Hey! Thank you so much for all your reviews/favs/follows, the mean a lot! Okay so I wasn't going to write much today (considering its Christmas) but here I am at 2am and finished a new chapter. Anyway, sorry for any mistakes.
P.S to the person that wanted drunk Brittany, I will be doing that (thanks for the idea) but i'm going to wait for a few chapters.
Enjoy the new chapter and Merry Christmas!:)
"So, Santana how's school going?" My father questioned from the end of the table. It was the night of the family dinner and I was excited for it. Well, that was up until my mother informed me that Abuela would be joining us. Don't get me wrong, I love her with all my heart, but sometimes she was just a bit too… overpowering. There's only one thing you should know about my Abuela: If you cross her, you won't get her forgiveness.
I swallowed the food in my mouth before answering. "It's going well; I'm getting A's in most of my classes."
Before my dad can reply, Abuela cut in. "I expect you're excelling at Spanish?" I swallow hard and nervously nod my head. Pleasing Abuela and making her proud was like trying to please the devil, no matter what you done, she always expected more.
"Yes, I'm top in my class." I offered, hoping it would get some kind of reaction out of her.
I see a small smile form on her face and internally cheer. "It's a wonder they don't let you teach that class. I've met the teacher and let me tell you, it's a waste of time being in there." My mind instantly wondered to the girl that I was supposed to tutor.
"Actually, I was asked to tutor a girl in my class." Brittany still hadn't called me and arranged where or when we would meet. Maybe she lost my number? I could find her tomorrow in school and talk to her, but I wasn't sure if I wanted to risk that. Then again, she did defend Artie yesterday in the hallway. A smile tugged at my lips. Maybe Brittany wasn't as bad as people thought.
"That's great sweetie!" It was my mom that spoke this time. "Are there any boys? That Sam is very nice." I have to stop myself from rolling my eyes. Ever since the first time Sam appeared at my house with bag of Doritos and his collection of super hero movies, my mom has been adamant that we should date. But, for some reason, my mind still lingered on the other blond. Did Brittany have a boyfriend? She probably did, she was gorgeous after all.
I rest my knife and fork on my plate, knowing Abuela would scold me if I didn't. "No Mami, and Sam and I are just friends, for the fiftieth time." I clarified, muttering the last part under my breath.
The rest of the dinner went on like this, them asking me questions and me trying to answer them without sounding like an idiot. When I finally was released back into my room I let out a sigh. My room was mainly black; black bed sheets, dark wall paper, black curtains (mostly to keep the sunlight out in the mornings) and even dark wooden floorboards. I had always liked my room like this; it made it feel more comfortable than a bright pink room with like a chandler hanging from the roof.
All of a sudden my phone begins to blare out an Amy Winehouse song, telling me I have a call, but my phone is nowhere in sight. I quickly run around my room, finding it under my pillow.
"Hello?" I answered and mentally kicked myself for not checking the caller ID.
"Hey." The voice was slightly different, but I'd be able to tell who that soft, angelic voice belonged to any day. Not that I played it over in my mind all last night… it's just hard to forget.
"Brittany?" I asked, knowing the answer.
I could almost feel her smirking. "How'd you know?" A blush spread across my cheeks. How do I answer that? Yeah I just re-played you're voice in my head over and over again. That wouldn't be weird at all. "You still there?"
I snapped back to reality. "Um, yeah…"
"So I was wondering if you wanted to start tutoring this Friday." Friday? I would have thought Brittany had plans on a Friday night that included partying and alcohol.
"S-sure," I stuttered, "Do you want to meet at my house?" This kind of takes me by surprise. Did I just ask Brittany Pierce to my house? The girl that could literally skin a jock if he looked at her the wrong way.
"Cool, text me you address." I nod my head then realise she can't see me and reply a simple 'okay'. Through the phone I could hear someone calling her name. "Well, I gotta go. I'll see you on Friday." She hangs up before I can say bye and I close my eyes and think for a second. Was agreeing to tutor Brittany a good idea or was it just going to turn my life upside down?
On Wednesday night I lay on my bed, scrolling back and forth through some social media apps. School was like normal, well as normal as it could get for me. I kept my eyes open for any sign of Brittany, but she was nowhere to be seen. I didn't know why the blond fascinated me so much. She had a reputation for being a badass, yet I'd never once seen her beat up, throw a slushie or even dumpster toss a less popular person – not including Jacob because, well he's Jacob. I'd only seen her do that to jocks or cheerios.
My thoughts were cut short by a knock on my door and Sam popping his head in.
