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Chapter Five: News

"Well, isn't this precious," Santana scowled, rolling her eyes, watching Finn and Rachel perform a duet in Glee club.

Kurt slapped her playfully on her knee. "Shh, play nice," he said, yet trying to hide a smile. "I thought you were trying to be nice to Rachel since you forgave her?"

"No," Santana snapped. "Never once did I say I would be nice. I said I would tolerate being within ten feet of her, but never once did I mention being polite to the Hobbit."

Quinn was eavesdropping, and leaned over to them. "What do you really expect of Santana, Kurt?"

Santana whipped her head around as Kurt giggled silently. "Nobody asked you Fabray."

"Santana, would it hurt you not to be a bitch for just one day?" Quinn crossed her arms over her chest, preparing herself for Santana's wreath.

Santana didn't seem fazed at all. "Actually, yes. Once I tried being kind for a day in 2010. Hardest three minutes of my life."

"I see," Quinn snorted. "Probably has something to do with all the anger you feel towards not being able to see this Brittany girl."

Santana turned to glare at Kurt. "Explain," she said, trying to be calm but failing miserably.

Kurt looked practically mortified. "I may have told Quinn a little bit about what's going on between you and Brit."

"How many times do I have to ask you to get your huge, doll-like nose out of my business?" she snapped. "Plus, there's nothing going on." There was sadness written all over Santana's face as she said that, making it was clear she wasn't at all happy that there was nothing going on.

Quinn caught that, and smiled softly, her whole demeanour changing. "It's okay, Santana. I understand. I won't press you to tell me any more details about her."

Santana exhaled, relieved. It wasn't as if she would have spilled anymore, anyway. But an argument about it would have drained her energy, and it was pretty early in the morning. "Thank you."

"But if anything does happen, I expect gory details."

"But of course."

"Although, I would prefer if you could spare me details of when you inevitably hurt her feelings as you're a heartless bitch, and ruin this whole thing for yourself."

"Shut your trap or I'll refuse to go down to Florida with you in June."

Summer vacation was less than three weeks away, and every student in McKinley was buzzing with excitement. Santana included. She didn't even know why she was so excited.

Santana was never one for vacations, though she did enjoy getting away from all the losers in school. Quinn had literally begged her to come down to Florida with her, as her parents let her bring a friend, and her parents were unbearable to be around while she was on her own with them.

Apart from going away with Quinn, all she would be doing in summer was sleep and occasionally go bowling or to the movies with the Glee people. Nothing too exciting.

Except, that year, things had changed a little bit.

Ever since that phone call with unfortunate timing in Kurt's house, Santana and Brittany have talked on the phone a grand total of twenty seven times. Some of the phone conversations were ten minutes long, just a quick catch up. Others were up to five hours long.

Either way, each time, Santana found that she was starting to like Brittany even more.

Kurt was insufferable about it. Constantly teasing Santana, laughing about it. Santana was getting pretty sick of it.

So, when Kurt texted Santana after school to meet him in The Lima Bean in ten minutes, Santana was nearly dreading topic of conversation she was sure would come up. It was either about Brittany or Blaine. The former would make her extremely uncomfortable, and the latter would surely bore her to tears.

Despite it being late May, it was pouring rain, and Santana had to shake like a dog when she entered the coffee shop. She spotted an amused looking Kurt, and made her way over to him.

Kurt held up a paper cup of coffee. "Americano, for the lady."

Santana shrugged her leather jacket off, looking horrified as she inspected Kurt's order. "How do you drink that stuff?" she asked, pointing towards the drink sitting on the table in front of Kurt.

"Excuse you, missy, my Venti Skinny Iced Caramel Macchiato is particularly delicious today."

Santana rolled her eyes, sipping her strong coffee and sitting back in the chair. "So, what's the reason you summoned me, Hummel? Wardrobe malfunction? Problems with Bowtie Eyebrowson?"

Kurt ignored her. "I just have a little news for you."

"I'll bet you twenty dollars this will be something I couldn't care less about."

"I highly doubt that," Kurt smiled.

Santana wrapped her hands around the coffee cup. God, it was cold. "Well, enlighten me then. My fingers are about to fall off, it's like the fucking Arctic in here. Do they ever turn the heating on? Jesus."

"Well," Kurt started, sipping his cup of chemicals. "I was talking to Brittany last night."

