So, first I would like to say I am sorry. This is some of the drama part that has to happen in this story for the plot. Remember Brittana is endgame and things will be explained later. It is not all as it seems because we have not had Santana's POV yet.
"Okay you magots we have a competition on Saturday you better be there on time." I look over to Santana wide eyed just as she looks at me with just as big of eyes. "Peirce, that means you. Get your head out of the clouds!"
"Yes Coach, I'll be on time." I get out.
"Get the routine down better girls, we only have two days." Coach yells through her megaphone.
"You heard the coach let's go!" Stacy yells, taking over then splitting us up.
Santana is small and light, so she is a flyer, and she is with my group so we can practice our tosses.
"Sorry Santana." I whisper so only she can hear me. "I forgot about the competition on Saturday." I look down at my feet sad.
She puts her hand on my lower back directing me to our group. "It's okay Brittany, I forgot about it too." Her cheeks are red when I look at her and it seems like she is having a hard time making eye contact. "I forget a lot of things when I am with you. You are very distracting to me."
Butterflies are going off like crazy in my stomach. "Well, maybe you would want to go on a dinner date with me on Friday? Breadstix? We won't have practice after school because of the meet."
Her dimples are on full display now. "I would love to."
"Cool." I look down at our pinkies that have connected without me even realizing. The tips of my ears are on fire.
Practice is hard, but quick and before we know it we are released to go home.
Santana was dropped off at school today, something about her car not working right, so I am giving her a ride home today. She rubs her thumb around the top of my hand, and I keep sneaking glances at her. She is so beautiful with the sun shining through the window reflecting against her dark hair.
When she finally catches me, she smiles.
"What?" She asks.
I look quickly at the road. "Nothing." I quickly say.
I feel her tug at my hand. I look over at her and she is smirking at me.
"Come on Britt what were you looking at?"
"Y-you." I finally get out.
"What about me?"
"You are just really beautiful." My cheeks have turned super red now and I refuse to look at her when I say it.
I feel her tug my hand. "Hey." I shake my head no. "Hey look at me Britt." She tugs again.
I finally look over at her quickly and see the beautiful dimples.
"Thank you. You are very beautiful too." She giggles.
We are quiet the rest of the ride until we reach Santana house. The instant we pull in Santana drops my hand quickly and I notice the strange atmosphere that has shifted in the car. I look over at Santana and she is looking at her front door.
At her front door her mom is standing with her hand on her hip. To this day I still recognize her; she barely looks like she has aged with her flawless skin, her black hair pulled up in a tight bun and her work clothes still on. Just looking at her brings me back to the day she ripped Santana from my life. I feel kind of dizzy and quickly sit on my right hand so it is absolutely not visible even though she probably can't see my mark from where she is standing. I feel like my heart is beating way too fast. Am I about to pass out?
"S-s-s-san?" I finally get out and somehow, I get my body to work and turn to look at Santana.
I didn't know that she could look so white with her tan complexion, but it looks like all color has disappeared from her.
Coldly she says. "It is okay Brittany she doesn't know who you are. I will talk to you later."
She gets out of the car stiffly and walks over to her mom. It looks like she doesn't even acknowledge her as she walks right into the house with her head down.
Her mom stands in the doorway with squinted eyes boring into me. Shit she is scary. I shake myself out of the strange feeling and back out and peel away as quickly as I can.
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She does not call me later. The whole morning, I feel anxious as I am getting ready for school. My mom sees this as I grab just a slice of toast with little words spoken between us. I pull up to school early and go right out to the field for practice deciding I could run a little before the other Cheerios show up. This helps me clear my head for a while until my fourth lap I almost collide with a body. Sugar is waving her arms frantically as I make a sharp stop in front of her.
I smile at her. "Hey Sugar."
She smiles back "Britt, what are you doing you know we still have practice right? Why did you start already?"
Other Cheerios have started to file onto the field and are looking at me like I am crazy.
I shrug. "I had too much energy and had to let some out."
"Girl, why can't you give me some of that energy." She laughs as I start to scan the field looking for Santana. "If you are looking for your girly she isn't here yet."
