So sorry i haven't updated in a while, i've been working and i was busy... but this chapter is longer!
And today i heard the news about Cory Monteith... it's just so sad. My thoughts are with Lea, his friends, his family and all the fans. RIP Cory.
Brittany was woken up by the familiar sound of her alarm clock. Usually, she hated mornings, she hated waking up early to go to school so she would wake up moody, even if that was not like the normal cheery Brittany. But today was different; the blonde woke up with a smile. It probably had a lot to due with the fact that she totally made out with Santana last night. She knew she should get out of bed and get ready, but she couldn't stop smiling and rerunning yesterday through her mind. She'd picture making out with Santana all the time, but this time she pictured it real. Because it was real.
It was real. It really happened.
Brittany could still taste Santana. She could still feel her lips on hers. She could still hear the light moans that had escaped their mouths. She could still feel Santana. But she knew she was going to be late, and so she opened her eyes and Santana was gone. Well not gone, she still couldn't stop thinking about her. She can never stop thinking about her. Somehow, to Brittany, Santana is always there.
When she was finally dressed and ready to go, she sat down and starred at her phone. She was waiting for Santana to let her know they're leaving for school. She kinda feared the car ride to school would be super awkward, but she didn't really care as long as she'll be with her. Finally a message popped up, and Brittany's heart skipped a beat when it saw that it said 'Santana'.
'let's go'
She felt a hint of disappointment that Santana sent a message instead of calling, but she realized that it would be kind of stupid if she'd have to call every day for the same thing. So Brittany happily hit the reply button and typed in:
'coming'
She was really tempted to add in a winky face just to throw Santana off, but she decided against it. She'll have enough time to tease the Latina when they're alone in the car.
When Brittany stepped out of her house, Santana was already backed out of her driveway, sitting in the running car in front of her house. The blonde headed there and got in. The first thing she noticed was that Santana was gripping super tightly onto the steering wheel so that her knuckles were white. Well technically the first thing she noticed were Santana's boobs because that shirt was definitely not good at hiding them. The second thing was that Santana was not so subtle at the fact that she was trying really hard to avoid any eye contact with Brittany.
Ohh Santana, I will get you to look at me. I have my ways.
Brittany smirked then started off slowly, "Hey there".
"Hey" Santana was still looking out the front windshield, not bothering to look at the blonde next to her.
Nice and easy now.
"I had fun making out with you last night."
Nice going Brittany! I said nice and easy!
Santana didn't say anything in return; she just widened her eyes and started driving. Brittany mentally face palmed herself.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to bring it up like that but I'm not lying I really liked it and I know you did too even if you're pretty much ignoring me now and I know you're nervous because you're almost breaking the steering wheel with your death grip on it and now I'm babbling so sorry." Brittany looked at Santana, expecting her to react but it seemed as if she didn't even flinch. The blonde sighed and looked out her window instead, as hard as it was for her since she would much prefer starring at the girl sitting next to her.
When they pulled up at the school parking lot, Brittany had already given up on trying to get Santana to acknowledge her, so she went to open her door. However, the Latina beat her and pressed the button that locks all the car doors. Brittany jumped a little at the noise, because the whole car ride was silent and she wasn't ready for that. She turned and faced Santana, just to find out she was still not looking at her. She waited a few moments, but when Santana didn't say anything she snapped.
"Look if you're not gonna talk to me I may as well go so I won't be late for class." She turned to unlock the door but froze when she heard a loud 'no wait' coming from her side. She turned once again to face Santana, and was met by big brown orbs piercing into her blue eyes.
"I- I'm sorry." Santana blurted out. Brittany gave her an un-amused look and prompted her to go on. "I'm sorry I ignored you."
"Yeah well you're getting good at apologizing Santana, but you're not really getting good at not being mean to me."
"I know. This is just all really weird for me… and… I don't know, I'm just sorry that I seem to take it out on you… even though you totally don't deserve it!" Santana added quickly, reassuring Brittany.
"Well that apology did sound sincere… so I'll forgive you. But please try harder at not being a bitch!" she teased.
"You think I was being a bitch now? You clearly haven't seen Santana Lopez in action!" Santana laughed.
Oh I'd like to see Santana Lopez in action. With me…
"Come on, we're going to be late for class."
Brittany was writing out things in her geography notebook, (okay well technically she wasn't writing she was drawing) when a note in the shape of a heart slid onto her notebook. She looked over at Santana, but she was looking forward at the teacher, but Brittany could sense a hint of a smirk tugging the Latina's lips. She opened the note and read:
If it's any conciliation, I really liked making out with you too.
Brittany could suddenly feel butterflies going crazy in her stomach and her heart starting to beat at crazy race. She broke into a goofy smile before writing a note back saying
Glad to hear it! I'd love to do it again… But what does conciliation mean?
