After their extended greeting finally ended, Brittany took her seat back on the recliner she was sitting on before while Santana awkwardly took her usual spot in the corner of the sectional, after playfully pushing Quinn out of the way.
Before the Latina got a chance to question why Brittany was already at the house, she was momentarily distracted by some noises upstairs.
"Sam and Mike are playing pool upstairs," Mercedes explains, knowing that her roommate was about to question who else was currently at their house.
"Not surprising," Santana replies with a small smirk, assuming that the guys would grace them with their presence since free food was involved. She also figured that Brittany would feel more comfortable if her friends were close by while she discussed her living situation with her and her roommates. "Hey guys!" She yelled loudly, greeting the other two occupants of the house.
"Hey Santana!" Both guys yelled back in response.
"So... what did I miss?" Santana asks as she looks back at Brittany.
Brittany then explained that she was so excited about this meeting that she begged Sam and Mike to come over to the house a little earlier so that she could maybe help out with dinner and chat with the girls a little bit before Santana got home.
Truth be told, the blonde was also a bit anxious to finally meet Santana, especially after the way her friends described her. She felt that if she got a chance to hang out with Mercedes and Quinn beforehand, then maybe she would have a better understanding of the Latina and not feel so intimidated when they finally did meet. She felt like she had already bonded pretty well with the girls and the only thing that would stand in her way from getting the room (besides the cost of rent) was whether or not she clicked with Santana.
Up until the point when Santana came home and Brittany heard her sultry voice echoing off the walls, she thought that her plan had been pretty successful. However, as soon as she turned around and saw the stunning Latina in front of her, that anxious feeling returned full force. Luckily for Brittany though, she was pretty good at masking her emotions, especially with some of the shitty things she's had to deal with in her life.
"I don't mean to interrupt, but I really need to get these clothes off," Santana says as she sniffs her shirt again. Unbeknownst to her, Brittany was turning beet red inside. "Do you guys mind if I take a quick shower before we get into this conversation?"
After a few seconds of silence, Mercedes lightly touches the other blonde's shoulder to get her attention since the question was more directed towards her. "Is that okay, Brittany?"
"Huh?" Brittany says quickly, snapping back to reality. Once she looks back up and sees all three of the girls looking at her expectantly, she finally realizes that they were waiting on her to respond. "Of course! It's your house; you don't have to ask for my permission."
"I just didn't wanna be rude," Santana softly says, causing her roommates to look at each other with a 'since when?' expression. She doesn't notice though because she's too busy staring at Brittany.
"S... why don't you go ahead and shower coz you startin' to smell like feet girl," Mercedes suggests, causing everyone in the room to laugh. The Latina shows her appreciation by smacking her friend in the face with a pillow. "The food will be ready by the time you're done, then we can all sit down, eat, and discuss the reason why we're all here."
"Sounds like a plan, Wheezy... be back in 15," Santana says as she grabs her purse and heads upstairs.
"So... that's Santana," Quinn says, breaking the silence in the room. "Whatcha think?"
Brittany takes a minute to think back on her interactions with the Latina so far. Although they had been limited, she had a good feeling about Santana. "I like her."
Mercedes and Quinn both look at each other with a knowing smirk after that response. They didn't know what to make of it, but they both felt that Brittany would be a great fit at the House of FaJoPez.
After Santana was clean and refreshed, she grabbed the guys and rejoined the girls downstairs. Once everyone had a plate of delicious food in front of them, they made small talk, exchanging different details about themselves.
The girls learned that Brittany was from Tucson, Arizona. She had a younger brother named Spencer and her parents owned a small diner back in their hometown. She had started attending USC during her sophomore year after receiving a full scholarship for soccer. She was also majoring in Physical Therapy. In her free time, Brittany worked part-time at Hudson's Comics – which Sam and Mike loved and frequented often – and also worked as a Math tutor to make some extra money on the side.
