Sorry, this chapter has taken me so long to get out to you guys. I go to an arts high school and there's a bunch of shit that I have to get done for my film class and my writing class because it's the end of the semester. Sorry, anyway. Hereyago. Enjoy.
"That was great, baby."
"Thanks," Santana said quietly as she got off of Puck. She slid down onto his sheets and let her muscles relax under their soft feel. She covered herself up with the comforter and gave out a long sigh and let her eyes close slowly before feeling something wet swipe at her in between her legs. Her entire body bolted upwards and her knees clamped shut with a thud as she moved away from Puck's head.
"I didn't think you finished, I wanted to return the favor." He defended.
"Oh, okay. Uhm, no. It's fine, I have to go anyway." She turned her back at Puck and started to pick up all her clothes. This was the second time she had attempted to break up with him but she ended up in bed with him, she was disgusted but most of all frustrated. She slipped into her jeans and put her t-shirt back on, not really caring about her underwear since she was getting impatient and Puck's room was already starting to close in on her. She got up, grabbed her purse and walked towards the door.
"Why are you leaving so soon? I thought we were okay." Puck asked. Santana loosened her grip on the doorknob.
"It's late, and I have school tomorrow. I'm sorry. I'll call you tomorrow." Santana opened the door and without another word she left Puck.
Once she got home, she was greeted with a grinning Blaine and a glass of wine. She breathed in deeply and took the glass from him, ignoring his coy smile. She walked over to the couch and started looking through the channels.
"So are you not going to tell me how it went? It only took you like 30 minutes to do it." Santana giggled at how fast it went, even though that's how it always goes when she has sex with Puck. Twenty minutes at most.
"I didn't break up with him." She muttered, sipping on her wine.
"What? Then what'd you d- Oh, did you sleep with him?" Blaine asked with a worried look on his face. Santana looked at him and then readjusted to looking down at her wine as she sloshed it around the glass. She felt Blaine's position move around next to her on the couch until he was facing the television comfortably. He didn't say anything but he didn't have to. Santana was disappointed because once again, she was stuck.
~hnng~
"I'm Max." A hockey player leans in front of Brittany's locker with a smirk on his face. Brittany smiles weakly and continues getting her Pre- Calculus book, already eager to get away.
"I want to take you out on a date, Brittany." Max says as Santana walks by with a stack of paper that she needs to make copies of, she hears the word 'date' and almost stops dead in the tracks. Brittany manages to notice Santana's reaction and bites her lip nervously not wanting Santana to think that she's actually interested in some guy. Brittany's already embarrassed of her reputation of sleeping with most guys at McKinley and she didn't want Santana to think that along with the rest of the student body. Santana walked a few feet before stopping to eavesdrop from a corner.
"Sorry, no." Brittany said quickly, slamming her locker door shut. She's angry that some boy that she's never met could potentially ruin what she had with Santana, or at least what she wanted to have with Santana. They haven't really talked since the incident by the piano. Brittany's starting to think that Santana did regret her.
"Wait, come on." Max cornered Brittany, stopping her from being able to walk away.
"Listen, I know you're like the school's biggest slut. I'm on the hockey team, and I know you're dumb but you're not dumb enough to pass on a night with me are you?" Max finished with a smile, actually thinking that the insult would actually get Brittany to sleep with him. Santana on the other hand is livid, she drops the stack of papers to the ground and storms in between Max and Brittany.
"Okay, I think we're getting a little close here, why don't you go to class Max?" Santana interjects, Max scoffs and continues.
"Go away, lady. I'm trying to get some action he-"
"That'll be enough, Brittany said no. You can go." Santana gave Max her best glare and Max speedily walks away. Santana turns around to see Brittany's glowing blue eyes and the small smile that had gathered on her face. Santana smiles back instinctively.
"Thank you," Brittany says.
"It's no problem, he had no right calling you dumb." Santana leaned in and whispered into Brittany's ear. "I would've hit him but apparently that's against the rules." Brittany giggles nervously and her head tilts just enough for it to lean on Santana's. The warmth makes both Brittany and Santana's eyes fall closed just so that they could enjoy the moment even for just a little bit. Brittany gained just the smallest grain of courage to plant a soft, almost non-existent kiss under Santana's ear and just like that Santana's head tilts back as she stopped herself from moaning. Brittany watches her doe-eyed and almost has the nerve to pull her back in and give her more, but she understood that that couldn't happen here in a hallway at school with people threatening to catch them. So she slips away from Santana and walks away as she fists the bottom of her cheerios skirt. Santana stands there and leans her forehead on the locker, waiting for the cool metal to calm her down.
"Come back." Santana whispers into locker, hoping that maybe the words could travel into Brittany's locker and stay there so that when Brittany opened the locker she could hear them like a song on repeat. Santana backs away and walks to the corner where she dropped all her papers. She picks them up and manages to walk over to the copy room despite the fact that she's light headed and that her knees keep buckling with each step she takes. She enters and stations herself right in front of the copy machine. She opens it up and places the first worksheet and sets it to 50 copies. In her Brittany haze, she forgets to pull the flap down and lets it go. She lets the blinding ray of light pass by her eyes a few times, not caring about the 50 ruined copies.