Santana wasn't in the least bit shocked. "Oh, what a surprise," she said sarcastically. "I literally had no notion that would come up in today's conversation."

"Oh, hush and listen," Kurt laughed, waving her off with his hands. "I learned some pretty interesting stuff that you may want to know."

Santana raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure this isn't something I already know?"

Kurt grinned. "Positive."

"Just tell me, then."

Kurt smirked, crossing his legs, letting a moment pass. After what was definitely a practised pause, he finally said, "She likes you."

Santana stopped in her tracks, looking at him wearily. "You must have told me this about twenty seven thousand times and counting, Kurt."

"Ah, but this time I know."

"And how do you know?" Santana quizzed.

Kurt looked confused at Santana's reaction to this. "She told me."

"Lies."

Kurt was stunned. "She did, Santana! She made me promise not to tell you, but I just had to. She said, and I quote, 'I really, really like Santana, but I feel weird about it because we've never met. Please don't tell her though, it may freak her out.'"

Santana's heart stopped. She was hearing the words she had been longing to hear for ages, and she felt like her body was on fire. Although, it confused her that it seemed Brittany had no clue about Santana's feelings at all. Santana was trying to be subtle, but she wasn't very good at it.

"You're not messing with me right now, Kurt?" Santana asked, feeling elation spread throughout her whole body.

Kurt smiled warmly. "Not at all. Brittany Pierce has one big crush on Santana Lopez, and Santana Lopez feels the same way about Brittany."

Santana pointed at him. "Don't make this weird."

"It's okay, Santana. I always knew little Satan had feelings." He leaned over and pinched her cheek, causing Santana to whack his hand away.

"And you made it weird. Congratulations."

The two sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes, Santana thinking about Brittany and the returned feelings.

"What are you thinking about?" Kurt asked, looking at Santana dreamily.

Santana glared at him. "That's one stupid question, Princess."

Kurt looked genuinely hurt. "Seriously, Santana? I just gave you some pretty big news that I know you're ecstatic about, and you seem just as angry as you normally are. Are you not even a little happy?" He seemed really disappointed.

Santana sighed. "No, I am happy, I really am. I'm so happy that she likes me. But, I mean, how is it gonna work? Are we ever gonna meet?"

Kurt's face switched from annoyed to sad, smiling sympathetically at Santana. "I know, sweetie. It's hard. But you never know, summer's the time for stuff to happen."

"She lives in another state, nothing could happen."

"Well," Kurt said. "It could be worse. She could live in Cali or something. At least she lives in the state next to us."

Santana shrugged, nodding sadly. He had a point, but it didn't really make her feel any better.

When Santana left the coffee shop, it was still bucketing down rain. She dashed to her car, pulling her jacket up to cover her head, but by the time she got to her car, her hair was doomed.

On the drive home, which was incredibly long since the traffic was horrendous, all she could think of was Brittany, the returned feelings and unlikeliness of their meeting. It really was a piece of news she didn't know how to process. She tried not to think about it, as it only depressed her, but she couldn't get it off her mind. Even turning the radio on didn't do the trick.

Although she was thrilled that the feelings were mutual, the fact that Brittany liked her made Santana feel an odd sense of misery. She would almost prefer if there was never a chance in the first place. But knowing something could happen between them made her realise how upset she was that they may never, ever meet.

When Santana finally got home an hour later, she went straight up to her room and logged onto her Facebook account.

When she checked her messages, Santana saw there were several waiting for her in Geography Club.

Kurt Hummel: Hey there.

Unique Adams: Hola!

Dave Karofsky: Hi!

Kurt Hummel: I have an exciting idea!

Dave Karofsky: What?

Kurt Hummel: Maaaaaybe, we could all video chat. If everyone's free.

Blaine Anderson: I'm free.

Brittany Pierce: Me too :)

Marley Rose: Yeah.

Sebastian Smythe: Yup, I can, but only for like an hour.

Santana rubbed her temples before caving.

Santana Lopez: I'm in.

Suddenly, a wave of butterflies fluttered around her stomach. Santana was going to meet Brittany, in some sense. She was going to see her move, the way she moved, the way she smiled and the way she laughed.

And she was terrified.

So, she quickly typed a private and very angry message to Kurt.

Santana Lopez: What the hell are you doing!? I'm not up for this.

Immediately, Kurt got back to her.