"All right everyone line up!" Stacy yells.
We all get in line as Coach comes out with her megaphone to start yelling at us. We get grouped up to practice our routine when I feel the tingle on my arm. I look over to see Santana running to the field from the parking lot.
I want to run over and talk to her, but I have a strange feeling in my stomach. Santana looks so cold like she has no emotions, and it is kinda scaring me.
"Sandbags you are late! Start running till I get tired of watching you run!" Coach Sue yells in her megaphone.
Santana doesn't look at anyone, just nods and starts to run.
Sugar, who is in my group, must have noticed because she leans close to my ear. "What is going on with Santana?"
"I don't know." I mumble looking down at my feet.
Santana runs for most of the practice, the rest of the time she doesn't talk to anyone, just throws mean looks here and there to everyone. I try to catch her as we go to the locker room, but she is gone before I get there.
At our lockers at school, she doesn't say anything to me or even spare me a look. She grabs her books and walks to her first class not offering to walk me to mine.
I am really feeling down, and I need to know what is going on with her. We are supposed to go out to dinner tonight, but I haven't gotten to talk to her and the messages I have sent her have not been responded to.
After lunch when she decided to sit away from me I decided enough was enough I needed to figure out what was wrong with Santana. I caught her at her locker getting her books for the next class that we had together.
"Hey San." I say. I watch her back stiffen up as she keeps her head in her locker. I huff out an irritated breath. "Santana, I said hi." I say irritated.
She finally looks at me, her face void of emotions. "Look Brittany, I am busy, I have to get to class."
She turns to walk away but freezes when I touch her arm. I force a smile trying to lighten the mood. "We have the same class, silly. Can't I walk with you?"
She still doesn't look at me as she yanks her arm out of my grip like I have burnt her. I feel like it is a kick to my gut.
"I um have to do something before I go to class, so I gotta go." It is like she is talking to the ground. She won't look at me and it is getting really frustrating.
"Well, are we still on for dinner tonight?" I have to know because she has not talked to me, and it feels like she is avoiding me.
She finally looks up into my eyes and I almost wish she didn't. They are so cold and void of any emotion. Even when she yelled at me at the party she had a fiery passion in her eyes, but this I have never seen, and it scares me.
"Yeah, I can't make it tonight." She says in a monotone voice. "Sorry."
With that she takes off never once looking back at me.
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I have had this sick feeling in my gut, and it hasn't gone away all throughout the school day. I think mainly it is because of how distant Santana has been when just the other day she was so loving. Sugar, Mike and Puck noticed something was off with me and offered to take me out for dinner like Mike, Sugar and I used to before competitions to cheer me up. Reluctantly I agreed, only because I didn't want to be alone after getting canceled on my date.
"Yuck Britt, why are you just eating that?" Puck asks as he stuffs his mouth with a piece of pizza. He ordered a large all to himself.
I groan as I stare longingly at his pizza.
"We have to eat salads before our meet." I complain.
He puts the pizza tauntingly by my mouth. "Not even one piece?"
I swipe at his hand. "Unfortunately, no, not even one Sue would kill us." My stomach growls as I take another bite of my salad. It is so bland.
"I don't know Britt, I say it is worth it." Sugar says I look to her across from me to see her stuffing her face with pizza.
"Sugar!"
"Hey, that is my pizza!" Puck complains pulling the pizza closer to him.
Sugar shrugs.
"So, Britt, want to tell us why you were so down today?" Mike finally asks. I know it has been killing him to figure it out.
"Santana." Puck says.
"Yeah, how did you know?" I asked.
"No." He points to the door. "Santana."
I follow his finger to see Santana walking into Breadstix. She is gorgeous as my jaw drops. She is wearing a tight red dress that hugs her curves so nicely. Her hair is down in waves, and she has light makeup on just extenuating her beauty. She is also wearing high heel black shoes and she has so much leg on display.
"Fuck." I whisper out but then my mind finally starts to function again. Wait, she told me she couldn't make the date right? Or did I just hear wrong? Did I mess up and was supposed to pick her up for the date?
