A/N: Happy Friday guys. Here it is as promised, another chapter.
Thank you so much for my last review. I quite like the idea of going down the addiction route it's not something I've actually really thought about before, but if it's something you guys want to see I'm sure I can find a way to work it in there. Just let me know.
I hope you enjoy the next chapter, and don't forget to let me know what you think...
Glee: Season 1 Episode 7 - Throwdown
Chapter One
Saturday rolls around and its finally time for a lie in, but like the last couple of months, sleep does not come easily. I don't know if it's because of the early morning runs or the fact that I can't get a certain blonde out of my damn mind, but it's driving me crazy. I groan as I roll over and look at the time on my dimly light cell. 4:43am. I tut rolling onto my back and look up at the celling. I shut my eyes, trying desperately to clear my mind, but failing epically. Running my fingers through hair and chewing on my bottom lip, I decide to get up. I roll out of bed and lifelessly make my way to my closet. Pulling the back out again I take out the patterned wooden box. Sitting cross-legged in the middle of my bedroom floor I trace my fingers over the raised detail before taking off the lid.
I rummage to the bottom of the box and feel around, my hands find what I'm looking for and pull out a small photo album. I look at the cover and let out a soft chuckle as an excessive amount of glitter comes off on my hands. I read title on the cover, written in multicoloured puffy paint 'The Summer of Santittany'. Brittany had given me this photo album, even decorated it herself, on the first day of sophomore year after our first summer together. I slowly open the cover and look at the first picture. It's me and Britt in front of the Columbus Zoo. I smile to myself remembering the day fondly as I slowly turn the pages reliving our trip.
Brittany was convinced that there were real unicorns at the zoo and desperately wanted to go and see for herself, so we went. I knew there wouldn't be unicorns there, but I also didn't want her to go on her own and be disappointed, at least with me there I could console her. We spent the whole day at the zoo looking for the unicorns, laughing and joking whilst looking at the other animals without a care in the world. I turn the next page and shake my head, letting out a small laugh as I look at the photograph. Brittany had convinced me to go to into the bird enclosure with her (and let me tell you I am truly petrified of birds) where the birds we just flying around freely. I remember freezing in fear and Brittany pulling me into her arms protectively as we walked through, and I don't think I've ever felt safer than I did in that moment. It was like I could do anything, along as Britt was right there next to me. I look at the next photograph. Once out of the enclosure, we walked on, and Brittany found a zookeeper who would let you hold some of the owls. She was so excited to do it and then it was my turn. I tried to back out of it, but she wouldn't let me. I just remember being so nervous as the zookeeper put the glove on my hand, my eyes fixed on Britts the whole time. She then took my other hand, and that calmness that I have become more accustomed too recently, overtook my body and before I knew it, the zookeeper had called the owl and it was resting of my arm.
"You can stroke him. He won't bite" I remember the zookeeper telling me as I shook my head in response.
"C'mon San. He's so cute" Britt said to me, looking reassuringly into my eyes. She then slowly took our intertwined hands and moved them up to the owl, as we slowly stroked the bird together.
I shut the photo album and pull out a small owl plush from the box and look at it, another small smile escaping my lips. Looking down at the owl in my hands I recall our visit to the gift shop. We had gone all around the zoo without seeing a single unicorn (no surprise there) and I just remember worrying that Brittany was going to be heartbroken.
"So did you have fun today?" I asked as we looked around "I'm sorry we didn't see any unicorns Britt" I added squeezing her hand in mine.
"Of course we did San. They're right there" she replied pointing over my shoulder. Confused I turned around to see a whole unicorn display in the corner of the gift shop. Plush toys, pencils, notebooks, t-shirts, everything all adorned with unicorns and rainbows. I then just watch and smile, as Britt runs over with a huge grin plastered on her face. She comes back to me her arms filled with unicorn merchandise.
"I'm just gonna nip to the loo. I'll meet you outside" I say to her turning to leave the store as she makes her way over to pay.
