My computer got another fucking virus. I'm soooooooooooo getting a Macbook for Christmas :( At least it's fixed, now I can update!
Anyways, thanks to everyone who told me what girls use for their hair XP Poor Brittany, now I can only think of her ripping some hair out because of that rubber band lols.
This will be their first dance, and the idea was submitted (kinda) by BonesGurl81. Thank you for the idea, I forgot about this.
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To the story!
Santana didn't know what the big fucking deal was.
Mrs. Lopez had insisted all night that her daughter go to her first dance ever. Santana thought it over for a second when her mother first suggested it, laughed and insisted it would probably be stupid. Santana complained that nobody she knew was going there, and the teachers would ruin it with their dancing and rules.
Mrs. Lopez shrugged. "What about that girl you met a couple weeks back? Quinn?"
Santana sat at the dining room table with her arms crossed, a scowl set firmly on her face. "Called Quinn, she's not going."
Mrs. Lopez stepped away from the stove where she had been preparing dinner. "I'm pretty sure Rachel's mother said Rachel was going."
Santana glared at her mother. "Rachel is fucking annoying, mom."
"Watch your mouth," Mrs. Lopez said flatly. Mrs. Lopez and her husband had tried desperately for months to clean up Santana's language, but it got to the point where it didn't even matter much anymore. It was only an issue when Santana directed a curse towards someone, and even then they couldn't do much about it. "Why don't you like her? Rachel seems like a sweet girl."
Santana laughed. "She's about as sweet as…something sour. She's a perfectionist, she's too busy thinking about herself, she brags about how she always gets solos in that stupid choir class. It's the most annoying thing ever. And I will always be pissed that you had the nerve to invite her over here that one time."
"Oh, you had fun!" Mrs. Lopez shot back. "I heard you laughing with her!"
Santana smirked, an evil little glint in her eye. "No Mom, I was laughing, she was crying. I threw her shoe in the toilet."
Mrs. Lopez stared at her daughter. "But…she seemed fine when she left."
"Yeah, because I threatened her if she told I'd kick in the shin."
Mrs. Lopez frowned.
"The shin, Mom, the shin! It's not like it's some nerve death pinch or something!"
Mrs. Lopez chuckled at her daughter. "One of these days, you're going to get in some serious trouble for that kind of stuff."
"Psh, suuuuuure."
Mrs. Lopez walked away from the dining room and back to the kitchen. As she worked on the stove, she asked, "What about Brittany? Is she going?"
Santana flinched at the name. She began to feel highly uncomfortable. She didn't want to talk about Brittany. The park incident had happened months ago, and the two ex-best friends hadn't talked since. Santana had pushed the blonde as far out of her mind as possible. She didn't need that thought reentering when it took so long to get rid of.
"I don't care what she's doing," Santana said sharply.
Mrs. Lopez stuck her head out from the kitchen. "You know honey, whatever happened to you and her? You were the best of friends and then you just stopped talking. Was there something that happened?"
"Nothing happened," Santana said, "but other than that I can think of a thousand reasons to not go to the dance." Santana thought that that might change the subject.
Sadly, it did not. "I only ask because you two used to be inseparable. You were best friends, you were always so happy when you were-"
"I wasn't fucking happy! Look, she got annoying. Can't I dislike people?"
"Why weren't you happy, dear?" By this time, Mrs. Lopez had turned off the stove and came back to the dining room. "Why did you get annoyed by her?"
Santana sighed. Why did parents always ask so many freaking questions? "She just did, okay? Look, it's just perso-will you shut up if I go to the dance?"
"Yup."
"I hate you."
"Sure you do. Go get some jeans and a cute shirt for the dance, dear."
After Santana put on some jeans and a 'cute' shirt (she just wore plain red t-shirt), her mother drove her to the school. When they pulled up in the parking lot, Santana looked at the school and laughed. There was a big banner above the backdoors that led to the gym where the dance was being held. The banner said: WELCOME TO THE SIXTH GRADE DANCE! It had terrible handwriting and the writing was hard to see since the dumbass chose black for paint. There were some fallen streamers and popped balloons strewn across the grass, obviously someone having had tampered with them.
