Hi, guys. So, we finally get to the first Santana scene from the episode in this chapter. I hope you're liking this story so far, I know it's a slow burn but it should be heating up soon I promise. I just want to lay some ground work first. I'd love to hear your feedback, so if anybody wants to review that would be awesome. I hope you enjoy the chapter. Happy reading :)
Glee: Season 1 Episode 4 - Preggers
Chapter Three
When Monday morning came around, I knew what I had to do, I had suck it up and apologise to Mr. Shue. Not because he's my Spanish teacher, I couldn't care less about that, but because he's the Glee Club director. And although I'd never admit it, I was starting to enjoy Glee Club now that we were preparing for the Invitationals and doing actual songs, I had to admit it was kind of fun. I never knew that I loved performing as much as I do. When I'm in Glee Club and on the auditorium stage it's the only time in the school day when I can fully relax, enjoy the moment and just be me. Britt loves it too and I can't help but smile and feel all fuzzy inside whenever I catch a glimpse of her dancing or laughing with the rest of the group. I don't want to lose that, I can't lose that. I make my way to the choir room and knock on the door, taking a deep breath as I do so.
"Mr. Shue…" I say sheepishly opening the door. He looks up from a stack of music sheet paper.
"Come in Santana" he answers. I slowly enter the room, closing the door behind me and take another deep breath, swallowing my pride as I do. I look down at my hands and start twiddling my fingers.
"I just wanted to…erm…apologise…for…the way I…erm…acted the other day…in Spanish" I finally manage to get the words out. God why is apologising so hard, see this is why I never do it. It's weak and stupid. I look up, to see him looking back at me.
"Well, thank you Santana" he starts "That's very big of you. But it still doesn't change what happened"
"I know" I say. "It was rude and disrespectful, and I truly am sorry. You didn't deserve it". The room goes silent for a few moments.
"Let me ask you a question. Why did you join Glee Club?" he asks me with genuine interest.
"Quinn made me" I shrug my shoulders as I reply.
"Do you enjoy being in Glee Club" he follows up.
"I do" I reply "I mean, at first I thought it was lame" I say folding my arms across my chest, trying to hide my insecurities, not wanting to show my true feelings. "But it's actually kinda fun. It would be better if we didn't just sing back up to Berry all the time" I shrug.
"Okay, good. So how do we move on from this?" he asks. I don't reply. I just stand and wait for my punishment, knowing that Coach Sue won't be able to get me out of this one. Mr. Shue seems to be the only teacher in the whole school that Coach Sylvester can't control. "…A month's afterschool detention" he decides.
"But…that's when Glee Club is?" I reply, my stomach sinking. Is Mr. Shue kicking me out of Glee Club? Is that why he asked me if I liked his club, just so he knew I would be upset of I got kicked out. I should have lied, said that I didn't like Glee Club. He's no better than Coach Sylvester. I thought Mr. Schuester was meant to be fair.
"I know" a small smile forms in the corner of his mouth. I burrow my brows in confusion. "So I expect to see you here in the choir room after school for the next month…no exceptions…no excuses...we need to be perfect for invitationals in a few weeks".
"Yes Mr. Shue" I answer, trying to supress a smile as I understand what my punishment is, squealing with happiness inside. I turn to walk out of the room.
"Oh, and Santana" he calls after me. I turn around "No more running off to Sue and telling her about what happens in Glee Club. If you're in, you're in 100%" I smile and nod in agreement as I walk out of the choir room.
I let out a huge sigh of relief as I walk down the corridor towards the doors. That went infinitely better than expected. We have a free period next, and I know that Quinn and Brittany will be out on the bleachers watching Finn and the others practise. I soon spot the pair of blondes and make my way up to meet them.
"Hey girls" I say as I sit down next to Brittany and interwind our pinkies together.
"Hey San" They reply in unison. "So how did it go with Shue?" They ask.
"Hmmm…" I shrug my shoulders. They both look at me, expecting more of an explanation "We came to an agreement" I smile, raising my eyebrows "I told you I'd get him to come around" I lie, choosing not to disclose the fact that I wasn't in control of the situation. After a few minutes of watching the boys train, I find myself glancing at Brittany internally hoping that she'll look back. She doesn't. My stomach sinks. I quickly look away. I look to Chase. He looks good all in his pads, sweat dripping down his face.
"I'm gonna do it Britt" I say getting the blonde's attention "I'm gonna go speak to Chase"
"Yey" Brittany squeals "It's about time" she nudges me in the shoulder.
"So, you're okay with it?" I probe, it's almost as if I want her to say no. Why do I want her to say no? Do I want her to be jealous?
