The Sound of Silence
Chapter 2
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Santana is sitting on the couch next to her brother, reading a book when there is a knock on the door. Manny stops playing his game and glances over at her curiously. "Expecting anyone?" He asks, getting up off the couch.
Santana gets off the couch as well. "Tina," She says simply. "We're going to s-study." She tells him, making him nod.
Manny walks over to the front door and answers it, with Santana trailing behind him. Tina is standing on the front porch just as Santana had predicted, smiling at both of them.
"Hey Tina." Manny greets, opening the door wider and stepping to the side to let her come inside.
Tina smiles sheepishly at him, "Hi," She mumbles back walking inside the house. Her face turns a dark shade of red and Santana just rolls her eyes at her best friend. Tina so obviously has a crush on her older brother and at times it is funny to Santana. But other times, she just doesn't get it. She loves her brother to death, but he is a typical jock and didn't expect him to be Tina's type. Although, he is sweeter than most jocks and has stood up for both Santana and Tina countless times. That's also why she missed him being around.
"We can go to my room." Santana tells the girl, turning to walk up the stairs.
They both walk into Santana's room and Tina puts her things down on her bed. "So how was detention today?" Tina asks turning her attention to the Latina who has her back towards her, digging around in her own backpack on her desk. "You're still alive I see." She jokes, sitting down on the edge of Santana's bed.
Santana pulls her English binder out of her backpack and turns towards her best friend. She just shrugs and looks down at the binder, opening it up. She pulls the study guide out of the rings and walks over to her bed, joining Tina.
"That's all you're going to give me?" Tina asks with a small laugh. "You were in detention!" She says as if Santana had just almost died or something. But too be fair, Santana had thought she was going to die before she'd actually gone as well.
Biting down on her lip, Santana looks up at Tina again. "I just did my m-math homework." She tells her, making Tina frown.
Tina turns on the bed to face Santana and criss crosses her legs underneath her as Santana sits down across from her. "Was it scary? Did anyone try and shank you or anything?" Tina asks way more interested to hear about Santana's detention experience than study for an English quiz.
Santana lets out a small laugh and shakes her head. "You make it sound like I was in p-prison." She says amused, standing up from the bed. She walks back over to her backpack and grabs a pen and a highlighter before walking back over to her bed.
"That's how I picture detention." Tina answers with a shrug.
Santana quirks a brow at her and shakes her head. "It was just me, Brittany and P-Puck." She tells her. She knows Tina is looking for something interesting for her to say, but nothing like that happened. It was nothing like the movies. It didn't even feel like detention to her. It just felt like she stayed a little late to study. Very anticlimactic.
"One of them definitely could have shanked you." Tina says matter of fact. "They've both done it before." She adds, making Santana's eyes widen. She knew Brittany and Puck were badass' but she'd never heard of them really hurting anyone before. They've been in fights of course, but she never knew they stabbed someone.
Brushing the comment off, Santana picks up her study guide and reads over the first question. "Who is S-sc-scyld?" Santana asks, "Well that is easy." She says before leaning down and writing her answer under the first question.
Santana looks up at Tina and sees her just staring at her. It makes Santana roll her eyes and she sighs. "Puck slept the entire time and B-Brittany only asked me a couple of questions." She says, knowing Tina won't stop until she tells her everything that happened in detention.
Tina's eyes widen and she leans in a little closer to Santana, "You talked to Brittany?" She asks in shock. "Brittany talked to you?"
"She just asked me my n-name and why I was in there." Santana answers with a shrug. "I of course did not t-talk back."
Tina's face looks a little worried now, "So you just ignored her and she didn't do anything?" She asks a little skeptical. She knows Brittany or she knows her reputation and it doesn't sound like Brittany to be making small talk. It also doesn't sound like her to accept being ignored, because she knows that Brittany probably doesn't know about Santana's disorder. Which makes her think something is up.
Santana just shrugs. "I wrote my name down on a piece of paper." She explains. "And then we left."
