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Santana POV
FromBrittany: Wont be at school next week. Just left to go on a little last minute vacation with my family. Xx
AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
I scream. I scream louder than I have ever screamed before. I throw my phone across the room and watch as it smashes off the wall, knocking down a few pictures of my love. I can't believe this is happening to me. Brittany has went away with her family, leaving me here, all alone, without her. I don't even know where she has went. Has she went to Kentucky to visit her grandparents? Has she went to a fucking different country? Where is my love, where is she?!
I start pacing back and forth in my bedroom, going crazy at the thought of not seeing Brittany for over a week. It's too long, I wont be able to cope, she needs to come home.
"Santana, is everything ok? I heard you scream and-"
"PISS OFF, NOW!" I scream at my Dad who is trying to get into my bedroom.
"What's going on?" He asks, banging on the door. "Santana, open the door, NOW!" I quickly run over to the door and slam my back against it just in case he breaks the locks. I can't let him see this room.
"Go away, everything's fine." I shout, shaking my head furiously. Nothing is ok right now, everything is a mess, Brittany's gone and I don't even know where she's went.
"Open this door now!" He demands. "Don't you dare swear at me like that, Santana!"
"I'm sorry." I say through the door, hoping Dad will leave. Eventually he does leave, after realizing that I'm never going to open the door whilst he's there. I know I'll be in trouble when I go downstairs later but at least he wont see my room. I should really think about getting more locks put on the door, these ones are coming loose.
I make my way over to the falling pictures of Brittany on the floor. I gently pick them up, making sure not to get fingerprints all over them. I then sit down on my bed and look through the pictures of my love, I smile when memories come rushing back to me.
The picture I'm holding at the moment is from the time we went to the bowling alley. Brittany went with her Mom and Dad, they decided to treat her since she got A's on all of her tests. She never stopped smiling that night, she didn't win the games or even come close to winning but she enjoyed spending time with her family. I was sitting a few lanes down from her, with a couple of cheerios, watching my love enjoy herself.
It saddens me, not knowing where Brittany is. These pictures and videos I have of Brittany are all I have right now, just memories, and there's nothing I can do about it.
I ended up spending the weekend locked in my room, the only time I left was when I needed food and drink, and the toilet. I haven't showered all weekend, I didn't think it was necessary, nothing was necessary. I didn't need to brush my hair, change my clothes, worry about makeup, what's the point in doing any of that stuff if Brittany isn't here? What's the point in having a life, without her.
It's Monday morning, Dad left for work half an hour ago, I haven't spoken to him since Friday, when I told him to piss off. He did however shout up the stairs to inform me that my cheerios uniform has been washed and that it's on the couch since I wouldn't open up the door. He shouldn't have washed the uniform for me, it's not like I'll need it. I've decided not to go to school today, Brittany's not going to be there so why should I go?
After crawling out of bed, I make my way downstairs wearing a tank top and a pair of shorts. I make myself a sandwich and then go outside to eat it on the porch. The weathers shit today, it's freezing and I'm pretty sure it's going to rain but who gives a fuck? It's not affecting Brittany in any way so why should I care? Why why why.
"You look like shit." I hear someone say as they walk up my driveway. I almost choke on my sandwich when I see Lexi approaching me, what the fuck is she doing here?
"Piss off." I moan, placing the sandwich on the small table next to me.
Lexi frowns at me. "What's with the bad mood?" She asks, taking a seat next to me. I'm not in a bad mood, not really, I'm just worried about Brittany. My love is somewhere and I haven't heard from her all weekend, she could be trouble, something could have happened to her and I wouldn't know. I just want her to come home, that's all.
"Why aren't you at school?" I ask, completely ignoring Lexi's question. I know I should be at school too but I have a reason to stay home today, Brittany.
"Erm...I've been to school, it's 4pm Santana." Lexi says, confusing me. How could it be 4pm? It's only half past 9, I think she's going a bit crazy. "Why weren't you at school?"
Why weren't I at school? "I'm not going in today, I just can't be bothered." I tell her. "What about you?"
"Santana, I've already told you, it's 4pm...I've been to school, you haven't." Lexi says. I let out a little chuckle, there's no way it's 4pm, it can't be.
To prove a point, I pull out my phone from the pocket in my shorts. After clicking in the button, I check the time. 4pm. I frown at this, I don't understand how it can be that late when Dad left the house literally an hour ago. I haven't long been up, I'm not a late sleeper either, there has to be something wrong here.
"I-is this a joke?" I stutter, still not believing the time.