In Spanish class, Brittany was sitting next to Quinn.
"Who was it?" Quinn suddenly asked which made Brittany snap out of her daydreams about a certain brunette and turn to face Quinn with a confused look.
"Who was what?"
"You seem extra happy today, which is hard for you to do since somehow you're always smiling. So I figured, it must be someone and not something. So who did you hook up with?" Brittany's color washed out of her face. She really wanted to tell Quinn, and maybe even get advice from her. But she wouldn't do that to Santana.
Oh crap. Do I lie? Do I just say nothing?
Apparently, Quinn noticed the blonde's weird reaction and widened her eyes. "It was Puck wasn't it? And to think just yesterday he told me he wouldn't! That pig! Why do I even like him-"
"No, no! Q, I promise it wasn't him!"
It wasn't even a him.
"Well then who was it?" Quinn looked at the taller blonde with narrow eyes.
"i- I can't really tell you. If it was up to me I would! But I can't… But I promise you it wasn't Puck and I promise once I can tell people, you'll be the first to know!" Quinn had a very suspicious look on her face.
"Fine."
"Oh they have spaghetti today!" Brittany said cheerily.
"Girl, who needs spaghetti when they have potater tots?" Mercedes chimed in from behind them. Once they reached the cafeteria, Brittany took a tray with spaghetti and a bottle of chocolate milk and headed for the gleek's table.
It must be my lucky day.
She smirked to herself as she took a seat right in front of Santana. The Latina greeted her with a smile and a 'Hey there' but then turned back and continued her argument with Rachel. Everyone was busy eating and chatting, when Brittany got a brilliant idea. She thanked the gods that she came with flipflops, and that Santana decided to wear shorts. She took off her flipflops under the table, and very gently skimmed Santana's calf with her bare foot. Santana didn't really budge, she probably thought someone else accidently did that.
Time to be a little less subtle…
Thankfully, Brittany has super long legs, which allowed her to bring her foot up under the table, and glide it on the back of Santana's thigh. Santana definitely noticed this time. She stopped mid sentence, and bit her lip.
"Santana, are you alright?" Rachel asked in a worried tone. Santana just nodded then quickly turned to face the blonde who was smirking at her. Brittany just gave her an innocent looked and mouthed a 'what?'. Santana turned her attention back to Rachel, but Brittany kept gliding her foot all over Santana's legs. She was just looking at Santana's face which honestly, was the funniest thing ever. Rachel was blabbering about something and Santana was looking at her, lips pursed in, eyebrows raised high. If that face didn't scream 'sexually frustrated' then Brittany didn't know what did. Every time Brittany's foot would climb up a little higher Santana would take a large inhale. Every so often Santana would sneak a glance at Brittany that yelled 'stop' but the blonde's smirk just grew.
"I have to go to the bathroom" Santana suddenly stood up.
"Oh what coincidence, I do too!" Brittany followed. Everyone at the table looked over with weird expressions but soon went back to their conversations. Quinn decided to stand up and tell them to hold on because she also has to go.
Uggh Quinn you're an awesome friend, but seriously?
After a comment from Puck, something about him joining the three girls, they went to the bathroom. Quinn entered the first available stall and the two other girls quickly turned to face each other.
Santana whispered so that Quinn won't be able to hear. "Britt, you can't do that!"
"Why not?" Brittany smirked and took a step closer to the Latina, placing her hands on her hips. Santana was looking into the blonde's blue eyes so it took her a second to compose an answer.
"Because! You can't just get me worked up like that in school when everyone's around! That's not fair!" Brittany was about to get out a 'make me' but they jumped at the sound of a toilet flushing, getting some space between them just in time for when Quinn walked out of the stall. She darted her eyes from Santana to Brittany, before narrowing her eyes and heading for the sink.
"Didn't you girls say you needed to use the toilet? Or did you just need to come in the bathroom and stand?" Both girls widened their eyes before letting out a 'oh yeah' and 'right' and each going into a stall. Quinn was totally confused.
That was close. But to be honest, I don't think it would be so bad if Quinn knew… Well she might already even know now because we're so damn subtle…
It was the last class and Brittany was just about to pack up to go home when she received a text from Rachel.
Emergency Glee Club meeting in the choir room. Mr. Shue and I are expecting everyone to be there no later than 3pm if we want to win sectionals! See you soon Gleeks!
Brittany sighed, because now she had to wait even longer to be alone with Santana, but at least this way maybe she'll get to hear Santana's perfect voice again. When she arrived at the choir room everyone was there except for Finn, Puck and Artie.
"Where are all the boys?" Rachel asked.
