Chapter 2

The room was painted an olive color, with dark brown furniture that all matched. There was a king sized bed with white sheets and a very thick comforter. Santana tried to count all of the pillows on the bed, but lost count at 9, for some were hidden behind the others. Across from the bed, there was a flat screen TV hanging on the wall, and a laptop on a small desk beside that. There was a huge walk-in closet that Santana knew she couldn't fill up even with all the clothes she has ever owned. Across from the closet, there was a personal bathroom connected to the room.

The bathroom had a huge Jacuzzi tub, a stand-up shower, a toilet, and a sink in it. Everything was white, brown, and olive in color. It looked as if nobody had ever been in there. All the necessities were already stocked: toilet paper, toothbrush and toothpaste, soap, and even the good kind of shampoo. Santana knew it was the good stuff because she seen it in many commercials.

Santana sat her duffel bag on the floor, and sat on the bed. She looked around the room, and inspected every little detail.

"Is something wrong?" Brooke asked. "There are other rooms, if you would like to see them. I had planned on adopting a baby, so all I have ready is a nursery. We can work on another room while you stay here if you like."

Santana looked at Brooke, and for the first time smiled. "No, this is perfect. I've never had my own room before, especially one that looks like it's straight out of a magazine."

"Well, you can do whatever you like to it. My room is just across the hall, so you know where to find me if you need me." Brooke was happy to see Santana smile, but she was simply exhausted from the emotional roller coaster she had been on that day.

"Thank you, Ms. Davis," Santana said.

"Just call me Brooke. We're only five years apart, after all." With that, Brooke turned and walked across the hallway into her own room. She shut Santana's door behind her, and laughed to herself when she her Santana jumping on the bed. For the first time this day, she felt like she may have made a good decision.

Santana was running around the room inspecting everything. She couldn't believe she had her own TV. She could hardly believe this wasn't a dream. Brooke really let her stay, even after all of the horrible things she did and said.

Santana unpacked her duffel bag. She put her only pair of pants and two shirts in a drawer. Then, she took out the picture of her mother, and set it on the night stand beside the bed. She touched two fingers from her lips to the picture while mouthing "I love you."

After unpacking what little belongings she had, she laid across the bed, and flipped on the TV. She laid there and channel surfed for a while, with every channel catching her attention. After she looked through all eight hundred channels, she decided to take a bath.

Brooke sat on her bed, as she pulled some Tylenol from her bedside table. She had a major headache, and wanted it to go away fast. She took two Tylenol and downed a whole bottle of water. She laid back on her bed and propped her feet up with two pillows. She could hear the water running from across the hall, and knew Santana was taking a bath.

Just as Brooke's headache was easing, she heard her cell phone start to ring. She rolled over to wear it lay, and peeked on eye open to see who was calling. It was Haley. She hadn't talked to Haley since she had left Tree Hill, but she called her out of desperation earlier that day. Hayley had a son of her own, and also was a teacher. So, she was the first one to pop into Brooke's mind when she was first freaking out about Santana. Haley was one of Brooke's close friends from high school. Other than Peyton Sawyer, Haley was her closest friend.

"Haley James?" Brooke was smiling from ear to ear.

"Brooke Davis?" Haley couldn't believe who was on the other side of that phone.

"Well, what have you been up to Haley?"

"Just being a mom and a teacher. What about you, big shot clothes designer?" Haley laughed.

"Just being a big shot clothes designer!"

"Awe, well I've missed you, Brooke."

"Missed you too Haley!" They went on trading stories about what happened after high school, and who they haven't talked to in ages. It seemed that everyone had moved away from Tree Hill at one point or another. Haley had married Nathan Scott in high school. He was the basketball superstar of the town, and now he is playing for the Charlotte Bobcats. Haley and Nathan had a son, who is almost five years old by now. But Haley and Nathan take turns caring for him since they divorced two years ago.

"So how is that boy of yours, anyways?" Brooke was dying to know about little Jamie.

Haley went on to talk about Jamie and how he was doing, making Brooke eager to meet the little boy. She knew if she ever went for a visit, she wouldn't want to come back.

They talked about Santana, and Brooke explained how she expected an infant. They laughed and laughed about it, and then Haley explained that she couldn't give advice on teenagers yet, but she would always be there if Brooke needed her. They ended the conversation with promises of not letting it be that long before they talked again, and then they hung up.

