Santana's POV
The last few days have been hectic for me. Between getting ready for NYU and finishing up my last shift at the bar, I've had little time to relax. I decided to leave the bar and focus on school, at least for the first semester. I really wanted to make as much money as I could before officially being unemployed. Thanks to savings and a little help from our parents, the three of us are able to dedicate our attention to school full time. Don't get me wrong, I do love to make my own money, but I also know that I will have the rest of my life to earn a good living.
"Ready San? We don't want to be late to our first class." The blue eyed blonde asks, as she pokes her head into the room.
"Of course I'm ready B. There is no way I would actually be awake before McDonald's stops selling breakfast at my own free will. I can't believe you talked me into this early ass class."
"Aww Sanny… get over it." The blonde replies with a wink.
The brunette grabs her bag before walking down the hallway. She knocks on Quinn's door, but there's no answer.
"She left already." Brittany states from the living room, obviously having heard the knock. "She said she wanted to get an early start at the library, but would meet up with us for lunch."
"What would Quinn need to do at the library on the first day of class?" Santana thought.
For the last few days it seemed like when Santana was around one of the blondes, the other would disappear or suddenly have somewhere to be. It was almost as if they had to ration their time out with the Latina, because there wasn't enough room for both blondes. It had never been that way. They had been the three musketeers for years, never having to worry about sharing time. Maybe they were just trying to adjust to living together, who knows.
"Ok Britt-Britt, let's get the show on the road."
With that, they locked up and head towards the nearby campus. As they walked Brittany could tell that Santana had something on her mind.
"Penny for your thoughts…"
"You Miss Pierce, are about to become one rich women." Santana answers with a grin.
"Is everything ok San? Did I do something wrong?"
Santana stops in her tracks.
"I'm sorry if I made you feel that way, B. You haven't done anything wrong."
Brittany looks down as if her shoes just became the most fascinating thing on the planet.
"Look at me Britt, It's just that I had a hell of a week and no time to relax. Now classes are starting…" The brunette trails off.
"I get it San. I just don't want you to regret us going to the same school since we have to share a few classes or us living together."
Man I'm such a fucking idiot sometimes. The Latina mentally scolds herself. Way to go Lopez, you totally hurt her feelings.
She reaches for Brittany's hands and pulls her closer.
"B, I've done a lot of things in my life that I regret, but none of it has anything to do with you. I could never regret anything I do with you. You're my best friend and I love every minute I get to spend with you."
Brittany looks up to meet soft brown eyes. Her heart is racing and she can no longer control her urge. She wraps her arms around the brunette and instantly feels like she's floating. She slowly pulls her head back from where it rested on Santana's shoulder, sliding the tip of her nose against the Latina's face until their noses touch. She can see the brown eyes widen in front of her, but it's too late. She presses her lips against Santana's, allowing a soft whimper to escape. The brunette's lips start to move in sync and after a few seconds they slowly pull away.
Santana opens her eyes, and the blonde can definitely tell that she's wondering what the hell just happened. She offers Santana a sweet smile, knowing that it's not the right time for that discussion. Brittany wanted to hold on to this perfect moment and she knew that getting into the meaning behind the kiss would only cause confusion.
"Come on San. We can't be late." The blonde softly whispers.
Although Santana is shocked and more than a bit confused, she knows that Brittany is right. Starting to walk again, she locks pinkies with Britt. She wants her best friend to know that even though she just mind fucked the hell out of her, everything is still ok. At least she thinks it will be.
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New Text Message Received:
From Lucy Q: Hey are you still in class?
To Lucy Q: Nope. Done for the day and not a minute too soon. I'm starving. *S*
From Lucy Q: Me too. I'm on my way to meet Britt in the quad...Chicken or Steak?
To Lucy Q: HmMmM…Chicken why? *S*
From Lucy Q: It's a surprise :P See you in a bit.
The brunette smiles at the last text and slides her phone into her back pocket as she walks towards Brittany.
