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And yeah haha the ''wine in third grade?'' I don't live in the USA so I kinda forgot third grade are like..ten year olds or something? Idk haha I'm just gonna change it into 9th grade is that better? :P
THE MANY FACES OF BRITTANY S. PIERCE
"Santana?"
Santana's eyes widen and she looks at Brittany with a panicked look on her face.
"Santana? Hello?"
"Answer her!" Brittany whispers
Santana clears her troath "Uh hey, Quinn. It's uh, it's me.."
"San! Omg girl I've missed you so much! How have you been?"
Santana looks at Brittany, who gives her a reassuring smile. Santana hints a smile back.
''I missed you too Quinnie..And I'm uh, I'm fine. How about you?"
''Oh I'm great! You remember Sam right? Sam Evans? We got together again, he just moved in.''
''Ohw wow, yeah I remember him, Trouthy Mouth, right?''
Quinn laughs ''Yeah, right. Oh he hated it that you were always calling him that."
"Put her on speaker!" Brittany whispers loudly and Santana does as she says.
''Santana? Is someone there with you?''
''Uhm, no I..''
''HELLOOOO!" Brittany shouts trough the phone.
side 1
''Sssh" Santana laughs
''Uhm hey?'' Quinn laughs out ''Who is there?''
''It's Brittany! I'm Santana's friend!''
Santana smiles at Brittany's words.
''Ohw is that so?'' Quinn answers playfully
''Yeah'' Santana laughs ''We're friends''
Quinn laughs ''Well, great then, I'd like to meet you someday Brittany''
''Me too! Santana talks about you all the time!''
''I'm happy she does'' Quinn smiles ''So, San, where do you live right now? We should meet up sometimes soon!''
''Yeah definitely! I live in New York, not far from Central Park.''
''Omg, then we don't live that far apart! Can you meet me tomorrow? Starbucks or something?''
''Yeah, yeah ofcourse! How about 1pm?''
''Awesome! Look, I have to get going, Sam's gonna be here soon.''
''Uh, yeah, fcourse. See ya tomorrow?''
''Definitely! Bye San'' Quinn says before she hangs up.
Santana smiles and turns around so she can look at Brittany.
''See? It wasn't that hard wasn't it?'' Brittany winks
''Thanks Britt.. I needed that''
Brittany shuffles closer and hugs Santana tightly. ''I'm proud of you''
side 2
Santana wraps her arms around Brittany's waist and exhales slowly. ''You're the best, you know that?''
Brittany blushes a bit ''Hmm duuh...''
Santana smiles at her. She was so sweet..
Although Quinn had been her best friend since pre-school, Brittany was probably the best friend Santana has ever had. Quinn and Santana used to have the best time with eachother, but they've had their troubles too. Santana can't even count how many times they've fought and slapped eachother. One time, Quinn walked around with a black eye for like two weeks, after Santana had punched her in the face for flirting with Puck. But well, their friendship has had their flaws, but they did love eachother unconditionally.
And now she can't be any more grateful that Brittany is helping her to get back Quinn. Actually, she's grateful for everything Brittany does. She's so sweet, and helpfull, and cute, and beautiful.. Santana can barely believe this. She has only known this girl for like, three days now? And she's already thinking like this..
Something really weird is going on with me, Santana thinks, as she smiles at Brittany.
Brittany smiles back ''Wanna continue playin?''
''Number of boyfriends?''
Santana frowns. ''Uhmm...Wait a minute huh... I've had Puck, Sam, I hooked up with Finn, but that doesn't really count so, oh Karofsky''
''Who names their kid Karofsky?'' Brittany cocks her head to the side and looks at Santana questionly in the most adorable way.
side 3
Santana laughs ''Karofsky was his last name, you silly. We all called him that, but his first name was Dave. Well, David actually.''
Brittany smiles ''Oohw okaaay... So three?''
''I guess.. I wasn't really the serious relationship type, although I had like the middle school boyfriends ofcourse.''
''You don't have a boyfriend now, do you?''
Santana chuckles ''No, I don't, I'm a lesbian now, that's what the Puckermann train does to you, ya know.'' She says laughing
''What's the Puckermann train?'' Brittany asks
''Nevermind that, I'll explain it to you another time.'' Santana winks ''My turn''
''Kay'' Brittany smiles
''Uuhmmm.. Have you ever hooked up with a girl?''
Brittany blushes ''I have .. uhm, many times actually ..''
Whoa what?
''I wasn't really the relation type either, you know. I've probably made out with every one in High School, and hooked up with most of them. I'm not proud of it, it just .. yeah..'' she says quietly.
side 4
''Sanny? You alright? You think I'm a slut now do you...'' Brittany pouts
''What? No, no, ofcourse not! I'm just a bit, uhm... *shocked? surprised? strangily turned on?* ..I just really don't see you as the slutty type.''
''I'm not I'm just really naive, you know, and I was a cheerleader so most people wanted to hook up with me anyways and yeah.. I only realized they were taking advantage of me until I met Artie. He was the sweetest but, yeah we broke up a couple years ago so.''
''Ohw wow, I'm sorry to hear that.. Especially 'cause I actually WAS a slut'' she chuckles ''I had sex for all the wrong reasons..''
''I don't believe you were a slut, because a real slut can't admit it to herself. And you're way too sweet anyways.'' Brittany smiles as she sees Santana blushing a bit ''My turn!''
''Have you ever done something that went horribly wrong?''
Santana looks up to Brittany.
Shit.
She sighs ''You saw them, didn't you? The pictures?''
Brittany smiles mysteriously ''I have..''
''That's my thing,you know. The thing that went horribly wrong?''
''It didn't go that wrong, didn't it?''
'BRITT. THERE ARE NAKED PICTURES OF ME ON THE INTERNET. The internet! It's everywhere! It's never going away! What's good about that?''
''Well.. I saw them.''
''Yeah, my mom did too.. still waitng for the good part..''
Brittany chuckles ''The good thing is that I, Brittany S. Pierce, can say for a fact that you look incredibly hot naked.'' She winks.
Side 5
Shit.
Thoughts?