Lexi rolls her eyes at me. "For gods sake Santana, is it so hard to believe the time?" Yes actually, it is.
I actually am lost without Brittany.
"I-I wasn't feeling very well so I took the day off." I lie, shifting uncomfortably in my seat. "Did I miss anything?" I add. Not that I care.
"Well you better be back tomorrow, coach Sue's ready to kill you, the amount of practice you've been missing." Lexi says. "Nothing eventful happened. So...hows Brittany?"
I snap my head around to face Lexi. Why the fuck is she talking about my love? "What?" I ask, frowning.
"You and her were pretty close last weekend, we haven't had the chance to talk about it." She says.
"There's nothing to talk about." I quickly say, not in the mood to discuss Brittany at the moment. Not when Brittany could be a million miles away from way. It hurts not knowing where she is. Maybe I should text her...
"Like hell there isn't." Lexi laughs. "Come on, Santana, you never left her side." That's a lie, I left her side many times. Like that one day I was so exhausted I spent most of my time in the tent, sleeping. I actually regret that now, Brittany might have done something exciting, I would have missed it.
"We're sort of friends." I shrug. It breaks my heart to say that. 'Friends'. Oh how I wish me and my love were so much more than friends, I want it more than anything. "
"Have you spoken to her lately?" Lexi asks. Unfortunately I haven't. Her parents and those stupid trips. Why couldn't they stay home? Why did they have to take Brittany away from me? It's so unfair.
"She's on vacation, god knows where, got a last minute text on Friday informing me of her little trip." I say, leaning back in my chair trying to get comfy.
"Vacation?" I nod my head. "But I just saw her today walking-"
"You what?" What the hell does Lexi mean? How could she have seen Brittany today? She isn't in Lima.
"Nevermind." Lexi shakes her head. "I-it must have been someone else, my mistake." Your mistake indeed. "I better get going, Santana, see you tomorrow." With that said, Lexi's running down my yard and jumping in her car. That's odd, she's acting a little weird. Hmm, it's probably nothing.
The next morning I decide to go to school. well...I'm forced to go to school. Turns out coach Sue rang Dad asking where I was, he was horrified when he realized I skipped school without his permission. He's warned me that if I don't go in today, I'll be in big trouble. I'm just hoping school will take my mind off Brittany for a bit.
I get to school early, I make my way to the choir room and that's when I mentally slap myself, Glee club has been canceled, there's no reason for me to be in school this early. Great that's all I need, extra time in school. I consider going home a few times, I really can't be bothered with this, but then I think about something, I haven't seen Brittany's locker in a while, I wonder what it looks like now. Maybe it has something in it that might tell me where about's her and her family have gone.
I then hurry down the hallway and towards Brittany's locker. Even though there's no one around at this time, I still make sure I'm alone before breaking into Brittany's locker. Breaking in meaning, just having a quick look. Completely innocent. I open her locker and sigh, nothings changed. Her books are still here, her gym bag, her-
Her gym bag.
I take the bag from the locker and open it up. Brittany's spare clothes are in here, the ones she changes into every time she gets slushied. Her t-shirt, her jeans, her lovely black panties. Ooo. Her panties. Brittany's panties.
I hurry to the school bathroom with Brittany's panties in my cheerios jacket pocket. Once inside the bathroom, I enter one of the cubicles and slam the door shut behind me. This is closest I'll get to be to Brittany until she's back from vacation so it's going to have to do. I hang the pair of panties up on the door then quickly pull my skirt down, along with the red thong I'm wearing.
Whilst staring at the panties, I spread my legs and run my fingers through my folds. Fuck I'm so wet, the affect Brittany has on me and she isn't even here. I then gather all of my arousal and bring my sticky fingers to my mouth, slowly licking them clean. I reach out for Brittany's panties but suddenly stop myself from touching them. I retract my hand and get to work on my throbbing center.
I open my legs a little wider then plunge two fingers deep inside of me. I moan at the contact, it feels so good fucking myself, especially when I'm thinking of Brittany, it makes it so much better. I start off slowly, teasing myself by bumping my thumb over my clit. I circle it a few times, first gently and then roughly. Increasing my pace until I can feel myself getting close.
When I know I'm not going to last for much longer, I speed up my hand movements, thrusting my two fingers deeply inside of me, listening to the wet slapping sounds it's making.
"Fuck, Brittany." I moan, imagining my love fucking me senseless. Her long fingers inside of me, hitting all of the right spots. Fuck it's amazing.
