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"Michael?"
"Here"
"Brittany?" Santana calls out, her eyes glued to the attendance list. After a few seconds of no answer she calls out again. "Brittany?"
"She's not here." Quinn tells her, Santana's head pops up and looks over at Quinn and the empty seat next to her, she glances at Rachel whose tapping away at something under her desk.
"Right, okay. Moving on."
"She probably got lost again." Some footballer yelled out, later getting some laughs from the rest of the class.
"I'm sorry, what?" Santana walks closer to the boy's desk.
"No, I just meant that-"
"Why is it because Brittany's stupid?" Santana asks him as she get closer and closer.
"No, Brittany's great." He defends, even adds a nervous chuckle. Santana feels her fist clench around his desk as she peers into him with unforgiving eyes. Before she could do or say anything that would've potentially cost Santana her job, Brittany walks in.
"Sorry, my mom got stuck in traffic." She mumbles and makes her way over to her desk and sits down. Santana straightens up and saunters back to the front of the classroom. Hearing Brittany's voice both calms her and worries her at the same time. She looks over at Brittany whose playing around with one of those weird colored pens with the faces on them. Santana sighs and just continues to go through the roll. For the rest of the class Brittany doesn't look up or participate in class, Santana doesn't really have to tenacity to call on her so she tries to ignore the fact that she's being ignored. With still 30 minutes of class to go, Santana assigns bookwork and goes to her desk where she finishes her coffee off. She looks over at Brittany whose whispering something over to Quinn. A jealous rag churned away at her stomach but Santana controlled herself. She needs to let Brittany go. For her sake, Brittany needs to go.
~unf~
Santana was happy to call the day along with the week over, now she could go home and study and avoid the darling couple that has taken a permanent stay in her living room. Maybe she could go hang out with Puck, it could distract her from the loneliness that's starting to harbor in her heart. She's walked by Brittany twice today, once in the hallway and the other in the cafeteria. Santana's never been stabbed, but she imagines that it's not nearly as painful as walking by Brittany and have her not acknowledge her presence. She gathers all her things and swings her purse over shoulder and walks out of her classroom, she almost makes it out if it wasn't for Brittany standing by the door.
"Brittany. Hi."
"I don't understand."
"The lesson this morning?" Santana knew damn well what might've been confusing Brittany but she didn't want to take responsibility for making Brittany sad.
"No, I'm confused about last night." As Brittany talks, Santana pulls her into the classroom and closes the door, making sure that no one was watching from the outside. "You said that it was me and you, but then you hung up." Brittany talks with a pained expression, Santana notices the bags under her eyes and wonders if she's made Brittany lose sleep because of her ridiculous bullshit.
"I, uhm, Brittany. Aren't you a little hesitant about this whole thing? I mean. I'm your teacher." Brittany stands there, listening carefully waiting for a proper explanation for Santana's behavior. "Well, I don't know. Maybe you shouldn't be with me."
"So you don't want to be with me?" Brittany asks. Santana's forehead crinkles and she takes a deep breath. She needs to make the right choice, not just for her but also for the both of them.
"Brittany, I can't. It's not right. This won't end up working out."
"Okay." Brittany's voice is so faint that Santana's afraid that she might lose it.
"I hope this won't stop you from asking questions in class or doing as well as you've been doing so far this year." Santana feels her heart double over and fall in her chest; this isn't how this is supposed to go. She's supposed to go over to Brittany and hold her and tell her that she cares about her and loves her and that they'll make it as a couple. Brittany looks at Santana one last time before turning around and walking out. At first she walks through the McKinley halls, but then Brittany starts jogging, and then a quicker pace is added and added until Brittany races out of McKinley and to Quinn's car.
"What happened? Why are you running?" Quinn asks. Brittany doesn't say anything and hugs her as tight as she can. Brittany was afraid that she'd cry in front of Quinn. She never liked crying to begin with but she didn't want to cry in front of Quinn. Quinn was so strong and brave, even after and during all the pregnancy stuff. "What's wrong, Britt?" Quinn whispers into the hug.
"Nothing. Is there a party tonight?" Brittany asks taking a big empty gulp.
"There's always a party."
~unf~
After a few phone calls and cautious glares, Quinn found a party at Rick 'The Stick' Nelson's house.
