This idea has been swimming around in my head for a while now and I just needed to get it down so I hope you like it!

Don't own glee.

Brittany POV

The sun is hidden behind the dark clouds encasing New Yorks skyscrapers and it casts shadows over the busy streets, but that's ok because the gloomy weather kind of reminds you of home, back in Lima, and somehow it makes you feel a little less lonely in this big city. And then you really feel at home when it starts to rain.

You're only dressed with jeans and a light t-shirt so you decide to shield yourself form the rain by walking under the over-hanging roof tops of the shops and cafés you pass. You know that it would have been a hell of a lot easier just to take the bus, and you would have been saved from the rain and the wind, but public transport kind of confuses you so you decided against it.

You glance down at your wrist to check the time but notice you're not wearing your watch. Probably left it back in lima. You curse yourself gently because now you have absolutely no idea what time it is, you're probably going to be late to meet this girl and then she'll be mad at you, and she might not want to let you live with her. You can't screw this up.

You start to walk a little faster and you feel kind of weird, like everybody should be staring at you but they're not, probably because they're all walking superfast also, you wonder for a second where everyone is going but that slips from your mind when a cab drives past and splashes water through the air. The splash misses you by an inch but it does get the suitcase you've been dragging behind you ever since you got off the train. You want to yell at the cab for wetting the thing that holds all of your possesions but you don't get the chance because when you look up it's already two blocks ahead.

You take a deep breath and pull out a crinkled up piece of paper from your back pocket. You look over the address once more and then you realise you have absolutely no idea where you are. Everyone's moving so fast and the streets are so noisy that you just need a moment to think but there's nowhere to stop. You're pretty sure if you stopped not only would you be late but about six people would run into your back.

So you keep walking and you try not to think about the droplets of rain that keep dropping on your head through the cracks between shops. After walking for another few blocks you finally look up from the pavement when a car beeps its horn right next to you before driving off again. You jump a little, and nearly knock into someone, apologising as you do, but you look up in a daze and thankfully spot the street sign you've been searching for. With a little skip in your step you race towards it.

You don't even notice the rain anymore because your eyes are trained on the buildings in front of you, trying to decipher which apartment building will hopefully be your new home. The photos online showed that it looked a little small but it was all you could afford and they wanted someone to move in straight away so it was perfect. The girl on the phone seemed nice enough, talked a lot, but she seemed excited for you to come and check out the place. To be honest it didn't really bother you what the place looked like or who lived there, you just wanted a place to call home.

When you finally found the building you were looking for you're so excited that you found it you don't even mind that the plain grey exterior which began to blend in with the darkening clouds. Instead you jump up the few steps to the entrance and push in number 7 on the intercom, just like the girl had said. A few seconds later you're buzzed in.

When you get to the lobby, which was actually just a very small room with a wall of mail boxes on the right side, you notice a sign saying the elevator was out of service. Frowning, you pick up your suitcase, for once thankful that it doesn't have much in it, and head for the stairs. Apartment 7 is on the third floor so it doesn't take you too long to get there and then you're knocking on the door and once again looking to your wrist anxiously to check the time, frowning again when you see it bare.

Suddenly the door opens up and a little short and petite brunette is standing before you and smiling.

'Hi, sorry I'm late!' You blurt out because you really don't want to make a bad first impression, but then you think maybe a sudden outburst of energy wasn't the best way to go.

'Oh, uh, you're actually early so it's fine.' She smiles and you breathe a sigh of relief. 'You're Brittany I take it? I'm Rachel, we spoke on the phone.'

'Oh well, nice to meet you in person.' You smile back.

'You too.' Rachel laughs and gestures for you to come in. You walk in eagerly, taking a second to let your eyes glance over the apartment. The only thing you can think of is that it's pretty boring and dark, but it is late in the afternoon and the sun's going down so that could be it. 'Would you like something to drink?'

