I'm nervous and I don't even know why. Well I do know why: asking Brittany out to this party is going to be beyond scary. But that's the thing... why am I so scared and nervous? I go to parties all the time and I usually ask people to them but with Brittany it's different, she's different. Not that I would actually properly think about these things though, I'm one of those people who like who likes who hide away all their emotions until they come gushing out, destroying everything in sight. Maybe not the best thing to do but I don't know any different; acting like a fierce bitch is all I've ever known.
So my plan is to control myself, put my game face on and not let Brittany see that I'm a nervous wreck when it comes to these things, cause the last thing anyone needs to see is a shaking, mumbling Santana.
There is no cheer practice on today so it's straight from class to tutoring Brittany and to say I was nervous would be an understatement. So many things are racing through my head, like what if she shoots me down? Thinks I like her? And worst of all what if she sees a vulnerable side to me as I ask her?
On the inside I'm freaking the shit out but on the outside I'm as calm and chill as usual but thank God for Quinn who comes over to me as I'm just about to enter the cafeteria to face my doom.
"I can't do it!" I say as I turn and start to walk away.
"Woah! What the hell bitch?" Quinn screams in the now empty hallway, pulling me back by the arm towards the door.
"I'm scared okay..." I find the courage to mumble.
"Of what?"
"That she'll say no."
"Are you high or something? You are the scariest bitch I know, you're scared of nothing. So channel Snix or whatever she's called and ask that hottie out!" she says whilst turning me in the direction of the door.
"Plus she would be crazy to say no to someone as amazing as you." she adds from behind me.
"Aww Quinnie was that you actually being nice?" I tease.
"NO! I was clearly talking about your smoking hot body hoe! Now go, I believe in you amigo." She says with a shake and a shove of my shoulders through the door.
I look back at her through the glass panel of the door and she smiles and gives me a thumbs up. She is such an idiot but it has worked and I feel much better and confident.
With my new found confidence I take a deep breath and storm over to the table where the blonde sits, day dreaming I suppose, staring off into the distance.
"So are you busy tonight?" I boom at her as I come within distance of her.
"Umm what?" she asks with a confused expression as I bring her back to reality.
"Tonight. Are you free?" I say as quickly as possible as I can, feeling myself wanting to vomit from nerves.
"Well I have to bathe Lord Tubbington… but I'm free just for you." She replies with a beaming smile.
I can feel myself wanting to burst into a song and dance but I maintain control over myself and calmly respond saying "So there's this party tonight, and you now have no choice but to come with me now." Adding one of my trademark smouldering smirks.
"A night spent with the most awesomest teacher ever? Sounds bitchin' bro how could I say no" she ends with a high five.
"I know, I know, I can't help being this amazing, it's a curse really." I respond, all my fears melting away with the sound of her laughing.
"So can I come get ready at your house then? So I don't make a fool out of myself and wear the wrong thing as usual." She asks.
"Of course, I'll text you later with the details. But just to let you know I will be the hottest bitch there so you have some serious competition!"
"I will have to know that I scrub up well. So bring it on!" She responds with a wink.
"We'll have to see won't we? But right now we have some 1800s England to learn so we better get to it or we'll both be failing History." I say with a smile, diverting the conversation, because if I didn't know any better I could have sworn I felt some sexual tension between us. Or maybe it was just me…