Santana woke up the next morning feeling a bit groggy. She pulled her earphones and stretched. It was about 6:30, and she needed to get ready for school. She dreaded going every morning.
As she was changing into her Cheerios uniform, she got a text.
Hey. I was wondering, if I could catch a ride to school? My mom's car is down and I don't have any other way. I understand if you can't.
Was Santana gonna say no? Of course not. It actually motivated her to get ready for school just a little bit more.
It's not a problem. I'm almost done getting ready then i'll be on my way over. See ya soon.
Butterflies emerged from the pits of her stomach. She was starting to realize that even after spending time with the blonde, the butterflies weren't going away anytime soon. She wished it did though, it'd make things so much easier.
Santana had never really been 'serious' with someone before. Being that all of her past relationships were boys, she had come to the conclusion that the only way that she was going to take a relationship seriously was if she were with a girl.
It was a thought that made her happy- yet afraid.
Happy because she knew that deep down inside, that's what she really wanted. What she longed for, for so long. To be happy with who she really is.
Afraid because she didn't want to have to deal with the consequences. She had seen what happened to Kurt when he first came out. And she was afraid that if she came out, then everyone would treat her differently.
Yes, she was already feared but that could all change. In a heartbeat- if she were to come out of the closet.
Santana shook it off. She was already in the car driving over to Brittany's house and she didn't want her to be asking questions.
She pulled up into Brittany's driveway to see the blonde closing the front door to her house and locking it. Santana saw that she was wearing skinny jeans, black Volcom hoodie and a beanie. Once she turned around, she quickly looked away hoping that she didn't catch her staring.
The passengers door opened and Brittany climbed in.
"Good morning, Santana." She said it with the biggest smile on her face.
"Good morning." Santana half grinned, and Brittany found it a bit charming. Ever since Brittany made the comment about Santana not smiling often, she tried to get one in every once in a while just so that when she was around her- she'd smile more.
She was willing to do anything for Brittany. And I mean, anything.
The car ride was not quiet at all this time. Santana didn't even want to go to school. What she wanted to do was continue driving around so that their conversation could keep going.
As she pulled into the parking lot, Santana looked over to Brittany.
"Since you've asked me about myself, may I ask you a question now?" She nodded. "Well, how come you don't talk to people? I mean, I never see you talking to anyone in Glee Club."
"I don't know, cause I'm stupid I guess." Santana shot Brittany a confused look. She threw the car in park but neither of them made a move to get out.
"What do you mean?"
"I'm not the brightest person. I mean, look at what happened the first time we talked. Your nice looking? What the fuck is that? You can't tell me you didn't think that was dumb."
"It wasn't dumb, it was cute." Santana immediately shut her eyes, not believing that she had said that out loud. Fuck, she thought. Fuck. "Wow, uh.. Sorry. I-"
She was cut off when Brittany placed her hand on hers. "It's okay, Santana."
Her heart was racing. She was seeing stars. Was this really happening? What was going on? Does Brittany like girls? What if she felt the same way for Santana?
Or maybe she was just reading too much into the lines.
"I uh, just thought that it was cute. I took it as a compliment." She felt like she was going to start sweating. "You're not stupid, Brittany."
"It was meant as a compliment." Brittany gave her hand a slight squeeze, then leaned over to kiss her on the cheek. "And thank you. But I have to get going, I have to talk to Ms. Pillsbury. I'll see you in Glee Club."
And with that, Brittany got out of the car and walked towards the school.
Everything that happened left Santana in a haze. Even though it wasn't much, it was way more than she had ever experienced with a girl. And before today, that was nothing. Her heart was still racing like crazy. And all Brittany had to do was place her hand on top of hers. That was it. Nothing more, nothing less. She could just imagine what would happen if she ever got to kiss her.
She just might die.
Santana got out of her car and walked into the school. She spotted Quinn sitting at their normal spot and walked over.
"There you are, San. You're usually here before I am." Santana shrugged. "You look different today. And you walked around the kid down the hall. You feeling alright?"
"I guess I'm just in a good mood today."
"Well thats- rare."
"Shut up, Q. You make it seem like I'm always mad." Quinn looked over at her.
"Cause you are, San. I tell you that all the time. I guess you just never notice."
She hadn't noticed. Not once.
All it took was Brittany to tell her once, and that changed her entire outlook on everything.
Santana turned to look down the hallway and saw Brittany walking her way, smiling. She smiled back and Brittany gave her a thumbs up.
All she wanted was Brittany.
Little did she know, it wasn't that she wanted her.
She needed her.
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