Week 2- Hopefully your friend
"Today's topic of discussion is: What makes you, You?" Holly announced to the class. As she looked around she saw the baffled looks on her students faces and continued to explain. "What got you to the person that you are today? Who influences you? What are your biggest fears and dreams? Not only will you answer these questions, but you might want to answer more minor questions. What is your favourite movie? What's your favourite color? What is your favourite memory? And lastly feel free to think of your own questions for each other that you can answer in next week's letter."
With that Quinn turned to Santana only to find her spaced out.
"Santana. S." Quinn called and waved her hands in front of Santana to get her attention with little result. Finally, after a firm smack to the shoulder Santana zoned back in.
"Yeah, what?" Santana asked as she was met with a very annoyed and slightly concerned Quinn.
"Don't what me. I've been trying to get your attention for the last minute. Actually, come to think of it you've been like this all morning. Oh no, are you okay because if you get sick that means that I'm going to be alone for the next week and I don't even want to begin to think of how your mom would react if she found out I let you get sick." Quinn frantically starts to check Santana's temperature, but Santana only swats her hand away from her forehead.
"Okay no stop! I am not sick alright I'm just tired because I stayed up all last night." Santana shrugged.
Quinn raised an eyebrow at her friend asking her to explain.
"I was on the phone to Mami and Anita" Santana and Quinn both knew this was a lie since their Sunday call with the family back home in Lima had been cancelled since Maribel was taking care of Alma, but Santana couldn't say that she was stalking one Brittany S Pierce's socials and Quinn just ignored Santana's obvious cover up. If it was serious she would have told her.
It wasn't until after Santana had gotten ready for bed and written her letter to the mystery girl that Quinn finally had enough. She barged into Santana's room only to find her roommate buried in her covers watching RuPaul's drag race.
"Ugh, do you not know how to knock! What if I was naked, then what would you do?" Santana exclaimed with a sideward glance at Quinn who stood in her doorway.
"Oh, please you're fine. Plus, it's nothing that I haven't seen before." Quinn answered with a shrug of her shoulder and wondered further into the room. Placing herself on the end of the bed. She stared at Santana with an analytical gaze while Santana tried to ignore her presence. After a few moments of silence Santana finally looked over to Quinn and raised her eyebrow.
"Is there any particular reason that you busted down my door like a mad person?"
"I wouldn't say like a mad person but yes there is."
Santana only eyed her suspiciously before clearing her throat.
"Well…Would you like to tell me that reason so I can get rid of you?"
"How's the letters to the mystery girl going?"
"Well good I guess. I just finished the letter for this week." Santana stated uneasily not fully believing that this was the full reason to Quinn's investigation.
"Ok since you're not going to give me anything more I might as well get straight to the point." This caused Santana to narrow her eyes more at Quinn. "Well, I guess not straight to the point because you're a lesbian and I'm undecided and the question I have wouldn't necessarily be classified as straight either, but you get the point."
Still wary of Quinn and her unexplainable babbling Santana tried to mask her laughter with a serious face. "Yup I get your point. You may continue."
Letting out a huff Quinn finally looked Santana in the eyes and asked her burning question. "Do you like Brittany.
Not first understanding Santana's face contorted in confusion "Do I like who? We don't know a Brittany."
"Brittany… like your pen pal Brittany" Quinn built on trying to help out her puzzled friend.
"Oh, that Brittany." Santana answered, with a smile, finally understanding "Yeah, I guess so. She seems nice from the letter that she sent me."
"No, I mean do you like, like Brittany." Quinn added with a wag of her eyebrow to insinuate what she meant. "I saw you looking at her socials at dinner and I'm guessing that's the reason you were up light last night since we both know that you weren't talking to your mom and Anita."
"Um, I guess so" Santana replied unsure of herself after her friend's great deduction skills. Seconds later she sighed out. "Okay yes I might like her because she's really pretty and judging by her school references and her letter she's really smart and kind and talented. But I've never met her so how would I know if I really, really liked her."
Surprised by Santana's easy emission Quinn stood up and headed to the door. "Okay that's all I was wondering. I'll let you get some sleep and finish RuPaul. We can talk more later, Good night S."
