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Glee: Season 1 Episode 4 - Preggers

Chapter Four
Friday quickly rolled around, and it was nearly time for McKinley High Titans big game. As a Cheerio one of our duties is to cheer at the boy's sporting events and unfortunately that includes their terrible football games. Do you know how hard it is to cheer for a team that got beat by a school full of death players. If it was up to Coach Sylvester, we wouldn't have to cheer for them, but apparently it is a non-negotiable requirement of the cheerleading squad. If anything, they should be cheering for us, not the other way around, we're the real athletes, we're the team with a cabinet full of trophies, all the boys do is smash their heads together and they can't even do that right. That being said, I've never been so confident that were gonna lose. The team has a new kicker, Lady Hummel, and I'm pretty sure I saw the team dancing to Beyonce in the choir room.

Cheering during a game is incredibly straight forward. There are no real routines involved, in fact I've managed to master the art of cheering whilst being completely zoned out. Brittany puts enough effort in for the both of us anyway. The game is going exactly as I expected it would, exactly as it goes every match. The Titans are losing 6-0, and by midway through the third quarter Finn still hasn't managed to find Puck with a pass once. Going into the final ten seconds of the match and the same still applies. Ten seconds to go until I don't have to go out with Chase, I smile to myself, talk about silver linings. 4…3…2…
"Timeout". Finn calls timeout with a second of the game remaining. I roll my eyes, why Frankenteen, just take the loss and then we can all go home. The team gathers in a huddle. What the…

At that moment, Beyonce starts to play through the speakers. Wait, are, are the guy's dancing? To Beyonce? During a game? They are, this must be what they were doing in the choir room. Lady Hummel's been on the team five minutes and he's already got them dancing to 'Singles Ladies'. Does he not know there's no dance break during a football game? I glance at Quinn, who just hides her face in her pom-poms. I look around and see the fans in the stands all dancing along. What is wrong with everybody, have the people of Lima officially lost it? As soon as the music stops, Finn collects the ball and launches it down field towards Puck who's making up some serious ground. He catches the ball and runs over the line. The crowd goes wild, we cheer for them. I can't believe what I've just seen. An actual smile grows on my face. We might not lose for once. We could even win, if we can score this field goal, bit wait is that Lady Hummel, they're leaving this up to him. Really? I've got more athleticism in my pinkie than he has in his whole body. Brittany grabs my pinkie with hers and squeezes, hard. I can feel her nervousness, it is matched by me and the rest of the team and all the spectators. You could cut the tension with a knife. Kurt signals and Beyonce comes back on over the speakers. He dances his run up and strikes the football…
It soars through the air and over the goalpost. The crowd erupts. He did it, Lady Hummel did it! We actually won!

I turn and hug Brittany, she hugs me back, jumping up and down. I instantly feel all giddy inside. We let go of each other, still smiling and Brittany starts to do the 'Single Ladies' dance. I watch her my smile growing by the second. "C'mon San, dance with me" she says pulling on my arm. How can I say no to that face, I drop my pom-poms and join in with her. I was so caught up with dancing with Brittany that I didn't even notice Chase come up to us.
"Hey Santana" he says, his helmet underneath his arm. Brittany turns me around and pushes me towards him. I look over my shoulder towards Britt and see her backing away with her thumbs up.
"Oh hey" I reply.
"We won" he smiles. I nod in agreement "So, does that mean I get to take you out?" he asks.
"What…like on a date?" I say taken aback by his words. He chuckles lightly.
"Yeah" he responds "How about Breadstix? Tomorrow night?"
"Erm, yeah, okay…" I nod and smile.
"Cool, I'll text you" he says as another of the team jumps on his back dragging him away towards the locker rooms. Why did I just say yes I ask myself? I don't do dates, I don't do romance, that why me and Puck work so well. It's only one date, it's gonna be fine, how bad can it be, I keep telling myself as I head towards the girls locker rooms.

The next night it's time for my date with Chase. I spent the whole day internally debating whether or not I should actually go through with it. Brittany convinced me I should so here I am. I've come to realise that Brittany can convince me to do anything. If Quinn or my mother or anybody else tries to make me do something I can easily stand my ground, but with Brittany my resolve crumbles with incredible ease.

