Turn Around Bright Eyes [3/9]
Chapter 3: Lost
A/N: I just finished watching the Madonna episode for like the 10th time.
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The morning after was horrible for Brittany. She made sure she avoided Santana because she knew that when she felt like everything was right in the world, then she'd just go back to her and things would be back to normal. (Funny how she thinks that's a bad thing) But it could not just work like that. She did not understand how Santana could not want them to date unless she actually didn't care about her.
Which means she lied. Thought Brittany, trying to find her way to her second period.
She felt like alost puppy, unsure of where to go, feeling a little helpless, and she was really starting to miss Santana.
When she finally managed to find her way, she walks in late and sits at her desk, listening to her teacher talk in what she can only understand as gibberish. And she stared at her hand, wondering why it felt so cold.
Santana tried to keep her composure and her attitude solid while she walked the halls. Head cheerleader was still something she had her eyes on, and she could not show Coach Sylvester any weakness.
You'd think it'd be easier when the only thing that could make you vulnerable was gone.
"Move," she muttered, rage coating her voice. She wasn't really mad that this student was in her way, she was more angered at the fact that nothing around her was making her feel calm.
THen the Berry girl came into sight and her eyes focused on her figure, aiming to reach her and give her a piece of her mind. Now she felt like putting the blame on her, now she felt like assaulting her and asking her why her best friend isn't talking to her. Then she felt an odd mixture of moisture under her eyes, and she went straight to the washroom.
"Fuck," she muttered, wiping her eyes, controlling her breathing. She could not show any weakness to anyone in the school. Coach drilled into all of them the importance of being hard, of being a bitch, for watching out for your own interests. Santana has always been a sassy girl with a sharp tongue, and was only really happy and collected when it came to Glee and Brittany. But outside from that, outside from her best friend she felt so stressed and hard assed. She sometimes lost herself in putting down everyone else. It was hard to admit, but she really was a good girl at heart. And again, seeing those lower than her cower made her feel good at the same time.
And sometimes, she forgets that she's only 16.
She scowls and frowns, it's the only thing she can really do to find her composure when she doesn't have Brit around.
"Brit?" The blonde was staring out the window.
She turned around and her eyes grew when they spotted the Latina. Santana felt her breathing quicken in pace and her heart skip a beat.
"I feel like I'm dead," the blonde says bluntly, turning back to the window.
Santana pauses and thinks for a moment. It was one of the things she loved the most about Brittany, she wasn't the most intelligent person, but she always said what she meant. Although she's unsure of the meaning, she braced herself for something deep.
"I've been sitting in here since I asked to go to the washroom during second. I forgot how to leave again," she continued, refusing to turn back to Santana, "Actually...I think it was more like I was lost and I didn't know how to find and what to find because what I have to find was something I couldn't find and --"
"Brit," Santana interrupted, grabbing her arm. The blonde twirled around at the pull of the brown eyed one and their lips touched. A tingle went through both of their spines and a hunger activated in both of them
A/N: I just finished watching the Madonna episode for like the 10th time.
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The morning after was horrible for Brittany. She made sure she avoided Santana because she knew that when she felt like everything was right in the world, then she'd just go back to her and things would be back to normal. (Funny how she thinks that's a bad thing) But it could not just work like that. She did not understand how Santana could not want them to date unless she actually didn't care about her.
Which means she lied. Thought Brittany, trying to find her way to her second period.
She felt like alost puppy, unsure of where to go, feeling a little helpless, and she was really starting to miss Santana.
When she finally managed to find her way, she walks in late and sits at her desk, listening to her teacher talk in what she can only understand as gibberish. And she stared at her hand, wondering why it felt so cold.
Santana tried to keep her composure and her attitude solid while she walked the halls. Head cheerleader was still something she had her eyes on, and she could not show Coach Sylvester any weakness.
You'd think it'd be easier when the only thing that could make you vulnerable was gone.
"Move," she muttered, rage coating her voice. She wasn't really mad that this student was in her way, she was more angered at the fact that nothing around her was making her feel calm.
THen the Berry girl came into sight and her eyes focused on her figure, aiming to reach her and give her a piece of her mind. Now she felt like putting the blame on her, now she felt like assaulting her and asking her why her best friend isn't talking to her. Then she felt an odd mixture of moisture under her eyes, and she went straight to the washroom.
"Fuck," she muttered, wiping her eyes, controlling her breathing. She could not show any weakness to anyone in the school. Coach drilled into all of them the importance of being hard, of being a bitch, for watching out for your own interests. Santana has always been a sassy girl with a sharp tongue, and was only really happy and collected when it came to Glee and Brittany. But outside from that, outside from her best friend she felt so stressed and hard assed. She sometimes lost herself in putting down everyone else. It was hard to admit, but she really was a good girl at heart. And again, seeing those lower than her cower made her feel good at the same time.
And sometimes, she forgets that she's only 16.
She scowls and frowns, it's the only thing she can really do to find her composure when she doesn't have Brit around.
"Brit?" The blonde was staring out the window.
She turned around and her eyes grew when they spotted the Latina. Santana felt her breathing quicken in pace and her heart skip a beat.
"I feel like I'm dead," the blonde says bluntly, turning back to the window.
Santana pauses and thinks for a moment. It was one of the things she loved the most about Brittany, she wasn't the most intelligent person, but she always said what she meant. Although she's unsure of the meaning, she braced herself for something deep.
"I've been sitting in here since I asked to go to the washroom during second. I forgot how to leave again," she continued, refusing to turn back to Santana, "Actually...I think it was more like I was lost and I didn't know how to find and what to find because what I have to find was something I couldn't find and --"
"Brit," Santana interrupted, grabbing her arm. The blonde twirled around at the pull of the brown eyed one and their lips touched. A tingle went through both of their spines and a hunger activated in both of them