Brittany tapped her foot to a beat that was only in her own head as she waited for Santana. She had already flipped through the tv, but nothing good was on. Just a lot of old people talking about confusing things and she had already watched the cartoons that were playing.
Fiddling with her stuffed duck, Brittany's ear's perked up when she heard the doorbell. Getting up from her bed, she quickly made her way downstairs, to see that her mother had already let Santana in and greeted her with the usual motherly hello and saying how much Santana had grown and such.
"Hey." She beamed at Santana as she approached her.