New chapter! It's longer than the last one and wayyy more fun to write. Question: Who do you want Quinn to end up with? And do you want me to write more about a certain character or change the POV for a chapter? Tell me what you want to happen or what you don't want to happen in the future.
Its 7:45 and I'm freaking out. Santana will be over in fifteen minutes and I'm still not ready. I feel like throwing up because I'm so nervous. I've known the girl for what, a week, yet she already makes me feel like this. What if she realizes she doesn't actually like me? What if we get caught? Santana will probably never talk to me again. And the girls in her house, they'd torture her for-
"BOO!"
"Jesus Santana! You need to stop doing that!" I was too lost in my own thoughts that I didn't hear Santana creeping up behind me. As I try to control my breathing I look over her and see that she is wearing shorts with loose top.
"But you're so cute when I scare you." Santana titters as blood rushes to my cheeks. "What movie are we watching?" She asks. To be honest, I don't really care what movie we watch, as long as I get to spend time with Santana.
Pointing to my laptop I say, "I haven't chosen one yet. You can choose." She goes over to the laptop on my bed and sits down; scrolling through the endless amounts of movies that Jamie sent me ages ago. Jamie. I wonder if she's opened my letter or if she even got it. My mom could have found it before her and hid it, that's something she would do.
In the letter I didn't tell her anything about what is happening to me, just that I'm safe and happy and that they shouldn't worry about Quinn or me.
"What's this one?" I sit beside Santana on the bed and look at the one she is pointing to.
"The 100? That's a TV show, it's really good. We can watch it if you want?" I remember Quinn and I binge watched the show in two days when we found it. I'd rank it in my top 5 favourite TV shows ever. Santana nods and moves until her back is against the headboard. I copy her movements and set the laptop on my legs so we can both see the screen, but there is a glare coming from the window. "Could you close the curtains?" I ask her as she is sitting closest to them.
"Sure." Santana twists her body to the side, grabbing one of the curtains and pulling it across making the room get darker. As she is leaning over her top rises up slightly revealing a patch of skin with a small tattoo on it. The tattoo is around the same size as the one on my hand, but only hers is an arrow pointing upwards. Santana turns and sees me looking. "It means worrier." She says running her finger over the small marking. "It appeared when I was pretty young; you should have seen my parents. They freaked out." A chuckle escapes her mouth at the memory. "What's yours?"
I remove the gloves Artie gave me and lift my hand up showing Santana the small circle with three lines through it. She takes my hand and brings it closer to her face to get a better look at it. "It means power," Her breath tickles my hand as she talks, "Not many people have it. No one that I know, actually." I have no idea what that's supposed to mean, but I hope it isn't bad. She drops my hand clicks the play button on my laptop, causing the show to start.
Ten minutes in to the first episode I feel Santana shift faintly. Her head lowers onto my shoulder and because I'm taller than her, it's at a comfortable angle. I can't help but let the butterflies go lose in my stomach, although it's not from nerves, it's from happiness. She lets out a small content sigh and snuggles closer into my body.
A bang at my door woke me from a light sleep. I look at the time on my laptop and see its only 10:30. How long had I been sleeping? An arm tightens its grip around my waist and I see that Santana has move down on the bed and has her arm draped over me. She looks so cute sleeping, letting out tiny snores that are hard to hear.
Another bang comes from the door and I suddenly realise that someone is knocking it. Shit. They can't come in here. I shake Santana's arm to try and wake her, but all I get in response is a groan. "Santana..." I whisper. Another knock. "Santana." I say again louder. Her eyes begin to open and she brings a hand up to wipe them.
"What time is-" I put my hand over her mouth and hold a finger to my lips, signalling for her to be quite. Her eyes widen and she sits up.
"Britt, open up!" The voice shouts from behind the door and I notice that it's Rachel.
"Just a second!" I yell back, hoping that she doesn't walk in. I pull Santana up off the bed and motion for her to go into the bathroom. She quietly scampers over to the door of the bathroom and opens it, sneaking inside closing it just as Rachel walks in.
"Hey, sorry I thought you couldn't hear me."
"Nope... um was there something you wanted?" I ask, trying not to sound rude.
Rachel comes further into my room and I move discretely in front of the bathroom door, praying that she doesn't go in there. "Yeah, I was wondering if you wanted to go to the late night movie with a few of us."
If I was in a different situation I'd totally go, but with a really hot girl hiding in my bathroom, I think I'll have to pass. "You know, I actually kind of tired after today so I think I'll sit this one out." I lie.
"Oh, okay well I'll see you in the morning." Rachel begins walking out the door, but she stops and looks at me again, "Also, Mr Schue said something about teaching you to control your ability."
"Okay I'll ask him about it tomorrow, bye!" When she finally walks out the door Santana reappears beside me. I like Rachel, but sometimes she can be a bit... too much.
Santana's arms snake around me from behind and she rests her chin on my shoulder. "You could have gone with them if you wanted." She states. The fact that Santana was willing to leave just so I can go out with my other friends makes my heart swell.
"What? And miss our date? Never."
"Oh so this is a date?" She chuckles. I feel the tip of my ears turn pink and am happy that she isn't facing me to see the blush spreading across my face.
