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Glee: Season 1 Episode 6 - Vitamin D

Chapter Three

"Santana…can we talk?" I turn my head to see Chase standing in the hallway. Urgh, Chase. I sigh and turn back to finish my conversation with Brittany. "Now please" he says grabbing my arm.

"Fine" I groan loudly. "Sorry Britt, see you in Glee?" I say as he practically pulls me away from my locker and down the hallway towards the library. He finds an empty table in the corner of the room, and we sit across from each other. The silence filling the room.

"What?" I asked, getting increasingly annoyed. He takes a breath before talking.

"We had sex didn't we" he says half asking, half stating.

"Oh my god. That's where I know you from!" I say sarcastically, leaning back on my chair and folding my arms.

"I'm serious Santana" he says grabbing my hand, making the legs of my chairs go back onto the ground. "We slept together, and it was amazing and the ten days or so after were too" he looks into my eyes "But you haven't spoken to me in two weeks. You're not answering my texts or calls. Why? What's changed?" he asks. A wave of guilt overcomes my body and an image of Brittany fills my mind. Ever since the Invitationals I haven't been able to think about anything, anyone but Brittany. I don't like Chase like that, but still he's a nice guy and I don't want to hurt him. I try to formulate a response, but I take too long.

"Tell me, honestly…Are you back sleeping with Puck?" he asks.

"What! No!" I say defensively, pulling my hands away from his and standing up. I look around to see people lift their heads up from their books. I sit back down. "I promise you, I am not sleeping with Puck" I say looking in his eyes. I can see the emotion behind his eyes. I can't do this to him anymore, I can't keep stringing him along, not if he's developing feelings. Feelings are messy. I don't do feelings. I just want a quick hook up, to feel something. Anything. I take a deep breath. I need to let him down gently; I still need him to keep the football team quiet about my drunken beer pong kiss with Brittany. "But I don't think this is working" I say slowly "You're a great guy and everything but…" I trail off unable to find the words. I see the sadness in his eyes and look away. "I'm sorry. It's over" I say, getting up and leaving.

We have one more rehearsal before we all meet in the choir room and the boys perform their mash up. We haven't actually practised ours yet, but I'm not worried, there's no way we're gonna lose. I thought that giving the lead vocals to Berry would preoccupy her enough to stop being such an annoying little hobbit but apparently, I was wrong. She's worse, much worse and today was no exception. We're all gathered in the dance studio as Berry walks in. "Okay, girls, we need to get started" she says walking up to me.

"We're getting warmed up" I scoff at her, continuing to shape my eyebrows.

"Where's Quinn?" she asks. I ignore her. I don't know why she's directing all these questions to me; do I look like Quinn's babysitter?

"Probably down at the mall looking for elastic-waist pants" Brittany answers. I turn to her and laugh with the rest of the group, well everyone except for Berry. God, it's just a joke, she really needs to learn to lighten up, she's so uptight.

"Mr. Schuester's right, you guys. We can't get complacent" Berry says walking towards Mercedes and Tina, trying to get them to agree with her.

"Chill out. I already picked the songs" Mercedes replies, concentrating on Tina's nails. I watch their conversation through the refection in the mirror. "We're gonna do a mash-up of 'Halo' and 'Walking on Sunshine'" she says to Berry.

"Yeah, that was my idea" Berry says purposefully.

"Whatever" Mercedes shakes her head. "Come on. We can do this in our sleep. You think those six dudes are gonna give us any competition?" she asks Berry "I say we just wing it"

"We can't just wing it" Berry says back, losing the argument.

"All those in favour of winging it?" Mercedes says to the group not looking up from Tina's nails. The room stays silent. "All those opposed?" she asks. Only Berry raises her hand. "Looks like the ayes have it" she smiles sarcastically at Berry, who storms out (yet again).

After Berry stormed out of the dance studio our rehearsal came to a quick conclusion, so I left to find Quinn. Come to think of it, Quinn hadn't been to any rehearsals in the past week, and I was going to find out why. I checked the bathroom, she wasn't there, I checked by her locker, she wasn't there either. I even looked through the window of Coach Sylvester's office, she wasn't there either. Maybe Brittany was actually right, maybe she wasn't even in school. I was just about to give up and go home when I spot a lowly blonde figure in a Cheerios uniform in the middle of the field. I run over to her to see her walking through a Cheerios routine.

