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Monday 8:08am
"Found a job yet?" Brittany's uncle asks when he wakes her up that morning.
"Nope."
9:34am
"Found a job yet?"
"Nope."
9:40am
"Found a job yet?"
"Nope."
6:10pm
"Found a job yet?"
"Nope. Found a boyfriend yet?"
"No –" Her uncle rolls his eyes and places a plate down in front of his niece. Brittany carefully strokes the food with her fork before digging in. She has this weird feeling that her uncle might drug her soon and take her back to her parents.
Just when she didn't think he would nag her about finding a job, he did. All day her uncle has been invading her space, looking over her shoulder and pulling her blanket off when she tries to get an afternoon nap. It is bad enough that she didn't get much sleep last night because of a certain gorgeous (and annoying) neighbour stuck in her head. Brittany both hates and loves the fact that Santana knows she is the culprit that tagged the school building. She loves it because Santana didn't seem to care at all, even finding her actions it humorous. Maybe the brunette finds Brittany interesting and she can tell Santana all the tales of her hard-core life in Lima Heights. A one-person audience is better than nothing.
At the same time Brittany wants nothing to do with the girl. She doesn't want Santana to think they're automatically friends now that they've delivered delicious treats to each other's homes like Santa's obedient elves. She wants Santana to be aware that Brittany isn't interested in making friends, enemies, acquaintances, love, war, anything! She wants her neighbour to be aware of her boundaries without actually talking to her.
A loud knock on the door pulls Brittany from her thoughts. She looks up and around the dining room; her uncle has disappeared. Maybe he's gone to answer the door. Brittany shrugs, shoving a carrot into her mouth.
Another knock howls through the house. "Fucking hell," Brittany whispers, sliding back on her chair and storming to the front door. The only person she can think of that would bang this loud is the tall, awkward, ex-virgin cheerleader she finger banged in the locker room of her old school.
When she opens the door however, her carrot nearly shoots up her throat and out of her mouth.
Santana is standing on the step in her cheerleading uniform, with her hands clasped behind her back, swaying like an innocent child asking their parent to watch an M rated movie. Brittany knows she has to explain to Santana she has boundaries without actually putting it in words. She decides that showing it through her persona is a better and easier way.
"What the fuck do you want?" Brittany asks. She's surprised at how low her voice is. She watches Santana's innocence disappear instantly and even notices the way she swallows slowly, as if she had to catch her breath for some reason.
"Well, um, yesterday you know when you, uh, c-came to my house," Santana stutters, "the cookies, they were um, real good…"
Brittany's right eyebrow rises as a response. "So? Of course they were fucking good," she answers proudly, taking responsibility for her uncle's baking skills.
Santana frowns. The blonde wasn't as aggressive yesterday. Maybe she's on her period or her sentence at the women's correctional facility was lengthened.
"Are you like fresh out of juvey or something?" Santana asks, less flustered than before, even cocking her hip out to show she has attitude aswell.
Brittany has no idea where that question came from. Yes, Santana had seen her defacing property that wasn't hers and yes she had attitude today but Brittany is only trying to make a point. She lifts her arm to rest of her elbow on the door frame.
Santana's eyes travel upwards to the blonde's bicep which is noticeable in the black tank top she's wearing. Santana gulps and her vision becomes blurry for staring too long. She looks back to her neighbour and forces on a smile.
"Can I at least get your name?" Santana asks politely.
Brittany is about to tell the girl to fuck off when her uncle screams from the other room. "Brittany! We're out of batteries and I need the remote to watch re-runs of Cops!"
Santana immediately smirks. "Brittany," she lets the name roll off her tongue, "suits you." The blonde sighs in frustration and turns around, grabbing her uncle's keys off the table.
"I'll finish your dinner for you," he says with a wink.
"I'm taking sky blue."
"Is that your dog? I have a dog too maybe they can chill," Santana suggests as Brittany returns to the front door.