Brittany learned that Santana, Mercedes, and Quinn were all from Los Angeles and had known each other since Pre-K. Out of all of the roommates, Santana was the only one that attended a different college; that being UCLA. There, she was studying English, with a concentration in Creative Writing. She also minored in Psychology. At USC, Mercedes was studying Music with aspirations of being a producer someday, especially if the whole 'becoming a famous recording artist' thingy didn't work out. Quinn, on the other hand, was studying Law, which was fitting since she worked as a secretary/professional bagel-fetcher at Washington, Figgins & Beiste... one of the most prestigious law firms in LA. Santana and Mercedes worked at a karaoke bar and grill called Mr. Schue's, which was owned and ran by their favorite former high school teacher, Will Schuester, and his wife Emma.
After the getting to know you portion of the evening, Brittany gave the girls a brief summary on some of the issues she'd been having with her teammates and why she desperately needed to find residency elsewhere. And then finally, the girls broached the topic of rent, knowing how concerned the other blonde had been about the subject.
"So, Brittany... Sam tells us that you were really concerned about whether or not you could even afford to live here. Is that correct?" Quinn questions, putting on her best lawyer voice.
"Yeah... that was one of my biggest concerns," Brittany replies. "You guys have a really nice place here that overlooks the beach. I can only imagine what the rent must be like."
"If you don't mind me asking, about how much is your monthly income?" Quinn inquires.
"Well... I make about $400 every paycheck from the comic book store and then I charge 50 bucks a pop for every one hour tutoring session I do," Brittany answers.
"It sounds like you make more than enough money to find a decent place off-campus to live," Quinn adds in, wondering why the girl was so sure that she wouldn't be able to afford living with them. "Do you not spend your money wisely? Or do you have expensive hobbies? Do you gamble excessively or something?"
For her part, Brittany was starting to feel a little uneasy with all of the questions the blonde was asking her. Sure, she figured that they would ask about her financial stability to make sure they could depend on her to pay her part of the rent on time; however, she just didn't think it would be in this rapid fire type of forum, especially since Quinn had been so nice to her earlier.
This must be what they mean when people talk about getting the third degree, Brittany thinks to herself.
Noticing this, the Latina comes to her rescue. "Q... stop interrogating the girl like she just committed murder!" She scolds her roommate. "This isn't Law & Order."
Hearing the reference makes Brittany crack a smile and loosen up a bit. Seeing the look of relief on her face, Santana shoots the blonde a small wink before giving a pointed look to the other blonde.
"My bad Brittany," Quinn apologizes. "Sometimes the future lawyer trapped inside of me slips out."
"Not that I agree with the way it was delivered..." Mercedes starts to say as she too gives her roommate a pointed look before continuing her thought, "but Quinn did ask some very valid questions."
"No, it's fine. I should've been more prepared for those types of questions," Brittany responded, looking over at Quinn while displaying a soft smile. "I don't have any outstanding gambling debts; hell, I don't even gamble. I also don't have any expensive or extravagant hobbies," she said before pausing. "Although I do make enough money to afford a somewhat decent place on my own, I would much rather be able to save some of that money so I can use it to pay for my phone bill, gas, food, and other things..."
That particular end comment piqued Santana's interest. It was clear that Brittany wasn't going to elaborate what those 'other things' were, but she hoped that maybe one day in the future, the blonde would feel more comfortable around her and the girls to share that information. For the time being, the Latina decided not to pry into this stranger's life... at least not yet.
"So just out of curiosity, how much would you be able to afford?" Santana softly asks.
"Honestly, $500 would probably be the most," Brittany says cautiously. Again, the amount kind of surprises the three girls as they try to study the blonde's face. Feeling like she's being scrutinized, Brittany quickly stands up from the recliner. "You know what, I'm sorry that I've wasted your time. I know that 500 bucks is probably not even close to what you guys pay so I'll just see myself out. Thanks again for meeting with me."
And with that, Brittany hurriedly makes her way to the front door and outside before any of the girls can decipher the complete 180 that had just taken place.
Brittany felt stupid and embarrassed for wasting their time and just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. The thing that sucked most about it was that she could really see herself living here with the other three girls. She already got along great with Mercedes and Quinn (minus the whole lawyer routine that just happened) and she felt a really strong connection with Santana, although they had just met like an hour ago. Brittany could immediately tell what Sam meant when he said that the Latina was feisty, but loyal as hell. She could tell by her mannerisms and by the way she told some of the stories she had shared over the past hour.
