Won't You Come On Over? [rl w/Brittany]

[lebanese]

There was a sudden flurry of movement across the upper level of the Lopez house. The door to Santana's room burst open without warning, and she emerged wearing only a towel. Frantically taking the stairs down two at a time, she was just quick enough to skid into the laundry room and change into a fresh set of clothes before the doorbell rang, indicating Brittany's arrival.

With still dripping hair, she padded her way barefoot across the carpet to the front room (leaving a noticeable trail in her wake). "Coming," she promised, while clumsily releasing the deadbolt and unlocking the door. And so it was with a disheveled appearance and somewhat out-of-breath wheeze that she greeted the blond: "Hey."