Chapter 3
The sudden feeling I get when I see her face / it's an arousing situation I have yet to face / what is this? / What can this mean?
"Must you eat like a pig?" Santana questioned Joey.
"Since when did my eating habits affect you, your highness?"
"It doesn't, it's just embarrassing."
"I'm embarrassing? Wow, you haven't even been told you made the squad and already you're changing on me. Imagine how it'll be once you get on the team."
"I'm not changing, and you're not embarrassing. I don't know, I guess hanging with Brittany just made me see things a little differently."
"Brittany…Brittany…The cute blonde? Oh yeah, I can see how that'll make anyone change."
"Excuse you? She's special; don't talk about her like she's some piece of meat, Joey."
"Defensive, I was just saying she was hot. Calm down."
Santana scoffed and watched as another blonde came up to the table. Santana remembered seeing her at the try-outs. She didn't say much, she was one of the ones alone.
"You're Santana Lopez, right?" The girl asked, completely ignoring Joey.
"Yes…"
"I'm Quinn Fabray…"
"I remember seeing you at try-outs; this is my best friend Joey." Santana said taking the attention from her as Quinn looked at Joey with disgust.
"Right. Well, I just wanted to say congrats and I can't wait to be cheering with you."
"I made the squad?" Santana asked confused but with a smirk of happiness upon her face.
"Clearly, why else would I come over here?" Quinn asked, noticing her rudeness then cleared her throat, "Not that you all aren't beautiful people. Excuse me as I congratulate everyone else." Quinn left the table while Santana silently screamed of joy.
"Congratulations." Joey said through her teeth, "You're officially a wannabee."
"Hey come on, calm down. I promise that I will never change on you. Okay? Being a cheerleader will not change who I am, but if you excuse me I have to find Brittany!"
Santana ran off from the table, Joey shook her head.
"Right, it won't change you at all, Santana. Not at all…"
At Brittany's locker…
When Santana found Brittany she was flipping through pages of a small brown book with a gold clip on it. Her face showed a hint of sadness, but it seemed to vanish when she looked up and saw Santana.
"Hey San."
"Hey, what's wrong?"
"Do these look like paw prints to you?" Brittany showed Santana a few pages from the book she held tightly in her hands.
"Not that I can see, why?"
"Nothing, it's just Charity."
"Charity?"
"My cat, Charity." She pointed to a picture of a cat that hung on her locker door.
"Oh…"
"I think she's been reading my diary, but I don't know how she gets in it. Only I have the key…But I lost the key last week…"
Santana raised an eyebrow at her blonde friend but said nothing more on the subject of Charity.
"Has Quinn come to talk to you?"
"What's a Quinn?" Brittany asked putting the diary back into her locker.
"Quinn Fabray, she tried out with us yesterday. She just told me I made the squad!"
"That's great, Santana."
Without further notice Brittany wrapped her arms around Santana, who blushed brightly as the smell of grass and dove shampoo encompassed her nose. They held each other tightly for a few seconds more and when they released Santana felt reborn.
"Were you lying in the grass?" Santana asked
"Earlier, before 2nd period."
"Why?"
"I thought I heard the ocean one time…"
"Brittany you can't hear the ocean from grass, you can only hear them from seashells."
"Oh, that would explain why I only heard a bee fly into my ear."
Santana twitched her nose, but smiled at the blonde.
"I hope you made the squad though, Brit. It wouldn't be any fun without you."
"It's okay if I don't make it."
"Why is that?"
"Being a cheerleader was going to get me known at this school, but why be a cheerleader to get known? You can get known on your own."
"How?"
"I don't know yet, but if I don't make the squad I'll have time to figure it out."
Santana smiled as the bell rang to signal the beginning of a new period.
"Come on, you'll be late to class." Santana said, pushing the blonde down the hallway but then stopped and started to walk beside her.
"What class are you going to?"
"Math, Ms. Stinghorn."
"The lady with the mustache?"
"The very one."
Brittany smiled as she looked at Santana walking beside her. Their hands were hitting each other as they walked down the hallway. Brittany became slightly annoyed at this and without thinking looped her pinky with Santana's who surprisingly, didn't object to the gesture.
"Pinky looping?" Santana questioned.
"It's so our hands won't rub against each other's."
"Oh…"
"You can let go if you want to."
"No, no, I like it." They both smiled sweetly at each other as they made their way to class.
