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Two weeks later
A loud 'oomph' escapes my throat when Santana pushes me onto my bed. Her lips greedily attach back to mine, sucking the lower one and lightly biting it. I roam my hands up and down her sides and squeeze her hips which makes her moan in my mouth. Santana's lips break away from my and latch onto neck, instantly finding the part that makes my body shiver. She trails kisses up to my ear, takes it into her mouth and twirls her tongue around it. I can't help the moan that tumbles from my lips.
"Better keep it down or someone hear." Santana whispers hotly into my ear. I let out a sigh.
"I know we both agreed to wait, but it's getting really difficult to resist you." It's been two weeks since our very successful first date and since then it's been nothing but perfect. Santana and I have hung out almost every day in secret places that she's found over the years. The first place we went was an old room in The Halls that no one – not even the teachers – knows about. Then there was this small opening which was near our houses with a river running through it. We had a picnic there once or twice. Last was a tree house in the forest. I know that it's forbidden or whatever to go out there, but because of Santana's teleportation gift, we can get there without having to walk through the forest.
I have gotten to know lots about her too. Her parents were always working because they were doctors, but she knew that they loved her and always tried to spend time with her when they weren't at work. A few weeks after she disappeared to go to McKinley, her parents held a small funeral for their daughter. That got me thinking if my family would do something like that for me. Santana told me about how she discovered her ability. It was when she went swimming one day with her friends in a lake. Something wrapped around her leg and she couldn't break free. She said that she was under water for so long that she gave up, stopped struggling and just prayed to die already, but when she opened her eyes, she was in her bedroom. Two days later the guys from McKinley showed up.
"I know," She softly says back, "But we have to get to school." Rolling off my bed, Santana stands up and fixes her cheerios uniform. My eyes roam over her body and she giggles. "I better get going." She says, her smile dropping a bit. Santana was still uncomfortable telling anyone about us and I understand, it's just I wish I could hold her hand in public or kiss her whenever I feel like it. We have yet to make it official that we're girlfriends and it makes me wonder if Santana actually wants to be with me. She says that is the girls in her house found out that we were even friends; they'd kick her off the team. "Meet me later?"
"Of course." I reply giving her only last kiss on the lips before she teleports back to her house. I make my way down to the kitchen where most of the people in the house are and grab a cup of coffee.
"Hey," Quinn greets me as I sit on a swingy chair, "excited for the first day of school?" She asks and, dare I say it, but I actually am. I've wanted to know what school here would be like ever since we arrived.
I pull the cup of coffee from my lips and nod, "Yeah, I actually am." I see Puck walk into the room and turn to wiggle my eyebrows at Quinn. Blush spreads across her face and I laugh to myself. They had gotten really close over the past few weeks. She told me that he was training her how to fight one day and they kissed. It makes me wish that I could tell her about Santana. I'm pretty sure Quinn already knows that something is going on between us. Everyone else in the house has no idea.
A laugh breaks me from my thoughts and I see Kurt with his head thrown back in laughter. Blaine sits very close beside him and continues telling his story about a guy in his house who got caught sneaking a duck into his house. The Warblers were one of the houses that often got chosen to compete in the end of year games for the McKinley cup. They've even won it a few times. Blaine's uniform catches my eye. He is wearing a black blazer with red around the edges and The Warblers symbol stitched into the breast pocket. It looks good. Mike told me that some houses wear uniforms during school to make them easier to recognise. The Warblers have their blazers and the cheerio's have their short skirts. Some other house also wears other stuff, but in my house it's just wear whatever you want.
"Ready to go?" Rachel asks. She promised to help me out on my first day.
"Yeah." I reply grabbing my bag that was filled with books that Mr Schue gave me. I look around for Quinn, but see her already heading out the door with Puck. I send her a smile which she happily returns.
The weather is still very warm and I watch students walk around with shorts on. Quinn and I have also gotten close with everyone in our house. It's strange because we're all so different yet we work so well together. Like Rachel and Finn. They are noting alike; Rachel loves Broadway while Finn loves football and they somehow managed to become a couple.
Rachel and I make small talk for a few minutes before walking up to the doors of The Halls. I've gotten to know my way around here, but it still confuses me sometimes because it's so big. Instead of turning right – the way to the training fields – we turn left which leads us into the lockers. In my hand I have my locker number and quickly find it. Rachel's is only a few down from mine.
"Here let me see your timetable." She says and I pull it out of my bag. In one day we have five classes altogether. One of the five is all about different abilities that McKinley has seen over the years and stuff like that. The rest are just normal ones like Maths and Science. Probably because we still need to learn things like that. "We have first period English together." She says smiling and I thank god that I'm not going to have to make new friends.
We begin walking to English and Rachel asks, "Do you know what's going on with Quinn and Puck?"
"I'm not sure," I reply, "But I'm certain that they like each other. How's Finn?"
"He's great! You know, it's coming up to our six month anniversary. I'm going to do something special for him." Rachel's face brightens up at the mention of her boyfriend and I can see how badly she loves him. "So do you have someone special?"
I let out a shaky laugh, trying my best not to give myself away. "No, not really." I say, but I wish I could tell her about Santana.