I waited outside on a picnic bench for a couple of minutes, trying to catch the last of the sun's rays, when Britt walked out holding a small plastic bag. I scrunched my brows in confusion.
"Where's all your unicorn stuff?" I ask as she sat down next to me.
"Put it back" she shrugged.
"Why?"
"I got you something instead" she pushed the bag towards me.
"But Britt. You didn't need to get me anything" I pushed the bag back towards her "Today was for you and for finding the unicorns"
"Santana. Just open it" she put the bag into my hand. I sighed and opened the bag, pulling out the owl plush.
"W-what? Why?" I asked, still confused.
"It's a reminder of how awesome you were today" she said smiling at me "You overcame your fear today. And if you can do that, you can do anything. I know you can" she added standing up and kissing my cheek.
Playing with the owl in my hands, I remember exactly how I felt in that moment and that feeling comes flooding back. That feeling of love, of safety and protection. The feelings I feel whenever I think of Britt, but remembering that day at the zoo, looking at the owl, the feelings have now intensified. I quickly put the photo album back into the wooden box and hide it back in my closet. I keep the owl out throwing it on my bed, then pick up my cell and message Brittany.
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That afternoon I meet Brittany at the North Hills Mall and after a few hours of browsing we make our way back to her house and to her bedroom. Her parents are at a soccer tournament with Hailey, so the house is completely empty.
"What do you want to watch?" Brittany asks as I sit on her bed.
"Don't care" I reply, shrugging. I actually don't want to watch anything. I've got something else in mind.
"One Tree Hill?"
"Yeah sure" I reply as Brittany comes and sits on the bed next to me, pressing play. I watch Brittany out of the corner of my eye and smile softly as I see her engrossed in the programme. I try my best not to stare, moving my eyes back to the television but they keep darting back to the blonde. I see the twinkle in her eye then look down to her lips, licking my own as I do. I start to softy rub the back of my left hand with my right in a circular motion trying my best to distract myself and push down my desire to kiss Brittany. When the urge finally becomes too much to handle, I get off the bed and make my way to her bedroom door and lock it. I turn around as I hear Brittany's voice.
"Santana? What are you doing?"
"Erm, just making sure we don't have any interruptions" I reply returning to her bed, closing the curtains and switching off the light on route. "You know, like the other night, with Hailey" As soon as I sit back on the bed, Brittany turns to face me, her features barely lit-up by the glow of the television.
"It's just like being in a movie theatre" she chuckles as she leans into my side.
"It is. Do you know what else happens in a move theatre?" I ask looking down at her, her head on my chest.
"No. What?" she asks.
"This" I reply cupping her cheek and leaning down capturing her lips in mine.
I slowly move my arm from behind Brittany's back so she's lying flat on the bed and straddle her hips. Moving a lose piece of hair out of her eye I smile as I lean down capturing her lips in my own again. I smile into the kiss as I close my eyes. The fire in my stomach starts to ignite as I trace Brittany's lips with my tongue. Her hand brushes my cheek softy, as she moves it to the back of my head and starts to run her fingers through my hair, as she grants me access. I let out a soft moan as our tongues meet like they're a pair of experienced dancers, effortlessly moving in unison, creating what to me feels like magic. I feel my walls crumbling with incredible ease. I start to pull away, trying to regulate my heartrate and regain at least an ounce of composure.
"San…no…stop" I hear Brittany moan, a husky tone to her voice that I've never heard before. I bite my bottom lip and let out a soft chuckle as I feel her ball her fist in my hair, trying to direct my lips back down to hers. My heart flutters as I realise, that Brittany must like this as much as I do. I allow her to guide my head back down, knowing that I can't deny Brittany anything she wants, and I want it just as much. I softly bite her bottom lip as our lips meet, just to let her know that I'm still in charge. Our chests meet, as I slowly lower my body down as the kiss deepens. I feel my heart rate rapidly increase at the contact. I wonder if she can feel how fast my heart is beating, she must be able to, it's practically leaping out of my chest right now. Brittany slowly pulls out of the kiss and moves her head to the side leaning up to my right ear. Her hot beath on my earlobe sends a shiver down my spine.
