Monday 13th November

Hey Soldier Pierce,

I have no idea why I agreed to this or well I do, it's because my best friend who is also in charge of this whole project forced me to. (Hate her for that.)

But well I thought I would give it a shot.

I am Santana Lopez, eighteen years old, born and raised in Lima Ohio, but I moved to NY with my just mentioned best friend, her boy toy and my mom after finishing high school.

I started my first semester at NYU half a year ago and work part time at some sort of karaoke restaurant trying to reach my dream.

I have no idea what to write and have no idea if you will be replying, but yeah if you like a I think it's called pen pal, my address is written on the back of the envelope.

Santana

''Santana!''

''If I just ignore her, she will think I am not here.'' Santana grumbles as she drops her head on the bar of the restaurant she works at.

''I can see you bitch.'' Quinn Fabray exclaims while hitting the back of her head. ''And I heard that!''

''Fuck Fabray.'' Santana yelps rubbing the back of her head. ''What the fuck do you want? I am on my break.''

''I just wanted to ask if you have written the soldier assigned to you.'' Quinn tells her as she leans against the bar beside her. ''And I know you are on your break, we work together, you idiot.''

''If I tell you that I did, will you leave me alone?''

''Nope.'' Quinn tells her with a chuckle. ''When did you?''

''A week or two ago, but no reply so I am sure he or she isn't interested.''

''They are on a mission S, it will take a while before a reply will come back.'' Quinn tells her with a small smile. ''What did you write?''

''None of your business.'' Santana tells her with a glare. ''Now can you please leave me alone so I can enjoy my break?''

''What the hell crawled up your ass and died Satan?'' Mercedes Jones her colleague and assigned project partner for most college classes ask as she walks over to them after singing a song with one of their other colleagues.

''Nothing.'' Santana grumbles dropping her head back on the bar.

Quinn turns to Mercedes and rolls her eyes. ''Dani.'' She tells her knowing that name will explain everything.

''What that bitch do now?'' Mercedes asks anger filling her voice.

''Can we not discuss my relationship at work?'' Santana asks, lifting her head to glare at them before Quinn can reply. ''I doesn't matter, go do your job and please just give me my last five minutes of my break to enjoy it!''

She huffs softly as they both walk off after nodding their heads with sheepish smiles and grabs her glass of coke taking the last sip, she takes her phone out of the pocket of her apron as it buzzes and unlocks it the second she sees a message from her mom and from Dani.

From Mami: Hola mi corazón, I am off to work and will probably come home late, but you received a letter from the army. Do I have to kick your ass?

She giggles and shakes her head quickly typing out a reply.

To Mami: Hola mami, no, no ass kicking needed. It's probably from my pen pal, from that project Q started up at the NYU. I am not about to leave you here to have all the fun without me Ma, don't work too much alright? See you tomorrow, te amo.

She exits the chat and sighs softly her thumb hovering over the message Dani has send her, she shakes her head slowly tapping it and reads it biting back a growl as she notices the demanding tone behind the message.

From Dani: Santana I know your mom is working, I expect you at my apartment after work. We will go on a date.

To Dani: Nope just like I said yesterday, we are done Dani. Go find yourself someone else you can order around.

She turns in her chair glancing around and whistles as she sees Quinn standing near the stage, she calls her over with a come hither motion and sighs as she walks over immediately. ''Q I am gonna call it quits for today, Dani's shift starts in a few and I don't want to see her face.''

Quinn nods her head and sighs. ''I will cover you if Gunther asks, I am glad you finally kicked her ass to the curb San.''

''Well more like she kicked mine to the curb, it was her damn apartment Q. I am just glad mami moved here with us.''

''You know your mami won't mind you living with her forever.'' Quinn tells her chuckling. ''The both of you might be mother and daughter but whenever someone watches the both of you interact, they will think you are livelong best friends.''

''We are.'' Santana tells her with a grin. ''She is the first person I tell everything, followed by you and Puck.'' She slides off of the bar stool she sat on and kisses her best friends cheek. ''Thank you for covering me babe, mami is at work till tomorrow morning so feel free to come over with your idiot.''

