Brittany inhaled sharply through her nose, her hand immediately going to her eyes which instantly stung and burned from the syrup. Everyone who had bothered to crowd around the scene all laughed. And the blonde grit her teeth and willed herself not to burst into tears. She reached up with her free hand and pulled her hat off her head, letting her long hair fall out around her shoulders. “Woah she’s hot. Who would have though the she-man would have that hiding under her dyke cap. ” One of the jocks noted before they all chuckled again. Brittany blinked her burning stared at the blue stained happy face hat, which was almost mocking her with it’s grin. And she began to feel the tell-tale signs of hot tears slipping from her eyes.
Don’t cry….don’t cry….she willed herself, closing her eyes for a second and trying to ignore the stinging cold on her face as she bolted through the crowd. Somebody, she didn’t catch who, stuck their foot out to trip her. And it worked too, almost sending the humiliated blonde to the floor. Luckily though she had enough grace not to do so, and she stumbled for a second before she caught her balance and continued running into the girls’ bathroom. Thank god no one was in there, she didn’t think she could deal with it if some other cheerios were hanging around in there. She threw her hat into the sink, grabbing a few paper towels and wetting them instantly in cold water.
She was sniffling to herself, rubbing the paper towel over her blue stained cheeks and eyes. She hated this…she hated this town, this school, these people. But most of all she hated that Santana Lopez. Obviously she shouldn’t have been cheating off the girl. But in Brittany’s mind, no one deserved something like this. It hadn’t been her first slushy, and it most certainly wouldn’t be her last, she was sure of it. All she could do was try to get the stain off her clothes so her mom and dad wouldn’t worry. She had already put them through enough by flunking out of crawford, and she just really needed to deal with it for one more year….she sniffed loudly and stared at herself in the mirror. There was nothing wrong with her….nothing. And yet she was hated for it. Brittany let out a choked sound and threw the dirty paper towels into the trash before she slid down to the floor, head in her hands and their insults swirling around in her mind.
Santana’s breath hitched, she hasn’t expected for Brittany to turn into an angel within seconds. You know those lame ass romantic comedies when the female characters unties her pony and lets all of her locks fall down making her so gorgeous suddenly everyone wants her? Yeah that was pretty much happening in front of Santana’s very eyes. She was just so… perfect, innocent and with slushie dripping from her clothes, close to crying. She has never thought she’d actually feel bad about seeing someone being slushied, this was different thought, she actually felt impossibly weird around the blonde and now… this, shame maybe? Regret of putting her into this situation just because she wanted to save her face?
Santana didn’t know, yet still she stayed after everyone else has decided to leave and blocked the bathroom door from the wandering freshmen. It only took one harsh glance with her standing nearby to push them away, scared of being on Santana Lopez’s bad side. It was after hours anyways so only a couple of nerds stayed around for their stupid AP assignments and chess clubs. She was safe, resting her back against the door, listening to quiet sobs coming from the other side.
The Latina let out a soft sigh, she felt bad about this. Stupid little thing escalated into this, just because there were people around. It was always about pleasing the audience, but she shouldn’t have let them hurt someone like Brittany to this point. Yes, she was jealous and incredibly mad at the girl, but… she didn’t deserve it, no one did. Well maybe beside Santana herself for being a coward.
It’s not like Santana hasn’t hated herself for it every single day. That and pretty much everything else. Her eyelids fluttered closed, holding onto that stubborn, single tear ready to escape down her cheek. And it did, running down the curve of her cheek just to dry on her pouty lips. Stupid, it was all her fault that someone was being tormented like this, if only Brittany’s presence wasn’t pushing her buttons so much things would’ve been much, much easier to begin with.
Then she was greeted with the silence.
Fuck, Santana hasn’t really been paying attention of how long she has been standing there, it could’ve been minutes but it could’ve been hours as well. And now Brittany was ready to leave, she couldn’t see her. Santana’s heart skipped a beat as the cheerleader jogged towards the end of the hall, if only she knew that someone has known exactly how she looked from behind, just a couple seconds too soon.
