New best friend
Title: New best friend
Rating: G
Summary: just a little story about Santana's first meeting with Brittany
Spoilers: none
Seven year old Santana Lopez’ eyes flutter open at the rays of sun shining through her window. She rubs her fingers through her eyes in an attempt to rub the sleep away. A look at the alarm clock on her bedside table tells her it’s a Saturday morning, 10:23 am.
She sweeps the covers off her and gets out of bed. Running a hand through her hair, she walks up to the window and looks out of it. It’s a nice day, the sun shining brightly and the playground in front of her house is full of parents with their children.
She turns around and walks out of her room. Stumbling down the stairs, she already sees a post-it note laying on the kitchen table, indicating that her mother had already left for work.
Santana,
I’m off to work, I don’t think I’ll make it for dinner, there are some leftovers in the fridge.
Don’t forget to lock the door when you go out, and don’t lose your keys!
Besos,
Mami
It was the same kind of note she found almost every day when she came out of bed. It was nothing new to her. Her dad had passed away when Santana was three years old, so her mother had to work hard to make a living. She was always at work, making long days and leaving Santana to care for her own.
She takes a bowl out one of the cupboards and fills it with cereal and milk. She doesn’t even bother sitting down at the dinner table, she just spoons her breakfast into her mouth standing up, leaning against the counter. After finishing her breakfast she just stands there, elbows resting on the counter and wondering how to spend her free Saturday.
She walks into the living room and settles herself on the couch, turning the tv on. She keeps changing channels, looking for something she likes. Eventually, she turns the tv back off. She sighs.
She walks up to the window again, looking over the playground. Children were chasing each other, playing fetch with their dogs, parents playing ball with their kids. And Santana Lopez? She was just home alone again. No-one to play with, no-one to talk to. She sighs. She keeps watching for another minute, and then, she determined turns around and walks upstairs to her room, taking some clothes out of her closet and pulling them on. “No way Santana Lopez is spending her free Saturday alone at home again!” she says, walking down the stairs again. She tucks her keys into her pocket and goes outside.
She lets the sun warm her face while she walks towards the playground. The place is packed, but somewhere in the back of the playground, near the pond, she can see that the swings are unaccompanied. She takes a seat and pushes herself lightly off against the ground.
“Hey! Hey! That’s not nice. I gave that piece of bread to him, not to you!”
Santana looks up, trying to find the source of the voice. A girl is sitting at the pond, feeding the ducks. She throws another piece of bread at one of the ducks, but the other one is quicker and takes the piece.
“What did I just say to you!” the girl screams.
Santana can’t help but laugh.
The girl turns around, looking who was laughing. Santana quickly shuts her mouth and pushes herself off once more.
“Hey you! Why are you laughing?” the girl says, now standing in front of Santana.
Santana shrugs.
“’Cause you were talking to that duck, but he wouldn’t listen.”
“Oh, yeah, right. That always happens to me. I always try to talk to them, but they never seem to understand me.”
Santana furrows her brow.
“Oh…”
The girl hops on the swing next to Santana’s.
“I’m Brittany by the way,” she says, smiling at Santana.
“Santana,” she answers.
“What?”
“Santana,” she repeats.
“What is a Santana?” the girl looks confused.
“Uhm, that’s me. It’s my name,” Santana answers.
Brittany furrows her brow. “That’s a weird name.”
“Didn’t choose it.”
“Oh well… So, what are we going to do today?”
“What?”
“You can choose.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, we’re friends now! You’re my new best friend. So, because you’re my new best friend, you can choose what we’re going to do today.”
Santana’s eyebrows rise. She doesn’t really know if this girl is totally sane, but okay, she wants to be her friend and Santana never had a friend before, so she just answers;
“Well, okay… friend. Let me see how you do that duck-talking thing.”