Walking up to the Breadstix door I plaster on my best fake smile. I finally managed to get Chase to agree to meet at the restaurant despite his best efforts to pick me up from my house. There was no way I was letting him pick me up, I don't want him knowing where I live, my house, my neighbourhood, it's my space, it's private. Also, I really don't think he'd survive a grilling from my parents, he's too nice for that. I walk through the door and see him sat alone in a corner booth waiting. I head towards him and as I do, he stands up and exits the booth.

"Wow, you look…amazing" he says, his eyes widening.
"Erm, thanks" I smile, looking down towards my feet regaining my composure. He gestures his hand out for me to sit and waits for me to do so before sliding in on the opposite side of the table. We look at each other for a few moments until I can't take the silence anymore. "What? What are you looking at?" I add, getting more self-conscious by the second. He just shrugs his shoulders.
"Just…you" I can't help myself and a real smile escapes my lips. "Your smile…it's beautiful…you don't smile enough at school…you should do it more…it suits you" I look away from his gaze momentarily, trying to regain my composure and build my walls back up. "I bought you something" he adds, snapping me back to reality. He picks a rose up from off the seat next to him and hands it me over the table
"You bought me flowers?" I ask. Taking the rose from him and twirling it in my fingers.
"Yeah, well, flower…Roses are really expensive, but girls like 'em" he answers. I look at it for another moment before putting it down next to me. I don't even like roses, they're so cliché. Do all girls like roses? Then why don't I? I've always preferred lilies. But I suppose it's the thought that counts right. For the rest of the date, we sit and we eat and we make small talk. And it's nice, but it's kind of boring. There's no spark, no electricity, its definitely not like the movies. Towards the end of the date, I decide to find out what his true intentions are.
"So, your place?" I ask taking a sip of my soda. He looks at me, obviously taken aback by my words.
"Huh?" he mumbles.
"You know… for dessert" I answer raising my eyebrows, flirting with him, hoping he understands the euphemism. Surely, he must, everybody knows what that means. Oh my god, maybe he doesn't, maybe he's a virgin. I freeze and try to straighten out my thoughts, trying to make sure that my internal disgust at the thought is not matched on my outsides.
"What…No…I don't want to have sex with you Santana" he answers. Now I'm the one who's taken aback, he doesn't want to have sex, that's all guys want, well what all guys I know want. He leans over the table, takes my hands and looks me in the eyes. "Look I really like you, Santana. Like a lot" he looks away for a moment before continuing "I just want to do this right you know? Take things slow, get to really know each other. I want to know everything about you" I feel my insides freeze. Oh god, he wants commitment, feelings, eye contact, everything I don't. I want sex, I want to feel something. He wants long term; I want quick and easy. I feel my mind scrambling trying to process all this new information, I can't think straight, so I just involuntary not in agreement. I knew this was a bad idea, why did I let Brittany talk me into it. Brittany, the blonde enters my mind and my stomach flips at the thought of her. I can't help but smile.
"You ready?" I snap back to reality and as I hear Chase's voice. I nod. He's standing at the end of the table with his hand out. I pick up the rose with one hand and take his with the other. We walk towards the exit hand in hand.

"I had a good time tonight" I say looking at Chase as we stand outside the restaurant. It isn't a lie, it's just not a hundred percent truthful.
"Me too" he replies, looking in my eyes. He leans forward, I meet his lips with mine. We kiss. I feel nothing. I deepen this kiss. I still feel nothing. He smiles as we pull away from each other "Wow" he whispers, still smiling.
"Mmm-hum. Thank you for dinner" I say as a turn to walk away towards my car. I glance back over my shoulder as I reach my car and shoot him a smile. I get into my car, rest my head on the steering wheel and sigh. Nothing, why did I feel nothing. What the hell is wrong with you Santana? He's a gentleman, he's hot, he actually likes you, so why did I feel nothing I internally quiz myself. I pull out of the parking lot as I come to the decision, if I want to feel something with him, I need to have sex with him, as soon as possible.