"Hey stranger… fancy seeing you here." She jokes with the blonde who was sitting on a bench sipping an iced latte.
"San you just saw me a few hours ago. How was your last class?"
"Boooorrriiiinnngggg….I've made a mental note to grab a six pack of red bull for next week. How did yours go?"
"Good, very interesting. I really need to send a thank you note to those women's rights activists." The blonde responds with a chuckle.
"So?" Santana takes a seat next to Britt.
"So?" The blonde mimics.
"About that kiss, I just don-"
"Listen San, I-I know you're probably confused and I'm sorry. I just…. it's just that...look, I know that we both said we would focus on our friendship, and I don't want you to feel like I'm obligating you to be with me or anything. It…It just felt right and I just want you to know that I care about you. No strings attached or anything. I just needed you to know. Is that ok?"
Before Santana could answer the blonde's question, they are interrupted by a familiar voice.
"Miss. Lopez… today is your lucky day. You are the proud owner of your very own deluxe chicken quesadilla." Quinn announces with her cheesiest voice, as she walks up and hands Santana her surprise.
"And for you Ms. Pierce, your very own, super messy, burrito supreme. Compliments of yours truly, please hold the applause."
They both laugh as they make room for Quinn on the bench.
"Thanks Q…you definitely know a way to a girls heart." Santana compliments with a mouth full of tortilla.
"Yea Quinn, thanks." Brittany deadpans. "I thought I was the only one who knew about San's love for quesadillas."
Ignoring Brittany's comment Quinn decides to change the subject.
"So, you guys looked to be in deep conversation. Was class that interesting?" Quinn glances at Santana.
"Uh...we were just…" Santana tries to find a lie.
"San was telling me about her boring ass professor." Brittany interjects "That's all."
"Sounds interesting, I guess…" Quinn replies in her best whatever tone.
"What did you get accomplished at the library?" Santana was curious to find out.
Quinn glanced back at her food, trying to think of a good reason to be in a library that early in the morning, on the first day of class.
"Umm, I just wanted to get some books…. for a class I have…ya know…." Quinn trails off.
The brunette knows she was just lied to but decides to drop the subject.
"Hey! You're the girl from Flirt right?" A slender blonde who looks like she just walked off of an American Eagle poster stands in front of the bench.
"Uh…Flirt?" Brittany responds confused, as she realizes the question was directed to her.
"Yeah, the booty shaker. We saw you at the club last weekend." The new girl continues.
All three women look at the slender blonde in front of them as if she has two heads.
"How can we help you Blondie?" Santana states with a scowl pulling at her lips.
"Oh, I'm sorry. My name is Allison, Allison Paige."
"Oook…and I'm Bond, James Bond. Who cares?" Santana responds annoyed.
"A little feisty, aren't we?" Allison spits back with a grin.
Quinn decides to intervene, as she knows that the Latina's alter ego Snixx is about to make an appearance and she doesn't want to bail her out of jail.
"Don't mind her, she forgot her manners at home today. I'm Quinn. That's Brittany and Santana."
"Hey Ally? We're going to take a break and grab some lunch...friends of yours?"
A beautiful brunette walks up next to Allison. She was wearing blue skinny jeans and a tight NYU tank top, that allowed her to show off her amazing assets. She had full gorgeous lips, pearly white teeth and light brown eyes. Her ray-bans held her straight shoulder length hair back as they rested on her head.
"Oh, hey guys." Ally greeted her friends. "This is Brittany, she's the girl we were telling you about from the booty shaking contest. That's Quinn, and the sassy one in the middle is Santana."
The three roommates stand up after being introduced.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Jennifer Grayson and this is Tara." The sweet brunette is cut off by Santana.
"Let me guess…. Taraaa….Dactle?" The Latin smartass states, not noticing that she's the only one laughing.
"San!" Brittany scolds, as she nudges her friend in the ribs.
"How did you know her last name?" Jennifer questions with a straight face.