Puck.
"Are you shitting me?" Santana said, laughing at how crappy the outside looked.
"Language," her mother muttered. "Go on, you'll have fun, I promise."
"No I won't," Santana grumbled, stepping out of the car.
With a final wave, Mrs. Lopez drove off, leaving Santana there outside the school.
Santana sighed. "And now my getaway car's gone. Damn it." Santana huffed, crossed her arm, made her best scowl and stormed into the dance, readily prepared to hate it.
The school gym was alive and well. Everyone in it was jumping and dancing to the beat of the music. They laughed and talked excitedly to friends about events and how much they hated their teachers. The chaperones stood on the stage, observing the happy children. To them, every single student was having the time of their young lives.
They obviously didn't notice Brittany S. Pierce.
The blonde at an empty table near one of the far corners of the large room. Her eyes were glazed with tears. Her mother said she would have fun, but she wasn't. None of her friends were here, and then Brittany realized she didn't have any friends. Nobody liked her or talked to her. They stayed away, confessing they didn't want to hang out with the 'dumb blonde'. So after hearing that (it wasn't the first time) she left the dance floor, and with no way home, she could only sit by herself, looking like the loneliest person there. The fact was, she was the loneliest person there. She tried to scan the area for anyone else who was looking left out or anything, but it was to no avail. Everyone had fun, everyone had friends. Everyone except her.
"I used to have one," Brittany muttered bitterly.
Suddenly, thoughts of Santana Lopez crashed into Brittany's mind like a tidal wave crashing into a boat. She remembered their meeting, she remembered their duet, she remembered those nights when Santana would stay up on the phone just to comfort Brittany if she felt scared or sad. All happy memories, and they brought a small smile to the girl's face. That is, until the most recent memory invaded her mind. Brittany remembered it so clearly for something that had happened months ago. She remembered the red slide that sat in, the emptiness of the playground, the wind that whipped past them. And of course, she'd never forget Santana's reaction when she confessed her love for the girl.
She didn't have to act that way, Brittany thought angrily. She just could've said she didn't like me, instead of freaking out like a…bitch.
Brittany instantly regretted using a curse word for two reasons. First, her mother said it was very bad to swear. Secondly, Brittany, as much as she tried, couldn't muster up any deep hatred for Santana. She didn't want to admit it, but she still liked Santana. Brittany had heard once when a relationship goes wrong (It never was a relationship, Brittany sadly concluded) that the person should move on. But Brittany couldn't move on. There wasn't anyone else she liked. All the boys were stupid and all the girls were annoying. Brittany only wanted Santana, but she knew she could never have her.
Brittany had scarcely seen the Latina in the past few months. Even if Brittany was usually slow on the uptake, she realized that it was obvious Santana was avoiding her. In the classes they shared together, Santana never glanced at Brittany and always chose someone else as her partner for projects. In the hallways whenever they passed by each other, Brittany's longing gaze was only met with a turn of the head and a cold shoulder from Santana. It hurt Brittany to no end, and it got to the point where every night she'd go out on her balcony, looking up at the sky and beg the stars that her and Santana would somehow make up.
As more and more sweet and painful thoughts cluttered up Brittany's head, the girl noticed someone enter the gym through the double doors. The girl's hair was tied back in an unmistakable ponytail, and she wore jeans and a red t-shirt. Brittany knew immediately who it was: Santana Lopez, in the flesh. Brittany, despite herself, blushed. She put her head down and hoped Santana wouldn't see her. If she did, Brittany feared she might come over and yell at her or something. Brittany didn't like getting yelled at, it made her cry.
Luckily, Santana hadn't taken notice to Brittany and disappeared into the crowd of jostling kids. With that, Brittany let out a big sigh of relief.
It took twenty more minutes for a teacher to finally notice the unhappy sixth grader. The man tapped Brittany's shoulder. Brittany jumped in surprise, looked up and saw one of the teachers, Mr. Harris.
"Hello Brittany," he said. "Are you okay? You look a little lonely."
Brittany looked down at her hands, which were intertwined together as she fiddled with her fingers. "I'm fine."