Aside from not wanting to go back to the dreadful dorms where her bitchy, back-stabbing teammates would be waiting for her, Brittany so badly wanted to be a part of the inner circle that Mercedes, Quinn, and Santana had formed with each other over the years.
Even though they teased the crap out of each other and gave one another a hard time just for sport, Brittany could see how much the girls loved and cared for each other. She could see the strength in their bonds and how protective they were of each other. Brittany never had that type of friendship or connection with anyone before, at least not with someone who wasn't in her immediate family. After witnessing the effortless friendship between these three girls, Brittany desperately wanted to be a part of it.
Before Brittany could wallow in her self-pity any longer, she's instantly dragged out of her thoughts when she feels a soft hand grasping her forearm.
"Hey Britt... where ya going?" Santana gently says, hoping not to scare the other girl. "What happened in there?"
For a moment, the blonde was slightly caught off-guard by the soft touch of the other girl's hand and the nickname. No one outside of her family had ever called her 'Britt' and she liked it that way. However, hearing the way it so casually rolled off of the Latina's tongue made her think that she could make an exception.
"I'm sorry that I left so abruptly," Brittany sincerely says. "I know I was being a little vague about why I can't spend more than $500 on rent, but I just can't," she pauses and takes a deep breath. "I'm trying to get myself out of a bad situation at the dorms before it gets even worse, but at the same time, I have other responsibilities too. It's just so overwhelming," she says as her rant ends and her eyes begin to water.
Feeling even more embarrassed now for breaking down in front of this girl she barely knew, Brittany puts her face in her hands and turns away from the Latina. On the other hand, Santana has no idea what is going on with the blonde, but it's obvious that the girl needed some help. Usually not the hugging type, she quickly but delicately wraps her arms around Brittany and holds her tight until her breathing evens out and she calms down. Once that happens, the blonde quietly detaches herself from the Latina, immediately missing the warmth of her embrace.
"I'm sorry I'm such a mess," Brittany apologizes again.
"You don't have to keep apologizing Britt; you did nothing wrong," Santana assures. "Look... I know that I don't know you very well, but there's obviously something going on in your life; something more than just the issues with the soccer team. I'm not gonna ask you what that is coz it's none of my business, but if you ever want to talk about it or anything else, I'm here. And so are the other girls."
Hearing the sincerity in Santana's voice felt comforting to Brittany. Since she had first moved to LA, Sam and Mike had been the only two people that truly cared about her and had her back. But now, it felt like she was adding on to that list.
"Would you mind coming back inside with me so we can finish up our meeting?" Santana softly asks. "I promise we won't bite," she says with a smile as she lifts up her pinky finger.
Even though she didn't know a whole lot about the Latina, Brittany was beginning to feel really safe around her. Without a second thought, she linked her pinky with Santana's and walked back inside with her.
"We're glad you didn't leave," Sam says as he sees the blonde coming back into the living room. "Are you okay?"
Brittany gives him a small smile as she nods her head in confirmation. Santana then reluctantly releases her pinky from the blonde's as she reclaims her seat on the sectional.
"Sorry for the way I left; I just got a little overwhelmed," Brittany explains.
"That's okay B. We're sorry if we said or did something to make you feel uncomfortable," Mercedes genuinely states.
"You didn't, but I appreciate the sentiment... even though it's completely unnecessary," the blonde replies back. "If you don't mind me asking, how much exactly is the rent here?"
"Now before we answer that, I want you to keep an open mind and not freak out until we're done explaining. Okay?" Santana carefully asks, wanting to make sure that Brittany didn't bolt again. Once she received a slow head nod, she continued. "Our rent plus utilities comes out to about $3,000 a month."
"$3,000?!" Brittany exclaims as her eyes pop out of their sockets. She then glances over at the Latina that has an 'I thought we had a deal?' look on her face. Immediately, the blonde calms herself down. "I'm sorry... you were saying?"
All of the occupants in the room try their best to suppress their laughter so that the girls can continue their discussion.
"Anyways, like S was saying... rent plus utilities equals out to about $3,000 each month. However..." Mercedes pauses and looks at Quinn.
