Don't know how to feel about this chapter. I'll let you decide!
Title: Darling, You'll Be Okay
Rating: M
Summary: You let out a deep sigh as you pull your jacket closer to your body because the air seems to have gotten colder since she went back inside. You're not too sure of what exactly just happened, but you're pretty sure that you somewhat made a friend. Girl-Peen.
Disclaimers: This story is loosely based off of The Perks Of Being A Wallflower AND the song Mine (which Naya Rivera rocked). I own no characters, except for the ones I create. Nor should I have credit for some of the similarities between the two things stated above.

REVIEW ANSWERING TIME :D (For the ones I can answer... haha)
SuperCarmen: Thanks for the review. And yeah, I haven't read a lot of stories with G!P Brittany, so I wanted to switch things up a bit.

runephoenix6769: I did Intend to do that. Because I tricked you! I wanted every one to believe that Santana was the one being picked on because she's also the one that sang Mine, but I tricked you! HA! I feel accomplished. But glad you like it :)

Guest: yes, Santana is older than Brittany. Santana is in college and Brittany is in high school. You'll read it down there vvv

To everyone else who reviewed, I love you guys. You guys rock :)

It's Friday night and your sister thought it'd be a good idea if you two went to your school's football game since she thinks you need out of the house more. You're just shocked that she's willing to be seen with you because you recall from your freshman year that she wouldn't let you sit with her and her boyfriend at lunch.

You assume your parents asked her to be nice and include you in something since you usually just keep to yourself, but no matter what her intentions are, you're thankful that you're not going to some stupid football game by yourself. Then again, you figured you wouldn't even go in general because you're not social at all and this is a social event.

Either way, you're happy to be spending time with someone, even if they are just family. You and your sister, Kaitlyn, show up at your high school together, arm in arm and instantly, all eyes are on you. You wonder if some people are staring at you because there is a girl (who just so happens to be your sister, but you doubt they know that) attached to your arm or if it's because there is someone even touching you in general, male or female. You shake off the looks as you and Kaitlyn find a spot on the bleachers.

She tries to make small talk with you, but you don't really know how to answer half of her questions truthfully.

"So, you've been good here, right, Brittany?"

You shrug. Yeah, you've been good. You haven't gotten bad, yet, or at least you don't think. You haven't been moping around your bedroom for months and you definitely are trying to be social, but it's not working out so well. You think that you're not getting bad; but that doesn't stop the staring and the mean looks people give you, and the talking. You don't really know what good is in her terms, so you just reply as vaguely as possible. "It's whatever," You mumble in a response and she sighs.

"You really need a friend…" She draws out slowly. You know that she means well, but you kind of think it's a bitch move to pull on your own sister. It's not like you would take her out, if she was in your situation, and constantly bring up that she has no friends because she's a freak who has a little pal in her pants. It's not like you would treat her any differently than you do, now. You keep your tongue pressed to your cheek, though, and you keep quiet about what you really want to say, which is along the lines of 'how dare you think so lowly of me. You don't have to deal with this'.

"I think I made one the other day," You say instead, quietly, lips pulling up in a semi-smile when you think about Santana. Because, Santana was kind of your friend, right? She said if you ever needed anybody, she'd be here for you. And she said she'd try to stick around. It was worth it, right?

"Really? Who are they? Do they go to the school with you?" Kaitlyn presses. Obviously, she's intrigued because it's so weird for her sister to have a friend, you think, but I'm not sure if Santana ismy friend. Just got to play it safe.

"I'm not sure if they go to school with me, I've only seen her at Frank's, where she works…" You reply, realizing that it may sound a little weird.

"Well, we should ditch the game and go see her, yeah?" Kaitlyn suggests.

You don't know how to answer because you only met Santana the other day and you haven't seen her since. But before you know it, Kaitlyn is pulling you away from the bleachers and heading back towards the parking lot. She orders you to get into the car and after much disagreement; you give in and slide into the passenger's seat. Kaitlyn all but peels out of the parking lot and starts heading towards Frank's. You feel your nerves start to build up as the giant neon sign comes into sight and you kind of wish you just let your sister think you were a loner because you have no idea if she's going to embarrass you.

