I don't remember much of the proceedings after I had found Rachel that night. We just managed to stumble into the same room. A lot of her friends had gone home, leaving only Kurt and her holding each other up. I don't remember how I got home or who I got home with, until I opened my eyes and saw the nose of Rachel Berry pressed against my own.
I startled and rolled away, thunking onto the hardboard floor below. I looked around, trying to gather myself, before I tasted the foul after tang of stale alcohol. I climbed to my feet and staggered to the bathroom, feeling woozy whilst I brushed my teeth.
"Oh, hello Santana." I spun as Kurt sauntered into the bathroom, my bathroom and started to check his hair in the mirror. He had on fresh clothes, and looked like he just spent a whole winter hibernating instead of three hours of sleep.
"Hey…" I started. I didn't know what else to say so I finished brushing and tied my hair up, watching as Kurt primped away.
"So plan of action, wake Rachel up and head to mine, everyone will be there and we can get some decent food in us. You in?" Kurt asked as he tucked his shirt into his very tight purple trousers.
I had to smile internally a little at how I was being included in their plans. It made me feel warm and welcome to know that I was allowed, even in the light of day, to join in with what was obviously a tight bunch of friends.
"Sounds good, I needz me some meat, and fast." I slipped into my ghetto voice and snapped my fingers, much to the delight of Kurt who giggled as he followed me out of the bathroom and back over to the couch Rachel and I must've slept on last night.
"Rachel, up, up, up. We're leaving." Kurt shook the shorter girl awake, who jumped slightly and croaked out that she had to change.
Kurt sighed and motioned for her to hurry. I looked at my own outfit and noticed I must've changed into some sweats and a t-shirt. Yet I couldn't make it to my own bed. I wondered whether I looked ok enough for breakfast with Rachel's friends, but once I saw the girl herself walk out in a similar outfit, I realised that it must just be super casual.
"Alright let's go, I could murder a bacon sandwich right now." Rachel groaned as she grabbed her keys.
"You're Jewish." Kurt pointed out.
"Yes thank you Kurt, I am aware, I said could not that I would." Rachel argued. God now I need a bacon sandwich too.
/
"God Puck, could you get any grosser than right now?" We entered Kurt's apartment to the shrill voice of Quinn, coming from the large living room. We walked through to see everybody seated around a coffee table, bodies slung over chairs and each other.
"Hey guys, Jesus Berry you look like hell." Mercedes pointed out as she raised her head from Sam's shoulder. Both were sitting there with sunglasses on.
"What is wrong with everybody today?" Rachel cried out as she flung herself into a tall boy's arms. He grabbed her and dopily looked around the room, patting her on the back.
Rachel lifted her head and looked at me. "Santana this is Finn by the way." I nodded at the boy, who waved back as best he could. Quinn patted the seat next to her, with her legs slung over Puck, she, much like Kurt, looked completely refreshed.
"God when are we getting food guys?" Sam whined as he threw his head back.
"Tina texted, they're going to be like ten minutes. I wonder if they know the lift is broken. I might go and wait for them, help carry Artie's wheelchair." Mike said as he stood up.
"Yeah and who's got Artie?" Finn said.
"Brittany can lift him up." Puck stated as he cracked his knuckles, much to the annoyance of Quinn.
"No Puck, go help Mike." Quinn ordered, staring down at the boy as he looked back. He rolled his eyes and got up, following Mike out of the apartment.
"Who are Artie and Brittany?" I asked Quinn.
"More friends," she stated "that's it though, you've met us all."
"Were they there last night?" I asked, curious as to why I hadn't met them yet.
Quinn nodded as she stretched her legs out. "Yeah, Artie was a DJ in one of the rooms, Brittany was there too. You might not have seen her though."
"How come?"
Quinn looked at me, tilting her head to the side. "It doesn-"
"Hey people, never fear, food is here!" A boy in a wheelchair rode into the room, lifting two bags in the air. People started cheering as Puck and Mike came walking back in.
