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Starting in Brittany's POV. Thank you all for your reviews and/or adding to alerts/favorites!
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee nor do I own The Darkest Powers trilogy.
After getting dressed, I find Mrs. Talbot downstairs.
"Mrs. Talbot?" I say.
"Yes?"
"I was wondering... could I call my sister?"
"Unfortunately I think you need a few days to adjust," she says. "This is only your third day, maybe next week."
Will I ever really be adjusted to this place? I don't think it's the kind of place to really get comfortable. I mean, we're all "crazy"! I just want to talk to Jackie. It's so hard not having someone to talk to; someone to help me through all this craziness.
"Oh," I mutter. "Okay."
So instead of getting to talk to my sister, I head to class. I just wish I could talk to her right now. She always helps me calm down, and right now I don't feel calm at all. I feel freaked out, and I need someone to talk to. Quinn is nice, but it's different.
Ms. Holiday, who Quinn tells me is new, gives us our assignments after talking for a few minutes. We start on math, which sucks because that's what I'm worst in. I stare at my paper for a few minutes, but I don't understand half of it.
I try anyways.
Everyone is in the same classroom, except for Santana. She's not here. I didn't see her at breakfast either. It seems like she's always separated from everyone else. Thinking about her eyes really doesn't help me concentrate on my work.
On Monday, instead of going to class after lunch, I go to a session with Ms. Pillsbury. But there is someone else there.
"Brittany," Ms. Pillsbury says as I take a seat in the chair in front of her desk. "This is Dr. Sylvester. She will be joining us today for your session today."
I look up at the short haired blonde woman.
"I hear your progress is going very well, so I came for a visit," Dr. Sylvester says.
I nod.
"Well then, let's get started," Dr. Sylvester says, readjusting the paperwork in her lap. "So you haven't had any hallucinations since you've been here, correct?"
"No," I answer. The cat came to me, but that's all. That wasn't a hallucination.
"Good, good," Dr. Sylvester says. "And how are you getting along with the others?"
The questions continue and I answer them all. I don't think she asked me anything new from what Ms. Pillsbury asked during my first session when I got here.
"It's good that you want to get better, Brittany," Dr. Sylvester tells me.
"And we are going to help you all that we can," Ms. Pillsbury adds.
Since classes are already over, I go to the media room.
"Hey," Puck greets, scooting over to make room for me on the couch. He runs his hand over his mo-hawk. It's kind of a weird hairstyle, but it just seems to fit for him. Probably because he's had it since the first time I saw him.
"Hi," I say, taking a seat. I bet if he had a different hairstyle and then changed it to what he has now, it would look weird.
"Have a fun time in there?" he asks.
"I don't think you can really call it fun...," I say.
"Yeah," he nods in agreement. "This place kinda blows, doesn't it?"
I smile and let out a small laugh. "Yeah."
"So," he drawls. "What's your favorite movie?"
I think for a minute. Picking favorites is so hard, especially moves. There's so many good ones. How can you say "I like this one 100% more than all of the other movies I've watched'?
"I think...," I start, "Beauty and The Beast."
"Wow, really?" he questions.
I nod. "I mean, there's so many good movies. But Belle is amazing. She doesn't sit around to be saved. And like... she can look past the beasts appearance to see what he's really like, and they fall in love."
"Makes sense," he says. "But I'd have to go with something like... And Soon The Darkness."
"Never heard of it," I say. "Why do you like it?"
He smirks. "Hot chicks. Plus it's a horror movie; that's the best kind."
I laugh.
"Totally serious," he says. "You should watch it sometime."
"Okay."
Puck looks up and I turn to see Santana. I catch her brown eyes, but not for long enough.
"See ya 'round, Brittany," Puck says, standing up. "I look forward to the movie." He winks and walks off with Santana.
Santana's POV
Mrs. Talbot peeks her head in the door, gives us a small smile, and flicks the light switch.
I lie, staring at the ceiling, arms crossed behind my head. I don't know why I can't get her eyes out of my head.
"Santana!"
I turn my head to look at Quinn. Her blonde hair makes me think of the other blonde even more.
"What's up with you?" Quinn asks. "You're acting even weirder than usual."
I look back to the ceiling. "Nothing."
"It's not like I'm going to tell anyone."
