Falling In Love Over Again

Chapter 9

Trouty Mouth

Summary: Santana moves in a new university. Which means new class, new friends, new demonic teachers and of course, new roommate. In thousands of universities and millions of roommates in the country will Santana find her new roommate the one?

A/N: Wassup? I promised a happier chapter so…here it is! Thanks for all the reviews, alerts and favorites guys! Sorry for the long wait! I had exams all over the place! But…I'm giving this really long chapter for you guys!

Also, to everyone asking if Brittany will remember Santana, you'll see soon enough! Enjoy..


Santana woke up from the faint rustling of keys coming from the other side of the room. She didn't have a decent sleep last night from all the things she had to worry about. She opened her eyes glimpsed on her side and looked at the alarm clock. 6 Am. Still early. Santana closed her eyes again to allow herself to drift again to sleep. The faint rustling developed into a louder one. Santana grabbed her pillow and covered her face with it. All she wanted was to rest more because hell, she was stressed. The rustled continued and grew louder. Santana groaned, because no matter how much she would try, sleep wasn't coming in any sooner. She sat up from her bed, rubbed her eyes and scanned the room with blurry vision. She spotted Brittany on the other side of the room, looking troubled. Brittany was searching in her drawer, her hands fumbling around it. You can spot keychains, coins, hairbrushes on the floor around the blonde as she continued to shuffle around her drawer, looking for something.

"Watcha looking for?" Santana finally asked, her eyebrows burrowed as she looked at her roommate, wondering what she's looking for.

Brittany turned around to face Santana, she was surprised to see her awake already, because the last time she checked at her earlier, Santana was asleep as a baby. "Oh," she looked at her with an apologetic look on her face "Did I wake you up? I'm sorry! I was just…looking for something." Good. She's acting like nothing happened last night.

Santana's stomach crumbled, guess she was hungry already. She stood up from her bed and checked the refrigerator for food. No luck. The ref was empty as the Latina's stomach. "Looking for what, exactly?" She finally asked as she checked every corner of the refrigerator for any kind of food that might have been hidden.

"Just Car Keys." Brittany answered. She was now searching under her bed for her keys.

"Car keys?" Santana asked, confused. She scanned the blonde for any clues where she might be going if she needed to go somewhere that she needed a car for. Brittany was wearing a purple sweat jacket and black track pants. Her hair was huddled in a ponytail. Dancing. Santana thought. But, what did she need a car for? Usually, Brittany just walks or jogs, since the dance studio was just like a few blocks away.

The blonde nodded "Yup. I need it for practice today. We're practicing outside the University today, and…that's miles away from here."

"You know, you've been practicing for weeks now…and you never really told me what you guys have been practicing for." Santana asks, realizing it just now. She was now sitting back on her bed, she gave up on looking for food when obviously nothing would appear out of the blue.

"Practicing for the Inter-State Dancing Competition next Saturday." Brittany says nonchalantly, like it was no big deal. Even though every person in America knows that the Interstate Dancing Competition is a really big deal. Hell, it was a huge deal.

The Latina's eyes widen, obviously stunned "The Interstate Dancing Competition? Wow!" She always knew Brittany was a great dancer. Even though Santana seen her dance like, twice. "So, you guys are representing Louis Hampton?"

Brittany sat on the floor searching the keychains and a bunch of keys that laid on the floor "Uh…actually we're representing New York."

This time, Santana just looked at Brittany her jaw dropped, thinking, Wow. "That's awesome!" The blonde just shrugged like it was no big deal but she gave Santana a small smile before returning to her search. "So…do you need any help finding your keys?"

Brittany shook her head "It's okay, I already woke you up, San. By now I've already done you enough trouble." The blonde faced Santana and bit her lip "I really am sorry for waking you up, San. It's just…I can't find those stupid keys."

Keys. Keys. Santana racked her mind for any kind of keys she might have seen. Yesterday. She saw one near the bathroom sink. They were not my keys, so I hid it inside the medicine cabinet

"The cabinet!" Santana suddenly shouted, which made Brittany jump up.