"Alright let's get some plates." Mercedes said as she, Rachel and Finn all went into what I assumed to be the kitchen.
A taller girl came ambling into the living room, this must be Brittany. She had blonde hair tied into a lazy bun, black jeans, a black top and a black leather jacket on, topped off with aviator sunglasses. Damn this bitch looked fierce.
She walked over to Quinn and kissed her on the head. Quinn looked up and smiled. "Hey B. Looking good."
"Thanks Quinn. Feeling it today." She peered at me over her sunglasses, her blue eyes coming into view. They looked foggy, like the electricity had dimmed. Her cheeks were quite sallow and her collarbone jutted out. Her skin had a greying tinge to it too.
"Who's this?" Brittany asked, nodding her head at me as she went over to Tina, resting her head on Tina's and wrapping her arms around the Asian.
"This is Santana, Rachel's roommate; she was at your party last night." Kurt explained.
Wait? Brittany's party? She organised that party?
"Alright we got food, food and more food!" Artie called out as the remaining group came back in, carrying plates laden with food. Brittany stared at me for a second, no emotion on her face…
Hold up. Was that girl I spoke to last night Brittany? They certainly looked alike from what I remembered. And were the same height and build. Why didn't she mention anything?
She walked over to Artie and sat on his lap as people started to eat. Everybody started talking about the party last night, who they saw there, where they all went.
"I'm telling you Artie, that was the most fire I've ever seen you give. God man people were bouncing all over the place." Mike explained, gesturing wildly with his hands.
"B, man you outdid yourself. Best one this year, for sure." Puck said as he stuffed more food into his mouth. Quinn rolled her eyes and daintily cut her bacon up.
Brittany smiled tightly at the boy, taking her sunglasses off and looking at me before turning her attention back to Puck. "Yeah, well, as long as you all had fun."
They all nodded and put their thumbs up. I noticed Brittany's voice was very soft. She didn't have to shout to get the attention of this rowdy crew, they would just all pay attention when she spoke. It was like they were all over the place when she wasn't around, but as soon as she walked into the room, the pull of her sent them into place, like planets gravitating around the Sun.
"So, Santana. Did you enjoy yourself?" Brittany looked at me once again, her lips curving ever so slightly upwards as I stopped chewing and looked around. I gulped my food down and nodded my head.
"I did. I hadn't ever been to something like that, I can't believe you put it on." I explained, trying but failing to look everywhere but Brittany. This girl was super intimidating and I didn't really know why. You could just feel the power she had over these people.
"Yeah Santana is from Ohio, you don't have BP parties in Ohio." Puck said, raising his hand and high fiving Sam.
Brittany looked over at him, "Maybe we should change that." She smirked.
"There ain't no way Britt, Ohio wouldn't get it." Tina said, shaking his head.
"What do you think Santana? Think Ohio could handle it?" Brittany asked me. Her voice dragging out my name.
"I think… that there is a reason I came to New York instead of staying there." I said, looking down when I finished.
"Ooooh she got you there girl." Mercedes said, snapping her finger and Brittany raised an eyebrow at me.
"Well then it's settled, no Ohio." Mike said.
I was a little confused as to whether they were being serious or not.
"Hey, who wants to dye their hair?" Brittany asked. Okay, that was puzzling. Firstly the change of subject and secondly, what a weird question to ask, but no one seemed perplexed as they all started laughing and volunteering, Kurt said he could do it for people and Rachel was the only one who said no, because of her career, to which everyone rolled their eyes at.
"What colours should I get B?" Quinn asked, getting up and putting her jacket on.
"Hmm get the colours of the rainbow, let's bring some joy up in here." Brittany said, sighing as Finn handed her a glass of water.
Quinn came back in under ten minutes, a bag from the pharmacy under her arm as she showed off all the colours she had gotten, everyone picking one to go with.
"Hey Santana, you joining in?" Brittany asked me as she picked up a purple box and looked at the back.
I balked. I couldn't dye my hair, this was completely crazy. I'd look insane walking down the street with bright blue hair or something. "Oh er, no. That's ok."
