A/N: It's Brittany, Bitch! :D
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Some of you said they don't like Samtana and Britt/Puck. Well, I don't like them, too. Britt/Puck will be over soon, and about the whole Sam/San thing... It will be short, but it will be there.
So if you don't like it, don't read it. It's easy.
This chapter will be a lot of Samtana (their date) and Brittana, just so you've been warned.
For all who are still with me, enjoy :)
Chapter4
Santana's POV:
What the hell...? It was way too early to get ready for school. I slowly opened my eyes and looked at my watch on the wall above my door. 5:17am. Please tell me that's some joke... I groaned and turned around, pulling my sheets over my head. Maybe I just halluzinated...
"Mija!" Okaaay, I heard right.
With my eyes still closed I appeared from under my covers and stood up. Slowly I began walking towards my door and opened it, just wide enough to stick my head out.
"What?", I snapped. I hoped my dad had a good reason to wake me up that early. Else I probably would freak out and walk through the day with a really, really bad mood.
"Get decent and come down, I have to tell you something." Was he kidding me? "Dad... it's like... 5 in the morning!" When I didn't get a reply I groaned again and made my way to my closet, grabbed the first t-shirt I saw and pulled it over my head. It was one of my boy-ish habits to sleep in just my boxers, and it would be a little inappropriate to walk in the kitchen half naked, so an old outwashed gray t-shirt was it.
When I arrived in the kitchen my father stood next to the counter with his coat on and an apologetic look on his face. "Papi?", I asked unsure. Where was he going to go?
"Tana, I... I need to do something. I'll be back in a few days, I promise... I just, it's really important." He looked... I don't know... sad? Afraid? But because of what?
"Dad, you're scaring me, where are you going?", I asked worried. His eyes flickered between his hands and the wall behind me and finally stopped at mine.
"I will tell you everything you want to know when I'm back, okay? I promise you everything is fine, I just really need to go."
He gave me a kiss on my forehead and rushed out of the house. I walked to the window to look out of it, when I saw a cab parking in our driveway. Slowly I felt anger rising in me. He totally planned that. He planned that and didn't tell me sooner. What kind of father would do something like that? I watched him while he put his bags in the trunk, and when the cab slowly drove away I sighed. I didn't know if he expected me to act like it hasn't happened when he would come back, but right now I was so mad at him. What was I suppose to do without him? I mean, sure, I was home alone before, but back then I knew where my parents where and back in Chicago we had family.
But right now, here in Bumfuck/Ohio... nothing. All alone.
Well, thank you, dad.
/
A little more than an hour later I was showered and in fresh clothes standing back in the kitchen wondering if Sam would show up again today. We never made an arrangement about that whole driving-to-school thing, but after he asked me on a date yesterday I was pretty sure he would be here in time. But after all I still wasn't sure if it was such a good idea to go out with Sam. I mean, it wasn't like I really wanted to, and second, even if I liked him, there was no chance in hell that he would still be into me if he knew about my little friend down there.
I sighed. It was just one date right? Was it even a date? I mean, he just asked me to go to a concert with him, the word 'date' was never mentioned. He didn't even tell me what kind of concert it was, but I guess that was okay. And the sooner it was over, the better.
I was lost in my thoughts when my phone started to ring. It was an unknown number, but maybe it was my dad and he just left his phone...
"Hello?", I said, a little afraid who might be on the phone.
"Santana? It's me, Sam." I sighed out of relief.
"Hey. Where did you get my number? What's up? Something happend?-" Sam interrupted me and chuckled. "Stop rambling. And everything is fine. Well, about that... I can't pick you up today, my dad needs help with his car and I think when we're ready there's just enough time left to drive straight to school..."
"Oh... okay.", I said unsure. "That's okay, I can walk, it's not that I have to walk that long."
"Okay...I'm sorry, really... Oh, and I have your number from the school secretary. She's a friend of my mother, so it was easy to find your number when she went to get coffee."
"You know, you could've just ask me." Yap. Sam was a dork.
"Yeah, I know, but it was easier this way..."
"Okay... well, then... I will see you in school?"
"Yeah, sure... I'll wait outside for you... if you are not already there..."
"Bye Sam.", I said. Sometimes I was wondering what was going on in this blond head of him.
"Bye..."
With that I hung up and put my phone in my pocket. When I looked on the clock I realized that if I had to walk, I had to go by now, else i would be running late. And that wasn't a good idea. I grabbed my bag and pulled my glasses further up while I walked towards the door. My back was in the direction of the street and I... I just felt it.
I breathed through the nose and slowly turned around. And there she was. Standing next to a black motorbike in the driveway of my house. Her presece always brought me chills all over my spine and goosebumbs in every available part of my body. She wore dark blue skinny jeans and a leather jacket with a dark gray top or t-shirt underneath. Her long blond curls fell loose over her shoulder and a black and silver coloured helmet rested on the seat of her bike. I swallowed and made my way towards her and stopped a few feet away.
"Hey...", I breathed barely audible.
"Hello, dear." Her voice sounded still a little hurt like yesterday after school, but she greeted me with a small smile. I wanted to ask her what she was doing here, but nothing came out. Brittany seemed to see my hestitation because she turned around and grabbed her helmet. Was she going to leave already? Nervous I shifted my weight from one foot the the other and looked at the ground.
"Where's Sam?", she asked and I looked back up. Were her eyes always that blue? It looked almost like a bright and shining mirror. I could see myself in them and I felt like I could almost see through them, right into Brittany's head, her heart, her soul... This blonde-and-blue-eyed thing was a little clishe, but she was so... beautiful. There was no other word to describe her. Well, that kind of thoughts definitely didn't make me sound straight... I felt like I could just stare at her, and stare at her a little more, for hours and hours...
"Santana?" She looked at me like I was crazy. Probably I was. At least in her presence I was.
"What?", I asked dumbly. Fuck, she asked me something, but her eyes totally distracted me. Now she probably thought I was some kind of staring freak... well, I was a freak, but in another way, and I really hoped no one would ever find out.
"I asked where your blond puppy is." My blond Puppy? ... Oh, Sam!
"Uhm... he can't pick me up, his dad needs help with something...", I murmured and a small smile reappeared on her pretty face. I felt my cheeks becoming hot and I knew I was blushing. And why was she smiling? Did I said something funny? I don't think I was funny... Was I funny?
Brittany made a step towards me and for a blink of a second I thought she was going to hit me or something, but then she stopped right in front of me and rose her hands, the black helmet still in them. I was a little shocked and confused what she was doing and I probably looked like my eyeballs would fall out or something, but slowly she lowered her hands and pulled the helmet carefully over my head. When she took a step back I looked at her with wide eyes and my hands grabbed my bag harder, if that was even possible.
"You look hot.", the blonde said and I blushed again. It seemed like I had no control over my body when she was there. I mean, I wasn't one of those people who blush that easy, so it had to be her.
I stood there frozen in our front yard and looked at this girl like she was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Well, she was. When I still didn't move, she grabbed my hand and dragged me towards her motorbike. Where her skin touched mine I felt like I was on fire. Her hand was so soft and her grip on my hand gentle, everything about her just didn't fit with her appearance. When I realized where we were heading I pulled my hand away from hers and stopped.
"No, no, I'm not going to-"
"Santana, chill.", she laughed.
"No, really, There's no way in hell-" Brittany grabbed my hand again and squeezed it carefully, like she was afraid to break it.
"Listen, I'm not going to let you get hurt. I promise."
There was something about it that made me believe her. The way she held my hand, the way she looked at me. And out of an unknown reason I trusted her. I trusted her more than I ever trusted anyone.
"Okay...", I whispered.
She squeezed my hand one last time before letting go. Slowly I followed her back to her motorbike. She lifted one leg over the bike and settled onto it.
