Hi! So this is gonna be different for me. I've done one-shots and am working on a story, but this is basically a series of oneshots. So ya. The first four chapters will be kind of a profile for four of the characters. I will still be working on my stories, but this just helps get the creative juices flowing.
This is Santana Lopez.
Otherwise known as bitch. She is mean, cocky and snarky. But she can also be caring, sweet, and compassionate. She has walls built and secured.
The only people who get to see the other side of her were her immediate family members, Quinn, Charlie, and Angie.
Brittany used to see this side too.
Used to.
They started going out the summer after freshman year. Secretly of course. Sophomore year she came out to her family and friends. Weeks later, the school.
Despite this, she still held her reputation. People still feared her. Just like she wanted it. She puts up a strong front. As if nothing affected her, as if nothing scares her, or brings her down.
But she's human.
Her abuela disowning her affected her drastically. She gets scared by the mere mention of spiders. And things with Brittany make her sad.
Brittany was her first love. She was a free spirit. Fun loving. Beautiful.
It started off as just sex. But things started changing, and she finds that it's never just sex with Brittany. It can never be. She finds that she has fallen in love with her best friend.
She finally gathers the courage to ask her out. She said yes.
A few dates later they were together.
A year later, they weren't together.
They weren't even friends anymore.
But not enemies.
She could never bring herself to hate her, even after everything. So they were just strangers.
It hurts.
Whenever she thinks about their situation. Best friends, girlfriends, not friends. She misses her. Not as a lover. As a friend, a companion. She misses their movie nights, their random conversations about everything and anything.
It takes the rest of the summer for her to get over Brittany. Just barely.
Quinn helped. She comforted her. Cared for her.
They were close friends, but became best friends by the end of the summer.
Somewhere along this, she fell. Fell for her best friend. Again. But this blonde was different. She could feel it. Brittany was easy, and she had easily fallen for her. But Quinn. Quinn was special.
She made her body spark with every touch, no matter how innocent. She made her stomach flip and flop with her smiles.
They never crossed the friend line though. And she was grateful. She didn't want another relationship to start from sex. She wanted it to be pure and real.
But what relationship?
Quinn was straight. The walking definition of heterosexual. Quinn was her best friend.
She didn't want to ruin their friendship by three words. No matter how much those words meant to her.
What if Quinn didn't feel the same way? Things would be awkward and weird between them. And it would probably never go back.
Then any relationship between the two of them would never exist.
She couldn't have a repeat of what happened with Brittany.
She couldn't live without Quinn.
So those three words were kept hidden, at least, for now.