"What?" the blonde asked, confused as to Santana's abrupt statement

Santana brushed past a confused Brittany and hurried to the bathroom. She immediately found the medicine cabinet and opened it. When she did, sure enough the keys were there, between the headache pills and painkillers. Santana grabbed it, went out the bathroom and approached the blonde, who was standing outside the bathroom, wondering what Santana was talking about when she shouted "The cabinet!"

The Latina held the keys in her hand and threw it at Brittany, who caught it in the last second. "Here's your key. Take it or leave it, and seal it with a kiss." Brittany jerked her head up at the last sentence. She has heard that phrase once before.

"Brittany!" Santana huddled up to the blonde, who was busy looking at the pretty dresses that lain in the store in front of her.

"What is it?" Brittany turned to face Santana, who was giggling with excitement. Santana opened out her hand that revealed a green-winged butterfly. Santana picked up the butterfly with her fingers and showed it to Brittany. Brittany's was smiling really hard that her cheeks must hurt.

"Look what I found." Santana said, her eyes concentrated on the butterfly she was holding and examining it's every move. "It's beautiful isn't it?"

Brittany nodded "It's awesome, Tanie. Where'd you get it?"

The Latina shrugged "It was on my shoulder. I noticed it and I carefully caught it. Easy stuff." Then she took Brittany's left hand and opened it. Santana carefully placed the butterfly on Brittany's unlock hand. Amazingly, the butterfly didn't fly. Like, it wanted where it was. "You can have it. Take it or leave it, and seal with a kiss." She said with a grin set on her face.

"Really?" The blonde asked, like she couldn't believe it.

Santana nodded with a genuine smile "Of course, Britt. I caught it for you." She pointed to the butterfly on Brittany's hand "Look, it likes you."

Then without hesitation, Brittany hugged Santana, causing the butterfly to get disturbed and fly away. But both of them didn't care, all they knew was they were gonna be best friends forever. "That's really sweet, Tanie." She said as she let Santana go after the bone-crushing hug. She looked at Santana straight in the eye and added, "You're really sweet."

Santana smiled "For you, Britt. For you." And like they both knew it, they held out their pinkies and linked it. They continued walking along to what seemed like an endless road, still searching for their parents.

"What does that phrase mean you said earlier, the one after you gave the butterfly to me." Brittany asked Santana remembering it and her head tilted like she was releasing water from her ears "That one with the kiss or something."

"Take it or leave it, and seal it with a kiss?" Santana assured. She was surprised to hear that Brittany noticed. Usually, when she said it to her parents or friends they would just ignore it.

Brittany nodded, curiosity taking over her. "Yeah, what does that mean? Does that mean I should like kiss the butterfly or something?"

Santana chuckled "No, you shouldn't take it literally. It's a metaphor." Brittany's expression was between confused and surprised. Santana knew a lot of stuff for someone her age. It was one of the things Santana's dad always taught her. That you must be better than everyone or else you'd be nothing.

"A meta—what?"

"A metaphor." Santana finished "It's a figure of speech in which a name or descriptive term is transferred to some object different from, but analogous to, but to which it is properly applicable. An instance of this, a metaphorical expression." She explained like it was the easiest thing in the world.

Brittany had her jaw dropped, how the hell did Santana know all of this when it's gonna be like, tackled in 5th grade. "You're really smart, Tanie. Your parents must be very proud."

Santana looked at the ground sadly "I bet they do." She said with a hint of sarcasm. "Anyway," she continued, trying to avoid the conversation that it was heading "You asked about the expression, right?"

"Oh, yeah!" Brittany replied, remembering

"Well.." The Latina started "It kinda means like sealing it and taking it with your heart. Or, it could also mean 'You can have it'."

"Did you make that up?"

"Yeah. How d'ya know?"

