Q: can you update again? A: Yes! Lol. First off I guess I'd better address the Sam situation. I'm sorry that a lot of you don't like Bam… actually no I'm not, I Hate Bam, because ew. But, you shouldn't let it ruin the story for you, at least not until you find out what's going on. Anyways thanks for all the notification guys! Enjoy!
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Santana's POV
I plopped down on the living room sofa to face Rachel. "And then she says: I think we'd make great friends." I scoffed while Rachel sat there sipping on her tea, not saying a word. "I mean, can you believe that?" I waited a moment, but she still didn't say anything, she just kept sipping. "Oh come on, Rache, the tea is not that damn good, I know because I made it."
"You're right, it's really bitter actually." She said examining the cup.
"What the hell? Are you going to give me any feedback on this situation, like at all?"
She arched an eyebrow at me and placed her teacup on the coffee table. "Do you really want to know what I think?"
"Yes, finally!" I said throwing my hands up into the air.
"You're such a drama queen." She rolled her eyes. "But, I think she likes you."
My eyes bulged a little, hearing those words was amazing. It was almost as if Brittany had said them herself. I kind of wanted to hear them again and again… and again. "Really?"
"Yep."
I let a small smile spread across my face. "Wait, how can you be so sure? After all she did say… she said that we could… never be." My heart clenched and I dropped my head as the painful memories of last night came flashing back into my head.
"Hey, hey?" Rachel cooed, and made her way over to the couch that I was sitting on. "I don't think she meant that."
"Yea. But you weren't there when she said it… She meant it."
"Oh, San." She placed her hand on my shoulders and started rubbing soothing circles. "I didn't have to be there to know that she didn't mean that… Girls are difficult creatures, you can't be a successful lesbian if you don't learn that."
"I am a successful lesbian." I countered, slightly offended.
"Just because you're out, that does not make you successful." She countered and gave me pointed look. "Your longest relationship was what? Like a month?"
I lightly slapped her on the leg. "Hey! It was a month and three days."
"Oh, yea, can't forget about those three days, because that makes one hell of a difference… Anyways, back to what I was initially trying to say, you need to understand that women are complicated. They'll say one thing and mean something totally different."
"Oh, gosh." I said planting my face into the palm of my hand. "Welcome to Lesbian 101, taught by someone who isn't even a lesbian."
"I'm halfway there, that has to count for something."
"Whatever, just explain to me why you think Brittany likes me, because that's all I want to hear about."
"Oh, right. She'll say one thing but mean something completely different. It's totally understandable for her to pull out the 'just friends' card because she's scared." I arched an eyebrow. "Whether she admits it or not, she's scared. She doesn't want to jump into a relationship with you, because first off I bet she feels like she doesn't know you. Second you lied to her by pretending to be someone else, which is why she feels like she doesn't know you. And third she definitely doesn't trust you, with good reason, if you ask me… Now how can you expect her to want to jump right into a relationship with all of that water under the bridge?"
"But, that's the point she seems to be missing. I don't want her to jump right into a relationship with me. At the restaurant I asked her if maybe she thought we could be something one day. I didn't mean that day, or the day after that, I just meant one day in the future, because I know I messed up and she'll need time to heal and blah blah. But, she basically said: No, you're disgusting, I hate you. You and I could never be."
Rachel looked at me through un-amused eyes. "Okay, okay" I raised my hands in surrender. "Maybe she didn't say those exact words. But it was something along those lines."
"She doesn't see it happening right now. She can't see that happening right now, because all of this is just too much for her. She may be acting like she's fine with it, but some part of this has to be at the very least overwhelming to her."
I narrowed my eyes at Rachel and all the sense she was making. "Whose side are you on, because you're my friend and I don't hear you arguing any of my key points?"
She paused for a moment. "Not wanting to be her friend is understandable as well. You're hurt, I get it and I bet she gets that too. However, you're not looking at the big picture here… I think she wants to be your friend because that's a great way to knock out virtually all the water under the bridge."
"But, Rachel, I can't be her friend! It just won't work."
"Santana, she needs time to fall in love with you too you know?" Rachel looked at me sympathetically. "You've had six years to come to love her, and you've barely given her two days before asking if you and she could ever be together."
"But, I can't."
She thought for a moment, and I could practically see the wheels turning in her head. "Just think about it like this, when she asked you to be her friend, it was her way of, unknowingly, asking to get to know you and for you to earn her trust… It sounds to me like it was her way of saying 'maybe' or 'let's give it some time first' and that's way better than no right?"
I looked at her through hopeful eyes. I believed everything she said as if she'd talked to Brittany herself, but Rachel was one of the smartest people I knew, if she was wrong about anything, then I'm sure the world would end. But, I still needed to be sure. "How can you be so sure, though?"
