One Week Later
"Finn, for the last time, I am not going to take the solo!" I snapped, erasing some mistakes on Brittany's Spanish homework. "No no, Bee, the accents can only go over vowels." It was far too early to be thinking about Spanish.
She furrowed her brows, pouting. "Santana always says that too, but I think they look pretty." I smiled indulgently, patting her hand.
"Speaking of Santana, where is she?" Finn asked. "She and Brittany are usually attached at the hip. Why won't you do the solo for T.G.I.F.? Rachel just dropped it all of the sudden and you'd be perfect for it."
"Because, like I told you all before I joined, I don't sing in front of people." I muttered, gathering my books off of my bed. "And Santana's not here because I only invited Brittany to spend the night. Now let's go, we're gonna be late." I packed up my things, then helped Brit with hers.
"Yeah Finn. Besides, I promised Ama that I'd sing in the back with her. I can't do that if she's singing a solo." Brit explained dopily.
"Right. See Finn?" I said, smirking at him as we got into his car.
30 Minutes Later
"…and then Lord Tubbington told me a really great joke about a mouse."
I prepared myself to say something kind about Brittany's overweight cat, but just as I opened my mouth, the oddest thing happened. First, my mouth was filled with the flavor of artificial cherry. Then, I felt an icy, sticky liquid seep through my hair and start to run down my body, sliding simultaneously down my back and my chest. And finally, realization hit me. I'd just been slushied.
"Oh my god." I whispered, tears building in my eyes. I was so embarrassed. Dropping my things, I spun and took off through the halls, sprinting into the nearest bathroom and bursting into tears, sliding down the wall and burying my head in my hands.
"Amaranth?" I knew that voice. It was Santana. "Hey, why are you cry… Oh my god. You got slushied."
I lifted my head to look at her, still crying. "Y-yeah."
She crouched down, holding out her hand. "Hey, don't worry. El bastardo que lo hizo va a dar una patada a su asno. Desperté navajas de afeitar en mi pelo. Let's get you cleaned up."
I managed a weak chuckle, taking her hand and standing up. "Good to know." She led me to the sink, turning the warm water on and got some paper towels, wetting them and gently wiping down my face, then helping me bend comfortably over the sink. Her fingers were gentle as they ran through my hair, removing chunks of ice and washing it clean. As she was braiding it back into a French braid, I looked down. My white shirt was ruined, and my cami was worse than. "What do I do about my shirt?"
"Give me a sec, and I'll see what I can do." She finished with my hair, then came around to my front. I blushed lightly as she examined my shirt, even though I knew she wasn't checking me out. "Take off your shirt and wash off at the sink while I fix your top."
I turned and pulled my shirt off, tossing the cami in the trash as I handed it to her and hurried over to wash the remainder of the cherry slushie off my body. Ten minutes later, she handed my shirt back to me. "Wow." I said, staring at it. She'd cut a deep vee in the front and back to get rid of the red stain, leaving a strand of fabric across each vee to keep the shirt from falling off of my shoulders. "This is awesome." I slid the shirt over my head, then turned to examine myself in the mirror. "Glad I wore a my red strapless today." I commented. "Thank you, Santana."
"Don't mention it." She said, her voice becoming gruff. "Seriously, don't. I have a reputation to uphold and if anyone knew I'd helped someone other than Brittany, it'd be in the trash."
My eyes widened, surprised at the sudden roughness of her demeanor. "Um, yeah. My lips are sealed." I said softly, casting my eyes to the floor.
Santana POV
Shit. How was it that I always managed to say the wrong thing at the wrong time. "Well, I'll see you in Spanish." I said awkwardly. Oh hell no. When did Santana-motherfucking-Lopez get awkward? Impulsively I reached out and gave her a swift hug, then turned abruptly and left the bathroom, hurrying to Mr. Schue's classroom. A few minutes later, Amaranth slid into her seat next to me.
