July 28, 2010
Santana was pretty much already tired of this week. She'd already put on a show on the first, second, and third days, solidifying her spot at the top and quelling the minds of any doubters. Looking back, she began to scan through the recruits, mentally making a note of the promising ones. She was unimpressed to be honest. Of the ten left, only three girls stood out; Bianca, Jamie, and Brittany. She'd never admit it to anyone, not even Quinn who tried to beat it out of her, but Brittany was top quality. She had all the right moves, personality and she was banging! That was another thing Quinn kept trying to force her to talk about. Apparently, Santana had quite the eye for the tall, leggy blonde. She couldn't help it though, and you couldn't really blame her. There was just something about the new girl that had her mesmerized.
"Snap out of it Lopez, you're making me sick." Quinn said as she entered Santana's bedroom, and house, unannounced. She was closely followed by Rachel who was using the girl as a shield.
"Fuck you, your lapdog makes me sick." Santana spat as she glared at the two girls, mainly Rachel.
"Hey, don't talk about her like that!"
"Whatever. You couldn't just call me like a normal person and let me know you're here?" Santana questioned.
"Of course not. Why should I? I can just barge right in and see your lovely face a minute earlier than I have to. No, but really, I called you twice."
Rachel stepped out from behind Quinn and began to speak.
"It's true. Might I add, it's completely unsafe to leave your house in such an open state. You never know what kind of people you're surrounded with, and it's best to take precaution. As my daddy always says, 'prevention is better than cure'. I encourage you to protect yourself against all possible, unfortunate, and unforeseeable events, Santana."
Rachel paused for a breath, and Santana saw this as her opening. "Can it Berry! God, the only thing unfortunate right now is you standing in my room..." She turned her attention back to Quinn, "and my bad Q, guess I was a little dazed here."
"Yeah, whatever. Can we go? I'm starving!"
Santana stood up and grabbed her bag, proceeding to follow Quinn and Rachel, who was already halfway outside. When she finally caught up, both girls were already settled into Quinn's car.
"Berry! Backseat...now!" She commanded at the girl sitting next to Quinn.
With wide eyes, Rachel moved to climb over the center counsel but was stopped by an arm grabbing her.
"Stay." Quinn countered as she reached to roll Rachel's window down. "Lopez, either get in the backseat, or don't get in at all."
"Quinn, it's seriously no big. I'll sit in the back otherwise she'll just be crabby the whole night."
"Nonsense. She can suck it up." Looking to a folded arms, scowl faced Santana, she continued "Your choice Ms. Rebecca Black. Which seat will it be? One in my car, or inside your house?"
Failing to contain her laugh, Santana acquiesced and got in the back.
"You're lucky that was kinda funny...dork. I hope you realize that I have my own car, so I didn't need you!" Glancing in the side mirror, she caught the mirth on Rachel's face. Reaching forward, she smacked her on the side of her head.
"What the heck, Santana? Quinn!" She tried getting her friend to stand up for her, and failed miserably as Quinn was sporting a smirk. "Fine."
"Oh lighten up! Since you're hanging with Qui-us now, you're fair game when it comes to our physical...relationship." Santana reasoned.
"More like physical abuse..." A grumbling Rachel added, only calming down when Quinn rubbed the spot where Santana hit her.
"Not always." She responded, earning a toothy grin from Rachel.
"Seriously? Gross. Just get me to my food already!"
Quinn quickly withdrew her hand blushing.
"Ugh, whatever. Can we please just go? I wants to get ma breadsticks on. And that's breadsticks, as in those addicting little suckers that I just can't get enough of, which will likely never happen 'cause they're unlimited baby! Seriously. One time, I showed up with a wheelbarrow and-" She was cut off by a snorting Rachel, and an amused looking Quinn.
"We know the story Santana. I swear, I've heard it at least ten times. I mean, you even started to sound a little like this one over here" Quinn told her, pointing towards Rachel. That earned her a death glare from the two other girls. She threw her hands up in defense before pulling out of the driveway. Quinn waited until they drove for about ten minutes to bring up a topic that would surely upset her best friend.