All the blood drains from my face as I see an arm snake around her waist. I follow the arm up to the person I despise. Sam. That smug asshole has on a black button up shirt and his hair slicked back.
"What the fuck?" Surprisingly it is not me who says this but Puck.
He is looking back and forth between me and them.
The host leads them to their table which happens to be past us, so as they walk past, and Sam sees us and stops. I can't even look at Santana right now. I am so pissed off. Was this all just a joke to her? Did she even ever really break up with him because this looks like a date.
Sam has a stupid smirk on his face. "Oh hey guys."
No one greets him, we are all just staring.
"Looks like we all had the same idea to eat here tonight." Sam says casually. "Santana babe you aren't going to say hi to your friends?"
Santana is't looking at us, she just says a soft 'no' which we can barely hear.
"Well, you don't need to be rude babe I thought you would have lightened up after." He leans closer to her and whispers not quietly. "I was able to relax you at your house." He reaches down and grabs Santana's butt.
I feel like throwing up because I know what he is talking about. He is making it very obvious that they just got done having sex.
"Can you just leave us alone to eat?" Mike speaks up calmly and you can hear the threat in his voice.
"Whooh man, I was just having a polite conversation." Sam puts his hands up.
I can't take it though this is too much why would she do this to me. I finally look at her and she is looking at me once again with cold void eyes. I get up and push past her. I have to try to keep my tears in my eyes but I am failing. I rush out the door barely able to breath and keel over by the building. I can't keep it in, and I start to throw up. I feel strong hands on my back rubbing circles and hands pull back my hair.
"You will be okay Britt."
"Puck, I can't do this, I can't face her anymore." My stomach starts to release more. "Everything hurts." I cry out.
"Well, she definitely deserves the bitch slap Sugar just gave her then."
We hear commotion next to us and Sugar and Mike are thrown out of the building.
"Yeah, well your salad sucks anyways!" Sugar yells at the hostess who kicked her out and just for good measure she goes right up to the door and gives the middle finger.
At this point I am hyperventilating what the hell just happened? Am I hallucinating.
"W-w-was that S-Santana?" I get out between gasps.
Sugar rushes over to me taking over for Puck and basically holding me in her arms at this point.
"Yeah." She all but whispers.
"W-was she on a d-date with S-S-Sam?" My bottom lip is quivering as I look at Sugar who looks very sad for me.
"Yeah." She whispers again.
I collapsed on the ground as she wrapped herself protectively around me.
"I thought we were dating." I blubber out. "I thought she broke up with Sam."
"Forget about them." Mike comes over crouching down to look me in the eye. He is blurry but I see him clutching his hand.
"Are you hurt?" I ask not wanting anyone to get hurt because of me.
"It is nothing let's get out of here okay?"
I feel strong arms wrap around me lifting me up and I get carried by Puck to Mike's car. I am glad because I don't think I could walk on my own. When everyone has piles in I feel all eyes on me.
"What do we do now?" Mike asks.
"I need a drink." I say just wanting to forget.
Sugar, Mike, and Puck give each other worried looks.
"I'm not sure we should drink before our meet, Sue would kill us, Britt." Sugar says cautiously.
"I don't fucking care." I shake my head. "I need to forget. Please help me forget." I beg pathetically.
"So, out to the club?" Puck asks.
"Yes please." I say.
"I'm not sure this is a good idea." Mike voices his opinion, but I am tired of listening. I just want to drink and forget everything.
"Fine, I will go on my own. I will be fine, don't worry." I get out of the car and slam the door walking down the sidewalk at a fast pace.
Footsteps rush behind me then I feel an arm around my shoulder spinning me around back to the car. "We will all go. You are not alone." Mike says, leading me back to the car.
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We arrive at the club, not dressed to impress, we are just wearing what we wore to dinner which must have been acceptable for the club because they let up right in thanks to Puck. At this point it was around 9 o'clock so it wasn't too packed but starting to fill up. I can tell the others are not in a partying mood, but I just want to get smashed and forget this night ever happened, that Santana ever happened.
