Chapter four - It's war... but violence.
"So I hear you and Quinn are fighting for my affections."
When you woke up at nearly one in the afternoon; because of the banging on your hotel room door; it wasn't what you wanted. With your mouth still burning with the newly fresh bout of morning breath, your hair messy when your rapid amount of rolling around the bed; you decide to tell Sam or Kitty, or whoever it is; that you're tired and you smell pretty bad, so a shower is definitely needed. You rip the door open by its fragile handle; and almost squeal at the sight of Santana who leaned on the door frame.
"What are you doing here?" You ask, your eyes flickering from Santana's to the ground.
"So I hear you and Quinn are fighting for my affections." Santana says, licking her lips; she doesn't give you the chance to answer her statement as she lets her eyes land on your legs; she steps forward; and lowers her voice; "You do realise you're not wearing pants right?"
As you start to remember pulling your shorts off before bed; your eyes snap down to your bare legs; you instantly slam the door. Turning round to pull your shorts on; you hear Santana's knuckles brush against the door.
"Britt, I like your legs... Can you answer me?" Santana called through the door.
You release a shaky breath before opening the door once more; sending her a small smile as she smirks at your short shorts; "I'm not fighting Quinn."
Santana's lips press together in a tight lipped smile; she leans back against the door frame; "Quinn told me that you both liked me."
You instantly want to slap Quinn; well in your dreams you've already done it. You're sure Quinn would kick your ass if you tried to slap her; but she needs to stop running her mouth.
"I like you..." You murmur as your eyes try to avoid Santana's gaze; "I think you're great... You're fun..."
Santana grabs your hand breaking you off your word vomit; or rather complimenting vomit. She sends you a small smile; "Do you like me more than a great, fun girl?"
"Well... We're friends, aren't we?" You ask, not even sure where you're going with this; but Santana nods; so you must be heading in the right direction.
"Quinn asked me out tonight." Santana said; her tone is void of not wanting to go; in fact she was wearing a small smile which in turn makes you lose yours. You must have screwed over fate before, because Fate just decided to pull the metaphysical rug from underneath your feet. You stare at Santana. You must look so wild; she meets your eyes once more.
"Oh... well, have fun." You can't believe you said that; you bite your bottom lip and try to meet Santana's eyes; "Is there something else?"
"I guess not." Santana said; stepping back, she tugged on the hem of her vest; "I'll see you for lunch then."
"I'm busy... with Marley." you quickly say; and you know she doesn't believe you but she nods softly.
"Okay... I'll see you around." Santana replied
"Bye." you whisper softly; watching as Santana walked away from your room; down the stairs towards the ground floor. You slapped your palm against your forehead; as you close the door behind you. Falling back against the wood door, you let out a deep sigh before sliding down to the carpet floor wondering why the hell you couldn't tell her the truth. It's been three days and you're although completely hung up on her.
Lunch arrives and you are slightly forced to join in on a girls lunch. It's time like this that you wish you had been born a guy, when you're forced to stare at Quinn Fabray eat a chicken caesar salad whilst bragging about how Santana couldn't succumb to her charms.
"Where are you taking her?" Kitty asked, wiping her mouth with a napkin; she moves her eyes to meet yours; and you can see the sympathic glint in her eyes.
"Oh, we're going to the Staten Island Museum." Quinn boasts, wearing a grin as she stabs a piece of chicken. You can't keep the laugh which bursts out of your mouth, making the three of them turn to look at you.
"You're taking her to a museum on a date!" You say, as you roll your eyes at Quinn who glares at you.
"It's called sharing an interest, Britt. Maybe she would have liked you if you actually talked about your interest. Instead of staring at her." Quinn quips
You laugh because Santana stared at you more than you stared at her. Well, it was a close score anyway. You simply shrug your shoulders and take a long sip of your iced tea; wondering why Santana likes museums. You remember once you made out with Harmony at Guggenheim museum; but you remember that Harmony was very concerned about a film role; and kissing her was the only way to shut her up.
Quinn continues to bore yourself, Kitty and Marley with how infactuated Santana obviously is with her. You kind of wish you've never met Santana; just so Quinn wouldn't be droning on about her.
"Hey guys." Tina called walking through the entrance of the restaurent; she waves at you.