"Fuck me baby, please fuck me." I beg, closing my eyes and throwing my head back as I force another finger into my wet pussy.
I thrust harder this time, feeling so close, I know I'm about to explode, I need to cum. I finger myself faster and deeper, getting more turned on by the second. A few seconds later my orgasm hits me, sending me into pure ecstasy .
"FUCKKKKK, BRITTANY." I scream, fucking myself until I'm completely numb. When I come down from my high, I remove my fingers and lick them clean. I pull up my skirt and take the panties from the door and stick them back in my pocket.
My love always knows how to satisfy me.
After an uneventful day at school, I make my way home, Brittany never leaving my mind. I really miss her.
For the rest of the night I lie in bed watching old videos of Brittany. I cry a few times too. It saddens me not knowing what my love could possibly be doing at the moment, I can't help but wonder if she's okay. The worlds a horrible place, I just pray nothing bad has happened to her. Thoughts like this are killing me, I shouldn't be thinking negatively. I keep staring at my phone, as if I'm expecting a text from Brittany anytime soon, even though I know she's never going to text. Why would she?
I'm still considering texting her. What harm could one little text do? It's not like I'll be asking much, I only want to know where she's gone. Maybe I could go and see her? I would travel a million miles if it meant I got to see my love. Heck, I'd travel to the moon for Brittany, I'd do anything. After all, she is my love, just mine.
Deciding that one text message couldn't hurt, I send Brittany a message.
Brittany POV
FromSantana: Hey Brittany, hows vacation? :-)
She's text me. Santana's text me.
It's 11pm on a cold Tuesday night, I'm currently lying in bed reading a book I was given a few weeks ago from my grandma. My plan, 'stalking Santana' isn't going very well. For some reason I feel like a bad person, why the hell am I doing this for? well...I know why I'm doing this but is it really necessary? What's the difference between me and Santana at the moment? I'm watching her, she's watching me, we're no different. Any normal person would have went to the police by now, got a restraining order or something but I just can't do that. I don't know why but I just can't.
I spent most of the weekend at home, I did leave the house once or twice but I made sure it was past midnight, I didn't want to risk seeing anyone. Yesterday I made a huge mistake, I saw Santana's friend Lexi when I went to put the garbage out, she drove past my house early in the morning. Thank god Santana wasn't with her, I don't think I would have been able to explain myself. I just hope Lexi hasn't told Santana, the last thing I need right now is Santana thinking I'm home. I need her attention completely away from me, for the moment.
I have no idea how to reply to Santana's text, I don't want to lie to her but I can't exactly be honest. I can't ignore her either, I'm dying to reply to her.
ToSantana: Hey Santana, how are you? :)
Well I've just ignored her question. I just hope she doesn't ask that again. After literally 10 seconds of waiting, my phone flashes. She's replied. I grab my phone, eager to read her text.
FromSantana: I'm good. How are you? What's vacation like? Where about's did you end up going? :-)
All I can do is sigh. I had a feeling this was coming, she wants to know where I am. This is why people shouldn't lie, it always leaves things so complicated. Instead of replying to Santana's text, I turn off my phone and decide to call it a night. Operation spy on Santana will have to wait until the morning.
It's Wednesday morning and today I woke up in the worst mood possible. I keep telling myself that spying on Santana is a bad idea, which it probably is. I have a strange feeling that something is going to go wrong, I'll somehow mess up and Santana will think I'm the biggest idiot ever. She'll catch me walking in the trees or something, I wont be able to explain myself either.
All I want is answers. I need answers. I have to know why Santana was in Kentucky when I was, how she was sitting a few tables away staring right at the camera. I want to know what happened in the tent that awful weekend, when she said all of those strange things. But for some reason I feel like the bad guy, I'm the one in the wrong, god I hate my mind sometimes.
After changing into a white t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, I tie up my hair, put on my glasses, and leave the house. Destination, Santana's.
It's after 9 so there's no chance of running into Santana, not when she'll be at school. I hope. As I leave the house, I begin to walk down the street when I hear someone behind me calling my name.
"Four eyes." They shout. Maybe it's not my real name but it's the name I've gotten used to over the years. I ignore the bullies and continue to walk.
"Idiot face!" Another shouts, making me close my eyes and sigh, I hate it when people call me. I haven't done anything to them. Once again I ignore them, like my parents would say, they're not worth it.
"We'll get you at school, ugly bitch!" I hear one of the girls shout. At this point I'm running, not because I'm scared, because I don't want to have to deal with this. I'm sick of being bullied, I'm sick of all the name calling, it upsets me knowing how many people actually hate me. The only popular person who has ever been nice to me is...