"Well Britt you are in charge what first?" Sugar asked me.
"I need drinks." I state with a monotone.
We all saddle up to the bar and the bartender of course is the same one who gives me the evil eye as last time, but I brush him off asking for 4 vodka shots. He spreads one out for each of us, but I shake my head scooping them, so they are all sitting in front of me.
"Well, are you guys going to join me or just sit there?" I ask as I take my first shot feeling the liquid burn as it goes down my throat.
Puck orders a beer, Mike orders a lemonade, and Sugar orders a water.
"Cheers to good friends." I say because I have to look on the bright side, I have people right here who love and care for me.
"Cheers" my friends echo as I finish off my last shot feeling it go to my head, but I am not done yet.
"Another round Mr. Bartender and keep em coming." I smile at him.
After finishing the next round, I need to move. "Let's dance!" I shout rushing out to the dance floor waiting for no one.
The lights are flashing, the music is bumping, and I feel the beat running through me. Nothing else matters right now except dancing. I feel hands wrap around my waist pulling me towards someone as I let the music take over and the rest of the night blurs together.
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Beep! Beep! Beep!
Fucking hell what is that? I groan not opening my eyes as I try to push whatever it is making that noise. I start slapping around till I hit something, or should I say someone.
"Hey stop that hurts." A feminine voice says.
I shoot up in bed, my head pounding as I take in my surroundings. I have never been here before. There are band posters on the wall. A computer on a desk. The walls are white like an apartment or something. Where the hell am I. What did I do last night? No no no. I lift up the sheets to find that I am still in my clothes from yesterday. I finally get the courage to peak beside me.
Tan arms are spread out on the pillow and light brown hair is spread out hiding her face. I feel my heart rate calm down as I notice she is in pajamas.
Beep Beep Beep!
I look over to see my phone on the nightstand and turn off my alarm. Wait, why is my alarm going off? Oh, shit the cheerleading competition!
I hop out of bed startling my bed partner who sits up. "Britt?" She asks and I am startled to find that it is Skylar's green eyes looking back at me. I give a timid smile.
"I have to go." I explain.
"Yeah." She puts her hand on her head. "You have to be at the school right?"
I am startled by how she knows this. She must see this because she starts to explain. "Your friends said if you were staying here that I would have to take you in the morning, or you would be late."
"They just let me stay with you?" I am shocked because they are normally so protective.
"Umm yeah, you wouldn't really let me go and kept telling me how I promised cuddles. I promised them nothing would happen, and I would get you to the bus in time."
"Ohh. well sorry about that and thank you."
She is smiling now and stands up to hug me. "It is no problem you needed someone last night and I was there." She shrugs. "But let's go before you are late."
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Skylar stops at my house so I can change quickly then heads to the school. The whole time I am with her it is not awkward; we just make each other laugh and I am actually feeling pretty good until we reach the bus and I see her again. She is leaned up against Sam's truck with him pressing into her making out. I feel like throwing up all over again. Even though it kind of looks like she's trying to push him off of her. Skylar puts her hand on my leg.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah." I say shortly. "Thanks for the ride."
"Any time. Hey, I am here if you ever need to talk, okay?"
"Okay." I give her a timid smile and one last quick hug.
I quickly jog over to the bus. I know I am not looking too good being extremely hung over and all. Sugar is quick at my side.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, for you know, getting drunk and ending up in someone's bed."
Sugar is really quiet and has wide eyes.
"You slept in her bed?" It comes out as almost a growl and I spin to see a furious Santana.
I glare right back at her. "Like you care. Just go back to Sam."
I see her flinch as Sugar gets between us. "Not here girls, you are drawing a crowd."
I take a quick look around and see some of the Cheerios watching us to see what is going on.
"Whatever." I mumble. I shoulder past Santana ignoring my shoulder which now tingles. "Bitch." I whisper to her. I also try to ignore her pinky which softly runs up my wrist. Who the hell does she think she is?
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Next chapter might be in Santana POV :) Please review let me know what you think. Thank you to everyone who has stuck with this story :)