Brittany opened the door for Santana and the girls entered a bare, white room with nothing but a desk, a chair, a computer, and a printer.
"Is this the only computer they have?" Santana asked.
"No," Brittany laughed. "They have a whole computer lab in a room behind the front desk. This is just where Charles comes when he has to print out the guest's boarding passes or other flight info."
"Ah," Santana breathed, walking closer to the chair. She wasn't sure who Charles was, but she guessed he was an employee.
"Go ahead," Brittany motioned to the computer. "Check your email or whatever." Santana felt a little rude checking her email while the girl just sat there but Brittany insisted. It only took about a minute to check her email, though, since she had just checked two days before. Subconsciously, Santana typed Facebook into the url bar and logged in. She had a few new notifications, one of which was a comment on her profile picture. She clicked the link and her photo, a picture of Santana and her friend Emilie hugging tightly, both clearly a little tipsy, at a party before Santana left for break. Emilie was the one who commented. Santana giggled a little when she read it.
Ahh love you babe! Missing your ass come home asap
"Looks like you're having fun," Brittany laughed softly, her voice surprising Santana a little.
"Oh, yeah," Santana smiled. She smiled back.
"You look cute. You both do," Brittany quickly added, worried she said too much.
"Thanks." Santana felt her smile grow a little wider.
"Friend me," Brittany blurted out. Santana turned to look at the girl but Brittany quickly leaned over Santana, her arms falling over each of her shoulders, and she typed her typed her name into the search bar. Santana's body froze. Brittany could have easily came around the front of Santana to type on the keyboard, avoiding any contact. But she didn't. And now Santana could feel the girl's breath falling down her neck.
Santana saw the blonde's profile picture, Brittany in a pool with Lincoln on her shoulder's. Santana immediately noticed that Brittany had cropped the photo so that it cut off Brittany's body from her shoulders down. Tease, she thought.
"Brittany Pierce," Santana read out loud, learning of the girl's last name for the first time.
"Santana Lopez," the blonde read back, making Santana smile a little.
There was a moment in the air then that both the girls felt. Neither of them were sure exactly what it was, but their gaze held a little longer than usual and the silence lasted a little longer than normal.
Santana gulped, swallowing any nerves that had just popped through her body. She turned back to the computer and logged off Facebook, standing up from the chair. "Your turn," she said to Brittany.
"Oh, I'm fine," she shrugged. "Aren't you going to show me that song?" She asked.
"Oh, right!" Santana sat back on the chair, almost having forgotten why they came there in the first place. She pulled up Youtube and typed in Washing Line- Thommy Wilson. She clicked on the Balcony TV version since she was a bigger fan of the acoustic.
As soon as the video loaded, Brittany leaned over Santana's chair, resting one hand on the desk, the other on the back of the chair. Her head hung right above Santana's shoulder as she peered over the girl at the computer. Santana froze, happy again to be so close to the girl.
"Aw," Brittany cooed. "He's cute." Since the boy was only 15, Santana didn't feel any jealousy at Brittany's minor swooning. Brittany liked the boys cute, shy look. She liked his australian accent, too. She really liked the music, though. When the boy started playing guitar, she was mesmerized by the tune.
"It's pretty," she hummed at the start. Santana nodded but didn't take her eyes off the screen. If she moved to face the girl, there was a slight chance their faces would bump.
I admire you washing line
You never commit any crimes
Brittany loved his voice. It was so pretty. She didn't even care she already had no clue what the boy was singing about, as long as she continued to feel this calm.
You stay outside you never complain
You keep a smile through the pouring rain
Santana's smile grew as one of her favorite songs played throughout the tiny room.
And the washing line stands up all day
Soon enough she's gonna have to say 'I'm tired. I need my rest my whole life I've tried my best'
Well you deserve it more than anyone, standing out there in the midday sun
Well you deserve it more than anything
Cause we'll all open our arms and let you in
Santana wasn't sure if Brittany would understand the song right away. None of her friends got it. Every time she played it her roommate would huff, "I don't understand how you're still listening to this shit. It's about a fucking washing line!" Santana knew it wasn't, but honestly, even if it was about a washing line, she would probably still love it. It was so damn catchy.