"Yeah, course San" she smiles "You're my best friend I want you to be happy" she lifts up our hands and kisses my pinky. My stomach flips. "You look super-hot. Now go get your man" she says. My stomach sinks back down.
"Hey Chase" I say, battling my eyes and pulling out my best flirt, making sure I walk straight past Puck as I do. I have no intention of getting back together with Puck, it can't hurt to make him jealous.
"Hey Santana" he replies taking off his helmet and smiling "To what do I owe the pleasure"
"Play your cards right, and you'll get plenty of pleasure" I say, internally gipping. I go up on my tiptoes and whisper in his ear. "Win on Friday night and we'll talk" I breath on his ear before turning around and walking away before he can reply. I feel Puck's eyes watching me as I walk away, I ignore him. Always leave them wanting more I think to myself.
I make my way back to the bleachers, but before I can tell Britt how it went Quinn intercepts my path.
"I need to talk to you" she says in a low voice and nots her head to the side. I follow her.
"You haven't told anyone have you? About you know…" she asks.
"What? No, course not" I answer.
"Good" she sighs out in relief. "You can't tell anyone, not even Britt…and certainty not Puck" Not Puck, that's very specific I think to myself. Why would I tell Puck? I'm not even sure I've ever even had a serious conversation with him before. I shrug it off, blaming it on her hormones.
"I won't I promise" I reply. "So, have you told Finn yet?"
"No. Not yet" Quinn says looking down at her stomach.
"Quinn. You need to tell him. Soon" I say tying my best not to sound like I'm lecturing her. The longer she leaves it the worse it will be.
"I am, tomorrow" she replies. I roll my eyes and shake my head in response, not fully believing her.
That afternoon at Glee Club I finally get a change to tell Brittany how it went with Chase. She seems really happy for me, so why do I feel so bad? I try to shake the feeling out of my mind, carrying on our conversation. You see, the McKinley High football team haven't won a football game all season and I can't see that changing on Friday. So, I won't even have to go out with Chase, I can just string him along, ready for when I might need him. The thing you need to know is that guys are like food, they have a specific purpose (in their case, they're a popularity symbol), they have one use (sex, duh), it never hurts to have a couple ready and waiting for when you might need them (like cans in a cupboard) and they're easily disposable (I don't catch feelings, ever). They're the perfect tool for my rise to the top of the McKinley High school food chain, and the best way to ensure that I don't start my day with a slushy facial. You're protected at the top, and trust me being in Glee Club, you need all the protection you can get.
As the school bell rings, and everyone is here, Mr. Schuester starts to hand out the sheet music for todays lesson, starting with Berry first.
"Excuse me, this isn't the right key" she says as he hands out the rest of the papers.
"No, that's actually the right key" Mr. Shue replies turning to look at her.
"This is the alto part" she fires back, clearly getting more wound up by the second. I try to ignore her, rolling my eyes. This happens every time.
"Yep. Tina's doing the solo" he replies, that air of calmness still in his voice.
"I-I'm sorry" Rachel stutters. She even sounds like Tina now, maybe she thinks that Shue won't know the difference if she stutters, I giggle to myself. "There must be some sort of mix-up. I thought I made it very clear that anything from West Side Story goes to me" I roll my eyes to Brittny, as we have to endure another Berry lecture "Maria is my part. Natalie Wood was a Jew, you know. I've had a very deep personal connection to this role from the age of one". Well, Maria is supposed to be a Latina, but you don't see me hogging all those roles do you, I think to myself shaking my head.
"Well, I'm trying to shake things up a bit, get us out of our boxes" he explains back to her. Is this because of what I said earlier, I think to myself, supressing a giggle. Wow, even when I'm not trying, I can still tear Berry's dreams down, I'm just that good.
"You're trying to punish me" she argues back. C'mon Shue, stand your ground I think, internally cheering him on.
"I think you're being irrational" he shrugs.
"I think you're being unfair" she shoots back, her voice raising.
"I think you're being unfair to Tina, who might have been happy about getting her first solo" he gestures to Tina.
"Tina knows how much I respect her, and I think she would agree with me that she's not ready for such an iconic role as Maria" Wow and people call me mean, at least when I insult someone, I say it to their face, not hide it in between fake compliments. Berry can be a total bitch when she wants to. If she didn't make me want to rip my eyes and ears out, we could have even been 'friends'.
"Wait" Mercedes interjects "I'm a jet". Everyone turns to look at Mercedes, as Berry storms out of the choir room…again. I roll my eyes.
"The more times she storms out of rehearsal, the less impact it has" Artie says, addressing the group. I couldn't agree more Wheels.
