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Sam sleeps the whole flight and so do I. When I wake up, he's still asleep. Sam looks so relaxed while his head rests on my shoulder. When the stewardess begins to talk, I nudge him softly against his shoulder. Sam lets out a yawn and rubs his eyes.
"Mh what?", he mumbles.
"Good morning, sleeping beauty", I giggle. "We're almost there." He shifts in his seat and runs his fingers through his hair. "Wow. That's fast", he smiles.
"See? Told ya", I smile back.
"Yeah", he sighs. "You were right."
"So happy we're finally in Arizona", Sam sighs when we enter the big hall. I nod and follow him to the place where we will get our suitcases. He gives me mine and takes his own.
"And how do we know where to go now?", Sam asks me. I shrug. "Dunno", I tell him honestly. "All I know is that my host family is called Lopez and Mr Shuester told me they will get us from the airport", I tell him.
"Yeah, Mr Shuester told me, too", Sam says. "Mine is called Fabray. But I don't know how they look like."
"Me neither."
"What are we doing now?", Sam asks me.
"Get the fuck out of my way", somebody suddenly growl. Theres a super good looking young woman a few metres away from us. She is yelling at this boy who looks like he just crashed into her. The brunette glares at him, then takes her mobile phone which lies on the floor and huffs.
"Wow", Sam breathes. "Such a bitch but she is so hot."
I slap him softly against his upper arm. "Sam!", I hiss at him. "That's so typical!"
"Well", he grins. "Look at me. I am a boy. Sorry but that's my nature. I mean, look at her. She's hot! C'mon Britt. You can't tell me she's not!"
Yeah, Sam was right. She is hot. But that's not our biggest problem now. She seems like a bad person and we were searching for our host families, which were nowhere to see.
"I would kill for having her in my host family", Sam adds.
I roll my eyes and ignore his next sentences. Even though Sam is my best friend, he sometimes seem to be like all the other boys.
"Uh, hi", a voice suddenly speaks. When I turn around I look into the most beautiful brown eyes I've ever seen. It's the girl with the bad attitude. "Are you Brittany? Brittany Pierce?", she asks me and I can see Sam staring at us with an open mouth.
"Uh, yeah?", I softly nod. "And you are?"
"Santana Lopez", she informs me. "My parents couldn't make it so I drove to get you from the airport."
When I look to Sam I instandly know what he's thinking. I shoot him a serious stare, then turn to Santana again.
"Well uh, Sam here", I nod to him, "is waiting for his host family to get him, too."
Santana crosses her arms and raises a brow. "Aaaaand?"
"And I'd like to know if you could tell him where they are?"
"Look blondie. Do I look like freakin' god? What's his host family name and what's throuthy mouth name?", she hisses.
I don't know what's wrong with her and why she's being so mean to us. I was friendly to her, why is she unfriendly to me?
"His host family name is Fabray and that's Sam. Sam Evans", I answer, trying to sound a little bit pissed.
Santana looks like she's deep in thoughts. Then she turns around, raises one hand and let us know, that we should wait a minute. She dials a number, then begin to speak into her mobile phone. I don't exactly understand what she says because it is too loud here but I guess she's talking to Sams host family.
When she turns around again, she looks less angry.
"They'll be here in a minute", Santana says. "C'mon blondie, we're driving home."
With that Santana turns around and walks to the exit. As quickly as I can, I hug Sam, kisses him on the cheek and tell him to text him as soon as I arrive. He waves goodbye and tells me to do so.
"Why were you so mean to him?", I ask her when we arrive her car. She turns to me an shruggs. "He ran into me and I nearly broke my phone", she breathes. "He deserves it."
"Nobody deserves something like that", I tell her. "I'm sure he didn't did it on purpose. You should had been nice to him."
Santana rolls her eyes. "Gimme your bag", she cuts me off.
"Look, blondie", she begins.
"It's Brittany", I correct her.
"Whatever."
"Look, I don't need someone who tells me the next two weeks to be nice to strangers. I can look after myself, okay?"
She sounds so angry and pissed so I nod.
It's just 20 minutes to her home. The music is playing loud in her car and I don't even try to talk to her. It's obvious that Santana don't like me and I pray that these 2 weeks are gone soon.
"Home, sweet home", Santana whispers when she parks her car in the gateway. I lift my head and look around. It's a very nice house and the garden in front of it looks even nicer. I bet her mum is something like a florist because the flowers in front of us are so beautiful and their colours are so bright and so alive.
"Wow", I whisper. I can see Santana watching me in the corner of her eye but I try to pretend that I didn't noticed. Instead I get off the car and back to the luggage space to get my suitcase.
"Let me", Santana stops me before I can grab my bad. I look at her confused and raise one of my eyebrows. She seems to understand my confusion, so she continue. "I don't want to have any scratches on my car."
I watch her in disbelieve for some seconds before I shake my head and sigh. Then I take my bag. "You're acting like I'm stupid like bread and not able to get my suitcase without ruining your car."
"Because it's the truth", she hisses.
"Fuck you!"
Just in this moment I loose balance and the bag is scratching her car. My eyes widen with shock and my breath caught.
"Uh- I don't - I mean- Sorry, I didn't want to-", I begin to stutter. I'm so sorry. I didn't meant to ruin her car but instead I did.
Santana looks really angry and her breath is faster than before.
"I told you, didn't I? Why can't you just let it be and let me get your suitcase? Tell me, blondie!", Santana growls.
"Santana I'm-"
"I know! Fuck I know you're sorry but that doesn't make it better. Look at this! Do you know how much this will cost?", Santana looks so pissed it scares the shit out of me.
"I'll pay it", I whine. "Please, don't be mad at me."
Santana let's out a deep breath. "Get in. My parents should be home in a minute."
"Santana-"
"Leave me alone. Get lost. Now", are her last words. I lower my head and take my suitcase. While Santana gets on her knees to look at the scratch, I make my way to her house. I feel guilty but at the same time not. Maybe this is something she deserve. I mean she wasn't nice to me or to Sam or to this stranger and somewhen everybody gets what they deserve. Maybe this is what Santana deserves.
I stop at her front door and look to Santana. She's already making her way to me. I can say that she's really pissed and somehow I can understand her. She opens the door and I follow her inside.