Chapter 2

"…..And I need you, and I miss you, and now I wonder, if I could fall into the sky, do you think time would pass me by? 'Cause you know I'd walk a thousand miles, if I could just see you…tonight!"

"Ugh! Am I really singing this song?" I got up and changed the station to slow jazz. I couldn't help it. I couldn't get Brittany out of my head. With every love song I heard, I would think of her. It had only been a week since I first met her. Although with how much she tries to talk to me, you'd think we'd known each other for ages.

With it only being a week, I was already making friends. Quinn and I talked a good chunk of our Spanish class today. She got me caught up on the juicy gossip even though I didn't know who she was talking about.

I wanted to ask her more about Brittany but I didn't want to give myself away. I'm so eager to learn more about her. With every conversation we have, I fall even deeper in this hole of misery, drowning me in nothingness because I knew she would never be interested in someone like me. She's a cheerleader which makes as straight as an arrow. She's only being nice because I'm new.

She's a nice person and that's who she is. Soon she'll get tired of me once I become a regular at the school, causing her to ignore me and go about her cheerful life. I couldn't help but look at every negative aspect of this situation. Brittany talking to me for this long has already made me feel like this is too good to be true. But a girl could dream, right?

Getting caught up in my thoughts, I hadn't noticed what time it was. It was already one in the morning and I know I have school in the morning. I left the music on and turned it to a low setting to where it was background music. After shutting the lights off, I drifted off to a restful coma. I was definitely excited for school tomorrow. When wasn't i? Especially since I knew I was going to see Brittany.

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"….Did you ever believe were you ever a dreamer, ever imagine heart open and free, did you ever deny…"

"Ughgg….good song." I mumbled and stretched as my alarm screamed at me with the sweet music of 30 Seconds to Mars. Rolling out of bed, I did a few stretches before taking a shower. Hearing 30 STM on my alarm clock, made me decided it would be the soundtrack to my day.

After dancing around while getting ready, I made my way downstairs to get some breakfast. It's Friday so I was extra happy yet a little sad because I wouldn't see Brittany for two days. "How pathetic" I thought to myself. I decided to eat oatmeal with toast this morning. As I poured the contents into my bowl, my dad strolled into the kitchen with his cup of coffee.

"I thought I heard you get up." He said sipping on his coffee. He made his way to the table trying to make conversation with me.

"Good Morning to you too dad," I managed to peep out as I waited for my oatmeal to warm up.

"I thought I said good morning. I'm sorry. Good morning kiddo. I'm kind of out of it today. I have a long day ahead of me." He looked at me apologetically.

"I'm not a kid anymore, so stop calling kiddo." I snapped at him. I barely saw him these days. He was always at the hospital. After everything we had been through, I was still mad at him. I have the right to be mad at him and he knows that.

After a bit of silence, I realized what I said. "Sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you." I could tell it hurt him when I replied in such a negative way to him. I knew that in time I would get over it. But right now it didn't seem possible.

"It's okay. I've have to get to work. I'm going to be late." He mumbled as he got up and poured the rest of his coffee down the sink.

"I'll see you when I get home. Tell your mom I might be a little late tonight." Not able to make a lot of eye contact with him I softly replied while taking my bowl out of the microwave. "Okay I'll tell her before I leave. She's usually up by now."

"Yeah she couldn't sleep last night. She'll probably sleep in today. Anyway, love you ki..i love you, bye." I was used to my dad calling me kiddo all the time. I shouldn't have snapped at him about calling me kiddo. I wouldn't have minded if he called me it.

"Love you too dad." I said with a small wave.

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Getting to school took a lot faster now. I get there in five minutes easy. I had to tame myself as I walked up the steps going towards the doors of Mckinley high. I wanted to see Brittany but I also didn't want people to see my eagerness.

For the past week, when heading towards the double doors of the school to head home, I always pass the choir room. Every time I pass by, I would hear music. Not just music on a radio but people singing live. I looked through the glass window one time due to my curiosity, noticing people dancing.

