A/N: Thank you so much for my last couple of reviews, they mean so much to me. Don't worry there is definitely some more Santana/Maribel moments coming up in the next couple of episodes, so hang tight for them.
Here's the next chapter I hope you guys enjoy :)
Glee: Season 1 Episode 6 - Vitamin D
Chapter Four
I haven't spoken to Quinn since our argument on the field yesterday and I notice that she isn't at Glee Club again. Like me, the rest of the girls are sat at the front of the room when Mr. Schuester comes out of his office. "Okay girls. The boys are performing their mash-up today. And remember whoever wins gets to pick the number for Sectionals." he gestures to the microphones set up behind him. Berry glares at the rest of us when Mr. Shue says this. She really needs to stop worrying. "Okay" he rubs his hands together "and now to introduce our celebrity guest judge…" he points towards his office door "Miss Pillsbury" he says excitably. Miss Pillsbury walks slowly out of into the centre of the room. We all look at each other and slowly clap, well everyone except for Brittany who jumps out of her seat and cheers. I look up to Brittany and grab her wrist pulling her back down to sit next to me.
"It's only the guidance counsellor" I say quietly to Brittany, not understanding why she's so excited.
"I know" she says back to me. "I'm just happy it's not Britney Spears" Before I can reply the guys walk into the room all pumped up. They're all wearing black leather jackets, a white t-shirt and jeans. They move into their starting positions before, Mr. Schuester clicks the timer, signalling the start of their performance. The band start to play the intro to "It's My Life' by Bon Jovi. Finn spins around energetically. My jaw drops. What the hell, I was not expecting this. How are they so energetic, he was practically falling asleep stood up the other day, it's like they're on speed or something. Their mash-up is actually really good. Shit maybe we did underestimate the boys. If we lose, Berry is never gonna let us live this down. As their number ends everybody in the room claps for the guys and Mr. Schuester gets up from behind his desk.
"Awesome, guys" he says high fiving the group "Geez, I didn't know you had it in you. It's like somebody slipped something in your juice boxes. Whoo!" he turns to face the rest of us "You ladies better bring it tomorrow. Otherwise, we've got our opening number for Sectionals!" The boys jump up and down and cheer at the news. I still think, they're getting ahead of themselves, we can still beat them. We need to beat them, for my sanity if nothing else. I glance over to Berry, she looks worried.
Once the session is over and the group starts to mix I make a quick exit out of the choir room. I just know that Berry is going to want to call a group meeting to freak out about our performance tomorrow and I just don't have the effort for that today, the conversation with my abuela is still stirring in my mind. I make my way to my locker as I hear a voice call my name.
"Oy, Lopez" I turn around to see Puck walking down the corridor towards me. I roll my eyes, cross my arms and smile sarcastically at him. "Where were you last night. You stood me up" He pulls me to the side. "Nobody stands up the Puckasaurus" he adds in a whisper.
"Busy" I shrug.
"So tonight, eight o'clock, my place" he asks.
"Can't, Tuesday night is my night with Britt" I reply.
"Wait what? So, you're giving up all this" he gestures to his body "to paint pretty pictures with a toddler in a Cheerios skirt. Isn't that kinda gay?". Gay. The word echoes in my head and my eyes widen. I turn my head away from Puck so he can't see my reaction. I'm not gay. Brittany is my best friend, so yeah, I want to spend time with her, it's what friends do. I don't accuse Puck of being gay every time he showers in the boy's locker room or slaps Finn on the ass when he scores a touchdown. And anyway, and more importantly, how dare he speak about Britt like that, who the hell does he think he is.
"Look here Puckerman" I start backing him up against the lockers, my voice stern. "Don't you ever talk about my girl Britt like that again, okay?" He nods. "She is special and a freaking genius, and you're just too dumb to see it. Agreed?" He nods again. "And if you do, there ain't no way you are ever getting some of this again. Got it?" he nods a third time. "Good" I whisper in his ear as I turn to walk away from him, my blood still boiling.
"You know, you're hot when you're pissed" he shouts down the corridor after me. I raise my right arm in the air and flip him off without looking back and leave the school building.
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It's Tuesday evening and I find myself right where I want to be, here with Brittany, and as I watch her eat pizza again, I feel content. Like this is where I'm meant to be right now. Not with Puck or Chase or any of them other guys, but with Britt.