"Because, she agreed to go out with you, and she even showed up at your house today… Anyone who wasn't interested would have high tailed the hell away from you once they found out that you were a fake. But, for some strange reason, she seems to be sticking around."
"Truth… Well, you've successfully gotten my hopes up, if you're wrong then I have permission to torture you in the most inhumanely way."
"Oh please, the only way I could be wrong about anything is if I weren't me. You know this."
"Whatever." I shoved her away from me.
"Now, you have to pay me back for all of my wisdom and insightfulness… Also for my Lesbian 101 class, for being the most awesomest best friend ever, for being the prettiest friend ever, and lots of other things too."
"Oh really? And how shall I ever repay you?" I played along.
"Could you go make me some decent tea?"
I huffed before standing and making my way into the kitchen. If she hadn't just given me what I presume to be the best news of my life, I wouldn't be making her anything. But, I have to admit, she is the best best friend I could ever have asked for… even if she didn't just tell me-
"Hey, San?" Rachel called.
"Yes dear?" I mocked.
"Let's do a rain check on that tea. Something's come up, you may want to get dressed… and maybe straighten your hair."
I made my way back into the living room. "What's come up?"
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Brittany's POV
Tina, Puck and I decided that we'd watch TV until Sam and Quinn came back, but I must say it's taking them an awful long time. I twiddled with my phone as I kept my eyes trained on the TV. We were watching reruns of 'Walking Dead' something that Puck picked out, of course. But, Tina seemed to enjoying the show as well. I guess I'm the only one who really isn't paying-
My thoughts were interrupted by the sudden vibration of my phone. I quickly unlocked it, hoping that it was a text from Santana… but it wasn't. It was just a Facebook notification. I let out a sigh and tapped on the Facebook app. I could see the little red 'one' by the message icon. I furrowed my eyebrows and tapped it.
From: Rachel BarbraStreisand Berry
Hi, Brittany! I don't know if you know me or not, but my name is Rachel Berry. I'm Santana's best friend, maybe she's told you about me? I'm the one you briefly saw at her home this morning, before you left. Anyways, I'm well aware of the current situation that you two are in, and I've arranged for you two to meet and further discuss matters. She's agreed to meet you at Mercede's Diner, are you familiar with this establishment?
I felt a wave of happiness flow through me, and I began to quickly send a reply.
Yes, I know exactly where that is! Thank you so much Rachel… and I apologize for leaving so abruptly this morning without even saying hello. I was just a little… flustered?
I didn't know how to explain the way I was feeling earlier.
Oh, I completely understand! No need to apologize. Santana will be at the diner in about two hours. So, get ready!
I smiled and did a small unnoticeable fist pump.
I'll be there! Thanks again.
I sent the message and was about to get up when curiosity got the better of me. I tapped on Rachel's name and it took me directly to her page. I was going to send her a friend request, but I was a little surprised to see that we were already friends. Hm, I wonder if Santana and I are friends on here. I scrolled to the top and typed in her name.
I checked our friendship status, and I was even more surprised to see that we were also friends. I had a little time to kill, so I scrolled up and tapped on her photos. The first album I saw was titled 'My life in Puerto Rico' so I tapped on that one. The first picture I saw was one of her when she was a toddler about two or three, riding on her pink tricycle. She was looking up at the camera smiling with a helmet that was way too big for her head. "How sweet." I muttered and scrolled to the next picture. This time she was on the beach. She still looked to be toddler and was wearing a one piece 'little mermaid' bathing suite. She had the little red crab on her shades to match her, and her curly hair was flowing in the wind.
I kept scrolling feeling my smile grow wider and wider. I looked through various images of her while she was growing up. There were many of pictures of her in her preteens with all of her friends relaxing on the beach, or just hanging out. She seemed to have quite the group of friends, I wonder why she wasn't so popular when she came here.
"Ayo, Britts, what's with the unnecessary smile? Zombie killing is no laughing matter." Puck said. I snapped my head up and turned my phone screen off, afraid that he saw what I was looking at.
"Uh n-nothing." I stuttered.
He looked at me oddly and slowly nodded his head. "Right."
"Shhh." Tina quieted us. "It's just getting good." Puck put up both his hands in surrender and turned his attention back to the TV.
I let out a small sigh of relief and stood from my seat. "I'm just going to go upstairs and get changed. I'll be heading out in about an-"
"Shhh!" Tina interrupted. "You're going to make me miss it."
I smirked at her, and was kind of thankful they didn't question me about where I was about to go. "See you guys later." I said hurriedly before running out of the den.
I made my way upstairs to take a shower and freshen up. By the time I was done I only had about thirty minutes to be at the diner, which was ok because it only takes about fifteen minutes to get there from my house. I happily skipped down the stairs and made my way outside.
Just at the end of our driveway I saw Sam and Quinn talking, and it had to have been about something serious, because they both looked kind of on edge. I walked closer to them. "We can't tell them." I heard Quinn say.
