I just needed to get this out of my head.
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You watch her walk away from you again, as she gives you a smile over her shoulder, and your heart flutters, and your fingers curl even tighter around the books you had in your arms. Disarmed, again, you realize she's been doing that a lot lately.
You should have told her. You should have told her that you couldn't come, because Santana had already asked you to go shopping with her, because you had to go shopping for college supplies, because your car was in desperate need of a good wash.
But you couldn't, could you?
Not when she looked up at you with those big, bright eyes. Not when she gave you a smile so hopeful that made your breath catch. Not when she embraced you so tightly that for a second, you imagined that you weren't the only one with this gripping attraction, that you weren't the only one who was terrified of losing the other if you let go.
You could hear Santana's voice already, though, teasing you because you were 'so whipped'. You briefly considered not telling her, but you knew she needed a reason as to why you were bailing on her.
Damn Santana Lopez.
You should have told her, regardless. Even if you could handle a few hours of baby-sitting with her. Even if you could sit there and hope she didn't notice how longingly you looked. Even if she was just concerned. Even if she was just looking out for you, like a good friend should.
That makes your heart hurt more than it should.
Because, as she turns away completely, you should have told her that you loved her. That you didn't mean to hurt her. That you loved her so much that it was consuming you.
But you couldn't. Not when it wasn't your arms she was running into at the end of the hall.
It was his.