"Hey, T." You call, wearing a smile as Santana will be here if Tina is; which means Quinn will stop talking; "You can join us... if you want."
Tina points behind her; "San's coming too."
"She can join us." Quinn says, making Kitty laugh and Marley to squeeze your hand. Tina takes the seat on the other side of you, she turns to look at you.
"What happened between you and San?" she says in low tone; as if she didn't want anyone else to hear.
You shake your head which seems to satsify her concerns as she nods and chooses to pick up her menu. You pick up your fork and continue eating your tuna bake.
"San, over here." Tina calls making Santana turn towards all of you; she smiles and walks over. Your eyes instantly meet the expanse of smooth caramel skin; toned thighs which are being what you can only describe as hugged in a pair of red denim shorts; a white t-shirt is covering her torso. You can feel your mouth run dry. As she takes the only available seat by Quinn, you instantly feel the burning sensation of wishing you had pushed Tina off her seat so Santana had been given the option to sit next to you.
You purse your lips in annoyance as you slowly drag your fork across your plate; you hear Marley say dessert; and you snap your head towards her; "I'll have cheesecake."
Marley laughed; "Of course, Britt. You always get cheesecake."
You smirk as she pokes you in the stomach; you licks your lips as the waiter takes your plate. You move your eyes and they instantly land on Santana's. She has a straw between her lips which only draws all your attention to her lips.
"San?" You and Santana are snapped out of your joint trance by Quinn's skirll voice. You watch as Santana let the straw slip out of her lips as she turns to look at Quinn.
"What?" Santana asked, her eyes looking from Quinn to Kitty to back to you.
"Kitty asked what college you go to?" Quinn repeated, her eyes shining in a way you've never ever seen before.
"Oh NYU..." Santana said, with a small smile
"Oh, we do too. I've never seen you before." Kitty said
Santana let a small smirk appear on her face; "Aren't there like 40 thousand students at NYU?"
Kitty laughs; "Touche."
Santana smiles and stretchs to gain the attention of the a waitress; "Can I have an iced tea and slice of cheese pizza."
The waitress nodded; before turning to ask Tina if she wanted anything; she asked for the same thing as Santana. You smile as the waiter places your cheesecake down. You waste no time in diving into your dessert.
"Enjoying that, Britt?" Santana asked, her face was showing a teasing smile; you don't know why she's smiling like that; but when Marley wipes around your mouth.
"Oh..." you muttered as you blushed furiously underneath Santana's teasing expression; "Sorry."
Santana ran her fingers through her hair; pushing it from her eyes; "So three weeks of spring break... Are you spending it all here?"
"No, two weeks here; then everyone is going on their own plans for the last week before classes start again." Marley said
"That's cool." Santana said; "Tina's leaving me to go to LA."
Tina sent Santana a pouting expression; "I told you to come with me!"
"A third wheel with you and Mike as you meet the parents again." Santana says as she sips her glass of iced tea; "It's gonna be wierd. I'm gonna spend my spring break getting drunk."
"I'll drink to that!" Kitty said
You spend the rest of lunch talking to Marley about doing something other than stupid drinking games for a change. She makes a sly comment about going to the Staten Island museum which makes you cough awkwardly.
You and Marley decide to go for a nap before agreeing to go out and find something to do that afternoon. You're a few seconds from falling asleep when there's a small knock on your door. You drag yourself to the door; and meet Quinn's smiling face.
"What?" You grunt out, not wanting to waste time seeing Quinn's smug face; so proud and boasting like she's won. You don't even hear anything Quinn says because she thinks she's won when you haven't even tried. Hell, if you tried Santana would be on a date with you if you asked.
The thought of Quinn rubbing her so called victory in your face for the rest of your life; because let's be real it's Quinn. You know she will. It irkes you in a way you've never felt because.
"It's only just begun." You snap, cutting Quinn off midsentence; she looks surprised; so you step forward; "I was gonna let you have it... Then you wouldn't shut up. So it's competition time."
You don't bother listening to her; and decide to close the door. She leans against the door; listening to Quinn's light banging before she huffs.
"It's war, Britt." Quinn hisses through the door; which feels really thin now. When the atmosphere turns silent; you release a light sigh, feeling at ease. Until the words run wild. It's war. You're at war with Quinn.
