Chapter 2 - Part 2
That girl has slightly been infecting my thoughts all day. Well aside from Brittany, whom I still have yet to speak to since the blow up in the hallway. Ah, glee club the end of my day. I walked through the door, so far Blaine and Kurt were there practically eye fucking the shit out of each other. Rachel was there and so was Brit and Artie, I sighed a bit. I heard a guitar being picked at from the chair I usually sit at...Elma.
'Hey' she placed her guitar down and looked at me.
'Hi' I said looking at her and taking a seat in front of her.
'So I was thinking of a song for our group, and I think I settled on something all of us will enjoy.'
'Oh really, and that would be?'
'Amy Winehouse, Love is a Losing Game' I think my breath hitched...I don't even think I could go through with that song...not with Brit watching.
'There's no way Rachel could get the lead, well at least at one time, it would more than likely rotate me, you, and Blaine and Tachel.' I called Blaine over, he almost looked pained to leave Kurt, I hate how happy they can be sometimes. I think I'm just jealous. It took all but 15 minutes to have our idea ready to go. This chick's got a good taste in music.
We were gonna keep it simple, Blaine would play piano, she's play the guitar very smoothly.
We presented that day.
Blaine and Rachel took the first section...
For you I was a flame
Love is a losing game
Five story fire as you came
Love is a losing game
One I wish I never played
Oh what a mess we made
And now the final frame
Love is a losing game
Me and Elma came in around now and Blaine and Rachel harmonized back noises... I can't do this
Played out by the band
Love is a losing hand
More than I could stand
Love is a losing hand
Self professed... profound
Till the chips were down
...know you're a gambling man
Love is a losing hand
I was in tears, Brit was holding Artie's hand, and squeezing it, Same holding Mercedes... I can't do this
Though I battle blind
Love is a fate resigned
Memories mar my mind
Love is a fate resigned
Over futile odds
And laughed at by the gods
And now the final frame
Love is a losing game
I cried on the end, Mr. Shue congratulated us, but by then I was gone.
'Santana?' I heard my name called and didn't even care to look back. I was gone, I was fiddling for my keys out my purse when I dropped my bag, thank God the school was empty. I sat on the floor and cried. I hate this. I don't like these emotions, someone just make them go away. I saw a shadow coming behind me. Fuck. I wiped my eyes and turned around. It was Elma.
'Hey, you ran out of there pretty quickly, you alright?' she sent a text on her phone and then looked back at me.
'Y-yea, I'm fine.' I lied, my make up was running, and I looked like shit. But she didn't need to know that.
'You can be honest with me you know, I won't judge.' She sat down in the hall next to me. I cried even harder.
'You can't possibly know what I feel like right now, this is you're fault, that stupid song, fuck.' She didn't even budge, she looked interested actually, and she was still listening.
'so you wanna tell me, what's going on here?' she said. I told her everything, from the first time I told Brit I loved her, to the first time we kissed. She looked at me still interestingly.
'So you love the girl, she rejects you, because you're just realizing you're a lesbian, and she's bisexual, so she's currently with someone else.'
'Pretty much.'
'there's nothing odd about that at all.' She leaned back a bit more, resting on her puff of hair. 'If you really love her, you'll wait, wait as long as the sun waits to set everyday. But in case she's truly happy, make yourself happy for now, find something to make you smile. I know I'm in no position to speak, it just happened yesterday. Give yourself time to recover, and then get back in the game.' she smiled at me. I think I blushed at her. She stood up, and offered her hand to me. I was about to walk off when she called me back I turned around and she walked one step to me.
'You're far to pretty to frown.' She kissed my cheek and walked off. What the hell does this mean? I held my hand to my cheek all the way to my car...I need someone to talk to... I'll all Porcelain sometime later tonight.