"Umm excuse me! Blaine and I are here!" Kurt objected
"I'm sorry Porcelain, but I'm having trouble accepting the fact that you and Curly McBowties over here are in fact a part of the male specimen." Santana stated coolly, making everyone snicker and giggle.
"Oh shut it Satan!" Kurt rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. Blaine rubbed his back and shot Santana an angry look. She just mumbled a whatever. Thankfully Puck and Finn who was rolling Artie walked in the room and took a seat.
"Where were you? It's already 3:07! Do you guys even want to win Sectionals? Really Finn, I'm disappointed in you! You're supposed to be a leader for good, not influencing them to be late!"
"Okay Rachel that's enough. Thanks for joining us guys." Mr. Schue walked in front of the piano.
Does he wear anything besides vests? And wow his hair is even worse than Blaine's!
"So we need to decide on a setlist for Sectionals. I'm open to suggestions, but I think we should start off with a ballad, then a solo and a group number." Everyone agreed. "Rachel and Finn, you guys are up for a ballad right?" They both nodded. "Alright, so now we need a song that Rachel can take the lead part, and then a group number."
"Wait why does Rachel get all the parts?" Brittany asked.
"Well, you only joined this club Brittany, but Rachel is our star performer and we usually highlight her talent because that way we will have a bigger chance of winning!"
"But personally, I think there are many more talented people in this room, other than Rachel. She can do the ballad thingy, but someone else should do the solo…"
"And who do you think that should be?" Mr. Schue was starting to get annoyed.
"Well… uh- think it should be Santana." Everyone turned to the blonde, then to Santana. The Latina's cheeks were slowly turning a shade of pink. "Well I mean, I heard her sing and I just think she has a really amazing and unique voice… I definitely think the judges will love it." Mr. Schue looked from the blonde, to Santana and then back to the blonde.
"How many of you think she has a point?" Quinn quickly raised her hand and winked at Santana. Puck followed.
"She really does have a unique voice, as much as it's painful to admit" Mercedes said as she raised her hand. Tina and Mike did too, somehow exactly at the same time. Rachel was scowling at everyone. Blaine and Artie decided to raise their hand too.
"Okay, well looks like Santana is taking the solo!" Santana was having a rough time trying to hide her smile. She looked over at Brittany who was just smiling back at her.
"Thanks everyone. But you know what's an even a better idea? While I sing, Brittany should dance. Well, Mike can too. It would be really awesome now that we have two amazing dancers in the club…" Santana suggested. Everyone quickly agreed and said it was a great idea. After a debate, they decided the song that Santana will sing will be Valerie.
Santana and Brittany got into the car.
"Thanks for doing that."
"Doing what?" Brittany stated innocently. Santana rolled her eyes and nudged the blonde.
"You know! Suggesting me for a solo and stuff…"
"I was just saying what I thought! Your voice is so much better than Rachel's! Yours is so raspy and vibrant and special and- perfect." Santana blushed once again.
Score.
"Well you're an amazing dancer so it'll be awesome if I sing and you dance…"
"Well I'll be dancing with Mike, so try not to get too jealous!"
"Pffft, Me? Jealous of you and boy Chang? Please." Santana rolled her eyes and started the car. Once they arrived and Santana pulled in her driveway, they stepped out of the car.
"Hey you wanna maybe come over for a bit?" Brittany gathered up the courage and asked. Santana smiled sadly and replied with a
"I'd love to Britt, but I promised my mom I'll help her with something…"
If this was any other person Brittany would've thought they were lying and just making up excuses. But she could see the sincerity in Santana, and she knew the Latina was actually being honest.
"Oh that's okay… I'll just have to get rid of my teenage hormones some other way." She teased and then threw in a wink. Santana blushed for the third time in a short period. Brittany was really getting good at making the other girl blush.
Brittany was just browsing the internet on her laptop when she heard her phone buzzing. She picked it up and saw that Quinn was calling.
"Hello?"
"Hey Brittany…" Quinn sounded suspicious. She said Britt's name in a high voice and stretched out the vowels as if she knew something the blonde didn't.
"Hey Quinn…" Brittany replied mimicking Quinn.
"So…"
"So?"
"it's Santana!" Quinn suddenly yelled in an overly excited voice. Brittany's heart skipped a beat when she heard the name.
"What's Santana?" She asked innocently.
"Remember Spanish class? I grilled you about why you seemed so happy… it's Santana! You like Santana!"
Shit.
"I don't know what you're talking about…"
"Oh come on! In the bathroom… in glee practice! Come on it's obvious! Plus I remember you told me that you hooked up with girls in your old school!" Brittany didn't reply. "I knew it! Hold on okay I'm coming over now and you're spilling all the details." Quinn hung up the phone before Brittany had a chance to reply.
Oh boy. What am I going to tell her?