"What do you mean she's missing?" Santana is so pissed right now. Brittany couldn't have just vanished into thin air! Why don't her parents ever pay attention to where she is or what she's doing? Just because she's not as smart as her brother doesn't mean she isn't a worthwhile human being!
Mrs. Pierce is still talking on the other end of the line, but Santana decides to cut her off. "Look, Mrs. Pierce. I talked to Brittany just a few hours ago, but she never said she was going anywhere. If I were you, I would get off my butt and go figure out where the hell she is instead of calling her best friend who happens to live a few states away!"
With that, she hangs up. Typically, she tries to remain on the Pierce's good side. Heck, they're like family to her, but in this case, Santana doesn't care about anyone's feelings. She knows Brittany's only been missing for a few hours but Brittany always tells people where she's going... and Brittany's as innocent as a child. She trusts everyone; who knows what sort of trouble she's got herself into already? Of course, maybe she's over-reacting. I mean, it has only been a few hours and Brittany's not as dumb as everyone thinks she is. Maybe she just went for a drive.
She decides to call Brittany's cell just in case to see if maybe she'll pick up. Just so she knows where Brittany is, that's all.
Ring...ring...ring...
"C'mon, Britt-Britt! Pick up already!" Santana knows she's probably freaking out over nothing, but...
"Hello?"
"Brittany, where are you? Your parents are about to send the frickin' police out to look for you! Why didn't you answer when your mom called you?"
"Hi Santana! I missed you, so I decided to go look for you! Oh, and I didn't want to talk to her. Lots of people have been calling me, actually, which is kind of weird. It's like I have super-unicorn powers that make me popular all of the sudden. But you're the only one I want to talk to."
"Umm... okay. What did you mean by saying you're looking for me, Brittany? I mean, it would take you days to drive here."
"What do you mean, silly? I'm almost there! Listen, I'll talk to you in a few minutes, okay? If I keep talking to you now then I'm scared I will ruin the surprise! Sorry it took a few hours for me to get to you. I had some errands to do first. I wanted to surprise you! Now, don't call me back. I won't answer because I'm not supposed to talk so much on the phone while I'm driving. Otherwise, scary, little tigers will come and eat me. At least, that's what Kurt told me. Bye!"
"WAIT! Brittany, don't hang-"
Click.
"-up." Santana sighs and immediately re-dials but Brittany doesn't answer her. "I'm going to kill your sorry ass, Kurt, for telling her that because now she won't pick up her phone."
As c razy as it sounds, Santana checks outside the front windows of her house every few minutes since Brittany said she'd be here soon. Who knows, maybe she took a flight here? But, even then it would take more than a few hours to get here. Santana's so confused, which is frustrating because she usually understnads exactly where Brittany's coming from, even when the rest of the world looks at Brittany like she's crazy.
Brittany's not crazy. People always assume she's stupid or mentally off, but Brittany has such a unique, beautiful perspective on the world. That's the only word Santana can use to describe her Brittany: beautiful.
"Stop it, Santana! She doesn't feel that way about you, idiot." Great. Now she's starting to talk to herself. She might as well just check herself into the insane asylum now.
IF YOU GETS UP IN MY BUSINESS AGAIN, I WILL MAKE YOUR LIFE A LIVING HELL! IF YOU GETS UP IN MY BUSINESS AGAIN, I WILL-
"Hello?" Man, she really needs to change her ringtone. It's fun to watch all the dorks here give her frightened glances though when they hear it. Sometimes, she'll set it as her alarm at lunch period just for the pure joy of watching them squirm uncomfortably and inch away from her.
"Santana? Are you listening to me at all?"
"Huh? Oh, hi Kurt. Sorry, a little out of it today. What's up?"
"Do you know where Brittany is?"
Ugh. "What does everyone keep asking me that? Like I would know where the hell she is when I'm all the way over here?"
"Right. Sorry. It's just her mom just called me and she's really upset and says she doesn't know where Brittany is and Brittany won't answer her phone-"
"Yeah, about that. Listen, Kurt, if you ever tell Brittany that tigers are going to eat her because she does or doesn't do something again I will-"
"I know, I know. Kick my sorry ass all the way from over there. You're real original, do you know that, Santana?"
"Shut up. Anyway, the reason she's not answering her phone is because you told her tigers would come and eat her if she talked on the phone while driving."
Kurt chuckles but a growl from Santana cuts him off. "I remember that. Right. Where's she driving to? Why's she driving?"
"Gee... let me think. I know, she's going to Disneyland! How the hell would I know where she's going? She hung up on me!"
"Right. Well..."
"Look, she did say she was coming to visit me but I don't think she meant she's driving all the way over here. She said she was almost there. I'm confused, Kurt. Just go and look for her, okay? I know it's only been a few hours, but Brittany's innocent. She gets lost easily and I'm not there... to look after her, okay?"
"Right. I'll do that. Say, did you happen to get anything interesting in the mail recently?"
Santana's brows furrow. "Why the sudden interest in my mail, Kurt? Did someone finally realize you're a fashion disaster and manage to take pictures of you and is now sending them to everyone as revenge for some twisted, evil plot you've done?"
"Nope. Not yet... Hey! I'm not a fashion disaster, Santana. You are. I bet I can tell you what you're wearing right now."
Santana glances down at her gray sweatpants and the dance shirt that is actually Brittany's shirt. Brittany left it at her house one time after a sleepover.
"I don't really care. You're wasting time. Just go find her, okay, Kurt? I'm worried."
"Right." She thinks he's already hung up and she's about to do so as well when she hears him whisper, "gray sweatpants and that pink dance shirt of Brittany's," before hanging up. If it were any other time, she would've laughed and denied it and kept the conversation going, but she just wants to know where Brittany is. She needs to know where Brittany is. What would Santana do if something bad happened to Brittany?
Brittany is her life.
Finally, she was here. It had taken about an hour-and-a-half, but she was here. And, soon, she would get to see Santana and she could tell her everything: that Brittany loves her too and that they can work through this together. Other people do long-distance relationships, right? Brittany doesn't know why she was so silly, earlier. After her Skype conversation with Santana, she printed off a new letter and decided to go find her. Santana gave her the address, just in case. Now, she just has to find the street.
Brittany glances down at the paper with the street address in Santana's beautiful handwriting. Santana does have beautiful handwriting, not that she'd want anyone to know that. It would destroy her rough reputation. Her handwriting makes Brittany think of Santana's hands, which are about as soft as a koala bear tummy. Really, soft. Like, so..soo...
Then, she remembers she needs to look at the address. Focus, Brittany, focus.
314 Central Ave.
Easy enough. Now, where is Central Avenue? Or does that stand for average? Something that starts with ave...
Eventually, Brittany finds the street, but she can't find the house.
She looks and looks and looks, but she can't find it.
Now what does she do?
It's been a day and still no one knows where Brittany is.
Now, she has a legit reason to freak out.
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