Santana’s voice screeching at her made the blonde trip over her own feet for a second, but she want’ able to get away before she felt herself being whipped around. “I….didn’t do anything.” Brittany managed out, recoiling back from the angry Latina spitting up at her. A couple of people watching all laughed to themselves, and Brittany’s eyes flickered over to them before they shot back down to Santana. She could feel the presence of more and more people beginning to crowd around them, and Brittany shifted uncomfortably on her feet, the soles of her keds squeaking against the dirty floor. Her eyes narrowed carefully at the other girl’s tone, nose wrinkling at the whole ‘on your knees begging for forgiveness thing.’ What was wrong with this chick? She was always making Brittany’s life hell and it really wasn’t cool at all.
“I’m not going to beg you for anything, Santana.” she deadpanned, her face shifting into a poor mask of indifference. A few people let out little shrieks of laughter which Brittany promptly ignored. She hated this damn school so much. She was better off at Crawford. “I was just comparing answers. You got number twelve wrong, by the way.” The lie slipped easily from her lips and Brittany swallowed thickly before turning back around and fidgeting with the brim of her hat out of nerves. “Now….I gotta go. Stop antiquing me.”
Antagonizing. Shit. She meant to say antagonize. Stupid. Brittany frowned deep at herself and just hoped everyone knew what she meant before hoisting her bag higher on her back and beginning to shuffle away. All she had to do was get away from Santana, through the crowd and get into the bathroom. Then she could hide in the stall until Mr. Kidney the janitor gave her the coast clear. Two cheerios though who were watching stepped forward in front of her, their arms crossed and staring at their captain who was right behind the blonde. “Not so fast, freakshow.” one of them bit at her. Brittany let out a defeated noise and peeked back at the brunette. “Why can’t you just leave me alone? I didn’t cheat off you okay? Don’t be such a….bitch.”
Santana laughed almost cruelly at the girl’s words. “We’ll see about that.” She stated with a cocky smirk painting on her features. Brittany needed to learn the right way of treating people who were better than her at this school. Show some freaking respect when it came to popular kids and for fucks sake how moronic was it to cheat of the person who tormented you every single day of the weak? But then again Santana has never done more than use her words against the blonde. She has never raised a cup of slushie on anyone. She didn’t need to, there were minions and football players for that. She had her position and respect, something to keep her hands clean no matter what was happening and as always her cheerios didn’t let her down, successfully blocking Brittany’s escape route from her.
“If you were just comparing answers you would’ve known better than to look at mine she man, we both know you’re too stupid to do it on your own anyways so your lies are only digging you a deeper grave. And tell me something I don’t know. This time though…. I’m all innocent, see?” Santana raised her hands in the air waving them nonchalantly. “My hands are up here.” She stated, but that little nod following her words was enough for one of the cheerios to slip past the crowd surrounding them and throw the frozen drink right onto the blonde’s pretty little face. Santana just laughed, turning onto her heel dismissively. “Next time you’re going to cheat off me try learning the right words to use during our argument afterwards.” She snorted on her way towards the parking lot. Thank god for the lack of cheerio practice that day, she wouldn’t be able to stay as collected as she was right now.
You see the truth was she didn’t want to hurt the girl. Sure, Brittany’s openness was pissing her off most of the time but she didn’t like using her strength against someone defenseless. It was all a matter of maintaining her reputation, she couldn’t just let things slip past her like that. Especially with that little crowd surrounding their conversation. If it was just the two of them Santana would’ve probably stormed out much sooner, just giving Brittany a piece of mind and a warning. Now all that was left for her, was to forget the expression and pain hidden deep in those blue eyes when people laughed at her.
Dave snorted. “You make yourself sound like you’re Chuck Norris, but sorry dollface, you are no where near as epic as Chuck Norris.” he stated, as he closed the door behind them. He raised an eyebrow as she judged his house. Well this could be an interesting night, that was defintively for sure. “Well, glad you like it. Though, I wasn’t looking for your approval. Though i’ll let my mother know you approve of her interior decorating skills. She’s professional, you know.” he stated, walking casually passed her. It was true, his mom was an interior decorator, and had been somewhat popular as of lately.
He walked into the kitchen, opening up the fridge to grab a diet coke, leaning back. “Want anything? We have diet coke, that fancy bottle water shit, milk, sugar free juice, Sprite Zero, beer, vodka, you know, the works?” he called out, opening his can of diet coke. He took a loud sip of it, before just grabbing a bottle of the normal water, and taking it out to the living room. If Santana wanted something else, he’d give it to her.
