The drive from Lima back to Louisville was really kind of depressing for Santana. Some old Whitney Houston song came through the radio that reminded Santana of Brittany. She switched it faster than Taylor Swift switched boyfriends. Some OneRepublic song was on now. As if on cue, rain began to drizzle from the sky and onto the windshield of Santana's convertible.
She pulled into the parking lot of Taco Bell to prevent herself from getting in a car accident as her tears finally clouded her eyes. She had heard that song so many times in the radio system in Walmart while she and her cheer buddies ran in for a midnight booze run after practice. She never thought that singing it would scratch her that raw. Who was she kidding? Santana knew that it wasn't the song or the thought of giving up something she had waited forever for. It was the tears running down the blonde's porcelain face and the sound her heart breaking in her voice.
Santana turned off the car and soon grew colder than her heart in her sophomore year. She tried her very best to quell the warmth of Brittany's skin when they shared their very last embrace. It wasn't working. She was frigid cold.
She pulled into the drive-through of the Taco Bell, knowing very well that Coach would more than likely curse the pounds off of her in the morning. Not that a single Diet Coke could do much damage. It was better than the things she had seen Jain stuff herself with directly after practice.
She took her parking space at the dorms and found that she still was just barely done with her Coke. Santana made her way up to her dorm room and found that Jain was passed out on the top bunk with her hand in her pants. She muttered a laugh under her breath and tried to be as quiet as she possibly could. She soon found herself blissfully (as one can be with a broken heart) piled under the many blankets Jain had provided, to the courtesy of her over caring Filipino mother, Mrs. Monsod.
Santana half-heartedly tried to watch some re-run of Snooki and JWow and block out the sound of Jain's soft snores. The exhaustion from cheer had eventually caught up with her and left her to the mercy of her own dreams. Hopefully they wouldn't give her crap about Brittany like they had been for the past weeks.
The morning was the first Saturday Santana has spent without a hangover her entire freshman college year so far. Of course, she kind of preferred the heavy, relentless beating of her brain smashing against her skull instead of the moments of yesterday replaying in her mind. Her dreams were full of nothing but black and emptiness while her concious mind wasn't as considerate.
Jain was in the tiny, conjoined bathroom straightening her long, black hair and humming something old under her breath. She looked like some kind of pajama goddess in her oversized Bud Light shirt and lacey lime green panties.
"Princess Aurora has finally awaken from her slumber, I see." Jain laughed, her olive skin reflecting the light of the miniscule bathroom like a freshly polished mirror. Santana mustered a tinkling laugh for Jain's sake. She came out of the bathroom and pulled on her jeans and a really cute black lace tanktop Santana had admittedly borrowed more than once. Noticing the Latina's puffy red eyes, she crouched down and smiled sadly.
"Lemme guess, last night was the big explosion with the dancer." Jain said resting her chin on Santana's bare knees. Santana nodded sadly and looked down at her hands as they twisted and writhed together like they just didn't fit, even though she knew they did. They just fit better with Brittany's than they did with her own.
Jain pulled her to her feet and threw random articles of clothing in her face causing peals of playful laughter from Santana's mouth. "We are going on a bike ride through U of L's main garden. We are going to go out tonight, meet sexy lesbians, do body shots off the girls from the sorority, blow off church, and forget about her, because long distance is hard. Like, really hard. I have to get off my bed, go down four flights of stairs, and into Starbucks for coffee. That frigging sucks, Tana. I'm anorexic by the time I get my coffee. By then, I'm just like 'I NEED DOUBLE WHIPPED CREAM SWEETIE.' and then when I step on the scale, Coach yells and makes me want to throw up my lunch. Its a vicious cycle, Tana. Sorry. Babbling. Right. Moral of the story: distance sucks." Jain finished in a minimum of three breaths. She talked way too much and way too fast for anyone to truthfully understand what she was saying.
Jain and Santana were really good friends. They both knew what it was like to have Coach constantly badgering them about something (Jain's weight, Santana's boobs) and they both really liked to party. It was like a match made in heaven. Jain was also the only one Santana would let call her Tana. It sounded dumb and fruity coming from anyone else, but her. Santana couldn't think of anyone else she would rather be getting over Brittany with. To be honest, once she hopped on the tandem bike with Jain, getting over Brittany didn't actually sound like an impossible task for once.