The Music In Me (Brittana)

I want it, I got it

"No, we're not going to breadstix for dinner, Brittany. We're there like every fucking day!" Santana hung up the phone abruptly, clenching her fists. Brittany could be so frustrating sometimes. It had already been an entire week since Brittany had asked her on a date and the blonde girl hadn't brought it up once until the phone call. Breadstix? Really??? She and Brittany work there! Brittany was just so oblivious sometimes. "Why can't she just schedule a fucking date?"

   "She's shy."

   Santana glared at Mike, "That's the last word I would describe her as. She's just being a baby."

   "Maybe you're the one being the baby, Santana. She's not the only one who's supposed to be trying."

   Santana rolled her eyes while trying to disregard the merit to the boys' accusation. She hated to admit it, but he was probably the smartest person she knew... besides Brittany, who despite the fact everyone thought she was a dumb blonde, was actually really really smart. Brittany was telling her the other day that she was going to tour Princeton in November. "Remind me not to talk about girls to you," Santana joked, "You can't even build up the courage to talk to stuttering Chang."

   "Hey! She stopped stuttering like a week ago." Mike looked over to Santana to see her completely engrossed in something on her phone.

Santana
Did the schedule come out yet?
Quinn
Ya. Don't worry tho, your girl's on the other side of the bracket. We prob won't have to play her.
Santana
Don't be so negative. We can totally win.

   The school was hosting a girls basketball tournament to raise money for cancer patients that weekend and Quinn had got Santana a spot on a team with a bunch of other cheerleaders. Brittany was on a team compiled of girls from her dance class. Apparently, she had played with those same girls the prior two years and just couldn't leave them.

   "So those dumb dance girls mean more to you than I do?" Santana was just joking around, but Brittany took it quite literally.

   "Of course not! I'm not taking any of them on a date, am I?" Santana giggled while Brittany rubbed her arm, "There is this one girl though. Her name is Christine, and she's sooooo hot-" Santana stopped giggling and playfully shoved Brittany to the side.

   "Shut up, Britt."

  

   "Hi Santana! Can I come in?!" Rachel Berry knocking on her door was not on Santana's bingo card for the day. She wasn't too fond of the over dramatic girl in the first place, but interrupting Santana's nightly ritual of watching a Disney movie while waiting for her mom to get home from a late shift, made Santana almost want to punch her in the face.

   "What the hell. Why do you need to come inside Rachel?"

   Rachel bounced around on Santana's doorsteps, "I just wanna talk."

   After a couple seconds of quick deliberation in her head, Santana reluctantly opens the door completely, letting Rachel into her house. She didn't like people coming into her house. Or seeing her in her Christmas pajamas. They were comfy, even in early Autumn.

   "Want some coffee or something?" Santana didn't listen as Rachel denied the offer and started describing her extensive dietary restrictions. Wow, this girl was so boring. Santana found herself wondering how Finn Hudson could have possibly chose this girl over her wonderful best friend, Quinn. As they made their way to the living room, Santana pointed to the seven dwarfs on her television, "Look Berry! Your family's already here."

   "Soooo... I came here to talk about Glee club."

   "Of course you did." It seemed like glee club was Rachel Berry's entire life, despite the fact that she was in every single club at William McKinley High School, including the Black Students Club.