"... neither one of us actually pays for our rent," the other blonde roommate finishes.
The dumbfounded look on Brittany's face spoke volumes. "I don't understand..."
"Will you guys stop tryin' to confuse the girl?!" Santana mumbles under her breath as she plucks both of her roommates on their legs.
"Hey! That stung a little," Mercedes complains as she runs over the part of her leg that the Latina just hit.
"Good... serves you right Wheezy," Santana says, unapologetically. She then focuses her attention back on their guest. "What my roommates were trying to say - but clearly doing a real bang up job of it - is that our parents pay for our rent."
Brittany then makes an 'o' shape with her mouth.
"Our parents didn't want us to live in the dorms and since we've all known each other since we were in diapers, they rallied together to find us a nice place to live," Quinn explains. "They didn't want us to have to worry about rent while we were studying hard and trying to earn our bachelor's degrees so they decided to split it up amongst themselves."
"The deal was that each of us had to get a part-time job so that we'd be able to handle any other expenses that we might have, such as our cell phone, car note, insurance… you know, stuff like that," Mercedes picks back up. "Anything we have left over we can splurge on ourselves or our significant others," she says as she flashes her eyes at Sam.
This causes Quinn to scrunch up her nose while Santana makes gagging noises.
"Fuck you guys... you're just jealous coz I'm happy," Mercedes states matter-of-factly as she leans in and kisses Sam.
"My eyes! My eyes!" Quinn yells out dramatically.
"Britt... come quickly!" Santana says in the same dramatic fashion. As the blonde looks over at her, feeling slightly panicked, she notices that the Latina is trying to simulate an imaginary noose. "Please come kick this chair out from under me before I have to be subjected to anymore of their PDA."
Once Brittany realizes that she was only joking, she laughs out loud with the rest of the group. Even Sam is trying to contain his chuckles, but his girlfriend doesn't look pleased.
"Aight, Satan... you just wait until you finally get a girlfriend. I'm gonna be All. Over. You." Mercedes threatens.
"Hmm... I don't think Trouty would be too happy about that," Santana retorts. "But didn't that feel good to finally say out loud... how badly you want this Latina Lovin'..."
"No, that's not what I was saying..." Mercedes tries to backtrack, but it's too late for her.
"Shh shh shh... you don't have to say anything else," Santana loudly whispers out as she places her index finger on her roommate's lips. "Acceptance is the first step," she says as she walks towards the kitchen, but not before throwing a wink back at the flabbergasted girl. "Who wants a drink?!" Santana yells out from the other room.
"I do!" Mercedes quickly responds. She then hears Sam snickering beside her so she pushes him off of the edge of the couch where he was sitting. "That's not funny Sam! You're supposed to be on my side!"
"I'm sorry babe, but that was freaking hilarious," the blonde boy replies.
"Yeah, Cedes... you did kinda set yourself up for that," Mike chimes in.
"Uh uh Asian... you don't get to do that," Mercedes says sternly. However, her commands fall upon deaf ears as Mike and the rest of the gang continue to laugh at her expense.
"Is it always like this around here?" Brittany asks after her giggle fit wears off.
"Fortunately, yes..." Quinn replies back happily. "We always have a good time with each other; that's what makes it so fun to live here, being surrounded by awesome people."
"Did somebody say my name?" Santana says as she walks back into the living room, holding several bottles of various alcoholic beverages. "You know my middle name is 'Awesome' right?"
"Funny, coz I thought your middle name was Jasmine, like the Princess from Aladdin?" Quinn smugly replies.
"Hey! You don't just go around and drop somebody's middle name like that. She could be wearing a wire!" Santana says sarcastically as she subtly nods her head towards Brittany.
"I doubt she's wearing a wire," Quinn replies in a monotone voice.
For her part, Brittany had started to catch on to the fact that the girls are just messing with each other again.
"Ok then, Lucy..."
"Hey! That's crossing a line Lopez," Quinn says as she stands up from the couch like she's about to do something.
"Sit yo ass back down Q; you ain't gonna do nothin'," Mercedes says as she lightly pushes the blonde back down. "And give me my damn beer, Satan."