Brittany stared at me, as if she was trying to read my mind. "Why?"
Why? Why didn't I dye my hair? Because it was ridiculous, I would look ridiculous. And I had a job. And auditions.
"I don't think my boss would like it, plus I also have auditions coming up."
"Suit yourself" Brittany muttered. I felt uncomfortable. It felt disconcerting to have this girl be annoyed at me. Like I had to make up for it somehow. Jesus I didn't even know the girl.
"Don't mind her, she just doesn't like conforming to what society deems as acceptable." Tina explained.
"Alright who's got what?" Rachel asked.
Kurt and Sam held up red hair dye, Artie, Mike, Tina and Finn held up blue hair dye, Mercedes and Quinn held up Pink, and Brittany held up purple.
"Hey can I have liked a rainbow coloured Mohawk?" Puck asked Kurt.
"Yes Puck! That sounds amazing." Brittany squealed.
"Sure, I could do that." Kurt said.
For the rest of the morning, people took turns sitting in the chair as Kurt dyed their hair. It was so odd to see a group of people do this just because a girl had a whim. Everybody looked crazy, but they didn't seem to care as they laughed and joked with each other.
"So B, is there anything coming up?" Mercedes asked as she ran her hands through Sam's now vivacious red hair.
Brittany pondered for a moment. "Maybe at the end of this week, there may be something at the upper east place. I'm not sure at the moment. I've got to be somewhere tomorrow, but we could do something tonight."
"Ugh I don't think I can drink again, I feel like I'm drowning in sweat right now." Rachel groaned.
"Me and Mike have plans tonight, but the Manhattan party sounds good, I enjoy them." Tina explained.
"Yeah I'll sort something out. And I think I know what we can do. You in Santana?" Brittany asked, a grin forming on her face.
"Oh she's in, I think this one will be a secret firecracker." Quinn said.
I watched everyone watching me. I was a little nervous to be the centre of attention, especially with Brittany piercing her gaze at me.
"Well, let's find out." Brittany whispered.
/
After lunch, everybody had things to do. Luckily I had the next two days off work so I didn't have to worry about that for a while. Rachel and I took a cab home, whilst she got ready to do an evening shift at a coffee shop, I took a nap.
I didn't realise how much I had enjoyed myself in everybody's company until I really sat there and thought about the day. I couldn't stop thinking about Brittany. I couldn't work her out which annoyed me to no end. Her friends seemed to love her a lot to go along with her hair dye idea which is what I couldn't get. She wasn't like a high school mean girl in which everyone wants to hang around with even though she's a bitch, but she had such a command over everyone in the room. It was a mystery. I didn't even want to ask Rachel and risk pissing her off and not being allowed to come out with them again.
It was obviously no secret that she was also beautiful, but I couldn't help but notice a certain sadness or dullness in her eyes. Or the way people seemed to pacify her, like she was going to break. Maybe she's an emotional wreck or something. There's got to be something about her.
I looked over at the clock, Quinn was coming to pick me up in an hour. I didn't know where we were going, but I was excited to spend the evening with everyone. I never really made plans without knowing the full details so going with the flow was not how I rolled.
I got up and got ready, wrapping up warm seeing as New York around November can freeze your tits off. My phone buzzed, showing a message from Quinn. She was going to be here in ten minutes which meant I had to rush to finish off.
I hear a buzz about fifteen minutes later, just as I had finished brushing my teeth, and opened the door to a wrapped up Quinn. Her pink hair was sticking out of her beanie, she already had pink in her hair before today, but now all the blonde was completely gone, replaced by a shocking magenta that actually suited her well.
"Hey, you ready? It's just going to be us, Brittany, Puck and Kurt. Everyone else is busy tonight." Quinn explained as we left my apartment building.
"That's fine, do you know where we're going?" I asked. I didn't mind a smaller group of people tonight, it can be hard keeping up with everyone.
"Kind of. I know where we're meeting, I don't know what Brittany has planned. I never really do, who knows with that girl." Quinn said as we went down to the subway.