"No, excuse me." At least she used manners, Santana thinks. Shrugging, the brunette follows Brittany towards the large garage, watching her press a button allowing the door to roll up. Santana stands idly behind Brittany, not quite sure if the blonde even knows she's still here.
Maybe if I ignore her she'll go away, Brittany thinks. She walks into the garage when the door is fully opened and steps around the three beautiful cars inside, making her way to her child hood love.
"Where are you going?" Santana suddenly speaks up.
Brittany almost jumps and knocks the Cadillac. "To the mall. Why do you care?"
"Oh!" Santana jumps in delight. "I have to meet my friends there, mind giving me a ride?"
The blonde scoffs, folding her arms. "No fucking way."
"Please Britt Britt," Santana moves forward with her hands in a praying position.
Brittany almost bursts out laughing at the use of a nick name; a really lame one. She just steps forward and points towards the driveway. "No."
Santana glares at the blonde, smirking a little. "I'll tell your dad you defaced school property for fun."
Brittany automatically feels a knot in her throat at the mention of her father. She knows Santana was referring to her uncle, but the girl shouldn't just assume that they're related that way. She wants to knock this girl out for bringing up old memories that Brittany's tried so hard to forget the past year, but how was Santana to know? Brittany won't let her in.
She steps forward, inching closer and closer to her neighbour. Santana doesn't back up though, thinking that she has the upper hand. When their boobs are just grazing Brittany speaks.
"I don't care who you tell, who the fuck you talk too and who you are, leave me the fuck alone," she says with force. Her words sting Santana, causing the brunette's breathing to falter. She blinks profusely and bites her lip, watching Brittany with a less intense gaze.
Without another word Santana turns around and walks out of the garage, down the driveway and across the yard to her own house.
"Little harsh Britt Britt," her uncle teases.
"Shut up."
"You aren't taking sky blue," he warns, "any other but that one."
Brittany sighs, nodding. She and her uncle swap keys and she takes the jeep he uses for daily tasks which is already parked on the street. When she starts the engine, she notices Santana on the other side of the street walking in direction of the mall.
She contemplates giving her a ride, but thinks that the brunette finally got the message to leave her alone. Is that what Brittany really wanted though? The blonde exhales a deep breath and drives off; hoping that the rest of the night will be peaceful.
X
It is raining by the time Brittany leaves the mall. It literally came out of nowhere. Brittany had worn shorts and a tank top to the mall, thinking that the warmth would continue into the night. She was wrong unfortunately and didn't have a jacket to cover up.
Brittany was optimistic about rain; she didn't cover her head with her hands when it rained. She enjoyed a shower with no water bill attached to it.
Throwing the small bag of batteries in the jeep, she rounds the vehicle and jumps into the front seat. She shakes the water off, most of it, tying her soaking hair into a messy bun. Her trembling fingers manage to start the car and she drives out of the lot, heading back the way she came.
Through the fogginess of her window and through all the tiny water droplets she notices a familiar red uniform. Should she stop? She managed to not bump into Santana at the mall; that's if the brunette actually made it there by foot. She should have got her boyfriend or whoever to pick her up. She's a cheerleader so she must be popular at school. Brittany could just be assuming things and for all she knows, Santana could have stolen that uniform.
Brittany pulls over, deciding finally that she would be a terrible person if she didn't get Santana out of the rain. She is a terrible person already though and what if Santana thinks that the kind gesture of giving her a lift home is a gateway into potential friendship? She remembers what her neighbour said in the garage and anger starts to build (not towards Santana though, Brittany's father). She turns the key in the engine and puts the car in park before getting out.
She had obviously been contemplating her actions for a while, because Santana is a fair distance away from her when she finally reaches the side walk. Droplets fall from her lashes and her chin as she stands there, watching her neighbour walk further and further down the street. She doesn't know why she hasn't called out her name or tried to catch Santana. The rain is distracting her; the way it feels on her bare skin and tastes on her tongue.
When Brittany lived with her parents she was never allowed out in this much rain. She always sat at her window watching as the sky and clouds became dark, anticipating the oncoming storm. Brittany hopes there isn't thunder to come now, because then she'll definitely have to chase after Santana in her car.