I pull my hands from behind my head and turn on my side to face the wall. "Just go to sleep, Quinn."
"Well, Damn."
The room is silent, Quinn is now asleep, but I'm still awake.
"Please, I can't," I hear.
It's her voice.
Brittany's POV
The cat continues walking towards me. It jumps up on the bed in front of me. Out of habit, I reach out to pet its head. I pull my legs up and sit cross-legged in front of the cat. It hasn't said anything yet. Maybe that's a good thing. And then I notice something I never have before. Its eyes. They keep changing. There is a green haze I never realized was there, but it keeps coming and going.
"Are you okay?" is the only thing I can think to say.
"Brittany..."
I wait.
"-things... know," it continues.
"What?" I ask. I shouldn't be talking. This is just a cat that sneaked into the house. Just a normal cat.
"I... y-you're not real," I say. "Ghosts aren't real. You're just a cat."
"Brittany?" That wasn't the cat.
My door opens and Mrs. Talbot walks in.
"Brittany," she says again. "Who are you talking to?"
I glance down. The cat is gone. I stare up at Mrs. Talbot, wide eyed and speechless.
She walks closer to me. "I think it's best you get some sleep," she sighs. "We will have a meeting after breakfast."
With that, she leaves. Before the door closes, I see the cat slip out. I sink into my bed and close my eyes. They'll find out tomorrow. They'll have to, right? Of course they tell them how I'm doing. The tears push against my eyelids. My parents are going to be so disappointed. How could I do this?
I squeeze my eyes tight, but the tears spill out anyways.
I hear a soft knock at my door. Was I really being that loud? I sniff and open my eyes.
"Brittany?" a soft voice says.
I blink my eyes to rid of the blurriness and tears.
"It's, uhm," Santana? "It's Santana. Can I come in?"
"Yeah," I croak.
The door open slowly and I wipe my eyes. I sit up as she closes the door and slowly walks over to me. I probably made so much noise and woke everyone up. I sniffle.
"Are you... okay?" she asks.
I shrug. "I don't think so."
She's fiddling with her hands. I look up and meet her eyes. Her brown eyes are filled with worry. Is she worried about me? Rachel said Santana doesn't really care about being nice to people. Yet she's here, standing in front of me, looking at me like that.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
I look down at my lap and can't stop the sob that escapes.
"I messed up," I cry. "I ruined everything."
"I'm so sorry... I should have come earlier."
Why is she sorry? She shouldn't be sorry. I want someone to talk to, but I don't want to make anyone feel bad or cause trouble. She shouldn't be sorry.
I look up and wipe my eyes again. "It's not your fault. You couldn't have know I'd do something so.. stupid."
I hate that word. I hate it so much, but it's the only one I can think of. People are right.
Santana reaches a hand behind her neck. "Yeah, but... I heard you. I heard you... earlier... and I should have come then." She steps closer to my bed. "And you're not stupid."
Not stupid. It's amazing how good those words sound.
"Thanks," I sniff. "You can sit.. if you want."
She slowly takes a seat on the edge of the bed. She turns to me and her eyes scan my tear stained face. She pulls her jacket sleeve over her fingers and lifts her hand to my face. Lightly, she wipes it across each side of my face and then rests her hand in her lap. I feel stuck. Not in a bad way, just stuck. Like I can't move, can't look away from her eyes. But do I really want to? Not at all. I've always liked looking at peoples eyes, they're so pretty. But hers, they're... special.
We sit there a little while longer in silence, looking at each others eyes.
"I should probably let you get some sleep," Santana decides, standing up.
"Santana?" I say. She turns to face me. "Stay with me?"
Her head tilts just slightly; you'd probably miss it if you blinked.
"Okay," she says quietly.
I scoot over and lie back down. I lift the cover up for her. She hesitates, but lays down in front of me. I drop the cover and hold my hands to my chest. Her eyes meet mine again and I can't help but smile. As I start to drift to sleep, I hear her whisper, "It'll be okay."
Santana's POV
When I wake up, it takes me a moment to remember why there is a sleeping blonde right in front of me that's not the one I always see at the opposite side of my room. No, it's the one with blue eyes I can't stop thinking of. There are dried tears still on her face, but she look so peaceful. A few strands of hair fall across her face, and I want to brush them away, but I don't. I remain still, watching her calm face as she breathes in and out softly.