Before she could say anything, he plopped down next to her. “If my mom catches you with your feet on there, oh that would be hilarious.” he handed her the bottle of water. “I’ll get you something else if you want.” he shrugged, before motioning to the tv. “Thought that maybe we could watch movies. Or play a game. Or something. I dunno. I mean the only other thing I can think of us doing is something sexual, and while yes, you are hot, you are not actually my type.” he said, regretting it moments after that came out. Yes she wasn’t his type because she was a chick and he only liked dicks. Mentally shaking his head. “Besides, I actually think Mike is a good guy, and would never try to steal his girl away.” he shrugged.
“Chuck Norris is lame, I’m awesome, so there is goes.” She shrugged, not really into the whole nerd thing or whatever. Well at least it wasn’t something she’d ever admit out loud in front of someone from McKinley. It was okay to do nerdy things in the safety of her own bedroom or with her little cousins. That was fine, as long as no one knew. She just needed to look ‘cool’ whatever that meant. Her reputation was everything, it always has been.
She was about to open up her mouth and answer before he started speaking about his mother and her supposed reaction. “Well as you said your parents aren’t here so I’ll take my chances.” Santana shrugged, not really caring about the whole parents deal. The only ones she tolerated were Mike’s parents even if they complained about her not being Asian half of the time. “Yeah just some water is fine.” Santana wasn’t really fond of adding even more chemicals into her system, especially after being made to drink Sue’s master cleanse every time the scary woman was around. Normal drinks weren’t an option either since they’ve had calories and she needed to look perfect, whatever that meant.
“I don’t play games, I’m not some sort of she man like that Pierce girl. “ She scoffed feeling much more defensive than she should have at the simple suggestion. “But I guess we can watch something.” With a little not to reassure herself Santana’s dark orbs met his once again. “Oh please Davey, I’m everybody’s type.” Santana smirked, but then he mentioned her boyfriend’s name. Right, she was supposed to be all good about someone that made her feel safe and it wasn’t as if she cared about Dave that much either. It wasn’t worth it, “So what you have in there?” She finally asked searching for some kind of movie collection in order to find something both of them could enjoy.
Dave let out a sigh as he relaxed onto the couch. What was he doing, inviting a girl over, obviously in a relationship, obviously not interested in him? It almost felt as though he was trying to prove to himself, prove that he could get a girl, even though lately, its been more of him trying to get Kurt. Him trying to get Kurt alone, trying to be with him every moment he cold. He was starting to miss him every single time they parted. He missed the way they cuddled after every time they screwed each other. He missed how he could just stare into the others eyes, and feel completely in peace. It was almost as though…he was in love with him. Dave shook his head. He wasn’t in love with Kurt. He couldn’t be in love with Kurt.
Turning the tv on, Dave tilted his head, trying to figure it out what exactly was playing on his screen. It was definitively a Christmas movie, there was no doubt about that. Watching for a few more moments, he let out a laugh when he realized what it was. It was Home Alone, in all its glory,and somewhat ironic that it was playing. Sighing Dave turned his head to glance at the door, wondering how long it was going to take Santana to get there. It wasn’t like Lima was that big of a city…so it wouldn’t take her long, right?
Dave glanced over at the door, noticing a slight shadow. Leaving the tv on, Dave wondered to the door, and looked through the peep hole. The only thing he noticed outside of the confident girl he always saw was the shaky hands. Dave stared in confusion before opening the door. “Were you going to ring the doorbell, or were you just going to stand out in the cold?” he asked, before holding the door open for her.
Santana pursued her lips, insecurities pushed deep inside of her as the invisible barriers surrounding her came back with a full force. There was no way she’d show vulnerability in front of a guy. A guy whose invitation she foolishly accepted for some reason, just because she wanted to prove to herself that she could get anyone, even if she was already with Mike. “Santana Lopez doesn’t ring the doorbell, the door is already waiting for her wide open whenever she’d want to come in.” The Latina snorted dismissively as she waved her hand and slipped in between him and the door frame into the house. “It’s not a bad place from what I can see.”