After she enters the Jeep again, Brittany begins shaking harder. She presses the heels of her palms against her eyes and sits there for a few minutes, while the faint sound of rain outside pelts against the windows, bonnet and roof. Slowly, after looking over her shoulder for any oncoming cars, Brittany starts the engine again and takes off towards home.
She feels a little bad about not picking up Santana, but if the brunette doesn't know she saw her then Santana won't have a chance to make her feel bad about it. Not that she would. Brittany is just assuming things again. Santana seems like she has a good heart, but those with good hearts don't last long before something horrible happens in their life. She's learnt from experience.
X
Santana has been sick for two days now. Her constant sneezing is starting to freak her dog out. She hasn't been able to go to school at all and one of her friends even had to deliver her homework. Someone has had to take over the squad aswell, with Santana's approval of course (even if it was via Skype).
Her puffy eyes are covered by large aviators every time her parents make her retrieve the mail or take out the trash. She's afraid one of the people at school will stop by or worse; Brittany might exit her house and die at the sight of Santana. She sniffles, plucking the millionth tissue from the box and blowing her nose. Santana wishes she had an endless supply of tissues so that she didn't have to keep asking her dad to bring her a box home on the way back from work.
"You can't miss another day of school Santana," her mom states, opening the door of her room slightly.
"I know, but I feel like I'm dying," she groans into her pillow.
"You're not dying Santana," her mother shakes her head, "but if you were we would have already been renovating your side of the house," she adds, shutting the door before Santana can respond.
She's planning to sleep for the rest of the night until she has to go to school in the morning. She doesn't mind school. She just doesn't want the squad to make fun of her red nose and frog eyes. Maybe instead of whining about being sick she should actually be proactive and make use of her time at home. Although she'd rather be sleeping and getting better, Santana decides that a soothing warm bath will ultimately make her the happiest.
She groggily gets out of bed and stretches before stripping off and grabbing her towel. She struggles to use her strength to turn the bath taps on, sighing in relief when she finally feels the warm water against her body as she sinks down in the bath, resting her head on the edge.
Her eyes close and her head falls back. Immediately the thought of her neighbour takes over her mind. She's complacent to approach the blonde again because of how rude she was about a ride to the mall. But something Santana said had obviously struck Brittany hard and she lashed out.
She regrets not driving her own car to the mall because then she wouldn't be sick now. Part of her wished that Brittany would have seen her walking there or home so the blonde could have felt guilty and offered her a ride. Santana doesn't think Brittany is the kind of person to offer people things; maybe from being taken advantage of in her past. Santana wonders what the blonde's story is and if there's a way to figure her out without getting verbally abused again.
She blows out a puff of air, feeling more relaxed by the minute (apart from the constant image of Brittany floating in and out of her thoughts). Unfortunately she forgot to bring her tissues into the bathroom so Santana grabs the nearest towel and places it over her shoulders. Brittany is an interesting person; probably the most interesting person Santana has ever met. She wishes she could get to know the girl more and not have small conversations with her ending in one of them storming off.
Brittany just needs time, Santana thinks. She's probably the type of girl a person has to be patient with. A new thought enters her mind; Brittany's sexuality. Santana knew there was something different about the way that the blonde stared at her the first time they properly saw each other. Her friends at school didn't ogle her or admire her looks. Brittany however, took her time while she looked at Santana and the brunette wondered what she was thinking as the silence enveloped their staring contest.
Santana of course was immediately drawn in by Brittany's cat like blue eyes and thin, curvy pink lips. She's never looked at another girl like she's looked at Brittany or even a boy. Even Brittany's attitude draws Santana in; like a moth to a flame or a policeman to Dunkin' Donuts.
X
"I saw your friend come out of her house this morning, she looked terrible," Brittany's uncle explains as he passes his niece a load of washing.
"She's not my friend and good."
"Don't you at least want to make one friend while you're here? Or are you just cool with us being besties," he adds with a wink.
