Santana Lopez is a lot of things, but cute isn’t really one of them.
Why are you so down on yourself?
Sweetheart? I don’t know how well that will go over well. I might be too busy blushing to do anything else.
Ah, but that’s too cute though.
It was safe to say that Santana Lopez never did this, like, ever. She didn’t make friends, in her opinion her didn’t really need friends. The only friends she had were friend she made during high school and she only made those friends because no one wanted to be the loser without friends, right? Not that she didn’t love her friends, but Santana preferred her solitude. Besides, she was kind of a bitch, not many people wanted to hangout with someone like that. So, why then was she agreeing to go out to lunch with a complete stranger in order to make her a friend? Brittany was so sweet, as far as Santana could tell from their short conversation, and even in that short conversation she knew that she would never want to be mean to Brittany in anyway, but it was bound to happen sooner or later. This was Santana Lopez after all, and even if Brittany never actually deserved it, Santana was guarded. She had her walls and her secrets, heck she was already panicking because, let’s be real here, Brittany was absolutely beautiful. Closet lesbian or not, Santana wasn’t sure how long she was going to be able to hide just how attractive she thought Brittany was. Already, deep down, she wanted this friend date to be a date date, but that wasn’t going to happen because Brittany had a boyfriend… Oh, and Santana didn’t like girls as far as everyone else was concerned.
The last class before lunch was released and Santana tried to ignore the swoosh in her stomach at the thought of meeting up with Brittany. She made her way back to her dorm to drop off her things and, well, she was going to fix herself up a little. When she found herself applying more mascara though, she reminded herself that this was a lunch between friends and she needed to chill the fuck out. Either way though, Santana quickly changed her shirt to something just subtly flirty. She was kind of hopeless. After checking the time, Santana was off, trying to avoid Rachel and another one of her naggings on the way out of their room. She made a note to get back at the small diva later for the lecture she had received early this morning for, well, she wasn’t actually paying attention, but still. Santana was expecting Brittany to be there waiting when she got to the dance studio, but the blonde was nowhere to be seen. The Latina took the time to relax a little and remind herself that it was just a freaking lunch between friends. As the time ticked though, Santana became more anxious. What if Brittany had forgotten? Or she just wasn’t coming? The thought caused Santana to frown a little, she double checked that she was in the right place and looked around herself in case she missed the blonde, but Brittany was still no where to be seen. With a defeated sigh, Santana turned on her heels and began her way towards the cafe, feeling foolish for being stood up for her friend date. Santana doesn’t see Brittany come around the corner as she turns her back to her.
Brittany turned the corner with a smile, preparing to meet the Latina for the first time in person. Her smile increased when she saw Santana was still there, even if she was now walking away. At least she waited for her, that meant something. “Hey, wait!” She called out, jogging slightly to catch up with the retreating figure. Her smile turned into a bright grin when she caught up to her and without warning, she threw her arms around Santana and brought her into a tight hug as a greeting. That was just Brittany. She wasn’t the type of person to stop and think about what the other person thought, she was just friendly. “I’m so sorry I’m late, I had to shower and then Sam called me and ugh-” she stopped rambling in Santana’s ear and pulled back to look at her, taking a deep breath. “I’m sorry if you were waiting here for so long, I tried to hurry. I really didn’t want to leave you hanging,” she said, shaking her head slightly. While she finally stopped rambling off, she finally took in Santana’s appearance. She looked amazing, like she truly made an effort to look good for their lunch date. She immediately felt self conscious, knowing she must look crap in comparison. An uneasy smile made it’s way onto her face. “I guess you can tell I was in a rush. I look like a homeless person compared to you right now.”
Well, my parents call me San or Tana. Everyone else usually calls me Snix, or bitch.
Bitch? No, no way. I’ve got it. I’ll call you sweetheart, because that’s what you are.
It can’t be that hard to think of a nickname for my name, can it?
Well, I’m assuming a lot of people call you San, and that’s not original. I want something personal.
This is all you, Britt. Better make it good.
Then I’ll figure one out some day and it’ll be awesome.
You mean, other than Snix?
That doesn’t count because those other girls used it. I want something unique. Any ideas?
It was around noon when her last class before the long awaited lunch break finally ended. Brittany was just winding down from her dance class with a teacher who adored her, making it her favorite class to go to. On any other day, she would stay behind and stretch, practice another dance move, or just talk with the teacher. But she was on the way to making friends, and that was something she was willing to put above a pirouette or a kink in her calf. The second class was over, she half-walked, half-sprinted to the communal bathroom to have a shower before meeting Santana. A small grin was plastered over her face while she stripped off her leotard and jumped into the shower as quickly as possible. For all she knew Santana could already be back at the dance studio waiting for her to arrive, standing hopelessly in an empty hallway with a frown on her face because Brittany wasn’t there. That was all the motivation she needed to be in and out of the shower in three minutes flat. Unfortunately she didn’t have time to wash her hair, so she tied it up in a loose bun and hoped Santana wouldn’t judge her too much for it.
While in the middle of getting dressed, Brittany received and unexpected call from Sam. As much as she loved talking to him, it was definitely the wrong time to talk about their days. She pressed the ear between her shoulder and her ear as she slipped a pair or black tights on and listened as her boyfriend told her about the friends he was making at his new school. “That’s great, baby. I’m happy for you,” she muttered distractedly, trying to slip on a white tank top without dropping the phone at the same time. She knew she sounded distant and she hated doing it to him. As apologetic as she could, she said she would call him later and talk about it then, when she wasn’t trying to make friends of her own. It was quarter-past twelve when she hung up. With a small cringe, she packed her dance clothes into her bag and quickly looked herself over in the mirror. She had no time to put make up on or put any effort into the bun resting atop her head. Making friends isn’t about looks, Brittany reminded herself. It’s common interest and personality. She didn’t think twice about sprinting across campus to get to the dance studio, narrowly cutting corners and bumping into other students on their way to class. She was finally able to take a stable breath when the last corner came into view and she slowed down into a walk, taking a few breaths to stable herself. As she rounded the corner, she hoped and prayed that the Latina was still there waiting for her.
Yeah… do you mind me calling you Britt?
I definitely don’t mind. But that means I need a nickname for you.
Yes it will, just stay positive. That’s really rude of her, how do they expect students to succeed when they won’t give you a new copy, there has to be a way to get one. Yeah, it’s tomorrow at 11am, I’ll see you there.
She wasn’t a very nice lady. But I look forward to talking to you in person.