Chapter 4
A/N: Hola…here is chapter 4. Thanks for the reviews I got, I did notice before that it was hard to read, I just didn't know if it bothered anyone else. I'll try to fix that in the future and I'm glad someone pointed it out. :)
When I woke up, I was lying on the edge of my bed. There was no blanket and my legs and arms were really cold as I was still only wearing shorts and a tank top.
Brittany was taking up most of the space in my bed. Her arms were stretched out on the mattress and she was lying right in the middle of it so there were two feet one side that weren't used and on the other side, there was me trying not to fall off the bed.
I sat up in bed and rubbed my arms and legs so they would stop freezing and then looked for my comforter which had made its way to the floor somehow, and lifted it up to cover Brittany with it. After I had made sure she was still sleeping, I took clean clothes out of my drawer and stepped into the bathroom.
I only remembered I had wanted to check if Rachel or Kurt were there when I had already turned the shower on, so I decided to postpone that for now.
I got dressed in the bathroom and put my hair up in the usual ponytail I had worn regularly ever since I had joined the Cheerios and then left the bathroom.
It turned out that Kurt wasn't there, once again, but Rachel was sleeping in her bed. Unfortunately, it wasn't only her – next to her was my dear friend Donkey Face, and he was completely naked. I faced the floor while trying to un-see everything I had just seen. Quickly I turned around and walked back to my room, shoved the curtains to the side and closed them behind me when I saw that, even 15 minutes later, the blonde was still sleeping in my bed.
I kneeled down on my bed next to her and lightly shook her. "Brittany," I whispered, "Wake up!"
She didn't react until I had taken comforter away and shaken her a bit harder. The blonde groaned and rolled over so she was lying on her back and then stretched with her eyes still closed.
"Brittany? You awake?"
She rolled back on her stomach and buried her face in the sheets.
"Mhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she mumbled.
"Sorry, Britt., but we have to get up. I need to go to work soon."
Brittany rubbed her eyes and opened them.
"Santana? What are you doing here?"
"I live here? You stayed at my house overnight, Britt," I explained.
The look on Brittany's face changed and her lips formed an O.
"Right. I remember," she said and sat up, then stretched again and looked at me.
"Do you wanna shower while I make breakfast?" I offered.
"Sure, " She answered, "I don't have any clean clothes, let alone underwear, though."
"You can borrow some of my clothes," I suggested and she nodded happily. "You just go shower and I'll put the clothes in front of the bathroom door and you can take them when you're done and get dressed in the bathroom?"
"Or you can just bring the clothes into the bathroom while I'm in the shower?" Brittany raised an eyebrow, then grinned, and I quickly agreed.
The blonde left the room and got into the bathroom, and only seconds later I heard the water in the shower. I quickly got up and made sure to take a pretty pair of panties, a shirt that smelled nicely and a pair of jeans that didn't have holes in it, and stood in front of the bathroom door, not sure what to do next.
Should I just come in or knock and wait for her to answer? She probably wouldn't hear it, though. I still knocked. She didn't seem so notice it, as I expected, so I opened the door and walked in quickly.
I shut the door behind me so Rachel or Brody wouldn't hear me in case they had woken up and quickly put the clothes on the window sill so Brittany would see them.
I then left and went into the kitchen, which basically meant take 5 steps forward, and then remembered I hadn't asked Brittany what she wanted for breakfast.
A quick glance at the clock told me I didn't have too much time left until I had to leave, so this meant I would probably have to go back into the bathroom and ask Brittany.
I felt my cheeks burn at the simple thought of it and made my way towards the bathroom for the second time, knocked the door and stepped in.
She didn't notice me, so I cleared my throat and asked, "Brittany?" A few seconds later she poked her head out of the shower behind the curtain, her long hair dripping with water.
"Huh?"
"Uuuum…" I got slightly distracted for no particular reason (at least I couldn't find one), but then remembered why I was here and spoke, "What do you want for breakfast? I forgot to ask you."
I smiled innocently, standing there awkwardly while she thought about my question.
"Do you have Lucky Charms?"
She showed her perfectly white teeth and I did the same, saying, "Yup. Would you like some?"
She beamed, I beamed. Seeing her happy made me happy, too, and I didn't know why.
"Yes, please! Thanks, San!" She hid behind the curtain again and I left with a light chuckle.
I took the box of Lucky Charms and noticed that it wasn't as heavy as expected.
I opened it and saw that there were barely any left.
Great.
I decided quickly – I lived in New York. The next grocery store was just around the corner.
I took a deep breath and rolled my eyes at how dumb the thing I was going to do was, and took a sheet of paper.
Britt,
We're out of Lucky Charms, so I'll just buy new ones, I'll be back in a few minutes. Please don't be scared if a human donkey or a girl with a moustache and man hands appears in our house, those are Rachel and Brody. Feel free to be mean to them.
- Santana
I placed the note on the kitchen table so she would see it and quickly left.
