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A week later and Santana hadn't called it off with Quinn. She chickened out, to say the least. She was scared of feelings and she was terrified that Quinn might have them for her. Quinn was her best friend and of course she didn't want to hurt her so… she chickened out.
They still had their usual daily conversations, whether it was texting, calling, or skyping; they talked. But Santana could never bring herself to break it off. She just couldn't do it.
"So…" Brittany dragged out, "How's Quinn?" She asked Santana awkwardly. Brittany had been slightly awkward talking about Quinn ever since she saw them kiss. It was a shock and she felt kind of like she needed conformation.
The two girls were sitting at their spot by the water as usual. They were eating ice-cream and dangling their feet lightly in the water.
"She's fine," Santana answered in short.
"Is she visiting again soon?" Brittany asked again and if you listened closely you would hear a hint of jealousy.
"I don't know exactly when but she'll visit once we've settled in." The brunette replied with a small smile.
"Are you okay, San?" The dancer asked when she sensed some sadness in the Latina's voice and features.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry about it." Santana said trying to put a smile on her face but not doing a very good job.
"You sure?" Brittany said as she inched the slightest bit closer to the Latina. It was a small movement but it felt nice to both the blonde and the brunette. They exchanged a small smile then looked away shyly.
"It's just I… it's hard… moving here." She forced out. If it were anyone else she wouldn't have stayed a second after the question. It confused her – why she was so nice to Brittany. "Don't get me wrong it's a nice place with nice people," She gave Brittany a small smile after the implication, "But it's not what I'm used to. I miss my friends…" She said in a low voice.
"I get it. It must be hard with long distance… friendships." She avoided the word 'relationship'.
"It is… but I'll get over it." She shrugged off as she put her guard back up.
"Well I'm here… if you need a friend or someone to talk to. I know it's not the same, and I'm far different from any of your friends… or Quinn, but I'm here."
Brittany's words lowered Santana's guard again. No one has ever lowered Santana's figurative guard twice in one day. What she said made Santana feel so wanted; Santana never felt wanted, she always felt used or like a waste of space. She liked this new feeling; she liked Brittany. She hadn't realized how much she liked Brittany yet; she still sort of saw her as a friend while she's in Ohio then she'll move back to California when she's older and more stable.
"Thank you, Britt. That actually means a lot." The Latina finally replied after getting a bit lost in her thoughts. There was a long comfortable silence where they just watched the water and stole small glances at one another.
"Oh, it's almost dinner time. I should get going." The blonde said as she realized the time. Brittany started to stand up but sat down right away as the pain from her foot ran through her.
"This damn foot is getting on my nerves." Brittany said as she tried to laugh off the pain. Santana chuckled a little but she couldn't bring herself laugh properly; she worried for the blonde.
"Are you alright? Do you need… help?" Santana asked even though she didn't know how she could help the injured dancer.
Before Brittany could answer the question Santana's phone started to ring. The Latina held up a finger as if to say one second and she answered the phone.
"Hey, you," Santana said happily but she had no smile on her face. She looked slightly distressed and Brittany noticed. "Hey Q, can I call you back? I'm kind of in the middle of something important… I know, I know, I said sorry. I promise to call you back this time." She said with a hint of frustration. She then hung up the phone and let out a small sigh of relief.
"Is everything okay?" Brittany asked as she sensed the frustration in the Latina's voice. Santana didn't answer the question; she just looked to the ground.
Brittany realized that Santana wasn't going to answer her question, "Girl problems?" The blonde asked with a chuckle trying to lighten the Latina's mood.
Santana was taken back by the dancer's confidence but she laughed nonetheless. "I guess you could say that." She replied.
"Well, my parents are going out after dinner. Want to come over and hang out or something? Take your mind off things?" Brittany asked, slightly nervous. "That sounds great." The brunette replied with a smile.
Santana knocked on the Pierce's door for the fourth time and she was beginning to wonder if nobody was home. Just as she was leaving the door swung open in one fast motion. Santana turned around and was startled by the sight. There was Brittany; her hair dripping wet and her body only wrapped in a towel. The Latina stood there in shock unable to move. Her eyes were glued to Brittany; her longish blonde hair with small droplets of water falling from it; her long, long, smooth legs that were barely covered at all by the towel; her pale, bare arms, one of which was holding up her towel; the top of her breasts which were only just showing above the towel. Last but definitely not least, her beautiful face; those dazzling baby-blues which were so mesmerizing; her pale, beautifully defined cheekbones and, of course, her small pink lips which now showed a small embarrassed smile.