Tina just nods her head in response, still looking completely in awe that Santana had spoken to Brittany and came out unharmed.
"C-can we study now?" Santana asks pleadingly.
Tina seems to snap out of her little daze and nods her head, turning her attention to her backpack. "Of course." She says, pulling her own notebook out.
o0o0o
Santana walks into her math class and sits down in her usual seat next to Artie. Tina isn't in this class with her and so she would normally sit in the back corner by herself, but Artie had made her come sit with him up in the front. Being in the front isn't as scary as she thought it would be. And she can also see better and pay attention to the teacher more in the front than she can in the back. But she still doesn't brave the front in her other classes that she is alone in. She just feels like she is being judged and that everyone is looking at her. Having a friend next to her seems to distract her enough for the most part though.
"I heard you talked to Brittany yesterday." Artie says, looking over at her.
Santana pauses from pulling her spiral out of her bag briefly, but then continues, ignoring Artie. She puts it down on her desk and glances over at him and just nods her head, before reaching for her pencil. He obviously has talked to Tina.
"Are you traumatized for life?" He asks with a smirk.
Santana looks over at him confused and shakes her head slowly. Brittany wasn't that bad. She actually wasn't at all what Santana had thought. Although, she'd only talked to her for like 4 minutes. Who knows what have happened if she was with her for another minute.
"Well it's a good thing your mom got you out of detention today." He says as he flips through the pages of his spiral looking for an empty one.
Santana doesn't respond because he isn't looking at her so it'd be pointless to nod anyway. But she is happy that her mom got her out of detention today. She knows she should have called her mom yesterday and gotten out of it then too, but she'd just panicked. She doesn't think clearly when she panics.
Not that it really mattered. Detention wasn't all that bad anyway. And a part of her wants to see Brittany again.
o0o0o
Santana subtly looks for Brittany the rest of the school day. Not that she'd probably go up to her and talk to her anyway, but she still looks. However, she never sees her. She thinks back to the rest of the school year and realizes she hardly ever sees Brittany.
The blonde is in regular classes whereas she is in AP everything so she has never had a class with her. But she doesn't understand why she doesn't see her at lunch. Everyone in her grade has lunch at the same time so why wasn't she in there? In fact, none of her friends were in the lunch room.
She almost wanted to ask Tina, but that would have been dumb because Tina wouldn't know where she was. And plus that'd make Tina ask her a million other questions like why she is worried about it anyway. And honestly, Santana doesn't know the answer to that question. And that frustrates her. She's not used to not having an answer to a question.
She just wants to see her again. And she doesn't know why.
o0o0o
Santana closes her locker, mentally thanking God or whoever is out there for not letting the Cheerio or jock show up while she was at her locker. They normally aren't after school, because they have practice but there have been a couple of occasions where one came up while she was at hers.
She turns around and starts walking down the hallway when she passes Rachel who is at her own locker a few feet down from her own. "Hey Santana!" She greets with a wide smile. She closes her locker and walks beside Santana, "What are you doing Friday night?" She asks, her wide smile never fading.
Her smile has always kind of creeped Santana out. Her genuine smile is pretty, but this one she has on her face right now is her overly wide and overly chipper creeper smile with complimentary crazy eyes.
Santana just shrugs in response and continues walking, trying not to look at the girl.
"Well, I am having a small get together at my house. It'll just be the Glee club members and I wanted to invite you." She says, stepping in front of the brunette to get her to stop walking. "Tina will be there." She adds, hoping that'll convince Santana to come.
Santana jumps slightly startled by Rachel's sudden appearance in front of her. She gives her a tightlipped smile and shakes her head, trying to look apologetic.
Rachel frowns, but it doesn't last long and her smile is back on her face as bright as ever. "It won't be anything crazy don't worry," She assures her. "We will do some karaoke, watch a musical and make some non dairy cookies." She informs her.
Santana just looks at her and bites her lip.
"You'll think about it?" Rachel asks hopefully.
