Lost Melody - Brittana

Chapter 8

Santana pulled in front of her house. Brittany frowned, saying, "I don't live here." Santana nodded and replied, "I know but I wanted to talk to you, and I know that if it was in front of your dorm, you wouldn't stick around." Brittany nodded, asking, "What do you want to talk about then?"

Santana confessed, "I really like you, Britt." Brittany smiled, and Santana continued, "I don't care if you're out or not. I just want to be with you, and I know that I might not have been the best on our dates, but I care about you." Brittany looked at Santana, who gazed back at her with adoration. Brittany then said, "I like you too."

The next thing Brittany felt was a hand on her cheek, which tilted her closer to Santana. Brittany searched Santana's eyes, but she soon noticed Santana getting closer. Brittany muttered Santana's name. Santana didn't hear, though, and gently pressed her lips to Brittany's.

Brittany walked into school with Kurt, laughter echoing between them, yet an unsettling tension lingered in the air. As they strolled through the hallway, Kurt noticed the strange glances directed at him, a feeling of discomfort settling in his gut. "Why are they staring at me?" he whispered, faltering.

Brittany, seemingly oblivious, shrugged, "I don't know." Their laughter faded as they approached a group of imposing football players, including the notorious Karofsky. Brittany and Kurt tensed, anticipating trouble. Karofsky smirked, taunting, "What's wrong, fags?"

Rolling her eyes, Brittany retorted, "We're going to class." She tried to walk past, hand in hand with Kurt, but Karofsky blocked their way. "Do you seriously think you can leave that easily?" he sneered.

"What do you want?" Brittany demanded. Karofsky, looking at Kurt, insinuated, "I just wanted to know if it was true." Kurt, bewildered, asked, "Is what true?"

Karofsky pulled out his phone, revealing a picture of Kurt kissing a guy with gelled hair. Kurt's eyes welled up, and he stammered, "That's not me." Karofsky laughed, shoving Kurt against a locker. "If you aren't gay, why do I see you checking out my crotch fa—" Before he could finish, Brittany, fueled by frustration, punched him in the jaw.

Stumbling back, Karofsky clutched his jaw, glaring at Brittany. Smirking defiantly, she challenged, "What?" Karofsky warned, "You'll regret that," as he walked away. Brittany turned to Kurt, concern in her eyes.

Santana and Quinn found themselves seated next to each other in Spanish class, enduring Mr. Schuester's attempts at teaching the language with broken phrases and questionable pronunciation. In the midst of the linguistic chaos, Quinn leaned over to Santana, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"How was your date?" Quinn whispered, her curiosity evident. Santana sighed, "It was bad, then good." Intrigued, Quinn probed further, "How was it bad, then good?"

Santana admitted, "I was more focused on texting someone than on the date. Obviously, she got upset, and I had to take her home. Then we kissed."

Quinn's eyes widened with surprise, "So, she was upset, and you kissed her?" Santana clarified, "No, I explained why I was distracted, and she took it well." Quinn nodded thoughtfully, "Who were you texting?"

Santana, with a sly grin, replied, "You." Quinn narrowed her eyes at Santana, "You ignored your date for me?" Santana threw her hands up defensively, "What? You were weirdly funny."

Quinn rolled her eyes, shifting the focus, "Where's your jacket? You always wear it." Santana smirked, "I gave it to her because she was cold, and I needed to get on her good side."

During their lunch break, Brittany leaned against Kurt, the warmth of their friendship evident. Kurt hesitated for a moment, then confessed, "I might ask Blaine to be my boyfriend."

Brittany's eyes widened. "For real?" Kurt nodded, and with a whisper, he asked, "What about you and Santana?"

Brittany sighed. "Well, we kissed, but she hasn't texted me since." Kurt gasped and whispered, "You kissed her?" Brittany clarified, "No, she kissed me, but I returned it."

Kurt hugged her excitedly. "You finally kissed someone!" Brittany rolled her eyes but couldn't hide her smile. "I know."

Kurt teased, "I can't believe it took you 19 years." Brittany huffed, retorting, "Took you 19 years too." Kurt grinned, poking her nose, "But I had it a few weeks before you." Brittany gently shoved him off, saying, "Whatever."

Changing the subject, Kurt suggested, "Anyways, you want to have a movie night?" Brittany grinned, "Obviously, but what are we watching?"

Kurt smirked mischievously, "Your favorite." Brittany perked up, and Kurt confirmed, "Yep, that's right. We're watching 'Step Up: High Water.'"

Brittany sat on the couch, munching on popcorn as she watched Collette Jones dance with Sage on the screen. With a playful grin, she started tossing popcorn into her mouth, attempting to catch them mid-air. Kurt cheered every time she successfully made one in.

Just as Brittany was reveling in her popcorn-throwing victory, her phone buzzed. She saw a message from Santana that read, "Do u want to hang out." Brittany's face lit up, but hesitation lingered. Kurt, always the supportive friend, leaned over her shoulder and exclaimed, "Oo! You should invite Santana over."

"I don't know," Brittany replied, uncertainty in her voice. Kurt rolled his eyes, seizing her phone and swiftly typing a message. Brittany tried to snatch it back, questioning, "What are you saying?"

Kurt simply grinned and continued texting. He casually tossed her phone back a minute later. Brittany anxiously checked the message and discovered that Kurt had written, 'I'm hanging out with my best friend right now, but you can come over if you want.'

Brittany let out a dramatic whine, burying her face in the pillow next to her. Kurt, unfazed, rolled his eyes and said, "Stop being childish." Brittany lifted her head, pouting at him.

Suddenly, another text appeared on her screen. It read, 'Sure, send me the address, and I'll see you soon.' Brittany's eyes widened, a mix of excitement and nervousness washing over her. Kurt nudged her playfully, saying, "See, not so bad, right?"

Brittany blushed but managed a shy smile. "Yeah, I guess."