Chapter 2: Love Will Find You

The day in the Gym.

Santana was kneeling in front of me, leaning in closer to me. My breath caught in my throat as I felt hers flow over my lips. She reached up and I thought she was going to put her hand on my face. She kissed her fingers and pressed them to the top on my knee. I sat back, holding myself up with my hands. I didn't realize she was going to take that as an opportunity.

She positioned herself closer to me. Hovering slightly, her top lip brushed my bottom lip. I wanted to jump up and run away. Something kept me glued in place. Her hands were on my thighs, it slightly stung, her weight pressing on my bruising knees. I sigh into her mouth and turn slightly as her kiss catches the corner of my mouth and my cheek.

"I'm s-, I just thought I would make you feel better." Santana said.

"I, uh… um… I need to go." I mutter finally.

I hop up suddenly, knocking her back. I run toward the locker room, as she's still on the floor. I grab my things and walk out and into the hall. I guess she left because she isn't in the Gym anymore when I decide to turn and look back.

I want to apologize for running away. No, why should I? She's the one who should be apologizing for trying to kiss me. I didn't do anything to make her think I was gay. That I wanted her to kiss me. Is she gay? Or was she just trying to make me feel better like she said.

The bell rings and I walk to my last class of the day. Of course she's in there. We both love to sing. Though in the Gym earlier is the first time I have actually paid attention to her voice.

I am first to sing a solo today. I had planned on singing this song all week. I reminds me of San.

So what if you haven't found the one?

Somebody that'll give you their love

Don't give up, don't give up, don't give on you

To whom it may concern

Good love will find you someday

But if you keep on looking for it

It will only keep you waiting

To whom it may concern

Good love will find you someday

Til then live well, live happy, and live free

Mr. Shue thanks me for a job well done and calls Rachel Berry to sing next.

"Ay dios mio!" Santana blurts out.

I remember she's in the room, and I feel bad immediately. I still need to apologize even if it wasn't my fault she scared the hell out of me. Santana is standing with her hands on Mr. Shuester's desk at the far side of the room.

She spins around and walks straight towards me, her brow furrowed. I start to move out of the way, toward my seat, but Santana is already at my face.

Her hand flies up. My eyes close and I think she is going to hit me. There is a loud boom from the contact of her hand on the wooden piano. I jump backwards against the piano, as Santana moves closer, grabs my hand and flees into the hallway.

"Britt…" Santana says, pulling into the bathroom with one swift pull. I want to resist, but for some reason as soon as she touches me my mind flies away to outer space.

"I am sorry for pushing you off of me in the gym." I say to her.

"No, Britt. Don't even worry about that." San says.

Somehow I find myself pushing her against the wall, fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her lips to meet mine. Santana leans into my touch and I Realize I'm actually about to kiss her.

Just then the door opened, Quinn Fabray, Santana's best friend, walks in.

"Wow! Somebody moves fast. By all means, I don't want to interrupt." Quinn says.

I loosen my grip and push away from her lips, and San looks at me, broken-heartedly.

"I need to… uh go." I say to the girls.

San POV:

"Britt, wait I, uh…" I say as Brittany leaves the restroom.

I lean my head back against the wall and glare at Quinn. She always messes up my life when she walks away and jumps back in. No one knows, but Quinn and I have been more than 'just friends' a few times. She just up and leaves for no reason.

"Can't you just leave me alone?" I sigh.

"Awe, San. Do you not love me anymore?"

Quinn moves straight in front to face me. I close my eyes. I feel her breath hit my neck and I pray that she isn't going to kiss me. I'd rather her smack me as hard as she can than kiss me. I know it would hurt less.

She leans closer and I feel her hand make contact with my face. Quinn runs her thumb over my bottom lip. I turn and slip away from her and I run out the door.

Brittany POV:

It had been 3 weeks since that day. Cheerios try-outs are on Friday, it's now Monday. I hadn't really talked to Santana since… Other than the occasional glance in the hall. I know I will see her on Friday.

I decide I have four days to prepare myself for what I'm going to say. Actually I've been preparing for 3 weeks. I don't even know her and the first time she talked to me, we kissed. Well, she almost kissed me. Twice. I'm sure I made her feel bad about it, and I don't know how I feel.

It's lunch time and I am sitting by myself at a small table facing the doors of the cafeteria. I've already had two iced coffees. Everyone i know keeps trying to talk to me, but I ignore them and continue reading "Catcher in the Rye".

I just need a little time to myself. I need to grow up and face Santana I know. I have no idea what I should say to her. I'm not sure if I'm a Dolphin like her. I like Dolphins. And Unicorns. Kurt is my favorite Unicorn. I have been sleeping so little these days thinking about her. I turn on my phone right before the bell rings.

One missed call.

UNKNOWN NUMBER (12:06)

4 new messages

SANTANA (12:00)

Do you want to have lunch with me today? :)

SANTANA (12:12)

Why are you sitting alone? Lol

SANTANA (12:15)

Are you okay Brit?

SANTANA (12:45)

I think you should come talk to me. :)

I sigh and lock my phone back. I smile at her effort, but out of the corner of my eye I see her making her through the crowd of students toward me. I collect my things and turn to leave and run straight into her.

"Oh my god, Santana, I'm so sorry"

"Where have you been the past few weeks, Brit?"

"Around."

"Oh." Santana mouths as her gaze drops to the floor. "So…"

"So…?"

"Try outs are Friday."

"Yea."

We are both feeling awkward staring at our shoes. I don't understand why I still can't apologize to her. Maybe I can't, because I really want to kiss her back.

"Are you ready?"

"I am always ready to dance."

Santana smiles goofily and our eyes meet. She steps towards me shyly, and I reciprocate her movement. She takes my hand and draws a heart on my palm with her finger.

"I want to sing you a song today in Glee."

I look at her nervously. She panics.

"It… doesn't… I mean… no one has to know I'm singing to you though, Brit."

"OK." I smile half-heartedly.