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I'm sorry for grammar or spelling mistakes, I'm trying to get better.
So lately I've been asking myself why it is so hard to find a partner? I mean where are all the good looking ones? Everyone is special in their own way, but why is it so hard to find the right one for ourselves?
Whenever I am writing a Fanfiction about Brittany and Santana I get so depressed because they are so perfect for each other. They look hot, have a great character and I dunno, it's just perfect.
Why is it so hard to find someone like them?
Whatever..., here's the next chapter. Have fun 3
Her eyes were wide. Her breathing caught. She seemed uncomfortable. In this second I regretted everything.
She was staring at me, like I was a dead body lying next to her. Santana didn't said anything and I wished she would. This silence was killing me.
"I didn't hold you last night", she stuttered. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Santana", I breathe. "It's okay. Don't be mad with me. You did hold me and it's okay. That's what friends do when they have a sleepover, right? My sister and I do this all the time."
I tried to reassure her and it seemed like it worked. She licked her lips and let out a breath I didn't know she was holding.
"We're friends right?", she asks me nervous.
"Yeah", I smile. It's been 2 days but she was my friend. I wanted to know her better though.
"And you won't tell anybody?", she lifts her eyebrow.
"I won't. Promise", I smile. "Pinky-Promise." I lifted my pinky and linked it with her. She returned a smile to me. We lied there for some minutes, staring bashfully at each other. I let out a yawn.
"Let's sleep, Britt Britt", Santana mumbled. "Tomorrow's the big day. Maybe we can spend some time in the afternoon while having our freetime?"
"Sure", I smile back at her. "Sleep well, San."
I turned to the other side and closed my eyes. "Night, Britt."
It was dark in her room. The lights were off and there was nothing but silence in her room. The only sound was us breathing. My eyes were heavy and just before I'd fall asleep, I could feel her arm around my waist, hugging me softly.
Then I fell asleep.
Waking up next to her, while she was hugging me from behind, was nice. I liked it. I felt comfortable.
I could feel her breath tickle my neck and her hand grab a fistful of my shirt.
Quietly I yawn, rubbed my eyes and tried to see clear. I felt kinda sick. Maybe Sam was right and I had drunk to much. But it wasn't that bad. There was just a strange feeling in my stomach but I was sure I wouldn't puke. That would be gross and embarrasing.
I turned in Santanas arms and faced her. She was still asleep and looked so peacefully. Her mouth was slightly hanging open and I could see her nose wrinkle now and then. A strand of hair was hanging over her face and carefully I stroke it back behind her ear.
"San", I whispered. "You need to get up."
She begun to move but didn't seemed like she would wake up any second. So I tried again.
"Hey sleeping beauty", I giggled. "Come on, we're going to be late."
When she didn't seemed to wake up, I begun tickling her.
"Britt", she begun to laugh. "Stop it."
"Will you wake up now?", I giggled.
"Okay, okay", she rolled her eyes.
A pulsating tone suddenly was echoing through the room and it took some minutes to realize that it was my mobile phone. I grabbed it and answered the call.
"Uh, hi Mom", I smiled. I totally forgot to call her the last two days.
"Hi kiddo, thanks for calling me", she said ironic.
"I'm so sorry mom, I was so stressed and everything happened so fast-"
"Just kidding. How are you?", I could hear my mom smiling.
I let out a heavy breath.
"I'm alright. Still lying in bed", at first I wanted to add 'with Santana' but I wasn't that sure if it would sound ok. She would have thought otherwise and Santana wouldn't be that okay with it.
"Don't you need to get up? How's Arizona?"
"Yup, in a few minutes", I had to smile because Santana was making silly faces. She was acting cute. 'Stop it', I mouthed to her. "Arizona is…", when I saw into Santanas eyes, I was drifting off. "… beautiful", I mumbled.
"Good to hear. I won't stop you from getting up. Have a nice day, kiddo. Dad is saying Hi. We'll talk again. Byee", my mom said.
"Bye mom", I answered and hung up. I turned my eyes from my mobile phone to Santana and gave her a serious look. "This wasn't really helpfull of you", I said.
"But it was funny", she smiled and rolled out of bed. "Come on, we need to get up."
"So are you and Santana friends now or what?", Sam asked me. We were visiting this old museum with the others. It was kinda boring but Sam used to say funny things about the stuff in here and I found myself giggling now and then. Santana got lost somewhere between 1950 and 1960. I quess she was on the toilette or skipping this with Quinn because she wasn't seen, too.
"Kinda", I smiled. "She's really nice."
I could see the confused expression on Sam's face. He couldn't believe me because Santana wasn't nice to him. She called him bad names and ignored him most of the time. Whenever I talked to him, she would hide somewhere or talk to Puck or Quinn.
Puck by the way was somehow cute. He and Sam seemed to like each other. They had the same goofy humour and spend a lot of time together. Even though Santana told me Puck is just nice so he can get into my pants, I started to question this. He was nice to Sam, too and I don't think he wanted to get into his pants.
"Hey Brittany", he smiled when he joined us and throw his arm around my shoulders. "What are you doing tonight?"
"Hanging out with San", I told him. He lifted his eyebrows and scanned the room.
"By the way, where is she?", he wondered.
"No plan. She got lost somewhen and I haven't seen her."
"Excuse me!", the teacher said. He had a serious face and headed towards us. "This is a museum. You should listen to what this man is telling you. So stop talking!"
This teacher was kinda strange. He was trying to act polite and at the same time serious. Confusing. I pinched my lips together and mouthed honestly 'Sorry'.
When he left us, Puck started talking again.
"Yo man, bitch's properly smoking a cigarette behind the museum without me. I'm going to find her!", Puck said.
I wanted to tell him not to call her bitch, but he was gone before I could say anything.
I asked myself why the teacher didn't said anything when he saw Puck left but I quessed he thought he was leaving for the toilette and would be back soon.
"So you're hanging out with Santana tonight?", Sam whispered.
"Yeah, we're going to watch movies and order pizza", I smiled. "I'm looking forward for it."
"Nice", he smiled. "I'm hanging out with Quinn tonight."
That's when I noticed the corner of his lips curled upwards.
"Uhh", I giggled. "Little Sam is having butterflies, didn't he?"
I haven't noticed the suggestive of this sentence until Sam watched me with wide eyes.
"Brittany!", he seemed embarrased. "I like her. That's all."
"Psssht!", the teacher was giving us a dead glare and I instantly shut my mouth.
"I am so glad this is over", Sam groaned when we left the museum. This tour was getting longer and longer and the longer it get, the more I was bored. I haven't thought that museums could be this disinteresting.
My eyes searched for Santana when we left the building. I haven't seen her for hours. She was skipping this without me, although she offered me to skip together some days ago. Quinn wasn't seen, too. Even Puck didn't returned.
Sam and I sat down on a bench in front of the big building and I grabbed my mobile phone to call her.
She didn't answered.
So I wrote her a text message.
She didn't answered.
"Let's head home", Sam said. "We could buy icecream on the way back if you want."
"Sounds good", I agreed. It didn't looked like I would see Santana soon today. She wasn't answering me and waiting her for her wasn't a good idea.