"So, S..Rachel and I were talking earlier, and we realized that Breadstix doesn't really have vegan friendly alternatives on their menu. We were thinking we could try somewhere new tonight? There's this really awesome restaurant that we wanted to go to."
"Nonononono! Q? No. I can't even. What are you saying? No. Like what the fuck! Seriously Fabray? Screw that! I want my goddamn breadsticks. I swear if I don't get that shit I will lose it..." Santana started hyperventilating "I really just want my sticks." She sniffled, eyes beginning to water.
Rachel's eyes widened as she stared cautiously at the fiery, overdramatic cheerleader in the back of the car. Quinn glanced in the rearview mirror at her friends familiar antics. Rolling her eyes, she prepared a speech to coax her friend into conceding.
"Santana, be reasonable. We go to Breadstix at least three times a week. All I'm asking for is just one night where we try something different. Just this once. I promise you I will take you to get your breadsticks whenever you want. I'll even pay. Plus, this place supposedly doesn't card, so you know what that means!" At the mention of that, Santana's eyes lit up.
"You mean..I can get my drank on? Okay, I can get dzown with that. Berry, you're lucky my girl Q here knows the ways to my heart. Your ass was abouts to get a beat down."
"And here goes ghetto Santana." Quinn muttered under her breath, earning a laugh from Rachel who up until that point had been uncharacteristically quiet.
"Shut it Fabray! Now hurry up. You've got me all excited and not even the little midget here can bring me down right now." Santana said, pointing at Rachel.
"Santana, we're practically the same height."
"Pfft..no we're not! Dwarf."
Rachel sighed and surrendered, deciding it was best not to get the girl riled up.
"Okay guys, we're here."
Santana was out the door before Quinn even finished her sentence.
Their meal went relatively well; if you take away a tipsy, weeping about breadsticks Santana, that is. They were on their way to casa de Lopez when Quinn just about had it with hearing her best friend in the back of her car. She was tempted to pull over and force the girl out, but Rachel offered some advice (via text) as to not put her friend on the spot. Quinn rolled her eyes at the suggestion, but gave in, nonetheless.
Five minutes later, a perky brunette head shot up as she recognized the familiar parking lot they were pulling into. The girl seemed to immediately sober up as her eyes dried and muffled cries were silenced. Santana looked around with bright eyes, then brought her attention to Quinn.
"You. Are. The. Best!" She yelled as she prepared to shoot from the car once Quinn was officially parked.
"This was all the midget's idea." Quinn replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Well, thanks midget." With a wink in Rachel's direction, she exited the car. Failing to hear footsteps behind her, she called them out. "You losers coming or what?"
"Uh, no. You go ahead and get your sticks. We'll wait right here for you."
"That means get them to go, Lopez! I don't plan on waiting for your ass all night!"
"Yeah, yeah." Santana whispered as she continued walking. As she reached for the door, it jerked open to reveal a tall, handsome blonde. Apologizing, she stepped aside to allow his companions, also blondes, step out. The last person to exit the restaurant immediately caught her eye.
"Brittany, hi." She said shyly.
Taken aback, the blonde stumbled trying to find words. "Sa-Santana. I thought you weren't gonna be here."
"Wait..what?" Santana asked, confused by the statement made. Brittany's dear in headlights expression baffled her even further.
"Um, I mean, hi. I totally didn't expect to bump into you here."
"Oh, yeah. This is my favorite place to eat. Like, you don't even know!"
"Wow, guess you're really enthusiastic about Breadstix, huh?" Brittany teased causing Santana to blush.
"Only a little."
They held each others gaze until the sound of a throat clearing interrupted them. Puzzled, Brittany turned to face her parents who both had expecting looks on their faces.
"Ah. Mom, dad, this is Santana. She's the captain of the squad at McKinley." She announced proudly, beaming at the girl.
"It's nice to meat you Santana. I'm Susan and this is my husband Peter. Brittany has told us all about you and the squad. Color me impressed!" Her mother offered politely.
"Mommm!"
