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"So that went well," Blaine said smugly as he got into the passenger seat.
"Yea, yea, yea," Santana agreed, they left after the last song and still Santana could feel Brittany's hand around hers. She was actually wary about driving because she didn't want the feeling to go away by putting her hand on the steering wheel, but since Blaine was born and raised in New York he never really thought a license would be useful to him.
"That was quite the hug by the way," he said with a smile that was greeted by quick eye roll. Before they got in their car, Brittany and Santana hugged. Quinn and Santana did not hug. Blaine and Quinn did not hug. Blaine and Brittany did not hug. But when Brittany had the urge to wrap her arms around Santana's waist, she did. Yes, she was going to wait, but Brittany hugs everyone and she didn't think it'd be much of a problem. Santana's body on the other hand, felt like it had just been violently injected with adrenaline, she could feel her heart explode and there was a part of her that just wanted to scream and contort in different directions, but instead the hug last for about 5 seconds and ended abruptly when Brittany realized that she probably shouldn't have been smelling Santana for that long. So she pulled away and gave Santana a meek grin before joining Quinn to her car. Santana just stood there with distant eyes and a throbbing heart, everything in her was either vibrating or numb and she just stood there completely numb, while Blaine just watched her completely enthralled. He had to tap her on the shoulder just to pull her out of her anaphylactic shock. She coughed weakly before walking to their rental car and ignoring the glare that she was getting from Blaine.
"Uh, yea," she said distractedly. Blaine was about to ask about the hug when Santana's phone chimed in an interrupted him. Glad that she didn't have to talk to him, she fished out her blackberry from her purse and without checking whom it was she answered.
"Hello?" She asked into the receiver. Blaine rolled his eyes and decided to corner her about the hug later when she was light headed on wine and absorbed by whatever was on television.
"Baby, it's me," Puck's voice stung in Santana's ears, her left hand tightened around the steering wheel and her body moved around uncomfortably. Blaine knew who it was almost immediately.
"Oh hi, what are you up to?" Santana asked unamused.
"I'm in bed, but I'm lonely," Puck said slyly, Santana could feel the pasta she had just eaten slowly travel up her throat.
"It's late," she said.
"It's never too late," he defended.
"I have to study."
"You do not, just come here and let Puckasaurus take care of you," Santana scoffed before looking over at Blaine who was suppressing giggles.
"I'm with Blaine, we just got back from dinner, unless you want him to come with me. Well, I don't think he'd be up for that."
"Leave him at your place and then come over," he suggested.
"I have school tomorrow."
"It's a Saturday."
"It's a weekend workshop for all the foreign language teachers," Santana said. Yes there was a workshop; no Santana would never ever be caught dead going to one, the idea of mingling with any of the teachers in McKinley was just disgusting and exhausting.
"Come teach me a little something," and with that Santana had about enough.
"Listen, Noah. I am going home and I am going to hang out with Blaine and watch movies. So, why don't you just leave this one up to your hand or something? Goodbye," Santana hung up the phone, put it on silent and slammed it against the back seat.
"Someone's a little angry," Blaine pointed out.
"I am tired of having to put up with him and his stupid shit and his fucking dick. Like, enough," she screamed. She punched the steering wheel and Blaine scooted over in his seat and laid his head on Santana's shoulder.
"Break up with him, then," he said as softly as possible, Santana let out a deep sigh and put her head on his.
"I have to," she said with a slight nod. Blaine lifted his head and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
"You can do better, San," he said sincerely. For the rest of the ride home, they sat silently with the low hum of the radio. Blaine didn't move his head once. When they walked into their two-room apartment, Blaine walked to kitchen and got out two glasses, not wine glasses, just regular glasses. Santana did not have the patience to have different cups for different things. He got the bottle of wine out of the refrigerator and poured some into the glasses, Santana crashed on to the couch and let out a groan. He smirked and brought over the glasses and the bottle and set them on the coffee table.
"Oh, fuck. I left my phone in the car," Santana whined, Blaine laughed at her and got up and walked towards the door before she stopped him.
"I'll get it, it's fine," she stood up and got the car keys from the kitchen counter and walked down the three flights of stairs and retrieved her phone from the back seat. Puck left 3 different text messages, telling Santana to quit playing hard to get. Santana rolled her eyes and deleted the messages, and went right back up all the stairs. She sat next to Blaine, putting little space between them and she put her head on his chest.
"Thank you," she muttered into his striped polo shirt.
"For what?" he asked as he channel surfed.
"For making me get out of this apartment, and then asking Brittany to sit with us, and then with the Puck thing. Thank you," she said sleepily.
"No problem, kid."
~hnng~
"Hey," Santana said amicably to Coach Beiste as she walked into her office.
"Hi, Santana. Do you need help with anything?" Beiste asked, looking up from her paperwork.
