Hey! This is a story that I started a couple months back, and I've currently got a few chapters written, and I decided that I really wanted to post it. I'm not sure if it's any good, but I wanted to post it anyways.
So, I'm really bad a remembering disclaimers, so this goes for the entire story:
I do not own Glee, or any of the characters.
The title comes from the song "Secret Love" by Hunter Hayes, but the song is not part of the story, though it is a great song.
Without further ado, I present the very first chapter of Secret Love!
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Chapter 1 Surprise
-Santana-
I hate the first day of school. Or, more importantly I hate summer ending. Though the cheer camp I attended for almost all of the summer was rigorous, it was the best part of my summer, or more specifically, someone there was the best part of my summer. The other two weeks I spent curled up in my bed, or rushing to complete all of my summer assignments.
In California, where the camp was, I could be just Santana, not badass Santana Lopez that I was here in Lima.
But now, as I sit in my black BMW SUV X6, wearing my red and white Cheerios uniform, I know that the summer is over, and my bitchy persona has to be back in effect.
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All eyes are on me when I step out of my car. I know what they're waiting for. They've made a path. He's at the other end of it, talking to the boy next to him, who spots me first and steps away, melting into the crowd. Then, he turns around and looks at me. Should we have some cliché movie scene and run at each other in slow motion?
I settle for just taking long, sharp strides towards him. I feel everyone still watching as I approach.
"Hey," I greet softly.
He smiles, eyes shining brightly. "Hi."
I wrap my arms around his torso, and he leans down as I lean up, our lips meeting in a soft kiss. Someone whistles, and we break apart.
"I missed you," He says, loud enough for most of the people around us to hear.
"I missed you too, Seb."
He slips his arm around my shoulders, pulling me close to his side as I wrap my arm around his waist.
I feel him lean down, and he whispers in my ear. "Still a spectacle."
I chuckle softly as he leads me through the halls to my locker.
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"Santana?" A quiet voice questions.
I turn, and standing just a few steps away is the best part of my summer.
I lose my ability to speak, so Sebastian, still at my side, takes over, his voice soft.
"Who're you?"
"I'm Brittany."
"Sebastian. Smythe."
"Britt," I breathe out. "What're you doing here?"
"My family just moved here. I go to McKinley now."
Sebastian leans in close to me, whispering again. "Is this the Brittany?"
My gaze meets his, and he instantly knows, without me even speaking.
"Welcome to William McKinley High School," Sebastian grins at Brittany.
She smiles back, hesitant.
I spot someone across the hall, and I feel a glare forming. "You need something, Berry?"
"I'm showing Brittany around."
"Not anymore. I'll handle it," There is no room for question in my words.
Rachel nods, smiling at Brittany before walking away.
I reach out and grab Brittany's schedule, looking it over. I realized it was exactly identical to mine.
"I've got to get to class, but I'll see you both around," Sebastian smiles, before turning and heading down the hallway.
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"That was quite a show you two put on earlier outside," Brittany comments sharply.
I couldn't decide whether to laugh or be worried. "Britt, Sebastian is about as gay as a rainbow unicorn."
"Then why in the world are you dating him?" She snapped.
"Because this is Ohio, Britt. People aren't as… accepting… as they are in California."
She sighs, and I know I've gotten through to her.
"Come on, Britt. Let's get to English," I close my locker, happy I checked into homeroom earlier.
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We still have a few minutes before class starts when we get to the classroom, so I lead Britt to the table in the back right corner, next to the windows, and I take the window seat, so my left side is by the windows.
When the bell rings, the teacher walks in, and I can't help but smirk at who it is.
"Hello, class. My name is Holly Holliday, as some of you may know from my previous years of subbing. But now, I've been roped into a full time teacher, so here I am," she pauses. "Now, since it's the first day, why don't we all get to know each other?"
She glances around the room, and her eyes meet mine for a moment, and I can tell she recognizes me.
"Why don't we start with you, and we'll go around the room," she points to a boy in the front. "Stand up, tell us your full name, and one interesting fact about you."
The boy stands. "Uh, I'm Finn Hudson, and I've been captain of the football team ever since I was a freshman."
Finn sits, and the boy next to him stands. "The name's Noah, Noah Puckerman. I've gone by Puck since fourth grade."
This goes on until it reached my row. Now it's Brittany's turn.
She stands. "I'm Brittany S. Pierce. I just moved here from California and I'm glad I did."
