CHAPTER 2 – PENNY ON THE STREET… (BRITTANY POV)

"This is my cab"

I pointed out, making the woman who just entered, probably a Latina look at me with a confused expression.

"What you own it?" she asks with a nasty voice.

"No.. But, I'm about to rent it" I explained, rolling my eyes at this rude person.

"If you see somebody hail a cab and the cab pulls up, you don't just jump in the cab and say it's yours" she laughed mockingly, looking away from my gaze.

"I didn't see you" I retort at once.

"I saw you see me" she corrected, a grin spreading through her lips. How dare she say that?

"Sir!" I yelled, leaning forward. "Excuse me, who saw you first?" I questioned,

The driver in front grabbed a news paper from the passenger seat and placed it on top of the wheel. I glance up due to curiosity and sighed when the headlines say "DON'T ASK ME"

As I slumped back into my seat, the woman beside me starts to talk again. "As I was saying, there are certain rules he—"

"You know what? Fine. Forget it" I cut her off while opening the door. "But not because your right, but because I'm in a terrific mood and you're ruining it" I fired back, slamming the door shut.

Once I was out of the cab, I hear another door being shut close and to my surprise, the woman got out too, she was staring directly into my eyes.

"Now what?" I ask, confused to why she got out all of a sudden.

Before she could reply back, the taxi rushed off, leaving us both without a cab.

"Hey wait!" we said in unison, hoping he would go back, but failed once the cab turned around the corner. The rude woman paces back and forth, looking very frustrated at what she did.

"Are you stupid? Why'd you get out? You… you stupid head! And that's coming from me!" I barked, clearly annoyed at this woman; I never thought I'd meet a person as stupid as me.

I can sense that the woman was taken aback by my sudden rage, but I couldn't help it, she was very rude to me. I don't like rude people.

"Look, you said you were in a great mood and I felt bad for ruining it, okay?" she responds, placing both hands to her waist. "Wait, did you just call me a stupid head?"

I gave the woman one more sigh and ran away, bringing my satchel above my head to avoid getting more soaked. To my surprise, she follows me. Walking inside the subway, we enter one of the trains and she stands beside me with a smirk.

"How's your mood now?" she asks with a slight chuckle.

"Please.. .stop talking to me" I said, shaking my head left and right.

Her smirk grew even wider and eventually we reached our destination. I wasn't really interested to talk with her so I immediately ran out of the sliding doors and walked up the metal stairs. The woman still followed me, and while we were going up the crowded stairway she introduced herself.

"I'm Santana by the way"

I was ahead of her, gracefully passing by the many people while she was stuck in 'traffic'. It made me smile to know that she was gone, the person who stole my cab.

"So why such a good mood anyway?"

I was walking down the sidewalk when she asked me that, and I was startled a bit because last time I saw her, she was still on the staircase.

"Not that its your business but good things are happening to me" I reply as we walk side by side.

"Great, hope it continues" she said, smiling at me and for some reason I know she isn't joking. So I turn around and smile back to show my appreciation.

"Thanks. Have a nice life" I mumbled, fixing the loose strap of my bag. "oh and don't steal anymore cabs" I add, walking away from her.

"You do the same" she shots back with a playful grin making me laugh softly.

"Hey" she calls back before I go away again. I rotate my head and she points down on the floor. "There's a penny right there. Why don't you pick it up? For good luck" she said with a tight lip smile.

"Only if its heads" I replied, bending down to flip the coin other way around. "Now somebody else could have good luck. Bye"

"Bye" she repeats as I leave her alone at the sidewalk, looking down on the penny.

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Once I entered my pet shop I was greeted by my cat, Lord Tubbington who was too fat to walk that he had his tiny paws attached to a carriage so that he could go around, the carriage supporting his back paws.

"Hi Lord Tubbington" I cooed the black cat, as Quinn, one of my employees and friends came to me with a shocked expression

"Oh my gosh your glowing" she rants as I rub Lord Tubbington's head adoringly. "Oh my gosh she's glowing right?" she says directly to Sam, who just came in the room. "Tell me what happened"

"There's not much to tell" I replied with a big smile, walking over to the cashier front.

"No, no no.. you just got shot up with the water of a guy with red hair and freckles. There's something to tell" Sam mocked while placing his hands on the counter.