Brittany just smiled "I just..know. It sounds very, Tanie-esque." Then both of them laughed

"You found it!" The blonde jumped up and down. As her mind raced on why Santana knew that phrase or metaphor or whatever you call it. But, she just assumed that maybe the 'seal with a kiss' thing became famous or something. But Brittany knew, at the back of her mind, that somehow, Santana was someone she knew before. She hugged Santana tightly "Thank you so much!" Then, she kissed The Latina on the cheek before grabbing her shoulder bag and phone. Brittany hurried out the room but stopped at the door and turned towards Santana, "See ya later!" She said as she waved goodbye. And with that, the blonde left outside.

Santana was left alone in the dorm but her cheeks were still red from the unexpected kiss. She couldn't help but smile like an idiot. Because, that little gesture just made her day. Santana was still hungry as a wolf but she didn't wanna go out right now when all the stores are still closed. So, she just sat there, wishing there was someone who'd bring her food. Santana knew how to cook, but inside they're room, the only ingredients you'll find is sugar. Usually, the girls' would just eat out or something.

Then, suddenly, out of nowhere, there was a knock on the door.

Santana groaned and reluctantly got up from the bed, wondering who could be visiting at this time of day. Must be Kurt, she thought. But when she opened the door, it wasn't.

It was a pizza delivery guy.

"Uhh..what are you doing here? I didn't order pizza. Unless, you're giving it for free, then yes, that's mine." Santana says, wearing her evil smirk. But this wasn't the first time wrong delivery orders got sent to their room.

A few weeks back…

"Why does Bella need to choose between a sparkly pale vampire and a hot werewolf? It's totally obvious already! Jacob is like, way way hotter." Santana compains.

They were now both on the floor, watching a movie in their tv in the room and sharing a popcorn. It was 11pm on a Friday night, which is like, Rent a Movie night. And this Friday, they decided to rent Breaking Dawn Part 1. Strictly speaking, Brittany was the one who decided it. Even though Santana hates Twilight, she had no choice, Brittany loved it.

"Because," Brittany reasons out, taking a handful of popcorn from the bowl which Santana was holding "They both make her feel amazing in different ways. She needs to find true love."

"Do you really believe in that true love crap, Britt?"

Brittany nods, her eyes fixed on the screen "Yes I do, Why? You don't?"

Santana scoffs "True love doesn't exist, B. It's just a myth that romantic movies want us to believe. The sooner you know the truth, the better." She says, it was something her dad taught her. And she kept believing that until now. But somehow, everyday, that belief started to fade.

Brittany remained silent. Santana looked at her, wondering what she might be thinking. Brittany's brows furrowed, meaning she's thinking hard. Like, really hard.

"I think you're wrong." She finally says, her expression serious.

Santana kept staring at her. Brittany was that kind of person where you never know what she's thinking about. So she sat there, confused as to why her roommate was getting all serious about this.

Before Santana could ask her, there was a knock on the door. Both girls looked at each other, wondering who could it be.

"Must be the shower repair guy." Brittany guesses, her voice a little shaky. It was weird for someone to visit at this late at night. "Or is it like one of those scary movies where the murderer is trying to kill us." She was really scared now.

"That's crazy,B." Santana says. She may seem tough outside, but inside, Santana was just like every other girl. "That only happens in scary movies. This is real life, I think."

"What if we are in a scary movie right now?" Brittany says, her voice in a whisper.

There was another loud knock, which made the girls jump.

"It's now, okay? It's not a murderer! M-maybe it's Rachel or something." Santana says, standing up. She approached the door slowly, scared that it might barge in. She clutched the doorknob, ready to open it any second.

Santana twisted the knob, but before she could open the door fully, Brittany stopped her.

"Wait." She says, approaching Santana "What if the killer stabs you?"

"I'll stab him back. Now, are you helping me or not?" she says impatiently. The suspense was killing her already.

The blonde got behind Santana and clung to her arm "Go."

Santana took a deep breath. It was now or never. She twisted the knob and opened the door.

"Reed's Pizza Delivery!"

Despite full of relief, Santana was surprised. Pizza?

A teenage boy stood on the door, holding a big box of pizza. "Pizza Delivery!"

Santana nudged Brittany and whispered "Did you order?"

