Sorry it's taking so long for me to get chapters out. Since season 2 ended my inspiration has been crappy. But here's the new chapter, how you like it.
It had been almost a week since I had joined the basketball team and I was beginning to get the hang of it. My parents were glad I had another thing to keep me busy after school, Glee Club was only once of twice a week and they didn't like the fact that I had so much free time. For once I actually agreed with them, before I joined the basketball team my mind was constantly racing; I thought of the Artie situation, or how much I missed Santana. Now; I was so exhausted after basketball practice that I didn't even think about Santana when I went home at night, of course that only lasted until the next day when I would see her at school. Today was no different, and I kept my distance, watching as she grabbed books out of her locker and Quinn leaned on my locker and laughed at something Santana had said. I had been avoiding Santana a lot since the day I tried out for the basketball team and I waited until the two finally walked away and made their way down the hall before walking up to my locker.
We had walked out of the locker room after the three of us had taken showers and gotten changed into a clean pair of clothes. I watched as the two of them linked pinkies and smiled at each other in what seemed like a flirtatious way. I bit my lip to hold back saying something, I only hoped Santana would reach out her other hand and link her pinky with mine, but she didn't. Before our senior year the three of us had been best friends, but now I was jealous of Quinn and to my surprise I even hated her for taking Santana away from me. I pulled my phone out quickly, pretending to check the time.
"I gotta go meet up with Artie," I said, rushing away before they could say anything in response. I needed to get away before they saw me cry, and it wasn't exactly a lie, I had promised Artie that I would visit him after try outs to tell him how it was.
Now as I stood at my locker; grabbing out the books for that nights homework which I probably wouldn't end up doing, I only hoped Santana wouldn't come back to grab something else from her locker. Sure, I was going to have to see her in Glee club, but she was less likely to say something in front of people who actually payed attention to what was going on, rather than saying something to me in the hall where no one really cared about anything but leaving school for the day. I closed my locker and turned to see Artie making his way towards me.
"Hey you," he said as he stopped in front of me.
"Hey," I replied, shifting the bag on my shoulder.
"So you texted me last night saying you had an idea for Glee club?" I couldn't tell if this was a statement or if he was asking me if I was being serious. I expected to receive the same response from the rest of the Glee club, usually I just let everyone else pick the topics or songs of the week and I would just go a long with it. But lately I had been listening to a few songs by a band that both me and Santana loved and it gave me inspiration.
"Yeah," was all I said before I walked around him and grabbed onto the handles of his wheel chair and pushed him towards the choir room for our meeting. When we walked in, everybody but Mr. Schuester was already in the room. Tina and Mike were snuggling close together as usual, Rachel and Finn were sitting in the corner and Rachel had her arms crossed across her chest as though she was angry at something Finnn had said or done, Mercedes was laughing as Sam didn't yet another on of his impressions, Lauren and Puck were kissing in the back, and Santana sat with her legs thrown over Quinn's lap, and Quinn showed no interest as she texted away on her phone. Santana looked over at me and waved, and I just smiled back. Not wanting Artie to take the wave as meaning something else, he had been doing that a lot lately. I also didn't want Santana to think I was okay with her relationship with Quinn. I couldn't really blame her for moving on, she didn't know why I was actually with Artie. It wasn't that I wanted to be, I had to be but she didn't know that but she was with Quinn for whole other reason and it made it seem like everything she had told me last year was a lie. I pushed Artie over to the corner of the room and took a seat next to him. He reached for my hand, but I pulled it away, placing both my hands on lap.
Mr. Schuester walked in a moment later, a coffee in one hand and his bag in the other. "Okay guys and girls, anyone think of any ideas?" he asked. No one rose their hand, and even though I had an idea I didn't really want to be the odd one out so I waited to see if anyone else rose their hand before me, but no one did. "Come on...Nothing?" he asked, he sounded slightly annoyed. I rose my hand slowly and I could tell he was shocked to see that I was the only one with my hand up.
"Oh dear God," I heard Mercedes mumble. She must have thought she was being quiet, but I heard her.
"Uh Brittany..." Mr. Schuester said, sitting down on the stool in the front of the room. I could tell he was nervous after last weeks performance with me and Artie.
I stood up, leaving my bag on the chair and walking to the middle of the room "I'm not really sure if we can use this, but I had a song that kind of represents how I am feeling right now, or how I wish things could be. I figured maybe if it works it works, and the girls can use the artist as our inspiration for the week, but if it doesn't at least I will have been able to get my feelings out," I said, and the entire room looked at me as though I had three heads. I was never really one for showing my feelings, but I needed to let Santana know how I felt. "The song is by Gwen Stefani, and it's someone we haven't really covered yet and I love her music so I think it would be a cool to be able to cover songs by her this week, her or No Doubt," I continued, I looked over at Santana as I heard her familiar cheer, and I couldn't help but smile as I saw how happy she looked that I was going to sing a song by one of her favorite artists. If she couldn't sing a song for me in front of the entire Glee Club, I would do it for her. I noticed however that Quinn was no longer texting on her phone, and her eyes were focused on me as though I was a threat. It reminded me of the way she used to look at Rachel. I turned away and nodded towards the band and they began to play the music, I took a few deep breathes before starting to sing.
It's hard to remember how it felt before
Now I found the love of my life...
