The Sound of Silence
Chapter 3
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Brittany walks inside the school from her lunch break and makes her way down the hallway to her 5th period class. It's math and she really hates math, but she also knows that she can't skip everyday or else she'll never graduate. Not that she'd really care whether or not she graduates. It's not like she will be able to go to college anyway. But her parents will officially disown her if she fails high school. Not that she'd really mind that either.
She hears a commotion around the corner and just out of curiosity heads towards it instead of her math class. She figures it's probably one of her friends stealing some kids money or something so she decides to go and check it out. She's been off of her game lately, and intimidating some freshman would sure hit the spot right now.
But when she rounds the corner she sees Santana pushed up against the lockers with Kitty and her two minions standing in front of her looking at the Latina menacingly.
Santana looks scared to death as her eyes dart back and forth between Kitty's. Normally, Brittany would enjoy seeing a sight like this, but it breaks her heart seeing Santana looking so afraid. It's confusing and instead of taking the time to figure out why it hurts her, she just walks over. She sees Kitty say something to Santana and Brittany can't make it out but whatever it was, it makes the two girls behind her start laughing in response.
"What's going on?" Brittany asks, approaching the four of them, her arms folded tightly across her chest.
Kitty and her friends turn to look at her and Brittany gives them all venomous glares.
Kitty backs away from Santana and directs her attention to the taller blonde. She lets out a laugh and shakes her head at Brittany, "Are you seriously about to stand up for this loser?" She asks amused.
"Are you seriously wanting me to kick your ass again?" Brittany spits back giving Kitty a challenging look.
Kitty stares at her for a few seconds, mirroring her challenging stance. But of course Kitty breaks first. She rolls her eyes and looks back at her two friends jerking her head, motioning for them to follow her as she walks away.
Brittany keeps her shoulders tense and the scowl on her face until Kitty and her friends turn the corner and are out of sight. She then relaxes and walks over to Santana, "Are you okay?" She asks worriedly, her face softening.
Santana nods, straightening her sweater out and then bends down to pick her backpack up off the ground. She looks back up at Brittany and gives her a warm smile, thanking her for saving her.
Brittany can't help but grin back at her. "Where are you headed? What class do you have next?" She asks curiously.
Santana holds out one of the textbooks in her hand for Brittany to see.
The blonde looks at the cover and nods her head. "History," She says and Santana nods back in response to confirm it. "Mr. Parks?" She asks and Santana nods once again. There are only two history teachers for their grade and Mr. Parks teaches the AP course, which Brittany can safely assume is the class Santana is in. "After you," She says with a small smirk, motioning with her hand for Santana to start walking.
Santana smiles shyly at her and starts walking towards the classroom and Brittany walks next to her. Santana keeps side eyeing the girl next to her a bit nervously, but mostly she is just happy that Brittany is walking with her. Though she doesn't really understand why Brittany is walking with her. She also doesn't understand why Brittany had just stood up for her. But she can't help the small smile from forming on her lips as her and Brittany walk in sync to her History class.
"Well here we are. Safe and sound." Brittany says, spinning to lean up against the wall next to the doorway.
Santana smiles up at Brittany and bites down on her lip, not really knowing what to do next. Brittany just grins at her and nods her head toward the classroom signaling for Santana to go inside. So with an awkward wave and a sheepish smile, Santana walks into her classroom, taking her seat.
Brittany is already late for her Math class so she just decides there is no point in going at all. Probably not the best logic, but it works for her. So instead she makes her way outside and underneath the bleachers, hoping that someone from her group will be out there as well.
When she makes it under the bleachers she sees Quinn and Sam already sitting down, sharing a joint. She lets out a sigh of relief and sits down next to Sam, plucking the joint from between his fingers just as he is bringing it to his mouth.
"Hey," Sam protests weakly.
Brittany just smiles innocently at him and takes a drag.
"Where is Puck?" Brittany asks curiously. He is normally always out here. He skips class the most out of all of them.