It seemed like some club. I just didn't know what it would be called. I saw my Spanish teacher Mr. Schuester, dancing right along with them. He was singing with them too. They looked like they were having fun in there. I saw a blonde whipping her hair everywhere, not able to make out her face and a brunette singing in the middle. I've been so close to walking into the room, although I didn't want to interrupt their singing. I have bad stage fright but I;m still going to talk to Mr. Schuester today about this club.

I looked through my locker getting the books I needed and taking my time, waiting anxiously for Brittany to show up next to me to get her things from her locker. The longer I waited, the harder my heart was beating. Every day I leave just a tad early to school just to see Brittany, though she doesn't know I do that. The cheerios had practice in the morning and Brittany seems to get out of the locker room before the other cheerios.

She was taking longer this time. Not wanting to look strange standing by my locker doing nothing, I grabbed my things and started towards the door.

"Where are you going?" A familiar but sweet voice yelled behind me. I turned around to see Brittany wearing tight skinny jeans in combination with a black wife beater. Her hair was down today. Long sparkling blonde locks with small bits of it braided. I went off the ledge knowing I had never seen her without her cheerios uniform before.

"Oh…hey sorry, I was just going outside." I said making my way towards her standing next to our lockers. It was unbearably hard to look at her, since I just about lost my mind seeing her in something other than a cheerleading uniform.

"Yeah, that's right. Come back over here." She said laughing as she opened her locker. As I reached the lockers, she turned around and gave me a gentle yet tight hug feeling like a robot as she hugged me. I couldn't move and as soon as I noticed how weird I was acting I had to wake myself up and hug her back.

"Man, practice was brutal this today. Coach Sylvester was purposefully hard on us today because nationals are in a few months." Brittany explained as soon as she let go of me.

"I'm sorry. Well at least it's done with today. You're usually wearing your uniform. Why aren't you wearing it today?" I asked, still drooling over her look.

"I kind of fell in the dirt today and coach Sylvester said she didn't want me wearing that uniform because it would be a big disgrace to her. I'm thankful I remembered to bring extra clothes today." She admitted without looking at me. I couldn't help but give a small smile as she looked up at me. It made her smile and I was happy with that.

"You look cute today. I like that shirt." She complimented me. I can't help but blush when I'm complimented, and one coming from Brittany, I go beyond blushing. I tried my very hardest to calm myself down.

"Thanks. So do you. You look good with your hair down." I shot right back at her. I didn't want her to see that I was crushing on her even more, or crushing on her at all.

"Are you blushing?" She asked with a small giggle.

"No!" I retorted back trying to hide my pink cheeks. As I turned around to open my locker even though I didn't need to get anything, she looked at me smiling but didn't continue the complimenting conversation.

"And thank you. This is my favorite shirt." She flashed a proud smile at me.

"I like it." I simply said giving her a smile.

"I don't feel like going to class at all today. I am beat and the day hasn't even begun." She gave this cute frown as she leaned against her locker. She was waiting for me to finish moving things around in my locker. I closed my locker and leaned against mine as she did.

"Yeah I bet. I don't think I could handle that sort of thing. I like to relax more than anything." I giggled out loud.

"Yeah one reason I do it is because I get to dance. I love singing and that's what glee club is for. So in the day I get to do both which awesome." She said as she pulled out her phone.

"What's glee club?" I asked not knowing what she meant when she mentioned it.

"It's show choir. You sing, you dance, and get to act at times. I love it. I'm a theatrical person, just not as much as Rachel Berry. She can sing but that girl has problems." Maybe she was the girl I saw singing in the middle of the floor in the choir room.

"I didn't know you were in anything like that. I never see you in the room when I walk by." I said as I started to slowly walk down the hallway.

"I've been in there every day since school started….Oh you were probably expecting me to wear my cheerios uniform. I change before I go to glee club. I like to be in my own clothes while dancing or singing." She peplied back, catching up to me.

"Oh okay. So you were the dancing blonde with your hair going everywhere. I thought that was someone else dancing. I never really took a deep look in there. I just pass by while I'm headed out the doors." I told her as I stopped by the water fountain to get some water.