Santana nods her head and gives her another small smile. She's definitely not going to go, but she knows if she doesn't agree to think about it, Rachel will never let her leave.
"Great!" Rachel exclaims before moving out of Santana's way and walking down the hallway in the opposite direction.
Santana turns her head and watches Rachel retreat down the hallway and turn into a classroom. She then sees Tina rolling Artie into the same classroom. They both wave at Santana and she waves back with a smile, before turning back around and making her way outside.
It's time for Glee club and Santana can't deny that she is curious. In theory, singing and dancing on stage is really cool and she'd love to be able to do it. But she knows that she would just freak out, just thinking about actually being up there in front of all those people makes her heart rate pick up.
These are the moments when she really wishes she was normal.
o0o0o
Manny walks into the kitchen and sees Santana sitting at the island, head resting in her right hand and her left hand carelessly spinning a spoon around in a bowl of cereal. Her eyes are set on the refrigerator and it's clear that she is zoned out thinking about something.
It makes him smile and he sneaks up behind her, being as quiet as his big feet will allow. He reaches out and pokes both of her sides, making her squeal and almost jump off of the stool.
Manny laughs loudly at her and she whips her head around, glaring at him.
"Whatcha thinkin' about?" He asks, making his way around the island to stand across from her. He leans down on his elbows and watches her as she just watches her fruit loops swim around in the milk.
She just shrugs in response.
She glances up at him after he sighs and finds him looking at her expectantly. She sighs and looks back down. She knows he isn't going to give up until she tells him what she was thinking about. He knows her well and he can tell when she is upset.
"I was just t-thinking about what my life would be like if I was n-normal." She admits quietly with a small shrug.
Many's brows furrow at his little sister. "Normal?" He questions slowly. "What exactly is that?" He asks with a small smile, trying to bring the mood up slightly.
Santana sighs loudly and rolls her eyes. "You know what I mean." She says, clearly annoyed. She knows that he is trying to make her feel better and he always tries to tell her that there is nothing wrong with her. It normally makes her feel a bit better, but she knows that it is all lies. They both know she isn't normal.
Many stands up straight and walks back around the island standing by his sisters side. He puts an arm around her and exhales. "Look, I know it's hard but this is who you are and I love who you are. There is nothing wrong with you." He says honestly. "You have a lot of people who love you for who you are, actually." He adds.
Santana nods her head, because she knows that she has people who love her, that isn't the problem. "I j-just wonder what it would be like if I had friends and c-c-could actually hang out like a normal t-teenager." She says quietly.
"You know what your therapist said." Manny reminds her. "All of that is possible, you just have to try. It's going to be hard and scary, but you have to put yourself out of your comfort zone and try things." He explains.
Nodding her head once again, Santana sighs in defeat. She knows what her therapist has said. She's said it time and time again. However, Santana has never had the courage to actually listen to her. She wants to be normal and she wants to be able to do things like go to Rachel's, no matter how awful Rachel's get togethers probably are. But so far, she hasn't been able to brave doing anything.
Manny leans down and places a kiss on the top of her head and gives her a squeeze. "I love you kid," He tells her affectionately.
"I love you too," She tells him back, leaning into his side.
o0o0o
Brittany walks out of her last class and heads down the hallway towards the doors. She notices Santana sitting on a bench against the wall, writing in her spiral, with headphones in her ears.
She looks around the hallway for whatever reason before slowly approaching the girl. She can't help but notice Santana's outfit. She's wearing tan jeans that look like skinny jeans, but they're a little baggy. She has a solid white button up on that is buttoned up all the way to the top and a red and blue argyle sweater vest over it.
Brittany would normally throw out an insult if she saw someone wearing such an outfit, but instead it makes her smile. For some reason it just looks endearing on the Latina instead of nerdy.
She leans up against the wall next to Santana and folds her arms over her chest, glancing down at the spiral Santana is writing in. But Santana either doesn't notice her or is just ignoring her again.
Rolling her eyes, Brittany stands up off the wall and plucks one of the earbuds out of Santana's ear, making her jump.
