Severed | Glee

Chapter One

"Did you really have to be that honest?"
"I'm sorry."
"You know, I always feel more alone when I see you now. Your blunt expression, the obvious signs that you're just not bothered anymore."
"I- I never meant for you to feel like that."
"But you did. Was our friendship just a joke to you? Because you sure as hell acted like it was."
"I really am sorry, but people part ways, it's just a way of life."
"I should have given up on you long ago, before you got the chance to hurt me any more than you already have."
The scene of that day repeated itself more times than anyone would have liked.
They could still smell the rain, dampening the soil that was irritating their noses. The way the trees swayed back and forth, the rain falling on their faces, hiding their tears. They could remember an older man walking by and giving them both an odd expression. Everything from that day replayed.
It was truly a miracle neither girl died from heartbreak that day.
"Santana!" a young woman nugded her sleeping friend awake.
Santana tiredly looked up and rubbed her eyes. Her dark hair was a complete mess and many strands fell over her face.
"Hmm?" she groaned.
"You fell asleep during Mr. Davidson's lesson- again!" her friend whispered.
Santana straightened her posture, moved the hair out of her face and looked around the room.
The room was large, with many other students. Their professor was down in front of a large screen, pointing to a graph with a large pointing stick.
"Are you okay?" her friend asked.
Santana nodded in a way her friend couldn't tell if she was saying yes or no.
"Mostly," she replied. "Can I ask you something, Kara?"
Kara confusedly looked at Santana and slowly bobbed her head.
"Have you ever had to break off a friendship?"
Kara pondered on the question. She moved her soft pink hair over one shoulder. Her facial expression saddened for a moment before she put a smile back on her face.
"You can't call off a friendship when you grew up with no friends," she replied.
"You didn't have any friends growing up?" Santana asked.
Kara shook her head and shrugged. "No one wants to be your friend if you're known for being violent. I did finally become friends with a couple people in high school, though, you included."
"I see-"
"OI, PAY ATTENTION!" Mr. Davidson shouted.
Santana and Kara jumped and focused on their teacher for the remainder of the lesson.
On Santana's way back to her dorm, she couldn't help but chew away at her lower lip. Santana rounded a corner and bumped into someone. The young woman squealed and jumped back. She looked up and frantically apologised.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to- Bree?! I'm so glad it's just you," Santana said, sighing with relief.
Bree was Kara's girlfriend. She was Hispanic and had dark chocolate colourd hair and eyes. Bree was also very close to the girl Santana had a fallout with.
"Oh, Santana! Are you okay?" asked Bree.
Santana brushed it off. "I haven't seen you around campus for a while. You look good," she complimented. "How's, you-know-who?"
Bree rolled her eyes. "Quinn? And she's fine, busy with work, but good," she said.
Santana felt her heart skip a beat at the name of her old friend.
"Classic. That's good at least. At least you're keeping in touch with her," Santana said.
Bree grabbed Santana's hands and looked her in the eye.
"Talk to her. It's been several years now, things could be different."
"How?" Santana scrunched up her face.
"You're adults now, not middle schoolers. People grow and change. At least give it a shot."
"Thanks, but I'll pass. We ended things for a reason. I highly doubt we'd work out again," Santana said.
Truthfully, the idea of talking to, and be-friending Quinn was something that excited her, yet scared her half to death, too.
Perhaps she could at least give it a try. Maybe Bree was right, maybe Quinn had grown and wasn't the same person she last remembers her as.
It was a long shot, but the longer the topic stayed on Santana's head, the more she realised she had to give it a shot. If she didn't then she'd be in agonising pain for the rest of her life, despising herself for every second she spent doing nothing.