"What's up, buttercup?" Sam said as walked in. I laughed at his lameness.
He strolled over to my bed and sat cross-legged and facing me. "Nothing, today has been boring," I reply, "I'm so ready for this movie night."
Sam, still with his dopey grin, lifted a bag and pulled out some movies. "Okay so we have Iron man 3, Thor and dark knight rises."
"Awesome."
An hour and a bag of chips later Sam's phone lights up. When he checked it, he laughed. I didn't really pay much attention to it until it happened again and then again. "What are you laughing at?" I asked, but he just looked at his phone and laughed again.
"Sorry, it's just Mercedes texting me." A knowing smile passed my lips and I raised my eyebrows. "What? We're just friends!"
"Really Sam? You've had a crush on her for so long, please just put me out of my misery and ask her on a date." A light blush appeared on his cheeks. "Aww look, you're blushing!" I teased him and lent over to pinch his cheek.
He swatted my hand away and huffed. "Okay, okay fine." He gave in, but suddenly looked nervous. "Maybe we could go on a group date? Are you free on Friday? We'll go bowling!" Sam rambled on and I had to stifle a laugh at how he was reacting.
"Sam, you'll be fine," I giggled, "And I already have plans."
At this, Sam gave me a confused look. "You have plans?" I nodded, "With who?"
I wasn't sure if I should tell him or not that I was tutoring Brittany, but it's not like we were doing anything wrong. "Mr Schue is making me tutor Brittany in Spanish." I say as if it was no big deal.
"Brittany?" He repeated, "As in Brittany Pierce? " Sam looked as if he just went into shock. "Santana you can't! She'll probably make you her next target!" He exclaimed, although I didn't think Brittany would do that. Or at least I hoped she wouldn't.
"Look, it's only tutoring once a week. I'm just doing it for the extra credit." I lied. I wanted to know more about Brittany. "It's not like I'm doing this for fun."
Sam looked curiously at me for a moment, like he was studying me. Then he slowly said, "You like her." My eyes widened and I crossed my arms over my chest.
"Are you being serious right now? Sam, I've only said like five words to her!"
He started shaking his head. "No, I mean you like her like her!" He announced it like he had solved the mystery of the work.
I scoffed. "She's a girl. I'm attracted to guys. You're wrong." I stated, but there was a small part of me buried deep below layers that was considering what he said.
Shrugging his shoulders, Sam responded, "Okay, maybe I am. Just so you know I'm totally cool if you do like her… or any other girl." His tone had changed to serious and I knew he meant it. I felt something, almost like relief even though I didn't know what I was relieved of.
I unclenched my jaw – not realising I had clenched it in the first place – and felt a bit calmer. "Well I don't so let's just stop talking about this." I ask hoping that he would just drop it. "Have you thought anymore about Glee?" I question.
"Yeah, I think I'm going to audition tomorrow." He spoke and quickly added, "Will you audition to? Please, you're really good, Santana and I know you want to." Sam said the last part in a sing-song tone and I couldn't help but titter. "Is that a yes?" His trouty mouth beamed and he started poking and tickling my sides.
"Okay, okay, I'll audition." I said, surrendering to him. My mind instantly began coming up with songs that I could sing yet Sam's words still echoed in my ears. Maybe I was attracted to Brittany.
I nervously fidget at the hem of my shirt as I sit in the choir room waiting for everyone to arrive. Earlier that day Sam had asked Mr Schuester if he and I could audition. Of course he said yes (the glee club was so unpopular that anyone, even people who couldn't sing would be able to join) and now we were going to sing in front of the rest of the club.
After a minute or two Mr Schuester finally came in. "Alright guys, sectionals are a few months away and now that we have two new students auditioning, we have enough people to go! Sam, Santana show us what you've got."
Sam was the first to get up. "Hey, I'm Sam… Sam I am." I rolled my eyes at him and could hear a few chuckles from everyone else. "Anyway I'm going to sing Billionaire." With that, Sam got his guitar and sang his song. His voice was soft and slightly higher than I expected.
"That was awesome Sam!" Mr Schue cheered after he was done. I clapped along with everyone. "Santana, you up."
Taking a breath, I stood and made my way to the middle of the room. "Hi, I'm going to be singing 'Many of horror' by Biffy Clyro." My eyes wondered to the guitarist who began playing the song. At first, my voice was shaky, though as soon as I hit the middle I felt the song take over me. It was like I was in the comfort of my room, singing the song by myself like I did the night before. Without really realising it, the song was over and everyone was on their feet clapping.
