Chapter 14

Santana greeted Zoe the second she opened her front door by taking her upstairs, pushing her softly against her bedroom wall and pressing her tongue against the inside of her mouth.

It wasn't that Zoe didn't enjoy this. Hell, she more than enjoyed it- it was one of the most incredible feelings in the world. She was just completely caught off guard. Zoe's body was restrained from Santana's body completely pushed up against hers. She wasn't really able to move, because she was caught in between the wall and Santana's hips and strong arms firmly keeping her in place, struggle-free. She realized that she liked this feeling a whole lot more than Zoe felt like she should have.

In fact, she loved it. She loved the way Santana took over, pushing Zoe's limits to the farthest she possibly could and how the Latina was always in complete control of every situation. Santana knew just what to say or just what to do to get what she wanted. They had only been secretly hooking up almost every day for just a little over a week now (since the day Puck had delivered them the pizza and caught them kissing for the first time) and Santana knew every trick and every detail about what Zoe liked and didn't like, and how she could get what she wanted from Zoe. The blue-haired girl felt swirls of pure excitement course throughout her body.

Santana pulled away slightly and smiled.

"Happy Birthday," she whispered softly.

But as Santana leaned in again, Zoe, although she really didn't want to, stopped her. "Wait," she mumbled.

Santana's eyes clouded with confusion. "What?" she asked.

"We can't keep doing this," Zoe sighed. "I don't even know what we're doing here. This is all so... confusing to me."

Santana frowned. "So what?" she snapped.

"I think-"

Santana stopped Zoe. "No," she said sternly. "Don't. Don't think. Just do. Whatever you feel, just do."

"But I think we should talk about this..."

Santana cut her off again. "There are two things I'm terrible at- thinking and talking about my feelings. Don't push me to do either of them, especially a combination of the two."

"But aren't you wondering what all of this means?" Zoe let out an exasperated sigh. "Santana, what's happening between us... You can't just ignore the truth that's right in front of you. At least, you can't ignore it forever. We're... two girls-"

"Stop it!" Santana's words came out deep and hostile. "Don't say it. Don't you dare say it."

Zoe's green eyes clouded with hurt. "Santana-"

"Look, I'm sorry, okay?" Santana took her weight off of Zoe's body and turned around, crossing her arms. "I'm sorry."

Zoe scoffed. "Sorry isn't going to cut it! Santana, just talk to me. Tell me why you kissed me that day it started snowing. Tell me why we've been secretly seeing each other every day since then. I just want to hear you say it so this all becomes more real and makes more sense to me! Just... uncap all of your bottled-up emotions and stop converting it into anger!"

Santana kept her back turned. "We're experimenting," she answered. "I-Its just a phase. We'll get over it."

Zoe laughed sarcastically. "You and me both know that is the biggest lie you have ever told." Zoe had tears in her eyes, and her voice was coming out rough. She had never been so emotional before. "Just... Ugh! Santana! Admit that, for once in your life, you're actually afraid!"

Santana whipped around, her dark eyes wild with ferocity. "I am not afraid! I am not afraid of you, I am not afraid of my emotions, and I am not afraid of anyone else or anything else that has any god damn thing to do with this situation! I'm fine. It's all fine! We don't need to talk about this!"

There was a silence, the first one in a while, and it rang painfully in Zoe's ears. Zoe crossed her arms looked away, a scowl crossing her face. "Maybe I should just go."

"You're right," Santana hissed. "You should. Because this past week? It was all a mistake. I like guys, Zoe. You should get that into your head before you become obsessed with me. I don't even know what I was thinking."

"You weren't," Zoe replied. "Like you said. You don't think."

As Santana scoffed, Zoe began to leave, but before she did Zoe turned and called out one more thing. "And I don't like you either! This was just a stupid, confusing mistake, because I'm straight, too!"

Santana smirked. "Fine! Then it's decided! We're both straight never making this mistake again!" After that, Zoe turned around again and made her way to the front door. Zoe winced when she heard it slam behind her. And the second she was gone, Zoe realized the real mistake was letting herself walk out of that door.

Zoe stood on Santana's porch, mentally kicking herself. That whole argument... the last half of it was all a lie. Zoe knew there had to be something going on. She squeezed her eyes shut and put her hands on her head, feeling the tears beginning to pour out. She yelled out in frustration, badly wanting to punch or hit or kick something. She couldn't take this frustration anymore. She couldn't take this confusion anymore. She had been confused the second she met Santana last month.

As Zoe ran from Santana's house, she could only repeat one thought in her head; What the hell is wrong with me?

Alright, a new chapter! I am so so sorry it took forever to update. I wasn't really sure how to continue this story, and what to do with it, and so on. To anyone that is sad about this fight between Zoe and Santana- Do not worry! This is definitelynot the end of their relationship and they will soon learn to deal with their feelings and allow them to thrive. So yeah, I'm glad I'm starting this story up again! Please leave reviews :)

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