"Are you coming or what?", she asked and tried to hide a smile, but failed miserably. I swallowed hard and nodded, before I made my way towards her and slowly settled on the motorbike behind her. I didn't know where to put my hands and before I had even the chance to think about it, Brittany turned her upper body around and grabbed my hands, (again). My eyes widened (again!) when she put them on her hips and said: "Hold on really tight."
Before I even had the chance to overthink everything, we were already flying along the road and my hands grabbed around Brittany's waist automatically. I squeezed my eyes shut and held on the Blonde like my life depends on it. Somehow it really did. I felt Brittany chuckling when she drove even faster and my grip on her tightened.
After a few minutes I felt myself relax and slowly opened my eyes to see where we were. I recognized the street we drove through. My dad and me went the same way on the first day of school. It would be only a few more minutes before we would be in the school's parking lot and Brittany's and my way would part. Somehow I felt disappointed. Even if I was afraid of that ride right now, with her I just felt... I just felt save.
To my estonishment Brittany drove past the school and stopped a few streets further down the road. I knew I was shaking when I stood up, but I was so glad to feel the ground below my feet again. The blonde smiled at me and helped me to remove the helm, because I already tried to pull it off and was about to choke myself.
"There, all done.", she said and began to walk back towards the school. I stood still and didn't even know why. She stopped, turned back around and raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow.
"Why are you so nice to me?", I blurted out. Brittany looked at the ground and exhaled slowly, before looking me back in the eyes. "If you want me to treat you like everyone else just say so and I will. Well... I'll give my best.", she said with a cocky smile.
Was that what I wanted? To be treated like everyone else? Definitely. But did I want her to treat me like everyone else? Not really... She somehow managed it to made me feel special, she made me feel like she cared... and I didn't really want it to change, because I liked how she made me feel, even if I was was sure I shouldn't like it, because well, she's Brittany Pierce, right?
"Just tell me why you don't treat me like everyone else...", I almost begged. Brittany rolled her beautiful blue orbs and began again to walk back down the road. When she didn't turn around I knew she wouldn't answer me, so I made my way after her.
I was sure that we would remain in the silence, but suddenly she turned around.
"You know what? You're right. I'm sorry I treated you differently. It was a mistake. I don't know why I even thought about being like that. That's so not me, okay? I'm not like this, and I won't be like this ever again."
Her eyes weren't that bright anymore, they were cold. Not in that angry-cold or hate-cold kind, just... cold. Like she just wanted to hide her emotions. Like she wanted to shut out how she really felt.
"Don't be like that.", I whispered.
"Like what?", she spat. "Like I care? Because I don't! Don't you get it? Just... leave me the fuck alone!"
All I wanted to do was cry. I felt anger and disappointment rising in me, and the second Brittany turned around the first tear rolled in a hot path down my cheek. I didn't know how I could let this happen. How could I let her in without expecting something like that? I was so stupid. God, fuck, Lopez, get your shit together!
I whiped the tears off my face and began walking again. Brittany was long gone and with her my hope for something special.
When I arrived at the school I saw Sam's blue truck parked in the parking lot and him standing right next to it, so I made my way towards the blonde guy.
He spotted me and smiled wide, but his gaze dropped when I approached.
"Are you okay?", was the first thing he asked me with a worried look. "I'm fine...", I said and tried to sound as convincing as possible.
"Your eyes are all red..." I knew he was right. Everytime I cried I looked like shit when I was done.
"Didn't get much sleep last night...", I replied. I really hoped he would believe me and when he nodded I sighed out of relief.
"Oh... but you're sure you want to go to the concert with me instead of sleeping or something...?"
Shit. I totally forgot. The concert with Sam... My date with Sam...
"Oh...yeah, definitely.", I said. Sam smiled at me and blushed.
"Wanna go in?", he said after a few seconds of an awkward silence and I nodded.
"Totally."
/
When Sam and I went through the main entrance of the school and walked trough a crowded hallway we had like ten minutes left before the first period would start. Sam had to go to the gym at first and I had to go to the modern history class.
"So... I'll see you at lunch?", Sam asked and I turned my attention towards him. When I nodded he smiled shy. I looked after him when he took a step towards the crowd, but then he turned back around and asked: "How did you get to school? Do you have a car?" He looked at me confused and my eyes widened. Could I tell him? Would he understand? I pretty much doubted that, but I didn't want to lie to him, so I opened my mouth to tell him the truth about Brittany, but the second I wanted to answer my breath got stuck in my throat when something cold, something wet hit my face.
"Are you insane?!", I heard Sam yelling. The next thing I heard was him gasping followed by a dripping noise, just like by me. When I tried to open my eyes, I felt it stinging and stayed with my eyes shut tight. Sam began yelling again and someone else (was it Puck? Ugh...) began laughing. Slowly I tried again to open my eyes, and after several seconds I was able to see everything clearly. I looked down at me and saw a red slushie dripping down my face and sticking to my clothes. When I looked to my right I saw Sam in the same state. He looked so angry and lunged forward on top of Puck.
What was I suppose to do in a situation like that? I really didn't want Sam to get hurt but at the same time I knew that I wasn't able to stop this by myself.
As if god heard my prayer someone bumped into my shoulder and past me towards the guys. Brittany grabbed Sam by his collar and pulled him off of the mohawk guy. Wow... she was so strong... Sam looked a little bit confused when he saw who pulled him back, but he didn't seem like he wanted to go after Puck again.
"You! Fuck off!", Brittany yelled at the other blonde who obliged almost immediately. Sam looked at me worried and disappeared towards the restroom.
"What are you all looking at? Piss off!", Brittany yelled again and I realized that everyone was watching us.
Why was she here? She said she doesn't care. She said she wasn't like that and would never ever be like that again. But here she was. Proving the opposite. She was here to help me. Again. I just... I knew it.
Nobody made a move to walk away, everyone stood there like frozen and looked at us with a confused expression. They probably didn't know (just like me!) why Brittany was helping someone like Sam and me.
"Haven't I told you to leave them the fuck alone?!", Brittany hissed trough gritted teeth to someone on my left. When I followed her gaze I saw Quinn standing there, her back leaning against the lockers and her arms crossed in front of her chest. On the floor to her feet were two empty cups with the inscription 'Big Quench'. Then it clicked. It wasn't Puck who threw the slushies at us. It was Quinn. And now she was standing next to me with an amused look on her face.
"Oh, please. You're not my mother.", Quinn said and pushed herself off the lockers. She smiled at me sweetly before walking to Brittany. Blue eyes met green and looked so full of anger and disgust. One moment I thought Brittany was about to kill Quinn, but then two strong arms grabbed her and held her back.
"You're dead, Fabray! You're so dead!", she screamed and tried to escape Puck's grip on her, but he held on her tight. "Let go, Puck! Just let me go!"
In moments like this I could see behind her facade. She always tried to be so strong, so emotionally unavailable. But all she was is hurt and broken. And now I was pretty sure Quinn had something to do with it. Whatever she did to Brittany I wanted to know and mostly I wanted to punish her for it.
"Babe, you need to calm down.", Puck said, struggling to hold his grip on the angry blonde.
"Don't you dare 'babe' me! I said let me go! I'm going to kill this bitch!"
With a last struggle Puck let go of her, but before Brittany had a chance to go after the other blonde I lunged forward and grabbed her by her wrist.
"Whatever this is about, you don't want to do that.", I whispered to her, hoping no one else would hear me. Brittany's expression was hard, angry, and even colder than less than ten minutes before. For a moment I thought she would pull her hand back and actually kill Quinn, but then her face softened and she nodded barely visible.
