As I stand outside the doors of WHMS, I get a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. It's as if everything I hated about high school, and about myself, resurface. Although I was popular in high school, I still hated it.
I hated all the pretending that came with the popularity. I hated pretending to like everyone. I hated that I had to always go to stupid parties. I hated that I couldn't just come to school and leave right afterwards. Quinn had forced me to join Cheerios with her freshmen year. I didn't want to, but she said it was necessary if we wanted to be popular. I didn't want that either, but when you're young, you do things for other people, not for yourself.
When I step through those doors I notice my demeanor changing. My head is higher, my back is straighter and my walls are up. It's like those doors where a time machine that sent me back into the past.
All I want to do is find Shelby and get the hell out of here.
I stop by the main office and ask where her room is and they point me in the right direction.
Subconsciously I find myself walking down an all too familiar hallway towards a destination that is not Shelby's room. It's out of the way, but it is almost as if I don't have control over the direction my body is walking.
I walked into this room so many times before.
As I enter the old choir room, I get flooded with a sense of nostalgia. The walls are the same, the chairs are the same, the piano sitting in the middle of the room is still the same one and the feeling of being home is still the same, but there is also an ache that settles into my stomach knowing how I left this part of my life behind.
I notice a familiar face standing toward the back of the room. He has a stack of sheet music in his hands, rifling through them with a sense of purpose.
"Finn?" I say stepping further into the room.
He spins around really fast wearing his mouth slightly agape, just like it always is.
"Holy shit!" He spits out, putting the stacks of paper back down on the closest chair. "Santana?" Before I know it, I am being crushed in his embrace. "What?- why?- oh my god. It's good to see you."
"You too," I say when he finally releases me.
"How have you been?" He takes a step back from me.
"I've been good." I nod, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear and smoothing out my shirt. "What about you? Torturing yourself by spending more time in high school than necessary?"
He laughs a little. I never particularly liked Finn, but it is good to see a familiar face again. "Uh- yeah. Actually, I am the director of the Glee Club now," he says scratching the back of his neck.
"Oh, cool," I say to him. "What happened to Shue?"
"He and Emma moved to Washington like a year ago." So, I guess they finally got married. "Why are you here?" He asks me.
"I'm actually just here to give something to Mrs. Corcoran. Then I'm heading back home."
"Sweet," he turns to the room. "Feels like just yesterday we were all sitting in here together. Sometimes I miss those days." He turns back around to face me.
"Yeah, sadly I know what you mean. A lot of good things happened in this stupid choir room." My mind goes back to all the practices in here. All the times Quinn and I sat in the back row pretending to be having the worst time of our lives, which actually turned out to be some of the best. I think about all the senseless backstabbing that took place in here and the kids that hated each other, but eventually turned into real friends.
"Yeah, hey, have you heard from Rachel?" Finn asks.
"Um yeah actually, we're sort of friends now. I live with Quinn and she lives pretty close to us."
"H-how is she?" He asks carefully.
"She's good." I say nodding my head. "Still trying to get on Broadway."
He lets out a laugh, "yeah, that was always sort of her thing. Could you tell her I said hey?"
"Absolutely," I walk over to Finn and wrap my arms around him. "Good to see you Finn. Take care, okay?"
"You too." He says and squeezes me a little. "You should totally come and check out one of our competitions sometime."
Actually that sounds pretty cool. Maybe I could bring Brittany to one of them. I nod my head and pull away.
"See ya around."
/
I walk into the room and see that Shelby is already standing by her desk. Seeing her changes something inside of me. I feel this anger building up. Everyone thinks that Quinn 'willingly' gave up Beth for adoption, but I know better. I know that her parents manipulated her into thinking that giving her away was the only option and Quinn was so young, so she gave in.
I think if it was up to her, she would have kept Beth.
"Mrs. Corcoran?" I say clearing my throat.
She snaps her head up. "Santana?" She asks confused. "What? What are you doing here?"
"Just dropping something off," I extend my hand with the envelope in it for her to take. "It's from Quinn."
Shelby just stares at the envelope, not saying anything.
