Turn Around Bright Eyes
A/N: By the way, my lj username is BernyBop.
DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING!
Chapter 2: Dating
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Rachel keeps her thoughts on the two cheerleaders as they continue to talk to each other as if nothing happened. She swore that something like that would make the two uncomfortable, actually she was a little jealous at how comfortable they are with each other, even after an accusation like hers. Her fathers had told her horrow stories from their own highschool life. The star of the Glee club cannot think of any other explanation as to why the two were so close besides the fact that they were in love with each other and dating. It's impossible for the spark to be anything else, right?
And she swore that she saw a hint of disappointment in Brittany's eyes. Then again, things can never be certain with that one.
"What are you thinking about?" came a very familiar voice. Whether it pleased her or not, was not something she would reveal now. It's a little strange, Quinn was the last person Rachel expected to talk to her.
"Nothing really, just thinking of a way to convince Mr. Shue to give Brittany and Santana solos," Rachel is a little surprised she actually let the thought slip. Quinn was surprised she was even thinking it.
Being given the cold shoulder by practically everyone, Rachel felt that maybe she should stray away from the spotlight as unbelievable as it is. She remembered crying to sleep the night before and trying to sing, but her notes kept on screwing up. Of course, she wouldn't reveal that. She couldn't possibly embarrass herself more.
Besides, no one's really heard any of the two sing, and as much as it pains her for someone else to get a solo, she really wanted to observe them. SHe couldn't really put her finger on it, but she wanted to understand them more. And, not that Rachel understand it yet, but she wants to understand their relationship, not them.
SHe could never keep a conversation with Santana without getting her ego shot down. And any attempt to talk to Brittany led to Rachel wanting to lecture her on her random, stupid, ridiculous outbursts (which, she hates to admit are funny from time to time). In general Rachel wasn't really a people person.
"Why?" Quinn finally asks, her eyebrow raised in curiousity.
"Why are you talking to me?" it came out snappy, Rachel didn't mean it to.
Quinn looks away and takes in a deep breath. After the glist incident she decided to think things over a bit more. If she was to renew herself she needed to try something extreme. And that extreme was Rachel.
And she hated to admit it, but there was something about Rachel, besides the epic vocals and horrific personality, that drew her to Quinn. It was a challenge. And despite the stress, she really needed a new hobby, a new challenge, a new activity.
Before Quinn had the chance to continue, Mr. Shuester called for their attention again.
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Glee club ended with the new theme of "Inspiration". The members had to come up with numbers with songs that inspired them.
Rachel didn't know how to handle her small inability to sing and hoped that it would go away as soon as possible. As the jewish star walked down the halls, she watched as Brittany and Santana held pinkies and went on their way. She wonders if they realize how...freakishly perfect they look together. And whether they wanted to deny it or not, Rachel has a soft spot for same sex couples, and can simply feel the passion from them. She decided to tail them before returning home, but as they turned the corner, she lost both of them.
"Move," called the fierce latina as the two cheerios trailed down the halls. Students parted and made space for the two, Santana looking ahead and Brittany staring at their intertwined pinkies.
"Are we dating?" asks the blonde cheerleader, interrupting Santana's mean streak as they finally reach the outside of school.
The brown eyed girl pauses and a shine of vulnerability traces lines across her tanned face. She paused in her tracks and turns to Brittany, looking into her eyes, looking for the usual confusion but only to find clear wonder.
"I-I thought we answered that question to Rachel," replied Santana, refusing to get lost int he blonde's deep blue.
"We're not dating?" repeated the blonde, letting go of Santana's hand.
"Brit, what are you doing?" asked the latina, grabbing her hand and pulling her to the side. "We're best friends, you know that."
"And best friends can't date?" replied the blonde, her eyes beginning to look a little cloudy.
"No, it's just that -"
"I'm not stupid San, at least, not all the time."
The two stared at each other, Brittany still focused on the discussion at hand and Santana wondering if what's happening is really happening.
"I love you," Brittany says, her words crisp and clear and painfully sincere.
Santana frowns at this phrase, only to repeat it with as much conviction as the blonde, "I love you too Brit."
"Then, what's stopping us from dating?"
Santana wishes that this was one of those moments where Brittany would go blank and feel lost and hug her and ask her where to go next. But no, she knows that Brit's not always like that, especially if she really cares about it. She couldn't bring her frown away from gravity's pull and felt her heart clench a little.
"It's just not right." Santana responds. She knew what would come if they were to truly become a couple. Sure, she joked about making out with Brittany all the time to guys because they found that kind of thing kinky and massively erotic. and well actually, she has made out with the blonde girl and there was nothing in the world that was able to erase the image from her mind. But if it were to become a reality, she'd be the happiest woman alive but...reality came with rules and in this world, you just can't be with someone of the same sex.
"I should go."
It was impossible, Brittany never left her side.
"I'll see you around."
Around? Impossible, everywhere Brittany was, Santana was there next to her.
And she began to walk away. Santana couldn't believe that it was happening. Did she really screw things up? Maybe Brit was just being a little emotional today. Maybe tomorrow she'll forget what just happened. Maybe things will get back to normal tomorrow.
She felt a huge pin through her heart, and she couldn't even bring herself to pin everything on Rachel for bringing the subject up.
She stared at her hand, wondering why it felt so cold.