I wake up some time later and look over at my cat-shaped alarm clock.
12:32
I'm hungry.
I get out of bed and softly walk downstairs. I hear the tv in the living room, so I just slip in to the kitchen. I grab some bread, butter and cheese and make myself a sandwich.
I think for a second and then make another one with jelly. I walk to the livingroom and stand still in the doorway while eating my cheese sandwich.
Santana is looking at the screen uninterested, while occassionally checking her phone and typing a message. She zaps trough the channels.
Cooking show
Talkshow
Dr. Phil
Cooking show
I used to be fat
Cooking show
I never got why there are even cooking shows on television. Is there anyone who cooks in front of the tv?
She stops zapping as her phone buzzes on the table. 'The fresh prince of Bel-Air' just started.
"Who is it?" I ask, and she looks up surprised.
"Britt? How long have you been standing there?"
"Uh .. A while .."
I look at the sandwich in my hand and lick some jelly of my finger. Santana chuckles "Well, why don't you come in? I mean, it's your house"
I smile. It feels so normal having Santana over. A thought flashes trough my head that I wouldn't mind living together with her at all.
I quickly shake off the thought and sit down next to her.
I take a bite of my jelly sandwich and look at the screen. "What you watching?" I ask to break the silence.
"Nothin' much .."
Her phone buzzes again. She doesn't take it.
"San, you've got a text" I say, quite unnescessary.
"Myeah, I know" she mumbles, and she laughs at Will Smith on the tv screen. "I miss this show so much" she chuckles.
"Santana?"
"Yeah?" she turns her head to face me and smiles.
"Are you gonna tell me what you meant earlier?"
She frowns and looks back at the screen "No, no I don't think I will"
"Oh .. Okay"
We watch tv in silence, with Santana occasionally laughing and me just smiling at her.
Commercial comes on, and I take the last bite of my sandwich.
"You won't even give me a hint..?"
Santana sighs and smiles. "Britt .. It's not important, just forget it."
"But now you made me curious it's not faaair ..." I whine, but I actually just really want to know what she said.
Could she know?
"Okay it has something to do with you"
Seriously ..
"Well yah .. I figured that out already" I chuckle and she hints a smile at me.
"And me, and .. well, things .."
"Things?"
"Yeah .. like, stuff .. you know?"
"Umm .. No, I don't really know, no .."
"There are things that .. Umm, have came up before .. and .. Pff, Brittany, I don't really know what you're expecting me to say right now"
"I'm not expecting anything 'cause I don't know what you're trying to say" I say simply.
"I just .."
"Yeees ...?" I smile at her.
That smile disappears pretty quickly.
"I know you're in love with me, Britt"