Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, and I won't own Glee for any of the other chapters.
"There seemed to be endless obstacles… it seemed that the root cause of them all was fear." –Joanna Field
- - - - - - - Chapter 1
It was the first day of senior year and Santana sat on the edge of bed her tying up her sweet new Nike kicks she had gotten a week ago while school shopping with her Mami. Weezy's gunna be so jealous, she thought with a smirk. She rose to her feet and strode over to the floor to ceiling mirror she had made her dad install opposite her bed. The reflective strip rose from the bottom runner, to the ceiling, and then continued across the ceiling over her bed. She had told her parents it was for aesthetic design, but be real—she had gotten it installed a week after the first time her and Britt had had sweet lady kisses. It may be narcissistic but hey, she can't help it if she's sexy as hell. She gazed into the mirror and appraised her outfit selection. She smoothed down her long dark brown hair and she looked over herself approvingly. She had chosen tight black skinny jeans with a tight hot pink swoop neck tank top that accentuated her fantastic chest and matched her new Nike's to boot. Ima look alllll sorts of fine for Britts, she thought to herself with a cocky grin.
Thinking of the cheerful blonde made Santana's heart swell. They had spent the entire summer cuddling while watching movies, holding hands while walking through the park to feed ducks, and sneaking cheek kisses before bed every night as they snuggled together. It felt like old times… not the more recent old times of freshman and sophomore year filled with sweet lady kisses and sexy times, but an even purer era, back to middle and elementary school times. But this past summer had, if possible, even topped those blissful days of old. Santana had never felt happier than she had the past three months, and she had to admit that Britt was right- it was better when you talk about feelings. All summer long, Brittany had maintained her decision that the two could not be in a romantic relationship until Santana came out, and Santana understood where she was coming from, even if it was disappointing. Brittany had been hurt before by Santana when she had pushed Brittany away while ignoring her own feelings because she was scared and ashamed of other people judging her. Santana couldn't blame Brittany for being afraid of getting hurt because of Santana's fear- hell Santana was scared of hurting Brittany because of her own fear, and right now she couldn't guarantee she wouldn't panic and hurt her again. In turn, Santana over time, became able to vocalize to Brittany exactly why she was so scared of coming out, and Brittany realized it had been unfair to push Santana so hard. She hadn't understood about Santana's family, she had only been thinking about their friends. So throughout the summer they had decided to start working on reestablishing their relationship, and although platonic at the moment, they were trying to work on dealing with Santana's fears, so they could bring their relationship to the next level, where they both wanted it to be. Santana was still too scared to tell her parents, but she knew she wanted to work on it because she loved her Britts and she knew Brittany loved her.
Santana stepped back from the mirror and with one last look over her shoulder, she gave her butt a little shimmy, grinned, and then grabbed her book bag from besides her desk on her way out the door.
A/N: And so it begins! I really hope you guys like it, it will pick up a lot, and fast. This is my first not-based-on-anything fic so reviews and critiques are super welcome and wanted! Cheers :-)