AU: I am so creative at the moment so I need to upload this chapter now. I hope you liked the last ones? Tell me if you want. I would be happy to know! I've been trying to let Santana get a little nicer to Brittany but at the same time be 'Santana' (You know, cold, bitchy a.s.o.) It's difficult to write but I hope i got it.
"All Lima Heights, huh?", I asked her while lifting my eyebrows. Santana lets out a short laugh and nods. She looks cute. She has a cute smile. Why didn't I noticed before? Maybe because she hadn't smiled at me a lot.
"What does that mean?", I wonder.
"Well", Santana breathes. "I grew up in a part of Lima called Lima Heights. You know, before my dad became a popular surgeon. I used to help myself without calling my parents all the time. When there was a boy who called me bad names, I punched him instead of running to my dad or my mum and tell them what happened."
When she notice my confused expression, she goes on. "That's why I tell people I go all Lima Heights on them, because that's what people do there. They help theirselfs, when they have to. They punch other people when they need to defend themselfs."
"Ahh", I understand. Seems like Santana knows how to defend herself.
"When my dad got a new job, we moved here", that's when I realize we're in her driveway. She takes a deep breath and leans back into her seat.
"It's a nice house", I say. "I like it."
"Yeah, it's nice", she shruggs. "Plus I am living near to Quinn and Puck."
"Who's Puck?"
Lately Santana mentions a lot of new names of people I've never met.
"Uhm", Santana seems to get nervous. "You will get to know him soon", she says.
After a short pause she goes on.
"Hot guy, football player. You know", she shruggs.
"Is he…your boyfriend?"
"Oh no!", she laughs. "No, no, no. We hook up sometimes, when we get bored. But he's absolutely not my boyfriend."
This statement makes my stomach grumble. Why does it feels good to know she's single but at the same time so bad to hear that she has sex with him now and then?
I roll my eyes and hope she didn't notice.
"So, trouthy mouth and you", Santana whispers. "He's your boyfriend?"
For a moment I think about telling her yes, just to see how she would react. But then I know lying to her wouldn't be a good start after what happened. So I tell her the truth.
"Hell no", I smile. "Sam's just my best friend."
"No sex?"
"Santana!"
She laughs. "I'm sorry", she winks at me.
"But no, no sex", I finish my answer.
"Boring", she giggles, then gets out of her car.
"Look, I don't need to have sex with him", I tell her when I step out of her car.
"I don't want to ruin our friendship."
"Sex doesn't ruin your friendship", Santana fumbles with her hand in the air. "It just makes it better."
"And you know that because…?"
"Because I have sex with one of my closest friends. See, I don't want to be with him and he don't want to be with me. We just have fun from time to time."
"Did he ever told you he don't want to be with you? Who knows? Maybe he likes you more than just a fuckbuddy and hopes that you feel something, too?", I ask her when we get to the front door.
"I haven't. But trust me, Puckerman is nobody who wants to have a relationship. He likes to fuck every girl in school. And now another topic, my parents wait inside for you."
After our little small talk, I totally forgot that I haven't met her parents yet. Slowly I begin to get nervous. Santana seems to notice, because she lifts her eyebrow and grins. "Are you nervous?", she asks me amused and crosses her arms.
"Uh- I- I- no", I stutter. She nudges me softly against my upper arm and winks.
"You don't have to. My parents are super friendly most of the time. I just don't like hanging out with them much. Because they are my parents, you know? Who likes hanging out with their parents."
"I like to", I whisper. "My parents are like friends to me. We spend much time together."
It's weird. When we first met, Santana didn't like me. She gave me that feeling, that I was unwanted and annoying. Then, after my little fight with Sam, she was super nice to me like we're friends for a long time. She didn't call me blondie anymore and tries to comfort me now when I have to met her parents. What changed her mind so bad?
"Okay, Britt. Come on", she links her pinky with mine and smiles. "We should go in. It's getting kinda strange staying outside."
It's this little gesture from her, that's making me dizzy. Whenever she touches me, my body shivers.
Santana opens the door and I follow her inside. Before I can say a word, an older woman appears in front of us, clasping her hands and smiles. "Santana, there you are!", she breathes.
That's when she notices me. "Oh and you must be Brittany."
I shake hands with Santanas Mum and nod. "Yup. Brittany Pierce. Nice to meet you", I smile.
"Nice to meet you, too", Mrs Lopez answers. Then she sees us linking pinkies. "Oh, seems like you girls already become friends." There's a short silence before she continues. "Santana always had problems making friends, she-"
"Mum!", Santana cuts her off. She lets go of my pinky and crosses her arms. "Stop telling her stories about me, don't bore her to death."
"Mija", her mum smiles. "Don't be so mean to me."
"I'm not."
"Well, well, well", suddenly a mans voice appears. "Isn't that my little girl?"
There's an older man coming from the living room to the corridor, holding his arms wide open.
"Santana, darlin'. Where'd you been?", then he takes a look at me. "Oh, you brought a friend."
Before her can pull her in for a hug, he shakes my hand and tells me that he's Santanas dad.
"Nice to meet you, Mr Lopez. My name's Brittany. Brittany Pierce. I am the exchange student from Lima."
"Ahh!", he notices. "Right. Santana had to get you from the airport because my wife and I had to work."
Mr Lopez glances at his wife, smiles and puts his arm around her waist. Then he gives her a little peck on the cheek.
"Okay, enough is enough", Santana says. Her hand is rubbing softly against her forehead. Then she takes my head so I have to follow her upstairs.
"Lunch is ready in 20 minutes", is all I can hear before her door closes.
Santana had took me into her room. For the first time. Although she told me she didn't want to show me her room. I take a look around her room and the first thing I notice are her dark walls. They're nearly black.
Slowly I make my way to her bed where Santana already sits leg crossed and watches me intently.
"You can sit down, if you want", she mumbles.
"Thanks", I whisper, then sit down. We're sitting in silence for some minutes. Bashfully smiling at each other now and then.
"What did your mother mean with you making hardly friends?", I ask her softly.
Her eyes get harder and I gulp embarrased. Maybe it wasn't a good question to ask. I'm sure Santana will throw me out of her room any second without hesitating.
"My mum says a lot when the day is long", Santana shruggs. "I don't need friends. I've always been alone. Maybe that's why she thinks I can hardly make friends."
"Yeah, but you have Quinn and Puck", I remember her. She nods. "Yeah."
Not sure if I can say this right now, I whisper so that she hardly can hear. "And me."
When her eyes meet mine and her lips curl softly into a warm smile, I know she heard me.
But it's a good feeling, seeing her smile because of my words. Even if she don't say any word, I understand what she wants to say.