Turn Around Bright Eyes
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Chapter 4: Cold
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Before consumption began, the door to the washroom swung open and Rachel stood at the door, her mouth wide but silent.
The singer stopped and stared and thankfully closed her mouth to save herself and them from any sort of embarrassment. She turned away and stepped out of the washroom, blocking the doorway from any other interruption.
She took in a deep breath and stared at the ground, her eyebrows slowly descending from their place on her forehead. Rachel tried to give herself a reality check and shook her head. So she was right, and actually she felt like reminding them of that fact but she decided that it'd be best not to.
Quinn approaches her from afar and Rachel wonders what could she possibly want from her. And honestly a soft image of the blonde enters her mine in seconds, but she shakes it away along with any other desires. And realizes, oh yeah, she probabl just needs to go pee. The fetus probably steps on her bladder every couple of minutes or so.
"Mind moving?" asked the ex cheerleader, her eyes coated with wonderment and aggravation.
Rachel shook her head, "I-I can't."
"Why?"
She bit her lip and tried to think of something, "Uh, I uh, I did something and you just can't go in."
The girl was a horrible liar, and even Quinn knew that. The blonde rolled her eyes and tried to push Rachel to the side to get in, because damn, she really had to go pee, but the door swung open, hitting the back of Rachel's head causing the girl to collapse.
Santana had ran out of the washroom, clouds of steam practically coming out of her ears. And if both were mistaken, a river of moisture streaming down her tanned face was evident as well.
Quinn wanted so badly to go in and check if her premonition was right and see if Brittany was there, or perhaps go after Santana but she had an unconscious Berry in her arms. But when Brittany left the washroom, looking a little red eyes and lost, Quinn's premonition stood as correct and she found herself dragging the loud mouthed Jew to the nurse's office.
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Santana decided that the rest of the school day was not important, and she didn't even want to think about Glee or the Cheerios. She stormed through the hallways and out to the back and plopped herself under a tree as far away as possible.
No one was allowed to see her cry.
THe latina felt very grateful at that moment for the soft textures of the Cheerio's uniform. It was great for wiping the cold tears on her face.
After Rachel had so gracefully left the washroom, Santana went for Brittany again, longing so much to feel her warmth engulf her, wanting to secure the fact that they were still best friends and that nothing changed.
But no. Brittany had pushed away afterwards, mumbling something about how it wasn't the same.
Damn, the blonde one was smarter than anyone could possibly think of her. It just sucked that it was like that. Santana wishes that life wasn't so complicated and that things could just go back to the way things were.
What did she want anyway? Of course Santana knew exactly what it was. But, she just couldn't do it. She cannot do it. She cannot make them completely public. What happens to their reputation afterwards? WHat happens if no one accepts them? SHe could never put Brittany through something so terrible. Ever since they were kids she made it her life's mission to keep the blonde safe and warm inside her arms.
"So much for that," she mumbles, shivering beneath the shaded tree, her cool tears doing nothing to calm her down. Nothing felt right, and as much as she had convinced herself that Brittany had always needed her, she realizes that it was always the same thing for herself.
She needs the blonde in her life. And despite the amount of people that she knew, that she was friends with, that she loved, she knew that nothing and no one could fill her the way Brittany did.
And boy oh boy did that warmth last too little of a time.
But something still managed to comfort her. Brittany was just as lost as she was at the moment. And nothing in the whole world except for themselves were capable of making everything make sense again.
