A/N: Here i am again to bring you this chapter. I know it took long. if you want to find out why, it's at the end part. enjoy.. ^_^
I immediately opened my cubicle and went straight for the door. I turned the door handle but it won't budge. I'm near to tears now. "Help!" I screamed through the bathroom window but I know there's no one out there. I banged my hand to door frantically. I was like a mad person wanting to escape a cage with a hungry lion inside. Okay, that was too much, but still!
I felt Santana's hand on my shoulders. "Calm down." She said softly.
Calm down? How the fuck can I calm down when I'm trapped inside the bathroom with the girl I loathe but starting to have stupid feelings for? How can I calm down? Tell me!
I continued banging the door. "Stop it Heather. We can't do anything about this situation." I feel annoyed with the sound of her voice. She doesn't seem worried at all!
"This is all your fault! If you haven't followed me in here, this wouldn't have happened!"
"Aren't you tired of shouting yet?" Santana leaned on the bathroom wall, watching me intently. I ran my hand through my hair because of frustration. "Of all the people I could've been trapped with, I can't believe I'm stuck with you." I said, defeated. I saw Santana's wicked smile on her face that infuriated me once again. "This is not funny! I don't want to spend the entire night here with you!"
I stomped my feet all over the place, trying to rid the rage and uneasiness that I'm feeling. "I thought you liked my company?" Santana wondered aloud.
"When did I say that?" I continued to stomp my feet, pacing back and forth. Santana followed me with her eyes, then suddenly she laughed out loud. "You need to pee don't you?"
I looked at her with surrendering eyes, "I need to go now."
"Then go! I'm not stopping you." She cheerfully said as if it was obvious. How can she find the humor in this? What is so funny here? Damn I really need to use the toilet now! Screw it. "Don't peek okay?"
"What?" She laughed more. I've had enough. I entered the cubicle and slammed the door. Then there was silence inside the comfort room.
"Why are you not saying anything?" I asked from inside the cubicle. "I don't want to disturb you while doing your business." She replied. Well, that's nice of her. I flushed the toilet after I was done and went outside again.
I lost track of time. I don't know how long we've been inside this place. I found myself slumped on the floor beside her. She's surprisingly quiet for sometime now. I guess she grew tired of teasing me. My thoughts were interrupted when she asked, "If you're given the chance to pick a person to be with in this situation, who would that person be?" She looked at me and I looked at her. She was serious, so I decided to answer seriously.
"My dad. He died when I was young. So I haven't got the chance to ask him some questions." She gave me an apologizing look but I smiled at her so she wouldn't think she hit a painful spot. "How about you?"
She smirked and said, "You."
"You really don't know when to stop do you?" I said quite annoyed and amazed at the same time. She gave out a chuckle then turned her gaze straight forward.
"You know, when I first saw you, I can't shake this feeling that I've seen you before." My eyes widened at her statement. It's a good thing she isn't looking at me or else she would've suspected that I'm hiding something. I kept quiet coz I didn't trust my voice. I could blurt out something that would reveal myself so I let her talk.
"Do you know why I keep chasing you around?" Before she can look at me, I arranged my features to a more innocent look. She didn't seem to notice and continued. "You were the first person I had an argument with and actually lost. I never surrender to anybody. But I just can't help it when it comes to you." I furrowed my eyebrows in disbelief. What is she saying?
"You're right, I'm a playgirl, I'm heartless, and I don't care what happens to the people I face in court. Winning is all I care about. Because that's who I am." She said proudly. Before I can stop myself, I blurted out.
"No, you're not like that. I know you. Not as a whole, but I do know you Santana Lopez." She looked at me confused. "You act all tough in front of everyone. You built your heartless image so no one will cross you. But when you're alone, at night… When you face the mirror, that's when you breakdown... That's where you let it all out." I'm surprised with my own words and confidence. But I'm not turning back now. "Tell me I'm wrong Santana."
She leaned her head forward towards mine. I can feel her breath in my lips. That's how close she is. She looked me in the eyes and said, "You're wrong." Her gaze landed on my lips. I know what was going to happen but my body won't react. All I can do was just say, 'Don't you dare kiss me Santana Lopez' in a quiet manner but there is still conviction to it.