Santana just shakes her head as she hands the diva a beer. "You kiss your mother with that mouth?"
"Oh, fuck off," Mercedes says as she smirks at the Latina who has a matching smirk on her face.
Once Santana makes it back over to her seat, she hands Brittany a bottle of water. Confused, the blonde looks back at her with questioning eyes.
"I figured you had practice in the morning," Santana says with a shrug.
"I do... thanks," Brittany says as she takes a swig of her beverage.
"So... are you sure you really wanna live here with us?" Santana playfully asks. "I know that we're a pretty rowdy bunch."
"Honestly... I think this is exactly what I need. There's so much love and laughter here; I haven't felt that since I moved away from home," Brittany truthfully replies.
"Then you should move in," Santana simply says. "I know that I'm still playing catch up on the getting to know you aspect since the other girls have previously met you, but I really like you. Even from just the little conversation we had earlier, I think that you'd be a great fit here."
The genuineness in Santana's voice is soothing to the blonde and makes her stop worrying as much. However, she still needed to know what would be expected of her... money wise.
"You're still thinking about how you're gonna afford all of this, right?" Santana gently asks, causing the blonde to blush. "Thought so. How bout this?"
Before Santana continues on, she looks back at her roommates and mouths 'do you trust me?' Once she receives a yes from both of them, she picks back up where she left off.
"Since you don't strike me as the kind of girl that's looking for a free ride, how about we do this?" Santana pauses, making sure she has the blonde's full attention. "We each have chores that are assigned to us and it rotates every week. As long as you pull your own weight in that area, the only thing financially you'll be responsible for around here is grocery shopping."
"And by grocery shopping, we're just referring to the general stuff. Like the basics you'd find in any household: milk, eggs, water, bread, bacon..." Quinn clarifies.
"Now if any of us wants something special or specific, we'll be responsible for getting that ourselves," Mercedes adds in. "Or let's just say you have a guest over that likes to eat all of your food..."
With that being said, everyone immediately focuses their attention on the Asian man currently stuffing his face. Once he feels their eyes on him, he stops mid-bite and looks back at them.
"What?"
"That's your third bowl, Chang," Santana reminds him.
"I can't help it... it's so good!" Mike innocently replies as he resumes eating.
"So, Brittany... whataya say?"
"Seriously? Chores and food cost... that's all I'm responsible for?" Brittany says back in disbelief.
"Well, I'm sure there is other stuff around here that we could make you pay for but—" Santana starts to say.
"NO! I'm in!" Brittany quickly replies, accidentally cutting the Latina off. "I wanna live here."
Her response causes everyone to share a laugh as Brittany mouths 'thank you' to Sam. In return, he shoots a wink and a finger pistol back at her.
"So, Britt... do you wanna see your new room?" Santana asks, knowing that Mercedes and Quinn had only shown her the downstairs portion of their house.
"Uh, duh!" Brittany replies as she hops up and runs over to the stairs. The Latina happily follows behind her.
After Brittany received the grand tour of the house, she opted to head back to the dorms to sleep one last time. Even though she would've much rather stayed in her new room, she figured it would be more logical to already be on campus since she had practice pretty early. Before she left though, she made sure she exchanged phone numbers with all of her new roommates.
Due to her over-excitement, the blonde hardly got any sleep that night with the anticipation of finally getting out of her current living situation. That plus the knowledge that her new room would be directly next to Santana's made her feel anxious and a little self-conscious, especially since they would be sharing a bathroom.
As she laid there in bed with her teammate snoring on the other side of the room, Brittany couldn't help but think about one tiny bit of information she picked up on during dinner. When Santana and Mercedes were joking back and forth, Mercedes made a comment that consisted of 'Santana' and 'girlfriend' being in the same sentence. Does that mean she's gay or at least bi? Brittany thought to herself.
Regardless if she was or not, Brittany's main focus needed to be on this upcoming soccer season and graduating... not the incredibly beautiful Latina that she would be living next door to for her last year at USC.
After a very long and draining practice, Brittany briefly spoke to Coach Sylvester about the good news and to inform her that she would be moving into her new place later on that day. Her coach told her that she was very happy for her and hoped that her new living arrangements would be just the thing she needed to put a spark back into her game.