'Oh no thank you.' You say and walk further into what you assume is the living room. 'I only really have a few questions to ask.' You say nervously and Rachel seems a little taken aback. Something tells you she's probably been cleaning and going over what she's going to say to you for the last hour or so. But you're not really interested in hearing all that. You just want somewhere to dump your suitcase and a place to rest for a moment. 'Is the rent still $160 a week?'

'Yes, and the bond is $640.' Rachel answers quickly, like she's rehearsed it.

You nod your head because you're pretty sure you have enough to pay the bond and this weeks rent and then you can just work it out from there. 'How soon can I move in?'

Rachels head whips back in shock and confusion and she kind of just stares at you for a while, you guess she's trying to figure out if your serious or not, but you are, and eventually she works that out.

'Uh…well, as soon as you want I guess.' She shrugs with a smile.

'So now?' You ask quickly before she can take her words back.

'Today?' She asks with raised eyebrows. She looks around the place for a second before nodding her head with a huge smile. You think she must be just as excited as you are that you're moving in, it's going to be so much fun living with her.

'Um, yeah why not.' She says excitedly. 'Would you like me to show you around first and then we can go through the tenancy agreement?'

'Okay.' You say and you have to bite your lip a little to stop yourself from smiling too big.

'Alright well, we're standing in the living room, I know it's not much but with only two people living here it's more than enough.'

You take a better look around and really for the first time take in everything about the apartment. The living room is only big enough for a two seater couch a small coffee table and a pretty big tv. The carpet is a dark gray which you like because you're a pretty messy eater, and dad used to always make you clean up after a meal.

'Through here is the kitchen.'

The kitchen consisted of a small bench with two stools on the outside, a stove and oven, a sink, and a fridge. The walls were a kind of mustard colour and the paint was visibly chipping in many areas but it didn't really bother you, you could always paint over it.

'Then if we come down this hallway we have your room.'

You do a little jump of excitement at those words and follow Rachel eagerly to the room. Your smile kind of falls though when she opens the door and the room is bare. It's big enough to fit a double bed and some drawers, maybe queen if you're lucky, but the fact that the room has no furniture is saddening. You feel a little stupid for not asking about that.

'The rooms aren't furnished?' You say quietly.

'No you will have to supply your own furniture for your room but you won't have to buy anything for the rest of the house.' Rachel reassures. You nod because that sounds fair, and that's probably how most apartments are, you don't really know, you've never lived out of home before.

'Alright, that sounds okay.' You say, and Rachel seems relieved with your answer so she moves on, leading you from the room.

'So the next door down is Santana's room and right at the end of the hall is the bathroom that you'll share.'

You stop in your tracks when she says Santana because you thought that it was only a two person apartment. Rachel notices you're not following and stops also, glancing at you strangely. Suddenly it dawns on you that maybe it's not Rachel you'll be living with and you start to get a sick feeling in your stomach.

'Santana?' You ask and watch as Rachel gulps nervously but tries to hide it. 'But I thought you…'

'Oh no sweety, sorry for the confusion.' Rachel laughs awkwardly. 'I used to be in your room but I'm moving out, you'll be living with Santana.'

'Um where is she?' You ask because you'd really like to meet this girl, her name sounds exotic and different and you think maybe she might be fun and into weird things like you are.

'She's at work at the moment so I thought since I'm the one moving out I should be the one to sort out a new housemate for her so she doesn't have to keep paying double rent.' Rachel says and smiles like it's not a big deal, and you believe her because she seems pretty nice, afterall she is doing a nice thing for her friend.

'Right.' You say and go to ask a question about Santana but Rachel beats you to it.

'Well, should we go over the agreement?' She asks quickly.

'Yes.' You nod your head because this means you actually have a place now, you have a home again.

Rachel takes you over the agreement for the next half an hour at the kitchen bench, you nod every now and then but you're not really paying attention because you're too busy thinking about this Santana girl, and wondering what she's like. A moment later Rachel is pointing out where to sign and telling you she'll pass everything on to the landlord the next morning.