Kurt Hummel: Ohhh, you're doing this, Santana. Even if I have to force you. Maybe talking to Brittany like this will make you realise that you being stupid isn't worth losing her.

Santana Lopez: Losing her? I don't even have her.

Santana's breath hitched when she read the next message.

Kurt Hummel: You so do, you have no idea, Santana.

Three minutes later when she got the request to join the video chat, Santana panicked, fixed her hair, which was still disastrously frizzy from the rain, and quickly accepted it.

Only Kurt, Blaine, and Marley were present.

"Hi," Santana waved awkwardly. "Where is everyone?"

Kurt waved her off. "Oh, they're coming."

More people had joined in from Geography Club, and Santana had greeted them, but she wasn't really paying attention. She was waiting for one person in particular to come.

Santana was fed up of waiting after about twenty minutes and was about to exit the chat, but when the screens split further and one more took its place, she paused her actions.

The first thing she saw was blonde hair.

Brittany waved enthusiastically. "Hi guys! It's so great to see you all in motion."

Everyone greeted her, including Santana, who was a little more awkward than usual.

"Hi, Santana," Brittany smiled.

Santana felt another wave of butterflies hit. Brittany said hi to everyone as a group except her. She said hello to Santana in particular.

Santana felt dumb for that making her so happy, but at that time, she couldn't care less.

They all talked for a while, about summer and school, but Santana only really concentrated on Brittany. She hoped Brittany didn't notice.

"How's school going, Santana?" Dave asked. "Kurt mentioned it wasn't going well for you at the moment."

Santana shrugged. "I guess it's better now. It was over a month ago, and high school students don't really have the best memory for anyone else's business except their own."

Everyone made small noises of agreement.

"Well," Marley smiled, "I hope we've all made you feel better about it."

Santana felt her eyes flick down to where Brittany's screen was. "Yeah, you have."

It was getting late and people had to log off. Soon, it was left to just Santana, Brittany and Kurt.

Santana knew the inevitable was coming once Kurt leaned back in his chair and stretched.

"I have to hit the hay," Kurt said, fake yawning.

Santana covered her mouth to keep from laughing. Never once had Santana heard him say that before.

"I'll leave you two ladies to it," he finished suggestively, logging off without a goodbye.

Then, it was just Brittany's face on Santana's screen, taking up its entirety.

Brittany smirked. "So."

Santana copied her smile. "So."

"It was really good to be able to talk to you while looking at your face."

Santana squirmed in her seat, blushing. "Yeah, same." She internally smacked herself, but she couldn't think of anything else to say.

It was okay, because Brittany filled the silence. "We really all have to meet up, all of us."

Santana nodded. "We'll definitely talk about it at some point."

"I really hope I meet you, Santana." Brittany looked down, smiling shyly.

Santana felt her body turn from boiling hot, to freezing cold, back to hot. "God, you're too cute." It was out before she could even stop it.

Santana was about to take it back, but the way Brittany beamed at her stopped her.

"Oh!" Brittany exclaimed, suddenly getting up out of her chair and moving across the room, out of view.

"Brittany?" Santana asked, trying to follow where she was going.

When Brittany returned, she held a large, round, furry thing, which was draped across her arms. "Santana, I want you to meet Lord Tubbington."

Santana was stunned. "This is your obese cat?"

"Yes, but don't say that around him, he's self-conscious about his weight."

"Brittany, he could pass off as an obese cow."

Brittany frowned, but failed in trying not to laugh, covering the cat's ears. "Santana! He is right here."

Santana held her hands up in defence. "Right. Sorry, LT."

The two talked comfortably for about another hour, it was rarely silent, but the silences were comfortable, just the two girls smiling at each other.

It didn't surprise Santana one bit how easy it was talking to Brittany.

She also didn't once think about the probability that her and Brittany wouldn't meet. Talking to Brittany made her so positive for the time being. Who was to say that they could never cross paths? If they both really wanted to, which seemed like the case, they could. There was nothing stopping them.

After a long time of talking and laughing, Brittany pointed towards her bed in the background and rubbed her eyes sleepily. "I better go to bed."

Santana nodded, agreeing. It was nearly three am.

Brittany smiled widely. "Goodnight, Santana."

Santana returned the grin. "Night, Brit."

It was the first time she called Brittany that, but the way Brittany's face lit up when she said it made Santana want to call her that all the time.