Brittany rolls her eyes. "I'm fine being alone, it's better that way."
"For you or for everyone else?" He enquires.
"For anyone okay!" Brittany shouts. "She's better off not getting involved in my life. I don't want to have to explain to her everything I've been through a few months into our friendship and watch her cringe and leave forever."
"You're assuming she'll judge you for your past? Everyone has a past Brittany."
"Not everyone is dealing with my past uncle Kurt," she retorts, throwing the last few clothes on the sofa and walking to the kitchen.
Kurt sighs, running his hand along his balding scalp. He smiles, remembering when he was little and how his father reassured him he would never go bald because he inherited his mom's hair. He wants the best for Brittany, he truly does and can't help but worry about her future. Kurt grew up in a loving family and never had to worry about his sexuality at home. School however, was a different situation. Kurt didn't have the type of friends Brittany did, or even any at all. He was never the type of kid a person would like to be associated with.
In a way he understood Brittany completely. They both found it hard to fit in in certain groups and took time to find themselves. He had his father to lean on, but Brittany doesn't so he's trying his best to be there for her.
He decides that after Brittany has gone to bed he'll do a job search online for her and maybe even write her a sophisticated resume.
"Can I ask you a personal question?" Brittany says as she walks back into the living room with a soda.
"Shoot," Kurt answers smiling.
"When did you realise you were gay?"
Kurt laughs. "Junior high I bumped into this kid in the bathroom. By the looks of him he had just finished jacking off in one of the stalls…"
"Please stop talking," Brittany pleads, her face screwing up at the image.
"Anyway," Kurt drawls out, "he told me that if I told anyone what he was doing that he'd throw me in a dumpster. Now I just thought this kid didn't want anyone knowing he masturbated in the school toilets but it turns out, after much stalking on my behalf, that this kid didn't have a girlfriend and he was always going out by himself to this bar out of town on weekends. After I found that out I approached him at school and asked if we could be friends. He didn't want to heart it of course, mostly because he was a jock and I was a nobody. So I threatened him, which wasn't cool at all on my behalf but whatever," he shrugs, "I told him why I knew he didn't have a girlfriend and every day at lunch he would sneak into the bathroom and go nuts, literally. He asked how I knew and I said because he's gay and liked to touch his own privates because he's too afraid to touch any other guy's."
"So he was like practicing for hand jobs in the future?" Brittany asks with a frown.
"Exactly! So he promised to take me to the bar he went to if I didn't tell anyone and we actually became friends throughout high school and he recently got married to a guy in France. I was invited to the wedding of course. I was actually his best man."
"Holy shit," Brittany breathes out a short laugh, "why didn't you two end up together?"
"We were just better as friends," Kurt replies casually.
Brittany watches her uncle's expression carefully. "You loved him."
Kurt stops folding clothes and clears his throat. "My one regret was not telling him," he looks towards Brittany, "so I don't want you to regret anything in your life; even if it's making friends with the neighbour. She could be good for you."
Brittany bites her lip in thought. Her uncle is definitely right. She could possibly regret a lot in her life if she doesn't take chances. She's positive she won't regret not making friends with her neighbour though.
"As if having her in my life will make a difference."
Kurt purses his lips. "You never know."
Brittany sighs, "I'm going to my room. Thanks for the chat."
"Anytime Britt Britt," he teases.
Brittany gives the man a warning look. "Sorry, sorry, only the neighbour can call you that, my bad."
X
Santana's bath helped a lot. She even felt better about the whole Brittany situation. She's going to attempt to befriend the girl and not back down no matter how hard Brittany tries to shut her out.
She puts on a tank top and shorts, runs downstairs to collect the rubbish and exits the house. When she finally reaches the end of the fence blocking her view from her neigbours back yard, Santana freezes. Brittany is taking out the trash aswell, dumping bag after bag into the bin until it's full. Santana takes a deep breath, drops the bag in the bin and approaches her neighbour with caution.
"Hey," she says timidly.