Once she showered and made herself look decent, Brittany texted Santana to see when she would be available. Since it was Wednesday, which was usually the Latina's day off, she offered to help the blonde move. Luckily for Brittany, she didn't have a lot of stuff at the dorms, just her clothes, school stuff, and pictures of her family. After she met up with Santana at a nearby coffee shop, they both decided it would be best to start moving out her things when her current roommate was not going to be there. Brittany figured that she would just deal with the incessant questioning from her teammates about where she was living now once she saw them again at practice the following day.
Using both of their cars, Brittany and Santana were able to successfully move out all of her things in one trip, without having any run-ins with her annoying teammates.
"Thanks again for helping me out today. You really didn't have to," Brittany says as Santana sits down beside her on the sectional, handing her a cold beverage.
"It's no biggie; not like I had shit else to do today," Santana says as she shrugs her shoulders. "So… what do you think of your new room?"
"It's freaking awesome!" Brittany says excitedly. "My room is like the same size as my entire dorm room, minus the bitchy midfielder."
Santana chuckles at that comment. "Well… we're happy to have you here, no matter what the circumstances are that brought you here."
"You're really sweet Santana," the blonde sincerely replies.
"Ha! That's an adjective that I've never heard in association with my name before," Santana says, brushing off the compliment.
"But it's true. On the outside, you have this badass exterior that everyone respects and doesn't dare to mess with," Brittany begins as she re-positions herself on the couch so that she's directly facing the Latina now. "But on the inside, you're this incredibly caring and loyal friend."
Santana is taken aback by the blonde's assessment of her. Normally, when people first meet her, there's a slight sense of fear in them. They would never dare to be this candid or upfront with her. They would never even think to question her badassness. Santana's not exactly sure how she should respond, so she just sits there instead, picking at the label on her bottle of Mike's Hard Lemonade.
"I'm sorry if I've overstepped some type of boundary," Brittany says after a beat.
"No… you're fine. It's just weird," Santana finally says. "You've known me less than 48 hours, yet it seems like you've known me as long as Q and Cedes have."
"I'm pretty good at reading people…" the blonde replies, "but I'll definitely take that as a compliment."
As the two new roommates continue to sit there in silence, Santana notices that Brittany seems a little fidgety and is lightly biting her lower lip.
"You wanna ask me something, don't you?"
Brittany immediately halts her movements and looks back at the Latina. "How could you tell?"
"You keep biting your lip and you can't seem to sit still. You were doing that a lot last night," Santana replies. "I'm pretty good at reading people too."
Brittany takes a second to think about whether it's too early to be asking such a question. Especially since the Latina was being so nice to her, the last thing she wanted to do was offend Santana.
"So… are you gonna ask me or are you just gonna keep biting your lip until it bleeds?" Santana cutely asks.
Brittany releases her bottom lip from her teeth and slightly blushes, hoping that the Latina couldn't tell. "I was just wondering about something Mercedes said about you yesterday…"
"Wow… that's very descriptive Pierce," Santana playfully chides, causing the tips of the blonde's ears to turn red. Upon seeing this, the Latina figures out what her blonde counterpart might be referring to, especially since the girl refuses to look at her. "You wanna know if I'm gay or not, right?"
Brittany slightly tilts up her head and makes brief eye contact with the Latina before nodding 'yes' and looking away, feeling extremely embarrassed at this point. It's like she's reading my mind!
"Well… before I answer that, let me ask you something," Santana suggests. Again, she receives a weak nod from her new roommate. "If I was, would that change things between you and me? Like, would you feel uncomfortable around me?"
"God no!" Brittany quickly yells out, slightly scaring the Latina. "Sorry… I didn't mean to yell. But no, I wouldn't feel uncomfortable around you at all. If I did, I think that would be a little hypocritical of me."
"What do you mean?" Santana questions, although she already had a pretty good idea.
"Well, I'm gay so if I had a problem with you, then I would pretty much be saying that I had a problem with myself… which I don't," Brittany starts to cutely ramble. Santana finds it endearing.
"Good to know," the Latina replies back. "And just for the record… I am too."