"You're so sweet, you know that?", Quinn's voice pulled me out of my trance. I looked at the cheerleader and her gaze flickered between Brittany and me with an amused expression.
"Leave her alone.", another voice said, and when I turned around I saw that Ryder kid walking towards us. He put his hand on Brittany's shoulder and looked at her like he wanted to ask if she was okay. "I'm fine...", Brittany murmured.
Quinn was still watching us, me still practically holding Brittany's hand. I just couldn't let her go, her skin was so soft and where we touched I felt pure energy jolt through my body.
Ryder turned to the hazel-eyed blonde and said angry: "Leave, Quinn. Now. You've done enough." A small smirk began to crawl over her face and she took a step towards us, away from the crowd, so only we could hear her.
"You know, Britt, it's okay to have the hots for that chick here. It's only human, remember, you've taught me that."
Confused I looked back at Brittany. What was Quinn talking about? What did she taught her? And wait... Brittany had the hots for who? Was it possible... was she talking about...I was pretty sure Brittany's flirting was just innocent, but-
"I don't know what you are talking about.", Brittany said calm. "Oh please, you know exactly what I'm talking about. But if you need a little reminder I can always show you what I mean. You just have to tell me... your place or mine?"
I gasped and let go of Brittany's hand. Now it was pretty clear what Quinn meant. But it couldn't be, could it? Brittany and... Quinn? There was no chance... They totally hated each other. Even if there was a time before... now, I couldn't imagine the two blondes being... a thing.
"Quinn, leave!", Ryder said again, now standing between the two blondes. Quinn chuckled bitter. "Why? So our little Britty can stay in the closet for a little longer? I don't think so.", she said almost too loud. What was she doing? Even if it was true (and because of Brittany's flirting I was sure it was), Quinn had no right to say things like that. I saw Brittany tensing, and in the next second she lunged after Quinn.
It all happened in slow motion, Ryder trying to catch Brittany's hand or something else to hold on to, Brittany throwing Quinn against the lockers and Quinn pulling on the other blonde's hair with one hand and slapping her across the face with the other.
"You can't say stuff like that!", Brittany shouted while bringing Quinn with her to the ground and rolling over to straddle her.
"I'm sure everyone already noticed! You're pretty obvious, don't you think? You should be more careful when you watch us at the training!" Quin tried to push Brittany away, but she was quicker and grabbed Quin's hands and held them in a firm grip.
"You're paranoid, Fabray, I never watched any of you fucking bitches!"
"Oh please, come on, tell everyone what you are! Just tell everyone that you are-"
"Stop it!", a male voice said. I didn't notice my sweaty hands balled into fists until Mr. Schuester walked around the corner and I relaxed. Quinn pushed Brittany off her and stood back up and began walking away. "We're not finished!", she said and tightened her ponytail up.
"Detention, Fabray!", Mr Schuester called after her and finally turned his attention to us. "You, too.", he continued and looked first at Brittany, and then at Ryder, me and Puck. I forgot he was here, too... He nodded and made his way after Quinn, without giving his 'babe' a second thought. Brittany sat on the floor, her long blonde hair falling over her pretty face and shoulders.
"Santana didn't do anything.", Ryder tried to defend me, but Mr Schuester cut him off. "She's covered in a slushie, I'm sure she was involved into this."
Oh fuck, I totally forgot. I looked down at me and sighed. Yep, it wasn't a dream, I was still all wet and dripping. Ugh...
"Now go, classes already started.", he said before walking away.
Brittany was still sitting on the floor looking at her hands. I walked past Ryder and kneeled down next to her. Her skin above her right cheek was all red, probably from Quinn's slap. "Are you okay?", I asked carefully. She looked still angry, but also hurt. "Ummh, fnnn...", she murmured barely audible. I guessed she said something like 'I'm fine'. Slowly she stood up and looked at me with a mix of an angry and a thankful expression. "You know, I don't need your help.", she said a little harsh, and when I rolled my eyes ready to turn around, she grabbed my hand. "But thank you."
I nodded with a small smile. "What about after school?", she asked when I already had turned around. "What about it?"
"Well, Sam doesn't have to go to detention, so he will probably drive home straight after school... I can drive you home... if you want to...", she said a little nervous. I bit on my lower lip to suppress a smile. But then I remembered our last conversation only a half hour ago and my face fell.
"I thought you didn't care?", I practically spat. Brittany frowned at my statement and nodded with a sad look. "Sorry...I-", she began.
"Don't apologize.", I said and my smile reappeared. Brittany finally looked up and into my eyes and slowly returned the smile.
"So I'll see you later...?" You could hear my smile in my voice and Brittany nodded eagerly. I turned back around to continue my way to modern history, but Brittany's voice stopped me.
"Hey, Lopez! Concrats for your first detention.", she chuckled and walked away with a wink.
/
The rest of the day went well, I saw Sam again at lunch, and he asked me about what happened after he left. I told him about the fight between Brittany and Quinn, and Sam said it wasn't the first time something like that happened and it probably wouldn't be the last, but I hoped he would be wrong. I didn't want Brittany to get into fights with anyone. After lunch he had to go to english literature and I had art.
When I entered the classroom I immediately saw Rachel in the first row and Quinn right behind her. Both watched me as I walked into the room and looked for a free seat. I sighed when I realized that the only free seats were the ones next to them. I sat down next to Rachel and smiled at her politely.
"Hello Santana.", she said and I rolled my eyes when I pulled my stuff out of my bag, so she couldn't see me.
"Hey Rachel.", I replied. "So... did you think about coming to my party next week?", the small brunette said. Somehow she reminded me of a dwarf... but less male and less hairy...
"I'm not sure yet..." Rachel looked at me like I just threw her a slushie in the face. "Come on, Santana... it will be fun, there will be a few super cute boys, even Sam will be there.", she said with a wink. What did she know about me and him? Were we that obvious? But... there wasn't anything we could be too obvious about. I was sure that Sam wanted there to be something, but I wasn't interested in him. At least not in that way.
"There's nothing going on between Sam and me.", I whispered, I didn't want anyone to hear us talking. "Uh-huh. Okay.", Rachel said sarcastically and smiled at me. She didn't believe me... Ugh... "I'm serious, Rachel, we're just friends." Now she looked a little bit disappointed. "But a little bird told me about your guys' date tonight.", she whispered back. I sighed. Why didn't I just said 'no' when he asked me out. I could always say that I didn't know it was meant as a date, I mean, he just asked me to come to a concert with him, but I definitely knew what it was.
"Yeah... I mean, we are going to a concert, but that's not a big deal...", I tried to get out of it, but Rachel being her annoying self wouldn't let me go with it. "So you are not into him?" I knew she looked at me, and after a few seconds I turned towards her and clenched my jaw and threw a fake smile at her. "We should concentrate on..." Fuck, what were we even doing in this class? "On our stuff...", I continued and pointed nodding at my book. Rachel rose an eyebrow, but turned back, so she was facing the front again.
/
The class was almost over when I felt something hitting the back of my head. First I thought I just imagined it, but then I felt it again. It couldn't be, could it? Slowly I turned around to face Quinn, and there she was. Looking all bored, crumpling paper into small balls, now throwing it at Rachel. "What do you think you're doing?", I hissed as quiet as possible. "What does it look like?", Quinn said, avoiding eye contact. "It's not funny, so stop it." That bitch made me so angry I could feel my pulse racing, but in another way than Brittany would do to me.
"Aww...poor little Santana, and what if I'm not? Will you just text Brittany and she will be your knight in shining amor?" Why was she saying stuff like that? Now that I knew that her and Brittany had a past together I didn't want to know more about it. If I ever would want to know what happened between them I'd rather have Brittany telling me. "I think Brittany is right. You're paranoid. Whatever you think is between Brittany and me, you're wrong." I could almost feel myself tensing at my words. It was a lie, but I didn't know myself what it was between the blue eyed girl and me.