"I-I mean... Is that okay?" I stutter.
"It's perfect." She whispers in my ear, her hot breath immediately sending a shiver down my spine. Santana's soft lips ghost light kisses over my neck and shoulder, so light I'm not sure it's actually happening, that is until I feel them press a harder kiss against my neck and I can't help the quiet moan that erupts from my throat. She smirks into the kiss and places more gentle ones up and down my flesh.
I whirl around to face Santana, our lips millimetres apart. Looking into her dark brown eyes I see the gold flakes scattered in them. I can't take it anymore and crash my lips into hers, my hands coming up to cup her cheeks while hers wrap around my waist. Our mouths mould perfectly together like they were meant to be. Santana lightly push's me, indicating me to move back which I do. My legs hit the bed and I lower my body onto it, Santana following my actions. I shamble backwards until my back meets the headboard and Santana crawls towards me.
Our lips meet again in a heated kiss. Her warm, wet tongue drags along my bottom lip begging for entrance which I gladly grant. She moan in my mouth as her tongue explores it. When the need for oxygen breaks us apart I trail wet kisses down her jaw and to her neck. She moans again when I find the place that make her go crazy and gently suck on it. Santana pulls my lips back up to hers for another kiss, but this time it's soft and sweet, full of meaning.
"Maybe we should slow down." I say, breathlessly. I want to sleep with Santana, really, but I feel like we haven't known each other long enough and I wouldn't be comfortable doing it.
"Yeah." She replies. Santana rolls of my body and slides down next to me. "Sorry if I took it too far." She says softly.
"Trust me, I'm not complaining," I push a strand of hair behind her ear, "It's just that I'm not ready for... that." Santana takes my hand in hers.
Making small circles of comfort along my skin she says, "Its okay, we'll take it slow, whatever you want." I smile and place a kiss on her cheek. "Do you want to keep watching TV?"
A laugh passes through my lips. "I can't remember where we got to." I think it was when the guy Wells got killed, but Santana fell asleep right before me. "Maybe we could redo our first date and make it better."
"No," Santana says, almost defensively, "I loved it, even if we did fall asleep, then get interrupted and then forgot where we watched up to." A grin breaks out on my face. "I wouldn't change a thing."
The next morning I wake up with a smile on my face. The date last night was perfect. After we decided that there was no point in trying to watch TV again Santana and I talked for hours about our life, where we grew up and our families. I was afraid to tell her about my mom, but when I finally did she was really cool about it. Santana told me about her love for singing and I told her that I loved dancing, something I've never told anyone before. I feel like I've known her in a past life and I'm just getting to re-know everything about her now.
"Hey Brittany," Mr Schue grabs my attention during breakfast, "I was thinking you could do some extra one on one training today with a guy from another house, trust me he'll help you learn to control you gift."
"Yeah sure what time?" I raise my cup of coffee to my lips and take a sip, letting the warmth of the drink to spread throughout my body. I think about who the new person is that will be training me and if they will be able to show me how to use my ability.
Looking down at his watch Mr Schue says, "You could meet him in say half an hour?" I respond with a simple 'sure' and put my dishes in the dish washer then head to my room to get changed.
As I bounce up the stairs I see Quinn coming out of her room. "Hey Quinn, how was the late night movie?" I ask, stopping to talk to her.
"It was great," Quinn smiles back, "Do you wanna hangout tonight? We haven't been spending that much time together since we got here." That's true, but things have been really hectic with adjusting to this new life.
"I know things have been busy, we can have a girl's night?" I ask thinking back to the infamous girl's night we use to have at least once every month. They weren't the typical pillow fight, makeovers and gossip about the latest drama in school nights. No. We went all out pig feast, eat as much junk food as you can and watch the most horrifically gory movie you could find while having lip sync battle to country music. Our girl nights were possibly one of my favourite things in the world.
Quinn does a small happy dance. "Yes! That's exactly what we need!" I laugh at her response. "Well I gotta go meet Puck, see you tonight." Puck? Why was she going to meet him? Are they friends now? Before I get the chance to question her about it, she's racing down the stairs and out the front door.
After changing into my training clothes, I make my way through The Halls and into the field. When I get there a guy with a lot of gel in his hair is hitting the punching bag. He notices me right away and takes of his boxing gloves to come over and greet me. "Hi you must be Brittany, I'm Blaine." I see a bead of sweat run down the side of his face.
"Yeah it's nice to meet you."
We talk for a few minutes about our abilities. I tell him about the fire and he tells me that he can sense other powers. "Okay, show me what you can do."
I look down at my glove covered hands and take a deep breath. I make a quick whipping motion with my wrist cause the lighter top to flip open with such force that a small flame ignite and spread to my palm. The flame grows and the electric blue centre becomes visible.
Blaine inspects the fire coming from my right hand and says, "So this can only happen when you have a lighter or another source of fire?"
I shake my head. "No when it first happened it was because I was angry, but every time after that I've needed fire to start it." The thought of the pain that I went through the first two times makes me sick. Hopefully I won't have to go through it again.
"What did you feel when you did it on your own?" He questions.