"Why don't you go out on the dance floor, have some fun," Mr. Harris suggested.
No, leave me alone. That was what Brittany wanted to respond with, but then she remembered her mother usually told her to do what the teacher's told her to, because she might get in trouble if she didn't. Brittany didn't realize she could refuse and not get in trouble, so out of fear of getting into some kind of trouble, she nodded and stood up, making her way to the dance floor. Mr. Harris, after that, disappeared.
Brittany thought of dancing, but decided against. She originally thought if she did she could show of her dance moves (which were pretty freaking awesome) then maybe people would cheer her on like they might if she was in the movies. But then again, this was real life, and even Brittany was smart enough to know the differences between real life and what happened in the movies.
So with nothing else to do, she skulked off to the food table, where she was only met with a fat kid who was eating away at his chicken and a girl with a very scary black t-shirt that probably wasn't appropriate for school. She stood next to the punch, wondering who drank punch anymore.
It only took a couple of seconds for her night to go from bad to worse.
The fat kid, who looked content with eating his precious chicken, decided that it was time for another wing. He reached out to grab the chicken, but when he couldn't reach and leaned in further to grab it, he lost his footing. Slipping forward, his hand slammed against the edge of the punch bowl, causing it and its contents to spill over Brittany. Now she was soaked in punch from the stomach down, and everyone's eyes were on her. The dance floor, which just a few seconds ago was raging with kids having fun, was now silent except for the music. Nobody talked, they just stared at the poor blonde girl covered in punch. Then, someone in the middle laughed. Then another, and another. Soon everyone followed everyone else's footsteps and took pleasure in laughing at Brittany S. Pierce, that dumb girl that was covered in punch. She knew that that would be her official name now at school. 'Brittany S. Pierce, the Dumb Blonde Who Wore Punch to the School Dance". It was long, but it would stick with her for awhile, she could tell.
Brittany couldn't take it anymore, and burst into a sudden run, making a break for the doors. She sobbed as she ran through the hallways and into the girls bathroom. She leaned against one of the sinks, and looked at herself in the grimy mirror. She looked terrible. Her mascara (which her mother had worked hard to put on her even though Brittany said she shouldn't wear any to the dance) now ran down cheeks, mixed in with her salty tears. Her clothes, which were some of her favorites, were now drenched in punch. She smelled terrible, what with the beverage all over her. She just wanted to sit down and cry, but decided not to because the floors were very dirty.
As Brittany sobbed at her misfortunes, the doors to the bathroom opened and in stormed Santana Lopez, the last person on Earth that Brittany wanted to see. To top it all off, Santana looked angry. Brittany could see all the signs of Santana's anger: her arms were crossed over her chest, her face was set in scowl mode, and her eyes held a burning fire that threatened to incinerate anyone that got in her way.
She's angry at me. She hates me. She's gonna tell me I suck and I'm weird and I'm a lesbian freak and-
"You want me to beat the shit out of that fatass?"
Brittany's eyebrows raised in surprise. "What?"
Santana let her arms fall to her sides, sighing at Brittany's simple mindedness. "That douche nozzle that spilled punch on you. Do you want me to kick his ass?"
Brittany instantly felt better. For one, Santana wasn't hating her or ignoring her like she had been for the past few months. Second, she couldn't help but giggle at Santana for saying the word douche nozzle.
Brittany nodded, smiling. "You can beat him up later, if you want to."
Santana had an evil glint in her eye as she said, "Oh I want to."
Suddenly, Brittany focused on her hands instead of the conversation. She couldn't look at Santana, it brought back too many sad memories. And the last thing Brittany needed right now was a sad memory to add to her already growing sadness. "Why aren't you hating me?" It came out unintentionally, but Brittany decided it was for the best, because she was dying to know why Santana had suddenly cared for the blonde girl again after months of separation.
Santana looked confused. "I…I never hated you, Brittany."
Brittany then scowled. She didn't like lying, especially when someone was lying to her. "Don't lie to me," Brittany muttered sadly.
"I'm not-" Santana began.