"Tell them what?" I interrupted. Sam and Quinn both jumped at my intruding voice. They looked at me with wide eyes, and slightly gaped mouths. "What?" I asked as I pressed the 'unlock' button on my keypad.
"N-nothing." Sam stuttered out.
I stared at them both, I could tell that something wasn't right with them… but, I have somewhere to be, so no time for questioning. "Alright, well, Puck and Tina are in the den watching 'Walking Dead' when you go in there; make sure to be super quiet. I'll be back later."
"Where are you going?" Quinn stepped away from Sam and closer to me.
"Out." I stated and hopped into my car. I waved goodbye before disappearing out of the driveway.
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Santana's POV
"This is stupid." I mumbled to myself as I looked out of the window. Rachel dropped me off to this stupid diner that one of our old classmates owns just because… Well I'm not really sure why, and that's why this is stupid. She made me come here and wouldn't even tell me why, and then she left me here, and told me she'd be right back.
Stupid, stupid Rachel, I am going to kill her the very first chance I ge-
"Hi." I jolted at the sound of her voice. Please oh please don't let that be…
"Brittany?" I'm not ready for this, no. I felt like crying, who the hell had it out for me?
She rocked back and forth on the heels of her feet, and smiled at me with her sweet and perfect lips. "May I sit?"
"Uh… sure." I watched her every move and I couldn't help but notice that she had a naturally grace in everything she did… including sitting down in a booth. Great, just another thing for me to fall in love with.
She clasped her hands together and focused her eyes on me. "I'm so happy you decided to meet me here. I thought it would've taken you a lot longer to come around, but-"
"Wait. Who said I was meeting you here?"
"Well, your friend Rachel said that-"
"That little conniving midget." I hissed. I should've known she was up to something, when she wouldn't tell me why she was bringing me here.
Brittany sunk in her seat and pout formed on her lips. "You didn't know you were meeting me here, did you?"
"Sorry, that my friend tricked you into believing that, but no. I didn't know that I was meeting you here."
"Oh… I can just g-" She shifted to the edge of the booth trying to leave, but I stopped her.
"No, actually this kind of worked out for the better, because I think we do need to talk." She perked up and I swear I could see her eyes turn a brighter shade of blue. "First off, let me say I'm sorry. I do realize that I was being quite unfair to you, by asking you if we could be something eventually so soon… did that make any sense?"
She smiled at me warmly and nodded her head. "It's okay. It really is. I understand exactly where you were coming from. I realize that I was being unfair to you as well."
I titled my head and flashed her a smile, one which she immediately returned. "You forgive quickly and fairly easy."
"I know. I just don't want to be angry with you."
"And why is that? Because you should… be angry with me that is." I inquired, maybe Rachel was right. Hopefully Rachel was right. Shit, fingers crossed.
"But, I'm not and I have no desire to be."
She smiled at me, and I literally had to sit on my hands to keep from reaching across the table and pulling her in and kissing the hell out of her. "Good, because I'll probably do a lot of stupid things that would have the potential to make you upset with me."
Her smile widened and she studied my face for a moment. "So does this mean, we can be friends?"
I smiled and nodded my head. "Yes… and no." She smile fell and she looked a little shocked. "Yes, as in we can be friends, and no as in we can't be normal friends."
"Meaning?"
"Can I just be straight forward with you?"
"Yes."
"Okay well, I'm in love with you." Something changed in her eyes, but I didn't dwell on it. "I have been for six years. So with that being said, it's going to be extremely hard for me to take on the title as your friend. So we can't be 'normal' friends."
"What do you mean by normal friends?"
"Well, you know how friends talk about their love lives with each other?" She nodded her head. "They tell each other who they're crushing on, or who's crushing on them. Right?"
"Right."
"Yea, well that can't be us. I don't want to hear about who's crushing on you or if you're crushing on someone else, because I don't think I could take that."
She looked at me sympathetically and nodded. "Whatever you want."
I chuckled at the irony. Whatever I want. "I want you." I said staring straight into her eyes, she broke contact and looked to the side. "And I don't think you realize how much I want us. So I'll make it known, because I can't just tuck all of my feelings away. I'm letting you know now, that sometimes… or most of the time my intentions will be a little more than friendly with you… That's your warning."
Her breathing hitched and she let out a sigh. "I just want you to try to be my friend."
"And I will, but just know that I will make my feelings for you known, just as I already have."
She gave me a tight lipped smile and nodded. "Okay, as long as you're trying then that's all I can ask for." She replied.
I feel so giddy! Now I get to write cute little scenes that will bring them closer and oh my gosh! I have so many ideas! I'm excited… Oh and there will definitely be some jealous Britt. What's a Brittana story without a little bit of jealousy? But, it may not be so soon. Feedback is always welcome ciao!
