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Brittany was the last person to get into the stall for a much needed shower after practice since she decided to find the squirrel that ran away from her during their laps. After an unsuccessful hunt for the cute squirrel she gave up and retired to the Cheerios locker room which was deserted. Everyone had already cleared out, all itching to get the hell out of there as they do after every practice.
She jumped into the shower and let the warm water trickle down her body as it washed away all the dirt and sweat accumulated through practise. Satisfied that she was now squeaky clean she stepped out of the shower in only a towel and made her way towards her locker. She took out her bag and grabbed her bra and panties and slipped them on.
Since Santana was the captain she was always the last to reach the locker rooms because she took it upon herself to make sure all the equipment was put back securely, also of course to avoid the stampede of Cheerios all rushing for a stall. She casually walked into the locker room thinking that it be empty. How wrong she was.
The minute she set foot into the room she caught an eyeful of Brittany clad in only a bra and panties. Sure she's seen heaps of the Cheerios in very minimal clothing but seeing Brittany in the bare essentials was different. She could see that the young had a rather developed body and it had her sweating furiously.
Brittany looked up from her bag where she grabbed her spare uniform when she saw the gobsmacked expression on Santana's face.
"Uh…didn't know anyone else was here." Santana stuttered before practically sprinting towards the shower stalls before Brittany could even say a word.
The young dancer smirked mischievously when she realised what effect she had on the Latina. She went back to rummaging through her bag, still clad in only a bra and panties when Santana rushed back into the room.
"Forgot my stuff." The flushed Latina mumbled and rushed straight out.
An idea then struck the young dancer and suddenly she was no longer in a rush to leave the locker room. She slowly slipped on her uniform and waited for the sound of water running to cease.
An icy cold shower later Santana stepped out and wrapped a fresh towel around her freezing body and shuffled towards her locker. Again she wasn't expecting to see anyone still there. Then again she also wasn't expecting to see Brittany bent forward with her foot resting on the benches as she moisturised her long, lithe, toned legs.
Brittany could sense Santana's presence and lifted her head to grasp the Latina's expression but she was also surprised at what she'd seen. There right in front of her was the sexy, fiery Latina in nothing but a towel with her hair dripping wet. She was so taken back by the sight that the bottle slipped out of her handle and she struggled to catch it as it fumbled through her fingers.
"Uh, moist hands…bottle slipped." She excused her behaviour nervously.
"Um, yeah slippery little bastards." Santana stuttered, equally as nervous. She shuffled towards her things and tried her best to not drop her towel as she tried to slip on her panties and bra. Her hands were shaking so much she was pretty sure that the towel would slip through her fingers.
Brittany went back to moisturising her legs and tried her best to not watch the Latina. Her hands were fumbling with the bottle as they shook uncontrollably.
"Fuck." She heard Santana curse. She lifted her head up and saw the towel had dropped from Santana's hand and the captain was only in her panties and unclasped bra. She watched as the captain struggled to clasp her bra.
Santana felt like the biggest loser on earth. She'd been wearing bras since she was thirteen so she was practically an expert she clipping her bra, but for some stupid reason she just couldn't do it this time. Her hands were shaking so bad she felt like she was someone suffering from coffee withdrawal. She contemplated clipping the bra on front ways then just spinning it around the right way but then that'd risk the chance of Brittany seeing her twins. After the hundredth time she soon gave up with a sigh and did the last thing she thought she'd ever do.
"Brittany…um…could you help me?" She asked with her back still to the young dancer. She heard the sound of a bottle hitting the ground almost instantly.
"Uh…" Brittany paused, "Um…" Again she couldn't form any words, "Uh…um…a-a-lright." She managed to force out.
"Thanks." Santana whispered lowly and waited for Brittany to clasp her bra.
Brittany stood up hesitantly and wobbled towards the Latina. She had to wipe her hands on her skirt because they were sweating so much. Satisfied that they were dry enough she lifted her shaky hands and slowly brought the two ends together.
