The cold hearted girl. EDITING!!!

A Smile

Brittany POV

She pushed her father away while he was screaming. I need to help her but how?

I look around but there is no one to help me. Okay Britt think. Should I call 911? No Santana doesn't want that, I guess. I mean if she want help for this problem she could call by herself or go to another organisation for child abuse. Okay a plan... I played with my hands and look down. I took like 5 minutes or I had the perfect plan.

I ring the doorbell. Her dad did the door open. "Yes" he said with an arrogant voice. Her dad looked like he was in the 30. Santana has the same eyes as him and she looked the same if she was in an arrogant mood. I saw that Santana looked at me. 

"Uh hi, I'm Brittany, Santana has stay the night with me, but she forgot her jacked" I held my jacket in the air. I looked at Santana again and she nods. He nods and took the jacket. He wants to close the door. "Uh we also had a science project together, we need to finish that for Monday". He looked at Santana and she nodded. He said something in Spanish. "Come in, if you girls need help, I will be downstairs" Mr. Lopez said and he walked away.

I look around at her room it was huge. She has a bed for like three people, a big walk in closet, a bathroom, a giant TV and more. "Wow" I said impressed. "You saw it huh?" she looked at the ground and played with her hands. "Uh yeah, I feel sorry for you. Is there anything I can do for you? Like help you or something" I get nervous when I am around her but she is pretty insecure now to. 

"The only thing you can do is tell no one, please?" she looked with the beautiful brown eyes at me "no sure, my mouth is zipped" she nods "thanks". This was the first time I heard her said thanks. "Your welcome" I said with a smile. She goes sit on her bed and I go sit next her. There was the awkward silence again. I hate it, but I don't know how to break it, especially in this situation. I bite my lip.

"So how do you think is Glee club?" I asked. "I like to sing but I don't like the people in there, the most people". I looked at her, how couldn't she like them? I mean she never hang out with only maybe puck. "Maybe you should hang out with us" I smiled, that would be nice. "no, I don't think I would like it and also think they don't want it".

This girl need some support from some friends in her life, but she hasn't real friends. I mean she had that guy Jason but I think he use her for sex, they are friends in benefits. I need a plan. What if I give a glee club party for this Friday? But first I need to win Santana's trust.

I see the whole thing in my head. Dancing with my new friends and maybe even Santana. They become good friends with Santana, so she become nice and then will everything perfect. If her personality changes I could date her then. If it succeeds Britt, it must succeed "Why do you smirk?" I hear Santana said. "Uh w-what?" I looked at her "I said why do you smirk" was she checking me out? "uh I don't know" I lied.

We sit there for like 10 minutes in silence. I knew it; I knew how I could win Santana trust. "So uh San?" oh god I give her a nickname. She looked at me, what makes me really nervous. "Uh s-s-s-sorry I-I-I mea-n S-Santana" I blushed a little and play with my hands. "It doesn't matter" she said soft. 

"Do you want to sing a song with me in the glee club" I met het beautiful eyes. "Uh sure" I looked at her she said yes? I didn't expect that. I smiled a little "Which song do you like to perform?" she asked. "Uh we can do story of my life" I said. She nods and we spilt the parts. It was nice to talk about the song because

1. It wasn't silent.

2. Her mind wasn't with her parents

3. Maybe she trusted or even liked me after this

"Should we practice the song?" she nods. She grabbed her laptop from the ground and I just stared her ass. Damn. I shake my head when she said something "uh sorry?" I met her eyes once again "Lyrics right?" I nod. She started to music and we started to sing.

"That was pretty amazing" she said. "Yeah it was" I smile at her and she smiled back. The first I saw a real smile, not a fake one, not a drunk one, just the real one and it was pretty cute. I think I loved that smile. Loved? No Britt you like it not love it.

Santana POV

I really love to sing actually. But I'm not allowed to do that because my parents said I suck. I hope that Brittany wouldn't tell people about my little situation. I am used to it. I guess. I still love them I think. I mean they are my parents and without them I wouldn't be here. "Do you hear what I said?" Brittany said. I looked at her and she pulls some hair by her ear. "Uh no" she smiled at me.

 "You're a great singer". I smiled a little "uh thanks but I'm not that good". I said shy, I know I can sing but I don't want to sound rude or something. Brittany is nice and I think we could be friends. "I think you really good, better then me" she said "no I'm not better then you, I mean you are a good singer to" I said "if you think so" she said and she gave me a wink. I laughed at that, she isn't good in giving winks. She laughed to "you think I suck right?" she giggles what was really cute. "Yeah it was really bad"

We talked a little, about the cheerleaders and school stuff. She is joining the cheerleaders tomorrow. She let me see dance videos of her and she is pretty amazing. She hits like every move. I compliment her on that and she is smiling and blushing. Blushing? Mmh okay. 

"Can I ask you something?" I nod "why you don't believe in love?". I hate that question. It isn't that I don't believe in love but not at this age. I am sixteen and I never experienced a relationship that I thought oh this is going to last for the rest of my life. And when you think you have the love off your life, someone screws up. I know I would screw up very easily. My mood can change like in a second, many boys and girls flirt with me and I don't like to talk about feelings and stuff. So I need someone who can except all of this.

 "I don't know" she nods. She looks at her phone "it is getting late, my mom is probably making dinner" I nod and walk with her down stairs. "I see you on Monday," I said. "Bye" and there she goes. Her blonde hair moved wavy at her back. I trust Brittany she wouldn't tell anyone or would she?