"Yeah that's me. It's hairography. I like to whip my hair everywhere since it's up all day, except today of course." She smiled at me as I fixed my hair after drinking from the water fountain.

"Hey ladies," Quinn yelled as she made her way towards us. She unlike heather was wearing her cheerios uniform.

"Hey sexy lady," Brittany said as she gave a smiling Quinn a hug. Quinn looked at me and leaned in for a hug.

"Hey Quinn," I said as i hugged her. This hug was nothing compared to hug that Brittany gave me earlier. Even the hug she gave Quinn was different than the one she gave me. But maybe I was just being delusional.

"Too bad you couldn't wear your uniform today." Quinn looked at Brittany with sad eyes like it was wrong for her to be wearing anything but the cheerios uniform.

"Eh, I don't mind. It's always nice to be able to wear something other than the uniform." Brittany turning her eyes towards me, giving me one her many beautiful smiles.

"Yeah I guess so. I feel like I have more power when I'm wearing this though," she said smiling as she pointed to her cheerios uniform.

"Oh shit! Did the bell already ring?" I asked as I looked at my phone. It was five minutes after eight and class started at eight.

"I didn't even notice. Good thing you saw the time Santana. I'll see you guys later." Quinn made her way down the hall and immediately taking a left.

"I guess we better get to class or the teacher is going to scold us." Brittany looked at me as if she didn't want to leave. Of course I didn't want to leave as well but I also want to graduate high school.

"Maybe you. I'm still new here so I'm good." I smiled back at her.

"You're a week old. I wouldn't get to confident just yet." She laughed out loud before she gave me a smile and started down the hallway with me following behind her.

Brittany found a seat beside me fortunately. I wasn't complaining at all. Miss Holiday was a chilled teacher so she didn't even say anything when we got into class.

I tried my very best to concentrate on the lesson but Brittany was making it hard with her sexy relaxed look today. I couldn't get over that black wife beater.

As Miss Holiday sang conjunction junction, Brittany handed me a piece of paper with something written on it.

"What are you doing tonight?" I froze in place with a blank mind at hand. Was she asking me out? Of course not, that would be too much of a good thing. I sat there pretending to pay attention to the teacher and figured out what to say. I didn't want to sound desperate, but I really wanted to hang out with her outside of school.

"Nothing that I know of, probably just stay home and watch movies." I folded the paper together and handed it to her.

"Really," She whispered as a question, when giving me a weird look. I gave her a confused look and she looked back at the little paper smiling as she wrote something else. She folded it up and handed it to me.

"Do you maybe wanna hang out with me? The football players and other cheerios are bugging me to go to this party and I don't feel like going. I need a good excuse."

Yes! I was literally giving myself a mental high five. This was too good to be true. But this is just as friends. I can't let my mind wonder away into fantasy land.

"Yeah sure. I never have plans anyway." I returned the note to her and turned my attention to the teacher. I sneaked a look at her and as I did she looked up and smiled the smile that made my day every day.

"Ding!" The bell rang and we were out of our seats and headed towards the door. I couldn't help but be giddy after Brittany asked me to hang out, even if it was to help her get out of going to a party.

"So what do you wanna do?" I asked as we made our way to our lockers.

"I thought maybe we could go grab a coffee and talk. I haven't gotten to find out much about you yet missy." She had the tendency to make me shiver when she would call me names like that even if it wasn't in a flirty way.

"Sounds like a plan to me." I flashed a huge smile as I turned to put my things in my locker and grab what I needed.

"Well, I'll talk to you at lunch? I can't stay long because coach Sylvester wants to talk to me. She doesn't care if we need to eat." I didn't understand why she put herself through that abuse with her coach. If it were me I would have quit by now.

"Yeah I'll see you at lunch." I turned towards her giving her one of my many charming smiles and headed towards math class.

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"I think you would fit pretty well in glee club Santana. It's a great way to make friends. Plus you get to sing."

"I'll think about it Mr. Schuester. I want to join but i have horrible stage fright and I don't think I can handle singing in front of a class." I admitted as I looked down at the floor, wishing I had Brittany's confidence. The way she would move across the floor without a care in the world or singing out loud like there's no tomorrow.