Brooke got up off the bed, and walked across the hall. She stood outside Santana's room, listening. Santana walked up behind Brooke, and coughed.

"I was just seeing if you were finished bathing." Brooke smiled.

"Sure you were." Santana tried not to snarl this time.

Brooke smiled and backed up to let Santana back into her room. Santana sat on the bed, and Brooke walked in behind her. She opened the closet and realized that Santana hardly had a wardrobe.

"I guess we need to take you to get some clothes and things since you start school on Monday."

"What's wrong with what I have?" Santana looked offended.

"Well, dear. You are now representing Clothes Over Bros, which is my clothing line, and there is no way in the world I am going to let you walk around in bad fashion with my name written all over it."

Santana gave her a go-to-hell look.

"Come on, Santana. Most girls enjoy shopping! It will be fun and it will give us a chance to get to know one another!" Brooke was beaming. Obviously shopping was in her blood.

"Alright, alright. But, I will not wear anything similar to that hideous dress you're wearing."

Brooke looked at herself in the full length mirror to her right. She loved this dress, but it was a bit aging.

"Well, I'll just have to do some shopping myself then, too!"

Santana could tell that Brooke did enough shopping without her around anyways. But, she couldn't help but to feel a little excited to be able to actually buy something from a store. Everything she owned, for years, had been second hand.

"Well get some sleep, Santana. We'll go as soon as I wake up in the morning." Brooke left Santana in a daydream of clothes and shoes. Brooke crawled into bed, and fell asleep faster than she had in years.

Santana tossed and turned, and couldn't sleep. She was nervous and excited for the future at the same time. She really wanted things to work out here. She kind of liked Brooke. Once you got past the stuck up, hard, exterior, Brooke was actually fun. Besides, she was twenty-one years old.

Santana wondered about what her school would be like, and if she would be able to make friends. She thought about Victoria, and if Brooke had told her anything yet. She thought about her life changing so fast, and decided that for Brooke, she was going to try hard, and be easier on her.

The next morning Santana woke up to the smell of breakfast being cooked down stairs. She freshened up in the bathroom before meeting Brooke in the kitchen.

"I hope you like pancakes, eggs, and toast." Brooke was already eating.

"I do." Santana sat down and started to eat.

Breakfast was good, and Santana couldn't help but to wonder if breakfast was served like this every morning. She climbed the stairs, back to her room, and took a shower. When she got out of the shower, she saw a pink crop top, and black skinny jeans lay on her bed. On the floor were black sandals with white stones around the ankle. It looked like Brooke had some style, after all.

Santana dressed herself in the jeans that didn't fit her as tight as she would like. She pulled the pink shirt over her toweled head, and then put on the shoes. If anything she bought today was half as nice as these things, she would be in heaven.

"Oh, I see you tried the outfit on. I know it's not really your size, but I figured you would like to wear something different." Brooke was leaning in the doorway of Santana's room. She had on white Capri pants, and a navy blue tank top. She looked her age today. Yesterday, she could have passed for thirty.

"Thanks, Brooke. I like it." Santana was checking herself out in the mirror.

"Well I'm ready when you are." Brooke slid the flip flops she was holding onto her feet, and put her hands on her hips.

"Just let me dry my hair and I will be ready to go."

Santana had never seen the inside of a fancy clothes boutique before. The floors were made of marble, and the mannequins were too. There were huge silk curtains draped to one side of the large display windows. The clothes all hung in a neat and orderly fashion on thick, wooden hangers. There were chandeliers filled with crystals hanging from the ceiling and she stood staring at them, admiring their sparkle. There weren't many people shopping in the store, but Santana spotted a few heads sticking up every now and then above the clothes racks.

"Santana?" Brooke was standing there with a pile of clothes already picked out for Santana to try on.

Santana walked towards Brooke and took a few things off of the pile and headed to the dressing room. In the pile, there were pants, shorts, skirts, shirts, and dresses. She pulled a black cocktail dress from the pile, and wondered where she would ever wear something like this too. She undressed quickly, and pulled the dress over her head. She stood admiring herself in the mirror, not being sure if she could pull the dress off or not. She pulled her hair up on top of her head and made a pout in the mirror. Who was she kidding? She could pull anything off.

