Chapter One
I'll Try
A/N: Hey there! Thanks for giving this story a chance. Like said in the description box, Santana is seventeen and Brittany is eighteen, so there won't be anything sexual until Santana is eighteen, if there's anything at all. Thanks for giving this story a shot!
P.S. This story was inspired by Bad Romance by NayaFan- make sure to go check out their story as well!
Please R&R :)
"They're gonna be here any moment, Rach."
"I know."
"So you need to come down here." Quinn yelled from her and Rachel's living room, where their eighteen-year-old daughter, Brittany sat. She filed her nails in silence, anxiously watching the door for her new siblings to arrive.
Brittany didn't want to have two new sisters. She didn't want to go to the social workers office where she would meet the sisters that would soon become her own. If she allowed it. One of the girls, Samantha or something, wasn't even there because she had an exam to take and all the other times, Brittany was recording.
The kid she met, the little sister of the duo, seemed nice enough, and she was very estatic to meet her and her parents. She just didn't understand why her mom's needed not one, but two other kids- wasn't she enough for them?
"Sweetie," Quinn said from bottom of the stairs. Brittany hadn't even realized that her mom had moved from beside her, she was so lost in her thoughts. "Yes?" Brittany answered.
"I'm gonna go get mom, she's just a little nervous," Quinn smiled. "If they come to the door, you can answer it." Quinn smiled before jumping up the stairs, two at a time, going to get her anxious wife.
Brittany sighed. She knew that her parents meant well, and that they just wanted another kid to take care of. But why did they have to adopt the teenager too?
She shook her head. They were siblings. Of course they needed to stick together. She knew that the girls had a troubled past. She needed to be more accepting.
She heard the knock at the door and instantly froze before setting her nail file down on the coffee table, standing up and straightening her t-shirt. Just then, Quinn shuffled down the stairs, Rachel close on her heels. Brittany smiled as she saw her mother nervously chewing on her nails. "Just a second!" Quinn covered.
Quinn turned around and clasped Rachel's shoulders gently before pulling her in for a chaste kiss. Both Rachel and Quinn knew how much Brittany hated it when they kissed after she had walked in on them one day after being at the studio. Brittany still shivers everytime she thinks about it. And trust her, she really, really tries not to.
"You're got this, okay?" Brittany heard her biological mom say before she turned around and braced herself, opening the door.
"Hi Quinn and Rachel!" Bree, if Brittany remembers correctly, jumps up into Quinn's arms. Brittany smiles. She remembers how friendly Bree is and can't help but laugh at the enthusiasm as the nine-year-old screams "And Brittany's here too!"
The small girl wraps her arms around Brittany's legs, and Brittany wraps her arms around her. "Hey, Bree. How are you?" Bree giggles and smiles, "I'm good that I'm here now." Brittany can't help but grin at the girl. She looks up to see the other sibling and she swears she stops breathing.
Staring back at her are dark eyes that remind her of a night sky on a stormy night. Her long, raven hair falls around her shoulders, framing her round face and high cheekbones. She can't stop staring at her lips, full and coated lightly with pink lipgloss. Brittany could've sworn her jaw would have dropped if Bree hadn't jumped up into her arms fully.
"Santana, why don't you come on in?" Quinn smiles and Santana looks at Quinn after sporting a freaked out look on her face. Santana wordlessly stepped into the house, only carrying a torn back pack and Rachel's small duffel bag, which is pretty well worn as well. Brittany lets Bree out of her arms and pats the little girl's head. How would it be possible to hate this little girl?
"Welcome to your new home, girls," Rachel says, smiling brightly before shorting Brittany an exasperated glance, saying "don't be rude, introduce yourself."
Brittany sighs and looks to Santana, forcing a smile to her lips. "Hi, I'm Brittany." Santana nods a little bit, mumbling Santana before Quinn clears her throat. "Why don't we show you two to your rooms?"