Quinn just shrugs in response and Sam grabs the joint back from Brittany, taking a drag before answering her. "He said he was going to the nurse to take a nap." He informs the both of them.
Brittany smirks and shakes her head, taking the joint from Quinn who now had it. She should have known. If he isn't out here, he is probably sleeping in the nurses office. She is surprised that the nurse even lets him come in anymore. He goes in way too often to be taken seriously. But Puck is a charmer, even to old women like their nurse. The thought of Puck seducing their 70 year old nurse makes Brittany cringe.
She doesn't even bother asking where Sugar is, because she knows the girl is in class. She hardly ever skips, and when she does it's because the rest of the group forces her to.
"Yo Britt, stop hogging it all," Quinn calls out, snapping Brittany out of her thoughts. She looks down at her right hand and realizes she is still holding the joint and it is slowly burning out. Without a word, she passes it over to Quinn.
Sam pulls a bag of Goldfish out of his backpack and opens the package up. He holds them out towards Brittany and the blonde smiles widely. Goldfish are her favorite. She holds her hand out and he sprinkles a few in her hand.
She tosses a couple in her mouth and looks over at Sam who is holding one out in front of him, making it swim in the air. She chuckles and he glances over at her, laughing himself. "Catch," He tells her holding the fish up, ready to throw it.
Brittany opens her mouth up wide and Sam throws it to her. It goes a little right and Brittany moves her head, trying to catch it, but it ends up hitting her cheek and bouncing on to the ground. "Damn," She says with a chuckle looking at the fallen fish.
She takes the joint from Quinn and takes a long drag before passing it off to Sam. "You're turn," She tells him, holding her own fish up. "And you better catch this because your mouth is huge." Brittany tells him, making him frown. "It's kind of an unfair advantage." She pouts.
Sam shakes his head and passes the joint back to Quinn, before turning his body to get ready to catch the fish. "Not if you keep score by saying whoever throws it gets the point. Like basketball." He informs her.
Brittany grins and nods her head, liking his way of scoring better than hers. She throws the fish at his face and successfully hits her mark. She squeals and throws her arms up in the air in victory. "I win." She says smugly.
Sam just throws another one at her but aims for her forehead, making her gasp.
She is about to retaliate, but suddenly gets the urge to look at her cell phone and check the time. She sees that there are only a couple minutes left until the bell rings, making her jump up, startling her friends. "I've got to go." She says, stuffing the last of her handful of goldfish into her mouth.
"Go where?" Sam asks confused and clearly disappointed.
"I have something I have to do." She says vaguely. Without another word, she makes her way out from under the bleachers and heads towards the school.
o0o0o
Santana is surprised to see Brittany leaning up against the lockers waiting for her when History is over. She is also surprised to see her in the same position after her last two classes. But she is definitely not complaining.
Brittany walks her all the way outside to the bike rack and watches Santana carefully put in the combination to her lock and unchain the bike. "By the way, I spoke to Kitty," Brittany informs her, making Santana look up at her a bit fearfully. "She won't be bothering you anymore." She adds with a small shrug and a smirk.
Santana lets out a breath of relief and smiles up at the blonde. She practically lunges at Brittany pulling her into a hug, which surprises both of them. Once Santana realizes what she is doing she almost pulls away, but then she feels Brittany's arms wrap around her waist.
They both smile into the embrace, surprised at how good it feels. How right it feels.
Santana isn't touchy with people she barely knows and Brittany just doesn't do hugs. Period.
But neither want this embrace to end.
"Brittany! There you are, let's go!" Sam shouts making them pull away abruptly.
Both girls look over at him and see Puck, Quinn and Sugar standing next to him as well. They all glance between Brittany and Santana. Puck and Sam don't really seem bothered but look a bit confused and Sugar looks intrigued. Quinn on the other hand has her eyes narrowed looking between the two like they just did something awful.