The next thing you know she is heading towards the door and you realise she doesn't have any stuff with her, perhaps she had already moved out. She opens the door and you go to walk out but then you remember this is your home now so you stop yourself, and like the tables have turned, you hold the door open for Rachel.

'So I'll drop these off tomorrow, and if you just transfer the bond money into that account I gave you sometime tomorrow everything will be done and dusted.'

'I will.'

'Oh and Brittany, don't worry about Santana, she's barely home and when she is she stays in her room so she shouldn't bother you.' Rachel says quickly and waves her hand around like it isn't a big deal. You scrunch up your brow a little because why would she bother you? and you don't really want to be alone all the time, hopefully she's home a lot more than Rachel's letting on.

'Alright, thanks so much for this Rachel.' You smile.

'That's perfectly fine Brittany, now I have to go I'm afraid but give me a call if you need anything okay?'

'Definitely!' You say and wave her goodbye as she walks towards the stairs.

When she's out of sight you close the door gently and spin on your heels, letting your eyes dance across what is now yours. It's not much, but it's home.

You're happy for a moment before you suddenly realise that once again you're all alone. Rachel was a nice distraction for a while but now that loneliness is coming back, and you're all by yourself, in a big city, and it's getting dark…You hope Santana comes home soon.

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You think at least three days go by and you still haven't seen even a glimpse of Santana. You hear her sometimes, but that's not usually a good thing. The last couple of nights you've spent sitting on your bedroom floor, you still don't have any furniture in your room because you can't afford it yet, so you sit on your floor and go through the only photo album your parents owned. A lot of them were baby pictures of you but they varied over all your years and you study each picture, trying to bring back the memories of that day or event. You do this until you finally hear the apartment door swing open and bang shut, usually around one in the morning, sometimes later. It's not that you're waiting up just to hear her, but you can't really sleep unless someone else is in the house, you've always been like this.

You always hear both their voices, first you hear Santana yelling, and then almost instantly you hear a man groaning back at her. The first night you wondered if perhaps they were together by the way they were fighting, and that was answered late in the night when you heard moaning and thumping from the room down the hall. That night you were in such shock that you just laid there, on a small blanket with a pile of your clothes as a pillow, and listened to them have sex. Afterwards you felt like such a creep but there was something about it which made you still and your mind stay focused on the noises voicing from her room. You think maybe it was her voice, it sounded so raspy and fiery. You really wanted to actually see her but the next day she's never awake when you are.

You get up early because once you're awake you can't bare the thought of laying on the floor for any longer. You get up, get dressed, and head out into the streets of New York. The day after you moved in you found your spot easily enough. It was kind of hard to miss times square, but when you saw it, and you saw all the entertainers lining the sides with crowds forming quickly around them, you knew this was where you were supposed to be. It was awkward at first, setting up your own little station, but you managed to find a small amount of space next to a hulla-hooping girl dressed in leopard print spandex. She winked at you when you took of your cardigan and spread it out on the ground in front of you. You didn't have any music with you but that didn't matter because the hulla-hoop girl had hers pumping loud enough for the both of you. So amongst all the chattering, bright lights, and city noise, you close your eyes, feel the beat, and you dance. It feels so good, you haven't really danced since the accident but you wished you had now because it clears your head instantly, and now all you know is the music and the ground beneath your feet.

After a few songs the hulla-hoop girl stops her music which makes you stop suddenly, and she comes over to you. She drops a few quarters on top of your cardigan and you give her a questioning look.

'You have to put some money there at the start of everyday, so people know that's where they give you money.' She smiles. You nod your head and smile back. Now you know that you can come here everyday too, that makes you smile even more. 'You'd think these city folks are smart but they're all sheep, won't give someone money unless someone else thought you were good enough for it.'

'Thank you.' You say. 'Um I'm Brittany.'

