"Britt, come here and help with the plates. Carry them outside!" I heard my grandpa yelling from downstairs.
"Pause the game, I'll be right back."
"I'm coming with you," Jesse paused Call of Duty and put down his controller on the table.
We came downstairs, took the plates and carried them outside. Quinn and Santana were setting the table, talking with Tina. I remembered her from the picture Quinn showed me in her room the night I arrived in NY with my grandpa.
"Hey, Britt! Get your ass over here," Santana yelled when she spotted me.
"This is Tina," she said as I approached them.
"Nice to meet you. I know you've arrived only two days ago, but these girls," Tina pointed at the grinning blonde and Latina, "have told me a lot."
She was a lot shorter than Quinn and I were, but her voice was very melodic and energetic. She's worn black shorts, a black t-shirt of the McKinley soccer team and her hair was brown with blonde highlights.
"Yeah, same here. So, did you come here by yourself or?"
"Mike and I came together. My parents will stop by later. Mike's there by the grill with Jesse and Sam flipping the burgers," she said.
"Girls, I'll be right back, I'm just going to get to know others."
Quinn and Tina nodded in approval and returned back to their conversation. Santana went to help Jenna and I headed to the grill through the crowd.
Suddenly, someone crashed into me and spilled the juice all over my shirt. I looked up and saw a blonde boy with blue eyes like mine and plump lips.
"Shit, I'm so sorry. I didn't see you from all the crowd," he said with an apologetical voice.
"It's okay, I'm the one who's been walking around like a blind cow," I smiled to him.
"I'm really sorry. Hey, I'll make it up to you later, okay? I need to get more juice. Which will not end up on you again, I hope."
"I'll do my best, sure, see ya later," I continued to the grill.
He was cute. Most of the people find awkwardness really annoying, but to me it's somehow adorable. His plump lips were very unusual, but cute, just like Santana's. Oh no.
Jesse's voice interrupted my thoughts and brought me back to reality.
"Hey, Britt! I need you to help Mike with the burgers, I have to get something from the house."
"I'll get it, I wanna be useful," Santana said as she fought her way through the crowd.
"Okay then, I'll stay and you go with Britt."
She took me by the hand and led me to the house. Her hand was a little smaller than mine, but it still fit perfectly. Her grip tightened when we went in the crowd again. I guess she was trying not to lose me.
When we got in the kitchen, she noticed a wet spot on my chest. Her eyes lingered a little before she made an eye contact with me.
"We didn't even have lunch yet and you're already dirty," she said through the laughter.
"I'm like a female version of Steve Urkel so get used to it," I said playfully, but I know I sounded like an idiot.
She snorted and then blushed a little when she realized it. She looked so embarrassed, but I thought it was lovely.
"You should get changed while I cut these potatoes."
I went upstairs in Quinn's room. I went through the closed and finally found the shirt I was looking for. It was blue with a Superman sign on the front, but except the S there was a B. That one was my favourite.
I came downstairs. Santana was already finished with cutting the potatoes and now she was sitting on the island, waiting for me. She jumped off of it when she saw me.
"Let's go," I said and turned around so I could pick up the plates with the potatoes she has cut.
I almost dropped off the plates when her hand touched my bare back.
"Uh… Um.. Your shirt lifted up so I straightened it," she stuttered, her cheeks flushing.
"It's okay, thanks for covering me, literally," I smiled to make her relax.
She took a deep breath and her shoulder weren't that tense anymore so I guess it worked.
"San, Britt, are you here? The lunch is done!" Jesse yelled from the front door.
"Yeah, coming!" We said in unison.
(…)
We all enjoyed eating burgers and fried to the point we could barely breathe. I was sitting in the middle of Santana and Quinn, the opposite of Sam, Mike and Jesse. On the other side of the table Rachel was sitting with Kurt, her brother, chatting with Mercedes. They were all going to McKinley together and they were in a soccer team. I met them and they seemed very cool. All of them were so different from each other, yet they had something very similar. Rachel kept glancing at our part of the table, but I couldn't see what or whom was she looking at.
"Where are Finn, Puck, Sugar and Lauren?" Santana asked Jesse.
"They are out of town at Finn's grandma's house, preparing something, you'll see," he smirked and her eyes shifted to me at the moment.
I wondered what were they doing.
"Hey y'all, wanna play?" Mercedes was standing right behind me with a soccer ball in her hands.
"Hell yeah! We need to show you who's in charge," Santana said proudly.
"Brittany, are you playing?" Mike asked me.
"Sure I am. I love soccer," I stood up and we all headed to the back of the garden where were goal posts.
I really love soccer. I've always played it with my friends in Lima. Most of my friends were boys from the street, I didn't like the girls from Lima. They were all Barbie and stuff. I liked running, chasing the ball and having fun. I was told I could play better than a lot of guys actually.
"Jesse and Quinn, you pick the teams," Kurt said.
I was on Jesse's team with Santana, Kurt and Mercedes. Quinn played with Tina, Rachel, Mike and Sam.
Quinn and Jesse's parents, Nick, Jenna, Tina's parents and Rachel's parents were talking and drinking beer.
God, they were good. The game was so fast. It was a little harsh, especially Rachel. I tried to avoid her just to not get hurt, but she was so fast. Jesse was the one who was the lead in the defense and Mercedes was on the goal doing everything to keep our net calm. Mike was a very good dribbler. He and Quinn had some good shots for scoring, but Kurt was always in the right place in the right time to stop their actions. Every time I got the ball, I tried to show them all what I could do. And then I finally got a chance. Jesse has passed me the ball through Quinn's legs. Rachel and Mike were much further from me. Only Tina has left in the defense. I tricked her so she went on the wrong side. Just Sam right now. He was still looking in amazement because he's obviously seen the way I had tricked Tina. He wasn't slow, but he wasn't as fast as Mike or Rachel and he was still pretty far from the goal. I pushed the ball through his legs and passed him by. I kicked the ball and a moment later everybody were jumping around me or on me, hugging me and screaming. 1:0 for us.
We played some more, it was really tense, but stopped at 2:1 because Sam got injured. I offered to check his leg.
It wasn't broken or something like that, nothing serious. He fell awkwardly and bruised it. He sat on the grass and I brought a cloth dipped in a cold water and put him on his leg.
"I thought I would make it up to you, not the other way," he smiled.
"You will get the chance, don't worry," I smiled back.
Santana was throwing us weird looks when she saw us and her lips pouted a little.
Thank you all for the reviews! This has been my first story ever and English is not even my native language so I try my best. Can't wait to see what will happen between Britt, San and Sam! I'm rooting for San, though. ;)