Brittany turns her attention back to Santana who has her eyes set on the concrete beneath her, toeing at a small rock. "Well I guess I'll see you around," Brittany says a bit awkwardly, shoving her hands into her pockets.
Santana just nods her head, her eyes not meeting Brittany's. Suddenly, she is feeling very self conscious again and feels as if she is almost frozen in fear and embarrassment. She isn't sure where that hug came from and it also doesn't help that all of Brittany's friends are still staring at her and that Quinn is looking at her like she is something disgusting.
Brittany walks over to her friends that are looking at her as if she'd grown two heads, but she ignores the looks and just gives them all bored expressions. "You guys ready to go?" She asks, acting as if nothing had just happened.
"What the hell was that?" Quinn just about snarls at Brittany, her eyes sliding over to Santana, who was looking at them. But when her eyes meet Quinn's, she quickly looks back down at the ground nervously.
"Why were you hugging that loser? Do you need a shower?" Sugar asks, disgusted.
Brittany rolls her eyes and sighs. "It was nothing." She brushes off with a shrug. "Stop being so overdramatic." She says, brushing past them and heading for the parking lot.
Her friends end up following her, but Quinn pulls Brittany behind, letting the others walk in front of them. "What the hell is going on?" Quinn whispers, but it sounds like yelling to Brittany. "Why were you hugging that loser?"
Brittany just huffs in response and rolls her eyes. She stops walking and turns to the shorter blonde. "Back off," She says warningly, giving Quinn a glare that tells her she is done with the conversation. And if Quinn is smart she will drop it.
Quinn looks like she is going to backdown so Brittany continues walking. However, Quinn speaks up again. "Sugar told me that you stood up to Kitty for her and that you threatened her." She says, catching up to Brittany and walking next to her.
Brittany's jaw clenches, but instead of lashing out, she takes a deep breath and exhales loudly, "I hate Kitty," She says simply with a shrug, not understanding what the big deal is.
"Yeah me too, but you've never bothered interfering when she was messing with nerds until now." Quinn points out. "So what is different?"
Brittany stops walking again and turns to Quinn quickly, who jumps a bit, startled. "Stay out of my damn business." Brittany says lowly, giving Quinn a scowl. She glares at Quinn a few good seconds, making sure that the shorter girl receives her message, and then she turns and catches up with the rest of her friends.
o0o0o
Santana walks into her kitchen later that night and sees her mom standing over the stove cooking something. She can also smell it and it makes her hum. "Dinner smells good." She says, making her mother glance over her shoulder at her.
Maribel smiles and turns back to the stove. "I'm making tortilla soup," She responds. "Want to help?" She asks, already knowing Santana will say yes. Santana has always loved helping her cook. She's done it since she was able to hold a spoon.
Santana is at her mother's side instantly, looking over her progress and what needs to be done next. "Ch-chop the onions?" She asks, and Maribel nods, handing her an onion that was on the counter, opposite the side Santana is on.
Grabbing a knife from the block, Santana sets the onion down on the cutting board and skillfully starts chopping the onions. "Are you already finished with your homework?" Maribel asks as she tosses some seasoning into the pot and continues stirring.
Santana shakes her head. "Not q-quite. I just wanted to take a break and see if you needed help." Santana responds, making her mother nod.
A few minutes later Santana has moved on to Chile peppers and Manny makes his way into the kitchen. He walks over to the pantry and grabs a bag of Doritos, opening them and stuffing a handful into is mouth.
"Aye dies mío, Manny," Maribel says with a sigh. "Dinner is almost ready," She chastises.
Manny smirks and puts the bag down on the table, but grabs another handful. "Don't worry Ma, I'll still be hungry. This is like warming up before a game." He says, making Santana laugh and Maribel shake her head, rolling her eyes.
"So Santana, how is Brittany?" Manny asks taking a seat at the kitchen table.
Santana looks over her shoulder with wide eyes to see her bother smirking at her. She gives him a death glare and he just continues smiling innocently at her, acting as if he has no idea he wasn't supposed to bring her up.