"Who says I'm gonna kiss you?" She muttered but her actions say otherwise. Our lips are just breaths apart. I can't believe I'm not doing anything about this. I can't look away from those natural pouty red lips. Someone save me.
My prayers have been answered as we were both startled when a janitor opened the door. I immediately stood up, grabbed my things and brisk walk my way out of the place. I let out a sigh of relief but my heart is still pounding from the encounter.
About a week has passed and Santana hasn't tried to contact me at all after that incident at the comfort room. I don't know why it's bothering me but I did my best not to think about it, or her. I have better things to think about anyway.
It's another typical day at the university. I'm done with my classes so I decided to drop by and see Tina for a while. As usual, she's busy photocopying stuff. But when she saw me she stopped whatever she's doing and waved at me to come closer.
"Look! Someone left this here for you." She gave me a bouquet of flowers. I try to hide my smile when she handed it to me but I just couldn't resist not smelling the wonderful thing. When I came back to my senses, Tina is looking at me happily, and I know there's something behind that smile. I sighed and said, "Who left these here?"
"Who else?" She asked teasingly. "If you look behind the pillar, you'll see."
I let out a huff. "I thought she understood when I said that I don't want to see her again." I made my way towards the pillar. I spoke without looking, "Didn't I tell you not to—"
"Hi Brittany!" It was not Santana. It was a guy I randomly see around campus. I dropped the flowers and mumbled 'Excuse me' as I ran towards the bathroom to hide my disappointment. I heard Tina shouting my name and I knew she was following me.
At the bathroom, I stopped in front of the mirror. I saw Tina coming in the reflection. "Hey, what's the matter?" She asked worriedly.
"Tina… I miss her." I said sadly, tears building up in my eyes. By the look on Tina's face, I knew she knows who I'm talking about. "This is so wrong! It shouldn't have been this way!" She rubbed my back slowly, trying to make me feel better. But a back rub won't do anything. At least she's here for me.
"Brittany, you started this. I'm not prying but, don't you think it's about time you tell her the truth?" I sighed and a lone tear fell on my cheek.
That night, I ran through the conversation I had with Tina. She's right. I should end this when I still can. Santana may get mad at me but this is all my doing. Everything is my fault. At least if she gets mad at me, then she'll never want to see me again. I can get over her and everything will be back to normal. I convinced myself that what I plan to do is right. I can do this. I went to bed with my thoughts drifting back to Santana.
"Tina, I thought about what you said last night. And I'm going to tell Santana that I'm Brittany Pierce. The sister of Quinn Pierce who she left broken all those years ago. I'm not sure what will happen after that but it's nothing that I'm not prepared for." I said confidently through the phone where Tina is in the other line. My class just finished and I was packing up my stuff.
I stepped out of the classroom door when I spotted Santana talking to one of my classmates. My heart almost leapt out of my chest when I heard what they were talking about.
"Have you seen Heather? I know you're one of her classmates since I gave you a lecture before." She said to my classmate smiling.
"No, we don't have a classmate named Heather." My classmate said looking confused.
"You know, Heather, the one with the blonde hair, tall… The girl who I had an argument with!" Santana said getting kinda irritated.
"That girl is not Heather. Her name is Brittany. Brittany S. Pierce." There was an unreadable expression on Santana's face when she heard my name. "If you're looking for Brittany, she's over there." My classmate pointed at my direction and of course Santana turned her head to where I'm standing.
Okay, sorry about the delay. It's just I'm doing some other fanfics too because my other fandom is deprived of awesome fanfics. i'm not saying that my writing is awesome but i want to contribute since i can feel that the other fans are sad to have rare fanfics for them to read. That's why really, Brittana fandom is so lucky coz it has so many supporters and writers and brilliant stories. HAHA.. okay that's it. I'm done.
Hope you liked this update :)
iamirreplazable Hi! Sorry for the delay. i hope you didn't wait for too long :(
kezza89 thank you! :)
cybilsaide i'm sorry but you have to wait LOL XD
crownzest i hope you liked the bathroom scene.^^
Heya-Gleek12 HAHAHA NOOO~~ i can't take law. i had a law subject in college and it made me crazy! XDD thank you by the way! and goodluck to your studies! i know you'll graduate soon so advanced congratulations XDD
Karina *more virtual hug* XDD
Riptide2015 yep there are so many questions that needs answers.. lol.. quinn will have to wait tho XD
