Brittany.
It's been five days since Santana and I last saw each other. That's like five hundred hours in my mind. Since I've been doing better in school, I can read a calendar now, I know that technically five days is a hundred and twenty hours. I also know that because I counted them often. Sometimes we text each other but it's not nearly enough. I feel like she's trying to give me space when I'm not sure I want that at all. I mean we have always been best friends which means we've been on constant text conversations for years. We'd text while in the same room if other people were there.
There is this part of me that wants to give her space because she's off at college and I want her to do well and make friends in the process. I just want her to be happy and find out who she wants to be. I've watched her struggle so many times through out our friendship, even our girlfriendship and it hurts to know that I can only do so much to help. She is stubborn after all. This is one of those times where I have to set her free and let her figure it out on her own, no matter how hard it may be.
"Brittany... all the glee girls are getting together at my house tonight... can you come?" Sugar says. I forgot that I was sitting in glee while I wandered off into my thoughts.
"I can't. Lord Tubbington made me promise to come home tonight so he can help me study. He's trying to leave the gang but he refuses to take off the leather.." I breathe out trying to avoid the fact that I'm eighteen and my parents forbid me to have sleepovers on school nights. Sugar, Marley, Unique and Tina are laughing slightly with that look of confused adoration. They don't get me like Santana does. No one gets me like Santana does.
"Do you think he needs an intervention?" Marley asks with her innocently beautiful smile. She's nice and I like her. She's not as annoying as Rachel but her innocence almost bugs me.
"That's what the study dates for. I mean I've been trying to get him to quit smoking but he sneaks them when I'm at school. I'm just glad he stopped doing ex after that time I caught him the last time." I tell them. They all laugh again and Finn walks in with Mr. Schue. I really hate that he's here. I'll never forgive him for what he did to Santana or half of the things he did over the years in glee club. I can't believe Santana had sex with him. I mean, I was glad she showered before coming over my house after.
"Alright, I have an announcement to make." Mr. Schue said while raising his arms and waving them at everyone. He was always so over dramatic with his movements.
"What's up Mr. Schue?" Sam says. Finn smiles at everyone and then looks back to Mr. Schuester.
"I'm going to be gone for the next few months, Finn will be taking my place. An opportunity presented itself..." I stop when I take in what he just said and it makes my brain do flips and eyes roll without my knowledge. Before I know it's happening, a deep gutteral sigh of disgust slips from my lips and everyone looks over at me. Tina takes the attention away by speaking up as if reading my mind.
"You can't leave us with Finn. He has no idea what he's doing! We need to win sectionals and fight for our reign at nationals. This is complete and utter bull-"
"Tina! Finn won a national show choir championship with this very glee club last year. I'm more than sure he's capable of helping you to win Sectionals in my absence." Mr. Schue is making no sense as usual. He acts like rainbows fly out of Finn's butt when really he only poops coal.
They're all arguing back and forth about whether Finn should be in charge of glee club and how it's even possible without a teaching degree. I don't really care anymore to listen when all I can think is that Santana would never let this happen. Even Quinn would do something to stop this ridiculousness. My thoughts wander back to Santana and I pull out my phone to send a text to both her and Quinn.
"Kiki send a message to Santana and Quinn saying 'JT wannabe's headed to DC and you'll never guess who's taking over glee club.'" I say into the phone over the argument going on between Tina and Finn about Sectionals.
"I sent da messuge ta Santanuh and Queen sayn 'JaT wunnabe out ta DC and jew neva guess who gone take over da glee clob." Kiki speaks back through my phone. I smile at the message displayed on the screen.
"Perfect, thank you Kiki." I reply.
"Ya bet ya sweet ass, Queen Brittany." Kiki says and I laugh out loud. Now everyone is looking at me.
"What do you think about sectionals Brittany?" Finn asks and my eyes wander around the room at everyone staring.
"Kesha has been an all time favorite of mine. We could do a killer dance routine to Die Young." I suggest. He tilts his head to the side and looks at the rest of the group.
"Who would sing Die Young by Kesha? I was thinking of giving Ryder a solo. I know he's new but I think he's really got what it takes." Finn explains. I roll my eyes and he frowns at me.
"What was that about?" He asks.
"Don't ask for an opinion just to pretend you care what we want. You're just like Mr. Schue. Santana was right about both of you and your masochist ways." I blurt out. He furrows his eyebrows in confusion.
"What does this have to do with Santana? And I'm not sure what that word even means." He replies.
"I think she meant is misogynistic." Unique aka new Mercedes says. At least someone understands me sometimes.
"That's what I said." I reply.
"I still don't know what that means." He says with that doofy look still plastered on his face.
"It means you hate women." Tina breathes out in a irritated tone.
My phone vibrates and I pull it out to see a text notification.