Quinn threw me a hateful glance before taking a handful of her paperballs and tossing them at Rachel. She turned around slowly with her eyes wide open, just like her mouth. She looked like she didn't know what to do now, not sure if she should yell at the blonde behind us or just stay quiet and turn back around.
"Good girl.", Quinn murmured when Rachel chose the second option.
"You can't treat her like that! You can't treat anyone like that!", I spat. "Oh, and now you think you can tell me what to do?" Quinn grinned at me cocky with her head held high. "You're a bitch.", I stated. the blonde behind me began chuckling and nodded. "Yeah, I am. And now mind your own business before I tell everyone about you and your little girlfriend." I pressed my hands into fists and clenched my jaw. "You're pathetic." Quinn continued her chuckling and I turned back around.
After the last period I made my way to the exit, followed by Rachel. "Hey, Santana?", she said and I looked at her. I rose an eyebrow as a sign for her to continue. "I heard your conversation with Quinn earlier... not that I was listening on purpose, I just couldn't overhear it...and I wanted to tell you, if you... uhm... ever need someone to talk to, I'm here..." I nodded at her and smiled. "Thanks, Rachel, that means a lot." She looked like she wanted so say something, but when she looked past me her eyes widened and she closed her mouth again.
"That's right, Berry, I think you can go now.", a voice behind me said and I didn't know wether to smile or to be pissed. Rachel nodded and walked away without saying goodbye and I turned around. "Well, hello sexy legs.", Brittany said smiling and I rolled my eyes playfully when I looked down at me. I wore a dark jeans, not too tight so nothing would show inside my pants. "Be nice to Rachel.", I said smiling. Now it was Brittany's turn to roll her beautiful sapphire eyes. "Oh, come on, she's annoying as fuck." I shook my head no, even if she was right. "Ready for your first time?", Brittany said cocky and I coughed awkwardly and blushed.
"What?", I said. Brittany's face was priceless. She began laughing at my behaviour and began walking down the hallway. "Detention, Santana, or what did you think about?"
I blushed deeper when she winked at me. "Nothing. I mean, sure, I'm ready.", I replied and followed her. When we arrived there were four other students sitting in the room. Puck, Quinn, Ryder and some kid I've never seen before. Brittany took a seat in the last row with me right in front of her. Quinn threw me a death stare and I quickly looked away, hoping time would fly.
/
When detention was over, Quinn were the first one who literally ran out of the room, followed by the unknown guy. When Ryder saw Puck walking towards the back rows, he just smiled politely at me and the blonde behind me and made his way out, too. I grabbed my bag and stood up when a hand on my shoulder pushed me back in my seat.
"Don't touch her!", Brittany hissed at Puck, who stood next to me with a strange look on his face. He exhaled slowly and pulled his hand back to cross his arms in front of his chest. "I just want to talk to her.", the mohawk-guy said and my eyed widened. What did he want to talk about? Did I do something wrong? My pulse quickened and I gulped. "Puck, I swear, touch her and I will ends you.", Brittany said and I felt a small smile growing on my face, but when I looked at Puck it disappeared instantly. He glared at me angry and leaned towards me, his hands resting on the table in front of me. His face was only inches away from mine and my breath hitched.
"Listen, chica, I have no idea what to do so you will understand me. Stay. Away. From. My. Girl." Instinctively I looked behind me where Brittany jumped out of her seat and shoved Puck off me.
"She didn't do anything!"
"She isn't your property!",
Brittany and me said in unison. Puck looked at us confused and took again a step towards me, but Brittany's hand on his chest stopped him. "Leave her alone.", Brittany whispered and slowly traced her hand down his body, over his stomach, down his waist, and finally stopped right above his crotch. Puck's eyes widened and I felt this urge to kick him right in the nuts. Why was Brittany doing this? Why was she even with that asshole? He treated her and everybody else like shit, and she still was with him. "I want you to go home and wait for me, you hear? I will come as soon as possible.", she continued, now grabbing Puck through his jeans, and I felt myself stiffen.
I stood up quickly and walked past them, not daring to look back. I didn't want to hear any more of this. I didn't want to hear Brittany talking. I couldn'd stand the thought of her and that...guy, but she told me she didn't care, and it was pretty obvious, wasn't it? I exited the room and walked down the hallway, towards the main entrance. I was halfway through the parking lot when I finally heard her.
"Santana! ...Santana, wait!", I only walked faster, but my feet hurt and I didn't want to run away like a child, but I didn't stop. "Come on, wait.", she said again and I felt her hand grabbing my shoulder, just like her boyfriend did only minutes ago.
"Don't.", I said and pushed her hand away when I finally stopped and faced her. "I'm not your little... game, or whatever you think I am, okay? I have feelings, so stop running over them!", I yelled at Brittany and she looked at me confused. "What... what do you mean?"
I scoffed. "Really? You don't even recognize it? What you do with Puck is your business, but don't do it in front of me, okay?", I said angry at the blonde, and after a few silent seconds she began smiling. What...?
"Are you jealous?", she asked with a raised eyebrow. "Jealous? Of that dick head? No way, uh-uh.", I said while shaking my head, but Brittany's smile only grew. "You totally are!", she said, almost sounding excited. She watched me with those sapphire eyes and for a second I forgot how to breathe. "I'm with Sam.", I said without thinking. I'm with Sam, really? Slap yourself, Lopez, you're an idiot.
Brittany's smile disappeared and she frowned. "No, you're not.", she simply stated. "Maybe I'm not. But what if I want to? You know I'm going on a date with him tonight." I could hear my voice, but it wasn't me talking. I had no idea why I even said that. It wasn't like I wanted to be with Guppy-Mouth McBieber...I saw Brittany clenching her jaw and balling her hands into fists, before she relaxed again.
"If you would want to be with that douche bag you wouldn't be here. If you wanted that, you wouldn't have stopped me this morning from kicking the shit out of Quinn. You wouldn't get all nervous around me and you wouldn't feel like you do. If Sam is what you want, why are you staring at my lips everytime you think I'm not looking? Why are you practically drooling all over me everytime we see? Why do you get goosebumps everytime our skin touches?", Brittany said and to prove everything she just said, she reached for my hand, and as soon as her fingers grazed mine I felt tingles in every bodypart and said goosebumbs forming on my skin.
When I opened my mouth to say something, my phone began ringing. Brittany let go of my hand and took a step back, much to my disappointment. I grabbed for my phone and saw that it was just a message. From Sam.
4.21pm from Trouty: Picking u up at 7. Hope you'll like it... ;)
"I... I need to go. Get ready for... uhm...", I began, but I couldn't say it. I know I said that I'm with Sam only seconds ago, but after Brittany's little speech everything to do with Sam felt so much... heavier. It just didn't feel right at all.
"For your date...I understand... So, come on, I promised you a lift home, remember?", Brittany said with a sad smile and I just nodded. I followed her in silence down the road to her motorbike and when she handed me the helmet I smiled thankfully and hopped onto the bike behind her. And suddenly it felt like we did that for years. When I put my hands around Brittany's waist it didn't feel like we were still practically strangers, it didn't feel like we just met days ago. It felt like we're friends. But that we weren't.
When Brittany stopped in my driveway I slowly stood back up. She smiled at me at helped me to remove the helmet. It was much easier than this morning, thank god. I ran my hand through my hair while looking at the ground and pulled a loose streak behind my ear. I knew Brittany watched me, but I didn't know what to say. I pulled my glasses further up my nose when I heard Brittany standing up. I raised my gaze and was instantly met with a pair of ocean blue orbs staring straight back at me.
