First I would like to say sorry for the wait. I haven't really felt like writing. Also, is anyone watching PLL tonight? I'm so excited to find out who A is! Anyway tell me what you want to happen cause I honestly don't know where this is going. Review/fav/follow :)
The metal in my hand feels cold and heavy. I've used a few times gun before. Once when was with my dad and we shot cans of the wall. The other time was when I killed the hunter. I shake my head to rid the thought out of my mind. A voice booms though a megaphone, almost hurting my ears it's just that loud.
"Listen up, weepy losers!" Coach Sylvester yells. I look around me. At least thirty people have volunteered to go out to find the hunters base. The only people I know are Puck, Finn, Mike, Tina, Rachel and Santana. I hate the image of Santana getting hurt, but as soon as I told her I was going, she insisted that she goes to. "In exactly one month we are going out to find the hunters. It has come to my attention that some of you," Sue looks at some kid – Jacob someone? – and then continues, "are not exactly in the correct shape to go out into a serious mission like this." Over that past month I've gotten better in training. I learnt how to completely control fire, yet I still have to talk to Blaine about the whole water from the sink thing. "For this reason, I will be carefully selecting a team of fifteen to go out. Training starts now!"
In front of us are large targets in the shape of a body. The guns we were given are the size of half my arm. They are filled with pellets, not real bullets which I am thankful for when I see that Jacob kid accidently shoot himself in the leg. Bringing it up to my shoulder feels awkward and unnatural.
"Britt," Santana whispers from beside me. I see her holding her gun like she was an expert. "Put it on top of your shoulder like this," San turns her body and I can see how she holds it and I copy her actions. It instantly feels less weird.
"Thanks." I whisper back and she just winks at me.
Closing one eye, I aim at the target opposite me. My finger closes around the trigger and I shoot. The force surprises me and pushes me back slightly. I search to see that I hit the edge of the target. I sigh.
"Brittany!" Sue yells from behind me. "You think this is hard?" I mentally thank God that everyone else is too busy shooting to hear Sue. "Try skydiving into a flaming pit of hungry tigers. That's hard!" I aim and shoot again, this time hitting closer to the centre.
After fifteen minutes Sue makes us move on to jogging around the track.
"Hey Britt." Rachel says as she runs beside me. "Where were you yesterday." A light blush spreads across my cheeks.
"Um...Just hanging out with San." I jog a little faster, hoping that Rachel drops it.
Yesterday was perfect. After we 'watched a movie' Santana ordered pizza and we just cuddled for a while. I must be the luckiest person in the world.
"Just hung out?" Rachel comments while matching my speed. I nod my head, slightly out of breath. "Okay then." She titters.
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Training was brutal. Everything hurts. My legs, my arms, everything. And the worst part is that I have to go again in two days. It's worth it though. At least I'll be able to help people.
Standing outside Quinn's door, I knock twice. I haven't had the chance to talk to her yet about her date with Puck because I got back late and had to leave early. I hear a light 'come in' and open the door. Quinn is lying on her bed reading.
"Hey," I greet her, "What are you reading?"
She looks at the front cover before saying, "The mortal instruments. It's good, you'd like it." I have already read those books more than once and just agree with her.
"How was your date?" I ask sitting beside her.
I see a small smile tugging on her lips. "It was amazing." Quinn puts the book down and tells me about it. Puck brought her on a romantic picnic on top of this large hill that looks over most of McKinley. It's cute the way she talks about him, like he's the best guy ever. I wonder if I talk about Santana like that. "Rachel told me you hung out with Santana yesterday." She wiggles her eyebrows. Of course Rachel would tell her.
"Yea we watched a movie and got pizza." I reply trying to keep my voice steady. Quinn eyed me like she was deciding if I'm lying or not.
"So you two haven't..."
"Oh my God, Quinn stop." I cover my face with my hands to try and hide the blush.
Quinn just giggles in response. "Oh come on Britt. I'm just kidding." I pull my hands down and glare at her. "It's not liked you'd do that anyway." She says and my body goes tense. I force a laugh out to seem less awkward. I didn't plan on sleeping with Santana, but I'm glad I did.
Someone knocks on the door and I'm thankful that we don't have to talk about this anymore. Mr Schue walks in and says, "House meeting in the living room." Quinn and I make our way downstairs were a few others are sitting.
"What's going on?" Quinn asks and I look over to Mercedes who just shrugs. We take a seat and soon after, the rest of the house walks in.
Mr Schue stands up and claps his hands together. "Okay," He starts, "So as you know, every year there is a competition to win the house cup. This year, the rules have changed." I've never really been told much about how the competition works, just that two houses are put against each other. "Instead of just choosing houses, Principle Figgins now wants everyone to have a chance. Each house will be tested, physically and mentally, and the one to come out with the highest score wins." The room bursts into whispers.
"What do you meant by tested? Like actual tests?" I ask, still confused as to what's happening.
"Mentally, yes. The questions will be like 'How would you handle this situation' and stuff like that." Great. There's no way I'll pass this. "But physically, it'll be like fighting, shooting and other drills." I've definitely gotten better at fighting, but I'll need more practise.
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A few hours later I meet up with Blaine to figure out what happened with me making the water come out of the sink. "Hey," I call over to him on the training field. "Thanks for meeting me."
Pulling me into a hug, he says, "No problem. So what's up?"
"I'm guessing Kurt already told you what I did to the sink in Quinn's bathroom?" I ask, raising my eyebrows. He nods in response. "I don't really know how I did it. It was kind of like the first time with the fire, but it my hands got colder instead of hotter."