Santana swore she felt a jolt of electricity pass when she felt Brittany's soft fingertips graze her back.
Brittany swore that she felt something when her fingertips accidently grazed Santana's back.
"T-thanks." Santana stuttered.
"It's ok…" Brittany whispered, her eyes still trained on the Latina's exquisite back. From this angle she could make out a small tattoo on the back of Santana's neck. Without even thinking she reach out and touched the tattoo, "What's this?" She asked.
Santana flinched when she felt soft fingers touch her neck, "Oh…oh…that's just a tattoo I got last year…"
Brittany finally realised what she'd just done and shook her head as she took a rather large step back, "Sorry." She apologised and quickly and rushed to grab her bag and raced out the locker room.
The Latina kept her gaze fixated on the lockers in front of her as she heard Brittany rush out the room in a panic, "You never need to be sorry." She said to the empty room and turned around with a sigh as she slowly dressed herself.
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"Mom, Dad…Puck and I have something to give for you guys." Santana announced at dinner.
"Yes honey?" Mrs. Lopez waited for her daughter to continue.
"Well, we put together some money so you guys can go on a little get away for the long weekend." Puck said with a proud smile on his face, "We just wanted to say thanks for everything." More importantly he just wanted to say thanks for them trying really hard to mend their relationship after the prior year's fiasco.
"Oh my you two didn't have to." Mrs. Lopez gushed over how thoughtful her children were.
"Come give Papi a hug." Mr. Lopez said with open arms and brought his two children in for a big hug, "This isn't just your way to get your mami and I out of the house so you two can have a party?" he joked.
"No papi. We just wanted to say thanks…especially for supporting me and my dream." Santana said with a smile.
Puck disengaged from the hug and ran upstairs to collect the present that he and his sister had gotten. Racing down the stairs he presented his parents with a piece of paper that had all the booking details and address of their small get away.
"Oh my!" Mrs. Lopez gasped, "How did you two afford this?"
Puck and Santana looked at each other with the trademark Lopez grin, "Busking." They said in unison.
"Come here." Mr and Mrs. Lopez said and brought the entire family in for a group hug.
"We love you guys." Puck said on behalf of him and his sister.
"We love you both."
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Brittany was standing in the front of the room talking to both and Quinn whilst the other members were scattered around the room. As usual Santana was in the back casually filing her nails as she watched the three in the front.
The young dancer began twirling in her spot which caused her pleated skirt to rise with every spin. Artie began staring at the rising skirt and began smiling as he watched the pleats move through the air. Finn soon caught on and hi-fived the footballer.
The sound of their two hands caught Santana's attention. She followed their gazes and saw that they were openly leering at Brittany, more specifically, Brittany's ass.
"Frankenteen, douchebag." Santana snapped at the two who turned around towards the Latina, "Quit your leering. It's disgusting."
Finn looked down in fear but Artie stared straight back at the Latina with a challenging look on his face.
Rachel watched from the side alongside Puck, Kurt and Blaine.
"One." Kurt whispered the small group.
"Who said I was leering?" Artie challenged.
"Oh, please it was obvious. Either you stop or I'll go Lima Heights on you." Santana threatened.
"Whatever Santana." Artie brushed off and turned towards the front. The Latina rolled her eyes at the footballer and went back to filing her nails.
"Why does your sister hate Artie so much?" Rachel whispered to Puck.
"Beats me." He shrugged.
Brittany watched the small altercation and quirked her head adorably. Quinn on the other hand was frowning as she watched the Latina's anger rise so quickly for something so small. It wasn't a secret that the footballers would often perv on the Cheerios and Santana wouldn't even bat an eye. It seemed like when it involved Brittany that's when her anger would rise.
Now she was really curious.