"Are we friends?", I blurted out and after realizing that I said that out loud my eyes widened in panic. Brittany looked almost as shocked as I did, and for a moment she seemed to think about it. "Uhm...do you want us to be friends?", she finally said with furrowed eyebrows. "I don't know... I mean, you always protect me from Quinn and... Puck." I frowned when I said his name... stupid butt-head. "Yeah...", Brittany replied without answering my original question. "So... what does that mean?" All I wanted to know was the truth, if Brittany really didn't care. If she wanted me to be just another notch on her bedpost. In that case I didn't want to do anything with her, but she made me feel so... she made me feel so special. Only by defending me she showed me a side of herself I was sure no one else ever saw.
"I'm not sure yet... But I know that I like you... You're so different..." What does that mean? Diffenent? If she knew that I was really different than any other girl she knew...
"But why do you like me? You don't know me."
"I don't know, okay? I don't know...but I want to be friends with you.", she admitted in a low voice and played with her fingers.
"You're a total softie, you know that?", I said smiling. Brittany's eyes met mine and suddenly they looked so much brighter. "You wish, Lopez. You know I could totally kick your ass if I wanted to." I didn't say anything, just continued my chuckling.
"So... we're friends?", I asked shy but smiled at the blonde.
"We're friends."
/
When Brittany finally drove away and I was still standing outside my house, I sighed. Friends. Brittany and I were friends. The mere thought brought me shivers down my spine and a smile on my face. But when I remembered what I was about to do it disappeared instantly. When I was happy for one moment there was always something to kill the mood. This time it was Sam. I had to get ready for the concert. I sighed again, for a whole other reason, and made my way inside.
After I showered I went to my room to look for my favourite jeans. I found them under my bed and took them with me in the bathroom. I pulled a pair of compression shorts up my legs and winced slightly at how uncomfortable tight they were. When I was ready I found myself in my dark blue jeans, a thin brown leather jacket and a dark red top underneath. First I thought about wearing heels but then I chose my black sneakers. It was a concert after all, not some fancy restaurant. I replaced my glasses with contact lenses and tied my hair into a loose ponytail.
It was like five to seven when I heard the doorbell ringing. I made my way down and looked a last time in the mirror next to the door, before opening it.
Sam's eyes grew wide when he looked me up and down and finally stopped at my eyes. "Wow... you look...", he began and paused to swallow. "You look really really good, Santana." I smiled at the blond guy in front of me and said: "Thanks... you, too."
We stood on my front porch for a few seconds before Sam broke the silence. "Let's go?" It was more like a question and I smiled at him. I locked the door behind me and followed Sam to his old navy blue truck and climbed in on the passenger side and recognized Sam staring at me. That guy was really creepy sometimes. It freaked me out, but I just smiled politely.
Most of the way we drove in silence, but when we stopped at a red light in the middle of Lima, Sam spoke. "What's the deal with you and Brittany?", he asked and suddenly he had all of my attention. "We're friends.", I repeated Brittany's words from earlier and Sam looked at me confused. "I highly doubt that Brittany is able to make friends.", he said in a condescending tone.
"Everybody think's she's a bad person but she's not!", I spat and Sam looked at me wide-eyed. I doesn't matter what Brittany did in school or somewhere else, he had no right to judge her. No one had the right.
"You know her not even a week, I know her for three years now, and I can tell you that she's a manipulating, cruel bitch. You better stay away from her.", Sam said seriously when he drove again as the lights turned green. "Now you sound like Puck.", I replied and I heard Sam chuckling. "Well, then he was right for one time."
"Sam, can we... can we please not talk about them right now?", I asked unsure. I hoped it was okay to avoid talking about the blonde girl. It just didn't feel right at all to talk about her with Sam. "Yeah, sure. We'll be there in like two minutes. Are you excited?" I didn't even know what kind of concert we were going to, but I threw Sam a smile and nodded. "Yeah..."
He was right, less than two minutes later we pulled into a parking lot in front of the park, surrounded by a lot of other cars and people. We both hopped out of the truck and made our way towards the entrance. It seemed to be some kind of open air concert, so I just followed Sam. Some faces seemed familiar, others I've never seen. I was looking for something that would show me what concert it was when someone ran straight into me.
"Oh my god, I'm so, so sorry, I didn't see you, I was... Santana?", An annoying voice said and I turned around to face Rachel Berry and her best gay-friend. "You're way shorter than me Rachel, how could you not see me?", I said half joking, half serious. "Kust just told me that really fascinating story about how he and Blaine, oh, that's his boyfriend, almost got into jail last week-"
"Hi, I'm Kurt Hummel. It's a pleasure to finally meet you. I wasn't able to come to Glee-club this week, so I didn't have the chance to introduce myself.", the guy said and smiled at me, a little too much. "Santana Lopez.", I said and Kurt nodded. "I know, Rachel told me about you, and we can't wait to hear you sing." My eyes widened in shock and I quickly shook my head. "Uhm... I... I can't sing in front of other people... I'm not even sure if I'll stay in Glee-club.", I said and looked to my left, at Sam. He looked disappointed, but it wasn't like his opinion mattered. It was cool to sing that song with him yesterday, but I didn't want to repeat it, not with him.
Suddenly my thoughts went into a completely different direction and I caught myself wondering if Brittany could sing. When she spoke her voice had something angelic and soft, so there was always a possibility that she could sing. And her legs... I bet that she can dance with them like a goddess... I shook my head when I saw Sam looking at me confused.
"You okay?", he asked quietly and I nodded with a smile. "Yeah, sure."
"So, Santana...", Rachel began and I looked at her quizzically. "I know I asked you in school, but have you thought about my party?" I sighed. That girl was such a pain in the ass. "Sure, Rachel, I'll come.", I said annoyed. I hoped now she would be happy and stop asking questions, but when I learned one thing, it was that Rachel Berry never shuts up.
"And about your extra one?", she said with a wink and nodded her head slightly towards Sam. "I have someone in mind.", I said and saw Sam trying to hold back a smile and instead he bit on his large lower lip. Oh man... if he knew I didn't think about him...
In the background music began playing, and Rachel clapped her hands excited. "We should go...Oh! Or we could go together, I think it would be so much fun, it would be kind of a... double date... well, I guess Blaine is totally okay with me stealing his boyfriend for tonight." I closed my eyes and counted to ten, but when I opened them again, Rachel was still standing there, with her favourite gay by her side and looked at us with her bambi eyes. Screw it... that way I wouldn't be alone with Sam and wouldn't have to deal with that awkwardness.
"Sure.", I said before the blonde next to me had the chance to complain. When we started walking towards the music Rachel began talking about her childhood and her fathers (the girl really had two gay dads? It would be so cool if my dad would be gay...but I love my mom...somehow... and even if they're divorced they still had a good connection to each other, so it wasn't an option.) and that was the moment I stopped listening, but after a few seconds, minutes, I don't know how much time went by, someone gently bumped into my shoulder and I saw Kurt walking next to me. He linked his arm with mine and smiled at me softly. Rachel and Sam were already a few feet in front of us, so there was no need to talk with lower voices.
"I can see it.", the guy on my arm said and I raised an eyebrow at him. "What do you mean?", I said panicking. He could see what? My dick? Would it be too obvious if I would look down on me to see if there was something in my pants showing? Probably. Fuck...
"You and Sam. You're not into him.", he stated. Oh thank god... "Uhm... he's a nice guy.", I said with a tight-lipped smile. "But that's not enough for you."
"What do you mean?", I asked, repeating my earlier question. Kurt chuckled and began walking slowlier. "I can read most people like an open book. But with you I'm not sure... I mean, I can see the obvious things, but you seem like a book written in a language I don't understand." What the hell did that even mean?
