important: this is re-posted because FF italicized the last half of the story without me noticing. :/ i hate when that happens. so I made a few changes, and took out the italics. the last half is not a flashback, it is the present.
I'm sorry, but I seriously hated this chapter. It's kind of choppy and confusing and I don't like it.
So, I want to ask a favor of you guys. I want to know where YOU think this story should be headed.
I will kindly take everyone's opinions and try to see if I can incorporate them into the story, somehow as long as they're relevant.
Also, I'm not replying to reviews, today. I have work at 2am and it's 8:00pm now. I need to go to bed. I also tried to edit this as best as possible...
Don't hate me... this is the best story I've written, I've just been slacking
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, anything from the Fox Network, or the songs unless I prove otherwise.
The sunlight was beaming into the bedroom as I woke up with an arm draped over my shoulder. My muscles were tight as I slowly stretched out of the fetal position, grabbing the arm to pull it closer to me. I felt the body shift in the bed as it moved closer to me. My eyes shot open and it struck me. Who is in my bed? I looked down at the arm to see an olive skin color. The hand that I was holding onto definitely wasn't a boy's hand. Slowly, I turned around in my bed to be faced with black hair. I swallowed the lump in my throat as those brown eyes fluttered open. I stared into the brown orbs before blinking a few times. What's going on? What's going on? What IS going on?
"Mmm, morning." She muttered as she snuggled her face into the crook of my neck. Was this seriously happening? I felt her press her lips against my neck and it sent shivers down my spine. I giggled at this gesture before realizing what was going on. Quickly, I got up and out of bed, pacing the room back and forth.
"Santana?" I whispered to myself before speaking louder. "Santana, not to sound rude, but what are you doing here…in my room…in my bed?"
"Uhm… Brit, I live here with you. I have for the past year. Seriously, again?" She sat up and her hair fell in her face, covering her eyes. She blew a puff of air, attempting to get them out of her face before raising an eyebrow at me. Again? What does she mean 'again'? This has happened before? "Brittany, this is like the fourth time this has happened this month. Mind explaining what has come over you?"
"You live here with me?" I was dumbfounded. Santana didn't live with me.
"Yeah, Brittany. We moved in together after we'd been seeing each other for like seven months." I could hear a tint of annoyance and anger in her voice. "We kept running into each other after the funeral, so we exchanged numbers, hung out, went on a date, and became girlfriends. How can you seriously forget all of this?"
"Oh, HOLY SH-…" I fell out of bed and hit the floor. "IT." I rubbed my back in pain before looking around the room. It was empty. Did I really just have a dream about Santana? I glanced over at the clock in my room, it read 9:17 PM. Shit, I was out for six hours. I rubbed my eyes as I slowly got up from the floor. I was still in my jeans and shirt from earlier. So, it WAS a dream. I sighed while shedding the clothes off of my body and grabbing a pair of running shorts and a tank top. I threw my hair up into a ponytail as I grabbed my phone and iPod.
I exited my room and headed up the stairs, grabbing my windbreaker from the hook in front of my door before I left the apartment, locking the door. I hopped in the elevator and let it take me to the bottom. I pushed open the front door to the apartment complex and I immediately hooked a right and started running. As I approached 20th Ave, I took another right, running down the sidewalk that led under the two highway bridges. Living in the heart of downtown Denver meant you had to find a decent place to run or you'd be hit by an idiot in a car on some one way road. My pace picked up as the music flooded from my headphones into my ears.
I've got to regret right now.
(I'm feeling this).
The air is so cold and low.
(I'm feeling this).
Let me go in her room.
(I'm feeling this).
I wanna take off her clothes.
Taking in the words, I reached into my pocket to change the song.
So baby, keep my heart beat-b-b-b-beating. –change-
Well you and I are young, what makes it wrong for us to fall in love? –change-
Did it hurt when you fell down from heaven?
It's stupid to use the words other spend time to achieve. –click-
I slowed my run down to a walk. I pulled my iPod out of my pocket. Seriously, what was up with all of these songs about…girls and love and shit? It was making it hard for me to run. I skimmed through my playlists until I hit my running playlist. This should be better. I don't know why I didn't even put this on before. I thought to myself as I shoved my iPod back into my jacket pocket. I looked at my surroundings. I was in Confluence Park, about three miles from home. I pulled my phone out of my pocket to see that it was only 9:45. If the bar closes at 1… I can still make it to there! I turned around and started to run back towards my apartment. There was no way in hell I was going to the bar in the clothes I was wearing.
She fell to the bottom of her life,
This wasn't meant for two.
She struggles to find herself in time,
But she can barely move.
Just try and get up,
You've got to slowly push off.
