Chapter 9: P.D.A.
Santana's POV:
"OOOUUUCCCHHH..." I open my eyes as pain strucked my head. It's like something sticked my brain like a barbeque. I lift up my body and something hurts.
It's my left hand.
I look down at it. I tried to move it, but I can't. It hurts so much. It's covered with bandages like it's been burned or something.
Eeerrr... "What happened?"
"Oh hey baby, you're already awaken!"
I looked up. A glowing, sweet Quinn smiled at me like there's no more tomorrow.
Suddenly, I felt a slight shy feeling inside me and I don't even know why.
Ugh? Did she called me her baby?
"Baby? Me?"
"Yup. You want me to call you baby." She chuckled, eyes sparkling with silver lights. I've never seen her like this before.
Ugh? "When did I said that?"
My mind's a total blackout. I can't remember anything.
She wiggled her eyebrows and then scratched her head. She could have been wondering. "Don't you remember? Last night. When you want me to rape you."
"ME?!" I jumped out of the bed and got out of balance. I ended up hitting my back against the floor. "Ouch." That's all that I can say, trying to keep the pain.
She rolled her eyes and then pouted, "Well, guess you have an amnesia. You're just drunk last night." Her glowing vibe suddenly sounded down. She turned around and then started to walk away.
I lifted my head up, studying the room. There I found, a piece of lingerie, sitting on the bed. Out of my curiosity, I used my right hand to pick it up and then analyzed it.
Was it mine?
Was it hers?
Yes sh*t. It's mine...
But. Why? Why?
Did she...
"You want me to rape you..." The sentence that Quinn had said earlier, suddenly flashes back on my mind. This bothers me a lot.
What happened last night?!
I know it's something significant to Quinn but... What is it? I need to know!
I better be fast. Or else, I know something bad is about to happen. Right here, right now. I decided to get up and follow her, "QUINN!"
I run out, screaming her name.
I felt my lips cracking dry so I started to lick it. My tongue dances against the sweet electricity, tickling my tastebuds. There's something on my lips. Cherry. Cherry Chapstick?
I dismissed the taste when I saw Quinn's blonde hair, waving with the wind. She's standing back at me and I know I need to ask her what really happened 'cause this effin' hangover is now already killing me.
"Quinn, What-" I pulled her shoulder, made her turn around me and face me. "Quinn, I-"
Wait... It's not Quinn... She's not...
"Hey Santie!" Brittany gently smiled at me and then waved.
My heart suddenly dropped down the floor and my chest just collapsed. It feels so awkward!
This is... This is Brittany S. Pierce!
"Santie, hey, are you like, surprised of me?" She continued to speak in a very calm voice, the same as before.
I couldn't speak. I'm catching my breath 'cause my heart's been running like a horse in a race. My blood's circulating so fast right now.
Oh eff... I'm going to collapse!
"Santie, you know, I really miss you so much." Before I can react, she surprisingly kissed my lips and it felt so-
No Santana, no.
"Uhm, Britt, what's that for?" I pulled her away from me.
"What?"
"The kiss. Why did you do that?!"
She takes a pause and then smiled mockingly, playing with my weak sight, "Well, we always do that." She grabs my right arm and then held me tighter.
I'm feeling kinda, kinda hot... She's tickling me by rubbing her skin against mine. The heat is tingling my nerves.
Cut off Sant!
"Ugh, we USED to always do that, Brittany." I pulled her arms away from me. And to end up the topic, I need to open a new one. "Why are you here?"
"Well, I'm visiting you. What's the matter with that? I really just missed-" She bends and then leans over me, "You..." Her warm breath gently touched the edge of my lips.
"Uhm... Yeah... I appreciated you. Thank you." I looked away and out of my sight, I narrowed my eyes into Quinn.
She's looking at us and I think she's kinda pissed off.
I form a gesture on my face mouthing, "Hey."
But then she rolled her eyes and then stepped away.
What's the matter with her? But whatever it is... I think I need to talk with her.
"Ugh, Britt, I need to see Quinn." I tried again to push her away but then she pulled me closer.
Geez. It's like we're playing tag of war.