"Obvious things?", I asked with wide eyes. "Yeah, well, like I said, you're not into him, but you seem to have a liking for blondes.", He winked. Did he know? How could he? "Listen, Santana, I'm not stalking you or something, I just saw you and Brittany talking this morning... I was just on my way to school when I saw you, and even if I didn't hear what Brittany said I can tell that you were upset about her, or whatever she said. And I wanted to tell you it's okay... you know, to have these kind of feelings."
"Feelings?", my voice cracked. I didn't know I really was that obvious... "Towards another girl. It's okay." Kurt looked at me with his green eyes and patted my arm. I knew I was blushing, but it didn't matter, it was already dark outside so Kurt probably couldn't see. "Any other obvious things?", I asked curious. I really wanted to know what other people, in that case Kurt, could see in me... Kurt laughed and nodded his head.
"Well... you say you like Sam, but I can tell it's not enough for you. You want someone who will gain you in a heartbeat. You don't want someone taking you out on a standard date like a concert, you want someone who makes you feel special, you want an adventure, something you remember for the rest of your life. You-"
I was sure Kurt could've talked for hours and hours more, but ugh... Rachel fucking Berry had to interrupt us.
"Guys! Are you sleeping or what? We should hurry or we'll stand in the last row." Kurt chuckled and nodded, before walking towards Rachel and Sam, his arm still linked with mine.
/
About an hour later I stood in between Sam and Kurt, surrounded by a lot of people I've never seen before. Rachel stood in front of us, dancing like some crazy child, throwing her hands in the air, long brown hair flowing around her face and shoulders. If I wouldn't know better I would say that chick's clearly drunk, but Kurt said she had just one wine cooler before they left for the concert, so it was out of question. Except... well, it's Rachel Berry, I guess there's always a possibilitly of the impossibility.
I just didn't understand how she could dance like that to that kind of music. It was slow and reassuring, and Rachel danced like a maniac.
"What's his name?", I asked Kurt and nodded towards the guy on the stage. The music was like... really good, but Sam didn't even think about telling me what it was, so I asked the guy to my right. Kurt looked at me with a raised eyebrow and chuckled. "You're on a concert but don't know by whom? That's ridiculous, Santana." I rolled my eyes at Kurt and slapped his arm playfully, but smiled. "Sam hasn't told me.", I just replied, hoping Kurt would just tell me.
"It's Radical Face. The music is super awesome, and as you can see Rachel is a really big fan." The girl in front of us began bouncing with one hand high above her head and the other in her hair and I just laughed at her.
/
For the next hour Kurt and me talked about some random stuff, like why I moved, where I came from, what my hobbies are, when I started singing. I told him everything he wanted to know without even hestitating. He was such a sweetheart, and if I didn't know that Kurt's gay, I would've totally guessed he was into me. I mean, he showed more interest and asked more questions about me and my life in an hour than Sam did in a whole week.
When the concert was over Rachel was dance-walking to our cars and Kurt tried to calm her, but everytime he tried to grab her hand she just pulled away and would run around him while singing something I didn't understand. Sam laughed at her, but stayed silent. What kind of date was it? He didn't even tried to talk to me or something... It wasn't like I wanted it, but...ugh! Men...
Rachel hopped into the backseat of her car, laying across the cushions. Kurt came walking towards me and gave me a hug, before waving at Sam and wishing us a good night. He threw me a last smile, then hopped in Rachel's car and drove away.
"So... it was really nice.", I said, hoping Sam would just drive me home so I could go to bed. I was tired as hell and worried about my dad. Where the fuck was he? At least he could have told me where he went, but no. Nothing. Fucking adults...
"Yeah, it was... Uhm... I have an idea... You thirsty?", the blonde asked hopefully. I really had to tell him that I wasn't into him, but I guessed it could wait, so I nodded and Sam smiled at me widely. "I know a really good bar where you get in under eighteen. You wanna go there?" A bar? Sound's good... "Yeah, sure."
no one's POV:
It was almost eleven when a certain blond girl stumbled into a small bar outside from Lima. Her long blond curls were tied into a loose bun and her shoelaces were open as well. Brittany tightened the grip on the bottle of vodka in her hand and sat down on a bar stool.
It wasn't Brittany's intention to get drunk. She just didn't want to think about Santana and the blond guy she was with. What was his name again? It had to be something stupid because she remembered to think that his name fit to him. Brittany didn't know what it was, but something in her stomach turned around by the mere thought about the Latina and Huge Lips.
The blonde raised the bottle in her hand to her lips and took a big sip, feeling the liquor burning its way down her throat. She pressed her eyes shut tight and suppressed a cough, trying not to think about that girl with those beautiful brown eyes, her tanned skin and long dark curls, but it seemed to make it worse. Santana was everywhere in her head. Everywhere. Brittany remembered every single word the brunette ever said to her, and shook her head confused.
She knew Santana for less than a week, what happened to change everything like that? Brittany wasn't a nice person. She never was and she never would be. So what happened that she defended Santana from Puck and Quinn? Not just one time.
Brittany sighed before she took the next sip, this time she couldn't suppress a lightly cough. The blond bartender smiled at her and rolled her eyes. Brittany and the woman behind the bar kind of knew each other. Holly was an ex-girlfriend from her dad and used to teach at McKinley, but after some hot affairs with younger men and women (students!) she quit and now owned that bar called Holly's. (go figure.)
Everyone seemed to like it here and if you were hot you definitely could manage that Holly would sell you alcohol even if you were underage.
"What got your panties into a twist, Britt-Britt? Didn't get laid for the last 24 hours?", Holly chuckled while pouring some beer into a glass. Brittany scoffed and didn't bother to answer. "Oh please, come on, you know you can tell me.", the blonde bartender continued and Brittany shook her head.
"Just leave me alone, Holly.", she mumbled, bringing the bottle back to her lips. "You know, could you be more obvious with that shit? If you have to drink straight from the bottle go and sit into the corner. I don't want to lose my licence because of your drunken ass, Brittany." With that Holly turned around and continued pouring alcohol in some glasses.
Fucking Santana, Brittany thought. She was just some random girl. There was nothing special about her, right? Brittany tried to believe it, she told herself that Santana was nothing worth thinking about that hard. She wasn't worth all that trouble with Quinn and Puck.
Something inside of Brittany knew it was a lie. Santana and her were friends. She even told her that. And the truth was that she really wanted that to be real. She wanted to be friends with the brunette. She wanted to spend time with her and get to know her.
She just wasn't ready to admit that to herself.
While thinking about Santana and taking a new sip, Brittany didn't notice the door open and two familiar faces appear inside of the bar.
Santana's POV:
My eyes widened when Sam opened the door to a bar called something like Molly's or Holly's. On the outside it looked like some old, lapse warehouse, but as soon as I got a look inside I was stunned. The walls were in a dark red and the floor light gray, in the far corner was a bar with two blonde women talking. On the other side were some tables, but all of them were occupied, so Sam grabbed my hand and dragged me towards the bar and the two blondes.
"It's really cool here, you'll see.", he whispered as if he was afraid someone might hear him. I smiled at him and nodded, still following him. Sam sat down on the bar stool on the outside, and now there was only one seat between Sam and the seemingly drunk blond girl. Somehow she looked familiar, but all I could see was her back, so what did I know? I saw her holding a bottle of liquor (vodka, maybe?) and when she lifted it to her lips she turned her head to the side, now looking straight at me.
I gasped and Brittany began coughing with wide eyes. Sam looked at me confused and stood back up. He sighed and took my hand again. "Maybe we should go somewhere else.", the blond boy next to me said, but all I could focus about was the other blonde in front of me. Brittany put the bottle on the bar and stood up, too. Her hand grabbed the edge of the bar stool she just sat onto so she wouldn't lose her balance. Her eyes were shiny and red like if she was about to cry. Wow, I guess she was really drunk. But what was she doing here?
