Wild Horses Chapter 2, a glee fanfic

Three Days Later

It had been a crazy past few days. My brother and I, along with the lawyer my mom sent, got my stuff from my Dad's house, Kurt and I went on a crazy shopping spree, and Finn and I had bonded over a mutual love of football and mexican food. Now, it was my first day at William McKinley. I had stood in front of my mirror forever, scrutinizing everything about myself. My black hair fell in choppy layers to the middle of my back, shot through with white blonde and red, and my stormy silvery grey eyes were lined with black My shredded black skinnies, fitted corset top, and black Converse heels that not only added a couple inches to my 5'3", but made me feel confident, something I desperately needed.

I walked down the hall, trying to ignore the stares with Finn glued to my side. "Finn, why is everyone staring?"

"Cuz you're new. Don't worry about it. Hey, I gotta go to class, but someone from glee is in your first class. Her name is Santana, she's Latin or something. You'll know her when you see her, bye!" Finn said in a rush, leaving me alone in the hall.

"Shit." I muttered, practically running down the hall in an effort to get to my Spanish class without drawing a ton of attention. The minute I set foot in the room, though, that plan went to hell.

"Yo!" Called a pretty Latina girl from the back of the room. "New girl! Finnocence said you be in this class. Get your ass back here and sit down!" I blushed beet red, rushing to the back and sliding in next to her, wishing everyone would turn back to the front. In an effort to block the others out, I turned to look at the girl next to me. Holy. Fuck.

Santana POV

I could not believe I'd let Finn talk me into babysitting this new chick. Just what I needed on top of all this shit with Brit. She was probably some scrawny nerd who sniffled at the thought of anything other than schoolwork. Just fan-fucking-tastic. After snapping at her to move her ass, she sat and I turned to look at her. All thoughts of any other girl flew out of my mind at the sight of her. She looked tough and bad-ass, but totally had a vulnerability in her eyes that made you wanna cuddle her. Brittany who?

"Hey, I'm Santana." I said gruffly, having to force myself to look tough and bitchy. She just stared. "Um, hello? You got a name?" It was hard to focus on being bitchy when that corset top practically screamed 'Fuck Me Now'.

She started, again flushing red, which was pretty damn cute, and bit her lip. "I'm Amaranth." She said, her voice light and breathy, as if she didn't want to be heard. "Good to meet you, Santana. ¿Usted es un amigo de Finn?"

I widened my eyes, surprised at her fluent Spanish. "Sí, adivino que usted podría decir esto." I snorted. "¿Cómo lo conoce usted?"

"Es complicado." She muttered, turning her eyes to her notebook and ending the conversation. Throughout the day I kept my eye on her, intrigued for reasons I didn't even know.

Normal POV

Finally, the day was at an end. I'd only seen Finn at lunch, but a few of his friends had helped me out and kept me company, but it finally just became too much. As soon as the bell rang I bolted, flying towards the auditorium I'd noticed earlier that day, flying to the stage. The piano was welcoming, letting me drift a few melodies off of it's lovely keys before I stood, plugging my iPod into the speakers onstage, letting the familiar melody wash over my senses. Like my brother, I sang out my emotions.

"Ooooh

I feel these four walls closing in
Face up against the glass
I'm looking out, hmmm
Is this my life I'm wondering
It happened so fast
How do I turn this thing around
Is this the bed I chose to make
It's greener pastures I'm thinking about
Hmm, wide open spaces far away

All I want is the wind in my hair
To face the fear but not feel scared

Ooh, wild horses I wanna be like you
Throwing caution to the wind, I'll run free too
Wish I could recklessly love like I'm longing to
I wanna run with the wild horses
Run with the wild horses, oh

Yeah, oh oh, ye-yeah

I see the girl I wanna be
Riding bare-back, care-free
Along the shore
If only that someone was me
Jumping head-first, head-long
Without a thought
To act and damn the consequence
How I wish it could be that easy
But fear surrounds me like a fence
I wanna break free

All I want is the wind in my hair
To face the fear, but not feel scared

Oooh, wild horses I wanna be like you
Throwing caution to the wind, I'll run free too
Wish I could recklessly love like I'm longing to
I wanna run with the wild horses
Run with the wild horses, oh

I wanna run too
Oooh oh oh oh
Recklessly emboundening myself before you
I wanna open up my heart
Tell him how I feel, ooh ooh

Ooh ooooh ooh ooh ye-yeah yeah oohh
I wanna run with the wild horses, ooooh."

As I drew the song to a close, I heard a loud round of applause ringing out from the back of the auditorium, making my head whip up. I'd been so absorbed in the music I hadn't seen Mr. Schuester and the glee club enter. They moved in a group towards the stage, but for some reason Santana's face stood out the most to me. She looked… proud, and pleased.

Santana POV

As the glee club got closer to the auditorium, Rachel blathering on as usual, a powerful, emotional voice wafted through the open doors, silencing us all.

"Is Rachel singing in the auditorium?" Brittany questioned in her usual dopey way.

"No, BritBrit. Yentl is over there. It's someone else." I explained, linking pinkies with her. "Let's go see." The two of us led the group into the auditorium, where I was met with a sight that had me weak in the knees. Amaranth was onstage, pouring her soul into the song. There was so much pain and unhappiness in her voice, it made me, Santana, the biggest bitch in Lima, want to draw her close and comfort her sadness away.

At the same time I was so pleased. The entire day Amaranth had only spoken in soft, breathy tones that didn't suit her at all. This woman onstage with the confident posture and moving voice was a glimpse of how she was supposed to be. It made me shudder to think of what had made her change so drastically. I clapped louder than even Finn, glaring at him when he looked at me questioningly.

"That was great, Amaranth." I called out, leading Brit down the aisle. I was stunned. But I think she was a little more stunned than I was.

Translations! (in chronological order)

Are you a friend of Finn's?

Yeah, you could call it that.

How do you know him?

It's complicated.

Second chapter! Santana appears! Woot! Song is Wild Horses, by Natasha Bedingfield.