Chapter 4
Brittany stood at her locker flipping pages of her Math book while Artie wheeled up beside her.
"What are you doing?" He asked her.
"I dropped my hair pin in my book; I don't know where it went…"
"Oh, well I can always give you my hair pin…"
"You have a guy hair pin; I want a girl's hair pin."
Artie stared at his girlfriend for a moment and then sighed heavily to himself. She was beautiful he knew, a little off, but he loved her just the same. But there was something different about her. She didn't smile the way she used to or touch him the way she used to. True, it had only been 24 hours since he last saw her but a lot can happen in 24 hours.
"Do you know your confessional song?" He asked her.
"I don't know yet, I'm still looking. I really want to sing another Ke$ha song, she's now my idol."
"I thought Britney Spears was your idol?"
"I change idols like underwear, Artie. I go with the flow."
"Well, I have my confessional song."
"What is it?"
"I can't tell you that."
"I've never heard of that, who sings it? Britney or Ke$ha?"
"Neither, it's not a song. I'm saying I can't tell you the song."
"Oh, well, okay. Will I find out soon?"
"Yes, it's something I've been trying to say for a while now."
"Oh, okay…"
The bell rang and Artie began to wheel himself away from Brittany, Brittany began to bite her fingernails as she flipped back through her Math book.
"Algebra?" A voice questioned
"What's that?" Brittany asked, not looking up. She felt a hand grab her text book and turn to the front cover of the book.
"I didn't know you took Algebra."
"I don't take it; it's just a class I'm in."
"Why are you looking through it anyway? You hate math."
"I lost my hair pin in here."
"Are you sure?"
"It fell somewhere between my text book and the floor."
Brittany looked down at the ground and found a shiny hair pin glittering up at her. She pushed her text book into her locker and picked up the hair pin off the floor. She glanced in her locker mirror and tried to slide it in her hair with no luck.
"You'll poke an eye out, I'll do it." Santana grabbed the hair pin from Brittany's grasp and pushed it inward into Brittany's beautiful blonde hair, "Better?" She asked. Their eyes hung for a moment looking into each other's. No words were uttered only the soft steady sounds of their heart beats increasing could be heard.
"Yeah, better." Brittany said with puzzlement. Santana moved back to her locker and began to unlock it.
"Do you have a song for Glee Club?" Santana asked her, opening her locker.
"No…Do you?"
"I have something in mind."
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"I thought talking to me was a poison?"
"Looking at you is, talking to is just difficult…"
"Then why are we…?"
Santana turned to face Brittany, "I don't want anyone to think we're fighting, okay?"
"But we're not…"
"No one needs to know that we have feelings or anything like that okay? No one, all they need to know is that we're best friends. Okay? Do you understand?"
"I think so…"
"Good."
"Artie has a song for Glee Club…"
Santana rolled her eyes.
"He won't tell me what it is though."
"Maybe its better that way, surprises are a good thing."
"Santana, I have a confession to make to you."
"Okay…?"
"I had a dream that all the things that happened yesterday, never happened. You told me you loved me and everything and I, well, I didn't say it back."
"It was just a stupid dream."
"I don't think it is."
"So you don't love me?"
"I don't know, I've had a lot to think about since my Spanish test."
"Brittany do you understand what you're saying to me? You're saying you want to take back everything you said over a dream."
"Dreams don't lie, Shakera said that."
"Hips don't lie, Brittany, hips."
"Oh…"
"It was a dream Brittany, a dumb dream…Unless you really don't love me and you only said that because I said it."
"No, I do love you…I think…I just…"
"You think? Make up your mind."
"I'm just so confused! My feelings for Artie are punching walls into my feelings for you. I'm just so lost."
"Well, maybe I should help you out then, you don't love me. We are just friends, clearly that's all we're ever going to be." Santana slammed her locker and stormed off.