Author's Note: I apologize for the late update. Like I've mentioned before, life gets in the way :/. Anyway to make it up to everyone I'll post tomorrow with Brittany's POV. The song in this chapter is probably something no one will be expecting and I had the hardest time figuring out what would be perfect. For now it should work and I apologize, once again, if no one likes it. But don't let the song ruin this fic for you because I swear it's going to get better. That's way this chapter may seem a little rushed, but my plan is coming into motion. Anyways thanks for all the reviews I love the support. NOW FOR THE NEW CHAPTER ENJOY : )
Chapter Five
Santana's POV:
Now I'm really concerned. Brittany has never been mean to anyone in her life. Usually I'm the one bitching out people. Now don't get me wrong that freshman totally deserved it and hell I even made her run extra laps and put her ass at the bottom of the pyramid where she got toppled on; best idea ever! But still Brittany was a little harsh. I also should admit it was totally hot. Seeing Brittany defend herself and get all up in that girl's face, bitchin' her out was a complete turn on; it just threw me off. I mean Brittany didn't even need me and that scares me.
In some way I've always needed to be needed by Brittany, but now she's doing her own homework, sticking up for herself, and going to Rachel for glee help; well where do I fit in? Right now I can't worry about that because we're still reestablishing our friendship. It took quite a hit last year, but we seem to be easily finding our way back. Throughout the school days we are inseparable except when we have different classes. Pinky holding has been reinstituted, which is awesome.
I missed the physical contact between us. I missed being so close to her that I could almost feel her heartbeat. The first day she grabbed for my little finger was yesterday after glee practice. It had been two days after school had started and we were heading off to Cheerios practice. She walked up beside me and our shoulders touched. Next thing I know is that our pinkies were linked. The second her hand brushed against mine a bolt of electricity shot through me. That's when I remembered the rush I always got when I was near Brittany.
I think she felt the shock because she stared down at our hands for a few minutes. My heart began picking up its pace and I was hoping Brittany didn't notice. She looked over at me and gave me a sweet smile. I like her smiles they always brighten up my day.
So today is the day Brittany is suppose to sing her song for glee. I'm not gonna lie when I say I'm a little nervous. She wouldn't give me any hints, just saying that it was a surprise. We're all sitting in glee waiting for the song. Rachel is helping her sing back up, which is interesting because Berry never sings back up. It's against her code or whatever. The music starts playing and I can say that I've never heard this song before; this should be good.
I am temperamental
Like a heart without a home
I am sentimental
But you don't know me at all
Yeah that's obviously beginning to be the pattern. I have no clue who Brittany is anymore.
I have expectations
I wanna be the one you call
And I want a conversation
But you don't know me at all
No baby girl I'll call you whenever you want.
Hold on tight
I am
I'm a revolution
Close your eyes
I am, I'm a revolution
I'll blow your mind
I am
I'm a revolution
Why do I have to explain
Who I am again and again
I am
I know what you're thinkin
I can tell what you're waitin for
But I think that you're pretendin
But you don't fool me at all
Brittany is staring at me now. It's an intent stare like she's trying to tell me something through her song.
If you knew me at all
You'd take my picture
And you'd hang it on your wall
Hold on tight
I am
I'm a revolution
Close your eyes
I am, I am
I'll blow your mind
I am
I'm a revolution
Why do I have to explain
Who I am again and again
I didn't know that you've been wanting me
Oh how's a girl supposed to know
Just when you think that it's all tragedy
Don't worry baby I'll go slow
Ok now it's definitely about me. How can it not? First off, she's staring at me and by the way she's looking at me it's like she's screaming "Hey pay attention idiot!"
Hold on tight
I am
I'm a revolution
Close your eyes
I am, I am
I'll blow your mind
I am
I'm a revolution
Why do I have to explain
Who I am again and again
Hold on tight
I am
I'm a revolution
Close your eyes
I am, I am
I'll blow your mind
I am
I'm a revolution
Why do I have to explain
Who I am again and again
I am
When she finishes everyone is in awe. Brittany never really took the lead in songs and her voice is beautiful. Mr. Shue really needs to rethink that decision about leaving Britt in the background. After the initial shock has worn off everyone begins clapping and singing their praises towards Brittany.
"Wow that was fantastic Brittany. You have a great voice," Mr. Shue says while clapping. Well no dip Sherlock! If you had been paying attention you wouldn't have waited until now to find that out. Seriously that man is really clueless sometimes.
After glee I walk out with Brittany towards her car. "Britt that was amazing. You're voice is awesome."
"Thanks S. I was really nervous before hand. I have never done anything like that before," Brittany says in her cute innocent voice.