And all I wanna do is go dancing in the rain with you
And all I wanna do is ease some of the pain for you
for you
This was Santana's favorite part. Brittany's face really lit up. With the mention of one word, she fell in love with the song.
I admire you washing line
Your smile is as warm as sunshine
Without letting the song finish, Brittany declared, "I love it."
"Yeah?" Santana smiled, careful to not turn her head into Brittany.
"Yes," she smiled, sitting herself down on top of the desk so she could face Santana.
Brittany missed the rest of the words, but when the part came up again, she sang along softly, rising to her feet to do a little twirl.
"And all I wanna do is go dancing in the rain with you!" Santana giggled a little but she noticed how graceful Brittany looked. "That's the cutest part," Brittany confessed. Santana nodded in agreement.
"Have you ever danced in the rain?" Brittany asked over the music.
"Uh, not that I remember," Santana admitted.
"You would have remembered," Brittany smiled. "It's so fun."
"You like dancing?" Santana asked. There was something in the girl's blue eyes, though, that already told her the answer.
"I love it," Brittany told her, her voice getting softer. Just talking about dancing was making her miss it again. It's not that she didn't dance anymore. She pretty much danced in some capacity every day. Still, it wasn't anything compared to her high school days. "I'm a dancer," Brittany continued. "Well, I used to be a dancer," she said disappointedly, unsure if she could still call herself a dancer.
"Really?" Santana asked, her face lighting up a little. Her eyes quickly fell down the girls body and she nodded. It made sense, her being a dancer. She had a dancer's body.
"Yeah," Brittany breathed. Santana could sense she was a little distraught. "Well, I used to. In high school."
"Like competitions? Or, like, just for fun?"
"Well both. I went to the studio everyday after school. I had a bunch of competitions and shows, but it was more of an outlet."
"Do you still take classes or anything?" Santana really wanted to see the girl dance. She liked the way she moved already. She could only imagine what seeing her dancing would do, especially if she was any good.
"I wanted to go to college for it. I had some schools picked out and some offers but," she paused, "it just didn't work out that way." Brittany didn't want to tell her that she didn't take up dancing because of her parents who never actually told her she couldn't pursue dancing. When she told most people that, they laughed at how dumb she was.
Santana quickly realized that Brittany didn't want to talk about this any further, so she changed the subject.
"Well I wanna see you dance. Are you gonna go to that club sometime?" Brittany smiled, relieved that this girl didn't push the college subject any further.
"Actually, one day a week it's an 18 and older club, and since I've never been able to go to that before, I'm gonna check that out. I'll make sure to let you know which day I decide to go."
"Good," Santana smirked. "Because I love a girl that can dance."
Brittany felt her face get a little red, but she was getting better at controlling it. Santana had made a few comments like this. Ones that made her a little more nervous than comments like that normally did. She wasn't sure if Santana was normally like this or if she was actually...flirting? Part of her told her that that's how she was with everyone. Another part of her told her that maybe she was into her. Brittany wasn't completely sure which part she actually wanted to be true.
She also didn't want to offend Santana and make her into some stereotype. Brittany had never been friends with an openly gay girl. Almost all her male dancer friends were gay, and she knew two bisexual girls, one of which would accredit Brittany to helping her discover her bisexuality. Still, Brittany didn't want to assume Santana was into her just because she was trying to be her friend. She knows how rude it is when guys act like her dancer friends are hitting on them just because they're being friendly. Maybe Santana was just being friendly?
Santana wasn't just being friendly, though. She still wasn't sure how Brittany was reacting on the inside, but she knew her flirtatious comments still made Brittany a little bashful.
