Brittany

To be honest yesterday could've went better.

I spent three hours last night trying to explain to my mom that I'm not dating Santiago, and five hours last night convincing my dad that I don't need the sex talk again.

They were even more annoying than the time I brought a girl home. I think her name was Tiana or Tricycle or something. Fun fact, that was the first time my dad gave me the "bird and the other bird" talk. Or was it two bees?

"Hey yo Britt?" I heard. Next thing I know a hand was snapping their fingers in my face bringing me back to reality. I looked over to see Quinn switching from looking at the road and me.

"You ok? I lost you for a sec-Brittany what the hell happened to your neck?" she said. I threw my hand to my neck and hissed when I felt the already forming bruise. Damn that must've been from Santiago karate chopping me yesterday.

"Who gave you that?!" Quinn screeched.

"No one! I... think i'm just allergic to something"

"Bullshit."

"Quinn"

"Bull. To. The. Shit"

"Will you please drop it!" I yelled. She threw her hands up as a surrender before putting them back on the wheel.

"Fine okay, what's gotten into you today?"

"Nothing I have a lot going on in my head right now"

"Really? That's new"

"Screw you Fabgay" I snapped. That always got her.

"I told you that stopped being funny two years ago, so can you please forget it?"

"I'll forget it after I forget the fact that you once had you're tongue down Rachel's throat, so no. Not for a while."

"Well if I drive this car straight into that lamppost I can ensure you that it wouldn't take long" she threatened. I giggled as we pulled into the student parking. She can get so crabby sometimes.

We walked into school with ten minutes before the bell rang for first period. While we were walking to our lockers we past the janitor's closet and again yesterday popped into my head.

Yesterday in that closet was... weird. I could've sworn that I caught him looking at my boobs, but maybe that could've just been in my head. It was dark and cramped like that time that alien snuck into my tent at summer camp. Ugh it's just too much right now.

"Well if it isn't Peeping Pierce" the object of my thoughts boomed. I turned around from my locker to see Santiago leaning against the lockers with an unreadable expression on his face. His hair was slick back like he just gotten out of the shower and his face was smooth except for the little patch of hair he keeps under his chin. He always shaves on Fridays because he doesn't feel like doing it on Sundays when he goes to church, so that wasn't a surprise. Why do I know that? Anyways, he was wearing that black hoodie with the gold zipper that he likes so much. He does't wear his lettermen jacket for some reason but he doesn't get too much crap for it.

What is wrong with me?

"Nice hickey", he chuckled while flicking my neck. After I slapped his hand out the way he grabbed it to his chest with a fake hurt look on his face.

"Yeah, thanks for that by the way"

"Huh?"

"Look, if you're gonna give me more shit about yesterday I am not sorry", I rolled my eyes. I'm starting to see that I do that a lot in his presence.

"No no it's not about that sunshine. Well kind of."

"Then what is it about twinkle toes?"

"There's uh- rumors going around about... us",he muttered.

I blinked twice before slowly closing my locker and staring directly at him. He started looking spooked already so I know he was taking me seriously. "What?" I asked.

"Well somehow... word got around that we were... going at it in the closet yesterday"

Is my ear supposed to be twitching?

"How the hell can something like that happen?" I yelled.

"Well..."

Flashback to this morning: Santiago

I hate morning practice.

It's still early-September so the sun is frying my ass. Every now and then I recite my ABC's just to make sure i'm not getting any brain damage.

I decided to just screw it and peeled off my shirt. Today's conditioning day and I needed to do something before I passed out.

"Lookin' good Lopez! After that video I was worried we were never gonna get a live show!" some cheerleader called.

Thanks Pierce.

Anyways I was in the middle of my second set of sit-ups when a smirking Puck walked up to me. I didn't know whether to be concerned or relieved because he was blocking the sun and I couldn't remember what the hell came after the letter Q.

"You asshole" he said.

"What?"

"You hooked up with Pierce and you didn't spill! And in the closet too, you dirty dog" he slapped my knee while giddily jumping up and down.

"...what?" I sputtered.

You know what? This sun is fucking with everyone.

"C'mon you can stop screwing around, it was only a matter of time before it happened anyways. I'm just hurt that I had to find out from that little ferret Jewfro"

"Oh yeah I heard about that too. Nice going capt!" my teammate Julian praised.

"You guys talking bout San and Brittany getting freaky in the closet yesterday? Man you are so lucky" another guy said.

"I would've tapped that if I had the chance" Karofsky added. I don't even know if he's talking about Pierce or me...

"Yo you guys check out Lopez's back! It's no surprise Pierce likes it rough" someone called out. By now the whole team was huddled around me asking for the "details". They were all talking so fast I couldn't even get a word in.

"EVERYONE SHUT UP" I boomed.

That got everyone to quiet down but they were still looking for answers, and that's when I realized the problem.

I can't tell them what I was doing in the janitors' with Pierce. I'll look like an asshole if I say I was in a fight with her.

Screw it.

"Well?" Puck pressured.

"Uh... well...me and Pier- I mean Brittany, are trying to keep thing on the DL for now" I lied through my teeth.

Am I going to hell?

That seemed to satisfy them since they started to high five and bump each other. It actually felt kinda nice to be honest.

"Alright boys hit the shower practice is over", Coach Bieste screamed.

I'm sure Pierce would understand right?

End of flashback

"...so technically I didn't initiate it... I just confirmed it." Santiago finished sheepishly.

Before I can come up with the 57th way to kill him, the bell rang. And just like that Santiago was running to his homeroom, but not before turning around and yelling,

"So I'll call you?"

"You're a dead man!"

"Love you too sunshine!" he called back before vanishing.

This is bullshit.

I turned to head to class and was met with a smirking Quinn. Speak of the devil.

"I'm guessing you heard" I asked while putting my head on her shoulder. She nodded and tenderly patted my head.

"Allergies can be a bitch huh?

Thanks pretty ppl for the love you guys left for me they always help!

and...

I have no excuses for my tardiness, so I'll just take my pink slip and leave. Mwah!