"Oh Santana, that'll go away in time. You just have to do a couple of times before you get used to it." It was easier said than done. He's used to it with standing in front of the class and presenting lessons.

"Uhh…maybe. I'll let you know." I turned around not wanting to continue that conversation. I waved back and darted towards the door.

"Hey!" I heard a voice from the side of the door. It was Quinn standing outside playing on her phone.

"Hey, what're you doing still standing here?" I asked as I she followed me down the hallway.

"I was waiting for you silly. I have some crazy gossip to get you caught up on." She always kept me updated on everything going on in the school. Not that I really cared but she was fun to talk to.

Quinn talked the whole time while I put my things away and grabbed my lunch money. I wanted to hurry up, knowing I would see Brittany a few minutes.

"Yeah that's pretty crazy. Hey I'm supposed to meet up with Brittany so I'll talk to you later?" I asked out of respect not wanting to look bad for abandoning her to go hang out with someone else.

"Oh yeah, Brittany wanted me to tell you if I saw you that she wasn't going to be able to make it to lunch. Coach has her held captive for getting her uniform dirty. Do you wanna sit with me and the girls?"

I felt my stomach drop as Quinn told me that Brittany wouldn't be able to make it to lunch. I knew she was getting tired of me. It was only a matter of time.

As much as I liked talking to Quinn, I did not like most of the girls on the squad and having to sit with them was way worse. I thought they would be nice after seeing how nice Brittany and Quinn were, but when eating with them, I came to the conclusion that they were stuck up, just like I had predicted for most cheerleaders to act like, except for Brittany and Quinn.

"Quinn I'm just being honest but those girls do not like me." I said without looking at her.

"They do like you. That's just how they act all the time." Honestly I wanted to sit alone but I couldn't blow Quinn off again.

"How about we just get our own table if possible? I needs me some quiet time under the shade, you in?" I asked softly with a smile.

"Okay okay. Fine you get your way. I'm gonna go let them know that I'm not going to be sitting with them today. Go find a table and I'll find you." She headed towards the table as I headed towards the vending machine to get me a bottle of water with a bag of chips. I wasn't feeling too hungry since Quinn told me the news about Brittany. Although if I was with Brittany I'd be so nervous that I still wouldn't be able to eat.

I found a table outside with a decent amount of shade from a leaning branch. Quinn made her way to the table with her lunch in hand. I was quiet most of the time. Just letting the thoughts flow through my head one by one as Quinn chattered on about how Puckerman wouldn't stop hitting on her.

"He just doesn't get the clue that I don't like him. Ugh he is so annoying!" She mumbled to herself and partially to me.

I couldn't wait to go home. I didn't want to be at school anymore. It almost felt like Brittany was making up an excuse just get out of hanging out with me. Maybe I was over analyzing things. I tend to do that often.

"Wow is lunch already over?" Quinn asked as she looked at her phone. That went fast." She giggled and stood up while giving herself a little stretch.

"I'll talk to you later lady." Quinn turned around and started up the stairs before stopping and turning around to look at me again.

"I totally forgot to tell you. Brittany wanted me to give you this." She handed me a folded up piece of paper that said Santana on top.

"Thanks. Do you know what it is?" I asked as I started to unfold it.

"No she handed it to me in the hallway and said that she wasn't going to make it lunch and to let you know. She wanted me to give it to you when I first saw you but I totally forgot earlier. She also said she wasn't feeling too good. After what coach Sylvester puts us through when she interrogates us, I'm pretty sure she'll go home early. She didn't look too good. She looked really tired. Anyway, I'll talk to you later." She turned around and headed up the stairs leaving me at the table.

As I opened the paper I read,

Not feeling too good. I'm tired as hell. I might go home after being abused by coach and get some sleep. Here's my number so we can figure out what time we should meet up tonight. 869-4626. –Britt.

All of my assumptions were wrong and I felt bad for even thinking Brittany would abandon me due to her not wanting to hang out. I folded the paper up with a smile pasted on my face as I made my way up the stairs to go to my next class, practically dancing to the door.