"You know, Quinn may have messed up in high school. She may have lost herself for a while, but she never stopped loving Beth. She would never admit to it because she is the strongest person I know, but she misses her daughter every day. Every fucking day. She just wants to see her, which is more than I can say about you and your daughter. You remember her right? Her name is Rachel?"
"Santana I-"
"No, you haven't called or spoken to her. Rachel is an amazing girl. She is your daughter." The words ring all too familiar in my head. Rachel doesn't want much from her mom. The only thing she ever wanted was to get to know her and to talk, something that some of us no longer have the option of doing. "I'm sorry. It's- just give that to Beth." I know that Shelby isn't a bad person. I know she is just trying to live her life, but I also know how much it hurts Quinn that she couldn't be the one to give her daughter the life she deserved.
I quickly turn on my heels and head out the door before she has time to say anything. I can feel my hands shaking with rage. I just hate that she won't let Quinn see her. I hate that she won't see Rachel. Mostly I hate that I can't see my mother. I shake my head and let out a breath of frustration as I walk back out into the chilly Ohio air.
When I get to my car, I climb in, slamming the door behind me.
"You alright?" Brittany asks.
"Uh- yeah, I'm fine," I say back to her. I'm not really, but I don't want to bring up that topic again. Brittany has been so understanding this weekend. I don't want to ruin the mood for the rest of the drive.
"Okay," Brittany says. She reaches over to my lap and grabs my hand. Our fingers lace together. "Ready to go back home?"
"Yeah, I can only handle so much of Lima at one time." I sigh. I take a few deep breaths to calm myself down, Brittany's thumb is smoothing over the back of my hand. I look down at our intertwined hands then back up to her face. "Brittany?" She looks at me and smiles softly. "Um," I think back to last night when I had my mini panic attack. "I don't want you to be afraid to talk to me. This is new to both of us and its confusing enough without knowing what the other person is thinking."
"Okay," she smiles at me.
"I don't exactly know how to define what we are, or if I'm even ready for that yet," I speak honestly, "but please don't think that's because I don't want you. I do want you. So, so much."
"Yeah?" She smiles shyly.
"Yeah," I breathe out.
"Well, I would never push you into anything you aren't ready for, but I want you to know that when you're ready, so am I." Brittany leans across the seat to plant a sweet kiss to my cheek, then pulls me into a hug.
I sigh into her shoulder.
Brittany kisses my neck softly and I close my eyes at the feeling. I don't think I will ever get used to the way she makes me feel. "Wait," she says suddenly. "I have something to ask you."
I pull back from her embrace. "What?"
"Okay, so I was thinking about this all night last night. I think I even had a dream about it because I was thinking about it so much." I smile at her nervous rambling. "Anyway, um..." Brittany looks down to the floor. "Can I," she swallows, "can I take you out to dinner?"
I stare back at her with wide eyes and a smile pulling at my lips. "Like on a date?" I ask.
"It doesn't have to be a date if you don't want it to be. I- I-"
"I would love to," I cut her off.
Brittany finds my eyes again and her face turns up into a huge smile. "Cool," she says as calmly as she can nodding her head up and down.
"Cool," I say back and stick my tongue out at her.
/
"I spy with my beautiful blue eyes... something... red." Brittany leans back into her chair with her arms folded across her chest and a smug look plastered across her face.
We have been playing eye spy for the past twenty minutes and she is kicking my ass.
It's not fair.
"My phone case?" I try.
"Ehhh," she makes a buzzing sound, "wrong."
I roll my eyes at her playfully and take a look around outside for something it might be. "A stop sign?"
"Nope." She smirks.
"Um... Uh... There isn't anything else that's red in here!"
"Yes there is," she smiles complacently to herself.
I let out a frustrated groan. "Brittany," I whine.
"Think, Santana, think." She says.
"My blood?" I try again.
"Closer," she coaxes.
Closer?
To my blood?
I tap my chin with my index finger trying to figure this out, but I can't come up with anything. "Fuck! I don't know!" I give up.