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With Puck's parents gone he invited both Brittany and Quinn over for the weekend given that Santana would be home at all times. Sure the three had been friends for years but Puck was still a guy and both Brittany and Quinn's parents weren't going to allow their daughters stay over unless there was an adult present at all times. Over the years they had grown to trust Santana because despite her hardy exterior she was always responsible when it came to her little brother and his friends. They still didn't know about the small 'adventures' she'd take them on, but they didn't need to know.
The only rule was they had to sleep in the lounge room which was cool for the three because it meant they didn't have to worry about climbing up the stairs. They made sure that they were all in their sleep gear before slotting in the DVD.
"Brittany we've watched Step Up so many times." Puck whinged from the loveseat which he was lounging on with his legs propped up on the arms.
"But it's such a good movie!" Brittany answered with enthusiasm, "Just the dancing is amazing."
"Well tonight it's Britt's choice so deal Puck. Channing Tatum's hot." Quinn squealed like a little schoolgirl.
"Jenna Dewan's sexier." Brittany mumbled as she slotted the DVD in.
"Looks like you got yourself a lady crush." Quinn teased.
"No homo!" Brittany almost yelled in defence.
"Whoa…I'm kidding." Quinn said with her hands up to calm the young dancer.
"Calm yo tits." Puck said from the side.
"I-I I am calm. Let's just watch this." Brittany stuttered.
Santana leant against the doorway separating the lounge room from the kitchen with her arms crossed. She watched as Brittany panicked at Quinn's teasing. She knew it all too well.
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Santana was in the kitchen cooking dinner for the three freshmen in her living room, singing as she threw together ingredients for a simple beef stew. She had her headphones on and her music playing loudly, sufficiently blocking out any of the outside sounds.
Tell me is the money worth your soul?
Tell me what's the reason that you hold on,
When you know that dude has a whole wall of 'em just like you?
And girl you're just way too fine
Gotta be treated as one of a kind
Girl use your mind
Don't be just another dime
Brittany peeled herself away from the TV screen and walked towards the kitchen to grab a drink.
"You guys want anything while I'm up?" She asked Puck and Quinn who were staring intently at the screen.
"Ask San when din's ready." Puck called out.
"Just water. Thanks Britt." Quinn answered.
The young dancer opened the door and walked into the kitchen and was instantly hit with the sound of Santana's voice. She always loved Santana's voice, the moment she first heard it during Glee club. It just had something to it that always had her stomach feeling strange and her heart beating double time.
I can't take
Seeing you with him
'Cause I know exactly what you'll be
In his gallery
Just not fair
And it's tearing me apart
You're just another priceless work of art
In his gallery
Santana lost herself in the music as she continued to cook. Singing was always an outlet for her emotions and feelings. She was never really the type to open up but music always gave her that much needed outlet.
You're a masterpiece
I know that he
Can't appreciate your beauty
Don't let him cheapen you
He don't see you like I do
Beautiful not just for show
Time that someone let you know
Brittany walked towards the fridge as quietly as she could so she wouldn't disturb the singing senior. The minute she opened the fridge, Santana spun around to grab something on the bench and saw Brittany peering into the fridge.
"Oh fuck!" Santana squealed in surprise. Did she just squeal? She cleared her throat to try and hide her embarrassing slip up, "BRITT DIDN'T KNOW YOU WERE IN HERE." She yelled since her music was still playing loudly.
Santana could see Brittany's mouth moving but couldn't hear anything. She finally realised that her music was too loud, "Sorry. What'd you say?" She asked once she turned down the volume.
"Puck was wondering when the food will be ready."
"Oh, tell him to wait a few minutes. Almost done." Santana chuckled.
"Okay." Brittany send a small smile towards the Latina and bent over to grab the two bottles of water in the back of the fridge. She made sure that she packed her shortest pyjama shorts before leaving for Puck's house. Despite the cold weather she was dressed in a hoodie and rather short shorts.
