"Ugh, Brittany, shut up!" I yelled, mumbling some not nice words. Brittany's blonde hair attacked her face, and she giggled.
"But, I won't." She smirked, and I glared at her.
"And why's that?" I asked sarcastically, already knowing what she was going to say. Because I asked-
"Because you asked me too. Duh, don't we go over this every morning?" I get up and yank her hair, walking over to my cat, Tardar Sauce. (OTHER WISE KNOWN AS GRUMPY CAT, OMG I CAN'T KPOIJHB) I pick her up, and sit down on the ground, scratching behind her ear.
"Go see if they're here, Britt. They should be, it's been like, two months. Santana's not excited about this. She's sooo mad. She doesn't want Rachel to come here. She's done perfectly fine on her own. Yeah, right. Every time I come out she freaks. Every time you come out, well," I giggled, "she blushes, cause she likes you. Everyone knows it." Brittany blushed.
"That's so not true! She's a girl, she's probably not like me." I groaned.
"Just go see if Rachel's here or not! God!" So Britt and I got up and walked to the gate in front of the old house/mansion. The gates opened, revealing a car. I gasped, seeing the beautiful brunette girl in the car. I hid in the shadows, and watched her get out and walk to the house. She knocked.
"Satan, I'm here!" I giggled. Satan, I pondered. It suits Santana perfectly. Santana opened the door, giving her sister a dark, gloomy glare. Oh yeah, if Santana was blonde, we could be sisters.
"AH! Rachie!" Santana grinned and hugged her sister tightly. "Noah's gone, so's Finn, but they'll be back soon. Lunch is cooking. Wanna go check out the grounds? Oh my god, Rachel, you get to meet Britt this week! She's so excited, trust me! You'll also get to meet her sister. Well come on then, silly!" She blurted out, not giving Rachel any chance to speak. I laugh, but cover my mouth instantly.
"Quinn? Is that you?" Santana asked. I bit my lip and walked out of the shadows. I heard Rachel gasp and saw her smiling.
"So you're the sister of my sister's girlfriend!" She yelled, running down and hugging me. "I'm Rachel, but you can call me Rae, Rach, or Rachie. Or whatever you want. You must be Quinn! You're so pretty, my gosh! I have never seen one blonde as pretty as you! No lie!" I smiled, and hugged her back.
I thought I could grow to like this girl. But would she like me back?