Blaine thinks for a second before bending down to get something from his bag. "Take off your gloves," I do as he says. To be honest, I've gotten so use to wearing them that I don't even realize that they're on my hands. Blaine takes a bottle of water from his bag. "Maybe we could try to do the same with water as we did with fire."
He unscrews the bottle cap and I hold out my hands. The water dribbles out of the plastic and trickles down my arm, but I don't feel anything else. "I don't think it's working." I tell Blaine after a few seconds.
"Just concentrate." He replies. I shut my eyes and focus on the water. When I open them nothing has changed. "You just need some practise."
Half an hour later, I slump on the ground. "Nothing is working." I groan. "Maybe I didn't actually do that with the water and it was just a coincidence." I utter. "A really, really weird coincidence."
"Don't give up Britt. It took me two years to figure out how to use my gift." I sit up and look at Blain.
"Really?"
He laughs a little. "Yeah." He sighs and stands up. "I better get going, but we'll try again soon, okay?"
I get up too and grab my bags. "Okay, thanks by the way." Blaine gives me one last smile before walking away.
After I collect all of my stuff I walk into the Halls and towards my locker to get a book. There are still some students walking around, probably going to and from the library or meetings. I put in my combination and grab my book. As soon as I turn around, I'm met with an ice cold substance being thrown in my face. The air from my lungs is pushed out and I can feel the ice dripping down my face. To say the least, I hate being slushied. I can taste the blueberry and inwardly groan. Blueberry is the worst.
I hear laughs and know that it was Karofsky who threw it. "Loser." He says and walks away. Luckily, I learnt to always keep a towel in my locker and I reach into get it and begin drying my face. I walk into the girls toilets.
"Britt?" I hear. Pulling the towel from my eyes, I see Santana in her cheerleading uniform. She instantly runs over to me and begins helping me clean. "Who did this?" She asks angrily.
When I don't reply she takes the towel from my hands and looks at me seriously. I give in, "It was Karofsky."
"I'm so sick of that asshole." Santana mutters and then reaches for the door.
I wrap my hand around her arm. "Where are you going?" I question.
"To kick him in the balls." She says seriously and tries to walk away again.
I pull her back. "San, don't. They'll know something's up and you'll be at the top of their list." I voice, hating the idea of them taunting or slushing Santana.
"I don't care, Britt! You don't deserve to be treated this way!" I could hear the frustration in her voice. Lacing our fingers together, I squeeze her hand. "I just hate seeing people hurt you and not doing anything about it."
A small tear runs down her cheek and I brush it away with my thumb. "You being here is enough. I would take a slushie in the face every day if it meant that I could be with you even in secret." Santana steps closer to me and cups my cheek. "Don't," I say, "You'll get blueberry slushie on you."
"I don't care." She whispers while moving her lips to mine. As soon as they touch I feel light headed. Our kiss is soft and slow, just like our first kiss. "I love you." San utters.
My heart beats faster. "I love you so much Santana." I give her one last peck before pulling away. "I need to get a shower." Santana giggles, takes my other hand and in seconds we're in my bedroom. "I'll never get use to that."
"I'm gonna go get changed out of my uniform." Santana kisses my cheek and then leaves, saying she'll be back soon.
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"I'm telling you, I don't think Ian is really dead." I state as Santana brushes my hair. We've been discussing who we think 'A' is from Pretty Little Liars for the past twenty minutes.
San scoffs. "Britt, we saw his body. It's obviously Wren." I think about it for a second.
"He's British though." Santana just shrugs and pats my back telling me to move. I shuffle up the bed more and rest my back against the pillows. It's around 1am and Santana and I have been talking about random things for a few hours now. "Did you hear about the rule change for the house cup?" I ask.
"Yeah. I wonder what it's going to be like."
"War, probably. My house against the jocks house will be a bloodbath." San agrees with me. I feel my stomach rumble. "Wanna get some food? Everyone will be in bed by now."
"Okay." We get off the bed and make our way down the stairs quietly, trying not to wake anyone up. All the lights are off meaning no one is here, so we sneak into the kitchen and turn on the small lamp which lightly illuminates the room.
I look through the cupboards and finally find cereal. Holding up the two boxes, I ask Santana which one she wants and then pour it out into two bowls.
As we eat, we talk San asks me about training with Blaine and I tell her what happened – or didn't happen – and then I take the bowls and put them in the dishwasher.
"Britt, I was wondering if..." Santana visibly gulps and fidgets with the hem of her top, "Maybe it's time to tell the rest of your friends about us."
I stop what I'm doing and look at her. Santana's obviously nervous. "Are you sure?" Her eyes find mine. "We don't have to if you don't want." I remind her. I'd love it so much if the other knew about us, but I love Santana more and if that means not telling anyone, then I'm okay with it.
"I'm sure. I just want you to be happy."
"I am happy." I reply, "Extremely happy." I reach out and take both of her hands in mine; drawing small shapes with my thumb on her smooth skin.
"We should still tell them." She replies. I feel happiness bubble in my chest.
I wrap my arms around San and she laughs. "Thank you!" I breathe out. I pull back and kiss her, sucking her bottom lip in my mouth. A moan comes from her throat and her hands find my hips, lightly pushing me back against the counter. I drag my tongue along her lip and she opens her mouth letting me slip in. Our tongues dance together as Santana lifts me up and sets me on the counter while nudging my legs apart to stand between them. Her lips leave mine and brush along my jaw, making their way to my neck. I moan when she finds my pulse point and starts sucking on it.
All of a sudden the lights turn on and Santana jumps back in shock. Kurt and Blaine stand in the door way with their mouths slightly open.
A few moments pass and Kurt is the first to break the tension. "Well this explains a lot."
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