"Wait, he had red hair and freckles, why'd you do that?" Quinn asked with concern, unlike Sam who was pissed about it.

"Tried to talk her out of it—"

"—red pubes, EUW" Quinn added, clearly she was disgusted about this.

"I never saw his pubes, it was a vile of semen" I corrected them at once.

"So come on, what happened?"

"Uhmm, I laid down, my feet over my head and by the next minute its over. I barely felt anything" I explained, grabbing a bottle of water.

"So it was basically having sex with—"

"if you need me, I'll be back with my legs over my head" I cut her off, not really wanting to deal with Quinn's sex talk right now.

"Red hair and freckles" Sam shouts

"You had your chance!" I shouted back, walking out with a smirk.

Even though I was outside, I could still hear what they were talking about inside.

"What?" I hear Quinn ask Sam

"I don't know, its weird but who was this guy she was with anyway?"

"She wasn't actually with him"

"I still want to kick his ass. Is that wrong?"

"You're stupid" Quinn says, ending the conversation.

My friends are too funny; hearing them talk to each other sometimes brightens up my day. As I return back to my apartment, I quickly ran in front of the mirror, rolling up my tank top to check my stomach. It was still flat, so I slouch back and made my tummy look big. Smiling to myself, I check the time and sighed. I have a meeting with some single mothers.

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"Okay, Alright.. Welcome to Single Mothers and Proud" A woman with short blonde hair, wearing a blue track jacket said. "And the name suggests we are all single, mothers… well except for me. I'm single and proud" she laughs while all of us just smile weakly. "…and proud" she finishes up, while the rest of us stay silent.

She glances at all of us, and pulls out a megaphone. "Clap you fools!" she shouts loudly, making us all clap at once.

"Okay some of you, not me, have adopted, some of you have conceived with a donor, which I think is disgusting, so every story is different but with the same denominator, and I'm not talking about math, I'm talking about all your goals, you all wanted a child and you all made it on your own. You sure did, all you bitches sure did"

It felt uncomfortable to me when she said that. This group was about single mothers yet she's not a single mom and she's … insulting us? I shuffle in my seat and forced a smile whenever she looks at me.

"Are you uhh… already a single mother?" someone asks me across the other side of the room. I look at her and took a deep breath.

"Ohh, uhh I've just been inseminated a few days ago" I answered as everyone nod their heads understandingly.

"Inseminated, makes me feel like a cow or something" I add with a slight chuckle.

"Well blondie, we do what we have to do when we don't have a penis partner" Sue, the head woman of the group, who isn't even a mother said to me with a victory smirk.

"That's right" the woman who asked me the question said, nodding her head to Sue.

"So, let's hear about you blondie"

"Uhm Ok, uh Lets see… I own a pet store" I started, looking at everyone's faces shyly. "I used to be a dancer, which was great for a while… it was my life, just uhh I had to stop for some reason, but I'm happy right now… I… I still haven't found the right guy"

I then thought of Santana, how we met just a while ago and it made me wonder why I thought about her. There was nothing special between us right? I don't have feelings for her right? Yeah, she's just a person I bumped into. But I won't deny the fact I've been thinking about her all throughout the day.

"I thought I'd be married with kids right now, but that's just not happening so… guess it's time for my back-up plan" I quickly added.

"Well, Blonde listen—"

"Brittany" I corrected her immediately.

"Brittany, listen if you want a baby, we here in Single Mothers and Proud, not including me. We can be your partners from inception to graduation and in between. We, well mostly them" she said pointing to everyone in the room. "will be here for you"

"Uhh great" I said awkwardly. Somehow, this group makes me feel weird, unsafe for some reason.

"To think I gave birth here, right in this room, where you're sitting actually" a woman with long blonde hair and hazel eyes said as everyone laid their eyes on me.

"Really?" I ask, getting even more uncomfortable. "Right here?" I look down as Sue nods approvingly. "How'd you do that" I muttered, the world can be really amazing sometimes.

"So how old is your baby?" I ask kindly, looking at the blonde woman with a baby on her arms, breastfeeding.

"I'm three" the baby, or should I say kid answered me. My eyes went wide and I wanted to faint, three year olds can still do breastfeeding? I should take note of that for my baby.