"Hey," Brittany greets when Santana's startled eyes meet hers.
Santana's eyes widen a bit and she pulls the other headphone out of her ear. She turns on the bench so that her feet are on the ground. It surprises her a bit when Brittany sits down next to her.
"Whatcha writtin?" Brittany asks, leaning over to get a peak at Santana's spiral.
But Santana quickly closes it and holds it tightly against her chest.
It catches Brittany off guard a bit, but she just smirks and lets it go. Obviously whatever it was is private. "You weren't in detention yesterday." Brittany states watching the quiet girl next to her. "I mean, I just assumed you had the same amount as me since you were in the same fight as me." She explains. "Not that you were really in the fight." She adds, her brows furrowing.
Santana looks at her curiously, because she hadn't thought Brittany knew why she was in detention. She'd asked her why she was in there the first day so she'd just assumed she hadn't even noticed her. Santana actually wasn't in the fight so it wasn't surprising for her to not realize it.
"My friend Sugar knows basically everything." Brittany explains with a shrug. "She's kind of annoying, but her useless information comes in handy sometimes." She says with a small laugh.
Santana just nods her head and looks back down at her spiral that is resting in her lap. She traces her fingers along the outline of Wonder Woman on the cover, giving herself something to do other than look at Brittany. It just makes her even more nervous, looking at her. She doesn't even really know why Brittany is talking to her. She's never paid her any attention before detention.
"I'm sorry about getting you into detention, I guess it was kind of my fault." Brittany says looking over at Santana although the brunette won't look at her. "If I would have known they were giving you detention I would have said something." She tells her sincerely. It makes Santana look over at her. Sincerity has never been something associated with Brittany Pierce.
Their eyes meet and Brittany smiles at her and Santana smiles back. But then after only a few seconds, Brittany is the one that has to look away suddenly feeling flushed. She clears her throat and stands up shoving her hands into her pocket. She looks around the hallway awkwardly and mentally curses at herself. She doesn't remember a time where she acted as lame as she is right now.
"Why are you still here anyway?" Brittany asks, trying to regain some of her composure. She isn't really sure what is happening to her right now. Why is she getting so weird around this girl? She's just some nerd. Brittany should be like throwing her in a dumpster or something, not making small talk. And she definitely shouldn't be getting all nervous.
Brittany doesn't do nervous.
She can't remember the last time she was nervous.
Santana looks up at her and sucks her bottom lip into her mouth. After a second, she gets an idea and quickly opens her spiral up to an empty page. She writes her answer down in it and hands the book over to the blonde.
"Waiting on my brother," Brittany reads aloud. She nods her head and hands the spiral back over to Santana. "What time will he be here?" She asks curiously. School has already been out for almost 20 minutes so she is just curious as to how much longer she will be waiting.
Not that she cares. Really.
Santana once again writes something down in the spiral and hands it back to Brittany. "4:00" Brittany reads. She glances at the clock above Santana's head and frowns. "That's another 40 minutes." She says looking back at Santana.
Santana just nods her head and shrugs a little, taking the spiral back. She writes another note in it, this time a longer one and Brittany waits patiently for her to give it back.
Brittany can't help but feel like she should be annoyed talking to this girl through a spiral, but she's not. At all. Everything that would normally annoy her about a person, she is finding endearing on Santana. It's confusing her to no end.
What is happening to her? She really feels the need to go lock JBI in a port a-potty and flip it over just so she can feel better.
Pulling herself from her thoughts, she accepts the spiral from Santana once again and reads over the note. "It was raining this morning so he drove me to school and then he got held up at the doctor." She reads quietly to herself, feeling that it was pointless reading it out loud. Santana knows what she wrote.
Brittany hands the spiral back and bites down on her lip thoughtfully. She glances around the hallway once again before turning her attention back to Santana. "I could give you a ride, if you want." She says, shrugging her shoulders a bit awkwardly.
Santana's eyes widen and she shakes her head quickly.