"Good to know," Brittany echoes. After a moment of comfortable silence passes, she speaks again. "So… I feel like I need to tell you something."
"Okay… should I be worried?"
"Uh… I don't think so," Brittany says, unconvincingly. This causes Santana to raise an eyebrow. "It's nothing bad; I just may have tried to Facebook stalk you before we met yesterday. It was unsuccessful though since your profile is private."
Santana chuckles a little bit, liking this more relaxed version of Brittany. "It's okay, Britt… I'd be lying if I said I didn't try to check you out as well."
Again, Brittany internally blushes and breaks eye contact with the Latina. She also begins chewing on her bottom lip again. Unfortunately for her, Santana picks up on this.
"Do I make you nervous, Britt?" Santana inquires. "Actually, do you mind that I call you Britt? I can stop if you want."
"No… I don't mind the nickname," Brittany bashfully responds. "But yes… you do make me a little nervous."
"Can I ask why?" Santana asks as she scoots a little closer to the blonde.
Brittany's breaths start to get a little shallow, being this close to the Latina. "I, uh… your personality is very intimidating," she offers.
"I think there's something more to it than that," Santana says softly as she studies the features on Brittany's partially hidden face. She counts the different size freckles gracing her sun-kissed skin, along with her bright blue eyes.
"It's just… you're very interesting to me," Brittany tries again, gaining the Latina's full attention. "And I'm not saying that because we play for the same team or the fact that you're probably the most gorgeous woman I've ever met. I'm just excited to learn more about you; you intrigue me."
Once again, Santana is caught off-guard by the blonde's bluntness. As she downs the rest of her drink, she stands up from the couch. "I could say the same thing about you," she replies back. "Plus… you're hella cute when you start turning red coz you're nervous or flustered about something."
As Brittany's face starts to turn a deeper shade of red, she subtly watches Santana as she walks towards the kitchen. Unluckily for her, she wasn't expecting Santana to come back so soon and catch her staring. Even though she tried to play it off, the smug look on the Latina's face said it all.
"I'm thinking about going down to the beach. You wanna come with?" Santana questions. "It looks like you could use some cooling off?" she says with a wink as she makes her way towards the stairs.
All Brittany can do is laugh at herself. It had been such a long time since she let her guard down and allowed herself to have a fun and flirty conversation with a very attractive woman with a great personality. At first she felt that she might've been a little too forward with her comments and questions, but that didn't seem to bother Santana at all. In fact, the Latina seemed to enjoy the challenge and didn't stray away from asking her own questions. Although she felt that nothing would probably come of it, Brittany knew for sure that she and Santana were becoming fast friends.
And right now… that was enough for her.
Just as Brittany was about to get off the couch and make her way to her room to change into her bathing suit, she gets a new alert on her phone. After she unlocks it and checks her notifications, she sees the following message on Facebook:
Santana Lopez has sent you a friend request.
Almost instantly, Brittany hits the 'Accept' button and smiles widely to herself. She then types out a quick post on Santana's page before heading upstairs to change.
As her phone chimes at the new alert, Santana opens up her Facebook app and sees that Brittany has accepted her friend request and has already written something on her wall:
Brittany Pierce to Santana Lopez
August 5th at 2:14 PM – Los Angeles, CA
Oh snap! Since it's on Facebook, that means we're officially friends :)
Santana lightly chuckles at the post before commenting on it:
Santana Lopez
Wednesday at 2:15 PM
I'm ok with that ;)
With that last thought in mind, Santana sets down her phone and resumes getting ready to hit the beach with her new friend.
I think I'm finally home, Brittany thinks to herself as she does the same.
Author's Note:
Holy cow! Thank you to everyone that has become a fan of this story so quickly. I definitely was not expecting the overwhelming amount of favorites, follows, and reviews that I've received already. Because of that, I decided to reward you all with an update to this story. To all of my Quantico fans… please forgive me for the delay. I promise an update is coming soon! I hope everyone enjoyed the playful banter between the roommates and the nervous/awkward/flirty interactions between our 2 favorite BFFs. As time goes on, you'll learn more about each of their pasts and see how it affects their present/future. Anyways, thanks again!
Stay classy!
-K