"So cute" Sue says proudly.

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"Why do you need a support group?" Rachel asks me as we walk down the sidewalk, coffees on our hands.

As soon as the meeting was over I went to Rachel's house and asked if she wanted to walk around. I told her everything about the meeting, how the leader wasn't a mother, how a woman gave birth at the stool I was sitting on, how three year old kids could still breastfeed. I earned an amused look from her once I finished up.

"You're not very supporting" I replied, pouting at my best friend.

"Wha—"

"You just told me that if I breastfeed, my girls are gonna wind up looking like empty tube socks" I interrupted while taking a long sip of my coffee.

"Hey, I'm just being honest and don't even get me started on what a child does to your bladder" she grunts, drinking her coffee too.

"What does it do to your bladder?" I ask curiously,

Rachel starts to laugh but stops all of a sudden, her eyes widening. "Oh, I think I just peed a little bit" she mutters, making me realize the answer to my question. I roll my eyes at Rachel who smiles playfully. But seriously, that happens to your bladder?

"I don't think I'm pregnant anyways, Doctor Carl says it will take a few tries, something about frozen sperm" I mumble as we approach a market place that caught Rachel's attention.

"Oh come with me for a minute, I have to make some muffins for some bullshit future appreciation day" Rachel asks demandingly, ignoring my last statement. She's always demanding, when was my friend, Rachel Berry never demanding and forward? But more so than that, I never knew Rachel could bake muffins. She's more of a vegan, strict, depressed kind of person, always complaining about her kids being the problem to why she can't go to broad way.

"You're going to make muffins?" I ask with disbelief, holding in my laughter.

"Oh hell no" Rachel denies, disgust written all over her face. "There's a place here that sells them, I pick out the ugly ones and say I made them" she said, winking at me. "Come on"

Rachel's a terrible cook. She has never cooked, baked or roasted anything in her life; she's a vegetarian so she eats ripe fruits and healthy vegetables. Her children on the other hand, eat junk and meat, it disdains her a lot, but if she doesn't give them what they want, they're gonna cry non-stop. Due to her children's whining, Rachel went to cooking classes. I haven't tasted anything she cooked so I'm not sure if she's good or not. It was either vegetables and crying babies or meat and normal babies, Rachel decided to go for the latter.

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"Okay, This is the ugliest" Rachel announces, pointing to a bunch of muffins with deformed crusts and strawberry filling.

"Seems like a lot of trouble for something so trivial" I said, laughing at my friend.

"Welcome to Motherhood"

I was scanning through some muffin samples when something caught my eye; I subconsciously picked up a basket of samples and began munching them one by one. Just a few blocks from here, in a cheese farm stand was Santana. The one who stole my cab and is somehow the person I could not stop thinking about the whole day. Santana was talking to some people, she probably owns the stand.

"That girl…" I muttered, making Rachel look at me curiously.

"What girl?"

"The one selling cheese… I know her"

Rachel leans back and examines Santana, who was smiling goofily at a customer who just bought some of her cheese. "She's hot"

"She sells cheese, I wonder if she likes fondue" I mumble, knowing Rachel couldn't hear me anymore. While I was staring at Santana, a woman with dark brown hair and green eyes approached us, smiling pleasantly.

"Hi. Can I help you ladies?" she asks humbly.

"Uh.. no, uhm thank you" I stuttered, too distracted by Santana's radiant smile.

"Like what you see?"

"What?" I mumble, looking at the saleslady whose face turned bright red.

"Just talking about the muffins" she replies, choking out a laugh. The sales lady rotates her head to the left and smiles when she sees someone walking to us. I know because I could see the shadow from below, munching happily on the muffin samples.

"Hey you" she greets

I glance up to see who the sales lady was talking to and surprisingly, it was no other than Santana. She's walking towards with a smug on her face, which immediately vanishes when we make eye contact. Her grin became a smile.

"Hi" she said softly, almost like a whisper.

"What a nice surprise, how'd you know I was here?" she adds, her goofy smile never disappearing.

"I didn't" I said, a bit too shaky since there were still some muffin samples inside my mouth.

"Oh okay" she nods, smirking this time. "Did you follow me here?"