"Let's go." Brittany says. Quinn eyes her once again searching for a reason regarding Brittany's sudden interest in to party. Had it been before the beginning of the school year, Quinn wouldn't have questioned it but Brittany hasn't gone to a party in ages due to her new study schedule.
"Is there a reason you've suddenly decided to go to a party? I mean don't you have to work on your English paper?"
"It makes my head hurt." Brittany says simply hoping Quinn could just understand and treat her like she did before the beginning of the school year when Brittany was nothing more than the typical dumb party girl.
"Okay." Quinn put the car in reverse and sped out of school and noticed something out of the corner of her rear view window as she was driving away. It was Santana by the main entrance where Brittany had come out of with a cigarette in one hand and Quinn could make out the sudden look on Santana's face and the way her right hand kept fiddling with her skirt as if Santana was almost trying to stop herself from breaking down.
"Are teachers ever allowed to smoke on campus?" She asks herself.
"Like on the buildings?" Brittany asks.
"No, Britt. I saw Ms. Lopez smoking by the entrance." Quinn is surprised to see how still Brittany is at the mention of Santana's name, whenever Quinn mentions Santana Brittany tends to sit up like an anxious puppy and her eyes act like little telescopes as they scan their surrounding but this time Brittany stayed still, her eyes fixate themselves onto the road while her hands fist the bottom of her red pleated Cheerios skirt.
"Brittany, did anything happen with Ms. Lopez?" Seconds turned into minutes and Brittany still hadn't answered Quinn so Quinn just let it go. She felt that it was about time that Brittany got over her crush with Santana, Quinn was tired of Brittany hanging on every miniscule little action and word that Santana said or did and having to hear about it everyday, not because she didn't care about Brittany. She understood that she owed Brittany the attention since Brittany's always been there for Quinn when she wanted to vent out her problems or thoughts but Quinn was tired of hearing it because she found it exhausting to have to put on a happy front for Brittany, to agree with her, and feed into her infatuation with Santana. Quinn knew that this wouldn't work out in the end and she was a little happy to find out that Brittany and Santana were now or at least seemed to be a thing of the past. So Quinn let it go, she parks in Brittany's driveway and before getting out she gives one of Brittany's clenched fists a gentle squeeze.
"Come on, let's get ready." Quinn tells her with a smile.
"What about the blue dress that you wore to Zack's party that one time?" Quinn asks as they enter Brittany's room. Brittany falls flat on the bed face down while Quinn goes straight to her closet.
"I think Charity ate it." Brittany says into her bedspread. Quinn rolls her eyes and finds something for both of them to change into. She's been needing a little escape herself, Quinn's relationship with Charlie has gotten worse now that Quinn's been making an effort to reestablish their relationship and it's driving her insane. She picks a short, strapless black dress from the corner of the closet and makes her way towards the bathroom.
"I'm going to go change and put some make up on. Please wear underwear tonight."
Brittany gives out a frustrated grunt before getting up and walking to her closet. She probes around each article of clothing, passing by every pattern and every logo until she becomes satisfied with a pair of pink and white polka-dotted high- waisted shorts and a tank top with animal silhouettes on them. She takes her hair out of her ponytail and runs her fingers through it until it sits calmly on her shoulders. She changes into her clothes and looks at herself in front of her full-length mirror. She gives herself a once over and is content with what she sees. Her lean figure has always been a crowd favorite, is it her height? Brittany thinks that maybe it's because she's taller than Santana that Santana has decided to not be with her anymore. She lets her head fall to the side and looks closer. Maybe her eyes are too blue or her hands are too big. Maybe it's her big feet. Brittany remembers getting constantly made fun of in elementary school because of her big feet.
"What's wrong with me?" She asks the mirrored image in front of her. She lifts her shirt over her bra to check if she had suddenly gotten fat. "Nope."
Alright, I want to explain myself. I've been on hiatus because of a novel that I've been writing for a contest. It's swallowed up my time and energy. I've been writing so much that writing has become somewhat of an exercise, and trust me I'm one to shy away from exercise. Anyway, I know this was short. I'm sorry, but I will be updating more often now that I've come back fresh and renewed. I'd actually really encourage reviews this time around especially since it's my first chapter after such a long time. I hope you enjoyed it and once again, reviews are appreciated.