I woke up and did my usual routine: shower, drink my Cheerios shake and Skype Brittany for a while as she chooses which soda to rinse with today.
High pony - check
Cheerios uniform - check
Cherry lipgloss - check
Witty remarks to use against Finn - check
Everything's in order, but something isn't right... I don't like this feeling. Something just feels wrong. Is this how Berry feels when she doesn't wear a sweater without stupid animals on? I attempt to shake it off as I wander out to catch the bus.
I saw a mohawk run as I lock the door. I laugh, thinking he's forgotten his 'fro comb or whatever he uses to tame that dead ferret on his head- then I see. "Fuck" I say under my breath while throwing the house keys in my bag. "Fuck fuck fuck!" I start to run. "I can't miss this thing again!"
I swear that Vernon the bus driver just likes to see me run, the pervert. I just make it and slump down next to Britt who welcomes me with the cute lopsided smile she always does when she's genuinely happy. This, of course, makes me smile in return. I blush and turn away, annoyed with myself for feeling like this, towards a girl.
The thing I like the most about Britt is that she instantly knows when something's wrong, I mean it sucks really, but having someone who just knows when something's wrong… It's nice.
Listen to me. I'm becoming all emotional. This is what spending too much time in that damn choir room with Schuester does, singing all those songs about feelings… and love… and Bri- I stop myself from carrying on. We need to get some serious sexiness happening in Glee club, or I don't know what'll happen with me. It's not like I'm Team Lesbian or anything. No way. I'm all for people doing it, but not me. I likes me some man. But Britt… I don't know… There's something about her that I can't explain. We've made out a couple of times, and she wanted commitment, but now she's with wheels and it just hurts.
Puck stops my train of thought by moving next to me and giving me the eyes. Something about that ferret head just turns me on. He says nothing, but places his hand on my leg, getting higher and higher with each second. No. I can't do this with him anymore. It just feels wrong now. "Stop Puckerman or I'll shove that hand so far down your throat you'll be able to feel the temperature of the toilet water. Got it?" I snarl. Okay, I didn't mean to be so rude, but he was way up in my business. A girl's gotta respect herself, right? "Calm down lady lumps, I was just playing" His face looked hurt. Good. He shouldn't have tried to get it on. I don't blame him, who wouldn't want to get on this? I mean, look at me. I'm Santana fricking Lopez.
I don't know why I rejected Puck, normally I'd be all for it. But something just doesn't feel right anymore. I shrug it off, as the bus comes to a stop. I step outside and feel the warm breeze on my face. This is my school, I think, and in my school, nothing gets in my way. I'm like fricking Moses.