"Fine." She sighs, "You are so bad at this game. It's the veins in your eyes." She says as though that should have been my first guess.
I look over to her and narrow my eyes. "Really, Brittany?"
"What?" She says defensively.
"I can't see the veins in my eyes."
"You never said that you had to see them."
"Fine," I say, jutting out my lower lip.
"You're just mad because you are losing." She says matter of factly.
"Well it's not my fault you're some secret eye spy genius."
"I guess it's not, but can we stop to get something to eat now?" Brittany asks while grabbing her stomach.
I look to the clock on the dashboard. It's almost noon. "Sure."
We decide on getting sandwiches at the closest supermarket.
Since it's still pretty early and we are more than halfway back home, we decide to stop and eat at a park.
"So, how was your sister?" Brittany asks over a bite of her sandwich.
"She's good. Keeping my dad busy. I actually invited her to come stay with me a weekend this semester. My dad and I are going to split the cost of a plane ticket." I take a bite of my turkey sandwich.
"That was sweet of you," Brittany says.
"I'm just trying to make up for being such a bitch to them. I feel really terrible about not being there for her." I look over to Brittany. She has the softest look on her face. "I would love for you guys to meet too. She would get a kick out of you."
"Oh yeah?" She smiles.
"Yeah," I reply.
"What's her name again?" She asks.
"Maya."
"Maya," she repeats. "Not as pretty as Santana, but it's up there." I smile to myself at her complement, feeling those familiar butterflies find their way back to my stomach. "Hey, look." She points over to the pond where two ducks are swimming together. "Those love birds."
"They're cute."
"Not as cute as us though," she nudges my shoulder.
I stiffen up a little. "Y-yeah."
Brittany moves a little closer to me and slides her arm around my back. My heart rate picks up, not just because she is so close to me, but because she is so close to me in public. She pulls me into her side and I take a moment to look around the park. There are a few people here, a mother with her kids and a couple of teenagers down the way, none of which are looking at us. I relax into Brittany's embrace and lay my head down on her shoulder.
This is nice, being out in public with her so close to me. It's not even that scary. I thought people would be staring at us or something, like they would just know about us, but they don't.
I know that if we were in Ohio still, things would be different. I only ever actually known one other gay person. That was Kurt. Ohio isn't exactly Queer capital of the world. It's still a taboo thing there. Kurt had such a terrible time in high school. I wonder sometimes how he got through it.
I guess you just become used to the unwanted attention after a while.
I get the sudden urge to talk to Quinn. I need to tell someone about how I feel about Brittany. I would tell Brittany, but that would be a little weird, gushing about my feelings for her, to her. Besides, I'm pretty sure she already knows.
There is just something about her that I can't get away from, not that I want to anyway. She makes me feel so good inside, like anything is possible. It's so refreshing.
When I turn my head a little to look at Brittany, that's all it takes for the butterflies to take off again in my stomach. I never thought that I would get this feeling.
We all here those stories from our friends about how so and so made their heart race and I never understood it. I just thought they were making it up, but now I know it was just because it wasn't the right person.
If I'm being completely honest, I did feel something for one other girl. Her name was Sarah. She was my first serious girl crush.
At a party one night, she got drunk and kissed me while I was talking to her on the couch.
I guess it made my heart race because I had never kissed another girl before. That was when I realized that I might be gay because I just remember thinking about it all the time. I would stare at her in class replaying the moment over and over in my head. All I could think about was how different it felt with her compared to the guys I have kissed. Well, she didn't remember the kiss, or if she did she never said anything about it.
Thinking about it always made my heart jump.
That feeling is nothing compared to how Brittany makes me feel though.
Nothing.
Brittany makes my heart stop and take off at the same time. I feel like I have to hold my breath around her because I'm afraid my breathing will make me miss something important. That's until I realize that if I don't breathe I will die.
/
"So, how bout Friday night?"
We have been back on the road for about an hour now. It has been so quiet. It's been comforting just sitting in each other's company and enjoying the scenery, even if it's mostly just farmland.
"Santana?"
"Hmm?- Friday? Friday for what?" I ask a little out of it. It's been a long morning and my eyes are heavy.