It's my turn, so I stand. "Santana Lopez, and my favorite part of the summer has always been going to cheer camp, because that's where I feel the most at home."
I sit back down, and Brittany grins at me.
Ms. Holliday smiles at the class, and the bell rings just then.
"Off to Spanish," I tell Brittany, grabbing my things.
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After Spanish, we head to Glee Club. I'm the queen of the school, so I'm not embarrassed to be in Glee, and a lot of the losers here became my closest friends.
I lead Brittany to the back row, and sit in the corner, with her next to me. No one will question me about not sitting with Sebastian. A few members of the club know that we are fake dating, but the main reason is that Sebastian usually sits in the front with Rachel.
After the bell rings, Mr. Schuester walks in.
"Good morning, guys!" Mr. Schue smiles. "Today, we have a new member. Everyone welcome Brittany Pierce to the club!"
I grin at Brittany, as the rest of the group mutters their greetings and welcomes.
"So, before we start, why don't you tell us about yourself, Brittany?" Mr. Schue decides.
"Well, I was born in Thousand Oaks, California. I have four sisters, one full, two half, and one step: Brianna, who's twenty one; Mackenzie and Valerie, who are thirteen, and Naomi who is fifteen; a step-brother, Hunter, who is seventeen, and a half-brother, Heath, who is fourteen. The last school I went to was the SCDA, which is the Southern California Dance Academy. I go to the SCCA every summer."
"SCCA? Isn't that where you go every summer, Santana?" Kurt asks.
"Yeah," I say. "Britt and I met the first year we ever went there when we were four."
"Why didn't you tell any of us about her?" Tina wonders.
"I did," I defend myself.
"She told Quinn and me," Marley agrees.
"And me," Noah chips in.
I feel my cheeks heat up at what I've told them.
"What about you, Sebastian? She tell you, too?" Kurt asked.
Sebastian nodded. "Yeah."
It was true, I had told Seb quite a bit about Brittany and me. He has always been one of my best friends, along with Noah and Marley, and sometimes Quinn. I met Sebastian when I was eight. My older brothers, Antonio, Marco, and Roman had just started at Dalton Academy, and Marco and Roman had befriended Sebastian, who was my age. They brought him home and Seb and I instantly became friends.
I knew I was a lesbian by the time I was thirteen, the summer after seventh grade. I went to cheer camp, and although I had always thought Brittany was pretty, that year I felt something different. She had changed, gotten taller, grown into her body a bit more, and I suddenly found myself nervous around her when she got close. Hugging her and holding her hand felt different. Cuddling at night was especially different. She had been touchy since the day I met her, but that year, I swear she did things just to drive me crazy.
I went through that summer struggling with the fact that I was developing real feeling for Brittany every day I saw her. It started as just a little crush, but soon it was like I couldn't breathe without her. I didn't do anything though, because she was pretty much my best friend, and I was about ninety three percent sure she was straight.
Eighth grade was rough for me, because a lot of my friends were getting boyfriends, but all I could do was think about Brittany. We texted every once in a while, and talked on the phone sometimes too. That year at school was spent waiting for the summer, and trying to come to terms with the fact that I was falling for a girl.
When summer vacation finally rolled around, I powered through that first week, doing all of my summer assignments.
Brittany had gotten even more gorgeous over the year, getting even taller. She had cut her hair, getting soft bangs that swept across her forehead. It looked really good with her high ponytails we were all required to have (that or tight buns.)
It was the same as the previous summer mostly, her being very touchy, and me fawning over her (what the hell was wrong with me? Santana Lopez does not fawn over people!) Something had changed though. She blushed whenever I complemented her or initiated our touching.
One night, we snuck out after curfew and headed to the lake. We sat at the edge of the pier, our legs dangling off, not quite reaching the water. We were huddled close, as it was a particularly cool summer night. That night was one of the best of my life.
-Flashback, 2008-
Brittany and I are on the pier, looking out over the calm water of the lake. Our sides are pressed together, my right hand intertwined with her left.
"San?"
"Yeah Britt?"
She doesn't respond right away, so I pull my legs from over the edge, and turn to face her, crossing my legs under me. She does the same.
"I have to tell you something."
"What is it?" I was starting to get worried.
"I- I…" She stumbles over her words.
I squeeze her hand gently. "What's on your mind, B?"
Brittany doesn't say anything. I vaguely recognize that she is moving closer to me, but all I can do is stare into the ocean orbs as my heart pounds in anticipation of what my brain realizes was about to happen.
