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Mr. Schue was in the middle of introducing yet another journey song to the set list for sectionals when a surprisingly dull Brittany walked into the room. This of course caused everyone to turn their attention towards the usually up beat blonde, as they stared intently at her instead of the happy greeting and glowing smile that usually came from looking at Brittany, the club was not even awarded eye contact from those unfaltering bright blue eyes. The only person who could possibly have had this effect on the blonde was a conveniently missing fiery Latina.
2 hours before
"Brittany, I'm sorry! I have apologized about a thousand times! What else could you possibly want from me?" I didn't know what else to say to the girl that had stolen my heart the moment I met her 4 years ago. I don't even know how we got to this terrible place with me on my knees shedding uncharacteristic tears begging for forgiveness.
I was at my locker after the last class of the day, with a weird smile on my face that would not disappear no matter how hard I tried, trust me. Earlier I had finally told Brittany exactly how I felt and have been feeling towards her since freshman year, and I had found out shockingly enough at least a fraction of my feelings were mutual! So here I am thinking that my life is straight one hunna, until I turn around and recieve a slap to my face. When I finally regained my vision I realized the slap had been administered by none other than my favorite blonde. Confusion quickly over took angers place in my mind the minute I stared into those usually understanding deep blue eyes. Now I'll be the first to admit (at least in my head) that I usually do deserve a hard slap in the face, but as I stood there re-analyzing every action and even thought I had from earlier that day I for once in my life saw myself being a some what good citizen. "What the hell britt?" I said as I internally cursed my voice for wavering and possibly showing weakness. I took a step back as I saw the blondes expression harden even more, "So when were you going to tell me that you have a thing for berry?"