-Chapter-35-
-Alma pov-
"Ok so I have been here for a little bit but I need to know about you all!" I look at Rachel "You I already have the perfect gifts for! Darling I am going to spoil you!"
"Thanks alma!" I am hugged by Rachel and smile "You are the best!"
"I love you dear" I kiss her forehead and look at Brittany "Now onto you"
"I can not help but feel I am hated" I can feel the glare from Maribel "Did I do something?"
"Is it cause she is white?" My eyes go wide and I feel the glare leave me "Cause Rachel is technically white too!"
"Dear god no!" I point at Brittany "I do not even hate her! I just have music interests in common with Rachel! Do you not even know me?! I want to know Brittany as much as Rachel as told me about herself!"
"Santana your Abuela has been anything but racist for years!" I can see Santana cringing "Where did that come from?"
"I do not know!" Santana puts her head in her hands "I really do not know"
"God I thought" I try and register what was said fully "God that is so bad! No!"
"Ok I get it!" Santana motions me to continue "Please just say something else!"
I shake my head and look at Brittany "I am not against you" I sigh and place a hand on one of hers "You just stay inside a lot"
"Yeah I ju~"
"She can be shy" I look at Rachel after I see Brittany frown "I can tell you everything"
-Brittany singing-
We talk about your work how your boss is a jerk
We talk about your church and your head when it hurts
We talk about the troubles you've been having with your brother
About your daddy and your mother and your crazy ex-lover
We talk about your friends and the places that you've been
We talk about your skin and the dimples on your chin
The polish on your toes and the run in your hose
And God knows we're gonna talk about your clothes
You know talking about you makes me smile
But every once in awhile
I wanna talk about me
Wanna talk about I
Wanna talk about number one
Oh my me my
What I think, what I like, what I know, what I want, what I see
I like talking about you, you, you, usually, but occasionally
I wanna talk about me
I wanna talk about me
We talk about your dreams and we talk about your schemes
your high school team and your moisturizer creme
We talk about your nanna up in Muncie, Indiana
We talk about your grandma down in Alabama
We talk about your guys of every shape and size
The ones that you despise and the ones you idolize
We talk about your heart, about your brains and your smarts
And your medical charts and when you start
You know talking about you makes me grin
But every now and then
I wanna talk about me
Wanna talk about I
Wanna talk about number one
Oh my me my
What I think, what I like, what I know, what I want, what I see
I like talking about you, you, you, usually, but occasionally
I wanna talk about me
I wanna talk about me
You you you you you you you you youyouyouyouyou
I wanna talk about me
I wanna talk about me
Wanna talk about I
Wanna talk about number one
Oh my me my
What I think, what I like, what I know, what I want, what I see
I like talking about you, you, you, usually, but occasionally
I wanna talk about me
I wanna talk about me
"Message received" Rachel scoots back "Sorry"
"It is fine just let me speak ok?" Brittany looks at me with a smile "I just was afraid of saying something wrong to you"
"Never be afraid of me dear" I return her smile with one of my own "Now how about we start talking about what makes Brittany..well Brittany!"
She smiles and starts going on about herself. Rachel regresses at some point and I have her in my lap. She is so adorable when she is like this. I am so happy that I have been able to stay here.
I am going to spoil these girls rotten on Christmas!