I know that words aren't enough,
But you're better than this.
My run started to become a sprint, my legs taking long strides on the sidewalk.
Save your heart for someone that's worth dying for
Don't give it away.
Torn apart, never getting what you've been crying for.
It's always the same.
She turns the pages everyday
Just to change the news.
But every chapter reads the same,
So hard to make it through.
Just try and get up,
You've got to slowly push off.
I know that words aren't enough,
But you're better than this.
This song was started to sound relevant to my life. I smiled as I passed the skatepark, the lights beaming down on the concrete. I used to come here all of the time with my guy friend, Puck. He taught me the basics of skateboarding and I picked it up fairly easily. This was where I met my first girlfriend. She was another skater and we hit it off right away. We dated for 8 months before she broke up with me. I can't believe it's been seven years…
Save your heart for someone that's worth dying for
Don't give it away.
Torn apart, never getting what you've been crying for.
It's always the same.
And you give, and they take
And it's love that you want, but not love that you make.
Save your heart for someone that's worth dying for,
Don't give it away, don't give it away.
Save your heart for someone who leaves you breathless
And I know that you're scared.
It seems like someone said you had it in you all along.
You said you knew this was wrong,
But still worth dying for.
I rounded the corner to get back on 20th. I was still staring at the skatepark and didn't realize there was another person running until we collided. My cat like reflexes caught on and reached out to grab the person I had hit.
Save your heart for someone who leaves you breathless.
And I know that you're scared.
"I'm so sorry." I kept apologizing over and over again.
"Hey, don't mention it…" I was face to face with Santana. This is great. This is just great. First, I make myself look stupid in front of her at the funeral, then I dream about her, now I run into her. "Hey Brit." I watched as her lips formed a half smile.
I was trying to come up with something great to say to not make myself look stupid, but all that came out was, "Hi Santana. I'm sorry I hit you."
It seems like someone said you had it in you all along,
You said you knew this was wrong,
But still worth dying for.
Her brown eyes met my blue eyes and we stared at each other for a minute. Realizing that my arm was still around her waist, I slowly pulled it away muttering 'sorry' as I brought my arms back to the side.
"Don't worry about it. I was too busy rocking out to my music to even notice you turned the corner." She admitted while shoving her hands into her pockets. She was wearing basketball shorts and a tank top that clung to her body in all the right places. Perv.
"I know, but I really should have been looking where I was going, especially in the dark." I looked at my feet as they kicked the ground. "Run at night often?"
"Nah, I'm a day person, but the breeze was nice so…here I am, running."
"Ahh, I see." I was still kicking the ground.
"What about you?" She questioned.
"Yeah, I enjoy the night more than the day… Anyways, I was just going to head home and then to the bar, so… uh…" Come on, Brit, ask her to go with you. "I'll see you around, yeah?" Coward.
"You'll see me later, tonight. It's karaoke night at the bar and Mike makes me sing." She replied.
"Oh, all right, then! I'll see you, tonight. Bye Santana!" I exclaimed before running off in the opposite direction.
Seriously, Brittany. You just fucked up a chance with this beautiful girl. You could have just asked her to the bar, but no. You didn't and she's going anyways. The worst she could even say was 'no'. Go to the bar and drink, you fucking alcoholic. I was surely beating myself up over this.
And they give
And you take
And it's love that you want, but not love that you make.
Save your heart for someone that's worth dying for
Don't give it away, don't give it away.
I stopped by my apartment to change into jeans and a tank top. It wasn't even that cold out, tonight, so I wouldn't bother with a jacket. The alcohol will keep me warm anyways. After I finished getting ready, I was out the door and on my way to the bar. I got lucky that the bar was two blocks from my new apartment. I'm pretty sure Mike thinks I'm an alcoholic, but that's okay.
As soon as I got to the bar, I was greeted by Mike. He had a mischievous look on his face.
"What did I miss?" I asked as he poured my usual shot.
"Oh…nothing." Mike said as he handed it over to me. I gave him a stern look before throwing back the shot. "It's just…my roommate –ahem- won't stop texting me about our neighbor girl…" He put an emphasis on neighbor girl before winking at me. He knew I was their neighbor? But how? He must have brought me home last night because I was too drunk. I must have told him where I lived and he knew where that was because he lives right across the hall. I smiled as I played along.
"Oh really? What is she saying about the neighbor girl?" I tried to suppress my laughter, and I could tell that Mike was, too.
"Here, just look through my texts." He said handing me his phone.
From: (Carlos) Santana
Mike! Mike! I need your help. I just ran into the neighbor girl! Like literally ran into her. I am so embarrassed.
She calls me neighbor girl? I have a name!
