.
Brittany looked up from where she was tying her grey converse. "I'm going out to lunch, I'll be back in a couple of hours," she replied and, grabbing her keys from the hook by the door, left the apartment and headed to the elevators.
A/N
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Short chapters would probably get posted a couple times a week, longer chapters would get posted about once a week.
As the story progresses the chapters will get longer, I'm just trying to get the ball rolling for now and then the events will start unfolding.
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