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Chapter 9
Santana POV
I spent hours talking to Brittany on the phone yesterday. I didn't even get up until gone noon, just because I didn't want to stop talking to her. I could listen to her voice forever. Its so soothing and soft… like her lips. Oh god, her lips. They may be thin, but so soft! I feel like I'm already addicted to them.
When we eventually hung up – at 1:30pm, and that was only because her mom was forcing her to go shopping with her before the phone bill grew twice the size it already was – I spent the rest of the day doing the homework I couldn't do the day before. (What with my freaking out about my date with Brittany). It was so boring, and I just couldn't keep my mind away from blue orbs of heaven.
Now its Monday. And I'm at my locker, unloading books from my arms to the metal shelf. Just as I'm placing the last book away, I feel slightly cold hands cover my eyes, and I jump a little in surprise.
"Get the hell off me, asshole! This face ain't for putting your grubby little hands all up on!" I say, anger clearly evident in my voice.
The hands retract immediately and I spin around in my place to see who dared to touch me. I feel regret instantly cover me completely when I see Brittany's scared and watery expression.
"I'm sorry San. I didn't mean to make you mad, I just wanted to surprise you. I'm sorry, please don't yell again," Britt pleads with me, a few tears threatening to escape her wide, afraid eyes.
"No, Britt, I'm so sorry. I didn't realise it was you. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. Please, god, please don't cry. I'm sorry," I ramble off my apologies and I wrap my arms tight around her. "I'm sorry," I whisper one last time as I feel her slender arms wrap around my body.
"It's ok San. I'm sorry I made you yell," Brittany replied, hugging tighter.
I feel a few tears spring to my own eyes at the sound of her strained voice. "I wouldn't have yelled if I had known it was you. I was just taken off guard, that's all. I happy you surprised me."
Brittany pulled back to look at me. "Really?" she asks in a shy voice, a small smile pulling at her lips.
"Yeah, I am. I'm happy to see you," I say in return, and place a small peck on her cheek, which instantly causes it to turn a light shade of pink. I can't help but giggle at her cuteness. "Come on, you. We've got to get to Spanish. You wont learn nothing if you ain't there, chica!" I tell her. She giggles, and I turn to grab my Spanish books with a smile before walking down the hallway with her, towards our only shared lesson.
"San, I'm confused. What does this mean?" Brittany turns her attention away from the textbook and towards me, as I shift in my seat a little to look at her work.
"Ok Britt-Britt. Instead of just telling you, how about you read it to me first, so we can check your pronunciation, and then we can see if you can translate it. After that, if there is anything else you don't understand, we can have a look ok?" I ask softly. When I don't receive an answer, I look to my left, and see her looking at me intently, a content smile gracing her beautiful features. I feel myself blush a little under her intense gaze. "What?" I ask in a whisper. She just shakes her head, and returns to her work, ready to start reading.
It leaves me a little confused, but I just shrug and turn as well to listen to Brittany as she reads.
Her pronunciation has gotten quite a bit better to be fair. I still have to correct her on a few words, but apart from that, she doesn't have much trouble. I've helped her as much as I can the past couple of weeks. In Spanish class and during free periods too. I'm really proud of how well she's been doing.
After she finished, she smiled widely at me, and I couldn't stop myself from doing to same to her. "Great Britt. Now see if your can translate it," I tell her, and her smile fades instantly.
"I, uh, I can't do that Santana. I can't translate it, I'm so stu-"
"No! You're not stupid, don't say that Britt," I tell her in a stern voice. God, I hate it when she says that.
"Sorry," she whispers, lowering her head and letting that cute pout come to the surface.
I grab her right hand with my left, and use my index finger on my other hand to raise her chin, so I'm looking directly into her blue orbs. "I'll help you, ok?"
She nods, and smiles a little, causing me to do the same. I squeeze her hand and we both return our attention to the book.
I was walking down the hall at lunch, after my 5th period lesson, when I feel a presence behind me. I turn around in my spot to find blue eyes, smiling widely at me.
"Hey, Britt!" I say with a smile of my own.
"Hi! Can I ask you something?" she asks with a tilt of her head.
"Course you can. What's up?" I inquire as she walks with me down the corridor.
"Um, I was wondering, if, uh, you wanted to maybe, um, join glee club with me?" She looks really nervous about my answer.
Glee club? Doesn't that involve singing, and dancing, and being nice to people?
"Uh, I'm not sure Britt. It's not really my scene," I tell her, sadly only adding to her frowning expression.
"Oh, ok. That's alright. Doesn't matter. I'll see you later, yeah?" she asks, not even looking up at me.
"Hey, just let me maybe think about yeah?" Seriously, how was I gunna resist that pout? Come on!
And that smiles back! She nods furiously as she answers. "Yeah, ok. Do you wanna come have lunch with me?" she asks, instantly going all shy again.
I can't stop myself from giggling at her antics. This girl is just too cute. "I'd love to have lunch with you, Britt."
She smiles again and grabs my arm, pulling me the rest of the way down the hall, towards the cafeteria.
As we finish getting our lunch from the line, Brittany directs me towards a group of people at one of the round, red tables. Stepping in front of it, Brittany begins to introduce me to all of them.
Rachel, the short, brown haired girl with a large beak.
Kurt, the pale, very gay looking guy.
Mercedes, she's looking pretty cool. Very diva-ish. Is that even a word? Oh well, now it is.