Santana hadn't realised how short they were until she caught an eyeful of Brittany's behind as the younger girl bent over. She brought her lips in tightly and frowned slightly before trying to resume her cutting. However from where she was standing she still had a view of the young dancer's formed ass.
Once she found the two bottles Brittany swiftly grabbed them and shut the fridge door before walking out the room. Before she stepped out she heard Santana calling after her.
"Hey Brittany."
"Yeah San-tana?" Brittany answered. The rejection had happened a fair time ago and she was somewhat over it but still she didn't feel comfortable using nicknames just yet.
Santana wanted to say something along the lines, "If you ever need to talk you know I'm here?" in reference to that small outburst Brittany had earlier that night however, all that came out of her mouth was, "Aren't you a little cold?" She asked, looking down quickly at the young dancer's small shorts.
"Nope." Brittany said cheekily before skipping out the door.
The Latina brought her lips in for a tight smile as the young bubbly teen left the room. She frowned slightly and resumed cooking dinner.
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It was like Puck and Quinn were twins because after eating for some reason they'd suddenly have the energy levels of an eighty year old grandmother and fall asleep instantly. This left Brittany awake and bored as her two best friends slept rather loudly. She decided to play Puck's PSP which was unfortunately upstairs in his room.
She got up from the hard ground and slowly walked up the stairs towards Puck's room. Before she could reach his room she could see light spilling out from the cracks of Santana's room. The door was left slightly open so she took a chance and looked in.
Once again Santana was hard at work, fiddling with the various nobs and playing silent keys on her keyboard. Brittany continued to watch the Latina hard at work. Suddenly with no warning Santana spun around in her chair and saw the young dancer watching her.
Brittany flinch and prepared to flee but was stopped by the Latina's smile.
Santana slowly removed her headphones, "Hey there." She said quietly.
"Uh…hi." Brittany said nervously.
"Can't sleep?" Santana asked with a smirk.
"I was just going to get Puck's PSP. Him and Quinn are sleeping and I'm bored." Brittany pouted which earned her a light chuckle from the Latina.
"Wanna help me?" Santana shrugged and pointed to her set up.
"I wouldn't know what to do."
"Come here. I'll teach you." The Latina got up and pulled Brittany into her room and allowed the dancer to sit in her seat.
The pair spent the entire night making music, well more like Santana trying to teach Brittany how to mix. At one stage Santana even coerced Brittany to sing a Capella for her but wouldn't tell the young dancer what she was going to do with the track.
The morning came too fast and soon the two girls were beat and fell asleep at the Latina's desk.
Unknown to the two Puck had walked passed his older sister's room and saw the two slumbering girls.
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"Morning sis." Puck greeted his sister at the table as they ate breakfast.
"Sup." Santana gave her brother the 'sup' nod and returned to eating her cereals.
"What's with you and Brittany?" He asked bluntly.
Santana practically choked on her cereals, "What?" She spluttered.
"What's with you and Brittany. You're telling Artie off for checkin' her out and I found you two asleep in your room when Quinn and Brittany were over."
"Nothing Puck. She's your best friend. I got to get to school early sorry." Santana stuttered and rushed out the door with a quick bye.
Puck frowned at his retreating sister and sighed as he served himself cereal, "I wouldn't care if you dated her." He said to himself.
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"Far out Brittany I can't do that." Santana panted as Brittany moved through the movements with ease.
"Yes you can Santana." Brittany egged on the Latina and continued to show her the moves.
"Nah, you're just too good. Give me a minute." Santana started breathing heavily as she hunched over.
"Come on. Stop being such an old lady." Brittany teased.
"Old lady? Oh yeah?" Santana challenged with her hands on her hips, "Would an old lady do this?" She then grabbed Brittany by the waist and hoisted her up, eliciting a high pitched squeal from the dancer.
"Put me down Santana!" Brittany squealed loudly as the Latina spun her around in circles.
Santana placed her gently back onto the ground and the two soon fell into a fit of laughter, "Old lady my ass." She added.
