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Santana's POV
I had sent the video and had yet to hear a reply from Brittany. Maybe she didn't like the video and didn't know how to tell me? Or maybe she loved the video so much and was bragging to her dance friends that I was her pen pal? I sighed heavily. Why was Maria's word floating in my mind now? Everything was going smoothly between me and Brittany, and even though a part of me did feel used talking to her I never once thought about it the way I am thinking about it now. Brittany couldn't possibly be a Nathan, she didn't fit the profile. Then again what was Nathan's profile? He was handsome and a smooth talker, Brittany was beautiful and a smooth talker. Nathan asked question after question about Maria, but did so with grace and made sure to ask those caring questions. Brittany didn't really do that. She asked questions but not like Nathan. Hmmm...
The bell rang and I found myself outside in the Quad stuffing my face with my pizza watching as the jocks walked by me, except one of them stopped.
Puck.
Puck was a well known football player who had a thing for capturing his latest prey and sucking them in with his charm and wit and then screwing them and leaving them high and dry. He tried for a year to get my attention yet I didn't think twice about him.
"Hey Santana." He said as he made his way towards me.
"Hello."
"How's it going?"
"Good, you?"
"Can't complain, hey I was wondering..." He put one foot on the bench I was sitting on, "...How about me and you go out to eat tonight?"
"And why would I want to do that?"
"Because I'm Puckzilla baby, the best of the best at this school."
"Ha!" I folded my pizza up and stood up from my seat, "If that's the best you can come up with then you don't stand a chance with me." I walked away leaving Puck's bottom lip on the floor.
Brittany's POV
"Thanks for letting me use the studio, Mr. Schue."
"No problem, any chance a student gets to express themselves via song is a chance I'd be more than happy to help with."
I smiled as I put the earphones over my head and moved towards the mic.
"You know the song you chose speaks volume, it's very beautiful."
"Thank you."
The music started up and I began to drift away in the words, I couldn't wait to send it to Santana...
Santana's POV
I entered my room and flopped on my bed. I was drained for the cheerleading practice I had to endure. I guess my cheerleading coach didn't care that we all had lives outside of school. I rolled over on my back and felt my phone vibrate under me. I picked it up and noticed I had an email from Brittany. It had an attached file.
"Ugh, that means I have to get up to my computer."
I rolled over and made my way to my laptop. I logged onto my email and clicked the audio attachment and listened.
"All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am..."
Her voice was strong and powerful, like a volcano erupting for the first time in years. I felt myself grow hot in the face, I felt myself become powerless and get swept into the sweet sounds of her voice.
"...But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you..."
I saved the file and then clicked on the video I saved to my flash drive. I played it but muted the sounds and watched as she danced to the sound of her voice. Her moves were the opposite of her vocals; while her voice told the story of a sweet young girl in love her movements told the story of a girl trying to fight the temptation of love... I felt my heart beating faster, was that the message she was trying to get to me?
"...I climbed across the mountain tops
Swam all across the ocean blue
I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules
But baby I broke them all for you..."
No way. I was seeing to deep into it. It was only a song, it meant nothing. She probably chose this song because it was her favorite or something; it meant nothing more than that. Then why was my heart still beating out of my chest? I'm losing it. I just met this girl. Besides I'm not interested in her like that, she's just a dumb white girl from Ohio...Right? She doesn't mean anything more than that to me. Remember what Maria said, she's using me for my Spanish culture...She's using me...She's using me.
"...Because even when I was flat broke
You made me feel like a million bucks
Yeah you do and I was made for you..."
Song: The Story by Brandi Carlile (Sung by: Brittany)
Author's Note: I actually wrote this chapter after watching the musical episode of Grey's Anatomy. I thought this would be the perfect song for Brittany to sing. :)