Guess what...Brittana is on bitches! :P
Dear Diary,
Do you know what Rocky Horror is? Because I certainly did not. I have never heard of this strange musical involving low-key lesbians and crazy drag queens. When Mr. Schue mentioned it at first I thought it was some kind horror movie with a type of boxer.
"Okay let's talk about casting." Mr. Schue said to the club.
Rachel immediately raised her hand and said, "Finn and I will play Brad and Janet."
"And I'll be playing the guy in the wheelchair right?" Artie said with a slight raise of his hand.
Mr. Schue pointed at him from the piano, "That's what I was thinking and I thought Kurt could play the role of Frankenfurter."
Kurt shook his head in disapproval, "No, there is no way I am playing a transvestite in high heels and fish nets and wearing lip stick."
"Why, cus that look was last season?" Santana said from behind the classroom. Kurt glared at her from the corner of his eyes. Why was Santana so mean for no reason? Why can't she just be a nice flowery ball of rainbow and sunshine all the time?
We haven't really spoken much since our last sort of fight together. She hasn't been sitting next to me in class and hasn't been texting me either. So, I decided to make the first move and get my best friend to talk to me again. That's what best friends do, they make-ou…I mean, make-up…right?
"Hey." I said catching up to Santana before the bell rang.
She turned around to look at me and gave a small smile, "Hi." She replied quietly.
I grabbed her shoulder to turn her around, "Look I'm sorry that-"
"Don't apologize. I'm sorry." She said clinging her hand to her backpack. "I'm sorry I kind of yelled at you and I'm sorry I was such a bitch. You can go out with whoever you want, I just…it's hard seeing your best friend ditch you for some guy." She kind of shrugged and looked at the floor. "Do you hate me?"
"I could never hate you." Am I blushing? Stop that. "Artie dumped me anyways." I said with a brush of my foot and brought my eyes to hers. She smiled with her eyes.
"I'm sorry." She said quitely.
I bit my lip, "It's okay. I think I'll be alright for now."
"I told Artie that you were only using him for his voice." Santana spit out in one quick sentence.
"What?" I said. I was kind of shocked. Artie told me someone told him that, but I dint think it would be Santana.
"I didn't do it on purpose...well maybe I did, but I was just really heated at the moment and I...I shouldn't have done it."
"I felt horrible when he said all those things to me Santana."
Santana rolled her eyes a bit, "He was being a jerk to you anyways."
"I still don't like to make people feel bad." I replied.
"Everyone at this school knows your reputation Brittany, he should have expected it."
"I haven't slept around like that in a long time and you know that." I said a little bit angry. "It's like my sex drive has crashed into some giant ditch or something...except when it comes to yo-...certain people." I quickly corrected myself.
"I'm sorry I just...miss you...okay?" Santana said shyly and put a book in her bag.
I didn't reply for a while. I looked at her in silence and smiled inside. I didn't want to argue with her anymore. I missed her too and I just wanted my friend back. Many more moments of silence passed before I decided to speak again.
"So um, what do you think about this musical? I watched the movie last night and it kind of freaked me out." I whispered in her ear, "What if Sam is like, some kind of freaky Rocky monster with freakishly blonde hair plotting to destroy the Glee club from within?"
"I doubt he's trying to do that." Santana smiled at me.
It was nice talking to Santana again. I was still kind of angry at her inside, but I held it in pretty well. I don't think I could ever hate Santana that much to never talk to her again.
"You know? Sam would have to have some killer abs to be playing the Rockster." I said in thought looking up at the ceiling. "You could probably play Rocky with the abs that you have." I said.
"You're most definitely right Brittany." She chuckled and turned to look at me. "I'm glad we are talking again." She said with a light smile.
My mouth formed a smile, "Me too. Even though I have forgiven you this still doesn't mean you can go around yelling at me."
She nodded, "I know, I'm sorry Britt. I'm a bitch sometimes...well usually all the time, but I don't mean to...only sometimes..." She struggled to find words.
I pointed a finger at her, "Well being a bitch isn't cool all the time San."
"I only be a bitch to people when it involves you." She said with a roll of her eyes.
