AUTHORS NOTE: I'm sorry I haven't updated in a couple days. :( It had been a very eventful weekend, and after donating blood, and then shortly after; passing out and being taken to the hospital i just came home and had a Glee Marathon with my girlfriend. Who is catching up because before me, she didn't really watch the show. But anyway, I'm going to be a bit busy for the next couple of days so please bare with me... I'll write when I can but my schedule is going to be super hectic. I'll try and upload the next chapter from my phone.
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It had been about three weeks since the visit from Santana. I talked to Mercedes regularly, and we always had good conversations. Sam and Mercedes were doing great and were expecting their first child. I was told that I was going to be one of the godparents, and I was thrilled about it. Quinn and Rachel were on the rocks, because of Finn. Apparently one night while Quinn was at work and I was out with Mercedes, Finn came over and Quinn caught them making out on the couch. She came into my room one night crying.
"I dont know what to do Britt, what if she still loves him?" She was sobbing now, and i sat next to her and held her.
"It's gonna be okay Quinn. You guys will work through this like you always do." She turned to me and put a hand on my shoulder.
"We should go home." I grabbed her hand off her shoulder and held it.
"To Lima?" I asked.
"Yes, to Lima." She smiled and i shook my head. I was long overdue for a visit home. Since Rachel was away with her dads on vacation we saw it as a perfect opportunity. So we packed our bags, and headed home.
The first day we were home, I had major jetlag. I wasn't accustomed to flying at all and the time difference got to me. My parents were excited that i came home to visit. I stayed at their house, and Quinn stayed in my room with me also but slept on the floor. (Rachel didn't want her sleeping in the same bed as me). The morning after we got there, I woke up and just stared at the ceiling. The last time I slept in my bed, Santana was with me. I looked over at the mirror on my dresser and saw all the pictures of Santana and I. My favorite being one that we took in the choir room. It was actually one Quinn took, and we were caught off-guard. I was holding Santana, trying to get her to stop crying. I got up off of my bed and walked over to my dresser. It felt like only yesterday that Santana and I were in my room packing.
"It seems like only yesterday that we three marched down the hallways at McKinley High as the Unholy Trinity." Quinn's voice startled me. I didn't know she was awake. "We ran that school. People saw us walking by and they moved out of our way." She chuckled and grabbed the picture of the three of us off my mirror. Stepping back a little, she sat on my bed and stared at the picture.
"I know what we should do today. Visit McKinley." I smiled.
"Lets go." I told her. We got ready and headed over to the high school.
We got there around 11:30 and everyone was in class. Walking through the front doors, i was anxious. I hadn't been here in over 4 years. I mean, besides the night Santana visited me in a dream. The hallways were empty, so Quinn and I took our time walking down towards Mr. Shue's classroom. We came unannounced so that it would be a surprise for our old teachers. Mr. Shue was super surprised, he didn't expect us to walk into his classroom at all. When the bell rang he excuses his class, and we took seats like we were students again. We talked for the entire lunch period and that's when he asked.
"So how have you been, Brittany? You doing alright? It's only been about a month since.." I cut Mr. Shue off.
"Thanks for asking, Mr. Shue. I'm doing alright, its been hard but I'm slowly getting there." I started tearing.
"Oh I'm sorry Brittany. I didn't mean to.." He walked over to me and put his hand on my shoulder. I stood up and turned around at the door.
"I'll catch up with you two later." I walked out the door, not knowing where i was going. I ended up on the football field, watching the Cheerios practice. I remembered how i would walk with Santana out onto the field everyday. I smiled. It was nice coming back to school.
"If my eyes don't deceive me, I believe I see Brittany S. Pierce." Coach Sue walked over and sat next to me on the bleachers. "I never thought I'd see you back on campus after you failed to graduate senior year the first time, and had to repeat it a second time."
"I missed you too Coach Sylvester." I chuckled. She smiled. Coach Sue always had her ways of showing her emotions, even if it wasn't like everyone else.
"You look good, considering what you just went through." She looked back onto the field. "I can recall watching you and Santana on my field for the first time. I knew from the beginning she had a thing for you, the way she would stare at you during practice, and just the way she acted around you." I started tearing. "She was stubborn. But eventually came around."
"It took her a while." I said while wiping tears.
"Better late than never i always say, B." i smiled.
"Thanks coach. I'll talk to you later, I've got one more place i want to see before I leave." I stood up, and she stood up with me. To my surprise, she hugged me.
"You take care of yourself, Brittany. If you need anything, just call." And she walked away. The last place I visited was the locker room. It was the first place I met Santana, and I felt it was only right to end my visit at school here. I sat on the wooden bench in front of the two lockers, reminiscing over the moments of sheer happiness we had here. We would laugh until we couldn't breath. Where i figured out she is what I wanted. She took my breath away countless times.
Santana was brushing her hair in the mirror that hung on the inside of her locker door.
"You know Britt, sometimes I wish I were a dude. Cause then I would just date you." She chuckled. But I stood there and just looked at her.
"B? Are you okay?" She put her brush down and sat next to me.
"I'm fine. I'm just thinking about what you said. What do you mean by it?" I was arguing with myself on the inside. I didn't know if it was the right time to tell her. It could potentially ruin my relationship with Santana, and I didn't want that. Yet, I wanted to know if she felt the same way I did for her.
"I don't know Britt. I just enjoy spending time with you. You're funny, and you always make me laugh. If you were a dude you would be my boyfriend in a heartbeat." She stood back up and started brushing her hair again. I sighed.
"So… The only way you would date me is if I were a boy? Did Beyonce talk to you because she just wrote a song about this." I told her. She laughed.
"You always have such funny things to say." I stood up.
"I wasn't trying to be funny this time, San. I was being serious. I like you. And not just as a friend." Santana stopped brushing her hair and slowly closed her locker.
"You like me?" She had a surprised look on her face now.
"Yes, I do." I started crying. "I was just so afraid to tell you because I thought you wouldn't want to be my friend anymore because I was weird and I like girls." She put on a slight grin, and sat next to me and started rubbing my back.
"Britt it's okay. I.. Have thought about it too. I mean, I may have feelings for you as well but I'm not sure." I looked up with hope in my eyes.
"So you would go out with me?" You could hear the optimism in my voice.
"Shhh. Don't say that too loud. It's not that I wouldn't be happy to.. Be your girlfriend. You're hot, and you make me happy. I just don't know if I'm ready to head down that path just yet." Her voice was quieter now.
"Just promise me that you'll keep that door open?" I asked. She hugged me, and whispered in my ear.
"I promise."