I rush into the bathroom as I see Santana picking up a brush. I stand there, staring at her. She turns around, surprise. She sighs and rolls her eyes. She stares at me, unmoved. I stare back at her, my heart racing faster and faster.
"What are you doing Fabray?" She asks me.
"Did you see it?" I ask her, "Did you see my video?"
"You mean did I watch that video of you singing bleeding love in an awful Leona Lewis wannabe voice while you repeat over and over again how much you are in love with me?" Santana says, her voice getting sharper with each word that passes through her lips. I stare back at her, my whole body tense, my heart frozen. So she did see it, I say to myself.
"I didn't know if you saw it or not," I say out loud without realizing that the words escaped my head. Santana nods her head. "So, what did you think?"
"What did I think?" Santana mocks me, as she stares at me with a confuse look at her face.
"Well, I think that you are very and incredibly deep in the closet that you managed to surpass Narnia. I think that you care too much about what your parents and everyone else think of you, that you are willing to make-out with dumb jocks, like Sam, to mask your own insecurities and feelings. And I also think that you are the biggest hypocrite that I have ever meet in my life. You give me flack and heartache ever since Finn outed me and all you did was make things worse. You even convinced Coach Sue to get me kicked off the cheerios."
"That's not true, Santana. I had nothing to do with that."
"Yeah, but you didn't try to stop her did you?"
"What….what could I do?" I stand there dumbfounded. I was breathing harder than I had been breathing before.
Santana shrugs her shoulders. "I guess nothing, and that's exactly what you did." She heads towards the door before she stops and turns around. "Don't worry Fabray, I won't pull a Hudson and tell everyone. Have fun living a lie," She says before she walks out the door. I stand there, tears running down my face splashing against my shoulders.
I head back out to Sam, after I cleaned myself up. He looks at me, all smiles. I smile back at him and sit back down at the table.
Sam and I get in the car and he starts it up and drives. I sit there, too many thoughts in my head. I stare out the window.
"I don't want to go home yet," I tell him.
"But it's almost 10," he tells me.
"Turn here, I know where to go."
He does as I say. We drive out for a few miles before I tell him to turn onto a dirt road. He does and we drive a few more minutes before I tell him to stop the car. He does, leaving the keys in the ignition. He sits there not saying a word.
"So, what do you want…" I grab him by his shirt and start kissing him. I kiss him harder and harder. He responds by kissing me back and he puts his hands around my waist. I push myself onto him harder. His hands slip down onto my butt then reaches up into my dress. I push his hands off of me. His hands then move over to the front as I felt his hand on my breast. I push his hands off of me. I pull back and look back out the window.
"We better get home," I tell him. He starts up the car and we drive off.