"Shoot, do you know what time it is?" Santana asked, realizing she promised her Dad she'd meet him for lunch. She turned towards the computer and saw that it was already past one. "I gotta go meet my Dad."
"No problem," Brittany smiled. She quickly ran over to the computer, cleared the internet's history, and turned the lights off before opening the door for Santana.
"Thanks for taking me here," Santana smiled.
"Of course," she said. "Thanks for showing me that song." Santana nodded and took a step past Brittany. Brittany felt her eyes scan down Santana's body. She watched her walk, Santana unaware of the pair of eyes watching her. Brittany wanted to see her dance too. No, she didn't wanna just watch her, she wanted to dance with her.
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After spending the entire afternoon with her Dad, Santana wasn't thrilled to learn that Brittany would be spending the evening with Sam. Santana thought about going out to the lobby to make some other friends, since it was inevitable that she couldn't spend every day with Brittany, but she settled for a movie in her room. But Santana's mind was buzzing with thoughts, like it normally did whenever she spent time alone. She dug through the closet to find her suitcase and pulled out her favorite leather-bound journal. On the cover, SL was engraved in cursive letters. Her mother bought it for her as a going away to college present. Santana went through journals like it was her job. Her Mom bought her first one for her when she was only seven, but Santana didn't really start using them until she was about fifteen. For a long period of time, she was too paranoid about who would read her private thoughts, so she just didn't write any of them. Once she got over that, she realized how amazing it felt to write. She wrote about everything. She wrote about her day. She wrote about that boy in class who wouldn't shut up. She wrote her thoughts on the new episode of Girls. She wrote about her future and she wrote letters to the people in her future. She wrote ideas for movies. She wrote short stories. She wrote poems. She doodled. She wrote her name over and over again. She didn't care what she was writing, it felt good to just write.
She started writing about the lodge, since she hadn't written anything since she got there. She drew a tiny map of what she could remember so far. She explained minor details and wrote about how pretty it was. But eventually, like she had expected, Brittany's name was scribbled onto the page. Santana stopped. She wasn't exactly sure what she wanted to say. She wrote about her immediate attraction to the girl, but as she wrote, she realized that wasn't entirely what it was anymore. She actually liked spending the time with her, and not just because she was so pretty. It was only when there was a knock on her door that Santana stopped and realized she had written an entire page about the girl.
Santana laughed a little at the knock. She told her Dad he could knock on their connecting doors but he continued insisting on acting like their rooms weren't connected.
"What's up?" She laughed as she pulled open the door. "Oh," she breathed, shocked at the figure standing at her door.
"Oh, sorry," Brittany breathed, noticing the girl's confused expression.
"No, sorry, I just, I thought you were my Dad."
"Do you have your own room?" Brittany asked.
"Yeah, sort of," Santana explained. "He's connected to mine," she said, nodding towards his room.
"Oh, cool." Santana smiled as it sunk in that Brittany was at her door. Then Santana blushed a little, pulling her journal behind her back, a little embarrassed to be holding it. Nobody really knew she journaled. They knew she was interested in writing, though, so she assumed they wouldn't think anything of it.
"So what's up?" Santana asked after a long pause. Brittany felt silly. She was the one who had knocked on her door and she wasn't saying anything.
"Well, Sam actually had to babysit, so I thought I'd see if you were free." Brittany hoped she didn't look too desperate. She also hoped Santana didn't think she was just a backup plan. Truthfully, Sam asked had her to babysit with him, but Brittany didn't feel like spending the night with him and his little brother and sister.
"I thought maybe you'd wanna go get some ice cream or something," Brittany shrugged. She wished she could think of anything other than ice cream, but she couldn't.
"Yeah, sure," Santana smiled. "Let me just grab some shoes," she said. "You can come in," she laughed when the door almost closed on Brittany's static face. Brittany took a step inside and watched as Santana tossed a notebook onto the bed. She slipped her feet into her tiny tan Uggs as her black sweatpants fell over them. Santana wished she had known Brittany was coming, she would have worn something a little cuter. She was relieved Brittany was in sweats, too, though she looked much cuter than Santana. She grabbed a zip up hoodie and followed the blonde out of the room.