"So, what do you want to do tonight?" Brittany quizzes, taking a sip of soda. "We could watch a movie or make Lord Tubbington do a fashion show?"
"Yeah, we could" I say standing up and moving to sit on Brittany's bed "Or we could you know 'talk'" I say patting the empty side of the bed beside me and raising my eyebrows hoping she understands what I'm insinuating. She jumps up off the floor and onto the bed next to me.
"So, what do you want to talk about?" she asks flirtatiously, bringing her face closer to mine.
"Oh, I think you know exactly what I want to talk about…" I reply softly, biting my bottom lip as Brittany starts to close the distance. I start to think about the conversation at the store with my abuela. It's wrong. I shouldn't be doing this. I told myself I wouldn't do this to Brittany again, but I just can't help it. I can't help myself. And then I remember her words 'kisses in the dark'. It was dark last week when we kissed and the feeling of guilt was way less than it is right now. Maybe the dark is a good thing. There's no real eye contact in the dark. It's not really real in the dark I convince myself. I feel Brittany's sweet breath almost dancing on my lips, pulling me out of my train of thought. I pull away.
"What's wrong?" Brittany asks, sitting up, leaning on her arm. "D-do you not what to do this? I-I thought…"
"No. I do" I cut Brittany off midsentence. "Just…with the lights off" I add, switching off the light and making my way back to the bed.
As soon as I switch the light off the immense sense of guilt that I am feeling lifts slightly. I put my hand out and stroke Brittany's cheek softly with my thumb as she lays down on the bed. I can just about make out her features in the darkness. I trace her face with my eyes, taking in every inch, slowly making my way up from her lips to her eyes. When our eyes meet, I see hers sparkle in the moonlight. The most beautiful sparkle. I smile as I look back down at her lips and lean in. Our lips touch and that wave of happiness returns. I close my eyes and feel her kiss me back. I can't help but wonder if this feels as good for her as it does me. As the kiss deepens, I feel Brittany start to run her fingers through my hair, sending a shiver down my spine. I pull away as a soft moan escapes my lips. Brittany lets out a soft, sweet laugh of approval at the noise and guides my lips back down to hers. I feel my heart rate increase as Brittany takes control. Takes control of me. I've never been in this situation before, but the fire slowly igniting in the pit of my stomach tells me that I like it. She gently bites my bottom lip as we continue to kiss. I let out another involuntary moan as my lips open, granting her the access she wants. I squeeze my eyes tighter together as I allow Brittany to take full control of the situation. I've never felt so vulnerable…
"Britt…San…" a voice shouts as the bedroom door flings open and the light comes flickering back on. I jump off of Brittany and onto the other side of the bed, hitting my shoulder blade on her bedside cabinet as I do so. "Why are you in the dark?" the voice asks, jumping on the bed. It's Hailey. She shuffles her way up in between the two of us. "So…whatcha doin?" she looks at me and then to Brittany.
"Nothing" we reply together. I look at Brittany out of the corner of my eye, how could she not lock the fucking door I sigh to myself.
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I decide to leave Brittany's house fairly quickly after our evening is interrupted by a little blonde seven-year-old, because let's be honest that's kind of a mood killer. Driving back to my house I replay our all be it short make out session over and over in my head and that feeling of vulnerability comes flooding back. Now that I am not with Brittany and I'm all alone it feels different. I don't like it anymore. It doesn't feel good. I feel weak, I feel my facade fading, my walls crumbling by the second. I grip my steering wheel a little tighter as these thoughts run through my mind. I can't stand this feeling anymore. I slam on the breaks, jolting myself forward, clearing my mind. Fuck this, I'm Santana Lopez, I'm in charge. I need this feeling gone. Feeling nothing is better than this. Right? I turn left at the next intersection, and drive towards Puck's house.
Once at Pucks house I make my way up the drive and bang on his door. After a few moments he answers. "Santana. I knew you couldn't resist" he laughs.
"Yeah well, you scratch my back I'll scratch yours" I say following him in and upstairs towards to his bedroom. I pause for a moment at the door and close my eyes. Brittany appears, I push it down. No, making out with Brittany was wrong. This. This is right I tell myself, taking a deep breath. I walk into the room, shutting the bedroom door behind me.
A/N: Sorry its a fairly short chapter. it just seemed like a good place to stop ready for the final part of this episode. Don't forget to let me know what you guys think so far :)