She Sat On The Bleachers

Chapter 6

Santana's POV:

I underestimated how manipulative Quinn is. She makes Brittany follow her around like a child, Brit can never make her own decisions, however much I love Brittany's loyalty, I just wish she'd see that Quinn isn't good for her. 

Brittany chose Quinn. She walked away from Rachel and I, leaving us, leaving me, I thought we were getting closer but I guess it all just means nothing. Nothing. Every sleepover, and every time we've ever locked eyes, has our growing friendship only been slightly romantic in my eyes? Have I deluded myself into thinking that Brittany would ever choose me. 

She doesn't owe me anything, but somehow I feel betrayed. We don't talk anymore, haven't in weeks now. Having Brittany and then not, it hurts, I'm not sure how I survived before, I walk around the school like I have no idea where I am, constantly looking down every hallway or inside every class, just to catch a glimpse of the blonde my heart belongs to. 

Things are slowly getting better though, I catch her eye sometimes, and when Quinn isn't around to see, she smiles at me, a short, downward smile, but a smile at least. It was when Quinn was off sick that I took the opportunity to approach Brittany to talk. She was on her way home, walking. 

I jogged up to her, "Hey"

"Santana, hi, you okay?" She looked at me surprised and confused, looking around swiftly as she carried out her walk. 

"I'm okay, how're you doing? Haven't spoke in a while" I struggled to keep up with her fast strides but quickly got the motion. 

"I'm fine" 

"I miss you"

"I miss you too" 

"Then let's hang out again, I tried apologising to Quinn and I-" My ramble was cut short when Brit abruptly stopped walking. 

"I want that as well San, but I can't, Quinn's my girlfriend and you have to understand the way she feels about us being friends. She sees you as a threat. In these situations I have to put her first, it's the right thing to do" She looked sad, torn. 

"But what about what you want? You're just going to let her control who you talk to? Who you're friends with?" I crossed my arms in defiance. 

"She doesn't control me-"

"She does!" I raised my voice and I saw her flinch at the sounded sound. 

"She doesn't, if you could stand there and tell me honestly that you don't like me the way she thinks you do, we can be friends again, just like we were, but I think you do Santana, and you have to understand, if I wasn't with Quinn, things would be different, but I love her. It's not fair if I were to just hop ship" Brittany took a deep breath and hugged her bare arms "-and I don't want to" 

I took a step closer to her, our eyes more or less inline with each others, "If you can stand there and honestly tell me that you've felt nothing for me other than friendship, I will leave you alone, I'll still be a friend when you need one, but anything about an 'us' will never be brought up or even a thought, not in my mind, not in Quinn's mind. Never" I waited for a response and when I didn't get one, I smiled, in relief, in happiness "You'll come to your senses eventually Brittany, because you and I both know you don't get the same excitement from Quinn that you do from me, even I can tell that" I moved an inch closer at an attempt at a kiss. 

Brittany moved backwards, last minute before our lips could meet "San don't" She pleaded, her hand covering her mouth, I listened and didn't try again. I was disappointed but also respected her more for it. 

"I want you Brit, and what I want, I get" My eyes lingered on hers for a few more seconds before I strolled back towards our school to get my car, so I could go home. She was stunned into silence, I assume, as she didn't say anything else to me. 

I drove home in silence, thinking our conversation over. I wasn't sure how to take her silence, she didn't actually answer me, but that could lean either way. I guess I just need to play the waiting game, but waiting can sometimes be fun. 

Just a short chapter, getting the story flowing again, regardless I hope you enjoyed! Be sure to follow my instagram, elliebrook_s    , send me your thoughts/criticisms or even prompts of where you want the story to go, sometimes a reader is much better than the writer:)