To: (Carlos) Santana
How did you literallyrun into her?
From: (Carlos) Santana
we were both out running and she rounded a corner and hit me.
To: (Carlos) Santana
Seriously? You went running? Did you hear me talk to Quinn at the front door? You never run during the night, Santana, and Quinn mentioned neighbor girl does.
Thanks, Mike, calling me neighbor girl. Q visited you? That bitch.
From: (Carlos) Santana
Is Quinn the one with the nasal-y voice? Yeah, I heard her. Mike I dunno what it is about this girl, but shes just beyond words. what do I do?
To infinity and beyond! I giggled before continuing to read the messages.
To: (Carlos) Santana
Go for it. Whatcha got to lose?
From: (Carlos) Santana
Shes married…
If only you knew…
To: (Carlos) Santana
see a wedding ring?
From: (Carlos) Santana
no… she has two last names…and shes breathtaking. Im putting two and two together. Also, Lexa told me one of her friends was married…
Stop jumping to conclusions!
To: (Carlos) Santana
maybe you should TALK to her, Santana. Instead of jumpin' to conclusions. Who knows? She could be single.
HEY! I just said that!
The whole entire time I was reading the conversation between Mike and Santana, I could feel my cheeks get hotter. This girl…this beautiful woman was gushing to her roommate about me. I almost wondered if she was aware that Mike knows it's me and feeds me shots like gummy bears. I don't think she knows that Mike isn't just a bartender who knows me, but he's a bartender who's my friend. I smiled as I handed Mike his phone back.
"She seriously talks about you all the time…and by that I mean I've been hearing about it since she came home from the funeral." He smirked before serving a drink to another customer. "Anyways, Rachel and Quinn came over to say hi, I think Tina told them where I lived." I smirked and looked away for a second, realizing I had spilled the beans about that. "Santana was apparently eavesdropping. Are you going to tell her you're not married?"
"But I am married, legally. And if she asks, then yes, I will tell her." I heard a commotion at the front door that sounded like two women bickering. Speak of the devil.I saw Santana arguing with the security lady in front of the bar. I laughed as she flipped the guard off before gathering her composure and walking into the bar.
"Hey, you made it!" Mike exclaimed happily. Made what? What was tonight? I knew I shouldn't have been too busy staring at Santana. I tried to remember what was so special about Santana being at the bar.
"Yeah, yeah. Give me some liqs so my vocal pipes can be readys." She said with a slight accent. That was cute. I glanced over at her, but she was too busy yelling Spanish words at Mike. I found it quite entertaining. Finally, her eyes were on me. "Hey Brits." She said plainly. Brits? Whaaa-. "I mean –ahem- Brittany."
"Hello, Santana." I waved before returning my attention to the mixed drink that lay on the bar in front of me. I wrapped my left hand around it, only to find Santana staring straight at my fingers. I looked off to the opposite direction, taking a swig of what tasted like Blue Curacao and Cranberry Vodka. She is totally checking for a wedding ring. I smiled to myself before setting the drink on the bar. Listening to Quinn's advice, I was about to take a shot in the dark and talk to her. "So, Santana… I've seen you three times, today. You sure you're not stalking me?" I joked
Her face flushed red as she bit her lower lip, "I assure you, Brittany, that I am not stalking you." She defended.
"Hey, it was a joke." I tried to redeem myself.
"Cute. Want to dance?" She asked as In The Dark by Dev started blaring over the stereo. I nodded and before I knew it, she was pulling my left hand into her own. She led me out into the middle of the dance floor. She wrapped her arms around my neck and my hands found themselves on her waist as we danced to the beat. Tell me baby, if it's wrong to let my hands do what they want. Her hands started to move down my shoulders and then randomly through my hair. Late at night, I pretend we are dance-dance-dance-dance dancing in the dark. As the song continued and flowed into the verse, Santana had turned me around so that my back was facing her front. She was really getting into this. Her hands found my hips as our bodies moved together to the beat. I felt her progressively get closer to me. I reached my hands behind me to run my fingers through her hair. Was all of this happening or was this another dream? I met this girl… like 12 hours ago. Our bodies continue to move to the beat as the heat began radiating between us. It was becoming so distinct, that I even started breaking a sweat. This girl could fucking dance. She was…
"So hot," I heard her voice rasp in my ear. I don't think she meant to say that. I turned around to see her eyes widen. She went to open her mouth and say something before running off in the opposite direction, apologizing.
I know I'm mean for ending here after such a bad chapter.
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songs =
Feeling This - Blink 182
Heartbeat - Stereo Skyline
Young - The Summer Set
Affinity - Red Car Wire
Save Your Heart - Mayday Parade
In The Dark - DEV