Author's Note: Broken thoughts anyone?
Santana's POV
Though there wasn't much conversation between me and Brittany I didn't want to go to my hotel room yet. Just being in her presence was reward enough for me. That sounds weird, I know, but there was something about her that made me...
Brittany's POV
...Love to be around her. Maybe it was the way she spoke with her facial expressions that made me laugh and smile and look at her with wonder. Her silence spoke loudly to me; it was almost as if I knew what she was going to say without really saying it, especially the way...
Santana's POV
...Her eyes danced whenever talk of singing or dancing or anything that sounded the most fun came up. Her eyes. Her piercing, sparkling, blue eyes. I love her eyes. They seem to call to me without really trying, they tell the story of her happiness and her downfall. They tell the story of what she yearns for, what she wants. But what does Brittany want? She probably wants...
Brittany's POV
...To meet a good-looking Ohio boy. Someone who can show her what it's like to be a Lima. She probably only came here to meet a guy, she doesn't truly care about me. Yet, I...
Santana's POV
...Trust her. I trust her in hopes that she wouldn't leave me stranded and apart from the world around us. I trust her to make me feel safe here in her home town. In her safe place. But was Ohio really her safe place? She seemed so...
Brittany's POV
...Distant. So out of it. Maybe she was thinking about a boy back home. Wake up Brittany! Santana is just your dance partner, who cares if she has a boyfriend or not? Who cares if she's interested in meeting a boy here...
Santana's POV
...I care. I care if she wants to ask about some stupid Mexican guy back home, or what the guys are really like. I care and I know I shouldn't. She's bad news, Brittany is defiantly bad news. Why should I give all of myself to her? We're just friends right? I mean...
Brittany's POV
...She calls me her friend so much I'm beginning to think she wants us to be best friends. Someone she can talk to whenever she's down or something. Yeah, that's it. She doesn't want me like I want her...But then again, how do I want her? Do I want her...
Santana's POV
...Like a girlfriend type deal? No, of course not...
Brittany's POV
...I mean me and her? Girlfriends? That's weird...That's crazy...That's...
Santana's POV
...Exactly what I want...
Brittany's POV
...But she doesn't want me...She couldn't possibly want me...
Santana's POV
...Could she? No...No...I'm just her dance partner...
Brittany's POV
...There is no feelings more than a dance partner...No way...She doesn't look at me the way Finn looks at Rachel, does she? No...
Santana's POV
...Then again she doesn't look at me the way Nathan looked at Maria. With pure hate. Maybe there is hope...
Brittany's POV
...Maybe there is a chance...
Brittany && Santana's POV
...That she loves me...
Author's End Note: I remember writing this chapter I didn't honestly know where I was going with it. I needed a break in between the last chapter and my idea for chapter 13, but I couldn't really think of anything. But you guys loved broken thoughts sooooooooooooooooooooooooo... Hope you all liked this chapter. Please review.