She shook her head, still clutching on Santana's arm "Must be wrong delivery."

"Is any of you named Sugar Motta?" the guy asked

Santana smiled deviously, perfect opportunity for free food. "Yes, actually that's me." She extended her hand and grabbed the pizza, but Brittany stopped her "No…that's not ours." She grabbed the pizza from Santana and handed it back to the delivery guy. "Sugar Motta's in the room across the hall." The guy nodded, smiled at them and walked down the hall.

Santana closed the door and looked at Brittany incredulously "What the hell? That could have been free pizza!"

Brittany sat back down on the floor, patted the space beside her, offering Santana to take a seat. Which she did.

"If you want pizza, we'll order pizza. Just don't take other's." Brittany says, calmly. She might not be book smart but when it comes to life smarts, Brittany aced it.

What Santana wants, Santana gets. But when it came to Brittany's wants, she folds.

"You know what my fave breakfast is?" Santana abruptly asks. The movie was still playing infront of them, but they didn't care one bit. When they were alone together, it was just them. And everything else didn't matter anymore.

"Uh…Pizza?"

The Latina nods "Yeah. When I was a kid, I would order it from this local pizza shop at town when dad wasn't home." She gives a soft smile, remembering the memory "I always loved the exciting flavors in one bite. Pepperoni's and olives, mushroom and deep chili Mexican sauce are always on top."

It was rare for Santana to open up to people, and Brittany knew that. She knew about everything about Santana now. She'd seen her soft side and her dark side. She knew how Santana was to other people, and seeing her as the only one Santana really treats nicely. Brittany knew she was special to her.

Brittany smiles "Really?"

"Miss? Hello?" the guy infront of Santana asks, waving his hands infront of her face, pulling her back to Earth.

"Uhh…Yeah?" she answers, absentmindedly. Shit, I blacked out again

"Are you Santana Lopez?"

She nods.

The delivery guy hands in the pizza he was holding "This one's for you."

Santana raised her eyebrows, slightly confused "Look, Sugar Motta's room is right down the hall."

The guy chuckles a little "No,no,no. This delivery is specifically addressed to you, Santana."

Now, she got even more confused "I didn't order pizza."

"You didn't, but someone else did." The guy says, he handed the box again to Santana, which she took doubtfully "From who?"

The delivery guy shrugs "Look, miss. I'm just a delivery guy, okay?" he smiles at her and walked down the hall

Santana closed the door, wondering who would send her a pizza. But, when she saw a Post-Its on top of the box of the pizza, she had a hint. She removed the note and read it:

Thought you'd like this! :3

xoxoxoxxxoxoxoxooxoxoxoxoxo

Anonymously written. Santana thinks. But, even a 5-year old could guess this. The cat face, the too many hugs and kisses. Brittany.

She smiles to herself. Brittany might have seen her checking out the room for food.

She opens the box and obviously, the pizza was there. The pizza's toppings were pepperoni's, olives, mushrooms and deep chili Mexican sauce. Santana's favorite.

She grins, sometimes, Brittany could be surprising.

Santana's POV

I decided to take a jog today. It's still early anyways. Besides, I need to exercise to burn the pizza I just ate.

I dress up on my exercise clothes, tied my hair, took my iPod and went out on the cold Sunday morning.

I jog around the university, and today I decided to take my unusual route, feeling a little adventurous today.

While I was jogging, with the earphones playing full blast in my ear, everything to just black out around me. This was one thing I liked about jogging, it makes me think about things.

Suddenly, in my peripheral vision, I saw someone catching up to me. Thinking it was just another stalker, I ignore it.

Then, someone tapped my shoulder. Shocked, I quickly turned around.

"What the hell?" I snapped at the person, The fog making it hard for me to see who it was.

"Santana, right?" the person asks. Voice sounds familiar. When the figure came closer, guess who I saw. Sam.

I quickly remove my earphones and asks "What?" ,pretending I didn't hear anything.

"You're Santana, right?" he repeats, brushing his long bangs away from his eyes.

I nod weakly.