The two then began to burst out laughing even louder. The Latina couldn't help but look at the carefree expression on Brittany's face as she laughed loudly. The way she tried to contain herself but failed miserably, the way she clutched her stomach, the way her laugh sounded. It was infectious.
"You have a gorgeous laugh." Santana breathed out, obviously not realising her sudden voice of thought.
"Huh?" Brittany asked.
Finally what she'd just said hit her and without a doubt she shot up from the ground, "Uh-uh…I'm late for…food." She stuttered and briskly walked out the room.
Brittany laid on the ground with a slight frown on her face, got up from the ground and dusted herself. She swore she heard the Latina tell her that her laugh was gorgeous but then again she could've been hearing things. It seemed like no matter what her feelings for Santana would never go away. Even after the rejection she wasn't fond of the Latina but she still found herself pining after her.
For the first week she convinced herself that the teasing was for revenge but over time she realised she just wanted the Latina's attention. She loved the reactions that she was receiving from Santana but other things were telling her that maybe, just maybe she was starting to feel the same way. The way they bonded over music and dance. She no longer wanted to tease the Latina but instead she wanted to really know how Santana Lopez felt for her.
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"Brittany why don't you show us some of the choreography you've thought up with Santana?" Mr. Shue asked the young dancer in the front.
"Um, I think it's better if Santana does it." Brittany said as she turned to face the Latina.
"Nah, the floor's yours Brittany. I'm just choreographer you're the star." Santana winked at the dancer and gestured for her to demonstrate what they came up with.
Brittany gave the Latina sweet smile that had said girl blushing but thankfully for her dark skin it wasn't noticeable.
"So this is what we have so far." Brittany started to move through the steps with unbelievable grace it had everyone's attention on her. She floated across the room and hit every beat with such precision it was almost like the music was made for her.
Puck looked around the room and smiled at everyone's undivided attention on his best friend. When his eyes fell on his older sister he scrunched his face at her expression. On Santana's face she held an expression that he'd only see her with when she's making music. He liked to call it her 'magic' expression because he remembered when they were younger, every time he watched her playing music she'd always say she was, "making magic." He watched as her eyes followed Brittany's movements with obedience.
He had only seen Santana with that expression whenever she was working with music, so why did Santana have it now? Then it finally clicked. His sister found love within Brittany. It couldn't be just a crush or else Santana wouldn't be looking at Brittany the way she was. He finally realised, what Santana felt for Brittany was on par with her love for music. Everything fell into place, the hatred for Artie, them falling asleep in her room, the period when Brittany stopped coming over, the sudden interest in Brittany when she wasn't around. It all made sense now.
"Thanks Brittany." Santana finally snapped out of her Brittany induced haze when Mr. Shue's voice cut through the room. She hadn't realised that she was so captivated by the young dancer. There was something about her that had her wanting more. No matter what when Brittany danced it never failed to have her begging to see more. The way she moved was hypnotic and Santana found herself acting like a moth attracted to light.
She lightly slapped her cheeks to try and pull herself out of her thoughts. The thoughts were becoming increasingly difficult to ignore. She shook her head once more and forced the thoughts and feelings down as deep as possible.
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Puck knocked on his sister door and watched as she pressed a few buttons on her laptop and removed her headphones.
"What's up?" She asked her little brother.
"We're tight yeah?" Puck asked as he took a seat on the ground next to his sisters chair.
"Course, you're my bro, literally." The Latina chuckled.
"You wouldn't lie to me yeah?"
"What's with the twenty questions Puck? Spill."
Puck looked around the room and took a deep breath and decided to call his sister out, "Do you have a thing for Brittany?" He asked straight out and bluntly.
Fuck, Santana said internally to herself. "What makes you say that?"
"It's obvious." He just shrugged as if it were nothing.
"I-I don't have feelings for Brittany." Santana said but it sounded more like she was trying to convince herself rather than Puck.