Figgins walks in as the 30th copy slithers out of the wheezing machine.
"Santana, you cannot be wasting paper." Santana jumps and closes the flap immediately on her hand causing her to yelp in pain. She opens the flap up immediately and checks her hand; it's already starting to bruise.
"Sorry, I was distracted." She said quietly, holding her injured hand.
"You have got to be careful next time." He says, Santana nods understandingly biting her lip. After he's done scolding Santana, she walks out of the copy room and then jogs towards the nurse's room.
"Hi there, Ms. Lopez. Do you need help with anything?" Terri asks.
"Yea, ice would be really nice." She says showing her throbbing hand to Terri.
"Well, okay." Terri puts her Crate and Barrel catalogue down and grabs a plastic bag and fills it up with ice. She wraps a paper towel and wraps it around the bag before handing it to Santana whose still holding down yelps of pain.
"Here you go." She lays it roughly on Santana's hand and in turn receives a growl from Santana. She takes the ice and leaves the nurse's office. When she finally gets to her classroom, she realizes that she forgot the worksheet in the copy room.
"Fuck," she says with a sigh. She lays her head down on the desk and her mind races right back to Brittany at the lockers. The kiss under her ear, Santana groans into her desk as her body starts to move around in her chair.
"Uhm, Ms. Lopez?" Santana screams as she sits up, she puts her hand over mouth and then runs her hand through her hair, composing herself.
"Sorry, you scared me. What do you need Rachel?"
"I came here to ask if I could audition for glee club today." Rachel's eyes filled with hope and not even Santana's cold heart could deny how much love Rachel shared for the club.
"Are you prepared?" Stupid question, Rachel Berry is always prepared.
"Yes, I've been working on this song for a while now." Santana could tell that Rachel was suppressing paragraphs and she mentally thanked Rachel for sparing her the details of her vocal training regiment.
"Well, good. Come by this afternoon." Santana says with a smile, Rachel cheers softly to herself.
"Thank you, Ms. Lopez." Rachel gives Santana one more excited smile and skips away. Santana smirks and then looks back at her empty classroom, she looks directly at Brittany's desk. She gets up and walks towards the desk, running her fingers over the edges. She stops knowing how weird it would look for someone walking in. As she gets back to her desk, Santana notices that the ice has melted and Terri's inability to zip up the plastic bag correctly has caused all the water to spill onto her disk, into her papers, into her pens, her keyboard. Everything.
"Fuck," Santana yells. The combination of sexual and just regular frustration is just too much for her to take in one day. She grabs a blank piece of paper and winces in pain as she writes 'Meet in the Library' with her injured right hand. She puts tape on it and then sticks it on the door before leaving.
~unf~
"So we have an audition today, everybody." Santana announces as she walks into the choir room. She finds Brittany immediately and feels like yelling at Mercedes and Kurt for taking the seats next to her. Brittany notices that Santana won't be able to sit next to her and pouts.
"Rachel Berry, everyone." Rachel walks in and as Santana takes a seat in the middle of the bottom row, Brittany stands up and takes the seat next to her. She gives her a meek smile before returning to Rachel who was already getting teary-eyed.
"Hi everybody, I'm Rachel. I was in the glee club before but Ms. Lopez kicked me out because I cost the team Nationals. I just want to apologize to all the members of the glee club from last year. It was foolish of me to put myself and my stupid teenage antics before, well, you guys, my family. So I hope that you will forgive me and let me bac-" Rachel's interrupted by Charlie who walks in without a care for Rachel or her little introduction speech. She sits at the very top row in a corner and leans back in her chair, eyeing Rachel up and down. Rachel suddenly feels a little more nervous than before, now under a pair of new eyes, eyes that seem to cause her hands to shake and her lip to quiver.
"Well, uhm. I'm singing Don't You Remember by Adele of the 21 album," she says shyly. The guitarist at Rachel's left starts to pluck along the beginning notes as Rachel attracts every single ear in the room with her voice. Charlie even sits up during Rachel's performance. She had never heard something so pretty in her life. Brittany on was proud of Rachel, she had heard Rachel sing this song plenty of times before during their late night study sessions when Brittany wanted a break. Surely, the team would give her another chance. She turned to Santana who was looking at Brittany to begin with and gave her a small grin. A knowing grin, Brittany was now fully aware of her effect on Santana and there's a part of her that really just wants to take advantage of it but that's just the devil on her shoulder, Brittany swallows her dirty thoughts and looks around the room and notices Quinn whose wearing the usual scowl, but she's not looking at Rachel. She's looking at Charlie, who is looking at Rachel, Brittany turns to Rachel who is looking at Quin- wait, Charlie? Brittany's finding this to be a lot more difficult than the math class that she's currently struggling in, she tries to get a better understanding but comes up empty handed.
Rachel finishes her song with a hair flip and smiles when everyone, even the cheerios and the footballers stand up and clap for her. Santana looks around, observing the general consensus then turns back to Rachel.
"I guess it's decided."
Really hope this was okay. Thank you for reading. As always, reviews are appreciated wholeheartedly.