A/N: I'm sorry that I am a slow writer, I just want to get that now so I don't have angry people reading this, because I plan for there to be a happy ending. I know I will most likely never have a set schedule so don't hate me. I would still love it if you reviewed!
I really really want to say that I am responsible for the amazingness that is glee, but that would be lying. At least I can write about it.
Chapter 3:
Beep Beep. Beep Beep. I groan and blindly reach over to slam my alarm clock, but accidentally knock it to the floor. Knowing that if I don't get up now, I never will, so I slip out of bed and make my way towards the kitchen. The smell of waffles immediately greets me, and I see a plate of three waffles sitting on the counter next to a note. I pick it up and quickly read it.
I am going to work. I will see you later. Have a nice day.
-Quinn
I scarf down the delicious fluffy, yet not so warm waffles and pull on my exercise clothes. I figure that going on a run, and then going to the dance studio would probably be a good use of my morning. And you might get to see Brittany again. I brush off the voice in my head that is nothing, as I have completely come to terms with my unhealthy obsession. I decide to run to the coffee shop, since I know it is going to be a tiring day. Putting in my earbuds to listen to music, I go out the door, down the elevator, out the front of the apartment building, and start my run. I get lost in my thoughts, again, and before I know it, I am right in front of the coffee shop, Magic Beans. I pay for my mocha, and just as I turn around to go find a seat, I crash into something.
"Sorry. Sorry. I'm so sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going. Are you alright?" I look up to see a woman with light brown hair and big blue eyes, and can't help but feel a light flutter in in my stomach.
"It's okay. I'm fine. I should have also looked up, instead of walking with my head in the clouds." Her mouth turns up in a smile, and I hear her giggle.
"Wow. Your head was in the clouds. That must have been cool. Did they taste like cotton candy?"
"Um, no. It is just a figure of speech. It means that I was thinking instead of watching where I was going. My name is Santana by the way." I smile at her and hold out my hand expectantly.
"Oh. I'm Br-Jessica. Jessica." She looks a bit flustered as she introduces herself.
"Are you sure about that?" I joke.
"Yeah. That's my name, but most people just call me Jess."
"Well, it's nice to meet you Jess." She nods her head and points to the counter.
"I think your coffee is ready." I look behind me, and sure enough, my coffee is sitting there waiting for me.
"Thanks for the heads up. I gotta go. I am going to this dance studio to practice. I hope to see you around Jess." I turn to leave, but she grabs my arm.
"Wait, here is my number. Call me." She looks at me shyly. "I hope to hear from you soon." I nod my head and smile, glad I met such a kind person, and walk out of the coffee shop.
I get lost in my thoughts again, and before I know it, I am at the dance studio, my coffee still half way full. I walk through the doors, and once again hear soft music coming from one of the rooms in the back. I walk in that general direction, taking my time to admire the building and finish my drink.I find my way to the source of the music, and peer inside the room. Once again I see Brittany dancing in her own little world to the music that I heard from the waiting area. She is all sweaty, and she looks like she has been exercising for a while, but it actually is kind of attractive. No, Santana. You will not like the boss. No. Don't get involved. I stand there, content with just watching her dance, for what seems like a short amount of time. I keep telling myself that I will tell her that I am there after the song ends, but it appears to be on loop since when I check the time, a half an hour has already passed. Before I can open my mouth to speak, my brain seems to not want to cooperate, so I stand there with my mouth hanging open looking like a fucking idiot with a major crush on her, and I'm not saying that I don't, I just don't need her to know that. After about ten more minutes of just standing there admiring her, concocting my own fantasies in my head, I hear the music stop playing and come back to reality.
"Hey Santana. What's up?" I force myself to look into her beautiful ocean blue eyes and speak to her so I don't make an even bigger fool of myself.
"Well, I was going to practice, but I sort of got distracted and I ended up watching you for a bit, and it kind of tired me out by looking at all of your sweet moves, so I don't really feel up to it any more"
"That's okay. Since you don't feel like dancing, and we are both here, do you wanna do something? Maybe go on a walk to the park. The one with the pond maybe?" The butterflies that I though had migrated from my stomach seem to appear again, making my insides tingle at her request.
"Sure, that would be fine. Good. Actually, awesome." She pulls on a hoodie and I follow her out of the room, down the hall, and outside into the warm spring air. "Hmm. I love this weather. Warm, but with a slight breeze so it isn't uncomfortable."
"Yeah, me too. It makes me want to run around and catch butterflies so I can tell them to thank the fairies for the good weather." I look at her, confused, and earn a slight chuckle in return. "Jeeze, lighten up. Someone doesn't know what a joke it, do they?" My cheeks redden as I get embarrassed, not knowing how I didn't catch the laughing glint in her eyes earlier, and how I actually thought she was being serious. We walk along the sidewalk, talking about who knows what, until we come across a little park near a sparkling pond. "Oh, look. There are duckies. I love their cute little tails that waggle when they try to dry them. Aren't they cute San?" I giggle at her enthusiasm, not even realizing that she used a nickname instead of my full one. We watch the ducks for a while, and when I look over to Brittany, I see a goofy grin on her face. Our blissful bubble is popped when I hear my stomach grumble loudly. I inwardly groan. Why does my stomach always need to complain at the worst moments? I feel my cheeks heat up once again as Brittany laughs. "We should probably go get some food in you. We don't need the weather man to falsely predict an earthquake, do we?" I force out a little laugh, still extremely uncomfortable and mad at myself for being hungry. I glance down at my clock, shocked that it is already past 6:00.
"Hey, do you want to go to Breadstix? I love that place. They have the best Italian food ever."
"I was just about to suggest that. It's funny how similar our minds work. Come on, let's go." We take off down the street, back the way we came, with the occasional 'I'm your biggest fan' and 'Brittany, can I get an autograph.' She politely smiles at each at every one of them, but does not interact with them, which I think is kind of sweet. We manage to make it to the restaurant without too much of a fuss, and hardly have to wait for a table. Perks of being famous I guess. I feel the butterflies start to get more energetic as I realize that this is kind of like a date, but it isn't. I guess having dinner at a fancy Italian place can make your nerves flare up. I just hope I don't do anything stupid.
A/N: Thank you for reading my story. I hope you like it so far. Please review, I would love to know your thoughts. Don't worry, Brittana is endgame. I wouldn't have it any other way. A whole 200 words longer, yay. Don't be mad. The chapters are gradually getting longer.