Why'd I Have To Go And Make Things So Complicated?
Brittany
Santana and I walk to math class, pinkies linked together. I swing my arm as she tells me about her weekend with Kurt. I laugh when she tells me she thought Kurt had a crush on her.
"You're super hot, Santana. I don't know who wouldn't want to go out with you!" I say, and immediately, Santana's face turns a bright red. I try to rephrase my comment, trying not to sound awkward. But no matter how hard I try, it still comes out wrong. Santana's pinkie is still linked with mine when we walk into class.
"Um girls, you're late," scolds the teacher, who's name I can't remember right now. We ignore her and continue to our seats, which are right next to each other. Santana and I silently take out our books, and the teacher glares at us for a few more seconds before going back to writing on the whiteboard.
"As I was saying, if x=14…."
I feel Santana poking me in the arm, and I look over to see that she's getting ready to sign to me. She knows that she can't whisper, so she taught me some conversational signing.
I'm sorry I was strange before, she signs, and I quickly reply,
It's okay. I made a… I don't know how to say 'weird comment', so I tap my lips before mouthing; "weird comment before, and I'm sorry about that. It won't happen again."
She looks at me for a moment, reading my facial expressions most likely, and then signs, It's okay. You are my best friend.
I smile at her, and we turn our attention to the board as we link pinkies under the table. But when I look at her, I can see that she's tense. Uncomfortable. And yet, I keep holding her pinkie.
"So how did everyone's weekends go?" asks a far too chipper Mr. Shue.
"I went shopping with Santana," says Kurt excitedly, winking at the Latina playfully. She signs something to him that I can't understand, and they laugh loudly.
"Fantastic. Anyone else?" says Mr. Shue, rubbing his hands together.
"I shoplifted a pair of panties," says Puck, and Quinn smacks him on the arm.
"Puck!"
"What? They were for you babe!" Puck says, but Quinn isn't buying it. She huffs dramatically and goes to sit next to Rachel. She turns to the brunette and lifts a single finger in front of her face.
"Don't make me regret this decision, Berry," she warns, and then turns back to Mr. Shue in the front of the room.
"O-kayy then, let's begin. Now I was thinking that for regionals, we could start with a duet between Finn and Rachel, perhaps " Mr. Shue announces, and Rachel begins to clap excitedly as Finn smiles like a dork and Sam, sitting behind the pair, high fives Finn, smiling with that huge mouth of his.
Mr. Shue is smiling in the front of the room, pleased with the enthusiasm. "and we can have the girls singing Black Horse In A Cherry Tree. And then, I was thinking of having the entire group join in with a rendition of All Star, by Smash Mouth," everyone cheered, pleased with his choice of anything besides Journey, "How does that sound?" the teacher finishes and Mercedes and Quinn high five, knowing that they'll kill that song.
"Mr. Shue, I think that's a great set list. We're totally going to win at regionals! Although, I would've liked a song about unicorns, but horses are okay," I comment, and Santana smiles at me. She's very pretty when she smiles.
"Speaking of winning, Brittany, you and Mike will be our spotlight dancers. You'll be in the front for the two group songs. So make it count!" Mr. Shue says, and Mike turns around to wink at me.
"We're going to be great, Brittany," he says, and I nod excitedly. Santana taps me on the shoulder, wanting to say something.
"Good joub, Brittany. You're gonna rowk it!" Santana congratulates. I laugh and put my hand on her back, and she looks alarmed. She's tense, so I take my hands away and put them in my lap. We turn away from each other, and I can feel my ears going red.