Mystery Girl

Chapter 3

The following morning, Brittany woke up with a horrible headache. Sure she went out and was used to drinking, but the hangovers never got any better. She tried to stand up but fell right back on her bed. The sun coming in through the curtain was too bright and the honking from the streets was making her head spin even faster. There was no chance she would be able to function yet, so Brittany decided to go back to bed for a few hours.

At around two, Quinn came in to check on her roommate. She knew that Brittany gets dreadful hangovers and always can use some help the day after going out. 

"Hey, Britt. How are you feeling?" Quinn asked as she sat on the side of Brittany's bed.

"Not going to lie, I've been better."

"Well, I left you some coffee, Advil, and breakfast in the kitchen if you want. I'm going out with Mercedes to help her pick out an outfit for some date she has coming up. Text me if you need anything."

"Thanks, Quinn. Love you.

"Love you too, Britt."

A few minutes after Quinn left, Brittany decided to actually do something with her life and get out of bed. She slowly walked to the bathroom and took a shower. She had karaoke bar stench on her from last night and it made her want to hurl. After her quick shower, she headed to the kitchen to eat the waffles Quinn had left for her. As usual, she started scrolling through Instagram mindlessly while eating and drinking her cof- "Oh my God. Ahhhhhh."

Brittany couldn't contain her excitement. Or was it nerves? She didn't know. All she knew is that Santana, hot Latina birthday girl Santana, had commented on her post from last night. 

This can't be happening. I have to be dreaming. God, I wish Quinn was here so she could pinch me. Okay, calm down Britt. You got this. You can do it. 

After getting herself somewhat together, Brittany decided to look at what Santana had commented on her post. "We sure do😉." It took Brittany a moment to understand what Santana meant, but then she realized she was referring to her caption. "Girls to it better." "We sure do😉."

Could she get any hotter?

Brittany just kept reading it over and over in her head. She couldn't get Santana out of her mind before, now she might as well have her name tattooed all over her body. Still high on adrenaline and ligament happiness, Brittany made an impulse decision to direct message the woman. 

'Hey.' No you can't say that. *delete* 'Hi.' Too formal. *delete* 'Hey. How are you?' Sounds like I'm prying. You know what screw this. 'Hey.' *send*

Unlike the day before, Brittany decided to stare at her phone until she got a response. She started to get worried at minute 23 when she still had no answer from the brunette. At minute 24, Brittany gave up and decided to paint her nails. Then minute 57 came around and she really lost hope. Just as she was getting up *ding ding*, her phone went off.

Brittany has never, ever ran so fast from the couch to the kitchen counter. She quickly checked her phone and an immediate frown appeared. It wasn't Santana, nope. Just Quinn. 

Hey. I'm at the store. Do you still need tampons?

Brittany didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Tampons? Really? That's why she sprinted across the room. For tampons?

Hi. No, thanks.

Ok, I'll be home in 20.

Once again hopeless, Brittany left her phone on the counter and went to take another shower. Sure she had taken one a few hours ago and did absolutely no physical activity, but she needed to get her mind off the Latina.