I would have made this longer, except I didn't. Consider this part 1 of Britt's chapter, I'll see what I can do about fast tracking the extended part 2 for tomorrow. Sorry for the delay kind citizens, enjoy.
How could I not have noticed her before? How could I have never seen her around the castle before? It's been the only thing I could think of this whole week, in class, during class and when I was trying to fall asleep. I kept thinking about Santana and how I could have missed a person as undeniably beautiful as her for five years.
This whole week hands down, has been the most confusing first week at Hogwarts since first year. Everywhere I went I felt myself looking around corners just incase she would be there, even when I knew that it was probably impossible I'd hoped.
During breakfast, lunch and dinner I snuck glances towards the Slytherin table, just knowing where she was seemed to calm me down. I don't know what's happening to me. I've only had one conversation with her. Technically two, but I don't know if I should count that time, it was barely a conversation.
She was in four of my classes. Transfiguration, Potions, Herbology and Defence Against the Dark Arts. The closest I'd ever gotten to her was in Potions on our first day, and that was because I had made myself sit as close to her as possible. Did that make me crazy? I hope it didn't.
I had asked Mike a couple of questions about Quidditch yesterday when we were studying in the library, really only so I could work in a few questions about her. Making sure he thought I was just trying to figure out Slytherin's defence tactics.
"Lopez isn't going to make winning easy this year. I heard that she already has a three hour training schedule worked out." He told me.
"Aren't they still missing a Chaser?" I questioned, positive that Slytherin still needed to hold their tryouts.
"Yeah, but I was told Brody Weston is a shoe in for the position. He's been gunning after Cooper's spot for the past four years, he's eager to be on the team."
"He's in his seventh year, isn't he?"
"Yeah, he's best friends with Jesse St. James."
"Ugh."
"I know."
"Are they friends with Santana?"
Mike paused for a minute. I couldn't blame him, it was a weird question to ask, but he answered anyway.
"Not that I know of. I don't think she's friends with anyone really, just-"
"Puckerman." I sighed, finishing his sentence.
"Yeah, they're pretty close."
"Are they together?" I blurt out, my eyes widening in shock. "I mean, wouldn't that suck, having your girlfriend be your Captain and having to do everything she says…" I covered, internally cringing at the mess of a conversation I'd created. Mike just laughed though.
"You know Puckerman Britt, he's never had a serious relationship with any girl. Except, well Santana, but everyone knows that they'd never get together." Mike says laughing to himself for a little while before noticing my confused silence. He gives me a surprised look, as if he just told a really obvious joke.
"Wait, you don't know? It's been like a running joke since fourth year."
"Why would the joke go running?" I ask, but Mike just shakes his head.
"Don't worry. It's just really ironic, that the only girl that the school's biggest manwhore can't get the only girl he can't have."
"Why not?"
"Cause she plays for the other team."
"They both play for Slytherin, Mike." What the hell is he trying to say? None of it's making any sense.
"No! Britt, not that team. They uh, they're both into girls. Everyone found out when Lopez hooked up with their Keeper."
"Dani?" I feel myself cringe thinking of the other girl. Maybe this is why I didn't like her- cause she's been with Santana.
Wait.
She's been with Santana? Dani hooked up with Santana. Santana likes girls. I can feel a fluttering rise up in my chest, like someone just opened a cage of butterflies in my stomach. Santana likes girls. Could that- could that mean that she might like me the way I like her?
I hear a cough and look back to Mike, he's giving me a funny look and I don't know how long I've ignored him for.
I don't want him to catch onto my thoughts though yet. I don't think he'd have a problem with it. I just don't want anyone to know before I know myself, I'm so confused and excited at the same time .
"Sorry Mike, I've got to go back to the tower- I forgot my wand." I lie, I've never left anywhere without my wand. He knows that too, but he doesn't comment, giving me that funny look again as I shoot out of the library.
Ever since yesterday with Mike I felt like I needed to talk to her again, that I needed to let her know that I existed somehow. During breakfast this morning I had ignored everything my friends has talked about, opting to alternate between glaring at the back of Dani's head and sneaking glances at Santana.
She had had her head down in her arms, like she was asleep, but she wasn't. Her hand snapping up with her wand ready just as Puck tried to throw his goblet of water onto her head, her spell sending it right back into his shocked face. They Slytherin's surrounding them laughing at the growling boy.
The way her whole face stayed calm and uninterested was so mysterious. I wanted to know everything she was thinking, if she was having a good day or if she was tired. If this were someplace else I think I would have just gone up and talked to her, but this was Hogwarts and she was currently surrounded by most rude and cold-hearted people in the whole school.
I could never just walk up and say hey, not without putting myself on several target lists. Not that I couldn't handle myself if I did, I was pretty confident with my spells and knew how to handle myself in a confrontation- I just preferred not to.
I had been out of it this whole day. My thoughts kept wandering to the new information I had found out yesterday, I couldn't find the heart to take notes in Ancient Runes, earning nudges in my arm from Quinn the whole lesson. I could already feel the beginning of tiny bruises no thanks to her.
I had also managed to make it through Transfiguration this rest of this week without anyone falling on me too. I pretty thankful for that, but I could help but be disappointed when I noticed that Santana made sure to keep a whole arms distance between herself and anyone else as she came to and from the class.
I blew my cover though this afternoon in Defence Against the Dark Arts. What should have been a smooth finish to the week ended up in the worst way I could have wanted.
"What was that?" Quinn barked. Throwing her book bag down onto her empty bunk. She had grabbed my arm as soon as we'd left Defence Against the Dark Arts, practically pulling me to Ravenclaw Tower. No one was around, everyone was either outside at the lake or with their friends in the great hall, ready for their first weekend.
"What was what?" I ask, turning and tossing my own stuff back to my bed. Ignoring the heated glare Quinn was sending me.
"That thing ten minutes ago with Santana Lopez! You keep looking at her and you've been doing it this whole week, don't think I didn't notice, I'm pretty sure even Mike and Tina know something's up." She calls back, stepping forward until she's near the foot of my bed.
"Nothing's going on Q." I say quietly, moving further away from Quinn, towards the empty centre of the oval dorm room.
"Britt don't lie to me, what's going on? Why this sudden obsession with her." She's doing that thing again. That I hate. Whenever she's mentioned Santana, Quinn looks like she wants to roll her eyes- well, she does do that, but she the way she says it makes me mad, I don't like it.
"Nothing's going on!" I shout, my hands jumping into the air trying to emphasise my point. I can tell I caught her off guard though, she wasn't expecting me to get mad. Quinn's eyes widen suddenly, her mouth opening and closing for a second before her face changes.
She steps back a couple feet, gripping onto my bedpost as she looks into the space around my head, like she's trying to figure out the worlds most difficult potion.
"Nooo… " She drags out, her voice just loud enough for me to make out. She's not saying anything else though, just staring at me with this look I can't figure out. I don't want her find out. I don't need Quinn to figure out that I like Santana- I'm not ready for her to know.
"Quinn?" I ask, moving close to her, my hand reaching out to touch her arm carefully. That seems to snap her out of it though, her whole body jolting forward as she pulls away from me.
"No, no. Oh my God, Brittany!" She looks at me frantically, her whole face dawning with realization. I feel my heart sink, looking
"What?" I ask slowly, even though I know what she's about to say.
"You have a thing for Santana Lopez!"
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Sorry to leave it there, hit me up with your thoughts, feelings, general questions and concerns. I know I have them- I'm flatlining here.