"Santana, that was amazing!" Mr Schue cheered and I went to sit back in my seat. Yeah, I thought to myself, this is defiantly worth getting a slushie or two.
Friday night came faster than I expected and I was soon pacing around my room, waiting for Brittany to arrive.
My mind kept replaying what Sam had said the other day. What if was attracted to Brittany? What did that make me? A lesbian? Bisexual? It was all so confusing and I could feel a headache coming on just as the door bell went.
I raced out of my room and down the stairs yelling, "I got it!" to my mom who sat in the living room. Before opening the door, I smoothed down my hair and adjusted my glasses. I opened the door, revealing Brittany dressed in ripped skinny jeans, combat boot, a black tank top and her leather jacket. Her blue eyes stand out the most thought, drawing me into them like a vacuum.
"So are you just gonna stand there and stare at me or are you going to let me in?" She smirked, obviously noting the fact that I not so subtly checked her out.
I opened the door wider and let her in. "Yeah, sorry." Brittany sauntered in, her eyes bouncing off the walls as she went. "We can go up to my room."
She sniggered but still followed me up the stairs. "Someone's eager." I wanted to tell her that's not what I meant, but I knew she was just teasing me.
I was suddenly anxious about bringing her into my room. What if she thought it was weird and started spreading fake rumours about me? Nevertheless, I lead her into my room and stood awkwardly, waiting for her to say something.
"Hm," she murmured, "you're room is different than I thought it would be." Did that mean she thought about being in my room before? "It's actually pretty cool."
"Thanks," I said and then quietly added, "I think…" I walked over to my desk and take a seat, motioning for Brittany to sit on the extra one I brought in for her. "So, where do you want to start?" I question as she sits beside me.
Brittany turns her whole body towards me and studies my face for a few seconds, making me uncomfortable. "You have really beautiful eyes, you know." She whispered into the air. I swallow hard and look back at her. If she thought that my eyes were beautiful, then hers must be like diamonds compared to mine.
"Ugh…" I utter, trying to take my eyes off hers, "M-maybe we should go over some of the verbs." I stutter out.
Brittany finally breaks the contact. "Yeah, sure."
Half an hour later – and a lot of side glances from me – Brittany sighs and throws her pen onto the desk. "This is so fucking difficult, how do you know this shit?" She said with a frustrated voice.
"It's hard at the start, I know, but I promise it'll start making sense soon." I stated, trying to make it is easy as possible for the blond to learn.
She let out a sigh. "If you say so. I have to admit though; you are a far better teacher than Mr Schue." She admitted and I smiled at the complement. "Can we take a break, this shit is tiring."
"Okay." I reply, giving in.
We sit in silence for a moment before Brittany speaks up. "What's that?" She asks pointing to something sitting at the other side of my room. I search for what she is looking at and then find it. Oh dear god no, I think. Brittany jumps up and walks towards it before I even have a chance to register what's happening. "Is this an action figure?" She laugh, a smirk firmly planted on her face.
"I-I… well it's…"
"Chill, Lopez. All I was going to say was my brother would like this." Her brother? It was strange seeing Brittany talk about someone, let alone someone she cared about. "What? Did you think I just lived under the bleachers and had no family?" She jokes.
"No, I just didn't know you had a brother." I respond.
"Not many people do, he's a lot younger than us." She looks almost sad and sets the action figure down.
"Keep it." I tell her, referring to the figure. "I was going to donate a few of my old things anyway and you might as well keep it for your brother." That wasn't a complete lie. I was going to donate some of my old things, but that wasn't one of them. Although, when I see the look on Brittany's face after I would have given her anything of mine that she wanted.
"Thanks." Is all she said. Brittany walked back over to the desk and put the action figure in her bag. "You know," she smirks, "You're pretty cool for a nerd." I felt I smile tug at my lips and I suddenly realise how close she was standing to me. My eyes drifted to her lips and I noted how soft they look. I find myself wanting to lean in a kiss her, but I don't because that will probably make her hate me and then I'll defiantly be her next target.
Instead of closing the distance between us, I look back into her eyes. "I saw what you done for Artie the other day." I remarked. "Standing up for him, that was really nice of you."
I see something change in Brittany's face, like she was putting up walls. "I wasn't being nice to him. I just though that jock was a dick who needed to be put back in place."
"It was still a really nice thing you done." The Brittany that I was seeing now was a completely different girl from the one that walked around the school like she owned it. I liked this Brittany.
"Whatever," She said, almost shyly, "let's get back to work."
And maybe I was attracted to her.
Do you guys like the Sam/San friendship or is it too much? Also, tell me what you want to happen next! Thanks for reading!:)