Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Glee. If I did Wemma would be married already.
So here's what you missed on Glee. Santana slept over at Brittany's house but they didn't do much sleeping and now Santana feels guilty about it. Will she be able to sort out her feelings? Will it happen again? Who knows! And that's what you missed, on Glee!
Sometimes love comes at you in… unexpected ways. And when it does, it's scary. What happened to 'normal' love, the one that you learnt about from your parents and everyone else? It's scary, that feeling inside of you. It's even scarier when it's unusual; when it's not what your friends talked about on the phone to you, but something that no one would dare bring up, due to the fear of ridicule and shame. The scariest part, though, is how quickly it can grow. How it can grow from a small bud into a blooming flower in just a matter of weeks. Days, even. But unfortunately, fear doesn't drive scary things away.
As soon as she felt them, Santana knew that the pair of rough hands that had grabbed her waist from behind weren't the hands that she wanted there. She barely had time to turn to face the owner before he leaned in and roughly pressed his lips against hers. "Hey, babe," her boyfriend said, grinning before pushing her up against her locker, causing it to slam shut and continued to kiss her.
Santana pushed him away. "I'm not in the mood, Puck." She turned away from him, opened her locker again and continued to search for the books for her next class.
"What did I do?" Puck's frustration was evident in his voice. Santana ignored him. "Psh, whatever dude." She listened to the fading sound of his footsteps and sighed. She didn't have the strength to put up with him today. The funny part was, she didn't even feel bad about cheating. She knew that he was fucking other girls behind her back, so why couldn't she fuck other... girls behind his back? No, she didn't feel bad at all. She wasn't an idiot; she knew that their relationship was mostly sexual anyways. She pulled the books from her locker and angrily slammed the door shut.
Suddenly a voice said from behind her, "hey San!" Santana would recognize that voice anywhere.
She turned around and smiled slightly, "Hey, Britt-Britt."
"What's wrong? You look upset." Santana's smile faltered at Brittany's words. "Puck and I just got into a fight," she rolled her eyes.
"Aww," Brittany frowned and pulled Santana in for a sweet hug. By the time she pulled away and stuck out her pinky finger, Santana was smiling again. "Thanks, Britt. Let's go to class," she smiled as she looked at Brittany's pinky finger then tentatively hooked her own around it. They walked to class together.
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"I'm talkin' pedicure on our toes toes, tryin' on all our clothes clothes, boys blowin' up our ph-" Santana's eyes shot open at her loud ringtone and she reached for the phone on her dressing table, eyes still half closed. "Hello?" She impatiently snapped at whoever had called her. Who the hell makes phone calls at 12 am? Santana thought to herself as she waited for a reply from the other end. "Answer, dammit!" Finally, "hey San!" Santana rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smile. Leave it to Brittany to call her at this time.
Her tone softened. "Hey, Britt. Why are you still up?" She yawned halfway through her question.
"Because I wanted to talk to you, silly. And I can't sleep. Can you come over?"
Santana hesitated before replying, "I can't." She heard Brittany exhale in disappointment and added, "I'm sorry."
"Why not?" Santana could almost hear Brittany's pout on the other line. "Because it's almost 1am, Britt and my mom wouldn't let me," Santana explained calmly. It wasn't technically a lie. It was true that her mom wouldn't let her but she would've been able to sneak out. "If you want I can stay up and text you until you fall asleep?" She hoped that her compromise would cheer Brittany up a bit.
"I'll just hang out with Lord Tubbington," Brittany sighed. "Goodnight, San."
Santana opened her mouth to say something else but stopped herself and instead just said, "night, Britt. And don't you stay up too late." The line went dead and she all but tossed her phone on the floor. She felt terrible for letting Brittany down—it always made her sad to know that Brittany was sad—but in her defence, it was a ridiculous request. That I had wanted so badly to say yes to, she thought bitterly, resting her head on her pillow and pulling up her blanket. So badly.
A/N: Thanks a lot to the 2 anons that reviewed this and the few people that favourited/followed it. This chapter wasn't that long either but if this gets good feedback I promise a long chapter 3. So please review :)