"Well hi there." Brittany said in a very small, shy voice. Santana was brought back to reality by Brittany's voice. (The best way to be brought back to reality)
"Uh, hello," Santana tried to compose herself but was failing quite miserably. She tried to look away but those blue eyes held her there.
Brittany was happily surprised with the response she got from the Latina. She wasn't expecting it, that's for sure.
"Um, come in?" Santana quickly and nervously obliged. "I'll go get dressed. Um, make yourself comfortable." Brittany said with a grin then ran up to her room. The Latina breathed a sigh of relief when the half-naked dancer left. It's not that she wasn't enjoying the view; it was that she didn't want to embarrass herself further.
"Sorry about that." Brittany said as she walked into the open living room to see Santana sitting comfortable on the couch. "No problem." Santana said with a smile as she turned to look at the blue-eyed girl.
Brittany was now wearing a short pair of shorts and a slightly baggy t-shirt that hung off one shoulder; her hair still wet. "Wow…" Santana said so quietly Brittany only just managed to hear.
"What? What's up?" Brittany said as she looked over herself to make sure everything was in check.
"Huh? What? Did I say that out loud?" Santana said as she mentally slapped herself for letting that slip. Brittany chuckled shyly and nodded, still not quite sure what was going through the Latina's mind. "Oh. Umm… I, uh…" The Latina was so flustered; she had no idea what to say.
Is this seriously happening right now? She's just a girl. I never have problems talking to girls; I'm smooth, I have game. What the hell is happening to me? All I can do to get out of this is flirt. Easy.
Santana clears her throat and straightens her back. "I mean, you look very beaut… hot. You look hot." She clears her throat again. She was nervous. Maybe Brittany wouldn't like Santana taking an interest in her looks. Maybe she would get freaked out because Santana's a girl. There were so many possible outcomes running through the brunette's head and none of them were good. She was never nervous around girls, even if she didn't know their sexual orientation.
Almost all of Santana's worry disappeared when the blonde girl next to her started to blush quite uncontrollably. There was still a part of her that was extremely nervous around Brittany though.
"Umm, thank you." Brittany said shyly as she subtly giggled and blushed intensely. She wasn't sure how to react. No one had ever called her 'hot' before – except Noah Puckerman, but she tried to forget that. She'd been called things like 'pretty' or 'cute' but that was only by her mother and adults around the neighborhood.
Maybe Santana didn't mean anything by it. Maybe she says that about a lot of people. I'm nothing special, Brittany thought nervously.
"Just speaking the truth…" Santana mumbled.
"Sorry? I didn't catch that."
"Shall we get some food?" She covered up. "Oh. Yeah, sure." Brittany replied.
The two girls then watched movies and ate snacks while sharing laughs and smiles and small glances.
It was around 2:30 at night and Brittany couldn't sleep. She had walked around, she had had a glass of water, and she had even counted sheep. She just couldn't sleep. Her last resort was to dance. Dancing relaxed her and also tired her out; it was the perfect combination. Her foot was still a little hard to dance on but she had started to walk on it again. She figured she'd try it out and see how much pressure she can put on it.
She started dancing fairly slow then sped up bit by bit. She danced more careful than usual but it still had the same effect. She was starting to relax and feel free.
As she was spinning on her good foot she glanced out the window briefly then glanced out again on the second spin. She came to a sudden halt when she saw Santana across the street. She was with someone. They were close; too close. It definitely wasn't Quinn. It was a man.
"This was funnnn. But you gotta go mister. Mmkay? Go." Santana slurred and giggled in a drunken state as she started to walk away from the young man.
"Hey no faaair. We drank and, umm, we danced, we maybe even kissed a lil bit but every m-mam, uh, man, deserves a goodnight kiss riiight?" He said as he pulled her back to him and put his arms around her waist. Santana giggled and smoothed her hand over his mohawk until she reached the back of his neck. "Wellll, I guess that's kinda quite fair. Mhm."
Brittany leant out the window slightly to try to gain a better view of this mystery man. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw his face. It was Noah Puckerman: the man that gave her hell. He was wearing his trademark smirk; the same one he was wearing when he came on to Brittany.
She saw Noah pull Santana up against his body as his arms wrapped around her waist. She watched as they giggled and talked together. Then she saw Santana lean in and peck his lips. Obviously he wanted more so he pulled her back and kissed her more intensely.
What had started as an innocent peck had turned into a whole lot more. Puck's tongue had found its way into the Latina's mouth and his hands had found themselves resting on her ass. Santana was in a drunken state of mind so she didn't protest.