''Movie night?''

''Definitely, see you tonight Q.''

''Can I invite C?'' Quinn asks as Santana walks around the bar to grab her belongings.

Santana shoulders her purse and straightens up looking at Mercedes as she walks past them. ''Yo Aretha.''

''What do you want Satan?'' Mercedes fires back almost immediately with a teasing grin, they both laugh as Quinn rolls her eyes and Santana walks back around to them.

''Movie night at the house tonight?''

''Hell yeah count me in girls.'' Mercedes cheers with a grin. ''I'll bring the snacks.''

''Puck and I will bring drinks.'' Quinn adds, Santana nods her head and smiles.

''I'll order pizza, see you tonight girls.''

She walks out of the restaurant after hugging them and quickly lifts her hand to hail a cab, she sighs in relief as one stops in front of her almost immediately and slides in telling the driver the address to her house.

She leans back in the seat answering some random questions from the cab driver and pulls out her phone to show him that she isn't interested in small talk, she smiles as she sees another text from her mami and opens it.

From Mami: Oh thank god, I don't think I would follow your ass to the desert mija. I brought the letter up to your room, I am almost one hundred percent sure that you invited Q over for a movie and I know you don't like her noisy ass up in your business. I am sorry that I am working so much late at night at the moment, but I am off this weekend so mami daughter day this Saturday?

To Mami: Thank you and yes Q is coming over with Puck and Cedes will be over too and definitely yes to mami, daughter day. I miss those, we didn't have the time to do on here in New York yet, just search for a movie you want to watch and I will make an appointment for some pampering beforehand. Te amo mami.

She looks up from her phone as the car stops and hands the driver his money, she slides out of the car after thanking him and jogs up the steps to her house.

She drops her keys in the bowl beside the door and sprints up the stairs after kicking off her shoes, she walks into her room unbuttoning the red button up she wears to work and shrugs it off hanging it over the back of her desk chair.

She leans down as she sees the navy green envelope placed on her desk and reads her address raising an eyebrow as she sees the neat cursive writing. ''Either you are a girl, or a hundred percent gay soldier Pierce.'' She mutters to herself as she slides on a red tank top and black yoga pants.

She grabs the envelope off of her desk and dives into her bed slowly opening it, she slides the neatly folded white paper out and unfolds it while reclining back against her pillows.

Monday 20th November

Hello Santana (Or Miss (Mrs?) Lopez.) whatever you prefer,

Why are you doing this if you feel forced? I would just flip my best friend off and tell him to go to hell, or well maybe not that would mean suffering the desert without his annoying ass.

She laughs at that and shakes her head. ''Okay definitely a girl.'' She skims her eyes down the letter and chuckles. ''A girl with fire.'' She corrects snickering.

Anyways..

Thank you for your letter even if you feel forced, it was joyful to read it and even through that short letter I can tell that you have a lot of sass.

My name is Brittany Susan Pierce, I am a Corporal of the Us Army but you already knew that last part. I am twenty-three years old and born and raised in New York.

The restaurant you mentioned in your letter, do you mean the one from Gunther? If so tell that jackass that B and Sam send their love.

She raises an eyebrow as she reads her boss's name and tilts her head with a frown. ''Huh, small world.'' She mutters in surprise.

If not forget me mentioning that.

Just like I mentioned before, it was a joy to read your letter and it definitely distracted me from the heat here.

I have no idea what I can write more, so I'll just tell you about my best friend, no not the annoying one I mentioned in the beginning.

My best furry friend goes by the name Blast, he is a German Shepard and I have him under my wings since I came back after having a month leave about two or three years ago. He saved my ass more than once and is the best one in finding danger.

But enough about us, how is NYU like? Do they still not know that some names are unisex?

''She went to NYU? The heck?'' Santana breaths out in shock.

Would you like to tell more about yourself?

Well I think this is it if you are up to write I would like to hear from you, if not well that won't be a problem either.

Brittany & Blast

''Well.'' Santana murmurs to herself as she reaches for her notepad and pen. ''I think I found myself a pen pal.''