"For our date." Oh right. Our date. I smile to myself at the thought of going out on an actual date with Brittany. A candle lit dinner, flowers, and oh shit. I hate dates. I've always hated dates.
I hate the cheesy romantic gestures that people always do. It's so cheap, but then why am I excited?
Brittany.
Brittany is why I'm excited.
Brittany has opened my eyes and my heart to things I never thought would be possible for me. She does things to me. She is turning me into some romantic sap that will get all nervous over a simple date and flail in my bedroom when I get home.
"Earth to Santana." She says and waves her hand in front of my face.
"Friday," I smile again despite myself, "would be perfect."
"Great!" Brittany exclaims. "Seven o' clock. I'll pick you up."
/
I fall through the door when I enter my apartment. My bag drops to the floor immediately and I let out a loud sigh.
I just want to get to bed.
But I also really want to talk to Quinn.
"Quinn?" I yell. She is nowhere to be seen. I thought maybe she would want to talk about the whole Beth thing. "Quinn?" I try again.
I walk through the kitchen and into the hallway towards Quinn's bedroom. I open the door hoping that she is in there, but she isn't. I sigh to myself before walking back out into the living room. I plop down on the couch and flip on the TV. I have no real desire to watch anything. I just want to wait till Quinn gets home so I can talk to her.
A few minutes later I hear her keys jingle in the door. I sit up on the couch anxiously, my hands suddenly becoming sweaty. I rub them back and forth nervously against my jeans.
"Hey," Quinn says when she enters the apartment. She turns to throw her keys in the bowl by the door and hangs up her jacket on the coat rack. "When did you get back?" She asks.
I clear my throat before I talk, my throat suddenly becoming drier than it ever has been before. I decide maybe I should start by telling her how it went with Shelby, that's easier. "So, Shelby is still a cold bitch." I laugh uneasily from the couch.
Quinn lets out a laugh. "Yeah," she breathes.
"Actually she didn't really get a chance to talk because I kind of didn't let her, but I did give her a piece of my mind for you."
"You're the best, Santana. I love you." She comes and sits next to me on the couch. "Thank you so much for giving her that letter. I just don't think I could ever be in the same room with her without doing something stupid."
I nod my head, "yeah, I know what you mean." I say remembering the rage that I felt earlier. It's not like Shelby is a bad woman or anything, the whole situation is just a mess. I can actually understand both sides though, but Quinn is my best friend. I have to be on her side by default.
Quinn sits back on the couch. "How is Brittany's mom?"
"She's good. She is just like Brittany." My face lightens up at the mention of her name. "She is coming home tomorrow, I think."
Quinn nods her head. "And your dad?" She asks carefully.
"It was hard to see them again. I felt terrible about being away for so long, but it was nice. Maya is coming to stay with us for a weekend sometime. Is that okay?"
"Hell yeah! I love that little kid." She says excitedly.
"Well, she's not so little anymore. She's like a mini me." I smile.
My mind turns to Brittany. As I think about everything that happened this weekend a smile creeps across my face. The kiss. The way she held me so many times. Our talk. The date that's coming up. It's too overwhelming.
"Why are you smiling like that? It's kinda freaking me out." Quinn's voice echoes through my mind.
I want to tell her. I have to, or I might explode with happiness.
I slowly turn my head so I can meet Quinn's eyes. "I need to tell you something, Quinn." I'm surprised how quickly the smile fades from my face. It's replaced by paralyzing fear.
"Okay," she says slowly.
I start nervously running my hands up and down my legs again. This is too hard. I have never said those words out loud, not even to myself. It makes it so real. Am I even ready for it to be real yet?
"San, please. You're scaring me." Quinn says grabbing one of my hands.
I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Quinn, I- I'm-" I stop and swallow hard. Quinn's eyes are darting back and forth between mine. I close my eyes and with one breath I breathe out, "I'm gay."
I squeeze my eyes shut.
That's it.
No turning back now.
It's out there.
She knows.
I wait.
Silence.