Santana can't help but groan as her bedroom door shuts. Rachel and Quinn are really nice; but she just feels like they're already pretty overbearing. She considers getting up and going to check on Bree, but then realizes that Rachel or Quinn would probably be in her room right now, so she lays back on her bed, studying the room.
The walls are pretty bland; just a painting of the ocean hung on the wall infront of her, under it an oak desk with a laptop, two notebooks, and a few pens in a holder. She wonders if the laptop is for her or if they just left it in here on accident. She doesn't want to ask for too much from these people; she's too afraid if she wants anything, they'll send her back for being a beat- not accepting what she already has is too much.
Santana sighs and flops onto the bed, shaking her head and covering her face, groaning again. She needs to stop thinking like this.
She also finds it pretty weird, the way that that Brittany girl was staring at he earlier. Like she was some unknown creature. It made her pretty uncomfortable.
"How's the songwriting going?" Quinn's says as she enters Brittany's room, knocking but don't waiting for a response. "Why do you do that?" Brittany question, crossing her legs over one another and leaning forward, pushing her laptop off her legs after closing it.
"Do what?"
"Not wait for a response when you knock. You know, that's the whole point of knocking. To be let in. I could've been masturbating or something."
Quinn makes a face. Although she was only 38, her and Rachel deciding to settle down pretty early, she still remembered being a teenager. "Gross. Still, answer the question."
Brittany sighs loudly, shaking her head as she grabs a pillow and shoves it her face. "Not good. I know Blaine is counting on me for another hit, but I honestly just can't right now."
"I mean, I suppse you can write a song about your two new sisters moving in with you," Quinn jokes. "Although it might not be a hit."
Brittany just shakes her head again, and Quinn loops her arms around the pillow, pulling it to her own chest and away from Brittany, sighing softly before laying the pillow on her lap.
"You know that we still love you, right? We don't want you to think that we got tired of you or something." Quinn spoke softly as she played with the curled edges of Brittany's hair, her daughter holding back a frown.
"I don't- i just- I mean, why didn't you have another kid biologically or something?" Quinn stifled a laugh, setting her hand down and sighing, getting a faraway look in her eyes. "You know me and mom settled down young. I had you when I was twenty, and Rachel was just turning twenty one when you were born. It's been eighteen years, sweetie, we just wanted that feeling of having a little kid to take care of again."
"Well, Bree is pretty young. But Santana isn't exactly little," Brittany smiled. Quinn let out the laugh she had been holding in. "Well, Bree caught our eye, and Santana was a part of the deal. We don't mind. If gives you someone to talk to now, right?" Brittany forced a smile and nodded. She wasn't very sure Santana would want to talk to her anytime soon.
Brittany sighed as her phone beeped, and she reasisted the urge to check it, laying it flat on her dresser that was perched beside her bed. "Speaking of socializing, why don't you go talk to Santana? I'm sure she'd like the company."
Brittany arched her eyebrow, nodding a little bit as she got up and breathed in deep. This could be a good thing; instead of having to fake it for the cameras, she could maybe have a real friendship, other than the ones she had with Sugar and Kurt, her longtime best friends since kindergarten.
"Be friendly," Quinn called as Brittany left the room. She walked down the too-long hallway and felt a little guilty. Her parents had this big, nice home that they worked so hard for, but ever since Brittany was a kid, there were always three empty rooms. She was glad that her parents finally had two other kids to fill up those rooms with. Of course, though, the room in the basement is being renovated as they speak as a playroom for Bree, but she couldn't argue.
Santana jumped when she heard someone knock at the door. She closed the drawer she had stuffed her only clothes in, a few sweaters and a few pairs of pants. She hopped over to the door, opening it and staring down at her feet. "I'm still fine," she said.
"Well, that's a way to answer the door."
Santana snapped her head up when her comment was met with a voice that wasn't Quinn's or Rachel's. "I'm Brittany."
"I know."