"Who is Brittany?" Maribel asks with genuine curiosity. She doesn't take her eyes off of her soup as she continues throwing seasonings in and mixing. However, when neither of her kids answer her question, she looks up curiously. She glances at Santana who is still glaring at her brother and then moves her attention over to Manny who has a shit eating grin on his face. "Is there something I should know?" She asks raising a brow at her daughter.
Santana's eyes widen once again and she furiously shakes her head. "N-n-no," She says quickly. "She's j-just a friend of m-mine." She adds, turning her attention back to the peppers.
Maribel eyes Santana suspicously and then glances back over at Manny who smiles widely at her and she can tell he's trying not to laugh. "Okay," Maribel finally says, deciding not to further interrogate her daughter. The subject is obviously something she doesn't want to talk about right now. But she will definitely ask her about it later. Or maybe Manny.
o0o0o
Brittany sits down at her desk and opens up her laptop. She pulls the internet up and types, 'Selective Mutism' into the google search bar, deciding to research the disorder. Sugar had told her a little about it, but she wants to understand it better. Understand Santana better.
She clicks on the first page that comes up which is some medical library site. She reads over the definition and realizes that it is basically what Sugar had said. She has the ability to speak, but can't in certain situations. And it is commonly associated with a social phobia. And although many people believe they're just choosing to not speak, that isn't the case. They physically can't when in certain situations.
She continues reading about the disorder until she hears footsteps. She looks up and sees Quinn and Puck walk into the room, making her shut the lid of her computer quickly.
Puck falls onto her bed and Quinn eyes her and the computer suspiciously, not missing the way Brittany had closed it so fast. "What are you doing?" She asks curiously.
Brittany just shrugs and moves away from her desk, "nothing," She responds, sitting down on the bed by Puck's feet. "Get your shoes off of my bed." She scolds him, hitting his shin.
Puck rolls his eyes and kicks his boots off onto the floor, before settling back into her soft bed.
She looks over at Quinn who is now sitting at her desk and lifting the lid of her computer up. Brittany's eyes widen and she jumps across the room, slamming the computer closed again, almost catching Quinn's fingers.
But she is too late. "Selective Mutism?" Quinn frowns. Her eyes move up to Brittany and she gives her an incredulous look. "Seriously?"
Brittany rolls her eyes and snatches her computer off of her desk and slides it back into her laptop bag. "Look at my computer again without my permission and I'll kick your ass," Brittany warns, giving the shorter blonde a harsh glare. Quinn just rolls her eyes, not looking bothered by the threat. Though she should be. Brittany has kicked her ass on more than one occasion.
"I really don't understand your fascination with this girl." Quinn says, shaking her head.
Brittany folds her arms over her chest and glares at Quinn, "I don't understand why you care so much." She retorts. "It's not your business who I talk to or who I am friends with." She says matter of fact.
Quinn lets out a bitter laugh and shakes her head. "She isn't like us Brittany." Quinn informs her and Brittany's brows furrow in confusion. "She has a cushy life." Quinn tells her. "She has a loving family, perfect grades, she follows the rules," She lists, using her fingers to count. "Do you seriously think that she wants to be friends with someone like you? Like us?"
"You don't know anything about her." Brittany says defensively.
"And you do?" Quinn scoffs.
Brittany opens her mouth to say something, but then closes it. Quinn is right, she doesn't know anything about Santana. But she wants to. "Just stay out of my damn business," Brittany warns, poking Quinn's chest.
"Ladies," Puck says, sitting up on the bed. He gives them a smirk and they both look at him annoyed. "How about we settle this with a wrestling match. Possibly some jello?" He suggests with a mischievous grin.
Both Brittany and Quinn scowl at him, then direct their attention back to each other, ignoring him. "Look, I'm tired of talking about this." Brittany says, frustrated. "Stop worrying about what I do and who I talk to." She tells her with finality, letting Quinn know that the conversation is over.
