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Chapter 4 Questions
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-Santana-
Today, and for the rest of the week, we won't be having Cheerios practice, because Coach Sue decided to send every Cheerios uniform to be dry cleaned, leaving us with three days to finally wear whatever we want.
Glee Club is first today, and Britt and I sit in the back corner, like always.
"So the dance partners are as follows," Mr. Schue announced. "Puck and Quinn, Jake and Marley, Ryder and Kitty, Rory and Sugar, Kurt and Tina, Sam and Mercedes, Finn and Rachel, Mike and Artie, Brittany and Sebastian, and Santana and Hunter."
"What?" I jump up. "Mr. Schue, Sebastian and I are always partners!"
"I'm switching things up this year, Santana. Unless you have any true problems with your partner, you will be with Hunter, and Sebastian will be with Brittany."
"You've seen how well Sebastian and I dance together! We're the best pair! You're making a mistake!"
"Santana."
I snap my gaze down to the blonde next to me, and I instantly feel more relaxed.
"No me gusta, Mr. Schue. Just let us show you how much better it'll be if I get to be with Sebastian," I suggested.
"Alright," Mr. Schue relented. "But you've gotta do it right now, on the spot. Pick a song."
I make eye contact with the three pairs of light eyes around me as I walk over to the band and whisper a song to them.
Brittany, Sebastian, and Hunter join me in front of the class, and the band starts to play.
"Well sometimes I go out by myself
And I look across the water
And I think of all the things, what you're doing
And in my head I paint a picture"
I start singing, and we all start dancing.
As the song progresses, I feel like I've been dancing with Brittany a little more than I should have been. But hey, we're the ones singing, and Mr. Schue can talk to my fists if he has any protests.
"Why don't come over Valerie?"
Britt and I sing the last line together, and we all stop dancing. The group claps and cheers for us.
"Uh, Santana, is that a tattoo?" It's Mike Chang who speaks.
I look down, to see the top of my tight red tee shirt has risen up, and my skinny jeans have slipped a little too low on my hips. It has revealed a small patch of skin, and on that skin, was indeed a tattoo.
I quickly pull my shirt down, before anyone can decipher what the image on my skin was.
"None of your business," I snap, but I feel my cheeks getting hot, and out of the corner of my eye, I see Brittany smirking at me.
I have three tattoos, all of them coinciding with ones that Brittany has.
The first one, the one Mike had just pointed out, on the left side of my pelvic bone was a detailed lock heart with a key hole, and Brittany had the key in the same place, only on her right side.
The second was an infinity sign heart sign with a B entangled in it, on the inside of my right wrist, Britt's was on her right wrist in the same place, and her's had an S instead of a B, to cover them, we had matching bracelets we always wore.
The final one was on my right ribcage. It was two different dates, August 22th, 2008 and July 30th, 2010. The day we first admitted we liked each other, and the day we admitted we love each other. Brittany had both dates on her left ribcage.
Though neither of us were eighteen yet, we had secretly gotten them over the past couple summers.
I plan to add to the dates when I finally work up the courage to ask Brittany to be my girlfriend, and when we inevitably eventually get married.
The bell rings, and I'm grateful to have been saved. Brittany and I leave to make our way to Calculus.
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Brittany and I decide to go to an empty classroom during our free period that would have been Cheerios practice.
It's dark, and we don't bother turning a light on, we just sit in the corner against the wall. My right side is pressed against her left, and our hands are intertwined, resting in my lap.
"What was this classroom, do you think?" Brittany looks around the dark room.
"It's in the old wing of the school, so who knows. The class probably just got relocated, not ended," I offer my opinion.
Britt shrugs, and rests her head on my shoulder.
"I love you," She says.
"I love you too," I say instantly, it's become a reflex to tell her that whenever she says it to me.
"Hunter likes, Sebastian, y'know," Brittany tells me.
"Like he likes him?"
She nods. "He's like us, San. He's a unicorn."
"Well, maybe someday we can go on a double date with them. Me and you, Seb and Hunter…" I suggest.
I can feel her grin. "Really?"
"Yeah, Britt. That is, if Seb or Hunter gets the courage to make a move."
"Is there something going on between Puck and Quinn?"
"What?" I question.
"Puck and Quinn. Is there something going on between them?" Brittany repeats.
"Noah and Quinn. Like, two of my best friends, besides you. That Puck and Quinn?"
Britt nods against my shoulder. "Yeah… Is there?"
"There better not be! Not after last time!"
"Last time?" Brittany wonders.
"Yeah, freshman year, before Noah got his Mohawk, before Q and I became Co-Captains of the Cheerios, they dated. Like really dated, like Noah gushed about how he never wanted to not be in love with Quinn. And Quinn was just as sappy and smitten. Over the summer, while I was at camp with you, Noah changed. He started hanging out with Dave Karofsky, and when I got back, he was different. He broke up with Quinn the day I got back. She sobbed for a full week. I beat the shit out of Noah, but he seemed just as hurt by the breakup, even though he was the one that ended things. They avoided each other most of sophomore year, even when we all joined Glee Club. They only started talking to each other again last year. Honestly, I think Quinn is more over it than Noah is. Sure he sleeps around, but he's never had another girlfriend since then. Quinn dated Finn for most of last year, but they broke up because Finn had weird feelings for Hobbit Berry. So, I really hope there isn't going on between Q and Noah, because I don't think their hearts can handle any more."