The girls stood by the door for a few seconds, awkwardly trying not to make eye contact. Suddenly, after a few more moments of awkwardness, Brittany cleared her throat. "Well, I wanted to welcome you," Brittany said. Santana mumbled a thanks and just stood there again, waiting for Brittany to realize that she wasn't going to say anything more. "Well, I'll be in my room until dinner if you wanna talk." Brittany smiled and backed out if the room, rolling her eyes. At least Santana could make an effort.
An hour later, Santana jumped once again when she heard a knock at her door. She had asked Quinn if the laptop was hers and Quinn looked at her ridiculously. Santana couldn't help but smile when the blonde said "of course". She rolled the computer chair back and closed the laptop, she was looking at her new school's official website. "Dinner's ready, honey," Quinn smiled kindly at the girl and Santana nodded, getting up and following Quinn down the stairs.
They all sat around the big dining room table, and Santana whispered her thank yous as Rachel set the food on the table. Pasta and chicken. Santana sighed, knowing she hated the way chicken tasted in her mouth. She was never sure if it was supposed to be dry and rubbery, but she never complained when the people at the foster made her dinner. Santana had learnt that the hard way.
She was about to reach for the knife but she froze, some not so good memories flashing back to her. She cleared her throat and reached for the fork instead, awkwardly cutting into the chicken and picking up a piece, biting into it. She nearly gasped. It was good. It wasn't dry, it was cooked just right and tasted different from anything she'd ever tasted.
Brittany was eyeing Santana weirdly, and Rachel wore an amused expression as she turned to Bree, who exclaimed "This is so good!". Rachel smiled and laughed at the girls enthusiasm. "Thank you, Bree."
Rachel turned back to Santana, digging in herself. "So, Santana, did you know that you'll be going to the same Highschool as Brittany?"
"Uhm, no, actually, I didn't." Santana forced a smile, "That's great." Quinn nodded. "Very. You'll start on Monday, so that gives you two days to prepare. We'll buy you whatever you want, maybe even go shopping tomorrow?"
Santana was about to protest, to say she was fine, but she remembered what she had promised Bree the night before they came to the Fabray household. I'll Try.
"I'd like that," Santana nodded again, going back to her food. Quinn and Rachel exchanged estatic grins. The social worker had said that Santana would be very distant, might not even speak to them, but so far the girl had seemed open enough. "Maybe Brittany could come along, too?" Rachel suggested, smiling at her eldest daughter, but sneaking her look too. Brittany rolled her eyes. "Sure," she said, looking back down. Santana looked over to Brittany, wondering already if she didn't like her.
Something made Santana nervous about being in the same room as Brittany. She shook her head at the thought; quickly wiping the the thought from her mind. She just felt weird around her because of the awkward phenomenon in Santana's room.
The rest of the meal was mostly silent, at least to Brittany, who was standing Santana intently. Bree, Rachel and Quinn had been talking the entire time, but Brittany just watched Santana. Subtly, just glancing at her every once in awhile. She couldn't help it. It was weird for her too, it was just that Santana had this aura about her. It was, again, odd to her. She was thinking about songwriting before she looked up again. What was she gonna tell Blaine when she saw him on Sunday- that she had nothing?
Santana looked up at just the right moment, catching Brittany's eye. Her chest tightened as she realized Brittany had bene been watching her. All she managed to do was quirk her lips up in a half smile, brushing her hair behind her hair self-consciously, yet making her look beautiful in the process as the rest of her hair hair fell over her right shoulder, the one away from Brittany.
Brittany sighed and smiled back, quickly looking down as soon as Santana did too. Maybe that songwriting thing wasn't so hopeless after-school she had just been waiting for the right subject to come along.
A/N: Woah, you made it this far! Thanks for reading- this was just a very small introduction chapter, and you'll be leaning more about Brittany and The "Fabray's" in the next chapter. I don't won't to spoil Santana's past eight Bree just yet. ;)
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