I was taken aback by that sudden question, my eyes widening in disbelief. Santana was definitely a flirt, and I know perfectly she's enjoying this. I didn't want to make her think I was just someone would fall easily for her charms so I laugh mockingly, choking a bit. It's so hard to talk with muffins inside your mouth, I just discovered that now.

"Follow you? No! We came here to buy some muffins. You were here, tell him" I said, pointing to the sales lady.

"Well you better buy something, you ate all my samples"

I look down on the now empty basket and slowly placed it back, my cheeks turning slightly pink from embarrassment.

"Well its really nice to see you, I never got your name. I'm Santana Lopez, well, you already know" Santana wriggles her eyebrows at me, reaching out her hand which I humbly shake. "Brittany. Brittany Pierce"

"I'm Rachel" my friend blurts out, looking at Santana up and down, making me feel awkward. "So how do you two know each other?"

"She stole my cab" we reply in unison.

"Oh… okay" was the only thing Rachel says, nodding sarcastically.

Looking at Santana's eyes, I can feel my legs getting weak and wobbly. I didn't know what was happening but I hope its not love, because I have many reasons (well, around 3) why I cant suddenly have feelings for Santana. One, I'm straight and not a lesbian. Two, I just met her and now I feel like my body's going to explode and lastly 3, I might be pregnant. If so ever I'm having a child this year, I can't deal with relationships right now, it's too stressing and heartbreaking. I needed to go away from Santana's side now, or else I'm going to melt from too much heat that was radiating from her.

"We should go" I suddenly say.

"We should?"

"Yeah, we have that important thing" I said, glaring at Rachel angrily. Can't she see what I'm trying to do? Suddenly I feel like having children makes you stupid, and I can't have that, I'm already stupid.

"Can you're important thing wait? Just a few minutes, I'll let you get a taste of my cheese" Santana cuts in, not bothering to look at Rachel, just me, like I'm the only one she sees.

Rachel and I look at Santana shyly, our jaws open. "I can rephrase that" she quickly adds, noticing our shocked expressions.

As Santana was about to lead us the way to her stand, the sales lady jumps to her side and seductively grins at her, biting down her lower lip.

"Hey, you're still coming over tonight, right?"

"I uhm, uh… yeah"

Santana looks at me and I don't say anything back. I have no right to, we aren't dating after all. But there was something inside that made me feel like puking or murdering the sales lady who just seduced Santana. I feel all dirty when I see them looking at each other with so much lust. I thought we had a connection of some sort besides cabs, guess not.

"We should go" I repeated to Rachel, not having eye contact with Santana again. I don't want her to see the tinge of jealousy in my face after all.

"But, the muffins" Rachel hisses back at me with an eye roll.

She, Rachel Berry, my best friend in the whole world, is willing to leave me walking by myself from pure humiliation for a muffin. A deformed, ugly looking, pink muffin.

"Alright, I have to go. Well, uhm bye!" I waved goodbye and left as fast as my long legs could take me.

"Uhh.. Bye" I hear Santana say, making me angry.

That's it? Bye? She isn't even going to run to me and say it was a misunderstanding? Of course she won't, what was I thinking? Santana is just a woman who stole my cab and that's it. There's nothing special going on between us. Okay, maybe there's a little bit, but I'm still pissed. Maybe visiting my pet store will ease my anger.

As I enter the shop, the bells jingling loudly, my co-worker Quinn asks me something at once, like she could read me perfectly.

"Ok, spill it" she starts, brushing the white fur of a cat.

"Who is she? What does she do? how do we know her? And are you a lesbian?" she adds, her eyes full of want.

"Who?" I lied, which I'm not very good at.

"Santana, from the farmers market" she scoffed, rolling her eyes at me. "She's called twice already"

"I'm gonna kill Rachel" I huffed out, her and Quinn are always gossiping about my love life. It's no surprise at all that Quinn got this message in less than an hour.

"Is she a farmer?" Sam asks roughly, falling down from the ladder he was standing on as cats whimper away from the noise.

"She makes cheese…a Latina after all"

"A woman? You have a crush on a woman?-"

"Oh Rachel also said that it was incredible. It makes so much sense right now" Quinn cuts Sam shortly, just like always.

"Wait who is this girl?" Sam asks, scrunching his nose.