It offends Brittany a bit, because Santana looks like that is like the worse idea ever. It's not like she'd kill her or anything. "I was just trying to be nice, but it's whatever." Brittany says a bit harshly and rolls her eyes, feeling stupidly rejected. By a nerd nonetheless.
Brittany turns on her heel and starts to walk away but Santana reaches out and grabs her wrist, stopping her in her tracks.
Brittany turns around and looks at Santana's hand wrapped around her wrist and then up at Santana.
The Latina quickly pulls her hand away and lets it fall to her lap. Her eyes move back down to her lap as well and she chews on her lip nervously. Why'd she do that? Why'd she have to touch her?
"Come on," Brittany says simply making Santana look back up at her. Brittany just nods her head towards the doors and takes a couple of steps backwards, wanting Santana to follow her.
Santana inhales deeply and quickly gathers her things up before following Brittany out of the school. She writes her address down on a piece of paper and gives it to Brittany. Luckily, the blonde knows where the street is and Santana can just point out the house when they get there.
They get into the parking lot and Santana follows Brittany quietly, her hands holding tightly onto her spiral against her chest. Her eyes dart around the parking lot; there are only a few cars still there. She spots Tina's old clunky car sitting by itself and realizes the few cars that are still there are probably mainly the Glee kids.
She doesn't notice Brittany stop and it causes her to collide into the blonde's back, making her gasp. She gives Brittany an apologetic smile when the blonde turns around to look at her.
Brittany just hands Santana a helmet which confuses her. It's then she notices that they stopped in front of a motorcycle. Her eyes widen as Brittany climbs onto it and starts it up and she takes a step back, shaking her head furiously.
Chuckling, Brittany shakes her head and climbs back off of it, "Come on, it's fine." She assures her. "I won't get you killed, I promise." She says, holding three fingers up by her head.
Santana's eyes are still wide as her eyes dart from Brittany to the bike. She swallows nervously and subconsciously takes another step backwards.
"Come here," Brittany says softly, reaching out for Santana. She grabs her forearm that is still crossed over Santana's chest and gently pulls her closer to the bike. "It's really not as scary as it seems." She assures her gently. "Just sit on it. One step at a time, and if you get scared then you can get off." She says honestly. "It won't go anywhere."
Santana looks fearful, but she slowly nods her head. She pulls her backpack off and puts her spiral back inside of it before putting it back on again. She then steps closer to the bike and looks questioningly at Brittany.
"Just throw one leg over like a bicycle." Brittany tells her, "It won't fall or anything." She says reassuringly.
Santana nods and a bit ungracefully climbs onto the bike. Her hands grip the handles and she quickly looks over at Brittany, not knowing what to do next.
"How's it feel?" Brittany asks with a smile, placing one of her hands on the handlebar next to Santana's.
Nodding her head, a small smile appears on Santana's lips and it makes Brittany grin as well. She grabs the helmet that Santana had sat on the ground and carefully places it over Santana's head, being careful to not knock her glasses off.
"You ready to go?" Brittany asks, admiring the way Santana looks in her helmet and on her bike. She's adorable and Brittany can't stop smiling at her.
Santana slowly nods her head in response and lets go of the handlebars. She carefully scoots back, giving Brittany enough room to get in in front of her.
Brittany pulls a pair of Sunglasses out of her bag and places them over her eyes. She then carefully climbs on the bike without kicking Santana and knocking her off. "Alright just wraps your arms around my waist." Brittany instructs, but she doesn't feel Santana do as she is told.
She glances over her shoulder at the brunette and sees the struggle in her eyes. It makes Brittany laugh and she reaches behind her, finding both of Santana's hands and pulls them around her waist. She hears Santana gasp behind her as she clasps Santana's hands over her stomach.
Brittany then stands the bike up and pushes the kickstand in. She revs the engine a few times, before the bike slowly starts to move out of the parking lot.
Santana's hands grip even tighter around Brittany's waist and she squeezes her eyes shut as they start to pick up speed.