"Good night Q." Before Quinn could fully close the door behind her, Santana stopped her. "By the way Q, Mami said she would call on Sunday with Papi and Anita." With a nod of her head and a smile Quinn left to go to her room.
Santana turned off the tv, rested her glasses on her nightstand and turned off her lamp. Before she rolled over she slipped the letter on her nightstand into her drawer.
Dear Brittany,
I also hope that we can become good friends and I am glad to hear that you don't fully believe in the ridiculous rumours about me. I quite honestly don't even know where people get half of the rumours from, but it certainly is entertaining. I also use to do cheerleading however my motivation was mainly status and popularity. I was a Cheerio along with Quinn all throughout high school, which I guess kind of leads me to the topic of how I got to the person I am today. I've always cared about the wrong things: boys, status, popularity and the list goes on and on. My mom is a huge lawyer, and my dad is a successful doctor so with that came the high expectations to succeed from early childhood which were only heightened in high school. I'm trying not to care so much now but old habits die hard. I've always looked up to my parents from an early age as a lot of other people do but in all honesty other than them a huge influence and sort of role model to me is Quinn. Obviously if she were to ask I would deny it because I will not be another person inflating her ego, but she really is one of the strongest people I know. She went through a lot of fucked up shit in high school and just her life in general, but she has always come out on top. Now on to my biggest fears and dreams. I'll start out easy and say my biggest dream which is to be happy. It sounds so easy, but I don't think I've ever really experienced long lasting happiness. I've of course experience moments of happiness but it has always been short termed. I could say my biggest fear is something generic like my fear of clowns and mimes, my fear of camping or something else but if I was to be quite frank my biggest fear is being content. You could argue that being happy and being content are the same thing, but I would beg to differ. Being happy is being gleeful and excited about life whereas being content to me is settling and I've spent so much of my life settling for less than what would make me truly happy that I want something more for my future. Anyways, to answer some questions about myself: my favourite movie is Mean girls, my favourite color is red, and my favourite memory is when I got Anita for my 13th birthday and the first thing she did was chase Quinn around the house with Quinn screaming bloody murder and me suffocating from laughter. To close off this week's letter I'll leave you with these questions. If you could anyone you wanted for a day who would you be? If you could have any superpower what would it be? And lastly, why did you choose NYAC?
, Hopefully you friend Santana
On the top of Brittany's desk across the campus lay Brittany's letter.
Dear Santana,
In reference to you saying that your dog is the only one who truly knows you I would have to relate. I don't have a dog, but I do have a cat and although we do argue a lot, normally because of his gang associations and weight, I really do feel as if he understands me unlike most of the world. He's extremely judgemental but I like to think it's his way of showing that he loves me. I would also preform weekly for my family, but I would show them whatever new routine or dance move I had perfected in dance class. Dance has a lot to do with the person I am today. If I didn't dance I would have probably taken what people said about me being 'stupid' and 'a ditzy blonde' to heart. I would be super sad doing something that doesn't make me happy because it would make me 'normal'. My biggest influence is my siblings because no matter what people say about me they always stick up for me and know how to make me smile. My biggest dream is to be a unicorn. Now you might be wondering what does 'be a unicorn' mean so I'll fill you in. To be a unicorn you must be magical and unique. You must stand out and never back down when faced with challenges. You must always stay true to yourself and your heart even if people say that it's wrong. My friend Kurt is my unicorn. He got bullied a lot in high school for being gay and just being his fabulous self but no matter what the bullies would say he stayed true to himself and his heart. My biggest fear is to be a horse. Now don't get me wrong horses are beautiful and elegant but there are hundreds of horses whereas there are only few unicorns. Horses are the 'normal' and to be truthful they're boring. Okay now for the fun answers; My favourite movie is The Little Mermaid, I don't have a favourite color but my most liked color is pink, and my favourite memory is when Lord Tubbington got stuck in a tree so I climbed the tree to rescue him only to realise I couldn't get back down so my sister, Avery, climbed up next and we were stuck up there for 3 hours. After that my dad built us a treehouse thinking it would stop me, but it never did. My questions to you, what is your favourite dessert? What is your favourite book? And where would you go if you could go anywhere in the world?
, Yours faithfully Brittany
