Hi! Got some Brittana in this chapter, not much, but the next chapter will have a lot more! Thanks for reading and I hope you review, fav or follow. :)
"She's overreacting." Quinn singsongs.
"No she's not! Those girls are bitches!" Kurt bites back.
"Ladies, can I just say everyone deserves a second chance." Adds in Rachel.
"Guys, can we stop talking like I'm not here for like half a second." I tuck my legs further into my chest as I listen to people in front of me argue. After I told them what had happened between Santana and I earlier today they all had an opinion on it. The four of us are sitting in the living room with the T.V on acting as background noise as we eat lunch. I bring the peanut butter sandwich closer to my mouth and watch Quinn and Kurt fight about who is right and who is wrong while Rachel munches on her salad.
Quinn has the opinion that Santana has done nothing wrong and that I had no reason to walk away from her. I understand where she is coming from; looking back on it I did kind of overreact. But then again I do agree with Kurt when he says all those girls are bitches. He told me that almost every week he takes a slushy to the face because everyone thinks our house is the 'Loser house.' And then Rachel does have a point when she says that I don't know Santana personally and that she could totally be a nice girl. At least I don't have to see her tomorrow because training only happens every other day. That gives me some time to decide if I should get to know her or not.
Talking to Santana had been easy. It's almost as if we have known each other our whole lives. I want to see her again, ask her about her abilities and how she got them, but a part of me doesn't trust her or anyone really. I want to see her dark eyes catch the light and change colour. I want to see the way her nose scrunches up when she smiles – really smiles – and hear a giggle bounce out of her mouth.
"Brittany?" A voice breaks me from my thoughts. Quinn is standing in front of me, looking at me with confusion.
"Sorry, what?" I ask.
"I asked if you would help me move some stuff in my room." I nod and stand up as Quinn leads the way to her room. It is slightly bigger than mine and has a window pointing toward the campus unlike mine which is pointing away from it. Her bed is to the right of the door and a wardrobe is opposite it. "Okay, so I was thinking that we could move the drawers against this wall-" Quinn points to the wall with the window, "–and move a long mirror here." She motions her hand to where the drawers had just been.
"You're pretty serious about this place, aren't you?" We grab the each end of the wooden set of drawers and begin pushing it out and against the wall.
"I have no choice," My heart breaks a little when Quinn says this. If it wasn't for me she wouldn't be in this situation, "I mean, I like it here. Sam told me about these amazing classes they do. I'd totally have this place as a first choice collage if it wasn't filled with super humans." She chuckles a bit.
When we finally get everything moved I sit on the small leather chair in the corner. "How was your day with Sam?" I ask, realising that we haven't talked about our days.
"I was good," She replies, "Really good. We walked around for a while and he should me around the school. Then we got coffee in this really cool cafe a few houses down." A smile takes hold of Quinn's face and I can see that she's happy. "I like it here Britt, really. I want to stay here and study, but I need to tell my parents that I'm alright and you do too. You know, we can't just disappear and have no one look for us." I silently agree with her, although the thought of going home makes me sick. Quinn sighs and says, "If I tell my parents that I'm fine then I'll stay here with you."
My eyes shoot open at this new information. "Really?" My face lights up and I rap my arms around Quinn. She laughs at my response and nods her head. "Wait, how are we supposed to get home and tell our parents without telling them where we went?" The question hangs in the air as we both start planning.
"No."
"You said we could leave anytime we want."
"This is different."
"How?"
Mr Schue sighs. Quinn and I decided that we just ask Mr Schue for help to get to her parents. Unfortunately, he says that we aren't allowed to leave and then come back because it means that not only us, but also the school will be in danger as people will be able to track where we go.
"These people, they're hunters. Once they get a taste of our power, they won't stop until they have every last drop. When you leave those gates you become a target to them, that's why McKinley encourages you to stay. So to have both of you leave and come back, the whole school will be put at risk. Do you understand?" I do. I understand completely, but Quinn needs to see her parents.
"Do you just expect me to drop my old life to stay here?" Quinn shouts, getting angrier by the second.
"No, that's why you have the choice to leave or stay, not leave and they come back!" Mr Schue stands on his feet and comes closer to us. "Listen, it's difficult, I know, but this is just a choice you have to make on your own." With that he gets up and leaves the kitchen.
I turn in my seat and face Quinn. She lets out a sigh of frustration and swears under her breath. "You could always just phone them." I suggest.
"No, I need to see them." A tear escapes the corner of her eye. "It's my parents Britt." Quinn and her parents are really close. She told me that growing up as an only child had been hard and her parents were always there for her, no matter what. I wish it was like that in my family.
"I'll find a way Q," I whisper, "I promise."
A promise is a sacred vow taken to ensure that one will do something or that a particular thing will happen. And I take promises very seriously. That is why I am here right now, going behind Mr Schue's back to fulfil the vow that I took to help Quinn. Standing in front of me is Finn; the giant who I recently discovered had super human strength, Sam, who can shape shift in to anyone you can think of and Mike, the guy with super speed.
