A/N: Hey guys! Sorry for being absent for ages (a year!) and making a mess of the document. I got caught up in exams, and wasn't able to continue, which disappointed me because I was really excited about writing this story. So I restarted and hopefully it will work this time.
This story isn't really based on the book/movie 'Geography Club', but this is just a fun idea.
This story will move slowly, like most long distance relationships. Don't worry, a relationship will develop between Santana and Brittany at some point, but be patient. I'm trying to make this as realistic as possible. Relationships like this usually work slowly, especially with someone as weary and closed as Santana.
Please Review! I hope you like this idea.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or anything to do with Glee, Facebook or the book/movie Geography Club.
Chapter One: Regrets
If there was one thing Santana Lopez regretted the most in the world, it was coming out to Kurt Hummel. It happened at Kurt's house one night; they were watching a movie on Kurt's flat screen. Santana blurted it out, and the next thing she remembered was Kurt grabbing her and wrapping her up in a bone crushing hug. Santana loved Kurt. He was like her brother. But she was certainly not a hugger.
The next day in school, Santana walked down the hall, feeling eyes on her. Feeling self-conscious, which was extremely out of character for her, she worked out what must have happened so she immediately saw red and stormed down the hall to find Kurt, who looked mortified when she approached.
"I'm sorry!" he had squeaked, holding his hands up in defence and horror that Santana may hit him. It wouldn't have been the first time after all. "I told Rachel, because I was so proud of you. I should have known she would have spilled."
Santana had balled up her fists, and exhaled, knowing his intentions weren't bad. It didn't fix the fact that the whole school now knew she was gay. "You better sort this out, Lady Lips. How would you feel if this had been you?"
"I'm more comfortable with my sexuality than you," Kurt said, rather coldly, crossing his arms, forgetting for a second that he was the reason Santana was now outed.
Santana was already off down the corridor. She threw a "Fix it" over her shoulder and went to class. She wasn't stupid. She knew this couldn't be fixed like that. She couldn't make everyone in the school miraculously forget she was gay. It didn't stop her from trying, though.
Santana was rarely self-conscious about anything. She was usually confident, though that was mostly down to her good looks. She found that the more sarcastic and witty she was, the more people respected her. She never had any problems in school. People didn't dare cross her. The day she was outed was the first day in history that the people of McKinley High shot strange looks her way. And Santana didn't like it one bit.
When Santana got home that day, her mind was full of dark thoughts. She had no idea how she was going to get out of this. All day she got looks and most of them were curious, some were nasty. If she got a dollar for every time she saw people whisper while looking at her that day, Santana reckoned she'd be a multi-millionaire.
Santana threw her jacket on her bed, sat at her desk chair, logged onto her Facebook account, and found that she was now part of a new group chat. A group chat with 7 members, and 5 new messages. Santana sighed, knowing exactly who added her to this, and clicked on the group chat. The chat was called Geography Club.
Kurt Hummel: Welcome Santana! Guys, this is my recently out friend, Santana!
Dave Karofsky: Hi Santana!
Brittany Pierce: Hiiii! This is exciting, I didn't know you had any gay friends Kurt.
Kurt Hummel: Lol yeah, I didn't either until yesterday.
Brittany Pierce: Well, hi anyways!
Santana exhaled. She was so not in the mood for this.
Santana Lopez: Yeah, hey. One question, why am I here?
Immediately, Kurt replied.
Kurt Hummel: This is Geography Club, silly!
Santana Lopez: Yes? What's that?
She decided to play dumb to make time. She really didn't want to talk to these people she didn't know.
Kurt Hummel: This group chat here is full of my fellow gay comrades. I've told you about it a billion times.
Santana Lopez: Kurt, how do I remove myself?
Santana sat back in her desk chair, stretching her arms. All the hiding behind them in class that day made her joints stiff. She saw a new friend request from Brittany Pierce. She felt obliged to accept, which she did.
Santana groaned when another notification came through.
Brittany Pierce: Santanaaaa! Don't go. Give us a chance :)
Santana rubbed her eyes and logged out of her account. She couldn't handle this.
It was 9pm when she logged back on. Her parents had hounded her all day to tell them what was wrong, but she stayed mute.
Santana breathed a sigh of relief when she reached her bed-room and fell into her desk chair. She logged into her account and saw there was only one message there in the group chat, sent ten minutes ago.
Brittany Pierce: Is anyone on? I'm bored :)
Santana considered it for a minute, but before she knew it she was typing a reply to this girl.
Santana Lopez: Yeah.
A minute later, a sound erupted from her laptop indicating a message came through.
Brittany Pierce: Hey new girl! What's up?:)
Santana Lopez: Nothing really, just chilling before bed. You?
Brittany Pierce: Same:) Want to play 20 Questions?
Santana usually would say no, but something in her made her play. She and Brittany took their conversation to a private chat between the two.
She found out a lot about Brittany. She was 17 and she lived in a small town outside Indianapolis. She had an obese cat, she came out gay at 15 and her parents were very accepting. Brittany said she knew Kurt through mutual friends, like everyone else in the group chat. She said that nobody in the chat had met in person, though, except Santana and Kurt, obviously.
Santana answered the same questions. She was 18 in a couple of months and she lived in Lima, Ohio. She had a golden retriever called Sandy, and she came out but not by choice. Her parents didn't know yet. Santana spoke about how she went to school with Kurt.
Santana usually hated talking to new people, but there was something about Brittany that she liked. She was friendly and seemed pretty chirpy, which Santana loathed with other people, but not Brittany, strangely. She had just started talking to the girl, after all.
Santana spent a good twenty minutes going through Brittany's Facebook. Her profile picture was her, a tall, blonde, blue-eyed girl, sitting on a couch, grinning, wearing a simple t-shirt and dark blue jeans. She had her arm wrapped around a mini version of her, who Santana presumed was Brittany's sister. Santana thought Brittany looked like a typical, All-American girl.
Brittany Pierce: We've been talking for over four hours :o
Santana looked at her clock, her eyes burning from the brightness of the screen. 1:23am. Jesus.
Santana Lopez: I better go then, I have a pretty tough day ahead of me.
Brittany Pierce: OK. It was nice talking to you Santana:)
Santana Lopez: You too, Brittany :)
Santana cursed herself briefly for sending a smiley face, before crawling under her covers and thinking about the hell she had to face in school for another two months before summer vaction.