It's the piercing type of silence. The kind of silence that slices through your soul and the longer it lasts the more I fear opening my eyes. What feels like an eternity, is only a couple of seconds.
I slowly open my eyes to look at her and I am shocked at what I see.
She is smiling at me.
The biggest smile I have ever seen on her face.
Quinn lunges forward and wraps me into a huge hug.
Now I'm the one who's confused.
"I knew it!" She squeals.
Wait, what? "You knew what?" I ask confused.
"That you were gay!" She exclaims. "I knew it!"
"Um... How?"
She lets me go and sits back again. "I would always try to get you to talk about it. I knew there was nothing between you and Brian. I thought maybe you would eventually tell me if I bugged you enough about it, but you're just about the most stubborn person I have ever met, so that didn't really work." she squeals. I let out a nervous laugh. "And you are always checking out girls." She adds.
"I was that obvious?!" I say mortified at my apparently obvious gawking. "Ugh!" I bury my head in my hands. "You're okay with this? It doesn't freak you out or anything?" I ask, suddenly getting panicky.
"Why would it freak me out? I mean now I will have to lock my door at night because you might sneak in and make out with me, but I guess I will just have to live with that."
"You're an ass Quinn!" I say and smack her with a pillow.
"No, but seriously. Santana, I'm really proud of you. This can't be easy for you."
I lower my head and stare down at my hands. "I- it's not. I mean, I've tried to deny it for so long. I don't know. It actually felt really good to say it out loud."
Quinn nods her head in understanding. She knows what it's like to have to keep something a secret. When she got pregnant at sixteen, she was so afraid of telling anyone because of what they would think about her.
Quinn didn't really have the option to keep it a secret though. People could just look at her and they would know. They would judge her before they even heard her story. It became what defined her for a really long time.
I guess that's why I didn't want to come out. I don't want people thinking they know all about me before they even have the opportunity to really know me. I didn't want me being gay to be the only thing people knew about me.
But Quinn's reaction is really the only one I cared about anyway. My family's opinion means a lot to. I guess I'm going to have to deal with that eventually, but I'll cross that bridge when I get there.
Brittany is also important, but that's pretty obvious.
I can feel the grin sneak its way across my face again. God, even when she isn't here, she has me wrapped around her finger.
"Who's the lucky lady?" Quinn pipes from next to me.
"W-what?"
"Oh come on Santana, I know that look. I used to get that look when I thought about Puck. So, spill."
I don't know how she does this. Should I tell her its Brittany? I decide that I have to. I have wanted to tell her, someone, about this for what seems like forever now.
"Um...it's- It's Brittany." I say quietly.
"That's two for two for Quinn!" Quinn practically yells at me.
"I-," I stare at her with my mouth agape.
Quinn answers me before I have time to question her again. "I'm your best friend. I know things." She states.
"Quinn!" I shout. I shake my head. "Why didn't you say anything?!" I exclaim.
"Yeah, because you wouldn't have dented it." She says sarcastically. "I knew you would tell me when you were ready." She says more seriously. "And plus, It was always fun torturing you about Brian. You always got so agitated."
I give her an evil glare. "You jerk! Ugh! I wanted to kill you everyone you brought him up." Seriously I hated it.
"Sorry," she shrugs her shoulders. "So, have you guys done anything yet?" She clasps her hands together in front of her face.
I smile at Quinn's excitement. I don't understand why she's so excited, there is nothing to be excited about.
"We- she kissed me." I finally say.
Look, I may be a cold-hearted bitch most of the time, but I am still human. I need to talk to someone about this because I have almost exploded with so much happiness lately. I need to get it out.
Quinn squeals again and if she doesn't stop doing that I am going to slap her.
"Aww, that's adorable." She gushes. "Okay, so are you guys a thing? Or?"
"I don't know, Quinn," I sigh. We're not really anything. We're not dating. She's not my girlfriend. "I don't think I'm ready for that yet. It's too scary."
"Santana," Quinn says sympathetically, "do you want to be with her?" I nod because I do. I really do. This is just so new and frightening. "She makes you happy. I see the difference in you when she is around."
