Blue flamingos crossing the lake to meet the pink flamingos gossiping on a rock. Otherwise how could you tell apart male and female flamingos? Boys can wear pink and girls can wear blue, but flamingos don't know that. A noisy cellphone cuts her day dreaming playing duck sounds from the music Disco Duck.
Brittany looks at the ID and answers "Hey Quinn". Her friend doesn't call much, she'd rather send a text or show up at her door.
"Hi B, is everything ok?" she sounded exhausted with a pinch of worried.
"Sure is. Why?"
"You just sent both books you were supposed to finish in two weeks. Are you working non-stop? 'Cause you should take breaks once in awhile to eat, stretch or walk with Prince." Quinn sounded like her mother and Brittany appreciated the concern.
"I am taking breaks, just happens that I'm inspired." she shrugged off.
"Hmm... That's great. And that inspiration has a name?"
"No." she wasn't lying. She didn't know the name of that woman. Maybe a long name with many letters, cute nicknames, final letters forming a great rhyme with something silly like orange. Not that orange rhymed perfectly with another word. Just sporange. It'd be a weird name.
"Pretending I believe you, this Friday Finn and Rachel are celebrating their 5th semester together in New York at a karaoke bar on the 41st near Broadway." she sensed a bitter tone along the invitation.
"Ok, since I have nothing to work for two weeks" Brittany thought it was unusual to celebrate semesters together on a karaoke bar. It's Rachel. "Are you going to be fine about that?"
"Yeah, as long as I drink enough to forget it and not as much to burst out in anger I'll be fine." Quinn never moved on after the summer she and Rachel spent together. Finn was in the Army or said that he was. She said it felt right. Simple. But he came back, she chose Finn. Giving no further explanation to Quinn.
"See you then. Bye-Bye Q." she giggled. Sounded like barbecue.
"Bye B." she hangs up the phone. Sounded like nothing.
"Prince! Where are you?" she found him at the door with his leash. "I was just going to invite you for a walk."
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"Prince! Calm down, we have all day to spend at the park. Stop, Prince!" and the dog continued to drag her through the streets. Sometimes he acted like a brat yet he knew how to behave socially. Only when he wanted.
"Prince McRain! You better walk with me not for me or we're going back home." he stopped. "Good dog. Now to the park decently" as she start to walk Prince doesn't. Stubborn dog. He asked for a walk. "Prince, why are you...?"
There she was, brown eyes, white teeth. She couldn't see the eyes because of the sunglasses and she couldn't see her teeth because she wasn't smiling. She had a blank face, too much bags for one person to hold and a cup of coffee. Brittany approached her.
"Hi. You might not remember me but I remember you." That's creepy. "I mean, I remember you from your stained shirt and my stained pants" And your white teeth and brown eyes.
The woman looked at her through her sunglasses "Yeah, the drug addicted dog, right?" She remembered the story. She remembered her. Brittany had to smile.
"Exactly. I'm Brittany" she extended her hand for a shake and the woman contorted with the bags and the coffee to free one hand dropping a small bag but didn't succeed. "Oh, lemme help you." Brittany grabbed some bags and the woman's coffee freeing her right hand.
"I'm Santana" many letters, San, banana. Suited her. It was a long handshake broken by a bark. I love you Prince but don't mess it up. Letting go of Brittany's hand Santana started to pet the dog "What's his name?"
"His name is Prince McRain." the brunette smiled. There it was. White teeth.
"That's a great name and a beautiful dog and I better get back to work. My boss already texted me several times. See you around Brittany and Prince" Santana winked at her. To be honest it was more for Prince but Prince couldn't do much with a wink. She took her bags and her coffee and entered a building with a revolving door.
Brittany stared at the figure of the woman disappearing behind a column. Why does she always have to disappear? And when she did she got stuck on Brittany's mind. Santana.
When she decided to keep her way to the park she noticed the brown bag forgotten on the floor. Reaching for it she entered the building with intention to return it. "Miss, I'm sorry. You can't walk in with a dog." the doorman said.
"I need to return this bag to the woman who just entered. Her name is Santana." she wondered how she could taste the sweetness on a name. Words don't taste. Unless they are made of pasta or cereal. Like Cheerios taste like O's.
"I'm sorry Miss. I can't let you go inside." he sounded sympathetic. "You can call her and return it to her later."
"I don't have her number, or address, or surname. Just a name and a brown bag." Brittany wondered if there was something that could help her to identify the brunette into the bag. She felt uncomfortable to open it. They weren't friends. Better keep it closed.
She roamed towards the park thinking in a way to meet Santana and give her bag back. Nothing came up. Just letters. S-A-N-T. A-N-T-S. S-A-N-T-A. S-A-T-A-N. Satan didn't fit her. Going to the same coffee/restaurant/bakery she ordered a banana pancake. Banana. She giggled.
I do not own glee.
Revised chapter to improve my english. I hope hahaha
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