A/N: I know some people don't mind the faberry and others seem to not be a big fan so I figured it was a good time to let you know that this story really won't deal with faberry very much at all. A few lines here and there but in no way is there any sort of developing relationship starting there. To be entirely frank I'm not really a faberry fan myself.
Chapter 7
"You've got it so bad Santana." Quinn said as we laid sprawled out on the couch.
"Don't I know it but we're just friends and that's cool, from what I know she's pretty awesome and I still barely know her."
It was at that moment that my phone rang causing me to get up and answer it. "Hello… This is she," I flipped through my calendar, "yes, I'm available…sounds perfect, see you then."
"Job?" Quinn asked when I sat back down.
"Yep, in New York some fashion shoot."
Quinn gave me an odd look. "Since when do you like doing fashion shoots?"
"Since its for Marc Jacobs."
"I think I like fashion shoots now too, I'm a size 5 keep that in mind if they give you some free merch."
I shook my head and laughed. "Keep dreaming."
"Plus you know I love New York."
"You love the play you get in New York."
I couldn't help but laugh. "So true."
Brittany's POV
Was it bad of me to think about Santana so much? I was beginning to feel like I was starting to show stalker symptoms. In my defense though I wasn't expecting this gorgeous girl to show up at my apartment that night, one with piercing eyes and a smile that was brighter than Times Square. Then we just kept running into each other, I'm not one to believe in fate but my pessimism about it was starting to vanish.
I looked over the pile of clothes that was hanging out of my laundry hamper and decided that I definitely need to do laundry even though I wasn't really in the mood for it. After another hour of dragging my feet I packed up my laundry and headed out to the Laundromat, mostly I hoped Santana would be there to keep me company again. When I got there I was sadly disappointed so I put my clothes in the wash and then sat in my normal seat in the back.
She never showed, and I must admit that I was a little more than disappointed. I thought about calling her but I didn't want that to be really creepy. I figured I'd go for a run in the morning, and maybe stop by her place, maybe she'd be out walking Gus.
That was a week ago, and I now found myself sitting back at the Laundromat. As much as we had hung out Santana Lopez was still a big mystery to me, and she seemed to know the lady who owned this place pretty well, I had two hours to spare so maybe I could figure something out. It might seem a little pathetic but she'd never not answered my calls, and what's worse is that I was never like this, especially with women. I've done my fair share of dating but I've never been the one to really pursue anything.
I left my book open on the back table and moved my way to the front, there was practically no one else in the place tonight and I decided to take the opportunity to find out a little friendly, non stalkerish, information about Santana. I really should have been a private investigator.
"Hi Brittany, how are you?"
"I'm good and you?"
She smiled at me and nodded. "I'm very well, thank you."
"I was wondering if you've seen Santana Lopez around, last I heard she hadn't gotten her washer fixed."
Smiling she shook her head. "I'm afraid not dear, but Santana hasn't been known to stay around in one place for too long, though I wish she would."
"What do you mean?"
"Now, I haven't spoken to Santana about it and she seemed to like you but Santana is a little bit of a, oh what do you kids call it these days, playing around?"
I nodded. "A player?"
"Mhmm, yes that's it, she travels a lot with business so I guess it's hard for her to settle down." My heart fell into my stomach but I kept up a good face and continued to talk with Rosa until my laundry was done, just not about Santana.
The next night I met up with Rachel for dinner at a little restaurant down the street from my apartment. "Sorry I'm late Rach, I got held up at work."
"It's alright, so how are things going we haven't talked enough much lately. You haven't been over doing it at work again have you?"
I laughed and proceeded to tell her about my week and everything I found out about Santana. Rachel was always worried that I worked too hard.
"I don't know Britt, maybe she just comes off that way, I mean how much could that lady know about her anyways."
I guess she may have been right but I still went home a little upset, I was really starting to like her. I had been since the night she had come over to pick up her mail, speaking of which she had a growing pile of it sitting on my table, if anything that was my way in and I planned on using it. I may have grown up a lot since high school but I still knew how to play the game. If Santana really was a player I was about to be the MVP.