I don't break our gaze until I feel her soft lips connect with mine, and my eyes instinctively shut. I blindly place my hand that was not tangled with Britt's on her cheek, caressing her face.
Her free hand is now on my side, right over my ribcage. I wonder briefly if she can feel my pounding heartbeat.
Her lips are so soft and taste like her strawberry lip gloss. Finally fully realizing what was going on, I tentatively run my tongue along her bottom lip. Her lips part, and her tongue meets mine. I nearly moan when our tongues tangle together. I wonder if she could tell this was my first kiss. I feel the fireworks that everyone talks about when they describe what it is like to kiss their soulmate.
When we finally pull apart, only for the need for air, I stare into her eyes again as we try to catch our breath.
"Santana, I really like you."
"I like you too, Britt," I am pretty sure I knew what she meant but I don't want to assume anything.
"No, San. I like, like you. And I think you like me that way too," Brittany announces.
I have admitted to myself that I really do like her in a romantic way, but hearing her say it out loud made me scared. When I went to jump up, to run like I always do with my problems, I didn't realize our hands were still connected. She keeps her grasp firm, and pulls me back down, not allowing me to leave.
"You know what, I know you like me like that, San. I see you blush and stare. And I know it's scary to think about liking girls. And I know we only get to see each other for a couple months a year. But I really like you, and if you didn't like me too, you wouldn't have just kissed me back. You and I could be something, S. So I'm not going to let you run away and ruin any chance we have to be together."
I pause, and think about what she said. I do like her, a lot. And here she is, telling me what I've wanted to hear since last summer and I was about to run away.
"I really like you too, Britt," I admit.
Her whole face breaks out into a smile, and she pulls me in for another kiss.
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Yeah, that night was amazing.
I hated having to leave her. When I started high school that year, I realized after I joined the Cheerios that I needed to get a boyfriend to keep up my straight charade. I didn't like any of the boys here. I didn't trust many of them either besides Noah, and I guess Finn. I didn't like the idea of dating either of them though, fake or not, plus they both seemed to have their sights set on Quinn Fabray.
It was a week later, when I met up with Sebastian at the Lima Bean that I came up with the perfect plan. I came up with it as I watched him, watching some boy across the room. I suggested that we date, and when he gave me an incredulous look, I quickly explained that we would fake date. When he asked why, I finally admitted that I was lesbian to someone other than Brittany. Sebastian agreed, because we both wanted to keep pretending we were straight, because come on, we lived in Ohio!
That year, I came out to Noah, Quinn, my siblings, my parents, and my close friend Marley Rose, who was thirteen then, and was a good friend of Noah's little brother, Jake, which is how I met her.
They were all super supportive, and agreed not to tell anyone, just like I knew they would. My Abuela was different. She was Catholic, and believed that a woman should only marry a man. It stung, for her not to accept me, but Brittany was worth it, because I was in love with her, and I'm pretty sure I had been since I was four years old.
That summer, Brittany and I continued our "relationship" further, never truly defining what we were, and never telling anyone at the camp.
When the camp ended, I had a week to convince Sebastian to transfer to McKinley. He agreed, and so did his parents. I enjoyed having one of my best friends around all the time, and I enjoyed our power couple status, with me as co-captain of the Cheerios, and Seb as the Linebacker on the football team.
The summer that year, I told Brittany I loved her. We were on the pier where we had our first kiss, and I decided it was time to be the first to admit something in our relationship. She of course, said I right back, and that night we took our relationship to the next level. Another one of the best nights of my life.
The next summer was spent mostly basking in our love for each other, and enjoying all of the perks that came along with being young and in love and sharing a cabin with just the two of us.
That's how we ended last summer. We didn't talk about her moving at all. So her just showing up today is a major shock to me.
I know now that Brittany is here, things will have to change. I care for her too much to force her to pretend what we have isn't real. I can't do that to either of us. But it scares me to death to think about what it will be like if I come out.
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"Santana?"
I snap my gaze to Brittany, realizing that I totally just zoned out thinking about our relationship.
I blush. "Hmm?"
She giggles. "You're cute when you daydream."
"You're cute all the time," I say back quietly, and we both giggle at how cheesy that was.
"Santana, Brittany. If you would like to share what you find so amusing, go ahead. Otherwise, please be quiet," Mr. Schue orders.
That just causes us to giggle more.
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That's the first chapter! If you can, please leave me a review and tell me what you thought about it. I hope to be on a schedule updating this every other week.
Thanks for reading,
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