"Yes, actually. I wanted to know if it was okay for me to talk to your players about joining the glee club?" Santana knew how high schools worked; the only way she was going to get people to audition was if there was some sort of exclusivity.
"Yes, I think that'll be fine. They're in the locker room, if you're interested in talking to them right now?"
"Aren't they changing?" Santana asked with a grossed out look.
"I think you'll be okay, now go on," Beiste pointed to the door and Santana nodded before walking out and finding the boy's locker room. She took a deep breath before going inside, it's been a while since she's been in a locker room and she braces herself. As soon as she walks inside, she's greeted with a damp cloud of moist, sweaty air with a little bit of Axe. She ignores the burning feeling in her nostrils and walks in front of all the lockers, getting quite a few surprised glares and even some boys blushing into their lockers. She tightens her hold on her clipboard.
"Hi there, everyone," she smiles, she notices a few boys biting their lips and she realizes she's got the upper hand. "I came here to talk to you guys about glee club," ignoring the small comments from some of the football players, she continues. "I know that in the past glee club hasn't gotten the best exposure- God, is it hot in here?" Santana stops and puts her clipboard down along with taking her cardigan off, gaining a few more attentive attitudes, she makes sure her blouse rides up a bit and the bottom button 'accidentally' stays open and now that she had all the boys' attention, good or not, she knows she's got them in the palm of her hand. "Anyway, I need a few guys to come and spruce the place up. I'm sure some of you aren't completely tone deaf and can deal with just a few notes and swaying in the background, but I'm also sure that some of you might be incredibly talented, and I'd love to work with some of your talents," that was just obvious innuendo, but Santana was shameless, really. "So, if you'd like to work with me, please sign up."
Almost like a heard of animals, Santana got almost all the footballers to sign except for a very angry, Finn Hudson. In Santana's head, she figured that half of them would show up. She'd be happy with four or five. She decided to go out through the other exit that led to the football field, since she's been cooped up in a classroom for the entire day. She noticed that the Cheerios were still practicing outside, and the second she noticed Brittany stretching on the grass, her body moved to the bleachers like a magnet. She found a spot in the top left corner and sat down, hoping that Brittany wouldn't notice her. She took out a packet of cigarettes from her back pocket and realized she didn't have a lighter. She got and walked down the step of the bleachers and then went behind them to find the McKinley High 'Skanks.' She smiled curtly before they could freak out or attack her. She showed them her pack of cigarettes and then eyed the lighter in Charlie's hand.
"If you give me a light, I won't tell," she offered a white flag. Charlie looked down at the lighter in her hand and then held it up to Santana and lit it, Santana came closer and lit her cigarette and took a deep breath, and after breathing it out she looked at Charlie. She looked strikingly familiar.
"Are you related to Quinn Fabray?" Santana asked while taking another drag, Charlie rolled her eyes and sucked her teeth. Santana smirked and took it as a yes, she looked around the bleachers and at all the grimacing teenager girls before turning her attention back to Charlie.
"Must suck to have a sister who's practically perfect at everything," Santana said with a shrug.
"You don't know what you're talking about."
"Hah, okay."
"Do you want anything? You got your light, you can go."
"Yes, actually. I took over the glee club, and truth is we need some sort of street credential because the club's reputation is repulsive. Maybe if a girl like you, came in and"
"Girl like what?" Charlie interrupted.
"Don't act dumb, a girl like you. The pink hair, the tattered clothes, everything. You have that whole rebellious teen thing going for you. I get it. I'd love to have someone like you around. You can add a new perspective."
"Not interested in clubs," Charlie retorted, no longer making eye contact with Santana. She knew though, every teenager in the world wants to be a part of something.
"I can tell, but maybe you'll be able to piss your sister off?" Santana said simply before turning around and leaving the bleachers.
"I'm not joining your stupid club," Charlie screamed.
"Tuesdays and Thursdays, after school," Santana said softly before leaving Charlie there, with her thoughts.
Santana went back up the stairs and sat in her seat from before, she took a slow drag and watched lustfully at Brittany who was working on some new choreography with Quinn. She was so distracted, that the ashes from her cigarette fell onto her fingers. She yelped in pain and dropped the cigarette, inspecting her hand.
"Fuck," Santana said quietly, looking down at the irritation that was beginning to form. Already, Brittany was hurting her.
AAAAAAH, I know. I know. Not a lot of Brittana, I know. I apologize, I'm sure that there will be more of them, soon to come, I promise. Erm, did you guys like Puck? And what about Charlie Fabray? I've always been a fan of the whole fanmade twin thing and I know, Charlie's usually the nicer one but I just really like Dianna with pink hair. So, you know. It's a ficitional… fictional character and I thought I had some sort of jurisdiction when it came to how I wrote her. Anyway, thank you and of course, reviews and suggestions are always encouraged. No matter how long. I enjoy long. Until, next time.
Love, Bella