Quinn clenches her jaw, but backs down. She exhales through her nose and takes a step back then walking over to the bed. She sits down next to Puck who is just looking between the two in amusement, but slightly disappointed it didn't turn into a chick fight.
"Brittany mind if I steal something from your parents bar?" Puck asks standing up from the bed.
"Knock yourself out," She says, waving her hand carelessly in the air.
o0o0o
Santana finds Brittany waiting on her again after her last class of the day. She hadn't seen the blonde since she walked her out yesterday and the sight of her, makes her grin embarrassingly wide.
"Hey," Brittany smiles, pushing herself up off the wall she'd been leaning against. "I have detention today, but I thought I'd walk you to your bike first." Brittany explains as they begin walking towards the doors.
Santana looks curiously at Brittany, wondering why she has detention.
Brittany seems to know what she is asking and she smirks. "I called Mr. Shue and asshole." She says nonchalantly, making Santana's eyes widen. "What? He is." She says with a shrug.
They reach the bike rack and Brittany leans up against the railing watching Santana put in the combo. "I wanted to ask you something," Brittany says a bit nervously.
Santana looks up at her curiously, a bit fearful of what the blonde is going to ask her. She seems a bit hesitant and she's never seen that side of Brittany. It makes her nervous as well.
"We're going to this party tonight and I wanted to see if you would come with us." She asks hopefully.
Santana looks down at the ground and shakes her head. She feels bad for saying no to Brittany, but she really can't go to a party. It's one thing for her to be able to be around Brittany, just the two of them. It's a whole other thing for her to go to a party with tons of drunk people and loud music.
"Oh," Brittany says a little disappointed. "I understand." She says giving Santana a small smile.
Santana looks up at Brittany and sees the disappointment in her eyes and it makes her stomach drop. She's never wished that she was normal more in her life than right now.
Hesitantly, Santana reaches out and grabs Brittany's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. She doesn't want Brittany to be mad at her or think that she doesn't want to hang out with her. Because that isn't the case at all. She would just have a panic attack if she went to the party. That is something she doesn't want happening nor does she want Brittany seeing.
Brittany moves her eyes up from their hands to meet Santana's big brown eyes and smiles genuinely at the girl. She nods her head getting the message. She knew it was a long shot to get Santana to go to the party. She'd read some more on her disorder and she knows that Santana doesn't do well in social situations like a party.
"Well, I should get to detention or else I'll have to go Monday as well." She says, pulling her hand away from Santana.
Santana nods her head and takes a step forward. She bites down on her lip and looks at Brittany hesitantly, suddenly not feeling as bold as she was a second ago.
But Brittany makes the move for her and wraps her arms around Santana's waist, holding her tightly. "I'll see you later," She says softly, before pulling away. She stays close to Santana and brings her hands up to adjust the brunette's glasses that had gone a little crooked. "Get home safe."
Santana smiles and nods her head, her heart fluttering at the close contact with Brittany. She feels her cheeks turning red and she ducks her head a little, trying to hide it from Brittany.
"Bye Santana," Brittany says, stepping away, and heading back into the school.
o0o0o
Brittany stumbles out onto the back porch of Finn's house and spots Puck talking up some girl. She walks over to him a little ungracefully and pulls him up by his jacket.
"What the hell?" He asks, looking at her annoyed. "That chick was totally about to take a ride on the Puckasarous." He says with a smirk, motioning with his hands down to his crotch.
Brittany's face scrunches up in disgust and she rolls her eyes. "I'm ready to go." She tells him, not even caring that she is cock blocking. It's not like he doesn't get sex on a regular basis. He'll be alright.
Puck sighs in annoyance and turns back to the girl he'd been chatting up and sees her sitting on some guys lap with her tongue down his throat. "Aw man," He whines giving Brittany an annoyed look. But she just shrugs, not even bothered.