"How'd you find my room anyway?"
"Charles," she shrugged. "He works at the front desk."
"Ah," Santana smiled, happy that she found her. "Does Sam have to babysit a lot?" She asked as the stepped onto the elevator.
"Uh, not really. But my Aunt just got in, so my parents are taking her out to dinner. They invited Sam's parents along, so he's on babysitting duty."
"Where's your brother?" Santana asked.
"He has his own little friends, too, thankfully," she smiled. "Santana followed Brittany off the elevator and she lead her down a long hallway to a section with a few tiny stores. In the corner was a tiny ice cream parlor.
"Brittany Pierce," A young guy smiled from behind the counter. He was probably only a few years older than the girls, Santana suspected.
"Hi there," she grinned.
"Welcome back, how've you been?"
"Pretty good, you?"
"Good, good," he smiled. "Is this your friend?"
"Oh yeah, this is Santana," She said, pointing to the girl. "This is Greg."
"Hi," Santana smiled.
"Hey," he grinned. He wasn't particularly attractive, but Santana could tell he was a sweet guy. "What can I get for you two?"
"Brownie sundae," Brittany smiled like a young kid. Santana giggled at how excited she looked.
"I'll have the same," She decided.
"Sounds good," he nodded, turning around to make the two sundaes.
"I haven't had a good sundae in forever," Santana said.
"It's homemade," Brittany squealed. She could hardly contain herself. "The brownies are warm, too." They watched as Greg made their sundaes. When he was finished, Brittany and Santana were waiting over by the register.
"Two brownie sundaes," he smiled, handing the two dishes to the girls. "On the house."
"Greg," Brittany sighed. By the way she sighed, Santana figured this had happened more than once.
"No, I insist. It's your first one! A welcome sundae. It has to be complimentary," he smiled.
"Alright," she agreed. "Just this one," she told him. He nodded and Brittany walked over to the table. Santana sat next to her and laughed a little.
"Wow, you didn't even have to work for that one."
"Huh?" Brittany said, confused, scooping the first mouthful into her mouth.
"Well when I get free stuff, I usually have to at least work for it." Brittany just stared at her. "Does that happen a lot?" She asked. "You get free stuff a lot?"
"Not that often," she said slowly. "I mean, Greg tries to give me free stuff a lot, but I don't normally let him. Sometimes at the mall I'll get a free soda or something."
"And you don't have to try?"
"Try?" She asked.
"I mean, you just walked up and smiled. You didn't even have to flirt." Again, Brittany just stared, like she wasn't sure what they were talking about.
"I guess that's what happens when you're so damn attractive," Santana said, taking a bite of her ice cream. Brittany looked up, her eyes a struggling to hide her surprise. A few moments passed, both girls silently eating their ice cream.
"This is really good-"
"Is that why you think he gave it to me? Because he thinks I'm attractive?" Brittany asked genuinely.
"I'd give it to you for free, too," Santana admitted, barely looking up from her bowl at the blonde. "Guys always give stuff away to girls they think are attractive," she shrugged.
"So you think he thinks I'm attractive?" Santana looked up and nodded slowly at the girl, smile on her lips.
Brittany looked over at Greg. He was smiling at her. When the two made eye contact, Greg bashfully averted his eyes. Brittany didn't really care, though. She was still stuck on what Santana said. First that's what happens when you're so damn attractive and then I'd give it to you for free, too. Brittany stumbled on her words a few times before finally managing to get out what was eating at her.
"So you think I'm attractive?" The words were super quiet. Her nervousness made Santana smile.
"I'm attracted to you," Santana said nonchalantly, eyeing the girl for a moment before looking back down to her ice cream. Brittany felt her entire body catch on fire. The girl's words ran through her.