Santana.
Of course, it had to be her. It's true though, apart from my friends, Santana is the only person who has ever treated me like an actual person. She's never called me a name, she's never looked down at me, she makes me laugh, she makes me smile...she makes me feel things for her, even though...
God I feel guilty now. All she's ever been to me, is nice, and yet I'm on my way to her house to do something stupid. To spy on her. I don't deserve to have someone like her.
Pull yourself together Brittany! Snap out of this, are we forgetting what happened the other week? Are we forgetting any of it? The thing is, it doesn't matter how nice Santana has been to you, she's different, there's something going on with her, she's a follower? A stalker? What the hell do you call her?!
But apart from that, Santana is a good person?
Santana's watching you! Don't give up Brittany, you have to figure out what's going on.
"I can't give up." I whisper to myself, running to Santana's house, desperately hoping to get some answers.
When I eventually get to Santana's house, I examine the place, just to make sure I have the right address, it would be bad if I ended up breaking into a random persons house. Even though this is just as bad. Breaking into Santana's house is a dumb ridiculous decision, what sort of person have I become? I just hope her Dad isn't home.
I walk around the back of the house, there's a lot of houses in this street so I don't want any of the neighbors seeing me. When I reach the door, I look around for a spare key, she probably wont have one but most people I know keep keys hidden in plant pots or something.
After a few minutes of searching, I'm about to give up when something catches my eye. A small key duck taped to the bottom side of a bench in Santana's yard. I think it's a key anyway's...
I kneel down next to the bench and quickly remove the duck tape, forcing the key to drop on the ground. I look around at the other houses, making sure no one is looking out of the window, the last thing I need is someone assuming I'm a burglar. Which technically I am. I then make my way back over to the door, taking a deep breath before unlocking it.
"Worst friend ever." I mumble to myself, feeling ashamed of what I am doing. No matter what is happening with Santana, I'm still breaking into her home, this is wrong on so many levels.
When I unlock the door, I quickly make my way inside, just in case one of the neighbors ends up seeing me. I'm standing in her kitchen, it's a nice house, just like I expected. I quickly shake all of these 'nice house' comments out of my head. I'm not here to see what her home is like, I'm here to maybe find some clues, figure out what Santana is doing. What her motivates are? Is she following me everywhere? What do I call her?
I know what people would call me if they saw what I was doing right now. Thief. Robber. A horrible person who breaks into peoples homes, that's what they would call me! I don't exactly blame them either.
I begin to look around Santana's home, I search the living room thoroughly before making my way upstairs. When I reach the top of the stairs I turn left, hoping to find something in the first room I enter. When I open the door, I realize I'm in the bathroom. Santana's bathroom. I look in one of the cupboards but soon give up, there's going to be nothing in a bathroom. I then leave the room, closing the door behind me, then entering the room next to it. This time I enter a bedroom, by the looks of it, it isn't Santana's. I'm assuming it's her Dad's room judging by the furniture so I leave, knowing I wont find anything in that room either.
After closing that door, I turn my head, looking straight at the white door down the hall, it's the one room I haven't looked in yet so I know exactly who it belongs to.
Santana.
I make my way down the hall, never taking my eyes off the white door. This is it, if I'm going to find anything in this house, I'm going to find it in this room. I stop when I reach the door, my hand reaching out for the doorknob ready to see inside. I quickly retract my hand when I realize what this means.
In a way I don't want to find anything, finding something changes everything. I don't know exactly what I'm going to find but there's something about this room that is giving me the creeps. I haven't even seen inside of it yet and I'm already having doubts. I feel like I'm going to regret this, really really regret it.
But I just want answers, is that too much to ask for?
I want to know what Santana is up to. I want to know everything about her because apparently when it comes to Santana, I'm clueless.
I just hope this isn't a game, I hope her cheerio friends haven't put her up to this, pretending to be nice to me when really she hates me. God, what about if she's following me places just to make a fool of me? That doesn't make much sense but it's a possibility. Regardless, this is wrong. Breaking into her home, snooping around for what? Evidence that Santana has been following me? What am I even supposed to find?
But like I said earlier, don't give up, something's here and I'm going to find out what it is.
I slowly bring up my shaky hand, my eyes are locked on the doorknob, once opened, possible answers may be revealed. I grasp the doorknob with my hand and quickly turn it, only to realize it's locked. I gaze at the door, my eyes widen, why on earth is it locked? I turn the doorknob one more time, just making sure that it's not just jammed or something, that's when I hear the sound of a door opening.