"San...tana.", she said with a sly smile and tried to make a step towards me, but when she struggled to much she grabbed the stool again. "What'ya doin' here?", she asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Uhm...", I began but Sam, who was still holding my hand, pulled me behind himself and said with an annoyed voice: "We're having a date." Was he for real? Brittany didn't do anything, so why was he like that? And actually she asked me, not him.
"Y'know it's not smarrrt to act like that w-when I've got a... a weapon!", Brittany said and grabbed the bottle from the bar again. That girl was adorable. Not only when she was drunk, practically all the time, but right now all I could do was smile. I knew she would use her 'weapon' if Sam said something stupid, but she seemed too drunk to be able to walk properly.
Sam shook his head, it looked like he didn't think it's funny (well, I did.) and he turned around to walk towards the exit, but because he still held my hand and I wasn't moving, he stopped again. "Are you coming? We could just go to mine... watching a movie or something.", Sam said and before I even had the chance to answer and tell him that I didn't think it's a good idea, Brittany began laughing.
"Or something? Dude, you've a dick, riiight?", Brittany chuckled and Sam looked at her confused but nodded dumbly. "So all you mean iiiiis... that you want my Sanny-girl spreading her legs for ya, admit it! Just admit it!", Brittany all but yelled at Sam. My Sanny-girl? I wasn't sure if I should feel flattered or something, all I knew is I was blushing like some idiot. The second thing was, I would never ever do the dirty with Sam. Eww, no thanks.
"You know what? Leave. Santana. Alone.", Sam said and tried again to pull me towards the exit, but I still didn't move. "And who do'ya think you're? Her fucking boyfriend?" The blond girl let go of the bar stool and slowly walked towards us, trying to walk as straight as possible.
I stood in front of Sam, I didn't want any of them getting hurt, so all I could do was try to calm them down. "Brittany.", I said and searched for eye contact. When her blue orbs locked with my brown I smiled at her with an almost too much caring expression. You're friends with her, Lopez, it's okay to look at her like that. When Sam pulled at my hand again, Brittany lost it. She let the bottle fall to the ground and tried to plunge after Sam, but I still stood between them so she stopped right in front of me.
"Don't touch her!", she yelled at Sam. "You're nothing! You hear me? Nothing! She deserves so much more!" Sam looked at me in shock and let go of my hand but didn't make an attempt to walk away, he just stood there and watched me and Brittany.
"Brittany, come on, you need to shut the fuck up!", the blonde woman behind the bar said and shook her head annoyed. "And you two better leave.", she continued pointing at me and Sam. I nodded and turned around, ready to go, but a hand, a way softer hand than Sam's, grabbed my wrist.
"Don't go...", Brittany said with a pout. Oh my god, could she be even more cute? Ugh... what's wrong with you?! She's a girl, stop thinking shit like that! "I need to leave... I'll see you on monday, okay?", I said and smiled. For a moment Brittany just watched her hand, her thumb caressing the inside of my wrist and tingles flowed through my whole body. After a few seconds she let go of me and nodded. "Yeah..."
"That girl is totally crazy if you ask me...", Sam said when I turned around and started to walk towards the entrance. What the fuck? I wanted to yell at him and tell him that I didn't ask him, but something, or rather someone, knocked Sam to the ground and all I could see was two heads of blond hair fighting for dominance. Brittany straddled Sam, but somehow he managed to flip them, so now he was hovering above her.
"Stop it!", I yelled at the same time as the blond bartender who was now standing next to me. "Sam, get off her!", I said loud. I knew everyone was watching us, but right now I couldn't care less. Sam looked at me and after he sighed he let go of Brittany and stood up. I really hoped it was over now and I could just go home to sleep, but what should I say? Brittany...
Sam didn't recognize the blond girl standing back up before throwing herself at him. I saw everything happen in slow motion. Sam trying to pull the blonde off himself, Brittany's fist colliding with Sam's nose, and blood flowing out of it.
"Are you insane?", Sam shouted angry, but before he even had the chance to go after Brittany, I grabbed his arm while the bartender held the other blonde back. "Let's just go.", I said to Sam and pulled him with me out of the bar, but not without throwing Brittany a death stare.
Ugh... a hell of a night.
/
Sam and I got into his car in silence, me driving, because of Sam's bleeding nose. Everything was a little awkward, the blonde next to me didn't move at all and looked out of the window. Tired I sighed. Everything was fine tonight. The concert was really nice and maybe, if we would have chosen another place to go to, the night also would have ended nice.
"Are you okay? How is your nose?", I asked worried. Brittany seemed to got him bad, it was still bleeding. Sam pressed a tissue against his nose and nodded. "It's fine. I think it stopped."
"You need to tell me where you live.", I said. After all it probably wasn't a good idea to stay at Sam's, so I would just drive him home and walk back to mine. I just hoped the way wouldn't be too long. All I wanted right now was taking a quick shower and then being able to go to bed.
"It's not that far. I'll show you.", Sam said. "Tonight was really nice. Except that little incident...", he continued. He was right. If it wouldn't be for Brittany...
"Yeah..." I smiled tight-lipped without looking to my right. I knew Sam was watching me now, so I tried really hard to concentrate on the road. A few minutes went by and Sam showed me the way to his house, and when I stopped in front of it I grabbed the steering wheel pretty hard. What was I supposed to do? It was kind of my first date in a long time. My last one was at the end of sophomore year with some guy from my chemistry class. We went to grab some dinner, he was really nice all evening and at the end of the night he tried to kiss me. I freaked out and ran away.
Sam and me hopped out of the car and met in the middle, right in front of hos truck. His nose looked better than some minutes ago. It didn't bleed anymore, but it seemed still a little swollen. "So... you wanna come inside?", the blonde asked hopefully with raised eyebrows and a small smile on his froggy lips. "Not tonight...you should go to sleep, cool your nose... tonight was exhausting.", I said, returning his smile.
"Then at least let me drive you home.", he said already on his way towards the drivers side, but I grabbed his wrist and held him back. "No, it's okay. I'll just walk. It's not far."
I let go of him, it just didn't feel right to touch him the same way another blonde touched me only minutes ago. "No, Santana... ugh... take my truck." Sam sighed. He was a really nice guy, and whoever will be the person he's going to marry someday is really really lucky, but it wasn't me and it never would be me.
"Thanks...", I said avoiding eye contact, but a finger on my chin made me look up. Sam looked at me as sweet as always and made one more step towards me so we were standing almost toe to toe. His gaze was locked with mine and it made me feel slightly uncomfortable. Was he going to kiss me? Oh dear god...
My breath hitched when the blonde began leaning towards me, his eyes still locked with mine, and before I even had the chance to think about running away (like the last time somone tried to kiss me, I mean, I was still a kissing-virgin... well, I was a virgin in more than one way...) I felt Sam's hot breath on my skin, I smelled his decent cologne, heard his heavy breathing.
I knew it was time to either run away or to close my eyes, and because I was sure that Sam would be the right choice for a first kiss I decided to go with the second option. As soon as my eyes were closed I felt Sam's lips on mine.
For a second neither of us dared to move, everything was quiet, except some owl or whatever kind of bird it was. It was like time stood still, and when Sam began moving his lips against mine I clenched my hands into fists on the sides of my body. It was out of reflex, maybe because it was not how I imagined my first kiss, maybe because I just didn't know where to put my hands. Sam's movements weren't too forcefull, a little sloppy, yes, but he didn't try to push his tongue inside of my mouth, he didn't try to touch me on inappropriate places, he was a gentleman as always.