She looks up at me with a known smile.
My eyebrows twitch up in confusion. "What?" I ask.
"It's nothing," Rachel replies, "You do realize I know about you and Santana?"
I stop in my tracks. How does she know? Oh god, Santana is going to flip. "How do you know?" I say nervously. Does anyone else know? Did Rachel tell anyone?
"Oh please, I've known since that night I invited you to go to the movie night." That long? My heart beat picks up. "Don't worry, I haven't told anyone. You're secret is safe with me." A sigh of relief passes my lips.
"Thanks for not telling anyone, Rachel. I really appre-"
Before I can finish my sentence, a cold substance is dripping from my face. And when I say cold, I mean freezing cold. When I look up I see two large guys holding empty slushy cups in their hands, laughing. Behind them stand a few Cheerios one of which is the girl Kitty. Rachel has also been hit by the coldness and there is red ice in her hair. My eyes begin to sting like hell and it's not just from tears.
"Welcome back, losers!" One of the guys shouts then high fives the other.
Rachel grabs my arm and drags me into toilets. In there we see Tina and Mercedes already washing their own slushy facials off. "You too?" Tina asks. I nod and they offer me a towel to clean the red off my face.
"You're officially one of us." Mercedes says and I can't help but laugh. Now I finally get why Kurt hates those guys.
Luckily, my top isn't ruined so I keep it on, but Rachel's is completely soaked through. "These are the days I'm thankful that I keep a spare top in my locker." She leaves the toilets to go get it and I suddenly feel sorry for all the times they've been through this.
"This sucks." I say, wiping some ice of my cheek.
"You'll get use to it." Tine replies. I wonder if Santana has ever thrown a slushy at someone.
By the time we make it out of the toilets it's time for class. As Rachel and I head towards English, I catch Santana looking at me from across the hall. She mouths the words 'sorry' even though it wasn't her who done this. I send her a small smile and walk on.
"She's never thrown one, if that's what you're wondering." Rachel says as we enter the room and take our seats at the back.
"What?" I reply while reaching into my back and grabbing a new book to write my notes in.
"Santana," She explains, "She's never thrown a slushy at any of us." A few more people walk into the room and the only ones I recognise is Mike and Sam. They wave at us as they sit. I feel something like relief being lifted off my shoulder. Santana may look like a bad person because of who she hangs around with, but she's good at heart. Really good.
"She's not a bad person." I softly say back.
"I know." Replies Rachel. The teacher walks in and the lesson begins.
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"I can't believe you got slushied!" Quinn exclaims over her sandwich. We are sitting in the cafeteria with the rest of our friends eating lunch. Quinn and I had last period together, but the teacher – Miss James – got super angry if you talked. As it turns out, school here is exactly the same as back home. Same kind of people, same angry teachers and she level of popularity. And, for some unknown reason, I don't hate it. I think it's because it reminds me of what it used to be like.
"It was so cold, you would have died!" I say knowing how Quinn hates the cold. Sam turns to her and they begin talking as I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. I take it out, seeing I have a message for Santana. My eyes scan the room to find her, but she is nowhere to be seen. Opening the text I read 'Meet me in the old room?' I smile, loving the fact that it's one of our special places. I text back 'yeah' and excuse myself to go to the toilet.
Speed walking down the almost empty hall, I count the doors up until I reach number eight. This room hasn't been used in years due to some kid accidently creating a big hole in the ground when he got angry. Perks of being in a school with superhuman students. There is a big file cabinet that is easy to move because it has wheels. I move it out of the way to reveal another smaller door and open it up. Inside, Santana is sitting on the couch as the small light illuminates the room. I close the door behind me, making her look up.
"Hey." Santana says, standing up and wrapping her arms around me. I bury my face in her neck and inhale her scent. She always smells so good; I can't tell exactly what it is though. I love hugging Santana. She makes me feel safe.
"Hi." I whisper in her ear. She pulls back and sits back on the couch. I sit next facing her and she takes my hand, drawing little shapes on my skin.
"I'm really sorry about what happened today." Her voice is quite and I can tell she is being sincere.
I sigh. "It's not your fault, San." Her brown eyes look into mine.
"I should have at least helped you and Rachel." I simper. My heart swells at what she says. "Why are you smiling?" She quizzes.
"I just really, really like you." I tell her.
Santana leans forward and cresses my cheek with one of her hands. "I really, really like you too, Britt." She closes the distance between us and kisses me. It's not like the kisses we shared this morning. This was different, more meaningful and slow. I relax into the kiss and place my hands onto her hip. Santana breaks away and rests her forehead against mine, our eyes still closed. "Be my girlfriend." She whispers. I open my eyes to make sure this is real.
"What?" I say in disbelief.
Santana pulls her head back and looks me in the eyes. "Britt," She starts, "I want you to be my girlfriend." My mouth opens, but nothing comes out. Santana titter a bit. "Is that a yes?" I nod my head up and down, earning another laugh from her.
I crash my lips back into hers. I don't care how long I have to wait to tell people about us. Santana is my girlfriend and that's all I care about, even if only we know.
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