"What?" I replied. Did she just say that? What did that mean?
She stuttered, "...I can't let people be mean to my best friend...I care about you."
My cheeks were being heated again and I could feel them flushing red. Why did cheeks do that? Especially on me...a super white person, my cheeks will look like cherries! I quickly put my hands to my cheeks and tried to cover up the redness.
"Now you're just being nice." I mumbled under my hands slightly squishing my cheeks together.
She shook her head, "I'm not."
I stared in her eyes for a moment. Sometimes I feel like I could get lost in them, like really lost. Almost as lost as I got when I got lost in the sewers. I bet there are thousands of gateways to get lost in those brown eyes of hers. I think I would need a map.
While I was getting lost in thought about Santana the bell rang and it snapped me out of my gaze.
"We should get to the choir room, I think we're rehearsing today." Santana said blinking me out of my thoughts.
"Yeah. Okay." I replied and followed her down the hall.
"I cannot wait till Finn takes his top off so we can all see the hot mess underneath." Santana said with a smile and looked at me. It was nice sitting next to each other in glee again. It felt like things were normal again.
"What are you talking about?" Finn said with a worried look in his face.
"You can't have sloppy joes every day for lunch and think you can get away with it." I replied.
Rachel got all defensive, "Um, that's incredibly rude." she said grabbing his hand.
"Is it?" Quinn questioned. "Guys whisper behind our backs about how we girls look everyday. They objectify us all the time."
"Yeah earlier today Artie asked if he could make a gigantic omelet when I'm done with the ostrich eggs I'm smuggling in my bra." Santana said looking to the back of Artie's head. I looked strangely at Santana. Wow. Go Artie. I kind of laughed inside. I feel like that is a question I would ask Santana.
"I'm super looking forward to seeing Sam in his gold bikini." I smiled looking directly at Santana and no one else. I kind of think I was imagining her in a gold bikini.
"It's gonna be abulous." Sam replied with a smirk.
"Can we get on with rehearsal?" Finn said nervously.
"What are we rehearsing?" I whispered to Santana and held up my script in confusion.
"Dammit Janet." She replied flipping my pages to the correct section. "Right here." she said pointing to the words.
"Thanks." I grinned. Her hand brushed against mine and I could feel a tingle shiver up my arm.
You know, I never really noticed how hard it was to be in a musical. I know I like sing and dance all the time in glee club, but like a musical you have to memorize lines and timing and stuff. I don't know if I can do that. We had dress rehearsal the other day for the first time and I was so nervous I would forget my steps or something. Santana in a hot outfit was totally distracting me from doing anything else. She looked like a hot maid doll...or something like that. Thank goodness it actually turned out to go well, I remembered my lines and everything!
"I don't think I remember the Magenta in the movie looking that good." I said eyeing Santana in the locker room as we changed out of our costumes and back into our cheerios uniforms.
"You made a pretty good Columbia too." She smirked. "And you didn't mess up once." She added with a smile. "Ready?" She said closing her locker and grabbing her bag.
"Yeah." I replied and gathered my things.
We began making our way outside and through the courtyard carrying our luggage behind us.
"I swear these bags are getting heavier." I said pulling my strap over my shoulder for the third time. "Do you think Coach Sylvester secretly puts invisible weights in our bags each day without us knowing, trying to make us stronger?"
"Maybe?" Santana replied in question. We began passing by empty classrooms as we walked side by side.
"Toucha toucha toucha touch me." I hummed quietly as I walked next to Santana. I could have sworn I heard the music playing somewhere in the back of my mind. Was my brain telling me something? "I wanna be dirty." I sung a little out loud not noticing why I started breaking out into song.
"You what?" Santana said looking at me confused.
"What?" I replied. "Don't you know the lyrics Santana? It is like our main song in the musical, duh." I said continuing to hum to the song.
"I didn't realize rehearsal was still going on." Santana said wondering why I broke out into song so randomly.
I shrugged, "I don't know, it is like the music suddenly came into my head. Maybe I have been listening to that song so much it like follows me around now." I nodded, Yeah. That must be it.
