Brittany's point of view
I looked in the mirror to check that my hair and eyeliner are perfect. My hair was pulled tightly back into a messy top knot and my eyeliner is black and winged. I was wearing black vans, black skinny jeans and a loosely fitted white t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up.
I left my bedroom and ever the kitchen where I grab a blue bowl from the cupboard, crunchy nut cornflakes and some milk. I make the cereal and quickly eat it on the sofa before heading out.
I made my way to Santana's apartment were she told me to go to meet Kimberly.
When I got to the address she had given me I thought that something here was wrong; the apartment block was battered up, graffiti covered the concrete walls, it seemed like a prison almost. I looked down and checked the address I had it right, this time Santana really was from Lima Heights AKA the wrong side of the tracks.
After I had walked up to the door for her apartment I knocked against it. It didn't take long for Santana to answer. A small girl was stood at her feet, she looked just like Santana.
"Hi" 🙋 I said as I saw them both "this must be Kimberly."
"Yeah" Santana replied.
"Hello" the words left the nervous little girl's lips which were slightly parted from each other.
I kneeled down so I was at her level "hello Kimberly" I held my hand out so she could shake it which she did. Kimberly's hands were small and soft with long nails painted baby pink, she had a smile on her face but I could still tell she was clearly nervous.
"She's a bit shy" Santana told me, her hand placed on Kimberly's shoulder, pulling her in a little closer, to her waist "come in."
I entered through the door. As I walked in the first thing I saw was the chipped beige paint on the walls which were bare and uncovered floorboards. They're was a frayed olive rug on the the floor to match the sofa. The television was a basic old one, the kinds that look like black boxes. The light bulb was dim and there were no curtains on the one small window in the tiny room. In the corner there was a mini fridge, a microwave and sink.
"Wow, you weren't kidding when you said you were struggling" I said, not meaning to be rude or anything.
"Ummn yeah, I don't think I've ever been so worse off" she replied.
"You can stay with me of you need to," I started "I mean I don't have a great deal of room but its bigger than this."
"Oh my god would you really do that for me?" Santana asked.
"Of course I would Santana, you know I would" I replied, pulling her in to hug her.
A/N: Just a short chapter for now, it didn't really need to be too long. Let me know what you think.