"Woah."
"Yeah," I agree.
"Does Mr. Schuester know that? Because he made them dance partners," Brittany says.
"I'll talk to them. See what's going on, but what makes you think there is something going on between them?"
Britt shrugs. "Puck watches her a lot. And when he's not staring at her, she's staring at him."
I think back, trying to see if I've noticed that. I have, but I've never really though anything of it. Usually I tried to ignore it.
"You've been here, what, three days, and you already noticed things I've been overlooking for the past year," I chuckle.
"Sometimes all you need is a fresh pair of eyes."
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"Q!" I call to her after the final bell that day.
She turns. "Hey Santana. Where's Brittany?"
"She's heading home with her brother today. Family stuff or something. I thought maybe you could come over to my house for a bit?" I suggest.
"Yeah, sure. Let me just get a few things from my locker. Meet you by your car in a few minutes?"
I nod, and head to my own locker. Brittany is still at hers.
"Hey," I smile.
"Hey S. Are you still picking me up tomorrow morning?"
"Definitely. I'll call you tonight?"
Britt grins. "Okay. I have to go though. Have fun with Quinn today."
"Alright. See you, B."
"Bye San."
I finish up at my locker before meeting Quinn at my car.
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"I haven't been here in a while," Quinn notes while we walk into my house.
"I know. With me at camp all summer, and then Brittany moving here, I feel like we haven't spent much time together. I'm sorry about that, by the way," I say.
"Wow, Santana Lopez is actually apologizing? Who knew having her one true love around would make her nice?"
"Oh shut up, Lucy," I shove her gently.
We head up to my room, and Quinn sits at my desk chair while I sit on my bed.
"So, what's been up with you?" I prod.
"Nothing much… Actually, that's a lie… Sam asked me out yesterday after Glee."
I snap my gaze up to hers. "What did you say?" What about Noah?
We both know my silent question was implied.
"I said I would have to think about it. I haven't really dated anyone after Finn, and y'know… Him…" Quinn says.
"How do you feel about it?" I wonder.
"About what? Sam?"
I nod.
"Sam's nice. He's different from the other guys I've gone out with, I guess. Like, he's more real, I guess. Less into appearances and stuff," Quinn explains.
I nod again. "I get it. Just don't jump into anything you aren't ready for, okay, Q? I don't want to see you get hurt again."
"I think I'm going to say yes. Maybe Sam will be god for me," Quinn shrugs.
"Maybe," I agree.
"What about you? How're things with the whole Brittany thing?"
"I don't know, Q. I love her I do. So much. But I don't think I can take it. I had a plan. I'd go through senior year. I would apply to UCLA, and NYU, maybe the University of Louisville, hell maybe even NYADA. When I was at camp over the summer, I'd ask Britt about where she got into, and then we'd move to New York or LA together. It wasn't in my plans to have her move here."
"Well, what're you going to do now that she is here?" Quinn asks.
"I have no clue. I asked her to be my date to the Winter Formal, but I'm scared, Quinn. I've never been this terrified in my entire life. I want to be able to come out, to be with her, but I don't know if I'll be able to," I admit.
"You'll figure things out, San. You have Brittany, and you have me, and Puck, and everyone else in the Glee Club, okay? We're here for you."
I nod, and I allow Quinn to pull me into a hug when she gets up from the chair and crosses the room to try and embrace me.
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After Quinn leaves, and I have a brief phone call with Brittany, I do something I haven't done in a while. I walk over to my desk, and open the bottom left drawer, removing the false bottom and pulling gout my songbook. I sit at my desk and pull out a pencil.
Most of the songs I've written are about Brittany… Brittany. She's my best friend. Always has been. But that's all we are, technically. Friends. I really hate that word. But it gives me an idea for a song. All the things that friends should do. And all the things Britt and I do that people who are just friends shouldn't do and shouldn't feel.
Once I start writing, the lyrics just seem to spill out of me. I spend most of the night tweaking lyrics and adding music to the song using my guitar.
I write the song two different ways. One as a solo, and one as a duet. Maybe one day Britt will sing it with me, but only if I ever get my head out of my ass and come out.
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I hope you enjoyed it. Next chapter, you will find out who Brittany's fake boyfriend is going to be, so feel free to leave a guess in your review.
So, a couple random facts for you: Brittany (the region of France) translated to Spanish is Bretana. And, Quintana is actually a Hispanic surname. Just in case any of you were wondering (which you weren't).
I start school again in two weeks, so the updates for this story may be a little whacky after that. Just so you know. But I will still be updating this story, hopefully weekly, or maybe every other week.
Thanks for reading,
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