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Chapter 3: The difference between fiction and reality
Santana walked tired through the hallway of the house. It was 7:33 a.m., on a Saturday. Not even she was up that early on a weekend. Unfortunately due to her recent discovery she hadn't managed to process the fact that Brittany was gay…or that Brittany had a girlfriend. They had both gone to sleep right before she got up. She didn't want to just leave without a word. That would definitely infer that she had seen something…even though she really didn't see anything she just heard constant moaning. She needed to go home so she could get some sleep. She had to search for a job and hopefully get an interview.
She began to run through what had happened last night in her head. She didn't know how she couldn't spot it before. Usually she had an excellent gaydar; she could spot it from a mile away. However this time it was not the case. This time it seemed that her gaydar had been clouded. She heard someone coming down the steps. Santana tensed up at the sound. She wasn't ready to face neither Quinn nor Brittany but she knew she was soon going to.
Quinn emerged from the stairway and found Santana on the couch doing what seemed like nothing. He had that cocky smile on her lips. "Hey," She initiated a conversation. Santana didn't know why but she had the urge to rip out Quinn's throat but she kept the impulse dormant.
"Good morning," Santana forced a smile to show on her lips.
"You're up early," She was so tempted to say she couldn't sleep with all the noise but she decided against it.
"Yeah, I'm usually up this early," she lied. "Besides I have to get home; I have like a million things to do today. I just didn't want to leave without telling you guys I was leaving." More like she was scared to leave with acting like she saw nothing…well heard nothing.
"Well, do you need a ride to the bus stop?"
"No, I can get home on my own. It's just a mile down the street. I could use the exercise besides, I'm pretty sure that I woke you up when I got up. Go back to sleep." Santana said. "Imma gets my stuff and be out." She pointed at the door with her thumb.
"Well, if you're fine, I'll just tell Brittany you had to go."
"Cool," Santana grabbed her bag which was sitting by the couch. "I put Brittany's clothes at the foot of the bed."
"I'll tell her and Santana it was nice to really get to know you."
"Same too you;" Santana raced to the front door as if she couldn't get out of there fast enough. She almost sprinted to the bus stop which was nearly 2 ½ miles (not one as she previously thought). She didn't know why she was acting this way. She was mad but she didn't know why. She kept thinking about Brittany; the sound of her voice when Quinn was all over her; that little Brittany let out; was she trying to forget it…but she couldn't. Why couldn't she?
She snuck into her foster home. She needed to sleep. No one in the house was awake. She crept quietly into her share room and climb silently to her bed. She took off her jacket and pants and slipped under the sheets. She hoped no one would wake up very soon.
She looked at the ceiling above her. She hated how bright it could be in the morning. It always made her a bit crankier than she usual. It didn't help with her most recent discovery. She didn't know why Quinn and Brittany bothered her so much. She was the furthest thing from a homophobic. She actually had a tendency to make fun of those people as she did anyone who remotely pissed her off. It escaped her as too why she even cared what had gone on between Brittany and Quinn. If they were sleeping together it was none of her business but yet it still frustrated her. She turned over in her bed and lied face down. She wanted to bang the memory out of her head. If it was bothering her so much maybe she should find someone to talk about it with. Too bad it was Brittany that was involved. Her mind was going a mile a minute. She wondered how she would get some rest with the burning memory in her head.
Santana stepped off the bus at her school that Monday morning. She felt bad because she had been dodging Brittany's calls all weekend. She decided to try and avoid Brittany all day but she didn't know how she was going to avoid Brittany in her Spanish Class.
Santana slowly walked into the school. She searched for Brittany. She didn't see her which was good for her. She picked up her pace and went to her English class. She thought she was home free …until she saw Quinn by her classroom door. She nearly halted. She walked slowly to the door and faced Quinn knowing she was there for her.
"Santana," Quinn said. "So you are alive." She said in what seemed like sarcasm. "Brittany thought you had gotten into a horrible accident and were unrecognizable in some morgue somewhere." Quinn said. Santana couldn't help but smile knowing that Brittany had been worried about her. "You don't call her; she worries easily."
"I was on a sleeping binge," She said which was only half true. "I was exhausted. So, I slept most of the weekend. Anymore invasive question before I go to class?"
"Yeah, one," Quinn said. "You saw what happened Friday night; didn't you?" Santana became tense. How did Quinn know that?