"She's nobody. She's just some girl okay? And No. I am perfectly straight" I say too unconvincingly, not believing my words at all. After meeting Santana, I think I'm starting to get attracted to girls, I even checked out Quinn's ass to make sure. Okay, that was too embarrassing to tell, forget I said that, Quinn and I are just friends that's all.

"Are you blushing? She's blushing!" Quinn exclaims, making me want to run away because I really am. The thought of Santana brings heat to my cheeks, but sadly she's already taken by an ugly saleswoman.

"You're totally blushing!" they say together, turning their heads at me.

"Can we just calm down and get ready for the book signing?" I changed the subject immediately, but it was the truth.

Later today, a man named Sandy who's openly gay wrote this book all about cats. He says he's an expert on cats and gladly accepted our request for him to talk about them. So he's going to be visiting the pet store and let some of his readers sign his books. I'm not too excited for this, I never listen at talk shows, and I fall asleep without even knowing.

"No! This is exciting" Quinn rejects quickly.

"Look she's nobody. And even if she was somebody it doesn't matter because I don't wanna be with anybody." I argued.

"Okay? So let's just get back to work" I add, forcing a tight lip smile to them as they sigh deeply.

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"Cats are l—"

I couldn't make out on what Sandy was saying; since my eyes were slowly closing as I lean against the wall. He was pretending to be a cat, scurrying around the room as the audience laugh loudly. It wasn't funny, so I didn't get why they laughed. When he does it, it actually looks quite disgusting. I've read one of his books, the first page and found out that he was gay. That was the only thing I know about him, besides his name. His first name, not his last.

As slumber almost eludes me, I am disrupted by a familiar touch, the touch that sends chills through my spine. I look to my left to see a hand resting on my shoulder. I glance up curiously and was met with dark chocolate eyes, as well as lips curling into a smile once she sees me lock eyes with her.

"Ok, now this is getting weird" I choked out, shrugging my shoulders so that her hand would let go of me.

"I know, we keep running into each other its crazy"

"Oh so you being here is just another coincidence?"

"Oh no, I love this guy" she replies, nodding her head to Sandy who was now meowing like a cat.

"Don't you have some place to be tonight?" I suddenly ask, remembering the face of the ugliest woman I've ever seen, the sales woman who sells ugly muffins, just like her.

"Not till later"

"Do you even have a cat?"

"No, but I might get one now" she playfully winks at me and the audience starts laughing again at something Sandy said.

"Look, I'm really busy here"

"Okay, do you have a girlfriend or something? Cuz I can take it-"

"No" I said, too quickly.

"Oh so you aren't interested in me? Your making a big mistake. I'm very interesting" she blabs out and I'm very much taken aback.

Just a while ago, she was talking to a woman in the market about meeting up later for something, and now… she's trying to get me by asking all of these questions. Santana is very intriguing. But I don't blame her, I like were this is going.

"I'm just not interested in a relationship right now" I said loudly, earning the 'shhs' from the audience.

"Hey you two, can you please take it outside" Sandy yells, spitting out some saliva.

"Sorry" we apologized shyly, walking slowly outside.

"This is not a good time for me okay, I—I'm going through some changes" I explain as we were outside of the shop now.

"Menopause?"Santana laughs sarcastically, which to me wasn't very funny

"Menopause? Really Santana? How old do you think I am?" I grunted, pouting at her as she laughs hysterically.

"I'm only kidding Brittany. You know what, let's start over because when you think about it, we wont make it as a couple at all. Or will we?" she said, smiling mischievously.

"Are you saying you like, have a thing for me?" I smirk; closing the distance we had on each other.

"I don't know, its just ever since I met you… I cant stop thinking about those legs of yours" she shots back, looking down at my long, toned legs.

"You know what, here's my proposition, I'll take you out for one night. Let's say tomorrow? We'll pay for our own meals and say goodbye" she adds, not looking up to me.

"Not bad, alright. I'll go with that. Let's say 7pm?"

"8. It takes me 1 hour to get ready for some friendly bonding."

"Deal"

[to be continued]

P.s. Okay, for those of you who are asking what "she makes cheese.. a Latina after all"

it's just Brittany talk. My sister just wanted me to put that, like how she thought "Lebanese" meant "Lesbian",

so Britts thought "Latina's" make cheese.

Just Brittany talk. Sorry to confuse,

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