It only takes about 5 minutes for them to reach Santana's street, but Santana hasn't noticed because she's still got her eyes shut tightly. "Which house?" Brittany yells, turning her head slightly, hoping Santana can hear.
Santana slowly opens her eyes and realizes they're on her street and coming up to her house. She lifts a shaky arm up and points to her house, making Brittany nod in acknowledgment.
"Here we are my lady," Brittany says with a smirk as she parks the bike in Santana's driveway. She turns around and helps Santana off the best she can while she is still sitting on the bike.
Once Santana is safely off she pulls the helmet off of her head and hands it over to the blonde.
"Thanks," Brittany says taking the helmet from her. She puts it down on the seat behind her and looks back over at Santana who definitely has a small case of helmet hair. Her hair was pulled up in a pony tail so it wasn't too bad, but there are a few stray pieces sticking out and going every which way. It just makes Brittany smile. "I'll see you around Santana,"
Santana nods a little awkwardly and gives her a small smile before turning and heading for her front door. She glances back at Brittany when she is about halfway there and realizes that Brittany is watching her. Her face turns a bit red and she turns back around, continuing her path to the front door.
Once she gets on the porch she pulls her key out of her pocket and unlocks her front door. She turns back around to Brittany and sees that Brittany's eyes are still on her. She gives an awkward wave and walks inside of her house closing the front door behind her.
Brittany smiles and lets out a small sigh as she watches the front door close.
What the hell is happening to her?
She grabs the helmet behind her and pulls it over her head. She then kicks the kickstand back up and stands the bike up and slowly starts backpedaling it out of the driveway. She gets onto the street and gives Santana's house one more glance.
As her eyes scan the house, she sees Santana approach one of the upstairs windows and look out at her. But when Santana meets her eyes, she quickly backs away from the window with wide eyes.
Brittany just chuckles and takes off down the road.
Santana is pressed up against her wall beside the window, her eyes closed as she mutters at herself for being so stupid. Brittany probably thinks she is like some crazy stalker now for watching her out of her window like that. She definitely hadn't expected Brittany to see her.
When she doesn't hear the hum of Brittany's motorcycle anymore, she peaks out the window again. She's half relieved to see Brittany gone but the other half of her wants Brittany to come back.
Santana smiles and lets out a dreamlike sigh. Before she can get too deep in her thoughts, she remembers that she needs to text her brother. Quickly, she pulls her cell phone out of her pocket and sends Manny a text telling him she got a ride home.
Smiling to herself, Santana makes her way over to her desk. She can't help but be proud of herself. Today she went with a stranger and rode a motorcycle! And nothing happened to her. She's still alive, she's not harmed in anyway and it was actually a lot of fun.
Too be honest, she's never felt more free and more alive than she does in this moment.
Sure she was afraid at first to go with Brittany and even more afraid to ride on her motorcycle, but she'd fought against her fears and went with her anyway. She'd never done anything like that before. It took her months before she felt okay enough to hang out with Tina outside of school and to ride in her car.
She's only known Brittany for a few days and she felt safe enough to ride on a motorcycle with her. It's crazy and confusing, but whatever it is, she likes it.
Santana hooks her phone up to her ihome and hits shuffle. Titanium blasts through the speakers and Santana starts softly singing along as she pulls her homework out of her backpack.
o0o0o
Brittany pulls her bike up to Quinn's house and notices her mom's car in the driveway. She pulls her helmet off and leaves it on the handlebar before walking up to the front door. She opens it without knocking like she always does, even when Judy is home.
Brittany has known Quinn since they were in the 3rd grade and she comes over so often that her mom told her she didn't even need to knock and that she is always welcome to come inside.
When she walks in, she spots Judy in the living room, making herself a drink at the bar. "Hey Judy," Brittany greets with a small wave.
Judy takes a sip of her drink and looks up at Brittany over the glass, "Hello dear," She greets back, setting her drink down. "Would you like a drink?" She asks with a sloppy grin and Brittany can tell she has already had one too many.