"Is she always…so…" I trailed off, trying to find the right words to describe her.
"Yes. She is. If you asked me to describe Brittany to someone, it would be impossible to put her into words. But that's the whole point. She can't be boxed or labelled. She doesn't play by anybody's rules, it's how she lives." Quinn explained.
"Was she annoyed that I didn't dye my hair?" I asked. It had been playing on my mind and I needed to know.
Quinn sighed. "No, she doesn't ever make any of us do things we don't want to do. Sometimes she doesn't understand why we all don't seize the day, all day, every day. But then again, she has a different perspective on the world. She wasn't annoyed Santana, but she probably just has a hard time understanding that sometimes, we need to think about things like work, or money, or what people think of us."
Quinn's explanation of Brittany fit what I had thought of her. "What does everyone do, for jobs and stuff?" I asked.
"Well, Rachel you know, most of us are in our last years at college. Kurt goes to the Fashion Institute of Technology and works as a photographer's assistant, Mercedes, Finn and I go to NYU. Mercedes is taking vocal performance but she also has a part time job working as a receptionist at some law company, Finn is taking kinesiology and he's doing a placement year as a physiotherapist and I take psychology. Sam is a fitness trainer at a gym down the road from his apartment, Mike goes to Juilliard, he's an incredible dancer, Tina is working full time as a carer and Artie is working the DJ circuit. Oh and Puck works at a bar, which is perfect for him." Quinn explained.
"What about Brittany?" I wondered.
"Oh well Brittany was at college with us, she took a media course, but she decided to drop out just at the end of her second year. And now she's just… finding her calling I guess." Quinn said.
"I dropped out of college too, my last year and I just couldn't do it anymore." I said.
"Back in Ohio? Rachel says you're trying out for auditions." Quinn looked at me.
"Yeah, I mean, I know it's hard but…"
"…But you've got to follow your dream. And now look at you!" Quinn exclaimed.
I smiled at Quinn. "So how did you all become friends in school?"
"Oh well now that's a story. Well me and Brittany have been friends since we were like four, and she was in the dance club with Mike. He was on the football team with Puck and Finn. Kurt is Finn's step-brother. Rachel and Tina were in the theatre programme with Kurt. Mercedes has been friends with Rachel since they were babies and Artie and Tina dated through high school. It's really like that Kevin Bacon six steps to something game." Quinn rattled off.
"Wow, that's crazy, and you just all became friends like that?"
"Kind of," Quinn explained, "Some of us were deemed popular and we all hung out, but Brittany, being Brittany wanted to change that and integrated everyone. And no one would talk smack about Brittany. She was too nice to everyone. Nobody hated her. Plus they would have to deal with me and Puck. And I was head cheerleader so…"
I nodded. Brittany did seem the sort to do something like that.
"How about you? You leave any friends out in Ohio, any significant other?" Quinn asked as the train made its way into Manhattan.
I sighed. "Not really, I haven't really been in a relationship. Growing up in Ohio as a lesbian was hard. I had friends in high school, made some in college, but nothing major. Nothing like your group of friends."
Quinn nodded. "I get that, we've all been through a lot together, really the odds of us being friends and staying friends were so stacked against us sometimes I realise how lucky I am. Also, I'm grateful that Kurt and Brittany grew up here. I couldn't imagine what it would've been like for them to come out in a close minded town."
"Brittany's gay?" I asked.
"She's bi, which was never a shock to us. I don't actually think she ever came out, she didn't need to. Kurt did, but again, he didn't need to. They never got shit from anybody, mainly because we supported them, but also because our high school wasn't that bad. There might be a few comments, but we shut that down pretty quick."
I nodded. I wish I had gone to high school with these people. I followed Quinn as she got up when our station came into view, 47th-50th Street. We got off and walked up to the street, walking all the way to the plaza. I had been here once, when I first arrived in New York and tried to do some touristy things, although it got pretty lonely quite quickly.
"Alright, they should be here by now." Quinn muttered, craning her neck to look around.