Laughing, Santana decided to comfort the girl. "Aww, it's ok Brittany. Thanks for the compliment Mrs. Pierce. I must say though, your daughter is the one who's been impressing everyone. It'd be so great to have her on the team this year." She offered with a smile, before glancing at the blushing girl to her right.
"Oh stop it. I do ok." Brittany mumbled.
"That's nice of you to say Santana, thank you." Peter chimed in; proud dad grin in tow. "Anyway, it was great meeting you, but we must get going." Turning back to his family, he continued. "I think I saw the parlor closed at 11."
"The one over on Monroe?" Santana asked.
"That's the one! We were heading over there for desert. Hey, tell you what? Since you seem to be alone, why don't you join us? I'm sure Brittany would enjoy your company." Susan asked. She was completely oblivious to her daughters panicked look.
Santana, however, saw it. "Thanks for the offer Mrs. Pierce, but my friends are actually waiting in the car for me. Just here to pick up some breadsticks." Catching Brittany's eye, she saw the disappointment etched in them. "Actually, maybe they'd like to head there too. This was a detour after all. I'll go ask them!"
Santana took off towards Quinn and Rachel, only to return 5 minutes later with a solemn expression.
"I take it that's a no go?" Peter asked.
"Yeah, Quinn, my best friend, has to take Rachel home. It seems she has a curfew to adhere to. Sorry, maybe next time?"
Hearing that name again, Brittany jumped in with an idea of her own. She needed to know more about this girl. "Well, since they can't come, what if we dropped you off afterwards? I mean, if that's okay with you, Mom and dad?"
"Sure thing! So what do you say Santana?"
"That sounds good."
"Great! Of course, we need the green light from your parents as well. Precautions and all." Susan said.
"Sure! I'll just shoot my mom a text, then I'll go let my friends know they can go."
"Sweet!" Brittany exclaimed, resulting in three pairs of eyes staring at her.
"Brittany, do you wanna come say hi to Quinn?" Santana asked, sensing the girl needed an out.
"That sounds great...yeah. Be right back."
"K hun. We'll be in the car."
They walked side by side in silence until they were about halfway to their destination when Santana spoke.
"So, your parents seem nice."
"Yeah, about them. I'm sorry you got sucked into this mess! They hear the word captain and immediately want to impress you on my behalf. Ugh. Anyway, we can come up with a story or something if you totally don't wanna go."
Santana chuckled before replying. "Nah, it's cool. You should tell them that I'm already impressed enough by their daughter."
"Wow. Umm, thanks!"
Santana didn't acknowledge her. Instead, she mentally slapped and chastised herself. After exchanging shy smiles, the duo walked the last few feet to the Toyota and approached the driver's side window.
"Hey Brittany, how are you?"
"Good, thanks. How are you?"
"Pretty good. Totally dreading practice in the morning though. You would think I'd be used to it by now!" She joked.
Brittany scrunched up her face and groaned. "You mean it doesn't get better?" She questioned.
"Ha! Not a chance!" Santana piped in, her voice laced with venom.
"Yeah. Oh, by the way, this is Rachel. Rachel, this is Brittany. She's one of the new recruits."
"Hello there!" Rachel's head popped up by Quinn's window right as Brittany leaned down, causing her to jump back in surprise right into to a laughing Santana. "As Quinn mentioned, I'm Rachel Berry. Current glee club captain, future Broadway star. Nice to meet you Brittany!"
Brittany's eyes were still wide in shock as she nodded and told Rachel it was nice to meet her as well. Still a little taken back by the hyper brunette, she stood silently next to Santana as she explained that she was going out with Brittany and would be driven home by her parents. A perfectly manicured eyebrow raise and a snide remark later, Quinn was driving away and the two girls made their way to the car.
"This might sound odd, but what's with those two. Are they...? Sorry for asking, but I just got that vibe from them"
"Not that I know of. I sure as hell tease them about it! But I think they're just in that honeymoon phase of their friendship at the moment. Like where you can't seem to get enough of someone and you just always want to be around them, you know?" Santana asked, staring at Brittany whose head was trained forward.
"Yeah, I do." Brittany's voice was a breathy whisper.