As I began to sing I saw Santana's smile fade, as she realized what song I was singing.
Passes things get more comfortable
Everything is going right
And after all the obstacles
It's good to see you now with someone else
Santana quickly moved her legs off of Quinn's lap and I watched as Quinn rolled her eyes. I looked over at Artie, who had his armed crossed across his chest. He knew who the song was for, and he wasn't happy about it.
And it's such a miracle that you and me are still good friends
After all that we've been through
I know we're cool
After realizing I had been standing still the entire time, I moved forward. Standing in front of Sam and Mercedes, but looking directly back at Santana who sat behind them.
We used to think it was impossible
Now you call me by my new last name
Memories seem like so long ago
Time always kills the pain
I turned away quickly, biting down on my lip as I tried to hold back the tears that I could already feel forming in my eyes. I took a few deep breathes before continuing to sing, hoping I wouldn't have a serious break down in front of the entire Glee club. Once I had gotten control of my emotions, I walked up the steps and stood in front of Santana, grabbing hold of her hand. She didn't pull away and I took this as a good sign, but she wasn't smiling either.
Remember Harbor Boulevard
The dreaming days where the mess was made
I let go of her hand and walked back down the steps to the middle of the room, trying to ease the tension that I could now feel as eleven pairs of eyes watched us. I turned to look at Artie who was staring at Santana with angry eyes.
Look how all the kids have grown
We have changed but we're still the same
After all that we've been through
I know we're cool
I know we're cool
Yeah, I know we're cool
And I'll be happy for you
If you can be happy for me
Circles and triangles, and now we're hangin' out with your new girlfriend
So far from where we've been
I know we're cool
I know we're cool
Co- Cooool
I know we're cool
Uh Uh
I know we're cool
Co- Cooool
I know we're cool
When I finally finished singing everyone but Quinn and Artie clapped. I looked over a Santana who was biting down on her lip, trying to hold back a smile.
"Wait...so Santana and Quinn are dating?" Sam asked and I watched as Santana rolled her eyes.
"No dweeb. I think it was a song about our friendship, right Britts?" she asked. I should have known she wouldn't admit to anything but I just nodded. I walked back to my seat and sat down before Mr. Schuester started to talk.
"Great job Brittany. It's good to see that you have finally come out of your shell," he said before standing up and walking towards the white board and writing 'No Doubt/Gwen Stefani' in large letters with a black marker. "So what do you think girls?"
"I'm definitely in," Santana replied and I turned to see she was smiling.
"Me too," Mercedes and Tina said in unison.
"I do agree with Brittany that this is the type of music we haven't covered yet and I -" Rachel began to say before Santana cut her off.
"Yes or No Berry?" she asked, sounding slightly annoyed.
"Yes," Rachel said with a sigh.
"Quinn that leaves you," Mr. Schuester said, staring at Quinn. He seemed surprised that she hadn't said anything yet, Mr. Schuester was completely oblivious to the drama that was going on within the Glee Club right now.
"Whatever," she said, sounding disinterested. I knew it wasn't because she didn't like No Doubt, when the three of us used to have sleepovers we would always put their CD on and sing along, she just didn't like that it was my idea.
"Okay. So the girls will all perform their songs next week. You can pair up if you want to, but I would be perfectly fine with solos as well," he said as he made his way back to his stool, and sat down. "And guys that gives you a week to come up with your own artist to perform the following week," After allowing the group to have a few minutes of their own discussion he pulled out a pile of papers and handed them out to us. "This is the schedule for this years competitions. We will pick who will sing the solos and what songs we will sing a month prior, so we can have time to perfect the performance. Our first competition is a month and a half away so that gives us only two weeks to come up with song ideas. I'm thinking that I will choose the solos by your performances these next two weeks," he said. We went over the rules and what he would like to see us achieve this year and soon our hour was up. The entire group rushed to leave the room, even Mr. Schuester was out before me and Artie. I grabbed my bag and stood up, before I felt Artie grab onto my arm.
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't out here right now," he asked.
"Artie, I just needed to tell her how I feel. Don't you care about how I feel?" I asked, upset that he didn't seem to care at all about my feelings.
"I do...But for her? What do you see in her? She's a bitch," he replied.
"No she's not. You don't get her," I retorted, and as I said that his grip tightened on my wrist. I tried to pull away but failed.
"Let go of her," I heard Santana's voice say from behind me. Artie let go of my arm and I saw as Santana walked by me and stood between the two of us.
"What do you want?" Artie asked her.
"I forgot my binder. But I would appreciate if you kept your hands off of Brittany. I have no issue with hurting a cripple like you," she told him. He shook his head at her before wheeling himself out of the room.
"You okay B?" she asked, reaching her arm up to console me. I shrugged away, backing away from her. I was still upset at the fact that I sang a song for her and she blew me off.
"Just don't talk to me anymore. Okay?" I said turning away.
"So you sing that song for me just to blow me off?" she said before I got to the door. I turned around to face her, trying to put on my best angry face. I didn't want to hurt her, but if we got close again that meant Artie would out her and I knew Santana wasn't ready for that. Sure I was upset that she blew me off, but I didn't think Artie outing her was the right thing to do.
"Now you know how it feels," I said, before walking out of the room, not turning back to see how she took my statement.