Brittany tenses immediately, not lifting her eyes from the bin. She didn't expect Santana to be up this late on a school night. She remembers her uncle's words earlier but decides that simply accepting Santana's friendship is the boring option so she should at least have a little fun.
"What's up sexy?" She says with a smirk. Santana halts on her neigbours lawn, completely dumbstruck. She can't believe Brittany is actually talking to her, with actual words.
"Um, e-excuse me?"
"You heard me."
"N-nothing, what's u-up with you?" Santana asks, trying to act casual.
Brittany laughs. "Let's cut the small talk." She steps forward so she's a few inches away from the brunette. Again she's surprised Santana doesn't back up. She pinches her lips together, eyeing her neighbour up and down and enjoying the sound of Santana's ragged breathing. "Why are you so desperate to talk to me?"
"W-what? I'm not I just…"
"Just wanted to get in my pants?" Brittany states boldly.
"Huh?" Santana looks genuinely shocked at Brittany's words. She gulps and lowers her head, not wanting Brittany's powerful gaze piercing her any longer.
"You keep trying to talk to me so I was just wondering why. Do you want to fuck me?"
Santana snaps her head up. "I'm not a lesbian," she states in a higher pitch than usual.
Brittany smirks. "Are you sure? Because I think you're into me."
Santana shakes her head repeatedly. "I just wanted to see if you'd be like to friends, I-I-I'm not a l-lesbian, no way!"
Brittany steps an inch closer, leaning down so her lips are hovering by Santana's ear. "Then stop flirting with me," she whispers, "stop wearing that cute little cheerleading uniform every time you're around me. I don't like being teased."
Santana gulps, her mouth locked shut. She doesn't know what to say or what to think even. The Brittany she's with now is completely different to the Brittany she met before. Maybe she's a twin, Santana thinks. Maybe the other Brittany is locked in the attic.
"I'll wear whatever I want," Santana replies shakily.
"Mm, I'm not protesting." Brittany pulls back and winks at the brunette, turning around and heading back inside her house. She leans against the door and lets out a huge breath. Santana made her feel so… "Ugh," she groans. At least now Santana won't be coming around her knowing that Brittany is just going to flirt.
Santana takes a minute before returning inside. She has no idea what the feeling inside her means. It could be disgust or anxiousness. It could even be a little pleasure. Santana has never had anyone talk to her in the way Brittany did or tell her to stop doing something because it gets them horny.
She feels a little proud inside, but she can't show it. She doesn't even know what just happened. Maybe it was better not knowing Brittany and not talking to her because Santana understood her feelings then.
When she enters her room she downs two sleeping pills. There's no way she wants the blonde on her mind tonight.
X
When Santana exits her home the next morning for school she doesn't expect her neighbour's Jeep to be parked out the front. She doesn't expect Brittany to be leaning against the passenger door looking like she just stepped out of a music video either.
Of course Santana doesn't move right away, admiring the blonde's long legs that disappear under black denim shorts. The blonde is wearing a grey loose tank top with studs on the front and combat boots cover her feet.
Brittany really doesn't know why she decided she'd offer Santana a ride this morning. She was so determined to get the girl out of her life by hitting on her that Brittany actually found it addictive and woke up excited to see Santana. It may be the way the brunette bites her plump lower lip when Brittany steps closer to her or the way Santana's chest heaves up and down when Brittany stares at her for too long.
She may as well make use of her free time until she finds a job.
"Get in sexy," Brittany orders lightly.
Santana glares at the blonde, throwing her bag over her shoulder. "It's Santana and no."
Perfect, Brittany thinks. When the brunette refuses her advances it makes this even more fun.
"The sky is going to shit on you if you don't get in my car," Brittany says monotonously.
Her choice of words causes Santana to snort a small laugh. She shuts her mouth tight and walks across her lawn, past Brittany and her car. Thunder roars above their heads and Santana is startled for a moment, before continuing down the street, avoiding Brittany's gaze.
