A/N: Ask and you shall receive. Still don't know who will be endgame. This doesn't take away that there shall be Brittana and Quinntana romance though, 'cause then I'd have to rewrite everything and I already have quite a bit. But it'll be more like a mix of both until Santana figures out what she wants. And until I figure out what you guys want :D
Vskskkd: Lol, random name. You were actually completely right. :p Don't know if it'll be for this chapter yet, though.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, nor do I make profit of the show in any way. I just use the cast as my puppets for my own amusement in this story.
All mistakes are mine and I apologize in advance.
On with the story!
Why did we have to go by car? Why?
It took forever! I was getting tired of this trip already.
I looked at my watch, we were driving for 10 minutes. Oh...
So I took my iPod out of my pocket, played the fist song I saw, enabled shuffle and closed my eyes.
"Santana! Santana!" I didn't hear my mom yelling until she took my shoulders in her hands and shook me back and forth.
"I didn't do it!" I yelled as I opened my eyes.
My mother sighed, "We're here."
Oh, right. We were in the car on the way to the resort. Did I fell asleep? I never slept in the car.
When I looked out of the car window it was dark outside.
My dad went to check in. When he came back he handed me a key. "Room 573."
"I get my own room?" I smiled excitedly.
"We figured you wouldn't want to share a room with two old people." My dad smirked.
"You're damn right I wouldn't!" I joked which caused them both to roll their eyes.
While I headed for the elevator to go check out my room, my parents left their bags in some sort of guarded closet to go check out the lobby.
'Cause the first thing you do when you arrive in an awesome overly huge resort is checking out the freaking lobby. I mentally rolled my eyes at my parents.
When I stepped into the elevator my eyes met beautiful blue ones, they belonged to an even more beautiful blonde.
She smiled at me, but I just stood there, frozen in my spot.
"You gonna come in or what?" she laughed.
Her voice was the most beautiful sound I ever heard.
Why was I even thinking that? Get your shit together Lopez.
I stepped into the elevator and turned around, facing the door.
When I turned to press the button for the first floor I noticed it was already blue.
Oh great, Blondie was on the same floor as me.
We couldn't reach the fifth floor fast enough as far as I was concerned.
When the elevator made the dinging sound I stumbled to get out as quickly as I could, but fell over my own feet and hit the ground. Face first.
I heard the blonde behind me trying to contain a chuckle behind me.
Oh, aren't you the nice kind?
Then she suddenly stood in front of me and reached out her hand for me to take.
As if I didn't already have enough on my mind, my phone rang.
The blonde picked up the phone that had fallen out of my pocket and handed it over to me -still laying on the ground- but not before looking at the screen and frowning.
So you're also nosey?
I took the phone and looked at the caller ID.
'The love of my life. (Quinn)'
God, did she change that again? I thought, not even noticing the changed ring tone.
We really have to stop this prank habit. I still couldn't contain a smile. It was tiny though. You don't think I'd ever look like a lovesick teenage boy, would you? Just to be clear: I didn't. Anyone who claims different has sand in their eyes.
I pressed the green button and held the phone beside my ear.
"Quinn, you really have to stop changing your ID in my phone." I said, not even bothering to properly greet her.
"I'm glad you like it." I could practically hear her smirk.
Still I had to laugh at how good she knew me.
"Are you still not there yet?" She continued.
"Oh, Uh- I am, sorry I didn't call, I kind of fell out of the elevator," My cheeks reddened, "I wanted to call you as soon as I got to my room. I got my own room, how sweet is that?"
"Yeah, your parents told me they would get you your own. Now go unpack, I'll call you later." Typical, they tell her more than their own daughter.
We said our goodbyes and then I hung up.
I noticed the blonde still standing there, then I started thinking about the awkwardness of the situation.
I just fell out of an elevator, then took a phone call while I was still laying on the floor while a blonde girl I haven't even spoken a word to stood beside me. Probably wondering what the hell was wrong with me.
She reached out her hand again and this time I gladly took it and stood up.
"Over-worried girlfriend?" she asked.
"Oh, no- she's- she's not my girlfriend," I laughed.
She smiled and stuck out her hand again, "I'm Brittany."
"Santana," I shrugged, faking to be uninterested, 'cause honestly, the blonde sort of intrigued me.
"I couldn't help overhearing the phone call you had in front of me just two minutes ago, but I have to say I think it's indeed awesome that you have your own room."
I smiled. Yeah, it was awesome. I'm awesome. Or well, my parents. Whatever. "You don't?"
"Oh no, I'm here with my five best friends, it was cheaper if me and the two other girls shared a room and the guys shared one." She shrugged indifferently. She was so jealous that I have my own room.
"Oh." Was the best reply I could manage. What does one answer to that?
"You should meet them sometime. We could all hang out." She mentioned casually.
Urm, when did we become friends? Ugh, whatever, it's better to make some friends than to spend the entire vacation with my folks. Even though I'd rather just call Quinn the entire day to tease her about how awesome it is here. And Puck, maybe -just maybe- I'd give him a short call to. Don't want to waste my minutes.