1 New Message.
SANTANA: Please don't let my psychic Puerto Rican third eye be correct in saying a certain someone with a goofy blubber face and lightly powdered sugar covered nipples that puff out over his oversized man bosom is taking over for Mr. Schue.
BRITTANY: OMG! You're third eye never lies. So Unicorn. Yes, it's Finn. Finn 'I shot myself in the leg' Hudson. I think that bullet wound was karma.
"Are you even listening to us Brittany?" Sam asks and I'm more than thankful when Mr. Schue is standing up to end the discussion.
"Alright listen up let's focus on this weeks assignment. I'm letting Finn take over next week so this will be my parting assignment. I touched on this lesson last year with an album called Saturday Night Fever... this time I'm going to let you pick your own inspiration. It's never to early to be thinking about your dreams. Who do you want to be? What do you want to do with your life? Dream big and work hard to get there." Mr. Schuester always speaks with so much raw emotion in his voice that I wonder how he's always filled with mush. He's the sappiest person I've ever met and he goes back and forth between sounding wise and compassionate, to sounding like a complete lunatic.
"Alright, I'm going to dismiss you for the day and hope you find a great song to perform by Tuesday. Have a good weekend." He says and waves towards the door. I stay seated and wait for everyone to file out because I don't like getting caught in lines of people. Sometimes I get lost because I just start following the person in front of me without realizing what I'm doing. Sometimes I end up in a completely opposite side of the school than where I need to be. The room filters out and the only person left besides myself is Ryder.
"Hey, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to do a duet with me?" He asks with a smile. I smile softly because it's cute that he trying to hit on me by using the glee club and singing. The only person that works with is Santana. She's got that sultry voice that sends vibrations to all my right places.
"I don't think so. Sorry, I'm more of a solo kind of girl." I say before walking out of the classroom and towards my locker. My phone vibrates again in my pocket but I wait until I get to my locker to check it because I remember what happened to Quinn when she text and drove. Walking and texting is the gateway to driving and texting. I've ran into countless people while roaming the halls and texting, so I made a commitment to stop myself after the Quinncident. That's what Santana and I call it. Quinn thinks it's funny but we're all just glad she's alive and that the unholy trinity reunited after a weird time.
2 New Messages.
SANTANA: He's got a shitload more 'karma' coming his way for all the fucked up things he's done. I swear if I were there I would have walked out immediately and restarted the troubletones somehow. I feel sorry for all of you.
QUINN: Please not his wannabe mini-me aka Rain man with man boobs.. Finn? -Q
BRITTANY: I wish the troubletones were back together. Maybe I can get Sugar to ask her Dad to buy us a new troubletones coach. I feel sorry for us too. I was thinking 'Tana would never let this happen if she were here.'
BRITTANY: Ringo. -B
I stuff the books and folders I need for homework into my backpack and head out the door to my car. I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket and start walking faster towards the parking lot. I finally reach my car and throw my backpack in the passenger seat. I start the car and put my seatbelt on before opening my texts.
2 New Messages.
SANTANA: I bet Daddy Warbucks would happily fund a new glee club. Damn right I'd never stand for that fuckwad taking over. Any fun plans after school?
QUINN: Bingo was his name-o? Ringo was the guy from the Beatles. WTF is Schue thinking. I don't even know how Finn graduated let alone passed his ASVAB to get into the army. He couldn't dance before he shot himself, how's he gonna teach it if he can't do the choreography and plan the lessons and songs WTF? WTF? -Q
I laughed at both replies and typed back while I was still safely parked.
BRITTANY: Studying with LT. WBU? Any fun plans for your evening?
BRITTANY: Bingo! Schue has lost his mind after many years of perms to keep that curly fro. IDK what ASVAB is but sounds confusing. He definitely can't dance... maybe I can get him to let me do the choreography... LOL if I had a penis. -B
I put my phone in the pocket of my backpack and drive out of the parking lot. It's only a ten minute drive home. The house is empty and silent when I walk in. I always hate walking into a silent house, it makes me feel empty and sad for a brief second. I grab my phone from my backpack pocket and turn on pandora Kesha radio. I plop down on my stomach on the couch with my phone in front of my face.
2 New Messages.
SANTANA: Well the first thought that popped into my head was to skip cheer practice and head back to Lima and help you study/ have frequent study breaks... but that's not a realistic option. There's a game this Saturday and we're doing crazy intense practices tonight and tomorrow night.
QUINN: I think his hair is naturally curly. He could never dance... you would make the best choreography that would win sectionals for sure. G2G B... meeting with professor about a paper. LY -Q
BRITTANY: Wish that was reality. Good luck with practice. Drink lots of water!
