Stand in front of a building for 3 hours was stalkerish even if it was with the best intentions of giving back another person belongings. Brittany had two free weeks, she could stay there as much as she wanted. The doorman probably didn't recognize her because he kept staring at her like a doorman who worked at Dakota Building after John Lennon got killed.

Prince kept pulling his leash trying to move. She stayed there, standing, looking, hoping she would find Santana to give her brown bag back. Her legs started to ache, her stomach started to ache, her hands started to ache. Better get back another day on a different time. She blamed herself for not waiting for Santana to get downstairs at the same day.

"Let's go Prince." It was 6pm, people were crowding the streets with the rush to get home. Some of them bumped into Brittany slightly. Thankfully she didn't live far from there.

In her apartment she released Prince's leash, took off her shoes and laid on the couch. Her apartment was cozy. Good enough for a single woman and her dog. The white couch was shoved against the wall letting some space in the living room for her sporadic dances. The kitchen consisted of a few things, the main attraction was the microwave. She wished she could cook, but if she wanted to eat anything besides pancakes and bacon she had to pick frozen food.

Her work was always spread on the kitchen's table, the floor near the window and some on her nightstand. Even though, it wasn't messy. Prince used to sleep on her bed when he was little, she always slept with her cat Lord Tubbington when she was younger, but suddenly Prince rejected her bed and sleeps on her couch now. Probably because it was closer to the fire stairs where he'd meet with the drug dealer cat.

She picked up her notepad and traced some lines. At first it was a building, soon turned into a map, purple lines meeting and losing through the white paper. She decided both lines would meet again. And become one.

#

The next day she woke up earlier than the day before. If she couldn't meet her in the afternoon she probably would find her in the morning. Brittany wore jeans with a t-shirt and called Prince for a walk. This time he refused to join her.

"Come on Prince! A dog makes anyone friendly." she tried. The dog remained lying on the couch twisting his ears with the sound of her feet pacing through the living room. "Ok, great! I'll meet you later." He must have plans with that bad influence of a cat.

She was walking fast enough to make it look like a jog and passed in front of the building facing the doorman. Trying to keep some distance she continued to walk and crossed the street. She leaned on a building's wall and crossed her arms focusing her eyes on her surroundings.

Like that she waited for 2 hours. She didn't know how she could stay there doing nothing besides staring at a door. It was almost 10:30am and she forgot to eat breakfast. When she took her cellphone from her pocket she missed the brown bag. Two free hands and no purse. How could she forget the bag? She immediately turned around and ran back to her place. The wind blew on her ear and she thought some called her. As no one said her name again she continued to run.

"Thank you, Prince! You could have reminded me to take the bag." Prince raised his head and ignored her.

Coming back later with some donuts on her stomach she completed her watching task. No one showed up. And the doorman observed her.

#

"Brittany, open the door!" the knocking on the door was getting louder on her conscience. "Come on sleepy head I don't have all day long". She rubbed off some sleep from her eyes and kicked a shoe on her way to the door.

"Hey, Kurt. What do you want?" asking the small guy on her door.

"Aren't you going to invite me in? How rude you are Miss Pierce." she stepped aside so he could pass through the door. "Hey big boy, how are you doing? Taking care of Britt?" he said in an infant voice while petting Prince. "Are you ready?"

Ready, she wasn't ready. She didn't even know why she would be ready. There were canned food, water, and dog's food in case of a storm. She had aspirins, vitamin C and Kleenex in case of flu. She just wasn't ready for Kurt's question.

Kurt read her confused face and helped "Britt, you were the one asking me non-stop to meet my boyfriend and you just forget about it?" of course. His boyfriend Blaine. She spent a week trying to convince him to let her join their Thursday's lunch.

"Oh, yeah! It just slipped out of my mind. I'm going to take a shower and get ready. 30 minutes tops." she rushed for the bathroom.

"Britt, what's up on your mind? Or who's up on your mind?" he said through the bathroom door. Why did everyone think there was someone in her mind? Not that Santana left for much time.

"Hmm... No one. I think." she replied unsure.

"Just tell me, I won't tell Quinn. I know you get uncomfortable talking about heart stuff with her." she did get uncomfortable, the other blonde used to just stare at her with broken eyes connected to a broken heart.

"I've been bumping into this girl for a week maybe. I don't really know how long and..." she got interrupted.

"Oh, so you've been bumping someone?" Kurt asked with a mischievous voice and she'd say he had a smirk and crossed arms behind the door.

"No! Bumping has no sexual connotation. I mean it like meeting her in some places around town. She's beautiful but I'm not 'bumping' her. I just know her name. And I know I already 'bumped' people knowing less than their name..." Kurt started to laugh.

"I know Britt, I'm just messing with you. Continue your story." he said "Not the bumping story."

"Ok. I think I saw her three times around town. And in one of those meetings she dropped a bag. Now I'm trying to meet her again so I can return it to her." she turned the water off "But I just know her name. So I wait for her in front of this building nearby."

"What is inside the bag?" Kurt exited her bedroom so she could get ready.

"I dunno. I don't think it'd be ok to open it." shrugging off.

"Brittany Pierce, you got it bad for this random girl. You wait in front of a building? You? Wait?" waiting wasn't her best quality.

"Yeah, I just need to meet Santana again." Brittany opened the door jumping around trying to put her shoes and walk to the door.

"So she does have a name. I doubt there are many Santana's living around here. I'll help you find your bagless-Cinderella." he bowed in front of her shaking overdramatically his arms.

"Thank you fairy!" she smiled and both walked out of the apartment. Her mind drifted to the image of a Santana calling her name. Just a breeze floating through her lips: Brittany.

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Chapter revised. Improving my english. Or not. hahaha

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