"Just look for a rainbow mohawk, a red quiff or bright purple hair" I joked as I looked around too.
A pair of hands covered my eyes and a voice whispered in my ear, "Now now Santana, we know you love my hair."
I jumped and spun around. "Puck!" I smacked him on the back of the head.
"Ow! Jesus San." He rubbed his rainbow mohawk
"Why would you scare me like that! You got a death wish?" I smacked him on the arm again as he cowered away from me.
"Damn, feisty girl." Brittany whispered as she came up to us. She smiled at me as I gave her a small smile back. Her purple hair peeking out from under a slouchy beanie. She was wearing native patterned harem pants, and a t-shirt with an oversized flannel. It could have been a disaster, but for some reason she pulled it off really well.
"So Britt, where we going?" Kurt asked, pulling his collar up to his ears.
Brittany grinned and turned around, she pointed to the top of the Rockefeller building. " Up there."
Puck, Quinn and Kurt looked at each other. "Seriously? That's your big plan, the top of the rock?"
I looked up. I had never been there before, so was quite excited to see the view.
Brittany turned back around. "We live in one of the greatest cities in the world, we've explored corners of all the five boroughs. But not once have we gone to the top of the rock together. Just because it's a touristy thing to do, doesn't mean it's no less New York than going to some coffee shop in Greenwich. Come on guys!" Brittany smiled as she explained her choice. She gave a passionate speech that seemed to get the others on board as they sighed and followed her into the building.
Quinn and Puck walked ahead, with Quinn rubbing Puck's mohawk and laughing. I wondered if those two had something going on, they made sense, in a weird twilight zone way. Kurt trailed behind us, on the phone to his colleague at the photographer's studio, wrapping up some issues that they had. Brittany, came up beside me, matching my stride as we walked through the building.
"So Santana, Rachel tells me you're on the circuit with her." Brittany asks, peering over at me as we wound through the crowds of people.
"Yeah, I guess. Not really the same as her but a few auditions here and there." I said, it was quite embarrassing to have no luck so far.
"Well, you gotta have a lot of luck, but if it's your dream, you gotta keep going." She explained as we came to the entrance.
"Yeah, it just gets harder and harder, you know?" I asked.
"I know what you mean, but you don't dream, you die." She said softly.
We came up to the boy on the desk. He saw Brittany and smiled as he waved at the rest of the group. "Hey Brittany. You can go on through."
Brittany smiled. "Don't worry Daniel, I know you don't get a lot of free tickets, I'll pay." Brittany got out her wallet and handed over the money.
"Thanks Brittany," Daniel smiled at her, "great party the other day. The whole of Manhattan and Brooklyn were there, and at least two thirds of Queens was there too."
"Glad you enjoyed it Dan, keep dancing." Brittany smiled and took the tickets from the boys, handing us each one.
"Thank you, you didn't have to." I said as Brittany handed me mine.
She held onto it as I took it, making me look up at her. She smiled slightly at me and let go. "It was my idea." She shrugged.
We got into the lift, watching the ceiling in awe as it changed and sped to the top of the building. We got out and walked out into the open air, climbing to the top level. I walked over to the balcony, the side that shows central park and beyond. Looking out onto the city at night, with the lights shining bright and the cars down below took my breath away. It was like I was on top of the world, and anything was possible.
It made me realise how small we all were. I walked around the other side, to the south side and looked at the Empire State Building. As far as the eye could see, buildings were lit. I reflected on when I used to look at the stars in Ohio, wishing one day to come to New York. It made me happy to realise I had finally done it.
"It's beautiful isn't it? I come here sometimes, when I want to feel like I'm not the only person with problems." Brittany stood next to me, taking in the vast expanse of the city.
I turned and looked at her as she leant on the railings. "This looks familiar, doesn't it?" I smirked at her.
She smiled at me and chuckled slightly, I noticed how her eyes seemed to shine brighter when she smiled. "I didn't think you would remember that. You were pretty gone."
"And you weren't even drunk. At your own party." I shot back.