"Don't got home. Stay here tonight" she says in barely a whisper. I bite down on my lip hard trying to supress a smile.
The following morning I'm awoken by the bright sunlight shining in through the cracks in the curtains. I squeeze my eyes shut hard for a few extra moments, before slowly opening them to allow them to adjust to the bright light. I use my right hand to wipe any sleep out of my eyes before registering where I am. I am snuggled into Brittany's side, my head on her chest, our legs intertwined and her right arm around me protectively. I blindly put my right arm out reaching for my cell on the nightstand. My eyes widen as I look at the time 10:48am. This is the first time in months I've slept through the night without waking and slept in past five am. I smile as I realise the reason must be Brittany and relax back into her hold, closing my eyes not wanting this moment to ever end.
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Glee Club had only been in session for ten minutes and the tension between Mr. Schuester and our new co-director Coach Sylvester is evident to everyone in the room. "Good morning Glee losers" Coach Sylvester announces as she walks into the choir room. "We are going to be doing things very differently from now on. There will be no more Journey songs" she states pushing past Mr. Shue towards the centre of the room. Her statement is met with a murmur of agreement "Or songs so old, William here had to pull the cobwebs off the sheet music before handing it out" she shoots Mr. Shue a disgusted look "With me as lead director we will breeze all the way to nationals"
I turn to high-five Brittany and smile at Coach Sue's words.
"We're co-directors Sue" Mr. Schuester injects "We make these decisions together and I've already got the setlist for sectionals finalised" The majority of the group groans at his statement. Great, more duets for Frankenteen and man hands then, I think to myself, rolling my eyes.
"Well William. You say you make these decisions together but the groan from your club tells me that they disagree with your shocking lack of musical talent" she turns to face Mr. Shue "I've got to and find a new trophy cabinet for the Cheerios new nationals' trophy, so you are free to torture the poor souls, completely on your own" she pats him on the back as she leaves the choir room. Mr. Schue stands frozen still for a few moments as silence fills the room.
"Silence makes me sleepy" Brittany murmurs to me as she rests her head on my shoulder. I lean my head slightly on hers and think back to our weekend together. That wave of guilt I seem to be becoming more accustomed too comes flooding over me. I begin to internally analyse the decisions that I made over the weekend. I try to pay attention to Mr. Schuester, but my guilt keeps coming to the forefront of my mind.
Mr. Schuester finally moves, grabbing an empty chair and places it in front of the group and sits in it backwards. "Maybe Coach Sylvester has a point' he sighs. "As we head into Sectionals, I want to get some feedback, like what kind of stuff you guys would like to be doing. Is there anything, any music in particular, that you guys want to do?" he asks.
"Could we try something a little more…black?" Mercedes asks.
"I agree" Lady Hummel backs up his friend. "We do an awful lot of show tunes"
"It's Glee Club. Not Krunk Club" Berry interjects. Of course, Berry doesn't want to do anything other than Barbra, she knows if we do then she can say goodbye to the solo.
"Don't make me take you to the carpet" Mercedes turns to Berry. Ha I would actually pay to see that, and I bet it would be worth every penny I think to myself internally laughing at the image of Wheezy and Berry in my head.
"Fantastic" Mr. Schuester interrupts before the situation can escalate. "Thank you, Mercedes, Kurt. Duly noted. Anything else?"
"I can pop and lock" Mike adds raising his hand. I look at him out of the corner of my eye.
"Not really what we're going for, Mike, but…noted. Noted. Yes" Mr. Shue replies, shutting him down.
I glance past Mike and see Puck sat behind him. Then it dawns on me, I know exactly what I must do the rid myself of this guilt. Or rather who.
A/N: Make sure you tune in next week to see how Santana deals with her guilt...