"I don't know what you're talking about." Santana said trying to hide her nervousness. "Now, I'm going to my Class." Santana tried to walk pass Quinn but she was blocked. Quinn grabbed her shoulder.
"Listen, I know what you're trying to do." Quinn whispered into Santana's ear. "I know you're type; bad girl with abandonment issues but guess what; Britt's not into that sort of thing." Something snapped in Santana. She became infuriated.
"Listen slutty cheerleader; I don't care what's going on. Brittany and I are just friends and abandonment issues; seriously, come up with something more original." She looked menacingly at Quinn. "Now," Santana bucked at her. "Get out of my way!" Quinn jumped back. She suddenly felt accomplished for moving the blond out of the way. She walked into the classroom with a grin on her face. She didn't know why Quinn was so threatened by her. She knew she was attractive but Brittany seemed to be into Quinn.
She heard her name being called as she began to sit down. "Santana Lopez," She looked up and saw a tall woman in a red track suit. Santana was confused but she got up and walked to the tall woman she could only assume was a teacher.
"Yes," She looked up at the woman's face.
"Come with me;" the woman said. Santana didn't know what else to do but follow. They weaved through the students to an office filled with cheerleading trophies. Santana cautiously walked into the room with the woman.
"Well sit down J-Lo."
"What?" Santana said.
"You heard me," Santana was in awe of the incredible rudeness. She slowly sat down. In the chair in front of a nameplate labeled SUE SYLVESTER in all caps. "So, I took the liberty of reading over your file."
"What?"
"Are you deaf or do you not speak English?"
"That's incredibly racist, who the hell are you anyway?"
"The Cheerio Coach, here to recruit you."
"How about no," Santana said. "I don't want to be a part of the cult of super Barbie dolls."
"I've noticed you are trying to get into college." Santana saw her file; opened on the Sue's desk, "Your grades are good, you're a minority so that's in your favor but you don't have any extracurricular activities."
"I've never stayed in a place long enough to be in any." Santana said. "I move around too often to really be in any clubs or on any teams."
"So how athletic are you?"
"I consider myself fit."
"If you can hop the border; you're good enough for me,"
"I'm Puerto Rican."
"Ah, you say Tomato." She couldn't help but wonder if this woman was usually this racist. She was wonder how many Hispanic jokes the woman could get out before she could leave. "So how about it; you want to be on my national champion cheerio squad? Or do you want to live under the radar and be ridiculed your whole high school career." Santana looked at Ms. Sylvester. Did she really want to be a cheerleader?
She ended up leaving the Sue's office with a uniform. She didn't know why she did especially since the Ms. Sylvester was incredibly racist. She went to her locker and shoved the red outfit in her locker. She sighed hard. She looked at the paper with all the Cheerio requirements: white sneakers, uniform worn every day to practice, hair in a ponytail, no enhancements, and most importantly Sue Sylvester is the new religion.
She didn't take direction well. She didn't know how she was going to listen to a woman with a god complex. She stuck her head in locker. It was true though. She did need extracurricular activities. They did look good on college applications.
"Santana," She heard her name being cheerfully said. She knew it had to be Brittany. She shut her locker to hide the Cheerio uniform. Brittany hugged Santana tightly. "I thought something had happened to you."
"I'm sorry," Santana said. "I was sleeping most of the weekend. I meet to call you this morning but I figured I'd see you at school." She knew that was a lie but what Brittany didn't know couldn't hurt her. Santana had always been good at "bending" the truth. Brittany let go of Santana.
"Okay, but I was really worried about you." She looked at Santana with a smile. "I went to your first class to see if you were there and you weren't so, I thought you got kidnaped by evil clowns or something. Santana could help but smile at Brittany's comment. "Where were you anyway?" Brittany asked. Santana sighed remembering the red and white W.M.H.S. uniform in her locker.
"Coach Sylvester was recruiting me for the Cheerios."
"You're joining the Cheerios?" Brittany asked with a wide smile.
"Yes," Santana said with a not so thrilled look on her face. Brittany jumped with excitement.
"We get to spend more time together! That's so cool!" Santana and Brittany heard the warning bell ring. "I have to go to class." Brittany frowned. "I don't want to go to math class."
"I have a free period right not."
"Lucky," Brittany said with a pout on her face. Santana couldn't help but find Brittany adorable.
"Do you want me to take you to class?" Santana asked.
"Please," The pleading look on Brittany's face was not on that she could easily say not to. Brittany linked their pinkies and dragged Santana along with her toward her math class.
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