Brittany spots Quinn on the other side of the porch smoking a cigarette and talking to a group of people that she doesn't really know nor does she really care to know. "Where is Sam?" She asks, looking around the party. "And Sugar?"
Puck shrugs his shoulders and looks around the backyard as well. He holds his hand up and points out into the yard a few seconds later.
Brittany follows his line of sight and sees Sugar leaning against a tree sipping on her drink through a straw, as some guy talks to her. She looks a little bored, but mainly just drunk. "Go find Sam, I'll get Quinn and Sugar." Brittany instructs before wobbling out into the yard to retrieve Sugar.
They meet back in the front yard at Sam's truck. He'd been the designated driver and had been cut off after the first hour of being at the party. Not that he really minded. They drank all the time and he could still have a good time without drinking. He's probably the only one in the group that doesn't drink that often anyway. If he does, he just has a few. He hardly ever gets wasted. Which is why he is the designated driver most of the time.
"Why are we leaving so early?" Quinn asks, climbing into the back of the truck after Sugar and Puck.
Brittany claimed shotgun and climbs into the passenger seat. "I want to go somewhere." Brittany says, pulling the seatbelt around her body. She struggles a bit to get it buckled but finally mageges.
"Where to?" Sam asks, putting the truck into drive and pulling off the curb.
"I'll point you in the right direction." Brittany tells him, not remembering the address. She just knows how to get there.
It only takes a few minutes and Sam pulls up on the curb in front of the house. They all look confused except for Brittany who grins widely and struggles to get her seatbelt off in her haste.
"Whose house is this Brittany?" Sam asks, looking out the windshield at the house, his face scrunched up in confusion.
Quinn lets out a scoff and leans over, looking incredulously at Brittany, "Is this Santana's house?"
Brittany doesn't answer and hops out of the truck. Once she is out, she turns back to them. "Just wait here." She instructs before spinning back around and heading towards the house. She walks over to the side of the house, standing under the second story window that she'd seen Santana looking out the other day.
She wants to climb up it and knock on the window like in all those cheesy movies. But she doesn't have a latter and there isn't a conveniently located tree like there happens to be in all the movies.
So instead, she looks around the ground for some small rocks or pebbles. But there are of course none of those lying around either. She sighs, stuffing her hands into her pockets and she feels a couple of coins. She smiles and pulls them out, revealing two pennies and a nickel.
Without aiming she tosses the nickel up at the window, but it doesn't go anywhere near it. Wow, maybe she is drunker than she'd thought. Bringing the penny up to her face, she squints her eyes, aiming for the window. She successfully hits it this time and does a small fist bump.
She waits a few seconds, but nothing happens, making her sigh. She carefully tosses the last penny, hoping that she doesn't miss her mark because there is no way she'll be able to find the fallen coins in the yard.
The penny hits the window square on and she holds her breath in anticipation, hopping it will work and get Santana's attention.
A couple of seconds later she sees the blinds move so she waves both of her hands above her head, hoping that she can be seen. The blinds close once again and then open up completely, revealing Santana's face.
"Hey!" Brittany shouts quietly as Santana opens her window. "Come downstairs!" She tells the girl, pointing to Santana's front door.
Santana looks confused and she bites down on her lip before hesitantly nodding her head. She closes the window back and disappears as Brittany sprints up to the front door.
It takes a few minutes and Brittany waits impatiently, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet, waiting on Santana. But eventually she hears the door unlocking and then open, revealing Santana.
"I don't have your phone number." Brittany blurts out, not even greeting Santana properly.
Santana tilts her head to the side, but grins a little at Brittany. She bites down on her lip and opens the door a little wider, signaling for Brittany to come inside.
Brittany follows her in and looks around the house. She can see the living room from the foyer and the dining room. The house isn't huge, but it's nice and very cozy. It's warm and inviting unlike her house. It actually looks like someone lives here.
