Lost Melody - Brittana

Chapter 3

Santana sat on her couch, thumb hovering over the send button for her message to Brittany. Suddenly, she felt a familiar weight next to her. Glancing to her side, she found her dad changing the channel. Santana's face lit up, and she smiled widely at him.

"Papí, can you send this message for me?" she asked.

He looked over at her, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Mija, estás en la universidad, hazlo tú mismo." Santana pouted, attempting to use her charm.

He rolled his eyes, not easily swayed, and took her phone, pressing send. Santana moved to retrieve her phone, but her dad playfully pulled it out of her reach.

"Who are you going to get coffee with?" he teased.

Santana groaned, realizing her dad had caught on. "Papí, I will call mamí if you don't give me my phone back."

He laughed loudly, enjoying the playful banter, and chucked the phone onto her lap. "Alright, alright, drama queen."

Brittany glanced at Karofsky's book, her brow furrowing. "The answer can't be Shakespeare," she remarked.

He frowned, puzzled. "Why not?"

"Because it's math class, not English," Brittany explained, rolling her eyes. "It's 53."

Karofsky's face brightened with realization. "Ohhh. Thanks!"

Brittany nodded, and just as he was about to say something, her phone buzzed on the table. They both looked at the notification, and Karofsky squinted at the screen.

"Wait, is that Santana Lopez?" he asked.

Brittany, surprised by the question, replied, "Yeah, why?"

He leaned in, sharing some gossip. "You know she's a lesbo, right? Got caught kissing some other dyke two years ago, and now she's flaunting it around."

Brittany frowned, processing the information. As they both looked at the notification, Karofsky grimaced. "Wait, are you a fag too?" he questioned.

Brittany's eyes widened, caught off guard. Quick to deflect, she responded, "What? No! I don't like girls." She lied through her teeth, but Karofsky narrowed his eyes at her.

"So why are you going on a date with her?" he probed.

Brittany scoffed defensively. "Date? It's not a date. I'm just hanging out with her."

Santana sat in class when her phone buzzed. A smile lit up her face as she read Brittany's message, asking about her free time. Matt, sitting next to her, glanced over her shoulder.

"You know she's the straightest girl, like, ever," Matt commented.

Santana scoffed, recalling Matt saying the same about her three years ago. "You said that about me, too," she retorted.

Matt laughed, sharing some insider information. "I've asked her before, and she said no."

Santana's eyebrows furrowed. "Asked her what?"

Rolling his eyes with a smirk, Matt said, "If she's gay."

Santana burst into laughter. "She is totally gay."

Leaning closer, Matt questioned, "How do you know?"

Santana looked at him seriously. "I've made her blush so many times. No girl blushes that much if they're straight."

Matt shrugged skeptically. "She could be uncomfortable."

Santana frowned. "She's not uncomfortable. She gave me her number."

Matt raised his eyebrows, impressed. "Wow, you've got more game than me."

Santana laughed. "Well, I tried getting with her before, but she rejected me. Now, you barely know her, and you're going on a date."

Santana smirked at him, and then Shane turned around. "Maybe she's like one of those white girls who don't like black people."

Both Matt and Santana gave him a strange look. "I asked her out, and she also said no," Shane added.

Santana eyed him up and down and said, "Or it's because she likes girls." He shrugged and turned around. Matt then pondered, "What if Shane's right?"

Santana rolled her eyes. "I'm black."

Matt pointed out, "Only a quarter black; the rest of you is Hispanic."

Santana added with a smirk, "And a quarter German."

Brittany walked towards Kurt and witnessed him being shoved into a locker by Karofsky. Rolling her eyes at the familiar scene, she jogged over and pulled Kurt up, saying, "You know, you should totally get a girl to fake date you."

Kurt groaned. "What girl would pretend to be my girlfriend?"

Brittany grinned widely. Kurt gave her a weird look, and she responded, "I'll pretend to date you."

Kurt, still recovering, asked, "What about that girl you were talking about?" Brittany's eyes widened, and she quickly covered his mouth, scanning the surroundings for eavesdroppers. When she let go, Kurt apologized.

"We can be each other's beards, and I'm not even sure it's a date," Brittany explained.

Kurt, intrigued, asked, "What do you mean?"

"They just said, 'Have coffee with me,' and I was like, 'Okay,'" Brittany confessed.

Kurt laughed. "Maybe you should ask."

Blushing, Brittany admitted, "I feel like that would be awkward."

Rolling his eyes, Kurt began to speak when Brittany interrupted, "I have to go to practice."

He said, "Bye," and Brittany kissed his cheek before walking off, while he made his way to art class.