A/N It's been raining ever since I got up. It's getting depressing. I made time for a second update today. Hope you guys will enjoy this one!
Chapter 6
Santana's P.O.V
Two weeks later it was finally open mic night. Suddenly it didn't feel right. I didn't want to go. Sam and Holly of course told me I had to be there. They didn't even dare to mention me performing ever since I told them I wouldn't do it two weeks prior and I was grateful for that. Sam seemed more concerned lately and I couldn't help but wonder why. I shook my head, trying to push those thoughts away. I had enough to worry about as it was, I didn't need to get crazy.
Angie had called me a couple of times over the past two weeks. I didn't like that she was going behind my abuela's back but I was glad I got to talk to her. I only had a few days left of school before thanksgiving and I was really hoping I'd get to see my sister.
"Excited about tonight?" Sam asked me as soon as I came into the bar. I looked at him and made my way behind the bar without answering. "That excited huh?" he said, smiling at me, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"I just hope the people who signed up have some kind of talent. I don't think I could handle the whole night if they all suck." I admitted. Holly had decided that I could be trusted with alcohol again so I had a whole shift behind the bar that night.
"They won't suck. I know at least one of them is awesome." He told me, full of himself. I raised an eyebrow at him and couldn't help the smirk that form on my lips.
"Whatever you say." I shot right back, my voice with the same sarcasm as his.
"Santana, great you're already here." I voice came from beside me and I turned my head to see Holly walking towards Sam and I.
"Where else would I be?" I asked her and she ignored my comment.
"Are you ready for tonight?" She asked me.
"Ready as I'll ever be." I told her without missing a beat.
Holly stopped walking and looked at me. I don't know why but ever since I saw those two blondes on the street I had been kind of short with everybody. That's a lie, I knew exactly why. And I was in denial about it.
"Everything okay?" Holly asked me and I couldn't help but roll my eyes. I was so fed up with that question.
"Yes." I said sharply. "I just need some air."
"But you just got here." I heard Sam say as I walked by him and out of the front door. I needed to get my shit together before the clients came or I'd be screwed.
I walked down the few steps between the front door and the sidewalk and sat down. I put my head between my hands and took a deep breath as I tried to understand why everything came back. I had done everything in my power to keep me from thinking about Brittany and ever since those two blondes, pretty much everything reminded me of her. It was just too much to take.
"Are you okay, kid?" I heard Holly asked me and from the noise she made I figured she had sat down right next to me.
"I really wish everyone would stop asking me that." I told her, without moving.
"I'm just-"
"Worried about me, I know." I cut her off and lifted my head from my hands. "But I haven't given you or Sam or anybody else a reason to be. I'm not great, I know that, but I'm okay. And I can't help but feel like everybody's always watching my every move and babysitting me and I'm sick of it!" I stopped when I got out of breath.
I knew Holly was looking at me wide eyed. "Where is this coming from?" She asked me. I had no idea. I had just snapped at one of the two people I could count on in my life.
"I'm sorry." I whispered.
Holly nodded. "Come here." She whispered as she put her arm around my shoulders and pulled to her. I let my head rest on her shoulder and took a deep breath.
"Are you excited to meet Sam's girlfriend?" Holly asked. I snorted.
"She's not my girlfriend!" I heard Sam say from behind us and I couldn't help but snort again. Holly let go of my shoulders and got up. "We better get inside, bar opens in an hour. And just like that, my little outburst was forgotten.
"Thank you everyone for coming tonight!" Holly greeted the crowd. "Give a warm welcome to our first act of the night, Mister Sam Evans!" Everybody was clapping and cheering as I gave a client his drink. Sam came on the stage and stood right beside the piano and nodded at the band. The pianist started playing a few notes alone and the band came in soon after.
Said sit down with me before you go
That's the wrong thing I know
But I don't know when I will see you again
And it gets so lonely..
See you'd be foolish if you stayed here now
Maybe if you leave we could work it out
Cause I know the city only breaks you down
And it gets you lonely
See it's gonna get lonely
Sam looked at me and I hold his gaze as he kept singing. I knew his song was for me.
So you miss the feeling when you step outside
Yeah your mind comes all untied
And then you open up your eyes
And you don't feel lonely
See it feels bad now but it's gonna get better
See it feels bad now but it's gonna get better
See it feels bad now but it's gonna get better
Yeah someday
The whole band stopped playing except the pianist as Sam sang the last part of the song, without ever breaking eye contact with me.
See it feels bad now but it's gonna get better
See it feels bad now but it's gonna get better
See it feels bad now but it's gonna get better
The pianist played the last note and the crowd got crazy. Sam stood on the stage shyly and smiled at the crowd before winking at me and going off the stage.
Sam made his way towards me and I could tell he was nervous. I walked away from the bar and walked to him, meeting him halfway. "Thank you." I gave him a small smile before he pulled me in a tight hug.
"Replacing me already?" A voice came from behind him and he let go of me as he look up. The smile on his face was huge. He looked back to me and gestured me to turn around. "San, I want you to meet-"
"Quinn?" I said I soon as I turned around. Her once long blond hair was now short and she looked a lot more grown up without her cheerios uniform. Her eyes were wide and she got pale just like she had just seen a ghost.
"You know her?" I barely head Sam ask me. His voice sounded so far from me. I couldn't help but stare into Quinn's eyes as she did the same. A movement came from behind me and I broke eye contact with her.
And then blue eyes met brown eyes.
SMACK.
I heard it more than I felt it. But I was pretty sure I had just been slapped.
A/N Did you see that one coming? I hope this one makes up for the short chapters and the lack of updates. Please review :)