Santana knew she was beautiful. She just never had the opportunity to enjoy being beautiful. Before, nobody cared what she looked like. To the foster families before, she was just another name with a check and to the kids at the orphanage, she was just another kid that may find a home before they got a chance to.

Santana slipped out of the dress, and tried on a few of the other things. She was trying on the last pair of jeans when she heard Brooke asking if anything fit.

"Everything fits. I am trying on the last pair of jeans now." Santana pulled her shirt over the front zipper and looked at herself in the mirror.

"Alright. Well, come out and let me have a look."

Santana stepped out of the dressing room, and put her hands on her hips.

"What do you think?"

Brooke couldn't believe how gorgeous Santana looked. She had transformed from a bratty teenager to an elegant young lady in a matter of minutes. Brooke smiled and thought to herself "fashion really can make a difference in the world."

"Santana, they're perfect! I have so much more to show you. So hurry up and change." Brooke hurried off and left Santana there to admire herself.

After a last glance at herself, Santana rushed back into the dressing room and quickly dressed herself in the clothes Brooke had lent her. She piled the clothes that she just tried on in her arms, and wandered out to find Brooke.

Santana found Brooke in the swimsuit section and laughed when she saw Brooke holding two different ones, trying to decide which one she would look better in.

"The red one would look good on you," Santana said.

Brooke turned around, surprised that Santana found her so quickly.

"I thought so too," Brooke said, as she hung the other one back on the rack. "Which swimsuit do you want? Summer will be here soon and we have to go to Bora Bora this year!"

Santana smiled at the thought of taking a lavish vacation right after school let out. She had told her classmates every year for the past eight years that she was going to Disney Land for the summer with her family. Nobody ever found out she was lying because when she returned to school the following year, she always had different classmates. She never stayed at one school for very long. At least now she wouldn't have to lie when everyone else was talking about where they would be vacationing for the summer.

"I think I would like this pink one." Santana pulled a two piece bikini from the shelf.

"A string bikini for a sixteen year old? I think not. Why don't you try pulling off a whole piece bathing suit first, and we'll go from there." Brooke knew with the body Santana had, she would have every boy, and probably man, ogling for miles.

Santana rolled her eyes, and put the swimsuit back. She pulled a whole piece, blue, bathing suit that was about four sizes too big for her from the rack.

"That's a little big for you, don't you think?" Brooke laughed.

"It's for you. MOO!" Santana threw the bathing suit at Brooke, and walked out of the swimsuit section as fast as she could.

Brooke stood there, shocked at what just happened. Weren't they just getting along fine? She didn't understand what had just happened.

Brooke found Santana sitting on a leather couch, used for customers waiting to change, or for husbands that hated to shop. She didn't look upset, but Brooke wasn't sure how to approach her.

"Santana, you can get the pink bathing suit in the two-piece, but not with the strings, ok?" Brooke was trying to compromise.

"I don't really care what kind of bathing suit I wear." Santana laughed. "I'd still be hotter than you in a one-piece."

Santana got up from the couch, crossed her arms, and smiled at Brooke. "That's why you didn't want me to wear the string bikini right? Too afraid I would look better in it than you?"

Brooke scoffed. "No! I just don't want you to look like a tramp."

Santana laughed and rolled her eyes. "Whatever you say, Brooke."

With that, they headed to the counter to purchase all the things they had tried on.

Santana and Brooke had their arms filled with bags and boxes of clothes as they headed to the car. Santana wobbled as she tried to steady the packages on her arms, but bumped into the newspaper stand and lost her balance. She fell, hitting the sidewalk hard and sending all the packages in different directions.

"Here, let me help you up."

Santana looked up to a hand extending out to help her up. She covered her eyes to shield the sun to get a better look at who spoke.

She was tall and blonde. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail. Her eyes were the bluest eyes Santana had ever seen. They glistened in the sunlight, and the girl smiled while showing how white her teeth were. She barely wore any makeup, but was naturally stunning. Santana extended her hand and clasped it around the stranger's hand. The girl pulled Santana up with ease, and started collecting her strewn packages.

"Thank you," Santana said, as they piled the last box on top of the others.

"Anytime." The girl took a few steps back, waved, and then turned away and continued walking down the sidewalk.