"You want us to what?" Asks Sam. He has an unusually big mouth for his face, small blue eyes and blond hair which is Justin Bieber styled. We almost look like we're related.
"I need help to sneak home," Each of the boys look at me like I'm crazy, "It's just for a few hours and then we'll come back."
"We? Who else are you taking?" It's Mike who questions me this time. I can remember him from when Santana used her telekinesis to throw my fire his direction.
"Quinn." I reply simply. Sam's ears perk up at the mention of her name. If I didn't know any better, I'd think Sam has a crush on Quinn, but Quinn is the type of girl who doesn't waste her time with boys. When she sets a goal no one will get in her way of achieving it.
"I'm in." Says Finn who is wearing a cute half smile. I'm surprised by how easy it took him to agree. "Come on guys, don't you remember how it felt at the start? Just being thrown in here? I love it and everything, but I would give anything to see my mom. We should help them." I smile at Finn, thankful for his help. Once the other boys finally agree I let out a shriek of joy and thank them.
"We need Arties help." I think of the boy in the wheelchair and wonder how he can help us. Finn speaks up again to add, "He can create portals to send you anywhere in the world. It helps him with the whole not being able to walk thing." Portal creation. Awesome.
Artie is a good guy. He's really funny and super smart. Not as smart as Miss Pillsbury, but still smart in that nerdy 'I build robots in my garage' way. He agrees to help us because, and I quote 'This place is boring, yo. I need a little fun.' He made me laugh with his cute gangster impersonation.
All four boys and I are currently sitting in the kitchen discussing how to do this without getting caught by Mr Schue or hunters.
"I can create a portal to around where you live, but I don't know how close I can actually get without looking at it." I sigh. We could end up miles from our houses and then hunters could catch us. "We need a way for you to transport from the portal to your doorstep without being seen."
We could use a car, but then where are we going to get one? We could walk and risk being seen although I'd prefer not to be captured and possibly tortured by hunters.
"Santana," Sam says. I look up at him confused, "She can teleport to where you want to go." No. I still haven't decided if I want to be friends with her or not yet.
"What about me?" I spin on my heels almost as fast as Mike and see Santana herself leaning against the doorframe. Her eyes meet mine for a moment before I break the contact, too awkward to continue it.
"I- We where – I mean..."
"She means we need your help." Mike finishes my sentence and I feel the blood rush to my cheeks. Why can't I just be cool around people, say the right things, not stumble on my words like an idiot? "Why are you here anyway?" Mike questions.
Santana pushes herself off the doorframe and walks towards us. I can't help but notice her ripped black skinny jeans and a tank top that looks perfect on her. Her dark locks fall over her shoulder. She is one of the most beautiful people I have ever seen.
"I wanted to talk to Brittany." The way my name rolls of her tongue sends a shiver down my spine. Her eyes meet mine again and she nods her head in the direction out of the room and I follower her out and into the front yard. We sit on the seats that are by the table used to eat breakfast on during warm mornings. "So what did you want my help with?"
I shift in my chair, not knowing how to ask. "Quinn and I, we want to – ugh – go home for a while and then come back. Just to talk to her parents." I rub my hands on my jeans, trying to wipe of the dirt that isn't there. "We were wondering if you would help us teleport from a portal to Quinn's house."
Santana takes a second to think about it. "You know you're breaking the rules if you do this?" She asks.
"Yeah."
"And you could get in serious trouble for it?"
"Mm-hum"
She giggles and smiles at me. "Okay fine I'll help, but only if you forgive me for being a total bitch about Rachel." Her eyes drop to the metal table and her tone turns serious, "The girls in my house have changed me. They make me think that because I'm on top I can be a bitch to people not as popular. I hate the way it feels and every time I do or say something hurtful I regret it." A small tear escapes her eye and I lean over and wipe it away with the pad of my thumb. Santana's skin is soft. Her brown eyes met mine and she gives me a grateful smile.
I stand up and rap my arms around her, whispering in her ear that it's okay. She is the first to pull back, but our faces are still close. Close enough to kiss I think. Santana's eyes search mine again then drop to my lips. I can feel her hot breath mixing with mine and our noses touch. What am I doing? I move my body back quickly and fake a cough.
"S-So you'll help us?" I stutter. Santana looks hurt and I feel bad. I wanted to kiss her, so why didn't I? Was it because she's a girl? I don't think so. I'm so stupid.
"Yeah, we'll talk more tomorrow." With that she runs down the steps and over to her house. I watch her the whole way until I can no longer see her. I mentally slap myself. Why didn't I just kiss her? I ask myself again. I let out a long sigh and shuffle back into the house. At least I'll see her tomorrow.
There it is. More in a few days. :)