"What are you talking about? You dance in front of thousands of people," I point out because when she dances it's like she's the only one out there and no one else. It's so mesmerizing.
"Yeah, but that's dance. I'm good at it and I feel so comfortable when I dance that it's almost second nature to me. But singing in front of a crowd by myself is completely out of my element," Brittany says. "But you help with that."
"What? How do I help?" I ask a little shocked.
"When I sung I pretended I was just singing to you and no one else. You make me feel safe and comfortable," Brittany says then kisses my cheek. My face begins to redden as an obvious blush spreads across my cheeks. "Did I just make the great Santana Lopez blush?"
"What? Psshh you're crazy I am so not blushing right now." My cheeks becoming a darker shade of red isn't helping my case.
"Oh whatever I so made you blush," Brittany laughs.
A month has passed since that wonderful day after school. That's how Brittany and mine relationship has somewhat changed. Our touches begin to linger longer than they're suppose to. We hang out with each other almost every day and every weekend. We've definitely have gotten a lot more touchy feely with each other. When we're alone, Brittany is in some way always touching me. It could just be our pinkies linked, or her cuddled into my side while we watch a movie. Sometimes she'll give me a kiss on my cheek, those are the best for now. They're sweet and simple just like her.
I'm at my locker changing out my books when Puck approaches me. "Hey sexy what's up?"
"Nothing much. What's up wit you?" I ask.
"Nothing much. You know we haven't done anything in like a month. Is everything cool?" Puck asks.
I roll my eyes. Of course he wants to discuss sex. "Just because I don't wanna sleep with you doesn't mean something's wrong." See I've been trying this whole new thing, saving myself for Brittany. I really just want her and no one else.
"Okay, chill," Puck says holding up his hands in defeat. "Well I'm having one of my parties this weekend. You should come."
"I'll think about it," I say while shutting my locker door and walking away.
I go to English and sit next to Quinn. "Hey you know Puck's having a party this weekend?" she asks.
"Yeah he just told me," I answer.
"You should ask Brittany to go with you," Quinn suggests.
"Oh I don't know," I say.
"What? Come on don't be a wimp. Ask the girl. If you're scared you two can go as just friends. However I doubt that will last long. The sexual tension that is coming off you two is almost unbearable," Quinn jokes.
"Ha ha whatever," I say, but she's kind of right. I want Brittany in the most intimate way possible that's it's becoming a little hard to function around her.
Cheerios practice ends and everyone has left the locker except me and Britt. "So B I was wondering if you wanted to go to Puck's party with me Saturday?"
"Yeah definitely sounds fun," she says beaming a bright smile. Fantastic, I'm doing a mental happy dance you just can't see it.
Saturday rolls around and I'm anxious and nervous and completely on edge. I told Brittany that I would pick her up at eight and we would grab something to eat before we went. Yes, it's kind of like a date, but neither one of us have given it that label. I want it to be a date I just haven't discussed that with Brittany. I know we're best friends, but I don't know where she stands on wanting to take things further, and I'm kinda chickened to ask. Rejection is what scares me. She's the one person I couldn't stand rejection from, it would be too heart breaking.
It's around seven forty-five when I drive to Brittany's house. I ring her doorbell and her mom answers it. Brittany has the coolest mom ever. She's the most supportive mom I know. Her and Brittany have always been close, but their relationship strengthened after Britt's dad died. That's the time that I can say that I have ever seen Brittany totally broken. It was heart breaking to see how sad she was. I remember holding her for hours after the funeral. See Brittany and I have known each other since the third grade. We've always been best friends.
Brittany's mom calls for Brittany while I wait at the bottom of the stairs. When I hear heels hitting the hardwood stairs I look up to see the blonde girl of my dreams. I'm speechless; she's absolutely gorgeous. She's decided to go with skinny jeans, black leather high heel boots, a fitted blue top with thin straps. Her make-up is simple the way I like it and her hair is straight flowing easily down her face and on her shoulders. She's a sight of perfection and I can't take my eyes off her.
"Wow Britt you look amazing," I say remembering her mom is still in the room. My thoughts have gone from 'damn your gorgeous' to 'if your mom wasn't here I would throw you up against the wall and have my way with you.' Yeah I know her mom is right there, damn.
"Thanks San, you look beautiful as always," Brittany says and I blush a little.
"Thank you. So shall we get going?" I ask.
"We shall," she laughs and grabs my pinky as we head towards my car.
Please R&R it's most appreciative : )
song in this ch. is "Revolution"-The Veronicas (one of my fav bands check them out if u don't know who they r)