Chapter 3: If you always do what you always did, you will always get what you always got.

"I had a lot of fun and I wasn't expecting it." Brittany said.

It's four in the morning and the meeting with my boss is going to be at 8 am but I don't mind. This impromptu thing of going out and dancing it had been refreshing.

We had been danced in a club until exhaustion and now we're walking to Brittany's apartment. I thought we could share a taxi, but Brittany said she lived near so she was walking and I decided to accompany her and get a cab from there.

"Me too, but if someone asks me I'm going to denied because I have a reputation to protect."

"You are the grumpy one? After tonight I think that's impossible."

"I don't know why, but most of the time I don't get along easily with people. Well, actually, I do know, most of the time they are losers, but you don't seem like one." I answered honestly.

"Thank you, I guess. Then your attitude is always everyone's fault but yours?" Brittany lifted an eyebrow.

"Of course!" I nodded. "For example, I needed a year, maybe two… to put up with Berry. She is quite annoying sometimes and you can't deny it!"

Brittany didn't say anything and just looked straight to the street instead of me.

"You are trying to hide it, but I know you are laughing."

She just chuckled, but didn't look at me.

"Anyways… If you didn't think you were going to have fun why you agreed to meet? You could have said no." I need to remind myself that she really wasn't there to meet with me.

I think we arrived to Brittany's flat because she stopped walking.

"I don't know." She shrugged. "If you always do what you always did, you will always get what you always got. So I tried a new angle. You know what? The only thing I found weird about this night is Rachel made a spelling mistake. I'm going to tease her!"

Damn it! The spelling mistake, we are so busted.

"Then you think that we are Soulmates so to speak?" I joked, trying to avoid the misspelling's topic.

Tomorrow I'm calling Sam and tell him that Rachel is going to kill us because of his stupid idea. I hope she kills him first and then she will be too tired to murder me. I still don't understand why I let Sam drag me in this kind of situations. I need to set some limits we're not kids anymore.

"No, not really." She laughed.

"Ouch, that hurt." I put my hand over my chest.

"Yeah, sure! Well, this is where I get off. It was nice meeting you."

"Same here" I said honestly and smiled. The blonde glanced one last time before starting to open the door.

And then in a split second I decided to tell the truth because since she's going to know it anyway. In for a penny, in for a pound. I will spare the details to Brittany. She didn't have to know everything, like how Sam didn't want to ask her out and that was Puck's fault.

"Rachel didn't make a spelling mistake."

"I know." Brittany left the keys on the door and turns around.

"You talked to my friend Samuel, Sam. The blond guy. Long story short he wasn't ready to meet you but he didn't want to stood you up so he asked for my help." I said quickly.

Then I processed what Brittany said.

"Wait, what?"

"I knew it." The blonde repeat it.

"You what…?" I was shocked. "How…?"

"It's not like I don't know you guys. I mean, I don't personally know all Rachel's friends, but she talks about you guys. So I know she had friends like Sam, Kurt, Mercedes or you, Santana. Plus Facebook, Rachel always tags everyone in the photos. But in all honesty I believed the story about Rachel making a spelling mistake until Sam texted me and explained everything."

"How long have you known?" I asked, clearly annoyed by the situation. I made a fool of myself.

"The first time you went to the bathroom and I checked my phone."

"That was only half an hour after you had arrived! That son of…. He could have warned me instead of making me look like and idiot and you could say something..."

"Are you angry? I think that is my part." She was laughing. "I hoped you would say something... Well, I expected you would say something earlier but better late than never."

"Why did you stay?" I was curious.

"Don't you remember? I was trying a new angle here." The blonde beamed.

XXX

A year and a half later.

"This story really sucks" Sugar said.

"Sorry, Aspergers."

"If you didn't want to listen to it, why the hell you asked?"

"I asked how you ended up working here, not how you meet your girlfriend. Don't you 'howImetyourmother' me bitch!" The brunette protested.

"What? The work meeting I was talking about was the one which made to start working in Barcelona with you. I came here two weeks after that meeting. And by the way he's not my girlfriend, she's Sam's girlfriend."

After that meeting with my boss, I ended up working in Barcelona because I was too young to be chief in New York and without any experience working abroad it would be something quite difficult to achieve. I quickly accepted the offer he made. I know what I want and I'm not afraid to take it.

And Sugar… Well, she was the only American in the office so I was kind of stuck with her since the first day. In fact, she is the daughter of the owner of the newspaper I work for. The real situation is that I was doing all the work and both of us take the credit for it. I didn't care she was the key to get what I wanted quickly.

I need to say that I never considered myself a homesick person until now. After a year and a half I missed way too much my friends, even my shitty neighborhood. Thanks to the new technologies I could talk to them, but it wasn't the same.

"Your friend was right all along?" Sugar seemed surprised. "They were perfect for each other?"

"You were listening to me."

"I'm not deaf!"

"I think you use 'Asperger' as an excuse to be a bitch with everyone without consequences…. And it's quite a good idea. I take my hat off."

"Obviously, I have self-diagnosed Aspergers so I can pretty much say whatever I want. I'm so much better than you. Sorry, Aspergers." She smiled proudly.

I started to gather my things because I don't want to be late.

"You are going to miss me and you know it!" Sugar waved goodbye.

"No freaking way. It was almost nice to meet you Richie Bitch."

I exited the cafe and raised my hand to get a taxi. When I was putting my suitcase in the trunk my phone started to ring.

"I still don't get why you left." Sam said on the other side of the line, joking.

That was his greeting every time we spoke since I left New York. I think it was his way to say that he misses me, but in a manly way.

"Lipsy McChapStick I already explained you that I wanted to improve on my job and it isn't a deadly sin. Not everyone is okay with the first job they got."

"I like being a football coach!" He defended himself.

"I tried a new angle."

"Still don't get it." Sam continues teasing. "Are you ready to come back home?" I could hear his voice was laced with happiness.

"Yes."