The girl smiles at you as she walks back to her station. 'I'm Sugar.'

And then she turns the music back on and she's picking up her hulla-hoops. When you start dancing again you feel a little lighter, maybe because you have someone that might be your friend in days to come. Sugar is an odd name but that only makes you think that she must be sweet as candy, so maybe she'll keep being nice to you.

You danced all day, only leaving when Sugar did, because well, she had the music, and it was kind of lonely without her next to you constantly pulling silly faces and talking to the crowds surrounding her. You even got your own little crowd, a lot of people just walked straight past you without looking up, but some would stop and watch you for a while, before leaving again, some would even drop a few coins onto your cardigan.

At the end of your first day you had made $36. You thought that wasn't too bad and you'd save that so eventually you could buy yourself a bed.

The days to come were much the same, your biggest day was yesterday, earning yourself a nice $58 for the day. Even Sugar was surprised with your effort. You decided to bring your ipod and Sugar was kind enough to put it on her dock every now and then, you always got more attention when you were dancing to your own music so you were glad when she did it.

When it starts to get dark you make the trip back home. That's when you start to feel lonely again, and tonight is no exception. Usually you would stay in your room in preparation for Santana and her boyfriend to come home in a sweep of lust and moans, avoiding any awkward conversations and maybe seeing something you shouldn't, but tonight you just can't take it anymore. You've looked over your photo album so many times you know every detail of every photo, so instead of hiding in your room and waiting for the moment you have to put your ipod in your ears, you sit on the couch in the living room and watch tv.

As you wait out on the couch you can see some signs of living. There's empty bottles of beer on the coffee table and a packet of cigarettes next to them, in the bathroom you know there's a red toothbrush sitting next to your blue one, so you do have a housemate, you've just never seen her.

It's about two in the morning when she finally comes home. You've been watching re-runs of Hogans Heroes for the last two hours, willing yourself not to fall asleep. When you hear the door slam open you almost jump out of your skin.

You see her instantly and you would be lying if you denied that your breath hitched a little as soon as you saw her. Even with her mouth attached to some guys lips and a smoke In the hand that wasn't clutching at the back of his mo-hawk, she looked absolutely breathtaking. Her hair was dark and long, you couldn't see her eyes but you imagined them to be beautiful. She wore short black shorts and a tight black t-shirt with short black lace up boots. You think maybe that was her work uniform because the guy she was attached to was wearing all black as well.

They still haven't seen you as they stumble through the apartment, lips not detaching for a moment. Now you kind of understand how they make so much noise when they come home. You feel like you should say something but once again you're frozen with what's happening around you. Two seconds later they're in Santana's room and you can finally breathe again.

Well, that is until you hear the loud moaning and groaning of the bodies down the hall. You know you definitely can't sleep now so you turn your attention back to the tv, except you're not really watching it because all you can concentrate on is the tone tan legs of your housemate and the way she dragged her boyfriend through the apartment like she needed him so badly it hurt. You felt like maybe you should turn the volume of the tv up louder but when you reach for the remote you find that you are turning the volume down.

Half an hour later Santana's bedroom door flies open and you freeze in your spot on the couch.

'Where are you going?' You hear her boyfriend yell from the bedroom. Well you assume he's her boyfriend, people back home don't usually sleep with people every night unless they're a couple, so they must be.

'Calm your balls, ima turn off the tv.' Santana growls and you can hear her voice quickly moving it's way down the hall and you know it's too late to make it to your room before she see's you, so you just sit there in the dimly lit room with only the light from the tv lighting the room.

'Hurry up, and get my smokes!' The guy yells.

'Fuck you.' Santana mutters under her breath as she walks into the living room. You stay as still as possible as she searches for the remote but then you realise you've got it and you start to breathe a little faster. Soon she's going to see you so you think maybe it would be better if you let her know now that you're here. With a loud gulp you breathe out a shaky greeting.

'Hi.'

