I decided to rewrite my first story Unexpected Guest…for those of you that started reading the first one…forget everything you read. Lol. This one is going to be different since I don't remember all of the first story. The story line will be the same but I'm switching some main things up…hope you still like it.
The story is mainly told from Santana's POV unless otherwise noted.
When you love someone like really love someone the feeling never goes away, in my mind it means that person stills loves you back, just as much, maybe more. That's what I tell myself about Brittany every day. See after high school, I went to Louisville and Brit had to repeat her senior year. I still kick myself in the ass for not noticing she was failing every single class but that's water under the bridge now. I made the huge mistake of breaking up Brittany because well it wasn't supposed to be an official break up, I told her that but maybe she didn't really understand that I just need a little time to adjust to college life. My ultimate plan was to come back to my Brit Brit but she moved on with fuckin Trouty Mouth…..Trouty Mouth. It still absolutely pisses me off. Just thinking bout Sam sends my brain straight to Lima Heights! Whew, let me take a deep breath here. I've been working on my temper, Quinn even convinced me to go to Yoga with her on Saturdays to relieve stress. It works I guess. It obviously works for her because she is dating Puck again and she honestly seems happy.
Anyways, after Brit picked Sam over me after my kick ass sing off with him. I mean let's be real I sang him out of the water, don't get me wrong Sam has some pipes, his big ass mouth has to be good for something right? I ended up risking everything and moving to New York. I lived with Kurt and Rachel for a few years while I worked a number of random jobs to save money. My favorite job was working as a radio personality on this big morning show; with my awesome personality I made a lot of celebrity friends. Along with getting tons of swag from sponsors, it gained me entry to some of the hottest parties in the city constantly skyrocketing me straight to the top of the socialite list in New York. I also worked as a bartender and waitress at a swanky restaurant downtown, which is where I made the majority of my savings. Those rich white-collar snobs tip well, very well. I added that money to stash of money my mom gave me from graduation, put together a brilliant business plan and bought a restaurant, which I affectionately named Snixx.
Snixx gained popularity very quickly since I was able to promote it on the radio show and get celebs to come and eat there. Before I knew it I was able to live this cushy life I have now. I'm 29 years old, I own an awesome 4 bedroom, 3 bath condo in downtown Manhattan. I drive a brand new black Range Rover. I am my own boss. I can afford to buy myself everything and anything I want. The only thing missing from my life is LOVE.
I kept in touch with Brit sporadically after moving to New York but not often. I actually haven't talked to her in probably 5 years. Last I heard she was touring with Beyoncé over seas, but that was a few years ago. Rachel sends out these annoying ass New Directions life updates that I never read. Berry should know that I don't read any of her emails, which is probably how I missed her engagement party to Finn a few weeks back. Oops. I mean I sent a gift after Quinn cussed me out, that makes it ok right? Considering the amount of money I spent on Hobbit and Finnocence they should be grateful either way.
I haven't dated much in New York, I had a few random hook ups with some super hot girls but nothing too serious. My mind always went back to the tall blonde with killer abs, and piercing blue eyes that would always have the only key to my heart. It's not like I haven't tried to call Brit. I've picked up my phone tons of times and dialed the first 6 digits of her number before quickly hanging up. Why? I have no clue…I think a part of is scared she has moved on with another man or woman and I'm a forgotten love from her past. The last thing I want is to end up on one of those trashy day time talk shows crying over how the same person has rejected not once, not twice, but three times. So times like this when my mind wanders to Brit and think of calling her. I put on music and sip wine.
Now I know that makes me sounds like a lush or alcoholic but I'm neither. I just enjoy a good Merlot. So right now I'm sipping this expensive ass bottle of Merlot that I received as a gift from Rihanna a few years back when she hosted her birthday party at my restaurant. I go to my memory chest that tucked in the corner of living room next to my sectional and start going through pictures when there is a knock on the door.
I get up to head to the door when Quinn uses her key and walks in.
"So what's the point of you knocking if you going to let yourself in?" I asked with her a smirk while hugging her tightly and kissing her on the cheek.
"You are drinking merlot and listening to jazz." Quinn raised an eyebrow while picking up my glass and sipping.
"Hey, get your own." I tell her while quickly taking my glass back.
"Stingy ass." She smirks while picking up a wine glass from the bar in the corner and pouring herself a glass and sitting down on the sectional next to me.
"So to what do I owe this unannounced visit?" I ask her while sitting Indian style on the sectional to face my best friend.
"You've been crying." She says softly.
I quickly reach up and touch my cheek feeling wetness that I didn't know was even there. Did I forget to mention that sometimes I cry while I drink wine and think about Brit….but that's a minor detail.
"Oh…." I shrug. "It's my allergies."
"Allergies in September?" Quinn questions.
"Can we please drop it Q." I say softly as she leans over and wipes my tears.
Quinn nodded. "I will drop it for now babe. But we will talk about this tomorrow morning ok?"
"Thanks." I reply while taking a sip of my wine.
"Oh, and I'm here because I need to stay here tonight."
"Why? What's going on at your place?" I ask her.
"Nothing, but Puck is picking me up here for a date in like 30 minutes and I don't want to drive all the way home later tonight." Quinn replied casually while picking up some of the pictures I had on the table.
"Ok, take the guest room." I told her. "Is Puck staying too?"
Puck actually lived over the bridge in New Jersey, and Quinn lived out in the boonies so it wasn't unusual for the two of them to stay at my place, which is why they both have keys.