BRITTANY: No way! Perm for sure. Ugh Finn. Good luck with the prof. LY2 -B
SANTANA: Me too Britts... Study hard but not too hard. Don't let LT be a dictator, make sure he gives you plenty of bathroom breaks and snack breaks for brain fuel. Text me later. xoxo
BRITTANY: LT gives extra snack breaks so he can eat too. Text me after practice, I don't want to interrupt. xoxo LY
SANTANA: Okay. I love you too.
She spelled it out all proper and demanding like. I had to read it as if she was saying it to me. LY doesn't grab your attention and twist around your heart as much as when someone types the whole thing out. I let out a deep breath that I didn't know I'd been holding in.
"This sucks." I think aloud. I lay my head down on my arm as I twist onto my side. I grab the remote with my free hand and flick on the TV. I can take a quick nap before hitting the books.
I wake up and it's a little after six. I sit up and Lord Tubbington is staring at me from the floor. He meows at me and licks his lips. I know he's hungry because I usually feed him at five. I get up and go pour some food in his bowl that sits on the floor of the kitchen. He follows me and starts eating as soon as my hand moves from the bowl. I go back into the living room and grab my backpack before heading upstairs to my room. I set my backpack down next to my desk and sit in the chair in front of it. I pull my phone out to put off the studying a bit longer.
MOM: Be home late, picked up extra hours. Bailey's staying at a friends. Leftovers in fridge. Love you. Mom
SUGAR: Wish u were here. Let's hang tomorrow after school?
BRITTANY: Love you too Mom see you later.
BRITTANY: Me too. Sounds fun!
I put my phone away and pull out my books. I plop them on the desk and open up to the chapter we have a test on tomorrow. I'd been studying all week and I was finally starting to remember most of the things I thought would be on the test. I sit there for what feels like days but really is only three hours. I read the chapter over and over trying to memorize every detail. I finally decide to take a break because my stomach is growling at me louder than Lord Tubbingtons farts after a pot of cheese.
I walk down the stairs and hear the TV playing in the living room. I figured my Dad was home because he usually got off work at seven and arrived home around eight every weeknight. I walk through the house to get to the living room and sure enough there he is watching an action movie with a bottled beer in one hand and the remote in the other.
"Hey daddy." I say as I sit down on the couch next to his chair. He smiles over at me and looks back to the TV.
"Hey Britt Bee. I didn't want to bother you when I got home, I figured you were studying." He says as he looks back and forth between me and the TV.
"Yeah, I was. I had to stop because I'm starving." I reply. He points to the kitchen with the beer in his hand.
"There's pizza in there. It should still be warm. I only got home fifteen minutes ago." He explains. I get up and start walking towards the kitchen.
"Thanks sounds delicious." I say before disappearing through the doorway. I take the pizza up to my room and eat it at my desk while I surf the internet. After I finish eating I put away my books and folders so I can get ready for bed. I take a quick shower so I don't have to do it in the morning before school. I pull on my favorite unicorn pajamas with rainbows, unicorns, hearts, and clouds printed all over the light blue cotton.
After I'm ready for bed I put in a movie and get under the covers. I set my alarm for the morning and put my phone on the nightstand. At some point during Jawbreaker I fell asleep. I woke up to my phone and the TV was playing the menu screen so the movie must have played all the way through while I was sleeping. I grab my phone and see that Santana is calling.
"H-hello." I half whisper trying not to sound to sleepy. She lets out a cute little sigh into the phone and it warms my entire body.
"Oh, I woke you up, f-fuck. I shooedn't have called." She slurs. I can tell she's drunk without her even finishing the sentence. I smile into the phone because I'm picturing her at some college party and wandering off to drunk dial me.
"It's okay. I'm glad you called." I say into the phone. There's muffled sounds coming from the other end and then silence before she lets out a deep breath.
"I mess you. Da squad talked me into hittin a purty after practice... en um drunk. t's no fun wifout you though." She says. I smile because I feel that way about everything when it comes to her.
"I miss you too. How much have you had to drink sweety? I'm surprised you're not to the weepy stage." I joke and she chuckles slightly.
"A lil. I cried 'ready. Das why I had to call you. I needed to hear your voice... I'm home now. In muh bed." She says. I let out a deep breath at the relaxing feeling of knowing she was safely in her bed so I didn't have to worry about her.
"You should get some rest Tana." I say simply.
"Will you fall asleep on duh phone wif me?" She was adorable when she sounded so sleepy and drunk all at once. Hell she's adorable all the time, well sometimes she's more sexy and fiesty but even then I find her adorable.
"Sure." I breathe out. We don't talk after that because the sound of one anothers breathing is just enough to satisfy our need for one another. Just before I drift to sleep I hear Santana start to snore on the other end and feel the faintest smile slip onto my lips as I sneak into dreamland.
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