"You're right, I don't drink at my parties." She said. She turned back to the view in front of us.
I decided to bite the bullet. "Why?"
She sighed slowly through her nose. "Because that's not what they're there for." She looked at me and raised her eyebrows. I so desperately wanted to ask more, but knew I would be pushing my luck.
"What?" She asked me.
I smiled, laughing slightly. "God you throw a big warehouse party, get free tickets to tourist attractions and convince all your friends to dye their hair funky colours just because. Who are you?"
She laughed along with me. She looked at my hair. "Well, not all my friends. The two stars of the future didn't" She raised an eyebrow at me.
I grinned both externally and internally. She called me her friend. I scoffed, "Oh please, I'll be lucky to book a manicure, let alone an acting or singing gig."
"Well, not with that attitude you won't. Look out there. In years to come, we're gonna own this city. All of us. Mark my words." Brittany pointed outwards into the city. Her eyes shining and her teeth showing, she was glowing as she predicted our future.
Puck, Quinn and Kurt came up behind us. "This is amazing! Why haven't we ever done this before?" Quinn gushed.
Brittany shrugged, "I don't know, but the night is still young yet." She grinned as she walked back into the building.
"Now what?" Puck asked as we all looked at each other, before following her back down the escalator to the lift.
"Britt it's like 12, what could we possibly be doing now?" Quinn asked.
"Quinn, we're in the city that never sleeps, that question is ridiculous." Brittany explained as we got off the lift and walked back through the building to the plaza. We walked out and down the ice rink.
"Erm Britt, it's closed, I don't think we can go on." Kurt said as Brittany walked up to the man by the entrance.
"Hey John, how's Mandy?" Brittany asked the man.
"She's good, thanks Britt. You've got this rink for half an hour, then I gotta close up. Boots are over there." He pointed to the 5 pairs of ice skating shoes lying by the gate.
"God does she ever fail to surprise you?" Kurt muttered.
We walked over and put the boots on, Brittany handing me mine which fit perfectly. I looked at her as she tied her own up. "How did you know my size?"
She shrugged at me as she stood up, "I asked Rachel to check your shoes." I watched as she wobbled to the rink, jumping on and taking off, gliding around like she had done this all her life. Perhaps she had.
Quinn gave me a hand up as we walked together. "Have you ever skated before?" She asked.
"A few times, not many though." I responded.
"Just hold onto me then if you want, Puck and Brittany are pretty good, but me and Kurt are only basic beginners." Kurt came up and held onto Quinn's other arm. We tentatively stepped onto the ice, holding each other more tightly as Brittany and Puck raced passed us.
Kurt shrieked as he tried to regain his balance, his feet slipped back and forth as he fell backwards. Quinn went down with him, dragging me on top of them. We all groaned as we tried to catch our breath.
Puck and Brittany came over, looking at us in a heap and laughing. Puck Grabbed Quinn and pulled her up, helping Kurt as Brittany came and loomed over me. She crouched down and held my hand, pulling me up slowly and placing her other hand on my shoulder to balance me.
"Perhaps we should stick together, I wouldn't trust them two on the ice, no matter what she told you." Brittany gave me a closed lip smile and linked arms with me, taking of slowly.
"Follow my motions, bend your knees and relax, I won't let you fall." She instructed me softly. I gripped on as she took me around the rink.
"How did you manage to get this rink passed closing time?" I asked. Brittany was intriguing me more and more as the night went on.
"Well I can't reveal all my secrets at once Santana." Brittany said as sped up a little. I held on more so I wouldn't fall on my ass again.
We skated in silence for a moment, before Brittany came to a stop by the gate, something which I was grateful for because my feet were killing me. "Tell me something Santana," Brittany looked at me as I untied my shoes, "if you could do one thing in the world, something plausible, what would it be? Money is no object, it can be anything, as long as it's sort of realistic."
I looked up at the blonde, wondering why she was asking me. I thought about it for a minute. I had always wanted to go to Europe, and go surfing, and maybe go on a road trip. But there was one thing in college that I never did, that has always interested me but I never got to try it. I looked at Brittany, who was staring back at me expectantly. "I always wanted to get high."