"Sure." I tried to grab all my bags at once, but there were to many. How did I get all of them in the elevator at once? Mysteries of the universe.
"Let me help you with that."
She grabbed two bags before I could protest and followed me to my room.
I froze when I opened the door.
Yeah sure, my parents were rich and I might be a little spoiled and all that, but the last thing I'd expected was to open the door to a suite. All for myself. They probably wanted me to spend the holidays in class. Maybe I should go on vacation with my parents more often.
But seriously, who needs a suite when you're going to be alone all the time?
I looked at the blonde behind me and smirked at the sight. She stood there with her eyes wide and jaw almost dropped to the floor.
"Wow," Was all she managed to say. Only to resume staring at the room open-mouthed.
"Yeah," I smiled, "now pick up your jaw and come inside."
The blonde lightly shook her head at me and stumbled inside. She was really sweet.
She helped me unpack my stuff and we ended up talking for hours.
She was actually pretty cool, it had nothing to do with how hot she was.
No, not at all. Shut up brain!
We actually had a lot in common. Aside from the joined traits I also learned that she had a huge ball of fur at home which she referred to as 'Lord Tubbington' and that she was a dancer. That explained the legs that seemed to go on for ages.
It was 2 am when we were done talking and she somehow ended up staying the night. Well the bed was certainly big enough. I don't usually make friends this fast. Seriously, how did she end up staying here after knowing her for less than 5 hours? It must be my natural charm.
I woke up at the sight of a beautiful blonde next to me. I knew her for less than a day and she already made me feel safe. We were going to be great friends. That was for sure.
She opened her eyes and smiled at me, oh that smile, but I couldn't think about her like that. I'd only known her for a couple of hours for god's sake!
"I better go tell my friends I'm still alive," She chuckled, "Oh, you should come with me, I want you to meet them."
"Brittany, I barely know you. You could be a serial killer for all I know and you want me to meet your friends?" Her face fell a little at that.
"Relax, I'm not asking you to meet the parents. Even though I'd love to meet yours. But you let me stay in your suite, in your bed. If I wanted to kill you, I had plenty of chance." Is it just me, or did that come out a little wrong?
"I'll walk you back to your room, then I'll see them."
All Brittany did was smile, ever so sweetly. So after we both got dressed (Brittany lent shorts and a tank top to sleep in the night before) we walked to her room, which was really just 7 steps further down the hall. No, seriously.
We reached her door and I instantly felt my stomach turn around. Why did it turn around? It were just her friends. God, Lopez get a grip! But what if they don't like me? Who cares! I really had to stop this inner battle thing. I mentally rolled my eyes at myself again.
She knocked on the door and it opened immediately, revealing a girl with dark skin and obvious diva attitude. I could tell just by how she opened the door.
"Hey girl, I didn't know you planned on coming back?" she said sarcastically.
I saw Brittany rolling her eyes at the dramatic diva. "I'm sorry Mercedes, I spent the night at Santana's suite." She beamed at the word 'suite'.
The girl apparently named Mercedes raised her eyebrows at me.
"Not like that Mercedes, you don't trust any girl with me, do you?"
"Nope, boys neither by the way." She smirked.
Brittany dragged me inside before I could turn around to return to my own room.
There were 4 pairs of eyes sitting in front of me. (since Mercedes was still behind me.)
They were all so very different, there was this hobbit girl with huge man-hands, and a guy whose mouth was way to big for his face. Next to him was an Asian guy who actually looked kind of nice -well they all sort of did- and last and certainly least there was a guy who was way too tall for his own good.
Brittany introduced me to all of them. Apparently the big mouthed boy was dating the diva girl and the weird tall guy was dating man-hands.
The Asian guy was shooting me death glares. If looks could kill...
I had to ask man-hands later, she looked like she'd know such things. I kind of forgot her name, but she seemed nice.
We had a nice chat until my phone ruined it all ringing loudly.
It was my mom telling me I had to go downstairs to have breakfast with her and dad.
I asked man-hands if I could ask her something in private which earned me five confused looks and a jealous one. I don't have to mention who the jealous one came from, right?
"What's up Santana?" The hobbit asked me as soon as we were outside.
"What's up with Matt?" I cut straight to the point.
"Matt? Do you mean Mike?" She asked confused.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Your little group of friends seems really nice, but he's practically killing me with the death glares."
"Oh, Mike probably isn't really happy with Brittany staying over at random people's rooms." She shrugged, "We all know Britt is gay, but he thinks he can straighten her out."
I froze, Brittany was gay. Okay, that was some new information. Not that it mattered, or would change anything.
"She's gay?" I asked, you to confirm I heard right.
"Yes, gayer than a unicorn darting around beneath a rainbow on pride, but he's like in love with her or something." She tried to sound casual.
I didn't know what to reply so I just nodded and made my way downstairs as soon as she reentered the room.
I needed Quinn.