"Hold the phone." Santana said putting an arm in front of my chest and stopping me in my tracks. "I found where the music is coming from." Santana said pointing to a classroom window where Mr. Schue and Ms. Pillsbury were found.
"Oh look Mr. Schue." I smiled and did a small wave. He didn't see me.
Santana and I walked closer to the classroom window, "Aren't they supposed to be home doing...teacher like stuff." Santana said out loud inching to the window.
"Why are they rehearsing our song?" I asked looking at them in question.
"It's not technically our song." Santana replied crouching by the window. "Come here." She said waving me over.
"I feel like we are going undercover or something, why are we spying on them?" I asked.
"Something is definitely going on between those two...look at them." Santana said eyeing the educators. Our eyes widened when we saw Ms. Pillsbury inch closer to Mr. Schue and glide her hand over his chest.
"Shit duck!" Santana screeched as they faced the window. We fled to the ground as quick as possible.
"Do you think they saw us?" I asked planting my face to the ground. Santana peaked her head back up and I followed.
"They are having like a full out sex riot in there." Santana said peaking her head over the edge of the window. "Is this what teachers do after hours?"
"I want to be a teacher." I said in response.
Santana quickly shoved my head back towards the ground as Mr. Schue faced the window.
"How awkward would it be if we got caught." I smiled and began peaking my head up again imagining all the awkwardness that would ensue if we indeed did get caught.
"Just try and be sly." Santana said looking at me in concern.
"I love this part of the song." I smiled and did a little shimmy shake as the piano part chimed. Santana smiled at me and we continued to watch our teachers acting strange in the classroom. We saw Ms. Pillsbury rip off Mr. Schue's shirt and our eyes widened.
"Mr. Schue is ripped!" I said in shock as we continued to watch. "This is so wrong, but I can't. Look. Away." It was like my eyes were glued inside the classroom.
The music continued to play and we mimicked and moaned during parts of the song.
I tugged and pulled at Santana's shirt making fun of the scenes that were going on before us. She played along and wrapped her arms around me in laughter.
"Shit." We both said as they faced the window. We were almost caught that time. "Let's go before things get more awkward." Santana said and we ran off in laughter.
We could hear the music down the empty hall and continued to sing and dance along.
We held hands, prancing down the aisle and smiling. Santana twirled me around and our smiles grew bigger.
I felt like we were having the most fun we've had in a while. Joking around and being in each others company. It felt good. I continued to dance around Santana when I was finally stopped by someone barging into my back.
"Ouch." I heard someone mumbled as I accidentally ran into them while I was looking at Santana.
I turned to look at what I had just stumbled over, "Oh. Sorry Kurt. I wasn't looking." I apologized.
He rubbed his head and managed to fix his hair. "You know you two are extremely gay." He said eyeing the both of us basically panting out of breath from dancing through the halls.
Santana crossed her arms and gave Kurt a glance, "Just because you're gay doesn't mean everyone else on the planet is too." She said quite defensively.
Kurt rolled his eyes and gave me a glare, "Well dancing around in hallways like that definitely set off my personal gay-dar." He said in response. "No need to take it personally." he said glaring at Santana.
"What are you doing here anyways? Roaming the halls for a fashion malfunction or something?" Santana asked.
"I was rehearsing with Mercedes. May I ask what you two are doing here so late?" Kurt replied.
"We were watching Mr. Schue and Ms. Pillsbury touch each other." I simply said in response.
Kurt looked at me wide eyes and lifted his hand to his face, "I'm just gonna go now." He said and scurried away.
Santana sure does get angry when someone says anything with her and gay in the same sentence. It is like the word has some crazy disease and she can't catch it or else she will die. I'm pretty sure the word gay can't and will not kill someone so she has nothing to worry about...even if it did I would fight it off with some of my super fighting strength so it wouldn't hurt her...
I liked dancing around in the halls with Santana. I felt like we were little kids practicing our dance moves. I have to admit, it was really awkward that spying on teachers would lead up to that point...but I guess I'm glad it happened...thank you Mr. Schue for your creepy weird sex drive.
Anyways, I'm pretty tired Diary I guess I'll talk to you soon. Sleep well, don't let Rocky bite!
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