Artie, four-eyes in a wheelchair.
And Puck. The one with a squirrel stuck to his head.
What an interesting group of people.
"Guys, this is Santana Lopez."
Mohawk raises an eyebrow as he blatantly checks me out. "Well hello there Lopez. How's a fine piece of ass such as yourself doing on this beautiful day?"
Scoffing, I turn to him with disgust. "Save it, meathead. I'm not interested."
He doesn't seem fazed by me brushing him off. "Please, everybody is interested in the Puckasaurus. Just give it some time, and you'll come running for me," he flirts, badly might I add, and sends a disgusting wink my way.
My face screws up. "Gross," I say, only loud enough for Brittany to hear, and I earn a little giggle from her.
After that horrible encounter is over with, Britt and I sit down at the table to eat out lunch. The 20 minutes we spent there weren't exactly pleasant. Turns out Rachel's mouth is just as big as her nose. Kurt kept complimenting my chose of clothing, and Puck wouldn't stop flirting with me the entire time we were there.
I get that these are Brittany's friends, but they are a little bit – ok, a lot – overwhelming. Especially all at once.
It wasn't long until the topic of glee club came up. And I wasn't surprised when Rachel was the one to speak of it.
"So, Santana, have you considered joining the glee club? All of us are in it, as well as a few others, and we can always use more back-up for me," she said with a sickeningly-sweet grin. Dude! Stuck up much?
"Um, I've been thinking about it, yeah," I replied, glancing briefly at Brittany to see a smile on her face.
"Well, if you need any help with your vocals, or breathing techniques, I'll be happy help."
I just nod uncomfortably. "Uh, yeah, thanks."
When the bell rang, I quickly gathered my stuff and turned to Brittany. "Want me to walk you to your next class?" I ask.
She blushes and smiles wide. "Yeah, ok." She got her stuff together too and we said goodbye to the others before walking off together.
"Your friends are, um, nice," I tell her.
"I could see how uncomfortable you were. They are great people, really. They can just be very overwhelming when you first meet them." It's like she can read my mind. "And I also apologise for Rachel. She's like that. And it doesn't really change, she'll always like that, so you'll just have to get used to it," she says, before lowering her head and voice. "That is if you decide to join."
I feel my heart clench. "Hey, I said I'll think about it didn't I?" She nods. "Ok. Now what class you got?"
Brittany's POV
Its been a few since I asked Santana to join glee club. She hasn't really said anything since then, but she said on Monday that she would think about it, and that's enough for me. But now it's Thursday, and nothings happened.
I'm sat in glee club now, we've only just started. We are all currently waiting for Mr Schue to arrive, so I'm chatting to Kurt.
"How are you and Blaine doing, Kurtie?" I ask him.
"He's so amazing. He asked me out like 5 minutes ago. It was over the phone, but still. I like to believe he was too shy to ask in person," Kurt says with a huge smile on his face.
"Kurt! That's awesome!" I exclaim and throw my arms around him to hug in celebration. "When are you-"
My question was cut short when Mr Schue entered the room with an announcement.
"Hey guys! So listen, we have a possibility of a new member today, she's come to audition. So, Rachel, please be nice!"
It couldn't be? Is it?
Before I know it, Santana is walking into the room, hands being rung in front of her. It takes her a few seconds to meet my eyes, but she smiles as soon as she sees me.
"Uh, hi." She looks really nervous, which I'm actually really surprised about. "I'm going to sing one of my favourite songs. So, uh, yeah."
I remember her telling me on our date last Saturday that she really enjoys singing, so I honestly couldn't wait to hear her.
The instrument started, and Santana started singing.
He left no time to regret
Kept his lips wet
With his same old safe bet
Wow, she's… she's… Amazing! And that raspy voice. So sexy!
Me and my head high
And my tears dry
Get on without my guy
She looks at me and I smile at her to let her know she's doing awesome.
You went back from what you knew
So far removed
From all that we went through.
And I tread a troubled track
My odds are stacked
I'll go back to black
I can see how her expression changes slightly when she moves onto the chorus. The amount of passion she puts into it is written all over her face.
We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I'll go back to
I'll go back to us
I loved you much
Its not enough
You love blow and I love puff
And life is like a pipe
And I'm a tiny penny rolling up the walls inside.
I take my eyes off of her for only a second, just to get a look at the others impressions. Pretty much everybody is impressed. And I say 'pretty much everybody' because that does not include Rachel. I mean, yeah, I can tell she knows Santana has a good voice, but I can also tell she's gunna have a good rip at her after her performance for all the reason why Santana's voice isn't as good as hers.
Looking back at Santana, I focus on the rest of the song.
We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I'll go back to
We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I'll go back to black.
As the final keys dies down, we all jump to our feet and applaud Santana. I fly down from my seat and grab her in a massive hug. "San! That was amazing! I love your voice," I tell her, and I can feel her huge smile against my shoulder. I pull back to smile at her.
Rachel looks like she's about to talk, but Mr Schue interrupts her before it happens.
"Santana, that really was great. You have an unusual voice. And I think speak for everyone when I say…" he gestures round to everybody else in the room. And all at once we say;
"Welcome to glee club!"
Hope you enjoyed the chapter guys. I tried to get it down as quickly as possible.
Now though, I have a question for you all! Would you like me to write the date scene when Brittany takes Santana out, or should I skip it? It's up to you lot.
Lemme know!