This chapter was a little harder to write- I had a little writers block in the middle but I got it sorted and laid out an outline for this story. Thanks for reviewing, following and favouriting. Enjoy!

Chapter 2

The moon shines bright when I walk the 3 blocks to my house. My parents aren't home yet, which is good because lately they have been pressuring me to get a real job and move out. I don't blame them- I just want a place of my own.

My cat greets me at the door, showing me the bird he caught today on the floor. That's a nice sight to come home to. Nothing in the fridge even remotely eatable shifts me to the freezer for a microwavable meal.

One of these days I would just like to go out to a fancy restaurant, be treated like a queen. I sigh unhappily as the pasta cooks, watching it spin around and around in the bowl. The TV holds no good news so I switch on the radio to my favourite station.

The dinner table is housed with magazines. I slide them away, setting down my favourite place mate. This has become a regular occurrence over the past 2 weeks, my parent claiming they want to live up their middle years.

I think back to my shift at the shop, and Santana. I slap myself mentally at how stupid I must have looked. The pasta is ready and I eat it nonchalantly, giving my cat some of the meat. Lord Tubbington is like human, so I treat him like one.

I glance at the packaging that the pasta meal came in and gasp in shock. There was a family around a table and one of them reminded me of Santana funnily enough.

If I ever see her again, I would apologize for being such a klutz.

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At the same moment, Santana was eating her mars bar with her band mates. She was the head singer of a girls group, and she was like their unofficial leader.

'This is nice.' She muses. They all agree in turn, then flicking chips at each other.

'Seriously, how old are you guys?' Santana shakes her heads in disbelief.

The park was a great place to have dinner, but now that the wind had picked up, she would rather be home. Her mind wonders back to Brittany briefly, then is snapped out of her thoughts by the blowing of the paper toward the lake.

Her friends race to catch it, laughing out into the night. One year ago when she agreed to sing in a band, she never thought she would be gaining 3 goofy friends in the process, who also get up to no good most Friday nights, her being the most rational one of them all.

She sees Sue's fish & chip shop closing for the night, and takes that as a cue to bid farewell to her friends. Her jeep roars to life, some pop song pumping from the speakers.

Santana's house is 5 minutes away. She did think about moving away from Lima when the band wanted to relocate for the big time, but she was stubborn, not wanting to leave the home she grew up in.

Those first few months of playing gigs at local pubs, the girls were losing their passion to play, and much to Santana's disappointment, stopped playing 2 months ago. We are better as friends Santana thought.

There were times when she yearned to feel that spotlight, to bare her sole on the stage for 4 minutes, but life is full of disappointments. Even now she thinks that maybe they would have made it to the big time if she moved.

The house is dark when she pulls up, 2 stories high. Her parents were very wealthy, and when they moved away 5 months ago, she stayed.

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The rest of the week, my shifts were uneventful to say the least. Sue was her usual self, the customers were rude, and I forgot my trainee badge on Wednesday.

The radio switches songs and Friday On My Mind by the Easybeats and I immediately lighten up, grinning from ear to ear. I pace around, skipping almost to the beat, shaking chip baskets and dusting the flakes.

The song just resonated to me, Friday being the most exciting day for me now. Mercedes and a few customers give me weird looks at me dancing around but I couldn't help it. I stopped when I felt that familiar pain in my leg.

The rest of my shift I was in a good mood, playing that song in my head many times.

The rain pours heavily as I find myself in the middle of another Friday night madness. To make matters worse, the customers are very irritable due to the weather, almost insufferable.

One even had the gore to ask if we serve fat free pita bread with our souvlakis.

My watch beeps 7:30pm. At that moment, a very drenched Santana enters the shop by herself. Her hair was dripping down her shoulders, visibly shivering.

'Oh my God.' I scramble to grab a blanket from the cupboard under the sink and hand it to her. She refuses it, then a particular wind blows through and she takes it gratefully.

'Thanks, but you didn't have to do that.'

'You're freezing, it's the least I could do, Anyway, what can I get you?'

She orders the burger with the lot. I shoot her a warm smile when she hands me a 10.

She sits in the waiting area, hugging the blanket close to her. Mercedes cooks the burger while I prepare the fillings. I glance up at Santana, who is drying her hair with her hands.

Soon enough, her burger is ready and she paces up removing the blanket from her. 'Hey, keep it. As soon as you step outside, you'll be thanking me.'

She looked like she was going to say something but doesn't. I watch with sadness as she walks out. She intrigued me, and now I was curious to get to know her better.

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Santana walks slowly to the park outside the shop, choosing the night air over her house, and because it has stopped raining. Besides, maybe she can get over her shyness around Brittany.

Why was it so hard to ask her to be friends? Was it because she was so kind and caring?

Over the years, she shut out people who have gotten close to her, maybe that's it she thinks. Either way, Brittany has managed to lighten her mood on two occasions.

She ate her burger gazing at the neon light across from her, blinding her. Jeez, it's Lima, not Las Vegas. The crickets chirped along with her chewing, she just wanted to smack them, but she can never seem to find them.

Across from her, the back entrance opens, and Brittany walks out with the trash. Santana stays still, not moving, however when Brittany gazes over, she notices and waltzes over.

'Hey, I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for acting like such a clumsy person last Friday. Anyway, I thought you would have gone home to eat?'

Santana throws the rubbish in the bin next to her and steps back. 'Oh that's ok, I wasn't bothered by your clumsiness.'

Brittany gives her a relived smile.

'And I wanted to eat outside for once. Eating home alone is just depressing.'

'I know what you mean.'

Santana looks up into blue eyes with a knowing smile. She nods in agreement.

Brittany goes to say something, her mouth hanging open but nothing coming out, then 'I get this feeling you want to ask me something, but are too afraid to.'

She sighs. 'Well, yeah. I was going to ask you if you wanted to hang out sometime because I don't have many friends.'

Brittany gives an amusing smile. 'Then why didn't you just ask me earlier?'

'I don't let many people into my life, I sort of build walls around me. It doesn't help that people think I'm not nice.'

Brittany shoots her an amused smile. 'I think you're nice.'

'Thanks.' She stares down at her hands. 'So you wanna catch a movie sometime or we could just hang?'

Brittany laughs. 'Yeah sure, here's my number.' She proceeds to write it on Santana's wrist. 'Call me or just drop in on a Friday here.'

With that, they parted ways.

tbc

Ok so I'm writing Santana as a closed up shy person who doesn't have many friends. I know that's not in glee, but eh. Hope you guys go along with it.