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"What?", her voice is coming harsh through the phone and for a moment I think about hanging up. Maybe she's busy? Maybe a friend of her is visiting her? "Blondie?", her voice sounds a little softer the next time she speaks. I try to smother my sobs but it's not that easy.
"Santana", I barely get out. Wow, I sound so depressed. I'm sure she won't understand my next words. "Could you get me from the supermarket?"
"Huh? What? Are you crying?" I was right. She don't. So I repeat myself.
"I'm at the supermarket, don't know how to get back. Could you get me?"
"Okay, listen blondie. First - you need to stop crying. Second - repeat yourself slowly so I can understand you", Santana says softly.
I take a deep breath and repeat myself a last time.
"I had a fight with Sam, now I don't know how to get back", there's a briefly pause before I go on. "Could you get me from the supermarket? Please?"
"What?", she seems angry. "Which supermarket? I'm coming", she tells me. I tell her the name of the supermarket and hung up.
"Brittany?", right after my phone call I can hear someone call my name. For a moment I thought it was her, but this voice sounds like a man. "Brittany, where are you? Come on, I am worried about you!"
I know this voice. It sounds so familiar. It's Sam.
"Oh no", I whisper to myself. The last thing I want right now, is seeing him. He hurt me. And I'm not in the mood to forgive him. Not now.
"There you are!" Before I have a chance to hide from him, he looks around the corner where I was sitting.
"Leave me alone", I sniffle.
"Britt, listen. I am so, so sorry", he gets on his knees in front of me and puts his hands on my knees. "I didn't meant to hurt you, let alone call you stupid."
For a few seconds I don't say a word, but when he starts to talk again, I interrupt him.
"Leave - me - alone!"
"Britt", he begs. Just in this moment, I can hear a car stops.
Santana.
"Get outta my way", she growls when she stops in front of us. She pushs him away so that he falls on his butt and manages it in the last moment to stabilize hisself.
"You okay?", is all she says when she replaces his spot in front of me, touches my knees and looks at me so soft, like never before. This expression is new to me. She looks so worried, yet so lovely. I softly nod before she wants to know what happened.
In a few words I explain to her, that he called me stupid. Her eyes widen.
"Hey!", Sam protests. "Who do you think you are?"
The look on her face changes and for a second I am scared. She gets on her feet and turns to him.
"Nuh uh. Who do you think you are?", she returns the question. Then she takes another step. She shoves him hard against his chest, so that he's struggeling with hisself. "Listen to me, trouthy mouth", she hisses at him. "Never - ever - will - you - call - her - stupid, do you understand me?"
I can see the fear in his eyes while he's standing flat against the wall behind him. There's no way he could run away.
"But it's your fault!", Sam stutters. "Because of you calling her blondie, she wanted to dye her hair!"
I can feel Santanas body tense. She looks briefly at me, before she gives him her full attention.
"Never ever call her like that, do you understand me?" She seems really mad and by her voice I can tell that she's about to punch him in his face if he don't get lost the next second. Sam nods frantically.
"Now get lost, before I go all Lima Heights about you! NOW!"
Sam takes a few steps backwards before turning around and running away. I am a little bit sorry for him, but after all I know that this is what her deserve. For now.
When Sam is out of look, Santana turns back to me. Her look is so much softer now while she's getting nearer. Slowly she slides against the wall down to the ground next to me. When a deep breath leaves her mouth, I know she wants to say something.
"You wanted to dye your hair because I called you blondie?", she asks me quietly.
This is such a complicated situation right now. What should I do now? Should I tell her the truth or try to pretend that Sam was just kidding? I know she wouldn't believe me. She would know that I lied to her. So I decide to tell her the truth.
"Yeah", I breathe. With my head down, I don't have to look her in the eyes. I can feel her shoulder against mine. It's a nice feeling. Soft. Warm. Familiar. Like I'd been best friends with her for years even though I just know her a day.
"Brittany", for the first time I can hear her callin' my name. "Why don't you told me that you feel so bad me callin' you like that? I would've stopped, you know?"
I try to breathe normal again, before having a total crash down. After all, Santana seems to have a heart like every other person. Even though she always acted like she don't. "Look", Santana goes on. Then she does something, I didn't expect. She takes my hand and links her pinky with mine. Fascinated I look down to our hands, not really listening to what she says next.
"If you're so uncomfortable me callin' you blondie, I'll stop, okay? I will call you whatever you want."
I can feel my heart beating faster than normal. My breath is uneven and I can feel my body heat up. Just because of this little touch. Could this be real? What happened to me?
"J-Just c-call me Britt", I offer her stuttering.
"Okay, Britt." Hearing her saying my nickname lets my heart beat faster and a smile spreads across my lips. It's really good hearing her calling me Britt. It sounds so sweet.
"Come on, Britt", she says. She stands up and helps me get off the ground. When I am on my feet again, there's just a little distance between our faces and for the first time I can look her directly in the eyes. They are so brown and so deep. At the same time so honest. My eyes slide down to her lips and I ask myself how it would be kissing these kissable lips.
Before I can give myself an answer, Santana clears her throat and pulls me further to her car. There's a big tension between us I can't explain.
Why did I thought about kissing her? I barely knew her, let alone have feelings for girls. As long as I can think, I was falling for guys. Besides Sam. He will always be like a big brother for me.
She opens the door for me and I get into the passenger seat. She smiles at me when she closes my door and gets around the car to the drivers door.
The whole drive I am thinking about my thoughts I had some minutes ago. While checking my phone and ignoring Sams text messages, I secretly watch her drive.
Sure, Sam was right when he said that Santana was hot. She has a nice body, wonderful hair. Her eyes are beautiful and I know for sure, even if she tries to pretend that she's a bad person, I know that she's not.