But wait a minute...this door is still locked. Another door in the house has been opened. I'm not alone.
She's home. Santana's home.
I freeze. Santana's home and I'm in her house, upstairs, trying to break into her bedroom. This does not look good. Maybe it's her Dad? Maybe he's home from work early? But that might be worse, he doesn't know me, he'd think I was burglar. Now that I'm thinking about it, it doesn't matter who is home, the point is, they are and either way I wont be able to explain myself.
I slowly let go of the doorknob, tiptoeing away from the bedroom room. I peek my head around the corner, looking down the stairs to see who is home. It's Santana. She's standing at the bottom of the stairs looking out of the window next to the plant pot. All of a sudden I can't breathe, she's going to see me and I'm fucking terrified. Everything seems 10x louder, the slightest movement is deafening. All I can do is wait, hoping that Santana goes into a different room so I can make a run for it.
For some reason Santana isn't wearing her cheerios uniform. Instead she's wearing a black hoodie with a pair of dark jeans, she looks different from when I usually see her, quite similar to how she was dressed in that photo though.
Whilst her back is turned, I sneak across the hall hoping to get a better view of Santana. She's kneeling down pulling something out of her bag. I squint my eyes, trying desperately to see better, my eye sight is failing me though. These glasses are useless, I'm still blind. She then pulls something out of the bag, something which looks like a camera which puzzles me, I didn't know Santana was interested in photography.
Santana looks at the camera for a few seconds before placing it back into her bag. She then begins to walk up the stairs. Wait a minute! She's walking up the stairs! Shit. I look around the hall, desperately trying to find somewhere to hide.
She's getting closer.
I can hear her footsteps on the creaky stairs, she's humming a tune, completely unaware of my presence at the very top. In a few seconds she's going to find me, she's going to realize that I've broke into her house. I can't let this happen.
Closer and closer.
She's literally just there, halfway up the stairs and I'm stood frozen looking like an idiot. Deciding it's now or never, I hurry to the closest room and quickly open the door, getting inside before she sees me. Hopefully she didn't hear me, I tried to be as quiet as possible which in my case is as loud as an elephant.
After closing the door, I look around to discover I'm back in the bathroom. Great, just great. I wish now that I ran into her Dad's bedroom, at least he had a window I could of jumped out of, this bathroom window is so small I wouldn't be able to fit an arm out of it. There would of been less chance of her going into her Dad's room, whereas the bathroom, what about if she needs the toilet? I'm screwed.
Panicking in case Santana needs the toilet, I climb into the bath and close the shower curtain behind me. "A shower, I hide in a shower!" I whisper to myself.
As I finish talking to myself, the bathroom door opens. Santana enters the room and locks the door behind her. I cover my mouth with my hand, trying to be as quiet as possible, hopefully my breathing doesn't decide to be loud, for once. I close my eyes at the sound of Santana on the toilet, I feel like the biggest pervert ever, listening to someone on the toilet. I'm so ashamed.
She's still humming some tune, I recognise it but I don't know where I've heard it from. Perhaps it's just a popular song or something. After Santana finishes on the toilet, I wait for her to leave the bathroom before climbing out of the bath, wiping the sweat from my forehead. Remind me to never do this again.
I then put my head against the door, listening to Santana walking about. I hear the sound of a key unlocking a door, I'm assuming she's unlocking her bedroom door, I then hear the sound of a door opening, the only creaky door in the house by the sounds of it. I quietly open the bathroom door when I hear another door closing. I take a risk and peek my head around the corner, letting out the breath I'm holding when I realize Santana is inside. Not wanting to waste anymore time, I close the bathroom door and sneak across the hall and down the stairs. It takes me longer to get down the stairs with the noise they make, I don't want to alert Santana so I take my time.
Once at the bottom of the stairs, my eyes land on the bag containing the camera Santana was holding. I'm interested to know more about this camera, maybe it'll have some answers? As I'm about to reach down for it, I hear Santana's bedroom door opening. Shit. She's coming back down.
I quickly run through the house towards the kitchen, my main priority now is getting the hell out of this house. Answers will have to wait. I can't be here a moment longer. I take the key out of my pocket and unlock the back door, hurrying out into the yard. Not wanting to catch Santana's attention, I lock the door behind me and place the key back underneath the bench. After, I run through the yard and towards the street. I'm safe. She hasn't seen me.