But something just didn't feel right.
The kiss lasted not longer than thirty seconds, and when we finally pulled apart all I could do was returning the smile he was throwing at me. Sam took a step back, a blush forming on his cheeks.
"Good night, Santana.", he said when I slowly walked past him to the driver's side. Sam opened the door for me and I hopped in.
"Good night, Sam."
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Slowly I drove along the roads of Lima, still slightly mad at Brittany. Who did she think she is? She had no right to hit Sam. I realized how angry I was just when I saw my knuckles on the steering wheel turning white and I tried to relax. The lights in most houses were out, and when I drove into the street I lived in, I saw that Brittany's house was as dark as the others. A part of me wanted to forget everything about her, wanted to turn back time so we never met, but another part of me, the part thinking with my heart, not my head, wanted to know why she went all Lima Heights on Sam, wanted to know why she did all this stuff like defending me from Quinn and Puck. Ugh... Puck, her stupid boyfriend...
I knew we only met days ago, but there was something about her... something magical. She wasn't like anyone else. She was one of a kind. Unique. I wanted to know every single part of her. I wanted her to let down her walls and let me in. Well, wanky...
Confused I shook my head and pulled into our driveway. Was it okay to have thoughts like that about Brittany? Was is okay for me to hope that we could be more than... whatever we were? Did thoughts like this make me gay? Well, they definitely didn't make me straight. I shook my head again. No, it wasn't like I had real feelings towards the blond girl. She wasn't more than a attraction. Not more than a crush. But then I thought about what she said today after detention.
"If you would want to be with that douche bag you wouldn't be here. If you wanted that, you wouldn't have stopped me this morning from kicking the shit out of Quinn. You wouldn't get all nervous around me and you wouldn't feel like you do. If Sam is what you want, why are you staring at my lips everytime you think I'm not looking? Why are you practically drooling all over me everytime we see? Why do you get goosebumps everytime our skin touches?", Brittany said and to prove everything she just said, she reached for my hand, and as soon as her fingers grazed mine I felt tingles in every bodypart and said goosebumbs forming on my skin.
Oh man...then there's Sam. This super sweet and caring guy. What was I supposed to do? I really did like him. He would be like...the perfect boyfriend. But I wasn't sure if that was what I wanted. The kiss was really nice and stuff, but I didn't feel the tingles I feel everytime Brittany just grabs my hand or something. Tired I sighed. All I wanted to do was to shower and then go to bed. It was a really tiring evening and I didn't want to think about the two blondes any longer. For now.
I stopped the car and grabbed my bag from the passenger seat before hopping out. I locked Sam's truck and made my way towards the door, when I saw a shadow right on our pront porch. Startled I took a step back and clutched my hand above my heart.
"Brittany.", I gasped when I indetified the shadow as the blonde. "What are you doing here?" She didn't say anything, just looked at the ground, playing with her fingers. What was she doing here? It was like one in the morning, I thought she would either still sit in the bar drinking or go home. But here she was...
After a minute she still didn't say anything, so I rolled my eyes, ready to walk past her into my house when she stood up right in front of me. She looked at me through her sapphire eyes without doing anything. My heart was racing when she slowly raised her hand and tucked some hair carefully behind my ear. Then she took a step back and sat down again, tapping her hand on the spot next to her, as a sign for me to sit, too. So I did.
"I lied.", she said barely audible and turned her head to look me in the eyes. Confused I furrowed my eyebrows and looked at her questioningly. "W-what do you mean?", I stuttered. I didn't like the thought of her lying to me. There was no reason for doing that...
"Today, after school...", she continued, but I still had no idea what she was talking about. The blonde looked like she had to fight with herself by telling me whatever she was about to tell me, so I gave her time. After a few seconds she opened her mouth, but closed it again. What could be so hard to tell me? I would understand if she was a girl with a dick or something and didn't know how to tell someone, but wait - that was me.
I wasn't sure why I did it, but I carefully took her hand in mine and she turned towards me again. "Listen, whatever it is, I won't judge you. I would never judge you for anything." Brittany smiled at me shy and squeezed my hand.
"You are one of a kind, Santana Lopez.", she chuckled and I grinned at her. Did she really think the same thing about me like I did only minutes ago about her?
"I am.", I said serious. If only she would know about my condition... It really made me one of a kind. "So... are you gonna tell me why you lied to me?", I said softly, trying not to rush her, in case she might back out and then wouldn't tell me.
"When you asked me if we are friends...and I said we are... It was a lie." I felt a stinging in my heart and wanted to let go of Brittany's hand, but she held it in a firm grip, giving me no chance to let go. "No! Not like that...", she said and her gaze burned into mine. That girl and her goddamn eyes! Ugh...
"I'm just... I'm not good at talking... and with feelings and stuff...", Brittany whispered. I nodded understandingly. I totally knew what she meant. It was really hard for me, too, to open up to people...
"I won't judge you.", I repeated and she gave me a warm smile.
"What is it about you and that blonde guy?", she said. Please, no... I couldn't talk about the guy who just kissed me with the girl I had a crush on.
"We're friends.", I simply stated and nodded. Brittany's jaw cleched and she bit on her lower lip. God... those lips... I really wanted to know what they would taste like and what they would feel like on my ski- Ugh, stop it!
"So... nothing happened between you tonight?" Brittany's voice sounded a little hurt, but mostly hopeful. "Why do you ask?" Brittany sighed and looked away.
"I lied to you...because I don't think I can be friends with you. I think I can't be just friends with you. I want it, but I don't have that much self-control to stop myself when we're too far into it." First I didn't know what she was talking about but then it clicked.
"So... what does that mean for... you and me?" For a second I thought about saying 'us', but that we weren't. Brittany and me weren't an us.
"It means all or nothing, Santana."
"So I'm really nothing else than another notch on your bedpost? And what about Puck? He would totally kill me if he ever found out. And what about Sam? I know it was just a kiss but I am not so sure about what it means for him! He cares about me and actually wants to be with me. I'm not just some trophy for him! You cant't just tell me things like that and expect me to agree to this-" I knew I was rembling, that girl just made me so nervous like... all the time, and now she just told me she wants us to be something, I wasn't completely sure what it was. Before I could say anything more Brittany put a hand above my mouth and my eyes widened.
"Hold. On. That cabbage patch kid kissed you?!", she said angry and stood up, her hand leaving my mouth. She took a few steps towards Sam's car and I run after her, afraid she might kill the poor truck. "Wait.", I said and grabbed her hand, but she shook it off and avoided eye contact.
"Did you like it?", she asked, still not looking at me.
"No...", I admitted and looked at the ground. "Listen, Santana... you're not just another notch on my bedpost. I want to know you. I want us to be friends. And maybe one day you'll change your mind about my offer...?" I didn't know if it was a statement or a question, so I just nodded.
"You probably should go to bed...", Brittany said. "Yeah...so..." Brittany smiled at me and took a step back. "So...I'll see you..."
I watched her walking down the street, disappearing in the dark of the night, and sighed. I knew Sam was cute and wanted to be with me, but Brittany was a whole other level. She was so much more than I ever thought I would find. Maybe kissing Sam was a mistake. In the end it was Brittany who brought me shivers down my spine and tingles all over my skin, not him.
And after all, I realized,I'm not with the right blonde.
A/N2: Soooo, I'm not sure if I'm happy with the result of this chapter, but I did my best.
Oh, and I really wanted Brittany to call Santana 'dear'. It just reminds me of 'The Vampire Diaries' when Klaus calls Caroline 'dear'... I just love it and could melt all the time... (:
Next chapter will be about the weekend and it will be almost everything about Brittana, maybe some Samtana and Pezberry here and there, but the mean part contains our two hotties. ;)
Let me know what you think.