"Hey Q, you weren't at Glee club today" I say as I reach her. "Are you okay?". She ignores me and carries on practising. "Is it about you know?" I look down to her stomach. She immediately stops what she's doing and turns to glare at me.

"No Santana. It's not. Not everything is about that" she looks down to her stomach "Maybe I just don't want to be the reason we lose nationals; you ever think of that? Maybe, Glee club is stupid, and if you and Britt spent more time practising for the Cheerios and less being back up to RuPaul, my knees wouldn't buckle from carrying the whole damn team!" her voice getting louder and louder with every word, turning into a shout.

"Whatever" I scoff "I actually came to see if you were okay but fuck you" I spin on my heels and turn to leave almost bumping into Puck as I do.

"Hey Santana. I've been looking for you" he says stopping me in my tracks.

"Urgh, what now Puckerman?" I reply, rolling my eyes and crossing my arms over my chest.

"I heard you broke up with Chase" he starts.

"Maybe" I shrug in return.

"So, my place, eight o'clock?" he asks. I see him look over my shoulder as he does. Looking at Quinn. I squint at him; he's just trying to use me to make Quinn jealous, for some reason. I should know, I've just done the same thing with Chase.

"Maybe" I say brushing past him.

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That night I decide against going to Pucks. I only sleep with guys on my terms, and I am not being used as a pawn in his plan to make Quinn jealous if I'm not getting anything out of it. I go to my abuelas house instead. She's just locking her front door as I pull up on the side of the road. "Hey abuelita. Is this a bad time?" I ask getting out of the car.

"Ah Santana" she turns to face me "I have to go to the store. The bus will be leaving in a minute" she says walking down the path.

"Don't be silly abuelita. I'll drive you" I reply, taking her hand and stopping her from going further down the road. I guide her to my car and make the short journey to the store, spending the whole ride talking about the Cheerios.

Once at the store I follow my abuela around as she begins to fill up the cart. Isle after isle the conversation still being dominated by the Cheerios. It's when we turn down the next isle that my focus is dragged away from my abuela. The second we turn the corner my eyes are instantly drawn to the tall, blonde rummaging through the bread selection. Brittney. My eyes light up. "Santana!" My abuela says, bringing me out of my trance.

"Huh?" I reply.

"Did you find the passion Santana?" she asks again.

"Oh yeah. I think I did" I reply, my eyes still focused on the blonde "Bread?" I ask my abuela, trying to find an excuse to go over.

"Si" she replies. I start to make my way over to the bread selection when the blonde turns around, and…it's not Brittany. My stomach sinks. I really thought it was her. Why can't I get her out of my mind? Feeling deflated I walk back down to the isle to my abuela, dragging my feet as I do.

"Where the bread?" she asks as I come back empty handed. "Ay dios mio Santana. I'll get it myself" she says throwing her arms in the air.

"So, when do I get to meet this boy?" my abuela says returning with the bread.

"Oh, erm, I'm not sure" I reply, remembering how nice Brittany looked at school today at the mention of the 'boy' in question, an involuntary smile escapes my lips.

"Ah it is a forbidden love, si. The best kind of love" my abuela replies. Forbidden love, I am not in love with Brittany I think to myself.

"I'm not in love with them abuela" I say back not letting the emotion in my voice seep through.

"I see that smile" she continues "Your abuelo and I had a forbidden love and I used to smile just like you did. The way you look at him when nobody else is watching. The kisses in dark corners where nobody can see. I know it all too well" she stops the cart in the check-out line and turns to me "…but Santana, just be careful. A forbidden love cannot stay a secret forever. If you can't share it, with me, with your family, then what you are doing is wrong." My heart sinks at the word wrong. I know it's wrong, so why can't I stop myself. I know it's wrong, so why does it feel so fucking good. We spend the rest of our time in silence, comfortable silence, her words still ringing in my mind.