Okay, you like to think that what you do isn't that creepy. I mean it could be worse, right? Yeah, you kind of stare at her while at school. Yeah, you kind of do watch her walking around the streets at night while you're on top of buildings. While you're wearing a tactical balaclava. And have a bo on your back. And military boots. And knifes on a holster around your thigh. It's kind of a bonus in the whole vigilante thing.
Okay, it is creepy as fuck. But you can't really help it when she is so beautiful, nice, kind and just... Jesus. You really have it bad.
You're sitting in the back of the classroom, not really paying any attention to the teacher. You're on your last year of school, and even though you just began, you already know everything. Studying so much for so many years did pay off, you think. It basically means you can watch Brittany while she's trying to listen to the teacher, her tongue poking out while she tries to focus. You seem to know a lot of small details about her, which is really strange since you only exchanged a few words. It's not that she's mean to you or anything like that, you're just too shy to start a conversation.
The bell rings and you get up, fixing your shirts, grabbing your books and leaving the classroom, pushing everyone aside. You are really hungry, and the fact that people find you intimidating for some reason really helps when it comes to walking in the hallways.
After you get your food, you sit down with your friends: Quinn, Rachel and Kurt.
"Got ya pretty bad, huh?" Quinn mumbles. You look up, thinking it over a bit before you remember yesterday. And the slight black eye you've got.
"Oh…Yeah". You shrug. All of them know about your… Secret life. You had to tell them after you started missing school and sometime showing up with bruises. At first, it was worse. You would go days without being able to go to school, for you were so reckless with your fighting. You learned, though, so now you only ever have to miss school a few times. You never get in trouble because your uncle is pretty important, and no one would dare do something to you. Plus, you're an all-A's student.
As you walk down the halls, you hear footsteps behind you, but you don't make much of it. Someone taps your shoulder and your body tenses up. You then relax, realizing you're in school, and turn around.
"Yea-" You start, but don't finish because Brittany Pierce is standing in front of you. You cough a couple of times to hide you're obvious failure to communicate with another human being.
"Uh… Hey" She says, smiling a really cute half-smile, and you smile back "I was wondering if… maybe you could help me studying for the math exam tomorrow?" She asks, her cheeks going an adorable tint of red.
"Oh. Yeah, sure" You mumble, and she stares at you expectantly. "Oh yeah right… Can it be over in my house?"
"Sure"
"Okay then. So like, can you come over after school?" You ask, rubbing the back of your neck nervously.
"Of course" She replies "I'll meet you in your locker".
She leaves before you can ask how the hell she knows where your locker is.
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You walk out of class with your heart beating faster than it does when you're fighting. Yeah, Brittany has that effect on you.
You get to your locker and start getting what you need. When you're done, you close it and Brittany's standing behind it.
"Fuck" You jump.
"Oh. Sorry about that, didn't mean to scare you". She giggles.
"It's okay" You smile "Shall we?"
You walk silently to your house. You're really nervous so you don't try to make small talk. For some reason, Brittany's twiddling her fingers and for a second you think that maybe she's nervous too, but you quickly delete that thought. That's just hopeful thinking.
You lead her to your 'apartment', which is basically a tiny apartment next to the actual house. People think you have that because you're rich or something, but you know better. Your uncle just doesn't want to deal with you.
After a while, you're both on the sofa, and you're helping her on a question. Sometimes, her hand brushes against yours or she gets extremely close to you and you think you've died a hundred times already. She's actually pretty good, she just doesn't really know how to organize her thoughts. You told her that, and she blushed (you almost choked on your own saliva because dammit was that cute). When she admits she's tired, you tell her that you think she'll do pretty good on the test.
"So… Why do you live here?" She asks, chewing on her bottom lip.
"I just… Do. I don't know" You shrug. She chuckles.
"And you live with your uncle right?" She asks, to which you nod "Is it too much if I ask you why?"
"Uh… Not at all. My mother died when I was nine…" You consider telling her for two seconds, but then you decide on the simple answer "My dad, too" You cringe at calling him that.
"Oh" She says, putting her hand on your shoulder "That's awful" She says, and she does look pretty sad.
"Anyway" You say getting up so the mood won't get too bad "What do you wanna do now?" You ask.