"Cut the bullshit sis." Santana flinched at Puck's aggressive behaviour, "I saw you look at her during Glee. You look at her with the same face you have when you're making music." He said pointing towards her equipment, "You have that same smile when you finish making the perfect mix. The same smile when mami and papi told you that they support your dream to produce music. It's the same smile you have when you look at Brittany. Why can't you see that deep down you like her?"
"Because Noah…" The use of his full name meant that this conversation was more serious than their usual banter, "I just can't."
"You can't or you won't? It's there Santana I can see it."
"She's your best friend." Like that was really a legitimate excuse.
"Better you than someone I don't know." He shrugged.
"She's too young."
"Only by four years. Mami and Papi are six years apart." For every excuse Santana had, Puck had a rebuttal. For every silence Puck filled it in with his words. "I think the only problem is you just can't accept that deep down you have feelings for Brittany."
"Puck you don't even know that she's attracted to females."
"I have an older sister who's an amazing actress and managed to fool her parents into thinking she was straight for three years." Santana scrunched her eyebrows, "I knew you were a lesbian when you were sixteen sis. My gaydar is amazing." Puck said with a smile.
"Shut up." Santana smiled and playfully pushed her brother.
"Brittany's struggling, I can tell. Maybe you should help her out…then maybe you can tell her everything." He shrugged and looked down at the ground.
"Who's this new Noah where's my squirrel boy brother?" Santana joked as she ruffled her brother's hair.
"I just want to see you happy." He gave her a perfected Lopez smirk that had the Latina feeling proud of her little brother.
"With a smirk like that of course I'm happy."
As Puck moved to leave the room he felt his sister grip his wrist, "Thanks Puck."
"Anytime sis."
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The Cheerios move through their routine flawlessly and for the first time Santana didn't have a reason to yell at them. About time she thought.
"Ok, for once that was good. Now this is how the last part is going to be. Girls in the front I just need you do this simple move." Santana instructed before demonstrating the small section for the squad. She did a few simple stunts before landing perfectly.
Brittany kept her eyes trained on the captain and felt her heart race as she watched Santana's skirt flow through the air as she moved. She watched as the Latina gave off a sexy smirk as she landed. She continued to stare even when Santana began instructing the girls in the front.
Quinn stood next to her friend and watched as Brittany's attention remained on the Latina even if what she was saying didn't apply to the dancer. She watched as Brittany's eyes continued to follow Santana without fault. She nudged Brittany and even that didn't catch the dancer's attention. Her attention was too heavily focused on the captain.
"Yeah, just work on it and we'll be set." Santana said to the cheerleaders, "Ok, everyone take a quick five minute break. I'm going to grab the coach soon and show her the finalised routine. Don't suck!" She threatened before jogging towards her bag for a quick drink.
Brittany sauntered towards her bag and pulled out her bottle and took a swig out of her water.
"Looks like you've got a lady crush on the captain." Quinn teased as she joined Brittany by their bags.
The young dancer's eyes shot open and she practically spat out her water in surprise, "What?" She asked nervously.
"I saw you checking her out during practise. Didn't know you felt that way." Quinn chuckled lightly heartedly.
"I'm not gay!" Brittany whispered loudly, "I'm not!" She yelled out loud which caught Santana's attention who was just about to run off the field to get Coach Sylvester.
"Brittany, relax." Quinn said as she tried to calm her down, "I was kidding."
"Sorry." Brittany apologised quietly and brought her bottle to her lips. The two stood in silence and waited for Santana to return with their coach.
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It was like old times with Brittany waiting vigilantly for parents by the steps of McKinley once again. Santana walked out the doors and took a seat next to the dancer much like she did the months prior.
"Want to tell me what happen during practise?" Santana asked.
"What do you mean?" Brittany asked, pretending to be oblivious to the Latina's question.
"That little outburst. What happened?"