Santana tugs on Brittany's hand gently trying to get the blonde's attention. Brittany pulls her eyes away from the living room and looks at Santana who is backing up towards the stairs. She smiles at Santana and follows behind her. Santana turns around as they walk up the stairs and holds a finger up to her lips, signaling to Brittany to be quiet.
Brittany just nods and tries her best to not make any noise all the way up the stairs and down the hallway. She follows Santana into her room and her eyes immediately dart around, taking it all in. "It's not what I expected." She states. "Not that I've like imaged what your room looks like or anything." She adds quickly, giving Santana and awkward shrug. "That'd be creepy," She mumbles.
Santana just smiles and walks over to her nightstand where her cell phone is. She unlocks the screen and pulls up her contacts hitting, add new. She then hands the phone over to Brittany to put her information in.
Brittany successfully puts her number into the phone under her name. She puts a heart next to her name as well, which she'll probably be embarrassed by tomorrow. "Send me a text so I'll have your number." She tells Santana who nods and takes the phone from her.
Santana starts typing out a text and Brittany takes the opportunity to continue looking around her room. The walls are a dark gray color that is almost black. Her comforter is black and her sheets are a royal purple. It's definitely not how she'd expected Santana's room to be. But she likes it. It's kind of sexy actually.
She turns her attention back to Santana when she feels her phone vibrate in her pocket. She knows that it is from Santana so she doesn't even bother checking it. She'll save the number later.
Instead, she takes in Santana's outfit for the first time. She's wearing a pajama onsie that has planets and stars all over it. It's kind of adorable. Her hair is also down, which is something that Brittany has never seen before. It's really long and has a natural wave to it. It looks so soft, she just wants to reach out and touch it. But she retrains herself. "Nice outfit." Brittany comments with a smirk.
It seems that Santana has just now realized what she is wearing as well and she looks down at herself, her face turning beat red.
"It's adorable." Brittany assures her softly. "I really like it." She says, making Santana look back up at her, her face still red. Brittany looks just as sincere as she'd sounded and it makes her embarrassment fade just a bit. "I kind of want one now actually," Brittany continues with a smile. "But I want one with unicorns."
Santana grins and raises a brow at the blonde.
Brittany just shrugs at the look. "I like unicorns." She admits. "But don't tell anyone." She adds quickly. She tries to give Santana a stern look, but it doesn't really work. She just ends up laughing.
Her phone vibrates in her pocket and she pulls it out, knowing that it isn't from Santana this time. It's from Quinn which makes her sigh. She opens it up although she already knows what it is going to say. We're about to leave you.
"I should go." Brittany says disappointed. "My friends are waiting outside for me." She explains. "And you look really tired." She adds, noticing how exhausted Santana looks. She then realizes she probably woke Santana up.
Santana mirrors Brittany's disappointed expression, but she nods her head in understanding. A part of her wants Brittany to stay, but then she is also exhausted. And Brittany's friends are waiting on her. She doesn't want to piss off her friends. They already hate her.
They walk to the front door and stand in front of each other, both looking a bit awkward. Brittany lets out a breath of air that sort of sounds like a chuckle at the same time and she rolls her eyes at herself for being lame. Without wasting another second, she pulls Santana into a hug.
Santana gasps at the sudden action, but she wraps her arms around Brittany's neck and relaxes into her arms.
"You smell really good," Brittany mumbles, burying her face in Santana's hair that is flowing over her shoulder.
Santana's heart flutters and she swallows hard. She copies Brittany and buries her face in Brittany's neck, basking in Brittany's own smell. She smells like cigarettes and alcohol, but Santana can also pick up a hint of something fruity and something that she can't describe. It's just Brittany and it smells wonderful.
After a couple of minutes Brittany's phone vibrates again, forcing them to pull apart. The blonde sighs and gives Santana an apologetic grin. "I really should go or else I'll be walking home." She says with a small laugh.
Santana just nods again and gives Brittany a smile, letting her know she isn't mad.
