Hey ppl! I know you guys hate me for taking so long to update, but when my mind's in coma my good ideas don't exist =/ anyways here's the new chapter just like you wanted =)
Btw, thanks for the reviews and stuff. You guys can be really sweet ;)
Alright so, last chapter Santana lost her friend, Brittany. Quinn warned her but she doesn't go by any warnings. Being said, she got screwed up and now the only person she has is Puck.
Being on the top of WMHS was… let's say, relaxing. Santana was an angry person, and this school was no help. So every time she felt she could do some "therapy" to cool down, she slushied some Lima loser.
It was pretty funny to see their faces before they were hit with that icy stuff. She felt somehow powerful. Even though she knew what that feeling was like, she couldn't care less now.
Everything was fine, she was respected, popular and got herself a "boyfriend", a popular one, so that's always plus.
Everyone wanted to be like her. She was popular and she wasn't even a Cheerio. That was new around the school, cause usually only cheerleaders and jocks were popular, the rest was scum. But Santana Lopez broke the tradition. The only girl staying in her way was Quinn Fabray, but for now, she was just going with it. She had time to deal with that later. Now, it was time to enjoy what she had accomplished.
But, there was something missing. At the end of the day, when Puck was doing some other girl, she had nobody. Course she had some dates, after all, if some dumb guys offered her a free dinner at Breadstix, she wouldn't say no. But then they try to get in her pants. She's better than that.
Santana needed a friend. She didn't like to admit this to herself, but it was the truth. Someone that she could actually talk about her shit, and not just conversations like the ones she has with the other girls, like, "where do you buy your clothes?" or "your make-up is super natural".
That's just pure crap.
The only talk she had with a girl that didn't involve stuff like that was with Brittany.
She never asked about her hair, or her clothes or anything like that. It was like she could really see Santana as a person.
Shitty thing was: she wasn't her friend anymore. And after that party, it was clear that the blonde wasn't going to forgive the latina that easily.
Santana wasn't the kind of person that begs for forgiveness. She actually never said sorry to anyone, just because of a simple reason, she wasn't sorry. Ever.
In this case, she was sorry, but she wasn't gonna say it again. Brittany wasn't her friend anymore, and that's it. So whatever happens happens. If she doesn't forgive her, then that's it. Like Santana always say, "Life goes on".
After several weeks school was getting even more boring, if that was possible, and also, more difficult. Except for, of course, Spanish. The latina knows how to speak Spanish like the baby knows how to poop, so these classes were nothing but a waste of time. The only good thing was she was getting straight A's.
Mr. Schue was rambling about something, but Santana wasn't even listening. She was too busy looking outside.
"Alright guys, so don't forget" he says as the bell rings.
"What? Don't forget what?" asks Santana to herself.
"To read the text on page 36. We're gonna have to talk about it next class" Quinn answers her
"I don't remember asking you anything" the brunette shoots back
"You should be thanking me. And also, daydream less about your boyfriend"
"Ok, 1, I shouldn't, and 2, that's non of your concern and maybe you should too" she smirks at the blonde.
"What is she talking about?" Finn asks his girlfriend that was by his side
"Nothing. Just come"
Santana smirks again as her rival turns her back on her in defeat.
She grabs her stuff and heads off the classroom too. She was walking towards her locker and she sees Brittany. The blonde's locker was next to hers so this was going to be awkward.
The latina reaches her locker and looks at the girl next to her, but her presence isn't even recognized.
"Hey Brittany" Santana greets in a low voice. There was no answer from the other girl.
"So…do you need help on this Spanish assignment?"
"I'm trying not talking to you, so stop talking cause you're ruining this for me" the blonde finally speaks up.
Santana wasn't really used to this. The taller girl was a sweet and cheerful, and now, it was harsh and distant.
"I'm sorry, I was just asking…"
"Well, don't. Besides, Lord Tubbington can help me. So no, I don't need your help" the cheerleader replies before closing her locker and leave.
The latina just sighs and closes her locker too. She heads to the nearest bathroom before going to the next class.
As she enters her eyes land on a small figure that stands in front of the mirror.
It was Rachel Berry covered in blue slushie trying to clean her sweater, but not succeeding.
"Took a morning drink hum Berry?"
The shorter girl stops what she's doing and looks down without answering.
"Who slushied you?"
"Quinn…" the girl answers almost whispering
"What did you do? Flirt with her boyfriend?" the tanned girl mocks but receiving a look by the diva. It was a scared look.
"Oh come on, you're not exactly subtle. I think everyone knows you like Finnocence" Santana states.
"I…I…" Rachel stutters
"Hey, it's ok" the latina smiles while fixing her makeup "Maybe I can help you"
The diva eyes her with questioning eyes. Why would one of the most popular girls in school help her?
"You're a smart girl. So I'm just gonna say this once. Quinn might have her eye on someone else too. I can't say who. You just have to look carefully and you'll find what you need to get you chance" she explains. Rachel just stands there like she's afraid of breathing too loud and doesn't answer.
"I have to go to class. By the way, do yourself a favor, keep the slushie on. It actually makes that sweater look better"
After a long day Santana found herself walking in the neighborhood. Being home was boring. Sure she has a pool and stuff but after a while, there isn't much to do there either.
She had called Puck, but apparently he had scored himself a threesome so wouldn't come over.
After a while walking down the street her attention got stuck on a little blonde girl. Emily Pierce.
She was running with her arms up, and there was a cat in her hands, and he had a cape on, like a super-hero.
Santana wouldn't admit this out loud but this was adorable.
The brunette approached the lawn where the girl was running.
" Hey Ems!" the latina greeted with a smile.
She was expecting an exciting greet or something but instead she received a scowl from the little girl.
"Go away! You are a mean person! You are a poo poo head!"
"Okay…what did just happened?" she thinks
"What's going on?"
"Britt told me you were mean to her. So I don't wanna talk to you because I don't talk to mean people. And neither does Charity!" the little blonde says angry waving the poor cat in the air.
"Em! Mom says it's bath time!"
Santana looks at the front door as she hears the familiar voice, and she locks eyes with a taller blonde.
"Come on Emily, hurry up" Brittany says with a more serious tone but never stops looking at the tanned girl.
Emily goes inside and the cheerleader breaks the eye contact ready to go inside.
"Brittany wait!" the latina calls
The Cheerio stops and eyes the girl for a moment before approaching her.
"What are you doing here?"
"I was taking a walk and I saw your sister so I just wanted to say hi" Santana answers but looking down.
"You already did. So why are you still here?" the blonde cuts to the chase.
"I…don't know…" She really didn't.
"Well then, bye"
As Brittany was turning her back to leave Santana grabbed her arm. She didn't wanted to do that, it was like a reflex.
The blue eyed girl looked at her waiting for something to be said but nothing was happening.
Santana let go the dutch girl arm and looked at her
"Is there any chance for you to forgive me? So maybe, we could be friends again?" she asked expectantly
Brittany looked at her for a few seconds, she bit her lip as she was thinking.
"Maybe…"
At this answer, Santana smiled a bit but was immediately shot down
"…If you prove me that you're not like everybody else"
Brittany leaves without any more words, and the brunette stood there lost in her own thoughts.
"I have to prove that I'm not like everybody else… so basically I'll have to stop doing what made me popular… I don't know if I can do that just to get her back…"
Hope you guys liked this chapter =) I actually did…had been a while since little Emily didn't showed up so, here she is ;-)
Anyways, review and tell me if you liked it! Also…EVERYTHING IS BRITTANA AND QUINN'S PINK HAIR AND NOTHING HURTS!
Ok, see ya on next chapter!