I better leave now so I don't get caught. I get up from the bed slowly, careful not to wake her, and walk over to the desk. I find some paper and a pen. I write:
I think you should look up necromancy. See you later.
-Santana
I tear it off, ball it up in my hands, and stuff it in my pocket. I try again.
Look up necromancer. Hope you feel better.
-Santana
That's even worse.
Look up Necromancer. Talk later.
-Santana
"Shit," I whisper. Why can't you write a fucking note? It's simple!
I write on the last section of paper, put it in front of her on the bed, and leave the room.
Brittany's POV
I wake up still on one half of the bed. The other half is empty. I notice a small piece of paper. I slide my hand over to it and sit up. It says:
Necromancer
It's written like it was done quickly. It's 'bad' handwriting, but it's nice. It's scratched across the paper messily, but I like it. What does it mean though?
After my meeting and trying to fix things, I join the others in class.
Ms. Holiday comes up to me with a smile.
"How is everything going?" she asks.
"A little better," I say.
She puts my assignment down on my desk.
"Glad to hear," she says. "Now here is your assignment. It's not very much."
"Okay."
She lowers herself next to my desk. "I know you haven't been doing too well with your math. Is there anything I can do to help you understand better?"
She's offering to help me with my work? I stare at her for a moment, surprised by her offer. I probably should. But-
"No, I'm fine," I tell her.
It'd be too weird.
"Alright," she says, standing up.
She walks back to her desk and I start on my assignment.
Tina and Kurt are on cooking duty with me for dinner. I haven't talked to either of them much since I've been here.
"Brittany could you get me the milk on the middle shelf to the right?" Kurt asks.
"Sure," I say, opening the fridge. "You have a good memory. I can't even remember what day it is sometimes."
"Huh?" he says as I hand him the milk. "Oh, right."
We move around the kitchen in silence for a few minutes, only hearing the sounds of the food and utensils moving.
"I like your outfit," I tell Kurt. "Yours, too," I tell Tina.
Tina gives me a small smile and Kurt beams.
"I'm glad you noticed!" he exclaims. "It's one of my best."
He begins talking about a whole bunch of types of clothes, but I accidentally start to tune him out as I notice Santana walk in. She reaches for an apple in the fruit basket and glances up. I glance down at the counter. Does she think I was staring at her? I kind of was, but she doesn't need to know that. I look back up and she's gone.
"Are you okay?"
I didn't notice I was staring at the fruit bowl, because I wasn't thinking about fruit. I was- am thinking about Santana.
I glance over and see Tina looking at me. "Yeah."
"Okay," she goes back to whatever she was doing before.
Santana's POV
After running into Brittany in the kitchen, I find my way to Puck's room.
"The door stays open, Santana!" Ms. Van Dop shouts after me.
I roll my eyes and walk into Puck's room.
"Yo!" Puck greets, throwing a stress ball at me.
I squeeze the ball in my hand and take a seat at the desk.
"Where's Mike?" I ask.
"Probably in the media room or something," Puck guesses.
I nod. "We need to do something, Puck."
"About Mike?" he questions.
"You know what I'm talking about."
He sighs. "Yeah, I know. But I don't know what to tell you."
"Don't know what to tell me? That's perfect. Things are happening, Puck! What if something bad happened to Dad?" I say. "Oh, sorry Dad, Puck didn't know what to say!"
"Well," he says a little too loudly. "I don't see you getting off your ass either!"
"I've done what I can," I growl.
"Can we just talk about this later?"
I throw the ball at him. He catches it and throws it back. We continue this for a few minutes. It helps calm me down. But he can't keep avoiding this forever.
"What do you think about Brittany?" Puck asks.
I think about her blue eyes. "A- she's cool, I guess."
He grins. "I'm thinking about arranging a little movie night."
"We always have movie nights."
"Yeah, but this is a special one."
"Oh?"
It's just a movie, but for some reason, I don't like the idea of Puck impressing Brittany... I don't know. I can't figure this feeling out.
I'm sorry this chapter is kinda short, but I'll try to do better next time. What did you think? What did you like/hate? Like it all... hate it all? Anyways, time to go start on the next chapter! Thank you for reading :)