Without thinking, Brittany leans in and kisses Santana's cheek. When she pulls back she feels her face burning all the way up to her ears. Santana has her eyes set on the ground and Brittany can see the blush on her face as well. She lets out a nervous laugh and shoves her hands in her pockets. "I'll see you later," She says with a nervous smile.
Santana just nods her head, still not looking up to meet Brittany's eyes. She opens the front door and just slightly glances up at Brittany, not picking her head up. Their eyes meet and they smile shyly at each other before Brittany walks out of the house.
When she sees Brittany get into the truck, Santana shuts the front door and leans up against it. She lets out a breath of air she felt like she'd been holding since Brittany had arrived. A grin slowly creeps onto her face and she can't stop herself from doing a little happy dance in the foyer.
"Santana?" Maribel's voice calls from down the hallway. "Santana what are you doing? I heard the door open." She says confused, walking into the foyer. Her eyes are squinted from the bright light and her hair is going in all sorts of directions.
Santana's eyes widen a bit and her heart starts thumping in her chest nervously. "I-I-I couldn't s-sleep." Santana lies. "So I went outside f-for some air." She continues to explain, lying through her teeth. She's never done that before. She's never lied to her mother. But this isn't even a big deal right?
Maribel frowns at her daughter, her eyes finally adjusting to the harsh light. "What's wrong? Why can't you sleep?" She asks concerned.
Santana just shrugs her shoulders. "Nothing is wrong. I t-took a nap earlier and now I'm just not t-tired." She says. It's not a complete lie, because she did take a nap earlier.
"Well come here, I'll make you some warm milk." She tells her, motioning with her hand for Santana to follow her to the kitchen. Santana just nods and obediently follows. She's actually exhausted and could probably fall asleep pretty easily, however she's already made the lie. Now she has to follow through and wait for some milk.
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Santana makes it back up to her room after her mom had made her some milk. She sets the glass down on her nightstand and climbs back into her bed. She pushes the button on her phone, checking the time and she is surprised to see a text message. It's from Brittany.
Brittany (1:31 a.m) I'm sorry for waking you
Getting comfortable in her bed, Santana smiles and holds her phone up above her head, typing out her reply.
Sent (1:39 a.m) It's fine. I can't believe you came all the way to my house just to get my phone number.
Santana can't get the grin to disappear from her face no matter how hard she tries. She even giggles at herself, because she actually is trying to not smile, but she isn't successful. She really doesn't know what it is about Brittany that makes her feel so comfortable. She hasn't spoken in front of her yet, but she has done a lot of things with her that are unusual. She rode on her motorcycle wit her, she invited her up to her bedroom and she hugged her. 3 times.
She knows that her brother is right. She definitely has a crush on Brittany. But it's not like it matters. Brittany is straight for one thing and two someone like Brittany would never like someone like her. She isn't even sure why Brittany seems to want to be friends with her. Maybe she is up to something.
Before Santana can even consider that thought, her phone vibrates in her hand.
Brittany (1:41 a.m) Well, I may have just wanted to see you too (:
Santana's eyes widen and her heart races in her chest. She feels like she can't breath so she sits up in her bed, hoping that it'll help. She reads over the text a few more times, making sure that she hadn't just imagined it said that. Maybe Brittany could like her back?
She bites down on her lip and lets her fingers hover over the keyboard. What does she say in response to that? She's getting worked up and anxious over a text message and it makes her roll her eyes at herself.
Sighing, she starts typing out her response.
I'm glad you came over.
She reads over her message about 50 times, debating on wether or not she should send it. She's nervous and her finger keeps hovering the send button before moving away and resting down at the bottom of her phone.
She sits up a little straighter and lets her finger hover over send again. She squeezes her eyes shut and lets out a small squeak as her finger presses down firmly.
A/N: I have a few options in my head, but I'd like to hear you guys' opinion! What would you like Santana's first words to Brittany to be? And in what like scene or situation? (: Let me know please! (:
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