Santana gathered the boxes and bags, and walked to the car, being careful to peek around the stack every now and then.

"I thought you got lost." Brooke was stuffing things in her trunk when Santana walked up.

"No, I just fell over in front of everyone on the sidewalk."

Brooke laughed and grabbed the boxes from Santana's arms. She piled everything into the trunk and the backseat while Santana climbed in the front passenger seat of the car.

They laughed at how packed the car was and made jokes about who was carrying it all upstairs when they got home. Santana felt bad about what she had done to Brooke at the store earlier, and apologized. Brooke knew Santana didn't mean it, and accepted her apology. They were both glad everything was going alright for once.

They pulled into the garage, and decided to unload the bags before the boxes. Brooke got out, and popped the trunk of the car open and Santana ran to unlock the front door.

She came around the corner of the house, key in hand, but stopped dead in her tracks as soon as she saw her. There was a young woman sitting on the steps of Brooke's house. Santana knew who she was, but she didn't know how she knew Brooke or why she was sitting on the steps of their house.

"Brooke is in the garage. But she'll be coming in just a second." Santana walked past the girl, and unlocked the door.

"You must be Santana. Hi. I'm Haley." She put her hand out to shake Santana's hand.

Santana was in shock at the beauty of Haley James in real life. She couldn't believe she was about to be shaking her hand. Haley was gorgeous with thick, brown hair, highlighted with blonde and honey strands. Her lips were full, and parted into a huge smile. Her nose crinkled just a tiny bit when she smiled, and Santana thought that was the cutest thing.

"I know who you are Haley James." Santana stuck her hand out, nervously, and shook her delicate hand. She lingered, only for a moment, on the tips of Haley's fingers as they grazed her palm when they let go.

"Well, we are pretty much already acquainted then, huh?" Haley laughed.

"HALEY JAMES? What are you doing here?" Brooke dropped the packages mid sentence, and dashed across the yard, to the front porch.

Haley and Brooke hugged for a whole minute, not letting each other even finish a sentence before they were saying something else. Santana watched them and smiled at the thought of how close their friendship must have been. She couldn't help but to feel slightly jealous that she had never had a friend before. Sure, there were the different kids she met when she went to new schools or different homes, but they were never really interested in Santana. They were just lonely like Santana, so they tended to stick together.

Santana knew she wanted a friendship like this with somebody. She had read about the great things friends do together in books, and watched it in movies. She could feel, in her heart, the longing of being that special to someone.

Brooke and Haley had migrated into the house, still laughing and talking. Santana finished bringing the rest of the boxes and bags inside, and shut the door behind her. She took everything upstairs, and then separated what was hers and what was Brooke's. She placed the boxes that contained Brooke's things on her bed, and went back to her room to put everything in its place.

Santana pulled out all the dresses first. She didn't want them to be wrinkled. She laid them across her bed, and ordered them from most casual to most dressy. Then she hung them, one by one, in her closet. Next, she hung the shirts and then placed the pants and shorts in a drawer. She hung some skirts in the closet, but placed the more casual ones in a drawer below the one containing her pants. She put her new bras and panties in the top drawer, and lined her shoes in a neat row on the floor of her closet.

When Santana was finished giving all her new things a place, she threw away all of the packaging. She walked into her now, very full, closet. There were so many garments to choose from, and she had the urge to try everything on again.

Santana pulled a form-fitting green dress, from a hanger, and held it against her body. She admired herself in the mirror, trying to decide if this was casual enough to wear around the house. With barely any hesitation, she undressed and slid the dress over her head and shoulders. She pulled the dress down over her body, making sure to adjust her boobs and butt afterwards. This dress was really tight, and she didn't want her lady business to disappear under the fabric.

She looked into the mirror and barely recognized the girl staring back at her. She had amazing curves in this dress and it made her bust look two sizes bigger. The dress was pretty short, but elongated her legs and made them appear tanner than they've ever looked. She pulled a hot pink, sleeveless, vest from the closet and put on over the dress, leaving it unzipped. She put on some black, knee-high socks and then slipped her feet into the heeled boots she fell in love with earlier that day.

On her way out of the bedroom, Santana sprayed a little perfume on her neck and wrists. She shut the bedroom door behind her, and made her way downstairs where Brooke and Hayley were.