AU: Sorry that it took so long!
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Her house ist beautiful. She leads me into that room which will be mine for the next 2 weeks. Without saying a word, she opens the door, nods into the room and leaves.
"Where are you going?", I ask her. She just shruggs. "My room", she says nonchalant.
"Will you come back?"
Santana stops and glances at me.
"Why?", is all she wants to know.
"Uhm", I breathe. "I don't know. This is all so new to me and I was thinking about you giving me a little tour through your house and stuff?"
Santana rolls her eyes. "Well, get your shit together and I'll show you around", she finally says.
When I smile at her I can see she's trying to hide her smile. I know that she's still angry because of her car and I am still so sorry. But maybe she likes me. I mean, if she would be so upset, she wouldn't show me around and stuff.
When my suitcase is in my room, I follow her downstairs.
"This is the kitchen. Feel free to eat and drink if you want to. My mum cooks everyday after she gets from work.
Santana leaves the kitchen, then shows me the living room. "This is the living room. The place where my parents spend most of their time at home."
"What about you?", I want to know.
"I don't like hanging out with my parents", Santanas says. "Most of the time I'm in my room or at Quinns house."
"Whos's Quinn?"
"My best friend. Your friend Sam is at her house the next 2 weeks", Santana explains.
While Santana talks to me, I secretly stare at her lips. I don't know why, but I start to dream while she speaks. Everything is slower now and I can barely hear her talk.
"Uhm, Blondie?", when Santana waves her hand in front of my face, I wake up.
"Huh, what?", I ask her confused while hiding the blush on my face.
"I wanted to know if you're alright?", Santana repeats.
"Uh yeah. Yeah I'm okay", I smile. She nods, then turns on her feet. I follow her upstairs, when Santana suddenly stops. I crash into her back. "Sorry!"
"Why are you following me?", she wants to know.
"Uhm, our little tour?", I remember her.
"Our tour is over. I already showed you the house, now I'm going to my room to have some time for me", Santana says.
"You haven't showed me your room", I smile.
"Yeah, and I don't want to."
Santana hides behind the next corner and as fast as I can I follow her. Something about her tells me she likes it when I am around. And I don't know why, but I do like her around me, too.
"Santana", I whisper and she stops.
"What else, blondie?"
There it is. Whenever she talks to me, she calls me blondie. I don't know why, but it seems like she don't want to call me Brittany. Is my name so bad? I mean, why would my parents call me like that if it's a bad name?
"Why don't you call me Brittany?", I want to know. She shruggs.
"Because your hair is blonde and I like to call you blondie. You know?"
"Yeah, but what if my hair wouldn't be blonde. How'd you call me then?"
"Dunno", she smiles. "Maybe Brittany."
After Santana closes the door to her room, I grab my phone and call Sam.
"Hey Sam!", I greet him.
"Brittany, what's up? How's living with that hot chick?", he laughs.
"Oh shut up, idiot", I roll my eyes. "Do you have time? I need to go to the supermarket."
We met an hour after our phone call at Santanas house. Sam gives me a friendly hug and I'm so glad to see him. Even though Santana seems to be nice, I still need my best friend around me. "So, where's that hot chick?", he wants to know. I roll my eyes and sigh. "Stop callin' her like that. Her name's Santana."
"Don't tell me she isn't hot, because man she is!", Sam laughs. "So why isn't Santana coming with you to the supermarket?"
"Because I called you", I answer.
"Are you two fighting?", Sam seems to notice that something isn't right.
"No, not fighting", I tell him. "Come on, we need to get to the supermarket. Do you know where it is?"
"And what do you want in the supermarket? I mean, it seems like her family has a whole fridge of food at home."
Before answering him, I take one step after another and get him to follow me.
"Because I need something", I simply say.
"You won't tell me until we're there, right?", Sam says.
I give him a little smile and nod. "Yup."
"Brittany", Sam blurts out confused. "You don't need this!"
"I do need this", I say. "I need to get a new haircolor."
"Why's that? Are you crazy? You don't need to get a new haircolor. Blonde is just fine", Sam tries to convince me.
"Because Santana is-"
Before I can end my sentence, Sam interrupts me.
"What? No, no, no. Stop it. Don't tell me Santana told you to dye your hair, because if she did, I will kill her. No matter how hot she is", Sam glares at me.
"Let me speak out", I growl. "She didn't told me to, but I need another haircolor because she's constantly callin' me Blondie, instead of Brittany. And Santana told me, that maybe if I had another haircolor, she would call me Brittany. And I want her to call me Brittany instead of blondie."
"Are you serious?", Sam asks in disbelieve. "You're doing this because she doesn't calls you Brittany?"
"Uh huh", I nod.
"That's so fuckin' stupid off you", and with this words I feel my tears start to roll down my cheeks.
"Britt- I didn't mean to- I'm sorry", Sam instandly says. He knows what this words do to me and the moment he realizes what he just said, he regret it. But I am to hurt to understand.
Instead of saying how much he hurt me, I shove the product against his chest and run out of the supermarket.
If I wouldn't have so much problems with finding the way back, I would've run back.
But the tears in my eyes didn't make it better and with a blurry vision I hide behind the next corner, sink on the ground and start sobbing. "Asshole", I whisper to myself. I hoped that he would understand me, but instead he judges me. Like all the other people around me. They judge me even if they don't know me. I hate being treated like this.
The worst thing in this moment is, not to know how to get back. I could get back to the supermarket, ask an employee how to get back or search for Sam. He knows the way. But Sam hurt me and the last person I want to see right now is himself.
I don't know why, but there's just one person right now I want to have near me.
So I took my phone and dial the number.
Her number.