Who: San and Brittany
What: Santana thought it'd be a piece of cake, living alone...
When: Wednesday night, her first night in the new place
Where: La casa nueva de Lopez
Rating/Warnings: Tame. Language, possibly
Santana lay and stared at the ceiling, wide awake. She hadn't really thought this would be a problem, living alone. She'd looked forward to it, even. Being her own master, and coming and going more or less as she pleased... she hadn't thought about the nights.
For the last sixteen years and change Santana had lived in noise, hustle and bustle. She grew up with the sound of her brothers talking, or fighting, or roughhousing, of her parents discussing whatever loudly in Spanish, of her younger brother crying. And then more recently, she'd been with Brittany, and even with a mom who was working a lot, the house managed to seem more full. Probably because Brittany was there with her, she mused.
And it wasn't as if Brittany hadn't offered to come and stay with her, this first night. Eagerly, even. But Santana had assumed she would be fine alone, and made up her mind that it would be a piece of cake, and here she was, all alone, completely unable to sleep and frankly a little frightened.
It was a long while before it hit her. The place didn't smell right, and that was something that wouldn't rectified until she'd really lived in it for a few weeks. It didn't smell bad, just very sterilized, like industrial carpet cleaner and bleach and maybe a hint of "person", from the last tenant. It wasn't familiar.
With a sigh, she rolled over and grabbed her phone, finally giving up.
B, can you come over?