Brittany does make me happy. The happiest actually.
"She told me she wouldn't push me into anything I wasn't ready for. And we have a date Friday night." My face actually feels like it's going to fall off right now from smiling so much.
"A date?" She wiggles her eyebrows.
"Well, it's just dinner." I say and look down to my lap a little embarrassed though I don't really know why.
Quinn gets that weird look on her face again, the one that makes me want to slap her, but before I have the opportunity, Quinn leans in and gives me another hug. "You deserve to be happy, Santana." I have to swallow the lump that forms in my throat.
I can't help the tears that suddenly slip from my eyes. I can't help it because I'm so overwhelmed right now. I just came out to my best friend. The same best friend that I thought would ruin me if she ever found out about this in high school.
I have spent so much time trying to push this feeling away, to stop myself from experiencing true happiness because I was so damn afraid.
I wrap my arms tighter around Quinn, needing something to calm me down. I bury my face further into her. "Quinn, you- thank you for being okay with this." I let out muffled into her shirt.
Quinn rubs her hands up and down my back, trying to calm me down. "Santana, I would love you no matter what," she says pushing me back a little so she can look at my face. "You are my best friend. Besides, you did the same for me when I found out I was pregnant. You gave me a place to stay when my parents kicked me out. You listened to all my sob stories about Beth all these years and you've helped me time and time again when I thought I couldn't go on, when I went down that path of self-destruction. You are always there for me, Santana and I will always be here for you too."
I let out a strangled cry at Quinn's words. She pulls me back into a hug, "You're going to be okay," she says into the top of my head.
/
"I can't believe you knew." I shake my head in disbelief.
Quinn and I have been sitting in the kitchen for the past hour talking about everything that happened over the past few days.
"You really need to be more careful with your leering, Santana."
"I don't leer!" I say defensively.
"Yes, you do. I'm surprised that I didn't know you liked Brittany sooner with the way you are always 'secretly' checking her out." She puts air quotes around secretly.
"Ugh," I groan.
Quinn laughs at my response, but then she turns serious. "So, does your dad know?" She asks.
I shake my head. "No, you are the first person I said it out loud to."
"You didn't even tell Brittany?" She asks.
"We'll, I'm sure Brittany knows," I give her a pointed look, "but no, I haven officially told anyone besides you."
Quinn puts her hand over her heart. "Wow." She breathes.
"Yeah."
"So when did you know you liked Brittany?" Quinn asks with a huge grin.
I smile too because just her name makes me happy.
"Well, when I first saw her, she pushed me into a door, so I was kind of mad, but nowhere near how mad I would have been if it was someone else. I think it was her eyes that caught me off guard or something."
"So, she ran into you? Before you even met?"
"Yeah, while I was going to the bathroom."
"Okay, go on." Quinn clasps her hands together and holds them at her chest.
"When I came over to help move her stuff into her room, her dad called and was talking to her about her mom. She started to cry and when she got off the phone I didn't know what to do. You know me and feelings don't mix."
"Ain't that the truth." Quinn sighs.
I shoot her a glare and she shuts up.
"Anyway, so I tried to comfort her. It turned into me just wanting to kiss her."
"After you just met?" She asks with her eyebrows raised.
"Yeah, well you interrupted our moment, so,"
"I had a feeling," Quinn says mostly to herself.
"Liar. You just told me you didn't know I liked her yet." I say but I'm still smiling like crazy. It's nice to talk to someone about all of this.
"That was one of those moments though, that you look back on and just know. You know?"
I go on with my story and tell Quinn about everything that happened over the weekend.
"Sounds like you really like her."
"I do. She is so sweet. I just don't know if I'm ready for a relationship." I shrug my shoulders.
"I understand. Is it because you are afraid of what other people will say?"
"No- I mean, that's scary too and everything, but as long as the people I care about are okay with it, then so am I."
"So then what's keeping you from dating Brittany?"
"I'm afraid I'm going to hurt her." I say in a small voice. "I don't want to hurt her. Ever. You know how stupid I get when I'm scared. And I don't exactly have the best track record when it comes to dating."
