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Chapter 7
The locker room was empty, probably because the bell had just rung for the start of first period. Damn I was going to be so late for Spanish, I hope professor Shuester understands because if I get in trouble at school I'll be in so much trouble at home.
When I stood in front of my locker there was this one second where part of me really wanted to put Brittany's clothes on again, not just because wearing them caused me to have my first non-bullied day of High school, but because they were hers, and wearing them had made me feel close to her, probably as close as I'd ever get.
In the end the rational part of my brain won though and I put on the grey woolen dress that I had put in my backpack that morning, and hurried to class only about twenty minutes late. Lucky for me professor Schuester only asked me to take my seat even though Noah and Quinn laughed at me when someone near the front tripped me on my way to my seat. After class he simply said "Try not to be late to my class again Santana ok?" And I just nodded my head before walking to my next class.
By lunchtime I just wanted to hide.
I was walking past the cafeteria when I saw her there.
Brittany.
She was sat in the cafeteria eating lunch, and talking to Quinn Fabray.
Guess I am eating lunch by myself again today.
I ran to the library bursting through the doors and startling the librarian behind the desk. I stuttered out a sorry before I continued running to the reference section where I collapsed on the floor, hugged my backpack to myself, and barely restrained myself from flinging my lunch at the stack of books opposite me.
She'd lied.
She had promised, made me promise that we would eat lunch together, and then eaten lunch with Quinn Fabray instead. Not that I blame her, who would want to hang around with me anyway? I eat lunch in the library for Gods sake!
I need to stop trusting people.
I'd never trusted anyone that easily before. It was all my fault. I gave her the power to make a fool out of me this way. She was probably in there right now laughing to Quinn about how she had let poor pathetic loser Lopez think that we would have lunch together. How funny that was.
I banged my head backwards on the shelf behind me.
I was so angry.
At Brittany yes.
But mostly at myself.
Angry that I had let this happen.
That I had let her in.
I didn't eat.
I didn't feel hungry.
I felt empty.
Instead I just sat there clutching my backpack until the bell rang signaling that it was time for me to pull myself together and force myself to go to the class. And yeah because I obviously didn't get the memo that someone somewhere hates me I realized that my next class was going to be a.
With her.
Awesome.
When I walked into the art room just as the bell rung Brittany was already sitting in there. She looked up and smiled at me, but I immediately looked away and refused to look even once in her direction for the whole class period. I even went as far as to sit at the opposite side of the class from her, therefore being as far away as possible. As though the distance could help me breathe better, and forget what had happened.
It didn't.
It did help that I couldn't smell her perfume from where I was, that was until Brittany made an effort about halfway through class to try to talk to me. She got as far as "Santana." Before I turned my seat away from her, childish I know but she didn't have anything she could say to me at that time that would make it all hurt less.
After class I waited until everyone else had left before packing things back in my backpack and heading towards my locker. The hallways were already pretty empty, people really do try to get out of school as quickly as possible when the bell rings. All I wanted to do was get whatever I needed out of my locker and put everything I didn't need away, and then begin the walk back so I wouldn't be late. Of course that wasn't going to be possible because Brittany was leaning against my locker with her arms crossed. I almost wanted to just walk away so that we wouldn't have to do this, whatever this was, because I already felt strange just about being angry earlier. Instead I decided to take the slightly more mature approach and just ignore her so I reached for the combination lock on my locker and refused to make eye contact with the blonde who had planted herself quite firmly infront of me.
"Santana, please." She sounded sad, like I had done something to upset her so I grabbed hold of the anger inside of me hoping that it would give me the strength to tell her to go away, but the words died on my lips when I looked up into her blue eyes.
I shook my head slightly to try to clear it.
I could do this.
"No Brittany." I said holding up a hand palm out towards her. "I can't do this." I shifted my focus back to the lock I still held in my other hand.
"I don't understand why you're so mad at me Santana. I didn't do anything wrong." Her words came out as a whisper, but they couldn't have sounded any clearer if she had screamed them.
"What?" I shook my head at Brittany. "And for a second there I thought you were going to apologize for missing lunch." I heard her gasp at my words and when I looked up I could see her lower lip trembling.
"Oh Santana." I watched Brittany take a breath to try and calm herself. "I'm so sorry, I forgot. Quinn needed my advice about something over lunch, and she completely distracted me. Please forgive me. Can I drive you home to make it up to you?"
I shook my head and watched her shoulders sag and her lip tremble more. "I can't do this." I said quietly.
The lock in my hand sprung open, I couldn't even remember entering in my combination. With a little sigh I put my backpack down at my feet and rubbed my palm against my dress. For some reason my hands were sweaty.
"Please don't give up Santana. Give me another chance." Brittany covered my hand with hers and pulled it close to her chest. I could feel small puffs of air against my knuckles as her breath tickled across them. "Please Santana."
"I can't Brittany. I've had enough disappointments in my life. I can't take any more." Not when I knew that her disappointing me hurt something deep inside me.
"I won't give up Santana." Brittany warned still holding my hand close. "I can't give up."
My eyes met hers once more and we just sort of stared at each other for a second. I felt like she was trying to tell me something, but I wasn't getting it. Finally with a sigh I pulled my hand away from hers. "I don't understand." I said my voice still super quiet, but loud enough as the hallways were devoid of anyone else. "I don't understand what you're trying to do. Why are you even talking to me?"
I was going to argue more with her but suddenly she had pushed my back against my locker, and before I could complain further her lips were pressed gently against mine. Her hands found their way into my hair, and I could feel her fingers softly stroke the back of my neck.
Holy shit.
Brittany Pierce was kissing me in the hallway of McKinley high.
I gasped when I felt her tongue ever so gently brush against my lower lip and opened my mouth into the kiss, finally kissing her back as my hands cautiously made their way around her waist, pulling her a little bit closer to me so I could feel her body pressing firmly into mine.
As suddenly as it started I stopped and Brittany pulled her head back slightly so she could look me in the eye.
"That's why." She said, the words sounding rushed as though she had just ran a long way, before she quickly pulled me in once more, and kissed me again.