She wasn't sure why she wanted to know the answer to the question, but it was like an itch she needed scratched. Santana did way more than scratch the itch. Her answer, as blasé as it had seemed, was making Brittany's head run wild.
Santana looked up at the girl with a tiny smirk. She was just being honest, but she could tell the girl was not expecting that answer.
With that declaration, Brittany felt something change. Maybe Santana was flirting with her. Maybe she wasn't like that with everybody. Maybe she was actually into the blonde. What Brittany found most surprising though, was how nervous it was making her.
A girl had admitted to having an attraction to Brittany once, and Brittany did the opposite of act nervous. In fact, when Brooke had confessed that she was starting to question her... feelings for girls, Brittany was way supportive. She had only known the girl for a little under a year, but they had grown pretty close while dancing together. One night, when they were having a heart to heart about Brooke's sick grandmother, she must have been feeling really close to the Brittany. When Brittany pulled away from their hug, she asked, "Can I kiss you?" Brittany let her, and soon enough they were kissing for quite some time. That wasn't the first girl Brittany had kissed, but it was the first girl she had kissed sober. And she liked it. Well, Brooke was probably the best kisser she had ever kissed, technique wise, but Brittany didn't really feel anything special. Brooke understood that Brittany wasn't into it, but thanked her graciously for giving it a try. Things weren't that awkward afterwards, since Brittany was usually so open to things like that.
That's why this whole thing was weird to Brittany. She had always been so comfortable with things like this. But Santana and her comments had been making her squirm.
"So do you like to draw?" Brittany asked, trying her best to suppress her thoughts for the time being.
"Huh?" Santana asked, confused. "I mean, it's I like to doodle. What do you mean?"
"The notebook. You threw it on the bed, did I interrupt you drawing?"
"Oh," Santana remembered. Now it was her turn to squirm. "Sort of, I mean, I was writing. But I was just writing cause I was bored."
"Sorry," Brittany said.
"No, it's okay," she said. "I'm not bored anymore."
"Good," she smiled. "So you like writing, then? What were you writing about? Sorry, that's too personal. I mean, what do you like to write about?"
"It's okay," Santana giggled. "I was just writing about the lodge so far. I hadn't written about it yet. I write about anything. And everything. Things I see, things I feel. My thoughts. Stories. Anything, really."
"That's awesome. Are you studying writing?"
"Yeah," she smiled. "I'm studying creative writing, actually."
"Kenyon's really big on that, aren't they?" Brittany suddenly remembered.
"Yeah," Santana breathed, her eyebrows knitting together. She was surprised at how much the girl knew.
"Do you want to write novels?"
"That. Or movies or Tv. I'll do anything, really," she shrugged.
"That's awesome," she breathed.
"What are you studying."
"Journalism," Brittany said, not so enthusiastically.
"Do you like it?"
"It's okay," she sighed. She was a little taken aback that the girl actually asked her if she liked it. Most people assumed she did, since that's what she was studying.
"You don't?"
"I do," Brittany shook her head, confused for a moment that she had said the wrong thing.
"You don't," Santana said in disbelief. She was perplexed as to why this girl was trying so hard to convince herself that she liked it. Brittany stared back in the same disbelief. No one had ever called her out like this before. Brittany paused for awhile, contemplating what to say, before Santana spoke up.
"You can talk to me," Santana said. "About anything. I won't tell anyone. You can trust me."
And Brittany did. She trusted her. She wasn't sure why, since she just met this girl, but she did. She wasn't sure why she ditched her longtime friend tonight to ask this girl to get ice cream with her. She wasn't sure why she hadn't stopped thinking about her since she left her this afternoon. And she wasn't sure why she was about to tell her things she hadn't told any of her closest friends. But she was.
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Hey guys! If you wanna check out the song it's called Washing Line by Thommy Wilson. Type in youtube and after the / add this: watch?v=5qiE-05pnEo
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