"Brittany, please..." And when I tried to push her again... She suddenly touched her stomach and then vowed against me. Her body curled and then she moaned painfully.
It's like something's happening to her. Something wrong.
( Now playing: I'll Be by Edwin McCain )
"Brittany... What's the matter, are you alright?" I hug her tightly and then checked her. "Brittany..."
Suddenly I felt pity. My heart felt concerned.
"I-I'm not feeling well, San..." Her voice sounded so weak.
"Then why did you decided to visit me here? Are you killing yourself?"
Out of her painful face , she broke out the tension and then smiled, "Well, it's because... I miss you."
She's been saying it for 3 times already. I think... She really did missed me.
A sweet sensation made me smile form ear to ear. I remember the way she made me feel when we're still together. She always make me happy in such an unknown reason.
"Well, ok. I'll stay with you. Come here, let's sit on the bleachers before Director Pull call me. It'll make you feel better."
I smiled at her for the first time again, and then assisted her to walk until we reach the bleacher. It's just like when we're still in our senior year, cuddling and holding each other's hands everytime.
"Thanks Santie..." She whispered, staring on my eyes, digging through my soul like the way she did before.
I sighed deeply and then again...
I can see her...
Quinn...
She's looking at me again... She's looking at us... Angrily...
I want to approach her and ask her why she's acting so weird towards me. It's like she wants to tell something...
"Ugh, Santie? Are you listening?"
I shook out the thoughts inside me and then faced Brittany, "Yes. I am."
"So, how's the movie going on?"
"Well-" Before I can continue, she managed to sit on my lap, slowly locking her hands with mine. I'm feeling a little bit uncomfortable this time, "Ugh, Brittany..."
"Why?" She rests her head on me, face touching my neck. Her warm breathing made me breathless. I can't focus. I'm falling on a deep sea of pleasure and I can't do anything but to close my eyes.
"Ugh..." I bite my lips, trying to stop my moan.
Why am I feeling like...
It's not Brittany...
That it's Quinn?
"Hey, you have a bandage on your left hand, what happened?" She points on my left hand.
"I just don't know, too." I stared on my hand for a minute.
There's these puzzle pieces scrambling inside my brain... What really happened?
Quinn's POV:
"HOW LONG ARE THEY GOING TO CUDDLE LIKE THAT?!" I screamed out loud. Don't worry readers. No one heard me. It's because I screamed that out inside my head.
I've been sitting here for like an hour ago, watching them cuddle like they're still girlfriends.
I grab my Iphone and then played a random song.
( Now playing: So Sick by NeYo )
This song's really sad.
I should have known that last night was another dream... Hah. She's great... She's a great joker...
SHE- confessing her feelings for me.
ME- loving her while endlessly hurting myself.
WE- having the introduction of our lovestory and then cliffhanged...
We're about to write our own lovestory but then another hindrance made us stop... :(
Am I going to confront her or let her play with her ex-girlfriend? But they're ex-girlfriends! They should have ended finding the value of x...
Why is it always about finding the value of x and y? Can it be just finding the value of SHE and I? C'mon. I know we have something...
"They look cute like they used to be." Mercedes said, interrupting my momentum by pulling the earphones on my ears.
Is she going to irritate me? Eeerrr... "Oh, give me a break. They're not cute..."
She chuckled, "Bitter."
"And so?"
"I'll make a guess. Santana cares for Brittany more than you."
The hot temperature suddenly went up my head and that made me even more mad. "They're just idiots!"
"Oh?"
I look at my right, Santana and Brittany aren't there anymore. The bleachers are empty already. Where are they?
"Think that Santana and Brittany went out for a little get-together."
When Mercedes said that, my heart exploded.
But I thought?
But she had...
But she had said that she loves me...
Why is she?
I breathe heavily as I stopped my own tears...
"Quinn, honey, it's your turn now. Your scene's up next."
I lifted my head up. Puck welcomed me.
Puck...
I have forgotten him...
I still have him...
I smiled out widely, "Ok."
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(A/N): I'm trying hard to update. Sorry. But thank you so much for reading. Pls, keep it up.
Brittany's stopping by for more chapters. You'll see what happens. Did I mention that I also ship Brittana? :)