/

The two of you walk into the restaurant and the hostess who always sits you asks if you want your usual spot. You just nod quickly while your sister shoots you a suspicious look, almost saying 'You come here that much?' You push her towards the table in the back corner and sit down.

Part of you is hoping that Santana isn't working because you swear your sister is going to say something that'll make Santana think you're just another weirdo… which, you kind of are… seeing as you have the extra… yeah. Which you will eventually tell Santana if you two become friends, but you just met a few days ago and haven't had a conversation since, so you're hoping your sister doesn't spill too many beans.

You duck your head into your menu when you spot Santana coming out of the kitchen and walk over towards your table.

"Hey guys, welcome to Frank's. My name is Santana and I'll be taking care of your orders tonight. Can I get you folks started on some drinks?" You hear her voice ring through your ears and you smile, peeking out over the top of your menu. "Brittany!" Santana exclaims, "How are you?"

"Fine." You say shyly, lowering your menu from your face. "You?"

"I'm good," She replies with a smile, "Glad to see you." She pauses for a second then takes a look at Kaitlyn, who is currently raising an eyebrow at her. "I'm sorry, I forgot to ask who you were…" She says sincerely.

"I'm Kaitlyn, Brittany's sister." Kaitlyn replies as nicely as possible.

"Nice to meet you, Kaitlyn. I'm Santana… Britt's friend." Santana smiles at your sister and you swear that for a second, you melt because she called you by a nickname. Britt. It fits you nicely and not many people actually would call you that. You think that it just slipped as Santana saying it because it's easy to say than 'Brittany' but she put so much emphasis on it, you rule that out.

/

The rest of the night goes smoothly and when Kaitlyn wants to go home, you wish that you didn't have to go with her. You think she understands because she asks if you wanted to walk home later after you finished talking to Santana. You nod in agreement, making sure she is truly okay with her suggestion before she gets in the car and drives off.

You walk back into Frank's and sit back down at your table, where you left Santana waiting because she got off a few minutes ago.

"So, tell me about yourself, Brittany." Santana says, turning in the booth to face you. You take a look at all of her features; her caramel complexion, mocha eyes, and puffy lips. You almost wonder what her lips would feel like against yours, but you shake the thought because you don't want your other half to get too excited.

"There's not much to tell. I'm a senior this year…" You say, hoping she's not too much older than you. "I don't really talk much, I like to stay in my room and read. I'm kind of lame, I know, but…" You wanted to tell her that you get bullied constantly, but figured that would be saved for another conversation.

"It's okay. I read a lot, too. It soothes your mind," Santana smiles at you, showing off her pearly whites. You shift in your seat and send a shaky smile back to her.

"It really does," Is all you can say and you mentally hit yourself in the head for not being active in starting a conversation. "What about you?" That's a little better.

"I'm just in college, started this year. I'm a freshman." She replies, fiddling with the fork that's sitting on the table.

"Are you from here?" You ask, trying to keep the conversation alive, because holy shit the girl in front of you is gorgeous.

"Naw, I'm from this little town called Lima, Ohio. It's pretty boring and horrible out there." Santana says, and you don't know why, but you instantly want to hug her because the expression on her face changes. "I left a lot behind there, but it was all for the better."

"I feel you," You suck your lower lip between your teeth, "I came from a small town, too. It's pretty closed minded out there…"

Santana stops fiddling with the fork and takes a look into your eyes, staring at you deeply. You wonder what she's thinking because all you can see is a troubled past in those pretty brown orbs in front of you. You want to hug her like a teddy bear because she seems so upset over something, but you don't want to pry too much and ask.

"You want to go somewhere?" Santana asks and you almost have to bite your tongue from saying 'yes' way too fast.

"Sure, lead the way." You say, cracking a half smile in attempts to see hers again. She returns the smile and gets up from the seat, offering you her hand so that you can get up as well.

You're hesitant, but you take her hand anyway; and you are certain that there was a tiny spark between you two, and you're not too sure whether or not she felt it too. But your hand feels warm in hers and you just want to melt into her. But you can't, not yet, anyway.

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