Normal POV
I slid into my seat, forcing myself not to look at Santana. She was so confusing. One second she was all nice and helpful, then the next she's mean bitch, and then she's hugging me. While I was listening to Mr. Schue drone on about proper conjugation towards the end of class, a thought crossed my mind. Slowly I wrote it down, then slid it to Santana.
You should take the solo today. I know you know it. You were singing it after gym yesterday.
Just then the bell rang, and I proceeded to avoid Santana for the rest of the day until glee.
"So." Mr. Schue said, striding in, late as usual. "Have you guys decided who's taking the solo for T.G.I.F.?"
My eyes darted to Santana, willing her to stand in my mind, which she did. "I'll do it, Mr. Schue." She said, her chin up.
"Wow. Um, wonderful Santana." He said, shocked at her sudden offer. "Well, girls, take it away." Santana walked forward, signaling to me and Brit, who dragged me down to fall in behind Santana.
"There's a stranger in my bed
There's a pounding in my head
Glitter all over the room
Pink flamingos in the pool"
Tina and Mercedes jumped in, dancing around with us.
"I smell like a minibar
DJ's passed out in the yard
Barbies on the barbecue
Is this a hickey or a bruise?"
Santana danced around to the back between me and Brit, pretending to show me a hickey on her neck, to which I shrugged, grinning.
"Pictures of last night ended up online I'm screwed, oh well
It's a blacked-out blur but I'm pretty sure it ruled, damn!
Last Friday Night
Yeah, we danced on table tops
And we took too many shots
Think we kissed, but I forgot"
She blew a kiss to the guys and Rachel.
"Last Friday night
Yeah, we maxed our credit cards
And got kicked out of the bars
So we hit the boulevard
Last Friday night
We went streakin in the park
Skinny dipping in the dark
Then had a ménage a trois
Last Friday night
Yeah, I think we broke the law
Always say we're gonna stop oh whoa oh
This Friday night, (do it all again)
This Friday night, (do it all again)
Trying to connect the dots
Don't know what to tell my boss
Think the city towed my car
Chandelier's on the floor
Ripped my favorite party dress
Warrants out for my arrest
Think I need a ginger ale
That was such an epic fail
Pictures of last night ended up online, I'm screwed, oh well
It's a blacked-out blur but I'm pretty sure it ruled, damn"
Last Friday Night
Yeah, we danced on table tops"
She pulled me close and started dancing something close to the jitterbug with me.
"And we took too many shots
Think we kissed, but I forgot
Last Friday Night
Yeah, we maxed our credit cards
And got kicked out of the bars
So we hit the boulevard
Last Friday night
We went streaking in the park
Skinny dipping in the dark
Then had a ménage a trois
Last Friday night
Yeah, I think we broke the law
Always say we're gonna stop op o whoaa oh
This Friday night, (do it all again)
This Friday night, (do it all again)
This Friday night
T.G.I.F, T.G.I.F, T.G.I.F, T.G.I.F, T.G.I.F"
While the rest of us chanted, Santana slowed the dance, releasing me to dance with the rest before pulling me back during the sax solo.
"Last Friday Night
Yeah, we danced on table tops
And we took too many shots
Think we kissed, but I forgot
Last Friday Night
Yeah, we maxed our credit cards
And got kicked out of the bars
So we hit the boulevard
Last Friday night
We went streaking in the park
Skinny dipping in the dark
Then had a ménage a trois
Last Friday night
Yeah, I think we broke the law
Always say we're gonna stop op oh whoaa oh
This Friday night
Do it all again!"
As we all laughed and cheered, Santana, who was holding me close to her chest. seemed to battle with an inner demon before turning to look at me. Before I knew what was happening, she grabbed the back of my head, dragging my lips to hers.
Chapter 4! Epic cliffhanger, if I do say so myself. :D What should Amaranth do? Run? Kiss back? Slap her? Have to review and let me know! I want at least 2 reviews before I post the next chapter! T.G.I.F by Katy Perry.
Elena Bearysmart - Now you know! Santana didn't let her stay in the back very well though, did she?