So this is suppperrr short, but I have been drowned of muse due to school coming to an end and well... I just haven't had much time. So here is a little something something for you guys, I apologize that it isn't much. I pinky promise that there is more to come.
Again, apologies! Reviews are so very loved!
Since the date, to say her phone was constantly buzzing was exactly the right thing to be said, and the person it was from was obvious too.
Brittany and Santana were one her bed the Sunday after the date, since it was accustomed to them fighting and making up within an hour or two. It was how it had been since they were children, Brittany apologizing, Santana saying she forgave her and mumbling a small apology herself because that's how she was. That's what best friends were in their eyes.
As the phone buzzed for the hundredth time, Brittany could not help but reach over, snatching the phone before Santana could get it.
"B! Give me back my phone! Come on, that's unfair and, in your words, an invasion of privacy."
Rolling her eyes, she began to scan through the texts. "You were reading my diary, that's completely different."
Pouting, Santana crossed her arms over her chest. "Whatever. Can I just have it back? You know I'll tell you what we're saying if you'd ask."
Smiling slightly, Brittany handed back her phone, shaking her head. "I never pictured you one for cheesy pick up lines."
Licking her lips, Santana looked at her, eyes confused. "What do you mean?"
"I don't know… Like, when we were…. Whatever we were, you were pretty blunt. You'd almost be caveman about it. 'I want sex, gives me nows.' But you seem… Sincere, I suppose, is the best word to use."
It hit her. Santana was being the opposite of Santana. She was actually being nice to a girl who she wanted to crush into a hundred million pieces. How that was possible, she couldn't fathom, but it began to make her start to think.
Was this, subconsciously, part of her plan? Be sweet and down right couply to get Quinn to fall for her? She wasn't sure, not even her semi sociopathic ways were able to tap into that part of her psyche. And then there was Brittany's theory: she was falling for the girl. The problem with that was the small fact that Santana had never been in love, and after the messy divorce with her parents, she never wanted something along those lines. And yet, here it was, smacking her in the face harder than Brittany.
No, it's way too early, Santana thought to herself. There was no way something that people talked so highly about could be formed in a matter of days.
"Brittany, you're being ridiculous," she hissed, glaring up to her friend. "I'm not. You know me, I most definitely am not sincere. I just act that way. There's a difference."
Chuckling, B shook her head. "If you weren't being sincere, then why were you smiling like an idiot when you got a text from her?"
"Because I-" She froze. For once, Santana really didn't have a come back for that one. She haad nothing. Just a black face and a sigh escaping her lips. "Please, can we just drop it?"
Frowning a bit, Brittany reached over, squeezing her hand. "I'm sorry, Sanny."
Sorry for what, Santana thought.
While seeing Quinn would usually lift her spirit, Santana felt hers weighed. The hovering thought of actually developing feelings for her enemy seemed almost vile, or even too much a work of fiction to ever really happen. Too Romeo and Juliet for her taste.
"Santana?" Quinn whispered to her softly, snapping her out of her daydream. Out of the daydream and back into the reality of staring into her locker.
"Huh? Sorry. I'm thinking is all."
"It's alright… I was just asking if you'd like to uhm… Walk me to class?"
The hint of a smile was hidden. It was almost too cute. More often than not, Santana walked with Brittany, but with Chang in the picture that didn't happen as often.
"I uhm… Sure? Why the hell not."
Smiling, Quinn, cautiously took her hand. It was aparrent that it wasn't clear how far Santana was willing to be couply in Quinn's eyes, but more so that Quinn wasn't sure with how open she herself wanted to be. However, that was easy to make work of. Pulling her close to her, Santana placed a small kiss on the corner of her mouth, bringing a smile to the paler girl's lips.
"Don't be so nervous, Q."
Quinn blushed, shaking her head and burying it into her neck, a soft 'thank you' being mumbled against the Latina's neck.
"Anytime. Now, stop being such a wuss and face people before a crowd surrounds us and asks for some weird lesbian orgy. Not into it."
Chuckling, she nodded, pulling away and sighing. "Well then… Walk me to class?"
Squeezing her hand gently, Santana nodded. "Definitely."
