CHAPTER 3: Skinny Jeans
As we walk to Glee, Santana links her pinkie in mine. I tense up and pull away, but Santana just comes closer to me. I relax at the smile that spreads across her face. She lightly bumps into me as she talks to me and I can't help but to giggle.
Just as we get to the door of the Auditorium, this tall football player, named Finn Hudson, walks up behind us and wraps his arms around Santana's waist.
I drop her hand as he says to her, "Santana, you can't go back to Glee Club until you apologize to Rachel."
"No way, I am not apologizing to Man Hands! And get yours off me!" Santana shouts.
Finn picks her up and moves her away from the door.
I glance up from my shoes, that I have been staring at since he walked up, to see San looking at me. I turn away from her and walk to my seat.
"Fine! I'm sorry Berry!" Finn sits her down as the bell rings.
Santana walks to me and sits down in the chair to my left, while Finn casually sits down in the row behind us. He pulls his seat forward and puts his hand on my right shoulder and drapes his arm across San's.
"So Brittany, are you Santana's new prey?"
"Wh-what?"
"Finnocence, shut up!"
He drops the conversation and leans back as Mr. Shue starts today's lesson.
"We are going to sing Ballad-Duets today. Santana since you seem to be in the mood to talk today, why don't you and… Finn start us off?"
Santana walks to the front of the class and sits down on a stool as Finn starts playing the drums.
S: I don't want to take another step without you
And I don't want to wake another day
To watch you walk away
S & F: So if you're mine, you better be mine
Until our lungs run out of time
And I don't want to feel this heart beat without you
F: She's got her heart tattooed with knotted words
That she thought she still believed
S: A New York smile in skinny jeans
And the moves to make you scream
S & F: She'd rather run and cut her ties
Then stay and let the moment die
She's always on my mind
And without her, I can't survive
"That's the song I picked for you, Brit."
"I… can't do this."
I walk out of the class and run frantically down the hall. I run and run, through the exit doors. I don't stop until I reach the football field. I'm thankful that no one is around as I begin to cry. I sit with my back toward the school. I cry for what seems like forever. I decide to lay across the bleachers. Just as I lay back my head hits the warm flesh of someone's legs. They brush my hair back from my tear soaked face.
Shocked at the sudden intrusion, I immediately jump up and twirl around.
"What the hell?!" I say, realizing it wasn't who I expected.
"What? I can't touch you like you want Santana to?" The girl says, with a smirk.
"I don't know what you are talking about."
"Sure you do. Everyone knows."
"I don't know…"
The shorter girl leans into me, and captures my lips in a passionate kiss. I start to pull away but she holds me steadfast. I let my eyes flutter closed and give into her. I kiss her back, grabbing her hair and tangling it within my fingers. This isn't what I want and I'm sure why I'm not I haven't stopped it yet.
The petite blonde pulls back when she hears Santana yelling my name. She must be getting close to the field.
"I won't tell." Quinn winks.
I swallow hard and walk toward Santana's voice. She starts running at me when she sees me come around the side of the bleachers. She grabs my wrists and I pull her into a hug. I hold her tightly. Not wanting to let her go.
She asks why I ran away and all I can do is start sobbing. I want to tell her I'm afraid of the feelings I have for her, but I don't even know what those feelings are.
Instead I blurt out, "IKissedQuinn. WellSheKissedMe… first."
Santana takes a step back from me and I think she might slap me so I close my eyes.
"Brit, open your eyes, you are about to fall."
I feel my knees start to quiver and I open my eyes. Santana lunges forward to catch me before I hit the ground.
"I'm sorry I just don't know how I feel. I don't know… if I am… gay." I say quietly.
" Who said anything about being Gay?"
"Uh, you were hitting on me and everything."
"I told you I was just trying to make you feel better. Quinn is the only gay one."
"Oh."
"She has a crush on me and is very persistent about me going out with her."
"Oh."
"Britt, are you okay. You look really pale."
I turn and walk away, feeling insanely misconstrued. Maybe I was imagining everything. I feel a sharp pain in my hand and suddenly the world starts to spin. I feel as if I am spiraling down to the ground. I lay there for a while. Not bothering to move.
The spiraling stops and I open my eyes. I slowly look around, searching. I remember the pain in my hand, so I try to pull it to my face. My arms are strapped down to the plastic railing of a bed. I don't understand what is going on. I start to scream.
Santana jumps to the side of the bed.
"Britt, shhh. Calm down. It's okay. Be still."
"Wh- what is happening?"
"You have been in the hospital for 3 weeks. You knocked yourself out with the locker room door when you ran away from me." San chuckles.
"I have been here since that day?"
"Yes silly. You were in a coma until earlier today when you started screaming in pain and ripping the I.V. out of your arms. The doctors had to strap you down and put the I.V. in your hand.
"Oh, that was the sharp pain I felt on the football field before I passed out."
"What?"
"What?"
"When were you on the football field?"
"Just before I woke up here."
"You really knocked yourself out."
"It seemed so real."
"Tell me what you dreamed, Britt."
I spent the next hour telling her what "my last three weeks" consisted of. She seemed amused by my story, but never confirmed that she was or wasn't gay like in my dream. She stayed with me until 9 pm when my parents came to the hospital to see me.
"Well, I am going home to practice for try-outs Friday."
"I HAVEN'T BEEN ABLE TO PRACTICE!"
"I have read off the routines to you everyday as I practiced. Told you how high to raise your leg. How many counts between each movement."
"Maybe you will be home soon, Brittany." My mum says.
San hugs me and leave as the doctor comes in.
"Well, Ms. Pierce, All your labs look good and there doesn't seem to be any lingering effects of your concussion. Your brain seems to be fully healed. We kept you in a medically induced coma the past week so that your brain could repair itself. I will try to have you home by tomorrow."