"I'll have to walk with you if don't get in the car," Brittany shouts after the retreating brunette. She doesn't know why she said that…Maybe she wants to make up for not picking up Santana in the rain on the way home from the mall. No, she should go back inside and forget her neighbour. Santana is obviously too self-righteous to accept her offer even though she's been desperately trying to befriend her.
Brittany feels a few drops of rain on her face and she quickly grabs her jacket and a spare from her uncle's car before chasing after Santana.
When she's just behind the brunette, she holds out the jacket. "They should really give you matching jackets to go with that cheerleading uniform."
"They do I just prefer not wear it," Santana replies grumpily.
"So wear mine," Brittany offers again. Santana hurries her steps but Brittany manages to keep up. She rolls her eyes when Santana doesn't even turn around to decline her offer so she just throws the jacket and it lands on the brunette's head.
"What the fuck!" Santana squeals, ripping the jacket off her head. "Don't you have a building to write on?" She growls, stepping towards the blonde and shoving the jacket at her chest.
"Don't you have a neighbour to annoy?" Brittany retorts with a smirk. The rain starts pelting down harder on them and when Santana doesn't move (she's basically just breathing really heavily close to her neighbour) Brittany wraps the jacket around her shoulders and taps one of Santana's shoulders with her palm.
Santana's bottom lip is trembling and her shoulders are shaking violently and she can't move. Brittany frowns towards her neighbour wondering what's running through her head and why she isn't storming off. Brittany decides to talk again, realising that she has to reassure the brunette of her intentions.
"I'm not being your friend."
Santana narrows her eyes for a second before sighing. "Fine," she sends the blonde a challenging smirk, "but you have to talk to me when I talk to you."
"Fine," Brittany answers with a casual shrug.
"And stop calling me sexy," Santana adds quickly, "I'm not gay." She cocks her hip to the side and raises an eyebrow. That's the girl the blonde remembers from their first meeting; the girl that didn't shy away from confrontation (no matter how close).
Brittany bites her lip, feigning hurt. "Alright, alright. Have fun at school." She turns to walk away but Santana grabs her hand. It's cold and causes Santana to gasp.
"Sorry," she says, letting go of the blonde's hand. "Could you um, give me a ride?"
Brittany is still reeling from Santana touching her hand that she doesn't register what the brunette asked until she's poked in the shoulder. "What?" She answers defensively.
Santana frowns, immediately noticing the change in Brittany. Her attitude is back and Santana hopes that she won't tell her to get fucked and make her walk to school in the rain.
"Um, yeah whatever," Brittany replies flatly, turning around to walk back to her car. She hears Santana behind her, shuddering from the cold and part of her wants to keep the brunette warm or just leave her there and head inside.
"Thanks for this," Santana says gently when they're both in the car.
Brittany doesn't reply, she just starts the engine and drives. On the way to school Santana notices how soaked through Brittany's tank top had gotten from standing out in the rain. She licks her lips and squeezes her legs together, turning her head so she's looking out of the window. She rubs her own arms, realising that she still has Brittany's jacket on. She contemplates asking the blonde whether she should take it off or not but remembers how Brittany's mood changed.
They reach the front of the school and Santana grabs her bag that was resting at her feet. Before opening the passenger door, Santana turns to Brittany who is still facing forward.
"You're so confusing," she states. Brittany expression doesn't even change and Santana just sighs, shaking her head and stepping out of the car. As soon as she closes the door Brittany drives off. Santana heads straight to the locker room to dry off and when she takes off Brittany's jacket she notices a small unicorn head sewn on just under the collar on the back. Santana smiles, running her fingers over the obvious home-sewn job.
One of her fellow cheerleaders steps into the locker room and snorts when she notices Santana holding the jacket.
"Please tell me that's not yours," the girl teases.
Santana pouts. "What if it is?"
"I didn't think you were the type of girl to buy ugly, old brown men's jackets."
Santana scratches the back of her head. "It belongs to a friend. They let me borrow it because it was raining."
"Who? A guy?" the girl questions.