"No, you don't," she laughs, "but I do know that when you really care about someone, you will make sure nothing hurts them." Quinn reaches across the table and grabs one of my hands in hers. "Santana, I've been your friend for years and, aside from our fiasco in high school, you have never hurt me. You even stick up for Rachel, and that says a lot about how much you care about your friends."
I pull a tight-lipped smile, my eyes welling up with tears again. It just means so much to me that Quinn is okay with everything.
I start getting choked up again, so I try to divert the subject away from me. "So, what happened to you and Puck?" I ask getting up to pour myself a cup of coffee. I'm still so tired from all the driving.
Quinn shrugs. "I thought a lot about what you said. Puck is a great guy. He really is, but he's better when we are just friends."
"Look at us. Growing up and moving on." I say to Quinn. A smile spreads across her face.
/
It's been less than a day since I've seen Brittany and I feel like one of those girls in those stupid romantic comedies who can't get enough of their boyfriends and end up spending every second thinking about them.
I'm allowed to think of Brittany like that though because she is just that awesome.
My phone vibrates in my pocket.
I smile because I know exactly who it is.
Britt: San, help!
Help what?
Britt: Rachel has been singing Don't Rain on my Parade for the past hour. I am losing my mind! S.O.S
I heard that song so much in glee club I could probably sing it backwards.
Tell her there are a group of lonely old folks down the road and they need some cheering up.
One minute later...
Britt: Wow, she's gone. Peace and quiet. Thanks :)
No problem ;)
Britt: B)
I stare at my phone for a moment before I reply.
What the hell is that?!
Britt: It's a cool face. I thought we were doing faces now.
Oh, lol.
It takes a few minutes before I get another reply.
Britt: A drowning person! Nice one Santana. I can't think of anymore. You win... This time.
I let out a loud laugh. Brittany's mind always comes up with the most interesting things.
I gotta get to class. I'll see you soon ;)
Britt: Have fun! See you for our date Friday :(
I don't even have time to read the full message before my phone vibrates again.
Britt: I MEANT :)
I smile and put the phone in my pocket before walking into the lecture hall for class.
This is probably one of the most boring classes I have ever taken and its mostly because my professor is ancient. He also speaks in a monotone voice, which doesn't really help anything.
I am sitting in my biology class, alone in the very back row because I really don't want to be here today. I never really do, but today I just want to get out of here.
I am sitting there waiting for class to start when I see someone out of the corner of my eye come and sit by me. I turn to my right and see that its Brian.
"Hey Santana," Brian greets me, while throwing his stuff into the seat in front of him.
I greet him back with a short hi while writing something in my notebook to try and make it seem like I was busy.
"Can I talk to you?" he says completely ignoring my attempt to look busy, or just not caring.
I inwardly sigh and turn my body to face him.
"What?"
"What has been up with you lately?" he says sharply.
"Did you come over here just to grill me?" I spit out.
Ever since he tried to kiss me I have been really on edge around him.
"No," he smiles, "I just came over here to ask if you wanted to go to a party on Friday night?"
"Brian,"
"Look," he cuts me off, "I was a jerk the other night and I'm sorry. I just want to make it up to you." He looks at me with hopeful eyes.
"I have plans Friday night," I tell him.
His body deflates a little. "What about another night? Can I take you out another night?" he tries.
"Brian, I don't think that's a good idea."
"Why?" he asks.
"We're friends."
"And," he says.
"And that's how it's gotta stay." I say. I am tired of beating around the bush with him.
"Oh," he lowers his head. "Okay, that's fine. I- uh, I'll see you around," he says before getting up and walking out of class.
Those kinds of talks are never fun, but sometimes they need to happen.
I let out a loud sigh and sink back into my seat.
Can it be Friday yet?
Okay, so i meant to get this up two days ago. I blame it on all the feels I got from Thursday night.
Do you guys like the pace of the story so far? Sometimes I feel like its going too fast and other times I feel like it's not fast enough. I have a few different directions I am thinking of taking this story.
Thanks again for reading :)
Let me know what you think.