The young dancer looked down at her shoes and moved them as she thought of words to explain herself.
"It's cool Brittany you can tell me. I won't judge or say anything to anyone. You got my word on that. Who knows…I may be able to help."
Brittany took a breath and just as she was about to open her mouth to speak her mom rolled up next to her. She looked up and saw her mom waving towards her. She turned and looked at the Latina before getting up from her seat.
Santana could see she was about to open up so she grabbed her arm hastily, "How about we hang out today after dinner? I'll pick you up later tonight?" She asked the dancer.
"Ok. Seven?" Brittany said quietly and jumped into her car when Santana nodded a confirmation and waved.
Santana watched the car drive out of sight and slowly made her way towards her own car.
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Santana had taken Brittany to the same place where she'd saved her from Artie that night, the same night Brittany kissed her. She knew that the young dancer would feel uneasy about it but she made a promise that nothing bad would happen. It was one of her favourite places to think and let loose. She hoped that it'd become Brittany's as well.
"I like to come out here to clear my head." Santana told the dancer as she pushed the button that retracted the roof. She pulled her seat back and grabbed her laptop from the backseat, "I always come here to work on my music."
Brittany watched as Santana turned to her with a smile, "Can…can I listen to some of your stuff?" She asked hesitantly.
"Yeah, sure let me set it up." Santana turned on the laptop and selected a soft instrumental song that she'd composed the year before during the period of time that she ran away.
"I wrote this when I ran away from home." She confessed.
"You..ran away?"
"Yeah, for a month or so. I had problems with the family and just up and left. It was too hard for me to stay."
"Is that why Puck refused to leave the house last year?"
"Yeah…I chose to run away rather than talk about my problems." Santana admitted and let the soft melody ring through the air.
"Is this your way of getting me to talk?" Brittany asked.
"Is it working?" Santana gave a small smile.
"Maybe…I'm just confused…"
"About?"
Brittany looked around and noticed that the stars were out and they seemed to be shining brighter than she'd ever seen them. She never realised how amazing the view from their spot was. She could see all the lights of Lima shining through the darkness. Sure it was no New York but it was still a heavenly sight, the small town's lights shining brightly through the night sky.
"It's just I'm not normal." Brittany forced the words out of her mouth.
"How so?" Santana asked as softly as she could. She didn't want to push the girl too far.
"It's just…I find myself looking…" She paused for a second. The next she was about to say was far too difficult to say.
"It's ok taking your time."
Brittany took a deep breath and mustered all the courage she could, "I find myself looking at girls, thinking about girls the way I should be thinking about guys." She admitted, "I don't know if I'm…you know. All I know is that I'm not normal." She admitted and began to sob quietly.
"Hey, hey." Santana said as she lifted the young dancer's chin, "If you're not normal…then I sure as hell aren't either." She said with a small smile.
"What?"
"What is the definition of normal? Way I see it there's no such thing. There's nothing wrong with liking girls…I mean I like girls, they're pretty awesome and sexy." Santana saw the confused look on Brittany's face and decided to elaborate further, "What I'm trying to say is you're not alone. I know how confusing it can be. I spent a few years trying to come to terms with it. Hell only just last year I told my parents I was a lesbian."
"You are?" Brittany asked slightly stunned at the announcement.
"I thought you knew? That's why you kissed me." Santana chuckled lightly.
"Actually…I hadn't thought about it at the time." The younger girl admitted.
"Oh…well…yeah…I'm a lesbian…now you know and I can say if you are a lesbian or bisexual it doesn't matter. Being straight doesn't mean you're 'normal' whatever your orientation is it doesn't matter. Ultimately what matters is that you know who you are."
"But I don't know who I am."
"You're Brittany S. Pierce, gifted dancer, genius and a kick ass cheerleader. That's who you are Brittany…"
"Thanks Santana." Brittany sniffled and wiped away her tears.