Brittany just shakes her head and gives her a smile before retreating up the stairs to Quinn's bedroom. She opens the door and finds Quinn sitting by the open window smoking a joint.
"Hey," Brittany greets, throwing herself on the blonde's bed. She kicks her shoes off and makes herself comfortable.
Quinn takes another long drag from the joint before putting it on the ashtray. "Where have you been?" Quinn asks curiously. "You were supposed to be here 20 minutes ago." She adds, moving the ashtray so that she can close her window.
Brittany just shrugs, "I had things to do." She answers vaguely, knowing that Quinn won't pry into her business. Quinn isn't that stupid.
Quinn does look at her suspiciously, but just as Brittany predicted, she doesn't comment. She has learned her lesson on prying into Brittany's life. Brittany is normally pretty open about everything so if she is being short or vague about something, Quinn knows not to ask about it.
"Your mom is already drunk," Brittany states with a smirk, folding her arms behind her head.
Quinn just rolls her eyes and sits down at the foot of the bed by Brittany's feet. "Yeah well, what's new?" She asks bitterly.
Brittany looks up at her and sees the annoyed look on Quinn's face, "Hey at least she is here." Brittany tells her honestly. "And at least she isn't like some angry drunk or anything. I love your mom." Brittany says with a smile.
Quinn just nods her head and sighs, because she knows that Brittany is right. "So I heard about this party that Finn Hudson is throwing on Friday and I thought maybe we could crash it." Quinn suggests with a shrug.
Brittany laughs out loud, "How much fun could a Finn Hudson party be?" She asks amused. She raises herself up on her elbows and looks over at Quinn who just shrugs her shoulders.
"Well then what do you suggest we do?" Quinn asks, raising a brow.
Lying back down on the bed, Brittany sighs. "I don't know," She mumbles. "It's only Thursday, just see what happens." She says with a shrug. Brittany has never been one for planning out their evenings. She's always been a go with the flow kind of person. "If we really can't find anything to do we can crash Finn's party and if it's a dump we can leave." She says and Quinn nods in agreement.
A few minutes later Sam walks through the door with a smile on his face and a drink in his hand. "Your mom is awesome." He says, closing the door behind him.
Quinn just rolls her eyes and Brittany smirks.
"So what are you guys up to?" He asks, standing next to the bed, sipping on his drink.
Quinn just shrugs with a bored expression. "We were just talking about maybe going to Finn's party on Friday." She informs him.
Sam just nods his head, not looking particularly interested in Finn's party. Finn Hudson is the quarter back for their football team and he thinks that he is the shit. Their football team is actually probably the worst in the state so they don't really understand how he thinks he is so awesome, but he does. He's also kind of awkward although he tries to act like some ladies man.
The only reason to even consider going to a Finn Hudson party is for the free booze and because there are always lots of girls there. And drunk girls at that.
"You smoking?" Sam asks, eyeing the ashtray on the nightstand that is still smoking.
Quinn gets off the bed and opens her window back up and pulls another joint out of her stash box. Sam smiles and walks over taking it from her, pulling a lighter from his pocket.
Brittany stays on the bed just staring at the ceiling as she listens to her friends talk about nothing in particular and smoke. Sam tries getting her to come and join them but she declines. She just can't keep her mind off of Santana and their "conversation" today.
She can't help but wonder what Santana's voice sounds like. Is it high pitched? Or is it deeper? Does she have any kind of accent? She bets that it sounds just as warm as her dark eyes are.
She goes over a few options in her head and she can't really decide how she thinks it sounds, but either way she bets it is the most amazing voice ever. It's funny because she has never thought this much about anyone's voice. It's not usually something anyone sits and thinks about or focuses on. But she really wants to find out what it sounds like.
She is determined to hear it.
o0o0o
Manny walks into the house after getting home from his doctor's visit to check the progress of his knee. He should have been done in plenty of time to pick Santana up from school on time, but they were running behind schedule.
