Santana's P.O.V:
I didn't go out that night with Brittany. I texted her saying that I felt ill, and we'd go out some other time. The truth was, I just couldn't face her. I don't know why to be honest; was it because of Quinn being in New York, or the fact that she lied to me? I had a feeling it was a mixture of both.
I slept on and off that night, and the times that I was unconscious, I would dream of only Quinn. It wasn't much of a dream; I just saw her face; her creamy skin, her striking hazel eyes, her perfect smile. But then, slowly and gradually, her features would dissolve, so instead I only saw Britt's face, and that was what shocked me out of my slumber, every time.
I finally got up at 8am. I went straight to the bathroom for some aspirin, as my head was throbbing from lack of sleep. I peered at myself in the mirror and grimaced at my pale face, bloodshot eyes and bird's nest hair.
"I look fucking awful," I groan. And then I remember-I have that fucking stupid interview with fucking RETRO magazine at fucking 11am.
"Fucking hell. I need Jenna," I swallow an aspirin before heading back to my bedroom for my phone. I grab it and quickly call my hair and makeup stylist.
"Hey, Jenna? Hope this isn't too early, but this is an emergency. I have a magazine thingy at RETRO in less 3 hours, and I look dog awful! Bring Lolli as well, I have literally no idea what to wear, my head is banging, I'm exhausted and I'm pretty shaken up from something that happened yesterday," I breathe heavily when I finish speaking. Jenna seems slightly stunned as she takes all the information in, but she replies soon enough.
"Um, Tana, sweetie, calm down, okay? Me and Lol will be there in ten, don't you worry your pretty little head, honey pie!" Jenna's southern drawl relaxes me and I smile a little, despite everything that's going on.
"Thanks, J," I hang up and flop back onto my bed. I don't allow my thoughts to wander back to the two blondes; it's too early to think about something like that.
I am incredibly grateful for the people in my life-Britt (although I don't know what the fuck is going on), Jenna, Lolli, Nate, my parents, my record label...I can really count on them. They got me to where I am right now.
The buzzer goes off, which surprises me-it's only been two minutes since I called Jenna. I stand up cautiously, not wanting to cause anymore pain in my head. I pick up the phone, which is located by the door.
"Hello, Santana Lopez?" I say, running my fingers through my hair delicately, hoping to flatten it down a bit.
"S-San...it's Britt,"
I try to remain calm. The phone nearly slips out of my hands, which are now covered in a cold sweat. I'm suddenly struggling to speak.
"B-Britt?" I stumble over my words. "H-hey, what d-do you want?"
"Um...can I come up?"
I mutter a yes; press the intercom button to unlock the door, before leaning against the wall.
Oh my God...is Quinn with her?
I run my hands through my raven coloured hair and squeeze my eyes shut. Fuck, fuck, fuck. This was all going way to fast; everything was totally normal and not confusing before Quinn fucking Fabray showed up. I looked down and realized with horror that I was still wearing my tatty pyjamas-a slightly too small white vest and grubby, lime green short-shorts. Britt wouldn't mind, but what if Quinn was there?
I let out a scream of frustration before sprinting up the stairs. I tugged my PJs off before climbing into cropped jeans and a Rolling Stones t-shirt. I piled my hair up on my head, seconds before I heard Britt knocking at the door. I ran back downstairs, praying to God that I looked decent, cursing the fact that my flat is two storeys, before pulling the door open to reveal my blonde best friend.
"Britt! Hey!" I try to keep the anxiety out of my voice, but Brittany doesn't seem to notice. Instead, she engulfs me in a massive hug.
"I love you, Sanny; you're the best unicorn in the world!" She exclaims and I smile, feeling my face soften. Britt has this power over me; even when I'm in the shittiest mood, she can always make me feel so happy. When I'm tough and harsh to other people, she's the only one I would never dream of hurting. God, I love her so much, but...not the way she loves me.
"I love you too, baby girl," I pull away from her, smiling softly. Britt grins back at me, big blue eyes shining happily. "Now, what did you want, B?"
"Well, I was passing your building cos I just finished at the gym," She gestured down at her sweat pants, hoodie, trainers and messy blonde hair. I nod. "And I thought maybe you could make me some pancakes?"
I laugh before explaining that I am unfortunately still out of pancake mixture, as she ate all of it last time. Britt pouts comically before giggling, which I join in with. I don't feel as anxious anymore, nor as awkward. I breathe a sigh of relief; Britt really does relax me.
"Jenna and Lolli will be here soon to fix me up before my interview with RETRO." I say, walking into the kitchen. Britt follows, and sits up on the countertop, watching as I pull out bread, mayo, cheese, ham and salad out of various cupboards and the fridge. "Do you wanna come with me to the interview? You would just have to sit somewhere, though, and do nothing, unless you bring your phone or a book of some sort," I grab a chopping board from the cupboard above the oven, lay it on the countertop beside B, before turning to her, awaiting an answer.
"Um..." She seems distracted, her eyebrows knitted together, staring straight ahead, not at me. "I don't think I can. I gotta um, do some...cleaning. My apartment's a mess," I can tell she's quite obviously lying, but I say nothing. Instead, I turn back to making sandwiches for me and Britt.
There's suddenly a buzz that comes from the intercom, which jolts both me and my best friend out of our separate day dreams. Brittany hops down from the countertop before wandering over to the intercom. She grabs the phone and speaks into it.
"Hello? Lopez residence," She speaks smoothly and sweetly. She waits a bit as she listens to the person on the other line. "Sure, come on up, Santana is waiting for you!" She presses the button before coming to back to her previous location.
"J and Lol?" I guess and Britt nods. I carefully place the second piece of white bread on top of the filling, before cutting it in half and handing the plate to Britt, who immediately takes a huge bite out of the sandwich. She moans happily. I laugh at her expression. I bite into my own sandwich and imitate Brittany's sexual noises-although, to be honest, the sandwich is fricking delicious, if I do say so myself.
The front door suddenly opened and Jenna's Texan drawl filled the apartment.
"Hey, y'all!" Jenna bounded in, Lolli coming in shortly after, grinning at her bubbly best friend. Jenna could be very much like Britt sometimes, although more streetwise and sassy, also incredibly feisty. J pulled me into a tight hug, and then to Brittany. Lolli waited for her best friend to move before following suit.
"We'll go set up in your bedroom, babe, join us when you're ready," The two girls left, leaving just me and Brittany to finish scoffing their sandwiches. I looked over at Brittany, who now had mayonnaise all down her chin, with ham and salad hanging out of her mouth, and smiled softly.