Her comment was only meant as a distraction once again, Santana wanted to show that she was above everything that were ordinary people, even if deep down inside she felt the exact opposite. Dave was just as popular as she was and he had it easier. Guys didn’t need to make sluts out of themselves in order to stay popular, they just threw that damn ball and looked cool in their letterman jackets. Santana envied that, and it only made her more disgusted, each time Mike pulled her closer, showing her off like some kind of an arm candy. Sure, he was a nice guy and probably was her safest choice, he didn’t push her into anything he wasn’t comfortable with and acted like a gentleman, but something was still missing and she didn’t dare to admit that she knew exactly what it was.
“So… Davey, what are we doing tonight?” She asked, looking over her shoulder to make sure that he was following her as she took a turn towards what seemed like the living room. Popping down on the couch Santana made herself comfortable and rested her feet on the coffee table, trying to act nonchalantly.
The brim of Brittany’s hat hid her eyes as she stared down at the paper in front of her. Stupid history test that she didn’t bother studying for. Her head lifted, staring at the clock and then flickered her gaze back down. Ten minutes. She sighed deeply and tapped the eraser of her pencil onto the desk as she figured out what the hell any of this stuff was. Her other hand came up to adjust her snap back again, and she shifted in her seat to lean forward towards the red uniformed girl sitting in front of her.
It was that god-awful Santana Lopez. The bitch who insisted on making fun of her at any given moment. For no reason either. But she was scribbling away at her sheet, and from this angle, Brittany could see her pen marks on the white page. A year shown out in particular, and Brittany paused for a second before copying down her answer. Whatever. It was the least Santana could do after all the crap she had put her through. The blonde smirked to herself and shuffled her seat a little farther, craning her neck to see her other answers and blatantly writing them down. But then she jumped when she heard the slight slap of someone hand on her desk.
“Eyes on your own paper Ms. Pierce. i won’t tell you again.” Mrs. Hagburg growled at her. She could hear the turning of other students heads look at her, and Brittany offered her a casual smile. “Sorry. I thought I saw one of those elves from the cookie commercials.” The teacher rolled her eyes, but thankfully the sounding bell saved her from any further yelling. Her paper was only half done, but she shoved it into the old woman’s hands before standing up and pulling her baggy sweats up more around her hips. “Alright. C’ya” She grabbed her bag and avoided looking at Santana in case the other girl had realized she had just been cheating off of her. Her hand moved up to tuck a stray piece of fine blonde hair beneath her hat before power walking out the door and heading down the hallway to the girl’s bathroom to hide from anyone else until the school cleared out. As usual.
Was it A or B? She’s been sitting staring at the same question for around 10 good minutes. Santana was one of those students who pretended not to care at all, whilst still maintaining good average. She might have been a popular cheerleader, but her doctor-father wouldn’t be proud to see her grades slipping from As and Bs to low Cs just because she didn’t have to study at all in order to pass. Still, even with half of the evening spend on those damn history notes, she couldn’t decide which answer. If she did she’d be allowed to leave early and maybe change for the practice before the other girl’s arrived, saving herself from those weird thoughts that came into her mind lately.
Something snapped her out of her trail of through. Mrs. Hagburg’s rough voice with heavy accent she couldn’t even figure out filled the room. Of course, Pierce girl again. It was hilarious how 3 out of 10 times the teacher had enough of something the blonde did, whether it was the pointless bullcrap leaving her mouth or cheating. Sometimes Santana wondered whether or not she’d get reprimanded for staring at other girls. She definitely should in the cheerleader’s opinion. Maybe that would fix her attitude a little bit. But back on the track, stupid girl dared to cheat of Santana Lopez, her mortal enemy number 1. This was not going to be pretty.
And she was definitely feeling guilty about it, since she was the first person who rushed out of the room the second bell rang. “I’m not done with you yet.” Santana growled under her nose and pointed at the nearest cheerio to pack up her things. She had much more important things to do, chasing Brittany Pierce for one. “Hey!” She stepped towards the girl in a hurried pace, yanking her around by the shoulder and giving her the best ‘I’m going to kill you’ Lopez stare. “Do you think you’re going to get away with stealing MY answers? This again, because you’ve been on my list since day one Pierce and this is unacceptable. Better get on your fucking knees and apologize before I’ll make your life a living hell. I mean I’ll move you to the next ring since you’re already there.” Santana smirked under her nose, her not that impressive slender frame tensed, arms crossed in front of the full chest as she waited for Brittany’s answer. By now a little crowd as gathered nearby, always watching like brainless sheep whenever someone was in trouble at this school.