Why is he talking to me? Since I got here, the only time we talked was at that party. And whenever he was around the room, talking to Brittany, I would excuse myself and pretended I needed to do something. I don't like him much.

"Cool," he says "Wanna catch up?"

"Uh, no." I say, my face in disgust. Talking to Sam was the last thing I wanted to do. Great. This jog was the only thing that can take my head off things and big mouth just had to disturb. Might as well get rid of him.

"You know, Brittany talks about you a lot. Like, a lot." Sam says, trying to catch my attention. And it worked perfectly.

"Really?"

He nods "Yeah. She's like Santana this, Santana that." His hands gesturing.

Huh. Well I certainly didn't know that. Nevertheless, I still need to get rid of him. Because, the more I look at him, the more I want to punch his face. And I didn't even know why.

"Is that all you wanna say, Trouty?" I say, raising my chin. Bitch on.

"Anyway, where's Brittany?" he asks, looking behind me, seeing if she was there. When he didn't find her, he looked back at me "I came from your room and no one was there. I called her, but she's not answering. So…"

Wait. Brittany didn't tell him where she was heading? That's a little weird for people in a relationship. But, right now, I don't think they're really a couple. 'Cause whenever they were together, Brittany lacked her usual teethy smile and aura of happiness, unlike when we were together. I don't really know what's going on between those too.

"Look, Guppy Mouth," I say, bringing my best bitch face "I'm trying to enjoy my jog here, so maybe, you should move your ginormous of a mouth and remove your big-lipped presence, please? I don't want to catch your mouth disease or something."

Sam just stood there, his eyes narrowed at me. Uh-oh. Looks like I made the monster mouth angry.

"What is your problem with me anyway? Ever since we've met, you've given me nothing but crap!" he says, raising his voice a little. He is angry. This is so good. And I just stood there, smiling deviously. Which I think, made him angrier. Ha. Like I'm scared. "When we pass the hallway, you'll purposely hit my shoulder, whenever I say something in class, you'll contradict and embarrass me, and a lot more, Santana. So my question is, Why the fuck?"

I chuckle at him, teasingly "I do that to everyone, Fish-Face."

You can see Sam is really angry now. He had his fist clenched and fire were coming out of his nose. Guess he doesn't like mouth jokes. This is gonna be so much fun.

"Calm down, Grouper Mouth." I say, maintaining an edgy tone "And also, don't shout too much, it's making your mouth larger and I can see your tonsils now. Which is like, ew." It's one of the things I learned in the world. Insult. And the greatest insult? Body parts. Especially the one they can't change. That's the best part.

"Why do you hate me?" He asks, calming down a bit. Now that he asks it, I don't really know. I never like him ever since. Ever since I found out he was Brittany's boyf-. No. That's not it. Why would I even care if he was Brittany's boyfriend? I'm not jealous. Wait. Am I?

"Listen, Froggy Lips, it's a bit of a list…so it'll like, take me forever to enumerate it all." And I gave him a fake smile. He scoffs and stared at me for long.

"Okay, Santana," he says, nearing me "I don't know what you're problem is, but you best bring it, Lopez." He gives me a devious smile and a quick wink.

Hold up. That should be my line!

"Wait, you're threatening me? Like, are you serious?" I laughed. But, he's still giving me a serious glare "Oh my god, am I getting Punk'd? Because this is so funny. You? You threaten me?" I laughed harder. God, I am such a bitch.

He gives me one last glare, turns away and leaves. I watched him and he was stomping. He looked like freakin' 5-year old.

I won. It's on, Evans. It's on.

I put my earphones back to my ear and continued my jog, feeling a little more satisfied. I almost toured the whole campus and people were starting to get out of their rooms. The cold morning breeze hitting my face, making me shiver a little bit. I take a quick break and sat on one of the benches. I grab my water and drank it, like I hadn't drank in years. I am so exhausted. I sit there for a little while, watching people on their daily activities. I check my watch, 7:00am.

