Author's Note: Last night's episode bored me. Sigh. But Santana kicked butt! Just made me love her even more. Anyhow, please review! :)
Santana's POV
"I don't know why I'm even helping you make this stupid tape. She's just using you for your dance moves."
"I've seen her dance, Maria. She doesn't need to use me for that. Trust me."
I rearranged my room the following day to look like a dance studio, or what a dance studio was supposed to look like. Maria and I managed to push my bed back as well as my chairs and dressers against the walls so I could have moving space. I draped a powder blue long piece of paper over my mirror to make it appear that I was dancing in the clouds.
"You're wasting your time, ya know?" Maria started, "She's only going to see that pretty Spanish girl with moves and nothing more...I don't understand why..."
"Damn it Maria!" I slammed my dresser against the wall and spun around to eye her. "Look, I'm sorry okay? I'm so sorry for what Nat..."
"Don't say his name!"
"...han! Put you through! But she's not him! She's different, I know it. And I'm tired of hearing your mouth about it. You may not like the friendship me and my pen pal have, but you don't have to put me down for it."
"Friendship? You have only spoken to her for two days."
"And in those two days I've grown to admire her. She's honest and cool, and not to mention a kick ass dancer. Where Nathan failed, Brittany succeeds. I'm sorry, Maria, but I refuse to live in your shadow."
Maria looked taken aback by my words. She grabbed her book bag and slung it over her shoulder.
"So you're leaving now?" I asked. I could tell she was hurt; she was covering up her tears.
"Last year I was just like you, Santana. Cared more about a pen pal far away from us than I did my own sad little life here, I cared so much about impressing Nathan that I didn't stop to think that maybe he was using me, that maybe he didn't truly care. We talked for months, Santana, months..."
"I know, I was there..."
"...And during those months I did think I found a friend. I did think that maybe, just maybe I found someone outside of this poor sad little state who could be more than I could ever imagine, but I was wrong." She had tears streaming down her face, "He didn't care about me at all. Those talks we had were just a measure so he could prove to his teacher he actually had been talking to someone in Mexico. Community Service is what they called it. Reaching out to us poor sad little people on the other side of the world, trying to make us feel some reassurance, some hope of life and then snatch it away. Nathan broke my heart when I went to see him, proclaiming he didn't know me. Scoffing at me, laughing with his buddies I was just a sad little girl, lost in the mist of a conversation I knew existed..."
"Brittany is different..."
"...No one is different, Santana. Brittany is just like Nathan. She cares about your singing, she says. Can't wait to see you in a month's time she says, but you didn't even know about the arrangement until yesterday. Don't you think that's odd?" I opened my mouth to speak but she held up her hand, "Do what you must, Santana, I don't care anymore. Just remember that I tried to warn you about these Internet pen pal friendships, and when she blows it all in your face. I won't be there to pick it up off the floor." With that she exited my room. I sat on the edge of my bed, my head in my hands thinking...Was Brittany really like Nathan?
Brittany's POV
"Hey Brittany." I was standing at my locker, trying to find my math book when I heard the soft squeaks of wheels coming towards me.
"Hi Artie."
"I was wondering...Maybe...If you wanted to...We can go out sometime. Just me and you, not with Quinn or Finn...Only if you wanted to..."
"Uh..." I was starting to run out of excuses, "Sure, Artie. I'd like that." I grabbed my math book and closed my locker walking away from him.
I made my way towards the computer lab; I was actually looking forward to checking my email. Hoping that Santana had sent me a video of her dancing, it would be nice to put that amazing voice with a body.
I logged onto the computer and surfed the web a while before directing my attention to my email. I had 10 new messages but none of them were from Santana...Did she even make the video? I traveled from my email to my pen pal chat room, hoping to catch a small portion of Santana if by chance she was on. But nothing was there. I grew sad with my computer and logged off, wondering maybe Santana would send me the video later...
Santana's POV
I had recorded the video without Maria's help and now I played it back. I had been playing it back for the last few minutes trying to make myself upload it to the computer and email it to Brittany, but Maria's words floated in and out of my mind...
Brittany's POV
"Would you get off of your pen pal and tell me what happened with Artie?" Quinn was sitting opposite me in the cafeteria. I was playing with my mashed potatoes, for some odd reason I found myself making an "S" in them.
"What are you talking about? Nothing happened with Artie."
"I heard he asked you out..."
"Yeah..."
"And?"
"And I said yes, that's about it."
"Well, how did he say it? Was he nervous or confident?"
"He was Artie, what more do I need to explain?"
"I guess nothing with that attitude."
"Sorry, I was just thinking about..."
"Santana, yes I know. Ya know, the more you talk about her the more I begin to think you have a girl crush on her."
"A what?"
"Oh don't be so shocked about it. It's cool, doesn't mean you're gay or anything. Besides I have had my few of girl-crushes."
"Like?"
"Promise not to laugh or tell a soul?"
"Best friend oath."
"I had a girl-crush on Rachel, but it was so long ago."
"Wow..."
"Exactly, I thought she was attractive but doesn't mean anything. Now, enough with Santana and tell me what you plan on wearing on your date with Artie...See I was thinking..."
As Quinn began to enlighten me of her dos and don'ts on a first date I found myself thinking about Santana and what she was doing...
Santana's POV
"Can I talk to you?" I sat quietly down beside Maria, "Listen, about earlier..."
"Friends argue, Santana. No big deal."
"You're lying, it is a big deal."
She sighed, "You have your own mind Santana, I can't make you do anything more than you want to."
"Okay..."
"How did the video go? She like it?"
"I didn't send it yet."
"What were you waiting on?"
"I don't know really, I just got cold feet I guess."
"Did you at least upload it to your computer?"
"Yeah."
"Then just send it, don't be a baby about it. If she hates it, she hates it, if she loves it, she loves it. Who cares really?"
I opened my mouth to speak but closed it. Maria was still in a bad mood and now wasn't the time to try her. I said nothing as I pulled out my Iphone and went to my emails. I had saved the message in drafts still too scared to send it. I clicked on the draft and clicked the sent button. The damage was done; all I had to do was wait...
Brittany's POV
My phone chimed as I made my way down the hallway.
"I got an email!"
"Yipee?" Quinn questioned.
"It's from Santana."
"Ohhh, Yipee!"
"Hardy har har." I clicked open the email but found it hard to view the video on my phone, "I'm going to the library, see you in a few."
I marched down the hallway with a spring in my step. As I entered the library I felt my heart beating fast, my face was growing hot. I was eager. I sat down at a computer and logged on to my email. I clicked the attachment Santana sent and watched as a beautifully tanned Latina ballet danced around the room she was in. A powder blue paper swayed in the background as she made her twists and turns. Her face was elegant and graceful, almost unreal as she moved with a soft and slow speed around the room. I couldn't control the feeling I was feeling as I watched this dance, it was beyond beautiful. I muted the sound on the video and clicked on the audio Santana had sent me that I saved to my computer. I played it and re-watched as she danced to the sound of her own voice. Beautiful and graceful, she was. There was something about her that I couldn't quite figure out. It was like I was watching an angel, floating on her cloud of dance the only thing missing was a halo. I looped the music and the video again and again until the bell rang. I logged off the computer and replayed the video and song over and over again as I made my way to my class. I felt a new feeling for Santana. I don't know what the feeling was, but it was a feeling I had never felt before. Was it Lust? Love? Excitement? Eager? I don't know, but whatever the feeling was I was hoping it would never go away.