They all look to Tara who is pouting, as she twirls a finger through her curly red locks.
Santana starts to feel bad for hurting her feelings, but she only did it because the dark-haired goddess standing in front of her was making her feel uneasy. It's like something was urging her to make Jennifer laugh, just so she could see her smile for a second longer. The sad part was no one laughed at her prehistoric joke.
Quinn finally breaks the ice.
"You're kidding right?" She asks Jennifer and then looks to Tara "Your parents really named you Tara Dactle, like the damn dinosaur?"
The three new girls burst into laughter as they look at the puzzled three women in front of them.
"Nah, Jen's just messing with you. I'm Tara Wilson. So, are you guys looking to pledge?"
"I used to pledge in school every morning, but they don't make us do that in college. Why?" Brittany asks, meaning every bit of her question.
"No silly, like pledge for a sorority." Allison restates with a chuckle. "I think you three would be an awesome addition to Delta Pi. Don't you agree Jen?"
"Jenny…?"
They all look at Jennifer who is standing in a daze. Her eyes are currently locked with the Latina standing in front of her and she has the biggest grin plastered on her lips. It's like they are having their own wordless conversation, and by the looks of it Santana has no idea that the two blondes standing next to her are giving her the death stare.
"Jennifer!" Allison shouts.
"Sorry what?" Jen finally answers her friend.
"I said, wouldn't it be great if they pledged Delta Pi?"
"Yes, of course. She's…They, that would be perfect."
"So anyway, here's an invitation." Tara hands one to each girl. "We're having our open house next Friday night, if you guys would like to come by and check it out."
"Hope to see you there." Allison comments with a hair flip as she turns to walk away.
"It was nice meeting you." Jenny states while offering Quinn and Brittany a gracious smile. She looks at the Latina and her smile widens a bit.
"Likewise, Jennifer." Santana responds as she watches Jen catch up to her giggling friends.
She looks around and sees that Britt and Quinn have already started walking in the direction of the apartment.
"I don't know what's up with those two," she thinks to herself "but I will definitely be at that party."
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Later that night…
"Hey San, can I talk to you for a sec?" Brittany peeks her head into the brunette's bedroom and gives her a shy smile.
"Of course. I figured we would eventually need to re-visit what happened this morning."
"Yeah, about that, you know…the kiss. I'm sorry if I caught you off guard or made you feel awkward." Brittany walks up to the bed trying to come up with an explanation but is cut off.
"Britt, it's ok…relax." The Latina chuckles and pats the empty space on her bed for the blonde to come sit.
"Listen B, I know what happened wasn't planned. We have a history and an undeniable connection. I'd be lying to you if I said that kissing you hadn't crossed my mind before, or that I didn't feel anything."
Santana takes the blonde's hand and laces their fingers.
"Britt, you're my best friend and you know that I love you, but…"
Brittany takes a deep breath as she waits for the solemn words of rejection to leave the brunette's lips. "Please don't say it, please don't say it, please don't say it." She mentally chants to herself, as she looks deep into glistening brown eyes.
"I don't think I'm ready to be in a relationship."
The Latina can see the hurt in the blue eyes staring back at her, but she continues.
"We're finally in a good place with our friendship and I don't want anything to ruin that."
The blonde looks down trying to hold her emotions at bay, while thinking of a reply that wouldn't make her sound so desperate.
"B, please say something." The Latina whispers, as she strokes her friend's cheek.
"I understand San. I already told you, there are no strings attached."
Brittany gives her the best smile she could muster up and makes her way off the bed and towards the door.
"Britt, please don't be lik-" The bedroom door closes, ending the conversation.
"Damn it! What the fuck just happened?" Santana thinks to herself. "I try to do the right thing by protecting the friendship I've worked so hard to repair and she acts like this? Why can't she understand that it's better this way? Fuck! I do love her, but I don't want to hurt her. We just can't pick up where we left off, it still hurts too much. God, please let us be ok! I was just trying to do the right thing."