She smiled that smile, looked over at the rest of the group untying their laces and back at me. "Well okay then."
"Hey Britt, we ready to go?" Quinn asked as they all wrapped their coats around them.
"Yeah Q, but I'd rather you all stay at mine tonight, seeing as the three of you live in different apartments." Brittany requested, looking over at Puck, Kurt and I.
"Yeah sure B." Puck said as we made our way to the subway.
"I don't want to intrude." I told Quinn. She turned to me and smiled.
"You're not. We all like you, Brittany likes you, I can tell, she usually doesn't let other people tag along to these outings she puts together. I even heard her ask you the bucket list question. The only people she has asked that to has been the rest of us. So whatever you told her, be prepared to do. We went through everybody's and did them so…"
Well shit.
"And anyway, you can borrow something of mine, or Brittany's, if that's what you're worried about." Quinn said as we made our way onto the subway platform.
"You live with Brittany?"
"Yeah. Me, her and Artie live together in the heights. Puck and Finn live together in downtown and the rest all live together in the apartment in DUMBO. And now there's you and Rachel, living in Bed-Stuy." Quinn explained.
I was impressed. Doing my research, I knew those were some affluent areas. I didn't understand how they could all afford to live there, being either college students or having start up jobs. "So if you all live together, how come Rachel doesn't live with one of you?"
Quinn chuckled. "Well you live with her, you should know! No I'm just joking. It's only because her routine and all of ours didn't match up. It's to save on arguments."
I followed the group as they exited the subway and made their way two blocks down, Brittany walked up the stairs to a large apartment building, making her way inside and nodding at the doorman. She put her key in the lift and we watched as the numbers got higher and higher.
The lift stopped and we got out. I was shocked when I walked into the apartment. It was so spacious and large. Larger than the other apartment. Everything had a modern meets vintage look. I was so captivated by how they were able to afford this, but didn't want to ask.
"Okay so, Puck, Kurt you know where to sleep, San, I'll get you some clothes, bathroom is down there, kitchen is there. Make yourself at home. Quinn, Tina is coming to get me early tomorrow, so I probably won't be here when you wake up." Brittany explained as she went into a room off the side. She came out holding a toothbrush in a packet and some clothes and pillows.
"Okay B, I'm off to bed. Night guys." She waved at Puck, Kurt and me and then walked over to Brittany, whispering something in her ear as she kissed her on the cheek. She then walked down the corridor and out of sight.
"See you later guys" Puck said as he and Kurt walked down the hallway that Quinn had just disappeared to.
"Okay so we only have one spare bedroom, so the guys usually sleep there. But the couch is probably the comfiest place in this apartment." Brittany said as she walked over to the large couch, she put down the pillows and blankets she was carrying and handed me the clothes.
"Thanks for letting me stay Brittany." I smiled at her.
She looked back at me and nodded, "no problem Santana. Hope you had a fun night. Make yourself at home, and I guess I'll see you later." She walked off, into he room she had come from.
I put on the clothes and got into the makeshift bed, thinking back over the crazy whirlwind of a day. I smiled to myself, finally feeling like I could make New York my home.
/
"Hey B, are you okay?" I heard whispering break me slightly from my sleep. I couldn't focus properly, and my eyes were still shut, but I could just make out the hushed voices. I opened my eyes, staring at the foreign room and then realising where I was. I looked at my phone and checked the time, 6am.
"Yeah I'm fine Tina. It just hurts. I just want to get this over with." A voice, it sounded like Brittany's whispered as she came into the room. I shut my eyes and steadied my breathing.
"I know B. I'm gonna be there the whole time." Tina whispered back. Their voices were now getting farther away.
Thanks Tina. I can't do this without you, any of you." Brittany responded. The door to the apartment opened and closed.
I know I shouldn't have been listening, but now I can't help but wonder what the two were talking about. And why did they sound so serious?