Pulling into the driveway she grabbed the bag out of the passenger seat. Making sure to slam the door incase Quinn was in listening range as she got out. She opened the front door to the small house and kicked off her shoes.
"Yo! Fabray! You better have a good reason you called me last minute wanting a spatula which was $6.50 might I add!" Rounding the corner into the kitchen she saw Quinn by the sink chopping something up.
"Hello Santana" she said in a sweet voice like she didn't just have someone barge in her home yelling about a spatula.
"Hey yourself, So are you going to answer my question?" Quinn turned after dumping the chopped pieces into a bowl of salad. Placing the bowl on the table she smiled and motioned for Santana to sit as she did the same.
"Now, do you want to repeat that question in a tone not so demanding?" Santana sighed. She would never know why she and Quinn managed to be so close. Quinn was the only person to really challenge Santana. They would argue a lot but then a few minutes later it was like nothing had happened.
"Sure thing Quinnie Bear" she said in a voice coated with sugar. Quinn smirked at her.
"Why is it that you called me last minute asking to bring you a spatula? What is so important that you needed it today?"
"Geez, I told you to ask nicely, not imitate Rachel"
"Pretending you didn't say that"
"Well, I asked you because mine broke and I needed one to make pancakes in the morning." Santana smiled she loved Quinn's pancakes.
"Wait…needed? As in did, but not anymore"
"Yes. Especially after how you hung up on me earlier and then came in yelling"
"I'm sorry for hanging up and yelling at you"
"Thank you"
"Sooo…pancakes in the morning?" Santana asked with a cheeky grin.
"Maybe" she knew it was a yes but let Quinn have her fun. They chatted idly over the rest of dinner. After watching some Lifetime movie Santana predicted from the beginning.
Brittany has pretty much the same routine every day. Get up, eat, dress, dance, back home, shower, dress, work. Living at home allowed her to save more money and she wasn't home much so she didn't mind. She had met Mike when her family had moved to Ohio two years ago. They met at dance class, seeing as how they didn't attend the same high school. Brittany didn't actually live in Lima, but a town over. She was in the middle of going through a dance when he stopped suddenly.
"Okay, what's up?"
"What do you mean?"
"You're not here right now"
"I'm not?" she asked. He sighed seeing her confusion.
"Yes, you are, but your mind isn't. What's got you distracted?"
"Oh, nothing, I'll try to do better"
"Nope, tell me what's in that head of yours" Brittany looked to the floor as she mumbled.
"I saw someone"
"Oh really" he drew put playfully hitting her in the shoulder.
"Yes really"
"Where at? What's her name? It is a she right? Last time I checked you still liked girls." She laughed and sat down crossing her legs as he moved to copy.
"Yea, it's a her. Saw her at work yesterday"
"Name?"
"I don't know. I just checked her out. I-I mean with the register ya know. She bought a spatula."
"Well, what's she look like?" he queried
"Beautiful, long dark hair, tan skin, dark eyes, nice voice, looks our age. "
"Sounds like you checked her out to me" He said raising an eyebrow. Brittany laughed and hit him on the arm.
"Shut-up Mike"
"Come on" He said standing "try and put mystery girl into the back of your head for a while and lets finish this"
"I'll try"
Last chapter will be up soon :)