All Alone

Chapter Five

"Hey blondie!" A voice called from down a couple bleachers from where Brittany was sitting. She looked down to see Santana and a grin broke out on her face. Ever since their moment in the hall Santana had been coming up to talk to her more and more. She had even let Brittany take her number and give Santana her's.

"Hi, Santana!" She called, shielding her eyes from the harsh sun with one hand and waving with the other. The blonde got up and bounded down to the same level as the other girl. "What's up?"

Santana smiled. "You, me, Puckerman's party. Tonight."

Brittany's brow furrowed. She had enough trouble understanding people when they talked in complete sentence's. This was just unfair.

The brunette rolled her eyes. "You're coming with me to Puck's party tonight. As friends."

The cheerio frowned. "But I don't know what I'm supposed to wear. I don't normally go to parties. Especially not one's hosted by hockey pucks." Her face scrunched up adorably.

Santana rolled her eyes once more. "No... Noah Puckerman. Y'know, Puck. I met him the other day and he seems decent. He invited me to his party so will you come or not?"

Brittany smiled again. She vaguely remembered seeing Puck in the halls or the parking lot at school. He was scary-looking and had a mohawk and was always picking on that really well dressed kid and tossing him in dumpsters. She remembered that he was Quinn's boyfriend's best friend also. Although Brittany was popular she didn't really socialize with anyone else except Quinn and sometimes the rest of the cheerleading squad when one of them had a slumber party or something. But she'd do it for Santana. "Sure. I'll go to the party." Little butterflies suddenly appeared in her stomach.

"Great." Santana's signature smirk was unwavering. "I'll come by around eight to help you get ready." Then she turned and left.

At eight o'clock on the dot the doorbell rang and Brittany bounced excitedly as she ran to the door. Her parents weren't home and she was really excited to have someone as pretty as Santana show her how to be pretty too. 

When the blonde opened the door Santana strolled in without even a pause. "So... this is where blondie lives..." She said, looking around Brittany's huge foyer at the crystal chandelier and all the pricey paintings. "Damn... What are you a millionaire?"

Brittany shook her head earnestly. "Nope. My mom's a docter and my dad's a lawyer. I guess it just makes a lot of money." The blonde smiled. "What do your parents do?"

Santana cleared her throat. "Oh it's... nothing. Let's just see what kind of wardrobe you've got."

I led her up to my bedroom and she went right for the blonde's walk in closet. "Fuckin' hell!" She gasped as she walked in. "How the fuck do you have all this? Ugh I've wanted one of these forever!" She picked up a pair of silver high heels from their resting place on a shelf and casually tried them on. "Shit, Brittany! Why don't you ever wear these around?"

Now it was Brittany's turn to gasp. She rushed over to Santana. "You called me Brittany! You called me my name!"

Santana looked truly shocked. "I did? Well... About time I did that anyway I guess. Now that we're friends."

A grin the size of the moon came on Brittany's face, making her look like the cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland. "We're friends."

The brunette looked at the ground. "Fuck. Um... This is fucking awkward." She looked back up. "Yes?"

Brittany squealed and tackled her in a hug, catching her off guard.

"Whoa! Whoa! Hey!" Santana pushed her off. "Whatever, okay? Let's just, um... let's get you dressed."