My thoughts drift back to my encounter with Sam earlier. There was definitely going on with him. But, that's his problem. I'm a little worried of why I was such a bitch to him. I mean, I'm a bitch to everybody, but it felt more personal with Sam. More deeper. Like, I had a grudge on him or something. And that's weird, because, he didn't do anything to me. Yet, I felt so mad at him. I sigh, everything was so fucked up. Everyhting didn't make sense. Fuck feelings.

I take another deep bulge on my water until it's all empty. I go to a nearby fountain and fill it up. I check the phone in my pocket. 4 messages. All from Kurt.

Hey Santana! Wanna Hang out?
tomorrow Blaine and mwah will be back to L.A. so..maybe you can come with us to check out the sceneries and stuff and stuff. Okay?
Also, bring Brittany! (:

_KHum_mel

I sigh. At least, I had to do something today. When I look back on the water I was filling, it was already overflowing. I quickly took it away and shoved it back to my bag. I continued walking back to the room.

I take out my phone, and typed my reply.

Sure, Kurt.
Brittany can't come, though. She had dance practice. Anyway where do you wanna meet up?

By the time I reached my room, I search my pockets for keys. When I found it, I open the door, and Veronica was there.

Third Person POV

Santana stood there, surprised. Veronica was there on her bed, wearing very short shorts and a tank top that shows her full cleavage.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Santana asks, she removes her bag and carefully places it on the nearest table.

"Been a long time, Santana." Veronica says, sitting up from the bed. "And I heard your roommate was out, so we could have the whole place to ourselves, without disturbances." She gives a flirty wink "If you know what I mean."

Santana knew where this was going. Veronica was horny as fuck. But, Santana needed time for herself, she wanted to fucking know what the fuck is going on with her life. She needed to figure things out.

"Not really in the mood, Veronica." She says, opening the door and gesturing Veronica to leave

Veronica leaves the bed and approaches Santana "Oh, c'mon, Santana. I'll make you feel really good." Then she leans in and kisses her, she pushes Santana towards the door, not breaking the kiss. Using her free hand, Veronica closes the door shut. Santana didn't have the energy to resist. She was really exhausted. And Veronica's grip on her hip was really tight. The kiss deepened and both of them moaned in pleasure, allowing each other's tongue to linger. Santana couldn't help but compare, like, Brittany never did this or did that. She was gentle. And the complete opposite of what Veronica was doing right now. When Santana gathered her strength, she pushed Veronica away, which made her stumble a little bit.

"What the fuck?" Veronica shouts, completely surprised.

I need you to fucking leave, Veronica. Okay? Don't make me mad." Santana says, opening the door again.

Veronica grabs her purse from the bed and stomped her way to the door, and faced Santana.

"Your loss. You're not the only hot piece of action in this school." She says, her eyes narrowed. And with that, she leaves and closes the door with a bang.

Santana turned on the stereo. Music always calmed her down. She sat on her bed. It was always boring when Brittany's not around.

Then, the phone in her pocket vibrated and she picked it up. It was from Kurt.

Really? Brittany's not there? That's too bad. ):
Anyway, we'll be here at Times Square 8:00am! Don't be freakin' late, Lopez!

Santana place her phone on the nightstand. She checked her watch, 7:30am.

She had 30 minutes to get ready, which in her world, is not enough.


"This is awesome!" Blaine says. He was holding a pair of black leather shoes.

They were now in Jimmy Choo, Santana sat on the little chair beside the sneaker shelves, her feet were killing her so shopping was out if the question. Blaine and Kurt admired the little gay shoes they saw. If this was Kurt's idea of checking out the sceneries, Santana regretted that she came.

So she just sat there, watching everyone buy, and for some, steal shoes. While her eyes mindlessly wandered around the store, there was something that caught her attention. Santana stood up and approached it, hoping that it was what she was expecting. And when she got close, she confirmed it. It was the Leather Boots.

The same leather boots that Brittany wanted to buy a few weeks back. Santana made a mental note back then to consider buying it for her birthday or something. But, it's still gonna be in 5 months, and shoes this pretty get bought quickly.