"Stargaze?" She says, looking down shyly.
You chuckle and she smiles hopefully. Your insides go all warm.
"Sure."
As you walk outside, she spots your mini hangar. You feel the urge to punch yourself in the face for leaving it's door open.
"Wow! That looks so cool! It'd be great to dance in such a big space" She says while walking in it's direction. You don't really have the guts to tell her not to go there because it would end with you having to come up with an explanation and you really suck at that. You basically pray to god that you haven't left anything that'll reveal who you are in plain view.
When you both walk in, you let out a sigh of relief. There's only the bettered and old punching bag hanging in a corner, and a few weapons thrown around.
"Okaaaaaaaay" She whispers, looking slightly shocked. "I thought it wasn't true" She mumbles.
"What wasn't true?" You ask curiously.
"Oh… Uh. Nothing" She says, nervously.
"Brittany? You're a terrible liar." You say, smiling slightly.
"There's just this… This rumor going around that you… That you street fight?"
You laugh. You laugh for a really good while because fuck, people are so weird.
"Oh um… Alright then" You answer.
"I mean, you show up all bruised sometimes… And miss school. It's just weird" She says.
"Nah, it's okay. Rumors are rumors" You answer.
"So… You're not explaining?" She asks, flashing a half-smile.
"Um… Someday, maybe?" You say, smiling at her. She chuckles. She then pulls you to the middle of the hangar.
"Let's dance!" She exclaims.
"Uh… I'm not very good at that" You say awkwardly. She just shrugs your comment off.
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You two danced for almost a hour. Okay, she danced for almost an hour. You just gave up after a while and just watched as she danced to whatever song played on the speakers you turned on for her.
You don't think you've ever seen someone dance like that. She just looks so comfortable and seems to float around, her movements seem calculated but spontaneous at the same time and it's probably the best thing in the world to watch her dance. Okay, maybe holding her hand or hugging her or kissing her are better but you're completely happy with what you've got.
"Thanks for that" She says, breathing heavily.
"You dance like an angel" You mutter before you can stop yourself. You cheeks instantly grow warmer.
She blushes, too, and you two just stare at each other with silly smiles before you exclaim "Stargazing!". She chuckles and follows you to the garden. You lay down first, and she lays beside you. You feel like she's a bit closer than what is the 'normal' distance, but you don't mind at all (you love it).
"I like the stars" She mumbles after a while of comfortable silence.
"Me too. They remind me of certain people" You say, and you don't get why you're telling her such a personal fact, but you don't care.
"Examples?" She asks shyly.
"Uh… My mother. She was always kind and all that. She was like a star" You mumblr, almost not making any noise at all.
"Maybe she's up there" Brittany says. You feel her fingers search for your hand, so you hold her hand. She squeezes yours tightly, and you think you're having trouble breathing.
"So… Brittany Pierce, what's your favorite color?" You ask. You feel her body shake against yours, so you presume she's laughing.
"Yellow" She says "What about yours?"
"I like gray and black" You say, to which she looks at you and makes a strange face. You chuckle "I like blue, too".
She smiles and you smile too, turning back to the sky (though her eyes are way more beautiful).
"You do really well in school right?" She asks quietly.
"I guess"
"How? I mean, not to be rude but you never seem to pay attention to class. Plus, you miss classes a lot" She says shyly.
"I have a lot of free time" That's a lie.
"Okay". She says simply.
After what feels like forever and only a few minutes, she turns on her side, staring at you, so you mirror her actions.
"I wanna thank you for today, Santana. I had a great time".
"Me too" You mumble.
She leaves a while after that. You offer to walk her home but she says her house is close by (which isn't true) and that she doesn't want to be a bother. You reply that she won't be, but she leaves anyway.
You aren't really in the mood to do anything, so you put on your 'vigilante outfit' (which consists on black, tight pants, a white shirt, tactical balaclava, gloves, the bo, the throwing knives and military boots) and go for a round around the city.
After about twenty minutes, you listen a yell not far away from where you are, so you follow the noise.
You almost trip on your own feet and fall down the building you're in when you see it's source.
Brittany's backing into an alley while a dirty-looking man walks slowly in her direction. You see something shining in his hand.
A knife.