"I don't know, he has a photo-shoot early in the morning." Quinn said slowly. "Is it okay if he does?"
I nod. " Yeah as long as I dont wake up to the two of you having sex on my fuckin couch again." I cringe at the memory every time.
Quinn fell over laughing. "I promise that wont happen."
Quinn was quiet for a few minutes. "Did you eat dinner yet?"
I shook my head. I was so wrapped up in my thoughts earlier I guess I forgot to eat.
"Good because I ordered you Chinese, already paid for. Just tip the driver." Quinn said with a smile.
"Really? Thanks Q." I give her a huge hug.
"No problem." She shrugs it off as she picks up a picture of her, Brit, and me from nationals senior year. "The Unholy Trinity." She smiles.
I cant help but smile at the picture. I'm on Brittany's back holding up the trophy while Quinn is holding Brit's hand in the air. We look flawless. "That's one of my favorite pictures of us." I tell her.
"Speaking of Brit." Quinn says slowly. "She lives in New York now."
My eyes widen. "Since when?" I ask hesitantly. My thoughts instantly go to whether or not Brit has seen me around the town, have I seen her and not realized….no my heart would skip a beat. My body has always been aware of Brittany's presence.
"According to Rachel's emails a few months at the least." Quinn replied while taking another sip. "She opened up a dance studio."
I nod slowly and knock back my glass in one gulp. "That's good, she deserves her own studio." I saw slowly.
"So." I quickly cut her off not wanting to talk about Brittany as I felt tears well in my eyes again knowing she was so close but so far away at the same time. "Where are you going to dinner at?"
Quinn frowned. "Are you serious? Snixx of course!"
"What the hell Q? Did you make a reservation? Why didn't you tell me?" I spit out while quickly pulling out my phone and calling the restaurant ordering them to set up a private VIP booth for the both of them.
"You didn't have to do that San." Quinn said with a smile once I got off the phone.
"You have a private VIP table, with champagne waiting for you. Order whatever you want…its on the house." I tell her with a small smile. I loved spoiling my friends. I never ever make them pay at my restaurant, even though Quinn will sometimes leave a envelope with cash in my office which I always promptly stick back in her purse when I get a chance.
"Thanks." She says as I start to pour myself another glass of wine. "Here just finish mine, Puck should be here in a few minutes."
I nod and take her glass sipping slowly before leaning back and getting comfy. I open my mouth to say something as her cell phone chirps with a text message. I quickly snatch the phone out of her hand and read the text. It was from Puck.
From Puck: Tell Satan to let you out of her lair…Im outside and there aren't any parks.
I laugh and quickly reply as Quinn shakes her head and goes to put her jacket on.
To Puck: Quinn isn't going anymore we are too busy have mind blowing sex. Lol
From Puck: In that case I see a park…be up in a minute. Lol
I laugh and quickly reply back.
To Puck: In your dreams FUCKerman
From Puck: Lol That's a good one, seriously San is she ready?
To Puck: Yeah she is coming down now, oh and I got you set up in a private VIP table, everything is on the house.
From Puck: Thanks, oh and I got your photoshoot set up for next week…we can go over details this weekend
To Puck: Works for me…have fun tonight.
I was so involved in my text convo with Puck I didn't even notice Quinn standing in front of me with her hand out.
"Can I have my phone back now?" She asked while laughing.
"Absolutely." I toss the phone back at her and stand up walking her to the door. I give her a tight hug. "Thanks again for ordering me dinner."
"My pleasure." Quinn says while unlocking the door.
"I will probably be sleep when you get back, I have a slight headache." I tell her honestly.
"Ok, bye babe." She calls over her shoulder while walking down the hall.
I go hop in the shower hoping to relax a little since I suddenly felt kind of tense. I just hopped out of the shower as the doorbell rang. I was literally dripping wet. I swear I have the worse luck ever.
"Just a minute!" I scream out while quickly drying off and throwing on an old Cheerios hoodie and some warm furry shorts. I put my wet hair in a bun and run to the living room to get my purse to tip the guy.
There was a soft knock on the door.
"I'm sorry! I'm coming!"
I run to the door and swing it open. "Shit, I'm sorry, I was in the shower…." I start to say before looking up and noticing it wasn't the delivery guy but a woman.
She was standing with her head down, her legs has had cuts and blood all over them, as did her arms. Her shirt was ripped, and so was her skirt.
"C-can I help you?" I ask softly.
She doesn't respond, she slowly lifts her head a little but quickly looks back down.
I drop my wallet as my stomach does backflips and my heart drops. The woman has a huge bruise on the side of her face that literally covers her half her face, she has a black eye that's swollen, and her top lip is busted.
"M-miss, can I call someone for you…the p-police maybe?" I say softly.
She still doesn't respond. I rack my brain thinking of what to say next to get her to trust me enough to accept my help. I look down at her feet and see she is barefoot and one of ankles is extremely swollen and is turning an ugly shade of purple, I also noticed the trail of blood she left on the carpet in the hall leading up to my door.
She meant to come here; she didn't stop at any other doors. What the hell is going on? I look back at the woman.
"Sanny?" She says quietly.
I lose my breath, how does she know me. I reach my hand out slowly and hesitantly place it under the women's chin and lift her head slowly. She flickers her eyes up and locks eyes with me.
My eyes widen and my jaw drops open. "Oh my God Brittany…." Is all I can manage to whisper out before she suddenly turns and attempts to run down the hall.
SHOULD I CONTINUE?