Besides, Brittany has that dance competition, this will be a great gift if they won, which, Santana was sure they would. One little problem though, Santana checks the price tag, $2,700. Way too expensive. She ran her fingers around the boots' skin, feeling it's soft, but rocky texture. This could've been a great gift.

Wait a minute, didn't dad sent me money a day ago?

Santana quickly ran to Kurt and Blaine, who were now checking out sneakers.

"I'll be right back!" she says before running off, not even bothering to hear Kurt and Blaine's response.

She left Jimmy Choo and proceeded to the nearest ATM she could find. Which of course, didn't take her too long to find. Lucky enough, Santana was first in line.

She typed in her pin number and checked her savings account. $3,500. It must've stacked on because the last time she withdrawed money was a few months ago. Santana smiled to herself. The boots was now in her reach to buy. It was an option, of course, Santana didn't have to buy it. But this it Brittany we're talking about. The look on her face when she sees it would be priceless. What to do?

And you know what Santana did? She clicked several buttons on the machine, and after a few seconds, she was holding $2,700. This'll be worth it.

Money didn't matter to her. She's rich as hell. Having a renowned surgeon dad and a lawyer mom, that is.

Santana went back to Jimmy Choo and she was met by Kurt, who was carrying bags full of the stuff they bought.

"Just outside, Hummel." Santana replies, not really paying much attention to him. She was busy searching for a manager or something.

"Can you help me please?" Santana asks the manager when she finally found one. The manager was a tall man, about 26 years old and hair looks an awful lot like Kurt's.

"How can I help you, miss?" he says, wearing a toothy fake grin that workers usually wear.

"I'd like to buy that." Santana says, pointing to the boots that were placed on top of a shelf. The manager gives a requisite nod "I see." He approaches it, closely followed by Santana. He touches it, feeling it's texture. "Good choice, madam. But are you sure?" he says, raising his eyebrows at her

"Yes. Now are you giving it to me or not?" She says impatiently

The manager pointed another red high heels on the shelf "You know, madam, that heels there are—"

"I wants those boots, gay manager," Santana interrupts, getting really impatient "I wants them now." Patience was never Santana's virtue

"But are you really su—"

"Would I buy it if I wasn't sure?"

Santana gave her a death glare, and the manager quickly took the boots, his hands shaking. Santana could give a really scary glare.

"Yes, of course, if you'll follow me please." He says, avoiding eye contact. He gestured Santana to follow him to the counter.


It was already 8pm when Brittany and the other dancers finished practicing. The competition was rapidly approaching and they needed to hurry.

As one of the lead dancers and choreographers, Brittany hadn't had time to rest at all. She was tired as fuck. But she needed to go home. Her hair was messed up and a hot shower was what she needed.

Even though her legs were killing her, she still managed to stumble her way to her car.

When she opened the passenger's seat door, she was completely surprised when she found someone sitting on her car's drivers seat.

It was Sam.

"Hey, babe," He says, offering Brittany to sit beside him.

"Sam? What're you doing here?" Brittany asks, surprised to see him. Sam rarely picked her up on her practices. But, nevertheless, she was kinda glad. Because, if you're as tired as her right now, you wouldn't even make 1km. of driving.

She took a seat on the front and closed the door behind her "How long have you been waiting?"

Sam shrugs "An hour or so." He starts the car and started driving along the lamp-lit highway. "Why didn't you tell me where you were going?"

Brittany had her eyes closed, ready to fall asleep at any second. When she didn't answer, Sam spoke again "Look, I know that this is just a deal, but I still care about you, Brittany."

She scoffs "You don't give a flying fuck about me." Brittany never liked swearing, but sometimes, it just comes out of her.

"I can't believe you still think that up until now. After all I did for you." He says, clearly frustrated

"Well it's true. If you did care about me, you wouldn't made that stupid deal at all. All you care about is your reputation." She says, she had her eyes open now, looking out the window, seeing nothing but bright lights. Sleep wasn't coming in any sooner if Sam kept interrogating her.