Santana opens her mouth to answer, though she doesn't really know what to say. The bell goes suddenly and Santana sighs in relief. The girl just waves at her and walks out, leaving Santana alone. She holds the jacket up to her nose and inhales the scent of it. Smiling to no one Santana places the jacket in her bag and heads out for practice.
X
Santana returns to the locker room at the end of the day to retrieve Brittany's jacket, but when she opens the door it's no longer in there. She immediately grows anxious and looks around the room to see if it had fallen out or somehow walked its way to the shower stalls.
She bends down, checking under all the benches before grabbing her bag and running out into the hall. The only person that knew she had the jacket besides Brittany was that cheerleader. She heads for the school oval and notices a few cheerleaders and jocks throwing something around and laughing.
"Its got like a dick on it or something," one cheerleader mentions.
Santana approaches them, completely furious and ready to tackle all of them at once.
"Whoa here she is we can ask her," the cheerleader from the locker room says with a smirk.
"Give me the jacket," Santana orders.
"Tell us whose it is!" One of the girls replies.
"What the fuck does it matter?" Santana questions, reaching out to grab the jacket. One of the jocks steals it and whips it around it shoulder.
"I think it suits me bro," he tells another jock.
"Santana, here at Lima Heights high we have a code. When you're on the squad you share everything with the squad."
"I've been captain of this squad for almost a year, you don't have to tell me the rules," Santana bites back. She leaps towards the jock but he throws the jacket back to the locker room cheerleader.
"It actually smells like the perfume my mom uses," she observes loudly. Santana's chest is heaving. She wants to smack each one of the cheerleaders and jocks right across their faces. Her eyes are starting to brim with tears; not because she's upset, but because she's angry and about three seconds away from attacking the cheerleader.
She pretends to look around the oval, folding her arms and subtly taking steps towards the girl with the jacket. Finally she manages to take hold of it, pulling from the girl's hands and hugging it to her chest.
"Aw does is mean a lot to you?" One of the jock says in a childish voice. Santana thinks over his question as she walks back across the oval. She'd honestly rather hang out with Brittany over her cheerleader friends any day. So yes it does mean a lot to her.
"It doesn't mean shit to me," she says turning her head towards the group.
"See you tomorrow Santana!" One of the girl's calls out.
Santana knows that to make it through high school you have to tell everyone what they want to hear; whether you're going against your values, morals, whatever. Everyone needs to be told that they look good when they really don't and if you show any sign of weakness people are going to walk all over you.
When she reaches the parking lot she notices a familiar car parked on the street. Brittany, just like she was in the morning, is standing against the passenger door. Only this time she doesn't look happy or in the mood to flirt.
"Give me it," Brittany orders. Santana gulps, handing the jacket back to the blonde.
"I'm sorry," she says softly. Brittany opens the back door and puts the jacket in the back seat. "They stole it from my locker Brittany I swear!"
"I don't care!" The blonde yells. "I didn't give it to you only because it was raining," she scoffs. "I trusted you to take care of it."
Santana's eyebrows knit in confusion. "It's just a jacket Britt…"
"It's not! You don't get it," she says loudly, shaking her head and rounding the car. Brittany didn't expect to reveal the real reason she gave the jacket to Santana. But she did and now she's let the brunette see her vulnerable side. Should've just let her walk this morning, Brittany thinks, starting the engine.
"Brittany, wait!" Santana yells from the side walk. She runs up to the car, hitting the window until the blonde finally hits the gas pedal. "You said you'd talk to me if I talked to you!" She yells hopelessly to the retreating vehicle. Santana watches the Jeep take off down the street and mentally berates herself for not keeping the jacket with her in her bag. But Brittany didn't have to give her the jacket in the first place. How could Brittany trust her so soon when she wouldn't even talk to her days before?
Santana is even more confused than she was this morning. There's definitely something going on with the blonde that Santana desperately wants to figure out. Normally she'd notice people acting strange and assume things, but Santana actually wants to know Brittany's story. She wants to know why Brittany acts the way she acts and talks the way she talks.
A drop of water falls onto Santana's cheek. She looks up and notices how dark the sky is turning once again. She runs home this time.