It's been a while since we had that fight in my bedroom. A while; as in a month. She's been giving me weird looks at school every day since. Like, I get to class and there's Santana sitting across the lab table just tapping her pencil and staring blankly at me. The look she gives me, it's far from a glare but not really a stare. I've never really been looked at like this by anyone and as weird as it is, and as much as it freaks me out that she just watches me. I kind of like the attention.
"Can you stop looking at me?" I mumbled to myself as I continued working on my Chemistry worksheet. I refused to look up because I knew she'd still be watching me.
"I'm not staring at you, for you information," She said back to me in a sassy tone. When I looked up she was looking out into the hallway to my left.
"Okay. I can't," I looked up from my work and packed my stuff into my backpack.
"Britt, don't."
"Mr. Parker, can I change lab groups? I can't work well at this table right now." I asked our teacher right as I heard Santana say something, which I ignored.
"Sure, no problem Brittany. There's an open seat over there, next to Artie." I moved across the classroom and introduced myself to my new table. The boy to my right is Artie, he's the guy in the wheelchair whose dating Mike's "soulmate", Tina. Then across from us are these two cheerios girls Hannah and Jennette.
I looked up from getting to know Hannah, Artie, and Jennette, when I heard Mr. Parker asking Noah and Mike if they knew where Santana had gone. I looked around and realized that Santana was no longer in the classroom. I shouldn't care, right? But for some reason I couldn't stop thinking about her, and where she had gone. I'd never admit it to her, but really, I do hate the fighting between us. Ever since that first day of school we've been inseparable, Santana and me. And it sucks that I'm so caught up about her kissing me, but I can't help the way that I feel about her, and I just want her to be honest with me.
At Cheer practice we had to partner up with our partners from the first practice to stretch and go over the routines. So of course, that means Santana and I will have to talk at some point during this practice.
"Okay, let's just get this done so that you and Puck can do whatever you do, without feelings of course. Plus, then I can go home and not have to talk to you." I said as Santana approached me. Gosh, I can really be a bitch when she's around. What the heck is wrong with me?
"You think that I want to be here with you Brittany? Really, you believe that? I had one real friend here and she's the only person in this in entire school that's treating me like shit. So no, I don't want to talk to you any more than you want to talk to me." I started to walk away.
Coach Sylvester was coming our way and began to yell through her mega phone, "What's going on here? Why are you the only two people on this whole squad that think they don't have to warm up and practice like everyone else."
"Well Coach, you're right we aren't practicing and that's because, we're already done. You see, Brittany's already the best dancer on this team and me, well I don't really need much practice. I've been cheering since before I could walk." Santana bragged to Coach Sylvester, as I busied myself, trying to hide my blushing. The fact that Santana thinks I'm the best dancer really made my heart race. Like she pays enough attention to me to know that I'm that good. Even though, I'm mad at her, I can't help but feel slight butterflies when she talks about me like that. Butterflies like the ones I had back when I heard her singing at her mailbox during the summer. Butterflies like I've never felt before.
"Can't argue with that logic." Coach Sylvester stated, "But don't think I haven't noticed how dysfunctional you two have become. I'm not sure what's going on here but I'm giving you the rest of practice to go to my office and talk it out and fix it. If either of you come back to practice tomorrow with this tension between you, I'm benching you for the next 4 football games. You're pathetic scrawny asses will be sitting on the sideline, taking turns hitting the play button on the stereo with Q. Are we clear?"
"Crystal"
"Okay." Santana and I mumbled at the same time, as Coach Sue was turning away.
As we walked to the Coaches office neither of us said a word. Santana unlocked the door and I followed her in, closing the door behind me.
"So..." Santana started.
"Don't do that." I said
"What?"
"Don't act like you don't know what we're fighting about. You always play innocent and it's just frustrating." I replied to her.
"Okay, wanna know the truth Brittany. Here's the truth. You've been nothing but rude to me lately, you moved away from me in Chem, you ignore everything I try to say to you and you don't even fucking look at me anymore. B, You're doing it right now." I looked up from the floor and realized that I really had been just sitting here blankly, as if I'm tuning her out.
"Sorry..." I mumbled.
"Of course, if I say I'm sorry for something I'm a liar and I don't even mean it. But you can bat your eyes and give me that cute look at you think I'll just let it go. But I won't."
