You Shook My Heart.

'Bout to get interesting :)

I DON'T OWN GLEE, NOR THE CHARACTERS ):

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I haven't seen Brittany since math class, nor Spanish. Now I am starting to get worried, I texted her a couple of times but left with 0. I sighed, I walked over to my locker with a missing blonde. Then I saw Quinn walking over to me.

"Hey Santana." Quinn waved at me and I forced a smile. "What's wrong?" She questioned. "Nothing, by the way have you seen Brittany?" I look over at her. "Oh Brittany! She is with some wheels guys I saw her hanging with him." She exclaimed. "They were really close though." She said.

My heartache, I felt a verge to cry. But Santana doesn't cry in front of everyone. "Cool." I said as I walked away and went outside of school. I heard Quinn called my name, but I ignored it and watch the sky as I sat on the bleacher. I saw Sam sitting down next to the bleacher and he looks like he's deep on thought.

"What's wrong with you trouty mouth." I teased. He was startled by my appearance then he sat near me. "More like what's wrong with you, I was staring at the sky it's really beautiful." He added. "Nothing is wrong with me." Then I heard the bell ran off. "Welp, see ya later." He stood up and went away. I don't care about classes today, all I care about is Brittany. I took out a piece of paper in my pocket. Yes, I put a piece of paper in my pocket, people find it weird but not me. I took out a pencil again, in my pocket. I wrote something I want to say to Brittany this year.

I love you, like I've never love anyone before. Every time I see you its butterfly came flying in my stomach. It felt like firework when I hug you. You make me feel good inside Brittany. That's why I like you, no I meant that's why I love you. I don't know how come you have this power over me, but I like it. But I think its over now. 1 week ago, we were always together. In a day or two your gone, glad someone made you happy. I don't even know you like me. Huh, it felt good to write it down.

I sighed then decided it was best to skip school and go home.

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"Have you seen Santana?" Asked Brittany. "Have not seen her since math." Tina said. "But I heard she was looking for you." She continued. "Also, where were you." She questioned. "I was helping Artie, and he said he wants to go to a date with me!" Brittany exclaimed. "Anyways, here is chemistry class. See you later!" Tina walked away, and Brittany went inside, to see no Santana. She has been really distance to the Latina, because Artie keep hanging out of her. Now she felt bad. But when she saw the Latina she felt good inside, and that wasn't probably normal, so she hangs out with Artie to keep her mind off her.

Brittany finished class and went to her locker. She realizes what she just did, she ignored Santana. She feels really awful for doing that. Brittany sighed.

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"Santana?" Brittany knocked. "San..." Brittany knocked again. The door flew open with a Latina. "What?" I questioned. "Look, I am really sorry for being distance, I was doing something." She answered. "Who let you in?" Santana asked and look over at the door. "Your mom." She responds. "Oh." I said. "Come on in." I gestured over to the room.

As we got seated, we talked what happened to school. Some jokes. "So, Artie asked me in a date!" Brittany blurted out. I was shocked, mega shock. "I-I have to tell you something Britt." I suttered. "Sure." Brittany chirped. Santana took a deep breath.

"So, I been having this fe-"Santana was cut off by Brittany phone. "Oh, Sorry San I take this for a minute." I nodded and forced a smile. "Artiee.." Brittany giggled, I frowned and walked away and went towards the bathroom.

I finally went out the bathroom and found Brittany sitting down on my bed. "San?" Brittany questioned. "Artie, asked me to go to his house, tell me later." Brittany stood up then tried to hug me, but I lay down the bed. "Whatever." Santana whispered. "I'm sorry." She said then went downstairs. And out.

Feelings really do sucks. Santana cried to sleep.

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Sorry if its short. Next one is very DRAmatic -hannah