Sam sighs "I know you don't like it, but maybe someday, you'll learn to love me too." He glanced at Brittany, but she kept her eyes fixed outside, her brows furrowed.

"Anyways," He continues when she didn't answer again. She was always like this when she was sleepy, quiet and subtle. "What is Santana's problem? She just hates me. Like, a lot and I didn't do a thing to her. You're her bestfriend, did she tell you anything?"

"Santana doesn't have a problem. You do." She says, nonchalantly.

"Oh, so you're defending her? Which side are you on?" he replies, like he couldn't believe it.

"Santana's."

"Is that so?" Sam looks at her incredulously "In that case, what's my problem then?"

Brittany stretched her hand out and turned on the radio, music was always something that calmed her down.

"All I know is that Santana is really nice," Brittany says, he looked at Sam "Unlike you."

Sam was really offended "When will you stop hating me, Britt?"

"Turn the deal off."

Sam breathe heavily. Brittany was always stubborn.

He leaned in and kissed her "I love you, Britt."

"Well, I hate you."


A day with Kurt and Blaine really would tire you out. With all the walking and gossiping and such.

So, Santana was now in her bed, a pen in hand and a notebook in her lap. One look at her and you'd think she was studying. But she's not. Santana's actually listing a bunch of words that synonymous to Trouty Mouth.

That Guppy Face challenged me, and it's on.

She heard footsteps outside. The door opened and a troubled-looking Brittany came in. She very un-Brittany-like.
Her hair was messed us, she was wearing a frown on her face and overall, Brittany looked horrible.

"What the hell happened to you? Did a dog chase you or something?"

Brittany slumped down on her bed, completely exhausted. "I'm so tired I wanna sleep in a giant cotton candy."

Santana chuckles, finally glad that Brittany was here. "Well, me too, Britt." Then she suddenly remembered something "Britt, I wanna go to your dance competition."

The blonde sat up from her bed, and looked at Santana, incredulously "Really?"

"Of course!"

"But I'm shy."

"What're shy about?" Santana ask, sometimes Brittany could be really surprising. Sometimes, she was super confident, and sometimes she was the complete opposite.

"That we suck." Brittany says, looking at the floor. Honestly, she was just shy at what Santana would think about their group. And her. Because, she knew how much of a critic Santana is.

Santana laughed loudly "C'mon, Britt! Are you fucking kidding me?"

Brittany pouted "It's true. We suck."

Santana calmed a little bit from all that laughing "I still want tickets, Britt. Because…" she pauses, thinking of something to convince her "It wouldn't be fair. You saw me perform, so why can't I see you?"

Brittany considered it for a little bit. Santana was right, it wouldn't be fair. Besides, she did reserve a ticket just for Santana.

"Okay." She says in defeat

Santana smiled "Awesome!"

Brittany gets up from her bed, and fumbled around her bag a little bit

"Here." She hands Santana one

"Thanks, B." Santana says, giving Brittany a smile "It's Saturday right?"

Brittany nods, playing with the hems of her shirt.

Brittany was still fuckin' nervous. Sure, she'd been in a lot of dance competitions before, but the Interstate Dancing Competition was a huge thing. She was assigned as one of the leaders that will lead California and a lot of pressure was put on her, and she just wasn't ready yet. What she needed was a friend. A friend that'll cheer her up. And there was Santana.

"You'll be great, B. Hell, you'll be awesome." Santana says, comforting her. She knew her bestfriend well, whenever she was fidgeting with the things around her, it means she's nervous. Brittany was nervous about this.

"Thanks, San. Means a lot."

The Latina smiles "For you, B. For you."

That night, they spent cuddled up on each other's arm throughout the cold New York Night.


Another chap done! WHOO! That was a long one haha.

Sorry for the mistakes, I wrote this at 4am.

Anyway, if some things are confusing you, feel free to ask me anytime. I'm sure I can answer you. (:

I have written chap 10 already, I'm just waiting for the right time to you know, post it.

Next Chapter will be titled : Realize

It will feature the competition! Yay!

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