"Angry."
"Not your emotions," Blaine clarifies, "What did your body feel like?" I try to think of what it was like, but all I remember is the pain.
"It felt like the fire was in my veins," My eyes drop down to my arm and follow the line of blue veins up until they were cut off by the glove. "It was like my blood was bubbling with heat."
Blaine sits cross legged on the freshly cut grass. "Do you think you could do it again?"
"No," I state, "It hurts too much. I even passed out the first time."
"Well what if something happens and you don't have any access to fire?" He says in a soft voice, "You need another way to use your ability."
I can't do it. I feel my eyes sting with tears at the image of me lying in my old bathroom, crying because I had no idea what was happening to me. "Blaine, I-I can't" my voice breaks, "I don't want to."
Blaine places a hand on my knee, trying to calm me down, "You can," he says, "You're stronger that you think." Blaine has this look in his eye like he knows something I don't. "Just try." Reaching over for my hands, he slowly removes each glove as if I will burn him. "Use your pain as fuel." I need to do this; I need to learn how to control it.
Taking a shaky breath, I close my eyes letting the feeling of heat spread through my body. My hands begin to tingle in a familiar sense and my breathing gets unsteady as the heat rises. When I look down at my veins I see that they've turned a red colour. I feel a jolt of pain kicking my arm and a tear runs down my cheek, but I don't stop. Another shot of pains goes down my other arm and a sound breaks from my mouth. I close my eyes again and focus all my energy on my hands, so much that it makes my head hurt.
"Come on Brittany, you can do this." Blaine whispers word of encouragement.
My hands have gotten so hot that there is steam coming out of them, literal steam. Even then the heat doesn't burn me in the way it would a normal human; then again, normal humans wouldn't have steam coming from their hands in the first place. All of a sudden, a flame appears on my pointer finger. I stair wide eyed at it, intrigued as to why it's on my finger and not my palm. I curl that finger until the flame touches the skin where it would normally be and it lights up. The pain dies down and a grin breaks across my face. I did it.
"I knew you could do it Brittany!" Blaine smiles. "You should always keep a lighter with you, but now you can at least protect yourself without one." I kill off the fire and jump to my feet, Blaine following and I wrap my arms around him in a hug.
"Thank you so much Blaine, I couldn't have done it without you. I owe you one."
A sudden realization passes across his face. "Actually," He starts, "There is something you could do for me..."
"There he is." I whisper to Blaine as we peek into the living room where Kurt is currently reading a magazine with Mercedes. I thought it was really cute the way Blaine asked me to introduce him to Kurt as a way of repaying him for helping me. Apparently, he has had a small crush on Kurt for the past few weeks ever since he bumped into him in The Halls. "What are you waiting for? Go say hi!" I say, nudging him on the arm.
"I don't think I can, I mean look at him!"
Rolling my eyes, I grab his arm and drag him into the room. "Hey," The two lift their heads from their magazines and look from me to the boy beside me, "This is Blaine." Blaine offers a small awkward wave. I make small talk for a few minutes before turning to Mercedes, "I need your help with something in the kitchen." Her eyebrows rise in suspicion, but she follows me out of the room, giving the two boys a bit of privacy.
"That boy looked like a love sick puppy." Mercedes laughs and I agree, hearing a giggle come from Kurt in the other room and can't help but smile. Kurt and Blaine look cute together.
That night Quinn and I sit on her bed trying to decide what to watch.
"I still think we should watch The Walking Dead." She says while taking a sip of sprite.
"Okay fine, even though we've watched every episode like a million times." I complain while clicking the play button for the show. Surrounding us was two medium pizzas, many cans of sprite and vanilla coke and more than enough bags of sweets. This is what you call a real girls night. "So what's going on with you and Puck? Are you guy's friends or something?" I reach for a slice of BBQ chicken pizza and let the taste dance along my tongue.
"I guess. He's been really sweet to me. I thinks it's because neither of us can do what the rest of you can." Quinn's tone is sad and I instantly feel sorry for getting her into this mess. I know she says she likes it here, but I also know that she feels like she doesn't belong.
"I'm really sorry," I say, realizing I haven't told her how I feel, "I mean, it's my fault that your here." Quinn turns to face me.
"Britt, trust me, I love this place. I know that I'm not the same as the rest of you, but I'll get use to it and then I'll study here and get a really good job. It's all going to be okay." She pulls open a bag of sweets, "Now let's stop talking about this, andlet's talk about you and a certain brunette." Quinn wiggles her eyebrows at me. I knew she was going to bring that up at some stage.
"What about her?" I ask, knowing exactly what she is talking about.
"You two seem to be getting close. Do you like her?" Was it that obvious? Maybe only Quinn has noticed.
"Yeah, don't you?" I reply making it seem as though I like her only in a friendly way.
Quinn gives me this look saying 'Seriously? I'm not that dumb'. "So there's nothing going on between you two?" I shake my head and pray that she doesn't see through my lie. "Okay." She says, unconvinced. We turn our attention back to the show, but all I can think about is Santana.
I might be changing the rating to M for later chapters just to let you know. Thanks for reading. Review, fav or follow! :)