He knew she was okay with staying at school a little late, but he was relieved when she'd text him and told him she found a ride. He just assumed that Tina had gotten out of Glee early or something and given her a ride home. He knows Santana wouldn't get into a car with some random person.
He heads up the stairs to check on her and hears her music blasting. He laughs to himself and continues down the hallway. As he gets closer he hears Santana's voice singing along to the music and it makes him smile. Santana has loved to sing ever since she was old enough to talk, but she hardly ever does it. Sometimes he will catch her singing quietly as she does homework or chores, and he doesn't even think she notices that she is doing it.
He opens the door to her room and sees her dancing around her room using a hair brush as a microphone as she belts the lyrics to some song that he doesn't recognize. It's a pop song and they all sound the same to him.
Leaning up against the doorframe he just watches her with a wide grin on his face. He loves seeing her like this, because it is very rare. Even though she feels more comfortable at home and can talk freely and be herself, she still doesn't completely let go most of the time. She is still reserved and pretty quiet.
It doesn't take long for Santana to spin around and see him though. She drops the brush immediately and stares at Manny with wide eyes. She rushes over to her ihome and turns it off filling the room with silence.
Manny chuckles and stands up straight, "Why are you in such a good mood?" He asks her with a smirk.
Santana bites her lip and tries to will the blush away from her face. She just shrugs in response and sits down on her bed, not daring to look up at her brother.
"Okay well who gave you a ride home? I thought Tina had Glee?" He asks, making his way into her bedroom. He sits down on her bed and leans up against the headboard, watching her.
Santana fiddles with her binder that is opened on her bed and shrugs her shoulders, "Brittany," She says softly.
Manny looks confused and tilts his head to the side. "Brittany? Who is Brittany? I've never heard you mention her." He asks curiously.
Santana chews on her bottom lip and fiddles with the pages in her binder, flipping the corners of the pages. "She is m-my friend." Santana says quietly. But then she frowns slightly to herself. Is Brittany her friend? She's really only spoken to her twice and they were both short conversations. But she did ride with her home on her motorcycle. Santana would like to consider her a friend, but she doesn't know how Brittany feels.
Manny nods his head slowly, watching his sister closely. He has never heard her mention a Brittany which is weird to him. Santana is very cautious with who she hangs out with. It also takes her awhile to warm up to someone so the fact that she caught a ride with someone he has never even heard of is odd to him.
"What?" Santana asks when she looks up and sees the way that her brother is looking at her. He is studying her like he is trying to read her mind or something. It makes her shift uncomfortably.
Narrowing his eyes, Manny continues watching her for another couple of minutes before breaking out into a grin. "Do you have a crush on someone?" He asks both shocked and amused. He hasn't known Santana to have a crush on anyone since her old babysitter. Which happened to be his girlfriend at the time. Santana was crazy jealous and it was amusing to him.
Santana's eyes widen and she shakes her head furiously. "What? N-no!" She says quickly. "Manny!" She shouts embarrassed. She covers her face with her hands and groans, which only makes him laugh louder.
When his laughter dies down, he scoots closer to her and puts his arm around her. "I'm sorry I laughed," he apologizes, still not being able to hide his grin. But she still has her face buried in her hands so she cant see him anyway. "Santana," He urges, pulling gently on her hands.
She lets her hands drop into her lap but she still doesn't look up at him.
"So what is she like?" He asks giving her shoulder a squeeze.
Santana rolls her eyes and pulls away from him slightly. "Manny, s-she is just a f-friend." She tells him, trying to sound as firm as possible.
He puts his hands up defensively but doesn't stop grinning. "Okay, I'm sorry, I'll stop asking about her." He says honestly. He gets off of her bed and walks towards her door. He stops in the doorway and turns around towards her, "Is she hot?" He asks with a mischievous grin.
"Get out!" Santana yells, throwing a pillow at him, but he dodges it and darts down the hallway, laughing loudly.
A/N: As always, reviews are greatly appreciated! (: Let me know what you like or didn't like or maybe a favorite part? (: