AN: Sorry I haven't updated in almost two months. I've been pretty busy with vacation and work. I'll update more often now. Thanks for the reviews guys :)
*Beep! Beep! Beep*! I shoot up from my desk where I had apparently checked out for the night. A bit confused, I look around at my alarm clock- 6 AM. Groaning, I look down at the unfinished Trigonometry homework that had been my pillow. I shut the book, trying to figure out when I'll have time to finish it later.
I stretch and look into the mirror, running my fingers over the lines and marks left on my face from my papers and notebooks. Attractive. Before I start my long journey to make myself looks somewhat decent for school, I plop down face first onto my bed with my arm searching for my phone on the nightstand. Once my hand finds it, I unlock it without looking by tapping my passcode in.
I pry my face from the pillow and adjust my body to burry my chin into it. I hold my phone in front of my face to find that I have a text. Weird, the only one who really ever texts me is Sugar, and she spares me from her morning crankiness and never texts me before ten. I tap the message icon to see an unfamiliar number and a message.
Hey, it's Quinn. I'm glad I ran into you yesterday, and I meant what I said. I'd like to catch up with you. Coffee Saturday?
I sit up, leaning my back against the wall my bed is pushed up against and pull my knees up to my chest. I don't know what to respond with. I don't even know what I want to respond with.
Ideally, I wish that Quinn had never drove me to the point where I even need to rationalize getting coffee with her. A couple years ago, I would have done it without thinking. But she inflicted so much sadness and confusion. And with her being the only one I would talk to about that sort of stuff, I was left with no other option but to push it down. I stuffed it all away, and up until now, it has stayed that way. But I already feel some of those…feelings surfacing again. I can't go through that again.
Shaking my head alone in my room, I toss my phone gently on my bed and get up. I'll deal with her later. But I can't think too much about it. I don't want to think too much about it. I walk into my bathroom, turning on the stereo and shower, and let the warm water wash away what it can.
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Normally, I would be paying attention and scribbling down everything that Mr. Brockaus was saying, but my Government class just isn't grasping my attention this morning. I tried to stop thinking about Quinn, and it was going fairly well at first. That is, until I pulled into the school and saw her sitting in her car a few rows down, just staring at her steering wheel. She looked so lost- scared really. I wanted to go talk to her, find out what was wrong and fix it for her. Or maybe just talk about the old times, the times before it all went wrong. But I couldn't. I'm supposed to be mad at her. She's the one who left me.
So I walked in and left her alone. But she hasn't left my mind.
I sigh and look up at the slideshow that was playing up at the front. I quickly piece together what I can, which is simple. Government is a breeze. Well, any class is a breeze. I've been near top of my class ever since I was little. If it weren't for gym class, I'd have been every teacher's favorite student. But I was born with no hand eye coordination, so sports and physical activity aren't really my strong points. Nonetheless, I always strive to do my absolute best whenever I can.
The bell rings, and I begin to pack up my things, which isn't much considering I did nothing all period but think about Quinn and the whole messy situation. Maybe I should talk to Sugar about it. She did say yesterday that it is okay if I'm into girls. And that's a very big if. I mean, Quinn kissed me, I didn't initiate anything. But it felt more real than anything I had done before. Ugh I hate sounding so cheesy.
Once again, I shake the thoughts from my head once I leave the classroom and see Sugar do her awkward walk/run towards me in her ridiculously high heels.
"Guess who picked me up this morning?" she squeals, gushing to reveal the answer.
"The school bus?" I remark sarcastically, smirking as I approach my locker, reaching to twirl my combination in.
"Ugh gross! As if. No, Sam did!" She leans against the lockers with her hands crossed on her chest like a lovesick preteen girl.
"Sam? Sam Evans? What happened to Rory? And how long have you been talking to Sam?" I ask, and I can't help but think about poor Rory. He's be crushed if he heard about this.
"Yes, Sam Hunky-Quarterback Evans. I was texting him last night after you left,. He's my partner in drama class for this scene we have to do. After several cute flirtatious texts, one thing led to another, he was in my driveway this morning to pick me up with a soy latte waiting in my cupholder. I'm in love Santana." I roll my eyes and smile.
"Love? Oh God, gag me Sugar." She laughs and I shut my locker, linking my arm through hers as we walk towards my class. "Well, he's pretty cute. But what about Rory?"
"Rory's old news. It's time for Sugar to have some new eye candy" She says, wiggling her eyebrows causing me to giggle and snort at the same time. We approach my classroom and I turn to face her, biting my lip hesitantly.
"Well, um, you know what we talked about at lunch yesterday? About how, you know, I might like girls." I lean in and whisper the last part. Her face lightens up and I'm not sure why.
"Yes I do! Oh Santana, I'm here to help you thought the rough rainbow forest, this is going to be great!" She pulls me into a bone crushing hug. I pull away and furrow my brow. She has this habit of filling in the blanks too quickly.
"No no no, that's not what I was trying to say. Listen, can we talk about this later? When not so many people are around?" I say quickly, looking at the ground.
"Of course my little leprechaun. Now get to class and have fun with your girl Brittany." She winks and turns away, leaving me standing there with a flushed face.
Brittany. I totally forgot about her. I quickly walk into the room and sit down at our lab table, pulling out my compact mirror and giving myself a quick look down. I breathe out, and start to wonder why I'm so worked up about this. It's just chemistry with my lab partner. My incredibly cute and adorable lab partner. Ugh, stop it.
Once again, like yesterday, the bell rings and the blonde cheerleader is no where to be found. I feel a bit disappointed, but I turn to my chemistry book and flip to the page where the lab was today. I start reading and it doesn't appear to be too difficult; I could handle it by myself. But I wouldn't mind having a pair of pretty soft hands helping me out. My stomach flips at the thought.
Just as I'm about to get up to get some beakers, shivers are sent down my spine.
"Miss me?" Someone whispers into my ear. I jump and look at Brittany who is beaming next to me. She had snuck into class without Mrs. Mueller pestering her about being late. She sets her bag down on the table and claps her hands together. "How may I help, madam?"
I blush and look down at the book, trying to hide my red cheeks and the smile forming on my lips.
"Um, think you could grab a couple 500 mL beakers over there? I can get the rest going." I stutter, looking up to see a confused look on her face.
"Yes, but, uh, I always forget, milliliters are just baby liters, right?" she whispers, narrowing her eyes. I try to suppress a giggle, but I can't help it.
" Yes, Britt, that's exactly what they are. Think you can handle it?" I say almost too sweetly, shortening her name on accident. She seems to like the nickname judging by the curl of her lips.
"On it captain!" She spins on her heals and goes to retrieve the beakers. I turn smiling to get the chemicals and burner. Chemistry is quickly turning into my favorite subject, and not because of my love for the periodic table.
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"Whoa! Santana you didn't tell me you were a wizard!" she almost yells as the flame turns from red to purple. I've never seen someone get so excited about a simple chemical reaction before. It's adorable. I laugh and shyly smile up at her.
"It's just science Brittany, but it's pretty cool, huh?" She nods, still staring at the flame. "You want to try?" I offer the tongs to her. Her face falls for a second, but she snaps back to her normal self.
"No, I don't want to mess it up. It's too pretty to be ruined." I can sense sadness in her voice, but before I can scratch her surface, Mrs. Mueller instructs everyone to clean up. I sigh, and turn off the flame.
"I don't think you could ruin anything." It slips out of my mouth before I could stop myself, but I don't regret saying it. I look up at her, and she isn't smiling anymore. But she isn't upset either. I can't really explain it more than saying it's a look of sheer thankfulness and confusion.
"Thanks. It mean's a lot for you to say that." She looks down and distracts herself by starting to clean up. I wish this period lasted longer, so she didn't have to go and I could tell her how wonderful I really think she is. But some of her Cheerio friends are waiting by the door yelling her name and the classroom is clearing out rather quickly.
"Not a problem. Anyway, your friends are waiting for you at the door." I point and she turns to see them waiting. "Go ahead, I'll take care of this." She tilts her head.
"No they can wait Santana, there's a-"
"It's no problem Brittany, seriously, don't worry about it. " I half smile and give her a little nudge. She shrugs and picks up her bag.
"If you say so, but I owe you. I'll see you tomorrow?" she says, sounding a little hopeful.
"Of course. Bye Britt." She smiles one last time before turning to leave.
My hand still tingles from where I nudged her shoulder and all I can think about is how when she is around, nothing bad in the world exists.
AN: Well, after a month I hope that isn't too disappointing. I promise next chapter will have a lot of Brittana in it, so let me know what you thought ;)