Dave paced around his house, thinking about what was about to happen. He had invited Santana Lopez over, head bitch, and declared number one hottest girl in the school, and she had accepted. He had to have won some points for that. Part of him was trying to figure out why. She had a boyfriend, it’s not like she would do anything with him. And secretly, it wasn’t that he really wanted to do anything with her. He convinced himself that this was purely a ‘prove you’re straight, flirt with the hot chick, and maybe get laid’ kind of night. But if he needed to get laid…he could call Kurt.. Dave pushed the thought away, feeling sick. He couldn’t think about that. He wasn’t gay, all Kurt was, was his best friend. “A friend you’ve been in love with for practically forever. A friend you are more than happy to have sex with…” he hated his brain.
Picking up a few odds and ends around his room, he paused. Would he even bring her in here? Was there a point? He shrugged, and continued cleaning up before deciding to make the bed. He put away all evidence that could point to the fact that he and Kurt had fooled around recently with items, making sure they were in a place she wouldn’t be able to see. Satisfied with what he had done, he made his way downstairs.
In all honesty, he didn’t really know what they were going to do, so he had just rented a few movies and bought popcorn. He figured that all else fails, they would have that to do, and they wouldn’t be just awkwardly sitting around. He ran off to the kitchen, flipping out when he realized the dishes weren’t done. Glancing at his watch, he let out a sigh. A couple of minutes, he still had time. Hurridily, he washed off the dishes and sat them awkwardly into the dishwasher until it was full and there were no more dishes.
Taking one last sigh, Dave went to the entry way. Now he just had to wait. Pulling out his phone, he scrolled through his recent texts. Here soon?-D he texted, before shoving his phone into his pocket. Yeah…time to wait.
Santana had no idea what was she thinking when she agreed to come over when Dave asked her. It wasn’t like her to just accept random guy’s invitation, especially now that she and Mike were kind of official. There would be no point in changing guys when she was already on top of the social ladder. Maybe… just maybe she was too distracted to think properly. All cause of that Pierce girl, who the hell was she to walk around the halls of McKinley like she owned the place in that baggy clothes and caps. Santana’s blood was boiling each time she has seen the blonde hair poking out from beneath it. How dared she act like it was okay to be a super dyke when everyone clearly knew that it wasn’t.
This was not acceptable, not in a place like Lima, OH aka. The shithole in the middle of nowhere. Santana needed to set her as an example, because if she didn’t, there was always the possibility of people having ridiculous thoughts, like that she might actually accept lesbians…that she might like girls herself. Hence the whole misstep of accepting the invitation. She needed to remind herself that guys were what she really liked, even if that meant a moment or two of innocent flirting with someone with high reputation. Just in case Mike got mad and she had a back up plan. After all Santana has always been good in planning.
She was on her way to Karofsky’s residence when her phone buzzed inside of the pocket of her jeans. The Latina maneuvered herself to get it out without losing the control over the car her father has bought her as a way to ease his mind about not being there for her, like ever. Finally she unlocked her phone and read his message, already typing a reply and side glancing at the road in front of her. I’ll be there in a couple of minutes –S. She threw it on the passenger seat and in a matter of one long ass radio song she was already parking in front of his house.
It was now or newer, she thought, reaching for the doorbell with her hesitant slightly trembling hands. Final test that she could do this and focus her mind on what was important, boys and popularity, instead of how her mind tried to convince her over and over again, how Brittany freaking Pierce’s body was much more toned than her clothes has showed…
Yes, thought you should know.
Sex? Well if that’s the way you want it to go, then by all means….I accept.
Sec* this is why I shouldn’t drive and text. I am with Mike if you happened to have one of those temporary memory loss cases.
Yeah. Completely and utterly hot.
Ah. Okay. Yeah thats fine. I’ll see you soon?
Glad to hear that ;)
Yeah, I’ll be there in a sex.
You can be, but don’t worry, evil is hot.
I thought you were coming over.
Of course it is.
I meant I’m leaving, sorry, I was distracted.
At least the Cheerio’s outfits look amazing. How do you guys keep them so crisp? They only look amazing if you’re hot thought. And I can’t tell you, I swore the vow of silence.