When I came back ten minutes later, I got a bit of a shock when I entered the apartment. A dressed, very pretty Brittany was sitting on the kitchen table, next to a not so pretty Rachel with messy hair, and still fucking naked Donkey Face. His fucking naked ass was touching my precious chair, if not some other parts as well, and I felt the sudden need to throw up when I first saw him.
My jaw dropped open and my eyes widened.
"W-What the hell? Gross!"
I placed the box of Lucky Charms on the kitchen table next to Brittany, got a bowl, spoon and bottle of mix that I put in front of her, took a bowl for myself as well and sat down next to her while I poured my cheerios. "Rachel, this," I pointed at Brody, "Is too much. You might live in this house, but I do, as well, and I don't accept naked boys surrounding me in here, especially not when I want to have breakfast, have people I can stand over, or when they sit on my chairs. Now please, Miss Berry, kick this guy out, or make him get dressed. Please."
I knew Rachel well enough to know that she would only listen to me if I didn't insult her or Brody too much, so I made sure to sound somewhat polite, yet spoke with a lot of determination so Rachel would understand that I was serious and would get angry if she didn't obey. At the end of the day, they would always do what I want, just because they know I could go on without them.
Now this might sound like a rude thing to say, and like I was just using Kurt and Rachel, but I wasn't. I loved them, probably more than anyone, and I would never really want to lose them. It's just that I've got pride, a lot of it, at least on the outside and somewhere hidden inside of me, and I wouldn't let anybody treat me like I wasn't worth as much as them – especially not after what happened in Freshman year.
Rachel shot Brody a look that said, "Listen to her," and he quickly got up and walked into Rachel's room. Funny how he hid his crotch when he was so open about the stuff between his legs just seconds before.
Finally, I got time to acknowledge Brittany.
"Did you see my note? I had to go buy new Lucky Charms."
"Uh-uh. You really wouldn't have needed to do that. I could just have had something else," she explained.
"It's honestly fine. I would have had to go buy them later anyways."
It was unbelievable how a girl I had known for half a week could change my mood within seconds – I had walked into the room a minute ago and was in a great mood thanks to Brittany.
I wasn't sure how I felt about her, but I would try to befriend her until I figured that out. I certainly liked her, and I wouldn't mind getting some new friends. And It didn't exactly look like Quinn and I were going to become besties soon.
Brittany took the cereal to pour some of it into her nearly empty bowl and I got some cheerios, sat down next to her (careful not to take the seat Brody had been sitting on - he infected it with his butt bacteria, so he will sit on his butt bacteria. At least until I found a bottle of pure alcohol to pour over the seat so all of it would vanish.
Brody came back, fully dressed, and sat on the chair, and we ate in silence. Apparently Brittany had told Rachel who she was already, so I didn't need to introduce anyone.
Afterwards, Brittany and I went to work. She said she would just hang around there for a while and then go home, and I was glad I would have some company. She wanted to help me with the books again to thank me for letting her stay at my place overnight, but I insisted that it had been a lot of fun and I would never let her stay at mine again if she tried to make up for it now.
This threat worked and she just walked next to me while I carried books from the stock room to the right bookshelf and made sure I didn't drop anything, while she sometimes would do impressions of people in the book store to make me laugh.
Despite the tons of work I had a lot of fun and work passed in what seemed like only minutes, and sadly, Brittany had to leave soon so she couldn't even stay for lunch break. We quickly exchanged phone numbers, and she said she would call me this evening.
I stayed in the book store during lunch, I didn't feel like getting something to eat and I was also pretty exhausted from carrying around all those books, so I sat down on a sofa in a dark corner and tried to relax.
I felt kind of good.
I was a bit of a mess, being confused about everything and all, and now I've got Brittany to add to my list of confusing things – but at the moment, she made me happy, and maybe I would be able to figure things out. It had always taken me a while to do that – but baby steps are okay. For now, all that mattered was that I was feeling alright. Right?
I was sitting on my bed and staring at my phone.
She had said she would call.
It was 8pm.
I had spent almost two hours doing nothing but staring at my phone permanently, I had yelled at Kurt for being too noisy, although he wasn't being loud at all, I had accidentally locked Rachel in our laundry room/basement that happened to be right next to our apartment and not in the actual basement, and I had refused to take a shower because it meant I could miss Brittany calling.
I was acting really strangely.
I didn't even understand why I was going crazy.
Why didn't I just call her? Because my brain told me she might not call because she didn't want to talk to me. I was silently laughing at myself for getting so attached to someone I hadn't even known for a week.
It's just a crush, I told myself, but I still got nervous about it.
I didn't want Freshman year to repeat itself now, just with a different girl. But Brittany wasn't like Elaine…at least she didn't seem like her. At all.
An hour later, she still hadn't called. Another hour later, I almost called her, but then ended up not doing it. I was too anxious. At twelve, I went to sleep, convinced she wouldn't call.
A/N: Thank you for reading! Remember to keep reviewing, it really does help and encourage me. I hope this is somewhat realistic with them developing pretty fast at the beginning? I think it's quite hard writing stuff when they barely know each other yet. We never saw Santana talk to a Brittany she didn't know yet on glee, so it's kinda hard to imagine. I hope I'm doing it alright.