You watch as Santana jumps back a little and whips her head around to you. Her eyes are wide and wild, darker then you imagined but that might just be from the lighting.

'Jesus, what the…who the fuck are you?' She asks in shock.

You stutter a little because you're still focused on the colour of her eyes. 'B-brittany.'

'Why the fuck are you in my apartment?!' She spits and takes a step forward. Now she's further in the light of the tv and you can see that she is no longer wearing her work shirt. She's standing before you unashamed in only her short shorts and a black lace bra, rubbing her head roughly. 'Fuck maybe I'm still high.'

'Ah…i-I'm your new housemate, I signed the agreement with Rachel a few days ago.' You explain shakily. You don't know why but this girl is making you nervous.

'That fucking dwarf bitch, she probably told you alllll about me did she?' Santana snaps and leans down to grab the packet of smokes off the coffee table. She then reaches into the back pocket of her shorts and takes out a lighter. You follow her movements but shake your head after a while when you remember she asked you a question.

'Um…n-not really.'

You watch as Santana takes out a cigarette from the packet and places it between her lips before lighting the end. She takes a long breath in like she had been waiting years for that cigarette, and you follow the way her stomach muscles move in and out when she exhales. You're so concentrated on her stomach that she frightens you when she begins to speak again.

'Sorry Sunshine, I'm not into chicks.' She smirks over her cigarette but makes no attempt to cover herself up. It feels like she's teasing you or something and you don't want her to do that so you quickly take your eyes off her body and look back to the tv. You want to say something about you not being into chicks either but for some reason you can't find the right words.

'Oh I wasn't um…' You try to explain but your words get drowned out by a voice calling down the hall.

'Lopez! Come on!' The man yells.

You gaze back to Santana in time to see her roll her eyes and take another drag of her cigarette. You're pretty sure you're not supposed to smoke inside but you don't want to say anything because she has been living here for longer than you, and you don't want to get off on the wrong foot.

You look up and Santana is staring at you curiously, her deep brown eyes hypnotise you for a moment before you see a hint of a smirk etching onto her lips. You gaze away again and feel a blush creep onto your face. You don't know what the hell this girl is doing to you but it's like you have no idea how to act around her just yet, she confuses you.

A second later you see a tan hand come into your line of vision and you look back up to see she is shaking the cigarette packet in front of you like she is asking if you want one. You shake your head. Smoking kills dreams, mom told you that once.

'I don't smoke.'

'Thought so.' Santana smirks and blows a wisp of smoke above her head. She nods her head towards the tv before turning away from you. 'You might wanna turn that up, Puckerman can get loud.'

She goes to walk away but for some reason you feel the need to blurt something out before she leaves. 'I think you're louder.'

You instantly curse yourself when she spins back around with a look of shock on her face. Now she knows you've heard her!

'What?' She questions.

'I m-mean, you just um…like when you're orgasming you seem louder than him.'

No! you just want to slap yourself in the head right now but that would be even more embarrassing so you sit there and watch her face turned from shocked to amused, and you gulp.

'You've listened to us fuck?' Santana asks smugly with a raised eyebrow. Your mouth pretty much drops open at her words. You don't think you've ever heard someone talk like that, your parents would kill you if you ever talked like that.

'No!' You yell and blush a little more by how loud your voice was. 'I just can't really help it, you're not exactly quiet.'

Santana's smirk widens as she takes another drag from her cigarette. The room is really starting to stink of smoke but you don't want to say anything, you just want her to leave so you can breathe again.

'Do you get off on hearing him fuck me?' She asks directly.

'What?' You splutter and feel your face heat up further. 'No!'

You really wish she wasn't blocking the way to your room right now because all you want to do is run away and hide but you can't.

You take once last glance up to her smirking face and she winks at you before leaning forward and putting out her cigarette on the edge of the coffee table.

'Enjoy the show Sunshine.'

What do you think? Yay or Nay?

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