"Yes you are!" Brittany screamed. Santana flinched and took a small step back, frightened by this new, angry side of Brittany that she'd never seen before. "You ignored me! When I tried to talk to you, you looked away. When I waved at you, you kept walking. You just stopped being my best friend! My only friend!" Brittany's eyes were now welling with tears, but she didn't care at this point. "You didn't want anything to do with me! What was I supposed to do? I liked you, I couldn't just keep it a secret! And then you flip out and yell and scream and groan and complain to me how…how…weird it is for a girl to like another girl!" Brittany stepped closer to Santana, which caused the Latina to get backed up against the bathroom wall, with Brittany yelling in her face. "We did everything together! We talked together, we did homework together, we sang together, we confessed our secrets together, we caught a freaking unicorn together!"
Santana thought about mentioning it was not, in fact, a unicorn, but she realized that Brittany would never let that go so she decided against it.
"But now, because of one little thing I said, you left me alone! Do you know what it's like to be without you? It's terrible! I cried when I had no one to hang out with, I was laughed at and picked on by everyone because you weren't there to stop them! You just sat by, watching, not doing anything about it even though I was crying and begging those jerks to leave me alone! You had a couple of friends to go back to, I didn't have anybody!" Brittany began to sob harder, and Santana hadn't realized that was humanly possible as it looked as though the girl had lost seven pounds in tears. "But you didn't care. You didn't care what happened to me, because I was some kind of freak!"
Santana finally decided it was time to end this. She knew this would be cheesy, and stupid, and she'd look like one of those idiots in those stupid romance movies, but she didn't care. "You are not a freak!" Santana yelled back. Then, Santana opened her arms and embraced Brittany into a hug. Brittany began to say something nasty along the lines of "You're lying" or "Leave me alone", but instead, Brittany just sobbed harder and sunk into Santana's arms, hugging her back with all her might.
Santana led her over to the sink, grabbed a paper towel, rinsed it and brought it to Brittany's face, wiping away her running mascara. Santana continued to get rid of the mascara, then threw the paper towel to the ground. Grabbing another one and rinsing it, she began to wipe it on Brittany's clothes, hoping it would get some of the orange-y stains out. When she finished, Santana took some dry paper towels and matted them against her clothes, drying most of it off as it absorbed the rest of it.
"Thank you," Brittany mumbled.
"S'okay. Come on, I'll go call my mom."
Santana, her arm around Brittany's shoulder protectively, made her way down to the main office. She asked the secretary if she could use one of the phones. The secretary gave her the permission and she called her mom, asking if she could pick up her and Brittany, and to not ask any questions.
Then, Santana and Brittany sat outside on the bench in front of the school, waiting for there ride. Brittany, who had been mostly silent ever since the hug, finally spoke. "Thank you so much, Santana. You're the greatest friend ever, even if we aren't friends anymore." Brittany wrapped her arms around Santana's waist and placed her head on the crook of Santana's neck. Santana wanted to say something like "But we are friends", but to be honest, Santana didn't know where this put them. Were they friends again? Was she still supposed to ignore the blonde everywhere? Were they not friends, but people who had come to an agreement and left it at that? Santana didn't know, and she hated her emotions right now for making her so conflicted on the inside.
When Mrs. Lopez picked them up, she kept her word not ask any questions. Therefore, the rest of the car ride was silent as they drove to Brittany's house.
"Bye Brittany," Mrs. Lopez waved as Brittany made her way up the steps and to the door.
Santana managed to wave and give Brittany a small smile, which was met with a beaming Brittany waving back excitedly. Then, Brittany disappeared inside her house. Santana knew that Brittany was still sad, but maybe she thought that having someone who cared for her was reason enough to be ecstatic.
A million questions zoomed around Santana's head, making her even more conflicted then before. Santana wasn't sure whether they were friends, not friends, frenemies, acquaintances, or just students who were to pretend that they never met in their entire lives. As confused about their relationship as Santana was, she knew one thing that was certain:
Her pinky felt very, very lonely.
Haha, this cannot be classified as angst. Only classified as super-mecha-sad-makes-you-want-to-sob angst XP Bleck, my mind is so twisted. I MADE BRITTANY CRY! DX
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And holy balls was this a long chapter XD