"Brittany?" I hear a familiar voice shout. I close my eyes, it's Santana, she's standing at her front door in her cheerios uniform. That's odd, she changed awfully quickly. I smile when I notice how widely Santana is smiling, she looks pleased to see me.
"Hello." I answer, sending her a shy wave. Santana closes her front door and meets me halfway in the yard.
"You're home." Santana says, her smile never leaving that beautiful face of hers. God, pull yourself together Brittany.
"Y-yeah, I am." I say, trying to control the never ending shaking in my hands. "I wasn't feeling very well so I decided to come home, Mom and Dad are still away."
Santana's face changes, she looks worried. "Are you okay? Did something happen to make you ill?"
I shake my head, blushing by how sweet Santana is. I can't believe I'm actually thinking like this after everything that has happened. What the hell is wrong with me? "In all honesty, I wasn't really enjoying myself, I'd rather be home I guess." That's not a lie either.
"I like being home too." Santana says. She then clears her throat before speaking again. "So are you alone in your house?"
I don't exactly know how to answer that question. What about if Santana's like me and ends up sneaking into my house at some point? But then again, not everyone would do what I did so I answer, "yes."
"Cool!" Santana smirks. "Will you be going back to school tomorrow since you're home?"
"No, I think I'm going to take the rest of the week off, the school thinks I'm still on vacation so I'm making the most of it." I laugh. In a way I do want to go back to school, not doing any homework is actually killing me.
I watch as Santana looks behind her at her house, she then looks back at me with sadness written all over her face. "I hate having to go to school." Santana says.
"Really?" She nods her head. "I love it. I don't love the bullies or anything but I love the work, it's really fun."
"Is people still bullying you?" She questions, no cute little smile on her face now.
"Just a few." I shrug, answering honestly. I do still get picked on people, I can never understand why. "Don't worry about it though." I add when I notice the look on Santana's face. Feeling bold, I run my hand up and down Santana's arm to reassure her that I'm okay. That seems to have an effect on her. Me also, it feels nice touching Santana's arm. Really nice.
"I'm really glad you're home." Santana whispers, staring straight at me. I smile at her, I'm glad I'm home too, even though I never went away in the first place.
It's weird really, a couple of minutes ago I was in Santana's home looking for answers, and now it's like it doesn't matter anymore. When Santana looks at me, nothing matters, I forget everything, in this moment it's just us. I clear my throat when I realize I've been staring at Santana for too long, I don't want her to think I'm weird or something. "So I guess I'll get going." I say, smiling at Santana. I begin to walk away when Santana's hand stops me.
"Wait." She says, turning me around to face her. "You didn't tell me why you came here?" Shit, I was hoping she wouldn't mention that.
"I just wanted you to know that I'm back." I say, not mentioning the fact that I actually came here to break into her house. That's a small detail I'll leave out. It's probably for the best.
"How did you know I'd be home?" Good question, how did I know. I can feel my face starting to redden, all of these lies are killing me.
"I-I didn't." I stutter. "I was just bored so I thought I'd come and see you, I would of waited until you came home tonight, if I had to."
I'm a little worried about Santana, she looks like she's about to cry. "Brittany, that's so sweet." She whispers.
A tear runs down Santana's face, I immediately bring my hand to her face and wipe away the tear with my finger. I surprise myself by doing this but I can't deny it felt good. Santana's face is so soft, so smooth.
"Sorry." I mumble, after realizing how forward that move actually seemed. "I best be going."
"Brittany." Santana's voice stops me from walking, I look back at her again. She looks a little nervous, I'm intrigued to find out what she has to say though.
"Yes?" I answer.
After a few moments of silence, Santana speaks. "If you're not busy, w-would you like to maybe, um, maybe go out with...me tomorrow night?"
I immediately get excited. Santana's actually asked me to go out with her. "I'd love to." I answer, not even taking a second to think about it.
Santana's smile widens, she's clearly as happy as I am. "Great! I'll text you the details?" I nod my head, I look forward to the text.
As I'm walking away from Santana's house, I can feel her eyes on me, it surprisingly feels good. There seems to be a permanent smile on my face. I can't believe I'm actually spending time with Santana tomorrow night.
It's when I get home that I suddenly come back to reality. I've let my feelings get in the way of something that is happening. I am no further forward in my quest to finding out what Santana Lopez is doing, instead I'm letting myself get involved with her when I know I shouldn't. This is wrong. So so wrong.
But it also feels right.
What did you think? Next chapter we'll get to see Santana and Brittany actually go out!