An idea crossed Santana's mind and she quickly turned her engine on and manoeuvred her car so that it was no reverse parked and no longer facing the city.
"What are you doing?" Brittany asked as Santana flipped on her head lights and got out of the car.
"You Brittany are going to dance with me." She said with a smile and opened the passenger's seat with her palm outstretched, waiting for Brittany to take it.
"San." Brittany half whined.
"Oh come on. I know how much you love to dance. Come on, teach me that tango."
Brittany gave her a smile and happily took the hand and allowed the Latina to lead her towards the headlights. The young dancer lead them through the dance which had the Latina's throat feeling dry as she felt her body pushed up against Brittany's. There it was again, that feeling she always felt when Brittany danced. She pulled away from the dancer and looked at her straight in the eyes.
"Can you dance for me?" Santana asked as she pulled away.
"I don't have music." Brittany whispered.
"Just dance to your own beat, your own music."
The young dancer nodded and closed her eyes as she imagined music being played and allowed her body take over. She moved through the air in complete silence, ignoring the world completely. All she could hear was the music in her mind that was driving her movements. Then for a brief second she swore she could hear that same music ringing through her ears. She thought it was just her body falling into one of its usual dancing comas where she often mistook the songs in her head to be real.
Suddenly she heard the beats changing and that's when she realised her song was playing through the air, not just in her head. She opened her eyes and saw Santana sitting on the hood of her car with her laptop open as she furiously tapped on the keys. It was almost as if Santana created that music just for her dancing. It felt like Santana tapped into her mind and heard the music herself.
Every time her movements change so did the music. The feeling was out of this world, the way Santana managed to match the music to her every moment. The way it seemed to meld together. Finally she stopped and continued to stare at Santana as she breathed heavily.
"That was beautiful." Santana told the out of breath dancer as she closed her laptop and slid off the hood of the car before throwing it into her backseat.
"How'd you do that?" Brittany asked, referring to Santana's ability to match the music to her dance.
"I don't know…but I think I may have found what was wrong with my previous work."
"What was that?" Brittany asked, moving closer towards the passenger's seat, opposite to where the Latina was standing.
"I didn't have you."
"You didn't have me?"
"You're my inspiration." Santana admitted. She slowly walked around to where Brittany was.
Brittany had the door opened and was about to step in when the Latina grabbed her wrist slowly. She watched as Santana stared into her eyes, into her soul.
"You're my inspiration, Bright eyes." The Latina repeated and raised her hand to caress the young dancer's cheek with her thumb.
Time slowed down as Santana slowly inched forward, their lips mere millimetres away from each other, and their breaths mixing in with each other. As Santana leant and connected her lips softly with the girl who inspired her music.
A/N: Hope the pace wasn't too fast. I was starting to get a little impatient as well, lol. Did you guys see what I did with that? Notice the similarities between Chapter.7 and Chapter.10 with the kiss? Yes, Santana just kissed Brittany here.
Next update will hopefully be in a few days. I'll try and whip out an update ASAP
Any mistakes I apologize. I was meant to update it last night but my friend really needed some support so I was out all of last night and was too tired because after seeing my friend my other friend wanted me to take her to the illegal races, which I did before taking her home. Then I let my other friend drive my car back to her place even though...it's not allowed since she's on her L's hehe. Just got back from my highschool friend's birthday dinner so I'll fix up the mistakes tomorrow (:
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You can head up to my tumblr to check out my rendition of Naya Rivera's 'Smooth Criminal' outfit. Mind you I was piss drunk that night. I drunk called my friends and even started hitting on one of them. I think I ended up saying something between the lines, "You so pretty. You can call me up anytime bebe." then she told me to go to sleep and I started arguing saying that if my wingman was in the room he wouldn't make me go to sleep. I get whiny/flirty when I'm drunk...Katy Perry's song 'Last Friday Night' was freakishly accurate about my birthday cept it was Last Tuesday Night...There was a pounding in my head etc etc.
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