"Woah woah woah," I stood up, "Are you really thinking that you can compare me looking at the floor while you're talking to me to how you kissed me, not once but twice, without even given a rats ass how I would feel about it? Because you can't compare the two. Yours is a little more serious than me just not making eye contact when you're talking to me, don't ya think?" I cannot believe she just tried to pull that BS.
"I don't get why it's a big deal okay? Just forget about it! Why cant we just be friends again?!" She shouted, and I rolled my eyes.
"Why can't I forget about it? Because you kissed me. It's not like some random person just came up and stole my first kiss. It's you Santana. That's why it's a big deal to me." I blurted out.
"Wait what?" She started to back away from me. "Brittany do you like have feelings for me? Because like, we're just friends. you know? Like you're my best friend here for sure, but that's all we are." She seemed like she was so repulsed by the idea of me liking her.
"What? No no no no way. That's not at all what I meant. I just meant like you know, cause we're so close that it's weird to do stuff like that. Stuff like kiss." Nice save Pierce, nice.
Santana then took my left hand in hers and said, "Britt, don't get me wrong, you're a catch. But I'm with Noah. and I know you and Mike are meant to be, so I'm not gonna get in the way of that. Don't worry about it though, the whole kissing thing. It won't ever happen again." Ignoring what she said about Mike and I being meant for each other, I felt like I had finally gotten the answers I needed; and now Santana and I could go back to being friends. Yet I felt the butterflies die. They stopped fluttering and a numbing pain started to rise in my chest.
"Oh, okay. So like we're okay now I guess?" I asked, trying to suppress a groan from the pain growing inside me.
"You're telling me." Santana said before she leaned in and hugged me.
The bell rang signalling that it's 6 o'clock and all after school activities were done for the day.
"Well, Puck's in the parking lot waiting so I've gotta go..." She lingered when she said the word go.
"San-" I began but I stopped myself. I wanted to tell her to stay, to stay in my arms and just let me hold her. I wanted to stop her from being with Puck anymore because the idea of her with anyone else made me sick. But I couldn't say any of that. Because that's not the kind of things friends say to each other. Friends don't get massive crushes on their other friends. So I just smiled.
"I'll see you tomorrow okay? Do you want to have a sleepover tomorrow night?" I nodded. "Your house? You get movies. I'll bring food."
That's all she said before she left me in Coach Sylvester's office. I stayed in there for a little while. I laid on the couch thinking for a bit before I realized that my mom was definitely getting fed up with me being late from leaving practice. I rushed to the locker room to change and then sprinted to the car so my mom wouldn't have to wait any longer but of course, she wasn't even here yet. So I sat on the bench next to the parking lot.
I was at home eating dinner when my phone starting to ring in my pocket. My parents are really laid back so I left the table and went out on the back porch to answer the call.
"THEY BROKE UP!" Someone screamed into the phone, I didn't recognize the number but I knew that voice anywhere.
"Mike?" I asked, even though I already knew it was him.
"Yeah, Tina and Artie, they finally broke up! You have to help me ask her out and I need to do it soon. Can you think of something and tell me tomorrow so I can do it after the game tomorrow night?" Crap, I totally forgot that there's a game tomorrow. It's the first home game of the season, so that definitely means that everyone's gonna be there.
"Sure Mike, of course I'll help you. What else are friends for? But hey we're in the middle of dinner so I'll think of something and we'll talk later alright?"
"Thanks so much boo! You're the best. PS. tell the 'rents I said hey." Then he hung up. I don't mind helping Mike because I knew that if I needed him to do something for me, he would do it without a second thought. So I kind of owe it to him to be the same way. But thinking of a cute way for Mike to ask out Tina just adds to the things I have to. I have to do homework, practice cheer routines (because we didn't do it at all during practice tonight), call Santana and listen to her vent about how amazing Puck is in bed (and try not to puke), find the perfect not too romantic but not too scary movies for Santana and I to watch tomorrow night, get through the school day without telling Santana how I feel, then if we win tomorrow night Puck is gonna throw his annual season opener house party, which means he and Santana are gonna get drunk and hook up, and then on top of all of that I still have to watch American Horror Story tonight, with Lord Tubbington, so that he can fall asleep. It's gonna be a long night, but an even longer day tomorrow.