"How 'bout we take this inside ay?" Puck said as his lips travelled to the Latina's neck. Santana's hands were firmly pressed against the mohawked boy's chest. "Nah can't do that. The parentals are home." Santana slurred as her hormones started to get the best of her. "Well, ya know. My, my, my car is right overrrr… there." Puck said as he looked around for his car finally locating it. "Yeah I know." The brunette replied, obviously not understanding the boy's implications. "Les go!" Puck said as he pulled Santana over to his car.
Brittany watched them kiss and watched their hands travel around each other. She watched them jog over to a car and kiss against it for a short while until they entered the car. She couldn't see them anymore and she was confused when the car didn't leave. She stayed at the window for a while until she finally gave up. She walked over to her bed and rubbed her face with her hands as she let out a long sigh. What she hadn't realized is that very few small tears had fallen down her face without her acknowledgement. She sighed again then lay down on her bed in hopes of getting to sleep.
It was 6am and Brittany was all ready to go for her morning jog. She left the house then stopped mid-step when she saw the same car she was watching the night before across the street. There was a small amount of movement from inside the car until a small figure stumbled out. It was Santana in all her hung-over glory. The Latina turned around and made immediate eye contact with the blonde across the street. She gave a wimpish smile then walked briskly to her house as the car drove off.
Santana tiptoed into her house then tiptoed up the stairs and into her bedroom. She was a pro at sneaking in and out of the house. She'd had years of practice. She flopped onto her bed and immediately fell asleep.
It was around 11am and Brittany had been thinking about Santana nonstop that morning. She felt sorry for her because the Latina had no idea what kind of guy Noah Puckerman is; but then again, maybe that was just the kind of guy she was looking for.
The blonde dancer had seen Mrs. Lopez leave the house earlier that day and she knew that Mr. Lopez would be at work. She packed up a small bag and headed over to the Lopez residence.
Santana stirred in her sleep when she heard a faint knocking at her bedroom door. She didn't bother to open her eyes though.
Brittany slowly walked into the slumbering Latina's room. She noticed Santana move slightly with every noise she made. The blonde glanced over to Santana's desk to see Alfonzo running through the toy tubes in his cage. The cute sight made her smile as she continued to watch.
"Hey there, creeper." Santana joked in a very tired, hung-over voice.
"Whoa, I didn't know you were awake," Brittany said in a startled tone. "Oh, so you came here to watch me sleep?" Santana quipped in reply. Brittany chuckled nervously as she tried to collect herself.
"I came to uh, bring you some painkillers, food and, of course, coffee." The blonde said with a cute smile. Santana's smile couldn't have been sweeter. "Aww, Britt. That's so sweet. Wait, how'd…?" Santana said in a sweet tone that soon turned to confusion.
"You don't remember? I, uh, saw you getting out of, umm, a car. This morning. You smiled at me?" Santana looked completely embarrassed. "Oh that. Um, I, uh. Last night I um…"
"Yeah, I saw" Brittany said which caused Santana's eyes to go impossibly large. "Oh! Not like that. I mean…well. I looked out my window and saw you two. Umm, I didn't see much really. I would have looked away if I did see anything like that. I uh, I didn't mean to see you two. It's not like I was staring or stalking or anything like that, I just-" Santana cut her off before she could ramble any further. "Britt, Britt, don't worry about it."
There was a small silence as Brittany took a deep breath. "So you and Quinn aren't…" She trailed off slightly but finished her sentence when she noticed the confusion on the Latina's face, "like… together anymore?"
"Oh, um," Santana cleared her throat, "We were never actually together." Brittany's face was full of confusion at this point. She had seen them kiss and hug and play around like a couple a lot.
Santana sensed the confusion and cleared her throat again. "We um, just kind of had 'fun'…" Realization hit Brittany's features and she mouthed 'oh'.
"Shall we eat?" Brittany successfully changed the subject when she realized the slight awkwardness of the conversation. Santana nodded to the question and they ate their food together.
"I brought cheese for Alfonzo." Brittany said after they had finished their brunch. Well, lunch for Britt and breakfast for Santana.
She walked over to the little hamster's cage and picked him up in her hand. "Hey lil guy, want some cheese?" She fed him a small amount of cheese while a big grin was plastered on her face. Santana couldn't help but mirror that big grin as she watched the all too sweet moment. She knew in that moment that she'd never regret getting little Alfonzo, even if it was just for this small scene in front of her.
A/N: I wasn't too proud of this chapter really but I hoped you all liked it. (Actually slightly nervous about posting it D: lol) I have big plans for future chapters I just have to find a way to build up to them.
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